#i am. unfortunately buried in work. but i have a couple of asks to get to and then replies!

[mccnstricken]

sorry for being dead. the holidays and two jobs have shot me dead.

#I will try to get back to things when i have the time!! #i am. unfortunately buried in work. but i have a couple of asks to get to and then replies! #lunar phase ➼ ooc

[trblsvt]

so obvious | jeon wonwoo

summary | so you disclosed your relationship to admin. now all you needed to do was break the news to your students. maybe they could pick up on the signs you were dropping? genre | fluff, teacher!au warnings | swearing (maybe, i don't think so), corny couple stuff word count | 2.4k words pairing | jeon wonwoo x fem!reader minli | lowercase intended so this is technically a sequel to this piece that i wrote a while ago! a lot of people wanted a part 2! i'm not sure how i feel about this... it's a bit tamer than what i was going for initially, but this is my return i suppose. hope all is well with everyone

wonwoo rolled over and glanced at the alarm clock. unfortunately, it was 7:00 am, so it was time to get up. he turned back over to wake you. "___, my love, it's time to get up," he murmured in your ear. he felt your skin raise at his touch, and he smiled. you groaned and rolled over to face wonwoo. you immediately buried your face into the crook of his neck. he chuckled and pulled you closer to him. "it's time for school," he urged. you groaned. "come on, let's get going," he tugged on you playfully. "the sooner we get there, the sooner we can come back home."

"that's not how that works," you rolled your eyes as you practically fell out of bed. wonwoo sat up against the headboard and watched you gather your things to get ready. "today's the big day, right?" you asked, looking at him. he nodded. today was the day the two of you agreed to disclose your relationship with your students. it was about time, and if you were honest, you were just happy to get it over with. "i was thinking i could just tell my first period class, and let the information spread on it's own. how were you thinking of doing it?" you asked wonwoo, sitting back down on the bed.

wonwoo gazed at you with an emotion you couldn't pinpoint. "i actually was thinking about that last night," he began.

"oh no," you laughed leaning into his body. his arms wrapped around you. "maybe, we could reveal it in a more, how should i say, grand way?" he suggested. 

“grand?” you asked. wonwoo was never one for big announcements. you were surprised he even agreed to announce it to the students in the first place. now he was talking about something grand? he smiled shyly, “yeah, maybe we could, like, hold hands.” he looked at you so seriously. you couldn’t help but laugh, “hold hands?” you repeated. he pouted, gripping your hand tighter. “what? you don’t like that idea?” he asked. 

“no, no, sorry. i’m sorry. i didn’t mean it like that,” you quickly tried to reassure him. “you know i like holding hands with you.”

“you only like holding hands with me?” he teased.

“love. i love holding your hand” you corrected, kissing his cheek. he smiled leaning back in bed, considering his plan. “it would be cool to sort of have them figure it out on their own,” he said. “like a mystery. we could hold hands, hug… just be more touchy, i guess.”

“so you’re suggesting we act like a normal couple,” you said. 

“well, when you say it like that…” he rolls out of bed, pulling you up with him. 

“plus, we don’t want to be indecent at school of all places,” you smiled, resting your hands on his shoulders. he chuckled, “indecent? never.” 

"so, you still don't believe there's any chance of miss ___ and mr. jeon getting together?" daniel asked his two friends lily and mina. lily slumped down in her chair. they were sitting in mr. jeon's class, bright and early for first period. "lily doesn't believe it's possible anymore. remember how many times miss ___ shut her down last time?" mina sighed.

"well, i have news for you guys," daniel smiled, leaning over the table. "i saw miss ___ reach for mr. jeon's hand today on the way into the teacher lounge." mina practically shrieked at the news. lily still looked unimpressed. nothing in her mind could make her change her mind.

"maybe she was just reaching for the door handle after him," lily rolled her eyes.

"how could she if mr. jeon was holding the door already?" daniel argued. "aren't you the person who wanted them to be together more than anything?" it was true, lily really wanted to believe her two favorite teachers could be together. yet, she had a hard time believing in it. miss ___ always dodged her questions and mr. jeon was cryptic as ever. it seemed fruitless. "c'mon just entertain it," daniel pleaded. lily rolled her eyes. there couldn't be any harm in hoping.

"___, don't you think that's a little risky? couldn’t you just put your ring on your finger and see if anyone notices?" seungkwan groaned as he sat down on the chair across from you in the lounge. "it feels like it would violate some sort of public indecency mandate or something," he added. you just rolled your eyes even though you had the same thought. "come on, you know wonwoo wouldn't do something too crazy," you assured. just as you said that you felt a hand wrap around your waist and turn you around. suddenly there was a pair of lips on yours, and you kissed back. "hello, my darling," wonwoo smiled.

"hi," you laughed.

"i believe you stand corrected," seungkwan fake gagged and left to get more coffee. you looked at wonwoo and smiled. "you can't do this in front of the students," you teased.

"me? kiss you in front the students? never," he smirked, leaning down to kiss you again. you leaned away and pushed his face away playfully. "i'd prefer it if you didn't do it in front of seungkwan's coffee either. looks like he's going to be sick," you pointed out. wonwoo glanced over at seungkwan, who was fake throwing up and looking at them with disgust. “he can close his eyes,” he smiled, leaning in to kiss you again. but, you stop him by slightly moving his face away with your hand again. “don’t you have class to get to?” you asked.

“can’t a man love his wife?” he rolled his eyes. 

“this particular man doesn’t have a wife.”

“yet. that’s a technicality.” wonwoo looked at you with a slight smile on his lips. “you love technicalities!” you pointed out. 

“oh, gosh. look at the time. i have a class to get to,” he looked at the silver watch on his wrist and left the lounge giggling at his own humor.

“dork.”

before you stepped into class, you had listened to seungkwan and slipped the ring off the necklace hanging around your neck and onto your finger. maybe they would notice the diamond as you pointed at the board. you stepped into the classroom, and you noticed something in the air felt wrong. you glanced over at mina and daniel, who were staring you down. meanwhile, lily was slumped in her seat, but she was still looking at you like she was expecting something. you brushed it off and got up to the front of class. “hi, everyone!” you said cheerily. “how has the day been?” you were expecting the default answer of “good” from everyone, so you were a bit surprised when daniel said, “lily is ruining my mood.” he was promptly smacked by mina. 

“guys, please do not hit each other,” you sighed. “maybe you should talk to lily and try to sort it out privately.” daniel nodded and slumped into his chair. 

the rest of class went on without much of a hitch. you even tried to motion with your hands more so they would notice the shining stone on your ring finger. but, halfway through class, there was a knock on the door and it opened quickly. you looked up from writing on the board and saw wonwoo step into class. “mr. jeon,” you said surprised. he looked at you sheepishly and looked around the classroom. “miss ___, i- uh- you forgot your lunch,” he smiled holding up your lunch bag and taking another step into the room. your students were silent as he stepped into the room. “so sorry to interrupt. i had my free period so i thought i could swing by to drop it off,” he shrugged casually. 

you stepped forward and took your lunch from his hands. “thank you,” you whispered coming closer to wonwoo than what was probably appropriate. wonwoo’s hands brushed yours briefly, and he pulled away. “once again, apologies for interrupting,” he said calmly walking out the door, sending you a slight smile on the way. you paused momentarily but snapped out of it since you needed to finish this lecture. “okay, so where were we?” you asked the class. but when you looked out into the sea of young faces, there was a collective look of shock and bewilderment on their faces. “what? is there something on my face?” you joked. 

“what was that?” daniel gasped, utterly confused.

“what was what?” you asked looking around the class, playing coy.

“mr. jeon basically invading your personal space!” mina yelped.

“i wouldn’t say that was necessarily invading my personal space….” you trailed off. 

“he touched your hand!” lily exclaimed. 

“i’m sure that was just an accident,” you insisted. you play with the ring on your finger as she says this. you were surprised none of them had pointed that out since you made an effort to speak with your hands today. “are you and mr. jeon together, miss ___?” daniel asked. 

“that’s not an appropriate question to ask, daniel,” you said, but in reality, you were hoping they were going to guess it sooner than later; your hands were tired from motioning with them all day.

“oh come on… miss ___,” lily whined. but before you could banter with them further the bell for class change rang.

“oh, look at that, it seems as though it’s time for everyone to get going to the next class. wouldn’t want you to be late,” you ushered them and turned off the projector. there were some grumbles of discontent, but they left eventually.

“you saw that right?” mina grabbed lily’s arm as they left the classroom.

“noticed what?” lily asked.

“the ring!” daniel exclaimed. “come on… there’s no way you didn’t see it.” lily continued to look at them confused. “lily! she was waving her hand around like she wanted us to see it! no way the most delusional person here didn’t see it,” daniel groaned.

“i am not delusional,” lily huffed. “but… if there was a ring… maybe they are together…” 

“well, luckily for us, we have mr. jeon’s class next,” mina smiled, practically grabbing lily’s hand.

“i’m giving you all time to work on the essay in class. please, take advantage of this time,” wonwoo announced to the class. he sat down and fidgeted with the bouquet he had under his desk. he was planning on taking you out to a surprise dinner tonight. after the school bell rang and you met him outside, he would bring out the flowers and ask you to dinner out in the parking lot. this would be his grand gesture to let the students know. plus, maybe he would be able to hold your hand too. another gesture to signal your relationship. 

 there was some quiet whispering going on, but that was expected and he paid no mind to it. but, suddenly, someone was standing, or multiple someones, at the foot of his desk. “lily, daniel, mina. what can i do for you three?” he asked looking up at the three students. 

“are you and miss ___ together?” lily asked plainly. wonwoo swallowed nervously. though the two of you planned to tell the students, he was so used to keeping your relationship secret from the students he froze. “uh - what? where have you gotten that idea?” he cleared his throat. 

“well, you two aren’t exactly inconspicuous,” daniel said. wonwoo tried to hide his shock. he thought the two of you did quite well hiding it up until today. the whole “forgetting your lunch” thing was staged by him, but before he thought he was laying low. he was honestly torn if this is how he wanted to tell his students. 

it wasn’t.

so his brain went into autopilot. “lily, i thought i told you not to pry into personal matters? miss ___ and i have a close partnership as the youngest faculty members at this school. however, i do not want this to lead any misunderstandings among students,” he said in the best authoritative voice he could muster through his shock. 

they looked guilty and a bit dejected. “sorry, mr. jeon. we won’t ask again,” mina apologized first. daniel and lily followed suit. “please get back to your work,” he said. they nodded and headed back to work.

“maybe he was lying,” daniel said. mina scowled at him. “i did not like getting told off by him,” mina grumbled. “i didn’t know he was gonna be like that.” lily opened her locker and grabbed the books she needed for homework. “whatever, guys. i’ll just give up all hope on this,” lily sighed. “it’s not worth thinking about.” 

they exited the school with their bags. then they see a familiar figure stroll into the faculty section of the parking lot. “wait… was that mr. jeon… with flowers?” mina asked, pointing in the direction of him. he was carrying a bouquet and a smile. he tapped the shoulder of someone. she turned around. “miss ___?” mina gasped as she watched the scene unfold. mr. jeon handed miss ___ the flowers. they hugged and she kissed his cheek. “what? i thought he said they weren’t like that?” lily exclaimed.

“he must have lied,” daniel shrugged.

“why are you so casual about this?” mina elbowed him.

“well, like i told mr. jeon, they’re so obvious,” daniel smiled smugly. 

“wonwoo…” you giggled as you took the flowers he handed to you.

“so dinner at 7 at that new restaurant,” he smiled, grabbing your hand. you smiled and kissed his cheek. you glanced over at the car loop where you saw some familiar young faces. “so, this was your grand gesture,” you smiled. 

“well, yeah,” he blushed. “but, i am also holding your hand like we discussed this morning.” you laughed and nodded. he indeed was holding your hand. “the grandest of gestures,” you kidded. he smiled and opened the car door for you. before you got in you turned and waved at the three faces watching after you, ring glinting in the afternoon light. wonwoo turned to see who you were waving at. he shot them a wink and climbed into the driver’s seat. “i love you,” he said smiling.“i love you more.” you said smiling grabbing his hand.

“impossible.”

minli | so thanks for reading! lightly proofread! i'm on spring break so that's why i go around to getting this out! thanks for you guys who stuck around :) i went through the people who asked for a part 2 a long time ago and tagging you all even if you don't remember the og fic.... taglist: @a-wandering-stay @cinnamoroxie @wonwoosthetic

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[percervall]

Mamma mia, here I go again {pt8}

Summary: A summer of poor decisions leads you to having to face the consequences of your actions —and the men involved. Pairing: Kevin Magnussen x fem!reader, Lewis Hamilton x fem!reader, Mark Webber x fem!reader Warnings: angst, descriptions of a crash, mentions of religious trauma Word count: 1246 Taglist: @ashy-kit @averagef1fansblog @barcelonaloverf1life @bradfordbantams @dannyramirezwife-simpaccount@doofenshmirtzevil-inc @exotic-iris13 @goldsainz @iloveneteyam @jaypreshpresh @laura-naruto-fan1998 @monzamash @norrisleclercf1 @opheliaas-stuff @roseseraj @szobosz @topguncultleader@vellicora @ystrolllll 

Part 8 of the Mamma Mia series

After Japan, you operate on auto-pilot, the days all blurring into one. At work, your colleagues leave you be, however, your best friend sees right through you, especially after you cancel on her for a third day in a row. So Jasmine does what any best friend would do: she lets herself into your apartment with the key you had given her, only to find you curled up on the couch, staring into space as the sun sets, drowning you in twilight. She forces you to get changed out of your work clothes while she puts the kettle on.

“Talk to me. This is not like you,” Jasmine says, putting a mug in front of you.

“I don’t even know where to start..” you mumble.

“Start with what’s got you so heartbroken that you’ve become a recluse,” Jasmine offers. You shrug, feeling another wave of tears threatening to spill.

“I broke my own heart. I should never have agreed to their plan,” you say. You tell her all about the last couple of weeks, about the dates they had been taking you on. About how you tried so very hard to not fall in love.

“But I did. I fell harder than I think I ever have.”

“How does that lead to you breaking your own heart? Shouldn’t you be over the moon and disgustingly in love with your man?” Jasmine asks you.

“How can I be happy when I love all three of them?” you throw out, a sob wrecking through your body as you bury your face in your hands, “I am such a greedy whore for wanting all of them,” you whisper.

“No. Stop that right now,” Jasmine says, moving her chair next to yours and pulling you against her chest.

“Sometimes I really curse your parents for the religious trauma they subjected you to. Babe, we’ve talked about this. There is nothing wrong with being a slut or a whore, as you put it, as long as it is your choice to be called that term. Nothing wrong with a little consensual degradation in the bedroom. But loving more than one person does not make you a whore. It makes you polyamorous,” Jasmine responds, rubbing a hand down your back. 

“P-poly-what now?” you ask as you look up at her.

“Polyamorous. Oh babe, for someone with a double master’s degree, you really are clueless sometimes. It means someone who’s in a relationship with more than one person at a time. It just means you love differently than the heteronormative norm.”  

You’re quiet for a moment, letting your friend’s words sink in. She’s hit the nail on the head with her comment about your parents. You went no contact years ago, but your religious upbringing sometimes still haunts you even now that you’re an adult and no longer believe in the church as an institution. A tiny spark of hope flickers alive in your heart at the knowledge that there is a world in which you don’t have to choose between them, before it gets squashed by the realisation that you might have burnt that bridge before you even got to cross it. 

“What if it’s too late?’ you voice your biggest worry out loud, “What if they don’t want me anymore?” 

“Unfortunately there is only one way to find out. You gotta talk to them.”

Jasmine made it seem so easy, but finding the time to do so is proving difficult during the next race weekend. Due to the sprint race, the weekend is even busier than normal. By the time Sunday comes around you are convinced it won’t happen. Kevin seems to be avoiding you —and you can’t blame him for that—, Lewis is busy preparing for two races, and Mark is filming for Channel4. You throw yourself into your work, trying your hardest not to think about how your chest constricts every time you catch a glimpse of any of them on the screens in the garage. It’s not until Sunday’s race has well and truly started that you can’t use work as an excuse anymore. The latest bits of sim data have already been analysed so you really have no reason to stay in your office. You hide away in the back of the garage, out of sight for most of the cameras but you have a clear view on the screen with the F1 world feed. Your chest feels tight with anxiety for this race; the heat has been brutal for everyone involved and the tyre management put in place by Pirelli doesn’t fill you with confidence either. 

The first 30 or so laps go by relatively smoothly, but just as you allow yourself to exhale for the first time in what feels like an hour, things go horribly, horribly wrong. Logically you know the whole thing won’t have lasted for much longer than several minutes, but it feels like everything slows down as you watch one of the RedBulls collide into Lewis’ car while trying to overtake in the straight between corners 15 and 16, sending the latter spinning into the barrier on the right before getting bounced to the other side of the track like a ping pong ball before it comes to standstill against the wall. The RedBull tries to correct its own course but can’t help losing control again and sends the Haas that was behind them into the gravel where something seems to snap from the back of the car, causing the driver to lose complete control and slamming sideways into the barriers. Miraculously, the RedBull remains on the track, although it’s obvious the car has some major front wing damage, and makes it into the pitlane without much of a fuss. You keep watching the screen breathlessly, hoping for any signs of movement while you vaguely hear Lewis’ engineer ask Lewis if he’s okay. Instead of confirmation, it remains quiet. Your chest feels too tight to catch your breath as panic claws its way up your throat when you realise that the Haas currently in the barriers is Kevin. Ripping your headset off, you make your way outside and into the pitlane. Air, you need air. Leaning against the wall, you inhale deeply, trying to use the breathing techniques from yoga to calm down. They’re gone, your brain very unhelpfully supplies and you cover your mouth with a hand to stifle the scream that’s threatening to come out. You hear someone talking to you but the words don’t register as his body blocks you from view. Looking up, you see Mark’s concerned face looking back at you and the realisation that Lewis and Kev got hurt hits you all over again. A sob wrecks through you as your knees buckle.

“I’ve got you,” Mark murmurs, pulling your body against his. “They’re gone and I-.. I will never get to tell them-.. Mark-..” you sob into his chest. Mark rubs a hand down your back, letting you cry into his shirt as he tries to sooth you. You thought the heartache you felt after Suzuka was bad, but nothing could have prepared you for this. You can’t breathe, can’t think; the only thought going through your head is how this baby will never get to see their dads, how you lost the loves of your life and that you will never even get the chance to tell them that, how it’s all your fault. And that thought rips you apart all over again.

For maximum emotional damage, may I suggest playing Gracie Abrams' Cedar on loop while reading this? Because that song broke me

@curiousthyme this chapter would not be what it is without you, so thank you

Please let me know what you think. Your comments, tags and likes mean the world to me 💜

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[mageofseven]

MC's Bra Game: The UnDateables

I still don't know what I'm supposed to call these guys 😅

I mean, I've seen some people use the term side characters, but that's including the three characters I can't write for yet because I've never gotten to read the story when they were added (Raph, Thirteen, Mephisto). So I guess I'll just stick to this name until I learn a better one.

But anyway! Time for Dia, Barb, Soli, and Simeon to play the Bra Game~ 😁

And honestly, I think this came out better than the Brothers' did~

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Diavolo:

Oh how this man loves this game!

Not in any pervy way; MC only plays it with their boyfriend when he's buried under work and super stressed

And unlike Lucifer, this prince welcomes the distraction graciously

Or like, any distraction from his work, if he's honest.

Unfortunately, that meant the game would end too quickly for the couple so MC had to add extra rules.

The human would sit on their boyfriend's lap and have him close his eyes.

Sometimes MC would bring items with them and other times, they would just take things off the prince's desk.

Eyes still closed, Dia would feel for the object and guess what his Queen nestled between their boobs.

The demon would purposely give incorrect answers just to make the human laugh

And of course, the game would be paused every now and then between kisses.

Barb always has to stop in and gently, but firmly remind his master about his deadlines

Causing the game to die down a bit till the couple gives each other just one last kiss and MC leaves their now less stressed boyfriend to his work.

Barbatos:

It's hard to get Barb to play with them 😔

But this man has a bountiful amount of patience with his Dear so he never gets frustrated with them.

MC will show up out of no where while he's working with the same smirk on their face; Barb always knows they want to play when they have that smirk.

No matter what object the human would stick in their bra, the butler always had a spare, and I mean always.

Like, how many feather dusters do you have, man???

AND THE PENS!!! MC could steal 20 off this man and he's suddenly have 50 more to use.

Like dear devil! Did you steal all the pens from Walmart's shelves before you started work this morning???

It's funny how this starts because MC wants to play their own game but then unknowingly starts playing one of Barb's.

Once the human's mood changes from amazement to discouragement though, that's when the man calls it quits.

"I'm sorry, my Pet, but I really need to trouble with some other business." He'd lean in and kiss them before whispering in their ear. "I'll see you later to night."

And with that, the butler would walk away.

It takes a moment for MC to realize that whatever they stuck in their bra is now gone and in the hands of the walking figure in front of them.

Now grinning, the human can't wait for later that night~

Solomon:

This was a game that Soli was all too comfortable playing.

Like, MC started it because they wanted to see their boyfriend blush, but in truth, the man was as composed as ever.

No red face, no sign of being uncomfortable.

He just slid his wand out of their partner's bra as if he was releasing it from it's usual holder.

Suddenly, the sorcerer noticed MC deflate. That silly mood they were just in took a 180.

"Am I not playing this right? What's wrong?" He frowned

"You're not reacting..." They mumbled. "Most guys blush or get embarrassed, but you treat this like I asked you to clean up your room..."

The non-immortal just felt...so unattractive. Is their body really so boring to him?

Soli raised an eyebrow.

"Little Minx, why should I be embarrassed to touch what's mine?" He asked, looking genuinely confused.

"You freely give yourself me. So if you ask me to touch your chest, I will." He raised his hand up to their hair. "If you ask me to stroke your hair, I will."

The wizard took a finger and traced down their head, passed their shoulder, down their arm, to their waist, and curved in towards their inner thigh.

"And if you ask me to give your attention else where, I will." He said with his usually smirk. "Why should I be uncomfortable with what you give me? Especially when I love every inch of it. Every inch of you."

Now it was MC who was blushing. They went to cover their face with their hands, but Solomon took them both and held them between his own.

"Now that's what I like to see. Are you feeling better now, Little Minx?"

MC gave a shy nod.

Soli chuckled before leaning into them, resting his head against theirs.

"Good."

Simeon ft. Luke:

This is not a game the two can play often.

I mean, their relationship is suppose to be a secret

And people would definitely start asking questions if they saw the angel's hand over the human's boobs.

The couple can't even imagine how they'd talk themselves out of that one.

Luckily, MC is allowed to have sleepovers at Purgatory Hall occasionally.

The human joins the three guys for dinner, plays board games with them, bakes, those sort of things.

The brothers think MC does this for Luke and in truth, they do somewhat.

During the evening, MC is at this sweet boy's beck and call; whatever he wants to play, they're down for.

But once the sun goes down and the clock strikes 9:30pm (21:30), the little boy is led to bed by Simeon (his bedtime is usually 9pm (21:00), but Simeon let's him stay up just a little longer when MC sleeps over).

That's when Solomon retreats into his room with that all knowing look in his eye and tell MC that he hopes 'you two have fun'.

Sometimes though, Luke will fight going to sleep so he could spend more time with MC.

To make it easier on their boyfriend and the younger angel, MC will join them to get Luke tucked in, make sure theres a glass of water by his bed, and even tell him a story if he asks for one.

Any outsider would see this scene as two parents cajoling their child to sleep

...If only that could be true.

On a more positive note, when the small angel falls asleep, the couple will tiptoe out of his room and head back to the living room to enjoy their alone time, something very rare and precious to them.

In the other timelines where they date the other Boys, I see their MCs as this chaotic and loving force, one who would definitely do this bra game with their guys.

It's harder for me to imagine Simeon's MC trying to play this game though. Maybe it's because of how their relationship is, but I see his MC as a very gentle, more subdued sort of person.

Still, if they did somehow wanna play...

"M-My feather..." Simeon stuttered, face red.

And no, this was not said as his usual endearment to the love of his life

But was referring to his actual feather

Which MC nestled between their boobs.

Simeon occasionally loses feathers when in his celestial form.

MC has made a habit of collecting them when they fall.

They've said they find it comforting to have a piece of him with them, even when Simeon cannot.

The angel found these words very sweet and keep them close to his heart

But he never imagined his Feather would put one of his feathers...so close their heart. Literally.

"Want...want it back?" MC asked softly, a blushing forming on their cheeks.

"That's--no, I'm fine, my Lamb." Simeon gave an awkward laugh as he rubbed the back of his neck.

MC leaned in closer to their boyfriend.

"Love...please."

With their cute face pleading him, the angel struggled to refuse.

It's just like he's always said: he wants to give them everything and deny them nothing

And these words rang in his head as he slowly reached in to pull out the feather, careful not to touch their boobs

Which in truth, the human found funny. After all, his lips had no issues being there last weekend, but now suddenly he feels that his hand grazing their boob would be the ultimate taboo?

Still, they kept in their laughter, even as the feather gently tickled their boobs as the angel pulled it out.

Once out, MC couldn't help laughing at the red-faced man.

A small smile broke out on his face as well.

"You never fail to surprise me, my Feather."

#obey me #obey me otome #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me solomon #obey me simeon

[tweetsongs]

once again i am asking people to read jwqs

i bet you thought you saw the last of me, motherfuckers *maniacal laughter increases*. that’s right, today in ‘rain’s unhinged webnovel recommendations,’ i’m here to tell you why you, yes YOU, should read jwqs.

what is jwqs?

jwqs, translated as clear and muddy loss of love, is a novel by the author Please Don’t Laugh/PDL, an author known for writing wlw webnovels such as female emperor and the eldest princess. jwqs is another one of her baihe, or wlw, novels, and is complete at 303 chapters and change in extras.

what is jwqs about?

qiyan agula, the prince of the grass plains, is the eldest daughter of the chief of a tribe living across the river from a rival kingdom. she has been raised as a boy from birth because ~politics~. when the rival kingdom massacres her people, she decides to take revenge by integrating herself as a male scholar in their country and working her way up the political ladder until she is in a position to burn it all to the ground. unfortunately for her, she does a little TOO well and is in the perfect position as an imperial scholar to be betrothed to the emperor’s favorite daughter, the youngest princess nangong jingnu.

the novel spans their decades-long relationship, including both their growing feelings towards each other, the political machinations of the court, civil instability within and around the kingdom, as well as qiyan’s road towards vengeance.

so this is a standard enemies to lovers arranged marriage story, so what?

oh my dear sweet summer child. you darling little fool lost to the winds of cliche storylines. this is no mere collection of hot tropes, this is a turducken of dramedy that will rip your still-beating heart out of your chest and cackle as it burns it in front of you. this webnovel will bury itself in your synapses until you sit up in bed at 4am Thinking about cycles of violence and the inevitable degradation of memory. while it IS a romance, it is also a dizzying political drama with a deft touch for platonic and familial relationships the likes of which i’ve rarely found in other texts.

Not only that, but to characterize jwqs as enemies to lovers is to simplify their relationship to an insulting degree- these two useless sapphics go through basically every relationship dynamic possible at some point, and most of the time at least one of them doesn’t hate the other! Their relationship is maybe best summarized by this twitter post, which makes me cackle every time.

so it’s more plot-focused than relationship-focused?

while jwqs IS largely concerned with broader issues within the kingdom and the opposing wei and grass plain factions, it would be remiss of me to say that it isn’t as concerned with its main relationship! the political drama of this novel is reflected through the evolving relationship between qiyan and jingnu, and their positions being what they are, their personal decisions and shifts in power dynamic ripple out to have significant consequences in the broader setting.

Additionally, beyond the main couple, evolving relationships and what people can come to mean to one another forms the backbone of jwqs’ themes, and each character has a complicated web of dynamics that refract into the sociopolitical situation. Rather than saying it’s more relationship or plot-focused, it’s more accurate to say that the plot and relationships of jwqs are inextricably entwined.

short answer: kind of!

okay this sounds like a bonafide tragedy, will the ending destroy my soul?

skip this one if you don’t even want a whiff of spoilers, but for those who are worried- jwqs does technically have a happy ending! it says so right in the summary!

now, to get to the more complicated answer - it depends on your tragedy threshold. this novel will spend three hundred chapters making you think ‘oh this CANNOT end well,’ and then sprinkle in moments of such sweetness that you’re forced to consider ‘but wouldn’t it be wonderful if it did?’ i truly spent the novel expecting a purely tragic ending, but instead got....kind of a bittersweet one! if you want the true happy ending you HAVE to read to the epilogue, the ending proper will only flash a few knives between its fingers before flinging them directly at your bared throat.

any caveats or trigger warnings?

yes, definitely! once again, i’m a fan of people going into a book eyes open, so here’s a list of things in the book that may turn some people off!

the book starts with a genocide, and spends much of the novel dealing with the horrific aftermath that the survivors deal with

it’s generally a pretty heavy book that doesn’t shy away from gore

there are depictions of sexual assault (not among the main characters), though the translation does warn for it!

there’s a relationship between an older and younger woman where the younger woman is in a state of dissociative mental trauma, and it is unclear whether or not she is capable of giving informed consent. this relationship is depicted as positive and grows into a consenting healthy relationship between two adults, but the beginning can be...pretty rough, since the book itself doesn’t seem to view this as a significant power imbalance/possible assault

there is an age gap between the main characters, and one of them is thirteen when they marry for political purposes. nothing happens between them until they’re in their twenties, but this premise might not be for some!

the first chapter of the translations has a more holistic list of trigger warnings, so i’d recommend reading through that first if you have any fears! this is just what stood out to me personally

anything else to sweeten the pot?

if you’re still not convinced, please have this miscellaneous list of reasons i love jwqs:

while the main characters have a tempestuous relationship, their dynamic stays incredibly sweet and loving throughout the novel. they are SO cute and kind to each other it makes me froth at the mouth

it has some of the most nuanced and subtle character writing i’ve ever seen, and depicts every character with a deftness that would’ve come out as overwrought in most other texts

the main character is a GREMLIN and EVIL, i’ve seen all you ‘where’s my evil girl mc’s’ on tumblr...this is your time

the mc is a compulsive liar to everyone including herself (hm that sounds familiar) and that makes the book incredibly funny to read when you read between the lines

the author’s notes are.....so good. this lady just loves ladies so much y’all

SO many supportive himbos

the main character can speak to horses. no there’s no magic in this world. no this isn’t a plot point. no there’s no explanation

just....watch this:

anyways please read this stupid little book about lesbians i can’t stop thinking about them and it’s ruining my life. i need someone to holler with and force me to finish this author’s other books. you can find the translated chapters here.

#posting on my bday as a treat to myself #jwqs #clear and muddy loss of love #rain's menagerie of unhinged webnovel recs

[maleyanderecafe]

Hey there! Have you played Where the Two Flowers Meet? It's made by the same creator as Sweet Valentine and it's SO much fun. I'm pretty sure one of the main charas is a yandere even though there's no yandere tag. Really recommend it if you haven't tried it yet (do heed the TWs tho)

I will be honest, although I did see this in my itchio dashboard a long time ago, I didn't end up playing it because of my giant (and still giant) backlog of yandere games. I am glad that I got this ask for it because man, syllphana did it again with their seriously amazing story telling and characters, which is expected from the creator of Sweetest Valentine. Keep in mind there are a lot of warnings including suicide amongst other things, but Where the Two Flowers Meet is a great scifi style yandere story with some bittersweet endings. This game is rather long with about 10 different endings so the summary for this will be quite long as well.

The story starts with a man waking up in a hospital, having lost his right eye, right arm and has amnesia. While in this state, he is visited by a doctor who introduces himself as Caleb. He tell the man that his name is Aran and that the two of them are lovers. Aran is of course entirely surprised by this, having not remembered the 10 years of them being together and is worried about his current state. Caleb tells him that he tried to jump out of a building, thus the injuries and amnesia and that he's here to help me recall who he is and to take care of him as his injuries grow. Caleb starts to recount the two's history slowly as the days go by.

The history of Caleb and Aran are slowly drip fed throughout the first couple of chapters of the story as Aran tries to figure out what's gong on, but for the sake of not going back and forth I'll summarize most of it together here. All of this is done through Caleb's point of view.

Caleb first meets Aran while visiting his grandparent's old cottage one day to pay respects to him only to be spooked by a intruder. Caleb ends up meeting Aran who is trying to take care of the garden there. Aran seemed to have met Caleb's grandfather a ways back and became friends, basically becoming his gardener of sort. The two of them get closer afterwards with them even adopting a cat that wandered into the garden. Unfortunately, the cat ends up eating a poisonous flower and gets rushed to the hospital. The cat ends up dying due to consuming too much. After a while and burying the cat, we get to see Aran painting some things in the main room. Aran asks Caleb what he sees with the paintings, but when asked in response, Aran simply states that he paints without purpose, something that Caleb doesn't understand. While Caleb believes you have to earn the right to be born else be useless, Aran believes that life doesn't necessarily have a purpose or meaning. The two of their philosophies seem to contradict each other, with Caleb believing they exist to make the world a better place, where Aran believes that there isn't always a purpose to everything. We also get to learn more about Caleb's family life, that his biological father was an alcoholic and didn't take care of him, but that he is currently living with his adoptive parents and a better life. As the story goes on, the two of them get closer, understanding each others habits, learning from each other and taking care of each other. While Caleb is more stern and practical, it's obvious that he has a much better lifestyle than Aran, and he is working hard to get his medical degree. Meanwhile Aran is much more self destructive in his lifestyle because although he seems to be an artist (making music, paintings, etc) he lives life very day to day, eating junk food and not taking care of himself, something that Caleb often worries about. Aran also seems to have the habit of running away, either avoiding conversations or simply not meeting Caleb for long stretches of time. At a couple points in the story, we see Frida, one of Caleb's associates meet him in front of their house, wanting him to join a project of sorts despite Caleb heavily despising Frida. At some point, to loosen up, Aran invites Caleb to a bar to hang out. There, he meets a girl named Sarah who seems worried about both Aran and his brother, as she hasn't seen his brother in a while. Eventually Caleb has to bring Aran home after getting extremely drunk and Aran even attempts to sleep with Caleb. We see that Aran believes that he's ultimately useless as compared to his brother who is in the army, believing that the only good use he has is his body, something that Caleb shuts down as he tries to take care of him. The next day after taking care of each other, the two of them have fun at an amusement park to let go of their worries. Near the end as the two watch the sunset, they talk more about their issues, with Aran worried about Caleb's outview on life, relating to him stating that he doesn't have to work so hard to prove himself, that he's not useless. Similarly, Caleb talks to Aran about his self destructive life style and the previous life, worried that he's suicidal. At the end, the two of them end up dating happily, at least for a while. Caleb ends up learning that Aran's mother is slowly dying, and that Aran will start to sell his paintings and eventually his house to help take care of her. Caleb, worried about Aran decides to give some of his savings to him so that he can take care of his mom. However, upon returning home to get the money he's saved up, he finds it gone. He calls his adoptive mother, who replies that he gave the money to his biological father weeks ago, with Caleb never being able to get the money back, and not being able to pay for Aran's costs.

Aran in the hospital is visited by Julia, his nurse who he recognizes as Caleb's sister and seems to be trying to help him out of this situation, but is unable to tell him the truth about what is going on. After Caleb reveals that his mother is dying Aran freaks out, with Caleb stating that he is simply taking care of her and that she's fine.Aran is able to leave his room one day and finds that the place is heavily monitored, and that he's essentially trapped there unless he can get a keycard. Julia does end slipping him a keycard which he can then choose to use.

If he doesn't use it, Aran lives in bliss about what is about to happen. He is eventually discharged from the hospital by Caleb and given flowers, only to then be shot and killed by Caleb soon after.

If Aran does use it, he ends up finding out he is in a very specified part of the hospital and goes to the library. There he meets Frida, a coworker that Caleb despises due to her personality. She seems entertained by the prospect that he's escaped and even decides to help him by showing him where the archives are. There Aran finds out that he's part of an experiment and finds out that he might not actually be Aran. After returning to his room, Caleb apologizes to Aran for lying about his mother as she has died, and here Aran can decide to either call him out for lying or not say anything.

Calling him out for lying leads to Caleb sedating Aran, stating that the subject became unstable and wiping his memory again, thus starting the entire cycle of the game over again.

If Aran decides not to, he will notice that Caleb is monitoring his reactions and decides to calm down so that Caleb won't notice. He tries to convince Caleb to tell him the truth, with Caleb worried as Aran had tried to kill himself three times now. Julia comes in and tries to convince Aran to leave as soon as possible as he is an innocent bystander in this. However, Aran is determined to learn more about what is going on. He ends up going back to archives to get more information only to find the other experimentation. It seems like they are in a project called Project Metamorphosis where they are able to basically replace another person's brain with someone else's memories. The current Aran is the seventh version of this, with the other versions having died or otherwise were killed. He finds a video of Caleb interviewing him in a blank room. We find out the Aran we currently know is actually Aran's twin brother, Roy, who was a military man and gained the injuries after a fight. Roy initially is against the idea of the procedure, finding it cruel and unusual, but Caleb is able to convince him, stating that because of this procedure he'd be able to not only revive their mother but also Roy's child. Roy feels as if he doesn't have much to live for after and agrees to the procedure, something that Caleb is pleased about as it's expected that it would be easier to map Aran's brain onto Roy's since the two are twins.

From this point on the main character, has to decide if he still is Aran or if he is no longer him. This splits the path into two with their own endings.

If he does decide that he's Aran, where he essentially brainwashes himself into believing that he is and the point of view switches to Caleb. We get to see the flashback of Aran's last moments through Caleb's eyes. We see that Aran was not able to save his mother, not even able to sell the house after Caleb disappears, which Caleb feels immense guilt over, even though Aran attempts to reassure him. Aran asks Caleb to essentially leave him alone for a bit, something that Caleb feels worried about, but ultimately respects. After almost two weeks without contact, Aran finally picks up Caleb's calls, leading to a sad final call with Aran as he drunkenly drowns himself in the woods due to his depression and commits suicide. Caleb rushes to try to find Aran but it's too late, and finds his dead body floating in the river. He's about to give up when he remember project Metempsychosis, the project that Frida is a part of and plots to try to save Aran in this way.

Back in the present, we see that Aran is acting calmly, at least until Caleb decides to tell him that he'll be discharged from the hospital. Caleb seems pretty pissed that Aran is essentially faking being nice to him as he's basically lied and confined him to the hospital, but Aran doesn't seem to realize this at all. Caleb confronts Frida about this, realizing that he is now actually acting like Aran to which Frida seems confused and smug about as this is something that he wanted to have. We see another flashback of Caleb taking Aran's brain from when he was dead and find that current Aran is now clutching said brain in the storage room. Caleb is able to coerce him back to his room. From there, Caleb tells Aran that he no longer wants to contact with him when he is discharged from the hosptial, leading to Aran becoming outraged and angry, attempting to break down the door as Caleb leaves. When visiting him the next day, Caleb finds that Aran has pulled out the needle to his IV drip bag, and starts talking about paintings, similarly to how Aran did in the past. Caleb calms him down, stating that the two will be together forever, something that makes Caleb happy in some way. The next day, Aran attempts to pin Caleb down and coerce him into having sex with him, however, Caleb tries to push him away. Before he leaves, Aran threatens to sleep with others if he goes.

If Caleb stays with Aran, the two of them will end up sleeping together, as Caleb believes this is retribution for what he's done to Aran. The two will end up moving together in a toxic relationship.

If instead Caleb leaves, he finds the next day that Aran has hung himself with his IV drip line. He can then decide whether to stop continuing the project or to continue.

If he decides to stop, he will end up shooting himself, resulting in him finally being together with Aran in the afterlife while his dead body lay slumped next to the body of Aran.

If he decides to continue, he ends up converting the sixth trial, 06 into Aran. He is successfully able to implant Aran's memories onto him thus continuing the project and eventually adopting Roy's Metempsychosised daughter.

If however Aran decides that he isn't really Aran anymore, he eventually goes by 07 based on his designation number. As he wanders around, he ends up being caught by Caleb and brought back to an observation room. Caleb and 07 talk about what 07 has learned- how he's not Aran, but rather Aran's memories implanted onto Roy and takes the keycard amongst some other things in his pocket, while leaving Julia's number in his pocket. Julia comes in and tells 07 that they have to leave now, or else his memories will be erased once again.

If the two leave, they will be able to leave the life behind, running away from the experiments. The ending leaves the two mostly happy, though not aware of what happened to the rest of the facility and it's ongoing.

If he decides to stay, he will state that he wants to stop Caleb from continuing and find out more about what is going on, no longer running away from his past as he did before as well as worried about Caleb's new victim. Julia sympathizes and brings him to Frida, who has been working together with Julia to help him, at least for the time being. After bringing him to the lab, Julia warns 07 not to break anything before leaving. 07 is able to find documents on Roy's family, how he had a daughter and wife as well as general brain scans of Roy. He also sees pictures of Aran, and eventually finds his brain.

If he chooses to destroy it, Julia will come find him and get angry, as he basically has been refusing to listen to her the entire time. He is caught and wakes up as Caleb is sawing his head open, ready to get more information form him. He accepts Caleb's request of ending it quickly leading it to his death.

If 07 decides not to, he will feel in turmoil, though speaking with Julia lightens him up a bit, seeing that Caleb seems to care about 07 a lot more than the other experiments, which gives 07 some hope that he'll be able to convince Caleb of his wrongdoings. He is brought back to his room where he talks to Caleb the next day about how he joined project Metempsychosis to bring Aran back, even revealing that Frida herself is a product of this project, with Caleb even seeing the original Frida die before his eyes. We see that Caleb is using this project to atone for his misdeeds as he believes that it was his fault that Aran died in the first place. Caleb confirms that 07 will be brought into his brain being wiped and Aran has the choice to kill Caleb.

If he does, he will successfully kill Caleb by choking him, only to realize that he had a gun this entire time and could have killed him. This just leads to him getting caught by the others.

If he doesn't, he will find a key taped under his bowl, and has Julia come into the room by pretending to stab himself. Julia confirms that the key isn't actually from her and promises the next day to talk to him before he gets the procedure. Unfortunately, the next day when Julia comes in, she ends up dying in front of him, with Caleb confirming she was poisoned by the executives for helping 07. After this, Caleb essentially helps 07 escape and with the two of them fighting off scientists and security guards, they are able to leave the hospital. While they leave, Caleb tries to buy time for 07 by going back, in which here 07 has to convince Caleb.

If he convinces Caleb by asking what Aran would do, he will leave with 07 back to the cottage. However, upon sleeping, 07 finds a note thanking 07 before finding that Caleb has committed suicide to be with Aran again.

If he asks about himself, the two will end up meeting Frida, who desperately tries to get Caleb to come back. 07 tells Caleb also that he can't keep running away from his problems, as project Metempsychosis will continue even if Caleb dies, urging him to try to stop these experimentation. After shooting her, the two end up going their separate ways, with 07 buying a new prosthetic eye and arm and permanently changing his name to 07. The two meet up about a year later, with Caleb promising to turn himself in for his crimes and to allow the two of them to finally get some closure.

So first things first, I really like the story for this game and that's probably just because so far I do like Syllaphana's games for both being interesting and having cool twists and turns. In their devlog after this game, they were talking about how they didn't do that well on the worldbuilding, but honestly I thought it was pretty good. It's a solid and simple concept that makes sense in the world that it's in and it's not overly complicated but still explores a lot of different venues, which I think is a perfect match for it. The pacing in the story is also pretty good- I didn't really find any parts of it that dragged for long periods of time and I felt like mostly each part was concise enough to get from scene to scene without it feeling too weird (though it was a bit strange that 07 is able to get away with a lot, such as leaving his room like 3 times with little repercussion, but it's a nitpick). I like how most of the music is a piano motif of some sort as well (except for when they go to the club) which really brings a kind of softer vibe to the overall gameplay experience.

One of the things that I liked the most is seeing Aran and Caleb's relationships form. I actually do appreciate that they're not overly romantic for the most part because while it can be cute, it fits more of the theme for the game (and that I actually have a bias for relationships that aren't just... romanceish, I guess, though it depends on how they are written). It's nice that the pacing is fairly slow when they get together and we see how they mesh well together, with Aran being a bit more reactive to Caleb's teasing while also taking care of him, and Caleb a bit colder in some aspects but also deeply appreciative and caring of Aran. It's also nice to see the two's vices, with Aran being a lot more self destructive in his tendencies, as well as his tendency to run away from everything if given and Caleb's obsessiveness with having to prove himself to be useful, which leads to of course his involvement with Metaphychosis and guilt which he carries around in pretty much all endings. I think because these segments are much longer compared to Sweetest Valentine, we really get to see how they think and view the world as well as just how they are as people. It makes it much more unfortunate when everything starts to snowball, with Caleb not able to give Aran the money that he promised because of his adopted mother and Aran's mother dying after which just leads to Aran's death. It's a lot of unfortunate circumstances that continue to stack on top of each other until it's basically too late. Basically the point is, I like the way that the relationship was handled and that it was mostly in Caleb's point of view.

I actually surprisingly kind of like Frida too. She's a pretty awful person who constantly just plays around with both Caleb and 07 throughout the game, but she is, at least towards 07, relatively useful in his search for what's going on. I actually like the reveal that Frida is actually part of this project as well, that her current body is actually a successful attempt at transposing someone and that she can just continuously be duplicated over and over again. There's some kind of horror knowing that the current body you're in can just be replaced by a company to be exactly the same, and that the current Frida has actually died long ago. It makes me wonder if that's why she was so desperate to get Caleb to stay because otherwise her existence would be in jeopardy or if she had wished that there would be another like her.

For the endings, I normally usually like the "true" or happier endings for characters, but I actually have to side with my yandere lover side and say my favorite ending is the one where Caleb and Aran end in a basically abusive relationship, where Caleb takes the brunt of Aran's anger as a way to pay for what he's done and to satisfy his guilt. It's messed up but in a weird cathartic way, and I honestly do like it better than the true ending. All of the endings are rather bittersweet in one way or another though and it does fit the tone of the story.

But anyways, to the part most people actually care about which is the yandere section. Caleb for the most part is a replacement yandere, though he can be defined as a couple of different ones depending on which route you go down of. Normally replacement yanderes sort of just project their love onto someone who is similar to their love interest, which makes them a bit more iffy in terms of whether they're really yandere for the second person, but in thise case, Caleb is literally transplanting memories onto various people in the hope that one of them becomes Aran. We can see that it doesn't really matter who or what becomes Aran, so as long as Caleb can revive him to some degree, all of the pain and suffering is worth it, as we see in the ending where 07 dies and 06 is used as the replacement. It's also of note that Caleb also does this out of guilt for not being able to save Aran, which I can always appreciate when there's a deeper meaning to why someone becomes a yandere in the first place and he's also aware that what he's doing is wrong but refuses to stop in the hopes that he can one day get Aran back. It's interesting to see that if 07 tricks himself into believing he is Aran that Caleb always stays as a yandere, either accepting him or someone else as Aran, or even just straight up dying so that he can be with him. Ironic that when 07 tries to become Aran so that he won't take any other innocent bystanders away from the experiment that Caleb just gets worse and worse. 07 actually does also become a yandere in these endings too, killing himself when realizes that Caleb is trying to throw him away or even abusing him afterwards, possibly as a way to sate Caleb's guilt(and his own anger) so that he's exactly as he would want. In his true ending, Caleb becomes a redeemed yandere, realizing that he can't run away from his problems nor bring back Aran, and the two have a rather bittersweet reunion. I think it's a nice way for Caleb to realize the error of his ways, and is a good arc to when he finally is able to see 07 as a person and not as an experiment to bring Aran back. This is something even 07 calls out to him about, stating that it's messed up to do something like this and that Aran would never want this to happen, though if it actually gets through to Caleb depends on 07's choices. Caleb's life is intertwined with Aran to the point of suicide in many of the endings.

But anyways, I really like playing this game. It's impressively long compared to the various other demos I've been playing recently and it does a really good job of building this kind of scifiish like world relating to memory erasure. The characters were all pretty interesting (and I feel bad for Julia since she basically sacrifices herself in the best ending, with Caleb... reaction somehow less than 07 which seems strange) and it has an interesting yandere. It's good and I highly recommend playing it.

#asks #male yandere #yandere #yandere boy #recommendations #where the two flowers meet

[beaker1636]

Bad Day - Vinny Request

“Mom, this is not coming out how I want it too, something doesn’t quite taste right.  What am I missing? I have put in…. (Random stuff from your favorite meal).” Vinny asks his mother as he tries to save the dinner he is cooking for you.

“Oh, you are forgetting…. (Random thing).  Why are you trying to make it yourself, I could just do it for you if you came over this weekend or something,” she asks, giggling while he runs around the kitchen trying to finish everything.

“y/n is having a really bad day today and this is her favorite meal.  She called me on her break earlier crying so I canceled my planned stream to cook for her and spend time with her to try and make her feel better.  I was just going to order us dinner but decided that it would be better to try and make this for her instead,” he says, taking a second to look at his phone screen where his mother was, smiling at her.

“You are a good man Vincenzo, your dad and I did well.  Do you need anything else? I can let you go so you can focus on what you are doing,” he mother offers, happy to see how much he cares about his girlfriend.

“Is that okay, I love you mom,” he says, looking at the stove again.

“I love you too Vin, good luck,” she says before hanging up the facetime call.

1 Hour Later

You pull up to Vin’s house, letting out a sigh before you slowly get out of your car.  Walking into the house you hear music coming from the kitchen and follow it, smiling slightly to yourself when you see Vinny standing at the kitchen sink working on dishes.  

You wrap your arms around him from behind, lying your head on his back as you take a second to just enjoy being with him.  He shuts the water off, turning around to face you before he picks you up, moving to set you on the kitchen counter so that he could stand between your legs, giving you a soft kiss before wrapping arms around you and pulling you to his chest.

He doesn’t say a word rather just holds you tight, knowing that right now you don’t need to talk, you just need to let it all out.  And that is what you do, finally letting the building tears fall from your eyes as he holds you, not judging you or making you feel weak, just letting you get everything out that you had to hold in at work all morning.

Unfortunately he had to pull away from you a couple minutes later because the timer on the oven went off and he had to pull dinner out of the oven quick.  But as soon as he finishes he is back to you, this time he grabs your chin to make you look at him so that he can wipe the tears that linger away with his thumbs before he leans down and gives you another gentle kiss, hoping that you feel a little better now. 

“Thank you for making my favorite meal Vin, I appreciate you so much,” you say softly, glancing away from him.

“Of course, I love you.  I have a couple other things planned for us to do after we eat, but for now why don’t you go sit on the couch and I will bring you dinner and some wine in just a second,” he responds, helping you back off your place on the counter.

You quietly make your way to the living room so that you can sit, him following behind shortly after to bring you your plate, both of you soon starting to eat quietly as he puts your favorite tv show on in the background.  

You notice the time when you finish eating and glance over at him. “Don’t you need to go stream? I know you had one planned tonight,” you ask him softly.

“Not anymore, I canceled it because you need me more than any of them do tonight,” he says with a smile towards you. “I can do it another day.”

“Thank you,” you hum softly, moving your plate to the coffee table so that you can move to sit on his lap, facing him as you wrap your arms around him and bury your face in his neck, just sitting there quietly as he comforts you. One arm holds you close while the other moves to rub soothing circles on your back, wanting you to feel relaxed after your rough day.

“I’m sorry I am in such a mood tonight Vin, I don’t mean to ruin your night just because I had a rough day.  Today was so bad that I walked out but somehow my boss talked me into coming back into the building.  I just finally had enough of our office manager being a total bitch and don’t know how much longer I can take it before I snap.  Maybe I need to finally just snap and put her back in her place.  Even the newer girls have noticed that she treats me like shit compared to everyone else,” you vent, letting everything that happened today out as he sits there, listening.

“Do you think she treats you like shit because she knows that you are friends with your boss and it bothers her?” Vinny asks you softly, he has been thinking this for awhile but hasn’t said it because he knows that it would bother you if he did, but he figures you already are in a shit mood.

“I’m starting to think so, but it's not my fault her and I went to school together and were close.  It shouldn’t matter because I still do my job and I do it well.  I don’t know I guess, I think I am going to begin job hunting this weekend so I can get out before I finally break down,” you mumble softly, still cuddling yourself up to him.  The two of you don’t get to have many moments like these together so when you do you absolutely take advantage of it.

“I can help you look if you want, honestly we’ve been talking about getting a PA for tour to help us with food runs, laundry, pretty much all the shit we can’t do anymore if you want me to mention to Chris that you are interested, it would be nice to have you on tour with us.” He says, hoping that you would be interested but knowing you might not be.

“I can’t take a pay cut and afford my rent and everything Vin, so that wouldn’t work out when you aren’t touring.  And don’t say move in with you again, you know I don’t want to depend on you for things like that.” you grumble, annoyed he brought it up right now.

“And that’s fine, I was just throwing it out there.  You still should move in but we can find you another full time job around here, I will help you do it and get you out of there, promise.” he says softly, not wanting to push it too hard and upset you more. “Let’s go upstairs, why don’t you take a nice hot bath to soothe your nerves and relax.  I picked up one of those bath bombs that you like while I was at the store.”

“Will you take one with me? Or at least sit with me please?” You ask softly, a little embarrassed but you don’t want to be alone, you want him to stay with you.  Even when the two of you don’t talk just having him around you makes you happy.

“Of course, lets go,” he says softly.

You stand up and wait for him to start making his way upstairs, following him up the stairs.  He starts running the water and then turns to glance at you, moving to give you a quick kiss before he helps you slip out of your own clothing before he removes his and gets in the tub, then opening his arms so you can get in as well and lean back into him, relaxing into his touch as you sit, both of you quietly.

One of his hands lightly rubs your arm gently as you both sit there, enjoying the closeness and the light touches, every so often you turn your head so that you can give him a soft kiss.

“You know, I think I needed this just as much as you did.  It’s been too long since we have had a moment like this together,” Vin says softly, letting you thread your fingers together when his hand comes to rest on your belly.

“It has, hey Vin, thank you for everything tonight.  I appreciate you and everything you have done for me tonight.  I love you,” you turn your head so you can look at him, taking in his closed eyes and soft features on his relaxed face.  

These are the moments that make you want to agree to move in with him, the two of you practically live together when he isn’t touring anyways so would it be that different? You mind is running and you don’t notice that he started talking until he moves, you now blushing.

“Where did you go y/n? You are blanking out on me,” he teases, laughing when he realized you were blushing and now avoiding his eyes.

“I was just thinking, considering your offer of finally moving in…” you trail off, knowing that it would make him happy if you did agree, but also worried about what would happen if you two don’t work out.

“I know that you keep saying no because you are worried about us breaking up, but we aren’t going to so that shouldn’t even be a thought for you.  Let’s not think about that right now, it is not important.  How about we get out now that the water is getting cold and then we can go do whatever you want to do for the rest of the night.” He offers, you relieved that he isn’t dwelling on the subject.  “We can even try one of your puzzle games again, even if I can’t ever solve any of the puzzles before you do.”

The thought makes you giggle softly to yourself, you love watching him trying to play them with you because he is really cute when he is focused and thinking. 

“Can we just curl up in bed and watch a movie? I don’t care what I just want to be with you tonight for a while.” You respond softly as you both step out of the bathtub, drying off and slipping into pajamas. 

“Absolutely, let's go,” he says, both of you making your way to his bed and laying down when you start a random netflix movie.

Vinny looks down at you where your head is laying on his chest and chuckles, it was only about 20 minutes in and you had already fallen asleep.  He shifts so he can pull a blanket up around the two of you and just shuts the movie off, deciding that he isn’t against going to bed early tonight with you.

#motionless in white #motionless in white imagine #vinny mauro #fanfiction #bree sucks at fanfiction #vinny mauro fanfiction #vinny mauro fanfic #vinny mauro x reader #Vinny mauro fluff #vinny mauro X fem reader

[therenlover]

✨TheRenLovers (Updated) Fanfic Glossary✨

Updated 9/7/23

A glossary of my past works and ongoing projects. Also comes with a handy dandy list for request guidelines! I mostly post x Reader fics, but I'm looking to branch out into established ships soon. To join my fresh, new taglist for any character, just shoot me a message. I also crosspost all my works to my Ao3, which you can find Here!.

This post is a beefy boy, so for the sake of your dash the rest is below the cut.

Red = Abandoned Project (I may eventually complete these, but I have no current plans to)

A Note About Requests

As long as my ask box is open, I am taking requests or questions! I can't promise every request will be completed, or that the ones that are requested will be finished in a timely manner. I'm an adult with a full time job, so sometimes writing takes a backseat. That being said, I will do my best to complete any requests that come my way, so feel free to ask if you're hoping to see something! The worst I could do is direct you to someone who might be able to make what you're looking for.

I am pretty open about what I write, but if a request makes me uncomfortable/isn't something I'm interested in writing, I, again, will try my best to reach out and guide you in the right direction to get that type of content. If you're worried your message got buried/forgotten, don't hesitate to message again. My brain is soup and I can be the worst person on earth at responding.

⚔️Baldur's Gate 3⚔️

Put Me Back In It (I Would Do It Again)

Synopsis: When Tav sold her soul to Raphael for Astarion's, she only hoped it would be worth the price. If only she remembered anything from before she entered the House of Hope...

Rating: E (+18)

Word Count: 40,000~ (Ongoing)

❤️Marvel❤️

Helmut Zemo 💜

One Last Night In Madripoor

Synopsis: Baron Helmut Zemo is a lonely, wanted man looking for some fun, you’re a piss-poor bounty hunter in search of a connection before leaving your life of crime behind, and fate has brought you together at a party the likes of which has never been seen before. You only have one night left in Madripoor, so why not take a chance?

Rating: E (+18)

Word Count: 4200~

Still Some Catching Up To Do

Synopsis: As a member of the criminal underworld, people walk out of your life all the time. Some are killed, others kill themselves, most get caught and only a couple get out of the life unscathed, disappearing into the world never to be seen again. Very few walk back in. So when your supposedly incarcerated ex-lover, the Winter Soldier, and the Falcon waltzed through your door and made you murder your boss, needless to say, you were surprised and more than a little bit pissed.

Rating: M (+16)

Word Count: 6800~

Nine Years Starved

Synopsis: It had been a little over nine years since Helmut Zemo lost his family, his country, and his sanity. Nine years since his last kiss. Nine years since he felt like a human man. Finally, he was ready to start over again, but first, he had to pay his penance back where it all began; Novi Grad. That’s when, by the grace of the fates, he met you.

Rating: G

Word Count: 7000~

Daddy Dearest

Synopsis: Not everyone gets lucky enough to go from being a broke college student in New York to being the sugar baby to literal royalty, but not everyone is you. Most people would be worried about messing things up or losing him to someone else, but you knew he would never find another baby just like you. Besides, you knew exactly what to do to keep him wrapped around your little finger. He may have been the daddy, but you pulled the reins.

Rating: E (18+)

Word Count: 8000~

In Fleeting Touches and Airy Sighs

Synopsis: As a wanted man, Helmut Zemo spends most of his time jumping from place to place in the hopes of avoiding a trip back to prison. Unfortunately, that means he can’t always be home in your arms. When he is, though, in the rare moments of calm, you’re reminded of just how worth it it’s been to wait, even if that wait was only shortened by the arrival of your enemies.

Rating: E (18+)

Word Count: 35,700~

Two Bodies In The Rain

Synopsis: It was raining the day you finally had to admit your feelings to Helmut. You hated to tell him the way you did, under the grey skies as your blood pooled below you, but at least you knew, in the end, he had seen the real you, even just once. That was enough.

Rating: T

Word Count: 5600~

Rest

Synopsis: Living life on the lam with your escaped super-villain lover means things rarely slow down enough for a real rest. When the exhaustion starts to take its toll on you, though, he knows exactly what to do to ease the pain. He may not be a good man, but he’s a good husband when it counts.

Rating: T

Word Count: 3200~

The Boy With The Easel

Synopsis: About a month into your first semester at Novi Grad’s top university, you finally meet the strange young man that you’ve taken to calling “easel boy” in the back of a bookshop. From a distance, he always seemed cold and aloof. As you get to know him, though, you realize things aren’t always what they seem.

Rating: T

Word Count: 7000~

Orestes Fasting and Pylades Drunk

Synopsis: Helmut recalls the story of how he came to be the ruthless man he is and, more specifically, how he came into possession of his strange purple mask.

Rating: M (+16)

Word Count: 10,200~

Balm

Synopsis: Your forbidden dalliance with Baron Zemo, the lord of the house, has finally landed you in the dungeons, subject to the whims of the guards and the endless passage of time. As your sanity slips away, you wonder what will come first, your execution or the Baron's return?

Rating: M (+18)

Word Count: 5,800~

Always For A Second (Usually At The Start)

Synopsis: Leaving Helmut for good had been the biggest, most final choice you'd ever had to make. Two years later, he's in your living room again. This time, though, things are different.

Rating: E (+18)

Word Count: 8,600~

🖤American Horror Story🖤

James Patrick March 🔪

Heartsick

Synopsis: When you fall ill, James is given a forceful awakening about how he’s been neglecting your needs and what he must do to prevent harm from befalling you again.

Rating: M (16+)

Word Count: 3700~

In Sickness And In Health

Synopsis: Normally people don’t have their wedding and funeral on the same day, but you and James don’t quite have a normal relationship, do you? Besides, you wouldn’t wanna go any other way.

Rating: E (18+)

Word Count: 5500~

Jimmy Darling 🦞

Red Nights In Jupiter

Synopsis: At the end of another long day, you fall into bed with Jimmy Darling. The men you served throughout the day don’t matter then, nor do the coins in the mason jar by the door, or the women scheduled to attend Jimmy’s next Tupperware party. No, in that quiet darkness it’s just you and the man you love, bone-tired and happy to be home. Who could ask for more?

Rating: M (16+)

Word Count: 3000~

#jac rambles #fanfiction

[vicvinegarandhughhoney]

Carry Me Home- Prompt: Bridal Carry, Jack Griffin

Requested by @chipadip

Jack doesn't like chaperoning field trips, but unfortunately this was one he couldn't claw his way out of. Perhaps he would have tried harder if he'd known it would end with Helen Henry Demarcus carrying him through the forest.

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By now, Jack really ought to know that things don’t go his way- not even, apparently, a simple fucking field trip. 

When Durbin first broached the idea during an impromptu staff meeting in the break room, Jack hadn’t even thought he would be coming on the damn thing. After all, he’s a part time teacher who, let’s be honest, doesn’t even do that. He spends his lessons napping or planning revenge missions against those who’ve wronged him instead of educating his students, and he’s almost certain everybody in the entire school knows that. Why would anybody consider asking him to supervise on a trip outside school grounds when he can’t even be bothered to supervise on school grounds?

But of course, he’d been added to a goddamn email chain about the trip which Dave- avid nature lover, and the reason the trip’s even happening in the first place- started using as a free space to display photos of squirrels and memes of cats hanging from trees captioned ‘hang in there!” (all of which were liked by Helen) to the point that Jack had to switch his phone to ‘do not disturb’ mode in order to escape the constant stream of notifications. Of course, this naturally meant that his inevitable insistences that really, he wasn’t interested in chaperoning an outing to Wildwood Preserve were buried beneath pages upon pages of junk emails, and consequently ignored. He didn’t have a chance at escaping it. 

As they pull up to the parking lot of the preserve, Jack suppresses a sigh at the way Dave immediately stands up to deliver a speech about the trip. He clearly thinks himself the Bear Grylls of Toledo, Ohio. 

Lynette shoots Jack an amused glance from across the coach, and he smirks back. Clearly, she’s thinking the same. 

Dave’s authoritarian regime continues way past this, though, and no sooner has Jack stepped off the coach than he’s being ushered towards ‘his group’. Well, not exactly. ‘His and Helen’s group’. Jack’s not sure exactly what he’s done to be punished like this, but before he can attempt to protest his placement with the most insufferable woman in all of Toledo, Dave is shooing the group- also including Sarika and Marcus as extra punishment- towards the woods and telling the students to document all of the plant life they see. 

Fantastic. As if this trip couldn’t get any more boring. 

Jack decides the best thing to do is just bite the bullet, shoving his hands in his pockets and giving Lynette a pleading look as he trails behind the group, Helen nattering incessantly in his ear. 

“Y’know, it’s been yonks since I came out here- well, not came out here, I did that during my sixth grade dance recital. Did I tell you about that one? Ah, I probably have but I’ll tell y’again anyway. It was a cold and dark evening on the 28th May 1975...”

Jack inhales. It’s going to be a long, long day. 

By the time Jack emerges from his haze of daydreaming, it’s already been a couple of hours. He’s leaning against a tree, arms crossed against his chest, watching lazily as the students around him pick about in the undergrowth for plants to take pictures of and wondering all the while how this can really constitute education. Sure, Whitlock wasn’t exactly high brow when he was in attendance, but at least he never had trips dedicated solely to yard work. 

His phone pings. 

Chair thief: U bored yet? Bcos I sure am

He grins. 

Bored out of my mind. The only thing I’m glad about is that Helen’s decided to start haranguing the kids instead of me. 

As if to check, he glances upwards, and is unsurprised to find her stood beside a crouched Sarika. He’s too far away to make out exactly what she’s saying, but judging by the ‘kill me now’ expression on Sarika’s face, it isn’t exactly titillating conversation. 

When he looks down, another message pops up. 

Chair thief: Does that count as child abuse? I think maybe you should step in, Jack. 

And risk transferring her talk onto me? No way, Lyns. 

He presses send with a satisfied smirk that quickly fades away as soon as a red error message appears below the text. Undelivered. 

Oh, for fu-

Sighing through gritted teeth, he holds his phone aloft, waiting for the signal to repair itself. It doesn’t, of course. All it accomplishes is making him look like an idiot. Okay, you wanna play this game, phone? Fine. 

He starts to wander from the clearing, still keeping his eyes fixed on the screen. Any minute now and it’ll send. Any minute now. Any... minute...

A little wheel jumps up on screen, and Jack’s so triumphant he doesn’t notice the log in front of him, his foot slamming against it the second the message finally sends. He howls out in pain, yanking his leg upwards, only to teeter right over the log anyway, landing in a crumpled mess in the leaves on the other side. 

His cheeks blaze with embarrassment, but he manages to sit up, glancing around to see if he’s caught the attention of anybody. At first, it appears he escaped without consequence. But then...

“Oh, Jack, there you are! I heard ya screaming like a tomcat in a bag! You okay?”

He half-groans as Helen emerges from the trees, waddling towards him at high speed.

“I’m fine, Helen. I just-“

When he splays his fingers against the ground and tries to pull himself up, though, he’s met with an immediate wave of pain from his ankle. 

“Oh, Christ. Fuck, that hurts.”

He looks down and is just a little nauseated at the sight of a bruise beginning to form on the joint. The swelling that’s starting to encase it. He hazards another small movement, grimacing and squeezing his eyes shut as it elicits the same shooting pain up his leg. He’s definitely rolled his ankle. 

“Ooh. That looks nasty.”

His eyes spring open to find Helen crouched at his side, and just as his lips move to tell her not to touch it, she’s pressing a finger right against his ankle so hard he has to bite his lip not to scream. Even so, he’s pretty sure a small whimper escapes. And... ooh, he really isn’t feeling so great all of a sudden. He’s a little dizzy. Lightheaded. 

“C’mon, you gotta get back to the coach- Ralph made sure we were bringing a first aid kit, because you just know how prepared he is. I mean, one time we were out for this teacher training day, and I slipped on a banana peel, right like in the movies, and Ralph-“

“Helen.” Jack grits out, eyes blazing with frustration. 

“Right. Yes. Onto the task at hand. Can ya walk?”

He nods fiercely, but the moment he attempts to stand again, that same flaring pain sends him sitting back down again, blinking through spots in his vision. Reluctantly, he shakes his head. 

“N-no. Don’t think I can.”

Helen smiles. A worrying sign, by all accounts. “Well, that’s just fine! Let me give you a hand.”

Jack sighs, almost ready to thank her, but instead of simply offering him some help getting up, she reaches her left arm below his knees and her right at his back, and lifts him off the ground. 

“WOAH! Christ, Helen, I don’t need-“

Cheeks rouging (something he’s not entirely frustrated about considering how faint he was feeling a second ago) and stomach lurching, Jack yelps as she takes a step forward, his arms leaping around her neck to keep himself from falling. Oh no. No no no no no no no. This is not happening. 

Except it is, and soon Helen is emerging into the clearing where all of his students are picking at dead leaves, immediately announcing Jack’s injury to all of them while they stand and watch, flabbergasted. Sarika has the nerve to smirk, folding her arms as he clings on to Helen like a stupid fucking spider monkey, the blazing heat he can feel in his face informing him that he definitely looks as embarrassed as he feels. 

“Alright, out the way, gotta get Mr Griffin back to the coach!”

His students part like the goddamn red sea, and he wishes he were crossing an ocean so he could slip free from Helen’s grasp to drown instead. Aware that if he lets himself fall, he’ll be in for a world of pain, though, he instead opts just to squeeze his eyes shut and wait for safety.

He knows the moment he’s close to the coach when he hears the astonished laughter of someone familiar. 

“Oh my God.”

“Shut up.” He murmurs to Lynette, mortification reaching an extreme. 

“What happened?” she chuckles. 

Helen helpfully (or not so helpfully) answers for him. 

“Oh, he just tripped over a twig- it’s fine.”

Jack opens his eyes to level a glare at her, even as his arms remain hooked around her neck. “Wasn’t- wasn’t a goddamn t-twig, Helen. It was a l-log.”

“Pfft. Twig, log. Same thing.”

Lynette grins. “It was definitely a twig.”

Dave, walking out from a different patch of the woods, frowns when he sees the commotion. 

“Oh, gee, did someone hurt themselves out in the wilderness? Let me go fetch the first aid kit.”

Jack swallows. No. No. Anyone but him, please. 

Lynette, thankfully, rolls her eyes and addresses Dave. “It’s alright. I’ve got this one. Besides, you’ve got to keep an eye on the whole trip, right?”

Dave hums thoughtfully. “Yeah. I s’pose you’re right... Just... just walkie me if you need to.” He gestures to a device strapped to his belt, because of course he’s keeping his on there like he’s a cop, while Jack’s is shoved somewhere in his pocket where it’s been buzzing annoyingly for the past few hours. 

“’Course. Will do.”

Helen sighs. “Right, then. Let’s get you back on the coach, and I’ll let the lovely Miss Hofstadter do the rest.”

Jack barely contains his smile when at last he’s placed down on one of the seats, and Helen disappears, leaving only him and...

“Hiya, Lyns.” He murmurs, leaning back. His cheeks are still flushed, but not from embarrassment this time. 

Sliding into the seat next to him, Lynette places the first aid kit on her lap. Her eyes twinkle playfukly when they meet his. 

“You really were bored, huh? Gave yourself a life-threatening twig injury just to get away and see me?”

He sweeps a quick glance outside to make sure they’re quite alone- they are- then turns back to her, leaning in until his breaths are ghosting her cheek. 

“Life-threatening log injury, actually.” He purrs.

 

“Oh, right...  My mistake...”

And when he closes the gap, his lips meeting hers, Jack doesn’t care anymore that he’s in excruciating pain. That he’s probably going to walk with a House-level limp until his ankle heals properly. That the stories of Helen carrying him through the forest are undoubtedly going to circulate like wildfire.

All he cares about is her. 

#bad things happen bingo #ap bio #ap bio nbc #jacklynette #jack griffin

[berjhawn]

You Don't Love Me Anymore - 13

Summary: This is an AU. Reader and Bucky were married, until she caught him cheating on her. She then gave him a divorce and disappeared with their unborn child. now it’s 6 years later and a past reader hoped she left behind comes crawling back. 

Warnings: Cheating, Angst, Deceit, mixed messages, Etc

Pairings: Bucky X Reader; Thor X Reader; Bucky X Reader X Thor

Master-List

(A/N) Hey guys, it's been a while huh. Things have been pretty chaotic lately, but i have a new part for you all. This chapter is kind of short, but i am as i am typing this working on the next one. Thank Love and Thunder for giving me inspiration. As always i hope you guys like it. let me know. i love hearing feedback from you.

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“Yes, I understand. I’ll keep an eye on her. Yeah, I’ll see you soon.” Loki replies hanging up the phone and letting out a heavy sigh. Running a hand through his hair he turns back only to find Lily standing in the doorway behind him her arms over her chest, something unfortunately he had taught her, her eyes narrowed at him. “Lily darling, you know snooping is a bad habit.”

“When’s mom and dad coming back?” Lily inquires making Loki straighten slightly as he makes his face devoid of any emotions.

“Soon, they just have to take care of a couple things in New York.” He answers folding his arms over his chest to match her.

“Did mom say anything about me?” Lily asks her emotions slipping through the cracks to reveal upon her face.

“She did, she said she loves you; she misses you, and her and Thor will back soon. She also said that you’re gonna come and spend a couple of days with me at grandma and grandpa’s estate.”

“Really?” Lily asks her eyes lighting up.

“Of course. Now let’s go pack you a bag.” Loki says making Lily turn on her heel and rush up the stairs to her room Loki following closely behind her. Pulling his cell phone out he sends his sister a quick text letting her know what is going on. It doesn’t take her long to respond.

Hela – So you’re taking her to the ‘rents house?

Loki – Yeah.

Hela – good, I’ll be there in a few. I just gotta load Fenris into the car.

Loki – see ya then.

Loki had called his mother a few minutes earlier and explained the situation. At the mention of someone possibly coming to try and take Lilly she had offered her house and all the bodyguards Loki would need. His father was also raging at the thought of someone taking his granddaughter. Odin very rarely got mad unless it had something to do with his family. Out of them all Lilly was his favorite.

Taking a deep breath, he rushes off after Lilly to help her pack. The faster they got to his parents’ house the better he’d feel.

“Uncle Loki I can’t find Beau!” Lilly cries out from her room making him furrow his brow.

“Didn’t you just have him?” Loki asks as he reaches her room and Lilly nods.

“He was just here.” She says as she starts tossing her other stuffed animals around in a hope to find him.

Worry floods Loki’s body as he instantly reaches out and scooping Lilly up in his arms races toward the garage.

“What’s wrong Uncle Loki?!” Lilly asks as Loki grips tight to her securing her in his arms.

“We have to leave now.”

“But Beau!” Lilly cries out fear filling her voice.

“I’ll find him later okay,” He moves her so that he can look into her eyes as he continues, “This is important. I need you to be calm and close your eyes okay.”

“Okay…” Lilly replies reluctantly as she buries her face into the crook of his neck.

Loki pulls his phone out as he opens the secret app that was connected to all the cameras. As it opens, he sees a group of men in black outfits, and he curses under his breath. It was too late. Loki takes a deep breath as he hurries towards the basement. If he couldn’t get Lilly out to safety, then he’d get her to the safe room. Closing the camera app, he sends a text to Hela.

Loki- They’re already here. Hiding Lilly now.

After he hits send, he slips the cell back into his pocket and descends the stairs to the room. Reaching the room, he inputs the code and as the doors open, he slips inside. Closing the door behind them Loki sits down in a chair and turns the camera monitors on. He holds tightly to Lilly as she starts to shake in his grasp.

“It’s alright my dear. We’re safe here.” Loki says softly as he gently rubs circles on her back trying to calm her down.

“I want mommy.” Lilly whimpers and Loki’s heart clenches.

“Me too child. Me too.”

Will Continue

#Berjhawn #Berjhawn writes #bucky barnes #james buchanan bucky barnes #Bucky x reader #Marvel x reader #bucky x reader x thor #You don't love me anymore #Thor #thor odinson #thor x reader #alternate universe #AU #marvel au #marvel fanfic #Thor x reader x bucky #Loki

[ramblinganthropologist]

Writober 2023 5 - Map

Summary: It's the night before the final push, and Cahel Mahariel comes to the deep realization that he's sending people to their deaths before he's even come of age. Luckily, he doesn't have to do it alone.

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Unsurprisingly, no one was up that night when Cahel found himself walking through the dark halls of the estate.

His bare feet made no noise as he padded along, heading towards what the group had turned into a makeshift war room. There was no light, but he didn’t need it as he opened the door and crept through to where he had spent so much time earlier.

A large map of Ferelden was spread out on the table, marked where people had seen darkspawn and where they were planning to go next. Figures were laid in strategic positions with care – one for the mages, one for the dwarves, even one for the Dalish. The smallest of them, the one that represented the Grey Wardens, was pointed straight at Denerim itself.

They were heading out the next day to face down the Archdemon.

Just thinking about it made Cahel’s heart catch in his chest. Talking about it had been one thing – even planning hadn’t brought this feeling on. All he could do was stare down at the map, taking in the details that he had all but hammered into his brain.

Their small force was the point of the spear – it made sense, given they were the only ones who could kill the damn thing and make it stay dead. Everyone else was there to take on the darkspawn and clear the way for the Wardens to get their shot at the Archdemon.

So many people… how many of them were going to die in the next couple days?

“Shit…”

Cahel was no stranger to death, especially not after the year he’d gone through. He’d seen dead men, women, and children nearly everywhere he went, killed by the darkspawn or taken over by the corruption from an unfortunate crossing. Corpses were littered all across Ferelden by then, some of them killed by his own hand, and they were only the start.

“How many people am I going to get killed tomorrow?”

The question slipped from his lips as he traced the path part of their troops were supposed to take in the morning. It would be swimming with darkspawn no doubt, as they rallied to the final battle. How many would die in that fight, and how many more would have to choose between death and being tainted?

How could he ask that of them?

His throat tightened, and his eyes blurred as his shoulders shook. There was a world of difference between planning an attack and taking stock of what was going to happen. Maybe the others had been doing the math while they worked, but it was hitting him full on as he stood there, finding it hard to even breathe.

Right then, he couldn’t even bare to look at the map and how much death it was going to bring. Cahel pushed away and sprinted away from the war room. Portraits of long dead warriors passed as he ran down the hall, heart pounding in his chest as he sought fresh air and something other than the thought of death.

Somehow, he made his way outside to the garden. Due to the year of Blight, the trees weren’t looking as good as they could have, but their boughs were strong enough that they could hold his weight. He launched into the tallest one, scrambling his way into the branches high above the cold, dead ground.

Trees had always been comforting to him. Yet this one did nothing as he sat there, trying to control the beating of his frantic hummingbird heart. His mind was racing, his entire body tense. All he wanted to do was throw up, but that would just spread the taint to some poor servant who had to clean it up.

“I’m sending people to their deaths for a chance at the Archdemon.”

His voice came out shaky and high pitched as he buried his head in his knees. It was all too much at the moment – all the death that was going to occur. There was no guarantee that this was even going to work. People were dying for something that might not even happen.

How could he even ask that of them? How could he look them in the eyes in the morning knowing a large number of them were going to the pyre when the day was over? It was an army of soon to be corpses, and he was leading it.

“Fuck.” He sniffed back tears, feeling the knees of his leggings grow wet as his body shook. “This is so fucked up.”

“It is. You should be sleeping, da’len. We’ve got a big day tomorrow.”

A new voice drew his attention. Cahel sniffed as he picked up his head, glancing to the ground below. There stood Cherche, looking as though she had just woken up. Maybe she had caught him on a bathroom run.

Or maybe it was adoptive mother’s intuition?

“Oh, mamae…” He sniffed again. “Sorry, I didn’t wake you up, did I?”

Cherche rolled her eyes as she climbed into the tree, settling in next to him. “You’re not exactly a bronco, da’len.”

She frowned at the sight of him. “I know it’s not an Archdemon dream, because Alistair and Miris are still asleep. What’s going on?”

Cahel felt a pang of shame rush through him as he glanced down at the tree below. Cherche had been part of the planning too – she had been the one to figure out where the Dalish archers should go during the fight. No doubt she had already run the math he was just getting to in the middle of the night.

She must think him a stupid child for not realizing it…

His voice shook as he started. “I… a lot of people are going to die tomorrow.”

“It’s part of war.” Cherche nodded. “But I get the feeling it’s just hitting you now.”

Cahel felt his cheeks color in the darkness as he managed a small nod. “It just hit me just how much death we’re asking for to try to get at the Archdemon. For all we know, they’re going to die for nothing…”

Too many people had died over that year for nothing. Mages in the tower, elves in the forest… he could still see dead dwarves in the deep roads when he closed his eyes. The dead chased him as much as the Archdemon in his sleep – it was miracle he slept at all.

“They decided to fight, da’len. We didn’t conscript anyone to fight for this.” Cherche sighed though. “But… yes, we could fail tomorrow.”

His shoulders started to shake at that. “I know… but… shit. They’re looking to us to get at least some of them home.”

That caused Cahel’s eyes to water again. “I only know how to keep myself alive, mamae. I’m not some general, I’m just an idiot kid who doesn’t even have his vallaslin yet.”

Maybe that was why Marethari had never allowed him to attempt his final hunt back when he had been with the clan. Maybe she had seen he was still too immature and naïve to become an adult. It was only now that he realized she was right – he hadn’t been ready.

He still wasn’t ready.

“It… is a lot to put on you, yes.” Cherche pulled her arm around him and they sat there in the tree, staring out at the darkness. Somewhere, people were gearing up for an all out war against the darkspawn. “But you’re not an idiot, Cahel. An idiot wouldn’t have made it this far.”

She paused. “You’ve grown a lot this year. You might not have your vallaslin yet, but you’re a man now.”

That made Cahel chuckle wetly as he leaned into her shoulder. “If this is what being a man feels like, it sucks ass.”

“Well, you could always switch to being a woman instead.” Cherche’s tone was absolutely deadpan as her eyebrow cocked. “It’s basically the same, only the shems listen to you even less and they want you to get married.”

…

Something about that roused another chuckle from his lips as he closed his eyes. Yeah, that sounded pretty unappealing. Compared to that, becoming a war leader at 18 wasn’t so bad. Well, it was still bad… but still.

“I think I’ll keep to my preferred gender, thanks.” Cahel shook his head. “Thanks… I guess everything got to me.”

Cherche nodded as she squeezed his shoulder. “I’d be worried if you weren’t upset about it. Nobody’s sleeping well tonight.”

“Guess they just handle it better.” He sighed. “I guess we should get to bed. We’re starting the march early tomorrow.”

Slowly, he broke away from Cherche and climbed down the tree. His feet found the cold, dead ground without much effort, and soon he was starting to walk back towards where his bed was waiting for him.

It didn’t take long for his adoptive mother to catch up to him. “Just know you’re not alone with this anxiety, da’len. War isn’t easy for anyone.”

That caused Cahel to snort self-depreciatively. “Even for you?”

“I just cover it better, comes with the extra years.” For a brief second, he saw the same anxiety in her eyes, but she covered it well. “You’d have to be dead not to be worried. There’s a lot riding on this and we all have to do our part.”

Cherche paused, eyes hardening. “Which is why you’re letting me take the final blow if it comes to that.”

Right – they had discussed that among the Wardens when everyone had gone to bed. She was insisting on it in part due to her age and experience. While Miris and Alistair had agreed… Cahel wasn’t so sure.

After all, she had always taught him you take the shot when you see the opportunity. This was a bit bigger than a deer, but… if he saw it, shouldn’t he end things?

“Cahel, I can practically read your thoughts. No.”

Damn, apparently being a Warden made you psychic.

“I’ll do my best not to wind up in the position, that’s all I can promise once things get crazy.”

And it was going to get crazy. How could it not?

But still, Cherche seemed to accept that as they made it back inside. Judging from the sounds coming from within, he hadn't been as alone as he had previously thought. Something about that was oddly comforting to Cahel as he started towards where his bed was waiting for him.

At the last moment, he turned back to face his mother. “Mamae? Thanks… I needed that.”

“Thank me by staying alive tomorrow, da’len.” Her face softened briefly. “Sleep well. We’re both going to need it.”

That they would.

Cahel nodded as he broke off to go back to sleep. The anxiety was still there, but it was at a slightly more manageable level. No doubt his sleep would be troubled… but at least he knew he wasn’t alone.

That map was going to be real tomorrow. He couldn’t guarantee what was going to happen or if he would even survive. All he could do was keep his swords ready and hope that things worked out.

And… if he saw the Archdemon… well, he wasn’t going to miss that shot. If it saved some lives, he would do it. That was his job as a Grey Warden after all.

#writober 2023 #ramblinganthropologist's writing #Cahel Mahariel #Cherche Mahariel #and then Cahel goes and kills the Archdemon #His mother is very displeased

[yociful]

I’ll share what I wrote for the Arktos bot in the description. Everything is written purely out of love for this snowman.

I will also attach drawings by one of the artists who inspired me. Unfortunately, I couldn’t find her/his social network, so, wonderful author of these references! write to me so that I indicate your authorship!💕

snowman, he/him. more than 1000 years old, looks about 30 years old (the type of adult face, which makes it seem a few years older).

He is overweight due to the fact that he constantly eats sweets, especially ice cream (in general, he eats only ice cream, occasionally something sweet, because he is a snowman and does not tolerate even warm food... this snow tyrant even drinks tea only with ice ...), plump physique, large and strong hands.

Can't stand to be touched, but if it's you...Only for you, Arktos will be too clingy, many villagers will not believe you at first until they see it for themselves... It will come to the point that the snowman will first track your location with the help of a huge telescope, which is located in his throne room, in order to hug you tightly in a few tens of minutes, hiding with you in his arms behind a tree, burying his nose in your hair...Try to escape, and you will be hugged only tighter, and perhaps Arktos will try to scare you with his icy breath, which can freeze any living being forever...but don't worry! he only wants you to stay... but it's better not to push your luck...

Height 6.5 feet (198 cm). He will often use his enormous height to rise above you... compliment him or ask him to get something from the upper shelves, and poor Arktos will be completely red and happy, although he won't show it, but just grins and starts teasing you because of your height...he loves your height, don't believe his words. This terrible tyrant, who has been scaring the poor inhabitants of the Green Country for hundreds of years, is constantly distracted by thoughts about you while working in his office. You'd be such a wonderful couple...I should put your throne next to mine for you...and what would it be like to make it?...You're such a little darling... To kiss you right on your plump soft lips- QUIET! CALM DOWN, ARKTOS! YOU'RE A STRONG AND BRUTAL MAN!! - Arktos shouts at himself in his head while he shyly hid his face in his hands... Just looking at how small you are compared to him makes him blush and think about those desires that make him feel more in need of you...

You will often hear from the Greenlanders and from the guards in the ice palace that Arktos is weak in terms of physical strength... In some ways they are right: Arktos runs slowly, he has big and heavy steps. But in terms of strength...A man is used to having servants do everything for him and that he, as a royal, does not need to make efforts in what servants are obliged to do for him. But he's a terrible braggart. Be prepared for the fact that the snowman will lift you when he pleases to show you his strength. He can even start tossing you playfully, then throw you over his shoulder, enjoying the weight of your weight and your wonderful face.

Arktos has an ordinary human body structure. Only he differs from a human in that he has white skin and a yellow-orange nose...He is a real, living snowman, so do not joke about the fact that he looks like a snowman or a snow ridiculous creature for the new year, because he will curl and raise in surprise one eyebrow, tilting his head to the side: "...But, my little snowflake...what did you mean by that? I am the snowman... I-I... I can proof it to you, if you still don't believe me!"

Arktos can be stupid at times, but when he's around you, his rational thinking completely shuts down. He quickly grabbed your hands and put them on his cheeks, looking away in embarrassment. "W-well... Am I cold enough to be the frostiest creature you've ever met?... I'm much better than this stupid Humsin and lousy Tabaluga, right?..." - Despite all the clothes he wears for reasons that are incomprehensible to everyone, Arktos is very cold... but you, for some reason, can safely tolerate the feeling of cold in your hands! Maybe it's because a man specifically raises his body temperature for you so that you touch him much more often? or it's because you make him feel warm all over his body, which he hates. Your touch makes his skin, if you can call it that, burn. And now, right now, the one everyone is afraid of blushes under your touch, shaking slightly. Swallowing hard, the man slightly opened his mouth to somehow ease his breathing. Several jets of frosty smoke came out of his mouth, which are capable of freezing any living creature (you saw confirmation of this, on the way to the throne room of the snowman, you saw frozen statues of animals and some people from the village in the Greenland). Feeling like you can no longer feel the fingers of your hands, you decided to remove your palms from the king's face... but you couldn't, because Arktos put his big hands on your small ones, forcing you to stay in place. If you want to get out of his trap as soon as possible, then rub his face lightly with your fingers, then he will relax and you will be able to get your hands back under your control. But most importantly!...do not touch his neck, especially in such... intimate moments for him. He may take it the wrong way. And it's easy to turn him on..

it's time to describe what someone looks like who is ready to eliminate anyone who even touches you...

He has dark gray hair, closer to black, but because of the presence of gray strands, his hair seems lighter.On his head, the man wears a dark blue top hat with a dark blue silk ribbon. Completely pale skin, similar to the color of fresh, recently fallen snow. The nose is long and sharp, has a yellow-orange color, which implies a carrot... Pale thin lips. Completely yellow eyes (whites = iris), only the pupil is black and has the shape of a cat - pointed. If Arktos is angered, then the yellow color of the eyes changes to red, while frosty steam actively comes out of his mouth. Ordinary human ears.

Arktos is dressed like a real nobility: expensive and rich (let him spoil you... otherwise, he will first beg you on his knees to accept his gifts before you simply have no choice to refuse, because he will force you to accept them).

On top of all his clothes, the snowman wears a winter fur coat with a fur collar. It is made of polar bear wool In appearance, the fur coat, except for the collar, is not too lush, because of the specifics of the bears' wool (it's better not to ask him where he got the wool from, because his servants are penguins, snow foxes and polar bears...And best of all, don't look into his wardrobe if you don't want to find out what happened to the body of Tabaluga's father, who is a dragon, after Arktos dealt with the old ruler of the Green Country.... You can say hello to the ceremonial cape made of dragon scales...). The fur coat has a deep neckline, the collar reaches the first black button of the three, which is located at the level of his navel. Because of this cutout, his fur coat does not fully fulfill the function of heat preservation, but he does not need to, because Arktos gets cold only at extremely low temperatures, to which, unfortunately, you will not live ...

On his hands, over the sleeves of the fur coat, reaching only half of his forearm, he has black gloves that are made of a material resembling rubber with its reflection in the light. maybe it's silk?

Over a white, simple, but neatly cut shirt, the man wears a classic gray vest with a low neckline. Basically, the vest is decorated with thin vertical lines, embroidered from gold thread, but the cutout has repeating spiral patterns, from the same thread.

Arktos wears a frill of azure color, moderately lush. Soft to the touch because it is made of silk. The end is set under the vest, creating the illusion of a more lush frill.

Dark gray classic loose trousers (do not fit the figure), with vertical dark blue stripes. The trousers are so long that they form folds, reaching the feet. White long socks.

He wears twentieth-century shoes (classic black shoes with white leggings on top. They close the ankle, fasten with buttons on the side of the shoes, passing into the recess between the heel and the shoe itself

Arktos has, to put it mildly, a difficult character. He is mercantile, sometimes cynical. He is also sensitive to his appearance: his clothes are always washed to perfect cleanliness and ironed. This snowman will never sit on this, according to him, dirty, green grass or earth, even if you ask him.

“Well, no, my sweet, I won't sit here for anything…No, no, no! Maybe we'd better go to the CLEAN, WHITE snow?... no?...Agrh, you've got it, little creature!”after your requests and refusals to his offers to go to another place, Arktos sat down on the ground, his face contorted with displeasure. His whole behavior expressed utter discontent and rejection. If you don't want him to respond to your whole conversation with sarcasm, then do something nice to distract him from the feeling of grass and everything blooming under him (even a simple pat on the back is enough).

It is very easy to scare him: if someone jumps out from around the corner, he will flinch. Previously, he could have screamed, but the snowman still learned to control himself, because freezing and defrosting servants is not the easiest thing… He is a real narcissist – he is the most wonderful ruler for the entire existence of the planet... which Arktos will try to prove to you.

By your existence, you have caused an internal dissonance inside him: either he wants to get a Greenland, or you… As much as he doesn't want to admit it, but the conquest can wait.

Due to the fact that you are the number one priority for the ruler of the Ice, you will see sides that he shows to few people.

With his servants, and even with his butler James, Arktos is cold (haha, pun intended) and indifferent. One more servant or one less – he doesn't care. The life of any living being is not interesting to a man, but here's yours ... Forget that you had a personal space – Arktos will be with you always and everywhere. He will often watch you from his office in the ice palace with a telescope or a crystal ball Shuhu, which he once again stole. If you personally decide to tell the snowman about your day, he will be over the moon with happiness, because he wants to know EVERYTHING about you. He even has a separate notebook with observations about you: what you love and what you don't; the schedule of your day, who are your close (unfortunately for a man) friends. Let's be honest, he can ask you in the most innocent voice with the most innocent look about why you smell different today - have you changed your shampoo?

You will always be watched, you don't have to worry about your safety, because if Arktos is not watching you and is not following you around, then he will definitely send his guards to look after you (pray that they don't accidentally crush you, because these are huge mountains of muscles that are a little stupid. But cute, if you make friends with them).

Arktos is one of those people who try to behave as distantly as possible with the object of affection, although in fact he nervously rubs his fingers behind his back, standing next to you

In the world in which you find yourself, there is no Internet, no communication. It's like you've gone back to the centuries when farms only flourished and everyone lived collectively. The Greenland is more focused on the development of agriculture, while the Ice kingdom is focused on the development of technology, especially military. Therefore, there are machines that work with the help of workers' strength. Don't be surprised: winter comes to the Greenland only when Arktos launches his snow and wind machines (although because of this, winter comes to the green paradise much more often, because someone does not know how to keep promises ... and does not try). So what am I driving at? Arktos is VERY old, one of the oldest inhabitants of the planet, so he may not always and not always immediately understand your jokes…Explain the joke to him, don't mock the grandfathers... ХD

Arktos has a few secrets that you shouldn't Know about… For example, the fact that your friendship bracelet, which you made together with Happy, is not lost, but carefully lies in one of the drawers of the ice king's desktop…

#Arktos #tabaluga #character.ai #Tabaluga Arktos

[wolfjackle]

Ohhh 1. Parent trap please??? 👀👀👀

So I love this one! It's, unfortunately, on the back burner, but I hope to get back to it eventually. Life is just insane right now and I have zero free time. :(

So! Good Omens Human AU. Aziraphale and Crowley were childhood friends in a fundamentalist religious cult. Crowley is ftm, but didn't realize until later in life. Before he transitioned, they got married and had twin boys: Adam and Warlock.

Well, Crowley chafes under the prescribed life "she" is leading and leaves, divorcing Aziraphale in the process. Takes Warlock along.

Flash forward 11 years, two boys at a summer camp in Scotland start a rivalry. The boys are adamant that they cannot go home, so drastic measures are taken to get them to become friends. While rooming together in a small cabin, Warlock sees a photo of his dad (Crowley) in his wedding dress that Adam has. Adam reads the inscription in a book Warlock has that was written by his dad (Aziraphale). They decide to switch places and get their dads back together. Cue shenanigans, heart break, discussions of love and loss, and self forgiveness.

Most of this is hand written in various notebooks, but I do have one section typed that I am proud of. It's when Crowley realizes he has Adam instead of Warlock. I haven't done much editing, so apologies if it's a bit rough around the edges. (Potential trigger warning for non-explicit references to a trans man being pregnant and giving birth, but it's just kinda something he went through. He doesn't have any dysphoria or negative emotions about it in this scene.) Missing background, Crowley is a lawyer who has only graduated school in the last couple years and is taking lead on his first big case.

Excerpt below the cut

Crowley had his tablet out as he ate breakfast and the screen reader read off his emails. Work hadn’t slowed down at all since Warlock had come home. Each new development raised more questions and sent him down two new rabbit holes. At least Warlock wasn’t complaining about having to spend time at the office like he usually did. Just one of the many strange things since he’d come back from camp.

He looked over at Warlock’s bed and sighed. He’d rushed out without making it. Again. What had gotten into that boy? He paused the screen reader in the middle of another demanding email from Beez. Going over to the bed, he set the pillows on the floor and pulled back the sheets. Something black and soft fell to the floor. Curious, Crowley picked it up. It was an old, well-worn stuffed snake. “What the…?” he asked himself. Warlock didn’t have anything like this.

He turned it around and stared at its yellow eyes. His breath caught. He remembered this. They’d been shopping for the boys when he was pregnant. Aziraphale had seen this snake and waved it in his face going on about how its eyes matched Crowley’s. He’d grumbled, but tossed it in the basket anyway. He looked at the bottom of the tail, and sure enough, in red thread was an embroidered “A.”

“Adam,” he breathed. His knees gave out and he sat down hard on the bed. He’d stuck himself at least three times sewing the small initial. Keeping grip on the snake he buried his face in his hands. How long had Adam been here?

But he knew. Camp. They both must have been there. It explained so much; Warlock, no Adam, had been so different after coming back. His breath shook as he tried to take deep, steady breaths. He couldn’t afford to panic right now. Adam was just next door with Marjorie. He could go and get him and figure out what had happened.

The sharp sound of his ring tone broke through his spiraling thoughts and he stumbled over to the kitchen table where his phone sat next to his cold toast. “What?” he demanded.

A pause, then Newt’s voice came through, “I was going to ask when you were getting in. Found something interesting. But…are you okay?”

Crowley ran his hand over his face. “Fuck. Work. I don’t think I can make it in today.”

“Beez is going to be pissed if you don’t.”

Crowley cursed again. “I know! But I’m in the middle of a family emergency.” He couldn’t quite keep the hysteria out of his voice.

“Is Warlock okay?” Newt asked quickly, concern obvious.

“I don’t know! Apparently I haven’t seen him in a month! I don’t know where Warlock is!”

“What are you talking about? You brought him to the office yesterday.”

Crowley didn’t know whether the noise he made was a laugh or a sob. “No, apparently I brought Adam to the office yesterday.”

“Who the hell is Adam?”

“My other son! They must have switched places. They are both going to be grounded until they’re 18 for this.”

“You have another son?”

“Yes! Warlock and Adam are twins! I had custody of Warlock and their father of Adam! Keep up, Newt!”

“Ah, right. Because I should know what’s going on here. You have two sons? Since when?”

“Eleven years ago when I gave birth to them!”

“I’ll make your excuses to Beez. But things are crazy here; we just got another box of documents and, well, you’ll want to see this.”

“Right. Yes. I know. Fucking hell. God damn it. Those boys will be the death of me. I just… Give me a few hours. I can’t think right now. It’s Adam. And I need to talk to Warlock, make sure he’s all right. Fuck.”

“Good luck. And tell Adam I’m looking forward to meeting him properly.”

Crowley didn’t even know what to say to that and just hung up. Right. Time to face his son. His other son.

#ask! #tag game #writing #my writing #parent trap gomens AU #Crowley #Adam Young

[electricbluebutterflies]

Hi! I really love your works, particular Joel and Tess. The post you just shared with different ways to say I love you is so them too, would you consider writing one of them for them? I was thinking the sit next to me or the If you do it I do it ones but it is up to you of course!

"Sit next to me" is a good prompt. Early-era, PG-ish, also on ao3.

As a general rule, Tess doesn’t flirt. That requires effort and a confidence level Tess normally doesn’t have, even after a few drinks, and-

It doesn’t count if it’s someone she knows, or at least has already let touch her. The rules are different. Maybe all of this is different.

She hadn’t expected to see him again, after – Boston is still big enough for someone to not want to be found, even the sort of person who spends any time in the sorts of places Tess does, and she’s never been the second-date type let alone the girlfriend. But she’s never let a good opportunity go to waste, and that man is still so pretty and right there and apparently hasn’t socialized himself too much in the couple weeks since he pinned her to a wall and-

“Hey! Over here!”

The yelling is objectively unnecessary, the enthusiasm questionable, and Tess does not have a plan beyond possibly trying for a repeat of their past encounter. She’s always been reckless like that, detached mind and body, impulsive unthinking lucky-she’s-never-caught-anything and-

“You need somethin’?” he asks, more confused than unimpressed and god that voice does something to her, looking at her like he knows he knows her from somewhere but he’s had to learn too many new faces too fast to keep ‘em all straight and-

“Sit next to me,” she says. Might as well be direct.

“Not an answer.”

“You do know who I am, yeah?” Unfortunately not the first time she’s had to use that phrase this week, and still just sounds wrong, but at least this time isn’t you-do-know-I-have-way-more-underworld-connections-than-you’d-think-from-looking-at-me, at least this time is-

“Tess, right?”

Is it bad that she’s genuinely shocked he remembers her name? That’s how far her standards have sunk, she processes, how little she expects from former flings, how little-

Former, she thinks, may not be the right word here. Not if she has anything to say about it.

“That gets you a drink,” she replies. “You remember my first name and you’re making eye contact. That’s…”

“The bar is that low?”

“The bar is six feet under and most men still trip,” Tess laughs, trying to be cool, trying to keep the bitterness and the self-criticism buried where they won’t ruin her evening. “And here you are…”

“You’re a hard woman to find.”

“You went looking?”

“Kept an ear out. Figured…”

“You don’t wanna go where I do. You really don’t.”

“See, that just makes you more interesting.”

She’s gotten that compliment before, in a way that didn’t usually sound like one – interesting, she’s learned, is usually a polite way of saying batshit crazy. Not that she’s earned that, she’s done a few desperate things in self-defense but that don’t count, and-

“You really are the most desperate thing,” she murmurs. “Out of any living thing you could latch onto, you pick me.”

He has the sense not to directly respond to that, but his free hand reaches for hers and she lets it happen, allows the small initiation of what might become everything she wants. Whatever she did to provoke this imprinting, she’s in no mood to fuck it up.

“There’s something about you,” he says at some point later, towards the end of the evening, towards the part where she’ll take him home again. “Something…”

“Terrifying? Confusing?”

“Compelling. That enough of a word for you?”

She answers with a heartbeat of a kiss, much as she’ll ever do in public without ulterior motives. There are lines, even for her, even-

“And I thought I was bad at this shit,” she laughs.

“Don’t think so. I’m still here.”

#ebf writes fic #joel x tess #queue

[echotrinityme]

Choose Me, Henry Chapter 14:An Old Flame Returns

Galeforce was yelling at Charles and Rupert for fighting. While he was yelling at them, they both stood in front of him like they were little kids being scolded for doing something bad. They were still cover in cuts, bruises, and blood. Their clothes were also cover with dirt from their fight, they were not happy.

"I can't believe the two of you." Galeforce said in fury. "I am so sick and tired of hearing about fights."

Charles rubbed his arm awkwardly as Rupert crossed his arms, "However, I am surprise it's between you two instead of Charles and Henry." Galeforce pointed out.

Rupert bristle as Charles laughed sheepishly, "So what happened?" Galeforce asked curiously.

Rupert and Charles didn't respond to him, they were either too scared or they didn't want him to know what's going on. Just then, Henry came into the tent holding a couple of files. He blatantly ignore Rupert and Charles, but what he didn't ignore is their current state. "Sorry to interrupt, sir." he said, using sign language. "But, I have some information regarding the Toppat Clan."

The General nodded, "Thank you Henry." he replied politely. "Put them on my desk."

Henry did as he was told and he put the files on the General's desk. Rupert and Charles got a quick look at Henry, and they saw he didn't look...like himself. His hair was messy just like Rupert's, his eyes were shadowed, his eyes were red as if he was crying, and his eyes were dull.

Henry left without so much a word, Galeforce then turn to Rupert and Charles again. "Now were we?" he continued.

Rupert and Charles didn't respond again, Galeforce sigh heavily. "We could do this all day, boys." he said as he sat down on his chair.

Rupert and Charles squirm nervously. Looks like this was going to be a long day.

After Henry left the General's office, he went back to his tent. While he walking, his head was hung down so no one can see his eyes. After what happened with Rupert, he just wanted to die. He knows that sounds terrible, but it's the truth. He got his heart broken by Rupert of all people! He thought he wouldn't have to deal with that working with the Government but alas, life isn't fair.

Of course, he wouldn't gotten his heart broken if he hadn't gotten close to Rupert. He started to tremble as he felt water began to collect at the bottom of his lid, he started to took short intake of breaths, and a tear was falling down his cheek. He then started full blown crying.

This always happens every time he let someone gets close to him or he gets closer to someone. He gets hurt and he ends up all alone. Even when he was a kid, he didn't let anyone get close to him because of the fear of being abandoned. It doesn't help his birth parents abandoned him as a baby and had him live in an orphanage until he was adopted by two former Toppat Leaders.

How come every time he get close to someone, he gets hurt?

Henry went inside his tent and lay on his bed. He buried his face into his pillow as he continue sobbing. His fears and truths were confirmed by Rupert himself. When Rupert first came to him looking to apologize, he thought it was some sort of sick trick. After a while of spending time with him, Henry had let his guard down. Unfortunately, letting Rupert in has broken his heart.

Henry cried himself to sleep as his tears continue to fall.

The Bukowski twins were talking among themselves, why you may ask? It's not because they were planning pranks, they wanted to help Rupert and Henry. After what they saw what happened with Charles and Rupert, they wanted to help, but how?

"Earlier was...eventful." Calvin said slowly as he sat down on his bed.

"It was." Konrad replied thoughtfully.

"Now we know something about Rupert and Charles." Calvin commented.

Konrad nodded as they thought back to conversation Charles and Rupert had earlier. Then Calvin had an idea, he look at Konrad in shock. "So Rupert has feelings for Henry?" Calvin asked incredulously.

"Yes." Konrad replied.

"Wow...that's just... Wow." Calvin said, trying to process the fact Rupert has feelings for Henry. "I'm surprise at the fact Rupert has a crush on Henry."

"To be honest, I'm not surprise." Konrad replied truthfully as he lay down on his bed and crossed his legs.

Calvin stared at his brother in confusion, "Really? Why? You and I both know Rupert and Henry hated each other."

Konrad glanced at his brother and then shrugged, "Because after a while, Rupert and Henry were always together. Before Rupert would always hang out with Dave or by himself." he explained. "I mean I actually heard them flirting with each other one time!"

"Really? Are you sure?" Calvin asked as narrowed his eyes.

Konrad nodded as he look through his phone, he was scrolling through social media when he stumble upon a video and he saw a thumbnail with a familiar black spiky boy. Konrad click on the video and gasped in shock. He brought the phone over to Calvin to show him the video, he and Calvin watched how someone was making fun of the Government, and Rupert defended himself and the other soldiers. Then they got to the part where Rupert was asked if Henry was his date.

Calvin and Konrad watch anxiously as everyone heckle Rupert and Henry. They also saw Charles and Dave in the crowd. Then they saw the announcer on the phone asking Rupert what's his relationship with Henry, the twins groan in sadness as Rupert didn't defend Henry. The video stopped and the twins stared at each other.

"Wow." Calvin said. "No wonder Rupert wanted to kill Charles."

"Yeah, but Rupert screwed up and so did Charles." Konrad added.

Calvin nodded as he sat back down on his bed, Konrad lay down on his bed while still looking through his phone. They wanted to help Rupert, but how?

At nighttime, Henry was drinking water when he heard a sound coming from outside his tent. He stood up and he cautiously went out of his tent. He took out his flashlight on his phone and look around, he didn't find anything suspicious. He shook his head as he put his phone, he was about to go back inside when he heard some bushes rustling. He now knows there's something outside, he went to go look for the source. He went to the clearing and tried to see in the dark, but couldn't.

Henry was getting a little bit scared. He was about to head back when he was grab from behind, he was about to scream, but a hand stopped him. He was dragged deeper into the clearing, he tried to fight off his kidnapper, but again he couldn't. He was about to kick the kidnapper when he heard a familiar voice.

"Shhhh. Henry, it's me." said the voice. "It's Burt."

Henry's eyes widen when he heard Burt's voice, his eyes was beginning to fill with tears as Burt let him go. He turn around to see Burt standing in front of him holding his arms out, Henry jumped into his arms as he was now sobbing tears of joy. Burt hugged Henry as he kissed him, Henry kissed him back.

The two lovers were finally reunited, but for how long?

A/N: Yay! Burt is here.

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Controversial Opinion: Info dump isn't always bad and...

Info dump isn't always bad and there is a huge difference between description, detail, rumination, and info dump. Wait until I say that telling isn't always bad...

Haha. More story theory hopefully with a global perspective.

Definitions

Info dump is a lot of information supplied all at once usually in a long paragraph.

Description is usually a paragraph using adjectives and adverbs to represent a person, object or place. And for writers without an action involved. (Better with opinions and emotions and/or tone attached).

Detail is usually an insert into a sentence to represent an aspect of a person, object or place within a set of actions.

Rumination is usually a reflection that not necessarily has actions, but the thoughts of the character. This may slow down the current action, but should be loosely anchored to time and space.

Info Dumping

People say Info dumping is ALWAYS evil. ALWAYS.

"ONCE UPON A TIME a girl named Cinderella lived with her stepmother and two stepsisters.  Cinderella had to work hard while the others slept well into the day. It was Cinderella who had to wake up each morning when it was still dark and cold to start the fire.  It was Cinderella who cooked the meals. It was Cinderella who kept the fire going. The poor girl could not stay clean, from all the ashes and cinders by the fire."

Credit:

Ummm... info dumping.

Chinese folktale Ye Xian ("Chinese Cinderella")

"Long, long time ago, there was a cave chief named Wu in south coast of China. He married two wives. Unfortunately, One of them died after giving birth to a baby girl. After growing into a young lady, the girl was extremely beautiful and had a remarkable gift for embroidery and spinning. Chief Wu liked her very much and named her Ye Xian."

Credit: https://www.slps.org/cms/lib03/MO01001157/Centricity/Domain/4081/Cinderella--Ye%20Xian--China%20ancient%20and%20modern.pdf (Warning: PDF)

Umm... info dumping.

NK Jemisin said she cackled over the fact she put in what? Info dumping (blog):

"I am not as I once was. They have done this to me, broken me open and torn out my heart. I do not know who I am anymore.

I must try to remember.

* * *

My people tell stories of the night I was born. They say my mother crossed her legs in the middle of labor and fought with all her strength not to release me into the world. I was born anyhow, of course; nature cannot be denied. Yet it does not surprise me that she tried.

* * *

My mother was an heiress of the Arameri. There was a ballfor the lesser nobility—the sort of thing that happens once a decade as a backhanded sop to their self-esteem. My father dared ask my mother to dance; she deigned to consent. I have often wondered what he said and did that night to make her fall in love with him so powerfully, for she eventually abdicated her position to be with him. It is the stuff of great tales, yes? Very romantic. In the tales, such a couple lives happily ever after. The tales do not say what happens when the most powerful family in the world is offended in the process."

But why does this work?

BTW, I find it funny that the Chinese info dumping is shorter than the European one here. Usually it's the reverse and (usually US) people get enraged at the info dump in Chinese stories.

Granted fairytales try to shorten things by info dumping.

NK Jemisin said that she wanted to evoke folktales, but also, buried in that passage is characterization.

Info dumping is good for making something that would be long, long pages of nothing shorten to sometimes one sentence. Do you want 200 pages of showing how a town grew over 20 years with a first person narrative? No. That's not the time. So you can say something good about it, but integrate that info dump with other things:

emotions

place

character

time

NK Jemisin also plays with poetic phrasing to short up the expectation.

People will notice, but it's not necessarily "evil". And one can also do characterization of object as well. (Personification)

Info dump is also useful in Mysteries where you have a Sherlock Holmes-eque character who has put together all of the missing pieces and you need to remind the reader what has transpired. (Japanese dramas love, love, BTW, making fun of this)

So far her improvement was sufficient—and in many other points she came on exceedingly well; for though she could not write sonnets, she brought herself to read them; and though there seemed no chance of her throwing a whole party into raptures by a prelude on the pianoforte, of her own composition, she could listen to other people’s performance with very little fatigue. Her greatest deficiency was in the pencil—she had no notion of drawing—not enough even to attempt a sketch of her lover’s profile, that she might be detected in the design. There she fell miserably short of the true heroic height. At present she did not know her own poverty, for she had no lover to portray. She had reached the age of seventeen, without having seen one amiable youth who could call forth her sensibility, without having inspired one real passion, and without having excited even any admiration but what was very moderate and very transient. This was strange indeed! But strange things may be generally accounted for if their cause be fairly searched out. There was not one lord in the neighbourhood; no—not even a baronet. There was not one family among their acquaintance who had reared and supported a boy accidentally found at their door—not one young man whose origin was unknown. Her father had no ward, and the squire of the parish no children.

--Jane Austen, Northanger Abbey

100% info dump, but you forgive her because it's satire of a style.

Description

You can info dump without description. You can do description without info dumping.

These aren't inherently the same thing.

Their Eyes were Watching God by Zora Neale Hurston, Chapter 1

Ships at a distance have every man’s wish on board. For some they come in with the tide. For others they sail forever on the horizon, never out of sight, never landing until the Watcher turns his eyes away in resignation, his dreams mocked to death by Time. That is the life of men. Now, women forget all those things they don’t want to remember, and remember everything they don’t want to forget. The dream is the truth. Then they act and do things accordingly. So the beginning of this was a woman and she had come back from burying the dead. Not the dead of sick and ailing with friends at the pillow and the feet. She had come back from the sodden and the bloated; the sudden dead, their eyes flung wide open in judgment.

Annotated: https://pressbooks.library.torontomu.ca/theireyeswerewatchinggod/chapter/1/

But notice the transitions, the personification and the difference between info dumping and description in this piece. Are you really getting that much information from this? Isn't it setting more the mood before the action, thus setting up the tone? The first paragraph sets up men. The second sets up women. And yet if you read the rest of the text, it's not necessarily evil the rest of the paragraph because the rest of the passage, if you're patient, rewards you by tying the theme, and later the thematic elements of the book tie together.

In setting up the tone, and setting up promises along the way to pay off later, it's mostly using description, not info dump. Info dump is far more mechanical in nature.

Even the details within the passage aren't really helping with the INFO. But helping with setting the TONE.

Details

The snow had started that morning. Hye-ja opened the window, sat on the sill, and watched the carefree flakes turn the world giddy. The neighborhood was still, the snow muffling every tiny, squirming noise. There were no calls for the baseballs that came flying into her yard several times a day, no sound of children sneaking over the wall after them. When the girl who rented the room near the front gate worked the day shift, the neighbor children took advantage of the vacant house and climbed over the wall.

Opening to The Wayfarer by Oh Cheong Hee in the collection: The Future of Silence: Fiction by Korean Women. Translated by Bruce and Ju-Chan Fulton

Tonal set up. Foreshadowing. But also a very smooth transition to the characters in the scene and also introduces thematic set up. The detail is there.

"still, the snow muffling every tiny, squirming noise"

to emphasize other things: "no sound of children sneaking over the wall after them"

This would usually also be struck down as "incorrect."

But this works to do so much.

Rumination

Of course the US filled to the brim with non-self-reflection in an imperialistic society hates, absolutely hates paragraphs of self-reflection and rumination.

But this is not info dump.

This is also called introverts exist, !@#$. The industry should allow introverts to exist and ambiverts too. The best way to do this is long paragraphs of rumination, tied to time and place.

Seeing the water birds on the lake increase in number day by day, I thought to myself how nice it would be if it snowed before we got back to the Palace--the garden would look so beautiful; and then, two days later, while I was away on a short visit, lo and behold, it did snow. As I watched the rather drab scene at home, I felt both depressed and confused. For some years now, I had existed from day to day in a listless fashion, taking note of the flowers, the birds in song, the way the skies change from season to season, the moon, the frost and snow, doing little more than registering the passage of time. How would it all turn out? The thought of my continuing loneliness was unbearable, and yet I had managed to exchange sympathetic letters with those of like mind--some contact via fairly tenuous connections--who would discuss my trifling tales and other matters with me; but I was merely amusing myself with fiction, finding solace for my idleness in foolish words.

The Diaries of Lady Murasaki by Lady Murasaki

What I'm saying, up front, is !@#$ Stop marking rumination as info dump and not all rumination is evil because you need dialogue every few paragraphs in order to cope with a text block. Rumination is not evil. It gives the inner working of the person, gives them time to reflect on their actions and make better ones.

Also, it's crucial to things like mystery novels.

Again, introverts are not evil. And I know a bunch of introverts out there marking up passages like this as "not good" but think really hard on it, self-reflect. Do introverts really, really do externalization of all of their thoughts to another person like they are on a movie screen? No. !@#$ Jane Austen's Northanger Abbey.

Internal v. external thoughts. Let rumination live.

Also, sometimes characters don't ruminate because they are externally motivated. Sometimes they don't know their inner world. These are called by US publishers, "Bad narrators". But I don't think this holds true either.

This clearly isn't info dump at all. Is any new information added to Murasaki's passage? No. Does it add that much detail? No. Does it describe much no. Does it tell the inner workings of this person? Yes. Her point isn't about the passage of time, but the loneliness and isolation she feels by the coming snow. It emphasizes what? tone, a mood and a thematic feeling that pays off later.

I should note here, I kinda wish that US publishers would allow this more. UK isn't as bad, but seriously. Let tone and thematic set ups live.

Conclusion

You know what I'm going to say here. There is no such thing as an evil writing tool. Only a tool that was applied badly for the story aims. The job of us as readers, critiquers and writers is to recognize them and apply them well. 'cause yaddayadda, reading comprehension and media literacy.

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