#you guys should know who jocelyn is as a person

[darkeralmond]

hi!! for the ethan edwards smut maybe where she is a hughes sister and is secretly dating ethan and maybe some times where they sneak away and have sex and no one knows?

THANK U SM FOR THE REQUEST ILY! TY ALL FOR 100!! 🥳🥳

MY DIRTY LITTLE SECRET

Ethan Edwards x Hughes! Reader

synopsis: ethan and y/n hughes have been dating in secret. when you get left alone during a party, ethan swoops by and sneaks off with you to his room.

warnings: 18+, smut, p in v, making out, female anatomy

word count: 1.1k

a/n: THIS IS OUR 100 FOLLOWER CELLY!! thank u so much to the person who requested this! i am taking a break from TSITP, expect more posts abt it during july tho!! there’s another part to the 100 follower celebration that will be announced hopefully on saturday. THANK U ALL SO MUCH!!!

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You spotted Ethan from across the room while he talked Mark and his girlfriend. He felt your eyes on him which caused him to look over to meet your gaze. The two of you smiled at each other softly when you locked eyes.

His smile caused butterflies to swarm your stomach. He was so perfect. He’s yours, and you were his.

“Hello?” Luke waved his hand in front of your face. You looked back at Luke and furrowed your eyebrows. “Earth to Y/N? What should I do?”

You hadn’t realized you zoned out for the entirety of your brother’s conversation. You asked, “Could you explain that again but slower this time?”

He sighed as he pinched the bridge of his nose. “Jocelyn. We’re talking about Jocelyn. What should I do?”

Jocelyn was a family friend of yours growing up. Luke always had a huge crush on her and now he was ready to confess to her. You frowned, “Luke. You just need to be straight forward. Go find her and tell her how you feel.”

He nodded his head, “I’ll try, I guess.”

You smiled softly as you watched Luke walk off. You felt someone place their hand on your shoulder. You spin your head around just to see that Ethan was standing behind you. “Jesus…” you gasped. “Baby, you scared the shit out of me.”

He frowned, “Sorry. I was waiting til Luke walked away. I was just wondering if you wanted to head upstairs.”

The two of you weren’t allowed to be seen together, which is why you guys always snuck off to his room. You nodded your head, “Yeah.” He grabbed your hand and led you through the crowd and up the stairs to his bedroom.

You entered his bedroom and sat down on his bed. Ethan shut the door behind him and locked it. You knew exactly what that meant. He went over to you and tilted your chin up to look at him. You smiled before he leaned down and kissed you.

His lips were warm and soft against yours. The taste of beer lingered off his lips. You felt your heart flutter as your insides felt warm and tingly. He pulled away after a minute and stared into your eyes. His thumb ran up and down along your jaw. You blushed softly. “What was that for?” You whispered.

He chuckled, “Well, you just looked so pretty tonight. I haven’t been able to keep my eyes off you.”

You pouted, “Stop teasing me.” You leaned back as he climbed on top of you. He locked his lips with yours again, the kiss becoming more passionate and heated. He moved one of his hands under your shirt, rubbing circles on your breasts. You moaned slightly. You were so sensitive to his touch.

Ethan broke away and rested his forehead against yours. You let go of him as he stood back up. You watched as he stripped his shirt off, you followed after him by taking yours off. He laid back on top of you again and went straight to kissing your neck. “No hickeys,” you said to him.

The last thing you needed was for people to find out about you and Ethan, especially Luke. He’s very protective over you since you’re his baby sister. He didn’t want you getting hurt, especially by his best friend. You did your best to stay away from him, but Ethan’s too irresistible. That’s why you two were secretly dating. It would also stop your brother from worrying about you. If you got hickeys, then you and Ethan’s secret would've been revealed.

Ethan placed soft kisses on your neck, causing you to moan quietly.  He moved his mouth down to your collarbone and bit it lightly. Your breath caught in your throat.

“Does that feel good?” He murmured into your skin before sucking it gently. You whimpered at the new sensation before nodding your head.

Ethan continued to kiss all over your body and it became harder for you to breathe. “Just fuck me already,” you whined. As much as you enjoyed making out with Ethan, you wanted this to go faster.

He moved back from you and unbuckled his belt. You scooted back to the headboard and took your shorts and panties off. He climbed back on top of you and aligned himself with your entrance.

He slid inside of you causing a loud gasp to escape your throat. You were already wet due to his teasing which made the insertion easier for both of you.

Once both of you adjusted to the position, Ethan slowly thrust himself into you. You gasped at the initial pain, but soon adjusted. You gripped onto the sheets tightly as Ethan hit your clit multiple times, making you scream underneath him.

You tried to control the loud sounds of pleasure escaping your chest but Ethan kept going until there were no more sounds coming from you.

Your breathing was ragged, and tears pricked your eyes. “God, you feel so good,” Ethan groaned as he looked down at you. He fastened the pace of his thrusting, a loud moan escaped out of you.

“Fuck, Ethan!” His name fell from your lips repeatedly. “I’m almost there! Please!” You begged through gritted teeth. Ethan smirked before picking up the pace. Your fingernails dug into his back as he pounded into you as his pace picked up. He hit every sensitive spot on your body.

Soon you felt yourself reach the peak of your orgasm and release everything you held in. He followed shortly after. You both collapsed next to each other in exhaustion. You stared up at the ceiling. “When are we going to tell Luke about us?” Ethan asked.

You looked over at him and frowned. “I don’t know. I just don’t know how he would react.” You didn’t know if he should ever find out.

Ethan hummed, “We’ll figure something out eventually. Besides, we have the rest of our lives together.”

You snorted, “That’s optimistic. You really think we’d get married someday?”

He nodded, “Yeah, definitely.” His smile grew wider and you rolled your eyes, letting out a soft giggle. You placed a brief kiss on his cheek before getting out of bed.

You put your stuff back on and looked back at Ethan. “I’m gonna get another drink. You want anything?”

He shook his head, “Nah. Just come back quick, I wanna go again.”

#ethan edwards smut #ethan edwards #ethan edwards x reader #ethan edwards imagine #ethan edwards x y/n #umich hockey

[atopvisenyashill]

What if Jaehaerys died instead of Aemon?

So if Jaehaerys decided “i’ll take care of those pirates on Vermithor” and then took an arrow to the face, Aemon becomes King no problem, no muss, no fuss. There’s like. A lot of moving parts here and unknowns so I’m kinda breaking this up a bit-

Whomst Is All Here

So Jaehaerys dies in 92 AC. Aemon is King. Rhaenys is his heir presumptive, Laena HER heir presumptive. Baelon is alive for about nine more years, Alysanne for eight, though her memory is starting to go and she’s going to stop riding Silverwing within a few years. Gael is still alive. Viserys & Aemma haven’t married yet, nor have Daemon & Rhea. Laenor is two years from being born, Rhaenyra is….three I think idr exactly ajsj. I think Alysanne and Baelon are both gonna die at roughly the same time, given Aly is old & frail and Baelon had appendicitis, but imo, Aemma, Gael, Jocelyn, & Aemon are really up in the air here.

Succession Issues

What does Aemon do for succession? Well, considering Rhaenys’ argument is “you would rob my son of his birthright” I think it’s very likely that Aemon names Laenor Crown Prince/Prince of Dragonstone the moment he’s born, or soon after. Im……a bit unsure on the interim, because Laenor is born in 94, two years after Jaehaerys dies. Not a long time but long enough that people are probably going “well……what happens when you die tho.” Aemon is said to be a man who was quiet and dedicated to law and justice (whatever his definition that means, lmao), so I think he goes for the Aegon I approach after Rhaena is born but before Aegon the Uncrowned is born and goes “*cough cough* anyway look at how cute my granddaughter Laena is, you know she can ALREADY hold her head up, so strong, she’ll be a dragon rider for sure.”

It’s not that he’s actively trying to spurn Baelon & Viserys, it’s that Rhaenys can only have kids so fast, and they are nowhere near the point where she needs to feel rushed yet. She’s like 17, this is her first child, and it was perfectly healthy. With the shock of Jaehaerys dying in such a stupid way (he’s supposed to be like, The Conciliator, The Old Guy, and he goes out in an accident during a minor skirmish when he’d historically been very adept at squashing minor skirmishes), so that approach probably works until Laenor is born.

After that, Laenor is named Crown Prince and given all the education, privilege, and trappings that go with that title. If Aemon outlives Baelon but not by long, I………do think maybe the exact titles are a little messy? Because Alyssa was a queen Already when she’s Queen Regent, same for Cersei later on, but Rhaenys is never a Queen, Jocelyn is. So would Jocelyn maybe want the title Queen Regent? Or would she name Rhaenys…..Princess Regent? Out of respect for the fact that Laenor is Rhaenys’ son and she should have a say in his life? They could just name Lord Corlys Regent and Hand Of The King tbf, but we know nothing about Jocelyn’s personality, and we know Rhaenys is a proud woman, so I do wonder if there’s a lil thing going on here for a minute over who gets to Regent. That goes double if Aemon doesn’t outlive Baelon because I think Baelon would also put his hat in the ring, given it’s likely he serves as his brother’s hand. I mean, there’s not gonna be a war over who gets to be Regent, lol, but I do think there’s some power jockeying if Aemon doesn’t live too much longer, and Laenor doesn’t come of age before his grandfather dies.

Marriage Matches

With Aemon and Baelon being besties, I think it’s pretty natural to expect them to engage little Laenor and Viserys’ daughter - it just might not be Rhaenyra. the aemma marriage happens after Baelon is named Crown Prince, likely to ensure Viserys goes uncontested. With Rhaenys not yet having a daughter, I think there’s a chance Alysanne and/or Jocelyn, Rhaenys, even Aemon himself puts the kibbosh on that match until Laenor is born. THEN they’d be allowed to get married, imo, to ensure they have a Perfect Valyrian Bride option for Laenor. Laena is there, obviously, to be his sister-wife as well, BUT if Laenor doesn’t take an early interest in her (lol) I think Alysanne might push for them to have another Valyrian girl for him to get interested in. I think especially given Alysanne’s reaction to her daughters’ deaths, she might want to watch over their children and for Alysanne, that means match making, and on paper, Viserys is a nice match for Aemma. So maybe the Viserys-Aemma marriage happens, just later, so maybe Rhaenyra is born a little later, or maybe Aemma lives longer because her “purpose” isn’t to have a son, but a daughter, and she does this quickly. 

ANOTHER marriage to take into consideration outside of Laenor is Laena herself. See, if Laenor is Crown Prince, he can’t be Lord or Driftmark. Does Corlys want to wait for Laenor to have more than one son, so he can name his grandchild his heir, risking that Laenor never has more than one son? Is he happy with Laena as eventual Lady of Driftmark? (seems….doubtful given his actions re: passing over Baela AND Rhaena for Addam and Alyn) Do he and Rhaenys try for a third child, and hope it’s a son? Lot of factors here, but if he is waiting for Laenor to have a second son, Laena is heir presumptive literally until adulthood. I think Corlys may be a bit more careful with engaging her to random sea lords willy nilly, if he’s risking going like twenty years without a clear heir. Also, given that Corlys is Velaryon, I do think it’s more likely he wants Laenor married to a born Targaryen woman, and not to Laena, and same for Laena - I don’t think she’s marrying a younger sibling lol. But also - maybe Aemon feels some type of way about this? I mean, he married his aunt, a way of joining the two lines of Alyssa Velaryon, so I do feel he would Also be more inclined to have Laenor marry Rhaenyra, and give Corlys the room to marry Laena off to whomever he wants. If the reason Rhaenys only had two kids is because birth was hard on Rhaenys, I think Aemon might step in to be like “Hey I didn’t force Jocelyn, I waited around for a grandson, so you better not be forcing my daughter, you can wait for Laena’s grandson too.” Like i THINK. And I’m not sure Corlys is the sort of man who would force a pregnancy on Rhaenys either, if only for pragmatism sake (but also, it just doesn’t seem his style). Anyways, as usual, Driftmark succession is messy.

Daemon is still likely bound for the Vale, considering the reason for that match was likely “give Daemon a seat he can fuck off to so he’s not a problem in the capital” and they already have Viserys as the extra dude at king’s landing, they don’t need ANOTHER of these guys hanging around wanting a dragon. and i DO wonder if he’s MORE miserable here - we don’t get a sense of his relationships with Rhaenys, Aemon, Baelon, or Alysanne but I can’t imagine they are any more sympathetic to his hatred of his marriage than Viserys was PLUS Aemon is still alive and therefor still riding Caraxes, so I think it’s not unlikely Daemon hasn’t claimed a dragon because there’s just not one to claim.

Gael, imo, wouldn’t be married off until after Alysanne dies, since Alysanne did not seem like she was in a hurry to do it. I can’t see Rhaenys pushing the point, and I do wonder if Aemon just puts it off bc like, it wasn’t an issue he wanted to push on Alysanne, and after that it’s just instinctual to go “yeah that’s Gael she’s always in the corner talking dragons with Laena, sisters, what can ya do” until there’s like, a good political reason to marry her off. My reasoning here btw is a) he seems to be a bit hands off when it comes to Jocelyn and Rhaenys and b) i think gael being Laena, Laenor, & Rhaenyra’s weird maiden aunt to be really funny, personally.

DRAGONS

So. It’s the year 102 AC. Aemon has been king for a decade, with a clear heir for eight years, though his mother, Alysanne, died a few years ago and his beloved brother Baelon died suddenly a year ago. He is still riding Caraxes! Living dragons that are riderless include Dreamfyre, Vhagar, Vermithor, Silverwing, potentially Seasmoke. Rhaenys has Meleys, Balerion just died. Kind of a dearth of dragon riders right now.

Again, this means either Daemon had to claim a different one - but WHICH ONE, I mean, Balerion, assuming Viserys still claims him just cuz, like, why would you give a dying dragon to your crown prince, but if the man who will eventually be the father of your grandson’s wife wants him, that might be a cool thing to brag about? and I do NAWT thing Aemon is letting Daemon get near Vhagar & I can’t see Daemon and Dreamfyre liking each other lmao - or Daemon still doesn’t have a dragon. Caraxes/Daemon aside, if you’re king, how do you plan this all out? I imagine Jaehaerys OR Alysanne had some sort of discussion with Aemon about controlling who gets to claim dragons?

Anyways, Laenor, growing up crown prince, is likely given a dragon egg in the cradle. There’s not a lot of young dragons to claim, I think Aemon would feel safe hatching another one for his heir. I don’t think it’s likely Rhaenyra has Syrax though - Viserys would need to ask Aemon for permission, and neither Aemon, nor Baelon nor Alyssa nor Rhaenys had cradle eggs. That said, I think he’d allow Rhaenyra to claim a dragon for her wedding to Laenor. The question is which one because as we know, Rhaenyra is a Visenya fangirl but-

ENTER LAENA VELARYON. All we know for sure from f&b is that Laena had claimed Vhagar by 105 AC and that Laenor claimed Seasmoke when they were both young. In the show - and tbc, idk if this was a thing George wanted in there, or just something they threw in - that Laena (and Aemond) heard Vhagar’s call and followed it to claim Vhagar, who was living wild still. So the question becomes….yeah sure it’s possible that Rhaenyra would want to claim Vhagar but does Laena hear the call and chase Vhagar anyway? Does Laenor’s cradle egg perhaps not hatch, and Laenor hears Seasmoke and claims him? IDK, it’s kinda weird but interesting.

If we’re going with what EYE think is most fun here - I like the idea that Laena hears Vhagar and claims her and I think Aemon would be delighted by his oldest grandchild being gutsy enough to seek out Vhagar. I think Aemon might hope for Rhaenyra to claim Silverwing, but tbh I keep picturing Gael, Laena, and Rhaenyra going dragon hunting after not totally jiving with Dreamfyre, and Laena nags Vhaegar and Gael nabs Silverwing mostly by accident, so Rhaenyra claims Vermithor. But that’s just like, me loving my girls aksjd. Rhaenyra could go for Dreamfyre tbh, and maybe even Syrax hatches because Aemon gives Rhaenyra permission to choose an egg. Idk. There’s a lot of ways to handle this, and I would think Aemon is very aware of how many dragons he’s letting get claimed & hatched, more so than Viserys was, because Aemon was trained to rule for far longer, and by a father who wasn’t already aging and forgetting shit.

But what is Daemon doing……..I kinda want HIM to claim Seasmoke, like, just angry and following the call of some wild dragon that’s been traveling up and down the coast of Westeros, and claiming a dragon historically claimed by two (2) gay men. Lol, lmao. And similar with Laenor/Laena in canon, Aemon can’t like, say no once Daemon has claimed him - he just needs to keep an eye on the wild dragons and people getting too near them. Which is also why I lean towards “the girls go dragon hunting with Rhaenys” because Aemon wants the dragons claimed if they don’t want to nest in the dragon pit.

WEIRD DYNAMICS

Laenor, growing up crown prince, may feel much more confident in himself, more sure of his role at court. Rhaenyra still grows up at court, but potentially with the influence of her mother, Aemma, and her cousin and future good mother Rhaenys as mentors, AND Gael - even discounting my theory there, Alysanne hasn’t been traveling back and forth between Dragonstone and the capital so Gael is slightly more active and at court. Personally, I like the idea of her and Laena both sneaking off one night, tired of waiting for Laena’s marriage where she can claim a dragon, and just claiming Vhagar and Silverwing for funsies.

I do think on the whole, the Laenor and Rhaenyra probably have both a better dynamic, and a healthier outlook on life because there’s not such a hubbub about the succession, their private lives, or their own status. It’s also possible that Daemon & Rhaenyra have been so cut off from each other for so long, Rhaenyra never develops a real attachment to him, and with some better mentors around her and like, someone who actually cares about her well-being around, Rhaenyra has a more socially acceptable outlet for her brothel escapades lmao. On the other hand, of course, it’s possible that being so secure in her position for so long makes Rhaenyra feel she can get away with being a little wild, and Aemon/Rhaenys have her and Laenor married quickly and packed off to Dragonstone to go grow up.

I do think the court is probably like, more or less pretty chill until Rhaenyra & Laenor & Laena get old enough to start like, fucking around. You would think with some stability theyd all be slightly more serious the way Rhaenys is, but like, you can’t be truly sure lol. And that’s not even factoring in Daemon feeling abandoned in the Vale.

#asks #anons #again the problem is aemon is such an unknown. #canon divergent au

[saibug1022]

Two Birds On A Wire

Word Count: 1.7k

Lincoln McQuoid/Aquino & Valen Ebony (ILITW MC), background mentions of Lincoln x ILW MC and Lucas x ILITW MC

A/N: Fun fact for those who don't know, for the second half or so of ILW I was actually on the dev team, first as a senior tester and then as a junior writer. As a result I got to program some scenes into my person copy of the game, one of which is this one! I finally turned it into a proper fic and I plan to do the same with a Dan x MC scene later so stay tuned

“Which reminds me,” Lincoln said with a small smile and a sidelong glance at Val. “I actually legally changed my name just a few days ago.”

“You did?” Abel replied.

“Yeah. I took my mom’s maiden name,” Lincoln nodded. “So I’m Lincoln Aquino now. I didn’t think I could handle that name following me around after all my father did, so…”

Val’s eyes fell to the ground at the reminder. ‘My’ father. Just a few weeks ago he wouldn’t have blinked an eye. But now it came with a bit of sting. Not that it wasn’t honest. Matthias had him only to be used. He’d never considered Val a son. Never kept an eye on him, probably didn’t even know his name. Only led Val’s friends to resurrect him to further his own plan. He wasn’t even the man on Val’s birth certificate. But that was why it stung. Technically it should be ‘our’ dad. But it never really was.

But if he was honest with himself, the lack of the word ‘our’ hurt less in relation to their father and more in relation to Lincoln. Val was no stranger to absent parents, so that wasn’t anything new. Siblings? Val was still wrapping his head around that. Lincoln was his brother. And neither of them had said a single thing about it, at least not to each other. They just kept dancing around each other and honestly? Val was perfectly happy with that.

If they never had a conversation Lincoln wouldn’t say the things Val was sure he was thinking. Val wasn’t just his half-brother, Matthias had him via an affair with Val’s mother (which they had a very spirited conversation about that involved some screaming, some crying, and threats of divorce). Val was a reminder of what a horrible person his, their, father was, and especially the horrible things he’d done to the mother Lincoln adored. Lincoln was a great guy. Val didn’t think Lincoln would blame him, even if Val would get it if he did. But he imagined it must be hard to look at him.

No matter Val’s own feelings, Lincoln seemed to be shedding his past, and Val couldn’t help the pride that overtook that little sting. It honestly sounded like a great idea. Not that Val really had anything to change his last name to. For just a moment he caught the eye of a certain ex-class president across the yard and couldn’t help a small smile. Maybe he would one day.

But for now, Val looked over at Lincoln with that same smile. 

“I think Lincoln Aquino is a great name,” He said.

“I agree,” Abel said. “You don’t need to carry something around that reminds you of him, especially not after what he did."

Lincoln’s smile turned sheepish as he looked at the ground. “Thanks.”

Abel paused abruptly, craning his neck and looking around. He must have found whatever he was looking for because a smirk appeared on his face for a split second before he hid it, clearing his throat and standing.

“I think Amalia is calling me over,” Abel told them. 

“What?” Lincoln glanced over at Amalia who was mid-conversation with Castor and Jocelyn. “No she’s not.”

“You two have fun!” Abel grinned. Oh that little shit. Val and Lincoln must have figured out what Abel was doing at the same time as they both spoke up.

“Wait-” Val objected as Lincoln simultaneously protested “Abel-!”

But Abel completely ignored their pleas and wandered off to Amalia, Jocelyn, and Castor, leaving Val and Lincoln alone at the fire. 

They sit there in an awkward silence, Val just messing with his necklace praying Abel would come back and give him an excuse to leave. He couldn’t just get up when it was just Lincoln, it would make it so obvious he was avoiding him. He switched to lightly biting the ring pendant on the necklace as he thought. He had to say something, right? Unless Lincoln was avoiding him too in which case maybe he should stay quiet for both of their sakes? Well unfortunately this silence was eating him alive

“So uh,” Val cleared his throat. “How’re you and Julian?”

Val knew the answer. He’d talked to Julian not even ten minutes ago.

“Good,” Lincoln replied. “We’re good.”

“Great.”

More silence. 

Eventually Val sighed. Obviously avoiding each other was getting nowhere and he had a sneaking feeling Abel not returning was on purpose.

“He’s probably right,” Val pointed out. “We should talk about this at some point.”

“Yeah, I know,” Lincoln admitted. “But what do you even say about this kind of thing?”

Val snickered. “What, you’ve got a secret bastard brother three days before your father dies trying to kill you both?”

“Don’t call yourself a bastard,” Lincoln snapped. Val’s eyebrows raised in a mix of shock and confusion.

“Why not?” Val wondered. “I mean, I am. Matthias obviously had me while he was still married to your mom. It was an affair, plain and simple. I, I wouldn’t blame you if you hated me for it.”

“Why would I hate you?” Lincoln questioned, genuine confusion on his face. 

“Because I’m living proof of your dad being a cheating asshole?”

“No.”

Lincoln turned in his chair to fully face Val and Val turned to meet him, the awkward tension of his shoulders turning to anxiety as he waited for whatever Lincoln wanted to say. Lincoln met his eyes and Val found he actually wanted to meet them. Whatever Lincoln said he wanted to truly absorb it.

“Look, I don’t really know what I’m doing here,” Lincoln confessed. “I have no idea how to be a brother. I screwed up the closest thing I had to it, bad. But I don’t think you’re a bastard.”

Lincoln’s face shifted from solemnity to rage. “If anyone’s a bastard it’s him. He had you just to use and then throw away when it suited him. It;s messed up and wrong and…and you deserve better.”

For a moment, Val didn’t know what he wanted to say. Even if he did he had a feeling the words would get caught on the emotions clogging his throat. This hadn’t been how he’d expected this conversation to go. He wasn’t sure what he’d been expecting exactly but he’d considered anything from indifference to disgust to full on hate. But what Lincoln was looking at him with felt more so like affection. Protectiveness. 

Lincoln leaned over and after a moment of consideration put his hand on Val’s knee and Val froze. Something felt fragile about this. Rather than two adults navigating a complicated a difficult family secret they felt like two hurt boys who more than anything were scared. Scared of their dad, scared of the monsters in the woods, and scared of the big feelings too complicated to understand. One wrong move could send one or both of them running but there was a gravity pulling them together and blocking out the rest of the world.

“This whole thing is messed up and weird,” Lincoln said.

“Us being messed up and weird too doesn’t really help,” Val commented.

“Not really,” Lincoln agreed. “I want to be part of your life, and I want you to be part of mine. We may not have grown up together but he took everything else from us, I don’t want him to take our chance to be brothers too. But only if you want that too.” 

Val was grinning so wide his face hurt, his vision blurred from slight tears. Val had never had a sibling, hell he’d never had family that wanted him. Connor was the closest thing he’d had. But here was Lincoln telling him that even with everything that had happened and their origins he still wanted to try to be Val’s brother. 

“I’d like that,” Val said. “I’d really like that.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Good,” Lincoln grinned too. 

“You being in Vegas might make it a pain though,” Val remembered. “Give me your phone.”

Lincoln unlocked his phone before handing it over. Val opened the contacts and entered in his name and his new phone number. Connor had helped him get a new phone finally, one that didn’t die fucking constantly. You handed Lincoln his phone back.

“There,” Val said. “And you better actually text me. I know technology isn’t your strong suit.”

“You talk to the twins too much,” Lincoln sighed.

“I’m gonna be talking to them way more now.”

“We’ve been brothers for five minutes and you’re teasing me.”

“I have twenty-two years of it to catch up on!”

“You have a point,” Lincoln hummed in consideration and glanced toward the cabin with a mischievous glint in his eyes. “You’ve known your friends since you were little, right?”

“Oh no, no no no no,” Val shook his head. “This is backfiring fast.”

Lincoln barked out a laugh and Val joined him. The sound broke the fragility around them and Lincoln sat up, his hand falling off Val’s knee. But neither of them ran. Now the silence was comfortable and easy.

“You know,” Lincoln spoke up. “I don’t go back to Vegas until tomorrow afternoon.”

“Are you asking to hang out with me?” Val grinned.

“Maybe I am,” Lincoln smiled too.

“We’re definitely hanging out now,” Val declared. “I know where we’re going too. If you really want to learn about me as a kid we’re going to Pizza Mega.”

“That sounds like a place middle-schoolers hang out.”

“That’s because it is.”

The two of them conversed a bit about their schedules and picked a time, including some logistics before Val spotted Abel on his way back over so he stood up but Lincoln stopped him before he could walk away.

“I’ll see you around, buddy, okay?” Lincoln said and Val’s heart soared at the casual nickname.

“You’re damn right,” Val agreed.

With one more wave to both Lincoln and Abel. Val returned to the rest of the memorial.

#val ebony #playchoices #choices #it lives in the woods #ilitw #it lives within #ilw #it lives anthology #lincoln mcquoid #lincoln aquino

[hummingbird-of-light]

Against All Odds

Part 689

McCoy

“All I did was apply for a job shadow!” McCoy said back to Christine.

The look she had given him as he and Scotty entered the lounge had been enough for him to almost turn around and leave. Knowing it was all an act was what had kept him moving forward.

“I thought we were friends Leonard!”

McCoy had to keep reminding himself it wasn’t real. Christine was too good.

“Hey, Chris, why don’t we talk this out?” Jim asked, taking a step over.

McCoy had to keep from breaking character as Jim stumbled back from the intensity of the look Christine threw at him.

Jim put his hands up, palms facing Christine. “Ok, nevermind,” he mumbled.

“We are friends,” McCoy said to Christine.

“Oh!” she cried loudly. “If you really were my friend you would have known!”

Everyone in the lounge had stopped to watch now.

“How? You never mentioned it?” McCoy let some heat into his own voice.

“Everything! Everything I’ve ever done for you! And you don’t even know enough about me to not ruin my dreams?!?”

“I didn’t know they’d pick me!” McCoy got louder.

Christine stepped forward and jabbed her finger into his chest.

“Don’t try and play dumb! You knew the second you applied that of course they’d pick you! You get picked for everything! Who could possibly not choose the prince!?”

“Hey! I don’t get things because of who I am!”

Christine laughed humorlessly in his face.

“You’re either the stupidest person I know, or the biggest egomaniac! Of course you get everything you want! You look at it, bam!, it’s yours!”

“That’s not—”

“And now you looked at what I wanted! What I’ve dreamed about every year at this school and took it away from me! What kind of friend does that?!”

McCoy shivered at the sudden intense look Christine gave him.

“I thought I knew you better.” Christine turned her gaze to Scotty. “I thought you would at least warn him or stop him.”

“I—” Scotty’s eyes widened.

“Hey!”

“After everything! Everything! That I did for you two!” Christine’s voice had cracked and she looked near tears.

“Leave him out of this,” McCoy said coldly.

“You’ve got him so wrapped up he does anything you want!”

McCoy tried to protest, but Christine plowed on.

“But you won’t get me! I’m done! You ruined my dreams and I’m not going to stand here and take your half assed apologies. You should have known! You’re a terrible friend Leonard McCoy and I’m done!”

Christine gave him another horrible look that froze him to the spot and she stormed past him, deliberately hitting his shoulder as she went by.

The lounge was silent. No one seemed to want to be the first to say anything. McCoy’s hands curled into fists at his sides. He swallowed, then turned and walked from the lounge with his shoulders back and his head high as best he could.

In their room his PADD was chirping. He collapsed onto the bed as Scotty locked the door.

“I hate this,” came muffled from where he was face first into the pillow.

“You have a call,” Scotty said quietly, sitting next to him. “It’s Chris.”

“What?”

McCoy sat up and reached for the PADD.

“I knew you guys would head to your room after that!” Christine exclaimed gleefully. Her smile was bright on the screen. “You two were amazing! Everyone has to believe that was real!”

Part 690

Scotty

Christine's performance had been quite scary to Scotty. Never before had he seen an outburst like that. But it had been great. Now everyone would think that she was really angry at Leonard and Scotty.

"Ye were amazing, lassie," he complimented her and the smile on the girl's face turned even brighter.

"I'm sure I'll be friends with Jocelyn in no time. Did you see her face? She was totally amused by us arguing."

Scotty hadn't really paid much attention to Jocelyn, but he could imagine it quite well.

"Sounds like her," Leonard grumbled next to him and when Scotty looked at his fiancé he could still see the sadness in his eyes.

Leonard didn't like this plan at all. But it was their only chance. They had to use it.

"Leonard, I know this is gonna be hard for you. But we'll get through it. After all, the two of you have each other."

Christine sent them a reassuring smile, but the prince only shrugged his shoulders. He didn't seem too sure.

"I just wonder whose side our friends will be on."

Of course. Scotty had asked himself the same question often enough.

"Don't worry. They won't take sides. I'm sure they'll try to get us to talk it out like Jim did, but I will resist."

"And what will they say when they see you around Jocelyn?"

Scotty smiled weakly. He knew that Leonard was worried about what others thought of Christine. After all, they had been the ones to pull her into this mess.

Howevever, Christine just waved it off.

"I can live with it. Like I said, it will work out just fine."

"Aye, ye're right, Chris. Thanks again for yer help."

They were interrupted by a knock on Christine's door. She looked up in surprise.

"Oh, maybe that's Jocelyn already? I sure hope so. Can't start soon enough. See you guys."

With that, the girl quickly ended the call and Scotty turned his head to face Leonard. The prince was still staring at the now blank screen. There were tears in his eyes.

"Hey, mo ghràdh. Christine's right. It'll be just fine."

At first, Leonard didn't answer. He just placed the PADD on the nightstand and sighed heavily, burying his face in his hands.

When the words finally left his mouth, he sounded broken and on the edge of crying.

"It hurts."

Scotty gently pulled him into a hug and ran a hand through his hair.

"I know. But-"

Leonard slowly shook his head.

"Not just the plan. But... the things Chris said."

Carefully, the Scotsman let go of his fiancé to look into his eyes.

"She's right. I get everything I want, because I'm a prince. Nothing I do is ever fair to the others around me."

"She didn't mean it, Len. She-"

"But it's true! And I hate it! I hate that everyone treats me like I'm something better when I'm not! Christine deserves the job shadow way more than me."

Scotty could hear the resignation in his love's voice and he gently placed a hand on his cheek.

"I know that society will always see ye as more important. I know that they will choose ye over others, but let me tell ye that none of us will ever think that it's yer fault. I know that ye love me more than yer life. We all know that ye will do everything in yer power to help us. We, I, never feel worth any less in yer presence. Ye don't have to play that role when ye're with me. Ye are... just the lad I fell in love with."

Leonard didn't say anything, but a few tears escaped his eyes and Scotty gently wiped them away.

"A rich and royal lad, I've gotta admit, but that disnae make ye who ye are."

Slowly, his hand slid down Leonard's face and throat until it eventually rested on his chest.

"This. This makes ye the person ye are. The person we all know and love. No matter what others think."

#star trek #montgomery scott #leonard mccoy #scones #au #against all odds

[ladyhindsight]

Two Shadowhunters are dead and a tracksuit gang is intent on taking Simon somewhere, but otherwise the plot refuses to appear. It isn’t important, even quarter into the story. These people have wedding to plan and relationship troubles to attend to, for god’s sake.

Simon is now bunking with “Kyle” and is introduced to his rather ascetic room. And oh, boy, this also isn’t the last time we get to read about “Kyle’s” hazel eyes.

The only reason I can give for the need to have that “honestly” there is because Simon has been nothing short of a sourpuss the whole book so far and his tone, without the adverb, would be snide. But let’s not pretend for a moment it couldn’t be replaced with

→ Simon replied with a relieved sigh.

→ Simon replied and gave Kyle a small smile.

Yes, very ordinary. He seems just like normal person. No Ulterior Motives detected here. He’s a normal guy.

Because this compound sentence has two subjects, both having male pronouns, “his room” is ambiguous and could be interpreted as either one of theirs. I read it like Simon went into Jordan’s room.

→ Simon went to his own room.

The feeling of tightening in one’s chest could be a physiological manifestation of emotion. It doesn’t necessarily have to do anything with breathing itself. Having to explain (i.e. justify) every emotional response Simon feels in his body and always note that he is, in fact, a vampire who despite (insert a reason) can still feel things physiologically gets tiresome and redundant quickly. It already has. 

Simon falls asleep after more lamenting on his current life. He wakes up and goes to the kitchen where Jordan is cooking.

Clare’s writing, as usual, is filled with filter words. There should be a tally on how many times someone “could see” something in this book. Anyway:

→ The gold medal at his throat had a pattern of leaves and the words Beati Bellicosi on it. “Beati” had something to do with saints...”

And I don’t know if he must be. Didn’t Jordan just yesterday show Simon his tattoos that are mantras from the Upanishads? That didn’t warrant any interpretation on Jordan’s religious leanings, so why does this?

Maia then calls Simon and asks if he was still attending the  dress fitting at Karyn’s Bridal Shop at three o’clock.

Clary’s characters is the only one making a fuss about looking like girly-girls or anything remote feminine, though later in the story she wears red stockings and a hot pink dress.

Simon then falls into narrating how on earth he ended up finding himself in this grievous predicament of dating two girls.

There wasn’t a chance because you never took one. Inexcusable.

Jordan inquires whether it was one of Simon’s girlfriends that called. Simon then explains his dating life in painfully dull detail. Jordan isn’t happy to hear about it:

Because he is just A Normal Guy. Nothing to see here, right Simon? Jordan then leaves for work and Simon skips off to the dress fitting. Clary is showing off a dress and Simon thinks it’s nice but it is not enough for Clary. Clary turns to Maia in this dire crisis:

Maia’s words are authentic because that is what is shown throughout the books. Clary, on the other hand, is wrapped up in the Not Like Other Girls narrative that outright had her acting hostile to any other girl, had her outright dissing femininity.

Clary doesn’t write in a diary about Jace, she draws and paints him. She needs to buy comic books not to feel “frilled up girly girl.” Maia wears a dress and then goes back to her jeans. She does her own thing whereas Clary’s character is all over the place with this shit.

Jocelyn and Luke arrive at the bridal shop and are disgustingly in love.

It’s Simon’s point of view, but he doesn’t need to be there to constantly remind that hey, these are his thoughts.

→ Clary had told him they were disgustingly in love. He didn’t find it disgusting, though that was probably because they weren’t his parents. They both seemed happy, and it was actually rather nice.

They then discuss how they will be wed in a mundane ceremony and how the Nephilim do not recognize unions between them and Downworlders.

But nothing in the story indicate this. Whenever Simon makes a note of the Shadowhunters’ attitude towards him, it’s always, in some way, negative. 

Maia then prepares to leave and Simon smells her.

Which begs the question, why doesn’t Simon smell Jordan?

Maia calls Simon “baby” and Clary demands Simon to make up his mind before the next Saturday.

Because it is brought to such an attention, it’s supposedly important for Clare that the readers take note and be amused with Simon. Nothing about Clary’s chosen footwear is this interesting or amusing if Clare didn’t think to point such mundane and boring thing out if she didn’t find it so. Look how Clary, despite in her girly-girl dress, wears sneakers! Isn’t she not like any other?

→ She was wearing green sneakers underneath them.

Then Jace arrives and we get this:

And I am so tired already. And the whole book is filled with this bullshit. But this is especially bullshit because it’s Simon who narrates their now troubled love. And I couldn’t care for less, but apparently Clary and Jace’s relationship is right in the front center of everyone else’s.

People discuss the current events of Shadowhunters dying. Jace takes his jacket back from Clary and is suddenly distant. Jace flings himself out of the bridal shop because nothing can be done discreetly during deep emotional turmoil. Later the others leave for dinner:

They are walking down the street. They talk about Simon staying at Jordan’s, and Simon asks Clary to maybe come over. When they arrive at the diner:

So Luke and Jocelyn just pranced in without holding a door open for them?? Not cool.

Oh, for fuck’s sake, it’s just people working out. Stop being so dramatic.

Polite parents don’t sit hours on end supporting your hobbies just to be polite so maybe, just maybe, Jocelyn actually cares? A wild idea, I know.

Simon then talks about Jordan and his pot plants that are not pot. They are first mentioned in the beginning of the chapter:

And then, Simon tells about these weird plants when they have been unmentioned since the initial introduction to Jordan’s hobbies in horticulture.

Just a pet peeve, again. Though the only time Simon could’ve checked the plants out was after Jordan left for work after the breakfast and before Simon’s appointment at the bridal shop, a mention of it would’ve been nice. Now it comes out of nowhere.

Then the only plot relevant thing we get from the diner scene are the abandoned demon babies. After the Not So Fantastic dinner, Simon walks home when the tracksuit gang ambushes him again.

→ Simon leaped back with a force that surprised him; his vampire strength was still so new.

Clearly.

Jace then swoops in, saves half of the day but not really, sees the Mark of Cain in action, throws a bible quote at Simon, and boom. We’re done. What a fucking awful and boring chapter.

#Clary Fray #Simon Lewis #Maia Roberts #Jace Herondale #Jordan Kyle #City of Fallen Angels #CoFA Chapter 5

[janiedean]

What changes from f&b did you like and didn't like in the lizards show? Personally not a big fan of how little we got of laena, but ymmv

what I didn't like (though it's nothing dealbreaking the way it was with got):

i agree on seeing more of laena - I mean I think maybe they're going a bit too fast with the timeskip because we spent five wholeass episodes going kind of slowly and then in two we had what YEARS of stuff put in including daemon and laena already having grown children and we didn't see jace/lucerys/aemond being born etc like... I could have done with another episode in the middle bridging the gap? but yeah I agree she should have been around more

listen I know that mushroom is an extremely difficult character to adapt without making it offensive or over the top and technically they don't need him because it's not framed like f&b but man I miss that mushroom isn't in the show I'd have wanted to see how they went about him

not enough tyland lannister yet not enough tyland lannister the only valid one in f&b and I'll die on that hill

for all tarth is mentioned in the book there isn't enough in the show

ngl I'm just sad they started adapting from the dance and not from the beginning because we didn't get my girl rhaena nor the legend coryanne wylde nor my actual fave (aenyysss T_T) nor jaehaerys's reign which I'll admit I wanted more because of the aemon/jocelyn and balon/alyssa stuff but T_T ah well T_T

not enough backstory abt why harrenhal is cursed

what I like:

alicent is a way better character in the show than in the book like I appreciate they actually sat read the thing and went 'okay this is written supposedly by an old white dude a century or so later and it's gonna be favorable to rhaenyra anyway so maybe we can be more in-depth about it' and like in the book she's basically the less-terrible-without-the-incest version of c. which made 100% sure I'd dislike her from the get-go, in the show she's actually a character with a psychological bg/motivations that are shown really well and while I'm nowhere near stanning the greens nor I think that post-timeskip anything she does is excusable (bc parental abuse is parental abuse anyway and I'm saying it as someone who doesn't particularly like how her children grow up either but come on) at least you see WHY she's like that and you feel sorry for her so yeah def that

show!viserys > book viserys but grrm agrees with me on that so

laenor's book-death being subverted with they actually faked it and ran away to the free cities? please I'm all for the poor guy being happy

also I liked joffrey's death at the actual wedding? though I'd have wanted to see him wear laenor's favor T_T

for the rest I think they're adapting everything fairly well/without MAJOR™ changes? I mean I like that daemon's a lot less smooth than he seemed in the book tho I still don't know if I like matt sm*ths' acting 100% of the time like the more time passes the more I can dig it but esp in the beginning I think he lacked the hefty dose of charme that kinda character needs to be oozing but really everything I have to complain wrt this show is nitpicking in comparison to what I used to with got X°DDD

#1 #2 #3 #4 #5 #janie watches the lizard show #the lizards show #house of the dragon for ts #anti-cersei lannister #anti cersei lannister #anti-cersei #anti cersei #yeah ik she's mentioned for lit one second i'mma still antitag this

[bates--boy]

Ding-Dong, the Witch is Dead! - Pretty Petty Petey

[Transcript Provided by sirdroidal]

Hello, everyone! Peter aka Petty Petey aka Attrossitty here to discuss a new book I’ve recently picked up. Before we officially start the video, I want to give content warning for discussions of CSA, grooming, emotional and physical abuse, eating disorders. Um... the whole nine yards, I guess! [laughs]

Alright, so... lately, I’ve been reading a lot of books, especially ones about childhood trauma and hardship. Books that my boyfriend and girlfriend had suggested to me to gain some perspective on... surviving, especially at a young age. Like Trevor Noah’s “Born A Crime”, which is still one of my favorites; “I Fired God” by Jocelyn Zichterman, and “A Stolen Life” by Jaycee Dugard. A couple weeks ago, Nazz bought me a copy of Jennette McCurdy’s “I’m Glad My Mom Died.” For those that don’t know, “I’m Glad My Mom Died” is an autobiography about the many forms of abuse McCurdy suffered from her mother, and the ways she tried to please her mother due to the cancer her mother suffered, even becoming a child star despite not wanting that life for herself.  

There are a lot of other elements to add to the trauma McCurdy lived with, such as poverty and hoarding and religion that was both a coping mechanism for McCurdy and a cause for her worsened OCD, but the abuse from her mother and the grooming from Nonce Schneider are the biggest themes of this book.  

One of the things about this book that piqued my interest was the backlash that the book had, and it seemed to be strictly about the book’s title, not really about the book’s content. Because, hm... You know, with people, especially in modern times, there is this taboo around celebrating people’s death, or even feeling relief that horrible people have died. I still remember coming across people saying shit like “The Brits shouldn’t have been dancing in the streets” years after Thatcher died. There are Reddit posts of people wondering if they’re the bad person for finding relief that the mother who tried to cause a rift in their marriage is gone, or the father who beat them senseless is gone and if they should feel bad for not wanting to go to the funeral or even want to “bury the hatchet” before he died. Countless, countless instances of survivors being told that they should be the bigger person and forgive what happened simply because of family or religion, spirituality, and the survivors are made to feel like they are as bad as, or even worse, than the person who hurt them for being glad that the person is dead. And it’s even worse for McCurdy, because though her mother manipulated her into getting the role that exposed her to Dan, it made her millions and a household name, so it’s like, “At least you’re rich”.

And, uh, I guess now would be a good time to tell you guys that I went through a lot of the same things that McCurdy had gone through for some context. Because I’ve had... [clears throat] I’ve had... acts... done on me against my will. I’ve been... used, in a way. I... Oh, god.... you guys get it. I was touched inappropriately, multiple times. And the one time my nanny, the abuser’s aunt, caught him in the act, and I was the one punished for it. Like... severely, and also multiple times. The one person who could have stopped this, who should have protected me at the time, who could have done anything right, and she... didn’t. [shaky laughter] Quite the opposite, in fact!

And for the longest time afterward, I... [sniff] I had no one to turn to about this. She made it so that I couldn’t turn to anyone about what happened to me, not just what happened in that bedroom, but everything else after. She wasn’t the only one, mind you, but she was the biggest reason why I found it hard to share the things that happened to me. The only person I had managed to trust with anything, besides Nazz and Sheer, was my adoptive father, and even he doesn’t know about this.  

And for all of that, I’m glad that she’s dead.  

I’m glad that the person who basically facilitated my sexual abuse and further physically and emotionally abused me is dead. I’m glad that the woman who punished me for not being straight is gone. When I heard that the boy who hurt me, her nephew, ran off to join the war, some part of me wished, prayed, that he would be killed in battle.  

I could say that I’m only relieved that my former nanny is dead and hoped that her nephew is dead so that they wouldn’t be able to hurt anyone else, but no. My reasons are completely selfish. I am glad to not be living in the same world where my nanny is still alive. In fact, the only disappointing thing about her death was the possibility that she got to die peacefully, naturally, at an old age, something that she didn’t deserve. If her nephew ends up dying, I would be absolutely fucking golden!

And that is the thing: we should be celebrating the deaths of heinous people that hurt us without regret. We should be allowing space for people to find relief in the deaths of people that caused them harm. It’s natural, it’s within our right. Because for us, it means that it’s over. It means that we’re free, and to deny us that relief and try to make us feel bad for the person’s deaths just because they happened to raise us or is our family, that’s... bonkers. Honestly, it’s bonkers! And it’s not going to help anyone, especially in what is such a nuanced situation.

Because, yes, McCurdy’s mother had died. She was obviously going to have mixed feelings about it, like grieving her loss, finding her identity beyond the one she made to please her mother, finding stability after years of focusing her OCD tics on keeping her mother alive. And telling McCurdy that she shouldn’t be glad that her mother is gone does shit to help. Something that I can also relate to because I, too, had mixed feelings about the boy who hurt me. This boy was not only the only friend that I had at the time, but he was the boy that I had a crush on. I made the mistake of telling him about my feelings and he used that against me, and it was hard for me to fight back.  

Years afterward, I stupidly thought about what I could have done differently so he wouldn’t have hurt me and maybe our relationship could have been what I wanted: romantic and sweet and, most of all, consensual. It didn’t help that for nearly all the times he had hurt me, I felt... pleasure, from it, and I still craved closeness from anyone, even him and, in a parental way, his aunt, which muddled my thoughts and fears about what happened and made me unable to process it properly.

In all, we need to allow people to be happy that someone who hurt them is dead. We need to stop putting the onus of letting things go on the survivors and expecting them – us – to grieve and only grieve people who hurt us just because of some weird familial obligation. McCurdy is glad that her mom is dead and I’m right fucking there with her.

That’s all I have for you guys today, so thanks for tuning in. Drink water, take med, make the appointment, and don’t forget the sunscreen. Bye!

[Outro: “Ding-dong, the Witch is Dead” by The Fifth Estate]

#hetalia #The MizFists #washed ashore ( queue ) #hws sealand #older sealand

[starlightswitch]

A Little Too Real

(for Writer's Month day 3 prompt actors AU. AU where my WIP For the Love of Christmas is a play)

It was one thing to know in theory that acting was just acting and a kiss in character was just a kiss in character. It was another thing to watch the person you were kissing in real life kiss someone in character.

It was another thing to know you were going to have to, in character, watch the person you were kissing in real life kiss someone else (in character). Especially when your character liked your significant other’s character.

And when the person your significant other was kissing seemed to be more their type than you were.

All that made the scene a little too real.

But this was Danny’s first major role, so he was going to have to get through it.

Starting now, since they were about to rehearse the kiss scene for the first time.

“Now, the interesting part here,” said Keisha, the director, “is that we have no stage directions for what happens after Maggie starts to tell you about your girlfriend kissing someone else. We have ‘Eddie’s world stops’. We have your lines. Jocelyn says your name. We don’t know if they come to you, if you go to them, if everyone just stays where they are. We don’t know how the two of them interact. We just know you tell Bradley it’s cool, and that that’s a lie.”

Lily glanced at Travis. Danny’s stomach twisted and he ordered himself to stop.

“Let’s try it and see how it works.”

Danny thought he must have missed something. “Try…” he said.

“The scene.”

He looked at Lily.

Lily looked at Keisha. “So we just do what feels right, and see what we end up with?”

Keisha nodded and gestured for them to take their places.

Travis was already sitting on the couch, his arm up on the back of it so it would be around Lily when she sat down. “Start from the kiss?” he said.

Danny shot him a suspicious look. Travis gave an unimpressed look back. Danny thought he heard some giggling or murmuring from the rest of the cast.

“From Marisa’s line,” said Keisha, and when Danny turned around everyone else was rearranging themselves from the rough half-circle they’d formed around the leads and the director while they were talking, back into groups pretending to socialize.

Priti, who was playing Marisa, crossed upstage. “Eddie! Jacob!”

“I know my name. What’s up?”

“I was just thinking I really wanted some cookies!” Priti went on with wild enthusiasm. “You guys should come too! I haven’t talked to you yet!”

Danny stared past her at the couch. There was supposed to be a doorway but they didn’t have the budget to build one, so they were just pretending there was a wall and a doorway, and in case the audience didn’t catch on, the couch was angled so Danny was facing the back of it. He could see over the top of it, but he was supposed to pretend he couldn’t. The people who looked to see what was happening on the couch walked downstage and leaned out, to add to the illusion. Danny kept staring until his cue: “Oh my god. Eddie. Your girlfriend is…”

Lily sat up tall, hands on the back of the couch, and Danny could tell that now he was supposed to be able to see her. Before he could think what expression he should have on his face, she turned fast to look at Travis, and then started to get to her feet.

“She’s not my girlfriend,” said Danny, projecting so if there had been walls it would have echoed off them.

Lily crossed to him. He was pretty sure she walked through where the wall was supposed to be. She was supposed to say his name– his character’s name– but she didn’t for so long that he wondered if she’d forgotten, and decided to go on with his next line. When she spoke after all, their voices overlapped.

“Eddie–”

“She never was. She just invited me to come with her so I’d have a more fun Christmas than I’d have at home.”

They stood a few steps from each other. Danny waited a moment to say his next line. And then Travis was there, standing close behind Lily, putting a protective hand on her shoulder. Danny looked back at Lily, swallowed, and said, “It’s cool.”

He forgot for a minute to look at Keisha. She was nodding. “That’s good,” she said. “I’m almost good with that. Lily, you forgot where the door was.”

“Oops.” Her eyes were amused when she looked at Danny.

“Danny, you forgot the stage direction that is there.”

Danny looked at her blankly, still not remembering what stage direction was there.

“You look at Bradley when you say it’s cool. You’re talking to him.”

Lily looked at Travis again.

“You could look at him, too, Lily. Natural when he comes and puts a hand on your shoulder. I loved the look you two gave each other right when you got caught.”

“Are we sure he’s talking to me?” said Travis. “He could be talking to her.”

There was a snort. “That’s what you say to a girl you liked who just kissed somebody else?” said KJ. “It’s cool?”

“What would he say to her?” Priti said thoughtfully.

“I don’t think he knows what to say to me,” Lily said slowly. “I think that’s why he says something to Travis instead.”

Travis. Not Bradley.

“Bradley,” Danny said pointedly.

“Yeah?” said Lily, looking genuinely confused.

Danny took a deep breath and closed his eyes. “Let’s do it again. I’ll look at Bradley this time.”

“Okay?” said Lily. When he opened his eyes, she’d stepped closer to him. Travis was already walking back to the couch to wait for her.

Danny tried for a smile. “Go ahead. Let’s do it.”

--

2020 Day 3: What She Wanted (magic)

2021 Day 3: Outside Perspective (outside + wedding setting)

#writersmonth2022 #my writing

[beclynn-herondale]

Similarities that I see between Jace and Céline

(these are just my thoughts. Press read more to see them.)

↑ this chaotic energy. You think he got it from Stephen? Nah.

Her anxiety reminds me of Jace's. And like their thought process was similar in ways.

They both struggled with belonging.

Céline corrected Robert when he said "Just like a warlock. Always for sale."

And Céline was like "Always on sale."

Again Jace energy.

Céline knew Amatis, Stephen's wife. At least, she knew enough. Amatis was sharp-tongued and stuck up. She was opinionated, argumentative, stubborn, and not even that pretty. There were also rumors that she still secretly associated with her werewolf brother. Céline didn't much care about that—she had nothing against Downworlders. But she had plenty against Amatis, who obviously didn't appreciate what she had. Stephen needed someone who would admire him, agree with him, support him. Someone like Céline. If only she could make him see that for himself.

_

Jace's smile was as bland as buttered toast. "Go on, go after him. Pat his head and tell him he's still your super special little guy. Isn't that what you want to do?"

But he couldn't look at Simon without wanting to kill someone.

“And even back then, in that stupid coffee shop. When I saw you sitting on the couch with Simon, even then that felt wrong to me—i should have been the one sitting with you. The one that made you laugh like that. I couldn't get rid of that feeling. That it should have been me.”

↑ Their bitterness, anger, jealousy, and envy towards the person who had the person they wanted and in general has the same energy in my opinion.

They both were angry and jealous of people who had it better or they considered to be good—Like, that was why Jace hated Simon so much at first, because Simon was everything Jace thought he'd never get to be, he just didn't realize it.—And Céline was angry of the kids in the academy who had loving parents and good childhoods, and weren't damaged like she was—they both were angry because somebody was someone or had something they thought they'd never get to be or have. (In Céline's case she never actually got it, not really.)

They both like to wander around when upset.

They both aren't too fond of the Silent Brothers. And I think that has to do with their head being full of certain things they don't want others to know, and the Silent Brothers speak in your mind, almost like they're reading your thoughts.

They're both observant, which could be from growing up in abusive and toxic environments but could also just be they're observant people.

They both can tell when someone is off. We see this when Céline sees through Valentine's mask. Jace often saw through the lies of people in TMI and still does.

And the both hate being pitied. Like it angers them when people pity them, we see that with Jace quite often in TMI, but we see it when Dominique says this: “Every Downworlder in Paris knows about poor Céline Montclaire, wandering the city like a murderous little Éponine. We all feel a little sorry for you.”

And then Céline thought this: Céline lived with a steady, secret simmer of rage, but now she felt it boiling over.

↑ Again, the above reminds me of Jace. He lived with anger that he kept under control but would boil over when triggered.

They're both sensitive. And get hurt easily.

“I wish I could be more like you,” she admitted.

In what sense?

“You know, just shut off my feelings? Feel nothing. For anybody.”

There was a long pause, and she wondered if she had offended him. Was that even possible? Finally, his cool, steady voice spoke.

This is a wish you should dispense with. Feeling is what makes us human. Even the most difficult feelings. Perhaps especially those. Love, loss, longing—this is what it means to truly be alive.

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“I think—my father was sorry he had a parabatai,” he said. “Now I have to go live with a man my father was sorry about. I don't want to be weak, I don't want to be sorry. I want to be the best.”

If you pretend to feel nothing, the pretense may become true, said Jem. That would be a pity.

↑ They both wished to feel nothing, and had Jem tell them that wasn't as great as they thought. But they both still desperately wanted to not feel.

When she was a child, her parents had often refused her iratzes after training sessions, especially when her injuries were caused by her own mistakes. Let the pain remind you to do better next time, they told her. All these years later she was still making the same mistakes.

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“No! it's better for your parents not to know it happened at all. It was just bad luck that one of them got me. I'm a good fighter,” Jonathan protested sharply.

“It's my fault I got hurt,” said Jonathan. “I know excuses are for incompetents. It won't happen again.”

↑ this bit on making mistakes, or when getting hurt.

Céline always carried a misericord blade.

↑ Reminds me of someone else who always carries blades.

They both were aware of the consequences of putting a rune on someone that they weren't 100% sure were Nephilim, and it was different circumstances but they did it anyway. Jace gave Clary her first rune and Céline gave Rosemary her first rune (I think).

More furious at her own instinct for mercy. After all, her parents had never shown any to her. Her parents had done their best to teach her that mercy was weakness, and cruelty was strength.

_

Jonathan said the word "weakness" with horror. Jem wondered what a man who had drilled a boy to fight like that might have considered weakness.

↑ Mercy, kindness, gentleness, etc. Was taught as weakness to them both growing up.

They both hate being predictable. Kinda like when Rosemary knew Céline would keep her secret. Céline hated that she knew that. Remember in CoA when everyone was guessing that Jace said no to Valentine, and he hated it.

They both never really felt like they were ever a kid. Because again, the environment they grew up in forced them to grow up faster than they should have. Which is why Jace didn't think of himself as one when he threw himself into battle.

like Jace I don't think Céline liked to upset the balance of things, meaning they don't pry and don't pressure. Which often gets them labeled as "not too bright" or "unobservant" they're both observant, they just don't say it out-loud. Jace is definitely like this, but I see Céline as this too. Stephen said she always needed to be told what to do, but I don't think it was that exactly, I think she just didn't like to upset things. Which growing up in an abusive and toxic environment does that. But I think it's also just part of who they are.

That sweet and obedient daughter of the provençal countryside. They knew how devoted she was to her parents. Such a dutiful daughter.

↑ Valentine often called Jace his obedient son. I see Jace in this part as well. Sebastian called him Valentine's "sweet boy."

She could close the door on the past, start again. She could choose a life without pain, without suffering or fear.

But who would she be without pain?

This also reminds me of Jace. Obviously he did end up choosing to walk away from Valentine. But there are times he doubted, because in reality he himself didn't know who he was without the pain he'd experienced, without his past with Valentine. And they both believed that the pain and suffering had made them stronger. Jace later knows that isn't true, but I see the similarity there.

They're both said to have vulnerability about them that made you wan to protect them. To keep them safe. Jocelyn said you couldn't really hate Céline, and I think it's kinda the same with Jace.

Both of them refused to ask for help. Thinking they could do it all on their own.

Céline could tell how much it hurt—and how determined the woman was to reveal no pain. She knelt by her side. Rosemary flinched away. “Let me see—I can help."

_

“Tell me what happened first.” She tried to yank her wrist back, but his grip was incredibly strong. “I can help you.” — this is in Clary's pov.

↑ Their willingness to help the pretty stranger they didn't know.

They both often felt they didn't have a choice in some things.

They both felt achingly alone at some point. And very much misunderstood.

The thought of losing the only family they ever had scared them, and they were willing to do anything to keep them. Even if in Céline's case hers wasn't that real.

They were both said to be beautiful, and breakable. Fragile almost. These were Jocelyn's words. That beautiful things were easily broken.

They both grew up denied of love and care.

Céline had low self esteem in a lot of areas. We often see Jace as the confident character who doesn't have insecurities or low self-esteem. but he does. Jace didn't like himself, his looks don't play a part here, he didn't like himself. He actually didn't feel good enough or worth much, that's why he made so many superiority jokes, because he truly didn't feel good enough but had to make everyone believe he did. Céline didn't feel good enough either, but she tried not to let it show.

Their childhood gave them bad coping mechanisms and suicidal tendencies. They both self harmed in ways, believing that pain made you stronger is one of them.

We often look over the fact that while some of Jace's mental struggles did come from the trauma of his childhood and growing up around war, that he was already at a high risk with a mother who experienced similar things. Because if you have a parent who has mental illness the offspring are at higher risk of developing one. And his childhood didn't help with that.

And we know what they both truly wanted was to be loved and safe. Really. Jace always thought he wanted to fight all the time, but by the end of tmi he realized he just truly wanted to be happy and left alone, he just wanted Clary and his family. Céline wanted that too, but she never got it.

You all realize they would understand each other, right? Like if Cassie ever did something where they somehow met, Céline would understand Jace and he would understand her.

Céline would have never raised Jace with anything but love and care. She would have made sure he never knew a childhood like hers. But he did. He ended up knowing what that was like. And it would have broken her even more to know that.

But she would probably stab Valentine in the face, which I'd like to see.

Friendly reminder that Jace looks like her around the eyes (no I won't shut up about this.)

There's probably more but until we learn more we won't know. Just remember he may be a Herondale but Céline is also there.

@khaleesiofalicante I tagged you 😎

#celine montclaire #celine herondale #jace herondale #jace lightwood herondale #tsc #the shadowhuter chronicles #tst #the secret treasons

[choices-binglebonkus]

people enjoy characters like Jocelyn because people get bored of nice characters if that’s all there is, it’s not that deep to accuse ppl of being bullies just because they’re defending her?? Like are u gonna side eye anyone that romances her in the fan book? lol

Lemme pull up a screenshot of one of the other asks:

So as I said in this response, I understand that some people like her as a character, because as you said, people get tired of nice characters.

However.

If they can’t admit that the character is toxic and immediately get indignant and defensive when other people are like “yeah this character is pretty toxic” as a result of canon occurrences in a story, that is what I have an issue with.

I liked Luther Nevrakis from The Crown & The Flame. Was he a shitty guy? Absolutely. He was abusive to his family, murdered countless royals, and forced innocent people to die in a foreign land. I am well aware of what a terrible human being he was. I liked him as a character for his insights on how he viewed being a ruler and how the choices he made tortured him every day, but I also fully acknowledge that he was a terrible person to the very end who ultimately didn’t change at all. Liking a character and readily admitting that they’re toxic are two things that can and should co-exist.

Because quite frankly, it is deeply insulting to insinuate “Jocelyn didn’t know better, she was just mean, that’s not abusive”. I was both verbally and physically bullied my entire time going to school and to this day, I am still dealing with trauma from it (and I probably will be for the rest of my life) while the people who made me regret being alive get to go about their merry way.

So honestly? I don’t think it’s that far of a leap to think “Hmm, these people are actively getting upset when I call this character toxic who beat people up, laughed with her best friend as he tried to hit people with his car, and regularly made others feel bad about themselves just for the fun of it. They probably are or were bullies at some point.”

#absolutely spare me your condescending bullshit anon #no joke #this is one of the most ridiculous asks i’ve ever received #i am truly blown away #asks #tw: bullying #jocelyn wu #choices it lives in the woods #it lives in the woods #ilitw #choices ilitw #choices stories you play #playchoices #choices stories we play #pixelberry #pixelberry studios #playchoices fandom #choices stories you play fandom #choices stories we play fandom

[writing-gifts]

both sides of the viewfinder chp. 1

adult film star!bruno x afab!reader  (they are also gn)

this is 18+ content

summary:  Bruno's interested in you and you're interested in him. It's only a matter of time.

chapter 1 || chapter 2 || chapter 3 || chapter 4

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A/N: okay so this is gonna be 3 chapters. the last chapter’s smut, but there’s pretty suggestive stuff happening in the 2nd chapter

i did research for this and wanted to try to make it more on the realistic side but there's always the chance that i messed up somewhere, so if you wanna point it out go ahead. it'll be good to know for the future!

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This wasn't your first time filming for sex work but you felt a little out of your element. The studio that recently hired you was much bigger than what you were used to and considering that you were mainly doing freelance work before, this made everything feel much more professional and serious. Their work had to be highly produced.

"--We aren’t super strict about that, but you should definitely tell me before you go anywhere."

Right now, you were being given a quick tour by one of the people you'd be working with--the Director of Photography. Jocelyn was pretty much your manager and would be giving you most of the orders.

You continue to follow behind her as she continues to show you around. But you couldn't help eyeing the high quality lights and cameras you pass as she talked though. The equipment must have been worth a lot.

Once she has finished showing you around, she leads you back to the set filled with the crew that you passed earlier.

You listen closely as she goes over the details of the film.

"This will be the room where the main scene will take place. Today we will have you operating one of the stationary cameras, but since you’ve done stuff like this before I decided to let you do it without someone breathing down your neck. Just follow my orders."

You like the woman already. "Thank you."

"The shoot will start in--" she checks her watch, "--about an hour. Today is just filming for you but you know you’ll be doubling up as a runner when necessary. We might also have you help with other tasks while you work here too."

You nod to show you understand.

She smiles, "If you have any questions don't be afraid to ask me or any of your co-workers. Try to avoid asking the director though…."

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You adjust the headphones on your head as you stand in front of the camera you'd be in charge of today.

Working it should be simple enough since you didn't have to actually move. You just needed to make sure it stayed in focus so they had more options when it came to angles.

About 10 minutes later, the two actors starring today show up dressed in fairly nice clothes that they wouldn't be wearing for too long. One of them seemed quite friendly with everyone. He must be pretty popular you think.

Before you can recede to your thoughts, you recognize him.

Is that Bruno Bucciarati?

You quickly confirm that it is and turn your body away from him and towards the camera, as if doing that would hide you. You weren't necessarily a stan but you did follow him on social media. And perhaps you did subscribe to his OnlyFans. And there's a good chance you paid money for some of his work.

It wasn't your fault that he was one of the few male stars you found attractive!

You shake your head. This was work. Don't get starstruck.

Luckily, it doesn't take you long to get distracted with the camera. You rarely get to operate such expensive equipment like this so you find yourself looking at all it had to offer.

While you neglect socializing with the people you would be working with from now on, someone comes up to you.

"You look so focused."

Your eyes widen from the sudden voice and you pull down your headphones as you look to the side. "Oh sorry--" When you see who it is the rest of your statement dies in your throat.

However, Bruno isn't deterred by your abrupt stop. "You must be the new camera person."

You stare a second too long before nodding.

He holds out a hand and you have to calm your shaking one before reaching out and grabbing his. His hand was really warm.

“Nice to meet you, my name's Bruno Bucciarati."

"I'm ____. I've actually seen some of your work before! You really are as handsome as in the videos."

Even though you're straight-faced, you were regretting what you just said. It was a simple compliment but what if it was too much? His looks did astound you though, there was no denying it. And you really didn't understand how he managed to pull off that haircut.

You smile to ease the tension within yourself and Bruno returns it. Whether it was genuine or out of politeness you didn't know, but it helps you relax.

"Thank you," he says.

“Okay everyone get in your damn places! We’ll be starting soon!”

Your brows raise at the director’s choice of words.

Bruno turns back to you. "Well, let's do our best to get through this."

You nod and watch him walk towards the bed where his co-star is waiting, and the director immediately starts going over what he wants the two of them to do once he’s there.

You decide to do a quick second check on your camera to make sure everything is still working properly before waiting patiently for the director to start.

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Between some cuts and breaks, filming’s done about 6 hours later. You’d been informed about the typical work time so you weren't surprised. The porn from this studio was highly produced, with a few “amateur” looking works thrown in, so it was the norm. But this was the longest you had worked on one film. So depending on how particular the director was, you would need to be prepared to do at least several hours of filming when behind the camera.

You rub your eyes. It's only 4 pm but you're yearning for your bed. You could only imagine how tired the actors were.

Right after you turn off the camera, Jocelyn calls you over.

"You did well today and looks like you don't need any serious training. Good job!" she praises.

You guessed you passed the new hire "test". That gave you a bit of an energy boost and you can't help the smile on your face.

While you remove the camera from its tripod, you begin to retreat to your mind. And of course, your mind wanders to a certain actor.

Bruno was good at what he did. Really good. And the other actor seemed to genuinely enjoy working with him too. For a second, you wonder what it's like.

You glance up and accidentally make eye contact with a now fully clothed Bruno. The man walks towards you and even though you had watched him just have sex for multiple hours, you feel nervous.

“What’s up?” you ask when he's close enough.

"Nothing. I like to check up on newcomers, but you must have worked in this field for a while since they usually tend to have some hang ups."

"Uh yea. I've been doing stuff like this for awhile. Good work today by the way."

"Same with you. It was long but things went as smoothly as they could."

You nod in agreement and finish folding up the tripod. “They did, but honestly that one position you were in looked super uncomfortable! Is your back okay?”

The man laughs. “I'll be fine. That was pretty tame to be fair.”

“Wow, you must be super fit or flexible then...” You notice your coworkers walking off with equipment and decide its best to end the conversation so you can follow them. "Oh, I need to put away this stuff. Thanks for checking up on me though!"

Bruno smiles at you and you scurry off with the camera and the tripod.

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You'd been here a week so far. Each day varied with things to do and you never really knew what you'd exactly be working on until you got to the studio.

For today you had a list of various tasks but the first one was conducting a pre-shoot interview with the actors for the porn being shot in an hour.

You look through the viewfinder at the two men sitting on the couch. You were already recording but the interview hadn't started just yet.

“It’s been awhile since I've done an interview so bear with me...” you mumble while going over the questions in your head.

“No pressure ____,” Bruno says.

The man doesn't seem bothered but Prosciutto, on the other hand, isn’t as laid back.

“You should at least have a list of questions prepared,” the blonde says.

"Yep right here!" You pull out a piece of paper from your pocket. From the list you could tell this collaboration had been long requested by their fans.

“I did my best to remember it but just in case…” You place the paper on a surface out of view.

You readjust the camera on your shoulder before speaking again. “Okay, let's start with names you say.”

You focus the camera on Bruno. You wish you had a tripod, but they were insistent on having you walk around with the damn thing to make it feel more “personal”.

"I’m Bruno Bucciarati."

You then turn the camera to focus on Prosciutto.

"I’m Prosciutto."

“So I know this is the first time you both are working together. How are we feeling?”

Bruno smiles. “I'm feeling pretty good and ready to work. How about you, Prosciutto?”

“Pretty much how I do before any shoot.”

“And what's that?” you ask.

Prosciutto crosses his arms. “Mostly relaxed but looking forward to it of course.”

"That's good. I know it'll be tiring filming and from how highly requested this seems to be, the director's going to want this to be perfect. But I'm hoping you guys still have fun."

"I'm sure we will, but I still don't know why so many people wanted us to work together," Prosciutto says.

Bruno nods. "Agreed. I feel like we’ve rarely interacted until now."

"Well people like seeing attractive people together. And I've actually seen fancams of you two interacting on Twitter. It's pretty entertaining!"

“You search those up?” Bruno asks.

“No, they just show up on my timeline sometimes.”

“...So you're a fan of Bruno then?” You weren't sure why but you sense a bit of judgement coming from Prosciutto.

"A little, but let's move on." You take a peek at the paper. "So who’s receiving and who’s catching?"

You raise a brow at how the question’s phrased.

Bruno looks at Prosciutto. “Don't you think we should let the film speak for itself.”

The blonde hums in agreement. “If they need to know so badly, they can skip ahead.”

“True. I think either way would be fun to watch though,” you say.

“Definitely. You should let me know what you think later.” Bruno says.

You don't mean to smile but it's already happening. "Sure."

“You're real unprofessional flirting with the camera person in the middle of an interview,” Prosciutto chides.

“It's just some banter. Are you jealous?”

Prosciutto tsks at Bruno's statement.

You shake your head deciding not to acknowledge those comments. The editor would have to cut out that bit. The two seemed to get along well enough for work but you had a feeling they would get on each other's nerves if they stayed together too long.

“Okay so this is definitely a good question to ask next. What do you guys like about each other? Either personality or physical wise."

Prosciutto glances at Bruno before speaking. “I can admit that the man has a nice….physique.”

You grin. "You sound like I'm putting a gun to your head."

The man fixes you with a very unamused look but you continue on smiling.

"What about you Bruno?" you ask.

“Well he has an attractive face and body, of course. His stubbornness is enjoyable at times too.”

“Stubbornness?”

Prosciutto seems to have the same question as you because he looks at Bruno for his explanation.

“Yes it's a good trait to have in certain situations.” Bruno returns the blonde’s stare. “It'll also make seeing him unravel much more interesting.”

The two of them are now looking at each other very intently and you feel like you should leave the room. But you need to finish the interview.

“Nice...so this is the last question. Is there anything specific you two are looking forward to?”

Fortunately, the two of them can still hear you and respond.

Bruno hums, “I suppose it's been awhile since I've given a blowjob, so there's that.”

"...And I'm looking forward to receiving one."

You let out a chuckle, “Okay, Prosciutto I see what you're about.” You quickly skim the list of interview questions. "Well looks like that's it! You guys ready to go?”

They both give you their positive answers.

“Then let's get you guys ready for the shoot."

Bruno smiles while Prosciutto's face stays neutral.

After that statement you stop recording.

“Okay, nice job guys!” You look at the clock on the wall. “That went pretty fast. So you can go ahead and head to the set.”

Prosciutto nods and exits the room but Bruno stays behind.

“Are you going to be helping film for the shoot?” he asks.

You gently place the camera down on the table where you left the paper.

“No, I have to go out and buy some things for something being filmed later this week. And then I have to go do some other stuff around the studio…” You laugh, “They really have me running around!”

Bruno looks slightly concerned. “You’d prefer to stay behind the camera the whole time right?”

“Yep but that's okay. I already knew what I was getting into, and I get paid better pretty well for it.” You look back up at the clock. “I’ll definitely be back for the interview after filming though so I should see you then.”

Bruno nods. "Okay, good luck with your errands."

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By the end of the day, you're exhausted. Your list of tasks wasn't hard, you just ended up moving a lot more than you planned. You even almost forgot to take your break in your hustle.

When you return to your apartment, you eat something and take a quick shower before dressing up for bed. And once you're snuggled up in your covers, you decide to check your Twitter to see if anything interesting has happened.

While scrolling through the random posts retweeted throughout the day, you happen upon a pretty suggestive picture of Bruno in lingerie. He posted it not too long ago.

Nice.

You click on his icon to check his page to see if there’s anything else new, and under his username notice the words follows you.

Your eyes widen and you double check and refresh to make sure you're not seeing things. You go into your notifications and see that he followed you a couple hours ago. You really weren't sure what to do. It would be weird if you messaged him, right?

You take a deep breath and decide to take the chance. Bruno probably got hundreds of messages so it shouldn't be a big deal.

hi, i saw that you followed me. just making sure you didn't make a mistake lol

Before you can overthink it you send the message. After that you go back to his page and like and retweet the lingerie photo, but you still need a distraction so you wouldn't obsess over a possible reply. When you're thinking of getting out of bed, a message from Bruno pops up.

You quickly open it to see the full message.

No mistakes here. I searched you up and saw that you already followed me so I wanted to follow back.

It's not the first time you've been followed by pornstars or coworkers you worked with, but it was honestly still rare. And something about it being Bruno made your heart beat faster. You momentarily think about everything you retweeted in the last hour, before sending a message back.

oh okay, thx! i'll try not to bother you too much, you probably get a lot of messages

A few seconds pass before you get another reply.

Not necessarily. I have DMs off for people I don't follow. I love my fans but they can get...rowdy. Either way, you can message me whenever you want.

Wow, what would you even talk about with Bruno outside of work related things...

oh, that makes sense. well i guess i’ll take you up on the offer ^^

You see the three dots going for a while before another message appears.

I saw you retweeted my picture.

Your heart skips a beat.

oh god, now i feel embarrassed all of a sudden!

No don’t be. I'm glad you like it.

You smile to yourself.

yea, you look really good in lingerie ...you look good in anything tbh or without anything lmao

You feel like you're about to say something really embarrassing if this conversation continues and quickly type up another message before he can respond.

i’m really tired so i’m going to get ready for bed

The three dots disappear for a moment before showing up again.

Shame, I would have liked talking more. But I understand, you looked really exhausted during the post interview.

yea i was but it’s no biggie and we can message later ❤

Okay then, sleep well ____.

good night 😴

You close out of the app after that and honestly, that went way better than you were expecting.

#n$fw #not sfw #bruno bucciarati x reader #bruno buccellati x reader #bruno x reader #reader insert #x reader #jjba x reader #i actually had fun writing this #im still writing it actually but im mostly in the editing phase ;(

[haikyuusorry]

Kei Tsukishima x OC: The Transfer and the dumbass chapter 1

A/n: This is my first time writing anything like this in years so please be nice but I’m for sure open to some tips. I just love these characters so much I couldn’t help myself. Also sorry it’s short like I said it’s been a while I need to get a grove anyway hope ya’ll enjoy and if not whoops.

Word count: 831

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Waking up in an unfamiliar place is always strange, some would even say disorientating. However, most of all I couldn’t believe I was in Japan. I’ve never been the type of person to jump into something that scared me but when my father told me about this amazing opportunity there was no way I could pass it up. The first thing I do once I realize where I actually am is open the window and breathe in the cool morning air. As well rested as I am I could still feel a bit of fogginess in my head from the time change. The plane ride from France to Japan isn’t exactly something I do every day. The road and homes around me felt comforting in the bright sun. After taking my time to take everything in I got ready in the bathroom. Even my face seemed different here the only thing that looked familiar was the beauty mark I had on the tip of my nose and my bright blue eyes.

After getting my new uniform on I made my way to the kitchen to be greeted by my host family, eating breakfast. 

“you’re late.” the father simply says as I sit down.

“Sorry sir.” is all I can muster, It seemed as if he didn’t want me there, and maybe thought I would be a distraction to his son.......Tadashi. Tadashi was sweet to me so far I had sent a few emails to him when I was assigned to his family. He was quiet much quieter than me although I doubt he would guess that based on my interactions with him and his family so far. Finally, the breakfast ended and Tadashi and I could make our way to school. 

“so...do you always walk to school,” I said attempting to start a conversation.

“Yeah pretty much, usually I would walk with my friend but I figured I should show you around a bit more first. He can be kind of a jerk at first. Also, we’re running late.” 

“Sorry about that….but I really do appreciate you taking the time to show me around. You definitely could have just decided to ditch me as soon as we get to school.”

“Trust me I thought about it but surprisingly Tsukki talked me out of it.” He chuckles. 

“Tsukki? Guess I’ll have to thank him for that later.” I say as we get to where I’ll be going for the next few months Karasuno high school. 

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“Class please give a warm welcome to our new transfer student Jocelyn… she’s french!” my teacher practically shouts and unsurprisingly the class is almost silent other than Tadashi clapping a few times before realizing no one else was and stopping. 

“Thank you, sir,” I say simply before getting to my seat to start the class. As we started reading the play for our unit the teacher called on many students to play the different parts until he finally called on a blonde boy with glasses to read. All the others seemed as if they often asked to read but this kid certainly didn’t like the task, his body language said that before he scoffed and pushed his glasses up his nose. Everything about this guy looked long and cynical from his smirk to the way he moved his fingers across the page as he read. I didn’t understand why exactly he was so mad about reading it wasn’t like he was bad or seemed embarrassed he just had a bad attitude. As the scene came to a close the teacher instructed each of the students to pick someone else to read their role. Of course, the blonde boy was last and took the longest to pick as he scanned the room reading each person far more intently than he had been reading the book. When he got to me it seemed as if he looked straight into me before his eyes scanned to the boy next to me with his head in the book. The kid clearly was doing anything to avoid being picked especially once he felt the boy’s eyes on him and went to his bag to ‘look for something’. Then the blonde boy smirked and pointed his finger directly at the kid and simply said, “you.”

I scanned the room to lock eyes with Tadashi in order to try and get an idea about what this guy’s deal possibly could be. But before I can be sure I hear the teacher say “Thank you Tsukishima, let’s move on shall we.” As I go back to looking forward I lock eyes with who I now know is Tsukishima as he tosses a paper airplane at me before it lands perfectly on my desk with a simple phrase “welcome to Karasuno high” written neatly on one of the wings. This couldn’t possibly be the ‘Tsukki’ Tadashi had mentioned before who had apparently saved me from a train wreck of a first day….could it? 

#haikyuu!! #haikyu x reader #haikyū!! #haikyu fanfiction #haikyu fandom #tsukishima x reader #tsukishima kei #tsukishima x you #tsukishima smut #tsukishima imagine #yamaguchi tadashi #kei tsukki #kei tsukishima #karasuno #original character #fanfic #fluff #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu smut #haikyuu original character

[khaleesiofalicante]

OK I’M HERE! I READ IT! I’M LATE BUT IT DID IT! SERIOUSLY REGRETTING NOT READING IT EARLIER! FUCK SLEEP WHO NEEDS SLEEP!

I LOVE THE TWINS SO MUCH SHCDUJUHKFDUISVFDHYDEBCSJ

LEXI TELLING EVERYONE THAT SHE CAN TALK TO RAZIEL BESTIE YOU DOING GREAT!!!

“Lying is wrong!” Selena had told her sister.

“Yes, but cookies are delicious,” Lexi had pointed out, munching on them.

“Daddy!” Selena had said. “Tell her it’s wrong.”

“Lying is wrong!” Daddy had said, but she had barely heard a word since his mouth had been stuffed with cookies too.

LYING IS OKAY IF YOU GET COOKIES

She did not care much for jewellery, especially expensive ones. But Magnus had given this to her – and she didn’t want to take it off.

She combed her long hair and tied it into a high ponytail. If she was going shopping with Magnus, she had to look her best.

It was fine. There were worse ways to spend your tenth birthday. She got to spend it with Magnus. She was not going to complain about it.

AWWW SHE’S LITERALLY MAGNUS’ NO.1 FAN UHSDUCSDUYSDCFUYKSVCD

“Oh!” Selena had beamed. “Like Magnus! He always looks so magnificent!”

“Sure,” David had said, his ears pink in the cold. “That’s who I was thinking about.”

I don’t know much but I do know that his ears were not pink because of the cold and he was not thinking about Magnus.

Selena remembered wishing she caught the fever so Magnus could take care of her too.

Same- I MEAN WOULDN’T WE ALL??

ALSO, MAX STAYING WITH DAVID WHEN HE WAS SICK DWHYDYGUFEYUKGFYEUGFEWUYG

Oh, Jocelyn died.

Rip I guess?

OOOO THEY INVITED THE COHORT TO TALK ABOUT THIS STUFF BECAUSE SHADOWHUNTERS ARE DYING OF MUNDANE ILLNESSES

I say we kill them.

Selena had never felt anger like that before. She had wanted to drown that awful man in the lake she floated around in her dreams.

BESTIE SAME

“Lettuce?”

“Yes?”

“No screaming when I show you the gift,” Daddy said. “We have visitors at the institute.”

“Is it a sword?” Lexi asked.

“No,” Daddy replied.

“Then I won’t scream,” her twin shrugged at him.

AHUEDCHGUHFEWUIFUIRUI SHE’S SUCH A HERONDALE I LOVE-

PUPPY OH MY GOD IT’S A PUPPY!!!!!!!!

“IT’S A PUPPY! IT’S A PUPPY! OH MY GOD, IT’S A PUPPY! DAVID GOT US A PUPPY!”

Her twin had jumped – no, leaped – off the counter and dashed towards their father, who was holding a small grey puppy in his arms.

“I AM SO SORRY I TOLD YOU I DON’T WANT YOU, LITTLE FRIEND. I LOVE YOU SO MUCH. I WILL PROTECT YOU WITH MY TWENTY TOY SWORDS!”

“Lexi, stop screaming!” Mommy said. “You will wake everyone up.”

“EVERYONE WAKE UP AND COME MEET MY PUPPY!” Lexi screamed even louder.

I LOVE HER SO MUCH DHJBSDCHJBFSJSFEDSF

She drew the unlock rune on the door the way her daddy did on his office door and sneaked into the Consul’s office.

I’m not even surprised anymore-

AWW, SELENA GOING THERE TO LOOK AT THE MURAL OF IDRIS. YOU’LL GO THERE ONE DAY BESTIE I PROMISE

ANJALI IS HERE Y’ALL!!!!!!!

Anjali walked over to her father’s desk, sat down on the chair, and put her feet on the table.

The Inquisitor’s table.

Only she could get away with something like that.

THERE’S MY FAVORITE PERSON EVER Y’ALL

EVEN ALEC IS WARY OF HER UHJSDVCUHSVDUUHSVUHSUIVGRVSR

Selena loved Idris with all her heart. But she knew Idris was not a perfect place.

Any place that was mean to Magnus could never be perfect.

EXACTLY

“Well, it turned out well for me,” Anjali winked. “Now when he gives me shit for my ‘bad judgement’ I just throw his dating history in his face. Dated Zara Dearborn? Broke up with Cristina Rosales? Yikes. Could not be me.”

BESTIE YES! HOW CAN DIEGO JUDGE PEOPLE’S JUDGEMENT WHEN HIS DATING HISTORY LOOKS LIKE THAT???

“Just because he looks like a movie star, it doesn’t mean everything should be handed to him,” Anjali answered, rolling her eyes. “Entitled piece of shit.”

You know I kinda ship them-

“Dang, girl. No practice swords for you, huh. You just straight up went for the mortal sword. I like your style.”

“Uncle Kit!” Selena yelled and ran towards him.

KIT KIT KIT KIT KIT KIT KIT KIT HISDUIDEUYKFSFUS7IKKIYGVFSDLY7TKGVFEDYTGFECYGU

ASH OMG ASH IS HERE TOO!!!!

"some man called Anus" BYE-

PARABATAI KIT AND ASH OMG

The whole pre-meeting prep is kinda giving me pre-wedding vibes idk how to explain but the whole rush and organizing that day and making calls and stuff.

“Ash was very beautiful. After Magnus of course” “She liked Aunt Izzy best. After Magnus of course,” GIRL HAS HER PRIORITIES STRAIGHT

"How bad can the cohort be?" well you see-

“Is that the cohort?” Selena asked, her voice a whisper.

“No, that’s a bitch.”

Yup. that’s accurate

“Is he here?”

“Whom?” Daddy asked.

“Alec Lightwood,” the woman asked.

“You mean the Consul?” Daddy asked.

“I meant Alec.”

“The Consul?”

“Alec!”

“Who also happens to be the Consul?”

“Fine, yes, the Consul!” the woman sounded impatient. “Is he here yet?”

It’s Lightwood-Bane bitch

AWWW SELENA DESCRIBING ALEC AS REGAL THAT’S SO CUTE

And accurate-

IT’S THE SAME BLUE AGAIN

Selena noticed her father was looking very emotional. She couldn’t blame him.

“My liege,” Daddy bowed deeply.

“Cut it out,” the Consul smacked him. “What’s the status?”

Yup, that’s them. Also same Jace.Same.

“I always expected the offspring of these two to be like…”

“Like what?” Daddy demanded.

At that moment, Lexi ran past the hall, yelling and screaming as she carried a toy sword in one hand and Dorian Gray in another.

“MAKE WAY FOR ALEXANDRA THE GREAT AND HER LOYAL COMPANION DORIAN GRAY! CHRISTOPHER! BRING ME MY OTHER NINETEEN SWORDS! WE MUST SET FIRE TO THE EVIL EMPEROR AND SAVE THE PRINCESS!”

“Like that,” Magnus chuckled.

Will in the afterlife, wiping tears: A true Herondale.

“I hope so too, Magnus,” Selena said shyly.

The Consul frowned at that. “It’s Uncle Magnus to you.”

Selena ignored that. The Consul was not the boss of her.

Well, technically he was the boss of everyone. But still!

UHNJCSDUHUSDHSVUDVUD SELENA

Do not remind me. I would like to remain blissfully unaware that not all of them are mortal :D

The Consul grumbled and turned to Mommy. “You were right to name her Fairchild. She is going to be a pain in my ass.”

“Hey!” Daddy covered Selena's ears again. “It’s like you guys didn't get my monthly newsletter on language modification!”

“No one here reads your newsletter, Jace,” Aunt Izzy rolled her eyes.

"I do," the Consul put up his hand.

Of course, you do Alec. I can totally see the LBAF gang defying Alec left and right UHKGXUYCSUYGCSYCFSED

“Izzy, how many times!” the Consul grumbled. “No placing bets on the children. Besides, everyone knows it’s going to be Alexandra.”

“Hey!” her parents said at the same time.

“What are y’all doing here?” Lexi came running then, cause her superpower was to magically appear whenever someone was talking about her. “We have shit to do! Come on!”

“Not helping, Lettuce!” Daddy shook his head. “Clary, take the lead.”

Of course, it’s gonna be Lexi.

FHUJCSDUHSDUHJ SELENA NOT UNDERSTANDING THE INNUENDO MAGNUS MADE LMAO NOT IN FRONT OF THE KIDS

“My name is Alexander Lightwood-Bane. I’m the Consul of the Clave. You will talk to me with respect.”

Selena saw Zara flinch at that. It was satisfying to watch.

Zara, I will gladly feed you to sharks stfu

“You sound a little jealous,” Zara grinned. “If you want to come back, we can arrange that. You could leave that good for nothing husband of yours and-”

“Zara, I swear by the angel,” Aunt Izzy said through gritted teeth. “Insult my husband again and see what happens.”

ISABELLE YES! I NEED MORE SIZZY WE DON'T HAVE ENOUGH OF THESE TWO

SHE DID NOT JUST INSULT MAX AND RAFE FUCK YOU BITCH

OH, NOW SHE INSULTED THE TWINS. I WILL DROWN YOU DO NOT TEST ME

“They called me a freak too,” her mother spoke. “Insult our children again and I will show you what freaks can do.”

YES CLARY

Max and David were really close. Like Daddy and Uncle Alec.

Maybe even closer. Like Uncle Alec and Magnus - cause one of them was a warlock! And they always gave each other dopey looks.

HJBASYUGJCESDYUTGVCSDUTVSDT6U7VSDC THIS! (I think they get together because of the snippet but if they don’t-)

The moment Magnus left, Max snatched the credit card and whistled. “Y’all, Christmas came early.”

“We can’t just buy anything, Max,” Rafe rolled his eyes. “Dad will be pissed when he finds out.”

“Maybe we should buy little things we can hide,” Max winked. “Little…but expensive things.”

“Oh, like diamond rings?” Lexi gleamed.

“What would you even do with diamond rings?” Selena demanded.

“Sell them in the black market in exchange for cash,” Lexi replied.

“By the angel, Lex,” Rafe chuckled. “I'm gonna keep both my eyes on you.”

LEXI YES OMG YES YES YES YES

“Your demands are unacceptable,” Rafe said, imitating his father. “How about ice-cream?”

“I accept your counter proposal,” Lexi nodded, imitating Daddy. “Let’s unleash hell in Baskin-Robbins.”

BASKIN ROBBINS BOUTA BE RAIDED BY 4 CHAOTIC CHILDREN LET’S GO

Holy fuck she has children. Who’s the poor father?

“These are my sisters Saraquel and Remiel and Michael,” the boy pointed at the girls, completely ignoring Rafe’s comment. “Our parents named us after the archangels.”

“And they called us angel freaks?” Lexi muttered incredulously.

“I know, Lexi. Fancy names indeed,” Max nodded. “But kinda hard to pronounce to be honest.”

A very genuine what the fuck

“My name is Alexandra James Herondale,” Lexi said, her voice steady. “And I am named after the greatest Consul and dopest archer of all time. He is a better man than any of your dumb archangels.”

YES LEXI YOU GO, GIRL

“Idris is lame,” Max snorted now. “You don’t even have internet.”

Lexi shuddered at that.

The reason I would never want to live in Idris

THE WAY SELENA WAS READY TO BEAT THE GUY UP WHEN HE INSULTED MAGNUS AND HOW MAX GOT ANGRY WHEN HE INSULTED DAVID

SELENA’S 10 BITCH FUCK YOU

“Holy shit!” one of the girls said. “That was kinda cool. Is that a twin thing?”

“It’s a common sense thing,” Lexi rolled her eyes. “Duck!”

People are idiots

But Selena tried not to think about the other girl. It didn’t matter whose daughter Michael was – it only mattered whose daughter Selena was.

And she was the daughter of Clary Fairchild and Jace Herondale.

She was not going to run.

GIRL YES

Y’ALL DON'T GET KILLED

AYY MAGNUS IS HERE THEY’RE ALL GONNA BE OK NOW

“It’s warlock magic,” the boy whispered – but not too quietly. “It’s demonic.”

Some of the ichor from the demons fell right on the boy’s head.

“Oops,” Magnus said. “Warlock magic is also a little clumsy.”

HVBCDSHJCSDYCDYJGCD THE BOY DESERVED IT!!!!!

“Manuel has an important meeting,” Zara rolled her eyes. “I’m stuck babysitting them.”

“It’s not babysitting when you do it!” Daddy said incredulously. “You’re their mother. It’s called parenting.”

GODDAMIT WOMAN DON'T HAVE CHILDREN IF YOU CAN’T TAKE CARE OF THEM

“He called David a bastard,” Lexi said.

“He did what?” her mother demanded.

“And he called Max a freak,” Selena said.

“He did what?” the Consul demanded.

“And he flirted with Selena,” Rafe made a face.

“HE DID WHAT?” Daddy looked murderous.

NAH BECAUSE WE’RE ALL DOWNRIGHT READY TO KILL THIS BITCH

ALSO, SELENA WAS SO RIGHT TO BREAK THE BOY’S NOSE.

“Look at them! Cahooting in demonic languages,” Zara sniffed.

“It’s Spanish,” Aunt Izzy said incredulously. “Your husband speaks it too!”

Zara you dumb shit-

That part where Magnus was checking up on all of them and seeing if they’re ok and the kids looked like they had never seen anything like that-

They deserve better. GODDAMN IT JULIAN BLACKTHORN MANAGED TO BE A BETTER PARENT 12

Her father held Selena’s hand in his. “You better raise your son to respect women, Zara – Because I’m raising my daughters to break noses.”

YES YES YES YES

He knelt down next to her and put a strand of hair behind her ear. “Can I tell you a secret, cupcake?”

Selena nodded. She loved secrets.

“People call me a freak too,” Magnus winked.

“You?” Selena gasped.

“Yes,” he nodded. “If people call you a freak, it means you are doing something different. Something bold. Something small minds will never be able to think of. So, it’s not an insult. Don’t forget that.”

YES THIS

AWWW THE LITTLE GIRL GAVE SELENA HER NECKLACE.

“Some people don’t like women in power.”

“Why not?”

“Because women get shit done.”

Selena giggled at that. “You said a bad word.”

“It’s not bad. Say it with me, Selena,” her mother said gently. “Women get shit done.”

YES WE GET SHIT DONE

“Are you saying I shouldn’t be afraid?” Selena asked. “I should be strong?”

“I'm saying you should be anything you want to be,” her mother kissed her head. “You can be brave like Izzy. You can be fearless like Emma. You can be kind like Cristina. You can be cool like Dru. You can be sensible like Maia. You can be confident like Lily. You can be smart like Tessa. You can be fierce like Diana. You can be geeky like me.”

Her mother held her face closely. “You get to decide what kind of woman you want to be. I want you to remember that - because there is no wrong way to be a woman.”

THIS! WE NEED TO HEAR THIS MORE OFTEN!

“The next time someone points fingers at you because you are a woman, go ahead and break them.”

DO IT

This was her mother.

Clary Fairchild. One of the most powerful shadowhunters.

Selena sometimes forgot that. Sometimes you forget your mom is so much more than your mom.

There is a person underneath that – someone full of dreams and hopes and talents you could never imagine.

SHE’S LITERALLY SO POWERFUL AND AMAZING IF I SEE ONE MORE PERSON HATE ON HER I'M GONNA KILL THEM

THE IDRIS VISION EDYUGYFEUGYUKGFEWUYTGFEWUTFEW7FE

Rafe was going to be their leader. He would be Selena’s Consul. She knew it.

Gigi was going to be just like Aunt Izzy. An amazing inventor. A chaos to be reckoned with.

Lexi was going to be the best fighter in the whole world. She would fly above everyone and everything.

And David and Max…Well, they seemed very happy with each other. Selena supposed that was enough. Like Uncle Alec and Magnus. To find something you can be happy with no matter what. Because sometimes there was no greater purpose than love.

And Selena….She knew exactly what she was going to do.

She was going to lead all of them back to Idris.

Explain why I'm crying reading this. I love them all so much. They mean so much to me already. SELENA ONE DAY YOU’RE GONNA LEAD THEM ALL BACK TO IDRIS I KNOW YOU WILL

This chapter was beautiful. I'm gonna be in a corner crying in case someone needs me. See ya on Friday!! (well technically it’ll be Saturday for me since for me the updates come after midnight)

THIS GAVE ME LIFE. LIFE, YA HEAR ME?

Also my favorite comment (which I might print on something) - GODDAMIT WOMAN DON'T HAVE CHILDREN IF YOU CAN’T TAKE CARE OF THEM

Also this made me laugh out loud so hard >> - GODDAMN IT JULIAN BLACKTHORN MANAGED TO BE A BETTER PARENT 12

#my bad about them tears but I am glad you enjoyed this one!! #lbaf #thank you!

[scuttling]

While You Were Sleeping (Okay, in a Coma)

Fandom: Criminal Minds Pairings: Derek Morgan & Latina Original Female Character Aaron Hotchner/Latina Original Female Character Derek Morgan/Spencer Reid Word Count: 2,058 Chapters: 1 of ? WIP Tags: SFW so far, Sophie is not in the BAU, While You Were Sleeping (film) AU, Coffee shop, Unrequited love, Canon-typical violence, Slow burn

Summary: What happens when Derek Morgan, the man Sophie Cortes is secretly in love with, goes into a coma, and everyone around them mistakes her for his girlfriend? As if things weren't complicated enough, his boss is sweet, kind, incredibly handsome, and makes sure she's taken care of while Derek is in the hospital. Plus, she thinks one of Derek's coworkers is more secretly in love with him than she is. Feelings shift, but how does Sophie explain to the world that she fell for Aaron while Derek was sleeping, without hurting everyone she's come to care about?

Read on AO3 or read more below! The morning that changes Sophie Cortes’s life forever begins much like any other: she wakes up at 3 AM to her blaring alarm, slides out of bed with a groan, tugs off the oversized t-shirt she slept in and pulls on a sports bra and leggings to go for a run. She knows this makes her sound like a lunatic, but with her schedule, if she doesn’t exercise before the crack of dawn, it just doesn’t happen.

After her run, she goes home to shower and change, grabs her bag and drives to The Busy Bean, the coffee shop she co-owns with her best friend Jocelyn. Jocelyn is the brains of the operation, the one with all the great marketing ideas, the one who handles the finances and vendors and supply issues and makes sure everything is Fair Trade or else—Sophie bakes cookies and makes macchiatos, but everyone’s got their strong suits.

She loves the coffee shop more than anything, its bright brick walls and dark wood floors, the smell of fresh beans and sugar, the bustle of regular customers they get from being so near Quantico; most of them are serious suit types, always in a hurry, but some of them are sweet, take their time to say good morning, like Sophie’s favorite customer, Derek.

She knows Derek is a fed of some sort, even though he’s not usually in a suit. He has that air about him, like he’s powerful and capable, like he’s seen things, but he never fails to flash her a megawatt smile, to lean against the counter while she makes his mocha and ask her how her morning is going. She’s a little bit in love with him.

Jocelyn knows this, and always makes sure Sophie is the one to wait on him; when she calls Sophie out from the kitchen specifically because Derek’s there, she knows he knows, and she flushes, but he says she makes his drink better than anyone, always asks her for a cookie recommendation on Fridays so he can take a box to the office, so she thinks it might not be completely one sided. Maybe. Or he’s just a really, really sweet guy.

On the morning that changes her life forever, he’s still very sweet, but she also sees a side of him she’s never seen before.

Someone tries to rob them. The man walks right up to the counter, no mask, no nothing, and tells her to put all of the money from the register into a cookie box or he’ll pull out the gun he’s got in his pocket and blow her face off. Her first instinct is to be pissed about this, which she knows is really stupid. She takes a step back, looks at the guy like he’s an idiot, crosses her arms.

“Are you fucking kidding me? Do you know how hard we work for this money? We don’t sit around… playing video games in our mom’s basement, like you do, by the looks of it.” The guy is obviously not happy about this, slams his hands down on the counter, and Derek, who is two spots behind him, leans slightly out of line to get her attention.

“Sophie, is this guy bothering you?” Before she can answer, the guy turns to look at Derek; he takes one glance at his hot, strong physique, and then his gun and his badge thing, and books it out of the shop. Derek tears off after him, and Sophie can see this ending very badly, so she grabs Jocelyn, asks her to cover the register and tells her she’ll be right back.

She jogs outside, expecting to see Derek manhandling the dumbass robber, or at least still chasing after him; she does not expect to see Derek laying on the ground, bleeding out, a bullet wound in his stomach.

“Oh my god, Derek!” She skids to a halt next to him, pulls off her apron—it’s mostly clean, she thinks—and lifts up his shirt, presses it to the wound to stop the bleeding. “Are you okay? That’s dumb, you’re not okay, but can you hear me? Are you going to die?” He chuckles, and that makes her feel a little better, but then he coughs up blood, and that makes her feel much, much worse.

She pulls her phone out of her back pocket, calls 911, and just stays with him, talks to him about nothing and everything, until the police and paramedics arrive. At that point, he has passed out, looks drained and weak, so unlike the Derek she has come to know… and love. Fuck. If he dies because of something that happened at her shop…

“Excuse me, miss, but we need to get him on the stretcher,” an EMT says, putting his hand gently on her shoulder. She backs off, knows he needs to be attended to, but she can’t leave him, she just can’t.

“Can I ride to the hospital with him? Please,” she asks the other tech, and she glances at her partner, who nods. Sophie sighs a breath of relief, sends a text to Jocelyn explaining what happened and that she’ll need to be out of the shop for the foreseeable future.

She notices that Derek’s phone has fallen off of his belt, and she picks it up, since the paramedics don’t seem interested. She absently decides to look through his recent contacts, to see if there’s someone she should inform of the accident: the last number he dialed belongs to someone named Hotch, and she vaguely remembers him mentioning the name before. It might be his boss, or something? He dials the number frequently, anyway, so she figures it’s worth a shot.

“Hotchner,” the man answers after two rings, and Sophie sighs, glad she got through to someone. Even if he’s not the person she should be contacting, he might know how to reach them.

“Uh, hello. I’m pretty sure you’re Derek’s boss, but even if you aren’t, you’re the last person he called, so… There’s been an accident. Derek’s been shot. We’re headed to the GWU Medical Center; I thought you would want to know.” She can hear the man moving some papers in the background, banging something around on his desk, maybe.

“We’re on the way; how bad is it? Is he conscious? What happened?” The paramedics signal for her to hop into the back of the ambulance, so she does, and she takes Derek’s limp hand. Her eyes well up with tears, and it feels real, now, that she has to relive it.

“There was someone trying to rob the coffee shop, and—and Derek went after him; he had a gun, and I guess he shot him. I mean, he obviously shot him. In the stomach. He’s not conscious; I don’t know how bad it is, but he was coughing up blood. Oh, god,” she breathes, voice shaky, and the man on the phone makes a soft sound of reassurance.

“It’s alright. He’s a very strong person, I promise you. He’ll be okay. You said you were headed to GWU Medical Center; are you with him now?”

“Yes. The paramedics let me ride with him. I can text you an update when we get there, his room number if he has one.” She can hear him talking to someone else in the background, but it only takes him a moment to answer.

“Please do. We’ll be there as quickly as we can. Thank you,…?” He pauses, clearly wondering who the hell she is.

“Oh, Sophie. Sophie Cortes.”

“Aaron Hotchner. Thank you. We’ll see you soon.”

The paramedics push Derek into the emergency room entrance, and Sophie follows behind, feeling anxious and out of place, and worried about his injury. They push the gurney through a set of double doors, and Sophie goes to follow, but a stern looking nurse in gold scrubs puts a hand in front of her, doesn’t even look up from her clipboard.

“You can’t go in there.” Sophie’s heart-rate jumps, and she shakes her head.

“I need to go in there, I need to make sure he’s okay. Please.”

“Are you family?” she asks, giving her a once-over; she clearly decides that Sophie is not family, and she doesn’t want to lie, anyway.

“No, I’m not family, but—”

“Like I said, you can’t go in there. Family only.” She moves her arm, waits like she dares Sophie to try, but she just sighs, sags against the wall, and the woman walks away.

“But you don’t understand,” Sophie says weakly, to herself. “I’m in love with him.” She brings up a hand to scrub at the tears forming in her eyes, and another nurse, one with blue scrubs and braids and a kind smile, rests a palm on her shoulder.

“Come with me.” Sophie looks up at her—she looks kind of like an angel, but it’s probably just the fluorescent lighting—and nods, follows.

She takes her through a staff only door, sneaks her into the OR hallway, where they can peer through a window at Derek, surrounded by doctors, surgeons, nurses. Sophie has only seen this kind of stuff on TV, so she doesn’t know how it’s going, but the nurse who brought her tells her to stay there for one second and bustles off.

It’s really scary to watch: there are bloody cloths being thrown around, and tubes and clamps and other medical devices she’s not sure the use for, but after a moment, she can see a doctor lift up a pair of surgical pliers, and there’s a bullet between the prongs. That’s a good sign, she’s pretty sure.

The nice nurse comes back, and she scares the shit out of Sophie when she puts a hand on her arm, making her jump a foot. She smiles apologetically, and Sophie returns it.

“I found out his room number, if you’d like to go sit and wait for him to be brought in. It's an ICU, so technically visiting hours haven’t started yet, but I can make an exception—for an hour, okay?” Sophie nods, wraps her hands around the nurse's wrists.

“Thank you so much. Really—I just need to know he’s okay,” she says, and the woman nods understandingly and takes her to room 104, where Derek will be placed after surgery.

She texts the number to Derek’s boss, takes a seat on the chair in the corner of the room. She gets restless quickly, stands up, uses the bathroom sink to scrub at her hands, because they’re still stained with Derek’s blood. It’s quiet, eerily so, until suddenly it isn’t.

Derek is wheeled in on a bed by a couple of nurses; he looks a little better, all wrapped up in gauze, and they hook him to machines, displaying a steady heartbeat. She breathes a sigh of relief. He’s alright. He’s not dead. That’s incredible news. She takes his hand, wills herself not to cry, murmurs that she’s so happy he’s alive.

As soon as the nurses leave, a group of people who can only be Derek’s coworkers enter the room. There is a tall, serious looking man with dark hair and a dark suit; a woman with thick fringe, a kind face; an older guy with facial hair who looks worried and weary; a skinny guy who looks about the same as Sophie feels; a petite blonde woman with the bluest eyes Sophie’s ever seen; and another blonde woman with crimped hair and glossy lips who has absolutely been crying. They look at Sophie, and she stands, drops Derek’s hand.

“Um, hi, I’m—”

“Who are you?” a doctor says suddenly from behind the group. The kind nurse who let her see Derek is behind him. The serious looking man reaches into his pocket, flashes a badge with a no-nonsense expression.

“We’re with the FBI. We’re his coworkers.” He looks over at Sophie, and she takes a deep breath. Before she can explain who she is, the kind nurse steps around the doctor, flashes Sophie a smile.

“And she’s his girlfriend.”

Uh. What the fuck?

Derek’s coworkers exchange a look that says pretty much the same thing; the tall skinny one looks like his heart has been broken.

Sophie opens her mouth to correct that extremely incorrect assumption, but she can’t find the words, and then she passes out.

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[sleepingthroughmyproblems]

Mardi 15:45

Lola is annoyed at Redouane filming, especially since he isn’t helping them out. Redouane asks Tiff if she isn’t too sad about missing “the party of the year”. Bilal asks “are you stupid or what? that will be her first night with her daughter”. Tiff says she is kind of sad, that she’ll miss them. 

Jo asks Tiff if she’s been with her daughter already, and what she thought of it. Tiff says she is very cute, and Jo asks if Tiff took pictures, but Tiff said she didn’t have time to because the social worker was there and she had to be on top of everything, but that she’ll take a picture on Friday.

Bilal asks “so this kid still doesn’t have a name?” and Tiff says that no, because she’s still hesitating between Mégane and Charlotte. The crew starts pulling faces, so Tiff asks them whether they don’t like those names, and Jo says “so your daughter will either be named after a car or a dessert?” (T/N: the Renault Mégane is a very popular French car, and “charlotte” is a type of cake - the cartoon character “Strawberry Shortcake” is known in France as “Charlotte aux Fraises”, since Charlotte is both a name and a cake!). 

Tiff says this isn’t helping. Maya says she likes the name Gaïa, but everyone says no. Jo says they should avoid hipster names such as Eglantine (wild rose), Racine (root) or Fenouil (fennel), and that they need something that packs a punch, something short...with one consonant...and one vowel...”Jo”. Tiff says “girl, I love you, but “Jo” isn’t a name, it’s a shortening of one”. Then Jo starts mumbling that “Jocelyne” isn’t so bad either, that it’s an hommage to her grandmother, who used to burn her bras in the 70s.

Then Tiff asks “Max, what was your name before?”, and after an awkward silence, Lola says “hey, it’s not really ok to ask that”, so Tiff says “sorry, I didn’t know, I’m sorry”. Max says “I know it’s hard to choose a name. Mine came from something that made me laugh. There was a group of guys in middle school who wouldn’t stop bothering me. A bunch of assholes. One day they locked me inside the toilet to...I didn’t know what to do. I wrote to a trans guy I followed on twitter, an activist. He felt that I was in a really bad place because of all of that, I remember he made a joke to help me relax: “do you know how many trans guys are needed to change a lightbulb?”” Bilal asks “how many?” and Max replies “only one, but it takes two years”...

They don’t understand but Max keeps going “I made a joke in return, and so did he, and for an hour it was a joke contest. It’s thanks to him that I was brave enough to report it. We became friends, and when I was hesitating between several names, he’s the only person I showed my list to. He immeditaly said I looked like a “Max”.”

#skamfr #skam france

[ladyhindsight]

When it’s all over, and you finally begin to see light at the end of the tunnel, the epilogue tries to pull some relationship bullshit even when there is no longer any incest plot to stop it.

This book was supposed to be the end and this part here is the only door open for any continuation. 

There’s not talk about whether the others know that Jace died and Raziel brought him back to life on Clary’s wish or whether they don’t know that Jace died and merely believe that Raziel merely healed his founds from the fight with Sebastian. The way this is written gives room to refine the facts to suit the events in the subsequent installments.

Funnily enough, Clare has also forgotten than Jace had a parabatai and it would had some effect on it, but the bond and whether Jace’s death had any effect on it even momentarily remains unmentioned.

→ “The towers of Alicante glimmered in the distance, their former glory restored.”

Don’t you mean AdOpTiVe FaThEr, because in the final chapter the fact that Jace was Valentine’s adoptive son was wedged in there for no seeable reason. Father is a father.

No contradictions here. Just facts.

I think 10-year-old is more a child than just “barely”?

For the hundredth time, Hodge should’ve been able to tell the difference between Jace and Sebastian. It makes absolutely no sense that he didn’t. Kids have faces, you know!

HE. SHOULD. HAVE. BEEN. ABLE. TO. TELL.

Your dumb plot is dumb. Later Clare tries to tell how much Jace resembles Stephen, his birth father, except around the eyes that are shaped like Céline’s. HOW COULD HE NOT KNOW? HODGE KNOWS WHAT BOTH OF THEIR PARENTS LOOK LIKE. KIDS HAVE FACES.

Probably everyone knows. “x knew” is another writing trick that Clare sows around and has for the whole book. Also emphasizing the fact that they are burning her father is unnecessary when Clary had no feelings about Valentine and his fatherhood anyway. Luke is her dad.

→ “They were burning Valentine today in the necropolis just outside the gates.”

I wouldn’t be surprised if Aline didn’t like Clary because there is like five girls in this book and none of them like each other. At least at first

More conversational and less like trying to establish some character would be: “I think she just says whatever comes to her mind.”

Maybe Aline is right about Jace being bored now with Clary because their relationship isn’t “forbidden” anymore and Clary thinks that, yeah, maybe.

AS. IF. How can you go through all this and then think that no, Jace no longer likes me because I am not forbidden to have relationship with. How little does Clary know Jace? Trying to squeeze out the final drops of will-they-won’t-they makes your characters look like idiots.

Case in point. Now Isabelle is dumb also.

There were two absolutely beautiful scenes in this book. The first one was when Clary showed herself to everyone as someone each person loved most, and all Jocelyn saw was Clary. The second on is this.

And it’s so unearned. They just fought and cried about Jace’s feelings and now they are friends?

Yes, that must be it. Total 180, just poof, out of nowhere. Does Jace know Clary at all?

Constantly staring at Jace because his backstory is the weirdest and most convoluted? Or that he’s the last Herondale (that they know of) alive? Or does this just sound a bit too egoistic.

And now Jace decides to question Valentine’s stories. The guy is dead! Maybe you should’ve done that a bit earlier about bigger things than some birthmark. And especially since when right after this Amatis tells him what it is, it’s irrelevant whether Jace believes Valentine or not.

No comma, what is wrong with you?

It wouldn’t be fair to Luke. The Luke who has pined after Jocelyn for 20 years? That Luke? And I honestly forgot what I was meaning to say about that clapping of hands and can’t remember. At this point, I don’t think I care anymore either.

Now this is character development. Clary finally asks permission to wear Amatis’s clothes. 👏👏👏👏👏

Why is a surprise at all? Sebastian wasn’t the Penhallows’ cousin so why would Lightwoods hold grudge anymore? Penhallows were betrayed as much as they were, though they did not lose a child.

Any black-haired character: Their hair was like spilled ink. Their hair was shockingly black.

Not having to hold secrets and hide your true self from everyone around you is freeing, it's a relief. Of course it is, but the way the narrative has treated Alec is that everyone else knows better than him about Alec’s own business and what he should do. 

Alec should do this, feel this, feel that, and it’s not Alec ridding himself of the weight on his shoulders. It would most likely be more rewarding if the narrative didn’t actively shame Alec for being in the closet and confused about his feelings.

Given Clary’s track record with other girls, that “if so, it was a good choice” doesn’t save this from sounding somewhat snide still. Also, let girls wear T-shirt they want to wear and don’t make it about some boy.

It went at least ten minutes. No way all that happened after Sebastian releasing the demons and Valentine dying took so little time. Also, if this was the end of a trilogy and the series weren’t to continue after this, why would you belittle such a battle like this? There was such a preparation for it and everything and then the battle was a really short one.

Say one more time it was ten minutes. I dare you.

So now they are all friendly and crushing on Simon together? Nothing in Maia and Isabelle’s relationship makes sense and will not make sense in the future.

Magnus was told to be talking with Tessa, so specifying that the girl is indeed her is unnecessary. There was no other girl mentioned in between.

→ “Magnus broke away and came toward them, and the girl slipped into the shadow of the trees and was gone.”

I didn’t sit and read through the drivel about how Jace loved Clary the second he saw her, how he came awake in an instant, and how everything he did was for Clary back when neither even thought they were siblings to be served this one and moldy final step before they finally get together.

FINALLY. 

And Clary acts like this is a fucking surprise. I think it’s safe to say that aside from Valentine, the sole reason for anything plot related Jace has been Clary because it’s hasn’t been Alec or Isabelle or Max. Not Robert or Maryse, and definitely not Simon. Clary has been Jace’s motivation. “In part” is just putting it mildly.

You think. It’s great that this is addressed here but it was never part of Alec and Jace’s relationship or interaction or anything.

I am officially throwing up. Clary, you are special, I get it, even if it has to be on the expense of other important relationships. How can you be parabatai to someone and not give yourself to them completely (though not romantically, of course)? How’s that supposed to work? Or am I confusing this with Jaeger pilots.

No comma, same subject. 

→ “Jace made an inelegant noise; he was trying not to laugh and only semi-succeeded.”

You all over there are acting like you don’t even know each other. And Clary still keeps seeing things in surprise for the umpteenth time. And I am so sick of it.

I am so sick of “—and”, it’s used so many times that it’s coming out of my ears and haunting my nightmares. And oh my god, Jocelyn hasn’t dressed up but still Luke totally thinks she is absolutely perfect? What?? As if relationships are supposed to work like this???

I am so sick of this nice little ending like this is some satisfactory and fulfilling end to all crap that happened. This book sucks, fuck it and fuck all.

#Clary Fray #Jace Herondale #Isabelle Lightwood #Alec Lightwood #Simon Lewis #Magnus Bane #Luke Garroway #Hodge Starkweather #City of Glass #CoG Epilogue