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ihavethedreamies · 3 months

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Love or Hate (1) | Jongho

Choi Jongho - ATEEZ

Word Count: ~3.2k

Pairing: Jongho x AFAB!Reader

Genre: Reader-Insert, Fluff, Pining, Angst? Reader gets cranky, Jealousy

Warnings: She/Her Pronouns used, almost a slight moment with Wooyoung

Summary: You have developed a strong crush on your best friend over the two years you have known him. One day, all your emotions just boil over.

Part 1; part 2 will be smut u3u

Part 2: Sweet or Spicy

Part 3: Sweet? or Spicy?

Edit: I did change the banner images so this isn't new or changed otherwise...

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You had been friends with Jongho for a few years. You met both of your Freshman year and now the end of Junior year was approaching. It was at some kind of Freshman event that all the clubs and school organizations were at to try and recruit new members. Walking around the rec center gym where a bunch of booths were set up, you were looking at some brochures on an unmanned table when you quite literally ran into him. When you turned to walk elsewhere, you smacked into someone's chest and you yelped, pulling back quickly, your hand over your mouth. Since you were pretty short, even though he wasn’t super tall for a guy, he was bigger than you. Also, not just from literally faceplanting into him, you could tell he was strong. His pants were extremely tight and so was the long-sleeve button up he had on.

"Woah!" He steadied you by placing his hands on your shoulders and even his hands felt ridiculously strong.

"I'm so sorry!" You apologized again, not normally very clumsy. At first you wondered why he had been so close to you, but the place was quickly growing packed and there wasn’t too much room to move around. The event was supposed to be outside with more room, but it was pouring so they had to set up inside. Due to the amount of people, if you backed up too far you would be sitting on the table, so you were forced to stay close to him. What drew your attention most was that he was in a dress shirt and pants with a vest. It was like…hot as balls out even with the rain. Why was he so covered up?

Someone excused themselves behind him and he was forced even closer to move out of the way, and his hand had still not moved from your shoulder.

"A-are you wanting to look at this?" You pointed behind you, shuffling to the side so he could look at the brochures. There was a map of campus laid out on the table as well, both things explaining all of the different places and things you could do. He smiled and moved up to where you had been and so you grabbed a pamphlet and went to move on, but he called out to you.

"Do you work in the weight room?" he asked.

"Oh, yeah. Why?"

"I saw you there yesterday. Is there a time where it’s less busy?" He had picked up a flyer and walked over to you and once again someone brushed by him, and you found him even closer to you again.

"Um, the early morning. We open at like six, there aren’t too many people then." Most people did not like hearing that. You went to bed and woke up early so you didn’t mind working then. It actually paid more than in the evening because most people don’t want to work that early.

"Great, thanks…"

"(Y/N)." you told him, holding out your hand for him to shake and he returned it.

"Jongho."

After that he would come by the weight room when you were working and since it was slow that was also when you worked out. You weren’t great with cardio since you had asthma as a kid and so you just lifted. It made you laugh when he came in because he always wore long pants and long sleeves, whereas you would be in a sports bra and capris leggings. Eventually you began hanging out outside of the weight room and you joined his group of friends. They were…a lot. Most of the time, Jongho and you would sit off to the side and watch as Seonghwa tried to calm the chaos. One night you were hit really hard by the fact that you had gotten a crush on the youngest of the group. It was Sophomore year, and you were all hanging out in a small grassy courtyard behind the Liberal Arts building. It was nearing the end of the school year, and it was early spring, only a sweatshirt was needed even as the moon rose. Some of the boys were running around like children while you sat on a picnic blanket with Jongho, Hongjoong and Seonghwa. You were putting together some small Lego sets with the eldest when you heard a shrill cry of your name.

"(Y/N) help me!" Wooyoung screamed and you sighed but didn’t turn to look at him.

"Whatever it is, you deserve it!" You called back and he screamed again. Finally, you turned to see what was happening and he was being held captive by San as Mingi and Yunho bit his arm. Not having any idea how it had come to this you deadpanned at the scene and sighed. Getting up, you shot Hongjoong a look and he looked up from where he was writing notes of a new song, his guitar on his lap.

"Aren’t you dad? Seonghwa's mom? When did I turn into mom?"

"When Jongho became dad." Hongjoong told you and glared at him. He wasn’t wrong. Jongho was the scariest and if Wooyoung or San were being annoying he would just pick them up or squeeze their hand real hard. He could even throw a Mingi over his shoulder if need be.

"Why am I mom?" You looked quickly at Jongho who was leaning against the tree, his eyes closed, earbuds in. Seonghwa snorted and you glared at him then.

"Please." He scoffed and you flinched.

"What is that supposed to mean?" You questioned and the eldest shot Hongjoong a look himself and they had a silent conversation.

"Whatever-"

"(Y/N)!!!!!" Wooyoung screamed again and you knew you would have to do something before you all got in trouble. Groaning, you jogged over to them, prying San's arms off of Wooyoung while flicking Yunho and Mingi hard on the forehead. They yelped dramatically and fell back, holding their heads. San lunged to grab Wooyoung again and the younger one hid behind you, using you as a shield.

"Uh, guys-" Yeosang, who was standing nearby trying to watch, but not get involved, called out.

"Jung Wooyoung!" you scolded as he squatted behind you, holding your legs, pressing his cheek to your butt. His hand was wrapped around your thigh and your face felt warm having him hold you like that.

"Wooyoung-" Yeosang was ignored again and suddenly the other three looked at something behind you in fear.

"What?" You tried to turn and look too but there was a person attached to you.

"Oh my gosh, let go!" When you reached to pry his arms off of you, he just held on tighter, his other hand landing on your inner thigh.

"Ah!" he screamed out of nowhere and he was off of you. You stumbled at the force of what yanked him off and teetered before getting your balance.

"What the-" You finally turned and saw Jongho had pinned Wooyoung down on the ground and was holding his arms behind his back. He wasn’t doing it hard enough to hurt him, but he was restricting him from moving.

"Ow, ow, ow!" He yiped and seeing the display of strength, and the fact that he was doing it to rescue you, made your heart thud against your rib cage. That must have been what Yeosang was trying to warn of and why the other three got startled. The fabric of Jongho's sweatshirt spread tightly over his back as he wrangled the older boy, his jeans hugging his butt and thighs perfectly, and it hit you. Throwing your hand over your mouth, everything that everyone had been seeing but you suddenly sprung to mind. Whenever you needed help with anything, Jongho was there. If you ever were upset or even excited, you went to Jongho first. He bought you your favorite snacks when you met up and you always sat next to him. When you were sick, he would go to your dorm room and take care of you. If it was cold, you would let him huddle up to you for warmth. Also, you were made aware of the way you would ogle him all the time. Not only was he handsome and had the voice of an angel, he was thick in the best kind of way and everything he wore was always tight. Even though he barely even showed his forearms, to you he was extremely attractive in every way.

"I think she figured it out." Seonghwa chuckled quietly to Hongjoong.

"About time."

For almost a whole year you had been crushing on Jongho, but you hadn’t the courage to do anything about it. You were scared that if he didn’t like you back in that way, it would ruin your friendship. So, you just held it inside and your crush grew and grew. Afraid to admit it, even in your own thoughts, you were falling in love with him even though you weren’t even dating. There had definitely been times when he would flirt with you, and you would give it back. But who knew if it meant anything past just being playful. One night when you were all at your apartment, eating, drinking, and playing video games, you had a bit too much to drink. You tended to get emotional and cry easily when you were drunk, and you could feel tears pricking your eyes with no prompting. Not wanting the boys to see you like that and make fun of you, you shuffled back into your room, mumbling about going to the bathroom. Instead, you just sat on your bed, sniffling.

"(Y/N), are you okay?" Wooyoung knocked on the door, peaking in and pushing it the rest of the way open.

"M'fine." you mumbled, and he fully entered, kneeling in front of you.

"What's wrong, why are you crying?" His hands cupped your cheeks, wiping the tears away.

"Dunno."

"You don’t know?"

"Mhmh." He cooed at your cute tipsy state and his hand moved from your cheek to your jaw. He couldn’t help himself anymore, you were way too cute. He leaned forward, his nose bumping yours and you sobered up quick. You quickly held your hand up, placing it between you two and he blinked in surprise.

"S-sorry, Wooyoung, you, uh-"

"I'm not Jongho?" The older boy sighed, and you gaped.

"I might be a dumbass, but I'm not an idiot, (Y/N)."

"M'sorry." you muttered, and he shook his head with a small smile.

"Not surprised. Though, I think you should tell him. I don’t like you coming in here to cry about it." He stood up and held his hand out to help you get up from where you were sitting on your bed. Giving him a shy smile, you let him help you up and you both went back out to the crazies.

"Where'd Jongho go?" you asked, and Yunho waved toward the door to the balcony. The door was propped open with a wedge, and you went to join him out there. Better than later, especially with some liquid courage in your system. For some reason though, when you reached for the handle, you halted. Fear gripped you and with a sigh, you took a step back and went back to sit on the couch. Wooyoung shot you a look from where he sat on the floor, and you shook your head. When Mingi asked if you wanted another drink you denied and sat watching them play games. Maybe another time…

Looking at the time on your phone, you huffed from where you stood. You were waiting outside of Jongho's classroom, ready to be done for the day. He was going back to your apartment with you because you needed help putting together your new desk. While you could manage physically, you were really bad at reading directions, and he offered to help after you started to complain about it. There were still some kids leaving the classroom since they had to gather the materials they needed for some presentation project. When what seemed like the last kid had left, he still hadn’t come out. The teacher had even left already, so you got up from the bench and went far enough into the room that you could look around the corner at the end of the entryway. He was still in there, two girls sitting at the table with him. Must have been in his group. For some reason, seeing them there so close to him made you really mad. Maybe it was because they were making you wait longer for him, but it was more how close they were sitting to him. It was not necessary, and they laughed at something he said a little too hard. He was funny, sure, but that was too much to make sense. When the brunette to his left rested her hand on his arm you saw red. Looking at the drink you had gotten him, you sneered and stormed into the room, clenching the cup tight. You had waited ten minutes between standing in line and getting the beverage for him, then you had to wait while he was flirting around! They didn’t notice you until you sidled up to the table and slammed the drink in front of him, the ice rattling in the liquid.

"I'm going home." you snapped and turned aggressively, storming back out. You knew you were getting a little too mad. He was your best friend, sure, but you two weren’t even going out, but you just got so upset. Why didn’t you have the courage to flirt with him like that? Why didn’t you have the courage to confess to him?

"(Y/N)!" he shouted behind you as you stomped down the hall toward the entrance. You heard one of the girls call something out as well, but you couldn’t hear it as you shoved hard against the push handle of the door, throwing it open. The cool late spring air smelled like rain, the wet pavement evidence there was a short downfall while you were waiting for him.

"(Y/N)!" he called you again, much closer now. Damn your tiny legs.

"Wait!" Jongho was right behind you, and you just kept going.

"Hey!" He sounded mad, his hand grabbing your wrist so he could haul you to turn around and face him. He was taken aback by your red cheeks and eyes and the fire in your gaze. His grip wasn’t tight but even being stronger than the average college girl, there was no point in even trying to fight him. His face hardened and he pulled you closer to him, his nose almost touching yours.

"Why are you so mad?" he snapped, and tears flowed down your cheeks like when a pot boiled over. The burner heating your anger shut off and you just started to sob.

"H-hey." His anger dissipated immediately as well, and he used his hold on your wrist to pull you into him, hugging you. You balled your fists up against chest, trying to push him off to no avail. You weren’t fighting that hard anyway.

"Let go." You cried pitifully and he knew you didn’t mean it.

"What's wrong?" He pulled back just enough so he could look at your blotchy face. Avoiding looking at his face, one of his hands came softly to your chin so he could move your head, making you look at him.

"I hate you." You mumbled and he almost didn’t catch it, but your tone was insincere.

"Uh-huh." He scoffed. You said that a lot when you were pouty. You hated things quite easily when you didn’t mean it.

"I hate your stupid handsome face. I hate your stupid pretty voice. I hate your stupid deliciously tight pants. I hate your stupid gorgeous hands-" You were rambling, and he stared at you in shock. Sure, you were saying you hated him in multiple aspects, but they were more or less compliments. They ultimately were also confessions, each one.

"(Y/N), (Y/N), hey, slow down." You had told him you hated how sweet he was to you, how sexy his strength was, that he smelled good. In his head he turned each 'hate' to 'love', and he translated your rant. I love that you are so hot when you’re scary. I love that you're so effortlessly powerful. I love that you look good in literally anything. I love that you know me so well. I love, hate, love, hate…When you kept going, he chuckled, releasing you from his hold, but moving both hands to cup your jaw. He cut your rant off with his lips on yours, swallowing your next words. You squeaked in shock as the kiss turned from a sweet 'shut up' into something extremely heated. You sighed out a moan, your eyes slipping closed, and he slipped his tongue in your mouth. One of Jongho's hands moved to the back of your head, tilting it, and pulling you closer. The other found your waist and you pressed closer to him, his hard body unrelenting against your much softer one. Your head swam and it's like his breath was fanning the flame building in your belly. When he finally, reluctantly, pulled away, you were both breathing hard.

"You still need help building that desk?" Both his hands were on your waist, his thumbs rubbed your stomach over your sweatshirt. Yeah, then you can bend me over it…

"Y-yeah." The reality of the situation hit you, and he pulled back, linking his hand with yours.

"Come on." As you two walked off campus and toward your place, you let him lead you, lost in your head. Your fingers were constantly brushing over your lips, not sure if you were more shocked by the kiss or the things you said leading up to it.

"So, I'm stupidly handsome?" He started and you groaned.

"Oh, god."

"My voice is pretty?"

"J-Jongho-"

"My pants are deliciously tight?"

"Please stop-"

"Gorgeous hands?"

"…"

"I'm sweet? Sexy? Smell good?"

"Uh…"

"Hot when I'm scary? Powerful? Look good in literally anything? What was that last one?"

"…that you know me so well…" He stopped right in front of your building, and turned to look at you, your hand still in his.

"Obviously not as well as I should."

"What?"

"If I knew you so well, I should have realized you liked me back."

"Well, I tried- wait, like you back?"

"Yes, silly girl." He smirked and held up your linked hands in front of your face.

"I love that you so readily hold my hand. I love how cute you are, especially when you're mad. I love hearing you laugh. I love how big my sweatshirts look on you. I love how you can split an apple in half like how I taught you. I love that you always spoil me by cooking for me. I love watching your cute little ass in your little shorts when you're at home. I love that you use the perfume that matches my cologne. I love how passionate you get about things you like. I love how you can problem solve anything. I love that you are so small but so strong. I love that you're always by my side." He listed off and you were crying again. You sniffed happily and he pulled you into another hug, you dug your fingers into the leather of his jacket.

"I hate you." You mumbled into his chest, and he laughed.

"I love you too."

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lmh8903 · 7 months

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Benny Rodriguez x Reader Pt 1.

Lil intro: Hi, my name is Y/N McClennan, I'm the older sister of Alan McClennan, but everyone calls him YeahYeah. I am 17 years old, a junior, and I have the best boyfriend ever, Phillips. I love baseball. I used to play at the Sandlot with the boys, but when I started dating Phillips, the boys got really pissed at me. It's been about a year since I've touched a baseball or even talked to my old friends, which was when I started dating Phillips. This has been incredibly hard since the boys have been my best friends for as long as I can remember. However, the only thing I can really do about it now is to accept the fact that I broke their trust. Especially Benny's.

Actual Story: Y/N's POV

I was incredibly excited for today. It was finally the official last day of my junior year. After a long and anticipated wait, school just got out, and now it's time for one of my last summers in the San Fernando Valley.

Of course, as part of my everyday routine, I walked up to Phillips's locker. "Hey," I said.

"Hey, baby," Phillips replied as he kissed my cheek. He grabbed my hand, and I gladly took it, but out of the corner of my eye, I noticed something unusual. Benny was looking at us, and it was clear he wasn't too thrilled.

This made me a little upset and curious because Benny and I were best friends for almost as long as I can remember. The day that our friendship ended was the day that I told him I started dating Phillips, which will be a year in two days. Everyone except Scotty and my brother rebelled to get me off their team, and we haven't talked since.

I still remember how he looked when I told him. He didn't look pissed off, he just looked sad and disappointed. The pain in his eyes, the betrayal. I understand that he and Phillips don't get along, but as my best friend, I was hoping he would have been supportive. I didn't realize I was thinking so much until Phillips cut me off.

"You okay babe?" Phillips asked.

"Yeah, of course, I'm fine," I replied with a slight smile.

He turned around, clearly knowing I was lying. Benny was still looking at us. "You're looking at Rodriguez?" Phillips asked.

"Oh, um yeah. I just wanted to make sure he saw this," I said as I passionately kissed Phillips. I don't even know why I did this. I would've liked to have mended my relationship with Benny, but this just shows that I don't care. How could I be so fucking stupid?

We pulled away when we heard a locker door and a door slam. I looked at where Benny was standing. He was gone. I could tell he was infuriated. I could kind of feel his pain in a way. It was obvious Benny was irritated when he saw us before I made the rash decision of kissing Phillips in front of him. I should have just left it at that.

In all honesty, I've always had a little crush on Benny. The way he is so passionate about baseball, it's pretty hot. Once Benny and I talked about the future, and what we wanted. He made it very clear that he did not have time for a relationship, nor did he want one. I knew at that moment I had to move on. So, I went with someone who had put in the effort of trying to impress me and decided to give him a chance.

I love Phillips, I mean, he's great, and we're super happy, but sometimes I wonder how happy I would be with Benny. I really miss him. After all, he was my best friend. I'm going to talk to Yeah-Yeah when I get home to see if the boys would let me back on the team. They really were the best and most loyal friends a girl could have. And what did I do? I started dating their enemy. Like who does that? Thinking about it now, I see why they kicked me off the team, and I wouldn't blame them if they didn't want to be friends again.

After thinking, Phillips and I start walking to his house. It's only a couple of blocks, so we don't feel the need to drive. It's nice walking with him. It's giving me time to clear my head and push out any doubts that I have.

Phillips then breaks the silence, "Y/N, are you okay? You've been acting weird since we saw Rodriguez." I sigh and reply, "I don't know. I just really miss my friends. I love you, and you know that, but I just wish they would get over it." Phillips responds, "I know you miss them. You also need to understand that, besides Rodriguez, there's an age difference there. They're only 14 and 15. Them being like this is somewhat valid, they're supposed to be immature, you know? Rodriguez, on the other hand, that's just immature." I don't say anything; I just give him a peck on the cheek and smile. We look up to see that we're standing outside his house. We go in, start watching movies, and cuddle.

After we get done hanging out at his house, I kiss Phillips goodbye, get in my car that I drove over to his house before school, and drive home. I start bawling in the car. Phillips made a lot of sense, but it doesn't hurt any less. I reach my driveway, park my car, and then head inside my house. I walk to Yeah-Yeah's room to go talk to him and see how the boys are doing. Once I get to his room, he's not in there. I guess he's still out with them. I then walk to my room and try to go to sleep in order to prevent myself from crying again.

After struggling to fall asleep for a few hours, I left my bedroom. I look in Yeah-Yeah's room to see if he's home. He's passed out cold. I have no one to talk to currently, so I walk to the one place I can fully clear my thoughts.

Lmk if y’all want part 2!! <3

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avocado-writing · 11 months

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the king and the nanny: ch2

bowser x gn!reader

1.75k words

part 2 of 4

rated: T (for now)

summary: you’re happy with your lot as nanny to the koopalings... until a chance encounter with the king sets your life off in a very different trajectory. this time, you're off on a race.

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You think it will be a while before you really see Bowser again. He is the king after all, he has important duties to see to. More important than you anyway, you tell yourself, resigned.

Imagine your surprise, then, when you walk into the game room and see him on the very beanbag you had him sat on last night, playing a video game with Junior.

Your name is spread as a chorus as the other Koopalings greet you, causing both Bowser and his youngest son to finally tear their attention away from the screen. Junior cheers and runs towards you as the king fights the unruly seat to get to his feet.

“Hey, Junior. You busy beating your dad at golf minigames?”

“Sure am!”

“Well, hey now, ‘beating’ is a strong—”

Bowser goes quiet as you scoop Junior up and rest him on your hip. He blinks.

“You can, uh, pick him up?”

“Of course,” you reply, “I’d have no chance if I couldn’t, would I?”

Bowser stares at your biceps, struck dumb in the moment, and your mind flits to the weight bench you have in your private quarters to train for this job.

“Huh,” Bowser says. There’s that look in his eyes again. The one that you saw the other night. You can feel yourself getting pretty warm, so you quickly wipe your hair out of your face and turn to the Koopalings, hoping to get a handle on the situation.

“What is everyone doing today?”

“Oh!” Lemmy announces, “Seeing as we’re all here, can we go karting?”

The older kids usually do what they want to, and it generally involves terrorising whoever they can get their hands on, but at this suggestion they all look up. You purse your lips and pretend to consider. Really; they don’t have to ask your permission to do anything, but it’s nice that they respect you enough to still hold that power.

“Alright then.”

A cheer goes up throughout the room and the kids start to pick themselves up to leave the room. Junior looks up at his dad.

“Are you coming too, dad?”

“Oh!” says Bowser, as if he hadn’t considered, “Well, uh…”

And he, the king, looks at you for permission too. You hide your smile of endearance behind one of enthusiasm.

“I think that’s a wonderful idea, s— Bowser.”

Bowser lights up, his grin full of teeth and a sincerity that makes your heart flutter. As the kids run ahead, you and Bowser fall into step at the rear. You were worried things would be awkward, considering your… evolving feelings; instead you find yourself lapsing into easy chatter.

“It’s not that I’m not pleased to see you, your majesty—” because you are, you really are, “—but don’t you have more pressing matters to deal with? Armies and the like?”

“Oh, it’s their union mandated day off, it’s fine.”

It takes a moment for that to register.

“Union?”

“Yeah. What, you not a part of the union?”

Bowser blinks, genuinely surprised.

“I didn’t realise there was one.”

“Whoa, you’ve got to join! It’s important that you’re unionised. The union is why we’ve got Taco Tuesday now. I’ll hook you up with the koopa that runs it, he’s a solid dude.”

He slows down when he notices you’ve stopped moving. You’ve been stunned to stillness.

“What?”

“Nothing! I just… I guess I didn’t expect that sort of organisation to be here.”

“Well, of course,” he drops his voice and moves in close. You know this is realistically because he’s trying to be surreptitious, but the sudden proximity makes your heart skip a beat, “You know there’s thousands of them, right? I’m super strong and whatever but in sheer numbers they could kick my ass.”

He winces and looks around to make sure none of his kids caught him using a bad word, relaxes a bit when he sees he’s gotten away with it. You laugh. You could get used to this side of him.

“Okay, I’ll check it out.”

The racing room is merely a turn away, and the two of you walk towards the start line of the huge track he’s had built into his castle for his kids to race on. The Koopalings are setting up their karts, and Bowser walks over to his own before hesitating. Just as he turns to ask you something —

“Will you ride with me?” asks Junior, who’s appeared at your feet. He’s doing those big puppy dog eyes, the ones you can’t say no to.

“Aww, I was gonna ask that,” huffs Wendy. You grin. It’s nice to be so high in demand.

“Next time, Wendy. Promise?”

You keep your promises, so she seems happy with the deal. Junior grabs your hand and excitedly drags you over to his kart where you carefully settle in behind him, careful not to hurt yourself on his spikes. They’re not as sharp as his dad’s but you don’t fancy testing it. Slowly everyone pulls up to the start line. You pat Junior reassuringly on the shoulder.

“Let’s get 'em, buddy.”

Junior grins and gives you a thumbs up, then gets ready to go.

The lights above you count down and you grip the sides of the kart as Junior revs the engine. When he stamps down on the accelerator the force of it pushes you back into your seat, but you find yourself chuckling breathlessly. God, he’s fast! But he easily takes every corner he comes up against - except for one narrow escape where the sidework scrapes against the barrier and you have to raise your leg up just in time - drifting like it’s a sixth sense. Really, it’s pretty impressive considering his age.

You take a look around the track. You’re neck-and-neck for third with Bowser, Ludwig and Roy in front. The king catches you looking and grins, accelerating harder and nosing into the lead against your little tag team.

You take that as a challenge.

“Get the box!” you shout, watching a series of rainbow, shining crates beginning to raise onto the track.

“On it!” Junior replies, skidding the card round another bend and through the power-up. You quickly look down to see what you’ve got - mushroom! Not bad.

“Brace yourself!”

You watch Junior hold onto the wheel even tighter, then slam your item down. It shatters as you get a violent burst of speed, and a torrent of wild, unrestrained laughter peals from your mouth. You overtake Bowser easily - but with just enough time for you to turn around and poke your tongue out at him. He looks flabbergasted, but then his smile just gets wider.

Ludwig only got banana peels, naturally, so he’s been throwing them over his shoulder like his life depends on it. Junior weaves between them easily but one lands right under Roy’s right wheel, causing him to skid out and fall back a few places. You hear him begin to curse in frustration and you make a note to have a word with him later about that language; right now you have a race to win.

Two-thirds of the way through the course. The finish line isn’t far. The two of you pass through another crate and you find yourself in possession of a green shell. You grip it in your dominant hand and rise unsteadily to your feet.

“Hold steady, kid!” you roar over the noise of the engine, line up Ludwig in your sight, and bowl the shell right at him. It’s a perfect strike and you fist-bump in the air, being slammed back down into your seat as Junior steers to avoid his spinning kart.

You’re in the lead - for a moment. Because then you hear the sound of a motor catching up, close. You look to your side and see Bowser closing the distance, inches from overtaking. His face is set with a determined grimace. He’s putting everything he has into the race and for a moment, just for a moment, you think you see the Bowser his enemies see: terrifying and single-minded. And just for that moment? It scares you.

You’re so preoccupied with staring that you don’t notice hitting another crate, and find a banana peel in your hands. Bowser has one too, and then he looks over to you, ferocious in his desire to win.

He takes in the way you’re looking at him, and his face contorts for a second in an emotion you can’t quite read.

And then he gives you the softest smile you’ve ever seen. Kind, gentle. And you realise that no, this is the real Bowser. The dad that races with his kids. The boss that checks his employees look after themselves.

The good man despite the image he projects.

With a little sigh of resignation, you see him toss the banana forward, and make a show of ‘accidentally’ driving right into it. He spins out, blocking his other kids from going past… and you and Junior cross the finish line first.

Confetti goes off and Junior whoops, jumping up onto his bonnet to celebrate his victory. You quickly come back to the moment. And find yourself grinning, hi-fiving the little dude in victory.

“We did it!” he cheers.

“We sure did! Good driving, kid.”

“Did you see that green shell! I thought you were gonna break Ludwig’s kart in half, it was amazing!”

The others have driven up by now and Wendy throws her remaining mushroom down in frustration.

“No fair! There were two of you against us on our own! We’re going again, no help this time!”

“But Wendy, I thought we were going to team up –” you begin, but hold back a laugh when she replies:

“I’m sorry, maybe next time, but this is a matter of pride. Let’s go!”

The Koopalings all seem to agree and begin to head back to the start line. You watch them with a smile and become aware of a presence behind you.

“Not going again?”

Bowser is watching the kids too, a look of pride in his eyes.

“No, one race is quite enough for me. I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but your children drive like maniacs.”

He laughs at that, his maw opening wide so you can see all his many, many teeth. You’re not afraid. In fact you’re feeling something else entirely, something you’re not sure that you want to address right now. You try to hide the warmth in your cheeks and hope the king doesn’t notice.

Oh no. You aren’t just in trouble, you realise.

You really have a crush on the king.

You’re fucked.

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JEAN THOUGHTS (LONG) (3K WORDS LONG) (PUTTING HALF OF IT UNDER A CUT) this is an extremely unstructured jeanessay really. a lot of thoughts i just piled in that have been in my brain that i wanted to get down.

THIS IS ALL LIKE. me coming up with shit btw. like. i try to keep things game canon and i shift stuff when i find out about it. but i am not immune to coming up with backstories and issues and personalities for these characters HELP

cw for mentions of drug and alcohol abuse, toxic partnerships, suicide attempts and suicidal ideation. also obviously this talks about fictional cops so

He and harry had worked on a few cases before harry’s encountered him

Jean’s old partner was a junior officer who graduated and went to work in searchlight (not jean’s receipt cop shit. Jean was happy to be on his horse and patrol the streets and hand out fines), and harry snatched jean up right after that. jean's good with teens i think. he sometimes looks after minot's kids (who are 14 and 16 respectively in my hcs)

Harry’s a guy who’s always drunk to avoid his problems. He used to go out drinking a lot with his friends when he was a teen (the 15th indotribe). Slowly all of them have died off, gone to prison, gotten shot, killed by the gang, suicide, drug overdose. Harry’s the only one left

He and his old cop partner used to get drunk and bitch at each other a lot. The old partner couldn’t handle harry’s depression. They were a negative feedback loop, feeding off each other’s negativity, seriously dragging each other down

Harry blew off the old cop when dora left bc harry was sick of the old cop’s bitterness and hopelessness and despair (but at the same time, said old cop had no patience for harry’s bitterness and hopelessness and despair)

So now harry’s been scanning for a new partner, just subconsciously because he thinks he’s fine to go it alone but I think something happens, like he almost gets killed or whatever and Pryce is like you’re a REALLY good cop. Get a partner or I’ll assign one to you. Can’t lose you

And then there’s jean. Who’s just lost his junior officer to searchlight. Who’s depressed but okay for now (he has a really “supportive” girlfriend (or so he thinks))

Harry grabs him. For the first year shit’s great. They mutually benefit each other. Jean pulls harry up, harry teaches jean how to be a really good cop (coz jean goes from patrol officer or sergeant to lieutenant; he’s SUPER unprepared for it and it’s extremely overwhelming, but jean’s smart and he manages (but it’s still drowning him)). They start to scheme something, a major crimes unit task force. “We’ll change the world, jean. We’ll shift the tides, we’ll raise revachol out of the ashes”

Both of them strongly believe in this

Then jean’s girlfriend leaves him. His girlfriend of six years. And it all starts to go downhill. Harry is like oh yeah I know how to deal with this. I can teach you how to cope.

(cont. below cut coz this is long af and SUPER unstructured)

Harry’s coping methods are awful. He’s like. Pour yourself into your work and ignore your issues. when you can’t work, get drunk. And jean, being ten years younger and lower in rank, is like oh yeah harry knows what he’s doing why else would he be such a good cop. Fully trusts his opinion. And as a result jean becomes a drunk and starts to spiral down with harry.

Harry pulls him down. But it’s jean’s idea to try drugs. And it just gets worse and worse and worse from there. Another negative feedback loop. But this one’s like. They’re there for each other. There to help the other up. there when the comedown comes and knocks the wind out of them. there for all the messy messy shit that comes from drug and alcohol abuse. there to save the other from suicide. They're tight as fuck. They tear each other apart. They’d die for each other. And jean, ever the impressionable type, gets SUPER attached to harry, super emotionally dependent on him. And vice versa tbh!!!! Codependent as fuck, super toxic partnership (bc they’re so drunk and high all the time it starts to get abusive from both ends), overworking themselves to death, in such a hell of their own making

In the depths of it, when it’s at the very bottom of the barrel, when it’s really awful, they’re the type of guys who’ll give up together and say fuck it, mutual suicide. if we go out, we go out together, yeah?

After jean almost dies of overdose I think, the fear of god gets put into him and he realizes he’s drowning and how bad this is. Realizes this has all gone to hell. Realizes he wants to live and realizes shit needs to get better. remembers their old pact, to save revachol, to make the world better. This isn’t it. Doing this will do nothing for them but kill them, and after almost dying himself, jean realizes he doesn’t want to die. They have to try harder. They can’t keep doing this. He knows how harry is when he’s not tearing himself apart. There have been times where everything quiets and calms down and it’s like the first year again and hope comes back and revachol comes back and the future comes back. Times where jean realizes what it COULD be. That’s the thing. He’s SO aware of what it COULD be. That every time he gives up hope, and the hope comes back, jean is like shit man. You know. Things CAN be ok. Please. Let’s fix this. i don’t like seeing us like this. I don’t like all that brilliant genius you have gone to waste. Let’s get better. jamrock needs us. Revachol needs us.

But harry refuses and refuses and refuses and refuses. He does NOT want to get better. He NEVER wants to get better, he wants to drown and he wants jean to be there with him and when jean refuses to drown with him, refuses the mutual suicide pact, harry leaves him. Fine jean, I don’t need your help, I don’t need ANYONE’s help

And when harry comes back and it’s someone else that’s pulled him out of the water of despair, jean’s SO FUCKING PISSED because he’s been trying SO GODDAMNED HARD and it just shows that he’s not good enough, that he wasn’t the right one, that only someone else could’ve helped harry, that no matter how hard he tried, jean would never have been enough. he's more fixated on this than on the fact that finally harry's getting better, and one has to kinda' realize oh. jean just wanted to feel needed. jean just wanted to be someone's personal savior. jean's been doing this for harry, yes, but he's also been doing it for himself.

I dont know how that gets resolved yet. After hitting rock bottom and realizing the only way he has to go is up, jean tries to get better and get help for himself and for harry. He is, as I like to call him, a consummate professional. He tries to shrug off the addictions and the alcohol and tries to pour himself into his work, and as a result the precinct is kinda’ scared of him because he’s so damn tough and pushy about it. Like the coping goes from getting high and drunk to pushing other people around and micromanaging everything. Like he was a good cop before, even when he was just on receipts. Now he’s an even better cop because of harry and despite everything

Kim’s gonna’ show up and rock the balance of it all entirely.

A. Harry’s better because of Kim, who’s only known him for a week. After all jean’s done for harry, after being there for him, it takes some guy who doesn’t even fucking KNOW him to make harry hopeful again

B. Kim’s method of leadership is different from jean’s. Jean micromanages Everything and trusts no one to his job for him. The only person who’s good for the job is himself. The only person he can trust is himself. No one can let him down if it’s just him, and he’s promised himself not to let himself down. Meanwhile, Kim puts his trust in people to do their assigned jobs, and when they break his trust, he throws his authority into it and pulls them back in line. Kim may not be as good a detective as jean (or harry for that matter) because he doesn’t keep his mind open to options Off the beaten path (such as how when in the game harry was like. This door in the whirling is important. And Kim’s like. It’s just a door harry, it doesn’t matter. And then completely blocked off that option as a possibility), but he’s a damned good leader. What he lacks in detecting, he makes up for by relying on other people he’s working with and working as a team. We all have our faults but we also all bring everything to the table. So Kim gets in there and he’s like, trying to work with everyone and totally getting in jean’s way because jean is being authoritarian as fuck whereas Kim is calmly taking it authoritative style.

C. Jean is very concerned about his professional image. C-Wing has become a joke to everyone in the precinct. Jean also knows that he and Harry themselves have become a joke in the precinct. Jean has made up for it by putting on this very strong, controlling front, putting the fear of god into everyone and getting them to respect him as a cop. But now here’s this kitsuragi guy and he operates DIFFERENTLY and jean is having a VERY hard time trying not to crack in front of him. Trying to keep up his professional front. Except that Kim has caught onto this and Kim likes competition, and he’s got it in his head he has to find a way to get jean to respect him and a way for jean to respect harry again because Kim absolutely HATES how jean treats harry now: no respect, completely hopeless that harry will get better and resentful of Kim for being the one there for harry when it should’ve been jean. Jean treats Kim with some begrudging respect and admiration because he’s trying to keep this professional front up. He respects Kim as a cop, and some part of him is thankful that SOMETHING got harry out of his deep dark hole. But jean hates to admit that it wasn’t him that could help harry. Hates to admit to himself that he just wasn’t right for him. hates to admit that he wanted to see harry better out of some selfish reasoning, and hates to admit that some other part of him liked seeing harry broken because it proved to jean that everything is indeed hopeless.

Jean is scared to be hopeful again.

But there’s harry. And he’s smiling. And he’s trucking through it. And he’s trying to come clean. And he’s trying to be there. For revachol. For Kim. He has a reason to live again.

And in some stubborn part of jean’s heart, it’s making him hopeful again, too. But he’s been burned SO many times he’s scared to let that back in. Scared that as soon as he’ll start hoping again, harry will plummet back into the dark, and he’ll finally lose him forever.

So in the meanwhile he hates on Kim. Tries to be professional and keep it together and all that but goddamn. Fuck this guy. Fuck him. He doesn’t know that harry won’t get better. He doesn’t know SHIT. He wasn’t there for him. There’s no way he’ll help.

And Kim has picked up on that! But he’s also picked up on the very small hint of hope that jean’s got in there. And the very small hint of gratitude jean’s got in there. And Kim, being Kim, liking competition, being petty, not liking how jean is being such an ass outwardly when he doesnt have to be, not liking how jean refuses to trust ANYONE, decides that he has to pry that hope and gratitude out of jean. He knows jean’s a good cop. He knows he’s a team player. He knows if he gets jean out here, and if jean and harry are truly friends again, C-wing will finally be worth its mettle again. And if harry really wants to “change the world” as he’s been talking about, Kim knows jean is crucial to that. So.

Kim hassles jean. A lot. Constantly testing him. Constantly pushing him. Teasing him. Questioning his authority. Trying to pull it out of him, to get on the same level, to get him to trust everyone, and respect them all again.

And that above EVERYTHING is the thing that’ll make jean crack. Because he’s trying soooo hard to keep up his face and then here’s Kim prying him open again.

Like he learned it from someone.

i think it's basically a big trust issue haha. kim trusts jean because he knows jean is an officer of the rcm and a good one at that, but he doesn't like jean's lack of respect towards him. jean trusts kim for the same reasons (bc kim's an officer of the rcm and a good one at that), but he doesn't Want to bc he's jealous. harry trusts kim with his life (if kim says jump, harry Will jump), and harry also trusts jean with his life, though he doesn't know it. however, jean doesn't trust harry anymore. he wants to because he used to be able to but now harry's gone down the drain so much he can't and he hates seeing how much kim does trust harry and how much kim trusts him (jean himself). harry doesn't understand why jean doesn't trust him. we were partners right? for four years? haven't we been there for each other? and jean just doesn't want to come to terms with any of that

meanwhile in all of this there's judit. and she came from a-wing where she made the mistake of babying all the men there and got treated like shit for it, so now she's on a strict I Am Not Taking Care of Any of These Men and Their Issues regime. she is also a Consummate Professional, and lower rank than all of them (tho when harry gets partnered with kim, and jean gets promoted to lieutenant, she'll become the satellite officer lieutenant). jean Tries to ask her for opinions bc oh woman, woman may not be good at police work but woman is smart with emotional issues (a very incorrect opinion judit Always makes sure to call jean out on his bullshit for) and judit always just says 'just do your job, officer' but internally she thinks to herself maybe if they all you know just fucked and made up it would be better (coz there's Sexual Tension there for sure) but she keeps this opinion to herself and VERY buried. she does NOT like office drama. she would prefer it if nobody fucking dealt with that and everyone could do their jobs thank you very much. shit's hard let's get on with it, just trust the guy bc he's a fellow officer of the rcm and let's move on, okay? at this rate, she's convinced they're gonna' get themselves shot and killed for all this bullshit.

honestly it's just jean who's the issue here hahaha. kim's chill, he's okay with everyone, the 41st is loads better than the 57th (less racist, by a margin, for one). harry's struggling, but he's got support and he feels hopeful he can make it. jean on the other hand is the only guy sitting there and victim-blaming and rotting away and coming up with bullshit and being a complete jackass about everything. he's BURYING it, that's for sure. but internally it's tearing him apart. and it definitely bleeds over in how he treats kim and harry. come on, jean. get your shit together. do your fucking job. nobody wants to hurt you. i know mommy and daddy yelled at you a lot when you were a kid, but none of these people want you dead. not even kim. he's just messing with you to get you to lighten up and get on the same page as everyone. come on man. stop your moping. they love you, too, i promise

so yeah that's my extremely long unstructured jeanthoughts essay that'll probably become more solidified the more i write him and jean himself tells me what's up but yeah. i like the guy. he's so. fucked.

good for him 🥰

#c4rg0f1l3s #yeah.#disco elysium #disco elysium spoilers #jean vicquemare #harry du bois #kim kitsuragi #not saying anything but i do have shipping agendas HAH #aro shipping agendas. no romance. just dependency. i like it when guys want to depend on each other #did you know i really really like it when a guy is so misguided and mentally ill #also jean bpd moments girly is going thru it #i put my fingers on all of them and added my funny little interpersonal drama that might be ooc #i am not immune to writing characters who feel and think too much about everything oops #just personality disorder things #shoves them in my mouth #also judit. i like that one #SIGH #marfă din elysium

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Momo Sugao Rabbit Chat - Part 1 : Sugao Idol Feature

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5

Please note that I am not a professional translator and I'm only doing this to share the side materials to those who cannot access it, if you notice any mistakes please let me know nicely. Enjoy!

Takanashi Tsumugi: Momo-san, thank you for your hard work. IDOLiSH7 will also be featured in the “Sugao” special idol feature!

Takanashi Tsumugi: I’ve heard that Re:vale-san was the catalyst for this project. We will do our best to make the most of the opportunity we've been given, so I look forward to working with you!

Momo: Thank you for your hard work, Maneko-chan~~~! (*´▽｀*) Thanks for contacting me!

Momo: I'm glad to be a part of this project with you guys!

Takanashi Tsumugi: Thank you very much for this valuable opportunity. I didn't expect to receive such a project from "Sugao", so I am very happy!

Momo: As you said, we were just the catalyst!

Momo: The idol feature story was given to us because we’re all active in our respective fields!

Momo: Let's work together to make it more exciting! (∩´∀｀)∩

Takanashi Tsumugi:

Takanashi Tsumugi: The theme of Momo-san’s issue was "tell your story with your back," right?

Takanashi Tsumugi: As for your back’s body make-up, I heard that the decision was made because of the wonderful backbone that you show to juniors as a senior!

Momo: Seems like it?! I was embarrassed when I heard from Okarin, too!

Momo: Does Momo-chan really talk with his back that much? (●´艸`)

Takanashi Tsumugi: Of course! I’ve learned so much from Re:vale-san…!

Takanashi Tsumugi: Obviously you give us advice and such, but you always care about our new songs and new jobs even though you are very busy, so it’s immensely encouraging for us.

Takanashi Tsumugi: The other day, when Mitsuki-san was the MC for a special program, he was delighted that Momo-san praised him!

Momo: That was really because Mitsuki’s MC power exploded! (*´∀｀)ｂ

Momo: He acted like a veteran, with his excellent banter and smooth turns during the talk.

Momo: It made me feel like I had to work hard as well!

Takanashi Tsumugi: I'm happy to hear you say that.

Mitsuki-san will be pleased to know that you respect him not only for his singing abilities, but also for his talk show stand-in prowess...!

Takanashi Tsumugi: We’ll continue to watch Momo-san's back and learn a lot from him!

Takanashi Tsumugi:

Momo: I'll do my best to show my cool back to the juniors lolol

Momo:

Momo: Oh yes, since we’re still on the topic of back muscles!

Momo: I've been putting a lot of effort into body make-up lately, so I plan on delivering a toned-up Momo-chan (｀・ω・´)＞

Takanashi Tsumugi: Of course, I'm looking forward to seeing that as well!

Momo: Maneko-chan, you work out a lot too, right?

Momo: You were very agile when you danced with Okarin and the others at the New Year's party!

Momo: You were super cool!

Takanashi Tsumugi:

Takanashi Tsumugi: My job requires a lot of physical strength, so I try not to miss muscle training as much as possible.

Takanashi Tsumugi: But it’s difficult to train the back muscles and other parts of the body that you can't see, so it creates a bit of an imbalance…

Momo: It's true that it's hard to see whether your back training is working or not!

Momo: If you want, can I send you a video of the intensive back training I recommend?

Momo: Yuki and I do it during breaks and it's a lot of fun ～ﾟヽ(*´∀`)ﾉﾟ.:｡+

Takanashi Tsumugi: wah...! Are you sure...!

If you two are doing this, doesn’t that make it hard?

Momo: There are different levels from easy to hard!

Momo: We do the easy ones! Not so much for training, but more for the trainer's shouts? so lolol

Takanashi Tsumugi: There’s a lot of shouting involved…!

Momo: "Here we go, just like that! haaaa! hup, ho!” Yuki imitates him with a determined look on his face, so I laugh and can't concentrate at all ﾟ･(ﾉ∀｀)･ﾟ･｡

Momo: so I was training my back muscles, but at the same time my abdominal muscles were also being trained lololol

Takanashi Tsumugi: It has a double effect then, doesn't it? LOL! I would love to try that out!

Takanashi Tsumugi:

Momo: If you keep listening to it, you'll get addicted to it, so give it a try lolol I'll send you the link to the video later~!

Takanashi Tsumugi:

#i7 #idolish7 #idolish7 translation #momo #momose sunohara #sunohara momose #re:vale #momo re:vale #ainana #id7

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Succubus!Dream/College Student!Sam.

Consider that, the way succubi feed is through sexual energy/lust other humans are feeling/exhibiting/whatever. They can't get that energy from other demons, they can't get it from their own lust.

and cDream, a succubi, has come to the conclusion that the best way for him to successfully eat is to lower/mute his own sexual pleasure through his magic, so that he doesn't get lost in the moment and can fully concentrate on making his partner feel as good as possible. Because cDream is Normal and would absolutely treat himself as a tool like this.

And so when Sapnap and Punz one of his summoning tabs for a party they're hosting in college, Dream goes and drinks in peoples lust and is hoping to get someone laid that night so he can like, have at least a few days of not needing to eat.

And Sam is one of the people at the party not drinking because he's a junior/senior super fucking stressed about finals and Punz has been trying to get him to relax through social stuff but Sam is very high strung at the thought of failing everything even though he's doing fine because Listen Life Is Very Stressful For A Sam.

And he sees Dream and he is Smitten. Look at the pretty boy!!!! Very Tall with tiny horns and a long tail!!! He's so cute and Sam's cheeks are red and he's very flustered. And Dream sees this extremely stressed out (but cute) man who's back probably has so many goddamn knots in it and goes "I am going to fuck you until you can't think anymore, you look like you need it"

So he fucks him in some college room dorm and Sam is sweet and concerned and asking if he's doing it right, will it hurt if he touches the tail or the horns? Does this feel okay? While Dream tries to take care of him. And when Sam gets a little distressed because Dream isn't moaning or showing a lot of visible pleasure (but he smiles so affectionately and gives so many kisses and cuddles and Sam hopes Dream will stay After. He likes him and has Questions !) Dream mentions muting it with his magic.

And Sam is Instantly Distraught because he wants it to be good for Dream too, he wants to be good for Dream so badly. He's emotional and begging for Dream to let Sam make him cum and give him the pleasure he deserves, please please please-

And Dream wasn't expecting The Distress that info caused, so Dream gives in and let's Sam make him cum Once, making sure to call him a good boy the entire time and pepper him with kisses and love to assure him he did a good job. They end up curled in bed together while Sam kisses his forehead and holds him Gently until his summoning time is up. And Dream generally looks at the encounter as very sweet and thoughtful even if he thought Sam was a little silly for being So Emotional over something like Dream Feeling Good.

Sam is Still Upset about the idea of Dream not getting pleasure though, and is very fixated on it Because He Is Normal. And after finals he immediately dives into researching succubi so he can figure out sensitive spots and how to give them pleasure and make them feel good and happy. He has a Binder with Color Coded Notes, You See. Because He Is Normal.

(no he isn't he found out that Succubi can also experience dehydration just like humans and became anxious because Dream didnt drink water after they had sex, what if he's dehydrating himself!!!!! What if he isn't taking care of himself in other ways!!!!! Sam will make sure to buy a bunch of water from the store just in case)

This is what neurodivergency and college finals does to a man

you can enchant certain metals to do magic related stuff. some earthbound demons wear bracelets and anklets and earrings, etc etc.

Sam finds this out during his research. He also finds out Hey There's Types of Enchantments That Allow You To Repress The Wearers Magic.

And because he is definitely normal, Sam comes to the insane conclusion that he is going to summon dream, cuff him so he cant use his magic to mute his pleasure, and then get him off until he's completely satiated. Sam won't get off this time, because it was very rude and awful of him to feel so good the first time when Dream wasn't able to. This time it will be all about Dream. He will make Dream the Most Happy Ever. There Are No Consent Issues Here At All.

(the consent issues get sorted out eventually, but jesus christ Sam)

He fucking summons Dream in his garage, says hello and delights in Dream's surprised but happy smile because!!! Dream likes him!!!

Then he cuffs him without explaining and Dream nearly faceplants because he was floating a bit using his magic. Sam carrying Dream upstairs mostly consists of Dream going "what the fuck" because really, what the fuck.

And he panics a bit because he can't use his magic and therefore can't escape and this is kind of kidnapping. Sam puts him in his bed and tries to reassure him and begs to be allowed to help Dream get off. Because He Is Normal

Sam has Dream cuffed to the bed and he's begging to be allowed to touch him. He has snacks and water and pillows and toys and he'll be so good to Dream he promises !!!!! Please Please Please!!!!!

and Dream, who's just. Super fucking confused because they could have had sex without the cuffs, that's literally the point of his summoning tabs. He says sure because he's kind of expecting Sam to just fuck him a few times and be done with it and he's not really sure what the cuffs are for like is this a hostage situation??? The cuffs cut off his magic but they don't stop the summoning tabs, they only last a day.

This plan makes no sense to him until three fingers in and Sam still hasn't taken off any of his clothes, just utterly into the idea of making Dream happy.

Sam has the binder, he is Showing Dream the binder at some point during a snack break. Look Dream did you know about this thing with your anatomy where-

And Dream did not know that actually. He didn't go to demon school to study medicine. What the fuck do they mean there's a fifth hole???

Sam spends the whole day fucking Dream with various toys and feeding him water and crackers and for a moment he gets caught up in how pretty Dream is. Dream isn't using any magic to make himself alluring, he just is!!!! He's so nice and warm and smells a little like soaps and Sam is burying his face into Dreams chest and giving him the Softest Hugs

after Dream's been satiated (the pupils in a succubi's eyes become heart shaped when they're completely, utterly full) he uncuffs him and carries him to the bath and scrubs his hair while Dream blinks very sleepy at him

(After Dream recovers from being fucked all day he does have a talk with Sam about Hey Don't Cuff Me Without My Consent and Sam's a puppy with a tail between his legs, but like, Dream said yes to sex, he was cool with it, and Sam's intentions were, in an incredibly convoluted and messy way, Positive)

from that point on its just a bunch of fluff because they follow each other around. Sam now has to beg to be allowed to use the cuffs in bed. Dream ends up deciding to get a charm to let him stay on earth for longer. Dream can sense when Sam enters a room because suddenly his hunger is being satiated by the most lovestruck puppycat the world has ever seen

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Sam attended catholic church with his family throughout all his childhood before getting out when he realized he was queer as a teen, and he's still recovering from a lot of the… not great mind fuckery. Because I'm imagining ccSam with his little cross he kept fiddling with in the kitchen stream except cSam has it and he's prone to fidgeting with it because Stim Go Brr. No he doesn't know how he feels about religion anymore. He's trying to just not think about it and hope the problem will solve itself on its own

Listen I just think cSam has a lot of feelings. Or I have a lot of feelings. He gives me a lot of feelings

Also I haven't talked a lot about Dream's trauma specifically because I didn't want to have to develop and flesh out the demon realm when I'm trying to get my two blorbos to fuck, but. Dream very likely experienced his usual bullshit where he was forcibly outcasted from most of his peers, except he never had the dteam or Punz since they were humans, so Dream has been living on his own, pretending that he isn't incredibly lonely and is definitely not going to ask for help. SBI are all various demons, and Wilbur and Tommy are semi-responsible for people not wanting to associate with Dream. Techno likes Dream well enough, but Philza gets his info from Tommy and therefore has a negative view of Dream, so Dream tends to avoid Techno if Philza is with him, which is… often.

Dream has adopted a harsh mask while in the demon realm, but when summoned by Sapnap and Punz he tends to fall into a softer disposition, leaning into touch and noticeably happier. Humans rarely have the capacity to hurt him.

Sapnap and Punz would 100 percent help and support Dream if he asked, but Dream would Rather Die than burden the first people who have been nice to him with his problems. Originally summoned by Sapnap who got his tab off the internet ("hey Punz I'm going to try to summon a demon lol") they mostly summon him to play Mario Kart

Dream usually feeds off of positive sexual energy, but their affection for him also is something he can eat, so he's no longer starving, just a bit underfed. His coat isn't as shiny as it could be, he looks a bit muted compared to other succubi. Sam is extremely emotionally attached to Dream, so by the time they actually have a relationship, Dream is significantly healthier from feeding off Sam's adoration Dream enters a room where Sam is and is instantly satiated because Sam has Spotted Him

His Dream is Here !!!!!!

Sometimes all your problems are solved by the fact that your love interest is absolutely deranged

It can also create More Problems but listen it's fine

Also, like, it's never to say that a platonic relationship wouldn't also give a lot to Dream, it's just that Sam's insane. If he had been insane Platonically Dream still would be satiated because it's not about whether the feelings are Romantic or Platonic, it's about the intensity and consistency. Sapnap and Punz love Dream very much. They just don't have whatever the fuck is going on with Sam over there.

Sam had sex with Dream Once (1) and decided he was going to dedicate his entire life to making this demonic being happy by any means necessary, against literally everything he was ever taught by his church

Also, consider. Dream is on top of Sam playfully teasing him, telling him he looks so pretty, stroking his cock, and Sam cheeks are so flushed, but he gets distracted by Dream's tail because it keep doing a slow wag, so obviously he has to grab it and give it a little tug. Dream squeaks and moans and his head falls forward into Sam's shoulder and Sam feels his entire face heat up because Oh. He liked that.

Also Dream is Tall and he rests his chin on Sam's head and Sam feels so, so safe. But he stresses and frets because Dream is so tall he's probably never gotten to experience that feeling!!!! What if he's never felt safe!!!! (He hasn't, not ever, but not for the reasons Sam is thinking of)

So Sam tries very hard to find ways to be Tall so he can successfully Make Dream Safe. He stands on chairs and sits on tables and nearly breaks an ankle wearing high heels for the first time, and Dream giggles at him, but Sam is going to do it!!!! He's going to make Dream feel good, as good as he makes Sam feel.

Sam isn't aware of Dreams ostracized nature in the demon realm, so he doesn't know why Dream sometimes comes to him distant and emptier (because Sam still has work and school and can't summon Dream with him every day no matter how much he Wants to) so he Frets and Worries and lifts Dream up, distressed that despite Dreams size he seems to as light as a feather, and tucks him into Sam's bed, presses down and snuggles on top of him, because surely if Sam just lays on him he can make Dream whole again

There are enchantments you can make, like for the cuffs, that will let Dream stay as long as he has it on his person, and Sam has it specially made on a ring when he finds out, prepares a whole day of fun things to Prove to Dream that if he stays by his side forever it'll be good, he promises.

He begs for it as he fucks Dream. Stay, stay stay stay as he holds him down and thrusts quick and hard. Dreams pupils are already hearts, long since having been satiated. He still meets every single one of Sam's thrusts, yes Sam, I will, I'll stay, yes, I'll stay Sam

Sam watches Dream put the ring around his finger and thinks husband with a fierce intensity that makes Dream shiver from the lustlovecare emotions behind it

(Dream can play Mario Kart with his friends all the time, now. He doesn't have to live in a place where everyone hates him, where people want him dead. He can wake up in the arms of someone he likes and explore a softer world and be loved everyday.)

Dream slowly falls in love with gentle affection and earnest rambling and the zoomiest man he's ever met

Sam comes home to takeout and kisses because Dream still doesn't really understand the concept of Physical Food but he knows Sam likes the noodles so he should definitely order some, for his Sammy

Other men flirt with Dream, of course. Dream is so pretty and his outfits are always revealing (except when he wears Sam's clothes, big shirts that he sleeps in that make Sam feel soft and possessive) so it's no surprise when they take little walks in the park or go to a coffee shop that Dream feels their lust, opens his mouth to taste the hint of a meal.

And Sam is smoke and embers because they approach him and flirt and touch him without permission, expecting him to be an easy fuck because they know what he is. How dare they. He's seething and he's jealous because he knows Dream is feeding off them, even when they don't deserve to be in Dream's mouth. That privilege was for Sam to have.

And Dream is a demon, so when he says no and people get pushy it's easy to float away, push them back with a flick of a finger, but Sam still bears down on him afterwards like he expects Dream to be injured, fussing with roaming hands up and down until he's sure that their touch hasn't wounded him. And then the angerjealousyneed sets in and he's dragging Dream home to cuff him and fill him up until forgets about what those other men fed him. Sam can give him so much more.

Sam will fill both holes with a toy and jerk him off until Dream is shrieking, keep the cuffs tied above his head so he can't stop Sam from playing with his nipples or biting his neck.

He's got a prostate massager in Dreams ass, and he turns it on high because he knows Dream likes being overstimulated, just like Dream knows Sam likes being the cause of it. Slick is dripping from his slit, and Sam is torn between leaving the dildo in and pumping it fast or taking it out and sliding inside Dream himself.

But he has to choose the latter, he has to, because Dream is crying out and spreading his legs, Sam please- so Sam pours a generous amount of lube over his cock (hurting Dream is a sin, he would never forgive himself if-) and replacing the dildo.

"Thank you, thank you Sammy" Dream sobs, trying to bring his hands down, so Sam unhooks them from the ceiling and Dream wraps himself entirely around Sam. His heel digs into Sam's tailbone, trying to get Sam's cock as deep as he can. "I need you, please- I can't come without you-"

And Sam jolts, a live wire of carmine lust, and he thrusts so hard the headboard smacks the wall.

"Say it again," He demands, but it lacks authority. He's needs it. He needs to know that Dream wouldn't leave. His eyes get hot and misty thinking about how good Dream is, and how Dream could do so much better than Sam, who has so many things wrong with him-

"Tell me again," He begs wetly. The cloudiness in Dreams eyes clearly a little, and he cups Sam's cheeks and presses their foreheads together.

"Please fuck me, Sammy." He murmurs. "You're all I want. No one else. My heart won't be full without you."

"I love you," Sam hiccups, crying because he can't help it. He grinds his cock a little, knocking the wind out of Dream. "I love you."

And Dream hesitates, vulnerability and fear flashing across his face, but Sam knows, Sam understands. He crowds Dream, shields him with his arms and blocks him out from the rest of the world, so no one will hear him and take advantage of him like they used to for experiencing love.

"I love you." He whispers with aching fragility, and the wave of Sam's adoration on his tongue makes him gasp.

Sam wastes no time after that, tugging the prostate massager out so he can focus only on watching his cock enter Dream each time their hips meet. He loves Dream so much, he does, and he knows that Dream can feel it by the way his head rolls back and the choked noises spilling out of him.

Sam's necklace dangles from its chain, slapping again his skin with every thrust, and Dream's tail wraps around Sam's bicep, keeping Sam close to him

Something something the Best Most Goodest Precious Person in Sam's world is the epitome of sin and lust and Sam should be disgusted by him, should turn away and be Pure, but he's a boy who loves boys, who loves this boy, who so desperately wants to be good and is struggling to figure out what it means to be good

Because he was taught that his very existence is Bad, but they're wrong, his friends said so, so what else is wrong? Where does he draw the line? What is he supposed to think?

Men are Supposed To Be this way (except Sam isn't he never has been and he always thought that made him The Worst but maybe he isnt??? But he Doesn't Know It's All So Stressful)

And of course when Punz came out to him pretending they weren't nervous with hands in their pockets and a defiant chin tilt but scared eyes Sam would have never thought badly of them, never ever, Punz was perfect just the way they were. And when he met Sapnap he never would have thought badly of him for wanting to kiss George, and Hannah and Tina are wonderful together in every way. It's Just Sam Who's Bad And Different. Because. Because he is.

And when he finds out about Dream's life, his loneliness, he tries so hard to tuck Dream under his chin. He pulls them both under the blankets to hide them from the rest of the world. Dream only deserved good things, like pastries and laughter and good textures that didn't make his skin itch. And Sam was never good enough but he would Try Everything to be good enough for the person who deserved it the most

#awesamwastaken #as always #theyre not necessarily healthy #but theyre happy

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faccal · 3 months

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Ooo yeah, ask game time! >:)

🥺 Is there a certain type of moment or common interaction between your characters that never fails to put you in your feels?

✨ Give you and your writing a compliment. Go on now. You know you deserve it. 😉

💖 What made you start writing?

🤲 Would you please share a snippet of a wip?

Perhaps I'll send more later....

👀👀👀 oh no

I fricken knew this would happen but I was like "nahhh, he wouldn't do that." Yes, yes you would. 😂 Thank you so much for these asks, I'm excited to answer them!

These are all from this list.

🥺 It took me a while to really think this through because I'm a pro at overthinking and also, I wasn't sure if my thoughts were the right answer. So, I'd say that a common interaction that always gets me in the feels (Happy/fluffy) is when I have characters touch foreheads or tenderly caress a thumb against a cheek.

A more angsty interaction that would get me in the feels would be character A holding character B, whether they be partners or family/friends, as character B dies in their arms. Super feely!

✨ (You did this on purpose, you who often hear me insult and complain about my writing. Fiend. If I must, I shall.) I am incredibly creative when it comes to my worlds. As for my writing, I really like how far I've come and how much my writing has improved.

💖 My fifth grade teacher, who loved giving us prompts either from a published book full of art prompts, or prompts he wrote for us. He helped me find my love for writing, and fifth grade was when I wrote my first ever fanfiction which was a Percy Jackson fanfic with a self-insert oc who was helping him and the gang fight monsters. Didn't know it was fanfiction at the time. I also dabbled in my own stories, and as a child who had only ever used toys to create worlds, to sit there and see worlds in my head while putting them on paper was an awesome experience and it's stuck with me since. I've continually improved my style, and I am forever grateful to Mr. Jackins for giving me my love for writing. You have no idea the monster you created XD

🤲 A snippet? Goodness, that's too much man! You're asking too-

"You're allowed to have friends outside of the task force, Hesh. Soap seems like a nice guy." Keegan sips his coffee; coffee Soap had brought him because Keegan wouldn't stop bitching at the weak shit in the lounge area.

"Merrick makes me feel like I can't." He says, leaning against the wall opposite Keegan.

"He's a mother hen, he worries." Keegan defends, eyes full of a teasing light.

"Ha, I don't know how I feel-" His words catch in his throat, a voice from a room down the hall echoing against the walls. He knows this voice. He turns, ignoring Keegan's confusion to march down the hall and barge into the room.

"You have something that belongs to me, Captain." That devilish voice, full of hatred and conniving rattles Hesh's skull and has him falling back against the door before his eyes settle on the face before him.

Captain Price stands just ahead, arms crossed, his eyes locked on the man before him.

"Rorke!" Hesh snarls, launching forward only to be held back.

"Hey there junior!" Rorke calls, cackling like the piece of shit he is.

Hesh snarls, his teeth bared like a wild animal desperate for a kill.

"You look good, it's been a while." His eyes flick to whoever is holding him. "Still can't keep your pups in line Merrick? Damn shame." He leans back, standing to his full height on the screen. "I'll be in touch Price, I don't let shit go easily." The screen goes black, and the hard eyes of Captain Price fall on Hesh.

"We need to talk." He says, and while he holds no anger in his voice, his eyes share how displeased he is.

Thank you so much for these asks!!!! I appreciate it so much, and I'm sorry it's a bit late. I did have fun answering them, and specifically sharing some of the writing!

#i got asks!!!#tokillamockingbird

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whumpbby · 7 months

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So a stress heat can be subdued with milking? Interesting, interesting. I'm guessing it's because the action basically communicates "Relax, I'm here, I'm taking care of you, you can relax." Techniques used for babies surprisingly still effective on young adults.

That said, JC's secret is out! What in the world is going on in the juniors' heads? What the heck is going on in JC's head? I guess that depends on whether the instincts got to him or if it was a deliberate decision on his part to nurse LJY. And then of course he would have to explain himself to the juniors' first so as to avoid fighting. I bet JL helps JC convince the others by admitting that he's been nursed by JC before. I also think that the situation can be made extra embarrassing if LJY was to be loud about it. He's half conscious, half in (stress!) heat, injured, his moaning can be excused! This is JL's worst night hunt.

Anyway I love ever single omegaverse writing ideas you post, they are just so good. I wonder, do alpha's ever go into a sort of stress rut?

Yes yes yes, something like that ;]

I'm happy you like these XD I am super-find of the omegaverse!

The stress heats rarely happen to cultivators, but Jingyi was confused, in pain, afraid of ghosts and stressed, because it was all happening in front of Sect Leader Jiang! (who he wanted to impress, ever since he admitted to himself that he liked Jin Ling), so he couldn't stop it from happening. And the thing is, the stress heats don't only affect the omega in question - they will affect all other omegas in vicinity to some degree.

In this case? The situation was doubly bad, because they were locked up in a cave with two alphas, and Jingyi could not be taken away to safety, and JC felt his stress levels raising, because he was responsible for the kids and the oldest alpha in the room, so he wasn't immune to the pheromones LJY was releasing...

But then, also, his omega side wasn't immune to them either.

Surprisingly, it was Jin Ling who took charge in this situation - because both of his uncles took care to know as much about sub-genders as possible, in an attempt to save him from being led by his nose by an omega or turning into his grandfather. (Sizhui was raised by the Lan, who weren't big into sex ed unless it was strictly necessary). JL grabbed Sizhui and pushed him to the furthers corner of the cave and snapped to his jiujiu to take Jingyi to the other end. JC snapped back, but recognized that they needed to get a move on. He carried the young omega to the other end of the cave and set out a protective array that would dampen their scents to a degree (there was nothing that would block heat-pheromones completely). The problem was that he needed to stay in the array for it to be effective (it was something JC invented for himself when JL was a baby and his omegan traits were the strongest).

Jingyi, feverish and weak, was trying to nuzzle up to him, and with a spark of shock, JC realised that he couldn't make himself to let the kid go. He slid down the wall to sit on the cold floor, with the kid crawling into hi lap in search of comfort and warmth, whimpering in distress and smelling sweeter and sweeter... and it was a tragedy in the making if JC couldn't hold himself back from following his alpha instincts! He needed to meditate, needed to calm himself. The kid was so young! It was his nephew's fiend, JC knew the omega when he was shorter than his shoulder! How could he even allow himself to give into his instincts with someone so young...

Wait. Wait. JC froze, meditation forgotten.

He had two sets of instincts to follow, after all. And it wasn't something he thought about often - he actively tried not to think about it if possible. When Jin Ling was a baby it was something that just happened, something he'd learned to take as a blessing. Later on, when the pup was taken from him to spend time in the Koi Tower, these instincts kept him annoyingly tender when it came to the kid. Then he buried them under the weight of leading his sect and doting on his nephew, and trying to settle his grief.

And then Wei Wuxian came back and the truth of the golden core came to light and some things started to make sense - and that's when JC stopped thinking about it, because the alternative was madness...

But now he had no other option to save both himself and the boy in his arms. There was no other way left to him than to submit to the instincts that were forced on him by the man who didn't even know what he's done (that he's turned his shidi into a freak of nature), and let them take him when they wanted.

On the other side of the cave, Jin Ling sat himself in front of Sizhui, back to the other side of the cave, sleeves pressed to his face and his faith in his jiujiu unshaken. He slapped a barrier array around them to hopefully muffle any sounds (which he invented for Fairy and the times they came across Wei Wuxian). To his relief, Sizhui was mostly worried about his best friend and his alpha instincts were pouring into protectiveness, but it was still dangerous - a worried alpha was dangerous to both omega in question and other alphas if they've lost control. So, he watched his friend carefully, hoping that they weren't long from being dug out...

"Why isn't Sect Leader Jiang back yet?" Sizhui's voice wobbled and Jin Ling could see his shoulders shaking from how tense they were. "He should be back already. I should go and check on them!"

"No, Jingyi will be okay, jiujiu will keep him safe." He was sure of that. There was no one he knew more strong-willed than his uncle. And also...

"He's an alpha!" Huh, Sizhui raised his voice. "He... he will...!"

"He won't do anything!"

"How do you know?! Sect Leader Jiang is... he is..."

Angry. Volatile. Violent. A typical alpha. Jin Ling knew what people were saying about his uncle, and he knew that jiujiu often played into these opinions - either on purpose or not. He wasn't a perfect man, but he was the best one Jin Ling knew - and JL was the only one who knew his jiujiu wasn't an alpha. Or, not entirely an alpha. That's why he knew Jingyi was safe with JC - but how to explain it to Sizhui? How could he explain something he himself didn't entirely understand? Could he betray his jiujiu like that?

But Sizhui was getting ready to get up and start causing problems - and Jin Ling was not unaffected by the pheromones in the air either, and desperate to settle the situation...

And that's how the two alphas tumbled into the protective array on the other side of the cave, hands fisted into each other's robes and teeth bared, snarling at each other - until a growl echoed around them. A growl unlike anything they've ever heard, somehow entering their hindbrains and forcing them to freeze and stop.

That's how Sizhui witnessed something that shook his entire world-view and made him question everything he knew about the world.

Sect Leader Jiang, sitting against the wall, with Lan Jingyi curled up in his lap, robes dishevelled and open at the chest. A chest Jingyi was nuzzling at, gently, softly, threat working as he sucked on a plump breast...

#headcanon #mdzs #jiang cheng #anonymouse #jin ling #lan sizhui #omegaverse headcanon

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dumbass-tumbler-cryptid · 8 months

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I'm totally looking forward to the new chapters. Can you give us some snippet? (I feel like a beggar asking this 💀)

Lol don't feel like a beggar. I'm getting super eager to share the story already even though I'm not close to being done. I think that's why I posted two snippets completely unprompted this week.

I'll do you one better. I'll give you two snippets. In scenario one I actually have a lot of build up before the Quaritch family vacation even takes place detailing Spiders attempts to escape through the years. I tell the whole attempt from Spiders perspective and then go back and retell that whole event from Quaritch's perspective (and I'm low key worried that'll get tedious to read but I spent to much time writing it to edit it down)

So here's a taste of that

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Miles jolted awake, the happiness he’d felt in his dream, instantly being replaced by sinking dread. The nightmares had started shortly after his two year anniversary in the cabin, increasing in frequency as the days went by. He only classified these dreams as nightmares because of the anxiety they spiked in his waking life. If Pa knew that he was reminiscing about the old days…..

Things had been so good between them too. Miles could almost pretend like they were a regular father and son, spending their summer on a camping trip, hunting in the woods, fishing, having bonfires, and sleeping under the stars when the weather allowed for it. It had all been so normal. So easy. Of course his treacherous brain would have to mess that all up.

The following morning Miles attempted to eat breakfast, his chin propped on his elbow, holding up his head as he struggled to stay awake. Pa’s calased hand reached out from behind him, carding through his hair, giving him affectionate scratches behind his ear. “You haven’t been sleeping well lately have you?” Miles simply nodded his head. “Something on your mind?” The question made his heart skip a beat but he forced it down, shaking his head no. “Is your room too stuffy then? We can sleep outside tonight if you want. You always like that.”

“I’m fine Pa.” his voice came out low, heavy with fatigue.

“Mmhm.” The man didn’t buy it, but didn’t continue pushing the subject. “Take a nap after you eat. Your school work and chores aren’t goin’ anywhere.” Neither am I, he thought bitterly. “Thanks Pa. I’ll do that.”

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It was peak autumn when Miles Sr first noticed the vivid dreams his son would have. The boy talked in his sleep, smiling from ear to ear, mumbling their names. The names of that damn Sully family. He couldn’t understand why his boy seemed so hung up on them. From everything he had seen, from all the memories he heard play out in Junior’s sleep, the Sully’s hadn’t been that special. His boy had had fun, sure. The Sully’s hadn’t been very strict with him, allowing Junior to do almost anything he wanted. Any teenager would enjoy that. That wasn’t love though. Love is protecting the ones you care for, keeping them safe, taking care of them. He did that. So how could his son still miss them so much?

During waking hours Miles Sr watched his son like a hawk. Miles Jr looked so tired and sad, growing more despondent by the day. The father noted how his boy was eating less. How he was tired all day no matter how early his father sent him to bed. Junior wouldn’t even skateboard, or draw. He just seemed so weighted by his own misery. Miles Sr needed to help him snap out of it.

It was another lethargic morning after another sleepless night. Junior sat at the table, fork in one hand, his head held up by the other, falling asleep into his bacon and eggs. The father couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight. A thin line of drool was escaping his boy’s mouth. His hair was starting to get on the long side again, wildly sticking out around his head like the soft hide of a lamb. His boy would have cringed to know how cute he looked in that moment, but Miles Sr couldn’t help but appreciate his own work.

He reached out his hand and began to pet Junior’s hair, feeling his curls slip and twist around his fingers. The sleepy boy leaned into the touch, getting comforting scratches behind the ear in response. Junior deeply sighed out his nose, seemingly content. “You haven’t been sleeping well lately have you?” Miles Sr asked. Junior simply nodded. “Something on your mind?” He knew the answer was yes and hoped his boy would just admit it. Instead Junior slightly hesitated before shaking his head no. So disappointing. “Is your room too stuffy then? We can sleep outside tonight if you want. You always like that.”

“I’m fine Pa.” Liar.

Junior looked so incredibly tired that if he didn’t get some sleep soon he might just collapse from exhaustion. Hopefully with some rest, his son would start thinking clearly and just admit he had a problem. “Take a nap after you eat. Your school work and chores aren’t goin’ anywhere.” His son sighed again, seeming so defeated.“Thanks Pa. I’ll do that.”

#cabin in the woods #miles spider socorro #spider socorro #miles quaritch #colonel miles quaritch

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cha-melodius · 8 months

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Hi! 15 and 20 for the ask meme?

The final one of these writer asks, thanks for your patience, and thank you for the ask!

15. Which is harder: titles or summaries (or tags)?

Titles for sure. Summaries are easy for me, just pick a snippet and then write a pithy one liner to sum it up. 😂 Titles either come to me quickly (often a song title or lyric), or I agonize over it for a while. Some of my titles I love, some I'm kinda meh about.

20. Tell us the meta about your writing that you really want to ramble to people about (symbolism you’ve included, character or relationship development that you love, hidden references, callbacks or clues for future scenes?)

How about some meta for Class(room) Warfare (professors AU)?

First off, I am a professor, so this is one of those times when you write what's really close to your life lol. I'd written a professors AU in another fandom, but it was a long fic. This was a nice excuse to do something shorter for these two. When I was trying to dream up ridiculous ways for two professors in two different departments to get at each other's throats, not erasing the boards seemed suitable absurd but also completely plausible. FUN FACT: Last week I got to my classroom and found the board full of unerased writing, and it both 1) irritated me, and 2) made me think of this fic. In case you were wondering how common it is. 😂

(spoilers below)

As I mentioned in the author's notes, most of this was inspired by my everyday life, so I'm not going to get into all of it. Basically if you're wondering, "Do colleges really work like that?" or "Do professors really think/do that?" the answer is almost certainly yes. But here's some more trivia:

Zahra was cast in the department secretary role because every academic knows that department secretaries run fucking everything

PLSC 307, Democracy & International Relations—I think I stole this class title (but not the number, that's random) from my college's poli sci department catalog.

McQuiston College—I knew I wanted them to teach at a small liberal arts college, and I knew I didn't want it to be real (as opposed to my other academia AUs where I have used real institutions). I considered taking random last names off books on my bookshelf, but I didn't want to accidentally write about a real college either. Using Casey's last name was a stroke of inspiration that I was SO happy about.

was junior enough to be unlikely to be evaluating his tenure portfolio some day—little things like this probably mean nothing to most readers but I feel like they add that extra hit of authenticity to any academics who happen to be reading. Pissing of someone who might eventually be on the committee who decides whether or not you get to keep your job is a real fear.

always carried his own markers with him—I've literally never found a working marker already in a classroom. Always carry your own.

Sometimes he wondered—to himself, never out loud—if it was real, or if he was just trying to fit in after he found out that his sister and best friend were dating, like when he was six and decided he was super into horses only because June was.—I carry this little headcanon that in universes where Alex has had some reason to doubt his heterosexuality but still hasn't done anything with it, he worries that he's only trying to fit in with his friends/mimic his sister. Doubting how queer you really are feels very familiar to me and from what I've read seems like a pretty common bisexual experience.

He’d just ignore you, like everyone else does.”/“Hey!” Alex protests, but she ignores him.—This was actually unintentional when I first wrote it but I realized what I'd done and had to keep it.

Dr. Henry Fox-Mountwhats-his-face—This and the subsequent email greetings/sign-offs were inspired by their early emails in the book, though I had to figure out how to do names that weren't based on HRH and such. I think my favorite was "Dr. Acerbic Cocky-Disaster" because if that doesn't actually describe Alex to a T.

Halloween-in-The-Castro gay—Wanted something different than Fire Island on the Fourth of July, was very pleased with this one. If you're not familiar with the history of Halloween in The Castro, do look it up.

Then he proceeds to wrap himself around Alex from behind and hook his chin over Alex’s shoulder to look down at his cooking—Considering how frequently this exact type of moment shows up in my fics in other fandoms, I'm kind of surprised I haven't used it more frequently recently. Anyway, the "peeking over the shoulder while cooking" is definitely a calling card of mine.

He wants, to put it bluntly, to romance the shit out of him—I am only just realizing that I reused this turn of phrase recently lol. It just feels VERY Alex to me.

All right, that's it for now! Thank you again!

#about my writing #about my fics #rwrb #firstprince #rwrb fic

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dollsome-does-tumblr · 2 years

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jurassic world dominion rewatch thoughts: the alan/ellie edition (+ some extra)

all my rambles about my favorite dino boos! and then some misc. thoughts about everything else. but y’all know my priorities.

i love the effusive affection that laura dern brings to ellie sattler, and i love that it’s just as present here as in the first movie. i skimmed through the alan/ellie scenes in the junior novelization to try to refresh my memory before writing some fic (sidenote: not super helpful, since it was from an earlier script draft), and in that, they had her say, “you look ... the same” when she first saw him. in the movie, she’s like “you look the same!” with all the world’s enthusiasm and fondness in it and it’s truly just a whole other vibe and it is THE ellie sattler vibe, god bless this movie for preserving it so lovingly. (see also: her screaming ferociously waving a fiery torch at a dinosaur in a dark cavern. i’m sorry, she is one of the most perfect people in all of fiction.)

i think one of the reasons alan and ellie are such a great couple in the original is that they’re such a UNIT and vibe so well and are clearly so aligned in their work and their values that they come off like a force to be reckoned with when they’re together. (which, how wonderful to see a man and a woman in a relationship portrayed like that in pop culture! i wish we had one million more of those.) and i love how they immediately get back into the swing of that! there’s a few moments -- one where they’re talking to ramsay in the helicopter and one when they first start talking to ian again -- where they both get really indignant and are protesting what they’re hearing in unison and it’s extremely charming and extremely in keeping with their original movie energy.

alan snatching the picture of them out of sight! alan making her improv’d iced tea aka water with like nine teabags inside! ellie not judging the sight of that improv’d iced tea in the slightest because she gets this man!

he’s the one she trusts!!!!!!! even after all this time!!!! always!!!!! (i’m already anticipating the gifset pairing that with her saying “you’re still the best, i mean that” in jp3. i’m a simple person with simple wants.)

falling asleep on ya ex-man on a long plane ride!!!!!!! YES! it tickles me thinking about how much time they got to spend together alone during that journey. and it tickles me extra that it ended in accidental cuddling. you just reunited like yesterday!

poor alan having to learn that ian slid into ellie’s dms without knowing what that means, and THEN being confronted with the elaborate world of pretentious hipster coffee like two seconds later. someone help the man!

i fully adore the fact that they narrowly escape death by one zillion gigantic locusts, wearing goofy scientist suits, and STILL get THAT swept up in an “oh, hello, our bodies are suddenly pressed together” moment. YES!

i also love every bit of sneaky sneaking and espionage they do at biosyn, they are so in sync at being hilarious. when ramsay finds them and they’re like “oh noooooooo! we got so lost!!!! a ha ha ha!!!!”. ART.

i love the whole sequence in the mining caves, it’s just so great. ellie’s long jokey-but-sincere apologetic ramble about how she should have left alan alone where he was happy and the way he cuts it off by telling her he wasn’t happy!!!!!!!!!!! maisie asking if they have kids!!!!!! (i personally am not one to play around with the whole “alan is secretly the father of ellie’s kids” thing because i don’t want them to have that much drama in their lives and that would inevitably bring Extreme Drama, but laura dern’s delivery of “nooooooooo, no no” or whatever ellie said was, um, Suspicious. girl! what kinds of fires are you trying to fuel with this??) also, just the delicious horror of them being trapped in the dark trying to get through that gate with dinosaurs on their tails, and the use of darkness in such a simple and creepy way, feels VERY classic first-movie horror. and literally everything ian says in the process of trying to open the gate = *chef’s kiss*

ellie crying and saying “alan, alan!” after the car toppled over when she was in the front seat and he was in the back, sob!!!! they’re so physically close but she’s still so upset to be removed from him!!!! also: excellent jp throwback to her saying his name 829375398 times. another good one: when she’s loving on the bb dinosaur and she’s like “alan! you never get used to it!” even though she’s in a conversation with two people. and alan is simply the heart eyes emoji. I LOVE IT!

alan holding her when they’d all just narrowly escaped the big bitey dinosaur on the ladder (i’m good at dino knowledge) = a+++++ survival snuggles

i wasn’t quite sure how to read the moment where ellie runs out while rexy is fighting the giganotosaurus and losing -- is it that she’s trying to protect rexy? if so: absolutely deranged and very delightful of her. (i mean, rexy did save them all from a raptor-y death back in the day! she’s a good girl!)

the kiss remains perfect and such good payoff after our 20 years of suffering!!!!!!!! i just love how they’re standing beforehand in this very pretend-casual way where they are both clearly hoping it’s gonna happen; the whole scene is just so sweetly choreographed. and then the hugging and sweet nothings in the background!!!!

alan grant and ellie sattler, fighting the good fight, cozily bantering while ellie adjusts his neckwear! exactly as it should be. <3

and a few other non-grant ‘n sattler bits:

as someone from cold climes, i love that this movie has some snow in it! dinos in the snow is a visual my heart has been yearning for. (that scene of blue and beta running around in the snow hunting so joyfully! I WEEP!)

maisie flippin’ the bird with both hands was SUCH an iconic over-it teenager moment, i cannot wait for the gif. i really like that we got to spend time with her over two movies -- a first for a jurassic ‘verse kid character!

as i’ve said before, i really love claire as a character and i appreciate that she gets such a complicated arc over these three films and that she feels the weight of wanting to atone so heavily. this time around i was really struck by that sequence of her alone in the forest, and just the idea that that was her kind of gauntlet where she reckoned up close with the full weight of what she had been complicit in. idk. i just really liked it. i love claire dearing!

sidenote: that blind creepy dinosaur with the edward scissorhands was so iconic and disturbing. is it an herbivore that just kills things for fun with dismissive smacks of its creepy-ass fingies????

also, owen having to hold claire back when maisie was on the ladder and the dino chomped on it! i have a lot of feelings about fierce mama bear claire. (and owen being like “you’re her mom, you have to save her” as the plane was crashing! sob! i also loved how he had a beat of just smiling at her lovingly in this moment in spite of everything. i know we’re all pretty burned out on this particular chris, but between these movies and andy dwyer i must admit he’s delivered some performances i find very endearing. beta in the baby backpack!!!!!!!!! he read alan’s book ... on tape! oh, owen grady. you fine, but you simple.)

OWEN STRANGLED A DILOPHOSAURUS WITH HIS BARE HANDS TO SAVE HIS MISSUS. and then said “go on, git!” to make it run back into the woods. THAT’S CHIVALRY. THAT’S ROMANCE.

i am not much of an action movie person and i usually zone out during a lot of action, but the whole malta sequence is freaking rad.

i really liked dodgson as the antagonist here; i had totally forgotten the first time i watched it that he was the one working with nedry to smuggle the dino embryos out, and i think it brings it really satisfyingly full-circle to have him come back. and i’m very down with elon musk-y figures being dragged through the mud in our pop culture right now!

i was talking to my bf earlier about how i really love these movies because they’re about academics and researchers who are sincerely driven by their love of their field and their love of the natural world, and how it’s interesting that our two protagonists from JW are from the military and from corporate culture ... but then both of those institutions are revealed to be corrupt and destructive, and our heroes wind up happy living out alone in the woods. i like that journey.

owen and kayla having that long frightening escape from the feathery ice dino and then owen saying “what an asshole” is just peak jurassic universe joy to me. yeah! what an asshole!

i so appreciate how vibrant and fun and fully developed kayla and ramsay and santos all feel. i felt like they fit into the mix with the other characters so well and i would also love to watch their continuing adventures. HINT HINT, WORLD! (i also loved getting to see franklin and zia a bit more, they are both such fun characters! and owen getting to reunite with his raptor-training bestie barry!)

also, santos is SUCH A GREAT VILLAINOUS LADY, omg. i love her clear commitment to life/work boundaries in that she always makes sure she’s getting paid extra before she puts any additional work in. (i’m telling you man. kayla and santos: complicated dinosaur smuggler gfs spinoff!!!!!!!!) also she looks god damn flawless, which is important in the dino smuggling line of work. the way that white shirt/dress/whatever-it-was drifted around her was just such iconic imagery. you KNOW there’s a great plot lurking somewhere where she’s imprisoned and gets released on the condition of participating in some complicated dino-related adventure.

obviously i am sentimental about blue watching her humans from afar in their remote cabin home and i am sentimental about them bringing beta back to her and owen and her staring fondly at each other before they part. if being emotionally affected by a bond between a man and the raptor he raised and trained from birth is ridiculous, well, then, call me ridiculous!

come on, those ending shots of the dinosaurs coexisting with the animals were magical.

i love the message of “no one can afford to just sit and do nothing right now” in this current climate and i love that it’s ellie sattler delivering it. YEAH!

#dollsome's deep thoughts #jurassic world #ellie sattler #alan grant #alan x ellie #jurassic world: dominion #jurassic world dominion #(i really gotta just pick one of those tags to commit to)

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chuckchuck228 · 8 months

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Warning!! Talking about my gender disforia and just don't understanding who I am!!! Not actually vent just thoughts. But be careful

To be honest I really wanted to talk about it with my friends but I'm to scared to talk about it face to face with them so I'll just talk a little bit here in my blog(i understand that my friends still will see this but it just easier like this)

I want to start with my gender identity. I cant say that I always knew that I'm not a girl. No when I was in junior school I had, what my friends call, "internal misogyny". Its like... "Other girls are okay but not me! No no no I am not stupid like them! Im like a boys!" Yeah some stupid things that 6 year old me could say.

Then I think when I was 12 I started to think that "i don't actually want to be a girl" in that time i stopped thinking that girls are stupid. Actually in that age I understood that i like them! But I didn't want to be trans(i think its because i live in a country where everyone says it super bad) but started to use she/he. Then again some thing changed in my mind and leaved that thought "i am just everything at once!". Here comes my any pronounce era. And... Then again and again. I didn't want to think about gender at that time but i slowly changed my pronounces.

And a few months ago I changed my pronounces to he/they and... It still feels mine. It feels comfortable. Yeah I still need to misgender myself around my family but with friends I can call myself he/they.

But I still don't know what the hell am I.

In one case I just read an article about trans people and about their transition and o god!! I felt so comfortable reading it! "I want to be like them! I want to be happy".

But in second thought I am still 16(in February will be 17). I can't even normally think about what to wear tomorrow. I can 100 times change my choice. Because I am still teen(hormones all this shit)

I am not saying I am trans (yet) because I think I need to grow up just to not make stupid mistakes. But I really needed to write this long post. And actually I feel a little better.

Thank you, whoever read this

#chuck talk

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ducktracy · 2 years

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HI ELIZA i’ve been rewatching the old spongebob seasons one by one and i was just wondering - what would you say would be your favorite pre-first movie SB episode and why? hope you’ve been doing well!

SAMMMMMM!!! it is SUCH A DELIGHT TO HEAR FROM YOU MY FRIEND i hope YOU’VE been doing well too!! THIS IS SUCH A FUN AND GOOD IDEA i REALLY need to do that myself!! i used to be good about watching an episode every day before starting work but have been getting lazy… it feels nice to watch things in non-animatic form LOL BUT UMMMM

this is SO HARD it’s so hard to narrow it down!! i GOTTA go with Texas though—i LOVE THE SOUNDTRACK. country musician Junior Brown provided his original soundtrack (AND I FOUND THE MUSIC TO THIS SCENE!! this scene right here is my favorite sequence in all of SpongeBob i have such a fond attachment to it and i was so happy when i discovered the song a few months ago. that he got to slip in a sample of his own original music is so sweet!) which makes it very unique right off the bat, and steel guitars are one of my very favorite instruments. i grew up listening to a lot of old country like Hank Williams, Bob Wills, Hank Snow, Patsy Cline, Loretta Lynn, etc etc and i still am very much a lover of old country for that reason, and i have a VERY strong nostalgic attachment to that sort of music/steel guitars. SpongeBob i have an equally strong nostalgic attachment to because it was ALL. I. WATCHED. AS. A. CHILD. i’m talking 8 hours a day every day i never ever missed a single episode up until i was around 14 or 15. it is ingrained in my DNA so to have those two nostalgic factors is a very strong NOSTALGIA BOMB to start—and that Sandy’s song is a direct parody of a Hank Williams song is even better! Hank’s one of my favorite musicians of all time so i LOVE IT

I THINK IT HAS A GREAT BALANCE OF HUMOR AND SINCERITY… i don’t even love it for the gags so much as i do its earnesty, but the gags are all VERY FUNNY whether it’s as blunt as “NO I’M TEXAS” or as subtle as a banner saying “HAPPY TEXAS” in the background. i think it’s a very heartwarming cartoon on top of that and has some GORGEOUS visuals—Vincent Waller who storyboarded the episode draws some insanely cute Sponges and i’m still a huge fan to this day.

IT’S JUST LIKE. the ULTIMATE comfort episode. it’s one of the only episodes of a show i have downloaded to my phone that i paid money for because i love it so much. i think it’s unique, it’s one a lot of people rightfully remember, and it has such this strong warmth to it and a great message of togetherness and i just REALLY admire it as a whole, coming from someone who works with these characters daily and their CREATORS daily! i really respect and admire what went into it.

(runners up would be Ripped Pants because it was my favorite as a kid and i would watch it on loop to a very obsessive degree, Plankton! because I Love Plankton, Mermaid Man and Barnacle Boy II because it’s super nostalgic to me as well and i adore the drawing style, Bubble Buddy, Christmas Who, and The Algae’s Always Greener)

#it’s very surreal being in the position i’m in because i’ve gotten to talk befriend and/or work with so many of these Sponge Veterans who #made these episodes. i remember one time the first time i talked to one sponge veteran on Zoom i instantly blabbed about how much i loved #his work and would analyze screenshots of the episodes he storyboarded for LOL i came off a little strong but he was so awesome #and Vince as i mentioned is wonderful he is so kind and during a Zoom we had he stayed on with me and a few others telling us about how he #got his start in animation this went on like 20 mins after everyone else left it was very kind and just. so cool to talk to him #zmpl #asks #THANKS FOR ASKING SUCH A GREAT QUESTION MY FRIEND

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cchapsticck · 11 months

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15 questions. Stuff bout me! Thanks for tagging me @greenlikethesea!

1. are you named after anyone?

Okay kind of a funny story. When it comes to my deadname the story goes my parents were so sick of fighting over what to call me that that name was like a hands in the air okay fine concession between the two of them and neither of them actually liked it all that much. The name (and variations on it) I go by these days I am, without meaning to, named after two people. I share a deadname with one of my closest and oldest friends, and a mutual friend of ours has a condition that makes it difficult for him to distinguish faces - and we both have a similar vocal quality so we were particularly difficult for him to distinguish without someone having identified who was who in conversation. So he started calling her "Senior" and me "Junior" because calling us by the same name was just an additional complication for him keeping us distinctive and Junior stuck hard. My father's middle name is just the letter J, which someone at work started calling me and now everyone does. And I work a lot. So I am called it a lot. So that happened on accident.

2. when was the last time you cried?

I think it was before I had surgery, which was. Two months ago? Three? I forget how time works. I was scaredexcited. I'm not really a big crier, but I definitely have watershed moments of "cry a lot now" a couple times a year.

3. do you have kids?

I do not and I don't think that I will. I have a lot of respect for people who have and raise children, I just don't think I'm well suited to be a parent for a real smorgasbord of reasons. I like kids just fine though! My friend's kids are super cool and I always enjoy my time with them.

4. do you use sarcasm a lot?

I guess occasionally? I think when I do its this very intentionally hyperbolic version of it so as to not be misconstrued when I'm joking. If I'm ever going to be sassy about something I think I'd say my "style" in that arena is a bit more deadpan, but still very unserious. I tend to be a very earnest person so things like sarcasm are pretty much always employed as a joke.

5. what sports do you play/have you played?

/john mayer voice My Body Is A Garbage Can 🎶 my ramshackle horrible body is not cut out for sports, but in my youth I played hockey and figure skated. (midwest baybeeeee) I skipped out on my physical education requirement in high school by being in marching band for 4 years.

6. what’s the first thing you notice about people?

So I am deaf and I spend a lot of time looking at people's mouths, I read lips to fill in some lost information that my hearing aids don't reliably provide me with so it usually takes me a few encounters with a person before I start to notice other details about them beyond the lower third of their face. Sometimes I'll notice people's eyebrows, or if they have glasses or freckles but the specifics of their features don't always sink in right away.

7. what’s your eye colour?

Green!

8. scary movies or happy endings?

For my own personal enjoyment? Always always always a scary movie. I love a scary movie. Good, bad, doesn't matter, I want to watch it. A friend of mine and I spend entire weekends just watching the Shudder back catalogue and we've found some incredible films. (Please watch Death Spa I'm so not even kidding) I am a whole sucker for a practical effect. I also love a scary movie with a happy ending!

9. any special talents?

I always know where the car is parked.

10. where were you born?

American Midwest. Round the lakes. Y'know. The big ones.

11. what are your hobbies?

I'm one of those suckers who made their hobby their job so I genuinely enjoy garment construction and costume crafts. I also like to write and garden and live music.

12. do you have pets?

No not anymore. I had cats in high school (I am so deeply allergic) and we have had to put two of them down over the last few years and our last remaining guy lives with my mom. My partner and I raise carnivorous plants though and we've named all of them and talk about them like they're essentially pets.

13. how tall are you?

5'6"

14. favourite subject at school?

I always loved my English classes, far and away the classes I put the most work into and excelled at. I also took a radical dramaturgy class in grad school that changed the way my brain functions. Which is probably an extension of an English class tbh. While not a favorite: I'm good at math, but I don't actually like math. I often joke that I'm good at math against my will - I had a lot of math tutoring as a kid so now I can like. Do long division in my head and shit.

15. dream job?

Y'know, I'm not sure I have a dream job. I really like what I do, I work in the arts - live theater and I wear a lot of hats at the regional theater I spend most of my time at. I've put a lot of time and effort and lost sleep into trying to make a living doing something that feels worthwhile to me personally as an artist and important to the community I'm in and making that art accessible to that community but I'm also happy to go home at the end of the day, its easy for me not to think about work when I'm not at work.

So I think the dream is more to have a job that I like, that I want to be at most days, that feels worthwhile, but also to have a healthy work/life balance with that job. Y'know?

#about cchapsticck

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detroit-grand-prix · 2 years

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Wildest Dreams Chapter 16 - 'tis the damn season

Chapter summary: It's the 2018 edition of Silly Season. The driver market. Bee's F2 seat is assured, at least, but there are always other options in play.

Content warning: N/A

Chapter word count: 3,855

Author's Notes: This chapter is super dialogue-heavy, but it's really kind of a transitional chapter. But now we're starting to get somewhere!

Not many notes here, just two:

Yes, keen observers will note that Bee is taking the spot that Nicholas Latifi got in 2019 as the Williams reserve driver. If you like GOATifi, fear not - he ends up doing reserve duties/getting signed to a different team on the grid. There's another driver that I'm just going to pretend never existed instead.

It is not unprecedented that someone could be a reserve at with two teams, but only if the teams have the same engine supplier, as far as I know.

McLaren and Mercedes have had an agreement to share reserve/test drivers for a few years, since McLaren switched from Renault to Mercedes engines. I believe Esteban may have been a Mercedes reserve during his time with Force India, because Toto was his manager. Both of Mercedes' FE drivers are reserves for both teams, so I don't think it's unfathomable that Bee could be the first reserve for Williams and the second reserve for Mercedes. And while I'm striving for as much accuracy as possible, this is still fanfiction!

Previous Chapter

Brackley, Northampton, England, United Kingdom Mid-September, 2018

Before Sochi, Bee found out that George was being promoted to Formula 1 for the next season, having secured a multi-year contract with Williams. It hadn’t been announced widely yet, but she was incredibly happy for him. It wasn’t an enormous surprise, as he had been doing development and simulator work for Williams as well as Mercedes for a while, and had previously done FP1 tests in their car.

Bee had been a bit confused when she’d found out about George doing test work for Williams, but she never asked - there were a lot of things in the world of F1 she didn’t understand, but things had become a little clearer when she got a call from Claire Williams, the de facto team principal of Williams, herself.

“We haven’t officially met, I know, but I’ve heard a lot about you from Susie, Toto, and George.” She said on the phone. “And I saw your outstanding performance in Monza. I know you are already testing with Mercedes for a day in Abu Dhabi, but I called to see if you wanted to test in a Williams as well.”

“Well… it does sound intriguing, but I would like to check with Toto first. He’s my manager, so -”

“Sure, of course. I’ve mentioned this to him already, so he won’t be surprised. Hopefully, I will be talking to you soon.”

Bee had her regular meeting with Toto a few days later.

“So, I got a call from Claire Williams. She wants me to test at Abu Dhabi for them, but I’m already testing for us… I didn’t realize that was allowed, actually.”

“Oh, yes.” Toto said. “We are Williams’ engine supplier, as well as the engine supplier for Force India, so you are able to test with them if you’d like to. It would be an issue, say, if you wanted to test with Ferrari or Renault. But that is why George was hired by Williams. He’d tested with them before. There are also a few other things we are able to share between our supplied teams - reserve drivers, for instance.”

There were so many little intricacies and rules to how much staff and drivers attached to teams could interact with other teams - mostly to protect trade secrets and technical information. Bee suspected that the Mercedes-Williams relationship was a bit unique amongst the various teams on the grid - Toto used to be an investor and a non-executive chairman of Williams. Susie was a test and development driver for the team. Valtteri had come from Williams. If she remembered correctly, Nico Rosberg had started his career in Williams as well. Some joked that Williams was the Mercedes junior team, like Toro Rosso was to Red Bull, but that wasn’t quite accurate.

“I am assuming you would like to? I think it would be a good opportunity for you. And it’s a good sign that teams are starting to take notice of you, I think, which makes sense. You’re third in the F2 championship after Monza, that’s an incredible achievement.”

“I guess I don’t see why I wouldn’t.”

“Good! Then, while we’re in Sochi, I think it would be a good idea to set up a meeting with her so we can work out the details. Maybe we’ll get lunch.”

George’s graduation into F1 was definitely well-deserved, and fortunate, given that he was on track to win the F2 championship. If he did, he wouldn’t be able to do another year in F2 anyway - you were ineligible to participate in the series again after winning the drivers’ championship in Formula 2.

As far as Bee’s plans for next season, she’d continue her simulator and test work with Mercedes. It was already confirmed and announced by Andy Roche, the new team principal for the team that would become UNI-Virtuosi, that she would be taking an F2 seat for her second season - no need to fight it out and hope for the best in Abu Dhabi this year. It was a relief. Artem moved to Japan to compete in Super Formula, and would be replaced by a rising F3 driver. Her incoming teammate would be a Chinese driver named Zhou Guanyu, who was a Renault junior.

Once again, though, she was stuck with a blue racing suit for the season. She cursed when she saw the preview images that Andy had emailed her. At least this time, it was a royal blue, and not a navy blue. And there were blocks of yellow up the sides, so if she was able to keep her custom bumblebee helmet instead of using a team-designed helmet, at least it would match something. She considered asking Toto - jokingly, of course, why Mercedes junior drivers didn’t get a livery and suit that matched their sponsoring team, like Red Bull and Renault did. Guanyu was attached to the Renault academy, so his suit and car livery was black and yellow.

There were two races left in the season for her - Sochi and Abu Dhabi. There was a month between Monza and Sochi, and another month between Sochi and Abu Dhabi. The F1 flyaway races were happening during this time. She wasn’t going to any of them except for the US Grand Prix, and then she’d be going to Michigan for a few days with her parents to visit her grandparents. She hadn’t actually seen them in about five years now. They came to Germany then, but now they were getting a bit too old to travel internationally.

During the lead-up to Sochi, she was putting in hard service in the gym and the simulator. She spent the days hammering out shoulder presses, delt flys, bench dips, working with resistance bands, working on neck strength, core exercises, leg presses, pilates - she hadn’t been quite as prepared as she’d like to have been for her test in the W09, and would rather not be in the kind of pain she was in after that test again.

Bee had always used exercise as a way to siphon off her anxiety. This had not changed, even after she had started working with Natalie. And the more she started thinking about being asked to test for an additional team, the more she realized that it might be the first step into an actual Formula 1 seat, which made her anxious. Her anxiety spurred her on to put in more sets, more reps, more weight, more hours in the gym.

She woke up one morning, a week and a half before Sochi, and was unable to turn her head. She tried not to panic as she drove to the factory with some difficulty (hard to look both ways in traffic when you can’t really move your neck) to see Rebecca, the physiotherapist the team had on contract, before going straight to the doctor.

“It’s a strain,” she said, gently palpating the tender cord of muscles around Bee’s neck and shoulders. “You’ve been pushing a bit too hard. But it should feel better in a day or two. You just need to rest for now.”

“Would, like… I don’t know, massage help?” Bee said.

“No, honestly, it would just do more damage to the inflamed issue at this point. Once the pain is out of the acute phase, we can do that, but for now, you will just need to take care of it the old-fashioned way - rest, ice, and some paracetamol. And don’t be tempted to try to stretch it right now, that will just make it worse.”

As she was applying the KT tape to Bee’s neck and shoulder (“it will help with the inflammation”), Rebecca said, “If I catch you in the gym again before you go to Sochi, I’m going to tell Toto.”

“But -”

“You’ve been going too hard at it lately, and there is such a thing as too much of a good thing. You need to rest.”

“I’m just trying to make sure I’m ready for my tests this year. I wasn’t ready for Hungary and felt awful for the next two races afterwards.”

“I know, I get it. But you’ll have plenty of time between Sochi and Abu Dhabi to be ready.” Rebecca said. “Trust me.”

“Fine,” Bee grumbled, as she struggled to put her shirt back on.

“And stay away from the sim, too.” Rebecca added, seemingly reading Bee’s mind. “When I say you need some rest, I mean it.”

Faced with the possibility of having to sit in her flat, idle, for over a week, Bee decided to catch a last-minute flight to Stuttgart for a few days, and fly on to Sochi from there. If she was going to have to sit around the house anyway, she thought it was better to spend time with her parents than spend time alone in Northampton.

“So, what did you do to your shoulder, exactly…?” her dad said at dinner the night Bee got home, eyeing the bright stripes of KT tape visible under the collar of her shirt.

“Just overdid it in the gym is all, it’s just a strain. It should be fine in a few days.”

John looked a little confused. “Now, I admit, I never played sports growing up, and racing is the only sport that I watched, but… I guess I’m just surprised by how much of your time you spend in the gym, or with a physio, how much you have to pay attention to your diet, any of that. It’s not something I expected when you started moving up to single-seaters, that’s for sure.”

“Well… it takes a lot to drive these cars. It’s very physical. I was sore for a while after driving the W09 in Hungary, just because I didn’t anticipate how much more forceful taking corners would be.”

“I don’t doubt it. I just remember, when I was a teenager and it was Lauda, Hunt, Scheckter - those guys definitely didn’t live like elite athletes. It seemed like they did more partying than racing.” John said. “Then again, it seemed like a few of them died every season, so I guess they had to cope somehow. And, I suppose the cars are way faster now than they were then.

“I mean, I think a lot of the guys in F1 still do party quite a bit. Not everyone, though. But they also work their asses off.” Bee said.

“All things in balance.” John said.

Bee also made sure to have an appointment with Natalie before Sochi. They talked about how she was feeling ahead of being invited to test for another team.

“I guess it’s just… strange to think that I’m getting attention outside of Mercedes, even though Mercedes is a big team. It’s something I’ve always kind of… fantasized about happening but now things seem to be actually happening and I’m afraid of it for some reason.”

“What is it that you’re afraid of happening?”

“I don’t know. Wrecking their car, which costs them a fortune and could set back development time and affect their performance in races. Doing poorly at the test. Making myself look stupid and confirming that women don’t belong in motorsport?”

Natalie thought for a moment. “Well, let’s look at it this way. You’ve already had a test a few months ago, for an even bigger team than the one you’re testing for. That was on an actual race weekend, not post-season testing. And you did fine! More than, from what I remember. And you had an amazing performance at your last race, so I think you’ve proven that you belong. And it’s not like a male driver has never crashed during testing. It happens quite regularly, from what I remember.”

“I know, but, if they do it, people don’t blame it on their gender. If I do it, that’s the first thing they’ll blame.”

“Who are these ‘people’? Does anyone that knows anything about driving a Formula 1 car say that?” Natalie said.

“Well… no. I mean, there’s a team principal that might, but -”

“Okay. If they don’t know, their opinions surely can’t be worth much, and people will find something to complain about with any driver. And I know it’s not your team principal that says that, so his opinion isn’t worth much, either. There are a lot of people that support you. It’s going to be hard, but you just have to be more conscious of your yeasayers than your naysayers.”

Bee loved that she could always rely on Natalie to put things in perspective.

Adler District, Sochi, Krasnodar Krai, Russia September 27th, 2018

Toto let Bee know that they would meet Claire for lunch on the Thursday of Sochi’s race week. Bee’s flight landed in the morning and she went straight from the airport to the hotel to her meeting with Clare. Bee was a little surprised that they wouldn’t have just met in one of the team hospitality areas, or have arranged to meet in the UK. Grove, where Williams was based, wasn't too far from Brackley or Northampton, but Bee had noticed that she had a different - a distinctly American, despite growing up in Germany - definition of what constituted a “long drive” than most people from England.

Either way, Claire had picked a nice place that was right on the shore of the Black Sea, but not in the Olympic park by the track.

Bee spotted her when she stepped inside - Toto had not yet arrived. She’d seen Claire around the paddock, of course, but they hadn’t ever talked to each other. She recognized Claire’s pin-straight, shoulder-length brown hair and large, expressive eyes, never mind the white Williams Martini polo she was wearing.

Bee approached the table. Claire was reading the menu and hadn’t seen her yet.

“Hi, Claire?”

Claire looked up. “Phoebe!” she said, standing up and shaking Bee’s hand. “It’s so nice to finally meet you, I’ve seen you around the garages but I never thought to say hello.”

Bee sat down, and Claire followed suit, and continued. “I just wanted to say, I was so impressed by your performance in Monza. P1 in every session, and a lap record to boot - I’ve been around racing a long time, and trust me - that’s incredibly rare.”

Bee blushed. “Well, I think Monza is just a particularly good track for me, but -”

She was interrupted by Toto and Susie coming in. Bee waited while they exchanged greetings and hugs, and gave each of the Wolffs a hug herself.

“Sorry we’re late,” Toto said. “I was caught out by one of the engineers as I was trying to leave. You know how it can be. Hopefully I haven’t missed much!”

They all chatted a bit, about mundane things like flights, weather, the state of Bee’s shoulder and how she’d been barred from the gym via the threat of Toto hearing about it, George’s upcoming contract, and their prospects and predictions for the F2 and F1 races.

Finally, Claire said, “Well, let’s get to why we’re here. Phoebe, I fear I haven’t been completely transparent with you. I told you over the phone that I wanted to talk to you about testing, but it’s a bit more than that. Of course, I still want you to test in Abu Dhabi, but I’d also like to bring you on as a reserve driver for the next season, since we’re promoting George. You’ll still be able to run in F2, as I understand you already have a seat with Virtuosi. It’s rare that reserve drivers are ever used. I won’t say never, but we haven’t had to use one in a few years. In addition to joining us trackside at races, you would also be undertaking testing and development duties for us as well.”

Bee was stunned. She’d been surprised enough to have been offered a test, let alone a position as a third driver. It meant going to every race weekend with the team and staying prepared in case there was a need to step up and take the race seat - if she accepted, it meant she could be a case of the flu away from her F1 debut.

“But - you haven’t… I haven’t even driven your car yet? What if I’m awful at it?”

“Well,” Claire said. “Ultimately, this offer is pending your test in Abu Dhabi. However, from your test in Hungary it’s clear you’re no slouch as a driver. And you had that performance in Monza. And… you may have had someone vouch for you as well. Well, two someones, one of whom has held the job before.”

Bee looked at Susie, who smiled at her. It was almost mischievous. Susie shrugged. Bee was a bit speechless. Her brain was trying to process it all.

“I won’t expect you to have an answer now, I imagine you will want to discuss things with Toto and there will likely be a bit of negotiation involved regarding your contract, anyway. But, we would be excited to have you on our roster.”

Bee caught a car with the Wolffs back to the paddock from the restaurant. She and Susie sat in the back seat, talking quietly to each other.

“You told Claire to make me the reserve for next year?” she said.

“Well, why wouldn’t I? She needed one, with Lance’s move to Racing Point, Sergey moving on, and George moving up. They didn’t really have a permanent reserve last year, and are bringing on George and another driver. You’re talented, you’re dedicated, and I think you’re ready for it. Plus, who is better to judge a candidate for an opening than the person that had the position before?”

“I don’t know. Honestly, there’s part of me that feels a bit bad, and it may sound strange but…”

She thought back to what she had told Will Buxton during his interview with her in Hungary on the morning of her test, and started to doubt her own words. They’d talked about this before, of course, but back then, Bee’s career and berth into Formula 1 was merely a hypothetical. She was now a hair’s breadth away from it being a reality.

“I’m stepping into the role you were in. I don’t want to… replace you or what you meant for the team, I guess.”

Susie put her hand on Bee’s shoulder. It was gentle and warm.

“I don’t see it as you replacing me, Bee, not at all. I never wanted to be the last one. The fact that I had to struggle is all worth it if I can help someone break the barriers that I wasn’t able to break through. I will always have a legacy in racing in my own right, and now… you get to be a part of that legacy, too.”

Bee almost started crying. She would have hugged Susie if they weren’t in the backseat of an SUV, so she simply settled for giving Susie’s hand a squeeze.

“That means… well, everything to me. I’ll do my best to make you proud.”

“I know you will. But, I’m already proud of you.”

There was a moment of quiet in the car, until Bee thought of something.

“Wait, she said someone else recommended me. Toto, was it you?”

Toto turned around in his seat a bit to look at Bee. “No. I mean, it’s not that I wouldn’t, but we’d just never talked about it until she called and told me that she wanted to meet while we were here. I am very pleased for you, obviously. You absolutely deserve it."

Bee couldn’t equal her Monza performance in Sochi, nor was she expecting to be able to. She placed P6 in the feature race and P8 in the sprint race. She felt terrible for Artem, though. He wasn’t even in the points on the Feature race, which must have felt terrible in front of a home crowd. She was hoping for a decent result for both of them, racing in Russia as part of an ostensibly Russian team, but it was not to be, but that was racing.

Brackley, Northampton, England, United Kingdom October 16th, 2018

Bee and Toto had their regular meeting when Toto returned from Japan, and Bee expected them to talk about Claire’s contact. Toto said that’s what they would do, but -

“It does somewhat complicate things. Since George is getting promoted to the Williams seat, we are down one reserve and development driver. Truthfully, George is still considered a reserve driver for us. We have the option to borrow him, should the need arise. And, at the moment, it looks like Esteban will be replaced at Racing Point because of Lance being moved to the team. I do not know if a seat will open up for him elsewhere for the time being, but if not, he will be our first reserve.”

Toto leaned back in his chair a little. Bee knew that Esteban Ocon was another Mercedes development driver, but he had been driving with other teams for a few years now. “However, I had intended to offer the second reserve position to you before Claire mentioned that she was looking at you. You’ve done extremely well for us with simulation and development, and you do deserve the position. I do not intend to hold you back from it, because I’m you manager, and it is definitely in the best interest of your career. But I was curious - we have, previously, had a second reserve driver that did part-time development for us. That is an option we have if you’d like to take it.”

Bee thought for a moment. “Wouldn’t that be… a conflict of interest?”

“Well, yes, and no. As I told you before, we couldn’t do this sort of thing with a team that didn’t use our engines. But Williams does. And the history of our teams is fairly interlinked at this point, so it wouldn’t be so much of an issue. You would be bound by a mutual non-disclosure agreement anyway, and those are pretty serious if you break them.”

“It’s tempting,” Bee said. “I’m excited about the Williams reserve, but… I don’t know, I’ve been a little conflicted because I don’t want to leave Mercedes behind. I’m guessing you’d still be my manager either way. But… isn’t that a lot for one person to do?”

“Well, we would have some flexibility. It’s mostly just so we retain you in our driver development pipeline, and so you still have access to our resources. Williams is a good team with a lot of heart, but… as far as budget goes, well. It’s not quite the same. You will see.”

They spent a while working out the details, things to finalize with Claire when they would next meet in Austin. Bee’s schedule would be busy next season, but the compensation was incredibly fair for the work she would be doing. Toto emphasized that he would work with her on scheduling for her Mercedes duties, to try to keep everything manageable. Plus, because he was her manager, Claire would have to work with Toto on any matters related to Bee and her schedule anyway.

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