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#grusha#pokemon#pokemon scarlet#pokemon violet#pokemon scarlet and violet#i diagnose u with gender#i love himmmm baby boy#he is transmasc btw#just saying#its called projection okay let me indulge
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insomnia
idol!chan x producer!reader, afab!reader
word count: 4.9k
genre: tiiiiny bit of angst, fluff, smut - minors dni please!
warnings: sleep issues, (work-)friends to lovers, a teensy bit of anxiety I guess, dom!chan, brat!(?)reader - idk how to describe it tbh there's no reeeal dynamic of that kind, oral sex (f. receiving), choking, piv, he calls her babygirl once, darling and baby used very sparingly, basically they've both been into each other and didn't quite realise that until now -- did I miss smth?
summary: chan helps you with a work issue and it turns into something different
a/n: hii so it has finally happened, my first skz fanfic has arrived! I already have wayy too many ideas for future ones and I'm like not a hundred percent satisfied with this one but it's the first thing I've written in a year (?) so go easy on me please. I just needed to get my chan feelings out in some way or form and this happened ANYWAYS enjoy byyye - katie
also hi @chvnnie this is the fic I was talking about - you've been a huge inspiration btw I would almost go so far as to call you the main reason I wrote this at all whoops
this is a work of fiction and does not represent stray kids.
You’re in your head. It’s not an unusual thing, in fact it’s how you spend most late-night hours in your tiny studio. You almost live here, it’s basically your second home. If not your first, your actual flat being your second. While a lot of people stay late to work on their various projects, only very few stay quite as late as you do.
It’s one of the few moments you are not troubled by the weight on your shoulders. Three a.m. in the morning, absentmindedly reaching for a cup of now cold coffee, drinking it without noticing its staleness, too deeply immersed in whatever you’re working on to care. Your fingers are flying over the keyboard, eyes flitting over the different tracks in the audio program before you, feverishly changing, moving, improving.
Only today something goes wrong. You don’t know what you did, but within seconds, everything is gone. You blink. The audio program is empty. Not a single track lies before you. The progress you’ve amassed over the last hours, days rather, vanishes right before your eyes. You try a couple of short-keys and combinations but not one single track returns.
“Ugh, fuck me”, you sigh, wiping your face.
“Well, if you insist …”
It startles you, but once you recognise the voice, you relax. Chan is standing in the doorway of your studio – you had left the door open to let some air in, after a particularly hot afternoon. The building was empty enough for there not to be anyone walking past. Well, almost.
Chan smirks at you, one dimple appearing in the corner of his mouth. While usually his comment would have made you laugh, chuckle at least, you can only huff out a lightly amused breath, before turning your head back to your monitor. Still empty lines where tracks used to be half a minute ago. Chan’s smirk turns into a frown.
“Hey, what’s wrong?”
His concerned voice touches something inside you and you feel tears well up in the corner of your eyes. No. You’re not going to cry.
“I, uh, it’s nothing, really.”
“Sure”, he scoffs. “Cause I’m gonna believe that.”
He appears to the left of you and looks over your shoulder. After a couple more short-keys and opening three folders, you give up and lean back in your chair with a sigh. You’re not going to cry. It’s okay. It’s fine.
“Will you tell me what is going on or do I have to magically divine it from the fact that you are sitting in front of an empty audio program?” Of course, he got it immediately.
“I was working on something, and it vanished.”
He hums and his eyes focus on the monitor in front of you.
“It’s not important, really, I can do it again.”
His left eyebrow raises, then he leans over your keyboard and starts working on getting your tracks back. You feel guiltier the longer he takes, it’s just your own, self-indulgent stuff after all.
“Really, you don’t have to … it’s nothing important.”
“Tell that to the artists you’re working with. Or the hours you probably spent on this.”
You shake your head. “No, it’s-“
The tracks reappear. All of them. Like magic. You can only stare at the screen, dumbfounded. He stands back up, a proud smile on his face. Then he hits the spacebar, and the beat starts filling the tiny studio. You startle and jump forwards to stop him, but he grabs your shoulder and presses the spacebar himself.
“Why don’t you want me to listen to it?” He asks, a slight frown on his face.
You wipe your face. “It’s … personal.”
Chan crouches down next to you so that he’s roughly on eyelevel with you. “Hey. It’s just me.”
You turn the chair towards him, and he grabs the armrests. You look at him for a beat, then it hits you that you just almost lost everything you’ve been working on for a while. This is different than your usual work. This is personal. It’s a song that you’ve been producing only for yourself, not JYPE, not any other artist. This is your baby. You just almost lost it, and he brought it back. The tears come back, and this time they’re stronger. You just let it roll over you.
As soon as the first tear falls, Chan’s expression drops. “Oh no, no, what’s wrong?”
His hands fly from the armrests to your knees, then your thighs, rubbing soothing patterns up and down. Your sobs turn into hick-ups, and you hate it, hate that he sees you this vulnerable. No one ever does, you wear armour at work. It’s what you remind yourself of now. You reach for the shield you put up around your heart with both hands and pull, until it’s up again and your sobs die down. That’s the reason, yes. Not the fact that Chan is still kneeling in front of you and hasn’t stopped rubbing your thighs.
You breathe out shakily. In again, and out. Then you finally dare to look at him. “Thank you, for saving it.” You gesture towards the screen.
His look is still probing, searching for what you just broke down for, but a smile curls up the corners of his mouth. “Of course. It wasn’t that far gone, honestly. I barely did anything.”
You roll your eyes and weakly slap his arm. “Stop always understating everything you do.”
He chuckles. “I apologise profusely.” The formal tone makes you smile a bit.
“Now. Will you let me listen to this absolutely not important personal stuff you made?”
You hesitate and look at the open door.
“Let me rephrase. If I close the door, will you let me listen?”
This, and the adorable face he’s pulling, finally makes you laugh and cave. “I guess, yeah.”
Your eyes follow him as he gets up and walks to the door, closes it, and locks it.
“For good measure”, he winks.
It’s one of those moments that make you realise that in all the time you’ve been at JYPE, you’ve made a lot of acquaintances and a couple friends, but none as wonderful as him. You often think he’s too good for this world – the rest of his friends do, too. Although the rest of his friends probably don’t get all warm and fuzzy inside when he smiles at them. Or find it hard to concentrate when he wears muscle shirts. Or watches his performances, more than necessary, and then blames it on just wanting to be a good friend. Supporting him, and such. God you’re down bad.
He walks back to his spot next to your chair. His finger hovers over the space bar and he looks at you, the unspoken question in his eyes. You steel yourself and nod.
Then the beat fills the studio again. It’s the first time you have heard this aloud yourself, so far, you’d only ever listened to it on your headphones. You’re almost scared to look over to see his expression, terrified of his opinion. This is like a tiny piece of your soul, and you just handed it to him, hoping he would not drop it. Of course, he doesn’t. When you finally do, he stands there, eyes wide, looking over at you. His intense stare makes you squirm.��
“It’s nothing special, and it’s not done yet, you know how it is with these things, they take ages to be finished and this is just very rough, I-“
“This is amazing”, he interrupts you. Now it’s your turn to be absolutely dumbfounded. “What?”, you blurt out.
He turns the music down a tad, then he turns back to you.
“I really like it. And it’s different from the stuff you make for other artists.”
Somehow, you’re still anxious.
“What I mean by that is that I always hear pieces of you in other people’s music and I’ve always been a bit sad that you don’t get to make stuff that’s entirely your own. This – “, he gestures over to the screen, “is really you. All of this. Like, I can hear some of your inspiration in this, but the entire thing just screams you.”
Which is the exact moment your singing starts, and you want to vanish into the ground. Because his mouth falls open, and he turns the music up again. Moments go by of him just standing there, completely taken by the music. His expression has softened and there is a slight smile dancing around his features. You lean over to turn the music off again, there’s only so much time that you can take listening to your own voice right now.
When Chan turns back to look at you, head slightly angled down, you’ve never seen a warmer smile from him than right now. It overwhelms you, the sheer affection for this wonderful man in front of you, and you shoot to your feet and throw your arms around him. He is startled for just a second, before he hugs you back so tightly that you feel like he put something inside you back together. It makes you cry again.
“Shh. It’s okay, darling. It’s okay.” He rubs circles along your back, and you breathe in slowly, engulfed by his scent that is so distinctly him.
“Thank you”, you mumble into his shoulder, and he chuckles, before pulling away. “What did you say?”
You huff, and lightly punch his arm. “I said thank you.”
“No, thank you for trusting me enough to show this to me.”
You try to hide in the crook of his neck, but he keeps you half an arm’s length from him. Somehow, you end up staring right into his eyes. The honesty and affection you find there send goosebumps up your arms, up until where his hands are still wrapped around them. Suddenly you realise how terribly close you are to each other, and how he’s just a friend and this shouldn’t make you as tingly as it does. You shake off his hands and clear your throat. He just sees you as a friend. Right?
Because the way his eyes burn with something you’ve never noticed before makes you question your own sanity. You try and look anywhere but into them.
“Hey, we should probably unlock the door again, you know, unless people start to wonder.”
He blinks. “Yeah.”
None of you moves.
“But it’s also 3 a.m. and we’re the only people in the building.”
There’s nervous laughter bubbling in your throat and you rub your arm only to keep your hands occupied. Then you make the mistake of looking at him again. It’s involuntary, really, your eyes get caught on his black sweatpants and travel up his body almost automatically. There’s not much you can do about it. And when your eyes hit his, you’re done for. He looks at you with such intensity that you simply cannot turn away. A shaky breath leaves your lungs when he blinks slowly, only to look at you again, the same fire in his eyes, pupils blown wide.
You open your mouth, “Chan, I – “
He moves closer, as if you saying his name had shaken him out of a stupor. He reaches for the hand that you wrapped around your arm and gently pries it away. When it falls to your side, he intertwines his fingers with yours.
“What are you doing?”, you whisper, unable to speak any louder, scared that it would make this real. Make this have consequences.
Chan’s thumb is drawing patterns on your hand, and it covers you in goosebumps again.
“I kinda really wanna kiss you.”
Your breath hitches in your throat, eyes still locked onto his. They’re burning into you, but you can’t bring yourself to look away. He lifts his other hand up to your face and lightly touches your cheekbone. You have to actively keep your eyes from fluttering shut, body still covered in goosebumps. Your cheeks heat up under his gaze.
“Would that be okay?”
You breathe out a shaky “yes”, and he’s on you in seconds. He lets go of your hand and instead grabs both sides of your face, tilting it so that you’re looking up at him, before sealing your lips with his.
Everything is happening too fast. For a second, your arms hang limply at your sides, but then he starts moving against you and you can’t help but grasp the hem of his shirt and pull him closer. He hums against you, and you open your mouth almost on instinct. A tiny noise escapes you and he catches it, drinking it in hungrily. You push and he walks backwards until the back of his knees hit your chair. He clumsily sits down, and you move until you’re straddling him.
Only then do you break the kiss, both heavily panting as you stare at each other. You lift your hand from his shirt and start tracing his lips, his cheekbone, until your palm lies flat against his cheek. He nuzzles into it and closes his eyes, hands falling to your waist. God, you think, he’s so pretty. You watch his chest rise and fall rapidly and feel his thighs move under yours, and that’s when you realise what exactly is happening right now.
“Channie”, you whisper, and his eyes fly open, fingers playing with the hem of your t-shirt.
“Hm?”
“What are we doing?”
His fingers start pulling your shirt up just enough to be touching the delicate skin of your waist and you shiver, biting your lip to stop a sound that would have been decidedly too desperate.
“Well, I don’t know about you, but I’m doing something I’ve been wanting to do for way too long.”
Your hand slips to his neck and his eyelids flutter, but there is a concerned look in his eyes. He sees your hesitation.
“Should we be doing this? Are you even allowed to?”, you ask.
His fingers stop and he lifts his hands to your face, searching for something in your eyes. “I could not care less about what we should or shouldn’t do. The only thing I care about right now, is if you want this. But if you don’t, then that’s okay.”
You melt at the honesty in his expression, shiver at the way his fingertips are toying with the hair on the nape of your neck.
“What exactly does this mean?”, you whisper. It feels impossible to move right now. Like you’re being held in place by his intense eyes.
“Well.” His thumb brushes over your cheekbone and you sigh.
“First of all, I want to kiss those pretty lips of yours. And then”, his fingers travel from your neck down your arms, “I’d like to make you come so hard the only thing you remember is my name.”
A moan tumbles from your lips, and almost on instinct you roll your hips against his crotch. He hisses and grabs your waist. “But I need to know you want that, too.”
You nod, a bit too quick for your liking, but you don’t find it in yourself to care anymore. His hands gently rock you against him and your eyelids flutter, gaze locked onto his. “Use your words, babygirl. I need to hear you.” The condescension shakes you out of your haze.
“Don’t be so fucking patronising.”
A smirk curls around the corners of his lips. “Still need to hear ya, though.”
You lean down as if to kiss him and sink your teeth into his lip, just enough for it to sting, pull, and let go again. He watches you with the intensity of a predator watching his prey and something inside you relishes in it.
“Yes, I want that”, you finally give in, “I want you.”
He pounces with a low sound that comes from deep inside his throat, a growl, almost, and latches onto your lips. You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him in, kisses open mouthed and messy. His hands keep holding you against him. You roll your hips, both of you moaning in unison, your hands are in his hair, and you pull on his curls until he moans into your mouth, making you smile into the kiss.
He feels it against his lips and pulls away. “Oh, you’re a mean one, hm?”
The smile you give him in return would be angelic, if not for the vicious glint in your eyes. It makes him chuckle lowly, before suddenly standing, pulling you up with him and picking you up. Your legs instinctively wrap around him, and he walks over to the sofa in the corner of the room, lowering you down until your back touches the cushions.
He's kneeling between your legs, propped up with one hand next to you, the other on your cheek again. You tip your head back, baring your throat, and you can see understanding flash in his eyes. His hand slowly moves down until his fingers wrap around you and you feel the slight pressure on your pulse point. Your breath quickens.
It makes you want to rub your thighs against each other, but his legs are in the way, leaving you to squirm under him as he just watches you intently. His other hand travels up your body and pushes your shirt up with it, until he finds your sports bra. His thumb glides over your hard nipple poking through the fabric and it sends a spark of electricity right to your core.
“You wanna play mean? I can do that.”
His fingers close further around your throat and the increasing pressure ever so slowly clouds your mind, until your mouth falls open and you whisper his name.
“Hm?”
You try and move your core against his thighs but you’re too far away, his hand keeping you in place.
“Do something”, you hiss as he just keeps watching you, an amused smile on his face.
“Did you forget your manners, baby?”
You roll your eyes but decide to play along. “Please, do something.”
“But you look so pretty like this.”
Your hands fly up to his arms and you groan, but he just chuckles. “I told you, I can be mean. But I’m starting to get impatient too, don’t worry.”
His hand leaves your throat. All the blood comes shooting back, an intense clarity that leaves you gasping. You only notice that he has taken his shirt off when he leans back down towards you, reaching for the hem of your own t-shirt. He looks up at you, a question in his eyes, that you answer with a quick nod. Then he finally pulls your shirt up, making sure that his fingertips travel over your skin along with it, showering you in goosebumps.
He pulls the fabric off of you and you reach for him, fingers connecting to the smooth skin of his chest. You let your hands run down his stomach when he leans down to kiss you, trailing along the waistband of his sweatpants. His breath hitches when your fingers dip into his boxers, but he reaches down to stop you.
“Nu-uh. You first.”
He sits back on his heels and pulls on your leggings, throwing the piece of clothing behind him absentmindedly. You’re in front of him only in your underwear now, nipples clearly visible through the thin fabric of your sports bra.
“You’re fucking hot, you know that?”, he mumbles, and you feel your cheeks heat up before he grabs the hem of your panties and pulls. Cool air hits your core, and only then do you realise how embarrassingly wet you are already. He looks down at you and curses under his breath.
“Fuck, look at you. Already soaked, and just for me?”
You nod, “only you”, breath hitching as he lazily moves two fingers all the way up your entrance until they are pressing into your clit. You start moving against him on instinct, eyes rolling back as you finally get some relief. He lets you, for a few seconds, before pinning your hips down to the sofa. Your eyes snap open, a desperate whine leaving your lips.
“Hush, baby. I’m gonna take care of you”, he mumbles, before leaning down and licking a broad stripe along the way his fingers just did.
It makes you absolutely lose your mind. Your hips buck up and you moan loudly, hands flying into his hair, just to grab onto something, anything, to keep you grounded. The tip of his tongue dips into your entrance and your head tips back with a groan. His left hand holds you steady, before he dives in again, nose brushing past your clit with every movement. Your thighs tremble, you’re already way too close even though he barely started yet. You feel yourself clench around nothing.
“Channie, please …”, you sigh, and he looks up at you, tongue not leaving your body.
“Hm?”
The sound reverberates against your sensitive skin, and you shudder, looking down at him. Fuck, he looks good. Lower part of his face covered in your slick, curls sticking to his forehead, he laps at you like a starved man.
“Can you – fuck, Channie, fingers, please – “, is all you manage to choke out, but he has mercy on you.
You feel the tip of his finger tease your entrance and you clench in anticipation, before he pushes in and you close your eyes again, a desperate moan leaving your lips. He curls his finger upwards, and you know he’s close, so, so close to where you need him, but he isn’t quite there yet. You can feel the high approaching, can almost reach for it.
“More, please”, you press out, brows furrowed, and he adds a second fingers, curls up, and hits the spot. You swear you see stars for a second. Your mouth falls open, a string of incoherent words tumbling over your lips, and you feel him smile against you. It almost sends you over the edge on its own.
“Found it, hm?”, he mumbles, and you hum, every muscle in your body tensed.
“Look at me”, he whispers.
You somehow manage to lift your head, moaning at the sight before you. He dives down again, holding eye contact and your fingers pull on his hair, coaxing the sweetest moans from him. He curls his fingers up once, twice, and you snap. Your high washes over you with an intensity you’ve never felt before and he flattens his tongue against you, helping you ride out your orgasm with long strokes. Once you finally stop clenching around his fingers, he slowly removes them, making sure not to hurt you. You still wince at the sudden emptiness. Finally, you untangle your fingers from his hair.
He climbs up until he is face to face with you and you blink until he’s in focus again. He smirks at your blissful expression. “D’you have fun?”
You decide to tease him. “Eh.” You shrug. “Was fine, I guess.”
“Fine?” He stares at you in disbelief. “Clenched around me like you were holding on for dear life, but you say it was fine?” You chuckle, but the determination in his face sends shivers down your spine.
“Okay. You know what, I’ve had enough of your attitude.”
He sits up on his heels, before getting up and taking off his sweatpants, pulling his boxers off right with them. He reaches down for his pocket and pulls out a condom, ripping it open with his teeth, and rolling it over his cock, before he kneels back down, slowly pumping himself.
“Let’s see what you say after I’m done with you.”
His lips crash into yours and at the same time, you feel his fingers on your clit. You hiss at the slight overstimulation, but pull him closer by the neck, moaning into his mouth. You can still taste yourself on his tongue and it makes your stomach flutter. Then you feel his tip push against your entrance. He pulls away to check in with you, but you pull him back in.
“Please, Chan, need you”, you pant against his lips, and he groans, before pushing into you.
It's an entirely different sensation from his fingers and both of you moan at the same time, before he bottoms out and stills, fighting for his composure. He begins moving ever so slowly and you appreciate that he wants to be careful, but something inside you wants him to lose control. You lean up and drag your teeth across the shell of his ear, drag your fingernails across his back. He shivers, his arms buckling and his forehead falling onto your shoulder. His pace picks up and you kiss him on his pulse point, before whispering into his ear, “fuck me like you mean it.”
He stills. You let yourself fall back down grab one of his hands, leading him towards your throat. “Please.”
A smirk curls up the corners of his mouth. “I knew you could use your words.”
He pulls out almost completely before he bottoms out again and closes his fingers around your throat. Everything around him becomes hazy, he’s the only thing in your mind, the only thing you see. His hips snap against yours at a relentless pace and you feel the knot in your stomach tighten, instinctively lifting one of your legs. He grabs it and pushes it up against your chest, changing the angle, and finally hits that spot again. Your eyes roll back, moans tumbling from your open mouth as he keeps slamming into you, before slightly adjusting his position. His hand leaves your throat, and your mind refocuses, his thumb pressing against your lips which you open oh so willingly, sucking his thumb into your mouth.
“Fuckin hell”, he groans, rhythm turning sloppy as he watches your lips wrap around his finger. “Such a good fucking girl, hm?”
He pulls his thumb out with a pop and you whine, but he hushes you. “Impatient”, he tsks, before rolling the pad of his thumb over your clit. Fuck, you’re still so goddamn sensitive. His hips snap against yours again and then he hits the spot inside you.
“’M close”, you moan, and he nods.
“Come on, let go for me, baby”, he answers, breathless, and it pushes you over the edge. When you thought your first orgasm was intense, it was nothing against this one. You feel so fucking full of him, he feels so right against you, and then his finger leaves your clit, and he falls towards you, hands on each side of your body, riding out his own high. His arms are shaking from the strain, and you push up to press your lips against his. He moves inside you and you shiver before he gives you one last peck and carefully pulls out.
You fall back against the cushion. He removes the condom, before crawling back up and snuggling against you, propped up on his elbows on each side of your face. “You’re fucking amazing, you know that?”
It makes you blush, and you turn your head to the side, suddenly confronted with what just happened. With whom it just happened. He sees the change in your expression immediately.
“Hey, look at me.”
You obey him and see the softest smile on his face, before he leans down and gently presses a kiss to your lips.
“What’s going on in that pretty head of yours, hm?”
His fingers are playing with your hair, eyes intently fixed on you. You sigh.
“I – don’t know what this means. To you.”
He raises one of his eyebrows, “but you know what it means to you?”
Your heart lurches in your chest and resumes beating at a much quicker pace because yes, you do, and you hate having to admit it. You don’t know if you should admit it.
He kisses you again, longer this time. When your lips separate, there’s this softness in his eyes again. “Tell me what it means to you. Please.”
This is the truly dangerous part. Anyone can have meaningless sex, but it wasn’t meaningless, at least not to you. This is where the consequences come in. This is where you have to admit that you just ruined a perfectly fine friendship. You take a deep breath. You trust him. If anyone would be able to uphold a friendship after this, it would be Chan. So you steel yourself, and look into his eyes again.
“I like you a bit more than I originally planned to”, you whisper, not daring to speak up.
You’re close enough that you can feel his heartbeat. It quickens after he processed what you said, but where you expect him to tense up and leave, he leans down to kiss you again. You’re completely dumbfounded.
He holds your face and you close your eyes, simply enjoying the gentle pressure of his lips against yours. When he breaks the kiss, you steel yourself again. Your breath hitches when you open your eyes, his own swimming with emotion.
“I’m so glad you said that”, he whispers, thumb brushing against your cheek. “Because I do, too. And I was so scared this would be a one-time thing for you. I don’t think I could have lived with that.”
There are tears pricking in the corner of your eyes for the third time tonight, only this time you allow them. He leans his forehead against yours and you wrap your arms around his neck and then you stay like this, just breathing each other in. And you feel like your sleepless nights might have just become a bit easier to bear.
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Seeing as you have finished writing the script for your AU thingy, I wanna know, how?
Like, were you motivated the whole time? Or was it a on and off writing type thing?
i'm trying to write but I don't know if I have the motivation...
How did you keep the motivation if so?
Oh man. I have so much to say about writing and creativity that I could make an entire series of posts talking about the subject, but I'll try to keep things orderly and brief.
Disclaimer: I should let you know that I have never finished a writing project before recently finishing my TPiaG AU. Keep that in mind when reading the advice I offer— the tips I give have only been put into work in my own life over the course of the last couple of months, but they’ve proven very effective in my experience!
Sofie Creativity Tips Episode 1, go!!!
Was I motivated the whole time I was writing TPiaG / How did I stay motivated?
Absolutely not. If I hadn’t provided myself a detailed chapter-by-chapter outline for TPiaG before starting the writing process, I would have given up thanks to a mix of writer’s block and absent motivation. Motivation is a fickle muse and prone to ditching me for months on end, so I’ve adapted by trying not to rely on it, but also by creating new motivation rather than clinging to past motivation. I create motivation for myself in two ways: removing friction when writing and being my own fandom.
Removing friction is pretty simple— I create very detailed chapter outlines that remove any fear of writer’s block, set up my devices in a way to make it easy to access my manuscripts and notes, download premade writing playlists that have Pomodoro session break timers built into them, and more. Anything that makes the writing process easier to get into and enjoy doing, I make sure to incorporate into my life.
Being my own fandom is less intuitive, but a thousand times more rewarding in terms of motivation. I make memes of my characters. I write self-indulgent snippets on the side. I make AUs of my own work. I make playlists and save audio clips that suit the characters. I draw comics exploring concepts that might not get into the manuscript itself but that I want to make content for regardless. Basically, I dive in deep into the story, characters, and world, and try to do so with the enthusiasm that I give other people’s projects.
(That part is extra fun, because if I have a headcanon, it automatically becomes canon to whatever AU or original project I’m working on. I have all the power in the world when working like this, and it’s very fun.)
What changed and made it so I finished my first ever written project?
This isn’t exactly what was asked, but because I have eschewed motivation as the main driving force in my writing process, I figured I’d give another insight into how TPiaG went against the pattern of half-started and swiftly abandoned projects that came before it and actually got finished. Late into October, I adopted a new method of producing first drafts. Previously, I would spend weeks polishing the same chapter and would only move on to the next chapter once the current one was perfect. My new method is the complete opposite. I’ve started calling it Writing BFF:
Write bad
Write fast
Write fun
First up, write bad. The point of this is not to waste your time writing prettily during your first draft. Don’t bother agonizing over how to reword that one sentence to be more elegant when it does the job well enough to get its point across. Don’t go off on a 30-minute research tangent in the middle of a writing session because you want to fact-check that one detail and make sure it’s perfectly accurate when you could just put a placeholder detail in brackets and CTRL+F search and plug in something accurate later on. Don’t write pretty, write bad. And be okay with it. You can’t edit an empty page, so fill the page with as much garbage as possible so that you can turn it into gold later on.
Next, write fast. This is only effective when paired with writing bad. Don’t pause, don’t hesitate, don’t deliberate. Write as much as you can and do it as fast as you can. This idea is best illustrated by Chris Fox’s book 5,000 Words Per Hour, where he talks about increasing your WPM (words per minute) and how it makes everything about your writing better. The person who creates a beautiful first draft once every three years is doing okay, but the person who cranks out a complete manuscript every three months learns leagues more about writing than the first person does by the end of three years. The second person has practiced outlining, drafting, editing, publishing, and more with every manuscript completed. The faster you write, the better you get, because practice makes perfect and quantity begets quality.
Finally, write fun. I write what I enjoy, and if I’m not enjoying it, I pivot the project so that I enjoy it again. I like writing deeply personal stories, so pretty much everything I write is heavily based on my life and experiences— TPiaG included. Grovyle’s portrayal is deeply influenced by my experience being an elder sibling who has been a bad example of self-talk, and cleaned up my act because my younger sister started echoing how I spoke to myself. Dusknoir’s portrayal is informed by my experiences with being the therapist / mom friend in different social circles as well as attending actual formal therapy. Twig is the character that my experiences have the greatest influence on in her portrayal, and I joke about her being a self-insert, but ultimately all of the characters are self-inserts to some extent. I also enjoy low-stakes and slow slice-of-life stories that are driven by character growth. If I ever stop having fun with a project, I inject more of myself and my preferences into my work to get it back into my favor.
TL;DR / Writing advice lightning round
Write as badly as possible as quickly as possible, and have fun as you do it. Momentum yields motivation and stagnancy yields doubt. Editing comes only after the first draft is complete. Be your own fandom and your project’s biggest fan. Give yourself direction and ward against writer’s block by making detailed chapter-by-chapter outlines. Make the writing process as easy and enjoyable as possible. Motivation is a lie and if you chase after it instead of making your own, you’ll be writing on hard mode for the rest of your life. Reject perfectionism, embrace flawesomeness.
If I didn’t answer your question right, let me know! I’ll do my best to correct it.
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Near Zero part 3.
PAIRING: cillian murphy as j. robert oppenheimer x fem!reader
SUMMARY: 1.9k words. Brought on as part of the Manhattan Project, your old physics professor sees you in a new light.
RATING: E; explicit smut, barebacking, semi-public sex, vaginal fingering, age gap (10+ years), angst, infidelity, period-typical sexism
A/N: Though based on real life characters, this is J. Robert Oppenheimer as played by Cillian Murphy, a fictional character. This is not intended to be historically accurate, merely written as entertainment. Thank you to @indulgence-be-thy-name for being the best cheerleader. Not a lot of plot this time but I thought the first time smut deserved its own chapter. Enjoy! 🖤
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The shame you feel is like a nausea that soon morphs into a cold rage. So cold that it burns you, making you isolate yourself all over again, despite the mixer being a genuinely enjoyable experience.
You barely wave when you see Mary one morning two days after Dr. Oppenheimer looked straight through you. You physically recoil at the idea of speaking to her or Barb for any length of time, shaking your head as you speed down the street with your pocketbook.
Luckily, no-one speaks to you, so you have no reason to speak, either. You wear your most non-descript clothes, not wanting any attention whatsoever. To be invisible on purpose is better than trying to be seen only to be rejected like the other day. He had made you feel important, and you, the idiot that you are, believed him.
If you thought about it long enough – and you have tried not to for years – you are lonely. You’re so lonely that it makes a unique kind of grief. You don’t recall a time when you didn’t feel like this. You can’t let yourself dwell too much, or you’ll combust. And you need to keep going. You need to work, to have a purpose. You can’t go home. It doesn’t feel like there’s a home to go to anymore.
Your guts churn every time you think Oppenheimer is about to walk into the laboratory. You consider faking illness, but you’re weak enough as it is to the men in your group; to give them more ammunition would be a mistake.
The cold rage stays there, and the work cannot get rid of it. You wait for your mind to clear, but it remains the same, equations forever swimming around, along with dark thoughts you would never name aloud. You stay at your desk many hours after everyone else calls it a day, and you walk home alone at night.
For three nights, it’s the same. The fourth night, you write basic chemistry equations to solve, ones you remember from high school, the movements so practiced that you don’t pause for minutes at a time, your hand hurting from how hard you grip the chalk. Your writing becomes less legible with effort, and you regret so many things when you step back, the board full. You should start again, write more neatly, empty the ashtray. You should leave, you should take a big sleeping pill and lie down.
You hear footsteps and know who it is before you turn around, your stomach dropping, your hands balling into fists at your sides.
“I hoped it wasn’t you.”
“No-one else here but me,” you reply, gaze slipping up to Oppenheimer’s face, and you swallow. “It’s always me.”
“The light was on, I-”
“Whatever you have to say,” you interrupt, turning back to the board, picking up the eraser. “I’m sure it can wait for tomorrow when you have a larger audience.”
You begin clearing it all away, hating that he saw your equations, your sloppy hand. You put the eraser back with an audible clatter. Your carelessness leads to it falling to the floor, but you don’t pick it up. You don’t care about whatever he has to say, either. It’s all just noise.
“Okay.”
He sounds defeated, and you shoot him a glance. It’s nighttime and he’s wearing his hat, like some kind of costume. He’s a phantom, prowling around his town. Of course he walked straight past you the other day, he has so much more to do.
“Why are you here?” you ask before you lose your nerve.
Your eyes lock and your heartbeat ricochets. He takes a couple steps, but you continue:
“I mean, you’re married, right?”
You haven’t met Kitty, but everyone knows her. You can’t avoid her if you know Dr. Oppenheimer. Mentioning her might be a mistake, but all of this already feels dangerous, bordering on idiotic. He could expel you, find some way to snuff out your career, too. You’re reckless, and you never have been before, so it’s hard to know when to stop.
“Yes,” he replies. His jaw tenses. “I came here because I was out walking. Again.”
“And you happened to see the light and decided to come up?” you throw back. It comes out as a petulant sneer.
“I was looking for you. I didn’t want to stay away anymore.”
Your face flushes. A week ago, his words would have made you swoon. Now, you grit your teeth.
“So you charm me, then you ignore me. And now you expect me to believe that you’re suffering some kind of… some kind of burden because of me? That you were sparing me?”
“We work together,” he says, and his tone is completely different.
He’s speaking to you like he does the men he argues with. You’ve seen it from a distance many times before. Even if you hadn’t, you’d heard stories.
“We… we work together?” you repeat, and you half-laugh. “So if I was someone’s wife, that would be preferable?”
“Yes, it would,” he says, and he watches you scoff.
His eyes never leave you. He’s determined.
“But you can’t say away?” you say.
“No.”
He takes the few last strides to meet you and reaches for your waist, hands catching you to bring you into a swift kiss. You close your eyes on impact, gasping, and he doesn’t let go, moving you both towards the desk. Your legs hit the wood and you take hold of his face, fingers splayed on his high cheekbones, opening your mouth to him as he conquers you with his hot tongue. You moan, the sound slipping out as his thigh presses between your thighs, pinning you.
He suddenly pulls back with a smack of your lips, his eyes searching you, his hands cradling your face like yours are his.
“You’re not seeing Richard?”
Your mind reels, his breath on your lips as you pant, screwing up your face in confusion.
“Feynman?” you say, and he nods. “That’s absurd-”
“You’re not?”
“No, I’m not,” you insist. You blink. “Were you jealous?”
You remember the mixer and how Feynman had joked around with you. He spent a lot of the night near you, but he was never friendly in that sense. You didn’t know if he was spoken for, but he never treated you like a potential target.
You are half-joking but see Oppenheimer’s eyes narrow ever so slightly.
“You were jealous…”
The thought of him being possessive of you is strange, and somehow flattering. It’s entirely foreign.
“You ignored me because you thought something happened,” you muse, and it doesn’t stop feeling bizarre. “You were that upset?”
“It was cowardly of me,” he says. “And it’s silly.”
“It’s so silly,” you agree, and he kisses you again.
He groans when you suck on his tongue, renewing your courage. The desire ignites in your belly, pulling you deeper down. His touch, beginning to show a kind of desperation, makes you wet, and you moan against his lips, feeling him press into the apex of your thighs.
He pushes you down, hands shifting up to your wrists, his whole front pressing into yours, his lips breaking contact to hover above you. His eyes are addictive in how they rove you beneath him.
“Are you still upset?” you tease, and he shakes his head, for the first time smiling.
“No.”
Your voices drop to whispers, and the intimacy of that makes you weak. You jut your chin at him.
“Can you take off your hat?”
He obliges, freeing your wrist for a second, before he’s back again, staring at you. You can feel how hard he is through his trousers that press into your crotch, your heart hammering. If someone were to walk in, there’d be no explaining this away.
“Come here,” you whisper.
He kisses you again, and you wrap your thighs around his narrow waist, your tongues tangling. He groans once more, and lets you slip out of his grip to help undo his belt, his fingers deftly pulling down his fly. You reach inside his pants to feel the hard length of his cock and he give a huff of a laugh against the corner of your mouth, pushing you back down, his hands slipping down your sides and then up under the bottom of your dress.
You shiver as his fingers glide up your thighs. Stockings are hard to come by, your bare skin breaking out in goose bumps all over.
It’s been a long time since a man touched you. It’s never been like this, so electrified. Your nerve endings alight when he meets the cut of you over your underwear, finding you soaking through the cotton. He grunts, pushing aside the offending material to reach your cunt, your gasp smothered by another rushed kiss. Your hands no longer attempt to stroke him, he’s distracting and precise, filling you with two fingers, as you ride his palm.
“Fuck…”
This isn’t a dream. If it were, you’d be awake already. When you fantasize about this, he never gets this far. You climb, his lips peppering your cheek as you rock, his thumb rubbing your clit, your body tightening. His teeth graze your jaw and your back bows.
“Come, my darling,” he whispers. “Come for me…”
You explode, vision whitening as he brings you off, your hands gripping his arms to keep you steady. You ride it out, thighs shaking as he pulls back to look you in the eye.
“How was that?” he murmurs, and he’s smiling again.
He’s so beautiful when he smiles. You kiss him instead of answering, still twitching deep inside. His fingers slip away, sticky on your thighs as he widens them.
In a rush, you lift your hips to pull your underwear down, while he rearranges his own to free his cock, and then he’s there, he’s right there –
He grunts as he pushes inside you, your arms wrapping around his neck to kiss him, to pull him back down. He rocks, filling you, and you both still, sighing.
“You feel incredible,” he whispers, and you grin up at him. “Are you alright?”
“Better than alright,” you whisper back.
He moves again, almost all the way out before slamming into you, both of you groaning. The delicious drag of him makes you tremble and moan, your head falling back against the desk as he picks up speed.
“Don’t finish in me,” you whisper, and he nods, his breaths turning to pants.
He buries his face in your neck, and you hold on for dear life, taking everything, feeling as if you are floating above your body with how reckless he becomes so quickly. He pulls back at the last second, kissing you, one hand gripping your jaw.
He comes, sweat on his forehead, and you pant along with him, dazed.
For several moments, you say nothing, resting together, still lying on the desk. He peels away, offering to help you up. You pull your underwear back on, and he tidies himself. You wait for the other shoe to drop, but he takes out two cigarettes, lighting them both and inhaling them before handing you one.
“Can I walk you home, now?” he whispers.
He’s so quiet, so utterly elsewhere in that moment that you stare at the side of his face, smoking, before he finally looks at you, hopeful.
“Yes,” you whisper back, exhaling.
Let me know if you like this one! Thank you for reading. 😘❤️
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Hello how are you
I have a request where lesso and r are dating but lesso is stressed with smt maybe tests? And so she kinda forgets stuff w r or just r in general so r picks up a hobby maybe something scientific ir like building smt (like an ironman suit but its okay if you choose something else) and so lesso finds out and apologises for being so distracted and distant and r tells her about her project/projects
Have a good day :) x
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*Authors note~ooo I think this could realistically be something Leonora would struggle with and a tad self indulgent whoops*
Trigger warnings~ abandonment? Slight mommy kink? Implied smut
Prompt~ see ask^^^
You knew your girlfriend was stressed. After all you only had a class, the Dean of Evil had the whole school to oversee and you knew that must be such a challenge for her. So you expected to see less of the woman but what you didn't expect was how much she seemed to forget things. At first you passed it off as a one time accident and she was so apologetic that you truly couldn't stay mad at her, she's just too damn cute. She'd kill you of course ever you ever told her that out loud, you knew that but you still did so anyway.
Soon enough though, these little things became more frequent and it was truly starting to affect you. You knew she was busy, and you should be okay with that but your abandonment issues were starting to kick in. You'd let yourself get close to someone and now she was gonna do what they all do. Leave. Get you feeling safe and loved only to take it away. You didn't feel enough for her to even bother and remember your existence. You refused to fall into this trap, no you were going to battle the bad thoughts and keep busy. If your busy and she's busy then it will go super fast and then she won't be annoyed with you or call you clingy. She would have absolutely no reason to leave you, you were gonna do something, anything to make sure she would stay.
You began to spend your spare time in the lab, working on the mechanics of an Ironman suit but designing it to look more like the suit that the black widow wears. It was fairly obvious you had a thing for redheads, so it was no surprise your inspiration was Nat from the Marvel series you'd binged recently. The mechanics you felt were the hardest to grasp really after all you were doing this as a pure novice only using books to learn and guide you. You'd had setbacks after all crossing the two suits together was difficult. But you were making headway now and you couldn't be prouder of your achievements. Sure you had bad days, days where being without Leonora felt physically painful but you pushed through knowing that your girlfriend wouldn't come to bed until the wee hours of the morning and would leave before you were even awake for the day.
Leonora knew she felt bad, work had been piling up and preventing her from doing even the basic things like eating and sleeping. And more importantly she'd neglected you. The guilt eating away at her so much that she knew she had to find you. She'd been told that you snuck off somewhere recently and her insecurities grew. If you'd found someone else, she couldn't expect anything else she'd neglected you. But she loves you more than life itself so the thought made her heart shatter into pieces.
Thankfully, when Leonora followed you down to the lab this evening she was met with you adding the finishing touches to the suit and looking through sketches. "Sweetheart?" Leo called slightly worried of you being frustrated with her. "Baby! Hi, come see what I built" you giggled excitedly pointing at your creation and gathering the sketches you made of it.
"Wow, sweetheart this is amazing and you did this all yourself?" She murmured examining the suit and sketches, "this me love?" She purred as you flushed and nodded, "missed you baby" was all you offered in explanation. "I know sweetheart I'm sorry I've been so busy. I've missed you too so so much" she murmured before catching a hold of your chin and using it to guide your lips to hers. The sweet kiss didn't remain sweet for long, after all your bodies missed each other just as much as your hearts did. "Want me to try it on love?" She teased and you flushed red again, as she looked over the sketches once more. "Baby? Really? You do have a thing for that Nat then hmm?" She teased casting you to rush around the lab, putting sketches away and coming back to your girlfriend.
"If you missed me so much why don't you show me mommy" you whimpered kissing her cheek and running off to your shared bedroom, you knew how much Leonora loved the chase. "My little beautiful minx" she hummed before counting to ten and following after you.
Word count~ 854
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Hello 👋 for your token of sleep project I would like a daydream prompt with Jason Todd demon AU where he is an incubus and the f reader has accidentally summoned him yet she is super stressed out and needs some relief. Ps. I hope your having a great day or night.
Oh boy am I feeling this as I've just started my grad program while still working full-time. Feelin' like actual death right now.
Thanks for participating and I hope that you have a great day/night as well!
Minors and ageless blogs DNI!
Pairing: Jason Todd x F!Reader
Warnings: Demon AU, smut, slight degradation
/ "There you go," Jason encouraged, watching carefully at the fine movements of your body as he readied it to take him. "Keep breathing. It's okay. Let out a curse even. Fuck? That's what I'm trying to do, sweetheart, just be patient. You can't handle this all at once."
You said a quick prayer to God-any god that would listen- to help you pass your midterms, or at the very least give you the strength to get through the last twelve pages of your paper.
The eerie rustle of papers made your skin prickle as you looked for any source of wind. The window was closed. Your fan was off. The bedroom door had been closed for hours as your roommate gave up, deciding to indulge in hedonistic procrastination instead of keeping their nose buried in a book all weekend.
"God?" You asked, in half-jest and half-hope, your delirious mind looking for any excuse to take itself away from your computer screen.
"Already? We haven't even gotten to the good parts yet, sweetheart," a voice drawled from the darkness beneath your desk.
Reflexively, you scooted back, computer chair wheels swiveling wildly until the back bumped into the foot of your bed. You scrambled off the chair and into your bed, a stupid thought of hiding beneath the covers running through your mind.
The voice crawled from its den, and at first, it was nothing more than hunkering darkness. Each step it took towards you gave it shape, and you sat paralyzed, watching as you saw the face of your end.
Under the dim lighting of your lamp, you saw chiseled muscle and horns. The sharp glint of his fangs were lost as you focused on his face-strange and unknown yet more alluring than frightening. Your mind glossed over his nakedness to be enthralled by his splendor.
"Who are you? What are you?"
"Is it tacky to say, whatever you want me to be?" The being seemed amused by his own joke and only became serious when he realized you weren't laughing with him.
His thumb stuck back to the pile of books behind him before crossing his arms sternly. "You summoned me." He elaborated after your blank stare. "The sigil?" Your bored scrawlings? "The prayer?"
"So you'll help me pass my classes?" His uncertain hum wasn't convincing.
"Or at least help me study better?" He shrugged.
"Will you at least help me out with my job or pay my rent, so I can focus on school?"
"Look," he spoke, "I'm an incubus. Call me Jason. Best I can do is give you post-nut clarity. Take it or leave it."
With a sigh, you weighed your options. The demon seemed useless, but who knew what a clear head could do for your productivity. You gave in with an annoyed 'Fine.'
He grinned, smile stretching to show off two precious dimples. "Atta girl. Smart decision. See, you hardly even need me." In a blink, he was in bed with you, making quick work of your clothes. "But I'm grateful all the same."
His kisses trailed up your legs as they spread for him wider than you were willing to admit. To your relief, he said nothing, only grinned as he buried his nose in your folds. Jason's fingers worked in sync with his tongue, drawing out your sweet nectar as it collected on the base of his knuckles.
After a few minutes, he rose, broad shoulders flexing before he sat back to look at his work. His index and middle finger spread apart to look at your hole. "A tight fit, but we can make it work," he mumbled more to himself than you.
His cock was ribbed with thick fat veins and narrowed down to gently arrowed tip, the end drooling with opalescent pre-cum. He gave his cock a few pumps, its length growing an extra inch for good measure as heavy balls lightly swayed.
"I don't think it'll-" You tried to interject, but your thought was lost as the head entered and teased, rubbing against your clit as you body ached for the demon.
"There you go," Jason encouraged, watching carefully at the fine movements of your body as he readied it to take him. "Keep breathing. It's okay. Let out a curse even. Fuck? That's what I'm trying to do, sweetheart, just be patient. You can't handle this all at once."
Five frustrating minutes later, his length was buried inside you, and Jason wasted no more time to fuck you, resting his ankles on his shoulders as he worked.
The orgasm was noticeably longer than others you've had and seemed to drain the life out of you as you tried to catch your breath. Jason was unaffected-chipper even- as he laid beside you.
"So what's that post-nut clarity telling you?" Each human was different after all.
You checked the time before looking back at your books and computer. You had work in three hours and your paper was due in six.
"I'm already fucked," you admitted before straddling his great lap. "Might as well enjoy it."
A Token of Sleep | event / Jason Todd's Masterlist / Rest's Main M.list
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Violet and Rose Ch. 20
Larissa Weems x OC (Fern Rogers)
Authors Note: It's hard being Fern Rogers.
“Day two of indulgence?” Larissa whispered when you finally roused from your sleep. She pressed a kiss to your clothed shoulder, but you weren’t particularly looking for any messing about this morning. Not yet at least, you still felt too tired, instead all you offered her was a low hum in response that was akin to the phrase ‘no thank you’.
You were exhausted and being pulled from your sleep immediately made you nauseous. The inconsistencies of pregnancy were becoming a nuisance. Typically, you had preferred sleeping on your stomach, but the forming bump made that impossible to get comfortable. Everything about being pregnant was stressing you out and the past week you had been dealing with a ravenous appetite while feeling so depressed you hadn’t wanted to consume anything. You were someone who appreciated a routine and consistency and pregnancy was depriving you of that.
“Feeling okay?” Larissa curled into your back, a hand finding its way to your hardening stomach. You were becoming a bit nervous at your size so early on. In your head, you had assumed you were about 8 weeks into the pregnancy and everything you had read suggested that the pregnancy wouldn’t really show until the second trimester. And just as easily as your anxiety had been building, the tears began to fall. You wiped your eyes with the bed sheet and pretended you were fine, but Larissa knew better.
“Talk to me.” She moved away from you, propping herself on her elbow, and tugging on your arm so you would lay on your back. You squeeze your eyes shut and try to blink away any tears before flipping onto your back, but Larissa can see the tears staining your face. The fragile state of your relationship was rearing its ugly head when Larissa felt her heart drop and began wondering what she had said to make you feel this way, “What’s wrong, darling?”
“I just- I think I need to see a doctor. I feel so far along and I don’t think that’s normal. I’m only eight weeks-“ You began gesturing with your hands, your tone growing more frustrated.
Your brow furrowed when you looked up to see Larissa smiling down at you. The smile was almost pained, like she knew something you didn’t, “Honey, you could be up to 11 weeks pregnant. I counted. The house warming party was at the end of May and it’s early-August now.”
You lurch up from the bed, knowing you are about to be sick. If you were that far along, then your first trimester would be coming to a close, leaving you with less than 30 weeks until you would be projected to have the baby. Your mind was reeling as you vomited into the toilet. Larissa was right behind you, holding your hair and pulling it into a rough ponytail. While you continued to relieve yourself of the contents of your stomach, Larissa began formulating a plan to settle your anxieties.
Larissa left you alone in the bathroom momentarily for her to grab her cell phone. When she returned, you were sitting on the bathroom floor with your eyes closed, hoping you were done for the day. She takes a seat on the bathroom floor behind you, allowing you to lean back into her embrace.
She proceeds to make a phone call while she holds you, “Hi, mother.”
“I’m good… I was wondering if you still knew that woman who is an OBGYN?”
“Fern and I still have a few days left in England and she is particularly nervous about the baby right now. Do you think you could-”
“Really?”
You become distracted by the sound of the hotel room door opening and Rowan walks in. A smile graces the vampire’s face when she sees the both of you together on the bathroom floor. Rowan pulls a finger to her lips, letting you know she plans to be quiet, before moving deeper into the hotel room. She had been coming and going infrequently since you and Larissa’s reunion. In all honesty, you hadn’t spoken to her so you had no idea where she was getting off to during those long stretches of time.
“Yes, just call me or text me what she says.”
“The baby is fine, mother. I think we are just looking for answers on how far along she is and-”
“Tell dad we will just ask when we meet with the OBGYN-”
“If, yes, if, mother. If we can meet with the OBGYN.”
“Yes, okay… I love you too.”
To your recollection, that was one of the longest and most pleasant calls you had ever heard between Larissa and her mother. When she placed her phone up on the bathroom counter, she placed her hands on your sides, “Are you ready to go back to bed for a bit?
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“Now don’t embarrass me.” Christine was gripping the steering wheel and her knuckles seemed to be turning white. She had been nervously chattering the entire drive to her old friend’s private practice outside of the city. Larissa’s mother had insisted on driving the both of you, mainly for the opportunity to prove her support for your relationship and spend time with Larissa. Her plans seemed to be failing when Larissa chose to sit in the back and had been silently staring out the window for a majority of the drive.
“You shouldn’t talk to yourself like that, Christine.” You crane your neck to look at her from the passenger seat, your tone was flat, reminding her of the critical nature of her own words. You face forward once more, unable to see the humored smile that crept onto Larissa’s lips.
“I just mean to say that I haven’t seen Dr. Feng since we went to Nevermore together and I…” Christine trailed off as she began remembering her own time at Nevermore and the complicated relationship she held with the siren. Larissa and you were none the wiser about the true depths of the relationship they had while attending Nevermore
You assume Christine’s vanity was getting the better of her as she wanted to portray that her family hadn’t recently imploded. You try to offer her words of reassurance, but the events of the past week almost made you sound sarcastic, “We will be one big, happy family… Don’t you worry.”
Driving outside of the city made you feel quite at home in a way. You enjoyed staring off into the fields of crops, silently identifying the grains and trees that lingered at the outskirts of the fields. You couldn’t help a happy little smile when Larissa reached through the small space on your right to tap at your side- all she wanted was for you to hold her hand. Though it was slightly uncomfortable, there you both sat, quietly holding each other as you prepared yourselves for news that would assuredly change your futures.
The placard in front of the building read:
C. Feng, MD.
Obstetrician-gynecologist
The office was technically closed, but Dr. Feng was more than happy to stay late in order to see Christine once again. You found the tension between the two to be palpable, but Larissa only seemed to be focused on you as she whispered quiet reassurances and kept a hand on your arm or back at all times. As to be expected of a siren, Dr. Cirilacia Feng was extremely beautiful, but her devil-may-care bedside manner put you at ease when she guided Larissa and you into a small room for an ultrasound. Christine opted to stay outside to avoid seeing any part of your potentially naked body. You took a seat on the examination table with Larissa nervously shifting back and forth at your side.
“Please sit.” Dr. Feng gestured to the open chair, but Larissa shook her head insisting that she would be more comfortable standing near you. You reach up and take Larissa’s hand, hoping to calm her nerves. From the drive over here, your nerves seemed to be settling while Larissa’s nerves climbed. You always did find a way to balance one another out.
“Alright… Now, we are going to speed up the process a little bit today. I’m going to forego some of the normal questions and procedures just to let you guys get a look at the baby.” Dr. Feng went to work setting up her equipment whilst she instructed you where to sit and what to do, “Fern, I would like you to sit back more on the table, get nice and comfortable, then, please lift your shirt nice and high for me…”
You silently went to work, pushing yourself back so you laid against the backrest and lifted your shirt so the fabric was bunched up right below your breasts. Larissa unintentionally was squeezing your hand a little too tightly, anxious to receive more answers about your child.
Dr. Feng kept speaking, even while you and Larissa were quiet from the nerves, “Now the gel is a little cold and we will try to keep it off your shirt, but accidents happen sometimes… What I’m going to do is move this little wand around and through the magic of science, we should get a funky little image of your uterus and developing babies on the screen.”
You were at a loss for what was happening on the staticy screen. You tried convincing your brain into seeing something, but you had no experience or skill in detecting the outline of your baby. This was until Dr. Feng’s guiding hand pointed to the screen, “You can see all of your reproductive organs. Here is your uterus and ovaries… and there… right there is baby #1… and there is baby #2. Twins. Congratulations!”
“Twins?” Larissa and you enquired at the same time. Both of your eyes were glued to the monitor, trying to rationalize the words the doctor had spoken. Your mind was reeling. One baby, sure, but two? You were beginning to question your personal capabilities in handling the parenting of two children.
“Yes. If you would like, I could do a transvaginal ultrasound and we could figure out a rough due date for them?”
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While you remained silent on the drive back, Christine and Larissa seemed to be buzzing with excitement, bonding over the shopping that needed to be done. Christine dropped you both off at the hotel and Larissa had an air of protective nervousness around her. She kept insisting you should go upstairs and rest, while you were interested in getting out of the hotel for once.
In the end, you didn’t find it something to be worth arguing over so you let her lead you back up to the hotel room. Rowan was upstairs waiting for you. Larissa texted her the news during the drive back. Ro was jittering with excitement, “Not one little hybrid outcast, but two? This is going to be amazing! When are they due?”
“February. Valentine’s day-ish.” You responded quickly, but couldn’t help but pout when Larissa tucked you into bed, her lips pressed to your forehead, almost sealing the deal that you were going to stay there and rest until you went out for a late dinner.
Rowan was gently spinning herself back and forth in a swivel chair, her tone turning nervous, the pacing of her words cautious, “So when are you planning on getting back home?”
Both you and Larissa exchanged looks before turning back to Rowan, providing her with a ‘what have you done look’. She immediately became defensive, trying to explain away her question, but she only seemed to be digging a deeper hole, “Nothing is wrong. I just got a call from the person who is watching the forest and it seems like there are some strange occurrences where the Council of 12 Cedars is. There was some dieback in the forest, but now things are grown again. M-My friend was just concerned about the fluctuations in the health of the forest, so I was just-”
“What kind of dieback? Do you have pictures?” You attempted to get up from bed, but Larissa’s hand against your chest kept you resting against the headboard.
“I’m sure everything is fine. Right, Rowan?” Larissa’s tone was threatening, causing Rowan’s eyes to widen.
“Yes. She told me that things are beginning to grow back. I’m sure we can go take a look when you get home.” Rowan tried recovering, but what was said was said. You were regretful of so many things at this moment and they all seemed to just be piling up.
Link to Chapter 21
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I’ll never let you fall.
Cordelia Goode x Mina Venable x Billie dean Howard x Reader
* Hi guys! I'm sorry it's been so long. I've been really sick. In and out of the hospital and recently had to get a biopsy done and waiting on the results. So I will try to get up some more stories soon. Hope you enjoy this one.*
Mina walks into the cozy house releasing a quiet sigh of relief that the day is done and over. She shrugs off her jacket and drops her Keyes and purse on the table before walking into the living room.
There she finds Billie reading quietly on the couch.
“Hello, darling,” Mina calls out to her.
“Hello. How was your day?”
“Ugh.” the redhead grunts as she takes a seat next to Billie.
“I’m sorry doll. At least you’re home now.” The blonde says softly caressing Mina’s arm.
The redhead hums in agreement leaning into her touch.
“Cordelia is going to be late,” Billie tells her.
“Is she still trying to find a cure for y/n?”
“Yeah…
She’s wasting time. We need to spend whatever we have left with her.”
“Don’t talk like that! She’s not going to die, Billie.”
“You don’t know that Mina! She’s sick and while Cordelia’s efforts to cure her are honorable she’s isolating herself from y/n.”
“I don’t want to talk about this anymore!” Mina says in an annoyed tone as she pulls away from Billie.
Out of the three of them, Mina was still very much in denial about everything.
“Where is she anyway?” she asked looking around the house.
“She’s in the office building the new Lego set I brought her.”
“I don't understand why she's obsessed with a toy for children and why you indulge her,” Mina said rolling her eyes.
“It makes her happy and I won’t deny her any joy.” The blonde says.
“I suppose you’re right.” Mina sighs.
Mina gets up and walks towards the back of the house to the small office down the hall. It’s typically shared by all four of you but since you’ve been sick you’ve been using it primarily to build the Lego sets Billie buys you.
The redhead stops at the doorframe as she watches you silently. It’s only been a couple of months since your diagnosis but your body is already taking a toll. Your skin was lighter almost white compared to its original color. Your body is frail and small and dark circles formed underneath your eyes. For once the redhead actually stopped at looked at you and this caused tears to prick Mina’s eyes.
You noticed her watching you in the corner and decided once you were done to look up. You flash a bright smile her way.
“Hi, Mina.”
“Hello, my love.” She says with a small smile.
“I finished it you want to see?” You asked.
The redhead nods as she walks towards you. She settles behind the chair you’re sitting in as she looks down at your project.
“It’s beautiful what is it?”
“It’s a miniature version of the castle at Disney World. Billie got it for me because she knows how much I love Disney.” You said with a smile.
“What will your next project be?”
“Hmm. I’m not sure.”
“I’m sure you will think of something,” she says kissing the top of your head.
“Are you alright today Mina? You look sad.”
“I’m fine love. Just fine. How about we go cuddle and look for your next project?” she suggested.
“Really?”
She nods.
“Okay!” You smiled getting up to stand next to her. Unfortunately, you got up too quickly causing a sudden but small state of dizziness for yourself.
“Careful my love,” Mina says as she grabs onto you.
“Sorry. Head rush.”
“It’s quite alright dear I would have caught you.”
“I know you'd never let me fall.”
“Never,” she says softly.
You both share a smile and a quiet moment together. You can tell Mina is sad and you're pretty sure you know why. All of your girlfriends have had the same look in their eyes since you've been diagnosed. However, Mina has been the only one to treat you the same as she did before and for that you were grateful.
You smile as you lean in to kiss her lips softly. “I love you, Mina.”
“I love you too little one. Come on let's go cuddle.”
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Hello! I'm SO overdue to give you a big ol' rave review on the Vulnera Sanentur series, but I've been working my way through it this winter and spring, and I absolutely love it!! I admire your writing skills so much, and I'd love to pick your brain about writing inspo/strategy/etc.
So for the Fanfic Writer questions: ✍️🚀👓🦋🦈💭🚦💛
I know that's a lot, so feel free to skip Q's if its too much! :)
Ahhh, thank you my dear mutual who never fails to make my dash a more fascinating place <3
(And if you're interested the Snape/Lily ballet!au is wonderful!)
Answers below the cut:
✍️ What’s your ideal writing setup?
I'm not at all particular about where I write as long as it's reasonably quiet and comfy, but I love to write outside in the summer and as soon as I get a new laptop battery I intend to one of those coffee shop writers sipping gravely on a latte while I think about whether my characters should get it on in a library or the kitchen
🚀 Do you like to outline your fic first or create as you go?
Definitely outline, but creating as I go within that outline. Some of the best moments of writing are when the characters come to life and insist on wrecking all your plans for them. Which means the outlines keep evolving.
👓 What helps you focus when you write?
Definitely music! I nearly always listen when I write. It also helps set the emotional tone (sometimes too much and then I have to go back and tone it down)
🦋 Which character is your favorite to write?
Snape. Always Snape. Grey, ambiguous, complex, lonely, loyal, brave. Queer-coded, autistic-coded, masks in public, doesn't fit into anyone's box. And most importantly, someone who pickles slimy things in a laboratory and lines up the jars on his shelves.
Sometimes I wish I could get deep into some other fandom and character but he keeps calling me back.
🦈 Which character is the toughest to write?
Definitely Remus. Because at heart he is a genuinely kind and gentl person, but it's hard to disentangle from his passive-aggressive self-loathing and anxious avoidance. Which is so human and relateable but also really hard to pin down.
💭 What inspires you and your writing?
As someone who loves people and is fascinated by people but is socially quite anxious, writing is a lifeline. I *have* to write. It's all about the vulnerability and intimacy. I'm an absolute fiend for these scared, lonely, closed-up characters learning to let their guard down and be vulnerable with someone, whether a friend or a lover or something in between. And letting themselves love in the midst of their grief, knowing that they could lose again, knowing that grief is, as told by WandaVision, love persevering.
(And on the smuttier side of things, I've come to realize that I have something of a thing for extremely repressed characters having an awakening. Which is why you tend to see a lot of Virgin!Snape tags in my fics. I also love exploring all the awkwardness that comes with being physical and how that ties in to being vulnerable.)
🚦What sort of endings do you prefer to write: ambiguous, bad, happily ever after, etc.?
Happily ever after but with a touch of something to make them feel real, maybe? Everything is okay but the characters have scars or regrets or losses, or they love each other but still have conflict.
Bittersweet endings are so powerful and memorable and beautiful and I love them and hate them and they make me want to chew my arm off. I've only written one, a conclusion to one of the storylines in Vulnera Sanentur and The Bollan Cross. I think about it all the time.
💛 What is the most impactful lesson you’ve learned about writing?
Write what you love. Always. Because there's at least one person out there who will love it too, and it's a story you'll always be able to keep and take with you. And if you're not enjoying it, you don't have to do it! Take a break, switch to a new project, write that self-indulgent thing you've always wanted to.
The asks can be found here, so feel free to reblog or let me know in the comments if you want to be asked something! I love hearing about people's creative process.
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Honestly I think Bad ending Sean would use that time of being kidnapped to sleep because he doesn’t get much of it anymore. Some of the first times he’s caught is probably from him passing out from exhaustion. But to talk about Good Sean and Good Sol I think Sean would actually go out of his way to be friends with Sol after getting comfortable around them and that kinda goes with all the companions. He’d see the companions as a new family even if he was a bit awkward and shy at first. I mean he’s already got two other families this is just the only one where he doesn’t call one of them mom… but that’s dependent on if he’s romanced (that last part is a joke lmao)
Okay so i just wanna say I'm really enjoying this conversation and having fun omfg <3333 I love how much we're writing and bouncing ideas off of each other. We get to explore our OC and learn about the other person's OC too. Thanks for indulging me with this.
And good ending Sol wouldn't reject his attempts at friendship, but I don't think either of them would get enough time to actually be friends.
Because in their bad ending they are making time for each other without realising it, they are spending time together. And like how you said Sean would get rest during his kidnapping trips, Sol probably gets a chance to get out and use their power instead of having servents or other sorcerers bring them the people and the gold.
They are helping each other without realising it.
But in the good ending, both of their attention would be stretched too thin. Sol doesn't want a found family and would reject that notion. No matter how much Sean tries to inculde them, they make it clear they only prefer one on one hangouts.
They're a very high maintenence friend.
If they end up leaving with Lae'zel or Tav it would be harder too, they'd have to make do with letters. Honestly probably Sol would be too ashamed of their past and just ignore the companions attempts at reconnecting unless it's Lae'zel or Minthara.
Funny enough, they are still unwilling to talk to Halsin, some things neve change.
Sean has a lot of found familes by that point, plus his whole project with Jaheira and taking down the rich to give to the poor but doing it right this time instead of harming others.
Sol's morality didn't change, they still don't care for his cause, only admire his dedication to it. Hell even if his cause was to steal from the poor to give to the rich, they'd think it is a little strange but still support him and his ambition from afar.
Basically, anyone who didn't end up their friend in Act 2 won't make it to their good ending with them.
During the epilogue party they might meet Sean and catch up with him, give him a list of the rich people in the past cities they travelled to and say it's a gift to makeup for ignoring his letters.
They'd probably apologise over the fact they can't catch him anymore if he falls from heights, so he better start looking for a plan B. Dying in a splat is too pathetic and they expect better of someone with his potential.
If he offers them to join him, they'd probably decline. They're really looking for a mundane boring life, wasn't it for Lae'zel and the need to show her Faerun, they wouldn't have bothered to travel.
They'll tell him that maybe they'll meet him one day in a tavern and pretend not to know him from across the bar unless he buys them and Lae'zel a drink, of course.
Sol is struggling to be kind and it shows in their awkward attempts. There are too many questions in their head about him and the other companions but they rather not say it and let him live his life, they don't want to repeat the past.
If they don't end up leaving with Lae'zel. Then they'd probably find a grove or a small village to live at. They'd defend its people as a fighter whilst having their isolated small home. Oh, they'd definitely adopt so many pets that the village chef has to make an intervention meeting with them and get them to stop.
Maybe they'll send Sean a couple of these pets instead of releasing them back into the wild. Writing a note that says
"Hey, keep them or give them to Halsin. DO NOT mention my name. xoxo - your #1 hater"
That'd be the second letter they sent to him. The only other one would either be their wedding one or funeral preparation one. They're both the same letter, btw
"This is Sol.
I'm either dying/getting married.
Come over to find out, or don't, more cake for me/my funeral guests.
Formal dress code only.
P.s. Gale may only attend if he is accompanied by Tara, but she isn't required to bring him to attend."
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I think the only time route where they end up as actual friends in the good end, is if he's Tav. Since he was nice to them in act 1 and their friend by act 2, they'd agree to follow him and fight for his cause but warn him that they won't be as strong or useful.
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Hiraeth by cherrywhiskey
Beautiful, mesmerizing, heart-breaking, and restoring. This last chapter was absolutely perfect. It was human - which is often the hardest thing to capture. Loved it!
❤️🥰 Prepare to have MANY feels!
Quotes:
"Pleasant weather, isn't it?"
"Mn."
Well, okay. He admits his opening wasn't exactly what you'd call inviting but it deserved something more than a sound that can't even distinctly be considered a yes or no. He needs a conversation, something to occupy his mind with so his nerves won't be all over the place. The tension in the car is too thick and electrifying and without something to focus on, he's pretty sure he'll vibrate out of his skin.
"Do you remember me from school, Lan Wangji?"
This time, Lan Wangji turns to fix him with an unreadable glance before his gaze sweeps back to the road. Something flickers in his eyes in that fraction of a moment but extinguishes quickly.
"I do," he says, a bit too soft.
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And then, there are times when Lan Zhan does things that make Wei Ying feel... some sort of way.
Like the time they had met on Lan Zhan's request and Wei Ying had whined about a headache. The man had refused to listen to reason and given him a massage before gently laying him in bed and ordering him to sleep. Wei Ying, too tired to argue had given in and then woken up feeling unreasonably chirpy.
Or the time he had brought him red bean steamed buns from the local shop that Wei Ying had once raved about in passing, among a hoard of his usual rambles, never meant to be remembered. He had handed him the box with a simple, "I happened to be in the same area," completely unaware of its recipient's surprise.
Wei Ying had blown him about it.
He had also refused to share the buns with anyone, gobbling them all down to the last morsel all by himself.
Lan Zhan is a thoughtful man. Nothing wrong with appreciating that. While Wei Ying does realize this isn't the sort of thing friends with negotiated favors should indulge in, he believes it's harmless. In fact, it isn't worth overthinking.
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Lan Zhan never really acknowledged it as a crush but he always wanted to get to know more about the boy who saved that rabbit. He wanted to be his friend.
But Wei Ying was always a bit of a whirlwind, too fleet-footed for him to catch up with. Too much life in him for Lan Zhan to be able to grasp into his tiny hands. Too bright to look at.
And by the time Lan Zhan learned how to make friends – or rather, how to let people be his friend – there was already a demarcation between them. And Wei Ying was on the other side of it, too out of reach for him.
Perhaps if he had been a little more welcoming, they could have crossed that boundary.
Or in high school, instead of getting angry every time Wei Ying tried to get a rise out of him, if he had simply exerted more control over his thundering heart and been a bit more easygoing, they could have at least become friends.
But high school came to an end too soon and reality finally set in. They were no longer children. He knew Wei Ying was going to pursue engineering. He was ambitious for all that he was going to learn, all the difference he was going to make in the world. Lan Zhan didn't doubt it for one bit, Wei Ying was too brilliant a star to not shine. But this change also made Lan Zhan come face to face with his own reality. He had his own little dreams, not as ambitious but equally precious to him.
Wei Ying and he were on too different orbits to ever intersect and so, he had allowed himself to accept that maybe, an untold story with no beginning was all they were ever going to be.
E, 156k
Summary:
Hiraeth (Welsh): A deep homesickness; an intense, irrational longing for something irretrievably lost.
"And what becomes of us? The likes of me?"
Lan Zhan shrugs. "They just have to be loved till they learn to believe," he says, looking straight into Wei Ying's eyes, as if it's only the most blatant truth, as if he has no reason to avert his eyes, as if it really is just that simple.
"The likes of you."
The Jiang Tech CEO falls into an arrangement of mutual bedroom favours with his so-called nemesis, the second Lan heir, assuming the odds against them are high enough for complications like feelings to never rear their head. It takes a particularly wretched intervention for him to realize just how naive he had been.
OR: same old falling in love, losing it and getting back together.
@cheerywhiskey
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My Thoughts While Watching Gilmore Girls: Season 1, Episode 20 ("PS I Love You")
What happens in this episode: Rory's bizarre eating habits continue to entertain. Luke hates everything. Lane gets paired up on a science project with Dean, pity the poor thing. Lorelai plays with Luke's belt. Lorelai gives Rory a confusing speech. The people in Rory's orbit are sowing the seeds for her eventual failure in life. Lor and Max are back together, but having seen this show three times before, I know it's thankfully short lived. I call Lorelai "Lor" throughout this review and I sound like fucking Christopher when I call her that but I'm tired and these reviews usually take me 3-4 hours with no breaks. There is only one episode left in Season 1 and 6 more episodes until Jess shows up.
Rory and Lorelai are playing a game at Luke's where they wait to observe the first three men to walk past the window, and pick their future husband. Lorelai must choose either the first or second man to pass by or get stuck with the third. The third man to walk past the window is Kirk. This scene was very cute and funny.
Until it becomes Rory's turn and the first man to walk by is this toenail infection:
I know I pick on Jess' wardrobe, but there's also this fucknugget, who wears the same outfit every single day. Some poor cow sacrificed its life for that stupid leather jacket that probably smells.
Max is back. I don't really hate him or anything. I could just...do without him. Sigh. Max calls Lor at the Inn where they make about a dozen jokes about not wearing pants. L&M have apparently been having "very successful phone calls for the last few weeks" and now they are going back to dating.
Lane drops a bag of nasty Salt & Vinegar Lay's potato chips on Rory's head in a way that really made me chuckle, if I wasn't a lazy piece of shit and I thought that more than 2 people were reading these things, maybe I'd make a gif. Rory is again indulging her gross Lay's potato chip fetish, and it was bad enough when it was plain Lay's, but now she's really crossed over to the dark side and is eating Salt and Vinegar Lay's.
Is each episode going to feature Rory doing something truly bizarre with food? The last three episodes have seen her take a can of sprinkle cheese into her bedroom, eat a plain slice of French toast as an on the go snack, and now she's back to eating her nasty chips. Once I notice a pattern more than twice, I start keeping track.
I just want to let it be known that I think Lane is very funny, intelligent, a good friend, and an all around cool person and I rarely have any issues with her. I think we can all agree that she deserved better.
Lane: What are you doing tonight?
Rory: Homework, homework, and more homework (hey, I thought you just said you had a job). You?
Lane: "Going to meet my science partner."
Dun dun dun.
Rory is again boycotting Doose's and making Lane do her shopping because she might run into Dean. If these boycotts to the two main purveyors of food in town went on long enough, would Ror & Lor eventually starve to death? Can't they go anywhere else? There's obviously a Walmart somewhere nearby.
Luke Danes, ever a devil with the ladies, is shopping for Rachel's birthday and picks out a kittycat pot holder that meows. I like cats, but if that potholder was a dog that barked, I'd marry him.
I can't stop staring at those flowers Lor is holding, they are so pretty.
Luke is off on a rant about birthdays, which turns into a rant about malls. And since this is one of my favorite Luke Rants of all time.
I am going to transcribe it word for word.
"I don't know how to buy gifts,okay? I don't like buying gifts. I don't like getting gifts. This whole gift giving/getting process is completely insane. Suddenly on a certain day, the level of my affection for a person isn't measured by the way that I treat them or what we share. Just because I didn't buy her furry slippers or a giant shoe tree, all of a sudden I suck. No malls! I hate malls! They underpay employees and sell overpriced merchandise! They contribute to urban sprawl! They encourage materialism! The parking's a horror! You drive in, you pay a buck to park and even if you're only there for 5 minutes...."
And Lor fucking cuts him off and offers to shop for him. I wanted to hear him keep going, damn it!
Luke is right to be concerned. If this were my gritty Gilmore Girls Reboot (working title either The Hollow or Gritty Gilmores) Luke's Diner would have either been turned into a Starbucks within a couple of years, or went out of business and crumbled because small town economies are fragile and their local government is corrupt.
Luke, handing Lor his credit card: Nothing too out there. She likes simple. Clean. Nature. Elephants and candles. Can you find her a candle shaped like an elephant?
Dean shows up at the Kim residence, walks in the door without knocking or ringing the bell (okay, fine, it's a shop so I guess I'll allow it) and Mrs Kim pops out of nowhere where she begins furiously interrogating him about his motives, causing Dean to spout "Geez!"
This episode is so freaking funny!
Lane was paired with Dean for her science project together (poor Lane) on "mold, spores and fungus" so I guess Dean will be the test subject. Mrs. Kim is none too happy and rightfully suspicious of Dean being in her home.
If only more people would say this to him. You go, Mrs. Kim!
Lane: I invited him over to work on our science project.
Mrs. Kim:
Can't stop laughing.
Does anyone besides me think way too much about the lives of Lane, Dean, Jess, Shane, and Lindsay as they all attend school together? What is that like? Does this drama (which lets face it, for all 5 people concerned, is centered around Rory) ever continue at school or does it conveniently wait until the last bell rings? There can't be many students at that school so how often do they run into each other or have classes together? Do Dean and Jess have gym class together, where they throw dodgeballs at each other (or does Jess just make excuses and go smoke under the bleachers)? Where does everyone sit in the cafeteria? Were there specially trained counselors on hand at school after Jess murdered Shane? In my unrated Gilmore Girls reboot titled The Hollow, this would be thoroughly explored.
I see all too, if by "see all" you mean I notice stupid shit like this:
What is "Finger white cake" and why has it been marked down in price not once but twice? Now a real bargain at..38 cents? Come on in to Luke's and get your Clearance Finger White Cake.
Dean: I'm sure once your mom gets to know me she'll like me.
Lane: No, she'll hate you forever, it's nothing personal.
Dean to Lane: Is this weird for you?
Yes, this feels very weird. Oh, you were talking to Lane.
Yes, going 5 minutes without hearing about Rory would be very refreshing, thank you.
A stopped watch is still correct twice a day, and sometimes Dean Forrester has an intelligent idea.
Rory found out Dean was at Lane's house and is having a snit-fit.
This is how I look while listening to Max as well.
Paris: I'm just making an observation.
Rory: Great, we'll build a dome over you and jam a telescope in your head.
SUCH A FUNNY EPISODE!
Max and Rory are alone in a classroom, a foot apart, where he's telling her that he's concerned about her after her breakup with Dean, which Lorelai told him about without Rory's knowledge. This feels reeeaaaally super duper inappropriate. Rory also wasn't aware that Lorelai and Max were even talking anymore. This scene made me uncomfortable.
Speaking of uncomfortable, but as in uncomfortable clothes...
This scene is one of my favorites in the series. This episode is great (until it's not anymore).
Guess who just walked in to see this? Starts with an R ends with an Achel. She is none too pleased to find out that Lorelai has not only been shopping for her man but that also she's fiddling with her man's belt.
I just like this shot of Lane and her two cups, looking deep in thought.
Rory has a tiff with Lorelai over the Dean Breakup/Max Reunion sitch and so she runs away to her grandparents' home without telling Lorelai.
Max comes by the Ror & Lor residence, where Lorelai gets a call from Emily that Rory is at her house. He sees that Lor is emotional, vulnerable, and crying again. So he's either going to propose to her or try to sleep with her. Those are the only two options.
This dark blue/denim shirt with the rolled up sleeves, blue hat, and wristwatch looks sooo hot on Luke! Why would you ever try to change him Lor?
(I'm a huge rolled-up-sleeves & watches slut so this look really speaks to my lower half)
Lorelai and Luke are both discussing how much they hate Dean but I only believe one of them really means it. Yeah, sure Lorelai, you want to key Dean's car. Whatever you say.
Luke to Lorelai: "Coffee's on the house today."
It's always on the house because Lorelai never pays for her coffee anyway.
Hey, quit staring, his eyes are up top, Lor! Honestly. Perving is so sinful.
The old one broke? Did Rachel tear it off in a fit of passion? Nah she never would she's boring as fuck.
Tomatos Sign Spotting? No.
Aww, Lorelai's going to visit her boyfriend.
No you don't Lor. I think what you meant to say was "Let's make out in the employee break room."
"You are going to be hard pressed to find another girl as fantastic as Rory."
#JusticeForLindsay
She is SO not convincing when we're supposed to believe she hates Dean. The DALA (Dean & Lorelai Affair) is just getting started.
Dean is being a bratty little shit to Lorelai and raising his voice at her, but it's okay, he's not Jess.
Dean tells his future wife Lorelai that he said I love you to Rory and all she did was sit there and he doesn't understand why that makes him a jerk. Oh I don't know, I think you may be leaving just a LITTLE bit of detail out here. Just a teeny weensy amount. Just a smidge.
Justin Timberlake's creepy smile is making this scene all the more bothersome.
What was a terrific and funny episode until now is going to crash in the last 5 minutes as it so often does on this show. As we hear one of the most confusing Lor-To-Ror advice speeches ever. In my humble opinion that no one cares about.
Lorelai tells Rory that she talked to Dean, and I'm starting to feel really sad for Rory. Does she have any fucking autonomy at all? Lor is off telling Max all about her daughter's very personal business and butting in by talking to Dean, without asking Rory if it was okay first in EITHER situation. Rory looks defeated and even remarked earlier in the episode that she was tired of people trying to coddle her and protect her.
Now, let's make this worse!
Lor: "He said I Love you and you didn't say it back? That must have been rough on him."
Um, FOCUS, Lorelai! Your daughter! Who the everliving fuck cares what your daughter's shitty boyfriend feels? Only you do because you want to fuck him.
Lor: "I haven't thought enough about what I'm supposed to be teaching you." Oooh boy. This can't be good.
I would expect a mother to say first and foremost, "It's okay to wait to say it until you're ready and not under pressure." and that only comes much later (sort of). My other issue is that Lor only learned a few scant details of what happened minutes earlier from Dean, who left a TON of things out (and you can totally believe everything he says), and Rory never went into any detail about why she couldn't say it (although Lorelai did ask her many times and Rory kept refusing, to her credit), so Lorelai decides she'll just fill in the blanks and guess what happened and launches her speech from there. I think the point of this weird speech is that she presumes Rory is afraid of commitment and can't express her feelings. Maybe this would sound better if she knew what Rory was feeling in the first place, instead of basing her shitty advice on a 2 minute interaction with Dean at a grocery store.
I'm sure there have been a dozen interpretations of this speech but personally I thought it was strange and Lorelai just wants Dean and Rory back together so he'll be back in her home where she can fuck him.
"It has to be right and real and has to take a lot of thought. I want you to be ready when it happens."
Well, at least she said it, but she's sending mixed messages. Is it "put a lot of thought into it" or "just go for it"? Blah. It wasn't as bad as I remembered, and I'm willing to give Lorelai credit for the fact that she did try to talk to Rory several times and Rory wasn't at all forthcoming about what happened, I guess.
I know it's trendy to hate on Rory but fuck, Lorelai sucks. Goodnight.
#gilmore girls#lorelai gilmore#rory gilmore#Luke Danes#Lane Kim#Denise Rewatches Gilmore Girls#gilmore girls season 1#chips#salt and vinegar#lays#ps I love you
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Jayden's communication watch would ping, with Cut Man's signal calling in. The Robot Master waiting calmly for her to answer, before speaking up. "Jay, Hey! I uh. I'm calling to let you know. You're. Getting a new installment. For the museum." His voice tried to sound cheery, his usual self. But there was pauses and shaken breaths taken. Trying his best to sound okay. He was not. "My brother."
The day ended rather early, for Jayden's own pleasure. A night to herself meant relaxation, a little self-indulgence plucking her guitar, and researching more information on personal projects. Nothing too alarming, yet still of urgency in the reporter's eyes. Blog posts, webpages, even any news reports from other cities outside Rocket's network.
Any scrape, any little sign, or even a rumor of its existence would mean a success. Or at least a lead.
Her coffee grew cold since the last brew, but while trekking into the kitchen for a hot refill a light-hearted ringtone directed her attention away from her drink. She knew, by the tune alone, whom was on the other line. Each of her contacts were programmed with a specific jingle, for easier recognition and caller identification too. She doesn't need another 'UNKNOWN NAME' messing with her primary communication source again.
"Hey Cut!" Her tone cheerily greeted the robot master, but the warm conversation never gained any traction. Despite not being able to see Cut himself, something sounded...off, in his voice. Jayden's smile drooped, growing more into a concerned and slightly confused expression. "Oh...I...didn't think you'd call me for something like that." Most museum news came first-hand from her mom. There was excitement building up for the upcoming exhibition, which kept April inside the building's storage and directories until the waking hours of the night.
Like tonight, for example.
The silence lingered after Cut briefly gave her this message, uncomfortable and growing distressful. "....hey...is...everything alright? That didn't sound like-"
.....oh.....
..........oh.......
"Your...brother??" Another pause stretched out longer than needed. The coffee was soon forgotten as the reporter briskly walked back into her own room. Her mother never talked in too much detail about the exhibit's points of interest yet. Most of the spaces were still either a work in progress, or under construction. But nonetheless...
...another Robot Master had been unearthed.
"I know you have other siblings already reactivated but....who is this one?" If Cut Man was willing to tell the truth.
#ic#Jayden#machinesandman#MMX Full Time Verse - Reporter Jayden#((am I ALSO sprinkling in a bit of some PLOT into this post?#it's more likely than you think~))
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ready for more Friendly Fighter Fodder???
Good. Glad to hear it. Love the enthusiasm.
This post will be a rambly and is no way needed to enjoy the Fighter series, so if you rather skip it feel free! This discourse takes place after Chapter 9 and assumes that you've looked over the character chart.
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Friendly Fighter Fodder (vol. 1)
First of all, I really appreciate how kind and understanding everyone has been since I started managing Sopebubbles' blog. It's been a lot of fun for me to interact with you guys and see you react to this story that I really love.
For this Friendly Fighter Fodder, I got to interview our lovely and talented author. Without further ado, please allow me to introduce her. You know her best for such works as Serendipity, A Sea Without You, 21st Century Girl and so many more. Maddie, welcome. We are honored to have you with us today.
Thank you! Its a pleasure to be here!
It's okay if I call you Maddie, right?
You can call me whatever you like.
I'm not used to sitting in front of genius.
Oh, you're too kind.
So let's jump right in. Why is Val's birthday important?
Both beastie and I are very interested in astrology. I think about it at least a little bit with most of my characters, though not all. Sometimes I like to deliberately build characters around a zodiac sign. For example, Yn in The Pact was created as a Gemini to complement Jin's Sagittarius because it's one of astrology's great pairings.
However, with Val, I needed to choose a birthday. So I decided what zodiac sign suited her best and we ended up in April as an Aries because she's very action-oriented and pretty impulsive. I think her Aries sun and Tae's Aries moon really allowed for their explosiveness.
For awhile we were really stuck between Scorpio and Aries, because she is really intense and has a secret and this deep emotional world that she's trying to understand. The birthday we chose actually has her moon as Scorpio, which is why we ultimately settled on that particular date.
Also, my moon is in Scorpio so it made it easy to project onto her. 😂
And I happen to love scorpio moon folks, so it's perfect.
Can you talk a little bit about the relationship dynamics within Bangtan? I know some of them have been touched on in the story, but they all seem very open. How does it work?
Namkook: Namjoon wasn't super serious about anyone before Jungkook. Partially it was that he didn't want to get anyone invested in his lifestyle. His parents weren't exactly a role model couple (because his dad was a jerk). He knew pretty early on that he was bisexual, but never pursued anyone of either gender very seriously until he met Jungkook. As Kook tell us, it was Jin who got him to stop fooling around and put him to use. After a couple of years of working the streets for Jin, and after finishing high school, he began to work more closely with Jin and that's how he met Namjoon. They hit it off pretty quickly! Namjoon new his dad wouldn't approve of the relationship because of toxic masculinity, so they kept it secret for the most part until his father was killed and he took over. They are still pretty low key. While they love each other deeply and are very committed, they do indulge in (mostly) sexual encounters both in and outside the relationship. Jungkook keeps a separate bedroom because Namjoon snores too loud sometimes and they both like their space.
I really like this pair together. We had talked about before how they complemented each other really well. Namjoon has a tendency to think everything through very deeply and choose the best course of action. While Jungkook can be entirely thoughtless, but then just kind of…do the right thing?? I think Namjoon is very taken with Jungkook's instincts and ability to be carefree and capable.
And Namjoon also appreciates how physically unbreakable Jungkook is. Maybe he thinks about that with Val, too. Allow your mind to wander where it will with that piece of information.
What about 2seok?
As discussed in chapter 8, Hoseok first met Jin on the streets of Seoul when he (accidentally) killed for the first time. But it was hardly the first time Jin had seen him. Seokjin thinks that one of his talents is finding people with potential. He's a pretty big fan of diamonds in the rough and fixing broken toys. He had been following Hobi around the streets for at least a couple of weeks. He wasnt necessarily supposed to be there; it wasn't exactly Bangtan territory. But he had been looking for a way to approach Hoseok, and the moment presented himself. Since Hobi really had nowhere to go and was worried about being sought out by the other gang, he stayed with Jin. They became deeply devoted to one another. When Jin was assigned to go to LA, there was no way he would leave Hoseok behind. They are very much a part of each other.
Oh. And they are open to possibilities, but generally both too busy and not interested enough to pursue anything outside of each other, but they might be able to make some time 👀
I always saw Jin as someone who puts Hoseok before anyone else. In terms of being on the queer spectrum, in my mind (and I don't know if you'd agree with this) he had the strongest preference for men. That being said, he is deeply in love with Hoseok who knows things about Seokjin that no one else does. In a lot of ways, I think Seokjin is grateful to Hoseok for accepting him completely and he wants to do the same in return. So if someone was important to Hoseok or Hoseok wanted to explore, then Jin would be more than willing to let and encourage that happening. With or without him being there also.
I haven't really thought much about how much Jin prefers men, but I agree he has a strong preference for Hoseok. I think Jin is someone who spends a lot of time trying to get to the very bottom of someone's being, which is part of why he doesn't trust Val immediately. I think once he's explored the depths of her, he'll be disappointed in himself for not having been the one to discover her. 😂 But yes, absolutely, he would let Hoseok have whatever or whoever he wanted.
On to Vmin...
Yes, now Vmin...theirs is the least like a relationship. They met while attending the same expensive private school. Jimin was…a trouble maker and entirely too smart for his own good. Tae was, well pretty much how Tae is. They were friends and that was pretty much it. Fast forward a couple of years after graduation and Jimin is being held by the FBI for some very less than legal computer activities. Tae finds out and appeals to Namjoon, who convinces his dad that getting Jimin out of trouble and under their organization will be well worth the cost of a bribe—which it was.
Afterward, Jimin introduced Taehyung to the BDSM scene and the two began a casual, open sexual relationship. They both freely sleep with other people as we have seen, but they do tend to see each other as a constant.
I have thought a lot about Jimin’s character specifically! I don’t know if as authors we’re allowed to have favorites, but if we were allowed he would definitely be among the contenders! You may have noticed that Jimin’s header was used for Chapter Nine despite the fact that the focus was mostly on Y/n. However, this was the first time we started to see Jimin’s character through his interactions with other people. We start to get a sense of what he values and what he doesn’t and what motivates him.
Jimin is aromantic and alexithymic. An important thing to note is one does not cause the other. You can be uninterested in romance and not have alexithymia and you can have alexithymia and be interested in romance. Jimin just happens to be both. I included Jimin’s aromanticism on his character chart because if you asked Jimin directly if he was interested in romance, he would flat out tell you, “No.” However, if you asked Jimin if he was alexithymic, he’d have no idea what you were talking about. Jimin is comfortable. Bangtan accepts him for who he is and he feels safe with his friends. Thus, he doesn’t feel the need to go looking for answers. He understands that on some level, he’s different but he also knows that while he doesn’t understand his emotions, other people don’t understand how to code. And to him, it’s more ridiculous to not understand how to code or hack into a government mainframe, because those things are much easier than emotions.
Both intentionally and unintentionally, Jimin has developed coping mechanisms for his alexithymia. Because he doesn’t trust his understanding of emotions, he looks for behavior to guide his actions. He values compassion and loyalty most of all. Taehyung has displayed those qualities to him more than any other person, so he values Taehyung more than any other person. In return, he tries to show a similar amount of compassion and loyalty. The other thing too is that Jimin likes caring for people. He gets a great deal of satisfaction knowing someone else is enjoying themselves. That was what got him into the BDSM scene. He liked knowing what the rules to everything were and fulfilling expectations as a Dom. He liked knowing that he was giving people what they were asking for. And if he seems a little callous at times, well then, that's just part of his persona. And in case you’re wondering, Tae finds that bit particularly hot.
And as far as not wanting romance, he just doesn’t care for those behaviors. They look contrived to him, so he rather not participate. Easy as that.
If this is your first time hearing about aromanticism or alexithymia, I encourage you to look them up! And if you have more questions about how this affects Jimin or his relationships, please let me know. 😊
One more thought, I didn't want to have your typical giant ot7 love puddle. Not that I don't love those stories, because I do! It just didn't feel right for the story for me. I felt like it would be very intimidating for Val. And I liked the idea of getting to explore different kinds of relationships instead of one.
Tell me about Yoongi.
Ah Yoongi! Is it wrong to say he's my favorite and he's not in a relationship because he's just too wonderful? Okay, that's not the real reason.
I imagine Yoongi probably really liked a girl in undergrad. They were friends for a long time, both premed, studied together a lot. He didn't get the courage to ask her out until senior year and she said yes, but then they went to different medical schools and, well we know that could never work. Med school is a busy time, too busy to invest in someone else. Then once he realized he would be part of the gang, there was no point, in his mind, of involving anyone in his life who he would just make vulnerable. If Jin has the strongest preference for men, then Yoongi has the strongest preference for women. Not that he wouldnt ever be interested or have sex with a man, but he's honestly fairly disinterested in the whole thing in general. He needs that spark. And I can't think of any brighter spark than our Val.
She's so sparkly, sparkly, isn't she? 🤩
She sure is.
Speaking of Val, does she know about all these dynamics? What does she think of them?
I think this will come up soon in a few chapters, so instead of discussing what she thinks of them directly maybe I should tell you why she probably doesn't really know about them. Firstly, she does know about vmin, but she still doesn't fully understand that. Tae is not very good at explaining things. He'd rather just make out, tbh. But Val is someone who really needs things laid out explicitly, particularly when it comes to feelings and interpersonal relationships. She barely remembers her mom, much less what her parents' relationship dynamics were like. Her most intimate interpersonal relationship in her whole life was with Joaquin. Yikes. Honestly, she probably expects a certainly level of unhealthy behavior because she doesn't know anything else, even though she does know it doesn't feel good. She hasn't seen much of anything that wasn't a heterosexual, abusive relationship up close. I think she has absolutely no context to bisexuality or polyamory. And I think it's really going to throw her for a loop.
She has a lot to learn! Luckily, she's a quick study.
Yeah, I think she'll catch on!
I know a lot of people were here for Taehyung and Val. We know that Val thinks everything was a lie, and it's clear Taehyung is starting to process some very complicated things about their previous relationship. Is there any hope for them moving forward? What do you think is the biggest lesson they need to learn, either together or separately?
I know that's been confusing to a lot of people including Tae! When she says it was a lie, it's because she knew she was lying. She thinks she tricked Tae into believing she was someone she isn't, and that who she is isn't lovable. Obviously she has to learn that she is lovable, but the guys will take care of that. I think she needs to learn that she can be the person she wants to be simply by embodying it. She had to accept her own duality, and all the different parts of herself. She is traumatized and also naive, strong and vulnerable.
Tae needs to learn how to communicate, honestly. In some cases, words are actions and actions that aren't properly explained or justified only do harm.
I have a lot of hope for them! 🥺💕
Well, that is it for this episode of Friendly Fighter Fodder. Thanks again to Sopebubbles who indulged my whim for an "interview" and painstakingly typed out her thoughts!
As usual, we love to hear your thoughts too! If you want to know more about anything or have an opinion you'd like to share or your own hot take, feel free to let us know!
Thank you so much for reading! 🤗
#beastie 🐾#Friendly Fighter Fodder#Part 2#bts mafia au#thoughts on thoughts on thoughts#Fighter Spoilers#if you haven't read up to Chapter 9
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Hi! I’m sending you a request for a match up :) Are you doing them?🥺 The fandom is jujutsu kaisen. You can just call me pink :) I’m a girl and I’m straight. On the outside I’m closed off and don’t talk much to people, but on the inside I’m very sensitive and warm hearted. When someone gains my trust I open up. So I want someone to approach me first. What’s a good match for me? Thank you :)
hi pink! thank you so much for your request! ive never done a match up before and im terrible at playing cupid so i really didnt know what layout to go for when writing this. i hope its okay! let me know if this is something i should do more of!
p.s., sorry this isn't really a oneshot. i've been a little drained recently and writing either slips my mind or is just harder to enjoy. in honour of dr stone ryusui however, my next post will be dedicated to the man himself!
-i think yuji itadori would be a good match for you!
-hes a veery extroverted person and can just about befriend anyone!
-we see this especially with junpei and megumi, who seem pretty quiet and closed off but are actually very kind hearted individuals.
-you’ll probably be paired up for a mission or even paired up for a school project, and that would be how you two form a friendship.
-at the beginning of your relationship, hes fine with taking charge at first. He wont pry information out of you, but he’ll definitely indulge in anything you reveal about yourself. Whether it be about a hobby, interest or memory, he’ll make his own personal connections and ask you questions to learn more about you
-also is totally okay with just being in your presence! Conversation isnt always a must to be comfortable, and you can feel at ease just being beside him
-activities you two are involved in together, such as going on missions or training alongside yuji (by watching movies lmao) make it easier for conversation to flow naturally out of you, and yuji can see your kind-hearted nature just in your actions which i think makes you all that more desirable and attractive to him
-once you get more comfortable with yuji, youre able to talk more freely about yourself and yuji acts the same as always! He supports all your hobbies, reassures you when youre vulnerable and is happy being around you
-his heart swells at the kindness you show him. Just the simplest acts and words of love that you show him make him so so happy, and you two are the sweetest pair.
-sometimes being emotional with each other can be a bit overwhelming, but over time the two of you progressively get more comfortable, but even then, just like before, being in each others presence is overwhelmingly comforting and sometimes all you really need.
-is not the type to shy away from you in public, but also isnt one to overwhelm you with pda. he won't initiate pda 24/7, but if you're comfortable, he'll maybe hold your hand or throw his arm around your shoulder/waist (maybe even a kiss on the cheek if you're okay with it).
-the two of you are quite the dynamic. yuji is the one who kind of communicates on behalf of both of you generally since he's more upfront, but in a respectful manner. he knows you well and you trust each other, and so its a little like a moon x sun dynamic if you understand what i mean!
-is veeeery easy to communicate with because hes so chill about everything. And he cares about your comfort very much- if you two ever hit a bump or you’re personally feeling weird about some stuff, hes so ready to listen and help
-all in all, very sweet and loving relationship! He helps you open up to others at your own pace as well and you compliment each other really well!
#jupiter tries matchups???#jjk x reader#jjk oneshot#jjk headcanons#yuji itadori fluff#itadori yuji headcanons#yuji itadori x reader#yuji itadori x you
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Wishful Dreaming
In which I pretend Part 3 of Inazuma’s story doesn’t exist and everyone is alive before shit goes down. Yes, people who read this, it’s time for best friend headcanons/drabbles/whatever the hell this is with Teppei. Honestly, it’s just no thoughts head empty right now and I might have gone off tangent a lot.
(And by a lot, I mean the majority of this piece, probably... by the way, credits to @streimiv and @myuni-moon for making my brain be hyper focused on Self Aware Cult Genshin... I can’t get it out of my head as of right now.)
Enjoy, even if it’s never going to be beta-read by anyone and I will never go back to edit this even if I find mistakes in this later on... and I also don’t know where my brain went for this, but what’s done is done.
I’m not even sure if I did his personality correctly, ahaha... (；^ω^)
(I’m going to project my denial in this, so please know it might be wince inducing and incredibly self-indulgent.)
The sun is bright at this time of day, the gentle breeze flowing through the tranquil lands of Inazuma, leaving those who are experiencing the nice morning in a blissful escape from its current reality.
...much like a young foreigner who had left their current abode, leaving behind a note for their caretakers to see as they wander around the land of Eternity for some true fresh air and peace of mind away from the group that had more or less made their life a little too suffocating as of late.
It is also incredibly lonely in there, as they come to understand that no one (for the most part) look at them like they were a regular human... like they were them.
So they now wander, taking in the rarity of solitude that does not come as easily as one might think. Inazuma is beautiful, even if they know that the peace they see around these parts are but a veil that shields the horrible reality going on around them.
(They know what was happening outside the city, outside the teapot they were living in since they were brought here. They’ve experienced it happening before, many times in fact. They know what will happen, and they’re determined to change it. They just need to find a certain someone, and then they’re set.)
Meeting Teppei was something you didn’t really expect all that much, considering you knew he should be still a part of the logistic division of the Resistance Army and would be busy in their current base that was all the way to Yashiori Island.
Yet by sheer luck, or by fate, you meet the good fellow on Narukami Island and had managed to make a pretty good friendship with him over the course of coincidental meetings.
You’ve come to learn a few things about the young man, and it was that he was a pretty trusting guy, didn’t even think twice of being friends with you... which was a little worrisome, considering what happened in the actual storyline.
That’s okay though, you’ll make nothing happens to him... he is one of your only true friends in this world, after all.
“Teppei.”
They call to him as the Resistance Samurai turned his head away from the sight of the Tenshukaku to them.
“Is there anything you wish for? I mean, if you could have one wish granted, anything you want, what would it be?”
The young man looked rather confused at them, before they briefly clarified that they were just curious. As much as they enjoy the peacefulness of silence, they wanted to know what he really wanted... wondering if he really wanted a Vision, for the acknowledgement of the Gods.
“What would I wish for...”
The young man was quiet for a while, no doubt mulling it over before smiling when he comes to an answer, his head lifting to look at the glimmering stars.
“I would wish for the war to end... for the Sakoku Decree and Vision Hunt Decree to be abolished so people won’t have to suffer anymore.”
“Really? Not a Vision, or something like that?”
“Well, having a Vision would be nice, but thinking about it... I think it’s better if everyone is happy. A lot of people are suffering, and even if I did get a Vision, it’s still pretty difficult to win the war against the Shogunate.”
They could only hum quietly in understanding after that, not really certain what else to ask him before he gives them the same question.
What do they wish for?
To go home. They would have said, but they chose not to because they knew there was probably little chance for them to be allowed to go home... Their “acolytes” are rather over-protective and notably possessive towards them, probably rampaging around Inazuma right now in search of them.
Well, they at least know what they’re going to do once they inevitably find them.
“Isn’t it time you should head back to your camp, Teppei?”
“Huh? Oh, right! It’s getting late! Then, if I have time, I’ll see you again!”
And he’s off in a rush, disappearing when he turned around the rocky walls and out of their sight. At the same time as he left, the bushes behind them rustle, and a frantic Zhongli appears with Venti following behind... both relaxed significantly once they saw them in perfect condition.
“We’ve been looking everywhere for you, Your Grace. It’s dangerous for you to go outside on your own like that.”
“Please don’t worry us like that again.”
They immediately take to their sides, quickly ushering them to head back to the Teapot before they stopped them in their tracks.
“Your Grace?”
“I need to do something. Will the both of you accompany me for this?”
...and by the following morning, an official announcement is made to all of Inazuma with the abolishment of both the Sakoku Decree and Vision Hunt Decree.
Teppei is rushing over to them with a beaming smile on his face when they meet again that noon, the young man happily shares the good news with them while they simply smiled and nodded along with what he said even if they knew the reason behind it.
They don’t tell him anything, nor mention that it was thanks to him that it ended... well, what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.
Extra, because why not:
It becomes a frequent part of your days now that the War in Inazuma was over. Hanging out with Teppei as often as you could, granted you’d have a few people trailing in the shadows at all times, watching over you so you don’t pull the same stunt again.
You have to spend a bit of time giving warning glares behind you whenever Teppei mentions the cold chills that makes his bones shiver despite the relatively warm weather.
When the two of you get roped up into a bit of trouble (whether by lingering Fatui grunts, stray Ronins or local Treasure Hoarders seeking to rob you), Teppei would always jump in between you and them, saying he’ll protect you as he holds his spear (that he brings with him out of habit).
...you thinks it’s endearing with how he’s trying to be brave, as you can see his hands shake just a tad bit due to the numbers.
But as much as you want to let him have his moment, you prefer that your friend doesn’t get himself hurt and therefore skillfully lead him away from the danger while the rest (your cult) dealt with them.
When you feel like the divine treatment is starting to get too overwhelming, and you’re feeling a little too lonely, you always make your way to Teppei who is there to provide comfort even if you never really talked about what’s troubling you.
Your friendship with Teppei is strong, even if you rarely talk about yourself to him and how he’s told you practically everything about himself.
There’s just something about that trust that bring you a lot of comfort... it gave a different feeling compared to Zhongli or Fischl’s kind of trust... it was warmer, and felt more like home.
You’re also very adamant in keeping him away from the whole cult business, not wanting him to think of you like how the others did... you don’t want to lose that friendship that practically kept you sane in this world.
The amount of times you have to keep reminding your cult to leave him be is absurd, and as much as they protest about him, the fact you’re upset at them for that is enough to get them to stop.
...for a while, at least. They go at it again for a while when Teppei does something they don’t like until you actually snapped at them. They stopped bothering him after that.
If Teppei does eventually find out about the cult, which will most likely happen because of Kokomi, you would be genuinely terrified in the beginning of it until he gives you proper reassurance that it doesn’t change anything.
Now he’s allowed to see you in the Teapot, often visiting with curious snacks he finds and occasionally sleeping over when you are feeling particularly lonely.
Overall, a very pleasant friendship to have. Being one of the few you can really be open with and not be concerned about how you’re viewed as.
Wholesome boy will always have your back whenever you need him... even if he is a little intimidated by the Raiden Shogun and the other intimidating acolytes that are a part of your cult.
#self aware genshin#genshin cult stuff#genshin impact x reader#yandere genshin x reader#I believe in platonic friendships#I have no braincells left#it was 12am when I started writing this#I barely slept before that too#idk what to tag honestly#tagging is hard#*dramatically screaming*
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