#love to post a fic at 1am and run
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staring up
pairing: io/estinein
word count: 900
note: this wasn't actually supposed to be sad but io's tragic backstory leaked in. inspired by this cute art of cartoon ducks.
Mor Dhona is surprisingly cold tonight; a northern wind blows down from Coerthas and carries the promise of snow. Tataru spent the day decorating the Rising Stones in shining Starlight baubles, and Ephemie mulled enough apple cider to fill even the farthest reaches of their base with the scent of cinnamon.
Winter is around the corner.
The chill in the air does nothing to deter Io's plans. She waits by the aetheryte, wrapped in a thick fleece blanket and holding two steaming mugs of cider. Neither warmth compares to the giddiness burning in her chest.
She's early, impatient to see him. If she has to guess, Estinien will account for this. And maybe she hopes, just a little, he's longed to see her too.
The air before her shimmers and sparks white-blue, and there he is, not at all dressed for the weather but wearing a knowing grin.
Estinien strides the few paces between them, kisses her temple (too far from her lips), and says, "And here I thought you might surprise me, Io."
The retort about the measurability of his own actions is lost as he takes a mug and her free hand. "Now, where are you taking me for this "star watching?""
"Gazing," she corrects. "And there's an overlook not far from here that should be perfect. This meteor shower is expected to be one of the most active Eorzea has seen in some time."
They exit the settlement, carefully balancing their drinks as they climb the rocky ridge. Jagged crystals poke through the soil at odd angles, glowing softly along their path. It's less than arduous, but their hands remain entwined until they reach their destination.
The cliff is unassuming from the main road, secluded enough that they won't be disturbed. Estinien slows as they near the precipice, caught off guard by the view. The land below them, around them, is alight with crystals echoing the same bright blue as the Crystal Tower stretching into a cloudless sky speckled with winter constellations. Silvertear Lake reflects it all like a dark, glittering mirror, marred only by the silhouette of the Agrius and Midgardsormr coiled around it.
Io tears her eyes away from Estinien's surprise in time to catch the tail of a meteor streaking across the sky.
"Come." She tugs his hand. "Let's sit."
They settle down just before the cliff's edge, Io sitting between his legs, her back against Estinien's chest. She's turned slightly to make conversation easier, and one of his knees bends upward to support her. The blanket wraps around their shoulders, not wide enough to fully cocoon them both. Neither complain; the wind whipping across the overlook is an excuse to inch that much closer.
The shower starts slowly, a lone star winking across the heavens here and there, but soon the night sky is radiant with them. They point one out, following its sparkling descent only to miss the next.
Io sips the last of her cider and places the empty cup next to Estinien’s. Her hand falls to his raised knee. "Do they wish upon stars in Ishgard? Or is it considered blasphemous?"
"Blasphemous? Against what?" Estinien meets her eye, and his confusion is earnest.
"The Holy See's church. Or perhaps the astrologians don't like it. I'm not sure, Estinien, but Ishgard is not exactly whimsical."
His laugh is rough and short as his fingers twist into her hair. "Is Dalmasca?" He watches her watching the sky. The attention is welcome and comfortable.
"More than Ishgard, yes." She nudges him with her elbow. She thinks to tell him about decorating her village in a whirl of color for summer festivals that lasted days, or racing from tree to tree with her siblings, grabbing ripe fruits along the way as a prize for the winner. Perhaps, the evenings when the entire community gathered to eat, sing, and be together because they could?
She goes quiet in his arms, thinking of her last day in her homeland. Loose dirt flying into the air with each explosion. Red all around her, fire and blood. The fear in her younger siblings’ eyes, even as they looked at her with unconditional trust, and the gnawing in her gut that, in the end, their trust was misplaced. That last day makes all the other memories too sore to share. She tries to keep the ache out of her voice. "I can't account for the more recent changes."
“Look at me,” Estinien says, and she does. His expression is serious, his eyes soft. “We are far from that place. Those places. The scars serve as a reminder of what was lost. They prove, too, that wounds do heal. We’ll talk about our first homes someday.”
Io bites her lip to stop her eyes from watering, and she nods. Her face turns to the sky and the beautiful lights cutting across deep blue, but her attention is on Estinien’s arms pulling her into his warmth. His chin is on her shoulder, and he kisses her jaw. She reaches up to stroke his cheek, and he sighs into the touch. They’re quiet for a long time.
So long, in fact, that the meteor shower slows and Io assumes it’s reached its end. One last star bursts to life, brighter than most of the others. This evening's incandescent punctuation.
"You should make a wish before it goes."
He squeezes her tightly.
"Let it go. I have no need."
#azia writes#io laithe#io/estinien#love to post a fic at 1am and run#ANYWAYYYYYYY i'm sick and ill about them#i feel like i'm swinging wildly out of character but like. estinio's whole vibe is comfy domestic softness and a sprinkle of healing#plus it's always that good shit when one of them is sort of grumpy or short with most other people but just. a puddle for their love#and i like to think they're both far more open with each other than they can be around other people#but there are still some things they can't talk about. even if they understand#idk idk I'M JUST SHRUGGING. they're spinning violently in my mind what else am i meant to say#BYE
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insignificance
pairing . eric x gn! reader
about . 2k words, fluff (suggestive)
warnings . 16+ cause there is heavy making out at the end, drinking wine, mentions of murder but it's all jokes!!
synopsis . it takes one dinner and a late-night drive for you to fall in love with your fiancé all over again.
note . the inspo for this fic was @sohnric's plot twist make-out scene (and this pic) i hope i did it justice 💗 i wrote this on a whim and am posting this at 1am so please excuse me for this monstrosity 😭 tysm @juyeonszn and @mars101 for cheering me on YUPP
tagging . @stealanity @invuwrld @gfksn (+ bar)
The background noise of the waiters shuffling around fades away as your two glasses clink together. Vivaldi’s Spring is playing in the background, a piece you’ve only heard once in a blue moon at an orchestra concert. Eric seems to have experienced differently, though, judging by the taps of his dress-shoe-covered foot beneath the table and the twinkle in his eyes.
“Cheers,” you whisper, giddy with excitement.
“Cheers, baby,” Eric whispers back, the corners of his mouth lifting in a grin.
The wine in your glass swishes as you take a tentative sip. It’s sweet and fruity, and you’ve already forgotten the name Eric rattled off to the waiter as if expensive drinks were second nature to him. They probably were second nature to the Sohn family, considering the elegance of this fancy restaurant, the outfit he bought that now adorns you, and the sparkling ring that sits on your finger.
You set the glass down next to you, already a little overwhelmed with the elegance of this atmosphere. You knew you married rich, but it never particularly occurred to you just how rich your fiancé is. In fact, you feel a little out of place sitting in a chair that costs half of your monthly paycheck and staring at a menu that you once never would’ve been able to. Despite already being engaged to the love of your life, you’re not sure you’ll ever find a way to fit into the intricate setting that the Sohns have grown up in.
“What’s wrong?” Eric asks, seeing the glimmer in your eyes dissipate with your overthinking.
He reaches across the table to take your hands in his, running his thumb over your ring. He traces the lines of it, following the swirl pattern as if he were seeing it for the first time. As if he didn’t spend hours agonizing over what design to gift you, so sure that you would reject him if it wasn’t up to your liking.
(You would’ve said yes even if he proposed to you with a lollipop.)
“I feel like I don’t belong here,” you admit, your head hanging low as the embarrassment clouds your features.
He intertwines his fingers with yours, lacing them tightly. Eric is all too knowing of the nagging thoughts in your brain, telling you you’re undeserving of the man in front of you and the wealth that comes along with it. However, you’ve hit the jackpot in the fact that Eric is always ready to argue back with the devil on your shoulder, even if it’s three in the morning and you’re delirious from sleep or if you’re a little bit too tipsy and crying in his lap. Eric, for lack of better words, is always there for you. Even now, as he holds your hands and stares into your eyes as if you’re the only person in the universe, he is here for you.
“I’m going to eat that little voice in your head so it goes away,” he responds a moment later with finality, extremely serious.
The statement is so absurd and unexpected that it has you giggling, and you grip Eric’s fingers tighter as you lean forward and can’t find it in you to stop. All your previous tension disappears when you look into Eric’s eyes, filled with mirth and kindness.
“You’re crazy,” you voice through laughter, reaching for the wine glass to calm your jumbling nerves.
Eric just shakes his head, unable to hold back a smile that reflects your current predicament.
“Crazy for you, babe. Now stop worrying your pretty little head and enjoy your food, okay?”
And enjoy the food you do. The three-course meal followed by dessert has you clutching your stomach after, full and bloated from the amount of delicious food you’ve consumed. You can’t even bring yourself to take a couple more bites of the black forest delicacy that sits on your plate, but luckily, you have the universe to thank for the takeout box that now rests in Eric’s left hand.
His other hand holds the car keys, and as he clicks the unlock button, the Orange Corvette lights up from across the parking garage. Its bright color is exactly reminiscent of the man standing next to you, exuberant and dashing. You felt like a little kid the first time he picked you up in his car, extremely impressed with the interior neon lights he showed off to you in the earlier stages of your relationship. Now, as his fiancé, the car is something comfortable to you, having seen it too many times to count by this point.
He helps you into the front seat before getting in beside you, one hand on the steering wheel and the other resting on the back of your headrest as he backs the car out. You’ll never admit this to him, but the view of him looking back and inching the car out is devilishly handsome to you, and you have to fight the warmth that rises to your cheeks.
Once he repositions the vehicle and drives forward, the hand that’s behind you now moves to your thigh. The shiny watch on his wrist glints in the moonlight, and he absentmindedly draws circles on your clothed skin to the beat of the song. It doesn’t help that it’s an R&B track, so every movement of his finger is slow and torturous, and every trace ignites fire against the cloth.
“Eric,” you start, watching as he pulls to a stop before the red light.
“Hm?” he responds, turning his head to face you.
You notice that he’s wearing a singular stud earring on his right ear. You can only pray that you’ll find some strength to survive the rest of this car ride because as soon as it’s over, you won’t let him see the light of day.
“How much longer?” you ask tentatively, like a little kid squirming in their seat.
He rolls his eyes, turning back to focus on the road. It doesn’t help though, because his side profile is just as alluring as his front.
“Couple more minutes, baby.”
True to his word, he exits the main road a few minutes later, driving up a dirt path unfamiliar to you. The road is slightly bumpy, and you’re a little tipsy from the wine so you shift around quite frequently, but Eric’s unwavering, strong grip on your thigh keeps you grounded. The more you stare at his hand, the more sexy you find his hand pressed against the silk you’re wearing.
You’re reconsidering your decision to spend the rest of your life with this ridiculously hot man when he pulls into a forest clearing.
“Are you going to murder me, Eric Sohn?” you tease as he parks the car, swiftly maneuvering the wheel.
You move to step out once he’s done, but he’s faster than you, and he opens the car door before you can even reach for the handle.
“If I wanted to murder you,” he says, holding your arm as you step out, “I would’ve already done so, my love.”
It’s your turn to roll your eyes, but you have little to be annoyed about as you survey your surroundings. The dark forest around you is a contrast to the vividness of the car, but nothing seems brighter than Eric’s smile at the moment and the twinkling stars around you.
Eric leads you to a clearing, his hand pressed against the small of your back. You peer over, fascinated at the realization that you can see the whole city from here. The twinkling lights of the bustling city below you are something of a dream, and as you look towards Eric, you can see the stars reflected in his eyes.
Minutes like these, where you’re not surrounded by extravagance, are when you truly feel your connection with Eric. Raw, unearthed, and simply pure, you feel like you’re stripped of all labels. You both are just insignificant specks in the universe, and he is truly just some guy to you in this moment, but you know wholeheartedly that this very guy is the one you truly love. You would never have it any other way.
The grin on Eric’s face is infectious as you face him with one of your own. You wrap your hands around the back of his neck, clasping them together as his arms find their way around your waist.
“Found this place the other day,” he explains as if he could hear your thoughts, “I kinda regret not proposing to you here.”
“Don’t lie,” you mutter, knowing that he definitely does not regret whisking you away to his private condo in the mountains just to put a ring on your finger.
He laughs, pressing his forehead against yours. The cicadas chirp around you, and all is silent when he calms down except for your two breaths in unison. His gaze circulates from your eyes to your lips and then back to your eyes, and whatever triangle method he’s using is working because one second later, you lean in to press a sweet kiss to his lips.
He tastes like strawberries, and you smile against his lips remembering that you’d gifted him strawberry lip balm two days ago. Your man, your sexy, diligent man, following your orders to take care of his lips stirs butterflies in your stomach. The fact that you hold some kind of power over the Sohn family’s heir makes you feel a little dizzy, but your only response is to pull Eric closer and kiss him harder.
The sweetness of both the strawberry scent and the kiss fade as he presses back with just as fervor, adjusting his arms around you to pull you in tighter. The space between you feels unbearable, and despite the proximity between you two, the gap is still too big for your liking. You need him viscerally, every part of him on you as if the very concept of distance is poisonous and Eric is your antidote.
“Baby,” he whispers, pulling back with shallow breaths, “the car.”
You end up in the front seat of his car, the seat tilted backward and you in Eric’s lap. One of his knees holds you in place against your back, and his hands rest on your waist. The position is far too intimate that anyone walking by will know exactly what’s going on. Your kisses have turned heady, mirroring the darkness in his eyes and the way you clutch onto the front of his black shirt. You work on unbuttoning his shirt, but Eric distracts you with his tongue swiping across your lips and the way he softly bites when you protest. By some miracle, you finish moments later, and you run your hands down his skin. He shivers, and everything feels like pure electricity between you two the way his fingers press into your sides tighter.
(It will bruise tomorrow, but you don’t care. You’ll simply shrug on a shirt and try to fight a blush as Eric stares at you from the bed shirtless, a knowing grin on his face.)
His kisses trail down your lips, your cheeks, and your neck, finally finding a home in your collarbone, biting and sucking as if it was his favorite pastime. It probably is, with the way he kisses down your shoulder and tugs the strap of clothing down.
Your fingers trace his collarbone, and you hold his head in your hands as he looks up at you. He’s needy and restless, but he’ll always listen to you when you have something to say.
You may be an insignificant speck in the world, but in Eric’s eyes, you’re the whole universe.
“I love you,” you whisper.
It’s all you have to say before he flips you around, pressing you into the dip of the seat as he slides your clothing down. The air conditioning of the car and the ambient music bring goosebumps to your now exposed skin, but Eric makes everything disappear by resuming his previous ministrations.
He looks into your eyes before pressing a kiss right above your heart. It beats against your chest, heavy, and Eric knows it’s only for him. It will always be only for him.
“I love you too,” he whispers back, smiling against your skin.
“Forever and always.”
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drunk | arthurtv
hello!
here is my long awaited arthurtv fic number two for you guys. the last one got so much love and i'm so glad it went down as well as it did - panic set in soon after i posted it because i thought it was going to flop rather dramatically so thank you for all the love and comments made; it meant so much.
currently ill with the worst blocked ear/ear infection and i've had to wait for a long while to get myself a doctors appointment so i've had plenty of time to write this current fic and dabble in a couple of other ideas i've had over the last few days.
enjoy! x
--- reader note; mentions of sick, slight hints of sex, drunk arthur, heavy public displays of affection ---
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At two in the morning, YN was glad that the train station had an open Costa coffee kiosk.
One; to help with the tiredness she felt from having to stay up so late because she was prepared and ready to fall asleep and get, at least, a few hours of sleep before Arthur stumbled through the door in the drunken state she expected him to be in after being on the drink all day. And two; to help with the chill in the air because it was almost zero degrees and the wind was biting at the skin beneath her hoodie every time a train left its platform or every time there was a breeze that blew through the constantly open doors of the station. Her eyelids felt heavy and the chill in the station bit at her exposed cheeks, her nose running and she was forever sniffing, so her fingertips would have definitely gone numb without the much-needed Costa cup of coffee she was nursing in her hands.
She was one of the only a small handful of people waiting at Paddington; but then, given it was almost 1am, she expected nothing but quiet and emptiness in contrast to how it would have been a few hours prior to arriving. The train from Cardiff was one of the last trains to come into London for the night and she couldn’t imagine it would be chaos to try and find her boyfriend and his two friends amongst the hustle and bustle of those clambering off the train. There was a young man sitting on a bench in the distance, hood over his head and his headphones over his ears, as he kept a close eye on the boards above. There was a couple who must have been in their mid-fifties, or so YN presumed, who seemed to be waiting for one of their children to come home, given what was written on a small banner they’d decorated for their arrival - proud parents, she thought, because she wouldn’t have dared tell her own parents about getting a train home that was to dock at almost one in the morning. And there was a security officer walking around, making sure no one was causing any problems, wearing a thick coat that YN was extremely jealous of because she could imagine how warm he was.
She heard them before she saw them.
“YN!”
George was the first to greet her, arms open wide as he engulfed her into a hug, his green hoodie tied around the waist of his shorts because he was clearly susceptible to cold air that London had to offer that night, not a care in the world to the goosebumps rising on the surface of his skin. Although, she could vouch for him because the weather was beautifully warm when they left for Wales that morning. His hat placed backwards on his head and he could barely walk in a straight line in her direction, shoelace undone and she kept a close eye on him to make sure he didn’t trip and fall flat on his face. Everyone knew what a typical Platform Roulette filming day entailed - plenty of drink, plenty of shots, plenty of piss-taking and plenty of fun - so she expected nothing less than what was standing before her.
“Thank you so much for this,” he hums and she could smell the beer on his breath. His chin rested upon her shoulder and she would be lying if she said she wasn’t basking in the warmth he was radiating, “you’re the best.”
“I didn’t really have a choice, did I? Couldn’t leave you three stranded in the middle of London in the freezing cold, drunk out of your minds and wandering around without a clue on where you were going,” she snorted, patting him on the back as she pulled away from him, taking a long sip of her coffee to keep the feeling of heat running through her body, “you’re welcome, though. Nice knowing that you’ll get back safely. And it’s a free trip home so you’d be three fools to turn it down.”
Arthur Hill was the next to give her a hug and he clearly wasn’t as drunk as George seemed to be so she was intrigued to know just how well her boyfriend had handled his drink that day. He whispered a thank you, pressed a kiss to her cheek, and pulled away from her before following George towards the station exit where they disappeared around the corner.
“Baaabe,” Arthur smiled, slurring the term of endearment incredibly heavily and YN knew she was in for a long, long night when they arrived back at her flat. His eyelids were sunken, his cheeks were rosey-red and he had a silly smile upon his face that she only saw when he’d sunken more pints than he could handle, hair messed upon his head, hoodie tied around his shoulders in a makeshift cape hanging down his back, “I missed you today.”
He draped himself over her in the tightest hug he could muster, almost knocking the two of them to the floor in the middle of Paddington station, and she could feel eyes boring into the back of her skull as people watched the two of them - anyone would think they’d not seen each other for months on end and it was a reunion for all to see. His hugs were invigorating and she’d take his arms over anything comforting. He was her safety net and seeing him after a day of not hearing from him, it made her feel soft and ready to melt at his feet.
“Are you drunk? Or are you drunk drunk?”
“What’s the difference?” He grinned cheekily, swinging his arm around her shoulders and pulling her into his side, pressing the sloppiest and wettest kiss against her temple as they started their walk towards the exit, “m’just a little drunk. Only a little bit.”
The beer stain on his trousers and the strong smell of sambuca and the faint smell of beer on his breath said differently but that was a conversation for when he was sober and could almost remember everything that happened that day. Which she was in major doubts about. Because it seemed like he couldn’t remember how to walk, let alone walk in a straight line, and she guessed she would have to wait for the Platform Roulette video to be posted online before she got the full rundown of his day.
His hands kept wandering across her body as they stepped foot closer and closer to the exit of the station; his arm occasionally wrapping around her waist and his hand brushing against her bum, his fingers tickling across the expanse of her chest when he laid his arm across her shoulders, and as humorous as she found it, she didn’t fancy being groped (playfully, might she add) in the middle of the train station where there were eyes watching the two of them.
“Stop it,” she warned him in a hushed tone, “save it for home.”
“But you just look so good-” a hiccup interrupted his sentence and he swallowed back a burp before she carried on, “you look so so good in my clothes.” And it came out as a whine, like a child not getting what they wanted, one foot tripping over the other as she tried her best to keep him from falling flat on his face.
“First thing I could find in my room after you texted me to come and pick you up.”
“Well, you should wear more of my clothes. Suit you better than me,” they stepped foot outside and she felt his arm tighten around her shoulder, pulling her closer to his side to keep the two of them as far out of the cold as possible, and she really couldn’t wait to get back home. Back under the warmth of her blanket, back under the bedding she had on her bed, and back with the hot-water bottle she had resting behind her back before she left, “or you could just wear nothing at all. I love it when you’ve got nothing on, more than I love you wearing my clothes.”
“Cheeky as per usual, mister Television,” George cackled as he overhead the last little bit of their conversation, wiggling his eyebrows in his direction, “we best get home quick so Arthur can get his-”
Arthur charged for him and covered his mouth, shaking his head, “there is a lady present,” he looked in YN’s direction and she rolled her eyes, “besides, she knows what we’re gonna be doing later.”
She snorted at his comment and begrudgingly wiggled from underneath his arm, her car keys sitting heavy in the pocket of her hoodie as she fished them out, unlocking her car door to allow the three of them, who seemed to already be fighting over who got the front seat, to clamber inside.
*
“Are you in need of a sick bucket tonight?”
She walked into her bedroom, with a glass of water in one hand and two paracetamol tablets in the palm of her other hand, and saw Arthur tucked up in her bed. His blue t-shirt chucked on the floor in a heap of cotton and his beige trousers left at the door as a reminder to put them in the wash the following morning, his rucksack hanging on the back of her desk chair and his shoes kicked off next to the fluffy slippers she kept beside her en-suite bathroom. A tea light was lit under the wax burner she had upon the shelf above her bed, emitting the smell of cinnamon and gingerbread around her room, the flickering flame adding a sense of sensual comfort to the room, casting shadows in her room and upon his face.
“I can handle my liquor,” he stated and shook his head, snuggling a little further down upon the mattress and patting her side of the bed with his hand, “I told you I’m only a little drunk, I promise. Now come and lay down with me.”
“I just want to get everything ready before I get settled,” she insisted as she placed the glass of water and the paracetamol on the bedside table that was closest to him, ready for him to take in the morning, “and I need to make sure you’re set for any headaches or whatever.”
He watched as she flitted around her bedroom, making sure the bathroom light was off and that his shoes were placed a little neater than how they’d been left, kicking his t-shirt towards his trousers so neither of them tripped over the items when they needed a wee in the middle of the night. She threw a couple more pillows on the bed, because she hated laying flat when she slept, and he helped out by placing them where she would normally have them, which she felt incredibly grateful for. And, as she stepped closer to the bed, he reached for her hand and gave it a gentle tug - enough was enough and he felt she was spiraling in her tired state.
“You look after me so well,” he smiled softly, dropping her hand and grabbing her waist, pulling her onto the bed, the duvet slipping from his chest and exposing his nude upper half for her eyes to divulge. She situated her legs either side of his, hands on his shoulders, fingers combing through the hair at the nape of his neck and her eyes couldn’t leave his, “I love you so much.”
“I love you too,” she hummed, pressing a kiss to his cheek as he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer to his body, shuffling around into a more comfortable position, “it’s lucky we’re not doing anything tomorrow because I’m getting the feeling we won’t be sleeping much tonight.”
“That’s cheeky,” he smirked, hiding his face in her neck and pressing a litter of kisses across her collarbone, “but you’re so correct, baby.”
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not sure how i feel about the ending... but here it is! in all its glory.
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This one accosted me while I was trying to write something else (which appears to be A Pattern for me and writing… well… anything actually). It is very much inspired by many enjoyable conversations / informal therapy sessions with @astranite who shares my “what’s really going on with Scott” headcanon, and at the same time helped me figure out what might be going on with me too. Thank you for everything and for helping me nudge this into something shareable.
It’s also inspired by @sofasurf’s amazing set of fics about Scott’s struggles in the early days post Jeff disappearing. It’s absolutely right that after an initial crisis his brothers and grandma would have put in measures to stop him needing to work so hard and bear it all alone and I love how she tells that story.
And yet… we have Scott who 6 years later is still up late sat at that thrice-darned desk.. brothers aside, he’s CEO of a company that would employ a lot of competent people to sort out all the nitty gritty paperwork. So why is he still frequently found asleep there 6 years on?
This is my attempt to figure out some of the Reason… and not in any way a side quest distracting me from my own Big Document nemesis. Nope.
It is, however, 99% projection for which I hope you’ll forgive me. Hopefully it’s not too out of character.
Sort of an emotional hurt-comfort thing. The ending is very silly because that is apparently how I roll.
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Scott shook his head irritably as his eyelids drooped and flung out his hand to grab his mug… which promptly took a nose dive off the desk.
Allowing himself to face plant the polished wood for a moment he acknowledged he was, at least, lucky it was empty. Something he really should have remembered as that would have been the 5th time he had raised it to his lips only to be disappointed at the lack of caffeinated wake up juice within.
Not that it was doing any good. He scowled. It never did. The miraculous transformation from ‘Sleep of the Dead’ to ‘Alert and Ready’ that the brown stuff could bring about in Virgil and Brains remained a mystery to him. Drinking it kind of kept him grounded though, maybe that was just habit by now. Nevertheless… he shoved his chair back and stood up, glaring at the chunks of ceramic on the floor: a job for future Scott. He went to get a new mug.
Re-entering the living room, he surveyed the scene. All was quiet. Deep breath… stretch out shoulders… he tilted his head from side to side to shift the tension in his neck with a satisfying series of cracks.
1am. No problem.
He was nearly done and then he could get to bed and get a solid 4 hours oblivion before his morning run.
Back at his desk, he took a fortifying gulp of focus juice, put on his determined face, picked up his tablet and swiped up to open the annual report again. He blitzed through another three paragraphs, noted down 4 questions for the board, one for the accountant and one further point to follow up with Jack, the Tracy family lawyer, before his eye was drawn to the broken mug scattered across the floor.
Probably shouldn’t leave that.
Gordon might wander by in those flimsy deck shoes and mortally wound himself.
He laid the tablet back down, pointed at it and muttered” don’t go anywhere” to the document that had been tormenting him. Blinking rapidly as he realised quite how little sense THAT had made, he crouched down to nudge the scattered fragments into a pile he could scoop up into the waste basket.
From this angle he realised there was a lot more than just decimated mug and coffee splatters down here… there were crumbs galore, odd, sticky patches and… yes he was pretty sure that the mysterious patch of shadow tucked away under the back corner of the desk was the better part of a club sandwich. He shuffled over, crablike, and reached underneath to retrieve it, sniffed it cautiously and was just concluding it was unlikely to be worth the subsequent food poisoning when John’s hologram popped up in front of him. He didn’t even glance up to see the inevitable raised eyebrow.
“Don’t even say it, John.”
Obediently his space-brother remained silent.
“I’m nearly done. I’m just signing off the annual report for the board meeting tomorrow.”
“From… under the desk?”
Blue eyes were cast upwards as Scott strode over to the kitchen to dispose of the rancid but weirdly tempting sandwich. There was no liner in the food waste caddy. He tutted and placed the plate on the counter top to deal with in a minute.
“Obviously not, I just spotted that Gordon had left something gross lying around and we don’t want a repeat of the taco incident.”
“Okay, and what are you doing now?”
Scott looked down at the cleaning bot in his hands.
“I… well it’s clearly not been working, the place is a health hazard so I was just going to see if I could…”
This time he did raise his eyes to meet the eyebrow of judgment.
Holding up the bot for John to examine, he grinned at his little brother and shook it gently.
“Look it has googly eyes! I bet that was Gordon.”
“Unlikely to be causing the malfunction. Get Brains to take a look at it tomorrow. Or Alan, he needs the practice.”
“True. Oh, did you see the note his teacher sent through?” Scott returned the bot to its housing and jogged over to his desk to pull up the email in question. He sat down and started to type a reply.
“Scott.”
“Mmhmm?”
“I saw it. It’s non-urgent.”
“Yes but while I think of it I might as well…”
“It’s 1:27am. Why don’t you just sign off the report and get some rest. It’ll keep.”
A melodramatic huff and the offending document was returned to the screen.
“You’ve been reading this for the last four days, Scott. What’s the issue? Can I help?”
“There are just so many points I need to follow up before I can put my name to it.” Scott highlighted a particular paragraph. “What if the data this is based on is inaccurate? I haven’t seen it!” He stabbed at another “These assertions here… is it ok to say that? I need to check the industry standards for…” he gestured vehemently “six or seven of these baseline metrics. The grammar in the narrative paragraphs feels clumsy. And I haven’t even started proof-reading it for typos yet!”
Scott took a deep shuddering breath and rubbed his eyes with the heels of his palms, weaving his fingers into his hair and gripping slightly harder than was comfortable as if that would ease the headache he knew was starting.
“The accountants have checked it, the divisional heads have checked it, Jack has been all over it at least twice. Virgil and the engineering team went through it with a fine tooth comb last week, they’ll know the baselines. I’ve checked it myself. Even EOS had a look.”
The response was barely audible.
“But what if… it’s not good enough? If someone missed something and… I didn’t spot it…”
“You don’t have to spot everything Scott. We pay smart people very generously to spot things. As CEO you are allowed to rely on them.”
Silence.
“Please… can you trust us?”
Holding his breath to fight a wave of nausea, Scott flipped to the final page of the document and added his digital signature.
With ninja-like speed John had saved the file and forwarded it to the board.
“It’s done, big brother. Go and sleep in your actual bed for a change.”
A swift shake of the head and muttered curse as big brother realised he’d gnawed through his bottom lip again.
“Can’t.” He stood up and paced the room.
“You know, maybe you shouldn’t have caffeine so late. Even Virgil…”
Scott’s snapped explanation that it made no difference whatsoever and that John KNEW that was forestalled by a series of beeps followed by a low hum as the cleaning bot started trawling across the floor.
“EOS?”
“Yeah, I asked her to see whether a firmware update would sort it.”
“Right.”
The brothers watched in silence as the little machine zigzagged around the room, bumping from one obstacle to another in an apparently haphazard fashion.
“It doesn’t seem very efficient does it?”
Scott sank suddenly to the floor in an effort to hide the fact his legs had turned to jelly.
“No, but it’ll get there in the end and everything will be done and it will all be ok.”
He snorted at his brother’s lack of subtlety and rested his forehead on his knees, concentrating on breathing evenly. He was fine. It was all fine. Again.
A few minutes passed before he noticed a faint high pitched giggle and his moment of peace was interrupted by the cleaning bot repeatedly bumping into his hip. He lifted his head to glare at it only for his eyes to make contact with the outsized googly ones jiggling wildly with each collision. His shoulders shook and he pressed his lips together to try to contain the rush of emotion rising up in his chest.
“EOS!”
As John turned to lecture the AI about when it was and wasn’t appropriate to annoy older brothers, the bot froze, all unblinking innocence gazing up at him. Scott let slip the smallest chortle then, after a beat, exploded, throwing back his head with howls of laughter, tears running down his face
It took him a while to compose himself enough to notice he was now lying on his back on the living room floor, John smiling down at him like some benevolent heavenly messenger. Smugness permeated through EOS’s voice as she enquired whether the Commander was much better now. He hiccuped. Then nodded. As he peeled himself off the floor and patted the cleaning bot absently, Scott found himself seized by An Idea.
And so it was that as Gordon awoke with his dawn alarm to find a 6-day old sandwich with giant eyes watching him from his bedside table.
The screech of a horrified squid echoed through the villa and was swiftly followed by the slamming of doors and the thundering of feet as most of its occupants tore to the rescue of a brother in distress.
The eldest brother remained precisely where he was, warm and comfortable, listening to the chaos and bemused voices. He smiled to himself and drifted back off to sleep.
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#thunderbirds are go#thunderbirds#thunderbirds fanfiction#scott tracy#idontknowreallywhy fanfic#scott tracy needs sleep#Thunderfluff#mostly fluff#Ok Scott’s a bit stressed#But the ending sorts him right out#EOS is a menace#And a genius
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Fic Rec (plus late Six Sentence Sunday) Monday!
Ok, so I’m late posting this, but oh well. It’s being posted!
I’m not sure if my tumblr notifications are working properly at the moment (I know I missed at least one tag last week, so if I’ve missed your tags the last couple of weeks I’m sorry, I’m not ignoring you, tumblr is acting up!) but I’m still alive. I’m back, and I have words to share!
July’s Camp NaNoWriMo has been amazing for getting words down for COTTA, and I am finally back on track with following the El Dorado plot line again! I managed to double the word count goal I had by 1am this morning, so all in all, a very productive month. So without further ado, here’s six(teen) sentences from that! Thanks for the tags @artsyunderstudy @theearlgreymage and @hushed-chorus (and anyone else if I’ve missed your posts!!)
Baz POV
“Get in the back,” he grunts, nodding at the truck. “I’ll cover you.”
“With what, Snow?”
“Just do it.”
No. I won’t leave him.
“They’ll shoot you on sight,” I say (I plead, I almost beg. Don’t make me face the thought of losing you, Simon). “I can’t get over there without your help,” I add. If there’s one thing I can count on right now, it’ll be Simon’s inner heroism.
“Bet you can,” he says, without thinking.
“Two shillings say I can’t.”
The challenge in my voice is enough to make him turn to glare at me. And knowing how much it irritates him, I cock an eyebrow and tilt my chin up to look down my nose at him.
Snow opens his mouth to argue but snaps it shut when we hear the Now Next almost at the corner we’ve just run around.
“You’re on.”
And then Jas also tagged me in a fic rec post, so here’s a few I’ve been enjoying recently!
Someone Wicked by @artsyunderstudy ([E, 53.9k, Carry On, complete]
I had the chance to beta read this fic with @cutestkilla and oh my God it was a rollercoaster of emotions and tender smut and I loved every single second of it!
Normal AU, complicated family relationships, religious guilt, chronic pain rep, escort Simon, this fic had me hooked from the second Ashton pitched it to me! It’s angsty and soft and emotional in all of the ways we’ve come to expect from her fics, and it ticks all of the boxes.
Ashton managed to tackle some really tough emotions and relationship dynamics in this one, and I don’t really want to say any more and risk spoiling any of it.
Check it out if you haven’t yet, but just remember it is explicit with plenty of on page smut/sex scenes!
More Than Friends by @fatalfangirl [E, 19.9k, Carry On, incomplete]
This fic updated today. It was a good day!
Simon and Baz are roommates, and having survived lockdown together their feelings are becoming much more than platonic. Both of them like the other, but neither is willing to compromise their friendship.
Another Normal AU, this time ‘friends with benefits’, featuring lots of unhealthy coping mechanisms, a sexually promiscuous Simon (which I for one am loving!), Baz as a writer, and some new tags that were added today (trigger warnings for mentions of past ab*se and panic attacks).
This fic is updating currently, and I cannot wait to see what Stacy has in store for the boys! (Again, it’s explicit, so minors begone!)
What Remains After the Storm by @hushed-chorus [M, 86.3k, Carry On, complete]
When I tell you this fic had (and still has) me in a fricken chokehold, that’s an understatement! I still think about this fic on a daily basis, and Demi’s writing is simply stunning.
A fantasy/historical fiction(ish) AU, with fae, curses, much pining, and plenty of cute goats.
Simon is a goatherd on the edge of a fishing town, and while he’s not entirely trusted by the townsfolk, he’s not outright despised either. He works the land, and always pays his tithe to the fae. Until he pulls something from the ocean. Or rather, someone. When Baz flees his fae captors and returns home, he and Simon have to work together to help him remember his humanity.
This fic. Oh. My. GOD! Every update had me on the edge of my seat. Do yourself a favour, and go and read this fic. Especially as Demi is considering writing more in the same AU!
Strictly Professional by @palimpsessed [E, 38.5k, Carry On, complete]
This fic completed a couple of days ago, and I didn’t have time to finish reading it until this morning, and my god was it worth the wait!
Simon is a new recruit at Baz’s firm, and he’s joined the company just in time for the professional conference. But not in time to get his own hotel room. Cue only one bed forced proximity fast burn get together!
This fic pays off so quickly in the best way possible! The emotions Pal has managed to get into such a short space of time for the boys is incredible, and had me so invested in this relationship! Baz trying to remain professional, Simon’s unabashed flirting, neither of them managing to keep their hands off each other. Again, every single box ticked!
The Selkie and his Boy by @hushed-chorus [T, 21.8k, Carry On, complete]
It’s very rare that I pick up a T or G rated SnowBaz fic. I usually go for M and above, but once again, Demi had me hook line and sinker with this one.
Every year, Baz and his family holiday in Cornwall (can I just say how much I love Demi’s writing about Cornwall? It’s so nice to see the South West represented in fic!! As a Dorset girl who holidayed a lot in Cornwall as a kid, I love this so much!). Everything goes to plan … most of the time. One year, he meets a boy with bronze hair and blue eyes that utterly captivates him, and who he expects to spend the whole summer getting to know.
But the boy never shows up the next day. Or the next. Or indeed for the next several years.
Flash forward seven years, and an embittered Baz finally meets Simon again, and finds out why Simon never came back all those years ago.
An AU where Simon is a selkie, Baz is still a vampire, and Mordelia is unabashedly sassy!
Tagging (for both SSS and fic recs): @artsyunderstudy @aroace-genderfluid-sheep @aristocratic-otter @palimpsessed @larkral @orange-peony @dragoneggos @prettylightsbigcity @stardustasincocaine @fatalfangirl @cutestkilla @ileadacharmedlife @chen-chen-chen-again-chen @ebbpettier @martsonmars @erzbethluna @hushed-chorus
#six sentence sunday#it’s late but it’s here#also#fic recs#snowbaz#artsyunderstudy#hushed-chorus#palimpsessed#cotta 2023#the road to el dorado au#1920s snowbaz shenanigans
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Learned From The Best
Richie Jerimovich x Jess
Warnings: 18+, Season 2 Spoilers, language, fluff, me being obsessed with these two
Summary: Despite Jess's last words to Richie, "Don't be a stranger," it still ends up that somehow she is the one to cross over his path when she stops in at The Bear one night.
Word Count: 3.5k
A/N: I sat down and threw this all out onto the page in one sitting. I finished writing this at 1am and had to fight every urge to post it in that very moment. I love these two. I love Richie. I fully plan on writing more canon character x canon character fics for this show because no one can stop me lmaooo. Richie just. He deserves nice things.
The Bear Taglist: @withmyteeth @garbinge @justreblogginfics (If you want to be added to any of my taglists, please let me know!)
Even though Richie was looking down at the tablet on the small hostess podium in front of him, he still heard the sound of the restaurant door opening. He could separate out that sound from the buzzing of the dining area. He was speaking before he even looked up, but he only got a few words out before his eyes lifted and he saw who had just come striding in.
“Good evening, and welcome to—” He stopped short, eyes widening as he tried not to trip and fumble over nothing. “Oh, shit,” he said softly, a smile breaking out across his face in place of the shock. “Chef Jess.”
She laughed quietly at that, just as much at his shot and slip-up of vulgarity as the fact that he still called her Chef Jess. She brought her hands in front of her, using both to hold onto the small clutch purse that she had with her.
“I think you can just call me Jess here, Chef,” she replied, a joking lilt to her tone.
He smiled, hands bracing against the podium in front of him. “Right. Right.” The two of them stared at each other for another couple of seconds before Richie remembered where he was and what he was doing. Clearing his throat, he jumped right back into the professional demeanor that Jess of all people had taught him so well. “How many tonight?”
Her smile widened just a touch. “Just me.”
Richie had been looking down at the seating arrangements, wanting to pick just the right place for her. But he hadn’t been expecting her to say that she was there alone. He figured that she was meeting up with a friend, or even multiple friends. There was the possibility that she was there for a date but he didn’t want to think about that, he also didn’t want to think about why he didn’t want to think about that.
Even with his chin still tilted down, his eyes flicked back up to hers. She tilted her head just slightly, like she was waiting for him to make some kind of comment, maybe even crack a joke since he usually seemed to have one up his sleeve for just about any occasion.
Instead, he looked back down and chose what he thought would be the perfect table for her before stepping out from behind the podium and motioning for her to walk with him. “Right this way then, Chef.”
She let out a chuckle and shook her head at the fact that he was still calling her that. It would be an odd transition, maybe one that neither of them would ever really get past for a long time. There was a brand of familiarity in it, though.
As the two of them walked towards Jess’s table, all Richie could do was try to keep looking over at her. She was dressed so differently than when she was working in the kitchen, which was understandable. Rather than the black and white suit, Jessica was dressed in a beautiful and extremely flattering black dress. Instead of a high-collared button-down and a tie, her dress came off each shoulder, the slightest bit of a V in the middle where the pendant of her necklace rested. Richie also noticed that the small red clutch in her hand matched the red heels she was wearing, the type of shoe that she would be far too smart to wear to her own restaurant because she wouldn’t be able to run around and stand in them for hours on end. Her hair was down in loose waves around her shoulder with the exception of two locks that she had pulled back and clipped behind her head.
“Here you are,” Richie said as he pulled out a chair for her to sit in at the small two-top table. A table positioned so that she could see most of what was going on in the restaurant, but she could also get the slightest bit of a peak back towards the kitchen too.
She nodded, smiling as she sat down. “Thank you.”
“I’ll be right back with your drink.” He paused, lingering for a moment as he went back and forth before finally deciding to say what he’d been thinking since she walked into The Bear, what he’d been thinking since he staged and she told him to stay the fuck out of her way. “You look beautiful, by the way.”
Jess smiled, heat creeping up her neck and into her face as she looked up at Richie. “Thank you.” She made a point to look him over slowly, carefully. “I’m glad you’re still wearing suits.”
He laughed quietly as he nodded. “Me too.”
Richie strode quickly but calmly away from Jess’s table and back to the kitchen. He walked through the door, into the throws of controlled chaos that they’d all gotten so accustomed to. Waiting for the right moment, he got Sydney’s attention.
“Hey, Chef?” Richie spoke up.
Her eyes were on the expo in front of her but she was listening to every word he said. “Yes, Chef, how can I help you?”
“Just fired the first order for table twenty-two, but, um…” he started to trail off, not exactly sure what he wanted to say to Sydney, what he was even planning on asking of her.
She finally looked over at him. “Did something go wrong?”
“No, no, n-no,” he stammered for a moment. Taking a deep breath, he adjusted his tie. “Just, just make sure it all hits, alright?”
Sydney’s brows pinched together as she tried to figure out what had Richie off-kilter the way he was. “Alright, yea, sure. I’ll make sure it hits.” She paused. “Can I ask who is at table twenty-two?”
He sighed. “If I’m being honest, Chef, I’d rather you didn’t.”
Sydney’s eyes widened as she smiled and laughed. “Who’s at table twenty-two?”
The two of them looked at each other for a moment before Syd turned around, switching from facing her team of chefs to facing the narrow stripe of glass that let her see out into the dining area. She stood up on her tip-toes for a moment as she scanned to see who it was that Richie was so concerned about.
When her eyes landed on Jess, she found herself standing there with more questions than answers. “Who is she?”
Richie shook his head slightly. “Someone I don’t want to fuck up in front of, alright? Is that a good enough answer?”
Sydney flashed him a slick grin, but nodded nonetheless. “We’ll take care of her, Richie. Don’t worry about it.”
He let out a short sigh of relief as he gave her a nod, not that he was really all that worried about them not taking care of Jess. “Thank you, Chef.”
Sydney was smiling to herself as she returned her attention to the expo in front of her. “You’re welcome, Chef.”
Richie was fighting every impulse he had to linger around Jessica’s table, to constantly be checking in on her. He didn’t want to be breathing down her neck, plus there was an entire dining room of other people that he also had to take care of. Most of the time, Richie didn’t mind sharing tables with Sweeps and Fak—what they were all doing these days was a team effort after all. But he made sure that he was the only one checking in with Jess. It made it easier that she’d come in a little closer to the tail-end of the big dinner rush. Things were a little quieter.
“How is everything?” he had to force himself not to bookend the question with Chef. This time he was successful unlike some of the other times he’d stopped to ask her some version of that same question.
She nodded approvingly. “Everything has been really great, Richie.”
He beamed at her. “Good, good. I’m, I’m glad to hear it.” He paused for a beat, an almost shy grin on his face as he said, “I wish I knew you were coming in tonight—would’ve rolled out, you know, the whole fuckin’ red carpet and everything for you.”
She shook her head at him. “Richie—”
“I know, I know,” he held his hands up in surrender, “Language.”
She laughed. “What I was actually going to say, was that even without a red carpet, this has all been phenomenal.”
“You’re not just sayin’ that to make me feel better?”
She arched one eyebrow. “Do you think that I would?”
He laughed, nodding in concession to her point. “That’s true.” He paused, clearing his throat, eyes dropping to look at his shoes for a moment as he tried to gather up a bit of courage. “There’s one more course. But if you have the time, and if you wouldn’t mind, there’s something else I’d love for you to try afterwards, too.”
She perked up at the statement, a smile on her face. “Got something up your sleeve, Richie?”
The smile on his face was soft. “Always. Learned from the best.” There was a comfortable beat of quiet between them before he said, “I’ll go check on your last course.”
By the time that she was done with that, Jess noticed that most people in the restaurant had cleared out. Ordinarily, she’d feel bad, or even awkward, about being one of the last people out. Not this time, though. She was more than content to sit and wait to see what Richie was going to be bringing out, what he had up his sleeve.
Richie was standing just inside the kitchen, looking at Jessica through the pane of glass. He was so caught up in staring at her that he didn’t even hear Sydney walking up behind him. “Just gonna stare at her until we close, or…?”
He flinched at the sound of her voice. “Fuck me, Chef. Don’t, don’t do that.”
Sydney laughed, rolling her eyes. “Stop stalling. Go, you know, go profess your undying love for her.” Both of them laughed and Sydney amended her statement. “Or at least go tell her that you were happy to see her.”
Richie took a deep breath and nodded, knowing that he could only stand with his face practically pressed up against the glass for so long. Turning to Syd, he asked, “You got the thing?”
Sydney’s smile was genuine as she nodded. She grabbed the small covered tray off the edge of the counter and handed it to him. “I got the thing.”
Richie took a deep breath before allowing Sydney to pass the tray off to him. “Thank you, Chef.”
“You’re welcome.” She gestured to the door. “Now go, please.”
Before he could talk himself out of it, Richie walked through the kitchen door and back out into the dining area. He tried to pretend he was more confident than he felt as he made his way back over to Jessica’s table. She was sitting there, looking around and seeming as content as the moment that she had walked in. Richie tried to take comfort in that.
“Thank you for your patience, Chef Jess.”
She smiled at him. “I figured whatever it is would be worth the wait.”
He set the tray down in the middle of her table. He watched as she looked at the tray and then back up to him. Once they locked eyes, he motioned to the chair across from her. “Mind if I…?”
She tried not to let her smile grow cartoonishly wide. Gesturing to the seat, she said, “By all means.”
Richie undid the button on his suit jacket as he sat down across the table from Jess. Taking a deep breath, he looked her in the eyes. “Now, I didn’t have time to do a deep-dive on you before you got here,” he said it light enough for both of them to laugh even though they both knew that there was nothing but truth in his words, “but I think you’ll still really like this.” He reached to remove the cover from the tray. “I asked Chef Sydney if she could pull together something special for you, and of course she said yes.”
Jessica chuckled softly. “Because no one can say no to you?”
He shot her a look that was as joking as it was kind. “You know that’s not true.”
She laughed a little harder at that. “I know.” She watched as Richie finally lifted the top from the tray. Her eyes were wide as she looked down at the plate in front of her. “Wow.”
Richie had had a lot of proud moments in the last few months that had gone by. From staging with Jess and Garrett and the rest of their team, to hustling through the chaos of Friends & Family at The Bear, to all of the other times since then that he and Natalie had kept things afloat and running as smoothly as they could hope, there were a lot of moments that he could smile about when he thought back on them. He’d done more in the last few months than he ever thought that he was capable of. But seeing the look on Jess’s face in that moment, and knowing that she was a large part of the reason that he knew that he was capable of doing everything else, there was a completely different sense of pride in that.
“You said,” he spoke like he was choosing each word with such care, “that you can do what you do because you get to make someone’s night every night.” He gestured to the dessert between them. “But I think it’s only fair that every now and then someone makes your night.”
Jess dragged her teeth lightly against her bottom lip for a moment, not having expected any of this. She hadn’t expected to walk into The Bear and be greeted by Richie in the first place, so everything after that was just as surprising. She had no doubt that when he left he would be doing well somewhere, she just didn’t think that she’d get to experience it first-hand.
“My night was made the second I got here,” she told him honestly, trying not to think about the heat rising in her face as she said it. “But, that being said,” she picked up her fork, “this looks amazing and I won’t say no to it.”
Richie laughed, unable to think of the last time he’d smiled as widely as he was at that moment. “Enjoy.”
She paused with her fork halfway to the dish. “You’re having some too?”
His eyes crinkled at the edges as he grinned. “I didn’t wanna be presumptuous, but since you asked…” he trailed off as he reached into the pocket of his suit jacket and pulled out a fork of his own, earning another laugh from the beautiful woman sitting across from him.
The two of them were quiet for a couple minutes as they ate. Richie admitted that he had no idea what Sydney was going to pull together for her when he asked for something special, which had them both laughing for a moment before they started listing off all the things that they could taste in the dish. It was like the next level of the game they’d played after hours at Jessica’s restaurant. The stakes felt different this time.
Richie wanted to tell her about everything that he’d done since he’d finished staging and came back to The Bear. He wanted to tell her how every night he was just trying to be as much like her as he could manage, keeping things running as smoothly as possible. He wanted to tell her about the chaos of opening night, how he and Sydney managed to flip things on a dime and make it work. There were so many things that he wanted to talk to her about, but he didn’t. It wasn’t the time. Hopefully one day it would be the right time for all that, but it wasn’t yet.
“I’m—”
“You know—”
They both started talking at the same time, both stopped talking at the same time. They each laughed, shaking their heads. They’d gotten so good at not tripping over themselves, over other people by the nature of their work. Not this time.
Richie gestured for her to talk. “Ladies first.”
Jess gave a tiny roll of her eyes but she was still smiling. “I was just going to say, I’m glad that I got to see you here. I’m…I’m glad I got to experience you like this.”
Richie felt like he had to sit with that for a minute, revel in the meaning and the weight of it. He tried to sound less emotional than he felt. “I’m glad I got to see you here too.” He paused, looking down at his hands for a moment before looking at her again. “You know, I don’t…I don’t know if I would’ve been able to do all of this if it wasn’t for you, if it wasn’t for everyone—”
“Richie,” she cut him off, firm but gentle, “this,” she gestured to all of him, “is all you.”
His shoulders rose and fell in a small shrug, a tiny smile quirking the end of his mouth. “Maybe. But you, you made me better. So, you know, thank you for that.”
Part of her felt like it wasn’t the type of thing she should really be saying you’re welcome for, but another part of her knew that Richie would feel better if she said it. So she did. “You’re welcome.”
Relief went through him at that. He let another second pass before standing up, redoing the button of his jacket as he did. Reaching, he deftly lifted the tray and forks off the table. “I’ll get this out of your way.”
She smiled up at him. “Thank you.”
He was about to turn and walk back towards the kitchen when he saw Jess reaching for her purse. “Oh,” he spoke up, leaning in a little closer almost like he was telling her a secret, “no check tonight.”
“Richie.”
“Jess,” he easily mimicked her tone back to her.
She huffed out a quiet laugh, knowing that she wasn’t going to win the battle. She was on Richie’s turf now. Taking a deep breath, she simply nodded. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
Once he’d cleared the table they were sitting at, Richie walked alongside Jessica back to the front door. This time she was the one who was looking over at him. “You escort everyone out?”
He laughed, face warming at the question. “It’s no red carpet, but you know, least I could do.”
Jess stopped at the door, standing with her back to it as she faced Richie. “Thank you again for everything.”
He shook his head, waving it off like it wasn’t a big deal. Because it wasn’t, really. It mattered, because it was Richie and because it was her, but it wasn’t a burden. In his mind, all of this had been the least that he could do for her.
“Next time let me know ahead of time and I’ll send a car.”
“Or you could come pick me up,” she offered for him.
His eyes widened at that, a cheesy grin on his face as he nodded. “That could work too.”
Stepping in, she pressed a quick, soft kiss to his cheek, leaving behind the faintest hint of lipstick. “Goodnight, Richie.”
He almost couldn’t force the words out past his surprise at the gesture. “Yea, g-goodnight.”
Richie watched as she turned and walked out the door. The smile on his face grew wider when he saw the way she cast him an extra glance over her shoulder. There was a smile on her face too as she finally started walking down the sidewalk.
Richie let out a sigh, a deep breath he’d forgotten that he was holding in. Finally, he turned back around so that he was facing the expanse of the restaurant. He was about to take a step towards the kitchen when he saw both Carmy and Syd lurking in the doorway.
“Jesus, fuck,” Richie said with a shake of his head. “You two just standing there fuckin—”
“Did you get her number?” Syd asked, cutting him off.
“What?” Richie had never looked more confused in his life.
“Her phone number, cousin, did you get her phone number?” Carmy interjected, more amused by it all than he had any right to be.
“Oh, shit,” Richie’s eyes went wide, “do, do you think I should…?” he trailed off as he pointed his thumb back over his shoulder.
“Yes!” both Carmy and Syd answered in unison.
Richie was already turning on his heel to take off out the door. “Right, right.” He pushed the glass door open with ease before going and trying to play catch-up. “Yo, Chef, wait up! I got a question!”
#the bear#the bear fanfiction#the bear hulu#the bear fx#richie#richie jerimovich#jessica the bear#jess the bear#richie jerimovich x jess#richie jerimovich x jessica#my writing#fanfiction#drabblesmc
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Weekly Bulletin: July 30 and beyond!
Thank you so much to everyone who has participated in this year’s Inceptiversary! We hope you all had as much fun as we did!
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Sunday, July 30
@inceptionwatchparty - Glass Onion, 8PM EDT / 12 AM GMT
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@aeldws drabbles due, voting opens
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@aeldws final prompt posted, 1AM EDT
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@aeldws voting closes, final results posted
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I read the chapter for several hours and now it's already late at night but I don't regret anything. I couldn't put it down, this tension between them, this chase, this passion and danger just captured me. I'm EXCITED. Pete who thought about Macau warms my heart so much 💓 Vegas my boy your father inspired you that you mean nothing and are not worthy of anything but look who is chasing you, who so desperately wants to prove to you that there is a way out and he is next to you 🥺 I’m so sorry for Vegas for what his father inspired him that darkness and hatred are all he has and all he is worth..... And Pete who finally knew the full depth of Vegas's trauma and how painful it is to realize how much your loved one is broken and breaking before your eyes 💔 I knew what was going to happen in this chapter but the way you described it, that line between fighting and shooting and Vegas and Pete being excited, it was just WOW. I was so tense the whole time. That parallel that all the time Vegas was running after Pete and begging him to be with him, but here Pete finally realizes how much Vegas means to him and runs after him all the time, please stay so WE COULD BE.....Thanks for all these emotions 🫂💙I hope Pete makes Vegas comfortable after waking up and he himself will be fine (it was too emotional for him) I want them to finally be happy, or traumatized mafia boys in love🥺But I feel Korn won’t leave them alone😭 Too many letters, but I’m so grateful for this work, thank you for your work, it’s incredible 🫶
omg sorry i always hear about everyone reading it so late at night for them and these timezones are straight up working against us!!! but to be fair i did post it like 1AM in my timezone too lol so im just as sleep deprived as you probably hahaah.
that makes me so happy to hear!! it was literally the culmination of the fic, the penultimate show down without it actually being the complete end so i really hope after all the build up and tension that it delivered!!
omg like???? so soft of him tbh i really wanted to build on that final scene on the show- like where macau is so comfortable around pete that he cuddles up to him with vegas and it just seemed to work so well. pete might be tough and practical to the point of hurtful sometimes but he does care!!!
ugh yeah we really did see the worst effects of vegas' trauma this chap, like here he has something good with pete, pete who has already given him one too many chances than what he deserves and even with him running off constantly during the coup, pete is still chasing him, still trying to pull him back from that ledge. so glad kan is dead now because i dont know if vegas would have ever made the choice to turn his back on him. not unless kan took his intentions to hurt pete further and it literally came down to the two of them in the room (like that time in the safe house when kan nearly killed him) and even if it had ended like that, and vegas had chosen pete like we all knew he would, it would have still been agony for vegas.
pete is absolutely going to take his caring up to eleven once he's fully conscious again and can get in to see vegas. he is going to be annoying so many doctors with vegas, whilst also making sure vegas follows their post op recovering instructions lol. but we all know vegas secretly loves being taken care of so the both of them will be living their best unhinged lives.
no spoilers but korn has some more tricks up his sleeve he always does but now that pete isn't restricted by his agony of not betraying the main family anymore i do think korn is going to be in for a surprise.
ahhhh youre so welcome!! im so very glad that you liked it :)
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Kings, Queens, and Pawns In Between
a mob au Masterlist
Falling in love is messy. Falling in love with a mob boss and ending up in the middle of a turf war and high profile criminal investigation? That’s just a typical Tuesday.
ao3 | fanfic
PART I: SLOWLY, THEN ALL AT ONCE
1: Bad Day
2: Power
3: A Glass of Scotch
4: Fuck Being Sober
5: Live and Let Fly
6: Wild Side
7: Meeting You Again
8: Midnight Ride
9: I Can Hear The Bells | Deleted Scene
10: Exceptional Zed
PART II: RUNNING FROM DESTINY
11: Jackpot
12: So This Is Love
13: 1AM
14: Wildest Dreams
15: Should've, Would've, Could've
COMPANION PIECES
luxury | Let Me Love You (sick fic)
INSTAGRAM POSTS
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4
Zed & Addison's Anniversary Posts One | Two
#mob au#zombies#zombies 3#zombies 2#zeddison#zombies fanfiction#sayorseee writes#sayorseee masterlist#bysarah
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Masterlist
A/N: I'm still building this. So, if you're looking for fics of mine and they are not linked below, they're coming soon! Check the tags on this post in the meantime to find them!
Bloodline Family Series
Features Roman Reigns, Jey Uso, Jimmy Uso & OCs
Welcome Home
Parent Conference
Embarrassing Moment
Parent Conference
Big Boy Simba
Just Say No 2
Just Say No 3
Just Say No 4
Fed Up 1
Fed Up 2
A New Leaf
Wait … Before You Hit Me
Guess What
Fight
M&M’s
Freshmeat
House Party
Simba’s First Date
Heartbreak Pt. 1
Heartbreak Pt. 2
Clumsy
Studying
Fan
Daddy’s Got You
Todd
Throuple
Meet the Family
Meet the Washingtons
What’s Done in the Dark
Comes to the Light
Birthday Girl
Early Christmas Gift Planning
Dinner & Dessert
New Blessings
Congrats, Grad
Attack
Attack 2
Attack 3
Old Wounds
Old Wounds II
Old Wounds III
Tha Block is Hot
Knock, Knock
Goin’ Off
Lines
Dinner
Surprise
Boxes
Well
Let’s Talk
Draft Night
Bloodline Family Series Shorties
Features Roman Reigns, Jey Uso, Jimmy Uso & OCs
Do You Want It I’ll Buy It For You
Smoke
Haleigh & Carlito
Auntie A
You Don’t Have To Do All The Things You Do
I’m Not Gonna Stop Poking You
I Fell in Love With My Best Friend
It’s A Real Shame No One Asked For Your Opinion
You’re So Cute When You Pout Like That
That doesn’t Even Make Sense
Facetime
Child is Sick & Wants Daddy
Bedtime Temper Tantrum
Parental Paragraph
Is That Mistletoe?
My Parents Will Love You, Don’t Worry
Let’s Bake Cookies!
I Want A Picture with Santa
Daddy, Can you Help Me Write A Letter to Santa?
I Don’t Sing
Baby, Help Me Write Christmas Cards
It’s 1AM, Get Up!
Bloodline Family Series AU
Features Roman Reigns, Jey Uso, Jimmy Uso & OCs
Netflix and …
Privacy
Family Ties
Spinoff from BLFS
(I wrote all fics linked here but this series is co-run with @annoyedkayah2395, go to her blog for the installments that she's written)
Practice
First Day In Cali (Goes with “Todd”)
Video
Cali
1+1=3
Just Because
Coping
Hear Me Out
Carlito’s First Sleepover
Girl Talk
Let Me Tell You
Morgan & Chenice
Nightmare
Father’s Day Prep
Come Get Her
Family Court
Story Time
Dreamin’
Storm
Pop Up
Tragedy
Hey Alexa
MJ
Family Ties AU
(I wrote all fics linked here but this series is co-run with @annoyedkayah2395, go to her blog for the installments that she's written)
Water Balloons
But …
Studio
Co-Parenting
BLFS//FT Crossover
Excuse Me Miss
Icky
Haleigh’s Appointment
Man to Man
Jealous
Charlotte
BBQ
Home Alone
Grandpa King’s Farm
Sour Patch Kid
Birthday Party
Mama Tasha
Caught
Like It?
BLFS//FT AU Crossover
Haleigh’s Visitor
New Kid on the Block
One
Two
Three
Late
Mommy
Gifts
Unicorns & Rainbows
Awkward 2
Movin’ Out
Get Right
My Baby
ER
Visiting
Responsibility
I’m Sorry
Mama Bear
Stop!
I’m Fine
Take Care of It
Runaway Bride
Firsts
Disrespect
First Trip
Kid Free
Have & Have Nots
(I wrote all fics linked her but this series is co-run with @annoyedkayah2395, go to her blog for the installments that she's written)
Officially A Malone
Gotta Go
Bonding
Confrontation
Mind Your Business
Emergency
Recovery
Pop Up
Formal Introduction
The Real Her
My Brother’s Keeper
Family Time
Father
Let’s Talk
The Morning After
Night Out
Checkmate
Saturday
Engagement Dinner
Another Emergency
Beat Down
Sweeties Day
Creepin’
What Are You Doing Here?
Skeletons 2
Why
For You
Blood
To Zion
WTF
First Day
Warning
Just In Case
Lunch
Dumb Broad
Lil Thug Life
Moving
Old Friends
Prep
A Tragic Day
Savannah
Thin Ice
Empty House
Officer
Full Story
Family Dinner
The Last Straw
Listen
Leaving
Unbelievable
Oops
Gee Wiz, It’s Christmas
Oh You Forgot?
Guests
Coach
Who Is She?
I’m Pregnant
Conley
Sneaky
Back In Town
Stop Playin’ With Me
Oliver & Company
Unbothered
Nerves
Plan B
Back Off
Sistas
The First Baby
Switch
You’re …
Caught
Enough
Sibling Rivalry
Another Willis
Have & Have Nots AU
10 Seconds
Trouble Man
Awkward
Be Nice
Dumbass
Tyson
New Leaf
One
Two
Just The Two of Us
One
Two
Three
Four
Five
Seven
Eight
Nine
Eleven
Twelve
Thirteen
Fourteen
Fifteen
Sixteen
Seventeen
Eighteen
Nineteen
Twenty
Twenty-One
Twenty-Two
SVU
Familiar Face
One
Two
Three
Four
Five
Trial Prep
A Special Victim
The Things We Have to Lose (Pt. 1)
The Canary
Features Roman Reigns & OCs
One
We All Want Love
Features Roman Reigns & OCs
Cast
Chapter One
Line in the Sand
Features Tama Tonga & OCs
One
Two
Three
Four
Five (Pt. 1)
Five (Pt. 2)
Six
Seven
Eight
Empire
(I wrote all fics linked her but this series is co-run with @annoyedkayah2395, go to her blog for the installments that she's written)
Prince of Rap
Group Project
Condo
Come Here
Faded Memories
Ghost
Come Clean
Ghost 2
Rocky
Meeting Ms. Taylor
McIntyre Family Series
Features Drew McIntyre, Montez Ford & OCs
Temper Tantrum
First Night Home
Bonding Time
Daddy, Can You Help Me Write A Letter to Santa?
I’m Pregnant
My Parents Will Love You
Is That A Mistletoe?
Sleeping Headcanon
Anger Headcanon
Kissing Headcnnon
New Years #4
Main Event
Champ
Champ 2
Deja Vú
Features Florian Munteanu & OCs
One
Two
Three
Four
Shorties
Daddy Daughter Time (Seth Rollins)
Twitter Fingers (Tama Tonga)
Baby’s First Shots (Tama Tonga)
Temper Tantrum (Samoa Joe)
First Day of School (Tama Tonga)
Baby’s First Doctor’s Appointment (Jeff Hardy)
Nightmare (Tama Tonga)
Child is Sick (Jeff Hardy)
Breakfast Time (Samoa Joe)
Daddy Daughter Bonding (Jinder Mahal)
Parental Paragraph (Big E)
Director's Commentary
Haleigh & Messiah
Jey & Apryl
Roman & Kandice
Best & Worst Traits of Characters
Drew & Danica
#masterlist#bloodline family series#roman & kandice#ro & kandice#jey & apryl#jimmy & trinity#bloodline family series au#family ties fic#family ties#family ties au#family ties au fic#ardian & haleigh#hahn fic#Hahn#have and have nots#have and have nots fic#hahn au#charles & lainey#roman reigns#jey uso#jimmy uso#mcintyre family series#drew & danica#drew mcintyre#empire fic#empire#tahj & nylah#Hakeem Lyon#florian munteanu#tama tonga
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the gross pointe blank au
goddammit i CANNOT locate the post about this
okay so before the Epilogue killed my love of HS, i was meticulously planning out a fic that spiritually became SWDKTOWL. it was the Gross Pointe Blank AU.
the basic concept was a reworking of the original movie but with dirkjake. jake and dirk were high school sweethearts-- oh shit i found the original summary
Jake English went through the same crisis a lot of teenagers do on the cusp of adulthood, and ran away from home. He ran all the way into the army and was funneled into a particular CIA program that handles extrajudicial operations. He learned plenty of important life skills, like sniping and poison application and martial executions before leaving the CIA to go into business for himself as a private contractor.
Back in Austin, Jake left behind his high school sweetheart, Dirk Strider, but Dirk Strider never quite left him, carried around like a bullet waiting for its home. First, Jake dreamed of Dirk nightly, the boy he’d stood up and run away from. Then, a few years later, he learned his old flame was running a radio show back home. Soon, Jake’s jobs were filled with the voice of that same ghost every night.
He didn’t have to acknowledge how creepy this was, pining over his ex while listening to his show during jobs. Not until a job called him back to Austin, back to his once hometown.
This was going to be awkward.
yeah so jake runs away from home, becomes a gov't agent, then goes into business as an assassin, traveling the world, meeting people, and killing them. he's very much adrift, and still hung up on the things he abandoned and left behind.
when the information tech revolution happens, jake gets a smartphone and does the one thing you should NEVER DO and looks up his ex. dirk is still in Austin, TX, and it turns out his rich daddy bought him a radio station (well, Dave bought the station and thus Dirk can do his nightly music-and-philosophy show). and when jake realizes he can stream this show, he starts doing so. every night. his phone remains synched to the time zone back in Austin just so he can always know when its time.
i had this very very vivid image of jake, just getting out of a really bad job, stealing a car, and parking it in one of those tall, automated parking garages in dubai. as he waits for his pain meds to kick in at 1am, he listens to dirk's show, his phone resting on his chest, listening to dirk talk about obscure music opinions.
(many more details under the cut)
also here's the kicker; i was going to try to uh. voice the segments and embed them in the fic. yeah i know, terrible. here's the only one i previewed, all the way back in 2019. yeah don't laugh at me.
anyway, eventually The Plot kicks off. Jake fucks up a job (i had it in my head he was supposed to assassinate Cronus but accidentally killed Eridan, and the client (Dualscar) was Not Happy). he has to take a high profile job in the US to make amends. it just so happens to be in Austin, TX. What are the fucking odds.
now in the original GPB movie, Dan Akroyd plays this rival assassin who wants to form an Assassin Union and tries to force John Cuscak to join in. that's dated now in 2022, as it was in 2019 when i was plotting this so instead:
as soon as jake lands in the US, his car is tailed. really unsubtly. he finds a secluded spot to pull off too. it turns out good old Janey wants to have a chat. now that Jake has slinked back to the US, she wants to float this idea she has of franchising the murder biz, and she wants Jake to buy in and open one of the franchises under her banner. Jake is like yeah no that seems silly, this is an industry of mentally ill folks with a shitload of guns, we're not exactly the most community-driven of peoples. Jane tells him to reconsider. 8) He should really reconsider. Under her plan, in 5 years there will be no freelance work, it'll ALLLLL be under her umbrella and if Jake knows what's good for him, he'll get in at the ground floor. They part contentiously.
So Jake is SUPPOSED to open up this dossier on his target and get to killing, but. He's back home, and can super casually drive past Dirk's radio station while listening to it. Not creepy at all! Not obsessed and hung up on it! Nope!
He gets caught out eventually, not by Dirk but by Roxy. (Roxy is trans and Jake was the first person she told her cool new name too, and they were super close back in the day.) She is hyped as fuck to see Jake but also like "yo why the fuck are you idling in a rented car outside the job of the dude you stood up so much you left the fucking country, homes?"
it's a mess, and Jake wants to reconnect with people. it's Fucking Hard because he's uuuuuuuuuuh having a midlife crisis? basically? thinking about his life, his job, and all he left behind. meanwhile, jane is trying to do jake's assassination before he can to scope it out from under him and get him into even DEEPER shit with Dualscar, but jake cannot focus on that shit when he finally can see dirk again.
and dirk is. not THRILLED to see him. because Dirk waited and waited and waited, and Jake never came back, and Dirk isn't SAYING he never got over it but. yeah. so Dirk is tsuntsundere at best with jake, but jfc every time they are in a room together they can Feel It, the tension.
All of this is interspersed with more radio segments. one i really liked was Dirk doing a Arctic Monkeys block and having a whole segment about Alex Turner and that thing he said about how he wrote the best album of 2013 ("AM") and how fucking infuriating men like that are, because he's right, obviously, but also what is the poisoned lure of dudes who walk around knowing the effect they have on you? how do you handle them? (he's talking about jake natch) there was a lot of specially curated music that's basically a conversation-by-proxy with jake, i was gonna have a lot of fun there.
anwyay, things come to a head. right as jake is like "okay I'm gonna do this final job and then QUIT and try things with dirk," he opens the dossier he shoulda opened two weeks ago.... and his target is Dave fucking Strider. dumb. fucking. luck.
jake rushes to save dirk's dad from being merced by Jane's team, and does the full john cusack, "Dirk. [murders a guy] I'm in love with you. And I think we can make this work!" action sequence
/JAZZ HANDS
#gross pointe blank au#assassin au#the ORIGINAL assassin AU lmao#dirkjake#instead of all this i wrote KTOWL when i came back to HS#my fic#spooky jake autumn#this jake DEF counts
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Hi author, anon about the ask over your CTF Jace and Aemond characterization here ✌🏾
First of I want to say that you are very kind to answer all of our asks, questions and comments. I of course left various comments on your fics but I often wonder if I or we, aren’t annoying you … but then I guess that is also the beauty of fanfiction over regular fiction novels,right ? the access, the direct line of communication the readers have with the writer. anyway a very tiny paragraph to say that I’m very grateful for your interactions with us on your tumblr.
To go back to my ask & your answer … I hope you didn’t think I was disparaging your Aemond and its characterization (if it came out that way I really apologize). I think he’s very likable and comes out as any individual who lost his eye & didnt get too see the perpetrator punished, and finally got a dragon and saw himself being reprimanded for it. Meaning he’s bitter, angry and slightly closeted. Also the yearning he has for Jacaerys that you made us peeped in the last chapter made him a very compelling character.
I like what you say abt still maintaining Aemond’s (book canon and show canon) darkness and his thoughts being as dark as his heart. Now I imagine CTF!Aemond’s yearning for Jacaerys is not all rainbows and flowery hope of a courtship. I figure at night, in his room … he must think abt all he could to Jacaerys …🫣
I also like what you say abt Aemond having to change for a place next to Jacaerys. It also parallel how Jacaerys will have to accept Aemond and his not so savory parts too (& also how the throne will inevitably change Jacaerys in some capacity). Ultimately both Jace and Aemond will have to make concessions to be together but also put a lot of trust in one another and love, lust and trust don’t often go together. They have a long way to go … which is probably very fun for you to write as the author.
Sending you good vibes for your college classes !
don't worry, you aren't annoying me at all!! in fact, it's always incredibly touching to me that you guys care abt something i've made so much that you're so curious abt it. i'm grateful for interacting with you too!!💕💕
also absolutely no need to apologize, it didn't come off like you were disparaging my characterization of aemond, i was just running off 3hrs of sleep that day and answering your ask at almost 1am so i misread and didn't realize i went off on a nearly unrelated tangent until after i'd posted😅😅 even when i was delirious tho, i just thought you were commenting on book!aemond's dark traits and wondering how much of them i would be incorporating (part of that whole spiel was also just me preemptively responding to any future issues readers might have with my interpretation)👍🏼
"bitter, angry, and slightly closeted" is such an excellent description of aemond in general but CTF!aemond especially😂😭 let's just say he thinks some very...colorful and impassioned thoughts abt jace frequently😳🫣 i'm glad you find my characterization of him compelling!!
since the FMF/CTF universe is supposed to be a fix-it, i'm really trying to get jacemond's dynamic to be as healthy as possible. not necessarily perfect by our modern standards of course, it is still westeros, but healthy all the same. and i personally think it's a mark of a healthy/equal relationship when you don't try to change one another but rather, your love inspires each other to change. (otherwise, what are you there for? just find someone who already fits your necessary criteria lol, trying to build-a-bear a relationship you're already in just sounds like a recipe for endless fights and disappointment+disaster) but yeah i'm a romantic what can i say🥲🤷🏻♀️ like you mention, there's still a long way to go before both them get to being completely level with each other; trust, i think, must preclude love - it has to be there for it to form in the first place, otherwise it's just lust/obsession - and neither of them are really at trust yet. it's def equal parts fun to flesh out but also frustrating bc i know all of us just wanna be there already😂
thank you for the good vibes, i'm sending you some too! i hope life treats you amazing!!♥️
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Bruh I literally unfollowed you for a minute when I accidentally pressed the follow button instead of the ask button 😔 (don’t worry if fixed it)
Anyway I’m doing well, thanks for asking and thanks for the ask! I hope you are doing good as well!
As for the ask how about 1, 3 and 23? ❤️
Oh you're totally fine, no worries! I'm doing quite well, being up at 1am & on tumblr, can't beat it!
1. Share a song that makes you think of [fic title]
Oh this is a good one, I actually do tend to listen to music as I write fics! I immediately thought of two fics where certain songs remind me of them, as I have a deep connection with each of them.
Love Is A Song reminds me of Eisotrophobia, as I listened to this track on loop for the entire 8 hours I spent writing this fic. I love Bambi & oldies music, & this track just fit so well to me for some reason. I think it was also one of my first aged-up dip fics, & I hold it near & dear to my heart. (I even have this song on my dip playlist for this reason!)
rises the moon reminds me of 'Ello ol' Chap, & I was listening to this song on repeat for a while, & wrote this fic to help cope with my own grief, so it's just stuck with me.
3. What’s your favorite fic that you’ve written?
I've gotta go with Shelter In The Forge. It's a Pip & Joe centric South Park fic (though I guess you could technically read it as a Great Expectations fic if you squint, I've really just used the SP adaptations of the GE characters). It was inspired by the first SP fic I ever read, Every Storm Runs Out of Rain, & will always hold a special place in my heart. I also have this ritual that, if it's storming out, I'll read this fic! I'm not afraid of storms as I've written Pip to be, & just hearing & smelling the storm enhances the experience, I think! (Eisotrophobia just nearly holds a candle to being my favorite too, however!)
23. How do you choose where to end a chapter (if you have multi-chapter works)?
I haven't written a ton of multi-chapter fics, but looking at the few I do have, a chapter's usually ended with speaking, whether than be a monologue or a dialogue. I usually stick to single chapter fics, as they're easier for me to keep track of & post something in it's entirety. I would rather just put oneshots into a series!
(ask game found here!)
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Glad to see you finally decided on an icon! I'm really excited to interact with you on a platform where I don't have to stay anon (well, I'd still be going by 1AM lol) and where I'm not confined by Tumblr's very restrictive character limit. And actually, I lurk almost daily on other platforms (Twitter, Insta, Reddit), but I don't actually have an account because I'm mildly anxious of getting attached/addicted as I am to the platforms I DO have. Btw when does the discord invite come out? :D ~1AM
And ironically enough, I did run out of characters while talking about the limit :p It's pretty strange how we feel more energized with a certain amount of sleep, but there's that underlying tiredness that hits when you actually close your eyes, yk? I hope you can rest early today! :D ~1AM
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Yessss, it was about high time to make some definite decisions xD And the icon was the least pressing of them, so of course, I had to do that one first xD
And hell yeah! I will be hyped to be able to speak a bit more freely with you, that will be so refreshing! For now, I will also only do only a few channels with not that many fancy functions, but as it is definitely a work in progress, the server is due to grow with time and more members ;D If that server is halfway under control, who knows? A friend of mine had an idea for a self-insert/reader/oc server, so maybe I can use my newly gained experience with Discord servers there ;D
And oh man, getting mildly addicted to social media platforms is a mood -.- like a caged tiger, I return over and over to tumblr over the day to get the slight wave of serotonin every time I see a notification. It's terrible, absolutely terrible.
I don't know yet when the Discord Link will be sent out, but I most certainly will do a post on Tumblr and add the link to descriptions of some of my AO3 fics. I'm still setting up everything and trying things out, and there will be some hiccups at the start, but I really, really hope that it goes mostly smoothly from now on xD
Uuuurgh yeah -.- Sleep, my beloved. I was really confused when I didn't really feel that tired until late in the evening yesterday, even with knowing that I barely slept 4 hours last night lmao. Unfortunately, I am right now working the early shift and woke up a bit too early for my liking, but it's not that bad anymore ^^
Though, I definitely hope I learn from my mistakes and go to bed early today xD Not like yesterday, when I told myself "Just five more minutes awake" lmao ^^''
Thank you so much for your asks! Really lovely to see them :D I hope you are well!
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Phone Call Anxiety
Corpse Husband x Reader (Female)
Warnings: None
Genre: FLUFF, RPF (Real Person Fic)
Summary: When wanting to make quality merch, one needs a quality team there to produce and work on quality ideas. Great minds think alike. Great eyes see alike and great hands make alike - the three keys to the formula of creating a clothing line that will be fashionable and up to his brand. Luckily, Corpse knows just who to call.
Requested by Anon. Hi hun! Thank you so much for your wonderful request, I absolutely loved the idea! Sorry you’ve had to wait for it to be turned into a fic for so long, but I still hope you come across it and give it a read in which case I hope you enjoy it! Love, Vy ❤
He’s not a fan of phone calls. Anyone who knows him even remotely is very well informed on Corpse’s distaste for phone calls and upholding a conversation over the phone. He’d even go as far as to say talking to a person face to face is less stressful for him than that previous option.
But still, seeing as how the person he’s trying to reach lives in a different state and is rather busy all the time, arranging an IRL meeting is basically impossible at the moment, and sending her a text results in running the risk of having the text overlooked or completely lost in the sea of notifications she probably gets on the daily.
Therefore, a phone call was his only proper way of reaching her. And it’s what’s got him pacing the room with his nervousness peaking.
He doesn’t know anything about this girl, nothing concrete at least. He was referred to her by Jack who brought her up in their passing conversation when Corpse mentioned how paranoid he was regarding his upcoming merch project. He specifically stated he doesn’t want anything basic and he wants the clothes to be fashionable, suitable for anyone no matter the age or gender and to be endurable. With all the love he has for his fans, he doesn’t want to give them anything less than what they deserve - the best.
“My friend’s the person you’re looking for.“ Jack said enthusiastically and confidently, “She helped me design the latest merch line I put out and I’ve never been more satisfied with my own merch. I’m planning on offering her a position in Cloak for her birthday. Make sure not to let that one slip out if you give her a call though.“ He warned half-jokingly.
Bottom line, with that kind of intro, Corpse couldn’t help but let his interest be piqued. And so, he asked for this girl - Y/N’s contact info from Jack before he went to surf through her social media where she thankfully posted plenty of pictures of her creations, never failing to mention specifications in the caption of each picture so the viewers would get the perfect and most detailed idea of how high the standard for her work is.
And so he’s finally managed to talk himself into dialing her number that’s been sitting in his phone for weeks now. As he paces his living room, his nerves chewing him out like a dog would with a toy, listening to the ear piercing ring of the dial waiting to get picked up by the girl he’s trying to reach.
Just then, Corpse’s head turns so that his eyes meet the glowing red numbers on his digital clock on his desk and he damn near hangs up the call right away - it’s half an hour past midnight.
Fast as lightning, he removes the phone from his ear, his thumb flying over to press the red ‘end call’ button. Just then, a faint ‘hello’ reaches his ears, coming from the phone’s speaker. She’s answered the call.
He hurries to put the phone back up to his ear.
“Hey, sorry for taking so long to pick up, I ought to clean my desk eventually cause my phone was literally BURIED under a pile of papers.“ A cheerful sing-song voice rattles his stale and sleep deprived consciousness, as if awakening him from a half-dream state. “You’re either a wrong number caller or a last minute client, aren’t you? Need something done urgently?“
Corpse is taken the hell aback by her strong and downright awing first impression. Not to mention her energy at an hour unsuitable for calls. Lord knows he wouldn’t have picked up if her were in her spot.
With the intention of not wasting any more of her time than necessary, he hurries to explain his situation. “Y/N, right? Um no, I’m neither actually. I was told about you by a friend, he said you were a real miracle-doer with fashion design.” He trails off for a second, not completely sure of how to hold this conversation, “Uh, sorry for the odd timed call, I lost track of time. I’ve been meaning to call you for hours now but I...I was nervous.” He cringes the second the word leaves his lips, leaving a bitter taste in his mouth. He doesn’t know why he wants to leave her with a great, better than realistic impression of himself but he does and as of now he deems his attempts as ultimate failures.
He hears her giggle from her end, rifling through what sounds to be papers, “Yeah, I’m her. And boy is it refreshing to get someone who’s calling with an actual purpose.” She sighs as if a weight’s been lifted off her shoulders, “And don’t worry about the phone call anxiety. Makes two of us, to be honest.”
This catches him off-guard. The last thing he’d expect is for this girl to have phone call anxiety. In fact, she appears to be a natural, God-given talent at carrying conversations and upholding chit-chat with people. Maybe he’s a little too quick to judge - probably, considering he’s ‘known’ her for less than five minutes and knows nothing but her occupation, her name and the state she lives in - but that bubbly persona she greeted him with gave off the impression that it’s immune to any and all kinds of social anxiety - or anxiety in general. To hear such an honest and counter-to-assumptions confession on her part rattles him a tiny bit. In a good way though.
“How does that work for you? Isn’t your whole job depending on your phone conversational skills?“ He doesn’t mind that he didn’t phrase that too perfectly or that he straight up blurted it out. He knows he’ll be understood. She’s obviously a person who understands. Not just something specific, but everything. She simply understands. How he drew this conclusion and how accurate it is, he may not know until further notice.
“Well...“ she sighs as if genuinely looking to give him a proper answer, “You see, after doing it for so long and having been caught off guard quite a few times with some absolutely absurd orders, I’ve grown prepared of literally ANYTHING and I have a line prepared for anything the caller has to say. I just no longer let them catch me off guard and it’s fine. Helps avoid any possible awkward silences.“
Corpse’s eyebrows shoot up, her explanation only raising more questions rather than providing answers. But he’s not gonna be the annoying dumbass asking those questions at close to 1AM and bugging her. After all, if she agrees to this partnership, they’ll be hearing and potentially seeing a lot more of each other soon.
“Impressive, honestly. You’re gonna need to teach me sometime.“ He’s unaware he’s smiling until he catches his reflection in the window. However, he doesn’t bother hiding it. This conversation is actually making him feel good, serving as a reminder that he’s not the only one who periodically goes through turmoil over small things.
She giggles again, this time the sound manages to draw a blush out of him, coating his cheeks, “I’d typically stray for revealing my secrets to professional success, but I’m willing to make an exception for you...” she pauses for a second as though she’s just now remembered something, “Oh shoot, I don’t even know your name.”
He wheezes out a nervous laugh, realizing he never introduced him, “Oh yeah, sorry, that’s my bad. My name’s Corpse, nice to meet ya.”
“Nice to meet you too, Corpse.“ Y/N replies, sounding pleased but teasing simultaneously, “Now tell me, you didn’t call me about my phone call secrets, did you? What may be the real purpose of your call?“
Oh shoot, he himself almost forgot what he was calling for. Luckily, the reference designs displayed on his computer screen remind him. “Right, well, I’ve been thinking of launching a new merch line either this month or the next, depending on how long the procedure will take, and I needed someone great on my team to make some merch actually worth the money people are paying for it. And, as I said, I was told you were in that ‘someone great’ category.”
“Told by who, if you don’t mind me asking?“ She briefly cuts him off, her voice now giving away the fact that she’s half-absent-minded in this conversation, added evidence be the ruffling of more papers on her end.
“Jack. I mean, Sean. You know, Jacksepticeye.“ Corpse explains, contemplating whether he should’ve ratted Jack out like that. Hearing the sound of delight Y/N lets out eases his worries ASAP though.
“Oh Gosh, I haven’t seen that cutie in so long! He’s like a brother to me so a friend of Jack’s is a friend of min-“ this time she cuts herself off so abruptly Corpse thought the line was cut or she hung up on him. She doesn’t let him wonder for long though, “Wait, wait, wait....Merch? And you’re friends with Jack?“ She pauses for a second once again, once again not a long enough second for Corpse to speak up. “You’re a famous YouTuber, aren’t you?“
He was completely unaware of the fact Y/N hadn’t realized he was someone famous yet. In fact, he didn’t think of it because he thought it wouldn’t be a big deal to her considering she’s friends with Jack-fucking-septiceye! In his mind, his ranking is far lower than Jack’s - despite that mindset being absurd - so the last thing he expected was for her to have some sort of impressed reaction to have been talking to him on the phone this whole time. Hell, she doesn’t even know his full YouTube name or what kind of content he produces.
“WAIT!“ She shouts urgently, startling him a tiny bit, “You’re Corpse Husband, aren’t you? Oh my God, yes you are, how didn’t I put it together sooner? Ah crap, I really need more coffee for this.“
“No! No, you need more sleep.“ Corpse hurries to correct her but is very clearly ignored or overlapped with the many sounds that are coming from her end, “What are you doing?“
“You’re getting the first rough sketch of a design by tomorrow morning.“ She says, taking a sip of whatever beverage she’s acquired for the purpose of keeping her awake, “You go ahead and get some sleep, I know exactly what I’m doing. Don’t worry about it.“
“I’m not worried about the design.“ He hurries to say before she, God forbid, hangs up on him, “It’s 1AM, woman, you need sleep! I don’t need those designs done by tomorrow. Hell, I don’t even need them this week!“
“You don’t, but I do.“ Y/N says, sounding almost breathless because of what seems to be overwhelming excitement, “You don’t get it - I’m designing merch for Corpse fucking Husband! You have any idea how crazy that is?“
“I personally would say it’s underwhelming. I mean, I’m no Pewdiepie, after all.“ He says, now sat at his desk with his free hand rubbing his temple as he stares at the designs he’s pulled up on his screen, ones he probably won’t need given that he’s now working with a professional.
“Oh, shut it.“ She chuckles, “Shut it and get some sleep, ok? I’ll talk to you in the morning.“
“Noooo...“ He leisurely stretches the word, “Tell me, Y/N, do you have Discord?” She clicks her tongue instantly, giving him a signal that the question he’s asked is bordering into the territory of ridiculous. He playfully rolls his eyes, “Alright then, lemme find you. If we’re partnering up on this, we’re both staying up.”
“You know you can just straight up tell me you don’t fully trust me with this? Like, I won’t be offended, I get it.“ She murmurs in-thought, the sound of clicking evident on her end.
“You know you can just straight up tell me you don’t want me bothering you and want me to leave you alone?“ He mimics her statement, smirking to himself as he pulls up Discord, knowing he’s already won.
She huffs and tells him her Discord info, quickly adding a small comment, “...but only because great minds think alike. I know we’ll be getting along on this design pretty nicely.”
“Yeah, yeah, right, sure, whatever you say.“ He laughs, “Accept my friend request and let’s drop this phone call.“
“Hey! - um, before we do that, I just wanna say a quick thank you.“ Y/N murmurs quietly, as if half-hoping he doesn’t hear her.
“For what?“ Corpse asks, his brows furrowing, unsure if they’re on the same page about this gratitude.
“For never once triggering my phone call anxiety.“ She admits, “I mean, I know I said I have lines prepared for every conversation scenario possible, but you totally caught me off-guard.“ She giggles a tiny bit, now sounding dangerously close to nervous, “But, not in a bad way, if that makes sense. Sorry if it doesn’t, I need more coffee.“
“No, no, it does!“ He hurries to reassure her, “It really does. And thank you too. Thank you for, you know, tolerating my BS at this hour. God knows I would’ve ignored your call if our roles were reversed.“
He hears her scoff and can’t help but laugh, “Huh ok, I see.“ She says, sounding greatly triggered and mock-pissed at his confession, “I’ll make sure to think of that next time you call me after midnight. Or at all, ever.“
Laughing his butt off, the only thing Corpse can think of in this moment is:
Damn, this girl and I are gonna get along
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Weekly Bulletin: July 31 and beyond!
Thank you so much to everyone who has participated in this year’s Inceptiversary! We hope you all had as much fun as we did!
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