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emsdevs · 2 days ago

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Jack, Do You Think About Me?

a/n: this has been a thought in my head since this song came out! here's a little jack x famous singer!reader inspired by noah by megan moroney. enjoy :)

You and Jack had gotten together the summer after you both turned seventeen. Your relationship was good, but good wasn’t always enough. You’d skip class together, riding around in his car, blasting “Record Year” by Eric Church. You were completely his, but he didn’t belong to you, not really. When he got drafted, he made the decision that your relationship should end, so you both decided to live out your last summer together before ultimately calling it quits the day before he got on a plane to New Jersey.

Now, it had been years since you had seen him. You checked on him every once in a while, through the internet or mutual friends. You wanted the best for him, and he’d always own a piece of your heart. You couldn’t let him have all of it anymore though. You had met a nice guy, just a couple of years older than you, at your job. You were fresh out of college and quite nervous, but he had helped you settle in. Before long, you and the guy, Liam, had realized there was a spark between the two of you. He asked you out, and a few nights later you found yourself on a dinner date with him. Liam was great, but somewhere in the back of your mind, you knew he wasn’t Jack.

Not long after you and Liam officially got together, you decided to pursue your dreams and started uploading covers and your own songs to YouTube. After just a couple of months, you had gotten discovered and signed a deal with a record label. Liam was right there with you, supporting you through it all, but you couldn’t help but think about when Jack would tell you he’d never heard a voice more beautiful than yours. Now you’re touring, and it’s affecting your relationship with Liam.

“I never see you anymore. I just… I thought I could handle this, but I need someone who can be here. I can’t settle down with a girl who lives on a tour bus,” Liam seemed exhausted, and you were tired of arguing with him, especially after that last comment.

“Fine, you can find your way to the airport I assume, then?”

“Yeah. I’ll get outta your hair.”

That night, after your tears dried up, you did what you did best, write. Just hours later, you were looking at a song called “Break It Right Back” that summed up how you were feeling about your entire relationship. When your band met with you to practice the next day, you threw it into the mix with some of your other unreleased songs, letting them get a feel for how you pictured the melody sounding. You’d be performing in Buffalo, New York later that night, and you planned to debut it as a surprise song on the setlist. It would likely stay for the next few shows, just until you got all the feelings out.

Four nights later, you were playing Madison Square Garden, but unbeknownst to you, a certain boy you used to consider a brother dragged your ex and half of their hockey team to the VIP section of your show. You had made it to the halfway point, walking around the stage and interacting with fans. That’s when you see him, Jack Hughes, the boy you had never really gotten over. You locked eyes with him (the VIP section was rather close to the stage at your shows), and everything came rushing back. You continued on with the show, trying to play it off and act like you were fine, but all of that changed when it was time to play the surprise song. Originally, like in the past three shows, you were planning to play “Break It Right Back”, but something stopped you. You could feel his eyes on you, and you knew you had to try one last time. You stopped your band and began to give the audience a little speech.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I just… We were supposed to play “Break It Right Back” right now, but I feel like I should perform another song for you guys. I uhh… I wrote this song a while back. It’s about an ex of mine. We were um… we were together for about a year in high school, but our lives led us in different directions. So yeah, um… this one’s called “Noah”, and yes, I changed the guy’s name. So no one go searching for someone named Noah that you think I dated because I didn’t,” you tried to joke a little at the end, attempting to calm your nerves. Your band knew the song and started playing it perfectly. You couldn’t look anywhere near Jack, terrified of what his reaction might be. Soon, you were at the bridge, and your eyes were briefly drawn to his before you started singing, “It’s more problematic than it is innocent and sweet. You’re more like a secret I wish I didn’t have to keep, and I bet by now you’ve found somebody new. I did too, but when I lie down next to him sometimes I’d rather it be with you.”

You finished the song, still not daring to glance Jack’s way, and then you reveled in the cheers from the audience, who had clearly enjoyed you performing a never-before-heard song.

Once the show was finished, you went back to your dressing room after sharing a hug with your band and vocalists. You took a breath, letting yourself calm down from the adrenaline rush you still get from performing. A moment later, you hear a knock on the door. Assuming it’s your manager, you tell them to come in, but you’re shocked to see a gaggle of hockey players huddled in the doorway. The two in the front stand out the most to you though. You’d be able to recognize a Hughes brother anywhere, and now there were two right in front of you. Luke decides he’s done wasting time, quickly moving forward and engulfing you in a hug. All of the boys, even the ones you had never met, gave you their congratulations and told you how much they enjoyed the show. It wasn’t long before Luke was coming up with an excuse to usher everyone but Jack out of the room, hoping you two could work things out.

“You did great out there,” Jack started the conversation.

“Thanks. I guess I have to come watch you play hockey now, huh?” you chuckle, trying to diffuse the tension.

“Did you write that song about me?” Jack cut to the chase, tired of dancing around the subject.

“Jack- I… If it bothers you, I won’t release it, and I’ll never perform it again. I just needed to let you know how I felt when I saw you in the audience.”

“It doesn’t bother me, I swear. It makes me happy. I think about you a lot. Honestly, I don’t know that I ever got over you, and the biggest mistake of my life was not even trying to make the distance work with you.”

“Hey, it’s okay. We both needed to grow on our own. Look at where we both are, living our dreams. If we didn’t break up, I probably wouldn’t be here, and your game is so good right now! Please don’t feel bad,” you tried to reassure him.

“Do you uhh… Do you think we could try again? I mean- I know you’re on tour right now, and I’m just on a short break before games start back again. But I need you around again. I really think we could make it work this time.”

“I think we could make it work too, J. How about we start out slow okay? Get to know each other again?”

“I can work with that,” Jack breathed out a sigh of relief, wrapping you in a hug. Both of you were happy to be revisiting something that made you both so happy. You didn’t know if Jack would be your forever, but you’re content to work together with him to see if he would be. At least now you could think about him without feeling guilty.

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realtapiocafan · 2 days ago

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hiiiiiii i was reading your tags from the fic snippet and learned something new in that i did not Know ja’marr moved to dallas omgg 😀 can u provide some more info on this ✍🏿✍🏿✍🏿

Ofc! (This is long)

So from what I gather, after opting out, Ja'Marr went back home (Harvey, Louisiana - close to NOLA) until about November, when he moved to Dallas to get ready for the draft. In the Najee-Jaylen-Ja'Marr house thing they did (which includes what Pro Day was like post-COVID and has some other videos about the draft itself), Ja'Marr says himself that he hasn't actually been at the LSU campus ever since he opted out. (Also if you look at his twitter, he was live-tweeting LSU games lol).

Everything else below are articles mentioning Ja'Marr going to Dallas, as well as some other information regarding COVID-era Ja'Marr, sprinkled with my own little comments in between 🙂

So first off, the Dallas thing is specifically mentioned in this article by the Advocate (I'm going to include the necessary paragraphs bc some of these are paywalled smh)

There were more uncertain times, too. Chase opted out of the 2020 season during preseason camp last year, a time in which the pandemic was surging and there was tension in the football operations building after a mishandled team meeting regarding the team's player-led march amid national protests against police brutality. Chase told reporters at LSU's Pro Day that his decision to leave was because "I had a lot of stuff going on with my family at the time." Chase dedicated his time toward becoming a professional. From November until March, he lived and worked out at the EXOS training facility in Dallas. After almost a year out of public sight, he coolly ran a 4.38-second 40-yard dash at pro day — an impressive enough time that Jimmy said coaches and trainers told Ja'Marr he could shut it down. "I came here to put on a show," Ja'Marr told them, then proceeded to run routes and individual drills.

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The Athletic (which i honestly trust more) goes more into detail into Ja'Marr's exact location. Apparently, Ja'Marr moved from Baton Rouge back home (it sounds like it was about September). Then in November, he went to Dallas. This article also includes some more information on Ja'Marr's experience in quarantine. That quote by Ja'Marr's dad really opened my eyes, because Ja'Marr was never really alone before this. He was always part of a team, always surrounded by people until... well, he wasn't. (Also now that I think about it, Ja'Marr did say he started watching tape because of Joe and apparently spent most of this year -which was away from Joe- watching tape... maybe it reminded him of Joe 👀)

Ja’Marr stayed in Baton Rouge initially after opting out in August. He remained close with his teammates, especially the receiving corps at first. But once the season cranked up, Ja’Marr moved back home, feeling a sense of isolation without football... “We kept him close to home. We noticed that he was struggling a little bit. Life without football. Life without a team. His whole life changed. It was his first time not playing sports since he was a young kid. Gamedays were the hardest day.” One thing jumped out to Jimmy as they watched games together, though. He never fully grasped his son’s football IQ. “We watched the games with him,” Jimmy said. “He would call the plays before the snap was gone. And he would say how Terrace (Marshall) needs to do this because the defense is about to do this. And Racey (McMath) needs to do this so he needs to watch out for this. He’d call the play and I was like, ‘Damn!’ It would happen just like he said. So sitting out actually helped in that sense. He never really watched football. He was always playing. Now all he could do was watch it. He told me and I saw how much it helped him.” Watching games with Ja’Marr, his parents sensed his pent-up energy. He was healthy, but he wasn’t playing. The energy fed right into Ja’Marr’s passion for working out. He’d run to the gym often after games to let that energy free. The regimented workout routine really kicked up about six months ago. “He’s been at EXOS (A Dallas-based training facility) since November,” Jimmy said. “They had an opt-out session group that started out where they would work out three days a week. So he started out there at the end of October or early November. That lasted until the end of December. Then in January, he started getting into the more combine workouts. He’s been working hard and getting stronger. That’s really the only thing that’s been keeping him sane is working. That’s all he could do.”

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This Sports Illustrated article further confirms he was in Dallas for at least part of 2020-2021. It also adds that Ja'Marr was so pent-up that he apparently wanted to opt back in (probably bothered by LSU being kinda shit that year -that third game, LSU lost 45-41 💀).

He spent the off-year training in Dallas, studying film and watching his former college teammates struggle through to a 5-5 COVID-impacted 2020 season. What many don’t know, his dad says, is Chase nearly returned to LSU midseason. “People don’t realize how close he was to coming back,” Jimmy says. “After the third game, he was watching and jumped off the sofa after they lost. He said ‘I’m about to opt back in!’ It was killing him.” The family seriously explored whether Chase would have been eligible to return (Jimmy says Ja’Marr would have) and spoke to coaches at length about his reinstatement. In the end, Ja’Marr remained on the sidelines.

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This Washington Post article also goes more into depth about the impact COVID had on Ja'Marr's family and what went into the decision to opt-out (Ja'Marr apparently has a hole in his heart which SHOCKED me the first time I read it) (It also goes the most in depth into Ja'Marr's aghast reaction at Les Miles saying he should be a DB and why Ja'Marr didn't want to commit to LSU at first)

But that March, Jimmy Chase says, their family began suffering from flu-like symptoms, and older son Jimmy Jr. and Toleah would be hospitalized with what they later learned was covid-19. “I was like: Shake it off, man,” Jimmy Chase Sr. says. “I can’t die now.” During a most unpredictable spring, when the coronavirus pandemic paused sports and shut down the world, the Chase family survived but eventually learned about “long covid” and the heart and respiratory problems some patients reported. Jimmy Chase says his son’s heart problem has healed, but it remained a frightening preexisting condition and again placed the father and son on opposite sides of a tense debate.

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Last thing, if you were wondering about the team meeting in the first article, here's what information i found. Again, I don't know how reliable The Advocate actually is and unlike the article above, this is literally the only source I found that mentions this. I don't recall Ja'Marr or any other LSU players saying anything remotely negative about Orgeron - most of them say he was a great coach!

(At the same time, an old white guy giving ... maybe not racist, but tone-deaf advice to a bunch of college-aged black men, in the height of Black Lives Matter -it's not out of the question.)

Multiple sources told The Advocate that team morale turned south before the season even began, when a large group of players felt Orgeron mishandled a team meeting regarding the team's player-led march in August amid national protests against police brutality. The players skipped practice that day, met outside Tiger Stadium and marched to the university president's office without Orgeron, who later told reporters he didn't know about the protest before it happened. Orgeron met up with the players at the president's office and took part in a meeting that lasted about an hour. He later told reporters he and the players talked "about the things they're going through and how we can be a part of the solution." Privately, the meeting did not come off as productive as described. Orgeron and some players were upset during the meeting, multiple sources said, and while some players said the situation could've been handled better by all sides, other players left feeling Orgeron wasn't supportive. Three days after the meeting, star wide receiver Ja'Marr Chase announced he was opting out of the season, joining starting nickel safety Kary Vincent in preparing for the NFL draft. By the end of the week, starting nose tackle Tyler Shelvin opted out as well.

#let me know if one of the links don't work or if you have any questions #i think the third and fourth article aren't paywalled but whatever i included the quotes anyways #ja'marr chase #i probably included more sources than needed. whatever ig.#i do love research <3 #covid-era ja'marr really gives me all the feels tho #🥺 all alone and forced to just WATCH lsu AND joe suffer (to a lesser extent justin)...#my personal headcanon regarding dallas (not backed by any articles btw): ceedee got drafted to the cowboys in 2020 #so ja'marr heard about the training camp from ceedee (who's also from louisiana and was also probably feeling a little alone in the nfl)#(ceedee played against lsu in the 2019 peach bowl (semifinal) so that's how ja'marr knew ceedee)#sorry for taking a while btw!#i hope i answered your question!#covid era ja'marr #anyone: feel free to use any info provided and ask if you have questions about the sources #articles #lsu era ja'marr #information #my asks

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korshrimpski · 14 hours ago

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I’ve been waiting for this >:) anyways:

Transcript:

SLIDE 1: the kingdom is being rebuilt. (In smaller text): a 2024-25 devils primer / for bandwagon fans, new fans, and anyone who wants to know more about this team / by @stereax

SLIDE 2: what was the kingdom and how did it fall? a devils history lesson (brief)

founded in 1974 in Kansas City as the Kansas City Scouts

moved to Denver in 1976, became the Colorado Rockies

Then yeeted themselves out east in 1982 and became your New Jersey Devils

objectively in the top 5 team names and logos in the league

sucked HARD for the first like 20 years of the franchise's existence

then enter Martin Brodeur

THE best goaltender in history (sorry Hasek and Roy)

With Marty in net, the Devils could play a very defensive game known as "the trap"

(this is why the Devils don't have very strong scoring records fyi)

And this got us to 3 Cups (1995, 2000, 2003) + 2 Finals (2001, 2012)

And five players' numbers were retired from that era (Daneyko 3, Stevens 4, Elias 26, Niedermayer 27, Brodeur 30)

After 2012 the team kind of imploded and entered its rebuild era & the rebuild looked like it was over in 2018

Taylor Hall had his Hart season and dragged the team to the playoffs.

ahahaha... it was NOT over. took us five more years.

We finally made the playoffs again in 2022-23 and beat the Rangers in 7!!!

(before losing to the Canes in 5)

And we set a bunch of franchise records on the way to the playoffs

(52 wins, 112 points, 13-game win streak, J.Hughes with 99 points...)

Last season. um. you know the saying "what can go wrong will go wrong?" yeah. everyone died.

But this year we got a ton of new pieces AND we're finally healthy again!

so our Cup window is for all intents and purposes opening now. buckle in we've got at least five good years of this

If not more

SLIDE 2: the rivals

the Devils have two "main" rivals - these are the Rangers and the Flyers

the Flyers rivalry was mainly in the 2000s when both teams were good

then we were bad. and now they're bad. so it's not really that intense anymore

but the Rangers rivalry is eternal

as a general rule, if your rivalry ended up on Seinfeld you're doing something right

The Devils/Rangers rivalry is a microcosm of the NJ/NY rivalry

essentially New Yorkers often consider New Jerseyans somehow inferior & see: "garbage heap", "Armpit of America", Jersey Shore (the TV series)

Meanwhile, New Jerseyans think New Yorkers should just get the fuck out if they hate Jersey so much & see: Ellis and Liberty Island sovereignty disputes, the idea of firing shots to keep the rent down

But there's also hockey reasons for the rivalry

The Rangers won the Cup in 1994 after beating the Devils in a seven-game series from hell

The Devils said fuck that and won the Cup in 1995 in retaliation & and then twice more in 2000 and 2003

And since then the Hudson River Rivalry has never gone away & especially now with the (manufactured) Hughes and Kakko/Lafreniere top draft pick thing

Plus the 22-23 playoff victory which broke a good number of Rangers fans and got their coach canned

and their rinks (Prudential Center/The Rock and Madison Square Garden/MSG) are also 10 miles (16km) away from each other

Which means every single Devils/Rangers game at the Rock is inundated with blueshirts and it is ANNOYING AS HELL

hell, there's even a joke that the Devils would gladly go 4-78 if the 4 wins were versus the Rangers

oh, also the Devils and Canes are sparking up a distaste for each other

Fueled by the recent playoff series and Erik Haula's existence

More on Haula later though, ON TO THE TEAM!!!

FORWARDS:

SLIDE 3: the Swisses and Newfie

Timo Meier (timo time) #28: Swiss

played last year on enough injuries that I think it would be easier to say what WASN'T broken

Former shark and YOU CAN TELL BY THAT FACE & traded to New Jersey in

That One Trade with 13(!) different pieces involved

power forward who's able to drive his own line but works very well with Nico

it's always Timo Time inJersey

Nico Hischier #13 // C: Swiss

THE best captain in the league bar none

Sorry if you disagree you are simply Wrong

Selke-level two-way forward who said fuck on national TV

A concerning amount of his personality is simply: Being Swiss

That being said he is also very pretty so we excuse it

EVERYONE on the team would die for him.

Dawson Mercer (Mercdawg) #91: Newfound land

"he's on the third line now" NOT IN MY HEART HE ISN'T FUCK YOU

Newfie starboy!!!

Resident ironman, has not missed a game since he started playing in the NHL

Usually plays RW but sometimes plays C in a pinch

giggly smiley sunshine boy

constantly referred to as a dog by everyone, even the Devils social media admin

SLIDE 4: [one [eight] [six] three]

Ondřej Palát (Pally) #18 // A: Czechian

#1 victim of "overpaid" Twitter takes

to be fair he is overpaid

a significant part of it is Cup Tax for winning two Cups with the Lightning tho

at least he's not a leg weight anymore and he is pulling his own?

apparently his wife's recent pregnancy had their newborn daughter in the NCIU for like, seven weeks

They’re okay!! But scary

Jack Hughes (J’Accuse) #86 // A: American

now with a bionic shoulder!

yes, this is the Jack Hughes whose signature fangirls are getting tattooed onto themselves

walking quote machine, not because he hates the media, but because he really hates dumb questions

Can single-handedly win you a game with his skill

Or lose it by trying too hard

Jesper Bratt (Bratter) #63: Swedish

sixth round draft pick turned possible 100 point scorer this season

the guy who the JBITBPITNHL meme is about

(that's Jesper Bratt is the Best Player in the NHL)

one of only two players on the roster who remembers the Hall Hart season, Nico being the other - he and Nico are very close!

(Noesen too, but he left so….)

SLIDE 5: old man emporium

Tomáš Tatar (tuna) #90: Slovakian

used to be a Devil and on a line with Nico and Dawson two years ago

he spent last year in Colorado and Seattle & and apparently was not too pleased about that

but now he's back home! and he IS pleased about that!

is he GOOD anymore?good question!

not really. but we love him anyways.

Eric Haula (Haulzy) #56: Finnish

used to be. um. well he didn't ever stop being a Devil

used to be Jack's emotional support faceoff-taking winger

now he's the third-line center on the team and he's been solid in that role while being elevated when needed

goes through periods of forgetting how to hit the back of the net. You get used to it.

Stefan Noesen #11: American

used to be a Devil in the Taylor Hall Hart Year

has brought down the hairlines/60 of this roster significantly

gets to the net and screens and so he scores a lot

also being used on PP1 right now to stand in front of the goalie and screen

He’s having a career year in goals so that’s always fun!!

SLIDE 6: meat n mitts

Paul Cotter (dj pauly c) #47: American

acquired in a trade with Vegas (for Holtzy and Schmiddy beloveds, but alas!)

wore 43 with Vegas but switched to 47 because of Luke Hughes

famous Lover of Goalies started the season red hot, was close to a goal per game at some point

has cooled off since then but is still very beloved

pretended to be a DJ on camera once

Cutis Lazar #42: Canadian

might be the emotional core of the Devils' fanbase

BIG vibes guy, always cracking jokes with media

loves to tease Luke Hughes about anything and everything

the guy who ate that hamburger off the ice that one time

Also came up with the "Meat and Mitts" line name

Yeah they’re all such characters

Nate Bastian (Bass) #14: Canadian

People who hate Nate Bastian hate hockey

THE emotional support fourth liner

you know how there's always a boybestfriend soulbond on a team?

he used to have one of those with former linemate Michael McLeod

(we don't talk about Michael McLeod)

Bass is wonderful though we love him very much

DEFENDERS:

SLIDE 7: man and machine

Brenden Dillon #5: Canadian

apparently he is a Sponge (blocks many shots)

he is also very Punchy (fights many opponents)

generally has a high physical presence as opposed to Douglas who has zero

this is the d-pair where Everything Happens

as opposed to the other two Where Nothing Happens

if a goal is being scored on either side of the ice these two are probably on it

Dougie Hamilton #7: Canadian

admin!!!

um he kinda died last year (pectoral injury in game 20 that kept him out for the whole year) but he's back!!! and we are so very happy

you will know the "piss missile" when you see it

(it's an insanely powerful slapshot from the blueline)

powerplay quarterback

is very tall and almost never uses that fact unless it's for hugging his teammates

SLIDE 8: in the deep end

Jonas Siegenthaler (siegs) #71: Swiss

like Timo, he was serially dead last year

was a very good defensive defenseman before last year

is a very good defensive defenseman this year too!

as in, he and Kovy are genuinely one of the best shutdown defense pairs in the league good

diversity win, he’s half Thai!

and started an ice hockey camp in Thailand!

Jonathan Kovacevi (Honda Civic) #8: Canadian

we got him from Montreal for a fourth-round pick

seriously their GM called ours and went "hey you want this dude we have no room for him anymore"

and um. looking at the Habs' defense they probably could have used him.

that's okay we get to cherish him now!!!

insanely good shutdown defenseman with Siegs

SLIDE 9: injured reserve buddies

Luke Hughes (rusty) #43: American

yes he is related to Jack (Luke is the youngest)

scored his first NHL goal on a wraparound in overtime in the last game of the 22-23 season

Luke's a very good offensive defenseman and the likely heir to the powerplay

the Hugheses are like, literally hockey royalty

they either know your favorite player or know someone who knows your favorite player

Brett Pesce #22: American

Luke's IR buddy

continues a trend of former Canes players coming to the Devils (Noesen, Dougie, Haula)

also continues trend of fish-themed players

very good shutdown defenseman who allows Luke the freedom to play very offensively

or a passenger getting carried by Luke depending on which stat sites you

SLIDE 10: the children

Seamus Casey (shea) #24: Canadian

"he's in the AHL" okay have you considered not hurting my feelings

littlest pet shop boy (he's like 5'9" or 5'10")

UMich teammate of Luke

insanely talented powerplay quarterback and solid on defense

currently in the A for seasoning because Too Many Defensemen + conditioning concerns

Fitz if you trade him... it’s really nice out there actually

Šimon Nemec (nemo) #17: Slovakian

so remember when I said Dougie died last season

and remember when last year I said I wanted Nemo to play in the NHL

...yeah. About That.

he did so very well (though he was thrown into theFIRE) and now he's. in Utica again whoops

Also the team had to buy him glasses because he couldn't see for SHIT and thought it was normal

SCRATCHES/EXTRAS

SLIDE 11: extras extras read all about ‘em

Kurtis MacDermid (Dermy) #23: Canadian

he can be a forward or a defenseman and is terrible at both

but he is a Cup Winner! (with the Avalanche)

Do you remember that video of the guy with the Cup falling backwards onto the floor in the club?

yes. that's Dermy.

So his job is basically to beat up Matt Rempe

and we signed him for three to do that. Idk either.

Justin Dowling #37: Canadian

he plays center & that's just about

everything I know about him

He should be in the AHL but since our bottom six centers keep dying he's with us

serviceable!

a journeyman!

Played with the Airdrie Xtreme as a kid

& this is not important but the name is great

Santeri Hatakka #82: Finnish

came as a bonus piece in the Timo Meier trade but he is. really very solid

Hattsy season MANY have been saying (I am the only one who says this

out with a shoulder injury and probably won't be in the NHL this year unless our entire d-corps dies [KNOCKING ON WOOD AGGRESSIVELY]

but he's here because I love him <3

GOALIES

SLIDE 12: we have goalies now

Jacob Markström (Marky) #25: Swedish

he has FINALLY been rescued from Calgary!

seriously those negotiations feel like they took a year though

he has a severe case of Goalie Eyes that stare into the void

and is literally COVERED with tattoos

but he is an Actually Good Goaltender and lord knows we needed one of those

Jake Allen #34: Canadian

we got him from Montreal at the trade deadline last year (Jakes from Canada...)

Has helped to stabilize our net considerably

...when he's not letting in shots from so far in the neutral zone they shouldn't legally be considered shots on goal

this is about the Tampa game

go and watch it I promise it's really funny

STAFF

SLIDE 13: hi look at our coach and gm

Head coach Sheldon Keefe

somehow he is only 44.

Toronto ages a man.

got fired by Toronto last year for not being able to drag a terribly constructed roster deep into the playoffs

now he's with us! where he has an actual defense to work with!

doesn't like to line blend but when he does oh BOY does he line blend

first line Bastian anyone?

General Manager Tom Fitzgerald

the king of trades involving a third-round pick for some reason

used to be assistant GM in Pittsburgh before coming to New Jersey

won a Cup with the Penguins in 2009 as director of player development

Has pushed our roster from solid to possible cup contenders

Let's see what he does this trade deadline!

SLIDE 14: we played in the stadium series last year!! We won the stadium series last year

SLIDE 15: everyone on this team is in love with each other

SLIDE 16: raise hell <3 (if you have any questions drop @stereax an ask!)

likes and reblogs highly appreciated here!!! spent a ton of time on this, hope it shows!

let's go devils!!!

#new jersey devils #i did this on my iPhone btw i hope you like it because it was a pain in my ass #no photo id i am very sorry i was not willing enough to id the people i didnt know

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imclou · 23 days ago

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can't believe fnaf brought me out of art hibernation man what a turn of events

#my art #clou's art summary #dca fandom #fnaf security breach #art summary 2024 #ayo rant in the tags #like everyone else on this planet my 2024 was tough haha #but it was really good artwise #ngl going back to drawing and being unapologetic about it irl was liberating #fr i met some real irl grinches since going to uni #the kind that make you feel bad about liking stuff other than work #i sorta felt ashamed at first and toned it down to focus solely on work #the fnaf dca worms were too strong though lmao #ngl this fandom is awesome #like #last time i checked what was going on in the arcane fandom and this place is a straight up warzone #also it turns out people work a lot better when they're happy how bizarre #no but really this fandom gave me a good deal of confidence in general :D #like YEA i love robots they're so cool how could anyone not like them #YEA i watch arcane every weekend even though i have mixed feelings about s2 it's a literal work of art #though some irl peps used to make me feel bad about enjoying stuff now whenever i meet one i feel sorry for them instead #especially when you ask them about THEIR hobbies instead and they answer 'idk tiktok?' like bruh #hey you #yeah you #if you're reading this don't feel ashamed of your interests #it's not worth it fr #go crazy have fun #draw that character you like #make a playlist for them #draft that fic you were thinking about

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lilybug-02 · 1 year ago

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Wow. That could not have turned out worse.

Part 23 || First || Previous || Next

--Full Series--

This comic will be on Holiday Hiatus this December and January! While on a cliffhanger? What a scam! >:/

#Chara finally realizes something is wrong....very wrong #And you get to see little Chara for all of 2 drawings. wow. You guys are so spoiled uwu #Asriel and Chara bbfs #finally out of that darn tootin' Darkworld! WE'VE BEEN THERE FOR 2 YEARS!!!#LORE TIME LORE TIME. I know Chara is very vague about it but player-human relationships are very personal.#it can be hard to talk about them if you've been possessed yourself. especially with some stigmas around it #chara just wanted a glass of water. why you gotta do this to em #I am so so so happy to get here #the full excitement has faded since I first thought up this scene but It's still one hell of an accomplishment #YOU GUYS HAVE NO IDEA how many times I reworked this and how many rough drafts I've thrown out the window because of it.#tbh. I may post the 10+ rough pages that will never see the light of day #Im glad I didnt go through with that scrapped plot bc It was too many unneeded pages. I've learned to start condensing in a better way #I am also planning on showing off my Patreon soon :) so I'll be posting complete scrapped story lines over there #deltarune chara timeline #deltarune #utdr #deltarune chara timeline comic #art #my art #bread #chara #asriel #saloon darkworld #darkworld #deltarune au #college chara #college asriel

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marvey-sideblog · 4 months ago

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"And it just happened to be empty?" "Something like that."

Suits 4x8 "Exposure" Mike returns to Pearson Specter and gets Harvey's old office.

#marvey #mike ross #harvey specter #suits #suits usa #suits tv #just! going a bit mad about this specific point in time. because. there's a window here where they actually could have become something.#the investment banking era (my beloved) put them as equals. and had such open flirtatiousness. and love and respect.#and then rachel completely fucked up and mike! was done with the relationship! and rightly so!#and then here mike is. playful flirty starry heart eyes to harvey. and harvey's besotted /of course/. can't help but say something genuine.#and mike's basking in it! not a word to say. just smiling up at him. eyes flick over him.#they feel the same!!! boys you have butterflies for each other.#god what could have developed from this perfect moment in time if mike hadn't taken rachel back #(no donna that was not ''FoR MiKe'')#... gonna make these tags messier now bc I kept watching with this sat in drafts lmao BUT #especially feeling this now since on 4x10. thee Iconic ''he's twice the man that I am'' AND it's not even JUST that in this ep. like.#harvey is full-on No.1 mike ross cheerleader. defender. lover. he's chest-burstingly in love with this man. and mike is seeing it!#and he doesn't even see the half of it! but he's already taken back rachel and they're missing their perfect window in time </3 #still going on DATES though. where they flirt and play and disguise their compliments and admiration of each other through teasing. ok!#mike baby the love between you will only get stronger. till you can't ignore it. and run from it. and run back to it.#coulda had him!!!! coulda had him in season 4!

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zivazivc · 8 months ago

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when you pass a payphone and you decide to stop and call your brother to ask what's up, and you learn that in the couple of weeks since you've last heard from him you've become an uncle

[insert image of les sitting on the ground in front of the payphone after putting down the handset, bawling like a baby]

#this has been in my drafts for a few days but the baby asks made me wanna share #the baby got a redesign because the mom's design is finished and ready for launch #and yes the mom's name is gleena and i love her #trolls #dreamworks trolls #ex bandmates #trolls oc #hed #les #hazel #my art #i headcanon it's not uncommon for troll babies to remain nameless for a short period of time especially if they were quick in hatching #also i don't know if i like the headcanon that trolls have phones but i do love the thought of pay phones in the middle of a forest sgfdhhf #so now i guess only rock and funk trolls have phones but they're only stationary phones and very rare and expensive #which means les doesn't have one since he lives in a van #so he has to use a payphone #or send a letter

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zylphiacrowley · 26 days ago

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A Heart to Heart

#Final Fantasy XIV #FFXIV #WoL x Erenville #X'vahl Tia #Erenvahl #huge chunks of dialogue my beloathed...#Lamaty'i like: Maybe I leave out the part where I thought I was going to die......... :3 #This might seem like it didn't take very long for me to draft #but in truth it has been sitting in limbo just as long as the one I posted yesterday was #I just didn't want to post a rehash of MSQ with nothing to follow it for another month #so I forced myself to try to get these both out around the same time.#Anyway I suffer when I have to write this much dialogue #especially for a character I don't know as well #but it's good practice at least.#and while these are all supposed to center on Erenvahl #I wanted to get an outside perspective and Lamaty'i's is very important.#Honestly that short story couldn't have come at a better time #Anyway... there's gonna be a bit of a time skip between this and the next one probably #but just imagine that Erenville's trauma cutscene when he finds out about his mom happens between this and the next one #I'm not going to add that scene since it literally happens exactly how it happened in game #a part of me thinks I should for pacing but I'm not going to.

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le-chevalier-au-lion · 8 days ago

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le dragon rouge: rosquez [e]

“Grandmother,” Valentino drawls out. Marc’s fangs gleam, wicked—he can’t stop staring. They’re smaller than he had imagined. Sharper, very white. “What big teeth you have got.”

Marc lets out a snort. Doesn’t smile and doesn’t blink either. “All the better to eat you with.”

It’s—disquieting. It is also disquieting when he does it in press conferences, or when he’s listening hard to whatever bullshit Valentino is saying, but nothing softens the blow here. Marc’s attention falls over him intensely, scrapes along his nerves.

Hungry—which happens to be the crux of their current issue.

Valentino is thinking about it—Little Red Riding Hood. Being eaten. Same difference. Marc’s mouth is close, is the thing, and bitten pink. Almost pretty enough to distract him from what it hides, how his voice comes out lisped through his teeth.

It sounds a bit goofy, except everything Valentino can see is how ashen his face looks, the marble motionless of his posture.

He’s acutely, unfortunately aware of his heartbeat on his jugular, also.

Valentino is not surprised by anything that has happened thus far. It was right there on his files— MÁRQUEZ, Marc: vampire, 21 years old . So no, not surprised.

And he caught Marc feeding, once. On a fucking club bathroom, a girl in a mini green dress pressed between him and the grimy wall. She was screaming, but no, not that away. Less like she had teeth on her throat draining her dry, more like she had a couple of fingers in her cunt.

So sue him, he is a little curious.

“Valentino,” Marc says, doing a terrible job of trying to look steady with his huge, liquid eyes and the pinched tight press of his lips, like he’s salivating and wants to hide it. “Are you—ok?”

“Yep,” he pops the p obnoxiously. Makes himself grin. “Come on, food is getting cold.”

“Hmm—okay.”

It doesn’t sound very certain. Valentino is pretty sure he should be offended.

Marc bends down to hover over him anyway, pressing Valentino against the bed, chest on chest, worse than chains. His thighs had been cold, braced around his hips, but he’s fucking freezing —like metal left out in the winter. He can feel the hair on his standing on end. His little flinch, trapped under him.

It’s June in Spain, he shouldn’t burn like ice. It makes no sense.

The cold is better than looking at Marc, though. Easier. Kid’s—whatever, a predator species, something bad and wicked, but he doesn’t usually look like that. Doesn’t usually look like much of anything unless he’s up on a bike and taking them all for idiots.

And he’s terribly sweet for Valentino too.

He isn’t sweet in this bed. Eyes too dark, with an inorganic, lifeless glint to them. Body too still, never fidgeting, every move deliberate, seamless.

Valentino had read about it once—uncanny valley. That there had to be a reason for humans to be afraid of things that look like them but aren’t them.

Marc’s nose brushes against the hollow of his throat. Valentino swallows around nothing—mouth dry and sour. His pulse spikes. He wonders how much of that the vampire nuzzling him can feel, smooths out a scoff before it bursts out of chest.

“It’s alright,” Marc aims for soothing and misses it by a mile. He’s panting, and each word sounds like it was pried laboriously from his mouth. “I’m not going to hurt you.”

Valentino laughs. Can’t help it, or how gravelly it sounds. “I thought that was the point.”

Marc huffs. The chill of his face pressed on the side of his neck is like a naked blade.

“No, it isn’t.”

There’s this something tugging under his skin. Not fear—well, not only fear, Valentino has an alright sense of preservation for a moto rider, and he isn’t exactly thrilled by pain—but still there. Prodding like thorns.

Annoyance, except he doesn’t know why, doesn’t know anything other than the fact it makes him itchy, restless. He’s a pinned butterfly, the sheets creaking under him.

Marc’s lips skim over his carotid, icy, a little cruel—which is new. Horrible. And horrible in the way it makes his stomach clench. Valentino sucks in a rattling breath. His tongue might as well be glued to the roof of his mouth.

“I can find someone else.” Marc inches away from him, tries to get up.

Valentino clamps his hand on the back of Marc’s neck, watches him jolt like a live wire. “You don’t want to,” he says, thrumming, runrunrun instinct screaming at him—he sounds catlike still. A little steelier than he’d planned to. “I think you want to eat me real bad.”

Marc makes a noise—helpless, half-choked, amused. “Yeah, I do.”

“Well. It’s polite to ask.”

“Please, please,” he mutters, a laugh threaded into it. Because of course Marc wouldn’t be ashamed of begging—Valentino chews on the inside of his cheek until it aches, something white-hot pulsing through him. “May I bite you?”

May I . Proper little boy, isn’t he?

Valentino lolls his neck to the side. “Be my guest.”

He sounds very magnanimous. It’s almost a joke, another one, and Marc—

Marc grabs his chin. Bears down on his shoulder to keep him in place. Valentino thought—he thought he’d hesitate a lot more. He doesn’t know why he did.

Then there are teeth.

It hurts. It really fucking hurts. Valentino makes a noise, strangled, like he’s sawed off a chunk of his tongue. Cold sweeps over him—worse than an ice bath after Sepang, the shock making his body seize and spasm.

Marc might as well be raking teeth over his raw nerve endings. Injecting him with poison.

Too much to feel, and barely anything he can untangle. Barely anything he wants to untangle. Valentino’s head goes taffy thick, fuzzy around the edges. His vision blurs, breaking in blocks of color and little else.

He would flinch if he could. Maybe. Or maybe not. As that haze rises, Valentino relaxes muscle by muscle, and he might as well go down a drain, bones liquid, that jolt of nauseous fear bled out of him along his consciousness. Ha .

Marc moans, a quiet, wrecked little noise, halfway to a sob, like he does when Valentino is mean to him, pushing in his spit-slick cock after quali and pressing his face against a wall to keep him quiet.

Everything about him is still cold , glacial, except his frantic tongue on his neck. That feels scorching, and Christ, Valentino isn’t sure about pain anymore. It’s a blurry, feverish thing crawling under his skin. Too much. Too big. Valentino isn’t sure about pleasure either.

There’s only Marc, and that wet sucking sound right against his ear. He laps Valentino up, hungry and fucking shameless about it.

He feels his heart pumping, feels his blood moving the wrong way inside his veins—into Marc. It’s the most in-his-body Valentino has ever been.

A high, keening groan echoes between them, through the pounding in Valentino’s head. It has to be coming from him. He can’t stop it, or close his mouth, or think about moving. Valentino sinks— ah , ah , ah , dizzy when he tries to figure out he’s hurting, or not hurting, or feeling good.

He’s shaking. Like that one time when he brushed against a live wire by accident and couldn’t unclench his hand, stood there jolting until Stefania pushed him.

It sizzles inside—that feeling he can’t name, like an orgasm that just won’t quit until Valentino can’t decide if it’s great or worse than a knife between his ribs.

Valentino drifts on nothing. Time drips around him, and his blood drips into Marc. Marc who’s starving, who doesn’t ever care about stopping. Valentino is getting wrangled like his Honda on the corners, bent to his will. He laughs about it. Tries to.

Marc would eat him whole. He would.

And it isn’t great , but Valentino lets himself be taken over, fights to keep his eyes open—so he can look at the ceiling. At the tanned sliver of skin on Marc’s nape.

Everything spins. Loses meaning.

It all comes crashing down when Marc lets go of him. Valentino blinks, his eyes gritty—shudders, too. Entire chunks of his body are unresponsive, numb.

Marc presses his face against his chest, stays there. He’s panting, shoulders heaving with it, fever-hot to the touch and thrumming with wild energy. Can’t seem to stop fidgeting above Valentino, his fingers restless on the bones of his collar, back and forth and back and forth, right where it pushes against his skin.

Slowly, with Marc keeping him pinned to the bed, Valentino realizes his vision has focused again.

His senses come back to him one by one—the cool, smooth sheets under him, the rancid yellow lamplight, Marc’s strong things braced around him, the staleness in his mouth, the metallic smell thick and soupy in the air.

Marc leans back. Still fucking disquieting—except not quite. His cheeks are flushed pink. There’s red all over his lips, all over his chin, messy like when Valentino hooks his fingers into the babyfat of his cheeks and makes him show the come on his tongue, tells him to not swallow. He isn’t stone, or cold metal, or motionless.

And his eyes. They’ve gone from unnatural to searing, dark as pitch.

Alive. Hard to miss it when he was so other before.

It’s pretty. Reminds Valentino of that one time he saw an eagle pluck a kitten from the side of the road in Tavullia, the glossy blackness of its feathers.

Marc shifts again on his lap. It hits him like being highsided into the asphalt. Valentino scrambles for air, his cock oversensitive in the cooling stickiness inside his underwear. He had—

“Uh.”

“I’m sorry,” Marc snorts, not sounding sorry at all. He’s rubbing himself against his thigh, Valentino realizes. Looking fucking obscene about it, his budge fat and heavy, straining against his shorts. “It happens sometimes.”

“Alright,” he says eloquently, in an ugly jumble of syllables. Lets his eyes linger. “Aren’t you going to do anything about it.”

It isn’t a question.

So Marc immediately shimmies out of his clothes—awkward, overeager—and wraps a hand around the big cock he doesn’t fucking use for anything because he acts like he’s going to die without Valentino inside him.

He’s flushed dark, wet . Valentino isn’t sure he wants it—but he’s thinking about it anyway, Marc’s thick dick in his ass and Marc’s teeth on his throat, all at once. Being eaten. Consumed. All of it. If he could, he’d scorch that thought to ash, and his tacky underwear too.

His next breath comes out funny, a little choked. Marc, uncaring godling that he is, throws his head back, opens his mouth to moan.

He works his hand like he’s on time attack, no finesse—ruts against it, in this ugly, brash desperation that Valentino can’t help but stare at. It’s too soon, and he might not have enough blood for an erection, but his own cock twitches anyway. The pain of it is like being pricked with a needle.

Marc didn’t want to stop—he knows that. Would’ve loved to drink him dry, keep him for himself, hishishis in the gore in his stomach. It makes Valentino clammy, jittery. It also makes Valentino think about cutting him open, burrowing in.

All the way up to his elbow. Or mouth first—have them match.

“You needed it,” Valentino hisses. It’s easier to say than you could’ve killed me .

“I did—fuck, you’re so—l don’t how you let—”

Valentino doesn’t like what Marc is about to say. He hooks his fingers inside his gore-splattered mouth, right over his retracting fangs. They’re shaking, chilly, an uncoordinated weight. Marc clearly doesn’t care—garbles out this reedy noise, eyelashes fluttering low over his cheeks, and tries to sink his teeth in.

“Don’t,” Valentino hisses.

Marc goes wide-eyed, nods. He’s sweet like this, almost.

“Can I—,” he asks frantically, in a slur of words, leaking all over his hand.

Valentino toys with saying no , just to see if he’d cry, or get angry, or ignore him and keep going. Lets it shine through in his face. Marc whines, his dangerous mouth wobbling pitifully. That smooths the unkindness unfurling in his chest like an overgrown rose bush, all thorns.

“Of course,” Valentino croons, remarkably gentle, in rehearsed showmanship.

Gentleness comes easy with Marc’s leash in his hand. Easier at his harsh, stuttered, “ Valentino ,” when he sweeps a calloused thumb over the head of his cock.

Marc topples forward, curled above him, the blood on his chin drying brown and stark against his skin, the pale scar running there. The blood on Valentino’s throat is fresh, though, still dripping sluggishly on the sheets. His head is light, untethered, running in manic racehorse circles around Christ, Christ, Christ .

Each time he blinks, his eyes feel sandy, and his skin is clammy, underwear scraping along his dick, but he’s wired wrong under Marc’s second-hand heat—hungry too. Reckless with it.

“You’d take anything I gave you, no?” He hums genially, the words cracking like a whip between them, Marc scrambling to nod. “Whore.”

It drips honeyed from his lips— puttana .

When Marc comes, he does it with a small, wounded noise, jaw twitching. But Valentino told him no, so he doesn’t bite. Just shakes, pants open-mouthed and wanting, with his come trickling over Valentino’s chest. His eyes plead, and he clings to that, to the uncomplicated cruelty that this opens up.

Tomorrow, Valentino will get rid of everything—the bloody sheets, his clothes, the ache in his veins at Marc’s wicked, white fangs and the fat weight of his soft, come-tacky cock.

Tomorrow, for sure.

#rosquez #marc marquez #valentino rossi #motogp #motogp rpf #rpf #chev fics #sorry to everyone whose prompts i haven't answered yet #i just CAN'T seem to finish them #but rest assured i'm very haunted by them and will finish everything (especially since it's basically my favorite ones left)#anyway rescued a little something from my drafts #valentino is feeling very normal about losing control btw

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wickjump · 1 month ago

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im gonna start posting fanfic recs btw whenever i find good ones. both here and my (awfully barren) 18+ account. because there are so many good fics out there with so few hits and fewer kudos and sometimes no comments period and it SUCKS because i REALLY LIKE THEM A LOT.. and i hope that by linking them here and yelling at everyone to COMMENT DAMMIT they might actually do it

seriously though any comment means a lot. most people who read a fic don’t even give a kudos. even if the fic wasn’t top tier, if you didn’t dislike it, hand over some kudos!! and if you liked it, comment!!!! even if the comment is one singular heart emoji it will be appreciated. if the comment just says “great fic!” the author will be happy. your comment doesn’t have to be this long winded gushing or analysis.

so many authors quit writing or lose motivation because the comments are few and far in between or just sometimes nonexistent. trust me when i say authors don’t care about how long or cool or smart sounding your comment is i promise!!!

i hope that mmmaybe recommending fics and telling people to comment might help fics i really like get more support maybe. and i, points at you reading this, hope that you will listen!!!at least a little….at least sum kudos….

#if u have the ability to reply to my reblog saying how much you loved the fic i recommended comment on the fic itself so the author can see!#especially since the rise of ai writing and seeing ai fics out there can be disheartening #make sure you let your writers know you appreciate them #you never know they might one day write a sequel bc your comment touched them #or might get the motivation to make more works.#(but don’t just comment bc you expect something out of it btw. sometimes the author might be too intimidated to reply ive seen that before)#im a huge yapper. if you can’t tell. lmfao.#and i mostly comment on guest. like 99% of the time because the fics are either really embarrassing #or i get nervous about them knowing me/finding my tumblr and thinking im cringw #bc i admire authors so much. and I get that nervousness! given I experience it!!! but guest mode EXISTS!!! most work allows you to comment #on guest mode!! the author CANT see the email you use for it!!! the only reason they even ask is to give you notifs if theres a reply to it!#a comment is still a comment even if on guest or an alt or your main #even if the fic is embarrassing shameful depraved smut you can log out and comment on guest. even if it’s embarrassing #because the author still worked HARD. it’s so hard to write. people don’t give enough credit to fic authors who do it for free #i had an account (now super abandoned) that had over 400k words. and that didn’t include wips #i reallg do struggle to write because i took a break for so long!!! i can write but not nearly as much as I used to!!! and it sucks!!!#support your authors guys. 1k words is an hour for the first draft at MINIMUM and another hour for revision and editing. and people get #pissy if a fic chapter is less than 3-4k words for some reason. that’s 6-8 hours of work at MINIMUM. likely so much more because there’s #also plotting and brainstorming and So. Much. Editing. stressing out over words and sentence structure. it takes so much time out of your #day. the only oneshot i have posted on this account is 2460 words. and it took me SEVEN HOURS #seven hours!!!! that’s a lot!!!! and for authors that have school or demanding jobs that kind of time is hard to come by!!!!!#and I hope i have convinced at least one of you to listen and go okay you know what. i will. because even if it’s a silly comment it’s loved #tldr support your local fanfic authors of you will be so stabbed. by me #fanfiction #fanfic #archive of our own #ao3 #comment on fics #wick fic recs #that’s the rec tag btw. wow custom tags AGAIN i know. im doing what i thought i never would

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viperwhispered · 10 months ago

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Guess what? I've got more Jamil x reader for y'all. You can also find this on ao3. No warnings, just 866 words of kinda fluffy(?) caretaking stuff with gender-neutral reader.

At this point, you know Jamil’s schedule almost as well as he does. So, when you have the chance, you head to Scarabia’s kitchen, hoping to spend some time with Jamil while he and the other students prepare dinner.

However, when you enter, it takes you but a moment to notice Jamil’s uncharacteristic fumbling and the tired look in his eyes. The way Jamil’s chopping the vegetables has you worried about him cutting himself with that knife he’s usually so adept with, and it seems it’s only force of habit that’s keeping him on track.

You frown, and when your eyes meet Jamil’s, you can already see him put his guard up.

So he knows what state he is in, huh? And still, here he is.

It seems Jamil is reading your thoughts, all of him telling you drop it before any words are even said.

At least he still lets you lean in and give a quick kiss to his cheek in greeting.

“Hello love. Do you still have a lot on your agenda for today?” you ask, keeping your tone low for at least some semblance of privacy in the busy kitchen.

“Nothing I can’t handle,” is the response you get.

Of course.

It takes a little more pestering before Jamil actually answers your question. Your lips purse. That list is far too long to your liking.

You take a moment to think, juggling your own plans and to-do list against the urgency of the things Jamil mentioned.

“Will Kalim be eating from that?” you ask, pointing at the food Jamil is preparing.

“Yes.”

“Alright, I won’t be touching that one, then. I’ve gotta do a few things but I’ll be back when you’re done here.”

“Don’t,” Jamil says with a glare, clearly aware of what you’re thinking.

Yet even his disapproving look doesn’t have the usual weight behind it.

“Yes. I will,” you say firmly, even as your heart curls inwards with another bout of concern.

Really, when did he get so tired?

And how did you not notice it earlier?

You leave the kitchen before Jamil can protest further, hurrying through the dorm corridors to find Kalim.

Soon you have an enthusiastic – and concerned – supporter for your plans. You have Kalim point out a few reliable Scarabia students to help with a few of the most urgent matters Jamil mentioned – cleaning up the common areas, delivering some paperwork to Crowley, preparing some dorm-wide notices – while you see to Kalim getting his school supplies in order for the following day. You even recruit a couple of third years to help Kalim with his homework.

You’ll see to the rest tomorrow – after all, you do also have a boyfriend to look after.

Your conversation over dinner can hardly be called anything else than an argument – despite Kalim’s best attempts at acting as a moderating force between you two. It is very tempting to ask Kalim to tell Jamil to take the rest of the day off – it’s not like Jamil would be willing to openly disobey a direct order. Still, you really don’t need to remind Jamil of his position on top of everything else that you’re already doing more or less against his wishes.

Eventually, however, Jamil’s had a square meal, the most urgent things on his to-do list are being taken care of, and you’ve managed to drag him to his bed.

“I really wish you wouldn’t push yourself so hard,” you murmur, your arms wrapped tightly around Jamil. You’re telling yourself you really do just want to cuddle, to offer some respite to Jamil. Still, there might also be a part of you worried that if you were to let go, he’d just jump up and get back to working himself to the bone.

Yet, for all his protestations, just the fact that you’ve gotten Jamil to lay down with you speaks volumes of his current exhaustion.

“I can’t just leave my duties, albi. You know this.”

“Making yourself too indispensable, is what you’re doing,” you protest.

Oh, you know it’s not so simple. Not with his background, not with all the expectations and assumptions.

But sometimes you really wish it would be.

Jamil merely scoffs in response to your words.

Still, it is undeniable that he is slowly beginning to relax in your arms, slowly bringing his head closer to yours. His eyes are starting to flutter, too.

“I will still need to help Kalim with his homework, at the very least.”

You wonder who he is trying to convince more, you or himself.

“Amin and Khalil are helping him. They’re basically top of their classes, aren’t they? I’m sure they’ve got it.”

Still, Jamil frowns.

You sigh. He really is not letting go, is he?

“Do you want me to go supervise?” you ask.

And leave you, unsaid yet hanging there right after your words.

“Don’t,” Jamil eventually says, the word barely more than a breath.

It seems he has accepted his fate.

You softly caress Jamil’s hair, listening to his softening breathing.

And when you wake up, wholly unaware of having been lulled to sleep in the first place, it’s to the lightest of touches from Jamil’s fingers.

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#twisted wonderland #jamil viper #twisted wonderland x reader #jamil viper x reader #woop it sure has been quite the burst of creative energy lately #especially since this has apparently been sitting in my drafts since last august #but now you have it #I certainly can’t promise to keep up with this rate of writing (in fact I can promise I won't) but hey let's enjoy it while it lasts #and yes I’m hopping on the “jamil using arabic terms of endearment” train #I’ve read so many fics doing that that at this point it feels more natural than english ngl #even if english would probably be more canonical #also is it a *good* way to go about it to just pretty much just force someone to rest like this? probably not #is it sometimes the only way to get stubborn people to stop for a bit? perhaps #and is it something I might do?#...possibly #also oh boy can you tell that I'm avoiding jamil's dialogue like the plague lately?#I really need to reread so much of his stuff to get a hang of his voice again #(also if you notice typos pls tell me because they always bug me)#(or other wonkiness because I'm not a native speaker and sometimes things just go silly)#anyways hope y'all enjoy!

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namika-saya · 6 months ago

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Sctir and its multiple forms of love

After finally finishing sctir. I wanted to jot down my thoughts over the multiple forms of love shown in sctir. Bc there are A Lot. Some more healthy than others. Some more incomprehensible than others. Of course, spoilers ahead.

Familial Love:

.Han siblings : The epitome and exemplary example, the Han siblings have undying support and love for each other. The special thing about the Han brothers is that they're not just brothers, they're like parent and child. Han Yoojin raised Han Yoohyun himself shortly after hyh was born, and they continued to rely and put each other first until they were forcibly parted by circumstances. The fact that hyh is the ward and hyj is the guardian immensely helps their dynamic, as even with their differences hyh will respect and listen to hyung.

.Luire siblings: They're similar to the Han brothers and yet so different, just by a switch between the roles of guardian and ward (and their power levels). Riette is a born S-class, which means that she's unable to see things normally or have human empathy. Despite loving her brother enough to die for him, she has given him immense trauma in not respecting his autonomy and forced him to do many dangerous things that is pretty much abuse. In the end, they manage to find a balance, and Riette is still trying her best to understand Noah and have him forgive her.

.Sigma & Puppeteer: They're so interesting. One was borne bc of the other. The other can't exist without the one. They're each other's ward and guardian. Sigma allowed Puppeteer to gain sentience by continually pumping mana into him, while Puppeteer's efforts keep Sigma alive and existing. They care very much for each other and would do anything for the other.

"Platonic" Love:

. Shj & Stw : even if it's never explicitly said, their dynamic is like that of an old married couple where one is tired but used to the other's shenanigans. The Moon and its Eclipse. Fated enemies, but each of their stubbornness in staying human gives them an equal ground that allows them to care and respect for each other. Stw is literally one of the only two existences that shj can ever come to love.

. Shj & Hyj : also a lovely pair with a big contrast. The ordinary and the extraordinary. One who has it all and one who has lost everything. The man at the pinnacle and the man wading through the mud on the bottom. Hyj is literally the only person that sees shj as a human (at first). It's through hyj's love and care that allows shj to love life and carve out an existence for himself, for others to care about him like a human, and for shj to finally gain autonomy over his life. Shj's love and care for hyj allows hyj to be more confident about himself, soothes his worries, and as someone he can lean on without having to act as a caretaker.

"Romantic" Love:

.Chatterbox towards Jellyfish: now we're diving into the more unsavory forms of love in sctir. Well, chatterbox is obsessed with jellyfish. Some might say that is or isn't love, and both would be correct. (I jokingly call chatterbox an incel) Chatterbox loves Jellyfish, but he is selfish. He doesn't care about anything jellyfish cares about, he only cared about having her by his side. His attempt to turn hyj into luka peigya is disgusting, attempting to even modify his body surgically and put it in a glass cage. He's disgusting, only caring about his "revenge" and "love", neither caring about what the object of his love thinks nor if his actions make any sense.

Unconditional Love:

. Cresent Moon: this one's the most difficult one, especially if we take the difference between og cm and current cm. Cresent Moon's unconditional love should be impossible, but she manages it bc her love is inhuman at its core. A love that is equal for everyone, she will love you when you're at your highest and when you're at your lowest. She doesn't care what state of being you are in, and that love is no different than indifference. She will do horrible things to you in the name of love, as long as it's for the greater good. She is the cradle of Transcendents, just how many planets and civilizations have died indirectly by her hand as a result of that? Originally, she had a bit of humanity, loving people and still listening to them, but after morphing into a wish granting system she went mad from the wishes of those trying to live. What she did to shj mightve been the easiest way to save the universe, but it is unbearably cruel for her to try and take away his autonomy, humanity, and identity in order to do so.

All in all, the main theme of sctir is that love goes hand in hand with respect. Love without respect leads to disaster, and it is when one loves and respect one another can that love be strong enough to save the world. The end.

#this has been sitting in my drafts for months #finally finished it. some details might be off bc it's been months since I finished sctir and I read it mtl #will try to read side story and post my thoughts on that at a later time. chao~#sctir #sctir spoilers #han yoojin #han yoohyun #sung hyunjae #s classes that i raised #my s class hunters #spoilers for a lot of the novel. especially the crescent moon part. beware.#my posts

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