#Luckily she's not for anything important at all I only picked her for this because she has so much sticking out of her design

[loveletterworm]

I spent all day figuring out how to do this (modded playermodel) (very fancy) but to be honest I don't even intend to use this skin at all so I don't know what was the point of the effort. Also I saw a spider

[luludeluluramblings]

The Wedding Planner (Blurb)

Neglected!Reader ends up planning Bruce and Selina's wedding. The wedding goes great. Reader's life does not.

You should've know being a Wayne would come back to bite you in the ass. Even though you had chosen to remain ignorant to the comings and goings of the family since you had moved out, for your own peace of mind of course. It had still managed to come back and take a massive bite out of your ass.

When you had moved out of the manor and started trying to make it on your own you luckily had some wealthy and non-wealthy friends. Friends that were more than happy to let you couch surf. Or, guest room surf in some cases. Your big break came when one of those dear friends had asked you to plan their wedding. You had accepted graciously, happy to help and wanting to thank them for all they had done.

It was stressful and eventful. There were tears, a little bit of blood, a shit ton of lace, and a mountain of flowers. But, God, was it satisfying. Watching your own plan coming together. The way you had prepare for everything that could have possibly gone wrong on such an important day. The tide pens, the red wine, the back up camera for the photographer. You had tamed the volatile chaos into a gorgeous and memorable symphony.

After that, you had found your calling. It wasn't anything heroic or noble. But, it was human and all you. And, you were damn good. It wasn't long until you had built a reputation of planning The best wedding in Gotham on any sort of budget. And, all the while, that forever distant family of yours left you the fuck alone. In fact, they had forgotten all about your existence. Which you didn't exactly mind. Avoiding the bat-shit, you called it.

Still, it came back to haunt you, eventually. Things rarely stay dead in Gotham it seemed. To bad you weren't in the business of planning funerals or your might have known that.

It all started when you took on a prestigious client that made you sign NDA after NDA before the first meeting. (Your first hint.) One of Gotham's richest and wealthiest your newly hired secretary had told you. (Your second hint.) You meet with the fiancé of this wealthy individual. A lovely and vivacious woman of sharp taste and wit by the name of Selina Kyle. Who had told you her future spouse was quite the sweetheart despite his serious demeanor. (Final hint, your out.)

Imagine your surprise when your own father comes striding into your office giving your client a kiss before turning to face you. In a way you felt proud of how you could easily read the shock on Bruce Wayne's face even after years of never speaking to him. When you plaster on a professional smile - having perfected the professional persona over your years apart - and hold out your hand for him to shake, it fills you with satisfaction to watch him falter. You damn near giggle when you go over the guest list and notice your name nowhere on it. You saw the way Ms. Kyle shot him suspicious looks at how shaken he seemed at meeting you.

You'd have paid to be a fly on the wall when she finally confronted him about it after they left the meeting. You'd still pay to be a fly now. Because if you were going to be trapped in a web, you'd rather be trapped in one that would kill you quick. Not in this web that was bound to slowly choke you and move your limbs like some macabre puppet.

Suddenly, after that fateful meeting, the family that had long forgotten you it now trying to burrow their way into the life you have built for yourself. And, they don't care how many holes they leave in it. As long as they had the pieces of you in their own lives, nothing else mattered.

Not like you didn't break your heart years ago trying to give them those same pieces they’re now tearing you apart for. Only for them to have been tossed aside until you picked them back up and finally moved on.

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A/N: Sooooooo, I know I haven't posted much, but I ended up coming up with a few other Reader concepts and they have taken up most of my headspace. But, this was an idea based of of Smalltown!Reader. (The oc Smalltown!Reader is based off of always ends up a wedding planner as a back up plan.) Which I have the rough draft of Part 8 written for. I swear it's coming.

A/N: I should also start cleaning out my ask box. And, my drafts. (Been throwing things in there for later.)

A/N: I feel like I should expand on this at some point. Might be something to consider.

[betterbooktitles]

"I’m certain I’m not the only millennial who feels we as a nation have taken a dizzying turn when it comes to drugs. I remember a uniformed police officer showing up once a week in 5th Grade (a year before Sex Ed) to explain how to avoid buying and taking drugs. Luckily, I already knew the dangers of the drug trade because I had seen The Usual Suspects. I knew cocaine was a bad thing to buy, sell, or steal, especially from a drug kingpin. The D.A.R.E. program, however, let me know how important it was to say no to anything fun, including alcohol. At least until I understood a little algebra first. We did role-playing exercises where we walked one by one toward the portly police officer and he casually asked if we wanted to hit a mimed joint with him. All we had to do was say “no” and walk to the other side of the room, defying the only rule I knew about improv. We wrote essays about how important it was to preserve our pristine bodies and minds, obviously unsullied since we had yet to take the class teaching us how puberty was going to defile them both. I’m still mad that my friend Nicole’s essay beat mine in a contest, and she got to read hers in front of the whole school all because she had the benefit of an older brother who took too much acid and sat in her room all night talking about why the existence of light proved God was real. My essay about a time I saw my friend’s dad drink a beer and then drive his truck somewhere was also good! We signed pledges to enter the new millennium drug-free. We took the red pencils that said “Friends Don’t Let Friends Do Drugs” and sharpened all of them down to say “Let Friends Do Drugs,” “Friends Do Drugs,” “Do Drugs,” and simply “Drugs.” Despite that little rebellious act, my friends and I spent a solid six months swearing we’d never put any harmful substance into our bodies besides every form of candy available.

Imagine how I feel now as a D.A.R.E. graduate becoming my dad’s drug dealer. It’s less thrilling than I thought it would be. Between my father’s warning not to hang around one specific neighborhood in Cleveland as a kid and nearly every TV show about drugs, I thought I’d always be buying marijuana from an intimidating dude who definitely had a gun and would use it immediately if he thought I was wearing a wire. Instead, I now buy marijuana from a well-lit storefront that looks like the Apple Store. I’ve even gone to a place where a guy with an iPad explained what each available strain would do to me. I buy what sounds good with all the confidence of a man pointing at items on a menu written in a language he can’t read. I put it all in a cardboard box. I place a book on top. I mail the box to my dad from my local post office. I tell myself the book is to hide the contraband crossing state lines, but in truth, the book is what clears my conscience. I want to send my dad something edifying while also sending him the drug that all of America worried would make me unable to read if I tried it once. The unrequested book is a red herring to distract from the vice, like when you were young and didn’t want to buy condoms outright at the store so you cushioned them between a pack of peanut M&Ms and a magazine. Hmm, what else did I need,���— right, while I’m here — might as well pick up a few condoms.

Right as marijuana becomes legal in most states, I’m about done with the drug. I’ve had three good times on edibles, and one of them was when I felt nothing and fell asleep at 9:30 PM. I’m flabbergasted that my dad likes edibles. He seems to be a man free of anxiety. Case in point, I once brought him some THC lozenges to our summer holiday in Chautauqua, and around dinner time I told him “You might want to only take half of what I gave you” to which he replied, “I took it hours ago.” He was stoned and no one noticed.

While I’m stuck in my head, stoned or sober, wondering why I didn’t take some acting gig 15 years ago, wondering if I’ll ever make enough money, worrying I’m doing everything wrong including in this moment as I write this sentence, my dad is enjoying himself.

Judith Grisel, the author of Never Enough: The Neuroscience And Experience of Addiction, describes using marijuana as throwing “a bucket of red paint” on your brain. She was approaching the stimulant clinically in terms of how it differed from the laser focus of other drugs (THC reacts with many receptors in the brain, cocaine focuses on one), but now every time I smoke, I think of the red paint metaphor. While other people seem able to crank an entire joint and do insanely complicated stuff like function at their jobs, I am reduced to a gelatinous blob, on top of which my eyes and brain are navigating a dream state that, like many dreams, isn’t all that interesting the next day. Mostly, I get high and can’t decide what I want to watch on TV or what video game I want to play, I realize how hungry I am, and then I fall asleep with cereal still stuck to my teeth. Pot, for me, is like the squid ink hitting the screen in Mario Kart: I can still see where I’m going, but everything gets a little harder to do, and the panicked half-blindness makes everything slightly more chaotically fun."

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[twice-inamillion]

The Company

Recruitment

Light smut and Story Building

Chapter 7

1,360 Words

(You take Jennie’s opinion into consideration and look for a reliable flight attendant. Some important decisions are made for the future of the company and a possible recruitment of someone special.) 

A few days have passed since you and Jennie fucked for the first time. The morning after, Jennie complained of soreness from your length and how wide you stretched her, “Daddy, I don’t think I’m going to be able to walk correctly for the next few days. Is it okay if I take a day or two off?”

You smile at Jennie and smack her ass, “Sure. You can tell your members you have a stomach bug, and I’ll let the coach know the group will take a break from practice.

“Thanks, Daddy,” giving you a hug. 

The first thing she did after recuperating was text you early in the morning, “Daddy, I’m all better now. How about going another round?”

You message her back, “It’s 6 in the morning, and you’re thinking about sex?”

“Yes, these past two days, I couldn’t think about anything besides your big cock stretching my small pussy.”

“Okay, how about tonight?”

“Actually, I’m outside your door, hehe”

You roll your eyes, get up from bed, walk towards the door, and check the screen, “Daddy, open up.” Jennie immediately lunges herself at you after you open the door, “Daddy, I missed you!”

“I missed you too, but you’re up so early.”

“It’s the only time I can sneak out without the members noticing.”

You smirk at her and say, “You’re a bad girl. Daddy needs to punish you for sneaking out.”

Jennie smiles, and your comment, “Daddy needs to punish me with his big cock. He should fuck me roughly and pump me with cum.”

You don’t even respond and instead, pick her up, walk towards the guest room, and toss her onto the bed. 

The two of you fuck until eight in the morning, showering together and having a light breakfast. “What are you reading there?”

“Just some resumes. I just purchased an airplane and am now looking for a flight attendant. These are some resumes I got sent over by one of my assistants.”

Jennie looks over your shoulder at the various applicants' pictures, “Oh, she looks pretty,” she says as she gets one of the applications. 

“You think so?”

“Yeah, you can see it in her eyes.”

“Hmm… you might be right.”

“What about hiring Jisoo’s sister? She’s about to graduate from flight attendant school.”

“Oh really?”

“Yeah, she’s really pretty. With her pale white skin and nice body, she might be your type.”

“Do you have a picture of her?”

Jennie pulls out her phone and scrolls through her photo album of Jisoo with her sister, “Here, take a look.”

“Wow, she's beautiful.”

“Right? You should hire her. Did you know that many flight attendants struggle to find work because it's a competitive field?”

“No, I didn’t know. Maybe I’ll let one of my assistants contact her.”

“I’ll ask Jisoo about it and let you know.”

“Thanks.”

—————— 

“Sir, Bang Si-hyuk replied back.”

“What did he say?”

“He said that he accepts your offer and is more than happy to partner with us.”

“Good, get the paperwork ready so we can have a final meeting. Also, tell him that I want to invest in his boy group, the one with the seven members.”

“Yes, I’ll get right on it.”

“What about Park Jin-young?”

He replied too, but asked for a bit more funding.”

“How much does he want?”

“About ten or fifteen percent more.”

“Haha, that man is greedy.”

“He is, sir; what do you want me to reply?”

“Tell him that I’ll accept, but I want the full transfer of his upcoming girl group to our site and any other female trainee in the future. I’ll send you more information.

“Thank you, sir.”

——————

A few weeks went by since Jennie mentioned Jisoo’s sister, the flight attendant. After giving it some thought, you considered her opinion and asked one of your hiring assistants to look into hiring Jisoo’s sister. Luckily, she was easy to get in touch with after getting the information from Jennie. 

“Hello, my name is Kim Ji-Yoon. I’ll be your flight hostess starting today,” she said as she bowed.

“Nice to meet you. Take a seat.”

Ji-yoon takes the seat across from you, and IU goes over the contract. “You will be a salaried worker. Here is the amount of money the company is offering,” sliding the piece of paper towards her.

Ji-yoon opened it, and her eyes widened. “Are you sure? This is a lot of money, much more than what they pay someone who’s working in the business for years.”

You respond, “Yes, I want to ensure you are rewarded nicely and expect your utmost discretion. You’re also Jisoo’s older sister, so I wanted to do something nice.”

“Thank you so much. I will do my best not to disappoint you.”

“I’m sure you won’t. Also, our first trip is going to be in a couple of days, so I hope you’re ready.”

“That's great, sir; where will we be going?”

“Japan.”

—————

“We will be landing in Japan shortly, sir.”

“Thank you, Ji-Yoon.”

“Would you like to drink?”

“I’m fine, thank you, though.”

“My pleasure,” she said, and she made her way to the attendant area on the plane. 

You watch as she walks down the passage, her nice-length skirt giving you a glaze at her toned thighs, “Damn, what a view.” 

The purpose of today is to visit and hopefully recruit a potential trainee after getting a couple of letters of recommendation from a dance studio. The head choreographer linked the company's recruitment account to multiple videos of their student. She praised her students' stage performance and talent, suggesting that someone visit and see them in person. 

The recruiters watched the videos were attached and gave you an idea of what to focus on after watching. You watch each video multiple times and can’t help but be amazed by her beauty and elegance. The way she performs is something that many people can imitate unless they’re a natural. 

After settling down at your hotel, you get in contact with the head choreographer and let them know that you will be arriving later that day. She thanks you for visiting and the opportunity to see one of her students. 

You arrived at the location before opening and were given a studio tour. Walking around, see the pictures of all the trainees, “Is this one her?” as you point at the photo. 

“Yes, that’s her.”

“Okay, nice to know.”

“She’ll be coming to the studio in about twenty minutes.”

“You seem nervous.”

“I am. She’s been with us for so long; we know that she can do much more out there.”

“You seem to care for her a lot.”

“Yes, which is why I emailed the company so you can see for yourselves.”

The person arrives twenty minutes later and sets their bag before entering the changing room. They come out in sweats and t-shirts and walk toward the center of the room before playing the starting the music. You hear the song begin, focusing on their dance movements and expressions.

You watch her dance to various types of music, but the one that caught your attention was when she danced ballet. The way she presented herself and moved with such elegance was heartwarming. You know that you needed to recruit her at all costs. 

The music stops, and you slowly walk out of the office and greet both the choreographer and the dancer. “That was amazing. Great job.”

The dancer bows, “Thank you so much for your compliment.”

“No, no, you deserve it.”

You see her get shy and play with her fingers from the attention. The choreographer steps in and says, as she points at you, “This is the person I told you about. He’s from Olympus Entertainment and came to see you perform.” 

She bows and says, “Thank you for visiting us. I’m Myoui Mina. It's nice to meet you.”  

[berryz-writes]

Not yet

Azriel x reader

Summary: Your not ready to tell Azriel's family your mates in fear of them not liking you

note: It's just Az being the standard and the cutest shit ever. Also its pretty short im sorry lovelies <3

"I don't want to. Not yet" I murmured to Azriel, snuggling closer to his warmth. His hands ran up and down my back, sending small shivers down my spine.

"And why is that, sweetheart?" He replied, his voice slightly hoarse from having just woken up, pressing small kisses to my face. I opened my eyes and tried to get used to the light in the room. It was a Saturday, one of the days Azriel was content to just lie in bed with me with no commitments for the rest of the day.

"I just...I don't think they'll like me. I know it's stupid but I don't know them well enough. What if they think I'm using you or don't actually love you? What if they convince you that I'm not good enough?" I waited for him to say something. I didn't usually have anything bad to say against his family but I was never comfortable around new people. Especially if they were such important figures in our court. A slight sigh left his lips "Y/n. Do you really think I'd stop loving you if one of them told me to?...not that they would"

I sat up and tucked my hair behind my ear, his heat suddenly too much. "No but it's not just that. Imagine I say something wrong. I know their your family but their also high lord and lady. What if I say something...I don't know politically wrong? They'll laugh at me and think how in the world are us two mates."

Azriel moved his arm around my waist and pulled me back to lay down on the bed, his hand moving through my hair in a soothing motion. "They will think nothing of the sort because you are perfect. But if it makes you feel better we can wait for as long as you want. Feyre was talking about inviting the wonderful florist tomorrow. Accept her offer and get to know everyone a bit"

I thought about it and slowly nodded my head. "Fine."

Azriel was right because Feyre did invite me the next day.

"Y/n! Oh these are gorgeous! You've outdone yourself" Feyre said admiring the bouquet I had prepared

I smiled and handed her the card with all my business details "Thank you high lady. If anyone asks where you got them from please give them this."

"Feyre, please. No formalities between us"

I nodded my head "Feyre it is then"

She turned her attention to the rest of the shop looking around the flower filled store "You have such a peaceful life. Living amongst flowers and smelling like roses all the time"

I let out a small laugh. Very peaceful. Sometimes a little too peaceful. "I suppose. Although it get's boring at times"

Feyre's eyes lit up in excitement "You should come to dinner tonight! It'll be something different for you and we can get to know each other more"

I thought about what me and Azriel had discussed earlier. Now was the perfect opportunity, to meet his family. "Oh...I don't want to intrude. I don't know-"

She shook her head "Nonsense. Your coming tonight. Everyone will be scrambling over each other to get to know you"

I looked around the store, hoping for a sign as to what I should do. The only sign I could see however was the open sign on the front door.

"Fine. I'll come. Thank you the for the invite high- Feyre"

She beamed and gave me a quick hug, slightly surprising me before walking out with her bouquet of flowers. I sighed. Well I suppose I better go home and change so I looked slightly decent at least.

*Dinner, a few hours later*

Azriel cleared his throat slightly before continuing "Did you want something lov- y/n?"

I paused and clenched my jaw at the slip up. The chatter at the table was luckily loud enough for no one to quiet hear what he was saying. This was the first time I had been happy for Cassian's loud voice. I shook my head "I'll get it myself, thank you" I reached over and picked up the dish, adding a few potatoes to my plate, trying not to gather attention towards us two. Really. Azriel wasn't very good at following instructions. If someone had heard that I don't know what I would have done.

Probably jumped out a window or something.

"Everything alright?" Rhys asked looking over at me first, then Azriel and then me again. I nodded my head quickly and gave him a smile "Fine, everything's fine" Azriel didn't reply merely nodding in agreement too.

I let out a sigh of relief when he turned away and took a sip of his wine. Luckily dinner passed with no other accidents happening. I watched as everyone took their seats in the living room, Feyre and Rhys cuddled up on the couch while the others sprawled here and there, Elain having gone up because of a headache.

Azriel stood half hidden by his shadows in the door way, I could sense him even though I couldn't see him without squinting my eyes.

Come to the kitchen. It's important

His voice echoed in my mind, his deep and low voice making me miss him even though he was just inches away. I got up making an excuse of needing water and walked over to the kitchen, past the dining room where we had just sat. Before I could process what was happening I was against a wall and Azriel's lips were on mine, his shadows cocooning us in a dark and peaceful bubble. He kissed me like he was starving and he couldn't get enough.

We finally pulled apart my hands resting on his chest "Azriel" I warned him, the lust filled look in his eyes ready to devour me. His hands ran up and down my body, my waist, my hips warming each part of me.

"I want to tell them. I want to tell them about my perfect and beautiful mate." He whispered his eyes dark and his hair falling forward onto his forehead. I pushed a strand away "I can't right now. I'm not ready"

I knew even if I shook my head once Azriel would understand. His hopeful expression dropped slightly but his lips remained in a small smile "Let me take you home now, sweetheart. I can't live without having you close to me"

I rolled my eyes but smiled all the same "Don't be so dramatic"

He didn't reply, instead tucking a stray piece of hair behind my ear. "We're going" He said finally and winnowed us on the spot. I didn't even get to say goodbye to anyone but all thoughts left me as Azriel looked at me with his devilishly handsome grin.

MASTERLIST

[louvemione]

illicit affairs (part two) — d. malfoy (draco's pov)

synopsis : Draco watched as Y/n slowly walked out of his life and wonders why their relationship is considered illicit.

warning/s : angst, fluff if you squint hard enough, profanity, written in first person, pureblood! reader (this isn't really important & would only be implied)

author's note : like promised, here is part two of illicit affairs 🥳 but i feel like i didn't write it properly 🥲 hopefully, you guys get the message i'm trying to get through!

<- part one | part three ->

leave the perfume on the shelf

that you picked out just for him

sixth year

"why is it that you no longer wear your signature perfume? I used to love it" that was probably a dumb and unnecessary question to ask

but can you blame me? I just need the slightest reasons and I would gladly start a conversation with her. as crazy as it sounds, I'd most definitely take every opportunity to talk to her.

she was silent for a moment, luckily it was only us sitting by the fire, "there's absolutely no reason for me to wear it but i'm glad you loved it"

i hate this. i hate the awkward silence between me and her, i hate that she's distancing herself from me and i hate that i am pretty much aware of it, i hate not being able to tell her how much i adore her, i hate not being true to myself, i hate—

"i'll go to my dorms now, it was nice talking to you" she didn't wait for my response and continued to walk to her dormitory, i hate when she's formal, it's as if we weren't friends.

so you leave no trace behind

like you don't even exist

"good morning!" I say, rather awkwardly than I hoped for it to

"hello, Draco" she smiled and walked past me

I watched her retreating figure like I always do now that she tries to cut every interaction short.

I hate it.

I hate it when she acts as if nothing ever happened between us. I hate that she no longer wears her perfume. I hate that she's slowly starting to slip past my finger tips.

I fucking hate it.

because she was leaving my life, slowly. so slow that I could see her disappear bit by bit. like, she was packing her things to move else where.

from her presence, to her perfume. it's as if she never even existed with how carefully everything connecting to her disappeared from my life.

take the words for what they are

a dwindling, mercurial high

"you look gorgeous" I whispered, hoping that it was loud enough for y/n to hear, hoping that she knew that it was directed at her, not Astoria.

I felt guilty for dancing with my soon-to-be wife and wishing it was y/n I'm holding.

soon enough, when Harry and Y/n stopped dancing, I excused myself.

"I'll go out for a moment" not waiting for Astoria's reply, I started walking away. I walked behind Y/n, grazing my hand against her waist in the process, hoping that she gets the message.

and that's how we ended up in the restricted section of the library, where we spent the next hour hugging and exchanging kisses and i love you's while looking through the different books in the shelves.

i love you, looking back, I started to wonder whether or not she took my words seriously.

"impossible! he can't...actually mean it!"

but according to the conversation I overheard, she took it as a dwindling, mercurial high.

a drug that only worked

"we're okay, we'll figure this out together, but let's not think of that for now" my kisses were denied when she pushed my head away and sat up.

"we all know we can't do anything about it" she argued and pushed me off, "listen, baby, we shouldn't restrict ourselves from loving who we want and I definitely won't spend my life married to someone I don't love, so believe me, I'll do something about it"

"but you two are set for marriage—"

"but I love you, not her" she stayed silent and I smiled, "so, do you trust me?"

"yeah, of course, I do"

the first few hundred times

"do you not trust me?!"

"NO! I FUCKING DON'T!"

and that's the thing about illicit affairs

and clandestine meetings and stolen stares

illicit? our relationship is nowhere near illicit.

it's not wrong to love someone, what's wrong is to pretend to love someone.

if it were Astoria I'm in a relationship with, that's illicit. but y/n? why would our relationship be illicit? because I'm bound to marry someone I don't want to marry?

"you okay, mate?" only then did I realize that I have been gripping my knife so tightly as I watched as she laughed with Saint Potter.

"we know you've been...feeling bad since she ended things with you but—"

"I just don't understand! why now? why—"

"why not now, Draco? did you think she'd want to wait 'til your wedding before breaking it off?"

"there will be no wedding!"

"oh I wouldn't be so sure if I were you" Daphne says, "my mum wrote to me this morning and mentioned that they might start planning yours and Astoria's wedding, if I were you, I'd start getting into action"

I spent the rest of supper thinking and secretly staring at y/n, who seemed to be doing the same.

they show their truth one single time

"i love you"

but they lie, and they lie, and they lie

"do you love me, still?" I say, not too bothered by the students who I knew were eavesdropping in our conversation

"as a friend, yeah"

we both know she's lying. and I know she's aware of the fact that I know she's lying.

a million little times

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[baronessblixen]

Fictober Day 15: As Sweet As Apple Pie

Prompt: "Let's try this" (and anon's ask about apple pie fic)

Mulder, Scully, and William bake an apple pie together. Rating: G, wc: 1,236

Tagging @today-in-fic @xffictober24

“Okay, Will, what do we need?” The four-year-old pulls the folded grocery list from his pocket, bringing part of the lining of his pants out with it. The boy is too preoccupied to notice and Mulder is not about to distract him.

“Apples,” Will says solemnly. They made the list together, using letters and symbols to make it easier for the boy to read it himself. “Sugar! Flour!”

“One item at a time, Will,” Mulder reminds him with a chuckle. His son is overzealous; a trait he’s inherited from both him and Scully. And stubborn. That’s the reason why they’re here in the first place. Two weeks ago, William discovered that his grandmother’s favorite dish is apple pie. Since then, he’s had it in his mind to bake one for her – from scratch.

He’s still young enough to believe his parents are superheroes who know everything and can make anything happen. Mulder offered to buy an apple pie before they went to visit her, but William said no, it had to be made from scratch. That was the most important thing – his grandmother had said so, after all.

Eventually, they gave in and made a plan. They’re good at that. Well, one of them is. Scully made the plan, and Mulder and Will will execute it. With her help. While she’s prepping the kitchen, they’re out here at the store to get everything they need.

Will puts his hands on his cheeks when he sees the large display of apple varieties.

“Daddy,” he whispers. “I don’t know which ones to get.” Luckily, Mulder comes prepared. Last night, he learned that when it comes to apple pies, an apple is not just an apple.

“We’ll get different ones,” he explains to William, holding him up so that he can pick the fruit. “Look, this one’s called Granny Smith. They’re really tart.”

“Does grandma like tart?”

“She does. And to give it a bit of sweetness,” Mulder adds, ruffling his son’s hair, “we’re gonna get some Gala.” He points to the apples and William picks them with the precision of a scientist.

“Now what else do we need?”

“Flour and sugar!” William grins at him and Mulder wheels their cart toward the next aisle. They find everything they need and get a box of cookies as a reward. While Mulder loads their car, William nibbles on one of them, unable to keep his little legs still.

“I hope Grandma loves the pie.”

“She will, honey,” Mulder assures William. “She absolutely will.”

*

Back at home, Scully has her hair up in a ponytail and an apron tied around her waist. She reminds Mulder of all the times when he called her up to do an autopsy at ungodly hours. He gives her a kiss and hands over William. He, too, gets a makeover and an apron, because they know how messy it can get in the kitchen. There’s still some dough on the ceiling from when Scully and Will tried to surprise Mulder with cookies one day. Now, they buy their cookies at the store.

“Mommy, we have all the ingredients,” Will says, licking his mouth after sipping apple juice from a cup. He can barely contain his happiness, stomping his feet. Mulder takes the cup from his hands so that they don’t make a mess before they even begin, and William jumps up and down.

“Can we start now?” he asks, clapping his hands.

“Let Operation Apple Pie begin,” Mulder says earnestly, making William giggle.

“Do you have any idea what you’re doing?” Scully leans against him, her arm around his waist.

“No,” he admits, “but we’ll figure it out, right? We’ve defeated a liver-eating mutant, how hard can it be to bake an apple pie?” William stares at them open-mouthed. If there’s one thing he loves more than doing nice things for his grandmother, it’s hearing old X-files stories. Much to Scully’s chagrin. Only last week William had crawled into their bed in the middle of the night, claiming a Mothman was after him. Mulder had merely given her a sheepish smile.

“Later, Will,” he says now. “We have to focus on making this apple pie. Doctor Scully, what is the first step?”

“Slicing and dicing,” she replies. “The apples.”

They sit at the kitchen apple, with William in Mulder’s lap, and cut the apples.

“You’re doing so well, Will.” His son is too preoccupied to even hear the compliment.

“The apples have to be perfect,” the boy says. “This is will be the best apple pie in the world!”

At least they try to make it the best in the world. They let William combine the apple slices, spices, sugar, and floor. He squeals in delight as all three of them work on blending the ingredients.

“I pour! I pour!” The boy declares when it’s time to transfer the apple filing to the bottom crust. Both Mulder and Scully hold their breath, but their son takes his time and knows what he’s doing. Once the filling is in the form, he grins up at them.

“So proud of you,” Scully says, kissing the top of his head. Mulder is the one who puts the second layer of dough over the filling. All under William’s watchful eyes.

“Now, Dr. Scully, you have to slice it.”

“Is it done?” William asks in excitement.

“It still has to go into the oven, Will,” Scully reminds her son. His mouth makes a small o.

“I watch the apple pie,” he declares, sitting himself in front of the oven right after Mulder has put it inside. “How long does it have to be in the oven, Daddy?”

“Half an hour.”

“But that’s forever!” Both Mulder and Scully chuckle. William watches the apple pie, occasionally talking to it and asking it to please come out perfect. Mulder and Scully clean the kitchen and decide on take-out for dinner.

Once the timer dings, William jumps up and runs circles around Mulder.

“Careful, sweetie,” Scully says, taking him by the shoulders so that he doesn’t burn himself.

“Is it done? Is it, Daddy?”

“Not just yet,” Mulder says and William’s face falls. “It needs another half hour.”

“Another forever!”

Still, William doesn’t leave his place by the oven. Not until the timer dings for the second time.

“Now!” The boy yells. “We have to take it out. Now.”

“He gets that from you,” Mulder mumbles, smiling at Scully, who rolls her eyes. The pie comes out, filling the kitchen with the most delicious scent. William holds his nose up in the air and sniffs.

“It looks great,” Mulder says, observing the pie.

“It does,” Scully agrees.

“Let’s try it.”

“No!” William exclaims. “It’s for grandma. We can’t eat it.”

“You don’t want to try it?” He shakes his head.

“We have to call grandma,” he says.”

“Now?” Scully asks her son.

“Now.” He doesn’t even wait for his parents and runs out of the kitchen. He finds his father’s cell phone faster than Mulder himself ever could. “Call grandma.” Mulder hands the phone over to Scully with a look that seems to say, ‘your family’.

They’re all huddled together as they wait for Maggie Scully to pick up the phone.

“Hello? Fox is that you? Is everything okay?”

“Grandma it’s me!” William yells. “I made you apple pie! You have to come over now 'cause we can’t try it without you!”

And everyone laughs.

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hello i saw that you have request open and was wondering if you could write about Jill having a massive lesbian crush on reader and how they get together please ?

yes hehehehehehehe

I couldn’t really write it from Jill’s point of view like it seemed you wanted me too so hopefully second person view is good enough 👍

I’ve been waiting to finally get a request if you can’t tell lmfao so this was made with in like a day of the request

Tags: very fluffy, love confessions, college setting, lesbian Jill & reader, not proofread

 Jill wasn’t a stranger to you, she started at you everyday during your classes. Although, she wasn’t slick at all to the point where you were contemplating whether she was trying to get you to notice her starring or not. The first time the two of you talked was when your teacher paired the two of you up for a partner project. You worked nicely together, so much so that you developed a crush on her, but after the project you really didn’t talk to her that much. Little did you know, Jill developed an even bigger crush on you way before the project.

Today was going to be the same as every other school day, or was it. You woke up and did your morning routine, as usual, got to your first few classes on time, and the day was going well. You went to your next class, one of the classes you had with Jill, pretty early and when you walked to your seat saw a note taped down to the desk. You thought that maybe it was from Jill, only problem was, Jill wasn’t here yet. As a matter of fact there were only about 7 people in the classroom, most of them being guys. As more people started flooding in you snatched the note up and shoved it into your pocket. You could barely focus in that class, luckily the professor wasn’t teaching anything too important, but you needed to find out what the note said. 

Right when you got back into your dorm you picked the note out of your pocket and started unfolding it, hoping it would still be legible.

“Please meet me at the park right outside campus at 3:35pm, I have something important to tell you. - somebody from Mr __ class” The note read.

“God damnit.” you whispered. One of the most important parts of the note, a hint to who this person might be, is eligible.

You decided that you would sneak around the area, you really wanted to see who it was even if it was a guy. It was already 3:30pm so you change your clothes and put on your shoes and swiftly go to the park.

It was a public park, so it would be a little easier said than done to just sneak around. To your luck, the park was pretty busy, so you could hopefully blend in with them. You hoped that you changing your clothes would keep you a little more hidden, and it did, because you saw a similar someone and they didn’t even notice you standing in plain sight. Jill. You saw Jill.

“It was Jill?!” You accidentally uttered. As you were just standing there, dumbfounded, Jill makes eye contact with you. You quickly come back to reality as Jill starts walking over to you with a cute little smile on her.

“Hey, I-uh didn’t expect you to actually show up.” Jill says awkwardly. So she was the one who wrote the note! 

“Well, you know, it was a last minute thing.” You felt bad for saying that, but you felt like you couldn’t stop yourself from talking. “The professor name on the note was eligible when I read it so naturally I got pretty curious.”

“Oh, I see, sorry, my pen must’ve smudged” Jill said nervously. You did regret saying that, but because it was Jill you did want to know what she had to say.

“So, what did you want to tell me.” You ask happily. Jill’s checks start to get red as she tells you something that you can barely comprehend.

“I like you, a lot, like way before that project we were ever paired up to do. You’re just so cool and pretty and for the longest time I was scared you didn’t like me back, but I decided I would just have to get my little confession over with.” Jill confessed, averting her gaze to anything but your eyes.

“I do like you back, Jill, how could I not.” You say as you put a hand on Jill’s check so you two are looking eachother in the eye.

You two stand there for a minute, in complete silence, you really did like her, you are just confused, but mostly relieved, that she liked you back. 

“Want to go to my dorm? This place is already busy so I really don’t want anyone from class to notice us.” You propose, kissing Jill on the cheek. 

“Sure, as long as your roommate doesn’t mind.” Jill says awkwardly, still flustered about the kiss.

“She doesn’t mind company if she’s away from the campus as long as they don’t mess with her things, and she just so happens to be away right now.” You assured Jill. “You promise not to mess with her stuff?”

“I promise.” Jill replied. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome” 

[quillpokebiology]

got any garbodor facts?

Garbodor Facts

-The scientific name for Garbodor is "Cunicum refusum" which roughly translates to "refuse rabbit"

-Scientists have had a lot of trouble figuring out what Trubbish/Garbodor are, but they had recently come to the conclusion that they could be a primitive type of fungus. If this is true, this makes them somewhat related to Weezing

-Garbodor are most commonly found on large cities. The Garbodor population hub is Nimbassa City I'm Unova. Their population is what is able to keep Nimbassa City clean

-Garbodor have no type of diet and will eat pretty much anything. Don't feed them alcohol though, they can get drunk. DON'T GIVE THEM ALCOHOL, I CAN'T BELIEVE I HAVE TO SAY THIS

-Despite having teeth, Garbodor don't even need to chew their food. They just inhale it. Their teeth are instead used for battling

-Because of their bad stench and "less-than-appealing" appearance, many people dislike Garbodor and some cities have tried to get rid of them all together. But, Garbodor are important parts of the ecosystem because they consume far more trash than any machine ever could. Getting rid of them would lead to more trash-filled cities and would smell far worse than any Garbodor

-Galar hates Garbdor. Always has. Unlike Nimbassa City, who will have wild Garbodor or Garbodor owned by the city pick up trash, Galar instead has Garbodor hanging around the wild areas eating the scraps that people leave. It's sad, and there have been groups trying to raise awareness on the good Garbodor can do and they are making progress, but many people are still against it due to their smell (my mom would always feed a shy Garbodor that came by our house. I never got close to her because I thought she smelled bad, but I'd play catch with her. I miss her. She's still alive, she's just 2 regions away)

-Garbodor's poison tubes are prone to getting clogged with their gunk. This can lead to sweating, tube pain, heart pain, headaches, and drowsiness. Luckily, due to how common it is, Pokemon Center's are able to drain all the clogged gunk out within a day. If your Garbodor has clogged tubes, please take them to a center

-No, you can't wash away Garbodor's stink. Them being in water is okay, but using soap can actually damage their skin. Don't take them swimming either, they can't swim and will just sink

-Garbodor most often lay their eggs in old boxes or plastic bags. The ones on Galar will instead dig holes in the ground to lay their eggs there. They don't stay with their young, and Trubbish will instead hatch with the first hatch being the biggest and taking care of their younger sibilings

-Garbodor have a natural rivalry with Muk, with the ones in Alola often getting into disputes over food

-Despite their large and intimidating appearance, Garbodor are peaceful mon who will only attack when threatened

-It depends on the Garbodor, but a lot of them secrete weird gunk on their skin from all the trash they consume. Sometimes it's toxic, sometimes it's not. Either way, I recommend petting them with gloves because it can be gross

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Chapter 13

You had such a good time yesterday that you totally forgot about the package. So much so that you were dumbfounded when a person asked for it, making you rethink what package they were referring too. 

"A package? You mean this one?" You picked the package up from the floor to show it to the person on your doorstep.

"Could I inspect it for a second?" The small female said as she reached for the package.

"Uhm, sure?" You lowered yourself down to her size to hand her the package.

You inspected the woman who was half your size. Sure she was quite short but she sounded and looked like a professional. Although she didn't look like she belonged to the delivery company, from observing her mannerism and outfit.

"Just as we expected.."

"Uhmm what's expected?"

"Someone delivered this to the wrong address.. It's quite the important item too.. People these days are way too reckless." The shorter woman sighed as she carefully put it into a black garbage bag.

"Wait what.. But the delivery man.." You were so confused. The man from yesterday said it was your neighbor's package.. 

"Don't worry, we'll take care of it. Luckily you didn't open it so there are no legal issues." She said.

"Okay.. Am I missing something? This feels extremely weird.." 

"Yeah, it's your first time encountering such a problem.. For us it might be the 100th time. But don't worry, we'll make sure to never repeat this mistake again." The woman said with a yawn. 

"I see.."

You nod and thank her, then close the door and sit down at your couch. Kind of still in shock. Could this be targeted at you?

But the woman didn't say it was targeted to you, actually she never gave any explanation of how this package was delivered to your address.. Surely there weren't any of those weird pranksters behind this... 

You thought of reporting it to your friends but refrained from doing so, not wanting to burden them with your small worries, so instead you just went back to what you were doing.

You walked to your bedroom and carefully woke your cat up, brushing its fur until it slowly woke up. You still didn't know if it was a girl or boy but you didn't mind either. 

You remembered what Kunikuzushi told you about going to the vet for a check up so you searched up the nearest vet and quickly dressed up to take your cat there. 

While you were going about your day with little to no worries, Kunikuzushi on the other hand was frustrated. 

"We've confiscated the bomb successfully." Sayu says as she shows the picture of an x-ray. It was a scan of the contents of the mysterious package that was delivered to your home. 

Ayato hums in satisfaction as he goes through the reports given by his employee, then sliding them towards Kunikuzushi who could only clench his fist. He felt furious at whoever set the bomb up, especially towards you. 

"As promised we made sure to keep your woman safe and not to reveal anything. So hand over the files I requested please." The Kamisato says calmly. 

"Here." Kunikuzushi carelessly throws the USB stick over to Ayato who easily catches it with his thumb and index finger. He gives a sign and Sayu immediately pulls out a laptop and hands it over to him. 

As Ayato puts in the USB Kunikuzushi stands up, ready to leave but is stopped by Ayato's voice. 

"Wait a minute, you're not done yet." 

"What." Kunizkushi visibly glares as he sits back down at his seat. 

"A few questions I have about this particular harbinger.." Ayato says, slowly shifting his gaze over to Kunikuzushi. "So the Knave huh.. Is one of the 10 Snezhnayan diplomats while also being the criminally most wanted child trafficker?" 

"Correct." 

"And this is the database of all the children she has accumulated over the years?" 

"From up to last year, yes."

"Where are all the names of the children though? All I see are the dates of and some other number behind them."

"That is, because it isn't of importance who the child's identity is, rather when they were taken and the ranks of the children."

Ayato's face changed expressions and started to frown. "So these are randomly targeted children, is that what you are saying?"

"Oh that?" Kunikuzushi let out a chuckle, seemingly changing moods. "The bitch mostly lured those with unstable homes away and portrayed herself as their angel coming to save them. Children are dumb and fall easily for these kinds of acts, even more when they view the person as a hero who has come to save them. They don't know they'll be tricked into being their little soldiers, they don't know it's all an elaborate scheme just to make money off of them or use them.. But in the end, it's all for the Fatui's benefit." 

Ayato sighed, now being able to confirm that the rumors were indeed true. Children who were offered a chance at a young age that then become one of them, one of the Fatui. But Kunikuzushi didn't seem to want to wait for him to end his thoughts and continued.

"But we also have those who are specifically targeted. Sometimes harbingers request for certain specific children.. And one of them is the Doctor." Kunikuzushi spoke that name with disgust.

"As you know he's known as Snezhnaya's greatest scientist Dottore. He graduated from the Sumeru Akademiya as the first person from Snezhnaya. Truly fascinating, no? Yet his fascination for humans was even greater as he loved to experiment with the human body." Kunikuzushi speaks as he closes his eyes, feeling the memories of his past flood in.

"So, he's one of the few harbingers that requests children for his 'hobby', as he calls it."

Ayato's mouth dropped wide open. Kunikuzushi looks at him in satisfaction before slowly making his way towards the door.

"I suppose this is enough for today, I'll take my leave now."

While Kunikuzushi leaves, Ayato is left alone in his office to process everything. 

Kunikuzushi's smirk disappeared from his face as soon as nobody watched him. He was disgusted by Dottore's hobbies, disgusted by his personality and him in general. How much he wanted to kill... It was an understatement.

He wanted to torture him as much and even more than he did with him. Back when he was still a kid.

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Notes:

Still thinking how to incorporate Fontaine characters into this story and when to add the memory bubbles. 🤔

And I just realized the memory Bubble I posted isn't even really related to the chapter 💀 like it doesn't have the connection 😭 but anyways here's the link

Summary:

You've dated Scaramouche in your high school and college years but just as you wanted to announce your pregnancy to him he broke up with you without any reason. He left you to be a single mom for 7 years. But now that your daughter has been missing and abducted for a year and you've not been doing well and out of a sudden he showed up into your life again trying to apologize for his past mistakes..?

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A Past Encounter - Bucky Barnes x reader (nsfw)

Summary: Being in a relationship with Bucky, Y/N prided herself on knowing him quite well but when she’s accidentally teleported back to 1940, Y/N discovers that there is a whole other Bucky that she has yet to meet. The sweet flirt that had everything going for him before his unfortunate capture by HYDRA.

Word Count: 2400+

Warnings: 40’s Bucky & Steve, flirty 40’s Bucky, small 40’s Steve, slight angst, sage advice from good ol' Steve, massaging, flustered Bucky, fluff

a/n: not proofread.

Series Masterlist

Main Masterlist

Chapter Ten

Two weeks have passed since Bucky gave Y/N a copy of the key to the apartment and the majority of that time was spent outside of it. 

Y/N simply couldn’t stay in one place when she had the solution to returning home right in the palm of her hand. However, within those two weeks, she was beginning to understand a very important piece of information: how much she didn’t understand science. 

The general stuff like Newton’s laws and the process of which plants grow is called photosynthesis, but anything out of range of high school science was beginning to irritate her. 

Of course she hadn’t considered the possibility where she was utterly confused since she thought of herself as a decently gifted person; this little escapade made her reevaluate her actual intelligence. 

If only Tony were here, he could help me… Y/N mentally sighed, slumping her hand onto the table she sat at. 

Then she scoffed, If he was here I wouldn’t need to be doing this; he would have already fashioned up a device that time travels.

She sat up, staring at the notes piled around the table as well as the pencil abandoned a few inches from her hand. Her brain wasn’t reading any of the notes, simply staring at the combination of different subjected notes spread out around the surface. The lead of the pencil had somewhat smeared across a few of the pages while the pen she had also used remained bolded in its black ink. 

To be honest, she felt a little tired looking out over all the scribbles causing her eyes to narrow a bit. 

“Hey, Y/N.” 

Like a train wreck, that one familiar voice sent her into an unexpected panic. She whipped her head to meet Steve’s eyes as he looked down at her, standing a few feet away. 

She had to resist the urge to completely scatter her notes about because if she tried to hide them, that would only make Steve curious and she really didn’t need that. So instead of trying to cover up all the notes, Y/N opted to somewhat hide the ones sitting directly under her arms. 

“Oh hey, Steve! Wasn’t expecting you here today!” Y/N smiled, trying to reel in her nerves. 

Luckily, Steve was none the wiser to her internal panic. “What are you up to?”

Before he was done with his question, he was already reaching his thin hand out to pick up her notes scattered on the table. She watched his eyes inevitably scan across the page to read the words written on them.

She swallowed harshly. “Well I was just doing some research.”

“Research on what?” He asked, setting down one page of handwritten scribbles to the next. 

“Just a curiosity of different sciences.” Y/N waved her hand back and forth while an anxious smile made a home across her face. 

Steve hummed in response, blue eyes flicking up to glance at her before he continued reading. His eyes scanned over every word, not understanding all of it but becoming impressed all the same, and that was reflected in the way he would occasionally look up to Y/N with a smile. 

“So you can understand this kind of stuff?” He asked after a minute or two. 

Y/N resisted the urge to cringe at the question; the past two weeks have made it clear she only understood some of it. Nonetheless, she nodded. “Yeah, I mean most of it. Some topics take a bit of work to wrap my mind around it.”

“Still, that’s pretty incredible. You could use this for a job or something.” He praised with complete sincerity. 

“Oh I don’t know about that…” Y/N immediately rebutted. “And anyway, I don’t think there would be much point; I probably won’t be here that long.” 

As soon as the words left her mouth, she noticed Steve’s abrupt pause. He simply sat still, staring at a point in the table that Y/N could not see. For a second, she thought perhaps she had hurt his feelings. 

He took a breath, like he was carefully choosing his next words. “You know, just because you might not be here for very long, doesn’t mean you can’t live the life you want.” 

Y/N couldn’t help the furrow in her brow as she bit her lip, the remnants of a nervous laugh making its way up her throat. “I-I know, I guess I just….well, I’m afraid that if I let myself live my life here then I’ll forget how my life was, forget who I was.”

She couldn’t help the pang of despair hitting her heart once the words left her mouth. 

“I understand.” Steve sympathized, “...and I’m not saying you need to forget, in fact, don’t.”

Her gaze snapped up to meet his earnest expression. 

“Whatever has happened in your life up until now is what made you into who you are today. What’s important is to make room for other experiences to become more of yourself, and who knows? Maybe it’ll be a good thing.”

“Like meeting you and Bucky?” She said almost instinctively. 

Then Steve laughed, not the kind of teasing laugh but one fueled by the compassion of friendship. “I suppose you could say that. It’s been fun having you around.”

Y/N smiled. “It’s only been a few weeks.” 

He nodded, “It’s been a good few weeks.” 

They both then hummed in appreciation of each other, acknowledging that they’ve both had some sort of impact on one another’s lives even if not much time had passed since they met. Technically, Y/N met them a long time from the current time, however this was a different Steve than she was used to and on some level, it was like they truly only met a few weeks ago. 

Steve tapped on the table a few times, then stood up from the chair. “It’s getting a little late in the afternoon, want to pick something to make for dinner? Unless you’re still trying to study.”

Y/N followed suit, and stood up. “No, that’s alright. I was starting to get a little stir crazy anyway.” 

“Well alright then.” Steve beamed, then gestured for Y/N to walk ahead of him. 

She swiftly gathered up all her research notes, stuffing them inside a notebook before walking off in the direction of the front door of the library. 

They both stepped outside at the same time, and headed off to the nearest supermarket, taking joy in each other’s company. 

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It had been around 5:30pm by the time Bucky got home from work. Per usual, he felt the soreness of working in a mechanic’s shop; bending in awkwards places and lifting ungodly heavy objects did nothing to help his muscles. The only good thing he could say that came out of it was his toned body (which he was not ashamed to admit). Though the aching left him wanting a hot bath to ease the pain. 

He barely managed to open the door but as soon as he did, the smell of delicious spices hung in the air of the apartment. 

Instantly, he forgot about the aching of his joints and instead focused on the smell permeating the air which led him to the tiny kitchen. There, standing side by side, was Steve and Y/N expectedly peering around the kitchen wall. 

They heard him walk in as soon as he opened the door. 

“Hey, Bucky.” Steve greeted first. 

“Hi, Bucky! You have a good day at work?” Y/N greeted, quickly following it up with a question. 

It was a normal question, one that no one even thinks about but he was thinking about it and reacting to it. The way she smiled up at him when she asked, the sweet tone of her voice like silk, and her eyes glowing as if he were the only person in the world. It all caused his heart to thump wildly while trying to keep his exterior looking calm. 

Taking a breath, he answered. “Yeah it was good. I’m just a little sore.” 

He could then see the flash of concern over her face as she continued to absentmindedly stir something in the pot on the stove. Though she didn’t say anything as Steve stepped in. 

“We’re making beef stew; we picked up the ingredients before we got back.” 

Bucky nodded his head, eyes finally jutting over to his friend. “That sounds good, we haven’t had stew in a while.” 

“It was Steve’s idea. He told me that Monday’s are quite hectic for you at work so he said that a big meal might make you feel better or something like that.” Y/N explained, as she turned away from him to focus on the pot. “I thought it was a nice gesture.” 

“Yeah, good ol’ Steve, acting like my mother.” Bucky joked as he turned away and headed toward the living room. Both Steve and Y/N watched as he dragged himself over to the cushioned chair, then plopped down with a thud. 

He sat still for a minute, opting not to move so as to not upset his body and when he was comfortable enough, he rested his arms on his knees as he leaned his head down. 

“Do you think he’s okay?” Y/N asked, taking her off of Bucky to look at Steve. 

Steve had also still been looking at Bucky when Y/N turned to him, but he soon returned her gaze. “He’ll be fine, this is how Monday’s usually go for him.” 

“I see.” Was all she said, looking back to the brunette. 

After a few seconds of silence, Steve spoke again. “Here, why don’t you…” He paused for a minute as he grabbed a washcloth from one of the drawers, and put it under the faucet. “take this to Bucky and ask him yourself.” 

His small hand squeezed out the excess water and handed it to Y/N, who seemed a bit confused but still took the cloth to walk into the living room. 

She could tell right away that Bucky hadn’t sensed her approach because once she was beside him, he jerked a bit. 

“Oh sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.” Y/N quickly apologized. 

Bucky waved off the apology. “Oh no that’s okay, I was lost in my head is all.”

“Steve told me to give you this…” She mentioned extending the washcloth to him. 

He chuckled as he gently took it from her hand. “Steve thinks I look disgusting when I come home from the shop.” 

Soon he began to wipe off his face and hands, the dark grease and soot sticking to the wet cloth. 

Feeling slightly mischievous, Y/N smirked. “Can you blame him? You do look gross.” 

“Oh well thanks, I’ll make sure to clean up before I get home, Princess.” He playfully retorted, taking one final swipe of the cloth over his face. 

Y/N quietly laughed, “Why thank you, sir.” 

Neither said anything until Bucky went to rub the back of his next and he groaned in clear discomfort. 

“Are you okay?” Y/N asked, stepping forward and subconsciously resting her hand lightly on his shoulder. Bucky immediately noticed but didn’t mention it. 

“Yeah, I’m okay. Like I said earlier I’m sore, it hurts more now that I’ve finally had a chance to sit down and relax.” 

“Would you like me to massage your shoulders for a little bit? See if that helps?” She kindly offered him.

Bucky had to force himself to not blurt out an enthusiastic yes at the idea the moment she suggested it. Thankfully, he was able to compose himself and think rationally. “Uh yeah, sure why not?” 

Y/N stepped behind him and the not so tall lounge chair, briefly placing her hands on his shoulders then taking them away. 

“Actually, do you have a shirt underneath this one?” She asked, gently tugging on the collar of his button up. 

“Yeah, why?” 

She hummed, “Because it’ll be easier to massage your muscles without the button-up.” 

Bucky didn’t know why, but those words sent heat straight to his face. He mentally thanked the dull, orange glow of the lamps lighting the apartment or else Y/N might’ve been able to see his red cheeks. “It would, wouldn’t it?”

He brought his now sweaty palms up to his collar, beginning to unbutton each one down the expanse of his torso. Once loose enough, he shrugged off the shirt from his shoulders to reveal the raw muscle underneath. The moment they were exposed, Y/N carefully laid her hands on him and began to carefully press against the sore spots. 

As soon as her fingers made contact with them, Bucky softly groaned. 

“I’m sorry, did that hurt?” Y/N asked, ceasing her movements. 

He shook his head. “No, please keep going.” 

Without a word, she continued. She made sure to gauge his reactions whenever pressing down on any particularly knotted spots, pushing either harder or softer depending on the expression on his face. Overall, he seemed to enjoy the harder caresses of her hands as it released the tension considerably in his shoulders. 

This went on for several minutes, and as each minute passed Bucky became sleepier and sleepier, falling into a hazy state of consciousness while Y/N massaged him. He still had awareness of the world around him, but could only focus on how good she was making him feel. 

And Y/N got caught up in the habit of rolling her hands against his muscles, almost possessed by the action, that at some point dug her fingers into his brown rooted tresses. Now she began to rake her fingertips along his scalp, admiring the way he shivered and took in a sharp breath; eyes still fully closed. 

He was beautiful. 

She leaned forward, hands no longer moving, and pressed a kiss to his temple. 

Her half narrowed eyes widened when she caught Bucky staring up at her in surprised awe, a gasp leaving her lips. She jumped back, bringing her hands flat on her flaming cheeks. 

“I’m so sorry, I don’t know why I did that!” 

“Y/N it’s okay, I’m not-”

“Dinner is ready, you guys.” Steve shouted from the kitchen, dipping out of the small area to peer into the living room. He thought it was a little strange that the two of them stood several feet away and weren’t saying a word because the last he saw, Y/N had been standing right next to Bucky.

“Okay, Steve, sounds good. I’ll um…I’ll set the table.” Y/N stammered, making a b-line for the kitchen and fled past Steve. 

Steve watched Y/N rummage through one of the cabinets for a second then walked over to Bucky, voice hushed. “What happened?”

Bucky stood up from the chair, eyes staring past Steve and into the kitchen. “She kissed me.”

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[presidenthades]

Once again, I am doing a series of my behind-the-scenes thoughts for The Golds while I do light edits for formatting, typos, and continuity. Here’s Chapter 7!

My original expected chapter count for this fic was 7 (one stanza of “The Song of the Seven” for each chapter title), but as I started increasing the number, I realized I needed to get creative with chapter titles. For this chapter, I picked the penultimate lyric “close your eyes, you shall not fall” because much of the chapter consists of Aegon helping Jace not “fall” into a further downward spiral, and there’s a certain amount of faith required by all parties that everything is going to be OK in the end.

Originally, Jace’s road to recovery was going to be even rougher than in the final version. She refuses to eat or drink anything, and her family gets pretty desperate to the point of doing stupid things to get her to eat. But I felt like that was unnecessary angst and trauma, and she’s already been through enough, so I dialed it back.

Similarly, she was going to have bad perinatal depression up until and after she gave birth, and there was a sequence where she refused to even hold Cheeseball for some time after he was born. But again, it made me feel like I was whumping on Jace and Aegon for unnecessary pain, so I focused more on the “comfort” rather than the “hurt” part.

This chapter is in Aegon’s POV because it was originally supposed to be the second half of Chapter 6 before I realized it was way too long. After I cut it in half, I debated rewriting it in Jace’s POV, but she’s stuck inside her head a lot this chapter whereas Aegon has a lot more action and growth. We return to Jace in Chapter 8 when she’s feeling more like herself but still recovering.

Orwyle is not a popular character in the fandom, which is understandable. He only gets like one minute of screen time, but that one minute made me think a lot about his character. When he’s a junior maester, he suggests a new poultice to try on Viserys instead of the traditional leeching method, and he shows a bit of doctorly compassion to Rhaenys when Vaemond’s body is being prepared. In the book, Orwyle’s defining trait is that he’s cowardly (he literally rewrites history to make himself look better to the Blacks, and he flees from the ship taking him to the Wall). But I was intrigued by how he ends up working at a mid-level brothel and teaches the girls there to read (how he gets caught later). He didn’t have to teach them how to read, but he chose to anyway (to his own detriment).

Overall I consider Orwyle as someone who’s very talented at his job (healing and teaching), and is actually a pretty empathetic person (good quality in a doctor), but he’s not strong-willed and is willing to cave on his principles to stay alive. Not exactly a villain, definitely not a hero either. So he’s going to do his job and do it well, regardless of his patient (especially in this AU verse where there’s less conflict).

After three years in the Stepstones, I’d be shocked if Aegon didn’t learn first aid (same with Aemond). He’s not necessarily interested in healing and such, but he’s capable of basic combat-adjacent medical tasks. So he knows how to clean and bandage wounds, and he can recognize common healing herbs.

I don’t think I need to explain that Westeros has a pretty poor understanding of mental health and doesn’t know what therapy is 😅. For most people who’ve undergone trauma, they would probably be told “carry on, as you were, etc” and they have to just “get over it.” But Jace is a princess who doesn’t have to worry about earning a living, has an overprotective husband, and is pregnant with a very important baby so her health and comfort are of paramount importance. So she luckily has a supportive environment dedicated to her recovery.

As is stated later in the chapter/fic, Jace fires her remaining LIWs because she’s convinced herself that it’s her fault they were injured/killed, and sending them away from her service will keep them safe. Irrational to be sure, but Jace has always been prone to blaming herself for things. She’s also worried that firing the LIWs will reflect poorly on them, hence her trying to compensate them monetarily. But the offer is insulting to Rhaena, who acts as a LIW primarily out of love. If Jace were more herself, she would’ve realized the implications of her offer equating Rhaena’s love/loyalty with a monetary value.

Initially, Jace’s list of “safe people” is very short: Aegon and Luce. Aegon is self-explanatory. Of all her sisters, only Luce makes the initial list because a) they’ve always been very close and b) Luce was there when they found Jace at the Garden, so there’s an added feeling of security. Although Aemond was also at the Garden, he isn’t on the list because their prior relationship wasn’t nearly as close as the other two.

When Rhaenyra touches Jace’s face while trying to feed her, Jace flips out because the Tyroshi grabbed her face when forcing down the dreamwine and later during his attempt with moon tea.

A little irony in Aegon offering to be Jace’s taste tester, when you think about how he dies in F&B 😢.

During Chapter 7 of the Handbook, Luce picks up three dragonglass daggers from the blacksmith. I mentioned them in the Handbook commentaries, but I’ll reiterate that she intended for Jace, herself, and Joff to each have one, as the three full-blooded daughters of Rhaenyra and Laenor. Jace clearly hasn’t been using her dagger, except to display it on her mantel maybe.

Daemon has decided to develop an emergency protocol in case any of the Targ girls are kidnapped again. I’ve been debating writing a oneshot about it.

Castle kitchens are hot, loud, messy places, and a princess would have no reason to ever go there. In a castle as large as the Red Keep, there are probably multiple kitchens. I imagine the Holdfast has a king’s privy kitchen and queen’s privy kitchen solely for prepping their food, and probably other kitchens too. I imagine the largest kitchens to be in the main part of the Red Keep, and that’s where Aegon puts Gyles and Ronnel. It’s a longer walk to get the pies to Jace and Aegon, but Gyles and Ronnel have a much wider social circle of other servants. It’s also where Aegon has his little office of petitions, and he likes being able to run out and grab pies whenever he wants.

Gyles and Ronnel are used to Aegon, so they’re relatively chummy with him. But they’ve never met Jace before, have only ever seen her at 1000% gorgeousness during her wedding parade, and have heard plenty of Aegon’s stories about how perfect she is. Of course they treat her with more respect and awe than they treat Aegon 😛.

I like to think that Ronnel does become a knight one day, and he wins a tourney in Jace’s name 🥰. And he’d probably take on a house name like Baker to honor his father.

I was trying to figure out how orange juice was made before things like juicers were invented. England had cider presses for apples, but citrus wasn’t really a thing for them back in the Middle Ages. Eventually I stumbled across the citrus reamer, which is definitely something they could’ve carved/created back in the day, but I COULD NOT get over how phallic it looked 😂. Naturally, Aegon finds it hilarious. I’m debating whether Gyles truly is innocent or if he’s messing with Aegon and has a great poker face.

I lingered on the details of how the pies are made because it’s important that Jace sees the process for herself and internalizes that pies are safe foods, they aren’t drugged, Gyles is trustworthy, etc.

I wanted to make sure that Jace wasn’t in a depressed, traumatized torpor all the time, because that isn’t how it works. She can have “good” moments when she’s moving around and seems normal, and then there can be “bad” moments when something triggers her, or she’s having an off day, and she spirals. The important thing is that she’s overall making progress, and it’s OK if she has days when she takes a few steps back.

We got more info in Chapter 8 on what Jace and Luce talk about in the garden. Luce is thinking about her upcoming nameday, which is the earliest date that Rhaenyra will allow her to be betrothed. But then there’s another year until her sixteenth nameday, when Rhaenyra will allow her to get married. Luce is pretty impatient, so she wants to figure out how much canoodling she can get away with during the year in between. So she asks Jace, because she’s positive Aegon didn’t keep his hands entirely to himself before the official wedding 😏.

Aegon is now very loath to ever let Jace out of his sight again, unless he’s 100% sure she’s safe in their room. The Joff incident in Chapter 9 probably doesn’t help.

Luce always haggles, even if it’s about how much distance Aegon has to stay behind her and Jace.

Aegon immediately gets bored of guard duty. I wouldn’t be surprised if he had some form of ADHD: Impulsive, restless, moody, hyperfixation (usually on Jace, but he can get really into his sleuthing).

Hypersexuality sometimes occurs after trauma/sexual violence, hence Jace’s uncharacteristic behavior after the garden scene. And knowing Jace, she’s probably (wrongfully) blaming herself somehow for “leading on” the Tyroshi.

Luce heard the Langward knight gossiping about Jace and got upset, then Aemond beat up the knight to make her feel better, as one does.

Court life means people are always going to gossip and run with the most salacious rumor possible, and it reignites Aegon’s desire for a private life, where he and Jace can live according to their own devices without worrying about what other people think. Unless he pulls a Maegor, he can’t do anything to stop the courtiers from acting like courtiers. So he comes up with the Dragonstone solution, but it’s only a temporary solution. As Otto says in Chapter 10, they are inextricably a part of the game, and Aegon and Jace can only hide away in Dragonstone for so long.

When they were kids, Aegon came up with many plans that got them all in trouble, so Luce recognizes the face he makes 😝.

Aegon has a very soldier mindset of “just pack some clothes and leave,” without thinking about how complicated it is to actually pack a princess’ household. Luckily Luce knocks some sense into him!

I don’t know what winter roses are supposed to look like except that they’re blue, but I liked the idea of petals close together huddling for warmth. And I completely made up Valyrian roses. Not sure if they actually came from Valyria or if it’s named just for the appearance.

Despite everything that happened, Jace is STILL WORKING 😭. What else do we expect from a girl who worked on her wedding night, I guess…

KL has a well system (it’s a big deal during Jaehaerys’s reign), but I imagine the public wells and fountains get real dirty real fast, especially in poorer parts of the city. When Jace was at the Garden, I imagine the girls had limited clean water to offer her for drinking and washing because they have to walk pretty far for good water. So Jace is thinking about that as she writes her well cleaning proposal.

I’ve been thinking a while about writing an Otto POV fic, and one of the ideas I jotted down for myself was that Otto is secretly a nerd about public infrastructure and sanitation. Oldtown seems to be a much cleaner and better run city than KL. I like to think about Otto adopting pet projects that make the capital less smelly and dirty. So Otto is naturally a supporter of a well cleaning project, and I’ve mentioned before that he likes Jace. Also he’s very invested in the pregnancy being successful, so he’ll do his part to reduce stressors.

Once again, the key to influencing/manipulating Jace is not by appealing to her own desires, but by appealing to the happiness and well-being of her loved ones. Aegon knows this, and it’s a good thing he adores her too much to use this power for evil.

Aegon’s household is basically just Gyles and Ronnel, so his departure preparations are quick. I’m sure he has personal servants assigned to him who handle his laundry and such, but he probably bribed them years ago to leave him alone so he can have privacy and sneak out. And he became rather self-sufficient in the Stepstones (although as royalty, he would’ve had servants there too for menial stuff), so he doesn’t want anyone helping him dress or shave or bathe or whatnot.

Aemond is such a bro, holding down a knight so Aegon can beat him up 🥲. Aegon knows Jace would disapprove of him breaking someone’s jaw for gossiping so he’s careful not to leave any evidence on his person.

Aegon also knows how to push Aemond’s buttons, so he easily convinces Aemond to join the Dragonstone vacation. Aemond would probably have invited himself anyway once he found out about the guest list.

While Jace has been reducing the governing work she does during pregnancy, Rhaenyra has been doing more of it. In canon, Rhaenyra seems content to isolate herself with her family at Dragonstone, so I carried over that attitude of savoring domestic bliss into this verse. But here, Jace is an overachiever, and I think her example kickstarts Rhaenyra into being more active too. So Rhaenyra has work obligations, and social ones as she’s been ingratiating herself at court again. It would be difficult to pack up her entire household (much larger than Jace and Aegon’s) and disappear to Dragonstone for 2-3 months, so she can’t immediately leave like the kids can.

Like Aegon, Rhaenyra is a bit paranoid now about letting Jace out of her sight. She’s also had a longstanding petty grudge about Jace picking Aegon as her #1, so she strongly disapproves of Aegon’s plan to take Jace away, even though Dragonstone is very close and technically her castle.

Aegon is not what I’d call emotionally mature, and he’s a troublemaker by nature. So he deliberately responds to Rhaenyra with things he knows she’ll hate hearing. And in the end, he forces Rhaenyra’s hand by telling Jace “of course Rhaenyra would love for us to go to Dragonstone” 😇.

Poor Daeron is too pure for Daemon’s Torture 101 class. Meanwhile Joff has an avid clinical interest in human anatomy, and Daemon is having the time of his life. Targ family bonding!

The Tyroshi put a collar on Jace, so Daemon put a collar on him to make things fair.

The Tyroshi knows he’s never going to escape, and he’s already endured an awful amount of torture/mutilation. At this point his goal is to die swiftly, so he tries to provoke Aegon into killing him.

I haven’t 100% decided the Tyroshi’s backstory, but I’m imagining him coming from one of the powerful conclave families in Tyrosh. There was absolutely no need for him to go to Westeros and make money through usury and slavery; he chose to because he thought it’d be fun to “get one over” the Targaryens by conducting a trafficking ring in their own capital (I imagine Tyrosh having an ancestral hatred of Valyrians, even though a lot of their culture was inherited from them as a result of being part of their empire). Just in case it wasn’t clear what kind of sadistic sociopathic person he is.

Joff has been brooding a lot about Laenor’s death ever since they found Old Willow, and now her guilt is carrying over into recent events with Jace.

We will learn more about the wet nurse in Aegon’s memory in future fics 👀. She calls him “Uncrowned One” because in this verse, he’ll be another Aegon the Uncrowned.

“Three children you shall have with your wife, black or green or something in between.” In canon, Aegon has three kids with Helaena. In this verse…well, I feel like I’ve dropped a lot of foreshadowing about him and Jace 😊. “In between” refers to how there isn’t a strong black/green divide in this verse, but there’s a new faction (gold) that includes people on both sides.

“All of them shall break like your legs and wings.” In canon, all of Aegon and Helaena’s children die terribly, and Aegon and Sunfyre end up crippled. In this verse, there is a close call during Cheeseball’s birth; if the maester and midwives had chosen to save Jace, the process for extracting a stuck baby is really gruesome.

“Unless you keep this little shadow close to the sun.” Jace has gotten a lot of sun imagery in this fic, and Joff is kinda obviously the shadow. It’s because of Joff’s intervention that the birth ends well. So there’s a way to avoid the “broken” part of the prophecy, but the condition must be met.

Aegon is a skeptic when it comes to witchcraft and prophecy, but there’s a reason his subconscious brings to the memory at this moment. Don’t leave Joff behind!

Aemond finds it extremely undignified that Vhagar, the largest dragon in the world and a veteran of multiple military conflicts, has been relegated to delivering baggage.

The stained dancing slippers that Jace finds in her room at Dragonstone are the same slippers that someone (Luce) accidentally ruins in Chapter 3 of the Handbook.

Valyria is strongly inspired by Classical Greece and Rome, so I decided to give them Roman-style bathhouses, which were often decorated with mosaics and has a hot room, warm room, and cold room. The Targs (or whoever built the castle) imported this to Dragonstone, and the volcano means they can get hot water very easily. Aegon was in the guest quarters last time he visited so this is his first time seeing the family bathhouse.

Some commenters suggested that Luce and Aemond are probably canoodling during their trips to the Dragonmont. There might be some of that going on, but Aemond is a huge dragon nerd, so I can imagine him geeking out about exploring the Dragonmont while Luce is disgruntled about him being oblivious to her attempts to make out 😂.

Gerardys is hoping that Jace will be OK with him and the midwives helping her by the time it’s time to give birth. But in case she isn’t OK, he decides to put one of the Targ girls on a midwifery fast-track. He picks Baela because she’s the strongest of the bunch, and acting as a midwife can be very physically exhausting.

Meanwhile, the mysterious bangs in the tower are Joff and Daeron trying to figure out ways to light the glass candle. This involves blowing up some stuff along the way.

Hyrkoon the Hero is part of ASOIAF lore, one of the potential alternative names for Azor Ahai. I decided that he’s the main character in quite a few fairy tales/myths, and every hero needs a sidekick. I invented the sidekick Santus the Swine by combining a half-pig character in Chinese folklore and Don Quixote’s Sancho Panza (whose name is supposedly derived from the Latin Sanctus), and it wasn’t until afterwards that I thought about the Pink Dread (which never happened in this universe because Jace stopped Aegon). I guess Aemond really can’t escape the pig references in any universe 🐷.

Anyway, Aegon’s really lucky he didn’t get himself and baby Jace killed when he shoved their wagon down their stairs. And Jace not being cut by the Iron Throne is a sign, maybe??? 👀👀👀 And yes, there is much symbolism in little Aegon helping baby Jace climb up the throne 🥺.

Chapter 8 commentary here

[fairycheol]

nct 127 as older brothers

warnings: implied fem!reader, mentions of food, periods, minor injury and mental health issues

서영호

Johnny loves teasing the crap out of you, in front of family, his friends, YOUR friends, and especially around anyone he knows you like. (why you gotta be like that John ☹️)

He’s very overprotective. Luckily no one has ever tried anything with you cause ain’t nobody trying to get a 6ft tattooed man threatening to shove them in a locker (he has fr said this).

Given that Johnny was an only child for like half of his life when you first came into the picture he was NOT happy. He never liked to hold you or even sit next to you, he just thought you were gross. (it’s a baby johnny be fr)

As time went on though he grew to actually like you 😱. No but seriously, he’s very proud of the person you’ve become and tries to show up to very important events that you have because you’re his younger sibling and he loves you that much.

이태용

If i remember correctly Taeyong already has an older sister so when he found out he was getting ANOTHER sister, bro almost broke down.

Actually no he did in fact have a break down.

Unlike Johnny tho, he swore from the second you took your first breath that he was gonna nurture and care for you. He was acting more like a mom than your actual mom 🤦‍♀️

He makes you breakfast, lunch and dinner. Always has the pantry filled with your favorite snacks. He does your hair even when you don’t want him to and most importantly he keeps you from loosing your sanity.

When it came to school Taeyong always made sure you weren’t exhausting yourself physically or mentally. He’d let you cry in his arms for however long necessary to get all the nasty feelings out.

中本悠太

Yuta also already has sisters so when you were born he simply accepted having a brother would probably never happen.

Because of his older sisters Yuta is great at painting your nails, doing your make-up and doing your hair. He’s also very careful around you when it’s yk that time of the month. He’s been traumatized before and he is not gonna risk anything.

He LIVES for any school drama and it’s mandatory you give him every single detail, he’ll sit crisscross on your carpet listening to you rant while giving his two cents,

“no way she did that!” “see i never trusted her smth about the way she walks” “what a two faced bitch like seriously 😒 “

yeah he loves gossiping.

김동영

Doyoung was a little awkward when you were born because he was used to playing with other guys so having to be taught how to play with a baby let alone a girl was a little confusing.

He caught on relatively quick though (he got some paternal instincts fs) and was settling in to being a protective older brother just fine.

The two of you would eventually team up to bully your eldest brother because well it’s just what obnoxious younger siblings do.

Back to the paternal instincts, Doyoung for sure has you promise to message him every hour when you go out with friends and insist he pick you up from school or anything that involves you being gone for hours at a time.

One time, you got stood up on a date and when he picked you up and eventually got you home he snooped through your phone (cause you knocked out after crying) found the guys address and was almost arrested for destroying someone’s property.

Don’t mess with Doyoung.

정윤오

Jaehyun is just a weird older brother. That’s just the vibe he gives me. He doesn’t really care what you do or who you hang out with but if any of his friends try flirting with you *cough* Johnny *cough* then he’s gonna get overprotective,

“i love my friends but they CAN NOT be trusted in relationships, they all function on one collective brain cell” Nvm Doyoung might be the only one he trusts around you.

Jaehyun def thinks your an obnoxious little shit after you tour his ass apart for legally changing his name to YoonOh (why Jae? WHY?!), but that’s just what he gets for always making fun of you.

I also think he’s the type of brother to ask your opinion on a girl before he asks her out and if you have a y problems with a girlfriend of his cause let’s say she’s being a bitch, he 100% listens to you and breaks up with them. Love that for him.

김정우

Yk how Jungwoo kind of kept his older sister a secret? Yeah the members didn’t find out about you till like a few months ago and it was in the worst way possible.

Jungwoo was bringing the entirety of 127 to your parents house and stepped out for some groceries and told nobody you’d be getting home from school so walking through the front door you were met with a bunch of grown men standing on top of your couch holding pillows up as protection 💀.

Jungwoo likes to bring up that moment and any other embarrassing moments of yours that he’s witnessed to make fun of you, like the time at a dance recital you tripped and face planted in front of everyone. (you were 6)

Jungwoo is another MAJOR gossip queen. It’s to the point y’all have code names for people (which like same), but it really makes no sense since Jungwoo is never gonna interact with your classmates you have drama with 😭.

이민형

Idk why but Mark gives me the vibe that he’s an older brother who for some reason is just terrified of you 😭. From day one bro has kept his distance and i think he has the mindset that he’s gonna do smth to upset you so he’d rather play it safe.

The whole distance thing changed when he began spending like 90% in the SM building training at the age of 13. He got really homesick and missed the full family moment’s.

He’s a great listener tho, when school is getting stressful or arguments with friends/significant others occur he’s gonna let you talk through your feelings and on some occasions he’ll give you advice.

He’s def written poems about his family, like i’m thoroughly convinced he has written for his mom, dad his brother and now YOU 🫵🏼, it’s his way of showing his appreciation without yk, getting embarrassed having to verbally say anything.

idk if you can tell but i started running out of ideas so please give requests even if my writing is bad 🤟🏼.

[sunbunzie]

Hot Take: Hero would not forgive Sunny and Basil. (MAJOR SPOILERS!)

Last warning for spoilers :3 Also longevity warning. This thing is 1118 words total. lmao. Also if you’re expierencing thoughts about suicide, please reach out. (TRIGGER WARNING: Suicide, A POV of depression, Omori stuff man this game makes me want to sob) The truth about Mari is that Mari didn’t take her own life- Sunny pushed her down the stairs accidentally. Witnessing this, a panicked Basil decides to “help” Sunny by framing Mari’s death as suicide, hanging our dearest Mari on a tree bu a jumprope, making everyone believe she committed suicide. 

Little, innocent Aubrey thought she committed suicide. Our rau of sunshine Kel thought she committed suicide. And Mari’s dear lover, our Hero, thought she committed suicide. 

Lets talk about Hero’s grief for a bit.

-HEROS GRIEF-

As stated by KEL in the game, Hero refused to get out of bed, go to school, eat, and other important things because of Mari’s death. This lasted for about a year.

Kel then continues on to say that he tried to get Hero out of bed one day, saying how everyone misses him and such. Hero responds negatively to this, still stuck in a abyss of depression. The more Kel tried to encourage him, the more and more upset Hero gets, until the point where he snaps at his on brother. 

“He suddenly got up and started screaming and yelling at me about a bunch of stuff. Some of it eas pretty hurtful too..” 

-KEL

We all know, under any other circumstance, Hero would never say anything mean or hurtful to Kel. Even sibling-to-sibling “bullying” doesn’t apply to these two. They care for each other enough to never say anything mean.

But under this circumstance, Mari is gone. Hero loved Mari. And now she was gone. But Hero was still alive. (/ref lmao.) He became so overcome with grief and sadness that he just unpiled it onto young Kel, who was only trying to help. Luckily, after their parents be literal bitches and ignore Kel crying and comfort Hero, Hero comes to his senses and apologizes to Kel over and over. Hero seems to get better after this.

“Eventually, mom and mom ran to our room and rushed over to hug him to calm him down. 

-(cut part because this isnt a kel analysis post. sorry buddy you gotta wait your turn)

“I think that’s when HERO got his senses back, because he ran to me and hugged me right away. 

“Just kept apologizing over and over..

”But.. at least HERO got a lot better after that. He started taking care of himself again..”

BUT OF COURSE we know he really didn’t get better. When Hero joins your party, at first he doesn’t want to go to Mari’s grave. Whenever Sunny tried to go there, Hero stops him by saying he isn’t ready yet.

When we do get there however, its then revealed that Hero never realky visited Mari’s grave. Probably because it hurt to think about her. Every day, every waking moment he was reminded of her, and he couldn’t stop her from leaving him. Four yeare, four years he blamed himself for Mari’s suicide, thinking and forcing himself to believe that it was all his fault because he didn’t see the signs to stop her from leaving…

Except there were no signs.

Mari never chose to leave them.

She never chose to take her life.

She didnt take her own life.

Instead, the one who took her life..

Was her brother, Sunny.

-THE TRUTH-

While we have absolutely no idea what happens after the good ending/any of the endings (well we know Sunny moved and left Basil to pick up the scraps 💀 we’ll save that for another post), since this fandom is so goddamn immersed we do have enough to make a theory about each friend. 

A lot of people say they would all forgive Sunny and Basil eventually, but I think the case is different with Hero. Which is probably what you’re here for actually, so let’s just set the claim:

Hero will NOT be able to forgive Sunny and Basil, and he might never be able to forgive them.

This is because of Hero’s Grief.

Imagine that you loved someone dearly (could be platonic for all you aromantic besties) and they committed suicide. 

Imagine you spent four years blaming yourself, grieving, asking yourself “why” every single day, because there was nothinf you could do to stop them, you didnt see the signs, you thought everything was fine with them, but you were wrong, and you failed them. You’d call yourself the worst lover/best friend to ever exist, beating yourself into a mindset that they never loved you, or if they did, they didnt love you enough to stick around, and that impacted your life so badly that you almost starved yourself and starting saying mean things to your family/those who are trying to help.

Now imagine that..

And then crumple it up and throw it away.

Everything was a lie. You thought they killed themselves, but in the end someone else was responsible for their death. Someone else took their life. Someone else made you believe that they hung themselves and that you failed and that you’re a failure and that you don’t deserve to live while they’re gone.

Sure, the whole thing was an acccident, but either way that grief was all for NOTHING. Ever bad thought, every remark, every meal skipped, every day spent in bed was a waste. You never had anything to blame yourself for. It was never your fault. And the two people reponsible had hidden it for four years.

Hell, screw what I said before about it beibg an accident. The pushing was accidental, but the hanging wasnt. Of course, Basil was a scared kid, but why wasnt the ambulance the first thing in mind? Why did they frame her? Why did Sunny let him do it?

Some people argue that Hero forgave Aubrey for pushing Basil in the lake, but that was different. Yes, they were both impulses of anger, but Basil had time to survive. People were there. You can get water out of people’s lungs. You can’t fix a broken neck. 

And also, Aubrey had more witnesses. She wouldn’t have been able to frame it as anything, because the whole town would probably know about it within a few days (Gossiptown fr💀). If Basil died in the lake, there wouldn’t have been a hidden truth. There wouldnt have been lies. No four years of thinking Basil drowned himself. Because they already knew.

Now I’d suspect if Basil did actually die, the forgiveness wouldnt be so quick. (Someone better make a fanfic of that scenario /nf)

AND SO THE TL;DR IS: Hero would not forgive Sunny and Basil, because what it did to him was too mentally draining, and the lies were too much. No matter how much he would think about how it affected them, he would only ever be able to think about his grief and the consequences.

Again, this is my personal theory, but feel free to peacefully argue with me! Or give more details :0

Thanks for reading all of this, if you did! If y’all want to suggest things for me to analyze just use the asks thingy :3 or get me to talk about headcannons. I love headcannons.

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Warrior nun prompt: Jealous Ava. We can't get enough of Jealous Ava.

thank you, anon!

It starts simply enough.

The first time, Ava’s behind the bar. She’s in the middle of a long, long conversation with Hans—the product of a dead Tuesday afternoon. She’s just been right about something completely unimportant and is poised to gloat when a customer enters.

The woman is probably in her twenties. She’s got short brown hair and a bunch of tattoos and piercings and Ava thinks: this girl is cool. A cool new friend.

“Hey! What can I get you?” She says with the best welcoming grin she can manage.

The girl is aloof too, which adds to the cool. She orders a negroni and stands at the bar with her back to Ava while she makes it. Thing is, a person can only be so aloof before it gets objectively not cool, and Ava’s picked up on the vibe before she puts all her eggs in the friend basket. She’s cracking open a new bottle of Campari when the rest of the metephor-eggs fall right out.

Bea’s posted up in her little corner like always, going over the books like there's nothing more important. She goes over the books like, eight times a day, but it’s Beatrice and Beatrice never does anything by half-measures. She fills every cup to the brim, every line of every page in perfectly-spaced script.

And without her knowledge, this woman, this once-cool woman is leering at her.

If Beatrice could wrest her focus away from a task without a fight breaking out, like, ever, then maybe she’d see. Maybe she’d give the woman one of those looks that could cut glass and send her running. Ava’s seen it before—that’s what real cool is.

But Beatrice has her nose in the binder, maneuvering her pen through her fingers with the expertise of someone who can knife someone between the eyes from across a room. Ava drops her orange twice.

“Negroni,” Ava announces, none too kind.

She starts cleaning and the fucking woman doesn’t even turn to look—doesn’t even thank her. She just grabs her drink and walks right over to Beatrice and sits at her table.

That’s Bea’s fucking table, Ava thinks. That’s her personal space.

Obviously they’re going to have a situation, because Bea is going to knock the shit—

Bea closes her binder, smiles—smiles at the woman.

Does she know this asshole? Beatrice is an excellent judge of character, there’s no way she’d give the time of day to—

They’re talking.

“Uh… Ava?”

She doesn’t take her eyes off the table. “Huh?”

It's Hans. “The, uh—the glass is clean.”

…so it is.

~

The woman is back.

She’s lucky they’re busy and Hans is the only one that can take her order for her stupid idiot negroni because if it were up to Ava? Oh—

Discreet, she hears Bea’s voice in her head.

Yeah, but she can get into a little bar fight. It’s just that this woman is rude. She sees her being rude to Hans too, from across the bar. Same bullshit as last time.

Luckily, Bea doesn’t have to field this woman today, because she’s retreated to her hidey hole upstairs. She goes up there when they get busy, this Ava knows. Maybe if Ava popped up to check on her, to let her know not to come down until the woman is gone—

Bea’s coming down the stairs. Shit.

Ava watches the exact moment the woman clocks Bea, and Bea—ever perceptive—notices her too.

The woman raises her glass towards Bea, and Ava wants to throw up. Lame. Lame, lame, how stupid and lame.

But—and this is maddening—Bea walks right up to the woman and accepts a hug.

“Excuse me?”

She feels like her head’s going to detach she whips it around so fast. “What?”

The patron looks affronted. “A beer. Give me one.”

Ooooh she does not have a wherewithal to fight this man and the woman bothering Beatrice. She shoves a beer into his hand and when she turns to look, both Bea and the woman are gone.

Something cold slips down her spine, and she doesn’t stop to think about what it might be.

~

The third time it happens, Ava has to do something.

Twice is a coincidence. Thrice? No.

The woman doesn’t even go to the bar first, she heads right for Bea and Bea gives her a hug and for fuck’s sake.

“Hey Hans?” She’s not really going to ask him. “I’m going to take a break.”

It’s four in the afternoon and her shift started thirty minutes ago. Hans is probably saying as much as she stalks towards Bea’s table, but she's not listening to anything but the blood rushing in her ears.

“Hey, welcome,” her voice is too loud, too grating. Whatever. “Did you need something from the bar?” The woman opens and closes her mouth like a fish, and Ava doesn’t give her a chance to respond. “Beatrice? Can you help me grab some more beers?”

Bea is on her feet in a second, which is excellent, but apologizes to the woman for leaving, which is not.

“Ava?” Bea’s asking, right behind her as they climb the stairs. “Ava, what is it? What’s wrong?”

“Who is that?”

“Who is—the woman I was sitting with?”

“Yeah. Yes. She comes around here all the time and sits with you! I just—I want to know who she is.” The moment it comes out of her mouth, the moment she can hear what she’s been thinking… Ava realizes how insane it sounds. “I mean. You—you know who I hang out with, right? Hans… uh. Jakob from the pool… that one time.”

Bea looks at Ava like she’s been slapped.

“Help me to better understand this, Ava.”

“Sure. Yes.”

“You brought me up here in… in a frenzy, as if something terrible had happened and you want to know—“ She stops, and in the moment of silence, Ava has a chance to… reflect. Beatrice takes a breath. “Her name is Ana,” Bea says, measured, “she’s a new friend.”

Ava nods like her head’s come undone, unsure of what the hell else to do.

Beatrice looks away. “She’s… she’s experienced many of the same things I have.”

Ava doesn’t realize until Beatrice speaks that she’s been holding her breath. It comes out in a rush, a sigh of relief, maybe? She hasn’t totally fucked up.

“Like what?” She tries.

Bea won’t look at her. “Our upbringings were… similar.”

The cold, ugly little thing in Ava’s spine makes itself known again. Beatrice doesn’t talk much about her childhood. Ava knows the basics: her education in the UK, the fact that she’s an only child, the shitty shitty reality of her parents—

Oh.

“Oh,” Ava says, dumb.

Beatrice nods. “It’s… comforting. To be understood.”

I understand you, the little ugly thing screams, smashing its shitty little fists against Ava’s ribs.

“I'm glad,” she says instead, and means it.

Bea looks at her then, and Ava can’t imagine that she doesn’t see what Ava’s feeling. She feels exposed. If Bea does, she doesn’t comment on it then, just smiles.

“Thank you, Ava,” she says, and it's enough.

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Charles Grey when his first kid is born, please! Hcs or scenario are good~

I did headcanons! aaaaa this man~

He tries quite hard to plan perfectly when it’s going to happen. He tracks his S/O month by month, and ― toward the end of the pregnancy ― week by week. So he always knows, as best he’s able to understand from a doctor, when important things are supposed to happen and when his child is supposed to, well pop out. He gets incredibly anxious when (Name) is heavily pregnant and frets that they could give birth any day now. Ironically, all his ‘perfect planning’ is for nothing… the child probably comes when he least expects it and he has to rush to be able to be there!

Crying? Oh, not him. He’s too tough for that. However… he does get this very soft look on his face when he holds his daughter for the first time. He holds her as carefully as he’s ever held anything, and promises her that nothing is ever going to happen to her. He’s here, he’s her father, he’s strong, and he’s going to protect her. No matter what happens, he’ll make sure she’s safe.

He’s had a name picked out practically since his S/O got pregnant, but… the only problem is that, silly Charles, he assumed his first child was going to be a little boy. Instead, he’s got a little girl! So he panics at first because he didn’t really think about possible names for a girl. (A fatal mistake, Sir―) However, then he realizes that his original choice actually has a feminine equivalent, so that’s what he goes with. Crisis averted! Welcome to the world, Georgia Grey!

There is no amount of propriety that will restrain this man from asking his S/O when his daughter will be old enough that he can teach her how to swordfight. She’s three weeks old, Charles, let her sleep and cry! Save the big dreams for later!

After a long day, he likes to sleep either in bed or on the sofa in the sitting room with Georgia on his chest while she sleeps too. As far as he’s concerned, he’s been told that the parents are supposed to sleep when the baby sleeps, otherwise they get no sleep at all. So then, what’s better than sleeping together with the baby? Luckily, he’s overwhelmingly a rather calm sleeper, so there’s little chance of him moving around too much and accidentally hurting her.

He will only, only, only ever sing to his daughter, and only while she’s an infant. Which is a shame, because he does have a fairly good voice especially for lullabies. He also tends to hum while he’s got her in his arms, almost as if he thinks that alone will keep her from fussing too much. Maybe it works.