#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

[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.

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[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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[cutiewutiepatootie]

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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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

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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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[majesty-madness]

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.

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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.

[helladirections]

Lemon Over Ice - USS Extra

Author: @helladirections Pairing: Harry x YN Word Count: 1.4k Contains: fluff, dirty talk

MASTERLIST | PATREON | UNDER SUMMER SKIES | USS TAG | WRITING TAG

Summary: It’s the 4th of July Carnival at camp and Harry gets a little risky with his words. 

Read below or on AO3 or Wattpad

When YN and Harry were younger, camp never did anything to acknowledge the 4th of July. 

It wasn’t for any particular reason, she honestly thought it was probably because the camp director didn’t care and the staff just forgot. It was always just another day at camp, same routine, and maybe singing a few weird country songs after dinner. 

But in recent years things had changed, there was a new director in town, and Mitch gave an entire speech about how important it was to celebrate the 4th of July because these kids were probably missing out on something fun at home. So for the past several years they had set up a carnival to celebrate. To be fair, ‘carnival’ might be a bit of a strong word for the singular bouncy house, snow cone machine, a few balloons, and makeshift water slide on the field. But Mitch was committed and the staff did their job of hyping it up and the kids enjoyed it. 

It was so popular, in fact, that YN was pretty sure her campers asked her more times about the carnival than about Harry that day. Which was definitely saying something considering their obsession with him had only gotten stronger after the two of them had started their relationship. She was pretty proud of themselves for keeping it such a good secret - campers weren’t allowed to know about staff relationships. But these tweens were sneaky and YN and Harry almost blew their cover multiple times. 

Like the time they came back from a day off and YN had a very obvious hickey on her neck and no good way of hiding it, but only a couple of the kids were old enough to recognize it so she told them all she burnt her neck with a hair straightener. Or the time she clicked her walkie but didn’t actually walk out of the cabin right away and Harry started saying sweet things to her, so she had to pick it up and start talking to him about what they ate for lunch that day before any little ears could pick up on what he was saying. 

Or now, when YN was licking at her snow cone and Harry couldn’t keep his eyes off of her, practically groaning with the way she swirled her tongue around the top. On instinct, he walked up behind her and looped his arm around her waist, ready to give her a kiss to the cheek and say something filthy in her ear. Luckily, YN recognized what was happening rather quickly and took his hand in her own, peeling him off of her and spinning out like they were dancing. 

“Harry!” she whisper-yelled, looking around to see if any campers had noticed the little slip up. 

“I’m sorry baby, I just...” 

YN raised her brow at the pet name.

“YN, I’m sorry. Just can’t help it... now that I know what that tongue can do...” He whispered the last part, but YN was frustrated that he wasn’t being careful enough. 

“Not gonna do anything if you keep this up,” she threatened. 

“But-”

“H, you’re my favorite person. But I’m not losing my job over this, ok?” 

He sighed, accepting defeat and looking at the field around him. Kids were playing, other staff were chatting, the sun was shining. All he wanted to do was scoop her up, smash their lips together, and never let go. Maybe between sessions when there are no campers around they can swim together, makeout in the pool like teenagers and giggle. Maybe in the fall they could go on real dates at restaurants, kiss outside the door, then fall into bed with each other late at night.  

He nodded to the snow cone in her hand. 

“What flavors did you get? Can I try some?”

“Yellow,” she answered while holding it close to his face so he could take a lick.

“That’s not a flavor.” 

“Shut up,” she laughed. “Do you want a taste or not?”

He leaned forward a bit, puckering his lips before making contact with the flavored ice. He sucked some of the flavor syrup up but left the ice where it was. Closing his eyes, his expression mimicked the way he looked when he was between her legs, arms pressing down on her tummy, lips sucking hard at her clit. And YN knew he was doing it on purpose. 

Quickly, she pulled the snow cone away, earning a pout and a whine from Harry in the process. 

“Heyyyy, why’d you do that?”

“Harry! You can’t be making those faces at me!” she scolded him softly. 

Harry shrugged. “Not my fault. Got me all worked up with the way you were licking at it earlier. I swear... it’s like I made you my girlfriend and all of a sudden I find out you’re a secret little slut.” 

YN could feel the blood rushing up to her cheeks at his words. She looked behind her again, but was grateful to see that they were alone under the tree at the far end of the field. Never did she imagine Harry would be one to talk like that, or that it would send lightning down her spine. But she felt herself getting excited nonetheless. 

“‘M not a slut,” she protested, bottom lip sticking out. 

“Sure y’are. But you’re my slut,” he reasoned. “That was you sucking me off behind a cabin last night, right? Or is my night vision really that shit?” 

“Yes,” she whispered, looking at her feet in the dirt.

“That’s what I thought. Eager little thing, hm? Hardly got m’pants off before your mouth was watering.”

“Harry, stop it,” she whispered again, a hint of a whine in the back of her throat. He was embarrassing her, and he was doing it on purpose. 

But he only took a step closer to her.

“Weren’t telling me to stop two days ago when I was eating you out in the empty lounge. Or last week when I was fucking you in the storage room. Or-” 

“Ok!” she relented.

Harry chuckled a bit before taking a step closer to YN, talking low into her ear so no campers could hear. “That’s what I thought. My perfect, sweet, amazing, slutty girlfriend.” 

YN desperately wanted to shrug off the words he was saying, but she just couldn’t. The way he said them... even just the fact that it was him was driving her a little bit crazy. She looked down to her watch, it was only 3:00pm - she’d have to wait at least another 7 hours before she could really get her hands on Harry like she wanted. She’d have to wait all afternoon and evening before getting to tangle her fingers in his hair while he devoured her, or until she grasped his cute little ass as she pulled herself closer to him, taking him as deep as she could. She wanted to say ‘fuck it’, drop the snow cone in the grass, push him up against the big tree they were standing under, and give in to her desires. 

“You think I’m perfect?” she teased instead. 

“Course I do,” he answered with a shrug. “Perfect personality, perfect smile, perfect body... perfect pussy...” he whispered the last part. 

She shoved him by the shoulder, both of them laughing. 

Before they had gotten together, she was so scared that making any kind of move, admitting her crush in any way, would ruin what the two of them had together. But it had only made their relationship stronger. He was still by her side all the time, a listening ear whenever she needed, a calming, soothing hug when the time was right. But they also got to make each other feel good in a way that no one else could, and that fact alone set her on fire when she thought about it. 

Just then, two of YN’s campers ran up to her, both of them instantly talking at warped speed. Something something she fell something something bleeding something sprained ankle?

“Alright, off to the infirmary then,” she said with a sigh, handing her cone over to Harry to let him finish. 

But Harry handed it back. 

“I got this one,” he said with a smile. 

YN could see the look of excitement on the girls’ faces at getting to spend some alone time with Harry, even if it was because one of them was injured. 

“But!” he cut off her thoughts. “You owe me, later?” 

She nodded silently. Paying him back would be no trouble at all. 

MASTERLIST | PATREON | UNDER SUMMER SKIES | USS TAG | WRITING TAG

[bazaarwords]

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.

[llamagoddessofficial]

Hello! Me again! *waves enthusiastically* your page is legit a rabbit hole, I’ve read just about everything on your AO3, and I just found your ghost hunter AU.. do you have anymore head cannons for it? Like.. a crumb I’m so desperate to see if there’s anymore Info 🥹🥹

ohohohohoho...... headcanons for the ghost hunter au? why, of course,,,

People who genuinely have some kind of paranormal Sight don’t actually tend to pick up anything directly from the guys, because they’re so good and well-practised at disguising their powers and bad vibes. Ironically, the more powerful a demon is, the better they can cover their power. Someone would, however, get weird bad vibes from Mc; they’ve all put possessive marks on her. Despite her smiles and enthusiasm, her demon guard dogs have made her reek of demonic energy. 

The little Youtube account Mc has made to document her ghost exploration has made Red and Sans something of a devoted following. They like Sans’ humour, and they think Red is hot. This is, ironically, the equivalent of a small snack for them- groups of people unknowingly devoting thoughts and energy to active archdemons.

Skull face reveal at 1M followers!!!

We all know ghosts will flee the demon trio. Sometimes it gets Mc down, when she goes into a location famous for hauntings, all her gear ready and her spirits high (pun intended)... and she gets absolutely no activity. Seeing her down makes the guys feel bad, especially since Red and Sans are playing the parts of snarky sceptics. Behind her back, they goad or bully ghosts into making appearances just to get her excited again.

(Their method of bullying the ghosts is by threatening to feed them to Skull. It’s a very effective threat because they absolutely will go ahead with it if a brave/stupid soul doesn’t comply.)

Even better if there’s another demon there, because there’s few things Red enjoys more than picking on lesser demons

The guys are capable of using their energy to disrupt electrical equipment. Sans is particularly adept at this, precise and deliberate, he can disrupt very specific parts of machines or video feeds to his liking. Red only does it if he’s annoyed and fluctuations in power from a cranky Skull can break all kinds of equipment.

Luckily for Mc, Skull has never broken any of her important ghost hunting equipment, because he never gets angry when she’s ghost hunting. She’s just too cute, overexcited and starry-eyed, it’s like following around a hyperactive kitten. How could he ever be even CLOSE to upset?

... He has, however, accidentally busted a few TVs. 

If Sans thinks one of her ghost encounters is getting too good, ie; she’s about to successfully film a full-body apparition, he’ll use his abilities to disrupt the feed and remove the footage. Blame it on the ghosts.

Red has bullied at least one demon into abandoning a very popular demonically haunted area. He hopes to increase that number.

[deityoftherain]

her beloved mortal - Katherine/Lizzie Empires S1 Fanfic

Rating: General Audiences

Relationship: F/F

Archive Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Status: Completed Oneshot

Word Count: 2,081

Summary: Katherine, being the seamstress that created the brides' dresses and a dear friend of the wives-to-be, was attending a wedding. Her social battery was running low and she had pulled a few all-nighters to get the dresses done in time. She was about ready to go home when this beautiful goddess of a woman called for her attention...

This was written for @belovedgamers through the @mcyt-summer-of-yuri exchange! Click on the AO3 link above or look under the cut to read it ^^

If you like it, please consider reblogging, kudosing/liking, and/or commenting :D

Katherine sang a tune to herself as softly as she could, sitting at a corner table as she sipped her drink. She had a wonderful time at Gem and Pearl’s wedding so far, but the reception seemed to drag on for far too long. 

Realistically, when taking a peek at the clock, it had only been thirty minutes since the reception itself started. She was simply running low on energy, which was to be expected after she pulled several all-nighters to craft the brides’ dresses.

Katherine was a seamstress and a rather talented one at that, or so she’s been told. She could make just about anything with some time and enough fabric, making her work quite sought after. Don’t get her wrong, she loved her work, and it paid extremely well, but it could also wear her down if she didn’t practice adequate self-care.

She was grateful that her hands and back weren’t cramping as much as they were earlier, at the very least. The ointment she rubbed in helped a lot; she should see if she could find more. While her comfort was important, she was more concerned with the result that came from her aching hands. Luckily (though there wasn’t much luck to it), the outfits had turned out perfectly!

Katherine was relieved that Gem and Pearl loved their custom wedding dresses and that they’ve held up throughout the ceremony. Those weren’t true concerns for Katherine. She had known Gem and Pearl for quite a long time now (meaning she knew what they liked and she’d made clothing for them before), and she knew her work was quality.

“Are you a siren? Because your voice draws me in,” the unsolicited pick-up line pulled Katherine out of her thoughts. Her head tilted up slightly, shifting her gaze from her drink to the speaker’s eyes. 

The man standing in front of her was objectively easy on the eyes, sure, but she had no interest. Katherine had been aware of her extreme preference for girls since before she hit puberty. She never even had to explicitly tell her dad and renny that information; when she was dating her ex, they seemed unsurprised and as if they already knew. Katherine wouldn’t be surprised if they had known because she never attempted to hide her attraction.

Katherine didn’t want to waste his time or hers so she decided to let him off as friendly as she could muster. Katherine gave him a polite smile as she ran her fingers through her long black hair. “I’m not interested, but thank you.” The man’s flirty expression morphed into one of annoyance. “Come on! You didn’t even give me a chance. I promise I can show you a good time.” Katherine resisted the urge to scrunch her nose in disgust at his suggestion, finding it wildly unappealing. She hovered a hand over her mouth as she gave him an awkward, airy laugh. “No, no, I’m not-” “Give me a chance, beautiful,” the man pleaded, reaching forward to grab her wrist. “I can make it worth your-”

Before he could touch her, someone else stepped in, grabbing his wrist to stop him from moving any further. “She said she’s not interested.”

Katherine found her attention being captured by her savior. Those thoughts were a bit dramatic, sure, but her savior was practically a goddess walking among mortals. She was stunning and almost ethereal, walking with utter confidence and grace.

The woman had light yet still vibrant pink locks with the bangs pulled back into braids while the rest of her hair laid elegantly against her back. Her ears presented more like fins than the pointed ears Katherine was more used to. The blue fins had a purplish undertone and it all complimented her pink hair well. Blue scales generously peppered the skin exposed by her sleeveless dress. The dress itself was a dark navy, so dark of a blue that it was almost black, and the skirt part of the dress shimmered like stars in the night sky. 

The man furrowed his eyebrows, tugging away from her grip harshly. “And who are you? Her girlfriend?” “Yes, actually,” the beautiful stranger wrapped her arm around Katherine, hand comfortably resting on Katherine’s hip. Katherine blushed, though she wasn’t sure if it was the sudden proximity or if it was the fact that she claimed they were girlfriends. While there was no way for the woman’s claim to be true (they hadn’t met before that moment), Katherine couldn’t imagine protesting it. “Now do yourself a favor and leave before you embarrass yourself any further.” 

The man took the hint, grumbling and cursing as he left. Once he was gone, the stranger let out a sigh and, much to Katherine’s delight, kept her hold on Katherine. “Thank the ocean he left! That could have gone horribly wrong. Are you alright?” “Yes, thank you,” Katherine responded gratefully. Her social battery had been dying, but it seemed to recharge with the arrival of her personal goddess. Katherine found herself wanting to stay by her side and not wanting her to leave.

Neither of them moved, the finfolk’s arm still around her. Her hold was comfortable and safe; Katherine didn’t dare move from it. In fact, she even leaned into her hold. Katherine didn’t know what came over her, but denying herself the touch was out of the question.

“My name is Katherine, by the way,” she murmured softly, hoping offering her name would give an acceptable opening for the other to offer hers.

The finfolk blinked down at her, ear fins twitching slightly. She then smiled, features softening to a point of almost bittersweetness. “I’m Lizzie.”

“Thank you, Lizzie.” Katherine loved the way Lizzie’s name buzzed on her tongue. “Thank you for coming to my rescue.”

“Well, I couldn’t just leave the damsel in distress, now could I?” Lizzie joked with her 

sky blue eyes gleaming with humor. “Especially not one as adorable and talented as you. I know you made the brides’ dresses, but did you make your own as well? You did a fantastic job.”

“I did. Thank you. Again.” Katherine dipped her head, partly to accept the compliment and partly to hide her blush. It should be somewhat successful for Lizzie was taller than Katherine was. She offered her free hand to Lizzie, glancing up at her through her eyelashes. “Would you care to dance? I would love to get to know my ‘girlfriend’ better.”

“How could I say no to my gorgeous girlfriend?” Lizzie accepted her offer, taking her hand in hers before leading her to the dance floor. They were close now, so close that Katherine could smell the distinct scent of ocean water and bubblegum. Those scents were muddled together, creating what was so obviously Lizzie, her Lizzie. 

My Lizzie? Where did that possessiveness come from? Katherine wondered, confused at her own thoughts. She dismissed them, quickly distracted by Lizzie’s guiding movements and the sound of the music around them.

As they danced, Lizzie exuded a sort of energy that was far too joyful than one would expect from a pair of strangers spinning around for hours. Katherine didn’t mind it though, finding it endearing. They didn’t know each other, but Katherine felt very cherished, desired, and valued with the finfolk nearby.

Katherine fed off of Lizzie’s enthusiasm and attention for the remainder of the event, hours flying by within minutes. By the time people started to clear out, Katherine’s throat was scratchy and sore from talking, and her limbs weren’t too much better off. Despite the uncomfortable exhaustion, her primary emotions were bliss and adrenaline.

“I had the most wonderful time,” Katherine breathed out in a giggly rasp. She twisted her hips to twirl the skirt of her dress, both hands in Lizzie’s. Her dress was separated into two parts, more like a blouse and a skirt than a dress. The blouse was snow white with puffy, off the shoulder sleeves. It was short enough to expose a small part of her midriff. The skirt section was high-waisted, seated up high to cover most of the area her top neglected, and it was a pastel purple with white flowers. To tie everything together, she had a white choker and a pastel purple ribbon in her hair.

“Me too.” Lizzie gently tugged on Katherine’s hands, guiding them to her hips. When they were there, Lizzie let go of her hands and went to rest her arms on Katherine's shoulders. “I have missed you, my beloved. I love you.” Katherine furrowed her eyebrows in confusion, but she didn’t pull away. She continued to keep her hands on Lizzie’s hips. Katherine knew that comment must be weird, but, from Lizzie’s lips, she couldn’t find it abnormal. “I… I think I love you too. You didn’t spell me did you?” She hoped there was a different explanation than that because she never felt so fulfilled than she did now. It was like a piece of her soul had been returned to her, snapping in place and fitting perfectly. Katherine hadn’t realized that slot had existed until her eyes landed on the finfolk woman.

Lizzie snorted at that idea, highly amused. “Spell you? No, no, love, I assure you it isn’t that. I can answer any questions you have, but kissing you first will make it easier.”

“Why does that make sense?” Katherine’s gaze fell to Lizzie’s lips, fully trusting her. It didn’t feel like magic influencing her actions and thoughts. If anything, it was more like a gut feeling that came with personal experience and knowledge.

Before either of them truly knew it, their lips met together, fitting perfectly in place as if they were made for each other. The kisses were soft yet passionate, almost electric as life sparked within Katherine. Each kiss brought with it a flash of a memory from a past life, the memories both foreign and familiar.

Instead of scaring Katherine off, the memories from her past selves only confirmed all that she already accepted as fact. The memories she received didn’t overwhelm her, simply slotting in place like they were always meant to be there. She didn’t remember every single detail of her past lives for that would be far too much, but she knew enough. 

Her previous thoughts of Lizzie being a goddess were true. She and Katherine fell in love, their love so strong that their souls became entangled with one another. They were a goddess and a mortal destined to reunite time and time again for the rest of time. Every time Katherine died, she was reborn and, twenty or so years after her death, Lizzie would return to the mortal realm to find her once again.

Katherine deepened the kisses, pulling Lizzie toward her until their bodies were flushed together. It had been far too long since they were able to be this close; their souls were finally returned to each other. Flower petals were eagerly embraced by the ocean’s waves, water consuming the petals but never harming their fragile nature. Their love outlasted countless lifetimes, not even death being able to separate them.

At last, their kiss broke. Katherine breathed quick and deep, trying to get air back in her lungs. Lizzie didn’t seem to have the same problem, giving her an apologetic smile and murmuring sweet nothings as she coached Katherine’s breaths.

Once Katherine recovered, she asked, “What now?”

“Whatever you want, my beloved.” Lizzie brushed some of Katherine’s hair out of her face and tucked it behind her ear. It wasn’t much, but the gesture felt extremely intimate and familiar. “I have all the time in the world for you.” “Would you like to come back to my place?” Katherine let her gaze fall as a blush heated her face. Her sleep deprivation and energy she spent that night were catching up to her, but she didn’t want to leave Lizzie’s side just yet. “I am quite fatigued. We could cuddle?”

“Sounds perfect,” Lizzie agreed. She swept Katherine up with ease, taking care not to pull harshly on Katherine’s dress. Katherine squeaked in surprise, but allowed Lizzie to keep her hold. She buried her face against Lizzie’s chest, her limbs relieved to no longer have to hold her own weight. Sleep was quickly coming to her, but she felt safe with Lizzie and trusted her to take care of her, so she welcomed it. Katherine fell asleep in her lover’s arms, feeling appreciated, cared for, and content. If you want more, I have an alternate ending/deleted scene for this: