#got me reading fanfic about people I’ve never heard of

[searchingforbucky]

I love when the people I follow branch out of the fandoms we share. I’m seeing fanfics and hot takes about fandoms I’ve never even heard of.

[venusianelf]

Game of Passion

Part 1 | Part 2

Pairing: Frat/Fuckboy! TASM! Peter Parker x Fuckgirl! F! Reader

Genre: Smut

Summary: Being the two people on your college campus with the biggest reputations for sleeping around, it was inevitable for you two to run into each other.

Warnings: Alcohol Consumption, Weed Consumption, Swearing, Rough Sex (Spanking, Slapping, Choking, Degradation), Unprotected Sex (Use protection irl please), A couple uses of Y/N, Probably OOC! Peter, Reader and Peter are implied to be kind of assholes to their ex flings

Word Count: ~3,800

A/N: First fanfic I’ve written in a long while, and it’s smut of course lol. Might write more parts to this, not sure yet.

!!By clicking read more you are agreeing you are 18+!!

It hadn’t taken long for the rumors to spread about Peter Parker, all the girls would fawn over him and if they were lucky got to sleep with him, although never more than once. Similarly, it hadn’t taken long for rumors about you to spread. You had most of the men and women on campus wrapped around your finger. Even your best friend was desperate for more of you. You continually would laugh her suggestions off unless it made you potentially look more desirable for your new hit mark. In which case you’d kiss her dizzy and promptly drop her with a faux innocent smile as your newest hit would make their way over to you. Sure, you cared about her but you had promised yourself no feelings for anyone, even her. So you stuck to your rule of one and done.

Of course, from things you’d heard you had grown curious about Peter. Though you were more an attract than a chase kind of girlie. So sure you’d attend parties you knew he’d be at, hell even the ones out of the frat house he resided in. You’d caught a few glimpses of him before but other than a passing glance neither of you made a move. You had thought tonight would be no exception. 

You sat in your dorm room with your best friend as you both prepared for your night out at Parker’s frat house. “Come onnn Y/N, what’s it going to take for you to kiss me again?” She whined as she watched intently as you applied your makeup. You chuckled at her desperation before looking at her in the mirror. “I’ll kiss you again if the situation arises where it’s useful,��� You tease as she huffs and rolls her eyes. “No fun,” She replies as she opens her phone and responds to some of her messages. “Uh-huh sure, you’ll live,” You replied returning your focus back on your makeup. Feeling satisfied with it you grabbed your setting spray and generously mist yourself before adjusting your hair to frame your face better.

“What do you think?” You asked as you turned to your best friend. She gave you a look over in your dress and whistled appreciatively. “You look delicious, wish I was the lucky hit tonight,” She replied as you laughed and rolled your eyes. “Another day maybe,” You replied with a wink at her and watched as she promptly blushed before turning back to her phone to avoid your gaze. “Seems a good enough time to head over, you ready?” She asked as she stood up and smoothed out the wrinkles of her dress from laying on your bed. “Sure am,” You replied as you grabbed your purse and phone.

As you entered the frat party you felt the hungry gazes of many partygoers on you, smiling to yourself you held your best friend's wrist in your grasp as you led her and yourself to the drinks. You gave a flirty smile to the boy pouring you two drinks as you recalled the time you had hooked up with him. He hadn’t been half bad and seemed gentlemanly but that wasn’t really your type. You thanked him for the drinks before you continued pulling your best friend outside to watch some of the partygoers play beer pong and other silly games. 

You chatted with her as you sipped your drink and surveyed the potential hits. Although as you did you felt the gaze of someone on you before turning to where you had felt it originate, locking gazes with one infamous Peter Parker. You noted his fluffy blond hair as you watched as his eyes raked over your body. You gave him an inviting smile before turning to your best friend to try to play hard to get. You watched out of the corner of your eye as he handed his drink to one of his friends and walked over to you, leaving whatever poor girl had previously been chatting with him alone. 

You looked up at him in faux surprise as he approached you. Your best friend paused her conversation to look between you to two before excusing herself as she usually did. “Y/N, right?” He asked as you nodded in reply. “Peter, right?” You mirrored as he nodded in return. “Seen you around here a few times,” He replied as you smiled and took a sip of your drink. “I do my best to get out,” You responded after a moment and he raised an eyebrow. “I think you mean get around,” He teased as you rolled your eyes. “As if you don’t do the same,” You taunted and clicked his tongue in response as he put his hands in the pockets of his jeans. “You got me there,” He replied as he looked you over.

“You smoke?” He asked as you raised an eyebrow. “I do,” You replied unsure of if he had meant nicotine or weed, not that it really mattered. He nodded in response. “Care to join me then?” He asked as you contemplated it for a moment. “Sure, why not,” You replied as you watched a smirk play on his lips at your response. “Follow me then,” He said as he grabbed your wrist and guided you through the party crowd upstairs. You had been upstairs before during some of your other hook-ups but it felt somehow different to be heading to Peter’s room.

He opened the door and gestured for you to head in, obliging, you entered and moved to sit on his bed. “This your usual way of getting girls into your bed?” You teased with a raised eyebrow as he scoffed at your comment. He entered after you and closed the door and locking it. “Not usually,” He replied as he rifled through his stash and began rolling a joint for you two. You noted the distinct smell of weed as you got your answer to your earlier question. “Oh? Am I special then?” You joked as he chuckled in response. “If it makes you feel better then sure,” He replied before finishing rolling the joint and taking a seat next to you on the bed. You rolled your eyes at his comment.

He offered you the joint which you happily took and placed between your lips as he held a lighter up and lit it for you. Taking a drag you breathed in it, pleasantly surprised at the higher quality of it. “Not bad,” You commented as you passed it to him. He chuckled at your response. “What? Did you expect me to smoke shit weed?” He taunted and took a hit as you shoved him slightly with your elbow. “A little, yeah,” You replied with a laugh as he gave you a playful glare. He placed a hand over his heart with mock hurt in his eyes. “Ow,” He teased as you rolled your eyes. “Yeah, yeah, gimme that back,” You replied as you went to grab the joint from him. He raised an eyebrow at that before pulling it up over your head, out of your reach. You glared at him before trying to grab it. 

As you made your move to grab it, he focused on the way you had to lean closer to him. His free hand moved to your hip as he pulled you into his lap. With his readjustment of you, you managed to grab the joint. Pulling it to your lips with a satisfied smirk. You took a hit but otherwise gave no indication of the effect being in his lap had on you. He watched as you breathed in the smoke, as you were about to blow it out he leaned forward and captured your lips. You gasped in surprise at his actions before feeling the open-mouthed kiss he placed on your lips. Realizing his intentions, you blew the smoke into his mouth as you two kissed. His hand that was not on your hip was quick to join the other. His grip squeezing your hips tightly as he kissed you hungrily. You felt your head dizzy as you grew breathless from the kiss.

When he pulled back to part from you, you both panted as his forehead rested on yours. One of his hands quickly moved to your hand that was holding the joint before grabbing it and placing it in an ashtray nearby. “Hey! I wasn’t done with that,” You huffed as he chuckled at your response. “Greedy little thing, aren’t you?” He teased as your eyes widened slightly in surprise at his words. You quickly recovered as you swatted at his chest. “No, you’re just a jerk,” You argued as he raised an eyebrow at you. “I’m the jerk?” He questioned as you glared at him and nodded. He chuckled before running his free hand through his hair. “I’ll show what a jerk looks like princess,” He replied, and before you could fully process his words he had pushed you onto the bed with your face down and ass up. You squeaked in surprise as he manhandled you. 

You craned your head back to glare at him. “You treat all your women like objects?” You taunted before squeaking again as you felt his hand collide with your ass as he spanked you. “No, just little sluts like you,” He replied as you bit back a moan from his degrading words. His gaze was trained on your face though and his eyebrow raised as he watched you pull your bottom lip between your teeth. “Figures you’d like that,” He teased as his hands hiked up the bottom of your dress before rubbing circles on where he had spanked you. You shook your head to try to fight back the blush that coated your cheeks. “No- No, I don’t,” You replied trying to deny your interest in his mean words. 

He tilted his head at that, and you moaned out in surprise as you felt his fingers prod at your entrance through your panties. “No? Your body seems to say differently,” He teased before looking down at where his hands touched you. He groaned at the sight of your drenched panties as he continued teasing you with his fingers. “You’re fucking soaked,” He muttered as his gaze was transfixed on how easily you had wet his fingers through your panties. Shoving your panties to the side he swore under his breath as he saw your glistening pussy. 

His digits had you trembling under his touch as he collected some of your wetness of his fingers before moving to circle your clit. He looked up at you as he watched you face twist in pleasure as your eyes shut at his contact. “Sh- Shit! Fuck, just like that,” You moaned out as he chuckled. You opened your eyes to glare at him with that but quickly yelped when he slapped your pussy. “Don’t take an attitude with me whore,” He growled as you nodded back at him with tears pricking your eyes. “Ah! Okay okay!” You conceded as he watched you almost predatorily. You began wiggling as his hand stayed cupping your sex but not touching you more than that. His eyes glanced down at you grinding yourself into his hand before he looked up at your face again.

You whined as you felt the loss of his warmth as he pulled his hand back. “You want more? Then ask nicely,” He replied with almost a stern edge to his voice. Your eyes focused on him as you mentally fought yourself over it. You knew he wouldn’t let it go if you said please but you also didn’t want him to stop. Shutting your eyes you decided to say it regardless. “Please Peter, touch me, please,” You begged as he tsk’d at you. You opened your eyes and took in his disapproving expression as he looked at you. “You can do better than that,” He replied as you pouted at his words. “C’mon, Peter please!” You whined before you yelped as he spanked your ass once again. “Okay okay! Please, you can do whatever you want to me just please touch me!” You begged as his eyes darkened at your words.  “That’s more like it,” He groaned before moving his fingers to your slit again.

Your eyes fluttered shut as you felt him touch you again. His fingers made expert circles over your clit as you started trembling again as little moans and whimpers left your lips. He worked you up before his fingers moved down from your clit to your entrance as whined at the loss of contact on your clit. Although your disappointment was quickly washed away as you felt his tongue lick a stripe through your slit. Two of his fingers pressed into your entrance as he moved to suck on your clit. You moaned at the intrusion before shoving your face in his pillows to attempt to muffle yourself. 

He sucked on your clit like a man starved as his fingers pressed further and further into you. Before long he began curling them trying to find the soft spongy spot inside of you. Your hips mindlessly jumped as he found the spot. You could feel him smirk against you as he continued hitting it over and over as you felt the coil in your stomach grow tighter and tighter. Your hands bunched up the sheets beneath you as you felt yourself draw closer and closer. “M’ gonna cum,” You whimpered as you turned your head to the side to make sure you were audible. “C’mon cum on my fingers princess,” He encouraged as he pulled back slightly before sucking on your clit with renewed vigor. You bit your lip hard as you cried out and your vision blacked out as white-hot pleasure coursed through you.

You shook as he fucked through your orgasm. As you came down, your hips attempted to jump away from his touch in overstimulation which he chuckled at as he pulled back from you. He flipped you over easily so you were on your back as you looked up at him dazedly and sated. “Look at you, one orgasm and all that sass is gone,” He cooed condescendingly as you blushed and rolled your head to the side to avoid his gaze. He tsk’d in response and grabbed your jaw with his clean and pulled you to look at him again before tapping his fingers that were covered in your juices to your lips. “Open up,” He commanded before your lips fell open in silent obedience. His fingers pressed against your tongue as you sucked on them and cleaned your slick off his digits. “Atta girl,” He groaned. 

Once his fingers were clean, he pulled them out of your mouth as you whined sightly at the loss. He chuckled at that. “Don’t worry princess, we’re not done yet,” He replied. He got to work pulling your dress over your head as you leaned up slightly to help him. Once off, he threw it somewhere across the room as his gaze fixated on your tits. One of his hands moved to circle your nipple as he moved to suck your other nipple into his mouth. His tongue lapped over it as he sucked, your back arching off his mattress as you gasped. Once he was satisfied he let go with a pop before kissing slightly above your tits as he sucked a hickey onto you. 

Normally, you were against most marks anyone wanted to leave on you but his teeth and lips on you had you gasping and whining for more instead. He smirked as he pulled back to admire his work on your chest before leaning down to add more. As he did, you didn’t notice his free hand moving to unzip his jeans and push them down. He pushed his boxers down enough for his cock to spring free and began pumping it as finished littering hickeys along your chest. When he pulled back, your eyes focused on his cock. It wasn’t too long where it would hurt you but it definitely was bigger than average and a bit girthier too. You sucked in a breath as you watched him pump himself and the weeping head of his cock as his pre-cum drooled out of his slit. 

He smirked at your doe-like eyes. “Like what you see?” He teased as your gaze quickly looked up to his eyes. You nodded needily at his question as he chuckled at your enthusiasm. “Need it, please please, Peter, please!” You begged for him without prompting causing him to bite his lip to bite back a groan at your neediness. He clicked his tongue in response. “Well since you asked so nicely,” He replied as he moved to settle between your thighs. He glanced down between you two before glancing over at the drawer of his bedside table. “Can you grab a condom for me princess?” He asked as you blinked up at him dazedly. “M’ on the pill,” You mumbled as he groaned at the implication. “You clean?” He asked as you nodded at his question. “Fuck, fine,” He replied as he lined the tip up with your entrance. 

He swiped it around a bit to gather some of your slick against him before he slowly pushed into you. You moaned and gasped out as your arms went to brace yourself on his forearms, nails digging into him. “Shit, you need to relax,” He muttered as he felt you squeeze the tip of him. He wet his fingers in his mouth before moving to circle your clit with them. You mewled at the touch but he felt you relax as he did. He continued his circles as he pushed further into you. You gasped and trembled under him as you felt fuller and fuller. Getting impatient, he gave a hard thrust up into you as he pushed him to be fully sheathed in you. You squeaked as he did your eyes shutting in the process. He stopped his touch on your clit as you whined. “Open your eyes,” He ordered but you kept your eyes closed as you tried to focus on the feeling of him filling you up so sweetly. 

You squeaked in surprise when you felt his palm connect with your cheek. Your eyes opening suddenly at the impact. “There you go,” He groaned as you pouted and rubbed your cheek where he had slapped you. “What? You want me to kiss it better?” He teased as you nodded at his words. He huffed a little but leaned down to place a light kiss on your cheek. A small smile flitted across your face before you felt him roughly pull out and thrust back up into you. An embarrassingly loud moan leaving your lips. His face settled to bury in your neck as he continued the pace. 

His hands moved to push your legs around his hips as he continued thrusting into you. One of his hands moving to draw circles on your clit as you moaned. You felt your body shaking once again as he built you back up to the edge. He pulled back to look down at you as he continued chasing his pleasure. Watching him with half-lidded eyes, you pawed at his free hand to pull it to your throat. He groaned as you settled his palm over your throat. “Fuck, you really are just a little slut, aren’t you?” He commented as you whined at his words. He placed more pressure against your throat at your needy whine, pulling a moan from you.

With the added sensation, you felt your orgasm rushing to you quicker and quicker. “You gonna cum for me princess?” He asked as he felt you clench his dick harder. You nodded frantically in response. “Go on then,” He encouraged as he tightened his grasp on your neck a little more. You choked on a moan as you felt your orgasm blind you with pleasure for a second time. You vaguely registered his groaning and swearing as you pulsed around him. Your limbs tingled with pleasure as the pressure on your throat prolonged your climax. As you came down from it, he moved his hand away from your throat to next to your head as his other hand rested on your hip to pull you closer to him as he chased his release. You mewled at the sensitivity before he leaned down and captured your lips in a messy kiss.

He groaned into your mouth as you felt his dick twitch before feeling him spill into you. He continued fucking you through his climax as you whined and mewled into his mouth. Once he came to a stop, he sighed before pulling out of you. Looking down, he groaned as he watched his seed spill out of you before moving to collapse beside you. You shut your eyes as you focused on calming your breath. You felt his eyes on you as he watched you, you peeked an eye open at him before making an annoyed noise. “What?” You asked before closing your eyes again. “Just making sure you’re still alive,” He chuckled and you mentally rolled your eyes.

“Uh huh, well your dick isn’t that good that it could kill,” You replied feeling more to your normal self. “Could’ve fooled me,” He laughed as you cringed remembering the way you had been so submissive to him a few moments prior. You shook your head at his words before opening your eyes and pushing yourself up on his bed. He watched you curiously as you looked around his room for your dress. Spotting it, you stood up on shaky legs to pick it up, adjusting your underwear which you both had been too caught up in to take off. Slipping the dress over your head and adjusting it to cover what you needed to you, you tsk’d as you saw the hickeys on your chest. 

You shot him a glare. “What?” He asked with his hands raised in mock surrender. “Hickeys? Really?” You asked with a tilt of your head. “You weren’t complaining when it happened,” He replied with a shrug and you rolled your eyes. “Whatever,” You replied. You checked your phone from your purse as he tucked himself away and made himself decent. You glanced back up at him, “Well see you around then,” You said as he nodded with a boyish grin. “Mhm, same time next week?” He teased as you chuckled. “We both know that’s not how this works,” You replied with a shake of your head. He shrugged in response. “True,” He replied as you unlocked his door and opened it. You looked back at him, “See you around Princess Parker,” You giggled as he rolled his eyes. “Last I checked princess was your name,” He replied as you stuck your tongue out at him teasingly before walking out of his room. 

You headed downstairs as you texted your best friend who quickly found you and promptly teased you about the hickeys you couldn’t fully hide. You promised to tell her the full story on the way back to your dorm. As you left though, you couldn’t help but wonder why your cheeks felt warmer at the thought of him.

[obsidianpen]

Brief ramble on Harry in No Glory and how he reminds me of other fandoms:

Not sure if you've ever watched Buffy the Vampire Slayer, but it's another "chosen one" piece of media and I often end up thinking about Buffy's parallels to Harry, particularly as the war picks up canonically and then Harry as he is in No Glory.

I bring this up because one of my other favorite fanfic authors (who also writes Harrymort) was describing why they liked Buffy so much and they essentially described her as being damned by her "chosen one" status: she can't have a normal life, she can't have a normal relationship, she has to drop out of college to fight monsters and take care of her little sister, and I was reading all of this and had to do a double-take because it resonated with Harry in No Glory so much.

So much of what I think makes him inherently sympathetic as a character, especially as he continues to try and gain power in Voldemort's dictatorship, is how clearly it comes at the cost of basically everything he'd ever hoped for his future. His chance to marry, have children, a normal job and a normal home is all basically ripped from him by the brutal necessity of his relationship with Voldemort. No matter how awful Voldemort is, Harry basically has to stay with him because Voldemort without Harry will always, always be worse and Harry knows it. I think we could watch him become the second most powerful ruler in the country and it would still hurt because it's also painfully clear that none of that is what Harry ever wanted at all. He'll sacrifice every dream he's ever had for himself on the altar of doing the right thing, and that's never not going to feel like a punch to the gut.

In that respect, I think that the current vibes of No Glory are actually very similar to Game of Thrones: rule, or die.

It makes me curious what Voldemort will eventually do about this, if anything. Given the psychic nature of their connection, he has to know that Harry's not truly going to be happy with the path that they're on, and that opens up an interesting character decision where he has the opportunity to put someone else's happiness before his own.

Ramble over, thank you for all your writing! I'm going to keep thinking about these two until my head explodes.

I haven’t watched Buffy, but I feel like I need to because I’ve heard similar comparisons and it seems like it’s my kinda show. I’ve also been told NG has GoT vibes to it (which I have watches and read), and I get why people have been saying that, but I’m not sure if I agree… I guess I do to an extent. It’s mind of unpredictable and feels like people could either gain power or suddenly die at any moment, but since it’s all Harty’s POV I feel like it has a really different flavor that GoT ever did.

no comment on what V will eventually do (or not do) 😇

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[artistmarchalius]

British Police Slang! 🇬🇧

As promised, here is a post all about British police slang! The police are intrinsically tied to Spider-Man’s story, especially for Hobie as an anarchist arachnid, fascist punching, punk rebel fighting against a corrupt government and police force.

So let’s get started!

My main inspiration for compiling this list is because of how often I’ve read the phrase “bottle and stopper” from Hobie in fics. I thought I could help inform writers about the many options that they might not have known about when it comes to British police slang. And since I’ve seen it used so much, I thought this would be a good place to start!

Bottle and stopper - Cockney rhyming slang for copper/a police officer (as mentioned in my Cockney Rhyming Slang post, here). It’s more commonly shortened to “Bottle” or adapted to “Bluebottle” or “Mr Bluebottle” due to the colour of their uniforms. Also, “bluebottle mob” can be used to mean the police force.

To be perfectly honest, I’d never heard an officer referred to as a bottle and stopper before reading Spider-Verse fanfics, though that’s not to say others don’t use it or that it’s not a good or accurate phrase. I’ve just personally heard most of the following terms used more.

Other slang terms for the police:

Sweeney/Sweeney Todd - Cockney rhyming slang for Flying Squad (the police). The Flying Squad is a branch of the Serious and Organised Crime Command within Londons Metropolitan Police Service. They investigate robberies.

E.g. “Here come the Sweeney!”

Bobby - a police officer. Originating from Sir Robert Peel who established the force in 1829.

E.g. “We had bobbies knocking on our door this morning looking for you.”

Peeler - a police officer. Also originating from Sir Robert Peel.

E.g “Watch out for the peelers.”

Copper - a police officer. Originating from the word “cop” which meant “to capture”, so a copper is someone who captures. I know “cop” is used commonly in America too but I still thought it was worth noting the use of “copper” in the UK.

E.g. “Alright, copper?”

The Bill/The Old Bill- the police. This became a nickname for the Met police after the Great War when it was fashionable to wear one’s moustache like the cartoon soldier character Old Bill, by George Bairnsfather.

E.g. “They won’t talk to the Old Bill but they might talk to you.”

Filth - derogatory slang for the police.

E.g. “Watch out, the filth are behind us.”

Dibble - derogatory slang for a police officer, originating from the character Officer Dibble from the cartoon Top Cat.

E.g. “Good afternoon, Dibble!”

Fuzz - the police. I believe it comes from a mispronunciation of “the force”. Most commonly known from the movie Hot Fuzz.

E.g. “Look, there’s the fuzz!”

Plod/PC Plod - a police officer. Originates from Mr Plod, a police character in books by children’s author Enid Blyton.

E.g. “I was enjoying my day, then PC Plod over here had to go and ruin it!”

Pig - derogatory term for a police officer or informer. It’s a bit unclear about the origins of this word being used to mean police, but some people believe it’s an allusion to early detectives sniffing out crime like pigs with truffles. It could also just be something insulting to call them or perhaps relates to another police slang term, “filth”?

E.g. “There’s pigs crawling all over London.”

Slang words relating to the police or to crime:

Booked/nicked - to be arrested/to get in trouble.

E.g. “They got nicked last night.”

Nick - police station or prison. Also means to steal something.

E.g. “Alex nicked a packet of Monster Much and a bottle of vodka, got nicked and now they’ve spent a night in the nick.”

Grass - a police informer/to tell the police/narc. Originates from the rhyming slang “grasshopper” meaning “copper”. The “grass” or “grasser” tells the “copper”.

E.g. “You grassed me up!” Or “He’s a grass!” Or “Don’t be a grass.”

Dob in - to tell someone about something someone else has done wrong.

E.g. “You dobbed me in to the police!”

Porridge - a prison sentence. Originates from the 1950’s when porridge was a large part of a prisoners diet in Britain.

E.g. “Just do your porridge and keep your head down.” Or “She’s serving porridge.”

And there you go, a selection of British police slang! By no means am I saying that these words are only said in the UK, but these are either very common here or have historical origins in the UK. As mentioned in my Cockney post, I’m not an expert on the subject and I can only speak from one perspective of British culture (white British); there are many cultures and social groups here that may have other slang terms that I either have forgotten about or have never heard of. I’m just sharing the knowledge that I have in the hopes that it will helpful, informative, or at the very least entertaining to someone. And hopefully it’ll help give all you Hobie fanfic writers a new choice of slang vocabulary to pick and choose from!

I might make another post about general British slang words. Let me know if that’s something you’d be interested in or if there’s a specific area that you’d like to know about!

[kaija-rayne-author]

Dragon Age Veilguard wrap up review and final thoughts

So… I wrote that string of reviews (section one starts here) while I was playing the game. I’d write them either before or after logging in for the day, so I wouldn’t forget anything I wanted to mention.

Spoilers for Dragon Age Veilguard. Tried to keep them to a minimum, but they’re there.

My thoughts on breaking the media blackout I stayed under while I played Veilguard to completion.

A little about me. I’m an editor by trade. I’m an author and a reviewer. I’m a pretty heavily left leaning, queer as fuck, non-binary person, so I’m not one of the awful reviewers who are causing so many problems from what I’ve heard. No one paid me for a review or to write anything. I’ve played the game to completion and watched the credits all the way through to that awful last scene. These are just my thoughts and my knowledge. And honestly? My broken heart.

I’m just someone who has absolutely loved Dragon Age from the moment I first turned on DAO. Because I’m an editor and a writer… my reviews tend to be more in depth than an average person’s? Maybe? I have a medical background (Forensic Anthropologist) and I legitimately read encyclopedias for fun.

In case you haven’t guessed yet. I’m autistic/ADHD (AuDHD). Dragon Age has been a hyperfocus/special interest of mine for years. I’m absolutely a lore fiend. I probably know more about the lore than many people actually working at BioWare. Especially if Veilguard is anything to judge by.

Also, this is all my off the cuff writing. I haven't the time, energy, or desire to edit them.

The problem with Dragon Age Veilguard… well. There’re a lot of problems with it. I think what it really comes down to is poor adhesion to the established lore, a crappy fighting and levelling system, and poor writing. And with Trick Weekes as Lead Writer? I never in a million years would’ve thought I’d have to say that about Veilguard.

I’ve enjoyed Weekes’ writing for a few years now. Two of my favourite Dragon Age books are by them. I really wish I could write a positive review for Veilguard. But I just can’t.

There were some things I liked about it. I liked some of the mechanics. Ziplines and the Elven light puzzles were pretty awesome. I liked how some of the streamlining made the game better. I liked how the logs were a lot easier to walk across than they were in any of the previous games. Some of the characters grew on me despite their poor writing. I liked the map when I was at the Lighthouse. Being able to see when and where a companion wanted to talk to me was great. I liked the wardrobe and how nice and easy it made changing how your gear looked. There were probably a few other things I liked. I tried to be scrupulous in my review series on saying both the positive and the negative. So if you’ve got the time to read that long thing, it’s probably worth it if you’re on the fence about buying and playing it.

And if you had a hand in making that travesty of a CRPG? You really should read it. For professional development, if nothing else.

If you’re Solavellan? I’ll just flat out tell you not to. It’s not worth it. There is no happy ending for Solas and Inky. There’s no intimate scene. Every single thing most Solavellan’s have been hoping for… for ten bloody years? It’s not there. And in fact, they did Solas so dirty. There were memories of him. I wanted memories! I did not want memories of every awful thing he’d ever been forced to do as a rebel leader. They hammered home how awful Solas was with a freaking jackhammer.

As a diehard DA fan and a committed Solavellan? It was an outright painful game to play. It really hurt. And then to see his horrific wolf form (he honestly looks like a Chinese crested dog on a really bad day. I really wish I were joking.) And then to not have anything resembling a happy ending? It’s not worth your time, and it definitely isn’t worth your money. Fanfic writers will have to heal our broken hearts, because Weekes certainly did not.

No. Trick Weekes. That was not even a suggestion of a happy ending. And I will honestly never trust you again after you actually tweeted that to me. You gave me hope. And there was no reason to hope.

So… yeah. I’ll never be able to cover all the bad in Veilguard in a short (ish) review. I’m trying to keep this short!

I’m not good at that. For what it’s worth. XD.

The Lore.

There is so much Lore they had to use for inspiration. Three full games, five books, six comics, at least two coffee table/art books and probably stuff I don’t know about. They had all of that to use as inspiration. What little they did use? Was so twisted it was hardly recognizable. I went into more detail in the longer review series so I won’t here. But they hardly used the amazing amount of Lore at all. They shoved it under the rug of bad writing to make a very unsightly lump to anyone with eyes to see it.

It’s almost like they were so eager to shuffle Solas off so they could move on to writing a new game in a different age that they just… I don’t even know. Treated him poorly doesn’t begin to cover it. Screwed up the story by sidelining a plot-necessary character also doesn’t cover it. Which as both an editor and an author, I really do not understand. You don’t do that with such a plot heavy character. It leaves the consumers unhappy.

After the game play reveal. I honestly didn’t have a lot of hope. I knew Varric’s fate even before that. (It’s not good. In case you’re wondering.) Becoming an editor has absolutely ruined me by making it easy to guess what’s going to happen.

The Writing.

I’ve actually heard and seen the writers saying they were pleased with how the characters came out. Professionally? And as kindly as I possibly can? May I suggest you all learn how to write better? Most of those characters and the plot were just so poorly written. The romances were ridiculous. And I’m a romance author? So I kinda know what I’m talking about? At every juncture, you all chose the most basic, most puerile options. The only surprises for me in that game were how you completely ignored the Lore and how bad the writing was.

I think Veilguard would’ve been perfectly fine as a non-Dragon Age action RPG. And for anyone who loves it for that… I’m truly happy for you.

But that’s not how it was marketed. It had all the right Dragon Age voice actors, character names, location names… but that is not Dragon Age. You’d need to actually use the lore for that. They did not. Or if they used a little? It was heavily retconned and twisted out of recognition. The only thing even remotely close to being like a Dragon Age game were the settings, environments, and scenery. Those were phenomenal and the only thing that held that travesty of a game together. Everything else? Goddess. How do you fail so horribly at something when you have every resource you could possibly need to make it good?

Because it could actually have been good. It could’ve been phenomenal. If they’d actually written that game for Dragon Age fans? You know… us middle-aged or slightly younger/older gamers who’ve lusted for another DA game for years? If they’d paid attention even a little bit to the Lore? If they hadn’t side-lined a plot-important character? If they hadn’t retconned soooo much that I often felt like I had whiplash playing it? If they hadn’t stripped it down to the very bare bones of mediocrity? If they hadn’t basically made it for children? While condescending to them? (Heads up… kids hate being condescended to.)

If they hadn’t nerfed rogues so badly that I don’t know why they bothered to call them rogues at all? You cannot pick locks, hide in shadows, sneak, set or disarm traps, brew potions or bombs… absolutely none of the fun stuff that makes a rogue a rogue is in Veilguard. If you’re a rogue player? Skip it. You’ll just be as disappointed as I am.

Nor can you garden. You can’t make potions or bombs or… anything. You can’t craft anything yourself. You go to someone called The Caretaker at the Lighthouse and use everything you’ve collected by smashing far too many barrels (why… why with the barrels?) for them to upgrade your stuff. You can’t really dress up your companions in funny clothing or armour. They’ve scraped most of the detail out of Veilguard like they were carving a pumpkin and had to get the guts out. The problem is? Those guts are needed for any story. It’s called world building.

Get this. BioWare… BIOWARE removed blood splatter from Veilguard. There’s no toggle I can find that makes it even possible. They truly made this game for kids and not for the middle-aged gamers who… y’know… usually have money to spend on games. Do NOT ask me how that made any kind of sense. Their logo for at least two games was a blood splatter Dragon ffs. And now there’s no blood splatter option in game. I just absolutely cannot understand it.

The fighting system.

Dear gods. The fighting system. So first? They tied how often your companions get skill points to how high their bond is with you. You increase your bond with them by taking them with you (and you can only take two) and doing their quests, etc. But do you know what that means in functionality? If you’re not a tank player? You’re basically cream cheese. I’m not a professional gamer. But gaming is my number one form of entertainment. I play on hard/ultra hard for most games I play. And a lot of them are live-fighting types like DAV was trying to be.

Guess whose rogue had a permanent tattoo of ‘I have aggro please come eat me now’ on their forehead? Mine. I have a very intimate understanding of the inside animations of the dragon’s mouths. If they’re going to keep that crappy leveling system, the least they could do is let us all have the ‘no death’ toggle on every level. Won’t matter to me because I can’t imagine ever playing it again.

I lost 14 hours of my life with the crashing, glitching, and reloading I had to go through to get the damned thing to even run. (And it’s not my computer. It has an ssd. The video drivers are all updated and up to snuff. It’s around a little over midway between necessary and recommended specs. It’s just a shitty game.) It’s a shame I can’t charge BioWare for those lost hours of my life. How could they have possibly thought that this game was ready for release?

If you want to know the rest of the negatives (and a few more positives) the whole review series is where you’ll find them.

But between the actual craptastic showing of Veilguard and that last scene taking all the agency away from every character who ever came before? Oh, and with the bad guys from across the sea wearing something an awful lot like a burqa? You know… the long black robes and veils many Afghani people and other Muslims wear? Nah. I’m done. Finite. I may occasionally enjoy the first three games. But Veilguard does not exist for me. And anything they make going forward doesn’t exist for me. That last scene… WTAF were they thinking? I actually can’t believe out of all the people who must have worked on that game that no one else made that connection about maybe insinuating that people wearing black robes and veils who live on the other side of the sea are evil is maybe a bad thing!?

I just can’t anymore. If you’re looking for a no-brain needed, kid oriented, action RPG (they really did simplify this soooo much for children that it’s absolutely condescending) then you’ll probably be fine with it.

If you love the Lore as much as you love the world? If you play rated M games with romanceable companions for the intimate scenes and the romance? (You’ll be disappointed.) If you have a few thoughts on whether it’s a great idea to remove the agency of all previous characters in the entire series as being bad? If you think maybe it’s a bad idea to insinuate people in burqas are evil? If you play anything other than a tank? Veilguard is not a game for you.

[strikersexhaver]

Feathers. 🔪🕊️

——

Striker ends up in a similar position as someone he despises.

(A/N) this is also based on a OC/Striker fanfic I wish to make eventually i also haven’t seen anyone do this?

SPOILERS FOR OOPS (S2 E6) WATCH THAT BEFORE READING!!

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Pairing: Striker x Half Goetia! Half Imp! Reader

Genre: Angst

Content Warning?: Argument, Striker’s an ass this time,

After a long, shit, god-awful day, the only thing the serpentine imp hybrid man wanted was to watch his movies and snooze up to a lover’s embrace.

However, he got the polar opposite.

It’s almost comedic (or maybe even karma) for how badly it went.

To deal with people who sucked up to blue-bloods was a pain and to lose to them? Even more so, he also had received burns from a explosion’s fire, it may turn into scars- but he had to think about the present issue of the burns now.

You took care of him when he got home as well, you wrapped up his wounds, burns or not. He needed to rest… So now he was resting against your thigh, his shoulders relaxed and body stopped tensing up as soon as he was able to bask in the homey-comfort feeling. A feeling anyone could happily indulge in at times…

Striker watched as your tail move back and fourth like a dog’s tail in glee. It was adorable he thought, passing it off until it brewed. He then realized why was your tail so- feathery?

It never was like that before he recalled.

He grabbed a hold of it gently, you chuckled at the odd sensation not seeing his expression and assuming he was playing around.

“…What is it hun?” You asked, your voice tensing as he stared in silence.

He held your tail right by the tip of it, then showed it back to you. The feathers on your tail being the crime in his eyes.

��The fuck is this?” He angrily scowled, his eyebrows furrowed and his tail rattling like a snakes.

“I-… I can explain-“ you began, “i-it was for a costume.” You tried to lie, which did not go over too well with him. The nerves in your voice and the pounding of your heart intensified as you even continued.

It made Striker’s blood boil, he could see right through your lie clear as day. As an assassin he has had to charm his way through many, and see through falsehoods many times.

As for you, you were one of the people he thought he never had to.

“Quit lyin’- what are you? What the fuck is this!” He snarled, teeth barred.

You looked for words to say as you pulled your tail from his grasp. He winced as he got up, panting as his body was spent from fighting and now healing. You tried reaching out for him to help him out but all he did was back away from the touch, a feeling of betrayal and being lied to clouded his vision.

A stinging sensation was felt in your heart as he refused your touch, it took so long for him to even let you, even more so to lean into it.

But it seems it’s impossible to imagine it happening again.

You only never told anyone the Goetia side of you because you could never fit in with either crowd with both of you, only half of you.

The lower-class entirely, mostly imps, or hellhounds would dislike you for being Goetia. Then Goetia would never even dare to look at you because of your ‘lesser blood’ they called it. You never had a place, and so… You kept it to yourself.

“I- I wanted to tell you- for so long but-“ you started but he cut you off, “but what?” He hissed.

“You never told me! That I’ve been snoozin’ with a damn half-blueblood this entire damn fuckin’ time!”

“It’s not like that, I don’t even have contacts with my parents! You know this!” You exclaimed trying to have him hear you. You heard him, clearly, the strain and dryness of his voice was present.

“Nah- you didn’t even fuckin’ tell me either?! Ya’ kno’ the shit I’ve done for ya? The bleedin’ the killin’? Nun’ of it?” His tail accidentally knocked down a framed photo of the two of you making a loud clunking noise.

The two of you paused as you looked at what he knocked down, mutually both of you felt sadness but with different feelings.

You felt anxiety creaking up your spine, and he felt anger, betrayal, all over his blackened soul.

“Striker, please-“ he looked up at you as you spoke, “I don’t- I don’t belong anywhere because of this- it’s not that, I don’t trust you- I’m scared you’ll go.”

Striker’s breath hitched, his heartbeat slowing… You could see he was starting to think but he avoided eye contact with you.

“Please- let’s, let’s talk about this-“ you tried reaching out for him, again, hoping for a different result only for him to do the same once again.

He backed away, shaking his head as he winced, starting to painfully walk away.

“…Is that it? Are you really going to fucking leave!? Just like that?! Just because of what I am?” You sniffled, tears began to swell. Sadness and fury poured into those tears.

He paused, he perked up as he listened to your words.

“After everything we’ve been through together? I thought I was your ride or die! The one person I could go to about- fucking anything, we’ve killed together, I’ve killed for you and you for me! And this is what you want to leave me over?!”

He blinked. “… Ride or die’s ain’t supposed to hide shit from each other-“

“You fucking hide from me, constantly, where the fuck where you today? Huh? Messing with royals who might come after you!”

He huffed, his pride refused to admit his wrongdoing, but his body language spoke it. His tail hanged low as well as his neck and shoulders.

“I know what I’m doin’, I’ve been doin’ this shit long before I had ya’!” He turned back to you.

“But now you do, you wanna risk it all? All of it?” You gritted your teeth, your body tensing up with your fists clenching.

“Risk your life for pride? And now- us? Because of something you should understand I cannot control.. You’re a hybrid just like me, you should understand!”

“I don’t need to understand shit, because I’m above all this- I’m above-“

“Us? You’re above us? That’s what you’re trying to say?” You put hands upon your hips, your eyebrows furrowed and tears began to fall, down your face, and even dripping onto your shirt.

He scowled. “Ya’- I fuckin’ am! Because I ain’t gonna be coddled by a half-ling blue blood-!” He perked up angrily once more, “talking to me as if you’re my fuckin’ ma? Hah! Fuck no! I ain’t!”

Striker stormed out leaving you stunned.

The words he spoke stabbed your heart like a thousand daggers in the back.

It broke you down, brought you on your knees to only cry. You turned to the photo that was knocked down, and sobbed relentlessly.

All over a damn feather.

—-

Striker on the other hand, realized he’s just like the person he was spiting for so long… If he was better than him, this wouldn’t have happened.

He wouldn’t have brought down the one person who pulled him up.

The one person he wanted to marry.

[alexandra-emerson]

Some Thoughts

(For readers horrified by what’s been going on in fandom who want to help)

Twats

I’m sad that some authors have been pulling their works from AO3, though I totally get it. But I’m not going to add to the “don’t sell fanfics” commentary much. I’m working with a lawyer to get mine taken down from Etsy, and it sucks, but I think this is an opportunity to talk about the fandom community as a whole. Specifically, what you can do to keep it alive and healthy.

I think it’s easy to sit at home, read about this illegal fanbinding drama with interest, run to AO3 to mass download your favorite fics, pat yourself on the back for not buying or selling fics illegally or not adding them to Goodreads, then move on with your life. But I would argue this passive attitude is just as harmful to the community, in some ways.

The Criticism Ratio

You all have probably heard that you’re supposed to deliver compliments and criticism with a ratio of 5:1. This is because negative comments stick in our heads more, so even if you were balancing the good and bad, or giving twice as many good comments as bad ones, the bad ones carry so much weight, they still seem to be winning.

With writing, I would argue this ratio is probably more like 10:1. Because it’s so personal. And most of us are so new to it. And it’s so much freaking work. I timed it once, and one chapter typically takes me 12 hours to write. That doesn’t include editing, or the hours my beta puts into editing. Then, to float all that work out into the world and get negativity back … oof, it makes embarking on the next 12 hours, and the next and the next VERY difficult.

My Experience

I’ve been an author of some popular fics in both the Harmony and Dramione spaces. On the Harmony side, I’ve dealt with personalized attacks, not just against my stories but against me as a person. And when that was going down, there weren’t a ton of fans speaking up on my behalf. I got a lot of DMs telling me those bullies were just the “loud minority” but from my point of view, with my supporters sounding like crickets, they felt like a majority. 

(Quick note to my Harmony readers: No I’m never writing Harmony again, get over it, and stop following me to every work I write next to ask me when I’m writing Harmony again. You had your chance to support me, and you fucking missed the boat.)

On the Dramione side, the public spaces are more moderated (thank God) so I’m less likely to stumble upon downright bullying. But this space is overwhelming in how BIG it is and how much conversation goes on about my fics. I always feel like the last to know when there’s some big Tik-Tok boom happening with one of my stories, when a story gets added to Goodreads, when there’s a reddit thread discussing the flaws in ‘Timeless’, when it gets posted for sale on Etsy, when someone popular binds it. It’s very hard to keep up with this giant fandom and it’s too much to handle at times. Which means if people don't send us things directly, we don't see it.

I also get this thing in Dramione that I didn’t get as much in Harmony where people act afraid or embarrassed to reach out to me. They’ll say things like, “I’m so sorry to bother you…” or “I’m sure you hear this all the time, and I know you don’t need to hear it from me too, but your works are great…” I think in Dramione people assume because it’s so big, other people are taking care of things, but that’s not the case. There is a lot of activity, for sure, but not much of that is making it back to the author.

My Ask

So anyway, think about the role you play in fandom. Are you contributing to the compliment bank, or the criticism one? (Remember, abstentions go with the majority. And in this case, every negative experience holds x10 weight).

Good things can be as simple as sending a quick note like, “Just letting you know I thought about your story today” or “Here’s another kudos because I just reread this gem!” It can be correcting a negative comment or review you see out in the wild, so that if the author ever stumbles across it, they see that their people are out there, sticking up for them. Ten people can instantly negate a bad comment with ten positive ones. Then if the author ever finds it, no harm done.

We all know the bad things that harm fandom, so there’s no need for me to rehash them here. But don’t forget that the passive things can be just as harmful. Things like: Rating a fanfic on Goodreads, because it’s already there, and you really want it to count towards your goal. Downloading a story, loving it, and never letting the author know. Reading rude comments online, complimenting yourself for not being that mean, then scrolling to the next thing.

My challenge to fandom is this: Let’s fill that compliment and support bucket so full that when an author does encounter a negative experience with one of their fanfics, they have a giant, fluffy pillow of endless love to fall back on. Let’s make those rare moments of nastiness truly feel like a minority to our creators. It’s not a ton of work. Our fandom is so flipping large, it just takes a tiny comment from each person to keep our community feeling like a fun, positive place to play.

[savoytrufflephd]

Let's talk about the title...

Having created this Tumblr for no other purpose than send HIUH (Hand in Unlovable Hand) asks to @thickenmyblood, I figured why not dedicate winter break to fic analysis posts?

So let's start with the title!

How could you possibly be here if you're worried about spoilers, but...

Hand in Unlovable Hand.

At first I was oriented toward the Mountain Goats song (“No Children”), you know how it goes :

I am drowning there is no sign of land you are coming down with me hand in unlovable hand

And throughout the fic's posting, lots of readers have been alternately finding Damen and then Laurent very hard to like (which was an awesome reading experience in and of itself because fanfic doesn’t always tend toward deeply complex characters). So the sort-of-toxic relationship view felt plausible (except I was always going for “appears-toxic-but-is-actually-true-love-and-totally-fixable” because this is make-believe anyway and it’s based on CP, so).

But now I’m thinking, what if the “unlovable” is actually about people who think they are unlovable? And what if that’s not just both Damen and Laurent, but also Nicaise?

So, like, what if what this little family actually has in common – even if Damen appears to have a very different history and Laurent has said they are too different – is their individual fears that no one will ever really love them?

Like Nicaise obviously doesn’t think Damen can actually love the real him and tries to be on his best behavior (even while pushing Damen’s boundaries). And Nicaise seems like he’s doing his level best to drive Laurent away, so that when Laurent eventually abandons him – as he fears - he can pretend that’s what he wanted anyway. 

And Damen has panic attacks about Maxime not because he gives a shit about Maxime but because he’s let Maxime represent the idea that Laurent never really loved Damen, but was just using Damen and moved on quickly and painlessly. And Damen had no mother and had a distant father and a resentful half-brother and he’s only just beginning to believe that chosen family can be real family.

And Laurent completely doesn’t get that Damen has this insecurity because he sees Damen’s life as so normal and charmed.

And, finally, even though our unreliable narrator thinks Laurent has always been in control of everything, including their relationship and entrance into the family formed by Laurent and Nicaise, Laurent’s insecurities (on nearly full display in Chapter 19) have been sprinkled throughout this fic like breadcrumbs.

In the original breakup:

“We’re different. We want different things.” Damen said nothing. The coffee was ashy in his mouth. Dry. “I’ve got Nicaise,” Laurent said, “and I can’t—this is not working. It was never going to work.”

In the overheard conversation with Ancel:

Ancel’s back is all Damen can see. His hair shakes from roots to ends when he tilts his head in Laurent’s direction. “I thought,” he says, slowly, “that you wanted different.” “I did.” “Ugh, Laurent, you’re giving me a headache. What even is the pro—” “I’m not,” Laurent says, louder than before. The shock of sound works like a slap, and Damen wants to move back into the hallway, to scurry to the other bathroom, to leave them alone, but his legs simply won’t take him there. “ I’m not. I’m still—you heard what Nicaise—”

In Laurent's interpretation of the breakup:

“You wanted out,” Laurent says, “so I gave you out.”

But Damen finds Laurent so loveable – and he didn’t ever really talk to Laurent about the effects his abuse – that he can’t understand how unloveable Laurent feels.

So I feel like they three are all so much alike (and so lost in insecurity) that now they’re all talking past each other.

But I also feel like when they come back together in the right way, the family will be so good for each other, damn it!

[kamy2425]

(Discworld Fanfic) The Meaning of Death: Chapter 11

*Living Biography Books~A School Field Trip To The University~Where IS That Cup Of Tea Death Mentioned?*

“So…um.”

SQUEAK!

Rincewind squinted at the creature, fairly certain he’d heard something vaguely intelligible beneath the squeaks. “I don’t think I’ve got any cheese on me, no.”

The hooded rodent stomped its skeletal foot with impatience.

SQUEAK! SQUEAK!

Failing to make useful conversation, the Death of Rats tilted its head and pointed at a door with its miniature scythe.

“Right,” said Rincewind, chuckling nervously. “As if I’m going to follow a suspicious creature into the hallways of Death—”

The Luggage, ever the opportunist, bolted after the rat.

The Death of Rats lunged through a crack into the large, ominous door, with the Luggage crashing into it, attempting to wedge its bulk through.

“Are you quite finished?” Rincewind asked, giving the Luggage just a few seconds before its legs gave up, splayed pathetically on the floor. It glared at its owner with something between wounded pride and spite.

“I reckon it’s one of those doors you have to pull,” Rincewind said dryly.

The Luggage tilted its lid.

“Oh, don’t believe me, do you?” Rincewind muttered, stepping forward and grasping the handle. “Watch and learn—”

He froze mid-sentence, eyes darting through the now open door. The Luggage leaned forward as well, crowding behind him. A library. Not just any library—a vast expanse of books spiraling into infinity. It almost rivaled the Unseen University’s.

Almost.

But something was off. These books were... too well-behaved. No chains, no growling. No rebellious incantations trying to leap off the page. Not one book rebelling against their readers. Rincewind ran a hand along their spines and sensed something—importance. And oddly enough, they were all named after people.

“Biographies.” Rincewind muttered under his breath, “These must be books written by-wait no that’s not right.” He ran up with such energy, putting his finger breeze through the pages as his mind wandered into a world of words. 

“They’re alive.” he said, wide-eyed, “Each one of them is a person, and this is their life! Written here! Everything! This is fascinating I-”

No. Don’t. He told himself. Get a grip. You’ve done this before. 

That little curious spark inside him did him no good. Last time he got curious with a book was when he was a teenager and got dared into reading the Octavo. Long story short, it caused one of the spells to enter his head and prevented him from casting any magic. Even if he went to the whole trouble of taking it out, his magic abilities never came back. 

Just look. He told himself, no touch.

Closing his eyes, he could hear the faint, endless scribbling. The lives of millions, buzzing around him, their stories in constant conversation. But what about the others? The ones not glowing with gold lettering?

Rincewind’s gaze fell to the bottom shelf. He barely hovered a finger near one of the duller books when it began to crumble into dust. He stepped back, hand over his mouth, bumping into the Luggage.

“Sorry.”

The Luggage, as usual, showed no inclination to understand or care, already wandering off in search of the Death of Rats.

Rincewind frowned, deep in thought. If these books capture every second of a person’s life, they must also record... their last.

A sudden chill ran down his human spine. With much speed, he skimmed the titles of every book that started with the letter T. Rincewind scratched his head and turned over to the F section. 

“Ah, of course.” Rincewind sighed as his arm rose to a particular book and turned over the more recent pages. 

It reads:

2:30 pm, Twoflower is enjoying a peaceful lunch in the park. A blue butterfly lands delicately on his finger. He regrets leaving his iconograph at home.

Rincewind smiled. He could see it clearly. The non-existent pen scribbled on:

2:35 pm, Two-Flower found a coin on the ground. What a lucky day, he thought as he picked up the coin. He tossed it at a nearby fountain, closed his eyes and began to pray.

‘I hope my letter will arrive safely to him’. He wished, ‘Too bad I didn’t get a picture of that butterfly. I shall draw him one!’

Rincewind closed the book as though it were on fire. "Right. The letters…”

He cringed, picturing the pile of unopened letters stuffed under his mattress. It’s not that he disliked the guy. Quite the opposite. Twoflower was probably the only human alive who liked him. Who didn’t see him as a failed wizard or a coward. And that’s why... the letters stayed unopened. And Rincewind won’t even dare to write him back. Yup, that makes total sense.

Trying to distract himself, Rincewind decided to search for his own biography. Oddly enough, his was encased in glass, a worn, red-leather tome.

Well, that’s…ominous.

He lifted the glass and opened the book, noting the red bookmarks scattered through the pages. Just to be thorough, he flipped to page one:

“WOMAN RAN AWAY. THEN RINCEWIND WAS BORN.”

Yup. Sounds about right. The book didn’t even bother with the details. Rincewind had very few early memories, though he did recall one when he was about eight years old. Yes, that was when he first visited the University.

He visited the University as a school trip, you see. Children were lining up to place their little curious hands on an orb that measured their magical potential. On his turn, little Rincewind put up his palm on the device, which of course, caused it to break instantaneously. Having to be chased down by the staff and the students that didn’t get a turn, Rincewind hid behind the curtains for the rest of the day. Since then, the University didn’t quite remember as to why they had one more student in their faculty. And Rincewind stayed there ever since. 

It is safe to say, they never let another school trip to that place. It was, of course, for the safety of the wizards. 

He never thought much about his past. He never thought of a life outside being a wizard in general. But those little red bookmarks? They piqued his interest. As his hand touched one, the seam of gold thread flew from the book, manifesting a door in the wall. "Rincewind" was inscribed above it. The door swung open, beckoning.

A gentle force nudged him forward, but a familiar voice echoed behind him.

CURIOUS? asked Death.

The door slammed shut. Rincewind spun around, defensive.

“Curious? Me? Haha, that’s pretty much the OPPOSITE of what I do. Curious. haha.”

Death hummed as its flaming eyes looked over the non existent door,

HAVE YOU ENJOYED YOUR STAY?

“Not exactly my cup of tea,” Rincewind muttered.

WHAT ABOUT THIS ONE?

Death handed Rincewind his much awaited drink.

“Erm, thanks.” Rincewind sipped.

Blast it. 

It was perfect. 

This tea really is to die for.

For the Fic!

[corleonewrites]

La Vérité

AU: Anatomy of a Fall (2023)

Vincent Renzi x Original Female Character fanfic.

Summary: Two people connected by the same past. Two lawyers. And one tangled case which brought them back together again, giving them the opportunity to sort out their feelings towards each other, no matter how painful memories are to both of them can be.

Chapter 1. Consolations, S. 172: No. 3 Lento placido

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Life is full of unexplainable chances, turns and vicissitudes, which are leading to the mind-blowing conclusions. By these forces people can meet again after years apart, when they promised to never see each other. And it happened to me.

It was the regular cold winter morning in Paris, when I left my apartment, listening to classic’s music playlist in my headphones, while heading to the bureau where I work, reading a book while in the crowded underground. Paris was slowly waking up for the last day before the weekend, streets were busy with people hurrying to their working places, but I made my trip to the bureau fast as I usually do, and I opened the door to the lawyers' office when Franz Liszt’s composition was finishing its tune in my headphones.

“Good morning, Madeleine”, I said to my colleague, entering the bureau.

“Morning, Camille”, she replied, checking her makeup in the small mirror, “I hope you didn’t forget that we’re celebrating your solved case tonight at Brasserie Lipp”, she said, before I disappeared in my cabinet, “I’m not giving up my plans to find you a handsome boyfriend there”, I rolled my eyes when I heard the ending of her sentence but thankfully, she didn’t see it.

“How could I forget about this evening, especially after that hard case, we deserve the celebration”, I turned to Madeleine and smiled, “But I’m working just fine without boyfriend, but thanks for your consideration” I finished, and closed the door behind me, when she replied: “I won’t give up, Camille, you know me” which put a smile on my face.

I didn’t like to discuss my private life with anyone, not with my friends nor, of course, with my colleagues. Besides, I had my own love secrets which never led to anything and after which I decided to give up finding someone for me. Probably I wasn’t designed for love and I was full of hard job as a lawyer, trying to find balance between work and my life, and enjoyed every minute of my free time. I didn’t need no one. Or I thought I didn’t.

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During her teenage years, my mother read the play Camille by Alexandre Dumas and was so impressed by the name that she decided to name her future daughter the same way. So, when she married my father and when I was born, I got that name. Camille Cadieux. My parents were successful and very important lawyers and both of them came from lawyers’ dynasties: English and French. And since my childhood I spent summer vacations both in countryside in Cambridgeshire and in Provence, where my grandparents live. My childhood was full of literature and old films, I loved to get lost in stories that they were telling me through pages of a book or film frames. As a grown-up woman I continued to enjoy these hobbies of mine, they helped me not only to relax after hard long working day, but also to forget my thoughts.

I always knew that I would be a lawyer, just like my parents. For a 27-year-old lawyer I’ve achieved great heights in a short time, taking a couple of factors in mind: I’ve known a lot about law since I was a teenager, with the help of my parents of course, and I didn’t want and had no right to let them down.

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My computer was turned on, I poured fresh coffee in my cup and started to check e-mails. Regular morning routine. But suddenly my eyes caught an e-mail with painfully familiar name and surname, which I wanted to forget and thought that I succeeded in it:

“Hello, Camille,

You are probably surprised to see this e-mail from me, after a long time since we’ve spoken for the last time. But I recalled how good you were at your studies in my class and I’ve heard about your successful cases at court in the past year, so I’m asking you to help me with one case on which I’m currently starting to work. I will understand if you decline it, and I will be happy if you agree.

Please, reply to this message as soon as possible. I will be glad to hear from you again.

Best regards,

Vincent”

I reread this message a couple of times trying to process what was written there. I knew only one person named Vincent. Vincent Renzi. Maître Vincent Renzi, who was my tutor when I was studying MA at law school, whom I wanted to forget and never meet again. But at the same time deep inside me I wanted to meet him once again, even though it’d probably be hard, but couldn’t resist.

After tapping the reply to my ex-tutor, I took a sip from my coffee, stood up from the desk and looked at the streets of Paris from the window, opening it slightly to have a smoke. Funny how our paths connected again in the strangest way possible. But it wasn’t so strange, because we work in the same sphere, solving cases and being presented during courts. We never met in courts before nor worked together. Maybe it was the right time to start.

The reply came fast. We agreed to meet each other the next day, on Saturday, at the small bistro to discuss the case and after we confirmed the meeting my heart started to beat a little faster, so quiet, like hidden and almost forgotten feelings which I have towards Vincent started to wake up. I wish I couldn’t feel anything, but it just won’t stop easily, all that I needed to do was to be professional, just how I always was at first during my studies and now during my work.

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Office hours finished fast and the computer with lamp on the table were switched off, and I stood up from my chair, taking the coat and tying scarf around my neck, brushed my long dark brown hair a little with right hand and exited my cabinet agreeing to meet Madeleine before the Brasserie Lipp’s entrance at 20:00.

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Brasserie Lipp was crowded and loud as always, with a big queue of people waiting outside to have a seat at the famous bistro. The atmosphere at our table was busy: me and Madeleine were discussing solved cases, thinking about future ones, when my thoughts were interrupted by the memories and anxiety to meet Vincent the next day. The ideas about the case on which he wanted to ask me to work on together with him combined together with bubbles from champagne which I was drinking at Brasserie Lipp’s and this strange mixture was circling around, trying to build the right narrative and thick line of evidence even though I had no idea what the case was going to be like and how it’d turn everything upside down.

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The taxi drove me away from the noise of working Friday and evening at Brasserie Lipp as I was heading back home, with the only aim to get inside my bed and have a good sleep, which I didn’t have for a long period of time and thought that wouldn’t have if I’d agree to help Vincent with the case. But one thought still couldn’t leave me: why did Vincent write me after all these years of silence and why even me? It wasn’t a lie when he said that I was very good and very successful lawyer, I was flattered when he said in this letter that I was one of the best in the class, because it was true, not only because he wanted to satisfy my ego. Leos are all the same, we need to please ourselves and our egos.

I took a quick shower, put on my pajamas and after I finished my evening skincare routine, I looked at myself in the mirror while brushing my long brown hair: gray-green eyes which looked a little tired after a hard-working week, a scar on my right cheek, which I got as a child. My scar especially was my highlight which I loved, together with my short height. I sighed and walked into my bedroom, turning off the main light leaving one lamp on bedside table on.

The bedside table was occupied with everything: a book which I was reading at that time, a pack of cigarettes and a lighter, lip balm for my dry lips, small photo frame with a picture of me when I was a child and the clock which was showing almost 1 o’clock in midnight. I turned off the vinyl player which was playing beautiful jazz compositions and finally jumped inside the warm blanket hoping that I’d fall asleep very fast as I was afraid to drown in endless thoughts and memories about my past with Vincent and anxiety about meeting him the very next day, acting that nothing never happened between us.

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[cressthebest]

i want to start this out by saying that if this ask is something that you are not comfortable answering or talking about please don’t answer it bc some of this might be a little personal.

i saw in one of your posts about you being ex-catholic and i was curious about that. i’m a catholic person that goes to a catholic school, in a catholic town, with a catholic family. i’ve been really thinking about being catholic recently and my problems with it. i was wondering if you could share a little of your experience with me? again if this is too personal please ignore i don’t want to pry into your life.

i promise i wasn’t ignoring this, i just suck at answering asks 😔 which is unfortunate because i love receiving asks and talking about myself

and i have no concept of person space/personal questions, so honestly it’s all chill

but my experience honestly only got worse with time. when i was little, things were more fun, as things typically are when you’re young. i was always bored in church, but i liked wearing pretty dresses and singing the songs. this post will go over a lot of uncomfortable topics and will be quite personal. you’ve been warned. blep. 👁️👅👁️

the first step, which is ignored for a long time was drumroll …. masturbation. i didn’t learn about it from books or fanfic or porn or anything. i was just a kid (maybe 13) and figuring out my body, which included being curious about why touching down there in certain ways felt good. once i realized what it was and that it was a sin, i started to struggle a lot. 1. it felt good and i didn’t want to stop feeling good in that way. 2. but it’s a sin and god did not approve.

for non-catholics reading, in catholicism we do something called confession. it’s where we go to a priest and tell him all our sins. the priest acts as god, and when you tell him this, it’s basically telling god. he then forgives you and gives you a penance, which is typically just a set of prayers to say. and they’re NOT ALLOWED to tell anyone else your sins.

well i was a regular confession attendee, but i could never bear to tell the priest that i had masturbated. lots of times i would cry after masturbating and was worried about going to hell, because i wasn’t stopping. i couldn’t figure out how to abstain from this habit (that quite frankly i didn’t even indulge in very much). lots of tears and fear associated with something that is supposed to feel good.

i can’t remember if i eventually resolved that i wouldn’t stop even tho it was a sin, or if i struggled with this up until i stopped believing in general.

it honestly started to go downhill the most once covid hit. (i was about 14) school closed, and so my mother decided that her kids (all six of us) would be homeschooled from now on. the homeschooling was the second step. she decided it would be best for our family to be catholic homeschooled. all of our books were Seton Homeschooling. any catholic homeschooler has probably heard of this program, even if they never used it. this program taught me a hella lot more about the faith. and me being autistic, this definitely became a hyperfixation. i learned a lot tbh. i probably know more about catholicism than the average practicing catholic.

knowing a lot about the faith caused me to find lots of weird “plot holes” and lots of contradictions. my faith was beginning to waiver, but i was learning everything i could about the faith, trying to answer my questions. honestly, i was starting to lose my grip on the faith.

covid being covid, this was the time i started to discover my sexuality. asexuality came first. it was a struggle to come to terms with, but i found out that there were gay people who were still catholic and i found temporary comfort in that community. i determined that my asexuality was actually a blessing from god. (he gave it to me because if i wasn’t asexual, i probably would have had sex before marriage because i love so fiercely and fully. so he gave asexuality to me so i could prevent myself from the sin of premarital sex. looking back, i think that’s a load of bullshit considering i’m actually demisexual lmao)

but then i had a ✨bi awakening✨which coincidentally took place in a church. a very pretty girl passed me in church and i forgot how to breathe lol. anyways, i left that church knowing something new about me. by the end of the week, i was thinking of myself as bi. i actually started dating this girl a few months later. funny enough, i felt like god had blessed our relationship and didn’t condemn it, simply because he allowed me to meet a girl named MARY in his CHURCH. so u felt like our relationship wasn’t a sin. she was catholic as well. we were quite the pair.

at this point, i was grasping at threads trying to find a reason to still be catholic. the next big incident snapped the thread. my best freind (catholic) told me that my relationship with mary was a sin and she couldn’t support it. i hung up with her lol. she called back and i said i’d only stay on the phone if she wasn’t mean. she proceeded to pull out a script she wrote to tell me how this was a sin and the guilty feelings i was having was because deep down i knew it was a sin. (it was just internalized homophobia). i hung up again. she texted me a long script and said i was going to hell. i blocked her.

here’s the part where the issue unfolds. she told her mom the situation, and her mom called my mom. she outed me to my mother. that night, not only did i lose my best friend and my girlfriend, but also any sense of comfort i felt in my house for about three years. (don’t worry for my safety. mother took away lots of my privileges such as internet, friends coming over, me being able to text most of my friends, going to my friend’s places, sleepovers, etc. but it was never unsafe for me) but that incident was probably the final drop that made the bucket overflow. i stopped believing in god sometime after that.

my loss of faith and discovery of sexuality are tied together and i cannot separate those journeys. however, i do believe that even without a sexuality discovery, i would have realized i didn’t believe in catholicism any more.

knowing as much as i did about catholicism, combined with my firm-proof-needing autism, and my sexuality discovery, all led me to lose the faith. after leaving it, i began to despise it, while also feeling guilty. it took many years to become okay with no longer being catholic.

though i would also like to note that even the catholic institution is quite corrupt and i hate organized church, i don’t hate people for being catholic. it makes me wary at first, but catholicism and god are not the issues. i don’t hate on people for being catholic or believing, nor do i want to belittle their faith. however, i feel like the catholic community is corrupt.

i don’t want to encourage you in either direction. do what’s best for you and what would help you be the best person and most happy in your life. i encourage you to question things and be curious about the faith. it might make your faith stronger, and you will be happy you did it, or you will realize this isn’t something you want to spend time on anymore. it’s up to you. and it may take YEARS to figure out. be kind to yourself and to others, and i guarantee it will be okay. no matter what you discover, you’ll have a community waiting for you.

as an end note, i’d like to add that you can ask any follow up questions you please. i’m willing to answer anything. if you require clarification on anything, just shoot an ask. i am aware that i wrote this while very sick with strep and honestly some of this might not make sense.

[megalony]

Megan, I'm so sorry that you are having to deal with these rude people! Apparently they've never heard the phrase "if you have nothing nice to say then don't say anything at all." You're truly an amazing writer!! I started watching the show after reading one of your fics! I love all the details that you write in your stories and I look forward to reading every story that you post! Keep writing!! Sending you lots of love and a hug ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤

You’ve just made me cry ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Thank you!

I’ve joined a few fandoms after randomly reading fanfics about characters it’s how I got into a. Lot of obsessions and knowing you’ve done the same with my writing is so amazing to me.

Sending love and hugs your way too

🥹❤️🥹

[idkyouyet23]

‘For Your Love’ 

~ a LITG Ryan fanfic ~ 

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

Chapter One - Those First Glances 

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞 💌:

Ahh I’m literally so excited for this fanfic as I’ve been planning it for a while now! 

I’ve used parts of the script but adding my own flair to it and also my own parts, and Amelia won’t be included in this story either,

I’m hoping that you guys will love it too,

As always, I’d love to hear your thoughts & feedback in the comments!!!

~Jess 

You can read it below or on AO3, 

whatever you like :)

𝐈𝐬𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚’𝐬 𝐏𝐨𝐯:

As I step out of the jeep, I see the Villa right in front of me, my home for the next few weeks if I get that far,

𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘧 𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦?

𝘐 𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 !

I strut my way into the Villa with the camera close to me, I stroll into the garden  to find one girl there before me, she has long dark hair with glasses, I heard a squeal out of her when she notices me

‘Hi I’m Ivy, you look gorgeous!’

‘Thank you, so do you! My name is Isabella’, I reply with a soft smile

‘Oh my gosh, you’re Italian?’

‘Yes I am, I’m from Rome’

‘That’s really cool, can I get you a glass of champagne?’

‘Yes please Ivy’

‘Here you go’, she hands me a glass and we clink our glasses together 

‘Thank you!’, then we hear heels clicking on the ground coming towards us,

the girl appears with bright blue hair,

‘𝘚𝘩𝘦’𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘨𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘰𝘶𝘴’, I think to myself.

‘Well I hope that there’s a glass of champagne for me, I’m Bella and I have to say you both are beautiful’ 

‘Thanks Bella, I’m Isabella but everyone calls me Izzy’ 

‘Ivy’, is all she replies with a smile 

‘So what are your types girls?’, Bella enquires after 

‘Tall, dark and handsome, ambitious too of course’

Before my turn, I ask Bella ‘What is your type Bella?’

‘Fun and naughty, someone who’s impulsive, I like boys and girls’

I grin at her response, ‘You’re into girls too?’

‘Yes I’m open to anyone, so you are too Izzy, what about you Ivy?’

‘I just want the boys’ 

Next our discussion turns to our occupations 

‘I’m a DJ’, Bella tells us 

‘Ooh what do you like to play?’

‘A bit of everything, depends on the vibes in the venue, what is your occupation Izzy?’

‘I’m a bass player in a rock band’

‘That’s so cool! What’s your job Ivy?’

‘I’m a lab technician in Oxford, 

absolutely loving it!…’

Bella interrupts Ivy, ‘There’s another girl coming’ 

I gaze around to see a girl who has blonde hair with pink tips coming towards us 

‘I can’t believe that I’m actually here! 

I’m Grace’

We join her in a group hug just by the pool

‘Well where are the boys?!’, Grace asks us,

I giggle at her enthusiasm and then I ask her

‘Most of us have answered so I’ll ask you, Grace what’s your type?’

‘I’m certainly looking for a man, not a boy! 

One who can sweep me off my feet and who can treat me right’

‘I just remembered that you never told us your type Izzy’

‘I’ve had my fair share of heartbreak in the past, people mainly want me for my fame or money and I’m honestly sick of that but I want someone who is romantic and wears their heart on their sleeve, someone who I can spend the rest of my life with’

‘That makes sense for someone like you, wait how long have we been single for girls?’, Grace brings up the question

‘I’ve been single for a while now, must be about a year and a half I’d say’, I admit 

‘I like living the single life but I want something real this time’, Ivy declares 

‘Damn right and two years for me’, Grace replies 

‘It must be about six months, wasn’t even that serious honestly but I’m ready for something deeper now’, Bella announces 

‘Nothing serious for me since my first proper boyfriend’, Ivy utters 

‘There’s nothing like your first love! How did it end with him?’

‘I got bored of waiting for him getting his life together, I mean who’s got time to wait for someone to step up?’

‘We definitely all have ditsy love stories, what is yours Izzy?’,

‘I think that we just wanted different things for our lives, that was a long time ago now, it did hurt though as I had caught strong feelings for him’ 

‘Nothing hits like your first love’, Bella responds 

‘Sometimes in the streets of Rome, 

I catch glimpses of him but that’s it,

I think that we should check out the Villa before the boys get here’

‘Let’s do it!’, Grace squeals and we race off together, first we end up in the bedroom, I notice my name on one of the beds so I lay down on it

‘Wow this is comfy!’

The three other girls jump onto their beds but Ivy’s is further away 

‘I fancy more privacy while I’m here’, Ivy announces 

‘Everyone is still gonna see and hear everything that goes on in here’, Bella states 

‘When I crack on with someone it’ll be on the download though’, Grace replies 

‘You definitely won’t miss it if I crack on with someone’ 

‘I’m thinking that you’re the noisy type Ivy’, Bella admits and Ivy perks up 

‘I think that you’ll find that out soon enough’, we all share a laugh together 

‘How do you like to crack on Izzy?’

Grace enquires 

‘It’ll be on the down low for sure, I want it to be between me and my partner, it’s more romantic that way in my opinion’

‘Yes it feels more intimate too, I can’t wait to see everyone get their flirt on!’, Grace remarks and all of us place our suitcases next to our beds 

‘I’m gonna go check out the terrace!’, Bella says and we rush out there, Grace lays down on the seats while Bella observes the flowers on the walls

‘This is gonna be perfect for the secret kisses!’, Grace comments 

‘Ooh are we already planning our secret kisses Grace?’, I ask her 

‘I might be’, Grace smirks 

‘It would also definitely be perfect for listening into the boys’ secrets chats in the garden’

‘Someone is getting sneaky already!’, Bella exclaims and suddenly my phone pings, the other girls gasp as I say;

‘I got a text!’

‘𝑮𝒊𝒓𝒍𝒔, 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒐𝒚𝒔! 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒑𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆. #𝑨𝒓𝒆𝒀𝒐𝒖𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚𝑭𝒐𝒓𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆? #𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒆𝒓𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔𝑵𝒐𝒘’

‘Oh my gosh!’, Grace responds 

‘We better get ready, to the dressing room girls!’, I exclaim loudly, we touch up our hair, makeup and of course our outfits too 

‘Well I think I’m ready for action’, I say looking at myself in a mirror 

‘You’re looking so stunning Izzy’, Bella remarks 

‘Thanks Bella!’ And then Grace’s phone pings 

‘I got a text, girls!’

‘𝑮𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒆, 𝒊𝒕’𝒔 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒐𝒚𝒔. 𝑷𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒃𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒐𝒐𝒍 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒑𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 #𝑭𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕𝑷𝒊𝒄𝒌#𝑩𝒐𝒚𝒔𝑩𝒐𝒚𝒔𝑩𝒐𝒚𝒔’

‘𝘎𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘭𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘺 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘬, 𝘐’𝘮 𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰 𝘫𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘴’, I think to myself, ‘𝘏𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘣𝘰𝘺 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦’.

We all let out a scream for Grace 

‘Wish me luck, girls!’

Without another words, Grace runs out of the room 

‘She certainly wasn’t time wasting’

‘Should we go to the terrace to get a sneak peek of the boys?’, I suggest

‘Yes Izzy, let’s do that!’, Ivy says with enthusiasm in her voice once we arrive at the terrace, we take turns peeking over the side at the garden below us, I look down but I can see them clearly enough but I can make out four boys and laughter coming from them 

‘Sounds like she’s getting her flirt on’

‘You haven’t seen my flirt game yet girls, it’s all about eye contact’

Bella gasps, ‘Two boys stepped forward for her!’, looking down again we see Grace giving one of them a hug as she joins him,

My phone pings next 

‘𝑰𝒔𝒂𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒂, 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒂𝒘𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒐𝒚𝒔’

‘It’s time for me to have a closer look at them!’

‘Go get ‘em!’, Bella encourages and as I step away, I take a deep breath to relieve my nervousness.

I take my time strutting across the garden towards the four boys by the pool, I hear cheers from them as they all notice me

‘Time to see that flirt game you promised us Izzy!’, Ivy yells down from the terrace 

I flutter my eyelashes at the boys as I strut my way past them, the boys seem excited as I hear ‘oohs’ from them 

‘Ciao boys! I have to say, you’re all looking tasty to me! You guys were definitely worth the wait as am I, of course’, 

I blow the boys each a kiss 

‘Now that’s how you make an entrance Izzy!’,

Grace says clearly impressed, she’s with a tall boy, who gives me a grin full of confidence 

‘I’m sure that you’ve got everyone’s attention there Izzy, I’m Ozzy’

‘Hey Ozzy, you two have just coupled up then?’

‘Vibes are there so I stepped forward’

‘Isn’t he gorgeous? Not that you’re not too Lewie’, a pretty blonde boy speaks up,

‘I stepped forward too, you two look good together, not gonna lie about that, although seeing you Izzy, I’m glad I’m still single, you look stunning so hopefully I’ll have a shot with you’, I stare over at the next boy waiting for him to starting talking

‘You’ll definitely have some competition there pal, Izzy I’m Jamal’, I watch as the lady boy in the line runs his hand through his dark wavy hair and then shoots me a cheeky smile

‘𝘎𝘰𝘴𝘩 𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘰𝘶𝘴’, I shoot him a wink 

‘Hey Izzy, I’m absolutely loving your energy, I’m Ryan’

‘It really is lovely to meet you boys, I’d also love to hear a bit about yourselves’

‘I’m from Newcastle originally, I do backing dancing for artists’ 

‘Ooh, anyone we might know?’, I ask Ozzy

‘That would be telling now wouldn’t it? I do some modelling too but dancing’s my jam’

‘I’m a skateboarder and videographer’

‘Interesting, I’m in a rock band so I’ll let you know if we’re needing you for our music videos’

‘That’s cool! I film and edit videos for the social, my tricks and all that, I’ve also gotten deals from clothing brands so I have to promo stuff too, I don’t stay still for long’, Jamal laughs to himself and he speaks up again, ‘I’m usually up for anything, pick me and I can guarantee that you won’t get bored’, 

Next I turn back to Lewie who smiles at me

‘I’m a footballer…’, before another word Grace says, ‘You didn’t tell me you are a footballer, is it too late to change my mind?’

‘I’m semi pro right now but possibly moving up a league next season, I’d say that I’m cool, calm and collected, except on the pitch or in the bedroom, I’m looking for a girl and we can be best mates but still have a spark together and someone I can bring home to have a Sunday roast with my nana’ 

‘Let me guess you’re a nana’s boy then?’,

I try my best to not start giggle 

‘Yeah she’s a vibe, she cracks me up and I’m sure that you’d love her’,

I glance again at Ryan, I stare into his beautiful eyes as we hold intense eye contact together, it’s almost like we’re staring into each other’s souls 

‘I’m a professional footballer’, is all he says

‘You’re kidding?’, Lewie sounds shocked 

‘Yeah course I am, never played football in my life, more into my music that sports’

‘You’re a musician then?’, I ask Ryan with a flirty smile on my face

‘Yeah singer/songwriter, I play folky stuff but I love all kinds of music, I’m a old school romantic, I wear my heart on my sleeve, life’s too short for games, I want every moment together to feel unforgettable’

‘Good to know’

‘Enough about us, I want to know more about you Izzy, what’s your type?’

‘𝘠𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘦𝘹𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘮𝘺 𝘵𝘺𝘱𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦’, was the first thought that came into my head to say but I think against it and reply with,

‘Earlier I said to the girls that I’m into the romantic and soulful type’

‘Stoked to hear that Izzy, especially since you’re exactly my type too’

‘I look forward to seeing that romantic side of yours Ryan, I can’t pretend like I’m not intrigued to see what romance with you looks like ‘cause I definitely am’

‘Hopefully it looks as beautiful as you right now, I hope you don’t think that’s too cheesy to say, I adore your blue eyes already’

‘I’ll admit yours aren’t too bad either’ 

Then my phone pings, 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦!

‘I got a text!’

‘𝑰𝒔𝒂𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒂, 𝒊𝒕’𝒔 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒖𝒑 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂 𝒃𝒐𝒚. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕, 𝒃𝒐𝒚𝒔, 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒑 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖’𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒏 𝑰𝒔𝒂𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒂 #𝑪𝒐𝒖𝒑𝒍𝒆𝑼𝒑 #𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒆𝒓𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈’

I lock eyes with Ozzy who looks like he wants to step forward but looks at Grace and decides against it, then my eyes lock again with Ryan as he steps forward

‘I was always stepping forward for you’ 

‘You’re not the only one’, Jamal tells Ryan as he too steps forwards, giving me a flirty grin 

‘I’d be punching with you Izzy, but I ain’t playing it safe here’, Lewie then steps forward 

‘Woah, this is so flattering!’

‘So what’s it gonna be, Izzy?’, Grace asks clearly eager to know my decision 

‘Oh Mamma Mia, how am I supposed to choose? Well you are all gorgeous looking but I’m gonna go with my heart now, the boy I’d like to couple up with is Ryan, you’ve definitely caught my eye the moment I laid eyes on you’ 

‘Well like Lewie said earlier, I’m punching, I can��t wait to get to know you better’

I notice Ryan beaming as I walk over to him, then he holds his arms out for a hug,

I couldn’t help but bring him into a hug and after we pull away, he grins as I stand next to him

‘I’m genuinely so happy that you picked me’, Ryan tells me

‘I’ve got a good feeling about you two’, Lewie remarks and Ryan replies with,

‘Cheers Lewie, appreciate that, 

I’m feeling a connection for sure’

‘Yeah, you two are gonna be a vibe!’

Before I can say anything, Bella comes across the lawn grinning brightly 

‘Who’s ready to take things up a notch? I’m Bella! Two couples already and you girls seem pleased with your choosing’

I nod at her with a smile, I can feel myself blushing 

‘If you two other boys want to step forward, that would be great!’

Ryan gives me a reassuring smile and Bella grins as Lewie steps forward for her 

‘You seem to be a bit of me, with that wild energy you’re bringing, they do say that opposites attract so I’m into it’

‘I’m not sure if we’re too different to work out or not but I’m curious to find out ‘cause you’re dreamy! The boy I want to couple up with is Lewie’, Bella gives Lewie a kiss on the cheek 

‘Keep smiling Jamal, it’s not over yet’, Ryan advises him 

‘Mate we’re just getting started!’

Head’s begin to turn as Ivy struts across the lawn, blowing kisses to each of the boys

‘Boys! Hope you’re not getting too attached to your ladies already’

‘Uh oh’, Grace blurts out 

‘I’m Ivy, I’ll admit that you’re all a bit of me at the moment’ 

‘You’re gonna spice things up, aren’t you Ivy?’, Ozzy assumes

‘I have no plan on going home any time soon anyways’

‘She’s full of confidence’, Grace comments 

‘You’re not kidding there’, Ryan responds and Ivy begins with her eye contact that she told us about earlier 

‘Your eye contact’s something else’, Lewie utters 

‘Outrageous isn’t it!’, Bella replies 

‘Boys, who fancies stepping forward for an unforgettable ride?’

I look up at Ryan who gives me a reassuring squeeze on my hand

‘Sorry Bella, but she is a worldie’, Lewie says stepping forward 

‘You do you pal, we’ve only just met’

Jamal steps forward too and tells Ivy,

‘You couldn’t be any more my type if you tried, you seem like a handful but so am I’

‘I certainly hope so’, Ivy says 

‘I’m feeling that cheeky spark already!’

‘Oh is that what we’re calling it?’

‘Well I’m feeling like a third wheel’, Lewie admits and I enquire,

‘Who’s it gonna be then, Ivy?’

‘There’s something about all you boys, some of you are coupled up but no one’s married off yet, things are gonna change quickly here but the boy I’m going to couple up with us…’ ,

Ivy takes a look at Ryan for a second checked speaking again 

‘Jamal’ 

‘Wasn’t expecting her to pick him’, Ryan whispers to me as Ivy goes over to Jamal and they share a kiss, looking like it was right out of a movie

‘I wasn’t expecting it either especially the way she looked at you for a second’, 

I breath out 

‘Can you see them working?’, Ryan asks and I think for a moment 

‘I think I’m seeing heads turning as soon as the bombshells arrive’ 

‘I think you’re right about that, heads will turn’

‘It shall be interesting to see if they’re still all lovey dovey with each other then’ 

‘It will for sure, I’m intrigued to see how the first couplings are gonna work out but enough about that, I couldn’t be any happier right now, I was hoping that you’d pick me from the moment that I saw you’ 

‘Sounds like I’ve made an impact on you then’

‘I have to say that your flirty entrance was unreal, the boys were all drooling here’,

Ivy and Jamal’s kiss finally ends 

‘You both finally needed some air? 

That was an epic kiss’, Ozzy observed

‘We have to make the most of every second that we have here’

The couples stroll away from each other, every couple eager to get to know each other, Ryan and I take a seat on the swing seat together 

‘That first coupling was intense, it worked out great though and you’re honestly so stunning especially in that outfit’

‘The recouplings to come I’m sure will get more intense as we go on, but looks like I’m ticking boxes for you then?’

‘You for sure are, no complaints yet! 

Tell me more about yourself Izzy’

‘As I’ve said I’m in a rock band, 

I play the bass and if you couldn’t tell by my accent I’m Italian’ 

‘Wow that’s amazing! I’m glad that we’ve got music in common’

‘Same I was hoping that I’d find someone who’s also in the music industry here’ 

‘Now that we’re coupled up, is there anything that you would like to ask me?’

Ryan asks and I think of a perfect question instantly 

‘What are you hoping to find here in the villa?’

‘Maybe I’ve found it already’,

I cover my face with my hands as blush creeps up on my cheeks 

‘Really?’, I mutter 

‘Just joking, it is too early to know how deep out connection will be, I think that we definitely have a connection and I assume that you think so too since you choose me and also because you cheeks are bright red right now…’ Ryan lets out a chuckle 

‘I’ve had flings in the past but I want to be head over heels in love now with a girl who has me up at all hours of the night writing songs about her’

‘Aww that’s sweet! I was gonna say that I’d write songs about you too but I’m definitely not a good singer’

‘I’m sure I could make a singer out of you in more ways than one if you know what I mean ‘cause maybe we’d stay up all night doing something else too’, Ryan smirks at me and I wink at him, we can hear Ivy’s flirtatious laughter from across the lawn 

‘Looks like some of the other couples are hitting it off as well, I think I’ve already got my read on the first couples’ Ryan points out 

‘Really? That’s quite fast, we haven’t been here that long’,  I ask him curiously 

‘I’ve always been a quick reader of people’

‘Ooh have you now?’

‘I’m liking what my gut is telling me about you so far’

‘I’m certainly glad to hear that coming from you’, I smile at Ryan which he returns 

‘Do you wanna continue chatting with me?’

‘Of course I do! I’m excited to get to know you on a deeper level’

‘Great! I was hoping that you’d say that’

‘I wanna know your read on the other couples then?’

‘I’m not really sensing too much speaks with Bella and Lewie’

‘I mean I understand that ‘cause he stepped forward for Ivy after all’

‘My gut is telling me that they’ll be a friendship couple, as I’ve said I’m not sure if Ivy’s gonna be 100% about Jamal’

‘Yes I’m thinking the same myself’

‘I’m glad that we’re seeing things the same way already’

‘What about Ozzy and Grace? They seem to be getting closer already’, I request 

‘My senses are telling me that Grace might be more into Ozzy than he is into her’

‘Why do you think that?’

‘I was almost certain that Ozzy was going to step forward for you’

‘That’s interesting’

‘Can’t blame him though, I’m sure that you’ve turned everyone’s head’

Ryan stares directly into my eyes

‘Although I reckon that we’re the couple with the best vibe so far, what’s your thoughts on that?’

‘I’m definitely feeling a vibe between us, I think that we look like a power couple already’

‘We’re on the same page then, I’m excited to see how things go between us’,

Ryan glances into my eyes once more and then down at my lips, I can’t help but give him a flirty smile as I lean into Ryan, I tease him by pausing as our lips are about to touch each other’s, trying to saviour this moment, after a second I press my lips against his, I feel his fingers through my hair with the intensity of our kiss, I give Ryan another soft kiss before pulling away 

‘Wow, that was something else’

‘Were you tempted by any of the other girls?’, I enquire 

‘What other girls? I don’t see any?’,

Ryan looks deep into my eyes as I watch him laugh

‘So did any of the other boys catch your attention at the coupling?’

‘Honestly you’re the only boy who’s caught my eye so far’

‘I can’t see past you at the moment’

‘I’m glad to hear that’

Ryan beams while glancing with wonder across the garden 

‘It still doesn’t feel real, I’m absolutely buzzing, shall we go see what everyone else is saying?’

‘I couldn’t agree more, my band mates thought that I was mad for applying but here I am and yeah let’s go’

I link arms with Ryan as we head towards the other Islanders 

‘You two were looking cozy over there’,

Ivy mentions and I feel my cheeks flush red once again 

‘We’re definitely feeling a connection now aren’t we Izzy?’

‘Ooh for sure, I honestly haven’t felt a connection like it with anyone before’,

I blurt out without thinking 

‘I’m glad that you think that way ‘cause I am too’, Ryan admits taking a glimpse into my eyes with a smile 

𝘐 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘙𝘺𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘦 ‘𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯’𝘵 𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘪𝘵’𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵? 

[rosewood-multifandom-writer]

My Rules with Fanfics and Headcanons + Blocklist Reasons:

Before I forget, I don’t write for Mortal Kombat anymore. I lost all interest a long time ago. Plus looking back at my main blog during the Mortal Kombat phase makes me want to cringe into a wadded ball of paper every time someone leaves a like on one of my old posts or reblogs. Oh and if you want to request something, do it in the notes. It may sound strange, but it’s because of yet another stupid bug on Tumblr where I can open my inbox up on my main blog but for some reason not on here. It just kept telling me, “it needs to be 26 characters long” and whatever, so until the bug is fixed (which will probably be never lol), we’re gonna have to make requests via the notes or if you don’t want to do that my DMs are always open.

As of right now, requests are open, just keep in mind that I’m slow and I procrastinate, lol.

And also, this is EXTREMELY important: because from what I heard from Tumblr being Tumblr… if I cannot use tags related to any TWs/CWs, it’ll be in a “Content Warning” note. Example: Content Warning(s): CNC

Finally, kiddos, go play Nintendo or something. This is a blog made by an adult for adults. That is also going to be a recurring tag for any explicit fics I make or reblog.

General:

I do NOT do the following: Incest, Rape (closest you’ll get is a reference or implied rape, which WILL NOT be between the ship or CNC), Underage (as in Underage x Adult or Underage Characters having sex on screen), Mutilation during sex, golden showers, feces, spitting in mouth (or spitting in face), cheating (ick), sounding (it looks painful to me), period sex, feet, cervix fucking (as a woman this makes me cringe super hard), oviposition (keep your eggs to yourself and not inside someone’s holes, thank you), High School AU, having sex while pregnant (I got no problems writing about pregnancy or pregnant characters but that’s where I draw the line) and more will added/removed.

I do male x male, female x female, and male x female ships.

I write for male, female and gender neutral readers. I do NOT write for a specifically detailed reader such as short reader, Black reader, Latino reader, Asian reader, White reader, fat reader, tall reader, skinny reader, reader with big boobs, reader with small boobs, etc, etc. it defeats the entire point of a reader insert in my opinion. At THAT point… it’s now just an OC.

Speaking of OCs, when I do Canon x OC, I mainly do my own, so those will be tagged as such when you go into character tags.

I’m also thinking of doing text message AU type things because I’ve been reading them a lot in the JJK Fandom (all of you make such REALLY good ones, I swear to god), just keep in mind I’m a special type of lazy, and will just write it like a typical fanfiction or series of headcanons.

I will always have a trigger warning in the notes and in the tags similar to how I would use the “Non-Con” archive warning on A03, whenever I write CNC, so if that is not your cup of tea or it is very triggering for you to read, filter out tags (I’m gonna have tags titled “CNC” and “consensual non-consent” like this to make it easier), block me if you want to, just remember to stay in your lane when it comes to content like this. In fact, keep a very close eye out on this emoji: “⚠️” next to the title on these types of fics and any other fanfics that deal with serious subjects.

I hate that this needs to be said now, but when I write things like CNC, it’s purely fantasy, I do NOT condone any of the stuff I write. It is NOT an encouragement to do any of the stuff I write in real life. If anyone thinks that this is an encouragement to harm actual real people, then that is a completely different story. It’s like blaming Shooter games for real life mass shootings. This is gonna be the one and ONLY time I say this.

Devil May Cry Specific:

Obviously, no Spardacest, it’s weird. No smut involving DMC4 Nero or DMC4 Kyrie that is also weird.

I don’t ship Trish with any of the Sparda bloodline.

I don’t ship Vergil with Lady. I don’t write anything with Reboot Vergil because I hate him.

I also don’t write the Sparda twins sharing the same partner because in my opinion that’s on the same level as Spardacest plus the idea of dating two siblings (or literally any family members period) simultaneously makes me go, “bleh…”

No, I’m not gonna write anything about Nero x Kyrie, those two are canonically adopted brother and sister, and them being boyfriend and girlfriend is super weird. When I write Nero x Reader for instance, Reader is taking Kyrie’s role as the love interest, and Kyrie will be depicted as being Nero’s sister (maybe even having her date Nico instead).

Resident Evil Specific:

I write mainly for Leon, Carlos, Chris, Piers, Buddy (underrated king), Jill, Claire, Rebecca, Helena, Jake, Sherry (obviously canonically adult Sherry if it’s smut involving her) Wesker, Ada, and more will be added or removed soon.

I don’t ship Wesker with anyone except Ada Wong and William Birkin. I also don’t write for Aeon, because I prefer looking at artwork of them rather than writing about them or reading about them, if that makes sense. My main ships are Chreon, Leon x Ashley, JilLeon (Not enough content of them tbh), Jill x Claire, Jake Muller x Sherry Birkin, Kennechenko, Metaltango, and more will be added or removed soon.

Street Fighter Specific:

I write for Ed, Luke, Rashid, Chun-Li, Cammy, Elena (come home faster baby girl), Falke, Poison, Ken (there’s gonna be special rules with him), Ryu, Juri Han, and A.K.I. More will be added or removed soon.

When I write Ken x Reader, I have Reader be Ken’s spouse in place of Eliza, so don’t worry, he’s not being a man hoe while married, he’s gonna be married to reader instead whenever I write any romantic or sexy situation with them. This rule applies to any canonically married character I may become interested in.

Also when I write A.K.I, I am NOT going to ship her with Fang Fei. I know it’s canon that she simps for him, but that’s literally her adopted father and her master, so it’s a “nope” from me.

The Evil Within Specific:

Call me crazy, Ruvik and Stefano are my slasher villain fantasies just like how any girl thirsts for Ghostface. So… when I write sex scenes with them and Reader, always expect hardcore sex acts.

Detroit become Human Specific:

Here, on both my main blog and this blog, Hankcon and Reed900 requests are equally welcomed with open arms. No ship bashing!

I’m not writing anything for Leo Manfred or Todd because screw them.

A lot more things will be added to the future.

All of these rules apply to my A03 too.

My Reasons for blacklisting/blocking someone:

Keep ALL of this in mind and then you’ll know why certain people are blocked.

If you’re rude. No need to explain this any further. You only get to be rude to me once and only once. Cross the line with me, you get blocked.

If you harassed/bullied/threatened someone. I label myself as anti-harassment, and I don’t want that energy anywhere near this blog. Do not act shocked that you got blocked after you threatened me, my followers or someone else.

If you are pro-censorship. Alongside anti-harassment, I’m anti-censorship. We already deal with corpos censoring movies and shows we like, we ain’t dealing with that here.

Being bigoted in general. Again, I don’t need to explain this further. And also, how are you here, on Tumblr being bigoted???

You’re under 18. Yet another explanation that does not need more explanation. The A03 link in my bio has adult content contained in it. The content I make on this blog is adult content. You should not be here. That is why you are blocked/were blocked.

[erraticalart]

Heavy and Medic Switch

Basically, how I view Heavy and Medic’s intimate relationship in a nutshell.

This was sort of based on a post that I heavenly agreed on but I also wanted to put my two cents in here. This is gonna be a long post about my journey with this couple.

https://www.tumblr.com/the-sound-of-progress/719703522999959552/i-just-wanna-say-youre-completely-changing-the?source=share

Let me explain: 

There has been a silly little debate about what activities Heavy and Medic do behind closed doors, especially their roles/positions. 

On one hand, there’s Team Heavy: he’s big, strong, and intimidating. He can rock your world (as well as your bed). On the other hand, there’s Team Medic: he’s professional, insane, and sadistic. He can take your breath away (as well as your virginity). 

Team Heavy has been there since the very beginning since he’s viewed and portrayed as the more “masculine” and “dominating” man. He may know a thing or two about sex (or not since Heavy spent most of his life in the Gulag, idk). 

Throughout the years, Team Medic has been sprinkled in from time to time since he may have more experience in this field (or not since he may be focused on his experiments, idk). He’s got a few tricks up his sleeves and may be skilled with techniques. 

Anyways, I’ve seen and heard from both sides, so I’ll tell you a thing or two from my experience.

When I first got into TF2 and was interested in HeavyMedic, I assumed that Heavy was like the oldest merc just because of his voice, height, and strength. (I’m stupid to think that’s what it means to be old and how they should be.) I was then wrong to find out that it may be either Spy or Medic (idk which tho). But I thought that it was a pretty interesting dynamic to have a serious, tall younger man and a crazy, shorter older man in a relationship and I think that’s pretty cute. 

Now when it came to same-sex relationships in smut art or fanfics, most people prefer the older masculine man to top since it’s more hotter, I guess. Back then, I enjoyed it but whenever I see or read a fanfic where it’s the opposite, I love it even more and I wasn’t sure why. Is it because the dominant one gets a taste of his own medicine or is it because I enjoy the reactions he gives or even both? I thought it was because the younger one finally gets to have a go at it. And ever since then, I clinged on to it and preferred it even more than the norm or majority.

And like I said, when I got into HeavyMedic, I was Team Medic, because I thought that Heavy is older and I wanted Medic to top (until I realized I was stupid). Ok, Heavy is younger and topping Medic so that means I enjoy it, right? Well... yes and no. Yes, because it was interesting to read and I enjoyed reading it, and no, because... well... I hate to say this but... 

It just gets repetitive.

I then ask myself, “What’s wrong? Why don’t I enjoy it as much as I used to anymore?” Is it because Heavy is bigger? Stronger? More masculine? Just what is it? Or is it because Medic is my main and my favorite character (Heavy’s my second favorite character, btw so aww) and I want him to have a piece of Heavy’s cake for once? Or maybe I’m just biased, I guess, idk. That could be the case until I read some fanfics that contains Medic and another person (let’s say Engie since I like the pairing tho not as much as HeavyMedic) and I noticed something different. Sometimes Medic tops and sometimes he bottoms (tho it depends on the person he’s paired with so results may vary). Now tbh, I never read a fanfic where someone else is paired with Heavy since I didn’t know who else was perfect for him so please prove me wrong when I say this but...

What are the chances/percentages that Heavy bottoms?

Most of the time, it’s pretty rare and look, I get it, I completely understand. He’s an impressive specimen. Who wouldn’t want Heavy to fuck them? Hell, I would too, tbh. But see that’s the thing. We all want Heavy to do something for us but we never considered doing something for him.

I read some Bottom Heavy fanfics where Heavy even expresses this issue and I sympathized with him for it. So whenever Medic (in this case) is there for him and does the deed, it leaves me in a good mood. And because of that, I was Team Medic (also like I said before, I just want to see Heavy’s reactions and eat it up as much as possible and, well, Medic is hot when he’s dominating him). Also, “Heavy and Medic Get It On” is an old-time classic and I love it.

Also, just because Medic is shorter or less muscular, that doesn’t mean that he should be portrayed as the more weaker or submissive one. The same goes for Heavy, just because Heavy is taller and more muscular, that doesn’t mean that he should be portrayed as the more stronger or dominant one. Let them both have a fair share of fun.

I then realized that a majority of my favorite HeavyMedic smut fics were Bottom Heavy based and again I ask myself, “Why do I enjoy it more than the majority of fanfics? Just what is it?” Until I realized something, I put all the pieces together. “Dominant one bottoming” “Majority” “Repetitive” “Chance/Percentages of bottoming” I soon came to this conclusion.

The reason I love Bottom Heavy so much is because it stands out more than other smut fanfics.

It just made so much sense to me now. And not just Heavy but other fanfics where the top bottoms. It was a breath of fresh air for me. And I don’t want to diss top Heavy but as I said before, it just gets repetitive to the point where that’s the norm and it gets a little boring. When I read it, I know what’s coming up so I know what to expect from it. So when I read one where Heavy bottoms all of a sudden, it just catches me off guard, leaving me surprised and yet impressed by it. And it leaves me wanting more.

And like I said before, I like Top Medic since it’s nice for a change and while there have been Top Medic fics sprinkled throughout the years I noticed that it’s slowly increasing in popularity and I’m happy that other people seem to like it as well.

However, just because I would love to see an increase of Top Medic fics, that doesn’t mean that I want Top Heavy to stop, slow, or die out. I’m not saying I hate it, don’t get it the wrong way or anything. I still love Top Heavy and I love how they interact especially their reactions (mostly Medic’s). I just want Medic to get a piece of that action, y’know? He may be old but that doesn’t mean he has no spark of energy in him anymore. He could become a beast if he wanted to. Let the old man have a go at it.

Also, because it’s just a silly little debate, I don’t want people to fight over who tops and who bottoms. That’s the last thing I want to cause. Besides, there are people who don’t like reading smut fics with them in it and that’s also fine. Not everything needs to be related to sex in a relationship especially theirs. It’s called having a normal life and enjoying it. I love reading fluff fics where there’s a strangers-to-friends, slow burn, friends-to-lovers, confession, dating, one bed/ sharing a bed, acting like a couple, being a couple, marriage proposal, wedding, couple life with or without a kid, and sadly even death/afterlife whether it takes place during or after the Gravel Wars. And of course, I LOVE reading stories where Heavy and Medic are just chatting and laughing in the infirmary during surgery (with Archimedes there, of course). This post is just focusing on when they’re in the bedroom. We are all different people with different headcanons. You got yours, I got mines. I don’t have to agree with yours and you don’t have to agree with mines. Alright? But I found out a little solution that may or may not solve this little problem and it’s much rarer than Top Medic/Bottom Heavy (just know that this isn’t the ultimate solution, but rather a small suggestion).

Switch/Versatile

What is this and what does this mean? Please correct me if I’m wrong or make a mistake. These two words may mean the same thing but just like how top/bottom and dominant/submissive compare, it’s different. Switch means you can either be dominant or submissive depending on the mood and versatile means you like to top and bottom. Most of the time when I forget, I just simplify both to switch to make it easy to understand.

I’ve read at least 3 smut fanfics where Heavy and Medic tend to switch roles and positions in the same chapter or story and tbh, I really liked them. Not as much as Top Medic but I really enjoyed reading them and just like Bottom Heavy it was a breath of fresh air, became some of my favorite HeavyMedic smut fics, and I would love to see an increase of it too.

Let’s wrap things up now. 

At the end of the day, if you were to ask me which team I’d prefer, I’d still say Team Medic, BUT I’m starting to lean more towards HeavyMedic switches. This is a copy-paste to when I replied to a random HeavyMedic post, but here’s why I love it.

“I see Heavy and Medic as good 'ol switches since they see each other as equal whether on or off the battlefield. HeavyMedic switches are also very rare in smut fics. In the beginning, Heavy says, "Get behind me, Doktor!" and ever since MvM, Medic also says, "Get behind me!" They fight together, help each other, heal each other, and make each other laugh so technically they should also please each other in bed.”

Also, it’s fun to read about what kind of whacky adventures they do together. They are both different beings who do different jobs and hobbies. One’s a heavy-lifter and one’s a doctor. Think of the many kinds of possibilities they could do to each other depending on the variety of settings to have full-on make-out sessions. It’s fun to get creative.

Technically if you really want to think about it, which team am I in?

Well, it’s a lovely, beautiful, sweet, short, simple answer that really means a lot to me that really brings it all together in the end.

I’m Team HeavyMedic.

Thank you for reading if you’ve made it this far in the end. I didn’t think I would write this much so I apologize if this post is long. If there’s anything you need to say like an opinion or statement, make sure to reply down below. Just remember to not start a fight, please. We all have different opinions. 

Also, while we’re at it, someone once asked me if I have any Bottom Heavy fanfic suggestions and I in fact do! But it’s gonna take me a while to make a list of it and there are probably some fics that I missed so it would really mean a lot to me if you can help me by linking suggestions. It doesn’t have to be just Bottom Heavy, you can also include HeavyMedic switches. (Also, if you’re an author or writer, you can tag top/bottom/switches Heavy/Medic so some people can read based on what they want to see since people have different headcanons, but you also don’t have to so you can surprise the readers and I quite like the idea of it, but of course the choice is yours). And the links can be from any fanfic site. I found most on AO3 (I may have missed some so please help me) and I recently found some here on Tumblr so the possibilities are endless. Once I have everything I need, I’ll post it and I’ll probably pin it for some time. If I miss anything, be sure to message me or reply so that I can update the list.

That’s all I have to say. Thank you and goodbye!

[coffeepurpleu]

On a Sweet Night, Be My Lucky Star (02)

Pairing : VampireTaehyung x WitchReader x DemonJungkook

Genre: Supernatural, Smut, Angst, a little of violence,Fluff (I'll try go with all lmao)

Serie: (still don't know how many longer will be, like chapters, but I'm going to make you enjoy it),about updates (there's will be not a specific day to update, *wink).

This will be my first fanfic here, English It's not my first language, so, if you have any suggestion I'll try it🏃🏻‍♀️.

Teaser  Ch01

"So, how have you felt here with us, even for this short time" I chuckled lightly.

"It's comfortable, you guys give off a warm aura" Namjoon smiles

"I'm glad, if you need something don't hesitate to ask for it, also if you need to let off steam we'll be there, even the library is a good place to calm down" I mentioned

"Yes, the first night I found several books, I was reading "my imaginary friend" I think by Stephen Chbosky, I'm not even halfway there yet but it's interesting" he opens the supermarket door for me

"Oh! I never finished that one, I started reading it by myself, then my mom asked me what it was about, she wanted to read it with me, so I stopped reading it, since she worked in a clinic, it was sometimes impossible for us to read, they passed 3 years and I never finished it" I muttered turning to see Namjoon

"So when will you finish it?" namjoon asks

"I don't know, go for the drinks, I'll go for appetizers” I smile turning around looking for the junk food aisle when I bump into someone

 "Excuse me, you're fine?" A tall boy holds me close to him smiling

 "Don't worry, I'm aclumsy myopic" I laugh

 "I think you're more of a pretty girl,  a pleasure, I'm Sunoo" Smile

“I'm Y/N, if you excuse me I'll look for some takeaways" I mention walking, a hand stops me 

"Could I get your number?" He murmurs with flushed cheeks "Sure" after exchanging numbers, I look for Nam, I find him still deciding what drink to bring. I reach out to scare him, put my hands on his shoulders sharply, slowly flip. "Yah, is it hard to scare you?"

"I think yes, I should wear soju? vodka?" He question 

"let's take both, and a strawberry milk for me" He looks at me funny and then laughs

We got home, opening, we looked at everyone, Jin was in the kitchen with my aunt, my cousin and her husband, outside setting the table with my uncle.

  "We’re here people!" I shout calling the attention of everyone there

"what did you bring?" my cousin asks approaching

"Vodka, soju and a strawberry milk" I smiled showing the drinks

"Well, this is mine." Haerin steals the strawberry milk from my hands to run away.

"Aunt! give me that back, you creep!" I scream running after her, I manage to catch her but we both fall to the ground crushing the strawberry box

"When are they going to change?" ask my aunt

"This is how I will die" Haerin and I say at the same time

"Come eat!" my uncle mentions

We all sit at the table, Jin and Namjoon take a seat on each side of me, in front is Haerin, heechul, at the ends are my uncles. I get a call, Hwasa, an old friend.

"I heard somewhere that you're in Paris, when were you going to tell me?" she complains

"I didn't have time, if you want I can come to your apartment tomorrow" I mention

"Nothing like that, we're going to the new nightclub, I've heard that there are always scrumptious vampires." Hwasa laughs.

"You, seriously, it's fine, but I'll go to the art gallery first" I smiles

"Okay girl, see you later" Hwasa hangs up

I look at everyone chatting, I touch Jin's shoulder. “I'll go to sleep,” he nods, then turns to face Namjoon. "Tomorrow we will buy clothes with Jin, and we will go to the gallery." I get up from the table saying goodbye to take a bath before bed.

"Wake up!" My aunt bangs pans walking down the hall

There is a thud from Namjoon's room, we go over to see, and find him on the floor wrapped in the blanket, grimacing. Jin laughs.

"Hey, don't be mean, are you okay?" I ask trying not to catch Jin's laughter

"Yeah, just a little dazed" Nam says moving his ears

"Sorry, maybe I went a bit too far" My aunt looks at him embarrassed.

"Well, we'll go change, downstairs is breakfast" My uncle says

After everyone went down for breakfast, Haerin offered to drive my uncles to the airport, my uncle lent me his car so I could tour the city. I walk to the car marking Elizabeth.

"Hi, where's my favorite bitch?" I hum as I hear her laugh

"Hello to you too, how are you going there? here sunhee has behaved well, it is a miracle ”she mentions with mockery

"Okay here, we were going to buy clothes, art gallery, and let Jin choose what he wants for the rest of the days before going back" I smiled looking at the boys already in the car, opening the door. "I'll talk to you later, kisses" I hang up to get in the car, I put on music

"So how is the little monster behaving?" Jin asks

"Very good, as always" I smiles proudly before starting to drive. "I talked to hwasa, the night she invited me to a club, who signs up."

“I have never been to a club” Namjoon mentions shy

"HOOOW?, well, take it as an opportunity and have fun" I hum

"Look who says it, lady I don't go out because people scare me" Jin laughs

"Of course not, besides I'm past that stage" I murmur, Jin raises an eyebrow. "FINE! only a part” I snort

"How long have you known each other?" Nam asks

"14 years ago I put up with this old man with bad jokes" I laughs

“YAH! They're comforting jokes." Jin frowns.

“Wow, that's a long time,” Namjoon mutters.

"We have arrived, Louis Vuitton" I wink to get out of the car, I get a message

xxx-xx-xxx: Hi babe! I'm sunoo, how are you? I wanted to ask you out today, if you don't have something scheduled haha

   You have booked xxx-xx-xxx as Sunoo😶

Babe: sorry, I'm scheduled to go out with some friends today, I'm only here for two weeks

Sunoo😶: okay, but tomorrow if I don't take no from you, how about we go to a cafeteria?

"Who is sunoo?" Jin appears behind me.

"You scared me!" I'll be back a bit

"Who is it?" Jin raises an eyebrow

"I met him yesterday at the store and well, the rest is cliché" I smile.

"Let's go in" Jin takes my arm walking towards Namjoon, who was looking at the prices of the clothes.

"This is worth more than myself," Nam mutters in amazement.

"Choose what you want, I invite you, and no, you don't have to pay for it later, it's a gift after all" I look at him before he could complain.

"I'm hungry" Jin complains carrying the bags with Namjoon behind the car

"We could go to the restaurant My universe" I mention

“It looks like it's going to rain” Namjoon mentions looking at the sky

"A little, but let nothing stop us" I climb into the driver's seat

“Is the art gallery far?” Nam asks

"Not much, don't worry, we'll have lunch and go after that" I smiles driving

"Look! Chef Bang is in that ad, looking for restaurants to promote,” Jin mentions looking out the window.

“You should sign up” I hum as I park the car at the restaurant

"Is that chef very famous?" Nam asks getting out of the car.

"Well, it's the reason why he opened a restaurant-" Before I finish speaking, Jin mentions "Also because my cooking is delicious."

Upon entering the restaurant we are greeted by the waitress, who guides us to a table near the window. She hands us the menu before leaving, mentioning that she was coming in 10 minutes to take the order.

"I want duck in orange sauce, what are you going to order?" I ask looking at them

“Croque-monsieur” Jin leans back a bit.

"I think a Vichyssoise" Namjoon mentions

"But that's as a side dish, how about a Pot-au-feu?" I ask nam

(the croque-monsieur is a sandwich filled with cheese and ham, and is usually gratin with gruyère cheese. Vichyssoise is cold soup made with leek, onion, potato, cream and milk. And Pot-au-feu is a beef stew with vegetables.)

“Okay, I'll trust you.” Namjoon stretches slightly.

After lunch, we go to the gallery, when we enter we separate, walking I find a purple painting with red flowers dripping white, under the painting is the name of an artist "KTH", I have heard of him, he is anonymous, a lot Some of his art has been sold for good causes, although he has been on hiatus for 4 years, his art is still inspiring to me. I hear a thick voice next to me.

"The painting is exotic in a way, don't you think?" I turn to see a red-haired vampire giving me a square smile with fangs sticking out brightly.

"Yes, it's a shame that he took a break" I look at him carefully, he is wearing black leather pants with a white satin shirt, a purple scarf tied around his neck, a black leather jacket to match, and some shoes high-heeled.

"Well, sometimes you have to rest from looking for inspiration, a pleasure, I'm-" Before the vampire could introduce himself, Namjoon comes running

"Something happens?" I look at him

“Not much, I just found a lot of cool art, and Jin is already in the car,” Nam mentions.

"So fast? It's okay, you should going to wait in the car" I tell him turning around to continue talking to the boy but I realize that he's gone, I sigh to go to the car

"I know where I want to go tomorrow" Jin mentions

"Where to?" I ask him

“How about a water park?” Jin looks at me mischievously

“But I'm not going to bathe, you know I can't swim” I pout, hearing namjoon laugh

"You really don't know how to swim?" Namjoon tries not to laugh

"No, but I know how to float upside down, something is something” I murmured.

“She never let me teach her well.” Jin shrugs.

"Why not a zoo or a circus?" I complain

“Or a library,” Namjoon mumbles sheepishly.

"Oh! true, here you go, I already add my number and Jin's too, if you need to take a walk, go ahead" I say, handing him a small box

He opens it, it's a gray cell phone.

"Thank you very much, really." Namjoon's eyes glaze over

"And mine?" Jin mentions

"Your gift is my company" I mention laughing

"Sometimes I think if it's good that you're with me" Jin denies

"Yah! Maybe there are still 6 days left until your birthday, calm down man, or is old age consuming you?" I laugh along with Namjoon, Jin gives us a withering look

"We arrived" I park the car, I get out to open the door and throw myself on the sofa, my cell phone vibrates.

"It's already six o'clock, are you changed?" Hwasa asks

"Bitch, it's too early, let me eat and have my nap to recharge energy" I snort

"You always have a happy nap, what are you going to wear?" she mentions

"I don't know yet," I sighed, smashing my face against the sofa.

“Put on a skirt, it highlights those thighs” she laughs.

"Girl I'm only going to meet you, not to look for dicks" I laughs

“I think you need a monster-” I interrupt, “Okay I'll put on a damn skirt, but calm your fever.” We both laugh and I hang up to go upstairs to put on my clothes.

I decide to wear a red leather skirt with slits on the sides of the hips, a black strapless heart-shaped crop top, black heels with red tips. I lightly put on my makeup, put on my quartz, and go downstairs to find Namjoon reading a book, Jin cooking. They both turn to see me, raising their eyebrows.

"Where do you think the lady is going?" Jin mentions

"I thought you were already changed, well, Hwasa was the one who hurried to change me" I muttered taking a seat.

“First let's eat” Namjoon takes a seat next to me giving me a thumbs up.

After eating, I waited on the sofa with about 15 messages from Hwasa asking if she was coming. I look at the time, it's 6:55.

“You know im the worldwide handsome” I see Jin come down with black leggings and a pink holographic shirt, posing at the end with red glasses

“I feel nervous” I turn to see Namjoon wearing black jeans and a gray and blue t-shirt

“Everything will be fine, both of you look amazing” I smile getting up from the sofa to get my bag, putting in enough money, I call Hwasa.

“I thought you were dead” She mentions

"Wow, how considerate of you, I was waiting for the boys to change, we're on our way, did you get a table?" I ask her

"Yeah, I'm also trying to get two guys here, if not there's a bunch of bitches all over them, I'll let you get here and impress them." I laughs at her comment.

"I won't repeat things to you but okay, bye" I hang up to get in the car

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"Hyung, I'm telling you I found her, I saw her admiring my painting, I was going to introduce myslef when a tall hybrid arrives with arms that will surely take your breath away, I assumed it was her boyfriend, so I left there" Taehyung complains, putting on his red jacket over his black shirt

"Are you going to accept that I was right?" Yoongi smiles teasing him

"No, I know I didn't look well, but she already has someone, she sure gave me up, she didn't even recognize me" Taehyung pouts putting on his silver earrings

"Aren't you going to go look for her?" Yoongi gets up from the sofa having a glass of wine

"I won't, fate plays with me Hyung" Taehyung throws himself on the sofa sighing

(Before we got here, Taehyung had gone to his favorite club the day before, which brings us to the conversation before he met Y/N hehe), a little flashback to say, as the chapters progress I'll go adding the past tense of each

"Hey, Tae wake up" Yoongi tried to move tae to take him to the car to go to the apartment they had, it was 4 in the morning in Paris after a crazy night.

"Let me sleep for a while Hyung" Taehyung huffed trying to turn around, but Yoongi prevented him by carrying on his shoulders. "Hyung let's go."

"There are things to do Tae" she murmured.

They were two old vampire friends, both had always dreamed of finding their partner, but one of them, 2 centuries, made him give up and he stopped looking everywhere, or else one was missing. To the other, he was still trying to keep his friend hopeful.

"Really, you should stop doing this, you're seriously going to kill me man" Yoongi spoke coming down the stairs helping him to support himself.

"I'm sorry Hyung, I just-" Before Tae finished speaking, Yoongi completed the sentence that he always repeated. "Tired of searching, I know, you've mentioned it a thousand times" she snorted.

"And even though I mention it to you, you always say to finish all this" Taehyung rolled his eyes "Ouch!" he hadn't come to see the blow that his hyung gave him.

"Take care of your mouth, you brat, and you know that it's not good for you to do this either, how about in a moment of these days you meet your destined partner?" This made Taehyung laugh, but what he didn't know was that Yoongi was partly right.

"So you're going to keep dating even if it hurts your heart?" Yoongi strokes his hair

"Yes, let's go before it gets late" Taehyung gets up from the sofa to go to the black car parked outside.

"Music?" Yoongi asks, seeing Taehyung nod, he puts on the music to start driving.

Upon arriving at the club, Both was surrounded by girls waiting to spend the night, normally Yoongi never accepts but they still insist, unlike Taehyung who does accept, this time he decides to go to the drinks bar to order a tequila, his Hyung agrees. He remains silent, asking for a mojito.

"Hyung, why is life so unfair?" Taehyung asks Yoongi playing with his drink

"It's not totally unfair, it just has its varied moments, whether they are good or bad" Yoongi drinks the mojito

"In all these centuries, I just concentrated on looking for her, why now?" Taehyung sighs

“They say the best always comes later.” Yoongi shrugs.

"Excuse me? Nice to meet you, I'm hwasa." The girl is dressed in a short and open silver dress

“Not now girl” Taehyung waves his hand for her to go away

"It's nothing, I just wanted to invite you for a drink, an old friend is coming soon who came to Paris for a few weeks, wanted me to get some friends maybe?" Hwasa smiles carrying a malicious plan inside.

“I guess it will be fine” Yoongi mentions looking at Taehyung

"Okay, let's find a table." Taehyung nods.

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"Someone volunteer to take care of the others?" I ask getting out of the car

"The oldest?" Namjoon mentions making us both laugh, Jin hits us on the back of the neck

"Why not you? after all the pre-birthday boy has to enjoy, and Namjoon is his first time ”Jin looks at me

"I won't object, I almost never drink alcohol anyway" I shrugged, we advanced to the entrance

"It will be because you don't have a good resistance" Jin laughs

"Of course not, I just prefer wine" I make a face denying

“Okay, let's go inside” Namjoon mentions opening the doors, the strong smell of alcohol hits him, flashing red and black lights shine in every corner of the place. People dancing, kissing here and there. "So this is supposed to be a club?"

"Get used to it, I never had interest in this type of social event, I spent my adolescence at home reading or sometimes I went to the park with Sunhee" I mention looking for Hwasa, I find her sitting with a vampire with mint-colored hair.

"I'll go get your drinks, have a seat, what do you want to drink?" I turn to see Namjoon and Jin take a walk towards Hwasa. "Damn" I mutter walking towards the bar. I order a margarita, a whiskey, and a bottle of water for myself. I feel a familiar voice next to me.

"Cup of blood? add gummies" I turn to see the boy with red hair

"Hey, I thought I had lost you" I settle into the seat looking at him, he looks at me in amazement

"Yes, I had things to do" He murmured taking his drink

"Nice to meet you, I'm Y/N." I stretch out my hand.

"I'm Taehyung"  He shyly shakes my hand

"So what are you doing here in this club?" I smile slightly

“Usually I come here with my friend to hang out, but today a girl invited us to sit with her, she explained that her friend came from a long trip and well, we agreed” Taehyung snorts.

"We agreed, it sounds a bit, only your friend did it and you followed him" I laughed

"Well today I wasn't in a good mood." Taehyung shrugs.

“Hey girl! Come say hi.” We both turned to see Hwasa walking towards us, making her way through the crowd. She hugs me tight. "Jin said you were going to steal his drinks" She laughs

"She is your friend?" Taehyung asks whispering embarrassed.

"So you already knew each other?" Hwasa asks

"The world is small I guess" I shrugged getting up from the seat taking the drinks

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Wordcount: 3k

I wanted to write more but then I thought, short but detailed chapters🐧

Who would like to try a gummy cup?🍷

Anyway, thank you very much for the wait, and for the love you give to the series❣️

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