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[help-me-or-kelp-me]

For a while I've wanted to do a comic inspired by @/turtleboyofficial and @/ask-azelf-nuzlocke where Terapagos wakes up on its own, assumes human form, escapes from Area Zero, and basically takes the place of the protag, with... interesting results. (Specifically during the DLC.)

[the-kr8tor]

Hello! Could I please request TTN Hobie and reader go back to Aunt Janet’s shop, when they are together again after reader comes back from LA, to buy some fabric for something that they are sewing? I would love to see her reaction of seeing them both together!

Have a lovely day/night!

🕊️anon

Yippee a TTN request!! Ly thank you! ❤️❤️❤️

Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! Reader/ Spider-Punk x fem! Reader

Tags: use of Y/N sparsely, no specific physical description of the reader, talks of babies, TTN! Hobie and Reader. FLUFF

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The bell jingles as Hobie opens the door for you, strolling inside, practically skipping from all the happiness of being with him again, you wait for him to enter. He loops his arm around your waist almost immediately. The unabashed PDA would make anyone look away, but who cares? You're complete once again.

“What do you need again?” He asks, eyes roaming around, chin resting comfortably on your shoulder.

“If you stopped and actually listened to my chattering then you won't have to ask.” You say teasingly, a smirk playing on your lips.

“If you stopped snogging me while talking then I won't be so distracted, hmm?” Hobie rubs his chin on your shoulder in an effort to tickle you.

“It's not my fault you keep coming on to me.” Giggling, he scrunches up your face with his whole palm over your entire face, wiggling it playfully.

“If you two don't stop being all sweet there'll be ants all over my shop.” A familiar voice pipes up from behind the counter, making you pause and take off Hobie's hand from your face. “‘ello you two. Welcome back, sweetheart.”

“Auntie Janet!” You squeal, feet bouncing to get to her. Hugging her over the counter, you hold her at arm's length, grinning from ear to ear.

You've noticed the new glasses on her, she has aged a bit since you last saw each other but there's still that twinkle in her eyes whenever she smiles.

“Let me get a good look at you!” You awkwardly twirl around at her behest. She smiles widely.

“So?” You ask timidly.

“Good,” Janet nods approvingly. “You've taken care of yourself well? Ate? Went on walks?”

“I did, don't worry.”

“He taking good care of you then?” She gestures towards Hobie who peruses the shelves.

“He is. Too good in fact, he barely lets me out of his sight.” You joke. “I'm guessing he missed me a lot.”

Janet leans closer to you, whispering. “Don't tell him I told you this but he's a regular customer here.”

“He is?” You ask, feigning ignorance. You know of his vigilante activities, and unfortunately those activities usually end up with his suit cut to pieces or mangled up. It's the main reason why you're visiting, and to also visit Janet of course.

Your heart pounds loudly at the thought of Janet figuring out his secret identity.

“That he is, I think he's making his own clothes. That's how much he misses you. You know, do the activities you like so he feels like you're there with him”

You breathe a sigh of relief, not knowing what you would've said to her if she guessed correctly on why he needs so much fabric. With a giddy smile, you like her conclusion better.

“I'll– put that information to good use.” You stutter,

She nods, “use it wisely.” Winking, she straightens out when Hobie plops a roll of scaly green fabric on the counter.

“Oh is this for Terry?” You ask, hand automatically reaching for his jean back pocket.

Janet looks at you confused.

“Yeah, for patching him up.”

“Wait, do you have a kid? How long have you been home, Y/N?” She looks at you like you've betrayed her.

Before you could explain, Hobie takes the opportunity to tease the old woman.

He pats your stomach, “yeah, she had him a month ago and he's growing very fast, we need new clothes for him.”

You stifle a laugh, you'd tell her eventually but you want to see how Hobie's bit goes.

“A baby boy?!” She points at Hobie menacingly. “She gave birth a month ago and you're already letting her walk around?” Janet comes around the counter, cane at the ready. “Not to mention the fact you already knocked her up the minute she came back home!” She points at Hobie with her cane. “What kind of–”

Hobie shields himself with his arms, laughing loudly while Janet chastises him. Their voices echo out in the shop.

You watch Hobie defend himself from an old woman, smiling, your laughs match Hobie's. Maybe you'll tell Janet the truth once she calms down or else you might get the cane too.

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✴️🌀JAEDEN MARTELL X READER🌀✴️

WARNINGS: underage drinking and smoking weed, other couple grinding, talk of sex, y/n is a senior, Jaeden is a year older,

werrrdd

I rewrote the ending cuz I didn't know what to do with where it was going. so ANEYYWAYYYS here you go!!

Dear God, he's so hot.

Jaeden stood on the other side of the kitchen, leaning casually on the counter. He was wearing jeans that looked unbelievably good on him and a collared shirt that was not all the way done up. His hair messy and yet so so perfect. In his hand was a solo cup that he took occasional sips from. He took even more occasional glances at me. Just infrequent enough that they weren't unusual and I couldn't feed my delusions of him wanting me just as badly as I wanted him.

The party was going on for maybe a little too long. I had only come because Jaeden was here honestly, I liked parties sure but not all that much.

He and my brother came to catch up with some of the people Jack knew from highschool the year before. Mostly because he wanted to brag about his life as an actor and because they had nothing better to do than go to highschool parties. I chuckled at Jack where he sat on the dinner table in the other room. Of course everyone was entranced at the story he was telling about meeting famous actors and actresses and all the glamour and fame.

Earlier that day when I had got home from school they had been talking about it

"anyways, Mellisa invited us to a party tonight, she said lots of people would be coming so it'll be pretty casual. There'll be drinks and.... I don't know what else." Jack went to get them both a soda.

I snuck behind Jack and reached to grab a root beer from the fridge before he closed it.

"oh, hey y/n" Jack said noticing me.

"hey Jack, hey Jaeden." I said trying to act cool but my eyes quickly did a once over of the boy I had known since I was in middle school. And I thought he was cute then! In the years since, Jaeden had only gotten hotter and hotter. How could I not like him? he was so so fine, he was nice, and he also didn't give a shit about me.

"hey," he said without much reaction other than a quick glance at me. Even still, my stomach did a back flip.

I walked up next to him to get a glass from the cupboard and hoped I wasn't imagining it when I thought I saw his eyes follow me in my peripheral. I poured the root beer in the cup with some ice and turned to face Jack as he spoke to me.

"Did you hear about the party?" He asked

"yeah," I said "Hannah says shes gonna be there." I said grinning teasingly at my brother. This was his hallway crush who he was a little bit obsessed with back in the day, She was also a school friend of mine since we were sophomores.

Jacks cheeks lit up and he widened his eyes. He came over and swatted my arm as I laughed at him

"do you still like her!?" I asked "what has it been? a year since you've even seen her??"

I heard Jaeden chuckle and gave myself a high-five for making him laugh but didn't dare look over at him.

"let me know if you guys go and I might tag along." I said as I backed up out of the kitchen with Jack shooing me out. I directed it to Jaeden who nodded softly at me with a slight smile that I supressed a reaction to. Jack added a "yeah yeah" still blushing slightly about the possibility of seeing his little crush.

Now we were here and I watched as Jaeden spoke to Melissa, the girl hosting the party. Her hair was red and long and her eyes were big and covered in naturally thick black lashes that defied all the rules of being a ginger. He smiled down at her as she complimented him on who knows what.

I shuffled in my spot and glanced around the rest of the house not really sure what to do. I face palmed for spending all my time worrying about Jaeden instead of just enjoying the party. I sipped my own cup before leaving the kitchen to go talk to Hannah who was dancing in the living room. Unfortunatley I could still see Jaeden from the kitchen because of the open floor plan.

"y/n!" Hannah spotted me making my way towards her

"hey!" I shouted slightly over the music as I reached her. "I'm happy to see you!"

She gave me an appreciative smile and said the same.

I nodded my head to the beat and danced a little as the lights shined around. Hannah was very into it and started singing. I laughed and sang along with her smiling and happy to get my mind off of my stupid, five year long crush who was in just in the room over.

But of course my mind was still partially on him.

When I glanced over I saw Melissa fiddling with the collar of his shirt and leaning on him slightly. That's not what surprised me though. what surprised me was how he was looking at me. I looked away blushing. It was just a coincidence, I told myself. But when I got the courage to check again, his eyes were still following my movements. I kept dancing and held the contact for what felt like forever. Soon he looked back down at Melissa who had reclaimed his attention and he smiled again softly at whatever she was saying

I sighed before taking another gulp of my drink and looking back at Hannah. She laughed as she looked at me and pulled me out of the crowd and inconveniently, back towards the kitchen.

"tell me about life y/n!" she said once we got somewhere we could hear each other a little bit more clearly. "I feel like we only ever talk about school"

"Oh, um haha!" I said scratching my neck slightly "well there isn't much to tell, to be honest. My parents are out of town for the week at a company trip for my moms job so I've just been staying up late every night, Jacks back home for the next little while so I've been kind of avoiding him." I laughed

"jacks in town?" she asked surprised. I smiled at her. I had a hunch that maybe she liked Jack too. I wouldn't tell Jack this because I personally thought that Hannah was too good for him. Jack could be a dick sometimes. He had one heck of an ego. But for Hannah, I would help them out.

"Yeah, let me call him over," I said

"oh you don't have to do that," she said shyly. I shook my head at her chuckling

"Jack! over here!" I called to Jack who was just a little ways away still talking to the people at the table who were all absolutely hammered and still drinking. He looked at me annoyed before he saw Hannah next to me and jumped out of his seat, ditching the group he had just been chatting with.

"oh hey Hannah!" He came over rushedly and reached out to hug her.

"how are you Jack?" she hugged him back. I smiled at the two as they blushed at each other. I took a moment to look over at jaeden again because I just couldn't help myself. My smile fell slightly as I noticed how they had gotten significantly closer. I shook myself out of it and tapped Jack to see if he had any weed.

"Jack"

"sh shhh" he swatted me away as he tried to focus on what Hannah was saying to him

"I just want a joint!" I said, he swatted me away some more but after more pestering he reached into his shirt pocket and fished out a homemade joint before shooing me away again without even taking his eyes off Hannah.

I grumbled at him as I searched his coat pockets for a lighter. Once I found one I took one last glance at jaeden. before even registering that he was looking back at me I left the room and went for the back door lighting the joint on the way.

The backyard was pretty big and the Christmas lights were still up despite it being mid January twinkling blue and purple. I took a couple drags as I walked over to a rusty swing set next to the covered pool. On the other side of the pool, a hot tub steamed up as a couple made out. Their clothes were flung in a pile beside them. I was far enough away that It wasn't uncomfortable or awkward. Other than them the yard was empty. It was too cold for drunk teenagers to want to go outside and clearly the hot tub was occupied.

The cold made my ears, cheeks and nose go cold and likely red. I pulled my large jean jacket that was layered over a hoodie and another long sleeve underneath a little tighter around me, although I didn't actually feel too cold, the alcohol in my tummy acting as a sort of inner warmth. I put my palm under my chin and rested it on my knees holding the joint up to my mouth again.

I sighed. Not sure exactly what was getting me down. I knew that Jaeden didn't like me, I had known this for years and yet I really badly wanted him to want me back. God there was just something about him that was making my skin shiver and I knew it wasn't the cold. I just didn't want to seem desperate. I was afraid that if I was too obvious he would get uncomfortable but if I wasn't obvious enough, on the very rare chance that he did like me, he wouldn't know that I liked him too.

The swing creaked gently as I processed my thoughts. I sat up and swung slightly back and forth and kicked the worn grass underneath the swing. When I looked back up someone was closing the back door from the outside.

Once he turned around I recognized it was Jaeden and stopped swinging as I watched him look around the backyard until he spotted me. He walked over to me and my lips parted ever so slightly as I watched him walk over looking just too good to be true. The weed had calmed me down quite a bit and I didn't feel too nervous. But it only amplified my attraction to him. My eyes scanned over him as he reached me.

"hey," he said softly as he came to stand in front of me. I swallowed and brought my eyes back to his face that was looking just ethereal in this lighting. I reached up and handed him the joint after taking a quick puff.

"thanks" he said. he took a quick drag before shivering "its cold." he shoved a hand in his pockets and straightened his elbow while exhaling, the smoke mixing with his breath in the frigid air. He wasn't wearing a coat, I'm sure he wasn't expecting to be going outside except for to get in and out of the house. He only had his short sleeve shirt that didn't do much to protect him from the low temperature.

"it is," I nodded. I slipped off the jean jacket from my arms and handed it to him. My hands weren't even shaking which they always seemed to do when I was around him.

He looked at my arm outstretched and my coat grasped in my hand, a look on his face. I couldn't tell if it was a good expression or a bad one. My offering stayed waiting for his acceptance.

"it should fit... what are you waiting for? its losing heat." I wagged the jacket around to get my point across

He looked into my eyes and chuckled quietly before taking it from me. I watched the way his eyes crinkled almost smiling myself. He handed me back the blunt before he slipped it onto his shoulders. I could practically feel my pupils dilate. He looked so so good. I felt like I was drooling and my eyes had turned into hearts.

He cleared his throat and I looked away quickly before he thought it was creepy.

"its good, thanks." he said tugging on the coat and putting his hands in the pockets. He pulled out Jacks lighter, turning it in his fingers fiddling gently before putting it back into the pocket.

"sure," I spoke. I felt the nervousness return slightly so I took another drag and blew it out to the side so it wouldn't end up in Jaedens face. My head looked down at his feet where he was scuffing the dirt with his old green sneakers that I loved so much.

I could feel his eyes on me and I felt even warmer now even without my coat. The silence was getting awkward but it was interrupted by soft (but not soft enough) moaning coming from the hot tub across the yard. The couple had progressed to, what (I hoped) was just grinding in the hot water and were too drunk to care too much about being in public.

"gross," Jaeden said laughing slightly.

"yeah..." I smiled at him.

"do you want to go somewhere else?" he asked me, raising his eyebrows softly with a... hopeful(?)... look on his face. My heart fluttered. I figured he had just come out for a moment to check on me. He was nice like that, making sure everyone was ok. I honestly expected him to turn down my coat with the excuse that he was going back into the party after he made sure I was alright. Melissa was probably there waiting for him. But no. He wanted to hang out with me. He wasn't planning on going back inside any time soon

I nodded, my throat closing up, unable to give him an answer with words. He smiled one of those perfect smiles and held out his hand to help me off of the swing. I swallowed again, taking my hand off of the freezing chains and putting it in his. His hand was so warm that it felt like it was burning mine as I stood.

"Jesus y/n, your hands are freezing," he said pulling my hand into both of his hot ones. "are you sure you don't need this coat?" he asked as he rubbed my hand in between his and looked into my eyes. We were pretty close and I fought to catch my breath as the lights sparkled in his eyes.

"I feel warm." I said. The words came out in such a love sick whisper that I widened my eyes at how insane I sounded. Jaeden didn't seem to notice as he grabbed my other hand where it hung by my side and brought them to his lips. My heart hammered in my chest as he took the joint and put it the corner of his mouth. It had mostly been forgotten by me but hadn't burned out yet. He blew hot air onto my hands while keeping the joint balanced in between his lips. I felt suddenly sort of light headed looking at his lips.

My eyes fluttered to the ground while he warmed my hands in his.

"you done?" he asked me.

"huh?" I asked snapping out of my trance. He held up the dying off joint and I let my hands fall back to my sides. They tingled after his touch and his breath on them but I ignored it as I nodded at him. He took a final puff before bending down to put it out on his shoe.

"no stop!" I grabbed his arm and crouched down to take the joint from his hand.

"what?" he asked.

"I like those shoes, you're gonna ruin em'. "

He laughed at me while I walked to the cement next to the pool to put it out.

"what? these shoes are like 5 years old!" he said following me with his hands in the pockets of my jacket. "they're falling apart!"

"theyre nice!" I defended "well loved."

"sure," he laughed again "they need to be thrown away."

"no don't!" I said. We began walking around the house.

"are you serious?" he asked as he opened the gate to the front yard.

"yes!" I said laughing. "those were the shoes you were wearing when we first met!" I waited as he closed the door of the gate behind us. I didn't realize how romantic that statement was until he paused while his back was turned towards me.

"you remember what shoes I was wearing when we met?" he turned towards me walking in pace again. It was too dark here to see his face but I wish I could.

"uh... well I guess I just liked the color then and after that you wore them often so I just remembered which ones they were," I explained.

"they were massive on me then, that's the only reason they still fit," he laughed and looked over at me as we got to the sidewalk. "but if you like them then I guess Ill keep them a little longer." he said smiling making my heart jump again.

"do you wanna go for a walk or something?" he asked.

Oh yes I did, I really really did.

Jack flashed in my mind and I didn't want him to be worried if he went looking for us. I checked my phone and the time was only 11:26. he should still be occupied with Hannah, and he could call either of us if he needed to.

"yeah that sounds nice." I said making Jaeden smile.

We started walking up the street, the music from the party getting quieter and quieter.

"so, hows highschool? senior year, that's a good one. at least I thought so." he asked

I laughed "small talk?" I questioned. He laughed back and nodded.

"I want to know!" He reasoned. I smiled and looked at the sidewalk in front of us. I really had thought that he didn't care about me. That he was indifferent. And yet here he is asking me about life, smoking with me, taking me for a walk instead of enjoying the party like he should be.

"well, since you want to know so bad..." I teased making him smile "its pretty fun I guess. Once college applications are in you have a lot of time to hang out with people." I said "that's been nice."

"what else?" he asked

"what else??" I returned "are you looking for something in specific?"

"well I'm sure that you are turning guys down left and right? or are you enjoying them all at the same time?" he wiggled his eyebrows at me.

"what!?" I laughed, more like scoffed.

"come on y/n! I know that the guys like you!" he said

"I wouldn't say so, no!" I said laughing. sure, guys liked me but not more than any other pretty girl.

AN: YOU ARE SO HOT! THE PRETTIEST GIRL IN THE WHOLE WIDE WORLD!!!!! AND DON'T YOU DARE FORGET IT!!!!

Nothing mentionable had happened with anyone for the last forever and I just didn't find myself having serious crushes all that much. I'm not going to lie, I hadn't liked anyone like I liked Jaeden ever in my life. And Its not like I was turning down other guys for him, its just I didn't find anyone attractive like I did him so any time a guy went for me I didn't feel all that invested in the relationship and things would end before they even really started.

Jaeden peeked at me disbelievingly and shook his head.

"I dont believe you" he smiled

I laughed again before he continued "ok well is there anyone that you like? boys? girls? others?" he grinned

"ah, always so inclusive Jaeden." I laughed. he laughed back and gave me an approving look.

"of course!" he said. "so....?"

I laughed before trying to think of the words to say.

"um..." I started. I was not about to confess to him. As well as this night was going and how badly I wanted him to be mine, I didn't have the guts to tell him.

"there's someone, but I don't think its going anywhere." I pursed my lips and looked at him.

There was a glint in his eye that confused me. His expression wasn't positive or negative, just nuetral and impressively hard to read.

"i doubt it." he said "you could have anyone you wanted y/n,"

my heart fluttered and I laughed shyly.

"not true" I countered.

"is too." he replied without even looking at me. I watched him exasperatedly and slightly confused while we got further down the block. I huffed and chuckled slightly.

"well ok, what about you then." I asked. I didn't really want to know if he liked someone but I was eager to switch the topic of conversation away from me.

"what about me?" he asked still looking in front of us

"do you like anyone? she? he? they?"

He laughed.

"how about melissa? shes cute, she likes you." I said swallowing my jealousy so that we could continue having a good time.

"ha! no," he said looking down at the ground "no, not Melissa. She's sweet though."

"well why not?"

"I don't know, I think I just have something else in mind when I think of the kind of girl I want" he said still not looking at me. The walk turned just slightly quicker paced compared to the slow stroll it previously was. I was slightly relieved that he didn't like Melissa. But then again, if his type wasn't Melissa, one of the prettiest girls I knew, he must have incredibly high standards. Although I had a certain beauty to me, I doubted my kind of beauty would be preferred over Melissa's very conventional and traditional beauty.

"like what? what kind of girl do you want?" I leaned forward trying to catch his eye.

"Jesus y/n! you're really grilling me here!" he laughed finally looking over

"well you started it!" I smiled back.

he groaned and covered his face with his hands but was still smiling, notifying me that he was still enjoying his time with me and I hadn't overstepped.

"I don't know, " he said. Now he was the one smiling shyly.

"hmm... Well, I hope you find her.. whatever shes like," I said looking forward again. It was probably for the best that I didn't know what he was looking for in a girl. I didn't want to get trapped in trying to make myself someone I'm not just for a boy, even if that boy was Jaeden.

Jaeden was quiet, I thought maybe he was looking at me but I didn't want to check and get caught so I just kept looking forward. We kept walking in silence for a few more seconds before coming to a small plaza. We both found ourselves walking towards the tiny fountain that seemed out of place in the little park. Yellow lights shone from under the water that got brighter as we approached.

We stopped to look inside, I smiled seeing coins people had made wishes on.

"look, wishes!"

"hold on," Jaeden said reaching into his pant pockets, sticking out his tongue in concentration. He searched around before pulling out his hand and opening it. He picked out a dime and a nickel and offered me the coins.

"well that's convenient! you came so prepared" I said

"Im always prepared to make a wish," he smiled as I took a coin from him. I turned towards the fountain thinking of a wish to make. I didn't really believe in wishes, but this felt like a special moment.

I finally came to a decision and flipped the coin off my thumb and into the water. Jaeden promptly did the same and we looked at each other briefly before laughing lightly at ourselves. His smile crinkled his eyes just right.

The weed hadn't worn off and I still didn't feel too much nerves, yet I was speechless at how gorgeous he looked in this lighting. I stared at him more intensely than I had ever let myself. His rosy cheeks, his dark eyebrows, his chin, his perfect lips that always looked like they were puckered ever so slightly. Oh, how I wanted to touch him. I just wanted to feel the shape of his face, drag my finger against his cheekbones and over the bridge of his nose. And then kiss him and kiss him and kiss him.

My daydream went on a little longer than I had meant to let it and I noticed I was staring. But so was he. I let out a breath as I glanced away blushing and noticed a bench just a little ways away.

"want to sit?" I spoke quietly without looking at him. Without waiting for an answer I started walking towards the bench and heard him follow. I only got half way there before I felt Jaedens hand on my shoulder, turning me around.

I turned around confused as he placed his hands carefully on my face and pulled me gently to him, his head crouched to my height. His eyes flitted from my lips to my eyes which were wide with shock. He breathed out a soft laugh, eyes sparkling at me, those smile lines taking my breath away.

Then he kissed me. Slowly and softly. My eyelids fluttered shut in bliss. His lips were so warm and hands slid over my ears and secured themselves there so he could deepen the kiss. My hands went to my jean jacket that he was wearing, I pulled him in tugging on the sides. We moved slowly but not out of fear. It was calm and the only thing I could think was how perfect this felt. How perfect he felt kissing me.

He pulled away after a couple seconds and his hands slid down to rest on my jaw, keeping my head tilted and my eyes on him. He smiled the most beautiful smile and I could only look at him with adoration.

"what was that?" I breathed out

"I got tired of waiting for you to do it," He said making me blush.

"what do you mean?" I asked quietly but slightly defensively.

"oh come on y/n, you're not exactly subtle." he laughed

My eyes widened "so you did know!" I let go of the jacket and stepped back slightly bothered.

"yes," he rolled his eyes stepping closer to me again "I just couldn't wait any longer for something to happen."

"I thought that you... I didn't think that you- that you liked me back. I thought-"

"I do, I like you a lot actually."

"why didn't you give me any signs?" I threw my hands up slightly frustrated that I hadn't known this earlier.

He laughed and looked away a little guilty.

"I didn't know if the timing was right, I didn't know if you were ready for something. I just...I don't want to mess this up." he said getting close to me again his hands going to my hips making me squirm inwardly

"And well... maybe I kind of liked seeing you flustered." he scrunched his face up. "But then I got impatient and I couldn't wait for you to make a move any longer so I just... well I just kissed you."

I let out a breath and looked down at my feet shaking my head. He really had made me suffer but I couldn't find it in me to be annoyed at him. I was too happy about this to feel bad at all. I took his warm hands from my hips and held them in my cold ones.

"thank God you did. I don't know if I ever would have built up the courage" I looked at him.

Finally I saw it, the affection in his eyes. Had it always been there? Had I just not noticed it or maybe I had but I told myself it was nothing. It didn't matter anymore, because it was there, and now I could see it.

I reached up and pulled his face down to meet my lips again. My fingers going into his hair and he let out a soft sigh and kissed me back without a single bit of hesitance in him.

I pulled away after a moment. We smiled at each other and our breaths mixed in the frigid air.

God, he's so perfect. 

[ccaptain]

KNOWING YOUR PARTNER WELL CAN POTENTIALLY MAKE WRITING TOGETHER A LOT EASIER.

REPOST DO NOT REBLOG !!

NAME: sam!! yes with the !!. imperative (i'm joking) but I also respond to Zack!

PRONOUNS: she/her, they/them!

PREFERENCE OF COMMUNICATION: until I'm comfy giving you my discord IMs will have to do!

NAME OF MUSE(s): Kaeya Alberich. in fact, multiple Kaeya Alberichs. In his Fatuiverse, he named himself Ambroise Petrov. ...... I have a lot of verses ok-

BEST EXPERIENCE: OH, MAKING HIM A FUCKING. HSR VERSE. so many more interactions and people interested in my essential appropriation in the Enigmata path and lore..... sorry hoyov.erse. this is mine now. i'm making him friends and ships and i move the lore now

RP PET PEEVES / DEALBREAKERS:

- Do people still read an heartfelt, emotional reply from their partners and don't come yelling in their DMs about it as soon as they can?? That's the highest thing that puts me off on my list of Things That Put Sam off and you won't get the same effort off me if this happens consistently! sorry.

- everyone but me has square icons...................... where is the rotund. where is the round. PLEASE @ MY FELLOW ROTUND ICONS COME TO ME I'M AFRAID (I love y'alls icons im jk)

- If you start acting weird/spiteful because you assume my actions are sending a message you don't vibe with, your best bet is coming to ask me directly what I was trying to do/say. Me reblogging an ask meme/headcanon I made multiple times during the day is not to desperately attract your attention and coercing YOU specifically into sending me one: most of my rp partners have wonky timezomes but still want to read what I wrote/try to interact and this is faster than sending links to 8+ people. If you don't plot with me/send me ask memes, then there'll always be next time. Don't overthink it and don't make it weird, I exist in my own space and do my own things and I'll be happy if you want to vibe with me.

MUSE PREFERENCES: muses who have been damaged emotionally and still come on top of it ''well'' while hiding some sort of traumas...... muses with masks, multiple layers. onion muses that get vulnerable and get peeled layer by layer, painfully raw by the end of it. muses with skewered morals who learn with surprise that they can think in other ways than the ones they've been taught. in fact, H:SR Kaeya is an amalgamate of everything I like in terms of muse's personalities smashed together

PLOTS OR MEMES:  MEMES. faster to plot on, versatile, takes the awkwardess of the first plot off entirely if we're trying to interact, and I can adapt them to almost anything. I wanna say both, but plots are harder to start due to busy lives expecially if those require a starter :( i wanna say that we can mix both... start a plot with an ask meme that turns into a thread. that I can do and is a very good compromise for me

LONG OR SHORT REPLIES: 4 paras for each reply or assume I have been alien-napped by weird beings and switched with an impostor who wasn't left a script to follow to impersonate me.

BEST TIME TO WRITE: EVENING... if i'm not drawing or chatting with people or playing, I crack my fingers after my afternoon nap and kick in gear. lock in. ..... then I get distracted but that's another story

ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S): HOOO BOY I HOPE THE FUCK NOT. maybe i'm more like Wriothesley in terms of muses despite his blog collecting dust: I cope healthily and am normal? I think??

tagged by: i stole it from myself. ultimate thief level tagging: HMMMHMMHMHM who hasn't done this already... mmmmm @predvestnik and @dupliciti as usual but also @aguilareye @glacialswordsman and everyone else who would like to join in!

[formulatrash]

hi shyan anon here, im a shyan fucker myself so my eyes just zeroed in on them when i was reading ur tags. only reason i didn’t question standrew; i didn’t spot them sbjdbd (not that figuring them out is that far a shot once u drop breadcrumbs on shane and ryan)

do you fw trans!fem shane by chance? ive had this song ive headcanoned her into with me for WEEKS now, but none of my normal ghoul boy enjoying friends would get it so <//3

oh haha fair enough. I think the thing I love about shyan (and to a slightly lesser extent standrew because it's a smaller ship) is how much there is like a year on I can still go to ay oh three dot org and be like ok let's filter for something insanely specific and there'll be an incredibly written longfic about it. it's a feast and I'm devouring it.

I could definitely fuck with trans!fem Shane I feel like a lot of their (non-Unsolved) Buzzfeed content absolutely feeds into that. I like (and I think I've posted about this before) that like the Try Guys they used doing "haha wot if men wore lingerie" stuff as a jumping point for real evolution and character growth, to explore and experience rather than take some blokey bait. obviously that's been something that happened over time and certainly the early stuff has masculine defensiveness but these days they don't do that. Buzzfeed was obviously a nightmare hellhole but something at the US branch, especially in video, obviously went right.

feel free to DM me off anon for more shyan chat haha I have very few people to blurble about this at. (mostly because Watcher fandom is terrifying bc what if someone you thought was sound is now demanding employees get fired and everyone makes limited content for 3p per video 7 times a week haha. maximum life in media flashbacks)

[chocolatepot]

Tagged by @wistfulcynic!

Rules: Go to your published works on AO3 and list the first fic you ever published there, the last fic you published, any fic that you wrote for a fandom/ship only once, your favorite fic you wrote in the fandom/ship that has the most works, the fic you wish more people read, the fic you agonized over the most, the fic that sprang fully formed from your mind without any effort, and a work you are proud of—for whatever reason. <3

First fic: Our Little Gathering, for Chocolate Box in 2016 - Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell, specifically the book version. 2016 feels WAY too late because I had an AO3 account long before that, but I guess I was only reading?? The fic is about Arabella's abduction to Lost Hope and her friendship with Emma Pole.

(Not on AO3, but my first fic EVER is Some things never change..., a three chapter continuation of the Enchanted Forest Chronicles from 2000. Oh lord.)

Last fic: It Never Was Anywhere You, the first chapter! Do you like unhinged? Do you like genderbends? Do you like Stizzy? Do you like unhinged genderbent Stizzy??? It's entirely written and will all be posted before Oct. 5.

Only once: I actually have a lot of these from doing multifandom/small-fandom fests. The one I will highlight is A Sensible Couple, the only Sanditon fic I will ever write. It's a Stringer/Charlotte marriage of convenience fic, kind of a fix-it from my perspective.

Favorite fic from the fandom I've written in most: In OFMD, of course. I think it's A Perfect Pair - not my first genderbend but the one where I just let loose. Buckets of angst for both Ed and Stede, an unplanned sex scene that basically wrote itself, and I had to work at the writing in a really satisfying way (to keep them from reconciling too quickly, lol).

Fic I wish more people read: I have an ego and I wish more people read all my works, lmao, but the reception for Fiercely, my brief Marial/Catherine fic (The Great), got me all grouchy. I have every intention of writing more of this ship despite the fact that the fandom isn't into it.

Fic I agonized over: Torn between Powerless and Between the Devil and the Deep Blue Sea, because I agonized over both of these. BTDATDBS was emotionally wrenching to write, as I put Stede through the absolute wringer in it with no reprieve until the end, and I also just couldn't figure out how to accomplish the final chapter, so it put me through the wringer as well. Powerless was ... actually not that hard to write, but BOY did I work myself up over the idea that I was going to be crucified for posting it.

Fic that sprang fully formed: there'll be peace of mind, a hurt/comfort fic where the reunion occurs between a slightly injured Ed and both physically and psychologically injured Stede. It was really magical because @appleteeth's prompts lined up exactly with what I'd been hoping to write.

Work(s) I'm proud of: I was tempted to say Prisons, but I think it's gotta be He That Plays the King, my novella from 2022's Hurt/Comfort Exchange. I'm still slightly amazed that I wrote it, tbh! It's "original slash", very iddy, 30k, about kingship and masculinity and Anglo-Saxon England.

A tag to summon: @ghostalservice, @nicnacsnonsense, @adickaboutspoons, @thetardigrape, @oatmilktruther

[hexiewrites]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

1. How many works do you have on AO3? 43!

2. What’s your total AO3 word count? 562,348, which is honestly insane

3. What fandoms do you write for? right now mostly stranger things. I've got most of a ted lasso fic written but who knows if that'll get posted?? and prev, harry potter.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos? 1. don't take this sinner (dramione, marriage law ish), 2. same as it ever was (steddie, two timelines, one of my first steddie fics!) 3. carve your name into my chest (steddie, the hockey au of my dreams) 4. come get your man (he got lost in my DMs) (steddie, social media, steve being a horny DM guy) 5. there'll be a riot (cause I know you) (steddie, the matty-healy-rat-man-Eddie-vibed mostly smut fic)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? ugh. I WISH!!!! I want to be better at this, I really do. I usually start strong but I end up with limited energy/time and I want to filter that into writing more. if you've ever commented: I FUCKING LOVE YOU and think you're SO cool! if you really WANT a reply, the best way to get that is to ask me questions haha. it starts to feel weird just "thank you!"ing everyone, ya know?

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? I am.... not an angsty ending person tbqh! I think the closest is probably you love the sea, which is a flintwood rarepair selkie fic that I deeply love. it ends happy, insofaras they end up TOGETHER, but if you think more about the implications and how fucking sad it's going to be for oliver... well. I'll leave that to you guys.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? god, I'm well known for having "endings so happy they border on absurd", according to one person online. so, pick your poison I guess! anyways the fic THAT person was referring to was same as it ever was, so, let's go with that!

8. Do you get hate on fics? I have been so lucky lately to not get much hate at all lately, which is a real privilege in the fandom world. remember that I cut my teeth in early days of harry potter, and people were BRUTAL. I definitely HAVE gotten hate - my aforementioned dramione fic has a bit of a weird twist that some people were PISSED about (and once I got an incredibly detailed comment about how badly I fucked up my representation of black Hermione because she... didn't talk that much about hating her hair? which I know is AN experience but not necessarily a universal one) but overall, at least this fandom go around, no hate. thank you, everyone, for that!

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? yes. lots and lots and lots of it. mostly kinda kinky and pretty much all pretty gay. let's not talk about how many times I've had to tag dacryphilia and what that means. I just like when people fuck about things, yknow?

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? nope, never! and I likely never will. too much to keep track of.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? not that I know of, thank god for that.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? I've had requests but... I would need a translator willing to work pretty closely with me because I want to make sure certain choices come across well, and I haven't found that yet.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? not officially, though I did write a buckingham companion piece to the amazing cowboy-bar fic @riality-check did!

14. What’s your all time favorite ship? OH GOD don't make me choose! ALL TIME is still probably dramione, but steddie is a very close second. in terms of canon ships, I'm such a sucker for buffy/spike (leave me alone), and veronica mars/logan (AGAIN LEAVE ME ALONE) and rory/logan (BECAUSE RICH WHITE BOYS NAMED LOGAN ARE A WEAKNESS, APPARENTLY)

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? pour one OUT for you can't take the sky from me, which is my firefly inspired harry potter au ft pansy/percy, mostly because I had so many big plans for it that I've completely forgotten AND I just can't write in that fandom at all anymore. sorry everyone, I do love what I put out and I wish there was more of it.

16. What are your writing strengths? prose, smut, tying things together with little bows, and spending way too much time in my characters heads

17. What are your writing weaknesses? dual POVs, getting so lost in one character I don't flesh out the others as much as I mean to, action sequences, and consistent motivation

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? I've done it before (mostly in clean ice, cold hearts, can't lose) and my typical strategy is to indicate that the characters are speaking a diff language (in french, I use guillements and italics) but not to actually WRITE the french, unless it's very short and the POV character doesn't understand it on purpose like in carve.

19. First fandom you wrote for? harry potter baby! my oldest posted fic that I've found online was from 2002, when I was... too young to be interacting with the internet like that, that's for sure.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written? carve your name into my chest and it's no contest. I love same as it ever was as well, which I think is a better WRITTEN fic technically speaking, but carve was a huge passion project that I had so much fun with, and the response to it had been one of my favourite things in the world. oh, and special shout out to make this inn our own, which is my second longest fic ever and was just an absolute joy to do. so, those three, I guess!

tagging with no pressure: @riality-check @hereforanepilogue @maxineholtzmann @stevespookington @stevethehairington @withacapitalp and whoever else wants in!

[slytherinshua]

Lovesick

𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. . .

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ genre and tags: fluff. hospital au. ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ warnings: reader and gyehyeon are both sick. ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ pairing: gyehyeon x fem!reader. ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ wc: 1.6k ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ a/n: omg I've wanted to write a verivery fic for the longest time and I've finally done it 😭 I'm really happy with how this turned out and there'll definitely be more verivery fics in the future!!

Your heart condition had always made it so that you were in and out of the hospital since you were two. You had hated the stark white walls and bright lights on the ceiling since you were that young, not to mention the bed with pillows so big you could probably fit your small body entirely on them and still have room. It always made you feel fragile and small - always being trapped in your hospital room, unable to get out.

But at least the nurses were nice. They helped you take your medication, talked with you when you got bored, went on walks with you to the outside patio in the hospital, and even read bedtime stories to you to help you fall asleep. They were definitely closer friends to you than any of your school friends which you rarely got to see anymore.

You thought you would always be alone in your hospital room, until one day a boy was put in the empty bed on the other side of the room. You were ten at the time, and took the addition to be a personal offence at first. It was supposed to be your room. You never had to share before.

For the first two weeks, you didn’t speak a single word to the boy. You observed him in silence, judging whether he was a threat to the normalcy of your life or not. He had dark hair and catlike features. He also had a habit of singing when he thought you were asleep. Except you were rarely asleep, and instead heard his surprisingly beautiful voice softly letting out melodious notes.

One day at breakfast, you finally decided to talk to him.

“What’s your name?” You asked him, poking at your small stack of pancakes to see how fluffy they were.

“Gyehyeon. What’s yours?” He turned to you, small figure looking as fragile as yours as he sat up on his bed. Maybe you two were in the same boat.

“Y/n.” You took a bite that was mostly strawberry sauce than actual pancake.

“Why are you here?”

“Heart condition. You?”

“My growth is stunted.”

“Oh. Is that why you’re so small?” 

He nodded, a small smile gracing his face. You thought he looked cute.

“How old are you?” You asked.

“Almost 12. But I’m the size of a 7 year old.” He pouted slightly, not touching his bowl of fruit.

“I’ll turn 11 next month…” You echoed, “I’m short too, so don’t feel bad about it… And the nurses here are really nice. I'm sure they’ll get you to grow up tall.” You encouraged, giving him a big smile. 

“Is your heart condition serious?” He asked after some silence.

“My parents and the nurses say that I’ll be fine, but they always have conversations I can’t hear.” You explained.

“That usually means they’re hiding something from you and don’t want you to know how bad it really is.” Gyehyeon said sharply and you scoffed.

“What do you know about anything?!” You turned so you were facing away from the boy, his words cutting too deep. You didn’t like being told you were sick, as if you didn’t already know every time your heart acted up. You just wanted to be healthy. 

“Sorry…” He mumbled, letting out a sigh and closing his eyes. A tear slipped down your cheek and the hollow beeping of your monitor was the only sound that filled the room.

//

“It’s your big day!” You cheered as a 17 year old Gyehyeon stepped out in his surgery gown. He had grown a lot over the years thanks to a strict diet and medication, and could now almost pass as the height of a short fifteen year old. You were proud of his progress. He looked stronger and healthier despite still being shorter than average. 

“If I die, it was nice having you as my roommate.” He joked, masking his nerves.

“You won’t die. We’re pretty strong, you and I.” 

He nodded, “I’m proud of us… I’ve grown almost 30 centimetres, you’ve been getting better. Hopefully we’ll both be out of here soon.” 

Gyehyeon and you loved to talk about the future - how your lives would be like away from the hospital. You would both be normal healthy teenagers going to a real school and having real friends. It seemed like a dream, but one that was obtainable. Eventually.

Nurse Park came in soon. She was your favourite nurse, and both yours and Gyehyeon’s best friend. 

“Look at you standing tall!” She said cheerily. She commented about Gyehyeon’s height every time she came in and it always left him embarrassed. 

You reached out your hand, still sitting on your bed. Gyehyeon shuffled over silently and clasped your outstretched hand gently. Nurse Park shifted through Gyehyeon’s files in the cabinet on the side of the room, only adding to the tension and anxiety of the atmosphere. 

Gyehyeon gave your hand a gentle squeeze as you laced your fingers with his. “You’re gonna be fine.” You whispered, bringing your intertwined hands up to your lips and kissing the back of his hand. He smiled.

“Once I get back from surgery, we’ll have our first proper kiss, remember?” He talked to you in a hushed voice so that Nurse Park wouldn’t overhear.

“I didn’t forget. You’ll have earned it by the time you're back in here.” You whispered back, hugging his short body closer to yours. 

Over the years, playful frenemies had grown into true friendship, and that had grown into a proper crush. Now you were both sure that you really liked each other.

Nurse Park turned around and you let go of Gyehyeon. He waved to you hopefully as he followed Nurse Park out of the room. Now you just had to wait.

It was probably the hardest wait of your life. He was undergoing a surgery that was supposed to help fix his spinal cord so he could grow without it obstructing him. You knew it would go well. It wasn’t as big a procedure as some of the surgeries that you had gotten. But you still felt nervous for it because you could feel that he was nervous for it.

You spent your time listening to music and drawing little doodles of Gyehyeon as you waited for 10 hours to pass. Eventually, a nurse rolled a bed back into the room, and a knocked out Gyehyeon rested on it, looking peaceful and healthy. 

You were relieved to have him back in your sight. Maybe it was because of his height that made you feel the need to watch over and protect him. Or maybe it was just because of how much he meant to you, but you always felt a little uneasy when anything big was happening to him and you weren’t there for it.

You thanked the nurse and she left the room after telling you that he should wake up within an hour, but would still be tired and under the effects of the anaesthesia. Once you were alone you walked over to his bed, making a small spot to sit at the bottom while you waited for him to wake up. 

He stirred after forty minutes, slowly blinking his eyes open. You glanced up from your phone, smiling widely once you saw that he was awake again.

“You did it!” You said happily, prompting a smile from him.

“I can’t feel a thing.” He said drowsily but clearly very happy.

“You hopefully won’t remember me saying this because you’re still under anaesthesia, but… you’re really pretty. Even just after surgery you look so good, and it makes me blush.” You blurted out. 

“Is that why your cheeks are pink? Cute…” He mumbled, eyes falling back closed.

You scooted closer to him, “I’ll let you sleep again… but don’t forget about our kiss later. I’ll be waiting.” You murmured to a half asleep Gyehyeon. He smiled again. You brushed your hands through his hair gently in a way that only lulled him to sleep faster.

You had to leave the room for your daily walk and checkups after that, and by the time you got back, Gyehyeon was awake again. The anaesthesia had worn off, and he was back to his happy and savage way of speaking to the nurses, cute grin on his face the entire time.

You were given your dinner and left alone again. As soon as you were, you raced back over to Gyehyeon’s bed and hopped on. He laughed at your eagerness, but you couldn’t care to hide it.

“I believe you earned yourself a present for surviving the surgery, oh great and mighty Gyehyeon.” You said dramatically, inching closer to him with each word.

“I wonder what this present could be?” He jested, grabbing your hands in his.

“I think it’s long overdue.”

“Definitely.” He concurred, his face only centimetres away from yours.

You smiled and closed your eyes, soon feeling Gyehyeon’s soft lips on yours in your first kiss. And it was amazing. He was amazing.

“I really like you.” He whispered when he pulled out. 

“Me too.” You mumbled, kissing his nose quickly and making it dust slightly pink.

“I know… You said I was pretty after all.” He said slyly, and your face turned a darker shade of pink from embarrassment. “Oh, and by the way… You make me blush too.” He leaned in to kiss you again before you could freak out about him remembering your words from earlier. 

He couldn’t think of anything better than this moment. It was perfect.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ verivery taglist: @yeonjuns-bluehair

[pretty-kitten-paw]

Hey cutie, was browsing the sapphic tags and came across your lovely blog ❤️ I have a bit of an off topic question 👉👈 if you don't mind.

How is daily life in the UK? Specifically as an LGBT+ individual? Do you have enough free time to get to make friends and have hobbies? Are your police officers tolerable? Most importantly, what sorts of community gatherings do you have? I live across the pond in America and it is getting worse and worse here. My life savings are plummeting solely because of medical care. Anywhere else is better than here. Hehe sorry to bombard you with questions, there's no pressure to respond to each and every one.

Have a lovely day and take it easy - Ginks

Thank you Ginks what a lovely surprise!

Things in the UK are weird. The growing resentment of the class divide gets stronger every day. Tho admittedly I am in homeless accommodation so more reason to hate the rich.

Everyone is struggling a little. Most young people I know even up to their 30s are back with parents after uni from disability or ridiculous rent.

As a queer well let's be more specific as a visually lesbian trans woman it's odd. Every fewknths there'll be a new form of "guidance" or "review" pushed forward by transphobes to be used in legislative battles primarily against trans youth. It sickens me and it primes the tories to go full culture war on us and have the backing to legislate transphobic intervention.

People generlaly are concerned about being good. People are kind. If I've been in chat with anyone it's very rare I'll see any form of bigotry. Until they ask their 2nd question. And boy oh boy do they love asking it.

Its fucked here and it's getting worse but at least palestine action and trans youth groups are inspiring people across the country.

Do I personally have hobbies? Yeah but not much energy or drive to pursue them. Woe is the dissociated.

Pigs is pigs is pigs. They are as thick as their lumpen shit. I've never had an intelligent conversation with a pig and I bet it won't change. Also as someone who tried an attempt with a knife I got threatened with the "gun in the car" thing as a joke. Our police are armed just not as they walk unless it's a city centre then they probably have a gun. Also incredibly ableist, racist and hate the homeless with a passion. I one time was sitting with my kit people watching saw 3 pigs arrive and I turned to chupey and said in this park these are the 3 people they will profile. Black man sitting chilling, homeless man airing his feet, disabled probably homeless guy in wheelchair, black youth etc. And low and behold they did it in the exact order. Because they are machines for fascist mindsets.

Community gathering! The thing that makes me trwmble. I went to trans pride and day of rememberence beautiful both really well run. The kink scene is nice and diverse tho I'll say this. Tme leabians? Not a fan of teansfems waaaaay more than in the states at least on the apps. Its stark I've been with 1 non-tfem since I've been here, transmisogyny innit. But lots of munches board game clubs for queer folk here but I am in the 2nd biggest city in England so yknow easier life. (Small-town doctors are evil and I'm coming for them)

Our economy not as fucked as yours yet (I mean 17 bucks before tax on nail polish are you shitting me).

Good luck with the medical debt. Here unless you have cancer? You wait. And if its mental health. You wait so much longer.

Thabk you thabk you thabk you a perfect evening chill questions xx

[fletchfeathers]

wrt the last post i just reblogged oh boy did that kick up some Feelings but OP doesn't need me trauma dumping in their tags so

i literally always wonder how many people would simply not want me around or not like me as much or Whatever if i didn't do art for them. like my presence is only tolerated as long as there's free art involved

like it's happened enough times where people will try and get close to me and tell me they like my characters and whatnot just to get me to do art for them, and as soon as they have that any further interest just immediately dies, and like ... annoyingly for me it's the only thing i really know how to do that people like, so the cycle never stops

like i guess i don't blame people for it really, there's. really not a lot else i have to offer lmao but. maybe it'd be nice sometimes if "you're a good artist" wasn't the only good thing people had to say about me

but then i feel stupid for being upset about it bc i know there'll be people like "well at least you Can draw why are you being ungrateful about that" and it's like. i'm not ungrateful! i worked super fucking hard my whole life to be able to do it! i just!! want to be more than just The Free Art Machine to the people i care about. or at least i just want to not feel like that's the primary reason anyone keeps me around

but then what else is there y'know. like. you remove the art and what's even left to like? not much! so. i guess it's a me problem anyway for letting art be the only appealing thing about being my friend rather than being like. not a human tar pit lmao so.

ughhhh i'll delete this in a bit don't mind me

[damageinkorporated]

HELL YEAH ANOTHER TAG!!!!!

Okay this one is really exciting cause it's probably the most info there'll be on my OCs (or, James specifically) mostly because I'm a disorganized, forgetful mess but I don't care - thinking is thinking!

Anyway, like it or not, here's some info on everybody's beloved James!

Five things that make you happy

'Oh that's easy. Good food, making Pat mad, making Pat laugh, good music, and Vicky.'

If you could save just one person, who would it be?

That's a bad, bad question. Myself so that I could save others, Pat because she's Pat, and Vicky because she's Vicky, and Misha because he's a cute little idiot.

Tell us one of your funniest jokes

How many people does it take to change a lightbulb? A gun.

'I don't know man, I usually steal from Pat and she's not here, go figure.'

Where would you like to visit?

Well, it seems that everywhere was so nice before...I bet Yellowstone is still breathtaking, but honestly I'd like to see new places if it were safe.

When do you usually go to sleep?

Sleep early, rise early. That's how you get ahead.

Are you a jealous person?

Jealous of what? Vicky? I mean, I could be, but that would be annoying, so no.

Have you committed a crime?

I don't see any courts or cops around here. I did no violence on Haggler territory, sure, but by the old world's standards, OH BOY.

Do you have a chore you usually hate?

Keeping Pat and Vicky calm every now and then. They seem to be getting along well, but every now and then there is an attempted murder. Shit happens? Now that I'm talking about it, maybe I should look around for some chains...

Tell me an embarrassing childhood story

Ohhh, hahaha, so you see, my dad would play a lot of solo artists when I was little, but I ended up taking the names too literally. Guess how much I cried when I heard of a band called 'The Dismemberment Plan'. Don't tell Pat.

Are you a good person?

I'm a person. I try to do what I think is good as much as I can. I leave the judgement to others, not that I care a whole lot.

What’s the worst thing you’ve done? Do you regret it?

Hmm...leaving Pat and Vicky. Oh and two things about Jess: Following her so blindly and letting her live.

What’s the quickest way to make you laugh?

I laugh easily (chuckles) see? Just a witty comment or funny circumstance is good enough.

What is your favorite song right now?

Blood Pressure by Mutemath. Next question.

Do you sometimes wish to be someone else?

What? No? I'm together with some of the awesomest people I know, going on awesome adventures and having a lot of fun. I mean, sure there are times when I wish I didn't have to deal with really annoying things, but overall, I'm all good.

Do you push forward or take time to rest?

Rest is good, rest is important, that's why I'm an idiot and have a tendency to push forward.

What is your favorite drink?

Oh one of those things where they used to like, uhh, shit I forget what it is. I had a taste of it once and it was amazing. I think it was some sort of coffee? Or maybe some juice. I just tried explaining it to Pat and Misha and got insulted in two different languages if that makes you feel better.

If you had to pick a single item of clothing or an accessory to wear for the rest of your life, what would it be?

Good shoes. Like, the boots I got on right now - the rest is good, sure, but being able to walk and run freely is number one. Though if it counts, my sword instead. That would be funny, fighting naked with just a sword.

If you were forced to forget a single memory, what would it be?

Why of course that one time I just forgot what I was saying when talking to Vicky. That was rather embarrassing for me. Pretty sure she got a good laugh out of it though, so maybe not that.

What is a positive thing your worst enemy would say about you?

If they aren't complimenting my fighting I'm either dead or they're mute. I take pride in my swordfighting.

Hopefully these answers have his personality reflecting vividly enough, cause I just love him! Anyway, I guess I should focus on Pat and Vicky too (no, not writing the actual story, don't be ridiculous) cause those two are also funny as hell.

Thanks for the tag again!!

Mega OC Questionaire!!!!!!!

Time to get to know Artemys Raine, I guess!

(psst this is her story)

Five things that make you happy

“Hmmm... there are several things that make me happy, but Magnus usually tells me that 'eight year olds shouldn't have that big of a knife collection'. I like tricking people, and I like the song that Alec always hums to himself when he makes coffee in the morning. I like feeding the pigeons on the windowsill in the morning, when New York is... well, slightly quieter than normal, and when it's foggy in Central Park and I can dance with the Fae."

If you could save just one person, who would it be?

“Myself. Always."

Tell us one of your funniest jokes

“I don't joke much really... Magnus says my humour is more suited to an eighty year old than an eight, but then again he's the one with all the t-shirt puns."

Where would you like to visit?

“I really want to go to Peru..."

When do you usually go to sleep?

“According to Alec, eight pm every night. Magnus is a pushover and lets me stay up to midnight."

Are you a jealous person?

“Jealous of what? Power? I have more than enough myself, although I'm always happy to collect more."

Have you committed a crime?

“Are you a cop?"

Do you have a chore you usually hate?

“Having to baby-sit grown-ass adult Shadowhunters who keep almost dying."

Tell me an embarrassing childhood story

“I was born. That was pretty embarrassing."

Are you a good person?

“Ehhhh...."

What’s the worst thing you’ve done? Do you regret it?

“I briefly locked Jace in a room with a squirrel, I have no regrets. (Magnus is reading this over my shoulder and says I should add all the murder I've done, but I think the duck was worse, honestly)

What’s the quickest way to make you laugh?

“Probably tickling me, but that's also the quickest way to get a knife in the gut."

What is your favorite song right now?

“Magnus keeps playing ABBA, and I like Fernando the best, although he always dances with me during 'Does Your Mother Know' which is fun."

Do you sometimes wish to be someone else?

“Sometimes."

Do you push forward or take time to rest?

“Time to rest is time to get stabbed in the back, if you need to heal, do it while planning."

What is your favorite drink?

“Coffee. As strong as I can get away with before Alec notices."

If you had to pick a single item of clothing or an accessory to wear for the rest of your life, what would it be?

“My backpack. It has everything I need in it, and most of what I own."

If you were forced to forget a single memory, what would it be?

“I assume this is meant to be some sort of deep, sentimental question, but I'd simply forget the memory of whatever I'd dreamt about last night."

What is a positive thing your worst enemy would say about you?

“One of them told me that I was quite tenacious just after he stabbed me. I would be more proud if it hadn't come from Valentine."

she's so sassy, i love her (yes, magnus is working on the therapy thing. no shes not convinced yet.)

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My Xmas gift - Mason Mount

Request: Can you do one where Ben is hosting a Christmas party and you and Mase attend it. Some girls at the party make it a bit hard for you to be there as they are kinda mean to you but thankfully you have Mason and Sophia there to  comfort you.

Warning: a bit angst (I wanted to get this ready before the end of Xmas time and maybe it’s not my best work, sorry in advance)

Tag list: @masonxomount​ @chelsealover @masterclassbaby @johnstonesfc @prideofpd

Christmas time brings a lot of joy with it but also a lot of parties and formalities people are expected to take part in even though the level of excitement towards those events is slim to none. That was the case with Ben's Christmas party: you knew it would have been crowded as the guy knew a lot of people, apart from the Chelsea boys that would have been there with their significant others, and that was the least appealing you could think of at that moment. Just thinking about that made you moody, already hoping to be back in the coziness of your home.

Maybe it was also the fact that it would have been the first time you would have gone out in public after announcing your pregnancy (not to the whole world yet, just to the people who were closer to you) that made you even more nervous .

All those considerations transformed into an annoyed grunt which left your lips as you were busy adjusting your dress in front of the mirror.

"Mase, do we really have to go to this thing?"

The grudge you were holding made Mason giggle, as he hugged you from behind, looking at you through the reflection of the mirror before you. His hand would gently move from your hips to your slightly swollen belly.

"Come on, we'll have fun, I promise" I whispered, resting his chin on your shoulder. 

You huffed, brushing your thumb over his hands.

"You know what I think of those things…there'll be a lot of people and -"

"...and you'll be alright, everyone there loves you and I'll be there too, there's nothing to worry about"

You would have liked to trust him, to trust every single word he just said but your guts were telling you quite the opposite.

“I love you”

“I love you too” You were so absorbed in your own thoughts you didn’t realise you answered him with a tone that seemed uncaring, making him pout. As soon as you saw his facial expression you became aware and started asking him to forgive you.

“You don’t love me anymore” Mason started whining, wandering around the house.

“Oh come on, you know that’s not true! I love you so damn much and look! I’m also wearing the earrings you gave me on Valentine’s day!” You said showing him the small diamond hoops on your lobe.

“You’re wearing those just because they’re diamonds”

“You think I’m so vain?? That hurts me”

“Well you hurt me more!” You mimicked his whiny voice as he playfully slapped your butt.

"Hey! Keep your hands to yourself!"

"I can touch what's mine whenever I want" He muttered into your neck, making you shiver.

You gulped and took a deep breath, caressing your still small tummy to instill some courage to you and your baby.

For a moment it seemed as if all the panic that haunted you disappeared thanks to Mason who, with his playful bantering and his impromptu concert in the car, washed all your worries away, it was just you and him and the little avocado in your belly.

Nevertheless that magic broke the moment you arrived at Ben's and realised how many people were there at his party, judging from all the cars parked nearby.

"Why did you stop singing?" Mason asked while trying to find parking, knowing your fear was hitting you back.

"Cause we arrived" You huffed as if the answer to his question was something so obvious.

Your boyfriend gave you a side look, squeezing your thigh through the thin fabric of your thighs.

"Did I tell you how good you look tonight?"

A nervous smile crossed your lips as you squeezed his hand back absentmindedly. 

"Nope"

When you found a parking lot, you unbuckled your seatbelt and grabbed your purse before opening the car door to get down. Mason was waiting for you right outside with a small smile on his face, holding his hand out for you to take it.

"You look gorgeous, you are a dream" He whispered, raising your hand to his lips to leave lingering kisses against your knuckles.

His sweet words never failed to make you blush, it was still difficult to wrap your head around how charming he was.

The moment you entered Ben's house you were met with loud music and people laughing and talking out loud. 

The way you scrunched up your face, clearly not impressed with that noise, made Mason move closer to your ear to whisper that you had nothing to worry about and that you could have left whenever you wanted to. You nodded, kissing his cheek when Sophia, Kai's girlfriend, came to welcome you.

"Hii!"

"Hey girl hi! You're gorgeous!" She hugged you, being careful not to hurt your bump.

"You are! I feel so bloated and tired"

Mason left to go and look for Ben as he was sure he had left you in good company. 

"How are you doing, baby mama?"

"Good, I'm kinda tired but that's part of the part of the plan I guess"

Sophia laughed as she was escorting you to the nearest sofa to let you have a seat.

When you finally reached for a comfy seat, four girls standing not far away from you caught your eyes. They were beautiful, looking like models straight out of a magazine, all dressed with dresses that left little to the imagination. They were all giggly and the moment they made eye contact with you you felt intimidated by them: you could feel their eyes piercing right through your soul, checking you out in a derogatory and judgy way. The thing you didn’t understand was why they were looking at you like that, since you didn’t do anything wrong, you didn’t even know who they were!

“Who are those girls?” You asked in a whisper in your best friend’s ear.

“Dunno, I think they are just some Insta girls Ben hangs out with”

“Wondering if Mase knows them too…” You mumbled playing with the straw in your glass, asking why you weren't born having that perfect body they had.

"Maybe he met them too but you have nothing to worry about" Sophia squeezed your hand as to fight those bad thoughts that were starting to crowd your mind once again that night. "He has eyes for you only"

At that moment, exactly as in a movie scene, you made eye contact with Mason  who was sharing a joke with Kai and Ben, and you smiled at each other, a sincere smile that still had the power to make you feel butterflies in your stomach.

When you moved your gaze away from him you saw those girls making eyes at your fiancé, smirking at him. Were they really trying to flirt with your man??

"But - I can't believe it" You grumbled, angry and in disbelief.

"What?"

"Those girls are trying to steal my man"

Sophia moved her gaze in the same direction as yours and saw one of them literally eating Mason with their eyes.

"No way! They are disgusting…"

The worst part wasn't even that one of them wanted to get into his boxers but what you heard them say about you.

“Omg have you seen her? She really thinks he’ll stay with her forever just because she got pregnant??”

“Hell no, she can’t be so delusional” The brunette one laughed hysterically, moving her hair away from her shoulder in a way as if she wanted to highlight the difference between you and her. “He’ll stay with her a couple of months and then byyyyeee”

“Yeah! He can’t afford to be seen with someone like that, all bloaty and sloppy”

Were they really saying those mean things about you when you were there listening to them?

Your gut feeling was right after all, it would've been better if you stayed home that night. You couldn’t believe your ears.

“Hey girl, what’s wrong? You look like you’ve just seen a ghost” Sophia giggled, offering you a glass of water. Unfortunately, due to your current condition, you weren’t allowed any alcohol but you would have really loved to drown your despair in some good wine.

"N - nothing…"

"You expect me to believe you? You should see your face"

You turned pale, the hand holding the glass shaking a little as your brain couldn't stop replaying the words those mean girls just said over and over again.

"Excuse me, I'm not feeling very well…" You excused yourself in a low voice, rather imperceptible, before leaving the party to go and find solace in one of Ben's bedrooms. You locked yourself in and let go to a liberating cry.

Kai's girlfriend stood there not understanding what was going on, the reason why you ran away. She did the math when she saw that bunch of girls giggling and hearing one of them saying "we got rid of her finally, all clear" she knew it was time to speak up for you.

Before she could start speaking, Mason approached her to ask about you, since he had been looking out for you around the room without finding you.

"I think she went upstairs…these bitches here have been saying foul things about her all night and she heard all of it. I -"

Mason glared at them before asking Sophia if she could go look after you.

"Y/N? Are you here?" She went calling for you at every door she found on her way until she found you shaking and crying, sitting on the floor.

"Y/N baby, what's wrong?" She sat next to you, hugging you.

Meanwhile downstairs Mason was trying to tell them off but without making a scene. While the girls were acting all giggly to have their way with him he wasn't impressed in the slightest and told them he wasn't interested as he already had an amazing woman by his side and that they should have thought twice about speaking evil of you. One of them had the nerve to confront him and say he was just wasting his time with her and Ben and Kai had to intervene to calm him down.

"You don't know her, how can you say these things??"

The party host had to ask the girls to leave his house as they were spoiling the evening.

Mason then ran upstairs to find you: when he opened the door and saw you on the floor, a crying mess, as Sophia was soothingly brushing your back, he kneeled down before you, his hands pressed on your shoulders.

"Hey, that's okay" He pulled you closer to his chest, your tears falling heavily with sadness over your cheeks, sobbing desperately.

"You're in good hands now" Your friend whispered, patting your shoulder lightly as Mason mouthed a soft "thank you" back to her.

When you calmed down a bit, he pulled you back to look into your eyes: he couldn't stand seeing your beautiful eyes all red and puffy with tears. 

"Are you okay?"

"I've had better moments" You giggled sarcastically, his fingers softly running through your hair to move them behind your ear.

Your fiancé sighed, wiping the remaining of your tears away from your face.

“I was worried something might have happened to you or the baby”

“We’re fine” You smiled softly at him “I was fine before those bitches ruined everything…”

“They can’t do no more harm, they’re gone. The awful things they said are not the truth and you know it, you’re the most beautiful, gorgeous, amazing woman ever and they’re just jealous of you, they can’t compare to you”

He pressed his forehead against yours before kissing your lips ever so gently.

“You two are the best Xmas gift I could have asked for” That confession he pronounced as a whisper gave you goosebumps and silently thanked whatever god existed for having put that man by your side.

You kept your glance down on your baby bump until Mason stretched out his hand to brush it against your tummy in a loving manner. That simple touch made you lift your eyes to meet his chocolate brown orbs that meant the world to you.

“What about leaving this place and going home to have our own Xmas party? In our own fluffy pajamas, eating all the sweets the baby wants, because she’s the one who wants them and not his mummy…”

“He’s the one! Not me!”

“That’s what I said! And remember there’s a baby boy in here” Mason said his sixth sense told him you would have welcomed a girl while you (and all his family) were pretty sure the future baby Mount would have been a boy.

“Nope, there’s a girl here”

Your little moment had been interrupted by Ben who wanted to make sure you’ were doing alright and apologise for those girls’ behaviour. You said it wasn’t his fault and gave him a hug before kissing everyone goodbye.

“No more parties for me, I get too stressed” You sighed with your eyes closed, abandoning your head against the headrest of Mason’s car seat.

“Don’t worry, baby mama. I got you” He smiled softly before taking your hand in his to kiss it. 

As long as he would have gotten you you knew everything would have been alright.

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i have seen your fic recs. I love you for your confidence in ur fics, it sexy. I have read some of the fics in ur bookmarks in ao3 XD it's nice. I don't have anything to read anymore, do ur moots write fics? is it ok to ask for theirs? ill just raid their fics and bookmarks to read some *chef's kiss* works. this might also be me being curious tho, do u have a guilty pleasure fic? oh and i wanna rant a little that the amount of gen and teen fics in MDZS are painfully low when u like, find them by tag. and it's kinda sad that I can get comfort from uh steamy fics coz everyday means everyday and why are almost every explicit content I can see them doing😂I don't have anything against smut writers tho especially those that write amazing and jaw dropping fics. Hehe. also there's so low hurt no comfort fics. I want wangxian whump like whump that will hurt through my skin. bunnies are cuties and the foxxian and dragonji are cute tho. For so many fics under wwx tag, there's so few that features him being a genius.

Hi anon! Thank you very much for the lovely comments.

I do have some moots who write fanfiction! Off the top of my head there's @sienne-k @rynne @miixz @preludianstaves @the-last-d-boy @vrishchikawrites @jiangwrongcurator @suspiciouspopsicle and I'm sure some more who I am forgetting at times when I should stop answering tumblr asks and go to bed instead.

I have some guilty pleasure fanfics; I am not ready to admit to them. I have a fic rec post that has a lot of fics that I like on it, it's in my asks somewhere.

I can understand your disappointment, though I do think that in a fandom with such a happily married couple who want to have sex all the time, it's really nice that writers really want to explore more of that too and we get such a wide variety. One of the nice things about MDZS being such an active fandom is that even if there's not a lot of it right now, people are always out creating and producing more works and surely there'll be more that fit your tastes that come along.

I do agree that we need more fics that involve Wei Wuxian being a genius. I'm working on it, but I can only write so many fics at a time.

[vinceaddams]

Ooh neat! I don't think I've seen any like that. At least, I'm not seeing any in a quick scroll through of my 19th century waistcoats pinboard, but there aren't very many pins on there because it's not my department. None in the waistcoat book I mentioned in the tags either.

I have seen some with buttons down the front and on the tips of the lapels, but they don't really look like they're meant to button up all the way like the ones you linked, and only one that I've seen is single breasted.

Not sure if there'll be anything in there, but here's a list of links to free pdf versions of old tailoring books. (Though not an exhaustive one.)

Show you some 18th century waistcoats?? Oh boy, where do I even start? There are so many cool ones!

My 18th century waistcoats pinboard has over 1300 pins, and that's just the extant ones...

I already have a pretty long post from a few years back, with a bunch of my favourite extant ones from the last 2 decades of the century, but that's very specific and there are lots more that I love.

The one with the net overlay is one of my very favourites from that post though, and since posting it I've found a second example!! They're the only two like that I've ever seen, and someday I want to make one.

This is one of quite a few examples I've come across of printed-to-shape waistcoats! All those detailed little images would have been printed on with an engraved copper plate. Cooper Hewitt has a few other similar printed ones, including a couple that aren't sewn up.

But there are earlier examples, and ones with more colour! The V&A has a gorgeous monochrome blue one, and check out this one from an auction site!

I have a section on this pinboard for printed to shape waistcoats. And one for woven to shape ones. Speaking of which!

There are A LOT of extant woven to shape waistcoats, and a lot of them have metallic threads, or raised area of velvet in the design. This one is one of my favourites because I love green. Just look at the shading on those flowers! And that silver would have been so much shinier when it was new.

And there are later examples, like this one.

I don't like the colour combination, but am fascinated by the fact that there are cow skulls on the pockets. I don't know what's going on in the scene depicted, but presumably people in the 1780's-90's had the context for it.

A lot of the other woven to shape ones from the same time also have little scenes on them! As do a lot of the printed ones, and embroidered ones. Designers in the 1780's and 90's truly loved nothing more than putting little guys on waistcoats. (I have a pinterest board for that kind of embroidery. I have. a lot of specific pinterest board and sections.)

Sometimes animals, like this one.

Or humans, like this one.

And a surprising amount of bugs! I don't know the original source for this design, but I think everyone needs to see it.

Bugs bugs bugs bugs bugs. This is one of at least 3 or 4 embroidered waistcoats that feature bugs very heavily, and there are more that have smaller amounts of bugs incorporated into the design.

I always assume everyone has seen the ballooning waistcoat, but logically I know not everyone has, so I must include it. Ballooning had just been invented, and so it was very fashionable to put them on everything.

And look at the ships on this one! They have silver spangles on them! I could use up the rest of the image limit on this post just showing waistcoats with little embroidered scenes, but I've linked the pinterest board above, so I won't.

I also really love how massive and chunky the embroidery is in the earlier part of the century, just like the big woven motifs in that green waistcoat.

Isn't that big blue flower near the pocket flap on these slightly damaged waistcoat fronts wonderful? I used a closeup of this in my recent buttonhole tutorial video, because the Smithsonian very kindly made them public domain!

Not an extant one this time, but oh how I love the style of closure in this portrait! I actually think this one might technically be a jacket, but we can't see the sleeves, so it could be a sleeved waistcoat. (The difference being that a jacket is all made up in the same fabric, and a sleeved waistcoat would have the back and upper sleeves made of a plainer/cheaper material because they won't be seen under the coat.)

Once again, I have a section on a pinterest board for this sort of button arrangement, where it's single breasted on the bottom and then branches up into two rows os buttons higher up. I still haven't made anything this shape, but someday!!

The later ones are more squared off - here's a fun example from the V&A, which you can wear in a few different ways.

Something I've never seen on an extant waistcoat, but have seen in a number of portraits, is long gold or silver fringe along the bottom edge of earlier styles of waistcoat. Sometimes wavy, like in this portrait, and sometimes straight. (There are extant late 18th century waistcoats with fringe, but it's much much shorter. I have a section for fringe on the same pinboard as the Y shaped button overlap section.)

And frogging! I love me some frog closures! They show up fairly often on coats and waistcoats, especially earlier in the century. This example also has some beautiful quilting & embroidery.

Oh, heck how could I forget quilted waistcoats! I haven't found a huge amount of them, but some, and I'd love to make one of them someday too. This brown one looks so cute and comfy.

I don't knit, so I will never recreate this knitted mid 18th century waistcoat, but it would be cool if someone did!

Alright I'll stop now, but this is still not all of the cool waistcoats.

I know this is interesting to no one because it's incredibly niche but I have a little mystery around mid-to-late 19th century mens waistcoats that I've been digging into, and so far, after digging into a bunch of local, provincial, and also national and international online archives, including but not limited to the Rijksmuseum, the V&A, LACMA, and KCI, and also asking about this on instagram and specifically asking the dutch costume society, I have found:

-9 pictures, all local to my area in eastern Netherlands, and every single one of these pictures is people wearing local folk dress -and one (1) extant garment, in the US and also made there.

that's it.

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#5

camilla + december 23 + falconer’s stadium parking lot?? congrats on 200!!

I haven't written Camilla before, so this was super fun to work on! Enjoy <3

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Falconer's Parking Lot, Dec. 23

The things I do for you Jack Zimmermann, Camilla thinks when the wind kicks up while she waits outside the players’ exit.

She has gifts to finish wrapping, a guest room to get ready, last minute groceries to buy – but instead she is shivering despite her layers and the late afternoon sun.

Camilla had been planning on seeing one of Jack’s games, actually. Sometime in March, when she knew she had a week off. When it was a bit warmer. Her girlfriend had been baffled by Camilla going to hang out with an ex-boyfriend, but she and Jack had always been friends first – even after they started sleeping together. Once Jack decided he was friends with someone, he put 110% of himself into maintaining that friendship. They’d actually developed a fairly regular text thread, which – based on the everything she knew about Jack – was more surprising than him going into the NHL.

He’d used an emoji a few weeks ago and she almost fell off her chair.

Jack had actually called her to invite her to this game specifically – I know it’s right before Christmas and you’re probably busy but I’ve got a ticket, two if you want them – and there was something in his voice that piqued her interest. A hesitant sort of glee, like happiness was trying to burst out of him but he was reining it in for propriety’s sake.

So Camilla went to the game. It was a fun one, the Falconers beating Chicago by three points; Jack with a goal that even Camilla could tell was absolutely beautiful.

Jess: i’ve got dinner in the crockpot when you get back ❤️

“Camilla?”

She looks up from her phone to see Jack, game day suit on and a Falcs beanie – it’s a toque, Cam – covering his shower-wet hair.

“Hey, Jack! Great game,” she says, moving in for a hug. Despite the bulking up he’s done since the season started, Jack still hugs the same.

“Thanks,” he says, “The boys worked really hard, really dug in there, managed to get the pucks in deep, and Chicago was just—”

“Jack.”

“Right, sorry, habit now,” he says sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. “How have you been?”

“You know how I’ve been. What did you want to tell me in person?”

“I—”

“Because I gotta say Jack, I’ve never seen you look so settled.”

“Oh,” he says, looking pleased.

And he does look settled. There’s actual calm behind his eyes, settled in his frame; it’s like contentment has been knit into his bones. She’s never seen him this relaxed, even after winning games at Samwell – it looks great on him.

A gust of wind comes up again, and Camilla shivers again.

“Shit, you should come inside, we can talk in the player’s lounge for a minute, plus there'll be a snack and at least coffee to drink if you want to warm up a bit before heading out.”

“Jack, of course I’ll come in for a minute, but you’re babbling.”

“Right. Um.” He takes a deep, steadying breath, before meeting her eyes squarely. “Come meet my boyfriend?”

She can’t help the smile that bursts out. “Even if I wasn’t freezing right now, you have to know the answer’s yes.”

He motions her inside ahead of him. She revels in the warmth as the chat about small things through the hallways. Camilla notes with interest as Jack nods and waves at various staff that pass them by. It’s a marked difference from even two years ago. 

It suits him.

They pass into the player’s lounge and Camilla gets her first glimpse of a short young man with blonde hair who’s facing away from the entrance. Is that—? She manages to keep her excited cheer behind her lips when the man turns at the sound of their footsteps.

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#4

for @the-lincyclopedia and Fandom Trumps Hate 2022

I hope you love it as much as I loved writing it! <3

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“What are you saying, William, I’m not good enough to bond with alone? That dear Christopher must be present for us to maintain our friendship? I am hurt, nay, devastated. I have laid my heart at your doorstep—”

“Oh here we fucking go—”

“—only to have you trample it every time you cross your threshold—”

“Nursey, c’mon.”

“—Leaving me to barely survive on the meager dregs of your affection—”

“You are the single most dramatic person I have ever met,” Dex mutters, trying valiantly to hide his grin.

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Or, 5 times Dex wishes their relationship was real +1 time he doesn't have to

85 notes - Posted July 31, 2022

#3

for the mini fic game! “The summer sun was not meant for boys like me. Boys like me belonged to the rain.” Benjamin Alire Sáenz, Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe

"And then I was gonna end with 'Boys like me belonged to the rain.'" Nursey finished. "What do you think?"

And Dex - well Dex had to think about that for a while. Because he knew how big a deal it was that Nursey was showing him his poetry at all. Knew first hand how hard they had both fought to get to this friendship. Been through argument after argument; careless comments and intentional hurts.

But they had gotten here. To a place where Nursey had shyly asked Dex's opinion - I trust you bro - and Dex, powerless to refuse, had agreed to hear it. He treasured that trust, held it close.

But he was fucked. Because Dex didn't have the words for this. Not the tactful, delicate words he knew Nursey needed to hear. His life was built around tools and numbers, not prose and poetry.

And Dex hated the poem.

Well -

It was written well, so well that even someone like Dex could follow the metaphors; Dex could be let in on Nursey's thoughts, just enough for a glimpse. But the glimpse was dark and twisted and Dex was furious.

"Dex?"

There was no way he could say that. He opened and closed his mouth a couple of times, trying to come up with something, anything to compliment. And, as usual, words deserted him.

"You gonna say anything, man, you're looking sort of - tense?" asked Nursey. It breaks Dex out of his reverie and loosens his jaw but without his brain's permission.

"It's really awful, Nurse."

You could hear a pin drop. The silence feels like an actual weight on his chest and Dex knows, okay? He knows how badly he fucked up. Knows he won't ever get a chance like this again.

"I mean--"

"Wow, Poindexter, harsh," Nursey says, the light in his eyes snuffed out. "If you didn't want to listen, you shouldn't have said yes."

"Wait, Nursey, I meant --"

"Save it, Dex, we're chill," Nursey bites out, already shoving his things back into his bag.

"No it was written really well I just--"

"Save it for someone who cares," Nursey says, striding across the room, hand already on the doorknob before Dex finds his voice again.

"It's awful because at one point you felt like that Nursey."

Nursey pauses, not looking at Dex, hand still on the doorknob.

"What?"

"Or that you still feel like that I don't know, but. But - Nursey. Derek. The sun is meant for everyone. And the fact that you felt the opposite strongly enough to write a whole poem about it infuriates me."

Derek has turned back now, just staring at Dex, wearing an expression that Dex has never seen.

"Because you deserve all the good things this world can possibly muster. You're kind, and smart, and strong, funny and surprising, and you just - you care so much about the world and the people in it. There's no way that the world could ever be so cruel as to just restrict you to belonging to the rain. You belong to the summer sun just as much, if not more."

Dex can feel his heart beating wildly in his chest. He has no idea where the words came from, but they seem to have dried up for now. He takes a deep breath and looks up at Derek and Derek is -

Dropping his backpack and striding toward Dex with such purpose that his breath catches in this throat. He still can't parse the expression on his face. No idea what Derek is going to do or say when suddenly he's there and reaching out and -

Lips. Full, slightly chapped, lips on his. Moving against his. Moving with his as he gathers enough brain cells to kiss Derek back. To throw his arms around Derek's waist. To sigh into his mouth, letting his tongue flick out and move against Derek's. Minutes, hours, or perhaps several sunlit days pass before they break apart, needing air.

Derek rests his forehead against Dex's, unwilling to separate further than a breath.

"Shit, Will. Warn a guy next time."

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haus kitchen, 10:43pm

“Is there anything you want for your birthday? I’m obviously making you whatever you want for team dinner, but, I, uh, want you to be able to unwrap something too, ya know?”

Dex is bright red, determinedly not meeting his eyes on the first weekend back from winter break. Nursey bites down on the urge to just blurt out I could unwrap you and makes himself actually think about it.

“Huh. I don’t know, I hadn’t really thought about it this year. My birthday always kind of sneaks up on me and this year with having to figure out what post graduation looks like?” Nursey shakes his head ruefully, “It just hasn’t been on my radar.”

“Nursey, I-there’s gotta be something you want.”

Well. Obviously. But he’s been getting along so well with Dex this year, the last thing either of them needs is Nursey’s awkward confession of feelings to throw their dynamic off again. Sure, there’s been moments that Nursey’s thought maybe just maybe but--

“Have you considered...a book?” he asks weakly.

“Wow, what a novel idea. I’ll bet no one has ever thought to give you a book before,” Dex deadpans.

“Ugh, Dex, a novel idea? Novel? How dare you my good sir,” says Nursey.

“Would you believe it was unintentional?”

“...I’ll allow it. That’s your freebie for today, though.”

“Noted.”

135 notes - Posted February 12, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

what if Dex is actually bad at fixing things?

like what if he only knows how to fix one specific problem at the haus like he tightens a cabinet handle or something but then bitty sees him and decides that means dex is Handy(TM) and tells the rest of smh

and now dex is being asked if he knows how to fix everything around the haus and like his only skill is that he knows which end of the screwdriver to hold - he doesn't know how to hang a door or re-support the porch - and he tries to correct bitty but then nursey is like 'what you don't want to help the team poindexter?' and so then dex Doubles Down

tons of research, videos, how to guides, he actually gets a part time job at a hardware store "for the money" but in actuality so he can learn from the owner

and he becomes mr fix it out of SPITE

160 notes - Posted October 22, 2022

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