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many-gay-magpies · 21 days ago

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20 Questions for Fic Writers

Tagged by @babyseraphim! Thank you lovely, yk i love this kind of thing <3

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

17!

2. What’s your total AO3 wordcount?

94,685

3. What fandoms do you write for?

These days it’s pretty much all Dead Boy Detectives, but before this I was writing a lot of Teen Wolf stuff. I’ve also written some BBC Merlin fics, some for the Sandman (although those were both BBC Merlin crossovers), and one The Dark Crystal: Age of Resistance fic!

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Circular Entrapment - BBC Merlin/Sandman crossover

A Dream of Avalon - also BBCM/Sandman crossover

The Curious Tongue - DBD

Where Primroses Bloom - DBD

To a Grave Dug for Fear - DBD

5. Do you respond to comments?

As often as I can, yes! I absolutely love responding to comments and do my best to respond to every one I get, but I think some of my older fics (mostly the Sandman/Merlin crossover ones that got pretty good traction) might have comments I’ve forgotten about.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I think it would have to be that short little Teen Wolf Scisaac goodbye fic I wrote, Nothing Wrong With a Little Space (But not Right now). That one ends (and is overall) decently angsty, but I’m allergic to solid angst so it’s still somewhat open/hopeful.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Probably Where Primroses Bloom lmao; that is, like, THE sappiest shit I’ve ever written, the ending included. Like I said I’m allergic to solid angst so most of my fics have happy endings, but that one is definitely the most tooth-rotting level of fluff I’ve yet committed.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Not as of yet; like Nimm I’m guessing I haven’t been writing for long enough/haven’t written ENOUGH yet to get a big enough audience to attract hate. I am okay with this

9. Do you write smut?

Once upon a time I would have said a solid no but I have been dabbling lately! Idk how much I’m gonna do, and I don’t think I’ll ever consider myself a smut WRITER, but it has been quite fun :>

10. Do you write crossovers?

Yes! Not any recently, but my first (and only) two fics for the Sandman were both crossover with BBC Merlin, and I have, like, an insane amount of crossovers with Merlin and other fandoms just rotting in Scrivener lmao. Doctor Who crossovers, a Tales of Arcadia crossover, more Sandman crossovers, Good Omens crossovers, Dead Boy Detectives crossovers (though those are barely written), the concept for a Teen Wolf crossover… I love to but that twink wizard in situations

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not to my knowledge!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Also nope

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Triple nope—although I might be, maybe, at some point, soon-ish, if my and the other writer’s motivation for the fic ever returns from the war TT (mostly mine unfortunately). It’s definitely something I think could be fun!!

14. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

Right now Payneland has consumed me mind body and soul, and they seem the type to stick for years to come, even if my overall DBD interest eventually fades. Merlin and Arthur are my eternal beloveds, however, and I will never NOT be a Merthur lover at heart. Even when my BBC Merlin interest is at a low (like it is right now), Merthur remains in my heart.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

SO MANY MERLIN WIPS DEAR GOD. As I mentioned before I haven’t had my Merlin interest surge in a while, so there are, like, five different half-written crossovers where I just yeet that wizard at other fandoms, and a lot of them are REALLY REALLY GOOD, but like. I can’t fully commit to them without reawakened interest in the fandoms involved, so. For now they shall be left to rot in my fanfiction doc. Also that one fucking 24k Merlin fic I fully wrote, like to completion, and want to rewrite now that my writing is better and I have the ideas more fleshed out, but haven’t yet due to lack of interest/motivation.

I do have a bit of hope though that one day my Merlin interest will return from the war, so in the interest of sharing some WIPs with less hope: the Triptych series for Teen Wolf. I have a fourth part of that in progress, and I think it has like 11k of it or some insane number written, and I want to finish it SO BAD because my girl Allison deserves some time to shine, plus that is the first and only time I have committed to a serial project in a fandom, believing I would follow through, but I. Very much have not. Triptych readers if any of you still follow me I am sorry, the Teen Wolf interest did not last as long as I hoped it would—but at the very least, the way the series is formatted makes it so the ending now is still a nice, solid, if slightly open ending, so if you didn’t know there’d been a fourth part planned you probably wouldn’t assume anything was missing.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I feel like I’m generally good with prose, dialogue, and emotional and atmospheric description! Which is like. Quite a bit actually. But I feel like I’m generally a pretty good writer, and I enjoy all the different processes a lot! I’ve gotten a lot of compliments in comments on my fics about how I get the characters’ voices and vibes down really accurately, which is EVERYTHING to me because that feels like one of the most challenging parts of fic—actually making the characters read LIKE THE CHARACTERS. So, that is a point of pride for sure kjshdkfjhksjh

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Run-on sentences. I am so, SO guilty of abusing the em dash (—) and semicolon (;) to hell and back, my goodness. Half my editing process is going through and shortening sentences, reordering clauses, etc etc. I also feel like I could definitely improve in the actual plot-driven area, at least when it comes to fic—pretty much all my fics are emotion and character-focused oneshots, which isn’t a bad thing and certainly has its place in fandom, but I so enormously admire the fic writers who think up whole plots for the characters and put them into so many situations… granted I did do that with Circular Entrapment, and I’m in the process of doing it with my (finally-named!) post-canon casefic, but I want to do it MORE. Also, committing!! I pretty much only post oneshots because I’m terrible at committing to longer-form stuff!! A big part of it is that I can’t exactly control the whims of my brains and its interests, but god just for ONCE I would like to commit to and actually FOLLOW THROUGH WITH a longer-form project, like a serial or a multichapter.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I mean, I’m not sure what exactly this is asking. I have one unposted ficlet where I use my very intermediate French knowledge to write Isaac Lahey speaking very rudimentary French, so I think it’s fun? I think generally if I ever used another language for dialogue I’d put a translation in the end notes, and like. I don’t see myself doing it that often? It can be fun to read though.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

If we’re talking first fandom I wrote fic for ever, in my life, that would have to be either My Little Pony or How To Train Your Dragon. If we’re talking first fandom I ever wrote fic and POSTED the fic for, that would be Dark Crystal: Age of Resistance.

20. Favorite fics you’ve written?

Aughhhhh. I think at the moment I’m super proud of The Curious Tongue, because it was just so much fun to write and I’m super proud of the results! It was my first foray into posting slightly more nsfw writing, which was a bit nerve-wracking, but I really just adore the character dynamics and emotional vulnerability in it. Exploring the same events from two separate POVs and seeing how DIFFERENT they were was so fun, and the great reception it’s received has been a big plus!

I’m also really proud of To a Grave Dug for Fear, because I really love the ideas, intrapersonal conflict, and emotional/character dynamics explored in it, and I feel like I did a good job for it being my first fic for the DBD fandom! But on a non-DBD note, Circular Entrapment. It’s still just such an entertaining concept and execution to me, and seeing how those two incredibly different characters meshed together was so much FUN.

For this I will zero-pressure tag my usual writer mutual tag, @blusandbirds, and also @edwinspaynes, @wordsinhaled, @shadowquill17, and any other writers who see this and want to participate! As usual, if you are tagged and DON’T want to, just consider it a notification that I’m thinking of you :3

#tag games #what this teaches us is that i love yapping #magpie’s writing adventures

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sharpsuite · 1 month ago

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15. bookcase AND/OR 10. pantry for both

↳ PEEK INSIDE THEIR SPACE

10. pantry.

Chishiya keeps an assortment of foods within his panty ; there's more in the PANTRY than there is in the fridge. Granola bars, oatmeal, some salted nuts - which he primarily shoves in a pocket to munch on at work. He also tends to have a bag of chips on hand, and various chocolate biscuits/cookies on hand to snack on. There's also snacks like Black Thunder bars and taiyaki as well. He also tends to have curries and a few different types of noodles. He also has a few ramen packets on hand for the times he's too tired to bother really cooking anything - that, and cooking isn't his strong suit. He keeps some vegetables like potatoes in there, along with staples like rice, sugar, etc. Popcorn too. He's a fan of that. Mostly because you never know when you might need it on hand. Napkins are also stored there.

15. bookcase.

Already answered HERE!

10. pantry.

Ann, unlike Chishiya, does a lot of cooking herself. So her pantry tends to be full of a lot of the basics needed for dishes. Flours, sugar, rice, pasta, vinegars, kombu, as well as spices like dashi powder, salt, pepper, garlic, anise, cinnamon, sesame oil, etc. She also keeps some cereals (usually a 'healthy' granola one and a more sugar-y one), and occasionally some candies like kit-kats or baum rolls. If she's baked or picked up any treats she tends to STORE them in the pantry as well rather than out on the counter top to keep her counterspace pretty clean and clear. In Ann's pantry, everything has its EXACT, precise spot and she always puts everything right back where it goes rather than just shoving it in to deal with later.

15. bookcase.

Ann's bookcase is a MIXED VARIETY. Her textbooks and work related subjects are kept to the bottom rows - they're more references than things she chooses to ACTIVELY read most of the time. A good chunk are, admittedly, romantic novels and fantasy novels. It's nice to escape life for a while and just sink into the world within the pages of a book. But she does have fun reading and dabbling in others like sci-fi if it happens to catch her interest. She also has some biographies on experts or founders of different studies that she enjoyed reading about, and two or three poetry books. ( She's read one of them and hasn't gotten around to others. ) Romance, however, remains by far the largest genre in her book collection. She also has pictures of her, or her and her parents on some of the shelves, and a few knickknacks from travels or gifts she's received.

#samuhelll #Ann's so organized she'd be so disappointed in me #i am not a super organized person #she deserves her romance dreams #03. HEADCANONS — CHISHIYA #03. HEADCANONS — ANN

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shark-myths · 1 year ago

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20 Questions for Fic Writers

Thank you so much for the tag ((and drag)) @carbonbased000! this was very fun and thoughtful to do.

who is writing things right now? i never remember. i will tag a wide and perhaps not terribly relevant range of: @toorational @just-about-nothing @27-royal-teas @leyley09 @alienfuckeronmain @stereostatic @setting-in-a-honeymoon and anyone else so inclined!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

968,103, but as i’ve said before, i have orphaned a lotta fic as well

3. What fandoms do you write for?

pretty much just Fall Out Boy, but i will occasionally dabble in something random! this includes tony stark femslash (not sorry, will not apologize), cobra kai, and anything about girls or characters who could compellingly be made into girls.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

The Difference Between Real Love and the Love on TV

Stranger Danger

Boys Next Door / Assholes

From Russia With Love (this is one of those random sidesteps, a MCU femslash epistolary)

Jet Black Crow

(As an aside, it is so wild to me that older fics have so many more kudos than newer ones—you can really tell that fob went 5 years between albums! imo this is NOT a list of my best fic.)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

for years, I responded to every single one! then at some point i fell behind because of my high standards for trying to put the same thought and effort into my responses as all you lovely people put into the comments, then i became overwhelmed, then i stopped. I AM SO SORRY IF I OWE YOU RETURN COMMENTS, i read them and i treasured them and you are a huge part of the reason i keep writing. love u all!!!

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I only write happy endings, man! I stopped writing tragedies a long time ago. My angstiest fics are red and unafraid of living and In Every Universe. the end of Made One Way (Cobra Kai) is ambiguous and potentially brutal, depending on how you take it.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

um, every single other one! I’m a big fan of the gory fairy tale ending of The Boys Time Can’t Capture, and transmuting the hiatus into an act of mutual care and love in Sell Out Girl meant so much to me.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

not since my first fandom and god, don’t

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

yes, a bit, could probably write a little less about feelings and a little more about feelings if u know what i mean. I’m super into sex as a person so i almost never write about intense romantic connections without bringing smut into it somehow; they feel really tightly linked for me, and i think i also crave media with HOT and INTIMATE connections between queer people. In terms of kind, i guess i’d have to say it’s largely rushed vanilla emotion-and-orgasm driven scenes. not a very flattering oeuvre i've created here.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

mash-ups are my favorite thing to do! I especially like ripping off movie and fairy tale plots and making them stranger, or else taking a really specific constrained timeline from someone’s life or a piece of media and transforming it somehow. best sandbox ever. my craziest one is probably the coyote ugly / beauty in the beast peterick fic, Wolves Dressed As Wolves. and i love this type of transformation in everything, whether it's the weirdo gender shit i just learned duchamp was doing or katherine addison's destructively beautiful 'sherlock holmes except there're ANGELS' novel or the buenos aires re-imagining version of vivaldi's four seasons by piazzolla, my life and taste keeps taking me into the various ways we fold and refract and remake the same experiences over and over again through different lenses or angles or selves. to quote some author whose identity i forgot years ago, though the quote remains: "there are no new stories." all art is iterative, and the most interesting thing we can do as creators is deviate in new, unexpected ways.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

yeah, a million years ago on deviantart

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

yes! I have had a few translations and a podfic. I love it when people want to interact with my stories in their own way, all interpretations are welcome.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

one day i hope to be domesticated enough that @carbonbased000 can write with me. I used to co-write by passing the laptop back and forth with my bestie in high school; we wrote self-insert x-men fanfiction based on the comic books in like 2004 and it was an absolute blast; but generally i am considered impossible to work with, by both myself and others.

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

i feel completely unqualified to answer this question. i have been driven insane by any number of pairings in my life. when i was younger, i was more interested in internalized homophobia themes in ships, because that's where WE were culturally in the early 2000s and where i was in relationship to myself, and i think each change and growth and greater empowerment and self-possession in my own life is mirrored in what i am interested in. i feel the most drawn in by dynamics between people that are creative and give me a new way to access and explore interesting ideas and themes; i’m a real sucker for shared art products and touring bands as unique and agonizing ways to connect people. there are so many different ways to express that someone is your soulmate and you'll never convince me throwing away all trappings of a traditional life in order to rove the earth and make art with your friends isn't one of them.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

do you not just block out your WIPs from your mind so that you can live in moment-to-moment freedom?? I am a finisher in general, i have a few peterick drafts lurking around in my gdocs but if they remain untouched, it’s generally because there are only a couple thousand words to them and i’m not very excited about the possibilities of the fic. there is a sequel to a meticulously historically accurate pirate fic i wrote long ago called Providence, i got to about 30k and then lost all of my extremely painstaking notes and research in a software update. I’m still very interested in and excited by the idea, but i lost the notes and felt too traumatized to continue with the project genuinely a decade ago, so the idea that i will return and finish the fic seems fairly unlikely. Providence is one of my greatest pieces of writing ever, though, so hope springs eternal, i guess!

16. What are your writing strengths?

lyrical prose and conveying humor via unusual sentence construction. i was recently told i write arguments well and feel tough as a result, like, watch out! you don’t want to fight me!

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

i am lazy and easily distractible, i don’t plot in advance, i barely edit because i get really rigid and have trouble seeing any other way to say something than how i’ve already said it, i have an unwillingness to delete and rewrite even when that’s the only way forward (see: my eternally 90% finished age swap peterick au), i use up all my emotional energy elsewhere and then neglect my craft for weeks at a time.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

sometimes i’ll use pet names in another language if it makes sense for the character, but i avoid this in general as i’m not fluent in anything other than english. I would, have, and do sound like a duolingo lesson.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

afi bandom, when we used to call it slash, when i thought i had invented it with my friend at summer camp, when i was 13 and sent her kidfic stories i wrote out by hand in pink envelopes.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

genuinely i almost always write things i personally want to read, so i love them all! except the fucking fixed stars of heaven, everyone knows that fic tortured me to within an inch of my sanity. My most personal and personally meaningful fic is Girl Out Boy. i have a tattoo of it on my arm.

#writing #fic #tags #about me #a humble shark #thank you so much love #this was so fun

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goddessofroyalty · 2 years ago

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Wait wait

Facial features aside, would that mean that Mylo has a rather attractive body type (like maybe something like the equivalent of an hour glass ?)

Like Piltover traditionally prefers more lean builds while Zaun traditionally prefers the sturdier builds for their omegas but Mylo is like in the perfect middle of them? (eg: Lean but not skinny like Jinx and actually has some ass and pecs unlike Viktor/Jinx/Silco?)

Plus, I feel like there could be a phase where the idea for omega beauty standards in Piltover did diverge from lean to curvy amongst the younger generation.

It would definitely be a win for Mylo in this case but, I feel like the remarks made for his facial features would be even meaner or more talked about.

(my poor boy can't catch a break, huh)

If we're continuing the trend of Mylo inheriting stuff from both his parents but in the most awkward way for him he could end up as a pear-shape - his hips filling out but his top half still remaining very slight. But, no, I do think he ends up more hourglassish. Probably not true hourglass (in the 'exact 20cm difference between his waist measurement and his hips and bust' but probably 10-15cm with their being 3cm or so different between his hips and bust).

Basically he isn't like stunning by Zaun or Piltover standards for body type but he's like... safely attractive in both (you know not so attractive to be seen as vain or threatening but attractive enough). He also does grow into his face a bit but I think it's still probably the 'weaker' part of his looks (the very prominent brow especially I think is a big "shame about that" kind of feature when people discuss him). So he always feels like there's something holding him back compared to Viktor and Jinx who are safely 'pretty' at least when they're younger (the sickness does take some of Viktor's beauty in the eyes of Piltover and after he starts dabbling in the Machine Herald stuff he really doesn't care about looking 'pretty' and how he presents himself does reflect that).

So funnily enough thin being the ideal beauty in Piltover I think is actually fairly recent. They still have the more Victorian/Edwardian styles around (although they tend not to be the very Upper Class) and thin being in fashion tends to be the result of high enough economic prosperity that everyone can afford to eat as much as they want if they so wish. I want to say in the last generation or two it came in as the dominant style. So you could absolutely see a swing back even if it was only for like a 10 year period of style.

But yeah even if it did there would still always be the 'shame about his face' thing. But I mean that's his whole family's experience in Piltover generally (for Silco 'shame about the scar'; Viktor 'shame about his illness'; Powder 'shame about her mannerism').

#Zaun Family #Arcane omegaverse #omegaverse #Mylo Arcane #Ramblings of the Goddess #Q and A with the Goddess #Anon question #Arcane

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moveobjectsonblogs · 4 years ago

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Zodiac Challenge

Welcome to the Sims 4 Zodiac Challenge!

This idea came to me in a dream after a month of um-ing and ah-ing over whether or not I should start my very own Sims inspired Youtube Channel.

This is also inspired by the Not So Berry Challenge over on my queen, lilsimsie’s page, since I recently started playing that myself and found myself engaging with aspects of the game I never used to before.

SO, the Zodiac challenge... It’s a legacy challenge inspired by Zodiac traits*, aspirations and careers with a little extra spice to keep the story moving along.

*Please keep in mind that this is not a direct reflection of Zodiac traits, but merely an inspired challenge based on some common information surrounding each sign and a need to make a workable legacy challenge. I love all you little start signs out there equally and I believe we all have some positive influences on society as a whole.

Okay, okay, cut to the chase already. Here are the rules of the challenge:

No excessive money cheats (freerealestate is acceptable, as well as moderate transfer of household fees when a sim moves out)

You have full control over CAS for your sims/partners/children, however traits are to remain according to challenge

The color attached to each generation/sign needs to be visible on all sim outfits as well as in household, but you can decide to what degree

You can create looks inspired by the signs, but again, you can decide to what degree

Make it your own! Where a generation requires pack-specific traits, aspirations, careers etc which you do not own, please substitute and come up with your own unique spin on it!

If a skill, aspiration, or career is listed, the expectation is to MAX IT OUT!

Please tag me! I want to see your videos, characters and creations on this

Generation 1 - Aries / Red - The Go-Getter

You start out as a runaway teen, trying to make it in the Big City. You believe you have what it takes to be the next National Leader, and the City is the place to be! You have a quick temper and a fiery personality, so in order to appear calm in the public eye (everyone wants a piece of you!) you need to practice Wellness every day. You don’t have time for marriage, but your PR Manager advised you it would look good for your political career to adopt!

Traits

Hot Headed

Self-Assured

Ambitious

Aspiration

Leader Of The Pack

Career

Politician (Politician branch to become National Leader)

Skills

Charisma

Wellness

Additional Requirements

Reach Level 3 Fame

Must have no biological children, only adopt

Don’t have a good relationship with child/ren

Never marry

Never retire

Generation 2 - Taurus / Dark Green - The Loving Nurturer

All your life you tried to get the approval of your always-too-busy presidential parent. You were pawned off to day-care, baby-sitters and after-school activities to fill your time and never knew what a parental figure or family time was. You were told to always appear perfect in terms of good grades, a good university degree and a stable career but in your heart all you ever wanted was love! You spend quality time with your children and your greatest pleasure is helping them grow and succeed in life. You believe in taking the time to grow your own produce in order to eat only the healthiest food and other sims would describe you as ~earthy~.

Traits

Foodie

Family Oriented

Romantic

Aspiration

Big Happy Family

Career

Freelancer (any branch you want)

Skills

Parenting

Gardening

Additional Requirements

Marry your High School/University sweetheart

Have minimum 3 children

Work part time in order to help children with meals & homework everyday

Generation 3 - Gemini / Yellow - The Open-Minded Adventurer

You loved your cozy (some would say sheltered) and unconventional upbringing with your earthy parent and many siblings; however, you want to see the world and all it has to offer for yourself! You love people, creativity and being busy and you want to see it all, try it all and be it all. Thanks to your loving mom, you were always made to believe you can be whatever you want in this world. You can never sit still. Due to that, you have many different careers, many different worlds you live in and many different lovers...You’ll try anything once!

Traits

Outgoing

Adventurous

Creative

Aspiration

Renaissance Sim

Career

Any 3 (as per Aspiration)

Skills

Flower Arranging

Video Gaming

Fitness

Additional Requirements

Have a love child before marriage

Have 3 failed romances before marriage

Move to 3 different worlds in lifetime

Generation 4 - Cancer / Grey - The Intuitive Gossip

You want a nice and normal life, no surprises, everything as it should be and in the right order. You want to settle down, and live an uneventful life. But when do plans ever work out like that? You earn a university degree in something sensible, and you follow that route with determination; however, you’ve always been described as psychic by those who know you, and you always have the dirt on the town folk. Finally, late in your life you understand that this ability can bring in some serious cash. You switch to the social media career and always work from home to protect your identity from those who’s secrets you spill. Who would ever suspect you, the nerdy Brainiac who barely speaks up? xoxo, Sims Girl

Traits

Neat

Unflirty

Materialistic

Aspiration

Academic

Career

Initially something connected to Degree, but switch to Social Media (Internet Personality Branch) in late Adult Life Stage

Skills

Logic

Writing

Media Production

Additional Requirements

Attend university (Business or History degree)

Change careers when in Adult life stage to Social Media Career

Always work from home

Marry for convenience and not love (not attracted to partner)

Have no relationship with child/ren

Generation 5 - Leo / Gold - The Romantic Star

Your life growing up was boring. Your mom and dad were the least romantic people ever and everything was cookie-cutter perfect (and devoid of any emotion) growing up. So, from a young age, you throw yourself into movies and get lost in the romantic, passionate and fairy tale aesthetic of it all! You move to Del Sol Valley straight after high school to try and make it as a big star and start your own fairy tale! But it turns out not all fairy tales are perfect, and you have to kiss a few frogs to find your prince/ss!

Traits

Cheerful

Self Absorbed

Romantic

Aspiration

World Famous Celebrity

Career

Actor/Actress

Skills

Acting

Singing

Additional Requirements

Move to Del Sol Valley straight after high school with very little money (10K max)

Cheat on 2 different partners

Date both genders

Generation 6 - Virgo / Beige - The Critical Perfectionist

Owing to your famous parent, you always attended red carpet events with the best food imaginable. Let’s face it, you always thought your taste was just a touch above everyone else. And when you’re good at something never do it for free! Your dream is to criticize others and earn a pay check for it.For you, life is about experiences, perfection and having something to show for it in the bank account. You want to wear and eat the finest things!

Traits

Perfectionist

Genius

Snob

Aspiration

Fabulously Wealthy

Career

Critic (Food)

Skills

Gourmet Cooking

Mixology

Additional Requirements

Marry a famous sim or a sim at the top of their career

Have a house worth over 100K

Have 1 child

Generation 7 - Libra / Pink - The Classy Advocate

You grew up in a very classy home, with only the finest things. You believe in the value of beautiful art, intellectual discussions and physical beauty. From behind the thick, gilded window panes in your childhood mansion, you always witness the injustices of the world and felt a calling to help those without a voice.

Traits

Materialistic

Art Lover

Outgoing

Aspiration

Party Animal

Career

Law (Any Branch)

Skills

Charisma

Violin

Additional Requirements

Attend university, join the debate guild

Marry a sim you find extremely attractive

Volunteer weekly

Own art pieces worth over 20K

Generation 8 - Scorpio / Black - The Beautiful Empath

You’re a sweetheart deep down and you find beauty in all things physical. Where your parents saw beauty in materialistic things, you see beauty in yourself and others. You always dreamed of perfecting your own body as a testament to your intense passion towards your goals. You meet a beautiful partner along the way and together, you create a perfect image of love, beauty and emotional intensity.

Traits

Jealous

Active

Romantic

Aspiration

Soulmate

Career

Athlete (Bodybuilder career)

Skills

Fitness

Mischief

Additional Requirements

Marry a sim seen as extremely attractive

Have 1 child minimum and encourage active side (from toddler to teenager)

Go on a date night with your partner every weekend

Generation 9 - Sagittarius / Purple - The Traveling Spy

You’re fun to be around and can never sit still. You’ve used this to your advantage to lure people into trusting you, and you have friends all over the world! Little do they know, you’re a secret agent with some top-tier missions to accomplish. Your passion for love and romance means you have a few slip ups and made some (unexpectedly great) mistakes along the way. You can’t ever be tied down. Keep it moving, blend in with the locals and you’ll never get caught!

Traits

Non-Committal

Adventurous

Cheerful

Aspiration

Serial Romantic

Career

Secret Agent (Any Branch)

Skills

Comedy

Photography

Additional Requirements

Live in Mt. Komorebi and Sulani in lifetime – dabble in local culture and activities

Have children from both of the above worlds with one of the locals

Never marry

Generation 10 - Capricorn / Brown - The Idealistic Pragmatist

You’re smart – scary smart. You are a quiet, intelligent soul and you love to lose yourself in the mountains when life gets overwhelming. You approach life with military intelligence, routine and perfection and never thought you could meet someone who cracked through your tough exterior. When you do meet them, you marry them after the first few dates and start your family. Your partner adores you and your family and quits their career to take care of the large brood of kids and animals in your rustic, outdoorsy home.

Traits

Loner

Genius

Loves the Outdoors

Aspiration

Extreme Sports Enthusiast

Career

Military

Skills

Pet Training

Logic

Additional Requirements

Marry a spouse after a maximum of 3 dates

Have spouse quit job to raise children

Have 4 children minimum

Go Climbing/Hiking or do Snow Sports every weekend

Generation 11 - Aquarius / Blue - The Outspoken Activist

You grew up with nature and animals taking preference over technology and humans. Therefore, you are sickened by the state of the world that humans have created and you decide to pursue a green future. You are all for eco living, off the grid lifestyle and conserving the environment for generations to come.

Traits

Vegetarian

Green Fiend

Creative

Aspiration

Eco Innovator

Career

Civil Designer (Green Technician)

Skills

Fabrication

Logic

Additional Requirements

Live in Evergreen Harbor (all 3 neighborhoods) and convert all to Green Eco Footprint

Live off the grid at least once

Adopt children and animals until household limit of 8 is reached

Generation 12 - Pisces / Light Green - The Creative Overthinker

You’re a dreamer and you want to heal everyone. Due to your parent’s ideals growing up, you want to make a difference... but you also want to create art and move souls. You tend to internalize your dreams and fears and as a result often feel misunderstood. You move around as a doctor trying to heal the world and as a result, love is last on the list of accomplishments.

Traits

Creative

Gloomy

Loner

Aspiration

Painter Extraordinaire

Career

Doctor

Skills

Painting

Baking

Additional Requirements

Have no friends apart from future spouse

Gain fame through paintings

Marry for the first time as an elder

Never have children

Live in all worlds through lifetime

#sims4 #sims 4 legacy #sims4 challenge #zodiac challenge #ts4 legacy #aries #taurus #gemini #cancer #leo #virgo #libra #scorpio #sagittarius #capricorn #aquarius #pisces #lilsimsie

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eeliasm · 3 years ago

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ELIAS MILTON has been accepted to participate ! they are a 23 year old all the way from CALIFORNIA. HE is currently studying COMPUTER SCIENCE at the interchange.

tw: SA, substance use

elias june milton spent the first 10 years of his life in foster care. he was adopted at 10 by a family who seemed like they’d be a loving fit at first, but quickly proved to be the opposite

no one ever suspected the sexual abuse elias endured from his father, not even his mother. as the oldest of his adoptive siblings, all he could hope was that he was the only one it was happening to and they wouldn’t have to go through the same thing he did

by the time he was 18, he’d begun dabbling in too many recreational substances to count. he coped in waves of highs and inviting different people into his bed. the abuse from his father had stopped at 14, but the trauma and inability to protect his siblings for certain remained

after a big blowout fight with his dad, elias knew it was time to leave or life was going to get worse for his little sisters. at 23, he applied to the interchange program on a whim with barely a high school diploma. getting in was a huge surprise to him, but he tried to look at it as a chance to eventually get his sisters away from home

as he has always had a love for technology and computers, he chose computer science as his major in hopes that it would keep him interested

elias is a man of many personalities. he is sarcastic, spiteful, and sometimes downright mean. however, if you were to make it onto his rare good side, he could be the greatest friend there was to have. seemingly, his only soft spot is his two younger sisters

elias still enjoys many of the things that are bad for him. illicit substances, sleeping with people he barely knows, and picking fights when there should be none

wanted connections: close friend enemies hook ups friend with benefits trouble makers together anything else you can think of!!

#elias: intro #message me for plots!!#also i feel like this is a good time to mention i prefer to not write smut so lyk ahead of time if u want one of those connections :)

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mamomare · 3 years ago

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Legacy Challenge - Gen #3

Heir: Kaila Partner: Amos Children: Sarah-Jane, Demi and Gunnar

Unfortunately for our large family of five, both Yukio and Peppino died relatively young, leaving all five teenagers to fend for themselves. Luckily, it was close to Elliot’s 18th birthday and he took over guardianship of his brothers and sisters. It became clear that they had outgrown their shared bunks, and a new family home was finally constructed, including individual space for each sibling. However, when they were all finally young adults, the boys moved together to Henford-on-Bagley and Macy found herself a small apartment to rent in Evergreen Harbour. Leaving only Kaila on their ancestral land in Del Sol Valley. Growing up angsty and listless, Kaila finally found herself when she journeyed to the Magical Realm and became a spellcaster. She specialised in potions, but dabbled on the side with practical magic. Despite wearing all-black, Kaila was a hard-working responsible adult who enjoyed spending time in nature. To assist in her potion making, she entered the gardening career as a florist and could often be found in the Sylvan glade hunting for frogs.

While in school, Kaila had multiple possible suitors, dating some, but never really finding the right one. She kept being invited to duel with Amos, and although she enjoyed their rivalry as a teen, she never pursued it. However, it wasn’t until later, after building up her career and skills as a witch, that she finally decided to give Amos a go. The attraction was electric and soon after their wedding, they welcomed their first child, Sarah-Jane. Sarah-Jane, although romantic, was extremely pragmatic and logically minded. Once her mind was set, she was dogged in achieving her goals. Next came Demi, a purple haired innocent girl who loved her mother with all her heart... oh, how things would change. Finally, came Gunnar, who followed in his grandfather’s passion for music and played the violin from an early age.

Unfortunately, tragedy struck the family early. Poor Amos was electrocuted whilst repairing a wind turbine on the property, leaving Kaila to manage everything on her own. She was constantly busy, trying to maintain her flower garden in her greenhouse to advance in career, whilst simultaneously practicing her potions making in a secret basement lair hidden under the family cemetery. She did her best as a single mum, but there was one child in particular who suffered... Demi. Demi worked tirelessly at school to get amazing grades and was constantly doing chores around the house to try garner praise from her mum. Who got all that praise? Sarah-Jane. Despite this, Demi never became angry with Sarah-Jane and the girls grew up super close, despite being very different. However, the resentment towards her mother grew in Demi and as she finally aged up to a young adult, she became evil.

Sarah-Jane was the first one to move out. Whilst in the pursuit of answers to the Strangerville mystery, she met townie Samantha Tanaka. After their marriage, Sarah-Jane joined the science career and moved permanently to Strangerville. Not able to stand it in the house with her mother, Demi was soon to follow, marrying Haven and moving to the spooky neighbourhood of Forgotten Hollow... a premonition for things to come, perhaps?

That left Kaila with her last child, Gunnar. Kaila still loved Amos with all of her heart, but before her death had finally begun a relationship with an old flame and enjoyed her remaining time swimming laps in her pool or tending to her garden. ---

Honestly, I wasn’t that excited at the start to play with this Gen, especially since I had only started actively play with Kaila as a teen. I had to do a complete 180 in my mind, because my original heir was supposed to be Macy. However, the heir is supposed to be eldest child of the opposite gender, so when I realised Kaila existed, I had to go with it. But I’m beyond glad I did, because this was by far the most fun I’ve had since I started the challenge. I loved the storylines that came out and it forced me to play in a lot of new ways. I had so many ambitious plans with Kaila, I actually really wanted her to master potions and floristry and open up a retail store where she sold her potions and flowers... but these skills TOOK SO LONG TO MASTER. Getting to level 10 in the florist career was a nightmare and the potions thing took just as long!! Not to mention I spent her entire lifetime breeding frogs... in the end I think I actually just got all of them Sylvan Glade and all my elaborate research and breeding plans were a waste of time. This was also the first time I tried to make my own house completely from scratch. It was hard to find a house for the siblings on the gallery, so I had to make my own. I really liked the interior and the yard was quite nice, but the outside was a mess.

I absolutely LOVED Demi and it was devastating that I had to move her out and choose Gunnar as the heir, but I’ve been playing with strict equality rules, so only a sim of the opposite gender can be the heir. Gunnar is sweet, but a bit bland.... I miss Demi and Sarah-Jane, they were so bad ass. :(

#thesims4 #the sims 4 #ts4 #ts4 story #ts4 gameplay #the sims 4 game play #the sims 4 gameplay #sims 4 story #legacy challenge #legacychallenge #goth sims #witch sims #sims 4 realm of magic #sims 4 challenge #generation3 #gen3 #lgbt sims

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hains-mae · 4 years ago

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Flowers - Pt. 5 (The End)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5 (The End)

(Damian x Reader) Soulmate AU

The Flowers: @call-me-prodigy @annoylinglyaries @zphilophobiaz @comic-brew @biglilwing @awkwardspontaneity @lozzybowe @mariiecapo @distressedearie @diyosku @dracoaereum @thesuitelifeofafangirl @chims-kookies @blade-xingston @danicalifxrnia

Rating: T

Ages: Damian and you are 16, everyone’s ages follow after.

Summary: Soulmate AU where the wounds on your soulmate turns into a flower tattoo on your skin, if it heals with no scars the tattoo goes away, if it heals with a scar then the tattoo stays.

Notes: Wow that was a fun ride. But every story comes to an end, I hope you guys enjoy the final chapter! And thank you everyone who has taken their time to like, comment, and reblog. I appreciate it a lot <3

Disclaimer: I do not own DC. If I did, I wouldn’t make it as confusing as it is now.

Robin visited every other night after that. It was surreal to have a hero that you’ve so long admired become your frequent visitor. Then again, nothing seemed normal anymore.

“It’s past the convention week. How do you keep coming here?” I asked curiously one night.

Robin gave me a lopsided grin and tapped the side of his nose. “I have my ways.”

After Mom’s week long leave was up she begrudgingly had to go back to work. The hospital assured her that I was healing fairly well, and that I would be transferred to Gotham Hospital the following weekend.

I was never really lonely though. Besides the friendly staff, my midnight visitor always came right on time. I wondered why he would take the time. Maybe it was to get to know me better? Perhaps my speech that night managed to get through to him. I had hoped it was both.

If I was being honest though, I was a little more than glad he did. I had meant it when I told the boy that I found him intriguing. He was a tough nut to crack though. I couldn’t blame him.

During the day when I would shower, I’d trace the flowers across my frame and wonder just how much he had gone through.

Soul marks start to appear at 10 years of age. You could imagine the shock (and worry) my parents had gone through when they found me one day absolutely covered in flowers.

From a young age I would hide them. Always wearing my sleeves till my palms, my neck constantly covered with either my jacket, scarf or high placed collars. It wasn’t that I was ashamed, but Gotham liked to talk – and when you’re the subject of attention, then you’re an easy target for criminals.

As I got older, the marks around my neck forearms slowly faded. I had worried about my soul mate and their well-being. Now that I understood everything, it was a different type of worry all together. The kind that would sit at the pit of your stomach and tie knots, heavy enough to keep you on edge.

My T.V in the hospital room was always on the same channel, Gotham News. Every battle would have my heart clenching as the camera’s desperately tried to follow the fight. Most of the time’s they wouldn’t be able to capture the end, and I’d be left holding my breath.

That’s one other reason I looked forward to our nightly visits. I could relax knowing he was alright.

I still wasn’t sure what I felt for this enigma of a person. But I knew that I wanted to get closer.

“I have an idea.” Robin said one evening. There was a glint his eye, the mask was off since my mom wasn’t around anymore. “And it’s got something to do with your invention.”

I arched a brow. “The bullets are complete but I still have yet to finalize the counter measures.”

He nodded understandingly. “Counter affect can wait. We don’t want to encase anyone in rock at the moment, but I’m putting it out there since you wanted to help.”

Intrigued, I urged him to continue.

Damian was quite brilliant in his own way. After much thought and planning, we had about 3 more types of chemically enhanced concoctions laid out. All of which were to go through Batman before beginning the experimentation process. He has assured me that I would be leading the research team for that under Wayne Ent.

I couldn’t wait to get out of the hospital.

“Do you like sweets?” He asked randomly.

Arching a brow I studied him. He was slouched on the couch with his leg dangling on one side and a book in his hands.

Charles Dickens.

“Yes.” I said, noting his obvious attempt to look natural. “Do you?”

“On occasion.” The boy shifted a shoulder to mimic a shrug.

The very next visit he had a black bag slung across his shoulder. His face gave nothing away but from the times I’ve spent with him, I realised it was his eyes that did most of the talking.

“Whatcha got over there?” I asked curiously, scooting closer to him at the edge of the bed.

“Patience.” He said and pulled up the make shift table that was attached to the side of my bed. Placing a medium sized box on top, he carefully undid the lid and opened it. “I present to you, baklavas.”

In the dim light I saw that they were flaky, almost like a croissant. There were some with a mix of nuts, from pistachios to almonds. Others were plain but still looked heavenly. They gleamed with a moistness, as if coated with a syrupy substance. I picked one up and popped it into my mouth.

It burst with flavour and dissolved much too fast. I squeaked at the exotic taste.

“Oh my gosh these are so good.” I said, licking my thumb.

Robin looked pleased.

“You should have one.” I pushed the box towards him but he shook his head.

“They’re yours.” He said.

“Nonsense. Food always taste better when shared.” I picked another one up intending to eat it.

“If you insist.”

I had barely managed to register the wicked glint in his eye before he took hold of my wrist and brought my hand that was holding the sweet close to his mouth. He took it carefully from me in one easy motion and lightly licked my finger.

“You’re right. It does taste better when shared.”

I felt the burn on my cheeks and ears before I heard the warning blare of the heart monitor. Immediately, Robin slipped behind the couch just as the nurses for the nightshift burst into my room in a panic. They fussed over me as I repeatedly tried to tell them I was alright. My heart finally calmed and once they left, Robin got up covering his mouth. He was trying to keep himself from laughing.

-x-x-x-

The weekend came much faster than I had anticipated. When the doctors checked on my progress, they gave the thumbs up for me to be transferred to Gotham’s hospital. Mom was relieved, and wouldn’t stop fussing over me when we got there. I let it be though, thinking it was more for her own peace of mind than mine.

After that it was a short two weeks before I was fully discharged.

Robins visits never wavered though. If anything, he had stayed for longer periods of time. I got to know the boy under the mask more than I had hoped for and opened up in return more than I had intended.

I found out his brothers were vigilantes too. He pointed them all out one evening with a family picture he’d secretly stashed in his wallet. They were a “thorn” to his side — as he had so eloquently described, but I could see just how much he loved them. That was another thing I learnt about him, his speech patterns were very posh. He liked to use formal names and slang was not completely in his vocabulary. I asked him about that one time, to which he only replied “another time”. It was probably a touchy subject, where he exactly grew up.

His favourite colour was green, and his adoration for animals was as deep as black hole. It was crazy how perfect my mind painted him to be, and the more I knew, the harder it was to ignore the feelings growing inside me.

He enjoys reading, but would gladly spend the day locked in his room with his tablet and pen drawing the day away. He is good both in traditional and digital art, and sometimes dabbles in graphic design when he feels like it. He prefers his tea without any additives, but would not hesitate to pour bucket loads of milk and sugar in his coffee during the rare moments he drinks it.

I could list everything down but it would just solidify my attraction to him, and honestly I doubt this was he needed right now. Juggling a double life sounded a lot more stressful than he showed it to be. He hardly ever talked about it but from the amount of flowers blooming on me, it was difficult to see it any other way but exhausting. He’d kick butt at night, get hurt, then go to school the very next day like nothing happened.

He arrived one evening like he normally did and I had rushed up to pull off his glove. I felt a sting earlier and found a Sakura branch littered with pink flowers. I was right, his arm was soaked in red, and the gash looked bad.

“It’s just a scratch.” He promised me.

I didn’t reply. Taking him straight to the bathroom, I rinsed out the remaining blood and addressed the wound. After bandaging him up I finally looked into his eyes and showed him just how worried I was.

That evening we sat next to each other, with our fingers intertwined and his thumb randomly brushing against my knuckles.

-x-x-x-

Finally I was able to return home. Being able to lie down on my own bed, inside my own house, I could let loose and properly relax. I threw myself onto the soft comforters that smelled like fabric softener and smiled to myself.

Home sweet home.

But not for long, I reminded myself that this evening I would be dining with the Wayne’s. Swallowing hard, I hurried my face onto the pillows. I can’t mess this up, not after everything they’ve done for me.

Damian’s smirking face suddenly came to mind, and all his welcomed visits. It made my stomach grow warm. Remembering us sharing the sweets he gifted – soft lips against my fingers.

I groaned into the pillow, the room was getting a little hot. Getting up gingerly, as to not aggravate the newly healed stitches, I manoeuvred my way to the window and pushed it open. The cold evening air felt good against my heated skin. I sighed in content.

If I were being honest, I didn’t know what exactly was happening between us. I didn’t know if I wanted anything to happen between us. Wouldn’t it be weird, considering that I’d be interning for his dad in just a couple of months. Possibly work there if my luck doesn’t run out first. Not to mention WHO he was.

You’re just a normal girl, I chided myself. Not someone important enough to stand beside such a prestigious boy and his ridiculously wealthy family.

But even then – I found myself wondering. Seeking. Imagining… What if we were to become something more? What if it works? What if we fall in –

“Y/n!” Mom’s voice broke through my reverie, waking me up from the needless train of thought.

Closing my window, I poked my head out the door and found her putting on a bracelet.

“Are you ready? The cab is nearly here.” She asked.

I nodded and took a step closer to her. Looking quickly at the vanity mirror in the hallway, I gave myself a once over to make sure everything was in place. I had on a slightly fitting turtle neck sweater, paired with a high waisted pleated skirt and dark stockings. On my feet I sported on my boots. It was safe to assume no one would be able to see my soul marks.

My mom grabbed her purse and headed downstairs. I followed close behind her, handing her her coat before locking up the front door.

The cab driver arrived a few minutes in, and we drove off straight to Wayne Manor.

“This is exciting isn’t it?” She said to me with a lift in her voice, as she exited the cab to get the gates opened.

Once we could enter, we were greeted with a very large land that was pristinely kept. The grass was cut evenly, and the trees lining the estate were trimmed to perfection. Bushes were perfectly shaped into different animals, and flowers systematically grown to create swirls and shapes beside the road. A big fountain was situated just in front of the mansion while a man in a black suit waited beside the opened doors.

We exited the cab after paying and did our best to take it all in without looking like fishes out of water.

“Ah, Mrs. & Ms. Y/l/n.” It was the man who I saw pick up Damian that one night in Metropolis appeared. I also remembered him in the family photograph. His accent was thickly laced with British poise. “My name is Alfred Pennyworth, I shall be you’re attendant for the evening.”

“Thank you.” Mom was quick to compose herself.

As soon as I entered the house I felt my breath stolen away. It was huge. Everything looked so new and polished.

I barely registered my mom and Alfred chatting away as he led her to the dining hall.

“I know what you’re thinking.”

I nearly jumped at the voice that startled me. Whipping my head around, I found Jason standing with his hands in his pockets.

“I remember my first time coming in here. Completely floored.” He chucked.

I waved a small greeting. “Everything looks so –“

“Expensive? Exorbitant? Grand?” He tried to guess.

“Beautiful.” I breathed out.

He laughed. “Not what I expected. But you’re full of surprises aren’t you.”

I blushed. “Ah, I’m not sure about that. I’m just me.”

“Hey, no stealing our guest before dinner.” Dick walked down the stair case with Tim beside him.

“Feeling better Y/n?” Tim asked as we grouped just below the stairs.

“Yeah, thank you.” I answered, suddenly feeling flustered as they surrounded me.

Stay calm.

“Don’t be nervous.” Dick said with an air of comfort.

I wanted to ask what made him think so, but he answered before I even began to articulate the words.

“You’re fidgeting like a college student during a thesis debate.” He said simply.

“You’re… very good at reading people.” I arched a brow at him.

“One of my many amazing abilities” He winked.

Jason let out an air of playful frustration and pulled Dick aside. “And now you’re stealing her. Can’t hold a normal conversation can you Dickie, always a flirt.”

“First of all – do I need to remind you who mostly does all the talking during dad’s parties. And second of all – I am not a flirt. I can’t help it if I’m charming.” Dick mocked a suave look and shot it as his brother.

Jason looked like he was about to gag and Tim was less than pleased. I laughed at their antics.

“What’s funny?” Damian appeared beside me. I jumped and held a hand to my racing heart.

“Jeez, do all of you have a talent for sneaking up on people?” I wheezed out, trying to gather my bearings.

They all grinned at me without answering.

Robins, my inner muse whispered. I brushed off the thought as quick as it had come.

We had made it to the dining area just in time for Alfred to begin serving the meals. My mother was already chatting up a storm with Mr. Wayne. A wine glass in hand and a slight tint to her cheeks. She looked happy.

I began walking towards the seat beside my mother when Damian pulled out the chair like a gentleman. I bit the inside of my cheek and mumbled a thank you.

He took the space beside me and the rest of his brothers seated themselves opposite us.

As we opened our plates for dinner, I was amazed to see how well it was presented. Mr. Pennyworth continued to serves other dishes, and once he was done he left the room.

The food tasted just as good as it looked.

Easy conversation wafted around us, the usual topics of school, and future plans. Mr. Wayne brought up the internship which I nearly gushed over due to my excitement. Damian held back a laugh with a cough when he noticed my little slip up before I composed myself again. I bumped his knee under the table and playfully glared at him. He smirked and bumped me back.

“My compliments to the chef Mr. Wayne.” Mom said.

“I’ll be sure to tell him.” He smiled through a glass of wine. How many glasses in were they at this point? Damian and I were the only ones who weren’t allowed so both our glasses were filled with water and juice.

“And, please,” Mr. Wayne continued. “Call me Bruce.”

“Hey, we should give the women a tour.” Dick suggested. “I’m sure you’ll both love it.”

Jason and Tim had excused themselves, and I had an inkling as to what they were up to. Patrols were a common thing, as Damian told me.

And so with Dick and Bruce leading, my mother and I followed as they showed off the grandness of the manor.

I couldn’t help but be awestruck all over again. The library was huge. Their shelves towered from ceiling to floor, and filled with all kinds of books. From novels to more informative documents. I recognised a couple of titles from the times Damian spent the night reading.

The sunroom was next. The glass was near invisible. I took in the sight of the gorgeous garden just beyond the panels, being able to outline a gazebo at the far end with flowers twisting around its pillars. I unconsciously touched my stomach where the stitches were, randomly pondering what kind of flower had bloomed from such a brutal wound.

“Are you okay?” Damian was beside me immediately and his hand supported my elbow. His voice was laced with concern.

“Oh.” I realised what he was talking about and pulled my hand down. “I’m okay, just a little tired.”

“Honey?” My mom’s face pinched in concern. “Is it hurting again?”

“I just need to rest Mom, I’m fine.” I assured her. “You should continue, I’ll just sit here for a bit.”

Mom was hesitant but there wasn’t much she could do, and she knew it. So they moved on, but not without Mr. Wayne asking for some painkillers to be brought to me.

After taking the medicine, I thanked ‘Alfred’ (as he had asked me to call him) before he left.

Damian was sitting on the arm rest of the couch. My hand was in his and he rubbed random circles around my knuckles. His brows were furrowed, and his features were set in a deep scowl. I could practically feel the guilt and worry radiating off of him.

“I have to be honest, I thought I’d see more animals around.” I said, trying to lighten up the mood.

“Father asked me to keep Titus in my room for the time-being, he didn’t know how you two would react to a Great Dane, or vice-versa.” The boy said simply.

“Great Dane?” I asked flabbergasted.

The corner of Damian’s lips turned upwards. “When you feel better I’ll introduce you.”

“It’s a date.” I answered before thinking. All at once I realised what I said and felt my cheeks burn. “Ah – I mean, not date. If you aren’t comfortable with that, people just use the word date as a meeting time or –“

“It’s a date.” He brought my fingers up and ghosted his lips over them. I had to hold my breath fearing that my heart would stop.

I was momentarily stunned by his forwardness and calm. Looking away I managed to slow down my heart rate to a regular beat.

“I still need to guess the rest right?” I asked coyly.

He gestured for me to continue.

“Let’s see.” I rested my head on the couch and closed my eyes to recall our conversation back in the ball room. “We’ve got a dog, a cat.”

“Mhm.” Damian nodded, moving from the arm rest to the empty space next to me.

My brain brought up an old song from the Princess and the Frog, when they had to ‘Dig a Little Deeper’.

A dog, a pig, a cow, a goat – the lyrics were sung in my subconscious before I could stop it.

“A cow.” I guessed.

Damian’s eyes grew a little wide, before a grin made its way to his lips. “Yes.”

“What seriously?” I giggled. “You actually have a cow?”

“Bat-Cow.” He chuckled. “I was a child, and that was the first name to come up.”

I was full on laughing now. “I cannot wait to meet them. But that was seriously a random guess, now I feel like my confidence is dwindling.”

“Then how about you wait till you see them?” He suggested.

I bit my lip and shifted in my seat, our knees brushed and I felt that warmth spread across my chest. We’re close. A little too close.

When I looked at him I found he was staring at the garden outside. I didn’t mean to be rude, but I couldn’t take my eyes off him. There was something about this boy that just drew me closer, making me want more. I traced the little moles across his cheek and wondered when I had let this magnetic pull take over me.

“Take a picture. It’ll last longer.” Damian commented. His intense green eyes bore into mine as he threw a deviously charming smirk my way.

I blushed and looked away, suddenly finding my shoes a lot more interesting than it was. “Sorry, I was just thinking.”

He turned towards me. And I made the mistake of facing him again, because now our faces were just mere inches apart.

I found myself gazing at his beautiful green eyes that contrasted so well with his tanned olive skin. There were so many different shades of green looping and mixing with one another, it felt like a maze – one that I would willingly get lost in.

My fingers rested in the spaces between his, and I marvelled at how everything in that moment felt right.

I tilted towards him, and he did the same towards me.

“What are we doing?” I whispered, stealing a glance at his lips.

Heart pounding.

Blood racing.

It left me dizzy.

“I’m… not sure.” Damian replied, his tone low. “But if you asked me to kiss you, I would.”

His thumb grazed the inside of my wrist with a feather-light touch and I burst into flames.

“Kiss me.”

And he did.

-THE END-

#My Fan Fiction #Damian Wayne x Reader #DC comics #dc universe #Soulmate AU #Batman #batboys x reader #Nightwing #Red Hood #Red Robin #Robin #Bruce Wayne #Dick Grayson #Jason Todd #Tim Drake #Damian Wayne #Flowers AU

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ohmygillygoshoppler · 4 years ago

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A little snippet of a larger story im working on for my homies on discord. One of our prompts for this month gave me a little bit of inspiration, so I just started writing.

This takes place during the scene where all of the kids get together and play a good wholesome game of hide-and-seek. :)

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"1... 2... 3... 4..."

The brotherhood boys and the X-kids all made a run for it as Callista started counting. A game of hide-and-seek, from the Brotherhood Boarding House, to Xavier's institute. About a mile walk, fifteen or twenty minutes away. The objective is for everyone from their respective teams to make it to the institute without getting caught. If Callie caught you, you were out. The team with the most members left would be the victors. The Brotherhood boys were all more than eager to play a scary game, but it was Xavier's bunch that needed some convincing.

So Dominik, Pietro, Fred, Tabitha, and Todd faced off against Scott, Evan, Kitty, Kurt and Jean. Callie was it. It was almost 10 o'clock at night. The perfect conditions for hide-and-seek.

Todd didn't pay much attention to where his boys had run off to, but he noticed Kitty and Dominik making a run for the school together. Toad was thankful he had decided to take the long way home from school today, otherwise he wouldn't have found- the perfect hiding spot.

Todd bounded over the fence and landed in an overgrown backyard with a filthy swimming pool turned green from disuse. It was haphazardly covered with a blue tarp covered in rotting leaves. He spotted it earlier when he, Cal and Kurt rode down to their favorite food hangout. This was a pretty snobbish neighborhood, but he could already tell that nobody had been there for a few weeks. He'd be safe here.

This is not my idea of a good fun game of hide-and-seek, Todd thought to himself as he slipped his shirt off and slinked into the pool. Callie not only moved where she wasn't supposed to, while they weren't looking, but was coming for them specifically. It was almost a nightmare scenario. He wondered where the others decided to hide.

Todd was trapped in a single spot, the filthy pool in someone's abandoned summer house. He gulped down a deep breath and submerged, the bottom of this pool covered in algae; thick, slimy and slick to the touch. The shapes and shadows of things up above darkened the spot in the pool where he was hiding, but there was no way she'd guess he was in there; nobody really had any idea.

He couldn't breathe underwater, but he could hold his breath for a long time. When he first discovered he was pretty good at staying under, he tracked his time on a stopwatch, but he hasn't been to the lake in a while. His longest time was about twelve minutes. He wondered if she would hear hi if he came if for air? The thought frightened him.

Dominik initiated this horrifying game, and now they all had to survive it. A lot of variables affected his way of making it through this, but one thing was for sure, he was loud when he was trying to be quiet. It's kind of flipping the switch of hide and seek. In addition to listening out for the once again minuscule sounds that allude to the nearby mutant, he had to do tasks like coming up for air- the least noisiest task- and keep the tarp on the pool from falling inside. Those sounds attracted her and made it more difficult to hear the sounds he was looking for underwater, and even worse, there was no real way to get out. She would hear him running around squishing with water. He suddenly regret his decision in its entirety.

At least the quiet gave him some time to think. He thought about the first thing that came into his mind; what he was up against.

Callista's mutation capitalized on a broad discomfort with things that fell into the uncanny valley; things that are too humanoid to be something fake, but moved to spastically or mechanically for something to pass as living. Similar to how she fits into the visual uncanny valley, the sounds she makes fit into the audio uncanny valley, where they're definitely closer to language than any other sound in her Library of Noises, but they're too distorted for anyone to recognize who made the words or what they mean. She dabbled in both unfortunate arts. She litters these sounds throughout the entirety of the space she controls, from quick flickering hallucinations to phone rings that sound a little too much like a real phone. Her laughter also counted as a vaguely vocal sound, as it sounded like a demented version of a child laughing.

These are some of the ways Callista flavored her games to make less complex scenarios more stressful. Todd had a sinking feeling that this was only the tip of the iceberg when it came to her scary games. Perhaps this was Callista's way of establishing herself as the Top Dog.

But since this was a game, there was a condition; something had to be sacrificed to allow them the chance to think under pressure and win the game. At least she gave them all a fighting chance, telling them all he needed to know about visual signals and audio clues.

"Don't stop. Don't make any noise. Don't let me catch you." He remembered that warning as he peered up at the water's surface. He thought he heard something.

While it was never silent out here, it was remarkably more quiet the rest of the house. There's a dog somewhere, and it's howling. There's some car horns blaring in the distance, and the sound he was told to listen for: clicking.

Yes, if he heard clicking when checking the area, he was to hide to stop her from getting him right there. But her clicks were quiet. The sound that indicated she was in the area rose only a little above the ambient noise of the space, and so he had to parce sounds very carefully. His ear was searching for small differences in volume, which made any change in volume even more intense. That's only when he was checking above the water. In other parts of the yard, there were other subtle sounds. Focusing on such minuscule sounds was stressful, scary even.

A loud noise and a dark shape moved up above him, frightening him. Todd was just about to peek his head up and take a look outside, but now he wasn't budging. Was it her? He slid out from the shadows to get a better look, but it was still too dark to see.

The amphibious mutant blinked, squinting real close before a wave of relief washed over him. He recognized the silhouette: It was Kurt. He couldn't help but stifle a snicker as he watched the other mutant frantically search the yard for a place to hide.

Todd slowly ascended, barely peeking his head out of the water, hiding under the tarp. Despite his movement, the water remained mostly placid. Kurt was fussing with the patio umbrella, trying to get it to open for him so he could hide inside. Todd just watched him silently.

Kurt was wrapping himself around the umbrella's pole when he caught a glimpse of something staring at him from the pool, and for a split second, he thought he was going to have a heart attack. Todd just gently shook his head, pressing a green finger to his lips.

Kurt was going to kick himself for almost getting scared by Todd Tolansky. He knew though that if he made too much noise, he and Todd would both be caught. So he just gave his frog friend a thumbs-up and stuffed himself inside of the umbrella, carefully closing it shut.

#snippet #x-men evolution fic #omg #bruh #this is fun!#the brotherhood of loveable mutant idiots #callista villanueva

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moonwavesmotionpictures · 3 years ago

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Authoritarianism?...

I watch a lot of classic films. I also dabble in a decent amount of literature. The goal which I set in Apple Books some time ago is 10 pages a day. Not a shockingly large amount, I know, but consistently taking in a little something to think about and come back to the following day. Sometimes I go far over and read 40 pages. Other times I get five pages into a thing and fall asleep or my attention is taken elsewhere. Tangentially, I love that it counts when I’ve listened to x-amount of pages worth of an audiobook that's being read to me. I find it funny when someone mentions reading a particular book and then, always at the end of this discussion, mentions it was an audiobook. Deciding whether or not this constitutes actual reading is subjective I suppose. It's also an extremely modern, iPhone Age phenomenon. On the other hand, you didn't look at anything! Isn't looking at letters a stipulation for reading? From everything I know and all that I've forgotten from my schooling, it would seem to me that seeing letters on a page, or nowadays on a screen, is fundamental to the task. On the other-other hand, when you read to yourself you do speak to yourself (even if it's in your own mind) in the same way that the reader reading the audiobook speaks to you, right?!

As you can see I'm not going to be able to pin down an opinion on this one without careening recklessly into a 1930's/1940's slapstick comedy routine so I'll just move on...

Watching old movies and reading isn't all I do, but it’s a decent portion of my weekly consumption of art, culture, media, technology, and so on.

In that vein, I’d like to celebrate a quirky set of intersections I've recently run into on this front by looking at two rather lovely films. Each with a literary bend. Each investigates the dynamics of being a writer and ideas of authorship. The differences between how a person relates to what they create when the creation moves from out of the privacy of the shadows and becomes public. These films involve writers who for one reason or another would like to remain undiscovered as the authors of their works. Both have shrouded themselves from recognition as authors of their titles by using pseudonyms. The spark that sets each story into motion is the threat of being unmasked; push out away from the comfort of anonymity. The fear for them is that others, the people they are closest to, the people they love, and yet have been lying to, will find out the truth.

The first film is---

Theodora Goes Wild (1936)

In Theodora Goes Wild, Irene Dunne plays the title character, Theodora Lynn. She is secretly the author of a salacious novel written under the pen name, Caroline Adams. She must hide her identity from the residents of her small, conservative Connecticut town. Their disapproval of the material in the book is fierce. When Theodora goes to New York to visit her publisher, she meets the book's cover artist, Michael Grant, played by Melvyn Douglas, who tries to convince her to reveal herself as the real author. When Theodora falls for Michael, she soon finds that he has secrets of his own.

The film is a raucous, slap-stickesque comedy that is never dull. I say "esque," because it doesn't too far into the ridiculous. It stays grounded. It has some real heart to it. Especially in the relationship between the two leads, but also with every family member, friend, and townsperson along the way. Some of those living in this small town though cast aspersions on this mystery writer unnecessarily. Their actions cause a lot of tension and grief and in the end, they must come face to face with their own hypocritical natures.

And, the second film is---

Footsteps in the Dark (1941)

In Footsteps In The Dark, Errol Flynn plays Francis Warren, an investment adviser who moonlights secretly as the author of detective novels. He writes under the pseudonym, F.X. Pettijohn. When a client who wants to cash in a stash of jewels is murdered, Francis believes that -- with his insight into the criminal world -- he can solve the case. His first suspect, however, meets a mysterious end. As the investigation grows more complicated than Francis imagined, he is unexpectedly accused of infidelity by his wife, Rita played by Brenda Marshall, and also suspected by the police.

This film is light, but not without its serious moments. Flynn is his usual suave, debonair self, with flourishes of boyish innocence and witty charm. It’s a whodunnit where the gifted amateur who shouldn't be the one trying to figure out this case is just as confused as we are throughout most of the investigation.

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For ages writers, musicians, actors and performers of all kinds have used pen names. Did you know that Michael Caine’s real name is Maurice Joseph Micklewhite Jr.?...

Okay, okay Michael Caine it is! Gosh!

Sometimes for artists, it is a decision due to “the times,” like in the case of George Eliot, author of the 19th-century novel Middlemarch, better known to her friends as Mary Ann Evans. Other times, the name just sounds cool and who says you can't, right?! Whether it be to conceal a true identity for consideration of one's own reputation as the characters in these films do, or just to spice life up a bit, the truth is we cast judgments (positive or negative; fairly or unfairly) on the thing which represents a creative works existence. The name of the entity which penned the letters. That can be a very scary thing that every creative person must wrestle with in their work. The burden of ownership. But, that's what makes putting your name on it or giving a name to it so very interesting.

I myself find it quite exciting and I like to think up names from time to time in the hopes of just such an occasion coming along.

How about you?! What would your pen name be?

All and all these two films are splendid. They feature old Hollywood stars who I completely adore. They hit on themes that I am always interested in seeing onscreen and they cover topics that enrich my life. I can't recommend these films more highly. You won't regret a second you spend enjoying them. So what are you waiting for?! Go!

#errol flynn #irene dunne #michael caine #pennames #authors #classicfilm #writing #reading #pseudonym #george eliot #film history #co #comedy #1930s movies #1930s #1940s movies #1940s

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meliaaizawa · 4 years ago

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MARRIAGE STORY

Inspired by the intro to Marriage Story, when Charlie and Nicole go over what they love about each other, but Sho and Mei are NOT getting a divorce.

Word count: 1,478

~What I love about Shota~

What I love about Shota… Shota doesn’t care what others think of him. He is sure of himself and his abilities. He is skilled and strong yet is never proud. Shota loves coffee and drinks at least two cups a day… the caffeine doesn’t affect him in any way, he just loves the flavor. Shota is a simple man and is content with the things he has and is never in want of anything new or improved. Though Shota is always grumpy, deep down, I know him to be soft and incredibly kind. Though he rarely lets even his friends see that side of him, I can see through his tough guy act. He especially enjoys cuddling our cats and taking care of them at home. Shota is incredibly fit and healthy. He doesn’t diet… in fact, he usually eats like crap. His metabolism and hero work manages to keep up with him though, so there’s really no need to worry about what he eats. His genuine smile melts my heart, but it can only be seen during rare candid moments. If he actually tries to smile, the result is horrifying… but cute.

Though he’d never admit it, Shota loves kids. He is a wonderful teacher and mentor to so many. He knows the best way to push his students to make them become better. Even if his methods are more strict than the average teacher, he is well meaning. I know he would make the best father. Shota isn’t a fan of PDA, much like me. When we are alone though, he loves touch… whether it’s his arm around me, us holding hands, or even just our feet barely touching under the kitchen table, I think physically feeling that I am with him brings him comfort. Shota can play the bass. He hates playing in front of others, and he doesn’t have any opportunities to do so, so hearing him play is rare. For a guy who doesn’t care about appearance, Shota can be bashful when it comes to the attention of others, especially when he is dressed up nicely. I think he likes his appearance to be overall disheveled so that most people wouldn’t give him a second glance… plus he’s just lazy. Anytime he has to dress up in a suit, he hates it. I think he looks handsome either way.

Though he seems irritable at times, Shota never raises his voice at me and is so incredibly patient in dealing with my indecisiveness. He makes quick decisions, so he is always willing to help where I struggle. He is also the best at giving advice. He thinks everything through rationally and is able to view a situation from every angle when assessing it. Shota is an immense help around the house. He helps me with the dishes and folding laundry and cleaning. It gives us even more time together, even if we don’t say a word while cleaning. Shota is rarely cleanshaven, which I prefer. I always love the familiar feeling of his scruffy face when he kisses me or rests his head on me. Part of me thinks it’s because he’s just lazy, but at the same time I’m convinced he keeps the scruff because I just love it. Shota is a good listener. I don’t always have a lot to say, but when I do, he just sits and listens. He will also comfort me when I am sad and knows just what to say if I am feeling lonely or unworthy.

Shota is an incredibly hard worker. He stays up late nearly every night, either out on hero patrol, or finishing grading his papers. He never procrastinates and gets everything done in a more than timely manner. If Shota cared about ranks, he would easily be in Japan’s top 10 heroes. He is incredibly accurate in the use of his capture weapon, his strategy when going against villains is always spot on, and he makes the most of his quirk, despite its many drawbacks. He is also strong- both in mind and in body, and has saved countless people, even if they didn’t realize it, since he always works behind the scenes. Shota is very eloquent in the way he speaks. He may look homeless, but the man is incredibly smart. He puts a lot of thought into what he says and how he says it. He never wastes his words. He is also not afraid to speak his mind and is always willing to put people in their place if he must.

~What I love about Meiya~

What I love about Meiya… Meiya loves to eat. I don’t know where she puts it all away, as she has an overall fit body, but she seems to always have a pair of chopsticks or a snack in her hand. She always has food in the house. Not just enough for us, but also enough for any unwanted guests that may show up. Meiya has an air of self-confidence. Though I know that she often doubts herself, she doesn’t let it show. She doesn’t care what others think of her and is always genuinely herself no matter the audience. Because of this, others are often comfortable being themselves around her, so she had a lot of friends because of this. Meiya is diligent in everything that she does. She keeps our home clean despite its unorganized appearance, and she always decorates our home in her own way. I never cared about decorations, but our home is more presentable thanks to her. Meiya is loyal to a fault. She trusts others easily, and until that trust is broken somehow, she is fully devoted to that person and would sacrifice herself for them. She likes being unique and never conforms to those around her. In fact, she oftentimes goes out of her way to try and be different.

Though I can be incredibly stubborn, Meiya is constantly patient with me. She knows how to convince me to do things I don’t want to and is usually willing to stand in the gap between me and those I don’t want to interact with. I can’t tell you how many small talk conversations she has saved me from. Meiya doesn’t necessarily need to be romanced in the classical sense of giving her flowers and chocolate. She prefers to just have quality time. A simple kiss on the cheek, a nap together in the sleeping bag, or a bowl of freshly made ramen are enough to remind her how much I love her. Meiya is one of the most competent heroes I know. She is proficient in using many different kinds of quirks, she is a skilled fighter, she cares for others deeply, and is willing to do whatever it takes to protect her loved ones and society. She is also a wonderful teacher. The kids are all just drawn to her, and she is incredibly kind and helpful in the way she helps the students learn more about their quirks.

Meiya loves karaoke. She gets overly competitive when going out with Mic and Ectoplasm. Although she claims she can’t sing well, she has a nice voice, but even more amazing is how well she knows all of the songs and is able to hit every word and note with accuracy. I just enjoy watching. Though Meiya is not a huge cat person, she was willing to get cats with me. She loves them too, though I doubt she would admit it, and she takes time throughout her day to play with them and care for them. Meiya is emotionally strong and a dependable wife. She remains level-headed in stressful situations, and she knows how to support those around her. Despite this emotional strength, she still cries frequently when watching movies. Meiya goes to sleep early and wakes up early, though I am more of a night owl. She will often fall asleep on the couch with me while I grade papers. Even her tired, unconscious presence is enough to make me feel at home. It also gives me the chance to carry her to bed and tuck her in on those nights.

Meiya is a responsible adult, but she is also a child at heart. She would prefer to go to an arcade or festival over a fancy restaurant or party any day. And as far as gifts go, she would much rather have the latest volume of her favorite manga over a piece of jewelry. Along with being a pro hero, Meiya also enjoys dabbling in support things like costume designing. She has an eye for art, and she is good at anything she sets her mind to. Meiya packs us both lunch every day, because she knows I like her food over Lunch Rush’s. We often eat in the teachers lounge, but we also find ourselves on the rooftop, where we used to eat as high schoolers.

#shota aizawa #aizawa fanfic #aizawa x oc #aizawa shouta #fluff #aizawa x wife #married life #bnha #meizawa

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javierpinme · 3 years ago

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😍💐💖 Get to know your mutuals!! When you get this, it means I want to know more about you, so list 5 things about yourself you want your followers to know. They can be as simple as your age or as complex as your deepest fear, as long as it’s something you’re comfortable with sharing. When you’re done, send this to 10 people you want to get to know better. XOXO 😍💐💖

Claire, my love! I’ve never thought myself to be all that interesting but let’s try it 💖:

I LOVE pickles like really love. I like to fancy myself a dill pickle connoisseur. If we were to ever go to a diner for lunch/dinner I will steal it. There’s a deli near me that has pickles instead of rolls for their sandwiches and my mouth waters just thinking about it. One day I hope to try it.

I have an identical twin! I don’t see the resemblance, but according to others you can’t tell the difference between the two of us.

I dabbled in culinary school for a few years so if you ever need someone to make you a meal; I’m your girl. Before you ask, I’ve never cut myself in school (I’ve seen some shit with other people before and it wasn’t a pretty sight) However, I’ve set myself on fire accidentally more times then I can count! I still have the scar of a second degree burn on my arm from a big scalding blob of grits that landed on it from directly out of the pot, but I didn’t make any moves to remove it because I didn’t want to re-do them which yeah it didn’t look pretty when I tried to wipe it off (we had one of those open glass kitchens and I didn’t want customers to panic so I tried to remain calm.) 😅

My favorite coffee combo: I love a good cold brew with oat milk. I’m not dairy free by any means (I love a good queso dip) but I just really enjoy the taste of it!

My favorite dessert at the moment is banana pudding! Or a good blueberry cobbler with vanilla ice cream.

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thirstyforlulu · 5 years ago

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Alucard x Reader: For Your Convenience Chapter 1

You were just passing through. This small town was on your way, and it was getting so dark. At that hour, there was only one inn open, and thankfully they had an open room.

“What brings you to our little town?” The owner asked as they handed you the key.

“I’m heading to a town another 30 miles from here. Had to stop for the night,” You replied.

In truth, you wanted to keep your answer vague. You’d been known to dabble in magic and had heard of a town where you could get all sorts of supplies, so you decided to make the journey. However, if people knew where exactly it was that you were going, they could guess why and try to burn you for magic.

“That’s nice. Enjoy your stay,” They said.

You nodded and bid them good night, picking up your things and heading to your room. It was the first door on the second floor. It was roomy, but there was little furniture. Perfect for one night but not for much longer.

From the window, you could see the town square, dark save for the occasional flicker of someone’s lantern as they shuffled about. It was calm, quiet, and it was making you so tired.

With one last glance outside, you changed your clothes and went to bed.

The plan was for you to leave the next day as soon as you woke up, but things changed when you were awoken by a loud shriek. Throwing your covers off, you ran downstairs to see what was going on.

“Please don’t go outside, you don’t want to see that,” The owner pleaded, standing between you and the door.

You didn’t necessarily want to see anything, but if someone was hurt you might be able to help. Giving the owner a reassuring nod, you opened the door and stepped outside. To the left of the door, no more than 10 feet away was the bloodied corpse of what you guessed was a man. All around the body people crowded, murmuring and crying. They all looked so terrified.

For a moment, you worried the people would blame you since it happened the night you came into town, but a young man walked over and calmed your nerves.

“I’m sorry, you’re probably scared aren’t you?” He said.

You nodded.

“I’m not really used to seeing corpses,” You replied.

“Yes, it’s a terrible sight, but I’m afraid we’re used to it here. The vampire strikes often and leaves the remains for us all to find. It’s terrible, but we’re helpless.”

At the mention of a vampire, you were intrigued. You’d heard of them but never had a chance to actually see one. A while ago you bought a vial of vampire blood from one of your suppliers, but you didn’t actually see the vampire they’d taken it from.

“A vampire? How do you know it’s that and not wolves?” You asked.

“We thought the same thing as first. With how torn up the corpses were it would make sense, but then bodies started showing up with very little outward signs of trauma and all of their blood drained. The vampire lives in that castle up there, he comes down to kill at least once a week,” He replied, pointing off.

You followed his finger and found a large decrepit castle that you hadn’t seen the night before. It was a dark stone, probably why you couldn’t see it at night, and had several tall towers. Vines grow up the sides, suggesting it’d been in a state of disrepair for a while now.

“Has anyone confronted the vampire?” You asked.

“Heavens no! No one is brave enough. We all just hide in our homes and do our best not to go out at night.”

“Maybe I could talk to them,” You suggested.

You knew how crazy it sounded, but you were curious. This could be your chance to meet a vampire, if you play your cards right this could be very beneficial to you. Plus you might be able to help out this small town.

“Are you crazy?! You’d be killed.”

“Well, only one way to find out,” You replied, heading up to your room to change.

The young man made no motion to stop you.

You hadn’t planned on going vampire hunting this trip so you had little gear to work with. All you had in that area was a cross and small vial of holy water. That should be enough, and if not you knew enough magic to protect yourself. The rest of your things you left in your room, assuring the owner you’d be back to collect them.

After a quick stop to get something to eat, you headed into the woods leading to the castle. It was dark, with dense foliage that lapped at your legs. At times you had to climb over fallen trees covered in moss. They were slick, nearly causing you to fall, but you grabbed onto other branches to steady yourself. It was clear no one had been that way in decades, the only signs of life you could find were deer tracks or rabbit holes.

The dense greenery transitioned into a flat open yard that appeared to have at one time been perfectly manicured but had since succumbed to nature’s wrath. There were weeds growing out of cracks in the steps leading up to the door. The door itself was mostly intact, but you could see where termites were starting to get to it.

When you pushed on it, there was little resistance. A loud creak rang out in the castle’s foyer, so loud you thought for sure it would notify anyone within a mile of your presence. After a quick inspection of the room, you stepped inside.

“Hello?” you called out.

Your voice echoed off the walls, letting you hear just how nervous you sounded. You waited, but no one came, the only sound was that of a few startled bats flying off.

Feeling a tad more courageous, you took a few more steps inside, letting the door shut behind you. Eyes darting back and forth, you slowly circled, taking in the exact size of the room.

“I have to give it to you, you at least came during the day,” A voice said from a few feet behind you.

You jumped, whipping around to find a tall man standing behind you looking very irritated. His clothes were long and fancy looking, mostly dark-colored with pops of red that matched his eyes. Judging by his complexion, he was the vampire.

“P-pardon my intrusion sir, I was just looking for someone,” You sputtered.

“A vampire, you were looking for a vampire, weren’t you? Well, here I am,” He replied, gesturing at himself.

“Yes, I would like to talk to you, I have some questions.”

“You get one, make it count human.”

Sweat was starting to form on the palms of your hands. Your life might be riding on what you ask him, you had to be careful. With a deep breath, you decided.

“Why are you terrorizing that town nearby?” You asked.

He gave you a puzzled look, tilting his head, which made his long black hair fall from his shoulders. No one had asked him why he did what he does. Normally the people who came here told him to leave the town alone or asked him to spare them. No one ever cared about his motives.

“Simple, I have to feed and that town just happens to be nearby,” He said, taking a few steps toward you.

Nervous, you matched each of his steps forward with one of your own backward. His long legs made it to where one of his steps was equal to about two of your own, allowing him to get closer and closer to you. He continued until you’d backed yourself up into a wall. At this distance, it was easy to see the large fangs in his mouth. The sight made you tremble, just thinking about those digging into your neck made your heart race. Before he could say anything else, you spoke up.

“Y-you said you need to feed right? W-well what if you had a constant source besides the town?”

“What are you suggesting?”

His icy breath was on your cheek, feeding the fear you felt inside.

“What if.. I was to offer you myself instead of the villagers? I won’t run, you can drink from me as much as you want as often as you want as long as you don’t kill me,” You offered.

He was shocked at your bold suggestion, but he was intrigued, liking the idea of having a convenient source of food.

“And why would you do that? What have you to gain from giving yourself up for them?”

“Nothing but knowing my sacrifice helped others.”

Hearing that he laughed. You were trying to be noble, to help others selflessly, a notion which he found to be silly. No human would willingly give up their life for strangers, but he was interested to see how far you would take this.

“Deal, you will live here and be my walking blood container and in return, I will not feed on anyone from the nearby towns.”

“Deal,” You replied.

He grabbed you and pulled you close to him, moving your head to give him clear access to your neck. Your breath caught in your throat and your body tensed in fear.

“Now, allow me to sample my new food source,” He said, inches from your neck.

Feeling his breath made you shiver, but you focused, steeling your nerve. His fangs sunk into your neck, his lips meeting your skin. The pain was terrible, but when he began to suck you felt a warm filling your body radiating from the puncture wound.

Your blood hit his tongue just like it does with every other human he’s fed from, but with you something was different. The taste was incredible, better than anything he’d tasted before. He thought he was imagining it at first, but as he continued to drink the flavor persisted, proving it was real.

“What is this?” He thought.

The taste was so addictive, he continued to drink despite the fact that he had just eaten the night before. He held you roughly in place, drinking in an unconscious fervor. You reached up and tried to grab his shoulders to remind him to stop but it didn’t seem to work. A tiny yelp escaped your lips but he didn’t seem to notice.

He drank until you’d lost so much blood you fell to the ground. Your body was so cold, you couldn’t think straight and you feared you wouldn’t make it. The sudden movement snapped him out of it. He removed his coat and threw it on top of you, which you gladly welcomed. As you wrapped yourself up, he turned his back to you.

“Your blood is acceptable, I shall prepare a room for you. I will come for you when it is ready. Tomorrow, I will send you to get your things from town, for now just rest while your body replenishes itself,” He said, acting as if he wasn’t suffering from a painful erection.

“Thank you sir,” You replied, hoping to please him.

He walked away, leaving you laying there in the sea of his coat. You felt your body slowly start to warm back up, the feeling returning to your extremities. With blood returning to your brain, you could finally think.

“What have I done?”

#alucard x reader #alucard #for your conveniance

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A New Spring

jinyoungmoans said:

Okay so! I dare you to write Jaebeom a Greek God au (my god Jaebeom you're stealing attentions now? I don't even request Jinyoung smh! Okay Jinyoung no. Leader first.) Anyways, I know I can trust you with this. (Kill me with fluff and suggestive moments) You're my fluff queen (and slowly a smut queen hahahahaha).

Pairing: Im Jaebum x reader (ft Jackson Wang)

Genre: CEO! au / greek god au / angst / romance

Warnings: some strong language

A/N: So I have gone a little different with this dare and I am really happy with the result! I chose to write the story of Zephyrus and Chloris and I’ve done my best to incorporate both a god au and set the story in modern time. The italics parts are naturally telling the tale and the rest is in a modern setting. I know that sounds confusing, but it really isn’t!

Word count: 5578

As he walked through the garden slowly, he smiled.

The fruit trees were full of ripening delicacies, the channelling of his winds this year producing the finest flowers and foods to supply the entire city. Spring had arrived with his gentle persuasion; Jaebum’s work already being praised by all of his people. As a deity, he enjoyed providing winds that would encourage ample harvest. But he also had a love for beautiful things, and as he reached out to touch the bloom of a camellia, he smiled. It was almost as stunning as you were. Clipping off the flower, he carried it around with him on his walk to the pergola at the edge of the gardens, his heart racing as he practised how he would confess to you.

There was no flower that could rival your beauty. Nothing could encapsulate your gentle heart either, and although Jaebum could throw out gusts of winds whenever he was frustrated, you never turned away from him. Your flowers would still bloom.

He had loved you for as long as he could remember.

“I no longer wish for us to be friends, Y/N,” he murmured as he walked, thrusting out the flower in his hand. Shaking his head, he cursed lowly, furrowing his brows together. It was too tacky. Everything he could think of just didn’t sound as lovely as you were and Jaebum grew anxious the closer he came to the pergola. He could see you now, standing there staring at something out of his view, your smile easing the flurry of options within his mind. He was surprisingly calm now, the effect you had over him each time.

Until he saw who you were smiling at.

Right before you, holding a bouquet of flowers, was Jaebum’s brother and best friend. Jackson was chuckling, saying something that Jaebum couldn’t quite capture. He didn’t need to hear the words spoken, the winds had already carried enough of the confession through your interactions. His best friend reached for your cheek tenderly, which you nuzzled into, pure adoration filling your gaze. You moved closer, taking the flowers from his hand to place down beside you before you closed your eyes, heads lowering towards one another.

Jaebum turned, breathing as heavily as the winds now blew around him. The flower he held dropped to the ground, carrying off out of his reach before he could retrieve it. He had been too late. He had been too naïve.

He had trusted you loved him as much as he did you.

Betrayal felt bitter. Being a step too late maddened him. And he knew then that he had been too gentle. He had harvested this himself, allowing Jackson to be at your side had been as dangerous as a thorn on a rose. He had charmed you to touch him and now you were unaware of the pain that may come from your union.

Jaebum couldn’t accept this deceit.

As he stormed away, oranges falling to the ground and bruising upon impact, he knew that this season wouldn’t be the prettiest time of year after all.

But Spring would come around once more, and when it did, it would be his turn to claim the prettiest flower in this garden.

“Honestly! This is the best project we can take on right now and you know it!”

Jaebum eyed his best friend warily, shaking his head. “Jackson, it’s three times more than the current budget allows.”

“Yes but think of the money we’d save in the long run if we use these types of turbines. The amount of power we’d generate would supply more than an entire district and bring down living costs in multiple ways. This is about providing for new generations, for our future.”

“I know what the plan indicates Jackson, but we don’t have the money to fund such a project yet. We need to build up the company first so we can get to your idea.”

“So find the money!” Jackson exclaimed, pointing at Jaebum repeatedly. “When it was your plan to create that wind valley-”

“You know that we got lucky that funding came then, I didn’t just pull it out of my ass like you’re expecting me to right now!” Jaebum cut in and the door opened then, both men looking at you stepping in.

You had the effect of a diffuser, Jaebum sucking in a deep breath and swallowing back the curses he knew he was about to send in Jackson’s direction. A smile now graced his best friend’s face and you approached them both. “Not fighting again, are we?”

“Us? Never,” Jackson humoured and Jaebum gave you a pained smile. “To what do we owe the pleasure of your company for, Y/N?”

“Mindy Sparks is out in the lobby and wants to have an interview with you, Jackson. She says it’s urgent.”

Jaebum watched as Jackson perked further, leaning in to kiss your cheek and then headed for the door, your hands that reached out to swat him away not quite reaching him. Jaebum wondered if you truly had aimed well enough of enjoyed the ruse of Jackson’s playfulness too much.

It was a complicated mess, the three of you. You had joined the pair during university and when Jaebum had come up with the idea of creating a company that worked in channelling wind and working with the seasons to provide a better life for citizens, both you and Jackson had joined hands with him. Back then, all you shared was the same vision for a better life. Jaebum had never expected it to become entangled like it had, feelings and unspoken confessions placing pressure where connections needed to remain fluid.

Jaebum knew Jackson liked you, and that his best friend equally knew of his feelings for you too. And whilst you never quite let on, always appearing right when they both needed you to calm them down, he was certain you wanted more than this entangled web that lacked any true clarity.

Yet none of you were ready to make that move.

“His idea is a brilliant one,” you mentioned as you looked over the proposal on Jaebum’s desk, your boss glancing up at you exasperatedly. “And I know you’d fund it immediately if you could.”

“Jackson’s too passionate for business.”

You shook your head. “Passion will get him somewhere.”

“Am I failing then?” he wondered, more asking himself than you. The zest Jackson had was once Jaebum’s as well. Until he was weighed down with legalities and finding further funding for their projects. Jackson didn’t understand how hard Jaebum was working at times and it frustrated him.

“I think you’re being too hard on yourself. Maybe if we reach out to Park Corporation again-”

Jaebum shook his head, refuting your offer. “No, I won’t deal with that smarmy CEO Park Jinyoung again. It was degrading.”

“He offered us more than enough financial backing though.”

“We’d lose our name,” Jaebum pointed out and you stared at him for a moment and then shrugged.

“Is it a name we care about or the future of natural power sources? You may control the winds, Jaebum, but too much control means we can’t grow. Think about Jinyoung’s offer again.”

It was tense for the next month, further blowouts with Jackson had pushed Jaebum to the limit and he was now refusing to talk to the man. He felt as if he had been ganged up upon, both you and Jackson both pushing for change faster than he could work it. There were steps involved, practicalities that Jaebum wanted to maintain the quality process of. He was trying every angle he could.

And finally, he had arrived at Park Jinyoung’s offer.

“To what do I owe the pleasure from you, Im Jaebum?” the CEO wondered with a gracious smile, gesturing to the chair across from him. Jaebum smiled weakly. It wasn’t that he hated Jinyoung, no, he much rather say he admired his tenacity in business. He was the youngest CEO in the industry who had such a solid financial backing and 10-year future plan. Park Corporation was a stronghold that no one could take down, and many sought allegiance with. And whilst securing the funds for Jackson’s project was important, he had hoped to do so without losing the name of his own company in the process. Park Corporation would gain the credit for all their hard work.

“Are you here to finalise the deal?” Jinyoung wondered after greeting the man before him and Jaebum frowned, leaning forward in his chair.

“The deal?”

“Your partner, Jackson Wang, was in my office earlier this week, did you not know? We’ve agreed to fund the project.”

“He came to you?”

Jinyoung was surprised. “You really didn’t know?”

“I mean, we were discussing it, but I have been rather busy and-”

“Jackson was adamant this was a done deal. Is it not?”

“Has he signed the paperwork already?” Jaebum asked tersely and the man before him nodded. “I see.”

“You really should have come to me yourself earlier, Jaebum. You know how interested Park Corporation is in innovative ideas like Jackson’s. Sitting on things for too long makes you messy in business.”

He didn’t come here to be told how he was a step behind from the likes of Park Jinyoung. In fact, Jaebum had only been trying to make amends for his best friend. The betrayal closed up his throat, making it impossible for him to bite back, to express exactly how he felt.

Loosening off his tie as he stormed out to his car ten minutes later, Jaebum slammed his hand on the steering wheel before he took off, unable to understand why things had to be like this. Why did Jackson have to go behind his back? Was he dabbling in more than just secret deals? Your face flashed within Jaebum’s mind as he flung his car into gear, heading back to the office and moving like gale force winds throughout the building. Opening the door to Jackson’s office with a bang, he found you both in there, smiling at one another.

A laugh left him then, hollow and painful. He had been so foolish to believe anyone had cared about him and all he did these days. You went to shift away from Jackson but the man grabbed your arm, Jaebum’s eyes narrowing on the movement, another bitter laugh rolling out.

“Jaebum, what’s wrong?” you wondered tentatively, glancing between the two men. “Are you fighting again?”

“No, we’re done,” Jackson announced, surprising Jaebum with how bold he was. “I told you we needed to make a move and-”

“And so doing a deal with Park Corporation behind my back was the right thing to do huh? When I specifically said we needed time!”

“Jackson, did you really do that?”

The other man in the room merely stared at Jaebum with a hard expression. “Why did we need time when Jinyoung could offer us everything we needed? And clearly, you were going to end up there since you somehow know before I told you.”

“This is our company! You just sold out our name!”

Jackson shook his head. “No, this is your company. It’s always your way and I’m sick of being under your control! Business isn’t always graceful and slow, Jaebum! You can’t wait until every opportunity is ripe enough to take. We needed to move on this!”

“You already have. I want you gone.”

“I’m already prepared to leave,” Jackson announced with a huff, shaking his head all the same. “If you can’t support my vision, then you don’t deserve my position here.”

“GUYS, COME ON!” you exclaimed but neither backed down, heavy breathing seeping out from them both.

It was immature, the whole fight was. And yet Jackson had taken so much from Jaebum all this time. He was always moving faster, getting all that he wanted one step ahead of him. Just like in a dream that plagued Jaebum often, Jackson was as prickly as a rose. Charming to look at but dangerous to hold. And right now his hand was upon yours.

“Y/N stays with me.”

“I’m not part of any deals,” you mentioned and Jackson gripped you tighter, in which you yanked out of. “Don’t bring me into this.”

“You can take your project and all your ideas made under this company but you cannot take her from me. Do you hear?” Jaebum continued and Jackson let out a scoff, only to turn silent a moment later.

“Why are you both being like this? Listen, we can solve this.”

Jackson nodded at his best friend, stepping away from you despite his eyes not leaving you once. “Deal. But coveting something doesn’t make it your own, Im Jaebum.”

You didn’t like the separation one bit. It felt suffocating, watching the two most important people in your life pull away from each other because of business. Their friendship had been lost in amongst it all and despite your efforts, it couldn’t be revived.

You didn’t want to have an opinion over who was right and wrong, yet it seemed to be all that was asked of you. After the fight, you had followed Jackson to his apartment, asking him what the hell he had done to make Jaebum lose it like that.

And he had told you of his efforts, insisting it had been for the better of the company. Jackson was sick of being the secondary figure in this business and wanted his project to come into fruition. Jaebum’s approach was not even allowing the seeds to be planted in the ground to grow.

You had been angry, though you could understand some of Jackson’s frustrations. Still, you hadn’t believed in betrayal and hoped that there would be a way to remedy the split. It wasn’t as if Jaebum was against the view Jackson had for the future either.

“He’s against us, though,” Jackson had told you, sighing heavily as he reached out for your cheek to caress it. You stiffened, right now wasn’t the right time to discuss the budding romance between you and him. “You know he likes you too.”

“Jaebum doesn’t like me like that,” you assured, shaking your head. “And frankly, we have bigger problems than that to worry about.”

“We’re not a problem,” Jackson assured, leaning in to kiss you. “We’re definitely something. And he’ll crush us if you don’t leave him. Does he honestly think he can keep you there? You could quit tomorrow if you wanted to!”

“And leave him with not only a broken friendship but a tattered reputation too? Do you want all our hard work to fail, Jackson?! You’re being greedy.”

“Can’t I be? I’ve worked too hard for this!”

“And Jaebum hasn’t?”

Jackson groaned at your comment, wiping a tired hand down his face. “Can’t you just side with me for once?”

“I’m not siding with anyone.”

“You know my project is worth its time.”

“We should be working on it together.”

“You don’t think I don’t want that? It was him who kicked me out, remember?”

“He’s hurt you went behind his back!” you defended and Jackson cursed, shaking his head as he walked away towards his kitchen. Retrieving a bottle of water and downing it in one go, the man then pointed at you as he crushed the bottle with his other hand.

“You can’t keep riding the middle of us like this, Y/N. You need to choose what’s best for you. And when you realise that it’s me, I’ll be waiting.”

Jaebum wasn’t any better. Although he didn’t argue or even insist you side with him, his brooding was intolerable. You often attempted to get him out of his funk, reminding him of the staff that relied on this company to continue to be prosperous. Yet he didn’t react to anything and you were sick of fighting to get through to him.

“I’m done, Jaebum. What more can I do to support you if you don’t let me?”

“Since when does anyone support me?” he asked with a bitter laugh, looking up at you from the stack of files he was reading through. “I’m too slow to support.”

“Don’t be like this.”

“Like what? A sore loser? Why not? A project that I was fucking working on, that I even went as far to support through Park Corporation myself is gone and now I have to figure what we’re going to do to compete against that since Park Corporation has an individual contract with Jackson now!”

“You went to Jinyoung to get funding?” you asked, surprised that he had done such a thing. Your heart ached; you knew how much it meant to Jaebum to do that. You cursed Jackson for being impatient and not waiting for his friend. This whole mess would have been solved had they used better communication. You knew both men were too prideful and it had really done enough damage. Still, you couldn’t help but hold hope with this new knowledge.

“Does it matter? We don’t have the project or Jackson now.”

“Well, it was you who kicked him out, remember.”

“So when are you leaving?” he asked, dropping his focus and then turning away altogether. “You liked Jackson’s plan quite a lot. You like Jackson a whole heap more too.”

You held your breath, feeling the prickling of tears at the backs of your eyes. You could tell Jaebum was broken and yet you had accepted Jackson as your romantic partner two months ago. You didn’t know what to say or do. Jackson’s warning that Jaebum liked you echoed in your mind and you wanted to laugh at how naïve you had been to not realise both men liked you.

You had always thought it was one-sided with Jaebum.

“Face it, I’m always a step behind. Even when it comes to you,” he added on and you jerked forward, eyes wide with emotions. You soon couldn’t see through the veil of tears, gripping onto the chair in front of you to keep you up. Jaebum didn’t turn around even when he heard you crying, instead cleared his throat shakily. “In a dream I often have, I saw this happening. You choosing him. You loving him. It always ends with me wanting to take that from him. And I want to, believe me. I want my time. I want to have what I worked hard for. What I was working towards confessing to you. But will that be honourable? Like Zephyrus abducting Chloris from Boreas, will my forcing you to stay at my side truly make you love me any more than him? My gentle winds cannot produce anything to tempt you to stay here.”

He got up then, walking out of his office and didn’t return for the rest of the day, leaving you there crying for what could have been.

You couldn’t take being in the middle anymore. To protect yourself and Jaebum further, you stepped away from his side, going to Jackson’s instead. And whilst his love warmed your heart, it didn’t fulfil your soul.

You were always looking out to see what Jaebum was doing.

The company hadn’t fallen and out of sheer desperation, you could tell Jaebum had found his way through. He was working diligently, as your friend at the office often assured you of and this eased your mind somewhat as you helped Jackson with his project. Work was going steady for you both, and Park Corporation had followed through with all its offers, installing the first of many turbines that would give hope to this nation. Your hard work was paying off. With Jackson in charge of a big team, you were often expected to attend galas and conferences on ethical powering; something that Jaebum and Jackson had gone to without you in the past. However, Jackson preferred bringing you upon his arm and whilst you had been initially excited, they soon became too overwhelming.

Especially when you saw a different girl on Jaebum’s arm each time.

He had never dated whilst you worked with him and you had always joked that he was married to his job. Although you had hoped he would see you as more than his personal assistant, he had never held out his arm for you to curl your hand around once. So seeing girl after girl adorning his side felt so unfathomable. It left a sour taste in your mouth.

“Jaebum,” Jackson greeted politely as you both approached him and the daughter of Rainbow Industries, who was his date tonight. The man who had been laughing at something Iris had uttered soon stilled, lifting his gaze to you both.

You couldn’t break away from his stare whatsoever.

“Jackson,” he replied whilst staring back at you for longer than necessary. Blinking slowly that emphasised his long lashes, he tore his gaze away and then smiled at his long-time friend. “Congratulations on your project. It’s shaping up incredibly well.”

“Well, uh, thank you.”

“I look forward to seeing what else you come up with in the future. Sorry, but if you could excuse us, I need to go speak with the CEO of Greenhouse Enterprises. Iris, are you coming?”

It was too fleeting, like a gust of wind bringing forth the warm floral scent of spring, only for it to float away and leave you cold again. Jackson was distracted, soon pushing for more time with the various individuals at the party. You weren’t in the mood anymore, telling him you wanted to head home. Instead of leaving with you, Jackson remained at the function working on a deal with a new company and so you headed out to the hotel lobby, looking around for a taxi that could give you a ride home.

A car pulled up in front of you and the window slid down. “Need a ride?”

“Where’s Iris?”

“With her father,” Jaebum commented, smiling warmly. “I was only chaperoning her tonight as a favour to her old man. I’m leaving now; it’s up to you if you’re coming too.”

It wasn’t awkward as you expected it to be.

The first few minutes were quiet but not uncomfortable, like returning home after a long time away. You thought he had changed drastically when you had been away from Jaebum, but he was still the same person you had crushed on for seven years.

He smiled at you after turning the corner. “Are you hungry?”

“Are you?”

“The one thing I’ll never understand about galas is that they expect you to dress up nicely and then offer you basically nothing appetising to eat. I know we’re all aiming to waste less and be more ethical, but I dunno, I always want to eat a burger when I leave.”

“A burger sounds amazing,” you agreed, and he chuckled, changing lanes and heading to the closest fast food chain. With greasy food between you both, you talked over a range of topics, just scratching the surface. You could tell he wanted to know more, and yet he continued to ask you about the last movie you watched and what new food had you taking a shining to recently.

But when he asked you if you had been out to the old farm lately, you blinked rapidly, shaking your head. “No, have you?”

“Mm, I’m there every day,” he admitted shyly, looking over at you and then chewing on his lip momentarily. “I’ve been making some changes. You want to see?”

The farmhouse had once been yours before your family had struck misfortune, Jaebum purchasing it fresh out of university before starting the business. It was in the barn that the three of you had come up with the first project for the company and even created all the prototypes in. It was the home base for any of you to go to, a solace from the craziness this world had to offer.

You had been so busy lately that you hadn’t thought about visiting in some time.

After nodding, Jaebum navigated his way through traffic towards the outskirts of the city, the drive now quiet. You could tell he was anxious about something and you were equally overwhelmed about where you were heading. Eventually, the vehicle drove along the all too familiar gravel track, rounding through the tree lined drive towards the homestead.

It hadn’t changed on the outside, much like Jaebum.

After getting out of the car, you followed him inside carrying your food, Jaebum unlocking the door and letting you inside. You frowned when you saw his favourite sofa from his apartment in the living area. Looking at your friend, you tilted your head to the side. “Are you living here?”

“Yeah, I moved in about six months ago.”

“Why? Your apartment in town was-”

“Something I could sell to fund new projects,” he answered for you, shooting you another smile and then shook his hands to dismiss the sadness in your eyes. “Don’t worry, I love it out here. It’s helped me realign my goals for the company. It’s a good thing, I promise. But I didn’t bring you here with an ulterior motive or anything. You don’t have to worry about me doing something to jeopardise you and Jackson. I just want to show you something I’m working on.”

You didn’t correct him, you couldn’t right then. Following him as he quickly headed towards the back door, you stepped outside again, taking Jaebum’s outstretched hand when you needed to climb over the fence style to get to where he was taking you. For some reason, you started to giggle as you walked through the pasture, kicking off your heels in the process. Looking down at your dress, you then grinned at Jaebum. “It’s just funny to be dressed up like this out in the fields I used to play in all the time.”

“Why can’t you play now? It’s just a dress Y/N.”

He had loosened the tie around his neck and popped open a few buttons, spinning around in the field as he held his bag of food in one hand. You laughed and danced along with him, rounding the row of trees that shielded the old greenhouse from your view.

You stopped, staring at how different it was now. Even under moonlight, you could see how much Jaebum had been working out here.

Letting you inside, you followed him around in silence, looking at the various plants he was cultivating in here. It was heavenly.

Sitting down on the bench in the middle with him, you glanced at your friend who had pulled his burger out and began to eat. You wanted to tell him how proud you were, how amazing this place looked. But it felt like the wrong timing. Instead, you giggled and reached to wipe away the excess sauce from his cheek. “Always putting so much in your mouth when you eat.”

“It tastes better that way,” he managed through his mouthful, smiling all too happily at you as he chewed his food. You started eating, though you weren’t nearly as hungry as he seemed to be.

It was too breathtaking in here. Staring at one flower in particular, you got up, approaching it to view it more closely. You gasped when you read the tag and then turned to look at Jaebum. “You found it?!”

“Well, you always said you wanted this flower growing in the fields here one day. I’m trying to grow enough of it to start planting it outside when spring comes.”

“You remember that?”

“I remember a lot of things when it comes to you,” he admitted, wiping his palms on his slacks before approaching you. “It was your dream to turn this place into something that served the community with food and flowers. I’m working towards making it efficient enough to run that way in at least a year’s time. I’ve also got the house off-grid and working on natural power resources already.”

“Why are you doing all this when I’ve not been here to help you?”

“Because I believed in your dream. Just like I did for Jackson. See, it’s totally working for you guys with Park Corporation’s backing. We just needed to find funding and I knew it would be a great hit. I never doubted his plan once.”

“Why didn’t you tell him you went to see Jinyoung?”

Jaebum shrugged. “What would it change? Jackson saw me as not doing enough. And I guess I wasn’t. I was annoyed with him for well…”

“You knew about us?”

“Mm. I knew. I guess I was frustrated and didn’t separate work from personal. So that’s my fault.”

“Jackson and I are just workmates, Jaebum. It didn’t work between us,” you told him and he merely stared back at you, eyes dark with emotions. It made you continue rambling. “It’s not that I don’t care for him, I do. I cared for you both. But he wasn’t the person I loved and I thought because he liked me back it would be enough. I couldn’t stop thinking about you though. It was obvious I-”

His lips crashed down on yours, hands gripping the table behind you as he entrapped you in his embrace. Your own flew to his neck, sliding up into his hair as you pressed into him, a wanton moan escaping you when his tongue flicked over your bottom lips, asking for entrance. The kiss deepened and grew hungry, passionate. You were soon up in his arms, leaving the greenhouse and out in the gentle night air breeze, your world spinning the longer you kissed Jaebum.

Panting heavily when you pulled apart to gather much needed air, you slipped back to your feet on the grass, staring up at Jaebum and smiling. He groaned before resting his forehead on your shoulder. “I should have done that years ago.”

“I won’t disagree with you. But at the same time, I was convinced you had friend-zoned me in university.”

“You were the only woman I saw. You still are,” he confessed and you pulled his head up from your shoulder, kissing him just as hungrily as before. Slowly you weaved around the field, laughter floating away with the breeze in between passionate outbursts, each step closer to the house and then his bed.

Euphoria had never felt this good before.

When you woke the following morning, the space beside you felt cold, your eyes snapping open when you didn’t find Jaebum there. You were greeted by your favourite flower instead, a note attached to it. It’s not as beautiful as you are. Come find me when you’re ready to.

Throwing back the blankets, you hurried to dress in the clothing Jaebum had set out for you, dashing outside with your flower in hand.

You had a new dream now. Still, you wanted to see the fruits of your labour come to life on this land but you knew you wanted to so much more with Jaebum at your side too.

The winds had finally carried you home.

A new spring had arrived and after the lashing west winds of last year’s harvest that was worse than the year before, it uncharacteristically was still. The sweet smell of fruit infiltrated the air as Jaebum walked along, inspecting the bountiful pickings upon each tree.

Everything looked better than it ever had before.

Reaching up to pick an apple from the closest tree, he inspected the skin, smiling at how red it was.

“Papa! Can I eat it?!”

“Didn’t you have enough for breakfast already?” you chastised your child, rolling your eyes as his father bent to his level, holding out the apple towards the boy. With a thank you shouted energetically, he bit into it, murmuring in happiness. This fruit would be the talk of the town.

“The garden is lovely this year,” you told Jaebum as you walked along beside him, watching your son run about chasing butterflies. You then smirked. “It would have been lovelier over the past few years as well had you-”

“Must we speak of dark times?” Jaebum interjected and you let out a laugh. “Even a God is not privy to simple emotions.”

“You were certain to gain my attention and yet you ran around the place with wind destroying all it touched. It’s amazing I fell for such a tumultuous deity.”

“But you did,” Jaebum commented, pointing towards your favourite flower in the garden now full in bloom. He clipped one off and then handed it out to you whilst smiling. “Your heart found a home in among my winds.”

“As long as they remain gentle,” you warned with a smile, pulling the flower up to smell its fragrance. “We are responsible for bringing around spring for the people. Flowers and good harvests give hope to everyone. You hold a powerful gift, my love.”

“And you hold an even greater one,” Jaebum replied, pulling you into his arms.

“What is it?”

“You calm even my hardest of storms,” he told you, kissing you tenderly. The winds picked up, swirling fallen petals and floral scents around you as the embrace deepened. When he finally pulled away, he caressed your cheek with his hand. “May you never part from my side.”

“Would your winds ever allow for such a thing? I’m sure you’ll just pull me back each and every time.”

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