#well-its-this-or-cluedo

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love thinking about passion projects that i neither have the skill, time, resources or energy for /s.

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hm.

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Hand on heart ( Jake Seresin x Singlemom!reader)

Chapter three

summary : as the nerves of the first day working , she bumps into a old unexpected friend which leads to mav finding out something he wished hadn't , her brother and sister in law take belle a day earlier and jake really starting to rethink his old ways.

warning : slight angst but not much , mostly fluff

previous part

Nerves hit the moment her eyes opened , the first day of her new job working with the navy of all things , irony of it still part of it somehow and yet not at all in the same breathe .  stretching out checking the  monitor seeing belle was also walking her little ass up .   she pulled her underwear on not caring as she got her clothes and overall ready .  as she ran into the toddler , t-shirt on underwear only hear a knocking on her door.  Rushing to her room throwing her over alls on tying  the top part around her waste as they headed to see who was at her door.  What she didn’t expect was hangman standing there bag in hand and coffee in the other. 

“ cluedo come on in  just gonna get belle diaper changed and then i’ll be with you “ she yawned . 

“ take your time strawberry  , i brought you guys breakfast since your first day and all and thank you for breakfast yesterday “ he smiled . 

“ well ain’t you a sweetheart , ya know where kitchen is  we will be back “ she called just as another knock at her door was heard . “ could you get that “ she yelled out . 

“ erm sure “ he nodded shaking his head as he opened door to see nat and rooster standing food and coffee in their hands . 

“ bagman?” the two head tilted . 

“ what you guys doing here ?” 

“ we should be asking you same thing “ nat pushed past . 

“ i came with coffee and food for her first day “ he shrugged. 

“ why you being nice … your after her aren’t you “ rooster gasping and wide eyed as nat  arching her brow almost sizing him up . 

“ no  its for her first day and thank her for breakfast it a southern thing you wouldn’t understand “ he rolled his eyes  was he lying out of his ass  , yes  he was . Did they need to know , no they did not . 

“ oh hey guys “ she appeared placing belle down toddler running  well sort of running down the hall stopping in from of rooster her little pacifier in her mouth as she help her little arms out at the man . Almost spilling  the coffee and food on nat when he shoved them in her arms. 

“ hey belle my little princess  how are we this morning “ he heading off into the kitchen as the followed after nat still eyeing jake suspiciously .  she ate the food  they bought leaving nats iced coffee for when she was driving as they talked away  about all different things filling the space as she moved around getting ready  once she did get  belle dressed and  gang heading out the door as  jake and bradley  where talking about the game coming up  that when her head spun to the  men . 

“ got my jersey ready “ she smiled brightly  and proudly  . 

“ your a football fan?” both men asked shocked. 

“ i grew up only girl in house filled with boys most time what you think “ she rolled her eyes .  “ you guys wanna come over watch it ?” she asked. 

“ oh your bigger than ours tv no brainer . 

“ good belle is going to my best friend cara’s for weekend  she like take her time to time give me a break but help it her aunt and my sister in law “ she smiled. 

“ wait means we can bring you to the hard deck after game “ phoenix eyes lit up . 

“ i guess it does better get going i’ll see  you at the hanger “ she waved.

Nerves once more hit as she parked  her car seeing  Mav standing with another man she knew as admiral beau simpson  one she spent going back and forth with on to get her well here . she honestly didn’t think it would end as it did but seems as though the man really did think she was the best. 

“ hey peach good to see you , you excited for your first day ?” Mav walked over. 

“ yes sir i am ready to go “ she beamed. 

“ captain mitchells been telling me you’ve been spending time with the dagger squad already that good to know your team “ beau nodded eyeing her up not expecting well her since most of their contact was over the phone. 

“ their great bunch sir , very welcoming “ 

“ you know i can’t believe it i noticed only after we talked it was you far gone since  the little girl i seen all those years ago “ he nodded as they began to walk in . 

“ sorry ? “ 

“ i was stationed in texas for little bit back in the day your grandfather was my commanding officer was even around after you were born “ he smiled. 

“ wait a  second … your dude tripped up the clown at my birthday party cause he scared hell out of me .. bowie “ her eyes went wide. 

“ bowie ?” Mav looked between the two . 

“  beau .. bowie  cause heroes it made sense when i was kid “ she shrugged. 

 “ hows your mom “ he asked more softer a look in his eyes  that didn’t go unnoticed by mav . 

“ i think she’s in vegas or L.A  not too sure don’t hear much from her “ she shifted awkwardly . 

“ well we will let you get to work kiddo  please bring little one to hanger sometime love to meet her” he nodded . 

“ will do she will lose her little mind “ she snorted. 

“ i’ll be there in a minute you go ahead “ mav patted her shoulder and she headed off seeing the other standing waiting for her. 

“ you knew her ? “ mav asked. 

“ course i did  i mean not til after and look more into her file  ,  was stationed there from since before she was born till she was six “ 

“ her mom …friend of yours “ 

“ in a way look …“ 

“ what way beau ?” 

“ she and that loser spilt for a while she cleaned up her act … thought we would be …  then i found out she and he still  ..”  he never was nervous man , yet here he was stuttering to mav. 

“ is she yours ?” he finally asked . 

“ no  no i was told she was mikes , leah said  she was certain “ 

“ your not too sure are you  why not reach out and see.. shit is that why you brought her here trying to make  up years of not being around “ mav stood . 

“ no i picked her cause she the best ,the fact she could be my daughter is no play in this now keep what we talked about to yourself i need to figure if i wanna do this “ 

“ do what beau pretend to be the  hero of  her childhood or another father in her life that didn’t bother  … yeah i’m not going to be the one to break that but we both know what you should do because she not alone she got a little girl  “ he scoffed walking off no even knowing where to even process the information he had just learned .   

Beau felt sick , he’s been feeling sick since he discovered who she was til her brother reached out asking beau to look out for her then it all came crashing reality. Knowing what he knew and added possibility of being a father and grandfather, he should of made it known all those years been a man but he was young and wanting to rise in ranks the immaturity evident even back then.  He never lost contact though part of him couldn’t and yet the coward in him would converse with others than her . now here she was  , seeing her daily  was it just the better thing of getting to know her again before dropping the bombshell or should he rip the band aid off but she could quit and go leave before he even got the chance to know the woman she was the whole thing was big fucked up mess with a bow tied on top .  so now he was sitting in his office trying to convince himself later would be better  , later bought he more time .  

She didn’t know why she was so nervous moment she got into the hangar she was straight into work almost bouncing around the place  . she wondered how the  machines were even running  first was nats  as she spotted the landing was more shaky then other although they were still no better as she  climbed the ladder getting to work . she also noticed the shit in pete mitchell the man was looking at her like she looked at dogs on those shelter commercials , at one point she was sure he was going to hug her before patting her back and telling her she did a good job as she and rooster eyes followed the man confused.  As she walked into the cafeteria she almost surprised when admiral simpson called her to join her as they other looked even more confused. 

“ family friend “ she shrugged . 

“ we’ll see you after “ nat smiled although her eye looked back to the admiral something didn’t sit right with how the man was looking at her it wasn’t good or bad but it was weird. 

“ sir how are you “ she smiled softly taking a seat . 

“ please kid call me beau or bowie if you want” he chuckled nervously. 

“ with all due respect even if you were my grandfather i would address you as sir at work “ she shook her head. 

“ ok ok fair enough how have you been i can’t believe the little girl  i used to know was the one  battling it out with me on the phone “ . 

“ negotiating  with you on phone , i’m good i mean i got belle and she is light of my life and my brothers  , i guess you heard my grandmama passed away “ she sighed a little sadly. 

“ i did when i got home i was deployed at the time no contact i wish i could of made it “ 

“ it’s ok her own daughter didn’t even come but i got other family that did that’s all that matters “ she shrugged. 

“ belle she what two ? “ he asked shifting seeing her eyes starting to well alittle but mention of her daughter had her beaming again . 

“ yeah she is ,  she is  cutest little thing everyone says she like me , benny is sure she is my little clone wanna see a picture “ she asked already pulling her phone out .  

“ y-ye-yeah  “ he hand held out as he looked down he could of sworn he was looking at her as a baby  making his chest tighten and guilt and every emotion building up more and more before he handed back the phone . “ she’s beautiful i’d love to meet her , what about her father does he help ?”  . 

“ nah my ex husband is currently  remarried on other side of the word he wasn’t ready for a baby not many are but hell she has me and my brothers adore her , dagger squad do as well even thought it been so short of time she is obsessed with them all “ she chuckled  making him smile only to look up see mav glaring at him . 

“ you got married ?” his eyes widened . 

“ stupidly yes i thought it would give belle the father i never had you know “she shook her head laughing how stupid she was at the time  they weren’t even in love at time but she thought it was right and so did he til reality set in . her words hitting him like a freight train . 

“ oh shit i have a meeting erm here “ he stood almost throwing his card . “ text me and we will have a catch up properly saturday ?”  . 

“ i’m busy but sunday before belle comes home she going to benny and cara’s for the weekend “ she stood .

“ great see you then “ he rushed off only for her to head to the others as mav passed by her giving her that strange look again . 

“ what’s with that man “ she shook her head.  

The rest of the day was easy enough little repairs here and there  as they all praised the fact their jet were running the best they have in a long time .  she was full of grease and oil by end of the day and ready to hit her bed she was so tired.  She picked up dinner before she collected belle  who seemed to be as tired or so she thought the new lease on life came the moment she stepped in the door as she set the toddler down  plating up their food she washed her face and hands first getting the oil off throwing on sweats she needed to wash knowing she would shower once the toddler was sleep and when the time did come  she didn’t even savor it  more a quick in and out washing the day away so she could get into her bed wondering what the week a head would hold fo her .

The week seemed to breese by each morning jake of all people showed up breakfast in hand til  come the fourth time she just opened the door letting him in as she went to get belle and herself ready while he was plating up the food . seemed it wasn’t a morning thing it was a quick and fast friend ship growing during the week it was sometimes him alone or with the dagger squad then thursday cara called to say they were coming earlier to get more time with belle so now she  she was sitting in her car as she saw her brother and cara  waiting only off one flight and ready for another .

“ y’all crazy doing this “ she hugged them both . 

“ we missed her and you .. wish you were coming too “ cara pouted . 

“ i will next time ok , you be good girl ok mama will see you in couple days “ . 

“ enjoy the break peach  … beau get in touch ?” he asked . 

“ yeah i see him everyday sometimes we get lunch why ?”

“ just asking  , oh i put in the request hopefully hear back soon come down here “ he smiled as cara rolled her eyes . 

“ we will be down here he ain’t gonna stop til we are”she laughed. 

“ we better go love you peach we  see you monday “ he called as she turned. 

“ but i thought it was sunday ?” 

“ it was we didn’t no whoops see you monday oh and i’m staying for couple days check out the base “ he added. 

“ why couldn’t you text me ?” she asked. 

“ because you come up with reasons to say no “ he smirked . 

“ by belle baby be good for aunt cara .. be an ass for benny “she rolled her eyes kissing the tot one more time before handing over her things . watching them walking she could see benny looking back giving her sad smile  then she sat in her eyes crying  to which she didn’t know why it was only couple of days but still  it was her baby .  she wiped her eyes and head to the hard deck knowing she promised to meet the guys their  after telling them belle was going maybe it was the distraction she needed . It also made her wonder of her mother how the woman was didn’t feel like this , belle was going for a couple of days and she was lost completely but her mother was able to leave and no take a look back it was astounding how she could do that . she pulled up to the hard deck it  felt different from the day they went  when it was closed people starting to head in as she saw jake standing outside a woman already talking to him  . 

He didn’t remember this chick and yet she was all over him like they did maybe  he was a hound dog. He wasn’t out here for her , he was waiting y/n  all day he could see  it eating away knowing she was thinking of some way to cancel and keep belle at home must of been hard on her that was for sure then he seen her car pulling up as he ignore whatever her name was . he watched as she was approaching the force smile on her face didn’t hide the redness of her eyes . 

“ i’ll see you in there if your not already to busy “ she chuckled looking to  the woman throwing herself at him before heading in the door . never was he embarrassed by his exploits hell he bragged about them like he was at a championship but now , now he was  telling the girl no  and heading in thinking off how to explain his way out of it not that he had to but he did in a sense . he seen her standing at the bar chatting away to penny and he could see them all looking almost waiting and  now he definitely was rethinking his policy on single moms because he couldn’t stand them looking at her like that , like he would with every woman he had met now this was different . 

“ i’m so fucked “ he groaned heading to the dagger squad instead of to the bar where he really wanted to go instead. ignoring the woman calling his name or his friends watching him like a hawk all he knew was he was well and truly fucked.

[alltimefail]

This song, "For Forever" was on George's Edwin playlist (he said so in a Cameo) and holy fuck it's perfect for Edwin and Charles.

Knowing the current fate of our beloved show it stings a little extra hard to talk about, but not in a bad way and I want to talk about why that is. Warning that I'm going to wax poetic here, maybe definitely cry a little along the way, but please stick with me. 🖤

These boys have a bond that is special; it defies hell, rejects heaven, scoffs at the classic tragedies with a molotov cocktail in hand, rewrites the expected "bury your gays" trope (surprise, the gays came back as ghosts!), and says fuck a soulmate - I willed this, I chose this, I chose you, fate may have brought us together but I stayed with you and I'd do it again. No one can change that they are together for forever, two friends having a perfect day every day because the other one is there. They'll always have each other in every universe, they'll be together until the end of time and not even death herself can (or would) split them up. For Charles and Edwin it's just sky for forever, inside jokes, silly dance sessions, late night games of cluedo, reminiscing and confiding, puzzling cases, paperwork, infinite backpacks to organize, spells to master, books to read aloud (Edwin doing the reading of course while Charles enjoys), and long walks to wherever, whenever, because they've got nothing but time.

These two silly ghost boys will have the promise of endless possibility, content with the life they've made in their death, just letting the world pass them by for forever and it's everything, better than a life either of them could have ever imagined. Charles and Edwin have known so much tragedy and injustice in their respective lifetimes, they know loss intimately and are constatly fighting tooth and nail against the many forces that try to separate them along the way, but they still choose to do good, to help others, and they are happy because the reward is enough: the ability to bask in the light they've found in eachother is more than enough. Regardless of how you interpret that love, it is truly eternal and pure... so much so that it honestly makes some of the greatest love stories and epics pale in comparison.

All that to say, every time we talk about these two and tell their stories (through another television adaptation, through rewatching season 1 and analyzing every little detail, through fanart, through the comics, through their appearance in doom patrol, and so on) we only add to that cosmic universe that they'll exist in forever. Their story doesn't end with the Netflix adaptation, just like it didn't really start there either.

"You say 'There's nowhere else I'd rather be, and I say me too... we just talk and take in the view."

That line ⬆️ is the essence of the boys whole dynamic, and you know what? That is really fucking beautiful. The whole drive in this song - its steady, epic build and sensational crescendos that convey excitement, awe, a little bit of uncertainty, and an abundance of unbriddled emotion - is exactly how Charles and Edwin's dynamic feels and it's a goddamn treasure, a fucking whirlwind, a blessing to witness. Frankly the love they share is worth celebrating, it's worth honoring and creating for because it's breathtaking, pure joy, warmth, and unyielding devotion. It's a one of a kind story with two boys who will always come to each other's rescue, who will do everything in their power to make sure the other is okay, who will accept each other and pick each other up every time and love each other enough in death to make up for all the people who dared to not see the brilliant light they shined in life.

Netflix may not want to tell their story any more, but we can. We can keep making art, writing fics, supporting Jayden and George who brought our boys to life - and Kassius and Yuyu who gave us their sensational living counterparts as well. I know I love these dead boys and their alive girl companions and that their story will always mean the world to me. I love their love, the found family they've created, and all the residual joy and inspiration it causes; but most of all I love that they've brought us all together in our own little found family. No one can take that from us, nor can they take that from the writers, cast, and crew who put everything into starting this legacy.

So let's do what we do best and get back to our work...for forever, yeah? Maybe another streaming service saves our show (and that would he fucking mint, aces, BRILLS!!!!) but at the end of the day, fandom can immortalize this story.

There's still cases to solve, rights to wrong, jobs to job! No reason to stop just because Netflix mucked this up royally. ���💀

[dont-offend-the-bees]

The Kind of Light That Means Just Love (When My Baby Smiles at Me)

Had a prompt in writing group today and felt moved to write a sweet little Charles/Edwin fic! 1.4k, no warnings ^_^

Also readable on Ao3 (for registered users only - sorry, it's a last-ditch flimsy anti-AI scraping measure!)

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Edwin blinked, partly in surprise – partly to dislodge the blots in his vision left behind by the sudden, rapid flash of white light that had danced across the pages of his book. He looked up to find the culprit grinning at him from across the room.

“Charles,” Edwin admonished, gently closing his book with a finger tucked between the pages to hold his place. “I have asked you to stop fooling around with that contraption and get some work done.”

“I have been!” Charles defended, gesturing broadly at the higgledy-piggledy array of items around him. Evidently, taking stock of the contents of his bag of tricks was an expansive task. “Taking a break.” He snatched the small square of paper from the Polaroid camera and began to shake it with abandon.

Edwin rolled his eyes. Ever since they’d acquired that camera as payment for a job ‘well jobbed’, Charles had scarcely put it down. Edwin, admittedly, had been intrigued by it at the start – it was certainly a testament to how far photographic technology had advanced since his own life and subsequent death. It was quite fascinating; seeing the slow, hulking monstrosities he’d been forced to sit rigidly still in front of for aeons in his youth, compressed into such a portable and efficient form. But after a few days of study, digging around in its component parts, comparing its output to that of sepia-tinted newspaper clippings from his day – as well as the baffling digital displays on Niko’s portable telephone – the novelty had worn off, and he’d turned his attention to more pressing matters.

But Charles remained enamoured. He’d had the thing slung round his neck for at least a week, and showed no signs of taking it off anytime soon.

The amateur photographer in question grinned infectiously, as the chemicals on the paper settled. “Ah, yeah. That’s a good one, that.”

He held it up proudly, and Edwin was treated to a lovingly framed image of the chair in which he sat, with an open book floating above it.

“I hardly see why you bother,” said Edwin, crossing his legs the other way and letting the book fall open on his knee. “Neither of us show up in photographs. I highly doubt that’s going to change with repeated exposures.” And a good thing, too, as Edwin hadn’t consented to be photographed in just his rolled-up shirtsleeves. His states of improper dress were quite strictly reserved for quiet, studious evenings in the privacy of their rooms; unlike Charles, he had standards with regard to flashing every dip and plane God gave him in mixed company.

“Well. Thought that counts, innit?” Charles bounced to his feet and over to the secondary cork board that had recently been added to the office. Unlike the first, which was full of case notes and theories, this one was exclusively populated by Charles’ photographic whims. The only faces that appeared were those of their living friends – Crystal, Niko, even one snap of Jenny wearing stiff shoulders and a reluctant grimace while Niko hugged her from the side.

Charles and Edwin featured only in the notable absences. Empty chairs, floating objects, the spaces between their friends in the group shots. The only one in which they were ‘visible’, by a loose definition of the word, was the one where Charles had insisted they cut eye holes out of white sheets and drape them over their heads. “Like Beetlejuice!” He’d said; and he’d sounded so excited that Edwin hadn’t even asked him why on earth one would juice a beetle, or what it had to do with playing dress-up.

The new photo found its home amongst a cluster of similar absent Edwins – a floating magnifying glass, an empty desk, a hand of Cluedo cards with no holder. “Brills,” Charles grinned, stepping back and crossing his arms to admire his collection.

“I really don’t see the point of this exercise,” said Edwin. “Who’d even know that’s a picture of someone?”

“I know, don’t I? I can look at these and be like –“ he pointed at the floating magnifying glass image – “That’s the time Edwin got all fussy about Niko’s rent contract ‘cause he thought her landlord was pulling a fast one. And this –“ his finger moved to the Cluedo cards – “This is the time Edwin knew what the answer was for forty bloody minutes, but he held off on making his accusation because he wanted to watch me go round and round in circles, like a knob. See what I mean?”

“Is your point that you keep these as evidence for blackmail?” Edwin asked.

“No, point is, I remember.” Charles tapped his forehead. “Got it all in here. Don’t need a bloody photo to remind me what you look like, do I? Seen you every day for the last thirty years.” He cast Edwin a flippant smile, soft round the edges like the warm browns of his hooded eyes. “Know your face better than I know my own.”

Edwin ducked his head, tamping down on the peculiar feeling in his face and stomach. Like an abrupt upset of the humours – an anomaly of the ectoplasm. At least, that’s how he would’ve characterised it some months or years ago. Now, he was more than painfully aware that it was probably more akin to the spectral equivalent of… blushing. Lord help him.

“Then why take the photographs at all?” Edwin pressed, setting his book aside and giving Charles his full attention. He winced at the sharp tone of his own voice. It was quite unintentional – he had no desire to judge, only to understand.

Fortunately, Charles knew his voice as well as his face. He shrugged, unoffended, eyes roving over his collection. “We’re still here, ain’t we? Not alive, but… we should have memories too, yeah?” He reached out, twitching the corner of a photo. One of Edwin – or the absence of him. Him and Niko, that is. Edwin remembered it well; remembered Niko perching birdlike on the arm of his chair, hugging his arm, nudging her head against his and beaming for the camera. She’d insisted he pose his fingers alongside hers, although in the end result of course only hers were visible. One half of a broken heart.

“Shouldn’t just be for the living, should it?” said Charles, smiling that strange, sad little smile of his at the picture. The one he was so careful not to let people see. “Making new memories to keep.”

Edwin rose, stepping carefully over Charles’ assorted chaos to join him at the board; and Charles watched his advance with that easy, open curiosity on his face. When Edwin’s hands clasped around the camera strap, Charles bowed his head and let him take the device without a fight.

Sometimes, his trust felt as real and visceral in Edwin’s hands as a living, beating heart. But now wasn’t the time for poetics.

Quickly reacquainting himself with the various switches, Edwin held the viewfinder to his eye, framed his shot, and took the snap. Charles did a remarkably good job at not flinching with the flash – but Edwin supposed this style of photography had been more commonplace in his lifetime. He just stood and watched, bemused, as Edwin retrieved the photograph and gave it three short, sharp shakes.

When the image of their photo board revealed itself, not a Charles to be seen despite the fact the camera had been pointed squarely at him, Edwin cocked his head and contemplated it. He had to concede that Charles had a point; though there was no Charles in the photo, Edwin could easily fill in the gaps himself. How could he not? He’d watched the white light paint Charles’ familiar, beloved features; highlighting the amused twitch of his lip, the fond warmth in his eyes. The glint of his gold chain against his white vest, cutting stark across the warm tones of his skin. The confused acceptance with which he’d stood perfectly calmly, waiting for Edwin’s motives to reveal themselves.

Edwin stepped up to the board and held out his hand. Wordlessly, Charles dropped a drawing pin into his palm.

“This,” said Edwin, glancing sidelong at Charles as he carefully pinned the photo up beside the silly shot of the two of them in their butchered bedsheets. “Is the time Charles made a surprising amount of sense; whilst talking utter nonsense.”

Charles smiled, brighter than a camera flash; the after-image of which Edwin would be carrying on the backs of his eyes for days to come.

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Hope you liked it! Comments and reblogs are super duper appreciated! ^_^ 💛

I have no idea if I'm gonna write/post more fic for these guys, tbh my interest is relatively casual atm and my time/concentration is limited, plus at any given moment I may be lured in by the siren call of horror movie fic on my alt account. But they're very sweet and I have the odd plot bunny so we'll see!

[alecthedevil]

Bat cow in the dining room during breakfast! (No this is not my guess for cluedo its context.)

Jason: Well well well. Look who's too good for cereal now!

Tim: He's trying to impress the cow.

Damian: Don't be ridiculous!

Bruce: Damian I am not comfortable with this situation.

Damian: Father what was I supposed to do?! I had that crazy dream and it was raining!

Bruce: Well I had a crazy dream there wouldn't be a cow's A- S- S in my face when i'm eating breakfast!

Jason (to Tim): I know what that spells

Tim: Ass

Jason: Ass.

Jason: Hey Bruce! ASS

Bruce: Stop it!

BONUS

Duke: One breakfast. I want one normal breakfast.

[kjmcotton]

December on the couch | Kjm

Kim Junmyeon x fem!reader

Plot:you and your best friend,Junmyeon,decide to entertain yourselves in a different way

Warnings:dom!Junmyeon,fingering, unprotected sex (don’t do this at home!!),18+

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Author’s notes:the first Junmyeon os is finally out!! I couldn’t wait anymore to write for my ultimate bias. This story has been in my drafts for a while but now here we are. Enjoy!

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“We’re best friends,we love each other completely”

The sun was disappearing behind the buildings of a cold Seoul. It was December:the month of presents and Christmas trees,but also of snow and fever;that was why,after studying all day with your best friend,Junmyeon,you had decided to cook pizza to warm yourselves up;and,since it had been snowing for days,you also proposed him to sleep on your couch that night.

After accepting your offer,Junmyeon sat next to you,welcoming your legs on his lap while scrolling through his phone.

“Aren’t you cold?” he asked,his fingers stroking the soft skin of your ankles:the only things protecting you from the low temperatures were an oversized sweater and a pair of white socks,but you were more than okay with that,your house was a warm place.

“I’m used to it,and it’s not cold in here” you replied

Junmyeon nodded,putting his phone on the table in front of you

“Anything we can do to pass the time while we wait for our dinner to be ready?” he then asked.

You started thinking,giving a glance to the ceiling

“I’ve got Monopoly,Cluedo,Uno…” you counted the games with your fingers,stopping any now and then to think about what you had in the house.

In the meantime,Junmyeon was staring at you,still stroking his fingers along your legs,going as high as he could

“Stop” you giggled. He was tickling you.

“Why would I?”

“I don’t like being tickled,you know”

“That’s why I’m not stopping” he moved his body weight in order to top you. His hands slipped along your legs,sliding under your sweater,up to your tummy

“Stop! I said stop!” you were laughing in front of a satisfied Junmyeon who knew he was playing with your weak spot.

You grabbed his shoulders,trying to push him away,but you achieved the opposite as you dragged him closer.

Suddenly the laughters stopped.

Junmyeon looked into your eyes,licking his lips. His breath was warming up the skin of your cheeks while the delicate smell of his fresh clean clothes filled your nostrils. How much you liked it. You didn’t remember the last time you were that close;maybe it happened only once,in high school,when,without even knowing why,the two of you ended up kissing in the backyard of the school. It was your first kiss…and also the best you had ever received.

“I’ve got something better in mind than Monopoly” the boy whispered with his usual silky voice.

“W-what is it?” your breath was stuck in your throat. The distance between your lips got shorter, until they touched.

Junmyeon’s thumb found his place on your chin and tilted your had on the side. The kiss was tender,as tender as Junmyeon himself had always been. It seemed like he had no rudeness in his body.

“Junmyeon-you mumbled his name in the kiss as he distanced himself of a few inches to let you speak-we’re supposed to be best friends…”

“We are. We’re best friends,we love each other completely” he talked,sliding his hand underneath your sweater to satisfy his need of skinship.

At those words you bit your lips,with your breath getting heavier. You immediately understood what he had in his mind,but it had been a while since you had sex,which made you feel unconfident,that was why you were reluctant in fucking with someone you knew so well. You were scared of being judged. However,on the other hand,you couldn’t deny that your whole self was screaming its attraction to the boy:your lower body tingled as soon as your skins touched and a not unusual need of feeling him close had risen inside you.

“Everything will be fine,I promise you” Junmyeon whispered into your hear,kissing the side of your chin before reaching your neck. You instinctively moved your head aside to give him access,thinking about how easy it was for him to read you. You were an open book to him,which was incredible considering you had never been someone whose feelings were easy to understand.

The boy’s lips started sucking on your skin,drawing purple marks everywhere. Behind your hear,under your chin;he even lowered the neck of your sweater to leave hickeys on your collarbone . He was the painter while you were his canvas,and you liked it,damn if you liked it.

Your hand interwove in his hair. Eyes shut as you were enjoying his fingers wandering all over your body. He started drawing lines on your skin,going up,until he touched your breasts. A whine of yours filled the air.

“You like it,angel?” he demanded,looking at you from under his lashes. You nodded:flushed cheeks and a slightly open mouth were already adorning Junmyeon’s painting,it didn’t matter if he was just at the beginning.

“You look so pretty when we cross our lines. I wish I could do this more often” he said,lifting your sweater up to kiss the skin above your white pants. Another moan escaped your mouth.

“Take this off for me,you don’t need it” he said,and with that you were now naked under a needy Junmyeon. Embarrassed,you blushed and tried to cover yourself,but the brunette shook his head and moved your arms aside.

“There’s no need to hide:you’re so beautiful. I wanna se everything” he gently kissed your lips,while his hands found their way to your breasts,touching your soft flesh. The contact of his skin with yours seemed unreal and perfect,how much you liked him.

“F-fuck-you panted,throwing your head back-I-need you Myeon”

“I need you too sweetheart-he grabbed your hand,squeezing it in his palm before letting you touch the buldge in his gym trousers-look what you’ve done to me”

“Ohw” that was everything you were able to say. Junmyeon was slowly and gently driving you to the edge. It was so much in character for him:he had never been bossy,he spent his entire life leading people with calm and knowledge.

“I’ll do it for you” you talked in a breath of sound,stroking your fingers against the cloth of his trousers,but Junmyeon shook his head,blocking your hands above your had.

“No angel,I didn’t tell you so. Be a good girl”

“I’m-I’m sorry-“ you tried to talk, but you got interrupted by his free hand sliding in between your legs.

“You’re so soft” he whispered,caressing your entrace. You squeezed your thighs around his wrist,trying to find some relief as your lower body was tingling like crazy. You also tried to free your hands,but his grip was too tight.

“Don’t make me mad,princess” he whispered,glancing at your fingers

“I’m s-sorry…I just…Myeon-“ your voice was low,small as you made eye-contact,noticing how eagerly and sweetly he was looking at you. There was something with him in that moment,something that you couldn’t understand but that made you believe that no man in the world was as beautiful as Kim Junmyeon was.

“What is it angel,you don’t like it?” he kept moving the palm of his hand up and down,along the cloth of your pants. You shivered as your chest became heavier and your breath shorter. Saying that you had never touched yourself without thinking about him doing that for you would’ve been a lie,because you did,unwillingly maybe,but you surely did many times.

“No…I like it. I think I like it too much,Myeon. Please I-“

“Don’t be impatient-he interrupted you,moving your slip aside as he started stroking your clit-good girls are always rewarded”.

Your mouth widened as he started drawing circles with his index. You threw your head back,shutting your eyes. Your body was slowly getting filled by pleasure. You weren’t used to that feeling anymore.

“I know what you’re looking for,princess” he whispered to your hear. His butter voice embraced you,rising your body temperature so much that you felt like melting. You whined,then the boy slid his fingers inside you.

“Myeon-“ you could barely talk as his index hit the right spot,the one which sent you on cloud nine. He was so great at making you feel good.

“We’re almost there babygirl,do it for me” he murmured as you were getting wetter and wetter,until you reached your release.

Junmyeon looked at you from above,a smirk appeared on his lips as he licked his index:

“You’re so tasty princess. Shall we carry on?”

You were panting so much that you couldn’t answer,you just bit your lips and stared at the boy with your big needy eyes that spoke for you. Junmyeon’s hand grabbed your chin as his thumb caressed your pinky lips;he then took his shirt and your pants off,spreading your legs to eat you.

“Myeon-” a loud moan escaped your mouth as his tongue started playing with your clit. His fingers deep dug in the flesh of your thighs while yours interwove in his brown hair. He seemed scared of losing you,as if you would’ve ran away and left,but you would’ve never been able to do such a thing,not with him pleasing you so well.

You were a mess of whines and moans while begging the boy do to more:you wanted everything he could give you.

Junmyeon’s head rose as he licked his lips,getting on top of you once again.

“You’re everything I’ve ever wanted-he whispered,taking off his trousers-but now you have something to do for me. Will you,beautiful angel?”

“I will do anything…-you panted-anything you ask me,Myeon”

“Good girl-he grabbed your chin-from now on I want you to look at me. Will you do that,sweetheart?”

“I-I will”

“That’s what I wanted to hear-he kissed your lips-you’ll like it,I promise”

Junmyeon held you by the hips. His hands perfectly fitting your waist,making you believe that no one else in the world should’ve taken his place on that couch,nor on your bed.

“Are you ready,angel?” he asked in a whisper;you nodded,and with that he finally slid inside you.

“Oh my God..” you whined,staring in his beautiful chocolate eyes. You could see the lust in his dilated pupils while he thrusted inside you. His pace was slow,precise,and gentle. He went deep,hitting the right spot.

You held onto his well built shoulders,scratching them a few times while breathing faster and faster.

“Tell me you belong to me sweetheart” the boy talked,his eyes still chained to yours

“I-I do Junmyeon. I-I belong to you and no one else”

At those words shivers of pleasure went along his spine,making his movements sloppier. You knew he was close,and so were you.

He gave a few more thrusts,they were rough this time,but you liked them:they took your breath away.

“I don’t-I don’t wanna hurt you…” he murmured,without breaking eye-contact

“But-I-I really like it…” you replied,feeling Junmyeon’s grip tighten on your body before a loud moan escaped his mouth,preceding his release

“Fuck…-he whined as his seed filled you. He couldn’t hold on if you talked to him like that,with the soft needy voice of yours that made his head spin-now-he stuttered still on his orgasm -now one more time angel,come one more time for me…”

“Oh my God…” you moaned out loud,following him with your climax. The idea of you being his and him being yours,only yours,was your biggest weakness,but you had realised it only on the spot.

The two of you started at each other for a few more seconds before you moved your body aside,letting Junmyeon lay down next to you.

His chest was moving up and down,fast,as he was trying to catch his breath. His forehead was sweaty and his hair were messy,but you swore he was ethereal.

With a gentle shift of his body,Junmyeon stretched one of his arms out so you could rest your head on his shoulder. You did so,wrapping yours around his waist while a hand of his rested on your back,caressing your skin.

Junmyeon looked at you,there still was a hint of lust in his eyes:

“How much I wanted this…” he whispered in your hear,making your heart skip a bit

“Have you?” you asked,in a breath of sound

He gently grabbed your face,making eye-contact

“You’re all I dream about” he talked,placing a kiss on top of your head before hearing the timer for your pizza go off in the kitchen.

[mar3ggiata]

professional help, c3. preview

simon riley x original character.

abstract: Simon here, I saw Jude again, she's still going on about her theories, whatever. it's not even funny anymore and she has some weird secret I want to find out… still, she's a fucking menace to society. idk what's wrong with her probably got dropped on her head on purpose as a kid. don't blame the parents.

trigger warnings: violence, sexual assault, mentions of rape, trauma, sexual themes, swearing, use of alcohol and drugs.

song to listen to when reading this: The Fruits, Paris Paloma.

In the end, she did hear back from Price. An email. 'Scherzi!' She shouted out loud in her apartment. She sat down on the couch and Jinx hopped on with her, sniffing her laptop. An email from the captain, an invitation to a briefing, to discuss the situation. Tomorrow after your last session at 5pm. 'No vabbe, me fa parià…' she mumbled and wrote back that she would be there.

'So, I wanted to update you on your patient. We spoke with him and three other soldiers about joining us to the next mission in Al-Jareena next week but he refused. Well…' he stopped, rubbing his beard in clear distress. 'He got up and came up to me saying his injury is not fully healed and he will not be able to get deployed. So I told him we needed him and he started to get nervous and left the room in a hurry.' She listened without intervening. 'I know you have an appointment with him one day before we leave. I was wondering if you could let me know if you find out something about this, he's required to leave with us, otherwise we'll have to report him. His doctors cleared him.' He showed her a piece of paper, sliding it across the table.

'Too risky.' It was Simon that spoke. He was British, his voice was deep. He had been debating on intervening in the meeting from the moment Price asked him to be present. He asked him cause he trusted him, and valued his opinion. Jude could have been informed and educated with her little theories and stories, but she didn't know how things worked in the army. This wasn't Cluedo. She had the same attitude when she walked in the room, maybe a bit less stiff. He took his time exploring her. Her pretty green eyes, her nose, her neck. She wore a blouse this time, with grey trousers. She still had those shiny high boots. She had her hair up, a blonde ponytail. He looked at her jaw. She had a mole on her cheek. He shook her hand, he could smell her deodorant. Her skin was warm, soft. He liked talking to her. Her voice still sounded weird, he couldn't pick up a particular accent. He understood she would't let it go.

'I think you're waisting an opportunity.'

'I think you're thinking too much about it.'

I think I want to brake your neck. She was mad now, he could see her, he could feel it. They weren't listening. She stood up and thanked the two for inviting her to the meeting, she assured them she would keep them updated. Her smile was fake, she still wanted to be polite even thought she thought they were both fucking stupid. Ghost didn't feel guilty for going so hard on her, he looked at her leave while she was trying to hide her anger. He said what he really thought, that was what he had been trained to do. 'What's her deal?' he asked the captain on his way out. 'Jude?' the man looked up, then shook his head.

notes: translation: 'Scherzi!', you're joking! 'No vabbe, me fa parià' Naples dialect for 'you're making me laugh'.

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[lottes-little-place]

Hi Lotte! I really appreciate your recolors, thank you so much for them! I hope it’s alright if I ask you a WCIF (If not I’m sorry, just ignore me). In your /post/677462109644341248/ of your beautiful pub, I see the BV round table in cluedo wood, and also the Nightlife bar and counters in what appears to be the same cluedo wood. I haven’t found cluedo recolors of such items, so I hope it’s okay for me to ask where did you get them please? Thank you again and sorry for any trouble.

Hey Anon!

Thank you so much and of course it's OK! You are my first WCIF request ever too, so I'm feeling honored and very excited.😁

I never shared those recolors because they were "tests" and very quickly made with only that recolor to see if it fitted the pub. I was planning to do the other Cluedo woods as well, but I was never truly happy with these and also lost interest.

As I'm writing this I'm loading in the lot and they don't look as bad as I remember? They're not perfect and it's only one color (Cluedo Dark Woods), but I miss sharing stuff so I'll just upload the whole folder (I'll change some of the file names though, a lot of them were just called something like "test").😄

OK, looking at the files the stuff I recolored for that pub was:

Some of Criquette's Tower Inn stuff (wall and ceiling stuff).

Some of AroundTheSims's Irish Pub stuff (bar and podium).

Customer’s First Dining Table from Bon Voyage

"Castanoga" Counter by Wood You Believe Furnishings from Nightlife (and its matching island counter) (no dirty states)

I think everything is pictured here (since then I've installed this default file by Shasta so that's why my counter has clear glass and silver accents, it looks gold like the podium and bar without that file).

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[larsons-shattered-eyeballs]

Part 48 live-blog lets GOOOOOOOO

Not even a minute in and Arthur’s already coughing up blood. Damn

“You need to rest” John you are speaking to a brick wall right now. Do you really think that Arthur Lester, a man who was an alcoholic during the prohibition, will listen to you?????

Five bucks says that suit of armour is haunted

OooooooOOh the codependency is CODEPENDING!!!!

WHO THAT IN THE BAAAAAAAAAAACK?????

ANOTHER ONE?????????

WHO ARE THESE PEOPLE????????????

Ok so no one knows who the guy who invented them here is. Great! Totally not suspicious at all!🙂

I do not know if the places these people are from are real or not, and I do not care to know

A WEEK??????????

SOMEONE PLEASE GET THIS MAN SOME BRONCO STOP I CANNOT DEAL WITH THIS COUGHING NO MORE 😭😭😭😭

Why is a friar here?????

Y’all this shit be suspicioussss

A WITCH????? ANOTHER ONE????

Wait a damn minute. New music just dropped

US????????????

Why does stoic guy sound like the grand viser from the Order??????

SHE BLIND??????????

Well, it takes a blind person to know how to get past another blind person soooooooo

OH MY GOD CAN ARTHUR STOP DYING ALREADY?????

HOW ON GOD GREEN EARTH HAS IT ONLY BEEN TEN MINUTES??????

Oh no, the Frenchman😟

I DO NOT LIKE THE SOUND OF THOSE VIOLINS OH FUCK

Yeah we’re fucked

Oh so the lord is here

Oh Shit is the lord Kayne????

ANSWERS FOR WHAT?!??????

WHAT DO YOU MEAN???

Wait. The cracks? Like part 25: the cracks????

HOE WHAT TF DOES THE LORD SOUND LIKE ARTHUR??????????

Decorum??????

WHAT QUESTION???????????

Nah cuz why this kinda accurate of Arthur tho???

If I had a penny for every time I use a question mark in this, I would be able to pay for all of our therapy

……..is this a coven?

Oh finally we have a doctor here👏👏👏👏

I have a feeling that every one here except the friar is lying about their past….

OH MY GOD WE FOUND THE BLACK STONE🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉

HOW??????

TOMORROW??????

Rip Barnobos, you lived a good life, now you must die

Arthur Lester: the man all religious men love

“And which god is that?” Arthur, what do you imply by that?

Damn what nvm what I just said, Arthur cannot pull every religious man; unfortunately

Arthur “Warren” Lester: Making clergymen question their faith since the 1200’s

Broski doing a persuasion check😭😭(it didn’t work)

Moyda time!!!!!!!!!

I thought for a second that the friar was gonna kill Arthur for a second there

Ohhh never mind he is

Finally!!!!! Arthur’s admitting that he isn’t good physically at ALL !!!!!

Well, who’s dying tonight?

FUCKING CULTIST AGAIN 😡😡😡😡

Somebody’s got to goooooo!

Oh Shit murder

MURDAH!!

“We’ve got to touch that body” okay that’s just freaky my guy

CLUEDO TIME!!!!!!!!!!!

NOT THE STOIC DUDE😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Ten bucks says the Frenchman

Change that to 150

ITS THE FRENCHMAN I SWEAR

It defo wasn’t a suicide

Arthur detective mode: activated

Ooooooooh theft

It’s a very cultist thing to kill your brethren okay?

Oh okay so it’s either the friar, or the frenchman

DITCH THAT GODDAMN RING PLEASEEEEEE

STOP BEING SO STUPID AND GET RID OF THAT RING

Handy for what?

Barnobos is being susssssss

Yep it’s the frenchman

bro drunk words are sober thoughts, he’s telling the truth

Count on them? How?

Messy?? Wdym messy???

I’m scared tbh

Oh lord what happened?

How bloody is it

The religious imagery here is really something

Are we gonna get Arthur religious trauma in this arc????

No ring

Fuck

The Frenchmen is SUS

Bro anything can be used to slit a throat, do these people played cluedo.

DAMN BROS LEADING INTO THE STEREOTYPES NOIOOOOII

NAHHHH ARTHURS FUCKED

HAMILTON REFERENCE??????

Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!

Ohhhhhh we snitchinggggggg

Can we sacrifice Barnobos now please

Detecting time!!!

Oh shit something about to go down

Lord Everon loredump let’s go!!

Ohhhhhh self disfigurement

Oh shit This be FUCKED

OH SHIT LANGUAD CAN FLOAT

“Worship” how

“Some of youse don’t even know the names of the entities you are worshipping” I do, his name is John

Damn, he really does not give a fuck

OH SHIT THE FRIAR IS GONNA GET THEIR ASSES

OH SO IT WAS BARNABOS

OH FUCK NAH

(Sorry if I completely butchered their name, I’m just going off audio alone for this)

[saintsenara]

I always love hearing about people’s fandom and reading/writer journeys especially since they usually involve some very cursed content and fun navigating ‘90’s and ‘00’s tech. Where did you start, what got you hooked, how have your tastes changed over the years, what made you decide to go from reader to writer? 💖

thank you for the ask, anon - and you’re correct that my experience was one of cursed 2000s technology, given that i started reading harry potter fanfiction via the twin madhouses of livejournal and fictionalley - nothing ever tagged beyond "lemon!!!1!" - on the family computer using dial-up internet.

[god bless the fact that the parents of my generation had no inclination to care about what we were consuming online - one of my brothers was a huge fan of rotten.com, and he's perfectly well-adjusted...]

my reading tastes were, initially, lord of the rings focused - i still think* about a particular elrohir/námo mandos fic which had me in chokehold when i was about fourteen - but i was as big a harry potter fan as anyone of my generation [shoutout in particular to one of my pals, who spent the entirety of a geography trip in 2006 speculating what the unknown horcruxes could be with me while we froze our bollocks off in some godforsaken bog in county antrim]. so it wasn’t a surprise, i suppose, that i was clicking on any fanfiction links i could find for that series too…

[the fic which has stayed with me most profoundly from those days was called something along the lines of murder at malfoy manor. it was on fictionalley and was this exceptional combination of the rules of cluedo and the ron-is-time-travelling dumbledore theory. it was incredible.]

but i wasn’t a writer. i was one of those science-y, not-like-other-girls teenagers who was performatively really cunty about other girls who liked to write little stories or draw little pictures, which i thought was fundamentally unserious. the fact that i was an avid consumer of these stories didn’t make me question what the fuck i was being such an arsehole about…

because i loved a bit of fanfic, and not only did i love fanfic but i demonstrably had a fandom presence and was clued up on fandom lore - i could quote my immortal, i knew what a snape-wife was, i was on a forum or two - although i went to great lengths to avoid anyone in my real life discovering that. and i do feel extremely proud of myself that i have a reputation among people i know for not having been particularly cringe as a teen [how little they know… i’ve just got a good poker face.]

i lost interest in harry potter when i went to university - i started uni in 2010, when it was still socially acceptable to be really into it, and i definitely went to my fair share of themed parties in the first couple of years, but by the time i graduated in 2016 [i did medicine, so it’s a six-year slog] i’d not opened the books, watched the films, or thought about the fandom in years. i remember rolling my eyes at the number of people i know who went to see cursed child when it first opened. bit cringe to be in your twenties and into harry potter, isn’t it?

[lol. lmao.]

but a global crisis changes things, i suppose.

like so many people, i got back into fandom during the coronavirus pandemic - although, regrettably, not because i was stuck in the house. i don’t think i’ll ever be able to accurately describe what it was like to work in a hospital in 2020, except to say that by the time i got home each day the only thing i could do other than stare blankly at a wall was lose myself in the comfort of media i knew well and its memories of a simpler time. and once i’d re-read the books a few times… well, it was only a matter of time before i was scrolling ao3 at 3am.

and, because my ego hasn’t changed even if my relationship with my own gender has, it did not take a lot to convince me that i could write stories which were just as good as the ones i was reading.

you can be the judge of whether i succeeded.

[*i’m being coy. i have it bookmarked on ao3]

[batsplat]

#and i don't really ever like to touch this unless i absolutely have to but... early 2012 cannot have been an easy time in his life#cf his profile pic at the time

Just technical curiosity since i haven't seen the original, what was valentino's profile pic at the time?

Also, I don't know if you have talked about it or if you would like to talk about it, but I wanted to hear from you about Sic and his riding style. And if you have any opinion on grief and how it affected Vale. Of course its sensitive and if you have any qualms talking about it please feel no pressure!

and... idk man, idt I have anything particularly insightful to say about him either as a bloke or his riding style. obviously some tragic irony to the general opinion that he'd calmed down a fair bit by the time of his death... but I don't know what I could meaningfully say about him that isn't common knowledge anyway. when people say he was the highlight of the 2011 season - both in generating talking points but also just in terms of racing - they are right... just another element that makes the 2011 season not particularly enjoyable to me, for all my love for its champion

about the impact his death had on valentino, sure, I have my thoughts. I think valentino has tried to strike a delicate balance between honouring his dead friend and running away from that grief as best he can. I think riders have to become very good at compartmentalising those feelings. racing in welkom in 2003 a few days after daijiro kaito had passed, a bloke valentino had known for years and had gotten drunk at honda events - the work done after that to establish the safety commission. tragedy outside of racing, like the suicide of valentino's stepfather the day before the race where valentino quasi-sealed his last title at phillip island 2009 - a death he was asked to comment on after saturday practise. misano 2010 and standing in silence on the podium with jorge and dani in front of the jubilant crowd celebrating his podium, having just been told of the death of moto2 rider shoya tomizawa in parc fermé. valentino obviously wanted a good race at valencia 2011, but instead he was taken out in a multi-rider pile-up in the first corner - one that must have been particularly scary at the time. not long after he was involved in the accident that killed his friend. I think it won't have been easy during a period when he was struggling anyway, and I think it's telling how much the persistent rumours about his retirement after sic's death clearly bothered him. I think he tried to remove himself from the loss as much as possible, and I wouldn't be surprised if the stories of him keeping his distance from sic's father in the aftermath were true. I think that the experience of losing sic did hit him hard, did probably change some things permanently for him, will have continued to affect him going forwards. I think it will have made his relationship to fear, which he believes to be a non-negotiable element of his profession, no less complicated. I think it's very like valentino to integrate it into the story of forming the academy: a positive way of paying tribute to sic, a way of sharing his emotions in only the most restrained and narratively neat way - he missed sic, he'd been searching for meaning, this had given him something, sic was the first student of the academy - and I think it probably did help him process for himself what he had gone through

but above all I think that it is none of my business how he dealt with it. obviously, when I read this stuff, it's not like I can shut off my brain - and I do have my suspicions about the effects it had going forward. which is all well and good, but it's also where I personally draw the line. I don't want to do my usual process of playing cluedo and reading the tea leaves over two throwaway interview lines over the response to the death of a real human being. similarly to how I don't want to speculate about parental relations beyond what riders themselves have willingly told us, at the end of the day I am going to limit myself to what valentino has actually said on the matter. it was a painful loss, he wants to honour sic, it did not make him want to retire. valentino clearly doesn't want to pour out his soul to the public on this matter, and honestly I think that's probably the correct choice. he is entitled to dealing with his grief in his own way, he is entitled to the privacy of his emotions. this is one subject where I have no wish to pry

[breadtheft1796]

‘lo!! just wondering if u have any gomens fic recs,, if its alright to ask for some ofc >_> love yr blog <3

aww, thank you so much! <3 and i do. be mindful of the tags on some. i've put them in order of rating. happy reading!

ask, and ye shall receive by ariaste (g, <1k) canon compliant, crowley's 'oh...' moment, short and sweet (and the first go fic i ever read)

from eden ('til armageddon) by ikarakie (g, 3k) post-s1 canon compliant, crowley's journal ends up in a museum, lots of pining and very sweet

8,003 new messages by sazzylj (g, 6k) post-s2 canon compliant set after az goes to heaven, az opens 6000 years of backdated prayers, very tender

four cups of wine by borealowl (g, 56k) post-s1 canon compliant, az and crowley befriend two jewish lesbians and get invited to their holiday celebrations, a ridiculously lovely read

you're gone and heaven cries by imagined (t, 15k) s1 canon compliant set during ww1, az joins the war as a nurse, very angsty, another all time favourite

resurgam by holrose (t, 13k) human au set in ww2, their relationship develops over time, very tender with a touch of angst

the capacity of you by leilakalomi (t, 7k) canon-divergent throughout history, az can feel and take on crowley's pain, hurt/comfort

what about hope? by appleseeds (m, 27k) modern day persuasion au based between 1989 and 2009, very nostalgic for me as a working-class brit and one of my all time favourite go fics

rattle those pots & pans by mackaley (m, 33k) clue (1985)/cluedo murder mystery au, very funny and well structured ft. multiple endings

moonlight serenade (extended) by tawnyowl95 (e, 26k) also a human au set during ww2, crowley waits for az to come home, heavy angst but beautiful

ineffable affairs by tawnyowl95 (e, 3k) part-human au, demon crowley and human az have an arrangement, angsty and bittersweet and the writing is gorgeous

metheglin by nightbloomingcereus (e, 7k) canon compliant set during 537ad in wessex, pining while sleeping together

i'm also going to be cheeky and rec one of my own:

echo & the bunnymen ft. vivaldi (m, 3k) canon compliant, 1980s flirting and unresolved sexual tension

[themagnusbane]

Murder at the New York Institute

Title: Murder at the New York Institute

Artist: @la-muerta

Rating: Mature (Chapter 7 only. Will give a heads-up)

Pairings: Magnus Bane/Alec Lightwood, Clary Fray/Isabelle Lightwood, Jace Herondale/Simon Lewis

Word Count: ~27k

Summary: Pull out the Cluedo board they said. It would be fun to play they said. Nothing could possibly happen on Samhain they said. And now, Magnus and Alec, Clary and Izzy, Simon and Jace have been pulled into an alternate New York Institute, with no powers, no idea what has caused it, or who has brought them there. Oh. And there’s been a murder. Except, can you kill a dead man twice? And can Valentine Morgenstern just SHUT THE FUCK UP!

This fic was created for the Shadowhunters Reverse Bang 2024: Presented by the @malecdiscordserver

Prologue: Simon Lewis

“Do baby warlocks go trick or treating for Halloween?”

“And a good evening to you too, young Shelly,” Magnus answered with a bemused smile, hands waggling in the direction of Simon’s coat, sending it floating gently over to the coat hanger, where it folded in on itself and out of the way. 

“Shelly? Really Magnus?” 

The High Warlock of Brooklyn shrugged with a smirk, and spun around on his heels, walking out of the hall and to the lounge where he leaned over and placed a kiss on his boyfriend’s lips. 

Simon thought he caught a murmured “Still haven’t lost that sugar tooth huh, Alexander”, but was immediately distracted at the sight of his boyfriend, back arched, ass out, knees digging into the mat, head curved with his chin pointed in the direction of his chest, then pushed back out at the same time he pulled himself into a plank. “Since when did you start doing Yoga?” Simon asked as he dropped onto the couch beside Clary and handed her the gift-wrapped box. 

Her eyes widened in glee as she pulled out the pencil she’d stuck in her hair, to punch a hole in the wrapping paper and tear into it with the ferocity of a cat digging around in its litter box. 

Simon shook his head at his best friend’s antics, jerking his thumb in her direction as he made his apologies to Izzy. “Sorry Izzy. I tried to raise her right. But as you can see,” he shrugs, “Some behaviours can’t be unlearned.”

Izzy laughed, “I love her anyway.”

Clary blew kisses at her girlfriend, and blew raspberries at her best friend, as she  squealed so loud that it startled Jace, who tumbled back onto the mat, stomach heaving as he tried to catch his breath. 

“Yoga is hard,” he panted. 

“But incredible for your flexibility,” Simon responded, eyes running appreciatively over the sweat-drenched tank top, that rode up to reveal taunt muscles, and sweat-slicked skin. He noticed the flare in his boyfriend’s eyes as Jace caught him staring. Simon licked his lips and smiled. 

“No!” The words were followed with a throw pillow hitting the back of Simon’s head. He turned around to glare at Magnus who was wagging his fingers at him. 

“If I’m not getting laid tonight because all you heathens are currently in my apartment, and I can’t have some much-needed alone time with my boyfriend. NONE OF YOU are getting laid either.”

“Yeah well. Tonight’s for playing games anyway,” Clary crowed, as she finally got rid of the wrapping paper and waved the Cluedo board in the air. “I can’t believe you nabbed the Murder at Boddy mansion edition!” She motioned at Magnus to clear a good enough spot on the lounge floor, and Magnus indulged with a sigh, vanishing tables and chairs and the cute little side table that held Simon’s glass of blood. 

Thankfully, he sent the glass floating over to Simon first. Simon grabbed it with thanks, taking a deep drink and then wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. 

“Y’all better not start without me,” Jace declared, heading in the direction of what Simon assumed was most likely the guest bathroom, with the way Magnus magicked a towel to intermittently smack the back of Jace’s blonde hair as the latter flipped him the bird, without bothering to turn around. 

“Well, while Jace does his thing, can someone explain what on earth this game is about?”  

“Obviously, Alexander. There’s a bloody murder in the Boddy mansion,” Magnus replied with a grin. “And it’s our responsibility to figure out whodunnit. Right?” He turned to look at Simon who nodded as he gulped down the rest of the blood, held out his glass to Magnus who magicked it away with a flick of his fingers, and settled beside his best friend, hands reaching into the bag to hand out the miniature murder weapons in it. 

“Magnus got it in one.” Simon smiled at Magnus’s crow and continued speaking. “The game takes place in Boddy’s mansion, and it is up to the players to figure out who murdered Mr. Boddy, where he was murdered, and with which of these murder items,” he jerked his head in the direction of all the miniatures that have been laid out evenly; six of it, for the six of them in the apartment. 

“Yeah. But that doesn’t make any sense though,” Alec grumbled, holding up the miniature lead pipe and turning it every which way in his hand. “We have no context for any of these characters. Why are we at the mansion? Why is Boddy dead? Why can’t any of them reach out to the police? Like I know the mundanes are absolutely useless at solving these cases,” he inclined his head in Clary’s direction. “Luke isn’t a mundane, so he doesn’t count. Plus, I’m sure that’s why his percentage of solved cases is high.”

Clary shrugged, “Pretty much. Yeah.”

“So why not go to their mundane police,” Alec continued. “And most importantly, why should they care that this Boddy person is dead? Is he a friend or something?”

“Nope. Matter of fact, he’s been blackmailing our characters. They each have a secret that he knows about, and he’s been blackmailing them for years,” Clary replied with a smile.

“More reason why they should collectively agree to bury his body in his yard, and do it together, so one person spilling the secret would damn them all. Bound by a secret, they will all have to keep their mouth shut and make sure nobody ever hears,” Alec said. 

“Yes. But if that happened Alec, there won’t be a game now would there,” Izzy pointed out. “And from what Clary and Simon have said about this Cluedo game, it’s a pretty high-selling game. The mundanes clearly love it.”

“The mundanes clearly have no sense,” Alec grumbled. “Of all the things they could be doing with their time. Playing a murder game, that is illogical in its execution. What a waste of time.”

“Don’t forget money too, Alexander,” Magnus cooed. “They actually paid money for it.”

“Exactly!” Alec shouted, throwing his hands up in exasperation. “Imagine spending money for this nonsense. To playact morons who don’t know what’s good for them, or the best thing to do in the situation.”

They all burst into laughter, Simon holding onto Clary as they watched Alec splutter, against Magnus’s lips as he was kissed. 

“Alexander. It’s just a game.”

“A very boring game if you ask me,” Alec muttered.

“And what would you suggest we do otherwise Alec?” Simon asked with a laugh. He caught soft footsteps and held up a finger to stall his boyfriend. “And hunting demons isn’t a good enough answer either.” He waved his hands in the direction of the blackout, sound-controlled curtains that kept their party away from the noise and bustle of the rest of Brooklyn. “All of you agreed that Halloween is the worst possible time to go demon hunting with the ways the mundanes keep trying your senses with the costumes.”

Jace gave a grunt as he dropped beside Simon, and Simon caught a whiff of aftershave before cool lips pressed against his. A little nibble, and he opened his mouth to catch the slide of Jace’s tongue against his, as callused fingers sinking into his hair. 

He made a happy noise and was about to dive deeper into their kiss, when he was suddenly met with cool air, opening his eyes to find Jace on the other side of the room, and Magnus giving them both an absolute look of disgust. “I repeat. No fucking. No making out. If I’m not getting any,” He wagged his hands at Jace, Simon, Izzy and Clary “None of you are either.”

“Really Magnus.”

Magnus crossed his arms. Face not budging an inch. 

“Alec!”

“My boyfriend’s apartment. His rules.”

“Yeah, say that with a little less smugness,” Jace grumbled. “Asshole.”

Simon caught Alec’s grin as it widened and shook his head. “Fucking peas in a pod,” he mumbled. “But as I was saying, this is the best we’re doing tonight. The four of you agreed,” he pointed at Alec, Jace, Izzy and Clary. “Let the other Shadowhunters handle tonight. Enjoy your night off and relax. Please.”

“He does have a point Alexander,” Magnus said, magicking a new glass of margarita for himself, and took several sips before adding. “I just don’t know why either you or Clary thought bringing a murder board on the night that the veil is thinnest, for us to play, was in any way a good idea.”

Clary laughed. “Come on Magnus. I mean… It’s a Cluedo board, not a portal to summon spirits. A Cluedo board is nothing similar to an Ouija board.”

“Plus, you’re the High Warlock of Brooklyn,” Simon pointed out. “What’s there to be scared o—” The rest of his words were cut off by the throw pillow that hit him right in the face. 

Simon turned to gape at Magnus. “Magnus!”

“You actually did that,” Clary laughed. 

“Without MAGIC?!!!!” Izzy screeched. 

“Your boyfriend didn’t use magic,” Jace told Alec, eyes wide in surprise and delight. 

Alec shrugged. “Why waste his magic when you all are being idiots?”

“Thank you, Alexander. Only you get me.” Magnus turned back around to look at them, pointing his finger at Simon. “You think I’ve lived this long by messing with powers beyond my control?” He waggled his hands at the space over his head. “The universe is vast. The powers that govern it even more so. The only way to survive is to acknowledge that.” The hand came back down, running down his length from the top of his head, styled into a black and purple pompadour with blonde highlights, to his high heel brogues. “Yes, I am pretty powerful and spectacular.” Simon watched him smile at Alec’s hummed assent. “But I’m not the only powerful downworlder in the world. Nor am I the most powerful downworlder. There are forces with power greater than mine. You all need to remember that.”

Simon moved the throw pillow, handing it over to Jace as he threw his hand back in a salute. “Gotcha.”

Clary passed around the playing characters. “Everyone gets one.”

“Who’s going first?” Izzy asked, waving her character at her girlfriend. 

“Miss Scarlett”, Clary and Simon said in unison, as they both glanced at the character in Izzy’s hands. 

“Roll the dice, Izzy” Jace said, moving around to sit beside Simon, fingers sliding against Simon’s, until both their fingers were intertwined together. “You good?” He asked.

Simon nodded. Mouth opening to respond, when the dice hit the board, and everything went black. 

[djsherriff-responses]

You know what Disney movie who’s world building bothers me?

Onward, you have a movie about a fantasy world where magic falls out of style due to technology. Okay that’s interesting but the whole world is just a copy of our world but with elves, Fairies, orcs and stuff and that’s honestly so boring. Their world and history would be so different that their tech would likely be unique to that setting.

I mean honestly I think having a world where there’s a spell that allows you to talk to deceased family members would definitely not have magic be forgotten but gripes like that aside its literally just our world but with a slight fantasy coat of paint.

For example we see a Centaur and he drives a car not a vehicle made for centaurs but just a regular human car that a regular person irl would drive. That’s boring and raises several questions. Would have been much more interesting and fun to design a car built for centaurs like it could motorized horse carriage.

Yeah I really didn’t like watching onward, never even finished that movie it’s world building annoyed me that much so no clue how the plot line with the dad’s walking pants ended (so obviously I’m gonna be missing information)

Especially since most of the magic lore was passed own through….. a DnD parody game of all things, that’s like the only way future generations knew about WW2 was through Cluedo

I think stories like American Dragon or Xiaolin Showdown do a way better job of having magic co exist with modern society ,while without having to go into in deep detail the way onward would have to do it to make its own setting work. In both stories the magic/mystical stuff that goes on in the plot is disconnected from the lives of the majority of people, so unless you’re actively seeking that stuff out or stumble upon it by pure coincidence, the average person in the setting won’t even know magic exists

There isn’t really much of an explanation in Xiaolin Showdown for why the magic conflict isn’t common knowledge ,but there is implications that theres been efforts behind the scenes to ensure it’s self contained. In American Dragon magical creatures have been hunted down by various groups, most prominently the huntsman , so in American Dragon it makes sense for why New York is our world despite having magical creatures in it , because the magic is trying to hide to protect itself

I know someone is going to point out this comparison makes little sense because American Dragon’s magic is hidden while in Onward it’s lost knowledge. But in American dragon mermaids using water tanks and wheel chairs to travel makes sense in the set up that mermaids are in hiding, while in Onward there’s a mermaid deserted on the middle of the lawn in a kiddie pool because…. Why , exactly? How is she gonna get out of that?

Even going with our real world comparison we still have a lot of traditional methods of doing things (like cooking and sewing) despite technology progress. Even if you wanted to make magic out as something difficult and old school, I seriously doubt something that can bring back the dead would only be passed down through a board game if there was no outside factors against it existing

I don’t really like the show anymore but the first three volumes of Rwby actually did this really well. Technically it was Dust and semblances which was not counted as magic (as that was a separate thing apparently) but the set up of people using what’s essentially magic glitter to upgrade their already ridiculous anime logic armoury of “rule of cool,fuck you” to fight each other and monsters is a far more fun and interesting way to explore magic and technology in a setting than “uh, fairies got bored of being able to bend rainbows and forgot to do that in favour of watching the kardashians”

[mmaurysiek]

I used to do a party trick where somebody would hand me an item that belonged to them, and I would tell what the item says about its owner

see, "sherlocking it", or "inductive reasoning" plays a huge role in my everyday life, as I re-figure out what I'm doing, who is the friend that I'm talking to right now, what was the last and the next step of whatever work task I'm doing, have I had any water or food in the last ten hours, what is the subject of the presentation I'm giving right now, which part of the website I'm making do what again, what bus stop am I travelling to, are there spices in this soup already, how many people am I cooking for again, what ingredients I do have that are edible now (without reliable sense of time, it seems like they spoil randomly), what bank card am I typing the password for and do I currently have enough money there to cover the groceries, etc.

it's a key skill when you keep being thrown into the middle of situations and have to figure it out from there without letting people around know any of it, because they get very upset if you do. "if it were important (to you), you'd remember", people say

(and then they get upset despite all the guessing, because knowing the date of their wedding doesn't mean you spotted on time that the yesterday's date was the same; time is harder to figure out than people are – time changes around without enough physical cues to re-guess it precisely enough: I can't just look at the sun's position and figure out it's a Thursday, but that doesn't mean I'm excused from knowing it's a Thursday)

and then there is the random remembering of stuff not connected to the situation at hand; that thing I said in middle school was too careless; I have a halfway-done craft project... somewhere... (is there like five years worth of dust covering it?); oh, I don't know which immune response that animal would have to this thing and it's been urgent to check that at some point so I might as well do it now! don't remember why it's urgent but it is (have I studied this for a test a couple decades ago?)

some things are easier to figure out than others.

when I'm sawing through a marked piece of wood with all the tools and materials and sketch of a plan laid out next to me – that's pretty self explanatory.

when there is a form in front of me that I can't even put cue-dots on because it's digital, where was I? oh, it's a tax form, the bit that asks which tax office it belongs to is empty, where am I living now again, let's look at the map and what options are there.

when someone is asking me about my age? let's check what the current year is and calculate it from there.

when I have pet treats to give to one of my friends and only one of them has cat hair on the coat – that's a nice easy one!

is this jacket already worn or fresh outta laundry? let's smell for clues.

in a way, I'm near-constantly playing a very mundane cluedo / amnesia trope game starter xD

the curse of adhd:

i will remember with absolute clarity, when the thought strikes me that i have a text to send someone, that this is the fourth time in three days i've attempted to send this specific text

i will forget, in the time it takes me to pick up my phone, that i picked it up intending to send a text