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He Doesn't Deserve You | A Jeon Jungkook Series | Chapter Eight

Summary: Jungkook shows you how you deserve to be loved but you're still doubting yourself Pairing: Noona reader x Jeon Jungkook (She's 28 and he's 22) Word Count: 3.1k~ Warnings: Smuuuuutttt and explicit language lol a/n: Sorry I edged ya'll for so long but I wrote all day just to get this out! That you for the people who sent me asks about the story because I definitely took a lot longer to update than I thought I had (I swear I either update too soon or wait wayyy too long) p.s. Barely edited so please have mercy on me lol Start from the beginning

"Lift your hips for me love" he says while caressing the outside of my thigh and I do as he says. He places a pillow under me, angling my hips just how he wants them, giving him a better angle this time.

He takes time to study my body, almost as if he was committing it all to memory.

"Stop doing that" I whine, getting embarrassed by his heated gaze and he chuckles dryly as I use one of my feet to push him away by his shoulder. "I'm sorry I can't help it, you're just so beautiful" he mumbles and I have to choke back a sound I would be embarrassed to let out as a reaction to his word alone. Not wanting to let him how much control he has over me and my body.

"I want you" I say, sitting up and grabbing him by the neck to pull him down on top of me to stop this waiting game. He responds with kisses laced with almost a sense of desperation, him now showing physical responses based off of my words.

"You have no fucking idea how long I've been waiting for you to say that to me" he says against my lips and that same fluttering feeling stirs up inside me. I open my eyes as he's just resting his lips against mine and see that he's looking at me and I turn my face to the side but he pulls me back towards him and caresses my cheek.

"How long have you known I wanted you?" he asks and the air in my lungs disappears, not knowing how I'm supposed to respond to it. "A while" I choke out and he nods his head resting it against mine. "Thank you for not leading me on" he says and he doesn't give me a chance to respond as he's pressing his lips against mine and driving me crazy as his fingers start to toy with me again.

"You sure you want to do this?" he says, pumping two fingers in and out of me before adding another one making me tense up at the stretch but soon I'm putty in his hands again. "Yes please fuck Jungkook please I want this I want you" I say, emphasizing the last part since I know it drove him crazy just moments ago.

I hear him curse under his breath before he get off of me and takes off his shirt, flashing those jaw dropping abs I was sure he had. Nothing insane but just enough to show me how well he takes care of himself leaving me wracking my brain trying to figure out what I did to deserve a man like him.

Once he takes off his jeans and boxers I know I'm done for, leaving me gulping at his size.

"Don't worry, I won't hurt you" he says, taking note of my apprehension as he gets on top of me again. "But what if I want you to hurt me?" I question, testing the waters and seeing how far he would push me. "No none of that. At least not tonight. I don't want any of this to be brought back to him" he growls out, hating the fact that he's even mentioned him.

"I want to show you what you actually deserve and I want you to know that I will never treat you like that" he says and goes back to playing with my entrance, drawing figure eights around my clit to help me loosen up for him.

I whine and he laughs, knowing exactly how impatient I'm getting, "I know pretty, I know. I just don't wanna hurt you" he says and drags his middle finger against that spot I've been dying for him to get to all night. "Fuck right there" I groan, back arching off the mattress and he does it again making my breath hitch, knowing this is only the beginning.

"So greedy. Just trying to get you ready for me and you can't even appreciate what I've already given you. Noona I thought you knew better than that" he taunts and I moan when he hits that spot again. "Does my Noona like being talked down to?" he asks and I let out a breathy yes, not being able to comprehend everything completely but knowing I'll love anything he'll give me.

"Noted" he says under his breath, tucking that bit of information in the back of his mind to use later but knows he wants to treat me differently tonight.

He rubs his cock head up and down my fold and I can't help but purr at the feeling, so addicted to him already and knowing that I'll never want anyone else but him.

I watch him with his brows pinched together, concentrating and also getting lost in the feeling. The vision of his cock running through my folds is a mesmerizing scene that he hardly wants to stop but once I start to wiggle my hips in frustration he knows that he's toyed with me enough.

"You sure you want this?" he asks again, once last confirmation of my consent and although I'm glad that he's being careful I just need him inside me already. "Fuck yes Jungkook please" are the words that fall from my lips, accompanied by a moan as he's started to press himself into me right when they've left my mouth.

My eyes squeeze shut as he inches inside of me and once his head is all the way in I let out a breath and he stops, resting his forehead against mine and waits for me to relax. "Can I keep going?" he groans out, holding back being so hard for him with the way I've been wrapped around him.

"Yes just go slow" I breath out and he does as I say, something about this moment almost makes me feel like a virgin again. The sounds, the sensations, the way he touches me, it all feels too pure and so new, as if he was scared I might break.

My breath hitches a few times as he continues to push in but once he's bottomed out and has hit that spot I let out a moan, feeling close to cumming already.

He gives me a few more seconds to adjust, his breathing even shakier than mine making me feel the need to check on him.

"Jungkook what's wrong?" I ask, surprised as to how I can even speak with him buried this deep inside me but my want to take care of him stronger than any high I might be seeking. "N-nothing it's just been a while" he chuckles, muscles in his back contracting and I can tell how much he's been holding himself back.

"You can move" I breathe out, happy knowing that he hasn't been with someone in a while and also that he's putting my needs before his own.

"Shit Noona you feel so good" he says as he rocks back and forth into me. A deep and sensual rhythm rivaled to Tae's harsh and sharp one, making sure I enjoy it rather than hurrying to simply chase that high.

"You're so perfect for me" he say, mumbling every little thought that comes to his head, praising me and making me drunk off his words, bringing me closer and closer to release with every thrust.

"Kiss me" I say, my moans and breathy gasps getting too embarrassing for me to listen to anymore. He obliges but only for a moment, kissing me breathless but pulling back again so he can watch as my face contorts with pleasure.

"Fuck you're so pretty" he says, thrusting harder now, driving me up the wall and knocking the wind out of me as he picks up his pace. His eyes darken when I open mine and look at him, drunken lust written all over my face and with the pace he's drilling into me at I can't even pretend to hold back.

I wrap my legs around his waist to tell him to keep going, my nails no doubt leaving red scratch marks on his back, in an unintentional response to the purple marks he had sucked into my skin. My neck, breasts and torso, covered in proof of the time and effort he put into worshiping every part of me.

He rocks into me over and over again, the sound of him getting more and more vocal showing me that he's getting close as well, letting myself relax from trying to hold off my high as every little thing he's done has dragged me closer and closer to that edge.

"S-so close" I choke out and he chuckles, kissing me before telling me to let go. "Go ahead, show me how pretty you look when you cum" he taunts and at that I'm soaring, moaning his name over and over, unintelligible words accompanying it making him drill into me harder, the knowledge of him fucking me dumb driving him wild.

"Can't even remember your name can you Noona? Only thing in that pretty little head of yours is mine now" he growls and his hips stutter, leaving him biting onto my neck to muffle his voice as he cums inside me.

He fucks himself though his high leaving me whining in overstimulation and he soon pulls out and looks at the mess we've made.

"So swollen" he says, playing with me and pushing his cum back inside. "Jungkook stop it hurts" I say pushing his hand away from me and he stops immediately and lays down on his back, pulling me on top of him as we catch our breaths. The only sounds in the room besides us being the clock that sits on the wall, time passing by and reminding me that if I don't play my cards right this could be the last time this happens.

"Are you okay?" he asks after our breathing has calmed and we've been stuck in silence for what I'm sure might've been a little too long for him.

I hum in response, not really knowing how to feel. "Did I hurt you?" he asks, his heart rate picking up audible to me with how he has me rested on his chest, letting me know he's scared he's done something wrong. "No Jungkook I'm fine I just..." I trail off and he sits up making me do the same and I sit there with my head down, not knowing how to voice my emotions.

"Do you regret it?" he asks, tilting my chin up so I can look him in the eye but once I do I can see vulnerability written all over his face, praying that I'll say no but knowing that even if I do there's a small part of me that might be saying yes.

"No I don't regret it I just don't know how to feel. I never thought that I would be the kind of person who would cheat on my husband" I voice and he hums in response, making moves to get off the bed but I grip onto his wrist.

"Where are you going?" I ask and he gives me a sad smile, "I was going to get you a towel so you can clean up. I thought you might want a second to think before we actually talked about this since I can already tell that you might feel like this wasn't the best decision" he says but when I open my mouth to say something I can't come up with anything to combat what he's said.

He nods his head and guides my hand off of him, kissing the back of it before letting it go, my arm falling limp onto the bed while the thoughts of me hurting him plaguing me with even more guilt than the fact that I cheated.

I don't know what I'm supposed to say to make this right.

He comes out of the bathroom that we had been in at the start of all of this with a warm towel that he uses on me after he guides me to lay back down, apologizing when he's pressed a little too hard, forgetting for a second how swollen I had gotten.

He throws the towel in the laundry basket in the bathroom and comes back to the bed and sits next to me, running his fingers through my hair, no doubt trying to help me relax instead of stressing about all of the emotions I'm feeling flooding though my mind.

"Should I go home?" he asks and my eyes widen, knowing for a fact now that I really have hurt him enough for him to want to leave. "No, please stay with me. I'm sorry I just don't know what's going on" I say truthfully and he nods, leaning down to kiss me but instead of on my lips this time he places one on my forehead, withholding a sense of intimacy that I might not want to continue to have with him.

He asks me where some fresh sheets are and tells me to go to the bathroom and he'll have the bed ready again once I get back, giving me another opportunity to think things through.

I cheated on my husband, a man that for as far as I know has been cheating on me for years and now I cheated on him. What I did though wasn't out of spite but the need to be with someone who truly cares about me. Someone I desire and desires me but not just my body. Someone who wants me mind, body and soul. Or at least I think he does.

Do I really deserves someone like him? Someone so pure and kind and selfless when all I've caused him is pain and heartbreak. I knew that he was falling for me and I entertained him anyways because he was kind and young and handsome but I never intended for things to go this far.

Am I happy that things turned out the way the they did? I don't know. Do I want to be with him? Yes. But I don't think he deserves to take on someone with so much baggage. He's still young and already has so much on his plate and I don't want to be the person who adds more onto it.

Would it be wrong to be selfish for once? Would it be wrong to fall for a man that's fallen for me even with all my doubts and flaws and hesitations? I don't know the answer to that but I want to. God I want him more than I ever thought I could want someone.

He's shown me what it feels like to be loved. Does he love me? I don't know but his actions have shown me he cares about me more than someone should care about a friend. More than a man should care about a woman who he hardly knows.

"Noona" I hear accompanied by a soft knock on the other side of the bathroom door. "Is everything okay?" he asks, concern truly laced through his tone and I rush to finish up, needing to be with him. I answer with a hurried 'yes' and then once I leave the bathroom I make certain to show him that he's done nothing wrong.

"I'm fine, I promise" I say, and chance a kiss to which he melts into, the tension he had once felt dissipating. "I'm sorry. I just didn't know how to feel after everything that happened between Tae and I before you showed up and then after he saw you and then with everything that happened between us it just hit me all at once" I say and he nods his head, grabbing my hand and leading me back towards the bed where we both sit down.

"Are you okay?" I finally ask, remembering the fact that I have yet to check up on him but already knowing the answer since his body language betrays him whenever he's with me. "I'm just worried that you might not want to see me again after this" he says his eyes turned down, not being able to meet my gaze but I rush to deny his claims.

"I would never say that. I'm sorry I worried you but I want you, not just physically but I want you to stay with me. Stay by my side" I say and his shoulders slump. "But you don't want to be with me" he says and I shake my head. "I want to be with you Jungkook I really do but I can't put a label on this..." I says and motion between the two of us, "until I figure out things with Taehyung" I finish and he lifts his head, needing to know exactly what I mean by that.

"You're still gonna leave him right?" he asks and I give him a sad smile before nodding again, reassuring him that I meant what I said to him back there. "Yes I promise, I just have to see what my options are in terms of divorce and the possible need for a restraining order since I know what type of man Taehyung is. I'm just afraid that you might regret trying to be with someone like me" I trail off and his brows pinch together in confusion.

"What do you mean someone like you?" he asks, clearly not seeing the bigger picture here. "Someone who has drama and is literally trying to get out of an abusive marriage and about to have a psycho ex husband that I know will be hanging around for God know's how long. I just don't want you to bite off more than you can chew" I say and he nods his head, understanding now that my hesitation hasn't been just regret or doubt but also concern for him.

"Contrary to what you'd like to think Noona I know what I'm doing. I knew from the start what getting involved with a married woman might entail but I was up for it anyway because it was you. Call me young and dumb but I knew that I wanted to be with you from the first moment I saw you" he says, looking at me with the biggest, brightest eyes full of the purest form of puppy love that I truly hope will never fade.

"Okay" I say and grab his hand while he brings his other one up to cup my face and pulls me closer into a soft kiss. One that started off as a mere peck but has slowly turned into more, a fire being lit between us and as we inch closer and closer to the flame all I can do is pray that we won't turn to ashes once everything is said and done.

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bananasfosterparent · 2 days

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The difference in AA is his soul being irreversibly gone. That is the point and this is what Larians writers have been hinting at and this is what irks people about AA. The oversexualisation and erasure of his trauma, effectively erasing him as a person. I know we're talking about a fictional character, but if we're gonna go off on the topic, saying something "doesn't matter" is just a cop-out. Astarion didn't need to be "fixed" to the point of emotional lobotomy.

I don't think it's wrong to like or prefer him, but I think it's valid to have opinion on the matter, much like you have yours.

I started to apologize for the length of this, but honestly, since you sent the message, I'm going to respond to every part of it. I'm not sorry for the rambling lol

"The difference in AA is his soul being irreversibly gone."

Okay, show me the quote/scene/dialog in-game where this canonly is said and confirmed? Where does it say the ritual will ever touch his soul or any part of the game talks about his literal soul?

And if by soul you mean the "lose who you are inside" as a metaphor, that's still a matter of opinion and not actually canonly what happens. Astarion is still himself. The "changes" in his personality are shifts to simply adjust to the company he is around. He's essentially code switching.

That is the point and this is what Larians writers have been hinting at and this is what irks people about AA.

Got it. So the point of Astarion's romance is for Larian to write a singular story that has one ending you're "supposed" to enjoy with a "morally good" conclusion, and one ending that's fun and sexy, but "supposed" to be a cautionary warning of how things "shouldn't go". Because that makes sense for a "choose your own adventure" game and that's why the romance stops with AA as soon as you ascend him, and he enslaves and compels your character and you can't continue the romance with him--OH WAIT.

The oversexualisation and erasure of his trauma, effectively erasing him as a person

"The oversexualization".... So you know my Tav's personal motivations and why she chose to ascend him? And you're confident you know I made the roleplay decisions I made because you know it centers entirely and solely around it being to sexualize him?

Interesting.

Because that couldn't be further from the truth. My Tav has an entire story for why she chose to ascend him and it has nothing to do with how sexy it makes him. And it was a story I came up with well before I knew about any of this "sexualization" concept. And as a player, I didn't ascend him because I wanted a sexy vampire. I went into his romance blind and had no idea what would happen when I did it. I ascended him because it narratively made sense for my character and their relationship. But even then, if I wanted a sexy vampire, why is that a bad thing? He's not real.

And I find it so ironic that a lot of spawn fans who are anti-AA only enjoy AA for the sexual parts of that ending. Yet, we're the ones "oversexualizing" him lol

As for "erasure of his trauma"... where do I even start? What does that even mean? lol I'm not gonna lie. You sound young or unaware, but believe it or not, in real life there is more than one way to deal with trauma. And dealing with it in a way you don't agree with doesn't erase the trauma or mean the person is pretending it never happened. Ascended Astarion very much addresses his trauma and exercises a different form of healing.

In a fantasy world, you can actually explore those other options and have the outcome work FOR you, even if it wouldn't in real life. Accepting your fate and trying to align yourself with "morally good" choices is certainly not a bad thing and one way to go. In real life, that's what I agree with, as a Christian and believer in Christ. But Faerun doesn't have a Jesus. They don't have the same real world ideas of morals. They have their own gods, their own history, their own moral perspective outside of our world. Bringing in (your perspective of) our real world morals is a valid way to roleplay, but it's not the "only correct" way to roleplay.

There is the route of overthrowing what was meant to control and destroy you, and taking control of it yourself. Taking what was meant to be against you and making it work for you instead. For me, that's what Astarion's ascension means.

A smaller example of this is if you give Astarion Gandrel's crossbrow to use.

This weapon was designed to work against vampire spawn. It allows for its user to possibly inflict Turn Undead on enemies and gives them advantage in a fight against monster types. And yet, Astarion can wield it and use it effectively. He can take what was created to hurt and destroy him and use it to work for him.

Ascension can be the exact same thing. It's not a matter of which opinion of ascension is morally right. It's a matter of which decision on ascension is right for your Tav and their story with Astarion.

...saying something "doesn't matter" is just a cop-out.

Can you show me where I said "something" "doesn't matter"? Cause it wasn't in any of my recent posts. Are you referring to one of my older ones?

Not only do I not know what part of what post you're referring to, BUT I also don't know what I was talking about, if I even said "something" doesn't matter. I don't know what that "something" is.

Astarion didn't need to be "fixed" to the point of emotional lobotomy.

I'm glad we agree on something. I've seen people claim ascension is "fixing" him (because it eliminates the negative traits of vampirism) and therefore it's weird to call anti-AA spawn fans "fixers". But the difference is trying to change(fix) his morals and view of the world to reflect a "good" worldview (the spawn ending) VS trying to change (fix) his circumstances and lack of control (helping his ascend).

AA fans do not want to change his personality or his mental/emotional state. We want to change his circumstances so that he has a place to be able to make those decisions on his own. And for most of us, Ascension provides that perspective.

Spawn fans want the same thing. But the approach is more to convince him from the inside out that he can make those decisions without ascension. And that's also true. But not more valid or the only way.

But his personality does not change in either ending. In one (spawn ending), he is able to find freedom in just being free of Cazedor and exist the way he always has with a newfound confidence and peace.

In another, he is able to find freedom in taking the helm himself, and holding all the cards to be the one on top. He finds confidence in having the power and being able to wield it, without fear of anything he's had to fear with the negatives of vampirism.

But in both, he is still the same person. He still gets joy out of the same things (killing people, having/causing/observing bloodshed, and causing some chaos), he still has the same personality. The difference is in his circumstances and how he presents himself.

I don't think it's wrong to like or prefer him, but I think it's valid to have opinion on the matter, much like you have yours.

You don't mean that. Because if you did, you wouldn't have a reason to send this anon message in the first place. You wouldn't care enough. It wouldn't matter. You wouldn't have this opinion. You would be able to see value in both endings and respect the positive perspective of ascension even if you don't understand it, without arguing headcanon points like "his soul is irreversibly gone".

Your entire message is literally you trying to tell me it's wrong to like him and that the opinion I have of him is invalid and wrong. I already respect your opinion on both sides of him. Because it's your right to how you roleplay and see him. If you respect mine, you're doing a really awful job at showing it.

Regardless, if that is your intention or not. That's what sending this message says. If you really want to say you respect AA fans for enjoying AA, then stop sending AA fans messages like this and either completely avoid AA and the fans or refrain from trying to argue against it. We can discuss it and not agree while also respecting each other's roleplay choices.

This is not a wrong vs right conversation. It's a "what's your preference?" conversation. Spawn vs Ascended should be like "what's your favorite Pokemon type?"

The sooner that is realized, the better off this fandom will be.

#anon #anon ask #ask #ascended astarion

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maybxlle · 3 days

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✧˖°. 𝐢 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐞, 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐧𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞

contains: a daughter of aphrodite panicking over our favorite white boy. and vise versa (jason grace x daughter of aphrodite!reader)

warnings: shitty ass writing, language, use of yn, and CRINGE. it's pretty bad, read at your own risk ⚠️

author's note: first fic! also, its probably gonna be bad (because i'm a shit writer 😃) im SO sorry about all the cuts! i cannot write. [send in requests y'all!] ALSO if you see any incorrections, no you didn't.

special mentions: thank you so much @canonfeminine for helping me come up with the joke percy says and @hopelesslyromanticshark because i kinda stole her formatting and her amazing advice (love ya coves!)

final word count: 2,098 words

now playing 𓏧 down bad by taylor swift

jason grace was walking outside cabin 13 when he heard you tweaking.

it was only 11am and it sounded like you had been up all night.

"y'all, you know that one song from taylor's new album? down bad? that's so me about superman." you sighed, "i don't even think he cares about me. not even a little."

"now i'm down bad, crying at the gym. everything comes out teenage petulance. fuck it if i can't have him. i might just die, it'd make no difference." you sang under your breath.

jason peeked in the cabin. he saw you hanging off hazel's bed upside down, piper was on the floor painting her nails, while annabeth was sitting in an armchair, reading, and hazel was at her desk, writing a letter to chiron about why they should have state of the art, gold-plated horse feed. they were only in the hades cabin because nico was with will in the infirmary. (awww <3)

"ma'am, we know all of this before. you never shut about hi-" piper began.

"SHUT THE ACTUAL FUCK UP BEFORE I SHOVE A FOOT DOWN YOUR THROAT."

annabeth made a condescending mom face. "yn," she said gently. "maybe you should go to sleep."

you just glared at her until she looked back at her book (rolling her eyes).

"maybe he does like me! he just doesn't know it yet." you triumphantly said.

piper snorted. you got up, and whacked her with your pillow until she fell over.

"ok, geez, i get it. cough cough bitch." piper um-coughed out.

"WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU JUST CALL ME? SAYS THE WHORE!"

hazel finally looked up, innocently, from her crazy letter, "ok, girls, let's calm down?"

you and piper obliged, scowling at each other.

"anyway, bACK TO WHAT I WAS SAYING. maybe he is in love with me, he just doesn't fucking know it yet!"

"wait, isn't superman jaso-"

"BITCH SHUT YOUR MOUTH BEFORE I GO TO THE DAMNED CABIN AND GET THE FUCKING DUCT TAPE. you don't know who the fuck is lurking."

jason took that as his cue to get the fuck out of there.

our favorite white boy RAN to his boys.

he gathered them in percy's cabin. "guys, i just overheard something."

"what? that the superman theme song plays wherever you go?” percy snickered.

while percy and leo... snort-laughed, frank actually asked what happened.

"basically, i was walking past cabin 13 and the girls were in there, right? so i overhear yn saying something about 'superman' and how this song -down bad i think?- relates to them or something."

suddenly all the boys had their thinking faces on.

"what if she's in love with the actor of superman?" frank suggested.

leo had this eerie look on his face. "grow a couple of brain-cells chinese canadian baby man. she's in love with jason."

everyone just looked at leo. "ok, think about it. who the fuck else flies here? only jason. who else flies? superman."

jason thought about it. "that would make sense since piper was about to say my name when yn cut her off-"

"WHY DIDN'T YOU LEAD WITH THAT???"

"i didn't think that yn would ever like me back." he said matter-of-factly.

to be fair, jason had a crush on you since he arrived at camp. you were so pretty but you were so lively too. your personality was bright and radiant and maybe a bit crazy. just a bit though. but in a good way!

you just radiated positivity as if you were the sun. to him you could've been.

jason didn't realize he zoned out until leo was about to shove a shoe in his mouth.

"LEO?! WHAT THE FLIP ARE YOU DOING?!"

"oh i got him back guys! you like... died." leo said.

"so you were going to resuscitate me by shoving a shoe in my mouth?"

"yeah, basically!"

jason didn't know what to say to that so he didn't say anything!

"can we get back on track?"

"yes," percy answered. "we shall."

"first things first, we already know that you love yn so much from the bottom of your heart. but how are you going to tell her?" frank asked.

jason was at a loss.

"don't worry, i'll sleep on it."

"hey sparky!" you exclaim.

"oh h-hey yn." you side-eyed him, wondering if he heard your gods-awful conversation yesterday.

then you slapped yourself. (mentally?) of course he wouldn't do that! he's your sweet little superman who you are hopelessly in love with!

"do you wanna race to the top of the lava wall with me? don't be shy, you always lose!" you asked.

"um, i don't think i can today yn, sorry."

you were a little lot disappointed. you just really liked him and he fucking rejects you??? what if you tell him how you feel and he doesn't feel the same way? what if you become the laughing-stalk of camp? “k, bye jase.”

after he left you sprinted to your girls.

"BITCHES, CODE RED. WHO HAS AN EMPTY CABIN?"

hazel slowly raised her hand. "just don't mess it up again. if piper doesn't want your foot in her face, don't put it in her goddamn face. ok?"

you scowled at her before sprinting to hazel’s cabin.

you guys took your seats from yesterday.

“JASON WAS ACTING FUCKING WEIIIIRD THIS MORNING.” you glared at piper.

“what the- wHY ARE YOU GUYS LOOKING AT ME?!” piper screeched.

annabeth spoke up, “you were the one who practically said jason’s name.”

“annie. you just said it. SUPERMAN ONLY BITCHES.” you said.

“what if that did happen?” hazel asked. “he’s not a pretty, perfect, goody-two-shoes princess? like you think he is. ”

“YES HE IS SHUT YOUR FUCKING MOUTH HAZEL.”

annabeth, piper, and hazel all just looked at each other, tired with your shit.

“I CAME HERE FOR HELP, NOT THE BITCHY JUDGING COUNCIL!”

"i think she's onto me." jason said to his little boy band.

percy looked up from his game of chess with frank and stroked his chin, "why may that be?"

jason scratched his neck sheepishly, "um, she, like side-eyed me?”

“this is yn we’re talking about. she side-eyes everybody.” leo said.

“BUT NOT ME!” jason panicked.

frank tsked at percy, “what move you gonna make?”

“oh, shut it frank. i’m invested. what else did yn say?”

“i… don’t remember.”

all the boys collectively looked at him.

“I WAS NERVOUS! WHAT IF-”

“SHUT YOUR BLOODY MOUTH!” leo exclaimed. “we need a fucking plan.”

“do you have a plan leo?” frank asked.

“i actually do, frank. gather round children.”

after some meticulous planning, and a couple phone calls, a plan was set.

a prom dress, a boom box, and taylor swift.

exciting right?

it was two days after that stupid conversation (that jason totally didn't overhear).

annabeth, piper and hazel came to drag you from your seat at the docks where you were reading an angsty romance (like the sad emo girl you were after being rejected by the love of your life).

"what the fuck do you whores want?"

"ok rude," annabeth replied, "but you have to come with us."

"we have something exciting for you!" hazel said enthusiastically.

you looked at hazel, "haze, 'excitement', does not exist for me anymore. ever since the love of my goddamned life rejected me- "

piper cut you off, "ok shut up yn. first of all, he didn't even reject you. he just said he can't climb the lava wall with you. just come with us. please don't make a big deal about it."

you looked at the girls suspiciously, "what's in it for me?"

the girls shared a look, "that's a secret. but believe me, everything's in it for you."

"i look like a fucking bratz doll!" you screeched.

"ok, so?" piper replied. "I DON'T WANNA LOOK LIKE A DOLL THAT GOT BOTCHED PLASTIC SURGERY!"

piper was doing and messing up your makeup while annabeth and hazel were looking for a good outfit.

"also miss bitchy," you said, "why am i wearing this much makeup? and why is annabeth and hazel trying so hard to find an outfit?"

piper could see that you were clearly becoming suspicious. she just gave you a small (knowing) smile, "oh don't worry about it sweet."

you were about to jump her when hazel and annabeth came holding ... a prom dress and two inch heels?

“are you shitting me? what the fuck is this?” you asked.

“yn, just put it the fuck on! no. arguments. ” piper said.

you weren’t someone to refuse looking good. (even if piper messed up your makeup.) “fine, but i’m watching y’all.”

they nodded while you went to the bathroom to change.

you came out and hazel to do the back. “ok, how do i look?” you asked, deadpan.

“yn! you look stunning!” hazel exclaimed.

you looked decent. you had an old prom dress that the aphrodite cabin just happened to have and slightly crusty heels.

“this will definitely work. he’ll be drooling all over her.” piper said to annabeth.

you were so confused, what the fuck is happening?

"excuse me? what's going on? cause i am about to shit my pants." you said.

annabeth, hazel, and piper just looked at each other and said, "don't worry about it dear." and burst out laughing. (about what? that wasn't even funny???)

suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

"oh my fucking gods, who is it?!" you shout.

piper looked at you. "chill," she opened the door, "hey leo."

"why is leo here?!" she ignored you! leo pulled her outside, when she came back she nodded to annabeth and hazel.

"ok yn! time for your surprise!" hazel said, knowingly.

then, hazel blindfolded you, annabeth and piper grabbed your legs, while leo grabbed your arms. while you were screaming to satan.

next, y'all went on your merry way going gods-know-where!

suddenly you were dropped straight on the fucking ground so hard your ass hurt and all your bindings slipped off.

you were in the middle of the fucking woods. and you could distantaly hear hazel, piper, leo and annabeth running away.

really where you were dropped was gorgeous. you were at a clearing in the middle of the woods. it was around sunset so everything was lit up with the golden sunlight streaming through the leaves. you could hear the faint sound of a creek in the distance.

all of sudden you heard footsteps. you got up of your ass and cursed under your breath when you realized you have no knifes because somebody took them from you.

you turned toward the sound when you saw him.

jason, all dressed up in a matching suit.

"oh, h-hi jason. whatcha doing here?"

"oh, just waiting for a pretty girl so i can give her a dance."

you looked around confusedly. "jase, i think you went the wrong way. all the pretty girls are back at camp."

he chuckled, then pulled a boombox from his ass. "would you give me this dance milady?"

you were so so so baffled. what was happening? but your heart belonged to him. "um, sure?"

he clicked play on the boombox and 'you belong with me' by taylor swift started playing. he grabbed your hands and placed them on his shoulders. (TRUST ok? they're waltzing to "you belong with me", but its fine.

you felt like your heart was going a million miles a second but in slow motion at the same time. you were panicking but you felt so content.

the bridge was playing and you realized how much the song relates to you and jason.

you guys were best friends before you something happened two days ago.

y'all knew each other better than the back of your hand.

he would bring you ice cream when you were on your period and when you weren't.

anytime he had to go on a quest without you he brought you souvenirs.

you told each other about your crazy dreams. like when elmo was chasing you down rodeo drive.

the song ended.

"i-" you looked up.

"um-" jason cut you off.

"you go first." you were terrified, your heart pounding in your chest.

"well, i've had the biggest crush on you, yn. since i arrived, really-"

you cut him off, pulling his mouth to your own.

you were in euphoria for a minute until you both pulled away.

"soooo?" you were giddy, "what now?"

jason looked thoroughly confused, you were too. "i don't know but we'll get through it together."

your cold heart melted a little at that.

"i have a question," you asked, walking away. "did you have a crush only because of my fat ass?"

"oh my gods, yn!"

author's note: so yeah um... there it is. it sucks, i kinda hate it but i thought it was a good idea and i wanted to start writing.

#dividers by bunnysrph #⊹₊ ⋆ may’s creations #jason grace x reader #jason grace x aphrodite!reader #daughter of aphrodite

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I have like sorta of a headcannon of how much hair each race can grow like I remember there's a tibit about how other races can grow hair, it's just normal to shave/wax (I could be misremembering) sorry if none of my words make sense I'm having a migraine

From least likely/hardest to grow body/facial hair to easiest to grow body/facial hair

1. Elves

(from what I remember we literally see no elf possesses body/facial hair minus Senshi in elf form, and if we compared his dwarf and elf form, for elves, Senshi in his elf form has like a lot of facial hair if his I'm pretty very long beard is barely a mustache, implying even growing a visible mustache is hard for elves)

2. Half-foots

(once again using Senshi as an example, when we see Senshi as a half-foot, his beard while still there, is still shorter? At least I think it's shorter in my opinion compared to dwarf Senshi, also We see Chilchuck with a noticeable peach fuzz/scruffy beard? Idk what's it called again when he's a tallmen or dwarf while it's not there when he's a half-foot)

3. Gnome

(oof this was a hard one, since I'm pretty sure tallmen can also share this spot, main reason why I'm putting gnome as number 3 and not tallmen is because for some reason, Chilchuck does not have his scruffy beard when hes a gnome, idk how long Senshi's beard is in his gnome form compared to his dwarf appearance)

4. Tallmen

(yup, uhhh reasoning ; Chilchuck has his noticeable peach fuzz/scruffy beard when he's a tallman, Senshi still his gracious long beard but noticeably shorter in tallman form, gnomes and tallmen have such a close tie with this, i seriously can't decide)

5. Dwarfs

(Reasoning : Senshi, I'm pretty sure this beard is the longest is this form, and with Izutsumi, whenever she is any other form her neck is slick and has no indication of fur poking out, but in dwarf form, she has a little fur poking out of neck, idk if what i said made sense for ituzumi but this is the best way i can put it)

I'm not gonna do other races, because from what I remember and can find, there's no official art of them as orges/orcs/kobolds

-🐰anon, sorry for the long rant

That sounds about right! Although I'm not sure how accurate the changelings are, senshi is the only half-foot/elf with facial hair we see, and while chilchuck gets a 5 O'clock shadow as a dwarf Laios doesn't, so maybe changeling magic is a little more subjective? Or maybe chilchuck just doesnt shave

On the race portraits the examples we have of facial hair for tallman arent very full tho, even for the half-dwarf (might be based on styling rather than growth tho)

For the half-foot even the oldest looking one doesn't have even a hint of a beard

Gnome beards do look a little fuller than the examples we have for tallman ones

They even have some with fuzz, which I might be reading too much into it but maybe it means their facial hair grows back faster? Or maybe just that they're less worried about appearances I'd say Onis are about the same? Or maybe a little more cause they seem to be harier in the face in general? Or maybe its like tallman and they have a bigger variation on facial hair between regions.

Kobolds and Orcs might not count since they're hairy all over but I think these are cute

My rating would be Elf > Half foot > Tallman/Gnome/Oni > Dwarf > Orc/Kobold

#dungeon meshi #daydream hour #dunmeshi thoughts #ask #facial hair #longpost #long post

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imnameimswrld · 6 hours

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ⵌ ׄ ۪ 𝐀 𝐁𝐎𝐘 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐒𝐄 ⁰⁰ ׄ ⑅ KSW ‌˖ ֺ ᰮ

— DESCRIPTION ੭ in which sunwoo is everywhere in all the paddocks except for his girlfriend's.

— PAIRING ੭ kim sunwoo x vca!redbull!driver.

— FILE ੭ social media au.

— WARNINGS ੭ language, kinds unhinged tbz but what's new ? (pun very much intended)

— SERIES ੭ "WAIT...THEY MAKE SENSE !?"

❪ main masterlist | f1 masterlist | kpop masterlist ❫

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🎧 LIP GLOSS – THE BOYZ

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f1 sunwoo through the grid's eyes 👻.

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user I'm sorry, is that kim sunwoo with ROSCOE !? 😭😭

user pls I don't get why bro is everywhere in the FORMULA ONE PADDOCK WHAT IS HAPPENINGIDNDOEND

ynusername *sighs in tired girlfriend* what do I do with him ? send help.

↳ sunwoo u know u love me baby :)

↳ jakeyjbae she is so sick of ur menace ass bro 💀

↳ idisnew ur literally everywhere but ur own girl's paddock

↳ sunwoo what matters is, is that where ever I am, I'm always rooting for her !!

↳ tbzuyeon screw u, y/n I can be the perfect trophy boyfriend 😁

↳ sunwoo MF BACK THE HELL UP TF.

user I'm sorry... GIRLFRIEND !? as in, y/n l/n and kim sunwoo 😀😀😀

user I wish...I...if...words...

ynusername

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ynusername tough day, we'll get 'em next time... well done yuks on p7 tho !!

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user you still did well y/n ! 🤍

yukitsunoda0511 thanks n/n :)

user okay but did ya'll see sunwoo raging in the paddocks 😭

↳ user girl, WHICH paddock, because I swear I saw bro in at least 3 different ones 😀💀

user y/n, babe, u gotta consider putting a leash or tracker on your boy 😭

↳ ynusername oh trust me, I'm considering it.

↳ sunwoo noooo :( , I just like exploring !

↳ q.feed leash him ! leas him ! leash him !

user the clip of y/n dragging sun back to the vca garage ny his ear will always have me cackling

user bro is like a kid in a candy store I swear

sunwoo

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sunwoo I swear she loves me guys :(

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yukitsunoda0511 yeah...I'm sure she does sun...

↳ landonorris so much, I'm almost sure of it

↳ sunwoo almost !? 😭

↳ oscarpiastri well mate, be still for 5 minutes so she doesn't have to run around like a girl on crack to find you, and maybe she'll be more adoring towards you... just a thought

↳ ynusername a very well said one osc, thank you.

user ain't no one taking sun's side pls 😭

ynusername sunwoo.

↳ sunwoo i love you i love you I love you please don't leave me I promise to never leave ur garage again even if lewis offers me yummy british candy and let's me play with roscoe, and max let's me touch his car when no ones looking, and-

↳ maxverstappen1 dammit sunwoo.

↳ ynusername now you've done it maximus.

↳ maxverstappen1 he wasn't supposed to tell !

↳ ynusername it's like you don't even know him at all !!

↳ sunwoo what's wrong ?

↳ ynusername don't worry about it love 💋

↳ sunwoo ...okay 😊❤

redbullracing y/n, I assume you'll settle this ?

↳ ynusername yeah yeah, I got it.

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taglist: @minkyungseokie @dreamyzhou @treehouse-mouse @ilivbullyingjeongin <3

#f1 #f1 imagine #f1 fanfic #kpop #smau #imnameimswrld #kpop x f1 #the boyz #kim sunwoo #tbz x reader #tbz sunwoo

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Actually insane atp when people infantilise EITHER cc or q tubbo.

Like holy shit that is a 20 year old man who has just succeeded in the biggest project of his life, one which involved a lot of responsibility, as well as a very good knowledge of his own physical and mental limit. He regularly gets drunk on stream, has spoken before about still wearing his exs underwear on stream and has a fucking husband. That is a grown ass man who can take care of himself (for the most part - hes still very privileged so can get away without doing certain things himself but my point stands). Just because hes ND doesn't mean you should treat him like hes still a child.

And the same applies to his character. Qtubbo is seemingly fucking ancient based off the creation stream before his revival. He is very talented and stubborn and self assured as well as extremely smart and also a good father. He doesnt act as anyones kid (aside from maybe qluzus for a while) and is perfectly fine all on his own thank you very much. Qtubbo is also a massive fucking flirt. Like qroier pre marriage levels of flirt. Qslime but with more shame levels of flirt. And he flirts with anyone but mainly people he knows better, which includes the people cc tubbo knew when he was a minor. So uh... no one gives a shit on that front. Anyway all this to say, qtubbo does not act like a child. He doesnt make sense as another characters son in your funny little headcanon nuclear family roles and he also only really works as a younger brother figure if you make sure your portrayal of younger brother isnt boiled down to annoying and childish. Cuz besties that isnt qtubbo.

So yeah im preaching to the crowd here but that "i ThOuGhT tUbBo WaS tHeIr AdOpTeD kId" tweet pissed me off sorry

#discourse #vent

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SUNBURNT

summary: "The day Lynette obtained her Vision, Lyney sheltered their fall with his shoulder, breaking it. After a week, his sister goes on a mission without him for the first time. Lyney seeks you out for comfort, but doesn't know if he's ready to tell you everything just yet. He hopes you don't mind if he basks in your presence in the meantime."

or: a fidgety teen!lyney seeks you out the first time lynette goes on a mission without him.

notes: i have no medical knowledge. forgive me + the fontaine institute of research has not blown up yet !! + rushed ending + we do have a beta reader this time write the date down + playful banter&mutual pining + kind of goes from reader centric to lyney centric. fem!reader.

Your mother knocks insistently on the already open door, interrupting your reading. She steals a glance at the thick novel in your hands and says that a boy is asking for you at the front door.

“Who is this boy?” Mom asks, describing him briefly as you both rush down the stairs. The mention of violet eyes is enough to drown the suspicion of a classmate stopping by to ask for your homework. Or worse, to study together. “Why had I never seen him before? We've talked about it, you're too young for boyfriends—”

You stop Mom's rant. “Mom, it's not my boyfriend. Archons.” You sound more exasperated than upset. “It's just Lyney. The magician guy– he's always walking me home.”

You can picture your mother's frown. Her voice lowers as you get closer to the entrance. “I would've asked you to introduce him to me sooner if I knew he kept frequenting our home.”

You don't think stopping by the front door, kissing the back of your hand with a small smirk could be considered ‘frequenting your home’, but let it slide. You're in no mood for banter.

(Lyney has been inside only once, a time both of your parents were busy when you needed them most, and he had passed by at the right time.)

Your two house cats are perched on a Sumerian decorative vase, courtesy of an uncle, eyes pierced outside. You absently wonder how they both are balancing on the thin rim.

Then you realize something.

“Mom, you left him outside?”

“Yes? Was I supposed to let a stranger in?”

“Maman, he's Lyney! Lynette's brother! The boy who helped me when the kitties were ill!"

“How could I know!”

The two of you keep going back and forth as you step down the rest of the stairs, and you hurry to open the door before Lyney thinks you actually meant to leave him standing outside your home, looking like a complete idiot.

(The rush of seeing him again after a whole week makes you almost stumble on the last step.)

You push the door open, and your fist tightens around the doorknob as you take him in. Lyney had never been particularly tall nor muscled, and you occasionally call him scrawny just to poke fun at him – to get back for the various annoying torments he subjects you to. But as you stare, the words die on your tongue. He looks absolutely drained, a tad hunched. The poorly covered circles under his eyes are not something you are used to. Nor the sling around his right arm.

When you frown, he tries to act casual, in pure Lyney fashion. Tilting his head, he calls your name sweetly. “Hi."

It takes you back to your senses. “Hello,” You say slowly, then remember that your mother is probably peeking at him from behind your shoulder and whip your head around, only to find no one. Strange.

“You’re back,” You say, looking back at him. Lyney seems slightly amused by the fidgety tone of your voice and how you try to mask it by leaning on the doorstep, casual, like he is pretending to be. You don't know how he does it. “I thought you’d return earlier, actually—Didn't you say it’d be only a couple days?”

Lyney’s lips curl again, now apologetic. He steals a glance behind you, then to the window where he can spot your cats (and your cats only, no Mom in sight). “Sorry to keep you waiting, chérie.” He chirps and then his smile goes back to a grin. “I hope your heart didn't ache too much? I’d hate to know I brought you distress.”

You frown again, now at the warmth that spreads through your chest. Then decide to stare at the empty spot next to him. “Where’s ‘Nette? You said you’d stop by together when you got back.”

“My sister is busy. Unfortunately, she's at that age where she'd rather hang out with her fellow girls than with her own brother.”

“You speak as if you aren't the same age.”

“Well—”

“Lyney, you're twins.”

“And you're my friend,” Lyney shoots back, and instinctively tries to cross his arms at his chest. He stops in the gesture with a pained expression. “So if my dear sister ditches me for hers, I go straight to mine. Seems fair, doesn't it?”

You almost ask him if he broke his head other than his arm, because until last week he could come up with better lies. While Lynette does ditch her brother, she does to be with you. And while you don't think too highly of yourself, you also believe that Lynette doesn't have many other friends outside of you. Something is off. However, you decide not to call him out when your mother could be eavesdropping.

You decide not to address his arm, nor the devastated look on his face for the same reason. “I suppose it is fair, yeah,” You reply, nodding a few times for extra effect. That makes Lyney laugh.

‘You're an awful actor,’ he mouths, still smiling. You glare at him, but it lacks venom.

“And I also suppose you came by to steal me away? A walk would be nice.” You continue, giving him a raised eyebrow. That makes Lyney check behind you and the window again, then his tone lowers to a soft whisper.

“You're willing to leave the safe shade of your room on a hot summer day? Don't tell me you missed me that much.”

“Don't push it,” You reply as quietly. You clear your throat and speak normally. “So?”

“A walk would be nice, I agree. I'll wait for you here while you fetch your things.”

You nod with a small sound, already closing the door. Lyney calls your name again and wiggles his eyebrows with another grin.

“Don't take too long— your heart hasn't been the only one yearning.”

His snort is muffled by the door shutting closed.

You lean on the wooden surface for a moment, and sigh loudly. When you straighten back, both of your cats are now staring at you, heads tilted. It reminds you of the boy outside, and you huff as you walk past them.

Mom has a plate and a cloth in her hands, but her eyes are on you even before you fully enter the kitchen. You suspect she has been cleaning that plate for the entirety of your conversation with Lyney.

Trying to play it off, you don't look at your mother as you retrieve the picnic basket you use as a bag from your assigned seat at the table. Mom doesn't let you go that easily. “Not a boyfriend, you say.”

“Lyney's just like that.”

“He called you ‘chérie’, dear.”

“He's just stupid.”

“He seems very clever to me, on the contrary.”

You turn to face your mother with a sigh and while you try to seem annoyed by her insistence, you're just trying to calm the fast heartbeats in your chest. “Maman, he's a magician. A performer. He does it all the time, to anyone, to keep the attention on him. Don't look too much into it.”

Mom mirrors your sigh, leaning against the counter. “If he is your friend, he shouldn't treat you like anyone, then.”

Her words send a pang through your chest. Somehow your heartbeat goes back to normal. “Must be force of habit. Street artists can't completely step off the stage, can they? Their whole life is a performance.”

Mom sighs again, out of resignation this time, as you fix your clothes clumsily. “Just be careful, sweetheart. You're no longer young enough for me to shelter, but… careful.”

There is something in her tone that you don't think you ever heard. Something vulnerable. In your confusion, you can only nod lightly.

“What's my curfew?”

“Just come back for dinner. I'm making Tripes du Port.”

You nod again, flash Mom a smile and then rush out of the kitchen, towards the door. In the process, you pet one of the cats, now staring at Lyney again, who's staring back through the glass.

You stop by the umbrella rack, retrieve your parasol, and then burst outside. Lyney flinches as you open and close the door with the same enthusiasm, as if he hadn't seen you pass by, but is quick to recover. “Hello, dear. Took you long enough.”

“Not even that much,” You say, stepping closer. Lyney smiles faintly as you get in his personal bubble. “Mhm?”

His eyebrows raise when you grasp his chin, tilting his head around. Lyney lets you. “You like what you see, I presume?”

You don't. This close, you can see the darkness of his eyebags better, and frown when you notice patches of poorly applied make-up on the right side of his face. Lyney must catch on, because he wraps his long fingers around your wrist and gently moves your hand away. Still, he's wearing that same little smirk, as if witnessing something amusing. “You missed me so much you've become touchy?”

You don't take the bait. “You're wearing make-up.”

“Stole it from Lynette, yes,” Lyney replies, and you cup both of his cheeks, keeping him in place. While he half sighs, half chuckles at your motion, you don't miss the red blooming on his cheeks. The sight makes you grin.

“Hey. What brand is this blush?”

“What blush,” Lyney squirms as you rub his cheek, but you swear he almost leans in. Almost.

“The one you're wearing. Looks very natural. It suits you.”

“I have no idea what you're talking about.”

You laugh.

“Well, Mister Magician, whatever you put on your face is definitely patchy. Didn't blend it well.” You release him, still grinning. “I thought both me and your sister had taught you better.”

Lyney almost brings a hand to rub the make-up away, suddenly uneasy. He wishes you didn't see right through it. However, he manages to recover. “I was on a rush. If you want to fix it for me, you're welcome to do so.”

“I think I'll pass,” As you step back, you offer him your basket and Lyney takes it out of habit, deciding to stare at it rather than at you as his expression seems to darken. Your parasol opens above your heads, and you really have half a mind to call him out. It's not like Lyney to be so stiff – so uncaring of his words, his body language, of his appearance. Considering he rarely wears make-up outside of his performance, and knows how to do it, his carelessness confuses you. It truly isn't like him to mess up when covering something up. Especially if that something is as visible as the bruises on his cheekbone, and something he clearly didn't want you to see.

(You think you know him enough to be able to tell when he's being natural, and when he's not. Lyney hopes you haven't gotten to that stage yet. He isn't ready.)

You move to stand next to his not-slinged arm, and take the basket from his fingers, elbowing him softly in the process. Lyney starts walking right when you do, and slips his arm around yours. He remains quiet for a while, until he doesn't.

“So, you're not going to ask?”

“Are you going to tell, if I do?”

“I'm not sure,” Lyney says as you stroll down Vasari Pasage, empty under the scorching summer sun. You can hear the smile in his tone, and are grateful to know it's back. “While I do admit that having you fret over me would be cute. Are you gonna do that?”

You decide that holding the parasol while linking arms is uncomfortable and hide a small wince. “You look perfectly healthy, though. Is there really a reason to fret?”

“Oh, come on, now, chérie. I saw your face when you noticed the sling. Your eyes welled up as if you had found a weeping kitten. Always a considerative worrywart, when it comes to my well being.”

“Shut up.” Lyney doesn't shut up, and laughs. You elbow him again. “Answer me only if you're going to tell me the truth.”

Lyney hesitates a moment too long, and you add it to the list of slip ups. This time, you let him know you've noticed. “I can see you're upset. Why do you keep it all bottled up?”

The question alone brings him back to an unpleasant conversation with Freminet, months ago. He can still see the way his little brother's fingers played with the hem of his sleeves, nervous.

Lyney elbows back. To tell you why he is injured, he only needs a small lie. One much more innocent than what he's told in the past, to you and the whole world. Also, he's really too fidgety, today; he must get a hold of himself before you start to doubt his act.

(Lyney's relationship with you is his favorite performance.)

“Our magic trick involved a moving platform. It had to go pretty high up,” Lyney starts, gesticulating with his free hand as he speaks. He mentally recalls the version he and Lynette agreed to tell anyone outside of the House. “It was actually supposed to be the grand finale. However, it collapsed—And me with it, as you can imagine.”

“Gods, Lyney. What if you had gotten a serious injury?”

“Honey, I can't use my dominant arm. What other injury could be more serious?”

“I don't know, your head? You're already a weirdo. What if you got worse.”

Lyney laughs at your words, noticing you've reached the Waterway Hub and that you're already calling a lift for the Palais Memoria. He laughs, because you don't know he can feel his sanity slip away every passing minute; everytime he finds himself cursing the sweet and deceiving words that leave his lips and when he wakes up from his night terrors, gasping for air as if he truly did fall from that tall tower of lies and responsibilities he finds himself on. Lyney swears that when he noticed the Anemo Vision in his sister's hands and understood what it truly meant, his heart stopped for a long moment, he died and the Gods sent him back in this life as a punishment for every single of his lies.

When you tug at him when he stills, Lyney truly thinks he's going insane. Why are you already at the statue? Where was he? Did you notice he had gotten trapped in his own mind for a moment?

The second he manages to focus on his surroundings again, and on you, Lyney tells himself that you didn't, but considers that you might be just pretending not to notice for his sake. He almost calls you considerative again.

Then he notices you're praying. “Lady Furina is probably at the Opera Epiclese, you know,” Lyney says under his breath, for your ears only. “I don't think she can hear you from this distance.”

“She's a God. Of course she can.”

“Alright, then. What are you asking for? Luck in love? You already have me—”

“Your fast recovery,” You interrupt him, hands still joined and eyes still closed. Lyney leans forward to steal a glance at your face, and snorts when he realizes you blushed.

“How sweet,” Lyney says teasingly. He leans back and tugs at your wrist, impatient.

You let him ruin your prayer. Worse case scenario Focalors doesn't listen — Actually, she might make him break something else out of spite. The thought makes you frown. “I was actually doing that. Broken bones take a while to heal. You do realize you won't be able to do much for one, maybe two months, right?”

Lyney nods because that's the first thing he thought. A broken shoulder meant ‘Father’ would send him on missions where he would only act as a distraction, confuse the target or possible witnesses with his silver tongue.

It meant Lyney wouldn't stick by Lynette's side for a while. And he fears that even when he gets better, ‘Father’ will keep sending him and his sister on separate missions.

“Of course I do. I'm the one with only one functioning arm, you know?”

You decide not to answer and pick up your parasol and your basket, and start walking. Lyney calls you out for not sharing the shadow and follows.

You don't remember how the station for the Callas Line became your spot. You had just found yourself on those benches with Lyney and Lynette time and time again, and it felt natural to be dragged or drag them there to spend time together.

Lyney sits down with a sigh, carefully leaning back. You drag your eyes around the area, full of researchers either hopping off or on the Aquabus, guardes — and you recognize a few journalists from the Steambird, used to see them around the Court. You sit down only when Lyney wraps his free hand around yours, and tugs you next to him. Thankfully he picked a bench sheltered from the sunlight by a tree.

“What was the magic show like?” You ask, not moving your fingers from around his and trying not to think about how nice it feels. “Before you fell down, I mean.”

Lyney pretends to think over it for a while, tilting his head with a long hum, but the sweet curl of his lips betrays his pensive look. Then his eyes snap at you. “Why should I tell you? I might decide to repeat that trick again. I can't have you know that.”

“I thought this Magician never performed the same trick twice. You sure you didn't hit your head?”

“It was a private show—I had half of my usual audience.”

“You just don't want to tell me, do you?”

His grin widens. “Correct.”

You find Lyney very annoying. More annoying is the effect he has on your heart.

Lyney decides to push his head against yours, leaning his weight on your side so that his injured shoulder doesn't touch the back of the bench. He looks a tad weird, slouched towards you like that. Lyney's breath tickles your cheek, almost your lips.

“Do you mind the proximity?” He asks in another breath. You squint at him.

“The gentleman asks, after making himself comfortable.”

Lyney huffs out a chuckle.

He starts telling you about how the noble who hired them had this enormous villa up in the mountains, and how awful it looked: filled with so many trinkets, paintings and decorations that it gave him motion sickness. “Not to mention,” He adds, “The wallpaper. I don't think I've ever seen one uglier. So much money wasted on a terrible looking estate.”

You tell him about how your relatives came all the way from Sumeru last week, how your uncle gave your father yet another vase — similar to the one your cats were using as a stool to watch him. Lyney chimes in at the comparison, saying he barely recognised the two kitties, now bulkier than when he had helped you nurse them back to health.

You also tell him, averting your gaze and fishing your hands inside your half-empty picnic basket, that you bragged to your little cousins about being friends with him, and Lyney smiles so hard his cheeks hurt.

Your hand retrieves a small jar of Pate de Fruit, and you offer a gummy slice of tangerine to him as he rambles about Freminet and how he almost lost Pers a few nights ago. Lyney hums at the candy, and eats it directly from your fingers. Your heart flutters and you miss the red crawling on his neck.

“Hey,” You mumble as you chew a gummy yourself, “Can you tell me where Lynette actually is?” You ask for the second time, retrieving another piece of candied tangerine.

Lyney flinches at the name, and you flinch because he does. When he clears his throat, cursing himself for overreacting, Lyney pretends to be bored by your insistence: “She's busy, I told you. Would you please not think about my sister while you're with me? I know we look alike, but I'd rather if you were ogling me. I thought you missed me.”

You only stare at him, another candy frozen midair. Lyney stares back for a moment, then leans towards your fingers to steal it, not breaking eye contact. Then your gaze softens at the sight of him munching on the sweet. Lyney feels a shiver run down his back at the change of your expression.

“You're letting your nerves get the better of you, today,” You say, gently pushing his cheek against yours again. Lyney opens his mouth to answer before you add: “And don't tell me it's because it's me. You're never this fidgety.”

Lyney remains silent, pushing himself against your warmth. You push another gummy at his lips, and he flushes red, taking it. Weren't you blushing yourself a few moments ago? How can you be so bold?

“Did you two argue?”

“...Something like that.”

(They did have a heated conversation before she left with ‘Father’, but you don't need to know. The less you know, the better.)

“I promise I'll drag Lynette to you when we make up, okay?” Lyney says, in a voice smaller than normal. You shake your head slightly. “It's not about Lynette not being here. I mean, yeah, I miss her, but you're clearly upset. I don't like that.”

Lyney hesitates again, his head light. He's letting you step in dangerous territory. His free hand fiddles with the light fabric of your skirt.

It's not that he wants to keep you in the dark— or maybe he does. Lyney isn't sure. The first days he spent restricted to bed, he found himself imagining you there, keeping him company, and then the more logical part of him scolded that ‘Father’ wouldn't let him sneak you in— and Lyney wouldn't dare even if she was away. Disobeying ‘Father’ sounds like a sin to him, and he feels an uncomfortable twinge in his chest just thinking about it.

It'd be nice to be able to tell you the truth. To tell you why he disappears on most evenings, why he has to rush home more often than not because something came up, be it his other siblings or a new mission file appearing on his desk.

(And if you knew, maybe he'd stop lying to you on autopilot and give you his every genuine word. But sometimes Lyney wonders how much of what he does or says, even behind closed doors, is truly his own.)

Lyney had wrapped his hand around yours at some point, keeping it hostage in his lap. You look down at your entwined fingers and only then notice him stroking a barely there writer's bump, a memorial from all the time you spend hunched on assignments. Lyney taps the hard skin with his nail and it leaves a small crescent moon.

“It hurts,” You lie, brows furrowing and free hand moving to lay on top of his as if to stop him. Lyney falls for it, too out of it today— and too smitten for his own good.

Lyney apologizes, and red dusts his cheeks when you start rubbing soothing circles on his skin. He's glad you can't see his face. Lyney masks his embarrassment with a hum, trying to swallow his heart down

It hurts, you had lamented. Lyney wonders if it would also hurt what ‘Father’ would do, or say, if she found out about his weak heart and the way you've been taking all of it. He had truly hoped that no contact would've made his feelings go away— but absence makes the heart fonder.

“Anyways, you could say I argued with Lynette—” Maybe he could start with little bits. Small pieces of his world, small enough that they can't hurt you. He must pick them carefully, Lyney tells himself. But time has proven to him that even when he is careful, someone gets hurt. “—But she really is busy, chérie. And it felt… suffocating to stay at home, I suppose. Maybe because they had me restricted to my room for the whole week. I just— Needed a breather.”

You chuckle despite yourself. You wiggle the shoulder he's leaning on to bother him, nudging his head with yours. “And I'm the breather?”

You're the oxygen in his lungs, Lyney almost says. Or maybe you aren't air at all— because he forgets how to breath every time your eyes lock.

He glances down at your joined fingers. Eyes locked, hands locked. Is all of him tied to you somehow?

Instead of answering, Lyney holds your hand tight, as if you could disappear, deceive him at any moment, and fears this is the only way he can hope to have you.

BTW lyney wore makeup because he didn't want to have you worry abt the bruises. friend said she could tell but i don't think it was that obvious.

fun fact sunburnt was supposed to be the title of the third chapter of the sun is the mother of all. i still have to finish that thing)

#almia;;scribbles #lyney #lyney x reader #genshin impact x reader

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euphorianz · 2 days

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Hello! I just recently followed you and read your story on Colin as an obsessed lover and was hooked immediately. I do like how you characterized his character. If you can, could you do one on Benedict? If you can’t, it’s ok. Thanks in advance!

❥Benedict Bridgerton as a obsessed partner

Pairing_ Benedict x reader

Possible triggers_ stalking, obsessive behavior,

A/n_ heyy, sorry for the long wait I’ve been dealing with some school issues as well as some home stuff. Out of all the concepts I've done this one has to be my fav. Anyway thanks so much for requesting! Feedback and requests are welcome.

-Benedict is completely delusional. This man sees you as a god. A muse. Something so perfect he thinks your feet shouldn’t touch the ground. He’s the worshipper type.. his obsession is in some ways worse than his brothers because of how bad shit crazy he can get

-like with any Bridgeton it’s impossible to get rid of him. You’re soulmates after all. Benedict is a huge fan of acts of service. He’ll help you get out of your carriage. Give you money. Paint you. He wants to see you react positively to his advances. If you don’t react positively or outright reject him he will be extremely upset and will lash out or attempt to guilt trip you.

-He's also very into teasing you. He just loves the way you react when he does so. Whether your reaction is positive or negative he loves it and will be quick to pick on you again. I don't see him doing pranks on you per say but he will sprinkle in some "tricks" in your love life whether you like it or not.

-Benedict would mostly definitely have a shrine of you and a concerning about of paintings in your likeness. He just can’t get enough of you and what’s to plaster your face everywhere he can. From an outsider's perspective it wouldn’t be hard to see his obsession (he’s horrible at concealing it). This means it’s way more likely that his family picks up on his traits, and deliberately reaches out to help you.

-the mostly likely place the two of you met would be at some art event. you are either a model or a painter but either one grabs his attention. He’s quick to speak with you and will never shy away from contact. He’ll do his best to charm you but if he fails he’ll be completely taken aback. He's used to getting what he wants so you fighting will only increase his obsession.

-He adores calling you his muse and will make a point to remind you what he thinks of you every moment possible. Like I stated before he's the worshiping type which does evolve into delirious and possessiveness. He can't have his muse wandering off, can he? There is no shaking this man off of you. He's just like Colin in the sense that he's practically a lost puppy that needs to feel your touch to be ok.

-Although he likes to view himself "above" using his family name to get what he wants he will. Whether that is forcing you out of your home or announcing to everyone that the two of you are engaged. You will be together. His wedding would be very similar to his brother's in the sense that it's very fast. He doesn't care much for formalities and will be content with the two of you standing in front of a priest with little to no people present.

-He desires a quote-on-quote "alternative" lifestyle where the two of you travel etc. But if you fail to feed into his desire by "behaving" he's not afraid to keep you in his room for long periods of time.

-out of all his siblings he's the only one you could possibly escape from (but it wont be very long). He wants to trust you and let you roam on your own to some extent. It may be a few days or a few years but he will find you if it's the last thing he'll do. This could most likely segway into him mentally breaking, meaning his obsession will evolve into violence. "A- all I've ever wanted to do is love you- I guess I've been too lenient with you."

-I dont really see you spending much time with your inlaws and especially your own flesh and blood. He much rather keeps you in his studio and paint you. "STAY STILL. Ah-hah.. you'll ruin your portrait darling."

#bridgerton #bridgerton season 3 #bridgerton x reader #yandere bridgerton #benedict bridgerton #benedict x reader #yandere benedict briderton #yandere benedict x reader #dark benedict Bridgeton #dark au

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crumblinggothicarchitecture · 2 days

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Honestly, what did I even listen to with TTPD? One long commercial? Her spilling her ego all over my speakers?

I just cannot believe how derivative TTPD is... and how she's calling it the most honest form of poetry,

The songs are either modeled after TikTok trends/ youth slang, or just her name-dropping other famous people.

She's doing this on purpose. It doesn't make sense otherwise, because it's just so inartistic. I'm sorry but the phrase "down bad crying at the gym" is supposed to be artistically moving?

Are you joking?

Don't even get me started on Fortnight. Obviously, the Fortnight challenge was huge a few years ago.... and what does Taylor Swift do with the first single? hmmm.... could it be that she made a fortnight challenge.... hoping to also go megaviral on TikTok.

Honestly, I'm pretty sure she thinks her audience is stupid... or that they are children.

Not to mention "Imgonnagetyouback" clearly copied Olivia Rodrigo (who has a young audience, clearly Swift is desperate to keep the focus of the youth)

It's just such a blatant way to key into viral moments in order to inflate her own music sales/ streams/ platform.

It's not art.... it's business.

Any attempt at art, either through metaphor or clunky prose is obfuscated by oddly placed recalls back to pop culture internet trends... The metaphors don't land either because they are internally contradictory to other phrases. Also, don't get me started on the sheer number of grammatical errors throughout the songs. Does every phrase need 57 prepositions? no! Does every phrase need to be a run on sentence? no! Did she even notice the subject verb disagreements? no? You're telling me not one person with an English degree works for Taylor Swift as an editor?

Come on man.

#ttpd #anti taylor swift #the tortured poets department #there are no editors in the tortured poets department.. only business men and market research data suggesting that she target the youth #taylor swift

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Could you make averyjameson or averygrayson headcanons? (Headcanons for whichever couple you ship)

YES I CAN ANON🫡

Averyjameson bc Grayson makes me feel weird

They both get nightmares a lot and so when they don’t they have a little party

There are so many of those “celebrity couples wearing each others’ clothes” comps of them

Avery’s fav sweatshirt is one of Jameson's from when he was like 14 because it’s actually her size

When Jameson gets sick he gets sad because he doesn't like feeling helpless

They NEVER shower alone

Whenever Avery is sad Jameson gets all the blankets and pillows and makes a nest for them to cuddle

Avery LOVES coconut and it makes Jameson gag (me too, Jameson, me too)

He actually cried during their first time because he thought that he would accidentally hurt her or it would be bad for her and she'd hate him

girlie pop did NOT hate him (quite the opposite)

Jameson draws stars all over her when he's anxious/just feeling bad with sharpie because he likes that they stay for a while so he knows she's there (does that make sense?)

For his birthday one year she gets stars tattooed on her hips and he cries :)

Avery loves choosing Jameson's clothes because she doesn't have a lot of control over what she wears

They match at EVERY event they go to even if it's just a small detail

Jameson gets his ear pierced in some county they visit and Avery goes FERAL

I hope these live up to your hopes and anyone is welcome to send more (this was so fun)

also sorry for taking so long I got this ask right before I had a cello performance lmao

#gergthecattalks #avery x jameson #averyjameson #avery grambs #avery kylie grambs #jameson hawthorne #jameson winchester hawthorne #the inheritance games series #the inheritance games #the hawthorne vault #the hawthorne legacy #the final gambit #the brothers hawthorne #the grandest game #games untold #inheritance games #inheritance games headcannons #averyjameson headcannons #send me more this was so fun

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le-panda-chocovore · 16 hours

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What do you think are Gojo and Geto’s greatest personality strengths and weaknesses? Why? What do you love about their dynamic?

Until now, have you found any couple (canon or non canon) from any media (books, tv series, movies, anime/manga, etc) that the dynamics remind you of Gojo/Geto?

Thanks if you want to answer....

(I forgot this ask in my drafts sorry)

Asking me to ramble about my hyperfixation when I'm too tired to write in correct English is cruelty actually /j

I think their strengths are mostly the same as their weaknesses. (It's only my take on them, everyone has a different opinion)

Geto's empathic, he understands people, he likes helping, giving advice, protecting, and caring ; he makes a point to ensure that everyone around him is fine and safe. He's strong so he can bear with painful tasks, he knows he can, so he doesn't complain about it. He has a great sense of morals and responsibilities. It's all amazing qualities, until it became too much. He was caring too much, worrying too much, enduring too much, and he drowned under the weight of everything he fought so hard for. His morals contradicted his will to help people and he had to make a choice. He loved people so much he couldn't bear to see his friends die, so he sacrificed the entire world to protect them. I think his greatest weakness is that he loved his close ones more than he loved himself, so he didn't even think about asking for help because he didn't believe people would care about him as much as he cared about them.

Geto, like everyone else, would say that Gojo is selfish, which is ironic because Geto is the one who kept everything to himself and didn't let people worry about him. He tried to fix himself alone, then decided he didn't need to be fixed.

Gojo's selfish, egocentric, forgetful, defiant, and is very much in love with his best friend. Those are weaknesses, to be clear. He's also kinda naive, because he believes things will be fine no matter what, but this is just another side of his arrogance. He hates authority figures but he needs to be told what to do because he is not able to regulate himself. He needs someone to draw a line for him, but he cannot express the importance that person has because he doesn't think it matters. Not that he doesn't believe they'd care but because he thinks they already know. (They don't- again, it's because of his arrogance). He doesn't realize nor understand how other people feel, but that doesn't stop him from reacting accordingly. Because he knows what it's like to suffer, to be lost, to be betrayed, to be lonely. He is not empathic, he doesn't feel what people are feeling, but he was so self-centered that he lost the person he loved the most, and now that he knows the pain he can project his own emotions on others. He's selfish and egocentric, so he saw people he could take care of and decided it'd be his responsibility to ensure they'd grow up happily. He doesn't care what the higher-ups think, he will do whatever pleases him. He also doesn't care what those people he takes care of are thinking, he forces himself into their lives because he truly believes he can make it better -and he does. (arrogance, the good side).

Gojo is arrogant and strong, he thinks he can change the world and deal with the consequences. He knows he can fight anything, so he doesn't actually worry about threats, even though it sometimes hurt his students. He proposes a status quo because he knows no one can fight him. He manages to keep Yuuta and Yuuji and Megumi safe by pure defiance.

Also it's canon that Gojo's mortal weakness is Geto himself.

What I love about them is perhaps the metaphors, the parallels, and the co-dependency. They're literally soulmates, they're a perfect match, they value each other so much it's overwhelming. They're also dumbasses and I love that kind of ship. They're handsome and pretty and gorgeous. They're smart and stupid at the same time. They're so in love that 9 years apart weren't enough to kill that. They're both little shit but one knows how to pretend to be nice. Literally EVERYTHING Gojo does as an adult is because of the influence Geto had in his life. They know each other so deeply that a simple glance is enough to recognize the other. Geto's body broke through Kenny's control because Gojo was in danger and it was the FIRST TIME it happened in CENTURIES. Hell, what is there NOT to love about them ??

Anyway. They make me think about Orpheus and Eurydice from the Greek mythology (He looked back. He knew she shouldn't, but he looked back because he loved him). I recently read a post that compared them to Achilles and Patroclus and I was like, oh, yeah, that could work. Also, they kinda have a vibe of Steve and Bucky from MARVEL. Like, childhood friends who liked messing around together until one got lost and followed a dark path while the other had to bear the weight of the world on his shoulders and was so praised and admired that he wasn't allowed to have a life by himself. Years and years later they met again and memories came back and the world fell apart. They're enemies know, opposite sides, there's only one way to stop the other. But. But they still love each other. (I'm going to make myself cry)

I could write so much more but I'm going to stop here because I have the feeling that I'm already annoying lmaooo

#analysis #stsg #geto suguru #gojo satoru #satosugu #sugusato #jjk #answering ask #answering asks #jujutsu kaisen #character analysis #anon ask #gego #goge

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ACOSF Bonus Chapter Breakdown Part III - Azriel and Rhys

Part I - Azriel and Elain: https://www.tumblr.com/bookishwithathought/749493410186117120/acosf-bonus-chapter-breakdown-part-i-azriel-and?source=share

Part II - Azriel and Elain: https://www.tumblr.com/bookishwithathought/749514748072263680/acosf-bonus-chapter-breakdown-azriel-and-elain?source=share

**This is just me, analyzing the life out of the bonus chapter and all the possibilities. My thoughts and no one else's. If you agree, great. If you disagree, love it. If you want to share why you disagree, love it even more. If you are disrespectful while disagreeing, I kindly request that you move along, and if you insist you will be left to argue with yourself**

I just have one word for Rhys: hypocrisy

He sighed as I finished one foot and started on the other. “Am I allowed to request that you not play matchmaker? Let them sort it out.” I rose, bracing my hands on my hips. “I would never meddle in someone else’s affairs!” He only raised a brow in silent challenge.

I just wanted to point this out.

Azriel has been caught and is aware of what's coming from a conversation with Rhys and is not looking forward to it.

"This was a mistake"

Possibilties

He forced himself to say it because his conscience and reasoning are again in control

Because Rhys interrupting has helped him really grasp the wrongness of the moment

Because he simply got caught

"Hurt and confusion...I'm sorry":

Possibilties

Elain is questioning all the signals she thought were there from Azriel

She feels rejected and it stings because she's been rejected before by Graysen

Elain allowed herself to finally be vulnerable and open herself up after grieving Graysen and all she lost from that severed relationship

She apologizes because she feels as though she is to blame for the moment, as though she led Az into this moment

"It's I who should":

Possibilties

Azriel realizes how his words impacted her and doesn't want her to feel guilty or ashamed

Azriel truly believes he's to blame here and Elain shouldn't share the guilt

"His shadows whispered":

Possibilities

Azriel asked the shadows to give him an update of Elain's location after he left

The shadows wanted Azriel to know Elain was not waiting for him, ending any possibility of continuing what had been interrupted

The shadows simply volunteered the information to make Az aware

It seems the author used this as a closing of sorts for the moment. They have parted ways with Az saying it was a mistake and Elain apologizing. There's a sense of finality here.

Yes Rhys, indeed Azriel was out of his mind. He was acting on emotions, reason and conscience and consequences be damned.

Frozen mask: the sadness of this statement is worth noting. Azriel was a child in his father's dungeon. A child who had to learn to bury his emotions beneath layers of disconnect, detachment and avoidance because of the brutality around him and directed at him. To survive. To lessen the brutality. To keep himself together as much as possible.

"If you don't feel you don't hurt."

"If you don't feel you don't suffer."

"If you don't feel they can't break you."

Or know how close to breaking you got.

Interesting that Rhys is only focusing on Az here. Instead saying "I'm talking about you and Elain, about to kiss" he emphasizes "I'm talking about you"

Azriel's visceral reaction to Rhys's mention of Elain's mate:

My analysis: Azriel has wanted and waited for the bond for 500 years and can't understand why he seems to be the exception. He's not necessarily upset that Elain is mated, nor does he have anything against Lucien. It has everything to do with his own want for his own mate.

Note on exposing his rage to Rhys: Rhys seems to be the friend he knows he can go to who will hold him accountable. Who will love Azriel by being honest, by holding up a mirror to him when he can't face himself. A true friend who can see his worst and not balk or cower, instead encourage and challenge.

"What if Elain is meant to be my mate?"

"Why are you thinking this when you thought Mor was your mate for 500 years?"

Questioning the Cauldron:

Possibilities

Azriel is questioning his belief system

Azriel is trying to justfiy or excuse his actions

He's trying to appease his conscience by pushing back and pointing the blame somewhere else

Azriel feels entitled to a mate and can't understand why he hasn't gotten what's his.

See above on questioning the Cauldron.

We see throughout the series that the IC always lets Azriel to himself, his feelings and thoughts. Azriel is never pushed to work things through out loud, which leads to ruminating and internalizing. When it comes to negative or strong emotions and thoughts, it's never good.

A possible interpretation of Az's comment:

"I thought Mor was my mate. I'd waited 5 centuries and was willing to wait for longer, then 3 human sisters were chosen to become Fae, and 2 of them happened to be bonded to my brothers. The only reasonable explaination as to why the bond never snapped with Mor is because Elain was meant for me. But the bond snapped between her and Lucien. The Cauldron must've made a mistake."

Based on what we know of the mating bond and pairs that are wrong for each other, it is always a matter of personalities being incompatible. I am not sure this applies to Lucien and Elain, as they are compatible in many ways.

This points to Azriel clinging to whatever reasoning he can to justify or excuse his feelings and actions.

There's a sense of entitlement here.

Rhys's face blanching: could be because there are many male Fae who believe their mate is their property, and Rhys is concerned with the line of thinking Azriel is following here.

Deserve: sense of entitlement here.

Azriel proceeds to give other reasonings that are not aligned with his previous questioning. He went from questioning the Cauldron to saying Elain's mate isn't good enough (yet Azriel himself doesn't deem himself worthy of her) to then saying Elain doesn't want him "anyway".

"So what does it matter?"

Points to Azriel clinging to whatever reasoning he can to justify or excuse his feelings and actions. Almost tantrum-like

This might be applicable here

Az in a nutshell

To be continued...

#azriel bonus chapter #azriel shadowsinger #elain archeron #acosf #lucien vanserra #wandering mind #sjm give us peace #elain acotar #lucien acotar

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television-overload · 4 hours

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of our own making

(an X-Files fanfic)

Chapter 13/34 - cinnamon rolls

[Read on AO3]

It’s a little awkward at first, but he gets the sense that she just doesn’t want to be alone after what happened with Pfaster, and he can’t fault her for that. The crime scene cleaners left the place spotless, even had some furniture replaced using some of the insurance money, and he’s thankful that that’s one less thing they need to worry about.

Eventually they fall into a rhythm—commuting to work together, dividing household chores, adding his name to the lease... By the last week of January, he’s almost completely moved in, and things have been good. Really good. It surprises him how little he misses his own apartment and the life he built there. It was never a home.

Scully’s apartment… Well, he can see it becoming one.

He wakes on a Saturday to the sound of knocking on the door, bolting upright, suddenly wide awake. He glances at the time on the clock in the kitchen. Just after 8 a.m.

After the last unwelcome visitor to this address, he's understandably on edge. He briefly wonders if he should have his weapon handy, when the knock sounds again, this time followed by the gentle call of “Dana?”

Maggie. Uh oh.

He rubs his face frantically, smoothing his hair and trying to make himself look like he wasn't asleep just a minute ago. Sure, it might seem like a logical thing to do, to inform his partner’s mother that he now lives with her. But that would mean admitting to a fair few other things that she’s decidedly not ready to tell her, so for now, his mother-in-law remains in the dark.

He hurriedly folds the blanket he was using and throws it and the pillow into the spare bedroom.

He opens the door to Scully's room, hoping she's decent, and whispers loudly, "Scully! Scully, your mom's at the door!"

He gets a muffled, "Huh?" in response before her brain catches up to what he'd said, and she sits up.

It's too early to explain. If they tell her he's moving in, they'll have to tell her about their marriage and the appointment they went to at the adoption agency. They aren't ready for that.

"Should I hide in the other room?" he asks as she stands and puts on her robe.

"Like you're some high school boyfriend I snuck in, Mulder?" she says incredulously as she passes him. "Just go sit on the couch."

He does as she asks, turning on the TV at a low volume and attempting to sit as casually as possible on the couch.

She casts an amused glance at him before opening the door.

"Hi, Mom."

"Dana, did I wake you?"

"Uh, no, I was just getting ready," she lies.

"I would have come later, but I brought breakfast," Maggie says, gesturing with a dish covered in tin foil. "I wanted to see how you're doing. May I come in?"

Scully glances over her shoulder for a second before nodding and stepping aside to allow her mother to enter.

"I brought cinnamon rolls and fruit salad and—” her eyes settle on the unexpected occupant on the couch. “Oh! Hello, Fox!"

He can tell he's caught her off guard.

"Hi Mrs. Scully." He smiles, trying not to cringe at the awkwardness suddenly filling the room.

Mrs. Scully turns to her daughter. "I'm so sorry, I didn't know you had company!"

"Mulder came over to help me go through some stuff to donate," Scully lies again, nodding toward the pile of boxes they have yet to unpack from Mulder's apartment. Good thing he doesn't have his personal items scattered all around yet. Score one for procrastination.

"Oh, do you need any help?" Maggie asks, setting her tray down and taking a step in their direction.

"NO!" Scully says a little too loudly, holding out a hand. "No, that's okay. There's not that much left to do."

"Alright..." Maggie says unsurely, returning to her task of readying their breakfast. "Fox, there's plenty of food,” she adds, glancing up at him kindly. “You're welcome to join us."

He's not sure if it would be better or worse to decline politely, but his growling stomach makes the choice for him.

"Sounds great," he says, standing to join them in the kitchen.

Mrs. Scully's eyes travel down to the plaid pajama pants he wears, then back up with an unreadable smile.

"Laundry day," he says as an excuse, as if he would ever leave the house like this for no reason at all.

She nods, then shakes her head in amusement and unwraps the foil from the pan.

"I'm going to warm these in the oven. Fox, would you mind brewing some coffee?"

"Mom, I can—" Scully tries, but Mulder is quicker.

"I got it, Scully."

While Maggie is turned away, he collects the coffee mugs that are distinctly his from the cabinet and hides them on the top shelf where they won't be visible. Instead, he extracts three matching ones, all cream colored and coordinated as only Scully could be.

Breakfast passes about as awkwardly as the entire morning has, so far. Mulder manages to stuff a pile of adoption documents into a drawer just before Maggie sees them, and Scully thankfully prevents her from insisting on helping to put food away in the fridge, which is a lot more full now that more than one person lives here. Maggie asks Scully how she's doing, if she has any travel plans, and he decides he'll die on the spot if Scully tells her about their upcoming trip to Los Angeles for a movie premiere that ought to take a few years off his life. Thankfully, she remains tight-lipped about that one. He suspects her hopes for the film are about as high as his, which is to say, not high at all.

Eventually, he starts nervously glancing at the clock, watching the time tick closer and closer to when he's supposed to be at his apartment to arrange the transport of his larger furniture with the movers. If Mrs. Scully doesn't leave soon, he'll have to make up some excuse and leave himself, and Scully won't be able to come as she had planned.

"Mom, I hate to push you out the door, but Mulder and I have some stuff to take care of today," Scully comments, and Mulder suppresses a sigh of relief.

Maggie's eyes widen. The last thing she wants is to be a burden. "Of course!” she says. “I'll let you two get to it. Thanks for letting me drop in."

Scully gives a placid smile. "Thank you for breakfast."

She brushes off her thanks, busying herself with gathering up the dishes she’d brought over, then starting toward the door. "Bye, Fox," she directs toward him on her way out, offering a small wave goodbye.

He reciprocates with a nod and a forced smile. "Bye, Mrs. Scully."

His partner walks her mother to the door, whispering softly as they go. He can still hear them talking in low voices while he gets started on washing the dishes, the elder Scully’s words meant for her daughter’s ears only. He slows his movements, listening in over the sound of sloshing water as best as he can, curiosity getting the best of him.

"I'm your mother, Dana, I can tell when you're lying," Maggie says, her tone admonishing.

He can't hear what, if anything, Dana says in response. If she does speak, it's so quiet that it's beyond the capabilities of his hearing, despite his best efforts.

"If I were in your shoes, I'd feel safer if Fox were sleeping on my couch too, honey, you don't need to be embarrassed,” her mother continues. “It's okay to need someone, especially after what you've been through."

Scully sighs. "That's not…” she starts, then gives up and finishes with, “Okay, yeah, thanks Mom."

"You call me if you need anything," Maggie tells her.

Scully smiles. "I will. I love you."

"Love you too, sweetie.” She wraps her daughter in a hug, pressing a kiss to her cheek before pulling away. “Next time I'll call before I stop by, hmm?"

He can tell Scully is blushing just by the sound of her voice.

"I– I think that would be a good idea."

"Have a good day, Dana." Then, louder, "You too, Fox."

He gives one last awkward wave goodbye from the sink, and she leaves.

Scully puts her face in her hands as soon as she's gone, and groans.

"The secret lives to see another day," Mulder announces triumphantly, setting the dish drying towel aside with a wry smile. Scully shoots him a look, and he relents. "If this gets too hard, you can tell her, you know."

"No, it's fine,” she says, waving him off. “She just can't drop by and visit like that anymore. It's not going to work."

He presses his lips together, wondering if maybe they had rushed into things a little. He hopes she doesn’t regret it.

"I'm sorry, Scully,” he apologizes. “Maybe we should have waited."

She shakes her head, which comes as an instant relief to him. "Either way, this would have happened eventually,” she says. “But if this adoption doesn't work out..."

"It will," he says without hesitating.

"What if it doesn't?"

Not an option, he thinks.

"Then I can just get another apartment," he answers with a shrug.

She stares at him incredulously. "After going through all this trouble to get rid of the one you have now?” she asks. “Maybe it's not too late to hold onto it, you can tell them you've changed your mind."

He looks at her. "Is that what you want me to do?" he asks.

Her shoulders deflate. "I just don't want this to be harder than it needs to be if your plans fall through," she admits, concern pinching her eyebrows together.

This is one of those moments, he knows, where they need to be really clear with communication. It doesn’t come easily to either of them, but it matters. He hopes his next question will bring some clarity to the discussion, as much as her potential answer terrifies him.

"So if we don't end up adopting, you'd rather I go?"

Once the words are out, he watches closely for her response, trying to guess what she’s thinking by the look on her face.

Her confusion does nothing to alleviate his unease.

"Why would you stay?" she asks.

That’s easy, he thinks.

"Better company than at my place," he answers with a shrug.

He can see her thinking over his response, assessing him to see if he’s joking or not. It seems she—rightfully—comes to the correct conclusion. He’s dead serious.

"I– I'd want you to stay,” she says finally, her words providing him with the reassurance he needed. “The number of times we've both had our places broken into, I'd feel a lot better if..."

"I couldn't agree more,” he interrupts, smiling wide.

"And we spend almost every day together anyway,” she continues. “And when we travel, one of us always has to drive across town to pick the other up…"

"Logistically, we should have done this years ago," he finishes for her, and oh , how true that is. There’s a lot of things he should have done years ago.

She laughs. "I haven't had a roommate since med school."

"You smell a lot better than the one I had at Oxford," he jokes.

Her answering eye roll is worth every second he had to share a room with Reginald Butts, an aptly named law student.

"Thanks for that, Mulder. I'm sure that's high praise."

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