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[tinytarotandtea]

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What's your future S/O's love language?

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A/N: Hiya my loves! Sorry it's been awhile, been super busy and just not in the right headspace to be doing readings and I didn't want to force them. But, I'm back, and hoping to get back to doing more of these. Also apolgies for the change in style for these reaidngs, just trying out new ways to do these :)

PILE ONE -

Hello my lovelies!! How are y'all? Good I hope! And I hope this lil reading brightens your day a little if not :)

Your future S/O is very much giving off acts of service vibes when it comes to their love language. But in a deeper, more emotional sense. They're there for you through every dark time that passes through you. They're there to carry your burdens, help with your responsibilities, and help you heal.

So whilst they might show their love through little things like making you tea or helping you with the small things, they're also there to help carry those deeper burdens, ease your responsibilities and help with those deep emotional struggles that threaten to drown you. They're there to help you heal, too, maybe from past relationships that snuffed you out. They're there to help you learn those tricky lessons, too.

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PILE TWO -

Hiya, pile two! I hope your day is as bright as you are, and that this reading brightens it even more!

With your future S/O, my loves, I'm getting a mix of acts of service and a hint of quality time and emotional reparenting.

Their acts of service are subtle. Things like checking every morning, learning your routine and what helps you feel safe. They're not big talkers, or big on flashy, but they're reliable. They're there for you when it counts, and when you need them. They love spending time with you, too. Even if it's a quiet, daily activity. Be it helping you with the laundry or talking to you whilst they cook. They're not big on adventurous activities, and probably prefer to stay in for dates, or have sweet little dates like picnics or book shopping, things like that.

I'm also getting that your future S/O is healing from past wounds, childhood stuff or nostalgic wounds. They might be trying to unlearn love languages that they grew up with, or things they never received. This might mean them being extra soft with your inner child because they understand how that pain lingers.

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PILE THREE -

Hello pile three!! Are we doing well today? I hope so. Anyways, let's get into your reading.

So, your future S/O is giving major words of affirmation and emotional presence.

With words of affirmation, I feel like it's a mix of giving and receiving. Something in them wants to know that they're doing well, doing good, that they're safe and wanted. But they give it in return, too, like by giving you such words, it's helping them as much as it's helping you. They'll give the same reassurance in return.

They're very emotionally present, too. They're not going to leave easily, no matter how hard you try to push them away. They're in it even when things get messy between you both. They're there for all the small ups and downs, and even the bigger ones. They want to make things work between you two. A result of fear of abandonment or emotional stagnation, possibly. This might mean gently helping them release the past so they can fully step into being present with you.

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[intoblonde6ftwbbplayers]

Transferring Hearts; a love story from Columbia to Storrs

TransferTeammate! x UconnPaige!

pairing; octransferteammate! x uconnpaige!

description; A South Carolina transfer comes to uconn after winning her second championship. Not a lot of people know why but all Andrea knows is that she needed to get away for her cheating ex and her lying “friend”.

random details; Andrea Pierce was ranked #1 on espn for her class and that’s how she got a big following. She’s basically 3 years younger than paige (like 2 years and 10 months) she’s entering her junior season and has won the championship twice with south carolina and got MOP in the 23-24 season. Her ex bf (yes a bi queen represented) and her close friend were hooking up behind her back for weeks. Andrea is very active on social media especially tiktok and youtube (think tara yummy style vlogs and edits being made of her). 

warnings; none really just I have no clue about basketball like other then what I learned 8th and 9th grade when I was forced to play. Probably bad spelling and grammar bc idk how to used commas. Oh also forgot to mention Andrea is going Latina bc I love my Latina baddies

lmk if y'all want longer chapters like this or shorter ones!

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High off wining; prologue

April 6th 2024

"Hey guys what's up. It's your girls here with a quick little check in before tomorrow's game" Andrea said pulling her best friend and teammate Chloe Kitts into the camera

"Andrea Pierce basketball phenom and internet sensation everybody!" Chloe said giving her friend an introduction that wasn't needed but well deserved after her performance during this tournament.

Andrea begins blushing slightly "Okay bro not too much on me" she said with a smile

"alright y'all... i'm feeling it for tomorrow's game like seriously. Mark my words if our girl Andrea gets hot tomorrow then REALLY it's over for Iowa"

"Yeah we're speaking it into the universe guys. Gamecocks are taking the title tomorrow!" Andrea chants

"Yeahhhh! LETS GO WE GOT THIS!" Chloe yells right back into the camera before both girls look at each other laughing

"Alright, alright we need to get to bed before the big game tomorrow but we'll check in with you guys after getting the dub"

Andrea quickly stops the camera and sighs trying to shake out the nerves thinking about the game.

April 7th 2024

"And with 5 minutes left in the 4th quarter both Andrea Pierce and Kamilla Cardoso have been on fire tonight really pushing gamecocks ahead." Ryann Ruocco says

"Yes and let's talk a bit about Andrea Pierce for a second because at first glance you wouldn't expect a 5'7 shooting guard to be one of the biggest names of women's collegiate basketball" Rebecca Lobo said

"And that makes her all the more special. I mean from being ranked #1 in her class from ESPN and just seconds away from winning a national title with the gamecocks" Holly Rowe said

"I mean could Andrea Pierce be the key to a new dynasty for women's basketball? She was out for most of the season her freshman year with a knee injury but South Carolina has had a perfect season so far and Andrea Pierce has been a name that keeps coming up when you ask why" Rebecca Lobo says

"Her basketball IQ and court vision are unmatched I mean just this tournament alone, the no look passes, clutch three-pointers, and even blocks that have changed the game for the gamecocks this season." Rebecca Lobo continues

"And now finally with 4 seconds left and a 7-0 run by South Carolina, all by Andrea Pierce, the score is 87-75 with the gamecocks and Andrea Pierce solidifying this win for coach Dawn Staley and South Carolina." Ryan Ruocco said

"Lets check in with Holly on the court as she interviews Andrea Pierce" Rebecca Lobo said

"Yes thank you Rebecca, Im here with the Andrea Pierce who just got named most outstanding player. How do you feel right now Andrea?" Holly asks

"Uhm... Honestly im feeling really good right now. Just like on top of the world and just so extremely grateful for everything and for this season and for the people around me and that have supported me through everything"

"Yes you certainly have been through a lot in your short collegiate experience. How did your injury last year affect the way you went into this season?"

Andrea laughs nervously and looks down a bit before answering "It's changed the way I look at the world and has given me a deeper appreciation for everything I do and everything I want to accomplish. After my injury i was just living in a state of uncertainty but lots of people reached out, including players i've looked up to for a while, and I formed new bonds and deepened old ones that helped me get here today."

"Wow thats really sweet. Final question Andrea, you've had an amazing season and have even been referred to as the future of women's basketball and even just won MOP, what do you have to say about all this?" Holly asked

"I mean it wasn't just me it was my teammates giving me good looks, good assists, setting screens, the plays being made and just our overall trust in our talent. Everyone that's ever believed in me, close friends and family, and even my fans online that let me know that they're proud..."

Andrea looks to the side for a second with tears in her eyes.

"Ugh i'm tearing up I cant believe this, but uhm yeah when fans tell me 'you're doing so good' or like 'keep it up' like even those little moments have an impact and have gotten me that much closer to this moment and i'm so thankful for everything and everyone who has led me to this and... I cant wait to be back here next year for my second ring!" Andrea finishes excitedly, wiping her tears

"Alright thank you so much Andrea and again congratulations on the win and on the award." Holly finishes.

"Yeah thank you Holly. Bye!" Andrea says waiving one last time to the camera and giving Holly Rowe a quick side hug as she leaves to cut the net down.

"Wow what humble answers Andrea gave us, I mean at this point what's not to like she's great on the court and off" Holly says to the camera

"Yes and that comment about being back here next year? I believe it, I truly think that Andrea Pierce is just going to get better and already being so mature for being just 19 years old. We often talk about her poise on the court but off the court as well." Rebecca Lobo responds

"Yes I noticed that. Whenever you ask about a good game she talks about her teammates and coaching staff who made the plays or executed them, Andrea Pierce is next level and I don't want to jinx anything but it's likely we'll be seeing her cut this net down again in a year." Holly says bringing the broadcast to an end

Andrea runs to cut her piece of the net and even ends up getting a big piece to wear like a necklace.

She gets to the sidelines where her one of her closest friends, and roommate, Maddie, had been vlogging for her.

Andrea runs up to her and hugs her tightly.

Even though Maddie barely knew anything about basketball she had been Andreas friend since freshman orientation and was the first person to tell her that it was all going to be okay when she hurt her knee.

"You did it Drea I'm so proud of you!" Maddie says hugging her tightly while still recording.

"Thank you Maddie for being such a good friend and being there for me I wouldn't have been able to do this without you." Andrea says tearing up while thinking about all the highs and lows that her and Maddie have gone through together

As they finally pull away from each other Maddie spots Andreas new necklace that she assumes will be going home with them.

Maddie tugs on the net lightly and begins laughing at her friend. "New necklace?" she asks

"Yeah" Andrea responds glancing down. "You like it? 'Cause it's coming home with us." She says grabbing the net with both hands and lifting it toward Maddie to show her and the camera that caught this entire moment.

Andrea grabs the camera and says goodbye to Maddie who said she needed to get home to study for whatever pre-med class she said she was 'failing' (got anything below a 90).

"aight vlog its just us now! But guys oh my god i'm a national championnnnn!!" Andrea says walking toward the locker room now.

"It hasn't sank it yet... I'm just so thankful for all of you guys who have gone through everything with me and just grateful for everyone around me and most of all thank you God" Andrea finishes as she gets to the locker room where everyone is celebrating.

"There's our MOP" Kamilla says stretching the last syllable out playfully

"Aww I love you so much Kamilla I wouldn't have gotten this award without you."

"Heyyy vlogggg let me just steal them for a sec." Chloe says reaching for the camera.

Andrea and Chloe have a system when it comes to after a game. Chloe knows that the first person Andrea wants to call is her grandfather.

And she also knows that Andrea wants to capture every moment on camera so she helps her out by 'stealing' the camera for her segment of the video.

Andrea quietly thanks Chloe and proceeds to FaceTime her grandpa who picks up immediately.

"Hola abuelo!" (hi grandpa) she greets excitedly

"Hola mi princesita, estoy tan orgulloso de usted." (Hi my princess, im so proud of you) he says holding the phone at a very low angle like any old person.

"Gracias abuelo! Me nombraron la jugadora mas destacada del torneo. Y mire mi nuevo collar... le gusta?" (Thank you grandpa! They named me most outstanding player in the tournament. And look at my new necklace... do you like it?) Andrea said holding her net up to the screen smiling like someone had given her the whole universe.

"Me encanta. Bueno se que esta ocupada ahorita pero ya viene el verano entonces espero verla pronto. La quiero mucho, adios" (I love it. Well i know you're busy right not but summer is coming up so I hope to see you soon. I love you so much, bye)

"Adios abuelo lo quiero mucho!" (Bye grandpa i love you so much!) Andrea says hanging up the phone and going to find Chloe again.

"So where's Ethan?" Chloe asked Andrea as they get into the car ready to head back to the hotel

they were gonna celebrate back at Columbia since they had a 5 am flight the next day

"Oh he said he needed to study for some engineering class and couldn't come to the game or celebrate"

"Drea... You know I love you right but, why do you put up with that? I mean you deserve someone who see's how great you are and how bright you shine, not Ethans ass who gets in a mood every time someone talks about your accomplishments." Chloe says as they wait at a red light

"I dont know... I love him. When we met I was in a really dark place mentally and he helped me through it and even if we're going through a rough patch right now I do love him so much." Andrea says finishing the conversation

April 8th 2024

"Aight bye Drea see you tonight!" Chloe says once they arrive back their dorms.

"Yeah see you later!"

Thats when Andrea gets her phone out to see if Ethan has texted her back yet.

Still no reply. Andrea loved texting and often had no shame about pressing the 'notify anyway' button. Because who do you think you are on dnd?

But at this point her and Ethans texts were starting to look like he wasn't her boyfriend and more like a guy trying to ghost her.

'Heading to the game now'

delivered.

'Okay I lowk ate warmups up so we got this'

delivered.

'nvm thats fucking cc out there'

'who do I think I am? they beat uconn'

'they beat fucking paige bueckers yesterday'

'how can we even compete with that?'

delivered.

'ok officially crashing out wtf'

delivered.

'babe?'

delivered.

'sorry ik ur studying'

'just respond when u can'

delivered.

'ok momentary lapse of judgment'

'im fucking Andrea Pierce'

'I GOT THIS'

'LIKE DEADASS I GOT THIS'

delivered.

'BABE I GOT FUCKING MOP'

'LETS GOOO'

'LETS FUCKING GO OMGOMGOMG'

'IM ACTUALLY HIM'

delivered.

That was all last night. Andrea hadn't bothered to text Ethan this morning. She didn't know what had been going on lately but her and Ethan had been fighting a lot recently.

She felt like he was always on edge around her and didn't know why. He was picking fight for no reason or just wont respond for days and then act like nothing happened.

Andrea was getting a bit tired of it but she loved him so much. Be cause he wasn't always like this. He used to kind and would always check up on her mental health and never said anything about basketball because he didn't care about her stats only her.

But it felt like recently he not only doesn't care about her stats he just doesn't care about her either which really hurt Andrea but she figured that it was just the honeymoon phase coming to an end and nothing more.

All Andrea wanted to do was get back to her dorm and take a nap before going out tonight but she remembered that she had let Kamilla borrow her charger on the plane and she really needed it back.

So Andrea being half asleep at this point dragged herself over to Kamilla's dorm. Once Andrea showed up to her room she saw the door wasn't fully closed so she just let herself in.

As she walked in Andrea heard it before she saw it. Ethan's muffled voice mixed with kamilla's giggles coming from her room where that door was also left ajar.

"Bro what the fuck..?" Andrea quietly mumbled to herself as she walked up to the room where she didn't want it to be true.

As she walked in she saw Ethan and Kamilla on her bed making out and looking like the happiest people on earth so wrapped in with each other they didn't hear her walk in.

"So this is why you've been weird lately, Ethan? Because you've been fucking Kamilla?" Andrea said finally breaking them from their trance making her presence known

"I-Oh-Uh-Fuck! No! It's not what it looks like babe!" Ethan says barley able to form a sentence

"Do you think im fucking slow? She's literally on top of you. Like there is no possible way you this isn't exactly what it looks like... and it looks like 2 lil bitches who I never wanna see or talk to again."

"No Andrea this is the first time please baby you have to understand. We were just high off the win! You know a little celebration?" Ethan says getting out from under Kamilla and moving toward Andrea to try and calm her down

"High off the win? That's your excuse? Ew."

"We're fucking done Ethan. Fuck both of you."

The second the words leave Andreas mouth they feel bitter. She truly had so much love for both of them and for them to be able to treat her like this and be able to betray her then literally turn around and say 'I love you' is making her question who she can trust

Andrea quickly grabs her charger that she spots on the desk in the corner and makes her way out.

Portal Promise; chapter 1

April 13th 2024

It's officially been the most chaotic and dramatic 5 days of Andreas life.

Everything had gone downhill since that moment. Apparently in the time that Andrea had taken to take a nap and try and clear her mind after finding out her close friend and boyfriend were hooking up, they decided to get ahead of the story and start making shit up about her.

Ethan started spreading weird ass rumors about how Andrea was crazy and that she was manipulative and Kamilla was backing him which made it that much more believable.

Andrea was so overwhelmed and ended up speaking with coach Staley about everything that happened. Staley told her that she would speak to Kamilla but also knew that the damage was already done and that the team and the school would probably never feel the same to Andrea anymore.

So as much as it pained Staley to see one of her best players leave and one that she genuinely had grown to love and care for so much these past 2 years. She reminded Andrea that she still had time to enter the transfer portal.

So after some thought Andrea decided that she would. She told Chloe and Maddie of course, but the rest of the team had barely spoken to her since everything had gone down. Andrea knew they were just trying to keep the peace and not pick sides but it didn't help how alone she felt when people were believing those rumors.

And even though Andrea knew that the media would be all over her about the reason why. She knew that it was the right choice to make for her future. And who knows, maybe this could be the start of something great?

May 19th 2024

'On a recent instagram post made by uconnwbb you see that 19 year old basketball phenom Andrea Pierce has officially committed to Uconn'

Andrea was nervous. She didn't know what to expect. She was going to play for Geno Auriemma who had coached uconn into the dynasty it's known for and she wanted to live up to those standards.

June 2024

Andrea was about to walk into the women's basketball training facility for the first time and officially meet everyone. Sure she had been following Azzi Fudd on instagram, they were friends.

Her and Azzi had met a couple of times during their AAU days and were even on the same USA basketball team one year. But after Andrea got hurt last year Azzi reached out knowing what it's like to tear your acl at a young age and gave her some much needed advice.

CD had already let Andrea know that she had gone through all her vlogs and actually commended how well spoken and how poised she made sure she always presented as.

And said she could continue vlogging as long as it stayed within their guidelines for what they can do or say in media.

Andrea hadn't spoken to the media about her decision to leave South Carolina yet or posted anything on socials which was out of character for her, but what was she supposed to say?

My boyfriend and teammate fucked behind my back then spread rumors about me so I wanted to leave? Ew.

But Andrea quickly shook those negative thoughts out her head as she approached the gym locker room and heard a couple voices.

"Dude i'm so excited"

"Yeah have you seen her highlights?"

"Forget her highlights, lets talk about the face card and the game day hair"

"She's so cool like"

Andrea hears a couple of phrases but since they're all talking over each other she doesn't catch everything. Suddenly she doesn't feel as nervous when she hears the quiet whispers and the giggles coming from her new teammates.

Because at the end of the day they're all just girls who all share a love for the same sport.

"Wait shut up I hear someone coming!" Andrea hears someone whisper horribly which makes her laugh slightly

"Uh... Hey everyone" Andrea says looking around the locker room at everyone thats just getting settled in.

"Oh my god!"

"Hiii"

"Hey"

"Andrea Pierce!"

Everyone echos out at the same time. Which makes both Andrea and Azzi laugh, being the most familiar with you she decides to take the lead.

"I always said you'd look better in blue Drea" She finished quietly before the hurricane of fangirl questions and comments came in.

Azzi tried to recruit Andrea her senior year of high school but she had already fallen in love with South Carolina by then. She did let Azzi know that her efforts were appreciated and that Uconn was almost chosen.

"Yes guys this is THE Andrea Pierce so fangirl all you want know because you know coach is gonna get mad if you're all distracted during practice" She says walking up and putting her arm around your shoulder in a reassuring way to let Andrea know it was all going to be okay.

(random switch to first person idk why)

It was a lot from Kk and some from Caroline and even a couple from the incoming freshman Morgan and Sarah. Most of it having to do with basketball but every couple seconds Kk would throw in a comment about your 'face card never declines' or how your 'fits are always fire' which you thanked her for and even complimented some of her stuff you'd seen as well.

Then you finally got to Paige. And even after all of them fangirling over you and wanting to know everything about how you can score at all three levels while still looking good. It was not your turn to be starstruck.

Because Paige Bueckers was someone you had looked up to since she was in High School and now you're going to be on the same team. And she was looking right into your soul with the most pleasing smile in the world.

Luckily that smile and stare only made you forget your name for 2 seconds before you remembered where you were and just went with a simple 'hi' and a smile before turning back to the group making sure you were now officially following all of them on instagram and TikTok.

(back to third)

But what Andrea didn't know is that Paige had been a little starstruck too and the only person that knew just how closely she had followed your career was Azzi.

So the second Andrea looked away already fitting in with everyone so well, Azzi turned back to Paige and quietly asked if 'she had remembered her name yet or if she was just gonna keep staring'

Paige just shook her head and said a little too loudly "Bro i'm not staring" which made some of the group look at her confused for a second before going back to their conversation

"Im simply observing the newest member of our team" Paige finished quite this time

But the look Azzi gave her best friend wasn't one of belief it was one of knowing.

Because Azzi Fudd knew that this portal transfer could promise their team the chance to get back to the final four and win it all this time.

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all any suggestions y'all want me to include in this story, my request r always open!!

thx for reading, goodnight!

[able-juice]

I'm not ignoring your asks, things have just been "a lot" lately. I'm going through some financial stuff, trying to find a job one that doesn't make me want to rip my face off, but my car is currently broken, and a lot of other personal things I'm not going to get into. I don't normally promote my Ko-fi, but if you can contribute anything it would be very much appreciated. I know everyone is exhausted and broke, so I want to say only donate if you can. And if you have any suggestions for remote jobs, that will be helpful too!

Anyway here's my Ko-fi and I'll try to get more active soon.

[rotagnus]

who has a crush on youuuu. . . [pick a pile!]

some specific person from your lifee!!! i'll try to describe each energy w/ specifics that may not apply to each person...i will specify when this is! enjoy. as always, if this does not resonate; do not force it to. i may not be the tarot reader for you.

guys i'm so excited for summer! i can already tell i'll be in my introspective era and i'll be trying to heighten my senses and my time more to spirituality, so i will most likely be more active on here, especially between mid-july and mid-august.

p1.

this person tries to be nonchalant and they fail, most of the time...the only time they're trying to be CHALANT is when they come off as nonchalant. all around, they're a huge weirdo, but i mean that in an endearing way. genuine. has hobbies. has a life outside of work/school. may be in the beauty/entertainment business or simply have interests in those spheres...think soundcloud rappers (💀💀💀), aestheticians, dancers, people who practice singing/dancing, music lovers, etc. they're very invested in whatever they love. deeply loyal. not so self-aware, though. they contrast you because they're not necessarily on a constant journey to better themselves, and they go with the flow. in their opinion, life lessons come regardless of if you look for them or not. they want that old-school kinda love, if you know what i'm hearing. they have fashion from a specific decade, too; they're all about nicheness. you won't catch them changing styles very often 'cause they know what they like (YOU 🫵🫵). they're not in the middle of anything...on extreme sides of spectrum. so think either really long hair or really short hair, really dark eyes or really light eyes, etc. they may have light skin, though. as for personality, they're very controlling, not necessarily in a bad way...but they hate seeing people do shit that's worth NOTHING when they know they can do better. they're deeply loyal and a bit egotistic, so i'm definitely getting fire sign. but they probably don't believe in spirituality, astrology, etc. but they may have a deep faith in one of the abrahamic faiths is what i'm hearing.

p2.

artsy and obsessed with being special. this person hates being like anyone else and may do things to stand out on purpose...like have a unique physical appearance, or they may have been the funny kid way back in your high school years. they are actively healing their need for attention though. they didn't grow up privileged or rich, or with a silver spoon in their mouth. but when they were young, they had big ass dreams. if anyone knows the song 'eastside' by halsey n benny blanco, this is them vibes. they literally clawed their way out of pain and came out stronger, so they do know how to be humble. if they have high opinions of certain aspects of themselves, it's because they know that they're worth all that. they are willing to do anything to get what they want, but with people? they struggle with connections. they have a very empathetic mind, but they may view relationships as something analytical from childhood. looks wise, i believe they have darker hair, short-medium length, probably styled a specific memorable way. they might be fussy about the way that their face looks, so obsessed with skincare n stuff. they are risktakers. they don't play around and this person is genuinely obsessed with striving forwards. they probably grew up with parents that told them to work hard, and that's exactly what they did. they are relentless optimists. may not be good at saving money. obsessed with underground tiktok trends. people may think that they're hard to be around but if they truly like someone, they become to most lovable person in the world.

p3

this person is literally on fire. nothing about them is calm. well, on the inside, anyways. they may come off as guarded and cool, but there's always something going on in their life. they're very determined people and would do anything for love, and they may have sought it out in ways that ended up hurting them, i.e through sex, drugs, money, hobbies that are physically/mentally harmful. they've been betrayed and backstabbed several times throughout their life. what they like about you is that the version of you they have in their head contrasts them...they think you're completely pure and innocent, that your energy is entirely sweet. they have mommy issues. however, they can be real gentle with people that they like. probably because they don't want that to be reciprocated, because they're very guarded and they wanna love and NOT be loved. something about them physically is bright. their eyes may carry a lot of emotion, or there's one specific physical aspect that stands out from the rest. other than that, i think they blend in. they don't try to stand out because they do, enough as it is. they're a good friend and they stick to their little circle. they also have a good gut sense throughout life, and may use this rather than devote themselves to a specific faith/way of living. they can be prideful. good at the things they do, but they always feel like they're never good ENOUGH at those. suffer from anxiety. this person makes or breaks their life; even though they want somebody to save them, the only one who can is themselves.

[houseofhyde]

omg i LOVE ur manchild fic🙏🙏

i so feel like the first time they’d say i love you would be over the phone when bucky was away on mission

hed def be the one to say it first

like youd jump to pick up the no caller id call knowing its him

and yk how like hed always keep it short like one sentence and would wait for her to say hello

shed be like ‘hello’ expecting him to js say ‘im fine’ or ‘go back to sleep’ and hed just say ‘i love u’ out of the blue and then hang up the phone before u could even get a word in

i swear buckys acc the loml😔

no bc you actually dug into the crevice of my mind and pulled this out, anon!

they're such an unconventional pair — despite being made for each other — because, between reader's attachment avoidance issues and bucky's... well, everything, labels and traditional relationship milestones would often happen unexpectedly.

i'm 100% on board with both the fact that: 1) bucky says it first & 2) he says while away on a mission. it's barely even enunciated properly, more just a pile of letters smushed together in bucky's mouth and spit down a staticky line of poor-connection.

"iloveyou," and he's hung up, gone, abandoning you to the silence.

except, with bucky's infamously bad timing, this is the one time you're not in silence, you're not in bed, you're not even at home. you're stood completely still in the middle of a club's dance floor, drunk out your face (or not, wtv floats you boat), with your friends dancing all around you, and you're just staring. out into space, wide eyed, while pitbull or neyo or wtv early 2000s pop song is playing over the speakers.

that (sweet) motherfucker has just stained the first i love you in the taste of vodka, the stench of sweat, and he has the nerve to not even physically be here for you to berate him over it, and then kiss him ofc bc he's so handsome, and sweet, and he loves you.

you don't bring it up when he calls the next day. or the day after. or even the day after after. so bucky is, of course, doing what bucky does best: panicking!

good. serves him right.

safe to say his hands are a little shaky when he's eventually unlocking the front door to your apartment, until he sees you, cursing under your breath and holding your hand under the running water of the kitchen sink.

attentive and worried, his bags are abandoned on the floor in favour of racing over to you, heart beating harder than it was when he was actively being shot at two days ago (he will definitely not be telling you about that, ofc). all that panic just to see you've accidentally burnt the tip of your fingers taking something out the oven and, even though you try to shrug off his worried chastising, you fold instantly to his silent request to kiss your fingertips better.

"i think i'll just stick to letting you bake," you eventually cough up in shame, and that's when he finally notices something on the kitchen island.

a very poorly decorated cake, featuring your awful handwriting that he's learnt to understand: i love you too.

he eats the cake, and then you.

god i'm actually insane about these two, someone take me out back and shoot me!!

[isetfiretomyself]

Yandere Male Chef X G/N Actor Reader

This is my first request for a Yan online! YIPPEE :D I don't think I'd respond to questions again because damn it ruined my engagement last time. This took me way longer then expected to get done(⁠ ⁠≧⁠Д⁠≦⁠)Guys I need you to understand how long it took me to figure out how this guy was gonna lose his mind(⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠) - Jay

Trigger Warnings! Putting people in harms way, Unhealthy Protectiveness, Violence, Gore, Cannibalism, Tricked into Cannibalism, This Fic gets a little darker then my normal stuff! This is all fictional I don't condone toxic behaviour or crimes irl!

🔪Yandere Chef who worked at his families restaurant till he was 17. He was taught to cook with love and care! He then got the opportunity to learn professionally were he spent years working with the best of the best! It's wasn't about fun anymore it was about perfection.

🔪Yandere Chef didn't like people by the end of his training and worked out private work was so much more isolating then high class restaurants. He would come in for romantic dinners, parties, whatever, whenever. He didn't care.

That's where he met you. Wade learnt what to expect from certain clients. Influences usually want small appetizers for parties, athletes want meals they can heat up but you. Actor's usually want a show piece for events, you just wanted your favourite meal alone on your birthday. How bizarre?

🔪Yandere Chef knocked at your penthouse. You opened the door. "Hiya! You're here!" Wade isn't used to people talking so excitedly around him. It reminds him of his childhood before yelling negatively was what ingrained into him. He didn't really like having these feelings brought up in him.

🔪Yandere Chef was lead to your kitchen where you had all the ingredients neatly laid out, cute. What surprised him more was when you sat opposite him elbows on the counter. "You don't need to be about. I won't burn your kitchen down." "Oh! I know! I just wanted to keep you company! If I'm allowed?"

🔪Yandere Chef was taken aback. "Who am I to deny you on your birthday?" He was so curious about you that for the first time he questioned a client. "Why are you alone on your birthday?" "Oh! I prefer being on my own!" "Amen to that." He mumbles while focusing on the meal.

He plated your meal and to his surprise you ate all of it. If it's one thing he's learnt from celebrities is that they never eat everything. Something about being "humble" or not being "greedy", whatever it's insulting to see the food he spends hours cooking get only half ate.

"This is so good! You're so talented!" You were so excited over his food it threw him off guard.

🔪Yandere Chef felt a little embarrassed. He's not had so much praise since he was a child. He was more thrown of guard when you tried tipping him on your birthday. "You don't need to do that." He tried resisting but you wouldn't let it happen. "Please, I really, really want to! I haven't had such a delicious meal in a while!"

Wade went home looking going through the cash you gave him. Most of the time celebrities pre pay, completely ignore him and send him on his way. On a bad day he'll actively hear people negatively talk about his food. You were so happy it was such a harsh contrast.

🔪Yandere Chef was hired for a house warming party. Some rich actor wanting show off his mansion. He was there hours early making appetizers because none wants a real meal anymore. He had everything set up and was about to leave and till his client stood in his pathway.

"Listen it's totally optional but you're hard to get and I think if you showed your face it'd be pretty cool. I mean you're notoriously hard to get and I did give you a generous tip."

That's how Wade ended up with swirling red wine around in a glass, sat on an expensive sofa debating if he should stain it. He had people come up to him mainly trying to hire him or trying to get gossip on his prior clients. He was going to leave when he hears someone from the other side of the room. "Oh my! Wade! Hiya!" You come rushing over. "I thought you made the food, it's so delicious!" Then like a proud parent you dragged him around telling everyone how good the food is and how they should try it. It was so embarrassing!

🔪Yandere Chef was leaning on a wall watching you talk to others. Why does he always feels so embarrassed around you? That's when your laugh brought a realisation within him. You're so pure in such a vile industry. You remind him of his family restaurant, where there was hard work but joy in his creations.

Wade noticed the way some of the others side eyed you. He felt a scoff come from his throat, they were so stuck up, it irritates him.

🔪Yandere Chef takes his hands in yours. "Would you want me to make you another meal? This one's on me." The host's visitors were all shocked. Behaviour like this wasn't common! He noticed the eyes on you made you embarrassed. "I don't mind..." You mumble.

🔪Yandere Chef was making something for you in your kitchen. He was actually trying to engage with you this time. "So." Wade said cutting up vegetables. "You're an actor but you get nervous at parties, why?" He watches you trace circles in your counter. "I don't know...I was a child actor so I suppose it's all I've known." His face hardens.

🔪Yandere Chef thinks you deserve better. I mean you're a good actor but you're better then acting in his eyes. "How many movies have you been in then?" "Didn't you look me up?" "No?" Everything went silent. You had lunged forward over the counter and hugged him. "You're the first person not to goggle me in a while..." You mumbled into his shoulder.

Now the two of you had a sort of alliance or whatever. You called it a friendship.

🔪Yandere Chef was cooking for some rich couple while they were watching TV in the living room. He didn't mind, the women was sweet but the man was cold. He's glad they left him alone. He could faintly hear the TV when your voice was on the screen. Must of been a show or movie you were in.

Wade felt himself smile when he can hear your faint voice from the screen. That's when he can hear his client being rude about your appearance.How dare they!?

🔪Yandere Chef was following a recipe from the husbands descendants. The ink was smudged already in some places so what if he smudged the part on how much spice he was suppose to put in the meal?

It was too spicy. The couple started yelling at him. But he simply pointed at the recipe he followed. By the end the couple was apologising to him completely unaware Wade was in fact to blame.

🔪Yandere Chef didn't like people who were rude to his friends. And you were his friend now. You said so.

🔪Yandere Chef started hanging out with you more and realised maybe he didn't hate all rich people. (Acting like he isn't yk...rich)You were so down to earth. Wade had you round his house watching movies when and advert for your show came on.

You cringed leaning on wades chest to hide your face. "Mute it! Mute it!" You cried. "Seriously you don't need to act." He rubbed the side of your arm. "I just don't want to feel useless.." That's when it hit him, the best idea he ever had in his entire life.

🔪Yandere Chef opened a restaurant! The famous private chef opening up a small restaurant in a busy part of the city. He had the help from his business friend (Yandere Ex Wife cough cough) to insure it.

🔪Yandere Chef needed your help. Well need is a strong word. It gave you a reason not to act, helping your friend! The more you helped, the closer you two got, the closer you two got, the stronger he's feelings for you grew. Manifesting into someone more sinister.

Who complemented him it never meant anything compared to you. You would come in to help the chef's to clean the kitchen after the shifts sometimes too! Aren't you a cutie?

🔪Yandere Chef was opening up early in the morning. Putting his keys into the door but before turning he hears your voice. "Wade! I'm on my way to a magazine shoot but I made you something!" You show a box of homemade sweet treats. "Don't eat them Infront of me...I don't want to know what a renowned chef thinks of my online recipes!" He watches you run off. He hates that your still in the public eye. So casually complacent with your discomfort because what if the change is worse than the norm?

🔪Yandere Chef sat in an empty booth of his restaurant before his employees came in. He opened the box and to see cookies, brownies and sorts. He bites into one. It was so average but tasted so good. Thick tears run down his face, splattering against the table. He's never been the one served food before. Since he was a child he always cooked his food and dinner. Unprovoked act of kindness was something that hit him in a sensitive spot.

🔪Yandere Chef kept working and till he heard you had came to visit. As much as he complains about you being in the public eye but you haven't done any acting since he opened his restaurant, I suppose Wade's plan sort of worked.

Wade walked through. He was going to ask you round his, he as many times before but this time it romantic. He wants you, He needs you to be his. He see's your gorgeous face but before he can talk to you, A waiter has got your attention to try and flirt with you. This angered him. You don't deserve some dirt like that, the world doesn't deserve you. Nobody deserves you.

🔪Yandere Chef had staff stay back to help him clean. Purposely giving the guy trying to flirt with you a hard job so he stays back longer. "Boss, I'm done. I'm going to clock out for the day,Okay?" He turned his back not being able to see Wade pick up a meat tenderizer and smash it on the back of his head.

The lifeless body lays on the white kitchen floor. Wade had already turned the cameras off. The cameras needed to be reset anyway so nobody knows who came in and never came out. The servers head was caved at the back, a slight dent filled with dark red blood before overflowing onto the floor. "Disgusting pig." He said while spitting on the corpse. Wade took out his own personal cooking utensils from a tool box. Taking out a meat cleaver he slides it along the body's corpse angling it away from the corpse and pushes down in a sliding motion skinning the flesh of the bone. It reminds Wade of how his father taught him to handle meat while preparing a dish.

You were in bed, it was quarter to midnight and you were snuggled in your bed thinking about your day. You hope Wade likes the food you made. He was very supportive! Acting was something you felt like you grew out of and he understood that. You've been trying to stay out of the public eye since but it's all you've ever known. Maybe you could ask Wade for a job? Is that scummy? I mean he was so caring! While you were debating the ethics of asking your friend for a job, you hear a knock on your door.

You were scared a little. Checking your doorbell camera, you see Wade waiting there. "What are you doing here?" You asked, rubbing your eyes. "Midnight snack?" He ruffles your hair. Usually you wouldn't eat so late at night but Wades such a good Chef. It was a meat you've never tried before goat, horses? It was strange.

Little did you know Yandere Chef had feed you the man who tried to flirt with you.You didn't know is this is a morbid start to a brutal end.

[theotherrookie]

"They never do. I don't get why adults are like that with kids." Erica grumbled, "Well, that served him right. He should be thankful he can still see other people holding mops or anything else. I used to scratch those who picked on isolated survivors."

She tried liking everybody, but she simply couldn't stomach bullies. They should be better people if they didn't want their butts kicked.

"Oh, I just dress comfy for myself and for Smokey. He used to sleep in the hole on my back, but I don't have it anymore. So we need pockets now." Erica explained, "Oh, I see! Russell always gets in trouble, uh? But I'm glad he's going to be okay."

She scratched at the tip of her ear as she tried to recall anything about the accident Travis had mentioned. "Hey, Willow, how long have we known Russell?"

Willow, of course, provided an answer without hesitation. "Rook met Russell about six years ago. However, the accident in question was never mentioned to me, which might imply she isn't aware of that particular misadventure. It isn't the sort of topic one would so casually discuss with a person they only recently met."

Rook would have definitely brought it up at some point. The topic of Russell's ability to get in dangerous situations and narrowly escaping it had been discussed often over the years and neither had been able to provide an explanation on how he managed to do that.

"And I met him later because I was still figuring stuff out after Willow found a way to reverse my zombieness."

"We were all very busy at the time." Willow said, leaning back, "To think I was only two years old then. Time really does fly outside the matrix."

"You know, we could watch that show together." Erica offered, "It'd be the first time for me!"

Rook stopped to look around while the pocket kept shifting to create a suitable way out of there.

"That would become unbearable quickly. The first thing I did when I learned there was a way to interact with this place was removing the echo." Rook said, "I really didn't have a great time the first time I got stuck in here. It took mum half a day to notice I was missing."

"I only had control over a limited portion of this place. Chick had to keep busy rearranging all my supplies." Veronica added.

But of course, everything had changed when Rook had retrieved one of their lost books from the clutches of the Brotherhood. They finally had access to a powerful tool that made their activities far easier and were a bit closer to unlocking other hunting techniques previously lost to time.

The last few blocks fell into place just as Bill was sent off to enjoy the panoramic view. Veronica figured she would make herself useful while they waited for Rook to tend to her business and shifted her focus to keeping their surroundings stable while they lingered there.

"Alchemy has always been one of our strongest suit. I dare say Erika has a natural talent for it." Veronica said, pride evident in her tone.

Rook wasn't feeling particularly proud of herself, but still managed a small nod. "I'm alright. I see you guys found my pile of gold without the rainbow. Do you want some?"

The coin shined and felt like the real deal. It was made of gold of the highest quality and with both sides decorated with a crude rendition of a bird's foot.

Rook went ahead and dug up a candy scoop she then used to fill a small bag with coins under Lucien's very intrigued gaze. She closed the bag by pulling the strings at the sides, then offered it to Antonio.

"I've got plenty to spare. I really don't mind."

"The one he picked might be worth more than the entire pile, dear."

"Let me splurge, mum. I'm trying to ignore my feelings right now."

Unable to resist to the shiny himself, Lucien quietly took the scoop from her and started filling another bag for himself.

"Oh, please, don't make compliments." Rook said, nudging him with her boot.

"Get off my back. I can make a lovely pendant for Russell with these." The half fae hastily pushed back with his arm, before scooping up a few more coins.

"Then they wonder why kids hate schools." Erica grumbled, "I bet they still tell the story of what you did! That guy must be scared of mops too now."

It still wasn't as satisfying as the guy getting skewered or having the mop broken over his head, but it was enough to get the point across.

"You hardly have the need to go unnoticed, Travis. One look at you is enough to discourage many from trying their luck." Willow pointed, "Erica was raised to hunt. It's only natural for her to be conspicuous despite her wardrobe."

"Yeah, sometimes I scare people by accident." Erica confirmed. Perhaps that choice of words was by accident as well. "If those were the second and third, what was the best news you got?"

"The afterlife is extensive. However, she most likely wouldn't mind making an attempt." Willow reassured, "Mother likes you as well as your brothers. That means her usual attentions will be extended to you all as well."

The need for closure would move the ghost lady most of all. Veronica would have agreed in a heartbeat, if only she still had a heart.

Willow considered her options, before tapping into the radio again. The car lacked the charm and bite of the real deal, but she hoped Travis was familiar with KITT. She hated wasting a good reference.

"Come on, Travis! You can't leave me hanging like this. I'm a marvelous car, but I can't do all the heavy lifting myself. That's your specialty."

Erica's ears perked up. "I know that voice! It's that talking car who hung out with that guy from SpongeBob!"

Willow smiled as she tossed her hair back, "I felt like going for a classic this time."

It seemed like these were typical shenanigans between the two of them.

The pocket dimension was very barren, but was far from still. The fog quietly parted as they walked, flowing all around them like an intricate network of streams. It was something Rook found calming in small doses, though her attention was focused elsewhere.

"There's no ugly moquette or buzzing lights either." Rook added, "It can be too quiet at times. Not that hearing distant noises would be any better. I guess it's good for reading, Antonio can probably attest to that. Or not– I'm still waiting for your review of your stay in my liminal closet."

It seemed like a nice way to divert the attention away from some rather unpleasant memories. That wasn't the time or place to start that argument and most of all, she didn't think Lucien should have been present to provide his opinion on the matter. The fae could be awfully unhelpful at times.

Though Bill was being just as helpful, in his own way. Veronica hadn't meant to follow up on her threat, but now she simply had to.

"Too many underestimate the importance of sound values when parenting." Veronica paused, her gaze trailing over at the inevitable duck comment, "You're simply hopeless."

And about to take a ride in the hard to discern void slide. Rook wasn't the only one able to mess with gravity there. Bill could take a ride and think about the consequences of his own actions.

Lucien was simply glad he wasn't the one falling into oblivion. He would simply turn the other way and let Rook have her moment of privacy so she could replenish her magic battery.

"Oh, I see you started synthesizing gold." he told Veronica.

"It's an old family recipe." Veronica replied, "It's a shame we can only use it sparingly these days."

Rook could do nothing but stand for a moment to watch the way everybody was ready to give her some space. It meant more than she was willing to admit. Then again, she never got too sentimental when her marks whenever she started feeling drained.

Rook silently turned and took a few steps away from the group, before there was a shift in the pocket to reveal one of the few monsters she had the time to catch lately. It looked like a hybrid between some kind of reptile and a rodent with a mantis-like head. It didn't really matter what it was or where it came from. She had found it trying to eat some poor schmuck and it had almost slashed her wing off with its claws. Now it was going to do something useful for a change.

"Imagine if Five found you instead." She would probably be starving. There was another shift as a bright light engulfed the monster, before it vanished into a swirly cloud of energy that was absorbed by her marks.

Rook took a moment to simply breathe, before turning back. "I… I'm done."

She didn't want to drag this on to avoid making it more awkward than it was.

[flwrfields]

DISTANT • Y.SE

summary: si-eun started becoming distant, you started becoming confused. you confronted him one day and he couldn't hide his feelings anymore.

a/n: trying to be active on tumblr!! i'm currently making a new smau series that has some good progress. soooo, while i'm working on it, i decided to make a fic that i thought of. I'M ALSO NOT SURE ABOUT THE ENDING💔💔 BUT STILL ENJOY!!!!

warnings: fluff, kinda angst, lowercase intended, distant si-eun, mutual feelings

wc: 1013

you and si-eun are inseparable, attached by the hip ever since you two were kids. well, were inseparable. si-eun started distancing himself from you, he didn't even try to hide it.

whenever you passed him by, he'd continue walking even if you wave at him with a smile. he would keep his head down, walk as quickly as he could to avoid you from stopping him. if you approached him while he was studying at his desk, he'd stand up and act like he needed to go to the restroom.

text him? no reply.

call him? straight to voicemail.

walk up to his desk? he walks away.

you couldn't get any chance to talk to him, no matter how much you tried. all of your efforts are never answered. it felt like there was a brick wall between you and him. an unbreakable one. it only felt like it, though.

these next few days are quiet, colder... lonely. there wasn't anyone you could ramble your day to, there wasn't anyone you could bother. there wasn't anyone to keep you company. you had to admit, you missed si-eun, a lot more than you should. you know it isn't like him to distance himself. you needed answers.

you find yourself standing outside of si-eun's cram school, arms crossed as you look over the crowd of students exiting the building, looking for a specific someone. eventually, you see him — yeon si-eun. you start to move, your legs instantly taking you towards him like it's the most natural thing. he sees you, eyes widening slightly when he realizes he can't walk out of this. you stand in front of him, staring right into his eyes.

god, those pathetic eyes. the eyes that you just adore. the eyes that you can just stare at forever without getting bored. his eyes are like a void, a good void. a void that you'll gladly drown in without hesitation.

you snap out of your trance when you realize how long silence you're being. you let out a long breath, preparing yourself for the conversation.

"why are you ignoring me?" you question, tilting your head while your eyebrows furrow. you can see how si-eun's shoulders tense, as if he's been expecting this question but isn't ready to actually hear it. "i just have some things going on." he replies.

"are you sure?" "yes."

you huff, the huff being a half-laugh and half-scoff. you shake your head as you look down at the ground. "why are you lying to me?" si-eun's breath hitches, hearing the sharp tone in your voice. he knows you want to hear the truth, but he doesn't know if he should say it or not. he didn't want to ruin anything, even though he knows he might be ruining it because of the distancing. but, this is a slower process... he's afraid that he'll lose everything after you find out the truth. he's afraid he'll lose you.

"i'm sorry." si-eun suddenly states, his voice barely above a whisper. it's crazy how soft his voice went, it's unusual, it's new. still, it isn't unwelcomed. you look up at him, seeing that he's staring right at you. "i'm sorry for distancing myself." he repeats, his voice trembling from the nerves. "i'm not trying to hurt you, and i never will. but, it's for my sake, our sake. i don't wanna ruin our friendship. i... i don't wanna lose what we have."

you could've sworn time stopped, like everyone disappeared. your heart skipped a few beats, your stomach started filling up with those familiar butterflies. you never wanted to deny your feelings, but you never wanted to accept it. you didn't want to accept it because you thought si-eun would never feel the same way — but, here you are, standing in front of him, watching as he admits everything he's been bottling up for weeks.

and then, you hear it. the words you've been wanting to hear for years.

"i like you."

you couldn't believe it. you waited all these years, 12 whole years. it was worth it, so worth it. you were silent for a while, processing if everything is real or not. you wondered if this was just a dream. but, you don't remember falling asleep, so you know it's real life. seconds go by, si-eun is still waiting for you to respond. he isn't rushing you, he's patiently waiting.

then, you moved. you moved closer to him, all of your problems slowly fading away. the world slowly faded away. you didn't care. right now, si-eun is your world. you hesitantly interlace your hands together, your touch as light as a feather. you build up the courage to say the words you've been holding to yourself, and it came out of your mouth easier than expected. "i like you too, si-eun."

you could see the corners of his smile shift, curling into a faint smile. you haven't see him smile for a long time, and it felt even better since you're the reason why he's smiling. he squeezes your hands, his smile turning into something warmer.

si-eun lets out a small breath, feeling the huge weight on his shoulders lift. he cups your cheeks in his hands, tilting your head up slightly to look at him properly. "i didn't mean to distance myself from you for this long. i only distanced myself because i thought these feelings were just something else, and i realized it isn't. i was scared to reach out to you again because i thought you were mad at me—" "i'd never be mad at you, never in a million years." you cut him off, reassuring him.

you two stood there for a beat, slowly leaning into each other. once you were inches away, he stops. "you sure you're okay with this?" you nod. "absolutely." your lips meet, a bit of hesitance in it. but, cautiously, you both melted into the kiss, safe in each other's presence.

in that moment, you thought that, maybe, love isn't so bad after all...

© flwrfields

[thebumblebeesworld]

RAISING • FLORA

annie x fem reader • a blossoming love universe

summary: annie and reader have an adopted daughter and are navigating motherhood together, teaching her how to connect to the earth and herself.

cw: straight flufff

a/n: thank you to this anonymous ask that inspired this one shot. i love the a blossoming love universe so muchhh, but you don't really need to have read the series for this one! just know that reader is a farmer and besties with smoke and stack! but yes annie and the reader are married now and their daughter is ten years old!

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The air was starting to turn a little bit cooler as summer turned into early fall. The sun stopped beaming down so hard—although it was barely bearable—and there was a refreshing breeze in the air. This was you and Annie’s favorite time of the year: when things were slower work wise and the energy that reverberated was more carefree and less active.

Soon you’d be done with the growing season, allowing you to spend all your time with your two girls instead of farming. But until then, you’d have to finish up the last of the season’s harvest until the sun decided to fully cool off.

You lugged your rake and hoe behind you as you trudged towards your work truck, throwing your tools in the back. The abrupt sound of the front door slamming open forced you to stop in your place

"I'm goin' with you today, mama," Flora ran out the front door behind you, jumping clear over the bottom two porch steps. She stumbled slightly, but she didn't let it faze her any as she quickly followed after you. A bright smile was on her face, a giggle held up in her cheeks.

You laughed, amused by your daughter’s eagerness. You shifted your weight to one foot and placed one hand on your hip.

"Did you ask permission, li’l bit?" Your eyebrow quirked as she stood before you with her hands behind her back. She had those big doe eyes she used when trying to get you to cave, and while that usually worked wonders when she tried to get her way, you knew your wife.

If Annie had plans, it was best to not disrupt her day.

Flora knew her mother as well. The both of you always ran things by her before doing it. Her approval was crucial as Annie saddled herself with making sure her home ran nice, orderly, and peaceful.

"I thought you were supposed to help around the house today, Flo. Don’t you got chores,” you questioned, not wanting to say no outright.

"But, mama," she whined, pouting in distress. She clenched her fists at her side, and you tried your best to not let her cuteness override your good sense. "Mommy won't care if I go wit' you."

"You gotta ask first, suga'," you shook your head. "You got responsibilities to maintain ‘round here. And you know it get too hot out in the field for you to be out there all day." Even with it being a cooler season, the heat was still a menace, especially for a ten year old. Now that you owned and operated your own farm land, your normal work day started and ended when you wanted. But more likely than not, you worked eight hour days in the blaring sun.

"Look, mama," she tried to respond, her brain going every which way as she developed a course of action.

As your daughter stood there negotiating back and forth about whether she could go or not, if she needed to ask Annie, and if you could just ask for her, the haunting woman stepped out onto the porch. Her eyes were full of that knowing she always had. She peered at you both like you’d been conspiring against her.

"Flora, baby,” she began, tone dripped in dissatisfaction. “I'm in here waitin' for you to come clean your room.” She looked you both up and down as the two of you put on the sweetest smiles you could muster. “What y'all out here plottin’?"

You wanted so badly to laugh at the conclusion she came to, knowing damn well she was right.

Annie was always right.

“Mommy,” Flora stepped forward, standing near the bottom step and looking up at her mother. Annie tried to appear unimpressed, but it still causes her heart to ache when Flo called her that. She always wanted to be a mother, so when Flora walked into y’all’s lives, it was like her prayers had been answered. Sometimes she still couldn’t believe how wonderful her life and family was. She had a loving wife who took care of their household just as much as she did, and she had a beautiful daughter who was a light in her life. She couldn’t ask for anything more than that.

“Can I go to work with mama,” Flora asked in a sweet tone of voice, “please?”

That question broke Annie out of the reverie she was in. You watched her face go from warmth to disapproval quickly. You stepped forward to help convince her to agree to the proposal, but your wife spoke before you could.

“It’s too hot out there for you, sweet girl,” she concluded, eyes shifting your way. Nothing but care exuded from her, but it still hurt your daughter’s heart as that child-like confusion enveloped her. It didn't help that Annie looked through her with that mom look.

“But I can sit in the shade of that oak tree in the middle of the field,” she pleaded, hands clasped in front of her body, lip poked out into a pout. Flora looked back at you for assistance when an idea propped into her little head. “Me and mama can come home early for lunch. That way I don’t get too hot. Right, mama?” Flo nodded at you as a signal for you to agree.

Your daughter’s persistence made you extremely proud. She was a problem solver, and she knew how to get her way. You couldn’t even disagree with the suggestion to end work early. That would just give you more time with your two favorite girls. But you still didn’t want to agree to Flora’s proposal for fear of undermining Annie’s authority, so you just looked towards your wife. Your eyes communicated everything she needed to know.

You were always gonna take care of Flo, and you wouldn’t let her overwork herself or get overheated like she was prone to getting. Having such a lively daughter meant she took every opportunity she could to be running outside, climbing trees, and swimming in ponds. She hardly sat down anywhere for fear of missing out on any fun. And that caused her to tire herself out without realizing it.

But as Annie looked between you and y’all’s daughter, you saw her apprehension crumble, her mind giving in.

“Fine,” she sighed, causing you and Flora to celebrate outwardly. She jumped up a down, face full of excitement until—“But," Annie warned, putting a finger up to stop your too-early celebration, "don’t think I forgot about that room of yours,” Annie pointed Flora's way, making her cower. “And you still got yo’ lesson this afternoon, ok?”

“Thank you, mommy,” Flora sighed gratefully. She ran up the steps, hugging Annie tightly around her waist. Annie hugged back just as deep, a content smile on her lips.

You climbed the steps to give your wife a kiss goodbye.

“I knew y’all was gon’ gang up on me one of these days,” Annie laughed in your ear. You trotted backs towards the car—your daughter in tow, mimicking your walk.

“You know you love us, baby,” you smiled over your shoulder. Opening the passenger door for your daughter, you heard Annie whisper a small I do.

“So why you wanna be out in the field with me today, li’l bit?” Your hands grasped the wheel lazily, and your eyes concentrated on the road. You loved spending time with your daughter, especially when she was expressing interest in farming or outdoors. Normally when Flora was out of school, she and Annie spent that time together, going over Flo’s lesson on healing magic, rootwork, and history. Every blue moon, she’d help you in y’all’s at home garden if the weather wasn’t too much.

“I just wanna spend more time with you,” she giggled, watching the vast fields roll by full of cotton and cows. She was always such a happy child; It brought a smile to your face knowing she was content. “I like runnin’ through the corn. That’s real fun. And I kindaaa didn’t wanna clean my room today.” You chuckled at the way she snickered, feeling accomplished in getting off easy.

You swore that your best friend Stack was rubbing off on her. The way she plotted stuff reminded you of when you, Smoke, and Stack were growing up together. How you and the twins would get into trouble or avoid responsibilities just because you could.

“Well,” you began, speech laced in that motherly taut understanding, “I gotta harvest that corn today. How ‘bout after you finish runnin' through it I show you how to harvest?”

“Yes, please,” she shouted ecstatically.

“But remember that you gotta hold up your end of the bargain, suga’,” you reminded her. “I need that room clean by supper time.”

“Ugh,” she sighed, rolling her eyes and crossing her arms.

“Watch that attitude, li’l bit,” you responded quickly, unfazed by her adolescent outbursts. Y’all had been working on communication since y’all adopted her. Flora was real shy and quiet at first. Not wanting to make too much noise for fear of being sent away. Not wanting to say what was bothering her and letting her emotions run wild and unhinged. When she bottled things up, it just made for difficult and hard to control outbursts.

Through her lessons with Annie, Flora learned more about self control, stillness, and self awareness. Through spending time outside with you, she’d learned about strength, trusting herself, and speaking up for her needs.

“You know I’ll help you clean up, if you need me to, suga’,” you spoke with not a lick of condemnation in your heart. You gave Flo’s hand a firm squeeze to ease the remorseful glint in her eyes. “Remember what we’ve talked about. We all have responsibilities to keep up wit’. And while it may be annoyin’ to hear us tell you to clean your room or do your homework or finish all your vegetables at supper time, you can’t just not do what you supposed to. You can’t expect me and your mommy to clean up after you when you’ve thrown your clothes and dolls all over your bedroom floor. We all have our own responsibilities to keep.”

She huffed but didn’t make any opposition against your words. You took your eyes off the road for just a second to see her pouting something fierce. To lighten the mood, you began tickling her side lightly, forcing a laugh out of her previously tense face.

“I’m sorry, mama,” she apologized, looking down at her hands. “I’d just rather be playin’ outside than cleanin’ all the time.”

“Well, suga’. Have you thought that if you pick up stuff when you know it’s in the wrong spot maybe it’ll be easier to control the mess?” The question is genuine as you try to push her towards understanding that chores don’t have to be so daunting.

“I guess so,” Flora sighed, shrugging her shoulders. You pulled up in front of the big barn on your farm land, putting the truck in park. “I just don’t know how, mama.”

“It’s always ok to ask for help, sug’,” you remind her. You turned your body to face her head on. “I’ll show you how I like to clean. Then we can try out some stuff to figure out what works best for you.” One thing you always wanted was for Flora to know that she could come to you whenever she needed. No matter big or small, you would always be there to help her.

“Mama,” Flora shouted, running out from behind the last row of corn y’all were harvesting for the day. It had been an eventful morning, and you’d honestly not gotten much work done at all. When Flo needed a break, you took a break with her—it was the only way to get her out the sun for long enough to cool down. When y’all were doing actual work, she would lose track of the task at hand, rattling on about friends from school or asking you questions about how you and Annie met.

You had chuckled when she asked that, recalling that blazing summer day when you first laid eyes on your wife. That lovely flutter you felt when y'all locked eyes for the first time. That nervousness you experienced when Smoke and Stack sought interest in her. That grating sound of your friends laughing at you as you became instantly head over heels.

“Mama, do you hear me?”

“Sorry, li’l bit,” you apologized as she stood before you, looking up at you with that annoyed eye she'd gotten from her mother. You crouched down to her level, always trying your best to look at her directly at eye level. "What's up?"

“I wanna cut down some sunflowers to take home to mommy,” she bounced on the balls of her feet, pointing out toward the back of the pasture that was thick with eight-foot towering sunflowers. “Can we, pleaseee?”

“Of course, suga’,” you laughed at her, throwing the shears over your shoulder to get to chopping down a few flowers.

At least once a week, you brought Annie and Flora a gift from the farm. It was a habit you'd quickly picked up when you and Annie first started dating, and Flo had naturally grown to expect a weekly gift as well. You thought it was cute that she wanted to do something sweet for her mother as well.

“We gon' take some of that corn too," you nodded toward the wheelbarrow chock full of corn. "Maybe I can make some of that grilled corn you like?” You suggested that knowing she only had a small number of vegetables she liked eating. Grilled corn was at the top of her list.

"Oh, yes,” she agreed quickly. You smiled with adoration as she ran to the tallest sunflower in the field, pointing out exactly which one Annie deserved to have.

“Ah, there’s my girls," Annie greeted you and Flora. She was standing before the oven, pulling out a cast iron of freshly baked cornbread. Her skin glistened from the heat of the hot stove, so to provide her some relief, you opened up the kitchen windows for fresher and cooler air. "How was y’all morning?”

“We had so much fun," Flora jumped up and down, listing off events from the day in a rapid fire. "I ran all through the field! And Mama taught me how to pick corn! And we brought some back fa’ supper tonight! And I wanna help you shuck ‘em! And mama's gonna grill 'em! And we talked ‘bout everything, mommy. Like how y’all met. And how Uncle Smoke and Uncle Stack was laughin’ at mama cause she was so in loveee wit’ you. And we even talked about responsibilities and why you gotta keep up. And how it’s ok to ask for help.” Flora took a deep inhale after her rant to catch her breath. She heaved, putting a hand on her chin the think of whether she’d forgotten anything.

You watched in amusement at the blank look on her li’l face. You crouched beside her.

“The flowers, li’l bit,” you whispered in her ear, reminding her of the sunflowers she clutched in her non-dominant hand.

“Oh, shoot,” she exclaimed in realization. “And! We got you flowers!” She thrusted the bouquet of sunflowers into Annie's face, causing her mother to giggle.

“Oh, thank you, my sweet girl," she grinned, smelling the long-stemmed flowers. Delight washed over her face, and a cool breeze wafted in through the open windows. "I love you, suga'," she kissed Flora on the cheek. "I’m so glad you and mama had a good day. Gon' and wash up for lunch and we can talk more about it when you get back," she eased her toward the bathroom on the back end of the house. Flo lightly skipped away, following her mother's command without a second thought.

Annie lifted her eyes from their rested position on the flowers. She took in your form. The way your clothes weren't nearly as dirty as most days. How you didn't look hot and overworked. How love sat behind your eyes and smile.

“Thank you, baby,” she spoke appreciatively, walking into your arms. She rested her head on your shoulder while you wrapped your arms around her waist. You caressed her there, smelling the patchouli and shea on her neck.

“No need to thank me," you breathed into her parted hair, "that was all li’l Miss Flora’s doing.” You swayed her body back and forth, dancing to a tune the two of you could only hear in your heads.

"Guess she takin' after her mama well, huh?"

"I'd hope so," you blushed, shying away from her eyes by burying your head deeper into her neck. Annie always could make you feel flooded with butterflies. "She take after you, too."

"How so," she laughed breathily.

"Y'all spend so much time together that she got that same knowing in her eyes," you squeezed her waist harder. Her hand that didn’t hold the flowers surrounded the back of your neck in a tight hold. "She got that airy and ghastly nature you got. She smart and kind. Spiritual and well-meaning.”

"Mm," Annie forced the sound out. Y’all had been together for so long and knew each other so well that you recognized what the sound meant even before soft tears fell against your neck. "I'm so glad we found her,” she admitted, confession full of joyful yet tearful emotion.

"Me too, lovely,” you whispered, feeling the same tears pinching at the corner of your eyes. Your lives felt so complete that the only tears any of y’all had now were nothing but happy ones.

"Is mommy cryin'," Flora stood at the end of the hall, watching as you cradled Annie in your arms. She stayed back out of curiosity. Her mother didn’t cry in front of her often, but the sight didn’t scare her or make her feel uneasy.

Flo was surrounded by the overwhelming need to hug her mothers, so she did so. Walking up to your conjoined bodies, Flora shimmied her way between you both, wrapping her arms around Annie as your arms hugged them both.

"Oh, I'm all good, sweet girl,” Annie kissed the top of Flora’s head. Her bottom lip trembled from the overwhelming amount of warmth and love she had brewing in her heart. “I’m just happy to have such a sweet daughter and a loving wife. I love y’all something crazy.”

“We love you, too, mommy,” Flora affirmed before you could even speak.

You held both of your girls, eternally grateful for the love you’d been given. Your mind was only focused on the now, not caring what the future held—only hoping that you had the two loves of you life standing alongside you.

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[thelawfulchaotic]

o mister lawyer of the internet do you have anything to teach us what do we say to a lawyer (or what do we do when we get one) how do you know if a lawyer is good or bad, and how much does it affect us what happens to the lawyer when you lose, or win -a very naive anon who wants more information

It is madam lawyer, I gotta slap my pronouns around here somewhere. (Ms./Mrs. feel bogus after you get called Madam Counselor enough times.)

Absolutely nothing happens to the lawyer. No matter how my clients cases go, I'm leaving the courthouse the same way I walked in, and I'm going to go sleep in a comfortable bed tonight in my safe home. Some people who try to be public defenders can't handle this, knowing that their clients are suffering while they aren't. Truth is, I need the sleep and the comfort and the safety to come through for the next client and the next and the next. I do my best not even to think about active work problems while at home (I think about them anyway).

If you get a lawyer, especially an appointed lawyer, CALL THEM. Do not wait for them to call you, because they have piles of cases and plenty to do. Don't be scared to be a little annoying, because they work for you. Leave a few messages, if they have administrative staff then make an appointment and show up for it. Best way to get a lawyer's attention is to be right in front of them when their schedule says to pay attention to you.

Whether a lawyer is good or bad will absolutely change everything. Lazy idiot attorneys just move their clients towards pleas. Energetic attorneys who litigate issues get a reputation for it, and they get better offers.

How you know a lawyer is good or bad is a pretty hard question to answer. There are a lot of things that make a lawyer good: they could be intensely well-researched, they could have an impeccable reputation that causes judges to listen to them when they make arguments, they could be from a locally-famous lawyer-judge-politician family which again causes judges to listen, they could be empathetic and good with client counseling. There are a ton of ways to be a good lawyer, and a ton of styles for being a good lawyer.

In general, a good lawyer will make you feel better after the interview than you did before. You'll have a good idea what the possible consequences could be and what the vague shape of some paths forward might be. You'll feel empowered in the sense that you'll know at least the important decisions are in your hands.

But those things are pretty easy to tell in the moment. Some more subtle red and.green flags that you might not know to look for are:

The lawyer pauses to look something up: GREEN FLAG. It's easy to mistake this for a red flag (lawyer doesn't know what they're doing!) but this is a sign of caution and thoroughness. Lawyers have to remember a lot, and the best know that they don't know everything.

The lawyer promises you results: RED FLAG. The lawyer is not in charge of the outcome and doesn't get to make the call. Weird shit happens in court all the time. No one making promises about the overall outcome can be trusted.

Lawyer won't give you a straight answer to your fucking question: completely neutral flag. Some questions don't have straight answers and lawyers love to say "maybe."

The lawyer makes some remark about the tendencies of the particular judge/prosecutor: most likely green flag. That lawyer is paying attention to their court and how it does things.

Lawyer is impatient and hard to connect with. Neutral flag. One of the most impatient attorneys with trouble with attorney/client relationships in the office is one of our best trial attorneys, and they get a lot fewer complaints after they win.

Shitty suit: Neutral flag. They should look put together, yes, but what a pain in the ass to put together a whole wardrobe of suits, much less GOOD suits.

Hitting on you: extremely red flag and possible ethical violation.

The rest is pretty easy to figure out on the fly.

As for what to tell them... confidentiality is absolutely real and very serious. The lawyer is not allowed to tell anyone else what you tell them. But some lawyers have different styles on what they ask. I'd say follow their cue, answer what they ask, but don't bury the lede, make sure to tell them the most crucial details. Bring documentation of stuff: text messages, screenshots, even diary entries. ER discharge notes. School transcripts. Whatever. Lawyers love documentation.

Honestly, I have so many great public defenders hanging around this blog, y'all can probably add some good stuff.

[codeword-art]

I don't want this to come off as judgemental or like I'm personally attacking anyone that thinks differently about this specific scene, but I'm not going to lie and say I won't be a bit dramatic/harsh in these statements either. Ultimately I can sort of understand why some may think this is funny or humorous given similar jokes and scenes in other media, but to me personally, I don't. When Henry rescues Hans at Maleshov, and they're discussing the secret passageway and how Hans refuses to take it because of his claustrophobia, I don't think its funny to then physically assault Hans and drag him unconscious through the passageway anyway. Is it easier as a game mechanic, sure. If people are having a hard time getting through this quest the other way, I can understand simply making this option to just move on.

However, to me, that option is not acceptable under any other circumstance when RPing a good or neutral Henry. It'd be one thing if this scene was played humorously, like so many questlines in KCD and KCD2 are, but its not. If Henry presses Hans about not going through the passageway, he damn near has a panic attack, it's actually awful to watch. Hans is dead ass serious about his phobia, says the idea makes him nauseous, and he'd rather take his chances at the front gate. He is damn near close to crying here, while trying to make Henry understand. He is not doing well.

I understand this is frustrating, I'm not saying I wasn't frustrated at first either, from both a players and Henry's POV, but phobias are irrational fears that cannot be controlled, especially in 15th century Bohemia where therapy wasn't even a science yet. Hans has a good reason to be scared, he already was uncomfortable in tight spaces, and his fear was exacerbated during the "Finger of God" quest, and he hasn't really had any time to process what happened. He was immediately kidnapped and thrown into a tiny room with Brabant, of all people.

So to have Hans express this fear, lightly or seriously if pressed further by Henry, and then to think I'd immediately turn around and betray his trust and bodily autonomy to just make my quest objective easier, it's just gross to me. Hans is allowed to make that decision, no matter how annoying it is in the moment.

Also Henry is already weirdly written out of character here anyway, in my opinion. The non-romance options are just weird.

If it was the only choice to make, or if the second option had worse negative outcomes that'd be one thing, but it's just a little more sneaking around a subjectively easy area with light patrol.

Now again, I understand this is just my opinion. I don't think people are monsters for taking this option towards a fictional video game character. I know people like to play evil Henry, or depending on the conversation you have with Hans, some players may not even realize how serious Hans in being here, and surface level it's an objectively easier choice to make. If you're just trying to get through the quest, doing a speedrun, mistakenly misinterpret the scene, or whatever that's fine. We all play differently, I just don't think the choice itself overall is a funny, "Ha-ha, jokes on you Hans."

Also, I think this should lock Henry out of his romance. If I relayed a fear to a dear friend or partner and they actively force me through that fear, especially by choking me out? Yeah, were done. Relationship is over. Hans is far better than I am in that circumstance.

[thebroccolination]

THEORY TIME WITH DETECTIVE KEY!!!

Okay, so. Potential spoilers for "The Ex-Morning," so proceed with caution, oui?

We're finding out in episode seven why Tam left, so!

TIME TO SPECULATE BEFORE WE GET TOLD!!!

First things first, they've got the same outfits in these two scenes:

So it's the same day, just different times of day. I'm gonna guess that since Phi sounds like he's on the verge of crying when he says, "I know why you left me that day," the top image is the scene where he and Tam finally talk about it. He certainly looks the appropriate level of distressed and traumatized.

The bottom image is likely later that same day, and Phi's clearly come to terms with whatever it is, enough that he's not angry with Tam. The whole vibe of that kiss seems fairly composed, so I imagine they're on more even footing by then.

And I mean, even in the top image, Phi's crying, but he's also hugging Tam pretty tightly while Tam strokes his hair, so….

Obviously there's no excusing how he left, but I've been banking on the reason being a mix of external and internal from the beginning.

'Cos here's the thing: I'm pretty sure there was some kind of threat behind it.

The series literally began with Phi and Tam investigating illegal activity as students with Phi talking on camera about how this local drug business could be connected to a member of government. They made this video for a competition, so I doubt their footage was ever made public, but they did get multiple people arrested, so it probably made the news news. The actual news.

And in the trailer, we have Phi saying, "Sorry for putting you through all this."

That, to me, seems like he could be apologizing in general: if he hadn't blown up at Tae, Tam wouldn't have come back, and maybe if they hadn't been so clumsy about their first major investigation together, whatever theoretically happened to make Tam leave wouldn't have happened, either.

I think Yong knows, and I think Paul found out through him.

And I think Paul told Phi.

I actually suspected Tam wouldn't be the one to tell Phi in the end. It seems like he's struggled with open communication all along, but also:

If the reason he left was that the award that landed Phi his job also endangered them, I can see Tam not wanting to tell Phi that it was technically his own fault in the midst of Phi trying to rebuild his career - a career he only got because he broke down crying during an interview after Tam broke up with him.

Then I can see why he's reluctant to tell Phi. If it's also Phi's fault, he doesn't want to kick him when he's down.

Like, "Okay, so not only was your career breakthrough ruined by my leaving, I'm also going to ruin one of your happiest memories by telling you the thing we won an award for also ended up fucking up everything."

It's also super possible that if this theory is true, then Tam doesn't blame Phi at all. After all, they were a team, and Tam did the research side of things. He might entirely blame himself.

Anyway, I think that's what that scene with Paul is: telling Phi the reason why Tam left because it's urgent enough that Paul feels okay with going over Tam's head.

Like, Yong definitely knows. There's this shot of a flashback scene from the behind-the-scenes special of Tam going in to talk to Yong, and he's

Same outfit from the flashback that starts episode 3 in which Phi gets the interview he'll fall apart doing because of Tam's breakup text.

Interestingly, we also get these flashback shots of Yong presumably back when he and Gaogie were dating/engaged:

So we might find out some stuff about him too.

Still many missing pieces, but I'm delighted with this week's episode. Went in a total curveball that made me go, "Ooooh," as a writer because it's not the direction I would have gone, but it's also really good. I would've been a little sad if they only got together at the very end, and I like that Phi took that leap of faith.

Time to rewatch again byeeee!

[tofics]

I finally made time to listen to this and I am so glad I did. Let's dive straight in, shall we?

This was my very first time hearing your voice, and I feel the need to point out what a pleasant voice you have, Alex! And I do mean this in the most sincere way, coming from someone who can be very very picky about what voices to listen to. I know this wasn't the point of the podcast, but I had to let you know :)

I took notes while listening, so I'll just be going through them and kind of sort them into something more tangible as I go.

It was awesome getting to hear so many "behind the scene" thoughts from you about your writing. There were a couple of small things you mentioned that I wanted to comment on just for the fun of it:

Something that draws you to a fanfiction is if characters are canonically written. It's funny you should say that, because your characters are some of the most in-tune-with-canon characters that I have ever read. I've mostly consumed your Dean stories, and even in an AU setting (I'm looking at you, Smoke Eater) he is 100% Dean as seen on the show. As far as fanfiction goes, that puts yours on a pedestal imo.

You considered doing something with Dean and Yellowstone for the Jacklesverse Bingo. (insert gif of me hysterically crying and hyperventilating) I've only just started watching Yellowstone this year and I am obsessed. I think you would have fried all my synapses if you had gone down that road, in the best way possible 😁

Hearing you talk about your friends on Tumblr and knowing you've included me in that group felt so so special! I'm so proud to be able to call you my friend on here. 🥹🫶🏼

But now! On to the actual topic of the episode :)

First of all, I found it very interesting that despite your own heritage, you grew up with a white reader in mind. Just goes to show how predominantly a white person is and has been the main character in so much of media that that's what your brain defaulted to.

I also thought your discussion about what makes an OC an OC and where a reader insert stops being a reader insert suuuper interesting. Because that's a genuine question! Where does a blank slate stop being a blank slate, and how much character do you have to give to the reader role in a reader insert fic for the story still to work, right? I loved to hear your take on it, especially where you said that writing reader inserts is basically like writing OCs without giving them a name. - I had never thought about it that way!

But of course, you're right. Because a reader that is an active participant in a story can't be a completely blank slate. They have to be assigned certain traits, not necessarily body-wise but character wise - if you're doing more than a drabble, imo. For there to be dialogue and a story that feels full, that feels alive, the reader has to have some sort of character to be a character.

Which brings me to my next point: projectability is always a thing of perspective and the ability to put yourself into someone's shoes. As far as fanfiction goes, the reader insert genre tries to make that as easy as possible by offering a mostly blank slate (that is very often white-coded, unfortunately, but that's not the point I'm trying to make in this paragraph). I have seen people complain more than once about the character!reader being unrelatable because of certain character traits and/or backstories that were assigned to them, and I wonder: people, where has your media literacy gone? Do they not teach to adapt to a person's perspective via literature in schools anymore? Must all media cater exactly to your every taste, down to each very nuance?

And I write all of this distinctively separating characteristic traits from body traits. I am not at all talking about the lack of ethnic representation within the x reader genre.

I love how you give personality to your reader characters, Alex. Especially when it comes to your own representation. You said in the podcast that you were worried about how the traits you assigned to your reader in the Midnight Espresso-verse would be received by your audience and that you received great feedback. I want to reiterate that by saying how despite myself not having the same background as you, I could absolutely relate to the plus-size aspect of the reader, as well as her love for cooking. You said it so beautifully in the podcast, that this version of the reader is one that came from the intent of Dean having a (Latino) girlfriend that nurtured him in the same way he nurtures the people around him, and I fully 100% could relate to that as well :)

Which might be my very complicated and long way of saying: Please do not worry about how much the reader can adapt to the traits you're giving to the character!reader. If most character!readers have been predominantly white for the longest time and so so many people that where not white made it work, then so can we white folks when we are given a reader that does not fit all of "our" typical criteria.

It made me very happy to hear that you're seeing more and more diversity within the SPN fandom these days. I've spent most of my time in the PPCU fandom this past year and all across it, but specifically in the Joel Miller fandom, there have been too many racist instances. It's great to hear that it's going better in other fandoms!

Which brings me to my next point - the anon request you got that led you to writing Unravel Me 👀 Wow. I haven't read it yet. It was on my TBR list anyway, but hearing you talk about how it came to be and how much thought you put into it (understandably so) it's now an absolute must-read for me. (Sort of unrelated but still related: I've seen your playlist covers for the story, and - wow??? A masterpiece??? Visually, I mean?! The EFFORT. I'll be speaking about this in a second, but I needed to mention it now in case I forget! Gorgeous!)

Another point that had me thinking a lot was the question about how much of an immigrant's identity should be kept and how much should be adapted to the country they've moved to also captivated me. I know US politics in regards to immigrants are ""problematic"" atm to say the least, and it's been a widely discussed topic over here in Germany for years now as well, especially with the heavy influx of immigrants over the past years. I can't imagine how complicated it must be, figuring out a sense of self that both fits to where you live and still keeps the core parts of who you are and were before coming to said country.

I want to wrap this up by saying how incredibly impressed I am every single time I hear/read about how you prep for your stories. I think you are by far the most in-depth fanfiction writer that I know. You put so much research into it, and not just for The Honorable Choice, but everything you put out. I'm struggling to find the correct words to properly express how admiring I find it, especially for a story like The Honorable Choice where you take on the perspective of someone of a different ethnic background than you.

You are an inspiration, Alex. Truly.

Thank you for welcoming me into the writing space when I came back. Thank you for answering every question I had, and thank you for the work you put into all of your stories.

To you, to your talent, your inspiration and work ethic, and to many more stories to come! 🩵

Racial & Ethnic Representation in Fanfiction

[🎙️ Podcast Interview]

Hey, friends! Sandra and Kasey, the lovely hosts of @idlingintheimpalapodcast — the podcast for all things SPN and fanfiction — invited me back on the pod for an interview on a topic that's very close to my heart…

With @rubyvhs, we talked about the fun moments and challenges about reading and writing fanfiction that represents specific racial and ethnic cultures, being bicultural/multicultural, the immigrant experience, and much more.

I offered my own experience as a Latina POC writing in the fandom space, specifically Supernatural and The Boys (and adjacent Jackles fandoms).

Check it out here: ⤵️

Interview Timestamps –

(Plus fic recs, SPN writer/reader shoutouts, and more! Links to all the fics we mentioned are at each time stamp.)

2:54 – When did you start writing fanfiction, and when did you join SPN fandom?

⟡ You can check out my first author interview with Sandra and Kasey over here. We chatted about Dean Winchester and Jensen Ackles’ early roles, the best and worst seasons of SPN, the joys and pains of writing Soldier Boy, and much, much more. For all the timestamps of key moments, fic recs, and SPN writer shoutouts, see this post (you'll find the link to the video there too).

6:18 – What is your ethnic, racial, and cultural background? (And how me and Sandra bond over “food and family” ties between Hispanics/Latinos and Italians.)

13:05 – The immigrant experience in America, what you take with you from the “Motherland,” the struggles of bicultural identity, my personal experience being a second-generation child of an immigrant family, and Sandra’s experience as a first-generation child of Italian immigrants.

16:58 – What do you look for when you’re reading fanfiction? (Canon-compliant, AU, romance, etc.) Does the length of a story matter?

19:52 – Bonus: The merits of drabble writing vs. long-fic writing.

25:54 – Have you ever actively searched for fanfiction that represented your ethnicity? (Whenever I do, it’s like finding gold.) Plus, the challenge of writing reader characters, the “gray area” of writing reader characters like OCs.

32:38 – The inherent “bias” of reading and writing reader characters as White. The concept of diversity being “cool” in popular media, TV shows, and movies is still pretty new.

36:36 – Why I started writing reader characters that might have a specific body type, race, and/or ethnicity.

Examples:

⟡ Midnight Espresso – Dean Winchester x Plus-size Latina!Reader

⟡ If I Stay – Dean Winchester x Plus-size!Reader

⟡ 10 ‘Til Midnight – Professor!Dean Winchester x Plus-size Grad Student!Reader

⟡ Unravel Me – Soldier Boy x Afro-Latina!Reader

⟡ The Honorable Choice & Outlander – Cowboy!Dean Winchester x OFC

40:14 – The fun challenges: like giving Dean a partner who takes care of him as much as he takes care of others in Midnight Espresso.

45:28 – The BIG challenges: like writing Soldier Boy being himself with a “person of color” (POC) in this new series, Unravel Me. What even is a POC? Where do you start with Soldier Boy, the Sandra-proclaimed “bowl of fishhooks?"

51:38 – Is there ever an element of fear when you publicly post a story that represents your culture, which is something very personal to you? What happens when you get haters in the comments?

1:05:33 – When and how did you begin to break out of the “ingrained biases” in your writing? (AKA: Always assuming my own characters are White.)

1:08:04 – When did you decide to explore writing plus-size!readers?

1:13:20 – What has your experience been in writing a race/culture outside of your personal experience? The Honorable Choice and Outlander, a western AU where Dean Winchester falls in love with a Native American Lakota Indian. (Shoutout to @jacklesversebingo!)

Plus, the ethical responsibility to “do no harm” when you represent different cultures, and answering question of not only can I write this, but should I write this?

1:32:42 – What advice would you give a writer interested in writing about a culture outside of their own that they don’t have first-hand knowledge of? How can a writer avoid cultural appropriation if their goal is cultural appreciation? How important is a sensitivity reader/beta reader for this effort?

1:40:35 – Final thoughts on diversity and representation of culture in fanfiction, whether it’s your own or someone else’s:

“Write what you know. Write what you can research. Write what you’re interested in. Remember that words have power, so be careful how you use them.”

1:45:30 – Sandra and Kasey’s outro: The importance of representation and diversity in fandom.

I hope you enjoy the ride!~ 💜

💗💗💗 Shoutouts to some of my beautiful friends and lovely readers who've supported my attempts to explore ethnic and cultural diversity in my writing:

@luci-in-trenchcoats @lamentationsofalonelypotato @waynes-multiverse @rizlowwritessortof @roseblue373

@tofics @deanwinchesterswitch @deanbrainrotwritings @deansbbyx @waywardlatina

@supernotnatural2005 @wayward-dreamer @spnwoman @waywardxwords @mostlymarvelgirl

@chevroletdean (shoutout to your 500 follower fic challenge at around 19:52 😘) @siampie @bettystonewell @wvffles

@iprobablyshipit91 @my-stories-vault @littlesoulshine @thatonewriter15 @jessjad

@deans-spinster-witch @winchestergirl2 @kazsrm67 @chernayawidow @jackles010378

@jollyhunter @leigh70 @foxyjwls007 @beakaleak32 @alwaystiredandconfused

[where-are-yuu]

Miya Osamu Head Canons (Crushing, Confessing, and Dating <3)

Osamu Crushing on You is quiet. It's his eyes finding you without thought in the classroom, in the halls, everywhere he goes he searches for you just hoping to catch the slightest glimpse of you. It's his hand brushing yours when you both reach for something at lunch, he always blames it on coincidence but deep down he knows he just wants to see you.

Osamu Crushing on You is him sharing his lunch with you when you don't have one or sharing snacks during class. Even though he tells everyone he "doesn't share." he always shares with you. It's him buying you your favorite drink from the vending machines when he notices you've had a bad day. Thats his way of showing he cares.

Osamu Crushing on You is teasing you for the small things. You get a problem wrong? He'll tease you about it before helping correct it. Your pencil breaks? He'll laugh before taking it from your hand and going to sharpen it for you without a word. ______________________________________________________________

Osamu Confessing to You is awkward in the sweetest way. It's late, he texted you to meet him on the corner out of nowhere which had confused you, but you went anyways. It's his eyes already on you as you walk up, his heart racing as he meets you halfway.

Osamu Confessing to You is his voice shaking slightly as he breaks the silence. He finally manages to calm himself enough to get the words he wants out. "I really like you. I know it's out of nowhere and I'm sorry for calling you out here in the middle of the night, but I needed to tell you."

Accepting Osamu's Confession is your hand reaching out to grab his, his rambling stopping in its tracks as he registers your words. It's silence for a moment before he speaks once more, his hand flipping to intertwine with yours. "I didn't really think I'd get this far if I'm being honest." His smile growing by the second. ______________________________________________________________

Dating Osamu is slow and gentle. It's sitting together in class even if it means getting there early. It's his pinky brushing yours as he works up the courage to grab your hand then his ears turning pink when you grab his hand before he could grab yours.

Dating Osamu is helping each other with homework before he has to go to practice, sitting together on a bench trying to cram every problem into the few minuets you have. It's him trying to hide his growing smile when you get a problem you were struggling on right.

Dating Osamu is getting text messages early in the morning to remind you of the things you often forget. "eat breakfast before leaving." or "make sure to bring your homework in today." It's play fighting over who gets the last bite of food. His finger flicking your forehead when you try to distract him to get the last bite.

Dating Osamu is waiting for each other. It's him waiting for you at the front gates of school after morning practice to walk together. It's you walking him to practice before going off to do whatever club activity or homework you need to finish, then coming back to meet him after practice and walk home together.

Dating Osamu is being honest with one another no matter what. He's not the person to shower you with overly loud and over the top affection but when you're alone together he pulls you closer, whispering to you about whatever was on his mind. There's nothing casual about his love. It's steady and quiet. But you never have to wonder if it's real.

[magicaldice]

Synopsis: Y/n goes to a party with her bestfriend without telling her toxic boyfriend. She unexpectedly meets Chris sturniolo & things start to unravel overtime.

⚠︎ : read at your own leisure.

any feedback, likes, comments or shares, are appreciated!

pt 1 pt 2 pt 3 pt 4 pt 5 pt 6 pt 7 pt 8 pt 9 final part.

I've never experienced something like this before. 25 minutes of arguing between me and Jackson went by. The arguing is normal, but not what we were actively arguing about.

"Tell me who the fuck it is y/n I'm not playing" Jackson yelled. I felt terrible. This wasn't how this was supposed to go. I don't know what I got myself into.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry Jackson" I said. Jackson sat on my bed, looking devastated. He looks genuinely so hurt that it's almost kind of shocking.

"Y/n tell me who it is. Just tell me. I deserve the truth" Jackson said. He had been asking who gave me the hickey over and over. I didn't want to tell him. But I ended up giving in.

"Chris" I said quietly, ashamed. "Chris? Chris Sturniolo?" He asked. I nodded my head. "So, when you said you were at Madi's- you were actually with Chris" he said putting the pieces together.

My breath was shaky; my body being consumed by guilt. "I can't believe this" Jackson said, seemingly very shocked at the situation.

"I'm calling him" Jackson said grabbing my phone. "No!" I yelled. No fucking way would I let Jackson call Chris. Not even on my death bed.

"Okay then I'm just going to go to his house" Jackson said. "No are you fucking crazy?" I yelled. "I'm the one crazy one? Really?" He said clearly unamused.

Jackson grabbed his car keys off the table and headed to the front door. "Jackson please! Stop!" I yelled, running after him. "You can either come or you can be dropped off at your house" he said.

"Jackson please!" I begged. "Pick where your going, because your not staying here" he said. "I can't do this Jackson please just forgive me" I said.

"Your sick in the head y/n. I'm not forgiving you, you cheated" he said. He walked out of the front door towards his car. I put my shoes on, feeling sick to my stomach.

I walked out to the car, Jackson waiting for me as he's in the driver seat already. "Please. Don't do this" I begged. He didn't listen, he started to drive.

He started driving towards Chris's house and every moment that we got closer to his house I felt the pit in my stomach grow. "Jackson I'm sorry" I said.

"You cheated. You did what you did. Now live with it" he said. His words sliced my heart open. I never wanted this to happen like this.

We had arrived at Chris's house and my heart was beating so fast that I wanted to throw up. Jackson got out the car immediately, and I followed him.

Jackson knocked on the door, seconds after he was met with Madi in front of him. "Hey" she said more like a question instead of a greeting. Confused on why Jackson was at her front door.

"Hi is Chris here?" Jackson said. Madi gave me a look of confusion mixed with concern. "Yeah, he's here I can go get him" Madi said, oblivious to the situation that was going on, once again.

After a few moments Chris was standing in front of me and Jackson. "Hey bud, so I found out we've been sharing y/n" Jackson said in a very sarcastic tone.

Chris looked at me and then back at Jackson. I see Madi in the living room watching the scene unfold. She gives me a disappointed look. "What do you want" Chris said, looking at Jackson.

"I want you to explain why you think it's okay to try and fuck people's girlfriends" Jackson said. Chris's jaw clenched. "I mean clearly y/n is easy. She's got slut tendencies" Jackson continued.

Tears were streaming down my face. I hated this so much. "Watch your fucking mouth" Chris said, warningly. Madi was still watching everything. I couldn't look at her in her eyes.

"I mean I'm telling the truth, right? Because an hour ago me and y/n were about to have sex. And then I see fresh hickeys on her tits. She was with you and then came to me. You couldn't please her good enough clearly" Jackson said.

Chris looked at me. Every soft version that I had seen of him had disappeared. He looked disgusted almost. "You guys were about to have sex?' He asked me.

"It's not like that Chris. I was going to break up with him. I just felt like I owed him" I said. I wasn't trying to justify my actions, but I so badly needed Chris to understand.

"You hear that Chris? Slut tendencies" Jackson chuckled cockily. "I need both of you to leave" Chris said. "Chris I'm sorry, please just understand" I begged.

"Look at her begging you to understand that she's nothing but a cheater" Jackson said. "Leave" Chris repeated. "You can have her bro. I don't need her anymore" Jackson said.

"Can you both just leave. I don't need to deal with all of this" Chris said. "Im so sorry Chris" I said, eyes filled with tears. "I'm not doing this with you y/n" he said. "You can keep her" Chris said to Jackson before slamming the door shut.

Jackson looked over at me and smiled and then walked back to his car. I followed behind him. "Ill drop you off at your house and then I promise youll never hear from me again" he said

I stayed silent. Not able to comprehend the whole thing. How did I let this happen? How could I be such a fool?

After Jackson dropped me off at home I had stayed in my room and cried for numerous hours. I tried calling Chris, he didn't answer any of the calls.

My whole body hurt. My heart, my soul and mind were in shambles.

from madi: hey girl. I think it's the best if we just kind of end this friendship. I'm sorry but you hurt Chris really badly and I refuse to stand by that. don't show up to the house because I'm not going to answer the door for you. wish you the best :/

The text from Madi only deepened the wound. I should of never done this. I should of never allowed any of this to happen.

Then a couple minutes later I received another text.

from chris: I thought what we had was real. I was so blind. I'm leaving everything in the past and moving on. Im blocking you because I love you. and im just now realizing the love was one sided. goodbye y/n.

I violently sobbed when I read the message. He said he loved me. I tried calling him and none of the calls went through. I tried calling Madi, none of the calls had gone through for her either.

They blocked me. I wanted nothing more than to show up at their house and get on my knees and beg.

I went to Katie's room but she wasn't there. I called her.

"Katie please come home I cant do this" I cried into the phone. "What's going on?" Katie asked. "I fucked up. I fucked up so bad Katie" I cried.

Katie came home instantly. "It's okay y/n" she said holding onto me. "It's going to be okay" she consoled me. "He's just a man. No man is worth this amount of stress" Katie continued.

Although she was right, it wasn't helping in the moment. I wanted to do anything I could to forget all of this. I wanted to run away, start a new life.

I cried in Katies arms for so long. I fell asleep in her room, her cuddling me, reminding me that everything was okay. I never got to tell Chris that I loved him back.

A year later.

I had a completely different life a year ago. Me and Katie still live together. I've taken my time to heal, to grow as much as I could. Life was starting to feel good again.

"Im gonna go get some snacks from the gas station" I said to Katie. It was 10 pm and I had been craving the blue slushie that the gas station sold.

As I arrived at the gas station I was excited to fulfill my cravings. I walked into the gas station, and walked through an ailse to find something sweet.

I heard a group of people laughing from the other aisle and it had me cringe. I did not need anyone to see me right now, I was in sweatpants and a tank top. Clearly in my “idgaf outfit”.

I quickly grabbed a bag of peach rings and headed towards the slushie machine. I turned the corner and accidentally ran into someone, dropping the peach rings.

I bent down to grab the peach rings, repeating how sorry I was for being clumsy. And after picking the peach rings back up off the floor I stood up and was met with a very familiar face.

It was Matt sturniolo. And behind him was Madi. My heart dropped as we stared at each other blankly. I heard laughs from around the corner come closer and then a voice I had tried to forget.

"Matt what are you-" Chris said and stopped mid sentence before stopping in his tracks when his eyes met mine. We all stared at each other, alot of unspoken tension.

"Babe I got the slushie" I heard a girls voice call out. I watched as a girl approached Chris and grabbed his arm. He looked like he had been stuck in a trance, his eyes stuck on mine.

I watched Chris look back over at the girl and give a soft smile. Matt and Madi were still staring at me, like they want to say something but the words wont come out.

"Babe can I get this bag of chocolate covered pretzels as well" she said smiling at Chris, completely unaware of what was going on. He looked down at the girl "yeah of course" he said.

She stood on her tippy toes and leaned in to kiss him. And then she finally noticed me. "Oh my gosh your so pretty" she said to me. I gave a faint smile, looking at Madi and Matt and then to Chris.

Chris looks like he's seen a ghost. He looks stuck in time. Madi and Matt look over at the girl finally. "We should get going" Matt said glancing at Chris.

He nods his head. I watch as the girl gets the chocolate covered pretzels and they all head up to the cashier.

I felt frozen, like my body couldn't move. I quickly try to gather myself, but tears are in my eyes before I knew it. I watch the group head out of the gas station. Chris was the last one to exit.

Before walking out the door, he looked back at me. Our eyes lingered for a moment before he finally walked out the door.

My heart broke all over again. As much as I tried to forget him, to forget the memories we had made together I couldn't.

I was just starting to finally feel free of him. I started to feel like I had finally moved on. Just to run into him and feel all the emotions I had once felt a year ago.

I had gone home that night devastated. He had a girlfriend now. He looked like he had been doing good and I loved that for him. But my heart hurt.

Seeing Chris after a year had felt surreal. I missed him. I missed Madi and Matt. I missed them all.

But I was simply reminded of the reality that I had lived. Chris was a stranger now. And I hated it. But it's the truth.

He was a stranger that I had known and shared a bed with. A stranger that knew everything about me. A stranger that knew my deepest and darkest secrets. A stranger that I had once loved.

Katie had came into my room stealing some of the snacks that I had bought. And as me and Katie sat together watching some dumb overrated movie I realized I must come to terms with things.

Maybe in another lifetime things would of ended differently. But I realized Chris would forever be the stranger that I held closely to my heart.

I'll live my life, and he'll live his. Whether we cross paths again or not is up to the universe. And I hope one day we will.

Afterall the fate of patience teaches you. It teaches you to cherish something you love, that once you love something do you everything in your power to keep it.

It teaches you that time is not against you nor rooting for you. It teaches you about yourself, and the power of your actions.

I'll always love Chris. But until we meet again, or if we ever meet again, I'll be patient.

author note: I’m sorryyyyy. dont hateeee meee💔. crying, throwing up, screaminggggg. I love you all so much, thank you for the support.

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[huckingitup]

in honor of the jdtz reunion im posting this fic rec list i sent to my friend back in 2023 I may post a part two with fics ive bookmarked since then but this is a good start for anyone wanting to dive in to their tag or revisit some faves

https://archiveofourown.org/works/45105727 - Don't Want You Like a Best Friend by Linsky

Summary: Jamie’s not gonna lie, it throws him a little when he realizes Trevor is gay.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/33301879 - ain't going down without a fight by countthestars

Summary: Trevor may not be patient, but he is persistent. (Werewolf au)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/30566318 - any excuse to stay awake with you by andthreequarts

Summary: "Bro," Trevor says, fake hurt in his voice, hand placed dramatically over his heart. "You're going to leave me to sit this out alone? What if I'm afraid of the dark?"

"You're not," Jamie responds, dry.

--

Jamie and Trevor handle a blackout.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/29790633 - my blood is red and unafraid of living by clementiae (lovesicker)

Summary:

Jamie Drysdale is nothing if not polite to Trevor, but when the team asks them if they’d be okay with living together, a muscle in his jaw twitches, blink and you’d miss it.

“Fine with me,” Trevor shrugs. A gauntlet, thrown.

Drysdale’s eyes flicker over to Trevor, almost involuntary, before he looks back at the team realtor. “Me too,” he says quickly.

(Or: Jamie Drysdale is the epitome of a nice Canadian boy, all slicked-back hair and a picture-perfect smile, but Trevor can fix that. Just give him some time.)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/36205570 - no more hesitations by blamefincham

Summary: “It’s not a curse,” Jamie says when they’re in the car.

“What? Bullshit, it’s totally a curse, I dunno know how I didn’t see it before,” Trevor says. “Not being able to make any decisions is exactly the kind of weird shit magic makes people do. Or, uh, not do, in your case.”

“It’s magic,” Jamie says, leaning his head against the window and closing his eyes. “But it’s not a curse.”

https://archiveofourown.org/works/38757903 - caught up in circles by countthestars

Summary: Jamie pauses. This feels like a test, or maybe a trick. (Time loop fic)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/33007714/chapters/81927247 - California, dude. So sick. By dilangley

Summary: Jamie’s indignant expression is priceless. It makes Trevor want to annoy the shit of him every minute of every day just to watch him try to hold back that smile.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/32061001 - steal the air out of my lungs by andthreequarts

Summary: It’s not just that Trevor wants to be choked by his medal. It’s that he’s actively asking Jamie for it.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/30649481 - What's The Over/Under On Getting Over/Under You? By neerdowellwolf

Summary: "Can we just, you know, pause for one second here," Jamie says. "Five minutes ago you were straight and now we're making you a Grindr profile?"

Trevor does stop. He sets his shirt on the bed next to him and fixes his gaze on Jamie. "I'm still straight. I just want to suck a dick. It's called coping."

https://archiveofourown.org/works/36108415 - no pleasures here on earth i found by crawsley

Summary: “Z,” Josh says, and he can’t help the way it comes out kind of exasperated. “Will you just shut up and let me fuck you? What is your deal, man.”

“I don’t have a deal,” Trevor says, immediately, even though he has his face buried in the pillow and Josh can barely hear him. “Why would you think I have a deal?”

“Well,” Josh says, cautiously, slowing his thrusts to a deep grind, which actually feels good enough that Trevor muffles another moan into the pillow. “My first clue was that you called me Jamie just now.”

https://archiveofourown.org/works/42281415 - There's Gold in Them There Hills, or Alchemy for Dummies by CitrineDaydream

Summary: Jamie Drysdale is a witch. Well, a witch-in-training, out on his final journey to prove himself-- a pilgrimage to put himself through the seven steps of Alchemical Process. His contentious spirit guides have sent him across the continent from Ontario to California to find something that they refuse to reveal to him. Trevor Zegras is a rookie ranch hand, leaving New York for the freedom of the West. Far from home, he's still kept up with his families traditions and the ways they work with nature for prosperity and protection. He is absolutely, definitely not a witch.

Jamie is at least intuitive enough to know the gold he seeks isn't literal metal, but that's about as far as he trusts his instincts, and that's the majority of the problem. When his spirit guides freeze him out in an attempt to foster his intuition, the goofy cowboy seems to be the best bet he's got to unlock his path to growth that he can't seem to find to on his own.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/34974916/chapters/87103744 - Thinking about making a comeback by theaa

Summary: “Going once. Going twice. Going three times — to — would you like to let everyone know your name, sir?”

Dylan leans over the stage and to the right, where the dude’s voice had been coming from. The mic squeals for a second before he cuts through.

“Trevor. Trevor Zegras.”

There’s some collective murmuring from the audience.

Jamie doesn’t know a Trevor Zegras. Does he?

- or Jamie signs himself up to a charity date auction, against his better judgement.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/42605811 - bide your time by fiveandnocents

Summary: When Trevor finally gets his arms around Jamie’s neck, content to grind against Jamie’s thick thigh until he comes, Jamie shifts away.

“No,” he whines, trying to pull Jamie back in.

Jamie lets himself be dragged down, but only to press placating kisses to Trevor’s jaw as he runs soothing fingers through his hair. “You have two days to go.”

https://archiveofourown.org/works/41069556 (this one and the next work in that series r both decent Trevor/Jamie content) - Jamie All Over! By Anonymous

Summary: Trevor Zegras really needs to get over The Jamie Problem.

(Or: Jesus Christ, are these two ever stupid. I say this affectionately.)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/47797258 - Short Sleeves in December by makeit_takeit

Summary:Outside the windows that look out into the gym, is a guy.

He’s got dirty blond hair, sun-bleached ends curling shaggy and disheveled around his ears, sticking out from under a flat-brimmed hat. He’s wearing a t-shirt with the sleeves cut out, sides hanging open down past his ribs, and athletic shorts that are hiked up to stretch around the considerable width of his upper quads. He’s standing there on the wooden floor of the basketball court, barefoot and sweaty and tan all over, looking like what California would look like if it was a person.

And his pale blue eyes (of course they’re blue eyes) are narrowed, laser-focused, and they’re staring right at Jamie.

(High school AU)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/38598030 - take a bite of my heart tonight by bropunzeling

Summary: Jamie stands in front of the meat section in Vons and considers his options.

He knows he’s kind of—okay, make that an extremely—shitty cook, but fortunately the requirements for tonight are pretty simple. Meat, raw. Preferably red. Even Jamie can manage that.

(Werewolf au)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/46697140/chapters/117608428 - still on my way to the top by Lewsy

Summary: “I didn’t realize you wanted me to leave you alone in the car so you could jack off.” Jamie’s eyes are wide, and he looks a bit panicked, but he still hasn’t budged from the passenger seat. “I thought you had started some weird visualization exercise or something, like the trainers always say we should do.”

“I don’t even know what visualization means,” Trevor says. “And I have to jerk off before games because it’s good luck.”

https://archiveofourown.org/works/32186563/chapters/79754521 - Checked Swing by dilangley

Summary: Every morning, Jamie walks out into the kitchen of the little team-provided apartment and sees Trevor Zegras in his kitchen. And it ruins his fucking day. Every fucking time.

(Baseball au)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/45401050 - in the honey by donderwolk

Summary: In the club, with Trevor hanging over him, Jamie says, “It’s not really my thing, bro.”

“What do you mean?” Trevor knocks his forehead against Jamie’s, talking kind of obnoxiously loud even if he does have to raise his voice to be heard over the music. “She’s hot and blonde, babe. That’s everyone’s thing.”

“Yeah, hot and blonde isn’t the problem,” Jamie replies, at a slightly lower volume. “But like, the girl thing is. I’m gay, dude.”

https://archiveofourown.org/works/34128502/chapters/84909955 - We're the heirs to the glimmering world by theaa

Summary: It could rain the whole time they’re in Michigan and Jamie doesn’t even think he’d mind.