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jakesimfromstatefarm · 28 days ago

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heh maybe for a chapter you could reverse the roles and make y/n the simp (although ik u've already thought of this I'm sure) a random suggestion tho, jakey gives her something that was dear to him when he was little (like a teddy bear maybe) and one day yn is like "would u ever want your bear back?" And jake is like "I think he's happier with you" KFOWNRHOWKANEHROWKEB (also for like more mood/tension ig, jake is away on some trip, yn misses him a lot, and they have a late night call (bonus points if yn is sleepy) idk just what jake says would mean more in my eyes but then again that is just my interpretation 😋)

— angy 💢 this is actually based of real events 😛 hehehehhehehehe

STOPPPP this is so cyot...also yes we definitely need to see more of yn being the simp over jake (bc who am i kidding, who wouldn't simp over our resident lover boy jakey) & TEA based off of real events...that's so adorable stfu rn. also this ended up being longer than i had anticipated because i always just get so invested in writing these lil slices of life of jakeyn 😭💔

──── HAPPIER WITH YOU 💫 🧸 💭 ↳ requested // part of the no doubt series !

The first buzz wakes you up.

The second buzz has you smiling before your eyes even open, already knowing who it is.

Your hands quickly find your phone, your eyes barely open as you swipe to answer the call you've been waiting for.

“Hey Jakey,”you mumble, voice scratchy with sleep, lips barely moving as you hold the phone close to your face. "So late."

“Hi pretty,” your boyfriend’s bright smile and messy hair fills your screen, lighting up your dark room like he’s the sun himself.

There’s a pause as he studies your face through the camera, his soft gaze trailing over your sleep-flushed face, your cheek still half-mushed into your pillow.

Then there's a small chuckle from his end, low and fond.

“You were asleep, weren’t you?”

“No,” you lie. Very badly. Your eyes are already fluttering shut again. “Just…resting my eyes.”

Another small laugh on his end. He tilts his head like he's trying to get a better view of you.

“You always say that,” Jake teases gently. “Even when you’re fully drooling into your pillow mid-FaceTime.

"Shut up," you let out a sleepy whine, “You were the one who called me.”

“I know,” he says, his voice dropping into something quieter now, like he’s syncing with your sleepiness. “I just missed you.”

You exhale softly, suddenly feeling warmth blooming deep in your chest.

"I'm not the one who had to go on a trip," you murmur as you tug the blanket higher, almost covering half your face, "...but I miss you too."

Jake sighs—one of those small, aching exhales that sounds like he regrets every choice that led him to be away from you, "I forgot how hard it is to be away from you like this."

Your heart skips a beat. Maybe two. Maybe all of them.

It's such a simple thing to say. So casual. But it knocks the breath out of you anyway.

Because this is him. Jake. Your Jake.

The one who gets quiet when he means something. The one who has slowly, steadily grown into your home—even when he's halfway across the continent.

The one who you know loves you so truly, so deeply.

And the one that you love. So truly. So deeply.

You shift slightly, your fingers instinctively curling around the soft, familiar material you weren't even away you had tucked against your chest—a teddy bear.

Jake's teddy bear.

The one you found in his room the first night you slept over. Game night with everyone had ended way too late, and Jake—half-asleep himself—had easily mumbled you should just sleep over.

And to what cost?

His dignity, apparently.

Because the second you walked into his room—

"Oh my god—" you crossed the room in three quick strides, immediately grabbing the small teddy bear perched on Jake's pile of pillows on his bed. "Don't tell me you have a childhood teddy bear."

Jake's eyes had widened. His ears turned pink.

"Hey!" He chased after you as you clutched onto the bear itself teasingly and away from him. "He's not—okay, yeah, fine, I do."

He finally takes it from your hands, "And his name is Snuffles. For your information. He helps me sleep. Or well, he used to."

You had giggled as you watched him endearingly fluff the bear like it was a national treasure, gently placing it back on his pillow.

"But now I have you," he said, almost too softly, as he turned back to look at you. "So. Problem solved."

And not too long after that, he brought Snuffles over to your place. And never took him back.

You never questioned it.

By then, he was practically moved into yours anyways—falling asleep in your bed more often than his own. Hoodies draped on your dining chairs, couch, kitchen island. His toothbrush had a permanent toothbrush holder on your bathroom counter. You made sure to always pick up his favorite shampoo at the store. And his favorite cereal.

And you loved it. All of it. How your space became his world without either of you needing to say it out loud. How his life bled into yours in tiny, unspoken way.

Especially on nights like these—when he was away, and you had a part of him to hold onto.

Something soft and real and silly and so, so Jake.

Something that reminded you just how much he trusts you. Just how much he loves you.

It brings a small smile to your face. A quiet little ache in your chest. Like being homesick for someone who's already yours.

You chew your lip for a second, then mumble quietly, "Hey Jake?"

"Mhm?"

"Do you think...you'd ever want your bear back?"

There's a pause.

Jake blinks at you, confused for a split second. But then—he smiles. Small, tender, with a softness he only shows when he's with you.

"Nah," he says as if it didn't cost him even a thought. "I think he's happier with you."

You blink, your throat suddenly tight. You hug the soft toy a little tighter.

"But he was yours," you say quietly, watching Jake's face carefully. "You've had him forever. Thought you couldn't sleep without him."

Jake hums in response before shrugging briefly, "Yeah, but...I gave him to you for a reason."

You tilt your head, but he beats you to it.

"Because you're the person I trust most in the world," he says simply. "And if I can't be there with you, I like knowing that he can. That you've got some part of me with you when I'm not there. That's enough to help me sleep well."

And you think you melt on the spot right then and there.

You squeeze your eyes shut. The lump in your throat is ridiculous. The sting behind your eyes is worse. You blame the sleep deprivation and the fact that it's 2:47AM.

And maybe the overwhelming way he loves you.

Definitely the overwhelming way he loves you.

You bury your face into Snuffles' fuzzy head, your voice muffled, "I don't think I've ever loved anyone more than I love this stupid bear...and you."

Jake laughs again, all breathy and warm and full of affection, "Don't let him hear you call him stupid."

You lift your head up from the bear, your lips in a small pout, "He's not stupid. He's perfect. And loyal. And smells like you."

Jake lifts a brow, amused, "So basically...what I'm hearing is...you're so in love with me."

Your eyes roll immediately, but the smile on your face remains, "Gross. Don't be so full of yourself."

He grins, unbothered, "Baby, you're the one cuddling my childhood bear and professing your lifelong love to it. Too late for that."

You just groan, face mushing back into your pillow as you bring your phone closer, wishing it was him instead, "Whatever. I miss you."

"I miss you more."

You smile, slow and sleepy. "Come home soon?"

Jake nods, eyes shimmering a little more than before, "Yes ma'am. I promise."

"I'm holding you to that promise," you say softly, eyes fluttering closed, tucking Snuffles closer to you. "We'll be waiting. Always."

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nolita-fairytale · 2 years ago

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burn your life down | chef luca x fem!reader | chapter one

summary: leaving your old life behind, you move to copenhagen to follow your dream of opening a restaurant. almost a year after opening, luca's quest for inspiration brings him right to your doorstep.

warnings: fluff, eventual smut, eventual angst not use of y/n, second person pov, swearing, danish inaccuracies, very little connection to the world of the bear.

word count: 2500

a/n: remember when i said we'd get pastry chef luca fanfic whether we liked it or not? well, it seems i can't be normal about anything bc i have an outline of (potentially) 10 chapters right now based on this headcanon. while i try to keep reader characters pretty neutral so that you can picture yourself, i have this reader creating food from her own life experiences/cultures so do what you will with that. also, i tagged some peeps from my headcanon post, but please let me know if you'd like to be removed.

masterlist | part two

He’s in search of inspiration when he finds the restaurant – your restaurant.

It’s an American stagiaire and a single conversation that makes him realize that he’s missing something – that he’s been in need of something fresh, a new perspective– setting him on his quest.

The best things are inspired.

Luca stares at a blank piece of paper for what feels like hours, writing a few things down, sketching up an idea, before viciously crossing them out, hopelessly stuck on new ideas for the new menu. After a few half-baked ideas that go nowhere, It occurs to him that he may be in need of a little inspiration himself. He can’t think of the last time he’s taken his own advice, mulling over the carefully-chosen words of wisdom imparted to Marcus a couple of weeks ago, and he’s determined to change that.

A review in the paper, an old colleague’s recent trip there, and a glowing recommendation from a close friend are what bring him to the restaurant.

He’s not sure what to expect – having forgone any interest in cuisine described with the words trendy or fusion a long time ago – but Luca reminds himself that it’s the writer’s word choice, not the chef’s, when writing the article.

When Luca steps into the small home-turned-restaurant, he’s immediately inundated with a warmth, a homeyness, that takes him by surprise. From the open kitchen, to the golden lighting, it feels vastly different from the classic Danish-style, fine dining establishments that have swept the country.

But Luca reminds himself that the announcement of noma’s 2024 closure, has shifted the conversation around dining culture in Denmark, and already, he can feel that this is the breath of fresh air that he’s been looking for.

Luca’s seated quickly with care and hospitality by a highly-attentive host, which he only assumes is a symptom of the fact that he read somewhere that you’re an American. While Danish, the host is boisterous, as if he’s known Luca since childhood. Luca smiles politely in response, graciously thanking the man and his chocolate brown curls.

The menu is small, indicating that each dish receives enough care to be excellent and he likes that, despite being described as trendy and fusion-focused, your menu is creative. It’s different. It’s inspired.

He chooses the special of the day: the mapo tofu bolognese – a traditionally Italian concept done from an Asian perspective – and the suggested wine pairing.

It doesn’t take long for him to receive his glass of wine, or his food, and he’s pleasantly surprised by how efficient service seems. Stealing glances through the open kitchen, he watches as you and your sous lead dinner service with a kind of compassionate leadership and playfulness that warms him from the inside out.

“We recommend mixing the whipped tofu into the dish for a creamier sauce. Skal,” his waitress greets, with a warm smile on her face as she sets down the bowl of noodles.

“Cheers,” Luca replies, his eyes savoring every single detail of the dish.

It’s somehow elevated, thoughtful, and elegant, yet comforting all at once.

Luca picks up his fork, using it to collect a little bit of everything – a perfect noodle twirl with just enough sauce, and ground pork before running his fork the whipped topping – raising the fork to his lips for his first bite.

As the flavors hit his tongue, he closes his eyes, and it’s as if time has stopped, just for a moment.

The wheat noodles are perfectly al dente while the whipped tofu is almost ricotta-like, transforming into a silky smooth addition to the dish, cutting the tingle and heat of the Sichuan chili peppercorn-based sauce.

The corners of his lips turn up as he takes a breath, opening his eyes as he savors the delicate layers of flavors. With a crooked smile on his face, he decides that he’ll most certainly be back next week.

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You make peace with the fact that tonight is one of those nights – a slow night – as you finish washing your hands. It being a slow night, you’d encouraged your staff to up the hospitality at the pre-shift meeting. Treating guests with the utmost personal touches in an effort to build genuine connections would be the focus of tonight’s slow service. In fact, you and Mathilde, your sous chef, had been running dishes out this evening – something you rarely had the luxury to do.

“You should go say hello,” your sous encourages, nodding towards the dining room through the expansive window of the open kitchen.

“Thought it was your turn,” you reply in a casual tone, paying no attention to who she’s referencing.

“No, I think you should take this one,” Mathilde nudges you, causing you to look up. You shoot her a funny look, your eyes flickering over the mischievous expression she has on her face, to where she’s gestured towards.

“To-?” you begin to ask, before seeing exactly who she’s talking about.

“Ehm. Tall, blonde, and tatted!” she emphasizes in a whisper yell.

You don’t really need the description as you glance over at the dining room, easily spotting the man seated at a two-seater near the front window.

“You’re right. He’s become a bit of a regular,” you agree with a curt nod that means all business, no pleasure, as you move a few things as you walk and talk around the kitchen, tidying up.

“That’s not what I meant,” she scoffs with a playful eye roll.

“You know, Jesper thought he was Swedish because… look at him… but he’s apparently a Brit,” she gossips with you, her eyes stealing a glance his way. “We’re slow tonight. He’s here every week. Sure he’d appreciate a direct thank you from the chef!”

“I-,” you hesitate, wondering why she’s so damn insistent on this. “... yeah, alright. I’ll go.”

“That’s my girl!” Mathilde cheers, in a sing-song voice, she hands you the beautifully plated bowl of pasta to take out to the dining room.

As you walk over towards his table, you make a note that it seems as if the mystery man has made this a bit of a routine. He shows every Saturday at exactly 7 pm, week after week, for the past month or so, as if it’s a standing date he has with himself. After his first visit, you half-expected him to bring a date when he returned, or bring a group of friends, or for something different to happen.

But it hadn’t and you’ve watched him come in, week after week, with a different book each time. He always orders the special of the day and whatever suggested wine pairing Jesper’s recommended that week.

Most Saturday nights you're busy leading a kitchen or cooking on the line – having little to no time to fixate or wonder curiously over your weekly diner – but tonight’s pace affords you the luxury to spend more time at the front of house. Truthfully, you know it’s the thing that sets you apart. Sure, the hospitality here in Copenhagen is excellent, but you bring an American hospitality-style to this restaurant – and above and beyond mentality – that feels welcoming, personal, even, as if your restaurant itself is just an extension of your home.

You’ve heard your staff – front of house and back of house – whispering about him, all seemingly enamored and enchanted by the charming Brit. All any of you knew about him was that his name was Luca and that he’s always more than kind to your front of house staff.

He doesn’t say much when he comes in, you’ve noticed, but every Saturday at 7 pm, he’s pushing his way through the front door with punctuality and a gentle ease.

The whisperings from your staff had all revolved around who your mysterious regular must be: whether he was Danish or Swedish, that someone that good looking must already have a partner, that he doesn’t wear a ring.

You hadn’t paid much attention to the gossip (or at least that’s what you’ve told yourself) more focused on running dinner service then trying to piece together the story of your handsome, mysterious regular.

“Hello,” you greet him warmly. “I just wanted to come introduce myself and say thank you for becoming one of our regulars. Your support means a lot to all of us.”

“Hi, I’m Luca.”

You share your name with a smile as he shakes your hand.

Luca turns his attention down to the bowl you’ve put in front of him, his eyes taking in the beautiful presentation hungrily.

“Wow, this looks… incredible,” he marvels, returning his gaze back to you.

“Thank you. I’m sure my front of house already walked you through this but if you’d like for me to-,” you begin.

“Yes, that’d be great, thanks,” he interjects, a crooked smile on his face that makes your heart skip a beat.

You have to pull your attention away from him, hoping he doesn’t notice that you’re quite possibly gawking at him.

He’s kind, charming, and he’s easy on the eyes (easy on the eyes, really being an understatement here).

“Today’s special was inspired by a childhood favorite of mine,” you begin, walking him through each component of the dish.

Crispy Rice. Caramelized marinated trumpet mushrooms and charred broccolini. Your mom’s sauce approached with classic French techniques, courtesy of your sous, Mathilde, a classically French-trained chef.

It’s a marriage of your story. Of the people around you. It’s your heart and theirs, put into a dish.

“You’re the chef?” he asks, unable to hide the surprise in his voice.

“Yes,” you answer, trying your best to get a read on him.

He balks, and you’re unsure of how you’re supposed to respond. Was he surprised that you’re a woman? That he’s been eating your food the whole time and expected a male chef? Before you can overthink it, Luca clarifies with:

“I’m sorry. It’s just-, I can't think of the last time I saw a head chef work front of house, let alone with this much care.”

Oh.

You let down your guard, wondering why you’d assumed the worst when the man’s been nothing but kind to you and your staff so far.

"We're a little short staffed tonight. And I love getting to talk to diners… especially on nights like this,” you explain, trying your best to sound like you hadn’t just assumed that he was a sexist asshole.

He shakes his head in disbelief, looking down at the picturesque bowl, then back to you.

Luca is impressed, and he has no intention of hiding it.

He picks up his wine glass by the stem, raising it to you.

"Cheers,” he says. “And thank you. This is a really beautiful dish.”

“Of course. Enjoy,” you reply, giving him a polite smile, before heading back into the kitchen.

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“Good service tonight, everybody!” Jesper, your front of house manager, announces while clapping a few times to signal to staff that it’s time for a post shift meeting.

As you all gather in the pristine front of house space. Some of your cooks have taken their aprons off, others haven’t had a moment to unwind from the shift yet – business picking up in the last hour or so of service.

Jesper goes through his nightly wrap-up notes, celebrating the wins of tonight, and making sure to celebrate how everyone rallied to pick up pace when business spiked. He’s gregarious, larger-than-life, the kind of person who can talk to anyone about anything, making him an excellent front of house manager, and even better sommelier. You really lucked out with the twins, you think to yourself – with Jesper and Mathilde – when they were more than eager to work with you on opening this restaurant.

“Oh, and before we go, a client left a gift… table number four,” Jesper says, in reference to Luca’s table. He pulls a tan-colored pastry box from another table, setting it down on a table where everyone can take a look.

“As a thank you. He requested for me to share. So have it and let’s make a note next time he’s in to really treat him like a VIP.”

One of your most-talented servers opens the box, eliciting a chorus of gasps, giggles, and excited whispers as soon as the assortment of croissants and pastries are revealed.

You and Mathilde exchange a look as everyone else busy themselves with unpacking the pastry box. Mathilde raises an eyebrow and you’re not sure what to say. Witnessing your silent exchange, Jesper makes his way over to the both of you, before extending his arm to reveal the card he’s holding.

“And this, my dear…” he begins, exchanging a look with his sister. “...is for you.”

“What do you-, just me?” you ask as you take it, hesitantly.

“I think so, yeah,” he nods, confidently.

To the Chef, the front of the card reads.

“Jesper, let’s check out some of these pastries, yeah?” Mathilde suggests, not so subtly hinting towards her brother.

He nods, giving you a little space so that you can read the card Luca’s left for you.

As your staff divvy up the box of laminated pastries, sighing with joy as they taste the decadent, hand-crafted sweets, you take a few steps away to open the note. His handwriting is pristine – perfectly neat in every way, like he’s written over carefully measured invisible lines.

Chef,

Thank you for all of the great meals. I'd like to return the favor, that is, if you're open to it.

Tomorrow. 5 pm. Dronningens Tværgade 2, 1302

While Luca’s gift has been more-than-generous, you find yourself overwhelmed by questions. Was he a chef too? And why had he not said anything? And what was this gesture all about anyways?

You read the card a few more times, turning the words over in your head as you try to make sense of it.

Mathilde can see your overwhelm, your eyebrows knitted into one confused expression as she saunters back over to you.

“What does it say?” she asks, curiously. “A love confession perhaps?”

“Mathilde, you really have to stop reading all of those French romance novels!” you tease her. “It’s giving you too many ideas.”

“It’s the only way I keep up with my French!” she defends herself with a lackadaisical shrug, earning a laugh from you.

“Uh no… it’s actually a thank you card… only I think he… wants to feed me,” you share with her, holding the card out so that she can take a look.

“He’s a chef too?” she asks, taking the card from your hands.

“I think so, yeah,” you reply, letting out an exasperated laugh.

“Oh shit!” Mathilde exclaims, as soon as she sees the address that Luca’s written down.

“What?” you ask her, wondering if there’s something you missed.

“The address… that’s AOC. I think he’s a chef at AOC, babe,” she gasps, shaking her head as she hands the card back to you, sending a ‘you lucky, bitch’ look your way.

Oh shit, is right.

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toorumlk · 1 year ago

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Hi I'm so freaking obsessed with your twitter.

Also what's your favorite Romione moment in the books and why?

ohohoho thank you, friend, i’m quite proud of some of the stuff i’ve posted on there B)

and as for my favourite romione moment in the books, when i read the question i first blanked out for a couple minutes, thinking of a bunch of smaller, sillier scenes. but then i remembered that i do have a favourite and it’s from chapter 11 of DH, when remus visited the trio at grimmauld place and filled them in on he goings on of the war -including the implementation of the muggle-born registry. ron’s response upon hearing this (after his immediate outrage) was

and it’s not just the hand holding and the “‘you won’t have a choice’ said Ron fiercely” that played out so vividly in my head like this:

but this scene demonstrates so perfectly the political weight of this pairing (muggleborn/blood traitor) which i think is the immovable narrative foundation of romione. all of their silly moments and idiosyncrasies aside, there is genuine narrative purpose behind this love. ron has always had an astute understanding of the blood supremacist politics of the wizarding world (need i remind that he was ready to curse shitco at the ripe age of 12 for calling hermione the in-universe slur) and just how wrong it is. ron is a pure-blood wizard and by design has so much privilege in this society bc of it, but by virtue of having parents like arthur and molly, he’s grown up knowing the importance of fighting against blood supremacist ideology. always.

so, after hearing about the completely horrifying muggleborn registry ("People won't let this happen," said Ron. "It is happening, Ron," said Lupin.), he immediately turns to his muggleborn best friend and love of his life and says “i’m making you a family member, i’m going to use the protection my family-name has and use it to protect you from the awful injustice of our situation, no you won’t have a choice but to let me help you”

i remember having such a… visceral reaction while reading this scene like holy shit .. these kids, THESE KIDS!!!!! this is the bone-marrow-deep love that makes me feel insane. this dynamic of the blood traitor/muggleborn always there, from CoS all the way to the epilogue. We get to see that romione is the story’s pure blood/muggleborn that finally made it (rip jily and tedromeda :(). we see it in hermione keeping her muggle last name after they get married (oh my god these two actually got married) and we also see it in the hyphenated Granger-Weasley (granger being first!) in their kids’ last names (oh my gof these two had TWO kids). they are a true symbol of change and progress in their world.

also this is one of those moments where i’m so glad that our only window to romiones relationship development is through harry’s narration because it so brilliantly shows the readers this blossoming love story instead of just telling us about it because harry obviously doesn’t have access to the inner thoughts of his two best friends, he can only witness them fall deeper in love. showing the audience acts of love is always more powerful and my god is this an act of showing your love to your beloved.

(and not to go on an unrelated tangent, but this is exactly why i could never ship my girl hermione w any DE or DE-adjacent character. no fucking way. not when the concept of a muggle-born registry exists in this universe, not when the antagonists in this story wish to eradicate people like her from their society. idk about the rest of y’all but im going to keep taking the narrative seriously bc the worldbuilding obviously has real world ties/implications and i like engaging with the canon. tangently to the tangent, i saw someone (a ron basher) on twitter say that ron, OUR RON FROM THE ABOVE EXCERPT, was “one bad day away from becoming a death eater” ohhhh ohhh i ought to beat you with sticks bc HUH? this is the same kid who said he would’ve boarded the train back to kings cross if he got sorted to slytherin, the house notorious for birthing DEs, at the tender age of 11)

anyways, all this to say is that romione is incredibly, realistically, materially romantic and i love them and i love their love <3

#romione #harry potter #harry potter and the deathly hallows #pro romione #bc duh #romione meta #hp meta #harry potter meta #toorumlk #nusreplies #my art #bc the hands #ron weasley defense squad

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riki-riks-chick · 11 months ago

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Senior Year CH.1 ︱N.RK

riki x reader (high school au)

yn is having a hellish year, but one boy makes it all the more bearable.

cw: fluff! bullying, high school, yn plays handball, toxic parents, toxic home life, swearing, slight verbal abuse.

wdct: 1.8k

requested series!

to the person who requested, pls give me feedback on whether this is good or not bc I WILL rewrite b4 continuing to part two. tyy <3

chapter 2 - chapter 3 - chapter 4 - chapter 5

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Third Person POV~

"I'm actually quite shocked. You're doing exceedingly well.. I got a few emails from coaches who watched our last game.. If you're serious about handball when season starts, you might get a scholarship." Your coach explains, and you're genuinely shocked. Sure you'd been training your ass off, but no one usually acknowledges it.

"Really?.. A scholarship where?" You ask as she smiles, amused at your excitement. "The states... Some school in Virginia." She explains as your eyes widen. "The states!? My mom would never let me go to the states."

"She's not in control of you once you graduate.. You're good.. Don't let her hold you back.. Now, go home after school and rest up.. We have practice tomorrow after school."

You leave, and rather than going home, you head to your job. Working at some burger shack that everyone at your school came to. It wasn't too bad, but you hated being noticed.

And just to your dismay, these three cheerleaders, that love to make your life, hell walked in.

You just happened to be the only employee on the register so you had no choice but to take their orders.

And as you did so, begrudgingly, one of them spoke up. "Aren't you that loser from third period?.."

You sigh, avoiding her gaze as you finish finalizing their order. "That'll be $23.45.." You ignore her remark, simply wanting to finish the order. She scoffs though, arms crossing tightly across her chest. "Are you not gonna answer me?... Fucking loser."

She pays for the order before walking over to some random seat to wait around for it, and you let out a sigh of relief.

They've messed with you before, and you simply ignore it. It's better to take the shit than lose your job that you so desperately need, and worked hard to get.

You call the number for their order after a short while, giving them their drinks last as the tallest one of the girls scoffs. "This is the wrong drink." She then takes it out of the holder, throwing it at you, which results in you getting soaked in diet coke. It was, in fact, the right drink.

"What is wrong with you?" You try not to raise your voice, makeup and hair ruined, clothes soaked and sticking irritatingly against your skin, and she's just standing there with a smirk on her face. "You dumb bitch. Can't even get an order right." Just as you're about to retaliate, knowing that you didn't even make her order, someone grabs her wrist, tugging her away from the counter.

"That's enough.. Do you always go around giving people hell? At school, and now here..?" You glance up at the much taller figure gripping your offenders wrist, and you're slightly shocked at who it is.

It's the one boy that you've never heard speak in class, never seen him interact with other people despite his teammates on the basketball team. And yet he's popular.. Tall, handsome, and quiet. It's hard not to notice him.

When you finally snap back to reality, the three girls are storming out of the place and the boy is still standing in front of you, Nishimura Riki.

You've never imagined making eye contact with him, or speaking to him, but when his deep brown eyes meet yours, you immediately glance away, too flustered to continue looking him in the eyes.

He smiles gently, and there's a hint of pity in his eyes. "I'm sorry that happened.. Are you okay?..." His voice is slightly deep, and definitely nicely toned. You simply nod at his question, remembering that you're covered in soda.

"I'm fine.. I can take your order.." You try to deflect but he shakes his head. "No, let me take you home so you can change.. That can't be comfortable for you."

His voice is very persuasive, and you decide not to argue, telling him to wait before walking into the kitchen to talk to your manager.

"Mr. Rio...?" You inquire softly as the man glances up from his position at the grill, working on an order. "What happened?" He question, adjusting his glasses on the bridge of his nose.

"Some girl threw her drink at me...." Your explanation leaves him to nod understandingly. "Just go home.. I'll handle everything until I can call another person here."

You question whether he's sure or not before grabbing your stuff and rounding the counter. Riki grabs your stuff for you, carrying your book bag and your waterbottle as he gestures for you to follow him. You follow him towards his car and it's nice, a black mercedes. You're already regretting your decision to let him take you home.

"I can't get in your car like this.." You sigh as he shakes his head. "It's fine.. I'll clean of the seat afterwards.."

You refuse at his words. "No... I don't wanna cause you any trouble..." You argue as he rolls his eyes. "Fine then..." He get in the driver's seat, reaching into the duffle bag in the backseat as he pulls put a towel, putting it on the seat. "Come on. Now I won't even have to worry about cleaning the seat."

You sigh, still hesitant, but you still get into the car. He smiles once you're seated, leaning over the console to reach for your seatbelt, fastening it for you.

"So, where do you live..?"

The car ride to your house is excruciatingly silent. You're awkward, and he doesn't know how to speak to you. It's just terrible.

"This is my house.." You speak up quietly as he stops the car. "Well.. I guess I'll see you at school tomorrow?.." He asks as you nod, unfastening your seat belt and scrambling to get out of the car. "What was your name again?..." He asks as you sigh nervously. "I'm Y/n... L/n Y/n..." You answer as he nods. "Nice. I'm Nishimura Riki.."

And like an idiot, you respond, "I know..." Riki chuckles, smiling. "Then you'll know we have class together.. Don't forget to say hi."

He then drives off, leaving you on the pavement dumbfounded. After a few minutes, you shake it off, heading inside as you take off your shoes. Just to your luck, your mom is on her way out.

"What are you doing home?.." Your mom questions, brows furrowed inquisitively as she slid into her sneakers.

"Some girl threw a drink at me at work, so my boss let me go home..." You explain as she scoffs. "You're so weak... Your sister would've kept working.. Learn to endure."

And then she leaves, grabbing her keys before slamming the front door behind her. You hear the lock click shortly after, letting out a sigh of relief.

You hated being compared to your sister. She graduated with honors, and you're barely keeping A's and B's... She's just better... And your mom is no help, constantly comparing you to her. It's definitely not fair because your sister is far from perfect, but you try not to let it haunt you.

The first thing you do is shower, the icky feeling of the soda making your clothes cling to you uncomfortably. After showering, you wash the clothes to avoid the soda staining them permanently. Once all of that is handled, you're rummaging through the kitchen for something decent to eat. In the end, you're settling for pizza rolls and some instant ramen.

After eating the very random meal, you head upstairs to work on your homework, but to your luck, you left it in the cute boy's car.

Great, another assignment to fail. You think to yourself as you open your laptop, ready to email your teacher in hopes they'll be understanding. Just as you're about to hit send, a notification sounds on your phone, the screen illuminating with a text from an unknown number.

You open it, and to your luck its Riki.

[Hey, it's Riki. I found your backpack in the backseat... I would bring it back, but I'm busy tonight.. Is it okay if I give it back tomorrow?]

You sigh at the text, deciding to just forget the email and hope that homeroom gives you enough time to complete the homework.

[Yeah.. Tomorrow is fine... I need it during homeroom.]

[Great, I'll be there as soon as school starts.]

You thank him before setting your phone on the desk, sighing loudly. This day has been terrible, practice sucked, you got a drink thrown at you, and now your backpack is at some boy's house all because you accepted a ride home.

You just decide to push everything aside, getting in bed and watching random corny kdramas until you fall asleep.

It's rare that you ever get a good night's rest. If you hadn't left work early, you'd barely be home at 8pm... Luckily you got to sleep a little earlier, but just as quickly as you got lucky, you got unlucky.

You wake up to loud sounds coming from downstairs, and you're already aware of the familiar yelling voices.

You leave your room, heading quietly down the stairs as you hear your parents yelling, something about money and your dad being irresponsible.

You're used to the banter, and sometimes you just filter it out, but the sounds of broken glass was slightly alarming.

You peek into the kitchen, your parents are at each other's throats, and eventually your mom just yells for your dad to get out.

The man manages one last rude remark before leaving the house, the door slamming loudly behind him.

Just as your mom walks out of the kitchen, you try to ask if she's alright, she simply pushes past you, heading upstairs quietly.

Your sister still isn't home. God knows what she's out doing this time of night, but you're sure it isn't working.

Almost every last penny of your paycheck goes to your mom, and your sister's paycheck is never the same amount. You know for sure she's blowing it off selfishly, and your mom knows too, but she doesn't care.

One time you bought a new pair of shoes with your check since your family wasn't too far behind on bills, and boy you never heard the end of it. That's why you just give all the money you make to your mother.

And yet she still favorites your older sister. But you try your best to please her anyway. In the end you really don't have a way to impress her, unless you won the lottery maybe..

You genuinely just want a normal senior year, and at this point you'll do anything to get it.

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fatuiracha · 1 year ago

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tsundere!alhaitham x gn!reader, fluff, first kiss. 1.2k.

a/n: nervous bc this is not my first fic but this is my first genshin fic!!! accept me please <333

alhaitham was.

something.

something you couldn’t quite put your finger on. something that drew you towards him like a helpless moth to a burning flame, something that sparks your curiosity more than the crisp pages of the books lining the akademiya shelves surrounding you. something that was once again taking up residence in the space near your desk.

you couldn’t help but glance towards him out of the corner of your eyes, flashes of his silver-gray hair or his bare right shoulder leaving you no choice but to. the words on the pages blur in front of you and you don’t realize that your pen had started trailing a line across your stack of papers until your hand falls off the edge of the table.

alhaitham was something. he never spoke to anyone here unless he had to, preferring to work in solitude. there was no one at the akademiya who considered him a friend save the loud blonde man with a flair for drama, and yet he had spent every day of the last week here, in the same aisle of books that you occupied as you rotted through the steps of your latest thesis. days of him stopping by for a few moments turned into weeks of him settling down in a chair by you which turned into a month of him taking up a regular occupation in what you had half endearingly, half frustratingly named your aisle.

it was different, having him so close to you. you were used to admiring him from afar, watching as he glided across the akademiya floors with a grace that very few of your fellow scholars possessed. you didn’t mind his presence near you, it was the opposite in fact - he was a very welcome distraction.

you look away quickly when he turns his head towards you, a flush creeping along your face as you feign flipping through the pages of the book you don’t even remember the name of. his soft footsteps track towards you, leveled and commanding even with their lack of sound.

he stops right by you, crossing his arms as he glares at the bookshelf. his eyes sweep over the rows of texts, and you can hear him muttering to himself. you strain your ears to hear, and you can faintly make out the words chapter fourteen.

the exact book sitting at the top of the stack on your desk.

“do you need this?” you startle him out of his mumbling and his piercing eyes meet yours for a moment before glancing towards where you were pointing. they light up when he sees that you have the exact thing he was looking for, and before you can hand it to him he’s leaning over you to take it himself.

he’s invading your space completely, his face mere centimeters from yours from how far he has to lean to reach it. his face is right there, and instead of saying something sane like oh, i can hand it to you, you lean forward and press your lips to the smooth skin of his cheek instead.

he freezes, hand still outstretched, and although his time seemed to stop yours was going into overdrive. did you really just do that?

you push your chair back and it makes what must have been the loudest screech you’ve ever heard, bouncing off the stacks of books and echoing through your skull. you stand up so fast that your legs almost give out and the papers on your desk fall to the floor in a flurry, but you don’t care. your footsteps are hurried as you walk away, crossing aisle after aisle until you find one that was empty. you lean back against a shelf and let out a breath, closing your eyes and coming to the terms that you just kissed the acting grand sage of the akademiya and were probably going to be promptly dismissed from your position soon after.

a beat of silence passes, then another as you regulate your breathing and try to soothe your pounding heart.

“you forgot these,” his voice startles you out of your spiral moments later, and you let out a shriek that you will later deny producing.

“i’m so sorry, that was totally out of line,” you ramble out, unable to meet his eyes from where he was standing in front of you. “it won’t happen again.”

“here,” he says in response, once again breaking you out of your whirlwind of anxious thoughts as he thrusts out a stack of papers at you. your thesis notes. his nose twitches as you take them from his gingerly, ensuring that your fingers didn’t touch.

“thank you?” you almost squeak, and you clear your throat to rid yourself of whatever that was. “i’m sorry, again.”

“why are you sorry?” he asks, genuinely confused in a way you’ve never seen him before.

“for kissing you?” you’re confused too, now.

“i’ve spent hours a day sitting by you for a while now, when i could be doing my work anywhere else,” he starts slowly, as if explaining something to a child “you intrigue me. trust me, if i wanted you to apologize, i wouldn’t have given you the opportunity to do it in the first place.”

“i,” you cut yourself off, blinking at him. “intrigue you?”

“you’re one of the only ones that write research here that isn’t, how do i put this,” he rests his chin in his hand, eyes perking upwards as he thinks. “utterly useless. and then i discovered that the beautiful mind was attached to an equally beautiful person. so yes, you intrigue me.”

“you like me,” you smile, understanding coating your words. “that’s what you mean, right?”

“yes, and you like me too.” he says it so plainly, as if stating a fact about human nature or the trees lining the streets outside. like there was no room for error, no chance that he could be proven wrong. “you kissed me.”

“i kissed your cheek,” you defend yourself, a little offended that he had seen through your paper thin veil so easily. he smirks in response, leaning into your space again and cupping your face in his hand. he pauses a hair’s breadth away from you, his eyes flickering between yours as he waits for any kind of rejection. you close the gap between the two of you yourself, slotting his lips against yours and pressing your cheek further into his palm.

it’s good. for all the multi-syllable words that made a home in your brain, all you can think of is how nice it feels to be so close to him, to feel his eyelashes flutter against your skin and to smell the clean, earthy cologne that he wears up close.

“now that you’ve kissed me,” he mumbles against your lips, leaving a lingering peck there before pulling back. you resist the urge to chase after him, having embarrassed yourself enough for one day. “can you admit that you like me?”

“if you answer my question first,” you pause, smiling at the way he quirks his brow at you in surprise. “you didn’t even need chapter fourteen, did you?”

alhaitham was surely something, but you were beginning to understand him a bit more now. at the very least, you understood the way he looked when his ears went red.

#genshin fluff #genshin imagines #genshin x reader #alhaitham x reader #alhaitham fluff

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94perreaults · 3 months ago

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OUTLIERS l GP94

CHAPTER TWO OF THE PERREAULT PARADOX

SUMMARY: Somehow Gabe Perreault turns a casual conversation into a two-hour spiral of laughter, flirting, and dangerously soft smiles. Sophia’s night was supposed to be forgettable. Gabe makes sure it isn’t.

a/n: Once again, hi! Having so much ready for this AU in my Google Docs is actually driving me insane. I want to post everything all at once. All the thoughts, headcannons, and chapters. But, it's fine, I'll survive. Very anxiously, but I'll survive. This has more dialogue, which I'm not great at— but I'm trying! I'm a STEM girl, give me some time and it'll be less formal eventually (I hope. Fingers crossed). Sorry for the long notes, I'm a D1 yapper. If you read this so far, thanks! I hope you like it! Likes, reblogs and asks are always welcomed!

In statistics, an outlier is a data point that strays too far from the rest — easy to dismiss, impossible to ignore.

Sophia was great at ignoring things. Unnecessary emotions, distractions, people who didn’t use their turn signals. She had a system. A way of organizing her life into little folders she could close when needed. But, apparently there wasn’t a folder labeled “hot BC hockey guy with questionable fashion choices and a stupid smile.”

Because Gabe Perreault — with his backwards hat, his dumb charming energy, and his stupid perfect smile — refused to stay in the mental box where she put people like him. The kind she didn't take seriously. The kind she rolled her eyes at in dining halls and avoided at parties.

Except she wasn’t avoiding him. She was, in fact, sitting next to him at a sticky bar table with one leg bouncing under the surface and a vodka soda she’d barely touched.

“Harvard?” he asked, like he already knew the answer.

She nodded, cautious. “How’d you guess?”

“You look like a Harvard girl.”

She tilted her head, narrowing her eyes. “Is that supposed to be an insult?”

“Nope,” he said, smiling. “Just explains why you looked at the beer list like it offended you personally.”

She almost smiled. Almost. “That’s because it did.”

He laughed — warm, loud, too easy for someone she’d just met. Like she’d said the funniest thing he’d heard all night.

“And you?” she asked, “BC?”

“Yepppp,” he said, popping the p like it was charming. (Spoiler alert: It was) “Don’t hold it against me.”

She raised a brow. “Give me a reason not to.”

That grin again — full of confidence and zero shame. “I’ve been told by a few my company’s a solid B-plus.”

And then he smiled again and it was like her brain hit save.

He introduced himself like it was nothing — like they weren’t total strangers in a bar that smelled like spilled beer and teenage regret. Like he did this kind of thing all the time. Maybe he did. But when he looked at her, it didn’t feel like a bit. It felt personal. Focused. Real.

And okay — maybe she didn’t want to like how he asked questions or actually listened when she talked. But there she was, letting him talk to her, joke, make her laugh. Out loud. In public. Like a lunatic.

What was this boy doing to her?

They talked. And talked. Until time stopped behaving like time. Until the bar felt like its own weird little snow globe. He kept smiling at her, and she kept not looking away. Not just because of the smile — but the way it was aimed at her, like she was funny. Like he got her. Like he’d already decided he liked her and was just waiting for her to catch up.

What felt like five minutes turned into an hour. Then two. Somehow, between watered-down drinks and his shameless flirting, they talked the whole night. And the way he looked at her — like he was tuning out the whole bar just to hear her finish a sentence — made something skip in her chest she definitely didn’t have time for. And every time she thought the moment might be over — that the spell might break — he’d say something else, some stupid little thing that made her forget what she was supposed to be doing with her life. Like making the Dean’s List. But any time he’d laughed and looked at her, with the kind of laugh that felt like sunlight breaking through February, she couldn’t think of anything else.

And just when she almost forgot that the world outside this strange, sticky bar still existed, Naomi reappeared in quick steps, with relief washing over her face, like she had been looking for Sophia, like she was worried.

“There you are,” she said, grabbing Sophia by the wrist. “It’s almost two. And I swear someone just tried to sleep with me by offering me some dodgy cryptocoin or something.”

Gabe stood too, hands in his pockets, watching her with that lazy, lopsided grin.

“Hey, Harvard,” he said. “Don’t be a stranger.”

Sophia didn’t promise anything.

But she also didn’t look away until Naomi dragged her out the door.

#gabe perreault #bc hockey #boston college hockey #the perreault paradox #nhl x oc #nhl x reader #gabe perreault x oc #gabe perreault x reader

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theferalgremlinmfb · 6 months ago

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𝓡𝓪𝓭𝓲𝓸𝓪𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓿𝓮 ♡ 𝓣𝓸𝓾𝓬𝓱

Pairings here: Cooper Howard • The Ghoul x Original Character(with a twist)

Summary: Cooper Howard was divorced, but soon got close to a co-star, the chemistry was there, the stars were high above. Let’s not forget his ex-wife to what she has suggested, not only he lost his daughter with no way of finding her, but losing his now and then before the bombs drop wife. Now he’s hired to find someone, the price is heavy amount, but what happens when he finds out who it is and not being able to do anything about it… or can he?

Word count: 1.9K

Warning(s): Minors, please don’t interact and fuck off, this is adults only, thanks you. The writer having an inexperience writing bc it’s been a while, yall signed up for this, remember that. ANYWAYS… Slow burn, implied torture, implied past fucking, future fucking, face fucking, anal fucking, normal creampies, radiated creampies, drug use, oral receiving and giving, and overall just pure filth. (Each chapter will have more descriptive warnings though!)

Notes by yours truly: If you wish to let me know of any errors, send a dm or something, I’d like to keep opinions from anyone open, as long as you’re nice. I give energy that’s given and I don’t fuck around, don’t sugar coat or anything, practice makes perfect and I wanna keep that flow going! Thank you. Happy reading, friends!

The Prologue:

Living in the vault was easier, much easier, the food was always fresh, never having to eat scraps to the dirt, licking everything till there was nothing left. The saliva that dripped off the tongue would linger wet onto the grainy floor till the sun would burn it dry. Getting a plate of Mac and cheese made by Blamco, the storage was full of any sort of food, with the side of Salisbury steak and pork n beans. But that wasn’t the case on the surface now. Tip was her name, living in a vault wasn’t her choice, the memories were a blur, but the voices were much presentable and known. Her name was simple and unnoticeable, but needed when bounty hunters would come looking for intel for whom they were looking for and to where to find them. The small amount of caps that she would get was always spent on food, never on anything else. The day she escaped the vault, it was a blessing from the dry boiling sky above, even if it was a surface hell, where she was at was far more worse.

Upon awakening from the cryogenic pod, the first fresh gasp of air, burning her lungs from the crisp sensation of the cool air around her, managing to get out, falling in the process, unsure if she was in that damn thing for days, maybe months - or worse… years. There was no telling how long she had been there, but the sight along from seeing, raiders is what some were called from the surface, hearing a while back that some heard of the vault she was imprisoned in, it was better than most, the food was the greatest, the water was most fresh and purified to the stomach and skin. When they let her out, they promised to reunite her with her lover, yet never saw him in any time that she was taken out, just to be put unconscious and back into the cryogenic pod. They never let her see what day it was, even the month was unknown, along with the year. Making it known that she would be fooled once again, because her feelings were always heightened, leaving her in such a state, her mental health was at its worst months ago. Fighting raiders wasn’t in her to do list, but she sure showed those fuckers that she was worse than any of them. From wearing the vault suit that was tight against her flesh to their shitty attempt of clothing, now she wore a worn out wedding dress that carried more blood stains from every son of a bitch that had crossed her so far. No one got near her, if so, they got to deal with her resting bitch face and dry responses or nothing at all.

“Doll, please lemme have some -” a poor idiot bastard tried to place his hand on her exposed knee that was wrapped by duct tape, attempt to expose a wound from a light stab, he had the tip of her double saw shotgun right in his lips, practically giving it a heavy smooch.

“Touch me the fuck again, and I will make sure you deep throat my fucking barrels,” she snapped, her tone cold as ice, cooling his nerve endings, “Now fuck off, you piece of lizard shit.”

The only time that a bounty hunter has talked to her, it was to find the whereabouts of a Skeeter Roman, a little pickpocket thief that roams in crowded pathways, easily sneaking a hand into a pocket and snatching a stash of caps. Tip tilted her head to the side, her light eyes spotting who was asked for, with no hesitation, pointing at the little radroach thief, taking an unconscious drunk idiot’s bit of caps from the pocket. Poor little bastard wasn’t warned or nothing, she watched the man walk up to that little person, grab from the neck and snap a quick snap. The man grabbed the body and slumped it over his back, walking towards her and handing her one hundred caps for the trouble.

Taking a full swig of her nuka cola quantum, all eyes on her, but no one dared to even pull a gun for such a thing she had done. It’s not the telling, it’s for the caps, fuck everyone else, it’s only you against the world of pure bullshit and hell.

It’s been about a few days, everything seemed too quiet for her liking, her little home was a worn out house that was probably fucked by the nukes that were launched, a very late warning, leaving a lot of people running to vaults, under the house shelters that were later discovered as bullshit. The people that bought the high price were saved, but later killed, for what? For being selfish assholes that pushed others to their deaths or more, they either became ash forms or whatever mutated shit that was created by the radiation. Pulling out the metallic bottle jug that she managed to find, it was still fully intact, but filling it with the fresh purified water was so good, the way it washed the dryness of the throat, the refreshness felt so filling, pulling it away was so painful and limited. Pulling a bag that was hidden away, unzipping it to push the top to the side, the inside carried a lot of old worn out clothes that weren't too tattered, most of it was dresses, casual pants and tops, and some garments. Whoever put this together, they were either going on a vacation or trying to see if they would survive the blast, sadly anyone that did, well… there’s the aftermath of it all.

Scavenging was something close to surviving, but sometimes luck was a clutch, anything would be, if the cards were played right. Sighing, anything over nothing was better to none, it made no sense to make sense, it’s how it was. Letting her body go limp for a moment, hours of looking, breaking through things for something, just a bit to show some sight of hope, but even that was impossible to find. The vault was easy living, the problem was that it was too easy for food, for clothes, and overall… peace. Living on the surface wasn’t like that, it was like rats fighting for the last little sugar bomb, only to be shredded in the process, then eaten into nothing. Leaning her head back, swallowing the annoyance of the thoughts of differences, even to have the what ifs was irritating to think of.

What if they didn’t drop the bombs?

What if it didn’t get to that point?

What if…

Her brows furrowing, eyes closed, the thoughts were overflowing her mind. There was so much to think about, wondering if she would exist with how she was before, getting a chance to see what it was like to live… normally? Was that even a thing? It wasn’t that she wasn’t alive, no. It was more of being born in luxury, becoming a star like her parents, getting to be a popular model for cereal brands and even some cooking shows, and movies. Just the memories flowing again, this time they were clearer than before, just her being a damsel in the arms of a cowboy that held a smile after saving her. The way he fought off the goons, freeing her from a silly pathetic little scheme, then the shared kiss. Her hand touching her lips, her eyes still closed, wondering where he could be and if he could be alive, maybe he fixed his -

“Well, now…”

Her eyes snapped open with a panic, her hand quick with the gun by the side that was never brought up from her surroundings, but she sure kept it in sight to her side if need be. Staring where the voice was coming from, gun at hand and aiming at the person - no, pointing at a pretty much fully and mentally attached ghoul. It was odd to face one that talked, even if there were a few, they kept to themselves till they succumbed into madness, but this one felt different. Oddly different. He was a pretty interesting sight, the outfit he wore was cowboy like, the accent that lingered was something familiar, unsure where to place it, her image wasn’t a sight to see for sure, but what was a cowboy dressed up ghoul pulling up to where she was, and why was he there?

“Can’t find your own damn fucking house to claim?” She asked, her tone was steady with her facial expression holding a stern look.

His eyebrows would’ve risen, if he had any, but yet he was hiding the shock under his impression, ain’t no one ever had the balls like her to do what she just did. Not like he gave them a chance, because he was quick with the trigger, but this individual was something fucking ballsy to even find, especially that he was hired to bring her back. The cap was more than what any bounty hunter has ever been hired to do such a thing, most would pay that way to kill the person and call it a day, but this one was different, and he was determined to why. There was something about her that felt… familiar? Why? He didn’t know her, or did he? The questions were there, it was something that he never had to deal with, if it was, that was so damn fucking long ago to remember now, he was no human now that he was then. The two stared at each other in silence for a moment, till his mind grinding the gears going back some, maybe far back, just the eyes from her gaze and then it fucking clicked.

It was someone from his fucking past.

Fuck.

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elainsgirl · 4 months ago

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hi!! just wanted to toss this out there bc i have nowhere else to put it & i love your responses. it’s so interesting to me to see the ship wars. bc when i first started reading these books, i was just casually reading. then i dove deeper & started seeing tiktoks, tumblr/reddit posts and i was genuinely CONFUSED. if we look at the text on the page and aren’t influenced by fanart and headcanons.. to ME (as a casual reader at first, not in the SJM/acotar community), it seemed obvious that elriel was endgame with their buildup thus far. as well as possibly lucien and vassa. gwynriel never even crossed my mind as anything legitimate. az’s bonus parallels cassians (with nesta & emerie). so like??? i’m sittin here like wdym gwynriel?? az is about to beg on his KNEES for a chance to taste elain. and you want to see him with another female after that? ….interesting is all i can say lol.

i’d also like to add, people wanting elucien to be endgame is wild to me bc “sweet lucy needs his HAE”… HUH? and you think that’s elain?? so i guess we’re not taking either of their actual feelings into account then? they are so incredibly uncomfortable around each other. he wants to see her to know if she’s “worth fighting for”. nah. to me, it seemed clear vassa is building up to be his happily ever after. elain and lucien mated by the cauldron, but true love and choice (elriel & vassa/lucien) is what it will come down to.

i think people let all of the fun and beautiful fanart and hc’s and all the craziness get in the way of actual canon/text on the page/foreshadowing/parallels with the other endgame couples. it’s actually interesting & should be studied extensively lmfao. anywhoooo can’t wait for elain’s book announcement hopefully coming SOON to end this madness 😂🙏🏼

Hello and Thank you 🫶

I followed the same path as you anon. I was a casual reader who kept on seeing acotar being recommended, so I gave in and got the box set for my birthday. I read the books, and honestly? Wasn’t into elriel but I knew they were endgame. It was just so damn obvious where Mass was going in acowar. Making us wonder why elriel weren’t made mates, introducing Vassa and tying Lucien to her plot (cursed queen, speall cleavers son), having so many significant moments between elriel and barely any between elucien. Then I read acosf and no Az x Gwyn scene stood out to me. Like, genuinely- none of their scenes were significant. How am I supposed to rememeber Az half-turning at Gwyns squel, when in the same book - he was following the sound of Elains laugher and later sharing a charged glance with her? Like I said before, I wasnt even that into elriel. So its not like I was choosing to ignore or purposely missing gwynriels’ interactions to stay firm on elriel being endgame. Gwyn and Az genuinely had nothing between them. Nothing that made their interactions stand out, important or memorable. I finished acosf, Gwyn long out of my mind and was just excited for Elains book. To me elriel was just confirmed and elucien destroyed when Mass made Elain lose her boldness around him something that doesn’t happen between endgame LIs.

I went onto tiktok and bam! Was introduced to the gwynriel cult. It was literally shoved down my throat with people claiming how elriel ended. Later found out, there was Azriels bonus chapter that had gwynriels tweaking. Two years later when I finally read the bonus, I was unsure of how its going to go. How was Mass going to end elriel when she left them off on a charged glance within acosf? How was Mass going to successfully set up Gwynriel when there is not a hint of the pairing in acosf? At no point do Cass/Nesta pair Gwyn and Az together

Regardless, I read the bonus. Anon, I cannot begin to explain how much of a disappointment it was. Gwynriels were celebrating the fact ONE shadow danced with gwyns exhaled BREATH??? Really? That was the big gwynriel moment, supposedly ending elriel? “Oh he felt calm and settled!” Yh bcs he was distracted. Gwyn had the same affect on Nesta. “Spark and glow!” Yet in the end, it meant nothing. Its not like Az shows mate behaviour towards Gwyn to back up them being mates.

Right!? How can you read Azriel literally wanting to devour Elain but then ship him with someone else? Thats like one of the biggest romance icks. Gwynriel is literally a terrible love story when you actually think about it.

Eluciens seemingly dont care about Elains or Luciens feelings, if they did - they wouldn’t pair their fave lulu with a woman he’s literally miserable around. Eluciens are being driven by fanon. They’re too busy chasing the potential of elucien rather then paying attention to how they’re canonically written. You have a woman whose literally making Lucien chuckle, who he had a spark in his eyes for, a woman thats the reason he’s making the lake his target, a woman he left his mate to search for - yet they still want to ship Lucien with Elain who he feels awkward and stale around? All bcs they’re “mates” ?

This, I agree a lot with your last point anon. Antis allow their own biased feelings/opinions, what they want to happen influence what they take from canon. Instead of following the foreshadowing Mass has laid out, they try to find whatever they can to justify their ships. Its not natural and you can tell bcs every single theory/opinion has been disputed by canon itself.

Im praying for a March announcement, all Mass literally has to do is announce elains book next- that way at least half of this shipwar will finally shut up.

#elriel #elain archeron #gwyn berdara #lucien vanserra #azriel shadowsinger #azriel acotar #azriel acosf

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justallihere · 9 months ago

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aNOTHER play by play of my thoughts <3

I kid you not the entire time I was reading this the audio of Klaus saying "MOMMY ISSUES" was playing in my head

Lilith really said, "I'm going to be useful when I come to my kids by brining riders AND insert myself into the military lol"

OMG OMG DEVERA AND FELIX!!!!!

I'm assuming their mother is a particularly touchy subject between Mira and Vi (i lowkey felt uncomfortable reading their conversation in a good way but I also wanted to diffuse the situation between the two 💀 LOL) Mira needs a goddamn award. The mental gymnastics of trying to love/defend her mom but also understanding Vi's own personal feelings and her position as queen is rough

Mira telling Vi she's the favorite (likely bc she's the baby bc let's be for real here lol) Vi thinking its Brennan makes my heart break for Mira because what about her???? (No slight against Vi or B but my heart aches for Mira too, as the eldest daughter). All of them need a goddamn hug

This line HIT , when did this become a therapy session LMAO

“It’s okay if it’s not enough, and it’s also okay if you let it be enough. If you try, too,” she added pointedly, “instead of being stubborn about it. She left the country she’s dedicated her entire life to because of you.”

Not Mira begrudgingly accepting Xaden and knowing that he's antsy as fuck w/o Vi

“Go home to your insufferable husband,” she said. “You probably stressed him out.”

The dragons finally fucked and X and Vi had to do something about it. The spicy scene was 10/10!!!! I have so much respect for ppl who write smut well bc I can't do it LOL but what i really appreciated was the attention to detail of X getting her conduit for her so that she doesn't burn down the kingdom 💀. My exact thoughts were "wait is her mom going to know their fucking bc of the lightening" but then I didn't even need to think about that bc you HAD IT COVERED LOL

Lilith is so complex and I love her for it. I bet the room was frigid when Brennan and Lilth spoke.

Naolin was mentioned and I am SOBBING. I hope RY expands on him but idk if it will make it to canon tbh

Glad this was sorted out bc I know this was a particular fan theory that was RAMPANT. I never particularly agreed w it

“Dead?” Lilith repeated. “The storm the day I crossed the parapet—” “I had nothing to do with that,” she interrupted.

I am terrified and excited for what is to come Alli 😭. Again another lovely chapter that I thoroughly enjoyed from start to finish

So many mommy issues. All the mommy issues.

One thing about Lilith is that she has a purpose, and that purpose is protecting her kids, and because she's emotionally distant she'll just do things for them instead of with them.

I'm obsessed with Felix. He's such a fun character, just so much personality even though we see next to nothing of him in canon. Same with Devera! They feel the same to me in a lot ways I think.

Lilith is a touchy subject among all the Sorrengail children for sure, but definitely with Mira and Vi because Mira has spent so long trying to keep the peace between the two of them. And (in this world) Mira has been there for Violet in a maternal role a bit, so she sees the choices Lilith makes differently than Vi does and relates to them more, where Violet just sees that it's not what she needs from her mom.

This became a therapy session...somewhere around chapter 10, probably.

Idk what it is but I just love a dragon lust-fueled sex moment. Hits different, you know?

I can't believe I wrote a positive thing about Brennan Sorrengail 🤮 never happening again. Naolin is still just so intriguing though, I also hope we get to hear more about him in canon (I don't want him to be venin, I want him to be dead, to be clear).

I never particularly bought into the "Lilith tried to kill Violet on the parapet" thing either, especially once we learned about the deal she'd made with Xaden. She just loves Violet so much.

I, too, am excited and terrified for what's to come! Mostly excited!

#storm in the quiet

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alliept2 · 1 month ago

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Chapter 3

Continued of Nerd armin x reader college AU (COLLLEEEGGEEE AUUUUUUU NB IN THIS IS NOT A MINOR TYVM) Who I refer to as Cassie but it’s you. I gave this bitch as little bg as possible for that reason. Going to try to make this one much longer. Plus I lied they will smash next chapter (coming tonight 80% sure.) I promise and I promise you it will be the smashiest smash to ever smash. It will be worth all this exposition I promise you I just had to get some plot. Anyways Forgive any mischaracterizations I lwk dgaf. Shout out to @ivory-shifts for giving me a reason to post ts. If you see any typos no you don’t. I don’t do any proof reading bc I’m evil. Now I’m being quiet! Enjoy!

She awoke due to the subtle rustling of her roommate in their shared cabinets. In spite of Allies’ caution, obviously trying not to disturb her, Cassie stirred discontentedly with a groan. She reluctantly sat up, rubbing the dust from her eyes. Allie shot her an apologetic look as she scurried out of the door-Cassie could only assume she was late for something, as always. Speaking of it wouldn’t be a bad idea to check the time.

As her mind slowly caught up to her body she began to register the discomfort associated with wearing the same clothing for over twenty four hours. The way the denim clung to her skin felt downright oppressive, how had she even fallen asleep in these? Or in this room. Clothes and shoes were thrown all over haphazardly. Whatever, that was future Cassie’s problem. Current Cassie was more concerned with getting clean. The grime in her mouth making her want to rush to the bathroom asap. But first she needed her phone to course. She tossed her sheets around until she shook her phone out on the floor. The impact pressed the power button so she didn’t have to, her Home Screen declared the time to be 9:55am. Which meant nothing to her immediately. She had no classes today and no plans besides taking a shower as soon as possible. Cassie scooped up her phone from the floor, stretched her arms above her head, then made her way to the communal showers.

Only after she rid herself of her filthy attire and lathered up in the shower only did she recall the promise she’d made that nerd from the party the evening prior. Well shit. He was probably waiting downstairs right now feeling like an idiot. Mentally she scolded herself for not setting alarm. Then again for not thinking to ask for his number. Well it was either go downstairs looking a mess or make him hate her forever for standing him up. Hard choice but ultimately she threw on a no one will see me outfit, put on deodorant, moisturized, and grabbed her keys all in the span of five minutes. Cassie fumbled her phone out of her pocket,10:12am.

She kept her fingers crossed that he was still there the entire time she scaled the triple set of stairs to the ground floor (she figured it’d be quicker than the elevator.) Once she finally reached the ground floor, sweaty (what a waste of a shower) and out of breath. Cassie was elevated to see that he was still there. However she put her finger up to signal a pause as she doubled over to catch her breath. It was embarrassing but the understanding smile he gave her made the shame less daunting. As soon as she stood up and looked at him head on, suddenly her being winded was the least embarrassing thing taking place. She had to suppress a laugh.

In his defense, the face card made his outfit more acceptable. Still Cassie hesitated to be seen with him while he was wearing that. Being a yellow undershirt (already a horrible start; it’s summer, what are you layering for?) with a black and white I paused my game to be here Tee on top. The baggy pants were acceptable on their own but to add insult to injury he had the audacity to not even match his shoes with anything. In fact the neon green foam runners may have been the worst part.

He must have been able to pick up on her disapproval in her expression somehow, and pleaded. “Come on, you’re not fucking with the fit?” With the awkward improper candence of someone who’d only ever seen those words on paper. The infection and rhythm was just slightly off.

Cassie wasn’t going to lie to the man, no matter how cute as he was. “Absolutely not.” She descended from the front porch and stood in front of him. Now making a show of giving him an inspection. “Do you not have roommates or something?”

“No, um he transferred last semester.” He answered somewhat seriously like he couldn’t tell he was joking. The missed social cue prompted a slight pause as they both tried to figure out where to go from here.

“So,” Cassie broke the silence while fiddling with her keys in her pocket. “You were going to show me the park?”

“Yeah, follow me.”

They walked a little farther. He kept playing with the cuff is his sleeve, fingers wrapping and unwrapping it like a nervous tic. It was obvious he had something on his mind. So it didn’t surprise her much when he spoke.

“I haven’t done this in a while.” He confessed.

Cassie smiled at his endearingly shy demeanor. “Gone to the park?” She asked playfully, knowing that wasn’t what he meant but wanting to coax more detail out.

“No, like met up with someone on purpose. Without an academic reason- I mean.”

“Why’s that?”

“I just feel like it’s hard to ask people. Or hard to follow through with plans.” He shoved his hands in his pockets with a small shrug. “I don’t have a lot in common with other people on campus. Other guys want to talk about football or I don’t know…girls? Not too many people listen when I start talking about academics, they wanna leave that shit in class, you know?”

Cassie listened intently, nodding along. “What academics are you trying to talk about? Or I guess I should just ask what your major is.”

“Biochemistry, minor in physics.”

“Right, right.”

“Oh, what about you?”

“Chemical engineering, so kinda similar actually.”

His face lit up like a kid on Christmas. Immediately he started chatting away about theories and formulas that he just found so fascinating. She learned was so deeply enamored with knowing how things work, specifically atoms. He marveled in great detail about how fascinating he found the fact that everything is made of atoms. Making the time fly by until they were at the small abandoned park.

A cracked asphalt path begrudgingly snaked through the tall overgrown weed riddled grass that threatened to claim all the facilities. The paint on the old slide was almost completely eroded away. Leaving the bare metal vulnerable to scrapes and scratches. Of course the jungle gym, seesaw, and swings weren’t much to speak of either. In fact it was clear at least one of the swings were missing, leaving only chains in their wake. Though there were conveniently two rusted seats swinging idly in the wind. Inviting the pair to sit. Despite the humble surroundings the place didn’t feel dangerous or isolated. It was clear to her even now that someone loved this place once, maybe that someone was Armin. Indeed as the stopped near the edge of their destination he stared at the scene fondly like he was trying to manifest or reanimate the memories of this places former glory.

Charmed by his ravings about the atom, she snapped him out of the trance by taking his hand. He stared down at it like she’d just tagged him in a game of hot potato but before he could do something less than charming she dragged him to the swing set with her. He took the hint and sat down next to her, letting his feet dangle and kick up wood chips.

#armin x reader #armin arlert #fanfic

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adventures-in-re · 1 year ago

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ok i am actually going to rerun the poll i had on this post bc i think the timeframe was way too short and im still curious.

this time i'm going to include code screenshots of the differences in dialogue (under the cut to avoid clogging dashes, and in case anyone would rather avoid spoiling it) please refer to that if u need to clarify which one u got.

and as i mentioned last time, remember to choose either the one that aligns with your first playthrough, or the one that aligns with what you got after the last time you reset felix's route (via the "Reset Felix's Route" button) because for choices that have effects across multiple chapters, the game only remembers the choices you made the first time or after a reset!

and code screenshots of the dialogue differences under the cut for reference:

DISCLAIMER: these are not actual screenshots of the direct code—the reason for this is because the method i use to access the code does not lend itself to screenshots (or easy readability for that matter.) These screenshots are essentially code translations I've written to make them readable. However all dialogue is copy and pasted verbatim.

(also i should issue a correction on the previous post because I got my wires crossed originally: if the player saves the spirit and is on track for reversed, MC does still offer to heal Felix, but doesn't insist on it like they do in the upright version of events. I've edited the original post to reflect this but it might still have the error in some reblogs)

Lead-in dialogue, for reference's sake:

Chapter 6 dialogue if the player studied the spirit in chapter 3:

From there, if the player is on course for upright:

...Or if they're on course for reversed:

Chapter 6 dialogue if the player made the spirit talk in chapter 3:

#last legacy #felix iskandar escellun #felix escellun #last legacy felix #felix last legacy

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waterparksdrama · 2 years ago

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ok track by track review of Intellectual Property. GO!

as you wish anon. be warned this is literally like one of maybe 4 times i've listened to this album in full again

st*rfucker - a bit too saccharine on first listen but it has better replay value as time goes on. the beginning of the shoehorned jesus lyrics and the continuation of limo imagery to represent fame which is actually fitting admittedly bc just like a limo that is supposed to represent glamour and celebrity living, they are just as widespread and accessible as him and aren't really that glamorous at all. also this is me saying again wow he complains a lot about fame for someone who isn't really that famous. i still hate the cutoff at the end bc. cmon man. 7/10

real super dark - ok i did like the gilbert gottfried inspired melody i think that's fun actually. the song lyrics? uhhhhhh. just more complaining. if you have listened to any of the albums since fandom you are not missing much there other than the otto serial killer jokes he has inserted here? which is a choice i guess. instrumental is great tho. i feel incredibly stupid listening to a lot of the other parts of the song tho. 7/10

funeral grey - god i can't bear listening to this one on my own i'm sorry. live it's fine, but the studio recording i would rather kill myself than listen to again. IT'S SO ANNOYING. the terrible overenunciated vocals. awsten's attempt at humor by writing these wattpad fic lyrics that make me cringe to my core because i know there's a part of him being genuine. the one direction ripoff hook because he managed to get one of 1d's actual songwriters to help write the track. the only saving grace is the ending but at that point it's too late for any redemption. 2/10

brainwashed - ironically this was written with the 1d guy again and. i'm actually fine with this one LOL. it's simple and lowkey so it's considerably less annoying than funeral grey. considering awsten said the lyrics on this album were hypersexual, but it's 2023 so this is fairly tame, it just makes me wonder how much he has repressed in his psyche. 6/10

2 best friends - ok now we're back to simple annoying. if you tune out the lyrics enough, it sounds like disney channel filler music. but it's actually about ~~sExxxx~~ hahahahaha everything about this album so far is like reading fanfics clearly written by middle schoolers. awsten's sad about his situationship so he goes out with his 2 best friends to forget but it doesn't work :( but he could just fuck his friends bc it wouldn't hurt to try at this point. hey what if this was what the song was actually about that because in travis' insane songfic he made jawn and awsten hook up during this chapter #neverforget #riptravisficeventhoughmebitchingontumblrmadehimkillit 4/10

end of the water (feel) - hearing awsten try to hit those high notes reminded me of people saying brendon straining on his high notes on the last panic tour was like hearing a dog that needed to be shot out back for its own good. this is very obviously a charlie puth ripoff to the t because not only does he hit high notes that no man should ever reach, but i'm pretty sure the verse instrumentals rip off "light switch" by charlie. anyways more of "ughhhhh i'm not getting a text backkkkkk" that makes me want to throw awsten's phone into the pacific. i still don't know why kurtis conner is here and how this is supposed to relate to any of this at all. also actually now that i'm crossing checking the genius pages for these, the descriptions for these songs make them sound much better than they actually are lol. 3/10

self-sabotage - this one is mid on it's own but funny because i remember the amount of twitter discourse this song has spawned. "awsten's being toxic and misogynistic" did we not listen to some of the songs off fandom "awsten has bpd" what if he just sucks sometimes. the memories of this are more memorable than the song itself. 5/10

ritual - remember when i found out the soundbyte at the beginning was from an aids psa. good times. fine song other than the shoehorned soundbyte. the entire song is just a repetition of the verses and chorus like a ~~ritual~~ spooky! i like the flair vincente void adds with his screams i feel like this feature makes more sense because it's a song about protecting yourself from the doctrines of religion that harmed you when you were growing up and apparently vincente has known awsten since he was 13???? only thing i hate is the corpse ripoff ending so much so that i have a personal version where i edited that out. 8/10

fuck about it - BORINGGGGGG OH MY GODD. if you've heard one blackbear feature, congrats you've heard them all because they all sound the same and blackbear adds no energy whatsoever. he made a bayside instrumental sound boring you really can't underestimate him. anyways back to the song itself; the situationship has dissolved into pure sex and disinterest and annoyance outside of that and with the way awsten sounds like he plans having hate sex, i don't think he's ever had hate sex before. there's the ending synth i think is fun and that's the only reason this gets a point at all. 1/10

closer - it's a sweet song but um. haven't we heard this in a way before? *cough cough 21 questions* i think this is the closest (lol) parx comes to at a return to pre-fandom form, but when i listen to the chords too much i'm just like "did he lowkey rip off that one smashing pumpkins song". anyways it's just about needing to be closer to someone or ending the relationship completely. simple but effective but not nearly as effective as 21 questions for me sorry. 7/10

a night out on earth - ok i had physical tickets to the last tour bc i won them on idobi so i was like "THIS SONG BETTER BE AT LEAST DECENT BC I STILL HANG UP THE TICKET WITH THIS NAME" and it was at the least. it's like. a good waterparks song, but i feel like i've heard it already? my mind goes back to see you in the future but for these i can't tell who's ripping off who more lol. yeah i feel like other than some interesting production here and there it's a rehash of shit we already heard before. shoehorned religious lyric. fake ass band guys. "i turn my agony into songs and people only like when i'm hurt". "i've been dead since 2016" (part two). "i'm evil now. idgaf. wat ever."

and then i think the part that makes me go awwww but also confuses me is the im a natural blue radio interview snippet? like why does this all tie in together now. geoff's not even here bro how is this the only release where otto's the only one namedropped when awsten hasn't even named dropped him until last album. 80% the album is about some random relationship how is this supposed to tie into all of these.

idk i feel like i've just had this on my mind when when of my mutuals made their own analysis on awsten's mindsets towards life and said how he uses fear as motivation but his perfectionism keeps him from using failure as an editor and how this song was the peak example of this; the rehash of the same ideas over and over because despite his stubbornness, despite "ultimately -not- giving in to the perception that you’re worth ‘Demonizing'", he never confronts the problem for real, just compartmentalizes the problem away and doesn't truly overcome the root of his problems. that's what i feel like manifests in this album for me to be put off by it at its core. nothing ever changes, he just finds a new situation to complain at. maybe that's also why his fans never change even as new ones come though. maybe that's why we also stay stagnant in this with him.

again i get it, he's a public figure; if he did dive too deep into this and didn't choose to generalize the lyrics for his own sake, he would probably end up incriminating himself way too much and have a hard time performing some of these songs. but i can't help but wonder. if he's truly getting over a mental obstacle like that, or keeps himself so set on the future that he ignores the problems he never solved. like he always does. like he always seems to be doomed to. anyways, 7/10 song.

all in all, it's an album that tries to reach a concept of coming to terms with your sexuality and religious trauma all entwined in fame but in reality it's mostly just about a sucky situationship and awsten complaining again while putting in random religious references sometimes and the beginning and ending are about fame. my hot takes are: tennis imagery = gay sex, there's not enough of a distinction between "soulsucker" and awsten to make "album lore" when the overarching concept of parx's discography is "awsten's life sucks", and darth vader is luke's father. - iz

#i hope you liked this one anon and i hope it explains or relates to any other longtime fan's thoughts on the album #track by track

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obsolete-stars-if · 2 years ago

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13th Sept 2023 Progress Update

I hear you all. Your pleas are reaching me. Your cries are entering my ears. When I close my eyes at night, I can see you crying, Yes I am in your walls, no I'm not gonna pay rent. Unsurprisingly, uhm… I'm not done with the update yet. So I thought a progress update was my best shot before you all hunt me down. (Yes, I'm being overdramatic. No, nobody asked for a progress update.)

Stuff I've done:

6 out of the 10 branches are fully done.

Not including the end scene, where you all return to the same place so I can end the demo.

But that'll be quick

90% of the code is finished, aka all the base code is done, and only choices/options still need to be implemented (which will be done while writing)

I would say I'm about 70 - 75% done?

I also switched to a new app to code and write in, and it's been motivating me more

Stuff that needs doing:

Obviously the 4,5 scenes

Grammar and spell check

There is a lot of code in this chapter and I will manually playtest some of it since it wouldn't show up in quick tests as errors, but logically they are errors.

Set up more code and pray to the indentation gods to have mercy on my soul

How long do I think this will take to finish? If I don't get hit with a sudden energy boost and finish it tonight? (highly unlikely) Not this week. I won't be home during the weekend, so maybe next week? Or the week after. Somewhere around the end of September. Do not hold me accountable tho. Maybe I'll finish it tomorrow. I don't have control over me, my body finishes the update whenever it wants to.

Nerd stats: The current update is about 700 lines, 2.5k and added about 10 minutes of reading time.

Rambling under the cut

Realistically, when you play the update it's not going to seem like a lot because it will only be practically 4 branches you play, but depending on the order you chose to do these things, you can get up to 3 different scenes, and very likely will miss certain scenes that require you to do stuff in a certain order. I really hope this adds a ton of replayability to the update, it's been kicking my goddamn ass.

There are no consequences for missing scenes, dw. I just refused to only settle for one set possible scene per branch, like in Chapter 2, Don't get me wrong Chapter 2 is fine, but it's not what I wanted for this update. I wanted to include more dynamic movement of the characters, and I think I've done an okay job at it so far. I am not sure if this will be something I will do more often, esp it slows me down a lot, but now that I've almost finished it, there isn't as much dread about it as before. I genuinely laid in bed and didn't want to open my laptop and continue, BCS I was dreading the code and all the extra writing. I've done a good job at cutting a lot of the extra writing down with smart tempvars, ifs and gotos, it did add a bunch of code, but I think it has saved me a lot of headaches. Maybe once I get quicker at coding, this will be something I'll do more often.

I bit off a lot with the update and how I wanted it to work, and it has been a big challenge for me so far. I love the general option to go off and just explore, that's why I included it in the last two chapters. Having the replayability of all those different branches and scenes is something that I want to keep doing and adding to the game. But I am unsure of how much I can add before I feel like I am updating too slowly and start rushing the scenes, or not adding enough and making it feel too restricted in my opinion. But that will be something I will figure out over time.

I hope that when I finish the update, you will enjoy all the new content, find the different branches and scenes, and see how they play out for your MC. I'm a bit scared that it might not be as fun to play as I hoped, but that's a bridge I'll cross when I get there.

So…. yeah.

#obsolete stars if #obsolete stars #choice #choice game #if game #if #progress update #interactive fiction

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griffinsboyfriend · 2 years ago

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THEORIES FOR CHAPTER 20? JUST CAUGHT UP AND GOING INSANE

Giiiirl. I have a few crack theories but I think they’ve managed to write a good mystery here. Anything could happen, and given how wild the smut has been, and how wild the story itself has been, I’m willing to bet the final chapter will blow our asses wide open.

It’s 10 minutes long too according to the description, so we should be getting a lot. I feel like they’ve managed to stuff a lot in the short chapters throughout, it’s well paced so I think the ending should be satisfying. Btw, I’d love to hear yours and everyone else’s theories!!! But here are my crack theories:

1. Charles/Charlotte is the murderer and has been leading us on a goose chase this whole time to put our sights off of them. He’s a stalker who obsessed about MC when his aunt was alive. She was genuinely kind to Charles, inviting him over or asking for his aid with the house, it would make sense that he’d see MC in photos and developed stalkerish feelings toward him. I feel like they’ve done so many coincidences with him that it’s too convenient when the writers are trying to tell us he’s innocent. He just happened to have a TRASH BAG full of foxgloves? Sure, Jan.

Additionally, in the van, if you choose one of the dialogue options with Charles (forgot exactly what it is), he tenses up… almost becoming a different person before he resurfaces and remembers where he is. He’s had a handful of those type of interactions depending on the choices you make. Could be PTSD, but idk. It smells manipulative to me, and MC has fallen hard for his savior. Moreover, the van being unlocked? Really now? 🤨 well that was easy, wasn’t it…

That cologne too, it could be one of Charles’s cologne and he planted it in the van to frame Vince. I always thought that MC was being drugged whenever they went into their fantasies early on, but MC is quite horny so I believe its likely just THEM being them lol.

I think Charles accidentally murdered his wife by overdosing her, and his grief is unprocessed or not properly dealt with. But bc of this, his mental is likely not sane. He pushed away the grief bc he thought he needed to be there for his daughter, who pushed him away bc she hasn’t been able to properly grieve either and that’s just how kids can be.

1.5 crack theory: Yvette burned down the house bc she was worried MC would leave her father and her new co-parent, who she likely looks up to. I mean who wouldn’t, this MC is one of the greats certainly. Yvette wanting to become involved in the investigation late in the game feels pointed.

Ultimately, the dirty little secret could be our lover is the murderer and we can choose to stand by him and keep it, or not. But since this book is a stand alone, I’m doubting this I actually going to happen bc I think we’d need at least 2 more chapters to connect the dots.

2. Vince and Sadie are working together and are the killers. Vince is super dumb so he’d go along with anything Sadie said, even if she didn’t intend for real murder. I think there’s evidence in ch19 to suggest he’s dumb enough to cross the line. THEN AGAIN. The evidence only stacked up in the last chapter so I feel like… this is a red herring perhaps.

I truly don’t believe that Sadie wanted us to die or be burned alive. She’s evil but idk if she’s proven to be that evil. She’s conniving and manipulative, but I haven’t seen evidence suggesting she’d go that far. Then again she did try to hide her real identity, going so far as to get surgery. Post having sex with the mayor, she seemed obedient to him. So perhaps…

3. The Mayor is the murderer. He loved MC’s aunt but she never returned the feelings. He let his rich white man ego and pride get the better of him, he has the resources and money to make it happen without a second thought against him. I feel there’s less buildup for this though…

4. Charles and Sadie are working together to take down MC. This would be the real insane reason, and honestly I feel like I’d live if they did this! I’d have to hand it to PB if they went this route bc I feel it could be successful. They def led their audience on a wild ride, why not push them over the edge type of tease lol. There’s not enough evidence yet to suggest they’re working together but I mean this book has been fucking insane sooo…

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I think whoever captured Yvette will force Charles to show his true colors. I can’t wait for the drama to unfold!!!

Also going into that van was the last straw. I KNEW the jig was up then. Whoever the killer is KNEW MC (and maybe Charles, if he’s not the killer) would be this stupid. It’s classic horror/thriller movie scenes.

I’m willing to bet someone is going to shut that van door and force MC/Charles to watch whatever is about to unfold. God I hope they obliterate us, man!!!!

#griffinsbf ask #I don’t claim to be good at solving mysteries #I’m just going off what I feel and what’s been shown to us #but I truly believe expect anything coming up #I don’t think we can trust ANYONE in the street #as the latter chapters have proven to us #I EDITED PARTS OF THIS

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