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peterparkersnose · 2 years

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Be My Mistake

pairing: Joel Miller x fem!reader

word count: 1.5k

warnings: sadness, relationship memories, fluff, alcohol consumption, horrible dad jokes, mention of FEET, tiny make out neck sucking in public,

a/n be fed children. enjoy. bonus at the end 😉

listen to ‘Be My Mistake’ by The 1975 bc that is what I based this fic on, hence the lyrics

summary Joel regrets his breakup with Y/N and re lives some memories

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read time: 5 mins 40 seconds

His heart beat fast in his chest. He sat propped up against his bedroom door, one leg extended in front of him the other one arched.

He missed you more than ever. Life was so dull without you. He yearned for you, craved you. Just one moment of bliss he prayed for. All he had left was the memories.

The thought of you plagued his mind. The argument you two had was plain out stupid. He struggled to remember what it was really even about. Had he just made the biggest mistake?

She bought me those jeans; The ones you like.

“I like the dark wash ones better, personally.” you said, hands on your hips with your head tilted.

Joel held up the two pairs they had found in a storage container. One for him, one for Tommy.

“I dunno, you think the lightwash will be better for the summer?” he asked mockingly, making a joke.

“Most definitely,” you chuckled back, taking the dark wash pair from him. “Dark wash then?” he asked. You nodded your head. “I like that color better on you anyways. Brings out your eyes,”

You folded the pair of Joel’s new jeans and stuck them in your backpack.

The pair he was wearing now.

He took his finger and thumb and moved a bit of the fabric in between his fingers.

I don’t want to hug; I just want to sleep. The smell of your hair; reminds me of her feet.

The cold January night hummed past your creaky old window. Joel begged for sleep, but the wind was keeping him awake.

“You want me to hold you?” you asked, your cold breathe falling on his face. “No,” he said stubbornly.

The two of you lay close in the many blankets you had wrapped around yourselves.

The windows chattered from the wind, making you jump a little.

“It’s only the wind darlin’,” he assured you.

The smell of your freshly washed hair filled his senses. Strawberry, from your new shampoo you picked up from the resource station.

The soothing scent of you and the warmness of the blankets set Joel into a daze. Sleep was there, he could see it.

He was awoken as you moved your cold feet under the blanket and onto his bare leg.

“Jesus Y/N!” he croaked, flinching back. “Get some goddamn socks,”

You smiled to yourself, letting a breathe of air out of your nose. “If you have such a problem with it, you go get me some.”

Joel suddenly grabbed your waist, pulling you closer to him. You let out a tiny yelp from the surprising move.

“Don’t put your nasty ass feet on me again. Good night, my love.”

He kissed the top of your head and closed his eyes.

Just wait till I give you a sign; ‘Cause I get lonesome sometimes.

At the beginning of your relationship you kept it on the low. Very low in fact, Maria’s nosy self found out when she suspected you two were switching patrol partners a little too often to be with each other.

So during that stage, you two had a signal.

If he needed you, or you needed him just to talk or be with each other, you would rub the side of your nose.

The room was filled with board members of Jackson. Joel had been sitting in the boring meeting about infrastructure and electricity for hours.

Another member had requested coffee, and coincidentally you were the one who brought it up to them.

Joel was relieved to see your smiling face after the hours spent in that dull room. He made eye contact with you and rubbed the side of his nose.

You sat down the coffee tray and returned the gesture.

You left and turned the corner, waiting for him. Joel excused himself to the bathroom, putting the meeting on hold.

His head crept around the corner and found you leaning up against the wall playing with the bottom end of your braid.

“God, I missed you.” he whispered, grabbing your waist. You kissed him, his dry lips moving softly against yours.

“Boring meeting?” you asked, draping your arms around his shoulders. “Boring isn’t a strong enough word to describe that meeting.” he smiled, brushing a strand of hair from your face.

“Well, I’m glad it’s almost over. You coming over tonight?” you asked him, staring into his dark eyes.

“When am I not,” he sighed, pressing his lips against your neck. You took in a sharp breathe as his lips attached themselves to you, sucking your soft skin. Your hand moved through his coarse hair.

“J-Joel it’s gonna leave a mark,” you stuttered, trying to convince yourself you weren’t enjoying this.

“Hmm. Maybe that’s a good thing,” he smirked, giving you one more small kiss on the lips.

“I’m finishing that tonight!” he said, walking back down the hallway.

Save all the jokes you’re going to make; While I see how much drink I can take

“There’s no way I’m even taking a sip.” you bragged, crossing your arms as Joel poured the bottle of Gin into two glasses.

“We’ll see about that,” he said, cracking his neck on both sides and cracking his fingers out in front of him.

“Alright. Shoot your best shot, Miller.”

“Why do bees have sticky hair?” he asked, pushing your glass closer to you.

“I dunno,”

“Because they use a honeycomb.”

Your face stayed plastered emotionless.

“Oh, come on.” he whined, taking a fast sip of his drink.

“Okay, okay. My turn.” you said, trying to think of your best dad joke.

“What kind of music do chiropractors like?”

“Beats me,”

“Hip pop,”

Joel’s stone face quivered a bit, his lip moving into a slight smirk.

“Ha!” you yelled, calling out his broken poker face. “What? What?” he asked, admitting his defeat. “I didn’t do anything,” he complained, picking up the cup and taking a sip.

“Okay. My turn.” he said, eyes pointing like daggers into yours.

“Why do nurses like red crayons?”

“I dunno Joel, tell me.”

“Sometimes they have to draw blood.”

Your top lip folded on to your bottom one.

“That was bad.” you sighed, holding your breathe and taking a sip.

“Final one, final one.” he insisted.

“A horse walks into a bar,”

“Oh this better be good,” you scoffed.

“The bartender greets him and says ‘Hey’. The horse says ‘yes please’.”

Your smile returns to your face along with your blush.

“That wouldn’t have been funny if we weren’t just in the stables,” you sighed, admitting your defeat.

Another sip.

I shouldn’t have called; ‘Cause we shouldn’t speak.

Joel hovered over his landline, heart re broken by the memories he just re lived in his head.

They were so vivid, a little too vivid for him. The long day out working and the feeling of agony he’s felt over the past week has been eating him alive. He couldn’t believe it’s been a week since he’s spoken to you, since he’s touched you. How could he have gone that long?

He had your number memorized. All those secret late night calls he could never forget. His heart raced like a teenage girl as he dialed those numbers.

“Hello?” you said perkily, answering the phone. Your meer tone set him off, panicking. Why didn’t he think of something to say? Why did you sound so happy? We’re you not hurting like he was? This is so stupid.

“Hello?” you asked again. Joel cleared his throat.

“Hey,” he sighed.

He heard the shortness of your breathe caught through the phone. “Oh,” you sighed. “Maybe we shouldn’t speak,” you asked, your tone so much more saddened than it was. You were also in mourning of the beautiful relationship you two once had.

‘I shouldn’t have called’ Joel thought to himself.

Fuck it.

He sighed. Joel needed to get out what he had been wanting to say.

“I-I’ve been thinking,” Joel said. “About you know…”

“Us?” you asked, finishing his sentence. “Yeah,”

“Maybe this was… maybe this was a mistake Y/N. I-I don’t think I can handle this for much longer. I can’t have you be my mistake.”

“Really?” you asked, hope reigniting in your voice. “What did we even fight about anyways?” you asked him. “Honestly, I can’t even remember.” he laughed.

You two paused for a moment, enjoying just the closeness through the phone in that moment.

“So…” you said, breaking the silence.

“You want to come over?”

“How could I resist,” Joel said, his smile widening. “I’ll be over in a few. See you soon, my love.”

Bonus:

“Psst, look.” Maria whispered to Tommy. They say on their front porch, Maria was cleaning her gun and Tommy was reading over patrol reports.

Crickets chirped and mayflies flew around their porch lamp.

His head shot up, squinting in the darkness. “What?” he asked. “Y/N’s house- quick. Look.”

And there he saw his brother walking up your driveway. He had a fruity skip in his walk. “Well I’ll be damned,” Tommy laughed, putting his paper down next to him.

“Woahhhh,” Maria said, shocked. You opened the door and immediately embraced him, giving him a long passionate kiss.

Joel looked around his surroundings and scuffled into your house, slamming the door behind him.

“I knew they would be back together. I called it.” Tommy chuckled, rocking back on his rocking chair.

“And you thought they were dunsos for real.” Tommy taunted his wife, poking his finger into her shoulder.

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charles-simmons-fanfiction · 3 months

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Meeks and Pitts Headcanons (except it's me projecting in all of these)

-> Both of them know how to solve a Rubik's cube and almost always have one around to do something while they're bored. Probably one of them learned it first for whatever reason, then taught the other. And they also like to race to see who solves it first. (and i'm saying this as someone who won't go anywhere without my cube. It's a life style y'know)

-> They're both very geek and nerdy, but Meeks is more of a nerd and Pitts is more of a geek.

-> "Don't worry, I didn't have time to study for this either," they say, but know the whole subject by heart.

-> While Meeks is very sociable, Pitts used to be pretty socially awkward and it took him a while to get genuinely comfortable with all the poets. He is that type of person who's very reserved and quiet, then as soon as he gets used to you he suddenly becomes the most talkative and annoying person in the world.

-> They definitely like boardgames and the rest of this post will be about that, as someone who LOVES boardgames with my whole heart. I know dps takes place before most cool games were invented, but let's just pretend they got to have those in their teenage years. Most of this fandom is constantly pretending stuff didn't happen like canon anyway.

-> Meeks is the type of person who would love games that need tactics and strategy, specially card and deck building games. He would be that type of player that makes the biggest combos (there's always one like that and it is so annoying to everyone else, but he has the time of his life). Like, every single round he manages to do some crazy logical move and win more points than all the others combined.

-> Pitts, on the other hand, likes games with plots, characters, maybe even roleplaying. From more simple games, like Coup to some more complex ones, like Above and Below. And I think he would be more into cooperative games rather than competitive.

-> I particularly think both of them would like space themed boardgames, for some reason I can't explain. Games like Terraforming Mars and Nemesis (I only played this one twice, and each time took like 5 hours, but I swear time FLIES in these games. The other poets would surely complain every time Steven and Gerard decided to play those, because it would take the whole afternoon/night.)

-> Sometimes the other dead poets would agree to play with them. Usually after days of them begging for it. When that happens, they would probably play party games. Those games are faster and easy to learn (there's always someone who struggles to understand the rules, and I think it would be Charlie and Knox, but Charlie would get it as soon as they actually start playing). Games like Exploding Kittens, Cards against Humanity, or even Taco Cat Goat Cheese Pizza (one of funniest games ever btw).

-> Normal card games (like poker, rummy or canasta) are mostly Meek's thing though and he takes it very seriously, although I don't think he'd go as far as betting money on it.

-> Both of them would love RPGs so much.

-> All of those nerdy things might sound stupid to others, but to them, it's a huge bonding moment and it means a lot when they get the others to engage with their hobbies.

💛.

This post feels SO NICHE, bc it has both my love for these two specific characters but also for boardgames. It was fun though, so it's worth it ^^"

#dead poets society #dead poets fandom #steven meeks #stephen meeks #gerard pitts #dead poets society headcanons #dead poets society headcanon #dps headcanons #board games #charles simmons speaks

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alatushours · 9 months

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☆ 731 DAYS, featuring xiao — time flew by when he was with you. who would’ve thought it had been two years already?

contents. gender neutral reader. fluff n' marriage, partly written from xiao's pov? very selfship-coded, just xiao reminiscing the past with you ♡ word count. 879

notes. hi guys ik you’re probably getting sick of all the xiao content which im so sorry about but i had to bc today is my two-year anniversary with xiao <3 plus it’s the first post of the new year so ofc i had to write for him ! it’s shorter than most of my other xiao posts tho so hopefully you all won’t find it to be too boring …

glittering stars twinkled across the moonlit sky as the vigilant yaksha stood at the balcony of the wangshu inn, gazing towards the liyue plains beyond. he was waiting for someone; a certain person that he'd met right on this balcony what hadn't even felt that long ago.

it was certainly far more difficult circumstances back then; liyue was struggling from the loss of their archon, and he was left to pick up the pieces. up until then, the adeptus never thought he would find peace for himself. that was, until you came into his life.

the sound of footsteps creaking on the wooden staircase snapped him out of his thoughts. he would recognize those footsteps anywhere; that, and the familiar voice that exclaimed, “i’m back!”

xiao turned from where he stood, a tiny hint of a smile forming on his lips as he greeted his lover. “i was waiting for you, qingxin.”

there you stood with a sheepish grin on your face, plate of almond tofu in hand. "sorry, i got held back a bit from work. i made dessert for you, though.”

your husband pressed a kiss to your lips. “thank you, dear. it’s been a while since i’ve had a taste of your cooking.”

he turned his head away, voice lowered. “i’m sorry for making you come over to the inn instead of our home, but i wanted to meet with you here tonight.”

you nodded, reaching forward to grasp his hand in yours. “i know why. it’s a special place, and today is a special day, right? for you, for me, for us.”

xiao didn’t reply for a moment. “…‘the moon is beautiful tonight, isn’t it?’ that’s what you told me at this same spot, two years ago.” do you still remember the events of this day back then?”

“of course i remember.” you walked towards the edge of the balcony with xiao in tow, leaning against the railing. “the lantern rite was in full swing this time of year. i wanted to watch the fireworks with you, so i came over the wangshu inn with some tofu.”

“but i was off fighting monsters,” xiao remarked. “i apologize to have kept you waiting for so long that night.”

“no, but that’s what made the moment special, y’know?” you smiled at the memory. “i waited here in this spot for what seemed like hours, calling out your name. the sun had already set when i arrived, and at one point keqing even told me i was going to miss the celebration if i stayed here and tried to drag me off.”

you turned to face him, and xiao nearly lost his breath. “but then you came.”

you looked ethereal standing there, bathed in moonlight, the serenest of smiles on your face.

“i did,” he replied, squeezing your hand. “and that was the moment my life changed forever.”

“for the better, or for the worse?” you joked.

he flicked your forehead. “don’t ask such dumb questions, silly.” xiao looked up towards the sky, the moon high up in the sea of stars. “it’s just the same, isn’t it…”

the conditions that night been exactly the same as this; except the sky had been lit up with fireworks two years ago. the same year that he had kneeled on this balcony, confessing his love for you as colorful sparks lit up the sky.

“will you marry me, y/n?”

“the same as what?” you asked, leaning your head on his shoulder.

the adeptus shook his head. “nothing, just thinking out loud.” he looked down towards the first floor of the inn, where traveling merchants were still strolling about. “a shame the lantern rite doesn’t start until later this year. we could have watched the fireworks show together again.”

“i thought the vigilant yaksha hated the lantern rite,” you teased him. “is the conqueror of demons getting soft, hm?”

xiao slapped your arm in protest. “shut up.” he looked away, grumbling. “i only said so because i know you enjoy the display, mortal.”

you laughed, a sound that was music to his ears. “you’re so silly, xiao.” you smiled and gave him a kiss. “that’s okay, the stars are enough of a show for me.”

“is it now?” he pressed another kiss to your lips, one hand running through your hair. “well then, i know the perfect place where we can watch the stars.”

you followed his hand as it pointed up towards the roof.

“yippee!”

as you settled down to stargaze, his arms wrapped around your waist so you wouldn’t fall, xiao couldn’t help but think to himself how lucky he was. he had always thought his karma meant he couldn’t feel happiness, but now you had come into his life, and for the first time he felt at peace. as if he could finally be happy, after a millennia of suffering.

yes, in some ways being immortal was a curse; but it was also a blessing, for if he was just a mere mortal long ago he wouldn’t have met you. the light of his life, his love. xiao was so glad to have you with him these past two years, and the adeptus promised himself that he would never leave your side, until forever do us part.

end notes. guys once again i’m sorry for writing so much xiao stuff lately :( he was my first birthday letter i received and also my first double 5 star pull so um he has a special place in my heart if you can’t already tell… i promise i wont write him for a while after this !! need to get some neuvi and tighnari content out here too ! ! but i hoped you guys liked it <3

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fastandtheformula1 · 1 year

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Hi, Ro! First of all let me claim this 🐻 emoji can I? since I'm your anon fans haha. But it's true bcs I really adore your writing, they always made my day so thanks!

Sooo, I'd like to request an Ollie oneshot or imagine. I've my own prompt and plot if you're okay with it. Here is mine:

Ollie had been dating Y/N for couple of years but they kept it a secret from everyone. One day Ollie was doing a stream with his fans, he told Y/N about it and she planned to stay in the room so that she wouldn't be in the spotlight while Ollie was streaming. However, Y/N accidentally went to the room where Ollie was streaming bcs she couldn't find her stuff and the fans saw Y/N, then they started asking who Y/N was. Y/N tried to cover up about who she was bcs she worried Ollie would be mad, but Ollie did the opposite.

Ollie invited her to join the stream and did a go public. Y/N was scared bcs she was just a very ordinary british girl, she was just a nerd when most drivers tend to date someone famous, also everything was too sudden, she was afraid that Ollie's fans wouldn't like the idea of their fav driver already had a partner but Ollie comforted her, and they read those messages from the fans admired her beauty even supported their relationship. Maybe there's cute part when both of them answered some of fans questions about them.

Some prompt from me if you wanna use:

"She may look ordinary but I love her a lot, like a looooot. Also, my girl is bloody smart, soon to be my engineer!"

"See? They say you are beautiful! I know right?!"

"I love her bcs she makes the best smoothies in the world."

SORRY BCS IT'S VERY LONG BUT I JUST WANT TO WRITE WHAT'S IN MY HEAD BUT THE REST IS UP TO YOU. Thank youuu x

-anon🐻

Ollie Bearman- Why

a/n: first thank you so much that’s so sweet of you 🥹🥰 and yes ofc you can take that emoji! okay I LOVE the idea of secretive/protective bf Ollie! not that he doesn’t want to show you off, he 100% does, but he just doesn’t want the press to invade your personal space, etc. also I’m thinking childhoodfriend!reader… hope this is okay!

pairing: ollie bearman x childhoodfriend!reader

summary: you accidentally join ollie's stream causing you guys to go public with your relationship.

warnings: cursing

word count: 1,239

not my gif!

You and Ollie had been keeping your relationship secret for a while. You’d known Ollie your entire life, him being the perfect boy-next-door when you moved to Essex for your dad’s job. It was hard for you to adapt to your new school and environment, so you were always at Ollie’s house. He’d always been friendly and kind, and overall was a great person.

The few times you were out in public with Ollie after he got into F2, a few people noticed him and asked you to take their picture with him. It never bothered you; you were always happy that people recognized him for his hard work.

People remembered you as that one girl Ollie hangs out with. They saw glimpses of you, but no one knew that you two were together. You two had been dating for 2 and a half years, and things couldn’t be going better. You’d moved in together a few months ago, and were talking about getting engaged; he even suggested starting to look for rings.

“I’m gonna start streaming in like half an hour, okay?” “Okay.” “Okay. I love you.” “I love you too.”

Now you were sitting on you and Ollie’s couch, waiting for his livestream to be over. He told you that he’d be about an hour, which was normal for one of his streams. When he isolated himself into his room, you cleaned up a few things around the house, enjoying the quiet and peacefulness that echoed through the house. Ollie was always energetic and lively, but you needed some quiet time. Unfortunately without him, you were getting bored now. His livestream had gone on an extra twenty minutes longer than he said it would be.

Over the course of a few months, you’d picked up the hobby of crocheting. You had made little dinosaurs and flowers and gave them to your friends. Your current project was a brown teddy bear since Ollie’s birthday was coming up, but you couldn’t find it. You tore apart your room looking for it. It took you months to get the little feet right, and its hands. Then it hit you

You probably left it in Ollie’s room since he wanted you to stay with him last night.

“Baby please stay. You’re warm.” “You’re gonna fall asleep.” You chuckled. “That’s the point. Please, princess?” “Fine. Only ‘cause you’re cute when you’re needy.”

After he nodded off, you sneaked out of his room and grabbed his gift and sat in his desk chair, watching him sleep as you crocheted.

You looked around the floor, scanning for the half finished teddy bear. “Babe, have you seen my-”

“Y/N-”

“I swear it was right here.” You looked at Ollie who had wide eyes and a worried expression on his face, gesturing with his eyes towards the camera. He got up, trying to block your face from the camera.

“Oh crap.”

You glanced towards the screen, seeing the comments blowing up.

who is that??

is that his gf?

wait she looks familiar!!!

You rushed out of the room, swearing at yourself. You guys had been so careful about your relationship for the past few years, and now you’d gone and ruined it. You started pacing into the hallway, eventually ending up in the living room.

Oh shit. Oh shit. What had you just done? Ollie would be forever mad at you. You heard Ollie quickly excuse himself from the livestream, hearing his footsteps coming closer and closer. Oh god. You started to panic, your breathing becoming faster and your chest feeling heavy.

“Love?”

You only groaned in response.

“Hey. It’s okay.”

“Oh my god. I’m so sorry, Ol. Shit.”

“Y/N,” He sat down next to you, putting his arm around you. “Oh my god. Oh my god.”

“Y/N,” His voice was soothing and reassuring. “Just breathe, baby. It’s alright.”

“Fuck. Fuck. I’m so sorry,” He pulled you into his chest, stroking your hair.

“Shh. It’s okay, baby. Just breathe.”

It’d been about a week since the incident, you and Ollie laying low for the first few days, then slowly getting back on social media. Ollie had reassured you that everything was going to be okay, which it was. After it wasn’t a sore subject anymore, he suggested a Q&A so people would get to know you a little better. To his surprise, you said yes. So here you were, sat in front of his camera.

“Hey guys! This is my girlfriend, Y/N. Today we’ll be answering some of your guys’ questions.” He turned to you and wrapped his arm around you, giving you some support.

“Hi.” You’d felt a little anxious, since you never had been much of a vlogger or a YouTuber, so it was all new territory for you. You started reading the comments to yourself, and to your surprise they were actually really nice. You’d heard horror stories of drivers’ girlfriends getting death threats and whatnot.

Wait she’s actually really pretty

Aww they’re so cute!!!! 🥰🥰

#imgonnabealoneforever

I love your hair!!!

The way he looks at herrrrrrr. God 😭🥹

If he looked at me like that i’d melt on the spot ngl

You giggled at some of the comments, letting Ollie take the reins as he answered questions about him in the Ferrari Academy. You got more comfortable as you listened to him talk about driving, as some of the questions veered towards your guys’ relationship.

how long have you guys known each other?

First date storytime!!!! please!!!!

One question in particular caught your eye: Why did you hide your relationship for so long?

“Honestly, it was Ollie,” You answered honestly. “Guess he didn’t want me revealing his deepest darkest secrets during parties and events. I get chatty when I’m nervous,” You explained.

“No,” He said, hugging you closer to him. “Just didn’t want the press getting to you, love.” He placed a kiss on your temple

do you have a job/career? If so what is it??? <3

“Oh, well actually, I’m in school right now, but I’m aiming to be an engineer.”

“My smart girl!” He said, pinching your cheek.

“Ow.” You said, swatting his hand away. You chuckled at him, smiling at him.

You both answered a few more questions, laughing and making fun of each other until you both stopped and read the same one:

just curious, r u guys thinking long term? I love u guys btw!!!

“Oh, um,” You looked over at Ollie, seeing how he was going to answer the question. He did the same.

“I think so. I really like her, so-”

“Actually, I kinda hate you, baby. I forgot to tell you.” You joked.

You guys said good-bye to the fans and ended the livestream and decided to watch a movie.

You were laying with Ollie on the couch. For some reason you’d still felt guilty about what happened.

“You okay? You’re so tense all of a sudden.”

“I’m sorry about the whole livestream situation, honey,” The words came out on their own. “I know you didn’t want our relationship to come out like that.” You said, looking up at him. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay my love. I know it was an accident. No need to apologize,” He leaned forward and kissed you on the forehead.

You looked back at the screen, feeling the stress leaving your body.

“Honey?”

“Hmm?”

“What were you looking for, anyway?”

“Oh, um, you’ll find out soon enough."

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ghostlylittlemoths · 6 months

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Jackson!Ellie x Reader

Wc: more than 3 words Cw: Fluff, friends to lovers, talk of past violence, kissing, reader has lip piercings bc why not, Glasgow smile(look it up), use of y/n like once, reader has an accent, beginning takes place when Joel and Ellie first make it to Jackson.

Your pov

I sat in my room as I read a book on my bed. It honestly wasn't that good but it was better than nothing and I was bored. I was deep into my book when I heard a knock at my front door. Opening it to my surprise I see Tommy with a small smile on his face.

"Guess who is here? I talk about him a lot" Tommy said trying to hide his excitement. I thought for a second. Then it hit me, Joel. He talks of his brother Joel a lot.

"Is it Joel?" I say as a question even thought I was most likely right. "Yeah it is. I really want you to meet him. Aaand he brought a girl about your age and I thought you two could be friends. It would do you good to have a friend that isn't just Jesse." Tommy said matter-of-factly at the thought of me needing not than one friend.

"Well if it gets ya to stop saying I need friends I guess I'll meet her and Joel" I say as I play with one of the piercings on my lip and turn around to grab my hat that I never leave my room without. "Great we are gonna meet them at the Tipsy Bison so let's go." Tommy says as he walks away from my door and out of my house. 'This'll be fun...'

Walking out of the house, me and Tommy walked in silence all the way to the Tipsy Bison. Walking in I immediately notice I girl I had never seen and a guy I knew was Joel since I had seen his picture more times than I can count. "So this is Joel and this is..." Tommy said blanking out on the girls name.

"Ellie, my name is Ellie." The girl now known as Ellie said. "Ellie, that's right sorry I know you just told me" Tommy said as I shook Joel's hand and switch to Ellie's hand. "Hello I'm Y/n but y'all can call me n/n" I said with a smile on my face as I tried to make a good first impression. I looked at Ellie and I could tell she was looking at my mouth and I could tell she was trying not to ask about it. So she just gave me a small little smile.

We all sat and talked for what felt like hours when I looked at the clock and noticed how late it was. "Well I better get goin' I'm beat. I'll see yall tomorrow" I said as I stood up from my seat but before I could walk out Joel called out to me.

"Hey kid, could you take Ellie with you I'm gonna stay for a bit longer if thats okay with you?" Joel asked me as he looked at Ellie who had a 'what are you doing?' look on her face. I thought for a second before responding. "Sure as long as you tell me what house I'm looking for so I don't bring her to the wrong house" I say with a little snicker. Joel tells me what house to look out for and me and Ellie were off. The walk started off quiet but was soon broken by Ellie.

"So...how did you get those piercings?" Ellie asked as she looked at my bottom lip. "I did it myself 'bout a year ago as a little 'fuck you' to my dad" I told Ellie. "Oh shit, what did he do to make you do that?" She asked. "Nothin' I was just at a rebellious state I'm my life and wanted to do something to make him mad." I said with a short laugh as she laughed too. I could tell thats not what she intended on asking but I could feel her staring at my cheek.

"You can ask about it y'know." I said as I smiled at her and watched her take a small breath in. "I could feel you starin' all night" I said. "Okay... how did you get that scare on your mouth if you don't mind saying?" Ellie asked as she waited for a response.

"About 2 maybe 3 years ago me and my dad were ambushed my raiders for things we didn't even have. I fought back and I was pinned down by a girl maybe about 3 years older than me and she was sayin' things along the lines of 'give us what we want' and shit like that. I spat at her. Stupid I know and the next thin I know my mouth was forced open and she took a pair of big scissors and *kik* cut the corner of my mouth to the middle of my cheek." I finished as ellie looked at me with wide eyes.

"Damn.. sorry that happened to you" ellie said quietly. "Ehh its okay i don't really care about it. It happened and I moved on from it. Its wasn't the end of the world and honestly it didn't really bother me to begin with."I said as i tried to lighten the mood.

"Well here we are. Thanks for walking and talking with me I guess" Ellie said as she walked up the porch and I stood at the bottom of the steps.

"No problem its been a while since I talked with anyone that wasn't Tommy or my friend Jesse. Its a nice change" I said as a I gave Ellie a smile and she smiled back.

"Thats kinda sad but I won't keep you out longer so goodnight I'll probably see you tomorrow" Ellie said as she opened the door to her house.

"I know.. well goodnight to you too Ellie I hope we can be friends" I say as I gave her a small wave and walked away to go back home and to pass the hell out.

5 years later

2nd person pov

You woke up to the sound of banging on your front door. Half asleep you got up to put some pants on and ran to the door as the banging got harder and louder. 'God fuckin' damn im comin', fuck' you thought as you reached the door and opened it. You opened the door to see Ellie standing there with a smile.

"What the FUCK could you possibly want from me at this damn hour" you said coming off a bit more rude than you intended. "Well damn if I would have known you would be a dick I wouldn't have come" Ellie said crossing her arms at you pretending to feel hurt.

"I'm sorry. What do you need this fine mornin'" you say with sarcasm in your voice as you let Ellie in past you.

"Nothing really just wanted to hang out before we go out on patrol in 2 hours" Ellie said as she sat on your couch with a bottle of water she stole of your table. Opening the bottle you watched as she drank it.

Over the past 5 years you had developed a little crush on Ellie but didn't act on it in fear of messing up your friendship or making her uncomfortable if she didn't feel the same for you. You had dropped subtle hints but stopped after you didn't get any reaction from her.

"Hang out? Thats it? You were bangin' on my door like you were fuckin' dyin' or crazy." You said as you sat next to her facing her on the couch. You grabbed the water from her as she placed it down. Downing the rest of it and tossing it in the trash that was next to the couch.

"Yeah, unless... you want to do something more" Ellie said as she put her hand on your thigh and leaned close to your face. You back away slightly.

"In your dreams Williams" you say as you tilt your head back to cool the heat rising to your face. You hear her laugh and say something to herself that you didnt catch. Stretching your legs out on Ellies thighs you looked back at her noticing she had already kicked off her shoes and jacket as she rested her hands on your legs.

"We have come so far in just 5 years. Just think about it we only really became friends because Joel didn't trust me walking back to our house by myself. And the look on your face when he stopped you from walking out." Ellie said as she laughed at the memory.

You laughed out your nose at the memory and just looked at Ellie. She was just so pretty you always thought she was pretty from the moment you met her. You noticed a peice of her had fallen out of her little pony tail. Before you could stop your hand from reaching out you had already made contact with her hair and pushed it behind her ear. Ellie just looked at you.

"Shit sorry I dont know what I was thinkin'" you say as you pull your hand and legs from Ellie. But before you could full more away from her, she grabbed your hand, holding it in hers. You watch as Ellie opens her mouth so say something and as she closes it as if she didn't want to say what she was thinking about.

You had looked away from Ellie but you felt her move and you looked back only to be stopped by the feeling of something on your lips. You watch as Ellie pulls away from your lips. You watch Ellie quickly push your legs of her and stand up.

"Holy shit I'm sorry I didn't mean to make you uncomfo-" you stop Ellie from talking with a kiss to her lips. You can feel Ellie tense then relax against your lips. You feel her wrap her arms around your waist as she pulls you closer to her.

"God I have been waiting for this" you feel Ellie say against your lips. You kiss for what feels like hours. You pull away from her and you rest your forehead against hers trying to catch your breaths. You wrap you arms around her neck and you move your head to rest on her shoulder.

"I've liked you for so long but I didn't think you like me back hell or that you even liked girls" Ellies says as she rubs her hands on your sides. You pressed you lips to the side of Ellies jaw. The feeling of your somewhat cold piercings made her shiver.

"I thought the same 'bout you minus the likin' girls part 'cause I already knew" you say into her neck as you pull her closer to you.

"Can I officially say you are my girlfriend now?" Ellie asks with a small smile as she now rubs your back and kisses your shoulder.

"Gladly" you say with a smile as you give her another kiss.

That was longer than I expected it to be im not the greatest at writing but I was kinda just goin with the flow and kept writing i hoped yall liked it and give me any feedback on things I can improve also give me some requests on things I should write in the future

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think I’ve posted bits of this before, and i will probably never finish it bc i scoped it too big, but ive been tooling around with this while wallowing in my writers block

The day my brother returned from war was the hottest day since our birth. We stood for hours under the sweltering sun, the flagstones burning our feet through the soles of our shoes and the walls of the White City blinding us with dazzling gleam. The column moved slowly across the Pelennor Fields, and I knew that my mother was nearly as resentful as I that we had not simply greeted them at Emyn Arnen; while they had passed by our home and camped some leagues from it the night before, my father insisted it would be improper for us to be reunited with Elboron before the queen and her children could be united with the king. Dressed in the sable of his office, fielding request after request from tactless courtier, I could not help but wonder if my father had perhaps begun to see the folly in his own command.

It seemed to me then that all of Gondor had flooded into Minas Tirith to welcome home our victorious armies. Though I had grown up the daughter of the Prince of Ithilien and the famed Lady of the Shield-arm, I had never fully acclimated to my parents’ ease at being forever watched. To know that thousands would look upon me that day - even if I knew that they were only craning their necks to get a proper view of my parents - added a distinct layer of misery to the whole affair, a misery lessened only by the presence of our cousins from Dol Amroth and the Riddermark.

We were not an especially close family, or so I have been told. It is a particular difficulty of having a family that collects titles like others might collect wildflowers in the summer. My father was both Prince of Ithilien and Steward of Gondor, and my mother, a legend in her own right, stood in his stead in Ithilien more often than not. Her brother was the King of the Riddermark, and his wife and queen (also, in typical fashion, my father’s cousin) was daughter to the Prince of Dol Amroth. In my twenty-one years of life, I had been around the entirety of my extended family only a handful of times, and those occasions tended to precede war or political crisis. To see my cousins, whom I loved dearly despite our distance, under the banner of an essentially joyous moment was a welcome treat.

Still, ceremonial procedure dictated some physical distance between us as we awaited the vaunted arrival. Instead of beside my Belfalan and Rohir cousins, I stood between my father and mother, jockeying uncomfortably for space on the dais with Míriel, the eldest princess of the Reunited Kingdoms. She, like me, had little interest in tarrying under the oppressive sun, but she, also like me, had little choice in the matter. A year older than my brother and I, Míriel bore the unfortunate burden of being beautiful, accomplished, and intelligent.

She was also rumoured by most to be desperately in love with my brother.

It could not, of course, have been further from the truth. Though we had grown closer through circumstance, my brother and I had long considered the royal princes and princesses middling acquaintances at best, and had been thoroughly warned against romantic liaisons with them by our parents - naming two princes and a king close kin was quite enough power for one household, adding another king to the list would have been to needlessly court danger.

Before the war began, my brother had grown marginally closer to Míriel, which had sent the court gossips into a tizzy. I still knew him best of all, and knew he had shown not a figment of interest in love and courtship. Míriel had similarly shown very little interest in that regard, and had shown even less awareness of the propensity of rumours to spread like wildfires in Minas Anor; as we stood upon the dais beyond the walls of the city, she stretched up onto the balls of her feet, craning her neck to get a better view of the arriving army. The whispers regarding her behaviour instantly flooded through the assembled crowd below.

From the queen’s right hand, my father caught my eye. I stifled a laugh. From our earliest years, my brother and I had often lamented that the king’s children were able to behave with far more latitude than us. When we had grown older and learned precisely how much work (often our father’s) went into smoothing over the rough edges torn by their occasionally foolhardy behaviour, the years of careful discipline were revealed to us to be an immense kindness. Anyway, our home in Ithilien had always contained a sufficient amount of chaos to exhaust of us the need to behave absurdly in public - or, at least, it had done so for me. My brother, as ever, was a different story.

When my brother was born and my mother learned that I would be arriving a matter of hours later, she wept. It was not, she said, because she and my father had prepared for just one newborn (though my father joked that that is why he wept), but rather because she both feared and desperately wanted a daughter. Feared, because by law my father’s titles (stewardship and princedom) could not pass to a daughter if a son was present - it had long been my parents’ intention to have more than a single child - and my mother could not bear the thought of depriving a daughter of such entitlements for no reason other than her sex. But by seven long hours, I was the younger of the prince’s children, and therefore the titles had been denied to me not by gender, but by time. As I saw it, it was a matter of semantics so precious it would have brought me no comfort had titles been the sort of thing I desired. But they were not, and so I was contented in all ways.

My brother and I wanted for nothing as children. Our parents were doting (perhaps too doting at times), and Emyn Arnen was as excellent a place to learn and grow as there could be in this land or any other. By my mother’s decree, we were raised in entirely the same way, and by my father’s decree we were educated to a higher standard than even he had been. Before our sixteenth birthday, we spoke three languages natively, with an additional two to a passably conversational degree. Alongside Elboron, I learned to wield a blade (though I preferred the bow), and where he chose to learn the lyra of Minas Tirith, I chose the aulos of Dol Amroth. He surpassed me in most physical pursuits, and I him in most intellectual ones; but these competitions were petty in nature, for all other things were held equal between us.

Two months after our twentieth birthday, King Elessar declared war on the confederation of tribes of Rhûn. It was a time of considerable difficulty in our house. My father had long been opposed to wars of conquest, and certainly had not wished to see Gondor thrown back into the clutches of battle so soon after the Great War, but he yet harboured a potent resentment of the Easterlings for their part in the battle that had seen him downed, his shoulder partially immobilised, and so many of the men under his command killed. My mother, who had grown up amongst warriors and had come to hate the culture engendered by warfare, despaired. I, not remotely familiar with war except in its ghosts, but generally hostile to anything that threatened to take my father and brother away from home, was quietly concerned.

Elboron, alone among our family, was delighted. He had long been of the opinion that it was our father’s record of valorous acts in Ithilien and elsewhere that had seen the princedom bestowed upon him. He, then, feared that he would be denied the right to establish himself as a warrior of note ere he was expected to take up the responsibilities of governance. He had not known war, had not long thought upon it our the grievous scars it had left upon our home and our lands, and the promise of war was to him, therefore, a promise of glory and self-realisation.

There were many bitter arguments in our house in the days the followed. Out of respect for those I love, I have no great wish to remember them here.

In the end, my father had been commanded to remain in Minas Anor to act in the king’s name, and Elboron was necessarily sent to lead the nascent Ithilic army. Neither my mother nor my brother ever learned of it, but in the week before the troops set out, twice I heard my father arguing terribly with the king, pleading for leave to go in Elboron’s stead; but his war wounds had never completely healed, and it had been many years since he had picked up a sword in anything more than play - the argument was lost from the start.

So Elboron had gone and my father had stayed, and not once had anyone considered that my mother or I might make a suitable substitution for either of them. Such was the way of things, and I had learned to pay it no mind.

What I could not avoid was how terribly long a year was. The months stretched like millennia, and there were many nights when the candles in our family’s private chambers in Emyn Arnen were never snuffed out; each of us finding our own way to pass the time without relinquishing ourselves to the terror of sleep and our unalloyed fear for Elboron’s safety. When word had at last come that a decisive battle well into Rhûn had scared the Easterling confederation into suing unconditionally for peace, I slept for nearly an entire day.

As sweat dripped down my back, past the layered jewels and silk shawls I wore, it felt to me as if that year had hardly been real at all. The breathtakingly large army that approached us then might well have been the White Company returning from a routine patrol, and my sense of exhaustion might have been caused by too much time spent playing cards with my brother in the dark of night.

Nana had told me once that all the years of her life before the end of the War felt to her like they were simultaneously ten long-lived lives and barely the blink of an eye. It was, she said, the natural response to something as horrifying as war; Men were not made for reckless, sustained bloodshed, and in our attempt to reconcile ourselves to that terrible truth, the reality of it all became quite a slippery thing.

But I felt that I had not experienced much of war at all. Yes, my fear had been total and insurmountable, but I knew very well the stories of my mother’s suffering in the war. Where she had been forced to endure the ignominious withering of her king and guardian, the political humiliation of her house and realm and, eventually, the terror of wishing for death above all else, I had spent the duration of the (short) war reading my books, playing my aulos, and helping my mother and father in the garden. I was terrified for Elboron, of course I was, but I had never been terrified for myself.

Ahead of me, Elfwine and Eldarion began whispering furiously to one another. Within the family (and perhaps without, for their lack of subtlety) it was well known that the two princes were terribly jealous of Elboron and our cousin Alphros for having been old enough to ride out to war. Elfwine, seventeen years old when the war began, was furious: his father had been sent out on his first campaigns at seventeen, and indeed, my uncle Éomer had been inclined to let Elfwine go until Aunt Lothíriel intervened (or so my father said). Eldarion, only just sixteen, had but a fool’s hope of joining the company.

With a sigh that was unnervingly reminiscent of my mother, Elfwine cast his gaze across at his own mother, who stood to the left of Queen Arwen. “Naneth,” he called, “why should Elboron be allowed to ride at the head of the column when Father is not?”

I squinted into the distance, scanning the front of the column, sooner willing to believe that my cousins were embarrassingly wrong than that royal protocol had been breached so flagrantly. Yet the crown princes were not wrong: the banner of Ithilien, argent and azure and emblazoned with the moon and star of our heraldry, loomed large beside King Elessar’s bannermen. And there was no denying that my brother was very much beside his own bannermen, rows ahead of the vert flags of the Mark.

My father looked tired, stern when I glanced up at him, more exhausted than I had seen him look outwith the safety of our home. My mother, only marginally more publicly expressive than my father at most times, had gone white, and so too had her knuckles where they wrapped around the hilt of her ceremonial sword.

“There is no doubt a good reason that will be revealed to us in time,” said my Aunt Lothíriel, casting her own nervous glance at my father. Ada gave a small shake of his head, but said nothing in response.

“If he has performed some great deed to earn himself such an honour, I shall cuff him,” said Elfwine, either unaware or uninterested in the worry rippling through the people around him. “He swore he wouldn’t until I could ride out with him, it would be a terrible violation of our trust.”

“And one he is unlikely to have made, I think it rather more likely that he is injured in some way,” said Eldarion, folding his arms over his chest, squinting into the bright light.

Míriel sighed dramatically. “Yes, thank you both for your insightful contributions. Now that you have come to the same conclusion we all reached a lifetime ago, will you please be quiet?”

Behind Míriel, the queen looked prepared to scold her daughter, but fell silent when a rider broke out across the field, outstripping the procession handily. The palfrey was draped in a familiar blue, and as it and its rider drew nearer, he too was recognisable.

“Bergil,” whispered my mother. She stepped forward, colour high in her cheeks, then spoke with the cold strength that had earned her her reputation. “Faramir, send a rider to meet him.”

My father hesitated for but a second before doing as she commanded. Yet the rider was only hardly dispatched when Nana decided it was not enough: she climbed down the dais, swooping skirts in hand as she pushed out towards the rider’s endpoint.

I remember best how time slowed before me while speeding up dangerously in my periphery. I remember that despite having years of ceremonial discipline ingrained into me, I lasted just seconds before I too followed my mother off the dais. I remember watching Bergil dismount with haste, and the worry in his brow as he saw my mother, not a page or other courier.

“Lord Elboron wishes me to inform you, my lady, that he is not mortally wounded, and that I am commanded to say nothing of that tale until he is able to do so first.”

My mother, visibly relieved, angrily muttered something about Elboron being our father’s son, before kissing the crown of Bergil’s head and sending him off to be welcomed by his own anxious mother and siblings. But I did not move, and did not feign the relief that my mother did: not mortally wounded did not mean not wounded, and there still remained the very real question of why protocol had been so drastically undermined.

It soon became clear; or, rather, it was soon trumpeted in my face with such ringing intensity that had I desired to avoid it, I would have been wholly incapable of doing so.

The facts were these:

The very last battle of the war had been fought along the southern banks of the Sea of Rhûn, where the descendants of the Wainriders had built great and terrible fortresses. Time and the fury of sand had slowly claimed those fortresses of their own, but in times of need the Easterlings still retreated to them. Elessar, who had once travelled to those lands in his youth, knew well of their use, and had led a force to capture and hold the greatest of these fortresses. The Easterlings, filled with wroth to see them taken so easily, prepared to lay siege to their own strongholds. Elboron, instructed by Elessar to take up the rather (to his mind) unexciting task of patrolling the inner bailey, nevertheless set forth with dignity and care. And in this they were all fortunate that Elboron did not shirk his duty as one of greater pride and lesser discipline might: for at the northwestern corner of the court, the supply tunnel that led deep into the earth was revealed to be a secret passage, allowing entry for the Easterlings into the very heart of the fortress. Elboron had helmed the charge against the interlopers, and had himself given the command to collapse the tunnel and hinder further breaching of the defences. That he had been beneath the keystone of the arch when it had fallen was not proof of his recklessness, but of his commitment to holding the last line of defence while his men retreated to safety.

Even my father, not typically affected by tales of valour, glowed with pride to hear the story. In fact, there were none who did not: from the very moment the host reached the city, Elboron became the singular hero of the war. Everyone from my mother and aunts to the most timid daughters of the court sought to shower him with praise; and it was well-earned and then, as now, I do not begrudge him it. But our own reunion was cut deliriously short by the crush of my brother’s new (and old) admirers, and we had barely enough time to share a brief embrace before he was once more swept off - limping on his injured leg - into the singing masses.

For hours I hardly saw my brother, except at as great a distance as I had first laid eyes upon him that day. Fear crept back into my heart, fear corrupted with something less selfless mixed with my own repressed feelings of inadequacy. Though I was then too young and too unaware to know it, and though I was (and am) vehemently opposed to the trappings of war in all their forms, I was bitterly, bitterly jealous of my brother.

I did not envy him the horrors he had seen in the war, nor the injury he had suffered and the pain it would long cause him, but I terribly desired the recognition that was being heaped upon him. For our entire lives, my brother and I laboured (or leisured) in the shadow of our mother, our father, their brothers, the men who were or had been akin to fathers to them. Now, it seemed, my brother had been elevated to a commensurate status, and I alone had been left in the shadow of anonymity. In all the hours since their return, I had been granted no time alone with my brother. It was as if my fear for him still lingered, though I knew he was alive and well and at least within the safety of Gondor, that I had spoken fewer than five words to him tore at me like a knife.

The welcome feast held in the high hall of Merethrond was marred by the ferocious heat - even with all the doors thrown open, there could be no relief from it. Ladies in their draped fineries at first glistened brighter than the jewels they were adorned in, then wilted like cart-trampled wildflowers. Barrels of wine depleted faster than ever before, and what few children were present pressed the bared skin of their arms and faces against the white stone walls in a fruitless attempt to leech cool. Thrice during that evening did lords or ladies of the court misname me. Twice was I called ‘Fíriel’, and once was I asked if I had - owing to my striking resemblance - any relation at all to the noble Lord Elboron.

At this, and filled with a peculiar rage I was not often given to, I sought out my mother, who was holding court at the far end of the hall, surrounded by minor lords of the various realms that abutted Ithilien across Anduin. Patiently, or as patiently as I could then muster, I waited for them to peel away, one by one by one until at last my mother and I were left alone.

Then, I began to speak in a whispered rush of Rohir words, intended only for my mother’s ears. I don’t remember precisely what I said, only that I had spoken scarcely more than a fraction of what I wished to when we were approached by the very worst person who could have chosen that moment to approach.

The Lord of Cardolan was a man I esteemed greatly. He was deeply learned in the lore of both our peoples - and of many others not represented in the Reunited Kingdom. He was a kind diplomat, a gifted speaker, and a fine storyteller, with a talent for flattery without affectation. His son was nothing alike to him.

He had come to be an apprentice of sorts to the King. His father was the lord of an Arnorrim land call Parth Aduial, a vast greensward that flanked the banks of Lake Evendim and the slowly-rebuilding ancient capital of Annúminas. His father, though largely not present during the War, had mounted a defence of some note in the realms of Cardolan while the King had gone on his quest - though what that defence was, precisely, I have never been given a definitive answer to. This afforded the boy some leniency, though nothing he had done in his life was even a close approximation of his late uncle’s valorous deeds.

Simpering, preening, arrogant, and stupid, Comndir’s worst sin was that he was utterly obsessed with me, and artless beyond repair in his gestures. In those days, I imagined myself too young and free for marriage - my mother, of course, was barely older than I when she wed my father, but my father had been nearing his fortieth birthday before the marriage began. I often imagined that my hour for marriage would come at some comfortable median age between the two. And, when it did come, I was certain it would come to someone far more tactful than Comndir had ever shown himself to be.

The early years of the Reunited Kingdom, so the story went, were filled with barely concealed tensions. The Gondorrim, proud but devastated by the war, were grateful to Elessar and his compatriots, but felt rather strongly that it was they who had guarded the eastern marches against the Enemy while the remnants of the Northern Kingdom faded into a semi-comfortable obscurity. Over the years, these tensions had washed away with the growing friendship between the two kingdoms, and by the time my brother and I were old enough to walk and talk and think to ourselves, the memory of those days was but a distant cultural memory. But I, precocious as I was in my youth, learned of these criticisms of our northern brethren and took them to heart. I did not hold the King in any lower esteem than he was due, and I never made outwardly disparaging remarks towards the Arnorrim, but I had what might be generously called an outsized appreciation for Gondor - I seldom tolerated criticism of her history and traditions (particularly those with clear provenance in Númenor). We had, after all, succeeded where even that fair Western isle had failed.

Comndir, either insensible to or meaninglessly aware of my leanings, had adopted a habit of making great pronouncements about the relative inferiority of Gondor. I was not so emotionally immature then as to fail to realise why he was doing it - my parents adopted a very particular cadence when speaking to one another that oscillated wildly between sardonic banter and breathless earnestness that only those wise enough to know they could not truly understand it saw that it was a secondary language of its own. To most others, it was nigh-on incomprehensible. To only the worst dullards did it seem cruel and emotionless. Comndir, naturally, was a dullard of the highest order - yet not so much that he did not know the great romances of my parents’ courtship, and had come to suppose that alternating great acts of cruelty with cloying declarations of love was the way to win my heart.

On that day, Comndir had imprudently chosen cruelty, approaching my mother and I with such heightened pomposity in his mien I wondered that he could walk at all. He made an impressive show of greeting my mother, pretending - yet convincing none - that it was to her he wished to speak. My mother, who has often had more benevolence than self-preservation in her heart, played along admirably, until such time that Comndir grew plainly bored of the routine. Then, with affected boredom in his eyes, he turned to me.

“I thought,” he said, slowing his words as if I might struggle to understand them, “that there would be more ancientry and tradition in the welcoming ceremony than we have seen here today. In Tinnudír, we keep to the habits of old, revering Númenor that was in the manner of our longfathers, unaffected by new fads and undiluted by those who are not of our kin.”

“In Tinnudír you keep closely to the manner of your longfathers because sitting in sloth and transcribing the particularities of ceremonies was the only activity they saw fit to concern themselves with.”

“Some might say,” he continued, a sly grin appearing upon his smug face, a sign that he thought that he was somehow winning the interaction, “Eru Ilúvatar blessed us with a land of peace and plenty that they might recount ceremony while those of lesser goodness were given the task of tending to the borders with darkness.”

“Of lesser goodness! Oh you -” My voice rose sharply in pitch, enough to silence the groups of chattering nobles around us and to earn a raised eyebrow in deep warning from Naneth. Something of my self discipline returned, but none of my anger dissipated. “Eru indeed!” I huffed, and I am certain that I was as red faced as my words felt. “If you are so certain that you are in his good graces, then I counsel you, my lord, to be close to Eru and far from me!”

As soon as I spoke, I knew that my words were neither appropriate nor justifiable - and that though my voice was markedly quieter than my initial outburst, my speech was heard by many of those who surrounded us. The look on my mother’s face, I knew, was a sure a sign as any that I had erred. But I, angry, emotionally exhausted, and facing unjust embarrassment, could do little more than turn on my heel and flee the scene.

I am not proud of it. Such a response was tacitly against everything my parents had taught me - but they had, rather paradoxically taught me that muzzling my emotions was as great an ill as any, and at that fragile time in my youth, I had not reconciled those two maxims. So: I fled, and for several days after, save for the few moments that I could spend alone with my brother, I cloistered myself in the library deep within the Palace of the Stewards.

I loved to read then, and still very much do, but I have always preferred to read in places with a little more activity than libraries. The steady burble of the conversations of others helps to calm my raving thoughts, to make clearer and sharper the words on the pages. The silence of a library is a suffocating thing. Even still, my upset with myself (and the wider world) was such that I elected to suffer the silence than face embarrassment elsewhere.

On the third day after Elboron’s return, when he was away siphoning up what attention his admirers would bestow upon him, I sat in the library, a history of the bridges of Mornan cracked open on the table before me. Most of the windows in the library were open, but even so they did little to mitigate the stale, blistering air. My thoughts turned slow and heavy, like honey left out too long in the winter.

When my father entered the room, I scarcely noticed, for the words I had been trying to read for some time had begun to melt from the page in my mind’s eye, dripping in vain onto the endless abyss of my boredom.

“This has oft been a place of refuge for our family,” said Ada, sitting at the far end of the table from me. Idly, he lifted a book from the stack nearest him, leafing through it. How he managed to move to easily in the heat I could not fathom.

“For you?”

“No,” he said with a faint smile. “For your mother.”

I sniffed and furrowed my brows. “Naneth? Here?”

My father held the edge of a book so its spine faced me like a riding crop. He shook it. I imagined it cracking through the air. “You,” he said sternly, “ought to temper your surprise: your mother learned the language of Esgaroth faster than anyone I have ever known - yes, Isilmë, including you - and she did not do it by ignoring this place.”

I hung my head in shame at my chastisement. It was not that I did not believe my mother intelligent, but rather that she seemed altogether too energetic, too of the untamed, growing earth to ever rest long in a library.

“I hope,” Ada continued, “that you are not yet of an age when you will no longer willingly confide in your father, for I am not yet of an age where it does not bring me great anguish to see tears in the eyes of my beloved daughter.”

I looked at him for a long while. My brother and I had learned years ago that any attempt to conceal our thoughts and emotions from our father was folly. Even without his gifts from the Edain and the Eldar alike, he had a funny way of always knowing more than he should.

“I am…” The pause hung long in the stagnant air. “I am ashamed - not of what I said, but the manner in which I said it, and - and the size of its audience.”

My father seemed to melt back into his chair, relieved of a great burden. I had not noticed until he relaxed that he had been uncharacteristically tense. “Very well,” he said, and drummed his fingers on the tabletop. Then, he laughed, and I found that I could not join in with him - I was instead deeply confused. “Isilmë, you carry the terrible burden of being altogether too much alike to both your mother and father, and in life you will discover, as you are now beginning to, I think, that it is oft simpler to bear the weight of your correctness in silence.”

“But I will neither lie nor brook slander of Gondor,” I cried.

My father raised his hand, palm out, to silence me. “I have not asked you to, but Gondor has brooked worse slanders than what you have heard, and she remains as strong as ever. And though at times it may not seem so, silence is not necessarily untruthfulness. What wisdom you now store away for diplomacy’s sake may later be revealed in an hour at which its recipients might welcome it more readily than at present. You, my daughter, are no fool. You will be correct more often than not, to the chagrin of many of those around you. Your challenge lies not in learning the answers, but learning when to speak them.”

He was, no doubt, prepared to dispense an excellent speech of hard-won wisdom upon my mostly willing ears. But, as was so commonly the case with my father, his time to do so was cut short by the arrival of a seneschal in the livery of Elessar’s personal household.

The seneschal held the door open with military precision. “The Lady Míriel, my lord, my lady.”

“Mae,” called said lady, using my family’s nickname for me that I only tolerated from her because of her rank. “Mae, I must speak with you urgently.”

She careened into the library with all the presence due a young woman born to one of the ancient and most noble houses in the history of Arda. Yet when she took stock of the room and saw that my father was there, she quailed - my father’s inordinate skill for intimidating even the loftiest of courtiers has provided countless hours of entertainment for my brother and I.

“Prince Faramir,” she said, dipping into a well-practiced curtesy. Her eyes immediately jumped to mine, not out of rudeness of dismissal of my father, but rather out of excitability and nervousness. “Mae - it is very urgent.”

I looked to my father, but he was already setting aside the book he had been fidgeting with. “We will continue our conversation later,” he said, and there was, I thought, a flicker of concern or guilt in his manner. But, spurred by a youthful lack of awareness, I perished the thought and instead followed Míriel out of the library and down the tangled mass of corridors and anterooms that led to the Palace’s central court.

“You and I are alike in many ways,” she said, and though I then thought nothing could be further from the truth, I did not interrupt her. “We each are burdened with the strange reality of being duty-bound to fathers who would not wish us to inflict aught upon us that we would not willingly do ourselves, but who are nonetheless themselves duty-bound to do right by the this kingdom and her people.”

“That is, I suppose, true,” I said, with the hesitance of someone who had not considered that a trait exclusive to her father (or, not inclusive of her mother) until that moment.

“My father has asked that I travel to Harondor, to the lands settled by the younger tribes of the Haradrim, and to there take for my husband the prince of their people.”

I frowned. “But you have made clear that you have little desire to wed, have you not?”

“Only as loudly as I am able to - but Cirían and Orniel are too young, even if they are far more amenable to the whole affair than I. And Eldarion, of course, is too valuable, and will no doubt be auctioned off to some sensible, quiet lady of Gondor or Rohan. I alone, therefore, am eligible for such a transaction yet not too costly a trade.”

My frown deepened. I was not unfamiliar with the particularities of courtly politics, but such talk was abrasive to my ears.

“I will not resist,” said Míriel quickly, taking note of my expression. “I will go to Harondor as I have been commanded to, but I will meet my doom in the time and manner of my choosing. And you are sensible, and you are worldly, and you will make for an unsurpassable companion on such a journey.”

At this, I faltered and stopped momentarily to catch my breath. The question of Harad and Harondor loomed large in the discussions my family pointedly had only within the sanctity of our home. We were, at least so well as I understood it, divergent in our opinion of that region than others in the kingdom. Though my father yet harboured some suspicion of the Haradrim, he, like his father before him, saw the scramble for Harondor as terrible folly, and preferred a structured neutrality with those Haradi tribes that had entered the territory. This was, and had been for nearly a century, a profoundly unpopular opinion.

“If you come,” Míriel said, breaking my reverie. “It would ease my burden greatly.” Then, she gave a small frown of her own. “But you need not answer me now - go, take a night and a day to consider, and come speak to me when you are ready. I do not leave for some time yet.”

She left, like a particularly aggressive gust of wind, with no trace of her having been there at all. Yet I, struck dumb by the terrifying potential of the future, could not forget the outline of her in the summer’s day before me.

#e writes #lotr nextgen

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vacantgodling · 1 year

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i’m just gonna make this bullet points bc i’ve not the time to be eloquent

the thesis of what i saw was “suffering isn’t character development because after a point it’s gratuitous, boring, and if they’re constantly tortured what are they developing from”

and as someone who isn’t particularly a fan of what most people nowadays call this (whump) ig, here’s me weighing in on the war on whump in favor of it in its theoretical form:

people can do whatever they want forever. even if it’s shit you don’t like. someone writing gratuitous, “boring”, overdone torture porn is not affecting you and your life. there is no need for “concern” as the post said. most people who write this shit are just people. even if they do have something that makes them act or feel things in a certain way that doesn’t mean you can or should deprive them of the joy that’s making art in any of its forms; whimsical or horrific, whether you like it or not.

as someone who again, doesn’t like it particularly either, i am once again tapping the sign that i keep having to drag out anytime i see shit like this: preferences aren’t advice. they are preferences. unless you are seeking to help the person do what they’re trying to accomplish your input is invalid. i bring up that i don’t like it because listen i can tell these thoughts were said as a knee jerk reaction to seeing shit you don’t like. and i get it, i feel the same way but

disengage with shit you don’t like. don’t hate watch or hate read anything. don’t be daft.

stop the assumption that character development is always positive. negative character development also exists and is common in day to day life. people are shaped by the experiences they have. they cannot develop from anything if there are no experiences to warrant the developing. saying that “suffering isn’t character development” is like me saying that consequences for driving 100 miles an hour into oncoming traffic don’t exist. they do.

i understand wanting levity. i don’t like whump solely because i can’t sit through endless suffering. but that doesn’t mean i think there isn’t character development. if a character goes through strife and trials and tribulations that changes them. usually for worse in this scenario. that’s. still. development. like the argument you have doesn’t even hold up.

to provide you an example, much of my life between the ages of 19-22 was straight suffering. like i was having a Bad Time my g. and those behaviors, patterns, defense mechanisms, coping strategies, and attitudes are still things i have with me to this day. not all of them are healthy. not all of them are positive. but they exist in response to the shit that i’ve faced.

it’s not even like endless suffering isn’t a real thing like my guy go anywhere in the world and i guarantee in every city you’ll find people suffering in ways you didn’t even think were possible. not that it’s good. but it’s not Unrealistic per se.

fiction and reality aren’t equal btw and allowing people to explore dark fantasies and ideas in the safe place of stories and fiction is more healthy than trying to suppress or shame people into not thinking about it or talking about it. humans will always be creatures of “what if”

finally, again, i reiterate that not every story is supposed to be happy (requiem for a dream is harrowing for instance. just endless suffering. but there Is a lot of character development. it’s just all Bad. and guess what, that’s the point!! its supposed to show the horrors of addiction and it worked. but i will never watch it again. same thing with bedeviled. or hell half the horror genre. even very popular titles like game of thrones get popular and are just cesspools of suffering. it’s safer to read and watch it than live it. i’d rather us do that).

and also, FINALLY finally. your preferences aren’t writing advice stop it. *spritzes with water*

#i said all that then i wrote the post anyway #maybe i’ll delete this idk but i’m feeling a way #again i don’t think i worded it good but it’s too late now #ren hot cakes

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soulnottainted · 1 year

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I'm also really proud of myself bc I did 7/10 houses this year which was more than double the houses I've done the past two events

So here is my ranking outta the houses I did

1. Universal Monsters Unmasked

A gorgeous gorgeous house! I'm really biased also bc I adore the universal monsters. There are also some really creative scares in there! The bell tower Quasimodo and the Invisible Man's hand coming down from the ceiling were my favorites. It was the first house we went through and naturally it had to be the last one we went through. We almost closed it out, and did heart hands at the cast, and most if not all of em did it back at us, PLUS we got the best run on our final time too.

2. The Darkest Deal

The story alone got me hooked! The first time we tried to go in, we got flooded out, but once we did it, I was very glad what we saw! Wasn't expecting all those demons besides the Collector tbh, and it was neat that past victims, musicians, were warning us. Also I love the pacing of the story elements and the effects, very well done!

3. Dueling Dragons

A beautiful recreation of the defunct attraction that I never got to experience. Despite being one of the least scary of the houses, I always enjoyed going through it. The ice and fire effects alone made me wanna go back through it again! The sets are immaculate, and those troll scareactors are very huge. Also the attention to detail and giving us multiple endings to experience was great! I experienced 3 out of 4 endings. Not a scary house but I was blown away by the set design.

4. Dr Oddfellow's Twisted Origins

Yeah I don't remember much of this house because there was absolute CHAOS in that house, my brain couldn't focus on anything, but I think that's the point. My childhood fear of the CarnEvil video game kinda came to life in there, I was actually intimidated a lot by going through the circus theme, it made me uncomfortable. But I had to see the MAN running the show. I missed so many of the lore and Easter eggs in that house. But I got a lot of scares, it was very close quarters in there. Knowing the lore of what the house is supposed to be after the fact made me love the house even more.

5. Bloodmoon

This house was the one that got me the most! The sets were amazing (i was so happy to know the designer did dead man's pier last year) and the attention to detail was top notch! I just wish there were a variety of scares in there. It wasn't my personal cup of tea but I can appreciate it!

6. Stranger Things

I really wanted to love this house, but I don't think it was worth waiting two hours for it. I missed a lot of the scares so that hurt my ranking of it. I was happy as a clam when I did get a scare though! Seeing Eddie was great, I got a few Vecna scares. Robin of all people scared me the hardest (also that bully from the series stepped right out in front of me).

7. Chucky Ultimate Kill Count

I was bored out of my mind in that house, which was a shame because i love the franchise and the TV series. The only scares I got were from the chucky mascots. It was so neat to see Glenda though. I wish more characters from the show were in there. I loved the Meta concept but it didn't translate well, despite taking the behind the scenes tour before hand.

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marc--chilton · 2 months

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"chase was super receptive tho bc he has issues and imprinted on house like an actual duckling" YES I CONCUR.

i also agree with your characterization that it's a "i am going to be nice to you more often but don't get any ideas" type of relationship rather than a "come to mama" type. i love fluff and all, but it's house. the man is not that affectionate or nice or pleasant. mgv wouldn't change that.

but the chase/thirteen sibling relationship is so real. i love that. i need more fics with that.

kutner being left out :( he's like. replacement chase. that's the role he fills. in that he's the dumb one. but he's also kinda replacement cameron because he's also nice.

anyway i love your mgv it's so good i love house abo when it's done well and this is done well.

does house ever bring gisele to work with him? or would cuddy say "absolutely not are you insane"

have a splendid day!

-🎸

like there are times where house is weirdly nice to chase and thirteen but that's just like. bc he's closing in on his heat and despite common perception, heat does not solely mean "sex now" especially if the omega in question is a parent. and chase likes the attention but even he has to shoo house away if he's getting too affectionate to the point of impeding their jobs (pup or not, there's not a lot of house-duckling hanging out with after work hours. like at all. the most is with thirteen and even then they're not like superbesties or anything, she's just his favorite to fall back on when house can't drag wilson into whatever that day)

he still calls them idiots, he's still a huge dickhead, but he also does more for them than for others. which tends to just be something so small as house making a vending machine run and asking them if they want anything too. the bar's pretty low

chase takes this weird found family type thing to heart, and it's obvious. because daddy issues. to the point where he's actually spent a heat or two with house because when he first presented, chase didn't get the right care from his parents so his hindbrain looked to house to fill that role. awkward? incredibly. did house agree? yes. did he do a good job mothering an adult chase and giving him all those parental affirmations he missed out on? not really. but he absolutely tried, and that was enough for chase, so. success!

(worth noting that house, too, did not receive adequate care when he first presented either. john ignored him entirely for his cycles, physically disgusted and uncomfortable, and blythe as a low-instinct beta didn't understand the nuances required for taking care of a child who presented as an omega)

kutner <333 i don't have anything to say there besides i love him. he's kind of like chase for dumb, cameron for nice, but he also has a je ne sais quoi of chaos that's to die for. he was way too jazzed to dig a grave and way too proud of himself for reviving a patient even tho in doing so he also set her on fire. baby boy how on earth did you get through med school <333 he's also a beta for what it's worth. in my mgv betas tend to be the most alike to real humans (no/weak cycles, less instinct-driven, sometimes thought of as "safe" or "boring" by As or Os) so don't get involved in as much drama so like. he kinda confused but he got the spirit

110% house has brought giselle to work. the first year of her life he was especially attached to her and argued against hiring a sitter or putting her in daycare -- saying daycares were just communal cultures waiting to infect his pup with superflu, or a sitter would confuse her and make her imprint on them instead of house or wilson -- when really due to his prior miscarriage and resulting (mostly not dealt with) trauma meant his hindbrain would freak out if he was away from her for too long. cuddy and wilson both actually get on to him for it (wilson less so. he's biased bc he also loves their lil baby to bits) but the only thing that gets him to stop trying to bring her is when she starts getting sick the same time house's current case proves to be infectious. and he's mortified because he's convinced she's caught (insert disease here) because of him, and she's so little still that this illness could conceivably kill her.

it turns out she doesn't have the sick of the week, it was just normal baby illness that scared him like it would any first time parent. definitely got him to stop bringing giselle in as much though.

thank you for this ask!! love an excuse to absolutely yap it out

#asks #anon #riff #maintaining their characters throughout the mgv additions is soooo important to me #bc if i personally can't feel like 'yeah this would happen' then i have a hard time enjoying it #barring when it's like yknow a shitpost or obviously a joke in which case it can be Very Funny #some of it comes down to wording too #ex: i tend to get real silly sometimes about house and wilson's feelings to one another #like saying idk. wilson would make a comment about marrying house for taxes and house thinks about it all day #it's an exaggeration but also not entirely untrue. am i making any sense here #also “i don't have anything to say about him -writes a paragraph about him-”#i love kutner seeing him on screen almost has me like when i see wilson #like yknow how a bunch of people all are like “omg wilson hi wilson” and that's just. how it is #i'm like that too but also when i see kutner i'm like “!!!!! it's him my dingus blorbo!!!”

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cryptomiracle · 1 year

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ROMANTICAL + GENERAL MASKY HEADCANONS WHOOP WHOOPP ‼️

Quick note: this does NOT correlate to the masky as a brother / masky as a stepfather headcanons I've been doing.

I don't write incest.

(please remember, these are my personal headcanons. They are not accurate.)

PLEASE READ ↓

No tw, other than mentions of anger issues, and curse words.

these are all cute headcanons. unlike my toby one lmfao

If anyone would like one for masky that's similar to my toby headcanons, please tell me!

He won the poll, so here we go!

Physical touch

Like mentioned before, his hugs are literally life changing.

Like this man could hug you once, and it'd make you question the whole trajectory of your life.

He's very big on hand holding, I like to headcanon that he stays cold, so if you give off a lot of heat, he's never letting go of you.

Even though he gives great hugs, he doesn't really like to give them to just anyone.

He kinda saves them for the ones he loves specifically.

He likes giving you kisses all over.

Your hands, your nose, your shoulder, your forehead, etc.

He likes when you give him hugs as well, if you randomly walk up behind him and just hug him.

It gives him butterflies

Food (bc I'm writing this while I'm hungry)

He isn't too big on cheese cake tbh.

I mean he likes it (who doesn't like cheesecake 🧐??) But it isn't his absolute favorite.

He prefers those carrot cake rolls.

Because carrot cake rolls are absolutely scrumdiddlyyumyumious.

He likes to cook, but he also likes when you cook.

He loves coming home to a warm meal after a hard day.

He doesn't demand you cook for him or anything, but he thinks it's a nice surprise.

Affection

His love language is gift giving.

He likes to leave you little notes around the house for you to find.

Or little doodles .

As a partner, he's a sweetheart.

He blushes really easily.

If you reciprocate the same kinda physical touch, he'd turn as red as a tomato.

He's a very good listener, he loves the sound of your voice.

He could listen to you for hours, and still never get bored.

He'd spend all his money on you, and be happy to do it too🤌

Omg the way he looks at you.

Homie is in LOOVEEE

Everyone around you can see it.

He could deny it all he wants, but it's clear how he admires you.

(Emo)tional stuff

He's not really good at verbal comfort, but he tries.

If you're mad, he would be mad too

If you were insulting someone, he'd insult them as well.

It doesn't matter if he knows what is going on, he just knows that if you're mad, it's probably for a good reason 🤷🏽‍♀️

(even if it's not, he's still on your side)

It'd be like

Reader: "FUCK YOU AND YO MOMMA"

Masky: "YEAH, YO MOMMAS A WH0RE"

except he has no clue what is happening, so he just insulted someones mom for no reason lmfao

He has his own anger issues, but he kinda feeds off of your anger when you're mad.

He doesn't have the "aesthetic" kind of anger issues, he genuinely has to hold himself back.

I promise you he's not listening to mother mother when he's mad, he's punching trees and shit.

When you're sad, he'd give you one of them life changing hugs, and draw you a little doodle to cheer you up.

Protectiveness

He's not the most protective person, but he doesn't let anyone try you yk?

Like for instance, take Jeff the killer, Jeff is like a Chihuahua. biting, (not figuratively, he had to get a rabies shot one time. ) and yapping at anyone that gets too close.

Masky is more like a body guard.

Only intervening when he has to.

He's not the type to look through your phone, or follow you everywhere.

He trusts you enough, that he feels he doesn't have too.

He's not a pushover though.

He won't just stand there if someone is flirting with you or anything.

If someone was flirting with you, he'd just give them a confused look, then he'd turn his eyes from them to you, and back again.

If they continued, his eyebrows would knit, and clench his fist.

That's how yk shit is about to get REAL

Holidays

Valentine's:

He likes to get you your favorite flowers, some candy, and to snuggle up and watch a movie/show.

He doesn't really like Valentine's, he thinks it's kinda stupid, he can't explain why though.

(truth is, he's still harboring hate for it from when he was single) (he's just like me fr 🫂)

Christmas:

He likes Christmas, mainly cause of the lights, and decorations.

He loves decorating for Christmas.

He doesn't really like receiving gifts though, he doesn't know how to accept them.

Especially if they're nicer than the gift he gave.

He's more of a giver, than a taker.

Halloween:

He loves Halloween.

It's his favorite holiday.

He loves dressing up, and scaring people.

He also loves watching Halloween movies.

Even the shitty ones.

He likes to buy big bags of Halloween candy a day after Halloween, cause it's on sale.

(I couldn't think of anymore holidays sorry)

General headcanons

He's about 5'8-5'11.

He's chubby, but he also has a little muscle mass.

He likes to take extra care of his hair

He has like 3 brands of shampoo, conditioner, and moisturizer 😭

His favorite food is lasagna 🤌🤌

He smells like maple, vanilla, and cigarettes.

(the maple and vanilla, is him tryna cover up the cigarette smell.)

He collects butterflies.

Yk how people will find dead butterflies, and frame them? He does that in his past time

He takes LONGGG showers.

Like 50 minute showers.

Y'all's water bill is high as hell 💀

He sleeps all over the place, on his side, on his back, one leg off the bed, on his stomach, you name it.

He snores too.

Not extremely loud, just loud enough to keep you up if you're not used to it.

He's terrified of cockroaches.

This man would fight a coyote, but a cockroach flies towards him, and he's down.

He wears glasses occasionally, only when he's reading something.

He drives very fast, not on the highway and stuff, but on back roads and such.

He takes "ball til we fall" too literally.

He has road rage.

The things he says to people on the freeway would make someone's grandmother roll in her grave 😭

He's a cat person.

he likes dogs, but he prefers cats, cause they just kinda do what they want, like him.

He'll never admit it, but he listens to Weezer and the brobecks every now and then.

His sleep schedule is horrible.

One night he's staying up till 3, then the next he goes to bed at 9.

Idk how he functions.

He's literally a master at mario kart.

His favorite character is daisy.

He's not afraid to admit it either 💪💪

He likes petting random cats, he'll literally chase one down, just to pet it.

He has a tattoo, it's a "31" on his leg.

(it's a reference to the offspring song "pretty fly for a white guy")

TY FOR ALL THE READSS! I REALLY HOPE THIS WAS LONG ENOUGH<33 -M

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flutteringfable · 1 year

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horse girl (gender neutral) kaeya hcs bc i am also a horse girl (gender neutral)

oh yeah baybeeee time to be a horse nerd for the benefit of my fanfictionssss <3

kaeya isnt a huge favorite character of mine but as an equestrian myself i love thinking abt his own horse experiences lol. also soft-ish ragbros content because i desperately want them to be happy *shakes fist at hoyoverse*

warnings: mentions of character death, major spoilers for kaeya and diluc’s story (mostly what’s covered in the manga), and possible contradictions to the canon timeline? like idk if i got stuff right about the timeframe/age of kaeya being adopted, joining the knights, etc but hopefully it can be overlooked since it isn’t a major part of the hc list lmao

kaeya has loved horses his whole life

both his original father and diluc’s had horses, so he’s been around them a lot

when he was little, he spent all his time playing in the stables

by the time he was around 10-12, a little bit after he was taken in by the ragnvindrs, he could care for the horses by himself

crepus would ask him and diluc to help him name new foals

he started learning to ride almost immediately after getting better at caring for the horses

diluc and kaeya would follow crepus on horseback through the wilds of mondstadt sometimes when they accompanied him for errands

after crepus died, kaeya taught himself, and surprisingly became rather skilled

i like to think that there was a period where kaeya and diluc were close immediately following crepus’ death before they drifted apart

so, kaeya taught diluc a lot of what he knows now about horseback riding

when kaeya joined the knights of favonius cavalry, he felt right at home

he learned some vaulting and one-handed skills from training with the other knights

so now he’s REALLY good

he excitedly tells diluc everything he learns whenever he can

diluc listens, but this is during the period when they started to drift apart, so he feels the smallest twinge of jealousy

regardless, a small part of him is proud of kaeya, and he does his best to voice this since he doesn’t want to dampen his brother’s mood

nowadays, kaeya likes to go for quiet rides around windrise on his days off

(context + horse nerd rambling incoming!

for those of you who might not know, most horse’s “names” are nicknames! domestic horses have what i can only describe as “legal names” or as they’re more commonly known, “show names.” these names are typically structured similarly to actual names, with two words (“shooting star”), but some people will use phrases (“a walk with grace”) or titles of movies, songs, etc (“dark side of the moon” “candy crush”). i don’t wanna bore you with the details here, but if you’re interested just look up how horses’ show names are chosen! okay back to the kaeya horse girl hours)

kaeya bought his own horse about three years after he joined the cavalry

she’s a fresian (very pretty breed i love draft horses so so much mwah my big fluffy babies) named shining miracle

kaeya calls her miracle or mira for short

everyone in mondstadt knows mira

kaeya sometimes walks her through the city on patrols, and will almost always be stopped by people leaving gentle pats on mira’s neck and saying hello

during the windblume festival and weinlesefest, kaeya likes to braid cecilias and windwheel asters into her mane.

mira is gentle and soft tempered, so even in the most chaotic of festival settings she will stand quietly

during festivals she gets lots of extra treats, and bakers in mond have taken to making special horse-friendly treats especially for her

needless to say, she’s very well taken care of by both kaeya and the entirety of mondstadt

sometimes, when he’s stressed or otherwise upset, kaeya will take mira out to the shore and gallop her up and down the beach

(with breaks, of course. no matter how pent up he may be, kaeya would never push mira to exhaustion because of it)

okay if anyone has more questions about mira and kaeya i would be so so happy to answer them i’m kind of obsessed

hoyoverse give us horses to ride ingame challenge (IMPOSSIBLE) (look i know that would make it feel more like a zelda clone but come ONNNN i want a pretty horse)

#fable writes 💫#kaeya alberich #kaeya genshin impact #kaeya headcanons #kaeya genshin #genshin impact #diluc ragnvindr #diluc genshin impact #diluc genshin

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sorry i wont shut up about this but i feel so conflicted right now!!D; and maybe typing it all out will help???

and I highly suggest to not read this unless you want to be here for an hour reading nonsense LOL

im seeing my bestie friday so im gonna tell her everythinggg and get her opinion on all of this before i see him again in a few days.

i just started to hang out with a "new" friend but it makes my bf uncomfortable and idk what to do about it... and tbh im not going to stop being friends with them:/ ik that sounds kinda shitty on the surface but its like asking me to cut someone off right after getting to know them.

im gonna explain almost all of the context....

okay, so... 2020 was a ruff year. it was covid and quarantine. my mom was super super strict about it. once people began to hang out in small circles bc cdc said it was okay to, while still being careful, i was still not allowed to leave my house. i felt soso isolated and alone and it was def one of my lowest moments. me & my bf were basically in a long distance relationship.. or thats what it felt like. all we had was facetime. he started to hang out with his friend from school more often (i had stuff to say to him about that & its in another post). after a couple of months, my mom finally let us see each other.. but it had to be in my backyard only and we couldn't be close. it was okay at first but after a while we got bored and wanted more. he got impatient and petty about it. i understood where he was coming from but i was trying to be as optimistic as i could, even tho it was hard. its bc even for like the 1-2 hrs i got to see him, it made my day. (my friends were also starting to hangout in their backyards but i never told my mom bc i figured she wouldnt let me go.. but when i told her afterwards, she said she would have..??)

it was getting colder outside which made it harder for us to see each other. it was also just a sucky situation and it was creating some resentment. he wanted to talk with me on ft about it and i knew it would be serious. AND IT WAS. he did most of the talking and it was leading to a breakup. BUT (this is important) he couldnt for the life of him break up with me, let alone say the words.. SO.. he suggested that we do a break. neither of us have done that before but its obvious that it means its temporary and you use that time to figure things out and get some space (we DEFINITELY shouldve been clearer about it). he got emotional and i held mine in. he was saying all these good things about me and how he still wants me in his life and that we can get together again; that we would still talk everyday and be friends. at the time, weve been dating for about a year and a half. right after we hung up i bawled my eyes out and immediately facetimed my best friend in FL.

days go by and me and him are still talking everyday, only in a more friendly, platonic manner. eventually, he starts replying later and later, he turns off his location, and its like i feel forgotten about. im so used to knowing what hes doing that now it feels weird to not know and its hard to adapt to these changes.

I download tinder to find some FRIENDS to talk to (only for girls). he was barely talking to me and i was questioning our friendship relationship (situationship i guess). although i dont remember the details of my profile, i DEF made it clear that i was on there for making friends only. i had no intention of pursuing anyone for a relationship... bc i had my "bf" still. HE clearly went a diff route during our break....too much to unpack there but in the end, it just made him want to come back to me.

So.... Snow (that is their nickname ive given them for tumblr) was one of those people who i chatted with on tinder. theyre female but identify as they/them (i dont think they used those pronouns when we first started talking tho). they msgd first and our convo was actually really long-lasting so we followed each other on IG. (theyre also not the only one i've exchanged IG with so its not like i only gave it to them). Yes, I thought they were pretty when i swiped. sue me. i think many people are pretty. its just me acknowledging when someones aesthetically pleasing. eventually, we talked less and i also went on tinder less. After about a month into me and my bfs break, he begins to talk to me more like he used to. Then he asks if he can see me bc he missed me. Still cant leave my house with him but we hang out and its nice. HE ASKS ME IF I MET ANYONE NEW. i say no and hes like ...really?you sure? I ask him the same and he says no (while breaking eye contact,, literal red flag but i was blindsided). he tells me the truth over FT and that ruined me way more than i let on. (i think he's feeling a similar way now but for diff reasons)

we got back together after and the rest of the year (2021) was super fun. weve now been together for almost 4 1/2 years! since our BREAK NOT BREAKUP (not me @ ing him when he wont even see this) me and snow comment on each others IG posts now and again. for ex, ive said they looked so prettyyy & i would compliment their makeup skills. they would reply in a cute/flattery way. thats how they reply to comments. theyre also very embellished, like with emojis. theyve commented on my pics saying i look cute and hyping me up with compliments as well. it just turned into a natural, mutual thing; idk how else to describe it. its like having an online friend where you only interact thru the comments to show kindness. LOL IDK that sounds corny but yeah. girly things i guess. & then irl its so subdued.

so aside from the comments, we would react to each others stories like once in a blue moon. they posted about watching demon slayer so i said its a good anime. i posted me and my bfs halloween costumes and they said we looked so cute. fast fwd to the end of last yr... we said happy bday to each other and i brought up the idea of possibly hanging out one day if theyre down. so yes, i asked first. they said they would love to and that they were glad i asked bc they were too anxious to ask themselves (mood). im surprised at myself that i even asked but i guess i felt comfortable enough.

(i feel like im writing my own biography omg..) anyways, we get each others numbers and talk about our schedules. we were both very busy so nothing happened. we sporadically made small talk, as one does with their internet friend, over a couple of months. we talked on IG more & also thought about the plans for when we hang out. its now like almost summer and they text me asking if i was free last minute to hang out bc they were gonna be in my town but i was busy.

its now like a month later and i see them at the mall with their friend when i was with my bf. (i already spoke about this so i wont repeat it). after that day, we finally made a day to hang out. bf wasnt happy about it; i tried to reassure him; he saw and still sees them as someone to worry about; he thinks im gonna do something stupid and act out on any fantasies i may have. he knows im bi; he sees snow as someone who looks queer. he thinks that our intentions are to get closer to each other in a way that crosses a friendship.

he saw me listening to a playlist titled sapphic energy. it just consists of songs i enjoy by female artists and ive had that playlist for a long time now. i only edited the title.. but just now i switched it back to what it was before so thats ONE thing "fixed" to make him at ease.

he doesnt believe me when i tell him that my only intention and motive here is to make a good, new friendship. THATS ALL I WANT. AND THATS ALL SNOW WANTS. i can see how it can look like its more from an outside perspective bc of our IG comments but it was not like that in person at all!! it just felt like hanging out with a friend and introducing new things to each other like shows and foods. snow even made it clear that once someone is their friend, they cant see them any other way and that formed to protect their feelings. when we hung out there were literally no signs of feelings or anything that would cross boundaries. i didnt get that feeling i get when i have a crush and lose all my brain cells. by our second hang out we were past any awkwardness and it felt like a regular day out with a friend.

I did look cute that day but i always dress up!!! i dress up like every time i see my bf. i dress up for work. i dress up when im going out with friends. i enjoy fashion and makeup and looking pretty,,

last yr he was using bumble friends and he met up with a guy but they havent hung out since. ive helped him swipe on people before and i was okay with it, except when it was like an attractive girl.. would that be hypocritical of me tho?...idk. we def both get kinda jealous over these things. i can get territorial, like he is mine lol i am his. we would never be open or add a third and the thought of him befriending new females made me nervous. especially after what happened during our break. like idk, that still sticks with me and makes me think of bad feelings..and even more especially now after finding out about what he and his friend did.. but me feeling nervous about that is like what HE is feeling (T-T) I JUST DONT KNOW WHAT I CAN DO TO HELP AND IT SUCKS. i dont think i catch feelings easily. i dont get butterflies over people easily. im not an openly sexual person.

like. am i being unfair by continuing this friendship? snow doesnt know how he feels about us. idek if its worth telling but im gonna wait till more time passes and see how things go. would him hanging out with us make him feel better?? would it be too weird? he already doesnt like the idea of snow so how would he be in a room with them.

i wanna fast fwd to friday so i can tell my bestie about it and then fast fwd to sunday so i can see him. he is still not back to his usual self when we talk on snap. he tries to save serious confrontations for in person bc he sounds angry thru text so even tho itll make me nervous, i still wanna work this out so it doesnt ruin our relationship.

#mypost #journal

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