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You start a new job with your friends and discover the grumpy line cook has a soft spot for you — line cook!eddie x fem!waitress!reader fluff
Part of the Apple of My Eye series but can be read as a standalone
warnings: some savoury (hehe food joke) language typical for kitchen staff
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You stood alongside your best friends, Steve and Robin, each one of you with varying feelings about your first day of work at Benny’s Diner.
For you, the feeling was mostly positive. Some nerves, but you were mainly excited for the new experience.
Robin was pretty okay about it all. She was pretty happy that the three of you could goof off in a new setting.
But Steve, he was not excited. He was just there to make money after his parents cut him off so he could continue driving you and Robin around town. Even though he probably could have found a higher paying job, he applied for Benny’s because you girls had already done so, and the three of you were a package deal.
Benny handed you three your aprons and notepads like you were cops in a movie receiving your badges and guns, and then told you to find Jonathan if you had any questions throughout your shift.
You all nodded in acknowledgement at his instructions—however lacklustre they were—and went about starting your work.
At the halfway point of your shift, you were feeling ready to take on the world.
That was a lie.
By halfway into your shift, you had already messed up 3 different orders, spilled someone’s water all over their table, and given someone the completely wrong change when they paid for their meal. At least most people were forgiving when you told them it was your first day and you were in training, but you knew they were still upset.
Steve and Robin were also struggling slightly with getting a hang of the job, but at least Steve could charm his way out of most complaints.
You and your friends were scrambling around the diner, and you knew it was affecting everyone around you. You’ve had to call Benny over to customers after they’ve asked for the manager, Jonathan has been asked more questions than he could count, and you’ve had to ask the kitchen staff about substitutions and remakes.
Everyone’s been nice, but Jonathan also warned you to stay on Eddie’s good side, however small that side may be. And now the other cooks were on break, so Eddie was the only one left and you had a problem you needed to bring to the back.
Steve also had something to ask the cooks, and you let him go first. You stood behind him nervously awaiting your turn.
“A customer is asking if we can make the chicken noodle soup vegetarian, can we?” Steve asked, and Eddie just stared at him with a frustrated expression.
“What the fuck do you think?” The cook asked.
Steve seemed to have understood, but he just stood there.
“That was a question, pretty boy! What do you think?”
“Uh, no?” Steve said, worried that Eddie would blow up even more.
“Exactly. Now get out of my face and tell those customers they’re dumbasses.”
Steve turned around with an awkward, tight-lipped smile on his face. He passed you, rolling his eyes at Eddie’s attitude.
“Good luck.” Your friend warned, clearly annoyed by the cook.
God, now it was your turn. You’ve already been having a rough shift, and you knew getting yelled at by the hot, yet obviously temperamental cook was just going to make things so much worse.
You took a deep breath, then approached the window. You weren’t really sure how to get his attention, so you just waited a short moment until he put out a dish for Jonathan to take.
Eddie’s harsh expression softened when he saw you, but since you were trying hard not to make eye contact with the man, the change went unnoticed.
“Hey, uh, there’s a customer out there who has a dairy allergy.” You started, speaking lightly, but loud enough so he could hear you over the kitchen noise. “She wants an omelette, but she asked if she could get it with no cheese. And she asked that if you use butter for the grill, could you give it a quick wipe and just not use it for this?”
You weren’t sure how Eddie would react to a request like this, but based on what you’ve heard—and what you just saw with Steve—you were bracing yourself for an angry, sarcastic comment at the very least.
So you were somewhat taken aback when Eddie just responded with a simple “Yeah, we can do that” and a quick nod.
“Oh, okay, that’s great.” You replied, relieved at how that went down. “I’ll go tell her that, then get the orders from the rest of the table, and I’ll be back.”
You walked away, then as you said, you came back a few minutes later with everyone’s orders. You passed them over to the kitchen, and gave Eddie a soft smile when you saw him. Just a wordless thank you for being nice a couple minutes ago.
“Hey, we use oil, by the way.” He said right as you were about to walk away again.
“Sorry?”
“We use oil for the grill. Just for future reference. You can tell customers if they ask again.”
“Oh, thanks.” You said, almost a whisper.
“No problem.”
Everyone you had met today had told you at least one thing about staying away from Eddie. They said to stay on his good side, or even to just avoid him whenever you could. You were glad you didn’t follow that advice, because he actually seemed really sweet.
In fact, he was actually brightening your day slightly. He was being nice and patient when some others haven’t been so forgiving today.
Later, while you were pouring some glasses of water for the family in the corner, Steve stopped and stood next to you.
“Did you get yelled at?” He asked you. “I didn’t stay around long enough to hear.”
You shook your head, barely looking up from the cups. “No. It went fine.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Fine? What did you ask?”
“Something similar to you. About a customer’s diet thing, I guess.”
“Oh, you go to hell.” Steve joked. He walked away, over to where Robin was standing, glad you weren’t on the receiving end of Eddie’s temper, but also annoyed that he was.
You continued to go about your shift, not putting much thought into Eddie being nice to you while quite short to your friend. It was honestly hard to think about anything other than the lunch rush and how to deal with almost every table in the diner being full.
You barely even noticed that you were almost done with your shift and other servers were about to come in and take your place. The time only clicked in your head after a customer asked how much longer you had in your shift after you mentioned to them it had been a somewhat long day.
You checked your watch and sure enough, the day felt ready to leave because your shift was almost over.
As you waited out the last little bit of your shift, you made sure everyone at your tables was doing okay and didn’t need anything urgently. Once you assured everything was settled, you went to the back and into the staff room where you had left your stuff this morning.
Robin was already there when you walked in. She stood there waiting for you and Steve, her backpack on her shoulders like a child waiting to be picked up after school.
“So what are we thinking? Do we like this job or do we have to quit and find a new one?” She asked, and you didn’t doubt that she was serious.
“I like it.” You shrugged. “We’ll have to see how Steve feels too, but I’m not hating it so far.”
And speak of the devil, Steve walked in, looking like he had just spent the whole day doing hard labour.
“Sounds like we might have to quit. He looks rough and it’s just been one day.” Robin half-joked.
“What? No way.” Steve decided. “One day here and I’ve already made more tips than I ever made at Scoops Ahoy!”
“From the ladies!” You taunted, laughing with Robin.
“Yeah, the old ones.” Steve clarified. “They love me.”
You and Robin burst out into a fit of giggles. You had noticed Steve laying on the charm earlier for a table of mall-walkers, and you could affirm that he seemed completely in his element.
“So we’re staying?” You asked once you calmed your laughter.
“Absolutely. Best place to get money so I can keep driving you ladies around.”
“Speaking of which, I’m hungry so we should get going. You’re driving!”
The three of you gathered your stuff and opened the door to head out the staff exit of the restaurant. And guess who was leaned up against the wall by the dumpster taking a smoke break? Your new work friend, Eddie Munson.
Steve and Robin barely acknowledged him as you all walked by, but you gave him a little wave and a polite smile.
“Have a good night.” He told you, much to Steve and Robin’s surprise.
“Yeah, you too.” You said with a smile. You could feel heat in your cheeks, but you weren’t entirely sure about the reason.
When you got into Steve’s car, you were still fighting—and losing the fight against—a giddy smile gracing your lips. Steve noticed it when he sat down next to you, and Robin saw it by looking up to the rearview mirror.
“So, it looks like you’re doing just fine with the new job.” Robin teased you.
“Yeah, I don’t mind it.” You responded, pretending you didn’t know what she was really talking about.
“And what about the line cook over there?”
“Eddie? Yeah, we talked a little today. He’s nice.”
“That’s because he likes you.” Steve said plainly.
You were slightly taken aback by his bluntness. You were sure that wasn’t the case. Steve was probably just joking around, trying to get under your skin, but you’d be lying if the idea didn’t flatter you.
“Maybe he just felt bad for me or something. Or maybe you guys just haven’t given him a chance.”
Steve and Robin made eye contact in the mirror and widened their eyes, communicating in their own little language. They were wondering if you were really that oblivious, and how long it would take you to realize.
From that moment, they started counting the days until things clicked for you.
#eddie munson#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson x y/n#eddie munson x fem!reader#eddie munson x female reader#line cook!eddie munson#eddie munson au#eddie munson fluff#eddie munson fanfic#line cook!eddie x waitress!reader#apple of my eye#stranger things#stranger things au#stranger things fanfic#stranger things fluff
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With You through every Season ~
(5th Anniversary Story Event - Me and You, Always)
▪︎ Gilbert von Obsidian
this is a fan translation so please don't expect it to be 100% accurate. creative liberties have been taken. all content belongs to cybird. reblogs are appreciated but do not repost. hope you enjoy!
story is from gilbert's pov
~chapter 2
Emma: If I’m going to make your heart skip a beat—
In the small pool, so symbolic of summer, Emma’s hand gently cupped my cheek.
Her face leaned in—and just when I thought she might kiss me, she suddenly gave my cheek a playful bite.
Emma: This kind of thrill is much better.
Gilbert: Oh?
(So my little rabbit gets excited when someone bites her cheek, huh.)
(Feels like a totally different kind of thrill than a ghost story, though…)
Gilbert: So this is your idea of how to spend the summer?
When I bit her cheek in return, a shy, bashful smile bloomed across her face.
Emma: This is our own way of spending summer.
Emma: It’s hard to feel the seasons here in Obsidian, after all…
Emma: So I thought… maybe we could start making our own little traditions like this, together.
(So that’s where this is going, huh.)
Emma: ...You don’t like the idea?
She didn’t miss it—the faint flicker of hesitation, the subtle shift in my expression that hinted at discomfort.
Gilbert: Of course I do. Why wouldn't I?
(That wasn’t a lie.)
Gilbert: It’s just… something new to look forward to.
(I... really wasn’t lying…)
As the gentle summer came to an end, Obsidian slowly began to fall under the assault of a harsher, more unforgiving climate.
Gilbert: ……
Roderic: ...Prince Gilbert, please refrain from taking your frustration out on your cane.
As I walked along, I finally earned a complaint after repeatedly poking at Roderic with my cane.
But the moment I smiled and let the tip dig in just a bit, the protest vanished from beneath the hood.
Gilbert: She’s been holed up in the kitchen all this time, completely ignoring me.
Roderic: Lady Emma is simply devoted to preparing something delicious for you, Prince Gilbert…
Gilbert: Still doesn’t mean she should be ignoring me, does it?
Gilbert: I don’t care if it’s harvest season or whatever—so food matters more to her than I do?
(Ever since autumn started, she’s been locking herself in the kitchen every spare moment.)
(Even though she’s the one who said she wouldn’t leave me lonely...)
Roderic: By the way, Prince Gilbert—where exactly are you heading…?
Gilbert: The kitchen.
Roderic: You mustn’t.
Gilbert: Why not?
Roderic: Lady Emma reminded you several times, did she not?
Roderic: She was very clear—you mustn’t peek inside until she says it’s okay.
Gilbert: I sat through that ridiculous meeting earlier, didn’t I? The least you can do is be on my side.
Roderic: Even so…
Gilbert: Hmm? What is it?
Roderic: ...Lady Emma, she...
Gilbert: What is it? I can't hear you.
Roderic: ……My sincerest apologies, Lady Emma…
Crushed by guilt, Roderic stepped aside, and I made my way into the kitchen alone.
What greeted me was a gentle sweetness in the air—and Emma, fast asleep with her head resting on the counter, sitting in a chair.
(Ah… no wonder she wanted to keep this place off-limits.)
As my eyes wandered, I saw all kinds of sweets lined up—likely test batches of her creations.
Beside her lay a well-used notebook, filled to the brim with cute little doodles and densely packed writing.
(Looks like a recipe journal. Was she planning some kind of autumn tea party...?)
Carefully, so as not to wake her, I turned the pages.
Test Batch 1: Sweet and tasty, but too much sugar—bad for the body, so no good.
Test Batch 2: Cut too much sugar, not tasty… need to find a better substitute.
Test Batch 3: The sweetness is just right, but if I can’t scale it up, he might not be satisfied.
(Really now… how can you go this far for a villain like me?)
(You didn’t have to try so hard just to give me “autumn”...)
--flashback--
Albert: Gil! I found some beautiful autumn leaves. Want to make leaf crafts together?
--flashback ends--
(…When I’m with you, I end up remembering things I’d rather not.)
(Why is it that the kind people around me are always trying to gift me the seasons...?)
Emma: Mm..
I stopped turning the pages at Emma's slight stirring.
Thankfully, she showed no sign of waking.
(......)
(…Back in Rhodolite, wasn’t autumn all about celebrating the harvest and eating together?)
(Obsidian has no such traditions… but still—)
The next day, I left a note that read,
"Since you're ignoring me, I'm bored—so I'm off to conquer the world."
Emma burst into the lab, panic written all over her face.
Emma: Gil! Please don’t do anything reckless—!
Emma: …Wait, what?
Gilbert: Heehee, if you’d been just a bit later, things might’ve gotten really interesting.
Emma: What… exactly are you doing?
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#ikemen prince#ikepri#ikepri jp#ikepri gilbert#ikepri gilbert translations#gilbert von obsidian#ikemen prince translations#ikepri translations#ikemen prince gilbert#d: strangergraphics#イケメン王子
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contigo, siempre
pairing: marc guiu x reader
summary: in which marc gets substituted early only to find out that you are in labour
warnings: pregnancy, labour
requested on my wattpad!
fifteen minutes in, and marc's legs already ached in that familiar way — the burn that meant he was fully locked into the game. chelsea was pressing high, the ball zipping across the pitch, and he’d just made a deep run into the box, heart racing, hoping for a cross that never came.
then he saw it.
his number.
he blinked up at the fourth official, not quite registering it. why him? it wasn’t tactical — he’d been playing well. his chest was still rising and falling fast, and when he jogged over to the sideline, the manager stepped forward.
there was a look in his eyes that made marc's stomach twist.
“she’s in labour,” the manager said, quiet and firm. “go. now.”
marc didn’t even respond. he just turned and ran, boots still on, shirt sticking to his back, mind spinning with a million thoughts and none at all.
the hospital was colder than he expected. bright, white, too quiet compared to the noise still ringing in his ears from the pitch. he followed the nurse’s voice without really hearing her, legs moving like they had in the last minutes of a game — fast, clumsy, full of adrenaline.
then he saw you.
you were sitting up in bed, cheeks flushed, eyes closed tight as a contraction took over. the second your head turned and you saw him, something in your whole body softened.
“marc,” you whispered, like you weren’t sure if he was real.
“i’m here,” he said, breathless, voice barely holding steady. “i made it. i’m here.”
he dropped his bag to the floor and crossed to you, taking your hand in both of his. you gripped his fingers like a lifeline. he pressed his forehead to yours, still panting, still in his boots.
“you came,” you murmured, already tearing up.
“of course i did. i wasn’t gonna miss this.” he kissed your knuckles, then your temple, like you were breakable and brave all at once. “you’re so strong. i’m so proud of you, cariño.”
the hours passed slowly, but also too fast. marc didn’t sit down once. he held your hand through every contraction, whispered quiet encouragements when you cried, wiped your forehead with trembling hands and kissed your wrist over and over.
“you’re okay,” he whispered. “you’re not alone. i’ve got you.”
and then, suddenly, she was here.
a cry filled the room. marc stood frozen, eyes wide, chest rising and falling as he watched a tiny, pink, wriggling baby get placed gently in your arms. your hands shook as you held her. he didn’t even realize he was crying until his vision blurred.
“she’s real,” you whispered, looking up at him. “she’s ours.”
marc reached out and touched her cheek, his fingers so gentle it felt like a whisper.
“she’s so small,” he said, almost laughing through the tears. “she’s so… perfect.”
you nodded, still breathless, exhausted. “you missed the second half.”
“yeah,” he said, finally sitting beside you. “but i won something better.”
you rested your head against his shoulder, her heartbeat pressed against yours, his arm tight around your back.
“i love you,” he said, into your hair.
“i love you too amor. siempre.”
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i don’t know much IPA and have tended to think it’s most useful for linguistics/comparing languages more than in reference to a specific language, but i’m really starting to see the upsides because this discussion on how to pronounce ครับ* is killing me 😭

well. none of those words are right but it's not like i have a better idea…
not judging the op at all! they’re asking a reasonable question (‘english speaker’ eliding over some number of relevant regional distinctions in pronunciation notwithstanding) that just does not have a good answer because languages do not all make the same set of distinctions around sounds.
(the suggestion to listen to how people say it is of course right and arguably the only perfectly correct answer.)
*the male polite particle in thai, most commonly transliterated ‘krab’ but of course the whole problem here is that that doesn’t quite tell you how to pronounce it unless you’re already familiar with the transliteration system or know it from hearing it...
#‘cup’ might be closest in my accent? ‘crop’ or ‘crab’ are more correct in a transliteration sense#and yet i think if you tell a (northeast american) native english speaker to say those english words. they’ll be farther away#the r is complicated and may or not be audible in practice#but also there are other interactions that aren’t quite captured by the bare consonants and vowels#e.g. english doesn't have a short/long vowel distinction or tones#but while ‘cup’ isn’t quiiite the right vowel it’s close and i think it’s more likely to be said closer to a short sound and high tone#maybe not though! the distinctions aren't marked in english and it’s probably idiosyncratic depending on the speaker#anyway i think the question of ‘closest pronunciation’ is honestly quite interesting#but really there is just not going to be a substitute for hearing it#may.txt#language tag
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this whole epilogue is just a little treat for me oh my god. "familiar faces arrive in simulanka" does not even begin to cover it
#personal stuff#thorn plays genshin#literally gasped aloud seeing kaeya and jean#the besties........ hi.... i missed you guys so much. i'll cry#why'd the eng add that line in for kaeya. sounds like he just says ''thank you [?] miss''. why do they make him flirty he's just being nice#alice inviting the knights to simulanka once everything has calmed down... kaeya making jean take a break... what if i cry#kaeya i'm sorry . if it were up to me i never would have let you drink literal magic ink#COLLEI'S HERE TOO YIPPEE#we need to stop sneaking up on her. i feel bad whenever she gets scared :(#AWWW. she sounds happy to hear from him and wants to go say hello................... growth from her voicelines omg#AND MONA'S HERE TOO. WOOO#so glad we get to see her with the barbeloth stuff#i love when they use her idle animation in the middle of conversations it's neat :] also it using klee's constellation...#FISCHL TOO???? HII.#wanderer seeing fischl who absolutely does not remember him: oh god#ALBEDO AND KLEEEE. OH MY GOD.#klee saying mini durin is her big brother wAUUUGH.#alice just inviting her whole extended family [mondstadt + collei] is so so so so sweet. oh my god#HARD LEFT TURN?? HELLO??#albedo popping up to be like yeah that prophecy that durin will come back to life is true i've been studying it.#HELLO?????#REALLY interesting stuff. cannot believe they stuck this in a limited time event. Again#not sure if durin really will be the one coming back to life?they'd have to remodel all of dragonspine if so. or get him a new body#but yeah it just says ''rhinedottir's child'' will come back to life that could be any one of her creations right?#anyway we didn't get a fontaine event with albedo visiting elynas but this is a suitable substitute. i liked it a lot
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#so that dotd rewrite is out and i have some thoughts on it but i wouldn't know where to put them.. maybe in here bc i don't actually feel -#- like making a whole ass text post. this is coming from me as criticism and not hate.. just some crit from one fan to another if you get m#SPOILERS AHEAD >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>#first off props to the team because this was obv a labor of love - 4 and a half years to make a feature long fan movie is hard work#and the animated stuff was a really nice touch and very commendable - you don't see them too often in big fanworks#in terms of the story well.. there are some things i like and some things that i don't (personally) again no hate#i'm aware this is a rewrite and boy howdy it IS a rewrite - though i am a bit sad that percy doesn't end up being the protagonist and it's#- thomas that has to play hero again.. like i kinda get it but what made the original dotd stand out was that percy was given the spotlight#so i spent an ungodly amount of time wondering when percy was gonna take charge or step into the main story to resolve the problem.. sigh#i liked that they tried to give norman more of a character bc a lot of characters do often get neglected in the series but it was kind of -#- hard to sell that for me? the twist in this rewrite was very creative and i do appreciate it but i guess it just ain't for me#“different” is ok and this is just one of many fan rewrites for this particular story#if there was something i enjoyed.. i guess the beginning was still kind of exciting because the set up was honestly like hype a bit#i liked that diesel and d10 actually got to interact face to face and there are clearer dynamics established for the diesels#and also. silverband's performances as d10 will always be fun he does a fantastic job voicing him (how d10 stole xmas will still be my fav)#my criticisms for this movie also derive from the pacing and the voice acting - i found it hard to try and understand tones sometimes -#- because the delivery felt so off.. like don't get me wrong not everyone in the fandom is a voice actor but if we're using static faces -#- for these fan works the delivery has to be a little more clear or else it'll sound like you're reading from a script.. sorry yall :"|#for the pacing i found it a bit hard to parse when some things were going on and how fast things were progressing#as well as the crashes.. that's also another thing bc i couldn't tell bc of the sfx and audio balancing - it could be better..#i wanna say. muffled voices do not substitute for a “far away”/off-screen voice bc i still can't hear it :“|#there were a lot of throwbacks and references to older thomas media/movies but some of them felt a little.. much?#if this is a dotd rewrite why are we getting some parallels with tatmr.. but i digress. at least they made diesel beef with duck a bit#there's a lot more i could say but i'm keeping those to myself. at the end of the day this fan movie was hard work for everyone involved#and you can tell some of the folks were having fun in there - props to them! i'm always glad to see more fan works in the community#we've come so far we're making feature length fan stories and rewrites that's crazy! i hope to see more in the future#fauxtrainpost.txt
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me whenever i sleep for a respectable amount of time instead of 12 hours straight: wow it’s amazing how many hours there are in a day. you can really get so much done when you wake up before 5pm !
#i had to get up early against my will#i saw my substitute therapist for the first time today and it went pretty well!#i don’t see myself sticking with her still when my regular therapist gets back from maternity leave#but it was kind of nice just hearing a different perspective on things#not that my regular therapist hasn’t been doing a good job#but i honestly think having a little bit of a change might do me some good..#like the things we discussed and the things she wants me to work on are the same#but ofc since she’s a different person with a different background she just approaches it kind of differently#maybe she will teach me some really useful things that i can continue to use when i go back to my regular therapist :)#anyways. i stopped for some ice cream after my appointment it’s cotton candy#sigh. just trying to enjoy some time before my dreaded birthday…#which i am going to try and make the best of but i don’t have high hopes for it#snow.txt
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Okay so like. You know your own name as a kid, right?
You remember how it sounds, how your parents say it, how your friends say it- you learn how to spell it, and maybe even what it means and why it was given to you, and it's yours.
It's not a tangible, physical thing, like your hair or your fingernails, but it's yours. It belongs to you.
So, like. Imagine there comes a point in life where everyone gets their name tattooed to their forehead, or something.
Could be when they're two. Could be when they're twenty. Hell, it could be when they're eighty, or ninety-nine, or whenever. But it's everybody, and it's inevitable, and it happens.
Now imagine the time comes for you, and you get up after and look in the mirror and realize they spelled it wrong.
And you have to go outside and live your life in a world where everybody is so totally used to knowing people's names on sight that not a single person second-guesses that your parents named you Susam, or Ahley, or Benjabib.
And you know it's wrong, every time you hear it, but you can choose to explain every single time- every time you're called in a coffee queue, every time a teacher picks you in class, every time you meet a new person or bump into a stranger or are greeted on the street, by children and employers and door-to-door salesmen and your fucking waitress- or you can kind of just learn to grit your teeth and ignore it.
You still notice, of course- maybe you learn to accept it, maybe you hate it every time, but whether you do anything about it or not, you still know. You know people have the wrong word for you in your head.
You know they still mean YOU, but it's not you.
So what's your solution?
Do you shrug, decide it doesn't matter, and go about your life?
Do you smear the typo over with foundation, pencil in new letters every morning?
Do you stare into the mirror sometimes and think, "wow, I should really get that fixed"?
Maybe you save up your money and get it removed, or covered up, or changed to something else. Maybe the whole damn thing was wrong, and you've been a Jacob running around as a Hailey this whole damn time.
That's the best way to explain it. It's not an easily-provable thing, or a demonstrable thing, or a feeling I can one-for-one substitute as something else-
but that's what it's like to know you're not a girl.
#Based on a conversation with a family member#It's fine if you don't get it Brendo that probably means you haven't experienced it#Oh sorry “Brenda”#My bad
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AITA for going no contact with my brother after he pulled a scare on my husband?
EDIT: For those of you coming here from my brother’s post (X) to shit on me, you look like idiots. Try to have an original thought and really contemplate who’s telling the truth after hearing both sides.
I (32f) am one of three siblings. We come from a very well off family. My dad is a former Cryptid and he pioneered the Hook Man in the 70s, so he still gets residuals off of that. We grew up very comfortable and with the ability to do anything we wanted in life. My older brother went to a very prestigious school and my dad gave him the money for tuition. Because my older brother got scholarships, he was able to save some of that money. Right now he works in human tech (very lucrative), but his long-term plan is to use the money to start a Cyber Spook business once he is satisfied with his knowledge foundation.
I ended up taking a gap year before going to community college, but I never felt anything click. I worked part-time jobs spinning out scarer costumes and even did some part-time work as a slasher before deciding it wasn’t for me. I finally found my calling when I offered to help cater for my high school reunion, and now I run a fairly successful catering business.
When it came time for my younger brother, “Steve,” to get his money, he didn’t tell anyone what he was going to use it for. He was working as a Slasher at a small firm in town. We all assumed he’d either go to Scare School or invest the money to start a business like our older brother did.
So when Steve showed up to Halloween dinner one day, six feet taller with extra joints in his arms and legs, we were all shocked.
Dad was furious. He gave us all the same talk about the scare industry when we got our first part-time jobs documenting missions at his company. He told us that scare work was hard and backbreaking. We couldn’t buy our way into it or use his connections to become successful. If we were interested in it, we had to work our way up from the ground like he did. If we didn’t, we’d more than likely end up dead at the hands of a final girl.
He especially emphasized that mods had to be considered carefully and were NOT a substitute for skill.
Steve thought they were. When his company didn’t pay him back for his body modification AND didn’t promote him from Slasher to Regional Nightmare, he quit. But the surgeries drained his cash and he couldn’t afford his apartment anymore. He had to move back in with Mom and Dad. As always, Mom totally coddled him. She said that he didn’t have to pay rent and agreed with whatever he said when he’d go on these long tirades about his former company.
I could tell Dad wasn’t happy with the arrangement, but he’s never been able to go against Mom. So he mostly kept his mouth shut though he did try to get Steve a job at his old company. However, last I heard, Steve was set against anything corporate and was spending a dozen hours a day driving around using the app SlashDash to find jobs.
About a year and a half ago, I was over for dinner with Steve, Mom and Dad. Steve was talking about work. He said SlashDash wasn’t working out for him and was taking too many fees out. I offered advice since I’d done Slashing in high school. I recommended sites like Scarework and Midnighterr to get more gigs.
Mom told me I interrupted Steve. She gestured for him to continue and tell me about his exciting new setup.
Steve told me he was beyond the sites I recommended. He said he’d bought a scanner so he could listen to broadcasts of active corporate missions. When those fail, he arrives on scene to kill any straggling humans before the scare company in question can send a cleanup crew. And since he’s a Slasher on their scene, they have to give him emergency pay for doing it. It’s a total ambulance-chaser, bottom-feeder move.
Dad was just staring at his plate, not saying anything, but I could tell he was ashamed of Steve. Steve was bragging about being a vulture in the profession Dad helped build.
I asked Steve if he was proud of himself for living off of leftovers. Steve blew up at me, but so did Mom. She chided me for not respecting my brother’s hard work and that his idea to get a scanner was genius, not predatory.
After that dinner, Steve and I rarely talked. Most of the news I got about him came from our older brother bitching about Steve badgering him for scare connections or Mom bragging about Steve killing and “meeting quota.” She would get very cold with me when I told her he was finishing a quota someone else started and not doing his own work. She told me if I couldn’t respect Steve, then I was welcome to not come over while he lived with her.
(Yes, Steve’s always been the golden child.)
I stopped interfering with Steve and focused on my own life. Shortly after, I met my wonderful fiancé “Reginald” while catering an event at Dad’s old company. Reginald is the head of sanitation and he’s the one who gets sent out to clean up any unexpected events during a Scare (like any magical residue or body parts that can’t be explained away through human means). He used to want to be a Cryptid, but he’s got a heart condition that prevents him from working in the field. He says that he’s happy being the “janitor” and happier being with me 😊
Reginald and I got engaged after only eight months of dating. Dad always says that when you know, you know. I invited everyone in my family to an engagement party. Steve didn’t bother answering the invitation. Even though Steve and I weren’t on good terms, I was still hurt when he didn’t show.
When I confronted him about it afterwards, he said that he’d been promoted to Regional Nightmare and he was patrolling his territory, and that’s why he couldn’t come. I asked him what company he was working for, and he said he was still using the scanner.
I pointed out that he couldn’t be a Regional Nightmare without a state license since only the state can assign territories. He started going on and on about being his own “Monster” (and let me tell you, extra joints DOESN’T make you a Monster, those guys are way more committed) and that he had passed the state exam.
When I told Reginald about my brother calling himself a Regional Nightmare, he was concerned. He works closely with the legal department, and he said that Steve is opening himself up to lawsuits by declaring public slashing grounds as his “territory.” He offered to talk to Steve.
We went over to Mom and Dad’s house together to confront him. Dad didn’t know he was calling himself a Regional Nightmare and he went pale when I told them why we were there. Reginald explained to Steve and Mom that being certified was different than being licensed. Legally, Steve is a Slasher even if he can control shadows now (which is a VERY expensive talent to acquire if you aren’t born with it. I think Mom may have paid for it).
The conversation didn’t go well. Steve said a lot of nasty things about Reginald not hacking it as Slasher and claimed he was just jealous. He picked on Reginald’s health which I had me seeing red. I asked Steve what there was to be jealous of since he still mooches off of our parents? Mom got involved and it went downhill from there.
All this to say that I didn’t expect Steve to show up at my gender reveal party less than 5 months later.
Reginald and I weren’t planning on kids this early, but we knew it was meant to be as soon as I got that pregnancy test back. We decided to put off our wedding so that our baby can be part of the ceremony that makes us a family. That being said, I did still have a lot of things ordered for the wedding so I turned the day into a baby shower/gender reveal instead.
That brings us to the party my lovely brother wrote about. First of all, he wasn’t invited by me. Mom invited him, and when I found out, I wasn’t happy with her, considering he never apologized to Reginald after our last fight.
Reginald was stuck at work (some idiot brought together a whole summer camp of final girls and the aftermath was brutal) so I had to force myself to be a good hostess. It was mostly fine. We have good friends and my older brother was very kind in helping me with some of the baby games we were planning to play when Reginald finally got there.
Steve, however, was NOT helpful.
He was annoying the whole time. He messed with the kitchen and he hounded the guests. I’m PREGNANT and the smell of raw meat triggers my gag reflex. He took the meat off the heat without me noticing and basically prevented me from eating lunch with everyone else.
Additionally, Steve claimed in his post that the party was dying??? Reginald and Dad have a lot of friends in common so the party did NOT die. They were all interested in talking to Dad. Dad’s voice is very quiet and raspy from strain over the years, so everyone was being quiet to hear him better. Steve was the one practically screaming over him to talk about his scummy job. The new Hook Man who succeeded Dad was there and Steve basically treated the poor man like a novice even though he’s a Cryptid.
Reginald finally got home and I could tell he was exhausted when I met him at the door. He still put on a smile for me though and said he didn’t need to miss out even when I told him it would be okay. He wanted to be there in our big moment to celebrate our family. He went upstairs to change.
I went back to the guests to tell them that we would start the games soon. That’s when I heard Reginald scream and fall down the stairs.
I’ll never forget the look on Reginald’s face. He was lying at the base of the stairs and looked like he was dying. He was gasping for breath and clutching at his chest. I was terrified his heart was giving up. I asked Hook Man to call an ambulance.
That’s when Steve started laughing.
I lost it. I screamed at Steve to get out. He told me to calm down, he’d just scared Reginald a little bit as a joke. I told him he knew about Reginald’s heart condition and that it was incredibly disrespectful to scare my fiancé in our own house.
He said he didn’t mean to scare him that bad, but that he was just better at it than he thought. His scares were too powerful. He seemed smug and was still laughing.
I accused him of intentionally hurting Reginald because of the licensing versus certification argument we had. I said he was a bully and an idiot.
Mom jumped in and said it was an accident.
Dad FINALLY said something. He shadow-walked (the first time in YEARS) up the stairs and hooked Steve by the neck. He dragged all twelve feet of him down the stairs and told him to get out.
Steve said, “For what? It’s not my fault that weak-hearted son of a bitch can’t take a joke.”
Dad lost it. He told Steve a REAL scarer wouldn’t use their abilities like that on their own families. He told Mom and Steve it didn’t matter if he meant it as a joke. The fact is he used his scare tactics on a layperson, and he could get blacklisted from the profession for it.
Dad kicked Steve out and told him he wasn’t welcome back into the basement until he got a REAL job. Steve kept arguing, but the paramedics arrived then and I lost track of the rest of it.
I went with Reginald to the hospital where Reginald insisted we both get checked out. The stress wasn’t good for the baby and doctor told me it might be best to go on maternity leave sooner rather than later. Reginald is also going to be taking a leave from work. He had a heart attack because of my brother.
Things could have ended worse, but they didn’t end well. I told my parents that I refuse to have Steve at my wedding or even to see my child after they’re born (and now I STILL don’t know the gender! Only our older brother knows since he got the gender reveal cake).
Mom started to protest, but Dad said he understood. He said that both he and Mom just wanted me to be happy and healthy and that they would take care of Steve.
So now I leave it up to you. Having read both of our posts, who do you think is the real asshole? My brother for being “proud” of scaring my fiancé into a heart attack at our baby’s gender reveal party? Or me for never talking to said brother again for the health of my future family?
AITA?
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Just Once - Say Yes
werewolf!Chan x fem!reader
warnings! MDNI 18+, biting, very slight blood mentions, PIV, no protection, rut, knotting, fingering, nipple play, reader says it hurts once, breeding mentions, monsterfucking? (I could have done more)
notes! you know im down bad when I get wet from just seeing images of chan like what the fuck?
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Chan knows he’s not supposed to be here, yet, that’s exactly where he is. It’s almost as if he’s not in control of his body and in a way he’s not. Your scent fills his nose even through the shut door of your bedroom. You’re sleeping, he figures. He can hear your steady, slow breaths and the gentle snores.
His feet are planted, head resting on the wooden door as he groans. Chan wants so desperately to wake you up. To softly knock on your door until you answer in the dead of the night. Maybe seeing you will satiate his thirst. Just a glance at your figure can help him - it will be enough, but he’s not thinking rationally right now. He can’t. Not when his rut is at an all-time high. Chan is on top of his suppressors, but his breeding period and the full moon makes for an unbearable combo.
He knows you will answer no matter how late it is. Chan can easily imagine you opening the door, dazed and confused. He would tell you he’s having a hard time by himself, tell you that he desperately needs your help.
Or maybe he wouldn’t say anything at all. He could just grab your plush hips and pull you into a kiss. Maybe you’d mumble sleepy questions, squeak when his hands find the fat of your ass, but you’d let him. He knows you would.
That’s why he has to leave. Now. His cock throbs just thinking about how pliant you are for him. He tells himself that he’ll be satisfied with his hand or his fleshight which makes a shitty substitute. Chan knows breeding a human during such an intense time would be too much, too rough for them. As much as his body and wolf beg for you, that sliver of humanity is intact.
So he whines, quiet and high. Chan wills his legs to move, stepping back until he’s no longer pressed against your door. The floorboards creak under his feet with every step. He swears they’re telling him to go back, to bang on your door and pump you until he’s sure you’re knocked up. He really has lost it, convinced that the wood beneath is telling him to screw you.
Unbelievable.
He’s too busy laughing and fighting with himself to hear you slip out of bed. Chan misses your quiet feet treading to your bedroom door, slowly opening it as you adjust your eyes in the dark.
“Channie?”
The floorboards must be cursed to sound like you or maybe his rut is just that bad. He tried to brush off your call as him going insane, but the hair on his neck stands and the smell of you is so much stronger. Chan doesn’t want to turn around for your sake. His composure will break and he doesn’t want to imagine what you look like right now.
“What are you doing out here?” You sound so tired barely coming out of your slumber. Chan doesn’t sense any fear from you, not even worry. You’re far too sleepy to feel anything beyond confusion. The trust you have for your lover, even if he is half beast, is endearing. It makes his heart swell and his stomach turn. He can’t tell if your love for him is naive or pure. Perhaps both.
He’s going to tell you that he’s okay. He just had a bad dream and needed to walk around the house for a bit. It’s not uncommon to see your boyfriend wandering the house late at night; you know how difficult it is for him to sleep. Chan was going to tell you, but he felt your hand wrap around his bicep. You gently tug him until he faces you and what a mistake that is. You’re dressed in a shirt much too big for you, his shirt. It barely goes past your ass and your pebbled nipples poke through the fabric. Your eyes are squinted, lips swollen from sleep. Chan’s eyes are captivated by your human beauty when you say, “Channie, is everything okay?”
No, everything is not okay. Chan’s been fucking into his hand for hours pretending it’s you - he’s knotted into his toy countless times. When he did get the stupid courage to go to your door, he backed away. It’s even worse now his cock is leaking being so close to you.
You should have stayed sleeping.
His strong arms wrap around your torso, pulling you in. There’s no time to question him when Chan presses his lips against yours. Your lover is usually gentle during kisses. He takes time to cup your cheek, to tilt his head so your mouths can better align. If he was really into it, he would suck on your bottom lip only to bite it until you gasped.
He doesn’t kiss you like that now, not even in the slightest. His hands cup your ass just as he imagined. They knead and dig into your flesh, pressing you flush against his crotch. His lips are rough and messy. Your teeth clash almost animalistically and he hears you whine into the kiss. Chan can’t tell if you're whining due to the neediness from his mouth or cock. He knows you can feel his stiffness against your leg.
Your dainty hands find his chest to gently push at it. Chan’s usually good at reading the room, knowing what to do and when to do it. But this isn’t your Channie. He can’t even feel your fists when he keeps shoving his tongue down your throat. The taste of you is addicting. All he wants to do is feel you from the inside out. To have every part of him connected with you in the most primal way.
It’s not until you whimper again that he notices. Chan sucks harshly on your tongue before he pulls away with a string of saliva connecting your mouths. His eyes are dazed when he looks at your features. Your face is flushed and your eyes are wide. If you were still asleep before, you’re wide awake now. Chan can tell you’re trying to come up with what to say, but you already know. You can feel his boner on your thigh, you can see the glow in his eyes, and the fact that his body seems thicker, denser. Chan has only let you see him during the end of his rut. He’ll lock himself in his room for days until he’s ready to socialize. You could always hear him on the other side though. How the slick sounds of whatever he’s using are surely filled with cum. If you pressed your ear against the frame, you could hear him softly calling out your name. You wanted to see him so bad. No matter how many times you asked, Chan would turn you down. It’s too dangerous, he’d said. I don't want to hurt you.
But that Chan is nowhere to be found. Instead, you’re faced with the very wolf he’s tried so desperately to keep you from.
“Sorry,” he already knows what trouble you’ll be in tonight. “Hurts so bad. I can’t take it.” Chan grinds his cock to show you. “Just one knot. Just one I promise.” Ah, a promise. You both know how much Chan loves keeping his promises, but this is one he doesn’t know you’re hoping he’ll break.
He doesn’t even know why he’s asking. He doesn’t think stopping is possible at this point, but he’d try. Chan is already trying to ignore how his lips ache for yours and stop thinking about how perfectly your body molds into his, but you hold on to him tighter.
Chan doesn’t hear you say yes with how loud his blood drums in his ears, but he does see you nod. The sultry look in your eyes will do you more harm than good. He doesn't ask twice, doesn’t think twice. He smashes his lips against yours again, walking you back to your room without caring how you trip over your own feet.
You feel the bed on the back of your knees and Chan rips himself from the kiss. He pushes you on the mattress, quickly crawling over you as one of his hands lifts the shirt to your shoulder. You gasp at how quickly he’s moving. His hot mouth is already latched onto your nipple while his hand dips past your underwear.
By some magic, you’re already wet. Chan only plays with your clit for seconds before dripping his thick fingers into your heat. Squeals and wet pumps fill the room. Your back arches when he bites on your nipple, tugging the bud and letting go before doing it all over again. Bruises are already forming on your breast and Chan is eager to make your other match. His slick fingers pull from your pussy to tug your underwear down instead.
Your panties hang from one ankle, legs wide as Chan settles between them. The entrance of your cunt slightly gapes from his fingers. No time is wasted as he shrugs his boxers off, eyes never leaving your core. You almost want to close your legs from his staring, but you would miss the view of his cock springing free.
“Oh shit,” you gawk at his size. Chan’s always been thick, a fat head that always stretches you out just right. But this - this is massive. His rut must make everything bigger. Even the knot that sits at the base of his cock seems triple in size. “Channie, I don’t think- there’s no way in hell you can fit.”
But he’s already stroking himself. Your worries fall on deaf ears when his fat tip touches your clit. He moans at the feeling of your lips around him. He presses his cock so that it grinds against your flesh hard. Your mouth falls open, gaze dropping so you can see him rock against your pussy.
You think you could cum just like this. His engorged cock provides the perfect veins and ridges for stimulation. Still, your cunt clenches pathetically around nothing. Curiosity is a dangerous thing. It makes you think about what it would feel like to have his raw cock in you. Chan can tell you’re ready for it when you start grinding back, tilting your hips so his tip catches your entrance.
It’s going to fit - he’ll make sure. Even if you cry and beg for him to slow down, he knows your body will break for him.
And it does just that with the first intrusion. The swell of his cock easily slides into you with a few inches following before he meets the inevitable resistance of your tight cunt. You whine, hands finding purchase on the pillow beneath you. It doesn't hurt, not in the slightest, but you can feel the pressure. Your walls clench and squeeze his girth until he forces himself to pull an inch out.
“Baby, shit,” he breathes. Chan attempts to gain composure through controlled inhales and exhales. “Why are you always so tight?”
Before you can even think about answering his rhetorical question, he thrusts himself deeper. Chan follows his breath, using his airflow as a metronome. In, out, in, out. Deeper, inch by inch, before he sees his knot come to contact with your cunt.
He’s trying, really trying not to just pin your hands down by your sides and fuck his hips into you. Instead, he keeps his hands at your thighs, but he’s not sure if that’s any better. Chan’s claws dig into your tender flesh leaving marks that nearly split your skin. It must hurt with how hard he’s gripping you but your eyes roll to the back of your head with every thrust.
Just like he thought, you’re so good to him. Even with your pretty whines and whimpers, you’re still such a good girl for your Channie.
Such a good girl.
It gets to him: your flushed cheeks, your bouncing tits, the moans that tumble from your swollen lips, and how your hands have moved from the pillow to try and grasp onto him instead. You must want more, he reasons. You must with the cream he sees coating his length every time he pulls out. You must with how you’re chanting his name, nearly sobbing it.
You must with how you make his knot ache, begging to already shove its way inside you and spill.
Chan can imagine it, he can taste it. It’s such a strong need that he growls, his sharp canines showing from his lips pulled back into an animalistic snarl. Saliva drips down his teeth when he thinks about biting you. Leaving marks on your neck that will only help hold you down while his knot finds its place in your womb. You hardly notice the droll seeping your tummy, too caught up with how harshly Chan is fucking into you.
You do, however, feel how his hips change pace. They get harder, sloppier as if he’s trying to shove that god-forsaken knot into you.
“Channie!” It’s half-panicked and half-breathless. “Wait! That’s not - hng! I can’t-”
“You can,” he snarls. “And I will.”
Now you can see his teeth that clamp down so hard that his drool is tinted with pink. This is the first time you’ve seen him for what he truly is - a beast. A monster in its purest form with eyes that seem to glow, pitch-black nails that will surely leave marks for weeks, and canines you know can shred you in a second.
Even with all of that, you know that this man - this wolf - is Channie. Your Channie.
So you don’t whine against him anymore. You don’t try to escape him when he lays his head in between your shoulder and neck to sink his teeth into. You embrace the bite, fully expecting unbearable pain, but instead, it’s blinded by the stretch of his knot in you.
Pleasure and pain intertwine, unable to separate from each other when Chan completely surrounds you. But your body reacts before your brain can. You let out a yelp and scratch your dull nails down his sculpted back. Chan moans into your neck at the feeling, shoving his hips impossibly deeper just to feel you do it again.
“Sh-shit! Channie! Hurts…” but he doesn’t see your eyes roll to the back of your head at the feeling of his seed pumping into you.
Chan doesn’t reply, can’t reply with how he’s pulled his teeth from you and begun licking your wounds. But he knows. His balls tense and release with every spurt of cum he gives you and you whimper with every pump.
He’ll apologize in the morning; pamper you and make sure that you’re well rested. He’ll make sure to take care of you real good, especially with the chance of you giving him pups.
Fuck. He can’t think like that. His cock jumps at the thought and he swears his knot swells all over again. Chan inhales your human scent, reminding him that you’re his priority no matter how much his rut makes him needy to breed. But even in his frenzy state, he doesn’t dare to tell you knotting can last up to 30 minutes.
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Substitute
Danny as Phantom, bored out of his mind tried his best to keep his eyes open, this JL meeting, the meeting was about a cause of mind control or something, in short this was just boring,
he was here as a substitute for Constantine because that man ditched the last second, and left Phantom for himself.
His so gonna push the man off the ledge when he sees him.
Danny continued to dissociate, until he heard a familiar name, coming out of the dark knight's mouth.
"Ember? the popstar? batman do you really think she's the one doing this mind control thing?" Flash asked, he was also almost falling asleep until the popstar's name was said. "Man, Ember's songs are such a vibe, hope she's not some supervillain"
"It is not confirmed, All we know is that she might only be a meta civilian that really just wants to show the world her songs" Wonder woman reasoned, from the far end of the table.
"Until further notice, we shall gather some crimes she unknowingly did, and have her quarantined for the mean time." Batman stated at the other side of the table.
wait what? Quarantine Ember? His rogue and friend, no that wouldn't do.
"I need to disagree with you there Mr. Batman" Phantom called out gaining all the members attention
"And why is that, Phantom?" Superman asked for Batman, who only stared at the ghost with curiosity.
"Well, you did specifically said that members cannot, mess with other members rogues" Phantom exclaimed "If you mess with Ember you're practically breaking your own rules,"
"The Ember, is your rogue?" Flash said astonished. "Wait that means she's also a ghost like you, But why are you just letting her go around the world parading?"
"Yes she's a ghost like me, i let her parade the world because she's on a vacation I mean this whole world tour speaks for itself, putting her in quarantine will do no good for her or anyone, and the whole mind controlling thing is so last season for Ember, she just sucks the energy out of people who hear her songs so she herself can have energy." Phantom explained, floating down to sit on his designated chair. "Besides I keep track of her, to make sure she doesn't create havoc and overdue her powers, she hasn't mind controlled anyone that's for sure."
Phantom eyed batman who still remained, quiet, he looked like he was thinking of something deeply, whatever it was Danny didn't care as long as Ember and the other ghosts are safe.
"And how would you guarantee that Ember won't harm any human citizens?" Batman questioned.
"Oh that's easy, because I already told them what will happen, if they either try to hurt humans" Danny let out a smile that showed all his sharp fangs, his eyes glowed a toxic green, that made everyone in the room uncomfortable, his hair floated more aggressively and uncontrollably. "I think they got the message."
Everyone felt scared at that moment, just who the hell did Constantine, bring in here?
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Hi! This is my first time requesting ever but this is kinda based on something I do l a lot.
So like whenever I'm in class or a lecture I would usually play crk like to grind or finish up some things l so can I get self aware hcs for the usual cookies with something revolving around this please? Like maybe they can hear a bit of the lectures or conversations with friends (my friend would usually scold me a bit for playing games so yeah 😅)
I do that too, me and my friend. Sometimes the teachers late or there's a substitute so what better way to spend our time than to say hello to our favourite cookies (He still hasn't gotten his fav yet...soon guys soon)
((Reader is in college/university for this ask ^^))
Shadow Milk Oho? Not paying attention in class are you? If he was still the Fount of Truth he might be disappointed that you aren't studying but now, seeing you want to pay attention to him? How cute. He'll let it slide, just make sure to not get caught...than again, it could be fun to make it a challenge for you~
He's not that mean though don't worry!! He wouldn't do that...all the time, hey he can't help but have at least a little bit of fun with you by playing a voiceline out loud. What's that? You swear you turned down the volume? Whoops, did he have something to do that? He won't say anything, just look up at you through the screen with a big grin.
Pure Vanilla Oh no dearie :(( You should really pay attention in your lectures, don't get him wrong. He's a bit flattered you wish to pay attention to him rather than your lecture. Well, maybe you are but taking notes is important!!
He listens carefully with whatever the professor is taking about, making notes of it in hopes to subtly help you if you get stuck. How will he do this? He doesn't know, but he'll try!! He doesn't want to be the reason (even if it was you who opened the app) that your scores dropped.
Burning Spice Hah ha!! He likes the attention, even if you're just doing it so you can get your resources and grind (and see him) He doesn't care for whatever the lecturer is saying (unless it's something that peaks his interest) oh but he does enjoy see you try and hide your phone as you attempt to do your bounties. It looks like a fun game to him.
And hey, you're doing a great job aren't you? As far as he knows, you haven't been caught once yet! Quite the achievement he will say, you should be proud of yourself!! Just for you, he'll cut the wood faster so you can get your materials before the professor catches you.
Black Sapphire You're a sneaky one aren't you? Shouldn't you be paying attention to the topic and not the game? He doesn't complain though, he almost wants it. Whether or not your attention is going to be on him. Of course he would prefer if you paid attention to him buuttt, just the thought of the game he's apart in being seemingly more important then a lecture brings him a sense of joy.
Depending on the topic of your class, he may record whatever the professor is saying and broadcast it to the cookies. It's quite off from what he usually does but hey, some people may enjoy hearing about, say, how a criminal mind works.
Fire Spirit I think he'd encourage it, or try. It's not that he doesn't want you to listen to the lecture, he does know it'll be important for your future but...he can't help but yearn for that attention to be placed on him. He loves it, makes him feel all giddy and sunshine and rainbows and everything inside.
Just pray you have your volume turned down/off cuz he may be more louder to grab your attention if he can. He knows you're just doing your usual things quickly but you cannot tell me this man wouldn't be wanting your attention. If that doesn't work, expect to see him following where ever you got your screen is. He might even try to do multiple of your resource farming. How? He doesn't know himself, but he'll try!
((Fun fact, I once nearly forgot to turn down my volume of my phone when I was playing and the starting tune blasted through my schools hallways, not a fun time))
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Hiiii I don’t know if you are taking requests….but if you are I have a slightly odd one of you don’t mind.
I was just rewatching the hunger games and idk if you have read or seen the book/movies but I was wondering if you could do any of the marauders x reader in a sort of hunger games AU?
Okay hear me out… it’s like the cave scene in the first movie, one of the marauders (your choice) is injured and the reader finds them and tries to help them and it’s angsty with hurt/comfort and confessed feelings and the reader is like “I need to go get medicine for you” and the marauder is like “no I don’t want you to risk your life for me”
Anyways just a silly little idea bc I love your writing smmm
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Babe calling this idea "silly" is absolutely absurd of you haha, thanks for the request <3
cw: disabled Remus, typical thg universe angst, imaginings of death
tribute!Remus x tribute!reader ♡ 1.2k words
Since Remus’ name was drawn at the reaping, he’s known he was going to die. He can’t run fast or far. He’s no good for throwing spears or swinging an axe or really wielding anything that requires him to use both hands. He doesn’t have the charisma or good looks to win sympathy from sponsors. His best bet was always to survive on the vegetation in the arena for as long as he could and then curl up in some hidden place like a sick cat to die.
But you. Lovely, generous, softhearted you. You just won’t let it happen.
Your cave is damp. Dirt clings to Remus’ clothes and the air tastes of mildew. Every now and again, a drop of water will fall somewhere to his left, making an echoey plopping sound in some unseen puddle. It’s the loudest noise that’s passed through the cave for nearly an hour. Maybe it’s that taut silence that makes Remus’ voice come out so soft.
“You’re not really thinking of going.”
“I’m not?” you hum, noncommittal.
“No. You’re too smart for that.” He watches your face carefully. You’re looking down at your hands, practicing knots on a bit of rope, but at his words your brow tenses. Remus says gently, “You know it’d be a fool’s errand, and you’re not a fool.”
Your eyes flicker up to his. Dark in the low light of the cave, though it’s daytime outside. They’re Remus’ favorite color. “It doesn’t seem foolish to me.”
“It is,” he practically pleads. “It is.”
“Remus.” Your expression is resolute. “You need medicine.”
“I don’t.”
“You do.”
“It won’t matter.” His right leg is as fucked as it’s always been. Remus wasn’t allowed his cane in the arena, though it hardly mattered; even when he found a good stick to use as a substitute, he was never going to be as fast or as lethal as the other tributes. The throwing knife that sliced through his left thigh seemed almost a cruel joke of fate. Now he truly is useless. “I’m no good to you.”
“Yes, you are,” you insist stubbornly. You tug at the knot you’ve made, tossing the rope away from you.
“Sweetheart,” he gentles his tone, “I’m not. This is nothing to give your life for.”
“What about yours?”
Remus gnaws the inside of his cheek. He doesn’t know how to tell you what he’s known for weeks; that he was never going to make it out of here. That he was never driven by survival, only a half-desperate hope to distract the careers well enough to keep you safe. Now, your safety relies on him in a different, much more frightening way.
You move closer to him. Your hand twitches as if on instinct toward the torn-up shirt bandaging his leg, seemingly forgetting for a moment that you checked on the wound only a couple hours before.
“If they have medicine there,” you say, your voice gone quiet, “it could save you.”
“That’s a lot of ifs.” Remus looks at you imploringly. “If they have medicine, and if you’re able to get it back here, and if it works, I still won’t be any use to you.”
“Would you stop saying that?” You sound pained. “I don’t care about how useful you are. You’re not a tool.”
“Y/n, these are the games,” he says. “Please, listen to me. I’m the worst ally in this arena. You need someone who can protect you. Or if not that, at least someone who can watch your back and keep up with you. I can’t do any of those things.”
“I don’t need you to.” Your hand lays over his on the cold stone floor of your little home. Remus thinks he might be trembling. He loves you so hopelessly it twinges like a stitch in his side when he breathes. Your next words come out in a whisper. “They said tributes from the same district can win together. All I need is for you to stay alive.”
Remus shakes his head. It hurts him to make you so solemn, but he needs you to understand. “That rule won’t do us any good if you die first.”
“I won’t.” You sound surer of yourself than Remus thinks can possibly be true. “I’ll go tomorrow, at night—”
“The careers will be waiting.”
“—and I’ll make some sort of distraction somewhere else to be sure they’re not around. It’ll be quick.”
“You can’t know that will work.” Remus’ voice scratches against the emotion welling in his throat. “They could leave someone behind to keep watch, or they might not go at all.”
You’re resolute. “It’s our best bet.”
“Our best bet is for you to stay here.” He’s definitely trembling now. He doesn’t care. You can chalk his shining eyes up to the fever or whatever you wish, all that matters is that he convinces you. “Please, y/n. Please. I’m asking you not to do this. Not for me. It isn’t worth it.”
“It’s not just for you.” Your fingers tighten over his hand. In the dark of the cave, some of your fear finally shines through. “It’s worth it to me. I need you to be okay. And I’m—I’m sorry if you want to die peacefully, but I can’t just watch it happen.”
Remus shakes his head. His thoughts won’t stop running a feverish, horrific loop—your terrified, panting breaths as you sprint away with the careers on your heels; you not returning by the nightfall, and Remus crawling outside to watch your picture project across the false sky; your mutilated corpse being scooped up by a hovercraft’s unfeeling claws, a vial of useless medicine falling from your pack to lie on the forest floor.
“I can’t help you,” he says. “You can’t go. I won’t do you any good.”
“Remus.” You say his name like your throat tightens around it. Like a wish, or an ache. “I can’t do this without you. Okay? I won’t make it. I need you.”
Remus feels like his chest is cracking open. “Why?”
“Because I do,” you say, and now it’s you who sounds pleading. “I just do.”
You’re both silent for a heartbeat, one that feels too heavy in Remus’ chest. And he finally understands. Maybe it’s something he’s known for a while, only he hasn’t wanted to know. Because it’s so, so much easier to think that he could just die here, with this awful, twinging, unrequited love for you, and you could simply go on. It’s worse if you both have to weather the ache.
“I need you more,” Remus tells you selfishly.
“It’ll be okay.” You lean against his side, letting his head rest on your shoulder and combing your fingers through his sweat-damp hair. “I’ll come back, and we’ll get you all healed up, and then we’ll get out of here together, yeah?”
Remus has about a thousand and one objections to that. The first being that he’s simply never letting you leave this cave until the packs of supplies are surely gone and you need to go out again to find food. Whatever you think, his life isn’t worth you risking yours. He’ll restrain you if he has to, or threaten to crawl out of the cave and shout until somebody comes to kill him and your fruitless mission is truly for naught, or do whatever he has to to keep you from letting your tender heart get you killed.
But for tonight, you’re still safe. He can indulge you in your sweet fantasy. So Remus only utters a soft, “Yeah,” waits for your breaths to even out, and goes to sleep.
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𝐻𝑜𝓌 𝒹𝑜 𝓅𝑒𝑜𝓅𝓁𝑒 𝓅𝑒𝓇𝒸𝑒𝒾𝓋𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊
I. II. III. .·:¨ Artist | Dividers | Masterlist ¨:·.
Hello! To pick a pile please clear your mind and focus on the images above, whichever one speaks to you the most or you feel the most drawn to, this one is for you! If more than one speaks to you, feel free to read both. Remember to take only what resonates with you 🌠
Pile I.
While tossing the cards I really got some baddass vibes from this collective, intimidating energy... (A bit of emo energy as well) Your beauty and aura makes people shy, I hear that you guys really have that confidence in you, or maybe you're trying to have it, fake it till you make it, am I right? >:3c No, seriously, you're really, REALLY charming, but I feel like your energies may be unbalanced, feminine to be exact. Take care of yourself, go do your skin care routine! Go get comfy, it's a self-care day! Spirit is telling me, that you may be going through some tough times you have some goals in mind that need a lot of changes in your current life and it's challenging for you. Especially inner transformations, these are just as hard if not even harder, then the outer ones. You really are delaying this, but I feel like these changes will turn out to be good for you, you're just resisting the inevitable because it's scary, I fully understand you, but people are noticing this too, even though you're putting up a front. I know you can do it, you are a really strong person. Take some time to rethink all of your plans, don't make rushed decisions and furthermore DO NOT let people change your opinions, you know what you want or at least have some general idea of what you want. And unfortunately people are envious, your energy makes them very easily jealous. They may want to sabotage your goals and dreams seeing you struggle might be satisfying for them, maybe not on purpose, but beware and remember to be assertive! Show these people who's the baddest b**ch here. 💅
Advice: Your enthusiasm gives you energy and motivation to follow your goals. Healthy, honest and assertive communication is the key. Let your feminine energy inspire your creativity, and masculine to keep you confident in your beliefs.
Songs: After Dark by Mr.Kitty | A Match into Water by Pierce The Veil
Pile II.
I couldn't stop laughing while tossing this pile, maybe because the first song that played on shuffle was Lalala but the vibes were kinda goofy in a positive way! But the moment I saw the cards it started to look like a cover-up. It seems like people don't see the real you, they're blinded by the masquerade of abundance that you put on. Numb to the feeling was the second song that played, and honestly it fits with the vibes I'm actually seeing in this pile. There's some trouble in sleeping, somethings are keeping you up, you're stuck with your "demons" while putting on a mask for the people about how good you have it. You keep on pushing and pursuing your goals while hurting and overthinking, you only let them see the good sides of this hard work you're putting into this situation 🥺 Others see you as someone with a bright future, broad horizons and a bright way in front of you, someone who pushes through everything that life throws at them. But they don't see the impact that pushing through has on you. Let others help you a bit, you don't have to suffer alone even though it feels like you can do everything on your own, or better than it would've been done by them.
Advice: Substitute interdependence that's based on satisfying others with assertiveness and strength. Let it go, let the universe take care of it. You healed the past scars enough, you're ready to let love inside your life again.
Songs: Lalala by Y2K, bbno$ | Numb to the feeling by Chase Atlantic | Pretty When You Cry by Lana Del Rey
Pile III.
The beginning is born from the ending, there's no ending without beginning etc etc. This pile is giving me strong... Homewrecker vibes, sorry dude but i'm being honest... You're seen as someone hot-headed, someone who rushes into things, who makes connections easily, but you brought some destruction into someone's life. Maybe meeting you changed this person's whole core belief system? They started questioning what they know, which brought them pain and confusion in many ways, which I see by 10 of swords here... But as I said at the start of this pile, for a new chapter something has to end. (Homewrecker by Marina has started playing girl what you doing...😭) Anyways, you seem as someone balancing energies, you change people's perspectives on life itself, your presence is strong and you know what you want and you get it.
I wanted to know more about this pile and started tossing some cards, and two flew out right onto my floor... Nah girl you bring new beginnings where ever you go, but you're very generous, or like people to be generous with you... Have you ever been interested in sugar baby type of relationships? I'm not judging, good for you go get that bag ✨
Advice: Your unique characteristics are the most important part of you getting what you want in life. Don't compare yourself to others, focus on your progress and how far you've come. Make new healthy relationships, a support group that will resonate with you.
Songs: Supermassive Black Hole by Muse | You Right by Doja Cat, The Weeknd | Homewrecker by Marina
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𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 BEYOND THE JOB // JJK

daddy jungkook (literally)
; babysitting the cutest angel on earth is the perfect job. (except when her father is fucking hot and wants all of you)
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“seriously though, you have to fuckin’ quit that job already.”
Sasha, who happens to be your best friend ever since you started working at the local elementary school, just lectured you again. she was already teaching there when you arrived, you spent your lunch breaks with her and even be each other’s substitute sometimes.
surprisingly, she quit a few months after that. you stayed close though. at first, she was dying to know the drama happening among the teaching staff, but as shit kept going down which included you and the principal, all you ever hear from her is that you need to quit.
it wasn’t a huge surprise to her when you first told her your boss, aka the school’s principal, asked you out. it was weird, but everyone knew he was.. a little desperate. he had asked most of the female teachers out, some who agreed could only say bad things about the experience.
you declined his offer politely, explaining that you don’t want your personal life to mix with your job. it was awkward after that, but turns out he seems to be the dumbest person on earth. he asked you out two weeks after that, again.
still to this day, he keeps asking you out over and over and you keep rejecting him over and over again. sure, he got a lil’ crush on you, sweet, right? fuck no. he’s a pervert, doesn’t know what personal space is.
“but i need the money. i don’t know where else i could get such good salary.” you told her, for the nth time.
“be a stripper,” Sasha casually said, sipping on her diet coke while your eyes widened.
“don’t say nonsense, dafuq..” you both shared a giggle, but you definitely won’t put that job idea on the bottom of your list. maybe in the middle, or top 5. if you really can’t find a good place, then gotta be top 3.
“you could be one until you save enough money, then look for a less crazy one.”
“there’s never enough money, sasha.” you sighed, fuck inflation. when you grew up and finished studying, you realized the hardest part of being an adult was money. it’s crazy how difficult it is to make a living.
“if you don’t give in your quitting notice tomorrow, i’m gonna do it for you instead.” she narrowed her eyes at you.
“i don’t want to make a decision too quick. not until i know i can find another job.”
“quit.”
“no.”
“quit.”
“no.”
“quit.”
…
“okay.”
she squealed in her chair, gaining some attention on the two of you.
“if you dare to lie to me right now, i’m gonna make you eat your own shit.”
you kicked her under the table, sending her a glare. “behave, bitch.”
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“oh, __! what brings you here today?” your boss, sehun immediately stood up from his chair, ready to greet you with a hug.
panicking, you reached your hand out with a paper, catching his attention. “this is..?”
“my resignation notice, sir.”
“your what?”
he took the paper from your grip, examining it carefully. his eyebrows fell together, eyes scanning every single word.
he backed up, resting on the edge of his table. he looked at the paper again, rereading the first sentence.
‘Kindly accept this letter as my formal resignation…’
“are you sure, __?” he asked, putting the paper on his table. he crossed his arms, frustration written on his face.
you fixed your hair, giving him a firm nod. “yeah, i’ve been thinking of it for a while now.”
“i’m glad i could be a part of this amazing team, but i just feel like,” you struggled to find the words, obviously you didn’t want to tell in his face.
‘aye bruh, stop bein’ a pervert and you might stop losing your workers’
“look, teaching isn’t my thing. and i feel horrible to find that out so late.”
“well, if your passion for teaching ever comes back, you’re more than welcomed here.”
“thank you,” you smiled, because even though he’s the most annoying person you’ve ever met, your co-workers have always been kind to you.
the children also love you, and you’re extremely thankful for all the support and love you got from everyone.
during the usual lunch break, you co-workers heard the news too. they all wished you the best with a hug, some getting emotional too.
officially, this was your last week working at the school.
when you got home, sasha sent you a link to an advertisement.
‘looking for a nanny’
you laughed, dialing her contact. didn’t take her long to answer, obviously. she’s always on her damn phone, even when working.
“you can’t be serious. a nanny?” you laughed, finding the idea of you with a kid ridiculous.
“have you seen the description? girl, they pay damn well!” she said, followed by her exhaling.
“didn’t you say you’re gonna stop smoking?”
“i stopped. for three hours.”
you shook your head, putting her on speaker as you clicked the advertisement.
“170.000₩?” you blurted out loud, “a day?!” sasha hummed on the other side of the call.
“told ya’..”
“that’s.. nice. woah, yeah, nice.” you mumbled as you continued to read the requirements and some important details about the job.
“give it a try.” sasha said, but your eyes caught a sentence.
“they want someone with experience, as expected.” you let out a long sigh and fell back on your bed.
“you got the experience.”
“me? sasha, i never looked after a kid-“
“you work with kids. first and second graders. and they all fuckin’ love you.”
“that’s different.” you groaned.
“it’s not. a kid is a kid. 3 year olds are just as damn annoying as 7 year olds. prove me wrong..”
you laughed, she was right. they can be a huge pain in the ass, but they have the purest soul.
“true.”
“give it a try, __.” she said again, calling you by your name. oh she’s serious serious.
“yeah, i might call tomorrow then.”
“might? no, you will.” she corrected you and you rolled your eyes.
“sure.”
you called them the next day after considering it for half a day, being the typical embarrassment, you called at the wrong time.
the man was in a hurry, so you both just quickly agree on a time to meet in person. that happened to be the day after.
you looked at the address one more time after you got off the bus, realizing it was more of a wealthy neighborhood. you only had to walk about 5 minutes until you got there, hesitantly but you pressed the bell.
a tall, young man opened the door. his skin is smooth and fair, almost perfect. his hair dark, slightly wavy which was styled in a mullet cut, longer at the back.
his choice in clothes seemed to be rich, a white ribbed polo shirt with short sleeves, causing your eyes to drop to his sleeve tattoo in a second. he paired it with black tailored trousers.
“hey, you must be __?” he asked with uncertainty and you came back to life, smiling to him.
“yeah, i am.”
“great, come in.”
he stepped aside and you walked in, taking off your shoes and jacket.
the house was oddly barely decorated, not a single picture or painting on the walls, very few plants, which you’re sure are fake plants also. the house wasn’t really colorful, most of the furnitures are bright. like beige and cream white.
“would you like a drink? water, tea, soda? maybe coffee?” he suggested as he walked in front of you, leading you to the living room.
“no, thank you.” you politely refused, feeling a little.. off in such a nice home. not something you’re used to.
you sat down on the couch, carefully not to mess the neatly placed pillows behind. god you looked so uncomfortable and awkward.
“i’d like to introduce myself again, in person this time.” he spoke as he sat down on the armchair, next to the couch.
“i’m jeon jungkook, 27. i’m a dentist in the center of seoul. i’m the father of a sweet angel, nabi. she turns 5 in a few weeks, we could say she’s in her, erm,” he struggled to find an appropriate word.
“crazy phase?” you asked with a smile.
“yeah, something like that. she’s been loud lately, that’s all.” he chuckled, resting his arms on his knees.
you nodded and held your small bag tightly, “i’d like to introduce myself better too, then.”
“i’m __, 24 and i currently work at an elementary school. i handed in my resignation letter and this is my last week as a teacher, so i’m searching for a new job currently.”
you paused, hesitant what else to say.
“elementary school? so, you work with kids?”
“yes, first and second grade.”
after a few minutes of getting to know each other more, a little girl, most likely his daughter, walked down the stairs with her sleepy appearance.
“oh!” she stopped the moment she saw you, the tiredness leaving her eyes.
“nabi, c’mere.” jungkook held out his hand, “this is __. what do you say?” he asked her, holding her tiny hands.
“hello.” she greeted you and you smiled, her shyness is adorable.
“hi.”
“__ is here because she would like to look after you.” he said and she looked up to him so fast, you thought her neck would snap.
“daddy, are you leeving me?” she gasped and jungkook chuckled at her words, shaking his head.
“no, but when i’m at work, someone needs to be here and take care of you. how about __, does she seem nice? hm?”
the little girl shrugged, hugging her father’s arm. he sent her back to the bedroom, saying he would be there soon too.
“well, she’s a little shy at first but, i think she’s gonna open up fast.” he smiled and stood up, your eyes widening a bit and you stood up too.
“does that mean, i got the job?”
“see you next monday?” he asked and you almost started jumping, but you held back. instead, you gave him a huge smile and nodded.
“monday then.”
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i just want to to let you know that it was your art of vil with kid jack and leona with kid epel for that single parent leovil fic that really pulled me into leovil. i stumbled upon it by chance when scrolling through a vil blog and saw it reblogged and LOST MY DAMN MIND. particularly baby wolf jack. cause why am i now putting together an epic the musical/odyssey/illiad au for leovil?? (your art. your art is why) itll probably never escape my docs but. so far??
helen and penelope. cousins and princesses of sparta--their dads are brothers and co-ruled. penelope's mother was a water nymph (naiad, so freshwater) whereas helen was the daughter of zeus......soooo.....HEAR ME OUT!!!!!!
neige as helen. vil as penelope. now, i was originally gonna go the rkvl route, because that line in the challenge, when penelope tells the suitors she will marry whoever "can string her husbands old bow and shoot through 12 axes cleanly"--smth her husband odysseus was only able to do, well, a rkvl version of that could go SO HARD.
esp cause like, idk i could just give rook a random kingdom, cause yes, leona is a prince, but technically falena would be king. and i thought of making them menelaus (leona) and agamemnon (falena) with VIL as helen, i mean, come ON!!!!!! it would be SO GOOD!! but odysseus and penelope's story was just tugging at my heart, and i couldnt decide. until i realized that actually this is a fic and it doesnt have to be a 1 to 1 substitution, i can play around and do whatever i want.
(and jack as little wolf telemachus is everything. and neige as helen, both "fairest of them alls" and cursed via apple??? i love it)
sooooo. im thinking.
vil and neige are cousins, princes of. pyroxene? or maybe pyroxene would be made up of a few kingdoms....hmmmmm...idk yet. regardless, their parents' co-rule their kingdom. but neige is the actual heir of the throne. this could be because vil is technically illegitimate. eric had no wife, he just really wanted to be a dad. and so vil's mother, for purposes of this, is either a vampire or a water nymph, or some sort of enchantress, idk, but regardless, vil isnt going to inherit. (also read @pinkbeeps sympathy for the villain fic and lost my mind over it so, yeah, crewel is a vil dad, so at some point when vil and neige are 7 and 6 respectively, crewel and eric get together.)
meanwhile, sunset savannah was split by a civil war? or a revolt of some kind. leona and falena stop it, but part of the truce that is made is that falena cannot rule all of it. so the elephant graveyard half, and some surrounding land makes up what becomes leona's kingdom. why? idk.
then, when neige is like, 17, vil 18, and leona 20, its decided that neige should get married, so all the suitors from various kingdoms come. cause, heir to the throne. and fairest of them all. falena, who is now married himself and has cheka, suggests leona go, but leona isnt rlly looking to get married. falena bugs him abt it tho, and leona still isnt for the marriage thing but rationales that princes and infleuntial people from all over will be vying for neige's hand. leona can go, but not for purposes of throwing his hat in the ring, (neige is an heir and leona has a kingdom to take care of--neither of them would leave their respective homes) but rather, to make connections to better help his people.
and then he meets vil. guy is SMITTENNNNNNN from the get go, he's like, whoever was giving out the fairest of them all titles, did they like, not see you???? heLLO??????
vil is warming up to leona, but also, lets be real, vil has an insecurity abt being a backup, second option when it comes to neige. he would have been wary considering leona is here in technicality as a suitor for neige. but it becomes apparent leona was not here for that in acuality. cause leona, in true oddysseus fashion, does not even bring a wedding gift, guy was just here to network and then fell in love.
it goes as the story always does. neige's parents are worried abt the influx of suitors and wondering how to choose without angering one kingdom over the other. and leona is like, hey i got a solution, but if you want it, you gotta put in a good word for me with vil's parents, your brother and BIL, and you gotta convince them that its okay if vil marries. and theyre like DEAL.
leona proposes his solution--the oath made by all suitors to defend neige and whoever he chooses if a rival ever takes neige away. they would march against the offender and destroy their city.
neige's parents are like damn thats brilliant and then talk to eric and crewel. who put forth a test for leona to pass. he does.
they marry, leona's wedding gift to vil, the living olive tree bed he makes himself, and they have jack and epel, idk how, surrogates? adoption? not sure. but then, the apple, neige is taken away, and that oath comes back to bite leona in the ass. he pretends he's crazy to dodge the draft but baby jack gets tossed in front of the plough and leona saves them, and is forced to go to war etc etc. they win, and then it takes him FOREVERRRR to get home, and then--well we know how it goes!
wow. sorry for just. dumping this in your ask box. i was just trying to appreciate your art and i ended up dropping the au inspired by your art in here. oops
Alright, let’s process step by step cause this ask just made me go wild when I read it. /p
[deep breath]
First, thank you very much! 💕 It’s always a delight to know that more people are into leovil because of me 8D I feel like a priest in Age of Empires (big old ref here ha ha)
Second, your Epic/ Odysseus/ Illiad AU.
I was flabbergasted cause, a few days ago I saw a new leovil fic about Epic the Musical (yes, I do have an open tab of Ao3 on my phone with the leovil tag that I refresh almost every night. When I say I have an otp, I have an otp.) and, since the name rings vaguely a bell, I asked my theater kid friend about this Musical. I just wanted to listen to it before reading the fic and then, I understood Epic the Musical.
AND
YOU CAME.
:’D
I take that as a sign.
Thank you for sharing those thoughts, that was great! I wish you the best for your AU and hope you write it and maybe post it! Otherwise, it’s fine! No pressure of course, I’m already glad with your ask! x3
Anyway, here for you. I couldn’t help sketching those. They imposed themself. Literally.



Pretty sure Vil’d start to poison the suitors too.
#answer#twisted wonderland#vil schoenheit#leona kingscholar#leovil#kid Jack#kid Epel#epic the musical#Odysseus AU#my my Vil would be a prickly Penelop lol#long post
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