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volturiprincess · 5 months

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You're mad at them

Summary: Just headcanons of what your mate does when you are mad at them A/N: I got inspired by this one-shot about another fandom I like and the reader was mad also got inspired by this line "Don't call me darling, you lost the privilege to call me that". This is actually my first headcanon, it was going to be multiple drabbles but I changed my mind the last minute. But enjoy.

The Volturi:

Demetri:

It’s impossible to be mad at him

He's just such a casanova that what can he possible do to make you mad at him

But then also look at him, he’s beautiful and he has that suave voice that gets you weak in the knees

Even with just a touch to your elbow you are on the brink of forgiving him (and he knows that very well)

As a tracker he can track you down right away whenever you are trying to avoid him (so that's useless to even try)

You tried just closing your eyes to avoid looking at him when he tries confronting you but then again with just a touch you are “Fuck it I cant be mad at you Dem”

Or he uses his sweet talk, with just a simple “cariño¨, you are already melting into him and YOU are the one saying sorry to him for being mad at him

When ever you try walking away from him he instantly pulls you back and wraps his arms around you and cuddles you into his chest and in between kisses he is saying sorry and saying how much he loves you and cherishes you

So at the end of the day good luck being mad at him because he knows how make you melt in many different ways 🙃which ends up being muscle memory to him 😘

Felix:

Look for Felix, he does not know what to do honestly, my poor giant usually keeps things calm between you two and hates to see you upset, so if you are mad at him well he will try everything to resolve this

Like how can anyone be mad at him, he's a freaking teddy bear in disguise

At first he gives you space, thinking that might help

Wrong, he needs to be with you, his love language is touch so neglecting you touch hurts him

So he tries with flowers, he knows you love flowers (as cliche as that is your a hopeless romantic, I'm on the same boat though :))

The first time it worked but then the third time it didn't

He knows hes fucked now when he realizes not even flowers can save him from this torture of you being mad at him

Hes not to kin with words (that's Demetri’s department), he will go to him for help but when you are determine to be mad at him words he say goes in one ear and out the other (even is his sweet talk melts your heart)

So when you are in that mindset to stay mad at him, he goes to his last hope that he knows will be very effective

He uses this tactic usually when you are walking around the castle or are laying in bed

He basically pounces on you like a predator does to a prey (seems fit since he is a predator and you are a prey, in this case you are still human)

He pins you against either a wall or bed and leans his face dangerously close to your neck

“Look my little rose, I don't like the idea of you being mad at me and I know you don't like being mad at me either, so let's move on from this or….no sex for a month”

You know he never bluffs, there was one time where you didn't do it for a week and that was pure torture for sure for the both of you

So with that you forgive him and you instantly cuddle with him which he just loves, he is after all a teddy bear in disguise

And touch is his love language

Alec:

My poor love, what can I say about him

A bit like Felix, he does not know what to do honestly

“...Ca-”

“No, don't even try with the cara, Alec, you lost your privilege to call me that”

Oh you are pissed indeed, he is left flabbergasted when you say that and you leave him like this 🧍🏻

Internally he knows hes fucked, what the hell can he do to make it up to you

He can't even sweet talk you because he knows he lost that privilege to call you such names

Sometimes he does romantic gestures toward you, all of your favorite flowers placed in every spot of your shared room (aww isn't he just adorable 🥰)

But when you deny his gestures, he tries to calm himself, it's not like he is mad at you (maybe just a little bit) but he's so lost, he’s not a casanova like Demetri or a secret teddy bear like Felix, for fucks sake hes one of the infamous witch twins that everyone fears (my heart, I cant bare to call them that)

Even if you are pissed at him, he won't leave you alone, he knows that you might need space at some points but he's always vigilant of you

But his patience can run low when this drags to long for his comfort

He knows one of your weaknesses is his face (like just looking at his face calms you, why? It is unclear to him)

And he can tell when you are in this mood you avoid looking at his face, because he knows with just a look you will run back into his cold embrace that you love so much

So he will corner and raise your chin to look at him

And man when you look at his burgundy eyes, you know this behavior has vanished and you just want to be with him again

This cheeky vampire will tease you about how his face alone is your weakness

You threaten him to shut up or you will sit on it

Just that “threat” alone can turn on you right away

So much for being mad at him

Jane:

Don't, just don't

She will not be taking such attitude from you and letting you be mad at her

If you want to be mad at her, its your lost

She can easily avoid you and will do it for days if she needs to (even if she secretly hates doing that, she will not tell you for obvious reasons)

When she does “disappear” you are regretting all of your life choices at that moment, “Why the heck am I doing this again? Oh right, I'm mad at her. Why was I mad again?”

It's impossible to find her, you even go to Alec but he just responds “She told me not to tell you, you did this to yourself”

No amount of prying your mates brother will get him to reveal her location

At that point you give up

Jane on the other hand shes pacing in the throne room when she knows you are not close contemplating what to do to make it up to you

Even if she has made it clear she doesn't like this attitude from you, it hurts her seeing you mad at her

She wishes times like this does not exist but they do and like her twin she's lost

She knows no matter what she does for you, you would never expect her to do it so that's her advantage

And as uncomfortable it is for her to be romantic toward you, she will for your sake

Expect flowers, your favorite treat, and books when you wake up in the mornings or when you take your naps

It makes your heart flutter at the sight and you want her next to you right away

When you are at the point of giving up on being mad at her, she is there right away and you are the one saying sorry to her

She will hush you and say “Don't be sorry tesoro, its my fault”

It does take her a while to admit to her faults but she will do anything to be able to be with you once again

Caius

Oh honey, you are playing with fire here

If your mad, hes mad

But with him instead of avoiding you or giving you space, he wants to get to the bottom of this and resolve it

Even if it just fuels the fire more, he will not tolerate you being mad at him

He loves you and hates when there is conflict between you guys

He might say some things that are a bit to straight forward but you know he is like this

He of course will either be pacing in front of you while resolving this or have you on his lap comforting you and hearing your case

He would stroke your hair as you are saying why you are upset with him and nod along

When your mad beyond words to describe it, he will try to keep his anger at bay even if you are making allegations that are “offending him” (he knows you are right but why admit that to you)

But then again it is hard to stay mad at him for long, as said before when there is conflict he will absolutely refuse to dance around this or give you space, he will resolve this in a an hour depending on the issue

He loves you too much to have you mad at him, no matter what others say about him, you are his everything, his reason for being

When you are in that situation when you are both shouting at each other (that is when he finally snaps and can't take your suppose allegations anymore), he surprisingly is the one to calm down first, he doesn't like the idea of seeing you yelling at him

He will be the one to calm you down from your sudden eruption of anger because well only he can the only one to be the angry one, it's in his nature after all as the Ruthless Volturi King 😁

#the volturi #demetri volturi #felix volturi #alec volturi #jane volturi #caius volturi #the volturi guard #volturi kings #twilight renaissance

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n30nwrites · 3 months

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I've Died, Many Years Ago (Jason Todd)

So people liked the first one, now heres this.

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You've found that you didn't really age. You also didn't bleed anymore and your heart was only 6 beats per minute.

Then their was the cravings.

After your first day of resurrecting, you found a mans dead body, he had a joker smile painted on his lips and you could already taste him. You took a large stray brick and pounded his head in. Over, and over again for the tiniest taste of brain.

Tasting it was seeing the truth, it was Eve's apple dangling from the tree as the serpent whispers how God wasn't here now.

God wasn't here, you wouldn't be this if they were.

You didn't know what to do, you had been dead for years, well three years. You were 19 now, with nowhere to go. You couldn't just resume your life, could you? Your mother was gone, you had no idea where she lived now, and Jason was dead, he had to be.

So what could you do now?

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It took a year for you to start living. You left Gotham and went to Detroit after fudging your papers, you went by a different last name, and hacked into your old school and Hospital you worked at to submit your documents to the Detroit Police Department.

It's easy to get brains from the dead.

Your boss is Alec Mobek, the head Medical Examiner. He's a decent man, you never attempted to get close to him with small talk but he enjoyed talking for the both of you. He liked some geeky video games and loved his job even more. He was so painfully normal, and you were jealous of that.

He reminds you of everything you could've been.

You used to be ambitious. You used to be passionate. Inspired. Alive. Now, your mostly just hungry.

At least you still had your intuition.

Sometimes you thought about confiding in him. He was older than you, in his 30s, he seemed more like a father-figure than anything. He offered you food, rides to and from work, and had even gotten you more clothes when he noticed how you wore the same outfit to work everyday.

But your burden is of the 'bare it alone' variety. You would know if there were others, there would be an outbreak if there were. Being alone was for the best. You didn't touch anyone, in fear of spreading it. You kept gloves on, your nails trimmed, and never had sex.

It was like a bad STD. But you couldn't die.

In the shitty apartment that you lived in, there were multiple containers of brain just sitting. You liked to finish them off one by one, but sometimes the personalities and flash backs got so overwhelming that you had to switch.

The brain you were last on was a lackey of the Jokers, some man who had lost it long ago. You didn't feel a single thing on his brain, and had constant images of killing people.

You might've been made into a monster, but you wouldn't act upon it.

"Alright, what do you got for me?" Dick Grayson is handsome, if you were human (and older) you probably would've tried to pursue him at one point. He transferred just a few months ago, and unlike other Detectives, he didn't stray from the ME's office because of the bodies.

"An unidentified Jane Doe, found in the back of a garbage truck. The garbage truck was using a crusher so that complicates finding the cause of death. Could be suicide, could be murder." You know Alec cares, it's just that he sees so much death that at one point, if he kept focusing on it, it would ruin him. "My assistant is going to sew her back up, bag her and box her." He walks over to the side where the detective is. Dick has a small frown on his face.

"In your personal opinion, what do you think happened?" Dick questions as he and Alec walk up the stairs. They continue to talk and get quieter, and it was your time to strike.

The autopsy saw sat in your hand, it was plugged in already and when the coast was clear, you cut through the mans skull. You were a professional, this was something you had done to every body since you had gotten there. There were multiple brains in your fridge, having Missing bites, you didn't have to eat everyday, thankfully. A brain usually wore off after three days, and the abilities with them would as well.

You would have flashes of their past, you could gain certain personality traits or habits they had.

You once ate the brain of a man who was considered the right hand man to Joker, he was a looney. You dumped that brain down the disposal after you found yourself buying items for a bomb. You then switched to an older woman.

This Jane Doe would be your meal for the day. You took it out as carefully as you could, ignoring any guilt you could feel as you cut up pieces of her brain and tossed her in with some spicy Beef ramen. Heating what used to be a person up for 3 minutes and scarfing it all down in your mouth. The rest of her brain you kept hidden in the back of the fridge, something that Alec rarely opened.

When Alec comes down, you're filling out some paperwork that just need his signature. He talks about how they have a suspect, someone who was seen on camera arguing with her. Alec only heard that because Dick didn't know how to be quiet.

"I'm heading out for the day, Jane Doe is taken care of. Paperwork as well, you just need to sign off on it."

"Thank you so much..." He looks to where her body is, bagged and tagged as the body is in the cooler. "Detective Grayson, Do you like Him?"

He was your boss, you reminded yourself. You had to answer. "He seems fine."

"You know he's Bruce Wayne's son?"

As was Jason.

"So?" You didn't care, he wasn't Jason. He would never be Jason. He was Dick Grayson, AKA Nightwing, Detective by day and vigilante by night. It sounded like a shitty comic.

Detroit had it's issues, you can't tell how many times you had been shot at or people had tried to rob you. Many villains have stopped by, many underlings trying to be villains had also stop by.

"Most people are on their knees for him."

"Sexually or metaphorically?" You question.

"Both I guess." Alec huffs as he reads over the paperwork, "Susanna likes him, but I guess that with money comes attraction." He seems jealous.

"That and he's considered attractive." You nod your head as you turn to walk away, Alec mutters something about the unknown victim. You grab your backpack and as you go to open the back door, you are suddenly transported.

"I told you to stay away." The voice coming from your body is feminine, she's panting, sweating. You can feel it all. She's exiting out the door, not looking at the man who you assume is following her, he has heavy footprints. "I want nothing to do with you, you're fucking insane-"

"Don't run away from me Stephanie." The man grabs her hand and turns her around and he's decent looking. Nothing compared to your soulmate, but he was easily identifiable.

"My name is Valeria. Valeria Prinsky. Get it through your thick fucking skull." She yanks her hand back and as he lifts his arm, it is quickly stopped by a man in a red helmet.

You come back to Alec saying your name, Dick Grayson was in the room with him, and they were both staring at you. While it didn't feel long, time seems to lose all sense of purpose during your visions. You blink your eyes. "Do we need to call someone?" Dick asks as Alec puts his hand on your shoulder, you quickly pull away.

"No, no I'm fine." You tell them, rolling your neck slightly as you pop it. "I just forgot something." You turn back in, going into the other office away from them and quickly grabbing the brain and stuffing it into your backpack. When you turn away from the fridge, you see Jane Doe's file.

Valeria Prinsky. She has a name, she has a life, and you were living off of her. The least you can do is give her a name. You cross out Jane Doe on the file and write her name, and when you leave, Dick and Alec are talking in hushed whispers.

You can't find it in yourself to care.

#jason todd x male reader #jason todd x reader #jason todd #batman and robin #batfamily #batman #Gay #X reader #x male reader #dc x male reader #dc x reader

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raz-writes-the-thing · 11 months

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Mortified (Broadchurch)

Alec Hardy x GN!Reader (fem anatomy) 18+ ONLY / requests are open and encouraged

Summary: Being in the office so late usually meant that you had complete privacy- though that doesn't account for people leaving things behind, does it?

CW: semi-public sex, vaginal fingering, getting caught in the act

Broadchurch tag list: @clarina04 @kaylinelizabeth4004 (send an ask to be added to a tag list!)

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There was one benefit to Alec’s odd working hours- and that was that there was barely anyone at his office late in the evening. The other less workaholic-inclined employees trailed off to a trickle around eight in the evening, and by ten it was usually just Alec. Past that- well, the office was pretty much a definite ghost town.

You didn’t come over to the station every night. That would be far too tiring and you had your own job to get to in the mornings. But some nights when all you wanted to was to spend time with Alec- just to see him. On those nights you made the sacrifice to your sleep to go and see him.

He always grumbled at first, complaining about how he just had too much work to do and how you shouldn’t be there because it was a risk to whatever investigations he was working on- blah, blah, blah. He always gave in though when you brought him an extra strong espresso and a kiss hello. Yes. An extra strong espresso at ten plus in the evening. You were aware of how ridiculous it was.

Tonight, you’d managed to convince Alec to hoist you up onto his desk and finger fuck you to within an inch of your cunts life. He was standing between your pushed-open legs, tie loose around his neck and sleeves rolled halfway up his arms. The fabric of your skirt was stretching and you were almost worried that it was going to rip up the seams. Though you were pretty sure Alec would get a real kick out of that.

The man in question currently had his tongue in your mouth and three fingers flexing and pumping mercilessly into your pussy. You were pretty sure there was slick dripping down onto his desk and coating his mouse pad. He’d have to get a new one at this rate.

“God, look at you,” he says, forcing himself to pull away from your mouth and dropping his head onto your shoulder. His fingers didn’t stop pumping for even a second, even though you were absolutely sure his whole arm was aching from wrist to shoulder blade. Oh well, at least you could say with confidence that he never skipped arm day. “So fuckin’ tight for me, darlin’.”

You whined and did your best to grind yourself onto his fingers.

“Holy- Sir- fuck, sorry!”

You froze, cunt clenching around Alec’s fingers half in fear and half in desperation as he came to a complete stop. You were panting, looking over his shoulder at the back wall of his office but you’d recognise that voice anywhere.

“Miller,” Alec said somewhat awkwardly. “What’re you doin’ here so late?”

Alec’s fingers started to retreat, pulling out of you. You did your best to contain the whimper of complaint threatening to spill from your lips.

“Oh- I- needed- I, fuck- don’t worry about it,” she said quickly. “See you tomorrow!”

You heard rapidly departing footsteps back into the office and down the stairs towards the doors. You groaned, head dropping back. Alec’s face was flushed such a deep red that it might have looked as though he had a rash if you didn’t know better.

“Well, that was…” you trailed off, looking for the right words.

“Mm,” Alec agreed, looking positively mortified.

You broke off into a fit of horrified giggles, and you were pleased when Alec at the very least broke out into a smile.

“Ellie’s never going to look at you or me or this desk the same way ever again,” you giggled, pressing kisses to Alec’s cheeks.

“Probably not,” he agreed. “Now, where were we, eh?”

You gasped as his fingers started moving again, his thumb coming to rub against your clit.

“Where indeed?” You asked breathily, wrapping your arms around his neck.

Alec chuckled darkly as you keened under his touch.

“There y’are. So good for me.”

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madseance · 2 years

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"God will put you in the right place": a mini-essay about Broadchurch and fate

[This obviously contains major spoilers for series one of Broadchurch, which you should really watch if you haven't, and should still watch even if you read this post anyway.]

Fate is tricky to work with in writing. We want to believe our lives have meaning; in fiction, we can set it up so that the characters’ lives do. This was always meant to happen, or all these things happened for this reason. But the possibility of fate can also undermine the characters’ agency. If all this is part of some unknowable higher plan, then the characters’ actions no longer come from who they are and what they want and think and believe. They’re just executing a script. It doesn’t mean anything to us anymore.

I think the mistake often made is that the fate question—of whether or not there is such a thing happening—is given too much power in the story itself. That the way it’s set up, either fate can be subverted and the characters really are in control after all, or the story is arbitrary and meaningless. Which really only leaves you one kind of story to tell: the one where the heroes defy fate. There’s nothing wrong with that kind of story, but it wears the concept out quicker when there’s only one major variant of it to play with.

What’s more interesting narratively is when the fate question, regardless of what you think the answer is, is decidedly secondary to the characters’ actions. When they engage with the idea, but the story still clearly hinges on what they do, and those things matter whether or not fate actually exists.

A really good execution of this appears in a kind of story you wouldn’t really expect to deal with fate: the first series of the ITV procedural Broadchurch. And it’s very much a minor point in the overall story, which involves the murder of a child in a small English coastal town and what that does to the community. But it’s used very effectively to draw together the threads of a character’s story and make sense of who they’ve been this entire time.

Alec Hardy (David Tennant) is a police detective who comes to Broadchurch just before the murder, a year or so after a high-profile case of his collapsed and took his marriage and his health down with it. From the outset, it’s clear that he does not want to be there: he hates everything about the place, and he doesn’t think the police department—including DS Ellie Miller (Olivia Colman), who resents his disdain for her community and his taking the DI position she was promised—is competent to handle a murder investigation. The most pressing question about Hardy is why the hell he is there. Now and again an answer is offered: “You came here to lie low,” his Chief Super says, which he disputes; “It’s penance,” he tells the doctor who warns him that he’s driving himself to a very imminent early grave. Dragging himself back to work after a near-fatal heart attack, he insists to Miller, “I can still solve this. Otherwise, why am I still here?”

The status of DI Hardy’s religious faith is uncertain. When Miller asks him about it, he replies, “I pray nightly that you’ll stop asking me questions.” He attends church only to observe the behaviour of the townspeople, all of whom are potential suspects; he spars with the vicar over the church’s place in the murder investigation. He explodes at a self-professed psychic who claims to have received messages from the murdered boy, yet is visibly affected by the message the man has for him: “She says she forgives you about the pendant.” Despite declaring the man a charlatan and denying that the statement means anything to him, Hardy, desperate to solve the case before he’s removed for being medically unfit, contacts him again and asks for whatever he’s got. “You’ve been here before,” the psychic tells him.

The beginning of the end of the story takes place on the beach near where the murdered boy was found. Hardy—who, minutes before, was told by the Chief Super to clean out his desk, and responded with “I think I know who the killer is”—has called Miller to meet him there. He tells her a story that does not seem to have anything to do with anything.

“I was here before. On this beach. I came here as a kid. With a tent, some campsite near the cliff. I tried looking for it when I first came… Didn’t remember I was here till the day I arrived. It freaked me out. Those bloody cliffs still there, still the same. I used to sit under them and get away from my parents arguing. They kept bickering till the day Mum died. Last thing she ever said to me: ‘God will put you in the right place, even if you don’t know it at the time.’”

He sends Miller off to do something he knows is inconsequential, telling her before she goes, “You've done good work on this.” And then he traces the murdered boy’s mobile phone to the murderer, DS Miller’s husband.

The reason Hardy tells that story when he does is that he’s finally reached the end of it. When he figures out who the killer is, he also understands exactly how devastating that revelation will be. And he has his answer for why he’s there—why he’s in Broadchurch, on this case, still alive at all. Because Ellie Miller was supposed to be the DI, and it would’ve been her case to solve. She would be the one making these connections, tracking the mobile phone, confronting her own husband. Nobody in Broadchurch has ever dealt with a case like this; none of them are prepared for what it will do to them. He knows, which is why when he arrests her husband, DS Miller is in a closed interrogation room with a different suspect, and doesn’t know what’s happened until he takes her out of the interrogation and tells her himself.

Whether or not it’s true that Hardy was somehow meant to be there is not actually critical to the story. The only thing that matters is the meaning that he ascribes to it all, and how that carries him through to the end of his story. He knows that he’s dying. He’s wrapping up his affairs, which includes telling the local paper what really happened on that other case. (“Just do me a favour and tell the family first, will you? Just tell them I haven’t given up on Sandbrook, and that the case is still open.”) It’s significant that, in the story he tells Miller, his mother’s words were the last thing she said to him before dying. He needs them to be true, needs it all to have meant something.

What Hardy actually does at the end of the story has the same impact whether there’s any such thing as fate or not. He solves the case, but more than that, in some small way he’s able to mitigate some of the damage it does to Ellie Miller, because he’s been there before and can see it coming. That is meaningful to him. And it may be that he was able to do that because he was looking at the situation in a certain way, trying to figure out what needed to be done that he, personally, needed to be there to do. It doesn’t matter if the events that brought him back to Broadchurch, and reminded him of his mother’s last words, were fated to happen or a series of coincidences; they have meaning because he found meaning in them.

#broadchurch #fynn posts #update on the alec hardy situation: apparently still having an alec hardy situation #writing

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hxneyhxrts · 1 year

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Rain Soaked || Jake “Hangman” Seresin (BONUS- Gwyn Tells Alec)

note: someone somewhere said they wanted Alec’s reaction so here it is. never say i don’t do anything for y’all

Part 7- Final

Gwyn was tapping her fingers against the countertop in a nervous rhythm. The band on her ring finger felt incredibly heavy under the weight of her anxiety, and she was sure she would chew a hole through her lip if Alec didn’t get home soon.

She was married.

And Alec still didn’t know.

Maybe she should have called him (probably before she even stepped into the courthouse). But she had been so giddy, and wanted to spend her wedding weekend wrapped up in Jake.

Her husband.

Her </i>husband.<i>

Gwyn found herself grinning at the word, a flush creeping up her cheeks even though no one was around to see it. Jake had dropped her off at her apartment before departing to break the news to Bradley.

She wondered if telling Rooster would go over any better than telling Alec.

Her ears perked at the sound of a key in the lock, then suddenly the man in question was sweeping into the room with a broad grin.

“Hey,” he greeted, slinging his bag off his shoulder and letting it land on the ground with a thud. “Where have you-”

His eyes narrowed to slits, locked on hers. Gwyn felt her shoulders tense as she plastered on a very uneasy smile.

“What did you do?” he accused, eyes roaming her face seriously.

She tried to seem casual as she shrugged. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Alec frowned. His face was stern, like he was sniffing her out.

“Liar,” he pressed, stepping closer to her until their chests were almost touching. “What are you not telling me?”

Gwyn sighed. It was now or never.

Alec’s eyes glazed over as she sheepishly presented him with her hand and the simple gold band hugging the much more elaborate engagement ring beneath it. Silence fell over the room and lingered for much longer than what was comfortable.

“Two rings?” he whispered.

Gwyn swallowed. “Yes.”

Alec’s fingers reached up to trace the metal before settling between her own digits, squeezing. “I’m going to kick your ass for not telling me.”

She breathed a laugh, gripping his hand and burying her head in his chest as he stroked his thumb across the back of her palm. They stayed in each other’s embrace for a moment, content to just be, before Alec spoke again.

“You’re happy?”

Gwyn smiled again, small and soft. “I’m happy.”

His chest heaved in a heavy sigh. “Good, because we’ve got a lot of errands to run.”

He pulled away from her, turning and grabbing his keys from where he had chucked them on the counter. Gwyn’s brow furrowed. “We do?”

Alec spun on her, an incredulous look painting his features. “Of course we do. We’ve got a wedding to plan. I’m thinking we could have it this evening in the backyard if you want.”

He was grinning, full and unabashed, but Gwyn still shook her head. “No, it’s okay. We had a nice ceremony with the minister at the courthouse and we-”

“Let me rephrase,” Alec cut her off with a wave. “This wedding isn’t for you. It’s your way of apologizing for not telling me about you getting married in the first place. If you think I’m sending you off into the sunset with Jake fucking Seresin without ever seeing you in a wedding dress, you’re wrong. Now get your shoes on, and let’s go.”

Tears welled in her eyes, and she reached for his hand again. He turned it over without hesitation, entwining their fingers. He smiled down at her softly. “I want you to have everything you deserve.”

She sniffled, squeezing his hand.

Alec brushed his fingers down her cheek before continuing. “Plus I look fantastic in a suit.”

He could only laugh as she shoved an elbow into his ribs.

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There was something thrilling about running in and out of consignment shops all day with Alec until they came across an old white sundress that smelled like someone’s favorite perfume and citrus. It fell across her hips in loose ruffles and gathers, and Gwyn couldn’t help the way her throat tightened at the sight of herself in the dusty mirror shoved into a makeshift dressing room. Alec finished tying up the back of the garment for her before running his fingers up and down her arms and resting his chin on her shoulder.

“Beautiful,” he murmured softly, catching her eyes in the reflection with a small, intimate smile.

Alec had pushed her hand away when she reached for her wallet to pay, insisting he do the honors instead. “Besides,” he began with a teasing smirk, “you’re gonna need to save your money for all the couple’s counseling you’re bound to wind up in after dealing with Seresin in such close quarters.”

They had rushed home after Alec found a ridiculously maroon suit (which he swore wouldn’t upstage her), and set off on quickly getting ready before any guests arrived. Gwyn had only invited Rooster with a quick text, but Alec had swindled some of his fellow WSCOs to come by to “really liven things up”. Not that it mattered to Gwyn. None of it really mattered to her. Nothing except being married to Jake Seresin.

In the end, they were surrounded by a group of about twenty, all friends in some way, when they traded vows. Jake had lit up at the sight of her when she stepped outside into the backyard, walked down their makeshift aisle by Alec, who sniffled the entire way down. She had nearly fallen into tears from laughing when Alec insisted on not only escorting her, but also playing the role of man of honor, as well as minister after hurriedly getting ordained online in between their shopping stops. She had laughed, but found she could only smile through her tears as he led them through their intimate ceremony, never pulling his eyes away from the two of them.

Jake’s hand squeezed hers the entire time as he quietly beamed down at her, and Gwyn could practically see the excitement radiating off of him. Their courthouse ceremony had been enough, but this was somehow perfect, last minute and disorganized as it was. Perfect, even when the pizza delivery guy showed up halfway through their vows, stumbling into the backyard with their impromptu catering solution and a look of confusion before awkwardly settling into one of the mismatched chairs they had arranged. Gwyn barely held in her laugh, shoulders shaking while Jake pursed his lips to keep from outright cackling.

It was exactly everything she could have ever asked for. Because it was everything she adored about her husband. The intimacy of it, and the messiness, was exactly what she loved about Jake, and she could think of no better way to celebrate that love.

So even when Jake pulled the delivery boy in for their wedding photos, laughing through camera shutters and flashes, Gwyn counted herself very lucky to be his wife.

note: let me know if there’s anything else from this universe you want, im bored

#jake hangman seresin #jake seresin #jake seresin x reader #hangman top gun #jake hangman x reader #top gun maverick #rain soaked #fluff

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edwinspaynes · 3 months

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Which TSC characters do you think would be the biggest swifties?

im stoned as BALLS so DO NOT rb this (you are encouraged to reply)

matthew 10000% is the #1 biggest. his favorite eras 1989, reputation, tortured poet department. but he likes all. kinda like me, i have eras i like more and some i like less but i like all eras <3

thomas loves fearless and lover. alastair is not a swiftie. he only likes some songs from folklore and evermore. but he loves thomas so so much and lets him play it in the plane and in the train, not in a boat not in a ferry and definitely, definitely not through a mirror. that was not relevant. anyway, he lets thomas play it all over the place. <3333 thomas and alastair are genuinely the perfect ship. they fit together in all of the right ways and make the jagged edges whole. i just think they are so sweet together and bring the best in each other, and i think they challenge each other and also support each other.

but i digress. another swiftie group i think is clary, simon, isabelle, and magnus. not jace and alec. but clary is a speak now girlie. simon and isabelle both like midnights best and they will go to the roof in their apartment and play it on spotify and dance around to it in the middle of the night. i think simon does a dorky bad rendition of the midnight rain synth and izzy thinks it's hilarious. (also have i mentioned that bdilh is like. the ultimate sizzy song for me. okay). oh and magnus loves evermore btw not just the bubble pop albums. he likes those but evermore connects with him on the deepest level. it's about how not all things lasts forever but there's good in the fleeting things too, and he vibes

ummmm okay so objectively speaking i am sorry to say that emma carstairs has hardcore swiftie vibes. at least .... others close to her do not. god i want to like down bad SO badly

kieran probably likes it a lot too lol it would be so fun, he would understand like half the lyrics and mark and cristina would be soentertained

ALSO HOT TAKE BUT WILL. WILL FUCKING HERONDALE. HE WOULD LOVE RED, FOLKLORE, AND MIDNIGHTS. YOU CANNT CHANGE MY MIND.

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khaleesiofalicante · 11 months

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"What a dramatic exit." Anjai& Alec

“You don’t even know half those people.”

“I know them!”

“Rafael,” Anjali said sternly. “In your last performance appraisal, they explicitly told you to participate more in off the clock events.”

“And I participate more now!” Rafael huffed.

“Attending mandatory work meetings doesn’t count,” Alec hummed from the couch.

Rafael turned around and glared at him. “Nobody asked you.”

“Rafael,” Anjali said tiredly now. “I just don’t understand why you want to invite your entire office to the wedding.”

“Because they are my friends.”

“All of them?”

“All of them.”

“Okay,” Alec said – butting in again. “Name one person from the finance department then.”

“Uh,” Rafael said. “William?”

“You just said a common white name,” Anjali hissed.

“Doesn’t mean I’m wrong,” Rafael huffed again.

“Do you really care about all these people attending our wedding?” Anjali asked – a little softer now.

“Of course I do,” Rafael said quietly. “I know I haven’t been participating much. So, I guess I thought this would be a nice way to get closer to them.”

“You,” Alec scoffed. “You’re voluntarily inviting people to socialize with you?”

“What exactly is your problem?” Rafael groaned. “I want my colleagues to attend the wedding because I genuinely care about them.”

“So, this has nothing to do with fact that you want to show-off to your colleagues that you and I quote, landed the hottest and smartest woman on the planet?”

“I-What?” Rafael coughed.

“That’s what you mentioned in the email you sent them all,” Alec pointed out. “The email in which you accidentally copied me.”

“Okay. Fucking fine. Maybe I do want to show Anjali off,” Rafael put up his hands.

“That’s thirty extra plates!” Anjali groaned.

“Worth every fucking cent, amor,” Rafael said loudly. “Because I am in fact marrying the hottest and smartest woman on the planet, and I am proud of it.”

With that he stormed out of the apartment and turned around and glared at them both, clutching his wedding planner tightly to his chest, announcing with a theatrical flair, which he no doubt inherited from Magnus. “They will see! They will all see!”

And then he was gone.

“What a dramatic exit,” Alec noted.

Anjali shrugged. “At least he’s self-aware.”

“Because he is indeed marrying the hottest and smartest woman on the planet?” Alec inquired.

“Damn right he is.”

#idk what this is but it definitely isn't 100 words 😭#writing games

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vinhteer · 1 year

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Things I feel like itsfunneh's YHS should've utilized more (june 23rd 2023)

Alec's family being poor and them being absent in their life; If his family is poor and struggling and Alec is willing to cover up a MURDER, then the money must be BIG BIG BIG. So you'll have to show that he IS poor and struggling, but they don't really do that which leaves out for a lot of setups and potential things to happen. And anyway why is Yumi actively picking Alec for the job when im SURE random strangers on the internet would do better and for less. So that could mean that Alec excels at what he does (and you have to show that too). Btw I'm sure he could've gotten more money coding n stuff so like.... that means Yumi's pay must be so thick that they could live off of it for months or years. That means Yumi should be wiser when asking Alec for help, and it can only happen seldomly (or if not then Yumi would have to threaten him or try to ruin his plans at finding another job but Alec isn't THAT oblivious and it's giving pushover vibes). And anyway how did Alec acquire that skill??? Did he learn it through guiding books or something? Was one of his parents tecchy or smth?

The only way this would make sense is that this was before the 2000s, aka when technology was in fast development. It would also be easier to cover up murder so maybe before the 90s and 80s. Also where are the victims' parents

Anyway here are my extra ideas:

Tbh they kind of remind me of Yor and Yuri (from spy x family) in a way. We could've gotten some scenes about Alec desperately trying to find side gigs etc but eventually having to fall back in Yumi's pit every single time; it could show that he REALLY REALLY needed the money instead of just being slightly annoyed by Yumi's requests in the series

other stuff: Alec being obsessed with saving money at random times of the year without much explanation. He probably has some traumatic anecdotes about how the landlord almost kicked the both of them(him and aly) out at some point due to financial instability.

Despite being robbed of his childhood and having to be independent at such a young age, I feel like he could help his friends financially n stuff... (GOLD IM LOOKING AT YOU)

and then they're all like "wait how did you know this?!" and Alec just goes ".... the Internet hahahah 😅"

The whole Evelyn and Yumi ordeal; I actually don't understand why Yumi is trying to kill her- I MEAN IT MAKES SENSE, but we all know that rich people have way more influence right? That means Evelyn's dad can get really good policemen, detectives and lawyers on the job (this could also show that the judiciary department can always become very corrupt esp in the US, and how many serial killers get away with murder if it's the death of a minority, aka ones that they deem as unimportant, useless, etc).

And so, these two can create an extremely intriguing plot since Yumi will have to tiptoe around Evelyn, aka someone who can actually challenge her. Evelyn is actually really smart and seems to always be 2 steps ahead, but somehow she's extremely oblivious in the series which is a shame imo...

GOING TO SCHOOL TO ACTUALLY STUDY. Where are the good old exams? The teachers you hate? The teachers you love? The teachers you care about. The teachers who made you love learning, or at least bear it.

#rambling #yandere high school itsfunneh #itsfunneh yandere high school #itsfunneh yhs

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whatacaitastrophe · 6 months

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Everything Has Changed - Chapter 7

Previous Chapter

Chapter Song Inspiration: "Shadow of Mine" - Alec Benjamin

Chapter Warnings: fantasizing about acts of a sexual nature

Spotify Playlist: Here

Author Notes: Thank you all so much for reading, reblogging, liking, and commenting on this fic (and the first one)! If you are interested in supporting me in other ways, I have a Ko-Fi link. ya girl has been behind on bills for two months and i've got a dog to feed, and every little bit helps <3

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Chapter 7: It Won't Let Me Go

Arabella remained with them until they made it to Daggerford, and the goodbye was just as tearful as the reunion.

“Are you sure you won’t come with us?” Fallon pleaded with the tiefling for the fifth time that day as she hugged Arabella tightly.

“I’m sure–but we have sending spells now, so you’ll be able to find me once you get back. No more disappearing without a trace,” Arabella let go of Fallon and gave Gale a pointed look. “For any of you.”

“Did you really have to tell her the entire story of what transpired since we last saw her?” Gale rolled his eyes, but he was smiling.

“Do you really want me to answer that question?” Fallon teased. The fact that she could laugh about it now, with Gale of all people, was a testament to how far she’d come. How far she and Gale had come since he returned to her life.

“Point taken.” Gale sighed. He embraced Arabella when she approached him, and pressed an affectionate kiss to the top of the teenager’s head. “Stay out of trouble, little one.”

“Well that’s the pot calling the kettle black, isn’t it?” Astarion chimed in as he approached to say goodbye to Arabella next. “I’m more worried about the three of us finding trouble than I am about her.”

“From everything I’ve witnessed in the last couple of days, that’s probably reasonable.” Arabella teased as she wrapped her arms around Astarion’s middle.

With one final wave, Arabella departed back in the direction they came from, and Fallon wiped the last of her tears from her eyes. “I’m going to miss her.” Fallon said sadly.

Having Arabella in camp filled a hole in Fallon’s heart that she hadn’t even realized existed until Arabella swept in to save them from the vampires. Not only had Arabella rounded out their little party very nicely personality wise, but Astarion and Gale had become a little friendlier towards each other since Arabella arrived. Fallon could only assume the change in attitudes was due to the fact that the vampire and the sorcerer were hyper-aware they were being watched by an incredibly observant young person, and they wanted to be a positive influence on her.

It was an assumption that left Fallon imagining what both Astarion and Gale would be like with children of their own, and those thoughts made her heart flutter. Before being kidnapped by mind-flayers, having children was not something Fallon had ever considered. She’d been single by choice, content with the freedom of not having to answer to anybody and without anyone depending on her. Not only that, but she’d firmly believed she wouldn’t be a very good mother. Fallon was most certainly not the woman she’d been when the nautiloid picked her up, and her life had gone in a direction she never could have imagined. Now, she’d been lucky enough to experience life-altering love not once, but twice, and that love made her think about the future for a change. It made her wonder if she would make a good mother if she had the right person at her side.

Not that becoming a mother was something Fallon was eager to do now, nor was it something she and Astarion had even talked about. Not only was Fallon unsure if children were even something Astarion wanted, but Fallon wasn’t even sure it was possible for Astarion to get her pregnant at all. Fallon wasn’t in a position to take any chances right now because of their lifestyle, so she still took a contraceptive tonic every month anyway, but was it even necessary? Fallon pushed the thoughts to the back burner of her mind, where they would remain until after this adventure was over.

Daggerford was a small town about a three-day ride from Waterdeep. It would have been nice if their journey was ending in Waterdeep, but instead, the City of Splendours was just the final stop before leaving Faerun altogether. The only portal to Velrea was in Waterdeep, and Fallon just hoped they wouldn’t have to wait terribly long before being granted access to use it. Though it wasn’t as if there would be nothing for them to do in Waterdeep– not with Gale in their party. The closer they got to the sorcerer’s hometown, the higher Gale’s spirits became. He was already talking about showing them all of the magic of his tower, visiting his mother, and a tavern or two he wanted to show them. For tonight though, Daggerford was where they’d rest, and the thought of getting to sleep in a real bed for the first time in weeks had Fallon counting the hours until it was a reasonable time to collapse on the mattress and sleep.

“I don’t think there are enough words to express how much I am looking forward to a hot bath.” Gale groaned as they reached their rooms at the Lizard’s Gizzard, an inn nestled in the Money Quarter of Daggerford.

“I think that’s something we can all agree on.” Astarion mused while Fallon unlocked their door.

“Definitely. How about we all freshen up and meet back downstairs in an hour? We could do with some additional supplies, just to get us to Waterdeep.” Fallon suggested, and Gale nodded his head.

“The two of you can go– I, for one, am going to fully enjoy letting my skin breathe by staying in this room until nightfall.” Fallon didn’t blame Astarion for not wanting to go out with them when it wasn’t necessary. The look the innkeeper had given him when they walked in the door was bad enough, the excuse of a “skin condition” they’d given him was rather weak, and Fallon wasn’t entirely sure the man had believed them.

“That makes sense. We’re not exactly in a remote area anymore, and your daytime attire may cause more raised eyebrows than we’re used to. Best not to push our luck when we’re in the home stretch. Fallon, I’ll see you in an hour.” Gale confirmed before disappearing into his own room.

Fallon followed Astarion into their room and she let out a sigh of contentment at the sight of the bed. “I’m going to sleep so well tonight, my gods.” Fallon walked over to the large tub in the corner of the room and grinned. It was already full of steaming hot water, waiting for them, and Fallon was officially of the opinion that the staff at this place needed a raise. Without thinking twice, she stripped out of her clothes and slipped into the water, only wincing slightly as the hot water hit her skin.

“Oh, were you planning on sleeping, darling?” Astarion said devilishly, following her lead and removing his own clothes, joining her in the bath without waiting for an invitation.

Fallon gave him a wry grin. “Among other things,” she gently splashed him with water. “Still, sleeping for only a few hours in a comfortable bed will be infinitely better than a full night on the ground.”

“Yes, I’ll be quite happy once we reach Waterdeep because it means the camping part of this journey is over.” Astarion sighed dramatically.

Fallon laughed lightly before submerging herself in the water fully, soaking her hair and face. She desperately needed to wash her hair, but after traveling for half the day, she really just wanted to sit in the water and enjoy its warmth for a while. Astarion seemed to have a similar idea, and he reached for her, pulling Fallon so she sat between his legs with her back to him. She leaned back against him and was rewarded with a tender kiss to her shoulder as his arms wrapped around her.

“You’re sure the portal will take us directly to Asha, and we’ll truly be done with camping?” Fallon wondered. Astarion hummed in response, his mouth lingering on her skin.

“Positive. Everything I’ve read says the Waterdeep portal goes directly to the city center in Asha,” His fingers traced over her abdomen, easily finding the wound she’d earned in their fight against the vampire coven earlier that week. “Does it still hurt?”

Fallon nodded softly. “A little. The scar will look cool though once it’s fully healed.”

Fallon noted the sudden change of topic, but didn’t push Astarion on it. There was something about his tone that told her to leave it for now. It was almost as though he didn’t want to talk about what would happen once they reached Asha, because that was basically where the plan ended. Their research had turned up how to get there, the layout of the city and its different districts, but they’d found very little on the subject of vampire activity in the area; which meant they were going to have to wing it, or hope that a vampire from another coven entering their territory would smoke the Ashan vampires out, just as Astarion’s presence had done to the Szarlnaxis.

The muffled sound of Astarion’s laughter reverberated against her skin as he kissed her shoulder again and let out an amused exhale through his nose. “Well, as long as the scar looks cool.” He said sarcastically. Astarion released his light hold on her to reach for the soap, and lathered it between his hands. Once he set the soap back down, his hands were on Fallon again, pushing her to lean forward enough so he could access her back.

The feeling of his broad hands massaging her back was enough for a closed mouth moan to escape Fallon’s body, and she allowed her head to fall forward as she relaxed. The more relaxed she became, the more her mind wandered back to her earlier thoughts about Gale and Astarion, and how well-behaved they were in front of Arabella.

“You and Gale seem to be getting on much better lately,” Fallon observed. “Who knew all it would take would be him turning you into a cat?”

“You’re hilarious. No, I think we came to a bit of an understanding when he offered to let me drink his blood, and I, in turn, figured out he’s a sorcerer.” Astarion mused.

“So the two of you are friends again? It wasn’t just because Arabella was around?” She couldn’t help but be hopeful that the vampire and the sorcerer were actually becoming friends. It would certainly make her life easier.

“I don’t know if I would use the term 'friends', but Gale is certainly much more tolerable when he’s not moaning about being a normal human.” Astarion’s hands moved from her back to her shoulders, and Fallon smiled to herself.

“I never got to ask– did his blood taste how you predicted it would?” She inquired, recalling their conversation from back when they first met about what everyone else in camp’s blood might taste like.

“Better, if I’m being honest.” Astarion confessed, and to her surprise, the tiniest ball of jealousy formed in the pit of Fallon’s stomach. She moved away from the vampire and adjusted herself so she was on her knees between his legs, facing him.

“Better than mine?” She pouted playfully, and Astarion’s expression bloomed into a satisfied smirk. He reached for Fallon beneath the water, resting his hands on her hips and he tugged her back towards him. Fallon went willingly, spreading her legs to straddle his lap and draped her arms around his neck.

“Strange, I didn’t take you for the jealous type, darling.” he teased.

“Who said anything about being jealous? Maybe I just like being the best.” Fallon shrugged innocently as she played with the silver curls at the nape of his neck.

Astarion’s fingers idly traced circles on her hips as he considered her argument. “You do have a competitive streak,” He conceded, leaning forward to connect his mouth with hers. Astarion’s tongue traced her bottom lip before he gently nipped at it with his teeth. “But I don’t think that’s all it is.”

“You’re avoiding the question, sweetheart.” Fallon called him out, rolling her hips slowly against his, and she felt Astarion’s cock begin to stir with interest.

Astarion let out a tiny moan disguised as a laugh and kissed her once, twice, three times, and each kiss became progressively needier. When he pulled away, he pressed his forehead against Fallon’s.“No, my love, no one’s taste compares to yours. You’re in a different galaxy compared to everyone else. You were my first, after all, and one always remembers their first.”

“That’s more like it.” Fallon hummed and enveloped his mouth with her own.

Fallon managed to only be five minutes late to meet Gale downstairs. “Have you been waiting long?” She greeted Gale.

“I only just got down here myself.” Gale shook his head, avoiding her gaze, and she couldn’t help but notice the rosy color creeping up his neck.

It didn’t take a genius to figure out why Gale couldn’t look at Fallon. After all, Gale’s room was directly next to Fallon and Astarion’s, and Fallon was late because she’d spent a large portion of the time she was supposed to be using to get ready with Astarion’s face between her legs. Despite being one of the nicer inns in town, apparently that didn’t mean the walls were soundproof. Fallon shot him an apologetic look. “I’m sorry, Gale.”

He breathed out an embarrassed laugh and waved his hand. “It’s quite alright. After all, it’s not the first time in this journey that I’ve…heard things…” Gale cleared his throat. It was true, but if Gale had been bothered the last time he heard Fallon and Astarion, he hadn’t had time to be visually uncomfortable about it in front of them, thanks to the ambush.

“I can ask the innkeeper to move Astarion and I farther away from you, if you wish.” She offered.

“No,” Gale answered, a little too quickly, and Fallon’s brow furrowed in confusion. He cleared his throat again, and he looked up, forcing himself to look at her. “I’ll be fine. Arabella was kind enough to teach me a spell that blocks out noise. Not something I’d dare try out in the open— far too much risk— but here, at an inn with doors that lock, and parchment thin walls that hardly feel like walls at all? I think I’ll be safe to give it a go. Though Arabella did mention I can only use it once per day, so I thought it best I save it for this evening.”

Guilt swirled in her stomach, but it was different from the guilt she’d felt earlier on in their journey about flaunting her relationship with Astarion in front of Gale. Instead, the guilt she felt had nothing to do with the fact that her ex-boyfriend overheard them having sex, and everything to do with the way her body reacted to the information. Knowing that Gale could hear everything, almost as though he were in the room with them from the sound of it, sent a thrilling shot of arousal through her body.

It was arousal that caused her mind to imagine Gale pleasuring himself as he listened to Fallon and Astarion enjoying each other; to imagine what it would be like if Gale were in the room with them, watching: praising her for how well she took Astarion’s cock and telling her how pretty she looked while Gale stroked himself. How it would feel when Gale’s restraint finally faltered and he joined them on the bed.

Fallon felt guilty for how badly she wanted it. Fallon was pretty sure Astarion would do it if he thought it would make her happy, but not because he wanted to. In Fallon’s mind, that in itself was the same as Astarion saying “no,” because there was no world in which she would prioritize her own pleasure above of Astarion’s level of sexual comfort. Then there was Gale: the man who told Fallon she wasn’t a “loaf of bread to be passed around a table at supper time” at her suggestion of bringing Halsin into their relationship.

That was why this guilt was manifesting within her for desiring something that would make the two people she cared for most in this world at best wildly uncomfortable, even if for entirely different reasons. The fact that Fallon once again considered Gale among the people she cared most for in this world was another realization in itself.

Falling back into a friendship with Gale had been as easy as breathing. He was, still, one of her best friends, and while she felt like she’d finally forgiven Gale for the things he’d done to her, that didn’t mean she had forgotten. Her heart certainly hadn’t. Knowing how deeply she cared for Gale as a person, as a friend, when mixed with the fact that she was clearly still sexually attracted to the man, well, it was one step too close to falling back in love with him. Even without the Astarion of it all, the idea of granting Gale access to her heart a second time absolutely terrified her.

“Fallon? Are you alright? You look like you’re miles away.” Gale’s voice snapped her out of the reverie.

“Yes, sorry, my mind ran off without me.” She explained as a deep blush permeated her cheeks, revealing her embarrassment.

An amused look formed on Gale’s face. “Where did it run off to?”

“Nowhere exciting,” Fallon lied with a smile. “Come on, we need supplies.”

Gale’s expression revealed that he did not believe her, but thankfully he didn’t push the matter further, and for that she was grateful.

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dreaming-marchling · 6 months

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Director's cut around anything in The Warlock's Cat? I absolutely adore the story.

The Warlock's Cat Tidbits :)

Also, hopefully cats weren’t deathly allergic to romaine lettuce, carrots and what tasted like balsamic vinaigrette. All Alec knew was that cats hunted mice, what their diets were like after that was a mystery. Nobody could actually be allergic to a carrot, right?

Just in case anyone out there is unclear, cats totally can't survive on a vegan diet, they have to have meat. So nice try with this salad, Alec, but this did absolutely nothing for you lol

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He braced himself, flexed his claws but didn’t attack. He didn’t want to attack. Alec was just resting up, he’d get out of here as soon as he could but he had no way of communicating that so the cat probably…

It licked him.

Aside from the kindness from Chairman here, cats groom each other to bond but often the groomer is asserting dominance over the groomee. So in cat speak, Chairman is also saying "this is my house but I like you" while he grooms Alec. Further enforcing Magnus' thought later that Chairman and Alec are friends and that Chairman is the alpha in the friendship lol (and that they're both aware and okay with that)

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To his great surprise, she turned to him and nodded her head as well, “I am the Sirin. It is a pleasure to meet you as well.”

The initial outline didn't have the Sirin. I just wanted some various Downworlders to show Alec how similar their people were and that Magnus was nothing like what Maryse had said. I decided it'd be fun to have a non-humanoid being come to Magnus so I started researching. When I discovered the Sirin from Russian folklore I fell in love and had to include her.

This is a picture of her and her counterpart Alkonost (the Sirin is on the left)

[By Viktor Vasnetsov, Birds of Joy and Sorrow (1896)]

This is my favorite artwork of them but there are many other great ones (plus plenty that stick a pair of featherless tits in the center of their bird chests, if that does anything for you lol).

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The spell carried Alec all the way to his bed in Magnus’ bedroom where there was some green stuff – oregano? – scattered around. Alec didn’t stick around to figure it out, he just rushed back out to the living room but Magnus was gone.

I've said before that I was heartily tempted to include an "Alec on catnip" scene but didn't because the technically un-aware and un-consenting drug use on Alec's part would change the overall lighthearted tone of the story too much but please know that after the story eventually Magnus manages to convince Alec to give the catnip a try and he gets some potent zoomies and really enjoys himself rolling around on the floor over and over again lol. He likes it better than alcohol.

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Once more, the conga line departed the loft via portal.

Listen, if I was rich and could pay the cast to act out scenes from my stories, I'd obviously totally pick the really major romantic moments or big revelation moments or hurt/comfort moments, like I've got a list I could choose from happily. This one though... I would be genuinely tempted even though it's not major in any way. It's so dumb at a certain point, like it forever cracks me up. I was cackling writing this. I don't really do funny confidently but like, I was genuinely laughing at how ridiculous this had gotten.

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Under no circumstance was he telling them about the litter box situation. If they loved him they wouldn’t even ask.

This occurred to Izzy and Jace both but they do love him so they didn't ask.

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He was small. He was furry.

He was a cat.

Again.

Shit.

Originally the story was meant to end with Alec going to talk to Magnus and them realizing they're in wuv and kissing. I was having too much fun though so I added the whole cat shifter thing.

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“The next person who finds you and thinks you’re a stray might be a more modern and responsible cat owner.” Cat said, glancing at Magnus before she turned and smirked at Alec, “I was encouraging Magnus to neuter you. Sorry about that.”

After the story ends, Magnus casts a few spells on Alec to ensure that any catting doesn't get him in a bad situation like a tracking spell and, discretely and importantly, a notice-me-not spell on his balls. I didn't know how to weave that in but like, it's important lmao.

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“Sorry if this is rude but is your cat a cat?” Alec asked in one rush.

I added this shortly before posting because readers had been commenting about Chairman's perceptiveness. Give me a hint of an excuse to talk about Chairman Meow the familiar or the old forest god or literally all the many headcanons and thoughts I have about this cat, seriously. Any excuse.

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Then came something glowing red. Alec picked it up gingerly and was surprised to read Kīlauea Lava from January 22, 1884 Eruption.

This is a real eruption of a real volcano. I researched this. Why? Are any of you vulcanologists? I don't know why I was so intent on accuracy here but good opportunity to tell people now: this is a real volcano eruption.

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Magnus laughed, “Shall you tell your mother or would you like the High Warlock to do so?”

Maryse listens to the explanation of this and literally stares at them silently for like a full minute before turning and walking away. It's like long after Valentine that Maryse again acknowledges that her son is a cat shifter.

Thank you for asking!!

#My Writing

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Do Brian & Aisha & Alec for the blorbo bingo obviously :p

alec:

almost everyone but me is wrong about him. gnawing on wildbow's leg like a rabid dog for dropping the ball in the gender and sexuality department. there has got to be SOME reason i like him so much but i have no idea what it is. did not expect to care about him even remotely but his death put him in my brain forever against my will. i can make him worse. and will hypothetically sometimes for fun. he is chilling on the couch in my mind palace in perpetuum. i want to take him out for ice cream as a special treat. the thing is that i Would say "alec did nothing wrong" as a somewhat facetious rebuttal of the fandom spaces that think he's an ontologically evil cunt for being sexually abused when he was 12 but the same people also genuinely believe he did nothing wrong in his interlude and subsequently i cannot say "alec did nothing wrong" without sounding exactly like said people. so i compromise with "alec did 2 things wrong and the things redditors think he did wrong are none of them," which technically isn't true either, but captures my intended sentiment close enough. i love him forever

aisha:

ilove her forever. she's done nothing wrong in her entire life, ever, at any point in time. i wish her existence was pleasant and easy. please stop putting her in situations. alec is my favorite in a "inexplicable bout of autism" way but aisha is my favorite worm character in a "favorite with all inexplicable bouts of autism aside" way. i wish ward was about aisha. fuck vicky i want an entire book about aisha. everythign ever should be about aisha. extremely underrated undersider. i wish i was autistic about aisha instead of alec so i could inspire an Aishaposting Renaissance on wormblr instead of just an alec one. we should set wildbow's car on fire once for every Wildbow Moment involved in the writing of aisha laborn. also i should clarify. most worm fandom takes about the undersiders are incorrect in general, so i'm defining "fandom" here as just wormblr and not the broader worm fandom--wormblr generally understands miss aisha laborn imo

brian:

every time i think too hard about the way wildbow fucks up writing brian i morph into a man literally too angry to die. there's soooo much interesting shit there and then he just fully forgets to make any of it relevant. Gnawing On His Leg Like A Rabid Dog. i Love brian he's one of the top characters ever. there's something about an exceedingly normal guy who isn't Actually normal but Thinks he is because everyone else is so much weirder than him that's so funny and endearing. i wish his life didn't suck so much but also i love watching how much it sucks. we should all post about him more. i intend to get a phd in brian laborn upon worm reread.

#ask #worm spoilers #scarf don't look #i forgot the lost potential square was there #imagine its checked for brian

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Do you have any thoughts on the use of AAVE for Nile (or lack thereof) in TOG fanfiction? I've been reading some Book of Nile fic and some writers seem to write her as a Millennial™ (using words like "fave" and "woke") but never acknowledge her Blackness in her patterns of speech. I know we don't see her use as much AAVE in the films, but I would argue she's in situations where code-switching would be valued (first in a "professional" environment in the army, then around a group of non-Black strangers).

Hi anon! I have many thoughts on this and I'm honored you asked me! But I should start by saying I'm white and any thoughts Black fans and especially Black American fans have on this that they want to share would be beyond lovely. (I'm not gonna tag anybody bc that feels rude but please add onto this post if any of y'all see this and want to!)

The main reason I personally avoid AAVE for Nile in my own fics is because I'm not Black. But Nile-centric fics by Black writers tend to avoid using much of it too, at least from what I've noticed/understood, and my guess is it's largely for the reason you mention, that she's in situations that encourage code-switching.

In movie canon Nile is highly competent at tailoring her language to each situation she finds herself in. This fantastic linguistics analysis meta shows how skillfully Nile chooses her vocabulary and grammar to meet her goals with different conversation partners in different contexts. In comics canon Nile had a bunch of different civilian jobs before joining the Marines, so she would've had experience code-switching in the ways that made sense for all those different contexts as well as the Marines and her family and high school and wherever else she spent her time before we met her. And now she's spending her time with a handful of immortals none of whom are native English speakers and a fellow Black American but one with a Queen's English UK accent whose professional experience is in the CIA where high-status code-switching is often an absolute must for success or even survival.

Fics featuring Nile are charged with extrapolating from that to how it might show up in her use of language that she's coping with a traumatic separation from her family and her career and pretty much everything she's ever known and now she needs to be able to make herself understood to people who seem to care about her and each other but are super duper in crisis, three (soon to be four) of whom predate Modern English entirely and the only one who's anywhere near her contemporary she's not supposed to talk to for a century. All of these people are telling her that pretty much any contact with any mortals poses an existential threat to her and the rest of the group. How the FUCK is she supposed to cope with that, like, generally? And would it be a more effective way for her to cope if she talked to Andy Joe and Nicky using the speech patterns that she used to use with her mom and brother, to at least retain that part of her identity even if it means having to do a lot of explaining, or would it meet her needs better to prioritize Andy Joe and Nicky understanding what she means with her words over using the particular words and grammar forms she used with her family?

I've seen several fics, both Nile-centric / BoN and otherwise, explore this a little bit in how/whether Nile uses Millennial™ speak. It's often a theme in Nile texting Booker despite the exile because of the popular headcanon that he as The Tech Guy is the only other immortal who understands memes. But Nile's much-younger-than-Booker mom probably uses Boomer and/or Gen X memes and Andy has been adapting to new communication styles for forever as evidenced by her canon high level of fluency with standard-American-accented English.

Which brings us back to people avoiding AAVE because they're not Black and they don't want to make mistakes (or they're not Black and they don't want to get yelled at for making mistakes, though I think many people overestimate how much they'll get yelled at while underestimating how much these mistakes can hurt). I can imagine some Black fans hold back from using much AAVE in fic because they don't want to share in-group stuff with white people who are likely to then adopt and ruin it, as white people so often do with Black cultural stuff. Some links about this including a great Khadija Mbowe video. I'm saying this gently, anon, because you might not know: woke, an example you cited as Millennial™ speak, is AAVE, and that's gotten erased by so many white people appropriating it and using it incorrectly online.

And also there's the part where fandom is a hobby and you never know when you're reading a fic that's the very first thing someone's ever written outside of a school assignment. This cultural considerations of language shit takes a level of effort and skill that not everybody puts into every fic, or even could if they wanted to because they haven't had time to build their skills yet. It's definitely easier for non-Black fans to project our millennial feels onto Nile than to do the layers of research and self-reflection it requires to depict what Blackness might mean to Nile, and it's not surprising that often people sharing their hobby creations on the internet have gone the easier route. There's not even necessarily shame in doing what's easier. It's just frustrating and often hurtful when structural white supremacy means that 3-dimensional Black characters are rare in media and thoughtful explorations of them in fandom are seen by the majority of fans as not-easy to make and therefore Nile Freeman, the main character in The Old Guard (2020) dir. Gina Prince-Bythewood, has the least fic and meta and art made about her of our 5 main immortals.

I've been active in different fandoms off and on for twenty years and I barely managed to write 5,000 words about Sam Wilson across multiple different fics in the 7 years since I fell in love with him. There's an alchemy to which characters we connect with, and on top of that which characters we connect with in a way that causes us to create stuff about them. Something about Nile Freeman finally tipped me over the edge from a voracious reader to a voracious writer. It's not for me to judge which characters speak to other individuals to the level of creating content about them, but I do think it's important for us to notice, and then work to fight, the pattern where across this fandom as a whole Nile gets way less content, and way less depth in so much of the content that's in theory about her, than any of these other characters.

Anyway, back to language. My two long fics feature Nile with several Black friends — Copley and OCs and cameos from other media — but all of those characters except Alec Hardison from Leverage aren't American. It's very possible I'm guilty of stereotyping Black British speech patterns in I See Your Eyes Seek a Distant Shore. I watched hours and hours of Black haircare YouTube videos in the research for that fic and I modeled my OCs' speech patterns on what I heard from some of those YouTubers as well as what I've heard people like John Boyega and Idris Elba saying in interviews, but the thing about doing your best is you still might fuck up.

I'm slowly making progress on my WIP where Nile and Sam Wilson are cousins, and what ways of talking with a family member might be authentic for Nile is a major question I need to figure out. For that, I'm largely modeling my writing choices on how I hear my Black friends and colleagues talking to each other. I haven't overheard colleagues talking in an office in a long-ass time, but back when that was a thing, I remember seeing a ton of nuance in the different ways many of my Black colleagues would talk to each other. Different people have different personalities! And backgrounds! And priorities! A few jobs ago my department was about 1/3 Black and we worked closely with Obama administration staff many of whom were Black and there was SO MUCH VARIETY in how Black people talked to each other, about work and workplace-appropriate personal stuff, where I and other white coworkers could hear. There are a few work friends in particular who I have in my head when I'm trying to imagine how Sam and Nile might talk to each other. From the outside looking in, God DAMN is shit complicated, intellectually and interpersonally and spiritually, for Black people who are devoting their professional lives to public service in the United States.

One more aspect of this that I have big thoughts on but I need to take extra care in talking about is the idea of acknowledging Nile's Blackness in her patterns of speech. There's no one right way to be Black, and Nile's a fictional character created by a white dude but there are plenty of real-life Black Americans who don't use much or even any AAVE, for reasons that are complicated because of white supremacy. (Highly highly recommend this video by Shanspeare on the harms of the Oreo stereotype.)

Something that's not the same but has enough similarity that I think it's worth talking about is my personal experience with authenticity and American Jewish speech patterns. My Jewish family members don't talk like they're in The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel, and I've known lots of people who do talk that way (or the millennial version of it), some of whom have questioned my Jewishness because I don't talk that way. That hurts me. Sometimes when another Jew tells me some shit like "I've never heard a Jew say y'all'd've," I can respond with "well now you have asshole, bless your Yankee-ass heart," because the myth of Dixie is a racist lie but I will totally call white Northerners Yankees when they're being shitty to me for being Southern, and this particular Jew fucking revels in using "bless your heart" with maximum polite aggression, especially with said Yankees. But sometimes I don't have it in me to say anything and it just quietly hurts having an important part of me disbelieved by someone who shares that important part of me. The sting isn't quite the same when non-Jews disbelieve or discount my Jewishness, but that hurts too.

Who counts as authentically Jewish is a messy in-group conversation and it doesn't really make sense to explain it all here. Who counts as authentically Jewish is a matter of legal status for immigration, citizenship, and civil rights in Israel, and it's my number 2 reason after horrific treatment of Palestinians that I'm antizionist. But outside that extremely high-stakes legal situation, it can just feel really shitty to not be recognized as One Of Us, especially by your own people.

It can also feel really shitty to be The Only One of Your Kind in a group, even if that group is an immortal chosen family who all loves each other dearly. Sometimes especially in a situation like that where you know those people love you but there are certain things they don't get about you and will never quite be able to. I'm definitely projecting at least a little bit of my "lonely Jew who will be alone again for yet another Jewish holiday" stuff onto Nile when at the end of I See Your Eyes Seek a Distant Shore she's thinking about being the only Black immortal and moving away from the community she'd built with a mostly-Black group of mortals in that fic. Maybe that tracks, or maybe that's fucked up of me.

Basically, this got very long but it's complicated, writing about experiences that aren't your own takes skill which in turn takes time and practice to build, writing about experiences not your own that our society maligns can cause a lot of harm if done badly, it can also cause a lot of harm when a large enough portion of a fandom just decides to nope out of something that's difficult and risky because then there's just not much content about a character who deserves just a shit ton of loving and nuanced content, people are individuals and two people who come from the exact same cultural context might show that influence in all kinds of different ways, identity is complicated, language is complicated, writing is hard, and empathy and humility and doing our best aren't a guarantee of avoiding harm but they do go a long way in helping people create thoughtful content about a character as awesome and powerful and kind and messy and scared and curious and WORTHY as Nile Freeman.

#nile freeman #linguistics #TOG POC Love Fest #nileweek2021 #tog meta #tog #long post #mine #antiblackness #jewish things #hi i'm an antizionist jew no i don't really want to talk about it

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delightfullyterrible · 3 years

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Hey guys!

So a while back an idea entered my head and I wrote a fic on it and decided to post it here...... mind you this is my first ever fic and I'm super nervous about it 😶

Also, shoutout to @khaleesiofalicante for helping me with this ❤

Anyway, hope y'all like it 😄

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MAX’S FIRST BDAY

The doorbell rang, he was finally here. Alec opened the door and saw his parabatai standing on the other side. “What took you so long?” he asked Jace.

“What? I came here as soon as I could. What’s the emergency anyway? The party doesn’t start until later” Jace replied coolly.

“Yes the party doesn’t start until later," Alec said with a little exasperation “but there’s a problem with the cake”. He took Jace to the kitchen and opened the cake box.

“Um, Alec this is- “

“I know.”

“It’s explicit. Inappropriate!”

“I know” Alec sighed “I ordered a Smurfs cake and instead they sent this”. Ever since Max had watched Smurfs with his aunt Clary and uncle Simon, he had become obsessed with all things Smurfs related. So, getting him a Smurfs cake was a no-brainer.

Jace looked thoughtfully at the cake for a moment and then said “You know Magnus could just change this magically, you don’t need my help”.

Alec had considered this option but unfortunately for him, Magnus had gone to Queens to buy some potion ingredients for an important client. "By the time Magnus comes back, the party would have started and everyone will have seen this inappropriate, butt-shaped blue cake," Alec said.

Jace took out his phone and called up Clary. “She says she’ll be here in a few minutes, she’s an artist so she’ll know how to turn this cake around” Jace told Alec who now seemed a little relieved.

A few minutes later, Clary arrived with Simon in tow. “Simon was with me when you called so he tagged along. So there's a cake emergency I hear" she asked no one in particular and walked towards the kitchen so she could examine the cake. Simon followed her. She opened the box lid and peered inside. She looked up at the two men utterly scandalized.

"Wow, that is um… that is some cake I tell you," Simon said with a nervous chuckle.

“I ordered a different cake and the bakery sent this instead. Please just rectify it before everyone arrives” Alec pleaded.

Exactly at that moment, the doorbell rang again and Magnus entered. He was looking particularly majestic today, wearing a blue-green shirt with a peacock feather print on it.

He looked around and greeted them. “Hello angel-blooded ones, the party hasn’t started yet why are you here so early?”. He looked from one to another until his eyes fell on the cake. His eyes widened in horror/amusement.

Alec immediately jumped in. "There was a mix-up at the bakery and they've sent us this. I wanted to call you up but you were busy and I didn't want to disturb you and now we have this inappropriate-looking cake which will probably scar our son for life” he lamented.

Magnus looked pityingly at his adorable boyfriend. “Alexander dear, if something indeed scars our child for life, I assure you it won’t be this cake”.

Alec had an inkling that Magnus was referring to the treatment Max would eventually face in the future for being a warlock. He made a mental note to address it later.

Magnus took the cake out of the box. “Don't worry my darling, I will fix this cake in a jiffy". He rolled up his sleeves, took a knife from the knife stand, and got to work.

A few minutes later, Clary peered over Magnus’s shoulder. “Wow Magnus, you’re surprisingly good at this. Have you done this before?”.

Magnus snorted. “Yes I have biscuit, but it’s an old story involving me, a faerie, and a bunch of horny vampires”.

For some reason, Jace looked sideways at Simon when the horny vampires were mentioned.

Magnus stepped back and pointed at the cake with a flourish. The cake didn't exactly look like a Smurf but it was much, much better than the original. Alec could have wept tears of joy.

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It had been almost an hour since the cake debacle. The living room was full of people. The whole gang was here along with Catarina, Maia, Bat, Lily, and his mother. Robert too had portaled in from Alicante. Jem and Tessa had appeared in projection form 10 minutes ago to wish Max and give him his present, which was a baby superhero cape.

They were currently cutting the cake. Izzy was clapping and hooting loudly, nearly scaring her mother and everyone was singing 'happy birthday’ in a slightly off-key tune. Magnus had picked up Max and was taking him around the room, helping him feed cake pieces to everyone.

Alec took a step back and looked at the room full of people with a warm feeling in his heart. Every person in the room meant a great deal to both Magnus and Alec. If 12-year-old Alec had known that he would grow up and fall in love with a warlock, much less have a family with him, he would have found it unbelievable. But then again, 12-year-old Alec had never dared to dream of having a future for himself. The Clave and its backward mentality had made sure of that.

They were all busy opening the presents and Max was joyfully squealing at the sight of so many gifts. Alec himself had spent days finding a gift for max and finally settled for a blue sailor onesie. Magnus, who always had a thing for giving the best gifts, had gotten Max a set of Smurfs plushies.

He was not as awesome as Magnus in the gift-giving department, but deep down he knew that the best gift he could give his son was acceptance and respect within the shadowhunter community. A kind of future where Max would not be unfairly judged for his demon heritage. That would require changing the Clave from the inside out. And he would do it. One day, Alec Lightwood would change the world for his boys. But that day was not today. Today was a day filled with laughter, joy, cake, presents and most importantly - love.

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tagging a few peeps-

@khaleesiofalicante @readingwonders @josiecarstairs @lxdyblackthorn @youngreckless @lqdyofroses @beclynn-herondale @jesse-is-spiralling

#pix's stuff #malec #lightwood bane family #tmi gang #max lightwood bane #magnus bane #alec lightwood #fluff

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khaleesiofalicante · 2 years

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Why is it that every time I’m like wow I should probably do work nine hours before it’s due I end up scrolling down your Tumblr and catching up on anything I’ve missed?

While I am here, Lily‘s life updates I guess:

At some point in the last three weeks or two weeks, I DK what time is anymore I finished chain of thorns. I’m going to wait to tell you what I think until you’ve finished, but do let me know when you’ve finished. I need you and Noah to be the people I discuss this with and both of you are still reading so currently I am alone with my thoughts.

I also recently saw a movie in 4d and that shit was probably one of the coolest things I have experienced this year. It was a Marvel movie so you know that shit was full of action, to the point where somewhere in the movie theater they had seats that had seatbelts because the head the seats moving that much. I absolutely regret bringing any snacks to that movie because I felt like I was on a goddamn roller coaster.

I loved loved loved the last few chapters of IALS. Lances blind jokes make me feel so “seen“. I feel like some of the things Lance says are things that I have definitely said to people… Maybe to you at some point in my life. Also him and Theo are so cute. The way they both have the absolute word vomit in front of each other. Also I am protecting AJ with my life. And I thought it was so painful that Lance thought that the divorce was because of him. Also Alec? What the fuck did you do? I love Alec I really do, but I am Max, and I feel betrayed on his behalf. Especially if I am right about the reasoning that I think he did it for.

So I think I mentioned the girl I met online, we’ve gone on a few more dates. And she took me on a little date for Valentine’s Day, and she wrote me a love letter in braille, and it is now taking pride of place on my desk because the effort man. Also, I can’t remember if I told you about the little fanfiction moment we had on our second date, but I went over to her place and we were cuddling and she fell asleep while we were cuddling. And before that, on one of our late night conversations she had mentioned how she has a hard time sleeping, and nobody likes having sleepovers with her because of the fact that she moves so much in her sleep. But she didn’t when I was with her in the morning after she told me that I help her sleep better which was the most romance novel shit that has ever happened to me in my life.

I also got a work-study position at my school which I’m happy about because it means that I will be making money, and I’m also doing it with a department in my school that I really like.

I think that’s currently all, but I might be missing things. How have you been though? Did you end up taking a rest at any point? I hope you have been taking care of yourself and being kind to yourself, and by I hope I mean I demand that you do that for yourself because self-care is important.

I know it's almost been a month since it came out but omg you already finished?? I haven't had time to read recently so I'm really hoping to read tomorrow!!

AND WHAT WAS THE MARVEL MOVIE? I NEED TO KNOW. (ps - i still haven't watched Ant-Man so no spoilers hehe)

Your Lance pun killed me. You are the queen of blind jokes. I never see them coming. Get it? Lol.

Also look at you living your own lil fanfic. Why am I so emo about this? I love how thoughtful your gf is. (wait, is she your gf...okay bye)

Wait. I'm not done. Making money is the best, bro. Get them dollars.

I have not been resting but I've been spending a lot of unnecessary money because I'm renovating my room but I'm not going to think about it because I want to regret it later hehe.

I did have a fantastic movie night with my bestie and she forced me to watch a horror film and i was drunk real bad and we laughed so much (and i broke a wine glass lol). So, yeah. Not bad. Things are okay, I guess.

Or, as we'd say in Sri Lanka, things are shape.

Love you 💙

#lily pad

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ofpineapplesanddawns · 2 years

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It’s been ages since I’ve written for Moving Forward, and because I was talking about hurt/comfort with Hardy, let’s write some for this au.

Warning: mentions of death, emotional break down, mentions of waterlogged body (not graphic, but heads up)

On with the fic!

Alec wanted to tell Bill a story, one that Bill only knew the bare minimum of details for.

The story was of the day the Sandbrook case began the downfall of Alec Hardy’s life.

It had been something Alec had been wanting to tell Bill for a while now, but he never found a good time or mental state to talk about it. He had told Bill that so few knew how he reacted to it all, Tess and Ellie knew the most about it, Daisy knew enough.

But he wanted Bill to know, he felt that the man could handle it. Bill wondered if Alec could handle telling him the story at all.

He started slow, with the basics of the case. Bill knew enough about that, from looking up Alec ages ago, that Pippa Gillespie and her older cousin Lisa Newbery went missing while Pippa’s parents attended a wedding. He had read that the case was solved two years later by Alec, Ellie, and with the help of Alec’s ex-wife and the South Mercia police department.

He only knew that Alec had found Pippa’s body and taken it from the river Sandbrook. He didn’t, however, know that Alec had jumped in and nearly drowned trying to get her instead of waiting for help.

Alec gained a fear of moving water, deep water, from this. That jumping in, being pulled under the currents over and over while a storm raged around him, the river moving too fast, just to grab that poor, little girl from the water.

Bill listened quietly as Alec explained that he remembered his body hurting so much as he tried to catch up with Pippa, and when he finally caught her, he saw something that was forever burned into his mind’s eye.

“You don’t forget... seeing a child like that.” Alec had said, his voice thick with emotion.

No, Bill had thought, you really don’t. His line of work resulted in the handling of children who didn’t make it, you never become numb to such a thing.

But for Alec, it was soul crushing, to finally find a little girl who had gone missing for three days, only to be a bloated, gray-skinned body, still in her jammies, as if she had been kidnapped from her bed. He said that when he grabbed her, he didn’t see Pippa, he saw Daisy, and he nearly lost it then.

He carried that little girl back to the shore and they were both taken away, him to be examined for swallowing river water and nearly drowning, for Pippa to...

Alec had escaped, discharged himself, he couldn’t be in the hospital, he couldn’t be anywhere near the body. He had escaped and went to the station, took a spare outfit and a shower, and then just left.

He didn’t tell anyone where he went, just drove around, stopped at places to sit alone and think. It was all a blur, the detective explained, those five hours he was out there, lost and angry, and so distraught.

When he got home, it was late, and Tess was mad and worried, but all he wanted to do was see his daughter.

“She had been sleeping, when I went into her room. But... I knew she was sleeping, of course she was, but in that moment, all I saw was...” Alec’s hands were shaking, his eyes wet. “I reacted badly, I rushed over and panicked. Tess told me later I screamed, yelling that she wasn’t breathing, and I think I scared Daisy. She doesn’t remember it happening, which is for the best, but I just...”

He swallowed hard, clenching his fingers. “For God’s sake, Bill, Pippa was the same age as my daughter, same blonde hair too, same build, height. I thought she was Daisy when I held her. I saw my daughter, dead in my arms, and you don’t... you don’t...”

He hunched over, making a horrible, strangled sound. Bill moved closer, putting his arms around the man, and felt him shake violently as he sobbed. Bill understood, he knew... he knew what it was like, but he didn’t say a thing. There would be a time for discussions like that later, when he was ready. For now, it was best to focus on Alec.

It’s been years, nearly five years, but you never get over something like this. This case still hung over Alec’s head, in little ways. His health was made worse from the stress, his already weak heart was damaged forever. His marriage finally ended, the last stable walls shattered when everything that happened behind his back came to life. He gained a fear of water, the association of a little girl’s death forever tainted things, made worse with finding the bodies of Danny Latimer and Jack Marshall on the beach.

Bill just held him, not sure what to do, but he was sure that this is all Alec needed. He didn’t need some generic phrases and words, he didn’t need to be told it was alright, because it wasn’t. The case was solved, justice was served, but lives were still lost because of the actions of stupid people.

Alec sniffed, shifted, sitting up to look at Bill. His face was wet, his eyes red, and he looked exhausted, but there was still a sense of relief in telling Bill this, something that always would follow his partner everywhere he went. “Thank you for telling me.” Bill said, unsure of what else to say.

The detective nodded, sniffing again. “Thanks for listening. Sorry, it’s... a lot.”

“I understand. But again, thank you. Sometimes it’s best to get these sort of things off your chest, out in the open, with someone you trust.”

“You’re lucky I trust you then. I don’t usually tell this to anyone.”

Bill smiled just a little bit. “I’m honored. Let’s get you cleaned up, you look like a wreck.”

“Feel like it.” Alec stood up, rubbing at his cheeks, making his way to the bathroom. He stopped, looked over his shoulder at Bill. “If you ever need to... do the same, I’m willing to listen.”

The doctor blinked, giving a nod, once more at a loss for words. Alec gave his own nod, then went into the bathroom to clean up his face, leaving Bill to sit quietly on the couch in thought.

I made myself sad.

#john's drabbles #illogical husbands #good omens extended universe #bill masters #alec hardy #masters of sex #broadchurch #moving forward au

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