#one time an anon guest wrote something for G&G

[phoenixtakaramono]

Does Bing gē Have Descendants in ‘The Untold Tale?’

This topic has come up a few times since The Untold Tale takes place in the PIDW universe (post-Bingge vs Bingmei extra), I figured I might as well compile and archive my official answer here for me to refer my AO3 readers to in the future for convenience’s sake. I hope everyone doesn’t mind. :) I’m always happy to answer questions!

TL;DR

Q: Will we see Bing gē having fathered children with his harem of 600 or so wives in TUT?

A: For TUT, the answer is a definite “no.” There were a lot of factors which’d contributed to my decision. I’ll try to explain my reasoning down below.

Context

In PIDW, it is canon that Luo Binghe has a bountiful number of descendants with his harem of 600-or-so wives. It is a detail that has been mentioned even in ch1 of SVSSS and in ep1 of the donghua.

(SVSSS Excerpt - ch1)

(SVSSS donghua - ep1)

I like to plan things ahead of time. So from very early on, I knew this would be something I would have to decide on whether or not to address when I’d finally decided to expand TUT from just a prologue into a full-blown story. And after contemplating it, I decided against adding children into the story. It is because 1) it would make the situation more complicated, and 2) it would take TUT in a different direction that wouldn’t be fun for me to write.

I’m a very decisive writer, meaning when I make my mind up about something, chances are I won’t change my mind. This is because I would have already planned it into my plot outline, which means changing a decision would require me to change other details in the other chapters I have planned for that story. (I’m typically not a spontaneous writer; I try not to write spontaneously because when you’re a writer who rotates through multiple WIPs with different characters across different genres or writing styles, you inevitably have writer’s block because you probably won’t remember all the ideas or the direction you had whenever you return back to a different WIP. To reduce this shortcoming, it helps me personally to have a plot outline. This way I can return to any WIP, read my notes and then transcribe them into legible paragraphs, find a way to transition between the story beats I have to hit for that chapter, and then eventually post the final draft to AO3 when I feel it’s ready.)

Having made a decision, I knew I had to set it up in TUT and give a “reasonable explanation in-story.” Hence, in ch2, we see:

(Excerpt I - ch2)

Basically the set-up is TUT takes place post-Bingge vs Bingmei, but between “the third or fourth book” of the hypothetical PIDW webnovel series aka before Airplane wrote the fanservicey chapters where the luckier of LBH’s wives give birth to children during the harem drama plots and the children are probably rarely, if ever, mentioned again in the story as a lot of stallion novels tend to do.

(Excerpt II - ch2)

(Excerpt III - ch2)

Contrarian Tendencies

You know the saying: Monkey see, monkey do? In my case, it’s monkey see, monkey do not do.

A little fun fact about me as a writer: if I have already seen a fanfic where someone has already written a concept or idea into their story, chances are I will just avoid it entirely in my own stories. I don’t know why this aversion exists, but I’m assuming it’s because of my counterculture hipster inclinations and an intrinsic fear of plagiarism which has been beaten into all of our skulls since adolescence. There’s nothing wrong with being inspired by other people’s works. Technically everything’s been done before in writing so, as a writer, a good rule of thumb is to always try to give it your own unique spin on things. So for me, my brain somehow interpreted this a step further. This is a reason why I try to avoid reading stories from whichever fandom my WIP is from during the writing process of updating a fic, because this is how I get influenced. Once I see an idea or interpretation from another fanfiction, it influences me to not want to write it into my own. This is a very strong unconscious impulse for me. I guess this is just the neurons in my brain’s thinking that this way, it won’t be something my readers will have read before and the story idea will come across as different or fresh, and mine. In a way this is also how I show respect for fanfiction writers in the same fandom—by being inspired to not be inspired, ha. I like to think every story in the world serves a niche audience, so seeing a diverse range of originality and interpretations in a fandom is a good thing. This is also how I feel when I am able to identify certain popular tropes or depictions or patterns in a fandom; 99% of the time, it makes me feel a compulsion to “go against the grain” or write the opposite. For example, you have no idea how long it took me to come around the idea of incorporating the fanon “A-Yuan” into TUT. However cute it is, the moment it dominated the fandom (well, “dominated” is an exaggeration; it’s more like I’ve seen enough, especially in the Original LBH/ SY | SQQ tag), my gut reaction was to nope out of using it. But after seeing a lot of comments in my inbox with readers affectionately calling SY “A-Yuan,” I’d contemplated it for a long time and it wasn’t until ch4 that I decisively decided that yes, I can have Bing gē calling SY “A-Yuan” in TUT—but it has to be at the right moment for maximum dramatic and emotional impact. (See this thread that started it all. And this is the small sneak peek I wrote where LBH will call SY that for the first time.) <- This is the rare 1% where I actually conformed to what’s popular.

In this case, when I finally decided to expand the prologue into a full-blown story, coincidentally I had just recently read a good Binggeyuan (Bingyuan) fanfic which featured a kidnapped Shen Yuan interacting with Bing gē’s harem and LBH’s children/descendants. I’d liked their portrayal and even thought the children were cute. <- However, with me having reading this, the problem came up: I felt the familiar stubbornness in me rearing its head. So knowing myself, if I had included children, it is very likely the direction that I would have gone down for TUT would have been the opposite. To further complicate matters, you have to keep in mind the kind of writer I am. I tend to like grounding stories with a semblance of realism, no matter if the genre is pseudohistorical fantasy, romance, sci-fi, etc. And this writer has seen and read quite a few harem and palace intrigue Chinese dramas/ premises.

For further context, in those types of “historical” C-dramas^, in that sort of environment which fosters scheming, competition, jealousy, etc, it is almost expected to see heirs aka children aka descendants harmed along with the women. Innocent parties are often victims in these sorts of cutthroat premises, to underscore the underlying message the show or novel wishes to present. (See Ruyi’s Royal Love in the Palace. See Yanxi Palace. See The Legend of Haolan. See Nirvana in Fire. See The Rebirth of the Malicious Empress of Military Lineage. Etc.) And me being me, this would be the direction I would take. Remember, while TUT is meant to emulate a legitimate danmei C-novel reading experience in a fantasy world, I do drop pseudohistorical and cultural Easter eggs into the story. So trust me when I say you would not like the direction TUT would have gone down in, had I made LBH have children with his harem. I mean, theoretically yes, we could’ve seen endearing children characters from me, but you would have also seen me addressing a lot of the baggage that comes with (see Comment III Excerpt down below).

The situation with dissolving Bing gē’s harem is already complicated enough. As his romance with Shen Yuan develops, I didn’t want to have an additional headache thinking about how to address the issue of LBH having children already. Divorces in a pseudohistorical context is already a heavy topic—even more so when it’s divorces with children in the mix. Naturally I will still have SY and LBH eventually discuss the matter of legitimate heirs since LBH will essentially become the Sacred Ruler of all Three Realms and it’s a traditional precedent for an emperor to bed his empress, noble consort, and imperial concubines until he has his heirs (plural, because the rate of mortality was high in ancient China). In TUT’s case, at that point in the story SY will remind LBH that he’s essentially an immortal sovereign so there isn’t any need for an heir unless he wishes to retire. Furthermore, he will inform LBH that he could set a new precedent since he’s already different from the other emperors from history (with him being of half-Heavenly Demon and half-human cultivator lineage); as long as LBH is fully aware of all perspectives of the situation, he doesn’t necessarily need to conform to all traditions if this is something he really feels strongly about. But this future conversation(s) is likely the extent of it.

But wait, you say, what about a certain someone who’s going to be transmigrated as an imperial crown prince? Isn’t he going to be in that sort of vicious upbringing? <- Yes. But that’s an entirely seperate matter. In a way, since I’ve decided Bing gē will not have had any children or descendants in TUT, with Airplane, this now presents an opportunity for me to show the consequences of being one of the many children of an emperor with a harem of women vying for one man’s attention—and the power struggle that’d ensue in this kind of environment. It’s an interesting What-If parallel, if you think about it.

AO3 Comments

Although these are just small excerpts from replies I’ve written before, it’s nice and orderly to just compile them here for everyone since these will be buried underneath all the comments as TUT updates:

(Comment I- ch3)

(Comment II- ch4)

(Comment III- ch4)

Because of seeing comments that have asked me for my thoughts on whether or not I will include LBH’s children, I’ve had so much fun seeing theories thrown around: from LBH’s blood parasites being able to control conception, to someone’s headcanon about LBH being a hybrid and all that entails scientifically (think: mules). I will say in TUT, it’s more the former since in PIDW he’s supposed to have descendants; we’re pretending Bing gē doesn’t have any yet (and now definitely won’t, especially after having heard SY’s “prophecy”) because he subconsciously does not want children due to certain fears, trauma, etc. And his Heavenly Demon’s “blood parasites” (blood manipulation) is a convenient story device to explain why no wife has gotten pregnant yet.

I hope this explanation makes sense! Mainly I just wanted to have this archived on tumblr so that I have this post to refer to moving forward.

On a side note: especially since ch4 had been posted, quite a few people have actually mentioned they’ve read my replies to other comments and/or I have seen different people having hopped onto other readers’ comment threads (for example, imagine my pleasant surprise when I saw a reader you lovely person, you helpfully jumping in to respond to another reader’s questions about TUT, and their answers were actually aligned with what I would’ve answered!), so it’s always such a thrill whenever I see this level of engagement happening. I can’t explain why, but seeing this happening is just so cute to me. It really makes this writer feel so warm and fuzzy inside!

[romirola]

woah- those prompts hurt! may we please get “what are you talking about—   of course i love you?” with Cutie and Geordi? thank you!

Hi, Anon! Yeah, that was a moving list, wasn’t it? I’m so glad you plucked some dialogue from it to give me the chance to try it out. Thanks for your request! This is also my first time writing for Geordi and basically the first time I’m writing for Cutie! (And although I technically wrote for Cutie before, I didn’t exactly advertise that it was Cutie, unless you read the tags.) Hope you enjoy.

Rating: G, WC: ~2K, Prompts, “what are you talking about— of course i love you” and Geordi/Cutie

Come on, come on. I feel so useless sitting here waiting for the computer. It’s not like I can do anything to make it go any faster. I don’t even really know what it’s doing or how it does it. I just wait for it to tell me it’s done and hope nothing goes wrong. What if something does go wrong? How am I supposed to know how to fix it? Is that noise the fan? Is it supposed to be so loud? I, ohh, looks like it’s done.

Geordi blinked as the laptop returned to the lock screen he had set. It was a picture of him and his partner on vacation together. On a whim, they had decided to sign up for a beginning falconry course. Geordi had tried to snap a selfie of himself standing next to his telepath partner with a falcon standing on their shoulder, but that wasn’t exactly what happened. Just as he had snapped the picture, the falcon decided to peck at Cutie’s ear, causing them to scream, causing the falcon to freak out, causing the picture to be Geordi, smiling calmly for the camera and Cutie absolutely terrified and cowering from a falcon mid-flight. It was rare for Geordi to have the opportunity to see Cutie so genuinely surprised. As a telepath, they often were able to anticipate everyone else’s next step as they flitted in and out of people’s minds, just observing, never judging. They amazed Geordi with the sheer control they held over their powers, but sometimes, he did really like to see them as shocked as everyone else when something unexpected happened.

Love that picture. It was so much fun. They’re so funny. I love them.

Geordi made a move to type in his pin code.

Where did that bruise come from on my palm? Looks gross. When’s the last time I cleaned this screen? Can you put Lysol on a touchscreen? I bet it’d ruin the sensitivity.

“Hey, are you done yet?” Cutie asked from the kitchen. Geordi heard them turn off the water, signalling that they had finished washing the dishes from dinner. “You closed two hours ago. Make like your cupcake dough and rest overnight.”

“That’s for bread,” Geordi corrected lightly. “Cupcake batter doesn’t need to rest. And besides, the café is closed, but as the owner, I’m never done,” Geordi laughed. “I just have one email to send to a potential catering client. I’m giving a quote for what I hope is going to be the biggest event I’ve ever booked. Let’s see…” He furrowed his brow as he looked over the types of desserts the client requested and did the math in his head to figure out an estimated price. “Six dozen donuts, five trays of mini-cupcakes, a full sheet cake and little bags of macaroons to give each guest as a favor…” He whistled. “This corporation is going all out for its employee appreciation day. I really want to land this gig. It’d be great publicity for us.”

“If they are smart, they’ll accept your offer. What better way to show appreciation than provide the most delicious desserts I have ever tasted?” Cutie said, drying their hands on their flannel shirt. “But I thought you were going to send that email twenty minutes ago?”

“I’ve been waiting for this dinosaur of a computer to update.” Geordi nodded and patted the empty space on the loveseat next to himself. “Plenty of space for two here, Cutie,” he winked.

“Oh, is that so?” Cutie asked coyly, sliding next to Geordi and letting their chin rest in the crook of Geordi’s shoulder as they kissed his cheek. “And how about it there?” They tapped lightly on his temple, leaving a spark with every touch. “Any room in there for me?”

Geordi gave them a quick kiss on the cheek. “Always,” he hummed, returning back to the email. “Thanks for checking first.”

Thanks for saying ‘yes,’ Cutie spoke into Geordi’s head. They wrapped their arms around his torso. You always work so hard. I want home to be a place you can relax and unwind.

Even without powers, Geordi felt like he was developing the abilities to keep more focused in his own mind when Cutie You make me so relaxed and happy. Geordi turned the laptop so that Cutie had a better angle to see the screen. Will you just reread that and make sure there are no typos? Please?

Of course. Cutie adjusted the screen a little bit more so they could see the draft Geordi typed up. As they read, they whispered the email aloud to themselves. Cutie never seemed to be able to catch their own typos unless they spoke out loud. “Hello, Thank you for contacting…”

As Cutie read through the email, Geordi felt his mind begin to wander again. If I land that job, maybe I should hire another employee. We might need the help. Although, it’d have to be a part-time position. No. I should wait until I can afford a full-time position. I want to make sure anyone who works for me has good benefits, stability. All that jazz. Well then, what should I get? A new oven? No, my oven works well. Hmm. I could give everyone a bonus, since the prep for this event will be torture. But then what would I use my bonus on? I could invest it. Or… we could take another vacation? That’d be fun. I loved our trip earlier this year. I love them so much. I hope they love me, too. Sometimes, I’m not sure. I wonder if—

“What are you talking about—” Cutie gasped as they exited his mind. “Of course I love you!”

Their voice startled Geordi out of his half-daydream, half-stream-of-consciousness-monologue. Geordi was always a little surprised how much louder speech sounded in comparison to thoughts. “I… Um… What?” he sputtered, coming back to reality and realizing what his partner had just heard.

“You just thought, ‘I hope they love me, too. Sometimes, I’m not sure.’ Why?” they asked, hurt practically dripping from their words. “Why don’t you know it? What do I do that makes you doubt it?” Cutie shook their head. “What do I do that makes you doubt me?”

Geordi’s eyes widened when he noticed how Cutie pulled away from him. “What?” he said. “No, no. I didn’t…” He stopped himself from saying that. After all, how could he lie after they had heard him think exactly that? Geordi abandoned that train of thought. “It’s just…” He hesitated, but forced himself to look Cutie in their eyes. “It’s just that, you never say it.”

Cutie tensed. “I say it!” they retorted indignantly. “I say it all the time!”

“No,” Geordi gently corrected. “You don’t. You say, ‘Me, too,’ after I say it or ‘Same here’ or whatever.” He shrugged. “It’s not the same, you know? I know you mean it,” he assured them. “And I know with how you were brought up, ‘I love you’ is a phrase that’s not exactly on the tip of your tongue. And that’s okay.” He let a comforting hand rest on their thigh. “Really. But sometimes, I do wonder, okay? I mean, I don’t think it’s ridiculous of me to want that, you know? I want to hear it. I… I need to hear it.” Geordi swallowed, wholly uncomfortable with articulating what he needed. It was something he struggled with throughout his life, though Cutie was helping him to be more assertive in his life. He figured he owed it to them to be as honest as he wanted them to be with him. Not every second. But…” He shrugged. “Sometimes I wonder if the reason you can’t say it is because you don’t feel it.”

Cutie stayed silent for a moment, thinking back on their time with Geordi. They’d never been so happy before. They had no doubt in their mind that they loved him with every fiber of their being.

So why is it so hard to say?

“Geordi, I’m so sorry,” they whispered, bringing their palm over Geordi’s hand. “You’re right. You’re absolutely right. I…”

They felt a frown coming on, so they instinctively covered their face with their other hand. It was so hard for them to show any bit of themselves that wasn’t filtered through some mask or persona that they wanted to show the world. As a telepath, they had been instructed on the importance of keeping in control of their thoughts and emotions since their powers developed. Between that cultural expectation and the fact that their parents were less than forthcoming with their own emotions, Cutie had learned from an early age to associate any display of emotions with weakness. Over time, that association had manifested as a complete avoidance of anything even remotely related to romantic expression. It wasn’t as if they didn’t want to tell him. They wanted to be brave and strong. If they weren’t, they rationalized, Geordi might get sick of them and leave.

When they met Geordi, the unempowered human who lived his whole life like he was the main character in a big, bright musical that would somehow find a way to a happy ending, they realized that it was he who was truly brave and strong. They admired Geordi so much. His tenacity, his fierce, relentless optimism. His ability to presume good existed in everyone. Cutie might have claimed that hearing others’ thoughts was the quickest way to become jaded, but they had a feeling if even Geordi possessed such power, he’d somehow manage to stay his cheery self.

They loved him.

He had a right to know that. And, they surmised, maybe they could take some inspiration from Geordi and hope that expressing themselves openly and completely wouldn’t have the disastrous result they’d convinced themselves was inevitable.

“Cutie?” Geordi asked, bringing them back to the present. His voice made them realize they had retreated into their own overly analytical mind yet again. A habit they used to cope in a world sometimes too full of dizzying thoughts and feelings.

“Geordi,” they responded. “I love you.”

At first, Cutie had thought maybe their indulgence in optimism was foolish because Geordi looked distressed. “I didn’t want to force it out of you or anything,” he stammered. “I don’t know exactly what my aim was when I brought it up, but I…”

“You didn’t force me,” Cutie interrupted briskly. “At all. I wanted to tell you, because it’s what I feel. I’ve felt it for a long time.” They slowly slipped their fingers in between his, feeling quite a bit lighter than when they had sat down. “I was just afraid. You gave me the strength to say it. I love you. And…” They pointed to Geordi’s head, offering a half-smile as a question. At his nod, they entered his mind. I love you, Geordi.

Cutie was glad to see Geordi visibly relax. “Oh, wow,” he marvelled, not expecting how meaningful the statement would be when it resounded in his head. It was like his own private space that he shared with Cutie, and for the first time, it was filled with their love for each other. I love you, too, he couldn’t help thinking, not that he wanted to think about anything else.

Thank you for being as patient with me as you were, they thought. Thanks for being someone I can love. Who loves me. Cutie felt a rush of relief flow into their body, like they were levitating despite never having learned much graviton magic.

Same here, Geordi thought, purposefully teasing them by echoing their standard responses.

They loved that even when they fought, he never held anything back. It made for even their rare fights to be productive. They loved that they could trust him to always say what he meant and to mean whatever he said. It was more comforting than they ever thought possible. Geordi was the rare type of person who you didn’t need access into his head to know what was in his heart.

Can I kiss you? He winked.

Instead of answering, Cutie kissed him.

I love you, they both thought simultaneously.

Geordi sent the email, typo-free and two hours later.

[gnarf]

Gnarf’s 2020

and what a fucking year that was... Anyways, let’s talk about the good things, shall we?

I made it through 2020 alive and without going insane! Yay! So lets see what else I did. (This is a long post)

In the beginning of 2020 I said I won’t participate in many fests. Only three or something like that. Lets check how that went!

Fests Gnarf participated in: 9

@lockdownfest @lcdrarry @hd-wireless @hpfluff-fest @hd-hurtfest @hd-fan-fair @hd-erised @gameofdrarry in drarropoly @wireless-festive-minifest​

Haha yup, three. Sounds legit. I also wandered off to try if I can art! No worries, I gave that up :D Mad respect to all Artists, arting is exhausting and the progress is too slow for me.

If you really want to check out my attempts, here’s what made its way onto AO3:

Dont Blink! for LCDrarry, it includes the Angels from Doctor Who and was a pain in the arse.

If you knew... was made for H/D Wireless and has the armiest arm i ever saw, very proud of that one. Its also the last thing I made.

Home Sweet Home was also made for H/D Wireless, and the first bigger art piece I tried my hand on.

A muffled groan which is rather explicit and I entirely forgot about making it :D it has a ficlet going with it too.

(I think theres other Art stuff here with the tag #gnarf draws or something)

I reached my yearly goal of writing 100k words once again!

Fics and Ficlets I wrote this year: 20(ish)

Better Side of the Bed (Lock Down Fest, T, 2k)

It was all Malfoy's fault. Harry could be at the Burrow right now, but instead he was trapped in Malfoy's tiny flat. All because that dick couldn't stop bothering him about a stupid life debt he didn't even care about.

Doing What's Best (G, ~800 words)

Lucius looked down at the little bundle currently sleeping in Narcissa's arms and felt terror shoot through his body. A little boy, his hair so white it was nearly invisible. Born only a few hours ago, taking his first breath in the light of the rising sun. Narcissa had whispered a welcome, her eyes wet, her smile bigger than ever. But they both knew, even though temporarily safe, he really wasn't. Draco was born into a world ruled by war. If only it'd end soon.

I better be hallucinating this (T, 3.8k)

After the war Draco Malfoy is sentenced to Azkaban for a really long sentence. Apparently aiding in Dumbledore's death overrules any argument Harry could put up for him. After the trial, as the days pass by, Harry is more and more outraged at the sentence. He can't stop obsessing over the fact that Draco Malfoy saved his life and aided him during the war and is very much capable of redemption. Not to mention that Malfoy has always been a delicate git and would never survive Azkaban. After a few weeks obsessing Harry decides that Malfoy indeed can't remain unjustly in Azkaban and starts to plot a way to break him out of jail and hide him in Grimmauld Place. When Hermione finds out she's not amused. Ron is horrified. Draco still thinks he's hallucinating.

Keep Holding On (Wireless, M. 33.333) A collab with @maesterchill​ who surprised me with lovely art for it!

After the Battle of Hogwarts, Harry and Draco both fall into their own battles with their mental states. Draco is sent to Azkaban, and Harry turns to drinking, hoping to forget. Months later, Harry visits St Mungo’s new ward on the request of a friend, only to find Draco in a deep vegetative state. Not willing to give him up, Harry stays by his side, while simultaneously dealing with the Ministry's newest grand idea to make everything worse. Making new allies, and losing old ones along the way, will hopefully be worth it in the end.

Age is just a number (Fluff Fest, T, 1.5k)

Married for decades, their life is perfect. Until Harry gets a call and hears the following words: "Mr Potter, we caught your husband stealing ten large packs of King Sized condoms."

There was still hope (Hurt Fest, M, 3.1k)

Draco winced as pain shot through his leg with every step. This secret, back-alley laboratory had been his last chance, last hope, to find the potion. But nobody had it in stock, and there was no time left to brew it himself. Panic was slowly overtaking his entire mind as he crept out of the store and back to the nearest alley to Apparate back home. He already felt off, and it was still early in the day. Of course this thestral-shit had to happen to him, of all people. As if life wasn't bad enough for him already.

Desire (E, 1.7k)

"Auror Potter, what a pleasant surprise to meet you here. What can I do for you?" "Stop the show, Malfoy. There's no one around, and I'm not here as an Auror." Draco watched Potter move closer until they were nearly nose to nose, only the small counter of his shop kept Potter at distance. Potter's eyes were dark with something Draco couldn't exactly name, his face was flushed and the air surrounding him felt somehow static. Draco felt the urge to lean further over his counter, to drink in his sight, to touch the man on the other side—but he didn't.

Drarropoly 2020 currently holds 7 ficlets and is in a Series. The highest rating is Mature and its 3.2k in total at this point.

Let's not wait for France (Fan Fair, T, 17.7k)

All Harry had wanted from his Eighth year at Hogwarts was a little peace and a little privacy but, from the moment that he stepped onto Platform 9 3/4, it was obvious that nothing was ever going to be that easy. An accidental bond with Malfoy that resulted in them having to stay together at all times was the final straw. Things couldn't be worse. So much to a quiet year in Hogwarts.

Love letters for the oblivious (Mini Wireless, T, 716 words)

Draco had gotten the strangest letters all week long, which wasn't what anyone needed at Christmas. Especially not him. Either someone was taking the piss, or he had a very dumb and inefficient secret admirer. And Draco didn't know which would be worse.

Double-Booked (Mini Wireless, T, 2.1k)

Finally, peace and quiet, and— "Malfoy?!?" Or the one where Harry thought he could enjoy a quiet Christmas far from everyone, just to find out that the cabin he had booked already accommodated another guest.

The best Christmas he ever had (Mini WirelessT, 1.9k)

Christmas had never been less appealing to him than this year. That was until Arthur Weasley showed up at his door, dressed as Santa, inviting him to the Burrow.

Anon Fests to be added

Whoever made it to this point: yoooo! Friend! Lots of love to you! I also got tagged in many get to know me posts, plenty of love in my Inbox giving me love slaps left and right (honestly, im bruised, stop slapping me), amazing person awards, top 5 fics, and whatever you can think of.

To make up for not answering most of them because I’m a horrible person:

My favourite colour: purple My age: I’ll be 30 next year in April, I expect gifts, I don’t accept first borns My favourite trope: eight year My favourite animal: cat My favourite ice cream: Ben and Jerry’s Cookie Dough Here’s my writing Playlist, it’s the worst you’ll ever see, and yes, I use YouTube, I’m old.

Other things that happened in 2020 that made me happy:

I kicked out my mentally/emotionally abusive partner of 7 years in January

I kept my grandma alive through this *waves hand at world*

I was able to share my birthday cake with my family becaus I got to leave my first quarantine a few days before my birthday

I got to keep my job

I found a lot of lovely friends in this fandom, and got to keep them through this year

My cats are their usual little jerks and actually enjoyed me being at home due to the raging pandemic

I finally cut off my hair

I’m about to hit 3.5k followers here and I love you all

I’m also tagging everyone who sees this and wants to do something similiar! Show us what you did in 2020, the things you’re proud of, and the things you loved! Let’s spread some happy for the end of the year 💜🥰

[cassiavioletblue]

Hello, may I place an order if the kitchen is still open? I would really like, a Club Sandwich with the extra cheesy Tortilla Soup and a Charcuterie Board for an appetizer. And for drinks I'd like an Iced Coffee and a Banna Milshake, please and thank you. My compliments to the chef, I love the food here.

Dear Anon, 

Thank you for your lovely order!  ♡ Knowing that you enjoy the food made the chef very happy! :3 ♡♡ I hope you enjoy your special order and that the taste is to your liking (I wanted to write more but had to shorten it because of “time” and it being a “drabble” game 😅 so you got a little time jump instead to get a tiny glimpse of Yoonkook being actually in love ;)

Bon appétit!

Title: Tip my heart

AU: Strangers to Lovers    Genre: Romance Pairing: Yoonkook Rating: G Warnings: none Wordcount: 1519

Prompt: “It say’s here on your receipt that you’d like to leave a $300 tip. Perhaps that’s a mistake? Or are you just crazy?”

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Jungkook froze, the note on his receipt making him stop dead in his tracks.

There, at the bottom of this little piece of paper it said that his tip would be three hundred dollars. Three hundred dollars!

Of course he immediately turned around and went back to the table that he had just come from.

„Uhm, excuse me, Mister? It says here on your receipt that you’d like to leave a $300 tip. Perhaps that’s a mistake?“ He kept the ‚Or are you just crazy?‘ to himself, considering that the man had been a really nice guest so far. He had probably just forgotten a comma and it had meant to be a three dollar tip. Which was a proper tip for the meal the other had ordered. It was quite an awkward situation so he tried to be really polite about it.

The other gave him an amused smile. „Yes, that‘s exactly what I wrote.“ He didn‘t make any move to take the receipt back and change the stupidly high amount he had written on it, so Jungkook stayed stuck besides the table in confusion. The man seemed to be awfully happy about this.

„Is this a joke?“ He knew that some people were unreasonably mean to people working in the service sector because they couldn‘t really fight back without causing trouble for themselves as well. He should be able to handle it by now but it still stung a little, first because it came out of nowhere in this case (normally people who were looking down on him like that outed themselves pretty early through their behavior, not just at the end) and second because he had actually liked this guest.

He didn‘t really know him of course but the man‘s eyes had been kind and his delicate hands had woken the photography major in Jungkook who was just fascinated by such a natural kind of beauty. The man had been different in a way right from the start, not because he was wearing flashy clothes or speaking loudly like other guests did, it was rather the other way round; he was wearing dark, elegant clothes and only spoke when he had to. It should have been easy for him to blend into the crowd of guests. And yet Jungkook felt like he wouldn‘t be able to forget him, that pale, pretty face with those dark, intense eyes – or the way the other had looked at him like he was special, like he wasn‘t just one of many waiters in a restaurant but a piece of art that he had unexpectedly stumbled upon. And now this.

The man‘s expression turned a little sheepish but it still didn‘t look like he felt guilty for playing a prank on him like that. His voice sounded a little rough when he answered him. „Ah, I‘m sorry. I should have given you a warning first, I guess. I knew this kind of tip might surprise you but I didn‘t expect you to think of it as a joke or mistake. You see, I just wanted you to keep me in good memory so that next time I‘ll be here you might want to serve me again?“

Jungkook stared at him with a dumbfounded expression. „You want to pay me 300 dollars just for me to potentially be your waiter again the next time you come here to eat? What if you‘re here on my free day or when I don‘t work a shift? Then you would have payed all that money for nothing!“ He still wasn‘t sure if the other was serious, but apart from the slight color in his cheeks the man seemed completely fine, as if having a conversation about this was perfectly normal.

„That wouldn‘t have happened. Your colleague over there was kind enough to tell me when you‘re on shift.“ Jungkook turned to where Yoongi had looked and could see Taehyung quickly picking up some menus, pretending to suddenly be very busy as if he hadn‘t been standing there, trying to listen in on their conversation. Taehyung. Oh, he would give him an earful after this for telling a stranger when he was working! A crazy stranger at that. 

„So.. did it work?“ The man‘s soft voice brought his attention back to their conversation.

„What?“

„Will you be my waiter next time I‘m here?“

Jungkook swallowed. Would he? Despite the man‘s obvious inability to handle his money Jungkook still thought that the other was really nice, now that it hadn‘t turned out to be a joke at his expense.

„I guess I could be?“ he answered, a little insecure.

The man gave him a beaming smile as if he had just been told some amazing news and got up, showing that he was actually a little shorter than Jungkook.

„That‘s great! See you next time then!“

Jungkook just nodded, still a little confused, because he didn‘t know what else to say. Three hundred dollars! Just to see him again.

 Although Tae tried to avoid him after he eventually managed to corner him to find out that Taehyung wouldn‘t have sold him out to random strangers – just this one in particular. Apparently the stranger‘s name was Min Yoongi and he was not just a regular guest, but a famous food critic that also had the strange habit to never eat at the same place twice. At least not until now.

„Do you know what this means?“ Tae asked him eagerly. „If you look at him some more with your big pretty doe eyes he might forget about the food entirely and just give us those five stars. That would be amazing, wouldn‘t it? Imagine how many new customers we‘d get!“

Jungkook pulled a face. „I like the ones we already have. And I‘m not making eyes at him for some stupid rating.“

Taehyung chuckled „Oh but you were already making eyes at him long before you knew who he was so I‘m not asking you to do anything different from last time, you can simply continue doing it!“

Jungkook was glad to have an excuse to vanish and just leave Taehyung standing when he was called back into the kitchen.

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Jimin was confused. Taehyung was still blocking his way and the box with vegetables that he was supposed to deliver was starting to get heavy. „So what you‘re saying is that I can‘t put the vegetables into the kitchen because Jungkook, our innocent sweet little Kookie, is currently flirting heavily in there with a certain Min Yoongi?“ He snorted „Taetae, did you drink the leftover wine again?“

Teahyung shook his head vehemently and then placed a finger on his lips to ask Jimin to be quiet before he carefully opened the door to the kitchen just a few inches. Jimin blinked. 

In there were the two people Taehyung had mentioned, standing really close together and obviously so enamoured with each other that they were blind to everything else that was going on around them (including poor suppliers who had to carry heavy boxes with vegetables). Jungkook was leaning against the counter, his eyes completely fixated on Yoongi‘s face, who looked like he was just as starstruck by the boy in front of him, saying something that Jimin couldn‘t hear from afar before he leaned in, close...closer…only a hair‘s breadth away from Jungkook‘s lips…

Taehyung shut the door before Jimin could catch them actually making out. „How?!“ was all he managed to say, finally giving up on getting into the kitchen anytime soon and placing the box with his deliveries aside.

„Apparently Yoongi fell in love with the food and then with Jungkookie right after. His way of getting Kookie‘s attention was to give him a 300 $ tip..“

Jimin sighed „Oh my, I wish someone would tell me that they liked me in exactly that way!“ Taehyung playfully hit him for it. „I can give you thirty dollars after I‘ve gotten my paycheck.“ Jimin chuckled. „Hm, no, I didn‘t mean like as a loan.“ Taehyung sighed. Sometimes his friend was really dense.

Jimin cocked his head aside „So is that a one time thing or will I have to find another place to put my deliveries from now on?“

Taehyung shrugged his shoulders. „Well, they meet up like this two or three times a week and probably think that we don‘t know about their relationship even though it‘s painfully obvious that they‘re stupidly in love with each other. You should see the way Yoongi looks at Jungkook even when they are just talking about the most tedious things - and you only have to mention Yoongi‘s name to make Jungkook all shy and giggly by now.“ 

Jimin smiled fondly at that. He was happy for Kook although there might be a hint of envy as well. Who wasn‘t dreaming of a love like that. „I see. Maybe they‘ll move their ‚secret dates‘ to someplace else if we tell them that basically everyone knows about them so that the kitchen will be free again. 

Who knew they would go from strangers to lovers like that!“

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➹embroidered hearts➹(ps4 peter parker x reader)

Requested by anon➝  hi! idk if you’re taking requests right now, but if you are, do you think you could write something for ps4 peter parker? maybe like a friends to lovers thing. thanks!

You just... really liked to disappear, huh? To vanish, slip from his fingers. Except that this time Peter found you, caught you before you left once again, which may have just been exactly what you needed.

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a/n: holy wowowow, this isn’t a false alarm, y’all-- i actually posted! i’m sososo happy i finally did, and i’m really sorry about how long it took me to do so. school drained all my motivation but exams just finished this friday so i decided to get this done once and for all. i’m shocked that i finally liked something i wrote this month, it’s progress (’: anyway, here’s something for 1 pretty boy whom i love very much, i hope the nonnie who requested it likes it! (: also i had a terrible allergy while editing this so if there are any mistakes pls know that it’s hard to write while sneezing every five seconds. hope this week is great for you bc u deserve it, ok, ily that’s it adios (last thing lol, expect some noir stuff next and that beter sequel eye emoji)

Twenty minutes. Twenty minutes since you told him you were going to the bathroom with a wavering smile, and you were nowhere to be seen. Peter set his empty glass of water on the table for the third time— God, he experienced a déjà vu that left him stumped and everything, and as he watched the crystal liquid stream from the pitcher, he could also sense his bladder protesting against all the suffering he kept putting it through. Nonetheless, he simply thanked the waiter for the refill, or else he was sure that if he didn’t continue drowning himself, the disquiet abounding in his system as a result of your unknown whereabouts would strangle him with its unnerving claws. Perhaps the entrance dish bombarded your stomach (if so, then he hoped you were alright), or the toilet devoured you and swallowed you down the drain. Two-year-old him never trusted the porcelain seat, after all (it... was an actual fear of his, actually). However, past all those justifications and silly fears, he knew something wasn’t right, for there existed no chance you’d simply vanish just like that after the anxiety for tonight nearly eroding you alive, and you wouldn’t surrender an opportunity for a promotion... right?

He scanned the party room, through the many dresses and tuxedos either standing by still or swaying together, awkwardness raining over and staining his skin when he recalled he was the last remaining person in the table after everyone else retired to chat with other fancy people. He surely didn’t fit in that category, neither was he acquainted with anyone — he wasn’t even invited, for crying out loud, rather you were the reason for his attendance; still, you weren’t there. He considered possibly checking the bathroom to make sure you seriously hadn’t died, because you weren’t answering any of his calls and... oh, no.

Your boss walked on stage and tapped the microphone, a muffled thud reverberating through the speakers. “Good evening, everyone! I’m glad the night’s been such a lovely one, I hope you’re all having a great time.” The man — Peter couldn’t remember his name, honestly — spoke, a charismatic grin that paraded his astonishing dental care on his face. Though no alluring smile impeded Peter from panicking further or his limbs from driving him out of his chair and into the tight space in between a cluster of intimidating guests, looking identical to a little kid who couldn’t find his parents at the supermarket.

“Where are you, Y/N?” He muttered to himself, a question he’d reiterated in his head far too often for the past seven months. A haze of amazement and disbelief encompassed his brain when you called him to ask to come as his date— all he could do was blink, his throat clogged up and his heart so unbelieving as if you died and had risen from your tomb, but you might as well have and he wouldn’t have even known, because it’s what it seemed following such a tediously long time of dead silence, of not seeing that lopsided grin of yours, of nothing. It should’ve pushed him away, if anything, although how could it? How could his stunned little heart let you go after you’d embroidered yourself into it, sewn the threads, a perennial string that led back to you, the first day you met? And yet you still gripped it closely, unwilling to detach as he desperately dialed your number again, his stomach diving faster down to the Earth’s core whilst your boss’ speech went on and a high-pitched beep rang in his ear. ‘The person you have called is unavailable right now...’ Not a good sign. No, most definitely not.

“However, I’d like to invite on stage a person who we appreciate greatly in the company,” ‘The person you have called is un—’ Peter hung up, over that goddamn message that always appears to torment him, and grimaced as your boss studied the crowd with proud eyes. “Please, a big round of applause for Y/N Y/L/N!”

The room exploded with sophisticated cheering, but it declined gracelessly, the clapping stuttering, fully ceasing when the moments dragged on and no one entered the spotlight. The leader squinted, visibly distressed, brows perplexed as he leaned closer to the lady beside him. “Y/N... did make it tonight, correct?” He whispered too loudly, gossip escalating in the audience. Peter bit his lip, stepping back closer to the exit door until a rough hand clutched his sleeve. 

“Hey, you’re Y/L/N’s boyfriend, right?” An older man with fuming blue eyes and a bald spot questioned, spit flying but thankfully not anywhere near Peter who sputtered, chest warming up when his tongue failed him, became tangled in his mouth.

“Wha... n-no, we’re just friends—”

 “I don’t care. Listen, if that idiot is not here right now then I’m gonna be in deep shit.”

Peter’s brows furrowed with anger, “Hey, shut up, man— Y/N’s not an idiot.” He snapped, but the guy barely flinched and rolled his eyes as he let go of the taller young man. 

“Just do something!” He hissed, equally as bitter and prodding his chest before disappearing into the crowd.

Peter opened the double doors and sped down the hallway straight to the bathrooms with a sour mood; however, before he knocked, a figure outside the window captivated him and calmed his hammering heartbeat. It... couldn’t be you. Why would you be out there? He surveyed the area, and when he saw no sign of another person or any security cameras, he unfastened the window’s lock and slid it open.

Could he have gone outside like a normal human being? Yeah, sure, except that— first — where’s the fun in that, and second, he didn’t want to walk all the way to the other side of the building— it was an emergency, or at least that’s the excuse he’d use if anyone caught him as he landed softly on the grass. It was indeed you, he realized, sat on a bench, observing nothing in particular unless the building under construction across the street held any trace of beauty in your eyes. He stopped a few feet away from you, mouth twitching. “Is this seat taken?”

You almost jumped into space and out of orbit, your neck whipping around, large frightened eyes gradually lightening when they took him in. There it was. That lopsided grin, unchanging from when you were a sophomore in college apart from the darker under eye circles. And there was his own shy smile, too, accompanied by the blush that stained his face, like red wine spilled over a tablecloth. “Yes, actually, by my imaginary friend Pedro.” You patted the area beside you, on the supposed Pedro’s knee, and he sneaked his hands inside his blazer’s pockets, feigning disapproval.

“You exchanged me for a Pedro?”

“He’s a nice guy.” You giggled as he sat down next to you, your stare fixed on your lap. “Let me guess: I messed up the night and that’s why you’re looking for me.” You said, playfulness faltering and insecurity peeking its head in, and he noticed how it sculpted your expression and body language with its discouragement. 

“Not exactly, no. I was still going to look for you, but a jerk who called you an idiot really needed me to do so.” He grumbled, irritation returning as a combo along with remembrance of the incident. You didn’t reach, though; you solely raised your eyebrows, unruffled, your friend more afflicted albeit he wasn’t the one who was called an idiot. 

“A short guy that kinda looks like an odd mix between John Stamos and Danny Devito?” You queried. Peter rebuilt the man’s appearance in his head, and you had to laugh at his raw shock when he recognized the accuracy of your comparison. He... really did look like that, seriously, it’s the most bizarre combination you could think of. “Yeah, that’s Jonathan. We’re not exactly best pals.”

“I kinda figured that out, Stavito didn’t look so happy.” A smile flourished on his countenance as quickly as a match is set alight after you cackled, your hand flying up to your mouth to mute your laughter.

“Stavito? Man, now he’s gonna hate me even more because I’m never gonna stop using that one.” You shook your head, rubbing your crinkled eyes. He hummed, loosening his tie, wearing a crooked grin that you fathomed meant incoming pain for you—

“He’s gonna stab-ito you!”

Jesus Christ. You let out a drawn-out breath and picked up your legs, expression similar to a parent seeing their kid’s report card. “I hate you. This friendship’s on hold until further notice.”

“It was a great pun!”

“Was not.” You objected, although both of your bodies shook with hilarity. He looked at you, the moon painting silver strokes on your tranquil frame, the delight in him for just being by your side too much that his stare lingered; though not for long, for your attention strayed up to him and his eyes immediately shifted down to his hands, his leg restless, bustling.

“Why are you out here? We could’ve left if that’s what you wanted.” He said, brows knitted. You changed to a cross-legged position, rolling your lips.

“I originally was just going to take a five-minute stroll, but once I sat down here, I just couldn’t go back inside.” You confessed, shrugging. Gloom reemerged, drooping the corners of your lips, striking a spike of ice in your gut— the frost trickled up and down your body, goosebumps of sorrow growing over your skin. “I’m sorry I’m such a terrible friend. Jonathan’s right: I am an idiot.” You whispered.

He held in his breath, blank on what to say. “Why would you think that?”

You snorted, expression unamused. “They’re facts, Pete. Good friends don’t just… fall off the face of Earth without a warning.”

“I’m… sure you had your reasons.”

“They weren’t good reasons, though. I should’ve at least told you something. But I bet it was nice to get a break from me, huh?” You joked, hurt and self-doubt seeping through your voice.

He frowned, immediately denying with his head. “Why would I want to get a break from you? Y/N, we don’t even get to see each other that much. If anything, I…” He halted, gulping. “I-I want to see you more.” He admitted quietly.

Your bewilderment was dim but still present as you ran your hand up and down your arm. “You’re dumb. You could spend your time with people who are actually great but you want to spend it with me.”

“Yeah, well, if I am dumb so what? I still wouldn’t change my mind.” He argued, a line in between his brows. You sighed, sliding down the metal seat, your eyes shut as you tilted your head back. 

“Peter, stop, you don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I do, though. I mean, yeah, it… it hurt a bit,” Peter raised one shoulder, aware that it hurt more than just ‘a bit’. “I thought you decided to break contact, but it’s okay, really.”

“Give yourself some love, it’s not okay that I hurt you like that.” You momentarily put your hand on his, repentance etched on your features. “You didn’t deserve that.”

“We’re talking again, though, that’s all that matters.” He brushed you off, raising up to his feet. The guilt still held you, played with you like a doll, but the reassuring quirk of the corner of his mouth somewhat relieved it. “We should go back inside, don’t want you catching a cold or Stavito getting fired.”

“He’s not gonna get fired, he’s just way too over dramatic.” You grunted, showing your clear distaste for the John Stamos and Danny Devito love child. Peter lent out his hand but you blinked at it, chuckling uncomfortably. “Don’t you rather stay out a bit more? The sky looks great tonight— I can see a few more stars than usual.” You pointed at the dark blanket of nebulae and astral bodies. He glanced up, close to dropping to the ground to inspect the night sky until he heard the stifled music from the party.

“We can stargaze once the event’s over.” He promised, gesturing with his head to the building. It was then when he distinguished the dread in your eyes.

“...Are you sure you don’t want to do it now? What if it gets too cloudy?”

He narrowed his eyes. “Is everything alright? Why don’t you want to go back in there?”

You tried to utter another excuse, but you couldn’t. The ire at yourself made your hands tremble, set your mouth in a hard line as you were incapable of looking right at him, the humiliation far too much.

“I hate my job.”

Peter sat back down, staring at you, his expression sad. “You know, I spent the entirety of high school and started college with this idea of what I wanted my future to be like. But now that I did it, now that I’m actually there, I’m so… bored with everything. I don’t know what to do. Like, what am I supposed to do now? Go to work and what else? Because if that’s all there is to my life, I don’t know why I should even bother with it.”

“Don’t say that.”

“Peter what am I doing?” You scoffed, scowling. “Look at me: what the hell am I bringing to the world? You’ve got FEAST, and just got that job with Otto Octavius— you’re… so amazing and will do so many great things. The world needs you. I need you. We all do.” You mumbled, voice breaking.

His sight gravitated down to your lonely hand that rested so near to his, that had the string running from his heart encircled around its ring finger, beckoning him closer. His fingers reached out slowly, hesitantly, with great fear. But he wound up grazing your hand, and then he fully wrapped his own around it— around the artist that sewed a handiwork of untouchable adoration into him. “But what if I...” He began, struggling to come clean. “What if I...” He saw your anticipating gaze.

“I need you, too.” He whispered.

Your view averted down to your linked hands and then up at the boy unknowing that he, just like you had to him, had tailored a piece of himself in you long ago. You hugged him. Crumbled, snuggled deep into him, allowing yourself to accept that hand reaching out to you, to surrender to comfort. He hugged you back with as much gentleness and warmth, his chin on top of your head. “You should give yourself some love, too.” He murmured and you let out air through your nose, agreeing with him. “You’ll find your way because you’re incredible, alright? I just wish you could see that.”

Seven months weren’t eons, Peter acknowledged, but perhaps they could be; perhaps they were enough to view everything differently, past that veil that cloaked his eyes, past the doubt and uncertainty, because there was something distinctive in your familiar smile when you pulled away. Something unusual as you sat straight, your eyes drifting sideways to him. “I guess we can help each other with that self-love thing.” You suggested.

He got the hint in your voice, and all of a sudden, he figured out what that something was; but he didn’t want to accept the truth that crashed against him when he realized that it wasn’t new. No, it’d been there all along.

He could try to believe.

“Maybe we could, uh, we could go out for dinner some… some time. Get started with some good food, y’know…” His tone was quiet and he couldn’t have resembled better a nervous teenage boy asking his crush to dance on prom night as he wrinkled his nose in embarrassment.

You faked a cynical expression, despite already knowing the answer in your soul. “Some time?”

“Or never, if that’s what you prefer.” He laughed tensely, his eyes growing wide when he turned his head and cursed at himself internally. You smiled to yourself, moving a strand of hair out of your face.

“How about tonight?”

“Tonight? Like…” He checked his wristband, only to remember it wasn’t a watch. “...tonight? What about the event—”

“Forget the event,” You stood up, and now you were the one stretching out your hand to him. “C’mon, let’s look for some restaurants because why not, am I right?”

Peter clutched your hand, the contentment a welcomed compensation for all those months of not seeing you.

“Yeah, why not?”

[multiphandomunnies]

twice reacts: hurting their s/o and regretting it

requested:  okY imma take a moment and say two things :: one. YOUR BLOG AND WRITING AND UR AESTHETIC IS EVERYTHING UGH WHY R U SO UNDERRRATED two. this is just a suggestion but how about a blackpink and twice reaction to them hurting you really bad and regretting it ? i’m in the mood for angst so- again,just a suggestion,u seem to get a lot of requests so if you have any free time,,you could try :) no pressure tho –🌻anon warnings: angst   authors note: so after I wrote this I realized that “hurting them,” didnt necessarily mean during a fight and im sorry cause i made all of these in the sense that they said hurtful things during a fight admin: mirae

J e o n g y e o n

Jeongyeon wasnt the type of person to just yell out suddenly, she was typically calm. “I didnt mean that and you know it,” Jeongyeon quickly said after she called you a lazy bum . “Are you sure you didnt mean it? you seemed so sure just a few seconds ago,” you yelled while stomping off. Jeongyeon smacked herself and went after you

N a y e o n

Nayeon immediately started to cry after she yelled at you, she was just so overwhelmed with multiple emotions she couldn't hold back. “I love you Y/n, please dont go,” she cried out when she saw you leaving. “No, you dont love me clearly,” you huffed out in pain. 

M o m o

“Youre one to talk about eating since you dont seem to know how to stop!” Momo screamed at you after you told her you weren't happy with the dangerous diet she was doing. Staring at her in disbelief you slowly backed away form her, never once had Momo said something so hurtful to you. Momo was shot with a pang of regret at the look of your face “Y/n,” she started to say but you cut her off “Fine! Then just leave me for all those skinner and far more attractive idols that flaunt over you every single day”

S a n a

Sana guest stared on a variety show and during the filming some of the cast members hit on her. Instead of turning them down it seemed as if she played along which hurt you. When you confronted her she yelled “It feels nice to be appreciated and fawned over since you barely acknowledged me!” Now Sana might not have been the best at catching onto things but in that moment she realized that she said horrible. “I mean,,,I just wish we did more things together,” she tried to defend. “Sana id love to spend more time with you but youre always so busy with other people to even send me a good morning text” 

J i h y o

Jihyo was stressed from JYP making her diet and lose weight again. “Maybe if you actually tried at something then you'd know what hard work looks like,” she said with a scoff. “Jihyo whats wrong, this sint like you,” you werent upset at her yet until she replied “Then you dont know me.” You thought you knew her pretty well, yeah there were things you didnt know but you knew all the important things. “Then I guess you dont me either,” you said while leaving the room. “Wait Y/n I didnt-” you cut her off with a door slam

M i n a 

Mina was usually shy and sweet, you hadnt even seen her get mad at you yet. “You're so clingy! Id like some space so I can breath,” she pushed you away from her. You whimpered in pain from where her hand had previously been. Mina pulled you into a tight hug “I really didn't mean to do that,,please please please,,forgive me.” Mina was just stressed from work that she acted without thinking 

D a h y u n

Dahyun was only joking when she told you “Your smile is so weird looking, why is it like that,” and she thought you knew she was joking. However, your eyes brimmed with tears as you tried to hide from her. In that moment she realized she took the joke to far. “But its really cute because of how unique it is!” she started to cover up, kisses your forehead.

C h a e y o u n g

Chaeyoung had been having a hard day and when she came home to dirty dishes in the sink she lost her mind. “You're just so lazy and useless, you never do anything around here. Its like im the only person that lives here,” she said while stomping into the living room. You had been busitng your ass all week and wanted a break so you didnt do the dishes. “The only person living here? All because I didnt do the dishes one day even though ive done them literally everyday,” you bit back at her. Chaeyoung started to cool down when she realized you were right. “Im sorry for that,,It was totally uncalled for” 

T z u y u

You knew that Tzuyu was way better looking than you, it didnt take a genius to point it out. But when Tzuyu bluntly said that she was way better looking and that you were a 0 outta 10 you felt your heart break. “Im sorry that im not some goddess like you that has people at her feet begging to be with you,,im sorry im a troll,” you said through tears. You were upset by her words that you just ran out of the room. Tzuyu realized how bad her words were and just how rude she had been. She would chase after you, hoping to apologize. 

[fanatic-writers]

Family Matters

A/n: Honestly I wrote this while there was a sleeping baby in my arms and I don’t particularly like it, but I needed to post something. I’m a bit rusty and now that I’m not so focused on other things I’m hoping I can write more. No promises but I really want to work through some of these requests.

Pairing: Loki x reader 

Warnings: None

Requests: Anon asked for a fic where Loki takes an interest on the reader who is the Grandmasters daughter and @smilodonsandpoodles asked for a fluffy Loki fic after the movie that shall not be named.

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The last thing Loki remembered was falling out of the Bifrost and some strange woman putting a device on his neck. The next thing he knows he's waking up strapped to a chair in front of another peculiar man who called himself the grandmaster. “He's not worth anything to us” a woman sitting in the arm of the Grandmaster's seat muttered, “he says he's the ruler of a place called Asgard” The Grandmaster reminded her. “and how does that benefit us?” the girl raised a brow “no one here leaves, and all that ever comes in is trash.” “I beg your pardon, but a king is not trash” Loki found himself saying The woman's attention snapped towards him “the one in front of me is. We could always feed him to the other scrappers” she turned back to the grandmaster “no, I like this one” he muttered, “take the thing out of his neck that's no way to treat a royal guest.” The woman rolled her eyes before trudging up to Loki and jabbed a machine to his neck. He was soon released from his chair as well and was directed to a room. 

“He's a little old for you isn't he?” Loki found himself asking one day. He'd come to know the woman, Y/n, who was entrusted with his care. When she wasn't with him she never seemed to leave the grandmasters side and with how he treated her and the fact that Y/n was almost always dressed in gold or blue didn't hide the fact that there was some form of relationship. “what?” Y/n chuckled from beside Loki “The Grandmaster,” he commented “he seems a little old for you, I'd hate for him to think you have ulterior motives.” Y/n burst out laughing something that was rare to Loki's ears be he grew to love the sound “ulterior motives huh? Like you?” “I haven't the faintest idea what you're talking about” Loki looked away “I'm just saying you could find someone better.” “I couldn't dream of having a better father” she smirked and watched as Loki tensed before slowly looking at her. “I'm sorry, what?” Loki's eyes were wide, how did that man have a daughter? “what did you think we got it on behind closed doors? That's what you're for” she chuckled Loki scoffed “it's not like I have much of a choice.” “there's always a choice” Y/n smirked as she stood up, “I think you enjoy it more than you think you do.” with that she walked over to her father and muttered something, she seemed to sway her hips a bit more than usual as she walked out of the room.

Loki didn't see her for awhile after that, not until Thor wound up on Sakaar as well. She'd sit with him and discuss his brother for hours on end, and it grew to be annoying. Just like any other woman he grew fond of Thor came along and seemed to sweep her away. “if you're going to ask about my brother again you can leave” Loki muttered when Y/n sat next to him. “is someone jealous?” she smirked “why would I be jealous? I have no reason to be jealous, you mean absolutely nothing to me” Loki growled more so trying to convince himself than her Y/n scoffed “and that's why you stare at my ass every time I walk by.” “I do no such thing” he looked away, there was no reason for him to play her games. “well then I guess I'll just have to keep talking about your brother until I mean something” she sighed “good luck” Loki raised a brow as his brain registered what she had said Y/n chuckled as she watched his face change “and I thought you were supposed to be the smart one.” Loki looked over catching a glimpse of the grandmaster and wondered just what he could say at this moment without the risk of being executed “come with me?” he muttered taking hold of her hand Y/n raised a brow but followed him out of the room. “Listen,” Loki said in a hushed tone “I don’t need your father all over me and I don't know what is about you because I have never, and I mean never, cared about a single person but myself-” She scoffed “Your mother and your brother.” “Could you just let me talk darling?” the god chuckled “Never” she smirked “What I’m trying to say is that I care about you,” he said as he ran his hands through his hair The woman smiled and fixed the strands of hair he’d put out of place “Took you long enough to admit it.” “Don’t make me take it back” He smirked, his hand finding it’s way to her waist “It’s too late for you to take it back” Y/n took a step closer to him Loki leaned down, inches away from her face a smile on his lips as he looked into her eyes. “Hey, what are you kids doin' out here?” a voice came from the doorway making Loki freeze and almost pull away from Y/n if it weren’t for her arms were around his neck. “We’re a little busy” she huffed giving Loki a look as if to say ‘sorry.’ “Hurt my daughter, and I won't hesitate to melt you.”

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A/n: I hope y’all enjoyed it, sorry it’s not that good and that I’ve been inactive lately. -G

[seriousshit88]

2017 felt a bit more productive than 2016. I don’t know if I wrote more words this time around, but I feel more satisfied with my work. I have actually enjoyed rereading a few of these, and how many writers enjoy going back to read what they’ve written? I’d be interested to hear from other people about that.

I even wrote during a hurricane. With no electricity, I needed something to do to pass the time. I filled fic prompts and found out just how long a Chromebook’s battery can last (a really long time).

The vast majority of these don’t have titles. Sorry. I just really suck at titles lol. I also wrote no smut this year. I kept everything PG-13 and below. This was a conscious choice. I found it a lot easier to write when I wasn’t worried about detailing the mechanics of sex. This isn’t to say I’m never writing porn ever again. I just didn’t write any this year. There is, however, a fair amount of kissing going on in Stiles’s Jeep, so, uh, make of that what you will.

Of everything I wrote this year, I think the most surprising was the expansion (and refinement) of the Cave!Sciles AU. I want to keep writing for it, so expect more of them in 2018. :)   

I want to thank everyone who sent me a prompt, offered encouragement, sent asks--both anon and otherwise--reblogged, or liked anything I wrote in 2017. I’m glad you’re still with me on this strange trip. 

Psych

Shawn/Gus

Gus took one look at the thermostat and tsked. “This thing is ancient. Do you have any idea how much it costs to upgrade central heat and air? Thousands.” - G

Raven’s Home

Raven Baxter/Chelsea Daniels

“I know you’re awake, Chelsea.” She tried her best to keep her voice level, but the amount of effort it took Raven to not yell was astronomical. Even a raucous night at the club wasn’t enough to dull the betrayal Raven felt. - G

Teen Wolf

Sciles

“Oh, no. Not again,” Scott whined. Seated on the dining room floor were a border collie puppy, a two-year-old human toddler, and a trail of flour leading back to the kitchen. - G

Stiles pulled into the clinic’s parking lot and shut off the Jeep’s engine. He didn’t immediately get out, though. He couldn’t. - G

Lockdown - “This DJ sucks,” Stiles groused into his empty shot glass. He slammed it back down onto the bar and stuck a lime slice between his teeth, sucking out all of the juice before dropping the rind into the glass. He motioned to the bartender for another tequila shot. - PG-13

Once the smoke cleared in Scott’s room, Stiles just stood there. He felt a little sick. “Uh-oh,” he muttered, staring in disbelief at the sight in front of him. - PG

“How about we just send everyone a carrier pigeon and call it a day?” - G - Guest starring Draeden

He dug it out of the ground and cleaned it off as best he could. It resembled the inside of a large abalone shell. Its opalescent hue was beautiful, dazzling. Just like his Scott. This gave Stiles an idea. - PG - Part of the Cave!Sciles AU 

“Excuse me, but what do you think you’re doing?” Stiles squinted at Scott like he’d just been betrayed by the only person in the world who could actually surprise him with betrayal. - G

Scott [1:25]: hey - G - (a series of text messages between Scott and Stiles)

Stiles popped the cap off of his third Heineken and gestured at Scott with the neck of the bottle. “You’ve been holding out on me.” - G

The rushing wind roared in Scott’s ears as he sped down the mountain highway. The speedometer on his new motorcycle told him he was going a little faster than he should have been. Naturally, he leaned on the accelerator. - PG-13

Scott stopped bundling herbs for his satchel long enough to watch Stiles grab another lump of clay and start smoothing it out on the stone before him. - PG - Part of the Cave!Sciles AU

Dulcibus Veritas - “Scott! Buddy! Dude!” Stiles stopped cuddling the Jeep long enough to run up the front porch stairs and wrap Scott in a warm hug. A warm, tight hug. A warm, tight, lung-crushing hug. Stiles had obviously put on more muscle since Scott last saw him, and, well, Scott felt paradoxically looser after Stiles finally released him. Like his insides had gone from plain pretzel to warm caramel. It was nice in a way that Scott gave up trying to figure out a long time ago. - PG

For Old Time’s Sake - “Okay, okay. I’ll be straight with you. As straight as I’m capable of being,” Stiles said, cutting off the bi joke he knew Scott was gearing up to make. “I wanted to spend some time with you. Alone. Away from everyone else. I want to have you all to myself for a little while, for old time’s sake. Does that really sound so horrible?” - PG

Scerek

“Once upon a time, there was a prince who lived in a castle hidden on a faraway island,” Derek murmured into the darkness. He ran his fingers through Scott’s hair, lightly massaging his scalp. They were in bed in their hotel room, both exhausted after a long day of boring seminars. Tomorrow would be more of the same. - G

Was he intimidated? Embarrassed? No, he couldn’t be, not by these people who were barely paying attention to him. Like that one kid who’d just come in holding a motorcycle helmet, earbuds in his ears, bag slung sloppily over one shoulder, scuffed Timberlands clomping on the linoleum floor. He gave Derek a friendly smile before moving past him through the lab, and…oh. - PG

Malira

This new girl was pretty in a fierce kind of way. A kind of way that made Kira’s stomach do a little flip. Huh. - PG (barely)

Kira groaned. Getting a degree in Forestry was a big deal, and Kira just wanted Malia to look nice on her own graduation day. It shouldn’t have been an impossible goal. Malia, however, could not care less. - PG - Guest starring Sciles

McHaleinski

There’s a werewolf dating app, and Stiles thinks it’s hilarious to very sneakily download it onto Scott’s phone. - PG (more of a headcanon, but it’s a long one, and made it to almost-fic status, so it’s in the round-up)

[keshetchai]

Hi, I was the prospective convert anon you recced Finding God to! I actually already own the book (possibly on recommendation from your blog before, actually), and it really helped me understand my conceptualisation of God (as the Mind/Will of the universe). I guess what my problem is is slightly more... Finding Torah? Because the understanding of God that I have is not a personal one, so I really struggle with "God came to Moses and delivered the Torah". God speaking, acting, intervening. [1/3]

I wanted to talk to a person-person because I guess this leads me to two things that I want to know… where I’m at with this, before I talk to a rabbi. 

Because 1) If I *can’t* find a way to relate to the Torah as a holy text, how can I ask to become Jewish when that’s really the foundation of it? 2) If I *can* find a way to relate to the Torah, but not as holy, am I just trying to put myself as a square peg in a round hole here and force myself where I don’t belong? 

I realise I’m bringing a pretty big thing to you, but I don’t feel like I can comfortably approach a rabbi about conversion while I haven’t tried to reconcile with this? It feels to me like too fundamental a thing to not know where I stand with it, possibly more than the God question at all. I really appreciate any input you have, and the answer you gave to my last ask was already really great if you don’t haven’t anything further to add! 

Oh no, I think this is the exact kind of thing you can talk to a Rabbi about! 

I will give you my thoughts on questions one and two, and then talk to you about in general, how I relate to reading Torah, and then um, will probably ramble from there. (I might later talk to my rabbis about this question because I think it’s a good question, also I’m trying to convince one to podcast with me about such questions.) 

SO: 

1.a) I think maybe you are putting the cart before the horse. How do you know you relate (or don’t) to the Torah before you have learned how Jewish people relate to Torah in person, in real life? (Answer: you don’t! That’s okay, and that’s what most Rabbis will expect.) 

Everyone in synagogue has a slightly different relationship to Torah, and even different movements have slightly different ways to explain or articulate the…”formal” way they describe the movement’s relationship to Torah. 

But this is not something you will necessarily be expected to know before you walk into a rabbi’s office. It is instead, something you develop over the course of a year of more, while reading and studying Torah with other people. 

Key emphasis: with other people. It is fine to read Torah alone, it is best to study Torah with other people. It’s not just that Torah is the foundation of Judaism, it’s that Torah in the hands of the people, is a foundation. 

Here are some things that will happen if and when you find a Rabbi and go to synagogue (and presumably attend a class or some kind, or have meetings with just your Rabbi):

- You will learn what a drash is, and hear one pretty much every week (and it will be about Torah)- You will be reading part of the Torah every week. - You will also have the opportunity to study that portion of the Torah by discussing it with other people from synagogue every week. - Your Rabbi will probably also touch upon the following things and may even give you these things as assignments: how to write a drash (commentary on Torah), what PARDES is (for reading and interpreting Torah), how to properly study weekly Torah portions (with other People), they may prompt you to come to them with questions or responses to Torah (especially if you find something challenging.) They will probably also teach you about Torah commentary (Like Rashi) and midrash about Torah. - When you go to Torah study you will find that people will expect you to ask questions or have opinions even if the question is “…but really, is this guy a big dummy?” or the opinion is “I did not at all understand why Moses hitting a rock kept him from the Promised land.” 

1b.) Ask a Rabbi to define what it means for the Torah to be a holy text! Ask them to define holy! What does Torah being holy mean literally? Metaphorically? What does it mean for us practically, and what does it mean to them, as an ordinary Jewish person? These are all good questions for Rabbis. (Every Rabbi will answer differently.) 

Definitely take some time to self-reflect with your own stumbling blocks to your preconceived notions of the bible, especially those wrapped up in say, a Christian lens of the “Old Testament.” 

I suggest journaling about them! Write out your frustrations or questions. This is a good thing to do for yourself. Then realize that after you have written what you think you think, you will then write how you think and respond to the Torah, as you read and study it Jewishly. And if you write ANY of those thoughts down (even the ones you worry are dumb or nonsensical or wrong) then you are participating in a very long and healthy tradition of Jews writing about how they feel about whatever Torah says and what they think it means. 

The other part of this tradition is debating/discussing with another Jewish person what you believe/think/feel/understood about Jewish texts you have read. This is why you study with someone else. This is, more or less, how “Two Jews, Three opinions,” actually works. Because when you study together, two Jewish people with two different Jewish opinions can then discuss these opinions/their knowledge, and by the end of their study, come to a third, new opinion or revelation. 

2.) See above. What does relating to the Torah as a holy text mean to you? I know what it might mean to me, but I have no idea what you think the Torah being holy means, or how you have a relationship or don’t with that holiness. 

Your problems with say, direct intervention aren’t unusual - many people read these as metaphorical or poetic interventions of G-d - in that G-d did not actually have a physical hand that took the Hebrews out of Egypt, it was say, a poetic expression of this even. Even the idea that God gave Moses the Torah -well, this also means vastly different things for different people. 

In light of that, here is my part three, the Ramble-y bit:

Your future rabbi will probably suggest their own favored books that will approach how to view Torah from any number of different angles, and to help you develop your understanding of what Torah is an means. All I can really do is point out some of the things I’ve used/read/listened to, plus like, encourage you to read views from different branches or movements on the philosophy of Torah as a holy text. 

Here’s some things I have on my shelf:

Who Wrote the Bible? by Richard Elliott Friedman (very readable, fundamental text from an academic perspective.)

The JPS Jewish Study Bible 

Robert Alter’s amazing and wonderful translation The Five Books of Moses (all of his translations are a great combination of readable, well footnoted/explained, and rooted in Jewishness and also ancient hebrew literature knowledge.)

Recently I bought The Essential Torah used, by George Robinson, author of Essential Judaism. It might be quite helpful for you to have or borrow, but it’s less important than either buying like the JPS Study Bible or a Chumash (Torah and commentary sectioned by Torah portion) or Robert Alter’s translation. 

I also have the essentials of “Jewish Literacy” and “Essential Judaism.” 

I have (or have read) other books which are specific types of commentary (feminist or LGBT) or focus on specific books (like Exodus), but basically:

Buy or borrow: a copy of the Torah or Tanach, Who Wrote the Bible?, and try Essential Judaism (the newest edition is quite recent). If you like that book (an encyclopedia type vibe), then maybe pick up Essential Torah. 

Or, get Jewish Literacy and its twin, Biblical Literacy. The Essential/Literacy books are basically comparable this way. 

If you would like to hear a lot of different people talking about Torah in a comedic and irreverent way, the podcast OMGWTFBIBLE? hasn’t been updated in….well, a very long time, but they get through a few books of Torah, and basically an ex-Orthodox (now atheist?) guy went through and made his own translation of the Torah, and gets a different person to read aloud his translation while he makes jokes and commentary. And his guests range from like observant Orthodox to gentile to Rabbi to liberal, and so on. He even does short interviews before and after with each guest about their beliefs re: God and Torah and whatnot. 

all these things can help, but ultimately you need to find a rabbi and a place to go for torah study before you’ll “know” your own answer, I think. 

OH ALSO: my advice is (if you can afford it!) scrounge up some highlighters or fineliners or even just mechanical pencils and be very prepared to write in the margins of Who wrote? and Essential/Literacy books. All your books. Write in your margins.