In The Lovers Arc I Guess

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Ridin' through

Fem!Reader Words: 351

AN: I normally have to edit out and hold back on country slang and accent coming through. I pushed it as far as I could for Boothill. Yee haw

"Whoa there, little lady. You got to slow down. Thought you said it was your first time on a horse." He yelled out

"Couple years since the last time, give or take. Haven't been on one since my Papa passed." She slowed the horse back down to a trot. "Pardon my excitement. The wind runnin' through my hair made it feel like he was here beside me."

"What kept you away?"

"Don't like ridin' alone. After he passed. My Ma said my voice was too pretty to be on a ranch."

"Your decision or hers?"

"Bit of both. Weird being back, though. Almost feels like I never left."

"What brought you back?" He asked.

"Missed it. Sure, fancy cars do be nice, but it's not the same." She gently ran her fingers through that stallion's hair. "Nothing like lil gray over here. Who you say named him again?"

"It was supposed to be just a nickname that my daughter was saying."

"I think it fits. Smart girl, you got."

"That's all her. I don't think she got any of that from her Pa."

"She's sweet like her Pa. Got to count for something."

"You flirtin'?"

She laughed. "A little. I'd back off if need be."

"You more than okay. 'Specially if my girl gets to learn lots from you."

"I'd do that anyway. She's a good kid."

"What you doin' tomorrow?" He asked.

"Cleanin'. Tryin' to help my ma. Maybe pack some of her things. She don't like that the IPC is hovering 'round here. Gives me the jitters."

"Y'all ain't the only ones."

"I figured. Wonder what they doin'."

Boothill woke before he could answer the woman in his dream. He hated when parts of his system had to be rebooted. They always lead to having memories of his past play. He hated knowing what was to follow next in those memories. Constant reminders of what had been lost.

"Everything should be coming online in a moment." A mechanic spoke. "Let me know if anything feels wrong."

Mechanically, his body felt fine. It was just that everything else was wrong.

[andromeda-nova-writing]

Nothing to Sneeze at

Fem!Reader Words: 839

AN: Jing Yuan carried me at the start of this game. I keep pulling characters just for him. Wrote this in two days cause why not

The Luofu had been surprisingly chilly that evening. She pulled her shawl closer, hoping the soft, thin fabric would do something to stop her shivers. The garden had been a comforting sight. Better than the mountains of paperwork that had appeared. She didn’t even know that much paperwork could even exist at once. With its existence came the need for proper digitization and sorting. What was the point of having hard copies if they were going to become soft copies anyway?

Whoever caused this mountain should have at least separated the pile they turned in neatly. What was given to her was a complete mess. A nightmare.

She wondered how long was too long to spend in the chilly air. How could it even be this cold?

A sneeze. A man’s sneeze. Clearly, she wasn’t the only one who found it cold. She looked to her left. General Jing Yuan.

…

She quickly stood straight up. “General.” She greeted him.

He sneezed again. 

She dug around in her bag until she could find a tissue. “Here you go, sir.”

He took the tissue, blowing his nose before saying thank you.

Normally, she would describe him as a beautiful man with an intimidating presence. Right now, she just saw a man. A man suffering through the mundane torture of sneezing too much.

“Are you okay?”

Another sneeze. “Yes. Just some unfortunate luck.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. It was my fault.”

Her nose scrunched up in confusion. “May I ask what happened?”

“I didn’t close the seasoning bottle I was using correctly. It went everywhere.”

It was hard not to laugh. How could she not? “Did you at least clean it?”

“At the cost of my own nose.” A sneeze appeared right on time.

She pulled more tissue out of her bag. “This is all I have left. I hope it calms down soon enough.”

“One can hope.”

“Surely with it being the end of the day, you'll have some sort of respite from this soon enough.”

“Not with the paperwork I have to finish today.” He yawned. “Would it be considered child labor if I were to have Yanqing help?”

“Isn’t that your son?” She didn’t know either of them well enough, but considering how around the General that kid was, one could guess.

“No, but he is like one.”

“Might be child labor.”

“And if he were my son?”

“Who am I to stop a parent from teaching their son what it’s like to have responsibilities? Especially when Yanqing clearly values your teachings.”

His laugh warmed the air. “May I ask what brings you out here?”

“The desperate need for a break. I was reassigned to a new position a few weeks ago. I thought digitizing and organization couldn’t be too bad. Would it be horrible to return the mountain of papers to those who had worked on them and give them a stern talking to? Usually, people give them in neat semi-organized piles, but this,” she sighed. “I think I’m losing my mind.”

“... when did you get them?”

“A few hours ago. Maybe I will find them to give them a piece of my mind. It’s just cruel and shows such a lack of respect. There’s at least a basic decency to show others. I wonder if they’re still here.”

Silence.

“How bad of a verbal lashing?”

“Depends on how long they have worked here. I wouldn’t dare show that anger to someone on their first week; it takes time to know your work. But someone who has been here long enough, that’s a problem.”

“What do you consider long enough?”

“Well, someone like yourself. Everything I’ve heard about you has shown that you do a wonderful job at keeping us on the Luofu safe.”

There was admiration in her voice. “I may wish for things, but I never have to wish for safety. Whoever turned in those papers, they should wish for safety.”

“And if they were in front of you at this very moment?”

“General Jing Yuan.”

“Yes.”

“Please tell me you know better than to hand in a mess.”

“I was sleepy.”

She turned around, rolling her eyes. “General, get your shit together. Being tired is not an excuse for being untidy in your paperwork.”

“I believe you described the work as simple. Is this not what you were hired for?” He asked.

She turned back around so fast. How dare that man! “You’re probably the reason that position opened! The absolute cruelty you caused to the poor person before me. No wonder you’re so sleepy. Your heart probably can’t live with the torture you put admins through-”

He sneezed once more before she could continue her rant.

She sighed. Perhaps the sneezing attack was a form of punishment. A cruel fate for the man before her. He sneezed once more. Clearly, the break he got from them was short. “I’m going home. It’s too late for your nonsense. Goodnight, General.”

May he sneeze for every second wasted on the organization he should have done.

[tootiredtobekind]

[andromeda-nova-writing]

Nothing to Sneeze at

Fem!Reader Words: 839

AN: Jing Yuan carried me at the start of this game. I keep pulling characters just for him. Wrote this in two days cause why not

The Luofu had been surprisingly chilly that evening. She pulled her shawl closer, hoping the soft, thin fabric would do something to stop her shivers. The garden had been a comforting sight. Better than the mountains of paperwork that had appeared. She didn’t even know that much paperwork could even exist at once. With its existence came the need for proper digitization and sorting. What was the point of having hard copies if they were going to become soft copies anyway?

Whoever caused this mountain should have at least separated the pile they turned in neatly. What was given to her was a complete mess. A nightmare.

She wondered how long was too long to spend in the chilly air. How could it even be this cold?

A sneeze. A man’s sneeze. Clearly, she wasn’t the only one who found it cold. She looked to her left. General Jing Yuan.

…

She quickly stood straight up. “General.” She greeted him.

He sneezed again. 

She dug around in her bag until she could find a tissue. “Here you go, sir.”

He took the tissue, blowing his nose before saying thank you.

Normally, she would describe him as a beautiful man with an intimidating presence. Right now, she just saw a man. A man suffering through the mundane torture of sneezing too much.

“Are you okay?”

Another sneeze. “Yes. Just some unfortunate luck.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. It was my fault.”

Her nose scrunched up in confusion. “May I ask what happened?”

“I didn’t close the seasoning bottle I was using correctly. It went everywhere.”

It was hard not to laugh. How could she not? “Did you at least clean it?”

“At the cost of my own nose.” A sneeze appeared right on time.

She pulled more tissue out of her bag. “This is all I have left. I hope it calms down soon enough.”

“One can hope.”

“Surely with it being the end of the day, you'll have some sort of respite from this soon enough.”

“Not with the paperwork I have to finish today.” He yawned. “Would it be considered child labor if I were to have Yanqing help?”

“Isn’t that your son?” She didn’t know either of them well enough, but considering how around the General that kid was, one could guess.

“No, but he is like one.”

“Might be child labor.”

“And if he were my son?”

“Who am I to stop a parent from teaching their son what it’s like to have responsibilities? Especially when Yanqing clearly values your teachings.”

His laugh warmed the air. “May I ask what brings you out here?”

“The desperate need for a break. I was reassigned to a new position a few weeks ago. I thought digitizing and organization couldn’t be too bad. Would it be horrible to return the mountain of papers to those who had worked on them and give them a stern talking to? Usually, people give them in neat semi-organized piles, but this,” she sighed. “I think I’m losing my mind.”

“... when did you get them?”

“A few hours ago. Maybe I will find them to give them a piece of my mind. It’s just cruel and shows such a lack of respect. There’s at least a basic decency to show others. I wonder if they’re still here.”

Silence.

“How bad of a verbal lashing?”

“Depends on how long they have worked here. I wouldn’t dare show that anger to someone on their first week; it takes time to know your work. But someone who has been here long enough, that’s a problem.”

“What do you consider long enough?”

“Well, someone like yourself. Everything I’ve heard about you has shown that you do a wonderful job at keeping us on the Luofu safe.”

There was admiration in her voice. “I may wish for things, but I never have to wish for safety. Whoever turned in those papers, they should wish for safety.”

“And if they were in front of you at this very moment?”

“General Jing Yuan.”

“Yes.”

“Please tell me you know better than to hand in a mess.”

“I was sleepy.”

She turned around, rolling her eyes. “General, get your shit together. Being tired is not an excuse for being untidy in your paperwork.”

“I believe you described the work as simple. Is this not what you were hired for?” He asked.

She turned back around so fast. How dare that man! “You’re probably the reason that position opened! The absolute cruelty you caused to the poor person before me. No wonder you’re so sleepy. Your heart probably can’t live with the torture you put admins through-”

He sneezed once more before she could continue her rant.

She sighed. Perhaps the sneezing attack was a form of punishment. A cruel fate for the man before her. He sneezed once more. Clearly, the break he got from them was short. “I’m going home. It’s too late for your nonsense. Goodnight, General.”

May he sneeze for every second wasted on the organization he should have done.

[andromeda-nova-writing]

you and that jing yuan fic being less than a 1000 words and still so entertaining. inspiring me… AND YOU ALSO WRITING 10K+ WORDS?!? you can do BOTH!! - @milkstore

HOW AM I BLESSED TO DO BOTH????

Also uhhh hi everyone Jing Yuan fic posting later tonight. He was the first character I pulled for and I will always pull characters for his team just for how much he got me through early game

[gatesofminrathous]

there will never be anything as funny as the mutual disbelief between long form and short form fic writers about each other's style.

short form writers look at people writing 100k+ fics as though this is some sort of talent given as part of a fae bargain, that the commitment required shows some sort of ungodly mental fortitude.

meanwhile long form writers look at people writing 1000 word one shots like god I would cut off my left nipple to be able to say anything concisely. i would love to play with multiple ideas. free me from the shackles of this child I have birthed. i love them but I now must take them to t-ball and doctor's appointments and they're going to destroy everything I own.

[butchdogs-md]

you need to understand that i have two sets of headcanons. there's the set of realistic headcanons based on my genuine reading of the show, and then there's me playing pretend with my dolls.

[sailforvalinor]

The question hidden within enemies-to-lovers is “who will love me at my worst?”, the question hidden within friends-to-lovers is “who will love me at my most mundane?”, hope this helps

[ahotknife]

bitch this IS the journal factory

[jessaerys]

what in the world are "pity likes" you guys are inventing new ways to be insecure. every like i give is a like with my whole pussy

[jessaerys]

everyone talks about the ocasional like from the respected mutual that makes you go oh thank god you haven't unfollowed me but no one ever talks about how it will never be on a good post. it's never you at your posting best it's always on some bullshit like: made sanbwich. with loaf (bad pun for love)

[andromeda-nova-writing]

Ridin' through

Fem!Reader Words: 351

AN: I normally have to edit out and hold back on country slang and accent coming through. I pushed it as far as I could for Boothill. Yee haw

"Whoa there, little lady. You got to slow down. Thought you said it was your first time on a horse." He yelled out

"Couple years since the last time, give or take. Haven't been on one since my Papa passed." She slowed the horse back down to a trot. "Pardon my excitement. The wind runnin' through my hair made it feel like he was here beside me."

"What kept you away?"

"Don't like ridin' alone. After he passed. My Ma said my voice was too pretty to be on a ranch."

"Your decision or hers?"

"Bit of both. Weird being back, though. Almost feels like I never left."

"What brought you back?" He asked.

"Missed it. Sure, fancy cars do be nice, but it's not the same." She gently ran her fingers through that stallion's hair. "Nothing like lil gray over here. Who you say named him again?"

"It was supposed to be just a nickname that my daughter was saying."

"I think it fits. Smart girl, you got."

"That's all her. I don't think she got any of that from her Pa."

"She's sweet like her Pa. Got to count for something."

"You flirtin'?"

She laughed. "A little. I'd back off if need be."

"You more than okay. 'Specially if my girl gets to learn lots from you."

"I'd do that anyway. She's a good kid."

"What you doin' tomorrow?" He asked.

"Cleanin'. Tryin' to help my ma. Maybe pack some of her things. She don't like that the IPC is hovering 'round here. Gives me the jitters."

"Y'all ain't the only ones."

"I figured. Wonder what they doin'."

Boothill woke before he could answer the woman in his dream. He hated when parts of his system had to be rebooted. They always lead to having memories of his past play. He hated knowing what was to follow next in those memories. Constant reminders of what had been lost.

"Everything should be coming online in a moment." A mechanic spoke. "Let me know if anything feels wrong."

Mechanically, his body felt fine. It was just that everything else was wrong.