#but hey i am learning mor and mor

[rapidhighway]

makes a sonic model from scratch for the 34954394th time

[quill-and-the-curse]

Mine Forever

Pairing: Azriel x Reader

Word Count: 3.4k

Warnings: Mentions of child abuse, discussions of past trauma

A/N: Hey hey! Okay, so this is a really big moment for me! This is my first ACOTAR fic, and I am so excited to share it! Requests are still open, so let me know what you want to read. And if you have any feedback for me to improve my writing or any tips to make it better for the reader, please please let me know! Thank you to the anon who requested this, I hope enjoy it <;3

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Yesterday was the fifth anniversary of you joining Rhysand’s inner circle, and Mor absolutely insisted that Rhys host an evening of food, laughing, and strong spirits. And as expected, he delivered. 

You felt immense gratitude for your new family. Before they stumbled into your life, you were a nomad. Your origins were from the Autumn Court, and you came from a family where wrath and violence were the standard. When you turned 15, your father attempted to marry you off to one of his comrade’s sons, who was seven years your senior. You pleaded with your parents to reconsider, but they refused. And they didn’t allow you to forget that your duty was to help your family, and this marriage guaranteed them a handsome amount of money. The night before your wedding, you grabbed as much as you could carry, along with some money you managed to save, and ran for your life. Not once did you look back. 

You became a skilled warrior during your time as a nomad. So you travelled Pythian to learn as much as you could, from whoever was willing to teach you. You had heard that the Night Court had opened the borders to a hidden city called Velaris, and you wanted to see it for yourself. The day arrived in the Night Court five years ago, you were exhausted and needed a drink. You walked for several hours that day to make sure you made it to your destination in a timely manner. Velaris was a sight for sore eyes, and it didn’t take much for you to fall in love with it. As you walked through the bustling town’s center, you spotted a pub named Rita’s. They definitely had liquor, and you were going to indulge yourself.

As you were waiting at the bar for your vodka, a beautiful and loud blonde began chatting up a storm with you. Apparently, her name was Mor and she was there with friends. She was emphatic, boisterous, and clearly drunk, but you were eating it up. You hadn’t encountered anyone more interesting in your life. 

A random fae male attempted to swoon her, but she was very obvious about her disinterest. He got the hint and walked away, but not before hurling an insult at her. You snapped back even wittier, and she liked you instantly. So she invited you to sit with her and her party, and little did you know that it would change your life forever.

Meeting the Shadowsinger scared the shit out of you. Not because he appeared to be intimidating, or because he wore a face of nonchalance, but because he was devastatingly beautiful. His figure was strong and robust, and you swore he was glowing. Azriel was a living masterpiece. After the initial awe, you managed to keep your composure as you met Mor’s friends. And it was just your luck, because it happened to be The High Lord and Lady of the Night Court, along with the rest of the inner circle. 

You had no idea what you looked like after a day of traveling, but you were happy to remain ignorant. 

They instantly began to ask you questions, no doubt to gauge whether or not you were a threat. You were mostly honest, leaving out some of the more unsavory events of your past. 

Mor placed a hand on your shoulder and loudly said, “Sorry for the interrogation. They are not quick to trust.”

You nodded in agreement. “I understand. I truly do. Because I don’t trust them either.”

The table went silent for a moment, all of them looking at you like you had two heads. You laid your hand on the dagger strapped to your thigh, on alert in case The High Lord and Lady were offended. You wouldn’t put it past them, having dealt with other High Lords before. 

But then the Warlord began laughing, the rest of the table soon followed suit. A small smile graced the Shadowsinger’s lips, and you pretended not to notice, but you did.

That was the beginning of your history with this chaotic family, who you loved so godsdamned much. 

So Rhysand happily threw you an anniversary dinner, much to your dismay. But you accepted graciously, making sure to give Mor and Rhys extra long hugs for caring about you so much.

The dinner was fantastic. You all sat and talked about everything under the Sun for hours and hours. You danced with Mor and Cassian, you took shots with Rhys and Amren, and you and Feyre fawned over some of the drawings little Nyx did for her. You made sure to stop and chat with Az as well.

Your past with Azriel was complicated. He took it upon himself to oversee your training with them. Your existing skills were a great foundation, but Rhys said they needed to be refined. You happily agreed though, you always wanted to improve when you could. But training with Az made you nervous.

At first, training with him was difficult. He was a tough teacher, and there were times where you dreamed of kicking him in the face. But he began to warm up to you, even getting to the point where you would sit and talk for hours afterward. 

You liked him, a lot. He understood you in a way that nobody else did. Both of you having come from cruel families, and leaving to live in the shadows. It was so validating. 

You listened to him as he told you the stories of his childhood, and you held his hand the whole time. 

You saw each other. 

Az was your best friend, though saying that out loud would cause Mor to have a fit. You spent nearly everyday together. 

You have never shared your feelings with Az, and he never expressed those feelings for you either. But some of the things he would do had you wondering.

You often caught him look at you longingly, or his eyes drifting to your lips while you spoke. One time, he brushed a piece of hair behind your ear, and his fingers lingered on your jaw for a bit too long.

But that could be anything. Or could be nothing. 

You didn’t let it bother you too much though, you found solace in the fact that you had a mate out there somewhere. And you prayed to the Mother they would find their way to you soon. 

Az had a mate too. You suppose it could be you, but even allowing yourself to entertain the thought was risky. You would end up heartbroken. So that was uncharted territory.

The inner circle filtered out of the House of Wind throughout the night. Amren was the first to leave, but there was no surprise there. Feyre and Rhys were next to leave, as they wanted to get back to their little boy who expected them to tuck him in for bed. Elaine tagged along with them, claiming she was exhausted from gardening all day. Cassian was out cold on the couch, with Mor looking like she was about to do the same.

“Mor, can you help me get Cass to our room? I am far too tired to force him to walk himself,” Nesta asked, annoyance lacing her tone.

You chuckled from your spot on the couch.

Mor slowly stood up and walked to Nesta and her mate. “Sure, then I’m going home.”

Smirking, you say, “Don’t forget that Rhys wants us training bright and early tomorrow. He says it’ll help with the hangover.”

Both Mor and Nesta groaned. 

“Thanks for the reminder, Y/N,” Nesta said sarcastically, knowing you were teasing. 

Mor walked up to you after returning. “Stand up.”

You did as you were told, and then she swung her arms around you. “Happy anniversary, my dear. We are so happy to have you.”

You smiled into her neck. “Thank you, Mor.” You then pulled away. “Your ass better be training with us tomorrow.”

The smile fell from Mor’s face, and she walked away. Grunting, she said, “I’ll be there.”

She then turned to Az. “Will you fly me down so I can winnow home?”

He nods in response. “I’ll be back,” he said. He winked at you and then they were off.

He was back in a matter of minutes, and he reclaimed his previous spot on the couch facing yours. You both sat in a comfortable silence, taking in the warmth of the fireplace. The golden glow from the flames made Azriel’s eyes sparkle. You tried not to stare, but he was a work of art that deserved to be appreciated.

His eyes met yours. If he noticed you staring, he did not let on. Because he then asked, “Did you have a good night?”

“It was a dream. Thank you for making it special,” you said, a small smile appearing as you looked at him with so much love.

He chuckled and looked at the fire again. “This was all Rhys and Mor, I don’t deserve the credit,” he retorted.

You shook your head. “I’m not just talking about the party. Thank you for showing up for me tonight, and for showing up for me always,” you look down at your hands nervously. This was far more emotional than you wanted to get, but you felt compelled to tell him how valued he is. “I just…I really appreciate you, Az.” 

When he didn’t say anything, your stomach twisted. You looked up and found him looking directly at you, eyes wide. 

“Az, what’s wrong?” You asked. No answer. “Was it something I said?” Again, no answer.

He shot up to his feet, lingered for a second, and then walked out of the front door like he was desperate to be anywhere else but in your presence.

You sat on the couch, shocked that he would just get up and walk away. It was so out of character. Did you offend him? You thought you were being sincere. 

When you got to the guest room, you did your usual nightly routine and then climbed into bed. The sheets felt so luxurious against your skin, and you enjoyed the comfort of being engulfed by your blanket. 

You’d never admit it out loud, but your heart was aching miserably. Azriel’s actions tonight fractured something within you. Perhaps you were realizing that a future with Azriel was something you would never have. That realization stung. 

You needed to sleep. Partly due to the fact that you have to be up at the crack of dawn to train with the very person who is the source of your pain, but also because being asleep was the only way to escape the nightmare that night ended up being.

*The Next Morning*

When you arrived to the training ring, you thanked the gods that Rhys and Feyre were already there. Now there was no chance that you’d be alone with Az. He, of course, was already there, standing next to the weapon rack. There was not a chance in hell that you were speaking to Azriel after last night. At least not until you get an explanation, or even better, an apology. He ruined what was supposed to be a good night. So fuck him.

“Good morning, Y/N,” Rhys said to you, loud enough for Azriel to hear. His head shot around to look at you. You completely ignored him, as you smiled at Rhys and Feyre.

“Good morning. Either of you hungover? I was so impressed with how much wine you drank, you party animal,” you say while looking at Feyre. Rhys and Feyre begin to laugh at the nickname, when you hear, “What’s so funny?”

You turn around and see a clearly annoyed Cassian and Nesta approaching you three.

“You both look like shit,” you say, clearly trying to egg them on in their state. Rhys cackled while Feyre tried to mask her amusement.

Cassian glared at you, “You don’t look much better, sweetheart. In fact, you don’t look like you slept at all.”

Because you didn’t. You tossed and turned all night, suddenly feeling too warm so you throw off your duvet. Then you would be freezing cold, and you’d bury yourself again. That on top of the inability to think about anything other than Azriel. He lived in your thoughts.

You tried not to let the heartache you felt show on your face, but the instinctual urge you had to look directly at Az overcame you. And it turns out he was looking at you too. 

The rest of the group stood awkwardly. It was obvious to them that something must’ve transpired last night after they all left. But nobody had the energy to ask any questions. Thankfully.

“Okay, can we start training? I’m going back to bed as soon as we are done, so let’s get to it, please.”

Mor made her appearance known in her truest fashion, and it actually made you feel better. Mor being herself always improved your mood. 

“Everyone stretch and get warmed up, because we are starting with a run,” Rhysand said to the group. All of you groaned and pouted.

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By the time training was over, your energy was completely depleted. Your eyelids were heavy, and you could feel your pulse thrumming in your temples. You desperately needed some water and some nourishment. 

Making your way to the kitchen, you noticed that you were trembling terribly. You struggled to power through it to get a glass of water, but once you did, you downed the whole thing in two swigs. And then went back for more. Training after a night of no sleep, and not eating or drinking anything beforehand was not a wise idea. Azriel would give you an hour long lecture about this normally. 

You leaned against the counter, trying to brace yourself as you continued to tremble.

“You’re shaking,” a voice says, concern in their voice.

Lifting your head slowly, you open your eyes as wide as you’re able. Azriel had a look of concern on his face as he slowly walked towards you. “Y/N, what’s going on?”

You shake your head. “Nothing, I’m just extremely tired. Couldn’t sleep last night.” 

He ushered you to the table, and pulled out a chair for you to sit in. He was so gentle with you, as if he was scared that you’d shatter at any moment.

“Sit and take deep breaths for me. I’m going to get you some juice,” He says, and then walks back into the kitchen.

You rest your head in your palms, with your elbows resting on the wooden table. You were nearly asleep by the time Azriel returned with your drink. He sat the glass in front of you and used his eyes to point to it. “Drink that. It’ll make you feel better.”

He didn’t have to tell you twice. Your stomach was empty, and you just finished a three hour training session. You were desperate for sustenance.

In a matter of minutes, you felt significantly better. You weren’t any more awake, but the shaking subsided and the fog in your brain had cleared. 

You stood from your chair and looked at Azriel, who was of course already looking at you. “Thank you for the juice.” And then you turned to walk away. But before you could take a step, Azriel’s hand gripped your wrist. It wasn’t aggressive, in fact it was gentle. You looked at his hand, and saw the way his thumb soothingly rubbed your wrist. Slowly, you moved your eyes upward to meet his.

His expression was silently pleading for you to stay. Your free hand moved to caress his cheek, and he leaned into it, closing his eyes while he took in your scent. He looked so beautiful.

Suddenly, you felt as if you had ran into a wall. You were so overwhelmed with a feeling that you couldn’t even describe. Azriel watched you intently, as the cord between you two glowed brighter than any Sun in any galaxy. 

Azriel was your mate.

You were too stunned to say anything. Were you still asleep? Was this a dream? 

“Y/N, I-“ Azriel began, but you cut him off.

“You’re my mate,” you state matter of factly, no emotion in your words.

“Y-yes. The bond snapped into place for me last night. That’s why I left so suddenly. It didn’t look like it had snapped into place for you, and I needed to process. I just didn’t know if it was right to tell you after you’d been drinking,” he said. You could tell he was nervous, which was new. The Shadowsinger was never nervous.

You stayed silent for a bit, taking time to process all of this new information. Last night was torture for you, because you couldn’t stop yourself from obsessing over what had happened. You replayed it over and over, trying so hard to figure out what you could’ve said or done to upset Azriel. And you didn’t know what it would take to fix things between you two.

Turns out, it was a glass of juice. You would’ve laughed had it not been for the looming cloud of dread that hovered above you. 

Looking up at Az, you say, “Az, do you want this? I need to know now if you don’t.”

He looked bewildered at your words. “Do you not realize how in love with you I am?”

Tears began to fall down your face at his words, but you remained silent.

He took a step closer to you. “Y/N, listen to me when I say this,” he said while delicately taking your hands into his. He stared deeply into your eyes, and you stared right back. “For five long years, I longed for you for every second, of every day. You have completely consumed my thoughts, my dreams, my fantasies…You have consumed me wholly, Y/N. I have begged the Mother countless times to make you my mate, because I couldn’t picture spending the rest of my life alongside anyone else.”

You were fully sobbing by this point, so he gently grabbed your face with both of his hands and tilted your head so you were face to face. “I love you, Az. My mate.” You said, as his thumbs wiped away your tears.

He kissed you feverishly, practically sweeping you off of your feet. His hands held your face while your arms were wrapped around his waist. Nothing had ever felt more perfect. His hands began to roam your body, slowly making their way to your ass. 

Before it could get any further, you gently pushed him away, but his arms remained wrapped around you. He stared at you, glancing at your swollen lips. The smell of his arousal had your toes curling, but this had to wait.

Patting his chest, you say, “Not yet. You haven’t told me enough of the things you love about me.”

He laughs at that. “Okay, well… you’re stubborn, argumentative, and you can be a real pain in my ass while we are training.” He pulls you close to him, and you rest your forehead against his. “But you are also so brave and selfless. And you’re so intelligent. Learning how your mind works has been one of the greatest pleasures of my life. You’re magical, Y/N.”

Your heart felt like it would burst at his words. You lean up and place a gentle kiss on his lips. “You’re mine forever.”

His smile was worth his weight in gold. “I sure hope so.”

You needed to accept this bond. Like now. You needed to feel him, all of him. But before you would allow yourself to do that, you needed to cook and serve him a meal.

You lifted your mouth next to his ear, exhaling onto him, “You hungry?” 

You could see the goosebumps appear on his neck. He was wrapped around your finger.

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Thanks for reading :) xx

[lostfirefly]

The score will show we're pretty bad, but look at all the fun we've had

Last time, Larnie ruined Buggy and Catherine's lovely date. Well! Welcome to another date! Because they deserve it :) Happy Friday! English is not my native language, errors may occur. As always, feel free to share your thoughts :)

Masterlist is here

Description: Buggy screwed up (as always) and Catherine made him take her to the bowling club.

Warnings: Fun, fluff, inappropriate jokes.

Words: 4902

Buggy x OC from my “You’ve Got the Same Dream as Me” series.

Taglist: @gingernut1314, @operationroots, @hey-august

The title is taken from "The Bowling Song" by Joe Montgomery.

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“Fucking Buggy!!!” Catherine opened her eyes abruptly as plopped down on the toilet. “I’ll kill you!!!” She stood up, rubbed her ass and went to the bedroom. “It's the same thing every time!!” 

She walked into the bedroom and went to the bed, muttering under her breath. “I'll tell you all about it in the mor~!” 

Before Catherine could finish her sentence, she slipped and fell to the floor, only having time to notice how her legs flew up. “What the fuck?” She reached down to her foot and found his sock. 

“That's it! Wake up!!!” Catherine grabbed the sock and slapped it on Buggy. “Fucking clown, wake up!!!” She pushed him in the back. 

“Cotton candy,“ Buggy reached out to his watch and looked at the time, “it's three in the morning. I'm sleeping.” He exhaled happily. “Yesterday’s party was good. The beer was good.” Buggy quietly turned onto his other side and covered himself up to his nose with the blanket. “Sorry you didn't go.”

“What the fuck?! Get up!!!” Catherine pulled the blanket off him and widened her eyes. “Holy Gosh!! You have no pants! Why are you naked? Oh, dear God!! Oh, God! Did you do something to me while I was sleeping, fucking pervert? Are you out of your mind?” 

“What the hell?” Buggy opened his eyes. “I did nothing to you. I’m not an animal. I came home, you were sleeping. I undressed and went to bed. What are you yelling about?” 

“What am I yelling? When you go to bed, you put on pants or at least your fucking underwear! You can't climb up to me naked, Buggy! We discussed this! No pants - no beds! And you didn't put the toilet seat down again, jerk!!! I bumped my ass! And when I went back to our bed, I slipped on your fucking sock! Stop!” Catherine slapped Buggy with the sock, watching him bury himself under the blanket. “Throwing!” Hit. “Your!” Hit. “Socks.” Hit. “Around!” Hit. Hit. “And put your pants back on, for God's sake!” Hit. Hit. Hit. 

“Ouch! Stop hitting me!” Buggy sat up on the bed, still hiding from her. “You're yelling over nothing! I've always lived like this.” 

“Get out!” Catherine watched him shake his head negatively. “Get out, bastard!!” She pulled the blanket off his head. 

Buggy split into pieces and hid behind her side of the bed.

“Don't you dare use your chop chop shit when I'm yelling at you!” 

Buggy put himself back together, looked into her eyes, and could have sworn he saw hellfire there. 

“I live with you now, clown! Fuck, I’m silent about the fact that you don’t tell me a lot about yourself. I'm almost used to you lying on top of me all night.” Catherine noticed the smirk on Buggy's face and how he was going to say something. “Don't you dare make vulgar jokes now, fucking asshole, or I swear to god I'll chop you up and scatter your pieces all over Egypt! I put up with you always throwing your fucking stuff all over the house. But, Jesus, Buggy! Is it really that hard to put the toilet lid down! I lost count of the number of times I practically fell in the toilet with my ass!” Catherine felt dizzy from screaming and sat down on the bed. 

“I'll learn someday. I promise!” Buggy crawled up behind her and tried to hug her. 

Catherine threw his hands off her. “I'll learn someday.” She flopped onto the bed and put her feet up on the mattress. “I've heard it since you took me to your home!” 

“Our home, cotton candy.” Buggy carefully crept closer and put his hand on her wrist. 

“You eat my chocolates and cookies at night, you don't put the toilet seat down, you drink all my almond milk. Do you need me just for sex?” Catherine threw his hand away and hugged the pillow.

“No, baby.“ Buggy moved even closer and nuzzled his face into her hair. “I don't know what to say. Please, tell me what to say. You just.. have delicious chocolates. And thanks to your milk, my pants fit better now. Did I say it right?”

“Uh, okay. I'll take that as a “I just love that you fill our home with little things, Catherine Mitchell. And I love you for it, Catherine Mitchell. And since I'm not good with words, I just eat all your stuff.” She laughed and turned her face to Buggy. “I don't even know how I got involved with you, fucking charismatic blue-haired clown. I remembered the first time I found you drunk. You were lying all over the living room, literally falling to pieces.” Catherine curled up and snuggled into his chest, feeling how he immediately hugged her with his arms. “I demand compensation. You're taking me to a bowling club tomorrow. And you’ll buy me the most expensive beer there. And you’ll buy me chocolate. And then we'll go for a walk, and you'll take pictures of me.”

“Deal.” Buggy nodded, answering quietly.

“Sorry, l overreacted. Did I hit you hard?” Catherine examined his face. 

“Nah, that's fine. You are very strong despite your small height.”

“You're not thinking with your head again, idiot. If you'd told me it hurts, I would have kissed you.” She scratched her buttocks. “Shit, my ass is still in pain because of you.” 

“Look, if we're both awake, I know how to make your other spot hurt. If you know what I mean.” Buggy grinned and tried to kiss her neck. 

Catherine gently moved his head away. “Over my dead body, Buggy! First, stop grabbing my ass. Second, put your fucking pants on, you're punished for today. And if you say a word now, I’ll punish you for the whole week.”

He exhaled sadly, sent his hand for his pants and covered Catherine with a blanket.

While Catherine was making breakfast and getting ready to go for a walk, Buggy did his best to restrain himself. He helped her clear the table, poured her coffee, and didn't even try to sneak into the shower. The prospect of being banned for a week did not please him. Buggy knew she could easily do it, because it had happened before. And he didn't like it. He hadn't showered in three days and ate the bagels with salmon and cream cheese Catherine made for them, totally forgetting the anniversary of “a month since our first breakfast.” She was so upset that morning. Buggy didn't understand why she was sad. For three days Catherine didn't allow him to touch her, for four days she didn't kiss his nose or cheek. And Buggy got a little scared. Now he knows that she adores all those little moments: “a week since our first walk”, “a month since we sat on the beach for the first time”, “a month since you first lay on my lap”, “three months since you didn't leave me in the desert.” Buggy didn't always remember dates, but he tried very hard and started making notes on his phone. 

The thought that Catherine kissed his nose in the morning calmed Buggy down. It was a good sign. Yeah, definitely a good sign, which meant she was no longer angry. Or almost not angry. While Buggy was doing his makeup, Catherine kissed the top of his head three times. He counted, exhaled happily and decided to behave well. At least he was trying. 

It was a forty-minute walk to the nearest bowling club, and Buggy led Catherine down the prettiest street in Cairo. He steadfastly tolerated her constant “take my picture here, here and here”, and not rolled his eyes when she sent him an air kiss after every taken photo. 

Buggy secretly loved these moments. He loved watching Catherine rush around the trees, along the beach, choosing the best place to stand, and how she made silly faces for photographs. Buggy loved looking at her happy face and the way she was always squealing, running to him to look at the pictures. To consolidate the result, he stole a vanilla ice cream and a cup with fruit for her. 

They reached the bowling club. 

“Miracle Person.” Catherine tilted her head, reading the signboard. “Have you brought me to a place with an unclear name again? And why “Any okama is welcomed” is written here. What doesn't mean?” 

Buggy whispered in her ear, and Catherine became a little embarrassed. 

“Honey, I brought you to the best club in all of Cairo.” He opened the door for her and invited her to enter.

The place was crowded and almost all the lanes were occupied. Catherine was almost upset that their bowling trip had failed, but judging by the receptionist's response, everyone knew Buggy in this place very well, and in his own manner, Buggy chatted the girl up and knocked out the best lane for them. They entered a large, noisy room with dim purple and blue lights. On one path, Catherine noticed fish people noisily celebrating each thrown ball. On the other stood a young couple. Ginger-haired girl with a blond guy. They were chatting animatedly about something and laughing loudly. 

“Wow! This place is great!” Catherine walked up to their lane, looking around. “Expensive, I guess. Can we afford it?” 

“Geeeez, we've got tons of money in the account!” Buggy whispered in her ear. “Stop thinking about this shit.” 

“I realize we have a lot of money, but you can't blow it all on entertainment, Buggy.” Catherine scowled. 

“You’re surprising me, cotton candy. What else is money for? For fun, booze and parties! Let's throw a party in your honor! We haven't organized anything in a while.”

“You were at the party yesterday and judging by the smell, you had a really good time.” Catherine placed her hands on Buggy’s shoulder and kissed his temple. “We gotta think about the future, clown. What if I see a big mansion tomorrow and I want to live in it?” 

“So we'll go out, buy that mansion, and you'll live in it, and finally stop pissing me off. You know, I think I need to teach you to have fun.” Buggy watched as Catherine's hand reached for his hair and carefully moved her hand to the side. “Ok, I’ll go buy some beer for us.”

Catherine continued to watch the visitors. She heard a loud laugh and turned toward the counter. Buggy was chatting with someone, laughing loudly and gesticulating vigorously. 

Catherine laughed, casting a glance at the boy and the girl she saw before. “Hey, I know him. That's the guy from the restaurant we went to before our adventure.” She watched them continue to chatter and were constantly hugging. “So young and sweet,” she thought. 

On another lane, there was a crowd that shouted something about some father every time they raised their mugs of beer.

“Probably a large family, and praise the father.” Catherine thought and shrugged. 

“Hey, I’m back.” Buggy placed the bottles on the table with a crash. “The most expensive beer.”

“You're my best!!” Catherine rubbed her hands together, opened the bottle, and took a sip. “Tasty! So. Who starts? And what are we playing for?” 

“What should we play for, baby?” Buggy leaned toward her, put his hand on her thigh, and winked. 

“Take your clown hands off! Manners, Buggy!” Catherine blushed and slapped his hand. “Okay. My bet. If I win, you cook dinner. If you lose, after bowling, you carry me home on your back and cook dinner. What do you think?”

“Alright! Here's my bet. If I lose, okay, dinner's on me. You lose, you know what I want.” Buggy said near Catherine's lips, winked and sipped his beer. 

“You're disgusting!” She rolled her eyes. “Why not a romantic sit on the couch? Or “oh, my sweet Catherine, I'll take you to the beach.” 

Buggy placed his hand on her back. “Oh, my sweet Catherine, I’ll take you to the beach and claim my reward there.” 

“I hate you.” Catherine glanced at him, narrowing her eyes. “You can think only about your little Buggy and his pleasure.” 

“What? Afraid I’ll ruin you? You chickened out?” Buggy cackled. 

“I never chicken out, you brute. How many points do we play for?” She crossed arms and narrowed her eyes. 

“Let's get to 50 points first. And then we'll see.” Buggy extended his hand to Catherine. 

“Okay! Deal!” Catherine held out her hand to seal the deal. 

“Hell, yeah! Get ready to lose, baby!” Buggy sipped his beer and pulled out a coin. “Heads or tails?”

“Tails!” Catherine closed her eyes as he flipped the coin. “What does it say?” She opened her eye a little, and it seemed to her that he had turned over a coin.

“You start.” Buggy pointed at her. 

Catherine shrieked happily, which caught everyone's attention. She blushed slightly and went to take the ball. She stood at the walkway and began to take aim. Catherine felt Buggy come up behind her and his hand on her buttocks. “Don't you dare grab my ass! We're in a decent society!” 

“Where did you find a decent society?” Buggy looked around. “There are fish people playing here, and a bunch of drunks.” 

“It’s still society!” Catherine took her hand back with the ball and tossed it onto the lane. She watched with hope in her eyes as the ball rolled towards the pins, but it rolled off the lane and didn't hit any of them. “Holy shit! A bad start.” Catherine made a frustrated face. “Your turn, pervert.” 

Hanging her head, Catherine walked back to the table and noted her failure on the board. 

“Watch how the pros do it!” Buggy picked up the ball and... tossed it, sending his hand along with it. 

“Hey!” Catherine jumped up from her seat. “That's not fair!” 

“Huh, who said anything about fair play? Did we agree on this? No! Have you forgotten who you're playing with? I'm Buggy the Clown. The Genius Jester.” He smirked, reattaching his hand. 

“Listen you, The Genius Jester. I don't have your chop chop shit. Let's play fair.” Catherine came closer to Buggy. 

He crossed his arms and smirked. “Nope!” 

“Oh, well, if you win, pray that I don't bite something off for you. Little Buggy won't like it.” Catherine glanced at people around, placing her hand on Buggy’s shoulder. “Hey, is it safe for you to use your abilities here? I’m worried about you.”

“In this place, yes.” Buggy took her hand and kissed it on the palm. “Oh, and by the way, write this down. I got a strike!” He nodded cheerfully and rubbed his hands.

“That's not a strike, that's cheating. You don't want to play honestly?” Catherine watched Buggy shake his head negatively and plop down at the table. “Okay. I can do that too. I will use my abilities.” 

“What are you talking about, cotton candy? You don't have abilities!” He took a sip. 

“You're such a fool. Order hot dogs, please. I'm hungry.” Catherine watched as he went to place the order, she pinned up her hair and prostrated herself, muttering to herself, “I can't lose, or I'm done.” She looked around, the room became more crowded and noticeably noisier. 

Buggy came back with ten hot dogs, looked at her hairstyle and raised his eyebrows slightly. “I got you some fries. And another beer. So, is it your turn to throw down?” He put a couple potato sticks in his mouth and winked. 

Catherine rolled her eyes and went to grab a ball. She took her hand back and tossed the ball, closing her eyes. Catherine heard the sounds of falling pins and opened one eye. “Three, haha, make it three! Write this down, clown.” She danced over to the table, picked up a fry and chugged it with her beer. “Your turn.” 

Buggy grinned, stood up, stopped for a couple of seconds next to Catherine, released a couple of strands of her pinned hair, whispering “that’s it” and went to get the ball. 

Catherine stood next to Buggy and stared at him intently. He glanced sideways at her, detached his hand and sent it along with the ball to the pins again, “See? Strike again. Who's the best? Buggy's the best!” 

“I always tell you that you're the best in everything.” She gently stroked his back. 

Buggy squinted his eyes and gave way to her. Catherine stood at the lane and picked up the ball. Pulling her hand back slightly and tossed the ball to the pins. 

“Five! Just a little more and I'll catch up with you!” Catherine turned her head sideways. “Hey, where are you?” She turned back to the table and saw Buggy calmly munching on a potato. “Really?” 

“What? I’m watching! I'm just enjoying the view of your beautiful ass.” 

“Jerk. Have I told you that I hate you?” Catherine walked over to the table, picking up a hot dog. 

“Second time in half an hour.” Buggy stared at her and smirked. 

“Your turn.” Catherine took a careful bite of the sausage and watched Buggy's face instantly change. He swallowed and walked toward the lane. Catherine followed him. She watched him take the ball, stood closer and ran her fingers down his back. Buggy looked at her, and she took another bite of the sausage, narrowing her eyes with pleasure. He sent the ball with his hand and missed. 

Catherine looked at the pins that remained untouched and laughed. “This is going to be even easier than I thought.” 

“What?” Buggy looked at her questionably. 

“Nothing, my love.” She kissed him on the cheek, watching him blush. “Go write down your zero. Haha!”

Buggy looked at the pins, exhaled and went to his place. 

“I'll show you how to use chop chop, fucking clown.” Catherine muttered under her breath. She took the ball, glanced in his direction and threw the ball. “Five!! Woohoo!” Catherine jumped up and shook her butt. “I'll catch up with you!” She ran over to the table, sipped her beer, and sat down on Buggy's lap. “What have we got here? Hm! Not bad.”

“But I'm still ahead of you.” Buggy placed his hand on her waist. “See?”

“Yes, you are.” Catherine ran her fingers along his cheek and neck.

Buggy swallowed, quickly removed his hand and fidgeted a little. “Okay, my turn. I'm not going to let some girl beat me.” He stood up and walked to the lane. 

Catherine took a few slices of potato and followed him. She chewed slowly as he prepared to throw. Buggy cast a glance at her, winked, and before he tossed the ball, Catherine immediately licked her fingertips. “God, this is so tasty, let's get some potatoes when we go home.” She looked at Buggy with the most innocent look.

Buggy sent the ball with his hand and heard the sound of falling pins. “Hah, baby, strike! See? Almost with my eyes closed!” He looked in the pins' direction. “One? How could I knock down just one pin?” 

Catherine shrugged and laughed slightly. She dusted off her hands, took the ball and stood in front of Buggy, straightening her back slightly and pressing closer to his chest for a second. Catherine took a small step forward, leaned over and was about to throw the ball when she felt Buggy's hand on her wrist.

“A little to the left, cotton candy.” He said quietly in her ear. 

Catherine smiled, whispered “such a fool” and threw the ball. “Ten! Yes!” She kissed him on the nose. 

“Wait! Why am I helping you?” Buggy scratched his head. “Anyway, I'm still ahead, baby. My points are 25, your - 18. And now I'm going to hit another strike, and that another strike, and you're done.”

“Two more strikes will give you 49 points. Learn to count, clown!” 

“Fuck you, honestly. Get ready for the night, honey. Buggy the Clown will be celebrating tonight.” He winked and clicked his tongue.

“Buggy the Clown will be celebrating tonight.” Catherine imitated him, grumbling under her breath. 

She turned to face him, moved closer and ran her fingers over his shoulder. “I'm not afraid of you, Buggy the Clown.” Catherine said in a whisper. 

Buggy tensed visibly, looked at her hand on his shoulder, then at Catherine's pleased grin. “Okay, get out of here, woman.” He gently pushed her towards the table.

Catherine plopped down on a chair, took a sip of beer and picked up a hot dog, waiting for the start of the throw. As soon as she noticed that Buggy began to swing, she immediately took a bite and moaned slightly, knowing for sure that he will like the sound. “God, how delicious.” Buggy instantly dropped the ball, which rolled past the track.

“Someone missed.” Catherine giggled and drank some more. “What about your “who is the best here?” She took the potato, put it in her mouth and narrowed her eyes.

“I don't understand why I missed. I need to concentrate.” Buggy looked confused. 

“Sit down and concentrate, and I’ll go throw the ball.” Catherine took another sip, picked up the ball and shook her butt again. “Four! Yes! Now I have 21 points! A little more and I'll beat you.” She plopped on his lap. 

“You can't beat me, I'm the king of bowling.” Buggy placed his hand on her waist. 

“Shouldn't the king have the queen?” Catherine asked quietly, stroking his hair. 

“No, sorry, I don’t share this place with anyone.” Buggy moved his face closer to her. “You won’t catch up with me, and I’ll demand a reward.” 

“I'll keep my word, Buggy the Clown.” She whispered near his lips. “If you win, do whatever you want with me. You can even tie me up. Or I'll tie you up.” Catherine lowered her head slightly and looked at Buggy. “Please tell me it's a phone in your pocket.”

“You can't say things like that right here and don't expect a reaction. I'd gladly throw this fucking ball to hell and drag you into the back room right here.”

Catherine squinted her eyes. “No way in my life I’ll have sex with you in a public place.”

“But why? It's gonna be fun.” He took a sip and ate potato sticks. 

“It's called manners, Buggy. We have our bed for that.”

“Meh!” Buggy glanced at her, chewing fries. “Do you remember our trip and the night in the motel? You know perfectly well we don’t even need to be in bed or naked. I'll just leave my di~.”

Catherine quickly covered his mouth with her hand. “Shut up, clown! Don't even dare finish that sentence here! I don't want to remember this shame.” She blushed and removed her hand. 

“Somehow you didn’t complain then.” Buggy shrugged and took a sip again. 

“Go to hell, honestly!! Get your ass on the lane.” Catherine slapped him on his head. 

“Oh, with a big pleasure, Cathie-pie.” Buggy pulled her a little closer and whispered. “Now I want to win, just to do what you suggested. I’ll tie you up and fuck you in this position all night.” 

“Can't wait!” Catherine said in response quietly. “Anyway, if you want a reward, you need to throw a ball, right?” She lightly touched his lips with her lips.

Buggy cleared his throat, swallowed, moved Catherine to a chair and walked towards the ball.  He stood for a long time with the ball in his hands, periodically glancing at Catherine, who was calmly chewing the hot dog and sipping a beer, crossing her legs. Buggy turned away, pulled his hand back, threw the ball along and knocked down only one pin.

“What the heck?” Buggy walked back, attaching his hand. “Little shit, it's all because of you.”

“Why is it because of me?” 

“Just because it's always you. I looked at you and got distracted.” He scratched his neck.

“So don't look at me, what's the problem?” Catherine shrugged and bit a piece of sausage. 

“I can't! I don't know how you do it!” Buggy plopped down on the chair, took a sip and made a sad face.

“Oh, my love, don't be sad.” Catherine came up behind Buggy and kissed him on the top of his head, seeing him blush. “It's even funny. You're ready to drag me into the closet right here and easily make vulgar comments, but you become red as your nose every time I kiss you in public.”

“Cool guys don't blush.” He mumbled, putting his food on his leg. “And hey, now it’s your turn to throw the ball.” 

“Yes. Yes. You're a cool guy.” Catherine kissed him a couple more times on the head, to the sound of his grumbling. “Just make sure the cool guy doesn’t lose to the girl.” She walked to the lane and took the ball. “Please, please, my little ball. I need this fucking strike.” Catherine closed her eyes, shook her buttocks and tossed the ball. She heard the sound of pins falling and opened one. “I did it!! I scored a strike!!” With her hands raised, Catherine turned to Buggy and, with a squeal that deafened all the visitors in the club, rushed to the table. “I did it! Did you see that?!” Smack. Smack. Smack. 

Buggy looked at her without saying a word and slowly clapped his hands. 

“Fuck you with your theatricality. I know why you are not happy. You are afraid of losing and being left without, well.. you know. Night.” Catherine took the bottle and made a sad face. 

Buggy poked her on the shoulder and moved the fries to her. Catherine looked at him while eating the potato sticks and placed a couple of potatoes in his mouth. Buggy winked at her, slowly chewing his potato. Catherine squealed and pecked him several times on the cheek.

“Okay, you have 33 points now, I have 26.” Buggy snapped his fingers. “Let's do it this way. If I hit a strike, we double my points. If you hit the next strike, we double your points. Just for fun. But the bets still stand. What do you think, my little squealer?” 

“You can't wait to win and.. well, you know.. huh?” Catherine stroked his cheek. 

“I'm a disgusting, dirty clown. Were you expecting something else?” Buggy took a sip of beer, bit a hot dog, ate some potatoes, and walked towards the path. 

Catherine immediately followed him, slightly lowering her shirt from her shoulders. She stood next to Buggy, placed her hand on his back and started stroking it gently. 

Buggy looked at her quickly and was about to run his fingers over her shoulders, but shook his head to bring himself to his senses. He pulled his arm back and threw the ball. Catherine closed her eyes and opened them when she heard the sound of falling pins. 

Buggy stood proudly with his arms crossed. “See? I told you. Strike. 50 points, yeah! If you don't get the strike now, I win. If you do, we raise the bets to 100 points.” 

“Damn you, lustful clown, and you chop chop thing! You cheat all day!” Catherine pushed him away from the lane, took the ball and stood in front of Buggy. He gently placed his hand on Catherine's waist, but she threw it off, muttering under her breath. 

Catherine pulled her hand back, bit her bottom lip, and threw the ball. She clenched her fists as she watched the ball slow down, hit the pins and only six were knocked down. 

“No-o-o!!” Catherine screamed loudly and stomped her foot. She noticed how everyone in the hall turned to look at her. “Oh, to hell with you all!” She grabbed her head with her hands. “How is this possible?!” She heard laughter behind her. Catherine turned and walked closer. “Why are you laughing, clown?” 

“Your tactic of seducing me onto your bare shoulders didn't work, did it? I told you, I'm the king of bowling.” Buggy hugged her around her shoulder. “And I'll claim my reward!” 

“I seduced you all the time, and you didn’t even notice” Catherine looked at his surprised look and buried her head in his chest. “Before you fuck me to death, pervert, at least take me for a walk.” 

Buggy placed his hand on her back. “Actually, I decided that I wanna change my reward.” 

“It's against the rules.” Catherine mumbled in his chest. 

“I'm the clown, liar and cheater. I can do anything, cotton candy.” He pulled her closer. 

“Oh, God. Do you want us to have sex right here?” 

“Hah!” Buggy exhaled and stroked her back. “Actually, I decided that I wanna take you for a walk, then I’ll carry you home on my back and cook dinner. Don’t really count on more than pasta and sausages. What do you say?” 

“What?” Catherine raised her head and rested her chin on his chest. “What about your 'I want you, Catherine Mitchell'?” 

“I want to pamper you, Catherine Mitchell.” Buggy poked his finger at her nose. 

“With pasta and sausages? Sounds great.” Catherine hugged him around his waist and smiled. “You're my best! I love you, my Buggy Bear!” 

“Yeah, same, cotton candy.” Buggy kissed the top of her head. “Well! Let's play up to a hundred? What are the bets now?”

[thedeluluverse]

Balancing the Scales

Author’s Note: To the Anon that requested this, I am SO SORRY it took me this long, but I hope you like it!!

Summary: A misunderstanding between you and your boyfriend of 10 months threatens to destroy what has been so carefully constructed. Is a patch possible or will the castle crumble?

Pairing:  idol!Jimin x animalshelterworker!reader

Rating: 18+

Genre:  light smut, fluff, established relationship, oneshot, angst, idol au

Word Count: 1,877

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI light biting, passionate grabbing, mentions of sex,

It's just a typical day at the animal rescue shelter that you work at when your life changes forever. You are determined that your eyes are playing tricks on you, but you know that smile anywhere!

Your bias from BTS, Jimin, is at the front desk asking where to sign in so he can look at the dogs. Once you shake off your freak-out fog, you practically push your coworker out of the way. She's Namjoon biased anyway; she can deal, right?

Once he fills out the sign-in form, you volunteer to show him around the facility while he tells you his pet preferences. The whole time, you feel like you are vibrating with excitement, but you keep your cool the entire time despite your ARMY heart threatening to give out any moment.

As you head up to the front, he tells you that there's such a good selection that he needs to think it over before he says, "Thanks for all of your help, y/n. Will you be here tomorrow? I don't really feel like re-explaining everything to someone else you know?".

This time, you aren’t able to prevent the flush that appears on your cheeks. Because even though it's work-related, Jimin CHOSE YOU; it's a step towards your dream so yay! You fervently nod your head, ignoring your coworker side-eyeing you.

You know you’re supposed to be off tomorrow, but you will be there no matter what; you have been in love with this man for years, so you will show up unpaid in uniform if it means you can be his little helper.

As soon as he leaves, your coworker agrees to let you pose as though you are on shift, and if he needs access you can't do since you aren't on the clock, she will help you out. You rush home after your shift to ensure everything is ready and clean at a good time so you can be well rested.

For the first time in your life, you wake up a half hour before your alarm from anticipation! You get ready and go in after getting some coffee and a breakfast sandwich at the café nearby.

After waiting for what felt like forever (maybe 2 hours), Jimin shows up with two coffees, which your nerves didn't need but you will accept of course. He insists on walking the whole facility again despite barely looking around, focusing on your words more intently than yesterday.

He says he wants your help figuring out which dog to go with but respects that the shelter closes soon. Naturally, he asks you, "Hey, I'm indecisive, but I know y'all close soon. So would you like to grab some boba with me and help me decide?".

At this, your coworker's jaw is on the floor while yours is trying to maintain normalcy. You grin and, with a shaky voice, say, "I…I'd be honored if you would prefer that over returning tomorrow. I mean, since you can't adopt once we close. Aish, what am I saying…you're a busy man, so let's go get this decided then!".

He can't help but giggle at your flustered state and logic. He knows he will need to return anyway, but if this gets him on a date with you, it's worth the extra trip.

Even though he decides on the brown and white cocker spaniel named Mandu in about 30 minutes, y’all spend hours at the boba shop talking about everything and anything.

This leads to many more meetings starting off as you helping him learn how to take care of and train Mandu, morphing into chill hangouts, and eventually, y'all making your relationship official.

Life is bliss and everything you could dream of until he starts acting strange. It begins with your dates becoming less frequent and Jimin seeming agitated more often than not when he is around you.

A week after your 10-month anniversary, you question your boyfriend, "Chim Chim, what's wrong? You can talk to me…If I did something, please tell me, yell, anything…”

He rolls his eyes, "Y/n, you didn't do anything, okay? Just had a lot on my mind lately. You wouldn't understand; you live a simple life." At this, tears well up in your eyes. "Ouch… I'm just trying to be supportive. Plus, just because I'm not an idol doesn't mean my life is a cakewalk.

You know how much I've struggled before and during being with you. Just because you're great doesn't mean our relationship hasn't also given me side effects. Do you realize how much hate and death threats I've gotten since I started going out with you???

Now, yes, your company is good at shutting them down and ensuring I'm safe, but it isn't fun to encounter. Not to mention you being around all those beautiful idols all of the time…

I know you care about me, but I look nothing like those people, and I am just worried that eventually you will see me the way I do and…don't look at me like that, I'm just saying.".

He just clenches his fists and pokes inside of his cheek with his tongue and responds with, "That's not fucking fair y/n. It's not like I caused those things or given you a reason to be insecure.

I thought I was helping you with anxiety and self-esteem, but I guess I was wrong. I knew this was too good to be true…" With that, he walks out of your apartment and starts the detachment.

It’s the longest month of your life. Feeling like a bother, you stop texting and hanging out with Jimin, partly to teach him a lesson and somewhat because he hurt your feelings. Despite his frequent attempts to meet up and talk things out, you shut him down or give one-word responses.

Feeling desperate, Jimin goes to your work to talk things out only to learn from Alice, your coworker from before, that you purposely changed your schedule so he couldn't just pop up. She also gives him the cold shoulder in solidarity, as she knows what happened.

As it happens, you pull in right as he departs down the road, and for a moment, you consider following him. You miss him but aren't sure you are ready to see him yet.

Fast forward a week, and Alice hits you up because she is tired of you being a homebody. You agree to meet up with her at a local café since you know that alcohol is not a good idea right now.

After waiting an hour and no sign of her or anyone else besides a couple of workers, you are about to leave when you look up from your phone only to see Jimin standing before you.

Gently resting his hand on yours, he pleads for you to give him 10 minutes, and if after that, you aren't convinced, he will never bother you again. He admits that he rented out the café and prepaid for your drink since he knows this is your favorite spot. In addition to the centerpieces being your favorite flower, he just wanted privacy with you in one of your safest places.

For the first 3 minutes, he is profusely apologizing, saying that there had been so many rumors about him and Nayeon recently that you bringing up other women just set him off because he thought you knew that you were the embodiment of beauty to him and never looked at anyone else.

Then he leans forward and rubs your arm for comfort as he sees tears about to fall down your cheek and continues, "Jagiya, I'm so sorry again. When I said, I had a lot on my mind that you wouldn't understand… I don’t mean that you've never had struggles. It was something that I was worried about but didn't know if you were too, but.. now it's time to find out, I guess."

You cock an eyebrow and wipe the tears from your face, "Just tell me, Mochi, I swear it's fine. Just be honest. It can’t be worse than what I’ve been imagining for the past month.”.

He leans back and lets a deep sigh escape his mouth, "Alright, here goes, I love you. I have been for months now. I realized it 2 months before the day I went off and hurt you, but I was worried about saying it too soon. So, I tried to shove the desire down, but it only made me angry because why has society dictated milestones?

If I love you, I should be able to say so whenever I feel it, right? Aish…anyway, when you said you knew I cared about you, it made me pissed again because I wanted to shout to the heavens how in love I was and am with you but didn't know if I should, so yeah….".

The timer goes off, and he sits up straight, staring at you with pleading eyes to say something. You are looking down, fidgeting with your fingers, and processing everything he just said. He goes to leave, taking your silence as a goodbye.

As he arises, you grab the sleeve of his sweater and stand up, saying, "I feel the same way, which is why everything hurt so bad, and I detached so abruptly. I wanted to tell you how I felt, too, but I was too scared of rejection, so I took that day as a sign to back off. “

His eyes go wide, "Oh…I…cool…I mean.. you know what I mean? I just feel like such a pabo (fool) and hope one day you can forgive me, but I get if no—" He is cut off by your lips crashing into his and smiling as he has wanted this for so long.

Once you detach for the sake of breathing, you hurry hand in hand to the public transportation stop, giving little pecks as you wait. Once you get on, you can't help but be stereotypical and sit in his lap. Y'all seem all tiny and cutesy to the others on the train.

Until you get home, and the second that the front door locks, he has you pushed up against the wall, leaving sloppy kisses along your neck and jawline before passionately devouring your lips in his until you are both gasping and trying desperately to hold on to anything to stay grounded.

As soon as y'all head into the bedroom, it's a race of who can get their clothes off faster. Honestly, you can't recall because the millisecond it happens, he has you trapped under him for who knows how long. He shows you with his body how much love he has for you, how sorry he is, and most of all, how much he missed you.

Once both of your bodies are spent, y'all indulge in a sweet bath. He carries you to bed, and you both fall asleep in each other's arms, drifting off to the best sleep of your lives, knowing that there is no more gray area in your relationship, nor will there ever be, because you both agree to communicate everything from now on; there's no way either of you can be apart that long again or would ever want to be.

[saccharinerose]

Final thoughts on ACOWAR + the trilogy as a whole

I am done. I am never, EVER touching a single book by SJM again. I dipped my toes into ToG and decided that it was not for me and, with the rest of the series looming overhead, also decided that it wasn't even worth reading ironically. I gave ACOTAR a try and thought "Hey, it's only a trilogy. How bad can it be?" It was very bad. ACOTAR was mostly boring and unremarkable, with the most egregious problem being the beginning of SJM's systematic butchering of fae mythology and turning them into omegaverse alphas - just without the knots. ACOMAF was HORRID and the 3 days it took me to read felt like half an eternity and I had a headache for the entire time. ACOWAR is marginally better than ACOMAF, instead of horrid it's just bad and occasionally infuriating. I learned from ACOMAF and spaced out my reading time, so I only got a headache on the third day of reading it and then decided to take a 5 day break. The first section of the book was just me rolling my eyes until they fell out of my skull. Tamlin in this first section is a prime example of what I like to call a hatesink. We are meant to hate him and nothing else. I didn't even really give a shit about him being a shitty person bc it didn't matter! Feyre hates him and we are supposed to hate him, regardless of what he does. He could have been kicking puppies and knitting sweaters for orphans in consecutive scenes and Feyre would literally have the same internal narration about how much she hates him and how she can't wait to make him miserable. I was over it after 2 paragraphs, I didn't feel anything, no satisfaction, no nothing. Finally leaving the Spring Court was a relief but it was short-lived when we returned to Velaris with Lucien. GOOD GOD, is the Inner Circle as infuriating pile of people. I needed someone to throw hands. Either the Inner Circle with each other and someone on the outside with one of them, preferably Rhysand. Can someone knock a couple of Rhysand's teeth out? PLEASE?? I get why Lucien didn't do it. If he so much as smacked someone from the IC over the head, I 100% believe Rhysand would throw a huge temper tantrum like the toddler he is, and pulverize him but someone else could have... Mor should have AT LEAST attempted to slap him for the shit he pulled with Keir and Eris. Nesta's hands could've been rated E for everyone at, like, any point in the book. Maybe I just want to see Rhysand get socked in the face... Pre-war the threat of Hybern fell kind of... flat after two pairs of Importantly Titled people from Hybern, one pair of which boasts about how they have a thousand years of experience on Feyre, almost immidiately get offed by either our protagonists or whatever much more interesting eldritch horror lives in their basement. What a threat, I was at the edge of my seat, worried the King of Hybern will send over some more schmucks to get axed. It doesn't help that they have less character depth than a Powerpuff Girls villain... SJM seems to have some sort of allergy to having Feyre acknowledge her mistakes. On two seperate occasions, she was just starting to recognize an action she took might have been a mistake because of the consequences it had, then Rhysand swooped in to make sure she won't. She directly paved the way for Hybern to attack the Summer Court and lay siege to Adriata, killing hundreds of innocent people, by bringing down the Spring Court. The fucking King of Hybern himself verbally thanks her for it! She made a mistake, fueled by her desire for revenge but the narrative, through Rhysand, REFUSES to acknowledge it as a mistake. The protagonists are Always Right even when they're not. Her violent outburst at the meeting of the High Lords was the same story. The meeting in itself was the singular most frustrating thing I have ever read. Not one, not two but three times did someone from the Night Court have a violent outburst because of things someone said and they were the ones who called the meeting. I know the book tried to convince us Tamlin was the one with a short temper but holy shit, none of IC are any better?? You people are flying off the handle left and right? Say what you will, but at least Tamlin kept his jabs verbally this time. Reading about the meeting was like watching a bunch of magically superpowered toddlers. How have some of these Courts managed to stay functioning with these people as their leaders? None of them read like decades or even centuries old people... At least I now have a better understanding of the mentality of backseat gamers... The sex scenes were placed at some of the weirdest parts. Like the one time Rhysand and Feyre had a quickie just after she got back from her exhausting multi-day treck from the Spring Court while Lucien was waiting in the entrance hall of the house in his dirty, tattered clothes... And of course, who could forget the blowjob to the live surround-sound of people's death throes. Seems like a bit of a mood killer, I don't know if I could get hard in that situation. The battle scenes in and of itself, especially when the actual big-scale war started? Holy shit these scenes were BORING. I really don't know how SJM managed to make an all-out war between two factions of ludicrously powerful magical beings boring but she managed it. Utterly tensionless drivel. At no point was I ever under the impression that any of the main characters or sympathetic secondary characters would die or get permanently injured in some way. And the deaths we did have... didn't elicit much of a reaction beyond a shrug. Feyre's dad was barely in the first book, completely written out of the second and then appears at the end of the third just to be murdered in front of our protagonist and her sisters and I'm supposed to care? The Bone Carver and the Weaver are paper-thin "ooohh so scary" ancient eldritch beings who both bite it pretty unceremoniously and, again, I'm supposed to care? Literally didn't even react to the death of the King of Hybern beyond a shrug. I also find it funny how so many, arguably important characters just... remain nameless. The main antagonist, the Big Bad? He's just "the King of Hybern". Lucien's mother, the Lady of the Autumn Court, who saved the protagonist's life in book one? She doesn't have a name either! The father of our protagonist? You guessed it, nameless! Rhysand's mother and sister, whose deaths were the catalyst for his and Tamlin's feud? Fuck them, I guess. But you can fucking bet your ass Feyre's two maids in Velaris, who have literally zero personality or plot importance, have names. One of them is named after fucking Cerridwen. Closing thought, can we talk about how SJM gave the singular most bombass aesthetic, night sky and stars, to Rhysand - the literal most dripless person in the history of fiction. It's always just tunics or jackets with no description beyond being black. Even Rhysand's fucking wedding ring (or equivalent there of) is just a silver band. The most he ever did with accessories was wear a crown of raven feathers. Rhysand is the equivalent of that picture of Ed Sheeran in a t-shirt next to a glammed-up Beyonce. He is the male actor showing up the MET gala in a simple black suit, regardless of theme. No drip, no style, no fashion, just boring.

[starseternelle]

a modern one shot for @nightstriumph - rhys's amnesia arc

he looks so fragile underneath the tubes and equipment. bruises & cuts pepper his face & she is careful as she takes his hand into hers, her touch almost ghosting for fear of hurting him further. worse than she already has. " hey stranger, " she whispers to him. the doctor had been rather adament that rhys probably couldn't hear them, but she tries anyway ( for at least a brief moment, she has him back in her life. forgive her the indulgence, to speak to him while she can even if she can never receive his answer )

his brothers have excused themselves to give her privacy & she cannot restrain herself from the truth any longer. " i have missed you more than anything, you know. i've missed my best friend. " the confession stumbles along her tongue & she blinks away the burning in her gaze. her heart tears itself into pieces. she forces herself to feel its sting, it's the least she can do. " i'm so scared, rhys. you told me i'd never be alone again, but i am. "

she chokes on her words, her breathing shudders through her chest painfully. does she imagine she feels his hand squeeze hers ?? she must have. " i wish i could tell you why i did it. i wish i could tell you i never would have done it if i had a choice. no one knows & i have to lie to every single person in my life. i had to lie to you. " it's the one lie she's ever told him in a relationship built on mutual understanding. it's the one that mattered most.

" we need you to get better, rhys. az & cass & mor. " he is the only thing that makes sense in any of this. her star to guide her home in the blackest night. " i need you to get better. " her voice cracks & she feels the tears on her cheeks, but makes no move to wipe them away. " you have so much good to give to the world yet. even if you never believe another word i say, please believe this. the world is a better place with you in it " come back, come back, come back !!

she hears the doctor politely cough behind her, give his apologies that visiting hours are over. until tomorrow, she'll fight for sleep unsuccessfully at home, the image of his hurt seared into her memory. she learns forward, gentle fingers brushing his pesky curl behind his ear ( it causes her heart to catch, some things never change ) " i love you. still. always. " her lips brush a kiss against his temple before she vacates the room.

under the harsh lights, his lids flutter, as if dreaming of her touch.

gone as quick as it came.

[fandomwe1rd0]

Am sending you half of my ideas and am starting to feel bad(BTW did you get my toddler summer and morty one?) And what about one where morty geta the same fate as Diane and Beth did

Dont worry I love getting these asks! Your stories are a lot of fun to write! Don't hesitate to send me more requests I'll be more than happy to fulfill them!

Rick was hunched over his desk, "Mo*burp*rty! Get in here!" Morty went in the garage, rubbing the sleepy from his eyes "What Rick? It's 2 in the mor- AH!" A hand went out of a portal and pulled Morty in by his shirt. Rick would recognized the hand. He'd recognize it anyway. It was Rick Prime. That son of a bitch who killed his wife. Well he's going to get what's coming to him when he messed with his grandson. He quickly went in the portal and saw Morty hanging from his leg just above the Omega device. Rick's eyes widened. No. Fuck no. He was held back by Rick Prime's bots as Prime laughed "Hey dead wife guy! Heard you were still chasing me, since you didn't learn your lesson, I thought this might teach you to know your place." Rick's fists clenched "LET HIM GO OR I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU! " Prime laughed, "Oh, this really will be what will make you learn your lesson" He dropped Morty in. Rick was in shock as he felt tears sting his eyes. He quickly got out of Prime's robots grasp and ran over to the Omega device. Prime's eyes widened "Dead wife guy... Don't do what I think you're about to do!" Rick looked over to Prime with a smile. He'll get the last laugh. He laughed mad as he let himself fall into the Omega device

[howlingday]

pokemon au)

cardin winchester, jaune's vassal and childhood friend shows up to visit. while the winchesters tend to hate the white fang and faunas as an extension due to the ongoing hostilities in the area he's on his best behavior around blake and velvet so that's good.

though for some reason he's really agressive with pyrrha and ruby. something about him being jaune's biggest fan?

meanwhile ruby and pyrrha realize they have competition for thier best friend/ crush. how will things turn out?

"Jaune Arc!" At his name being called, Jaune turned around to meet his old friend, Cardin Winchester, standing proudly in the hall. "I was wondering when you'd show up!"

"Cardin!" Jaune quickly closed the gap, clasping his hand with Cardin's, both flexing as they do. When they released, Jaune winced and shook his arm. "Ow..."

"Stil not hitting those weights?" Cardin punched Jaune's arm, chuckling as he did. Jaune rubbed the shoulder while rubbing his hand with the other. He looked like a weird pretzel. "At least you're here training your Pokémon, right?"

"Yeah, I am." Jaune nodded, letting his arms fall to the side. "Crocea Mors and I have been training since we left home."

"Wait, your dad's super mega rare Pokémon we were never ever allowed to play with?" Cardin balked. "That Pokémon?!"

"Yup!" Jaune chuckled. "And uh, I learned why. He's not really a people Pokémon."

"I'll bet." He looked behind Jaune. "It doesn't look like The Executioner likes him, either."

Jaune turned and saw a strange bird glaring down at Crocea Mors as it flapped. It's head extended out in the back, making it look like a giant egg. Jaune could feel the tension building between the two Pokémon.

"What kind of Pokémon is that?" Jaune asked.

"It's a Braviary." Cardin answered. "It's a Hisuan breed, apparently. Didn't even know a Hisuian region existed."

"I wonder what other Pokémon are there." Jaune said, a bit of wonder in his eyes.

"You and me both!" Cardin laughed, slapping Jaune on the back.

"Jaune, what's going on over here?" Blake asked as she approached. "Who is this?"

"Hey, Blake!" Jaune greeted. "This is a buddy of mine from back home. Cardin, this is Blake. Blake, Cardin."

"Hello." Cardin said, his tone flat.

"Charmed." Blake replied, equally flat.

"Well, I have to get to my room." His mood immediately improved. "You should drop by, Jaune! We can catch up there."

"Yeah, sounds great!" Jaune chirped. "You want to come, Blake?"

"No." Blake said. He didn't see it, but behind Jaune's back, Cardin visibly twitched as Jaune said that. She walked past the two, slowly so she could hear if Cardin whispered. He did.

"Jaune," he hissed, "I'm not going to tell you to pick your friends, but be careful. She's sending me all kinds of bad vibes."

"Oh, don't worry, Cardin!" Jaune defended. "Blake's actually really cool. She's just not comfortable around new people."

"If you say so." Cardin huffed. "Anyways, let's head up now. I wanna know what you've been up to, since you're the best trainer ever. Well, after me."

"Well, you, my friend Ruby, and my roommate, Pyrrha."

"...Huh?"

Meanwhile, The Executioner and Crocea Mors didn't break their glare from each other.

[ladydeath-22]

What do you think will happen to Nesta in the future books? Do you think Cassian will continue to put the IC ahead of her or do you think he will finally begin to prioritize her? I am neither a Feyre or Nesta Stan, I just want to know your thoughts.

Hey! Thanks for the question :) Here are a couple basic ideas I have for Nesta in the future books!

I think Nesta will play a major part role in the crossover. Even though she doesn't have the full extent of her powers, she still has a little bit the mother commanded the cauldron to leave her. So I think the mother granted her enough for her to be able to wield all 3 troves and live. Also, I think it was mentioned Bryce may have the fourth trove? so it definitely connects Nesta.

I am hanging on to the idea that Nesta becomes high lady of dusk and SJM delves more into the people trapped in the prison. The old gods in the prison whispered her name in the winds and she was referred to queen of queens numerous times. So it has to mean something.

I hope Nesta continues with her valkyrie training! I am so glad to see her heal and actually help the priestesses in the library. It was so refreshing to see her able to help them gain comfort in being able to leave the library. I hope she and her valkyrie's can now help illyrian women. I think they will do a better job of helping them than Rhys considering the illyrians are afraid of Nesta, thinking that she is a witch.

I hope Cassian puts Nesta first. Honestly if Rhys can put Feyre first, Cassian can too. Nesta is HIS MATE. Mates come first as we have learned the bond is rare and coveted. I'm sorry in life you don't put your 'friends' before your wife and you certainly don't put your politicians. Essentially if Cassian puts his high lord and lady first, he is putting politicians ahead of his wife.

There were couple times in the book Cassian did defend Nesta but he then quickly felt the need to apologize for it. I want him to defend Nesta and not apologize for it. Cassian better put Nesta first and prioritize her, because if not the mating bond is really weak or just useless. Because Rhys is allowed to act like a possessive arrogant jerk ready to kill anyone who looks at Feyre wrong, but Cassian can't? He literally let his family threaten to kill her and not do or say anything?? Like Mor said she wanted to drop Nesta off in the human lands, (where she will be killed) or in the CoN (where women are abused). Rhys wanted to kill her because she told Feyre about the pregnancy.

Not to mention, no one really defended Nesta when she said she will risk her life during the war or with scrying. That broke my heart. Especially when Nesta played the distraction.

Like I need a scene in where Cassian finally confronts his friends on their blatant treatment of her. Maybe then, I will start to love fanon nessian lol. The nessian I have in my head holds my heart.

[the-himawari]

A3! Hyodo Juza - Translation [SSR] MANKAI Party (2/3)

*Please read disclaimer on blog

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Actor A: One, two, three…

Actor B: Could you help me stretch for a second?

Actor C: Sure, no problem. Give me a hand after too.

Juza: Good morning.

Sakuya: Good morning!

Actor A: Oh, good mor—… hm, what’s this? A photoshoot?

Actor B: Hey, you’re a kid from the same theatre troupe as Juza, right?

Sakuya: I am! I’m Sakuma Sakuya! It’s very nice to meet you.

Actor C: Hi, nice to meet you.

Actor D: So, what kind of shoot is this?

Juza: It’s for a video we’re gonna play at my birthday event.

Actor C: Juza’s b-day event!?

Juza: Yuzo-san said he would tell you guys…

Actor A: Yuzo-san forgot for sure.

Actor B: A video for MANKAI Company’s fans to watch, huh… Damn it, I wish I dressed up~!

Juza: Sorry. If you don’t like it, then I’ll cut it.

Actor B: I’m joking. Don’t worry about it!

Actor C: If your birthday’s coming up then we gotta celebrate~.

*door opens*

Yuzo: Hey.

Juza: Good morning.

Sakuya: Yuzo-san, good morning!

Yuzo: Oh, right, your shoot was today, huh? I see Sakuya came too.

Juza: Thanks for your permission to film. I’ll be countin’ on you today.

Yuzo: Sure. I’m sure you know, but don’t capture anything that’ll spoil the play, alright?

Juza: Of course.

-pause-

Sakuya: …And there! I think we got some great shots.

Juza: I appreciate it, Sakuya. Yuzo-san and everyone else, thanks for today.

Actor A: That was fun.

Actor B: Show us when the video’s done.

Sakuya: I learned a lot while I was filming too! Thank you so much!

Actor C: You worked hard too, Sakuya-kun.

Yuzo: That reminds me, I happened to run into Kasumi yesterday. He was jealous when I told him you were dropping by my rehearsal hall.

Sakuya: Oh, really!

Yuzo: I’ll tell Kasumi to give MANKAI Company’s rehearsal room another visit.

Sakuya: For sure! Our doors are always open.

Juza: Yeah, we’ll be waitin’.

Yuzo: Are you done filming your video now?

Juza: That was the plan… but there’s somethin’ else I wanna film too. I’m gonna keep goin’ after I get home. Sakuya, can you leave the rest of the filming to me?

Sakuya: Of course! I can’t wait to see what kind of video it’ll turn out to be.

Yuzo: If you need more guests for your birthday event, just give me a holler.

Juza: …

Yuzo: …I was joking. Geez, lighten up.

-pause-

Taichi: Omi-kun, I washed the veggies!

Omi: Great, thanks. Alright, can you give me a hand with this next?

Taichi: On it!

Juza: …

Omi: Umm… by the way, Juza. What have you been filming?

Juza: The video for my VLOG.

Taichi: EHH!? Wait, is that for your birthday event!?

Omi: It’s your VLOG though. Is it alright for us to be filmed...?

Juza: Don’t worry. Just continue.

Taichi: Even if you say that, I can’t help but worry!

Sakyo: Save your breath. He went ahead and filmed Bon and I arguing earlier.

Azami: Our discussion about the budget ain’t over, shitty Sakyo.

Sakyo: Ahh?

*door opens*

Banri: Oh, it’s rowdy in here.

Juza: …

Banri: …Ah? What do you want, asshole? Don’t film someone as soon as they get home without askin’… OI! There’s no way I’m in frame there!

Juza: Ahh? They’ll know it’s you from just your hair.

Banri: The hell? Don’t screw with me!

Taichi: Even when they’re filming, Juza-san and Ban-chan are the same as ever.

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[shallyne]

*The squad is over at Feyre's house*

Rhys: Ohhhh, we each get our own oven?

Feyre: ... N-No...

Feyre, laughing: How many ovens do you think I have???

Rhys, motioning to their kitchen: Three, I thought!

Cassian: I see a-

Feyre, motioning to one device: This is a microwave.

Rhys: Oh, well I-

Feyre: Hey wait wait, actually- hang on- *fiddles with the buttons on the microwave*

Feyre:

Feyre, amazed: Its got a bake setting!

Mor: Ohoho, you learn something new every day!

Azriel: Do we- Do we roshambo for who gets to pick first?

Feyre: Now I've just discovered I have more ovens than I thought, we don't have to roshambo nothin!

Feyre: I am someone who owns four ovens...

Feyre, louder and way too happy: I am someone... who owns FOUR OVENS...

Feyre: I didn't know I was so rich with ovens...

Amren, pointing to another appliance: Also the toaster oven!

Rhys: Ohhh, toasty boy! Four- Five ovens!

Feyre:

Feyre, fucking ECSTATIC: I AM SOMEONE WHO OWNS FIVE OVENS

[writtenonreceipts]

A fic from When it Snows where Feysand tells Mor and Alanna and Thea about the pregnancy 😭 PLEASE

find my main masterlist here

When It Snows // When We’re Home //  Right On Time

i realized i have too many fics sitting in my drafts for no reason other than i am am a mess of insecurities.

...

When We're Family

After spraining her ankle and ending up in a brace for her wrist—Feyre was not allowed to go anywhere alone.  Rhys insisted.  And as much as Feyre loved her husband and was grateful for the changes he was making at work—she wanted to strangle him.

One week after the fall and learning that she was pregnant had only made Rhys all the more sensitive to Feyre.  She wasn’t even nine weeks along at this point.  Still, he made sure to have breakfast ready if she wanted it, he made sure to have fruit and snacks stored in the fridge, he’d stocked her drawers with fuzzy socks, and he’d even relented and kept ice cream in the freezer.  Though Feyre was fairly certain that was only because she threatened to throw her shoe at him if he didn’t.

“My parent’s will be here soon,” Rhys said from the doorway to their bedroom. “Are you sure you’re up for this?”

Feyre looked up from where she was sprawled out on the bed and groaned.  She’d felt like crap all day and hadn’t eaten much.  Not that she’d admit that to Rhys.  He’d only try and coddle her further.  And while she appreciated how hard Rhys was trying and how badly he wanted to make up for working too much—it was driving her insane.

“I’m fine,” she said.

Rhys didn’t look convinced.

“Promise,” she insisted.

Crossing the room, Rhys leaned across the bed to plant a small kiss on her forehead. “Alright.”

Feyre waited until he headed back downstairs before getting up.  Benham, Alanna, and Thea were all coming over for a celebration.  Rhys had applied for a promotion and would now be out from under Amarantha’s thumb.  

It would be the perfect time to make another announcement.

Feyre pressed a hand to her belly and sighed.  She wasn’t sure she was ready.  Not to announce the pregnancy, not to be a mother, none of it.  And she certainly already loved the small bean growing within her, there was no doubt in her mind about that.  It was just…being a mother?  Being an adult?  Being responsible for this small life?  It was all so much.  And she really didn’t have much of a guiding star to look to.

Unless she counted Alanna.  The woman was a miracle.  Kind, thoughtful, smart, incredible.   Rhys’ mother had become a stalwart figure in Feyre’s life and she would forever be grateful for her.

Benham on the other hand…Feyre tried to understand the man and give him the benefit of the doubt.  He was strict, cold, and a bit controlling.  He was difficult to be around but they made things work when it came to family time.

Shaking her head, Feyre changed into one of her favorite sweaters and leggings.  She wanted comfort tonight and appearances could be damned.  She made sure her hair was at least halfway decent and that she had deodorant on.  When was the last time she showered?  Puking her guts up on the regular was exhausting and as much as she enjoyed being clean, she just couldn’t work up the energy some times.

She really needed to get her act together.

When she heard Alanna’s chipper voice downstairs, Feyre emerged from the bedroom.  Rhys would understand if she stayed in bed, but this night was about him and she wanted to support him in every way she could.

“Feyre!” Thea called as soon as she came down the stairs.

Feyre only had a split second to open her arms before Rhys’ sixteen-year-old sister was tackling her in a hug.

“Hey!” Feyre said, laughing as she gave Thea a firm squeeze.  

Thea beamed at her with a cheeky smile that looked so much like Rhys’.  She had bright blue eyes like her father and the same willowy frame as her mother.  With raven black hair and warm brown skin, Thea Avitas was a stunning young woman.

“You have to come to the basketball game next Friday, it’s the last one before Solstice break,” Thea said. “I’m starting and I’m about to break the three-point record for a single season.”

“Absolutely,” Feyre agreed.  She did not have a knack for sports, but she always enjoyed watching Thea play.

Looping their arms together, Thea led them to the kitchen where Rhys was already pouring out champagne for him and his parents.  There was also a bottle of sparkling cider for Thea.  And Feyre, though, hopefully no one would notice when she opted for the non-alcoholic option.  As it was still early into the pregnancy, both Feyre and Rhys were waiting just a little longer for the announcement.

“Congratulations dear,” Alanna said, giving Rhys a warm smile.  She accepted the champagne he offered but waited before drinking.

“Does this mean you’re the boss now?” Thea asked.  “You get to make all the rules?  Like ice cream parties or taking off whenever?”

“No,” Rhys said, “but it’s very enlightening to know where your mind is.”

Thea shrugged and, reluctantly, took her sparkling cider. “I’m sixteen, I’m hardly expected to be responsible.”

“If you’re going to be attending Yale in two years, you’d better be kidding,” Benham said, fixing his daughter with a stare.

It was a familiar look to be found in the Avitas household, Feyre had learned.  One of high expectation that left no room for maneuvering or joking.  The only time Feyre ever saw it in Rhys was when he was actively dealing with his father.

“I am dad,” Thea assured him, though there was a dull ring to her voice.

Thea was a smart kid; she took as many AP classes as she could and was enrolled in at least two different extracurriculars at a time.  Of course, no matter how much she accomplished it was never good enough for Benham.

Feyre did her best to keep a straight face.  Her mother had been much the same as Benham and she knew that Benham just wanted the best for his daughter but he had a poor way of going about his support.

“She has a 4.0,” Rhys said mildly, “I think Thea has taken on plenty of responsibility.”

The room filled with palpable tension.  Rhys never let an opportunity pass by without challenging his father.  Especially where Thea was concerned.

“You got a new office, didn’t you?” Feyre said, redirecting the conversation. “It has a view of the park.”

“Yeah, I’ll be in charge of a new project over the landscaping going on at the waterfront,” Rhys replied.  He cast Feyre a smile and passed her the second glass of sparkling cider. “It’ll be an incredible opportunity to bring to the company.”

“You should have stayed with Amarantha’s team,” Benham said.  “She has years of experience and could have helped you build your portfolio.”

“Amarantha and I had a conflict of interest,” Rhys replied.  He sidled to Feyre’s side and wrapped an arm around her waist.  “This is better for us.”

“Well,” Alanna said, her voice just a little louder than normal, “we are so proud of you.  I’m sure this will be wonderful for you.”  

Feyre raised her glass. “To new opportunities!”

Even with Benham’s less enthused reaction to the news he followed suit and they drank to the toast.  Feyre thought that maybe they would make it through the night without too many more shots fired.

Oh, poor naive, little Feyre.  She should have known better.

“No champagne, Feyre?” Benham asked.  He watched her over the rim of his glass.

Son of a—

“Nope,” she said, feigning regret, “not tonight.  I have an early morning.”

Benham raised a brow and was a mirror image of his son.  It wasn’t overtly cruel, not exactly, rather a challenge.  And Feyre knew that he knew.  And if he knew…hell.

“Not even in celebration?”

“Father,” Rhys said in warning.

The two locked in a staring contest and Feyre knew that there was only one way to diffuse the situation.  So, she turned to Alanna and Thea—the one source of stability that she could count on besides Rhys.

“I’m pregnant.”

The words hung in the air for a silent moment before Alanna shrieked and nearly threw her champagne across the kitchen.  She restrained, barely, but the glass rattled on the kitchen counter before she pulled Feyre into a tight embrace.

Thea whooped and punched the air. “Favorite Aunt! I call it!”

Feyre chuckled as she returned Alanna’s hug and then pulled in Thea as well.  It wasn’t exactly how she’d wanted things to happen, but the reactions were worth it.

Out of the corner of her eye, Feyre could see that Rhys and Benham were still engaged in a bout of silent rage.  And Feyre could understand it.  Benham was a manipulative man and she knew that everything he did was for his own benefit.  The way he moved the conversation and was the one who forced the announcement.

Eventually, Feyre would be enraged over this.  She would find ways to get back at the man.  For now, though, she would let the joy of the moment be enough.

Alanna pulled away from Feyre to go to Rhys, she was practically bursting with giddy delight.

“Oh, this is wonderful!” Alanna gushed. “I am so happy for you.”

Feyre went to her purse and found the scans from the hospital and passed them to Alanna.

“We found out last week,” Feyre said, “after my fall.”

With a squawk, Alanna spun back to Feyre, wringing Rhys’ neck. “Are you alright? You should have told me.  And your wrist...let me bring over some meals this week, alright?”

“It’s fine,” Feyre insisted, slightly worried at the way Alanna was still twisting Rhys in the crook of her arm. “Everything is certified fine. I’m only about nine weeks, now.”

Tears shined in Alanna’s eyes as she practically devoured the ultrasound picture before holding it out to Benham.  The man’s mouth thinned, pulled to one side.  He looked between Feyre and Rhys before nodding once.

“Congratulations,” he said.

For now, it would count as a concession.  Though Feyre knew there would be many arguments and tensions to come from her father-in-law.  That could wait for another day.  Instead, Feyre gave Thea another squeeze and Alanna poured more cider and champagne and offered another toast.  The strained joy was enough for now and as Feyre met Rhys’ eye, she knew it would all be alright.

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[blackestnight]

can iiiiiiii pspspspspsps some modern au >:) what products are in their shower/tub? what are the scents? | what do they have as their phone background? | have they ever been to an amusement park? | describe their living situation. what does their living room/bedroom/kitchen/etc look like? | how many languages do they speak? would they like to learn more? | what types of books do they read? do they have a favorite?

me: hey jayne, do you want hanami and aymeric or bookshop au hagane-myste-orl residence for these asks

jayne: yes

blame her.

HANAYMERIC EDITION

what products are in their shower/tub? what are the scents?

okay. listen. i wouldn’t say either of them are quite haruki-levels of peacock but you cannot look at either aymeric or hanami and tell me they aren’t a couple of vain bastards. these idiots have five-step hair care routines. there is a small mountain of cosmetics on the vanity. for some reason this revelation always shocks people; no one ever thinks about hanami doing makeup or fancy skin and hair routines because they’re halfway convinced she rises from a coffin, eats a bowl of rusty nails for breakfast, and goes about her day. they also don’t suspect aymeric until they stop drooling long enough to realize that absolutely no one wakes up in the morning looking like that.

anyway hanami’s shampoo/conditioner smell like chemical garbage because they’re supposed to help preserve the dye, but she has a hair serum that smells like jasmine and body wash that is Generic Inoffensive Herbal. probably white tea or something. and i don’t know why but i am enamored of the idea of aymeric smelling like mint. not like, chewing doublemint gum mint, like picking up a mint leaf and smelling it mint.

as an aside, you know those “my significant other does my makeup” challenges? they don’t do that. they look like clowns if they try. but they will help with each others’ hair, and aymeric has gotten really good at navigating hanami’s horns to avoid bumping into them.

what do they have as their phone background?

hanami would have the factory default if her friends had not staged an intervention because she is a disaster, but now it’s a picture of her and mune at a local park losing their shit while trying to wipe ice cream out of their hair. hanami wasn’t even eating ice cream. aymeric’s is a picture of a painted chapel ceiling that he took years ago on a vacation to…i dunno. somewhere with a fancy chapel. don’t make me think about that much worldbuilding.

have they ever been to an amusement park?

yes! generally hanami only goes when invited by other people—taking mune to an amusement park, or going with estinien and nini for a double date, or tagging along with lunya and zaya to get humiliated at the ring toss. i like to think (particularly in the mom squad verse, which is set somewhere vaguely coastal) that there's a nice boardwalk.

describe their living situation. what does their living room/bedroom/kitchen/etc look like?

oh my god. do you know what you’ve done.

tbh i’m of two minds on this because in the aforementioned vaguely coastal setting that the mom squad has constructed a modern au in, hanami lives in an old farmhouse (which is on a bunch of farmland that she does not own, don’t get her started on the commercialization and centralization of agriculture or she’ll never stop) and aymeric works in Some City (mor dhona?) a couple hours away, where he keeps an efficiency apartment affectionately called Borel Manor and comes home on the weekends. this contributes to him being a beautiful cryptid because half the people hanami knows are convinced he’s not real. but also d&d au talk has me envisioning “Borel Manor” being a bougie-ass house in a bougie-ass neighborhood, probably an old victorian because i know what i’m about. either way it doesn’t really change my mental image except for proximity of the nearest neighbor and whose name was on the deed first, so like. handwave. anyway:

-living room contains a lamp with the absolute most ungodly hideous stained glass lampshade you’ve ever seen in your life. hanami hates it with a passion and aymeric hates it too but he pretended once to be super attached to it because it’s a family heirloom so they argue about it at least once a week. they are both aware that neither of them actually likes the lampshade. it’s a comedy routine at this point.

-cooking is aymeric’s Lorebook Designated Hobby so of course the kitchen is huge and probably has a commercial range. mandragora the cat has a designated barstool that is Hers, because she’s the most spoiled feline alive and insists on being fed on a saucer on the counter like a person, how dare you try to make her eat on the floor. meanwhile katsu has a food dish that has a habit of migrating to different corners of the room because she’s such a spectacularly sloppy eater that she pushes her bowl around. there’s a footstool in one of the lower cabinets for hanami that she never uses because she just climbs on the counters instead when she can’t reach something

-...tbh i don't have much of a Vision for a bedroom aside from the fact that they have two GIANT dressers because the house doesn't have closets and the bed is tall enough that hanami needs to do a tiny little hop to climb in. aymeric has offered both a shorter bed frame and a footstool and hanami has refused both, which he is secretly glad about because the little hop is the cutest fucking thing he's ever seen

-also very important that aymeric has a million old family photos and most of them are in black and white, either because of the age or because they're supposed to be #classy. some of the only color photos hung up in the house are of hanami and aymeric's wedding day, taken on the courthouse steps on someone's smartphone camera. hanami was wearing a jacket and a skirt and combat boots, all in black, and aymeric was dressed more like he'd just left church than his own wedding, and they and their friends got burritos two blocks over from the courthouse after. it was great.

how many languages do they speak? would they like to learn more?

hanami's mother tongue is doman. in a modern au she doesn't have the echo so she had to learn eorzean common the hard way (but ironically it was easier without hydaelyn's Permanent Auto-Translate interfering with her ability to learn). i've already mentioned her daily grudge matches against Fantasy Duo the Owl to learn ishgardian, and she knows yanxian and eorzean sign language too. she definitely speaks better than she reads or writes. also thank you for your night of explaining quebecois sacres to me because now i am convinced ishgardians have the same thing in any universe and alphinaud is just like WHY ARE HANAMI AND ESTINIEN YELLING ABOUT CUPS and aymeric is like…please do not repeat anything you hear coming out of their mouths right now. (hanami's favorite part of any new language is the swear words.)

aymeric grew up speaking old ishgardian and eorzean common and is fluent in both; he also does battle with Fantasy Duo to learn doman but it's much slower going since he really only has the one conversation partner and hanami is…not the most patient teacher where languages are concerned. he writes letters to her moms and they are very gentle about correcting his syntax. he's also learning eorzean sign but can really only fingerspell, ask people to fingerspell, or request to slow down, please.

what types of books do they read? do they have a favorite?

i know i’ve mentioned this before but when she reads for fun (which she is more likely to do in a modern au than in canon) hanami’s generally reading nonfiction—she likes weirdly-specific historical accounts, like “the bloody history of importing tulips into the black shroud” (based on a real book!) but she also likes classic sci-fi. she and cid have a mini book club. aymeric also reads sci-fi with her (or to her) but has a not-so-secret soft spot for really trashy romance novels (that he reads with lucia and hilda). he also likes murder mysteries.

also just, generally speaking, hanami really likes aymeric’s voice, so she enjoys listening to him read to her, and i feel like this is a good point to mention that blake ritson does audio dramas and you can find them on youtube (including a really good production of the war of the worlds).

HECKHOUSE EDITION

what products are in their shower/tub? what are the scents?

hanami’s answers are largely the same as above. sid uses 2-in-1 drugstore shampoo/conditioner which is what fray blames for his hair being such a mess. i’m really charmed by the thought of fray with cornrows, so his hair routine is actually pretty involved—sid and hanami switch off helping him re-do the braids every couple weeks.

also it’s really funny when they’re all tromping down to breakfast and fray basically just takes off the scarf he wrapped his hair in, hanami kind of glares at a comb and she’s fine, and then sid looks like he’s been in a wrestling match. the bottle of detangler on the bathroom counter is his fault.

what do they have as their phone background?

see above for hanami, except this time she eventually upgrades to a picture of mune and rielle tag-teaming her in a snowball fight. fray’s lockscreen is a generic cityscape but his home screen rotates between whatever goofy morbid quotes sid or hanami has sent him (“IN CASE NO ONE TOLD YOU TODAY: YOUR TEETH LOOK SHARP; YOUR VISAGE TERRIFIES MEN; THE CROWN OF FEMURS ATOP YOUR HEAD IS DAZZLING” is a favorite). sid’s lockscreen is a screenshot of his to-do list/grocery list/whatever he needs to be reminded of when he looks at his phone, his home screen is a shot of rielle sitting at fray’s drum kit with a pair of comically oversized sunglasses.

have they ever been to an amusement park?

a few times, though usually not as an entire group because coordinating three working adults’ schedules is actual hell. generally one or two of them will take rielle (and mune, sometimes) to a local fair or something similar. once in a blue moon when fray goes with nastrond to do an out-of-town show they all make an effort to go together; the last time was to a music festival celebrating a new amphitheater opening in mor dhona. rielle got to spend the show sitting on sid’s shoulders so she could see over the crowd.

describe their living situation. what does their living room/bedroom/kitchen/etc look like?

i was about to apologize for this but like, actually genuinely it is your fault, i refuse to be sorry. the general #aesthetic is “whatever furniture three adults have accumulated throughout their schooling/bouncing between rentals,” that being mostly out-of-date chairs and tables and couches from thrift stores and garage sales. some specifics:

-the living room hosts a collection of those old painted brass tv trays that someone’s grandma always seems to have, because while all four of them can sit at the kitchen table that doesn’t make it comfortable, so a lot of nights see them eating on the couch/armchairs with the tv playing for background noise. whoever gets stuck next to hanami will be the victim of her sitting sideways to stick her feet under their legs because her toes are always freezing.

-there’s a framed cross-stitch by the front door that says “THIS ISN’T A HELL HOUSE, IT’S A HELL HOME,” but after they took in rielle someone (fray) scribbled out “HELL” with glittery silver marker and replaced it with “HECK,” because they couldn’t have fuckin’ profanity on the walls with a child around, come on. he’s the only one who will admit to finding it funny.

-the kitchen is a mostly-inoffensive shade of cream yellow, with an old diner-style table (the vinyl top is peeling off, it’s been with fray since college) and a stepstool for everyone under five-six (so, everyone but sid) to reach the upper cabinets. it comes off as a shockingly grandma-ish kitchen until you get a closer look and realize the botanical print over the sink are all deadly poisonous plants, and the whiteboard on the fridge has a perpetually-in-progress hangman game (this week’s reads “IF YOU CAN READ THIS YOU’RE A SCRUFFY-LOOKING NERF HERDER” when completed). also on the fridge: an old grocery list (it was fray’s turn for buying and he said items would only get added to the list if the requester could write a haiku about it), the program from rielle’s last school band concert, a bunch of recipe printouts sid’s been meaning to try, a magnet that says “I’VE POISONED SOMETHING IN THE FRIDGE. GOOD LUCK,” and the take-out menu for the hingan place they all like to order from.

-three adults and one teenager means there’s almost always a laundry basket sitting around somewhere, but whose laundry it actually is is anyone’s guess. it’s easy to tell rielle’s clothes apart because she is still, comparatively, a shrimp, and sid obviously towers over everyone else, but fray and hanami wear the same size and have the same general fashion sense, so the only way to tell their pants apart is by checking for a tail hole on the ass and they’ve given up on separating t-shirts. and oh my god, the t-shirts. none of them owns actual sleep or workout shirts, because they just pull from the ever-expanding pile of completely bonkers thrift store finds, mostly gifted by friends. (i am still inordinately fond of fray’s “FUGUE STATE” college shirt, made even funnier by the fact that he’s the only heckhouse resident with a degree, as well as hanami’s “WIFE MATERIAL” tank top, which was a gag gift from cid based on a sci-fi show they both like and which fray always gets a kick out of stealing to wear to band practice, and sid’s “YOU CAN USUALLY FIND ME JAMMIN’ TO SMASH MOUTH AT 3 PM IN AN APPLEBEE’S BEFORE I HAVE MY DAILY EXISTENTIAL CRISIS,” clearly designed in WordArt). there’s also a hearty helping of more innocuous t-shirts, including plenty of band tees (they keep getting new ones in rielle’s size, she’s turning into a proper baby punk), scrubs (fray likes the skull-and-crossbone set best), uniform shirts for the gym sid works at, and heavy-duty cargo pants for hanami to wear to work.

-rielle’s room has a desk that she never uses for homework, which she prefers to do downstairs at the kitchen table; she does have her little glockenspiel set up in there, so when she’s practicing you can hear her plinking away through the entire house. she has a cork board decorated with ticket stubs (one actual ticket stub from the k-pop concert she “made” sid take her to, several hand-drawn fake stubs for nastrond shows, because their tickets are all digital).

how many languages do they speak? would they like to learn more?

see previous set for hanami, with the addition that when she starts cursing in ishgardian she very distinctly sounds like she’s been living in the brume for the last twenty years (blame the boys). rielle’s the best at doman because she practices with mune when they hang out after school. sid wants to (re-)learn the old auri tongue eventually; he’s forgotten it since he hasn’t spoken it since he was a kid.

what types of books do they read? do they have a favorite?

fray reads a lot of medical journals; he keeps saying eventually it would be nice to go back and get his doctorate, but med school is expensive and also he enjoys having an actual social life. (“rielle, what’s the difference between a nurse and a doctor?” “doctors get paid twice as much to do half the work?” “you got it.”) he and sid are both really into horror stories, especially comics and graphic novels (i’m thinking specifically of emily carroll’s work). sid also reads a lot of biographies. most of rielle’s reading time is taken up by school, but she likes nonfiction and adventure novels. she’s also been working through fray’s poetry collection leftover from a lit class he took in university.

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Hey!! I saw your matchups and wanted to give it a try. Im 19 and love listening to music, dancing, reading, and hanging out with friends! I also have a passion for fashion and am studying science rn. I have brown eyes and am about 5’5. I would say i love banter and to joke around but i also enjoy quite spaces and being able to settle down, I’m a hopeless romantic if you couldn’t already tell 💀 and love to love on my friends & would love the same energy back. Im very loyal but it takes time for me to warm up to people . For the match ups i would like ACOTAR and possibly male. Besides this i dont have much to say!! Thank you so much <3

Hello @starzalign! I've been into a real ACOTAR kick recently, and I'd love to do a matchup for you!

The first acotar male I could think of for you was ERIS! You said you love music, dancing and fashion, as does he! He has incredible fashion taste (as we all know), and he'd love to take you out to dance sometimes. He protects those he loves, like the LOA and Lucien (that one's debatable but he's trying). I feel like we haven't been able to give Eris a chance, and I'm hoping the 6th book will go into detail as to why he left Mor in the woods, but I really don't think he's a bad guy! He's an onion, and onions have layers.

IF you don't like the thought of being with Eris, that's okay, because I'd also match you up with Tarquin! This man really doesn't get enough love. He's so ready to find someone to give love to, and to be loved back. He'd love dancing with you, and he'd be ready to listen to you about your favorite books or how science is going. He's ready to learn new things, and love you. As for being hopelessly romantic, SO IS HE. This man has a boat! He has a beautiful view of the ocean! Walks on the beach, secluded on a boat, sitting on a patio overlooking the ocean and reading together, you'd live the love life of your dreams with this man!

Thank you for requesting, and I hope to see you in my ask box again soon!

[obscure-imaginations]

Title: Cabin in the Woods

Chapter One

Ash x Reader

NOTE: I am using Latin in place of Sumerian as I don’t really feel like learning a new language right now.

The wind whipped through your hair as the car sped down the highway.

“Slow down, Scottie!” Shelly squealed.

“Hell no! I bought a fast car for a reason!” He sped up.

Ash shook his head, sighing and looking out the window. Cheryl snorted and went back to her book.

You were on a trip with your boyfriend, Ash, his sister, his friend and his friend’s girlfriend. You were on your way to an abandoned cabin Scott had discovered a few months ago. This was where you all were to spend your spring break.

-

Finally pulling into the drive, Scott stopped the car. “All right, everybody out. Roll up the windows, too.”

Ash cranked the window back up as Cheryl climbed out (her window was already closed). You followed her, having been in the middle of the backseat.

“Well, look at this place.” You, Shelly, and Cheryl joined Scott’s side as you all looked up at the cabin, Ash catching up.

“It sure looks abandoned.” Cheryl said, tucking her hair behind her ear. “Come on, let’s get inside. The bugs are coming out.”

Scott rolled his eyes. Shelly followed Cheryl inside, Scott soon behind her.

Ash stood next to you. “Quite a place, huh?”

“Yeah.” You shouldered your bag. “Who did this place belong to again?”

“Some nutty professor, according to Scott.” Ash answered. He grabbed your hand and you both entered the cabin.

-

Night was falling. Scott wanted to make a fire, but Ash found something interesting in the basement.

Tapes.

“Come on, let’s play ‘em!” Scott said.

“And listen to a crazy guy? No thanks.” Cheryl said, looking back at her book.

“Stupid bitch.” Scott mumbled.

“I heard that!” Cheryl hissed.

“Come on Scottie, knock it off.” Ash said.

Scott popped in the first tape and pressed play. Silence ensued, until-

“It has been a number of years since I began excavating the ruins of Candar with a group of my colleges. Now my wife and I have retreated to a small cabin in the solitude of these mountains. Here I continued my research undisturbed by the myriad distractions of modern civilization and far from the groves of academe. I believe I have made a significant find in the Candarian Ruins. A volume of Ancient Sumarian burial practices and funerary incantations. It is entitled “Morturom Demonto”- roughly translated, "Book of the Dead.” The book is bound in human flesh and inked in human blood. It deals with demons and demon resurrection and those forces which roam the forest and dark bowers of man’s domain. The first few pages warn that these enduring creatures may lie dormant but are never truly dead. They may be recalled to active life through the incantations presented in this book. It is through recitation of these passages that the demons are given license to possess the living.”

Cheryl snapped the tape off.

“Hey, what’d you do that for?! It was just getting good!” Scott said.

“I’m not listening to shit about possession!” Cheryl said.

“Stupid bitch, turn it back on.”

“Don’t you call me that!”

“Knock it off, both of you.” Ash sighed. “Cheryl, just go to another room. You know that Scott won’t let up.”

Cheryl got up and stormed to the kitchen. Scott turned the tape back on.

“Mors… Vita omnis in statera. Surge… ortus, mortuus ones surge et tolle tergum quod quidquid furto peribat!” The tape cut out for a moment. “I know now that my wife has become host to a Candarian demon. I fear that the only way to stop those possessed by the spirits of the book is through the act of bodily dismemberment. I believe now to avoid this horror, but for myself, I have seen the dark shadows moving in the woods and I have no doubt that whatever I have resurrected through this book is sure to come calling… for me.”

This time, Ash shut the tape off.

“Oh come on!” Scott complained.

“This isn’t a horror story, Scott. This is probably real shit.” Ash said.

“Whatever. You Williamses are lame.” Scott got up and left.

[studyingsocialjustice]

7 Days of Productivity, Days 1-3

Well, I had certainly hoped to be able to upload daily instead of all on one day. Alas, I ran out of time and energy after doing work all day to post any updates. But here we are! I'm honestly not super happy with how the last three days have gone, but I'm hoping for tomorrow and Friday to be better.

Monday Dec 4 - Day 1: As you can see by my Study Bunny daily study hours, I didn't get much work time in this day. I had a really hard time getting up and moving in the morning and ended up sleeping half of the day. My body definitely needed it, but it's not ideal when you have deadlines! I did have a productive rehearsal for my scene for my Directing class though. We didn't get to everything I had planned so I'll have to prioritize the last chunk during my rehearsal tomorrow. After rehearsal, I went to the library and started my final project for my Social Justice Education class. My topic for the project was the concept of Crip Time, and I had a little bit too much fun researching it! I am so passionate about the field of Disability Studies so I kept getting distracted by all the articles I was finding, even if they weren't actually useful to my project 😝 I guess that's a good problem to have, but again - deadlines!

Tuesday Dec 5 - Day 2: Unfortunately another day where I didn't spend as much time as planned on working. I had planned to spend the entire day at the library, but due to a miscommunication my anxiety got really bad right before my partner dropped me off at campus, and it took me probably three hours to be calm enough to get any work done. I used the Study Bunny app when I first got to the library, but after a few hours it just didn't make sense to me to bother using it since I was just going to work continuously. Next time I'll use the stopwatch function instead of the countdown. While I was at the library I created a universal annotation key for myself. I like to color-code my highlighting but it always slows me down to take the time to set up my color key, so I thought I would just create one that would be applicable to everything that I read, not just course readings. After I got home and showered, I was ready to do more work, but it seemed my cat had other ideas! I still managed to get another couple of hours of progress on my project though.

Wednesday Dec 6 - Day 3: I finished my project on Crip Time and thus finished my Social Justice Education class! I'm having a hard time being happy about it though. I spent 5 straight hours finishing the project, and didn't have it completely finished until just before I presented it to the class - and I was the last to go. I am happy with the final product, and I feel like I learned a lot from my work on it, but I'm pretty unhappy with myself for my utter lack of time management with the project. Oh well ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ there's always next semester. And hey, I don't have to worry about it anymore! That's one class down, three to go.

I also got my grades back for my two Incomplete classes. I got a B in both classes, which is honestly better than I was expecting. I didn't finish all of the work (and didn't finish most of the work for one of them) for them, so I thought I was going to have a C at best. But the B is a huge relief! And like with Social Justice Ed, it's done and I finally don't have to worry about it anymore.

Up Next: [] Make a plan for how I'm going to complete all the work for my Directing class [] Prepare for my rehearsal tomorrow [] Finish the text analysis for the scene I'm directing [] Complete my production critique for All's Well That Ends Well [x] Choose the other two productions that I need to watch and critique [] Order the gifts for my boyfriend's mom, grandmother, and stepmom for when we visit them all for Christmas. I'm thinking of getting candles for each of them as hostess gifts. We'll be spending 5 days with his mom's side of the family and then 5 days with his dad's - I'm nervous!

Wish me luck for a better and more productive day tomorrow! And I wish you the best of luck for your day and your exams as well. We got this!

🎵: Einaudi: Experience