#rather than a scrapbook of your most favourite things ever

[goatedgreen]

i think the difference between tumblr and other social medias is that reblogging is really encouraged here not just bc.. thats how the site works, but also because unlike sites like, instagram for example, your blog isnt really meant to be something other people root through at all. like your blog is for you, the “social” part of this social media lies in tags/reblogs, which while are technically interactions with the source post, are mainly to add to your own collage of posts on your own blog

i think the most social part of tumblr is actually the ask system, which to me is basically like a public DM, thats like the only part that isnt explicity for yourself...

like i dont even go back through my own blog! i dont know what the fuck is on there, unlike instagram in which every post is carefully chosen to show something specific about yourself ig. tumblr is just for whatever, like who cares dude. 

[faerytreealtars]

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ “Less Work, More Play” ~ Ways to connect to your inner child ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

Hello again, my dear Saplings! 🌱 I am back once again with another new PAC today that I hope you enjoy, take a deep breath, and choose whatever images resonate with your soul and heart, Happy reading! ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

  Being connected to our child-like energy does not mean to behave like a tantruming two-year old or to act naively in situations where you know it is necessary to have a sensible and mature head on your shoulders, no to connect with the child within us in a healthy way we should embrace wonder, never fear trying out new things and remember its okay to be silly and fun now and again, don’t be afraid to laugh at yourself and never mind the unneeded judgements of others. If they refuse to look after the child within in and feel uncomfortable to see yours thriving that's a them problem!

I would love to hear if the message you received resonated with you, so don’t feel afraid to comment, for it makes me so happy to connect with you all! 💕  

Song: Lost Boy - Ruth B.

Faery-Tale: Puss in Boots ~ “Perhaps the greatest gift that can be left to you is something you already have within”

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Pile 1

[Cards: Ace of Cups, Eight of Swords, The Chariot & King of Swords]

Ways you can reconnect with your inner child include slowing down in life, instead of rushing from one goalpost to another try to appreciate the journey. Collect memories physically & mentally - make an album of photographs from both adventures and ordinary life and fill it with pictures of those dear to you too. Listen & dance to music from your youth or even scrapbook/Journal about your days if you're feeling creative. Don't become another victim of the belief that once you've reached a certain age all fun must die only to be replaced with responsibilities and strict rules! Keep dreaming, keep playing, and keep growing!

Oracle: Benedicta

Don't be afraid to step outside your comfort zones, No one ever grew in stagnation - Just like a plant in a pot too small for its roots your run the danger of wilting. Be daring, be bold, and most importantly true to your soul!

Pile 2

[Cards: Four of Pentacles, Knight of Cups, Three of Pentacles & Four of Swords]

To connect more with your inner child within you I suggest some much-needed TLC & self-care. treat yourself, you deserve it! Think to yourself if your child's self suddenly appeared in your life and you were entrusted to care for them. How would you treat them? Perhaps you would give them all the nice things they were refused in life. Now is your chance to do just that. Another message I'm hearing is to not burden yourself with all the decisions if you run a business or are in a partnership/Marriage Lean on those around you (spouse/Work Colleagues) to carry some of the load it isn't your responsibility to carry it all - You don't need to feel alone.

Oracle: Rubi

Make time for your friends and family don't feel afraid that you might be missing out on work, or some other important chore on your to-do list, it won't end your world to slow down and appreciate all you've got. Wouldn't you rather make fun and exciting memories with those dearest to your heart rather than worry and stress yourself out over work? The decision is ultimately in your hands.

Pile 3

[Cards: Five of Wands, The Star, Ten of Pentacles & Nine of Swords]

The way you connect to your inner child within you may include singing along to your favourite tunes, but I'm also hearing a message to avoid conflict - don't go into situations heated and looking for arguments & if it is others not accepting you don't want to engage cut them off and take some time away from them for your own sanity. I would also advise against scrolling through social media or constantly watching content full of bad news or toxic drama. Please don't compare your life to perfect pictures online this is making you lose faith in yourself and your dreams. You're quite wonderful as you are and your inner child says they wouldn't change a thing! after all, no one but Mary Poppins can be perfect!

Oracle: Sir Norval & Elliot

Perhaps you are over due for an adventure somewhere quiet & far away from the noise and distraction of modern life. Somewhere that you can reconnect with nature and the joys of the simple every day. Put down your devices and go out there the next chance you get to fulfill the curiosity of your soul!

I hope the message you received from the child within was joyful and uplifting to you! Make sure to embrace each day with wonder and joy as that is how you can help begin the first steps to inner-child connection! For magic truly is everywhere is just depends on how you choose to view things.

-Love, Fae🔮🧚🏻‍♀

[invisibleraven]

Someone talking in their sleep + there was Only One Bed, peterpatterlina

Julie looked over the strew of clothes all over her bed, and ran her fingers through her hair. How did one choose what to bring when one was packing for an adventure?

"You sure you want to go?" her dad asked from the doorway.

"Of course," Julie replied. "I've always wanted to see the country, I've got months until school starts again, so why not travel around?"

"You know I support you, even if I will worry. I just wonder if this is the best way to do so," Ray mused.

"It's not like I'm backpacking and hitchhiking around," Julie replied. "I'll be with Luke and Reggie, we'll be staying in hotels and RV parks when we can."

"And you'll call every night?" Ray asked, but the question wasn't really there.

"As long as I have service, yes," Julie said. She started putting things into her bag, and others away as she spoke, nodding in thanks as her dad helped hang things as she rejected them. "Has Tia calmed down about it yet?"

"You know your aunt," Ray replied, handing her her favourite yellow sweater to pack. "She'll get over it."

Finally Julie was sure she had everything packed, just in time for a honk to sound from the driveway. She kissed her father's cheek, and gave Carlos a half hearted hug that he squirmed out of before waving as she boarded the old camper that Luke and Reggie had bought to travel in.

Reggie had fixed it up, and Luke had made sure it was fully stocked with everything they needed, while Julie helped make it homey enough. They had asked Alex to come along, make it a real band outing, but he had gotten a job for the summer, and didn't want to be away from WIllie that long.

"Ready to go boss?" Luke asked as Julie took her seat.

"Ready as I'll ever be," she replied, hitting the horn as they took off down the drive.

They all took turns at the wheel, and controlling the radio, playing road trip games and chatting as they drove, stopping every so often to stretch their legs and to see the sights.

Reggie pulled his camera out as often as he could, claiming he was going to make a scrapbook with Julie's help to preserve the memories of this journey. Luke had brought his guitar and between the three of them they were determined to write as many songs as they could over the summer.

Their first night was spent in a hotel in northern California, a little rundown place but it was nice enough for their first night on the road. They had budgeted staying in a few places along the way, but most nights they had decided to stay in the RV, as it would save them some money.

However, Julie came to regret that during the first night in the camper. For one thing there was only one bed for the three of them-big enough but it was still a tight squeeze to be fully comfortable.

Plus she found that Luke had a tendency to sing in his sleep-not talk, but sing. And Reggie sometimes harmonized with him. It made it a little harder for her to sleep, since Julie was used to the quiet of her room.

However, it was kind of... comforting? after a while, to have them singing in their sleep to her. It became a bit of a lullaby, and she started to find it soothing, even if they tended to hum and sing rock songs rather than Brahms.

"Do you two know you sing when you sleep?" Julie asked when morning in a diner in Idaho.

"I've been told," Luke replied sheepishly. "Sorry if it's kept you up."

"I had no clue," Reggie said, blushing. "Do I really?"

"You two started harmonizing," Julie stated. "It's kind of adorable."

"Well next time you should wake us up and we'll make a trio out of it," Luke stated. "Rather than let it keep you up."

"I've come to enjoy it," Julie admitted. "It's nice to fall asleep to."

"Has to be better than Alex's snoring," Reggie snickered.

"Oh gosh it's the worst," Luke agreed.

"Well then it's a good thing he didn't come along," Julie stated. The three of them smirked as their feet tangled under the table, kicking at each other playfully.

Things were still a bit unsaid between them, but it was evident the other reason they were glad that it was just them.

And maybe by the end of the trip, they were using the bed for a lot more than sleeping-and Julie had joined into the singing in more ways than one.

And she saw more of the world than she ever thought she would-and came back with more than she ever bargained for. Something that made her happier than she ever thought possible, and the three of them vowed to make the trip as often as possible.

Though they did have to upgrade to a bigger camper once the kids came along.

[cafedanslanuit]

for @yelenassecretlover ― a dive into your relationship, your love language, your astrology compatibility, romantic headcanons, your playlist, a small story and more [+ info on self-ships scrapbooks, here]

Yelena and Chanel have a long story of friendship. This not only helped them to really get to know each other and to be sure they were falling in love with the true version of the other― this also led to huge amounts of mutual pining. Thankfully, they eventually found their way to each other. Once you’ve found the one, you’ve found it, and both of them are ready to do whatever it needs to make their relationship grow every day.

GIFTS. With a corporate job, it’s easy for Yelena to indulge you with every idea that comes to her mind. While at first she inclined towards expensive options, as time went by, she realized how important were small gifts as well. Since you work from home, sometimes she surprises you by sending you your coffee order from your favourite store, or she brings back one of your favourite snacks if she’s also going to the store. She notices how much it warms your heart that she remembers every little thing about you, and while she thinks it’s obvious she would have them in mind, she takes a note to keep those little gifts coming.

♡ When Yelena finally admitted her feelings to herself, she was done for. Never before had anyone seen her so down bad, so head over heels over someone. Anytime your name was mentioned in casual conversation her whole demeanour changed, a silly little smile on her face as she paid more attention than ever and intervened with her own comments, sometimes even correcting the others if they had a fact wrong. It’s so painfully obvious her friends used to tease her for it, laughing when pink dust covered her cheeks. They had seen her in relationships before, sure, but never so enticed by only one person. It was endearing.

♡ Whenever Yelena and you go heads to heads, both of you are always in for the win. It doesn’t matter if it’s a board game, a video game or another silly competition like “the one that steps on a crack first loses”. You’re competitive and, no matter how much you love each other, you never let the other win. If it’s necessary, you’ll even bring up the game's rules and be sure the other isn’t breaking any. While your friends find it amusing, they’re definitely not ready when you team up against them. Both of you manage to win almost every board game and crown yourselves as the best team around.

♡ One of Yelena’s favourite date ideas is movie night. She always lets you choose the movie, as long as you let her be in charge of the snacks. When you set the date, she makes sure to go to the grocery store after work so she can pick up everything you will need later. Still to this day, she never forgets to get your favourite snacks and drink, and even buys a couple of new stuff for you to try. It’s very good to know she always remembers your favourite without the need to ask her.

♡ Even if Yelena feels her corporate job can be boring sometimes, the office parties are really something else. For that, she makes sure to always bring you to them. She knows you’d rather stay home most of the time, but when you look at her big eyes staring at you when she asks you to accompany her, how can you say no? She loves to watch you as you dress up for them in your own style and even more that she’s the one by your side when you enter the get-together. She can feel the eyes on you, which only fuels her pride even more. You never stay for too long, though, and on the ride home, she makes sure to make a stop at your favourite fast-food place and lets you choose anything you want.

Your Sagittarius sun and her Aquarius sun makes you have a lot of things in common. Being friends is crucial in any romantic relationship, you need to know the other person first in order to even consider something more. Neither of you is very sentimental, but the connection you have between you is really strong. You’re always in the search of new experiences, which always help you to strengthen your bond. Due to your Libra rising, you can be persuasive when you want you, and always use a softer approach when you want to win someone over. A Pisces moon makes it easy for you to understand people and feel empathy towards them. You’re touched by human suffering and are always willing to lend a helping hand. This was helpful when you needed to push Yelena to be a better person― you could feel her pain but still managed to be soft when telling her what she needed to do.

♡ Feelings - Hayley Kiyoko

I'm hooked on all these feelings / I know exactly what I'm feeling / This love asylum, like an island, just me and you / Spent the night, you got me high, oh what did you do?

Yelena had never felt so distraught before. She could feel the ground under her feet shake every time she realized how serious your relationship with this girl was getting. She shouldn’t feel like that, you were just friends― no matter how many times she told herself this, the next thing she knew was that she was crashing your date.

♡ Adore You - Harry Styles

You don't have to say you love me / I just wanna tell you somethin' / Lately you've been on my mind

When you finally get together, Yelena is on cloud nine. Even if it hasn’t been long since she’s realized her feelings, a part of her feels as she’s loved you all her life. All the little moments when she asked herself if she really saw you as just a friend come back to mock her because of course the answer was no. All this time, you had been the only one in her mind.

♡ honey - Halsey

Between my fingers / She leaves then she lingers / If she's gonna go / Well then I'm going with her

Yelena is truly a ride or die. Whatever idea you bring up, she’ll always say yes. She’s smitten to the core, and who can really blame her? Once you find the one, you’re never letting them go. And she’s definitely up to anything, whether it be therapy or anything else to make sure she’s worthy of standing by your side.

You take a sip of your drink in silence, trying to use all your restraint not to say something you’ll regret to your friend. It hasn’t been even five minutes since your date practically bolted after Yelena crashed your date, insisting on inserting herself in every conversation.

“Listen, if anything, you should be thankful.”

You turn your head to Yelena, arching an eyebrow. “Thankful? Thankful? Yelena, my date just left.”

“Yes, I know, but look,” she says, waving your hand and dismissing your concerns. She brings her phone closer to you so you can look at the screen. “I was looking through her Instagram and it’s just a huge bunch of red flags.”

“Red flags?”

“Yeah, like― hear me out, she follows a lot of problematic people.”

You roll your eyes. “Maybe it was an accident? I know I’ve followed some accounts without meaning to.”

“I don’t think so. There are at least ten different weird accounts on here,” she states. “This one, for example, is just―”

“Yelena.”

Your voice is firm and you notice her lips tightening as she avoids your eyes.

“Why are you here?” you ask.

Yelena shrugs, scrolling down your date’s Instagram.

“I’m being a good friend. I don’t want you to date just anyone, you know?”

“You could have texted me screenshots,” you reason. “You could have called me later or, I don’t know, anything but crash my date.”

It’s the first time the annoyance in your voice is painfully obvious. Yelena’s tall frame seems to shrink as she hunches on her sea, moving her thumb idly up and down, determined to not look at you in the eyes. There’s a pang of guilt on her chest for ruining your date, but it was for the best. It was, wasn’t it? She only wanted the best for you. Could anyone blame her for caring about her best friend?

“Why are you here?” you insist.

She feels her cheeks burning and only hopes you don’t notice. Why is it so hard to explain she cared about you? It is normal for people to feel like this, to care this much. You are so amazing, your ideas are so bright and your personality so enlightening that she wants for you to have the best you could find. It’s not her fault all your dates weren’t enough for you. You need to be with someone who would appreciate your bed hair and who would find your jokes amusing. Someone who would feel the luckiest person alive just because they could be with you, just like she would and―

Yelena stops herself, her eyes widening at her thoughts. No. She doesn’t need to open that can of worms now. Turning to you, she fakes a smiles and put her phone back in her pocket.

“Can I buy you another drink?”

You sigh. After a couple of moments, you smile softly-

“Yeah, sure. Least you can do,” you tease her, and Yelena feels her heart beating faster.

When she calls the bartender and asks for your drinks, you take a moment to notice her features. Her blonde and soft hair, her tall frame and how nicely her clothes seem to fit her. Somehow, you think you should be more upset about your friend crashing your date, but this moment with her is already the best one in the night.

That’s how it felt hanging out with friends, right?

Right?

[girlgrouptrash101]

Moonbyul (Mamamoo) as Your Girlfriend

Requests:

Mamamoo moonbyul as your gf please☹️❣️

Mamamoo moonbyul as your girlfriend pleaz😭

Sorry to bother you but could you maybe do a mamamoo moonbyul as your girlfriend one please??????:(💕

can you do moonbyul as your gf pls?

A/N: this one’s gonna be gay

An absolute gentlewoman through and through

You are always Moonbyul’s first priority, and her main goal in life is just to put a smile on your face

whether that’s through romantic gestures, dad jokes, or just being sO greasy, she always manages to accomplish it

As much as she tries to present herself as a confident gay,, she can’t help but get flustered around you, she’s just so smitten uwu

Her favourite thing ever is coming home after a long day and just falling into your arms, it’s like coming home to her second half - you make her feel so complete n safe!!!

PLEASE wear her clothes pleeeeeeeeeeease it makes her SO happy to see you all swaddled in her hoodies n sweatpants

CEO of PDA like if she isn’t holding you or touching you in someway you’re like??? MOONBYUL WHERE ARE YOU

Her members are so used to you two being all clingy that it doesn’t even phase them when they see it now

Date nights are always so eventful and fun!!! It could be anything from dinner, a movie night, a trip to the funfair, going to the zoo, theme parks,,,, even grocery shopping together ends up being so so so fun

whenever you book a fancy dinner and she shows up at your door looking FINEEE in a shirt and dress pants like... she is so handsome you just can’t take your eyes off her

Whenever you go out shopping or something you have the habit of wearing matching caps with cute lil slogans on them,,,it’s definitely something that the fans always bust an uwu for too

Her phone screen is always a new picture of you whenever you check it

it’s usually you sleeping or cuddled up against her, you never notice her taking the pictures but she always manages to have a new one

Speaking of pictures of you, Moonbyul takes her camera with her wherever she goes

you’re the most beautiful person she’s ever seen, and she just can’t stop  her constant urge to capture your beauty 24/7

probably has a scrapbook put together of her favorite pictures of you and a couple of you two together - a cute lil message about what you did on that day together written beside it

Collecting vinyls together,, and buying ones that remind you of each other because that’s just whipped culture honey

when neither of you can sleep you pick a record, put down the needle of the record player and sway around your moonlit living room until you finally get sleepy

like could you bE more hopelessly romantic god damn

cooking meals together with matching aprons n backhugs for days hehe

eating dinner out on the balcony, sipping on wine n just chatting about the most random things to make each other giggle, the conversation flowing so easily just uGh,,,,,,,, soulmate behaviour i swear

When you come and watcher Moonbyul perform and she gets to flirt with you while you sit in the front row >>>>>>

you are her muse for writing new raps, as soon as she thinks of you the lyrics just keep flowing and flowing into her brain, and she’s written verse after verse before she even realises its all just about you.

At the beginning of the relationship, Moonbyul struggled a bit with opening up to you, talking about her feelings really isn't her strong point

but as you got closer you learned to read your girlfriends emotions like a book. Even if she doesn't want to tell you, you always know when there's something up

Moonbyul is eternally grateful for your patience with her, because all she needed was some time before she found herself telling you absolutely everything, confiding in you and trusting you more than anyone else in her life

She's always there if you need a shoulder to cry on,,,, and if someone upsets you there is a 99% chance she's already on her way to kick their ass oop-

promise rings because Moonbyul knows you’re the one she wants to spend the rest of her life with

best dog parents ever like that pupper will be raised like royalty and absolutely nothing less

probably getting some gay ass matching tattoos together because fuck it you are in L word

NSFW From Here:

A top idc

lowkey a cocky lil shit every time she makes you cum but,,, she certainly knows what she’s doing so I guess she has a right to be

prefers pleasuring you herself rather than using toys but uses them from time to time,, 

has made you wear vibrator in public and you almost passed out in the middle of a restaurant wow

big strap energy wbk

has the best poker face, could be fingering you under a table and not even show a hint on her face unless she gives you her signature smug look smh

if she’s pissed off, she will most definitely take it out on you, her anger slowly seeping away as her name falls from your lips like a prayer

foreplay is absolutely not rushed, miss byul takes her time, kissing you from head to toe and making you so so sensitive before she’s even properly touched you oof

sends lingerie to you at the most random times, like you just get a package and it’s the most gorgeous red set of underwear,,, you just know Moonbyul will be expecting you to have it on for her next time she comes over

LOVES when you dress up in lingerie and takes pictures with her, they all end up being saved in a locked folder where only she can see,,, only with a few,,, more revEaling videos iykyk

could definitely see her being into wax play, biting her lip as she leans over you and decorates your skin with the hot substance, she just loves taking control so much

choking kink

nothing feels better than her hand wrapped around your throat as she fucks you, always managing to make it feel so good somehow

turns into the BIGGEST dork afterwards like you could’ve just had the most intense, rough sex and then she just switches up straight after, a cheeky grin on her face as she sees how spent you are

Moonbyul’s after sex cuddles>>>>>>>>>>

[mingishoe]

How they spend Valentine’s Day with you

OT8 x Reader

Hongjoong

You and Hongjoong had actually met on Valentine's Day two years ago. Your friend invited you as a plus one to a party and her boyfriend invited Hongjoong as a plus one, so the two of you were third wheeling hard. Throughout the night you and Hongjoong hit it off and he asked for your number while driving you home. The next year, Hongjoong had asked you out on Valentine's Day and this year is your 1 year anniversary. Hongjoong had this reservation at the restaurant for the longest time just to make sure the two of you got in. Hongjoong had bought you a necklace to go along with the dress you’re wearing. He turned you around as he clasped the necklace he placed a kiss on the back of your neck with a small smile, “It’s been a year but I love you like we’ve been married for 50 years.”

Seonghwa 

We all know how Seonghwa is a good cook so he decides that he would rather make you a good homemade meal rather than going to an expensive restaurant. He makes your favourite food no matter how hard it might be to do. You can’t cook so you just watch Seonghwa and help him do little things. You really appreciated small things like this, it meant a lot more that Seonghwa wanted to go through all the effort to actually go to the store and buy all the ingredients and then cook all day for you. Seonghwa set up a spot with lights coming down from the ceiling and candles and candies, “Here you go love, just know I have a lot more for you tonight…”

Yunho

Yunho loved you more than anything in the world and he felt like there was nothing he could do to show you how much he actually does love you. Yunho had always taken pictures and saved things from your dates like entry tickets, letters you’ve given him, and even that one time you were in a hard core drawing phase and you drew him, even though you knew it was terrible Yunho refused and said he loved it. Yunho made a scrapbook with everything he saved along with pictures of the day and he thought it would be a cute present. Yunho had also made a video edit of his favourite moments he had recorded and let’s just say at the end of the night you were sobbing uncontrollably, “Y-Yunho… This is perfect, I-I can’t even tell you how much I love you…” 

Yeosang

Yeosang wasn’t known to show his affection too openly and this is the first year he’s had a date for Valentine's Day. It was the day before Valentine's Day and you weren't able to find your phone so you decided to use Yeosang’s phone to call yours. When you opened his phone you saw a google search for “Valentine's Day Ideas” and you almost cried. You knew that Yeosang had a hard time with these things but you were so moved that he was trying his best. On Valentines night the two of you didn’t go out to a fancy restaurant or go see a movie, Yeosang had sent you shopping with his card and when you came back Yeosang had candles, fairy lights, and a homemade dinner for you. The two of you ate and talked and had a good night and Yeosang had made sure to give you your gift. It was a bracelet with the date the two of you started dating. “Y-Yeosang… I- Thank you angel. I love you so much.”

San

San being the horny fuck he is decided it was a good opportunity to show you how much he loved you… You had just walked out of your room for a few minutes to use the restroom and when you came back to the lights dimmed and a few vanilla scented candles. You stood shocked in the doorway while you looked at San who was sitting on your bed looking at you like you were the most beautiful thing in the world. He gently led you to the bed and got on top of you so softly like he could break you. “I know I don’t always tell you how much I love you, so let me show you right now.”

Mingi

Mingi was a little shit and he liked messing with you, even on what was supposed to be a romantic day. Mingi had got the help from a few of the other members to help create a scavenger hunt for you to find your present. Each clue had a cute pun with a small gift to go along with it. This is honestly why you loved Mingi so much, he was so loving and caring and he was so fun to be around. The first clue had a card attached to it that said, “My life without you would be unBEARable” with a stuffed bear. Another one said “I would kiss you all day if I could” with a giant Kiss candy. As you went along your scavenger hunt you couldn’t take the smile off of your face, this probably took Mingi such a long time to come up and go buy all of this stuff. Once you reached the end you started crying, “Life would never be boRING without you” you looked towards Mingi with tears streaming down your face. You obviously knew Mingi wasn’t proposing to you but you couldn’t stop the tears, “It’s a promise ring… so I can love you forever.”

Wooyoung

Wooyoung had no idea what to do for Valentine’s day but he knew how much you loved his voice. Wooyoung didn’t really know how to write or compose a song so he had asked Hongjoong and Mingi for his help. Wooyoung was able to come up with lyrics by himself with Mingi there to help him clean it up a little bit. After Hongjoong helped Wooyoung compose and record the song, all he had to do was wait. It was a few days until Valentine’s Day and he had no idea how he was going to show it to you. He couldn’t just play it all of a sudden while the two of you are talking. He had finally come up with the idea of making you a mixtape. He knew that you would listen to the whole thing no matter how bad the songs were, so he placed his song last. After the whole day of being with you he gave you the disk before you left to go back to your place. You played it in your car and once you got home you weren’t going to get out until all the songs were over. All of a sudden, you heard an unfamiliar song with an even more familiar voice, it was Wooyoung. Tears immediately filled your eyes as you listened to the song Wooyoung wrote. You started your car again before backing out of your parking spot and driving back to Wooyoung. You knocked on the door and as soon as Wooyoung opened it you wrap your arms around him and kissed him like it was the last thing you were going to do, “Woo… That was so beautiful. Thank you so much. I love you.”

Jongho

Jongho was the most romantic unromantic guy you’ve ever met. Neither you nor Jongho thought Valentine's Day was such a big deal and prefered to go to the store afterwards to get all the chocolate that was on sale. It was Valentine's Day and you and Jongho are laying down in his bed while everyone is out eating dinner or at the movies. The two of you are watching all your favourite movies while sharing kisses in between the fruits and snacks Jongho had got for you. “Jongho… I know you’re not into cheesy things but… I wouldn’t change this for the world.”

[blu-joons]

DATING BTS HEADCANON A⇴ Z⇴ Jeon Jungkook

A ⇴ AFFECTION

Jungkook is very affectionate, when you’re in private. PDA isn’t his favourite thing, but when he’s in the comfort of his own home, he always like to have at least one hand resting on your body, making sure you stay nice and close to him.

B ⇴ BEFORE DATING

The two of you had been quite close for a while before he finally confessed to you. Over time the two of you spent more time together and tended to cuddle and mess around with each other a little more. The rest of the boys were quick to notice too and loved to tease him for it when you weren’t around, pushing him to build up the confidence to eventually tell you how he felt.

C ⇴ CONFESSION

He didn’t want to rush into anything, he wouldn’t confess unless he knew there something between the two of you. Little things you did, he’d pick up on, giving him the right signs that you liked him too. One night, when you jokingly told him how much you liked him, he confessed. There was a lot of nerves, on both parts, but you knew that you liked him too, and when you told him, the smile on his face couldn’t have been any bigger.

D ⇴ DATES

Your dates were based on impulse, wherever the two of you felt like going. Sometimes you’d stay at home and play a board game or watch a movie, other times he’d like to take you out and treat you like a princess. When he felt like he’d spent too much time away from you, he’d create big dates, either to the fair, or a nice restaurant, anywhere that could reconfirm how much he liked you. All night long, regardless, his eyes would be focused on you, lost on whatever it was you were saying, reminding himself how lucky he was.

E ⇴ EXPERIENCE

You were Jungkook’s first ever experience of a proper relationship. There had been a couple of flings, but nothing that ever made him consider settling down. His life was crazy, but for you, things were different, there was always time to be made for you. There was a lot of expectation on your relationship to work, and whilst before that would make him run away, with you, he knew he could live up to and surpass people’s expectations. For the first time, he had found a genuine human being who he knew he wanted to be around forever.

F ⇴ FIGHTING

Any argument the two of you had, Jungkook would run away from. When things got too serious, he would hate it, and do anything to make it stop. He’s a sweetheart, and he never wants to raise his voice at you, so when he felt it nearing, he’d take a step back. When things had cooled down, then he would reappear so that the two of you could talk like adults rather than children. The only time he would ever stick an argument out, was if he was fearful that it could end up breaking the two of you, he couldn’t bare it, but he knew that it needed to be resolved straight away before things potentially went too far.

G ⇴ GETTING TO KNOW HIS FAMILY

Even at his age, Jungkook is still the family baby, and they wanted the girl he bought home to be perfect. Jungkook knew that his family would like you, you had nothing to be scared about. His parents instantly made you feel at ease telling you funny stories about him, whilst his brother messed with Jungkook, knowing how to get under his skin.

H ⇴ HOME

When the time came to move out of the dorm, he knew he wanted to live with you. He couldn’t bare the thought of living alone, and whilst you basically lived at the dorm anyway, he thought it would be nice for the two of you to get your own place so you could spend more time with each other and take the next step together.

I ⇴ “I LOVE YOU”

He was the first to say, ‘I love you,’ because he was always open about the way he felt. One night, after a long day at the studio, he found you waiting up for him on the sofa, carrying you to bed. As you both drifted to sleep, he held you close, muttering those three words, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek, and ever since then, every night he would make sure to tell you that he loved you.

J ⇴ JEALOUSY

Most of the time, he can keep his jealousy at bay, he knows he’s better than most people at most things. If he was jealous, he was subtle, an arm would be wrapped around your waist to make it clear that you were his. If someone would get a bit too close, he’d definitely step in, but he trusted you, always. At times, he could feel insecure, if he was experiencing low moods, he’d often compare himself to others, but you’d always be on hand to make him feel better and more relaxed in your relationship.

K ⇴ KIDS

Little secret was made of the fact he wanted kids, especially with you. As he watched you interact with his family, and yours, he knew that you were the one he wanted to mother his children. He wanted more than one, easily, a boy and a girl, a little him, and a little you. He’d spend countless nights imagining your future together, your house, your family, he couldn’t wait for it all to come together into something beautiful.

L ⇴ LAUGHTER

Anything Jungkook did would make you laugh. The two of you had a close connection, he knew exactly how to make you giggle, whether it be tickling you, or pulling a funny face, especially when he scrunched his face up. It was him who got you through some of the toughest times by putting a smile on your face. Not a day went by when he didn’t put that smile on your face, giggling away to himself as he made you chuckle. It was his laughter too; his infectious laugh would always put you in hysterics as you listened to him.

M ⇴ MISSING

Jungkook struggled with being away from you, especially when he was on tour. He’d stay in contact with you every single day, texting you good morning and goodnight, and everything in between. Whenever there was distance between you both, he’d worry, he wasn’t good on his phone, but when it came to you, he’d text constantly, and reply instantly. Every day you’d assure him that you were fine, but in the back of his mind he’d worry. Everything about you, he’d miss, nights were the worst, when he slept in an empty bed, without you by his side was when he missed you both, not receiving your cuddles to comfort him.

N ⇴ NICKNAMES

You didn’t tend to have many for Jungkook, you’d usually shorten his name, whereas he loved to give you adorable pet names that would make you smile, random names where no one else would understand the meaning behind it.

O ⇴ OBSESSION

Jungkook loved your tummy and your bum. He loved the size, and resting his hands on them when he slept, or around the day when no one else noticed, giving it a little squeeze when he felt playful.

P ⇴ PDA

He didn’t like to be over the top with affection in public, people knew that the two of you were close and he relied heavily upon you, he’d show you just how much you meant to him in your own privacy. In interviews, and onstage, he’d happily gush about you, telling everyone all about you and how incredible you were.

Q ⇴ QUESTIONS

From the moment he met you, Jungkook loved to ask questions about you and get to know you. In life, he often asked questions because it was your advice and support that often helped him to figure things out.

R ⇴ RANDOM FACTS

When he had time on his hands, Jungkook loved to scrapbook moments the two of you shared. His camera would often be by his side, so using the photos that he took, and his own creative mind, he’d put them altogether into little snippets of memories that the two of you could look over in the future. Hours would be spent doing it, but he’d never show them to anyone, they were only ever to be seen by the two of you.

S ⇴ SEX

It can definitely be dominant sometimes, but Jungkook much prefers slow and sensual. If he’s feeling confident, he’ll be rough, and take control, flexing his body, but other times he uses his big, strong arms, to make you feel protected and loved. He’d always take the best care of you, and never do anything you didn’t want to do, some nights, if all you wanted to do was cuddle, that was cool too, he just liked spending evenings with you.

T ⇴ TEXTS

Every day Jungkook would text you, letting you know about his day, and seeing how yours was going. On tour, he would text you every morning and night, forgetting about time zones when he got upset that you didn’t respond.

U ⇴ UNIVERSE

You were Jungkook’s world, and vice versa. He couldn’t remember life before you, it was having you in his life that helped him find a true purpose. Having his warm, kind personality in your life, gave you a much greater and happier perspective on life.

V ⇴ VACATION

Anywhere he went in the world, he wanted you there with him. On tour, he’d fly you out often, and if you had a few days free together, you’d go on mini breaks, often around Asia. When he travels, he always makes notes of places to take you to whenever the two of you next had the time to go and explore the world.

W ⇴ WHINING

If Jungkook didn’t have your full attention, he would certainly get whiny. He’d make noise and touch you continuously until he knew he had your focus back on him.

X ⇴ XXXXX

Kisses were sneaked from Jungkook all the time. Whenever he could, he’d press sweet kisses against your skin, letting you know he was around. But, when he wanted something, he wasn’t afraid to get messy. His hands would run through your hair, he’d love to take control, often trailing kisses along your neck and jaw. Any time he kissed you, he’d feel you smile, warming his heart, reminding him just how in love he was with you.

Y ⇴ YOU

You were his best friend, the absolute love of his life.

Z ⇴ ZZZ

He can sleep anywhere, at any time, he’s a nightmare to wake up. When he is sleepy though, he loves to cuddle into you and nuzzle against you, using the long strands of hair to tickle against your skin.

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The Bookkeeper – Chapter 5

Chapter 5: The Signature Of All Things

pairings: logicality, prinxiety words: 3453 chapter warnings: mild existentialism chapter summary: talks of philosophy, tea, and a smidge of jealousy.

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Fray and Far Fables was filled with flowers. 

It was clear that there had been some attempt to hide them, but the flowers were indeed there. Daisies squirmed between the floorboards, pink and lilac petals were flattened under rugs, and strings of ivy were draping off of the shelves. 

And in the middle of the store was Patton and Roman. 

Logan watched, amused, as Patton stuffed his hands into his overall pockets upon hearing the door open. Grass strands and petals fell down his sides as he smiled sheepishly. 

“Oh! Logan! You’re...back early!”

“I am actually on time, Patton.” He looked pointedly at Roman, who had formed his magic into a small broom and began idly whistling as he swept up some more petals under rugs. “It seems more like you both lost track of time.” 

“Something like that!” Patton rubbed the back of his neck. “How was the play?” 

Logan smiled warmly. “It was brilliant. Annie Baker is such a profound playwright. Her expertise in dialogue, the impact of the silence she marked throughout– The Aliens was such a joy. I would love to take you to the next show, I believe it’s playing again next week…”

“Wow, Specs. Forgot how much of a theatre kid you are.” 

Logan stuck out his tongue at Roman. Patton, on the other hand, just grinned even wider. 

“I am really happy you’re enjoying all of your art- ventures!” 

Logan’s smile faltered. “Well, I wouldn’t say...all…” 

“Look, I already apologized for the pottery class– how was I supposed to know that a kids birthday party was happening on that day! Plus, you got such a nice bowl out of it!” 

Logan snuck a glance at his messed up attempt at a bowl, sitting on one of his shelves. The sides were lopsided—which was a generous way of saying broken—and there was a chip in its rim. He winced. 

“If ‘nice’ is synonymous with ‘mess’...then sure.” 

“And speaking of mess!” Patton gestured around the scattered flora in the shop. “Sorry for the...well, mess.”

“Don’t apologize! Adventures get messy, padré!” Roman cut Logan off before he could even speak. Roman threw his broom up and jumped to land on the handle, gliding through the air like he was surfing. Logan rolled his eyes. 

“That’s quite alright, Patton. It seems like you both had a pleasant time.” 

“We did! I think this one has to be my favourite one yet!” 

Logan bit his tongue. Patton had been saying that for every book nook he had visited, and this had to have been his fifth one now. Still, he couldn’t seem to grow tired of the bright glow Patton always brought back to his home. 

So he nodded along as Patton recalled his and Roman’s latest adventure. Patton was as lively as ever, animatedly telling the story of boundless scenery and endless amounts of peace and solitude. 

At one point in the conversation, Logan even closed his eyes and magically summoned his tea tray from his room to the coffee table in the shop. He hoped that doing so wouldn’t interrupt Patton, but it caught his attention immediately. Roman was especially stunned by the act. 

“You still seem to have it in you, huh?” Roman said, half-teasingly and half-impressed. He tipped over his own cup of sugar as Patton stared at Logan, starry-eyed.

“I don’t know if I’ve ever seen you do that before!” Patton added on. 

Logan shrugged it off as if it were nothing, but was secretly astounded himself. It didn’t feel new, but it didn’t feel like it was always something he could do either. He had gone on several of Patton’s acclaimed ‘art-ventures’—museums, art classes, a concert for the local orchestra, and now this play—and every week this feeling had only grown. 

It felt...refreshing. Something within him must have made a reappearance. 

Patton continued his story between sips of tea.

“The book was about this young couple running away from their town and moving to a house on a hill! It was Roman’s choice, so it makes sense that it was so good.”

Logan raised his eyebrow at Roman. “I’ve noticed you’ve been reading a lot of books like that nowadays.”

Roman laughed. “The book interested Patton more than it interested me–” He winked at Logan– “but I could see its escapist value.” 

“Mere observation,” Logan murmured, studying Roman’s face for any trace of mockery, but it seemed rather honest. Logan pocketed the thought — perhaps one for later.

“It was so beautiful, Lo. Clear skies, all these flowers…” Patton sighed dreamily. “I could’ve stayed there forever.” 

“But you can’t,” Logan reminded him. Patton playfully rolled his eyes, nudging Logan.

“But I can’t,” he echoed back, smiling brightly at him. Soft chills ran through Logan’s spine. It felt like flowers were blossoming within him, weaving themselves through his vertebrae and making him melt into springtime madness. 

A familiar feeling with Patton nowadays, he noted. 

“Did you end up painting something?” Logan managed to say, taking a long sip of tea. Patton’s eyes lit up. 

“Yes! Oh, thank you for reminding me!” 

Patton flew off his seat and dashed to the counter. Logan exchanged a look with Roman who just shrugged with a knowing smile. 

Patton returned with a rather sizeable canvas and turned it around to face Logan, who gasped. 

Sprawled on the canvas was a scene that Logan swore was plucked right out of the air and put on paper. In his immediate line of sight was a hill of bright green with flowery dashes of orange, yellow, blue, and purple struck upon the grass. It looked like you could lie down in each patch and sink right through the canvas.

At the centre line of the painting were some darker shades of green and brown making up trees of various sizes — taller from the left side of the painting and narrowing down as Logan’s vision panned across the canvas. Beside the trees was a small house, and beside the house was the faint outline of two dark silhouettes next to a clothesline. The silhouettes wore dresses that lifted slightly in the wind. 

And in the background were those bright blue skies, outstretching far beyond the confinements of the piece, going past mountains smoking clouds. 

He could feel the valley wind rush past him just looking at Patton’s painting. He could feel each footstep he would take into each fuzzy patch of flowers. He could feel everything. 

Logan felt himself zoom back to reality and locked eyes with Patton. 

“I…” For some odd reason, his research question echoed in his head. 

‘ Is this what it’s all for?’ 

“What do you think?” Patton’s voice edged with anticipation. Roman looked oddly unsettled by Logan’s silence. Logan, on the other hand, felt as if so many voices were swarming his head.

‘Art…Escapism…’

“Lo?” 

‘It’s...it’s to feel...to be transported...to be–’

“I’m blown away, Patton,” Logan breathed out. It felt like sparks were firing off in his chest. “This...this is incredible.” 

Patton’s shoulders loosened as he broke into a wide, rosy smile. 

“Ah! Thank you! I worked on it for– oh gosh, like probably half the day! I haven’t ever painted for that long in...well, a long time! And I certainly haven’t finished something in one go in even longer!” 

“It’s incredible,” Logan said, echoing himself and lost in his amazement. 

“That’s what I told him!” Roman said, patting Patton on the shoulder and flying over to the front of the painting. He pretended to stroll through it. “Took a page right out of the book...nook!” 

Patton giggled, still bright red. The warm hue must have radiated off of Patton and grazed Logan’s cheeks, which burned similarly. 

“It’s not hard to get in such a flow state in those book nooks.” Patton stared wistfully at the painting, as if trying to go back. “I haven’t been this inspired since...forever.” 

“How long have you been doing this sort of stuff?” Roman asked idly, floating back down to the tea tray and taking more sips of sugar. “I’m curious as to where a great mind such as yourself found its running start!” 

Patton laughed. “It really isn’t anything special, Roman. Plus I don’t want to bore anyone–”

“You could never,” Logan blurted out. He felt the two’s stares burn right through him. “I...I would enjoy a story, Patton.”

Patton smiled, softer than usual. He leaned the canvas against the side of the armchair and sat back down.

“Well, I’ve been drawing since... forever, really!” He sipped his tea and stared out the window. “My favourite kind of art used to be scrapbooking– I would help my mom with decorating photo albums and eventually, I would make scrapbooks out of stuff I drew.”

“That’s precious ,” Roman beamed. “Imagine the nook you can open out of that!” 

“I know! I wish I had kept some before I moved out.”

“I didn’t know you used to do collages, Patton,” Logan chimed in. Patton shrugged. 

“It was the art style I liked the most, but one of my professors had challenged me to start making something of my own. It was a real slow start, though. I have always known how to take things that already exist and make them into something new — but I never really knew how to...well, make something new..” 

Logan furrowed his brow. For some strange reason, he longed for his notebook. Patton’s words felt like they were moving the puzzle pieces in his head closer and closer together–

In a small spark of navy smoke, his notebook and pen appeared on his lap with a small pop! 

Logan blinked at it. ‘Did I…’

He felt a pair of eyes on him. Like a deer in headlights, he lifted his head up and locked eyes with Roman. Roman’s eyes flickered then at Patton, before moving back to Logan’s hands. He stiffened, almost...hurt. A chill ran through Logan’s spine.

“Anyway! I found my footing when I moved into this town and found your bookshop!” Patton continued, seemingly not noticing Logan’s abrupt display of magic. “I...well, I didn’t really have any friends around here so I was doing a lot of exploring for inspiration. And when I found your shop, Logan, I...I don’t know! All the books I bought here were always so vivid.” Patton winked at Roman. “Now I know why!” 

“What drew you to books?” Logan asked, leaning forward. 

“As I said, I liked to make things out of things that already existed. Making paintings based on books – well, it was a bit of a stepping stone to that, you know?”

“But you’ve never painted a truly original piece.” 

“Logan!” Roman hissed. Logan looked at him incredulously. 

Patton awkwardly fiddled with his thumbs. “I mean, I don’t know if I’ve ever copied anything– I’m more so inspired by everything – but I guess in the way you frame it...no! No, not really.” 

“So why do you make art, Patton?” 

A beat of silence. Patton tilted his head to the side. Even Roman looked more than unsettled now. Roman’s gaze landed on Logan’s notebook. He narrowed his eyes at Logan, who cleared his throat. 

“Um...I’m not sure!” Patton laughed nervously. “Never gave it much thought. But...I always liked the idea of having my art reach other people, since I’ve gotten my spark from other people. I was given something from someone, made it into something else, and wanted to keep sharing that ‘something’ around! Like– like with the book drawings, for example! Those were all for you.” 

Logan felt himself draw back. “They...they were?” 

“Who did you think they were for, silly?”

“I...I’m not sure. I just...I didn’t know they were made for me.”

“Well of course they were!” Patton reached over to place a hand on Logan’s knee. Sparks crackled beneath the touch. “I love painting for you.”

Logan could feel Roman staring up at him.

“You know, Albert Camus, a French philosopher, posited that art is inherently selfish,” Logan began slowly, flipping through his notebook. “The meaning of any particular form of art is rooted in his ‘logic of the absurd’ – the idea that the human condition is absurd and must hence be revolted. This makes art lack any intrinsic value, since it goes beyond making a meaningful mark on the world and instead reinforces subjective messages into other–s”

“I think we all need a translation from nerd , Logan,” Roman scoffed, though his voice edged with tension. Logan swore Roman’s aura pulsed red, telling him to stop, you don’t need to make every artist feel useless–

Logan sighed, focusing his attention on Patton.

“Essentially, Camus believed that since art was the sort of ‘carrier’ for messages that only promoted awareness of the absurd and attitudes of revolt, there is no essential meaning to it. It just forces an opinion onto someone else.”

“If I may,” Patton interjected. “I...I don’t really think art forces anything onto anyone.” 

Logan raised an eyebrow. Patton simply shrugged. 

“Art is our way of making sense of the world, and finding the people that understand that same– or at least, similar– sense. I don’t want to make a mark on the world, and I don’t want to give some definite answers to anything. I...I guess I make art to find where I fit, and I hope others can look at my art and find the same thing.” 

Logan nodded, still not writing anything down. He could feel himself reach for more answers, as if they were tied to Patton’s very being. 

“Also, Logan,” Patton added. “I think it’s interesting that you bring up Camus’ theories of absurdism – theories stating that it is impossible and thus irrelevant for someone to know or understand the meaning of anything. Wasn’t absurdism sort of Camus’ opposing response to nihilism?” 

Logan’s jaw dropped. Patton took another sip of his tea and shrugged. 

“I took a few philosophy classes in university.” Patton smiled brightly. “Very interesting stuff!” 

Roman snorted. A puff of sugar encircled his head. Logan flushed beet red. 

“Right,” he said, trying to compose himself. “So do you agree with Camus?” 

“Not entirely. I think it’s hard to tie in Camus’ logic of the absurd to the meaning of art. Artistic value can’t really be reduced to just facts. It’s so much more than logical. However, absurdism as a whole has always fascinated me. If the meaning of art, let’s say, is impossible and irrelevant to understand, then you have so much space to make something out of it.”

“I just don’t understand how you are so optimistic that there is anything– that you can make something from– from nothing .” Logan exhaled a tightly-held breath, though found himself less frustrated and more curious. “Virgil Aries stated that in the constant struggle of possibility and reality, reality is always victorious, because reality is all we have. Your conception of art is so intertwined with possibility in the midst of nothing — how can you be so sure that your contributions are hence meaningful?” 

Patton took a second before replying, “Do you really believe there is nothing, Logan?” 

Logan blinked. The room fell quiet. 

“What...what else could there be?” he murmured. 

Roman’s presence darkened — quite literally, actually. Logan could feel his aura dim, as if it were sagging in defeat. 

Patton, however, gave him a gentle smile. 

“Do you remember when I read The Signature of All Things? Alma and Ambrose heavily considered the idea that the novel is titled after — that there is some kind of unifying principle that connects and explains all phenomena.” 

Logan nodded. Patton motioned over to the canvas leaning against his armchair.

“Well, I think I’m trying to find that with my art. I’m trying to leave a signature of my own in places that can only be found if looked for — and I can only do that if I choose to believe there’s something in all the…’nothing’.” 

He then shrugged, finishing his cup of tea. “But I don’t think that deeply, really. All I know is that if there is a meaning for anything out there, there’s no point in searching for it. It’s probably too big and very...restrictive. You have to make meaning for yourself, then find the places it fits.”

Logan felt dizzy with the new perspective. Janus’ words mixed with Patton’s as Logan found himself immersed in a snow globe of their thoughts.

“Art worms its way into the spaces that it can fit. And with the help of others, art– and everything it represents– is made bigger than the spaces of life they initially occupy.” 

He recalled Patton’s painting. 

‘Art...is to feel ...is to not escape nothing but...but rather replace it with something .’

Logan looked up at Patton once more, noticing the way he glowed under the sunlight. His words spun circles around Logan’s head like planetary orbit, and he felt the reverberation of pieces snapping together in his mind. 

And here was Patton at the centre of it all, still smiling, not knowing everything yet harbouring a spirit of boundless knowledge and new perspectives. It drew him in like a moth to a flame and he didn’t quite know why, but he didn’t feel like he was in a rush to find out.

They continued to talk for the rest of the day, exchanging theories of philosophy and engaging in friendly debate. Logan found himself laughing at Patton’s anecdotes and becoming stunned by his mind. Halfway through their conversation, Logan realized that this was the first time he truly talked to Patton — and suddenly, he didn’t know how to stop. 

Night brimmed the edge of the view outside the shop window, stars beginning to dot the sky. Logan and Patton exchanged one last laugh before Patton stood up, gathering his things. 

“Please take the painting, Lo,” Patton said, holding up the canvas to him. 

“I cannot seriously begin to understand why you would want me to have this,” Logan replied honestly. “It would fare much better in a more honourable display, perhaps a local exhibit or–

Patton shook his head, grabbing Logan’s hand and guiding it to the edge of the canvas. 

“It’s for you,” he said, more quiet and more soft. Logan felt almost electrified by the touch and said nothing, just tucked the canvas under his arm and nodded.

Patton turned to leave before stopping. 

“Oh! Nearly forgot this!” He fished a ticket out of his bag. “This is for next week’s art -venture.” 

“I insist on finding another name for what we’re doing.” 

“Nope! Already branded! Roman’s making t-shirts.” 

Roman nodded diligently. Logan rolled his eyes and took the ticket. 

“ ‘The Rom-Com...Comeback’,” Logan read aloud. He frowned. “I am confused.” 

“It’s a ‘throwback rom-com’ event at the cinema– the small one ‘round the corner!” A sheepish pause. “It’s less of an...‘intellectual’ art exploration.” 

“What does that mean?” 

“...It means we’re watching a movie with Adam Sandler in it.” 

“Absolutely not .” 

“But hijinks ensue!” Patton pleaded. “Come on, Lo. I know it’s not your usual rodeo but it is fun! And isn’t that the most important lesson that can be learned? A lesson about fun? ” 

“That is a complete stretch, Patton.” 

“How about I come with you? And I’ll treat you to ice cream or something.” He smiled. “Consider this me sweetening the deal.”  

A pause.

“...And this is next week?” 

“Ahh yay! That’s a yes!” Patton swung his arms over Logan’s shoulders before Logan could protest, wrapping him in a quick hug. “I’ll pick you up from here an hour or two before!”

“O...kay…” Logan felt his face go warm once more as Patton let go, waving at him as he left the store. The bells hanging over the door chimed as it closed. 

Logan stood there, almost dumbfounded, and pocketed the ticket. He looked up at the door Patton left through and felt a smile grow on his face. 

And suddenly, he wanted it to be next week. 

“Well, Roman, I suppose we’re going to have to find somewhere to hang this upsta–”

He turned to face the coffee table where he assumed Roman still was, but found nothing. He frowned, looking around the shop for any trace of him. 

“Roman?” 

Suddenly, he heard the muffled sound of a door closing coming from upstairs. His gaze darted to the staircase and he saw a trail of red magic leading up the stairs, presumably to the bedroom. He stared at it, not knowing what to make of it and Roman’s wordless departure; but a second later, he blinked, and then caught sight of Roman’s magic fading quietly into the air. 

…

(It isn’t easy, after all, to see someone glow without you.)

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[angelicthor]

billion dollar man - part 12

pairing: tony stark x reader

summary: after mounting bills and debt cause you to look at alternative means of making money, you’re thrown into a whole different kind of life when one of the most famous billionaires on the block offers to be your sugar daddy, of course in exchange for a different from of payment. non-superhero au.

warnings/genre: +18 only, sugarbaby/daddy relationship, smut: exhibitionism, dom!tony, daddy kink, possessive/jealous sex, spanking, slight fluff, slight angst, long chapter (7k words)

masterlist | billion dollar man masterlist

a/n: a brand new part holy shit, i never thought i’d see the day! please, i beg, please can i have feedback? 

The gift box with GRAFF written across it sat on the countertop in the bathroom as you marvelled at the spectacular necklace that twinkled under the fluorescent lights, casting reflections of rainbows about the room. You gingerly lifted the necklace from the box and clasped it around your neck, the band of diamonds surrounding your throat whilst the fringe of pear-shaped diamonds dripped from it, resting against your décolletage and grazing the top of your breasts.

Your breathing stammered as you locked eyes on your reflection, the sheer wealth wrapped around your neck, noticing the way the fringe of the necklace was mirrored in the fringing that hung in around the front and the back of the corset. Tony had never seen your outfit for Nat’s birthday party – you wanting to savour the look on his face when he saw you in it for the first time – and yet he had gifted you with a necklace that morning which perfectly match your ensemble. With one last coat of lipstick, you pulled the faux fur coat over your shoulders and buttoned it up, concealing your outfit from Tony’s view as you stepped out the bathroom.

In the bedroom, Tony was attempting and failing to fasten the white tie around his neck and with and amused smirk you made your way over to help him, fingers deftly wrapping the ivory silk into a perfect bow.

“You know, for someone who builds technological marvels with his own two hands, you are terrible with ties.”

“Maybe I just like you doing it for me,” Tony quipped with a grin as he watched you concentrate on your task.

Once you were finished neither of you moved away, content to just stay wrapped up in each other, your hands resting on his chest as his slip up the backs of your thighs, slowly leaning in to press his lips to yours.

You placed your hand over his mouth to stop him, watching with a sly grin as he jumped in surprise at your touch, brows furrowing in question as to why on earth you would stop him from kissing him.

“You aren’t ruining my lipstick before we even get there, mister.”

You turned on your heel, smug smirk still in place as Tony stood in the middle of the room dumbfounded at your refusal. Without even glancing at him, you gathered the small number of items you were taking, throwing them into your clutch and picked up Nat’s present from the table beside the bed, walking out the room and down the stairs without giving him a second glance.

“Tony come on; we can’t be late!”

“Seriously?” Tony muttered under his breath, shaking his head as he pulled on his tailcoat jacket and made his way down to join you.

All throughout the car ride to Nat’s party, you hadn’t let Tony touch you, and if the pout on his lips was anything to go by, the lack of attention was definitely getting to him, the thought sending a small thrill through you.

Your task of teasing Tony suddenly left your head as the car pulled closer to Nat’s birthday, your attention enraptured by the people milling the streets and the amount of detail she had put into it: at the front of the venue Nat had an entire replica of the original Moulin Rouge in Paris, complete with a working windmill adorned with lights, there was a red carpet leading to where her guests cars were pulling up, the show that was advertised on the banners that wrapped around the front of the building being for Nat’s birthday as if it was a cabaret act, her name literally spelled out in lights for all of New York to see.

You pulled your coat closer around your body as you excited the car, not wanting any of the many paparazzi that were standing on the street with flashing camera to catch a glimpse of what you wore underneath. Tony linked his arm through yours as you walked towards the venue, your breath hitching in your throat as you took in the heart shaped tunnel that was studded with huge bulbs reminiscent of old Hollywood that lead you towards where the party was being held.

The party itself took your breath away, to say that Nat had outdone herself was really an understatement: red, white, and black fabric draped from the chandelier at the centre of the ceiling outwards in a canopy, strings of lights separating the colours. There was a huge stage at one end of the room with cancan dancers and live singers performing and surrounding the dancefloor were numerous tables all decorated with centre pieces adorned with pearls and feathers that matched her theme perfectly. The room was bustling with people, most guests, some performers, some serving waiters but all them dressed accordingly, not a single person in attendance clashing the theme Nat had set.

You began to undo the buttons of your coat, Tony’s hands on your shoulders as he pulled the material from your body and handed it to the coat check clerk along with this own overcoat.

“Gotta give it to Romanoff, she really…knows… h-how - uh?”

Tony’s words died on his lips as he turned back to you, finally seeing what you had kept hidden from him, his mouth hanging open as his eyes greedily ravished your scantily clad form. What nerves you had at being in such a revealing outfit so public quickly vanished at Tony’s longing stare, a surge of confidence instilling in you as you basked in his unwavering attention.

You kept your glee masked, simply arching a brow in his direction as you feigned innocence as to why he was suddenly choking on his own words. “Are you ok Tony?” You asked with faux concern, biting the inside of your cheek to stop the smirk that was trying so desperately to pull at the corners of your lips.

You couldn’t deny, having the upper hand for once was something you were most definitely enjoying.

“You have got to be shitting me,” Tony grumbled under his breath before he closed the space between you with determined steps, wasting no time in wrapping his arms around your waist as he pulled your body flush against his, face buried in the crook of your neck as his lips pressed soft kisses against the curve of your throat.

You had to fight the urge to submit to his touch, willing your eyes to remain open and focused when all they wanted to do was flutter close, forcing your head to remain upright when all you desired was to tip it back and let him have his way with you right in the middle of Nat’s party.

“Babygirl, what exactly do you think you’re playing at?”

“It’s Nat’s birthday, gotta do what she asks,” you answered with a simple shrug, eyes twinkling with mischief.

“Whatever she asks huh? Well I hope I get the same treatment on my birthday Princess.”

The sound of your name being called prevented you from answering, turning away from Tony’s smug grin just in time to catch Nat in your arms as she flung herself at you, squeezing your body to hers as she practically buzzed in excitement.

“You’re here!”

“Of course I am,” You giggled, her flushed cheeks and giddy expression indicating that she had probably had at least a couple glasses of champagne already. “Here, this is for you; Happy Birthday Nat.”

You handed Nat your present as Sam, Steve, and Bucky joined the three of you each greeting you with hugs and hellos, your fingers twiddling with nerves as Nat eagerly tore through the gift bag and wrapping paper and flicked through the pages you had decorated with pictures of Nat’s closest friends.

What if she thought it was childish?

What if she considered it to be cheap?

What if-

Tony wrapped his arm around your waist, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head to silence your nagging thoughts as he watched Nat’s bottom lip tremble ever so slightly, adamantly trying to keep her emotions in check and he knew that your gift had touched her deeply.

Sam, Steve, and Bucky peered over her shoulders as she went over each and every page of the scrapbook, laughing at the ridiculousness of some of them, reminiscing the treasured memories of others, Sam pressing a kiss to her cheek, staring at her in adoration as they came across a charming photo of the two of them.

The page that Nat had stopped on was one of your favourites; one of the charity events you had all been attending had taken a rather different turn than you were expecting, a considerable group of you sneaking up to the roof of the hotel to throw an impromptu pool party. You think the photo had been taken by Rhodey and it had captured each of you in the frame with you and Nat at the centre, you had both pulled your dresses up to the tops of your thighs as you dangled your legs into the pool, leaning on each other for support as you roared with laughter – at what you can’t even remember – tears brimming in your eyes as you clutched at each other for support.

In the background you could see a very annoyed Sam chasing Bucky who was beginning to slip on the wet floor, his face frozen by the camera in a mix of fear and amusement, at the bar in the back sat Steve and Tony who were well past tipsy, rowdily belting out their rendition of Dancing Queen, not that they were getting the lyrics right in the slightest, they had been captured arms tossed around each other as their heads were tilted back to aid in their performance.

Nat timidly closed the book as if it were the most valuable thing she owned, fingers tracing over the cover as a few stray tears stained her cheeks which she quickly wiped away. Handing the book to Sam, Nat swiftly flung her arms around your neck in a bone-crushing hug, a few stray drops of hot tears marring the bare skin of your shoulder as she clutched at you, an embrace which you just as enthusiastically returned.

“Thank you,” She whispered into your neck, voice thick with emotion which only caused you to hold her tighter as relief flooded you.

“You’re welcome.”

“Alright, alright, let’s get this party started!” Sam yelled out, moving to wrap his arms around you and Nat as he led you both to the bar, Steve, Bucky, and Tony following behind you with a chuckle.

Drinks were soon poured, and inhibitions lowered as the six of you celebrated Nat’s birthday, conversation and laughter flowing between you quicker than the champagne. Time seemed to pass in a blur as the night went on, the many forms of entertainment and general aesthetic of the party that Nat had put together keeping the spirits so high that no one even bothered to check the time, the energetic atmosphere keeping everyone so high they never wanted it to end.

You got to meet more of Nat’s – and everyone else’s – friends outside of their tight-knit group: Thor Odinson who was an actual prince from a small country in Scandinavia called Asgard, Bruce Banner who was a brilliant scientist who’s intelligence reviled Tony’s, Hope Van Dyne – the heiress to Pym Industries and her boyfriend Scott. You even got to meet Steve’s girlfriend, the infamous socialite Sharon Carter.

You teased Tony every opportunity that presented itself, and given where you were there were a lot; shooting him sultry stares over the rim of your glass, brushing against him every time you passed him by, swaying your hips more than usual when you walked away from him, knowing his eyes were burning into you with every step you took.

You almost felt bad, you hadn’t even kissed him yet, but you knew what would come after the party was done would be well worth it.

The glass in your hand was empty and so you waited at the bar for a refill when Bucky sauntered over to you, a cocky grin plastered on his face. You already knew what was coming, at this point in your friendship you were well accustomed to his incessant flirting and you arched a brow at him as you waited for him to deliver his first no-doubt cheesy pick-up line.

“Hey doll,” He purred as he failed to stifle his grin.

“James.”

“So, is it hot in here is it just you?”

He leant forward as he spoke, leaving barely a breath between you, mischief glimmering in his eyes as he wiggled his brows at you causing you to let out a snort, playfully pushing him away with a roll of your eyes as you picked up your drink from the bar.

“You’re terrible Buck, you know that?” You taunted, walking away from him and back to Tony.

Bucky was quick to sling his arm over your shoulder as you both walked back to your table, flashing you a cocky grin as he winked at you: “Darlin’ you have no idea.”

You parted as you went to your respective sits, yours next to Tony and his next to Steve, re-joining the conversation with your friends, completely unaware of the way Tony’s gaze was flittering between you and Bucky, the slight crease between his brows the only indication something was amiss.

The sound of Labelle performing Lady Marmalade suddenly blasted through the speakers, filling the venue with Patti LaBelle’s soulful voice and Natasha wasted no time in flying from her seat on Sam’s lap with a ridiculously eager expression on her face as she hauled you from your chair and dragged you up to the stage.

Realising what she was trying to get you to do, you began to try and free your arm, digging your heels in to the ground to stop her from dragging you onto the stage but NAt was a lot stronger than she appeared and easily pulled you onto the platform, much to your mortification.

Nat grabbed one of the feather boa’s from around one of the waitresses as she passed and wrapped it round your waist, pulling your hips flush against hers as she began to practically grind against you to the beat. Her guests began to take notice of the two of you, cheering you both on as your boys sat to the side practically beaming with glee.

Assholes.

Reluctantly you began to dance with Nat to the music, deeming it better than standing there awkwardly as you attempted to mimick her moves, gaining some semblance of confidence as the audience cheered on your impromptu show, the both of you rolling your hips, tilting your heads to the side as you ran your hands along your corset clad chests, dancing seductively across the stage.

Every movement you made caused the diamonds that fringed the bottom of your corset to sparkle brightly under the stage lights, Nat’s own outfit glistening like a disco ball as the pair of you captured the attention of everybody there, especially a certain billionaire.

Tony watched you with a darkened gaze, eyes hungrily drinking in every inch of you, every slight move you made, the sway of your hips, the curve of your ass, the way your eyes fluttered shut as you lost yourself to your dancing, being reminded all too much of the way he could make your body behave remarkably similar.

The song came to an end, you and Nat giggling uncontrollably as you took your bows, exiting the stage as everyone cheered and applauded your performance. Your cheeks were burning as you walked back to your table, sitting yourself on Tony’s lap and pressing a soft kiss to his lips which he quickly deepened, cupping the back of your neck with one hand as the other clutched at your thigh.

You pulled away panting when the need for air became too much, resting your forehead against his as you searched his eyes for answers for what exactly that was for but finding only the promise of more.

“I hope that dance was worth it babygirl, cause you are gonna be in so much trouble when we get home,” He murmured darkly, nipping at the skin of your throat causing you to jolt in his lap, his arms tightening around you to keep you steady.

“Do you promise?”

“You wanna be a bad girl, Kitten? Cause I’ll treat you like one.”

The night went on but neither you or Tony could keep your hands off each other, stroking your hands up his chest to gently tug at his hair at the base of his neck, his playing with the tops of your stockings, the both of you sharing chaste kisses but never letting it lead to anything more.

It was hours later until you were finally, finally, saying goodbye to everyone, including a very intoxicated Nat who Sam was desperately trying to lure home. Most of the guests had already bid goodbye to the birthday girl, Steve and Sharon had just left and Bucky was waiting for his car to pull up, standing beside you and Tony as you all watched Sam try to usher Nat into the car.

You laughed as she freed herself from Sam’s shepherding and flung herself at you, her body limp as she practically fell against you, slurring her words as she told you just how much she loved you. Bucky’s snort made you look up and you saw him videoing the whole thing on his phone, most likely to blackmail her with later - it was a rare occurrence for Natasha to get this drunk. In fact, you were certain you had never seen it before, but hey, it was her birthday after all.

“You know you two could help me,” Sam pointed out, exasperated at the lack of support he was getting from his friends.

“We could Wilson, but we don’t want to, this is by far the funnier option.”

“Screw you Barnes.”

Taking pity on Sam, you tried to lead Nat back to the car only getting so far before she decided she had something else to yell to the streets of Manhattan.

“You’re my best friend Y/N, you know that? My bestest bestest bestest bestest friend ever!”

“Yeah, I know Nat, now come on don’t you want to go to bed?”

“Bed? Oh! You know who’s good in bed – Sammy! Y/N, he has the biggest-”

“Ok that’s enough! Don’t embarrass Barnes and Stark babe,” Sam cut her off, picking her up bridal style and carrying her into the car as Nat swooned over how strong he was. You had a feeling she was going to regret this in the morning, especially with Bucky filming it all.

“Night guys,” Sam called out of the car window as the car pulled off into the road.

“Night Wilson,” Bucky cried out coyly, wiggling his fingers in a wave as Sam stuck his middle finger up in return. Bucky’s own car pulled up and he said his goodbyes to you and Tony, pressing a kiss to the back of your hand much to Tony’s chagrin and you could only laugh in response to his silly antics.

The journey back to Tony’s was mainly silent, he didn’t even look at you, keeping his face turned towards the window, the only contact between you being the hand that was gripping your thigh, thumb circling your skin through the sheer material of your stockings.

Tony remained quiet as you both entered his penthouse, leaving you in the hall to follow him as he moved about the place, shucking off his coat and jacket and rolling up his shirt sleeves to his elbow before he tugged the bow tie free around his neck, leaving it to hang loosely around his neck as he undid the first few buttons on his shirt.

Not an inch of skin had been revealed to you and yet such a small adjustment was hotter than any strip tease could have possibly been, arousal blossoming in your core as you waited for him to say something – anything.

Pouring himself a glass of scotch, Tony collapsed on the sofa as he sipped at his drink, eyes locked on your form over the rim of the tumbler as you fidgeted on the spot, desperate for him to start whatever the night entailed.

“You’ve been teasing me all night babygirl: first by wearing this outfit, letting thw whole damn world see you like this, then you wouldn’t even let me touch you, then you let Barnes of all fucking people flirt with you right in front of my face and then to top it all off, you got up on that stage and let every person there see you move like that.”

“I’m sorry, Daddy.”

Tony clicked his tongue in disapproval as his eyes raked over you: “I think you need to be punished, Beautiful.”

Leaning forward, Tony placed his glass on the coffee table and rested his arms on his legs as he appraised you, roughly rubbing a hand over his beard as he decided your fate.

“Here’s what’s gonna happen darlin’, your gonna take that pretty little outfit off - except for those damn heels - and then your gonna lay across my lap, ass up, and count your spankings like a good girl, ok?”

“Yes Daddy,” You whispered, throat dry as desire flooded your being.

Unclipping the feather from your hair you tossed it carelessly to the side before gripping the end of one of your silk covered fingers between your teeth and pulling your arm free of the material, repeating the action on the other hand and throwing the gloves at Tony whose eyes hardened at the gesture.

“Don’t push it Babygirl.”  

Smiling coquettishly, you undid the straps on your garter that helped to hold your stockings up, pushing the belt down your hips and to the floor before beginning to slowly pull the lace ties that held your corset together undone, the pink satin slipping out of your hands as your bare chest was revealed to his lustful eyes.

Hooking your thumbs into the tops of your panties, you wiggled your hips as you pushed them down your legs, kicking them towards Tony when they stuck on your heel. You moved to unclasp the necklace, but Tony stopped you, ordering you to leave it on as he leant back on the sofa and patted his thigh to remind you where to place yourself.

You slowly lowered yourself across this lap, hands gripping the leather of the couch as Tony’s hand wandered from the backs of your thighs, fingertips lightly grazing the skin as you fought to keep as still as possible, he moved to squeeze one of your ass cheeks before continuing his path up your back, pulling your hair into a pony tail and wrapping it around his fist.

“Tell me the magic word babygirl,” Tony leaned over you, whispering in your ear as he broke character for the first time since you’d both come back to his apartment and you couldn’t prevent the smile that broke out at his concern.

“Jericho.”

“Good girl, promise to say it if it gets too much?”

“I promise.”

“Good,” Tony pressed a kiss under your ear and then he was back to dominating you completely, quicker than the flick of a switch, “Now, how many do you think you deserve baby? I’m thinking five for each offence, you think you can handle twenty? Cause I do.”

You moaned loudly as you nodded eagerly, desperate to feel the sting of his hands on your skin.

Tony chuckled lowly at your eagerness as he kneaded the curve of your ass: “Ok than babygirl, don’t forget to count.”

That was all the warning you got before Tony’s hand moved to strike your ass,  skin bouncing against his palm and you keened at the burn it left, stuttering out a one as you struggled not to let your rear chase his hand, already desperate for more.  

Tony delivered his slaps evenly between the two cheeks, five on each before scattering the final ten on the tops of both your thighs as you counted out each and every one with ragged breaths. A light sheen of swear coated your skin as you writhed in his lap, his hardened cock brushing against your stomach which only served to turn you on more, your cunt throbbing with need as wetness coated your inner thighs.

Soothing the flamed skin with gentle caresses, Tony let you come down from your punishment before he hoisted you off his lap and onto the floor between his legs, reaching over you to retrieve his half finished glass of scotch before leaning back into his seat.

You rested your head against Tony’s thigh, nuzzling your face against the expensive material of his pants, staring up at him with lidded eyes as you waited for his next instructions, careful not to catch the sore skin of your ass on your heels as you knelt before him.

“You were a real bad girl baby,” He murmured, fingers caressing the side of your face as he tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear, “Don’t you think you should make it up to daddy?”

Trembling hands reached for his belt, pulling the leather free of the metal and slowly tugging the zipper of his pants down, your fingers brushing over his hard cock as you did. You quickly yanked his pants and boxers down to just his thighs; you had all the room you needed, and no patience left in you to bother undressing him completely.

Your mouth began salivating at the sight of him hot and heavy in your hand, your nightlong teasing hadn’t only pushed Tony to the edge and you were more than ready for the grandiose finale it was sure to bring. You leant forward, mouth parted and tongue poking out from between your lips ready to finally taste the sweet tang of him but were stopped by Tony’s hand in your hair halting your movements and forcing you to look up at him.

“No teasing Princess. You’ve done enough of that for one night, so just suck daddy’s cock like the fuckin’ champ you are, ok?”

You mewled as you nodded, biting on your bottom lip as his words caused your cunt to clench in need, hips rolling on instinct in their desperation to have Tony fill you up and fuck you already.

“Good girl.”

You keened at the praise, wasting no time when his grip in your hair loosened, wrapping your lips around the head of his cock as you softly sucked the sensitive tip, eyes casting up to watch Tony’s reaction, a flash of excitement shocking you when you saw his eyes were already locked on you, one arm thrown across the back of the couch as the other brought the glass to his lips so he could leisurely sip at his scotch.

Longing to see him loose his composure, you locked your lips tightly around his cock, bobbing your head along his shaft as your tongue traced from the prominent veins that decorated his shaft to the spot under the head that always caused him to stutter out a deep groan, hips bucking into your mouth as his hand left the back of the couch to tangle in your hair, guiding your movements as he threw his head back with a grunt.

Your hand worked what your mouth couldn’t reach, pumping the base as you sucked his cock, muffled moans escaping your full mouth as he throbbed on your tongue. This was not playful, there was no teasing here, only a desperate need to feel him coat your tongue with his cum, your movements frantic, spit escaping your lips that were locked around his rock-hard cock and trickling down his balls.

You were certain you were dripping onto the floor beneath you, the sight of Tony with his head thrown back, eyes clenched shut as he bit down on his lower lip to strangled the sounds of his pleasure caused heavy lust to rush through your every cell, eager for it to be over so he would finally fuck you.

Hand moving from his cock to grasp his balls, you compelled your throat to relax as you took every inch of him into your mouth, the head of his cock hitting the back of your throat as you gazed up at Tony through heavy lashes.

The feeling of your throat closing around his cock as you swallowed around him caused Tony’s hips to lunge upward, his release so close he could taste it on the tip of his tongue, but he didn’t want to cum in your mouth. Not tonight. Tonight, he was determined to fill you with his cum, buried balls deep in that sweet little pussy he’d been thinking about all night long.

Yanking you off his cock, you shot Tony a puzzled expression, brows furrowed and lips shiny with a mixture of your saliva and his pre-cum as he ducked down to capture your swollen lips in a bruising kiss, tongue licking into your mouth as he cupped the back of your neck with his hand, the other setting his glass on the table before trailing down your side to your pussy, swiping a thick digit between your glistening folds, both of you moaning at the contact.

Tony stood from the couch, holding out a hand to help you up, one you eagerly accepted as you felt your legs shake beneath you. Tony kissed you again, this time far gentler, a soft brush of his lips against yours as you practically melted into him, his arms wrapped around your waist as he began to walk you backwards.

The feeling of cold glass against your back made you jump slightly, tilting your head to the side as Tony littered the sensitive skin there with kisses and nips. You bucked your hips against his, trying to hook your leg over his hip to try and entice him into fucking you senseless but Tony gripped your thigh to stop your desperate movements, causing a deprived whine to slip past your lips as Tony chuckled at your distress.

“Gonna remind you just who you belong to babygirl, you and every other fucking person in this city are gonna watch how well you take my cock,” Tony muttered darkly in your ear as he squeezed your hips before turning you around to face the huge floor length window in his penthouse that over looked the entire city.

You could make out your translucent reflection, eyes ablaze with lust and lipstick smeared across your lips, the diamonds around your neck rivalling the glittering lights of the city. Tony was pressed tightly behind you, his cock nestled between your ass cheeks as his hands danced across your skin, practically purring in relief at finally being touched, placing your hands on the glass in front of you for support.

Resting his head on your shoulder, Tony chuckled at your mewling, nipping at your ear lobe as you tried to roll your hips against his cock, body mindlessly searching for some relief for the ache between your thighs. One calloused hand clasped your breast, toying with the taut nipple with nimble fingers as the other slithered down your stomach, cupping your sex as you tried in vain to rut against his hand, a pathetic whine slipping past your lips as your failed in finding the friction you so badly desired, only causing Tony’s smug smirk to grow.

“Aw, what’s wrong baby?” He cooed against your neck, eyes locked on yours in your reflection as his finger swiped through your dripping slit, “You want daddy’s cock? Is that it?”

You could only nod dumbly in response, your lust-addled brain making you sluggish and cutting of any articulate thought, but Tony wasn’t tolerating it, his hands stopping their ministrations much to your dismay as he tutted at you.

“Nu-uh Princess, you can do better than that: come on, beg daddy to fuck you, beg me and I’ll fuck you real good baby, I promise.”

“Daddy,” you pleaded with on a drawn-out moan, “Please, please, fuck me. I want your cock in me, want you to fill me with your cum, w-want you to make me yours.”

Want you to make me yours.

Tony’s eyes snapped open, lip curling in a slight snarl as he gripped his cock in his hand, lining himself at your entrance and snapping his hips up into yours with a growl. Your body jerked at the shock, a gasp tearing from your lips as you head hung low, eyes squeezed shut as your body adjusted to the sudden intrusion.

“You are mine,” He snarled, voice low as his beard scratched the bare skin of your shoulder with every word he spoke.

Before you could even register what he had said, Tony was drawing his hips back before thrusting into your wet heat with a bruising pace, hands gripping you tightly to him as he fucked you relentlessly. Your hands clawed the glass as you tried to keep yourself upright, body set alight after a long night of teasing coupled with Tony’s animalistic fucking, yearning for more and yet shying away from the overwhelming pleasure you were receiving.

Every thrust of his cock into you brushed against that spot that made you see stars, eyes rolling into the back of your head as your hips rolled back to meet his every drive into you, a litany of moans falling from your swollen, parted lips as your body tensed against his, your climax building within your core and threatening to snap.

Your eyes flew open when you felt a hand wrap around your neck, giving a warning squeeze as you met Tony’s wild eyes in the reflection of the window, the thought that someone in the buildings around you could be watched such a debauched scene causing your cunt to tighten around Tony’s cock.

“Watch yourself Babygirl. Want you to watch how fuckin’ pretty you look cummin’ on my cock,” Tony grunted.

His hand remained around your throat as you groaned, his fingers moving to slip to digits into your open mouth and you eagerly starting sucking on them, laving them with the same attention you did his cock and Tony muttered out curses as he began to buck his hips even faster into you, his twitching cock signalling that his release was also near.

You kept your eyes on the pair of you, as hard as it was, your hands pressing so hard into the glass in front of you, you feared it would shatter under the force. The fingers around your neck lightly tightened their hold, cutting off the flow of blood to your head as his other hand sought out your clit, coating his digits in your slick before circling the bundle of nerves that sent shockwaves of euphoria through you.

The combination of his fingers swirling against your clit and his cock hitting that sweet spot inside you with every roll of his hips had you trembling in his arms as your release washed over you like a wave, every cell in your being alight with ecstasy as a sharp cry tore from your throat.

You watched Tony’s reflection, the way his brow furrowed, a near-feral look in his eye as his arms wrapped around your waist to keep you pressed against him as your body worked through your orgasm. The feeling of your velvet wet heat surrounding him, walls fluttering around his aching cock finally pushed Tony to his own end, a low groan that boarded on a growl rumbling from deep within his chest as ropes of cum filled you, his cock throbbing as he shallowly thrust into you a few final times before near collapsing against your back.

His arm shot out to prop himself against the window, his hand resting on top of yours and fingers lacing with your own as he pressed sloppy kisses along your shoulders and neck, murmuring praises into your sweat-slicked skin as you both came down from your highs, the sound of the city below you and your shallow pants deafening in the otherwise silent room.

Slowly, Tony pulled his softening cock from you, rubbing his hands along your sides as you winced at the sensitivity of your sex, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head before he stooped down to hook his arm under your legs, the other wrapped around your back as he cradled you against his chest and carried you towards his bedroom.

You nuzzled your face into the crook of Tony’s neck, pressing kissing against his pulse point as he brought you straight to his en suite, delicately placing you on the worktop by the sink before moving to turn the shower on, letting the water run as he turned his attention back to you.

Grasping your ankle, Tony lifted your leg and pulled your heel off, dropping it carelessly to the floor before repeating the action on the opposite foot. Hands grazed up your legs before deft fingers hooked into the tops of the holdups on your thigh and dragged the thin material off your legs, throwing the stockings behind him without a second thought.

Tony pressed a chaste kiss to the skin of your thigh where your stockings previously sat, fingers massaging the muscles as he shifted to press his lips against yours, tongue idly stroking into your mouth as your fingers carded through his unruly hair as he unclasped the necklace from around your throat, placing it on the box that still sat on the counter beside you.

There was none of the primitive passion that defined your previous union, it was not bruising or desperate, and it certainly wasn’t a promise of more to come; it was simply two people enjoying the feel of soft lips against their own, the gentle touch of his hands and the feeling of your smooth skin against his.

It was comfort and reassurance and something akin to the feeling of home. The gentle warmth that flooded you in his embrace had a small smile playing on your lips as you basked in his affection.

“Are you alright? Did I go too far?” Tony mumbled as he pulled away, resting his forehead against yours as he searched your eyes for any signs of unease.

“No, m’fine. Better than fine actually.”

Tony chuckled, shaking his head as he tucked a wild strand of hair behind your ear, his gaze loaded with something you couldn’t quite place: “Come on babygirl, let’s get you cleaned up and into bed.”

You stayed close to each other under the spray of the water, steam filling the room as you exchanged affectionate kisses, hands washing each other of the sweat and cum that stained your skin, your eyes feeling heavier as the water soothed your sore muscles, pushing you closer and closer to sleep.

The shower soon cut off, Tony helping you out and dressing you in one of his old shirts and a fresh pair of panties before slipping into to clean pair of boxers himself, the pair of you slipping under the fresh sheets of his bed as you let out a content sigh, snuggling into Tony’s arms as you tangled your legs with his.

“You know, you really did look gorgeous tonight. I don’t think I actually got ‘round to telling you that.”

“Hm, I kinda figured, you weren’t exactly subtle,” You giggled, tracing patterns on Tony’s chest as he let out a silent chuckle. “Does Bucky’s flirting really bother you that much?”

You had to ask, as much as what happened was part of the fun you two had, a small part of his anger was still very real and you needed to know why it got to him so much.

There was a long beat of silence, Tony’s arms tightening around you before he finally responded.

“No. I guess I just got caught up in the moment.”

You didn’t believe him.

Tony’s fingers danced across the skin of your back as you both lay in silence before you turned onto your stomach and propped yourself up on one elbow so you could look down at him.

“You know Bucky doesn’t mean anything when he flirts right? I’m pretty sure the only reason he does it is to annoy you,” You tried to joke, but the half-hearted way he smiled in response showed you it wasn’t working. “Besides, even if he did mean it, there’s no way I’d be interested. I’m all yours for as long as you want me.”

“I know babygirl.”

You tucked yourself back under Tony’s arm, his hold on you tightening as his lips placed a soft kiss into your hair.

“You should get some sleep.”

You nodded, feeling the sting behind your eyes that fully agreed with the man, begging you to close them and finally give them the rest they so desperately required, bidding Tony goodnight as you drifted off to the sound of his strong heartbeat in your ear.

Although you were exhausted, sleep was not as restful as you would have liked. Your mind warning you that what had happened tonight would not be the end of it as a feeling of dread started to bloom in your chest like a weed.

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[angrylizardjacket]

you wrote ‘don’t forget’ on your arm // 1 // charlotte&lola (penny&jupiter)

Summary: Jupiter’s going to dress as Lola for the premiere of The Dirt, is dating MGK, and also the premiere happens.

A/N: @misscharlottelee and @local-troubled-writer . I split this into 2 parts because the second part is almost entirely this AU’s version of The Dirt and it was getting too long. Next part to be posted tomorrow!!

Part 1 of 2

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Jupiter looks like Lola; the same dark hair, same angular face. They’re not a spitting image, they’ve inherited Tommy’s waifishness and green eyes, so the honour of looking like a carbon copy of their mother belongs to Cerie, but whenever people write about Jupiter, on blogs or in magazines, they always feel the need to mention; Jupiter looks like Lola. So with the premiere coming up, Jupiter thinks it’s only fitting; if all anyone sees is their mother, then spitefully, they’ll play into that.

For the record, Alicia, the woman they’ve got playing Lola, looks eerily similar to her, and by extension Jupiter, and Jupiter wonders if it’s egotistical of Freudian to think she’s hot. Whatever; that’ll be their therapist’s problem. The cast for The Dirt is hot, which is an uncomfortable truth that Jupiter has to live with. Even Iwan makes Mick hot, which is somehow way weirder than her mom being hot, because Mick is a gremlin and the only band member Jupiter actually gets along with, their father notwithstanding. 

Some time when Jupiter was a teenager, Mick had told them, with the haunted wisdom of a man who has spent over half his life putting up with their parents, that he’d had broken guitars with more common sense than Lola, and Jupiter decided then and there that he was their favourite, and their opinion hadn’t waivered since.

So it’s with a well-worn resentment that they acknowledge how actually stylish Lola was in her youth, not that she isn’t now, but she was more of a punk in her twenties than Jupiter knows they could ever be. 

Penny thinks it’s self-destructive behaviour, and that Jup is too old for this shit, but she tags along, never one to pass up a good trawl through a vintage store, that is when she’s not in the studio with Dominic. Jup joins them when they can, when they’re not working on the final touches for their own album.

“Am I allowed to say your mom is hot?” Colson’s laying back on Jup’s sofa, flipping through a scrapbook Tommy had leant him, filled with old newspaper and magazine clippings, trying to find a good photo of Lola, while Jupiter scrolls through pinterest, looking for any and all photos of their mother in her youth. Preferably with clothes on. Christ, Lola. Jupiter shoots him a look, but it’s not angry, it’s just rather… uncomfortable.

“I think you are, but I wish you wouldn’t.”

None of the jackets are ever right; they’ve got the ripped fishnets, the black platforms, the leather shorts, they’d even managed to get their hands on a spiked bra, but for all the leather jackets they’d looked at, none of them were Lola-level of over the top gutter punk. Oh they had spikes upon spikes, and buckles, and a few had some custom detailing, but none of them were right. Up until Motley’s first tour, Lola had lived and died in her black leather jacket, with the spikes on the shoulders, that looked better open than it did zipped up. There was only one option left. They could go to Tommy, but they knew ultimately they’d end up at the same place.

Lionheart Management’s thirty-second floor offices had the same effect on Jupiter as a dentist’s office had on a child; deep seated discomfort, but Jupiter would rather meet her there than have to go to the bullshit family home she shared with Nikki.

Jupiter knocks on the door that bares their mother’s name, grimacing at the little plaque beneath that reminded everyone that she was the CEO. Lola’s voice rings from inside, inviting them in, and she seems pleasantly surprised to see Jupiter when the door opens.

Lola still wears all her earrings she’d given herself in her youth, though now they’re studs rather than safety pins and pieces of wire, as Jupiter had come to see, and for all she’s grown up, she still favours black. Maybe that’s why Jupiter’s always gone for pastels.

“What a lovely surprise,” Lola sits back in her desk chair, haloed  the golden records on her wall, and gives a fond smile to her child, “what can I do for you today?” And it kind of stings that Lola knows that Jupiter wants something, though Jupiter considers that that’s no-one’s fault but their own. They don’t make a point of seeing Lola for idle chatter.

“Do you still have that black jacket from the eighties?” Jupiter cuts right to the chase, and Lola frowns a little.

“Which one?”

“The one with the spikes on the shoulders and the weird sort of panel design?”

“I think Nadine gave me that one -” Lola says, something gently faraway about her tone.

“I don’t need it’s history, I’m just asking if I can borrow it.” Jupiter’s tone is sharp, and Lola’s expression falls. After a moment, she agrees quietly, giving a sad smile as she tells Jupiter they can pick it up later that night from her house. Before they turn away, they think they can see what people mean when they say that Jupiter looks like Lola, something haunted, wise beyond her years. They turn away.

“It’s good to see you, Jubilee,” Lola tells them just as Jupiter goes to leave, using the nickname she’d given Jupiter after they’d come out and changed their name, “I’ve heard you’re working on some new music, that’s exciting.” She’s trying so desperately to make some sort of connection with the child who barely acknowledges her, and Jupiter feels a twinge of guilt.

“It’s releasing a month after The Dirt, my album,” Jupiter’s tone is soft and a little cautious, but they turn back in time to see Lola smiling, “I even had Seo and Cyrus help out with one of the songs.” To which Lola actually laughs, warm and fond.

“I heard; Cy has not stopped talking about it, and about how he’s going to thank you when he’s headlining Coachella in a few years time.” Lola enthuses, leaning forward, elbows on her desk, eyes sparkling with amusement. This has Jupiter grinning, amused at their little brothers antics, actually sharing a nice moment with their mom. “Sounds like you’re really keeping busy; dad’s got you and Penny working on some stuff for the premiere, right?” 

“Yeah, along with Colson and Dominic,” Jupiter says with a faint smile.

“I don’t know how you do it,” Lola says, a gentle pride in her words, “taking the world by storm, you’re a powerhouse, Jubilee.” And Jupiter feels a strange sort of warmth flourish in their chest. 

Lola doesn’t ask why they want the jacket, just hands it over easily when Jupiter comes to pick it up.

When he sees it, Colson whistles low through his teeth, poking at the spikes on the shoulders with an awed fascination.

“Holy shit, dude -”

“Don’t cum too hard, it’s just a jacket,” Jupiter makes a face, but Colson actually snorts.

“Do you know how many guys would give their left nut to touch this jacket?”

“Are you into me or my mom?” Jupiter snaps, and he turns his gaze on them, eyes wide, looking a little guilty. In an instant, he’s put the jacket on the table, and has wrapped Jup up in his arms.

“You, babe, of course, it’s just weird after seeing the replica costuming made; it doesn’t hold a candle to the real thing. I’m into you, Jup,” he adds, “jesus fuck.” Jup will leave enough bites and hickeys on him to remind him of this fact later that night. 

They haven’t thought much about the movie itself; they’ve been around set out of sheer curiosity, and also to spend time with the cast, as they’re becoming fast friends, but they don’t actually know even the plot of the movie, or have read the script, and they haven’t been motivated enough to piece together any of this information from the snippets they’ve been on set for. Penny’s got a better grip, mostly because she, Lola, and Tommy have had meetings with the director, writers, and actors on how to handle Charlotte and Razzle with sensitivity, but Penny never talks to Jupiter about it, she knows Jupiter, for lack of a better phrase, would rather be surprised by the movie.

So their expectations are low by the time the premiere comes around, but they’re going all out, getting ready with Penny and the hair and makeup team they’ve hired for the occasion. 

Dark hair dark eyes, the makeup and hair women do a fantastic job, and Penny’s quiet for a long moment after the reveal.

“They did good?” Jupiter asks with a sharp smile, and Penny gives her a strange smile, a nod, but no words leave her lips. Jupiter doesn’t quite know how to take that, so they get dressed, leather shorts over ripped fishnets, knee-high black platforms that make them taller than any person should rightly be. They’d inherited most of Tommy’s height, which now, with six-inch platforms, is more of a curse than a blessing at 6′7″, but it doesn’t matter. They pull on the spiked bra, and leave their room with Lola’s jacket in their arms.

And Penny is silent.

“Holy shit.” Soft, eyes wide and awed, Penny takes them in, and Jupiter feels a strange sort of discomfort. “You look just like her.” Penny looks stunning in her own right, in a gorgeous, vintage-inspired jumpsuit, hair styled big, looking every bit like her parents’ daughter. Before her words could really sink in, she’s giving a bright smile, rifling through her bag, “we should get a polaroid; Andy and Sami asked if I could send a photo of us from tonight.”

They get a photo together, wait for it to develop before sending it to both the kids’ groupchat, affectionately titled Bastards Incorporated, as well as the group text Penny’d started with the rest of Hanoi Rocks after visiting them a few years ago.

Sami Yaffa sends back ‘holy shit pennylope and kid lee!! what a blast from the past’ and Jupiter feels like they’re hearing that a lot lately. He follows it with a few kind words about how authentic they look, and how their parents would be proud. Penny pretends like she isn’t tearing up a little at that, and Jupiter pretends like they don’t take the comment as a compliment. 

Meanwhile, in Bastards Incorporated, populated by the various Lee and Sixx children, amid compliments, Cyrus has changed Jupiter’s nickname from Daddy Kink  to Electra Complex 😘 and Cerie is sending selfies from the limousine that’s on it’s way to Jupiter and Penny.

[Jupiter] Electra Complex 😘: cyrus im gonna break all the bones in your arm [Cyrus] DJ Dumbass: im ambidextrous [Jupiter] Electra Complex 😘: *arms [Cerie] Evil Cyrus sent a photo to Bastards Incorporated. [Penelope] the only valid lee: Cerie sTOP you look incredible!!  [Cerie] Evil Cyrus ❤️ reacted. [Jupiter] Electra Complex 😘: wait is that SEO NOT WEARING A HOODIE [Seo] King of the Ripsticks ❤️ reacted. [Cerie] Evil Cyrus sent a photo to Bastards Incorporated. [Penelope] the only valid lee: SEO YOU LOOK SO GOOOOOOOD [Seo] King of the Ripsticks ❤️ reacted. [Seo] King of the Ripsticks: 🤵

Since turning 18, no-one outside of the family has seen Seo’s face without his hoodie and sunglasses, a personal choice, and kind of a gimmick to make him more memorable in the skating scene, so when Penny and Jupiter slide into the limousine to see him dressed to the nines, in a powder blue suit with his hair blown out, it comes as a welcome surprise, and they both shower him with compliments.

“Oi!” Cyrus cuts in where he’s sitting opposite them beside his twin, “what about me?”

“You look like a rat,” Jupiter tells him, despite how well dressed he also was. Cyrus flips them off, “Cerie you look stunning.” Jupiter tells her with a warm sincerity, and Cerie gives a toothy grin. Cerie’s always had the makings of a model, and in a sparkling, champagne colored dress and understated makeup, she’ll outshine them all with ease.

“Come on,” Cyrus whined, before tugging at the lapels of his jacket, doing the bottom button up, putting on his most winning grin as he turned on Penny, “come on, Pen, thoughts?” And Penny, ever the favourite cousin, humours him.

“You look great, Cy; I can’t believe you’re wearing a keyboard tie, but somehow it looks good on you, bud,” and at her praise, Cyrus practically preens.

“I can’t believe you’re dressed as mom,” Cerie’s a little disbelieving when she finally takes in Jupiter’s attire, quickly making mention that they look spectacular, it’s just a little jarring.

“You look -”

“Just like her, I know,” Jup gives a tired smile, and pulls out a hand mirror to touch up their lipstick, “it’s kind of the point.”

They all enthuse about the film, about the story they’re about to witness, about how it’s probably going to be weird to see their parents like that - Penny is quiet. And Jupiter takes her hand without a word. 

They step out onto the red carpet one at a time, first the twins, Cyrus leading like the peacock he is, followed by Cerie, then Seo. Jupiter goes to leave, but Penny won’t move, won’t let go of their hand.

“What if they tell it wrong, after everything, they tell it wrong?” She asks, a shake in her voice that Jupiter knows all too well. 

“Then we’ll burn the theatre to the ground -”

“Don’t be like Lola for just a fucking minute, Jup; this is really important to me, I know you don’t get it, but arson won’t fix if they’ve ruined my family’s memory, you know?” 

Jupiter pauses for a long moment before wrapping Penny up in a hug, just as she had so many times for Jupiter before. Penny dabs delicately at her eyes before her tears can ruin her makeup.

“Our family wouldn’t let them release anything that didn’t do your parents justice; you wouldn’t sign off on anything that wouldn’t do them justice.” Jupiter tells her with the utmost seriousness, though Penny’s expression is still doubtful.

“But what if I got it wrong?”

“Penelope Dingley Lee, first of her name, if your parents were here, they’d be so immeasurably proud of you, because they loved you more than anything else in the world,” they took Penny’s face in their hands, made sure she was looking at them, “you couldn’t fail them even if you tried.”

Together, they face the crowd, who go wild at the sight of them, and smile like this isn’t one of the most uniquely strange and painful experiences of their lives. Flashbulbs go off and Jupiter strikes pose after pose, soaking up the attention with Penny by their side. They get to their siblings, to the rest of their family, there’s shock, and surprise, and when they look at Lola, wearing a black, velvet dress with her hair slicked back, she’s shocked. 

“Look at you,” Tommy marvels with a million-watt smile, “this is one hell of a stunt, kiddo, you look fantastic!” And he wraps them up in a hug, looking proud as punch. 

Mick is laughing harder than Jupiter’s ever seen him laugh before, and Vince and Nikki are wearing almost identically fond and disbelieving smiles. But Lola is unreadable.

“Never thought I’d see the day,” Mick makes his way to Jupiter, pats them fondly, and Jupiter makes a point of patting his head with their enhanced height, “you wear it well, kiddo; didn’t realise those two had good genes to pass on but it seems they did.” Tommy, who overheard the remark, sees Mick’s good-natured smile and teasing tone, and flips him off with a smile of his own, while Lola snickers.

“Fuck you, you geezer,” she tells him with a well worn fondness, before looking back at her child, who suddenly feels strangely nervous, though they try their best to cover it with bravado.

“They say I look like you,” Jupiter says with a smirk, and Lola shakes her head, expression turning amused. The rest of the family and the band is busy taking photos, but Lola tentatively approaches Jupiter, asks if she can hug them. Jupiter, who’s never really been one for physical contact, acquiesces, bending to hug their mother. 

“You have a much better head on your shoulders than I did at your age,” Lola mutters, and gives Jupiter a squeeze, before adding, “you look so badass, sweetheart.” 

Jupiter has no idea what they were expecting, but this almost definitely wasn’t it. Lola and Jupiter get countless photos together, and in the moments that follow, when the cast arrive, Alicia almost doubles over with laughter, crowing about how they should have cast Jup instead. The three of them get a photo together, and it’s one of the proudest moments of Lola’s life.

Focus from Jupiter dies down as people are splitting off to get photos with their doubles; Max and Josie tug Penny away to get a cheesy family photo with her, while the band and cast were taking side by side comparisons. 

By the time Douglas has reintroduced himself to Seo, not recognizing him without his hoodie and sunglasses,the rest of Lola’s kids are doing an incredibly poor job of hiding their laughter.

“Dude, who is that?” Colson asks Jupiter, trying his hardest to be discrete. Jupiter raises their eyebrows, casting their gaze to Seo before looking back at Colson.

“That’s my brother.”

“How many do you have?”

“Four.”

“And that one’s -”

“Seo.”

“Shut the fuck up!” Colson half laughs, looking back at where Seo was taking photos of Cerie on her phone for her instagram, “are you- that’s Seo? Seo! Dude!” He calls, and Seo looks over in their general direction, flashes a toothy smile, before turning back. “That dude was under that hoodie that whole time? Guess I owe Daniel five bucks.”

“What?” Jupiter laughs, and Colson looks a little sheepish, wrapping an arm around them as a photographer calls their names.

“We all had a bet about what was under his hood,” Colson tells them, posing for the camera, “Iwan’s money was on alopecia -”

“He thought Seo just had no hair?” Jupiter snorted.

“I was thinking embarrassing face tattoo, Doug had weird-coloured hair, and Daniel had -”

“Regular dude?”

“Weirdly handsome dude, actually, and I can’t believe he’s spot on -”

“And I can’t believe you seem to have a thing for my whole family,” Jupiter gave him a gentle shove, while Colson gave a rougish grin.

“Only ‘cos if I think too hard about you, lookin’ the way you look, we’re not gonna make it to the actual movie,” he murmured in their ear, and Jupiter swallowed hard, smile widening on their face.

“The movie starts in half an hour; meet me in the second story bathroom in ten minutes,” and with that, they split, each moving to take more photos, Colson doing a few interviews while Jupiter made their way to the bathroom discretely.

Before he leaves, Colson can’t help but say hello to the oldest Sixx child; Seo squints at him for a moment before smiling.

“Hey man, good to see you,” he says, and without a doubt, that’s Seo’s unflappable baritone. 

“Gotta say, man, you clean up nice, almost didn’t recognise you,” Colson admits, wrapping an arm around Seo’s shoulders as they take a few pictures together. Seo looks at whoever calls his name loudest, smiling brightly. “How you doing man?”

“Great, man, like a pig in shit,” he says, “can you do me a favour?”

“Depends, what’s up?”

“Point me in Penny’s direction; she’s wearing the same colour thing as Cyrus and I am fucking lost,” he laughs, and Colson does a double take, which Seo seems to miss, “Cerie was right, I should have just worn my damn glasses.”

“Dude, are you blind?”

“Legally, yeah, can’t properly see anything that’s not six inches away from my face.” And suddenly things are make a lot more sense.

“Your sunglasses are prescription, aren’t they?” Colson steers him in the direction of Penny, who caught sight of the pair of them, meeting them in the middle.

“Bingo,” Seo tells him with a grin, before letting Penny tuck her arm in his. After a beat, he adds, “thanks Daniel.”

“Actually I’m -” Colson goes to correct, actually a little embarrassed, but Seo snickers.

“It’s a joke, Kells, I know it’s you,” and he adds, “Jup left like twelve minutes ago, if you were looking for her.” And it’s eerie that he knows that he was. But it sounds like a blessing, if anything, and Colson tries to get away as unnoticed as possible.

[Cyrus] DJ Dumbass sent a photo to Bastards Incorporated. [Cyrus] DJ Dumbass: JUPITER WHERE U @ UR BOYFRIENDS ESCAPING [Jupiter] Electra Complex 😘: none of your business [Cyrus] DJ Dumbass: :O [Penelope] the only valid lee: they’re really in character ;) [Cyrus] DJ Dumbass: lmao what if i sent a screenshot to lola [Cyrus] DJ Dumbass: Jup [Cyrus] DJ Dumbass: @Electra Complex 😘 Penelope changed Cyrus’s nickname to QUIT SNITCHIN MFKER. [Cyrus] QUIT SNITCHIN MFKER: they’re not even RESPONDING [Cyrus] QUIT SNITCHIN MFKER: @Electra Complex 😘 this is the fuckin funniest i can’t believe you’ve been possessed by the spirit of 80s mom on tonight of all nights [Penelope] the only valid lee: since they aren’t here to defend themselves, cyrus im gonna rip out ya spine mortal kombat style [Seo] King of the Ripsticks and [Cerie] Evil Cyrus ❤️ reacted.  [Cerie] Evil Cyrus: a threat jup would be proud of [Penelope] the only valid lee ❤️ reacted.  [Cyrus] QUIT SNITCHIN MFKER: thats fair

Jupiter doesn’t mind, just this once, that history, in it’s own twisted way, repeats itself. If both of them look a little too pleased, a little too rumpled, no-one comments; it’s in the spirit of the film after all.

[the-coconut-asado]

Our Golden Girl’s Kitchen

A couple of years back, my cousin Doro announced she was going to publish a book of our grandmother’s recipes. It set all the cousins off on an odyssey of frenzied WhatsApps swapping memories, and in my case a mad dash to storage to find yet another of mum’s old scrapbooks, stuffed with fragments of recipes typed up on that onion-skin paper of the Mad Men era. 

Slowly but surely, recipes surfaced for Granny’s steak and kidney pudding (to this day, the name of our family WhatsApp group), tallarines (fettuccine by any other name) and more cakes and tarts than a whole series of Masterchef pressure tests.  

But Doro’s job was made much easier by someone else who had kept Granny’s legacy alive all these years. The person who, while Granny was a distant memory for many of us, was the biggest influence on our lives. At the end of the book, Doro wrote a dedication to her: “ Auntie Joan, I remember you, sometime before Christmas, making us stir the plum pudding and saying “don’t forget to make a wish!”; the chicken pie or Irish stew with dumplings you prepared when I used to come for lunch after university classes; the plum ice cream you always had in your “ancient” fridge and the smell of scones and cake on our birthdays.’

Last week, Auntie Joan died. 99 years of love, wisdom and many a raised eyebrow at each of us at one time or another. She had a delicious smile that hinted at secrets she might share with you some day, and even up to her mid-nineties kept a ramrod straight back, figure to die for and effortless elegance that prompted a 28 year old male friend to comment at my wedding that she was the only 68 year old he had ever fancied.Cheeky, but at the same time, kudos. 

If I’ve made her sound  like a warm embrace of a woman, she was. She was also a ninja. For most of her working life, Auntie Joan  - Joan Nolan MBE -  was Vice Consul at the British Embassy in Rosario, and later in Buenos Aires. She started volunteering there during the war, and eventually they started to pay her (nice of them), then promote her. 

This had upsides - her influence to help others (a guiding principle of her life), the opportunity to travel, and the people she met. She once told me of an Embassy cocktail party on board a ship attended by Eva and Juan Peron. She had little time for Peron, but was a little flattered when having started to leave down the gangplank he  abruptly turned back, sought Auntie Joan out, kissed her hand and apologised profusely for not having said goodbye. Manners counted for a lot with her, so the apparently off-hand Eva was barely mentioned in despatches.  

Her job also had downsides: held at gunpoint more than once, and in the constant company of a bodyguard after her boss was kidnapped (the inspiration for Graham Greene’s novel The Honorary Consul). One day a masked gang raided the embassy, rounded up all the staff, tied them up and locked them in the bathroom. But the ringleader treated Joan with weird courtesy, politely requested she enter the bathroom but left her unbound. Joan said afterwards: “ I think that man knew me. And if I ever see those eyes again, I will know who he was.” She kept looking but never did, but she did show us the hail of bullet holes the gang had let off at the outer wall of the embassy before they left. 

30 years on, at 85, clearly feeling she had been down this road before, she wrestled an armed thief trying to steal her friend’s car. ‘ Dear, I knew the gun was a toy’, she said breezily when I had my WTAF! Moment on a phone call with her.

Though all this time she looked after my grandparents and my great aunt until their deaths - pretty thankless and back-breakingly hard as they all survived to their nineties and in my great aunt’s case to 101 - as well as her husband Stanley who died when she was still young. Yet she still made time to feed, nurture and look out for her nieces and nephews as they travelled through her flat en route to school, college and work - and then her grand nieces and nephews as they repeated the cycle. 

Living in London, I didn’t see as much of Joan as my cousins, but felt just as close to her thanks to her copious letters. And it was her trips to London I remember most. Wafting glamorously into Gatwick in her boucle red overcoat, nipping up to Newcastle for the day to have lunch with a friend (when Dad retold the story, he always added, untruthfully,  ‘And the friend wasn’t even at home!”), leaving a cloud of delicate rose scent in her wake, a perfume that always reminded me of her apartment in Rosario. A bit like Buenos Aires itself, Auntie Joan was an evocation of the best bits of 1930’s Europe. 

And despite eating like a mouse in her own home - spreading her morning toast with what looked and tasted like wallpaper paste but was actually zero cholesterol cream cheese - her kitchen with its pots and pans, scoured and gleaming  within an inch of their lives, was in a constant hiatus of puddings, pies and roasts for the family as well as that iconic plum pudding at Christmas. And when we took her out to eat the appetite she kept hidden at home came tumbling out. I once witnessed her demolish a whole sea bass, noodles and a quarter of a peking duck when we took her to a restaurant in Chinatown. Unlike the rest of my family, she was unafraid of spice and heat. 

Serene, always; sassy,  sometimes. After all, Joan’s favourite TV programme when she came to visit us in London was The Golden Girls. In a life where everyone depended on her, she was someone comfortable with not needing to depend on anyone else - until old age meant she had to. I used to smile to myself when, in later years, she would end all of her stories with ‘And they said, “Joan, you are the ONLY one who could have done/ solved/ sorted/ this’’. And yet, if we don’t tell the world how talented, determined and capable we are - who else is going to? #thiswomancould

So here are two dishes that we all eat thanks to Auntie Joan - her plum ice cream (with some added spice from cinnamon) and her Spanish Cake, a delicate and sweet treat that evokes  those high teas that are still a family tradition. And finally, a dish that evokes the memory of lemon chicken, the dish that she and my daughter Lara would love to make together. 

Hasta luego, nuestra querida tia. We were so lucky to have you as long as we did. 

Plum ice cream

I have never eaten plum ice cream other than at Auntie Joan’s house and I have no idea why it isn’t a popular flavour commercially. My version only tweaks her original recipe - two egg whites rather than one, a stick of cinnamon and the seeds of a vanilla pod added to the plums as they poach. The brilliant thing about this ice cream - aside from it’s taste of autumn, log fires and sticky crumble - is that you don’t need an ice cream maker.

Serves 4-6

Ingredients

300g red-skinned plums

175g caster sugar

¾ cup water

1 cinnamon stick

Seeds from one vanilla pod

Juice of half a lemon

300g double cream

2 egg whites

How to make

Seed and quarter the plums and pop into a pan with the sugar, cinnamon stick, vanilla seeds and water. Bring to a simmer, cover and continue to simmer on a low heat until the plums are soft and the liquid has become syrupy. Turn off the heat and leave for another 10 minutes - you really want the spices and the red skin of the plums to seep into the syrup. 

Turn the plums into a sieve and extract as much syrup and pulp as you can into a clean bowl, using the back of a spatula. Cover and chill for at least an hour. 

In two separate bowls, whisk the cream until it forms soft peaks (be careful not to overbeat or it will turn into butter) and the egg whites until they form firm peaks. 

Alternate folding the cream, then the egg whites, then cream, then egg whites into the plum pulp. 

Pour into a freezer container - or just use an oblong cake tin, cover and freeze overnight. Remember to take out of the fridge for 15 mins before serving. 

Spanish Cake

This is the perfect cake to eat with a cup of tea or coffee. Light and delicate from texture to flavour. Simple dust of icing sugar on the top and you are good to go. Auntie Joan’s original recipe as typed - which features in Doro’s book - is as spare with detail as one of Bake Off’s technical challenges. Fortunately I featured it in a column I wrote for Choice magazine a few years ago, so  have filled in the gaps. Makes 12-16 squares. 

Ingredients

125g melted unsalted butter

200g caster sugar

2 eggs, separated

125ml milk

600g plain flour

3 tsp baking powder

1 tsp ground cinnamon

¼ tsp mixed spice

Icing sugar to serve

How to Make

Heat the oven to 180C. Grease a 20cm square cake tin and line with baking parchment.

Whisk the sugar with the butter until thick and pale. Add the egg yolks and continue to beat for a couple of minutes. 

Add the milk and beat again. Finally, sift in the flour, baking powder and spices and mix gently until incorporated.

In a separate bowl, whisk the egg whites until stiff, then fold into the cake batter. 

Pour the batter into the cake tin and bake in the oven for 25-30 minutes. The cake is ready when the top is golden and a toothpick or sate stick inserted into the middle comes out clean. 

Cool in the cake tine for 5 minutes then turn out onto a wire rack to cool. When cool, dust the surface with icing sugar, cut into squares and serve. 

Quick Chicken with kale, haricots and caramelised lemon

Auntie Joan loved chicken, and when we visited Buenos Aires when my daughter Lara was little, she and Auntie Joan would love to make lemon chicken together. Am sure she would have loved this flavour-packed little number, courtesy of Alison Roman in the NY Times. 

Ingredients

1 lemon, thinly sliced, seeds removed

1 shallot, peeled and cut into 8

6-8 chicken thighs

1 400g can of haricot or cannellini beans

1 bunch kale, leaves only (discard ribs)

1tblspn sunflower oil

Salt and freshly ground black pepper

Olive oil for dressing

How to make

Toss the lemon slices and shallots in a small bowl and season. 

Heat a large frying pan or skillet, add the sunflower oil, then add the chicken, skin side down. Press the chicken down with a spatula to ensure the maximum surface gets nice and brown. Cook for 5-8 minutes, then cook on the other side for a further 8-10  minutes until cooked through and the chicken skin is nice and crispy. Transfer the chicken to a plate, leaving the fat in the pan. 

Add the lemon and shallot to the hot pan - stand pack as it will probably spit and sizzle. Cook, stirring gently, until the lemon has started to caramelise - about 3-5 minutes. 

Add the drained beans to the pan and season. Cook, stirring occasionally, until the beans soak up that caramelised chicken fat - about 4 mins. Working in batches, add kale and toss to wilt, seasoning again as you go. 

Return the chicken to the pan, along with the juices that have collected on the plate, and cook for a couple of minutes more. 

Serve, drizzled with a little olive oil, and accompany with some crusty bread. 

[the-starlight-writer]

The Positivity Patrol

                     ~Clementine and her circle of friends~

Clementine Reed

16-year-old British-Ghanaian, born and raised in England. Eldest child born 25th of March. She’s the chaotic good, brightly-coloured friend and the most positive person you’ve ever met. 5′9″.

She’s an avid observer and daydreamer and will notice what makes you sad before you do. She loves to look after other people and counsel people who need help even if they don’t have the confidence or courage to ask for it. 

As the eldest sibling, she’s basically a second parent in her house but when she’s not at home, she’s excitable and giddy and child-like. She’s also a straight-A student so she’s always busy. Clementine spends her infrequent alone time storyboarding and drawing webtoons. She dreams of making people smile with her stories and art.

When she can afford it, she goes to concerts and festivals just to soak in the energy of others. And to listen to music. That too. 

Her mother is her role model and they have a cordial relationship with the occasional show of affection. Clementine wishes she would pay more attention to her but she’d rather die than tell her already-busy mother that she needed help.

(more under the cut if you’re interested in my WIP “The Moon’s Boy”!)

Dahlia Natarajan

16 and a half British Desi. High-functioning lesbian. Middle child. Born 17th of July. Goth aesthetic princess with a heart of gold. 5′4″.

Dahlia’s been Clementine’s best friend since they were about 11 years old and she’s always been the parent friend who stops Clementine from jumping off buildings holding umbrellas, thinking she can fly.

She’s the kind of girl that wakes up at dawn to drink milk boba and bullet journal. Dahlia writes long, winding poetry about death that will never see the light of day and dreams of having a hanging basket chair in her bedroom.

Her presence is understated and people tend to forget when she’s around because of how quiet she is but Clementine always knows where she is. Hope, her equally quiet girlfriend learned how to translate her facial expressions into feelings for when Dahlia just can’t find the words to express herself.

Dahlia’s constantly dripping in silver jewellery and is really looking forward to getting her earlobe pierced three more times. Wants Demonia boots for her birthday.

Despite her dark exterior, she loves small children and wants to be a nursery/kindergarten teacher when she gets older. 

London Cordova

17-year-old Spanish demiboy (he/they) living his best pastel life. Only child. True neutral person that just wants the world to burn sometimes. Big D&D fan - he’s always a mage. Tea fan. 5′11″.

London loves to paint dark images in bright, pastel colours and happy things in dark colours. He once made Dahlia a customised set of notebooks and bullet journal books for her birthday and made Clementine a fanart book of the characters in her webtoon. His art is a means of self-expression but if it makes someone happy, he’s pleased to make something for them.

He grows flowers in his dad’s back garden and on his windowsill to press them into his scrapbooks and to give to his favourite people. He used to keep them in a vase on his desk but watching them wilt made him sad. Despite all his brightness, he’s chronically depressed.       

London’s chubby and he thinks it makes him cuter. He occasionally wears eyeliner, blush and regularly draws hearts under his eyes. His signature look consists of large, colourful, oversized sweaters, joggers, a black coat and a brown bag with his sketchbook and art supplies in it. Sometimes, he wears formal clothes but that’s because his dad asks him to. His dad never asks him for anything.

London is an excellent listener and gives the best advice he can but it doesn’t usually turn out very well. He directs the people he can’t help properly to Clementine. 

Avery Blue

An 18-year-old English boy with soft edges and dark insides, Avery is the guardian friend. He’s very quiet and supportive, the kind of person that encourages his friends to pursue the things that they enjoy. The youngest child of two. President of the school newspaper club. 6′2″. 

Avery is your quintessential casual, hipster boy. His favourite season is autumn, he wears dark, layered clothes; takes photos for fun with his Nixon camera and lights incense to calm his spirit. 

He loves writing essays on topics that interest him and does a lot of research for his articles. Clementine is his favourite person in the Positivity Patrol. She brings him new ideas to write about and listens to him talk about the things he likes. They hang out after school. 

He and London share gardening tips, he’s always trying to convince Dahlia to let him publish her poetry in the newspaper and works on Clementine’s webtoon with her. 

He prefers iced tea to coffee but he drinks it when he’s with Clementine so that she doesn’t feel strange for drinking it. 

He’s a people person and gets along with everyone he talks to because of his calm, welcoming demeanour. 

Let know if you want to be added to the taglist for my WIP - The Moon’s Boy! 

taglist: @itismakyo​ @joyful-soul-collector​ @straysvoices​

[queerdisagreeable]

💫 🌹 and 🌸 for both etienne and matthew?? :0

🌹 Where in the world does your OC feel most at home? Is there any reason why? If it’s not the place they were born, where were they born? Is there a certain somebody that makes them feel at home where ever they may be? What does home mean to them?

Matthew: He’s a simple man, really. Home, to him, could be tea and cookies and a rainy day, a book and a warm jumper. Alas, he has an impulse to find his home in people, rather than in places. He tries to shape the people around him into the warmth he seeks, seeing them as their potential, rather than their actuality. He ‘knows’ that Etienne could be his home, if only he’d stop moving for five minutes to be painted into place. Etienne: He’s a leaf on the wind. He feels most at home wherever he can find adrenaline, trouble, and admiration. Home, as a concept, is something he became alienated from pretty young--I don’t have his backstory fully fleshed out, but it’s safe to say he got kicked out of his family home as a youth. Instead, he finds his home in the places and people that make him feel alive.

💫What is your favourite fact about this character and why?

Matthew: It’s a pretty plot-relevant one, but the fact that he has a photographic memory! Researching the ins and outs of it, and working out what I can twist to be relevant in the low-magic that runs throughout the story without totally giving the game away, has been super fun. Etienne: The fact that he’s an out and out liar. To others, but to himself as well. He could say one thing, and believe it entirely, but were he to self-examine for more than a moment, he’d have a complete identity crisis because of how much of himself is entrenched in a fantasy he’s built up for himself. What the truth is...? Well, that’d be telling...

🌸 What are some of their favourite things and why? List as many as you can think of!

Matthew: Organisation, stationery, scrapbooks/diaries, epistolary novels, fine wine, cheese plates Etienne: The ocean, bird watching (but Extreme. don’t ask), fancy lighters, stage jewellery

[cafedanslanuit]

for @qlassicc​​ ― a dive into your relationship, your love language, your astrology compatibility, romantic headcanons, your playlist, a small story and more [+ info on self-ships scrapbooks, here]

Saeyoung and Kiki's love was put to the test from day one. Ever since she learnt he was a secret agent, her life was turned upside down― but she wouldn’t have it any other way. Long after the storm has passed and Saeyoung reunited with his long lost brother, they can finally enjoy their lives with their soulmates in a house in the country. Finally, she has all the time in the world to focus on the one she loves most, who is also more than excited about starting the best chapter of his life.

ACTS OF SERVICE. In the beginning, it was hard for Saeyoung to get used to the love you shower him with. Even if it felt nice and he knew he should relax and enjoy it, he couldn’t help but find it a little bit strange. However, little by little, he started to realise it was your way to show love― and how could he possibly stop you from doing so? He started trying his best: he would close his eyes when you played with his hair, he would hold your hand against his chest when he was the little spoon and he would kiss your cheek and thank you if he found you preparing food in the kitchen. Letting himself be loved by you turned out to be easier than he initially thought, and once he was finally comfortable, he’s not willing to ever let you go.

♡  Even if Saeyoung is a night owl, there’s nothing he loves more than watching the sunrise. He sits on the field outside your new cottage home, making sure he’s away from Saeran’s flowers (he’s sat on them more than once before). He stares at the hills in silence, admiring how the sky gets brighter and brighter. For him, there’s only one thing that can make it even better: when you come out of the house, groggy eyes and slow steps as you walk up to him. You sink into your knees and press a kiss on his cheek before finding a comfortable position by his side. Saeyoung knows it’s only time before you lay your head on his shoulder and fall asleep again, but he wouldn’t change it for the world. It’s during those silent mornings only accompanied by birds chirping and your steady breathing that he asks himself if this is Heaven after all.

♡  Whenever you get jealous, he can’t help but find it adorable. You’re both standing in the kitchen and all he wants is to grab your cheeks and pinch them― so he does, even if you pout even harder. Before you know it, he’s pulling you into a hug and blowing raspberries all over your face. You squirm under him, feeling his fingers tickle your sides until you can’t do anything else but laugh. You always end up melting into a hug, the two of you holding each other until every trace of annoyance has disappeared.

♡  Even if you live with Saeran and his girlfriend, Saeyoung loves double dates. Once every two weeks, he’ll drag all three of you to the top of a nearby hill for a nice outdoor picnic. However, if he’s feeling especially motivated, he’ll build a make-shift drive-in movie theatre at the back of the house. He projects the movie on a big projection screen he bought just for the occasion and he sets up blankets and cushions on the back of the truck he bought once he moved to the country, making enough space for everyone to sit comfortably. He always picks the movie, but after watching The Room one too many times, he begrudgingly started letting someone else have a pick for once.

♡  Talking about his truck (a nice, red Ford F-150), there’s one more thing he likes doing, and that’s building a pillow fort in the back. He’ll put on some fairy lights and make sure to have your favourite snacks and drinks. Even if watching a movie is an option, he’d rather just talk with you the entire night. He loves to lay on the pillows and look at the stars, telling you all sorts of stories that, even if they may or may not be true, always manage to make you laugh. And for Saeyoung, that is more than enough.

You are an emotional person, while Saeyoung tends to live in the moment, and sometimes he lets his rationality leave no room for emotions. However, even if you may seem different at first, the intensity of your emotions is high. You both get easily jealous and build resentment, but you also love each other passionately. There’s not a trace of shame in how deeply you truly care for each other and how willing you are to put anything in the line to make each other happy.

Saeyoung has his Venus in Gemini and you have yours in Virgo, which means he values intelligence and a quick wit inside a relationship. While you can offer him that, he may step over the line quite a few times and not realise how sensitive you can be. However, both of you are flexible people, so if you put your best into trying to make the relationship work, you shouldn’t have any more problems.

♡ Gravity - Anthony Lazaro

Let's take our ship out in the sky / Fly to the moon and take out a slice / Space Bonnie & Clide riding into the night

Even though Saeyoung never thought he would get to live the life he has now, deep down he always wished for it. So, waking up every morning next to you is a dream come true. Would he dare to think that maybe getting married at the space station could become true as well?

♡ Golden Hour - Kacey Musgraves

I used to get sad and lonely when the sun went down / But it's different now 'cause I love the light that I found in you

When Saeyoung talks about falling in love with you, he always mentions it was like seeing colours for the first time. And he means it. Before you, everything seemed dull and lifeless, and now he finds himself smiling softly when he hears the sound of birds chirping. You truly changed his life for the best.

♡ Like You Do - Joji

And everyone else / They don't matter now / You're the one I can't lose / No one loves me like you do

Neither of you knew love could feel this safe. Like every step you had made in the past was no longer meaningless, because all of them drove you to each other― to a place where you both can finally rest. And that’s exactly what Saeyoung wants to do for the rest of his life.

“There’s no way that’s true.”

“It is! I swear it is!

“It wasn’t just a metaphor? You know, “loving too much, wanting too much”―”

“Nope,” he grins, shaking his head. “Venus was just like the Earth, two billion years ago. Suddenly, there was too much carbon dioxide in the air and that caused the temperatures to get really high. So high it killed all traces of life permanently.”

“So you’re trying to tell me…”

“Yeah. I’m exactly telling you that.” There's a mischievous smile on his face and you’re one step away from thinking he’s just messing with you. Maybe being the new Yoosung was your new role after all.

“Mitski was right? Venus was truly destroyed by global warming?”

“Maybe people did want too much,” he sighed, dramatically “But yeah, it’s true. I’d know, it’s my favourite song, after all.”

You turn to your side and take a look at your boyfriend. His honey eyes are set on the stars above you and his lips are twitched in a calm smile. It’s probably one of your favourite versions of him: relaxed, comfortable, yours. There’s nothing you’d want more than spending the rest of your life just like that― the two of you lying on the back of his truck, forgetting all about the rest of the world.

However, you can’t stop yourself from thinking too much about what he just said.

“It’s such a sad song, though.”

He purses his lips. “Hmm? I guess so.”

“As far as I remember, it’s about feeling lonely,” you say, carefully, as if he was a bird that could take off any minute. “Isn’t it?”

“Yeah,” Saeyoung admits, the stars reflecting on his eyes. You take a slow breath, shuffling closer to him. 

There is a pause before you insist.

“Do you feel lonely, Saeyoung?”

It’s only then that he turns his head to you. While you’re expecting him to confess or to get emotional, a bright smile appears on his face as he shakes his head enthusiastically. He puts his hands on his cheeks and presses his lips against yours, before pulling away with an even bigger grin.

“Not anymore. Not since I met you.”

[ofaphrvdite]

silence ! raise the royal standard, for the prince of russia and king consort of england, MAKSIM ROMANOV, has arrived. being 27 years old, he is out of line to the throne. many around the court call him the mutineer, by virtue of him being dexterous and maverick, while also being  recalcitrant and brazen.  — played by brenton thwaites.

- THE BASICS.

full name: maksim alexei romanov name meaning: maksim ‘the greatest’, alexei ‘defender’ known in history as: king in the shadows, the white wolf date of birth: june 21st, 1639/1992 age: twenty six star sign: cancer profession: freelance photographer (modern verse) / prince of russia, king consort of england (royal verse) loyalty: russia, house romanov, england and house windsor, the entente alignment: chaotic good mbti: estp spoken languages: russian, english, advanced french, intermediate german (royal verse) / english, russian, basic spanish (modern verse) mother’s name: tsarina tatyana romanovna father’s name: tsar ivan romanov siblings, if any: anastasia romanovna-du bourbon, dmitri romanov, vasiliy romanov, karina romanovna height: 6’0” hair colour: brown eye colour: dark brown

- BACKSTORY / MODERN VERSE.

it was an odd thing being born as one half of a whole. coming into the world knowing you would always have another at your side through every new experience. maksim and dmitri romanov were two sides of the same coin from the day they first wailed their first cry. growing up, maksim was determined to stick by his brother’s side for everything. for a time it had only been the three of them. just anastasia, dmitri and him. they had forged a bond early in those days, sharing absolutely everything with eachother that would translate into their adulthood. maksim was patient with his siblings, understanding and above all else, never judged them. 

growing up under the roof of the infamous media moguls, tatyana and ivan romanov, meant that maksim came with a brand that would follow him everywhere. one that only grew when the family began starring on their own reality tv show. everything he knew about himself, he discovered on the cameras. his whole personality shaped around the person he was expected to be for a show. he was less keen of the cameras than his siblings, but his appearances often provided the comic relief with his brother and he became a hit with the younger audience. the first time he’d seen something he’d said on a t-shirt had still been pretty wild though. 

because of the huge spotlight on the family, the twins were sent off to boarding school for their education where there would hopefully be less scrutiny. most of the kids there had parents far too rich to bother about another one joining their rankings, afterall. and it proved to be one of the most helpful periods of his life. boarding school offered him the chance to decide who he wanted to be because trying to work out who you were with a camera shoved in your face was near impossible. though he never consciously made the decision, he had constructed a character in his years on the show, one that would meet the expectations of viewers watching. if anastasia was going to play the part of overbearing older sister, then he would play the lovable but dimwitted jock brother. and for years that’s who he styled himself as.

in truth, maksim was all that and more. yes he liked rebelling and making trouble, but he was happiest at home with a good book or at the local art gallery. whilst he loved any and all sports, his shelves were filled with comic books and limited edition collectibles. it was away from the rest of his family that he could finally grow into himself. realise the things he truly enjoyed to do, the things that he was good at that he didn’t have to share with his other four siblings.

boarding school proved to be destiny in more ways than one. as maksim was finding himself, it led him straight to the love of his life. victoria was at the local girls boarding school, and it took just one school dance for him to fall utterly head over heels for her. they dated all throughout school, never once tiring of the other. she was a grounding force for him, encouraging him to focus on what he wanted and go for it. and in turn he brought thrill to her life that she lacked with such rigid family expectations. they were a perfect match all things considered, and so it was to no ones surprise ( and karina’s absolute horror ) that maks proposed. the couple are now planning for their wedding, which promises to be a grand summer spectacle to all those lucky enough to earn an invite.

whilst he had everything he wanted in victoria, his future still remained a murky mess. every year, maks would go to his careers interview with his school adviser. and every year, he would shrug his shoulders when asked what it was he wanted to do with his life. he knew that his mother was desperate for him to go off to university as anastasia had, and that all hopes were on him because there was no way they’d be able to wrestle dmitri into another classroom once he was off scot-free. and so, despite the fact that he had exactly zero interest in it, when the time rolled around maksim applied to study history. at least it would get the careers adviser off his back, and college might be fun - right? 

wrong. maksim managed to make it through a month of studying before he went home to go to a concert he’d planned with dima months ago. and then never went back. literally never. sayonara to all those shiny pots and pans his parents had gifted him, and the macbook that had one half finished assignment on it and not much else. and so he was back to square one.

rather than sit around at home moping for the camera, maksim took off for a year and went travelling. sure the family had been on some pretty decent holidays over the years, but he wanted to see more. he sent various postcards home from his time in thailand, indonesia and brazil. with everywhere in between. eventually he settled in australia for six months, taking up odd jobs where he could and collecting a group of like-minded friends. all people running away from adult responsibilities for that little bit longer. so while his girlfriend was earning herself a useful degree, maksim was surfing and bungee jumping his way through his inheritance. 

it was during his time in australia that he discovered his love for photography. he’d always loved art, and shown bounds of creativity growing up. whenever he grew too anxious or was failing to concentrate, it was drawing that often centered him. just doodles at first, then panels of his favourite characters from comics. but it was travelling where he really began to utilise the natural eye he had. what began as photographs to share on his instagram, turned into scrapbooks that he would send to victoria to keep her as involved as possible in his life. it was a happy accident that people began to take notice really. the odd person began asking him to take photos of this and that, offering to pay for a headshot here and a small wedding there. nothing major, but enough that maks began to consider it as a real career option. with ana’s persistent encouragement and help, he set up his first photography instagram and took the first step into adulthood.

upon his return to the states, maksim got serious ( as serious as he was capable ) about his career as a freelance photographer. he set up his own website and bookings flooded in. most were either mocking him for his family’s name, or fans, but enough that he could really begin to make a living out of it. with most of his inheritance depleted, it made the whole going out on his own thing all that more tangible and exciting. plus, the freelancing gave him the opportunity to keep up with everything else he wanted to do in life. never making him feel too tied down with responsibility. he could work his jobs around whatever holiday or event he had planned. he didn’t need to hang up his thrill-seeking for good in exchange for the not-so-promised land of being a grown up.

maks is still a photographer, and in the midst of wedding planning. he still makes frequent appearances on the romanov reality show with his other siblings, all of whom he keeps in very close contact with. he splits his time between his parents house and the home he shares with victoria and his pet, danya. finally, he has found his place in life and it’s one that is always changing. and thank god for that, maksim couldn’t bear the thought of an average life.

- BACKSTORY / ROYAL VERSE.

no romanov was born lonely. this could be said twice true of maksim, who came into this world minutes after his twin and thus claiming his destiny as the spare heir between two tiny red fists. one so intrinsically linked to a life of forgotten mediocrity the child would likely never escape. and yet he never felt that left out growing up. yes it was odd that he didn’t have the famed bright romanov eyes of frozen blue and green ( his did not shine, just two hazel pools ) but he had his father’s look about him. that unkempt charm that had warmed the russian people to him in the first place. still, the children at court teased him when the tsarina was not around, jesting that he was no true born romanov like his siblings, but tatyana set them straight with an icy glare. assuring her son that it was not a look he need possess; he was a romanov because of the blood in his veins, the love his family bore him and the loyalty they gave him.

still. the dreaded sword of the middle child hung over him the elder he grew. all around him, his siblings seemed destined for greatness. dmitri, the future tsar of russia, who would remain at home in russia as they all craved. anastasia, who would one day be queen consort to one of the greatest nations and alliances their mother could possibly bring about. vasiliy, a third son, was near ten times smarter than he would ever be and would prove an asset to any crown he advised, he was sure of it. and karina, the baby of the family and yet already so sure of her own mind, and so doted on as the youngest. maksim adored each and every one of them, and was proud to be brother to their eminence. he was a good man at heart, and cared for his family deeply as was the romanov way, taking up the mediator hand in hand with vasiliy to quell the chaos of their family. for though he was gifted with a boisterous disposition, he was far more level-headed than the elder two and often brought logic to otherwise ridiculous fights. but he lacked a purpose of his own. though he was quite the charmer, always flirting with ladies at court and wreaking innocent havoc with his elder siblings, there was no talent of his own to focus on. maksim was intelligent in his quiet way, a strategic mind just waiting to be sharpened if only someone offered him the chance. if someone would just look to him, just once. 

the tsarina and tsar grew anxious for their lost boy. their other children all seemed so certain of their path, of their skills and talents, and maksim stood in the middle of it all with nothing of his own to claim. it was his mother ( she had always lavished affection on her third, never wanting him to feel lesser with two elder siblings already lining up for a crown ) that had guided him to a purpose. urging ivan romanov to encourage battle strategy and warfare in maksim, to forge him into a warrior and hero. at fourteen, his lessons began and maksim took to them like a duck to water. wielding sword and shield as if he had been born for knighthood, not life as a prince. though he still has moments of doubt about how useful he is to his family, at least now he had a skill to prove himself.

and he needn’t have waited long for a chance. war had raged throughout europe for long enough, and he had remained unaffected for far too long. when armies were called, both he and dmitri at just eighteen were sent with the imperial army into war as generals. and maksim would be given his first taste of war and combat outside of a tournament or training. and it was glorious. until it wasn’t.

the rush of the fight didn’t linger long, and months away from home soon sapped all that naive boyhood from his features. the brothers saw eachother through their first kill, steadying their twin soul until they could stand again at their side. maksim proved able of compartmentalising the worst of it all to deal with at a time where the horrors could rip him apart in the safety of his own home. for so long he had lived without responsibility, always the spare and never the heir, and yet it was war that forced him to step up. to care for his brother in the way he had always looked after him. years of loyalty, repaid at the worst time. still, the brothers managed to find glimpses of light, including rescuing two stray puppies that they hoped might keep the darkness at bay at night. they named the terriers danya and nadya, and vowed to keep them safe until they could return home.

the terrors of war left scars unseen on the young prince, despite returning home relatively unscathed. it was the brutal separation from his twin brother that had left the greatest trauma behind. they had been together all their lives, and together when they’d been parted - both with the matching scars as painful reminder. maksim had been knocked unconscious and awoke to the sharp realisation that his brother had been taken. when he eventually found his way back to camp, all the men turned to stare as if they’d seen a ghost, not a bloodied prince returning from battle. the romanov twins had been missing and presumed dead for days, and yet it had been the most useless one that straggled back. it didn’t take long for the tsarina to call maksim home, grieving the loss of her eldest and too fearful to lose another. maks returned to the winter palace with the two bundles of danya and nadya, the sole link he had to dima, and a promise to keep them safe in his absence. he was hailed a hero upon his homecoming for the strength he had shown in war, the sacrifices he’d made. but the medal pinned to his jacket had brought more nausea than it did pride. what good was dressed up metal when his brother hadn’t returned with him?

the months following passed in a blur. dealing with stately visits as the new elder in the family, with anastasia long since whisked away to france, in between the moments of solitude he sought where he would paint to ease the terrible things he’d seen or play with karina who so often clung to him in those first few days. even sneaking into vasiliy’s imposed quarantine when he could to keep his brother’s spirits high proved a much welcome distraction. it was only as the war came to a head, and foreign rulers from all over began to take note of the damage they had sustained, that things began to change.

a summit had been called at bern, and all foreign rulers were invited to attend in the name of peace. not only was this an opportunity for the tsarina to aid in ending the war and to reunite the family with their long lost russian princess, but to further her already fruitful alliances. karina was still unwed, as was vasiliy, and so both came with maksim to the summit in hopes of securing other strongholds in europe. maks, of course had long since been taken. from a young age, a betrothal with the princess of england, victoria, had been arranged for the young prince. they had met once upon a time as children, but had not taken to eachother as their parents had hoped. but the young couple were reunited at bern, their countries now on opposing sides of a war that their marriage could be useful in ending. maksim had been determined to dislike her, and so of course he had fallen for the fair victoria the moment he had laid his eyes on her.

it didn’t take long for love to grow between the two royals. maksim especially grew taken with her strong will, sharp mind and seemingly unreachable beauty. it was shaping up to be quite the fairytale, until the succession of england’s throne had been thrown into chaos with the queen’s deepest secret now uncovered. the future king charles, was of no royal blood at all, but a bastard born from an affair of the queen’s who swiftly lost her head for it. it was victoria who was now the heir, and that left maksim once again out of use, left out in the cold. england sought a better alliance now that victoria was now crown princess. though eventually things were settled, maksim proving he could be a worthy consort, this period of time left him feeling more insecure than ever of his true worth.

with the matters of succession sorted, maksim grew unsure about his future responsibilities. he had never really wanted a crown, only dreaming of the russian throne if it meant he could remain with his family forever. he doesn’t believe himself worthy of it in any way, certainly not good enough to stand at victoria’s side as her consort. he was a warrior at his core, an honourable one, but that made it no less true that his mind was not made for negotiating at high tables. maks doesn’t want to be any kind of king, but he wants to be with victoria. it is that undying need to make her happy and keep her safe, to do anything she asks of him, that has kept him by her side. even if it means making himself a reluctant ruler. this was only solidified by the attempt on her life during the pirates invasion of bern, an assassination attempt on the newly named heir to the throne. almost losing her was all the confirmation he needed that he would never leave her side. and a good thing too, for the time between their marriage and coronation was shorter than they could ever have prepared for. during the final days of the summit, the now infamous explosions struck bern, leaving multiple casualties in its wake. one of which had been the king of england, making victoria the overnight queen. 

life was turned upside down once again with his arrival to versailles as the newly crowned consort of england. dmitri had resurfaced after years of them living with the belief that he was long dead. the romanov’s had come to terms with their loss, just barely piecing back together a heart that would always be missing a jagged piece. now maksim must struggle with the old and new parts of himself to reconcile with a man who wears his dima’s face but is not the brother he once knew. all whilst struggling with responsibilities he never asked for, and a wife who has lost more than she could ever deserve.

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okay I couldn’t help myself

OTP questions for Caphart (Diego x Sam) from this post.

1. Who likes to sit in the other’s lap?

Sam is petite so more often than not, Sam is in Diego’s lap. Diego might do it to make Sam blushy.

2. On a cold day, who likes to snuggle up to the other?

*banging on pots and pans* SAMMY IS VERY CUDDLY!! Definitely Sam, unless he’s already in bed and Diego isn’t... He would whine at Diego to join him though. He’s just really warm and Sam isn’t and why isn’t he holding his boyfriend already??

3. Who cooks the food and who does the dishes?

They share cooking and dishes pretty evenly, though Sam is the one who decides what to cook. Stuff like that becomes family bonding time where the kids help when they can with the cooking and then do most of the dishes because they need character building goddammit.

4. How would they describe each other to loved ones who haven’t met their partner yet?

Big oof okay two parts for this and I’ll write it from their point of view bc I’m extra: 

Sam- “Oh goodness, where do I even begin? He’s absolutely wonderful. He’s cute, and he’s funny, and he’s so flirty; ugh, I just love him so much. He loves dancing, and I love watching him dance. He’s just so elegant and I can’t handle it! Ah! And when he looks at me with those chestnut eyes, oh I just melt you know? Okay, I need to go find him now. I need him to kiss me.”

Diego- “Hah, Sammy... He is one of the most intelligent people I have ever met. He’s also one of the kindest. He would let you insult him and he would still worry about your well-being. He is also very energetic and it’s cute, but when he’s focused on something, it’s like he’s a completely different person. Hmm... He’s also very loving. I don’t go a single day without a kiss or a hug from him. To me, he’s perfect and I could not have asked for someone better.”

5. Who is more likely to kiss their partner on their forehead?

Sam. Yes, he’s shorter, but that won’t stop him from lifting up on the tips of his toes or catching Diego while he’s sitting, brushing away his hair, and planting a soft kiss on his forehead. Diego’s expression softens from a big grin to an adoring smile every. damn. time.

6. Who makes a scrapbook of all their memories to give to their partner for a special event? Ex- anniversary, birthday, etc.

I don’t really see either of them doing this. They’re both really busy as it is and every second they have free, they spend it with the other.

7. Where would they go to get away from everyone else and just be alone?

Outside. Why? Sam loves stars and the night sky. Diego will take him outside in the moonlight and just hold him as Sam lists off the names of constellations, the favorite stars, and obscure knowledge about them. They might also slow dance to the sounds of nature around them, no music. They don’t need music, they are already each other’s favorite song.

8. Who would want to take cute pictures for Instagram?

Sam is a very aesthetically oriented person. Definitely him. I see Diego as a person that would rather live in the moment and not really care about stopping to take a picture.

9. Who would most likely call their partner, dude, babe and idiot, all in the same sentence?

Probably Sam, but maybe not “idiot”. He gets very excited while talking about/to his bf. Actually... If Diego did something really bold like a public proposal with doves and roses and music, Sam might call him an idiot while recalling it, but very fondly with a soft smile on his face.

10. How do they let their loved ones know they are dating?

Diego? With a howler probably. “I HAVE A CUTE BOYFRIEND AND HIS NAME IS SAM!!” I feel like Sam would forget until someone asks, “So who was that boy that was holding your hand and making you giggle like that?” “Are you finally dating Diego? You’ve been pining for him for like a year now.”

11. Who breaks out in a dance when they hear their favourite song and who joins their partner dancing no matter what they are currently doing?

Sam gets excited really easily and can never hold still for any length of time, so you can bet your ass he would jam out to Bohemian Rhapsody by Queen or Don’t Stop Me Now. Diego... that’s a little obvious.

12. If they each went to go buy an outfit for one another, what would they get?

Diego knows Sam likes cozy and warm things. He would probably get him a sweater or cardigan and something soft to go with it. Sam... wouldn’t really know because there are just so many things he wants to see Diego in and can’t decide.

13. Who still blushes when their partner compliments them?

.... SAMMY! Big shocker, I know. But Sam might be able to make Diego blush if he surprises him enough... It probably wouldn’t be with something the children should hear...

14. What memories do they share together that will stay with them forever?

Their first date together. I will write this eventually. Probably today/tomorrow.

15. Who would dedicate a song to their partner at a karaoke night? Bonus - what song would it be and why?

Diego, mostly because Sam is too shy to sing in front of other people unless it’s his friends (or he’s a little tipsy). Never Gonna Give You Up comes to mind, mainly because it’s the 80′s and Diego would totally sing Sam an upbeat, super sappy song.