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[katewritesthings]

Learning to Deal

So, I've never written fic before, so please be kind. I've had to drink a bottle of wine to finish the smut and gain the courage to post. Please be funny when you tell me this sucks. :D (I also have ideas for a few more short blurbs in this universe)

•pairing: Joe Burrow x Original Female Character

•summary: Caroline Stevens had been known to the fans of the Bengals' as Sam Hubbard's best friend since he got drafted. Now she's dating his teammate Joe Burrow and must navigate the logistics that come with that

•word count: 4.3k

•warnings: SMUT, SMUT, SMUT. Slight angst. Angry Sex. Dom/Sub dynamics. Slight Daddy Kink. Light choking. Ass smacking. Cursing. Drinking. Cannabis Use. Lots of other stuff. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

Caroline Steven was sure she’d never get used to how overwhelming being a plus one to an NFL starter could be. Since her childhood best friend, Sam, had been drafted by their hometown football team, she’d attended her fair share of over-the-top events with budgets bigger than her teaching salary. (That is, when Sam happened to be single and his mother was not an appropriate option.) This routine would be coming to an end shortly, though.

Over the last year, Caroline had started seeing one of Sam’s teammates, Joe. Meaning that the next time they walked into a jungle-themed room, she would be on the arm of the man she wanted to walk in with, and Sam would not be hindered in attempting to fix his single status. (at least for the night).

Although he was one of the most private (read: shy) people Caroline had ever met, Joe somehow managed to become the face of the Bengals. Seriously, the guy was so closed off when she first met him that Caroline was convinced Joe hated her. It wasn’t that Caroline disliked the fact that her boyfriend was charismatic enough to become a franchise player; she just hated the legalities that came with it. 

It would only take the entire next Monday arguing with the agents and publicists that the NFL and Bengals put together to officially be Dating Joe Burrow™. Caroline was more than ready to be able to claim the beautiful man she grew to love as her boyfriend, but she knew that Joe was a little more hesitant about what compromises they were going to have to make as a couple to get this approved through the league. There were whispers about using their anniversary to make sponsored posts already.

Walking into the banquet hall the Bengals had rented at Moerlein Lager House, Caroline scanned the room for her boyfriend. While they had texted a few times throughout the day, their conversation before Joe dropped her off yesterday had been acting… off. Joe seemed a little put off about having to use his personal life for marketing, but Caroline hoped he saw her as worth it. The two made their way to a table to the left of the entrance, where champagne flutes were set out for guests to take. 

“Calm down, Stevie." Sam’s voice brought her back to reality, using her childhood nickname. “I really don’t think Danny Devito is here; there’s no need for such excitement.” “You’re such a goober!” Caroline chuckled, pushing a stray auburn curl out of her eyes. “I just wanted to see if I could see Joe. You act like it wasn’t you who set us up, don’t act like you’re annoyed with how we act together.” 

Before Sam could spit a comeback at Caroline, two arms wrapped around her middle and squeezed her tight. Joe’s deep voice boomed, “Hey, babe," before kissing her on the cheek and greeting Sam. Ja’Marr, Irv, and Tee. joined the three, drinks in hand. Greetings were exchanged before Ja’Marr nudged Caroline.

“Damn, girl. I didn’t know your Ms. Frizzle ass had dresses that didn’t have dinosaurs and shit on them.” With an eye-roll, Caroline pulled at the hem of her black dress, trying to make it come farther down than the upper thigh. She was far more comfortable in her themed dresses and cardigans, which helped engage her second-grade students. “I didn’t know you had that much skin; I almost thought your legs was made of cloth like some stuffed animal.”

Before Caroline could laugh at Ja’Marr’s roast, she heard Joe’s laugh, and his grip tightened on her hip. “Don’t be mad, Ja’Marr. You’ve just been salty that I’m the one she chose to know how much skin she has and how to stuff her.”

At that moment,t the various reactions rang through the group. Tee and Irv sent a chorus of “oooohs” to the circle of six. Caroline nearly choked on her drink and sent a look of confusion and panic to Sam, who responded with a chuckle and a “Well, this got weird. This is my signal to leave.”

Caroline turned out the remaining four men, making fun of Sam for running away when sexual topics came up while her mind raced with thoughts. Caroline shifted in her spot, tugging at her dress again. 

Joe seemed to notice Caroline zoning out because a whisper in her ear brought her back to reality. “I’m sorry, Caro. It came out before I could think. I had two drinks before you got here; I'm so sorry.” Tee, Irv, and Ja’Marr were still in conversation, now about the chances Sam would find enough alcohol and a girl to make him warm up to the sexual topics tonight.

Caroline let out a sigh and excused her and Joe from the group. She led them to a corner near a window overlooking Great American Ball Park and a partial view of the river. “You’re forgiven, Joe. You know, I just hate when you get vulgar.” “I completely understand. You’re not a piece of meat. I promise I’ll only brag about our fantastic sex life and your crazy body when you start the conversation.”

 Caroline leaned even farther on her tiptoes than her heels assisted, and kissed Joe on the chin. “That’s all I ask, baby.”

—

Ironically enough, Joe and Caroline had that conversation at the beginning of the night because, at present, the couple currently found themselves in a small group of Bengals and some of their plus ones from the party, playing a drinking game that required the player to answer the question on the card drawn or drink. The night had gone smoothly after the small speed bump that happened when Caroline arrived, so she found herself relaxing into Joe’s side, enjoying the early morning hours.

A small group of Joe and his teammates had decided that after a season of abstaining from partying as hard as they wanted, they’d continue the celebration in the suite Ja’Marr and Joe had previously booked in a nearby hotel. Something had told them they would be too incapacitated to drive and would want to celebrate as late as possible.

“Oooo! My turn! I pick... Joe!” Irv’s little sister Rachel, exclaimed to the circle. Her words were slurred from the mix of whiskey and weed she had been ingesting, but the entertainment was evident in her voice. It was obvious she was enjoying the usually serious men lose themselves in fits of giggles when another teammate admitted something embarrassing.

“What’s the most amount of people you’ve hooked up with in a night?”

“Three,” Joe mumbled, not picking up his drink. 

Caroline sucked in a breath. She knew this, while they didn’t quite know everything about each other yet, she and Joe had talked a lot in the time of their relationship. Early on, though, they found out that their sexual and romantic history was best left on an “ask-only” basis. Caroline knew herself better than to have Joe tell her everything at once. After his last long-term relationship ended, she watched from afar as he numbed himself in ways she didn’t even want to think about. She knew it was best for herself if she only found out what she needed to know and she believed that included whether or not she would be in the same room with one of Joe’s random hookups. Joe seemed to share the same mentality because he had only ever asked her vague questions. 

Next was Irv’s turn to pick a person to interrogate and a card. He scanned the group and chose Sam. His voice filled the air, reading from the card, “What was your most embarrassing sexual experience? Describe what you remember in detail.” “Fuck off, it does not say that!” Sam protested across the table from Caroline. “I’m afraid it does, Sammy boy,” Irv laughed back, waiting for Sam’s embarrassment. Caroline’s eyes shut as she laughed at her best friend’s discomfort. This situation was so much funnier to her than the one earlier in the night. Caroline wasn’t sure if it was because there was some light ribbing going on, the presence of women, and a game that was about bonding, gave her comfort in a way that was not present when it was just Caroline and 5 men.

 “Well, I guess when I was like 16… uh…. The girl I lost my virginity to…,” Sam stuttered. Caroline’s eyes instantly opened. She knew this story. She had figured in 10 years and a professional sports career later, he would have more embarrassing memories. “Well, uh… We had decided that maybe we would try mouth stuff, y’know. Well, uhh. St-she went down on me for the first time and uh.. .she vomited on me.” Sam stuttered through the whole beginning of the story while everyone else was gasping for air through their laughs. “You got puked on?!” T.B. said through howls. 

“Well, that’s not all.. We both made so much noise when my lap got covered. Ma-her brother came bursting through her bedroom door, and, uh.. he caught us.” Caroline shifted in her weight and faintly joined in the echoing laughter. Joe looked at her with a quizzical look and took another hit of the blunt being passed around. Joe wasn’t usually much of a partier, but the Bengals had put up a hell of a fight this season and it looked like her boyfriend was damn sure goign to celebrate it.. He had slowed down on his drinking after embarrassing himself earlier in the night, but Caroline had seen him with a honey-flavored backwood and at least two different rolled swishers throughout the night.

Before Joe could make anything of it, Sam’s name pulled him out of his thoughts to see Tee’s placing a card on the table. It was Caroline’s turn and she was answering telling the most legal trouble she had ever been in.

“So, basically, Sam had gone to practice and I woke up before he did. I went down to the kitchen in his house and two of his roommates were talking about me over breakfast. They were basically saying the most vile things you could think of and it only got more vulgar once they saw me. I threw a cast iron skillet at one of them and was banned from OSU’s campus.” She had shared this secret with Joe a few weeks into seeing each other. He had heard a vague version when Sam moved out of his house midseason. Caroline filled him in on the details after they were together to let him know why she was so sensitive about being in ceratin situations.

The card game continued for another ten minutes before some member of the group suggested they play ‘Never Have I Ever.’ This time, Caroline caught the look Joe sent her as she filled her glass to get ready to play. “You’re sure you’re okay with this? They’re going to get even more raunchy.”

Caroline licked her lips before forming them into a smile. “I’m fine, Joey. I’m having fun, I promise. And if I get uncomfortable, we can always say one of us is tired. Just squeeze my hip twice.”

Rachel explained the modified “late night, here to get fucked up” rules. They’d go around the circle and each person would say something they had never done. Every person has five fingers up and puts a finger down and takes a drink for every time they’ve done what someone else hasn’t. Once all five fingers are down, the person chugs their drink and is out.

The rules seemed easy enough and before long the game was on and laughs filled the air. Caroline wasn’t really paying attention to who had done what. Except Joe. She knew she shouldn’t, but this was a loophole in learning things about him, and without all the details. So far the score had gone as follows:

“Had sex in a football field” - Joe drank. Caroline drank. “Ever made out with someone of the same sex” Joe didn’t drink. Caroline drank. (Joe winked at her) “Cheated on someone” Joe drank. Caroline didn’t drink. “Been cheated on.” Both drank. “Broken a bone.” Both drank.

The group was in good humor, consistently whooping at Caroline when she had admitted she did something. Rachel had changed gears from trying to get everyone’s dirty secrets to just getting Caroline out, picking topics for her and Irv that they had known would get her out.

They were both down to their last finger and Caroline was starting to get drowsy. She had drunk quite a few times during this game and had been tipsy before. Maybe if she were more sober, she would have realized one of the two things happening within the next moment. Rachel gave Caroline a jokingly competitive stare before mouthing you’re going down.

“Never have I ever fucked someone in this room.”

Being the level of intoxicated she was, Caroline didn’t realize that an odd number of people in the room put their fingers down and took a swig of their drink. She also didn’t realize that, while Joe was intoxicated, he was mainly high which caused his mind to work in overdrive. This meant that Joe had noticed that there was an odd number of people who put their fingers down in the room.

Caroline had her cup tipped to the ceiling and was almost to the bottom of it when she felt two distinct squeezes on her hip and her boyfriend growling her name barely loud enough for her to hear. Her mind started racing at what Joe could.

“Actually guys, I’m feeling a little past my limit and am probably going to lay down. Caroline, care to join?” Joe’s strained voice came through his tightly clenched jaw. Caroline followed Joe as he stood up and made his way down the hallway of the suite toward their bedroom.

“Are you feeling okay, Joe?” The question hung between them while Joe fumbled with the keycard and the door handle. Caroline tried to not let her mind race too much as she replayed the last three minutes in her head. If anything, she should be the one a little upset in her opinion. Joe had admitted to cheating on someone in the past, and although she knew of the incidents, she couldn’t fathom why admitting she had sex with Joe would set him off so much.

A low grumble she couldn’t make out brought her out of her thoughts as Joe ushered her through the door.

“Please?” Caroline questioned, indicating to Joe to repeat what he said. “Why didn’t you tell me you fucked him?” Joe demanded again, this time loud enough for the redhead to hear. She was standing a the foot of the bed while Joe still had his hand on the deadbolt. “Uhm, what and who are we talking about again?” Caroline nervously laughed, attempting to put the pieces of the puzzle together in her head. It hit her the same time Joe’s steeled blue eyes met her brown ones and he repeated the question. “Why didn’t you tell me you fucked Sam?” the third time the question was presented to Caroline, frustration and anger overtook her drunken state. “What in the world are you talking about, Joe? When I told you I didn’t need to know details of your sex life you told me the same?” Caroline was confused. She never intentionally kept anything from her boyfriend. 

“I did ask. The first time we hooked up,” Joe’s voice came out strained. He had moved towards the middle of the large room. All Caroline wanted to do was crawl in the large bed directly in front of her and cuddle her boyfriend. This night definitely took multiple turns. “You did not! You asked me if you were the first professional athlete I had gone down on.” Caroline was exasperated now. She didn’t want Joe to think she was lying.

Caroline walked into the bathroom for a chance to break Joe’s gaze. When she reached the mirror she began taking the pins out of her curls. “And I very clearly heard the story of the first time you had that experience tonight, with our mutual best friend, Caro.” Joe loosened his tie as he emphasized the last few words of his sentence. He was angrier than Caroline had ever seen him off the field and she hated that it was because of her. 

The redhead turned her body to face the door where her boyfriend stood. Even when angry, the man was beautiful. Brown waves fell onto his face nose and cheeks red from a mixture of intoxication and anger. He had his button-up undone to his sternum and was working on taking off his belt.

“And I had told you that story when Matthew asked if you knew how to use a lock! I told you he walked in on me in high school and you cut me off. Plus, that happened well before Sam was drafted, therefore not a pro athlete. I thought you were asking if I was a groupie trying to add another to the list.” “I genuinely thought you knew babe,” she said from in front of the mirror, her eyes taking in Joe. He had leaned against the doorway and was watching her in a manner that made her unsure of what he was thinking. Usually, communication was easy between them. Disagreements never lasted long because even if they had conflicting feelings on a subject, they were both willing to hear it from the other’s perspective to attempt to understand.

Caroline unfastened the back of the earrings she was wearing and placed them down in the travel jewelry box she had placed on the counter earlier in the evening. “I told you about how I was a nerdy ginger in high school and had to make a mutual agreement to lose my virginity to my best friend. You didn’t want to know who”

Joe took a deep breath and rubbed his bottom lip between his thumb and forefinger. “I guess, I didn’t think it was Sam. You guys went to different schools.”

“That’s cute that you thought high school Stevie could’ve gotten the attention of a boy besides Sam.” Caroline made the joke, hoping to lighten the mood. It didn't.

“He went to an all-boys school, and everyone in my school was repulsed by me, so we made a pact to keep up with the Joneses, so to speak. When everyone in middle school was talking about making out, we didn’t want to feel left out, and that sort of just progressed on to other things…”

“Do you have feelings for him?” Joe’s eyes flickered with a flash of emotion as he cut her off, clearly not wanting to hear the details. “Oh my God. Absolutely not in the way you’re asking.” Caroline’s brown eyes made sure to keep eye contact with Joe’s blue ones, she wasn’t going to be the first to look away. “It was really just experimenting, Joe.” “When was the last time? Did I know you?” Joe questioned, anger still seeping through his voice. Caroline felt a lump grow in her throat when she thought back to the last time she and Sam had hooked up, or at least attempted to. It was during her and Sam’s sophomore year in college and he had invited her up to visit him at Ohio State. “It was the day we met. At Ohio State.” Caroline uttered. Sam had insisted on taking her to Woody’s, the on-campus tavern, to meet with some of the second-string freshmen. Joe barely said hello to her, before returning his attention to the playbook in front of him. The room was silent for a minute before Joe broke their eye contact, standing up straight. Rubbing his fingers against his lip again, he turned his head to the side. “Fuck, Caro.  I just hate that he’s had what’s mine.” Before Caroline could get out the words, ‘What’s yours?’” Joe closed the few steps between the two. 

“Yes, Caroline. You’re mine.” His proximity to Caroline caused her back to turn flush against the counter. “And tonight I’m going to mark my territory.”

A warm feeling of realization washed over Caroline when she realized what Joe meant. Or maybe it was horniness. Because at that very moment, his hand wrapped around Caro’s throat and bucked his hips into hers.

A moan of agreement left Caroline’s plump maroon lips, causing Joe to growl. “That’s right, baby. I’m going to take what’s mine. But first, on your knees.”

Excitement sent of chill throughout Caroline’s body. She liked it when Joe was dominantt, but it rarely ever happened without her explicitly asking for it. What can she say, the man was all about her gratification by default. 

Before her knees even made contact with the cold tile, Joe’s cock was out and hitting her in the face. A smile spread across her face before she opened her mouth and gave a lick to the head. Caroline still had her tongue out and she worked her mouth down Joe’s shaft. When the head hit the back of her throat, she closed her lips and wiggled her tongue. 

“That’s right, baby,” Joe smirked, raking his hands through the auburn curls at his pelvis. Caroline brought a hand up to cup his balls, retracting her tongue and beginning to move her back and forth. “Fuck.” Joe bucked his hips into his girlfriend’s mouth, causing her to gag a bit. “Gag on Daddy’s cock, that’s right.” He demanded, causing Caroline to loosen her jaw and attempt to take the rough fucking her face was receiving. That was new.

After a few moments filled with slurps and moans, Joe finally spoke again. “Get up. Turn around.” Joe’s voice was still gruff with anger, but possesiveness and lust had also joined in. If Caroline hadn’t already been wet from the worship Joe had just demanded from her, she would’ve been after Joe gave her ass a smack and returned his left hand to her throat. They made eye contact in the mirror in front of them.

“After tonight, there’s going to be no doubt you’re mine last.” Joe leaned in and whispered into her ear. His right hand busied itself tugging down the thong she had under her dress. Caroline lifted her leg slightly to step out of the thin material, Joe took this as his opportunity to line up the head of his dick with the slick of her pussy.

The tip of his dick entered her warmth and he whispered, “My girlfriend,” as he slammed his entire length into her. White pleasure tore through Caroline’s pelvis when this happened. Joe was not small, and feeling him push his entire length into her gave her a sense of fullness that she craved.

Pulling out slowly, his eye contact never wavered from Caroline’s. “On MY arm for events.” He thrust into her again, then pulled out even slower causing a whimper to escape Caroline’s smudged lips. “Mine,” Joe repeated, burying himself to the hilt again. “Any objections?” Caroline shook her head, making sure to keep her brown eyes locked on Joe’s blue ones. She wanted to see his reaction.

“No, sir.”

And she was glad she did. Joe’s eyes somehow got even darker with lust as his right hand pushed her back down, so her chest was flat on the counter and his left found her throat again. The marble dug into her thighs, but at this point, the pain was mixing with the pleasure, Joe thrusting aggressively into her.

Caroline couldn’t make out the chain of expletives leaving Joe’s mouth as she began to feel the intense pleasure building inside her. “I’m so close, Daddy,” she whined, trying on the new title Joe had given himself earlier. “I wanna come on your cock so bad.” If Caroline thought Joe lost himself in lust earlier, she was wrong. He let out a guttural moan and stood Caroline back up again, without removing the hand from her throat. He moved his hand from her back to her clit. He used his long fingers to work circular motions on the sensitive nerves until Caroline lost herself to her pleasure and began twitching lightly. She wasn’t sure if she was actually moaning or just imagining it until Joe’s voice coached her through her orgasm. “I know, darling,” He planted a kiss on her head. “I know, you’re doing such a good job, just breathe.” He peppered more kisses over the top of her head before he moaned again. “I’m going to come, babe. Get on your knees and open your mouth.” Caroline did as she was told, quickly. She wasn’t going to give Joe a reason to question whether she liked this side of him or not. Joe pumped his fist around his dick twice before warm ropes came shooting towards Caroline, most of it making it in her mouth, a little on her lips and chin. She took Joe’s thumb and wiped the excess, before making eye contact and engulfing it in her mouth. After swirling her tongue around Joe’s thumb a few times, she swallowed. She set her lips in an ‘O’ to show off her newly empty mouth to Joe. “Fuck, Caro. You’re going to be the death of me,” Joe said laughing, his cheeks flushed. He patted his girlfriend's head before saying, “Now go clean up so we can go to sleep. I need you to get some rest before I wake you up.” “Oh, yeah?,” Caroline cocked an eyebrow, still on the ground. Her thighs were starting to ache from never taking off her heels. “Yeah, I’m going to fill you with cum and then we’re going to go eat brunch with the rest of the suite,” Joe said, sternness still in his voice.

Caroline stood up and looked at herself in the mirror. Her makeup was smudged and her hair was a rat’s nest, she thought about how this was the happiest she had ever been. Though, she was certain if she continued finding and loving new sides of Joe, it wasn’t the happiest she would ever be.

[ctl-yuejie]

10 BL men I want carnally (or so the title goes)

really ristricted myself to the roles + only men (otherwise this would take me days to compile) - I will be taking the "carnally" seriously.

tagged by @williamrikers and @bengiyo (I believe) <3

Gong Jun as Xia Yao in Advance Bravely

listen, I am focusing on the roles but also: it's Gong Jun - one of the most gorgeous men I have ever seen. He is both feisty and baby in this. I do like hunky men, I like short kings. But from time to time I feel like sparring with a tall guy who I can later bully in bed. And he is also bratty and pouty in this series and gets spanked. I think I can work with that.

2. Mark Pakin as Nick in Only Friends

I think I have said enough that Boston is a dick and also that I can see my younger self in him. So with Mark's *gestures wildly* everything, Nick clearly falls into the most gorgeous men alive category that I also want to make cry in bed. We know Boston is great at sex. But he also stuck with Nick, so I really want to know what he can do. He should probably ride me.

3. Mix Sahaphab as Wen in Moonlight Chicken

besides Mix being stunning, both in terms of looks and in terms of character Wen is not someone I would usually go for. But he has sensuality down, and that first look at Uncle Jim had Uncle Jim feeling a specific type of way and agree to take him home with him and I cannot argue with that. And I do like a guy who can do a one night stand.

4. Tay Tawan as Shin in 3 Will Be Free

why are you, as a man, holding a guys waist while craning your head to get all the french kisses? well, you could be Tay Tawan as Shin. Both beautiful and oh so moody and brooding when you think your first crush is into the the stunning women at your side. This is the perfect threesome and I would very much like to be part of it.

5. Joong Archen as Joke in Hidden Agenda

whatever this series was and despite his character being a bit underwritten, one thing the writing team made sure of was to let us know that Joke can arrange your body in any way he wants. he's both very caring and soft which doesn't quite fit the intensity of the "carnally" theme, but just watching him lift Zo up gives me so many ideas to what else he can do. and he said himself, that sex with him is going to make you feel very good.

6. Fandy Fan as Hsia Yu Hao and Zach Lu as Qiu Ziu Xuan in Crossing the Line

both stunning. I appreciate that Hsia Yu Hao dreams of getting dominated a bit and while they are young and inexperienced the electricity in the shower room scene gives me all the confidence that they both know what to do. Plus points for the possibilities to fuck all over the gym when you're young and horny and don't care that much about the mood of a place.

7. Net Siraphob as King in Bed Friend

do I still have to watch the show? yes. but just by looking at the gifsets I am very certain that he should be at the top of any "desiring carnally" list. he is cocky, knows what to do with his hands, has some great moves (that bed jump), is kinky and his eyes convey how much he loves to fuck and how turned on he is at all times. he also seems very sweet and caring. even I would consider him as boyfriend material. and that is wildly out of the norm.

8. Kouhei Takeda as Nozue and Kimura Tatsunari as Togawa in Oldfashion Cupcake

you just know that they are great at sex, even before the infamous thumb scene. the sensuality, the amount of pent-up horniness togawa brings to the table. and while he probably hasn't gotten laid for some time i get the feeling that nozue is naturally good in bed once he feels comfortable in his body. they would make for some really great slow and dirty saturday evening sex.

9. Boss Chaikamon as Phayu in Love in The Air

yes, this is Boss being an excellent kisser but that makes it canon for Phayu in the show. Usually not that into getting dommed necessarily but oh boy would I make an exception for him. (Prapai and his beagle energy and sex at the workplace was a hot contender though).

10. Gap Jakarin as Yai in The Sign

cannot believe I only now arrived at a himbo character but here he is. you could offer to ride him and he would say thank you and maybe shed a little tear about it. maybe not the best technique but definitely the energy to balance it out.

honorary mentions: Daddy Dan (Papang Phromphiriya) in Only Friends...maybe not the most adventerous but he is very charming and a great kisser, Daddy Chan (Peter Knight) in KinnPorsche ...while the whole cast is stupidly hot all characters would annoy me too much to even consider for a one night stand. daddy chan however..., Time (JJ Chalach) in KinnPorsche that being said..he cheats on the most beautiful being that is Tay who still sticks with him so I guess the dick has to be fantastic

tagging everyone who wants to have a go!

[acacia-may]

Phew, ok... I don't know if you know this Fairy Tail ship, since it's more in the anime, only a bit thoug, but I really love Erik/Cobra x Kinana. One of my fav ships in FT, honestly, so can I reqest them? 💚💝🤍 would be nice, but you don't need to do them if you don't like it.

Thank you so much for the ask, Anon, and for being so sweet & polite💕 Oh my goodness! I think I may have genuinely squealed when I saw this in my inbox because I love these two so much!! 🥰 I have a tendency to get really attached to side characters and also ships between side characters (when I do get into shipping), and honestly, I was just telling my sister over the weekend that Erik/Kinana might rank in my Top 5 favorite Fairy Tail ships. I never imagined that I would get asked to write for them though so I'm seriously giddy right now--really, getting to write these for you has made my whole day!! 💖 I hope you'll like what I've come up with!

Questions from this "Bye Bye Writer's Block" Ask Game

Kinabra [Erik/Cobra x Kinana] Headcanons

💚-- General

Kinana is an amazing cook and loves making Erik's favorite foods for him. He is so touched by how she always remembers what foods he likes best and makes his favorite meals, and he takes it upon himself to try to return the favor. He knows many of the foods Kinana likes but also asks some of her friends for suggestions in case he's missing out on any; then, with the help of some of his friends in Crime Sorcière, Erik practices cooking the dishes so he can prepare a special meal of all of her favorite things. He's not nearly as talented a cook as Kinana is and has a couple of failed attempts, but in the end, however, he does become a fairly decent chef and gets a surprise Kinana with her special meal. She's so shocked and touched by the gesture and, to this day, swears it was the best meal she had ever had.

💝-- Future

After they have married and have decided they are ready to raise a family together, Erik and Kinana choose to retire to a quiet life in countryside, and they live out the rest of their days together on a big farm with their many children (both biological and adopted) who they love very much. There is never a dull moment in their house from the laughter and misadventures of their often rambunctious brood, the chaos of lots of animals their kids have a tendency to bring home as "pets", and the unexpected visits of their Crime Sorcière/(Former)Oración Seis and Fairy Tail found families. Though they always make time to spend together with their children as a family, they go out of their way to spend time just the two of them as well--even if it's just doing household chores around their home together. For instance, Erik always loves to do dishes with Kinana because she'll hum (absentmindedly/without realizing it) while she washes them, and he thinks this is adorable.

[A/N: My sister and I have this running joke that there is always that one ship that you can just imagine settling down in the country and having a big family and life of domestic bliss together, and I've always felt from the minute this ship was even hinted at that they were that ship in Fairy Tail. I love them so much and think they deserve a soft, domestic ending after everything they've both been through!]

🤍-- Fluff

Kinana often gets cold (perhaps a symptom of all that time she spent as a snake), but as a Dragon Slayer, Erik tends to be fairly warm so he will often cuddle up next to her, wrap his arms around her, and pull her into his chest to warm her up. When they are out walking on chilly days, he will always give her his jacket, and in the winters, they love to curl up by the fireplace together.

Bonus (completely unrelated but I think these two deserve more fluff): For Erik's birthday the first year they are in a relationship, Kinana knits him socks little snakes on them. He loves them, but he only wears them on special occasions so they won't get worn or ragged. It always brings the brightest smile to Kinana's face when she sees him wearing them though. They are their children's favorite socks too, and Kinana eventually makes matching pairs for their whole family (though they are all slightly different). One year they get a family picture taking of them all wearing the matching snake-patterned socks, and it has been hanging up over Erik and Kinana's fireplace ever since.

[ireallydontunderstandpeopleatall]

i talked to my therapist today and broke down when she asked me about richard since he took care of me during surgery and after. i told her my feelings came back and it hurts to know we can't be together and it made me hopeful that maybe we can try again but then after a few days he went back to the person he usually is that rather play a game with his cousin than watch a travelers guide to love on netflix with me and Aden. And how he got argumentative and lost patience for me when i would snap at him when i wish he would just roll with my punches and let it go because he loved me, but he doesn't. therapist told me that it sounds like i desire having somene i told her i have always been a long term relationship type of person and i wuld still like to find my person. she told me i should seriously think about what i really want so when i go to look i will know what i want. she said it can be fwb if iwant some more years with my son or meet someone for long term, whatever my heart desires but i think she doesnt want to see me sad over richard anymore, and i agree. still not sure if i want or ready for a relationship right away or if i even have time but the thought of meeting more people is nice. then later in the day im reading about a woman trying to cope with being cheated on and the experiences other women posted really got me emotional because i felt all of that that they went through and i started crying. then i showed it to richard and told him he doesnt deserve me. then he didn't text me until he got off of work. i was still feeling emotional at midnight so i msged him and asked how was his nap, then i started pouringmy heart out to him and told him i want to meet someone else. i cried so hard, i was not angry, i just wanted him to know how i feel. i told him i love him and i wish we were still getting married. i miss us . like alot . i remember when he was here i loved looking at his perfect body even thoug he has gained weight it did not bother me because he will always be attractive to me, i love his long salt and pepper hair, i never thought i would find grey hair attractive but it looks so damn good on him i remember when i saw it in person for the first time and i couldnt stop staring and i remember thinking it's actually very hot, like he's a greying man in his 30s but he rocked it so well and it would make me weak when i saw it everytime after that, down or in a ponytail i loved it all, brushing it was so romantic. his beautiful green eyes that i could look at forever. hes not even the hottest guy ive been with, he might not even be in the top 5 but certain features of his are just so magical and straight up sexy. i was estatic when i thought of us gettng married. but anyway, i told him i cant get over him cheating on me and how i will never be the same, also that i didnt want to live my life being sad over him. he probbly did me a favor though bc i can't do all his rapture talk, his hate for things that did not affect him and his crazy ass animated over talkative personality and of course his cheating ways and sexism and how he is just clueless about women bc he never took the time to learn us. he is a whole ass cringefest and the most toxic thing is how he isn't even aware of it. when men think that being like that is just "a part of their personality" and changing it would be "chnging them" and how they act dramatic like it would be stealing their identity. eye roll. that's just their pathetic excuse to never do better. this started out sad and nis now feeling like it ended in realizzation but maybe that's bc I already cried all i could tonight and the emotional stuff has left and I'm only feeling logic now or something. idk

[gigglebutt9000]

Just incase anyone wasn't aware of my love of gravity falls, got this snazzy ass top by the wonderful @raphodraws If you can't tell by the faces it's got me in a damn good mood :)))

[frankiekatt]

Wowy hii, saw that you're writing for slasher, so here I am!

Can I plz have some hcs about any slashers with s/o, but their s/o is a literal gremlin, like they're not serious at all, always joking and annoying people around, but sometimes might be quite soft and quiet.

Thank you and have a nice day! ❤️

This was fun to write lmao

Warnings: Sexual harassment, NSFW, murder, blood, canabilism

Characters: Thomas Hewitt, Bo Sinclair, Lester Sinclair, Billy Lenz, Stu Macher, Michal Myers

Slashers With An S/O That Never Takes Anything Seriously:

Thomas Hewitt:

Thomas is a little overwhelmed by your personality at first.

He’s a quiet and reserved man who’s never had any kind of friends, so goofiness and jokes can make him feel uneasy at first.

But!! He gets used to everything very quickly!!!

Thomas loves everything about you and he finds you to be incredibly charming.

He can get a little anxious when he sees you annoying Hoyt because he doesn’t want his uncle to do anything bad to you in irritation/retaliation.

Your jokes are always a stress reliever for him, since he spends most of his days in a dark basement, surrounded by blood and gore. Your humor just shines a little bit of light on his day, and he loves you for that!

While Luda Mae and Hoyt might not like the fact that you never take anything seriously, Thomas finds it relieving. At the beginning of your relationship, Thomas was terrified of losing you because he thought you would be terrified of all screams, murder, and cannabilism, but he was pleasantly surprised to see that you didn’t pay much mind to it.

Thomas’ family mostly saw you as a clown, but Thomas could only ever look at you as the brightest ray of sunshine that has ever graced his life.

After all, he was the only one that saw your softer side.

Your soft and quiet side mostly shone through during the evening. Something about the sunset and cicada chirping calmed your heart.

You would often take Thomas by the hand and lead him outside to sit on the front porch with you, so the two of you could cuddle and watch the sunset together.

Thomas was always so used to your voice, because you loved to talk about anything and everything, so your temporary quiet nature was new, yet comforting.

During these moments, there didn’t need to be any talking between the two of you. You deep emotional bond allowed you both to communicate through actions.

You would lay your head on Thomas shoulder, stroking his chest, and Thomas would wrap his big arms around your smaller frame, resting his masked cheek against the top of your head.

This was Thomas’ way of saying, “I love you, you’re the best thing in my life,” and your way of saying “I could never live without you.”

Bo Sinclair:

:|

You’re gonna annoy the fuck out of this boy

Sometimes you both wonder how the two of you even got together, but the nights you and Bo spent pleasuring each other, going round after round, reminded you both how. (Your both just sexy okay its that simple)

Bo was a serious guy, so he was a little miffed that he was always the one having to take the lead in everything since you just couldn’t stop making a joke out of everything.

Sometimes you would actually make him really irritated due to your tendency to irk people endlessly, so he would have to step away to cool off and blow off some steam.

Sometimes he would yell at you in anger, which always made him feel like shit after, so he tended to stalk off to his shop to calm down before speaking to you.

You would have to go see him a couple hours later to wrap your arms around him from behind and shyly apologize to him.

He favored these moments the most.

Your voice quieter than usual, focusing on just him, touching him gently.

He would always accept your apologies, of course, and would let you know by kissing your lips softly.

Bo liked to take advantage of your softer side by lifting you up by your waist and setting you on the hood of whatever car he had been working on and kissing down your neck.

As revenge, Bo liked to draw out his teasing as long as possible. Kissing down your neck, chest, stomach, massaging your pussy through your skirt, palming your breast roughly.

It gets to a point where you just have to tell him, “Bo, I need you to fuck me.”

And he would oblige.

He would take you right then and there, on the hood of the car.

The metal beneath you was always shockingly cold, making you shiver against Bo’s chest.

“You cold, Darlin,” Bo would ask teasingly as he pulled your panties off. “Don’t worry, I’ll warm you right up.”

He would spend hours licking your pretty pink pussy if he could. He licks and sucks and kisses your most intimate part until you're shaking and crying above him, begging him to fuck you sensless.

After he’s satisfied with your helplessness, he’ll lean back up and ram himself inside of you. There have been many nights where he has taken you gently and slowly in his garage, holding your hand with every thrust, kissing your sweet lips to quiet your whimpers, but tonight was different. There was a primal need shared between you two. Bo wanted to let his frustrations on through loving you, and you wanted to be taken hard and fast.

When the two of you are done, you lounge around inside the car to catch your breath, holding hands. Everything seems so perfect.

Until-

“Hey, Bo? What did the toaster say to the slice of bread?”

“.....”

“I want you inside me! Eh ha ha..”

:////

Lester Sinclair:

!!!!!

You like constantly joking and never taking things seriously? He does too!!

Lester would find you absolutely hilarious. Every joke you cracked would have him doubling over in laughter. Which would make you double over in laughter. Which would make Lester laugh harder, because now you both have the giggles and both of your laughs are just too infectious.

Everytime the two of you would go to Ambrose to visit his brothers, you guys would annoy the hell out of Bo and Vincent. Bo just wants to be left alone to work in his shop but instead he’s stuck listening to you tell a 40 minutes story about how you burnt dinner last night.

And Vincent just wants to be left alone to paint and sculpt but instead he’s here listening to Lester crack jokes that are a.) not funny and b.) don’t make any sense. -_-

Your and Lester’s trailer is always filled with so much love and laughter and the two of you could not be any happier.

You both have your own soft and quiet moments that hit at random times.

Sometimes it happens when the two of you are play fighting in the living room, howling with laughter. You both fall to the floor, wrestling and giggling until the both of you run out of breath and just gaze at each other as you lay on the carpet.

“You look so cute,” he giggles.

“No, YOU look so cute!”

“W-well!!! I love you!!”

“Uhm...well...I love you MORE.”

And it just turns into an argument about who adores the other more.

Billy Lenz (1974):

The perfect couple.

Literally.

The two of you are always joking around, cackling and goofing about every little thing.

Billy has finally found his soulmate and he could not be happier.

He two of you prank the sorority girls together, making sex sounds in unison to sound even more vulgar.

Everytime you crack a joke, you get worried Billy is joking because of how hard he’s laughing.

“Umm Billy you okay? It wasn’t even that funny.”

“HA haha...piggy makes me laugh...Billy loves your jokes.”

Needless to say, your relationship is filled with smiles, laughter, and praise.

Billy will tell you you’re the funniest person he’s ever met and he wants to keep you forever.

You tell Billy you love how much he laughs at your antics and that you can’t live without him.

It’s impossible to annoy Billy. It’s just not feasible.

Any time you try, he’ll just giggle and pat your head, telling you you’re his ‘favorite piggy ever.’

He LOVES when you annoy the sorority girls thoug!

Hearing you moan and squeal and speak so sexily vulgarly to Barb and Jess makes Billy so proud. And horny.

Almost all of your sexual encounters are filled with complete silliness.

Sometimes, however, the joking and cackling subside. The two of you will just be chilling, nothing else to do, and you just feel the need to profess your love for your boyfriend.

“I love you so much Billy.”

Billy will look startled at your sudden outburst, before he breaks out in a huge grin, launching across the room to tackle you into a hug.

“Billy loves you too! Billy loves you more than anything!!!”

Now the rest of your day will be spent in Billy’s arms, whispering sweet nothings to each other.

Stu Macher:

Match made in Heaven!

Stu loves to joke around.

He hardly ever takes anything seriously.

He annoys everyone.

And once he meets you? It's love at first sight.

The two of you are always in detention because you guys just cannot shut up in class. You are always disrupting something.

But you know what that means!

Detention dates <3

As long as the two of you together, Stu couldn't care less about where he was.

He and Billy appreciate your habit of not taking anything seriously because once the murders start occuring, you don't think too much about it, never asking questions or arousing suspicion around your boyfriend and his bestie.

When Billy had told Stu his plan to kill Sydney, and asked him if he was going to kill you as well, Stu’s heart sank.

He remembers when he was dating Tatum, just a few months ago, before he broke up with her for you, he had no qualms about killing her,

But you?

He loved you. You were his other half. The one person who understood him, who accepted him. He could never hurt you.

“Nah dude. I’m leaving her out of this.”

That night, he sneaks through your bedroom window to see you.

“Stu! (where the hell have you been loca) What’re you doing here?”

The sparkling smile you flash at him and the love swimming in your big, beautiful eyes makes him feel even guitler.

He feels bad that you’re dating a serial killer. He thinks you deserve better, but he would never let you go.

“Hey babe! I just missed you!”

You rushed over to him, dressed in kitty cat pajamas, and hugged him tight. He had only snuck through your bedroom window a couple of times before, and they had all been planned. Seeing him in your room as a surprise made your heart burst with happiness.

Stu led you to your bed and pulled you up onto his chest to cuddle you. It was late, and the both of you were tired. Stu just wanted to lay with you in silence, appreciating your presence.

You didn’t feel like releasing your usual high energy at the moment. Right now, you just wanted to fall asleep on your boyfriend’s chest, listening to the sound of his heartbeat.

Michael Myers:

Girl

Michael does not appreciate your antics.

Annoying him is easy, but you would never know that.

He keeps his emotions very private, so when he is annoyed he’ll just stalk away from you.

He does not think you’re funny :(

He does enjoy your quiet moments. He likes to come home when your energy is low.

He’s usually covered in blood when this happens, so you clean him up without cracking a joke which he appreciates.

You’ll turn on a movie for the both of you, and Michael lets you cuddle up with him.

He does like you, he just doesn’t want you to know that...

[sisterspooky1013]

Only One Choice, Part 2, Chapter 21

Read it here on AO3 / Tagging @today-in-fic

“Hi,” she greets him as he walks in the door, “I have something for you.”

She’s perched in the armchair, a smile that’s coy and playful curling the corners of her mouth. He gives her a curious smirk as he slips off his shoes and overcoat.

“Okay, like a gift?” he asks, crossing the room to plant a kiss on her lips, stealing another to enjoy the warm feeling of her mouth against his, which is chilled from the wintery air outside.

She shakes her head as he goes into the bedroom, changing into sweats and a T-shirt.

“You’re going to have to find it,” she calls from the other room, and he smiles to himself.

This is his favorite version of her; playful and flirtatious, quick to smile and laugh. He loves all aspects of her personality, but the rarity of this one makes it feel special. She almost never acts this way in front of anyone else, even her family; it feels like it’s just for him. He moves to stand at the threshold of the living room, leaning against the wall.

“Are you going to give me a hint?” he asks, and she considers the question with a thinking man pose.

“Well, I will tell you that right now you are very, very, cold,” she finally says.

His eyebrows lift in understanding and he walks back into the bedroom.

“Colder!” she calls, and he moves to the kitchen.

“Still cold.”

He walks to her desk.

“Mmm, slightly warmer.”

Next he steps close to the fireplace.

“A little warmer.”

He turns to look at her and narrows his eyes. He takes a step towards her.

“Oh, warmer.”

He stands directly in front of her chair.

“Getting hot,” she says with a playful lilt to her voice.

He drops to his knees between her legs.

“Very, very hot.”

He slips his fingers into the waistband of her pants.

“On fire,” She says with a smile.

He moves to pull her pants down and the tips of his fingers meet with something foreign near the top of her thigh. He quirks his head quizzically, fitting his whole hand into her pant leg and pulling out two long strips of cardstock. Airline tickets.

“How do you feel about a California Christmas?” she asks hopefully, and he looks at the tickets to see that the destination is San Diego, December 22nd.

He knew that she and her mother had been talking about flying out to see Bill for the holiday, but he’d assumed that he’d be left at home.

“What about Priscilla?” he asks, both touched that she wants to include him in her family’s celebration and nervous about meeting her older brother, who he understands will hate him by default.

“We can ask the Gunmen to look after her,” she offers. “Unless you don’t want to come with me?”

He can tell by her tone that it’s not meant to be a way for him to opt out, but a test of his willingness to go. She clearly wants him to.

“Of course I want to go with you,” he replies, moving close and wrapping his arms around her waist. “I will admit to being a little worried about meeting your brother, and in his home, on his turf.”

She gives him a sympathetic smile. “Don’t worry too much about Bill. Missy and Charlie are going, and Mom of course, and they love you. I know Tara will too. So even if he does pull the big brother card and give you a hard time, we have strength in numbers.”

“Is Byers going?” he asks hopefully, and she shakes her head. “Missy only just barely told Mom about him. It’s too soon for them.”

“But not for us?” he asks with the smile he reserves for the times when she alludes to the seriousness of their commitment.

She shakes her head slowly. “Not for us,” she says.

———

“Oh my god, I’m going to lose my mind, Mulder.”

She’s pacing around the apartment, putting things into different piles and open suitcases, her level of stress palpable in the air.

“Honey, stop for a second,” he says, grabbing her by the shoulders and dipping his head to meet her eye. “Take a deep breath,” he instructs, waiting as she does so. “We don’t need to leave for the airport for another twelve hours,” he says, keeping his own tone calm and level to counter hers, “we have plenty of time to pack.”

“It’s not just the packing, Mulder, this entire week was a nightmare. Everything I was hoping to accomplish before this trip was waylaid in one way or another; I missed my doctor’s appointment because of an emergency autopsy and forgot to reschedule it before they closed on Friday, Trudy was out sick half the week so I had to absorb her workload, the dry cleaners lost the dress I was going to bring for Christmas Eve mass, Priscilla is out of food AND litter, and I can’t find my earplugs for the plane,” she rattles off.

He pulls her into a hug, feeling her relax a bit with the contact.

“I will go pick up cat food, litter and earplugs,” he says, pulling away to look at her again, “and I’ll remind you to call the doctor tomorrow and reschedule. Wear that blue dress with the little flowers on it to mass, it looks beautiful on you. And try to breathe,” he finishes, giving her a sympathetic smile.

She forces a small smile onto her mouth and takes another deep breath. “Thank you,” she says quietly.

He pours her a big glass of wine before bundling himself up against the cold and venturing out into the December night.

———

She glances at Mulder intermittently, watching for signs of overwhelm. She knows that coming from a small, dysfunctional family means that he’s not accustomed to the type of gathering they are currently entrenched in; the entire Scully clan plus Tara’s parents and brother, and several members of their church. He seems to be faring okay, sipping a beer while talking sports with Charlie and a few others.

As nervous as he’d been about meeting Bill, he was well prepared. Scully directed him to speak highly of the Chargers while eviscerating the Patriots, and to go easy on the PDA. While they aren’t exactly best friends, Bill doesn’t seem to actively dislike him, and they are calling that a win.

She’d fully expected them to be set up in separate rooms given Bill’s traditional family values, but the number of people who needed to be housed made that impractical. They ended up relegated to the guest room and a single twin bed, though the enormous stack of pillows and blankets arranged on it suggest that one of them is expected to make a bed on the floor. They don’t do that, of course, instead sleeping nested together like spoons, Mulder continuously making half-hearted attempts at getting frisky while she laughs and slaps his hand away.

They are dressed for midnight mass on Christmas Eve, Scully in her flowered blue dress and Mulder in one of his typical weekday suits. They sit in the pew between Mom and Charlie, hands clasped chastely on the bench between them, suppressing giggles as he leans over to warn her that he is at risk of bursting into flame. He traces patterns on her palm with his index finger and she realizes at some point that they are letters. She concentrates, trying to understand his message, expecting it to be ‘I love you’ or something similarly sweet. When she puts together that he is spelling out ‘sex tonight?’ she looks over at him with wide eyes and then purses her lips together tightly to keep from laughing, doing her best to glare at him.

They file sleepily through the door at nearly 2am, quietly going off into their respective bedrooms and pull-out couches, hoping to get some rest before Christmas festivities in the morning. Scully quickly brushes her teeth and washes her face before darting to the bedroom, wriggling under the covers and pressing her back against Mulder, her cold toes brushing against his shins.

“Hm, you’re cold,” he says softly, wrapping his arm around her waist and pulling her closer.

“Thanks for going to mass,” she whispers back, “it meant a lot to my mom to have all of us there.”

“Thanks for inviting me,” he answers, his breath hot on her neck, “it’s nice to feel like a part of a real family.”

She threads her fingers through his where they rest on her belly, squeezing his hand. She tries to go to sleep, but his chest rising and falling against her back and the heat of his groin tucked against her backside are distracting. She wiggles a little bit against him.

“Hmmm,” he responds, thrusting his hips against her gently.

She swore that she was not going to have sex at her brother’s house. She knows that they can go without for the week they are here. But as she feels him grow hard against her ass, the throbbing between her legs suggests otherwise. No doubt it’s exacerbated by the forbidden nature of the situation; the door doesn’t have a lock and the house is quiet and still, though packed with enough ears that the risk of being heard is high. When his lips press against the back of her neck, she knows she’s done for.

She reaches behind herself to slip her hand into his pajama pants, stroking him firmly as he breathes hard into her ear, suppressing the groan that she knows would normally result from her touch. He pushes his pants down to his knees with one hand, then hurriedly brings hers down as well. She emits a small gasp when he slips inside her, simultaneously pushing his hand under her pajama top to squeeze her breast.

“Jesus fuck, you’re wet,” he whispers harshly in her ear, and she wants to make a joke about not taking the lord’s name in vain on his birthday but when he starts pumping in and out deliciously slowly, the thought slips from her mind.

If he moves too quickly the bed squeaks, so he keeps a languid pace as he pinches her nipples and kisses her neck, then slides his hand down to play with her clit in the tight space between her legs, which are still pinned together by the pajama pants around her knees. It feels incredible, and yet the necessary slowness and need to stay quiet make her wonder if she will be able to come. As if intuiting this, Mulder withdraws momentarily, sitting up and freeing her top leg from her pants, then lies back down and hitches her ankle behind his knee; her favorite position. He pulls the blanket back over them for warmth and modesty, though if anyone were to walk in now they’d have no chance of plausible deniability. With more room to move, he resumes his slow strokes and pairs them with hard and fast circles around her clit, murmuring little affirmations into her ear so softly she can barely hear them, much less anyone else. The vibration of his voice, the slip of his cock, the rough brush of his fingers, all come together in crescendo as she stiffens in his arms, turning to muffle her cries against his mouth as she comes. Now able to focus on his own release, he continues to pump slowly, pressing his face into her neck and letting out a low growl as she feels him throbbing inside her.

He slips quietly out of the bed, retrieving one of his dirty T shirts and swiping it between her legs before he pulls her pajama pants back into place. They get comfortable again, the sexual tension that had prevented them from relaxing before now dissipated.

He kisses her cheek softly, murmuring “Merry Christmas, Scully,” into her ear just before she drifts off to sleep.

In the morning, they sit around the lit tree, drinking coffee and eating pastries as they shake off sleep.

“Is your house haunted, Bill?” Charlie asks, and Bill gives him a doubtful look. “I swear I heard some weird noises, like creaking and whispering, I felt like I was in a horror movie,” Charlie defends.

Scully hides her face behind her coffee cup, glancing over to see Missy giving her a pointed look.

“I’m sure it was just the Christmas spirit,” Maggie says jovially. “Who wants to open presents?!”

[quidfree]

hey im reading wuthering heights for school and i chose it over frankenstein bc i saw it on ur blog a while back lol do you mind sharing more of your thoughts on it if you have any more? they were so interesting!!

i really like this ask so i’ve been sitting on it trying to think of a good response, but i can’t quite formulate it in a nice digestible way so it’ll have to be a bit all over the place.

the main thing that i want to talk about is how funny it is that your main choices were frankenstein and wuthering heights, because to me these are extremely similar books in a lot of ways? firstly in that i really love both of them for quite comparable reasons (nb choosing WH on my say-so will hopefully nonetheless not be a choice you regret haha), but also because they have a lot in common?

both have two of my fav narrator set-ups in literature which involve a random intensely pretentious and obtuse outsider who is retelling the whole book as a tale within a tale about a really wild holiday he had. this is iconic because (a) i love reading povs from people who are annoying because the author made them so on purpose (b) it adds a fun layer of hearsay to the dramatic plot of the book to know how unreliable the story we get is. the nanny in wuthering heights is one of the most infamously controversial narrators in classic lit and honestly i don’t trust the bitch either. but yeah tldr lockwood and walton are both insufferable dumbasses who r taken by the dramatic male protags and way too into the super personal crises of the mcs.

obviously the Gothic Girl Core…. brontës and mary shelley really paved the way in the aesthetic and the horrible sad lives they lead. but they’re both incredibly good at conveying Gothic Atmosphere, from the Humanity to the Wilderness to the Evil Within. scenes w pathetic fallacy in both books have some of the best descriptive passages in western lit in my humble opinion. like the combo of the Dark Scenery and Inner Turmoil…. and theres also the Women Writing Men aspect that adds some Layers that i always find interesting.

mary’s is more about Privileged Male Intellectual Hubris (wonder why) and emily’s is more Emotional Turmoils of the Rich and Fucked, but both have a psychological element that disguises a deep and interesting questioning of ethics and society. What Makes A Man + Nature and Nurture are core qs of both… inherent savagery and the cultivation of goodness… yeah theres a lot going on there.

bad communication kills guys! (but really though)

everyone in both books is like, either deeply annoying or deeply horrible or both, and make Bad Choices constantly, so you have to be willing to ride out the consequences of these terrible choices to enjoy them. personally i love flawed people being horrible as long as they’re framed properly so for my money the vibe in both can be both Haute Comédie and Deeply Tragic as you ride along and it’s all very enjoyable. altho victor frankenstein is more of a bitch than anyone in WH and i will stand by that. actually WH kind of edges out frankenstein in this regard bc the whole supporting cast in frankenstein is like obnoxiously saccharine but in WH basically everyone sucks at least a little so it’s more fun and balanced. esp true wrt cathy and heathcliff vs victor and liz.

i like people’s Dark Urges and Personal Failings driving the story… like yes i enjoy greek tragedy inescapable fate bc it hurts the most but when people are Responsible for the bad they create… that’s Modern and yet real. both works walk the line between Inherent doom and people very much making Bad Choices A Lot. and i enjoy that they were both women in very repressed & sexist societies writing hard violent grim stories that disturbed audiences as much as enthralled them.

also this isn’t comparative but kate bush’s wuthering heights = top 10 songs based on literature, yeah?

anyways sorry this is only half about WH & uses very gratuitous caps for emphasis but seriously please submit thoughts or interesting essay questions on WH proper after this if you like i really enjoy talking about classic lit w you all :)

[scapegrace74-blog]

Don’t Call It Love

A/N  With Saorsa done and dusted, it’s time to return to the Metric Universe.  When we last left Jamie and Claire in October 2017, they were sharing comforting silence and attending a Depeche Mode concert together.  Will things fall easily into place now that they have tripped over the line from being roommates to being friends?   Oh, hell no.  What would be the fun in that? 

All other parts of the Metric Universe are available on my AO3 page.

The song by Zero 7 (another guest artist!) that inspired the title is here.

Winter, 2017 - London, England

It happened by accident.  Happenstance.  Serendipity.   Fate.  The words she used to explain the fact that she and Jamie started seeing each other outside of the flat in social circumstances that would typically be characterized as dates varied, but her opinion remained fixed.  They weren’t dates.  Jamie was her roommate, a good friend, a fellow enthusiast of the culturally obscure, and a brilliant pub trivia partner.  They had both agreed that a romantic relationship between them would be disastrous; ergo, there was nothing romantic about their increasingly frequent outings.  If she could memorize the names for the 206 bones in the human skeleton, she could certainly manage to keep her feelings for Jamie inside the tidy box she had built for them.

Non-Date #1

They crossed paths inside the massive Spittalfields Market, both of them with shoulders damp from the chilly November rain.  Jamie was on his way to the fishmonger, while Claire carried a cloth bag filled with late-season vegetables, determined to eat something other than take-out on a rare day off from lectures and the hospital.

“Are ye on yer way back tae the flat, then?” Jamie asked, physically fighting the urge to offer to carry Claire’s wee sack.

“No, I’m off to the charnel house first.”

“The what, now?”  Surely he’d misheard her.

“The charnel house.  Don’t tell me you’ve been living over top of a medieval burial ground all this time without realizing it?” Claire teased.

Intrigued as much by her beguiling smirk as the opportunity to explore a bit of London’s history, Jamie followed Claire to a commercial highrise near the edge of the market.  Descending a non-descript stairwell in Bishop’s Square, they came to a halt in front of a glass wall.  On the other side was an excavated ruin, the crypt of the long-vanished chapel of St. Mary’s Spital hospital, a quick scan of a nearby information plaque informed him.

“They only discovered it was here when construction of the office tower began,” Claire said, a wistful look on her face.  “For centuries, travelers and the victims of London’s many plagues were buried around the hospital, quite literally in the Spital fields.  When the graves overflowed, they brought the excess bones here and stacked them for safe-keeping until the Apocalypse.  Imagine, forgetting something so...fundamental.”

Jamie grunted in acknowledgement, seeing the reflection of Claire’s face superimposed on the glass.  He couldn’t decide if this human tendency towards forgetfulness pleased or disappointed her.

“Tis rather...”

“Macabre?” she suggested with a grin, turning away from the display and climbing back into the cloud-roofed square.

“I was gonna say morbid, but as ye like.”

“We build our present on the bones of our past, my Uncle Lamb used to tell me.  He was referring to archaeology, but I’ve found it to be true of life itself.”

They walked back to the flat, collars raised against the hastening rain.  Jamie had bought enough hake for two, so they shared the narrow worktop, dicing fresh vegetables and letting their shoulders bump together occasionally.

Claire ate at the two-person dining table while scrolling social media on her phone.  Jamie used the coffee table to hold his plate and the gaming magazine he was flipping through.

It wasn’t a date.

Non-Date #4

Her cellphone rang as she was leaving the bathroom, thoughts bouncing between her end-of-semester exams and her non-existent plans for the Christmas holidays.  She accepted the call with one hand while starting the tedious job of separating her soaking curls with the other.  At first there was only static.  She glanced at the screen, recognizing the familiar number.

“Jamie?” she tried.

“...mac na ghalla, Hamish...” followed by muffled noises and masculine jeering.  She switched hands and started to towel off, making certain first that the video call button wasn’t active.

“Hal-lo.  Paging Mr. Fraser.  You have a call on line one.”

“Ach, sorry Claire.  I didna mean tae... That is, the lads were just... How are ye?”

She giggled at his discomposure.  “I’m well, thank you.  And you?”  They had seen each other that morning, as he came off shift and she was leaving for her morning lectures, so she assumed there was more to this call than a polite inquiry into her state of well-being.  She had learned over their months as roommates that sometimes you just needed to wait for Jamie to get to his point.

“Braw, thank ye.  I was... weel, I’m at the park with some o’ the lads, tryin’ tae put t’gether a side, an’ we’re short a winger, an’ I was jus’ thinkin’, ye said ye wanted tae learn tae play an’...”

Another James Fraser quirk was that he rambled in broad Scots when he was nervous.

“Jamie, are you asking me to play rugby with you?”

“Aye.  Aye, I am.  If ye wish, o’ course.”

“I did just step out of the shower...” she mentioned, already peering outside at the threatening sky and mentally assessing her wardrobe for something suitable for a ruck and maul in the rain.  “Hello?” when there was no sound from the other end in some time.

“Aye, I’m here.  Nevermind, Claire.  I dinna consider, ye must be gettin’ ready to study fer yer finals, an’...”

“Where are you?” she interrupted, opening a drawer and pulling out a pair of yoga pants.

“Victoria Park?” Jamie replied, sounding hesitant and hopeful.

“Give me twenty minutes.”

“Splendid!”  She could hear his smile down the line.

“I better not get mud in my hair, Fraser,” she retorted before hanging up, her own smile lingering on her face.

There was nothing romantic about rugby.

Non-Date #7

The flat was strangely forlorn, even with Christmas lights twinkling merrily in the living room windows and a tiny fir tree precariously balancing its five ornaments standing in the corner.  

They had exchanged their gifts on December 23rd, sipping on hot chocolate spiked with Kahlua and grinning shyly at each other.  She’d bought Jamie the next Call of Duty game for his XBox.  Nothing intimate, just something he’d mentioned in passing he was looking forward to trying.  His boyish glee upon unwrapping the package warmed her more than her drink.   Hands shaking slightly, she delicately opened the tastefully wrapped rectangle he presented to her.  Inside was a cashmere scarf, luxuriously soft beneath her fingers as she stroked it.

“Is this?” she asked.

“Aye, tis the Fraser plaid.  Ye ken there’s no’ a clan named Bee-cham, right?”

She was deeply touched, and thanked him was a kiss against his scruffy cheek.

Jamie had left for Scotland the next day, having somehow managed to secure a week’s worth of leave from his uncle over the holiday season.   As was her wont, she’d put down for as many shifts as possible while medical school wasn’t in session, but by some fluke she wasn’t scheduled to work New Year’s Eve for the first time in recent memory.

Some of her classmates from nursing college had invited her along to a “raging party in Shoreditch”, but she’d made up some excuse.  The truth was, she wasn’t in the mood for loud music and over-priced drinks with a group of virtual strangers.  If Geillis had been in town, she would have allowed her friend to coerce her into whatever mayhem she had up her sleeve, but Geillis was still in Columbia and eight months’ pregnant with twins, to everyone’s collective shock.  Especially the mother-to-be.

No, what she really wanted was a quiet evening at home, snuggled under her favourite fleece blanket on their couch, the latest Ferrante novel in her lap and a glass of Pinot Noir at the ready.  Jamie had a turntable and a surprisingly well-curated selection of vinyl in his bedroom, but she didn’t like entering his domain without his permission.

Without giving it a second thought, she rang his cell.  It was only upon hearing the raucous sounds of a party in full swing that it occurred to her that just because she was spending New Year’s Eve alone, it didn’t mean Jamie was as well.

“Claire?” he yelled over something that sounded a lot like live music.  “Are ye all right, lass?”

“Oh!  I’m so sorry, Jamie.  I just wanted to ask... never mind.  It’s not important.  Enjoy your party...”

“Wait!” the background noise mutated, sounding like a riot underwater, and then there was a wooden slam.  Jamie huffed a sigh of relief.

“Mu dheireadh.   Are ye still there, Sassenach?”

“Still here,” she confirmed, suddenly feeling sorry for herself.  She might be the most pathetic thirty-year old in London.

“Did the hospital no’ call ye in for a shift, then?”

She tucked the blanket under her feet, warding off the chill that always seemed to creep in from the wall of windows.  The Christmas lights she’d strung reflected against the glazing in alternating colours: blue, red, green, blue, red, green.

“No. By some miracle of the festive season, I have the night off,” she joked halfheartedly.   “I’m sorry for interrupting your night out.  I wanted to ask if I could borrow your turntable and a few of your albums?”

“O’ course.  Ye didna need tae ask.  An’ I’m no’ out.  I’m at home, at Lallybroch.”  He pronounced the word with a guttural flourish that made Claire think of an exotic kind of pastry or a rare tribal custom.  Any time Jamie spoke of his family’s home in Scotland, he imbued it with an otherworldly quality, like a fortress in a fairy tale, a far away land of warriors and mist.  It was strange to think of him there now, while she sat alone in their flat.

“It sounds like quite the party.”

“Aye.  The Frasers take their Hogmanay celebrations verra seriously.  Ye shoulda come wi’ me.”  Then, as though realizing what he’d said, he added quickly, “We could use a doctor.  Dougal sprained his ankle doin’ a sword dance, and Angus singed his arse somethin’ fierce jumpin’ o’er the bonfire.”

She laughed, her mood suddenly much lighter, and asked for more particulars as to how his cousin’s naked ass came to be in close proximity to open flame.  Without either realizing it, the last minutes of 2017 crept by.

Fireworks erupted outside, followed by the tolling of bells and honking of horns.  On the other end of the call, she could hear cheering and an off-key rendition of Auld Lang Syne.  They were both silent, embarrassed to have been so caught up in their trivial conversation as to have missed the arrival of midnight.

“Happy Hogmanay, Sassenach,” Jamie’s voice came soft and sure over the line.

“Happy New Year, Jamie,” she replied.  “I should really let you get back to your party.   Your family must be wondering where you’ve disappeared to.”

He hummed noncommittally.  It occurred to her that had they been in the same place, they would likely be kissing right now.  It sent a shiver of want down her spine.

“Jamie?”  Her voice sounded thready, like she had just woken from a deep sleep.

“Hmmm?”  Shivers, again.

“What’s a Sassenach?”

He laughed softly, and she had to bite her lip.  What was the matter with her?  “Tis a Scottish word for a foreigner, particularly an English one,” he explained.

“You’ve never called me that before,” Claire remarked.

“I’ve ne’er spoken tae ye while on Scottish soil.  T’wasn’t an accurate description ‘til now.”

There was a long silence.  She could hear the sound of revelry through the door of whatever room at Lallybroch he’d hidden inside.  Outside the flat there were firecrackers.   They reminded her of mortar rounds heard from a distance in Afghanistan.

“You don’t like fireworks, do you?” she guessed.  It didn’t take an advanced degree in psychology to know that bright flashes and sudden pops of sound would trigger his PTSD.  They really were a mess, the pair of them.

“Nay.  Jenny an’ Ian’s bairns love them, an’ I told them no’ tae hold off on my account, but they insisted on a bonfire instead.  It reminds me o’ when I was a lad, a’fore ye could buy fireworks along wi’ yer ham at the local Tesco.”

Jamie launched into a long account of the significance of bonfires in Highland culture, and she let herself drift on the melody of his voice, the turntable long forgotten.

“Tell me about yer most memorable New Year’s,” he prompted after his cultural diatribe wound down.

“Oh, well, they all rather blur together, actually.  Too much drink, too much spent on the cover charge.  You know how it is.”

“Nah, I mean when ye were younger.  Ye must ‘ave celebrated in some remarkable places.”

She thought back to her time spent following Uncle Lamb around the globe.  Truth be told, traditional holidays weren’t something that stood out in her memory.  They felt like a foreign custom, a series of drawings taken from a picture book that showed a mother, father and children crowded around a loaded table while snow piled up outside.  They bore no relation to her reality.  It was no wonder Christmas and New Year’s left her feeling ambivalent.

Still, she didn’t want Jamie to feel sorry for her, so she launched into one of her favourite tales.

“One year, I must have been eleven, Lamb was leading an excavation of a Berber oasis town in northern Mali.  The site closed down for the Christian holidays, but Lamb decided to stay behind rather than travel back to England.  We ended up riding camels through these enormous sand dunes, following a local guide on an ancient caravan route.  On December 31st, just as the sun was setting and we had begun to make camp, the camel Lamb had been riding let out this infernal noise, leapt to its feet, and started to gallop away.  Lamb and the guide set off after it on foot, hollering and waving their keffiyeh in the air.  It was the funniest thing.”

“They left ye all alone in the desert?” Jamie asked, horrified.

“Oh, well, they came back eventually.  The camel had been stung by a scorpion, you see.  Once it got over the fright, they were able to catch it and bring it back to camp.”

“Were ye no’ scared, tae be out there in the dark by yerself?”

“No.  Not as I remember it.  The sunset was glorious, and little by little the sky came alive with a million stars.”

“Ye brave wee thing.”  Jamie sighed.  “I wish I was there wi’ ye.”

She didn’t know if he meant with her on that sand dune, or with her at their flat.  Either way, her answer was the same.

“I wish you were too.”

They finally hung up well past two o’clock.  It didn’t count as a date if the other person was five hundred miles away as you whispered goodnight.

Non-Date #12

The Royal London was expanding its pediatrics wing, and Claire was invited to a fundraising gala held, fittingly, in the Museum of Childhood.  The invitation included a plus one, and she’d been putting off asking Jamie if he could join her all week.  It wasn’t that she doubted his suitability as an escort.  Far from it.  But the gala was taking place on February 14th, of all nights, and the symbolism made her nervous.  Still, the alternative was spending the night being hit on by a drunken internist or hedge fund investor, and that was a headache she could do without.

“So,” she began casually a few nights before the event, “any plans for Valentine’s Day?”  If he said he was working or had, god forbid, a date, she would just have to go stag.

Jamie set down his gaming controller and turned to face her desk.  The pulsing  colours from the screen lit his curls like a neon nimbus in the dim room.

“Nah, nothin’ definite.  An’ ye, Sassenach?” he asked tentatively, as though easing himself out onto a frozen lake, unsure of the depth of the ice.  The nickname he had assigned to her during his holidays in Scotland had stuck.  She didn’t correct the inaccuracy, as she rather liked the idea of having a name that was only his.

“Well, I’ve been summoned to a fundraising gala for the hospital, and I was wondering... not that you need feel obliged... it’s black tie, which is really the height of pretension, if you ask me... anyway, there’s no way to decline gracefully short of an aneurysm, so...”

“Out wi’ it, Sassenach,” he prodded.

“Mightyouconsiderbeingmydate?” she blurted, before taking a large gulp of tepid tea.

“Yer date?” he asked as though he had never heard of such a thing.

She sighed, resigned to the fact he was going to make this difficult.  “Yes.  My date.  My plus one.  My social companion.  And hopefully, my defence against spending the evening being pitied and set up with someone’s second cousin, Nigel, the chartered accountant.”

“Do ye have somethin’ against accountants, then?”  The corner of his lip was twitching with the birth of a grin.

“Oh, very funny, you bloody Scot.  Look, I need a date on Valentine’s Day and you are the only man in the Greater London Area who won’t interpret that as an opportunity for a pity shag.   The offer is on the table.  Take it or leave it.”

Something flashed behind his eyes that she couldn’t interpret.  Then it was gone.

“Ne’er fear, Sassenach.  I’ll protect ye from all the wee Nigels.”

***

She’d forgotten to ask whether Jamie had suitable attire for a black tie event.   It was too late now, regardless.  They were meeting at the museum, since she was on shift until eight.  Using the nurses on-call room to get changed, she slinked into her burgundy chiffon gown, its gauzy layers wrapping around her like millefeuille.   Her hair was a lost cause, so she slicked it back into a tight bun at the nape of her neck and hoped for the best.  Silver chandelier earrings and a dab of cologne below her jaw, and she was ready to go.  She carried a small beaded clutch and her dress shoes - there was no way she was navigating the Tube in stilettos. 

The museum was a single massive space, conversation and the tympani of glassware echoing against its high-arched ceiling.  She stood in the entryway after checking her coat, spinning in circles and trying to get her bearings.  More than one lascivious glance was directed her way, but she studiously ignored them in favour of looking for Jamie.  With his height and red hair, he shouldn’t be hard to pick out of the crowd.

There was an appreciative murmur from behind her, a gust of fresh air, and then a soft tap against her bare shoulder.  She turned around.

No.  Not hard to pick out from a crowd at all.  Standing before her was James Fraser in full Highland regalia.  He wore his family tartan, a black velvet waistcoat, brilliant white dress shirt and a black bow tie.  When her gaze fell to the floor, she noticed his polished brogues and white socks pulled up to his knees.  She’d never before considered how a man’s knees might be alluring, but there it was.   Jamie had very sexy knees.

“G’d evening, Sassenach.  Ye look... weel, ye look bonnie.”  Jamie’s normally deep voice was gruffer than usual, perhaps on account of the cold night air.  Or maybe his bowtie was tied too tight.

“Good evening, Jamie,” she replied once she found her voice.  “You look, well, if you were a Jacobite, I’d say you looked regal.”

The tops of Jamie’s ears went red, and he ducked his chin, his tamed curls falling briefly forward.  It gave him the look of a bashful child receiving unexpected praise, completely at odds with the strikingly masculine figure he cut.

“No’ a Nigel, then?” he teased.

“No.  Definitely not a Nigel.  Come, let’s get something to drink before all the top-shelf liquor runs out.  You wouldn’t believe how much some of these doctors can put away!”

Jamie was a perfect date.  He stood by her elbow as she mingled and greeted various colleagues and professors, nodding at their tales of medical misfortune and smiling at their awkward jokes.  He spoke confidently about his work and current affairs, and patiently tolerated endless jibes about what a true Scotsman wore beneath his kilt.

When she politely excused them from one such conversation, he leaned over to whisper in her ear as they walked away to fortify themselves with more alcohol.

“I’ve a mind tae lift my plaid an’ moon the entire assembly the next time one o’ yer wee doctor friends asks about my underthings.  Are ye sure they arena raising funds for a new proctology department, Sassenach?”

She snorted in a truly unladylike fashion and turned to meet his unrepentant smirk.  Just then, a figure approaching from the bar caught her eye.

Oh no.  It couldn’t be.  After five years, she’d finally relaxed her vigilance, had ceased anticipating his presence at every turn, and now, here he was.

“Sassenach?” Jamie was watching her with concern.  The blush had drained from her cheeks, leaving her wine-stained lips and sintering eyes the only colour on her face.

“Claire!  Fancy meeting you here!”  Had his voice always been so nasal?  His eyes so glassy and vacant, like portals into nothingness.  He’d obviously been drinking heavily.  A blond woman half his age had her arm linked through his.

“Frank,” she uttered his name.  Jamie stepped into her side, his posture erect, somehow sensing that she needed his protection from this unheralded threat.

“Well, isn’t this a surprise.  I’d heard you’d gone into the army, or some such thing.  Afghanistan, was it?  Well, with your penchant for violence, I suppose that’s fitting.”

She breathed deeply through her nose.  She would not let him get the better of her.  She wasn’t that person anymore.  With a clammy hand, she grabbed onto Jamie’s fingers where they rested around her hip.  He squeezed back.  He was here.   She wasn’t alone.  It was all the strength she needed.

“Yes, that’s right.  I served overseas for a time, but I’m back in London now.  In medical school.   Now, if you’ll excuse us, we were just leaving.”

Focusing on each step, she turned towards the exit, Jamie’s hand now warm upon the small of her back.  Her chin wobbled, but she bit down hard to stave off tears.

“A doctor?” Frank taunted from behind her.  “Wouldn’t a demolition expert be more apropos, darling?”

She froze, spine trembling with anger.  Jamie made a questioning noise, asking without words if she wanted him to intervene.   She didn’t.

Glancing over her shoulder, she dealt her parting blow.

“Give my best to Amelia and the children.”  Without waiting to witness the aftermath of her pronouncement, she made her way out into the chilly night air, Jamie’s bulk a silent sentinel at her side.

It wasn’t a date if it ended on the floor of your bathroom, crying ugly sobs as mascara stained your cheeks, while your partner held your shoulders and made soothing noises with his throat.  

That wasn’t dating, that was survival.

***

mac na ghalla = son of a bitch

Mu dheireadh = finally

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Quote Prompt/Joey Tribbiani Quote Friends Prompt

(Thomas Hunt x OC*Amanda) with the quote: "You guys are perfect for each other. Y'know, we look at you and we see you together and it's just... It fits. Y'know? And you just know it's gonna last forever." As requested by @krsnlove

Thomas x Amanda with assistance from Maxwell 😏

A/N Alright, let's see what kind of shenanigans I can cause for these characters. And yes, James Marsden will always be Maxwell Beaumont in my mind and heart 😂 Just look at those dimples! *sigh* Adorable. Just the fluff for you bff!

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Epic

Amanda's head jerked up as the door to her study flew open.

"Maxwell! What--"

"We're going out!" He came around her desk and picked her up. He threw her over his shoulder and marched past a chuckling Hudson.

"Would you put me down?! You can't keep doing this everytime you want to go out." Amanda muttered.

"This is the first night in forever that neither of us has dates." He responded, a little skip to his step as he walked out of her duchy. "Tonight is the night for the Beaumont/Bridgerton Epic Extravaganza!"

"But--"

"No but's unless they are shakin'" he dropped her into the waiting car's backseat. He waggled his eyebrows making her laugh and hopped in beside her.

"To the boutique!" He ordered.

Their driver nodded and took off.

"You dragged me out to go shopping? I hate trying on clothes." Amanda grumbled. "Can't we go out like normal people to a bar and not worry about outfits?"

"You're slowly killing me with this kind of talk." His voice held a hint of exasperation. "Have you forgotten what it's like when we go out?"

"No, I remember it well." She folded her arms. "I can't act like that anymore. I'm too old to be drinking to the point of turning into ---"

"The craziest, dancing-est, most funnest party girl in Cordonia?" He finished for her.

"Yes." Despite her efforts she laughed and squeezed his hand. "We did have so much fun when we went out."

"Always. We were the ones who brought the party to these places." His dimpled smile slowly disappeared. "Tonight will probably be the last time we ever do this."

"What makes you say that?" She asked.

"Thomas." He reminded her.

"Thomas? What does he have to do with any of this?" She asked.

Maxwell let out a heartfelt sigh. "He's going to propose to you."

"No he's not!" She laughed and shook her head. "He hasn't indicated anything remotely close to that."

Amanda sobered when she noticed Maxwell's serious expression. "Come on," her voice squeaked, "he hasn't even said he loves me. Marriage is the furthest thing from his mind."

"You never read the entertainment news, do you?" He pulled up a set of pictures of Thomas in a jewelry store.

Amanda refused to even hope that these were true. "He could be in there for anything. Like--"

"Like a diamond ring?" He argued. Maxwell noticed her hesitancy and wrapped his arm around her shoulders. "Anyway. Let's focus on our last night together as the dynamic duo."

"It won't be our last." She promised, a slow smile forming. "Unless you're planning on making Nadia an honest woman."

His smile turned tender. "I intend to do that very thing when I take her out for a romantic night on the town." He opened the car door and grasped her hand. "Come on. We need one dress to rock the night away."

************

"Maxwell, I've tried on eight dresses." Amanda groaned when he handed her another armful. "If you're trying to get me to the point where I’ll drink the night away to forget this torture, you're succeeding."

"One of these is it." He pushed her back into the changing room.

She stepped out in the ninth one and did a quick spin. It was halter top, dark green silk dress that had hints of black shadows hidden beneath the light dusting of crystals. It had a high slit and open back.

"That's it!" He exclaimed. "That's the dress for our epic night out!" He flagged down a worker and quickly paid for it.

"What are you doing?" Amanda asked once the tag was removed.

"Call this an early engagement gift for my bff." He replied. He held his arm out and gave a slight bow. "Shall we Lady Bridgerton?"

She couldn't contain her smile and slipped her arm within the bend of his. "We shall, Lord Beaumont."

*****************

"We're flying to America?!" Amanda exclaimed as the private plane took off "Why?"

"New York nightlife is calling my name." Maxwell stretched his legs out in front of him. "By the way, your bags are near the bathroom in case you want to redo your makeup."

She touched her face. "What's wrong with it?"

"Nothing. It just doesn't scream Epic Extravaganza." He grinned innocently when she narrowed her eyes and rushed into the private plane's bathroom.

Amanda washed her face and completely reapplied her makeup. She made certain to add more smokey eyeshadow, adding a touch of dark green under her eyes to make her hazel eye color pop. She frowned slightly at her hair and curled it once more. She stepped out and did a slow twirl.

"Well?" She asked with a wink.

Maxwell sat up and whistled. "Now that's an epic look! Tonight is going to be unforgettable."

"Aren't they all?" She teased sitting across from him.

"You're not wrong." He turned some music on. "But tonight will be extra epic. Just you wait and see."

***************

"A limo?" Amanda climbed in and sat down. "Max, just how much is this epic night costing?"

"Ten grand or more." He shrugged when she gasped. "My royalties are rolling in from The Royal Romance. This is chump change."

"I wouldn't ever call ten grand chump change." She searched through her purse. "Maxwell, you didn't pack my wallet!"

"I only grabbed your passport." He popped a bottle of champagne. "That's all you need." His grin flashed. "Early engagement present, remember?"

"I'm paying you back when we get home." She insisted.

He handed her a flute filled nearly to the brim and tapped his glass against hers. "No you're not. Now," he placed a finger over her lips when she opened them to argue. "Let me practice my Man of Honor toast."

She noticed his hopeful expression and smiled. "Hit me with your best toast."

"Yeeeeessssss!" He straightened his posture and cleared his throat. He turned his blue eyes all around the limo. "Attention please! Man of Honor about to say a few words." He waited and rolled his eyes. "If the hot Hollywood people at table eight would direct their attention up here," he smiled flirtatiously, "I promise you won't be disappointed."

Amanda cleared her throat and cocked an eyebrow. She motioned to the empty spot beside her. "Thomas and I are waiting."

He grinned at her pretending along with him. "I grew up with what might possibly be the most beautiful woman I have ever seen."

"Max..." Amanda placed her hand over her heart. "That's so sweet--"

"And I also grew up with Amanda." He teased. He ducked when she tried to hit him. "Kidding!"

She laughed and sank back into her seat. "My champagne is waiting to be sipped, may we hurry this toast up?"

"Seriously though." He continued. He reached for her hand. "My best friend is the most beautiful bride in the world tonight. When she first met Thomas, I knew this was it. She would never find anyone who could love her like he does. No one could come close to the adoration he has for her."

Amanda squeezed his hand.

"And I've never seen her fall so hard or so fast for anyone but Thomas. He could search the world over and never find another who finds him perfect. One who believes his talent is unmatched. One who loves him with everything within her."

"You're about to make me mess up my epic makeup job." She sniffed, dabbing at her eyes. "I wish all that was true."

He squeezed her hand. "And I know--" the limo stopped. "We're here." He downed his glass and urged her to do the same. "We don't want to be late, come on."

He held tight to her hand and dashed into the hotel.

"Max, why would we be late?" She asked once they were in an elevator. "We've never had a timetable on our nights out."

"True." He said, grinning. "I guess I can't wait for our epic night to start."

She hugged him tight. "Careful. You're going to make me demand more Epic Extravaganzas."

"Something tells me nothing will top tonight's awesome epicness." He linked his arm with hers. "Time to get our party on." He stepped out of the elevator and pushed open the doors to the rooftop party already underway.

"Nice choice!" Amanda yelled over the music.

He snagged a couple of drinks from a passing waiter and handed her one. "To tonight!"

"To the dynamic duo!" She added. She finished her glass quickly and the refill he pressed into her hand. She then grasped his hand and pulled him with her. "Dance with me!"

He followed her out onto the crowded dance floor. He smiled at the people he noticed over her shoulder and quickly spinned her into his arms before dipping her.

"Hey!" She squealed with laughter. "You can't pull those type of moves yet." She stumbled upright. "I have to have at least two more drinks and lose these shoes to be able to keep up with that."

He calmed his moves down as a slow song began. "Alright, no more goofing off. This song calls for us to respect the love."

She shook her head. "Right."

He cocked an eyebrow. "Not feeling the love?"

"Not really." She replied, grinning. "I love you, but not the way this song is describing it."

"Wrong partner, huh?" He teased.

"Definitely." She responded. Her smile grew bigger when he twirled her.

Maxwell let go of her hand and watched as she tried to stop herself from crashing into the man behind her.

The tall, dark haired man wrapped his arms around her waist to steady her.

Her eyes widened. "Thomas! What are you--I thought you were filming in Hollywood."

"I took some time off." He replied, pulling her closer to him.

She looked over her shoulder at Maxwell and saw his proud smile. He turned around and gathered Nadia in a hug and kiss while swaying to the music.

She felt a sense of excitement thrum through her at what the night now held and turned back to Thomas. "Well, this is a nice surprise." She glanced around and suddenly recognized those dancing and mingling. "What’s going on?"

"I believe it is an engagement party." Thomas told her, his lips brushing hers.

She wrapped her arms around his neck when he deepened the kiss. "Who's engagement?"

He gave a slight shrug as he took in her appearance. "You look beautiful."

She rose up on her toes and kissed him again. "Thank you. All Maxwell's doing." Her eyes drifted down his body. "As usual, you look very handsome."

His smile turned tender. "You make it difficult to concentrate when you look at me like that."

She laughed softly and rested her head on his shoulder. "Better?"

Another slow song started and he rested his head against hers. "There's only one way to make it better." He pressed a kiss to her ear. "Marry me."

She jerked her head up. "What?"

He caressed her cheek as he continued to sway with her. "I'm in love with you."

Amanda's brow furrowed as she looked up into his achingly handsome face. "I love you too."

His lips curved. "Then, marry me."

"Is that a question, Mr. Hunt?" She teased.

"It's what I hope." He whispered in her ear.

She gently pressed her lips to his. Her eyes lifted to his dark gaze and she nodded. "Yes."

He cupped her face as their mouths met in a passionate kiss. She smiled against his lips when he asked for her hand. Thomas slipped a ring over her ring finger and lifted her hand for a sweet kiss.

"WOOOOO!" Maxwell was up on the stage with a microphone, witnessing the entire proposal, and pointed down toward them. "She said yes, people!"

Amanda shaded her eyes when a spotlight was shined down on her and Thomas. The crowd cheered, only becoming silent when Maxwell motioned for them to do so.

"A lot of thought went into this epic night out." He began. "We got all our Cordonian family partying here with our new Hollywood bunch."

Addison yelled out at him. "WE LOVE YOU GUYS!"

"We love you too!" He shouted back. "Anyway, everyone raise your glasses!"

Thomas handed Amanda a glass of champagne then wrapped his arm around her waist. She was smiling up at him as she whispered how happy she was. He tenderly kissed her cheek while  whispering his own happiness.

Maxwell smiled down at the couple. "I already kinda began this as a practiced wedding toast in the limo, so let me just add one more thing." He held his glass up. "You guys are perfect for each other. Y'know, we look at you and we see you together and it's just... It fits. Y'know? And you just know it's gonna last forever."

Maxwell swallowed down the lump of emotion in his throat. "I already saw two people I love marry." He motioned toward Liam and Riley then faced Amanda. "Seeing my best friend in love with a man that truly sees how perfect she is..." He lowered his head for a moment. "It's all I ever wished for you." He took a deep breath. "To Thomas and Amanda!"

"To Thomas and Amanda!" Everyone else yelled out.

Amanda walked toward the stage and intercepted Maxwell as he hopped off. She threw her arms around him and thanked him, laughing when he spun around while hugging her.

“I can’t believe you actually told me Thomas was going to propose.” She teased.

“That’ll teach you to never doubt me again.” He playfully scolded. “I knew I wouldn’t be able to pretend I didn’t know what was going to happen. It would have slipped out at some point, so I figured I might as well tell you, knowing you wouldn’t believe me.”

She laughed and hugged him once more. “This night out really is the best we have ever had.”

"Told you this was going to be the most epic night ever." Maxwell bragged. He took her hand and twirled her back into Thomas’s arms. He then grabbed Nadia and held her close. “Now we party.”

[abalonetea]

Oh oh!! Would you be up to filling out a prompt yourself? I would love some cheer, especially from one of my favourite writers~ 💖 13?

absolutely, Quill! i’m always up for a prompt! thank you so much for sending one in and dsfgdsfgdsf for the lovely compliment!!!! right back at you, darling!!!

I would actually really love to do this with a second set of characters later, if that’s okay!

13. “you…made me dinner?”

“you...made me dinner?”

“I dunno what, hehe, what part’a that you aren’t gettin’? I mean - fuck, you’re supposed to be the smart one around here, right?” Jeremy thunks the plate down on one of the work tables, pointedly putting it directly on top of a stack of papers.

they look important. not his problem.

Lukas adjusts the heavy duty goggles he’s wearing, rocking forward in his chair. there’s Intent clinging to the tips of his gloves, but it’s hazy and unfocused. “is that...coffee?”

“nope.” Jeremy pops the word. “cause i’m pretty sure it’s been, it’s been - what, four days? since you slept in your actual room, and not just down here. you’re already half-crooked, man. you don’t need to be sleeping in chairs on top’a everythin’ else. that’s just fuckin’ - fuckin’ stupid.”

the Intent fades away. Lukas is very careful about how he takes off his gloves, rolling them inside out, putting them into a drawer instead of on top of the desk. the straps have cut into the side of his face, the bridge of his nose, ugly red lines from too much pressure for too long. “...tea?” when Jeremy just grins, Lukas says, slowly, “Feliciano’s going to be pissed you took that.”

“so? let him be a piss-baby if he wants t’be.” Jeremy knows that the meal isn’t much. left-over pork chops with the last of the cranberry onion glaze scraped out of the pan, and a potato he found in the back of the fridge, microwave baked and slathered in butter.

it’s better than nothing, thoug.

better than whatever pre-packaged foods are shoved in the back of the Techie’s work shop.

“no, no,” says Lukas. his chair has wheels on it. he uses his good leg to wheel himself over to the other desk. “it’s great. I guess it is time for dinner? time slips by and what...have...you?”

Jeremy gives Lukas his best unimpressed look. (it’s a very good look). “yuh-huh. time just goes right outta th’window, huh? just real hard t’keep track’a?” he hops up onto the desk. “guess it’s a good thing that I ain’t half bad at numbers, right? so I can - I can just, heheh, I can just stick around in here t’keep track’a time for you.”

Lukas uses the side of his fork to cut off a chunk of pork, scoops up potato and cranberry in the same bite. gets five mouthfuls in before he pauses long enough to say, “i don’t need a baby sitter.”

Jeremy snorts, drums his heels against the cabinet doors. “nah, man. not a baby sitter. just a - a - fuck, what’s th’fuckin’ word? a fuckin escort or whatever. since, uh, it ain’t just time you’ve been bad at, right? it’s been directions’n’locations’n shit. good thing i’m a fuckin’ pro at them, right? I can make sure you find your room real easy.”

“i have a deadline for this. the Council is expecting - “

“you to kiss ass, right. but here’s th’thing. I know you work better after a good night of it. so that’s what you’re gonna get. a good night of it.” Jeremy grins, then, split toothed and goofy. says, “i’ll walk ya to your room.”

and for the bluster and protest, Lukas still goes soft around the eyes, still shoves a mouthful of potatoes into his mouth so he can get away without commenting right away.

before he gets the chance too, Jeremy says, “seriously, man. don’t be a bitch.”

surprisingly, that’s the end of the protests on the matter.

_-_-_

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[silverncrimson]

The Atonement of a Daughter

( s e l f   p a r a }

May 10, 2020 / Mother’s Day 10:30pm Cemetery

It was eerily quiet that night. And it would have been creepy under any other circumstances, given the location, but at this very moment Diamond wasn’t afraid. She couldn’t muster that particular emotion at this time as her entire being was already overwhelmingly flooded with another. 

That of sorrow...or remorse. Either worked, really.

She had stopped by the cemetery once already that day to visit her mother’s grave, but she’d been with her brother and sister the first time around and while she’d readily agreed to go with them...it had honestly been something she’d wanted to do on her own. It was the first time she’d actually come to visit since her mother was brutally killed all those months ago - and before today, she hadn’t been able to bring herself to go. To see the place where her mother was buried, put to rest for eternity, forever. Going with Marcel and Logan earlier in the day had been tough, to say the least, but she hadn’t been able to fully express herself like she’d wanted to - she hadn’t wanted to break down in front of her older siblings. They’d likely seen her cry enough as it was, and it was clear that they had needed this visit just as much as she did, and she hadn’t wanted to ruin it for them by breaking down completely.

But now here she was, kneeling in front of her mother’s tombstone, the flowers she and other two had brought earlier laid out around her. Diamond’s head was bent, chin all but touching her protruding collarbone, and her eyes were closed as she sobbed her heart out, the only sound present in the cemetery currently. Her chest heaving violently as she gasped through her tears...finally, after all these months, allowing herself to properly grieve. 

“Mama,” she choked out watery, sounding remarkably like the young, wounded child that she was, despite her age of twenty-one. She reached out to lovingly caress the grass beneath her - it was the closest she’d get to touching her mother ever again, and acknowledging that broke her heart into a million pieces all over again. “Oh, mama...I m-miss you so - so much. Just...So much. We all do - all of us - Uncle Zane, Uncle Billie, S-Sloan, Zoe, Marcel, Alex and Logan...and m-me...Just, all of us,” she cried, unabashedly letting the tears run down her face in a heavy, steady stream and onto the soil below. “It’s been so hard without you...We’ve all been so lost...”

Opening her eyes, which glistened in the darkness of the night with her tears, her hazel eyes took in the words on the tombstone, from her mother’s name and date of birth...to her date of death...

FUCK.

She quickly snapped her eyes shut again with a wet-sounding grasp, and her mind was quick to flash back to the night that her mother was murdered brutally before her eyes. Before her family’s eyes. The shock that had gone through her body as it registered in her brain what had happened; the scream that had tore itself from her throat. The pandemonium that ensued around her...

And then her mind starting flashing through all the memories she had of her mother, inconveniently skipping through all the good stuff, and going right into the bad ones - the far less happier times. When it was just her and her mother in the house. Her other siblings had all moved out by then, and as the youngest, she’d been left with Zaeliana...and the two constantly butted heads. They’d had several heated arguments to be sure, mostly over Diamond’s future and her academics. Diamond had been a highly intellectual child, and had even skipped several grades in her elementary years, and so her school work always came first. She took pride in being smart, despite the severe bullying she’d underwent in her classes. Her mother had been very proud of her youngest daughter’s excellence, as well; so proud, in fact, that she pushed and pushed Dime to be even better, to be the best, unknowing that it was doing nothing but embittering the teenager. It was study, study and study some more, and even for a genius child, it was too much. And yet Diamond had done everything her mother had asked of her, out of love and respect...up until the prospect of modeling came about and that was where the two really butted heads.

At the very reminder of all the words said between mother and daughter, Diamond flinched in guilt and gave another choked sob, bowing so that her forehead touched the grass. She repeated ‘I’m sorry,’ over and over into the dampening soil beneath her, guilt eating away at her heart as she remembered being so mad at her mother for refusing to hear her out, that she’d screamed ‘I wish you were dead!’ at the top of her lungs, and the look of shock and hurt on her mother’s face that followed. Still to this day, those words haunted Diamond. Especially now that her mother really was dead. After all, it had been so unlike Diamond, saying something so spiteful and terrible. She had never before raised her voice so loudly or so hatefully at anyone like that ever before, and never since. Of course, the resentment for her mother still lingered back then, up until Diamond actually left the family estate at 18 and headed to college, where she rebelled against her mother full force, by running off and becoming a model anyways. Even keeping it secret for over a year, before she’d come clean to the family.

To say that her mother hadn’t been happy about the news would have been an understatement, but looking back now, Diamond knew that her mother had only been concerned for her; after all, the fashion industry was a harsh one, and the thought of Diamond wasting all of her amazing potential on a dream that might not happen, or happen briefly but come crashing down, worried her. And while Zaeliana had come around in the end, even showing up at her runway shows in New York on occasion, the tension had always remained between them...mostly on Diamond’s end.

Biting at her wet, tear-soaked lips, Diamond’s entire being shook as she wept her remorse over her mother’s cold grave. “I’ve been s-so unbelievably ungrateful to you all th-these years, even resented you, for trying to control my life, or what I perceived as you trying to be controlling...I t-took you and your guidance for g-granted and and I’m so sorry, Mama. I’m sorry I was such a spoiled brat, and - and so quick and eager to leave you the second I got the chance, and I’m sorry I ignored you for so long after I moved out. Deceiving you...and I’m sorry that I lied to you, that I’m still lying to everyone else about everything...and I’m sorry I’ve avoided coming around to visit you for so long...I’m so sorry!”

It was an atonement of her guilt that she had desperately needed to make since January, but she’d been unable to. Every time she’d thought to come and visit her mother’s grave, she’d instead go out and party, drowning herself in drugs, alcohol and sex, to help numb the pain that was always there these days. Too painful for her to face. 

She was - is - a terrible daughter. Sister. Niece.

Person. A terrible, terrible person.

“Y-You...you were right to worry about me,” her breath came quick and erratic, her wet face glinting in the moonlight from where it’s still firmly pressed to the grass. She shakily situated herself so that she was laying, fetal position, curled atop the now healed mound of dirt and grass that had been moved in order to place her mother six feet under it, before being put back. The smell of earth filled her lungs as she tearfully confessed, “I love my job and I wouldn’t trade it for anything, but...I’m not okay, mama. I’m not and I haven’t been for a very long time...I’m a mess. I’ve made such a mess of everything.” Perhaps that was a little exaggerated, in retrospect, as not everything in her life was affected by her drug addiction or her alcoholic tendencies, or the fact that she was practically starving herself, despite her family always mentioning food at every damn turn, like they knew she wasn’t eating or something. It’s nearly impossible to avoid food when with them, and honestly, that was one of the only reasons she hated being around them so much. It always made her anxiety skyrocket, and now that she has agreed to move in with Logan...It was going to be a nightmare. As much as she absolutely loved her sister, the fact remained that Diamond had no desire whatsoever to eat anything, and Logan loved to cook...It was going to be hell. Because seriously, how the fuck was she going to be able to hide anything from Logan now?

So yes, while her plethora of problems didn’t affect everything in her life (just yet), the fact remains that her family had no idea about any of it, or at least, the scope of it. Sure, she often hung out with Marcel and Logan at the nightclubs, or ran into them, but..they hadn’t exactly seen Diamond at her worst. They’d seen her drunk, and even high, but who wasn’t one or either of those things at Genesis or Eden? They didn’t know how bad it really was for her.

And honestly? That elated and made her feel like absolute shit, in equal measure. Glad that they didn’t know the severity of her addictions or eating and Bipolar disorder - that the Diamond they saw was the one she wanted them to see; the put-together baby Washington who liked to have fun and who was always super happy; the one who swore up and down to their faces that she was still taking her meds every day; the one who had a promising and rapidly rising career ahead of her. When in fact, reality was far harsher. Her life wasn’t all about haute couture and glitter, and fancy heels like she pretended it was. It was a bit darker than all that, and she said nothing to make her family believe otherwise. She didn’t want them to be ashamed of her, or outright disgusted of her for her piss poor decisions.

At the very thought of her family hating her, she gave a loud whimper that sounded a great deal like that of a wounded animal, and she reached up to grasp at her chest, where the pain was nearly cripplingly. The thought of losing any more of her family was a painful one - whether it was from death or by her own folly, it didn’t matter. Them hating her was a constant thought and fear that did nothing for her often overwhelming depression, which just so happened to feed off those types of thoughts.

“What if they hate me?” she shuttered into the ground, thin body wracked with anxious sobs, “What if - Mama, what if they’re so ashamed of me that they just...th-throw me in rehab and forget about me?” She couldn’t be abandoned by her family...that would break her. She already lost her mother, and it hurt too fucking much, knowing that her family suffered the loss of such a great woman. But to lose the others as well...it was unthinkable.

Of course, deep down passed all of her overwhelming anxieties and self-doubt and her immense shame, Diamond knew her family would never desert her. That they loved her with every fiber of their being. But of course, her mind was a dark, dark place most days and that knowledge was rarely, if ever, acknowledged upon.

Finally, after was seemed like hours but in reality had only been a half-hour at best, the young model began to feel the sorrow that had been burdening her heart for so long begin to lift, and her sobs soon turned to hiccups, and quieter gasps of air. Her tears kept coming, but she knew it would be a long, long time yet before those went away. Pushing herself up into a kneeling position once more, with her long legs coming to fold underneath her, she was able to breathe a little easier, her guilt feeling lesser than it had when she’d first collapsed onto the grave. That said, Diamond was now beginning to become a little more aware of her surroundings and realizing just how late it was, and how...cold she felt. And how utterly stupid she was for being out this late by herself. She’d left the dinner party at the estate early, claiming she needed to go back to her now old apartment to pick up a few things she’d forgotten to pack up. It was a terrible excuse, but being inside the Washington estate again after so long, and without her mother there with them all, had been great but also way too emotionally overwhelming. She couldn’t stay there any longer. Instead of going to the apartment, though, she’d detoured a bit back to the cemetery, to visit her mother. Just one-on-one.

It was stupid, being out so late at night - especially by herself - but she hadn’t cared at the time. Now, as the chilly Chicago breeze picked up and rustled the leaves of the trees nearby, the creepiness of the night began to set in. She now remembered, some weeks ago, promising Marcel and Logan to never come to the cemetery by herself again...whoops. That was definitely a promise broken, not that she was going to be telling them about it. This visit would be strictly kept between her and her mother only.

After wiping at her sopping face with the sleeve of her over-sized sweater, she brought her hand to her lips before reaching down and pressing it solemnly to the ground, right where she imagined her mother’s head would be, “I love you so much, Mama, and I miss you every damn day you’re not here with me - us...I promise you, I’ll come by and visit more often, okay? We’ll have more talks, and I’ll tell you everything that you’re missing - the not-so-great stuff, but especially the good stuff.” Again wiping at her leaking eyes, Diamond slowly got to her feet, brushing off the dirt that had gotten on her bare knees as they dug into the ground. With a brief, wan smile, she blew the grave site a kiss and gave it a wave, “Goodnight - I love you,” she said in finality, before reluctantly turning away and walking back the way she’d come, now more than ever eager to get home.

To crawl into bed, and maybe - just maybe - cry some more to herself until she was actually able to fall asleep.

[songbird-musing]

Virtuoso: Chapter Three - Verses

Enjolras is Saint-Michel Academy’s brightest young composer. He runs the orchestra, the Musician’s Rights board, chairs the scholarship program, teaches free classical music to children, and is in the middle of his dissertation. He has never been anything less than a prodigy, until his teacher forces him to write a pop song.

Enter the effortlessly cool Grantaire, with his smudged eyeliner and lovely guitar-playing fingers. He really digs Enjolras’ “vibe,” whatever that means.

There's wooing, and revelry, and all sorts of things that don't quite suit Enjolras' sensibilities.

Chapter One

Chapter Two 

Verses

“So, are you conducting at any upcoming concerts?” Grantaire asked, lit only by a flickering outdoor lamp.

“Not anything official... I’m performing a cello solo and some ensemble stuff at the showcase next week, though,” their faces were blistered by the heat from the tea.

“Wait... What is your main instrument?” Grantaire filled his lungs with smoke, “Can you play the whole orchestra?” he joked.

“Pretty much,” Enjolras scuffed his toes against the floor, “Pushy parents...” he paused, “I’m grateful, though. I don’t know where I’d be without music.”

“Do you not think you’d have found it anyway?” Grantaire asked, eyes closed, lips parted.

“What? Music?” Enjolras tucked his hands under his jacket to warm them. “Who knows? I’d probably have ended up as a lawyer, or a banker or something.”

“What... like ninety percent of the Saint-Michel graduates?” he slumped his head to the side and traced a bird through the sky with a half-amused tilt to his mouth. “Anyway, I don’t believe that for a second. You’d have found it... it’s who you are.”

Enjolras watched him closely, mouth suddenly dry.

“Do you want...?” Grantaire asked, tilting the cigarette towards him.

“Oh no... I don’t smoke.”

“Tobacco?”

“Anything,” Enjolras answered, lungs recoiling at the scent.

“Man of strong morals,” he said, yawning slightly. “I’m afraid I have none.” He kicked the end of his cigarette into an overflowing pile. “Let’s finish this masterpiece.”

A laugh bubbled in Enjolras’ chest and burst through, clattering loudly in the patch of cobblestones.

“Grantaire,” he asked, and the boy turned around with a look in his eyes, as if he hadn’t expected Enjolras to even know his name. “Why are you even at Saint-Michel’s?” He stood, hands still warming beneath his arms. “Surely there’s a contemporary school of music you could study at?”

“Um,” said Grantaire, turning slightly red. Enjolras couldn’t tell whether he was blushing, or if it were just the sunset bouncing off his cheeks. “I’m performing at the showcase next week, so maybe, if you stick around, you’ll see why.”

They stepped back inside, the air gracefully far warmer.

“What does that mean?” Enjolras asked, itching for Grantaire’s answer. “Do you play like the oboe or something?”

“You’ll see...” Grantaire lifted a corner of his mouth and Enjolras inexplicably had to drop his gaze, a strange feeling stirring in his chest. “Can’t give away all my mystery at once,” he leaned in, “My mystery is all I have going for me.”

“Very mysterious,” said Enjolras in a small voice, laugh curling the edge of his breath. His senses snapped from the moment as a shrill ringing screeched from Grantaire’s phone.

“Oh,” the sound poured from his lips like carelessly spilled water, his eyes glazed. “I didn’t realise it was so late.” He threw his phone roughly onto the bed and stretched his limbs out.

“Plans for the evening?” Enjolras asked, hovering by the keyboard, fingers longing for the keys.

“I forgot all about it...” Grantaire cursed, grabbing a fresh shirt from his wardrobe, patterned with an unexpectedly intricate Victorian design in forest green. “I could call it off...” but the words eked from him, as if cancelling his plans was not on his mind at all.

“No, of course not... Um... I’ll just...” Enjolras cleared his throat, making for his scarf. “Nice shirt.”

“It’s my wooing shirt,” Grantaire laughed, mirth smeared in his eyes.

“Oh, you’re going on a date?” Enjolras said with a smile, shouldering his coat.

Grantaire laughed again, shaking his hair out of his eyes. “A date...” he made quick work of the buttons on the shirt he was wearing. “Sure... let’s call it that.”

With a swift movement, he slithered from the material of his top and threw it onto a lump of clothing.  Enjolras caught a glimpse of his russet shoulders, marked with delicate black ink and masses of freckles before he turned to the door, cheeks heating.

“I’ll head off then,” he said, blinking a little too rapidly.

“One sec,” Grantaire said, “Catch!”

Enjolras was forced to confront the image of a half-shirted Grantaire and apologised fervently, missing the memory stick soaring towards him and hearing it clatter by his feet.

“Sorry for what? I have no shame regarding the human form...” he quirked an eyebrow.

“You sound like Jehan.”

“Jehan sounds like me...They used to do life modelling for me.”

“Huh?” Enjolras gaped.

“Yeah, I have the pictures somewhere. They’re very artful... Do you want to see?”

“I feel like I would have to ask Jehan first...”

“You’re such a sweet boy,” Grantaire said in a deeply southern accent. “Didn’t you see Jehan in that exhibition where they stood naked in a forest or something?”

“Oh...” Enjolras recalled it well, “The Adam and Eve thing. It was certainly an interesting take on religious gender non-conformity...” He tilted his head, “I think they still get death threats sometimes.”

Grantaire threw his head back in a laugh, and Enjolras wished he could throw such a glorious laugh around with Grantaire’s ease.

“Hang on, I’ll show you out.” He bumped open the door with his hip, towering a myriad of plates and empty cups in his hands.

“Thanks for doing this with me,” Enjolras said, voice shatteringly polite, “Seriously, Grantaire, I’m so grateful.”

Grantaire grazed his shoulder up into a shrug and brushed Enjolras’ comment away with finesse. “Ép,” he said, slamming the dirty dishes onto the table before her. She peered up from a clunky Mac, headphones nestled in her hair. She gazed at him briefly before her eyebrows slanted downwards.

“What’s with the wooing shirt?” she asked, dragging the headphones from her ears.

“Are you going to be here all night?” he asked, grabbing an apple and sinking his teeth into it.

“Yeah...?” she said after a pause, “Ugh, don’t make me leave,” she complained, “I’m literally in the middle of producing right now.”

“No, its fine,” Grantaire’s eyes were burning hazel under the setting sun, “I’ll be back in a few hours. Just tell Claque if I find any more of his masks, or creepy merchandise in my room again, he’s banned from ever coming here again. I’ve had enough. He’s doing it on purpose now, I swear...” Grantaire looked to Enjolras with a dark shade in his gaze, “I found an ornamental dagger in my pillowcase last night,” he said in way of explanation. “It’s getting beyond weird now.”

“He does it to show affection,” Éponine said, “Like a cat.”

“That’s even worse!” Grantaire said, “Like at least ten billion times worse! Tell him there is more to life than aesthetic.”

“Try to tell that to anyone in the band, my dear,” Éponine laughed. “Well, have fun guys!”

Enjolras blinked.

“Éponine!” Grantaire hissed, shaking his head frenetically. “The shirt’s not for him.”

The moment stretched out and Éponine let out a giggle, collapsing her head onto her forearms. “Oops!” she snorted, “I totally thought you were gonna...”

“Why would I make us go all the way back to his house?” Grantaire said, smirk playing on his face, “I’m a good host, Ép. You would be kicked out.”

“This is weird...” Enjolras interjected, feeling a little flushed.

“You’re right. This is weird, and it’s all your fault,” Grantaire said, pulling a face at Éponine. “Right, I better get ready.”

With a spin, Grantaire reached their front door and presented it to Enjolras with a bow. “It has been a pleasure to work with you, Enjolras. When’s the lesson we have to perform in?”

“Monday at nine,” Enjolras said, “With Valjean.”

Grantaire groaned. “Very devious of you to tell me that at the very end... Monday at nine! Okay, okay, fine. I’ll see you then. Maybe I’ll catch you before to practise.” Grantaire’s eyes were drifting away, “Seriously, though, we should hang sometime. Courf seems really cool.”

“Oh, yeah,” Enjolras said, “He really is.”

“You don’t sound convinced,” Grantaire joked. Enjolras eyed the pattern of his shirt.

“No, he is! Anyway, I don’t want to keep you... Enjoy your... thing.”

“Thanks,” Grantaire said, giving another laugh, but peering through narrowed eyes. “Are you alright?”  

“Hm?” Enjolras started, “Oh sorry... just have Beethoven on my mind.”

“What?” Grantaire asked, “Well... Good luck with that?” he leant forwards and briefly embraced Enjolras, kissing the air beside his cheeks casually. “See you later. Safe travels!”

Enjolras travelled back on the metro with a strange, roiling sensation shifting in his stomach. He closed his eyes, tilted his head back, and let the haunting melodies of Shostakovich ensnare his senses for the ride.

~*~

“House meeting!” shouted Combeferre, who perhaps called house meetings far more than necessary.

“What’s wrong now?” asked Courf with a playful groan, “Did I eat your last avocado again?”

“The issue to discuss is a certain Courfeyrac’s attendance in this household,” said Combeferre, opening his journal and scratching down a title. He flicked to another page and nodded, “You’ve been absent five out of the past seven nights...”

Courfeyrac lounged back on the sofa, letting his mass of dark curls flop over his eyes, “Sorry, dad.”

“I feel like you shouldn’t be paying full rent,” Combeferre said, pushing his glasses up his nose. “But... there is a way to rectify your missteps.”

“You can tell he’s going to be the most intense teacher in five years time,” Courfeyrac said with an eye roll to Enjolras.

“No backchat,” Enjolras quipped, quietly letting his fingers drift over the strings of his harp.

The three of them laughed in tangent.

“Seriously though, you have to give an opinion on my dissertation,” Combeferre said, throwing a chunky booklet into his friend’s hands.

“No!” Courfeyrac elongated, letting the vowel ring out through the flat. “Why am I subjected to such cruel punishment for taking advantage of my youth?”

“Love you so much!” Combeferre said, giving Enjolras a roguish wink. “We’ve sorted him out,” he said in a mock whisper, ignoring Courfeyrac’s dramatic complaints. “What’s wrong, Enj?”

“Hm?” Enjolras leant his forehead against the gilded edge of his harp.

“You’re playing Tchaikovsky again.”

“What does that mean?” Enjolras sighed, stilling his fingers.

“Darling,” Courfeyrac rolled his eyes, “The last time you looked this mopey was when I said I didn’t like Bach that much.”

Enjolras instantly frowned. “You should be expelled from Saint-Michel’s, you heathen.”

“Stop deflecting,” Combeferre interjected, “Do I have to call the second house meeting of the night?”

“Do you guys think I’m not living in the student life as much as I could be?”

“Absolutely,” Courf said.

“One thousand percent,” Combeferre added, “But since when have you wanted to act like a student?”

“Has that nasty boy Grantaire been corrupting you?” Courfeyrac asked, “I’ll be having words with him.”

“I think you might have a chance with him,” Enjolras tilted his head, watching the flare of interest in Courfeyrac’s eyes.

“Nah,” he said after a moment, “It would break Jehan and I’s agreement. No sharing.”

Enjolras licked his cracked lips and his eyebrows folded. “Jehan and Grantaire...? They were a thing?”

Courfeyrac laughed lazily. “You know Jehan... Free love... There’s literally no-one in that circle that Jehan hasn’t slept with... Well, apart from Gueulemer... he’s painfully straight. We’re both trying to see who can crack him.”

“You’re awful, Courf,” Combeferre said, “Leave the poor heterosexual alone.”

“Are you going out tomorrow night, Courf?” Enjolras asked, the words tasting brassy on his tongue.

“Dunno,” he turned his wide-eyed gaze to Combeferre, “Can I go out tomorrow, dad, please?”

Combeferre grimaced. “Stop calling me dad.”

“Daddy says yes,” Courf said with an exaggerated wink.

“House meeting!” Combeferre shouted, mirth in his eyes, “The issue on the table: never do that again.” He shut his notebook and stalked away.

“Well, I’ll come with you.”

“Ooh, Enjolras!” Courfeyrac said, scandalised, “On a school night as well! You little rebel!”

~*~

After university the next day, Enjolras contemplated himself in the mirror, red shirt as stark as blood against his skin. He buttoned it to the top, but unfastened the button closest to his neck. He imagined calling it his ‘wooing shirt’ to literally anybody and almost turned as scarlet as the material. With a glimpse at his alarm, he noticed the lateness of the hour and snapped at Courfeyrac to hurry up.

“Me?” Courfeyrac gaped, “I’ve been ready for the past four hours,” he exaggerated, still shirtless and barefoot. “I’m not the one raunchily exposing a slither of neck and blushing at myself.”

“That’s not-” Enjolras blushed, “That wasn’t what I was doing!”

“Gosh! I’ve heard that Enjolras is a floozy, you know?” Courf called to no one in particular, “I once caught a glimpse of his ankles!”

“His ankles?!” Combeferre called from a distant room, sounding aghast.

“You both are the worst,” Enjolras said, still flushed. Courfeyrac grinned and ruffled a hand through Enjolras’ mass of blonde curls.

“Come on, you harlot,” he tiptoed to smack an affectionate kiss to Enjolras’ cheek, “We have some revelry to revel in.”

By Courfeyrac’s standards, revelry was measured in how blisteringly high one could become.

“That’s not what I’m saying, and you know it,” he drawled, after they had arrived at the party, passing a joint to Jehan, arm crossing over Enjolras’ chest as he did so. “I just think that if the moon was real then it wouldn’t be such a symbol of mystery... I’m just saying... who looks at the moon and isn’t a little bit creeped out?”

“You get creeped out by the moon?” Joly asked, head resting on Musichetta’s lap.

“Like...” said Courf, eyes drifting shut, “Like just a tiny bit...” a small cough rattled in his throat, “I just don’t trust it.”

“I think the moon is lovely,” Jehan said. Joly peered up and shared an eye-roll with Enjolras. Joly was the first violinist in the Saint-Michel orchestra, and had dealt with the whole bunch of orchestral stoners more than Enjolras had had the will to.

“You think everything is lovely, Jehan,” Enjolras said. Jehan looked at him with starry, brown eyes and slumped against the column of his neck.

Then, amidst the smoke haze of the room, time seemed to unfold far quicker than it usually did, and Jehan had led Enjolras to their room, to show him the life paintings Grantaire had mentioned.

“Yeah,” Enjolras said, head a little fuzzy, “Very artful... he said they were.” The pictures captured Jehan as they looked in the current moment, lazy-eyed and oozing contentedness. “They’re incredible, Jehan.”

“Tell Grantaire... he was the one who did the hard work.”

Enjolras was not sure what came over him, but he ducked his head and felt the edge of Jehan’s lip between his own. He felt a hand leap to the back of his head, and the warm curl of fingers lace themselves through his hair. Jehan’s lips feel like a revolution – Enjolras had never kissed someone so well versed in the art of kissing. The lips on his neck made him gasp for air. He contemplated how long it had been since the skin of his neck had been worshipped so... too long. A year ago with the pretentious cellist that was too attractive for words, (Enjolras had called it off when the sex had been the only part that didn’t bore him half to death.)

“Jehan,” he mouthed, feeling mind-spinningly blissful. His hand dropped to Jehan’s waist, feeling for a seam of material. His fingers searched blindly, tracing the edge of Jehan’s hips, increasingly frantic. Enjolras broke away with a tut and stared at Jehan’s attire.

“It’s a romper,” Jehan said in explanation. Then, as Enjolras moved his hands to the zip on Jehan’s back, they said, “What are you doing, Enjolras?” Enjolras pressed his lips to Jehan’s collarbone, who laughed breathily and batted his head away. “What’s gotten into you?”

“I’m looking for my wilder side,” Enjolras said, eyes dark.

“I’m not going to sleep with you,” Jehan said lightly, “I thought this was just a friendly make-out session.”

“You sleep with everyone,” Enjolras said, drawing back and resenting the whine that had infiltrated into his tone. In lieu of offense, Jehan merely snorted with a grin.

“Look, I’m down for casual flings aplenty, but you, my friend, are not.”

“I wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t.”                                    

“No,” Jehan shrugged, “You wouldn’t be here if you were.”

“That makes no sense,” Enjolras frowned, “Your pseudo-deep doesn’t work on me.”

“Come on, Enj,” Jehan said, patting Enjolras good-naturedly on the chest, “If you actually wanted a hook-up, you wouldn’t have come to the one person you thought would never turn you down... I’m sorry, but I am just not dealing with the emotional nonsense you are sure to bring.”

“What?” he gaped, mouth dropping open.

“You’re a drama queen, Enjolras – you can’t even deny it...” they smiled, “Let’s not do this.” Jehan tucked the sketches back into place and stretched out their arms. “Wow,” they said with a hazy blink, “I am too high right now.”

“You always are,” muttered Enjolras.

“Don’t get grumpy with me, darling,” Jehan said, “I still love you.”

Enjolras flushed a little, still not as open with his words as Jehan could be. “Yeah, and I love you as well. Besides, I’m not grumpy with you, I’m grumpy with myself.”

“Enjolras,” Jehan tutted, “Don’t mope... I can shower you with positive affirmations, if you’d like... You’re the loveliest boy I’ve ever met, anyone would be blessed to have you, and you’re as beautiful as the sun itself... I am at once blinded by you yet cannot take my eyes from you... happy now?”

Enjolras couldn’t stop the smile that spread across his mouth. Jehan laughed and pressed a friendly kiss to his lips.

“Ugh, I’m so embarrassed,” Enjolras said, covering his face.

“About what?” Jehan said, smile lazy, “I’m so high, I’ve forgotten already.”

[shoddy-sonneteer]

Accepting Despondency

Pairing: Suga*Reader

Genre: Angst/Fluff-ish

Word Count: 2517 words

Summary: One simple miscalculation, changed Yoongi's life forever in ways he never imagined it would turn out to be

Trigger Warning: Major character death and mentions of accident and blood

 “Namjoon-ah, I have to leave early. I’m meeting her parents today. Call me if you need anything though.” Yoongi said stretching on the chair he had been seated for more than 7 hours.

“Sure hyung. Don’t worry about anything. I’ll handle it. Tell them I said hi.” Namjoon said giving him a knowing nod and proceeded to go ahead with the tunes they were mixing.

“Of course. I’ll see you guys later.” Yoongi said making his way out of the studio to buy some stuff on his way to meet (Y/N)’s parents.

The trips to visit (Y/N)’s parents were always bitter sweet. But those trips were like his own personal therapy session for him. Especially after that fateful day.

----

Yoongi first saw you when you were new to class during middle school and took an interest in you. It was not because you were new or good looking. But it was the song you were listening to during the break – Stony Skunk’s Ragga Muffin. Not many people were aware of them and even if they did, they did not like their music and style enough to sing them or hear them in public. But for Yoongi, it was that song that made him want to become a producer.

He could not hide the excitement he felt when he saw that song play on your music player. Before he knew it, he was standing in front of you with a shy smile.

You were not the least bit surprised at his sudden presence. You were approached by a lot of guys both from your class and also others. You gave him a lazy look removing only one side of your earphones because you were sure that the conversation wouldn’t last more than 2 minutes.

But what surprised you was that he wanted to talk to you and have a conversation about your favourite reggae band and not ask you out.

After a month of fangirling about the band together, Yoongi realised that the both of you had a lot more in common than he realised and that made his interest in you peak.

One day when the both of were hanging out, he couldn’t resist but ask you out. But to his disappointment, you weren’t interested in him like that. He respected that and the both of you continued to be good friends.

Soon, he took part in the Big Hit auditions and won the second place and had move to Seoul while you were still in Daegu continuing your schooling.

The last he saw you was when you came to his place to say goodbye to him one last time before he left. Back then, he had no hopes of ever meeting you again in life and was happy for the time he got to spend with you.

 But time had a different way of playing. After three years of debut and a mind filled with high hopes for the future with his ARMYs, he met you again. As a blind date he was forced to go on by Kihyun, the only person other than the members of BTS who could force him to do something though it was for his own good.

You were one of Kihyun’s childhood friends that reconnected with him because of the developing social media and as the two of you began reconnecting, he insisted very strongly that you go out with one of his closest idol friends that had a lot of things common with you.

When you arrived at the restaurant, you were surprised to see that it was Yoongi that was seated at the table that the waiter guided you to.  But you didn’t hesitate because it was better that it was someone you knew rather than some stranger you have seen only on the television.

“Hey.” You greeted him as you took a seat opposite to him.

The sound of your seemed to have startled him and when he took a look at you, realisation dawned on him and his expression smoothened.

“This is a surprise I never expected.” He said giving you a small smile.

“Me neither. Its good meet you after so many years though. And also, congratulations on your debut and the success of the latest album. The songs are really amazing.” You appreciated him sincerely which made his cheeks glow in a faint red colour and mumble a thank you.

The rest of the date went well with the both of you exchanging numbers and plans for another date quite soon.

 Since that day, to say that the both of you were inseparable was an understatement. The members often found the both of you cuddled together either in his studio while you helped him work or at the dorms watching a movie or joking around with the other members.

In short you were there for him through all his good and bad days as he was for you.

This was the topic for the members most of the day to make fun of him. But he didn’t care. All he cared about was how you were with him supporting his dreams and also giving him some suggestions and motivation to make his work better. He loved how you were able to sense his mood even through a small text that he sends and you do all you can to make sure that he feels better.

The only thing that Yoongi hated absolutely was the fact that he had to travel a lot for shows and concerts. Though he loved spending time with ARMY, he wished he could also spend some more time with you and be there by your side.

Though you had told him numerous times that though it was frustrating for you sometimes too, you knew that he was always there for you and that you knew what you were signing up when you decided to date an idol. Especially one as busy as BTS.

 One day, you got all call from Joon that Yoongi has been in his studio for the past 5-6 hours and by the way he spoke, you were positive that he hadn’t bothered to eaten anything. These types of calls weren’t rare as he had a habit of locking himself in the studio for long periods. So, you decided to pay him a visit with along with some food.

You entered the code for the studio without knocking because you have done this a lot of times before. As you opened the door you could see that he was busily working on his system with his headphones on. You decided to startle him without making any voice though it wouldn’t be difficult given that he was already wearing headphones.

You slowly walked over to him and back hugged him removing the headphones and keeping it on your ears. But he was quick enough to pause the song and unplug the headphones before you could get a sneak peek on what he was working.

Normally, this wasn’t surprising because he would only play the completed version to you to get your feedback. Sometimes you didn’t even get that. But the look of panic on his face when you took the headphones was what surprised you.

Yoongi wasn’t a person that panicked that easily for matters like this. Annoyed? Yes. Panicked? No. This was new and made you frown.

“What happened Yoongles?” You asked proceeding to sit on his lap placing the headphones on his table.

“Nothing babe. I just wanted you to listen to that song after its done. Anyway, what are you doing here? Not that I’m complaining.” He said hugging your waist and snuggling his face on your neck making you giggle slightly.

“Joon called me and told that you haven’t been out of the studio for hours and haven’t eaten anything. So, I brought some food.”

“Thanks a lot babe. I love you.” He said kissing your cheek. The both of you froze at what he said. It was the first time either of you had said ‘I love you’ to the other.

“Wait. You like love me?” You asked turning to look at him completely.

“No… yea. I love you. What’s not to love about you? you’re amazing, you care about me even though I don’t sometimes care about myself, you have seen in my worst and are still here and most importantly, you’re the only person I see myself wanting to spend the rest of my life with.”

That’s the most sweetest and open thing Yoongi had ever told you in your five months of relationship and the little confession from him made your heart melt entirely. The look on his face was filled with sincerity with a tinge of hesitation.

“I love you too pabo. Of course, I love you.” You said looking into his eyes trying to match the sincerity he was displaying with a smile.

“That song. I was going to play it for you before I said it. That’s why I snatched the headphones.”

“Aww. You romantic gummy bear. Play it now. Right now!”

“First of all, gummy bear? Seriously? If you wanted to call me after a candy, I’d rather it be something better than that. Second of all, the song is not completely done.”

“First of all, gummy bears are amazing. And the name is perfect for you because of your gummy smile and also because you sleep like a bear in hibernation. Second of all, I don’t care if it not fully completed or not. You wrote it for me and I want to listen to it.” you declared taking the earphones and putting them on.

Chuckling, he played the song. It wasn’t like any other songs he wrote before. It was filled with emotions in each and every word he had rapped. The words brought tears to your eyes even without you realising it. Yoongi slowly rubbed circles in your hand in an attempt to calm you.

“Yoongi this is amazing!” you exclaimed, hugging him tight after the song ended.

“You really like it?” He asked doubt lacing his tone.

“Yes! This is so amazing that I’m in tears right now. you’re an amazing composer. I’m so in love with this song. But only after AGUSTD. That album will always be on the top position.”

“After all this time, I don’t even know if you’re joking or not. you’re jamming to it almost always. Anyways, I’m glad you like it.”

“Of course, I like it. my boyfriend that loves me composed it for me to say that he loves me.” You said leaning forward to kiss him.

But before neither of you could take it any further, his stomach gave away that he hadn’t been eating anything since breakfast. So, you decided to continue this later and got off his lap to give him the food you brought on your way here.

 It had been three years since the first actual date the both of you had been to, excluding the blind date Kihyun made you guys which was the main reason you guys met again (though neither of you would say that to him and give him the satisfaction). The both if you decided to go visit your parents because it had been really long since the you guys visited them and the finally got a whole week off.

You spotted him waiting for you outside the cab parked opposite to your apartment. Smiling, you started walking toward him unaware of the fact that a car that was approaching your way.

Before Yoongi could warn you about it, things had gotten out of hand and you were lying on the road in a pool of your blood, barely conscious.

It ripped Yoongi’s heart that you – who were one of the strongest women he knew – weren’t able to make it out of the hospital alive. What killed him the most was that he could have stopped this from happening if had paid more attention to the surroundings and warned you sooner.

If only he had done that, you would have been in his arms right now, cuddling with him.

Even though the other members and even your parents tried telling him that it was not his fault and that it was an accident that no one could have possibly foreseen, he couldn’t help but feel like somehow, he was also responsible for this.

He knew that this accident had not only robbed him of the love of his life but also the only daughter your parents had and that he had to be there for them as their strength and also let them be there for him.

Since then, he had been visiting them at least once in two weeks to make sure they were eating properly and taking good care of themselves and let them pamper him as if he were their own son. That time he was visiting them was the only time he let his guard down and let them see the actual Min Yoongi apart from when he was with the other members or his own family.

Though you were no longer there, you gave Yoongi another family that loved him and took care of him like his own and gave your parents a son they never expected to have.

---

Removing the gloves, Yoongi knocked on the door that was opened by a friendly looking female whose face lit up after seeing his face.

“Come on in. Right on time. I was just making samgyeopsal for you.” She said pulling him for a hug.

“Thanks mom. You didn’t have to though.” He said returning the hug.

“Nonsense. How can I not after knowing that you’ll be visiting us?”

“Thanks mom. I got you guys some things I thought you might need. I remember dad complaining that it was too cold to go outside. So, I got him some gloves and muffler so he doesn’t skip his morning walk anymore.”

“That’s nice. Finally, he will no longer have an excuse.”

“Thanks a lot, son.” Dad said sarcastically coming to the door to greet him.

“No problem dad. What did the doctor say during the previous appointment?”

“Oh, he said a lot. I’ll tell you when we are eating. Now go and rest. You must be tired after the travel. Your room is ready for you.” Mom said making him walk towards the room to freshen up.

“Okay mom. I’ll be right back and help you with the cooking.” He said closing the door behind him and placed his bag on the freshly made bed.

This wasn’t his room exactly. It was your old room filled with all your memories from your childhood till you moved out to go to uni. This room gave him a feeling that you were by his side looking over him and guiding him throughout while making some important decisions. It was that feeling that has been keeping him going for the past one year along with the strength given to him by his members, his family – both of them and of course ARMY.

[northofthecosmos]

The Bazaar Breakdown

DISCLAIMER: I am in no way, shape or form a Bai Yu stan.

Okay now that that’s dealt with, here it finally is! 

The Big Bazaar Breakdown; a Bai Yu Meta post. 

In this discussion, we’re going to talk about Glasses!Bai Yu from the iconic Bazaar photoshoot, and why it is my favourite photoset of Glasses!Bai Yu probably of all time. Basically, I’m going to break down the reasons why I absolutely live for the Bazaar photoshoot.

Before I begin, it is important to note that I am not a professional. I’m just someone with myopia and an amatuer interest in how glasses work as accessories. As such, this is in no way a guide to picking out the right pair of glasses or how glasses work, it’s mostly my own preferences in regards to spectacles and such. So don’t take my comments too seriously. 

Now, my personal belief is that there is no hard and fast rule to picking the right pair of glasses.

As a whole, glasses are very versatile and flexible accessories. And they can be easily personalized to oneself. This really means that there is no concrete guide to picking glasses that suit you because the design choices in one pair that happens to compliment you isn’t going to apply to all glasses. And similarly, the details in one pair of spectacles isn’t limited to just one effect.

Articles and guides may tell you to contrast the angles of your face, and others may tell you to soften them. But the rule of thumb is to do whatever the fuck you want.

I mean, there is an overall line of logic to follow, but deviating from it in favour of whatever you like is strongly encouraged. It is essential, even. Glasses are super adaptable so they can work in so many ways. The only thing you have to know is:

To compliment, you have to Contrast and Accentuate.

Anyways, I digress and now it’s time to return to the Study of Glasses!Bai Yu. If you don’t know what the Bazaar photoshoot is, I’m talking about these:

Yes, this photoshoot is the absolute best. 

Most of why I love it so is attributed to my own personal preferences, but also how good those glasses are objectively. In other words, the Bazaar glasses work wonders because it’s a break from Bai Yu’s usual style, and the design sompliments his face in an unconventional but stunning way.

To really get this, I’m going to zoom out here and talk more generically. I’m going to provide some preface.

And here’s where it gets long so have a cut out of mercy.

The reason why I love Glasses!Bai Yu on any given day is because of his varying pairs of commonly worn glasses. And they all look fantastic on him because damn, does that guy know how to accessorize. However, do not make the mistake of believing that it looks good because Bai Yu can make it work. He can, of course and he does, but it’s mostly because Bai Yu knows what he’s doing.

I used to think he would look good in all glasses until I saw the cases where he didn’t. Again, debatable because he still looks cute but that might be a biased opinion. 

Such moments includes this:

I don’t know about you but compared to how he looks on an average day, that’s a downgrade. I can barely see his glasses at all. The bridge is kind of interesting but that’s about it.

You can see more of this here too:

The lack of rims don’t look good on him and the frame design is clunky, et cetera, et cetera. Maybe it’s the stache, maybe its the lack of stache. Who knows?

My point here is that the choice in glasses matter greatly. There are glasses that look good on you, and there are glasses that don’t. 

(There’s also this guy called CaoGuang who just straight up looks ugly. I don’t want to talk about him or have him here so please hunt on your own. Thanks for understanding.)

Anyways, to put this into context and apply it, let’s talk about Bai Yu’s face!

— The BY Face Shape

After flipping through a whole lot of Bai Yu’s barefaced photos, I’m fairly sure that his face shape falls under the diamond category. His hair obscures the shape most of the time but it should be quite obvious, regardless.

And you can see it quite clearly here:

Having a diamond-shaped faced is usually determined when the widest part of your face are your cheekbones. Scanning from the top to the bottom of the face, the forehead will expand out around the eyeline and the ears, before it finally narrows back down to the chin. Naturally, it resembles a diamond and that’s what you can observe through Bai Yu’s face.

You can see it here as well in lower quality:

See how his cheekbones jut out slightly from the sides of his face? And the way his forehead and chin are thinner in width? Yeah, that’s diamond-shaped face.

I hope that’s clear to all because it’s pretty important.

Moving on!

— The BY Jaw & Chin Shape

From further browsing of his many photos and videos, here is my conclusion. 

From the front, Bai Yu’s chin shape is rather angular and squarish. You can see this from the photos above about his face shape. Observe the shape how his chin ends. 

I think its fairly obvious that it ends in a slight extension down vertically and then stops in a straight, vaguely horizontal line. Hence, the angles and the squarish quality.

From his side profile, on the other hand, Bai Yu’s jaw falls under the pointed category. 

You can observe this here:

It juts out ever so slightly from his profile and it’s pronounced. Not too much, but just enough to qualify under having a pointed jaw. The mango jokes originate from this, more specifically the curve of his jaw and how it makes his profile look.

— Key Takeaways & Application

Now to sum up what I’ve just explained, here are the main points:

Face Shape: Diamond

Jaw Shape: Pointed

Chin Shape: Angular & Squarish

These are all pretty key, even though face shapes do take precedence over jaw shapes when it comes to glasses. Regardless, they are both features to be discussed.

Going along with Bai Yu’s face shape, the recurring details about what will compliment him are as follows:

Glasses with curvy brow lines

Top heavy frames in general

Wide glasses

These would all create a nice aesthetic for his face and emphasize and contrast his features super well. 

What he should avoid are as follows:

Narrow frames

Thin rimmed frames

Rimless Glasses

Rounded frames, especially those shorter in height

To put it into application, the two best glasses that Bai Yu rocks both in theory and in real life are:

D-shaped glasses

Browline glasses

And what I love to death is that Bai Yu follows these rules and then goes to add stuff to them that are so great. They’re his common glasses so there are loads of photos of him wearing them across the years, but I’ll try to narrow it down to some favourites.

— The BY Styles: D-shaped Glasses

I’m talking about this amazing pair of D-shaped glasses with the gold accented bridge, and those holder straps that he wears almost all the time:

The glasses are wide, you can see how they extend a little beyond the width of his face. And that’s great because it covers his cheekbones and brings attention away from and further up to his face instead.

The full-rims and the D-shape of the glasses help to accentuate his eyes and brows. The full-on dark colours of the frames definitely bring out his eyes and hair. The angularity of his frames mimics the shape of his chin so wow, yes, very nice. Similarly, the slight slope of the top of his frames mimic the shape of his brows. Amazing, I live for it. I’m just super weak to these details because, y’know — personal preference. 

The gold bridge is even more of my subjective opinion because its a good splash of colour in the black, and it contrasts so well. The slight differences in the design of the bridge itself to make it a little more unique is also great.

All in all, I love this pair of glasses on Bai Yu. He did so good on picking them, the first time I saw him wearing them I think I screamed. And I will continue screaming in a similar fashion everytime someone shows me more of such Glasses!Bai Yu.

— The BY Styles: Sunglasses

Now, these are a little different because as compared to his usual pair, Bai Yu doesn’t really wear the same pair of sunglasses most of the time. Also, usually it’s part of a photoshoot where he’s most likely given the sunglasses instead.

But there’s no way I’m making a Glasses!Bai Yu post and not talk about him in sunglasses, so here are some highlights:

The angular shape is so good, and the bridges too. The aesthetics are fantastic and I dig the way it divides his face so hard, it’s perfect. I love the cool extra lines of metal in the bridges too. Bring my gaze up to his eyes, brows and forehead, thanks.

The thickness of it also makes for a juicy side profile. Very nice. Also, bringing it back to complimenting his hair colour which it does so very well too. With facial hair, it’s such a bonus.

All in all, sunglasses are good, and he looks very nice in them. 

That’s it. That’s the sunglasses meta.

— The BY Styles: Bonus Oldies

He doesn’t wear this pair of glasses anymore so these are just special mentions. Just like the sunglasses, not entirely valid but they substantiate. And I love them so they must show up. Hence:

Low quality browline glasses that he never wears again! I love them and the brow accentuation comes back in full force, they’re such underrated glasses for Bai Yu.

Similar to his current pair, the full rims are there. The wideness is there. Mimicking the brows and chin, it’s so there and it’s good.

But the real highlight here are those awesome, awesome bridges. They’re gold and elevated! What a fucking King, I’m so happy I got to see him in those in my lifetime because wow, they’re hitting all the right spots for me. Unique bridges are so down my lane.

Also hair up with glasses is A Look. I hope it’ll return soon.

And... 

That’s it for the preface! It’s long, but that’s how it must be I suppose. Now that you have an idea of what Bai Yu looks good in, let’s round this up with the Bazaar talk.

— The Bazaar BY

In very concise terms, the Bazaar Photoset is special because I never would have thought they would look good on Bai Yu if you described the Bazaar glasses to me, and I’ve never seen the actual pictures. But in reality, the shape, colour and design choices made it work in such a pleasant way.

Firstly, let’s talk about the thin black rims.

As I’ve mentioned above, usually thin rims don’t work on Bai Yu. They blend into his face and don’t really do much other than give weird refraction-like effects. They’re really not the best, and they don’t appeal to me that much.

But it works so well in Bazaar because they got creative with the filters.

It’s not a conventional choice to give him thin rims but with that monochrome effect? Stunning. Absolutely gorgeous. 

With the filter, the black frames come out more boldly and they don’t blend away as much. It’s basically the same effect as a full on D-shaped glasses with full black rims. It compliments his facial hair, the hair on his head, his brows and his eyes! It also contrasts and pops from the greyish hues. They end up looking just right. It’s a nice medium between being light, but not too blended or heavy. 

I love it.

Secondly, let’s talk about the unique frame shape.

Here are some closeups and refreshers in case you don’t remember what the Bazaar glasses look like:

Look at them, my god. They’re not round glasses. 

The Bazaar glasses are rounded on the bottom but they’re angular and almost geometric on the top with that sharp twist downwards. It’s a subtle design and also unique as hell. There are no cool bridges but the frame design definitely makes up for that.

It creates this dip in his brow before it reaches the bridge, forming this curve that mimics the shape of his eyes. And in these photos the gaze is piercing and he’s looking striaght at you, so. Nice. It’s super pleasing and satisfying.

I love it.

Lastly, let’s talk about the prolonged temples.

You can see that at the ends of the frames, the arm of the glasses begin and the temples are extended. This makes up for the issue I usually have with width in a really unexpected way. Similar to how the D-shaped glasses are wide and do well on Bai Yu, the prolonged temples kind of have the similar effect.

It widens the glasses without extending the lens, so we can still keep that vague round shape that fits his eyes. And it makes the dimensions of the second photo way cooler, where he sort of looks up from behind the glasses.

In general, it just builds this aesthetic and look that is exactly what I like to see, so.

I love it.

— Final Thoughts

This is just a really long way of screaming how much I love Glasses!Bai Yu. Thanks for making it all the way here. It’s long and pretentious, but I hope someone had fun reading.

Special thanks to @seventh-fantasy for feeding me, like, literally all of the photos here and their sources. And thank you @GuardianDiscord for enabling my glasses-related nonsense. Here y’go guys.

Thank you, and I hope you have a good day.

:: Mark 

[thothscripture-archive-blog]

ooc; You know, I never thought anyone would like Thoth other than my group of friends who gave him a chance. I was so nervous with him, that I tried to make him a weaker character and I just couldn’t do that haha. I’m still nervous about him, but I want you all to know...

Thank you. From the bottom of my heart, I really am thankful. From the fan art, to the threads, to meeting so many wonderful people, I think it’s time to shine a light on those who I’ve chatted with, and gotten to know as well! Even if it’s just a simple hello, it makes my day. You guys are all wonderful, and I’m beyond happy over this. I was going to make a 100 follower and then the followers skyrocketed before I could haaa... ^^;;;

Anyway, these people below the cut? They really are cool.

But so are all my followers, even if we don’t talk!

@avoiided, 

Preshie mun! You’re Gaster terrifies me, not like bad dreams terrifying but he is a really well developed villain! He just is so wonderful to interact with, and I love our threads, no matter the blog! Let’s not forget how you’re a sweetheart either! I feel like I spam ya too much haha, anxiety man- BUT YOU ARE ABSOLUTELY WONDERFUL! Keep being you :D <3

(I still can’t believe Thoth had a mini crush on Gaster and they could have been nerdy friends if the judgement ever happened aaaaaaa)

 @curioosity, @snackiies

Azura mun! I am still vastly scared to chat with you, but I want you to know, I do mean the words I say ^^ You may be feeling down right now, but... I think you’re a great person. I really mean that, you’re oc is very well fleshed out and very engaging! I adore seeing you on the dash, and your art- and your posts! I hope things brighten up for you! You need a good day, and I hope you get it!

@sixfingersixtails, 

I really adore your concept and I’m glad you’re one of my friends! Sixer is adorable, and Thoth absolutely wants to spoil him! And pet him, seriously how many times have they ended up curled up together haaa. But the depth of your stories and fanfic are amazing and I love reading every chapter! Keep up the amazing work! <3

@softashfuck, @goodster,

I hope you had a good birthday kiddo! I love ya, you’re the son I wish that was here for I could spoil you some more. Seriously, anyway, I love your character and your interpretations and the fact you spam me with such lovely art ;w; so nice. I swear I’m going to keep spamming you right on back! <3

Okay but I mean it, I do care a lot about you and I do see you as my kid. Seriously, if I could scoop you up I would. <3

@all-seeing-all-knowing-eye, @br00kie-draws

BROOOOOKIE! Okay, first off. When I first met you, I was highly nervous and scared, I met you through an ex-friend that showed me your art and since then I am so glad I met you. Our ships are adorable, they have bumpy roads and that’s what makes them enjoyable, they arent perfect, and that’s just how a good ship should be. Not to mention your art?! Like DAYUM GIRL. Such a good, best friend too, always listening to me ramble! Love ya! <3

OUR SHIPS ARE ALSO A BLESSING thoug so yea!

OH AND ALSO HOW DARE YOU GIVE ME ICONS ON RANDOM LIKE THE SANS ONES, ;w; I cry, I cry with joy

@s-k-e-t-c-h-y-m-e-s-s, 

I know we don’t talk as much these days, I know you’re busy but I still check up on your art! (I really should finish that gif I made omgosh) But you are also a very nice person, and a wonderful artist!

@splinter-sister, 

Rach.... I gotta be honest. I love you, and I think without you these last years or so, I don’t think I’d be around. I was in a really bad patch, and thinking things I shouldn’t. I let my thoughts almost win but you pulled me out of there. You helped me in so many ways, you even sent money through the mail cuz of my situation. I feel like I can never thank you enough because you really are my best friend and I honestly don’t know what I’d do if you suddenly disappeared one day. I know work is hard on you, but you’re such a great person and you know what, I’m proud of you. <3

AND THEN THERE’S THE SHIPS OKAY

Thoth and Rachael, Rachael and Rich/Neal, Rachael and--- Wait no that’s it. I think, maybe. We ship a lot, I blame our shipness. lmao Love it all!

@buy-gold-bye, 

Lye! I’m still vastly nervous to chat you up and that’s why I go silent cuz my nerves kick my ass but you are such a cool person! And your art? A++++

@derse-agent,  @wd-blaster,

Heya! I like your stuff! It’s really cool, and I know I owe you some things, don’t worry I didn’t forget! I just want you to know, you’re a really cool blog and thank you for joining the streams at times! LAOS YOUR GASTER IS ADORABLE OKAY

@scientistofthevoid, 

AAAAAAH?! For one I totally ship Tenny and Lotus now, I love how Tenny turns to mush at the very sight of my pretty boi. Not to mention t’s us so sugar sweet~! With some deviousness in there. Okay but on top of that, I love your characters, and the art, the fact you have put a lot of effort in your things and you’re a great friend! <3

@xenoasks, 

Okay so, I love your art and the fact your Gaster is different fom others and you put time and effort into your creations and just YESSSSS. It’s amazing, and I love it and you’re really cool!

@stealthnerd

your art is realy cool and you are officially a senpai. I love the way you draw man, and I enjoy seeing you on the dash!

@of2814, 

Apaaaattthhhyyyyyy, I miss ya, and I should deff mesage you more! Omgosh,and always drag you to more streams for you can succumb to the siliiness again! I love your Parallax! Hal and nomal Hal and the one time we rp’d where Venom was also Hal sdsfgb All the good stuff and I STILL REMEBER OUR SHIP OF SIOBHAN AND HAL <3

@theirmercy, 

Okay so we’re still getting to know each other but you are an absolute delight!? AND YOU HAVE AN AMAZING SANS AND I LOVE HOW YOU WRITE AND I’M GOING TO KEEP RAMBLING IN CAPS FOR YOU UNDERSTAND HOW YOU ARE AN IDOL HUN. <3

@ask-mystery-shack-cipher, 

FOXIE AND HEALER!!! Healer, I love the way you write and Foxie? Hun, I wish I could draw like you. You two are really good friends and I’m sorry I haven’t een overly chatty? But I watch your content all the time! <3 You guys also helped me get rid of a toxic ex-friend and I’m grateful for that, you have no idea! Thank you for giving me strength!

@lastinggaster, 

YOU ARE SUCH A SWEET PERSON!? You drew my boi, you chat with me, we rp- You are a delight! I want to invite you to all the streams and groups and let everyone marvel at your amazingness!

@lackadaisicaldenial, 

Okay we don’t chat as I do with others but I’d love to? I’d love to also thread with you and I’m sorry if I didn’t answer that meme! It’s there staring at me like a deer in the middle of the road omg! But we should plot, on any of my blogs!

@evilgsanchez, 

Okay so I loved our interactions with your Evil Rick and my Rick, I’m sorry that hes inactive right now, I’m trying to rile him back up but it’s just hard for me idk why- (been on an undertale kick tbh, aaaaa) BUT YOU WRITE AMAZINGLY AND BLOW MY FUCKING MIND LIKE OMG, HELLO SENPAI

@elooplvfklhiflskhu, 

We just recently started talking but hey! I love your art from what I’ve seen keep up the amazing work okay? And don’t worry about messaging me, It’s all okay fi you want to :D I dont bite

@rubentheruler, 

**AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA, screeching** 

Your art is still amazing and I am highly nervous to talk with you but you are a sweety and I aspire to be like you!

@unspeakablyevil, 

I would really like to chat with ya! And plot, and write! You seem to have an amazing Aku and it’s wonderful to see you on my dash!

@void-dad, 

 I love Trashy and I would really like to thread with ya. Your character is cute and well rounded, and I enjoy his story. Plus you’re a good person :D

@purplepimpryda,  

BROTHER OF MINE I LOVE YA. I enjoy how hard you work on everything, even back when you wrote Joker. How we shipped, I still remember every moment despite my shit for brains memory hahaha. It’s wonderful and so are you and I’m glad you got out of your bad situation and are doing better and got things going for ya now! I love you, and I am very proud.

@pinkheartmelodi, 

I LOVE YOUR BLOG OKAY? I read everything ^^;;; Haaa, I do, and it’s great. I’m kind of a side liner and I need to change that becuause Melodi is a cutie and I should totally spam you with more asks!

@paitakoyaki, 

PAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII *SCREECHING INT THE SUNSET*

I miss our clown days, but I love how you draw still and I should message you more often, I miss ya buddy. You were and still are an amazing fiend and I aspire to draw how soft you do, those lines man mmmf, good stuff right there. Also Penance and Sorrow should hang out again.

@blackhxt, 

SILVER HOW DARE YOU SINK ME THIS DEEP INTO VILLAINOUS

YOU MADE ME LOVE SO MANY DIFFERENT VERSIONS OF THE SHIPS, THE LORE, AND I’M SCREECHING AT YOU NOW. Oka but White Hat and Slug yessss, Flug and Black Hat, yesss, but my favorite...

Is the one I never expected. My fanfic’s Bill Cipher, dubbed ‘Glitch’ and Black Hat. I can’t believe they have two kids now and they recently hatched and are going to destroy the world. Cute little guys.

But you’re also a great friend! Seriously, amazing! <3

@cubicscubedemon, 

Okay so I didn’t know anything of your muses but I saw you on the dash and I followed and I DO NOT REGRET THAT BECAUSE I LOVE THE WAY YOU TAKE YOUR CHARACTERS AND HOW MUCH STORY YOU PUT INTO THEM AND HOW MUCH WORK AND XKSHJBDCSFVGFMBH YOU ARE AMAZING <3

@storyteller-arc/ @smol-goop, 

*inhale* B O I. Okay but on a serious note I love your Gaster, I love your oc. Storyteller, Gaster Grim likes them but not only that they managed to get Thoth to like them, he also likes smol as well. You have a really good character set it just attracts my characters like a magnet hahaha

Not to mention you are a adelight! Absolute delight!

@hannah-the-small, 

*takes a deep breath* HOW CAN I EVEN BEGIN TO WRITE ON YOU!?

You are an idol to me. You are someone who has developed their entire set of ocs so much that I wish I could put that much effort without feeling nervous like hot dayum. You have suhc a good thing going, and I ust wanna punch Dick, hug him as well, punch him again- and also adopt ames and Hannah, and Eight- and the heroes, and Black Hat, and Dave, and all of them and HOW DARE YOU MAKE ME LOVE ALL THESE BBIES

@glitchster404, 

GLITCHSTER IS ADORABLE!

I really do love how sweet they are and also the thread on Sans how he was commanded and i ended up being really cute and I just lve it all. You also have wonderful art and you are really dang sweet, <3 <3

@billrick, 

okay....okay... I love your entire thing going on with ER, and I would love to write with you. I don’t even care what blog omgosh because you are an absoute steklar star on here, and Imma call you senpai til you perish cuz DAMN. Look at those headcanons, DAYUM look at those posts and stories and AUs and the past and 70 years worht of stuff and AAAAAAAA

A M A Z I N G 

@a-vf-vi-tf-ti,  @deep-black-dreaming​

AAAAAA? I love your ocs, I love our rps and ideas on discord but we should deff rp here on tumblr again! Lemme drag you down with me on here muhahahahah, ALSO YOU’RE ANOTHER CULPRIT FOR GETTING ME DEEP INTO VILLAINIOUS AND I LOVE IT

@omnituent,

*stares at you deeply, squints*

Imma kick your Black Hats ass again just you watch. BUT ON A SIDE NOTE! OMG CAN WE THREAD ON HERE TOO? Discord is wonderful man man, I’d love to take it to tumblr, if you’re okay with that! I’ll even dust off my WH just for that reason :D

@igxitixn

You’re character seems swet and we should send some asks to each other ore often! I hope you’re having a wonderful day and I would love to get to know you more!

@dalearmitage

I know you thanks to Brookie and your character is amazing but I’m highly nervous to bug you nad for that I am very sory and I hope that we can chat more!

@an-ordinary-roach,

You have such a cute oc and I want to know all about them! We thread here on Tthoth and Grim but man I’d spam you with even Eddie Gluskin if you’d want :D Or Jack, but Jack scares everyone and so I keep him in th corner hahaha. But the point is, I love your concept and I wanna pet th roachie

@gothamsbruja  

I remember when you were still developing your oc and it was on skype, and she had blue skin but now she covers up the blue skin and she is really great. I think you did amazing with her!

@hsheaddogs

Hey I just met you and aI think you guys are great. Sans and you, really cool! Thanks for joining the stream the other day and I hope to thread with you more! I mean it, and I should say hi to you more often on discord ^^  You seem great!

@gummypeculiar

YOUR CHARACTER IS SUPER CUTE AND I LOVE THEM AND I WOULD LOVE TO WRITE WITH YOU SO MUCH MORE EVEN THOUGH WE ALREADY WRITE ON sANS AND I JUST LOVE THEM AND WANNA KNOW ALL I CAN!