#and his mother - who also laughs but offers good advice

[manikas-whims]

Hellooo!

I would love for headcannons of the LADS boys with a Latin reader (Mexican, Colombian, Salvadoran, etc) who loooves to dance and always goes to gatherings (quinceñeras, family bbq’s/ parties, etc). They’re very good at dancing and love to just be on the floor feeling the music. Would love to see their reactions to you having a big family or trying out the food or how you dance and maaaybe convince them to do so too?

hiii, thanks for the lovely request! i must admit i possess limited knowledge about latin cultures but i do hope that you like these..♡

LADS men with a Latin Reader

RAFAYEL

🌊 Remember he told you that he's fluent in many languages? Yeah, he probably already knows and speaks your language well. And even if he doesn't, he knows the commonly used phrases. He'll also ask you to help and correct his pronunciations and grammar.

🌊 He is just like water— easily blends with your family members, entertaining everyone with his lively attitude and forms an instant connection with each one. He's always surrounded by at least 4-5 of your family members.

🌊 He's enthusiastic about your culture. He questions you on why certain rituals are performed in what ways and he loves to learn, and try things for himself. He plans to incorporate it all in his next piece that he's gonna dedicate to you.

🌊 He won't hesitate from the variety of food and drinks offered by your family elders, and will definitely try some of the local alcoholic beverages. He's complimented your mother for her cooking, and by the time you both go back, he's gained a few pounds of weight.

🌊 When Rafayel sees you dancing at a family gathering, he matches your energy on the dance floor. He may not know all the moves but he'll watch you and learn, moving his body in tandem with yours. He might goof around and make you laugh alot. Your family loves him even more for it.

XAVIER

⭐ He’s learnt a few terms here and there from you but he can't speak your language. Though he LOVES hearing you speak it. And even more when you call him nicknames in your native tongue. Definitely gets a lil horny and asks you to use them in bed.

⭐ At first he comes off as quiet and aloof to your family but they slowly take a liking to him. You realize how good of a narrator Xavier is when you see your family members sitting around him in circles at night as he weaves magical tales about princes from distant planets.

⭐ He's a curious kitty. He buys himself flyers about the local specialties of your hometown, and even books tickets to all the historical sites he'd like to visit with you. He enjoys hearing myths about the deities of your lands.

⭐ He loves the food! Every time he experiences a new flavour or spice, you see his eyes light up in delight. He asks help from your mother and other family ladies to help him with some recipes because he wants to cook you some of your hometown food. And all the ladies are swooning. He also enjoys the occasional gossip with them.

⭐ His eyes seem to follow your every move when he sees you dancing. He's recorded a bunch of videos but if asked to join, he's quite hesitant. Though the moment you drag him on the dance floor, he complies. Might step on your foot once or twice, and feel embarrassed about it but overall, he's a fast learner.

ZAYNE

❄️ He doesn't speak your language but he's very keen on learning from you. You deliberately make him say the cheesiest stuff in your language, sometimes even a little naughty things. And when he sees you giggling, he chuckles and calls you childish for pulling such pranks on him.

❄️ Your family immediately takes a liking to him. He's responsible and dependable, and they are happy that you have someone so reliable by your side. They also come to take his advice on every little health related thing when they learn he's a doctor. But they also make a lot of health jokes with him because he's easy to tease.

❄️ He loves hearing about your culture. He complies when you make him try on some of the traditional outfits for men, and is quite pleased to know that you find him even more handsome in them. And he's left awestruck when he sees you in your traditional clothes.

❄️ Zayne does enjoy the variety of flavors in your culture’s food. Though he's even more eager to try out the local sweet dishes. He loves how the recipe varies from hand to hand, and in every household. And he likes the differing tastes of the same sweets.

❄️ He loves watching you dance. He tries to deny you when you ask him to join because he isn't very confident. But after a little convincing, he will comply because it's impossible for him to say no to you. He's awkward on the dance floor but gets loads of encouragement not just from you but all your family members. In the end, you place his arms around your waist and guide his movements, your laughter making him forget his hesitance.

SYLUS

🐦‍⬛ You assume he doesn't know your language and try to prank him by using some bad and naughty words for him but he smirks and responds in the same language, leaving you shocked. He's not fluent but he knows enough to engage in conversations.

🐦‍⬛ Your family is suspicious about his overall persona but soon realize he's quite alright. They are thrilled by the fact that he can sing, and he is definitely pushed by the elders into singing at the family gathering. At least 4 of your cousins have a crush on him.

🐦‍⬛ Just like his grasp on the language, he's quite knowledgeable in your culture. He especially loves the music, some of his favourite musicians being latin. And he most likely knows some of the old songs by heart.

🐦‍⬛ Since he's quite good at cooking, he's given free access to the house kitchen. Your mother and the other family ladies find it charming. They like to discuss seasonings and spices with him, and want him to assist in the arrangements of food. They compliment him for every new dish he learns.

🐦‍⬛ He's not just a good singer but a dancer too. It's surprising when he follows you on the dance floor and begins to match you beat for beat. You don't realize when but you end up having a little dance off between the two of you until he gets bored of competing and pulls you to him so you two can dance together.

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[hazbinhazmeinachokehold]

maybe the cast + overlords reaction to rosie's biological child reader who also is a cannibal

(you don't have to if you don't wanna)

a/n: Since sinners can't have kids, you'd have to be her kid when you were alive. I also did this with the characters I had ideas for.

!!!NOT PROOFREAD!!!

Charlie: She likes your mom, so she is just excited to see you. She is very bubbly, if not a bit put off by the fact that you were a cannibal as a child (though you are the child of the leader of cannibal town). I feel like she'd get along well with Roise's kid, Roise seems like she'd raise a good child. Though she'd prefer if you didn't human body parts when she's there.

Vaggie: Doesn't really trust you but Charlie begs her to meet you so she'll try it. Very weary the whole time. Though she comes around. Idk were to put this but the kid she spared also was a cannibel child.

Alastor: He already knows you! He wouldn't want your soul even when you grow up both out of respect for you and Rosie. You, him and Rosie all have tea together. You know all the overlord gossip.

Lucifer: Does not trust you. You get along with Alastor? No thank you. But then he's reminded that Charlie gets along with Alastor and that Charlie also likes you and is more open to giving you a shot. If he likes you it's like Charlie all over again but it's him trying to take the role of dad away (and he's actually genuine.) If you offer and "food" he will try to decline as politely as possible but looks like his about to vomit.

Husk: Yeah he keeps you at arm's length. I feel like he doesn't trust any overlord. Alastor and by extension, Roise are at the top of thee distrust list. Well Valentino is just above Roise but you get the point. But if you prove yourself trustworthy he softens. Whenever you tell stories with Alastor or cannibalism he not so subtly tries to dissway you. But your moms a cannibal and best friends with Alastor so you can guess how well that goes.

Niffty: Very chaotic together. Loves putting on roach puppet shows for you ever since you were a baby. I feel like your whole relationship is that one scene where her and and Alastor laugh sweetly then it turns insane.

Carmilla: Fellow mother who is also an overlord. While I feel Carmilla and Rosie have a shakey relationship she'd give Roise advice on how to balance being an overlord and a mom. When your an adult she might introduce you to her kids.

A/n:AHHH this took so long I'm sorry!!!

[bosbas]

Chapter 3: best believe I'm still bejeweled

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pairing: benedict bridgerton x best friend!fem!reader WC: 3.7k words

Warnings: period-typical gender roles, idiots in love being idiots in love

Summary: You and Benedict have been best friends since childhood, but things change dramatically once you come out in society. You're struggling to find someone you're as compatible with and who knows you as well as Benedict, all while trying to quell your ever-growing feelings for him. Shenanigans ensue.

May 19, 1814 - Today marks not only the birthday of our illustrious Queen Charlotte but also the grand event eagerly awaited by all of London's high society: the splendid Queen Charlotte's Ball.

The air is thick with excitement as the ton awaits the debut of our beautiful new bachelorettes for the season. Rest assured, dear readers, this author shall be your eyes and ears throughout the evening, ensuring you are privy to every scandal, dance, and whispered secret that unfolds at this momentous celebration.

The air was, as Lady Whistledown had said, thick with something, although you weren't quite sure it was excitement. Your stomach was tied in a complete tangle of knots, and said knots were doing cartwheels all over the dressing room you were currently in. Looking over at Cass and Eloise eating biscuits and giggling together on the other side of the room, you desperately wished you could stay with them rather than go to the ball.

Until this morning, you had been cautiously optimistic about the whole affair, excited about being courted despite your strong reservations about marriage, knowing it would most likely be a significant loss of your freedom. But at least in the beginning, when you didn't have to immediately think about the greater implications of courting, you could pretend that getting to know people and dancing and receiving flowers could be just fun. But now, with your mother and Lady Violet excitedly chattering around you as your lady's maids rushed to and fro, grabbing your makeup and jewelry, you were less than ecstatic.

Just as the claustrophobia was getting to be a bit much and you were quite ready to jump out of the window into the garden and take off running, Daphne entered the dressing room. Shooing the lady's maids away momentarily, Daphne offered a sympathetic look and sat beside you. You shot her a grateful smile, immediately letting out a breath, slumping your shoulders, and resting your chin on your gloved hand.

"Oh dear, I know that look very well," Daphne laughed. "It's not all bad, I promise."

Rubbing your temples, you confessed, "I know. I was excited until this morning. It's all rather overwhelming now that I'm actually experiencing it, though. What do you even talk about when you're dancing? What if no one wants to speak to me at all?"

Upon hearing the distress in your voice, Daphne quickly interjected. "Honestly, I was much more of a wreck than you were and I am frankly impressed by how well you're holding it together. My best advice would be to not think about it too much. It's harder to do in your position, I know, but you are so brilliant in every way, and everyone is dying to get to know you. It's a wonderful advantage to have. You get to be selective. So just be yourself the best way you know how and try to seek out the ones who make you feel the most comfortable."

You responded with a small laugh, "I guess it's a good thing Ben isn't here then; otherwise, I'd be spending the whole evening with him."

An indecipherable look took over Daphne's features. "It truly is beyond me why he would miss such an important day. Men being men, I suppose. But it's alright. You have the entire Bridgerton clan in his stead, not to mention your family. And speaking of Benedict, he did leave a note with me he wanted me to give you today." Daphne handed you a small rectangular envelope with your name in Benedict's scrawl across the front. Daphne reached over and put a reassuring hand on your shoulder, "you look absolutely stunning. You have nothing to worry about."

Giving her friend a final kiss on the cheek, Daphne stood up and joined the excited mothers on the other side of the room, allowing you a moment to carefully open the envelope in your hands.

Y/I (your initial), 

Hopefully, Daphne will manage to deliver this on time. I'm dreadfully sad I can't be there with you today, but I know you will impress absolutely everyone in attendance. Send Lady Danbury my regards. Or perhaps don't. Whichever makes it less likely I have to dance with her at the next ball I attend!

Yours, B

Smiling to yourself, you felt just a tad more prepared to face the queen in a short time, Ben's note filling you with confidence and Daphne's reassuring words soothing your anxieties.

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An earlier conversation with Hyacinth had left you terrified of falling flat on your face tonight, so you were intently focused on completing each step as smoothly as possible. As the last debutante to be presented to the queen, your goal was to draw as little attention to yourself as possible, but you found the opposite. The room hushed as you entered, which you were worried about until you saw everyone's warm smiles and eager gazes. Newly filled with confidence, you gracefully completed your journey to the throne, where you curtseyed before Queen Charlotte.

Upon receiving the queen's enthusiastic approval, you heaved a sigh of relief. Now, you could enjoy the ball and take in all the new experiences of being out in society. The ballroom was a dazzling display of candlelight, silk gowns, and a polished dance floor as the orchestra played a lively tune. However, the moment of peace was quickly interrupted by many people rushing to talk to you at once. Gracefully moving from one conversation to another, you were enjoying the whirlwind of your debut. Invigorated by your earlier conversation with Daphne, you embraced the attention, excitedly introducing yourself and exchanging pleasantries as you attempted to move toward your mother a few yards away.

After talking to quite a few eligible bachelors and a not-insignificant amount of their mothers, you reached Countess Beaumont and the dowager Viscountess Bridgerton. "Oh, Y/N, your dance card seems to be full! Not even five minutes after you've been presented, no less! That's quite wonderful. I was worried I'd have to send Colin and Anthony to dance with you," your mother exclaimed, cheekily winking at you.

Violet laughed and shook her head. "They should be so lucky! All everyone is talking about is how beautiful you look, dear. Not news to us, obviously, but it's nice to see other people recognizing it."

Truthfully, you were over the moon. You loved to dance, after all, and looking out toward the ballroom, you could see all three of your brothers, your father, Anthony, Colin, and Daphne, scattered throughout. You felt oddly comfortable being in such a new environment, and perhaps Daphne was correct: you could be selective. You had even turned away a few gentlemen who asked you to dance before your card was full, opting to wait for the ones with kind smiles and kinder words.

Just then, Lord Marcus Thornfield approached you, having already been one of the people on your dance card, and you were once again taken aback by his piercing blue eyes. He bowed elegantly and offered a boyish smile and his gloved hand. "It's lovely to see you again, Miss Beaumont, still looking completely stunning. Would you do me the honor of sharing this dance with me?"

You could feel your face getting a tad hot, overwhelmed by the flattery, but at the same time soaking it in thoroughly. You curtsied slightly and placed your gloved hand in his. "Mr. Thornfield, I would be delighted," you replied.

Then, addressing the other two women in the trio, Lord Thornfield said, "If you don't mind, I'd love to borrow Lady Beaumont for a dance."

Thrilled about your first dance at a ball, your mother and Lady Bridgerton enthusiastically assented, clasping their hands together and waving at the pair of you as you approached the dance floor. Sporting a broad smile, you allowed Marcus to escort you away.

As you glided through the dance floor with Marcus, making soft and sometimes flirtatious conversation, you found that you much preferred him before speaking to him in depth. Although he was a complete gentleman, you often found his conversation topics tedious at best and boring at worst. Of course, it was unreasonable for you to expect in-depth and completely captivating conversations like the ones you had with Benedict, but you felt like the chat with Marcus could have at least been engaging. You could not recall a single question he had asked you throughout your interaction, opting instead to talk about himself and occasionally compliment your appearance that night. Surely, there was more to life than hearing a man drone on endlessly about his own life. Toward the end of the dance, you were glad to reach your mother once again, practically begging for an excuse to slip away from Marcus.

Your next dance was better but by a slim margin. The man, Earl Ashton, was nice enough, but you didn't quite feel a connection with him as strong as you would have liked. The following two dances and three conversations that did not involve dancing were mostly the same. The most common question you received, which often was the only one you were asked in the entire interaction, was the reasoning behind your delay in coming out. You took this opportunity to talk about literature, sometimes delving into your latest read. However, save for two or three of them, most of the bachelors you spoke with were not interested in further discussing your studies. After yet another boy refused to engage in real conversation, opting to talk about his upcoming hunting trip, you saw your mother raising her eyebrows at Violet and casting an inconspicuous disapproving look toward the man you were speaking with.

A tad frustrated by your experience, but not enough to dim the glow you were feeling, you decided to take respite at the refreshment table. You were sipping on lemonade and attempting to decipher what was missing from your previous interactions. Partially, you recognized that you were to blame for having set such high standards with Benedict. You knew meeting someone and getting to know them was not the same as speaking with your best friend since childhood, but it seemed instinctual to compare the two. Most of the men you talked to were leagues better than Marcus Thornfield, though, who, you noticed amusedly, was speaking with another debutante who looked positively disinterested.

You were brought out of your musings by the familiar voices of Colin and Anthony. "Well, hello, Miss Y/N Beaumont, diamond of the season and center of the ton's attention who is looking absolutely radiant tonight, according to possibly every single person I have spoken to tonight," called Anthony, reaching your side in a few strides.

Laughing into your cup, you smiled up at the boys. "Well, if it isn't the two most eligible bachelors here tonight, according to every eager mama. How has the ball been for you?"

Colin feigned offense, putting his hand to his chest, "For us? Who cares about us? How has the night been for you?!"

As soon as you opened your mouth to respond, Lord Reginald Harrington bounded over to your group and bowed. Very courteous, Lord Harrington asked you for a dance. Still, unfortunately (or perhaps fortunately, after seeing Harrington very pointedly staring at another debutante's bosom instead of her eyes while having a conversation), you did not have any space left on your dance card. Anthony barely had time to throw out a good-natured joke about the ton's demand for you before another young man approached the trio. Quite unfortunately, Mr Geoffrey Huntington was on your dance card, so you let yourself be guided to the dance floor. As you spun and twirled with Mr Huntington, you once again yearned for something more. You did not know what, exactly. But a pleasant conversation (he asked questions about you and even made you laugh a few times!) still did not completely satisfy you.

Off to the side, Colin and Anthony were intently observing the dance between you and Geoffrey. "She doesn't quite look like that when she's talking to Ben, though, does she?" Anthony observed.

"Well, clearly not, but I do rather think she's having an alright time of it with Geoff, nevertheless. I've heard he's one of the better ones, actually showing interest in the girls." Colin responded, recounting gossip he had heard through Cass and Pen, though heavens knew where the girls had gotten that information.

Anthony looked on thoughtfully, rubbing his chin. "I suppose that's alright, then. I'm still going to make fun of her when she returns," he grinned. "As much as I love poking fun at her, though, I wonder how Ben would feel about Y/N getting this much attention. I still can't believe he missed her debut. I can't believe Mother let him!"

"Oh, I can. I really can believe it. Surely you see it, too? The way he looks at her? I've no doubt he'd be fuming in the corner right about now. Seeing his best friend talk to someone else would send him spiraling," Colin responded, sending a pointed look his brother's way.

Before Anthony could respond, you had returned to them, looking slightly winded. "Well, that was quite the dance," you laughed.

Immediately upon seeing you free to talk, or at least free from anyone that wasn't your immediate family or the Bridgertons, another young man approached you at the refreshments table, handing you a glass of lemonade. Slightly annoyed but able to keep your composure, you gracefully took the glass. "Oh, Mr. Howard, you are too kind. Unfortunately, my dance card is full for tonight, but I would love the opportunity to dance with you at a later ball if that's a possibility."

Mr. Howard, for his part, was left with his mouth agape. "Oh. Yes. Yes, of course, Miss Beaumont. Thank you very much, and I look forward to speaking to you then," he responded, swiftly turning away in search of another young woman who had space left on her dance card, or at least the desire to speak to him at all, really.

Colin and Anthony could barely contain their laughter, leaving you slightly embarrassed by how forward you had been but happy to have some time without speaking to potential future husbands, nonetheless. At that moment, you would have taken Colin and Anthony's teasing ten times over talking to another man hoping to woo you.

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In the early morning quietude of your room, you took up your quill and parchment, eager to recount the whirlwind of the previous night for Hyacinth. Of course, you could only accept when the young girl earnestly asked for a detailed recounting of every ball you attended, so you were putting in as much detail as you could remember, including but not limited to your mind-numbing dance with Marcus, as well as Bastian's comical near-fall when trying to escape a potential dance with Lady Danbury.

A knock on your door interrupted your writing, and you saw your father and Cass poke their heads in. "Good morning, darling. You've got a congregation of callers downstairs, quite the assembly. Shall I send them away?" your father inquired with a hint of exasperation. "I'd prefer not to entertain a throng of young men with no discernible connection to the Beaumont or Bridgerton names this early in the day."

You interjected swiftly, "No, Father. Just give me a few minutes, and I'll go downstairs to meet them."

With a nod, Earl Beaumont withdrew, muttering under his breath, while Cassandra, bubbling with excitement, seized your hands. "You have callers! A whole bunch of them! Y/n, this is so wonderful! Who do you expect to see downstairs?"

A tad flustered, you were scrambling to put away your half-written account of the night and making sure you had no ink stains on your hands. "Truthfully, I was not expecting this so early on. Oh, Cass, I'm dreadfully unprepared. I really didn't think I had that good of a connection with anyone last night, let alone as many people as Father said!"

Cass rolled her eyes and responded, "Obviously you didn't think you had a good connection with anyone. But if you were to forget that Ben existed for about three seconds, would that alter your perception?"

Groaning, you replied, "Cass, I don't need this from you today. Yes, maybe I compared these gentlemen to my best friend initially, but I promise I moved beyond that. Most men, like us, have ambitious mamas keen on securing advantageous matches, which might explain their early-morning presence."

"Well, perhaps. But you are in high demand either way," your sister declared, gently ushering you out of your room and toward the grand staircase. "Y/N Beaumont, if you do not hurry up and get downstairs, I swear I will start to talk to these gentlemen myself," Cass threatened, earning a laugh from you as you made your way to confront the eager line of callers awaiting your presence.

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Amid the afternoon light filtering through the drawing room curtains, you found yourself the center of attention. The room was adorned with fresh flowers, their sweet fragrance lingering. Seated gracefully on a chaise, your vibrant eyes sparkled with curiosity and trepidation as you faced the seemingly endless line of suitors vying for your favor. You were enjoying seeing suitors more than you had enjoyed the previous night, even though you had loved dancing at the ball. Today's tête-à-têtes seemed to unfold more leisurely, offering you the luxury of time and a touch more intimacy, save for Lady Primrose and Cass' discreet presence. You discovered a certain joy in these extended conversations, different from the hurried introductions of the ball, giving you the tiniest glimmer of hope once again.

Currently, you were listening to Mr. Archibald Roxbury recite a poem he had written that had been, in his own words, inspired by your radiance at the ball, and he couldn't resist putting his sentiments into verse. The poem was sweet and not half bad, but you had been seeing suitors for several hours and were now quite exhausted.

Your brothers had been out for most of the day, but you could hear their loud voices echoing through the halls past the open door of the drawing room, questioning the queue of suitors inside their home. You almost breathed an audible sigh of relief when Alex stepped into the room, directing his attention toward you. "Y/N, a word?"

Offering a brief apology to Mr. Roxbury, you eagerly followed Alex's lead. Leaning down, Alex spoke lowly, "Quite popular this afternoon, aren't you?"

"I guess so. It's been hours! I can't believe there are people still here. I'm so tired, Alex; I need a cup of tea or something! I can't keep doing this right now," came your exasperated response.

"Y/N, these men are here for you, not the other way around. I can make them leave whenever you would like," he responded with a hand on your shoulder, surveying the amount of people in the Beaumont home.

You followed his gaze, remembering the vast number of people you would still have to speak with if you were to talk to every single young man in your home that day. "You're right. I suppose it would be nice to have a bit of a break from it all," you said, uncertain.

Wasting no time, Alex left the room, and you returned to your previous spot, where Archibald continued his recital. You wondered when your afternoon would be over. Thankfully, you did not have to wait long. A few minutes later, all three of your brothers and your father entered the drawing room. Clearing his throat, Earl Beaumont addressed the crowd of young men in their home, "Thank you all very much for coming today, but Miss Beaumont will no longer be seeing any suitors today. You are welcome to come back another time."

Amidst the disappointed faces of your suitors, you saw Theo wink at you. You played your part, gracefully feigning disappointment, thanking the remaining suitors for their gifts, and bidding them adieu. Truthfully, you just wanted to leave the drawing room and have a few moments to yourself, but etiquette called for you to wait until all the guests had left your home.

You skipped over to your father once the last suit-clad man had exited. "Thank you, thank you, thank you! I thought it would never end," you said gratefully. The earl chuckled at your theatrics but agreed, "I had been waiting the whole day to send them away. Far too many people in my house!"

Ever the comedian, Theo suggested, "Perhaps try being a tad more unpleasant next time, Y/N." Chiming in, Bastian added, "Or maybe don't put as much effort into your appearance at the next ball; that way, we won't have to deal with this again."

"Great suggestions, as ever, boys," you responded sarcastically. "Now, if I may be excused, I need to not see anyone for the next three years."

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A candle lit your room softly as you leaned against your door, relishing the memories of the lively afternoon. Your fingers traced the edges of the letters, flowers, and tokens scattered across your dressing table—a testament to the whirlwind of introductions and pleasant conversations you had the first day after your debut.

Yet, a shadow flickered in your eyes as you settled into a more contemplative mood. A silent ache enveloped you as you remembered Benedict, whose absence cast a subtle but palpable pall over the festivities. Amid all the excitement, you found yourself yearning for the comfort of his presence, the familiar cadence of his voice, and the reassuring touch of his hand. You were lost between the allure of newfound admirers and the unspoken yearning for someone who already knew you like the back of his hand.

Confusion crept in as you internalized your feelings. Even if Ben had not gone to the countryside at the same time as you were due to make your debut, he wouldn't have been present when you saw suitors, only the night before at the ball. So why did you miss him when he wouldn't have been there logistically? Lost in contemplation, you gazed out the window, the night sky adorned with stars that had no answer to your question.

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bts on cam vs. off cam

based on tarot. i do not know these idols personally. energies are always changing. what i say is NOT straight fact. pls take it with a grain of salt!

jin

on cam

basically the moodmaker. he ties a lot of himself to that role; loves making people laugh. feels proud when a joke lands. very entertaining, charismatic, fun to watch. brings more energy into the group dynamic. has a strong and clear will, goal oriented, a lot of determination and drive. active. very chatty and witty, good comedic timing. he just lights up the room.

off cam

much more sensitive and emotionally intelligent than what meets the eye. deep and kind heart. also great at observing his surroundings, he's very intuitive and in tune with his environment. he has a quick mind. great deal of empathy and compassion for the people he holds dear. sweet nurturer. makes them feel comfortable. mentally active. seems to talk a lot behind the scenes too lol, but in a more tactful and sharp manner; great at communicating. can be both; emotional or logical, depending on what the situation asks for. adaptable.

suga

on cam

restrains himself more. much more careful and conscious over what he displays; a great case of show the best, hide the rest. i keep sensing his virgo moon here, he just wants to manage his image closely and make sure it remains clean. does allow himself to break out of that shell sometimes, and lets out his more playful and fiery side. very free-thinking, independent. just wants to do his own thing. much brighter and higher spirits on cam than off cam.

off cam

stubborn and self-focused. finance-oriented; stable and good at dealing with that part of his life. puts a lot of importance and value into material matters. can have some gluttonous tendencies, where he just gets insatiable; ariana grande's seven rings “i want it i got it.” vibe. increeedibly ambitious. if he sets his mind to something, it is going to happen. logical and rational. also extremely intelligent and smart. good luck trying to outsmart yoongi. doesn't bother to sugarcoat his words, very direct and honest in his expression. prefers and values the harsh truth, head over heart.

j-hope

on cam

masculine, passionate and strong, just has this quietly powerful and authoritative presence that demands attention. but at the same time gentle, balanced; a pleasant and agreeable aura. presents himself as this continuous student, someone who's very eager to expand his knowledge and skills in his career. consistent, stable, humble and self-aware. good at dealing with criticism. someone you just enjoy being around, he creates emotional connections with ease and makes everyone feel comfortable. big heart.

off cam

very focused on his group. like he loves these boys dearly. much more in tune with his feminine side; a soft, empathetic and nurturing soul. might be the hidden mother of the group lol. in tune with his emotions. doesn't shy away from expressing his feelings. so much more romantic and dreamy too. i feel like he cries a lot behind the scenes, especially about sappy and little sentimental things. very charming and idealistic. but also immensely hard-working. type to put in even more effort when no one's looking.

namjoon

on cam

confident and inspiring. so so much passion. brings a sense of warmth to his surroundings, and has an encouraging and uplifting effect on the people he's with. carries a lot of wisdom with him, so much good advice to give. knowledgable and mature for his age. like an old soul. very introspective, deeply reflects on his actions and his behavior. good at bonding with people and offering this sense of comfort, support and emotional understanding. loves in a profound way.

off cam

solid and stable. level-headed. a lot of focus on tangible achievements and practicality. “let's get this work done”. much more self-sacrificial than one would think. not as stubborn as it might appear, quite adaptable and open to opinions different to him. however, rub this man the wrong way somehow, he can get incredibly rigid pretty quickly. “cut the bullshit, deadass.” is what i heard, lmao. he doesn't like people who are too blinded by their emotions, and too delusional all the time; he can't deal with emotional immaturity. very fact-based and rational in that sense.

taehyung

on cam

a lot of contentment and abundance in the way he presents himself. like he just gives off this expensive aura, and seems pretty satisfied with himself. kinda snug and prideful. knows what he is and what he can do for people, and radiates that self-assurance and confidence to the outside. i can tell it just makes him very attractive to people. mature, in control of his emotions. calm and collected. he just looks like he knows what he's doing all the time. very complex too, someone who just adds depth and flavour to everything he does.

off cam

talks and speaks up much more. very clever and quick-witted. mentally agile and savvy. observant and detail-oriented. isn't afraid to stand his ground and voice his opinion when he needs to. he makes things look very easy and effortless, but in reality, he puts a lot of effort and hard work into all of his endeavours. responsible. can get burdened and overwhelmed more than you think. impatient tendencies. can get scared of change, but also doesn't wanna stay stuck; can have problems balancing out these two clashing sides in him. i always feel how being a capricorn stellium with an impulsive and rash aries moon must be quite exhausting sometimes.

jimin

on cam

balanced and gentle aura. sweet and diplomatic. someone who encourages a peaceful and harmonious environment. very much a libra. he has huge duality, where he can go from this happy go-lucky and bright smiled sunshine, to a dark and sensual devil (card that come out) that just gazes holes into your soul. i think he bases a lot of his image on his performances, i keep seeing him on stage in my minds eye. loves letting out and transitioning into his scorpionic (his venus+mars placement), sexy and mysterious energy whenever he's on stage. almost like he plays a role and fools people. loves to stand out among the crowd. can get very competitive and greedy too, in terms of his performances. (the energy was crazy intense here?)

off cam

much more laidback. outgoing and sociable, enjoys meeting up and going to parties. good at making friends and networking. more comfortable and slow-moving. more pragmatic than one would think as well. not nearly as soft and sensitive. can be more confident and self-assured than what meets the eye. but can get emotional out of nowhere though, kinda unpredictable with his feelings. his energy is just very fickle, but at the same time intense. he's either completely loyal to you, sticks by you through everything, or doesn't give two cents about you, honestly lmaooo :')

jungkook

on cam

humble, an eternal student. always trying to improve, expand his horizon. more youthful and bright in spirit. extremely driven and determined; if jk sets his mind to something, no one can hold him back from getting it. very much obsessive in that way. holds a lot of love in his heart, is gentle and careful in the way he treats people. there's some femininity here too. he might have this more sensual image in people's eyes. people enjoy his company because it's very calm and chill, drama free. mostly quiet and reserved. doesn't insert himself into any conflict intentionally and stays out of it.

off cam

surprise surprise - hugely perfectionistic. even obsesses over managing his image behind the scenes. very eager to keep it as flawless as possible. i heard “a dream to work with” though. someone who loves to collaborate, enjoys learning from other people. very committed and dedicated to quality at his work. always focused on doing the right thing; well-established manners and strong morals. likes connecting to people on an emotional level; moreso needs it. more sensitive than one would expect. can also get immensely greedy sometimes; this is where i see his dilemma. he's always yearning to reach the highest level work-wise; but can easily feel dissatisfied and unfulfilled. he doesn't enjoy fame, but at the same time can't do without it. i heard “the only thing i'm good at” jk is the type to think he's not good at something if he isn't at level 10 right away. he's always looking to do more and more; very prone to burning himself out badly because of his extreme ambition.

note; mister jeon always has so much to say, phew.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for demanding a kid's mother compensate me for the expensive protective screen he ruined?

I (24F) used to work in a tutoring center with two classes, my class had around 8 kids, the other class had more because the tutor there is more experienced. I was having trouble managing my time and keeping up with all the classes the kids had. There was this one kid Mike (6M) who is a good kid but slightly mischievous, but I had a lot to say about his mother, I don't like her because she doesn't care. For example, the center closes at 6:30 and she's always like 1 hour late to pick him up, sometimes when I'm in a hurry to leave, I end up having to give him a ride myself because I can't just leave him alone and she doesn't pay me for the extra work. She even started to expect me to give her kid rides whenever she has plans, and never offers to pay. I could've been more strict with her but unfortunately I have social anxiety and have trouble asserting myself, but it's common sense to pay people for these sort of things.

Sometimes she even leaves for a trip OUTSIDE OF THE COUNTRY after she drops him off at the center (for her job- but it's her personal business and she could literally choose a different time or at least arrange for a pickup for her kid??)

Also Mike has two smartphones that he brings with him everyday and is very protective of them. I have no idea if both of them belong to him but that's irrelevant, the point is somehow he's allowed to carry two smartphones at the age of 6, I find it weird. And apparently the mother isn't even aware of it?! (As will be explained later)

It's been a minute so I don't remember what else I didn't like about this mother but there WERE other issues.

Anyway, the center was unofficial and there weren't any real guidelines for me to follow and I was new and very inexperienced so I often went to the other tutor (36F) for advice and copied her teaching style. For the poems and songs the children had to memorize, she suggested I use a recorded audio on my phone to help them with it instead of having to reread the entire thing for them over and over.

So I used this method a lot. At first I used to hold the phone for them and stay near them, but as time went to I started to trust them with my phone as I see how they handle it but I stay close to it. This continued for like a month and nothing happened to my phone. Sometimes when they are done and waiting for their rides I even let them play games on my mobile sometimes and yet nothing happened.

But one time there was a lot of homework so for Mike and another kid on the same grade I played the audio on loop and left the phone next to them, I warned them from messing with it and left to help another kid with her homework.

As I'm busy with this other kid go back to Mike and I find out he peeled the my phone's protective screen on purpose and he was laughing? Yes he's 6 but he knew exactly what he was doing. He often didn't let anyone touch his phones and often checks for damages and goes on rants about how handle a phone.

I went to the other tutor for advice and told me that was unacceptable and the mother should compensate me for it, so I decided to finally assert myself and immediately messaged her to tell her what her kid did and told her the screen costed me over 100$ (which is a lot of money in our currency) and my job was part time so my monthly salary was only about 660$ and it was the only job I had so obviously I couldn't afford it on my own.

She responded by telling me her a 6 year old doesn't understand the value of these things and it was my fault for lending him my mobile. I replied that I only allowed him to borrow my phone because I saw how he treated his two phones and listed several examples of how he handles them and takes good care of them and understands what damages them.

Her only response was: "Who said he has two phones?"

I was so done that was her only argument, but before I could reply she called management to complain about me demanding her money, they promised to resolve the issue and hung up to hear my side of the story.

My boss told me I was very bold to assume the mother would pay me, while the other tutor was on my side, and I learned in a private conversation with my boss that she wasn't a fan the other tutor's teaching methods.

Needless to say, I quit, for many reasons but this was a big factor so AITA?

What are these acronyms?

[amymbona]

Priest Patrick with a neck tattoo please forgive me 🫦🫦😫😫🤤 I’m also feral rn

He's a new priest in town, looking completely different to the old, smelly man who used to previously occupy the church, kind of edgy with the tattoo poking from the high collar of his cloak. And he's pretty young too. Most people would mistake him for one of those skater boys, the type that is pretty much despised in the small, catholic town, but he has to be respected, of course.

Upon attending the first Sunday church under his directing, you discover how soft spoken he is, and you could listen to him recite from the bible for hours. When you're leaving the church, the two of you lock eyes, and it's as if sparks fly between the two of you, even over the entirety of the building. Your mother ushers you out, still slightly suspicious of this whole church re-arrangement.

You're hard to discourage, though, and decide to ditch working at the market one day just to go spy on the man. Not in the traditional way, though, as you don't want to risk falling into some deep shit.

The giant door creaks as you enter the church. Empty. Your boots echo in the empty space as you call out a soft "Hello?"

He appears soon after, dressed a bit more casually in simple shirt and pants - both black - the top button of his shirt undone, allowing you to get a better glimpse of the tattoo on the side of his neck.

"Good morning, dear," he speaks as calmly as ever, offers you a soft smile too. For moment, he doesn't even look like a priest, just like a normal thirty-something guy you could meet every day. "How may I assist you?"

Oh, dear, he could assist you in many ways, but none of them are compatible with what the God says. You gulp, slowly closing the distance between the two of you, and it almost feels like the walls of the church are closing around you with each step you take, suffocating you, screaming get out, get out!

"I- I was just wondering... I wanted to see you," mentally, you curse yourself for giving him such a stupid answer.

A smile finds its way on his handsome face, his sharp canines shining like stars as he steps closer, tilting his head to the side in question. "See me? Are you hoping for an advice or a confession?"

Yeah, you'd probably need to confess a lot of things. But you shake your head, glancing down at your shoes in shame as a light layer of blush paints your cheeks. Hopefully, he can't see that.

"No, no. I was just - I guess - curious," you admit, and then you think you hear him chuckle.

"What could possibly make you curious about me, dear girl?"

Good question. Perhaps it's that kind smile and honest expression, completely contrasting with the perverse face of the catholic church, or the genuine worry and care he has for every single of the visitors. Or, it could he the devilish hint of something unacceptable, something that all the mothers roll their eyes about, because a priest can't have a tattoo.

"A lot of things, actually," you shrug, looking up at him once again, "You're sort of a phenomenon, here."

Patrick throws his head back with a laugh, crossing arms over his chest casually. God, is he beautiful. "I've noticed. Do you think I'm one as well?"

"Perhaps. You don't meet a priest like yourself every day," you offer some hint of a compliment with a gentle chuckle, feeling as if you're just making yourself look worse and worse.

But he doesn't think that. On the contrary, he thinks you're the most real creature that has entered this church so far. Completely honest and delicately yourself, not bothering to hide behind your belief, that might not be as serious as his. And he respects that, as long as you respect God.

"I'm going to take that as a compliment, darling," fuck, the nickname makes your head spin.

And you blush, "It was one, yeah."

Some sort of a silence settles around the two of you, and while Patrick is studying your face, he notices you stealing glances at the tattoo. It doesn't bother him, he's used to it. People often find it far from traditional that he has accessorized his body like that, even though his religion doesn't forbid that in any way.

"Do you wanna see?" he asks, snapping you out of the trance.

"Huh?" you gulp, eyes flicking back up to meet his own. "What?"

He hooks a finger around the collar of his shirt and tugs it down, exposing not only a few freckles on his chest but mainly the full length of that tattoo. "C'mere."

You're almost entranced by the gentle command, and your feet carry you on your own before you stop in front of him. And you can almost smell him, the gentle whiff of books, leather and black tea, the softness of it wanting you to fall into his arms.

Having grown up in the little catholic town, this is actually the first tattoo you're ever seeing in person. It's fairly simple, a sharp petalled flower blooming under his ear, crawling down in the shape of a serpent and then settled over the crook of his shoulder in a medieval-ish ornament, looking like one of the sculpted decorations on the wall.

"That's nice," you breathe out, the soft huff of air hitting his exposed skin. With your face so close, he's almost tempted to pull you even closer. But he knows he shouldn't, because you're too young and familiarly beautiful, and your parents believe in God's supremacy perhaps even more than he does. And he doesn't have the soul to corrupt you in any way.

[thrashkink-coven]

When I approached Ra I was apprehensive. I don’t like the idea of supremacy. I don’t jive with the concept of kingship, and my past relationship with Christianity has made me shy away from all things “Father God”. I like the freedom of choice and self discovery that I’ve found in entities like Lucifer.

But Ra is helping me heal, and in him I’m starting to find that the divine masculine isn’t so scary after all. I thought because of his nobility and position as a king, he would be harsh and picky, but he’s starting to help me understand what it really means to be a God of kings. It doesn’t mean being served and obeyed just because you should, it means being such a great and supportive leader that people want to follow you. And as a father, a good father, Ra never raises his voice at his children. He gives them the best advice because he wants them to succeed. I didn’t feel like I “owed” him respect. I just wanted to, I wanted to be around him and learn from him. I wanted to trust in his leadership and I wanted to make him proud. That’s very new for me. Having grown up without a father, I’ve never understood what that feels like.

Ra reminds me of the beauty and strength of powerful men. Men who protect and lead and encourage, men who nurture. Men who use their strength to create rather than destroy. Men who are honest and know how to love.

Ra is warm (of course) and incredibly, indescribably powerful, but also so soft. So gentle. And lively, cheerful. A smiling God. He doesn’t need to be stern and cold to summon those feelings of immense respect and honour of being in his presence. He laughs and he accepts offerings with such appreciation.

Today I gave him an offering of bread with some peanut butter and water. It’s the first one I’ve ever given. And I was overwhelmed with this feeling of him being pleasantly surprised by the peanut butter. As if he was saying “oh! Bread AND peanut butter! This is a treat!”

And something about that made me feel particularly softened. You’re the king of the Gods, the blazing burning Sun that gives all life to Earth, and yet you’re pleasantly surprised by a little peanut butter. Lol.

Today was the first time I called upon Ra for protection. I did a modified banishment of the Hexagram and called to him in his many faces, along with Horus cleanse my space and aura. I’ve never felt so confident in a protection ritual. The pure blazing energy of the sun sanitizes everything it touches. As I hummed each syllable of his holy names I felt him smiling on me. He seems to like singing and humming a lot. It was the first time I’ve ever felt right ending a prayer with “Amen”.

I could feel Mother Isis looking on us too, she seemed relieved that I’ve finally found them. Something about all this feels like coming home.

☀️

[beachy--head]

A few people asked for a part two of this drabble, and picturing these two being absolutely clueless was too funny to pass up. So here is Jackson, courting April, Boston style.

(also, happy birthday @japril12!!)

___

It may surprise people, but Jackson Avery has never really courted a woman. In the past, he just smiled and offered someone a drink, and that was generally the only move needed. Sure, he’s gone on dates, and knows the basics (he was raised by Catherine Avery, after all). He’s not socially inept, and is usually good at working a room or feigning an interest in what another person is saying. 

All of it is useful for his new position at the foundation, but it doesn’t prevent the fact that here he is, 40 years old and clueless about what exactly he’s supposed to do or how to win over someone. And not anyone. Someone who deserves to be courted, someone who holds all the power over him, someone who takes his breath away when she so much as smiles at him, someone who would have every right to laugh at him and slam the door in his face. The pressure is crushing, because he knows that this is it and that he cannot mess this up. This time it has to work, because April Kepner is forgiving, but he’s pretty sure he’s running out of second chances.

He could ask around him for advice, but his circle of trusted friends is limited, and he’s positive he doesn’t want to have to face Ben’s knowing smile or Richard’s vague life lessons that would be immediately reported to his mother. No, he has to handle things himself, and flowers seem like a good place to start. April likes flowers, right? Flowers can say a lot of things, and April likes taking care of them and having them in her house and her office, and he’s pretty sure she would get the hint, because you don’t get flowers from anyone. Yep, flowers it is. 

___

Jackson is acting weird.

First with the flower deliveries. Every week or so, a bouquet greets April when she enters her office at the Foundation. The card reads “J. Avery”, but the combination of wild flowers would be enough to know who the culprit was. She’s sure there’s a rational explanation, though. He probably wants to show he’s grateful she uprooted her life to move to Boston. Or he maybe wants to congratulate her for her work at the foundation (she’s not one to boast, but she’s pretty happy with the outreach program she’s just finished setting up and that has been her main goal since she’s started working here). Yeah, he’s just being a thoughtful co-parent and a good boss, and she doesn’t have to read anything in these fancy floral arrangements.

It gets weirder when he hands her one day a gift certificate for a fancy spa in the city.

“Is it something you give every employee who has finished a big project?”

“No?”

“Is it a gift from your mother you’re trying to get rid of because you hate getting a massage?”

“No!”

“Then why are you giving me this?”

“Because you’ve worked hard on the program, and you deserve to unwind and stay for way too long in one of these sauna rooms.”

“Way too long? Coming from someone who cannot stay even two minutes inside one, that’s–”

“I just don’t get why you would voluntarily stay in a 150 degrees room and sweat with other people!”

“Sweat wi… Seriously?”

They keep bantering for the next thirty minutes, and she tried to hide it, but she’s still grinning hours after he leaves her office.

She has to ask questions, though, when he hands her two plane tickets from Columbus to Boston (she's very careful to avoid touching his hand when she takes the tickets, because she doesn't get butterflies when their skins come into contact. She doesn't. Absolutely not).

“What…?”

“It’s for your parents. You mentioned you couldn’t go to Moline next month because of all your big meetings and that you missed them, so I figured they would maybe like to visit you and Boston, and see Harriet, and...” He trails off when he sees her expression, and it takes her a few seconds to stop staring at him and shake her head.

“Jackson, you don’t have to do this. I don’t know if it’s because you feel guilty for asking me to leave Seattle, or–”

“That’s not what I’m doing!”

He almost looks insulted, and she's lost.

“Then what is all this?” She gestures towards the tickets, and then to a freshly delivered bouquet (yesterday’s order, sunflowers and irises), and she swears she can hear him take a deep breath, the way he does when he’s nervous about something.

“That’s– I– Would you like to have dinner with me tonight?”

“What?”

[pots-sibly]

I woke up today, both expecting and not expecting it to be the worst day of my life.

It's my last day in the city I thought I would call home. The last day of moving out of an apartment I thought I would be able to live in for a long time on my own. The last day to see the few friends I have and experience things that I won't get a chance to in my hometown.

I got little sleep, and a horrible digestive flare in the morning that put me in an immense amount of pain. Upon walking into my now empty apartment, I burst into tears in front of the movers. I sat on the floor in my barren bedroom and cried, telling my mother how much I just wanted to give up, how I am so tired of fighting.

Then, I remembered I still had to say goodbye to one of my neighbours. We haven't interacted much, but she's been extremely lovely and helpful to me. She kept me company during the apartment yard sale. She let me use her stapler the night before a big assignment was due. She spoke to me about her health issues and gave me advice.

She surprised me with a card, and we stood outside her apartment and talked for nearly an hour. She told me about her friend with EDS who is going through a nasty divorce with a horrible man. She talked to me about her cancer treatment. I confided in her about how scared I was to be going back home to live with my extremely conservative, religious parents.

Then, I met my friend (also a neighbour) upstairs. This time, walking into the apartment didn't feel like a punch in the gut. We went to a craft store that I won't be able to visit for a while, but didn't find what we were looking for. She showed me some of her favourite songs, and we sang Honeybee together in harmony. We went to our next stop - a bubble tea shop, as there is nowhere to get bubble tea in my province - when we both realized we were hungry, and she asked if she could take me to her favourite Chinese food place.

She told the waitress I've never had soup dumplings. The waitress was just as excited as she was, telling me how much I would like them. When I asked if the tea was caffeinated (and then said I couldn't drink it, as it was) she offered me a glass of water.

My friend filmed my first time eating soup dumplings. I did pretty good. I was expecting an upset stomach, but they were delicious. We also had pork buns that smelled like my grandma's homemade bread. I dropped an entire dumpling in the bowl of vinegar and laughed until I was dizzy.

We got bubble tea with popping boba, the only kind I've found that doesn't upset my stomach. It was her first time trying the popping ones and she loved them. She dropped me off at the apartment and got out of the car to give me a hug. I reminded her that I plan to come back with giant muscles. She yelled goodbye out of the window of her car, and I yelled it back. We said I love you for the first time.

After finalizing the paperwork, I took an Uber to the Airbnb my mom and I are staying in before our flight tomorrow. The driver asked if I was working or in school, and I told him I was actually moving home due to health issues. He asked what was wrong, I told him: I have an autoimmune disease that affects my whole body. It won't kill me, but it can't be cured. He told me his story about a dangerous heart condition he had a few years ago, and how he's fully recovered and takes fantastic care of himself. He told me I reminded him of his daughter, and that he would pray for me to be healed and get everything I want in life. I almost cried again. I told him I'd pray for him too.

It's cold and raining. I'm having a hot bath and then am going to lie down for the rest of the day. We fly early tomorrow, and I already know this week is going to wreak havoc on my body, but I have the entire month of February to rest. At the end of February, I start a physical therapy routine specifically designed for people with POTS.

This move is devastating. All I wanted to do growing up was to get out as soon as possible. And after having a taste of freedom, of the city and all of the experiences open to me, going back feels like a death sentence.

But there is so much good in the world. In my world. I fully plan on coming back once I am stronger. I have a list of things I want to do once I am able to manage my symptoms (continue learning to box, try Indian food, jump in puddles, build a snowman.)

It is not fair that I am sick. I want nothing more than to stay. But I also know that if I were to stay out here, if I were to continue to try to live on my own, pushing and pushing and pushing - it would kill me.

I am sick. I am, at this point in time, incapable of most things. My independence is gone. My world has shrunk to the inside of my childhood bedroom.

But I have time to write. I have time to draw. I can share my story and try my best to help others in my situation. I can get involved in helping kids and parents and educators learn about conditions like mine, and how to catch them early. I can text my friends and get good rest and see my doctor and slowly get stronger.

My life is not over. Right now, it's on pause. But I will come back.

And I'll have gigantic muscles.

[betterthanburrow]

The NFL Off-Season Life - Instagram AU

(Bengals Quarterback! Joe Burrow x Artist! OC)

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yourinstagram: life is good… life is great ❣️

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allisonkuch: it looks like you and Joe are enjoying your first NFL off-season life together!

↳ yourinstagram: the advice you gave me on how to handle football players during the NFL off-season life truly has saved my life and i can’t thank you enough 🙏🏻

lahjay10_: i can tell from that writing piece of yours that y’all are having fun during the offseason 😌

mamaburrow: i hope that the two of you are having a good time visiting your hometown!

↳ yourinstagram: trust me… we are having fun!

yourmother: i can’t wait to see the two of you soon!

joeyb_9: out of all the pictures of me… you decided to chose that photo to be apart of your “photo dump”?!

↳ yourinstagram: would you rather me post your failed artwork on a tiny canvas for all instagram users to see?!

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Burrow_Updates: Joe Burrow’s instagram story.

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username1: i was at that restaurant last night and i saw Joe with his girlfriend and her mother… i didn’t take pictures to respect their privacy but they were having a good time together while drinking and laughing.

↳ username2: did you hear any of the embarrassing stories from Y/N’s childhood?!

↳ username1: no, i wasn’t close to their table. also the restaurant was very loud so even if i was close to their table… i probably wouldn’t have been able to hear anything because i couldn’t hear my girlfriend speak and she was sitting across the table from me.

yourinstagram: i can’t believe an instagram story update from one of my boyfriend’s fanpages is how i find out that my mother and i got too drunk…

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yourinstagram: 🗯️ (disclaimer: it’s an art piece that i saw on the street, please don’t overthink this post)

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joeyb_9: thank you for the disclaimer… i don’t need rumors about me being a fan of NFTs going around 🙄

↳ yourinstagram: rumors about you being head over heels in love with your art lover girlfriend > rumors about you loving your girlfriend because she’s an NFT.

mamaburrow: what’s an NFT?!

↳ joeyb_9: trust me mama… you don’t want to know.

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joeyb_9: thinkin about ball today.

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Bengals: we’re always thinking about the ball.

yourinstagram: is that all you were thinking about 🤔

↳ joeyb_9: i was also thinking about my girlfriend’s embarrassing stories from her childhood that her and her mother told me about at the restaurant ☺️

↳ yourinstagram: stop thinking about that right now… go back at thinking about the ball.

NFL: we miss seeing our favorite #9 quarterback on the football field!

lahjay10_: when are you not thinking about the ball?!

↳ joeyb_9: that’s a good point.

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yourinstagram: today, i offering you a semi-blurry selfie and some art pieces that i’ve been working on… tomorrow, who knows what i’ll offer.

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joeyb_9: pretty girl and her pretty art.

username1: will you ever put your artwork up for sale?!

↳ yourinstagram: i’ve considered opening an online shop for my artwork… but art is something i do in my free-time for my own peace of mind and i don’t want it to become a chore that i’ll have to stress about.

sam_hubbard: i know what you could offer tomorrow?!

↳ yourinstagram: hmm… what?! (if you say something stupid i’m going to block your account)

↳ sam_hubbard: nevermind… i’m not going to risk getting blocked by one of my best friend’s girlfriend 😵‍💫

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Bengals: Tiny hands win games.

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joeyb_9: who edited those hands… we need to talk.

sam_hubbard: i see that Twitter 2020 tweet more times that i’ve seen any other Twitter tweet.

yourinstagram: those tiny hands may win football games, but those tiny hands can’t paint a tiny canvas!

↳ joeyb_9: i apologize for not being the most artistic football quarterback in the world.

Author’s Note:

i truly do enjoy writing these Instagram AUs, i know that this is only the third Instagram AU that i’ve posted so far but… i’m having a lot of fun writing Instagram AUs for a man that has no social media presence which is causing me to use my imagination to come up with these Instagram AUs “scenarios”.

if you have any requests for an Instagram AU, please send them to my inbox and i’ll try to have the Instagram AU posted as soon as i can!

thank you for all the love and support 🤍

[heartbeatan]

The Art of Revenge (Chapter 1)

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Chapter 1

You were healthily addicted to your cell phone, the way most twenty-first centuriers were. It offered you safety, connection, entertainment, news, directions, and food delivery. You lived a pretty happy digital life. You avoided the toxic corners of social media, successfully skirted wasting money on fad product trends (well… success is a relative term…) and spent most of your time smiling at the hilarious memes posted by friends, rolling your eyes at your step-mother and future-mother-in-laws aggressive “wedding suggestions” emails, and squealing at the romantic and occasionally naughty texts from your fiancé.

Today, however, as you looked down at the black, cracked screen - your thumb hovering over the lock button - your pink-cased smartphone more so resembled a ticking time bomb, rather than a miniature computer.

You had turned the sounds and vibrations off days ago. The endless stream of notifications and phone calls since “it happened” had frayed your patience and your nerves. You couldn't stand to hear another “I’m here for you!” or “I’m sorry!” or “You should [insert unprompted advice]” without wanting to vomit. The only reason why you wanted to vomit was because the alternative was going to cost you several court appearances for attempted murder, vandalism, and arson - and you were reasonable enough to know that the bastards who already ruined your life weren’t worth ruining your future.

But, since vomiting only seemed like a self-punishing form of anger - and that didn’t seem fair either - you decided that you could channel your hate for the world in other ways.

That brought you to this moment: parked along the shoulder of a two-lane highway, flanked by old, tall trees, hours away from your civilization, staring down at your phone as you decided which crisis you were going to address first when you finally unlocked the screen.

You pressed your thumb and the screen lit up, prompting you for a password. You scrunched your nose as the lockscreen notification indicated that you had received another slew of text messages, notifications, emails and missed phone calls. A wiser person would have started blocking numbers and addresses - but you weren’t wiser… you were vindictive… and thus, you needed those numbers unblocked so that you could execute your plan accordingly.

You punched in your passcode, and immediately scoffed as you came face to face with your wallpaper. It was an engagement photo of you and your fiancé, hugging each other tightly, and beaming into the photo lens with bright smiles. Of all the photos that had been taken that session, this one wasn’t the best of the lot. The sun was hot and painfully bright, meaning neither of you could see. In fact, tears from trying to keep your eyes open had streaked your mascara. Chris - your fiancé - had also begun to sweat beneath his dress shirt, and the wind blew both your perfectly coiffed hairstyles out of place. But you remembered vividly how happy you had been when that photo was taken. Chris had made some ridiculous joke about life being about “as good as it sweats”, and although his puns were usually met with jeers and boos, you couldn’t help but fall into a fit of laughter. Life with him was always a bit corny, but fun as hell. He held you tight against him, and you pressed your cheeks together as you laughed stupidly towards the photographer.

You should have changed your wallpaper the moment you walked in on Chris, your fiancé, fucking your Maid of Honour, Stephanie. But you decided that, for now, you needed to be reminded of his face. You needed to remember why you were putting an obscenely high number of miles on your car. You needed the anger to flush your system and strip you of all trepidation. You needed your inhibitions gone, so you felt no remorse about fucking the man whom Stephanie called “the love of her life.”

Perhaps, we should back up…

Stephanie and yourself had been inseparable since middle school. She was your best friend, and you had remained loyaly at each other’s side through the chaos and mess of your formative years. University was the only thing that pulled you two apart - but, despite the time zone difference between your respective schools, you stayed in touch. That was when you first heard about Jeon Jungkook.

Jungkook and Stephanie were in the same dormitories, shared friends, and even took the occasional class together. She was completely enamored by him from the very first moment they met. You remembered the phone call she made to you that very first day of school, and how brightly you smiled from the other end of the phone as she recounted how she had just met “the love of her life.” You were happy for her, and admittedly a bit jealous that her first college experience had been so monumentally more exceptional than yours. You considered yourself to be a social person, but your first week out of your small town, on the heels of breaking up with your highschool boyfriend, and amidst the bustle of a large, University City, you were feeling like a fish out of water, and worried about finding your place there. Fortunately, your fears were misplaced. You quickly established a core group of friends, and spent the next four years bonding, growing, learning, and partying like a rockstar. By the end of your undergrad, you couldn’t even remember the person you were before you had gone to school. Yet, Stephanie and yourself had still managed to stay close - even visiting each others’ campuses on occasion. That was how you met Jeon Jungkook.

The first time you saw him was at a small pre-drink gathering in Stephanie’s room. She, of course, wanted to take you out on the town and show you a good time. Show off the fabulous life she had cultivated for herself. You were looking forward to meeting him. By the way Stephanie had described Jungkook and their time together, you had assumed that something was happening between them… if they weren’t already in a relationship she hadn’t yet disclosed to you. But when you got there, you quickly became of the suspicion that the life long love Stephanie had found was likely one sided on her part. You empathized with her. You weren’t exactly the best at handling unrequited feelings - you had already gone through a bout of them with your own fellow classmate and temporary fuck buddy. Whereas you dealt with those feelings by talking them out with a pint of ice cream, Stephanie coped with denial and delusion. You wondered how she put up with it for so long. Your friend was beautiful, charming and, by the way the boys of her school tripped over themselves when they were around her, you were sure she could have easily found real, two-way love with the snap of her perfectly self-manicured nails. You wondered who the hell this Jungkook guy was, and what kind of asshole he could have been to not only have this hold over her, but also the audacity to reject her.

But the moment he walked into the party… you understood. He made your heart instantly thump, your mind whip through a reel of fantasies, and your nether regions pulse. He was gorgeous beyond belief. Thick ebony hair, a loose, black t-shirt that somehow was tight over his broad chest, an array of dainty tattoos dancing their way up his muscular arms, and a strong, squared jaw that emphasized both his boyish and masculine features. There was something insouciant about how he walked into a room, and the way he casually scanned the space around him. His dark and brooding aura instantly made you desperate for his attention.

You felt guilty for being even remotely attracted to him - but that guilt also made you completely understand your best friend's misleading banter. If you had to see that man everyday, you too would need to find a way to cope beyond the abilities of frozen sugar.

You met him a few times over the college years, and even several times afterwards, since Stephanie’s friend group stayed relatively in touch and she often invited you along. Jungkook and yourself, however, hadn’t shared many words between you throughout all those occasions. Whenever you were around, he didn’t talk often to Stephanie either, and you questioned if it was because of you, and that he didn’t like you very much. But, of the few times you did speak, he was cordial, still insouciant, and generally a decent person. You could easily describe him as an “artist.” A flower child with the air of James Dean. He had started his own graphic design business and was in high demand; he toured every summer with his indie-rock band; he made decent bank on paintings, photographs and graphic prints which he sold online; and, just because of course he could, also ran a tattoo and piercing salon out of his house.

You had only been to his home once. He had invited his college friends up for a long weekend, and you, of course, tagged along. You didn’t get much of a look inside his home, aside from the bathroom off the mudroom. The home was in the middle of the woods and had the outside appearance of a luxury cabin, but there certainly wasn’t enough room inside for all of you to sleep - so you stayed in tents sprawled across the lawn.

That was the weekend you met Chris. Stephanie had actually set up the meet-cute. He was the brother of one of Stephanie’s friend’s whom she had met once or twice - an unfortunate detail that would become relevant later.

That weekend, it felt as if all the stars were finally aligning. Chris and you clicked immediately, and you unashamedly spent the next four days attached at the hip, and those three total nights “sleeping” in his tent. Stephanie seemed to be finally getting what she wanted as well. She was at Jungkook’s side at every opportunity, and from behind your rose coloured glasses, you were sure something was finally going to happen between them.

Unfortunately, your newly love-drunk perspective was far from correct. Stephanie was in a foul mood the whole drive home. Apparently, she had finally mustered up enough courage to tell Jungkook that she loved him, and he had coldly shut down her advances. She even cried at one point, and you comforted her by dutifully calling him a blind asshole, and declaring that she deserved so much more than him.

After that trip, two years passed, and you were deeply in love with Chris, and Stephanie seemed to get over her Jungkook heartbreak. She respectfully got over him by getting under other lovers. The problem, however, was when she got under Chris. There weren’t many pertinent details to that revelation. You came home one day early from work, saw Stephanie’s car in your driveway and assumed she had been by to drop off a dress of yours she had borrowed for your bridal shower. When you stepped into the house, instead of finding a garment bag hanging neatly at your backdoor, you found her clothes strewn about the kitchen floor, and Chris pounding her over your pristine kitchen counters.

You left without saying a thing. You ignored their terrified cries and guilty apologies. Truly, you felt nothing in that moment. Just numb. You shut off your phone, drove five towns over, and held yourself up in a hotel room.

Inside that hotel room, you experience the intensity of every stage of grief.

Denial. You hadn’t seen what you had seen. This man who told you he loved you, who treated you right, who asked you to marry him - there was no way he was cheating on you.

Anger. Stephanie - the woman who was family to you. The girl who had been with you through thick and thin, who introduced you to your fiancé, whose mortgage you paid when she lost her job and needed time to find a new one, the one who held your hand at your mother’s funeral, the way you did at her father’s… Stephanie, would have the audacity to betray you in the most intimate way possible.

Bargaining. People make mistakes. Perhaps there was a good explanation they could give you - one that could convince you that this affair could be forgiven and forgotten, and everything could return to normal before the “mistake.”

Depression. Realizing you would need to leave Chris. Knowing that you lost a friend. Thinking about just how much physical, emotional and financial labour you were about to endure to pull apart your intrinsically tangled lives.

Acceptance. You were no longer engaged. Stephanie was no longer your friend. You were alone again.

Of all the stages and feelings you went through, anger was the one that ironically made you feel the best. So, upon acceptance of your fate, you returned to the anger stage, and began scheming your payback.

Chris was a pretty easy target. You were an accountant, and he was a fool. Nearly everything you owned together was in your name, since your credit was fabulous, and his looked like he had spent his retirement savings on crypto currency the day before the big crash. Long story short, the man would be homeless, carless, and broke by the time you spoke with him again.

Stephanie was a bit of a different story. You couldn’t get to her by destroying her financial life, and frankly, her social life would bounce back easily. Regardless, that wasn’t how you wanted to get back at her. Chris destroyed your collective life together, so you made him start over in every way possible. Stephanie, however, destroyed your heart. You needed her to feel the loss of love, the stab of feeling worthless, and the sting of betrayal. You needed her to hurt. You needed to take something away from her that she loved so dearly… but the only thing she had ever truly claimed to love (aside from you) was Jungkook.

You turned your phone back on, then went to the bathroom while the millions of notifications flooded your phone. When you returned, you cleared them all with one simple swipe of your finger, then opened up your social media folder.

You hadn’t had Jungkook as a friend on any of your socials, but you also knew he wasn’t much for personal social media to begin with. Regardless, you easily tracked down his business page, but grimaced to find his private messages closed. But there was a phone number…

You looked at the clock. It was nearly midnight. There was no way he kept office hours open until now. But, he was self-employed… so perhaps the phone number was also his personal?

You hovered over the number, seesawing between calling him, or waiting to call him during normal hours, until you nearly convinced yourself to not call him at all. As your feet got colder, you moved to close the phone and toss it across the room - but just before you did, another text message popped up on your screen.

Stephanie.

You once again seesawed between finally reading their messages, or putting the phone back on mute until you were ready to face what either of them had to say. But before you could consciously decide, your finger pressed the notification and the full message popped up on the screen.

It was less than an apology. Although she did start by saying she was sorry, the remaining five paragraphs were probably the most audacious things you could have ever imagine to have read from someone who was trying to apologize for fucking your fiancé. She pointed out that she had in fact met Chris first, and that there had always been a spark. She said that she had given him to you, because she felt you deserved happiness. She said that she felt she needed to stop putting the happiness of others ahead of herself. Then, with all the narcissistic, self-deluded frenemy energy she could muster, told you that if you were a good friend, you would be happy that she had finally found someone who respected her.

You clucked your teeth, now beyond the point of anger. In that moment, years of memories flooded your thoughts. Every backhanded compliment she had ever made to you, every crush of yours she had flirted with, every moment she flaked on you for someone else. They were small moments, and they were surpassed by a mountain of great moments, but you couldn’t help but wonder if they had been signs you had always ignored. Perhaps Stephanie was an objectively bad person, and perhaps you had been too blind to see it until now. Perhaps she was one of those people whose nastiness was subtle, and you were one of those people who gave others too many benefits of the doubt. Well… if provoked… you could be nasty too…

You closed the message, opened the phone app, and pressed “call.”

“Hello?”

Your nerves instantly flared the moment he answered.

“Hey, uh, Jungkook?”

“Yes?”

“It’s Y/N.”

“Hey,” he answered, although there was a clear hint of confusion in his voice.

“Stephanie’s friend. Chris’ fiancé, ” you elaborated, although saying those words tasted like acid.

“Yeah, I know. What’s up?”

You took in a deep, audible breath as you gathered the courage to power through what you wanted to say. Your shotgun plan was to engage in some sort of small talk at first, but in the end, what you were about to suggest wasn’t worth all the discomfort of trying to pretend as if the two of you were close.

“I have a humiliating favour to ask you – and it would be completely fair of you to think I’m insane, but, I’ve already been humiliated beyond belief today, so I’m hoping you’ll at least take pity on me because there really isn’t much further to go until I hit rock bottom.”

He paused for a second, and you could sense even more confusion radiating through the phone.

“Shoot,” he responded, casually bracing himself for what you were about to ask.

“You know, Stephanie has been in love with you since college. She still calls you the love of her life.”

He sighed. “No offense, but I’m really not interested in her, and she’s known that since college. And I’m getting really tired of her ploys to convince me otherwise.”

Interesting, you thought, picking up on how his voice grated when he spoke about her.

“I’m not calling to play matchmaker, Jungkook.”

“Good to know. What can I do for you then?”

“Well… today, I walked in on her and Chris, naked in my kitchen.”

“Shit,” he exclaimed, although something in his tone implied he wasn’t particularly surprised. You skipped past that thought, given that he was fairly indifferent 99% of the time. “I’m sorry. You don’t deserve that.”

“Thanks. But I didn’t call for pity. My best friend had sex with the man I thought was the love of my life. I would like to return the favour.”

Once again, Jungkook went quiet, and even though it made your heart race and your cheeks heat, you let the silence hang so he had ample opportunity to work out exactly what you were implying. Then, with an even voice laced with intrigue, he asked, “What specifically do you want from me?”

“I want you to fuck me so God damn stupid that the next time I see her, I can’t walk straight.”

You heard a soft huff of a laugh come through the phone. But to your surprise, and to your excitement, there wasn’t much of a pause or hesitation before he gave you his answer.

“How soon can you get here?”

Go to Chapter 2.

[marymary-diva17]

Like Mother like daughter

female Jake sully and female lo'ak + sully family

Motherhood had been something very rare for Jane, as she never experienced motherhood as human but now was a mother but she is navi. There were many things that were unknown to her but overtime she soon got a handle at the motherhood thing, there were times when she will be good at it and have her bad days. She knew she will always be there for her children no matter what happens, she will be the best mother she can be.

Jane " ........." Jane was looking for her daughter lani, there was a situation that had feel out at home that result in lani running away from the village.

Jane " lani" she soon saw her daughter sitting on ground under a tree, jane soon smiled after finding her daughter. She soon made her way toward the girl and sat next to her.

Jane " there you are my sweet girl"

lani " hey mom"

Jane " what the matter"

lani " oh you didn't hear what happened I thought they will tell you"

Jane " well yes they told me but I rather hear it from you. so tell me what happened" Jane soon sat closer to her daughter as the girl looked sad about something, lani soon sighed as she looked at her mother.

lani " I heard some of the boys making fun of me saying the only way I will get a mate, will be if dad and grandmother offer him a good deal as no one will be with a demon like me"

lani " aww sweetie come here" Jane soon brought her daughter close to her and looked at the girl.

Jane " Those kids are lairs my daughter and one day you will meet the right one"

lani " how do you know"

Jane " I just know hey it might be someone here or someone else where but you feel find, your special someone that will make your heart beat race and making you feel like you are in love"

lani " do you really think someone will love me for me"

Jane " yes my daughter you will find someone who has fallen in love with you for yourself and nothing else"

lani " mom when I do fall in love will you be there to give advice"

Jane " yes I will be there and I will also be there to keep your father, from fight any man that comes even after fifteen years navi ways still confuse me" lani soon laughed at her mother words but it was true Jane was till confused about everything.

Lani " do you think I will keep the family tradition going"

Jane " what family traditions"

lani " stealing away the olo'eythan son and one of the clan best warriors and hunter like you did with dad"

Jane " what I did with your father"

lani " yes dad says you were in so love with him trying to get his attention"

Jane " That man I swear when I see him ... I will deal with your dad later but maybe there is a tradition I started, but in my defend I didn't steal your father away he was single when I meet him he was not with anyone or promised to anyone"

lani " I believe you mom"

Jane " thank you sweetie"

lani " what are my chances of the same situation happening to me"

Jane " know you are my daughter and act like me when I was younger, yeah you are going to have a similar situation to me ... hey we don't know what lucky navi boy will get your attention"

lani " well when I do meet him I hope me very handsome and nice"

Jane " Well I hope you do meet him sweetie hey me might be already here or we might see him in the future"

lani " thank you mom"

Jane " just know honey who ever you like your father will try to find someway to say they are good or bad for you, same goes for your brothers"

lani " yes mom"

Jane " while we are here we need to work on something"

lani " what mom" Jane had soon stands up and soon help lani sand up as well.

Jane " we are going to work on your fighting and defense skills, my daughter you are my child no sully women in our family has never gown down without a fight ... now come on sweetie let see if we make a warrior out of you and our ancestors proud" Jane had placed a hand on lani shoulder and soon started walking off with her daughter, as they will start was lessons.

lani " what about dad"

Jane " we can deal with him later we are teaching you the navi ways, that what you are apart of and now I help you learn the humans ways as well"

lani " cool"

Jane " that what I love to hear" the mother and daughter soon walked off together laugh and talking. They have a wonderful mother and daughter bond, that had started when lani was born and kept on growing over the years. They have had some hardships but will always have a good relationship between each other. Lani is her mother daughter now these days and it will, soon start coming out more when time goes by for her.

[seekforwarmth]

Annual Writing Self-Evaluation

thanks to @allwaswell16 for tagging me! i enjoyed reading your answers a lot! 1. List of works published this year:

ready for a war

Devoted

fuck around, find out

seven, seven

the embers are new

bet on it

Harmony

Cold Spring

two languages, one love

could start a cult

must be love

don’t let the fire die

2. Work you are most proud of (and why): i’m proud of all of them for different reasons, this is very hard to choose. i’m going to say Harmony bc it was the first time i made a collab with an artist.

3. Work you are least proud of (and why): not necessarily a work but i’m not proud that i couldn’t meet my writing goals set for this year (writing a fic longer than 20k words, finishing a wip i’ve had for three years).

4. A favorite excerpt of your writing: from fuck around, find out

“Everything looks lovely but please, call me Louis. What was your inspiration for the menu, Chef Styles?” Louis asks, beaming. Harry lets out a laugh, refocusing his gaze to the dining area. “I’ll call you Louis if you call me Harry, can we agree on that?” Once he gets a nod of confirmation, he continues. “When Oli mentioned you wanted to retribute to the people working for the movie, and that you wanted it to feel personal, it immediately made me think of the time I arrived in New York. I was a youngster, with no family in the city and only a promise of a job that I wasn’t sure I was talented enough to fulfill,” Harry tells, remembering the nerve-wracking feeling of accepting the sous chef position when he was so young and with not much expertise. “Uh, an old lady by the name of Vittoria welcomed me to her house. She was like a second mother to me, sharing with me not only her home but her culture as well. She came to the States with her parents when she was just a toddler but grew up surrounded by the Italian community. We used to have gatherings every weekend with all her family—and I mean all the family, children, grandchildren, neighbors…I learned a lot from her, from all of them. And I used that as an inspiration for today. You’ll see three courses of my version of some of the food I had the pleasure to share with Vittoria and her family. Just wait until you try the tiramisù…it’s to die for,” he ends with a sigh. When he looks back at Louis, he notices something on his face. Fondness, maybe?

5. Share or describe a favorite review you received: i love getting comments, and there are so many that i keep in my heart that it’s hard to choose. i love especially the ones under my rare pair fics bc it’s when ppl usually tell me that they don’t read rare pairs but they gave it a chance bc of me. it means more than words can express when someone trusts you like that.

6. A time when writing was really, really hard: when i was ill around july and i kept changing and changing my blff prompt. i was very close to drop out bc i thought i wouldn’t make it. fortunately i did and i finished my second fic on time.

7. A scene or character you wrote that surprised you: writing Pedro Pascal surprised me a lot lol like i’ve obviously read Louis/Pedro fics before but i had never entertained the idea of writing one myself and it was a nice surprise. also, writing Louis/OMC wasn’t on my plans either but i welcomed it.

8. How did you grow as a writer this year: i personally don’t see any growth.

9. How do you hope to grow next year: i just hope to finish the ideas that i have. i don’t expect for them to be masterpieces, i just need them to be finished.

10. Who was your greatest positive influence this year as a writer (could be another writer or beta or cheerleader or muse etc etc): definitely my friends, the ones that read pairings or tropes they don’t like only bc it’s me writing them, the ones that hype my fics even if they don’t know if the story is good yet, the ones that offer their help and their advice to help me improve.

thank you to Anitra @allwaswell16 for being so supportive all this year, for betaing my works and offering your advice, and for encouraging me to keep going.

thank you to Emma @alltheselights who always reads my fics and leaves gorgeous comments under them, your support means a lot to me.

there’s three fics that wouldn’t exist without Mar @sunbellylou so thank you so much, my love, for being an inspiration to write the filthiest things.

thank you to Kenny @luviebaybie for being the most supportive even when life gets busier and busier. thanks for taking the time to beta for me, i appreciate it a lot!

thank you to Andy @outropeace for inspiring me to write abt Louis and the bodyguard, and for teaching me how to write a smau.

thank you to @linhuine, @smittenwithlouis, @nooradeservedbetter, @lemelous, @punkpillowprincess, @voulezloux, @disgruntledkittenface, @tokyolou, for your constant support and your friendship.

11. Anything from your real life show up in your writing this year: fortunately nothing bc i write romantic stories, no sad stories 🤭

12. Any new wisdom you can share with other writers: joining fic fests is not only an opportunity for you to shine, it’s a chance to build community so pls support works from the other authors in the fest, that’s what a fest is about.

also, hide your stats from ao3. there’s a lot of freedom in not knowing if your fic has hits and kudos or if it doesn’t.

13. Any projects you’re looking forward to starting (or finishing) in the new year: YES! i’m only working on two projects and i’m so excited abt them. the first one it’s a collab between me and @lemelous so expect a lot of gorgeous art, and the second one is a Louis/SebStan wip i couldn’t finish this year.

14. Tag three writers whose answers you’d like to read. ;)@voulezloux, @nooradeservedbetter, @disgruntledkittenface if you haven’t done this already.

*All answers should be about works published in 2023

[calmasyoghurt]

The joker out pride project.

Also on ao3.

June 11th, promt 16. Coming out as a trans man.

“Hi boys, I don’t want to ruin your fun, but I thought I’d let you know that the last bus for Ljubljana leaves in about half an hour”.

The word ‘boys’, in plural, makes Kris’ heart do a little jump, before he can actually register what Jan’s mum said. But of course she’s correct, the last bus does leave in just over 30 minutes. Kris doesn’t really want to go home yet. Today has been an amazing day. Kris got a haircut that makes him feel good about himself. He and Jan has spent the majority of the day learning new songs on their guitars. Oh, and for the first time, Kris has spent almost an entire day being called ‘he’. So Kris doesn’t want to go home yet, where he’ll go back to being called a girl.

“Can’t Kris stay the night? He hasn’t taught me Črn Tulipan yet”, Jan asks his mum, and Kris hopes she’ll allow it.

“Sure, do you want me to call your parents? I don’t want them getting worried about you not coming home”.

“No, think it’s better I call them myself. Thank you for letting me stay”, Kris says, and Jan’s mum tells him he’s welcome to stay any time before leaving the room. Kris grabs his phone, the one he’d gotten for his birthday in January, and calls his mother. The call doesn’t last very long, Kris simply asks for permission to stay the night, his mother allows it. She tells Kris to have fun, and then they wish each other a good night. When Kris hangs up and looks at Jan, he looks amazed.

“What the fuck? Since when do you speak a whole other language?”, Jan asks.

“Since I learned how to speak? You do know my mother is from the Netherlands, right?”. Kris says.

“I guess, but that doesn’t have to mean you speak the language!”. Kris simply laughs at Jan, and suggest that now is the perfect time for Jan to start learning the song that brought Kris’ parents together.

A few hours later, Kris has borrowed one of Jan’s old, washed out band t-shirts to sleep in. He’s sitting on Jan’s bed waiting for him to get back from the bathroom. There’s a small nock on the door, and Jan’s mum enters the room.

“Hi love, are you settling in?”, she asks, and Kris nods.

“Now, I’m not saying that you or Jan aren’t responsible young boys, the contrary in fact. His dad and I have taught him all about the importance of protection. But I want you to be careful anyways, I’m sure you know that std’s aren’t the only thing you in particular can get from a guy. Okay?”. Kris' cheeks feel warm enough to fry an egg on.

“Uh, me and Jan are just friends. Nothing’s going to happen”. Luckily, Kris can hear the bathroom door open before Jan’s mum can give any more advice, and when Jan appears behind him, she just wishes them a good night and leaves.

“What was that about?”, Jan asks as he closes the bedroom door.

“I think your mum thinks we’re a couple or something. She was talking about protection and std’s and stuff”, Kris answers. This makes Jan burst out in laughter. He lays down on the bed next to Kris, and seems to be collecting his thoughts. A minute later, Jan speaks again.

“If we would have met for the first time today, or sometime in the future, then I probably would have a crush on you. The first time we met, I was close to developing feelings. But then you said Kris was short for Kristina and all those feelings flew out the window. Now, that I now you’re a boy and that I could theoretically have a chance, I want nothing else than to keep being friends”.

“How do you always say exactly the right thing? Come here, awkward friend hug time”, Kris says and throws an arm over Jans shoulders. Jan puts an arm over Kris’ hips, and in this moment, everything is peaceful. Tomorrow, Kris might tell mum and dad who he really is.

The next morning, Jan’s dad offers to drive Kris home, since he’s visiting a friend in Ljubljana. Jan says he’ll come with them, saying he wants to see all the guitars that Kris’ dad has. Kris knows it’s a lie, Jan has seen his dad’s guitars multiple times before. The real reason Jan is coming to Ljubljana is to support Kris when coming out. It’s something they discussed when they woke up, and Kris is once again so grateful for Jan’s endless support.

Forty minutes later, Kris and Jan are dropped of outside Kris’ building with a promise from Jan’s dad that he’ll be back in about an hour to pick Jan up. Together, the two friends enter the building, walk up a few stairs, and then they’re outside Kris’ apartment. Kris opens the door and enters, closely followed by Jan. They find Kris’ mum at the kitchen table, reading a newspaper. She greets them with a big smile before looking at Kris’ new hairstyle.

“Oh, you cut it short again? It suits you, and won’t make you as warm now that it’s summer”. It almost surprises Kris, how positive she is to the new haircut. But he’s not going to complain, definitely not, this is what he wanted. He wanted them to support him. So why not break the bigger news right away?

“Is dad home? I want to tell you something”, Kris says, and is informed that his dad is in the living room. The three of them walk in to the next room together. When they enter, Kris’ mum sits down in one of the couches, next to her husband, while Kris and Jan sit down in the other couch.

“Hi Jan, I didn’t know you where here! And Kris, new haircut I see, it looks good”, says Kris’ dad.

“What did you want to tell us, schatje?” asks Kris’ mum. This is it. This is the right moment to tell them.

“Well. It’s something I’ve thought about for a while now. I found something out about myself a while ago. When I thought about I realized I’ve been feeling this way for a really long time without knowing why. But I know why I’ve felt it now. It's- it's about who I am”. Kris can’t capture his thoughts. He doesn’t know how to turn them in to words. But then Jan grabs his hand and squeezes it tightly, and it brings Kris’ down to earth.

“There’s something called being transgender. It’s when you don’t feel like you belong in the body of the gender you were born as. I’ve learnt a lot about it, and the more I learn the more I feel like it’s me. During the whole day yesterday, Jan referred to me as if I was a boy, and I really, really enjoyed it. It felt so right, like I was finally being referred to as the person I really am. What I’m trying to say is that it is me, I’m transgender, I’m a boy. It would make me so happy if you referred to me as one, calling me he and a boy and your son and stuff like that”. Kris doesn’t look up at his parents while he’s speaking, and neither does he let go of Jan’s hand. But the room is quiet, too quiet, soo he finally looks up at his parents. They’re smiling at him. They don’t seem to hate him.

“Is that- is that okay with you?” he asks, because he can’t be sure.

“Of course that’s okay with us, schatje. All we want is for you to be happy. We’ll support you no matter what, won’t we, Miha?”.

“We will. You’re our son, it’s our job to love you no matter what. But I’m guessing you don’t want your name to be Kristina anymore, is that right?”.

“Yeah, that’s right. I like Kris though, and almost everyone calls me that already”.

A while later, when Jan gets a text from his dad saying he’s leaving his friends house, Kris feels like a giant weight has been lifted from his shoulders. He follows Jan to the door and watches him put his shoes on. When he straightens up, he looks at Kris.

“I’m proud of you dude. You’re brave. I’ll text you sometime, have a nice summer”. Then he ruffles Kris’ hair, opens the door and leaves.

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hello! Me again I’m curious on how Sofie and Mercury met one another? I know I’m one of my other asks that you said the two’s relationship(while still in the works) is romantic and I’m curious as to how that came to be. Also that one little comic with Sofie thanking Mercury was adorable and the cat eye expression on mercury’s face made me laugh. I am also curious about Sofie’s standing in the au what does she do? Either way I might just have to come back with some coffee for Terra next ask lol I hope you’re doing well! Thank you

Short answer:

How Sofie and Mercury met:

After separating from the Stardroids, Mercury met Sofie (24) for the first time after her little sister Penelope (7) tried to save Mercury from a moving car. Both ended up getting saved by Sofie instead. Mercury returned the favor later by guiding a very lost and scared Penelope back to her big sister. 

Mercury and Sofie met several more times after that, completely by coincidence, and he eventually decides to stick around.

Sofie Miller:

Sofie is a supporting side character in the AU. She’s Minx’s long-time best friend and big sister figure. She works as a tailor with her mother in America, and helps raise her little sister, Penelope (7). Sofie is usually away from where most of the drama happens (Japan).   Long version below

How Sofie and Mercury met:

While I have yet to create a scene sketch for this, the conditions leading to Mercury and Sofie’s meeting is largely a result of Mercury separating from the other Stardroids, leaving him stranded on Earth. Why? Certain conditions in the story (avoiding spoilery infodump) lead him to believe his best course of action was independence–he wasn’t super close with them, anyway–even becoming an occasional threat to his former brothers in the future. Conflicting interests and whatnot.

Anyway! Mercury meets Sofie through her little sister, Penelope, several months after separating from the Stardroids. My (simplified) main thought of how this interaction would go is something along the lines of:

Mercury roams the NET and real world of the city Sofie lives in hunting Negative Energy Crystal (NEC) shards while keeping a low profile.

While traveling around the city in cat-form, he gets chased into the street by a dog. Penelope spots him and tries to grab him to stop him from being hit by a car, only for both Mercury and Penelope to get snatched out of the way at the last second by a very startled Sofie.

Mercury later returns Penelope’s good will by guiding her back to Sofie when she gets separated from her big sister. Penelope thanks “Mr. Jelly” (because he’s squishy for a cat) for helping her, and he leaves. 

Shenanigans ensue, and Mercury runs into Sofie several more times before deciding (for plot reasons) to stick around. Although that’s technically their “first” meeting–Sofie meets Mercury in his 'Stardroid' form later in the AU.

Additionally, The Stardroids, unlike most other Navis, are not bound to the NET in this AU, and can actually easily travel in and out of it as they wish.

Sofie Miller    

Sofie is Minx’s long-distance best friend and big sister figure, and has been for over a decade. Both girls met around 10, and Ra Moon helped them keep in contact after Minx moved away. 

Sofie is an incredibly hard working individual who had to grow up fast to help her mom run their family tailor shop and raise her little sister. As a result, she is very calm-minded, practical, and patient (she wouldn’t be able to stand Mercury otherwise). 

As far as what she does in the story: Sofie is a supporting side-character. Minx–who is more of a main character in this AU–highly values her input and follows her advice when appropriate. She and Minx are absolutely found family–Minx adores and idolizes her, and does whatever she can to help her out, like offering her contracts to collaborate with Minx for work*. Found family is a huge theme in this AU!

More specifically, she is very much Minx’s rock during the end of Arc 1 and beginning of Arc 2 (4 Arcs total so far) after Ra Moon is “destroyed” and the Stardroids appear. Although Sofie does not live where most of the action takes place (Japan), that does not prevent her from having a decent impact on the story–especially when Mercury shows up. To Sofie, Mercury is Minx on crack.

*(Minx works for IPC’s video game department, creating and selling custom style chips that mirror video game character clothing/accessories/weapons from IPC games. Sofie creates real-life models for some of these, which is used as a reference for the tech/chip team)

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Name: Malax Shard Nickname: Malla, Mal, Lax, Crystal Squid, Half-Breed, Miss Shard Age: 18 Gender: Female Birthday: June 20th Sexual Orientation: Bisexual Ethnicity: Chimera Sui Generis/Petrosapien Personality: Bold, Brave, Dutiful, Valiant, Stubborn, Leading, Honest, Playful, Respectful, Alert. Hobbies: Training, Flying in ships or using her hoverboard, Collecting and crafting weapons, Crafting out of marble, crystals or stone, Challenging others. Family: 

Tetrax Shard - (Father/Malax has high respect for her father, and wants to be a lot like him, being trained by him since she was young. She’s learnt a lot from him, both for fighting and general stuff about life. She is well aware of his history, and the things he has done, but she will always be her hero, and someone she deeply trusts.)

Myaxx - (Mother/They pair have a playful dynamic, often teasing one another or making snarky comments in a way they express their love. Similar to Tetrax, Myaxx wants to make sure her daughter doesn’t follow in the same path she once did when she was younger, and is proud of the person their daughter is becoming.)

Gluto - (Uncle Figure/Growing up, Gluto was Malax’s number one babysitter. He adored Malax, and was happy to take on an uncle role, no questions asked. He also gives the best hugs, according to Malax. He’s someone she goes to if she feels she can’t go to her parents for advice, or just needs a different form of love to seek comfort from. He’s also helped her learn how to drive many ships growing up.)

Friends: 

Jay Tennyson - (Friend/Teammate/While Malax may be the leader of their squad, she knows one day that Jay will take over, seeing the potential in the young boy. So she does what she can to help encourage him, teach him, and generally looks out for him. She knows very well that his kind heart and forgiving nature is something needed to make a great hero, even if people doubt this side of him. So she has a lot of faith in Jay, and listens to him when she can.)

Thea Tennyson - (Friend/Teammate/The two have a fun friendship, being the heavy hitters of the team, and taking no nonsense from anyone. They are playfully sarcastic with each other, and even jokingly ‘flirt’ and call each other babe as a running inside joke. However, Malax also doesn’t take any of Thea’s Crap, and is often the one who has to give her a hard talking to if she acts up on missions. She just wants Thea to be the best she can be.)

Rook Rilla - (Friend/Teammate/Malax respects her team’s medic, and understands who Rilla is as a person, and thus doesn’t take her dry demeanour towards them personally. However, Malax also isn’t above teasing her, and enjoys making Rilla fluster or get mildly frustrated for a good laugh. She trusts Rilla’s medical knowledge though, and will take what she says seriously, knowing Rilla isn’t one to joke about it.)

Becky Armstrong - (Friend/Rival/Being leaders on different teams, Becky and Malax have a natural, yet friendly rivalry. Doesn’t help that Malax is the only one out of the two groups that can tank a lot of Becky’s hits, and vice versa. They share a lot of leadership advice with one another, and know they can rely on each other when things get tough.)

Aurora Mann - (Friend/Malax can appreciate Aurora’s humour, and finds her set of abilities very impressive, and wants to make sure Aurora does understand this, even if they’re on different teams. So she doesn’t mind offering a compliment or word of advice from time to time.)

Channer Daniels - (Friend/In all honesty, Channer is quite something to Malax. She’s aware of how smart they are, and the power behind their tech powers. She trusts Channer enough to not do anything too dangerous, but has had to step in a couple time to stop Channer from blowing something up.)

Cyra Albright - (Friend/Seeing her as being similar to Jay, Malax understands that Cyra is the young, heart of the team, with a lot of her father’s kindness. Again, this is something that Malax hopes stays with her, knowing that a good heart is something any Plumber needs.)

Azmuth (Family Friend/Unfortunately for Azmuth, Malax, like many of the other kids, have been placed under his watch many times, especially since Myaxx is his assistant. So Malax grew up around Azmuth, and likes to treat him like family, often calling him “Gramps” Or “Old man”, knowing it annoys him. But she does accept a lot of wisdom from him, and has learnt some needed lessons from him.)

Sugilite - (Family Friend/In truth, Malax doesn’t see Sugilite too often, due to Tetrax’s relationship with his homeworld. But the times they do meet, Sugilite does take special interest in her, seeing her as a good sign for the future, and knowing she won’t repeat the same mistakes her parents made. Despite not knowing him that well, Malax can’t help but deeply trust him and his words, always being respectful around him.

Enemies: 

Eldrigma - (Enemies/Given that Eldrigma seems to be their first real big problem, Malax takes the whole situation with him seriously, instantly turning serious whenever he’s around or mentioned. It doesn’t help that her two alien sides seem to displease Eldrigma, for some reason. Truthfully, Malax is terrified that she might make a mistake, and get her team into trouble around this man, but knows they can’t ignore this problem and do nothing about it. But even she feels there is something more to this man then people let on.)

Vesper - (Enemies/While Malax feels awful for Vesper’s situation, she can’t find it in her to care when this lady keeps trying to kill her teammates. She may understand Vesper’s problem, but that doesn’t mean she won’t treat her like a criminal.) 

Alate - (Enemies/Hates Alate more than anything, given the kind of things he puts Jay through. She wants nothing more than to lock this bug away and send him to the darkest parts of the galaxy, and always feels uneasy around him.)

Sciros - (Enemies/Malax doesn’t like Sciros, but she is cautious around him. He may not be as loud or bold as most enemies they face, but he is still dangerous, especially in how he handles the young kids he’s taken in, forcing them to do a lot of their dirty work. He’s smart, clever, and ruthless, something Malax always notices.)

Representing Song: Heroes Of Today - Once Monsters Skills: Crystallokinesis. Laser/Light Refraction. Marksmanship. Hand-To-Combat. Weapons/Gadget Usage. Small Regeneration. Water/Land-Breathing. Hybrid Biology. Hoverboard/Spacecraft/General Vehicle Knowledge. Coiled Arms & Legs Tendrils. Weakness/Flaws/Fears: Can crack and shatter parts of her if impacted with enough force or exposed to strong sonic vibrations. Hot environments aren’t the best for her, as it dries her out. Light shining on her crystals can give away her hidden position. Due to her crystals, Malax can breathe under water, but is too heavy to swim, only able to walk along the bottom. Being the leader of her team does make her put them first before her own needs, and will be very hard on herself if any mission goes wrong. Admittedly, she can sometimes be subconscious about she represents with parents, and the people she comes from.