#but yea anyways i love planes

[silvaerial]

Heyy back again with yet another sentient plane oc! I have created them for a joint worldbuilding story I am doing with friends <3 With my love for sentient mech I couldn't not make another oc based on that concept :D

[cloudyskiiees]

started writing my world tour rewrite (with both alenoah and heatherra) just for fun bc it’s so very gay and self indulgent!!! not sure if i’ll post any of it unless i decide to make it a full fic but it’s likely i’ll post all my ideas later lolol

[simcardiac-arrested]

zavijava info PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE!!!!! PLEASEEEEE ZAVIJAVA COME HOME ... PLEASE .... umm um um ill tell you about umm . tma au im making for nastya if u tell me about her .PLEASE!!!!!!!

so she is definitely a star of some kind. i mean she is an angel but in that story in particular The Stars are kind of angels. like they’re otherworldly beings and they jus kinda hang out. cosmically. it’s a different dimension separated from the human one but like, obviously stars still exist for humans, they just don’t do anything crazy because the rules of the world dictate that their realities shouldn’t interact. angels can observe the other world from far up above yet they still exist on a different level. But tbh zavijava had never enjoyed the otherworldly ethereal whatever lifestyle—she just didn’t feel like she fit in there. she is a #1 humans fan though so she knows that’s where she’d fit in. so she does just that. she fits in perfectly :) and normally :) yay :)

[saemisic]

WHAT’S AFTER LIKE ?

𝓞𝙏𝙃𝙀𝙍𝙒𝙄𝙎𝙀 … ‘ new years with the enha boys ‘

𝓁𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴, 𝒸𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘢 & 𝒶𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 ⦂ bf! ot7 x gf! reader ── 𝔀arnings. est relationship, pet names, mentions of the jeju plane crash( my condolences to those who’s families were affected, my heart goes out to each victims family) , NOT proofread , almost getting burned? && fluff fluff and more fluff ❔

ㅤ♡ྀི / sae's thoughts: hai guys, HAPPY 2025 GUYS OMG, i cant believe we survived 2024 ?! anyways this is way longer than i ever intended but i hope you like, its my first time writing ot7 >:).

𝐋𝐄𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆.

The sweet aroma of spicy ramen filled your senses on the cool rooftop. The restaurant you guys went to with friends was lit up with exciting buzzing. The TV in the middle showing the Seoul center where a large crowd had gathered & a countdown, 1 minute left.

Laughter filled your ears as you turned back to your group of friends, heeseung among them.

"15...14...13...12..." people cheered loudly crowds gathering around the TV. You could spot heeseung nearby talking with one of his friends, smiling and laughing. As you tried to push your way through to him, you smelt alcohol, soju , bulgogi and more. Finally, reaching him right as you heard "10...9...8...7..." chants getting louder. Heeseung turned smiling at you as the crowd grew louder voices become harder and harder to distinguish.

"...6...5...4...3" was all you heard before his hot breathe kissed your neck , "right in time" you heard as the sparklers lit up the night. Suddenly you felt yourself being pulled into heeseung's warm body right as the firework went off. You felt his warm soft lips against yours as the loud crowds cheered and the night sky lit up. The kiss lingered, with a smile on both of your faces he sweetly mumbled "happy new year doll, i can't wait whats in store of us"

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐉𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠.

The soft music playing in the background of the restaurant you guys were sitting in. The gently clink of utensils against the fine China plates was all so high class. Yet it all didn't matter when the love of your life was sitting in front of you, scarfing down some pasta.

"Jay, slow down! this is fine dining, high class!" you scolded giggling.

He could only shake his head in response mouth full of pasta "hpmh babe you dont understand this is actually the best Italian cuisine in Seoul" he tried. You could the pops in the sky signaling that the start of celebration. Looking out the large window & seeing pink, yellow, green fireworks lighting up the city skyline. Down on the street people were crowding the tight alleyways with soju scent prevalent. When you turned back you were meet with his cat eyes mere inches away from your face.

Blushing pink, you quickly turned you head right to look at the diners. Before you had his hand gently pull your face back towards him.

" You know, having you by my side this year was the best thing?" he said softly staring at you. " before letting go and sitting back a smirk gracing his features. " don't do that, not in public" you muttered face bright red. Only humming in response as you two looked out enjoying the new beginnings.

𝐒𝐢𝐦 𝐉𝐚𝐞𝐲𝐮𝐧.

The cold grass tickled your legs as you layed gently on the blanket set out. On top the hill, a perfect place to watch the fireworks and enjoy some dinner. Along with you and Jake was Layla, running around the grass with her ball. You placed out all the food right as the fireworks began. The city shimmered with lights as you felt jake sit next to you close to conserve heat.

"this is perfect babe" he said the wind blowing softly.

Layla came bounding back panting with her ball in her mouth, slobbered up. "Gosh layla, look at you , is this how you want to end the year?" you laughed taking the ball from the puppy and throwing out into the field. "She really loves that ball huh" you commented as you passed the plate of food. ""yea she does" jake laughs, his expression softening as another pink firework lit up both your faces.

Plopping down on the blanket, the two of you just lay there in each others arms enjoying the magical night.

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐧.

The sparklers in your hand turned all kind of colors when lit by the lighter. The pink, green, red all colors to represent a new year. Sunghoon wasn't too far away a soft smile as he watched you and Yeji play around with the sparklers. The pinks, greens and yellows all lit up the dark alleyway.

"Be careful, Y/N! don't burn yourself!" sunghoon called worry not on his face as he stared at the sparklers.

"i will hoonie, come have one" you offered turning towards the man. You also looked at Yeji, she was a little quite naturally, being introverted ran in the family. "Mhmm im good thanks" sunghoon replied back coming towards you, his larger frame enveloping you.

"wait ! omg yeji , sunghoon we should totally take some photos" you squealed pulling out your digital camera. Gathering close you snapped a couple of group selfies before handing the camera to Sunghoon. "Okay hoon, make sure the angle is good" you demanded. One photo you managed was you and hoon making and heart and after the photos were definitely insta worthy.

𝐊𝐢𝐦 𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐨𝐨.

The TV lit up the cozy dark living room as you and Sunoo sat on the couch. All cozied up watching the new years celebrations. It was a quite new years for S. Korea after the devastating plane crash that took too many life’s. It was nice to see all the celebration around the world . Japan and Australia had some amazing firework shows, seeing the NYC ball drop was also a highlight of the night.

“ Wow, it really is amazing to see how these other countries celebrated the coming of 2025 isn’t it?” sunoo asked his arm around your shoulder.

“Yea, the fireworks have always been my favorite “ to replied a bit of hesitance showed. “I mean considering everything that 2024 brought I’m glad we still have each other” you said as you snuggled closer.

Quite nights like this were always the best, just the two of you enjoying the moment in the present. 2024 has been a hard year for everyone but you had each other so it was going to be okay.

𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐰𝐨𝐧.

Maeumi was running around going absolutely crazy. That was the way he was , as you guys were getting the food to the table. Jungwon and you had come to Jungwons grandma’s house to celebrate the new years, you and his family were there.

The food smelt absolutely mouth watering , you couldn’t wait to sit and eat . “ you drooling babe” jungwon as voice came into focus as you stared at the grilled meat. Pink tinted cheeks as you whipped your hear the other way, “stop no I wasn’t “ you said flustered busying your self with anything else.

“ you’re too cute , it’s okay we are about to eat anyways” he laughed.

Maeumi came in all hyper and with his toy hanging from his mouth. It was destroyed beyond recognition but he didn’t seem to care. Sharing a look you both laughed at the hyper dog going crazy with his toys and with all the activities around him.

𝐍𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐚 𝐑𝐢𝐤𝐢.

The large winter blankets was covering the both of you as you watched the celebrations. Ni-Ki had finally gotten the day off to spend with family but because his family was in Japan , he chose to spend it with you. The soft TV in the background as you go two held each other.

It’s been a rough year and you two had managed to survive the worst of it, showing that you were meant to be. “Ouh look babe, that firework is huge!” Ni-Ki exclaimed as he focused on the TV. “Wow, it’s so colorful too” you commented back seeing the fireworks show.

“Do you miss your family, would you rather spend time with them?” You suddenly blurted eyes distant. “What ?” The boy could only stare . A silence fell on the room before niki said “ I am with my family Y/N, you are a part of it” he said now sitting up.

“Okay then” you said focusing back on the screen before you tackled down in a fit of tickles. You shrieked “riki what the hell” you laughed as you tried fighting him off giggling as you were at his full mercy. your neighbors definitely didn’t enjoy two sqealing teenagers but oh well…

[icallhimjoey]

I can’t find the post where it said you were writing poppy and mark joe and also a ski fic — arguably those go so hand in hand, like that version of joe is so ski trip coded and reader being like of course you ski, of course you’re so good at it too🙄

babe, thanks for this! ive received a few ski fic requests after those vids dropped, but this one clicked all of it into place for me, so mwah, love you, you're a star <3 it helps to have read this beforehand! Wordcount: 3.7K

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Said It Without Saying It

This is supposed to be a fun trip. A couple of days away with your friends. Nice scenery. Good food, lovely drinks. Board games and laughter – the whole ordeal.

You’re not quite sure what’s fun about this.

It’s cold. Fucking freezing.

“You all right?” Joe asks over his shoulder, holding onto Poppy’s ski stick as you cross a flat plane of snow after getting off the chair lift.

“Yea.” You lie, following your little group as best you can.

You’re wrapped up in so many layers of clothing that even something as simple as walking is the most difficult thing you’ve ever done. It’s hard to see. Hard to hear. You can barely turn your head, scarf so tight around your neck, you feel like you can’t breathe properly. But you’d had no other choice but to tie it the way you did. The zipper of your coat had to be done all the way up if you didn’t want the snow to get in.

Snow is still getting in, though, for fuck’s sake.

And there’s absolutely zero give in ski boots. It’s all hard plastic, digging into your calves.

Mark had bent through his knees a little and had told you, “No, it’s nice. Look, you can sort of lean into them. Takes less effort to stand.”

You know what takes less effort to stand?

Sitting down.

Going to bed.

Having a nap.

Preferably somewhere warm. Out of this fucking snow.

Yet you can’t do any of those things, because you’re stood on the top of a mountain, looking down a dangerously steep slope, and it’s snowing. Fat flakes obscure your vision, making you blink and squint fiercely, frowning as you try to follow your friends right to the edge.

You see how Mark checks his phone, holding up your whole group, and you half wish that he would just keep moving so you don’t get more than a second to think about what you’re doing. The other half of you wishes that he’d stall for another hour. Or two.

With hunched shoulders, chin tucked into your coat, and eyes barely open, you wait. Joe uses the moment to slide himself in between your skis from the front, smiling as he taps the goggles on your helmet and says, “Put these on. It’s easier to see with them, even if the sun’s not out. Especially as the snow will feel like it’s going sideways when we go down.”

You doubt you will go down that fast.

God, this is supposed to be a fun trip, but so far, the fun you had envisioned the four of you to be having feels miles away. Nonexistent, almost. You kind of wish you had never left the country.

You’re inside of a fucking cloud, and you can’t feel your fingers. Not properly anyway. You’re holding two ski sticks and your hands are inside of two thick stiff skiing gloves, but Joe just said to put your goggles on, so you give it a good shot and try your best to move your goggles over your eyes. It’s tricky though, because you can’t get a good grip since you’re entirely unable to see or feel what you’re even grabbing at.

“Here,” you hear Joe laugh and feel how two bare hands, no gloves, move your goggles from your helmet to your face.

“There you go.” He says, smiling, giving them a little tap with his finger before he pushes both his hands into his gloves again.

You’re not sure if this is helping your vision at all, but at least it’s all a little less bright now.

“Is this what skiing is?” you ask warily. “Because I’m not sure if I’m made for this…” you’ve had skiing lessons, but it’s different when you’re up on an actual mountain without a person in a bright red coat to help you down safely, especially in bad weather like this.

You had never considered snow to be bad weather before, but this is… everything about this feels scary, and insane, and illegal. Like this should not be allowed. Why do people willingly take these idiotic risks in the name of fun and games?

“See you at the bottom!” Poppy shouts, and before you even register what she’s said, you see a bright pink snowsuit shoot down, followed by Mark who is just as fast.

It’s nice that they’re having fun.

Mark and Poppy are constantly laughing, cutting each other off, and clanging their ski sticks together. They’re bumping into each other for a cuddle as they wait for you and Joe, and never seem in too sour a mood for a mid-slope snow ball fight...

It’s a different experience from the one that you’re having, and you silently wonder if you should suggest for you to maybe take the chair lift back down again. For you to maybe go back to the cable cars that took up the mountain this morning. Meet everyone later, preferably somewhere warm. Out of this fucking snow.

“Of course you’re made for it.” Joe says, far too generous with his compliments. “You’re good at this. I’ve seen you ski, you know how to do this. You’re an expert.”

“Liar.”

“Come on,” Joe laughs. “I’ll carve out a path that you can follow.”

Which is a really sweet suggestion, but he’s got two much more flexible boots strapped to a snowboard, and snowboards tend to leave icy patches behind. You’ve not even quite mastered going down a perfectly prepped snowy slope, let alone a big plane of ice.

Your friends should count themselves lucky that you’re not panicking at the look of how steep every slope actually is. Even the blue runs.

Joe jumps a few times to move his snowboard from between your skis, hops and slides a bit as he waves his arms about to balance himself.

“Ready?” He bends to check his straps.

You’re not ready, but you’re glad that at least your legs aren’t strapped to a singular board. The restriction of movement is quite enough the way it is. You don’t need your feet bound together like that.

Positive thoughts.

Joe starts his ascend and, like he said he would, he leaves you an easy path to follow.

It’s only about three minutes later that you think maybe it would’ve been better if your legs wouldn’t have been able to move independently from one another.

You’re unsure how you’ve ended up where you are, but you do understand that you weren’t meant to speed up the way you had. Weren’t meant to have steered yourself in the direction you had. Weren’t meant to lean on one leg and raise the other off the ground for balance.

From down where Poppy, Mark and Joe are waiting, all they were able to make out was how you suddenly went too fast before you disappeared in a big cloud of snow by your own making.

Everything’s white.

And you’re in pain.

There’s shouting coming from somewhere on your left. Far away. Down, you think. It feels like that should be down, but you’re actually not sure.

There’s a blinding pain in your leg.

Sharp.

Something’s pulling. Like it’s twisted a way it shouldn’t. A way it can’t.

You’ve landed on your back, skis still attached to your boots somehow, and snow is falling directly into your face.

Fuck.

Your knee hurts.

You’re bowing your back to alleviate pain but, it’s not enough, and your breathing quickly becomes short and shallow to help you manage the pain you suddenly have to deal with.

Shit, shit, shit.

Somehow one glove’s come off entirely, and your wrist hurts from where the strap of one of your sticks yanked at your hand.

Fuck.

You vaguely hear your name, followed by a distant, “You okay?” as the snow you’ve kicked up settles around you along with all the flakes falling from the sky.

You don’t get the chance to answer. To shout back that, no, you’re not okay. Something’s wrong with your knee.

Next thing you know, a small avalanche covers your arm from a skier who stops to check on you, and they speak to you in what you think is German before they ask, “Are you okay?” in English with a heavy accent. They hold your glove out to you as they tower over you, something they likely must have picked up as they approached you.

Embarrassment overtakes you entirely as you don’t want attention from strangers, you’re just a clumsy cow, so you attempt to sit up.

“Yea, I think s–”

Oh no, fuck, fuck, shit.

It’s futile.

You’re bum rests on the back-ends of your skis, your knees up in the air, so sitting up is a job for your abs and your abs alone. You’re simply not strong enough.

Where the fuck are your arms?

Why aren’t they working to prop you up?

Your knee hurts.

Why are your boots still attached to your skis?

You need to get out of these skis.

You need to move.

“Don’t move!” Joe suddenly sounds a lot closer, and the swishing of waterproof fabric, of feet digging into the snow as he does his best to rush his way up the slope, sounds like music to your ears.

“Stay still! You’ve got to– stay still, you’ve–”

“My knee! It’s my knee, I need to–”

“Stay still!” Joe sounds more panicked than you do, and that alone is enough for you to listen and follow his orders.

You can’t see how your knee looks twice it’s width.

How your lower leg looks like it’s no longer connected to the rest of you.

It’s a harrowing sight that Joe doesn’t want you to see, so he repeats, “Stay still, stay still, stay still,” through quick breaths, and disappears from your vision just as quick as he had popped into it, falling down to his knees into the snow by your feet. You feel some pulling, followed by a build of pressure as two hands take a firm grasp of your calf.

Through your padded trousers, it feels like Joe’s not wearing any gloves.

There’s some talking between Joe and the stranger but you barely follow any of it.

All there is, is white wet snow, thick flakes that somehow look grey when you stare up at the sky like this.

All of a sudden, there’s your glove. Someone is holding it out to you, and you’re surprised to find yourself reaching for it. Your arms are fine. That’s good.

There is snow, and there is pain.

There is prickling behind your eyes from tears.

A throat that feels sore from the cold air you’re inhaling in quick pants.

The ski stick of the stranger gets used to unclip your boot from the ski, and the relief is instant.

There’s more distant shouting, and Joe barks back a loud, “No!” over his shoulder that makes you flinch.

Joe catches it, immediately apologises, because he doesn’t want you to move, and says, “Please don’t move. You can’t move, okay?”

“Is it bad?”

“I–... I don’t know.” Joe answers honestly.

“It’s bad, isn’t it?”

“I don – what?!” You feel Joe get up a little, coming into your vision just slightly as he looks down the slope. Someone shouts something you can’t really quite decipher, and then Joe answers, “It’s on the map! Check the map!”

The stranger tells Joe he’ll go down to help, and for a moment, it’s just you and Joe and snow and pain.

You can still barely see anything, the snow falling down is a wash of specks that seems to be picking up more and more and, then, suddenly, Mark is there.

“Mark,” you raise a hand in hopes of your best friend grabbing it, so happy to see him there.

“Hey– oh my God, that’s disloca–”

“Did you call?” Joe cuts him off, voice stern enough to shut him up instantly.

“Poppy’s ringing them. I couldn’t get any signal. Hey,” Mark drops down to his knees in the snow next to you, just like Joe did before, but he doesn’t leave your vision. “Do you even know what happened?” You see how he immediately uses his mouth to remove a glove before he moves his own ski goggles from his face, revealing a pair of worry-filled eyes.

You wish he’d put them back on.

You’re glad your eyes are covered, still, because it means that the tears you’re silently blinking from your eyes go unnoticed.

“How did you even do that? Are you okay? Does it hurt?”

Too many questions at once.

You can’t answer any of them.

“Mark,” Joe catches his attention, tells him to use your skis to make a stand-up cross in the snow a few steps up the slope to prevent any other accidents with oncoming skiers. “I don’t know how quick they can be here.”

“Who?” you ask, voice suddenly so very small. Your throat feels tight. Maybe the tears don’t go quite as unnoticed as you thought.

You shift slightly, and, fuck. Your knee really fucking hurts.

Did Mark say dislocated?

“Careful,” Joe says when he hears you hiss, and you hate how you can’t see him. “Don’t want you to move. Is your jacket riding up your back? Do you feel any snow getting in?”

“N-no, I’m– I–” you can’t get through your words and take a shuddering breath instead. If anyone knows what you sound like when you’re about to burst into sobs, it’s Mark.

“I’m here, I’m here. Shh, hey. It’s fine, I’m here.” Mark’s back at your side, and it’s becoming more and more difficult to keep your sobs inside.

You don’t want Mark.

“Joe?” you ask with a shaky voice as one arm reached for him, and it’s a good thing that you miss how Mark’s face drops a little. How his head turns to Joe who’s still holding your leg. For a short moment, the two men look at each other, both unsure of how to react to that.

“They’re on their way!” Poppy suddenly shouts, and all three of you turn your heads to see a pink vision of a person enter on your right, making your group complete.

“Took me a second to figure out where we were, but they’re coming.” She turns to you. “Babe. That looked sick.”

“Pop,” Mark warns.

“What? It did.”

This was meant to be fun.

Your arm is still reaching for Joe, and with Poppy there now, Mark decides that he can take over his job of holding your leg in place.

“Here,” you hear Mark say by your feet, “Get your gloves back on, mate.” And with some new touches to your painful leg, you understand Mark and Joe have switched places. Joe moves Poppy out of the way and kneels down next to you, hovering over you, close to your face, finally in your line of vision.

“Do you want the good or the bad news?” Joe smiles down at you, sounding impossibly sweet. You understand it’s to keep you from panicking.

His nose is red from the cold, and somehow focussing on that works like a lifeline.

“Neither.” You’re not sure how wobbly your lips are – if they are even able to wobble at all in these low temperatures.

“Okay. Can you answer some questions instead?”

Joe asks where you can feel pain. If your head is okay. If your back feels fine. If you know why you suddenly started speeding up so fast. If you still think Poppy’s pink outfit is fucking ugly, which gets a loud laugh from Mark, and an offended “Hey!” from Poppy.

Joe also asks if you’re crying when he notices how you’re doing your very best to control your breathing. Says, “Oh, poppet!” through a sigh when you try to shake your head no, obviously lying. For comfort, he links his arm through yours, because holding hands is impossible when wearing these gloves, and he leans down to press his cold lips to yours.

They still feel warm.

“You’ll be okay. I promise.” Joe comforts. “They’re going to take you down safely, and we’ll be having some hot chocolate before you know it, all right?”

“J-Joe,” you stammer, but before anyone can say anything else, Poppy suddenly says, “I can hear them!”

The arrival of the mountain rescue team is meant to relax you, you’re sure. Help is here. Things will get better now.

Except, it kind of does the opposite.

It’s scary to let yourself be manhandled by people you don’t know. You listen to two men talk to each other in a language you don’t understand as they prepare to lift you onto a sled attached to a snowmobile. Mark gets moved aside, away from your leg, and you hold onto Joe even tighter as your leg slowly gets straightened.

You get told to relax, and you wish you knew how.

They’re moving what hurts.

Shit.

You’re freezing.

Fucking terrified.

Fuck, fuck, shit, shit shit shit.

Suddenly, an extremely painful snap makes you scream involuntarily, and you feel how Joe squeezes you impossibly tight as you burst into actual sobs now.

“Oh, Jesus,” Poppy comments, turning around to look away as she has a hard time pretending that any of that was easy to witness. Mark’s got an arm around her in an instant, doing his best to comfort her as well as you when he cheerfully shouts, “It popped into place! That’s good, that’s so good. It’s back in place. Trust me, that’s good.”

You don’t care if it’s good.

That fucking hurt, and the pain you’re left with now is somehow worse than before.

All you want to do is cry.

Preferably somewhere warm.

Out of this fucking snow.

Instead you’re left to cry in said fucking snow as two men lift you onto a sled before they strap you in, preparing you for the ascend. It’s only then that you realise that Joe won’t be coming with them.

With you.

“Joe,” you croak, and are immediately scared that you’ll be taken away too fast. “Joe! Joe!”

Poppy turns a curious eye to Mark, and she knows this isn’t the time, but she takes mental note to ask him how he feels about that later. About how you’re calling out for her best friend, rather than yours.

“I’m here, I’m here.” Joe coos, back on his knees again, close by your side. “They’re going to take you down to the cable cars we used this morning, all right? The three of us are going to find our gear and get our asses down as quick as possible to meet you there, okay?”

Their gear. Their snowed over skis and snowboard, he means.

How the fuck are they ever going to find those? Heavy snow has been falling this whole time.

They’re going to leave you on your own.

“Hey, hey. Shh. Don’t worry, we’ll be faster than you–”

“Joe, I–”

“We can take a few reds and blacks, and will be waiting for you there, all right? It’ll be fine. You’re okay. Don’t worry, it’ll all be fine.”

Joe leans down and kisses you again, warming your mouth with his once more as you silently cry.

“Joe, I–...” you falter, scared to say what you’re thinking, but the words are right there, and you’re scared, and in pain, and you’re cold, and you want Joe to come with you.

“I–...” you give it another shot, and see how Joe’s eyes suddenly double in size.

“Don’t you dare!” he begins. “Don’t you dare fucking say it right now! Not here. This can’t be–” he stops to laugh, and you can’t help the wet laugh that escapes you in return. “This cannot be the first time you say it, all right? Please save it for later. For when we’re inside and you’ve had your leg looked at by a doctor.”

“B-but,” you’re choking back tears as the snowmobile starts its engine, the two men now sat atop and ready to transport its precious cargo down a steep mountain. “I do.” you finish, just because you want him to know.

“I do.”

You said it without saying it.

It’s not exactly the same, it doesn’t really count, but Joe will take it.

“I know, me too.” Joe replies fondly as he knits his eyebrows together and leans down for one last kiss. He hates that he has to leave you, even if it’s for a short moment. “Me too.”

He’ll kick himself for weeks, months, for suggesting a skiing trip.

This was supposed to be a fun trip.

It still could be, Joe thinks.

You’ll likely not get back onto another set of skis very soon, but that doesn’t mean the trip’s ruined.

You’d almost said it.

Fucking silly.

He had been waiting around for you to find the perfect moment to say those three words aloud to him, just so he could say them back, and you were going to say them now?

Here?

Not a chance.

Not acceptable.

Maybe later, in the hotel bed, when you’re warm under the covers and safe in his arms. You’re allowed to say it then, and he’ll say the words back before yours have even left your mouth properly.

This was supposed to be a fun trip.

It still is.

Joe’ll make sure of it, he thinks, as he straps his board back onto his boots and doesn’t wait for Poppy and Mark.

“I do.” you’d said.

Asked for him instead of Mark.

“Me too.” he’d answered.

You said it without saying it and now, all Joe wants to do is hold you close and kiss your eyelids. He wants to kiss you on the eyes so fucking bad.

Preferably somewhere warm.

Out of this fucking snow.

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[ilwonuu]

𝗉𝗎𝗌𝗌𝗒𝖽𝗋𝗎𝗇𝗄！𝗌𝖾𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗆𝗂𝗇

❀ 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀－𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖺𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉， 𝗇𝗈𝗇𝗂𝖽𝗈𝗅！ 𝗌𝖾𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗆𝗂𝗇 𝗑 𝖿𝖾𝗆！𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋，𝖽𝗈𝗆！𝗌𝖾𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗆𝗂𝗇 𝗑 𝗌𝗎𝖻！𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋， 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍𝖽𝗈𝗆！ 𝗌𝖾𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗆𝗂𝗇 𝗑 𝗌𝗎𝖻！𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

❀ 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌－ 𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗉𝗅𝗈𝗍， 𝗆𝗎𝗅𝗍𝗂𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗑 𝗌𝖼𝖾𝗇𝖾𝗌， 𝗌𝖾𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗆𝗂𝗇 𝗂𝗌 𝖺 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖺 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗇， 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝖾'𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗌<𝟥 𝗎𝗇𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗍𝖾𝖼𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝖾𝗑 （𝗉𝗅𝗌 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 ！！！） ， 𝗈𝗋𝖺𝗅 𝗌𝖾𝗑（𝖿 𝗋𝖾𝖼） ， 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽𝗒 𝗌𝖾𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗆𝗂𝗇 （𝗁𝖾 𝖺 𝖿𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾？？？？？） ， 𝗉𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗌𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗄， 𝖽𝖾𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗄 （𝖼𝗋𝖺𝗓𝗒 𝗂 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐） 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗆𝗎𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 （𝖿 𝗋𝖾𝖼 ＆ 𝗆 𝗋𝖾𝖼） ， 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 （ 𝖿 𝗋𝖾𝖼）， 𝖼𝗎𝗆 𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀， 𝗉𝖾𝗍 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗌 （𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗒， 𝗌𝗅𝗎𝗍， 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍） （𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗇𝗂𝖾 ， 𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗒） 𝗅𝗆𝗄 𝗂𝖿 𝗂 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖿！！！

❀ 𝖺／𝗇－ 𝗁𝗂𝗂𝗂𝗂，，， 𝗂𝗆 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖿𝗎𝗇 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗌𝖾． 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝖽𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗆𝖾 𝖿𝗋 （𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗈𝖿𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗅𝗆𝖿𝖺𝗈）

✽ pussydrunk!seungmin who had been going crazy over you constantly while you were away. he would beg you to come hone from work simply so he could fuck you. he insists you’re just so pretty. he sends you texts messages begging you to come home from work. he knew you couldn’t but he decided to tease you anyways. sending you a video of him jerking off moaning your name.

you opened the video at work. you had to make up a dumb excuse to go home. when you got home seungmin was actually all innocent but as soon as you kiss him. he begs for more and you don’t know how he’s ready your mind. he fucks you in any position he wants all over the house just because you two want to.

he mumbles how much he loves your cunt making you blush. seungmin knew he was so in love with you. you had a chokehold on him. he wasn’t afraid to admit how much he wants you. and he made sure it was known. “who’s does this pussy belong to slut? me- yea.” “such a pretty thing getting fucked.” your mouth hung open wide when he got like this.

“mmf- fuck i’m gonna cum-“ his voice switched more whiney when he got closer.”m-minnie please.” you begging for him to cum and that took over his mind. he was all over you<3

✽ pussydrunk!seungmin who eats you out while you are lounging around the house. you love it so much and he loves when you play video games especially. he wants you to focus on your game. he knows you won’t be able to. that only makes him eat you out harder until you abandon your game entirely. you knew that was his plane to begin with.

he was so needy and you can’t help but to start being just as needy. you loved him so much and he always wanted to be in between your legs. seungmin ate you out like a starved man. he had spread your legs so wide you were squirming in his arms. he was leaving dirty words ever now and then.

“you taste so good. you’re so wet. like a slut huh baby?” ”he smirks up at you. he kept your legs open as you grinded against his face. he was so content right there. staying between your legs for hours if you let him.

he just pulls more and more orgasms out of you. he made sure you were beyond satisfied because if you got off he got off. and he was not kidding,,

“can i get you to come for me huh baby? i’m so close- i know you are too.” he replaced his mouth with his fingers as he talked. he got you cum as many times as you wanted on his tongue. insisting on how good you taste.

✽ pussydrunk!seungmin who has taken advantage of the fact that you love his fingers. he had started saying things as a joke but he realized how red it made you.

“let me fuck you with my fingers baby. wanna kiss you too.” your boyfriend pulled you in his lap as grabbed you by your neck so gently. pulling you into a sloppy kiss as he moaned into the kiss.

you were so wet at this point you didn’t even care about anything else you just wanted his hands on you as much as he wanted to touch you. he still hadn’t taken any clothes off you and it had you pouting at him.

“shhh i know what to do sweet girl.” he rubs you gently through your shorts as he kisses you. you are grinding down hard against his hand. he moves the shorts and panties to side with a peck to your neck. you gasp at the cold hitting your body. seungmin instantly was rubbing against your bare cunt with his fingers.

he rubs at your clit slowly as he kisses your body all over. you look down and see two of his fingers entering you. you grab his hand to push it away but you don’t really want to move it you just love when seungmin grip gets tighter.

“no no- you can’t take it baby?” he coos at you but you help him fuck you better as you start to hump against his fingers to meet his thrusts.

“sweetheart you’re doing so well. god i need a taste though baby.” he pulls his fingers from you to suck on them. he doesn’t care how much he does this. you taste so good every time

[kamii-2]

i’m so glad ur back!! can you write something where paige comforts anxious reader

hi anon, thank you so much and i hope you enjoy this blurb!!

warning(s): anxiety, cussing

genre: fluff, angst (?)

pairing(s): paige bueckers x anxious!reader

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you were deathly afraid of airplanes and you had to go on one for your vacation with paige and you were rethinking everything. you were super scared to go on the plane for a lot of reasons, but the main one was ‘what if the plane crashes’ and you didn’t know how to make the thought stop as you two sat together waiting for them to call your flight. “paige i’m super nervous.” you admitted for the 46th time, “it’ll be okay, nothing will happen.” she reassured while rubbing your hand with her thumb. you looked up at her with a smile, you were still nervous but it was slowly fading away.

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as you guys boarded the plane you were shaking and clearly nervous, paige was holding your hand tight and squeezed it every few seconds to show that you’d be okay. as you guys were seated you were still scared and paige’s reassurance wasn’t working too well at the moment. “y/n, it’ll be okay. nothing will happen to the plane i swear, if something does happen we will be okay.” paige reassured while rubbing your hand with her thumb. you were silent but clearly scared and hearing paige reassure you over and over again made you less scared but you still were. “y/n focus on your phone or something and you’ll calm down and be okay.” she told you as you did what she told you to.

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“see i told you it isn’t that bad.” paige smiled as you two walked to the rental car waiting outside of the airport. “shut up, those videos about plane crashes used to pop up all the time when i was younger and it made me terrified of planes.” you admitted while laughing. “well atleast now you know it’s not that bad.” she laughed as you two got in the rental, “yea but i’m still a little scared of them.” you told her as you put on your seatbelt.

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i so sorry this took so long to get out but i still hope you liked it, anyway have a good day/night, love you 💋💋

[mariposa-writes]

Good Sleep - LaMelo Ball

Summary: hate writing these, so just read and find out.

A/N: This man is the love of my life (and his brothers).

It was hard, dating an NBA player. Not that it was Melo's fault. He tried to make things as easy as possible. He called whenever he could, making sure to at least check in on me once a day.

It wasn't like I made things any easier. I took a lot of pride in my job and it felt like a lot of the time when he was home, I was busy working.

Which is what I am currently doing. Its around midnight, when I hear the garage open, I know it's Melo. His team was supposed to get back earlier tonight, but their flight got delayed due to weather.

After a few minutes he enters our room. I moved in with him a 6 months ago, since I practically lived there full time anyways. We both also thought it would be a good way to spend more time together.

"Hey, babe." He says walking over to me and giving me a quick kiss on the lips. He heads into our bathroom, getting ready to shower. He hates how he feels after plane rides, always complaining about being dirty. "What are you working on?" He calls from the bathroom.

"Just work stuff." I respond, not having the time to explain. I have to have these reports ready by Monday. I'm a CFO for a major clothing company in the US. We are currently working on expanding to European countries.

Melo showers while I work and before I know it he's climbing into bed. "Babe," He whines, "when are you going to bed?"

"I don't know, soon." I answer, dismissively. He frowns, looking up at me from where he's laying.

"You work to hard. Your not even 22 and your the CFO for a major company. I worry you're gonna work yourself to death." Melo's always hated how hard I work. We've been dating since we were both 19.

I was getting ready to graduate college, when he was getting drafted into the NBA. Being born a genius helped me fast track my schooling and career.

I started interning with the company I currently work at when I was 17, the summer after my junior year. I started working with them when they were just a start up, but in the past four years they have rapidly grown and I've been a part of the process the whole way.

This company is like my baby and I'm the one that has to track everything to make sure we are achieving our goals. I never intended on working here this long, but I love the people I work with (the pay isn't bad either).

They promoted me to CFO when their old one left to work for a bigger company. What an idiot, they didn't have believe in the company and soon ours will be bigger than the one they are working for.

Three hours later and I'm still working, Melo's passed out. After he fell asleep I headed to the office he set up for me, not wanting to wake him.

I have a blanket wrapped around me, with my headphones in and a cup of hot chocolate sitting on the desk. Once I get this done, I'll be on Monday and present to our investors I will be on vacation for the next 9 days.

I haven't told Melo yet, wanting to surprise him since our schedules rarely line up.

I look up from my computer, when I see the hallway light turn on. I take my headphones out, knowing it's Melo. He walks into my office, frowning. "Babe, go to bed." He groans.

"Ok, just give me a few minutes."

"Nope, you always say that and then a few minutes turn into another hour or two and then you're only getting like 2 hours of sleep before you head into the office." He walks over and shuts my laptop, before pulling me out of the chair.

I whine and protest the whole way back to our bed, but he doesn't seem to care. He makes me lay down and tucks me in like I'm a little kid, before climbing in bed next to me.

Once he's in bed his, arm wraps around my waist as he pulls me closer resting his head on my stomach. "Finally, I can sleep now."

"You've been asleep this whole time." I argue.

"Yea, but now I'll get good sleep. I only get good sleep when you're with me." I smile, even though he can't see me. I continue playing with his hair, before we both drift of to sleep in each other's arms.

[loumandaniel]

I have always wondered what was the surprise Louis and Armand were talking about. I once thought it might be some prized possession like painting or something ( daniel completing a puzzle of a painting in the beginning) but your answer to the other anon about the interview was always going to end in Daniel's turning made me go 👀 and it makes me wonder what history armand and louis might have had with daniel. Though like this begs the question why didn't Armand want Daniel to come to Dubai at all then. And of course he wanted to put Daniel back onto a plane out of Dubai which Louis interpreted as Armand saying he wants to kill Daniel and going "NO!!" Lol. Also um...tbh I would like the interview to be what it is in itself you know? That is Louis's urge to reconcile with his own past and not really a way to bring in a third. And also Louis even till that point couldn't see vampirism as a gift ( throwing up Madeline's blood etc) and Armand says turning a person repulses him...

oh i agree the interview was louis’ reconciliation. but mm the interview was never just an interview. jacob himself said that louis' knows something is wrong and that inviting daniel to dubai had an ulterior motive. louis' trapped in claudia's death and punishing himself daily for it. he wanted daniel to help unravel it all, which daniel does. "why didn't Armand want Daniel to come to Dubai at all then" <- armand tells daniel it's dangerous for louis (he's unfortunately right). also, the last thing armand would want is an investigative journalist picking open his lies. armand has everything to lose here. anyway, my theory is that turning daniel was a concept louis floated until somewhere along the way, armand possibly agreed. armand says "repulsed" before correcting to present tense and then makes his first fledging the very next day. i'm not saying all this because you have to believe the theory that i do! like yea, could have just been a nice dinner and gift, likely a threesome, but "And also Louis even till that point couldn't see vampirism as a gift ( throwing up Madeline's blood etc)" madeleine was 70+ years ago and louis point-blank offers the gift to daniel in s1e6. remember in the very first episode that louis believes daniel is "worthy" of this story now. louis loves family and community, but he's completely severed from that in dubai. it would make sense he'd entertain building a family again, to feel something again. i don't think he had any reservations about turning daniel; daniel is his boy. see a problem louis has is that he keeps making the same exact mistakes. claudia and daniel are given a good number of parallels for that reason. welcome to the ldpdl ouroboros, daniel molloy.

[xo-lesserafim]

FALLING FOR YOUR SMILE AND EYES

EPISODE 1. XO

a/n I am so excited to have the first chapter come out! Please enjoy! I am also going to update this later, but I’m too lazy atm.

bold: korean

italics: over the phone

both: korean and over the phone

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“Kitty, I can’t believe we’re going to K.I.S.S.!” I exclaimed.

“I know, same! Plus We get to learn about our heritage from our Mom’s side and I get to see Dae!”

Ever since we went to South Korea for spring break, Kitty met her boyfriend Dae, and sometimes never shuts up about it.

To convince our parents we made a presentation on why we should go to K.I.S.S and… they said yes!

We packed up and went to the airport.

As we wait in the airport, We were waiting for our flight as this person bumped into me. “Excuse me!” I said.

But I noticed that he had a badge or some sort that said “K.I.S.S.” “Do you go to K.I.S.S? Me and my sister are going to K.I.S.S.” I said proudly.

“ No english” he said. “I can speak Korean,but I didn’t want to deal with him, plus I don’t even know if he can even speak Korean” I thought.

But it was time to get on our plane.

It was a lot of hours later, but we finally made it to Seoul! We were very lost, but Thank God I knew Korean or we would have been lost.

“Where are we even going?” Kitty asked.

“Kitty, The exit is here. Let’s go” I said. I

f We didn’t see the bus, we probably would never make it to K.I.S.S.

We ran and got into the bus and waited for it to go to K.I.S.S.

As we got to KISS we went to get our papers.

“Hello, Welcome to KISS. You name?” The lady said.

“Andrea Song Covey.” I said.

“ Will you be living in the dorms?” “Yes .” I replied As she gave me forms to fill out.

“ Thank you!” I said. I went to the side and waited for Kitty as the same thing happened to her.

Kitty and I were sitting around filling forms.

Since I had my mother’s photo album, I heard someone say Jina!

As I talked with her and it seems like she never knew mom.

“I went to go talk with her but, she acted like she never knew mom” I told kitty.

“Anyways we should get to our dorm.”

As Kitty opened that door, “Hello? Anyone in here?” I said.

We heard no one so we looked around.

We saw that one room was full so we went to the other room.

We put our stuff down but there wasn’t enough beds.

“Kitty, can we share a bed? There isn’t enough beds.”

“Andrea, we are sisters, and of course we can share.”

As soon as we got down, we layed on bed, but Kitty’s phone started ringing.

“Hey dad!” We said.

“ Hey kitten and pup. Everything going okay? You all settles in your guys room?”

“ Yea, but we have no idea where our roommates are, but their stuff is here.” I said.

“ I’m sure they’ll love you guys.” Dad said.

“ Also dad, I think I met someone from Mom’s photo album today! But she acted like she didn’t remember who Mom was.” I said.

“Well, it was a long time ago pup.” Dad replied.

“ Yea, I guess.” I said back.

“ I just can’t believe that we are going to be meeting other people who knew Mom.” Kitty said.

“ Well, think about it. You’ll be walking on the same paths to class that she did, studying in the same library. Who knows, you might even be in the very same dorm room she was in right now.” Dad said.

“ I just got chills.” Kitty and I said at the same time.

“Oh jinxed.” I said and giggled.

“Ah, thats probably cause you’ll see Dae soon Kitty.”

“Ha-ha. True. I do have butterflies right now. I’m gonna see him in approximately 184 minutes at the welcoming party.”

“ Well have a great time and remember-“ Dad said.

“We are not having another talk about contraceptives with you Dad.” I said.

“Dae and I haven’t even kissed. Yet” Kitty said. “ I was gonna say, remember, the. only way to get over jet lag is to stay awake as long as possible.” Dad said.

“ Yes staying awake. Got it” I said. “ I love you guys.”Dad said.

“ Love you too.” We said.

But as soon the call ended. We drifted to sleep.

“KITTY AWAKE UP!” I scream. Dae texted you.

“OMG DAE” she yelled.

“ Go get ready!” I said.

“I have my hair and outfit done already, just gotta do makeup now.”

I was wearing a spaghetti strap dress in light blue and pearls. 

With light blue highs and a blue bow in my hair.

“Come on Drea! Let’s go to the welcoming party!” Kitty said.

“ Woah, this is definitely not the Adler High Spring Dance.” I told Kitty.

As we were walking around, I bumped into this person.

“Oh, my gosh! I am so sorry.” I said.

“ Gosh. Watch where you’re going!” The man exclaimed.

“So you do speak English” I said. “ Well guess what?” I said. “I can also speak Korean.”

“ Busted.” The other man near him said.

“Welcome to Kiss.” The first man said.

“You mean kiss my ass?” I replied.

“ Woah don’t be a feisty puppy.” The guy said.

“Don’t feel bad. He loves to pull this move on people. He did it to me first time we meet.” The other man said.

As the other man bumped into the guy I bumped “Gosh damn it Q, this is bespoke.”

“Shut up about clothes. Look at out boy.” Q said.

“ Where did Dae get that suit?” The other guy said.

“Yo, Dae” Q yelled.

As Dae was walking in, I could see that Kitty was happy.

As soon as they had eye contact, they ran to each-other and hugged.

“ Are you so surprised to see me?” Kitty asks.

“ Are kidding me? You’re blowing my mind right now. What are you doing here?” Dae said happily.

“ Me and Andrea transferred to KISS.” Kitty said, “We got a scholarship snd everything. We get to spend the entire year together.” And they hugged again.

“ And know, we kiss.” She said.

“Uh, wait, Kitty I need to tell you something.” Dae said.

“ Kitty? Is this who you were talking about?” My name is Yuri.” She says.

I could tell something bad was about to happen.

“ You look amazing. This is Dae.” Yuri says.

“Oh, okay.” Kitty asked.

“Yeah, my boyfriend.” Yuri said.

“Excuse me” Kitty said running off.

“Kitty!” I said running off to find Kitty.

“ Sorry, this can’t be happening” Kitty said.

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[brainwashfalls]

Questions about the ties

Is the shipping cost set correctly? Cuz Im Loving the ties but wasn't planing to get them cuz usually shipping any fandom merchandise to poland is just. So fucking expensive and most stuff is from USA. But I decided to check what's the shipping cost is anyways.

6 dollars.

Thats... That's fucking cheap! Where will they be shipped from?

So yea came to ask if the shipping cost is correct. Cuz as it stand currenlty it's very tempting for me to get one but would prefer to not have an ugly surprise that Actually you need to pay more or something.

Also I guess what is the preorder status? Any ties coming close to 50?

Also what's the quality like? Maybe it's a bit silly to ask the seller about that kind of stuff but Oh well theres nobody else to ask, is there xd

also also if it fails and no ties will be ordered then the money will be returned i assume? Just want to make sure.

(do you have any more photos of the ties? especially how they look with a whole outfit. They are just so pretty I cant)

I have anything set outside the US at 6 rn cause if I can get to the 50 mark I honestly don’t mind payin out of pocket since I’d have enough anyways and cause I’m not calculating price for like. Every country and there’s no one-and-some catch all that will get everything lol (I could change it to 7$ of it would make you feel better LOL)

Currently I have have about not even 10 orders total though together that makes about 12 ties, so not great on that but I’m seeing how order look before setting an end date. (Dave is chugging along though, I expected that.)

I think they ties look great!!! I say they’re great quality!!! My dad says they’re good, says his fancy ties are better but I can’t tell the difference lol they feel nice, they have the cool inner lining stuff patterning with the symbol (I dunno what the inside of a tie is called lol) and o think they are great ties :3

If we fail to get 50 of at least any one tie I will still be ordering them because I was going to need to order more anyways on the off chance any were messed up so I can make sure everyone gets a good tie. And then I can have some in stock as well for anyone to order at any time or to sell at conventions.

I don’t have any more pictures yet cause I haven’t been wearing any outfits they would work well with lol and taking quality pictures of one’s self is difficult lol but I intend to have some soon!! (I could also take more pictures of them like. In my hands n stuff if ya want lol) but I fully intend to have more photos over the course of the preorder period and for the SAHcon showcase.

[linnielovesellie]

winter romance part 1

warnings: cussing? i think that’s all idk reader is bi? (she flirts w a guy and isn’t very sure of her sexuality yet!)

random: i’ve never done one of these before so be nice probably a bunch of grammar and spelling errors sorry!*also this part is mainly background explaining stuff*

your in college living your life it’s almost winter break and you can’t help to be excited but all of a sudden you get the worst news of your life..well according to you.

SORRY FOR ANY ERRORS!! anyway..!!

you decide to post about it..your bestfriend lena immediately comments on it and then texts you.

*one notification*

lena: your going to jackson?! since when!

“trust me not by choice i’m leaving in a few days probably”

you immediately respond with

*buzz buzz*

lena: but what about all our fun winter plans?! this sucks y/n.

“i know im sorry but we still have a few days..let’s hang while we can linnie”

lena: oh don’t “linnie” me i’m so bummed but you’re right let’s hang soon with the whole group!!

linnie is a nickname you gave your bestfriend lena when in class the teacher couldn’t pronounce her name and you both found it extremely funny and silly and you’ve randomly called her that ever since

you post on your spam account some pictures of you and your friends hang out already missing them.. the next day you hit the road your already going to the airport your a bit nervous you haven’t seen your dad in so long your lost in thoughts until..

*buzz buzz*

ethan winston commented: miss you already pretty lady

you immediately groan at the notification you and ethan had been flirty for a bit but you both always never took it too seriously plus you weren’t sure if you even really did like him or if you just thought he was cute either way you both didn’t wanna ruin the friend group by causing unnecessary drama by dating. your thoughts break as your mom speaks.

“y/n i want you on your best behavior when your at your dads okay?”

“yea..okay i don’t even understand why i have to go?”

“look i know it’s never been easy for you ever since me and you dad split honey..but your father is finally ready to reconnect with you and i’ve told him that door has always been open for him.”

“he never tried to connect with me when i was younger.” you say your voice laced with attitude

“y/n.” your mom says sternly before her voice softens.

“your dad was busy when you were little always working on his business sweetie he loves you and now that he’s all settled down in jackson he’s ready for you to see his life okay?”

you just hum and nod at her not wanting to continue this conversation. you knew the real reason why he wanted you over there just so he could please your mom and make her happy and make her think he’s changed when in reality he hasn’t you’ve always known he misses your mom but his pride holds him back plus your mom definitely doesn’t miss him after he never payed attention to her for years and only focused on his work. all he cared about was money and growing his business but now your getting of the car saying your goodbyes to your mom dragging your suitcases into the airport.

*buzz buzz*

your phone buzzes as you sit down and wait for your plane to arrive.

new messages from: lena, kenna, bre.

*are we there yet?*

a gc made which your 3 best friends made on a long car ride which taking forever and your friends brother mark was driving and you all couldn’t talk out loud since your friends brother would hear the conversation which none of you wanted.. since the conversation was very silly and private you all were bored out of your minds hence the gc name no one has bothered to change it since then.

bre:“day 1 without y/n i feel myself going blind”

lena: literally i miss her so much RIP Y/N!

i’m literally right here?

you text.

kenna: it’s like she’s still here..

you can’t help but let out a small giggle at that..you and your friends text until it’s time to board the plane..it takes some long hours until your finally off the plane. once your off and go get your bags outside waiting for you is your dad claiming he couldn’t go inside since it was “too confusing” as if he hasn’t been to millions of businesses meeting that involved him traveling.

“no it’s okay dad i don’t mind..” you say to his excuse on why he didn’t meet you but still you give him a warm smile.

“alright then let’s go you’ll love it sweetie.”

your dad wasn’t a bad person..he’s just money obsessed which confused you since he lived in jackson. as your dad described it jackson was a warm nice town where most everyone knew eachother. your dad had loved working in nyc he loved the business in jackson he was a boss of a important business there.. you really didn’t know much you just knew he was the boss around there.

your looking out the window appreciating the view it was very pretty it was late night and you were exhausted after tour 7 hour flight you decided to text your mom.

“hey with dad now. miss you love you mom.”

*buzz buzz*

“happy to hear sweetie love you.”

you close your phone and smile sweetly and your moms “i love you” text soon your off youe dads car and into his house it was a nice house the neighborhood was nice..your dad shows you your room it looks nice you immediately get into bed not bothering to unpack yet your dad chuckles at you

“ready to hit the hay?” he says

“yea im all jet lagged. so sleepy.”

“alright night sweetie..nice having you here..maybe..uh tomorrow morning we can get some coffee? if you even like that sort of thing.”

“coffee sounds great dad..thanks..night.”

he shuts your room door and you cuddle into the sheets. has he really changed? is he really trying to bond? your not sure but decide to sleep it off.

next morning you wake up at 9 in the morning sleepy only to find out your dad is up and awake you linger around the house you eventually find him typing away in his office making calls too he soon realized you and turns to you and smiles as he’s on the phone quickly putting it on mute

“i’m almost done here you can go and change and then we’ll head out for breakfast okay?”

“okay..” you rub your eyes and head back upstairs into your room unpacking most of your important stuff like makeup and outfits and your brush just to get ready and soon you’re all ready.

you and your dad head out and go to a local breakfast place you walk there and talk about how life’s been and things like that sook your there and you both sit

“what can i get you?”

a girl with a slicked back pony tail asks.

“just 2 coffees for now dina thanks”

“oh! mark! it’s you! sorry been so busy haven’t even payed attention..who’s this?”

“that’s my daughter..y/n she’s probably around your age she’s in college aswell..”

“hi..” you say and smile shyly

“hi im dina! so nice to finally meet you your dad has talked about you before he comes in here a lot so i’d know.”

“mhm dina i was wondering if you could show y/n the town maybe? just so you know she has a friend”

“oh-“

you get interrupted you didn’t need anyone to keep you busy while he was off at work you didn’t wanna be a inconvenience.

“i’d love to! that would be so great..plus id love to make a new friend aswell.”

you smile warmly at her

“are you sure i don’t wanna be a bother..”

“no don’t worry! you won’t”

“well..i have to get to work soon..”

“but our drinks dad-“

“well you woke up late sweets..sorry.”

you get up to leave with him but dina stops you

“wait! stay! you can meet my friends..they’ll be by soon and i’ll sit too and we could all talk..? and get to know eachother “

you look at your dad hurrying already to work and you agree and quickly tell your father you’ll stay you curse yourself feeling like your dad hadn’t changed one bit now..your lost in thought upset but the door of the dinner opens a girl walks in with green eyes her face scattered with freckles she was very pretty she immediately caught your attention you barley noticed the guy next to her

“ellie! jesse! your here come sit!”

dina immediately abandones her cleaning tables and comes to me

“this is my new friend y/n she’s very nice she’s new around here wait..how long are you here for y/n?”

“just for the winter break so like for 3 weeks because then my college classes start up again”

“ahh..nice okay! this is ellie..and jesse”

they both sit down at the table

“hey..nice to meet you”

the guy says you greet him aswell he obviously has a thing for dina not being able to take his eyes off her as she gets their drinks.

“nice to meet you too”

the freckled girl says looking at you

“so..what are you doing in jackson?”

“oh visiting my dad..for the holidays”

“nice wait so where do you live?”

immediately you both hit it off asking eachother question with dina’s friend jesse being too busy just waiting for dina to come back soon i leave to the restroom excusing myself while im gone dina comes with the drinks and sits down

“woah? ellie’s actually talking that’s surprising”

“how’s that-“

“because you never talk to new people ellie.” dina teases

“mmh yea this is the most talkative she’s been in awhile” jesse chuckles ellie just gets embarrassed

“shut up! i’m just being nice plus jesse was just gawking over you the whole time so i had to say something!”

“ellie since when are you fucking nice??”

you finally come back and sit down noticing it goes a bit quiet when you come back and just smile awkwardly

“soo..why’s ellie red?”

dina bursts out laughing

“yea can you explain that one ellie?”

“probably because dina’s pissing me off”. ellie smirks a bit

“interesting..”

(ahh in ending it right here bc i need to sleep and i don’t wanna make into a draft bc last time i did that it didn’t upload anyway this is part 1!! ill make part 2 tmr maybe!)

[winpocalypse]

What are your thoughts on Swan Song? Do you think the show should have ended there?

*screaming crying throwing up" yea..h....... yea....i do.....

listen! it's the most heartbreaking ending, i can't even rewatch that shit without some weed to get me through it, but it closes the winchester's arc nicely! it was building up to this since day 1! although i think it's a bit underwhelming because i would have liked sam saying yes a couple episodes sooner, a lot more lucifer/michael interactions, some actual fighting, and for cas and bobby to stay dead, but i digress

the winchester's theme is sacrifice. mary sacrifices herself (and sam lol) for john and sam. john sacrifices himself for dean. dean sacrifices himself for sam. sam sacrifices himself for the world.

dean, the protective big brother, the one who never got away from hunting, who's whole personality is "sammy", doing some self destructive and toxic shit in order to keep them together, fighting with all he's got against his curse of watching his family die, finally has the strength to let sam go, stop treating him like a kid (his own words- they even had that big final talk about it) and trusting him. we needed a moment of dean trusting sam and this was it. he holds everyone so tight but he has to let go and then try and make something of himself outside of hunting. build another family, safe, just like mary and sam wanted. this was his chance to break the family curse, just when he finally let go.

now sam, the one who tried to get away, fought so hard to get out, but ultimately finds he has no choice, this is his fate since before he was born, i mean, talk about tragedy!!! it was never going to end any other way for him, he was always going to say yes. but! with all his guilt and his powerlessness, he finds he can make a choice. he can't escape his destiny, but he can do something good with it. he would never find peace otherwise. he could not escape the family curse but he could make way for his big brother, the one person he loves most in the world and, at the same time, find his redemption.

so i personally find the tragic ending to make sense. if they went further and made both of them sacrifice themselves (i heard that was a possible ending? don't know if it's just rumor) that would be almost a happy ending, honestly lol they both go down but they go together

but i also would love a bittersweet ending, have god intervene a bit, i know they went with the "absent father" and all, but he did put those boys in a plane in 5x01, it would be good foreshadowing for him then to ascend sam's soul to heaven in the finale (and adam's that poor bastard), so yeah, he sacrificed, he's dead, but he can find his peace in a way, wait for his soulmate up there

anyways

swan song my beloved and my beloathed

[bones-of-a-rabbit]

Alright fellas new au time here we go

I’m pressed for time rn so I’m just gonna copy paste what I’ve put on discord but uh basically. Sun n Moon r both deities and also the undercover ‘haha hello fellow mortals’ leaders of their respective temples and Reader is a sad n nervous n shy Mysterious Stranger who joins th temples in search of a new meaning in life,, and yea they all fall in love lol not even sorry

Ok copy paste here we go,

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Ok I was blanked out on my meds n sleepy when I put this in a diff DCA discord but now I can’t stop thinkin abt it so I’m gonna drop it in here too:

hhhhfjfgfhf gods/deities sun/moon au where they r their own priests and y/n joins th temple to escape their Mysterious Sad Tragic Backstory and Sun/Moon r doing this doublespeak act of being both deities and their own follower LMAO

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y/n: i guess the moon deity didn't like the offering i left for them,, : (

sun, fuckin SEETHING: aw don't say that! SOME deities just,, work in mysterious ways!

later, moon: just chillin in the Astral Plane or smthn

sun, kicking the door in: MOON WHAT THE FUCK YOU COULDVE AT LEAST SAID *THANK YOU*

-BONUS POSSIBLE READER LORE:-

okay more abt gods/priests sun n moon au.

Y/N is a *former* god- they used to be a small-coven deity, basically like a folktale god known only to the local village, when the people who believed in them turned on them (were they arrogant? did they do nothing wrong and the people were just peeved at their lack of action during tragedy? maybe it was just a slow turning from them being seen as a benevolent god to a spiteful one?? idk) and their temple was burned to the ground and their name forcibly removed from any records. rip y/n's godhood lol

In the process of losing everything that beholds them as a deity, they were stripped of their deity traits and cast to the mortal world/plane as basically Just Another Dude to attone??? ig? idk anyway they go on a life of wandering trying to find a new sense of purpose and then one day come across Sun n Moon's place and r like 'maybe i was meant to be a follower? and not a leader??' and rlly they r just a sad and lonely and confused lil moron

[boo8008]

Three Months - Carmen "Carmy" Berzatto x Fem!Reader Chapter 01: Quadriller

Prologue | Chapter 01: Quadriller | Chapter 02: Mince

Series Summery: Its been one year since The Bear's soft open, and with everything running smoothly, Carmen's lost in his thoughts, until the final table of the night is seated.

Warnings: angst | fluff | ghosting mention | mentions of suicide | language | mental health | pining | unrequited love????? | substances (alc & weed) | overdose | yelling | grief | descriptions of panic attacks | eventual smut | new writer trying to write good

Chapter Summery: Carmen arrives in New York, happy to get away from the disaster of one Berzatto Family Christmas. You and carmen however both seem to be too nervous to talk to each other…for now. 

Quadriller (v.) to make criss-cross lines on the surface of food, as part of food presentation

Word Count: 2,821

My Notes bb: I’m sorry its so late tonight but I kept going down rabbit holes on information about actual food journalism and I also noticed I have a habit of explaining a lot and putting in random details that I think are important or cool but again this is my first Fanfiction I'm actually sharing so feedback is welcome. I will tell you now that nothing much happens this chapter save for reader and Carmy being introduced, but I do have a plan on that front its just again I'm overthinking stuff lol. Anyways I hope you all enjoy!

2019 (January) 

Carmen:

It was peaceful in the kitchen as Donna cooked over the stove, flipping pancakes and frying bacon as she smoked. Carmen, Natalie, and Mikey were sitting at the table as they all joked and talked about something or another. Donna placed the food on the table and they all dug in, each getting a small stack of pancakes and some bacon. Carmen was looking up at Mikey as he poured the syrup, laughing at whatever he was saying. 

As he looked down he was confused, written in syrup, “Fuck You Carmen” was on top of the pancakes. 

Carmen looked up feeling panicked, only to see the fork stuck atop the plate of cannoli. He looked around to see the far end of the table flipped over and a car that had crashed through the front room. Mikey was yelling at his mom and a horn was blaring, not loud enough to cover the infinite sounds of a million timers going off behind him, along with a smoke alarm. When he turned around to make them stop all he saw was black billowing smoke coming from the kitchen. 

Carmen jumped back to reality as the stewardess lightly shook him. Almost as soon as the plane lifted off the tarmac at Chicago O’Hare International Airport he was out like a light. He spent every second sense Christmas Eve beyond stressed and anxious. He was thankful Michelle and Stevie had agreed to let him come stay with them in New York after the new year. 

He hoped they hadn't changed their mind as he crossed into the baggage claim area, only to be greeted by Michelle and Stevie, who was holding a sign saying “BEAR-zatto” with a poorly done drawing of what Carmen thinks is a bear. He chuckled at the gaudy neon pink and glittery sign, happy they went so far as to let him come, let alone pick him up and make a sign.

“Oh there he is, Carmen!” Michelle called, waving him over after finally seeing him. “We were starting to think you bailed on us. How are you? How was your flight? Everything go okay?” She asked, now hugging him before pulling back to look at his face.

“Good, yea, fine, the flight was-the flight was good I slept through most of it,” Carmen said, still hazy with sleep as he rubbed the side of his face. 

“Glad to hear it! Beats our flight back. It felt like it was just crying babies and turbulence; couldn't sleep once,” Stevie chimed in, pulling Carm into an awkward side hug thanks to the just-barely-too-big-to-be-comfortable sign and Carmen’s duffle bag and backpack. An affirmative ‘hm’ was all Carmen could manage, unsure how to respond. Lucky for him, Michelle loves to talk and knew how to keep the conversation going.

“So which of these bags is yours?” she asked as the carousel began spinning and (somewhat violently) ejecting bags. “And how do you like your sign? Stevie’s friend made it; she's kinda like his family's Richie but a bit more-”

“Normal?” Stevie finished. 

“Exactly, yea, she thinks of that type of shit a lot,” Michelle continued. “She thought it would be a cute thing I guess, said something about how helpful it would be to find us sense we’d stick out and more welcoming than that one.” She gestured in the direction Carmy came from, where he passed a sign with standard corporate text that read ‘WELCOME TO NEW YORK’ and a flat drawing of the city. 

Carm was only half listening as Michelle raved on about how the girl did cutesy homemade things all the time and began to ponder why with Stevie, the two knowing the chatter didn’t really interest Carmy as more than background noise. He was on the lookout for his bag which held his prized knifes and chefs whites, just about everything else fit in his beat up duffle and backpack. He would have preferred to keep them with him at all times in an airport just to know they didn't get ruined or damaged in anyway during their transport. But he could also understand why the TSA would say to not bring knifes on a crowded, compact tube that floats in the sky. As soon as he spotted the black metallic cased bag carmen stepped and forward and grabbed it, checking the lock on the side as he stood next to his cousin. 

“Jesus Carmen what do you have in there, fucking launch codes?” Michelle asked, seeing the overprotective suitcase. 

“My knifes,” was all Carmen mumbled in response hoping it would do. Michelle just shook her head while Stevie nodded, both in disbelief at how weird he was about his tools.

“Anyways, as I was saying,” Michelle began, turning to lead the trio out to their car. “She's nice, and she's making us dinner tonight so don't be a dick. She's not a chef but god damn does she make a good baked chicken parm.”

You: 

Waking up already today felt nervous. You only had work and dinner with Stevie and Michelle and whoever-the-fuck that you couldn’t remember the name of right now but the thought of work was mixing with it. Having to meet new people was one thing that you saw as dreadful and anxiety inducing; who else could you need to talk to outside of work besides Stevie and Michelle? And having to schedule and deal with interviews with busy high end chefs was another thing. A thing where the problem mostly came when you tried to get things explained in simpler terms than the hoity-toity French or Italian words they chose. Sure you knew what quadriller was but not everyone knew what it meant. 

You could understand where they were coming from though in some cases. Mainly the Michelin star worthy ones who put so much pressure on themselves and the chefs under them to deliver perfection for an expensive dish made with the best ingredients. From what you could tell they mainly did it for the people that truly and deeply loved and enjoyed food and would save up to eat at such high end restaurants. It all led to them feeling drained at the end of the day, when the last thing they wanted to do was to explain something they knew so well they’d forgotten it was a name for something. 

Luckily today all you had to do was schedule and write a few more paragraphs on your Top Food Trends of 2018 article for your editor to see. You were still working on it and it needed a better name but that wasn't a priority right now, it was mainly getting the bulk of it done and written in words that were more than bullet points and shortened words. And you got off early enough that you had time to run home and hop through the shower before headed to the grocery store on your way to Stevie and Michelle’s. It was the first meal for the new year of your bi-weekly dinners and you knew they probably didn't have much to cook with sense getting back from their Chicago Christmas Trip. Normally Michelle would have stories about someone named Donna doing something crazy and while it was a little funny, when you gave it a seconds thought it made you sad for her family and her that she ended up the way she did. It was something you gotten drunk and emotional talking about with her and she could see your point but that's as much as you could remember of that conversation, besides asking her what the fuck seven fishes had to do with Christmas. 

You picked up all the ingredients you would need for chicken parmesan, garlic bread and a tub of gelato, Michelle always had some wine that would go perfectly with whatever pasta so you didn't worry about that. Hopefully the sign you made had gotten Michelle’s cousin’s attention and gotten them out of the airport in a timely manner before traffic hit so you could get a start on dinner as soon as you got there. They had given you a key a year ago so you could get in and start on dinner on days when they were running late, which was often, but you didn't mind as long as you got your fill on non-work related human interaction for the next two weeks. 

As you brought in your load of groceries, you saw you were right as far as the low-stocked kitchen. You connected to their bluetooth speakers and started a podcast you'd been meaning to catch up on and got to work. You'd comment on some parts to yourself and got lost in thought on the topic they were discussing and in no time you were putting almost everything in the oven, the bread could wait until 8 minuets before so it was al ready at the same time and the gelato was already in the freezer. 

It all seemed perfectly timed as your podcast ended and you were about to start another episode as you heard the front door open.

“God it smells so good!” you could hear Michelle call from the front door. You heard Stevie talking to someone and the sound of suitcase wheels and baggage moving through the front door. Michelle rounded the corner still in her coat and pulled you into a hug. “How are you? How was your week?”

“Fine, not a lot happening in the office so…” you trailed off as you hugged her back. “Got off early enough to shower before I got here.” She pulled back, finally taking off her coat as she headed towards the wine cabinet and Stevie rounded the corner with a beat up duffle bag slung over his shoulder and the neon pink sign you made. 

“Hey,” he greeted happily, followed by your name and as best a wave he could manage with a heavy duffle bag on him. “Let me put these down in the guest room and we’ll come actually say hi.” He jet pass the kitchen eager to get the bag off his shoulder and get his coat off and was quickly followed by the third person you still couldn't remember the name of. Cameron? Cory? Conner? Either way he gave you a vague nod of acknowledgement as he rushed pass you seemingly faster than Stevie. He had on a thick wool coat and a baseball cap, but besides that you didn't get a good look at him.

“So should we do the chianti or the pinot noir?” Michelle asked using her mocking tone on the fancy words, bringing your attention back to her as she held up the two bottles. 

“Chianti,” you chose. “I like the label more, its prettier.”

“That's one way to choose wine.” she said. She came back over to your side and pulled out the bottle opener as you grabbed the glasses. “Also I'm apologizing now if Carmen’s an asshole about dinner but it runs in the family.”

“Its cool, can’t be worse than Stephen…or you.”

“Oh fuck off,” she said with a smile, pouring the wine. “Who was he again?”

“The guy who wanted to be a ‘chef’ and narrated the whole time I made dinner and couldn't tell me what was wrong with the food besides ‘you just didn't do it right’,” you mocked his dumb voice as you remembered the date. “I mean I know I’m no Gordon Ramsey but I know what I’m doing in general.”

“Right that guy, Jesus your taste in people sucks,” she smiled as she slid the glass to you. 

“Yea yea,” you said, taking a sip of your wine as you looked at the timer on the oven and went to put the bread in the oven. “I’d rather have actual input from someone than that shit though.”

“What shit?” Stevie asked walking back into the kitchen, finally relieved of the duffle.

“Vague shit,” Michelle said, vaguely. 

“The best kind of shit,” Stevie pulled you into a hug as he finally said a proper hello to you. He turned some to the guy who entered earlier, Carmen you now knew. “This is Carmen, he's a chef, the one I was telling you about with the Noma and stuff.”

“Right, yea, hi,” you greeted, introducing yourself even though Stevie just did it for you, you'd cringe about it later. This is why you don't like meeting new people.

“Hi, your-your the journalist right?” Carmen stuck his hand out to shake yours, and now that he was right in front of you you got a good look at him. Crystalline blue eyes and dirty blonde hair that was all mess and curls, he looked tired and anxious. Even his clothing said so; a long sleeve white shirt pushed up to his elbows and jeans both of which seemed rumpled from the flight. You did take note of his tattoos, a snail on his forearm, and a Pyrex measuring cup with the world on the other, you saw on the hand shaking yours the SOU on his fingers.

“Yea food and stuff,” you said, bringing your attention back to his face. All around he was handsome but you could sense the same nerves you had on him. It was a relief when Stevie came back from putting his coat away asking how your Christmas was, saving you both from an awkward conversation. 

“Not bad,” you responded. “My parents went to Arkansas for family or whatever and said their sending me some stuff and I got to buy myself a nice dress and no one bothered me over the holiday, an all round a success in my book.”

Just then the oven went off, and you took up Carmen's mumbled offer to get the heavier pan with the chicken and pasta while you grabbed the bread and plates, deciding to come back for the utensils and cheese. Michelle took charge of hers and Carmen's glasses sitting them across from each other as Stevie took his own and the bottle. You had to admit, it felt nice with everyone helping. You came back to the table before realizing you left you own glass, and that you would be sitting next to Carmen and would definitely need it to talk to the stranger. 

Finally returning and looking to the table before sitting down you did one last check that everything was there; napkins, plates, forks all checked. The other three were already digging in as Michelle whispered something to carmen that sounded a lot like ‘don't be a dick’. You took one last second and turned on a relaxing playlist for the meal on a low volume and sat down.

“So,” you started. “How was your guys’s Christmas?”

“Shitty.”

“Awful.” 

Stevie just frowned and shook his head in response as the other two responded in unison.

“That bad, huh?” you asked, finally serving yourself. Michelle avoided by chugging her wine and Carmen did the same by stuffing his mouth. 

“I think its better if we don't talk about it,” Stevie said breaking the silence.

The rest of the meal passed well enough though and everyone seemed to like the gelato with the meal. Carmen didn't talk much, too stuck in his own head thinking about how he had to start looking for a job ASAP. What didn't help were the thoughts of how pretty you looked when he walked in, and especially now that he was closer seated next to you. Your hair and dress styled perfectly with some better suited shoes for the slippery winter weather outside. He quickly talked himself out of pursuing anything with you though, having the small bit of sense to not bring you into his fucked up personal life full of anxiety and stress and pepto. He didn't even know what to say to you now. How would he know what to say on a date? He knew you knew something about food but wasn't sure what exactly it was you knew. What if it was just something to pay the bills and you didn't actually like being a journalist on food? There were too many unknowns for him to be comfortable with anything other than small agreements and answers that were as short as possible whenever he was asked something, and he noticed you doing the same thing. 

You did your best to not be awkward with Carmen but you both had a wall put up to keep the newcomer out. If it weren't for Stevie and Michelle talking about their plane rides and new years eve stories your pretty sure it would be silent between the two of you. They tried to get you both involved but it was clear enough that wasn't going to happen… not tonight at least.

[aquaquadrant]

Hi there. I’m going insane and it’s your fault. Like I discovered your absolute emotional masterpiece of a fanfic the other day and it’s all I think about anymore I’m so obsessed; I downloaded tumblr bc of you and I don’t really know how this site works but I do know how to click the ask button so that’s your problem now. I got words for you

First off: HOLy the writing and the voices are so good??? Like the characters say things the way their irl counterparts would say it? How?? Teach me your ways? Actually tho what did you do to learn to do that, is it innate, do you practice?

Second: “He wouldn’t have known the sight of Tango’s pale skin flushing bright red all the way down his chest.” That sentence just kinda stuck out to me from the last chapter… for some reason... anyways (idk what my point is here but it sure has got me thinking thoughts :P )

Third: I said I was obsessed, and I think it was an understatement. I didn’t study for my chem final because of this (still got an A tho so dw) and I went to bed for three days straight thinking about it and I woke up every morning thinking about it. (It took a solid hour to snap myself out of it when I actually needed to get work done lol) And on the plane ride home for break I drew some things so I’ll just leave these here if you don’t mind (umm ignore the tango faces on the first page and his left hand on the second, there's something Wrong™ about them I gotta practice, ok?)

idk if the formatting is good or whatever but here they are

As you can see I love love love the scene after the nightmare. If I remember correctly, Tango started wearing the gloves to protect his claws so they could heal after he escaped, and then when Jimmy gets hurt he just instinctively gives them to him?? Hello, the symbolism??? Tango just surrenders his own protection, both physically, because he would rather protect Jimmy, but also emotionally bc it immediately reveals what he considers a flaw in himself, monstrous, hideous. And Jimmy sees him throw the walls up again, “He quickly shoves the gloves at Jimmy, moving to get up. “I’ll uh, I’ll get another pair tomorrow-”” but Jimmy won’t let him, instead looks at what could be considered Tango’s entire soul —his trauma, his Hels origin, the feral, blaze side of him, the side that lies and hides and lashes out at any who get too close, the “ugliest” parts of him —and loves him despite it? Even sees the beauty in him? Yea, no, I’m normal about that—

Anyways idk how long these things are supposed to be but I have a couple more thoughts so you’re still stuck with me. Ummm let’s see… I adore your impulse design. So I’m taking that, thanks. (If that’s ok) also was thinking about how Jimmy would wear shirts with the wings getting in the way (see bottom of 2nd pic), and then thought maybe that’s why he’s so good at embroidery or sewing in general, cuz he has to make custom clothes. And then I thought what if he made some *cough* outfits and had Tango judge them… or asked for help putting on/taking off a particularly difficult shirt... haven’t had time to draw that yet but ya know… one day. Aaaaand the blaze rods could theoretically make a pretty cool fire crown when Tango's angry, also blazes do damage when you touch them, but I don't think you get set on fire? So it must be the blaze rods themselves doing damage, so I imagine when Tango's fighting they swirl around him both to attack whoever gets too close and to block any incoming projectiles (see middle left of 1st pic). +gradients on the blaze rods :]

Last thing, I showed my sister the fic last night and she’s already read through it twice so you’ve infected two of us. We were theorizing on what’ll happen next chapter. We both think that the others will piece together, to some extent, Tango’s backstory before they figure out how to remove the collar, what with the cuffs he wears, the comments Atlas made about a farm, Atlas’s mentioning about using Jimmy that way for his feathers, etc etc. and the comment that Tango can hear everything? Yea, no, when that collar comes off he’s gonna be distraught, I’m wagering that everything immediately bursts into flames around him or something (cuz that’d be cool). I think he'll probably try to run away, too, but we'll see

Anyways, that’s not all my thoughts but this is getting pretty long, so maybe I’ll send another ask later if that’s alright. Have a good day! Post again soon! Please. Please I'm begging you. For my sanity plea-

(actually tho take ur time. quality is worth it, and this is nothing but quality)

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! omg welcome. this was genuinely SUCH a lovely ask to read, but i wanna take the time to properly answer it so i’m gonna continue under the cut cause boy can i ramble

first off: HELLO, you got a tumblr bc of HTP?? incredible. i’m honored that this gay angsty little block man au was your introduction to the hellsite (affectionate). and don’t worry, i welcome asks no matter the length (tho i might not get to everything in a timely manner)

second of all: i’m SO happy you enjoyed my character voices. that’s definitely something that’s taken a bit of practice, especially for more understated characters that don’t have super obvious or unique vocal traits/vernaculars. i find it helpful to a) have spent a decent amount of time watching the source material and b) always go over my dialogue with the character’s voice in my mind, and see if it sounds like something they’d actually say. ofc, sometimes liberties can be taken based on the plot/setting of a fic but generally i spend a lot of time and effort on getting character voices right, so i appreciate the appreciation <3

thirdly: i like that particular sentence too ;0

fourth: THAT ART THO??? oh man. impulse looks amazing (i’ve always loved demon!impulse and gotta credit @lunarcrown for bringing that vision to life 💃) and the wings are SO well done, like you conveyed that leathery thin bat skin texture perfectly. the various tangos are SICK, i luuuuv seeing him in full blaze rage mode, using those blaze rods to their full effect. and those hands… goddamn. not only do i respect the hand anatomy but the ROSES… the shackles and their metallic texture… the gradient on tango’s claws… chef’s kiss 💋👌 and THANK YOUUU the post-nightmare scene was one of my favorites from that chapter, and you’ve summed it up beautifully.

moving on: as with all of lunar’s designs, she’s happy to inspire so BEHOLD, DEMON IMPULSE UPON YE (that’s a yes from both of us LOL) i love ur idea about jimmy making custom shirts to work around his wings, that’s one of those little details i never put much thought into but it fits so nicely with him being into embroidery. so jimmy def makes a lot of his own clothes (and occasionally some for tango), co-signed and approved. and ur on the right track about tango’s blaze rods- most of his defensive fire comes directly from them, doing that crazy swirly fireball thing that actual blaze do, but he does also have the ability to produce fire from his hands, he just doesn’t do it often. it takes a bit more concentration and practice, and he spent so long trying not to use his abilities that it doesn’t come second nature to him anymore. he was way more of a fire starter as a kid in hels.

last but not least: AWW it’s so sweet u got ur sister into the au (lord knows i’ve dragged mine into many a fandom 😂) glad y’all enjoyed it so much, AND now u have someone to theorize with 👀 i won’t say anything more on the matter other than i hope to get the next chapter out over the next couple weeks, so stay tuned…