#drunk finas is probably not like that

[mallo93]

here’s a halloween one oooooooo hehehhe

where sumeru has a halloween party and someone lost a bet heh

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(idea from twitter😋)

“Why do I have to wear this?” Kaveh asked the two men as they laughed at the blonde.

“Because someone lost a bet,” Cyno replied through laughter, “You don’t even look bad.”

“You made me wear cat ears. Cat ears! Ofc course I look stupid!” Kaveh exclaimed, looking at himself in the mirror. “I cannot go out looking like this.” He wore black cat ears which matched a black bodysuit. A tail was attached to the back of the suit, dawning stockings and black heels. Tighnari had drawn cat whiskers and a nose on him as well.

“Kaveh, you look fine, really.” Tighnari comforted the distressed blonde. “Now we have to go, or we will be late. You know Dehya would kill us if we were late.”

“Yeah, yeah whatever. I just wish I had more.. coverage.” Kaveh grabbed his key to his apartment and fixed his hair one last time. “Is Alhaitham going to be there?”

“Probably not, he’s never gone to one before.” Tighnari answered as Cyno grabbed his waist. The two were dressed as little red riding hood and the Big Bad Wolf, Cyno’s idea.

“Good. I wouldn’t hear the end of it if he saw me like this.”

“We wouldn’t either.” Cyno and Tighnari looked at each other, snickering at Kaveh’s obliviousness. “Now c’mon, let’s go.”

The three of them walked out of Kaveh and Alhaitham’s apartment, Kaveh relieved that Alhaitham was out running errands.

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The party had just started, yet the crowd was humongous and ever growing.

“Guys, you made it!” Nilou greeted, hugging each of them. She was dressed up as a fairy.

“Yep.” Kaveh answered, trying his best to cover up his legs. He looked around to see if anybody wore an outfit as revealing as his own, noticing a few which eased his nerves. “Where are the drinks at?”

“Oh, they’re just over there! Feel free to take as many as you want!” Nilou pointed to a table of punch bowls and some other bowls filled with more drinks. Kaveh looked back, noticing that Cyno and Tighnari had left him to talk to Dehya and Candace. He shrugged it off before thanking Nilou and walking over, grabbing a drink and chugging it before grabbing another.

A few men walking by, obviously drunk, meowed at the poor blonde as he tried to cover himself up again. He hated this and just wanted to go home. He decided to take another drink, this time sipping on it before going to an area with much less people.

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After a few minutes of watching everything happen, he decided to get another drink, and another, and another. Eventually, Kaveh started to get tipsy, completely forgetting about his insecurities of the costume he wore.

“Alhaitham, there you are, where have you been?!” Kaveh heard his roommate’s name and looked over to see it was Nilou talking to a very vampire looking Alhaitham. “I spent hours dressing you up,” Nilou was now pouting.”

“Sorry, it was loud.” Alhaitham shrugged, avoiding eye contact with her. He wore a black suit with a cape, his hair done, and fake blood staining his clothes and face.

Nilou just pouted at him as he rolled his eyes. “You’re the one who asked me to help you. You can at least show off my hard work!”

“Yeah, yeah. Thank you.” He was looking around for something, but kaveh couldn’t make out what it was. Eventually he made eye contact with Alhaitham. Kaveh looked away almost immediately, looking down at the floor and sipping on his what felt like 69th drink of the night. “I’ll see you around, I’m going to get a drink.”

Now Alhaitham was walking over to Kaveh. The blonde froze, not knowing what to do. He probably didn’t even want to talk to him. Alhaitham was just getting a drink, right?

Wrong.

The gray haired man stood right in front of Kaveh. “What the hell are you wearing?” Kaveh could not bare to look up at Alhaitham. “Kaveh?”

“I, um, lost a bet with Cyno and Tighnari. They made me wear it. I would never choose to wear this!” Kaveh finally looked up at Alhaitham, and oh boy did the man look hot as a vampire.

“Hm.” Was all Alhaitham responded, which made Kaveh slightly angry. “Well, I think you look rather..”

“Don’t even say it. I know I look stupid, I don’t need you telling me that too!” Kaveh frowned, glaring at Alhaitham.

“That’s not what I was going to say.”

“Oh.” Kaveh blushed, a bit uncomfortable that he assumed what Alhaitham was going to say. “Well, what were you going to say?”

“You look cute.” Alhaitham said, nonchalantly. Kaveh’s face became as red as a pyro slime, burning with embarrassment.

“I am not cute. I am literally older than you, how can I be cute?”

“Cats are always cute, especially black ones.” Okay, this was getting weird.

“What are you on about?” Kaveh was kind of getting nervous. Was Alhaitham flirting with him? Kaveh has seen his fair share of terrifying things, but this has to be the scariest thing he had ever seen.

“Sorry, Nilou told me that would work. I just sound stupid now, don’t I?”

Kaveh just blinked. “She told you what would work?”

“Flirting.”

Wait, wait, wait. He was flirting?! What is happening?

“What do you mean?”

Alhaitham just sighed, blinking and looking disappointed. “God, I forgot how much of a dumbass you can be sometimes.”

“A dumbass? Me? You’re the one acting like you’ve done this to me before!”

“Because I have tried, I just didn’t know what I was doing. It also doesn’t help with how oblivious you are, Kaveh.”

“Me? Oblivious? I am far from oblivious.” Kaveh was smart, of course he would notice if Alhaitham was flirting, right?

“You’re the most oblivious person I have ever met.”

“You’re so rude!”

“And you’re cute when you’re all flustered.” Alhaitham pulled Kaveh closer by his waist. “Are you getting the hint now?”

Kaveh was a mess, his face was still beat red and dropped his now empty cup. “I- But- What?” Alhaitham just sighed before he connected their lips. Kaveh immediately pulled away, staring up at Alhaitham. “What was that?!”

“Kaveh. I like you. Well, no, I’m in love with you.” Alhaitham stared at Kaveh, waiting for a response.

“Really?”

“Really.”

“I like you too..” Kaveh Admitted, leaning his head on Alhaitham’s shoulder and his fake cat ears hitting Alhaitham in the face.

Alhaitham couldn’t help but smile, looking at Kaveh as the blonde looked back up at him. He decided to take his cape and wrap it around Kaveh, to hopefully hide his revealed skin. Feeling a lump as he lowered his hands around Kaveh’s waist after he was done.

“Do you have a tail?” Alhaitham asked, chuckling

“Oh, shut up.”

“Some kitty is feisty.” Kaveh just glared at Alhaitham as he chuckled.

“Want to go back home?”

“Mhm.” Was all Alhaitham said, holding Kaveh’s hand as they walked out of the Bazaar together.

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THE END

[it-s-gone-blue]

I'm sending you a ship too and it's FiNer! c:

Yeeee  >:D Thank you for the ask! @greywardenfinas

Universe w vampire Finas and hunter Abner, also poly!Casfin, as canon-y i can imagine it. (But we're p far from canon w FiNer but just go w it)

Who said “I love you” first

Abner, actually. Finas would be absoultely fine, if quietly a little disappointed, if they were in a sorta steady relationship and it never was said. He wouldn't say it, afraid it'd make Abner freak out abt the whole vampire hunter and a vampire thing, make him realize how badly he's doing the 'kill all vampires' thing and end it. Finas just wants it to last longer bc he enjoys Abner, bc hedonist. 

Abner knows he's doing badly, but Finas made himself the exception to the rule (and begrudgingly casimiro, as long as he doesn't see him actively murder someone.)

Who would have the other’s picture as their phone background

Casimiro took Finas' phone. Took a candid picture of Abner and set it as his background. Finas is like, Cas, stop messing w my stuff? but he doesnt change it. Casimiro loves making jabs at Finas being a sap, whether it's abt him or Abner.

Who leaves notes written in fog on the bathroom mirror

Neither, really. But there's a little whiteboard on Abner's fridge for Caring Reminders. "Eat food not just coffee." "Remember to use sunscreen"

Who buys the other cheesy gifts

Finas has no qualms abt giving away gifts. You get a gift, you get a gift, YOU get a gift. Just what he does when he likes someone. He doesn't like that many people, so they end up getting a lot of gifts. It's a bit more of a deal for Abner, he'd probably ask Finas to stop giving him gifts so often, or at least cheaper ones.

Who initiated the first kiss

Finas. They were both in this state of 'should i? i shouldn't. but i should. but not. yes. no.' but Abner was SO DEEP in that, so when Finas leaned in he was kinda stuck in the headlights, but he initiated the second one just after that one. If it was gonna happen, it'd have to be Finas, bc Abner wouldn't be able to make up his mind.

Who kisses the other awake in the morning

Abner is absolutely miserable waking up, doesn't wanna do it. He's going to, but he doesn't have to be happy about it. Finas turns off his alarm before it goes off and wakes him up w slow kisses on his cheeks or forehead. He's less miserable then.  

Who starts tickle fights

How dare? They are entirely respectable gentlemen. They don't tickle fight. They also both have stiff muscles in their backs and shoulders from activities and not stretching enough before working out so they occasionally massages the other to work out the knots. If they happen to find a ticklish area so be it.  There's just a knot there sit still I gotta loose this knot in your side I swear STOP RUNNING it's for your benefit

Who asks who if they can join the other in the shower

Abner asks Finas if he wants to join him, he's just abt to shower and Finas' gonna shower after him, he could just shower w him. be time efficient. cough. totes.

Who surprises the other in the middle of the day at work with lunch

Finas would drop by Abner's workplace in the evening once it got dark w a thermos of coffee. He's tried cooking exactly one time in the last century, and they got food poisoning. But he makes a mean coffee after a while.

Who was nervous and shy on the first date

Both were nervous but it didn't look like it. Finas has mastery in composure, Abner makes all the effort to seem Xtremely Collected. Unless either got flustered it wouldn't show. (Abner was easily flustered. Finas thought it was endearing)

Who kills/takes out the spiders

Abner kills them, then checks for more. Finas throws them out if it's not too much effort. Otherwise he also kills them.

Who loudly proclaims their love when they’re drunk

So one time Finas got drunk with Cas and went. 

You know who's great? While looking all in awe at Cas and also taking his handWho is great? Casimiro is already grinning and feeling the love. Abner is great. He said he loved me. Casimiro's face just falls like. Ok. I guess. But I'm pretty great too right? Abner is great Casimiro calls Abner up and let's him listen in on the Abner appreciation hour. Mostly to embarrass them bc drunk smitten Finas is hilarious. Finas takes the phone and goes Abner you're so good looking and I've had a little to drink ah Cas he said I'm good looking too !!! And then it's like. Finas you know I'm thrilled abt you getting a life and all but I'd appreciate if you didn't try to fuck me while talking abt Abner

Finas has five hangovers.

Also. Abner sometimes drinks to cope with, yanno, anxieties and being hypervigilant and paranoia abt diseases and vampires, and if Finas happens to be around him at that time he doesn't really loudly proclaim his love as much as quietly acknowledge and affirm it's there. Says he doesn't care he feels like a failed hunter sometimes bc he's worth it, which makes Finas' heart ache a lot.

[melissanovels]

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TTT  is an LGBTQ+ historical fantasy novel about Aida, a time traveller hellbent on proving the innocence of a 1,200-year-old dead queen, and Lorian, an escaped princess-turned-officer who wants to drain the royal blood from their body, & the two coming together with the help of their mischievous future selves.

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As Lorian walked into an empty classroom and waited for Aida and Mister Omar to leave, she pressed her back into the door and utterly lost it.

She covered her mouth with her gloved hands. She’d done it. She’d finally talked to Aida again. And she hadn’t been so crass as she’d been when they’d first met. The first time had been a complete disaster. With Aida being naked and Lorian open-mouthed staring at her, the curves of her wide hips and ass, her breasts, her face, her eyes. God help her, she’d never seen a woman’s body so openly before. All she’d wanted to do that night was slam her down into bed and do unspeakable things to her, yet what had Aida wanted? To talk about fantasy novels and a queen who’d been dead for 1,200 years. What had Lorian even said that’d led her up to Aida’s bedroom? She’d need to write it down for reference.

Despite being betrothed for more than half of her life, Lorian hadn’t a clue how courting worked. The girls she’d met in the palace were diplomatic and groomed to please her, all peachy smiles and saying whatever they needed to make her happy. She’d tried to court an Aldaían knight a few years back, but she’d only earned her name and her preference of cakes before they’d parted ways.

Aida’s attitude was so defiant, so cheeky and unbecoming that it would’ve sent Lorian’s father into hysterics. She wanted her. She wanted to crack her open and explore her mind and passions and give it back to her a ten-thousand fold.

Lorian dragged her hands down her face. Maybe she’d buy her a history book, really push more into the things she loved, or maybe a ticket to En Tempore Rose. The official one, the one that played in the Colosseum. She’d have to schedule a trip to the city center. She’d wear a cloak.

After she heard Aida run off somewhere, Lorian re-entered the library and backtracked for the books Aida had put away. They were old and leather-bound, with yellow pages that smelled of mothballs: History of Roma: From the Perspective of King Julius II to His People and Hidden Dangers of Visatorre in Roman History.

Lorian put that last one back. Aida was brave to read about history that was so rarely taught in class. Lorian had secretly read about it behind Missus’ Sharma’s back. She’d learned about the lost city-state of Siina and the belligerent queen who killed one of the dead kings, and how they killed and tortured those poor Visatorre people for sport soon afterwards as punishment. Thrown into the Colosseum with a pack of lions without any weapons with which to defend themselves. In this aisle alone, Lorian saw four other books detailing what a plight the Visatorre were to other people not blessed with the ability to travel through time.

She believed. The power to go back in time, acting as a ghost to witness history in the raw way it was intended, only to come back and harbor the pains of going backwards. She’d never understand their full pain, she could only educate herself and hope that that injustice would never happen again in her history.

After skimming through more of Aida’s books and realizing how little of it she retained, Lorian picked up the shortest read and went near the windows for light.

She got to page ten, most of which was a glorified chapter about how great the Roman kings were and are, when she heard someone call her name.

“Lorian, you fuck!”

Between the library and the writing hall was a strip of muddy grass. It was a shortcut between the buildings for her and other officers to travel. Two of them were there, calling for her: Alessio and Matteo, the two assholes she’d befriended that month.

“There he is, little bugger,” Alessio said, catching Lorian’s profile from the window. He climbed onto a rock wall to get closer. “Get out of there and come down. Lunch’s almost over!”

“Alright, alright,” she said, and slotted the book for later.

They were good boys, these two. She liked them enough to hang out with them while not on duty. They didn’t know this, and they never would, but she’d actually known them back at the palace. All officers-in-training had to go through a mandatory training program held by a Constable. Lorian had always favored officers for their rowdiness. She’d watch them work out in secret, sneak peeks at their naked bodies when they’d change. When she’d found that both Alessio and Matteo were working as security details at this academy, her decision had been made. A few faked letters of recommendation and her crafty ability to lie through her teeth and she was enrolled as an officer-in-training in a week.

They’d never known it was her as she paraded around as a young, unfavorable princess with incredibly long hair wearing the dresses she loathed, but she liked to tease them every now again with knowledge she shouldn’t have known.

“Hey, Alessio, have you ever been persuaded to eat worms?”

“Matteo, didn’t you pee yourself after seeing a real lion in captivity?”

“Have you two ever kissed on a dare?”

She’d lied to them, calling herself a good guesser.

She walked out of the library and turned the corner to find her boys, but they weren’t there. The yard was quiet; she heard the teachers writing on the chalkboard from the writing rooms.

She stilled her steps. From her knowledge, she knew nobody could truly vanish from the world for good. Something would always bring you back to where you were meant to be.

A twig snapped behind her, and she was put into a chokehold that stole away her breath. She could’ve gotten out of it easily, but she didn’t want to hurt who, from their laughing, she knew was Alessio. Alessio was a redhead with more power than Lorian believed him to have. Matteo, on the other hand, was softer, with dark, floppy hair and innocent eyes.

Laughing, Lorian took out her rapier and used the butt of the sword to knock the wind out of Alessio.

Alessio gagged and let her go. “Ow! You ass.”

“You attacked me.” She lightly kicked him for good measure. “What’re we doing now?”

“Late lunch,” Matteo said, and shared a loaf of bread. They weren’t students, but through their enlistment, they were given a dorm room that she shared with Alessio and Matteo and three simple meals ordained by their royal regimen. Sometimes, if they wooed the right girl or boy, they’d get sweets and even alcohol, something that was forbidden to officers. All three of them had already gotten drunk in that month alone.

They walked to their preferred eating space that the Academy cheekily called “The Defense Wall.” It separated the school from the villainous farmlands of lazy cows and stupid chickens. What used to be a formidable, three-meter tall fortress from a time period Aida probably knew about was now a blockage from the smelly farm animals that provided the school a portion of their eggs, milk, cheese, and occasional meat.

Lorian hopped atop an abandoned wagon of hay to scale the tall wall. Alessio followed her, and they needed to help Matteo make it due to his size. There, they shared their bread and butter and made horrible jokes for hours that, if any other officer heard them say, they would’ve had their hands whipped. Lorian had had her fair share of that back home and was keen not to get struck again for misbehaving.

As Lorian dined, Alessio asked her, “Why do you always spend your time in those libraries? You never read.”

It was true, Lorian wasn’t so much a learned soul as her mother and father pretended she was. She was a physical person who liked getting her hands dirty in order to understand something abstract. This had been her fourth trip to the library that week. The first attempt to find and talk to Aida had failed miserably and she was left hiding behind a bookshelf to spy on her. The other try and Aida hadn’t even been there. The girl kept Lorian on a leash and Lorian had no problem with that. “I do read. I know a great deal of things, much more than you do.”

“Then name two books you’ve loved over the past year. No, five authors, and no poets.”

“You try that. When’s the last time you ever picked up a book?” Lorian reached to pull on Alessio’s hair, but he jerked away and stuffed his mouth with his dry loaf end.

“That Miss spends her time there, doesn’t she?” Matteo asked. “That Aida girl.”

“The traveller?” Alessio asked. “She’s a weird one. I’ve talked with some of the girls in her class, and they say she’s really weird. I heard she’s gonna get the nix, you know?” He made a mark across his neck. “Cut out.”

“What do you mean?” Lorian asked.

“I heard it from my father, and he heard it from Constable Carmine. Word from the Lion is that he’s gonna bar those types of people from secondary education.”

Lorian’s ears heated up. “Carmine said that? And the king agreed to it? When?”

Alessio slowed his chewing at Lorian’s mention of Carmine’s name without his title. She had to stop doing that, being so informal about a man she shouldn’t have known so personally. “That’s just what I heard from my dad, so I think it’s true.”

Lorian rubbed her neck. She knew Carmine well enough to forgo titles when she’d address him in the palace, but after being promoted to Constable, she couldn’t say if this was something he’d enforce under the king’s orders or not. He’d exchange his heart for his duty.

But she wouldn’t have put this horrendous action past her father. He was the most racist, hurtful, selfish person she’d ever known, and she hated herself that parts of his speech and behaviors had sunk into her own bones. It took a great deal of unlearning to undo all of those negative stereotypes, and it took her finally leaving the house and joining the ranks to realize how real Visatorre people lived and how awful the world was to them.

“What’s to happen to her?” Matteo asked when they went silent.

“Dunno,” Alessio said. “Kick her out? There’s only a few of those people here, so it’s not like we’d notice right away.”

“But that’s not fair,” Lorian said. “She hasn’t done anything.”

“That’s not gonna stop them, you know that.”

“Then…I’ll stop them,” she promised, and tried mimicking how confident Aida sounded whenever she opened her mouth. “It’s not right. Do you know Miss Mirko uses a cane because of her illness—” She bit her cheek. “Uh, affliction. Can you imagine walking around with a cane at our age? It’s uncouth to belittle those who were born with advantages we weren’t given.”

Alessio pulled a face. “Don’t act high and mighty to me. This wasn’t my decision, I’m just the fucking messenger. And it’s not like we can change this.”

“Say I become a leading Constable, then,” Lorian argued. “I’d rewrite the rules to make them fair for everyone.”

“You wanna be a Constable?”

“Don’t you? Isn’t that the goal of being an officer, to one day be a Constable?”

“Eh, not really. Not for me, anyway. I just needed to get away from my mother, and this was the best option. To be a Constable means you have to put in ten, sometimes fifteen-hour-days and be on the king’s every beck and call. Thanks, but I’m good just being ordered around for simple things.”

“And I wanted to become stronger like my brothers are, but I don’t think I’m strong enough to do everything a Constable does,” Matteo said, and he looked across the field towards the water well. “Oh.”

Alessio and Lorian followed his intent gaze.

“Speak of the devil,” Alessio said.

Stomping down the fields, dress lifted to keep from stepping in cow droppings, was Aida on a mission. Her hands were bunched up in her dress, her teeth grit, and she was mumbling something to herself as her heels plowed through the dry mud. She’d lost her cane, shortening her steps.

Lorian brushed the crumbs off of her chest and stood up higher to better see her. She always walked with such determination, like she truly did not care how other people saw her. Lorian wanted to walk like that one day.

“Do you need a hand, Miss?” Alessio called out.

“Fuck off!” Aida yelled back.

Alessio tensed up. “What the fuck’s her problem?” he muttered.

“S-she isn’t allowed to talk to us like that,” Matteo said meekly. “What should we do?”

“We need to stop her. Hey—”

Lorian palmed Alessio’s chest, almost knocking him off completely before clutching his jacket and keeping him vertical.

“Ow! Lorian, what’s with you today?”

Lorian stared intently at Aida.

Silent tears were running down Aida’s cheeks as she walked. She wasn’t sobbing or weeping, the tears were simply there, though it was hard to tell why she was crying in the first place. It looked like she was off to kill somebody.

When she was out of sight and then some, Lorian got up, told her friends that she was thirsty, and secretly tailed Aida down her chosen path.

[kunderdogs]

VAV / Calling Them Daddy In Front Of The Members

So I might have had a little too much fun with this...It’s long lol to all my hispanics/latinas, don’t hate me for Ayno’s...oh god I feel like i need to go to church after this one. I’m not even gonna front, this was probably the most I’ve laughed doing a reaction.

I’m not a big fan of the daddy kink. I’m more a “papi”, “sir” but I can really see the appeal in it. Lord please forgive me for I have sinned...

St. Van: 

Geumhyuk is the perfect example of daddy, idc idc idc. But you hadn’t noticed the boys in the house when you bust in the front door, wine drunk after your friends had a girls night. You had been missing your incredibly handsome boyfriend and, instead of crashing at your friends house, you called a taxi to take your drunk ass home. On the way back home, you forgot the members were over to watch that new superhero movie.

“Daddy~! Daddy, where are you~!” You called, voice loud in the hallway and almost purring. “Your baby girl is home for some good dic- JESUS FUCK!”

There were seven wide eyes staring at you. In the darkness of the living room, you noticed that the members were either huddled under blankets or on the couch, a big bowl of popcorn on the ground. Ayno smirked and smacked his leader playfully.

“Ooooh, what is this?!” He teased, before the others quickly recovered and focused on a red-faced Geumhyuk, who looked absolutely mortified.

He would be so shook that you would say that in front of the members even if you didn’t remember they were around. Is sooooo embarrassed for them having found out one of his kinks. He doesn’t blame you though, it’s not your fault you’re drunk and horny. He takes the teasing very well because as soon as the boys had their fun, he gives you a dark look and in that authrotive deep voice he knows has you weak in the knees, he says, 

“Get in the room. I’ll deal with you in a second.” DADDY MODE ACTIVATED.

Ohhhh yeah, he’s going to punish you even if he’s not mad at all. If anything, he’s a bit smug about it but will hide that well just so he can justify spanking you. Is it really a punishment if you like though...

Baron:

It slips one night at dinner when the members were talking about kinks and the nastiest shit they’ve ever done. Chunghyeop was naturally shy, the opposite of you - who had no problem talking about the details of your sex life with your girlfriends. You kept your mouth shut to save him the embarrassment though as you figured he wouldn’t want his closest friends to know what y’all did in the bedroom. During that conversation, Jacob teases you two that you seem like the most vanilla couple ever but you just roll your eyes, one foot rubbing the side of Chunghyeop’s leg under the table.

An hour later, when the rest of the boys were distracted with cleaning or playing video games in the living room, you leaned over Baron’s shoulder as he sat on the couch to whisper, “Come to bed, daddy. It’s cold without you...”

There was a choking sound near the side of you and you saw Lou pounding his chest, water cup in hand as Ziu smirked at you before looking to his older member. “You guys are into that freaky shit?”

“What freaky shit?” Jacob was immediately interested and you two didn’t get to stop Heejun from spilling what you just said. 

Soon enough, they were whooping and hollering you two like a bunch of teenagers (save for Lou who was still semi-choking off to the side).

At first, Chunghyeop is so embarrassed. He’ll bite his lip, hide his blushing face in his hands or into your body so you’d shield him from all the teasing they were throwing at him. Feeling your reassuring hands rubbing his back to comfort him would make him realize that you two were both adults and having kinks were normal and healthy.

He would glare weakly at the giggling members and say something along the lines of, “At least I’m getting some. Don’t kink shame me.”

He was too cute to be taken seriously but they wouldn’t push him too far. For the next month, he would definitely have to endure them giving him kissy faces and calling him daddy.

Ace:

When he unlocked the door to your apartment, flicking the lights on to see the romantic set up of candles and rose petals scattered along the living room floor with a single chair in the very middle, he knew he should’ve called instead of texted you. The six boys behind him piled in then stopped immediately as they noticed the atmosphere. St. Van was saying something about how they should leave just as the sharp sound of stilettos echoed when you rounded the corner. “I’ve been waiting for you, Daddy. It’s been such a long t-”

Wooyoung bit his lip, eyes narrowing on you instantly. Yep, he really should’ve called you so that you would’ve gotten the memo that he was bringing the guys over to drink in celebration for their successful tour.

You were dressed very scantily in a crimson babydoll lingerie set, a matching silk robe slipping down your shoulders. Upon noticing more than one person at the door, you screamed a very loud “WHAT THE FUCK”, quickly scrambling to cover yourself with the robe before rushing back into the bedroom as fast as you could in those damn stripper heels. With the loud slam of the door behind you, you knew the damage was already done. 

There was such a tense silence that followed that Wooyoung did not know how to break it. All of them were wide-eyed at the place you had been standing previously.

It felt like an eternity passed before someone cleared their throat and Ace heard Baron say, “So...daddy, hm?”

It took about two seconds for him to push them all out of the apartment, and lock it loud enough to cause chuckles to be heard through the door.

Taking a deep breath to collect himself, Wooyoung quickly stripped of his shoes and the hoodie he had was discarded on the back of the couch before he stalked into the room you were in. Out of all the members, Wooyoung wouldn’t care if you said it in front of them on accident. A slip of the tongue is just that. However, he is very possessive and does not like sharing, even going so far as trying to monopolize your attention when you were with the group. So this incident would test him in ways he was not ready to be tested. You were punished for “ignoring” his texts but rewarded for planning such a sweet surprise for him.

Either way, the boys couldn’t look you in the eye for weeks after that but Wooyoung was ten times more cocky whenever you were around them all. His kink was exposed to the members but hey...he was the only one you called daddy so he didn’t mind them knowing that little bit of information.

Ayno:

Just before VAV went on tour, you had mentioned to Ayno that you wanted to try the daddy kink after hearing one of your friends say it was a huge turn on. He had blushed and stuttered so hard you felt bad for bringing it up. He reassured you that he would try it out but when you saw his cherry-red face, you dropped it all together. It wouldn’t be fun if he didn’t enjoy it as well.

Weeks went by and honestly, being as busy as he was, Yoonho totally forgot about it. That was, until they were on tour and you called him while all the guys were huddled in St. Van’s and Baron’s hotel room, all hovered over the large spread of food on the floor.

Unfortunately, you had chose the worst of times to call him that little nickname.

It was a long day for you, full of bullshit at your job only to come home to a cold home. You tried to distract yourself with a movie, only to find out there was an erotic sex scene in it. It was suddenly too damn hot and you had to get some kind of relief. However, after forty minutes of working yourself, nothing was working!! You reached for your phone - usually just hearing Yoonho’s deep voice was enough to send you in a frenzy so you hoped this would be enough. If you had known he was around all the guys there was no way in hell you would’ve called.

Casual conversation was going around the circle as they discussed their upcoming concert the next night when Ayno saw your smiling face light up his lockscreen. Not thinking anything of it, he answered the call, putting it on speaker so he could hear you over the music coming from Ace’s bluetooth.

“Hey baby, I-”

A moan cut him off, completely taken him for a fucking loop. “Daddy, I need you right now. I can’t - Fuck, I wish you were here and I wish these were your fingers on me instead of my own-”

He dropped the phone in his utter panic, fumbling for the damn thing while you continued your dirty spiel, unknowing of the bug-eyed members of his group that were gawking at their blonde rapper. It was so silent on their end that they could hear everything.

“Shit, daddy, I miss you,” you whined and he finally grabbed the phone only to scream internally when he realized it was locked. “Daddy, I’m so close- ah, I’m almost there - Yoonho oh god-!”

Finally, fina-fucking-lly, he managed to unlock the phone and promptly hang up on you. There was absolutely nothing he else he could’ve done in that moment. Not with how there were six pair of eyes burning holes in his head. The phone was now in front of him on the floor, his hands tightly wound together as they pressed against his lips and your picture flashed on the screen again.

He didn’t dare fucking answer it. Nope. He swallowed the saliva in his throat and felt like the room was way too small in that moment. Had his pants shrunk? He had to leave before they said something about this.

Too late. Ace, his water bottle frozen in mid air, recovered first and gave him a sly-smile. “Does our Ayno have a daddy kink?”

Pink-faced and panic rising, Yoonho nearly threw his hands up in defense. “Wha- No, no, not me! I’m not the one, I swear! It’s her! She had - she -” 

Seeing the shit-eating grins on their faces only grow, he did the only thing he thought of at the moment. He grabbed his phone and bolted back to his room to hide out. They did not let this go, oh no. The remainder of the tour, they spent almost all their down time to tease him and reveled in how red they could make their usually confident rapper. When he got home, he was still sulky about the whole thing, even if you apologized and promised not to call him that again. Yeah the members ruined it for him. But when you called him papi one day, he realized that’s the most arousing thing you ever called him.

Jacob: 

Anyone could’ve guessed that Jacob had a slight daddy kink. It was so subtle though. You two had been good to not share too much of your sex life - it was private after all but it just slipped out one night when you were staying over the dorm. Usually you’d say without thinking and this time was no different. It was a pet name to you, even if it made his blood boil in lust. You thought his kink was kind of cute, and also you liked how his tongue rolled when he called you babygirl.

So when you stood up from the couch as he and the rest of the maknae line played FIFA with a weird intensity, your tired brain didn’t think to censor yourself when you said, “Daddy, I’m tired. I’m going to head to bed.” 

With a kiss to his temple and one last squeeze to his muscled arm, you bid the others goodnight, oblivious to the looks thrown at your back.

The door closed behind you and chaos erupted in the living room as the others had too many questions for Jacob. He sat, rubbing the back of his neck while his teeth chewed his bottom lip. He would rather them not know about his kinks, but he knew you didn’t do it on purpose. You had been hella tired all day and it was a natural thing for you to say. He wasn’t upset with you, but it did arouse him just a bit to hear you say it in front of the others like that. Either way, he wouldn't really mind/didn't honestly care since it was an accident. He would let it go this time but if it happened again, you were in for punishment - and it would not be pleasant.

Later that night, when they were done poking fun at him and he was done entertaining their shit, he would wake you up with soft kisses, the exact opposite of his bruising grip parting your thighs. “Wake up, baby girl...Daddy needs some attention. Can you be a good girl for me?”

Lou:

Hosung’s voice was your favorite thing in the world. Being honest, it was the thing that attracted you to him in the first place. The way his voice could go deeper than it was normally, and made your insides turn to molten lava, heating the blood in your body made you crazy.

He didn’t even need to touch you to get you wet and it was soooo frustrating. Especially when he figured out his voice was your one true kryptonite. He used it to every advantage he could. In public when he knew there was no way you could avoid him leaning over to whisper dirty things in your ear, when you were driving, when you were miles away from him at work and just about every time he wanted you sexually frustrated.

Fed up with being teased so mercilessly, you did some experimenting to find out some dirt on him. It took a few history searches for you to find something. One day, when the members were finishing up practice for the night, you showed up to accompany Lou home.

He smiled and went over to greet you when you tippy-toed and kissed him sweetly. He pulled back after a minute, hands on your hips and a cocky smile.

“Can’t resist me for a minute, can you?” He teased, that damn voice of his thick like honey.

“I can never resist you, daddy,” you smiled innocently, tugging on his belt loops so you could feel his front on you once again. This was your first time calling him that title and you hoped your snooping was worth it.

His reaction was instant and just what you wanted - his dark pupils blown wide, narrowing on you like you were his prey and his fingers tightened their grip on your waist, yanking you into the hard surface of his chest. You two were too wrapped up in each other that you hadn’t notice the others make their way closer when you said with confidence, “Come home with me, daddy.”

The loud gagging caught your attention and you hid your face in Lou’s chest when you realized all six of them had bare witness to your dirty talk. Hosung smoothed down your hair before shrugging away their howling and banter, “What can I say? I’m daddy material.”

“Oh god, stop talking and take your nasty asses home.”

Ziu:

When you met Heejun, nothing in your mind told you that he would be into being called daddy. It did make sense when you thought about it though. He was the maknae, although he damn sure didn’t look it, and had no position of power or dominance in the group dynamic. It’s only logical that he’d want some kind of dominate role in the bedroom and you didn’t have a problem with calling him that. Not when he would push into the wall and devour you like a starved man whenever the nickname slipped by your lips.

So, after a particularly difficult day at work and not having any kind of sexual release in two months since your schedules were so busy, you were beyond needy. Rough sex against the wall sounded heavenly right now so when you strolled into your apartment, tossing your heels and purse, you didn’t take notice of two pair of shoes that were not your boyfriend’s.

“Daddy!” You whined loudly when you didn’t see him in the living room. Removing your sheer stockings, you let your back fall on the couch before kicking them off you with a huff. “Daddy, please, come here and fuck me! I need you, today was terrible. I need your mouth on me, ugh-”

Your lips clamped shut when you lifted your head up as you heard footsteps coming from the kitchen. However, Ziu was in the back behind St. Van and Baron, who had blushes on their faces before grabbing their things and nearly tripping over themselves as they bolted out of the house.

You didn’t get to feel mortified for your words because the heated glare on your figure directed to you made your eyes turn to Heejun. His jaw was clenched just how you like it, arms crossed over his solid chest and head cocked to the side.

“You’re naughty as soon as you get in the door, huh? Get your ass on the ground, on your knees. You need to learn some manners.” He growled, fingers making quick work of his belt and jeans.

Honestly, you had no qualms about this punishment. He knew just what you needed to relieve the stress of the day but afterwards, one glance at his phone had him groaning and smashing his face in a pillow. Not after quickly typing out a text. 

Asking him what was it, he just grunted and handed you the device. The messages were of the members group chat and they were blowing it up.

Is it true Heejun? Tell me this is a lie. It will ruin the pure image I have of Y/N - Lou

I heard it with my own ears even though I wish I didn’t - Baron

HEEEEJUNNNNN-IE YOU ARE A CHILDDDD STOP BEING SO KINKY - Ayno

My man! I��ve taught you well - Jacob

YA HORNY KIDS JFC LOL - Ayno

Dear God I need to wash my ears with soap - St. Van

I can’t believe it, our precious maknae is a man now! - Ace

We should celebrate - Jacob

Wtf is wrong with you lol - Lou

This is a historic day! Heejun-ie is probably laying the wood right now - Jacob

STOP OH GOD T-T - St. Van

The imagery in my head rn...smh - Baron

STOP THINKING ABOUT ME HAVING SEX - Me

Hmmm, you responded thirty minutes late - Ace

YeeeeAAAAaaaahhhhhHHHH what were you doing HUH YOUNG MAN? - Ayno

There’s no way Ziu is ever going to forget this. Not just cause the sex was fantastic either but because the members will not stop talking about how he was now a “man”. They clowned both of you though so he didn’t feel too bad since you were in this shit show with him.

[theradioghost]

what characters in other podcasts do you think would invest in one of mick mercury's business ventures?

michael tate: canonically baffled and perturbed by the fact that he has money all of a sudden, so if louisa doesn’t get him that financial manager she threatened then I feel like he would just to get rid of it

trexel geistman: seems like the type who would think dogs on rollerskates was a brilliant business concept

cecil gershwin palmer: I feel like I don’t even need to justify this, he just would

the doyles: drunk, whimsical, and have so much money I’m pretty sure they don’t know how money works

nick and edmund from dark ages would both do it but I think if either of them knew the other was going to, then they wouldn’t? which is probably a good thing

fina butterbuns: it’s not that she thinks it’s going to go well, it’s that she knows it’s going to be too hilarious to pass up the chance of seeing it.

arthur shappey: so likely to do this that it overcomes the fact that he’s not technically a podcast character.

rudyard funn: guaranteed to make any bad decision available to him

humphrey from standard docking procedure: because those two are like. lost only-straight-dude-in-space soulmates.

dr herbert west: terrifyingly, would probably find a way to make mick’s ideas work.

pastor drom: got caught running an illegal guinea pig racing operation and thought the best way to get her job back was to do necromancy on her boss’s dead grandmother and take her on a casino spree to befriend her so she’d have an ally against said boss; ended up resurrecting a crow-god cultist instead. of all these people probably the worst to allow anywhere near mick actually

andy wheyface: created a dating app where the only person you can date is him. ran an airline that i’m pretty sure got taken over by the robot staff. he’s already like if mick had too much money and was more Shakespeare

[lovelyanaangel]

I'm kinda drunk rn but I don't know how many calories was in the alcohol and stuff and Ill probably feel like shit about it tomorrow but rn I'm fina hahhahaha

[thisisthepartwhereyou]

BEASTARS MINI-STORY #3: “The Pitfalls of Thin Walls pt. 4″ (Final Part) by JCL

Legosi, who has now changed into a new t-shirt and sweatpants, stares at something with a deadpan look in his eyes. HARU: "So... How do I look?" We see that Haru has changed clothes too: She is wearing a pink blazer over a pink shirt and a pink skirt, basically looking like a rabbit-version of Jackie Kennedy. Legosi continues to stare at her. Then he begins to go pffffft as he fails to contain his laughter. Haru on the other hand looks anything but amused. LEGOSI: "I'm sorry, but it's so not your style!" HARU: "Damn straight it's not my style, none of this is mine to begin with!" (That woman next door...!) -- We see a flashback, where an apolagetic Sebun is standing in the doorway of Legosi's apartment. HARU: (It was nice enough of her to apologize for making such a ruckus and even borrow me some of her own to me in the meantime, while she is having mine and Legosi's clothes washed) A yakisoba-covered Legosi and Haru stares at her as she talks. Legosi looks neutral, while Haru looks pissed. -- Back in the present, Haru looks down at her borrowed outfit and adjusts the skirt, all the while Legosi is doing his best to keep from laughing out loud. HARU: (I am grateful we have about the same size, though what is up with all this PINK? Is she part flamingo or something? Plus, if it hadn't been for her...!) She thinks back to when she and Legosi were about to kiss in the last part and gets a melancholic expression. Anime-tears of frustration begins to run down her cheeks. HARU: (DAMN! We were so close!) Legosi, who seems to have tapped out with all the laughter, points at Haru's clothes and tries to cheer her up. LEGOSI: "On the plus-side, it does make you look more mature." HARU: "Oh yeah? Well," -- We are now in Sebun's apartment, where we see that Sebun has joined the rest of the gang with a glass of her own pressed against the wall. HARU: "-who wouldn't look like an old spinster in these clothes?" This comment seems to hit Sebun like a brick. Her offended expression gets covered by a dark aura of self-conscious depression as she begins to mutter through clenched teeth: SEBUN: "OLD SPINSTER...!" A textbox with an arrow pointing at Sebun appears. TEXT: 29, SINGLE AND OVERLY SELF-CONSCIOUS ABOUT IT Ebisu gives her a sympathetic pat on the shoulder, though like the rest of the gang, he can't help but to find the situation humorous. EBISU: "There, there..." -- Back in Legosi's apartment, Haru exhales. HARU: "My folks are going to have a laugh, that's for certain." Legosi smiles and puts his hands in the pockets of the sweatpants. LEGOSI: "Probably... It's been a pretty strange day, hasn't it?" HARU: "Eventful, though not that strange." Haru begins to count up the general events of their  dinner-date with the help of her fingers. HARU: "I mean we had dinner, I got drunk, we (kind of) went to second base, had some coffee, sat in the wok and played dress up. I'd say it was a pretty fun dinner-date. Generally speaking, I'd say it was pretty normal too." Legosi looks surprised, then cocks a brow. LEGOSI: "You really think so?" HARU: "Well, maybe you shouldn't take my word for it, I mean I didn't exactly do dinner-dates before we met. Or even date for that matter." LEGOSI: "Really?" HARU: "Really-really. I was a tramp, remember?" Haru's blunt acknowledgement to her past prompts Legosi to adopt a thoughtful expression. HARU: "Though maybe we should avoid contact with liquor from now on, I mean I don't want to nurse a hangover each time afterwards." Legosi walks up to Haru with a determined look in his eye. He stops, and looks down at her, like he wants to tell her something important. LEGOSI: "Haru... " HARU: "Yes?" LEGOSI: "I..." Legosi bites down on his lip, like he's struggling with what he's trying to say. Haru looks a little confused. HARU: "What?" Though, we see in Legosi's background that he is thinking about his mother, his father and his grandfather. This morphs into uglier details of his family history, including the last time he met his mother, his father walking away and disappearing and how badly treated his grandfather has been on account of his species. We can see in Legosi's face that he struggles to process all of this, like he wants to share it with Haru, but just can't. His arm suddenly shoots back and points at the terrarium. LEGOSI: "You know, I haven't named that beetle yet." HARU: "Huh?" LEGOSI: "I was thinking about calling him Smoochy, you know, after that movie with the pink rhino, but..." Haru blinks and notes with a deadpan voice: HARU: "That is a terrible name." Legosi nods and fidgets with his fingers. LEGOSI: "Exactly. I've always been bad at naming things, and back when you talked about us having a daughter, you said a lot of good ones. So... I wonder if you'd like to name him for me?" Haru continues to stare at Legosi, like she's thinking 'this is what he had such a hard time saying?' LEGOSI: "It could be your housewarming gift." Haru looks past Legosi and onto the rhinoceros beetle. HARU: "... Josuke." Legosi blinks. LEGOSI: "Josuke? Why?" Haru puts her hand in front of her forehead and extends a single finger from it, imitiating a horn. In her background, as an illustration, we see a wolf-version of Josuke Higashikata from JoJo's Bizarre Adventure. HARU: "His horn makes me think of the hairdo of a character from a manga I used to read, named Josuke." Legosi looks happy, like an enthused kid and turns to greet his freshly named pet. LEGOSI: "Josuke huh? Oi, Josuke!" Haru rolls her eyes and proceeds to open the door. HARU: "Anyway, I think I should be leaving now. So... Bye." She begins to walk out into the corridor. Legosi however quickly turns and catches up to her in the doorway. LEGOSI: "Wait." Haru stops and turns around. Legosi goes down on one knee so that they are on the same eye level. LEGOSI: "Look, I want to be honest and upfront to you about my family... But I'm sorry, I just can't tell you about all of that right now. I can tell you about my grandpa though. He practically raised me all on his own. He is a good person; probably the friendliest and most considerate person one can meet." As he talks, Haru's expression gradually softens. LEGOSI: "He is strong, honest and would go to hell and back to protect his loved ones. You two are the ones I care about the most... And I want you to meet him some day." HARU: (Strong and honest... So that's where you get it from?) "I would love that." Then, straight out of nowhere, Haru darts forward and plants a kiss on Legosi's lips. Legosi's eyes widen, though before he can react further, Haru pulls back with a grin. HARU: "See ya." She then begins to skip down the corridor. Legosi seems like he hasn't quite processed what just happened, and stands frozen in the same position like a statue for a second or two. Then his face goes completely red and he bolts back with a flabbergasted face. As he begins to compute that he's had his first real kiss with Haru, he gets to his feet and calls to Haru. LEGOSI: "HEY! Haru!" Haru stops, turns around and gives him a sneaky look. HARU: "What? You can surprise me with dinner and I can't surprise you with a kiss? Get real! When you're with me, there'll be plenty more surprises!" She then disappears out of sight down the stairs. Legosi touches his lips with his fingers and then gives off a little laugh. Then a sudden crash is heard nearby. Legosi turns his head to see what caused it. What he sees is that the gang in Sebun's apartment, including Sebun herself, has fallen out through the door. They're now piled on top of each other, looking awkward as Legosi stares at them. The only exception is Zaguan, who is standing in the doorway and giving Legosi a little wave. ZAGUAN: "Hello Legosi!" LEGOSI: "What are you doing?" Sebun, who is at the bottom of the pile, sweatdrops. SEBUN: (I forgot to close the door again...) -- EPILOGUE #1 Haru is now back at her parents house. She is taking off her shoes in the hall when her father comes out, holding a cup of coffee. HARU'S DAD: "Hey honey, did you have fu-" He gives her an odd look as he notices what she's wearing. Then he begins to go pfffft and proceeds to laugh out loud. Haru shoots him an annoyed look and begins to stomp away to her room. HARU: "Grrrr....!" She passes her mom, who looks after her with a questioning look. She then turns to her husband. HARU'S MOM: "Who was that lady just now?" Haru's dad can't stop laughing. -- EPILOGUE #2 We see that Sebun is now at her job, sitting behind her desk and working a computer. She is wearing dark pink jeans and a light pink turtleneck with her sleeves rolled up. She looks a bit uncomfortable though, as she is gaining the attention of at least five male co-workers.   HYENA CO-WORKER: "Whoa! New outfit huh?" COUGAR CO-WORKER: "Looking good in the new duds Sebun-chan!" COYOTE CO-WORKER: "Pink is a good color on you!" SEBUN: "Uh, thank you..." (I've worn these clothes before though!) -- EPILOGUE #3 We see Raika, with Fina on his shoulder like usual, walking back to their apartment. He scratches the back of his head and gives Fina a look. RAIKA: "Um, no reason in particular for bringing this up, but if it hadn't been for scale and proportion, you'd actually consider dating me?" Fina gives her roomate an ugly look. FINA: "No. Comment." -- EPILOGUE #4 We see that some time later, Legosi has regained his and Haru's clothes from Sebun. He is currently inspecting his t-shirt. LEGOSI: (The clothes are nice and clean again) He then looks confused as he holds up yet another copy of Harold and Kumar go to White Castle. LEGOSI: (Though why did Sebun give me a copy of Harold and Kumar too?) -- THE END

[i-got-no-rhythm]

The Devil and The Angel (part 2) Chapter 8

Warnings: lots of alcohol, vomiting, FLUFF, terrible stories.

A/N: okay so here’s the last chapter, fina-fucking-lly right? It’s taken me this long to finish it because I’ve been lazy and haven’t really known how to end it. I hope everyone will enjoy this lighthearted finally chapter. The age of Clementine Jade and Roger has come to an end. I have another fic in mind based on a dream I had but idk if I’ll actually get around to doing. If I do though it’ll probably be a Roger x Reader fic but who knows.

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Chapter 8

You waltz past Roger, set your belongings on the floor and threw yourself on the bed closest to the window. You looked out at the city that was shining bright with lights, it reminded you of home and how much you had started to miss it.

Roger came and sat next to you on the bed. He spoke softly as he began playing with your hair, “I think the guys have plans to check out the hotels bar soon, would you like to join them?” You told him that sounded like a wonderful time, so you went to the bathroom to freshen up.

You walked hand in hand down to the bar to meet the guys. It was a fairly chill bar, there were friends and couples gathered around tables just chatting. ‘A lovely change of scenery’ you thought to yourself. You joined the others at a larger table toward the back of the bar.

“Ah there you are darling,” Freddie said as he took your hand and pulled you down next to him, “I had started to think you were getting tired of us” you laughed at his terrible joke. He clearly had a few drinks in him already. “Actually Fred, I only came for the drinks” you joked back.

Several drinks in and everyone was laughing and sharing stories. They told you about how they all met and decided to form a band together after Brian and Roger’s lead singer had left their previous band.

“Wait wait, your band was called SMILE?” You blurted our in a fit of drunken laughter. Roger and Brian both shot you a jokingly hurt look, “well yeah, and I’d say we were pretty good too!” Brian spit out, crossing his arms like an offended child.

You couldn’t control your laughter at this point as the alcohol was all getting to you. “Alright then, what crazy names did your band go through before deciding on Melancholy Mumbles?” Roger shot out in defense.

You told them about all the horrible names that Mikey had come up with, Cigarettes After Sex, A Night To Regret, even Edgar Allen’s Hoe. The last one really got them rolling.

“You’re joking!” Roger spit out in a fit of laughter, “please welcome the the stage, Edgar! Allen’s! Hoe!” He said throwing his hands up dramatically. The whole table burst out into hysteria, yourself included.

After the fit had died down a little you reminisced on more memories you shared with your best friend. Like how in high school he was the one who was always pulling you out of fights, how you were the one who always got them into trouble, and when you guys decided to take a trip to Brooklyn and lost Mikey’s drunk girlfriend in the city.

“You what?” John nearly choked on his beer at the idea, “how the hell do you lose a person?!”

You explained how the three of you had been boozing one night when you decided to sneak out late to see a local band a few cities over. You told them all about how Mikey’s girl could never hold her liquor very well and when you stopped in Brooklyn to get gas she hopped out of the car and started running.

“She thought we were trying to kidnap her, so when we stopped she just hopped out of the car and ran. Took us hours to find her and we ended up missing the whole show.”

You hadn’t realized but Freddie had ordered a few rounds of shots for everyone at the table. “Well she may not have been able to handle her liquor, but can you darling?” He spoke as he handed 3 shots around to each person. You were already feeling quite drunk at this point and wasn’t sure if you needed more. But you never backed down from a challenge, or free alcohol.

You downed all 3 shots before anyone else had taken one, instantly feeling the whoosh that came with it. “Well damn girl, you’re gonna feel that in the morning” you barley hear John speak. And right he was, you would feel every bit of it all too much.

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You woke to a throbbing headache and a horrible feeling in your stomach. You groaned loudly as you rolled over a little to fast. That’s when the nausea hit. You rushed to the bathroom and instantly started dry heaving. Ugh you couldn’t remember the last time you got sick from drinking too much.

The first wave of vomiting came slowly, but once it started it started it didn’t stop. There was so much burning in your throat from the stomach acid at this point that you just wanted it to stop.

When you finally did catch a break you had noticed that Roger was standing in the doorway staring down at you, a very concerning look on his face “you alright there, love?” You shook you head and held out your hand for him to comfort you, it wasn’t like you to ever show weakness but in this moment you didn’t care.

He sat down on the bathroom floor and scooped you up in his arms. You laid your head on his bare chest as he slowly stroked your hair, humming a very comforting tune as he did so.

You began to wonder what was to happen when the tour was over and you’d go your separate ways. He had a life in London that he needed to live and you in Seattle with your boys. You very much enjoyed the time you’d spent together and you weren’t sure if you were willing to give it all up at the end.

You suddenly felt so small in his arms and you began making little circles on his chest with your finger. “Um Roger,” you spoke softly, quite like a child that’s just gotten into trouble, “what do you suppose is to come of us when we have to leave each other?”

He stopped humming his tune and looked down at you with confused eyes. He studied your face for a moment before he spoke, “Love, who says we have to leave each other?”

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Epilogue:

And he was right, you didn’t have to leave each other. After the tour had ended you decided you would stay in London for a while and then he would stay with you in Seattle for a bit. Your band had been picked up by an up and coming Seattle record company after the tour, so you and the boys had gotten busy recording your first album.

Between recordings on your part and touring on his part you would find time to see each other.

When staying in Seattle you would introduce him to your favorite coffee shops and roam around the city. The nights you spent together there were mostly stuck in your apartment playing board games or sharing a bottle (or 2) of wine. When staying in London he would show you around the city by day and by night you would go out and drink at local pubs.

You had never been happier in all of your days, sure some times were harder than others. Like when you couldn’t see each other due to tours or recording, but it was all worth it in that moment when you finally got to be in each other’s arms again.

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[erinlasgalen]

I should post my Yuri on Ice fics too ~

I realized this today lol.

Sooo, enjoy one of the fics I wrote back when the anime  was still ongoing xD

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After the disastrous party, Yuuri eats pirojki, gets kidnapped in the dead of night by a 15 year old secret fan, gets lost in snow, sings a popular (among skaters) song and acquires a new nickname. Not necessarily in that order.

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It was snowing heavily in Moscow, coating everything and anything in a white blanket. It almost looked like the Earth itself was falling asleep under the lull of the crescent moon that was sparkling with a sneaky glint. It was 4 in the morning and the streets were as quiet as a mother who put her baby to sleep after hours of lulling…

Not even a single murmur could be heard.

“NOOUUUUU!”

Well, except for that unholy hoarse scream that could have woken up the whole neighborhood, that is, if they weren’t walking by the secluded highway that looked like the main setting for a horror movie scene with all the snow around.

What would have looked like an angry grandfather dragging his drunken grandson home for punishment for fooling around with young maidens, was actually a figure skating coach/trainee pair that had gotten a bit lost (not without the immense help from said trainee ) after the party they had disappeared from hours ago.

“I don’t waaaaant t’do another interview”, slurred the younger one, trying to get away from his mentor as fiercely as a drunken kitten, or a piggy, some might say.

Now this boy – well, MAN, was Katsuki Yuuri, Japan’s top figure skater, who always qualified for the finals of every championship there was and always lost spectacularly to everyone. Getting the last place was like his special karma or something. As if he was cursed to always qualify and fail for the whole world to see and laugh.

Nerves, they sure can get to you…scary! Get a grip, Katsuki-san!

Currently, he was cold, wet (partly, his feet were soaked through due to lousy old boots that needed to be changed ASAP!), hungry, and still quite drunk.

“Like hell you don’t!” growled the older man, tightening his vice grip on the boy and dramatically dragging him along the vast nothingness that was Russian Snowfall in the dead of night, or morning.

Whatever.

Now this charming eyebrow (yes he has extremely weird eyebrows that actually grow like that! Talk about hawk eyes…maybe all Italians have unique facial features?) man, was muttering profanities under his breath in a mix of broken English, flawless sexy Italian and extremely weird Japanese ( as if he learned it from watching anime … who the hell talks like that?)

“Not after what you pulled off today at the party! You were supposed to be serious and calm and collected, someone who can deal with anything!” he ranted, pace intensifying along with the force of his grip. Yuuri whimpered. And to think it was him who convinced the heartbroken skater to come to that party…

This man, well, in Yuuri’s eyes a demon currently, was his coach de la italiano, Celestino Cialdini, or “Ciaociao” for short and fluffy. Mind you, the nickname absolutely did NOT come from Phichit’s family dog, King, who coincidentally happened to be a chowchow. Not at all.  He was strict, always to the point and very hard to deal with at times. Also his eyebrows were distracting. And his eyes. The whole image always screamed ‘Lock-on, I am a predator, I’ll eat you alive’. Well, unless you fed him spaghetti or something.

“-..ked, well nearly naked! What was going through that idiot brain of yours at that time? Eh? Eeeeh? Not to mention the pole dancing! Why was there a pole anyways? Who brings a pole to a formal afterparty!!!“

Ah, it seems we got sidetracked a little, let’s get back to our merry duo now, shall we?

“What was that?!” roared the man, ponytail swishing back and forth with the speed they were gaining. It seemed that Yuuri had mumbled a small reply to that rhetorical question, trying to keep his balance and free himself at the same time while stumbling around in knee deep snow.  Luck was on their side or they both would have faceplanted long ago had it been deadly ice.

They would have made charming snow angels! Or devils…

“I said, t’was Chris…”

“Ah, yes”, a snort. “The sparkly eyelashes from Switzerland. Are they all like that? Their men are more feminine than their women!”

Yuuri’s eyes unfocused, remembering a certain Russian skater and their dance. He opened his mouth to say something, probably resembling an "Oh, Victor~” but was cut off with a harsh tug to the middle of the street.

“And you are still not getting off the interview! Come on we need to get a ride! WE are going back to the hotel, YOU are getting some sleep and in the morning YOU and your FABULOUS FLAMENCO self will be giving an interview. And don’t you DARE dodge questions!”

Yuuri gave his best (he practiced on his own sister!) puppy eyes. But of course his coach was immune.

Italians, I say…

Ciaociao narrowed his eagle eyes and grunted, “And no, I will NOT be answering anything in your stead.”

“Bu..but it’s 4! Like, morning 4! Super late night em..early 4!!!”, the whining intensified. “We’re never going t’ find a taxi or ANY car anyways! Can we just…um, you know, just a, uh…”

Well, that really was a problem. Quite a big one, it seemed, I mean, even the angry coach went silent and loosened his grip somewhat, eyes downcast, trying to think of a solution. With both their phones long dead (Celestino’s really WAS dead, as it took a nice long swim during the party in the resident wine pitcher, screen flickering pathetically a few times before dying in the blood of grapes…Yuuri had gone all “Make us free, na splash, kasametta..” at that time, hands together in a silent prayer to the now dead device) it was pretty much impossible to contact anyone or anything.

Why didn’t they keep pagers around anymore?

Yuuri tried to use this momentum to get away. With mysterious ninja-like skills out of nowhere (most probably from all the champagne), he disengaged all his captive limbs and turned to make a beeline to hell knows where, when a beep resonated through the emptiness and an astonishingly white light came right on his frozen face, momentarily blinding him. A screech was heard and a car appeared milliseconds after the light, making an eyebrow raising U-turn and stopping right beside them in a well done drift.

Chris would have approved of it with a low whistle.

The snow whirlwind the driver brought with himself settled down to reveal an old, blue Zaporojets.

A  window rolled down with a little screech along with the layer of snow gathered on it and an enormous furry scarf poked itself outside to greet them.

A few silent minutes they were all blinking at each other, during which it became evident that the ’scarf’ was  actually a human head, wrapped exquisitely in  a white, red and blue patterned  scarf (patriot much?). A small patch of what looked like straw at first was actually hair, the color a magnificent shade of noodles from Yuuri’s beloved katsudon! The only visible part that could be attributed to a human was a sharp, distinctly Russian nose, angry red from the cold and his eyes, a unique blend of grey and green. Those eyes were staring Yuuri down, seizing him.

Yuuri gulped audibly.

Celestino’s left eyebrow started lowering.

“If you need a taxi, I can take you wherever you need to go”, the unknown ‘straw’ spoke up, his sharp, rough English cutting the air like a knife.

Yuuri gulped and took a step back, suddenly becoming keenly aware that they were in the middle of nowhere, without their phones, in the dead of night with their passports in their pockets to top it…

And it was snowing almost as much as Phitchit had shed dandruff from his head that one time when he used the wrong shampoo in Detroit!

“We’ll take that offer, young man! Take us to Aerostar Hotel!”

The stranger grinned so wide that one could see it even with all the mummy scarf wrapping.

Yuuri whimpered once more, dreading the ride.

And dreadful it was, as Yuuri was chewed out by Celestino again and again. And the fact that their stranger Russian driver was right THERE, listening to it all was the worst.

“No, I will not do the interview! I don’t want to talk to the cameras or the people! I don’t want to talk to anyone!” huffed the Japanese, slumping in a defeated lump in the backseat, his drunkedness still evident in the slight ‘whoosh’  his hands were making in the air. “You wanted me to have fun, right? Riiiiight! Well I did, it was my way of loosening up! So WHAT?”

“So what!” the coach took a deep breath. “I’ll tell you what! If someone leaks those photos and videos, you are done for! All those years skating and you STILL don’t have a sponsor! There were potential candidates there! Yet you went and ruined it all!”

“What photos? Someone was taking photos?”

A barely audible snort escaped the silent driver. The two in the back ignored him completely.

But the boy kept his eyes trained on the mirror, watching and silently making his own bizarre deductions.

He really should be keeping his eyes on the road though, not to mention BOTH hands on the wheel…

“Yuuri..”

“Ciaociao, pleeeease. I’ll figure something out about the whole sponsorship thing, just..”,he sighed, dejected. “Let me be tomorrow. I really can’t take any reporters, especially after Vicchan..”

His voice broke at the end.

“Let’s just go to the airport! I’ll fly back to Japan, you deal with press!” He sat up with a vigor and gently tapped straw driver’s back. “Please take us to Sheremetyevo, please!”

A hand yanked him back rather sharply.

“Don’t you dare, young man! Straight to the hotel and that’s it!”

“I am NOT doing that interview, Celestino!”

“Oh yes you are! You’re not a Japanese maiden in distress, nor am I chivalrous enough to grant your drunken ass any request! It’s fina-..” His words formed a surprised ‘aaaaaa’ as the engine grunted, screeched like a wet cat and finally came to a stop.“..ah?”

“Wha…whats going on?” demanded the man. Yuuri was looking back and forth, discreetly smelling the air for any kind of weird pre-explosion smoke or something. The grin on his face was a little unnerving though.

The blondie shrugged, turning the key in the ignition a few times in a futile attempt to make it work again.

“Brat!”

“Um…right! We’re gona have to push…” the boy said, already getting out of the car. “It’ll go back up once we give it a little nudge".

The cold air hit Yuuri and he snapped out whatever evil horror trance he had gotten himself into. As he opened the door to get out as well, the blonde snapped it close with a leer. “We need some weight to be inside, you stay, piggy. Mr. Ciaobrows, you come push from the back.”

Yuuri snorted at the nickname, then burst into full blown laughter, not even bothering to smother his guffaws.

Celestino threw his a dirty glare and heavily shuffled out, leaving an almost crying Yuuri inside.

Merrily, they pushed the car in the snow, the Italian old man pushing from the back, the blonde youth pushing right beside the front seat, the door open. Step by step, the vehicle inched forward. Then just as Celestino was starting to feel the burn of muscles in his arms, the blonde hopped into the front seat, with the agility of a tiger, turned the key, bringing the dead engine back to life and the car sped away, leaving the poor coach to scream after them incredulously.

Funny thing was, Yuuri himself was screaming as well.

“Oh shut it!”, yelled the boy, snapping the door shut and turning around to face the Japanese. Yuuri snapped his mouth shut in sheer bewilderment from the death glare (he had to work on it, it looked too cute to be scary) the child was giving him. Yes child.

Somewhere in the process of all this he had unwrapped his scarf. Now it hung low on his neck, exposing his youthful features to the one and only passenger. He was incredibly cute. Women would swoon at his mare glance in the future. Honestly, Russians…

Dimly, Yuuri noted that this he was probably around 17 years old, if not younger. And this child had just kidnapped him.

Cute.

And weird. And scary. And I’m never going to see Kaa-san and Mari nee-chan again!

Clearing his throat awkwardly, Yuuri asked.

“Wh..where are we going?”

“What do you mean where? The airport of course!”

“Ah, of course! Wait who decided that?” He stared at the mirror, trying to be intimidating. Somewhere at the back of his mind he made a note that lighter colored eyes were automatically more intimidating. Right…

“What do you mean who? Yuri, of course!”

Yuuri put a hand to his heart, “I did NOT!”

The teen swung around to face him, one hand still on the wheel.

“Who the hell said anything about YOU, piggy? I said Yuri did, Yuri!”

“Ah…watch the road, please?”

He got an angry huff as a reply.

This kid was precious…like a cinnamon roll.

“So, Yuri who again? Decided, I mean, that we are going to the airport?”

“Plisetsky, remember that! Yuri Plisetsky did!”

“And..who is Yuri Plisetsky?”

“Me!”

“Oh….”

They spend a few more minutes in silence.

“Celestino is alone out there, in the cold, we really should go back. Yuri-cha~n, stop playing around.”

The car came to a halt, making Yuuri collide with the back of the front seat. While he was nursing his nose, the boy fully faced him, nearly hanging off the seat. His expression was a mix between anger, guilt and admiration.

This baffled the skater to silence.

“You wanted to go back to your Japan, right? If we go back now, you’ll have to do that interview! Right?!”

“Yuri-cha-..”

“Stop! Don’t call me Yuri-chan!”

“Yurio then?”

“Wha? NO, no no no!” the blonde reached towards his almost namesake, hands posed as if to strangle him.

“Yurio, he is-..”

“Evil, manipulating, heartless, eyebrow man! The perfect villain! Besides, I actually messaged the taxi center for a car. He will have a ride anyways. What do you say?!”

Yuuri considered it for a minute, finger nearly in his mouth from his thinking pose. Yuri the Smaller raised a perfect eyebrow at the all too familiar gesture a certain playboy had.

“Okay!”

“Okay?”

“Uuun, Okay!!!”

When the old radio croaked to life, Yuuri was in the front, and the boys were munching on some pirojki and having a nice, pleasant chat about this and that (“how old are you Yurio?” “Don’t call me..- uh whatever! I’m fifteen!” “Fif….teen. Ah. I see. WHO THE HELL LET YOU DRIVE? DO YOU EVEN HAVE A LICENSE?” “IF YOU YELL, PIGGY, I YELL TOO! And no, of course I don’t!  But my grandpa lets me drive for practice! I’m goo~d, right? Right?”).

The old player was ignored mostly, until a certain song popped up.

Yuuri started humming almost on autopilot.

“Taaaam, tam pam, paaam, and the starry sky, spreading above~…”

Yuri glanced at him, eyes wide and staring.  The Japanese skated grinned. “I love this song. Actually all the skaters my age  and younger adore it.”

“Really”, Yuri inquired in a slightly disbelieving voice. “No one in my class knows it..like no one! But I really like it! My uncle hates it though…”

“Yeah, I know what you mean. No one in my course knows it either, besides me and my roommate Phichit! But he’s a skater, so it’s kind of …Yeah.”, he trailed off, tapping his foot to the beat. “None of the older skaters like it though. Chris always ‘stage vomits’ when he hears it and Victor…ah..”

Yuri smiles mischievously and nods. Yuuri taps his foot, Smallish Yuri taps his fingers on the wheel. On an signal none of them even agreed on, they both started.

“I can rule the world,  JJ, just follow me, I will break the walls, now look at me”, they sing/scream simultaneously, each pointing to themselves like over washed drama queens. “..also be the blind side of the enemy, this is who I am, just remember me..”

Yuuri sprawls himself on the blonde’s lap like a cat not even thinking that this child was actually driving. Yuri glances at him, face flushed from the adrenaline rush and sheer happiness of being able to sing his favorite song with someone who actually knew the lyrics.

“I’M THE KING JJ, NO ONE DEFEATS ME, THIS IS WHO I AM BABY, just follow me..-”

Yuuri raises his hands up like a conductor, while Yuri fake-longingly stares out of the window, eyes downcast.

“..just follow me off the ground”, they sing softly, then burst in a  fit of giggles.

In case you are wondering, no, they didn’t crash on the way, yes, they reached the airport, yes, a certain phone was put to charge and bombarded with missed call messages from a certain coach who seemed to be back in the hotel already, no, Yuuri didn’t return to him, yes, indeed he actually left for Japan, of course not before giving his almost namesake a hug and a promise to sing together again in the dead on night.

Wonderful memories, right?

In case you were also wondering, yes, Yuuri did forget everything after the 9 hour beauty sleep he got on the plane.

Shame…

Well, don’t worry, in a few month those two will see each other once more, when Yuri follows his wayward uncle on his quest of self-discovery ( really, for a man who should be settling down with a  family, self-discovery at his age? Pathetic!), love and inspiration to Japan.

More specifically, for a certain piggy who could hit all the highest notes like a pro in his most favourite song of his most hated singer/skater.

Honestly, JJ should go to hell.

But, maybe record a few songs before that…

Omake:

The car was safely parked in the garage and Yuri Plisetski was munching on the remaining potato bun. “Yuuri is interesting.”, he mused out to the wide sky. “It’s a shame he butchered the performance. Though, the choreography sucked so much.. ugh. But, I’m glad i got to see him!”. He chuckled and took another big bite. Yuuri was his idol, that one and only skater he admired. And it was all because he saw that performance, back when Yuuri was 12. His very first one, and, well the only one he won. Since then Little Yuri followed his namesake’s every move. He even has a photo collection in his phone.

With a password, so no one snoops. A certain silverette no one, that is.

“Well Victor sucks. Still don’t get how that idiot didn’t even recognize .. uh, idiot, stupid Victor!”, he ranted, stuffing the rest of the pirojok in his mouth in one go.  Yeah his uncle ( in reality he adored him probably as much as Yuuri) was an airhead, the biggest idiot the world could have.

Wiping his slightly greasy hands on his jeans like any teenage brat would, he huffed, rolled his shoulders and went on to undertake new mission - sneaking home unnoticed.

“YURI PLISETSKIY! WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN!”

“Uhh..”

[salmon404]

I’m gonna regret posting this but uh have a story

(it doesn’t really have a name so if you think of a name plz plzplz tell me)

Chapter 1

: Long Lost Somethings

Baboom Baboom Baboom The bass was going insane in this song, causing me to bounce around even more than I would normally do. A young man I was dancing with accidentally touched my boob, normally I’d let it slide but he lingered a little too long. So I slapped his hand playfully and gave him a smirk. I turned to another boy and ground my hips against him whilst drinking from my wonderful bottle. From under the haze of vodka I heard the boy from my Last dance call me a slut. Normally I’d let that slide As well, but, I was under the influence so… I beat the shit out of him. I awoke On a couch Not my own, It was probably Some guys, I looked Around and saw I was Surprisingly still at the party. God, I was wasted, I prodded My face remembering the fight, It Appeared I only had a small black eye People were still dancing, I looked around and Remembered that this was my party, and this couch Was mine but covered in everyone's jackets. I saw on The couch across from me there was the boy I beat up, he Was not much older than me, probably a senior, I got him Good… One of his fingers was at an awkward angle… cringing I turned away from the carnage. I tried to sit up but Sera pushed me down. “You got really drunk Svea…” “Lemme up, and I’m sure you know by now, that’s not my name.” “What isn’t? Svea.” Cringing again as she said the name, I turned away. “Please…” Pity filled Sera’s eyes. “I’m not her anymore, so I don’t need you to say her name, nor do I need your GOD DAMN PITY!” I shoved away the nausea and Sera, and got up. I grabbed a bottle from a nearby counter “I think it's time you leave my party, Fina.” I told her looking over my shoulder slightly but not at her. It was a low blow at what her mum used to call her, but at least she knew her mum had loved her. “Please stop drinking Sam.” Then Serafina walked out the door. Normally I would regret what I said and run after her. There was a lot of stuff I normally did that I didn’t do anymore.

I walked away even though it hurt, She had been drunker than I had ever seen her, her accent so thick I could barely understand her words even without her slurring. Svea truly wasn’t the same person as she used to be, the person I climbed up on top of those bleachers with. I walked through the bushes to the house next door. We were no longer what we were, we weren’t even acquaintances. I didn’t know what we were before, but now… I didn’t know her at all. “How was it?” Myla asked, we had been having a sleepover before the Bjornar party started. “I saw an old friend,” Myla was the only friend I had since coming back from Britain. “You make it sound as if that's a bad thing.” “Yeh…” “What. What happened? Okay, something happened.” “Naw, I’m fine, Just really really really stressed.” I plopped down on the side of the bean bag chair Myla was using. Myla shoved me off so I laid on the floor. And gazed at the pocked ceiling. “Don’t worry, we can figure it out!” “She isn’t t' same person as before.” I moaned dejectedly. “Who was it?” I hesitated but decided to tell her. “ It was… ugh, it was Sam.” “Oh..” I couldn’t understand the look on her face, how did she know who Sam was, I mean she was always pretty popular, but Myla was a new student who knew the last name of maybe a total of ten kids. “Yeh…” “Well, you did miss a lot of st-” “Yeah! I see that,” I suddenly snapped, who was Myla to know anythin' about Jo! She didn’t know her! “Sorry, sorry, I’m just saying that I think you should find out about what you missed before trying to be her friend again.” “How do you know I want t' know her again? Say I did though, want to be her friend again, I should find everythin' out from her. N' sorry I snapped, I’m just really stressed. ” It was hard to stay angry when everything was this sad. “It’s ok, and I can tell by the way you said really three times. So what I was saying is that she will not trust you anytime soon, if you did want to be her friend again. Shit happened, I heard she's basically an orphan now. She drinks. Hangs out with like all the bad people. She’s got a drug addict as a best friend. You’ve seen her.” She made a hand gesture, that I was pretty sure meant I have a ton of other gossip about her, but I’m guessing you don’t really wanna hear it now, but don’t worry I will find someway to gossip with you soon, Damn, how can someone convey a whole compound sentence with just their hands? Without using ASL of course. But I hadn’t heard about any of this “What happened? And how d' ye know this about her? Last I checked you never talked to Sam.” “Honestly, everyone’s heard the rumors about her, even the new kids like me. Also we have band together!” She smiled cheekily, I sighed. I originally wanted to avoid her when I came back. But she was a black hole. Also it’s kinda hard to avoid her when we have nearly all our classes together, pass each other all the time in the halls, and live next door. “Ehhhh…” I moaned “...Maybe I should’ve just stayed in Britain.” “Then you wouldn’t of met me! Silly!” I laughed and we went to our sleeping bags. It was hard not t' be optimistic with Myla, but tears still pricked my eyes as I listened to the bass thumping through our neighbourhood... I didn’t know what to do. I had spent two whole years trying to forget about Svea, Sam. And now here I was, already basically stalking her and trying to figure out how to get her to like me again. I deserved her hatred though, I abandoned her. The splotchy purple designs around my room did nothing to calm me, and I drifted off to a fitful sleep.

I hate her I’m just trying To console Leah but I keep seeing Sera staring At me. I purposely ignore her And look down at the shit lunch the School hands out. Too stressed I throw Away my lunch and focus on Leah She’s having a bad day today, she Doesn’t touch her food and I Feel scared. I hate myself More than I hate Sera. I can’t even help My best friend. Leah starts to shake For seemingly no reason, I look around and see A teacher with dark Hair, it wasn’t Her dad who’s walking by, But Leah is terrified of him anyway. Her PTSD taking more control of her, I want to hug her and comfort her, rather than worsen it I Gingerly touch her hand and draw her attention. She looks at me and I motioned my head towards The bathroom across the hall. Leah nods and I get Up, thinking that I was going over to her Sera giddily Hit Myla and Myla gestured for us to come over as well. I turned away, not even being able to look at Sera for More than a moment. I thought I was over her, I guess I was wrong, I need to work on myself More, I don’t have time for feelings. The first time I had seen her in two years had been when she barreled into me after turning a corner. I had instantly tried to help her before realizing who it was. She never even hinted she was coming back from Britain, I guess she didn’t have my contacts anymore, but still. We realized who the other person was at the same time as I handed her her notebooks, we stared at each other for what seemed like forever, everything was still around us. Then in a flash I got up and ran.

I got up, I thought Svea had been heading over to me but instead she went to the bathroom. I knew I shouldn't follow her, but I just couldn’t stay here anymore, I needed to talk to her. I felt Myla try to pull me back down but it was too late I was already getting up. I could smell the smoke before I even got in the bathroom, someone was smoking some major shit. I prayed that it wasn’t Svea. I walked in and saw a sallow faced kid and Svea standing on the toilets passing a blunt over the stall walls, when they heard me they both ducked. “You smoke now, too, Sam?”I put as much emphasis on Sam as I could, I immediately regretted doin' that, I was better than that, but Svea just caused my brain t' go haywire. “Fan ni Sera.” “Vad hände?” “I see you learned some Swedish, ya kuk.” “Just that, I googled it t' period before because I wanted t' ask ye in yer own language.” “Pronunciation sucks.” “I’ll just go, it was a mistake for me t' come in here. it’s clear you don’t care about me…” “Helvete Fin, you are the one who doesn’t care!” The door to her stall opened up and Svea was fuming. “You left ME!” Her face crumpled as she realized she said the thing she had been trying so hard not to say. A whimper sounded from the other stall and Svea looked down and saw that she still had the blunt. Glaring at me, Svea knocked on Leah’s door, she waited a bit while glaring even harder at me. The door opened and Svea gave the weed to Leah before stepping into the stall and closing the door behind her. “Det ar dags att lamna.” “I’m guessin' you just asked me t' leave?” I got no response. “I missed you Sam.” I sort-of whispered, but I knew she heard. I stood there a little too long. I finally walked out of the bathroom only to run straight into Myla. “JESUS, SERA! You can’t run off like that! You need to control yourself! Come with me.” Myla grabbed my hand “ We are going to make a plan.” Myla dragged me into the empty swimming pool room thing, and then into the locker room. She still didn’t think this was enough and went to the storage room where they store… stuff… sorry I didn’t inspect the room from floor to ceiling, I was busy trying t' figure out what Myla was doing. “You're gay.” She didn’t ask, she just said it matter of factly, like that wasn’t my whole life. I had tried to hide it but clearly not well. “What? No...“ I said too sheepishly “Don’t try to deny it. I know it. And I know that you and Sam used to be more than friends, don’t ask me how I know that you are gay, I just have a really good gaydar for some reason. “But how did you know about me and Sam?” It still felt weird to say Sam. “I’ve seen you staring at that short haired, high cheek boned goddess all day. You also left our slumber party to go to her party and then were sad that you saw her.” Svea was some kind of Nordic Goddess, she was even more beautiful than when I left, she had grown into her little body and looked more like a small viking finally, instead of just a really short blond haired chick. I was surprised to see she had cut her hair into a boys style and bleached it when I first saw her, but it looked fantabuloso on her. I still had my black bob and green eyes, my body was still fairly lanky. She looked so much hotter than me. “Frick.” "Yep, I got you good girly.” “How are you ok with me bein' a lesbian when we live this far down south?” “Not everyone down here is religious and backward.” “Just most…” I said half joking. “And my family is originally from Hawai'i, and they never really had an opinion on gays.” “So what was it that ye wanted t' plan or whatever.” “Well it's clear that the both of you are still soulmates so I want you to woo her back.” “But what if she hasn’t come out?” “I mean she never specifically said it, but I’m sure no one would be surprised.” “What about t' incident?” I remembered how Myla had heard tons of rumors about Sam already, had what we had done gotten out to everyone? “What incident? I only moved here a year ago so I haven’t heard about any ‘incident’.” She used air quotes when she said incident. “ That's good, that means that it didn’t spread everywhere.” I breathed a sigh of relief and gagged as I smelled the rancid jerseys probably growing mold in the back of the room. “But what is this incident? “ When we were freshmen, fourteen year olds. We kissed on top of t' gym bleachers once and we got caught. It was my first kiss with a girl, same with Sam. T' gym teacher screamed at us about bein' sinners. He shouted about us bein' faggots and dykes and whores, that we were goin' t' hell and would burn there for eternity, we were mistakes and God hated us. “I ran away and convinced my parents t' take us back t' London, we were already going to be moving back at t' end of the school year, but I convinced them t' do it right then. I was too scared t' even think about what would happen t' us. We lived there for two years before comin' back here again this year. “I didn’t even think about Sve-Sam until we were on t' plane, on our way t' Britain. I abandoned her.” I slipped on her name almost calling her Svea, it didn’t matter t' Myla but I felt I should respect her wishes “When I got back she was like this and I don’t know what t' do, I don’t know what happened t' her. I almost didn’t recognize her in t' halls, especially when she goes by a different name.” “fuck.” “Yeah.” We sat there for awhile just staring at the musty old storage room around us and the old swimsuits before eventually starting our plan of wooing Svea back.

I was Walking down The hall like normal Heading to class again, Leah was to my left, I noticed Someone else next to me, I turned Slightly and saw beautiful Raven hair I walked a little faster I did not want to talk to her Now or ever, she didn’t get it. I Saw that she also picked up speed So I slowed down, she also did. “Ok, what do you want?” “To talk to you.” “I don’t want to.” “Please? We haven’t talked in two years Sam.” “Oh, and that's My fault?” “No.” I pulled at my hair and rushed away from her and waited At the next class for Leah. I hate her.

“Plan doesn’t work, time t' give up.” I said to Myla, eye-fockin' Sam from across the lunchroom. “ Stalking her in the halls once doesn’t count as a try.” “Yeah it does! I did a lot of hard work!” “You walked next to her for two minutes and then asked to talk, then she turned you down and you left. Hmmm, yes, I see, you just won over her heart.” “Grr.” “ Just say hi, give her a friendly wave. Start out platonic and work from there if she ever bothers to talk to you, and that's how it should be, her talking to you. Please don’t go up to her and start a heavy conversation again.” “I technically never really had a conversation with her.” I said with a smile “Or try to.” Myla responded not moving an inch (figuratively, we were walking). ”Also don’t go crazy, you are really awkward around her. Don’t go overboard on a simple wave.” “Come on, have some faith in me!” “Ok, she is looking over right now, just smile at her.” I tossed a smile over t' Sam but Myla smacked me in the back of the head. “You look horrendous! What kinda smile is that?” I rubbed my neck and glared at Myla. She didn’t have to do it so hard. Myla gestured back at Sam again who was holding back laughter. I made a face at Sam and she quickly tried to look serious. But we both ended up laughing. It seemed like a great start but then I saw the druggie whisper something to Sam and she immediately stood up and carried both of their stuff as they left the lunchroom. The next days were mainly the same, sometimes Sam never seemed to see me, or anyone besides the druggie. Just staring, into the void, the blue in her eyes was silent and screaming at the same time. It hurt me to see. On other days she just glared at me. But slowly the days where she smiled back, however meekly, started t' outnumber the glares. I still didn’t know what t' do about the void though, no matter how much progress I had with the glares, she was still fifty-fifty with the darkness. It was my fault that she was like this, we shouldn’t have kissed, I shouldn’t have left her to herself, to the world. She faced it by herself and lived, she did not overcome it though, and it was all my fault. We should have faced it together, but instead I left her. I abandoned her.

“I’m going to regret this aren’t I?” “OMGOMG! No! Of course not! Sit, sit!” “Sera, you need to stop. I’m Myla by the way.” I shook Myla’s hand “Sam, but you probably’ve heard About me before…” I trailed off, I knew I had a reputation. “I’ve missed you so much!” the normally really still Sera Bounced a little in her seat for some reason, “She’s Been waiting for this for a while.” Myla explained “Hey! Have not! I just finally got my friend t' Sit next t' me at lunch!” Sera tried to say. “Exactly Sera.” Sera frowned and looked Down at her lunch “What happened to you Sera, I was always the hyper one. You look like You downed two coffees!” I joked even though it Hurt that she wasn’t the same little girl hiding in a corner with A book. “Speak for yerself! I barely recognize ye!” I smiled with Sera even though it was the truth. I didn’t even recognize myself in the mirror. “How’s yer family doin'?” Myla kicked Sera under the table and she immediately tried to take it back, but my face still crumpled and fell for a moment, I recovered as fast as I could, Feelings are for the weak. I interrupted Sera before she could stumble around for five minutes trying to think of something to say, I was always the talker and when I was quiet, she tried to Be the talker but she would always fuck Up just like this. “Ma and Papa are in Sweden right now.” I weakly smiled and forced myself to make it look real. I hurt again as I realized I had Become quite good at this. “Leah decided to stay Home today.” “That’s yer Friend wh-that's the Friend you normally sit With right?.” Sera almost said The one who smokes. I used to get mad Whenever someone said anything like that but By now both Leah and I had gotten used to it. “Yeah she is, she always sits next to me, And yes she does marijuana.”

[wineanddinosaur]

Clarete: The Most Fascinating Pink Wine You’ve Never Heard of — and How to Get It

In the Spain of the Middle Ages, centuries before the country’s boom of barrel-aged reds, there was a pink wine drunk in copious amounts called clarete. Over time, it fell to obscurity and those who aren’t Spaniards or scholars of obscure wine may not have heard of this historic style. And yet, while this sounds like the start of a vinous fairy tale, there’s a surprise twist: These are wines you can buy today for around $20 — and you’ll be thrilled that you did.

I recently tried my first clarete, the Finca Torremilanos Ojo de Gallo from Ribera del Duero. It had ripe red cherry aromas with orange peel and a touch of lime. It was fresh and juicy with tart acidity and a subtle tannic grip. I was completely enamored. My fellow American, James Dillman, sommelier at Michelin-starred Spanish restaurant Casa Mono in New York City, is also new to this elusive juice. For him, tasting the wine for the first time brought a “complexity that I’ve never experienced before.”

Native to northern Spain, primarily Ribero del Duero and Cigales, clarete is a wine that exists within its own distinct category. It’s not a red, a white, or a rosé — it is clarete.

While the wine resembles a light red or dark rosé, it’s made in a way that’s not quite either. Clarete is a blend of red and white grapes. The grapes tend to be grown on old vines, and the juice is co-fermented on its skins like a traditional red wine. Typical clarete varietals are Tempranillo and Viura, but Garnacha, Bobal, Albillo, Malvasia, and other grapes can also be part of the concoction.

To those not versed in clarete, it presents an intriguing — even exotic — style that many wine drinkers can appreciate, especially fans of rosé, chillable reds, skin-contact whites, and glou glou styles. But the thing about clarete is it’s not just another quaffable rosé-like field blend. It’s treated like a more serious wine, carefully fermented for structure and aged in barrel or on its lees for complexity.

“You get some texture from it as well, you get a little of those tannins sometimes, too, from it depending on how long it macerates, which is really cool to see on a rosé,” Dillman says.

Elizabeth Gabay, MW, author of “Rosé: Understanding the Pink Wine Revolution,” elaborates on the many appealing dimensions of clarete. “It has weight, it has a little bit of tannin that you could hold together with a little bit of oak,” she says. “With Ribero del Duero and Cigales being high-altitude vineyards, they often have that lovely fresh acidity.”

Gabay also emphasizes the unique character of the white and red grape blend. In addition to the tart red berry notes from the red grapes, “one thing that makes them quite interesting is because they often use Albillo that gives it a little bit of floral character, which is rather nice,” Gabay says. “The range of grapes is enormous that they can use, so there are a lot of different styles.”

Clarete’s Deep Roots

Clarete is widely speculated to be the original pink wine, long before the term rosé was thrown in the mix. “There’s no way of absolutely proving which style was first,” Gabay says. “It is open for interpretation and it’s my interpretation that clarete was the original.”

While the exact origins of clarete are unknown, early history points to a peasant wine made in small, underground wineries dating back to more than 1,000 years. Its lore is largely a word-of-mouth legacy surrounding this style of wine that used to be ubiquitous in northern Spain and parts of France.

Whether or not it was clarete’s place of origin, clarete is the original wine of Spain’s Ribero del Duero, says Vicente Peñalba, an owner of Finca Torremilanos, Ribera del Duero’s second-oldest winery, founded in 1903. “People didn’t use to produce red wines in this region,” he explains. “They used to blend red and white varieties in order to make light red wines for people to drink.”

Dating back to the 12th century, there are some 10 miles of underground wineries that have been documented in Aranda de Duero, the Ribero del Duero province where Finca Torremilanos is located, Peñalba says. Each underground cellar, or lagar, was where winemaking families would press, blend, ferment, and age all the red and white grapes they had co-fermented in large 1,000- to 2,000-liter barrels. These were easy-drinking, fresh, and light wines meant to be consumed all within their current vintage to make way for the next year’s harvest.

Clarete wines are also interesting from a viticultural perspective. Each family made a signature wine from a specific blend of grapes. These grapes didn’t just get fermented together; they were actually co-planted together, which was a common growing practice before the Industrial Revolution.

Clarete in the Modern Day

Clarete wines languished in the mid-20th century as Spanish wine regions looked to capitalize on market trends, focusing on big reds. In the early 1980s when the Ribero del Duero appellation was officially established, the push for big red wines was so strong that white wine production wasn’t even allowed under the appellation’s regulations. This sparked the removal of a lot of old white grape vines. “They took out some that were 80, 90 years old, and they were great vines, but they took them away to plant Tempranillo,” Peñalba says.

These days, clarete is enjoying a small comeback, with spectacular examples produced across northern Spain, including Ribero del Duero, Rioja, Navarra, and with the most concentration in Cigales. “I think more winemakers right now are taking that risk of making what they actually want; making something that they want to drink,” Dillman says. A perfect example of this is Peñalba’s family’s Finca Torremilanos Ojo de Gallo. “My brother created this wine because it was an opportunity to bring us back to our origins,” says Peñalba. After all, clarete was the first and only wine made by Finca Torremilanos in its early days. And after all these years, it continues to surprise and delight.

5 CLARETE WINES TO TRY

Finca Torremilanos, Ojo de Gallo, Ribero del Duero

This biodynamic winery’s clarete is a blend of Tempranillo, Viura, Albillo, Garnacha, Bobal, Cariñena, Monastrel, and Malvasía from three different 100-year-old vineyards in Ribero del Duero. The grapes are co-fermented in concrete with natural yeasts and the wine is aged in used barrels for 8 to 9 months. No sulphites are added. The Ojo de Gallo has ripe juicy red cherry aromas with red apple, orange peel, and a touch of lime. It’s super fresh with tart acidity and a subtle tannic grip. Average price: $21

Dominio del Aguila, Picaro, Ribera del Duero

Casa Mono sommelier Dillman says “the Picaro is probably my favorite one right now. I think it’s super complex.” This field blend of Tempranillo, Albillo, Garnacha, and Bobal ferments whole-cluster in oak vats with indigenous yeasts, then ages in used French and American oak for 16 months. Its pairing possibilities are expansive and Dillman recommends trying it with crudo, grilled pork, steak tartare, and salmon. Average price: $30

Bodegas Honorio, Lias Finas Clarete, Cordovin, Rioja

Clarete is the flagship style wine of Bodegas Honorio in Rioja and what defines the family winery. Clarete has a long tradition in the Cordovin province of Rioja and winemaker Honorio Rubio celebrates and preserves its legacy. There are three tiers of Honorio wine collections, and the Lias Finas Clarete, made of 60 percent Viura and 40 percent Garnacha, is part of the limited- edition, small-production series made biodynamically. Average Price: $16

Bodegas Hiriart, Elite Rosado, Cigales

Clarete was produced in the first iteration of this historic winery 250 years ago in an underground cellar. Today, the original cave remains restored underneath the new Bodegas Hiriart winery, led by winemaker Patricia Práganos. The Elite Rosado is a blend of Tempranillo and Verdejo from the property’s oldest vineyard, which is 92 years old. Average price: $13

Sortevera, Clarete, Canary Islands

Proof that clarete survives outside of northern Spain, this bottle is a blend of native Canary Islands red and white grapes. Sortevera is practicing organic, uses indigenous yeasts, and their wines have a trademark volcanic minerality and salinity. Average price: $17

The article Clarete: The Most Fascinating Pink Wine You’ve Never Heard of — and How to Get It appeared first on VinePair.

source https://vinepair.com/articles/clarete-spanish-wine-guide/

[johnboothus]

Clarete: The Most Fascinating Pink Wine Youve Never Heard of and How to Get It

In the Spain of the Middle Ages, centuries before the country’s boom of barrel-aged reds, there was a pink wine drunk in copious amounts called clarete. Over time, it fell to obscurity and those who aren’t Spaniards or scholars of obscure wine may not have heard of this historic style. And yet, while this sounds like the start of a vinous fairy tale, there’s a surprise twist: These are wines you can buy today for around $20 — and you’ll be thrilled that you did.

I recently tried my first clarete, the Finca Torremilanos Ojo de Gallo from Ribera del Duero. It had ripe red cherry aromas with orange peel and a touch of lime. It was fresh and juicy with tart acidity and a subtle tannic grip. I was completely enamored. My fellow American, James Dillman, sommelier at Michelin-starred Spanish restaurant Casa Mono in New York City, is also new to this elusive juice. For him, tasting the wine for the first time brought a “complexity that I’ve never experienced before.”

Native to northern Spain, primarily Ribero del Duero and Cigales, clarete is a wine that exists within its own distinct category. It’s not a red, a white, or a rosé — it is clarete.

While the wine resembles a light red or dark rosé, it’s made in a way that’s not quite either. Clarete is a blend of red and white grapes. The grapes tend to be grown on old vines, and the juice is co-fermented on its skins like a traditional red wine. Typical clarete varietals are Tempranillo and Viura, but Garnacha, Bobal, Albillo, Malvasia, and other grapes can also be part of the concoction.

To those not versed in clarete, it presents an intriguing — even exotic — style that many wine drinkers can appreciate, especially fans of rosé, chillable reds, skin-contact whites, and glou glou styles. But the thing about clarete is it’s not just another quaffable rosé-like field blend. It’s treated like a more serious wine, carefully fermented for structure and aged in barrel or on its lees for complexity.

“You get some texture from it as well, you get a little of those tannins sometimes, too, from it depending on how long it macerates, which is really cool to see on a rosé,” Dillman says.

Elizabeth Gabay, MW, author of “Rosé: Understanding the Pink Wine Revolution,” elaborates on the many appealing dimensions of clarete. “It has weight, it has a little bit of tannin that you could hold together with a little bit of oak,” she says. “With Ribero del Duero and Cigales being high-altitude vineyards, they often have that lovely fresh acidity.”

Gabay also emphasizes the unique character of the white and red grape blend. In addition to the tart red berry notes from the red grapes, “one thing that makes them quite interesting is because they often use Albillo that gives it a little bit of floral character, which is rather nice,” Gabay says. “The range of grapes is enormous that they can use, so there are a lot of different styles.”

Clarete’s Deep Roots

Clarete is widely speculated to be the original pink wine, long before the term rosé was thrown in the mix. “There’s no way of absolutely proving which style was first,” Gabay says. “It is open for interpretation and it’s my interpretation that clarete was the original.”

While the exact origins of clarete are unknown, early history points to a peasant wine made in small, underground wineries dating back to more than 1,000 years. Its lore is largely a word-of-mouth legacy surrounding this style of wine that used to be ubiquitous in northern Spain and parts of France.

Whether or not it was clarete’s place of origin, clarete is the original wine of Spain’s Ribero del Duero, says Vicente Peñalba, an owner of Finca Torremilanos, Ribera del Duero’s second-oldest winery, founded in 1903. “People didn’t use to produce red wines in this region,” he explains. “They used to blend red and white varieties in order to make light red wines for people to drink.”

Dating back to the 12th century, there are some 10 miles of underground wineries that have been documented in Aranda de Duero, the Ribero del Duero province where Finca Torremilanos is located, Peñalba says. Each underground cellar, or lagar, was where winemaking families would press, blend, ferment, and age all the red and white grapes they had co-fermented in large 1,000- to 2,000-liter barrels. These were easy-drinking, fresh, and light wines meant to be consumed all within their current vintage to make way for the next year’s harvest.

Clarete wines are also interesting from a viticultural perspective. Each family made a signature wine from a specific blend of grapes. These grapes didn’t just get fermented together; they were actually co-planted together, which was a common growing practice before the Industrial Revolution.

Clarete in the Modern Day

Clarete wines languished in the mid-20th century as Spanish wine regions looked to capitalize on market trends, focusing on big reds. In the early 1980s when the Ribero del Duero appellation was officially established, the push for big red wines was so strong that white wine production wasn’t even allowed under the appellation’s regulations. This sparked the removal of a lot of old white grape vines. “They took out some that were 80, 90 years old, and they were great vines, but they took them away to plant Tempranillo,” Peñalba says.

These days, clarete is enjoying a small comeback, with spectacular examples produced across northern Spain, including Ribero del Duero, Rioja, Navarra, and with the most concentration in Cigales. “I think more winemakers right now are taking that risk of making what they actually want; making something that they want to drink,” Dillman says. A perfect example of this is Peñalba’s family’s Finca Torremilanos Ojo de Gallo. “My brother created this wine because it was an opportunity to bring us back to our origins,” says Peñalba. After all, clarete was the first and only wine made by Finca Torremilanos in its early days. And after all these years, it continues to surprise and delight.

5 CLARETE WINES TO TRY

Finca Torremilanos, Ojo de Gallo, Ribero del Duero

This biodynamic winery’s clarete is a blend of Tempranillo, Viura, Albillo, Garnacha, Bobal, Cariñena, Monastrel, and Malvasía from three different 100-year-old vineyards in Ribero del Duero. The grapes are co-fermented in concrete with natural yeasts and the wine is aged in used barrels for 8 to 9 months. No sulphites are added. The Ojo de Gallo has ripe juicy red cherry aromas with red apple, orange peel, and a touch of lime. It’s super fresh with tart acidity and a subtle tannic grip. Average price: $21

Dominio del Aguila, Picaro, Ribera del Duero

Casa Mono sommelier Dillman says “the Picaro is probably my favorite one right now. I think it’s super complex.” This field blend of Tempranillo, Albillo, Garnacha, and Bobal ferments whole-cluster in oak vats with indigenous yeasts, then ages in used French and American oak for 16 months. Its pairing possibilities are expansive and Dillman recommends trying it with crudo, grilled pork, steak tartare, and salmon. Average price: $30

Bodegas Honorio, Lias Finas Clarete, Cordovin, Rioja

Clarete is the flagship style wine of Bodegas Honorio in Rioja and what defines the family winery. Clarete has a long tradition in the Cordovin province of Rioja and winemaker Honorio Rubio celebrates and preserves its legacy. There are three tiers of Honorio wine collections, and the Lias Finas Clarete, made of 60 percent Viura and 40 percent Garnacha, is part of the limited- edition, small-production series made biodynamically. Average Price: $16

Bodegas Hiriart, Elite Rosado, Cigales

Clarete was produced in the first iteration of this historic winery 250 years ago in an underground cellar. Today, the original cave remains restored underneath the new Bodegas Hiriart winery, led by winemaker Patricia Práganos. The Elite Rosado is a blend of Tempranillo and Verdejo from the property’s oldest vineyard, which is 92 years old. Average price: $13

Sortevera, Clarete, Canary Islands

Proof that clarete survives outside of northern Spain, this bottle is a blend of native Canary Islands red and white grapes. Sortevera is practicing organic, uses indigenous yeasts, and their wines have a trademark volcanic minerality and salinity. Average price: $17

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[melonoverlord]

the 50 OC asks for Micah

Their age?

15

Their sexuality/sexual preference?

He’s a repressed bi, but if you’re pretty he wants you.

Any siblings/Only child?

He has one ten year old sister, Cecily, who is better than him in every conceivable way.

Their favourite season?

Winter. He loves sitting inside listening to the rain in the forest, and will sometimes run barefoot in it.

Who were/are their parents/guardians?

He is technically raised by his entire community, but particularly his mother Fina. He never met and dad and probably never will. It doesn’t bother him, its how most kids are raised.

Their gender?

Male

Their date of birth?

February 14, 2002. He’s a Valentine’s Day baby

What clothing style?

Dark jeans and big green sweaters that he can drown in. Also once he learns about onesies, you know that he is walking around in a duck onesie even if its a serious moment.

What is their favourite food after a break-up?

He’s never had a breakup, but if he did it would absolutely be blueberry muffins.

Their favourite thing to do after a break-up?

Again never had a breakup, but he’d probably just sit on his bed while telling himself that this is what he deserves for trying to reach out to people and that his mother was right about how people work.

What happens in the ‘honeymoon phase’ for this character?

There are two steps in the honeymoon phase. Step 1: Avoid boo because you’re worried whether what you’re doing is right and ponder it for days, Step 2: Apologize to said boo and spend every other moment holding boo’s hand and smiling like an idiot, which everyone agrees is a new look for Micah.

How many serious relationships have they been in?

None, he hasn’t even had people he could call friends.

What is their nationality?

Turkish

What languages do they speak?

English, Turkish, Hebrew, Norwegian, and Farsi.

What is their profession/Education?

He was taught in Turkey by his community and grandparents, but is soon to start school at Isladine Academy.

Their favourite comfort food?

Rice pudding. He would help his mom make it whenever it was cold enough to, and he always got to have the first taste.

What’s a food they hate?

Anything with mayonnaise or tomatoes.

Their music taste?

Anything that has ever been in a pokemon game, classical music that have harps in it, and surprisingly traditional Farsi music.

Is there a story behind their name/meaning?

Fina says that she wants him to be the most powerful among his kind, which is why she named him Micah.

Something they do that seems childish to others?

Will doodle on everything he sees. He always has a pen in his hand, even if he’s sitting in a final or a war council.

What is their all-time favourite TV show?

He was never allowed to watch TV, but he would absolutely love MythBusters.

What is their all-time favourite movie?

He loves comic books, so watching the Dark Knight Trilogy would probably make him scream.

How big is their family?

Conventional Family Units aren’t really big where he’s from, so technically he’s family to everyone in the community, but particularly he lives with his grandparents, mom, and little sister.

Are they close to anyone specific in the family?

He would do anything for his mom and Cecily. There are the only people in the world that Micah actively cares about.

Have they got any allergies?

He’s actually extremely allergic to cats.

Are they an emotional person?

Micah has never felt an emotion in his life except “I would die for my family”.

Do they get angry/lose their temper quickly?

He does not know the feeling of anger. No one taught him how to feel it.

What are some of their guilty pleasures?

Pokemon, walking outside barefoot in the rain, drinking way too much cherry coke.

Do they have pets? Do they want pets?

He sometimes saw deer and tried to follow them, but Fina never let him leave the compound. He has a lot of pokemon pets though. His favorite is a Blissey named Beyonce

Do they like kids? Do they want kids/have kids?

He grew up among a lot of kids, but they never really seemed keen to get to know him and he was fine with that, happier to stay inside and read comic books or play with Cecily.

Who’s cuddle buddy are they?

Touch starved Micah is coming for Wisty and Finn and they better get their hugs ready because he is a nuzzler.

Do they have any tattoos?

Nope

Do they have any piercings?

Nope

What is their hair colour? Is it their natural colour?

Dark brown. He’s too much of a dweeb to dye it. So he lives vicariously through Cecily dying it once she gets to the Academy.

Do they like musicals?

Once he gets into more common culture, he’s going to love Tuck Everlasting and Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory. Both the exact amount of zany.

Do they like marmite?

He’s never tried it but it looks gross.

Do they like glitter?

He thinks its pretty but would never use it for him.

Do they believe in the supernatural?

He’s going to an academy for magic users, so he believes most of it.

Have they ever seen a dead body?

Nope. The boy is sheltered.

Have they ever had a near-death experience?

None so far, which he’s extremely grateful for.

Have they ever broken a bone?

He and Cecily were climbing the trees in their forest when he was twelve, and she pushed him off and broke his arm.

What are they like when they’re drunk/what kind of drunk are they?

He will spill the tea on everyone he’s ever met in his life. If you want secrets out of him, get this boy drunk. He will tell you things even you didn’t know about yourself.

Have they ever drunk underage?

His family usually has wine with dinner, so he and Cecily have been drinking since they were kids.

What is the first thing they do when they wake up?

Go to shake Cecily out of bed because he usually wakes up a good three hours before she does. Cecily says its because he’s a vampire.

Do they consider themselves popular?

Hahahahahaha. Even he finds this amusing.

How do they like their tea/coffee?

He likes both with milk and sugar. Coffee is big in Turkey.

What do they smell like?

Trees right after rain, lemon soap, and cherries

Are they a virgin?

He’s a fifteen year old baby who has known a total of 20 people in his life.

Do they wear glasses/contacts?

He probably does, but he forgets them all the time that eventually he’s just resigned that he will never see individual leaves.

Are they good at remembering significant dates? Anniversaries, birthdays etc?

He’s only really good at remembering dates that his mom tells him to remember. Other than that he has no life goals.

[ask-artsy-oncie]

I guess it’s time to overshare again...

Rules: Once you’ve been tagged, you are supposed to write a note with 92 truths about you. At the end choose 25 people to be tagged. tagged by @duckybeth99​

LAST: Last drink: It was probably grapefruit juice lmao Last phone call: Mama Last text message: “https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GQZ70ttAsjM I love you I love you I love you"
 (to my girlfriend) Last song you listened to: MapleStory’s Sleepywood Theme Last time I cried: I’m pretty sure a couple days ago...

HAVE YOU EVER:
 Dated someone twice: Nah, I mean, kinda? Me and my gf took a break a couple years back but it wasn’t like we weren’t planning on coming back to each other... Been cheated on: No. Kissed someone and regretted it: Not as far as I can remember... Lost someone special: Yes...
 Been depressed: :) Been drunk and thrown up: No, I haven’t even had an alcoholic bev outside of a few sips.

IN THE PAST YEAR HAVE YOU:
 Made a new friend: Yes...!! A few..!! Fallen out of love: Depends on what sense you mean that in... I’ve fallen out of love with certain media, a few people I used to call friends, a creative inspiration... but not with my girlfriend...! Laughed until you cried: Absolutely. I drown my sorrows in YouTube comedies. Met someone who changed you: Yeah. A few people, and in a few ways. Found out who your true friends were: I... guess...? I mean I went through that song and dance when I graduated high school so not much has changed... Found out someone was talking about you: Yes.

GENERAL:
 How many people on tumblr do you know in real life?: I don’t know if you mean “outside of tumblr” (like an extensive social time on skype or discord) or literally I have physically met them. I’m just going to leave it to “I can count the number on my hands” because either way that’s true. Do you have any pets?: I have had a lot of pets over the course of my life. My family loves animals and we need a cat to take care of the rodents. It’s mostly been cats, I’ve known... like five cats in the years I’ve been conscious..? We currently only have one left... and then we’ve had four dogs (three at the same time at one point) and currently only have one left. We also currently have a goldfish named Dimples. (who used to be a classroom pet in Mama’s classroom) Do you want to change your name?: Nah, I was named after my grandmother and I value that... The name means a lot to Papa and my family. I do have a masc./neutral name but I don’t consider my legal name my dead name?? Pls don’t be afraid to use it. What time did you wake up this morning?: lmao like 4:30 AM bc cramps are the worst. What were you doing last night?: I drew something right before I went to bed, but other than that, I got my hair bleached and dyed, and was in the process of dyeing some fabric.
 Name something you cannot wait for: halloween halloween hALLOWEEN HALLOWEEN HALLOWEEN!!!!! (+ Halloween at Disneyland lmao) Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: Yes my cat’s name is Tom and I have to yell at him all the time. 
 What’s getting on your nerves right now?: If menstrual cramps and acne could both just stop existing I’d be really happy. Blood type: I don’t know, I got my blood tested recently and they wouldn’t fukcing tell me. All I know is that Papa is an O type so maybe I am too...?? Nickname: Fina/Artsy Relationship status: *inhales* I LOVE MY GF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
 Zodiac sign: Cancer Pronouns: he/him/she/her
 Favorite tv show: I’ve got a lot of favorites... too many favorites, really. I’ll have to compile a list someday... College: SF State. Hair color: Most of my hair is brown, but my bangs are pretty much the bisexual flag. Do you have a crush on someone: I mean....... @duckybeth99 is pretty damn cute~~ But I also have a long list of fictional character crushes too. What do you like about yourself: I guess... I.... like that I have really vivid, lucid dreams...? It’s entertaining, at least...

FIRSTS:
 First surgery: I had to get a baby tooth removed because it refused to fall out. First piercing: I am a virgin in that regard... First sport you joined: I guess ballet/tap, but if you want like a non-performing arts sport, then basketball (which I ended up playing for like 8 years) First vacation: My family went to visit my grandmother in Warshington a couple months after 9/11 so like that was pretty wild... First pair of sneakers: Again like I don’t know how you expect anyone to remember that unless they had a vivid childhood memory concerning their sneakers. Dude, I remember the first time I ate a pack of instant ramen better than I remember my first sneakers. If I had to make an educated guess, they were probably Velcro sneakers because I had an abhorrence for tying my shoes.

Eating: I should be eating breakfast it’s like 6:55 rn... Drinking: And I’ll have some grapefruit juice with that breakfast I’m sure... I’m about to: Make breakfast fuck I’m hungry.... Listening to: The world waking up, birds chirping... and idk the sound of my keyboard is pretty nice too... Want kids: Yes. Get married: Absolutely. Career: Listen I would adore spending the rest of my life as a comic artist, storyboarder, or character designer... I really, that’s what I want to do with my whole entire life. But just... the way things are, doesn’t really feel like I’m going to be able to get there.... So I’ve set myself up a path of getting my credentials to become an art teacher at my local high school and replace the godawful one there now...

WHICH IS BETTER:
 Lips or eyes: Don’t make me choose between that. I love both of those things.... Hugs or kisses: Same. Shorter or taller: Really depends... I like taller guys and shorter girls... (or... I mean... I could BE the taller guy too I am 100% A-OK with that.) Older or younger: Yeah this makes me uncomfortable, so I’m gonna pretend this is a general life question and I gotta say adulthood is rather underrated if you can keep your childhood interests in your heart. Basically I have money now and that’s pretty baller. Romantic or spontaneous: Romantic. Sensitive or loud: Sensitive... Loud is fine but I like when people are emotionally open... Hook up or relationship: Mama always said not to date anyone I couldn’t see myself marrying... Troublemaker or hesitant: Idk I’m chill with both, but I guess with hesitant people you got yourself more of a chance of staying alive haha

HAVE YOU EVER:
 Kissed a stranger: No.
 Drank hard liquor: Nope. Lost glasses/contacts: Of course, I do that all the fucking time, all the FUCKING TIME. Sex on first date: ...I am a virgin in that regard, as well... Broken someone’s heart: Yes, I know for sure that I have. Been arrested: No. Turned someone down: Yes, and the entire situation was unpleasant as fuck please do not ask me to elaborate on that ever. Fallen for a friend: My girlfriend is my friend ;)

DO YOU BELIEVE:
 In yourself: Complicated, next question. Miracles: To a degree, yeah. Love at first sight: Yeah, but I’m a goddamned romantic *shrugs* Heaven: ehhh.... another Complicated.

TAG: I don’t know 25 people to tag. I guess some mutuals would be @tisbubb, @xxthederptorxx, @lastoneout, @ilananight, and @chanditoys (only if you guys want to!) other than that uuuuhhhhhhhh if you reading this and you wanna, go ahead lmao I can’t stop you.

[negandarylsatisfaction]

[overnightheartbeats]

serafina ! 

they were far from happily married. at least in private. as far as the public knew, their families had happily merged together through their marriage and love. fina snorted at the idea. there was no way she’d ever marry him if given the choice. he was much too uptight for her– nothing at all like her.     “no one’s happily married here. i don’t think that even really exists.”    she rolled her eyes, hugging a pillow to her chest. the world was still spinning, but at least it went away slightly when she stilled her movements on the couch.    “you’re probably just not as good a negotiator as you thought you were.”     her jabs at the male weren’t really because she disliked him. part of her knew they were both suffering the same thing, but she also disliked the fact that he went along with it– not that either of them were really given a choice.     “ugh. this is all so dumb! i never wanted to be married! like, ever!”     the girl groaned loudly as she sat up too quickly, leaving her to suffer the brief head rush from it.    

“Now there’s something I can agree with,” he scoffed. The idea of a happy marriage was far-fetched; there’s a reason James didn’t formalize things with people. He was careful, only to end up married anyway. Unbelievable. He set the glass down on the coffee table, “if you have so much criticism, you should go negotiate instead then,” James remarked. He felt foolish having this conversation with a drunk girl that probably wouldn’t even remember tomorrow. Either way, being sober for this conversation and hearing her criticism was not making her any more likable. “Funny, neither did I but the merge is necessary to keep the companies afloat so unless you want to leave your luxury life, we need to keep this up. Besides, I can’t babysit you and help out at work..you’re not making this easy.”