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mor-beck-more-problems · 4 years ago

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Forget Me Not || Morgan & Vic

TIMING: Current

PARTIES: @natusvincere & @mor-beck-more-problems

SUMMARY: The women gather more than just weeds and thorns when Vic comes to visit. Maybe we should have stayed home. :/

CONTAINS: Brief references to homophobia

Morgan set her basket down in the garden and brushed the frost from Deirdre’s pansies as she made herself comfortable in the earth for weeding. She was here to tend her own patch of witch hazel and tending to her lavender saplings, which were sectioned off only by placement, indistinguishable to everyone but her and Deirdre. She tended the yellow buds and tender stalks with swift, decisive care, until she heard her guest come through the gate.

“Over here!” She called. Strangely, she hadn’t been all that surprised when Vic wanted to do something calm, even gentle, on their friend date. She came off as brusque and dismissive online, but the times Morgan had seen her at the local art gallery, her look was so thoughtful and sad. She didn’t strike Morgan as someone with a thirst for violence so much as someone in pain. Of course, this was exactly why Morgan thought keeping sharp on her training skills with Victoria would be a good idea, but she didn’t have enough drive in the idea to push for it. She would rather heal herself than stay on her toes, expecting violence sooner than later. No, this was better.

When her friend came through the gate, Morgan waved and beckoned her over. “If it’s too cold for you, we can always duck inside. I’ll have you know I am a very good cook.”

Morgan Beck was certainly an anomaly in White Crest. In a world full of annoying, nosy fools who always seemed to have a sinister endgame, Morgan offered a calm, gentle contrast that Vic wasn’t sure she’d ever been used to. Though Morgan was still at arm’s length, it wasn’t often that Vic let anyone get so close, not in a genuine way, at least. There was too much risk- of abandonment, of death, of someone lurking in the shadows, ready to whisk the happiness away in a heartbeat. And then there was the problem of Morgan’s obvious lack of a beating heart, stirring questions deep in Vic of the morality of the situation. She refused to become friends with a vampire (ignoring the pull for friendship she often felt for Fran, what a ridiculous, weak thought). Morgan never questioned her request for an evening gardening session, free from the threat of the sun, which was also slightly alarming.

Even as she walked up to the address Morgan provided her, she wasn’t quite sure she’d stay. But then Morgan’s voice was beckoning her over, and Vic rolled her eyes as if closing the distance between them was an inconvenience. “I thought you needed help gardening”, she said, glancing toward the small studio behind Morgan and trying to hide her disappointment at the thought of a change of plans. “I mean, if you’re cold, it’s fine, but I’m okay.” She blinked, pulling gardening gloves out of her pocket, not giving Morgan a chance to protest. “What do you like to cook?”, she asked as she slipped them on.

Morgan grinned sheepishly. “I’m pretty sure what I actually said was, I’d really appreciate it if you would garden with me, since you seem to know so much about it.” She didn’t need help so much as she wanted to get to know Vic better. There was something familiar about the woman, a loneliness that seemed, to Morgan, to ache as much as it bristled. Morgan wanted to slip her hand past all the thorns and brambles Vic planted around her and clear just enough room for her to realize this was no way to be. Whatever she feared or grieved, it could be okay. “But you don’t need to sound so disappointed. There’s plenty of work here to keep us occupied for an hour or two.” She gestured to the weeds and the azaleas in need of watering. “But any longer and we probably will have to duck inside so you--we--don’t catch a chill or anything, huh?” As for her cooking, Morgan opted to claim the pride she held in her accomplishments. “Oh, lots of things. I bake a lot of pie and pastry, so I’m starting to get into the savory variety of those. And some traditional Irish dishes, for my girlfriend. But she says everything I make tastes good, so I’m not sure how successful they really are.”

“We don’t need to argue semantics”, Vic said, sending Morgan a stern glance. She didn’t know how to respond to the compliments or kindness, it was too much to think about. It was more useful to ignore them all together. If Morgan was going to continue to be sickeningly sweet, she better get used to that reaction. She let out a phantom breath at the sight of the weeds, happy to get started clearing them away with expert hands. There was something peaceful about the act- some sort of silent therapy in cleaning up the weeds of the physical world when the ones that wrapped themselves up inside her heart and stomach sat there so stubbornly. She furrowed her eyebrows at Morgan’s small slip-up, wondering what she meant. “If you insist… but I don’t know how long I’ll stay”, she warned. Truth be told, getting cozy inside of Morgan’s studio with a small bite sounded nice, even if she could live without the eating. But the risk that came with it was greater than it was worth.

She had been working rather absent mindedly, only half listening to Morgan’s rambling, when one word stuck out to her like a bell in a storm of silence. “You have a girlfriend”, she asked, her hands pausing among the weeds. “I didn’t realize you were… I didn’t realize you weren’t…” she swallowed, clearing her throat awkwardly. “That’s… nice for you. Do you...enjoy having a girlfriend?”

Morgan looked sidelong at Vic as she froze and sputtered over the mention of the word ‘girlfriend.’ “Is the phrase you’re looking for, ‘not hetero’? Not all lesbians look like Ellen, Vic. Some of us like wearing skirts sometimes. Some of us even wear lipstick.” Laughing, she smacked her pink painted lips to emphasize her point. She stopped pretending to work and shifted so she could sit and look at Vic straight on. She didn’t know what kind of uncomfortable the woman had fallen into, if it was just embarrassment or latent homophobia or something more tragic.

“I’m in love, Vic,” she said after a while. “I spent most of my adolescence convinced that the sheer magnitude of my gay was a literal curse on my family, and then the next ten or so years being closeted and awkward and afraid and pretty much all the time after that being convinced that even with Don’t Ask Don’t Tell repealed, even with Obergefell v. Hodges, I was just not a person made to share a whole life with someone. And I did everything I was supposed to, I made do, I tried as much as I could be brave enough to try, but I was practically forty without a relationship lasting longer than six months. Dating for all people is hard, but for me, and probably for a lot of queer gals...it’s a different kind of hard. And then I fell in love, and in spite of our mountains of trauma, our fears, we fit in such a way that...it’s like being held. She looks at me, she smiles at me, she touches my hair or squeezes my hand or says something and it’s like being held. It’s a kind of safety I didn’t know I could have.” She shrugged and fished out her phone to show Vic the lock screen: Deirdre laying sprawled on a window seat in their home, all three cats sleeping peacefully on her, as she looked up at the camera with an adoring, sleepy look on her face, in that bright instant when she realized she was being photographed and composed her face. Morgan had been going for a candid shot, but she was still beautiful, still warm, still herself, and that alone made the image worth keeping. “If you’d told me that this would be my life even a year ago, I would’ve thought you were being cruel. But not every surprise life throws at you is a bad one.”

Morgan looked good and hard at Vic, trying to guess if anything had changed, if she suddenly had one foot out the door, if she should let her. “At the end of the day, I feel like everyone deserves to be known, and understood, and loved. Even if it’s just for a little while. Life is so fleeting, and there is so much beyond our control, but nothing else, people should be loved, by whoever they want, however they want, however the magic of attraction or understanding works out.” She held her gaze, still searching. “How do you feel about it? Have you ever been in love, Vic?”

“Ellen is insufferable”, Vic muttered. Her hands returned to busying themselves with the weeds, but Vic’s ears were focused on the rambling falling from Morgan’s heart. Love. She was in love, with a woman, so openly and freely without a goddamn care in the world. Still, her naivety sparked something inside of the woman, and despite her best efforts, she let her eyes land on Morgan’s, taking in every word as if they were the sweetest sounds she’d heard in years. Maybe they were. She let the rest of the world believe the was aloof about politics and world events, but she could admit, at least to herself, that she had much of the same reaction when the United States seemed to offer more and more rights to LGBT couples in the last 20 years than they had in her near 500 years on this Earth. It was both exciting and frightening. She hadn’t realized it, but she was nodding at Morgan’s words with a silent expression on her face, one that told Morgan she related more than she was willing to admit. Her features softened even more at the picture she was offered, and it was all she could do not to reach out and snatch the phone from Morgan’s hands. There was so much hope in her voice- so much warmth and love and happiness. And then the way she spoke of her girlfriend, as if nothing more in the world mattered, as if everything made sense in her arms, it sounded so much like-

No. No, no, no, no. She wouldn’t think of her. She would not think of that time in her life. It was frivolous, useless, tragic, awful, devastating, painful...

Seemingly suddenly, she stood up, looking away from Morgan with hard, angry features. Her beat of silence lasted an uncomfortable amount of time. “Love doesn’t exist, Morgan”, she said finally, her voice devoid of emotion. “It’s the harsh truth. Better you realize that now, than to have your heart broken down the road.” She turned away from her willing the moisture in her eyes to disperse without her bringing attention to it. “I’m sorry I have to be the one to tell you, but that’s how it is.”

Morgan saw the pain and the longing in Vic’s face as she finally met her eyes. So, it wasn’t homophobia. Or if so, not the kind she wanted to send people away over. She followed Vic to her feet, waiting for the admission, as if it wasn’t already telegraphed by the tears shining in her eyes. “Vic...” Morgan whispered.

And then she spoke, stiff and hard as the shears she’d been handling a second ago.

“Of course it exists,” she replied, soft and patient. There was no arguing, just as you wouldn’t get worked up over reminding someone that the sun hung in the sky and flowers needed light and water to grow. She walked around to face Vic again. Whatever pain the woman was running from, she wanted to look at it with her, to understand where it had come from and how deeply it was buried. “Love is as real as air, or flowers fooled by a false spring…” she offered Vic a purple bloom from her hand, a gift, and a point. “I think some part of you knows that, too. Or you did once. What I don’t understand right now is who convinced you of such an awful lie, and what made you choose to say that to me just now.” She tilted her head and leaned in, anything to make the woman look at her. “Can you tell me, Vic?”

Vic scoffed out a laugh at Morgan’s insistence, looking to the side with a cynical shake of her head. Love- long, everlasting love, was a fantasy, and Morgan was fooling herself. In a cruel life that lasted forever, everything had an end. And fate, with her twisted, evil intent, liked to make sure the end of happy things like love were especially tragic. She let her eyes fall on the flower offered to her, but her hand didn’t budge to reach for it, no matter how much it ached to. Instead, her eyes finally found Morgan’s, a mix of anger and sorrow gleaming from them. Why was she doing this? Morgan didn’t know anything about her, and somehow she sat here, gently demanding the truth- as if talking things out could make centuries of sorrow disappear. “I convinced myself. Nothing happened, nothing is wrong, this is just something one knows. You’re living in a fantasy, Morgan. And nothing will come out of it but pain.” She blinked, watching Morgan and waiting. Waiting for her to demand that she leave, to tell her they’d never speak again thanks to her outburst. When nothing seemed to happen, she let out an annoyed huff. “I didn’t come here to discuss personal lives. I came here to garden. If we’re not going to do that, I suppose I’ll just leave.”

The anguish in Vic’s expression was only too recognizable to Morgan. She inched closer, as if she could read her trauma in her pores if she squinted hard enough. “People don’t convince themselves of anything that awful for no reason,” she said quietly. She flinched back as Vic flexed her cold stiffness, shutting Morgan out.

“You asked me,” she said. “I said one thing about fucking Irish stew, actually less than that! And then you asked me! Why is that? Is it because you’ve shut yourself so much that hearing about other people’s happiness is the only thing you have left? Because there’s nothing stopping you from being happy, Vic. You could have someone, you could at least have hope, if you weren’t spending all your energy into being like this. But why try to crush my happiness, why try to argue with me that everything I have isn’t real? Does it make you feel better when other people are as sad and hurt as you are, or do you actually think that you’re the only person who understands the world? Oh, stars, or better yet, are you actually so naive as to think that suffering makes you wise? Because I have some big news, teenage drama queen!”

She stared at the woman, searching and accusing. Her mouth throbbed with anger. She didn’t know this woman half as well as she thought she did. She hadn’t imagined that she could be cruel. Not to her, not with this much determination. But there was something in Vic that made them similar too, she reminded herself. She could see it in the water glazing her eyes, in the clench of her jaw. It was so much work, it must get exhausting sometimes, even if it had become muscle memory. She softened and breathed slowly. Her body didn’t need it, but it was a good distraction for her mind. She’d been caught off guard, and so she’d been hurt, but she didn’t know this woman. She didn’t have all the pieces she needed to understand any more than Vic had all the pieces to understand her. She had no idea how insulting she’d been, and so Morgan couldn’t hold that against her.

“You aren’t the only person who has suffered, Vic,” she said, her voice calm and even now. “And my decision to be happy, to love someone, doesn’t mean that I’ve been living some kind of gay Nancy Meyers fairy tale. You don’t know a thing about what I’ve lost or what pits scraped myself out of. I know what it feels like to have nothing, to have only your own suffering for company. I know. But I’m not going to play some cynicism game to prove it to you. I want to be your friend, and I don’t need you to see everything like I do…” Not yet, anyway. “But you don’t have to be so cruel. I don’t think I’ve done anything to deserve that, and I don’t think that’s the person you really are anyway.”

Vic stood there, stoic and unblinking as Morgan unleashed onto her. Her jaw was clenched and she swallowed hard, but she refused to let emotion show on her face. This was, despite the swirl of emotions dancing deep in her chest, each of Morgan’s accusations stirring a new wave of recognizable dread. Morgan was speaking as if she knew her, as if they were friends, as if they had some deep connection that Vic had just severed by saying how she felt.

She was speaking the truth, and it was all too much to handle. She scoffed out a bitter laugh, shaking her head at the name calling. Morgan’s grandmother wasn’t even alive when Vic was a teenager.

There was a moment after Morgan’s calm words, a beat that hung in the air between them, but it was directly followed up with the storm that was Vic. “Are you done?” she asked, her voice coming out with more uneasy gravel than she intended. “You’re the one being dramatic if you think me offering words of advice is so offensive.” The words fell out of her mouth like lava, burning and vicious and unstoppable. Later, when she was alone in the dark of the night, she’d bore over them, wondering why, why, why she didn’t ever stop. “You don’t know a goddamn thing about me. Everything you think you know is made up in your head to make things seem nicer. I haven’t suffered, to burst your bubble, I’m just a shitty fucking person. We’re not friends!” The silence that followed was deafening, encompassing, suffocating. They weren’t friends, they never would be, because there was nothing friendly or lovable she could offer. She wiped at her eyes, finding tears there once more. Weak. With a flare of her nostrils, she turned on her heels, running out of Morgan’s garden in double the time it’d taken her to arrive. Going there, thinking something nice would come out of it, was a mistake, and she was sure she’d never be back.

#wr vic #wr chatzy #wr vic chatzy #wickedswriting

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hedgehog-o-brien · 6 years ago

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Popping the question

So you wanted to be productive today? Then whatever you do, don’t think about how the LITs, in various universes and configurations, would propose to each other. But now that you ARE thinking about that, here’s my two cents because I”m a hopeless romantic and also an idiot, so you can spare yourself some trouble.

(Cross posted to AO3 here!)

Jacob and Ezekiel

Two words; museum dates. They’re kind of a thing for the two of them, because Jake likes to look at paintings and Ezekiel likes to look at shiny things and the security surrounding it. The Louvre, the Met, the Prado, the Uffizi & the Galleria Accademia, the Hermitage; they’ve seen a lot of the world’s finest art by now, but there’s still one that’s missing from their list.

So one day, they go to the Rijksmuseum in Amsterdam. And they wander past Vermeer, and Jan Steen, and Frans Hals, and Rembrandt and it’s great. It’s perfect. The art is beautiful, the security measures are top-notch but by no means impossible to crack and so they are both having a great time.

And finally, they get to the room where the Night Watch is. Rembrandt’s masterpiece and the one painting Jake has not shut up about since they started planning this trip. But it’s funny: the room is completely empty and devoid of tourists and guards, so Ezekiel almost cracks a joke about this being too easy, when Jake stops him and oh no.

And Jake starts his little speech about how Ezekiel means more to him than any masterpiece in the world and he’s holding a ring and Ezekiel has to cut him off right then and there because you are such a sap cowboy and also yes holy shit yes.

(Yes, Jake emailed the museum director to ask if they would please be so kind as to clear out the Night Watch room for half an hour so he could propose to his boyfriend. The name Oliver Thompson gets a lot of shit done).

Once he’s put the ring on, Ezekiel doesn’t stop crying until they’ve left the museum and are back at their hotel. Jacob tries to make fun of him, but gets through a whopping five seconds before he gives in and kisses him instead (so Ezekiel won’t see he’s on the verge of bawling as well)

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Ezekiel and Cassandra

Cassandra’s super secret Christmas wish? Getting all dolled up and going to a Christmas gala like the ones her parents used to host. When she was little, sneaking out of her bedroom and hiding herself away on the landing so she could peek into the room below, that had always seemed to be the most magical and amazing thing to her and she could not wait to grow up and be a part of that.

Well. That didn’t happen, but the secret little wish remained, even if she tried her hardest to convince herself it was silly, and it probably wasn’t even that much fun and who wants to spend all night sipping champagne while you can feel the blisters forming in your high heels anyway?

Enter Ezekiel Jones. Who has a knack for finding out secrets and then not laughing at them, but instead shows up two weeks later with two tickets to a charity ball held on the Friday before Christmas and oh would you look at that, all proceeds are going to a foundation that’s dedicated to battling childhood cancer so how on earth could Cassandra say no?

(’That’s cheating,’ Cassandra says, when she’s done sniffing and wiping her eyes. ‘Of course it is,’ Ezekiel grins back)

And Ezekiel hadn’t meant to go about it like this. He really honestly just wanted Cassandra to have a great night and then take her back home for a more private Christmas celebration, but the room around him is a haze of golden light, the orchestra music is floating through the air and he is slow dancing with Cassandra in his arms and he smells nothing but warmth and love and the barest hint of strawberries so he just blurts it out. ‘Marry me?’

He tries to backtrack, tries to turn it into an if-situation: if he asks her and does it properly, with the ring and the speech and the going down on one knee, will she say yes? But Cassandra shakes her head, kisses his cheek and tells him that he doesn’t have to because she’ll say yes right now. So that’s settled then.

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Cassandra and Jacob

There is one person on the planet who is more of a hopeless romantic than Jacob Stone, and that is Cassandra Cillian. So, frankly, once Jake realizes that this is something he is going to do, he knows he can pick any location from the book and she’ll love it. He can ask her in Paris, or on top of the Empire State Building, or in the Hayden Planetarium and she’ll be over the moon.

So Jake decides to have a little bit of harmless fun with her.

He takes her on a surprise trip to Paris, booking the most romantic hotel he could find. They go to the Eiffel Tower, take an evening cruise along the Seine, reenact Hunchback songs in front of the Notre Dame and, in short, have the sweetest and most rose-tinted 48 hours a pair of Librarians can have. (And don’t think Jake doesn’t see how Cassandra keeps side-eyeing him. She loves it, but she’s expecting something more and that is exactly the point).

And then they get back to the Annex and life continues as normal.

Two weeks later, Jake takes her to New York for their date night. And Cassandra lived in New York, but she has never been to the top of the Empire State Building. The view is amazing, the night is chilly enough that they have to stand close together, with Cassandra wrapped up in Jake’s arms and all in all, it’s a pretty good date.

But then they get back to the Annex. And the next day, they get back to work.

And Jake pretends not to notice the tiny dismayed expression that Cassandra is sporting that day, but he does see it and he bites back his grin. Because another two weeks later, he is taking her to the Hayden Planetarium. It’s her favorite place on earth, and she is his favorite person so this should have been the perfect occasion.

But even when a star-studded sky stretches overhead and Cassandra gazes up in awe and wonder at the picture she has seen a hundred times, Jake doesn’t go down on one knee.

On the way out of the Planetarium, Cassandra has to tell herself very firmly that it doesn’t make sense to be this disappointed and it does not make sense at all to have a lump in her throat and a heavy feeling in her stomach because she’s already got more than she ever dared to hope for, so what more could she even want?

Jake asks her if she’s okay and she nods, not even noticing his smile when he holds open the Back Door for her.

And then Cassandra steps into the Annex and sees. About a million candles, which is usually not a good idea in a room with so many books, an ungodly amount of rose petals (it seems someone by name of Ezekiel Jones might have gone a little overboard with them, but Jake doesn’t even care at the moment) and, in the middle of it all, a small velvet box waiting for her on top of her desk.

‘I could’ve asked you anywhere,’ Jake says, pressing the sweetest of kisses to her cheek, ‘but I kinda wanted to do it at home.’

(And after Cassandra has called him an asshole about a hundred times and also punched him a little, her answer is definitely yes).

Cassandra + Ezekiel + Jacob

This time, Cassandra is the first to get the word out. They’re getting ready for Christmas dinner, the three of them, after spending all day in the kitchen together so tensions might be running a little high, because they’re all perfectionists but none of them are what you’d call professional chefs. After Jacob caught Ezekiel just in time before he put the tomato soup through the strainer, and after Cassandra had to swat Jacob’s hand before he dipped his finger into the boiling hot salted caramel sauce, it’s honestly a Christmas miracle they’ve managed to put food on the table at all.

But food is served, grace is said, the tomato soup is ladled into three polka dotted bowls and then, Cassandra reaches into the pocket of her dress, tucks a strand of hair behind her hear, blows out a breath and plonks a small black box on the festively dressed dinner table.

‘I know it’s not really the girl’s thing to do,’ she starts, but then stops again because Jake, looking baffled, is reaching ever so slowly into his own pocket to get out a very similar little box. And Ezekiel, watching this unfold in stunned silence, gets up without a word, vanishes into the bedroom for all of five seconds and then comes back, holding something square and small in his hand and setting it on the table next to the other two.

‘Guess great minds think alike, huh,’ Jake manages to say, right before Ezekiel starts to crack up, followed by Cassandra and soon, they are all three doubled over with laughter, so much that they can’t exactly be sure whether that is causing the tears to stream down their cheeks or maybe it’s something else.

They all say yes, though, once they get their breath back. They all say yes and Jake and Ezekiel even let Cassandra voice the question, since she is the one that started it. After which, they each pick the ring they like the best to wear on their finger and wear the other two on a delicate silver chain around their neck, so no one gets left out. It’s a bit of a mismatch, since they all went for slightly different ring styles, but that doesn’t matter. It’s only fitting, after all.

#fanfiction #the librarians #jacob stone #ezekiel jones #cassandra cillian

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jungkookio · 7 years ago

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@literally-just-yoongi-trash 💖 @literaltae @lovhobe @lovjeon @manggaejams 💖 @mangosuga 💖 @marudesaurius 💖 @melaninbam 💖 @micdrop-bts @min-yoongle @minjiminin @minmayhem 💖 @minsuga--genius 💖✨ @minsyugga @minyoongistummy @bbyyoonseok @mnet-anti 💖 @moonkth @moonm0chi @myxxngi 💖 @namjoonned @namjoonsbby 💖 @namjun @namsgi @namujeon 💖 @nicejimin @noona4bts @noxiim 💖✨ @ohteahyung @okhobi @omfgbts 💖 @otpvmin 💖 @parkejimins @parkjiminivan @pastel--woozi @peachesjoonie 💖 @petitmin @philophobia999 💖 @pinkhoodiemark 💖 @pinkths @pjminis @pjmksj @pjungkook @prettymochi 💖

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@rainkth @rainpjm @raplinesgf 💖 @rapmonstor @rapmunstar @reihyung @rosykook 💖 @s--yub @saintminyoongi @samwol 💖 @selflessjin @serendimin 💖 @shelovesjjk 💖 @shutupkookie @silkguk 💖 @sleepynamjoon @smolmini 💖 @snowchuu @soft-jihoonie @softglowtae 💖 @softguk @spookedrice 💖 @spookyagustd @spookypjms 💖 @sugahyung @sugaidc 💖 @suganochu @sugas-noona @sugass @sugasuite 💖 @ta3taetae @taeboos @taegonia @taekookiesandcream 💖 @taemiamor @taenity @taesflower @taetwin @taewitch @tahyungs @tanktoptiger 💖 @tiamojimin @timinnie @ttaegiis @ttaewo @tvehyungs-gf

U - Z

@useoyaji @vampirm 💖✨ @vanillalattaes 💖✨ @velvethoseok 💖 @vendettafrank @vickafrank @vocalkookie 💖 @warmjins @whysuga @winktaes 💖 @xseokjiin @yoongg-e @yoongisnugget 💖 @yoongiyi @yoongsb 💖 @yoongster 💖 (im in denial)

✨ special mentions ✨

apricotmin

jia, i really do appreciate you so much and im so happy we’re able to communicate the way we do, i’m glad things are getting better for you and i hope they continue to!! you deserve to be so happy n i hope you have an amazing day ily <333

blumiin

nine, i’ve said it time and time again but you really are one of the sweetest people i’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing and i appreciate you so much, you warm my heart and i hope you smiled today because you deserve to smile all the time, ily <333

hobiloween

rose, we only became mutuals fairly recently but i just wanted to let you know that youre one of the funniest people i’ve ever come across and you make me laugh and smile all the time so i appreciate you so much for that, i hope you make yourself smile too, ily <333

hoodiejungkook

melissa, you know i could go on for hours but im gonna keep it brief, youre one of my absolute favourite people on this trashsite, you really do mean so much to me and i hope from the bottom of my heart that you have an amazing and joy-filled life because you deserve nothing short of the best, ily <333

jiminyoongs

fran, i could write a feature length novel on how much i love you but i dont have the time rn so im just gonna say that i value you so much and you never fail to put a smile on my face, i can always trust you to know how im feeling and i appreciate you endlessly, ily <333

minsuga--genius

katy, youve been with me in this hellhole for so long now and honestly ive loved every moment of it, youre such a bright and wonderful person and i wouldnt trade you for the world, youve helped make my time on tumblr so great and youre so fucking funny its ridiculous, ily <333

noxiim

karyn, i will never shut up about how unbelievably talented you are, you inspire me to no end. not to mention youre breathtakingly beautiful and on top of all that youre one of the most down to earth people ive ever spoken to, i appreciate you so much and i hope you have a beautiful day, ily <333

vampirm

richie, i would literally eat a brick for you no hesitation, youre such a wonderful presence in my life and i value you with my heart, youve made me smile more times than i can count and you always make me feel better when im low, i appreciate you more than you realise, ily <333

vanillalattaes

fahreen, i dont know where to begin because my heart honestly has your name on it, i truly consider you a friend and youve grown to be such an important person to me, i hope that you are always happy and that we can continue to be chaotic and soft with eachother for a very long time, you mean the absolute world to me, ily <333

#oooookay that took literal hours but hey ily all sosososo much and this is the least i can do to say thank u #once again u get a shitty little header bc its all i know how to do #and why not keep with tradition hey #thank u so much for another thousand #i dont know what i ever did to deserve u all #but i am endlessly grateful #if you didnt get a heart or a message im sorry #we just probably havent interacted v much #and if i did messages for everyone would be here for weeks so im rlly sorry <3333 #follow forever #post

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jungkookio · 7 years ago

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this is like th ugliest thing ive ever drawn but !! i hit another milestone a lil while back so its time to give some love back <3

@all my mutuals: i love every single one of u, each of u has so many wonderful qualities and regardless of whether we’ve been mutuals for days or for months, i appreciate u so much and i hope u have an amazing day, keep doing u !! <3

bolded and italicized = u have a special place in m heart

💖 = special mentions (scroll to the bottom <3)

#-A

@13jimins @175pjm @1oyalty @2pinebreaker @2suga @4hobii @4yoong @4yxing @7boyss @93-jpg @9yoong @adoreseokjin @aekth @ahoneyyboy @ahoneyyboyy @almondyoongi @alyoongi @angustdissin @applehairtae @apricotmin 💖 @aragyeom @arrozon @artistictae @at-dawns

B-C

@babygukk @badgalyoongi @baek0ok @bangtanhugs @bangthetanboys @blumiin 💖 @bts-vtaemins @btsjikooksaranghagu @btsofmyheart @btsparkles @btsrapjin @btsxlami @busanbfs @busanjk @busansdaegu @bwiminkook @cataehyung @cherryprincejin @chiquitae @chokemeseokjin @chvnjiny @cinnamonsuga @cinnawon @ciutae @cozynamjoon @cryjeon @cuteseokjin

D-H

@daegusoftboys @dailyjungkooks @defendkimseokjin @deletaed @denouemin @eternaljimin @existentialjimin @fantasies-of-euphoria @fapmonster @floral-hobi @fluffyliontae @fluff-tae @gamjin @goldseok @greyhairedtaehyung @gukiee @harunyany @heolseoks @hiimcaroline @hobikookie @hobithighs @hobsbf @honeychai @hoodiejungkook 💖 @hosehobi @hoseok1e @hoseokjung @hypetae

I-J

@icedrice @ilovbangtan @iluvkth @its-suga-sweet @itschims @itskimtaehyung @iweedu @je0n @jellyfishes @jeon-core @jeonbia @jeongk @jeonjeongguke @jeonnings @jeonsgguks @jeonyoons @jhbts @jhyo @jihoonful @jimeolk @jiminap @jiminiephile @jiminsangel @jiminsoftgf @@jiminyoongs 💖 @jiminzinho @jimissi @jinbaby @jineatthis @jinnies @jinsasleep @jinsthighs @jinswings @jnqkook @joeguk @joonjulyagustd @jungkooknoises @jxdoraa

K-M

@kainks @kc-junghsk @kiimtaehyungs @kimnaamjoonie @kimtae95s @kimvitae @kingdoyoungs @kissgyu @kisskook @kookmiinie @kooknochu @kooks-gf @liegf @literally-just-yoongi-trash @literaltae @lovjeon @manggaejams @mangosuga @marudesaurius @melaninbam @min-yoongle @minjiminin @@minmayhem 💖 @minsuga--genius 💖 @minsyugga @minyoongistummy @minyooongii @moonkth @moonm0chi @morejinplease @mylovejhs

N-P

@naamjoodle @namjoonned @namsgi @namujeon @nicejimin @noona4bts @@noxiim 💖 @ohteahyung @omfgbts @otpvmin @parkejimins @parkjiminivan @pastel--woozi @pbandj-hope @philophobia999 @pinkhoodiemark @pjminis @pjmksj @pjungkook @prettymochi

R-S

@rainpjm @rapmonstor @rapmunstar @reihyung @rosykook @s--yub @saintminyoongi @salty-seoltang @selflessjin @serendimin @shelovesjjk @shutupkookie @silkguk @snowchuu @soft-jihoonie @softguk @softykook @sugahyung @sugaidc @suganochu @sugas-noona @sugass @sugasuite @syubii

T-Z

@ta3taetae @taeboos @taegonia @taekookiesandcream 💖 @taenity @taepott @taesbiwi @taesflower @taetwin @tahyeung @tahyungs @tiamojimin @timinnie @trickstersweet @ttaegiis @ttaewo @tvehyungs-gf @useoyaji @vanillalattaes 💖 @velvethoseok 💖 @vendettafrank @vickafrank @warmjins @whysuga @winktaes @xseokjiin @yoongg-e @yoongisnugget @yoongiyi @yoongsb @yoongster @yoonmin-smile @yoonngi

💖 💖 💖 special mentions 💖 💖 💖

apricotmin - jia, ur an absolute sweetheart, thank u so much for my letter, i just got it !! ill be writing back to you asap, you’re working so hard at the minute!! i hope things arent too stressful, u deserve to be so so so happy, please look after yourself as much as you can ily <3

blumiin - nine youre one of the kindest most down to earth people i have ever had the pleasure of knowing, and i know i say this all the time but i really mean it because you go out of your way to do the nicest things for people, ily to the moon n back <3

hoodiejungkook - mel u already know how much i love u, i wld literally die for u at this point honestly ur th real mvp, i can always trust that u noticed that 0.000032 second eye contact and are screaming about it just as much as i am and u know what that means bitxch... soulmates, astounding, ily <3

jiminyoongs - fran i fuckckcing love u so much what the HECK honestly u just attack me all the fucking time but in th cutest funniest way ?? i ?? love ?? it ?? bully me some more sis (this is some stockholm syndrome type shit fran what have u done) anyways uh i wld eat a shoe for u <3

minmayhem - ken ur my no.1 sinner, my go-to if i ever wanna just yell about The Gays and u kno why i love u, cause u yell right back pal, u feed my screaming,im nourished, also ur a weeb and i need some of that good good weeb content, us weebs gotta stick together ~~s-s-s-senpai uwu

minsuga--genius - katy ur a whole damn angel i swear to god, ur one of the softest bitxches i know n rlly m heart is so warm for u, ur always out there hyping me in ur tags n i appreciate u so much, i know we truly bonded over HOC so if u ever wna break ur heart some more hmu, i have a whole list sis... also ur hair looks so fuckin good, stan beauty stan katy, ily <3

noxiim - karyn you are so ridiculously talented and beautiful and kind??? what can’t you do, honestly ur an icon, ur art is so beautiful and inspiring and i would buy everything in ur shop if my bank account would allow it, its all so pretty !! (also i noticed, u draw eyebrows the same way you do ur own and i think thats rlly cute??) anyways ily <3

taekookiesandcream - nikia, you !! are !! so !! wholesome !! and i absolutely love u for it,youre constantly brightening up my days with cute little tags and messages and honestly youre so adorable like thats some angelic shit right there ur rlly in m heart wow :((( ily <3

vanillalattaes - fahreen m chaotic evil 99 line partner in crime bitxch who i love so much!!! (thts ur new nickname i think its rlly catchy n chic js) i wld actually do anything for u like, u kno sis, i dont need to tell u, u kno how much ilove u,but u kno im gonna go and tell u anyway cause ur a whole fckn queen and u deserve the world, i hope ur always happy, n that if u ever arent it only lasts a lil while and that u can get back to smiling asap, ily <3

velvethoseok - kate you are one of the sweetest people i know, i can always count on u to make me smile n thats why ur so important, ur so positive and bright and youre just this friendly, approachable person, i feel like everyone of ur followers just wants to be ur pal, n i dont blame them, ur great n ily <3

#if ur not bolded then it doesnt mean i dont like u it just means we probably havent talked as much ajshvbdhbchdbksnl ily <3333 #also i usually do more hearts but its rlly late so im sorry i couldnt do more #i wld do everyone if i could #it aint a follow forever but that swhat im tagging it as cause its m blog m rules ajhsbhbdhkl #follow forever #ff #alsothank u all my followers for m new milestone ily

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