#it's always when something is up with G*le too he turns into such a cutie and looses that hard edge. how do the animators do it.

[2goo-p]

he can look so soft sometimes and it makes me want to cuddle him u-u

[cloudluvrrr]

Before.

boothill childhood sweetheart headcannons.

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a/n: A PROMISE IS A PROMISE 🤞🤞🤞 and I delivered 😍💪 srry ab being mia been busy playing splatoon. My bootyhill is almost MAXXED out yall 😛😛.Boothill gives me Adrianne Lenker vibes yk I can’t be the only one help anyways enjoy this 😛 long asf and I don’t believe in proof reading.

— Precyborg: Boothill x g/n reader

tw warning : fluff and sad ending bc we can’t have a happy one according to hoyoverse !! 💕

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ingyadar - Adrianne Lenker

my kind of women - Mac de Marco

The hitchhikers guide to the galaxy - ARTMS

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-I feel like you and Boothill would be childhood lovers yk? Like you two were close friends and ended up catching feelings (I would too) always hanging around each other and getting into trouble l together.

-because to me he grew up in a small town with a big family (I think of like those towns in cowboy movies 😭)

-especially in highschool, but not for long. I’d think Boothill dropped out during freshman year(?) to help with his dads but you continued your studies.

-when confronted about it he scoffed and said ‘don’t need no fancy algebra or biology.’ He’d say.

-he’d see you at school (during lunch) and you two would usually hang out after school. Or during festivals or parties.

-scenario-

You two would always sneak away to the lake when it would get boring, giggling and laughing along the way. This time it was during a town festival, everyone in town went so of course no one would notice if two highschools went missing.

So off you two went giggling as you stumbled behind him holding his hand (in a platonic way ofc). “Boothill wait up!” You’d giggle as you slid down the hill. “Hurry or the sheriff will get us!” He’d shout as he helped you up, and the two of you began to splash water on each other. Up until night and his dads caught him with you again

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-things like that would often happen, anytime one was missing they’d always assume the other would tag along

-your families of course always shipped you two. And knew eventually you’d date (spoilers you do)

- he’d confess to you on a random summer afternoon. While you two sat on his bed in his room

— you two sat on his bed looking around nervously and awkwardly. It was never like this, Boothill would usually say something but he didn’t, he’s open his mouth but nothing came out. His mouth felt dry, unable to confess. But he mustered up the courage.

‘hey.. I, uh” he began before sighing “I really.. really REALLY like you” he finished with a red face as he looked you in the eyes. As you’d giggle nervously and soon turned into a good laugh. “I really like you too Boothill” you said softly kissing his cheek. As he nearly fainted and tackled you into a hug. ‘Finally’ he’d think to himself

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- now that you two are dating nothing much has changed. Other than kisses and leaving the door open when you two hang out (his dads are concerned about him doing funny stuff to you)

-not a day went by that you wouldn’t be with him, at his house or yours.

-he liked pet names mostly using ‘baby’ or your name.

-he knew how to play guitar they taught him in school, but he learned it on his own and would often serenade to you.

-he’d love cuddling though, in his bed specifically. Yours is too crowed for his liking. (He has one pillow). And play a few records he managed to snag that were imported from a different planet

- the sun painted the sky a pink and orange hue, as your laid in boothills arms dozing off to the soft music in the background. As he whispered sweet nothings to you and some jokes that kept you up giggling. “Your cute you know” he chuckled kissing you temple as she squeezed you

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-an example of how you’d spend your days, other than teasing and bullying each other 😜

-he was dirt poor. So often he’d ask you for money, which would end up in you hitting his head. But giving in as long as he got you something (most of the time it was burgers 😔)

— up until your graduated, he’d always say how he wanted to leave his dads and live alone with you. So secretly (somehow I don’t know) he’d built a small house with his buddies. ( I feel like you’d move until you were like 20 ig)

-so you’d pack up everything and moved in to the small Cabin. It was small a two small rooms and bathrooms with a big enough kitchen. Also including a farm (of fucking course). Housing his horse, two cows, and a chick coop. A barn dog and cat :3

-you lived comfortably and happily, you’d stay at home and he’s venture off to help others or sell your farm goods.

-he couldn’t propose, he barely had any savings left after buying your couch. So it often got postponed, you didn’t mind (your parents did)

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-it was a winter night. Boothill was god knows where and you worked in the kitchen making a simple stew. As your pregnant house cat meowed for a piece of beef, you were scolding the cat as Boothill entered the home with a small bundle of blankets in his arms as he closed the door. “Your home.. what’s that?” You’d asked before he walked over showing you the small girl.

“WHOS KID DID YOU KIDNAP” you shouted, startling the little who began to fuss “you idiot I found her..!” He hissed “we don’t have anything for a baby boothill, you know that” you said sighing “I know.. but I couldn’t leave her out there! That’s how my dads found me ya know, aren’t you glad they didn’t leave me to die?” He asked huffing “..sometimes” you shrugged.

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— there began your journey as parents, you’d sew dresses and onesies for her. As well as ask both of your parents for old baby things, Boothill had a rough time setting up basically everything

‘You can build a house but not a crib’

‘Shut up nerd’

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You stood outside putting the laundry out to dry on the clothesline. And watched from the corner of your eye the little one and Boothill. As he sat in the shade holding her small guitar he’d made for her, as she sat in the middle and giggled at the kittens playing around her. She’d grown, about 8 months and beginning to walk.

“Da” she said pointing to a certain kitten “yup that’s a kitty” he chuckled watching her gently touch the fluffy ball of fur and giggled. Eventually waddling up to him and falling into his lap as she snuggled him and fell asleep. The sight tugging at your heart strings.

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-most of your days were spent like that, her playing with the cats. Her waddling around the home or her touching her guitar Boothill made her.

- up until that fateful day, he’d planned to propose to you before he overheard the damn ipc officers joking about burning the town. He didn’t believe it until he saw it. Everything covered in flames, making sure to leave no survivors. And all he could do was watch as the tears fell from his eyes.

- after

he’d often lay in a run down hotel room, in his own head. Admiring the cheap ring he’d finally gotten you, and one you’d never get to wear. Fiddling with it with his metal fingers as he returned it to the small box.

‘I miss you baby’

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[vilebird]

BOTH TOO MUCH AND NOT ENOUGH

1) "I have been found wanting, Natalie thought; I have made myself unacceptable and am not worthy." - hangsaman, by shirley jackson

2) text: "meat must be beaten brutal into tenderness, that any body softens with violence, she grinds salt into the carcass, like a wound, a memory". image: a carcass of beef, cleaned, with the ribs on prominent display, painted in oils and rendered in thick strokes of red, orange, tan and white, on a plain dark red background. the text is cutouts on top, dark red text on light tan. - Family Portrait as Unfinished Meal, by Torrin A. Greathouse and Le Bœuf by Chaim Soutine. collage put together by @invisiblemonstrosity

3) a pale hand crushing ripe red strawberries, green leaves still attached, on a plain white background. - apparently by ouiloved on flickr, but they seem to have deleted.

4) bust photo of a tan person with a spotlight on them outside in the dark, head turned down, shoulder length messy wet black hair obscuring their face. their hand is raised to their chest and they are wearing a white tank top. fake blood is splattered and wiped around their chest and mouth. - i can't actually find this one all my attempts lead back to unsourced tumblr posts if you know where its from. help me

5: "You have no one who has any sort of consideration for you. You have had patience and endurance, and what have they done for you? Half-killed you." - carlyle’s house and other sketches, by virginia woolf

6: "try your whole life to be righteous and be good, wind up on your own floor, choking on blood" - sept 15th 1983, by the mountain goats

7: "such a waste of a girl, such rumination. i am obsessive. i contain nothing but the replay. i am blood and blood and replay. i am please don't go." - i put the coffin out to sea, by lisa marie basile

8: an image of a partially bald baby bird begging for food, drawn in the desaturated greens and black of a trailcam, on top, the text reads "i am asking you for something i need", on bottom, the text reads "why is it so hard to give it to me?" - trailcam baby, by @quezify

9: "was i raised without love? / or was i born unloveable?" - @psychwarded

10: "I, in my corner, with my monstrous needs." - As Consciousness Is Harnessed to Flesh, susan sontag

11: "oh, i know that i'm not whole, and sometimes feel the flies swarming, like much of me is rotten." - roadkill ode, chad abushanab

12: a photo of a cut tree where much of the centre is rotted from fungus, accompanied by the text: "heart rot in pine. heart rot is the softening of a pine trees resinous heartwood, caused by an in-dwelling fungus. not all pines have it, but those that do make the excavation of a tree-hole next cavity easier for the red-cockaded woodpecker."

13: "rot made a home inside my body." - i know it's from "bloat" but cant find the authors name again. i think it starts with a c?

14: photo of an abandoned house in shades of brown and beige and orange, the walls are wet and scuffed and the drywall has been torn open in places, exposing the old lath. - abandoned, by @jaggedplains

15: photo of a mouldy strawberry, fading from bright red to grey-green fluff - Strawberry Gray Mold disease stock photo, by MediaProduction on gettyimages

16: "you ever feel like you were born with something rotten inside you and if people get close enough they're gonna find out" - tumblr post by @twoheadedfawnn

17: "we are meat, we are potential carcasses,' he once said. 'if i go into a butcher's shop i always think it is surprising that i wasn't there instead of the animal." - francis bacon

18: "you dangle on the leash of your own longing; your need grows teeth." - speeches for dr frankenstein, by margaret atwood

19: photo of a python hanging off a roof coiled around a black and white bird, poised to eat it - i heard some noise on the roof this morning, by candycane7 on reddit

20: "all that matters is that you want to hurt me. all that matters is that you want me." - when rome falls, by yves olade

21: "god told me i was forgiven and then he split me open" - god is made of hunger and i am made of dreams, by katie maria

22: "but this is not about love. once a pig is hung and cut straight, cut from rectum to neck, step inside her death like it is a room: that is how to touch her now. the lord said, you must not eat their meat or touch their carcasses. then came the end of the rib." - oh let's just be hogs, by gregory emilio

23: photo of a strawberry cut in half with its leaves attached. it is bright red, steel knife wet. the background is bright white and plain. - cut strawberry by liz west on flickr

24: photo of a handmade cloth sculpture of a dead autopsied pigeon, red zipper like an incision opening to its empty red interior, small cloth and thread organs arranged around it. - pandora: city pigeon, by jessica bartram

25: '"u need a therapist" actually i need to be euthanized' - tumblr post by deactivated user @122mg

[1lenii]

Hello! Can you do a fluff with miles 42 and a puertorican reader just relating to traditions and maybe helping Rio in the kitchen and just enjoying each other’s company?

Thank you and I love your works!

No

Miles G Morales x PR!F!Reader

* Hey lovely sorry I wasn’t abt to get to this sooner! This is such a cute request!! Hope you enjoy! Made these head cannons cause apparently I’m half assing a full story

* No warnings Js fluff…and burning-

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* you and miles met in his Spanish class, one day your teacher assigned different Spanish regions and turns out you and miles were the only two to pick puerto rico (MY PEOPLE)

* Of course you got an A+ and a long lasting relationship with it

* You guys started of a close friends, and how you met mama rio? That’s a story within itself

* You and rio met under strange circumstances

* Miles and his mom went to the supermarket and when miles goes to turn to the next isle and sees you reading a box of cake mix, surprising you while

* Mama Rio Js is around the corner watching who her son was so happy to see

* Playing it off like nothing “papi did you get— oh? Who’s this?”

* “Mami this Y/N my friend(and future gf)”

* “Ahh” Rio gives you a warm smile but thinks you look too… to be what miles has described you as(she thought you were a gringa—personal experience😭)

* “Un placer! Like Miles said I’m Y/N it’s nice to me you ma’am”

* YK MAMI RIO IS STUNNEDDD AND ECSTATIC

* “You should come over for dinner!”

* “I wouldn’t want to b a bother”

* “Nonsense call your mom and talk to her”

* “If your sure”

* “Positive”

* Miles is just watching this go down smirking to himself seeing his crush and mom get along so.. so.. well fast!

* You should know this isn’t the only dinner you’ve been invited too! A few months later you and miles are dating and literally has you over when ever you can

* You decided to stay over so yk there’s that, but when it comes to eating time you’re always there. ALWAYS.

* What can I say cooking should be a passion

* Anyways mama Rio is yk cooking and here comes Y/N “eso son pasteles?”

* “Y como tú supiste”

* “The smell” You laugh it off and wash your hands to help her

* “Tia te ago lo tostones?”

* “Hay si polfavor”

* And that’s exactly what you do

* Miles soon wakes up from his afternoon nap from the smell and sounds oil bubbling

* Remembering the last time his mom burned herself handling that

* He quickly comes to the kitchen to see Y/N at the stove and his mom chopping something up

* He’s goes to peak over Y/N shoulder,

* And your lost in the task at hand

* BAMM

* “Hay coño miles”

* We are now looking at your burned hand and the 3 tostones that have dropped

* “Omg I’m so sorry dame buscar la escoba”

* “No need miles vete y buscar lo, y tráeme like caja de medicina”

* “Mb Y/N you chilling?”

* “Yea you vibing?” You stick your tongue out at him while he retreats to the bathroom

* Mami Rio guides you to take a seat and in doing so miles comes back and Rio is patching you up

* “Terminar lo que faltan miles”

* “No”

* “No? NO? Tú no viste que le paso a tu novia”

* “Perdón mami” wincing at the ice back she had in her hand which connect with his scalp

* And yk it’s end rights there after food being served and ate down🧍🏽‍♀️

* Miles acts all tough but when ya went back to his room he kissing the bandaged of blisters saying he’s sorry and you should wake him up next time for oil handling<3

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[salty-croissants]

Tu sais je vais t’aimer ( Bullfrog x g/n reader )

It’s been a while since I made a story unrelated to requests … I just felt like doing something a little different since I recently noticed that we have reached 110 followers , which is just - 

Broo !! :,0

I really wanted to take the opportunity to thank you all so much for being so supportive of my little headcanons and stories for Bullfrog and Rayman , you’re all really amazing and kind and you’ve really made me feel like home here on Tumblr …

I may be a bit too busy and ( most of all ) shy to interact much with everyone , but I really do appreciate you guys … thank you so much , I mean it :,) ❤️

Now then , onto the actual story , I’ve recently stumbled upon this beautiful French song , and at some point a random inspiration for a Bullfrog fic hit me : 

what if the reader decided to surprise their beloved frog boy by singing him this song ? Maybe for a special occasion , like the one year anniversary of the relationship ? 

It just seemed too wholesome of a concept for me to let go , so I ended up writing this :,) 

I also added a translation in English for the lyrics , because it’s just so cute and it melted my heart when I read it ;//; 

Hope this turned out okay ! 

Details : use of g/n reader who likes to sing and can play piano ; 

established relationship ; 

no warnings needed 

It had been a very long , tiresome day for Bullfrog …

The last mission the Warden had assigned him and his companions had been filled with complications , and this could easily be guessed by his bruises and ripped clothes .

Even as someone who took pride in his job , he yearned for nothing more than to find a quiet place to rest … hopefully in the arms of his beloved .

He also hadn’t forgotten about what a special time this was , so before going back to you he had managed to pass by a flower shop and buy a bouquet of your favorite flowers : the thought of your smile in front of his gift was the one thing that was keeping him from dropping on the ground for sheer exhaustion .

< I’m back mon amour ! Sorry for being late , this was a much more difficult task than I anticipated … > 

Bullfrog stopped , slightly alarmed by the fact that you weren’t behind the door to greet him like usual :

you were always so happy to see him whenever he got back , so it was quite strange …

He closed the door as quietly as possible and begun to walk , attentive to every single sound to avoid anything sneaking by him .

If something had happened to you , he was more than ready to rescue you and defend you from any possible threat , exhausted or not …

But it was then that he heard it : someone was playing the piano in the living room , and when he finally reached it his eyes widened …

You were there , as beautiful as ever , and as soon as your eyes met you smiled softly at him and started to sing …

< Tu sais je vais t'aimer même sans ta présence 

( You know I'm going to love you even without your presence ) 

Je vais t'aimer même sans espérance 

( I will love you even without hope )

Je vais t'aimer tous les jours de ma vie 🎶 

( I will love you all the days of my life ) > 

Bullfrog wanted to say so many things in that very moment , and yet he was so overwhelmed by joy that he couldn’t bring himself to speak …

He just walked forward , sitting on a chair next to you while listening to the sound of your voice .

< Dans mes poèmes, je t'écrirai c'est toi que j'aime …

( In my poems I will write to you it is you that I love ) 

C'est toi que j'aimerai tous les jours de ma vie🎶 

( It's you that I would love all the days of my life ) > 

He looked up at you in awe , nodding his head to the beat , and as soon as the song ended and your hands left the piano you finally turned around once more to look at your boyfriend .

< Happy anniversary , love ~ 

God , you won’t believe how many months it took to learn how to pronounce everything correctly … buut , I just really wanted to do something special for you , you know ? I hope I didn’t butcher too many words … 

Also sorry for being so quiet before , I didn’t mean to scare you , but I wanted to surprise you and - > 

Worry immediately filled your eyes when you took a better look and noticed the bruises on his face , but Bullfrog shook his head , caressing your cheek with one hand …

< Don’t you think about that my dear , it’s nothing … besides , receiving something so beautiful from you as a gift was enough to make it all better . > 

He smiled at you tenderly , watching you leave a kiss on his palm .

< Thank you , y/n … je t'aime tellement … ~ > 

You let out a little chuckle , unable to stop your cheeks from turning red in front of his loving words …

< I love you too , Bullfrog … I’m really lucky to have you , you know ? > 

Before you could even realize it , the distance between your faces diminished more and more , until eventually your lips met into a much anticipated and needed kiss .

You closed your eyes , letting out a sigh while holding Bullfrog in your arms , and you could feel all the tension in his body instantly melt to your touch as he gladly leaned into it …

Eventually you both pulled away , staring into each other’s eyes and enjoying that precious moment of intimacy .

< We should probably get you patched up now , sweetie … those bruises look painful . > 

< Alright alright , but before that , here … > 

< *gasp* - you remembered my favorite flowers ! Thank you Bullfrog , these look beautiful ! > 

< Don’t mention it mon cher , it’s not quite as good as your gift , but … > 

< Are you kidding ? I love them ! We should put them in some water before they start wilting … > 

As the two of you carried on with your conversations , glad to finally be together , the sun started to disappear behind the tall skyscrapers of the city … some of the nightly neon lights were already starting to illuminate the crowded streets .

It had certainly been a one year anniversary to remember .

[mattsfavbigtitties]

NSFW Alphabet/ Chris S.

MASTERLIST TAGLIST

Warnings: Smut-ish, suggestive, fluff

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A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

I think he’d be pretty gentle with you after. Especially if you guys just did some rough stuff. He would run you a bath and clean you up nicely, maybe even help you do skincare before laying down. Definitely gives you some snacks and chills with you watching a show you picked.

B = Body Part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

 I feel like he would secretly love his legs. Like just how taller he is than you get to him a lot. Chris is definitely an ass man, would totally lay his head on it and sleep the day away if he could.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum)

Always tends to come on your ass anytime in doggy style. Just the jiggling of your ass as he pounds you into the bed makes him cum so fast.

D = Dirty Secret (A dirty secret of theirs)

He’d never tell you ‘cause he doesn’t want you to react badly, but he secretly wants to try anal with you.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

I think Chris would have more experience than you to guide you. He’d have some of his likes figured out to a point where he knows what he wants, but will experiment as much as he can with you.

F = Favorite Position (Literally this)

Doggy style for sure! He’s too obsessed with your ass, watching it bounce back after every hit and slap he gives you.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)

A little bit, always making jokes while pounding you. He gets serious when he’s close to his climax though.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

I think he’d stay pretty clean down there. So he doesn’t get frustrated with it or agitated whether you're in the moment or not.

I = Intimacy(How romantic are they during the moment?)

I think he's intimate in more situations that need to be or he just felt like being romantic that night. When he does these intimate moments with you he goes ALL out. Roses, chocolates, stuffed animals, and bubble baths are all he knows.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Oh he’d definitely masturbate to you when you aren’t there a lot. You’d send him some pictures of you wearing lingerie or just in some shorts and he’s either making Matt take him over to yours or jerkin’ it if it’s too late.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

He has one hundred percent a praise kink! Also definitely has an exhibitionist kink too.

L = Location (Favorite places to do ‘it’)

Anywhere and everywhere pretty much, he doesn’t care. Either in the bathroom of a store or just right behind a wall(any wall really.) He does like his room the most though ‘cause he can just leave the door open and go to pound town, no need to care if anyone comes in.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Any, and I mean ANY, touches you do at all, he gets hard real fast. Pretty much your whole being gets him going. The main touch he loves the most would be when you play with his hair.

N = No (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He would absolutely never do anything containing bodily fluids or feet.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

I feel like he’d be more into the receiving end of oral. He’d love anytime you go down on him before the real deal. He would obviously be really good at eating you knowing where all your sweet spots are and what you like the most.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Chris would totally be rough and fast all the time, but when he’s in his teasing mood he’ll go impossibly slow just to spite you.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Definitely loves your pussy too much to not. Literally a fiend for you. Anytime, anywhere just like the location. Practically can never take his hands off you.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks?)

Definitely a big risk taker right here!!! As in the other letters I said, public sex is definitely a kink now that I think about it. But either way he’s so into almost getting caught. He’d also experiment SO much with you like anything you wanna try, he’s up for it.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)

I think he’d have such a high stamina like I’d say maybe 3-4 rounds before he’s too overstimulated. If he finishes before you (which it’s usually the other way around) he’ll use his fingers and mouth on you.

T = Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them?)

Oh he definitely has many toys. To use on you specifically. A couple different sizes of vibrators along with different color dildos. When it’s one of those days where it’s all about you only, he’ll use a vibrator and dildo to overstimulate you and make you cum multiple times.

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)

He would tease you big time. He’ll grope you even around friends or in public. Boy has no chill at all. He’d definitely be holding himself back, but always makes it ‘til you beg for his touch.

V = Volume (How loud are they? What sounds they make, etc.)

I think he’d let out all his noises, groaning and moaning along with you.

W = Wild Card ( A random headcanon)

Chris hitting you from behind while slapping your ass>>

X = X-ray (Let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

I’d say he’s pretty average down there. Maybe him being really girthy makes ups for size. But no matter what you get blazed with it.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Chris totally has the highest sex drive ever. Constantly horny even when you’re just being you. Anything just as little as you walking in front of him anytime.

Z = Zzz (How quickly do they falls asleep afterwards?)

He’s definitely knocked out after sex, but always has time to clean you up in the bath. Falling asleep during the first minute of any show you pick out.

[aboutchigiri]

my mine; sae itoshi x g!n reader

a/n: not proofread

sae was excited to take you to your first concert, granted, he wouldn't consider himself a fan of the artist but he had heard you go on your innate ramblings or just heard you playing their music obscenely loud in your shared apartment. little did you know, sae had a bigger surprise in store for you.

"y/n, i hate to rush you but we kinda need to leave now if we wanna get there early enough for you to get in the merch line." sae started, walking into the room to see you lacing up your shoes.

"good thing i'm ready then." you replied, smiling as you did a quick little spin. "how do i look?" you smiled, knowing you took time to get extra dolled up for this concert. it was your favorite artist after all and your very first concert.

"beautiful, as always." sae murmurs that last part, smiling at you faintly and allowing his ears to tinge pink.

"let's go because if they sell out because you're too busy blushing over me, i might actually kill you." you smile and kiss his cheek before you're bounding towards the door.

***

when you and sae finally arrive at the concert venue, you immediately go to the merch line. since you guys were an hour early, the lines were a decent length. you were smiling the entire time, hand wrapped safely in sae's cold fingers. sae couldn't help but adore you in your blissful oblivion, it made this whole event 10x more special for him.

finally, after sae buys you a ridiculous and i mean WILD amount of merch, he carries all the bags to your upper level seats. sae was willing to splurge to get you stage side seating but was too jealous to listen to you go crazy over anyone who wasn't him. sue him for being in love...

"thank you for all this, love. i know i thanked you like a trillion times when you gave me my ticket but seriously, this might be one of the best nights of my life." you spoke, kissing his cheek and smiling broadly at him.

"anytime, you deserve it." his lips tug into a small grin, the same way it always did when he was around you. god, he couldn't wait to make this night perfect for you.

***

the concert was going perfect, this artist was PERFORMING. although, sae wasn't as obsessed as you, he could see the appeal but his eyes remained on you and your excitement the whole night. finally, your favorite song from this artist played and your eyes watered out of pure joy.

sae had heard this song millions of times, he even knew the words. this was the song, he told himself. even though, sae itoshi hated attention unless it was from you, he loved you even more and wanted this moment to be memorable. so, for this moment, he was willing to put his pride aside and make you happy.

"baby...." he spoke as he tapped your shoulder, your head turned slowly and as the chorus of your favorite song played, you saw sae drop to his knee, a shining ring between his fingers. you had no time to reply, tears pricking your eyes as you look your boyfriend of 4 years in the eyes.

"y/n, i wanna make you happy for a long time. a lifetime, if you'll let me....will you marry me y/n l/n." sae smiled, all of his teeth sparkling brightly, something he rarely ever did in public. the crowd around began to notice and there was loud applause and "awees" and "say yes!!" in the crowd.

"yes..oh my fuck. yes. yes." you rambled as you let sae put the ring on your trembling finger. he stood up to kiss your forehead and you let a tear drop slightly against your face. the crowd once again screamed in joy for you guys, sae was even on the big screen. it got the attention of the artist who congratulated you guys.

it was so extra, if you weren't so happy, you would beat sae's ass. both of you weren't the fondest of pda and this was quite a lot to take in but you know that sae only did this because he wanted to see you happy. so, you could excuse the extra attention because now you were engaged to the love of your life.

the concert finished strongly and you got a bunch of congratulations as you left the venue. everything felt so surreal but it was okay because you had sae by your side, now and forever.

a/n: purely made this bcs i saw a tiktok of some girl getting kissed during a cigarettes after sex concert and i felt really single. but, i thought this was cute even tho i despise public proposals😭😭.

[o-uncle-newt]

I guess the only person who can really be trusted to describe the greatness of Agatha Christie is Dorothy L Sayers...?

A while back, the always-sharp @thesarahshay sent me an ask that caught me up on something that I'd carelessly written in some tags- I said that Agatha Christie was good at writing romance into her detective fiction, without really elaborating. I then spent multiple paragraphs attempting to elaborate, I'm not sure with how much success. Essentially, and you can click above to see for yourself, my thesis was that while Sayers was a much better literary stylist (and certainly better at writing romance) than Christie, when writing a detective novel, her seams show; Christie had a natural talent for knowing exactly what belongs in a detective story and creating and fitting all the right pieces together that create a seamless detective story, including motivations drawn by romance (though I think the actual romances are among the weaker elements- still MUCH better than those written by most of her peers, for the record).

I'd had trouble putting into words what I wanted to say (there was a convoluted metaphor about Barbies and Lego in there), and I'm not sure I was too convincing; but turns out that the person who said what I wanted to say the best was, in fact the great DLS herself.

There's a fabulous book that I 100% recommend called Taking Detective Stories Seriously, which is a compilation of about two years' worth of detective story reviews that Sayers wrote. I hadn't heard of most of the authors, and even when I had heard of the authors I'd rarely read the books, but it didn't matter, frankly. She's just such a great writer, so thoughtful and incisive and passionate about both the genre and good craftsmanship (not to mention good English), that everything she has to say including on novels that haven't been in print since the 30s is worth reading. She has generally great taste, though she has a much higher opinion of Margery Allingham than I do and doesn't like Ellery Queen's The Siamese Twin Mystery as much as I'd thought she might (though the fact that a character in it insulted Unnatural Death may not have helped lol); but she also likes, to pick two very different writers who I too enjoy, HC Bailey and Mignon G Eberhart, and so she clearly has a good eye. (It's also entertaining to see her slowly force herself to admit that she likes Perry Mason...)

BUT ANYWAY.

She has three reviews of Agatha Christie books in the volume: Murder on the Orient Express, Why Didn't They Ask Evans, and Three Act Tragedy. She reviews all of them very positively, but it's her review of Three Act Tragedy (in my opinion, funnily enough, the weakest of the three) that she really gets to the core of Christie's genius. And it's actually fitting that it's for a book of hers that's on the more meh end of the scale- because it just shows how even meh Christie has an element of genius that other authors have to work hard for even in their best works.

She says:

Some time ago this column contained the statement that Hercule Poirot was "one of the few real detectives." It was a well-sounding phrase, and I have no quarrel with it, except that I am not quite clear what it meant. What I meant to write and what I thought I had written and what I now propose to write clearly with no mistake about it was and is this: Hercule Poirot is one of the few detectives with real charm. Plenty of authors assure us that their detectives are charming, but that is quite another thing. I don't know that Mrs Christie has ever said a word about the matter. She merely puts Poirot there, with all his little oddities and weaknesses, and there he is- a really charming person. And it is true, too, that he is "real," in the sense that we never stop to enquire whether his words and actions are suited to his character; they are his character, and we accept them as we accept the words and actions of any living person because they are a part of himself. Le style c'est l'homme. Indeed, when Mrs Christie is writing at the top of her form, as she is in Three Act Tragedy, all her characters have this reality. She does not postulate a character- retired actor, West End mannequin, family retainer- and put into its mouth sentiments appropriate to its station in life. She shows us character and behavior all of a piece. However surprising or enigmatic the behavior, we believe that everything took place just as she says it did, because we believe in the reality of the people. Poirot is charming, not because anybody says so, but because is is, and all her other people exist for us in the same objective manner. This is the great gift that distinguishes the novelist from the manufacturer of plots. Mrs Christie has given us an excellent plot, a clever mystery, and an exciting story, but her chief strength lies in this power to compel belief in these characters. [emphasis mine]

Sayers then proceeds to compare another author (or rather authors, the husband and wife pair GDH and M Cole) to Christie in this regard, moving on to another review. But in these three paragraphs she has, I think, said it better than anyone- that Christie's skill is in her naturalness, and how that naturalness compels us to believe in and immerse ourselves in her world. She is effortless and seamless.

To be clear, Sayers praises a lot of people in this book, and a lot of people's writing; but mostly she is praising their skill and ability to create what they have created. Here, she isn't quite praising that- she's praising the fact that the final product is so good that you can't even see the craftsmanship behind it, and that's, I think, what separates Christie from her peers. It's a power, and not one that can be broken down by a critic. She just has it.

I've said before that I don't think Sayers had this as a mystery writer, and I think she'd probably be the first to agree with that assessment; she certainly had a seemingly effortless skill as a prose writer (as these reviews show), but as a novelist she took construction seriously and wanted us to know this. That said, another person who I don't think has this, who I mention because he's someone who a lot of people compare Christie to (often negatively), is John Dickson Carr.

I've seen plenty of people say that Carr is a more sophisticated version of Christie, not just in mystery construction but in writing style, and equally prolific, creative, and versatile. I don't agree with this on most counts, but I think, honestly, that Carr is fine- but you can see the seams easily. He might have been prolific but his formulae are visible and his writing required intentionality on his part. By which I mean- Carr when he's trying to be funny is generally hilarious. Carr when he's trying to be scary is generally spine-tingling. But Carr when he's just trying to get to the next good bit is dull and mechanical. He needs to be paying attention and making an effort in order to be good, and we notice him doing this. Christie never has this problem; even when the actual stuff she's writing isn't high quality, she's never dull. Everything feels purposeful and organic, somehow.

Obviously, all of this is fundamentally subjective, and if there's one redeeming element it's that an incredibly smart lady agrees with me (by my interpretation, at least) and says it extremely well. But I'll be holding on to this one, if nothing else.

[oldsargasso]

sticks & stones (pit babe ficlet)

so there's nothing I love more right now than the pit babe polycule of kenta/kim/winner/dean, and @le-trash-prince said "I bet Kenta is the one to lick Dean’s wounds when Winner pushes too hard with his verbal roughhousing." this isn't really anything but it's something, you know?

dean-centric, rated g

It's Kenta that comes after him. Of course it's Kenta.

They'd been having fun, all of them; half-watching a bad movie and mostly just talking, Winner and him trading little love-bites of insults back and forth under Kim's indulgent gaze. And then with a slow gradual ooze like warm honey, it had slipped into something not fun, and Dean just--- He just had to get out of there quick.

It's dark out on the balcony off his and Kim's bedroom. Dean leans against the railing and tries to time his breathing to the red-light cycle at the nearest intersection, two floors and a hundred metres away. The flame of Kenta's lighter is a tiny blinding thing.

"I thought you told P'Kim you were quitting," Dean says. It comes out far more level than he'd feared. He hadn't been crying, not really, but Winner's words are still stinging in his chest.

Dean doesn't mind the smoking, not really. His dad, from what little he remembers of the man, was a smoker. There's a long-ago deep hidden feeling of comfort that comes creeping out when he smells nicotine. And he likes watching Kenta go through the little rituals that come with the act: the way he flicks the lighter on-off twice before touching the flame to his cigarette, how he always selects his next smoke from the middle of the pack instead of the edge.

Kenta takes another drag with a shrug of one shoulder. He blows the smoke away from Dean. "I will when Winner does."

Dean snorts inelegantly. "P'Winner says quitting goes against his name."

"Winner says a lot of shit," Kenta says. It's as pointed as he ever gets.

Someone impatient blows through the next red light to a chorus of horns. Their neighbour has turned on her <i>going out dancing</i> playlist. Kenta's free hand comes to rest, heavy and warm, on the back of Dean's neck.

"I know." Dean slumps sideways, just enough that Kenta understand he's supposed to hold tighter. "I know, I'm just being dumb."

He feels dumb. He feels the gap in years between them all most keenly at times like this. Getting all worked up about Winner saying something slightly mean, hurting Dean's <i>feelings</i>, when Kenta carries scars on his skin from what he's had to deal with. When Kim was beaten up and locked away just for caring about someone other than himself.

Winner didn't even look like he cared when Dean insulted him back.

"You're not dumb," Kenta refutes, the same steel in his voice as what he carries in his ramrod straight spine. He tugs Dean in a bit closer. A slight weight on the top of Dean's head, his hair ruffling slightly when Kenta breathes out slowly. He smells like nicotine and the beer Kim had been drinking. He tastes like all three when Dean twists around to pull him in.

"Thank you," Deans tells the shadows and reflected lights over Kenta's face. The hand on the back of his neck tightens once more.

[thekpopgossip]

HYBE and Min Hee Jin Round 3...

Things are getting really messy between HYBE and ADOR CEO Min Hee Jin, who is getting sued by her employer. She did a press conference today, playing the victim and showing her bruised ego (which seems to be the main cause of this whole fiasco). It was embarrassing to the point of me feeling bad for her lawyer, who tried to stop her from talking nonsense and hurling insults at everyone.

Apparanetley her trying to go independent and backstabbing HYBE, while simultaneously accusing all the sub-labels of copying her ideas, wasn't bad enough, we now know she really is dumb trusting shamans to advise her on business deals. She was crying during the press-con saying: “I feel like they all want me to die. If I suddenly die, will everyone be happy? That’s honestly what I think. I don’t read all the articles and comments. If I do, I can’t live. I wonder if anyone can handle this much distress in a short period of time.” She added, “I am also human, and it’s not confirmed that I’m guilty. I think I’m innocent.” Mind you, she caused all this mess herself and is now getting sued by HYBE who will likely destroy her.

To this point, HYBE is not innocent in this debacle either, they gave her a label, gave her 20 % company shares, gave her Source Music trainees, gave her free control over NewJeans and are now also acting like victims. Those guys enabled her behavior and are now surprised she would try to go independent. Min Hee Jin also addressed some HYBE accusations, like her saying BTS copied her ideas. “Everything that HYBE is saying is a lie. I’ve never said BTS copied me. I want to ask HYBE why they made everything like this and try to ruin me”. Because you tried to go against the company?

I believe that part though, HYBE is playing dirty games here trying to get every fandom to attack her, but again, she caused this herself, when she publicly stated that ILLIT was a copy of NewJeans (which is true, but you don't say that ish out loud).

She also said, she had nothing to do with Source Music disbanding G-Friend, which I also believe. That was a money decision, they wanted a new group that could become a million seller, so LE SSERAFIM was born, and since BTS was going on army hiatus, they needed new groups quick to fill the void. However, pedo Min Hee Jin wouldn't be herself without also mentioning that NJ Minji was the only Source Music trainee she liked (the others were too old), and that she was even prettier when she was younger. She makes it so easy to hate her. MHJ was also majorly pissed that LE SSERAFIM debuted before NewJeans, which became a huge issue internally in the company.

In the press-con she also repeatedly called herself the mother of NewJeans, and that she gave birth to the group. “NewJeans and I have something more than what you would know. They always tell me that they thank me and love me. Hanni told me that she’d come over to me. Haerin is usually like a cat and doesn’t speak a lot, but she called me and told me that she couldn’t come up with the words to text me. She said that she just wanted to hear my voice. Haerin cried for 20 whole minutes” Min bursts into tears. “She told me that she thanks me so much because I helped her through hard times. She said that she wants to tell everyone what happened. The members’ mothers are so worried that I’m going to kill myself. But why would I? I’m going to say everything that I have in my heart. Do you know what Park Ji-won said to the mothers? He said that he’s not going to talk to them, just to ADOR. And they say that they care about NewJeans? I don’t care whether they sue me for libel.” - She's so fucking creepy, as if she didn't make the girls sing "Cookie".

She also went full egomaniac, saying: “It’s not me that turned my back on HYBE, it’s HYBE that betrayed me. It used me to the fullest and now wants to take me down because I don’t listen to them. No one has done what I have done during the 30 years in K-pop. But HYBE is trying to kill someone who’s done what I have as the head of a subsidiary. I’m the only one in the history of the entertainment industry to have reached such results in 2 years, my only crime is being good at my own job.”

At this point, I just feel bad for the idols and staff caught in between all this. HYBE is greedy and wanted their own NewJeans and MHJ tried to backstab her own bosses - now things are falling apart. NJ has a comeback in May too, no idea how this will end for them and whether they will stay at HYBE or go with "mom" MHJ.

[mostlybroadway]

oh be a fine girl, kiss me

dedicated to gray, the finch to my crutchie <3 @athousandboxjumps

jack was staying at the jacobs residence, something he did a lot after he and davey finally admitted they liked each other. crutchie saw it the moment davey and les arrived at the world (jack didn’t offer to sell with just anyone) and he was happy for his brother, he truly was. he was also selfishly relieved that he didn’t have to hear the both of them pining anymore. it was nothing short of excruciating.

crutchie also loved jack being away for another selfish reason: he had the penthouse all to himself. he could stretch out a bit more in the morning, and leave his clothes to dry on the railing (which jack usually despised—“too much clutter”). he also could have guests. not that he couldn’t before, but this was different.

finch was different.

crutchie was a lot better at hiding his feelings than jack was. he knew how to hide his blush and suppress his smiles when the boy he liked so much laughed at his jokes or held the door open for him. it was a pathetic, schoolboy crush. and he had had years and years of practice hiding his affection for men. he could get killed for his feelings. and unlike jack, he wasn’t daring. he was daring once, and now he only had one good leg.

but he liked finch. hell, he really liked finch. and having him up in the penthouse instead of jack was a welcome breath of fresh air.

“you see that one up there?” finch said, pointing at a cluster of stars. that particular night, they were stargazing as best they could through the light pollution in new york. finch knew all the constellations, which definitely didn’t send crutchie’s heart ablaze. “that one’s ursa major. ursa minor is somewhere nearby, but she’s hard to see in new york.”

she. finch called all the constellations “she”. crutchie tried hard not to swoon.

“that’s a shame,” crutchie replied meekly. “i would have liked to have seen her.”

finch sighed. “i’m sure she would have liked to have seen you, too. you’re nice to look at.”

crutchie prided himself on how he could conceal his feelings. but finch cortes was making that harder and harder by the moment.

they sat in silence for a while. not an uncomfortable, awkward silence, but a welcome one. a warm, soothing silence. like somehow, being together was all they needed to be okay.

but the silence was broken, as silence often is. not that crutchie minded. “i learned about the stars in school. before i left.”

“yeah?”

“yeah. astronomy was my favorite subject.”

this wasn’t shocking at all. even when jack was still around, finch would find his way up the fire escape. usually, he just sat by himself and looked up. sometimes crutchie joined him, but sometimes he just let him be. he was absolutely stunning looking up to the sky, smiling to himself. he always did want to fly away like a bird and become one with the sky.

suddenly finch was nervous. crutchie could tell by the way he wrung his hands. “there is this saying. it’s a dumb saying. but it helps signify stars by their heat.”

“what?”

and finch explained: every star was given a letter based on its heat signature. O, B, A, F, G, K, M. he didn’t know which meant what, but he knew every letter.

crutchie was in awe. “that’s… lovely. but what is the saying?”

finch giggled anxiously. “it’s real weird.”

crutchie turned to be face to face with finch. he could have sworn he saw blush upon his cheeks. “i’m okay with weird.”

“it’s ‘oh be a fine girl, kiss me’.”

and crutchie immediately burst into guffaws.

“man! i bet you use that on all the girls!” crutchie laughed, lightly hitting finch’s arm. but the latter wasn’t laughing.

“ha. yeah. i mean, wait. no,” finch stuttered.”

crutchie paused. “no?”

“i’ve never used that on a girl. i…” finch gulped. “i wouldn’t use it on a girl.”

he wasn’t sure what he was hearing. “you’re not making sense, finch,” crutchie replied. though a part of his brain nagged at him that he might know exactly what finch meant.

“there’s a reason i’m telling you this, crutchie. you.”

and suddenly it all made sense. but instead of saying something profound about his feelings and how they had only grown the more time the two spent together, crutchie instead replied, “but i’m not a girl.”

and finch laughed. a loud, hearty laugh that made crutchie’s insides flip. “i know, but ‘oh be a fine guy, kiss me’ don’t sound the same.”

crutchie was beaming. “so you want me to kiss you?”

and finch laughed harder. crutchie could get drunk on that sound. “yes! i’m tryin’ to make it obvious!”

and before he could justify himself more, crutchie kissed him. and suddenly every constellation in the sky seemed dim. crutchie had all the light he needed right in front of him.

[itsdappleagain]

HELLO AND WHAT IS UP GUYS TODAY WE'RE DOING ANOTHER CS WEEKLY POST A DAY LATE

okay enough youtuber intro. gross

ITS TIME FOR THE FISHY DOUBLOON CAPER!! Not my favorite, admittedly, but some great moments in there for sure (see: carmen gets put in a fairly desperate situation for the first time in the series as carmen. nice.)

OKAY HERE WE GO notes under the cut because they're LONG

how cool would the intro have been if carmen's passport had gained a new stamp every episode for the place she went!!!

oh i totally forgot the acme b plot in this episode thats pretty good

s1 chase: not one single red thread to pull s2 chase, buying french michaels out of red string: is that a challenge

it was stuffed in her black sack

i love the mints. they had to set them up so bad so julia could follow them

fuck you chase. maybe if you ate less mints you could be nicer

IN LOVE WITH HOW JULIA GETS FED UP. YES GIRL. FUCK HIM AND HIS FUEL HE DESERVES IT

DAMN ZARI HIT HIM FROM REAL FAR AWAY THAT WEAPON IS NEVER THAT LONG RANGE AGAIN

julia he doesnt deserve you

they sneak "where in the world" into every line they can

have i mentioned the way cs draws water because its all so prettyyy

OH, WET pls

no, player we have to wait two more seasons for argentina ok

"not without any real clues" girl idk where you think clues come from but your birthplace could be a fantastic place to start looking

the equator joke was funny

bananafish? as in the anime? (doesn't know what im talking about at all)

quito!! fun fact: the first highest capital is Bolivia's, La Paz!

NOSE IS BLEEDING? BLOOD? In a KIDS SHOW?

omg they foreshadowed the fucking tuna it nearly smacked carmen..

"surface crew is on high alert!" (pan to zack, barfing)

i love that zack's weakness is the ocean. he grew up in boston. literally being in the home of the fish makes him barf

i love how ivy is not helping at all she's so funny

zack barfs way too many times in this show sorry. they crossed the line when someone shoved her fingers in his barf and squelched em around. no. no thanks. stop making him barf

i have to think this episode was one of the earlier ones abby trott recorded for because she is so violently boston at every turn its hilarious

where the fuck is carmen's air tank. that thing on her back is her water jetpack. where is she breathing from. her tubing is connected to something that is. not big enough to supply her with oxygen for that long

woww the framing of that shot where carmen swims towards the ship...she sounds like she supposed to be very excited about it which i love for her

every single time im like surely she cant fit through that hole and then she does. the reason this is possible is because despite having hips CARMEN HAS NO ASS

i also like the little lookaround she does like idk

GOD the ship is so pretty i love how everyone immediately destroys everything inside of it

carmen "im swimming through the past" sandiego, destroying everything in the fucking ship that she touches

why the fuck is there just a crowbar down there

SHES JUST TOSSING SHIT OUT WHAT HAPPENED TO ALL HISTORY IS TREASURE CARMEN YOU FUCKIN HYPOCRITE

love that player picks up the HGRHGDHSRHRGFGRGRGRGRGRGGWGEGEGERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR of el topo before carmen does

the fact that carmen is not terrified upon hearing, deep underwater, a roaring, grumbling noise coming from nowhere is a testament to how stup

WHEN

SHE JUST GOES FLYING ITS SO FUNNY TO ME AJFGS

see el topo has o2 tanks what the fuck is up with carmen breathing underwater. she has to always be streamlined ig

no way can they fucking hear each other no way nuh uh

HE JUST RAMS INTO HER THATS SO FUNNY

i like how player waits until a very nice time to ask carmen what the fuck just burst out of the floor. little break in the action <3

hi. the way carmen says el topo. thank you (applause)

love how player doesnt warn zack and ivy. theyll be fine he said

obsessed with how le chevre's legs bend like the dancing stick bug meme

OH MY GOD THE PURE GAY ENERGY BLAST OF LE CHEVRE LANDING KILLED THEM

sorry side note ivy is so cute

le chevre is. yeah

I LOVE HOW CARMEN JUST S N A T C H E S HIS ANKLE YOU CAN SEE HER THOUGHT PROCESS ZERO IN ON HIS FOOT

the way carmen moves in the water is sooo satisying shes like a wikki stix she just bends

also love how carmen just bounces off of el topo

i also also love how her flippers just gently wave in the breeze

they just fling each other its so fucking funny. she steps on him. he flings her. she full body crashes into him

like how they just keep an arm around each other for a bit. chilling. buddies

do you think it hurts el topo how much venom is in carmen's voice when she sees him now?

anyways

the fish. wow that really did just happen

she just kicks his ass what did he do to her

ALSO this is one of very few fights where carmen is very actively in hand-to-hand!! she usually tries to avoid it i think...more evasive maneuvers/defense but shes BARELLING into el topo shes just doing everything she fucking can to fling him far distances

bubble transitions <3 its like bubble guppies fr

eternally beyond grateful that they dropped ivys weird. woke feminist how do you do fellow women thing ok sorry the fisherwoman thing was. out of place. le chevre is right there and youre worried about fisherwoman

le chevre, the frenchest fucker alive: you dont sound like youre from around here

the absolute terror on ivy's face is sending me. someone else (jackie?? was that you??) pointed out that she reacts like this because they met le chevre in boston harbor but he happens to not recognize them.....super cool i love that s1 and 2 were written together

not a single braincell in le chevres head

she was really about to try to wrestle and do the heimlech maneuver on an 97 pound fish girl no

she sounds so black sheep when she says "come on seriously" 🥺

NO im calling bullshit no way was carmen able to snatch that pipe in the two seconds el topo bodychecked her carmens got fucking superpowers she does not have pickpocketing abilities she has superpowers

we love the attempted murder <3 thats. so dangerous to do but carmen just is like teehee oxygen is gone!!! hope u dont drown or panic or get decompression illness teehee

the most gigantic tracker in the history of mankind

i like how carmen holds that gun whjhehgshsa if she werent underwater she'd be blowing the smoke off it

they didnt even try to come up with a convincing alias they just went with another california city wheeze

wait how is player connected to that walkie talkie. im pretty sure correct me if im wrong but i think that walkie talkies in ecuador dont connect to ones in ontario

theyre such siblings

gay saves the day once more

AGAIN WITH SHOVING THEM IN THE WATER or wait is this the first time?? TREND SETTING?? i feel like they did it once before this but ig not???

lets motor is the same thing as lets jet

HOLY SHIT THEY WERE SO FAR FROM SHORE

THE BUBBLE TRANSITIONS THIS EP SO TRUE

yes carmen speaking other languages i am of the opinion that she should have spoken so many all the time

she cute

i love how loud carmen is talking "SO ITS AN ECUADORIAN DOUBLOON" also hi dr marquez

I AM LITERALLY SUCH A CHILD THIS SHOULD NOT BE FUNNY TO ME "dick?" "dick." (innocent deer-like blinking) gay-bisexual solidarity

marquez: yeah im leading an excavation tea- carmen: i robbed that fucking boat

the deer in headlights look they give is so funny not one braincell avaliable

the way her accusing them drives them all into terrified scrambling

i also like how marquez just accepts the fact that they robbed the boat because they say theyre coin hobbyists (i mean. she doesnt. she follows them. but still)

i love dr marquez shes so cool. i like her voice also

you know carmen's about to do some craaazy shit when an archaeologist starts talking about history and they zoom in on her eyes going all different directions

zack and ivy being so insensitive is so fucking funny. kids do you know who your boss is

the sibling-like manner in which ivy shoves zack in the face to get out of the boat faster than he does is the funniest thing in the world

GASP! vile has a darker, sexier, even more obnoxious tracker!

lots a shit beeping in this establishment today

chase is such a dumbshit i love him as soon as zari reaches into her jacket he disintegrates. and then he saves it. such grace and talent

chase is just constantly ???????????????????????????

CHIEF! hi chief

what were the handcuffs even for

chase gets kidnapped and hes just like can i go back to work please

VILE DRAMATIC MUSIC DRAMATIC CLOSEUP

damn le chevre just pulled that slick wet thing out hot damn it was still dripping....what? the tracker. the tracker was wet. what did you think i was talking about?

"if carmen sandiego is after this doubloon" YOU GUYS WERE AFTER THE DOUBLOON WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT

no. maelstrom never call yourself papa again

el topo just hanging over his shoulder <3

el topo is so cute

I CAN CHASE AWAY THE GOPHERS he so sweet

tfw your boyfriend is kissing ur boss's ass

mael just sitting there listening to them like 👁️👁️

mael is not even evil hes just stupid and petty hes so funny

WOO HOO ALTITTY SICKNESS LETS GOOO KNOCK THAT BITCH OUT

leonardo di caprio stars in the mole of wall street

who in vile was contaminating cheese OH MY GOD WONDER RAT???

i like how chief is just flat out like. yeahh we dont actually. know if they exist or not but we think so we really do

the scrambled brains joke was so funny chief has actually a lot of personality. i would like her if she were real yknow

the way chief snaps back to being formal when chase clears his throat its ok girl hes not important or competent

HAHA there are a lot of tiny callbacks to where in the world sprinkled throughout here that i never really noticed. gee carmen being the leader of vile sure is far fetched. that would never happen

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acme's introduction is actually pretty cool. a third party that could either help or hurt carmen but seem to want her captured either way

love that background dad who shoves a fish into his kid's face

zack's joints cracked more than jo's wtf

the way she goes "fish maharh-" and then passes out gets me every time its so comedic. she doesnt like. step out of the car and in the background, as zack and ivy are chatting, slowly look ill and then pass out, crashing to the floor. zack and ivy run over, terrified. NO she walks out and goes FISH MAHAHRaha.... and then puts her hand on her forehead and faints like a victorian woman and then moans on the floor for thirty seconds

she totally got a concussion from that right

THE PROGRESSION OF CHASE'S VOICEMAIL THIS SEASON FROM THE BIT ABOUT THE LOVESEAT AND ANOTHER THING LATER IS SUCH A GOOD LITTLE DETAIL

hi the way her voice reverberates just slightly in the empty garage. good sound design

omg carmen CAN sweat look jackie

ALSO look at my comic about this because just do

the whiplash of seeing coach brunt and then immediately hearing her speak in a gentle ecuadorian accent

the way raf enunciates words should be studied

chief forcibly transferring him is so funny. no. you have no free will you will be acme right now

mmm she calls out for them immediately <333 they are family. also thee panic at waking up somewhere unfamiliar and alone....what if she thought vile had her again. does she call for them when she wakes up from nightmares. i need to know

HI THIS IS MY FAVORITE FACE CARMEN EVER MAKES

carmens bag ROCKET LAUNCHED those tools across the room DAMN

see i feel like that throwing star had to be 3d it looked 3d?? also why does carmen have throwing stars. also dr marquez is literally the most trusting person on the planet

zack: dont be embarrassed! its ok :) carmen: literally couldnt be more emotionless. literally could not care less about the attention zack is trying to give her. did you find the fucking coin

carmen waiting until they had already wheeled it through the doors to mention it was being wheeled away for comedic effect is such a mood

zack reacting like ivy even though he was literally watching with carmen as the fish got wheeled away

carmen: le chevre. ivy, voice blasting through the halls: AGAIN??

yeah he would id you but he literally tried to skewer these two on a fishhook three hours ago

her face when she says bid to win is so cute

who gave zack the paddle.

150,000 DOLLARS!

ivys look of terror when he says that is so funny

AND CARMEN FACEPALMING

this poor fish market got scammed out of a whole 200 buck fish i hope carmen gave them some money

whats with the flaps in the floor

she WHIPS that poor eel. flytrap could never

LEAVE HIM ALONE

we love carmen pulling out the gun knowing full well the speech wont work

that poor fucking tunafish man

le chevre gets cornobbled

something something el topo on his way to slap some goat cheek something

love how top and bottom dont question why carmen has suddenly given up

i also love el topo taking no credit for slapping him with a fish hes luck uhhh yeah bro its the altitude

the lil whoosh as carmen catches the coin

JULIAS GASP AT THE MINTS

shes like ohhh my god he went into the electrical closet. ohhh fuck

wait a minute if the tube fell out first...how is there still a trail leading from that point. they didnt fall out of the tube so did he just have loose mints in his pocket. or

chief: we are so secretive julia argent: mints

THE ALARM ON ZARI AND JAWLINE'S FACES WHEN JULIA POPS IN IS SO FUNNY THE DISMAY

julia is so starved for compliments that she immediately smiles when the random blue projection who kidnapped chase in a dark closet tells her she's sharp

marquez: someday the world will know your name carmen sandiego marquez, a year later, watching tv: UM I DIDNT MEAN BY STEALING THE CROWN JEWELS HELLO

carmen's 👁️👄👁️ when marquez mentions that shes argentinian is so funny one time as a kid i was talking in my sleep and my mom mentioned the dream that i had been having when i woke up and it scared the shit out of me it was that exact expression

damn... damn these spot the difference games are getting hard

carmen e4: we went our separate ways carmen e9: HOOLY SHIT SHES TRYING TO FUCKING KILL ME

I THOUGHT PLAYER SAID "I HAVE FREAKING NEWS RED"

AW YEAH TRANSITION SENTENCE

GOD SAY GOODBYE OR SOMETHING SHE JUST PUTS THE HOOD UP AND LEAVES

CARMEN "BAD AT SOCIAL INTERACTION" SANDIEGO

like the boat looks 3d too methinks

next episode: team red is permanently blinded as zack drives directly into the sun

okay!! pretty solid episode. one of the classics. not my favorite though it feels a bit like they needed a caper to go with the acme plot and they just threw darts at a map

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@blccdflcwers​ asked : ❛ you know my door is always open to you. ❜  ( Kaen from Fenrir )

𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒅.

          More and more oft’ does the godling decidedly spend time in the wolf’s presence ( & does he deserve you , sweet creature ? don’t you know what he wants , don’t you know what he needs ? ) .  Kaen has disproven the power of instinct – their BOND remains ever-stronger , no matter the hunger which founds their design , they each seem rightly a f f i x e d in one another’s lives.  Perhaps to their fault , too , to give him so much , to lay their faith ‘pon his head and press a kiss to his crown in hopes it may sate the urge to devour within ; but they are GOOD & GRACIOUS , they would not once complain if he ever sought to sink teeth into ripe flesh and tear them apart ( verily i believe the doe would thank him , shower him with praise , make the ultimate sacrifice in the name of their friendship if it meant they could be one— ) .  And Kaen would have lied to say that Fenrir does not have a c a l l i n g about him – as such a predator allures his prey , beckons them close and seduces them.  There is no romance here , no desire or fleeting passion that so drives a hunter to his quarry.  There is simply … C o m p a n i o n s h i p .  Or so Kaen would tell anyone who asked.  Fenrir is their FRIEND , and they would stand to believe he would a l w a y s be their friend.

          Wholly absorbed by the novel in their lap , Kaen seems a picture of serenity , tucked away in the confines of a blanket ( scented of the wolf , a smoked smell that brings them comfort ) with thoughtful expression adorning stone-embellished countenance.  This is the second book they’ve gone after that evening alone ; a quick-reader , a DEVOURER of fiction , they engross themself in stories as one may engross themself in work or academics ( a rare leisure for them where time to themself is ever infrequent ) .  Furred ears flick in the midst of a passage , eyes blinking for the first time in what seems like an hour.  There’s a nettling working up their spine – the sense of being watched , or rather , WATCHED OVER .  Antlered head shifts , turning to look towards the other side of the room where stands the Eoten holding two mugs of hot-brew.  It occurs to them he has been idly standing there for at least several moments , observing them.  “Ah thought ye got los’ gettin’ th’ coffee.”  Kaen jokes , hoping to see him smile.  It was his apartment , after all , there’s no reason why he’d get l o s t .

          Instead , he tells them something , something they ought to know already but likely continue to forget.  Blinking a few times , Kaen shifts in their seat , sitting up properly.  “Well , sure , Ah know tha’.”  Do they ?  There have been some times in the past when they h e s i t a t e d to come to him.  Perhaps that was why he brought it up— “... ‘S jus’...”  They put their book aside after marking the page , scratching at their ear in thought.  “... Sometimes - Ah dunno - it feels like Ah’m ‘ere t o o much , y’know ?  An’ ye say Ah’m welcome anytime but , le’s be honest Fenrir , it can be awkward when Ah’m ‘ere.”  Not that it was anyone’s fault , it couldn’t be helped ; the dichotomy of who they both were demanded BALANCE , and being friends was not balance.  “So Ah guess ‘s like Ah feel tha’ Ah’m pushin’ it a bit.”  They bury their nose deeper into the furls of the blanket , inhaling the smell of it – closing their eyes with a soft , appeased hum.  “... But Ah do like bein’ ‘ere.  A lot.  Ah feel s a f e , an’ not as lonely.”

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Hi,so this is sort of my first time requesting on something on tumblr but could you maybe do A Camilo Madrigal x genderneutral reader, where Camilo is really sick and reader has to take care of them cuz everyone else is too busy and reader finds out that Camilo gets really clingy when sick ( ik this is cliche but I really need some fluff rn :')... )

So cute!!! I have so many requests but they can wait!

Pairings: sick!Camilo x g/n!reader

Warnings: none that I can think of, just Camilo just being adorable and clingy

18+ people DNI

There was no simpler way to put it.

Camilo Madrigal could be a bit of a baby whenever he was sick.

Always needing attention, hugs and reassurance. And to be fed.

Unfortunately, there was no Madrigal in the Casita willing to put up with baby Camilo, all claiming that they were too busy to babysit him.

Luckily, Camilo had his super supportive and loyal partner who would always be happy to take care of him.

”Seriously?” they sighed at the sight of the tired, and runny nosed Camilo.

”Yes, seriously,” he replied a pout on his lips, “Now can I come in?”

Y/N sighed, a playful eye roll as their response as they opened up their door, “Get in chameleon.”

"Thank you!" he let out a sigh of relief, falling forward into Y/N's arms.

Y/N dragged the shapeshifter - who was apparently too sick to walk any further - inside their home, and to their bedroom, where they threw him onto their bed.

"Stay there, I'll get you some soup." Y/N said, leaving Camilo lying on the bed.

Camilo sat up straight, staring at Y/N with his puppy dog eyes, "You can't just leave me here."

Y/N rolled their eyes, "Do you wanna get better or spend all day with me getting both of us sick?"

"The second option!" Camilo answered with no hesitation, "But I don't want you to get sick..."

"Then I'll be back with some soup." Y/N said with a smirk.

Camilo groaned, leaning back on the bed, all alone.

*le time skip brought to you by my plant that I need to water*

Y/N reentered their room, the steaming bowl of soup in their hands.

"Y/N, are you back?" Camilo asked, unable to see them as he lay with his back to them.

"Y/N got kidnapped," they joked, "I'm the kidnapper."

"Oh," Camilo mumbled with a sniffle, "Well could you not kidnap me, please? I'm kinda sick, and Y/N was supposed to get me some soup."

Y/N sat down on the bed beside Camilo and ran a hand through his curly hair, making him turn around to face Y/N.

"Oh hey!" Camilo exclaimed, "I thought you got kidnapped."

Y/N laughed, "Have your soup, Cami."

Camilo sat up from the bed, ready to take the soup, stopping to stare at Y/N.

"No,"

"Please," he begged with his signature puppy dog eyes once again.

"You're sick, Cami, not a baby,"

"We both know that I'm both of those things, Y/N."

Y/N groaned, "You are a baby."

Camilo smiled, "Yup. Now can you please feed me some soup?"

Y/N sighed before grabbing the spoon in their hands, "Not a word of this to anyone." They spoke, placing the spoon full of soup in his mouth.

A pained look shot on Camilo's face, "It's hot!"

Y/N chuckled at him, "It's supposed to be."

Camilo frowned, "How am I supposed to feel better when my mouth is currently burning?"

Y/N couldn't help but laugh at them as they frowned at the bowl of hot soup.

"This is funny to you?" Camilo asked, a pout on his lips.

“I don’t understand," Y/N began, ignoring the boy's last question, "Couldn’t your tía help you out? It seems way easier than this,”

“Well, being able to heal people with just your food keeps you pretty busy for the day,”

Y/N scoffed, “What? No special treatment for her second favourite nephew?”

“First favourite. And-“ Camilo tried to answer, but was cut off by a spoon full of soup getting shoved into his mouth.

“Admit it, Chameleon,” Y/N smirked, setting the bowl of soup on their bedside table, “You just wanted to see me today.”

“Oh, please," he began, a smirk of his own on his face as he grabbed Y/N's waist, puling them to lie next to him, "I always want to see you."

Y/N chuckled, "So it shows."

Camilo frowned at his partner, "What's that supposed to mean?"

Y/N tilted their head in confusion, "Cami..."

"Y/N...?"

"You can be the tiniest bit... clingy."

Camilo stared up at Y/N's eyes, "Am not."

Y/N couldn't help but laugh, "You're literally clinging to my arms."

A pout found it's way onto Camilo's lips as he crossed his arms, resting his face onto their shoulder, "I'm sick. I'm allowed to be clingy."

Y/N laughed, pulling Camilo closer, "I know, baby."

The two snuggled together in bed for hours, not needing to speak, just enjoying each other's presence when a knock at the door interrupted them.

Camilo groaned in annoyance, holding Y/N's arm tighter.

"It'll just be a second, baby," they reassured, sliding out of the covers.

Y/N trekked out of their room and toward the front door of their house.

They opened the door to be met with the kind smile of Julieta Madrigal.

"Hello, Y/N." she greeted.

Y/N smiled back at her, "Hi Julieta. What brings you here?"

"Oh, is Camilo here?" she asked, a basket of freshly baked arepas in her hand.

"Oh, yes, he is," Y/N answered, their eyes slightly kitting together in confusion.

Julieta sighed in relief, "Thank goodness. I've been looking everywhere for him, I heard he was sick?"

Y/N held back a laugh, "Yes, he's just in my room if you wanted to see him."

"Oh, that's fine. Would you mind taking in some of these?" she asked, holding up the basket in her hands.

"Of course," they said, taking the basket from her hands, "Thank you so much,"

"My pleasure, just make sure he eats them."

"Will do," Y/N said, closing the door and making their way back to their room where Camilo was waiting impatiently.

"Who was that?" he asked, trying to peer inside the basket in your hands.

"Julieta." Y/N answered, a smug look on their face.

Camilo's eyes widened in fear, before rubbing the back of his neck and covering it up with a laugh, "Ha, about that..."

Y/N set the basket down on the bed next to Camilo, before sitting down next to him, "Did you refuse to let your tía heal you so you could... spend the day with me instead?"

Camilo looked down at his fiddling hands, avoiding eye contact with Y/N, "No... Maybe..." Camilo sighed. "Yeah."

"But why?" Y/N asked, a small smile on their lips.

"I-I don't know.... Everyone else was just busy today and I felt lonely. So I figured that you'd wanna hang out with me if you saw I wasn't feeling good."

"Oh, Camilo," Y/N whispered, placing a hand on his cheek, "I love you so much, you know that?" Camilo just gave the tiniest nod in response, still not making eye contact, "Don't you ever forget it, ok?"

Camilo finally looked up at Y/N, a small smile gracing his lips, "Ok."

Y/N grabbed Camilo's face and pulled him closer to give him a kiss, "Good," Y/N said, pulling away before shoving an arepa in his mouth, "I wanna cuddle you without fear of getting sick."

for @voidpers0n (hope you liked it)

[darling-i-read-it]

Asked

Lestat De Lioncourt x reader

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: some death you know being a vampire and all

Author’s Note: i used to adore this fic omg. (for those who don't know I deteled my interview fics when i found out about anne rice sueing fanfiction readers)

Requested: by anon, Could u write a Lestat fic where reader and him are sorta in love from afar and pining for each other but never really get together because he’s too afraid of the genuine love he feels for her and she thinks it’s impossible for him to feel the same way she does but after Claudia dies reader returns to their old house in morning and finds him and nurses him back to health and they finally get together?? Sorry this is complicated lol I just love angst

Summary: the request!

Genre: pinning fluff

(not my gif)

It was actually Louis who turned you. Everyone pretty much thought that you would be easily closest to Louis because he was the one who turned you, like how Claudia on occasion favored Lestat. You were the first person that he had turned and he only did it bebcause Lestat had asked him to.

But after that fateful afternoon where you became something completely different you were always slightly different. Then you met Lestat and then Claudia (you had been turned only a while after she had). Your little family.

But it was always slightly obvious you and Lestat were a little more than that. Your interactions with everyone was different then it would have been if any of you were human but this was really different. You and Lestat.

He had been alive for many years, years before you were even a thought. His past had been troubled and in his time his relationship with any woman had been limited by their death after they slept together. Lestat had never had that one great love because he had never welcomed it.

You on the other hand, felt very deeply when you were a human. You weren’t weak by any chance but you knew that you could fall in love and you knew you would one day. The minute you met Lestat there was a spark and you both caught it and just as quickly, you both ignored it.

It was often a source of Claudia and Louis discussions, the two of you. Joking about how best it would be to get you both together.

You walked around your home together, laughing as you talked about something distasteful. You shared the ability to kill easily. Claudia had it more than you but you still had that taste for violence that Lestat loved in you so much.

The moon was high in the sky as you walked outside in the dead of the night. Your dress dragged on the ground but it was looser than the average ladies this time of era. It was just the two of you that night because Louis had promised Claudia a new tailored dress that you and Lestat didn’t bother going with to get fitted.

“Do you ever wonder why Louis turned me? I mean I know Claudia's story and I know Louis and yours. But why me?” you asked him. He shrugged, hands clasped behind his back. You passed a couple and there was a brief moment where you both looked at each other, at the couple, decided it wasn't’ worth it and then went about your business.

“Louis turned you because you are stunning,” he pointed out matter-of-factly. You rolled your eyes.

“Les.” He turned to you and straightened a bit. He thought about the conversation he had with Louis the day you were turned, a bright memory flashing in his eyes.

“She’s dying Lestat,” Louis screamed. Louis was still going through the last of his innocence phase and while Lestat had saved Claudia this was different. Both men looked at you, a woman of their own age that either of them could have killed any moment ago for dinner. Both men hesitated.

“Save her,” Lestat heard himself saying. Louis looked up at his companion in surprise. He had expected to be yelled at.

“Why?” Lestat felt it in his heart.

“Because I said so.”

He could never tell you or Louis it was because he had really fallen for you in that moment, dying on the ground or not. And then you had been reborn even more gorgeous which didn’t help matters.

“He saved you because he was soft back then. You remember,” he lied. You shook your head but let the subject drop.

“Look.” You pointed up to one of the large buildings. The curtains were open, light seeping in. It was rather late but there seemed to be a group of young adults, dancing around a piano. The music from it floated through the air. You turned to Lestat, placing your hand gently on his chest. “Play me the piano.”

“Of course mon cheri.”

You left just before Louis and Claudia attempted to kill Lestat. The circumstances had been fleeting and your reason for leaving had been even more so. You left the family because you felt something going wrong and you needed to be away from them. You had an inkling that Lestat could never love you the way that you loved him. Deeply.

So you left your little family with a promise that one day you would return. You had all the time in the world after all, you were all vampires.

When word reached you though that Claudia had been killed you fell to the ground in pain. You had settled down in a slow place in Europe. You wanted to stay where you knew that Lestat had once stayed, subconsciously, but decided against it.

Louis and Claudia had never sent you a letter when they killed Lestat. They couldn’t. They agreed to keep it a secret as long as they could but Louis sent you a letter the minute Claudia died.

Because of that you went home. Back to the place you stayed when you first became a vampire, that home that had once held the family of four people that you left. You only wished you hadn’t left it now.

Shrouded with the dark of night and also black mourning clothing you entered the house. It looked old now, worn down. You remembered the life that was there and as much as you wanted to remember those memories for Claudia your mind continued to wander back to Lestat. You thought about finding him and Louis. You wanted to see them both again.

Your fingers trailed the decaying walls as you made a slow turn back to the main room. There was a piano there and your heart lurched for it. Then it fell when you saw someone in the back of the room, in the corner. While dirty and ungroomed, you knew that hair.

“Lestat?” you whispered. He turned to you, slowly. Your mouth fell open and you stumbled back at the sight of him. His eyes settled in recognition.

“Mon cheri,” he whispered. You rushed toward him and fell to the ground beside the chair he was sitting in. You grabbed his frail hand and shook your head.

“What's happened?”

“What are you doing here?”

“Les,” you scowled. He smiled at the old nickname.

“Claudia and Louis gave me dead blood.” You shook your head, unable to believe that. In Louis and Claudias defense though, after you left Lestat became nearly unbearable. They would both often say that you were his only self control.

“Claudia is dead.”

“Good riddance.” As he said it though there was a bit of sadness. He had once loved her as well, his little daughter. You all had even as she grew with age.

“Come on. I have to get you better, I hate to see you like this darling,” you whispered. Your wheels were already turning with ways to speed up the recovery even if you knew that it would take some time. “We’ll get a place in Paris.” He rolled his eyes but squeezed your hand. He had never been so happy to see another person.

“I’d enjoy that very much.”

You helped him up.

It took a few months but he started to regain the little color that he had once held so gratefully. You helped him at first, catching really ripe, good people and soon he would be able to hunt with you like the old days. You wrote a letter to Louis in condolences of Claudia and gave him your new address (failing to mention anything about Lestat) and Lestat got better.

And you remembered very quickly how much you loved him, now that you had once lost him.

“I’m just glad you didn’t feed me rats like Louis old days,” he muttered, sitting on one of the fancy chairs you had acquired. You rolled your eyes and gave him a look, putting a marker in your book.

“You think I would do that to you and your handsome face?” you asked, raising your eyebrows. He shrugged, a playful smile on his face.

“You’ve done worse.” You hit his arm. The night was just beginning by the looks of it outside and you were reminded of the old days suddenly. You looked over at the piano (the first thing you had bought upon moving there).

“Play me the piano,” you muttered. He watched your features and did as he was told, walking over to the piano bench. He sat down and you brought your feet up under you, looking at him as he began. You knew the tune he was playing but never the name, you were hopeless with the names. You closed your eyes and pushed yourself off of the couch, walking over there. You placed your hands on his shoulders and leaned forward over him, your cheek beside his. You watched his hands carefully.

There was no hitch in the moment of his playing but he did turn to look at you for a moment. You stared in his gorgeous eyes and gave him a thin lipped smile.

“Les,” you whispered. He nodded and before he could speak he turned to you and you kissed him. The kiss that the two of you had been ignoring for more years than you should have been alive. The kiss that would really truly mean Lestat De Lioncourt had emotions. That you hadn’t been wrong in knowing that you were as loved as you loved.

You sat on the bench beside him and he hoisted you onto his lap, devouring you. You pressed yourself as close to him as you could get but pulled away. Your fingers traced his jawline and then through his blonde hair. He raised his own hand so that his fingers were on your lips.

“I have always loved you,” you admitted. It felt so nice to finally say it. He smiled, all teeth so that you could see his fangs. He pushed aside his doubts.

“And I you mon cheri.”

“Why did Louis turn me?” you asked. He chuckled and shook his head, looking away to the side of you. You put your hand on his chin and made him look at you.

“Because I asked him to.”