#verse: boston au

[nicklangfordmuse]

“i don’t fucking care. you’re supposed to be mine.”

Boston is a long way from Minnesota but ever since Nick found out about his son, he has since moved too be closer to him. It was a rocky start but they've figured it out and made it work. It took years for Nick to build a relationship with Shawn that he got to work on his relationship with Katrina first. Thankfully, after that, it wasn't so hard for Shawn to acknowledge his dad and love him with his whole heart. Five years later, they're in the best place they've been since high school.

"We're gonna be late. Where's your mom?" Nick asked his ten year old son who was waiting patiently with him on the couch. But clearly, he was getting bored too since the boys have been waiting for about an hour already.

"You know how mama is with her make up." Shawn added jokingly and the boys chuckled.

"I get it but the party starts in 30 minutes. I have to be there early for the surprise." Nick reminded him and Shawn let out a breath, getting up from the couch and walking closer to the stairs. "Mama, let's go. We're gonna be late!" Shawn shouted.

"I'm coming, I'm coming." Katrina said out loud as she quickly got out of the room to go downstairs. "I'm sorry. Something came up with work and I had to finish it. I told your dad you two should've went there first but...he kept insisting we go there as a family."

Shawn watched as his mama came downstairs in a beautiful dark blue dress and white heels with her hair curled down. He's always in awe of his mama's beauty and today is no different. "How do I look, sweetie? I didn't have time to buy a new dress."

Before Shawn could answer, Nick stepped in the scene and was just completely mesmerized by how beautiful she looked. He thought he'd be speechless but the words from his brain came out of his mouth so naturally. "You look...perfect." He said, letting out a soft chuckle as he felt he was breathless for a second.

Katrina felt her cheeks blush a bit as the boys were giving her looks that made her feel like the only girl in the world. Shaking her head lightly, she came down to their level and nodded, knowing they should head out already. "Alright, boys. Come on. We wouldn't want to be late. It's...a big day today." She added, letting out a deep breath and leading the boys out to the car.

Nick wanted to say more, having a billion more adjectives in his head to describe how beautiful Katrina was in that dress. She's not even the star of the show today but Nick has a feeling all eyes would be on her at some point. But like she said, they didn't want to be late.

Going to the restaurant, the place was booked for a private event. There were about 40 guests in attendance, including Rachel, Tyler, 4 year old Claire and a lot more. When the three of them got there, Nick said hi to everyone as Katrina did but Shawn was still a bit shy to say hi to the people, especially since he doesn't know them all that well. When he saw Claire though, he had to leave his parents behind and play with his little sister slash best friend.

They mingled around for a couple more minutes until one of the guests announced that the star of the night would be arriving in 5 minutes. Nick went over to Katrina and borrowed her from Rachel and Tyler for a few minutes. Going to one of the corners, Nick loosened his tie, feeling like he's choking already as his heart raced. "You're ruining it. Come on. Let me." Katrina said and Nick nodded. "Please. Thank you." He said as Katrina removed the tie completely. "And you're sweating like a pig, Nick. What's wrong?" She asked and Nick shook his head, not sure what kind response she was looking or what he actually wanted to say.

"Are you...having second thoughts?" She asked and Nick felt like his world stopped as he looked at her. His heart stopped racing and for a moment, he knew what he had in mind but he just couldn't say it. "I...feel like...I'm forgetting something." He mumbled as Katrina tried to fix his collar too. "But...I guess that's normal for guys like me in this situation, right?" He added, chuckling nervously.

Pressing her lips together, Katrina nodded at him, not wanting to say the wrong things. "You do know you're gonna have to learn how to fix your own tie from now on, right? I think that's what you're forgetting." She teased him as she finish the perfectly fit tie on him.

"Nah, I just like it better when you do it." Nick told her honestly as he couldn't keep his eyes off hers. Who knows when's the next time he could be this close to her and would get a close look at her shimmering eyes?

Katrina knew she couldn't get lost in the moment and when there was a few seconds of silence between them, she had to clear her throat and change the subject. "Uhm...how about the ring? Did you forget that too?" She joked, trying to avoid the awkward tension between them.

Nick reached for his pocket and got the tiny red box out, opening it in front of her and Katrina felt for a second that the beautiful diamond ring was for her. But she knew, out of all the days, she couldn't imagine that today. Maybe later when she has a glass of wine in hand and she's alone in her room. "It's...still as shiny as the day you showed me." She told him, trying to smile as best as she could.

"I...I haven't really opened it since I showed it to you. And...you're the only person who's seen the ring since I bought it." Nick revealed but Katrina didn't know what to think of that. Why didn't he show it to anyone else? Has he been having second thoughts since he showed the ring to her? Or maybe that's just the tiny crack of hope left in her heart that's wishing today would end differently than everyone else hoped. "I'm really glad you're here. We talked to Shawn about this for over a month but I'm still worried what he thinks about this plan. I know you just want to support Shawn with this...new thing that's gonna happen and change our lives but...I couldn't have done any of this without you. So...thank you."

Katrina wanted to scream but she couldn't. So many thoughts running through her brain but she's just decent enough not to ruin the day for anyone even if she's been dreading for today since Nick planned it. "We've gotten...really close since you came back to our lives and...I think we've become really close friends for the past five years too. Not just as...co-parents to Shawn." She explained and though her heart felt like it was destroyed into a million pieces, Katrina still wanted to show her support to him. Because yes, she still loves him in a way he didn't know.

"I want you to know...whatever happens tonight, you'll always be a part of my life, okay? You're never gonna get rid of me. Ever." Nick assured her as he felt his eyes watering. Luckily, he was strong enough to keep the tears in. This night will change the course of their life forever and while he knew it would, neither of them could just stay in the same spot forever. At least one of them has to move on and move forward, and that's what Nick decided when he bought the engagement ring two months ago.

"She's here! Everyone, hide!" The sister of the special guest said out loud as the lights were shut off. Once everyone was in the dark, Nick reached for Katrina's hand and held it like it would be the last time he'll ever be able to do that. Katrina understood the feeling and the only response she could give was squeeze his hand gently before letting him go. And as she stepped away, she felt the tear finally stream down her face. At least with the lights off, no one would ever know.

Nick closed his hand into a fist, like he was making sure his hand remembered what Katrina's felt like. The feeling would remain a memory from now on and he hoped he'd never forget it. Going to position, Nick stood in the middle with a bouquet of roses in one hand and the box of ring on the other. As the door opened and the lights were turned on, everyone jumped up and shouted surprise.

Ella, the woman of the hour, was surprised as she kept giggling, walking inside the restaurant. Seeing Nick, she pouted at her boyfriend, unaware of what's about to happen next. "Baby..." She whined sweetly at Nick, seeing the bouquet of roses in his arms. "My birthday isn't until next month, you know that, right?" She told him teasingly and Nick chuckled, nodding at her as he led her to the middle of the venue. With everyone's phone on video mode, she started realizing what was happening so she started getting excited as everyone cheered.

Everyone cheered, except for Katrina who was by the corner. Thankfully, the server gave her a glass of wine as she watched the love of her life slowly slip through her fingers and move to someone else's. Forever. [play this now.]

"El..." Nick started, clearing his throat as he handed her the flowers before going down on one knee. The screams erupted from the crowd and even Ella was screaming out loud too.

In the corner, Rachel noticed that her best friend was alone so she knew she had to keep her company. They didn't need to say anything but Rachel wrapped her arms around her best friend and Katrina leaned her head against hers, glad that she has her at least. She understood what she was feeling, even if she hasn't said a word about this. "Right now, it's just you and me in this corner. Everyone's focused on the middle so you can tell me whatever it is that's going on in your head. No judgements." Rachel told her best friend and Katrina could already feel the waterworks coming.

"I wanna start by saying...I'm so glad I bumped into you that night at the bar. I was super drunk about...something and spilled something on you but you remained calm every second of that night." Nick shared and everyone laughed.

"But he went home to me that night. I took care of him...and dropped my date the second I saw how helpless he was because...I couldn't just stop caring about it." Katrina murmured to her best friend as they both listened to the start of the proposal.

"And about a week later, I saw you at the bar again and just had to make it up to you. That night felt like...seconds and an eternity at the same time. You made me feel like I had all the time in the world with you. so it didn't matter if the night ended because...you were there in the morning."

"And yet...with me, you always wished that time would remain still." Katrina responded quietly, just letting her thoughts come out of her mouth. "You wanted the night to last forever because...I might not be there for you the next day anymore."

Nick let out a breath, opening the box in front of her to reveal the diamond ring for the first time to everyone in the room except Katrina and the crowd was amazed at how beautiful it looked. "I guess...what I'm trying to say is...you can take all the time in the world but I hope you'd say yes."

"I would've said yes to you in a heartbeat." Katrina added and her voice finally cracked as the tears kept coming.

"It's not an easy journey. It could be a bumpy road, I'm telling you now. But I'm yours forever if you'd take me."

"Give me all the mess in the world and I'd still go through it with you. I don't fucking care. You're supposed to be mine. Because I've always been yours." Katrina murmured, a little quieter this time as she felt her chest getting heavier by the second. The question's coming up soon and she knew it would break her to hear it, especially Ella's response.

He just had to ask the question now but he felt like there was something blocking his throat. Behind Ella, Nick saw Katrina standing by the corner with Rachel and then the words finally came out. "Will you marry me?" Nick finally asked, quickly shifting his gaze to Ella before anyone else noticed he was looking at the woman in the back corner.

Ella jokingly tapped her chin like she was thinking hard about it and everyone else laughed along.

"In a heartbeat." Katrina said before drinking the entire wine in her glass, trying to toughen it up before Ella finally answered.

"Yes, Nick. I will marry you." She said and everyone started to cheer as Nick slid the ring on her finger, keeping her focus on Ella as he was scared he'd see Katrina walk away and he'd just run after her instead.

[livwritesstuff]

uh so i was feeling like writing something angsty and ever since i wrote this a little bit ago i can’t stop thinking about the idea of what the upside down coming back decades later would look like, however it’s a bummer and not the vibe i want for my steddie!dads verse so consider this an au for an au or whatever idk

It’s a normal, average, mundane, regular Wednesday when Dustin calls.

They don’t talk as much as they used to, but that’s adult life, Steve supposes. 

They both have entire lives now, spouses and children and jobs that consume pretty much every waking hour. The near-1000 miles that separates Steve and Eddie in Massachusetts from Dustin in Indiana doesn’t help things either, and seeing as how Dustin had long-since inherited the Hawkins Lab research from Owens when he retired back in the mid-2000s, that won’t be changing any time soon.

Steve is home when Dustin calls, and between counseling clients, so when the phone rings and lights up with his name, Steve picks it up with a grin.

“Hey man, what’s goin’ on!”

Nothing but silence comes through Dustin’s end for a while – such a long time that Steve checks to make sure that the call didn’t drop or his phone didn’t die or something (and neither had happened, so it’s definitely a Dustin thing).

“Dustin?” he asks, “You there?”

Silence, still.

Then –

“Steve.”

Dustin sounds…not normal, and Steve feels the grin slide off his face.

“What?”

“Steve,” he chokes, “It’s…it’s back.”

Steve feels his heart stop for a second, feels it like all the blood in his veins came to an abrupt halt for just a moment.

“The Upside Down,” Dustin continues, “It…all of…it’s back.”

He sounds like he’s underwater, or maybe Steve’s the one sinking beneath the surface, just like he’d done forty years ago when he’d taken Dustin’s place on that boat and got dragged into hell through the depths of Lover’s Lake.

Steve hangs up the phone, his hands shaking.

His knees feel shaky too, like they can’t support his weight anymore despite doing so for nearly sixty years.

They’ve been giving him problems lately – his knees. Nothing too crazy; he can still go on his runs and putter around the yard and all that. It’s just a part of aging, he supposes, and he hadn’t minded aging before – liked it, even. Liked his greying hair and the crow’s feet around his eyes and his achy knees, because there’d been a period of time many years ago when he wasn’t sure he’d make it long enough to experience that inevitability of life.

Right this second though, he hates it, hates the way it makes him realize he’s not as nimble as he used to be, the way his reaction time isn’t the same anymore, because he knows that’s what had gotten him through those horrible years back in the mid-eighties.

He lowers himself down, and as his ass hits the tile floor of the bathroom – his daughters’ bathroom, the one they’ve shared practically their whole lives, the one Moe lost her first tooth in, the one Robbie pierced her own ears in, the one Hazel will be getting ready for prom in soon – Dustin calls him again.Steve doesn’t pick up, too busy kicking himself for not considering sooner the possibility of this sooner, for not having a plan ready to execute to keep their daughters safe the way no adult had done for him.

He can feel an old instinct – the urge to gather his loved ones close – starting to kick in, his mind starting to race as he catalogs the people who make up his small corner of the world. 

Hazel is easy – she’s at the high school just down the road. He can have her back home, back within arm’s reach, in a matter of minutes.

Robin and Nancy are next closest, still living in Boston after all these years. Steve would wager a guess that they’ll be hearing from Dustin soon if they haven’t already, and then they’ll probably head Steve and Eddie’s way, and then they’ll all regroup. 

They’ll figure out what their next moves are.

Moe and Robbie are trickier with both of them living in New York City and likely unwilling to leave their school and their jobs and their friends without any warning whatsoever. Moe is getting more and more reasonable the older she gets, so Steve may have to start with her and hope that Robbie follows.

Moe is twenty-two now. 

Moe is older than both of her dads had been when Eddie had nearly died, when Steve had carried him out of hell and made sure he didn’t. All three of their daughters – even seventeen-year-old Hazel – are older than Steve had been when he got sucked into that horrible mess, and they’re still so damn young. 

With two decades of parenting under his belt, he finds it kind of unbelievable that anybody had looked at his sixteen-year-old face and seen anything but a child, nevermind actually asked him to do the things that he’d done.

Dustin calls him two more times before he gives up. Only a moment later, Steve hears Eddie’s phone ring downstairs, and then he hears Eddie’s jovial tone as he answers the call. 

He goes quiet real quick after that.

Just as Steve is deciding who to call first – Hazel’s school or Moe – his phone vibrates, two quick buzzes that can only indicate a text from Robin.

He opens it.

did dustin call you?

Steve lets out a heavy breath because, fuck, it’s real.

Yeah, he texts back, then adds –

This fucking sucks

40 years

As Steve watches the bubbles of Robin’s incoming response, he can vaguely hear Eddie’s ascent of the stairs, still on the phone with Dustin. 

The bubbles disappear.

“Fuck you, Dustin,” he hears Eddie snarl, “This is on you.” There’s silence for a while, and Eddie seems to pause in the hallway just in front of their bedroom door. Then, “Yeah, I’ll talk to him…I know…later, man. Love you. Be safe.”

Steve looks down at his phone to see that Robin is still typing, only for the bubbles to disappear again a second later.

Finally –

nance is going back

i’m going with her

Steve could throw up.

He almost does, he’s pretty sure, although he’s not positive because he might be having an out of body experience, or maybe he’s dissociating, or maybe it’s a fucking PTSD flashback or something. He doesn’t know.

He should know, or so his handful of psych degrees would suggest, and he probably would know if it was happening to someone else, but then again, he’s always worn blinders when it comes to himself.

That was true about him when all this shit started in 1983, and it’s still true now, almost forty years later.

Forty fucking years.

He doesn’t look up when Eddie comes into the bathroom, joining him on the floor with his back against the bathtub.

“Dustin took offense to you hanging up on him,” he says, and Steve can hear the way he’s forcing humor into his tone.

As if any of this shit is funny.

“Erica and the kids left with Claudia,” Eddie continues, answering a question Steve probably would’ve gotten around to asking Dustin himself if it weren’t for the whole hanging up on him thing, “Erica went kicking and screaming, obviously. I offered up our house, but they’re still deciding where they want to camp out. And everyone has agreed not to say a word to Jim and Joyce.”

Yeah, that makes sense, seeing as they’re both in their eighties and perpetually acting like they’re thirty years younger – at a minimum.

Not that Steve would know anything about that.

Definitely not.

“He said he’s one-hundred percent positive that it’s all still contained to Hawkins, so…” Eddie pauses, “We don’t have to, like, track down the girls or anything. Just make sure they don’t go anywhere near Indiana.”

And that, at least, is an actual relief.

“Robin’s going back,” Steve tells him, because there’s no point waiting to address that particular issue in this whole fucking mess.

The so I’m going too is implied, because that has never needed to be said when it came to Steve and Robin.

The way Eddie’s face changes evades Steve’s ability to describe. It makes him regret saying anything – that’s for fucking sure. Makes him wish he’d just snuck away in the dead of night.

“C’mon man, we’ve picked up a whole fuckin’ litter over the years,” Eddie says, and he’s still forcing humor into his tone, “You can’t leave me to fend off the masses alone – the years have made me weak-willed, I’ll surrender immediately.”

Steve manages a snort, but he still looks down at the floor all the same.

Eddie doesn’t say anything else for a while, but his hand wraps around Steve’s ankle as if there was enough brute strength in the one appendage to keep him rooted to the bathroom floor.

(Strangely enough, it feels like there might be).

“Steve,” Eddie finally says, his voice stiff and hard in a way Steve doesn’t think he’s ever heard before, “We are way too old for this shit – Robin and Nance too.”

Eddie pauses.

“Steve,” he says again, “I know how important Robin is. I know, but our children would be fucking devastated if anything happened to you. Don’t think they wouldn’t – and something would most certainly happen to you.”

“Eddie.” 

He’s still avoiding his husband’s eyes.

“Steve,” he pleads, something desperate in his voice, “We talked about this. Remember? Last spring, when we watched that stupid zombie show with Hazel? And there was the episode with the old gay guys? We talked about this. You told me not to let you go if this shit came back.”

Steve makes no response. Ed lets out a heavy breath, looking to the ceiling.

They have this conversation every now and then – one of those conversations that always teeters on the edge of an argument – in which Eddie insists that Steve could be fine if their relationship ended in a way that Eddie himself would not. It’s a conversation that Steve hates, because he hates the idea that Eddie – his husband of twenty years and the love of his whole entire life – could still be thinking so low of himself, that there’s any part of him that doesn’t think Steve would be fucking wrecked by losing him.

Still, it had always been a hypothetical. It had never been real.

Suddenly, Steve feels claustrophobic sitting on the floor of his daughters’ bathroom. He gets to his feet and, as he heads for the door, Eddie scrambles up after him.

Halfway down the hall, Eddie lunges for him and catches his arm, wheeling him back around to face him.

“Steve,” Eddie says one more time. 

Then, because he apparently has no words ready to follow with, he stops.

“Steve,” Eddie starts again, “Please. You’re everything. I love the girls and I love our life, but Christ, Steve, you’re my entire world. You changed everything for me. You showed me how life could be worth living, and you keep showing me, and I’m not ready to let go of you yet – not even fucking close. Please don’t let this be the way we leave each other.”

Steve finally lets himself look at Eddie’s face, the face he’d fallen in love with decades ago, the face he’s still in love with decades later. He looks at his big eyes and the hint of grey at his hairline and his crows feet and the scarring that creeps up his neck from underneath the collar of his shirt (it’s a shirt he’s had for ages – since before even Moe was born by the looks of it, but so is the rest of his half of their closet).

And he finds himself nodding.

Eddie’s exhale is all desperate relief as he tugs Steve into his arms and wraps them around his shoulders. Steve immediately reciprocates the hug, pulling him in even closer, surprised to feel tears pin-pricking his eyes

“I love you so much, Steve,” Eddie tells him, gripping the back of his t-shirt so tight he feels the collar pulling taut against his throat, “I don’t say that to you enough.”

“You say it all the time,” Steve replies with a wet laugh.

“Not enough,” he shakes his head, and Steve decides there’s no point in arguing.

A minute goes by.

“Fuck,” Steve half-laughs, half-chokes as he lifts his head to meet Eddie’s eyes, “This fucking sucks.”

“I know,” he says. 

Again, he reels Steve in, and again, Steve lets him, holding onto his husband like a lifeline, like they’re standing somewhere far more perilous than the carpeted floor of their upstairs hallway.

“I know,” Eddie repeats, “And we’ll…we’ll talk about it but for now, just – can I just hold you for a bit, okay?”

Steve nods again.

“Okay.”

read the extended version on AO3 (i.e. feat. added “flashbacks” so it fits the formatting of the rest of the series)

[spookyserenades]

Trouvaille - Drabble #1

Pairing(s); BTS OT7 x Reader

Genre/Themes; Hybrid!AU, themes of the supernatural and the occult, religious themes, violence, hurt/comfort, horror, romance

Rated; 18+ for swearing, violence/gore, future sexual themes. Reader discretion is advised.

Word Count; 2.2k

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Drabble Prompt from @oopscoop

The last of Y/N’s family were bidding their goodnights by the gate, her heady, flowery scent mingling with various other, less enticing, smells of the backyard. Though she was yards away, and the voices of her and her relatives weren’t audible apart from distinguishing who was speaking even with hybrid ears, it didn’t stop the seven hybrids waiting for her to return from trying to catch onto every word she uttered. Tension was palpable between several of them, but there was nothing to do but endure– this was how it was going to be from now on, and for most of them, they hoped it lasted. Time spent with Y/N, that is; the tension, the other hybrids… Well, it was a package deal. 

“Fucksake, Jimin,” Yoongi hissed, the tipsy coyote hybrid grasping a fistful of Yoongi’s long hair to lower himself down onto one of the picnic blankets Y/N had laid out for them. “You think you had enough whiskey? You reek.”

The fabric of the blankets were well worn, threadbare, and Y/N’s scent clung to them tantalizingly so. It was enough to drive any hybrid crazy, but Y/N could hardly know that. She had admitted to each of them that she wasn’t well versed in the behaviors of hybrids, which was proving to be a tricky sort of situation to navigate. 

Everything about their adoptions was unconventional. It was rare that a normal human would ever adopt more than two hybrids, especially of the exotic variety. Adoptions of more than two hybrids (all at once, not to mention) usually spelled trouble for the hybrid; certain death or exploitation, usually. But here they were, with a seemingly average young woman– who was either out of her head or far too much of a champion for the underdog for her own good– in a sleepy suburban town outside of Boston, with shelter, food, and care. It seemed far too good to believe, and in fact, Jeongguk, Hoseok, and Namjoon were waiting for the other shoe to drop. 

She was pleasant, though– Y/N. Hoseok admired her ability to stay upbeat no matter what sort of stumbling block the others threw her way. Seokjin appreciated the fact that she didn’t pry for information, and Yoongi had never met a human so quick to treat a hybrid like an equal, rather than a pet or a wild animal. 

None of the hybrids had ever been formally adopted before, so it was hard to know what to expect from Y/N. She was a young woman, younger than all of the hybrids she adopted, and lived in a rickety old house all by herself. Did she adopt them out of loneliness, pity, or boredom? Sure, she hadn’t done anything to warrant too much suspicion yet, but letting guards down was something Jeongguk and Namjoon were hesitant to do. 

But she was somewhat irresistible. Her scent, her smile, the sound of her voice calling their names… there was no one in the world quite like her. Perhaps it was instinct, to stake claim over their adoptive guardian, to react so viscerally to the sound of their names leaving her lips, the concentration of her scent when she was near. Maybe it was her kindness, or her acceptance; maybe they’d never know. 

“That was a blast. Y/N has some cool friends, and little Daisy was so cute…” Hoseok sighed, grinning from ear to ear as he recalled some of the interactions he had throughout the day. He had never had such an opportunity; to simply mingle and have fun, enjoy the summer afternoon, and drink and eat to his heart’s content. It had his heart soaring in his chest. 

“Yeah, you seemed in your element with what’s-her-name,” Jeongguk drawled from the other blanket, aiming his exhale of cigarette smoke towards the back of Taehyung’s head. Jeongguk didn’t trust any of the other hybrids he had been stuck with after being “adopted”, but he distrusted Taehyung the most. There was something off about him, for sure, and Jeongguk wasn’t a fan of wildcards. “Alison?”

“Alice, was her name. She was one of the twins, Y/N’s best friends,” Seokjin volunteered, trying his best to keep his voice steady in the presence of the raging bonfire. He focused by recalling facts, which he found kept him calm and collected, particularly when they involved the details of Y/N’s life. While she was still quite a mystery to him, he couldn’t help but feel drawn like a moth to a flame– everything about her seemed interesting, and he wanted to know what she liked, disliked, and how she thought. 

“Yeah, she’s cute. Hysterical, too. She was telling me about some of her adventures with Y/N in high school. They used to be pretty wild, from what she told me,” Hoseok chuckled, remembering a story Alice told him about her and Y/N’s trips to deserted MBTA tracks with smuggled Jack Daniels in plastic water bottles, a portable speaker, and pinky finger sized joints on Friday nights in high school.

“That’s what humans tend to do in high school, is it not? Rebel, be reckless?” Namjoon commented, a note of agitation and perhaps envy coloring his rich voice. 

Everything about the situation he was in rubbed Namjoon the wrong way. He never wanted to be adopted, let alone surrounded by other hybrids he’d have to share a guardian with God forbid he was put in that kind of situation. Besides, Namjoon could hardly fathom that he’d been adopted by a frivolous young girl, no matter that she was the daughter of someone he had grown to respect and admire. Humans ended up all being the same, to him. Selfish, wasteful, and foolish.

“That’s what people do, in general, at that age, Namjoon,” Jimin managed, though his speech was a bit more slurred than he would have hoped.

 Jimin felt for the hybrids around him, he truly did. They had entirely different upbringings than he, and guilt festered in his gut over that fact since he had gotten to know each of them over the past week. He wasn’t very used to being around hybrids that were so… untamed. At the ranch, the hybrids he worked with were closer to humans in behavior than anything else, perhaps because they constantly dealt with the public in the park. Really, hybrids weren’t so different from humans, and he couldn’t wrap his head around the fact that the others he lived with now didn’t seem to agree. 

Namjoon rolled his eyes, frankly tired of dealing with the rest of the hybrids that night. He’d had his fill at the cookout, where he watched them prance around and get wasted with humans, strangers. He stuck with Y/N’s mother for most of the afternoon, her presence truly the only comforting one. While she was a little strange, he found the older woman wise and quite kind, which was rare for a human. 

Taehyung was good at turning others out. He found it easy to ignore the voices around him, choosing to focus on just one, alluring voice from across the yard. The Kodiak hybrid had no intentions of befriending any of the other hybrids he’d been adopted with, but Y/N– she was a different story. Gentle, sweet, and understanding. Taehyung worried that with everything that had happened to him, everything that he had done in the past, would drive her away. And that was one of the only things that had ever, truly, scared him. 

Aware of the other two hybrids behind him keeping their distance, Taehyung shrunk to make himself smaller, picking at the silky material of his ruby button-down. Y/N thought it looked nice on him, and that it went well with his eyes; no one had gotten close enough to him to notice the color of them. Something curled in his gut, a fluttering sensation, and he desperately tried to squash the butterflies battering around in there. 

“What’s she holding, Seokjin? Can you see from here?” Yoongi grimaced, not thrilled with his current task of holding up an intoxicated coyote hybrid on his shoulder. 

He’d do it for Y/N, though– the thought of Jimin hanging off of her in his tipsy state had a fair bit of fury coursing through his bloodstream. Counting his breaths and holding onto sanity, Yoongi tried to squint through the orange flames of the bonfire, catching the soft, wispy lavender fabric of Y/N’s dress. She was hugging her mother goodbye, which made the leopard hybrid’s heart twang painfully, but he couldn’t help but study her figure from head to toe, no matter how far away she was. 

“I can’t tell. She’s got sticks, or something,” Seokjin replied quizzically, his fiery eyes narrowing in Y/N’s direction. 

“It’s a s’mores kit, you bunch of dumbasses,” Jeongguk stubbed out his cigarette on the bottom of his shoe, tossing the butt into his empty drink cup. “Aren’t you all predators? You should be able to smell the chocolate better than I can.”

Jeongguk had gotten past Y/N’s incessant need to treat all of them to sweets and surprises. At first, it felt cheap, or perhaps forced. After his little… departure from dinner when he first arrived and he tore her head off just a tad, he realized that her intentions weren’t forced at all. That’s just the way she was, maybe too indulgent in them, and definitely a little naive. At least she was harmless, Jeongguk concluded, and he’d gotten to learn some of the practices of a witch while he lived there, however long that was. 

“God, you are such an asshole,” Yoongi griped, honestly ready to throw the elk hybrid through a window. Y/N, though, would be horrified, so he had to hold back the overwhelming urge. 

“Hey, stop swearing! She’s coming,” Jimin suddenly seemed to have a moment of sobriety, not fond of the way the other hybrids let expletives fly free around Y/N. 

All ears perked up at once, the sound of the old wooden gate latching shut and Y/N somewhat stomping over to them, though a bright smile was stretching across her pretty face as she registered all the hybrids clumped together on the blankets. She seemed to be a touch on the tipsy side still; a flush to her skin, wobble in her step, and the slight scent of booze mingling with her sweet fragrance. Humming, her eyes swept over each of them slowly, each hybrid stiffening a degree when eye contact was made, but Y/N was oblivious to that. 

“My boys, hope you had a nice day,” Y/N spoke, as if she had been saying that to them their whole lives. 

Too quietly for her to hear, Seokjin purred in surprise, heat spreading through his cheeks, while Hoseok’s russet tail from beside him began to wag a little in response to her words. Jimin found himself incredibly flustered, between seeing her in that dress again so close and the way she looked so endeared, and he was thankful Yoongi was holding him up. 

The leopard hybrid, however, felt a twinge of jealousy– it was regrettable, really, that he’d have to share her with the others. Outweighing the jealousy, though, was the pounding of his heart, having to look away from the girl bending in a crouch to pass him a lengthened stake. 

Meanwhile, Namjoon felt like someone just attempted to choke him, scandalized and taken off guard. He hadn’t even known this girl for much more than a handful of days, but he could smell genuine affection coming off of her in tangible waves. Perhaps that scent is what he was choking on. And Jeongguk, next to him, was in a similar state of disbelief– ‘my boys’? She must have drank more than he thought, or that last gin seltzer she had stolen from him tipped her right over the edge of lucidity. He took his stake stiffly, forgetting about how annoyed he was to be in this situation in the first place as he watched her tear open a pack of marshmallows with her teeth.

  “One last treat, just for us though!” Y/N sat beside Taehyung, who realized the butterflies in his stomach had turned into vicious bats, battering his insides with an emotion he’d never felt before. 

Guilt crawled up his throat, knowing that he was hiding something huge from her, potentially life-threatening, especially when she traded her stake already loaded up with marshmallows for his empty one. She was considerate, and didn’t even have to exchange words with him to make him feel at ease. Studying the side of her face, he noticed an underlying thread of anxiety buried deep under her content facade, and startlingly, it worried him almost immediately. He wondered if he should ask her what was causing her anxiety, but didn’t quite know how. 

The moon was full, and it reflected off of her face and hair and illuminated her in a way that made her appear to glow, and it was almost overwhelmingly distracting how completely her scent filled the evening air. The hybrids distracted themselves with conversations between themselves, making their desserts, and soaking in the strange comfort that they had a place to call home, at the end of the night.  

Please do not repost or translate my work. Thank you!

[blindbatalex]

bruins hrpf recs from the server #4

Happy Sunday :3 Our theme this week was non-hockey aus (loosely defined) - below are the recs the server shared!

between garage bays by pastrnaks_sainz || lindholm/pasta || 74,131 words || reccer's notes: the f1 x bruins crossover i didn’t know i needed

Dark Horse by bookhousegirl || Austin Czarnik/Frank Vatrano || 4,584 words || reccer's notes: Providence mob au, set in the same verse as New Habits, also recc’ed on this list. I’m not sure if this one counts considering neither character (indeed none of the listed characters) plays for the Bruins anymore, but the grimy, seedy, small town sense of desperation and the concrete slice-of-life observations are so wonderfully evoked, you feel Springfield Massachusetts like fungus growing under your fingernails. I recommend listening to “Coattails” by Broods as a soundtrack while reading this.

down by the river by @thebluejayawe || tuukka/pasta || 5,916 words || reccer's notes: How grumpy Tuukka is in this is simply perfect; I also love the snowy wintery vibes and the developing relationship.

from ashes to beginnings by @007waffles007 || marcheron || 24,894 words

I’ll be home for Christmas by pastrnaks_sainz || marcheron || 6,553 words || reccer's notes:  Marcheron WW2 au. This is very much a comfort read for me, the savage hand-to-hand combat and scorching sex notwithstanding. I love the way the letter is quoted in its entirety twice within the space of the story, giving it space to breathe and resonate.

like stars in a perfect night sky by blindbatalex || marcheron || 2,051 words || reccer's notes: All I’m saying is that if _Supernatural_ were about this crimefighting duo I would be so obsessed with the show lol. I almost didn’t rec this bc I’m still mad Alex didn’t write a sequel to it, but leaving us with that beautiful haunting last imagery (that final paragraph!) is a choice I have to begrudgingly respect

New Habits by bookhousegirl || Gregory Campbell/Daniel Paille || 5,927 words || reccer's notes: MOB AU!!!! The throughline of aching to return to Boston guts me, it's the perfect theme to use in an AU because it's such a central part of the 'being traded away from a team that you considered home' experience, so it really carries over perfectly.

Penicillin by Aaron_The_8th_Demon || marcheron || 6,180 words || reccer's notes: Post-apocalyptic marcheron au featuring the Bruins as a group of firefighters trying to survive the plague. (Think of a Fallout 4 mission where you’re running around Boston frantically trying to save your infected colleague from dying before you can tell him you love him.) The climactic resolution is handled so tenderly and naturally, so in-character and with so little fuss, it fills me with utter joy every time.

the secrets we keep by blindbatalex || willypasta || 3,751 words || reccer's notes: I loved exploring the outside perspective on willypasta in this fic, with a healthy side serving of forbidden love and what it means to know or trust somebody, not to mention of course, some delightful h/c.

shake it off (darkest before the dawn) by Anonymous || bruins ensemble || 5,892 words || reccer's notes:  (Bill Haters Stephano voice) This fic has everything, it's got kidnapping, it's got spies, it's got whump, it's got enemy spies, it's got JD, idk what else to say I really liked it. It was one of the first fics I read getting into hrpf and had me like :0

Southern Light by bookhousegirl || marcheron || 8,949 words || reccer's notes: Antarctic research station AU. Marcheron. Gorgeous atmospheric writing that is working within a tight-knight insular situation. The author has a very evocative writing style, and the characterizations are wonderful.

[gerec]

Hello, I just want to say thank you so much because you’re one of the main reason I’m back into the Cherik hole again after 8 years :Đ (I’m still having a lovely time here). Also, would you mind if I ask you for some fic recs of 1. Alternative first meeting where Erik and Charles meet/flirt with each other at the bar and 2. Smut fics that included dirty talk about breeding/pregnant kink but no actual mpreg. I know it’s a lot but I hope you could help :Đ Thank you so so much for still being here!

Hello darling Anon! Sorry for the delay; it took a while for me to search for recs based on your criteria! I've got some good ones for their first meeting at a bar, but I was only able to think of/find one fic with dirty talk that didn't include mpreg (the other one is rule 63). Anyway I'm so glad you're giving Cherik another go around it's wonderful to rediscover an old love :D :D :D Hope you enjoy!!!

First Meeting at a bar (there aren't many canon verse fics I know of, but there are many great aus):

In Plain Sight by Lenore

As it happens, Charles does know how it feels to hide who he is. A stranger in a pub sees right through him.

Bloodbound by ikeracity

Finding himself strapped for cash at the start of his senior year, Erik decides to become a donor at TypO, a blood bar where vampires come to drink fresh blood from consenting donors, safely and legally. There, he catches the eye of Charles Xavier, vampire, telepath, professor at Columbia, and quite possibly the most alluring person Erik's ever met. Their first meeting sets into motion a bond much deeper than they can understand, one that neither of them had ever expected.

Hitting If Off by niniblack

Erik meets the perfect guy at the bar. Too bad Mr. Perfect is on a date with someone else...

Twinks, Daddies & Bears. Oh my! by Villain

Charles is fresh back from Oxford and new to the gay scene in New York. On his first night out at the clubs with his best friend Hank, he sees the Big Bad Wolf; otherwise known as Erik Lehnsherr.

Punk Rock Boy by Not_You

Charles goes to a punk gig for an anthropology paper, and things get crazy.

A Telepath Walks Into a Bar by ximeria

Erik hates it when drunk idiots interrupt his flirting.

United We Stand, Divided They Fall by ximeria

The prompt was "the only two people at a bar rooting for the same football team au". And that's more or less what it is.

99 bottles of beer on the wall by orphan_account

It's been years since the accident that paralyzed Charles, leaving him wheelchair-bound and shattering his carefree life of drinking, sex, and loose telepathy. Raven finally guilt's Charles into going to a bar with her, only to have them run into a rather unsavory Mutant and Disability fetishist.

And One For Yourself? (Let Me Take You Home?) by meh_guh

Charles has had it with academia. He's sick of Boston, sick of teaching Bio 101, sick of Nathaniel Essex's guerrilla campaign against his lab time. So of course, the only thing to do is to move back to NYC and open a bar. It'll be a lark.

And Tony's there! Scads of guilt-free, friendly sex is never to be frowned upon.

Of course, the bewitching lunatic behind the bar complicates matters, but Charles is hardly new at seduction. He'll win Erik over in a matter of weeks.

A month at the outside.

Really.

Baby, You're A Hit by mutanitys (chekov)

"How to not make it up to the cute professor you mistakenly punched at a bar" by Erik Lehnsherr.

(Erik still punches the wrong guy, but this time the hospital doesn't seem to be an option.)

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Fics with dirty talk about breeding/pregnant kink:

serendipity by intentation

Charles runs into his professor at a sex club. How can he possibly resist?

Perfection by LadyLustful

Charlotte Xavier didn't think she would be into being bred but here she is, getting off on hearing how she's perfect and will give Erik perfect babies.

[ask-nyc-boroughs]

🦅🦅🦅 I AM BACK 🦅🦅🦅 been traveling around, officially graduated undergrad, & moved ! so been busy ! last week I was feeling super self-indulgent and I wanted to get back into drawing + face practice so I decided to draw a bit of my human au that I share with @gardenkeeper .

I’ll give some details of it below. Only warning is, this is my self-indulgent au and I think I tend to have a very canon divergent view to begin with so if you don’t like it cool I just don’t wanna hear it lol

Ramona “Mona” Sanchez is California in the normal verse & Margaret Ferguson is North Carolina in the normal verse

Alfred is a bit of a chaotic immature mess for most of this.

Alfred’s family background in this is very much upper class - Kennedy-esque. The Thayers are Boston Brahmans. And the Joneses in this universe are like a military legacy family hence why Alfred ends up at West Point.

Alfred’s mother was very fragile in mind and body. Alfred’s father was a bit of a playboy. Their marriage was disastrous and Alfred’s father was a cheater.

Like in my normal universe, Alfred’s first love is Maisie (Margaret). He however freaks out and decides not to commit to her cause she’s of a very different socioeconomic background than him and he’s too immature to just stand up to people who would question their Union. So this leads him to later marrying Mona instead - but they’re not particularly compatible with each other.

Alfred also didn’t want to end up like his father so he ends up with a lot of commitment issues. As he gets older he grows out of this, but it takes many years and it does cost him a good relationship with his daughter cause he moves back to the east coast after he divorces Mona and for a number of years he doesn’t do a good job of building a relationship with Marta.

Marta comes to resent her dad. Although lowkey she’s also a rebellious grumpy shitass like her dad (Alfred is better at hiding this aspect of himself).

Maisie and Alfred do get together in the end, it just takes them both to get divorced and get old lol. They have 1 surprise baby.

[haveyoureadthisfanfic]

Summary: Modern multi-perspective Geraskier AU with: Good Dad Geralt, Teen Ciri, and Teacher Jaskier. Set in and around Boston, Massachusetts, USA. Subtle crossover in X-Men verse. Geralt and Ciri are mutants. Jaskier is human. Geralt is Ciri’s legal guardian. He works as a Whole Foods butcher in Blaviken to make ends meet. Ciri is starting high school this year, but secretly being a mutant makes it difficult to fit in. Jaskier is a stylish, uninspired music teacher at Ciri’s high school. He hasn’t had much luck with love, until he meets Geralt.

Author: @adelizaa

[hellofanidea]

hi :)) PLEASE can you tell me a little of what the plu mafia au is about because those tags on your last post are insane and i am so intrigued

Ohohohohoho @lewis-winters may have been the better person to ask but by God I'm gonna give you the best run down I can.

PLU is our abbreviation for 'People Like Us', which is our OC verse centered around Natalie Morse and Arthur Foster, and the PLU Mafia AU is exactly what it says on the tin, a Mafia AU centered on them. We've built quite a bit of wider lore around them, especially for Winnix, Speirton, and Webgott, which all feature heavily.

With regards to @lewis-winters tags specifically, it's fair to say given the nature of the AU the relationships definitely take on a more... morally complicated?? Flavour??? Than normal??? The short version is that Speirs is a crime boss operating out of Boston, and Lip is his right hand, but also a corrupt cop, which breeds an interesting power dynamic. They could both sink the other whenever it's most convenient, and that's something that hangs over them. In a slightly more romantic sense Speirs knows he'd never have the heart to do anything to Lip, but he'd let Lip tear him to shreds if he chose to. Normally he's vicious, ruthless, but with Lip he leans his head back to give better access to his throat.

(There's also even more complications with an underlying past Speirs/Liebgott semi-unrequited dynamic, but I feel like that requires its own post.)

Winnix is, if you can believe, even darker. They head a prolific and long standing crime dynasty. They have killed for each other. They've also built a family and a respectable outward image. This includes Tab, Dick's protégé and their pseudo-son (they also have a daughter, Bea, who is another of @lewis-winters really wonderful OCs who I recommend checking out in all 'verses). Things start falling apart when Tab is sent to deal with Natalie's rising star in their world, but ends up getting involved with her. There's a long, uneasy, partnership that forms, but eventually the divided loyalties become too much of a risk, and Dick chooses to preserve his and Nix's life over keeping Tab around.

I feel like I've explained all of this very poorly, and I'm so sorry, but I hope that's explained at least some of it? Its been a minute since we've properly talked about it so some stuff I might have gotten wrong or missed. Please feel free to ask more if you want though!

[bbrissonn]

𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐮 - 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐫 𝐳𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐬 (𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨)

╰┈➤ trevor zegras x fem! singer! reader au

╰┈➤ oc: Alanna Oregon (no faceclaim)

╰┈➤ masterlist

╰┈➤ this is completely made up from my mind, these songs do not exist, i created the titles and some of the verses one night thinking about this. i created these titles and verses for the sole reason of being able to have complete control over what Alanna sings and writes

𝓖𝓮𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝓐𝓵𝓪𝓷𝓷𝓪 !

ೃ⁀➷ born May 23, 2000, Kennewick, Wash.

ೃ⁀➷ her best friends since birth is Becca "Becky" Rivera, their dads have been best friends since childhood

ೃ⁀➷ moved to LA in summer of 2019 to follow her music career

ೃ⁀➷ released her first official single in October of 2019 titled Love Message sparking numerous dating rumors, but no one knew who it was about

ೃ⁀➷ her debut album called Obsessed with You came out in summer of 2021, it was composed of 12 love songs, including Love Message, making it pretty obvious she was in a relationship by now, but who the boyfriend was remained a mystery

ೃ⁀➷ November 24, 2021. Alanna posted a carousel of photos soft launching her relationship with mystery man

ೃ⁀➷ January 2, 2022. Hard launch of her relationship with Trevor while the two quarantined together

ೃ⁀➷ April 2023. All posts about her relationship with the hockey player are deleted from her instagram sparking break-up rumors

ೃ⁀➷ Summer 2023, dating rumors between Trevor and Dixie, one of Alanna's close friends, begin

ೃ⁀➷ September 1st, 2023. Alanna announces her new album, Tired of U, coming out on October 14, 2023.

𝓐𝓵𝓪𝓷𝓷𝓪 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓣𝓻𝓮𝓿𝓸𝓻'𝓼 𝓻𝓮𝓵𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓼𝓱𝓲𝓹 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓮

ೃ⁀➷ the two met in summer of 2019, Alanna had just moved to LA and Trevor was in Anaheim for the Duck's training camp

ೃ⁀➷ Alanna was laying on her beach towel when Trevor walked up to her and the two started chatting, eventually exchanging numbers

ೃ⁀➷ it was clear to the both of them as they got to know each other that they had feelings for one another, but since Trevor was going to Boston, neither of them acting on said feelings

ೃ⁀➷ october 29, Love Message dropped, the lyrics being a letter the girl had wrote to Trevor, but never sent when she saw he had a rumored girlfriend

ೃ⁀➷ the two didn't talk much until Trevor came back to California in September of 2020

ೃ⁀➷ A week before Trevor left for Michigan, November 3rd 2020, he asked her to be his girlfriend

ೃ⁀➷ In summer of 2021, Alanna released her first album, Obsessed with you, all the songs being about Trevor and their relationship

ೃ⁀➷ When the two of them caught covid in January of 2022, the two decided to hard launch their relationship with Alanna posting three photos. One being them watching a Harry Potter movie with only their blanket covered leg in the frame, the other being a plate of cookie, and the last one being a selfie of the two of them cuddling as Trevor pressed a kiss to her kiss

ೃ⁀➷ Their relationship was perfect until the 2022-23 season started, Alanna noticing the boy started acting very differently on and off the ice

ೃ⁀➷ The two eventually split up in April, Trevor calling her after his last away game of the season in Arizona, breaking up with her and hanging up before she even had time to realize what he had said

ೃ⁀➷ Alanna and Trevor never saw or talked to each other after that, all of her stuff being gone from his place when he came back, and all his things from her home being in a box on his bed

ೃ⁀➷ Now, had Alanna announces the release of her second album, all the songs being about Trevor but for not so good reasons this time, the boy has the urge to reach out.

𝓽𝓲𝓻𝓮𝓭 𝓸𝓯 𝓾

✎track i - 11 feet behind

✎track ii - friend stealer

✎track iii - mascara stained cheeks

✎track iv - killing us softly

✎track v - 30 seconds

✎track vi - sunset chasing

✎track vii - crushed mind

✎track viii - i regret you everyday

✎track ix - i miss u

✎track x - spinning circle

✎track xi - forgive

✎track xii - heist

✎track xiii - heart n soul

✎track xiv - tired of u

[andydrysdalerogers]

Presley ~ A Curtis Everett AU ~ Part One

Curtis Everett x OFC Presley Adams

Synopsis:

Curtis Everett is a hard working man. As the head of the mob of Concord, he does everything he can to provide for his wife and children. His life is perfect. Until it's not.

After a devastating accident, Curtis is alone with his children and needs some serious help.

Presley Adams needs to find work and fast. Running from her past she just wants to lay low and earn enough to get her out of town. Until she starts working for Curtis as his live in nanny.

As she falls in love with this family, can she stop her past from finding her? Or will her past be the end of the Everett reign in Concord?

Book two of the Five Kings of Boston series

A/N: It's here!

Banners by me! Dividers by @firefly-graphics

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Series Masterlist // Main Masterlist

Part One – The Boss 

Welcome to Concord.  An up-and-coming town outside of Boston.  Where kids can play with their friends and shop owners advertise with signs on the street.  It’s a quiet town.  An unassuming town.  A town where one-man rules and no one forgets it.  This town, Concord, is Curtis Everett’s town. 

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“Anna, come back to me.”  A man slept in his bed, tossing and turning, reliving an old nightmare.  

Four Years Prior... 

Curtis’s POV 

“Are you sure you’re gonna be ok?” 

I could see that my wife is exasperated with me. “Honey, it's just to see my parents and back. One weekend. You can last one weekend with the kids.” She took in my grumpy face and smiled. “Curtis, I would take them with me but...” 

“I know, it's for their safety,” I grumble.  Anna giggles at me.  I love that she giggles at me. Her big scary mob husband. 

My name is Curtis Everett, head of the Everett family of Concord, mob boss and King of this town just outside of Boston. Most people would consider me a scary sight.  Tall, brooding with a buzz cut, beard and piecing blue eyes that, more than a few people have said, seemed to be able to suck out your soul. I took over for my dad a couple of years ago. My business in the city is protection, that everyone paid, gambling, which Sherrif Bodecker turned a blind eye to for a fee, and clubs, strip or otherwise.  I ruled with a ruthlessness that could make a man piss himself.  

But I know my place. I have four other equals that answer to a higher power.  

But in my town, Concord, I am the head of our town, the law, the savior and the devil.  

I only have three weaknesses in the entire world: my wife and children. I just don’t like being away from you, sweetheart. 

“I know, my love, but daddy is sick, and momma just needs a break for a few days.” Standing on the curb at the airport, Anna Everett knows me very well. Her big, surly, bossy of a mob boss is truly a teddy bear underneath, she would tell her mother.  Her father had been the same until he had stepped down to her brother.  She married into the Everett family to tighten the alliance between families from Chicago and Boston, so she was well versed in protection and sacrifice. It was just chance that Anna and I had met in college before and were already in love when the alliance was made. I still think that Dad and my father-in-law set us up, hoping that Anna and I falling in love, would be the outcome. 

I pulled her back into my arms and kissed her forehead. “I know. Just hurry back to me, Mrs. Everett. I love you.”  

“I love you, Mr. Everett.” She kissed him slowly and passionately. “Take care of my babies.”  

“Always.”   

I’ve been in love with that woman since freshman year in college.  I saw her for the first time at the coffee cart, her long blonde hair pushed away from her face with a blue head band and green eyes enhanced with glasses. She had been laughing with her girlfriends, looking so naturally happy; it was love at first sight. It took two weeks for me to work the courage to ask her out. I had never drunk so much coffee in those two weeks. Cup after cup, waiting for the moment, hoping it would be the day until I saw her again. When I approached her, she blushed from the attention.  Her hair was up that day, her glasses on top of her head. “Hi,” I said. She smiled and I was a goner.  

I asked her to lunch and from that day, we were inseparable. We had never been away from each other for more than a day in 10 years. I watched as Anna walked through the terminal and security. She turned around and waved, blowing me a kiss.  I caught it and kissed my hand, waving goodbye.  

It would be the last time I would ever see her.  

Present... 

I jolted awake from the dream. Every once in a while, I would still dream of that last day with Anna. How much I wished I had insisted she fly private instead of commercial, forced her to stay home and fly her parents to us, so she didn’t have to leave.  

You’re supposed to grow old with the love of your life. 

Raise your children and then watch them raise their own children.  Hold hands in the cold. Kiss in the rain. Dance in the sunshine. Make love in the moonlight. Live the life you had planned out.  

The love of your life is not supposed to die in a plane crash.  

Now I was left with two small children. The lights of my life. Joshua, my eight-year-old son, and Everly, my five-year-old girl, had grown up without their mother.  I wasn’t even sure if Everly remembered her at all. She had been just one when the accident occurred.  

I tried so much to keep her memory alive. Anna had been the best mother, the best wife, the best partner any man could have asked for, especially for the life I led. Being one of the five kings had its perks, of course, but it left my family in constant danger.  

I had the crash investigated for sabotage, but none was found. We took precautions when we traveled, made sure my wife flew under an assumed name because of her status.  Not just as my wife but also because she was the daughter of a former head of a family as well. The Monteleones were strong out in the Midwest and when Anna married me, I made a promise to her father that I would do anything to protect her. I would go in guns blazing if anyone dared tried to hurt my family.  My Anna. 

A plane crash was something I couldn’t predict. I couldn't control it. I couldn’t protect her from that.  

I failed. 

I sighed as I stretched and got out of bed. I went to the bathroom and then checked on my children.  Everly and Joshua still shared a nursery, but I knew it was time to let Joshua have his own room away from his little sister. I chuckled quietly when I saw Joshua half off the bed, tangled in his blankets, mouth slightly open. I shook my head and gently adjusted his son back into his bed, laying the blankets back over him. My daughter stirred slightly. “Daddy?” 

“Morning princess,” I whisper. “Shh, let's stay quiet to let brother sleep, ok?”  I picked up my little girl, a perfect duplicate of my Anna. She yawned and curled into my neck as I walked us downstairs. I sat in my chair by the fire, early November bringing a chill in the air, enjoying her cuddles into me as she woke up. “You want some breakfast, Evie?” She nodded and I carried her to the kitchen.  “Morning Ma.” 

Sylvia Everett smiled at her son and granddaughter. “Morning Curtis. Morning my Evie doll. I made cinnamon rolls. Just need to fry up some bacon.”  

“Thanks Ma.” I kissed her cheek and went to set up Everly in her booster and her colors. I returned to the kitchen and poured myself a cup of coffee. “How’d you sleep Ma?” 

“Ok, I guess.  Still weird not to have your father next to me.” My dad had been diagnosis with cirrhosis of the liver.  They caught it pretty late, so there wasn’t much more we could do but make him comfortable until he passed.  It was hell for my mother. Her entire life had been devoted to my dad and now here she was, a widow, just like me.  

“I know Ma but its only been six months. It doesn’t get easier, you just get used to it.”  

Sylvia’s heart broke for her son again. While his father had died from illness, Anna was taken from then suddenly and that was crueler and harder. “I know, my boy.” She patted my hand. “What’s the plan for today?” 

I made a face. “I’ve got meetings today.”  

“With who?” She took as sip. Ma had been like a consigliere or counselor for my father as he grow the family business.  She would lend her advise from time to time but mostly she. supported my dad in any way she could. It had been unheard of in the old days, but my dad embraced it. Just like Anna, Ma was raised in this world and understood it better than my father sometimes. When I took over and Anna was gone, she did the same for me. I’m forever grateful that she stepped in to help me with my family.  

“Some guy from Jersey, Giovanni, I think. He’s looking for some help with something. Who knows, Anthony’s got all the details. I have a call with Barber and with Rogers. I’m hoping to get it all done before lunch so I can throw the ball around with Joshua. And Miss Everly has requested cupcakes.” I sighed. “Not sure how I’m going to pull that one off.”  

“You’re a good father Curtis.” Sylvia put her cup down. “I’ll make the batter for you and leave instructions.”  She played with her hand. “I did want to talk to you about something.”  

Concern flooded my body. “What is it Ma? You ok?” 

“I’m fine. It’s just,” she sighed, “I’ve been thinking about moving back to the Paris property.” 

I stopped mid sip. “You want to leave?” My head was spinning. Yes, I had been the head of our family for several years, having taken the reigns three years after we had got married from my father.  My father had developed a distaste for the family business and could no longer hold up the demands of being the Don. He had spent years training his only child to take over. And had great joy when I fell in love with the heiress of the Monteleone family. I took the reins, stepped in and the transition was smooth. Nothing kept the family down. Until the loss of my queen. “Ma...” 

"Son, you have done a terrific job raising your children and running the family business.”  

“Yes, because you have been here to help me.”  

“I know, but I would like to retire and enjoy my time now. I think you should hire a cook and a nanny for the children.”  

“But...” 

“Curtis, it’s not like I am asking you to fall in love again. I am asking you to find help while you work. It’s the best thing for all of us. I want to retire, enjoy the last years of my life.  I don’t have to stay at the Paris property forever, but I need time to grieve and resettle into my new life.” 

I couldn’t ignore her argument. She had been with me through my grief, taking care of my father when he was sick and helping raise my children.  She had earned the right to be a bit selfish and live in her favorite estate. I pulled her in for a hug. “You won’t leave until I find someone right?” 

“Of course, my son. I need to make sure they are the best fit for my grandchildren.”  

My mother is a smart woman. I didn’t delay. I took her advice seriously and found a chef for the house right away. Adam Jones had been highly recommended from Andrew Barber’s wife, who was a baker herself. He came in to interview and I found him direct and agreeable. “I have two small children and they usually will eat whatever I put in front of them, but you understand that there will be some aversion to things.”  

Adam nodded. “Of course, sir. I had a lot of time, working with children to know how to make the food great. What ages?” 

“Eight and five. My five-year-old is the one that can be the pickiest.”  

As I finished the sentence, Everly ran into the room. “Daddy, Joshie is trying to put a bug in my hair!” She climbed into my lap.  

“Evie, sweetheart, I’m in a meeting.”I saw Clint chase after her and stop but I waved him off to stand by the door.  Clint was my right hand and was protective of the children. We had been best friends since grade school and was the children’s godfather. He would wait until Everly came out to take her back to the yard.  

“But Daddy...” 

“It’s alright Mr. Everett,” Adam interrupted.  “Hi Evie, I’m Adam.”  

Everly, like every little girl who found a handsome man, became shy and curled into me. “Hi.”  

Adam chuckled. “Do you like cupcakes?” 

Evie perked up a little.  “Yes. My nana makes me pink ones with a strawberry on top.”  

“That sounds so good.  I make some with little flowers and sprinkles that make it sparkle. I used to cook for a princess. Maybe I can make them for you?” 

She nodded with enthusiasm and turned to me with her big green eyes that she knows I can’t say no to. “Daddy, can we?” 

“Of course, princess.” I kissed the top of her head. “But I need to speak to Adam a little more so go play for a little bit and then I’ll come have a tea party with you. Sound good?”  

“You’re the best daddy ever!” She hopped down and made her way out of the room.  She turned back. “Bye Adam!” I saw Clint take her hand and walk away. 

“Bye Princess Evie.” Adam smiled and turned back to me. “Sorry, my girlfriend, she has a daughter a little older than Evie but every girl loves a little sparkle.”  

I laughed. “Yes, they do. She is like her mother.  Joshua, my son, takes after me. Very athletic and opinionated. I’ll introduce you on the way out. Otherwise, any questions?” 

Joshua ran into the room at that moment. “Dad, Evie was lying about the bug.” He took note of the man sitting in front of his father. “Oh sorry.” He made to move to back out of the room.  

“It's fine. Joshua, this is Adam Jones. I think he might be our new chef.”  

Adam took note of the boy who looked just like his father. “Hi Joshua.”  

“Hello Mr. Jones.  You can call me Josh. Dad is the only one who calls me Joshua.” The little boy stuck out his hand. Adam took it a shook it, noting the force the boy had put into it.  

“Well, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” He gave him the once over. “You look like a boy who thrives on burgers and fries.”  

Josh nodded. “That’s my favorite. Well, that and pizza. I hate Brussel sprouts.”  

Adam chuckled “Good to know. I’m sure I’ll learn all the things you like to eat.” Adam winked at him, and Joshu nodded.  

“I’m sorry for interrupting Dad. I’ll go check on Nana and Everly. It was nice to meet you.”  

“Same.” Adam watched the boy leave. “He looks just like you.”  

“Poor bugger,” I replied with another laugh. “Now where were we?”  

We discussed the finer details of the job, salary, hours and whatnot. I walked the man out the door and was shaking his hand when I noticed a young woman wandering outside the gate of my home. She looked about 24 or 25, with dark brown hair and glasses. She wore a black peacoat with long black boots. Something about her reminded me of my Anna.  As Adam walked past her with a nod, she approached the steps to the house. “I apologize, is this the Everett residence?” 

I couldn’t help but stare at her. Dark curls hung down her back with blue green eyes framed by black framed glasses. Her full lips were a sweet pink, and I had the sudden urge to feel them against mine.   

What the fuck? 

I mentally shook myself and cleared my throat. “Yes, and you are?” 

She gave me an earth-shattering smile and I was blown back. It was a smile that was just like my Anna’s. 

“My name is Presley. I am here for the nanny position.” 

NEXT

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[calamity-unlocked]

I’ve been spiraling a bit over Yeet and Killa, and the slightest encouragement from the incredible @taaalia has given me the motivation to get back to the writing table. Thank you dear, this one’s for you <3

This drabble is part of my fic ‘you’d bleed just to know (you’re alive)’, which is a nark rockstar AU. I might put it into one of the later chapters, but for now I wanted to share it here!

~

The sound check had just wrapped, leaving the band with an hour to kill before the real action began. They were hanging out in the green room, trading stories. Nick was talking about how last time they’d been in Boston, Grant had given Yeet, Killa and him a half-assed tour of the city, which ended in them getting thoroughly lost in the streets of the North End. Yeet took over the conversation with a snort, describing how Grant had refused to admit defeat until after a full hour of aimless wandering.

Lark chuckled along, seemingly happy to hear how their mutual friend was doing. Once the story had reached its conclusion, he directed his attention to the siblings. “So, how exactly do you two know Grant? Did Nick introduce you?”

Killa gasped loudly at that question. Even from where he was sitting, Nick could see her eyes widen and light up like fireworks, and he instantly knew what was coming.

So did Yeet, horror dawning on him. “No,” he said quickly, holding out one hand as though he still stood any chance of stopping her. Too late; a big grin had broken out across Killa’s face.

“Have I got the ballad for you!” she said. With a bolt of energy that had been nowhere to be found while she had lazily lounged on Ellory’s lap, she catapulted herself off the couch. She grabbed Nick’s customized red fender from where it was resting against the wall and practically flung it towards him. Nick’s reflexes kicked in just in time, barely managing to prevent the instrument from a headlong collision with the floor.

“NO,” Yeet repeated sternly, but there was a crack of panic in his voice now, to which Killa merely responded with a delighted cackle.

“Nicky-boy, you know what to do,” Killa winked at him as she snatched an empty water bottle and leaped onto the couch. With theatrical flair, she held the plastic vessel in front of her mouth, using it as an imaginary microphone.

“Oh for fuck’s sake,” Yeet groaned, burying his face in his hands and sinking deeper into the cushions of his armchair. He seemed to have resigned himself to his fate. “Not this again.”

Nick flashed Yeet a sorry-not-sorry type of smirk, fished his lucky pick out of his pocket, and started strumming an intro he had played a thousand times before, the familiar melody filling the room. Ellory let out an amused cheer as the crisp notes rolled out while Lark raised both of his eyebrows in recognition of the song.

Undeterred by the dirt her Doc Martens had tracked onto the couch, Killa danced on the spot, her energy infecting every movement. Once the intro was over, she began to sing. Her voice was a little rough around the edges and her vocal range wasn’t the perfect match for this particular parody, but the confidence and utter joy with which she sang more than made up for it.

Yeet was a boy

Grant was a guy

Can I make it any more obvious?

Yeet was a punk

Grant did Fortnite

All so black-and-white

“This song sucks ass without a drum beat!” Yeet jeered while she was singing, having gotten over the initial stage of mortification. Nick knew from repeated experience that the upcoming stage was murderous vengeance. Killa cheerfully flipped him off while she continued the rest of the verse.

Grant wanted Yeet

Yeet’s straight as hell

Secretly Grant wished he was bi as well

His handsome friends

Thought it was whack

The guy just never cut himself some slack

Nick deftly changed the key for the chorus while Killa’s performance was slightly hindered by the fact that her brother had gotten to his feet and was now actively chasing her through the greenroom. Nevertheless, she persisted, if a little out of breath and too high-pitched from having to hold back a burst of manic giggles.

He was a straighter boy

He said see you later boy

I just do not swing that way

He had a pretty face

But Yeet had a female taste

He needed to come back down to— ahhh!!

She let out a loud cry as her brother had finally caught up to her. Yeet had pounced on her, the force of his momentum sending them sprawling to the ground. He covered her mouth with his hand and then let out a disgusted groan. Nick had been witness to enough of the siblings’ antics to understand that she’d immediately licked his hand in retaliation.

After a short scuffle, Killa managed to push her brother off her and stood up. Dusting off her tartan skirt with swift sweeps of her hands, she turned back to face the rest of the group, her expression radiant with pride while her curls hung wildly in front of her face. “My lyrical masterpiece ‘Str8er Boi’,” she proclaimed, taking a deep bow. She was met with a resounding applause from Nick, Ellory, and Lark.

“Remind me again why she isn’t our main songwriter?” Nick chuckled, setting his guitar aside.

“Because I’d quit,” Yeet grumbled, scrambling up as well. “And just for the record, Lark. That song is absolute slander.”

Killa rolled her eyes. “He came out as bi like a month after I wrote that song, just because he hoped I’d stop singing it.”

“I came out as bi because I got a boyfriend!”

“It’s alright, bro, you don’t have to pretend with me. You know I’d accept and support you exactly the way you are,” Killa said dramatically, draping her arms over her brother’s shoulders and putting all her weight on him. She took a deep breath, kept her face miraculously straight, and with extreme, exaggerated gravitas, she said: “Love is love.”

“Oh, fuck off,” Yeet replied and playfully pushed her away.

[asteria-argo]

If you are looking to ramble about Disaster Prone Teenagers, I’d love to know what both of their families look like in this AU?

Like for instance- does this mean that Eddie has oldest sister problems? Is she roped into babysitting her baby sisters all the time? Is most of their family still in Texas? Does her dad travel back and forth? Did he even make it to her quinceañera?

Assuming Buck’s home life is similar, what about the Maddie-and-Doug situation? Is Maddie perhaps keeping her sister at more of an arms length, more afraid of what Doug might do if Buck were to run her mouth around him? Does Buck still have a motorbike at that age that she rides around like a jackass? Does she have the exact same haircut?

My Most Beloved Mutual Readwing I am kissing you on the mouth I love you SO much for this ask. Their family situation is one of the main things that I am rotating in my brain constantly since I first came up with this AU a few months ago.

We'll start with Eddie, because I love her a lot and she means everything to me. Eddie's family, her mom, dad and two sisters are all still in El Paso. She moved to LA for what was supposed to be one summer after a Traumatic Event that is a whole post on its own to live with tia pepa and her abuela and then she just... never went back?

She has that Eldest Daughter Syndrome where she'd been raising her sisters since she was barely in double digits and moving to LA was the first time she really got to just be a teenager without the burden of being the second parent while her dad was busy with work. The deal was always that she would go back to El Paso eventually, but the more time she spends away the less she wants to go back. She definitely has a lot of guilt about it, because she feels like she's abandoning her sisters, and her parents don't really help with that because they want her home regardless of the fact she's happier in LA.

As for the Quinceanẽra, after a brief amount of research I have discovered that around the time the Traumatic Event took place would have been when she was supposed to be having it, so there's some fun angst potential there where I think Eddie ended up missing out on that milestone. There's also some solid potential for a hurt/comfort fic where she finally gets to have it, just a little later than normal, but I would have to do more research into it before writing anything like that since I'm not that well versed in the cultural significance of Quinceanẽras. Clipboard Buck helping her best friend plan her Quinceanẽra is a very fun potential fic in the verse though.

And Buck, oh the Buck of it all. Buck's family life is actually a lot different in this AU, unlike Eddie's whose is mostly the same just adjusted for teen angst instead of grown up angst, mainly because Daniel lived in this AU. At least until Buck was about 14.

It changes everything and nothing at the exact same time. Buck grows up being constantly micromanaged, not because her parents are worried about her, but because they don't want something to happen to her in case Daniel needs her. Daniel, being a reasonable person, thinks this is absolutely insane and does his best alongside Maddie to give Buck a semi regular childhood despite the pair of them having their own issues with their parents. Then, Maddie meets Doug, and it's just Daniel helping keep Buck afloat in their house.

When Daniel is 22, and Buck is 14, he goes into kidney failure. He doesn't survive, and their parents blame Buck, who refused to donate one of her kidneys too him. The first time Maddie sees Buck since she moved to Boston with Doug at 19 is at Daniels funeral.

Maddie and Doug move back to Hershey after Daniel dies. Things get steadily worse over the next year, Doug proposes to Maddie and they get engaged at the same time Doug becomes more outwardly abusive, the Buckley parents become steadily more neglectful of Buck in their grief over Daniel, which leads to Buck spending more time with Maddie in order to get away from them. which opens the door for two things. Buck sees how terrible Doug is to Maddie, and Maddie sees how terrible their parents are to Buck. This culminates in the two of them running away to LA together the night of Maddie and Dougs rehearsal dinner, after Maddie sees Doug get violent with Buck, because while I don't think she would be ready to leave for herself, I think she would for her baby sister.

As for Bucks hair I genuinely have,,, so many thoughts about it. I think Buck is a very stereotypical pretty, feminine cheerleader archtype. She's got this long, curly blonde hair that has always been at least mid back length since she was 10 years old, which is why when she chops most of it off during a Dramatic Moment and gives herself the classic bisexual bob it's a major deal for everybody involved. Which is in itself it's own fic about self image and expectations ect ect that I can and will get into eventually.

[pj-was-here]

ok what the hell is it with dogs dying in the sherlock verse

first theres the old sickly boston terrier from a study in scarlet killed by a pill, THEN there was that starving mastiff in the copper beechez AND THEN THERE WAS THE HOUND OF BASKERVILLEZ WHO WAS SHOT SEVERAL TIMES LIKE

WHY DO YOU KEP KILLIMG THE DOGS

I KNOW TRANQS WERENT INVENTED YET BUT COME ON!!!!

anyways ive made an au and the hound is adopted and named sir bakington and he is very loved and lives with watson

[silentknives]

* VERSES.

all that we know may never be enough ; main

For some, there comes a time when neither sides work out — when neither have the answers. There comes a time where one needs to find their own way, and that is the conclusion Emily has come to. In the struggle to find her own path, she embarks on a search for her missing mother. She hopes that this search may provide answers to an alternative solution for this age-old war between Templars & Assassins. She hopes to find a way to tip the scale towards a more balanced society, and to keep it that way, but the possibility of that is a question she has yet to find the answer.

silence is no longer an option; assassin verse

Emily Beckett was born on 1757 in London to a doctor and a seamstress. Due to the high demand of medical assistance in the British colonies in America, her father was recruited there. Both parents sought a new life in this new land, but due to reasons unknown, her mother had to be left behind. Emily was four years old when she moved with her father to America, Boston specifically. When she grew older, she often helped her father with supplies by making frequent runs to the Frontier to trade and collect materials. She eventually learned to hunt, and she became a notorious hunter in the Frontier. Her skills eventually caught the attention of the Assassin Brotherhood and, at some point, was recruited.

a tale retold in the name of order ; templar verse

Same beginnings and motives, but a different encounter. She had eavesdropped a “secret” organization accidentally in passing – the Templar Order. Intrigued by what little she heard about them, she eagerly searches for this organization throughout her journey around the frontier and in Boston. Her search led her to the Green Dragon Tavern where she finds a small, but influential band of men who were in the order. They were reluctant and skeptical of her at first, for she kept her goals and motives a total mystery. However, she more or less shared the same values as them – wanting order and peace in this young and budding country.  After creating an alliance and working together on multiple occasions, Emily was deemed worthy of joining the Order. She hoped with the resources and skills the Order could give her, she would find a way to help her father without producing more chaos than she had already caused.

a fortress of distortion ; modern / reincarnation AU

Emily is an intern at Abstergo and a college student getting her masters in Archeology. Throughout her life she has had strange dreams about being the same woman, but these dreams became frequent after getting in contact with some Isu artifacts. Dreams turn into nightmares. She becomes haunted by these familiar scenarios and opens a secret investigation of the woman she keeps dreaming about. Turns out one of her ancestors was an Assassin, but not only that, she hypothesizes that she’s a reincarnation of a rogue/vigilante from the late 1700′s. Emily makes it a personal mission to study the Animus and to, eventually, get herself into it to get answers. She juggles between being a good student, being an even better intern, and discovering who she really is.

two sides of the same coin ; alternate assassin’s creed AU

Similar background, different timelines. This is mainly for crossovers within the Assassin’s Creed franchise ( other than AC3 ).

to live by no one’s rules ; red dead redemption AU

Known to some as a trader and a huntress of the Ambarino Grizzles. To others, Emily is an infamous bounty hunter, and goes by the alias ‘ Silent Knives ’. Under that alias, no one really knows exactly who she is or what she looks like since she disguises herself beneath the dark of night. She has brought in quite a number of criminals and outlaws throughout the years, and she has become an asset to law enforcers, but not quite reliable enough to be in full allegiance with them. She’s only a bounty hunter out of necessity, and it isn’t a full time occupation.

[thejadedking]

Prince Galeb Bazory starter call

Like this for a wee starter from my AU verse where Galeb agreed to become Prince of Boston and Hartford. Multi's please specify who it's for.

[the-devious-pixie]

RP INFORMATION

MUSE LIST

better one later!! this is just to name a few

star wars

anakin skywalker/darth vader anakin solo cassian andor (au based, haven't watched andor) han solo kyp durron poe dameron (au, eu based) zekk --- list to be expanded upon request.

Preferred SW Ships : Anidala, RebelCaptain, Scoundress, JediPilot

others

aleksander morozova/the darkling - s&b billy russo - the punisher draco malfoy - potterverse - trio to next gen kunzite - sailor moon 💝 lucius malfoy - potterverse - marauders to trio myles manwoody - asoiaf 💝 phoenix malfoy - potterverse - next gen oc 💝 salazar slytherin - potterverse - founders era 💝 scorpius malfoy - potterverse - next gen theodore nott - potterverse - trio to next gen tom riddle jr. / lord voldemort - riddle and beyond 💝 warryn beesbury - asoiaf 💝 viserys targaryen - asoiaf

Preferred ships : Darklina, Scorose, Lucissa, Drastoria, Nottgrass 💝 - exclusive ships, will rp friends, enemies, past relationships.

GENERAL STUFF

Hi, my name is Dev, 25+ female in the Boston area. I tend to rp mostly male roles because it's fun. I have a few general rules that one must take into account before rping with me.

I prefer discord rp over tumblr rp, but am okay with doing it here. The organization is better on Discord. If we end up having multiple verses going on between a set of muses I will request we move it to Discord.

I'm a very busy woman - I an UX designer within the medical industry and half of my team is across the Atlantic. Rp is my escape and I will not tolerate drama, or being hassled for anything.

Replies will come when I have the time, and the muse. I don't care if you format, add gifs; I personally don't - but whatever - you do you, I'll do me. I truly don't give a fuck.

I tend to only ship with the people I'm friends with because of past trauma in rps. This doesn't mean we can't ship, we just need to get to know each other first. As such I have some muses that exclusive to certain co-writers. This will not budge.