Oh hella, this boy. Ruining my perfectly stabled bias list. Y'ALL READY?;
Theme: Matchmaking! au.
Pairings: Casanova!Yanjun x Matchmaker!Reader
Okay well sht.
HERE WE GO.
So back in the old times, it was normal to get matchmade by professional matchmakers. Even up to date, there are still matchmakers setting up people who just need a little help or are overly hopeless.
You for one had inherited this business from your forefathers.
Not that you could complain because the best thing you get out of this is money and seeing happy couples thank you for making them meet.
Everything was smooth sailing until you met your hardest client.
A person called Lin Yanjun was apparently forced by his parents to get matched because he had been too flirty and could not keep up a relationship.
When he walked into your office, you could not help but stare at him because he was hot…like hotter than anyone you knew.
He would smirk at you seeing how just like any female, you fell into the trap of his visuals. How can you not tbh.
Anyway, you asked the usual questions from what he wanted in a woman, where was his ideal date place and so on and so forth.
And you know how he answered?
Wherever you want, as long as we get to be alone, babe.
Now, you understand why his parents sent him here.
You had tries already two different women in three days and he kept on saying that they were not his cup of tea.
“Are you sure you can’t match me with you?” He would constantly askbas you scanned through the folders for date candidates.
“No, sir. We keep it professional here.” You constantly answered as well which only earned a groan from him.
The more dates you had set up for him, the more he declined.
You also noticed how he had been staying longer in your office? Like he goes home much later than your secretary???
Then that one time.
The clock had rang and signaled that it was 5pm. You had to get off of work and Yanjun continued to watch you.
“(Y/N).” He called out which you just answered with a hum as you looked at him.
“Since it’s off work hours, would it still be unprofessional to ask you out on a date?”
You looked at him and there seem to had been no malice in what he said. He just really has this default smile that kinda makes him look like a playboy.
You thought. Why not? This boy really seems desperate for one date with you.
He took you out to somewhere you did not expect.
It was like…a loud marketplace?
You always assumed that Yanjun was loaded since your fees were quite high and he had been to multiple sessions with your company.
But why did he take you here?
The locals seem to know him as well since they all greeted him.
He managed to pull a chair for you before taking a sit on his own.
It was such a fun date over soju, fried chicken and tteokbokki.
He even asked if he can drive you home.
“I never knew you were this type of guy.” You told him as he got into his car.
“Well, you always had set me up in fancy dates. This is the real me, you know?”
“I’ll set you up on a date like this then.” You smiled at him and he shook his head.
“I only want dates like this with you.” He commented as he leaned in to pull on your seatbelt.
“You know? You won’t get a wife any time soon if you keep flirting with other girls.” You said as he continued to fix the strap of the belt.
He then stopped midway to look at you. His eyes piercing through your soft ones. Your cheeks began heating up as you felt his breathe blow against your lips.
“Should I only do it with you then?” He asked in a serious voice.
“See..you’re gonna really mislead a lot of girls if you keep being like that.” You laughed as you playfully pushed his cheek away.
He gently gripped on your wrist to stop you from pushing him and he brought his face close to yours. ‘I’m serious, (y/n).“
"Why would you wanna date me?”
“Make up your mind, Yanjun.”
“I wanna marry you.”
Your eyes widened at that statement. Why would he? Like? He’s so good-looking and amazing and you’re just you?
He probably read your mind because he started talking again.
“I like how you are. Just for you. The way you smile when you found a new match, the way you laugh when I joked around, the way you work so hard…all of those. It’s like…you matched us..unintentionally.”
You just stared at him.
He just stared back at you.
There was tension and you could see him glancing down on your lips and then him pursing his own as if wanting to control his urge to kiss you.
“Do it…” you whispered.
And he leaned in to kiss you softly. He had let go of the seatbelt and instead cupped your cheeks in his palms.
You could feel yourself overflowing with warmth. Maybe you’ll just to keep it a secret to him for a while that he became your first boyfriend…and your last.
It was just a month before your wedding with Yanjun and you had been hitting on his chest repeatedly which only made him smile at you.
It was already a mess trying to explain to his parents that you were matching him with you instead but now you’re left with another dilemma.
“How can this happen?!” You whined as you slapped Yanjun’s arm which drove him to a fit of laughter.
“Sorry, there are things I can’t control when I’m with you.” He brought you into a tight embrace and placed a kiss on the tip of your nose.
“How are we going to tell them?” You sulked in his arms but hugged him back nonetheless.
“I don’t think they’ll mind. I think they’ll even be excited to know that they already have a grandchild on the way.”
Should I make a series? But I don’t know how to hyperlink on mobile do I know how to make a masterlist. I HAVENT BEEN ON TUMBLR LONG ENOUGH TO KNOW.
Poking holes in the concept of Kara’s glasses effectively hiding her identity, saying, “this character would be too smart not to know so they must have secretly figured it out by now” is like poking holes in the science of Supergirl’s powers and saying “there’s no biological way for heat to shoot out of someone’s eyes in a beam, so Kara’s powers don’t actually work in the show. Kara is a magician and it’s an illusion.”
It just doesn’t make sense, given the assumed suspension of disbelief that goes along with these things.
For one, Kara’s disguise is canonicallyveryeffective (Like, it’s worked so far. Just accept it), but also importantly, whether or not someone can see through Kara’s disguise does not depend on how intelligent they are.
It depends on:
A. If they notice something that doesn’t add up (or adds up too well),
B. If they have reason and opportunity to really think about why it doesn’t add up,
and C. If when they do wonder why it doesn’t add up, there isn’t an available answer that is simpler than “my friend is actually secretly a superhero.”
Notice that this list doesn’t include “is smart enough to suddenly see through Kara’s disguise for no reason, when they couldn’t before” because all of these characters are highly intelligent and would have figured it out immediately if it were a factor.
It’s just not obvious that Kara looks exactly like Supergirl in this world, or everyone would just already know.
The show makes some effort to make it seem kind of believable, but it’s still a fact of the universe as illogical and yet very canon as Kara’s flying capabilities are.
Just because Maggie said the glasses aren’t a very good disguise doesn’t mean they actually don’t work. It was more the show making fun of itself than anything.
Maggie didn’t figure it out because Kara looks like Supergirl. She figured it out because Alex was weirdly distraught over Supergirl, and Maggie tried to figure out why.
A. Maggie notices that Alex is acting unexpectedly and emotionally, and it caused her to break it off with Maggie.
B. This confusing reaction of Alex’s impacted Maggie greatly, so she spent time thinking about what happened, because figuring it out was important.
C. It’s hard to know exactly how Maggie got rid of other, simpler possibilities, but we were told it was something like “Alex cares about Supergirl. But Alex only cares this intensely about one person, Kara. It’s more likely that Kara and Supergirl are the same person than it is that Alex cares about someone else this much.”
When Cat figured it out:
A. Noticed that Kara slipped up by saying she heard someone who she couldn’t have heard
B. Was grateful to Kara for saving her job, surprised at how effective she was, and had promised to get to know Kara better. So she had reason to go over everything, especially since she was being forced to reevaluate how she sees Kara and was probably trying to Figure Her Out.
C. Cat seemed to comb through a lot of information that didn’t match up with Kara. Things she noticed (A) but didn’t have motivation (B) to figure out until Kara surprised her. This left Cat with remembering a lot of instances of things that didn’t add up about Kara that she was trying to understand all at once. So she came up with this comparatively simple conclusion, this one answer that fits everything rather than a different answer for each oddity.
From this point on, after Kara is seen with Supergirl, the concept is present in Cat’s mind, so all Cat really needs is A. to get the ball rolling.
This is why Cat is the only character who I will accept “secretly knows” headcanons about.
Lucy is an interesting case, where her stating that she didn’t realize Kara was Supergirl was because she didn’t want to know. This implies that she either
A. Noticed something, B. had reason to think about it and C. came to the right conclusion, on some level, but then suppressed the thought before it was fully formed
A. Noticed something but then, before she could get to B, stopped herself. She had motivation not to look more closely.
Now. Lets suppose some evidence is presented to Lena, for whom I’ve seen the most “she must know!!!” posts as of late.
The proposal is that because she’s a genius and she’s been given some evidence, she must necessarily know.
Let’s address a few of these instances.
“I was getting coffee with Kara Danvers when you called.”
A. Did Lena notice that she was getting coffee, of all things, with Supergirl, late at night? I mean probably not, she just almost died. But let’s suppose she did.
B. Did Lena have any comparative reason or time to think about why this weird thing happened? Probably not, since she had important info for Supergirl and also in case you forgot, almost died. But let’s again suppose she did really think about it.
C. Are there no simpler explanations? Well, just off the top of my head, Supergirl is Kara’s biggest source and would be relevant to the article Kara is writing, so it’s not strange to hear that they were together. Even at night. Reporters have weird hours, and superheroes probably would too. Lena herself was working when she called. And if they were busy working at night, they caffeine from coffee would keep them up. Takes a second to figure out, but it’s not as far-fetched as “maybe these two people are actually only one!”
Mon-El and Mike are the same person, an alien and knows both Kara Danvers and Supergirl
Noticed it conceptually, wouldn’t say she’d be thinking about how weird it is since she’s kinda busy, but I’d just say Lena would assume Kara knows all the Important Aliens and people surrounding these alien affairs.
“I flew here…on…on a bus.”
A. Probably too busy thinking about the interview and having her head in business mode to notice. But if she did-
B. Possible “huh weird way to say that” with no extra thought. But if she did-
C. “She was talking about how quickly the bus was going and then forgot the word for bus for a second. It happens.” or just like “She’s nervous for some reason.” like literally anything would make more sense than “She literally traveled here by flight.”
Now the example most often presented for the opposing argument is when Lena realized Rhea said “Gods” instead of “God.”
But let me show you why she figured it out in this case (beyond ‘the writers wanted drama’).
A. Noticed. Her sole focus was on Rhea and it was followed by a pause in activity, so she would definitely catch it.
B. Had motivation to look further into it because she was actively analyzing her new possible business partner anyway. She had a lot at stake professionally and emotionally (since she felt an emotional pull immediately), so of course she’s on high alert. (Contrast to Kara who is usually rather non-threatening during the context of her slip-ups. Now, if she had made a mistake when she was Supergirl and accusing Lena’s mother, Lena would have been already analyzing Kara and chances of discovery would have been higher.)
C. Rhea being an alien isn’t as far-fetched as Kara being Supergirl (or even Kara being an alien, since Lena thinks she proved she wasn’t one) so I don’t think we need to do as much work on this one. But there are only a couple options for Rhea’s slip up. She’s a human polytheist (somewhat rare, and she’s not exactly the stereotype of one), she accidentally added an ‘s’ as a vocal mistake (but she’s so composed otherwise, so it’s out of character), or she’s an alien (something that is increasingly common and something that is on Lena’s mind due to her new technologies and ideological ponderings as of late. Whereas, conversely, she may not even know that Supergirl having a secret identity is a possibility.)
So I don’t think it’s unrealistic that Lena doesn’t know Kara isn’t Supergirl, once you get past the obvious fact that they have the same face.
And I think, mostly, that once the slip up occurs and assuming the character noticed it and thought about it, people are asking the wrong question.
It’s not “Are they smart enough to put this together?”
It’s “Is there no other, more reasonable conclusion for them to come to?”
And I think that people keep making this mistake because they’re unwilling to accept that, in Supergirl, Kara Danvers just doesn’t obviously look like Supergirl.
It’s Occam’s razor.
The simplest answer is often the correct answer.
But fans have been applying it to our universe’s rules, when these rules have been redefined in Supergirl’s universe.
Just accept that everyone on Earth 38 just has really poor facial recognition skills.
Image by @hage2013 ~ I couldn’t resist using it because they look so cute here <3
Who hogs the duvet
Mercy since she likes to be warm and cuddly. Genji is too nice to even have any resistance to it. Hell, he would even purposefully wrap it all around her like a blanket burrito just to see her all cute and happy.
Who texts/rings to check how the other’s day is going
Genji because unfortunately, Mercy is a bit too busy to remember to call all the time. He’d try to keep track of her schedule/breaks though.
Who’s the most creative when it comes to gifts
Genji. He didn’t have that many girlfriends in the past without knowing all sorts of tricks and ways to win their hearts.
Who gets up first in the morning
Being a doctor definitely, makes Mercy wake up earlier. As for Genji, well he might not need sleep but he probably wouldn’t want to get out of bed instead of cuddling his angel.
Who suggests new things in bed
Who cries at movies
Neither of them actually. I don’t think they’re the type to cry at movies. They’ve seen things.
Who gives unprompted massages
Genji because Mercy would often work too hard and focus too much so she might get aches and back pain otherwise.
Who fusses over the other when they’re sick
Mercy because she’s worried about how a cyborg could get sick (plus then both her lover’s and doctor’s instinct both kick in). When she’s sick though, Genji ends up having to fuss over her in return because she thinks she’s fine since she’s a doctor.
Who gets jealous easiest
Probably Mercy though not too much. Genji was a playboy after all and is still quite attractive.
Who has the most embarrassing taste in music
Probably Mercy, whatever her tastes may be (perhaps native songs or relaxing classical music). It’s not the music itself but more that she hums or sings along to them at times without realizing it (though Genji loves it of course).
Well, Genji has his weeb music but he’s proud of it.
Who collects something unusual
Genji. For a man who climbs up buildings and wanders all over the place (old habits die hard I guess), he’s bound to find something strange now and then.
Who takes the longest to get ready
Mercy because she gotta make sure she looks good. Genji, well that t-shirt seems to fit him and not dirty so it seems fine.
Who is the tidiest and most organized
Mercy because she’s used to working in her lab (though her lab itself is sometimes a bit messy).
Genji has his clean habits from back in Japan too, but not his top priority nor did he really have things that he absolutely had to keep track of. As long as he knew where his stuff was in the mess, it was fine.
Who gets most excited about the holidays
Mercy because she wants to make good memories with Genji plus she’s always excited over decorations and festivities (especially when it involved others too).
Who is the big spoon/little spoon
Genji likes to be the big spoon because then he can feel Mercy being all cute and nuzzly against his chest. Plus who would pass up the chance to give that adorable angel headpats?
Who gets most competitive when playing games and/or sports
Genji has his passion and pride in video gaming. He gives her some mercy at times but still tries to win since he didn’t want to seem like he was going easy on her.
On the other hand, Mercy is trying pretty hard too. Something tells me that she gets really competitive with tennis despite Genji having reflexes that make it unfairly hard to beat him.
Who starts the most arguments
Neither of them really argue, Mercy is good at communication and keeping in control while Genji has learned a lot through his time with Zenyatta. If anything, Mercy might get stressed occasionally and snap at him, though she’d apologize soon after.
Who suggests that they buy a pet
Genji wants a cat. And a sparrow. And maybe a bunny too. Plus he already has a pet dragon.
What couple traditions they have
First one who wakes up has to wake up the other one with a kiss and breakfast (which encourages Genji to get up early sometimes [see getting up]).
What tv shows they watch together
Grey’s Anatomy because Genji is amused by Mercy fussing over medical things and making commentary about things. Other times they watch Korean/Japanese dramas (especially romance ones).
Disney movies too, since Genji like to see Mercy get so involved when her eyes light up at certain scenes and especially when she sings along so adorably (thanks for the idea @cyborgninjacarrot).
What other couples they hang out with how they spend time together as a couple
Lucio and D.va for fun! Ah, youth …
McCree and Hanzo to keep an eye on them and for more interesting life chats. That and to make sure they don’t kill anyone (including themselves) by drinking too much.
Who made the first move
Genji because he sure knows how to ask a girl out. Mercy would probably feel too conflicted and shy about approaching him. That being said, it would be a while before Genji got his courage back and the confidence to do so.
Who brings flowers home
Genji since he walks through town a lot and sees pretty flowers that might remind him of Mercy. That being said, she might buy them occasionally especially if she came home late or wanted a small gift to surprise him.
Who is the best cook
Genji. See “gifts.” Plus with that skill with his sword, I’m sure he’d make a great sushi chef.
Tell me if you want to see more like this in the future!
It was my first day on the job as the new handmaiden for the richest family in my town, rich from investing in real estate. They even owned half of the business buildings we had out here. The last handmaiden didn’t tell why she quit, but she even moved out of town. When the word got out they were hiring everyone applied. It was seen as a privilege, especially to men as they had a daughter that was single. It also seemed as though the family being orcs didn’t phase the money hungry people from trying to seduce this family. When I was brought in to the hiring service for questioning they only asked me one thing, ‘What is your father’s name?’ I thought it odd but told them, I didn’t even mention he passed away and they called me the next day asking me to come in over morrow, which is a Sunday, bringing us back to the daunting sage colored door I’m standing before. I’m too scared to knock, or ring a doorbell, even though it was hot as hell from the long walk to get to this point. Heck I didn’t even think I’d make it this far when I applied, but they seem to have accepted me because of my father. I pull a fist up to knock when the doors open and I’m greeted by a tall, wide, olive skinned orc. His tusks that protruded from his lower jaw were adorned with jewelry, as was the rest of his beard and hair. “Welcome, welcome!” He shouts excitedly. “You must be the new handmaiden! Mae, was it?” He grabs my hand and pulls me into a warm hug, lifting me off the ground with my legs swinging beneath me before a woman’s voice scolds him.
“Put her down! I have no doubts you scared away the last one with your death grip of a hug!” He drops me and I stumble back and watch a very pregnant and pale lavender skinned woman slapping the man with her full force. He laughs it off and points to her as he looks at me. “This is Oleok, my wife! I’m Grug, please use our first names, we aren’t a formal name kind of family.”
I know you said you don't want to talk about this topic anymore but you hace always been balanced, you have never written hateful things about Sam (or Cait) so I would like to read a post of yours about all of this. Because I know I won't read anything hateful or disgusting but something that comes out from the heart of a kind person. And God knows how this shipper community needs more kind people right now.
Thank you, anon. That is nice to say.
I’m actually in the situation that I don’t know how to proceed. Reading what was said here over night, was like looking into an ugly mirror. I don’t want to be that person, who makes derogatory comments about a young woman. Calling her “crosseyed”, with “no neck” and “fat shoulders” etc etc.
Disgusting. And the reason? She might be a person Sam cares about. Maybe even loves. Maybe is very serious about. Or not. Who knows? In any case it is no reason to insult her.
For the record: I love Sam and Cait. I love Outlander. I think Sam and Cait are wonderful people. The might not always make wise decisions, but it is not our business how they live their life, with whom they’re in love and with whom they’re not. We might live in our own little fantasy world and wish for a fairy tale, because WE think the fairy tale would be wonderful, but that doesn’t mean it IS going to happen.
I know I’m terribly curious. There’s no other excuse for my shipping. I also know it is not my place to be curious. I know I shouldn’t ship real people, because they’re real people with real feelings, but I thought it was okay, as long as I did it respectfully. I just love them together. They’re so cute, so wonderful, they glow, they make me happy. They’re a way to forget my own problems, to push worries away and frustrations.
I think most people in a fandom have a reason to be there. We don’t need to pretend, that we’re all successful, happy, attractive women, who just happen to have this little obsession with Outlander and the two actors in it. I think we all know, that this little obsession is an escape for many of us. Not all probably, but a lot of people. And probably even more so for the most active people in this fandom. An escape from whatever trouble and problem and depression is in our lives and that is perfectly OK. We need it and it is good for us and it helps us to cope with really difficult times.
But real life shipping gets difficult if the real story doesn’t match the fantsy and we can’t cope with that. We have to realize, if the real story is a different one, then so be it. Where is the tragedy in it? Where does it really affect me whether Sam and Cait are together or not?
It doesn’tl. I’d need another hobby, that’s all. Because I’m a shipper mainly because it offers entertainment. It keeps me busy all day and the great thing about it is: It never ends. No hiatus, no Droughtlander. Sam and Cait are always there, always available for my shipper entertainment.
I thought it was okay, as long as it was done respectfully.
But for me the line was drawn tonight. I didn’t see much respect. It got nasty and ugly and I don’t want to be part of this.
Sam and Cait just live their life with or without other people in it. Who knows and who cares?
I’m undecided how to proceed. Maybe just concentrate on Outlander? I do love the show, but it is off air for another 6 months! And I don’t watch any other show. Not one. I just don’t watch TV.
Maybe I should try to hold back more. Just try to create my own little bubble of shippers, who love Sam and Cait and love the fantasy, but are able to talk about the other people in their lives without malice and who can accept that there might be no truth behind our shipping. There are a lot of shippers, who don’t participate in the nasty. Maybe I should concentrate on those.
Boyd is studying
at the dining table in Derek’s loft when the hand appears in his view
with a Reese’s Cup and slides it across his notes. Even without
looking up, the long fingers and the moles dotting the skin give away
who the appendage belongs to. He looks up anyway, and catches Stiles’
studying a while. Thought maybe you’d want a snack?” He sounds
uncertain, and Boyd can hear his faster than normal heartbeat in his
Boyd says and picks up the single cup. Even more than just the action
itself, Boyd is surprised by what he’s been offered. Stiles is more
protective of his Reese’s Cups than some parents are of their
children. He never shares, not even with Scott.
rationalizes it quickly. The loft is nearly completely out of food,
the only things left being boxed foods that need five other things to
make, four of which they don’t have. There’s nothing here that’s
really snack food material. Stiles is just being nice, and it’s a
coincidence that Boyd also happens to really like Reese’s Cups. Boyd
savors the treat anyways, and goes back to his studying just a little
lighter than before.
Boyd made sure to
stock the freezer with Reese’s Cups after the next shopping trip.
After all, according to Stiles, that was the best way to eat them.
The answering squeal the next time Stiles opened the freezer was well
worth the gentle ribbing Erica and Issac had given him for the
I looked at the teacher yet again, still not
being able to completely focus on his words. Not because I didn’t want to or
because I thought that his class was boring. I loved his class, it was actually
my favorite. I couldn’t understand what he was saying because the people out
front, the popular kids, were being too loud for whatever reason.
I rolled my eyes at them and tried my best to block
them out. I had done the same thing many times before so it shouldn’t be a
problem to do it once more. But when I finally managed to do it I wished that I
had stayed oblivious for the rest of the class.
Short fic that probably should have never seen the light of day. Erik × Cleatus. Smut. Non-hetero. Erik is just numb and don’t care. Foolishness.
“Erik don’t do this shit bruh I’ll give you the damn money,” Sean says palming his face. The clippers buzzed in his other hand as he worked on cutting Erik’s hair. All the guys in the shop were telling Erik to chill, but Erik is Erik and Erik does what Erik wants to do.
“Ain’t about the money. You don’t get it cuz you ain’t been out here doing questionable shit to begin with, but the shit don’t bother me like it bother you. I can do this shit and sleep like a baby tonight.”
“Nah nigga.. You killed people I get it, but that made sense. You had a reason then. There’s no reason for this!!!”
“I killed women, children, whole families. I bombed churches and schools in other countries. I stole shit.. expensive shit. I interrogated people. I fuck women who beg me to treat them like shit and I still sleep. I ain’t have to do none of that really. You ain’t gonna understand though, so I’m a catch you.”
With that, Erik left the barbershop with his fresh line-up and fade looking crisp. He had a dick appointment and this one was for charity. Call it his good deed for the month.
The old man opened his door looking like he was dressed for church and Erik knocked the hat off of his grey head.
“You already ain’t got no fuckin teeth so you can start by sucking my dick. Get down on them rickity ass knees and get to work.”
It took a while but the old man got down there and when he latched onto Erik, he sucked like he knew he wasn’t getting dick for another ten years. His pruned cigar- stained fingers wrapped around Erik tightly, roaming up his torso under his shirt to rub his keloids, surprised at the texture. Erik was actually able to get hard, the oldhead had skills. Looking down, Erik found he could get off on the feeling of power. He decided to milk that as he looked at the niggas eyes, dulled with age.. crowsfeet adorning the corners.
“Yo ass look like a Cleatus. You old as fuck you prolly got a old ass name to match. I’m a call you Cleatus.” Palming the old man’s head, he thrust into his throat. No gag reflex. Old people be the freakiest apparently. Anything goes with them. He facefucked the old man, edging, but not letting himself finish. He had other plans.
“Get ya dinosaur ass up and bend over the couch.” The decor was hella ugly, but that was none of Erik’s business. He pulled out the tube of lube he brought with him and greased himself up sinking into the old man’s ass. It was a tight fit and he relished in the control, but the man’s noises were throwing him off.
“Shut that shit up before I stop! Don’t nobody wanna hear that shit!”
The old man was silent for a bit, holding himself together, his wrinkly brown body shaking under Erik’s heavy body, but he couldn’t stay quiet. “Uh, uuuhuhhh, uwuhwhha,” He started to grunt and release weird raspy moans that made Erik’s skin crawl.
“Look nigga, I said don’t talk to me or I’m a get soft! I’m tryna help you out you gone have to stop that shit.”
“Sorry, sir, won’t h-happ… happen again,” he struggled to keep his shaky voice calm.
“Jerk yourself off, I ain’t doing that shit. Hurry the fuck up.”
The old man furiously beat himself off as Erik attacked his g-spot. Finally, when the old man was satisfied, Erik borrowed a cloth to clean his dick off.
“That was a one time thing. I ain’t doing this shit no more. Next time yo lonely ass just stuck.”
“I’m more than grateful for what you’ve done. You didn’t have to do it. I don’t have much I can give you in return, but I’ll remember this and cherish your kindness forever.” The old man smiled hiding his gums, a trained action a lot of old people with dentures pick up.
“Yeah, looks like forever finna be over for you pretty soon. I’m out.”
Without a look back, Erik hops in his car and pulls away. His phone rings immediately.
“What,” he snaps answering. The familiar voice comes on the line. It’s Keshia.
“Soo.. you’re done,” she asks sheepishly. He rolls his eyes, accelerating. “Thank you so much I know that was a weird request, but he really needed it. Since he lost his husband, Papa, he hasn’t been the same. He saw the picture I took of you and said you looked just like Papa. To be honest, you really do..”
“So we fuckin tonight or what? I’m coming over now. Wear that lotion and the lingerie I like.” He really wasn’t trying to rehash and revisit what he just did though that’s what she wanted.
Her silence was short. She was being confronted with the fact that he’d just fucked her and her grandpa on her request and she was trying to come to terms. Dumb as hell, but Erik ain’t care about none of that.
“You finna do all the things your grandfather did just to erase him off me. Get ready to sweat, bitch.”
So instead of explaining why I don’t have a queue today I decided that it’s probably about time to officially go on my hiatus-ish-thing.
Next week is move-in, and the week after that classes will start up again, so it will be a lot more difficult for me to post consistently since I’ll have work, class, clubs, ect. I will still be on tumblr, liking posts, keeping up with legacies and trying my best to keep up with asks I get. And there may be times where I’ve got a full week of posts and others where I may not post for weeks at a time. I won’t know how busy I’ll be so I won’t be able to make any promises.
There should be some posts for later this week. I’m going to be starting my final round of moving this weekend and hope to be finally settled by Monday. But then some of my friends are moving back and I’ve been making plans with them to make up for the months we’ve spent apart. If I can get enough posts done in the next few days that would be great. And I may be surprised with some downtime. My days are never planned out, and I just kind of go with the flow.
As for streaming, I’m probably going to do a stream tomorrow night, and once I get a feel for how my weeks will be playing out, I can maybe set aside a night to do my Not So Berry streams regularly. I’ll keep you all updated on that.
BTS' reaction to Gf being abused by Sasaeng 'fans'.
When our boys do start dating please be respectful of their girlfriends. They deserve to do what they want with their lives without them worrying about how we'll react. So please respect their love life. We're better than that.
If it's through the internet kind of Abuse, he would remind you just how gorgeous you are and that their comments really don't matter.
For physical abuse he would immediately report it, hardly let you go out without him. One time you had left alone because he wasn't there.
-Sees you come back-
Where'd you go? Are you okay? Were you hurt? Why'd you leave?
The store, I'm fine, and you were busy, I didn't want to bother you.
If it's for your safety you can bother me anytime you want.
Worried man. Like all of them would be. Stressed and annoyed.
Internet abuse- He'd tell you to ignore it because it isn't that big of a deal.. But once it gets physical he'd also keep you home more and if you want to leave take someone with you.
Never go alone okay? God why are some people like this?
I won't. It's okay, you told me it'd be complicated to date you and I still decided too.
Don't make it sound like it's your fault. It's not.
Just be safe.
Mad that he has to keep you at home, mad that these kinds things have to be talked about.
Hobi is so kind, sweet, and he gives you so many compliments.. The internet comments almost don't exist.
You would also be quite safe, considering that you and Hobi only love doing stuff together. But the one time you went alone you came home tired.
You look like you ran. What happened?
Got chased by some odd fans.
—Sigh— Make sure to call me next time this happens OK?
Forces you to have his number and the other members on speed dial. Annoyed at this abuse.
Rap Monster/Kim Namjoon:
You both never minded Internet comments, well at least not too much. Most of it is just feedback and that's really appreciated.
Once it got physical, you didn't even need to be told by Joonie to stay inside you would stay inside on your own accord.
Baby, let's go eat. I need to try this new restaurant.
I'm sorry, I don't want too. What if they try to come at me again?
They wouldn't attack you if I'm there. C'mon.
Namjoon would also be mad they managed to get you afraid just to go to a restaurant.
If you ever needed to let out frustrations about these comments he'd listen to every word you'd have to say. You might be very affected by what they say, and if it got physical that would so much more annoying.
Honey, are you doing ok? —Rubbing your shoulders—
I don't know what to do about this anymore.. Jimin it's getting physical and I don't think I can handle that.
I promise I will somehow get this fixed. Try to stay inside more often and leave only if someone goes with you.
Jimin, super annoyed and damn stressed about you getting abused like this. You don't deserve it.
Tae and you are a really fluffy couple so abuse over the Internet wouldn't be such a big issue. Especially since Tae is always making you feel special.
When it starts getting physical he would probably have a talk with the 'fans'. He would immediately attempt to fix it. Stop this from happening.
I'm sorry this is happening.
It's not your fault.
But it almost is.. I really want you to be happy and feel safe with me but this is the opposite.
We'll get this fixed Taehyung. I'm always happy with you ok?
Tae would be sad and pissed as well because he didn't want that dating him would mean being in danger.
Kookie and you would read the good comments, ignoring the negative ones while scrolling.
If it got physical he would report it and keep you home, call to check if you're safe when he can, and would make sure he can see you as soon as possible.
-You both cuddling-
When do you think they'll stop?
I don't know but I hope it's soon. I never wanted you to get hurt.
I hope it's soon too. Good thing have the golden maknae to defend me.
You're dramatic. But of course I'll always try to protect you.
Stressed boy and very tired boy that this is happening to you but loves you and will fix it.
YES PLEASE! The supernatural AU is wonderful. Give me Ryan who is hesitant to connect with his lovers by feeding from them. Worried that he may take too much and they won't be able to keep him grounded. When he finally allows himself to his lovers understand how extremely intimate it is for him. I'm sure we could go on for days about just Ryan's connection to the rest of them.
I don’t know what to say if you didn’t want a fic, anon. This just sort of … happened.
There were stories about ancient civilizations that would eat the bodies of their fallen warriors in order to keep them alive in some way, within them. That’s what Ryan thinks of when he’s lying on the couch, dizzy and weak, and his lovers are offering them their arms. Their necks. Ryan’s face is extremely pale and the shadows under his eyes make them look more like sockets than eyes normally full of emotion.
He was foolish, really. It had been a few weeks since his last feeding, but they’d been so busy and he’d been so distracted getting things ready for their next heist that he didn’t even consider the hunger until the gnawing inside him grew too much to ignore. Even then, he had pushed it aside, telling himself he’d feed tomorrow, until now he was too weak to even climb off the couch.
Geoff had called him an idiot. He probably deserved it. The man was rapidly talking on the phone with Caleb, who - despite being a human doctor and not well versed in the bodies of supernaturals - had a supply of cadavers and blood bags at his beck and call. He promised to bring over some bags of blood as soon as possible.
But he needed something to hold him off until Caleb could get there and Michael was the first to offer his own arm. He was one of the closest to humans, after all - despite Gavin always smelling amazing, no one was sure what Fae blood would do to a vampire. “Take a bit,” Michael had offered.
Ryan couldn’t quite articulate his fear. That he wouldn’t be able to stop. That he would drain Michael dry. He bit his lip with his own fangs a bit, trying to distract himself with the taste of his own blood. It didn’t help. It never does.
“You can have some of mine as well,” Geoff offers, and if that isn’t a show of good faith, Ryan’s not sure what is. But he can’t. He won’t. If he loses control, if he…
Michael knocks him out of his thoughts by grumbling and cutting his arm a bit with his ceremonial knife he always had on his person. The smell of the blood is too much - Ryan keens a bit as it hits his nose and immediately moves. Michael doesn’t move away, just holds his arm closer. Right before Ryan latches onto him, he glances up and sees the warm trust in Michael’s eyes.
It calms the blood lust a bit and Ryan’s able to relax his feeding frenzy. He takes long gulps of Michael’s blood. Underneath the salty tang of it - fresh, warm, good - he tastes something that is intrinsically Michael. He can’t name it but knows what it is. It’s the essence of his lover, it’s something organically from Michael that is going into his body. He feels like he now cradles a piece of the other inside him.
Jack gently pushes Ryan away from Michael when the other is starting to look a bit pale and instead offers her own arm, quietly. He turns to her without a second thought, taking some of her. She tastes more salty, a bit more fishy. Again, there’s the underlying taste of taking in something that is not his own.
He feeds on all of them. He can’t stop himself. Once he gets to Gavin he nearly croons - Gavin’s blood is actually somewhat gold, the blood of the Fae, and tastes like nothing he had ever consumed before. But he’s still hungry and so takes it.
When he’s sated, finally, he pulls back. It feels like they’re all inside him and he can’t help but lower his head and take large gasping breaths. He gets the high he always feels post-feeding, especially when he gorges himself, but this is different. This is them. He feels them, part of their essence, within himself. He knows he can never part from it. He has the essence of all the people he’d ever fed from, somewhere deep inside, but he knows nothing about them. Taking from his lovers, knowing their personality almost better than he knows his own, he can feel them coiled inside him. Like he’s carrying them forever.
The feeling is intimate and connected and he can’t help but bite back a sob. Once Jack doctors up their seprate cuts, they curl up with him on the couch, pressing kisses on his face, begging him to never do that again. Never let it get so close again. And he clings to them, knowing he never would again, never could feed like that again. The emotions, the force of their love for him now cradled inside his body, was too much. He knew, deeply, how much they cared for him.
He could never, ever, return that favor. But he’d damn well spend the rest of his immortal life trying.
Hey Elliot~ I remembered you answering an ask a while ago that said you and Jet got together when you guys were young, and my gf and I got together about a year and a half ago, when she was 16 and I was 17. My family is supportive of us to a point, but they constantly say that we won't be together forever because we're so young. I know lots of young relationships don't last, but you and Jet have been together for a long time. Did you ever have people say things like that to you?
oooohoo booy did we ever.
Jet and I started dating when I had just turned 16 and she was 17 (like you and your gf) but we had sort of been into each other/flirting for a long while before that. My family was always supportive but they seemed to have some doubts about our relationship lasting as well.
But the majority of that didn’t come from our families, it was other people, surprisingly. Tons of friends or family friends would say things like “Well, don’t limit yourself there are so many other options out there” and “well, most relationships don’t last outside of high school” and “you’re too young to know what you want” and it was especially bad when Jet went to college and I was still in high school, because people would always tell me stories about how they knew people who broke up, or people who cheated on their SO’s and all these terrible things. I also got a lot of “wow I could never do that, I need to be physical” or “how do you handle not being together” or “How could you trust her if you’re not together” and that got to be really mentally draining and made my self esteem pretty low.
So yeah, it sucks, and people are always going to want to throw in their two cents because for whatever reason people can’t seem to mind their own damn business. All I can say is: don’t listen! I know it’s hard, but at the end of the day you know your relationship best and if you guys believe you can stay together then you can! Jet and I went through about 4 and a half years of long distance and it’s really hard, but we were both committed to making it work and being there for each other, and now we’ve been dating for 9 years (in September) and we have an apartment together, so honestly, all those people who told us it wouldn’t work can eat my entire ass.
You can make anything work if you try. The key is communication, long distance is hard for a lot of reasons, so make sure you’re always communicating and letting your partner in on how your day went. Find some kind of thing to do together that is distance friendly (maybe gaming or role playing or something fun to just keep you guys in a place where you can still spend some time together. Skype is probably also a great option. We never really used it because it didn’t really work on my computer, and this was before every smartphone had face time and all that haha
So yeah, try to just ignore all the people who tell you it won’t work and go with your gut! It’s your relationship and no one else can predict what goes on in it. Also, just enjoy being together! Don’t fill your relationship with stress, because it should just feel right when you’re together and if it’s meant to be it will keep feeling like that, so don’t stress out! Love conquers all, my friend! Much luck to you and your girlfriend! Keep your chin up and don’t let that negativity get to you!
LAWRENCE: *Dreams about Ronnie getting out of the Plot* *Wishes he could join him*
REBECCA: Dad, what are you doing down here?
LAWRENCE: *Talks about Toast* (FANDOM: Look, Larry, Toast is Aaron’s thing okay!)
REBECCA: Have you been drinking again?
LAWRENCE: It’s the only thing that gets me through, but I swear I only had one.
REBECCA: Like you only had one yesterday when you were involved in that super lame car crash? The fans were not impressed.
LAWRENCE: Neither was I. Didn’t exactly get the result I wanted.
REBECCA: Dad, we need to think about your health!
LAWRENCE: I don’t know what for. Just let me go. The grim reaper is getting seriously impatient and so am I. Oh and the Plot wants me to set up you explaining where Chrissie has disappeared to.
REBECCA: Yeah, she came by to check on just me because she still hates you. She took Lachlan away for a bit. The fans are really hoping that he comes back with murderous tendencies. #LetSerialKillerLachlanRise
LAWRENCE: Me too, though perhaps they’ve gone for good. (FANDOM: We’d mostly be okay with that. Would you two like to join them?) I would like to join them actually. Who cares about my health. No one cares about me anymore anyway. #SpeakingForTheFandom
REBECCA: I care! I’m here for you in this Plot, Dad.
LAWRENCE: But you’ve got your own Plot. You’re pregnant, in case you or the audience has forgotten. You really should be concentrating on your own troubles.
REBECCA: Far too logical. You’re my number one priority here! Just do me a favor and stop all of this.
<b>Aries:</b> Aries is the fun sign. They love a good laugh and a party, but not with too many people. They're really social in smaller groups, and rather adventurous people with passion for their hobbies. Don't get them angry tho, because they find it scarily easy to yell at you and abandon you.<p/><b>Taurus:</b> I've learned tauruses are probably the strongest and most caring people of all, even if they've been through a lot they'll always be there to help others and give the nicest compliments and advice. They like to keep themselves busy trying new stuff and won't easily let people get to them.<p/><b>Gemini:</b> First of all let's clear something up: geminis are not two-faced. At all. Nor bitchy, nor lying. I've experienced they are actually really loving, have a huge interest in music, are stylish and funny. They're rather insecure and crazy, but in a fun way. They might not always be able to express their feelings the right way, but they try and that's what matters
The Cancers I know are generally positive, optimistic, and adventurous. They want to experience as much in life and sometimes go a little too far when doing that. They're impulsive. When mad, they will give you the worst looks but won't attack you, afraid to get hurt.
Leos near me are some of the best people. They're caring, funny and very beautiful. They also tend to keep their feelings to themselves but oh, they're full of feelings and thoughts that should be heard but never will.
<b>Virgo:</b> A thing the virgos I know have in common, is I loved them and they left me. One purposely did, one didn't, but to me, virgos represent heartbreak. Since I know only two virgos who are also very different from each other, I can't give you one stereotype. One of them was your typical tumblr white girl who lacked depth and braincells, but was very fun to be around, cute, caring, happy... Till she got enough of me and started calling me names. For the other one how she behaved would depend on who you are. I've seen her mood change in a matter of seconds. She is a contradiction. Sweet yet bitchy. Intimidating yet easy to talk to. Tough yet emotional. Her smiles easily make someones day. As a virgo stereotype I'd say they're people you'll never forget.<p/><b>Libra:</b> I know the libra stereotype is that they're cute, but as far as I know they're all rude assholes caused by being insecure. They won't hesitate to insult or let down others if that'd make them feel better. They're really sneaky and talk shit behind your back.<p/><b>Scorpio:</b> I don't think I've ever met a perfectly alright or "normal" scorpio, somehow there's always something odd about them. Depression, no father, gender issues, been bullied, not straight, stealing.. It makes me wonder if "normal" scorpios exist. On the contrary, I've also never met a scorpio I don't like. They're really nice yet insane. And, being a scorpio myself, I find they are the only people who don't think I'm too intimidating to yell at. I've never met a purely stereotypical scorpio tho, we aren't all that scary and intimidating, not as obsessed with sex, and we don't fight everyone we see, only if we have a good reason to. Overall we're just deeply good, emo people.<p/><b>Sagittarius:</b> Sags are really social people with a lot of friends, that they like being around. What they probably like even more, is showing off their friends. And their knowledge. And money. Clothes. And so on. They are good storytellers tho, and will keep you interested.<p/><b>Capricorn:</b> All Capricorns near me are outgoing and sweet. They're really lovable and funny and have an ambition to make a change in the world. They'll always be nice to you, no matter what.<p/><b>Aquarius:</b> Y'all are FUCKING insane. Aquariuses tend to try too hard on a lot of stuff, and that makes them annoying sometimes. For instance they're smart, they know it, and love to let other people know as well. They're really some know-it-alls. Some of them stereotypically have no heart, some only care about themselves, and somehow a few do actually express some feelings, but not that often.<p/><b>Pisces:</b> Pisces people either have too many emotions or none at all. They either think too much or not at all. They easily hurt your feelings and then come apologise afterwards, when it's too late. They can be really rude and annoying at times and don't seem to care about you at all, like they're in their own world. They're not really social people.<p/></p>
[so the idea behind this was Fives writing short ‘here’s what happened today’ messages to Echo after Echo’s “death” at the Citadel - first as a way of coping with losing him, then as just a casual sort of habit - but i never finished it because i am garbage, so here, have the fun part.]
004: I’m working with General Koon’s battalion - garden-variety extraction gone horribly wrong - and the natives here speak this really strange language. It’s somewhere between chanting and music and poetry. You would’ve loved it. Comet actually made a recording, but I don’t think he knows I saw him, so I’m not going to ask for a copy. Not like you could hear it anyway.
011: Earlier today I had to crack open a reg manual for the first time since I met you. Honestly, I’d rather sort through a thousand crates of ammunition than do that again.
BEWARE LADIES STAY AWAY FROM THIS FUCKBOY AT ALL TIMES BECAUSE I CAN ASSURE YOU IT WON'T END WELL
The “no title” fuckboy
Among all the fuckboys in the land, this fuckboy is the grimiest of them all. Now the name should give it all away but just in case you don’t understand let me pull the definition out the fuckboy dictionary. Ahem
The “no title” fuckboy: a petty, unloyal ass nigga who wants a down to ride girl that will be loyal, hold him down, be his best friend, all that good shit but doesn’t want the “in a relationship title” so he can fool around.
See: Chris Brown
Synonym: ain’t shit, unreliable, unnecessary stress in your life
You ask him why he doesn’t want a title and he will say something like one of the two things (sometimes even both) “I don’t like people in my business so I keep everything private” or “labels don’t mean anything.” DONT BE FOOLED. He just sweet talking your ass so he can fool around with other girls but at the same time come home at night to a loyal ass girl. If you with someone like this let him go baby girl, you were not born to be unappreciated by an unfaithful nigga who probably can’t even do his own laundry. Find you a nigga who appreciates you, will claim your ass in public, private, at church, in front of his friends, at the Wendy’s drive through, allat.
Notes: So, I know posted this already last week but an anon informed me that apparently, when you click on the read more page, it says that the url could not be found. I really have no idea why that happened and I’m really sorry for the inconvenience. So here it is, yet again ^^
When Yato and Hiyori started dating, Hiyori told him that it would be best that they not tell Masaomi for a while. He took his job as her big brother very seriously and for as long as she could remember, he had taken it upon himself to protect her from members of the opposite sex. The first time was when she was in kindergarten and he caught Hiyori holding hands with another boy. He retaliated swiftly, sending a barrage of snowballs at the poor five-year-old.
Then, there was that time in grade school when a boy had gone to her house to give her chocolates for White Day. Masaomi answered the door before she could and when he saw the neatly wrapped, heart-shaped box in the boy’s hand, he wasted no time in giving thinly-veiled threats as he ushered the boy into the house. Hiyori didn’t know how Masaomi managed to do it but by the time she went up to meet the boy, he was already sufficiently creeped out and could only give a slightly terrified squeak as he handed her the chocolates and bolted away.
And when she had to go on an overnight school field trip in middle school, he protested it much more vehemently than her parents did. He spent several heated hours trying to convince their father that it was not in his best interest to allow his one and only daughter to spend a night unsupervised in an area where she would be in close proximity with boys. Yes, there were teachers and yes, the girls and boys would be sleeping in different rooms. But teachers could be careless idiots and rooms could be sneaked into and there was no telling what kind of lecherous things boys thought of at that time of the night. Luckily, her father had only thanked him for his concern before persisting in his determination to let Hiyori have her freedom and telling him that he trusted her and the school staff completely.
Incidents such as that had become rare and far in between since her brother started college (which was, by the way, a point of worry for him because with him gone, who would be there to look after her honor, especially since their parents absolutely refused to do such familial duties? ). But with him back to help out in the hospital, he had decided to resume his duty of scaring away every boy that showed even the slightest hint of romantic interest in her.
In fact, it had already started. Even after Hiyori had assured him that she and Yato were just friends, he tried his hardest to feign interest in whatever it was that they were planning to do. Going to the mall? Perfect! He was just planning on going there to buy some socks. Visiting the zoo? Wonderful! He couldn’t wait to see the exotic wildlife! Tour of old temples and buildings? Fascinating! He just loved history. On the way to Kamuhakari? Amazing! Week-long, boring meetings were just his style. Oh, what do you mean you need to be a phantom to be there? That was okay, he was perfectly fine with just hiding in Hiyori’s suitcase.
“See?” Hiyori solemnly said. “Do you understand why we can’t tell him yet? He’s already not leaving us alone, how much more if he finds out that we’re dating? We’re going to have to ease him into it.”
“Just how many boys tried to give you chocolates on White Day?” Yato demanded.
Hiyori blinked at him. “What?”
“And did anyone really try to do anything with you when you had that field trip?”
“What are you—”
“And how badly hurt was that boy? Did Masaomi get him good with the snowballs?” Yato said, lips curving into a malicious smirk.
Hiyori scowled at him before tackling him into a hurricarana and fiercely saying, “Have you not been listening to anything that I’ve been saying!?”
“What!?” Yato said as he attempted to wrench free from her grip. “He deserved to be snowballed! Hiyori! Hiyoriii. Let me go!”
Actually, anyone who held Hiyori’s hand that wasn’t him deserved to be snowballed.
The two of them bickered for a while but eventually, they came to the agreement that they would not be telling Masaomi that they were dating until Hiyori gave the go signal.
And so, for the next few weeks, Yato was content to keep a good distance away from Hiyori and refrain from hugging or kissing her whenever they were in Masaomi’s presence. They did a whole lot more when he wasn’t there anyway so Yato could stand to control himself for a few minutes. And besides, it seemed as if they had thrown him off their track. Recently, he had backed off and stopped trying to strong-arm his way into their dates. He even gave up on trying to go with them on the latest Kamuhakari, not even raising much fuss when Hiyori informed him that she would be going alone with Yato and Yukine.
Things were going along rather well up until he, Hiyori and Yukine took another trip to Capyperland and Yukine snapped a picture of them waiting in line for a ride. The photograph was cute. The two of them were standing side by side, with his arm wrapped around Hiyori’s waist and her head leaning against his shoulder. She was wearing his jacket (he remembered giving it to her because she had forgotten her own and it was cold) and her lips were stretched into this adorable smile that gave him the warm fuzzies whenever he looked at it.
So he just had to post it on twitter. With the caption, “Sunday fun day with my girl 3 ^_^ :D”
imagine enjolras knowing the grantaire is in love with him and enjolras is in love with grantaire too but he's scared that he won't live up to grantaire's expectations so he never tells grantaire until one drunken evening when it just slips out
Enjolras and Grantaire were the only ones left around the campfire. Or, at least, what remained of Enjolras. He had left a good half of himself in the bottle he had finished earlier, and another quarter had disappeared due to exhaustion. His inhibitions, it seems, were not part of the quarter he had left.
“What are you smiling about?” Grantaire asked with a huff.
“You,” Enjolras replied, smiling some more. “Your hair is so beautiful and twisty. How do you get it so twisty? It’s like curly fries but better. Less crispy”
Grantaire tightened the cover he had thrown on Enjolras’ shoulders earlier.
“It’s called genetics, Apollo.”
“You have good genes,” Enjolras said in earnest. “Beautiful genes.”
He heard an amused snort, but his vision was too blurry to witness it.
“Beautiful,” Enjolras continued. “So so so so pretty. And talented. And funny. I love you so much it hurts.
He didn’t see Grantaire’s body freeze at the words. He was too busy falling backwards, looking at the stars. Grantaire was like one of those, his intoxicated brain supplied. A star far far away, burning bright. That was the last thought he had before falling asleep.
He woke up to the sound of the nearest rooster and that of the fanfare parading in his skull. Enjolras had never been good with alcohol. Outside, everybody was getting out of their tents, greeting each other with sleepy good mornings and yawning.
The problem of the fire soon arose. Courfeyrac had brought everything to make breakfast smores, and a lighter would most certainly not do the trick. Enjolras volunteered to gather some logs around, and so did Grantaire. The vague memories of the campfire were too hazy for Enjolras to recall what he had said. If he was to believe Grantaire’s insistent stares, he had probably opened his mouth a bit too much.
“What?” he asked, once they were both out of earshot.
“You said that you were in love with me.”
Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. Enjolras took root where he stood, unable to move. He had said that. He had actually said that. How could he be that stupid?
“For what it’s worth… I am in love with you too,” Grantaire said, poking a log with his foot.
Once again, Enjolras was talking without thinking. This was becoming a very bad habit. Grantaire’s head snapped up.
“You knew? You knew and you didn’t say anything?”
“You’re not in love with me, Grantaire,” Enjolras sighed, finally breaking out of his trance. He had thought he would feel better after saying it out loud. He didn’t. Not one bit.
“You’re not in love with me. You’re in love with this… idea of me, the great Enjolras, the ideal. You keep calling me Apollo and saying I’m an angel, that I’m perfect, but I’m none of those things! I’m just… a dumb human! And once you see that, you’re not going to stay!”
Dumbstruck, Grantaire gaped at him. Enjolras filled the awkward silence by gathering some logs, occupying his hands.
“But… I want to see you,” Grantaire said. “All of you! Like… not in a creepy way but… I want to learn to know you. The dumb human you. What if I like him?”
“What if you don’t?”
Grantaire took a step forward, assessing Enjolras’ reactions.
“I thought I was supposed to be the cynic here. Can you at least give us a try?”
He held out his hand to Enjolras, who took it shyly.