Amélie doesn’t have a boyfriend. She tried once or twice, but the results were a let-down. Instead, she cultivates a taste for small pleasures.
I'm in desperate need of fluff and things outside this ridiculous shit going on in the world! Would one of or all of you amazing writers PLEASE write a fluff piece? Baby Fraser's? Baby MacKenzie's? Just something happy and not in the least bit tainted with the destruction of our actual reality. Thanks!