thank you for your patience once again. Here is another one and this time I took 41-year (well, he is 43/44 in this one) old Mr. Frye to the test. I mean, he needs love, too. And he is such a handsome man and had to go through a lot.
I hope you will enjoy this piece of Fiction. I do not have any knowledge about the bathing back in Victorian England. I googled but didn’t find enough or maybe I did not dig deep enough. (I actually just googled again to not look like a complete idiot in front of you and added a few things, heh)
A happy Fryeday to all of you. I hope my english followers are all okay + their families and friends after what had happened.
Title: Togetherness Summary: Reader wants some time for herself but her dear husband thought otherwise Characters: Reader, Jacob Frye Relationships: Jacob Frye x Fem!Reader Warnings: Very slightly NSFW at the end (but really, not much) Words: 1.885
Because according to my mother and I quote ‘you (me) are a wasted investment’ I will not be posting for what is likely going to be a long time. I will try to post when I can but don’t expect a whole lot until July. I will try to post submissions when I can.
I am so sorry about this and I will be doing my best to fix my mistakes.
I'm glad that you'll be writing more fanfiction again~! I'd like to ask for [Aarmau] (PDH) + ❝I don’t think i can do this without you.❞
title: when you
kiss me, heaven sighs
words and softer kisses is exactly what the doctor ordered. Aarmau. Mystreet.
a/n: fun fact—Aarmau
really grown on me over the past few months and I always wanted to write a sweet ficlet for the pair. Thank you for
the chance and the compliment! I recommend listening to La
Vie En Rose cover! The main inspo of this.
soft love, I really need to write these two more
around the room, a string of unintelligible mumbles and a few loose curses in
her wake. Her hair tuck under a baseball cap with strands messily covering her
face, red hoodie and baggy sweats seem to make her already small form even
smaller; this is the scene he came upon.
And he couldn’t
help but crack a smile.
against the doorway, Aaron cross his arms as he watches her continue to zip
across the room with ‘Where is it? Where
is it? Where is it?’ under her breath. When she finally takes a moment, and
realize she isn’t alone, he then chuckles.
“I guess I
was right about you not taking a nap, Aph,” he says softly, pushing off from the
doorframe and takes a step in. The room looks as if a tornado made a visit, her
things and his things were a mess on the floor, bed, and everywhere in between.
She frowns, her hands wringing together nervously and she looks at her feet as
her cheeks glows with embarrassment. Aaron speaks again, reaching out—and she
doesn’t pull away, letting herself be pull into a hug, “Oh potato, do you wanna
tell me why you look so fried?”
out a muffled “Bad pun.”
wider, removing her hat as he rests his chin on top of her head.
“I thought it
was a pretty great attempt,” his fingers run through her hair, quietly
untangling the knots, “I really took my time to hash that one out.”
snort, then a giggle. “Oh no, Aaron please— “
“Such an ap-peel-ing laugh you have there, potato.”
he chuckles again, and she looks up with a defeated ‘You’re as lame as your jokes’ expression—a look meant for him and
him alone. But she is, in the end, a person adores a bad joke. Even though a
full smile didn’t return, she rests her head against his chest and sighs.
“I’m sorry,” she
murmurs, after a moment passes. “I didn’t want to… worry you but I did, didn’t
presses a kiss and continues to speak gently, “You have nothing to apologize
for. You were gone for a while and I decided to check on you.”
find me wrecking our room…”
“Which we can
clean up—after we find what you’re looking for.”
quiet again. Pulling away slightly, she looks up at him with a studying look—one
she gives often, as her mind mulls over what to say; choosing her words carefully.
Her fingers trace a nonsensical pattern and her cheeks warm only more, biting
her lip in embarrassment. “Would you really be okay with helping me?”
“I think me
offering answers the question,” his hand brushes her cheek, tucking a lock
behind her ear, “so what’s up, bud?”
mean,” she grins, “spud?”
catch.” She beams at him and they both share a laugh, as he leans down to give
her a small peck. She hums into the chaste kiss, her eyes softening and she
whispers, “Can’t beat the pun master, sweetie.”
She stands on
the tips of her toes, another smooch they share. And when he went in for a
third, she laughs, happily accepting it, along with one of his cheek.
make fun of me,” she closes her eyes and shaking her head, “but… since you’re
here, I might need some help with the top shelves in the closet.”
rubs his chin for a moment, narrowing his eyes, “Now I was remembering this
morning, you were complaining about my height? Now the tables have turned.
out her tongue, “In my defense, you called me short.”
“I called you
“Well, no, I
was being polite when I said it.”
She gives a
loud ‘ugh’ but as he caves into his
laugh, she does as well shaking her head again. “I don’t think I can do this
without you— would you be a gentle giant and help me?”
sticks her tongue out at him again, and he retaliates by doing the same. She
turns on her heels, pushing off him as she strides to the closet—and naturally,
he follows suit. Though, a few good laughs won’t change what’s happen… a light
feeling of relief, seeing her smile more at ease than moments before.
He hums an
old tune under his breath, and though I
close my eyes; I see La Vie En Rose. A lovely, lovely life he wishes to
It's kind of funny to realize that I question NOTHING in the manga when I was reading it at 13, but now? I HAVE SO MANY QUESTIONS, and I'm pretty sure I would get zero satisfactory answers. I'm glad you're reading the manga tho, and I'm sorry you're having a hard time with it.
Well we’re different people at thirteen, we don’t read the same stuff, and we don’t read it the same way.
AND I REALLY WANT TO EMPHASIZE HERE THAT IT’S FINE IF YOU LIKE THE MANGA. I don’t, but my opinion means fuck all. There are lots of people I know who love the manga, and while I may not personally understand it, I don’t have to. They do, and that’s the only part that’s important. I’ve always said people should love what they love as hard as they can, and that’s how I feel regardless of whether or not I love the same things.
I mean I’m me. I dive in and look for these connecting threads, it’s what I do, it’s how I enjoy shit. Not everybody goes looking for that. There’s nothing wrong with just enjoying a story for what it brings you.
Everyone in SKAM must be eating carrots to improve their eye sight so they can finally see Sana for the smart, beautiful, talented, hard working, caring, self-sacrificing, incredible girl she is who’s person and religion is worthy of respect and attention.