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#ot3: i even wrote you a love letter
pollyna · 1 year
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Ice knows there is something important because Slider's head is against his shoulder, but the man is watching the flowers on the table and not the match he had spent all day talking about.
"Sometimes Mitchell knows what the fuck he's doing, doesn't he?" His best friend asks, but Ice isn't sure if he wants an answer back or if he's just mumbling about like he does sometimes when he's anxious.
"Yeah, sometimes he does." Ice decides to answer. "There's something bothering you, Sli?" He adds, lowering the TV's volume.
"Uhm. I- Carole and Goose invited me over for dinner tomorrow night, and I don't know what an appropriate gift would be to say, can I sleep with both of you, together, and come and play house for the next forty years or so?" 
Ice finds himself laughing softly.
"That bad, huh?"
"Yeah, fuck Tom, it's that bad." Slider answers, hinding his face away between Ice's neck and the couch. 
"You should start with a bottle of wine. Maybe you could ask Goose what Carole is thinking of cooking and pick a good bottle. I could tag along to choose it, because knowing you, you are going to choose the first one you see and run out of the shop as fast as you can." 
(In the days to come, Ice is going to share that same story with Carole, Goose and Maverick, about a fresh-faced Slider, twenty-one and finally able to buy alcohol, on the mission of finding a good bottle of wine before meeting Ice's grandma for lunch. Just to pick not only the wrong colour of wine but the type too.)
"Yeah, yeah, you can come with me, asshole!" Slider answers, laughing and looking, for the first time that evening, a little less concerned and a little more excited.
"Why, thank you, sir! And now you can go back to your stupid team of lovers." Turning on the TV definitely closed the conversation, but Ice squeezes Slider's shoulder just to remind him that they can talk about it, whenever he wants. Slider smiles back, shouting against the television a second later, and almost knocks his beer down.
Ice knows Slider is going to be okay, even if he is going to take with him the wrong bottle of wine.
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Who's Rosemary? I wanna hear about that OC!
I mean, hey, give me half an excuse...
Rosemary is the youngest child of Beatrice Sharpe's youngest sister (Beatrice being, canonically, the oldest of Several). She's eight years old in 1902, and her parents and three older brothers died tragically a few weeks ago when an unknown party poisoned their soup. Rosemary, having been sent to bed without supper, was spared- something the old aunt who looked after her during the inquiry proclaimed an absolute miracle.
("First poor Beatrice's youngest, and now you. That's a nephew and a niece I've seen through foul murder. If ever a family were marked for tragedy...") (Poor Beatrice's eldest does not rate a mention.)
But she must have a more permanent home, with someone younger and stronger who can care for a child. How kind of her grown-up cousins to take her into their grand country-house sight unseen! They wrote, you see. She's just misplaced the letter.
Upon her arrival at the front steps of Allerdale Hall, after barely a moment's pause, her cousin Lucille thanks the constable for seeing her here safely and ushers her inside. She doesn't yet know that no child with tattered clothes and fading bruises would have been turned away, even without the letter from their mother to hers that she's clutching like a protective talisman.
The tall man, she guesses must be cousin Thomas. An explanation of the little blonde lady will have to wait, as she's bustled upstairs for a hot bath and something more substantial to wear. Little girls can recieve proper introductions- and explain the murder they absolutely committed, no doubt in any of the Sharpes' minds -once they're wrapped in a warm dressing-gown with a nice bracing cup of tea.
other tidbits about her include:
Rosemary was not her name Before. she chose it herself. her three parents do not know or want to know what her birth family called her, and they picked a middle name for her at her request (Diana)
she falls in love with clockwork and Making Things, becoming Thomas' extremely eager workshop assistant. all her parents, of course, lavish her somewhat haphazard creations with praise. or, you know, as close as Lucille comes to any emotive display that could be called "lavishing"
Lucille is actually the best at the practical realities of child-rearing, of the three adults. after all, she's the only one with experience- even if she was a child herself at the time
left alone with a child, Thomas would be the babysitter kids love and parents hate, who lets them stay up until midnight and eat ice cream for dinner because saying "no" is hard and they're just so cute! Edith is very Oh God How Parent? at first- she expected children, but in the nebulous Future, not right now -but realizing kids are just Small Inexperienced People helps considerably
would the Sharpes be good parents to a normal child, beyond the basic Keep Kid Alive practicalities? probably not. but Rosemary wouldn't get on too well with normal parents, either. so while things aren't perfect, it evens out
Rosemary Loves Dante (the dog, who is NOT dead). Dante Loves Rosemary. this is adorable. you agree.
tl;dr- Crimson Peak OT3 kidfic, ft. the Sharpe siblings' distant cousin who pulled a Merricat on her abusive family. I may never formally write her into a story, but I love to Rotate her (as my friends can attest)
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georgeplantagenet · 10 days
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Self indulgence but like historical OT3 AUs? Or period dramas you’d really like to see/who you’d cast in them? (Me thinking about a good Eleanor of Aquitaine mini series…)
love the question! but i have to say, lil, i wish i were that galaxy-brained in the moment to invent an au for my favorite ot3 (lucrezia/cesare/juan). however, i would gladly accept any suggestions from you or anyone who can hit me up even anonymously and i'll be eating those ideas up! as for period dramas i'd like to see…hmm…it's almost too good to be true, but i would love to watch a show about amy robsart-dudley, the first wife of robert dudley (queen elizabeth i's favorite). i've read that she was incredibly talented and educated! she went through so much when robert was arrested in the tower for treason. despite their marriage being primarily political, it seems like she deeply cared for robert, wrote him beautiful letters, and visited him in prison whenever she had the chance. and i would do anything for a tragic romance show about amy and robert, seeing robert struggling between his love for his queen and his affection for his wife…flavorsome if you ask me! i would cast holliday grainger as amy robsart-dudley, david oakes as robert dudley, and natalie dormer as elizabeth i <333 thanks for the question :)
(also a show about eleanor of aquitaine would hit so hard omfg i need it as well!!!)
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smallblueandloud · 9 months
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the eponine x cosette x marius ot3 anon is back !!
check back with me in a few days anon and hopefully i'll have something more substantial for you
don't mind if i do :3 but also, i thought i'd tell you that you've mildly inspired me to start writing fic again. i'm not sure i'll ever actually finish, but there's that!
HI ANON I LOVE YOU I'M SO SORRY FOR VANISHING
that makes me so happy!!!! fic is such a fun and glorious thing <3 i took a two-week break from writing because of a family trip (and then depression kicked me in the ass) but i'm coming back to it today and i am very happy about that :D
since we last talked, i have outlined the fic!! i have a pretty good sense of where it's going, which makes me happy. (there are still LARGE chunks of this fic that are not outlined -- notably the resolution, lmfao -- but i'm hoping those sections will take shape as i get a better feel for the fic as a whole)
also... i wrote one of the most important scenes :D
“Dearly beloved-- well, now I sound like a priest.” Eponine sighs. “You’re thinking about it too hard.” She lets the pen drop. “You have to think about it-- listen, Marius is going to know who you are as soon as he gets the letter. This isn’t about introducing yourself in the usual way. You’re trying to avoid a WhatsApp romance, aren’t you?” Cosette crosses her arms, watching her. “So how would you do it?” “I’d lose the self-consciousness,” she says, bluntly. “This only works if you commit fully.” Cosette shakes her head. “I can’t just stop being anxious. I’ve never talked to him, I don’t even know what his voice sounds like!” “Marius is a romantic,” says Eponine, firmly. “He’ll love whatever you write for him. Look, let me--” She scribbles something down, more focused on displaying relaxation than the quality of her writing. Marius-- I want this to be more than just a summer fling. I don’t know what your voice sounds like, but I know what it feels like to have you live in my heart, in my thoughts, in my life. Will you start this experiment with me? Will something bloom through the pages of our letters? When she glances up, Cosette is staring at her, awed. Belatedly, Eponine says, “Something like that.”
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tagged by @transgendad thanks XD and @jamgrlsblog thanks to you too :)
Last song I listened to: Dacing in the Moonlight by Kind Harvest
Three ships: uh, Josuyasu, WeatherSui (?? Anasui x Weather, not always but I'm currently reading a story with that pairing that's pretty amazing, can't wait what happens next o.O), I remembered another one 🤣 Reigen x Dimple x Serizawa x that security guard (lol, again, I found some really good stories for this ot4 and besides I love ot3s/otns)
Currently reading: A biography about Else Lasker-Schüler <3, a german jewish poet from the early 20th century who wrote beautiful and powerful poems and drew really (imo) pretty pictures. I knew her name but never her poetry until I took a class on German-Jewish Literature (mainly for another poet I love, Heinrich Heine <3) and then I discovered her poems and fell in love - my favorites so far "Pharao und Joseph" and "Ein alter Tibetteppich" (idk, even reading her letters gives me so many emotions and the love and peace in some of her poems is just 😭❤️)
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Most recent movie I watched: Knives Out 2
Craving: a job lol, I'm almost done with my studies so now I'm applying for jobs in the theatre XD
tagging: @tiredesperdad @lunarghost-cat @medical-malpractice-malewife @sam7sparks7 and whoever wants to do this XD
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aiyexayen · 1 year
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35,36,38,39,42,43,49,50,55,59,68,69,79
35. What’s your favorite fic you’ve posted? that's such a hard question to answer--i have a lot of favourites in a lot of sub-categories (favourite character portrayal, favourite au, favourite prompt response, etc.) but i guess if i have to pick one i'll go with Qiuth, my cql/pern crossover. i'm not only still tickled by the concept and in love with that crossover world and pleased with the fic itself, but more importantly i feel like it's gotten the most unique and joyous responses and probably brought readers the most unexpected pleasure and delight of all my writing.
36. What fic are you proudest of? for an individual fic i'm...torn. i'm really ridiculously proud of how See The Day turned out. it's very simple and i know the execution of the concept isn't even perfect and it's such an indulgent rarepair but i can still see that whole little scene so crystal-clear in my mind and it still makes me ridiculously happy to reread. it's like my own personal love letter to both liu qianqiao and luo fumeng and is very dear to me. i'm also currently really proud of Sex Pest, which i wrote as a treat in a fic exchange. i don't have a lot of smut in my portfolio and i feel like this one came out really well; i'm proud of the characterisations and dialogue (the banter between wenzhou was so much fun) but especially feel like i made a lot of progress on my prose and descriptions.
38. What is your most self-indulgent posted story? very difficult to answer; you'll almost never catch me writing stories anymore that aren't also something i really want to read. i think i'll go with Wish You Were Here, because i literally just came up with the dumbest little meme scenario and then was attached enough to it to turn it into a fic before any of my actual serious ye baiyi/wenzhou concepts, and it still makes me cackle to this day. honorary mention to The More Things Change because it's the qingxian nonshippy rarepair canon compliant post-canon quasi-fix-it that nobody asked for but me.
39. What’s your most self-indulgent wip? even more difficult to answer because a lot of my wips that never see the light of day are even more self-indulgent than the ones that do. it's probably either the cql wip i have where wei ying teams up with lan sizhui and lan jingyi post-resurrection and those three are the ship in it and that ot3 is the self-indulgent part. or the shl wip i have where chengling ends up in wen kexing's charge instead of zhou zishu's in episode 1 because it involves The Boat and you know how much i love The Boat. oh, or possibly an old wip from my kingdom hearts days that was a ridiculously rarepair (olette/namine). come to think of it the kh stuff probably has a lot of self-indulgence in it in general, posted or wip.
42. What’s your favorite title that you’ve come up with? basically all my titles are just scraps of song lyrics or song titles so "come up with" is a bit of a stretch. but i think one of my favourites is Statues Of Ourselves which is an in progress jedtavius (night at the museum) ficlet trio for my bestie. the title is actually from a more obscure source than google would indicate, an enter the haggis song called "up in lights." and it was in my fic titles list and just tickled me as soon as i saw it while i was looking for a title that day. the way it still evokes the figurative nature of that language well, and yet it is also almost absurdly literal. it just wraps all the way around and idk it cracks me up.
43. Is there a trope or idea that you’d really like to write but haven’t yet? lots and lots. right now some favourite ideas that are pending: - cql canon rewrite with main character swap - shl canon rewrite with crossover main character swap - more canon crossover rarepair shenanigans unfortunately these are lower priority right now because i'm in the middle of plotting a fic for a fandom bang and also wrapping up some old wips to post.
49. What fic of yours would you say is the best introduction to you as a writer? hm. if you want an introduction to the kind of rarepair or crossover bullshit i get up to then my any of my Ficlet Collections are a good place to start--a lot of tumblr/twitter prompt fills or games and indulgent little things i've spent more time on per quantity of words, making it a nice kind of tasting sampler. if you want something more cohesive that demonstrates my taste in fix-its, the fics in my Qin Jiuxiao Lives 'Verse (ongoing) are good and also contain some diversity in style.
50. How would you describe your writing style? inconsistent. constantly evolving. i'm always trying new things or experimenting with new tones or leaning into new vibes. sometimes i try for something funnier and sometimes i indulge in the drama. sometimes i spend ages crafting something concise and poetic and evocative, sometimes i just dump words all over the place like a buffet. who knows.
55. Have you noticed any patterns in your fics? Words/expressions that appear a lot, themes, common settings, etc? a pretty common theme in my writing is "actually everyone was Fine i don't know what you're Talking About i don't even need to explain Why OR How they just Are we all Agree On This, Correct?" common settings tend to be, right now, siji shanzhuang or lotus pier, and have always been wherever feels "home"iest. i definitely have a Thing about home and i will not be taking constructive criticism at this time. i'm sure i have a lot of repetition in words/phrases/expressions but if i started analysing my writing that closely i'd get paranoid and nothing would get done.
59. Have you participated in any fic events/writing challenges? If yes, what were they and did you enjoy them? i have! last march i participated in polyship week which was really fun and resulted in one of my more unexpected popular fics Glitter & Gold. i also did pridewrite this last summer, which got me the On Wings Of Pride collection full of obscure but delightful rarepairs. i've also been introduced to the glorious world of fic exchanges (for which i wrote The Moon Is Crumbling, But That's Okay) and i had so much fun that i immediately went out and signed up for another fandom event (the lld big bang) which i'm working on now (well not right now. right now i'm on tumblr. T_T)
68. Are there any fics that influenced you to write the way you do? so many. so fucking many. kjdfsljk any fic i read and like influences me in some way, especially fics/writing from friends i aspire to be more like.
69. (nice) What are your favorite fics at the moment? well, you asked. Stay And Break My Heart by rustycreekspoon Song by withbroombefore Letters by withbroombefore Please miss postman by shamelesscooper you're the trouble that i always find by sundiscus leisure, unfettered by brawlite The Boundaries of a Body by k_lynn The Kalends by praiseofshadows
79. Do you have any writing advice you want to share? yes. go look at other people's writing advice and then try all of it, one after the other. advice from all kinds of writers in all kinds of fields. author interviews and tumblr posts. even the silly sounding things (especially those). don't try anything that sounds like it would kill your soul, though, probably. everyone is different and different methods or pieces of advice may work or not work for you than anyone around you. you'll only know what does or doesn't once you try things and eventually piece together whatever system works for you out of spare parts.
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bananakarenina · 2 years
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You still taking fic asks?
For the Want Your Midnights series, how would have Willie trapped the PeterPatterLina trio in a closet? -something I still secretly wished happened, because I thrive off fictional drama.
Also which fic has been your favorite to write?
i definitely am still taking asks!
OMG bahahahahahahahaha truly a fantastic question. I imagine that some as-yet-unforeseen ghost magic would be involved (and we already know Willie can do things like set off car alarms, etc, so why not closet-trapping LMAO) BUT also it could be something as simple as trapping *julie* in the closet and telling luke & reggie to rescue her/sit with her while they figure out how to get her out, aka a little bit of trickery, which we also know willie is good at. obviously flynn would be involved with planning and/or getting julie into position. alex would probably facepalm a lot but he'd be fed up with the ot3 so he'd definitely help.
as for favorite to write...a difficult question!! i have trouble picking favorite anythings but here we go.
i am still absolutely bowled over that i even wrote for love's sake only in the first place, AND that people love it, so there's that. The initial story is 47k words! i wrote a BOOK. and it's not a bad one! hahaha. also i love historical romance so it's kind of a love letter to that genre.
and then there's leave the light on, which is like 10k words of emotional devastation. i love exploring past canon and exploring more adult themes, and also finding love again when you thought your heart was done.
want your midnights will always have a special place in my heart because it was my very first jatp fic (and actually my first published fic in about a decade.) and it just went from there!
finally, heart like a wheel my secret and forever beloved. exploring womanhood & motherhood through the lens of a character we don't even see onscreen: will read and write every time, hahaha. i would love to find the inspiration to finish emily patterson & sarah mercer's versions of this. we'll see!
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danniburgh · 3 years
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As the trees miss the Autumn (Javier Peña x f!reader x OFC)
Pairing: Javier Peña x f!reader x ofc
Summary: It was almost meant to be; Lia and you had spent six months together before meeting Javier and never felt like something was missing until he smirked towards you; The three of you really didn’t know exactly how it started, but you knew how it had ended.
Word count: +9.2k
Warnings: mild angst, OT3 SMUT, unprotected sex, p in v, fingering, oral, cum play. I made it gay, pregnancy. I think that’s it.
A/N: guys this is terribly self indulgent, i just wanna say that i loved writing this bc im super bi and i want a relationship like this. This one is dedicated to @mouthymandalorian​ just because i love her and i might wanna kiss her deeply
Masterlist // Read on ao3 // ko-fi
comments and reblogs are eternally appreciated 💓
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gif: @javier-pena​ 
None of you really knew exactly how it started;
For Lia it was when she met you, in a tiny, dirty bar, hiding away from the men that wanted to take you out to dance, begging someone to save you from the claws of a crowded dance floor. She bought you a beer after the one you’d been nursing was gone as you enjoyed the attention of a not-so-older, gorgeous woman and after that she took your hand, got inside a cab with you, spent the ten-minute ride caressing your thigh over your skirt, welcomed you into her apartment and kissed you like a woman starving as soon as she closed the door
For you it was at the end of that whole long weekend you spent at her place, she had taught you to cook that potato omelet you liked so much the first time she cooked it for you, only wrapped in a bathrobe with her arms wrapped around your waist and her lips nibbling at your neck, you ate the almost burnt omelet sitting on her kitchen counter while she stood between your legs and right after you finished she ate you as a dessert.
For Javier it was when he met you at an empty bar that served the best chicken wings you or Lia could’ve ever had; he saw you laughing and holding hands from his seat on the bar while the bartender poured him the third whiskey of that night, he liked Lia’s hair and your laugh, the way she gripped your forearm with her lean fingers made him feel something he swore he wouldn’t be able to feel again; the way you leaned onto her to brush her cheek made him lick his lips in craving for that kind of intimacy, and when you and Lia both turned to see him at the same time, he knew he was screwed.
For the three of you it was when Lia had all but forced you to walk up to the handsome man with the mustache that sat on the bar, she had told him if he enjoyed the view and you asked him if he was alone: he answered yes to both questions. Two hours later, several chicken wings orders and a never ending chat, the three of you were in Javier's car and driving to his place while discussing the terms of what the three of you wanted to be a possible permanent agreement.
It was almost meant to be; Lia and you had spent six months together before meeting Javier and never felt like something was missing until he smirked towards you.
What the three of you started to build wasn’t always honey over pancakes; there’s was jealousy and possessiveness; Javier was a blunt man with a difficult job, several hours away from home and feeling like he should keep everything to himself; Lia was moody and controlling on her bad days, she knew what she wanted and how she wanted it and she knew how to get things, she and Javier clasped and crashed almost every day; you were more passive than them, quiet on your good days and loud on the bad ones, you had your own rituals and your own quirks, but there was this role that was implicitly assigned to you when that relationship started; you were to bring the three of you together.
But with the pass of time the only complicated thing left was sex; almost always between the three of you; counted times you had one of them only for you or they had themselves. You did it all together.
The three of you really didn’t know exactly how it started, but you knew how it had ended.
Two years into your relationship; after life had thrown at you some heavy rocks, after part of your families accepted the uncommon root of the love you shared, after sharing a living space and building a life together; Javier got transferred to Colombia.
The night he brought the news to you and Lia he was a different man, he looked ten years aged, tired and bewildered; it wasn’t like he didn’t ask for it, he did but out of commitment to his office; he really didn’t want to go to a foreign country to fight a war you and Lia had convinced him was not his to fight; but the wars are never fair to the desires of the people and he received the transfer papers and a work visa. When he found out he had a week to pack his life in two suitcases and say goodbye to his family; his dad, Lia and you.
And even though he had never really said he loved either of you out loud; as he preferred to show you, the day Lia and you went to drop him at the airport he hugged each one tightly, he whispered against your ears how much he loved you and how grateful he was that you had made space for him in your lives, he kissed you both like a man starved; not caring about the few glances you three got as you said your goodbyes and after the second call on the airport speakers for the passengers with destination to Bogotá, Colombia, Lia and you saw him disappear through the boarding gate.
So you returned to a home that felt empty without his broad body present; his cologne still lingered in the space and the smell of the man you slept wrapped around for two years made you break as Lia held you; the night he left, neither of you slept.
At first he called two or three times a week; he really tried to be there for both, asking about your days, trying to tell you both about his; but life has a way to show you who really is in charge. Life has its own plans and so his workload was heavier and your lives got busier, so his calls eventually stopped making the phone ring.
You missed him; missed him like the stars missed the bright light of the moon when it was new; Lia missed him like the trees missed the leaves they lost during fall; Javier missed you like the fire missed the oxygen it needed to survive; it was a miserable feeling that he tried to drown in his own ways, always trying to get his ways to be shaped as Lia or you: but it was never enough.
Javier got to a point where he felt pure and green envy towards the both of you because you still had each other: in the years you had shared together he got to feel like and addition and not a part of something whole only a few times and only in the beginning; neither you nor Lia ever made him feel like he didn’t fit or he wasn’t as much yours as you were his. But he was alone in a country he never knew and he only knew a variant of the language of, he was tired and some nights he felt cold and scared like when he was a child and he could only think of the warmness of your bodies that he should’ve never left behind.
And so a year passed, and then another one did; if it wasn’t because of the few phone calls you two gave him, on christmas, on his birthday, on yours, on the times you two felt like it was too much and you just needed to hear his voice and you forced him to stay on the phone until he was practically falling asleep while talking; he could’ve sworn he would’ve already forgotten the sweet and sour sound of your voices. 
If it wasn’t because of the pictures you sent him with the few letters you wrote him, some of you together, some of you smiling into the camera; some of you kissing so he wouldn’t forget he was still yours even if he was thousands of miles away; he could’ve sworn he would’ve forgotten your faces, or the color of your hair and Lia’s green eyes, or the shape or your bodies, or the color or your pretty pussies as one of you spread it open with your fingers and snapped a polaroid of it all wet and leaky for you and him.
He was actually grateful for the obscene amount of nude pics you two had sent him; your naked bodies were the last thing he wanted to forget about you.
Neither you nor Lia ever expected him to send something back; you still had the comfort of each other’s bodies, and you never forbid Javier from finding comfort in another person; you wanted him to be as happy as he could be in a place that seemed even god had forsaken, but that didn’t mean you didn’t miss him.
You missed him until you couldn’t anymore.
“Babe.” Lia whispered in your ear one night; the room still smelled like sex and you and her and the absence of Javier’s essence.
“Yeah?” you answered, shifting on your side to face her, both of you sleeping in the middle of the bed, right where Javier used to sleep.
“What if we go see Javi?” she whispered again, you frowned.
“Baby,” you scoffed softly, you could see in the darkness and by the very few moonlight that entered the room the way she rolled her eyes, “he told us we shouldn’t.”
“Yeah, I know,” she let out, frustrated, you reached to her and pressed her against you, leaving a kiss on her cheek, she sighed “I miss him.”
You said nothing, nodding a few times so she could be sure you agreed. Lia knew you missed him too, missed him like crazy.
Lia’s hand brushed softly through the skin of your naked hip and she left a feathery kiss on your lips.
“I wanna see him,” she whispered out, pouting, through the darkness you saw her eyes begging you for it, you shook your head softly; Lia let out another sigh and leaned towards you to lick at your lower lip, her hand sliding to the apex of your thighs and her lean fingers found immediately your clit, you gasped “let’s go see him,” she cooed on your mouth as her fingers brushed your slick folds “let’s go see our boy.”
“Not fair,” you let out on a moan when her fingers slid inside your cunt and she pressed into you softly “you’re playing dirty, Li.” she smiled against the skin of your chin and scissored her fingers inside you, you gasped again.
“Please, baby, he misses us.” she whispered as her thumb circled your clit, she pumped her fingers inside you and she left soft kisses on your jaw just like Javier used to do.
The coil that she had built inside your belly broke and you only could whisper his name.
Lia huffed a smile and brought her fingers to her mouth as you recovered from the orgasm she made you feel.
“Call Chucho in the morning,” you panted out, “ask him if he wants us to take something with us.”
Lia smiled at you and cupped your face to kiss you deeply.
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“He’s gonna be so mad.” Lia said with a smile as you walked into Houston Intercontinental Airport with one suitcase each and holding hands. You scoffed and rolled your eyes at her.
“First, he's gonna fuck us and then he will send us back, just you wait.” you let out on a low voice and Lia cackled.
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“A’right baby, turn on your lying, please.” Lia said as you walked out of the plane into the gate’s doors, you gripped her hand tightly and then let her go as you walked towards the immigration booths; the almost three-hour flight was spent with you trying to come up with something to tell the immigration agents besides we are here to visit our boyfriend, who is a fed; that was the first thing Chucho told you not to do.
After talking to one agent each you got the free pass into the country and Lia didn’t wait to be far away from them to gasp in relief.
“I’m so happy Javi forced spanish onto us,” she let out, grabbing your hand again, heading towards the doors, you chuckled. “I don’t wanna know how much harder it would be without at least being able to say Hola and Vine a conocer Colombia.”
The afternoon air in Bogotá was considerably colder than it was in Houston, which made Lia shiver, and you reached for the piece of paper you had scribbled Javier’s address onto and had shoved inside your pants as Lia called for a taxi with her not so lady-like whistle.
A cab parked in front of you and Lia turned on her mean face; the one she used when she knew certain situations could turn sideways quickly, and the one she started using when Javier was no longer walking next to either of you; the driver helped with your suitcases and you got inside the car, you reached for Lia’s hand and rested the entanglement of fingers on your lap.
“I’m nervous.” you muttered, Lia chuckled in agreement.
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Javier ran out of the office with Steve tailing him almost at the same speed.
“Jav, what the fuck is going on?” Steve asked again, louder than when he saw him stamping the phone back on its cradle and let out a chain of curses in both english and spanish.
Javier didn’t answer, he didn't even acknowledge Steve as his partner’s heavy steps echoed his own while he sprinted out of the embassy building and towards his truck.
Javier stopped hearing Steve’s steps when he reached for his keys in his pocket and jumped inside his Bronco.
“Fuck!” Javier let out as he maneuvered the steering wheel, backed up the truck and eyed Steve standing on the embassy steps, completely flabbergasted out of the corner of his eye.
Steve saw the truck racing out of the parking lot with an angry Javier driving like crazy, as he frowned, wondering what Javier's dad told his partner that made him run out like there was a fire.
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“Are you sure is this one?” Lia asked once the cab drove away, you nodded and walked towards the building steps.
“What I’m not sure of is if he’s even here.” you muttered out, chuckling, Lia shook her head with a smile and walked next to you, she opened the building door and you walked in; it smelled somewhat dampy and enclosed, nothing unbearable but it was certainly different, there was no elevator and according to the address you and Lia wrote on the envelopes when you sent him stuff, his apartment was on the third floor.
Lia sighed behind you when you took in the building's silence and you nodded your head towards the stairs.
“Let’s go.” you winked at her and stretched your hand so she could take it.
Going up the stairs with a semi-heavy suitcase in one hand and your girlfriend in the other wasn't easy, but when you reached the third floor all the discomfort left your body and the feeling that settled inside you was a mix between nervousness and excitement.
Lia pulled you forward to walk towards one of the two doors on that floor and you raised your hand to knock.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” you heard behind you the recognizable and unmistakable hard, deep, very angry voice of Javier.
Lia frowned next to you, and you let your mouth curl into a smile.
Javier felt his chest throb and his heart stop when he saw you turn around to face him at the same time.
“Javi!” you gasped out and let go of Lia’s hand and your suitcase, running up to where he was standing and throwing yourself to him.
Javier’s hands landed on your waist and your arms curled around his neck, he shivered slightly when he felt you inhaling him; he smelled as he always did, cigarette, that cologne you never learned the name of, musk and his sweet, sweaty body essence.
Lia glared at him, Javier felt it deep inside him, she was waiting for him to do something to you, anything.
“What are you doing here?” he asked again, Lia dropped her shoulders in half-relief, half-exhaustion.
“We came to see you,” you replied, your voice muffled by the fabric of his jacket, your face still buried on his shoulder, he gripped your body closer to him “aren’t you happy to see us?” you whispered.
“Yes, Javi, aren’t you?” Lia let out, leaving her own suitcase, walking up to him and reaching to cup his face, Javier relaxed slightly and leaned onto her soft touch, leaning down so she could leave a kiss on his jaw.
“Why did you come?” he whispered as he looked into her green gaze, Lia narrowed her eyes.
“Because you didn't bother to visit, Javier,” Lia admonished, her hardened voice caused you to wake up from the day slumber that breathing in Javier’s smell gave you and you turned on his shoulder to see her, “we missed you like crazy.” 
“Lia,” he let go of you to cup her face, she frowned when you let out a soft yelp and slapped his arms away, “baby.” Javier let out.
“Don’t you dare.” she tightened her jaw, you bit your lip and sensed the unaddressed tension between them.
“Javi.” you called him, knowing that if you didn’t try to stop him Lia would snap at him.
“Amelia.” Javier called out again, and Lia let out a soft growl.
“Javi.” you called again, your voice growing desperate.
“I told you not to come.” he told her, Lia pushed him back, he didn’t move.
“Yet you didn’t visit.” she let out, you closed your eyes and breathed in, Javier crossed his arms on his chest.
“I couldn’t, you know it,” he said, “I needed to stay here, have you forgotten?” you noticed how Lia’s face grew red and, as if it happened in slow motion, she raised her hand and clasped her palm across his face.
Javier didn’t move, but he rubbed his cheek with his own hand and glared at her.
“Lia!” you walked towards them and planted your feet so your body acted as a barrier between them both.
“That’s why you came?” Javier muttered out behind you “to slap me?”
“No, asshole!” she let out, deflating in front of you, you wanted nothing more but to reach to her, knowing how hard it was for her sometimes to just let go and let herself feel things “we love you, we missed you!”
“Lia, stop.” you begged, getting in her line of view, she dropped her shoulders and nodded at you.
“Fine.” she mouthed to you and crossed her arms on her chest, the same gesture she had acquired from Javier.
“And you,” you turned around to face Javier, whose hand had dropped back to his side, “don’t be so hard on us, it’s been two years.” you whispered to him, Javier put his hands on his hips and leaned to the side, you saw him chew the inside of his cheek and his eyes fell to the floor.
“Baby,” he muttered without looking at you, stretching his hand so you could take it, you did, his hand wrapped yours almost entirely and you felt a bolt of energy going through your spine “it’s so dangerous down here…” he let out in a sigh, you felt Lia’s presence behind you.
“It’s been two years.” you repeated, gripping the hold on his hand, he nodded and looked at you and then at Lia.
“Say you missed us, idiot.” Lia let out, wrapping her arms around your waist and resting her chin on your shoulder, Javier smirked and shook his head.
Before he could open his mouth to say a thing, a heavy set of rushed steps was heard behind Javier.
“Jav?” he dropped your hand and turned around, you narrowed your eyes as you looked at the tall, blonde man standing at the edge of the stairs.
“Who is this?” Lia asked lowly in your ear and you shrugged.
“Isn’t his partner blonde?” you recalled from your calls with Javier. Lia shrugged back.
“Hey,” Javier let out, not moving from his position in the middle of the hallway, the man looked at both of you and eyed thoughtfully the grip Lia had on your body “you followed me?” Javier asked.
“No, but what the hell, man?” he spat in a southern accent that made you smile, “you just rushed out like a crazy person.”
“Murph, please…” Javier sighed towards him.
“It is his partner.” you murmured to Lia, remembering the name Javier had told you once he talked to you about the new man that was being sent to work with him.
“You Murphy?” Lia asked, you bit your lips to hide your smile and elbowed her softly.
“Yeah…” he replied hesitantly. Javier turned to look at the both of you and closed his eyes, you let your lips curl in a smile, “I’m sorry, do I know you?” he narrowed his blue eyes at you and Lia.
“No.” Javier spat, you feigned a gasp and Lia released you from her hold.
“Javier didn’t tell you about us?” Lia asked and you looked at the way Javier hid his eyes from the man. Murphy tilted his head.
“Oh…” he let out softly “this’ your girls?” the man pointed at you both with two fingers and Javier sighed.
“Yes, yes we are,” Lia let out, walking towards him, she raised her hand, he shook it and she introduced you to him with your full name “and I’m Amelia.”
“Well, nice to meet you’both.” he let out with a soft, tight-lipped smile as he walked to shake your hand.
“Shut the fuck up, Steve,” Javier let out, making you chuckle “how did you know?” he growled out.
“Jav, you may not mention them,” he said, walking towards Javier “but when you speak to’em you light up, man, you’re not the only man that notices stuff,” Steve slapped Javier’s arm a few times and turned to the both of you, “welcome to Colombia, I guess.” he shrugged with a charming smile and walked to the opposite direction, pulled out a set of keys and opened the door right in front of Javier’s apartment, disappearing behind it with a nod towards you and Lia.
“I like him.” you said, Lia snorted.
“Shut up.” Javier muttered, mimicking Steve’s actions and opening his door, he walked in with yours and Lia’s suitcases and left the door open for you.
“I told you he’d be mad.” Lia said, walking inside the apartment, you let out a soft chuckle.
“I think we can make him feel better in no time.” you responded, walking behind her and closing the door.
You and Lia inspectioned the apartment carefully, looking at what he had done with an embassy issued place in the last two years he had been living there, you liked just how him it was.
Javier had left the suitcases near a door that you figured lead to the room, Lia grunted at the cheesy dog portrait in one of the walls but smiled softly at the full bar that had its place near the window in the living room.
“Can you please explain to me now why you came?” Javier sat on the leather loveseat, holding his head in his hands, rubbing his eyes with the heels of his palms.
“We told you, Javi…” Lia said, walking to sit next to him, you did the same, sitting on his other side, the couch was comfortable but you liked the one you had in Houston better. “we missed you.”
“God,” Javier sighed out, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and reached to him to kiss his cheek “I missed you too,” he looked at both of you and Lia let out the first smile towards him of the evening “both of you.”
“We know, dummy,” you said, resting your head on his shoulder as he moved his arms to hug you both, “don’t be angry, please.” you all but pleaded, your soft voice made him huff.
“How could I?” he said, kissing the crown of your head and turning to kiss Lia on the cheek “you’re both insane,” he muttered, you chuckled, “whose idea was it?”
“Lia’s” you whispered, shivering at the way his hand was drawing shapeless forms on your covered skin.
“Of course,” he chuckled softly and tightened the grip on your bodies, “of course it was.” he murmured against Lia’s cheek.
“Sorry for the slap.” she said, moving her head to kiss his lips, he smiled against her mouth.
“I liked it.” he murmured.
“Should I do it again?” Lia whispered back, you smiled broadly at their flirting. Two years had passed without him, and they were still the same teasing, flirty fuckers you fell in love with.
“No, no hitting,” you whispered out, Lia smiled at you and you moved to kiss Javier’s neck “we are making love tonight,” your words against the skin of his neck made him sigh and Lia looked at him with a mischievous smile, mimicking your movements and licking a stripe of skin on the other side “we can fuck tomorrow.”
“Shit,” he moaned out softly when Lia nibbled at his earlobe “you came here to kill me.” you huffed and the hot air that came out of your mouth hitting the wet skin of his neck made him shiver again.
“Maybe.” you whispered roughly in his ear and he smirked at the low, growly, hungry tone of your voice.
“My dirty girl,” he whispered, turning to face you and looking for your lips, you caved in and licked his lower lip, he let out a low groan and devoured your mouth for the first time in two years; immediately, warmness leaked out of you and a never-really extinguished coil with his name embroidered on lit up inside your belly, “I missed your lips so much,” he whispered against your lips, only to you, you smiled softly and nibbled at his lip, feeling Lia’s hand reaching to you and making you press your chest to Javi’s side, he left a soft kiss on your lips and turned to her, she cupped his jaw with her other hand and kissed him deeply, Javier loved the difference between you and her; your lips kissed him softly but hungrily, there was always a willing to give him something of you in each of your kisses, he liked to think he stole some of your youth directly from your mouth every time you kissed him; Lia’s lips kissed him deeply and patiently, always heavy with a deep emotion she could never put into words, but she spilled as her tongue touched his. He loved the difference, and he loved that he could taste your kisses once again.
“Javi,” you whispered in his ear, he hummed in response and you smiled against his cheek, your hand sliding to palm his crotch over his jeans “take us to your room.” Javier let out a chuckle, remembering that was the same thing you said to him four years before on the first night the three of you spent together.
He stood up from the couch and stretched his hands so each of you could take one and he walked up to the small staircase and towards his room; as soon as you entered his bedroom, he gripped both of you towards his chest, you let out a chuckle at the strength and you put your hand on his chest.
“Can you kiss for me?” he asked, his hands on one side of your waists, you reached to cup a side of Lia’s face and brought her to you, her lips tasted like her and like Javi, you heard him sigh and the hand that rested on his chest slide to his pants once again, you palmed him over the denim of his jeans as Lia’s tongue snuck inside your mouth, Javier let out a moan when Lia slid a hand towards his ass and he tightened the grip over the both of you “I need you both naked.” he muttered, Lia broke the kiss and looked at him with a raised eyebrow.
“Who told you you were in charge?” she murmured to him, making you huff.
“Shut up, Li,” you stepped back and leaned down to untie your boots, Javier walked to sit on the edge of the bed to take off his as Lia glared at you both, once your boots were off you looked at her. 
You smirked at Lia and stood straight, taking off your shirt and your jeans while fixating your eyes on her, she rolled her eyes and smiled at you, Javier stood up from the bed, shirtless and walked to you, his hands landed on your shoulders and his fingers played with the straps of your bra, you turned to him and he kissed the naked skin of your shoulder, his hands sliding to unhook your bra and help you out of it, you turned to Lia and she bit her lip, stopping unbuttoning her own jeans as Javier’s warm hands snaked towards your tits and covered them almost entirely, making you throw your head back to rest on his naked shoulders.
Lia took off her jeans and walked towards the both of you, Javier was playing with your nipples and nibbling at your neck slowly, making you gasp and sigh at that sensation you had missed so much, his fingers were so much bigger than Lia’s and he played with you like you were a delicate thing, careful to not break you.
“Javi,” you gasped his name, Lia’s hand gripped your waist and reached for Javier, who hummed in reply “touch my pussy.” you half-begged, half-demanded, one of his hands left your breast and went to cup at your sex over the fabric of your panties and his fingers glided softly across your covered lips, he leaned to kiss Lea over your body and you raised your hands to go around Lia’s body and unhook her own bra, she took it off.
Lia’s hands slid over your waist and she helped Javier to get you off your panties, she crouched to hold them as you stepped out of them and she left a soft kiss on your mound, looking straight into Javier’s brown, lust-dark eyes, you gasped and her hands glided over your thighs in a feathery touch she knew you loved.
She stood up and kissed you softly, Javier wrapped an arm around your middle and his other hand helped you hook a leg around Lia’s hips, she held it in place, his long fingers found your clit immediately and he circled it softly a few times, you let out a curse and Lia kissed the soft flesh of your breast, you raised a hand to play with one of her nipples, Javier grazed his fingers across your slit and found you wet and ready for them, he nibbled at your jaw and slid his fingers inside, you gasped his name out, closing your eyes and throwing your head to his shoulder again.
“I missed this so much,” you let out, turning your head to him and licking at his mouth, Lia’s tongue started playing with your nipple and you smiled, lost already in the pleasure they were giving you “I need you deeper.” you whispered in his mouth and his fingers pumped deeper inside your cunt, Lia’s tongue glided across your chest to your other breast and he bit softly at your nipple to get it to harden in her mouth.
“Tell him how close you are.” Lia demanded and you whined when she sucked harder at your nipple.
“I’m so close, fuck, there.” you whispered, kneading at her breast as Javier’s fingers kept pumping and pressing and pushing inside your cunt, your pussy leaked around his hand and Lia’s hand went to your sex to guide Javier and play with your clit, your nipple still in her mouth. You bucked your hips and Javier held you tighter and closer, you felt his erection on your ass, the friction of his denim-covered hardness on your naked asscheeks made you whimper.
“You’re gonna cum?” Javier asked in your ear, his warm tongue licking your earlobe, you hummed in affirmation, your eyes rolling back behind your lids, your body flushing at the sensations both their mouths and their hands were making you feel, you couldn’t formulate any words as Javier’s fingers pressed on that spongy place inside you that made your toes curl and your thighs tremble and Lia’s fingers circled your clit at the same fucking time, it was a sweet torture you had missed like the sand missed the sea on low tide days.
“Javi,” you gasped, your hand leaving Lia’s breast and gripping the wrist of the arm that held you steady, “please,” you sighed out, holding your breath, not knowing exactly what you were begging for; but they knew, they always did, so Lia’s mouth searched yours and she kissed you, her tongue warm and wet and tasting faintly like you, Javier’s mouth returned to your neck and they synchronized their movements, making you whine and moan as they raised their speed.
“Cum for us, baby.” he whispered softly in your ear and you let out a long moan when the coil inside your belly stretched and stretched at the rhythm of their movements and when he pushed in deeper and she angled her fingers to the sides it broke. Your legs stiffened and you let out the air that you didn’t know you were holding in a silent scream as they helped you ride your climax with soft, loud kisses on your neck and around your face.
“Holy fuck,” you let out lowly, opening your eyes to look at them kissing while still holding you, “can someone let me lie down, please,” you asked softly. They broke the kiss, smiled at each other and turned to you. Lia let down your leg gently and Javier walked backwards with you still wrapped tightly inside his arms. He helped you sit on the bed and you let yourself fall on the mattress. “who’s gonna sit on my face?” you let out, making them both chuckle.
Javier kneeled on the bed next to you, he supported his weight on one arm and used the other to wander around your still-shivering body, leaving soft kisses around your chest and shoulders. You smiled at him and he smiled back, your eyes took in his features and your hand went to cup his face.
“I love you.” you whispered, his smile grew wider and he leaned to take your lips in his, you felt the bed shift next to you and Lia’s hand landed on your sternum.
“Are you ready?” she whispered in your ear, Javier broke the kiss and looked at her with a confused gaze, you nodded and bit your lip in mischief.
You put your hands on Javier’s chest and Lia put hers on his shoulder, both of you pushed him to the side so he could lie on his back, Javier let out a soft oof at the sudden movement, before he could sit up you shifted on the bed and straddled his abdomen.
“Hi.” you let out with a smile, taking his hands and putting them on your naked thighs.
“Hey.” he whispered, Lia stood up from the bed, took off her own panties and walked towards his legs, Javi shivered under you at the soft touch of Lia’s hands gliding up his thighs and at the feeling of your wet pussy making full contact with the naked skin of his belly. Lia pulled his jeans off and you looked over your shoulder at her, she was devouring his erection with her deep-darkened green gaze. Her eyes met yours and you raised your eyebrows, Javier lifted his head to look at her behind you and saw her nodding to you.
You moved up on Javier’s torso until your pussy was directly leaking over his sternum, Javier could smell your arousal and he felt his cock throb at how sweet it was; he then felt Lia straddling his lap, and he closed his eyes, throwing his head on the mattress.
“Fuck.” he let out when Lia’s soft hands gripped his dick and pumped a few times, you were looking down at him, one of your hands moved to his face and your knuckles caressed the skin of his cheek and cheekbones as he felt Lia playing the tip of his cock on her wet, warm slit, covering him with her slick.
“Baby,” you whispered to him when Lia put a hand on your shoulder for support, you knew she was sitting on his cock, Javier opened his eyes half-way and gave you with a silent pleading look, he moaned gutturally and Lia behind you gasped, you turned to look at her and bit your lip when you saw her sitting fully on Javier’s cock, her head thrown back, neck stretched, her hand was still resting on your shoulder, her knees over your feet, you turned back to Javier, whose eyes were still traveling from your face to your tits and to your slick, swollen pussy in front of him and back, “you wanna eat me?” you asked him, he nodded and you smiled at him; his body started moving slowly and his eyes closed, one of his hands left your thigh and moved towards Lia’s and your smile grew.
Lia’s hand gripped your shoulder and you felt her leaning towards you, you felt her warm breath on your back and your cunt leaked more over Javier’s chest, you took her hand and circled your hips gently to gain some friction on your core; making a mess out of Javier’s skin.
“Let him eat you.” Lia whispered on the skin of your back and left a wet kiss on it, you nodded and moved carefully off Javier, kneeling next to them. Once you weren’t putting that much pressure on his body, Lia started bouncing on him.
Javier opened his eyes and grunted, one of his hands reaching for you.
“C’mere baby girl,” he muttered towards you, “sit.” he nodded his chin and you chuckled, you moved to kneel above his head and before you could sit on his mouth he blew softly into your core, making you moan. One of his hands rested on your thigh, bringing you down to him, the other on Lia’s hip, helping her move on him.
Javier flattened his tongue on your core and ran it through your folds a couple of times before sucking on your clit, you closed your eyes and reached to Lia, she took your hands and leaned to kiss you, slowing down her movements on Javier’s cock, making him grunt against your cunt.
Javier folded his legs and planted his feet on the bed, beginning a near-torturing pounding into Lia’s cunt, feeling the way her warm walls clutched his cock. Lia whined against your lips and you started circling your hips over his open mouth.
“Fu–fuck,” she gasped out, you moaned when Javier’s tongue hit your clit at a specific angle that made your breath hitch. “Ja–Javier, more.” Lia demanded, licking your lips, you grabbed her by the nape and ate her mouth, your other hand sliding to her clit, you circled it with two fingers, she whined out again and you let her rest her head on your shoulder, Javier nibbled at your pussy, sucking at the juices that were leaking because of Lia’s moans and whimpers and the wet noises of his cock thrusting in and out of her.
You pinched Lia’s clit and she bit the skin of your shoulder as she came, Javier grunted as her cunt strangled his cock but kept going, he fucked her and you played with her clit through her high and prolonged her orgasm until she screamed against your neck.
“Oh god.” she fell on your arms and you moved off Javier’s head and helped Lia to lie down next to him, Javier’s hand was on your thigh as you whispered into Lia’s ear how good she did. You felt him shift on the bed until he was resting against your back.
“Let me fuck you too.” he whispered against your hair, you nodded, Lia snuggled against your chest as Javier grabbed your leg and rested it over his hips, he wrapped himself around you and eased himself into your wet cunt, setting immediately a murdering pace, Lia hid her face into your breasts as they bounced at the rhythm of Javier’s thrusts and her hand went around the both of you to grip at his ass.
“Javi,” you whined out, your hand resting on the small of Lia’s back, she started licking at the flesh of your tits lazily “make me cum.” you begged and he grunted against your hair, his thrust becoming deeper and harder, Lia moved her head and bit your nipple, Javier started nibbling at your jaw and his fingers went to play with your clit once again, you came around him and Javier grinned against your skin when he felt you soaking his cock with your cum.
“Let me cum on your pretty faces.” he let out, still thrusting into you gently as you rode out your orgasm.
“Yes.” you and Lia replied at the same time.
Javier let out a tired chuckle, he slid out of you, both of you whimpering at the loss of connection, and he kneeled on the bed, you and Lia shifted as he pumped himself with the help of your combined arousals covering his erection, Lia reached for you and kissed you before you could crawl on the bed to wait for Javier to finish, he grunted above you.
“C’mon,” he growled, pumping himself faster, you broke the kiss, smiled at Lia and crawled to him, looking at his face with pleading eyes, “you’re so pretty, baby,” he whispered to you, his free hand caressing your hair, Lia did the same and put her face right next to yours, your cheeks pressed against each other, he looked at Lia, “and you? fuck you’re both so fucking beautiful”; Javier came when Lia dared to stick her tongue out for him, rope after rope of his cum covered your face, Javier was making sure he got both your faces equally coated as he praised you both, “you two look so fucking good covered with me.” he was grunting, milking himself; his load was big, he didn’t dare to tell you how much he had been going without having sex because for a long time no other women did the trick for him; you felt the last drop of his cum falling on your chin and you smiled at him.
“Can I eat it now?” you asked, looking up at him, Javier let out a heavy, spent sigh and smiled softly at you, throwing his head forward and you felt Lia grabbing your face and kissing your sticky cheek.
“I’ll do it for you.” she said.
“Please, don’t get me hard again.” he pleaded, letting himself fall on the mattress next to you.
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“Don’t leave,” you pleaded, trying to put on your extra puppy eyes, Javier sighed at you “please.”
“Baby, I need to go to work.” he said, softening his tone.
“Can’t you stay a little longer?” Lia asked him behind you; you were kneeling on the bed, naked and half-ready for him just by looking at him getting ready, Lia was resting on her arm, watching him trying to come up with something else to tell you so you wouldn’t ask him again.
“I can’t.” your shoulders dropped and you sat down on your feet, Javier walked towards you as Lia sat up and shifted to sit behind you; you felt her breasts pressing against your back as Javier sat in front of you on the edge of the bed, Lia’s hands wrapped your waist and Javier narrowed his eyes at her.
“You sure?” she said, sticking her tongue out and licking a stripe of skin on your neck, you sighed, you raised a hand to cup his face.
“Stay.” you pouted slightly and gasped softly when one of Lia’s hands cupped your breast and played your nipple between two fingers.
“Fuck.” Javier let out, standing up to unbutton his shirt, making you smile.
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You and Lia stayed in Colombia for a week; a week in which Javier felt the most relaxed he had felt in years, a week in which Javier had smiled and laughed the most in what it felt like a lifetime; he had eaten all the delicious food you had made for him, and then he had eaten you both on his bed a few hours later; he felt as if he was getting a vacation from the deep, heavy pressure of his work and his life in that country. He felt like a tiny bit of normalcy was back in his life.
But the fun, the tasty dinners with you, sometimes with you and the Murphy’s, the loving nights wrapped around your warm bodies, the long mornings of lazy sex with each or both of you, as everything in life, had to end.
“I want you to come home with us.” you whispered against his shoulder as he held you tight against his body, the noise of the airport almost made him not hear you.
“I know, baby, I wanna come home with you too,” he muttered in your ear, you let out a shaky breath and he stepped back a bit to look at you, cup your face and kiss your forehead “soon, okay?” he tried to reassure you, you smiled at him and nodded softly, he brought your face towards his and left a deep, gentle kiss on your lips “take care of Lia.”
“Okay.” you replied in his mouth and stepped back from him.
Javier stepped towards Lia and she wrapped her arms around his neck.
“Please, take care of yourself.” she whispered against his cheek, he nodded softly.
“Don’t leave me alone too long,” he whispered only to her, Lia closed her eyes and took a deep breath “please.”
“We’ll come back, okay?” she reassured him and turned her head to kiss him.
That time, Javier got to feel the same thing you both felt two years before when he saw your bodies walking hand in hand, disappearing behind the boarding gate.
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Javier was sent home almost three years later after the events that went down with Los Pepes; he was sent first to Miami and then he flew straight to Laredo, to where you had driven to meet him at his dad’s ranch.
The first thing that Javier saw when he got home was Lia’s huge pregnant belly.
He had jumped off his dad’s truck before Chucho could even turn off the engine; you were sitting on the porch, Lia was complaining about her back and you were sitting next to her with your hand on her belly; Javier ran towards the both of you and before you could react he kneeled in front of Lia, already forgetting everything about himself.
“God, you look huge.” he let out with wide eyes and a surprised quirk. You drowned a chuckle.
“Well, hi, asshole.” Lia let out, Javier let out a chuckle and put his big hands on Lia’s belly, marveled at how soft yet how hard it was, he looked at you with a soft smile.
“Hi, baby.” he muttered, Lia smirked, covering one of his hands with her own.
“Hi, love,” you replied, leaning to kiss his forehead, he moved his head to reach your lips “we have a baby in there.” you smiled at him.
“No, I have a baby in me.” Lia corrected, Javier turned at her and rolled his eyes, incorporating to kiss her.
“Well, is it a boy?” Javier asked, turning his brown, wide, shiny eyes to the baby bump, feeling a gentle kick right below his hand.
“No,” you smiled, “it’s a girl.”
“Thank fucking god.” he sighed out, leaning down to press his cheek to Lia’s belly, you put a hand on his shoulder and he smiled at you.
Javier never thought he would be a father, but in between visits to Colombia, you and Lia had talked about having a baby, there was something inside both of you that made you want to have a mini person running around both your legs, someone that looked like either of you and Javier, someone that could be the embodiment of the huge love you had shared.
So, one day, while talking to Javier over the phone, you mentioned to him that you were thinking about having a baby. At first Javier thought both of you wanted to get pregnant at the same time, and you had laughed it off; you hadn’t decided who was to carry it, but you knew you wanted it.
Javier asked to think about it for a while, ponder it and sleep on it; he knew, by looking at Steve and Connie with Olivia, that being a parent wasn’t easy, and although he always thought kids were something he could only see from afar, he didn’t hate the idea of a little person calling him dad; so he called you both and told you he was in, you offered yourself to do it but Lia immediately said no. Javier had laughed at the response but agreed with her; you didn’t fight it, they had a fierce, almost overprotective grip over you, and Lia didn’t want to see you lose your mind and drown in hormones, so she was the one that had her implant removed and on the next visit to Colombia, she was the one getting almost all of Javier’s cum.
The pregnancy announcement came several weeks later, once you were back in Houston, Javier lost his words over the phone and you and Lia had waited for him to say anything for almost three minutes. But he was happy, happier than he had ever felt.
You and Lia had dealt with the pregnancy on your own, Javier’s work grew heavier and more dangerous than before so he cut the visits and didn’t let you travel down anymore. You understood, but you were dealing with a pregnant, grumpy, horny woman by yourself, and you would’ve been lying if you said you didn’t need him by your side.
But, even when his suspension came out of nowhere for you, it was also sort of a blessing; because you both thought he wouldn’t be there with you when the baby was born, but he was, he was back home and about to become a father.
Literally at any time.
You had driven with him back to Houston after a few days with Chucho to get ready for when Lia gave birth and the convivence fell down as always, domestic bliss wasn’t the goal but it was there.
Javier was sitting on the coffee table, rubbing Lia’s feet one night after dinner while you took care of things around the kitchen and threw names to the air; choosing the name for the baby was exhausting, hard work, with three parents looking for something meaningful and fighting over pronunciations and spellings.
“What about Jenna?” you let out, Lia growled.
“My highschool bully was named Jenna.” she said, you chuckled, Javier narrowed his eyes and threw his gaze to the floor as he rubbed Lia’s toes.
“And Lisa?”
“Too short.” she replied. You hummed in thinking.
Javier had received a call that morning; he was offered a new job in Colombia, a new assignment to catch another cartel; a new job and a promotion.
“Lily!” your voice sounded afar.
“Uhm, nah.” Lia’s voice did too.
Javier glanced at the baby bump and he knew the job would do a lot for his daughter, he knew, somehow, that that time the work wouldn’t take long, he knew he could do it, he knew he had it in him; but he didn’t want to leave. He didn’t want to leave you and Lia and his baby alone again, not after spending almost six years away from his home, with a long distance relationship that although worked, wasn’t enough, surviving out of one week trips every six months, he didn’t know if he had that in him.
“Luisa!” you said, falling next to Lia on the couch, Lia gasped.
“I like it.” she replied and you clapped a few times.
“Javi, do you like it?” you asked him, bringing him back to reality.
“Huh?” he blinked a few times, Lia narrowed his eyes at him.
“The name.”
“Oh, yeah, sure.” he let out lowly, nodding a couple of times.
“What’s going on?” Lia asked, having felt his insecurity.
“Nothing.” he replied, taking her foot off his lap and taking the other one on.
“You’re lying.” you let out, searching for his eyes.
“Yeah,” he sighed out, “they offered me a job.” he let out.
“That’s good, right?” you asked, looking at Lia, she shrugged.
“It’s in Colombia.” he muttered.
“No.” Lia let out. You frowned at Javier, Lia took her foot off his lap as quickly as she could.
“You’re going back?” you asked him, already feeling a knot in your throat that was making it hard for you to breathe.
“Wait.” he rubbed his forehead with his hand.
“Javier Peña if you go back to that place,” Lia said with her hardened voice, trying to stand up from the couch, “I swear to God you will not meet your daughter.” Javier closed his eyes and damned the time he just let it out before explaining the whole thing.
“Are you gonna leave us again?”
“Let me explain.” Javier stood up from the coffee table.
“You can’t leave!” you yelled out, standing up as well and helping Lia off the couch.
“Listen to me,” Lia admonished “we waited for you, Javier!”
“Let. Me. Explain.” Javier pointed out.
“Explain what?” you asked him, hiding behind Lia as she waddled towards him.
“You are not leaving us alone again,” she shoved her finger on his chest “I’m about to explode, idiot!”
“Listen to me, silly woman!” he raised his voice to Lia and then looked at you “listen,” Lia was about to reply to him, but you saw his eyes shiny with unshed tears, so you put a hand on her shoulder and she took a deep breath, “I want you to come with me.” he let out.
“What?” you let out, frowning, confused.
“After Luisa is born, come with me,” he looked at the both of you, you turned to Lia and then back to him “I don’t wanna miss you anymore,” he dropped his eyes to Lia’s belly “I don’t wanna miss her.”
“Fuck you, Javier.” Lia let out, her lip pouty. She rolled her eyes and stepped slowly towards him.
“Please.” he whispered, inches away from her, she nodded, Javier kissed her and raised his hand for you; you took it and he pulled you to him.
“We better work on our spanish, then.” you whispered to them, Javier leaned to kiss you with a smile on his lips.
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For gg promts ( this was brought on by the last fic) a snap shot into the rpf of the spark world
Read on AO3 (formatting is slightly better over there)
Title: Si Vales Valeo
Fandom: European Spark History RPF
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Major Character Death
Relationships: Agatha Heterodyne & Tarvek Sturmvoraus & Gilgamesh “Gil Wulfenbach, Pre-Agatha Heterodyne/Tarvek Sturmvoraus/Gilgamesh Wulfenbach
Characters: Agatha Heterodyne, Tarvek Sturmvoraus, Gilgamesh Wulfenbach, Castle Heterodyne
Additional Tags: RPF, Historical Fiction, Pre-OT3, the si vales valeo theory, MCD but they get better, what’s more romantic than resurrecting your bfs, this is just an excuse for me to push my historical theory agenda
Summary:
Mechanicsburg is under siege. Castle Heterodyne is broken. Tarvek Sturmvoraus is dying.
They can fix one of those problems, at least.
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alterexo commented:
You know, this might just be the thing to get me on board the svv theory. VERY well written, and the romantic tension is just *chefs kiss*
ElisWish replied:
Thanks! It took me a while to be convinced on svv too haha, but I think what really cinched it for me was that collection of Agatha’s notes that went public last year--there’s some references to the svv procedure, and even with the Heterodyne family staying tight-lipped about the whole thing it was… very interesting to me that they even existed lol. Thanks for reading!
minceraft_magician commented:
oh my god i LOVE the way you wrote the castle here. its a horrible delight and i adore it
ElisWish replied:
Thanks! I really wanted to hit that sweet spot between "creepy and insane" and "funny and manic". I watched SO MANY Mechanicsburg tours and travel vlogs on YouTube.
indecisivesupremeoverlord commented:
wait, is si vales valeo not confirmed fact? sorry if i sound dumb but i read more rpf than actual history books
ElisWish replied:
So! Complicated question! SVV is still considered just a theory bc no one REALLY knows what went on in Castle Heterodyne during the Siege of Mechanicsburg--well, the Castle might know, assuming it didn’t happen during its documented shutdown, but its not talking either way. We have collections of notes that hint at it, though, and references in letters between the OT3 (I’m sorry if that sounds too “fandom” but “The Triumvirate” has always sounded kind of silly to me) also points towards it. HOWEVER… there’s the whole Fifty Families “if you die at all you’re out of the line of succession”, and the full theorized SVV procedure DOES require a kind of… rolling death, let’s say (trying not to get too technical here, lmk if I need to clarify something), so if SVV happened… well. That calls Tarvek’s inheritance of the Lightning Crown into question, and it just opens up a whole can of worms.
faeriewinged replied:
u know, im a history minor focusing on that time period, so when i first started getting into triumvirate rpf it was really surprising to me how accepted the svv theory was, especially among people who AREN’T trying to call tarvek’s legitimacy into question--maybe its bc it was popularized in girl genius, which is basically the first “fic” for this fandom (does a semi-fictional autobiographical radio show/book count as fic?). its just, like, people are willing to entertain the theory in more academic spaces (especially if you nab a spark who’s excited about the technical aspects), but there’s also this underlying current of “god, if we prove this then some moron is going to upset the current balance of power trying to insist that tarvek sturmvoraus wasnt a valid heir to the lightning crown”. when like. technically it doesnt actually MATTER, u know? valois didnt make the resurrection rule for his heirs, the fifty families made that shit up on their own.
ElisWish replied:
God you have no idea how close I am to declaring a history minor just because of all the shit I’ve had to learn writing for this fandom. I agree that the Girl Genius stuff probably contributed a lot, but it IS important to remember that Kaja Foglio DID get first-person accounts from Agatha herself (though the later published/aired media was fictionalized to a degree. I would give my left arm to see her original class materials.), so I think that’s why we put so much weight on her stuff. Hard agree about how annoying the ~true heir to the Storm King~ debate can get. It infects EVERYTHING. Makes me want to bang my head against a wall.
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air support, we need you (or: tscosi 2x09)
some bomb dropping, ofc, spoilers below duh
same game, top three things i had feelings ‘bout in reverse order
3. time skip time! Everyone could use a bit of a breather, even if it can’t live up to Arkady’s goat farm dreams
I thought all the planet assignments made sense, even if the completionist in me wanted it to differ more from the split that had already happened this season
ok ok the shipper in me was 50-50 but we’ll address that later
2. my man park!! is back!!! 
Showing up with an anti-aircraft missile launcher as a wedding gift. I kept joking that Park would keep up his finale trend of showing up as a surprise being cool (as cool as Park can be anw), and thought it wouldn’t happen till it did!
and him also quietly saying the defector wasn’t Shelly....Park...are you going to talk about this...
narrowly avoided extended crew singing for the third time, will he keep up this success rate?
I would take a mini-episode that just followed Park in the second half of the season (Park: I am an independent man who needs no crew)
1. Arkady attacking Krejjh because she thinks they’re an enemy, AND then McCabe pulling a gun on her to make sure she didn’t run away. Bro. Bro, that shit was a direct hit to the id. Do I even have words for how good that was
Knowing what was about to happen as soon as Arkady said “You” in that tone of voice, ugh
Krejjh saying Arkady instead of First Mate Patel in desperation, and then brushing it off with a :D after
But god, McCabe. They’ve been so compelling this season, and yeah, maybe they’re approaching everything like a nail with the hammer they’ve got that shoots bullets, but the point is, it fuckin works 
Arkady buys the threat (the promise of her crew’s safety?) more than she buys Krejjh’s reassurances 
(though reading the transcript, Krejjh specifically telling Arkady “Science Officer Liu will never forgive you”, not “forgive us”, is excellent too)
“the only authority figures yet to disappoint me” / “I’m not an authority figure” / “you don’t get to decide that” is just like. embedded in my mind. just McCabe going no, you don’t get to run verbally either.
Do you ever think about how Arkady and McCabe had like, different kinds of fucked up childhoods compared to the rest of the crew. Like obviously McCabe ending up an agent so young and the stuff about their family suggests a pretty secure background, but it feels like the IGR and Dwarnian war starting when they were 12 gives them a kind of cynicism that meshes well with Arkady’s, in a way that’s distinct from how Arkady and Violet’s morbidness mesh, or Arkady and Sana’s pragmatism
ok more character feels under the cut
don’t scandalize the grandparents
A married man! 
Impressed he made it through the season with no baddies wrecking his oxygen
Always ready to point out that Arkady is actually as much of a nerd as he is
AKA I didn’t realize it was a Mozart reference till he said so. Arkady defies the jock-nerd chart
okay who of Arkady or Krejjh is gonna tell him about MMA fight outside, or did they do a whole team debrief. For Arkady’s sake I’m hoping not the latter, though I guess everyone else would like an explanation for McCabe’s gun-pointing??
likes solving problems without guns, would prefer solving them by FLYING SPACESHIPS 
Krejjh watches McCabe’s gun strategy work on Arkady and goes “do you folks really live like this?? why???”
I do love that their first thought on what to do next is to run a bunch of supplies around, probably between human populations that are going to be a wary at seeing a dwarnian show up. (Eat it, Eejjhgreb)
Kinda wonder if their feelings about getting choked out by their buddy are in fact more complicated than “it’s chill dude, please don’t do something stupid”
The cutest vow
who needs to calm down your crewmates with annoying words when you can just point a gun at them
Seriously where is the human-dwarnian war AU where it lasts longer or happens later where McCabe is the baby sniper posted to Arkady’s unit and they squabble a bunch (and perhaps kiss? When I wrote my third ever ficlet for this fandom never did I anticipate actually being interested in that)
what % of their Mirzakhani choice was thinking “what if Arkady tries to run from the goat farm and no one’s around to point a gun at her” jk jk
Their exclusion of Park from authority figures that didn’t disappoint them is fascinating. Is it that he left hoping for Shelly when it probably wasn’t her, or that he isn’t an authority figure anymore, a combination there of?
Or worst of all, is it that when he didn’t kill Krejjh back in 1x10, that really was a disappointment, no matter how much it might’ve been mixed with relief, and you can’t undo that moment?
What if they and Park talked. But I don’t think Park is going to goat planet, so that seems unlikely.
Their apology to Sana for heightened Martineau security! And Sana reiterating the profound gratefulness bit, gah
mostly read other people’s words and yet sparked consideration of two different OT3s, her power.
you know what, everyone deciding Sana is the best person to read words makes complete sense
There was one specific moment this episode that sent my mind into a tizzy about V/A/S, and it was Arkady going FINE GO ASK THE CAPTAIN THEN at how firm Violet was that Tripathi would be the one driving her, not Arkady.
I need you to understand that my V/A/S OT3 opinions are such that my shipping feels were more set off by that than Sana and Violet telling Arkady they were proud of her for choosing goat planet or whatever, like I don’t even know what dynamic was so captured by that argument, rip at Arkady having to be systems apart from them again
Though ofc my heart was buoyed by Sana’s earnest “Kady, you do more than that”, I want these two to go do a job together again, I miss that
To shift gears, I cannot believe “Lenny” started out as Sana being absolutely furious at the people threatening her crew and has ended up a teasing in-joke between her and Park, my Sana/Park shipping feels were very content. (When does Sana learn that Park didn’t get to hear the long list of fake crimes the Rumor crew specifically confessed to Lenny? This must be fixed. Tell him about the diamonds!)
Campbell said “Park, let me show you where we’ve been sleeping.” and my brain went. Wait. This is actually a good OT3?? Park is already unnerved by Sana’s earnest captaining, he should get unnerved by Campbell’s default magnanimity, please consider this
this is also where I point out that all these major characters have very convenient names for indicating ships solely via letters. V/A! B/K! S/P/C! This may solve my ot3 tagging problem...
get off that cotton candy boat, vi
Haha I loved that line from Doc Robinson she’s so no-nonsense, love Violet agreeing to work with her
Doc also said menders and I thought about this post again and also the team split and ahhh
But no, I very much liked Violet gently crushing Arkady’s goat farm dreams, and the two of them awkwardly discussing the very awkward stage things are at while still getting a feel for how the other operates
These nerds are trying and I’m still fond of them
at some point I was gonna make fun of Vi for not being able to drive before realising 1. she probably didn’t want to deprive the others of a vehicle 2. that would be incredibly hypocritical of me
wait does the igr have excellent public transport when they aren’t bombing it i take back every bad thing i’ve said abou-
*ahem* same question about the MMA fight debrief I had for Brian, it would be so funny if the situation was so rushed that like, Arkady+McCabe explain to Brian on the farm and Krejjh has to tackle everyone else
tick, tock, walking bomb, when it stops, nobody knows
arkady is so whumpable, and this show knows it
Redundant, but love how terrified of herself she is after hurting Krejjh and how strangely reassured she is by McCabe’s gun antics. And how she doesn’t like thinking of herself as an authority figure on the ship even though she literally is as First Mate
is ready to monologue about all major life events and the crew frickin knows it
is trying to help herself and stuff, still grumbling about it. in worse shape this season than last - probably all the constant discussion of the inevitable war just kept building stuff up and she kept ignoring it because haha who wants to deal with this prickly mess of a person haha
did i mention she’s the best
hope she gets her full goat farm dream one day, even if it’s not on actual goat farm
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i-am-just-a-kiddo · 2 years
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First Line Tag Game
Rules: List the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20, just list them all!). See if there are any patterns. Choose your favourite opening line. Then tag 10 of your favourite authors!
thank you, @rose-nebulijia 💜 I will also bend the rules because I’ve done a similar thing half a year ago which you can find here. I will skip the works that I mentioned there and do the few that I posted since then and then add my WIPs/unpublished ones and ten of my favourite works in general.
Recently posted: 
Wen Ning had not expected to find foreign footsteps in the snow, leading into his yard. -  walk the horizon, leave the world behind (The Untamed, Wen Ning & Song Lan, Post Canon)
Wang Zhi had never minded being on his own.  - i cut my beak against the stone (The Sleuth of Ming Dynasty, Wang Zhi, Character Study)
More than three years had passed since their last meeting. - your eyes held a splinter of the moon (The Untamed, Wei Wuxian & Nie Huaisang, Post Canon)
WIPs/unplublished:
Sometimes he dreamt differently. - the blue hours that we dream (my original WIP, tiny character study of my character Vukan)
“You’re home!” - i was the smoke in your lungs (WIP, Original Sin, Lu Li/Chi Zhen, Case Fic and Post Canon)
That evening, Wen Kexing was almost sober, merely having shared a bottle of wine with Zhou Zishu. - catch me, crush my flight (Word of Honor, one snippet of my WIP Wen Kexing Character Study)
Sometimes Wen Kexing liked to think that she was born from water. - fox and tiger alike (Unpublished, Word of Honor, Wen Kexing & Gu Xiang, Pre-Canon)
I. His hand brushed past the letter, reaching for the next report waiting for him by the Lie Clan. II. Lan Sizhui’s smile was blinding. III. “I don’t know, Jingyi, it has been a long day -” - nightlight (Unpublished, The Untamed, three seperate snippets of Lan Jingyi and junior OT3 study)
10 favourite works:
“It happened again.” - blackened skies  (BTS, Taegi, Silla/Historical AU)
Nie Huaisang couldn’t sleep. -  ink stained nights, fingers, hearts (The Untamed, Nie Huaisang/Mo Xuanyu, set after NMJ’s death and before MXY’s sacrifice, Canon Compliant)
“Wei Wuxian!” Jiang Cheng’s voice was daggers in his chest, glass splinters under his skin. - skin smeared with blood (The Untamed, Wei Wuxian and Wangxian, Burial Mounds study, Canon Compliant)
The whips were almost welcome. - Cold Moon, Long Nights Moon (The Untamed, Lan Wangji &  Lan Xichen, Canon Compliant, 16 years of grief)
Lan Qiren died with the golden days of late summer. - lucid lovers me and you (The Untamed, Wei Wuxian/ Lan Wangji, Post Canon)
„See you tomorrow? “asked Taehyung. -  asomatoi (BTS, Taegi, Angel/Devil AU,loosely inspired by Good Omens)
The bread was sweet and soft between Yoongi’s lips. - i can’t rip you out (BTS, Taegijoon, Hanahaki Disease AU)
The realms of the sea weren’t entirely unknown to humans. -  just breathe through me  (BTS, Taegi, The Little Mermaid AU)
Sometimes Eva was overwhelmed by how beautiful boys were. - I’m the Child of Sun and the Stars I Love (SKAM, Eva Kviig Mohn Character Study and Eva/Vilde) 
July 1993 swept over the country with a warm summer-breeze, waking tender leaves and golden crops along its way.  - The Passing of Time and all of its Crimes (Harry Potter, Remus Lupin/Sirius Black, Canon Compliant)
Patterns: 
I seem to love making very short first lines? and they jump into the story right away most of the time. I don’t think about how I write first lines too much because it all kind of happens naturally. most of these listed here are kind of plain, so that is a pattern as well. 
Favourites: 
Sometimes he dreamt differently. 
I like this line because it was a huge step trying to write a character study for my original story? It was the first line I wrote in literal months of being on hiatus again. The sentence is very simple but since dreams play a big role in my story, it has a meaning that I love to explore. I only wrote 300 words but I hope I can expand on this soon. 
Thank you Vish for tagging me, this was lovely eventhough it makes me sad once again that I have nothing new going on in my writing. It makes me feel like an imposter. It was nice though to mention some old works of mine.
I’m tagging the usual suspects: @not-saying-revolution-but, @cortue, @intyalote, @the-cloud-whisperer! I’m curious to see your opening lines ❤
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pollyna · 1 year
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They are all frozen inside of a picture that has yellow corners but all his colours intact, like the day it was taken, because it's that kind of picture that you share and cherish like the most important of your treasures. It's the five of them: Carole sitting in the middle of Ron and Nick, the three of them showing off their rings, and Nick's arm around Tom's shoulder, who was giving no attention and was more interested in kissing Pete than looking at the camera.
"It's a good picture." Bradley finds himself speaking to an empty room.
"Yeah, it's a good picture." Ron, uncle Slider, Admiral Kerner, answer, strolling into the room like he owned it. "It would be even better if I wasn't the last of them." he says with a small, humourless smile. Empty as Bradley's house is and Mav's hangar always will be.
"We should talk." Bradley says, sitting down, he's not sure if his legs could still stand what's coming.
"Yeah." Ron says before looking at the photo between Bradley's hands. "Yeah, we should. It's time."
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pale-silver-comb · 4 years
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I think I’ve finally put my finger on why the proclamation of love in the old guard had me going rabid with joy. Aside from the everything obvious of course. I think the wording and the scene itself is something we would see on a fanfic. It is the kind of scene we’ve been writing/reading for years in the world of fanfic because the creators of the original content have always been cowards and not included that soul bearing love moment until now.
I just wrote a much longer reply to this on mobile and tumblr, naturally, decided to eat it *sigh*.
I think you’re completely right, nonnie!
If I remember, Greg Rucka, who wrote the comics, said it was important that Joe and Nicky’s relationship was a happy one and a natural part of the narrative. Which is exactly what fanfic provides. Fanfic isn’t written for “progressive points”. Fanfic - if about a couple/OT3 etc - is never going to boil down to the equivalent of “this scene is the only scene that confirms this character is queer/has a loving relationship with this person, and it can be cut if needs be”. You can relax with fanfic. You know what you’re getting. 
And that’s exactly what we are given with Joe and Nicky. Their scenes can’t be cut. Even if Joe’s speech to the guards in the van got cut, those words of love are weaved through so many other tender and loving moments in the narrative, often like it is in fanfic. Their love is also not the center of the film. And by that I mean I am very grateful for media that shines a light on how difficult it is to be queer/coming-out stories but too often these stories can be limited to only that struggle and it can be painful and intense for viewers who have already gone through it/are going through it.
Joe and Nicky get to exist comfortably within a bigger narrative in the way most straight couples get to exist in media. As in, we get small moments - plural - that are domestic and intimate. That are light-heated and raw. We get looks and casual flirting and snuggling. Each moment is a reflection of Joe’s words in the van. Even without Joe’s words, we understand what these men mean to each other with every scene they share. For once I wasn’t sitting with bated breath thinking “please let there be some type of confirmation this is real”. And I think that’s why Joe’s speech is a lot like fanfic because it’s not the typical surprise “confirmation” scene. I love that Joe’s words in that scene are a love letter to Nicky and don’t give the guards the satisfaction of seeing a hurtful taunt land. Joe’s response isn’t “I’m so fed up of these homophobic comments, aren’t you?” but instead “you couldn’t even begin to understand the love I feel, so shut up” and that’s so powerful. 
When I read fanfic, it’s often for the small moments. I don’t really care about big dramatic build-ups. I just like reading about characters I love holding hands or warm in bed drinking hot-chocolate and sharing jokes. Maybe one of them had a bad day and just wants their hair played with a bit. I like that because it’s real. And I like that’s what is given to us with Joe and Nicky. I am so thankful their relationship wasn’t ambiguous until the van speech or - spoiler - the moment  Nicky gets shot in the lab and you see Joe anxiously cradled over his body wondering if he’s going to wake up. I am glad it wasn’t a surprise. I’m glad it was embedded through the whole film. I’m so happy the conflict wasn’t their relationship. I’m so happy they got to exist and be soft. Honestly, it’s all I want these days. I’m tired of having to see characters - in particular marginalized characters - always struggle for love. Let the struggle be something else and let love be the thing that provides comfort. 
And that’s why I 1000% agree about the wording of Joe’s speech to the guards being like fanfic because the words are a soothing balm, not a reminder of hardship (something mainstream media usually prefers to talk about). They aren’t about what Joe and Nicky have struggled with and against to be together. They aren’t about what probably has been a hard journey. Those words are 100% this man is my safe place, my world, my everything, so please stop talking, you’re embarrassing yourself. 
And. I. Love. That. 
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herawell · 3 years
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fic writer tag game!
Tagged by @nocompromise-noregrets !
how many works do you have on AO3?
183.
what’s your total AO3 word count?
269935.
how many fandoms have you written for and what are they?
Tudors, Ramayana, Jodhaa Akbar, Mahabharata, Baahubali, ASOIAF/GOT, HP, Padmaavat, The Shadow of the Tower, Frozen, The Giver, Great Gatsby, Hunger Games, Black Panther, Kal Ho Naa Ho, Highwayman, Scarlet Letter, Moana, so 18 fandoms.
what are your top 5 fics by kudos?
Liminal (181)
Bansi (81)
Let Three Be Three (81)
Atmiyata (80)
If You Love This Coast (78)
do you respond to comments, why or why not?
Yes, because if a person has taken the time to leave a comment on my work, I want to acknowledge it, even if it's a simple "Thank you!"
what’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?
Castle Crumbling, and also the darkest fic I've ever written (heed the warnings)
do you write crossovers? if so what is the craziest one you’ve written?
I've only ever written two crossovers, both of which were HP and Hindu mythology (Battalion and Harini). Of these I'd say Harini is the more out-there one, since it involves a parallel that's not very obvious.
have you ever received hate on a fic?
One that was outright hate because I acknowledged there are Draupadi/Karna versions of the Mbh out there (not that I actually shipped it). Another person left a long comment on my fic telling me how my (admittedly uncharitable) interpretation of a protagonist was actually wrong, and there's a third person who left a comment on a poly slash fic saying "I'm religious so I don't like polyamory and slash, but your fic seems okay".
do you write smut? if so what kind?
I do, very rarely, but I've put out a few fics, and they started out vanilla, but they've gotten more sensual and more exploratory (although still not explicit yet).
have you ever had a fic stolen?
Not that I know of.
have you ever had a fic translated?
I think I had one of my Frozen fics translated into Korean, which was cool!
have you ever co-written a fic before?
I've written nearly 25K in @mihrsuri's OT3 verse but I've never cowritten a fic and probably never will because my fickle writing ethic is completely unsuited to any collaborative efforts.
what’s your all time favorite ship?
Anne Boleyn/Thomas Cromwell/Henry VIII, thanks to @mihrsuri.
what’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?
The kaivalya Ramayan AU verse where Ruma (Sugriva's wife) escapes with them from Kishkindha and Rama and Sugriva do not form an alliance. It really intrigues me, but I don't have the brains for a full-epic rewrite. (If anyone wants to write it for me... 👀)
what are your writing strengths?
Introspection, characterization, prose, description.
what are your writing weaknesses?
Dialogue, plot.
what are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?
I've never attempted this, other than sprinkling in Hindi/Sanskrit words in my Desi fics.
what was the first fandom you wrote for?
The first fandom I remember ever writing anything down for was Om Shanti Om, most likely in a diary like this (third grade my beloved). The first fandoms I published online were Percy Jackson and HP.
what’s your favorite fic you’ve written?
Liminal, because it's the longest work I've ever written and the second multichap fic I ever completed.
Tagging @avani008 @moonwaves-ao3 @empirics @partialdignity @beckyblueeyes @oldshrewsburyian @thisbluespirit @wendy-daahling @yass-rani .
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smallblueandloud · 3 years
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some leverage: redemption reactions
i finished leverage redemption today! and i don't have anyone to talk to about it so, here we have my reactions for all eight episodes, both positive and negative. please feel free to reblog/comment -- discussions are what i'm here for! (under a cut because spoilers and also this ended up being 2k. whoops!)
EPISODE 1: the too many rembrandts job
the "aww, this guy is trying to pull his first heist! how cute" job
what they chose to do with nate was... interesting. it might just be that i read too many of those cracky "here's how they should explain nate's absence" posts, but i was expecting something funny. the grief permeating this episode -- it makes SENSE, but it was still weird. leverage doesn't usually have sadness like this. pain, yes, rage, certainly, but sadness? not usually
the way sophie immediately spots the signs of a con and slips into a character? phenomenal. i'm here for EXPERTS BEING EXPERTS and this show does NOT disappoint
harry wilson is a really solid character! most impressively, he's not flynn, which is impressive enough that i'm making a whole bullet point about it. i was worried that noah wyle was kinda a one-trick pony, but it appears not! good for him tbh
i'm LIVING for the ot3 moments in this episode. "what happened?" "we happened" YESSSSS!!! i wish we'd had more domesticity, but i know they did what they could
"he gets it from his father" FUCK!!!!!
the discussion about redemption in this episode is FANTASTIC but personally i am still delirious with excitement about "my nana leads a multi-denominational household" so expect those thoughts in 3-5 business days
EPISODE 2: the panamanian monkey job
the "flash electropop concert" job
BREANNA INTRODUCTION! i love her so MUCH, y'all. we only got to see her dynamic with hardison in this one episode, but man, it manages to be one of her best dynamics anyway. i just! i love her! i love the way the team works with her!
"in our field, you're one of the best. but there, you're the only one." god we have ELIOT/HARDISON rights and i am NOT OKAY. just!! them!!!!!! being supportive!!!!!! they have learned how to be sweet with each other! they work together so much better (in part because we're seeing them from harry's outsider pov instead of nate's insider pov, but STILL)
midway through this episode, i thought "huh, leverage always focuses on specific people, when really the problem is systematic, and pretending it's anything different is just an excuse to not fight for change". and then at the end harry talks about how the system itself is broken! i love knowing that john rogers and i were reading the same tweets last summer. it's a good feeling to trust the people making a piece of media
who let noah wyle speak spanish. whoever it was, they need to rescind their permission
god, the parker/hardison in this episode. THE PARKER/HARDISON IN THIS EPISODE! they KILL me friends they KILL ME!
also just like, hardison in this episode in general. he made a star trek reference! he made a doctor who reference! he decides there are other people who need him more! the way they wrote around gina bellman's maternity leave in s2 was good but this was phenomenal.
also i'm here for ot3 crumbs so "is this like the time when eliot wanted us to say no" is going on my ot3-is-canon conspiracy board
this is a tiny detail but eliot taking out the drone with a goddamn ORANGE was so good. he's so good at his job!! they're all so good at their jobs!! i know i literally just talked about this but AAA
EPISODE 3: the rollin' on the river job
the "sometimes you just want to rob a vault wearing a floofy dress, and that's valid" job
i did... not. like. how the villain in this one was an immigrant whose exploitable weakness was a "desperation" to be included in the upper crust. and the fact that they beat him with a literal southern belle who explicitly beats him BECAUSE her family has been in the area for "hundreds of years"? it just feels Iffy.
also iffy about this episode was breanna's characterization. it felt inconsistent. she feels inconsistent across the whole season, but this episode in particular... she tells harry she's only with the team because she's desperate, that she doesn't believe in hope, and then at the end of the episode she tells parker she wants to be there to change the world. and like, even in the first place, she's not here out of desperation! SHE asked to join the team! like, i can see how it all kinda fits together, but it just feels... inconsistent. idk. i think these scripts all could've benefited from an extra round or two of editing.
anyway! i loved the way they tied hardison into these episodes, even though aldis hodge couldn't be there. he has binders! breanna doesn't want to read them! parker did! he put in big letters, "when in doubt, trust the person in the van". i'm just so !!! about how much i love him and how much he loves his team and how much his team loves him. FOUND FAMILY, BABY!
all inconsistencies in breanna's characterization aside, i really liked her speech at the end. i know how she feels! it's really nice to have someone on the team who's from -- not my world, really, but a lot closer than any of the others. it's a nice feeling! i love her a lot. i hope her writing gets more consistent
lol, parker ate eliot's carrot cake. i love the parker/eliot rights we get in this show, they're so domestic and it's wonderful.
EPISODE 4: the tower job
the "hardison made his partners learn klingon" job
watching this episode was what made me go "they're not going to make us sit through a harry/sophie romance... right? right?"
i'm still not sure they're gonna let us avoid it but it COULD work so... i've decided to just not worry about it for now
i liked the number of ways the con goes wrong! it was fun to watch them work on the fly like that. i think them not having a dedicated Mastermind(tm) is a good watsonian explanation for their plans being pretty haphazard in general, but it's good, they think well on their feet
nate was a chessmaster. he had the whole situation in his mind from the beginning, accounting for every possible outcome. parker and sophie are much more adaptive, and it's cool to see. they can rely on their respective skillsets a lot more than nate could
a really solid episode! probably one of the strongest ones in the season. i liked it a lot.
(ALSO as mentioned above the klingon lines were fantastic and not just because they were a star trek reference -- every time eliot and parker both mentioned hardison, together, it added a year to my lifespan)
EPISODE 5: the paranormal hacktivity job
the "sophie was worryingly prepared to fake her death" job
i know why they characterized the client as a skeptic, i really do, and i loved the format of this episode, but also. But Also. she should've been a love interest for breanna and I'm Right.
having a girl's episode was the CORRECT choice. they do crimes in their free time! they fleece newbie, cruel criminals! it's so good!
it would've been cool to have eliot around for the assassin guy, but it was also cool to see the others take him out without having eliot to rely on. it's like getting to see how they'd take out eliot, if they were ever on opposing sides.
PARKER CANONICALLY USES SCRIPTS IT'S THE BEST THING EVER
breanna bristling about letting the criminal into the theater's electric system was so good god i love her so much. she knows hardware! i bet she likes to work with her hands. i bet she stims. i bet she has adhd
actually, sidenote, but i LOVE these headquarters. they look so nice! the stage is so nice! i loved having an episode set in and around it, it was such a good choice.
EPISODE 6: the card game job
the "FINALLY AN EXPLICITLY QUEER LEVERAGE CHARACTER" job
QUEER BREANNA QUEER BREANNA QUEER BREANNA QUEER BR
UNFOLLOW ME NOW THIS IS GONNA BE THE ONLY THING I POST ABOUT FOR THE REST OF TIME
GOD, what a good way to reveal it. it's fully about her! i love queer romances, of course i do, but i don't think i've ever seen a character come out without a romance being their reason for doing so (however indirectly). i still think she should've gotten a date with the client from 1x05, but i really liked this too.
this episode just felt like a love letter to fandom, and i love that. i love how much it shone through. i'm used to writers specifically going out of their way to make fun of fans and laugh at them, so it was just. really nice to have someone stand up and go, no, this is important for a reason! people love this for a reason! it MEANS something!
very fun to watch eliot swordfight. very fun to watch sophie recite a sonnet in her classic fashion. very fun to watch parker work at being a good mentor. breanna was so excited about the card game! they're all so good!
oh, and i guess harry's here too.
EPISODE 7: the double-edged sword job
the "harry is addicted to mobile games, which is a mood" job
hot take alert! i think this is the weakest episode of the season by a LOT. it needed so much more editing. it felt so disjointed, so all over the place. the plot was haphazard but in a muffled way, where you had no idea why they were doing what they were doing. the climax was sudden and didn't make any sense. it was just weird.
i'm not the person to comment on this but it feels kind of lazy to cast an east asian guy to play a socially-awkward tech genius. just a thought.
oh, of course jonathan frakes directed this episode. sometimes his stuff is really good but other times (ahem, ds9 3x02) it's disjointed and all over the place. i'm not even surprised it was him.
idk if i have anything else to say about this. oh! some of the team moments were great -- mostly involving eliot. i loved the moment of him recognizing the headshot, i LOVED the ten seconds of everyone teasing him. he and parker talked about the wellbeing of their friend, the woman whose ex tracked her down!
separate bulletpoint to say how much i LOVED his conversation with breanna outside the house. he's so good at reassuring! he could go deeper there, talking about being better than your worst day, but he knew when not to push! it was so good.
"first off, this guy can't TOUCH hardison" deserves its own bulletpoint because like. y'all. Y'ALL.
EPISODE 8: the mastermind job
the "eliot is more than just a pretty face" job
oh man this post is so much longer than i thought it would be. okay just one more episode and then i'm done.
the callbacks to original leverage were SO well done and made me feel emotions without feeling overbearing.
i didn't like the central premise -- that nate would share so many details with a random insurance agent -- in the first place, but i did like how it allowed them to bring back nate without actually hiring timerty mcasshole.
i liked eliot's insistence that he's more than just the muscle! he is, and it's really good to know, textually, that the writers do too!
me, watching the resolution of the episode: ah, yeah, insurance fraud. a classic!
harry bonding with his guard had "they don't even have dental!" energy and i am SUCH a fan. i know it was all for the con but also give me harry, unable to stop advising people, even when they're actively holding him hostage
parker! on the phone with hardison!!!! ADORABLE
is it just me or was someone else expecting the accountant's name to be something significant? with the way they led up to it, i was waiting for a "sterling" or something else. my sensors were pinging for another tara reveal. i'm still convinced we're gonna get this guy dramatically revealed in the season finale.
a really nice episode! i had a lot of fun with it. and now i want to rewatch the rashamon job, but tbh i ALWAYS want to rewatch the rashamon job.
and that's a wrap! overall, a fun season, i enjoyed it a lot. not as solid as original leverage, but it's the very beginning, and it was put together during a global pandemic, so i'm cutting them some slack. also levar burton is gonna show up at some point. that's a big reason of why i'm cutting them so much slack.
my personal ranking of the episodes is 1x04, 1x06, 1x08, 1x01, 1x02, 1x03, and finally last (and least), 1x07.
what did you guys think of the new season? what was your favorite episode? do you agree with any of my opinions? disagree with any? let me know, please, i'd love to discuss!
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hello lovely person, i come to your inbox seeking solace and the permission to rant about the eternally frustrating mess that is bana twitter. i'm so infuriated by delulu ot5 stans spamming a3 asking for reunion pics w j and b and demanding that they include those 2 in the official anniversary celebrations bc j&b ""deserve" it like??? where do they get their sense of entitlement from lmao i don't get it. and really, why should a3 bear the onus of asking them to join the celebrations when the other 2 have given no indication that they wish to do so in the first place like they literally left the group and no longer associate themselves with it (and no ig bios don't count people) what's not clicking?
it honestly makes me more pissed at the 2 who left (jy in particular) bc they refuse to make a clean break. wm also had a part to play in it ofc bc they didn't release an unequivocal statement about their departure from the group (altho they did say b1a4 will only be promoting as 3 going forward so idk how anyone misinterpret it) but what irks me is that jy never really acknowledged the fact that he left (at least baro wrote a nice letter thanking bana and a3). he keeps stringing his fans along by making empty promises about future reunions and!!!i hate that he won't change his ig bio or twitter header and whatever else it is that convinces people that "his heart lies w b1a4". i hate that he does all this but a3 still have to bear the brunt of the criticism from their fandom even tho they've been working their asses off to give us quality music (jinthoven who, producer cnu owns my heart now) and wholesome content (how precious was b1a4 arcade) to make up for their perceived sins against bana.
sorry this spiralled out of control, haven't used my tumblr in ages but i feel like migrating back bc bana twt is bad for my blood pressure. hope you have a nice day!
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Two things real quick:
1. You always have permission to rant here to please do so whenever you feel like it~!! 😁 2. PLEASE COME BACK TO TUMBLR WE NEED YOU BACK IT’S SO MUCH NICER AS A BANA PLEASE 🙏
Ok now that that’s out of the way lol, wow 10/10, 💯, like god I really have nothing else to even add? Perfect rant, perfect points, all completely 100% factual points, that some people just don’t seem to like to address or acknowledge in their ‘OT5′ comments. But the thing is, all of this is true!!
What bothers me the most about the whole OT3/OT5 argument basically comes down to two points:
1. Those spewing OT5 Forever on their personal accounts is one thing. I’ve always said everyone is entitled to their own feelings about this, and I can respect we have our differences. However, going to A3′s accounts, to their VLive, and commenting and spamming posts about Baro and Jinyoung and ‘Oh, What does THIS MEAN that Jinyoung posted to the B1A4 VLIVE?? What DOES IT MEAN that Baro posted a pic holding a BANA CUP?!!? I MISS B1A4 AS FIVE’ and it’s like... let’s actually take a breath. Jinyoung��s incident was obviously a mistake, one that he hasn’t even addressed. Baro admittedly has liked a few B1A4 posts here and there, with this most recent insta upload the most ‘vocal’ he’s been regarding B1A4. But does it mean they are going to magically appear for the 10th anniversary? Not at all. There is absolutely no connection between these events. And to try and make such a connection is clearly going out of your way to try and create something that isn’t there because you want it to happen. Not because you are looking at the facts and the comments that the members who are actually, actively in B1A4 have made, but because you are overlooking what they have said, and what WM Ent has said, to fit your agenda. And to go and post these wishes and hopes on their official accounts, or even worse, Shindeulchan’s personal social media accounts, especially given how THEY expressed how they felt about the split, well damn. I think that’s cruel tbh. But yet we’re the nasty ones for not acknowledging bayoung...
2. ... which brings me to the other main point that irks me. Just because I am not currently an ‘OT5′ fanatic, again, given what we KNOW TO BE TRUE!!! (Basically most of which you’ve already listed-- WM’s statement of B1A4 continuing AS THREE, Sandeul and CNU’s comments and feelings they have made on guest show appearances, their fanmeet, the B1A4 Documentary+, etc., not to mention Baro’s statement, and even Jinyoung’s, which mentions about looking forward into the future if they should all come back again, in addition to the dead silence Jinyoung has been about bipo since then) but just because some of us aren’t ‘OT5′ given all that, DOESN’T MEAN WE’RE AGAINST BARO OR JINYOUNG!! like that pisses me off so much, this ‘divide’ that is being made... It’s like no, I just respect the feelings of the members who are actually here more so than wishing for something to happen that isn’t going to any time soon, like sorry that upsets you. And guess what, I still will always adore Baro and Jinyoung. I still wish the best for them. And if/when the time comes that they want to come back, and A3 accepts them back (because again, it’s up to THEM, not the ‘OT5′ fans!!) I will 100% be happy and grateful to see B1A4 as five. But until then, I will support Baro and Jinyoung in their solo efforts, and B1A4 as three, for all that they do and have done to make the transition from 5 to 3 easier for us.
lmao I love how I’m like ‘oh your ask was great I have nothing to say’ then go and write an essay. Well, I am nothing if not on brand with my word vomit.
Thanks for this anon, as you can tell it lit a fire under my ass lol. I don’t think I’ve been this vocal about it all in a while~
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