#jem shut up challenge

[sweetestberryofthebunch]

'Eat it up. You’re all fuckin welcome <3' 💀

VANESSA WILLIAMS IN DRAG YES

'Okay Detox with the feathers' AGJHJFJDJD

Honey Mahogany's energy!!

Game On Bitch: The Sequel

RuPaul's suit and shoes!!

Giving out better prizes than Food Network—

'I can see your SEAFOOD PLATTER' HELP

LEAVE THE UNTUCKED GIRLIES ALONE

RuPaul: You look like Calimari when you do that!

Alyssa: https://youtube.com/shorts/A0y8Nve-SyU?si=wsgaOZdWC_4_3aqM

'I don't know how to swim' same.

To be fair this would be quite a challenge for anybody 💀

'There’s got to be a morning after' Thank God for Homosexuals. Their taste is fuckin elite

VIV!

Alaska, I— same

HELPPPP

LYNESHA!!

TUNA TURNER SGSHKTHDM

Ppl who wear cheetah print are automatically cool as fuck.

Premiere Jewish Narcoleptic Drag Queen Jinx—we love you

I would love to be one of those dudes doing random shit for the queens, what a fun job

I really thought it was Lynesha!! But Detox's entire outfit and face and vibe is just amazing

Chaz!!

BARBIE??

RUPAULS GLASSES

I'm making the same face as them 💀

Jinx <3

ALASKA AVSVNGGSHDNAFN

'What are they talkin bout over there. . .' AFSHKDJFJ

'I just wanna keep it kind of classy'— 'yeah. . .' SHSHKJRHSHLRJ

'Okay' 👁👄👁

RuPaul's suit—even his voice and energy! Very Willy Wonka

Roxxxy is so amazing.

PENNYS OUTFIT

I feel like Alaska is going home. . .

Alyssa is trying it—

ALYSSA SHUT UP

Alaska + Sharon's relationship <3

ALYSSA SHUT UP

SERENA—tbh I understand why she's being obnoxious, she's probably very nervous. You can see it her eyes. But the ageism is not it

RUPAULS LOOK

Gosh, this is so cute <3

Roxxxy look is the 2009–est I've ever seen. Good for her.

JINX

'Loofa my ass' AHAJOWHSKDJKEHD

JEM AND THE HOLOGRAMS

HONEY!!!

'Hehehehe yes please' AGDNKDHSH

PENNY

COCO!

VIV IS GIVING BEYONCE

Alaska's hair!!

LYNESHAS FACE

MONICA I LOVE YOU

Viv is so !!!

RuPaul is so frickin ominous.

If Lynesha gets sent home I'm gonna yeet my computer.

Ivy's was beautiful but it wasn't like. SERVING serving

WHAT WAS THAT AGGRESSIVE BITE

Camille's dress so is lovely!!

Lynsha is my wife.

Jade's look was chaotic. I agree w what's his face. The idea was there, but I feel like her look could have been better put together

MAE WEST YEAH

'TILTED PELVIS' AND RUPAUL'S CACKLING AFTERHSHGKFJH

RuPaul is chaotic neutral as hell.

Michelle <3

Lynesha 😍

Roxxxy!!! YES

YES LYNESHA IS SAFE

'Coutorture' 💀

I think Penny is safe. SHE BETTER BE

'Edit' — definitely!

DO NOT SEND PENNY HOME

NOT PARTY IN THE USA

I feel like Serena is staying. She seems like she’s gonna learn her lesson about learning from others

Penny writing 'you are all stars' is genuinely making me cry

im really sorry straight ppl don't have this.

What a RIDEEEEEE omg!! I’m so happy that you enjoyed it its such a good season to start!!!! Who are you rooting for? Who do you think is gonna win as of right now?

Omg i remember watching with my friend and she was LOVING Penny Tration and i sat next to her like 😬 oh no

Also imma have to dm you about Sh*ron i forgot they mention her every fucking episode 😭😭

#omg this is FUN #being obnoxious and blue 💙💙 #BLUEY WATCHES DRAGRACE

[khaleesiofalicante]

Not exactly a quote but I think you would love it anyway: "A writer is just someone who forces what's living in their head to pay rent"

Do you think its ok to make me cry at 2 a.m with this??? 😭😭I told my family I had a headache and I wanted to go to sleep earlier, then I started reading this chapter and I didnt even think I would finish it bc I was actually sleepy...

And the last thing I knew was me crying at the end of this jdhdjdjdks

Dont worry, I didnt have classes today!! Yey!!

I kneel before one godness and that is Jia Penhallow 😌

"I’m here for you, Alec. Maybe not in all the ways you expect me. But I’m still here.” I mean it does feels great seeing him try..

And Alec is a fixer. He just needs to know what’s wrong so he can fix it. The parallel to this and Magnus saying he would hate if Alec thinks he needs to fix him... SCREAMING

The effortless love between them.💙💙💙

“Are you sure?” Magnus asks. “It worked on the senator’s son.” I mean... He is not wrong...

Jace is so in love kdhdkdjdodk

The florist be like: Something lgbt just happened to me...

I'm love my two in love dumbasses but the 'I’ll make it worth it. I promise' is just🥺🥺🥺

Because apparently, you can't just draw shapes and shit on their little faces. They want specific shit.  No shit Sherlock!!!

“You look like a butterfly.” She gasps at that. “Really?” “Really,” Alec grins. “You wanna fly?” NOT ME CRYING OVER THIS 😭😭 ITS SO ADORABLE BUT I ALSO FEEL SAD JDJDKDJK

“You are the opposite of manageable,” Shut up Alec, you love her!!!

Luca is so wise ngl. Also I love how, even tho it was really hard, Magnus did put his health first and knew that he wasn’t in the right headspace to get a baby. I will protect this man ok?!?

"The issue is not knowing where to draw the line. The issue is not understanding where they stop and where you begin.” THIS>>>

The reason of him wearing glasses😭😭

Clary 🤝 me.

Our love for wine :)

"We need to find a short lady! Like Aunt Clary." poor Clary putting up with all of their jokes jdhsjsj

“I like the name Brooke,” David smiles and then gasps dramatically. “What if she can’t pronounce the letter R and calls herself Book? We have a baby called Book!”

Max giggles at that. “You’re cute.”

David bops his nose. “You’re cuter.”

“You know,” Clary says. “If those two don’t get together when they are older, Jace might throw a fit.”

MY HEART CANT HANDLE THIS OK??? SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP😭

Clace rights only😎

I thought this was like when they were still kids but then the trip to South Africa was mentioned and I realized the were older and that the divorce is not so far away and I wanted to scream and-

"Do none of you know how genetics and reproduction work?” soryy Rafe, I skipped those classes... it wasn’t my fault!! they were boring!!

Mavid>>>>

“We tell them the truth,” Magnus replies. “And hope they understand. Otherwise, we have failed as parents.” EXACTLY THIS

I hate the damage control the have to do😭

They are not punishing them. They are mourning. Mourning someone who doesn’t exist. Mourning someone they never met. Am I crying? Yes. But I think we all did..

“Bapak is sorry." Holy shit this line was the one that hurted the most😭😭😭

All the videos he is watching are making me emo🥺🥺 the one with the water fight, THE ONE WITH MAX AND DAVID, THE TIKTOK CHALLENGE HOLY SHIT💙💙💙

We stan Elyaas. Just a friendly reminder

“Great,” Alec grins. “So, I thought I’d share some things with you that I find very sexy.”

“Magnus Bane!” someone yells.

“Magnus Lightwood-Bane,” Alec corrects with a wink. “And yes, my husband will always be on top of that list. But let’s talk about some other stuff.”

THIS MAN ISTG-

YES. WE NEED TO GIVE A FUCK!!!

Not him rewinding the video to Magnus Lightwood-Bane🥺🥺

Peter and Asmodeus are both pieces of shit!!!

It’s easier for him to love himself when he knows someone else is doing it too. I relate a little to much to this quote...

“Someone once told me the right man won’t care,” JEM AND TESSA, JEM AND TESSA, JEM-

The endless love they find within each other to give to their children. Why does this Timeline feels so nostalgic?? 🥺🥺

“There are parents who try to do better and there are parents who don’t. That’s it." Louder for everyone to hear!!!!

“Edom is my Alexander.” You really cant love more than this, huh??

“It wasn’t that bad,” she smiles. “I had a friend who came with me for moral support.”

“Ah,” Magnus says. “I hear he is dashing.”

“More like deranged,” she corrects.

Dont @ me but I love their dynamic ok?!?! Their friendship is kinda unique but it really is beautiful💙

Song rec: In The Stars by Benson Boone. Kinda tlnd Malec vibes but also lbaf malec vibes when Alec dies

Ilyy. Byeee💚

Lmao the song rec 😂😂😭😭😭😭😭 (literally)

Here is a tiktok for you. When Rafe finds out about mavid 🤭

#tlnd #I loved the quote it made me very 😎😎😎

[mystreraes]

tlou nat & elise - @jem-writes

her eyes always darkened from her usual bright piercing baby blue's to a deep, stormy grey when she had her bow in her fingers. hunting... not just for food but for them. the runners and clickers and the odd stalker if she was lucky. when she saw stalkers, those were a real challenge at least. but for now there was a mindless clicker she'd been tracking some way through the cold, thick snow that lay several inches thick over the ground. sometimes it was easier to hunt this way. clickers could hear so much more then nat could even see with her own eyes. so long as she kept off it's radar, stayed silent and light on her feet the thing would either take her to others like it or food. either way she'd get to kill something, and more of these fucking things would be dead because of it.

she followed the thing for a while, keeping close to the trees meant she could at least put something in between herself and the clicker if it happened to hear her. one wrong step and she'd hear their awful high pitched fucking screeches ring out in her ears. no fucking thank you. passing by a few more trees, the path they seemed to be on led to a small cabin in a clearing. there hadn't been anything like this for a few miles at least, it sounded empty enough to natalie. but obviously she was wrong. the clicker hears something and that godawful sound violated her ears before it took off, clambering to get into the cabin.

holding back, setting her bow and arrow back in her pack on her shoulder, nat started to climb the tree closest to her. not wanting to be seen by anyone who might potentially come running in the wake of the clicker discovering them. small grunts came from her lips as she pushed up higher and higher in the tree. once she found a decent spot, hidden enough from below, nat perched and pulled out her weapon again, watching the ground below. that was when she heard it, a scream from down below and movement from the cabin. someone running, the figure struggling not only to move in the snow but because... because she looked pregnant? fuck-- nat thought to herself immediately. that scream wasn't good, not if there were more of these fuckers out here, and of course there was. because why wouldn't there be? there was distant pained, tortured screams and shouts that called out in the distance. there was seconds before more showed up and the first clicker she'd been following all along was already just about ready to rip out that poor woman's throat.

"hey!" natalie yelled from the trees, already drawing back on her bow as she hoped distracting the clicker could bring it in closer. "OVER HERE YOU FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT." at the very least, it would give the woman enough of a chance to run from the others. "THAT'S RIGHT OVER HERE," she called out again before whistling through her teeth. it finally brought the clicker bolting in her direction now, nat followed the thing with the tip of her arrow. one eye squeezed shut so she could focus her vision right on the target before she let the arrow fly. a small whistle rang out in the air right before it was embedded in the fungal mess of its head. "RUN!" she called out, this time to the other girl as she lifted her nose from her bow. more were in tow, nat was searching her pack for one of her bombs, something she could use to throw down there once enough were drawn together and it was clear.

#( & interactions: nat & elise )

[jefferoni-quotes]

Me patiently waiting for that one person who always leaves a long comment on my fics: 👁👅👁

#jem shut up challenge #jem.txt

[lushed]

holmes/watson truthers the ship name "hotson" is right there why are we not using it

#i mean for victorian johnlock specifically #bc when people say johnlock it's usually b/bc #and holmes/watson is a mouthful #so like #sherlock holmes #jem shut the fuck up challenge

[musicanddanse]

Shut Up And Danse: The Dancefloor Kiss

Original story by me.  Scene choice, new designs and art by sunnyday

This was a mystery challenge commission.  Where I asked sunnyday to pick her favourite scene from either of my fanfics Shut Up And Danse or Don’t Think Twice.  The rules were: I wasn’t allowed to know which scene it was or see any updates until it was done.

This is the pivotal flashback scene in Shut Up And Danse, where Giselle’s idea of dancing together to Enigma’s Sadeness, in order for Jem to destress from the final breakup with Rio, leads to the two friends sort of zoning out and following their instincts a little too closely...

To find out what happened when the music stopped and the spell was broken, read Shut Up And Danse at: https://archiveofourown.org/works/32261266

#jem and the holograms #jem #danse #fanfiction #fanart

[thechangeling]

Say my name or I won't survive

This is an extension of my headcannon for non binary Kit. He uses he/they pronouns. Kit comes out to Jessa as nonbinary.

Tw: mentions of transphobia/enbyphobia

A lot had happened since that conversation with Magnus. Kit usually didn't like to make a habit out of breaking down in people's arms. But it had become clear in that moment that they needed to talk to someone. That they needed to face the things they had been pushing down, trying to avoid.

Kit was currently standing in front of the mirror in his bedroom. Magnus had let them take some clothes that had been magically altered to fit Kit. Just so he could experiment with wearing them.

So far he hadn't made it out of his room wearing a dress or a skirt, but Kit was trying to take baby steps. Well mostly they were just scared. Scared of what Jem and Tessa would say.

Scared of what everyone would say. Like what if he was just making everything up? Or maybe he was just confused? Shadowhunters were big on tradition. Asking people to use different pronouns for Kit and stop using his full name might be a challenge for some people.

Like Jace, their brain supplied.

Kit stared at their reflection on the mirror. Magnus had started teaching them how to apply makeup and experiment with it. Kit confessed that when they were younger they used to steal eyeliner and lipstick from drug stores and put it on when Johnny was otherwise occupied. Kit was still no where near Magnus's level of talent but they were pretty good.

Kit had done simple makeup today, not looking for anything too crazy, just a little mascara to make his eyes pop and concealer to cover his light bruising from training. He hadn't wanted to look too girly during this conversation, he figured it was better to ease Tessa and Jem into this whole thing.

Also Kit didn't always feel like looking too girly, even though as Magnus constantly reminded them, clothes and makeup didnt have a gender. They liked playing around with different concepts, different styles. The societal ideas of femininity and masculinity were just that, ideas. There were no real rules, not when Kit stopped playing the game.

They stared at themself in the vanity mirror, trying to think of exactly what Kit was going to say to Jem and Tessa. Just saying the words, "I'm nonbinary" didn't seem good enough. They felt like they needed to give a proper explanation of their feelings and experiences or else they would be accused of faking it.

The urge to prove ones validly, the need to make sure people knew he was real and he wasnt crazy, it was more importent then anything. It was infuriating. Knowing that his experiences could be so easily dismissed as delusional feelings.

Not trans enough. Not cis enough. Not gay enough. Not straight enough. Kit's mere existence was a controversy on it's own. It was exhausting enough to make Kit want to abandon the whole idea of coming out again all together. Maybe it was easier just to smile and nod everytime someone misgendered them. Ignore the clenching of their stomach and the punch to the chest that came with it.

Smile and nod and be the man he was meant to be. But he had been doing that for 18 years and he couldn't survive it much longer. Kit needed to come out. People needed to acknowledge his reality and use the proper pronouns for him.

Or else Kit was going to wither away, shrivel up into something unrecognizable. A shell of their former self. They were going to die if they had to hear "Christopher" one more time.

The only time it was tolerable was when Ty said it. Kit could almost pretend that he could be the person Ty thought he was, if it would make Ty happy. He used to think that he could let himself wither away and die as long as Ty was ok. As long as Ty was safe and happy.

But that wasnt ok. That wasnt fair. Kit deserved to be safe and happy as well. One of the things they had learned with Jem and Tessa was that Kit deserved to put themself first sometimes. Kit deserved good things despite what Johnny Rook had made them believe. Kit wanted Ty to be ok. They wanted Ty in general.

But Kit needed this.

He took a deep breath and exited his room, heading downstairs to the kitchen where Jem was cooking breakfast and Tessa was trying to get Mina to settle down. Everyone looked up as soon as Kit entered the room.

"Kitty!!!" Mina screamed excitedly, waving her arms around. Tessa shushed her fondly, scolding her for yelling.

"Good morning Christopher," Jem said with kind a smile. "How did you sleep?"

Kit tried to ignore the way their stomach clenched at the sound of their birth name. Dead name, their brain supplied. They needed to tell Tessa and Jem. Kit slid into a nearby chair with a heavy sigh.

"I need to talk to you guys about something," he muttered, trying not to sound too nervous or dejected. Tessa and Jem shared a worried glance.

"Is everything alright Kit?" Tessa asked sparing Mina a glance, probably wondering if she should be removing her from this conversation. Kit shut his eyes briefly and took a breath.

"Yeah I hope so. I just need to tell you something," Kit ran their fingers through their curls. Jem and Tessa watched them, waiting patiently. Kit tried to ignore the shakiness of their breath and the way their palms.

"Here's the thing," Kit began. "You might not get it but I need to ask you to respect it ok?

He didn't wait for their responses. "I'm nonbinary. Which basically means that I'm neither male nor female. I'm something else, something seperate. I don't know I guess I just think of myself as a person who doesn't really have much of a gender," he was staring at the tabletop refusing to make eye contact. "It's just sort of like, if you think of the colour spectrum as gender, I would be a blurry watercolour. A mixture if all kinds of different things and sometimes some colours are more vibrant then others. And then sometimes it's just gray."

Kit wasnt sure if any of this was really making any sense but they knew they had to try. Jem and Tessa were both still silent. Mina was happily chomping down on her breakfast and ignoring all of them. Kit took this as a sign to continue.

"I don't exactly know why I'm like this or how I know. But maybe there are some things that you just can't explain. You just know. Like I know that the sun will set and then rise again tommorow and I know that I love you guys," Kit voice faltered at the last part. He looked up at Tessa and Jem, panicked over seeing their reactions.

But they were both just staring at Kit with huge, loving smiles on their faces. Kit's breathing slowly began to return to normal but their hands were still shaking. Tessa csne towards them slowly, grasping Kit's hand in hers.

"Baby it's ok," she cooed. "You have nothing to be ashamed of. It's just like we told you when you first came out as bisexual, we will always love you no matter what." Jem nodded.

"I have admit this whole thing is rather fascinating," Jem chimed in with a smile. "I've never heard the term before." Kit fought the urge to remind him that two weeks ago he had never heard of playstation, but decided against it.

Mina was paying attention to them now and she was smiling at Kit. "No bany!" She cried excitedly. Kit couldn't help it, he through his head back and laughed. Mina scowled at him slightly. "Not quite Min-Min," Kit told her playfully.

"Do you have different pronouns that you would like us to use?" Tessa asked. Kit's heart fluttered at the question. They didn't actually think either Tessa or Jem would think to ask.

Kit cleared their throat. "Yeah do you think you guys could use alternating he/they pronouns for me? Like use he in one sentence and then use they?" Kit instantly felt kind of guilty for complicating things further. "I'm sorry I know that's kind of confusing."

Jem shook his head, "no it's fine! We just want you to feel comfortable." Tessa nodded in agreement. "Is there anything else?" Kit pulled Mina's hands off of their shirt. She had begun to tug and pull out of boredom.

Kit nodded. "Yeah do you think you could stop calling me Christopher please?" He hoped he didn't sound to harsh. There was something so guilt inducing about having to ask for these things. It felt like Kit was making unneccessary demands. But he wasn't. He had every right to.

Jem instantly looked sheepish. "I'm so sorry Kit," he said softly. Tessa looked guilty too. Kit shook their head.

"Its ok. You didn't know. Just don't do it anymore ok?" Kit felt significantly lighter, like a giant weight had been lifted off of their shoulders. They slid out of their stool to walk around to the other side of the kitchen island and hug both Jem and Tessa.

Kit knew it wouldn't always be this easy. He knew that this life would be complicated and difficult, but it would also be full of exploration and freedom.

Kit would always have a place he belonged.

"I am also a we."

- Sense 8

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#tsc #tda #the dark artifices #kit herondale #twp #the wicked powers #tw slight discussion of transphobia #tw internalized enbyphobia

[bytheangell]

If you are still taking prompts, what would you think about writing something(s) based off of this, either/both, the Professor/TA, or the Writer/Editor?

Dedication (modern AU, Herongraystairs, check the link in the ask for full writer/editor prompt, a wonderful plot idea by @high-warlock-of-brooklyn!) (Read on AO3)

This is the first book Will and Tessa are collaborating on. They’ve written plenty of books individually and Jem’s worked with each of them in turn. But this is the first time they’ve co-authored, an experience that’s proving unique and challenging for all of them.

Being with Will and Tessa while they work on a new project is always a blessing and a curse. They’re two of the best writers of their generation and when they work on their own they’re brilliant, but when they work together - well, they’re also brilliant, but that brilliance is coupled with the occasional near-catastrophic clash of opinions and emotions.

Which is where Jem comes in.

Where Will and Tessa are so driven by passion and feelings, Jem finds it much easier to distance himself from their project (and from the writers themselves) enough to see the bigger picture and find solutions before the issues build up. Like many things about the three of them, it’s a perfect balance - they just work, better than anyone (including Will, Tessa, and Jem) ever imagined possible when they first got together.

It’d been a messy start, with Will and Jem already together but both developing serious feelings for Tessa after they met during a book event. The three of them quickly became very close. There were whispers of which of them would end up leaving, then confusion when the answer was none: instead of two of them growing closer and shutting the third out, they all seemed to adjust and adapt naturally around the three of them coexisting. They aren’t perfect, but they are perfect for each other, at least as far as Jem’s concerned.

Jem knows that what they have is special, which he reminds himself of over and over as Will and Tessa sit on opposite sides of the sofa, voices quickly elevating to nearly shouting over an issue with one of the characters Will is in charge of writing: one he’s chosen to give a pretty damning curse from a trickster faerie in this land of magic their current collaboration is set in.

“Tell him he needs to make the changes, Jem,” Tessa insists, the third time she’s repeated the demand now.

“Tell her that this plot adds depth, and without it, he’s boring,” Will counters. “Sometimes people - characters - need to be brutally honest about their own faults and issues. Sometimes people are disappointing.”

That’s how Jem can tell things are spiraling: when Will and Tessa - who have effectively communicated and collaborated on half a dozen bestsellers and who love each other more than Jem’s ever seen two people experience love - refuse to speak directly to one another. The moment they start talking around each other and at Jem instead is when he knows he has to step in and diffuse.

Usually, it’s a matter of taking a break, getting some fresh air, and coming back with clear minds. Jem normally isn’t one to pick sides, but this is different. He isn’t worried about the direction of the book… but after reading the latest draft from Will, which Will wrote while refusing to speak to either of them for a full week, he’s worried about Will. And he knows Tessa is, too.

“Perhaps a good starting point would be admitting this isn’t really about the character at all,” Jem says softly, gazing closely between Will and Tessa. Will looks a bit guilty and Tessa looks away entirely, which tells Jem that he’s right in guessing their concerns are also less plot-based.

“...what else would it be about?” Will asks defensively. But they can all sense how he’s been pushing them away lately, much like the cursed character undeserving of love he’s written in. It’s obvious that Tessa isn’t sure how to bring it up or else she would’ve already. Or maybe she already had and it hadn’t gone well.

“Tessa, would you mind making some tea?” Jem asks, waiting until she’s out of the room to turn back to Will.

“Will… you know this is about you. You barely talk to anyone for a week then come back with this character in such a self-deprecating mindset…”

“That’s ridiculous. He’s just a character,” Will says, but Jem can tell he’s entirely unconvinced of his own words.

“So if Tess came back having written Evangeline that way?” Jem counters, and there’s that look of subtle guilt, right back on Will’s face as he frowns and pieces together why Tessa’s so upset with him.

“I fucked up, didn’t I?” Will sighs.

“We’re not mad at you,” Jem’s quick to point out. “We’re just worried. It’s been a while since you tried to push us away like this, I just want to make sure you’re okay. We both do. Take it out in the writing if you want, but talk with us, too. Alright, my love?”

Jem’s tense as he waits. This has one of two options: Will relents and listens to him and they all have tea and talk this out, or Will storms out and they don’t see him again for another day or two.

Will stays. “I’m just letting the pressure get to me,” he admits. “I’m sure that’s all it is... But yeah. Okay. Tea.”

Tea, meaning ‘I’ll stay. I’ll talk. I’ll try.’ Jem leans over and places a barely-there kiss on Will’s lips before he relaxes back in his seat. Reaching out a hand that Will readily takes, Jem gives it a tight squeeze as they both wait for Tessa to return.

They talk.

In the end, the character arc stays. With a few redeeming modifications at Tessa and Jem’s entirely unbiased suggestion, of course.

---

A little over halfway through the first draft things seem to stall out. They have a progress deadline that week with the publisher and they’re cutting it close - mostly because Tessa keeps tossing everything she writes without giving Jem the chance to look it over. Recently she’s let her curiosity get the best of her, delving into research she should be allowing Jem to help with.

...and when he says ‘delving’, what he really means is stubbornly obsessing over, nitpicking bits of lore to streamline, and doing hours and hours of research for single-line references.

“When was the last time she slept? Like, an actual night of sleep?” Jem asks Will one day after a quick touch-base meeting that went… not terribly, but not particularly great, either.

“You need to get her out of here. No books. No wifi. I tried to kick her out but… well, you can imagine how well that went,” Will admits, and Jem winces in sympathy.

“The Time Out Cottage?” Jem asks, referring to a small cottage they own for unplugged getaways, where the wifi signal is nonexistent and a landline exists for emergency calls. “That means we’ll both be out of easy reach, and with that Friday deadline-”

“I can handle it,” Will cuts him off. “She’s been getting in her own way for days now, but she refuses to listen to me.”

A few minutes later Jem tentatively knocks on the door to the small study that does, in fact, look more like a makeshift research library. He nearly doesn’t see Tessa behind the small mountain of books on the floor, but he hears her pen tapping rapidly against the hardwood. No, not just rapidly - anxiously. He knows that action all too well.

“Tessa, what number is that?” he asks, the question needing no further explanation past his accusatory tone and pointed look at a coffee mug, which is next to a second coffee mug, which is next to a cup of black tea.

“Four? No, wait… what time is it?” she glances around and seems surprised by the height of the sun in the sky. “It’s afternoon already?”

Jem sighs. “It’s nearly four o’clock, Tessa, and your blood is probably about 90% caffeine. Come on, get your things, we’re taking a trip.”

Tessa looks immediately horrified. “No! I can’t, we can’t! The deadline, and I still have to streamline the fae lore between the two-”

“Will has it handled for 24 hours. That’s all we’re asking. 24 hours without research.” “Jem, you know-”

“-that you’ll be twice as productive once we’re back and you’re refreshed instead of running on fumes and fever dreams?” Jem cuts her off, his tone kind but insistent. He bends over and picks up a piece of paper. “Tessa, my love, this is nearly incoherent.”

Tessa reaches up to take the page from him and frowns. “I… okay, I can make out some of this, but I’m pretty sure that bit talks about aliens which isn’t any more reassuring. Will did say I was writing myself in circles, but I thought he was just, well, being Will, so... Yeah. Okay. Maybe I need to step back for a bit.” Tessa sighs. “The Time Out Cottage?”

“I already packed you a bag,” Jem confirms with a soft smile, leaning down to kiss the middle of her forehead before reaching out a hand to help her up off the floor.

When they return exactly 24 hours later, Tessa gets back to work and the lore practically falls into place between the two of them.

They meet the Friday deadline without a problem.

---

Jem spends his free time playing violin while Will and Tessa go through the first draft and begin to brainstorm fixes for plotholes, new minor characters to add to scenes that feel a bit lacking, and other small improvements to really round out the story and the world they’re weaving. They both claim to think clearer with his music in the background so he stays, even if he doesn’t feel particularly useful for this stage of the process until they have a single, coherent draft to hand over to him.

These are the moments Jem’s own insecurities and flaws float to the surface. The moments he watches Will and Tessa, so alike, so perfect for each other, connect on a level he isn’t privy to. He knows it’s a silly thought, that he and Will have their own things, as do he and Tessa. But sometimes he wonders if they truly need him around, or if he’s simply just become too much a part of the routine to actively get rid of.

He watches them sit next to each other with shoulders touching, hunched over a small screen, whispering back and forth. There’s a small smile on his face, one that’s wistful and tinged with hints of longing that, much to his dismay, they pick up on.

“I know that look,” Tessa says, catching Jem’s gaze and drawing Will’s attention before Jem can wipe the expression from his face. “Get over here. I think we’ve done enough work for today.”

Will is the first to move over, making room for Jem in the middle of them. After placing his violin back in its case Jem heads over to join them on the sofa, embracing the way Will and Tessa immediately crowd into his space once he’s settled, both placing a comforting kiss to his temples simultaneously before resting their heads on each of his shoulders and a placing a hand in each of his own.

They talk a bit, not about the book, but about anything and everything else, and fall asleep there, still entwined together.

---

It’s rare for any part of one of their books to be a surprise to Jem upon publication. He sees all the drafts, talks them through the acknowledgments and dedications, double-checks the reference pages against the chaotic piles of books and notes around their home.

So he’s immediately (and rightfully) suspicious the moment they hand him the first advanced copy and tell him to open it, watching his every move with eager expressions. Excited, but anxious.

‘A dedication to the one most dedicated to us:

This book would not be what it is without the kind heart, encouraging words, and infinite patience of James Carstairs. Neither would we. Jem, you are a light in our darkest hours, and we don’t know where we’d be without you.

We hope we’ll never have to find out.

Jem, our love, will you marry us?’

Jem reads, then re-reads the dedication. He closes the book, then opens it again, reading it a third time for good measure.

“Well?” Will asks impatiently, earning himself a nudge in the ribs from Tessa. Will huffs.

“I see you’re as dramatic as always,” Jem says quietly, instead of answering the question posed in the book. He knows his answer. He’s known for a while now what his answer would be, should the topic ever present itself, but he gets a bit of joy from making Will wait in anticipation just a short while longer.

“He wanted to be even more dramatic and show you at the event tomorrow,” Tessa admits. “But we decided against it. We thought you deserved the chance to say no without two hundred sets of eyes on you.”

Jem raises an eyebrow. “You think I’ll say no?”

“You haven’t said ‘yes’ yet,” Will points out, but he doesn’t sound nervous about it. Nor should he be.

“Yes,” Jem says, smiling brightly. “Of course it’s yes.”

#herongraystairs #will herondale #tessa gray #jem carstairs #tsc #thanks to Jay for letting me play around with that prompt! #SORRY THIS TOOK A MILLION YEARS #making prompt progress between weekly codas and bingo fills slowly but surely #i hope you like it my anon friend! #elle writes a few deadbeat lines #anon glamour activated #ask rune #long post #elle talks too much

[julieandthefandoms]

Best Day Of Our Lives

A Jemma wedding fic featuring a Kitty reunion, married with children Kierartina, and Haline being cute together. It can also be found here on AO3 :) 

Also, a thank you to Kaitlin, @ineedadrinkorsleep, for allowing me to use her list of Kierartina baby names, you’re amazing!

Tagging @katie33333 @tessagraycarstairs @zafirafox4636 @fairchild-squad @lily-chen-deserves-better @ineedadrinkorsleep @older-brother-kit because I have a tag list now!

Julian straightened the collar of the suit. It was bright in shade, a thing of fire and gold. It was the kind of fire so bright it almost seemed to hold no color at all, leaving the shimmering runes custom to shadowhunter weddings to almost compete with the brightness of it. It was blinding, and Julian could admire the craftsmanship of the suit, tailored to near perfection. Julian could care less about the flashiness of the suit though. It wouldn’t matter whether he were wearing jeans, or even were covered in paint splatters. What mattered was that he was getting married to his best friend, Emma Carstairs.

For the longest time, he was sure he wouldn’t have this opportunity. He had thought he had sealed his fate on that day in Idris. The day after the Dark War, when he had asked the person he loved to be his parabatai. He was prepared to live a life of unrequited love, but by some stroke of luck, he was getting married to her. The bond had been broken, and they could be together. He could be happy.

A pang went through him as he thought back to those days, back when Livvy was still with them. She would've been wild with excitement to be there, to have planned it to perfection. Julian was almost surprised that the pain hadn’t dwindled over time, but there was still an ache as he thought of her. The feeling of loss never truly fades. He had enough space in his heart to love Emma, while still hurting from the loss of his sister.

Julian tugged at the bottom of the jacket once more.

“You look lovely, Jules.” He turned to spot his sister, Helen Penhallow Blackthorn, his suggenes, leaning against the doorframe, a bright smile on her face. She herself was dressed in a flowing gown barely brushing against the top of the floor. “We should probably get going though, you wouldn’t want to be late to your own wedding.”

~^*^~

Kit Herondale should have known better. It was bound to happen really, he was definitely pushing his luck after about the second or third wedding he’d been to, but he hadn’t expected it to be so sudden. It had all started earlier that year, when virtually every friend of Jem and Tessa’s had collectively decided to destroy Kit’s life, a simple one of sneaking Mina extra cookies and avoiding his problems, by forcing him to face all his problems at their weddings. And currently, he was faced with the person he was avoiding most.

Kit had somehow managed to skate by during most of the weddings though. Simon and Isabelle’s was first, Kit having managed to stay as close to the crowd as possible, and silently slipping away after the main portion of the ceremony to reduce his chances of getting involved in a rather awkward discussion. Only a few months had passed before Clary and Jace got married as well, Kit glimpsing a head of dark hair before bolting as soon as he could, claiming that he had to take care of Mina. In fact, what was doing was hiding in the library, pouring his heart out to his little sister.

“You’d think after 3 years my heart would stop beating so rapidly that I became concerned about my own health, but no,” Kit glanced at Mina, who was currently laughing at him, eyes half shut from joy.

She let out another giggle.

“How dare you find joy in my pain?” he said, dramatically laying a hand on his head and leaning back against the bookshelf, though the smile illuminating his face revealed his true intentions. “How can I go on now, betrayed by my own sister?”

Kit smiled at the thought.

Kieran, Mark, and Cristina’s wedding had been somewhat more challenging, him having been caught behind a huge oak tree by none other than Livvy Blackthorn, but he had somehow managed to convince her to tell no one, i.e. her twin brother, a.k.a. the person Kit was trying so desperately to avoid.

“Please, Livvy, don’t tell him I’m here,” Kit was pleading now, already on his knees, gazing up at the ghost above him.

Livvy rolled her eyes. “Fine, but only because I want you to do this on your terms. Remember though, my ship must be canon!”

“Your what?!-”

And that finally brought them up to this wedding, Emma and Julian’s to be more specific. Having been related to, however distant that relation may be, the bride had seemingly got the Herondale/Gray/Carstairs family (or as Kit liked to call it, the Herongraystairs family) a one way ticket to the wedding, and consequently, Kit facing the person he was dreading to meet again.

It had been going relatively well, he’d thought, the ceremony about to begin, and Kit quietly tucked into a corner. That was until Mina dragged him towards the table piled high with drinks, having spotted Max Lightwood-Bane, Rafael Lightwood-Bane, Tavvy Blackthorn, Gianna Blackthorn-Rosales, and Nico Blackthorn-Rosales (Cristina, Mark, and Kieran had Gianna and Nico a year before being married, and Mina instantly fell for them, claiming that they were her “best fwends”) playing near there, and Kit had thought maybe a drink or two wouldn’t hurt. He was severely wrong of course as Kit had failed to notice one head of dark hair standing not far from that very table.

Kit blamed Mina’s doe eyes, and his ability to fall for them instantly.

After his first drink, a voice had made Kit turn, causing him to end up where he was currently, nearly on the floor.

“Hello. I’d like to talk to you.”

~*^*~

Julian was bubbling with joy, a smile brightening his face as he was led to a platform, Helen by his side. He stopped at the top of the steps, turning to give Helen an appreciative nod and a smile. Julian took a sharp inhale as Emma walked around the corner, Cristina lending her off to the stage. All thoughts left him. She was breathtaking, wrapped in a gold silk gown that hugged her waist before flaring down to the ground. A sheer overlay on the silk skirt caught the brightness of the witchlight, complimenting the gold in her hair.

But it wasn’t only gold, was it? It was a beautiful mix of cadmium yellows, naples yellows, golds, yellow ochres.

She was beautiful, and Julian couldn’t help but think that he was the luckiest person in the world. As Emma reached the platform, she leaned in, a grin plastered on her face.

“I know, I look stunning.” She flipped her hair over her shoulder in a playful manner.

Julian shot back a nod. “It is your wedding, I’d expect no less.”

And with that, the ceremony began, Brother Enoch reciting a few words, before steles appeared in their hand. It passed by in a blur, and before Julian knew it, they were kissing. Time seemed to still, Julian thought he heard a crash somewhere in the crowd, a flash of blond hair blurring by the table, but he paid no attention to it. The room melted away, it was as though they, Emma and Julian, were the only two people in the room. It was perfect.

~*^*~

“HOLY-” Kit choked on his drink. He had forgotten how graceful shadowhunters were, how easily they could move without alerting anyone surrounding them. Unfortunately, that shadowhunter grace had apparently skipped a generation because Kit found himself clutching at the table for support, having nearly fallen from shock.

“Are you alright?” It was none other than Tiberius Nero Blackthorn, his arm outstretched. He was looking at him, and at that moment, all rational thought left him. He said something roughly equivalent to an audible keysmash before clearing his throat.

“Yeah, I’m alright,” Kit brushed himself off, standing up as though nothing had happened. If you pretend to be confident, it won’t be long until you begin to feel confident as well. For the first time since the wedding fiasco began, he actually looked at Ty. He was taller now, Kit was surprised to see, though he supposed he shouldn’t have. Three years did a lot to change someone, he supposed, but those eyes were the same. A beautiful yet deadly storm churning above a sea. “So, what did you want to talk about?”

Kit leaned against the table once more, this time a bit more suave and cool, and less panicky than the first.

“Why are you avoiding me?” It was a simple question, clear as day. Kit choked up a bit. “And why did you leave?”

All of a sudden, he was fifteen again, doing anything he could for Ty, the beautiful shadowhunter that had held a knife to his throat. The nephilim he would have done anything for. Years of suppressing his emotions didn’t prepare Kit for this moment, he doubted anything could have. Ty looked calm enough, but his hands were frantically twisting and unknotting a ball of pipe cleaners. He was nervous, Kit knew it, and so Kit blurted it out. He never could have told Ty a lie, even if he wanted to. Even after three years.

“Because I was hurt, and I was running away from what had happened,” Kit took a deep breath, as Ty nodded, understanding it. Kit, suspecting he was going to turn away, proceeded to continue talking, hoping to get a laugh, a smile, anything out of Ty. “Tessa thinks it was the Herondale dramatics though.”

Kit didn’t add the second part of what she said, “Running away from the person you love ‘for their own good’ is alarmingly common among Herondales,” but Ty let out a laugh, bright and brilliant, so it was a win in Kit’s book.

It was an amazing laugh, low and lovely, beautiful to hear.

“Tessa knows Herondales well.”

“She does.”

The silence stretched on for a moment, though it was a comfortable one. A silence in which both parties simply enjoyed the presence of the other.

The soft piano finally registered in Kit’s mind. A crazy idea formed in his head, one his fifteen year old self would banish to the darkest corners of his brain.

“May I have this dance?”

Turned out he wasn’t the only one to have that idea, Kit thought as he accepted Ty’s hand. An impish grin spread across Kit’s face.

“I thought you’d never ask.”

~*^*~

Soft music began playing from the piano in the corner, Jace Herondale shooting a wink at Helen as she rolled her eyes at his antics. A smile rested upon her face, as Helen looked at her brother and Emma, both beaming joy, foreheads together as they swayed to the music. It was so genuine, and beautiful, she couldn’t stop grinning even if she wanted to. She’d already missed so much of her family’s life, exiled on Wrangel Island, that she was glad to be here, sharing this moment with them.

And how lovely it was, gold decorations pinned to the walls, tables lined with dishes and drinks. Kieran, Mark, and Cristina were on the sides, cooing at their third child, Emelia, an adorable baby girl born only a few months ago. Helen spotted Ty dancing with Kit by the drink table, both blissfully unaware of the children bouncing about close to them. Dru was at the center of the ballroom with Jaime Rosales, gown flaring as she was spun.

Aline leaned into her, resting her head upon Helen’s shoulder. She was stunning, in a wine red gown with glittering gold accents, dark hair brushing against her back. Helen couldn’t stop but think about how lucky she was, to have someone so beautiful, so wonderful.

“Young love, it’s beautiful isn’t it?”

Her wife was most certainly correct, and Helen agreed wholeheartedly.

“It really is.”

#tsc #the dark artifices #the wicked powers #tda fanfic #fanfic #twp fanfic #julian blackthorn #helen blackthorn #livvy blackthorn #emma carstairs #cristina mendoza rosales #kieran kingson #mark blackthorn #kierartina babies #aline penhallow #kit herondale #ty blackthorn #kierarktina #jemma #julian x emma #kitty #kit x ty #haline #helen x aline #og post

[kevin-day-is-bi]

If you’re still doing your prompt requests could you do herongraystairs + 5??? Thank you so much 💖💖

Here you go! I went ahead and answered another ask with this same fic, so @autumnangel20, your ask for numbers 1 and 20 is answered here. 

Warning: This does contain smut. The smut is most probably not very historically accurate, but it’s harder than you’d think to write Victorian praise kinks. This contains some angst, some plot. 

Jem wondered, as he kept eating his toast, what he had done to deserve Will Herondale.

He wondered this often, some days in a 'how had he received this blessing' way and some days in a 'the Angel had it out for him and wanted him to suffer' type of way. 

Today was the first type, though by all usual methods of determination he should have been wondering the second. Will was even more boisterous than usual, rambling about all sorts of nonsense. Charlotte looked like she was regretting every decision that led her up to this moment as Will reenacted what Jem thought was supposed to be Will's own death via duck. 

All Jem could do was stare at Will as he reached one arm towards the sky, other hand pressing to his heart. While Jessamine looked annoyed, Jem was hyper focused on the enticing strip of skin that was Will's collarbone. 

"Oh, Angel above, Will." Charlotte set her fork down with a thunk. "Your toast has hardened, your tea is cold, just sit down and finish your breakfast." 

"I was showing my eventual brutal end at the hands of the ducks," Will said sullenly, as he got up and brushed himself off.

"Ducks don't have hands," Jem muttered, and Will gave him a betrayed look. Jessamine snickered. 

"And if you do not stop harping on about ducks, I shall have you killed before the ducks can." 

'Have him killed', Jem noted, not kill him herself. Jessamine's refusal to be a Shadowhunter had caused Charlotte more annoyance over the last three months than Will's antics, something that put out Will and made Jessamine oddly proud. 

Breakfast finished in silence, with the exception of Jem almost upsetting his tea when Will brushed his hand up high on Jem's thigh. Will gave him a smile with enough of a smirk in it for Jem to know it had not been accidental. 

When Will had left the room, speaking very loudly to an annoyed looking Sophie, Jessamine gave a great sigh. 

“How I wish I did not have to see him quite so often.” 

“Jessamine, be polite,” Charlotte said wearily, taking a slow sip from her tea. 

Jessamine humphed. Jem knew Will could be tiresome, but this knowledge was now slightly diluted by three months worth of memories of Will’s kisses. Instead of the usual exasperation and defence that anyone complaining about Will usually inspired in Jem, Jem felt surprisingly furious. Just because Jessamine was incapable of seeing Will as he truly was did not mean it was Will’s fault. Though Jem knew that it was. 

Jem stood and left the room without saying anything. He made his way back to his bedroom, determined to drown his annoyance in music. Vivaldi was always exceptional at catching Jem up and taking him to a place where there was no drug, no Law, nothing to make Will lash out and drink himself to oblivion. 

When he got to his room, Jem shut the door firmly, blocking out the sound of Will’s boisterous voice from downstairs.

…

Jem drew the bow across the strings slowly, drawing out the note. His hand trembled at the end, causing the note to become sharp. He cursed under his breath, continuing with the song. These last months, the yin fin had affected his strength more and more. His next few notes came out in a rush as he ford his hand to steady. 

Jem’s annoyance at the yin fin only heightened as he remembered Will’s mouth frantic against his own, Will having to initiate everything, them having to stop out of fear of Jem’s exhaustion or falling ill. And oh, Will. Will and his lashing out, Will and his drinking, Will and his pushing everyone away. Will was mercurial, in the exact sense of the world, one moment being kind and loving and gentle the next being all anger and sharp words and shoving Jem away. 

Jem let himself be lost in the music, let it wash away all his fears and worry and annoyance at the yin fen and Will and the Law. The Law, which made it illegal for them to do many of the things they do nearly every day. Jem gritted his teeth as the music slowed. He shut his eyes, trying to turn his thoughts to the music. Vivaldi, he thought. Not Will Herondale, not the Law, not yin fin. 

It almost worked. Peace and near contentment filled him, and he was nearing the end of the song when someone knocked on his door. He sighed through his nose and ceased his playing. 

“Yes?” 

The door opened and Will poked his head in. For all the grief Will had caused Jem, his heart still quickened and he still smiled when he saw Will. 

“That was an extremely melancholy song you were just playing.” 

Jem relaxed his grip on the violin and the hand holding his bow dropped to his side. Will took this as an invitation and strode into the room, collapsing with as much drama as was humanly possible onto Jem’s bed. Jem was momentarily diverted by the image of Will laying on his bed, shirt open and hair mussed, and had to instantly return to the conversation to avoid an unfortunate reaction. 

“I was practicing for your funeral,” He responded, leaning one hip against his desk. “For when the ducks finally get you.” 

Will laughed, and looked as though he was going to say something ridiculous. Instead, he propped himself up on his elbows. 

“James, I know you speak in jest, but I must know. Why were you playing something so very sad?” 

Jem sighed, and Will continued talking. 

“You are not feeling too bad today, I hope.” Will’s bright blue eyes peer up at him in the dimness of the room. 

“No, I am quite fine. Stronger than usual, in fact.”

“Then, you are not-” Will broke off, frowning. “You are not regretting…” 

He gestured vaguely, and Jem straightened. 

“No! No, I do not regret our joining.” Jem stopped, and looked out his window. The curtain was mostly drawn across it, but there was a sliver through which he could see the courtyard, and beyond it, Fleet Street. He remembered first coming to London, how dull and gray everything looked. How he had despised the cold and wet at first, how it had sent him into coughing fits and made him feel worse constantly. And how the tiny black haired boy, so full of acerbic words and vicious wit, had made those first days easier somehow. 

“Come now, Jem, old boy.” Will sprung off the bed. Jem jerked back to the moment and turned to raise an eyebrow at Will. “Come, I will not have you moping around.” 

“I am not moping-” 

Will lept into a fighting stance, fists up, and tossed his glorious black hair out of his eyes. 

“Fight me.” 

“Pardon?” 

“Sparring will take your mind off of what you were just now thinking, whatever it was.” Jem doubted that, seeing as what was largely on his mind was Will, and every time they sparred they ended tangled up together, mouths pressed in desperate, needy motions. Still, Will bobbed on his feet slightly, grinning wickedly. “So…fight me.” 

Jem set down his violin. 

“You just want me to pin you against the wall again.” 

“Last time was a fluke. I shall be pinning you against the wall this time.” 

Jem snorted. “Is that a challenge?” 

Will’s eyes flashed. Jem moved, bringing his arms up to block his face. Nothing had happened whatsoever on any patrols for a month, and Jem was beginning to fill with nervous energy. Normally his illness prohibited such fidgeting, but when he had nothing better to spend his energy on, he found himself aching for a fight. 

They circled each other, Jem determined not to make the first attack. He had almost lost patience when Will jabbed at him, swinging low and fast. With some surprise, Jem jumped back. He blocked the punch, striking at Will’s shoulder with his other hand. Will danced back before the hit could land. 

They continued this way for some time, one of them darting in for a hit then leaping back before one could land on themselves. Finally, Jem managed to catch hold on Will’s loose sleeve and pull him in close. They grappled, both hitting lighter than was strictly necessary. At one point, they toppled onto the bed, wrestling for control. Jem ended up pinning Will, and his feeling of victory was slightly lessened by the sight of Will beneath him, cheeks flushed, hair tousled, eyes bright. 

“It appears you did end up pinning me after all, though not against a wall.” Will’s voice was a little too casual, and his gaze was largely fixed on Jem’s lips. There was so little space between them and Will was breathing hard and then Jem was kissing him, unable to do anything else. 

Will kissed back instantly, body arching under Jem. Jem sat up and yanked his shirt off, unable to even feel the fury he usually did upon seeing his skinny form. All he could think about was getting his lips back on Will’s. He went to place his hands next to Will’s head, but Will placed a hand against his chest. 

“You pinning me was actually quite nice.”

Jem’s surprise melted into satisfaction and he once again placed his hands on Will’s wrists. Will made a soft noise under him as Jem squeezed. Very, very quickly, Jem was intensely dissatisfied with kissing. He transferred his grip to one hand, the other going to unbutton Will’s shirt. He got it undone and lightly pinched one of Will’s nipples, almost as an afterthought. Will made a noise in the back of his throat and his eyes fluttered shut. Interesting, Jem thought, and experimented with placing his mouth where his fingers were. He was rewarded with a little whimper. 

Jem, almost without thinking, brought his now free hand down to unbutton Will’s pants. As he went to shove them down, he stopped. Sat up. Let go of Will’s hands. This was far as they had gone before. Through some unspoken agreement, they had restrained their activities to kissing. Jem met Will’s eyes. Will nodded, then breathed an additional “Oh, yes.” 

Jem slid down the bed, keeping his eyes firmly on Will’s. 

“Tell me when to stop.” Will made a breathless noise of assent and Jem frowned. “William. I’m serious. Tell me when to stop.” 

“I will. I swear on the Angel.” 

With that, Jem pulled Will’s trousers off of him. He was taken aback momentarily. Will was so much larger than he had thought. Will gave him a concerned look but Jem just lowered himself over Will again. One hand caught up Will’s wrists again, and the other began to stroke oh-so-slowly. Will made such delightful noises and Jem wondered why on earth they hadn’t done this before. 

Will’s noises became a little more desperate and Jem pulled back. Will protested, but Jem just spit in his hand. 

“Spread your legs.”

...

Will wailed, fingers spasming under Jem’s grip. Jem thrust in again. Will began to whimper as Jem sped up. Jem braced his hand on Will’s knee, other hand still firmly pinning Will’s wrists to the bed. Will’s cheeks were flushed, and his mouth was open as he panted. 

“You look,” Jem gritted out, in between thrusts. “So gorgeous right now.” 

Will’s eyes snapped open. He looked shocked, and slightly taken aback. Jem experimented again. 

“With your mouth open so wide, you’re just begging to suck on something.” 

Will whimpered, and Jem swore he saw Will’s cock twitch. Jem smiled lightly and made a mental note to keep talking. But first…

He sped up, thrusting in as deep as he could go and squeezing Will’s wrists. Will made soft little noises, feet bracing against the bed. 

“You look so good, all fucked out like this.” 

Will moaned at that, full and unabashed, Jem felt himself racing to the edge fast, so he reached a hand between them and squeezed Will’s cock. Will came instantly, and Jem pulled out and came across Will’s stomach from the feeling of Will’s convulsing around him. Will cried out, back arching and legs spasming wide. 

Jem shoved himself off and rolled to the side. Will took the moment to breathe and stop the trembling in his limbs. Jem chuckled, more a sharp exhale of breath than an actual laugh. They lay next to each other for a moment, catching their breath and laying in the afterglow. 

“You’re really quite good at that.” 

Jem looked over at Will, examining his profile in the firelight. 

“Which bit?” 

Will waved a hand, though the motion was more of a flop than a graceful movement. 

“Just-” Will’s sighed out a breath. “All of it.” 

Jem snorted lightly, rubbing a hand down Will’s arm gently. He had worried that it would be awkward, that there would be fumbling and limbs sticking out and Will pitying Jem’s lack of skills. But the second Jem had gotten Will under him, all that fear had melted away. Hearing Will mumble soft little ‘please’s and ‘oh, Jem’s felt more natural than anything he had ever done in his entire life. 

“Hey, Carstairs?” 

Jem blinked back to the present, smiling at the ‘Carstairs’. 

“Yes?”

“Just to clarify.” There was a little hitch in his voice. “Did we just sleep together?”

...

Hope you liked it :) Sorry it took so long to answer!

[libbyweasley]

These Dreams - Chapter 1

I didn't mean to write this, but I saw something that needed to be fixed :)

Thanks to @agentofship​ for encouraging my nonsense

Jemma has always done the right thing, planning her life down to the details. But when her sisters Bobbi and Daisy challenge her to prove that Milton is the man she wants to marry, her carefully planned life starts to fall apart. Lance Hunter might have something to do with it.

Rated - E

Words ~4300

“You can’t marry him, Jem. You just can’t.” Daisy flopped into the chair across from where Jemma was sitting, working on her embroidery. Daisy had always felt free to share her opinions, but since her marriage to Daniel her flair for the dramatic had blossomed into something quite ridiculous.

“And why can’t I marry the man I’m betrothed to?” She’d meant it to be a rhetorical question, that the absurdity of Daisy’s assertion would speak for itself, but apparently not.

“Because he’s so dull,” Daisy said with a sigh. “You’ll probably be bored with him within a week.”

“Ouch!” Jemma wrenched her hand back, dismayed at the bead of blood forming on her thumb. “Bloody —“

“Jemma!”

Jemma’s mouth snapped shut as she turned her head towards Bobbi. If anyone understood it would be Bobbi, the more reasonable of her two sisters. But at the expression on Bobbi’s face she knew she wouldn’t get any support from that quarter.

“I think Daisy’s right,” Bobbi said, clearly trying to be more diplomatic then her sister. “Milton would have an apoplexy if he heard you curse over your embroidery. He’s not a good match for you.”

“He’s a good man,” Jemma said, repeating her tried and true argument. “We’ve known each other for most of our lives. He is kind —“

“He agrees with every word out of your mouth.” Daisy was puzzling. It was hardly a black mark against Milton that he was agreeable.

“And he won’t prevent me from continuing my studies.”

“I know, Jem, but marriage is about more than that.” The words were not unkind, but she felt judged all the same. “There should be passion...fire…”

Daisy’s eyes got that vague, unfocused look and her breathing sped up, as it did when she looked at her husband, or her husband looked at her, or when she spoke cryptically about marital relations. If it hadn’t happened so often since she’d met her duke, Jemma would be worried she was unwell...

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if you’re still doing the half hour challenge, may i ask for “caught?” anything but angst please!

(I didn’t do this as part of my challenge, as I had this idea and this prompt fit rather well! If anyone wants a part two, please inbox me!)

warning: some of this fic can be triggering. It features abuse from Sonia in the form of Munchausen by Proxy and physical abuse. Some of this is both taken from canon as well as the TV show and real life events of ‘The Act’

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Carefully, so as not to make a single noise, Eddie opened his laptop and pulled up the private chat he had saved. He smiled, tucking some of the hair behind his ear as he noticed that Richie was online, and he clicked on his name, bringing up their conversations. As soon as he messaged a simple, ‘Hi’, Richie was responding, asking him how he was and what he had been up to.

He looked up, making sure that his mother wasn’t going to barge through the door and find him doing what she had strictly forbidden him from doing his whole life. He had no idea what she might do to him if he was caught talking to Richie in the way he was.

When he was absolutely sure that the ghost was clear, Eddie pressed the call button and the call connected, the screen lighting up with Richie’s face. He was smiling at first, until he saw the state of Eddie’s face and it dropped into a serious frown. In the little screen that showed Eddie’s face, highlighted the dark circles under his eyes as well as the bruising on his cheeks and his chin.

“Holy, holy fuck Eds what...what happened? What did she do to you?” Richie asked in a hushed tone, his hand reaching out as if to touch Eddie, restricted by the computer.

Eddie held back a sob, too scared that any sudden noise might wake his mother up from her sleep and have her barge into the room. “She-she tried to make me take these new pills and I- I told her no,” he explained shakily. “She got so mad that I was talking back to her that she...snapped.”

“Yes, there is,” Richie breathed, also keeping his voice soft so as not to cause too much noise. “Listen to me okay, I’m going to come and get you. You stay right where you are and I promise you I’ll be there as soon as I can.” The look on Richie’s face was one of pure determination, and Eddie felt nothing but love soar in his chest for the man in front of him. Ever since they had met on the chat room app four years ago, Eddie had just known that they had something special.

It had taken him a while to tell Richie the truth of what was going on in his life with his mother. When they first started talking, he had told Richie about all of his illnesses; his asthma, his numerous allergies, his inability to eat properly and hence being fed through a tube. The thing was, none of that was true. Eddie wasn’t sick, in fact, he was probably healthier than Richie. His mother...she was the one who was sick, but she just couldn’t see it.

“How?” Eddie asked, his voice cracking just a little. “How- how are we going to get away from her?” His voice was so quiet now, his heart hammering in his chest. He would have to hang up soon and put the breathing mask back on before his mother wondered why she couldn’t hear it from her room. “She’d just...call the police.”

Richie shook his head, “You’re twenty-two, you said so yourself. She can’t keep you trapped there. If you leave, she has no legal ground to stand on as you are an adult and can make decisions for yourself. You don’t even have to stay with me. I’ll get you out and you’ll be free to go anywhere and do anything you want. The world is your oyster.”

“I- I love you,” Eddie whispered, wiping his nose. “I want to stay with you...and your friends because I love you. We- we deserve a chance to be a real couple, don’t you think?” He asked and Richie nodded his head. “I- I have to go, before she wakes up and gets suspicious.”

Eddie could see that it pained Richie to have to hang up, but he agreed with a nod and a promise to be there for him soon, in the next few days. They would keep in contact via text message until Richie was ready to come to his house. They would have to plan it right out to the very second or things could go very wrong. He couldn’t have anything go wrong, not when Richie was going to be so close to his home, so close to his mother.

They disconnected the call and once the laptop was carefully stowed away, Eddie crawled into bed, pulling the oxygen mask over his head and switching the machine on. It took him a while to actually fall asleep, and when he did it was restless and uncomfortable. The following morning, he was woken up by his mother shaking him awake.

“Ma?” He croaked, opening his eyes as he looked at her. It was clear she was still mad, and in her hand was the bottle of pills she had tried to give him the night before.

She uncapped the bottle and poured the pills onto her hand, “I hope you learned your lesson last night Eddie-Bear. I don’t want to have to do that to you again. Are you going to be your mama’s good boy?” She asked and slowly, with tears building up in his eyes, nodded his head.

Instead of putting them in via the tube, it was like she knew that he knew he was perfectly fine using his mouth. His mother pried his jaw apart and popped two of the large pills under his tongue before holding his jaw shut to make sure that he swallowed them. Eddie didn’t even have a clue what they were for, but he didn’t dare ask.

“I am only doing this to protect you. You need me Eddie-Bear. You need me to take care of you. Out in that world you’d be ripped apart. People are like wolves, and they wouldn’t take a second glance at you before tearing you to pieces.” Slowly, she ran her fingers through Eddie’s hair. “Not here though, not with me. I’ll keep you safe, always. You’re always going to be safe with me. My little Eddie-Bear.”

His mother remained there with him for a few more moments before she left the room to allow him to change. Sometimes, she would insist that she changes him, insist that he was too fragile to keep himself clean. She closed the door behind him and burst into tears, pulling his phone out to text Richie.

[From Eddie - 8.23am] Please...save me.

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Book : To Kill A Mockingbird

Author : Harper Lee

Read in : 2021 || Format : Paperback

Score : 5/5

Shoot all the bluejays you want, if you can hit'em, but remember it's a sin to kill a mockingbird

I'm not capable of 'reviewing' this book. So what is this? My thoughts. And how much I appreciate this literary phenomenon. This is probably going to be my most favorite modern classic. I have never really read anything like this before.

It was simply fascinating how the story proceeded and led me to the very end. Well i didn't see the entire thing coming.

Plots and Writing Style

The story mostly centres Scout, Jem and Atticus and slightly their neighbours. Things start when Dill, a boy who doesn't have a father shows up with their plan of making Boo Radley come out of his ancient hibernation. When they gave up on their plan, the story pretty much focuses on how Scout finds herself among challenges dealing with adult behaviour and stereotypes of society and Atticus trying his best to shape her character as a human being. As time comes as a lawyer, Atticus had to defend a black man who had been accused of sexually assaulting a white woman.

This case is as simple as black and white

This book really is as simple as black and white, except it isn't. This is where it will take you against the tides. I like how it hit a core which we barely talk about until lately.

I really enjoyed what author did with the characters, like, how they were always trying to be on the right side of the history.

How Atticus is always patient with his children while they are growing up throwing questions towards the ways of adults, how there's a side of Atticus which as a father he doesn't want his children to see, how Ms. Maudie is trying to take care of the maternal orphans, how their aunt appears to be one of those so called civilized people and tired of adults and their ways how Boo shut himself up, away from peculiarity.

Metaphors

The second most attractive thing is the metaphors used.

You never really understand a person until you consider things from his point of view. Until you climb inside of his skin and walk around in it.

And when Boo said

Will you take me home?

I couldn't agree more. This book literally took me home. And I'm grateful for that.

Mockingbirds don’t do one thing except make music for us to enjoy. They don’t eat up people’s gardens, don’t nest in corn cribs, they don’t do one thing but sing their hearts out for us. That’s why it’s a sin to kill a mockingbird

If I'm to sum up, this literary piece is rebellious, an extraordinary voice, one of a kind.

-j (stubbornpimple)

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11 Fics Under 100 Kudos 

A huge thank you to @holdhertightandsayhername who submitted this prompt to @thelallybrochlibrary’s Holiday Prompt Exchange: 

‘Reader prompt: write a short article about a great fic UNDER 100 kudos!’ 

In the spirit of 12 Days of Outlander, here are not one but eleven fics under 100 kudos that, we think, are totally worth reading these holidays. Enjoy! 

Wee Shadow. by @redstarfiction

A wee one shot of Jamie and Claire fluff with Jem and Mandy set around ‘Tell The Bees' 

Note: A short but lovely in-canon moment between Outlander’s leading couple. If you have only a moment these holidays to read something ‘new’ - click on the link above. You won’t regret it.

Before Light by @westerhos

Murtagh comforts Jamie after Faith’s death.

Note: This one-shot is a perfect accompaniment to Season 2 in helping fill the lengthy gap between the end of ‘Faith’ and the beginning of ‘The Fox’s Lair’. It simultaneously pulls at heartstrings while helping both Jamie and readers find a little [much needed] closure. Highly recommended to anyone in the mood for some short-lived emotional turmoil. 

Of Kith and Kin by @ianmuyrray for @otheroutlandertales

Jenny returns to Lallybroch from delivering a grandchild and Ian tells her about Brianna. A missing moment from 4x07.

Note: A short one-shot that - not only those who love Jenny and Ian, but - all fans of Outlander will enjoy. This conversation between husband and wife is likely to bring a smile to your face and perhaps even prompt a happy tear or two. If, after reading this, you find yourself in need of even more Jenny/Ian, we recommend checking out Muy’s A Deal for some fake/pretend relationship goodness.

The Midnight Kitchen by @thescarlettpeacock

A short fic featuring Fergus, Claire and the midnight munchies… 

Note: A very sweet moment between mother and son in a modern-day alternate universe that is bound to leave you wondering ‘what if’ in the best way possible. Warning: late-night reading may induce cravings for jam sandwiches.

The Knife by @whiskynottea for @otheroutlandertales

Murtagh Fitzgibbons Fraser is asked to craft a knife and finds love in the new world.

Note: Life for Murtagh post-Culloden is a storyline not often explored and this tv!canon divergent one-shot can only be described as a blessing - for both Murtagh and all his fans. Nothing more needs to be said - just go ahead and click on that link above!

Without Us by @bonnie-wee-swordsman    

A follow up to Season 2 Episode 13 (Dragonfly in Amber), showing Fergus’ journey back to Lallybroch

Note: As the comments will attest, this story is as likely to provoke a display of emotion as watching the episode itself. Please make sure to browse the tags before reading as there are vague references to events in Season 2 Episode 7 (Faith) that some may wish to avoid. Those willing to proceed, however, will not be disappointed.

Which Door? by thatsoccercoach

Claire intends to go to Frank’s Super Bowl party.

Note: Don’t be fooled by first impressions. These initial 256 words lead to an astounding 78 one-shots (totalling 80,829 words!) that all fit within the parameters of this post including Powerful | Wonderful | Ridiculous and The Anniversary Present. Perfect for those who, after a hearty meal, find themselves surrounded by napping family members and are in need of something both fluffy and lengthy to keep them company.

Lucky Lad by @abbydebeaupreposts

From a Tumblr prompt: Can we get a story about Jamie and Roger and Jemmy bonding?

Note: A perfect example of how even the vaguest prompt can result in the most glorious of fics. Best of all, you don’t need to be a fan of Roger in order to enjoy this domestic moment on Fraser’s Ridge from Brianna’s point of view.  

The Fire in my Soul by @queen-in-the-northx

Set sometimes after the end of MOBY, Claire reflects on falling in love with Jamie.

Note: Anyone who is in love with Jamie and Claire’s love story will fall in love with this fic, too. For that extra touch, imagine Claire reading it aloud in a voiceover similar to those we have been blessed with on occasion throughtout the television series.  

Cross That Line by MooseDeEvita

While traveling from town to town to lure Jamie back to them, Murtagh and Claire turn to each other for physical comfort. After all, confessions of lost love go so well with an ocean view and a sky full of stars. A bit of a deleted scene in episode 14 “The Search” after they hug in the cave by the sea.

Note: Murtagh x Claire: it’s the rarepair you never knew you needed. And trust us, you do. Recommended to absolutely everyone who is, like Murtagh and Claire, open to new [and undeniably erotic] experiences. 

Clair(e)voyance 1.0 by @notevenjokingfic

Detective Sergeant James Fraser and Chief Medical Examiner Claire Randall. Both are perhaps a little jaded, and shut off from the world, until the other steps into theirs. It’s supernatural. Intrigue. Romance. Murders. Mystery. All of that and so, so much heart. It’s the telling of several different cases that span over their partnership – which is a word that comes to take on several different meanings as the story goes on. And each case is more interesting than the next.

Note: If you have ever needed an excuse to reread this well-known fan favorite, this is it! Almost every single instalment in this popular series has less than 100 kudos, so, after you have browsed the list above, head on over to AO3 to start at very the beginning - and make sure to leave kudos each step of the way! 

Bonus Challenge!

There are hundreds of wonderful, amazing, incredible fics under 100 kudos on AO3. As such, we challenge you to add to this very short list by sharing one of your own favorite fics under 100 kudos, leaving a more personal message in the author’s ask box, or perhaps finding that unfinished multi-chapter fic under 100 kudos and leaving a comment to tell the author how much you would love an update one day in the near future. Whatever you choose, we are sure all authors will appreciate your love and support this holiday season! 

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Modern TID - Part 13

Part 12 - Part 14

Tessa woke up with the sun hitting her face. The blinds on Will’s window didn’t cover the entirety of it, and the light seeped through the sides and under it. She groaned. It had to be after eight, but she still felt tired. It was probably due to her rendezvous during the night.

She remembered waking up and hearing a noise. She remembered walking around the house and how his room looked like. She could vividly remember how the melody was like. She remembered the sensations it gave her, and she remembered how it floated around her like a breeze. She remembered the boy, she remembered his brwon eyes, she remembered his name was Jem. And then Will had walked in, and everything goz hazy after that.

She turned to him now, sleeping peacefully. She ran her hands through his curly hair, making him stir under her touch. She leaned into him and kissed his forehead. Then she kissed his closed eyelids. His nose. Both his cheeks. She hovered over his lips, and when he tried to kiss her, his eyes still closed, she pulled away. “Good morning.” She leered.

“Not yet, it isn’t.” He grinned at her, finally opening those bright blue eyes of his.

“The sun is shining, the birds are chirping, and the bed is comfy and warm. What else do you need?” She was teasing him, it was written all over her face and the tone of her voice.

He smirked. He leaned into Tessa and followed the same pattern of kisses she had done. Forehead, eyelids, nose, cheeks. He stopped near her lips, and when she tried to lean in, he took hold of her chin, stopping her. “Wait.” Bolder, he leaned down and kissed her jaw, her neck and collarbone.

Her breath hitched, and he chuckled against her skin, giving her goosebumps down her arms. When he came back up, he was grinning wickedly. He was challenging her, and she wasn’t one to back away from a challenge.

She went even further, first kissing his chest, then his collarbone, taking her time on his neck, and then leaving a trail of kisses in his sharp jaw. When they came face to face again, she noted his eyes were a little unfocused, and his breathing had quickened. She gave herself a little pat on the back. What Tessa wasn’t aware of yet was that Will is a very sore loser.

He took hold of her hips and pulled her sharply against him. She gasped, and he kissed her mid gasp, pulling all her breath away from her lungs. Her hand unconsciously shot up to his air and buried themselves in the black mass of curls. The kiss quickly got hungrier and pressed chest to chest so tightly they could the other’s heart beating rapidly and unevenly.

He swiftly rolled them over, so he was on top of her. Through the mind-numbing kisses and all the skin to skin contact, she noted their bodies fit perfectly together.

So lost in the kiss, so drunk in each other, they never even heard the door open. “Hey, how would you guys like to - OH MY EYES! MY POOR INNOCENT EYES!”

Will shot up like na arrow. “Jem!” He yelled. “What the bloody hell dude!”

Jem had his hands covering his eyes. “I’m sorry! I forgot! You know, we should really stat learning to knock before going in each other’s rooms.”

“Yeah, you think?” Will ran his hand down his face in frustration. He lied back down where he used to be before all the kissing began. “You can look now.”

“Is everyone decent?”

“No one was ever indecent!”

Jem pulled his hands away and sighed. “You’re only wearing boxers.”

Will put his hands up. “Because you’ve never seen me in just my boxer before?”

Tessa cleared her throat. “Is that like a best friend thing or a...” She wiggled her eyesbrows. “Thing.”

“Best friends.” They said in unison.

She shrugged. “If you say so.”

Will was going to retort something, but Jem interrupted. “Like i was saying, before I was interrupted by the live performance of indecency,” Will snorted at this. “How would you guys like to come to have breakfast with me this morning?”

“Weren’t we already supposed to have breakfast together?” Tessa asked.

“Oh, I don’t mean here with everyone else. I meant just the three of us, out somewhere.” He grinned. “So we can get to know each other better.”

“I already know you both pretty well. Can I stay and eat Bridget’s food instead?” Will asked, his eyebrows raised.

Jem pointed his finger at him. “You’re coming.” Will groaned beside her. “Shall we say downstairs in half an hour?” He looked directly at her.

“Works for me.” She smiled.

“Great. Will, did you hear? Half an hour.” Jem made a point of enunciating the words very slowly.

“I can get ready in half an hour.” Will crossed his arms. Jem gave him a look, making him sigh. “I’ll try.”

“That’s all I ask for.” Jem’s voice was laced with amusement.

Tessa giggled. She had never seen a friendship like theirs before. There was something special, something grander about them. Something that the word friendship didn’t do justice to.  The term soulmates rang loudly in her mind. 

She turned her gaze to Will, and her thoughts ran wildly back to the kiss, of the feeling against her, of the hungry beating of her heart. She was brought back down to the moment by the bang of the door shutting behind Jem. “Bathroom or here?” Will asked her.

“What?”

Will chuckled. “Do you want to get dressed here or in the bathroom?”

“I can take the bathroom.” Tessa nodded, but she didn’t get up.

“Penny for your thoughts?” He brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, and a rush went down her spine.

“Anything I should know before breakfast?”

“Like?”

“Like, does he hate it when people drink coffee around him? Does he hate the smell of lemon tarts? Does he hate it when people speak with food in their mouths?”

“Everyone should hate it when people speak with food in their mouths. It’s gross.” He put his hand on the small of her back, making her loose sensation on her hands. “And as someone who’s seen you eat, I know you don’t do such a thing. And you don’t have to worry. You can eat and drink anything in front of him.” He furrowed his brow. “He does hate it when people are rude to waiters and baristas, and anyone who touches food truly. And he hates it when people are impatient in long lines.”

“How is one not impatient in a long line?” She tilted her head.

“Thank you!” Will exclaimed. “See? This is why I’m dating you.” He kissed her cheek as she giggled at his outburst.

As she got dressed, she felt more and more nervous. Though she had technically met Jem during the night, this would be their first official meeting. She kept licking her lips in anticipation. Her hands were trembling. She brushed her hair twice, put on her shirt backwards, and accidentally sprayed perfume in her face. After taking one last look in the mirror and hope she looked decent, she made her way back into his room. He was standing in front of his body lenght mirror, arranging his hair. “What do you think?” He asked, turning towards her.

She squinted her grey eyes. “It looks great.”

“Yeah?” He grinned.

“Oh yeah. Jem’s totally gonna have the hots for you with that hairstyle.” She smirked. Will gave her a fake laugh which set her off into a real one.

He came close to her and pulled her into his arms. She automatically put hers around his neck. “You are the only one I want having the hots for me.” He pulled away slightly. “That sounded more romantic in my head.” She giggled and pulled herself up to kiss him.

“We’re gonna be late.” She bumped their noses together.

“He can wait.”

“Can he?”

“He’s gonna have to.” He smirked and kissed her again. They were interrupted by the incessant ringing of his phone. Will groaned and pulled it out of his pocket. “It’s Jem. He keeps texting me to hurry up.”

She pulled away from his arms. “We better go then.”

“Or we could stay and keep kissing?” He wiggled his eyebrows.

“Or we could go so that your best friend actually likes me so we can keep kissing for who knows how many more weeks.” She insisted.

“Or months.” He retorted.

“Or years.”

“Tessa Gray, if i didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re proposing to me.” He teased.

She pulled him down and kissed him. “Not yet.” She purred, and left the room, only turning to look back on the stairs when he took her hand.

“There you are.” Jem was leaning on the front door, his hands in his pocket.

“You know, for someone who doesn’t like impatient people, you sure seem pretty impatient right now.” Will mocked.

“That’s because I’ve run out of patience for you.”

“But I’m such a lovely person!”

Tessa snorted. Jem smiled at her and turned back to Will. “I like her.” Jem opened the door for them. They walked down together. “Car?”

“Only if I drive, “ Will said.

“Why?”

“What do you mean why? I’m the best driver out of the two of us.” He turned to Tessa. “He’s actually gotten four tickets for driving too slow.”

“It was only three.” Jem retornted. Will gave him a look. “Yeah okay.” Jem agreed. “But I’m not riding in the back.”

So off the three went, Jem in the passenger seat consistently complaining about Will’s speed, Will driving and groaning every time Jem protested, and Tessa in the back seat laughing at the two of them, her nerves entirely gone.

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