#2-3 cuts on my fingers bc why not also some from me breaking a glass bottle earlier

[yoghurt-bimbo]

anyone else with adhd has countless nicks and gashes all over their body bc theyre clumsy af

[lsvdw-blog]

Not a Minute More: Part I

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x f!MC

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings; Rating: Minor angst at the end; General

Premise: Ethan and MC are living in a honeymoon bliss and going about their normal routine. Then something happens that rocks Ethan to his core and threatens to change his life.

Author’s Note: New series comin' at ya! This is my first time writing fluff, so please excuse me if it's cringey 😅 Thank you to @choiceskatie for pre-reading!! I hope you enjoy and thank you for reading 💖

~ Monday, 7:00am ~

“Good morning, handsome.”

Serena walks up to an omelette-making Ethan, wraps her arms around his waist, and places a gentle kiss on his shoulder blade.

Ethan places one hand over hers, a smile spreading across his face, while the other wields a spatula.

He plates the omelette, turns the stove off, and turns in Serena’s arms to face her. He tightly envelops her, placing a sweet kiss on her lips.

“Good morning, indeed,” he smiles.

“Mmm, that’s my line,” she says, her hands moving leisurely up his bare chest, and her eyes trailing hungrily over his gym-honed physique.

Ethan lets out a hearty chuckle, turning slightly to grab their breakfast.

“As much as I’d love to take you back to bed," he gives her a quick peck, "you have a big day ahead of you, so,” he hands her a plate, “actual protein.”

“Buzzkill,” Serena pouts as she takes the ham, cheese, and veggie omelette from him. Ethan shakes his head in amusement and places one hand on her lower back to guide her towards the dining room table.

“For now, but in 10 hours…” he raises an eyebrow and smirks at her.

“10 hours and not a minute more,” she responds, sitting down, and giving him a stern look.

He laughs again. Something he’s been doing a lot more of since she came into his life. “Yes, baby.”

That seems to please Serena as she smiles and does a little wiggle in her chair, cutting into her omelette.

His apartment overlooks the glittering Charles River and the towering Boston skyline — a view people would kill for. But he’s not paying attention. His eyes are trained on the woman next to him. His t-shirt falls to her mid-thighs, her midnight hair tied at the nape of her neck, and the dainty gold necklace she never takes off is brilliant in the early morning glow. Serena shifts slightly and the faint smell of sunscreen wafts towards him.

“SPF on the face is important!” He grins at the memory.

She spends most of her time at Ethan's place nowadays. It's more private, compared to her shared apartment, and there's more space for them to sprawl out and be a couple. They cook dinner together, with Ethan learning to make her favorite dishes and incessantly asking her to taste test to ensure he gets the flavor right. They've made loading the dishwasher and walking Jenner into a two person job. He's even caught her stashing away some of his clothes in her overnight bag before: "I'm borrowing them!"

On the off nights when she insists on staying at her place to catch up on laundry or spend time with her friends, Ethan goes home to a dark and unwelcoming apartment. There is no source of laughter, light, or warmth. He never noticed it before, but now, Serena is his source of all of that, and more. Home is wherever she is.

How did I get so lucky?

“Why aren’t you eating?” Her head is tilted to the side and her brows are slightly furrowed.

Her question brings him out of his trance. He stares at her for a beat, his azure eyes filled with adoration. “Just admiring the view.”

Serena rolls her eyes and goes to playfully smack his arm, but he catches it. Interlaces their fingers and brings it to his lips. Her eyes soften as they gaze at each other.

“I could get used to mornings like this, you know," he rumbles.

"Yeah?"

He nods his head. "Yeah. I love spending them with you."

"The feeling is mutual, Dr. Ramsey." She leans in, stopping a hair's breadth away from his lips. "But I gotta get ready for my big day now," she says with a glint in her eye.

Ethan tries, and fails, to catch her lips with his own as she leans away and gets up from the table. "You're such a tease."

"Am I? Or are you just getting slow in your old age?" She playfully retorts.

Ethan stands abruptly from the table, chasing after her. Serena squeals in surprise and takes off towards the ensuite.

~ 7:40am ~

Ethan is leaning against the doorframe, arms and feet crossed, admiring Serena as she applies the finishing touches to her makeup.

"How many times are you going to stare at me today?" Serena questions.

He pushes off the doorframe and walks over to her. "As many times as you'll allow Rookie."

He hugs her waist. "Are you ready for today?"

Serena sighs and leans back into him. "I'm a little nervous. If testing doesn't go well today, we'll have to start from scratch. All our work, gone."

For the past few months, Serena has been consulting on a classified research project headed by scientists and engineers at Harvard University. The team was incredibly impressed with her capabilities, shown in saving Dr. Banerji's life and being the 2nd youngest member of the renowned Edenbrook Diagnostics Team, and liked that she provided a younger perspective. They brought her on and Ethan makes the 15 minute detour to drop her off three times a week.

"You all are ready. It will go great."

She locks eyes with him in the mirror. "Thank you, E."

~ 8:15am ~

Ethan puts the car in park, turns on his hazards, and turns to look at her.

"I can't wait to hear all about how today was an absolute success. You don't need it, but good luck." He squeezes her hand.

She nods. "Only 8 hours and 45 minutes left."

"And not a minute more," he smiles at her before leaning in to kiss her.

Ethan pulls away first, not wanting her to be late, but Serena continues to go back in for more soft kisses. After the sixth one, she finally pulls away smiling. She opens the car door, swings her legs out, and walks through the secured entrance.

~ 11:00am ~

The Diagnostics Team currently has no patients, so Ethan's morning is mundane, filled with meetings and endless paperwork. He itches to call Serena to break up the monotony, but knows she won't have her phone on her until lunch: no cell phones allowed in the lab. He settles on sending her a quick text — it'll be waiting for her. He pulls up their messaging thread, sends the text, and his eyes wander upward to see the remnants of their last conversation.

She had gotten, and dressed, Jenner in a new bow tie. She then blew up Ethan's phone with photos of Jenner, photos of her and Jenner, and even a few where she was wearing one of Ethan's bow ties to match.

"Look, we're twins!!"

Ethan re-scrolls through all of the photos and can't help the smile that lights up his face at how excited she gets about a small accessory for his dog. God, I love her.

There it is again, Ethan thinks. The 3 words and 8 letters that he never thought he'd feel, let alone want to voice. This feeling has become overwhelming in the past few weeks. He's reminded of it whenever he inhales the lingering scent of her perfume in the office, when he finds one of her forgotten face products at his place, the small moments they share when she sneaks away to visit him, "just because." It consumes him and makes his heart swell.

But he knows she's been extremely stressed with project duties, on top of handling the Diagnostics Team and regular patients. It just doesn't seem right to blurt it out when she's juggling so many things. But if all goes well, her portion of the project ends on Thursday and she'll be back to her normal workload. That's why he's been secretly making romantic plans for this weekend, not only to celebrate her success, but to also finally tell her how he feels. He wants the first time he utters those words to her to be special. Magical. Extraordinary. Just like her.

Just then, his pager beeps and he's pulled out of his second Serena trance of the day. He sets his phone down on the table, pulls out his pager, and is met with a message from Dr. Delarosa, asking for a consult. Just as he exits through the door, his phone lights up with a photo of Serena and her incoming call.

~ 2:15pm ~

The consultation with Ines turned into admitting the patient under the Diagnostics Team and the rest of the afternoon was spent running through possible diagnoses. Before he knew it, it had been over 3 hours and Ethan hadn't eaten since breakfast that morning. He can't help but think how much easier this case would be with Serena here and her perspective. Not only does her presence help keep him calm, but she always comes up with suggestions that would inevitably lead to the correct diagnosis. He throws his glasses on the table and pinches the bridge of his nose in frustration.

He begins to stand, wanting to make his way to his desk, intending to call Serena on the off chance she picks up. However, before he's even able to reach his full height, Dr. Banerji walks in.

"My boy, are you busy?"

"No. Am I needed somewhere?"

Naveen looks at him for a beat too long, causing Ethan's confusion to spike. Naveen walks to the center table and switches on the TV. There, panning around the screen is an aerial view of the Harvard University lab complex, surrounded by police cars and SWAT members, as well as multiple aircraft. In bold letters, scrolling endlessly across the bottom of the screen is: Possible attack at Harvard University labs. On lockdown.

Ethan gawks at the screen with wide eyes and his pulse immediately picks up.

"Isn't Serena at Harvard labs today?"

~~~~~~

Disclaimer: I know Ethan starts his day and gets to the hospital at an ungodly hour, but let's ignore that bc I am my MC is not a morning person 😅

[minthysugamon]

Why'd you only call me when you're high? (J.JK x Reader)

Drummer! Jungkook x Manager's daughter! Reader.

Warnings: Mentions of sex,drugs and alcohol. Usage of foul language (like in most of my writings bc i talk like a roadman). Friends with benefits type of relationship. Kinda angsty but also fluffy if you search for the fluff with a magnifying glass.

Word count: 2222 (hehe,angel number go brr)

A/N: I promise,i will try to do some smut but i don't feel comfy enough to write it bc idk...i just cringe when i see my writing. So sorry if it isn't what you guys expect...

3:03 am

Your phone buzzed once again. It was for the 6th time tonight in a row,so even without looking at the device,it was safe to assume that the rockstar your dad managed was probably at some pub,hammered and not even being able to call a cab for himself so he called your number. Like usual. 3:04 am. It rang again. "What? It better be an emergency cause i swear to god if you're calling because you're dru-" his laugh was as intoxicating as the liquor he had sipped on some minutes ago. "Doll,listen...i need a ride...and since your dad is our manager,it would be greatly appreciated if you came for me..." a sigh left your lips as you hang up on him.

But Jungkook didn't stop pestering you. The drummer of V2J was a pain in the ass. As shy and awkward he was in his sober times,his horndog behaviour was equalising if not surpassing his normal behaviour when he was thrashed.

You picked up the call one more time when the familiar ringtone went off. "Hey,why are you so rude,dollface? Don't you know hangin-" your words cut off his as soon as he was trying to do his monologue. "Jungkook. Like how you said it so cleverly,MY DAD is the manager. Not me. Pester him at 3 am if you have some difficulties to go home,not his daughter. Thank you. I have an exam in two days, i have to study tomorrow. Or today because at this point of the night i can't say tomorrow,so let me get the 2 hours of sleep i could still get tonight if i go to sleep in less than 10 minutes.. Leave me alone. Call Taehyung or something,i don't care. Now please don't call me again. Thanks." Then the tune of the "Hang Up" option resonated in your room once again.

Truth be told, if it would've been the first time he calls you and asks you for help at 3 in the morning,you would've helped his dumbass out,but it wasn't the case. Whenever Jungkook had some nightly problems, you were the first target in his contact list. It wasn't the first time he called you to pick him up from somewhere or to let him stay at your place for the night because he lost his keys to his appartment after a wild escapade with his bandmates to the nearest club. And it never ended with him only sleeping on your couch. It usually started at the front door and ended with him sleeping an arm around you after fucking your brains out. If he had been serious about this whole weird relationship you had, it would've been official for more than a year now,but he has to keep his rockstar persona intact. So of course,you were nothing more than the daughter of his manager who was good enough to be fucked when he was drunk or high.

At 3:36,someone rang at the interphone of your home. When you got up from your bed with a huff,you were already seeing the tatted up boy's smirk on the camera in a mental image. And you weren't wrong. His smirk was present as soon as the little screen had lit up with his face so close to it,you though he was a toddler seeing an interphone for the first time in his life. "You really came here at 3 and a half? Jeon,for fucks sake. If i get down there,i'mma beat some sense into you,so you better start running now." He simply laughed,a noise of exasperation leaving his throat. "Aw...come on (Y/n)...let me in,i lost my keys..."

You pushed on the key button,you let him in again. At this point it was exthausing because you knew what this meant. And even if you wanted to deny it,your brain wanted this to stop,but your heart was yearning for him. "I swear to god Jungkook,if you come here again at 3 am,i will stick a pipe up your ass." You unlocked the door for him and let him enter your home.

Fatal mistake because he didn't even answer,he simply pushed you against the wall and looked into your eyes,foreheads touching. "And why would you do that sweetheart? Hm? I thought you liked when i come here...for you." You can't deny it,you fell for him over the months,you fell for this idiot who liked banana milk more than anything else,who drank whisky with more cola than he should because he hated alcohol but wanted to keep his bad boy persona. But the smell of a woman on him made your heart sink. "Jungkook,please...just go and take of your shoes,i will bring you a blanket and a pillow so you can sleep on the couch."

He took your words in a hurtful way,his expression changed from flirty to genuinely hurt. "So...we aren't sleeping together like always?" You scoffed and got out of his grip. "I don't even know why i let you in. If you wanted to get your dick sucked again,you could've called one of your groupies." You disappeared in your room to search for a blanket and pillow,not that you deemed him deserving of such comfort,but he was also keen to be shivering at night without a blanket so it would be better for him to get some warmth during the dark hours. With a shaky breath,you went back to the living room and placed the pillow and comforter on the couch. "(Y/n)...what's the matter?" No answer. You didn't want to answer his question,he wasn't worthy for an answer,but his insistance was made clear when he took your hand into his and brought you closer to him. "Please...(Y/n)...answer me,i'm getting worried at this point,what's the matter?" Inhaling some fresh oxygen as the lump in your throat was only getting tighter,it finally dawned on you. You were in love with him. "Why'd you only call me when you're high?" The tears started to sting in your eyes,the drummer looked at you with a questioning expression. "High? What do you mean?" "Why'd you only call me and come here when your high?" After repeating your previous question,your voice cracked and all tears were let to flow down on your cheeks. "What? (Y/n) i really don't understand what you're talking about." "Why are you only showing interest in me when you're drunk and need to empty your balls. Is it more clear like that?" Jungkook's heart cracked at the sight of you crying because of him. He didn't want you to fall for him,not when he's at the peak of his career,but it would be a lie to say he didn't feel something for you.

"(Y/n)...come on,you know i can't be with someone. I thought that we both made this clear." His tattoed arms were still securely wrapped around you,stroking your back in the hopes of the action giving you some comfort,but as soon as you looked up to him with teary eyes,he couldn't help but let his waterworks flow too. Truth be told,Jungkook hated to see you sad,as awkward as the situation was right now,he hated seeing the one he fell for sad. "No,you made it clear for yourself. You're always acting nice with me,always closing any distance we had between us...no matter how hard i try to stay away from you,you suffocate me...if it was with hatred,it would be better,but it isn't. You're always here to fuck me up then rebuild me once you're sober. I fucking hate you for making me fall for you but i hate myself more for letting myself fall for you."

Your words were stinging. Even poisonous to his ears. Did you really hate him? And as much as it hurt him,it hurt you the same. You never really saw someone else in the hopes of being his one day,you won't blame it on him because you were the one in control of your own life,but every step you declined from someone else was to aliment the hope of being his one day. "I'm sorry...(Y/n)...i...i know you like me...but it won't work out. I do see you as more than just a friend with benefits,i do like you too...but...i can't be with you when i don't even know what tomorrow is made of." You tried to get out of his grip,but it only tightened and he brought your chin up with two fingers. "Listen,don't think i don't like you...if i didn't..you wouldn't be the first one i call to help me,fuck,i know i sound like an asshole for saying this but i do like you...i just..." he was getting ridiculous at this point and he knew it. "You just what? You don't want to miss out on someone else. I get it. You want your target list to be finished then crawl back to me when you're done."  "(Y/n) it's not like tha-" you finally got out of his grip. "No. Don't say anything. I get it. But i won't be a second choice to anyone. Let alone you. Good night." You quickly wiped your tears away and went to your room,closing the door behind yourself,leaving Jungkook alone,in the dark living room.

He was tossing and turning for more than an hour now. You could hear it from your room how he was walking up and down the hall. 'I really fucked up.' he thought to himself and he wasn't wrong. You were probably the only person who would really go to hell and back for him and you were the only person he would do the same for. Then why was he acting like an asshole towards you now? Now that he was sure of your feelings,why did he have to break everything he tried to build? It couldn't end like that.

He softly knocked on your door,even if you told him to go away,he opened the door and lied down next to you,taking your body in his arms,nuzzling his face into the skin of your neck. "I'm sorry..." his soft lips placed a kiss on your neck and hands grabbed yours. "Sorry for what? For at least telling me the truth?" "(Y/n)...it's not like that...i just don't want to fuck things up. I prefer to fuck it up now than once we're together. I...i do love you...i heard the bells and the fireworks as soon as i saw you...but i don't want to fuck this up. Simply because i know how fans are,how groupies are. I prefer you seeing my fuckboy image than the real me,as much as i hate it though." You turned around,facing him,still in his clutch. "Well too late dumbass,i fell for the awkward and nice you,the one i see during studio hours,during practice,not this...whole flirty fuckboy persona that i get to see at every thursday at 3 am." He inhaled then kissed your forehead,bringing you closer to him. "It's too late for me to ask you to be my girlfriend...right? I don't want things to end...and,if the only way for me to stay with you is to put that image aside,i'm willing to do it."  You sighed. He was still in the wrong. You didn't want him to change for you,but for him. To be himself again. "Jungkook,you don't understand...i want you to be you. I don't want you to rush into things because you don't want to lose me. Plus,you might not like a relationship,so if you don't want one right now,then leave me alone and don't make me fall for you more."

He shut you up before you could go on your monologue with a kiss. Not a rushed one like usually. But a soft one. One that tasted like cigarettes,monster,alcohol and love. "I love you...and starting a relationship now...or in 5 years...it won't change shit...no matter what i think now. I...after thinking about it...what you said...you're right. If i don't jump in right now...what will it change in 2 or 5 years? Nothing...i will still be the same if i don't change now." His frown turned into a small smile when he felt your nose in his neck,a light peck on his skin and your hands on his back. "So...you really want to start something with me...out of love and not out of pity?" He smacked the back of your head,out of habit but also out of outrage,he didn't want you to think he was doing this out of pity. "You dumbass,i want to be with you. I really want to. Out of love. Not because i pity you. You are probably the only person who would accept my headassery...and i love you. So please...don't ever think i would do this brcause of pity." You simply laughed,still sniffing a little bit and cupped his cheeks. "Good,because...i love you too." He kissed you first,again. Now with more passion though. His hands roaming around your back and ribcage,then on your waist,he couldn't help but pull you closer,until it couldn't be done anymore. "I know you do...now...shouldn't we sleep..? Because it's half past five...and you have to wake up at 10 so you can study..." You kissed his neck once more then placed your head on his chest. "It's already almost 6..might as well watch some cartoons and eat breakfast,no?" Jungkook's face lit up like a child's at the candy store. "Now i know why i heard the bells and the fireworks when i saw you."

I hope you guys enjoyed this,i kinda made it longer than most of my writings,but i still hope it's okay!

My requests are always open,so please,if you have something to request,i am more than happy to do it!

[minsugapie]

Miscommunication 1/2

pairing: Yoongi x reader

genre: fluff, smut, ftrustration(?), one shot

words: 4905

a/n: *unedited* omg ok this is a few days late but i had school and whenever i wanted to write the smut part, i was always with a family member and that’s a no go for me so...also jackson is in this bc i found al those tiktoks hilarious where they introduce bts as the cast and then bam jackson is in it for no reason lmao

anyways HAPPY BELATED TO MY ULT 😍

also, this came to be for 3 reasons:

1. Solastia’s post

2. this generated prompt

3. @thealexalcala bc it was a joint idea

• • • • • •

Y/N’s p.o.v

“Jiminie, why am I going to this thing again? I know I love a good night out, but I don’t even know this guy…” you sighed as you opened the door to get out of the cab. You both decided that taking a cab to the bar that night would be the best, neither of you knowing how much you were actually going to drink. 

“Because! I didn’t want to go alone! I only know like three people…and plus, I like to have my best gal pal with me! Yoongi told people to bring as many people as we wanted, as long as he told me the names, so they could be put on the list!” He simply answered as you two lined up at the entrance. There was a list of people that could get in. Apparently, the birthday boy had a lot of friends. 

You and Jimin walked in to a bar full of people. You hadn’t expected it to be this busy, this early, but apparently people liked to party. It didn’t take long for the birthday festivities to happen. There was a table by the bar with a giant cake on it, something that you wouldn’t mind cutting into earlier rather than later. Unfortunately, it wasn’t your birthday just yet. 

After a few minutes, a man walked onto the platform stage with a microphone in hand, easily catching the attention of everyone and calming to chatting. The M.C (you would call him for all intents and purposes) tapped the mic to make sure it was on before he looked around, seeing if he knew anyone. 

“That’s Hoseok, he’s Yoongi’s best friend,” Jimin whispered when he noticed the question on your face. 

Hoseok’s smiled was contagious as he took a deep breath, ready to get the party started. “First off I should say hi and introduce myself so…Hello, everybody, you can call me Hobi and I’ll be your speaker for the night! Now that a good chunk of people are here,” he started, covering his eyes to block to spotlight that was shining right in his face, “it’s time to introduce our star of the night, Min Yoongi!”

You noticed someone emerging from the crowd to your left. There was endless cheering for him as he made his way to Hobi. You’d never actually seen him before, but you couldn’t deny that he was pleasing to look at. You watched him as he smiled at Hoseok, who continued to talk once again. “Now, please have fun and introduce yourself to Yoongi if you two have never met! I’ll check back in when it’s time to cut into that delicious cake over there!”

When Yoongi and Hoseok left the stage, you turned to Jimin to say that you wanted to get a drink, but he had a completely different idea. He grabbed your wrist and started pulling you towards Hoseok and Yoongi, who were talking to someone already. Jimin stopped quickly, looking at you.

“Hair, good…makeup, perfect…outfit, hot… ok, you’re good! Oh, wait, let me smell your breath!” Jimin grabbed your chin, guiding you to his nose. 

“What the heck are you doing?” You asked, pushing yourself away from him with a chuckle. 

“Breath, acceptable. You’re perfect. Let’s go.”

You were more confused than ever, but the confusion ebbed away once Jimin finally stopped pulling you. You were in front of Hoseok, who noticed Jimin right away.

“Chim! Great to see you, buddy! And this must be Y/N?” Hoseok said loudly, you noticed. 

You smiled at him, putting out your hand for him to shake, “I hope I’m not intruding on anything by being here…”

“Oh, definitely not,” he responded kindly, jabbing Yoongi, who was studying behind him talking to some other guy, in the ribs with his elbow. 

“Ow, what the fuck, Hobi?” He turned to his friend, punching his arm. 

Hoseok rolled his eyes at his friend as he emphasized, “This is Y/N, Jimin’s friend.”

Yoongi’s eyes go from Hoseok’s eyes and down his arm that is placed gently on your shoulder. When Yoongi’s eyes meet yours, he simply stared, so you decided to say something. “Uh, Happy Birthday.”

He was even more exceptionally handsome up close than he was on stage. Maybe Jimin was onto something by asking you to come with him tonight. 

“It’s not until midnight, but thanks,” he smiled, breaking whatever quiet spell he had himself under. 

You looked at his smile, thinking about how cute it made him look. He wasn’t your normal type, and you couldn’t believe how quickly you were attracted to him. You almost wished this you weren’t here, so you could have some time alone. 

“Well, I’ll have to make sure to find you again then…” You flirted, tilting your head to the side as you bit your bottom lip. Yoongi looked at it quickly before looking back at your eyes. 

It took him a few seconds to respond, but when he did, you were surprised by what he said. “Or you could just keep me company until then,” he whispered, taking a step closer to you.

You didn’t hear it, but Jimin right then actually excused himself, bringing Hobi with him.

You noticed Yoongi looking at your hands, and then he said, “Let me buy you a drink.”

You smiled at what he suggested, rebuking his comment. “No, no. It’s your birthday! I should be the one buying you a drink!”

“Come on,” he grabbed your hand, pulling you towards the bar. 

The bartender was a guy called Jackson, who you shared a class with. He smiled at the two of you. “So you found the birthday boy?” He joked, wiping the counter in front of the two of you.

“Actually, he found me,” you replied, putting one elbow up on the bar. “Can I buy him a birthday shot?”

It was Yoongi that interrupted, “Nope. Not happening. Two shots on my tab, please.”

Jackson looked between the two of you before quickly getting two shot glasses. “Sorry, Y/N, but he’s the law tonight. Also I don’t wanna get my ass beat later.”

You groaned, frowning at Jackson. “Fine.”

Jackson gave Yoongi a look, and they stared at each other for a few seconds. It only broke when he placed one shot in front of each of you. 

“Bottoms up,” Yoongi whispered in your ear, sending a shiver down your spine.

• • • • • •

Surprisingly, Yoongi kept you with him all night, and you had absolutely not problem with it. You did a bit of talking, but not much because the two of you were constantly getting interrupted by his friends that were wishing him a happy birthday. 

When the two of you decided to dance, you wondered how it would be? Would you save room for Jesus or would he want you all over him? All you knew was that you wanted him all over you regardless. Your body was gravitating towards him without your consent. 

You were pleased when he pulled you flush to him during the dance, faces only centimetres apart. One of his legs between both of yours, a hand slid down to your lower back and held your cores together. The two of you danced together for while, not really talking. At this point, it was simply just the alone time that was nice. You practically knew nothing about the guy, but you wanted to. How was he this popular? What was he taking in school? How did Jimin know him? 

When the song changed, you found yourself looking down at his lips that were almost on yours. They were lips that framed that cute smile that you’d gotten to see a few times over the night. They were lips that you wanted to feel on your own. 

So you took the leap since he wasn’t. Your hands pulled him even closer to you as you finally felt his lips over yours. Yoongi didn’t hesitate to kiss you back, wrapping both his arms around your waist to keep you close to him. 

The kiss was interrupted after only a second because all of a sudden, a voice came through a microphone again. It was Hoseok’s voice. 

Yoongi didn’t pull away from you, however. Frankly, you didn’t even notice what Hoseok was saying because Yoongi was successfully distracting enough. 

As it turned out, he was actually calling for Yoongi, and neither of you noticed until there was a spotlight shining directly on the two of you. It was you who pulled away first, covering your face that was harbouring a major blush. 

“Seem’s like the birthday boy already gotten his wish! And we were just about to announce that it’s time to cut the cake!” Hoseok laughed through the speakers. Yoongi could tell how embarrassed you were in the spotlight, so he pulled you behind him to block most of the prying eyes.

You slipped out of Yoongi’s arms as quickly as possible into the shadows. You realized that you’d left Jimin a really long time ago. You see that he’s watching you walk away from him as Hoseok’s goes to pull him to the cake. 

• • • • • •

You sat outside, wishing you could see the stars. You had spoken briefly to Jimin, who was playing some drinking games with Jungkook and Tae. Jackson was revelling in all the money they were spending on alcohol. He was going to get a fat tip from Jungkook, you just knew it. 

Your fingers made their way back to your lips, thinking about kissing Yoongi. He made you feel weird. 

You’d always had this thing where you thought you were incapable of feeling love. You’ve been in relationships and had crushes on people, but you never let it get far enough for whatever reason. But whatever had happened between you and Yoongi had felt different. 

Suddenly, you felt a body sit beside yours on the cool bench. “I was looking around for you,” Yoongi’s voice softly came from beside you.

“You were?” You asked. It was starting to get late, and the few drinks that you had didn’t make you tipsy enough to think about your feelings.

“Yeah, I brought you some cake,” he joked, nudging your shoulder with his. 

You smiled at how cute he could be. He definitely didn’t give off that vibe at first glance. “Oh, that’s it…”

“I mean, I kinda wanted to talk about what happened earlier.” He didn’t take his eyes off the cake.

“You mean when I kissed you?” You took a bite of your cake. It caught his attention, and he watched you take it off the fork.

“Yeah,” he breathed, moving closer to you. The expression on his face mirrored how you thought yours would look if he was doing the same thing. When you pulled the fork away, his hand automatically moved up to your face, wiping some icing that got onto your bottom lip. He didn’t pull back. Instead, his thumb pushed into your mouth, and you instinctively licked it off. 

“Listen, I don’t want to be too forward because we just met, but what would you say if I asked you to come home with me tonight?”

You were surprised by his question. Mostly, it was because of a personal thing and not him or what you had between the two of you. 

You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath. “Actually, I, umm…”

Yoongi looked away from you and at a flickering street light instead, “It’s fine if you want to. I’m sorry I suggested it.”

“No! It’s not that I don’t want to,” you swallowed, trying to find your words, “Really, it’s just that I haven’t actually had sex before.”

“You’re lying,” he said, mouth falling open, “I don’t believe you.”

“I’m not lying.” You started eating more of the cake, trying to diffuse your nerves. 

“Why? I mean, I should never have asked that. I’m sorry…again.”

You calmed slightly. “No, it’s fine. There’s really no reason for it. There was never an opportunity, and there was never a guy who I wanted.”

“So you just said that it wasn’t that you didn’t want to-”

“Exactly.”

• • • • • •

Yoongi lived in a small, one-bedroom apartment. But that was the last thing you were thinking about because there were other things on your mind. 

“So I don’t want to be like this, but I really want to start kissing you now…” Yoongi said as he guided the two of you to his bedroom.

“No, let’s get on with it, birthday boy,” you replied, pulling on the front of his shirt before turning and pushing him back on the bed. 

There was a short look of surprise on his face before a smirk took over. “I thought you said you’ve never done this before?”

“Oh no, this is fine, it’s what comes after that’s foreign territory,” you clarified, crawling onto him. 

“Y/N,” he breathed, letting his hands brush up your sides. Just as you were going to kiss him, he gripped your hips and flipped you over. 

“Are you going to kiss me or what?” You joked, opening your legs, so he could comfortably lie between them. 

“I just want to do this right because it’s your first time,” he admitted, letting his lips brush yours with every word.

You rolled your eyes, lifting your head to connect your lips. You really didn’t want to wait any longer, and you were pleased when he kissed you hard. You took this time to really let yourself enjoy him. When you were kissing at the bar, there were people around, but now you didn’t have to worry about any prying eyes. 

Yoongi’s lips still vaguely tasted of cake as he opened his mouth to yours, tongue passing your your lips with every movement. You brought yours hands up to his head, running your fingers through his hair and nails across his scalp. His muscles tensed up, goosebumps rising all over his skin.

Yoongi pressed his hips into yours, one hand holding his body up and the other moving up from your hip to your breast. Matching his pace, you started inching up his shirt. He got the message straight away, using one of his hands to rip the shirt right off.

That simple gesture caused the speed at which you were progressing to increase. Clothing was hastily removed until you were left in your jeans and Yoongi in his underwear. 

“You’re sure you want to do this?” He asked between heavy breaths. 

You nod your head, letting your eyes fall to all his exposed skin. He was very pale but his skin looked like porcelain, so smooth and free from blemishes (it was kind of unfair).

“Because I want to make it feel good for you…” he drawled, starting to kiss down your jaw and your neck. Because he’s taking off your bra right after the shirt, your entire upper body was free for him to kiss. 

He massaged one breast as his kisses attacked your shoulders and collarbone, moving down towards your other breast. When he started kissing around the most sensitive skin, you couldn’t help but arch into him, wanting him to continue his attack. 

You legs flew around his waist, pulling him closer to you. You desperately wanted him to increase the friction. You were already wet just thinking about Yoongi, and the sweet little nothings that he would say to you were helping that. 

“You’re beautiful,” he whispered. You ran your hands all over his back, feeling his soft skin. Using your nails, you lightly and painstakingly slowly dragged moved down his spine.

“Yoongi, I want to do it now,” you voiced, trying to find the will to talk. 

“Already?” He stopped, coming back up to your face, so you could look eye to eye. 

You half smiled at him and then pushed his hair back from his face. It was sexily falling into his eyes and you could barely handle it. He was so definitely your type…and boy were you glad that Jimin had dragged you to the bar earlier. “You don’t want to?” You joked, pulling his lips to yours.

“You have no idea how much,” he admitted between kisses. His hand went down to your jeans, popping the button. He was definitely letting you know that he was ready for this. 

“Ok then, help take my jeans off,” you ordered, lightly pushing him back, so you could access your zipper. 

“Aren’t you nervous?” He asked, surprised at your willingness. 

You were totally 1000% nervous, but it was bound to happen sometime, and why not with a man that essentially said that he wanted to make sure that it was as enjoyable for you as it was for him. 

“Completely, but you make me feel comfortable,” you answered. 

“Ugh,” he groaned as he looked at you. His eyes were raking over all your exposed skin in bliss. “You have no idea what’s going through my brain right now.”

You could imagine. You knew how guys could be, and you’d gotten a glimpse into Jimin’s brain a few times in the past. 

“Listen, like I said—I want to do this right, so,” he started, stepping off the bed to go to the desk drawer to grab something, “we’re going to use lube.”

You obviously knew about it, but it wasn’t something you often heard about. But you nodded your head anyways.

“It’ll make it easier for you,” he clarified, crawling back onto the bed. He grabbed the bottom of your jeans, tugging them off. You were left in only your underwear now in front of him, strangely not feeling nervous about that particular fact. 

You then gained just enough confidence to grab the band of his underwear and tug at them. You didn’t pull them all the way off, but at least he knew where your head was at. 

To kickstart the moment again, Yoongi kissed you hard, almost to the point of hurting you (but in a really good way). He seemed eager to you, teeth biting at your lips with more intensity than you were prepared for. Your body could barely keep up. Your senses were in overdrive. 

During the kiss, Yoongi was still able to deftly removed your underwear by sliding them down from one hip. He only got them about halfway until you took over, almost ripping them right off. 

His touched had completely vanished for a few seconds, but you didn’t even open your eyes, trusting him a little too completely. 

When his kiss returned to your mouth, you felt the light touch of his knuckles move down your breast bone and across your stomach. Using his knees, he pushed your legs apart.You gasped into his mouth when you felt his touch move down to your most sensitive place.

“It might be cold,” he mumbled, stopping his kisses but still keeping his lips on yours. 

He wasn’t entirely wrong. But if you were being honest, it wasn’t the feeling of the lube that was weird. Actually, it was the feeling of someone’s hand that wasn’t your own down there. 

You anticipated what was going to happen next, letting your arms slip around his waist. It was a feeble attempt at getting him closer to you. 

He pushed one of his finger into your entrance, opening his eyes to see your reaction, but you were already looking at his beautiful face. Your hips pushed up into his palm involuntarily, and he took that as a sign to try a second finger. You felt him smile against your lips, so you smiled with him as best as you could. 

“Is this fine?” He asked. You started to feel his strain against you, all his muscles tense as he made sure that you felt okay. 

A thought went through your mind: it was his birthday, yet he was the one taking care of you. That didn’t seem to make any sense.

However, the thought quickly left because you started to crave more of him. 

“Yoongi,” you breathed, unable to finish your sentence of ask for what you wanted. 

He pulled back, and somehow managed to take off his pants, open the condom packet and put it on in the span on 10 seconds. 

You watched in mild fascination as he used the leftover lubricant and your own liquids to lubricate the condom. His hand stoked himself a few times before he positioned himself at your entrance. 

“I hope you realize that every bit of me is totally into every bit of you,” he revealed, guiding your  legs around his waist. 

You didn’t have the chance to saw anything in return before he was asking you, “Are you sure you’re ready for this?”

You nodded your head, keeping eye contact with him. 

He didn’t say anything in return, only slowly letting himself fill you up. You couldn’t concentrate on anything but the foreign feeling. It wasn’t exactly painful as much as it was uncomfortable. But, you did notice that the further he went, the more natural it felt. 

“Stop,” you said, causing him to completely freeze and look as if he’d just killed someone. “…Just let me adjust,” you clarified with shaky breaths.

He visibly relaxed but he still looked uncomfortable. You couldn’t imagine what it felt like to be in that sort of situation and remain completely still. His eyes shifted around the parts of your body that was exposed to him. It was when you pushed your hips up to him that his eyes found yours again. 

You realized that the movement really helped. It helped so much that you found yourself having a hard time with wanting to keep it slow. Your eyes clamped shut as you tried to get him to pick up the pace, wanting more friction. However, instead of picking of the pace, you felt a small kiss on your nose and his hand move to grab yours. 

“I want you to tell me if you don’t want something,” he told you, making sure that you nodded your head before he guided your hand between the two of you. “I also want you to help yourself out…at least until I figure out how you like it.”

You eagerly nodded your head, immediately rubbing yourself in a way that you knew would get you off. His hand ghosted your movements, almost studying what you were doing. When you gasped, he took over, effectively picking up where you left off. 

“Oh, my god,” you breathed, hands gripping the sheets as you squirmed under him. You arched into him, legs squeezing his hips. 

Yoongi finally picked up the pace, creating exactly the experience that you wanted. “Where are you at?” He asked, clearly wanting to get to his own high. 

“Just don’t stop,” you answered, knowing that you were close to done. 

For a moment you forgot what was happening as you saw stars behind your eyes. This feeling was entirely different. You barely noticed Yoongi thrusting faster to finish himself. 

When he succeeded, he slumped onto you. When both of you managed to catch a breath, you frowned and said, “I feel like you did most of the work even though it’s your birthday.”

“You being the one I shared it with was enough,” he provided. He was a smooth talked, and you could definitely seeing yourself wanting to do that with him again.

“Well, Happy Birthday then,” you said with an exhausted look on your face. 

• • • • • •

“So what’s going on with you and Yoongi then? You two seem to be spending a lot of time together,” Jisoo asked you as you chilled between classes. 

“Yeah, I’ve been wondering that too,” Irene added, out of breath as she sat down at the table. It was a miracle she’d heard what Jisoo said. 

You slouched back in your chair. “Honestly, guys, I have absolutely no idea. We’ve basically had a thing since his birthday, but that was almost a month ago!”

“Define thing,” Jisoo probed, taking sip of her iced coffee. Irene had brought one for each of you. 

“Well, we hang out a lot and go to cafes together to just chat and do homework. He holds my hand and kisses me goodbye,” you answered brushing a hand though your hair. 

“That’s so confusing,” Jisoo added.

Irene spoke this time, asking, “Have you guys done anything more? I mean like sleep together since the night of his birthday.”

You close your eyes, nodding your head. “God, he’s so frustrating. You’d think that he’d make it official if he was essentially acting like we’re in a relationship. But honestly, I don’t even know if he’s seeing other people at the same time. Plus, I’m sure he just thinks it’s casual since I slept with him on night one.”

“Speaking of seeing other people…maybe that’s what you should do,” Jisoo suggested. She shot you a small smile before continuing, “I’m not talking about making Yoongi jealous or anything, but maybe you should consider dating other people, especially if he’s just doing this as a casual thing.”

You snorted. “Like who?”

“Jackson,” Irene suggested. 

Jackson? Like the guy who was in all your classes and who works as a bartender? You’d never really thought about him in that way but you guessed he was attractive and a super nice guy.

“Why him?” You asked, finishing half your drink quickly.

“He was asking about you the other day. Come on, Y/N, you have to know that the guy has been crushing on you since last year,” Irene commented, throwing you a complete look of disbelief. 

“What? No, he hasn’t!”

Jisoo chime in, “Yes, babe, he has.”

Huh, maybe you should give him a chance. 

“Wait, but why haven’t you just talked to Yoongi about this?” Irene questioned. It really was a decent question.

“I don’t want to ruin what we have. While it’s literally the most frustrating thing in the world…it’s nice.”

“But—if you go for Jackson, you’d be ruining it anyways. But at least you’d have a committed relationship,” Jisoo whispered as a group of your classmates walked by.

“Gosh, do I ever have a lot to think about…If Yoongi would only be straightforward instead of so goddamn frustrating.”

• • • • • •

You were seated across a small table from Yoongi in your most frequented bubble tea joint. He was on his laptop, working on some project, while you were reading a textbook and highlighting important passages.

Being in his company was nice, it calmed you, but you were still a little of edge. Yoongi’s knees brushed yours and his eyes would lift up to watch you every once in a while. He’d caught you staring at him once already today, as well. 

The rhythm the two of you got into that day was peaceful, but that was soon disturbed by your phone screen lighting up on the table beside your notebook. You were so concentrated that you didn’t notice it. 

But Yoongi did. 

There were two text messages on the screen, both from Jackson. 

The first one read, Hey, are we still on for our date tonight?

The second one read, Btw I’m glad you finally agreed to this.

“Y/N,” Yoongi got you attention, tapping your leg with one of his feet.

You took a headphone out but didn’t look up at him as you answered, “Hmm?”

“You’re texting Jackson,” he stated, pushing your phone towards you. When you read the messages, your face paled. You hadn’t told him that you were going out with Jackson later. 

“Yeah?”

“Why?” He asked, taking his headphones completely off and not looking away from you.

“Because he likes me?” You were honestly confused by this whole interaction. It shouldn’t have mattered to Yoongi what you were doing when you weren’t together. Because the two of you weren’t together. 

Yoongi closed his eyes for a second before opening them again and shaking his head. “Wait, are you dating other people?”

“Aren’t you?” You countered, dropping your highlighter in your book and giving Yoongi your full attention. 

“What?”

“Uhhh, what do you mean dating other people? We aren’t dating, Yoongi,” you attempted to clarify, knowing full well that this conversation was going nowhere. 

“We’re not?” He asked, looking simultaneously confused and hurt.

“No?”

“Hold on a second,” his voice got louder as he straightened up in his chair before continuing, “how in hell are we not dating?”

“Because we didn’t ever talk about it! You never asked me to be your girlfriend, so I just assumed that you wanted it to be casual,” you explained, scratching your head. 

Yoongi took a deep breath, trying to not yell since you were in a public place. “Well, I definitely don’t want you dating other people, thats’s for fuckin’ sure. I 100% haven’t seen anyone else since before my birthday. I’m sorry if that’s not what you want, but I want to be in a relationship with you.

Your mouth dropped open at his words. You were not expecting this. Yoongi had just assumed that the two of you were dating while you assumed that you two were just casual. This all could have been cleared up with better communication. “That’s what I want,” you whispered, shooting him small smile. 

“Good. Now tell Jackson because if anyone is taking you on a date tonight, it’s going to be me.”

• • • • • •

PART 2/2 

• • • • • •

MASTERLIST

[hquokkah]

Cookies, Love, and Burnt Cookies.

!! Contains some swearing !!

SKZ members decide to make cookies one day. The real question is, will it end up in disaster or utter chaos? Maybe both? Fic featuring OT8 members of Stray Kids! <3

......

“Have you gotten out all the ingredients yet Hyunjin...?!” Minho asked, pulling out a mixing bowl.

“Almost. I just can’t find the eggs! I swear I saw them yesterday.” Hyunjin replied, sticking his arm in the fridge as he moved items around to find the carton of eggs.

“Look harde- OW!” Minho yelled, accidently whacking his hand against the counter as he turned to face him.

“HAH! That’s for yelling at me.”

Minho rolled his eyes.

“We haven’t even started baking yet! And both of you are already at it.” Felix sighed.

“That’s his fault. He’s taking too long to find the eggs.”

“They’re not even in the fridge! You can’t yell at me if there’s no eggs to find!”

“Jokes on you, I have them with me~” Minho smirked.

 “YOU WHAT”

“I was just teasing Jinnie~ Now get over here, I think we have everything?”

“I think we do.” Felix glanced over everything just to be sure as Hyunjin made his way over grumbling.

“You look a lil grouchy. Is it because I woke you up instead of Jeongin since he had to go out?”

“You tickled me awakeee…” He whined. “Are we just making regular sugar cookies?”

“Yep! I thought maybe we could decorate them too! I bought some frosting for us.” Felix chirped, pulling out store-bought frosting from a shopping bag. “Here they are~” he said, smiling.

“I’ll set them down for you.” Minho said, taking the containers of frosting. “Should we start making them now, Felix?”

“Oh yes- Hyunjin could you pass me the flour?”

-- time skip bc cookies take time --

“Alright! Dough is done, Minho could you please find the cookie cutters? It’s in the storage room.”

While Minho was searching for it, Hyunjin divided the dough into three sections so each of the boys could do whatever they wanted with their share of the dough. He began playing around with his, tossing it like pizza dough.

“Hyunjin-”

“Yeah?”

“Be careful you don’t drop that on the floor. I dunno the last time we cleaned it.” Felix cautioned.

“Me? Drop it? Never…” Hyunjin laughed, tossing it above his head and catching it to prove his point. “See?”

Felix stared at him for a moment and then shrugged. “Okay then. Just be careful mate.”

“You got it bro--” Hyunjin’s dough fell on the floor with a smack.

He glanced at Felix quickly, who thankfully had his back turned. The boy darted to pick it up and dust it off quickly, blowing on it to get off any germs from the floor that could’ve collected, dumping it on the table just as Felix turned back around.

“You good? I thought I heard a thump.”

“O-Oh- that was....probably Minho. All’s good.”

“Really? Huh. I’ll go check on him.” He said, leaving the kitchen.

Once Felix was out of sight, Hyunjin stared at his dough with a disgusted look on his face.

“...What am I going to do with you..” He thought aloud, his nose scrunching as his finger poked it.

“A thump? Wasn’t me.”

“Oh really? That’s weird.”

His eyes widened at the sound of his approaching friends, arms flailing everywhere as he panicked. The doorknob was turning…

“We’re back!” Felix hummed, moving towards his spot from before. 

Hyunjin sat at the table, looking 100% calm as if nothing happened. “Find the cookie cutters, hyung?”

“It took some looking, but yeah, I did.”

“Perfect. Here’s your half of dough, by the way!”

“Thanks...”

“You’re Welcome.” Hyunjin smiled, facing him. His tone seemed a little too sweet.

He had traded his germy dough with Minho’s clean one-

I repeat: He traded his fallen dough with Minho’s clean dough last minute so he wouldn’t have it. 

Minho raised an eyebrow suspiciously at him, and Hyunjin could feel cold sweat forming before Minho turned his attention back on the cookie cutters.

“Wait...WE HAVE CAT COOKIE CUTTERS? I’m using them. They’re mine.”

“Are you going to make Soonie, Doongi, and Dori cookies?” Felix questioned.

“Of course I am!” He grabbed his dough and cut out 3 cat shaped cookies. 

Hyunjin just stared at them.

“Hyunjin! Hurry up so we can bake them already!” Minho patted his head and gave it a light flick.

“Right- pass me a cookie cutter please?”

After cutting the dough into shapes, the boys placed them on a baking sheet and put them into the oven.

“How long?”

“Er...Given the amount of cookies we have, I’d say fifteen minutes.”

“Oh good. I’m hungry…” Hyunjin sighed.

“Oooooh you’re making cookies?” A familiar voice sounded from the kitchen entrance. “Is there enough for me, hyungs?” Jisung ambled forwards to take a look at the oven.

“Yes. You can have Minho’s cookies.”

“Of course I will. As a matter of fact, I’ll have some of your cookies too, won’t I, Hyunjin. After all, who could resist my heart stopping handsomeness?”

“Handsomeness? Where?” Minho squinted and looked around the room.

“HA-” The clapping of hands and laughter were heard from Hyunjin. 

“Hyung…!” Jisung groaned, only to be enveloped by a pair of arms.

“You can have my cookies!” Felix laughed, squeezing Jisung into a tight hug. “Don’t listen to em! You’re handsome as hell.”

“Aw...thanks Lix.” Jisung hugged him back before turning his head.

“SEE! At least FELIX loves me!” 

“Oh yeah?! Well-Well- MINHO LOV-”

Minho stared at Hyunjin with a teasing disgusted look on his face. 

To which Hyunjin mirrored by looking him up and down and making a fake gagging sound.

“...Never mind. BUT I BET FELIX LOVES ME MORE!”

“NOOO!” Jisung tightened his grip on Felix and began to sway left and right.

“Lix loves me!”

“Ack! I love all of youuu~” Felix hummed, loving the hug he was getting. 

“What’s going on?” Changbin asked, coming in to set a used glass in the sink.

“They’re fighting over who I love more, I guess.”

“Wow, even Minho?”

“Of course not. It’s dumb because Felix loves me more than both of you combined!”

“That’s stupid, because he loves me more than all THREE of you combined!” Changbin smirked. 

“Tch. Sureee…”

Felix giggled at them. 

“How do we settle this?” Jisung asked, playfully trying to kiss Felix’s cheek.

“Er...Arm wrestling?” Binnie suggested.

“Arm wrestling…?!” Hyunjin repeated.

“Yeah…”

“Why arm wrestling? To compete for his love?”

“That’s all I could come up with! Do you  have anything better?”

Hyunjin bit his lip.

“That’s what I thought, Ratpunzel.”

“Hey, don’t call me that!”

“Alright, who wants to compete first?” Minho asked aloud.

“ME. MEMEME!” Jisung shouted, still latched around Felix.

“Alright. Jisung against Changbin.”

“I-” He swung his arms nervously. “Against Changbin? Uh- can I go against Jinnie instead-”

“Are you underestimating me?!”

“You’ll go against Changbin.” Minho smirked.

“Alright, lemme just-” Jisung dropped to the floor and started doing push ups.

“C’mon! I don’t got all day.”

“Bro chill! I’m trying to not break an arm over here, jesus!”

“You’re just a scared quokka.”

“NO!” Jisung pouted. “You’re about to cooked bacon meat once I beat you, pig.”

 “IT’S PIG RABBIT.”

“Okay, alien pig.” Jisung teased, taking a seat at the table with Changbin. 

Changbin put his arm in position, glaring at the man across from him with a smirk. “Let’s just see how this plays out, loser.”

Jisung flexed his arms to show off his beefy muscles, returning the smirk. “I’d be surprised if this pig could beat this.” He landed a kiss on his flexed arm and met his hand with Changbin’s.

“Pabbit versus Quokka.” Minho announced, standing beside them. “Shall we see who comes out as the victor and the loser? On three.” He placed a hand on their holding hands. “Three. Two....One!” He shouted, releasing his grasp.

“WAH!” Jisung squeaked, using his full on strength against Changbin, and getting...close to nowhere.

“Hehe!” Binnie giggled. “I can do this all day!”

Jisung grunted as he started using another hand to help himself out.

Changbin yawned.

“This....isn’t...fair!” Jisung whined. “Felix...I LOVE YOU, BABY-” He yelled, using every last inch of force he had, managing to turn Binnie’s arm to the opposing side farther.

“Hah. Hope you had fun~” Changbin slammed Jisungs arm against the table.

“AUGH!” The man fell off his chair onto the floor dramatically. “Avenge me…” He whispered, before faking dead.

“Pfft. You wish.” Minho laughed. “Alright Hyunjinnie, its you and me~”

“Save me.” Hyunjin sighed, taking Changbin’s spot as Minho took Jisung’s.

Both hands met, and this time Changbin counted down. “3...2...1!”

“ARGHHHH!!” Hyunjin yelled, using all his strength.

“You...sound like you’re...giving birth!” Minho snickered, also using his might.

“Maybe he is!!” Jisung called from the floor.

“SHUT...UP!”

“Im hurt, baby!”

“I’M NOT IN THE CURRENT POSITION TO CARE RIGHT NOW!”

Minho slowly started leaning into Hyunjin, who responded by scrunching his face. “Don’t distract me.” He whined.

Minho puckered his lips.

Hyunjin batted his eyelashes.

Minho leaned in.

“HELL NAW-” Hyunjin faltered as he reeled back, to which Minho used it as an opportunity to win.

“Oh sh-” The long haired man’s arm was an inch from hitting the table. He turned his head towards the blonde watching it all. “Felix...saranghae.” He flipped his hair and let himself lose, slumping against the table.

“Me versus you, are you going to surrender?” Minho said towards Changbin who stood behind him.

“No, but are you?”

“Never. Hyunjin move!”

Hyunjin still lay there fake dead.

“Felix, could you please take out the air fryer?”

Hyunjin jumped out of the chair.

“Pabbit, please take a seat.”

“You realize you’re pretty much half of me, right?”

“What do you mean?”

“I’m pig plus rabbit. …And you’re...rabbit.”

“Okay, and?”

“Everything you bully me about is directed towards yourself as well~”

Minho put on a poker face as he positioned his arm. “Then I’ll focus on the pig part of you.”

“PIG PART?!”

“On three.”

The younger sighed, matching his position.

“Two. One.”

Changbin was doing relatively well, and looked up to see his competitor’s face.

Minho’s face was point blank and staring at him intensely, seemingly without blinking.

“GAH- Hyung, you’re scary…”

“Are you going to cry wee wee wee all the way home?”

“I’m going to cry wee wee wee at my victory.”

-Bang.-

“Ouch.” The elder rubbed his arm. “Okay, Okay you win.”

“YES! EHEH.” Changbin rose up and ran towards the blonde, both giggling as Binnie gave him a tight hug. “I LOVE YOU MORE THAN ALL OF THEM!!”

“I can’t believe you guys held a whole arm wrestling competition.” Felix smiled. “I LOVE YOU BROS!”

Jisung got up and made a heart shape symbol with his arms. “BABY I LOVE YOU TOO.”

“I LIKE YOU GUYS A LOT.” Minho shouted.

“I LOVE YOU ALL.” Hyunjin screamed, joining in.

“I LOVE ALL OF YOUUU” Changbin yelled.

“WHAT ARE YOU KIDS SCREAMING FOR, WE’RE GONNA GET KICKED OUT!” Chan yelled, looking like he awoke from a nap with his messy hair all fluffed up. Father mode on.

He was followed by a sleepy Seungmin, sniffing the air. “Are you guys making something? It smells really burnt in here.”

Everyone in the baking group froze…and turned to the oven…

To which smoke was escaping out from.

“HOLY SHIT-” Jisung screamed.

Minho ran to the oven. “MY SOONIE, DOONGI, DORI COOKIES!”

“WAIT, TURN IT OFF FIRST” 

Gray smoke billowed out of the appliance, the cookies burnt to crisp along with some small fires lit on it.

Hyunjin screamed, just as the fire alarms of the entire house turned on, blaring loudly. 

Chan ran towards Minho, and began waving his arms to let the smoke fly away, but accidently smacked the second oldest’s face, causing him to drop half the cookies on the floor.

“MATE WATCH OUT-” Felix shouted, warning Chan who was able to dodge in time.

Changbin picked up a fallen cookie. “I don’t think they’re edible anymore.”

“Well, no SHIT, Sherlock.” Seungmin said, watching everything go down and eating some of the store bought frosting Felix bought.

“Don't EAT that!” Hyunjin yelled, smacking Binnie’s hand. 

“I WASN’T- Wait is this one of Minho’s cookies? It’s cat shaped.”

Hyunjin stared at it. “It is...lucky his burned. I dropped the dough on the floor and gave it to him. I was waiting for him to eat it.”

“You did what!” Changbin said in shock.

“TOOK THE WORDS RIGHT OUT OF MY MOUTH.” Minho called back. “HYUNJIN!”

“UH- I ACCIDENTLY MIXED OUR DOUGHS UP...WHOOPS…”

“I’M GOING TO MAKE YOU EAT THESE BURNED COOKIES ON THE FLOOR.”

“NO!” Hyunjin backed away, bumping to Seungmin who dropped the can of icing and spilled it on him.

“NOO! I LOVE THIS SHIRT.” 

“You should’ve watched where you were going!” Jisung laughed.

“Well! Watch what you say!” Picking up the blue frosting can, he scooped some into his hand and swiped it on Jisung’s face, Hyunjin snickered. “Bluesung is making a comeback.”

Jisung licked his frosting covered lips. “Bluesung is also sweeter than before. Give my sweet lips a kiss!” He ran towards Hyunjin, who ran away. “WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS?!”

“I JUST WANT A KISS!”

Hyunjin screamed as the chase continued.

“Guys! The cookies are still burning-”

“CHAN! YOUR PANTS ARE ON FIRE!” Minho yelled, nodding at the knee of his pants.

“THEY’RE WHAT-” Chan began smacking his pants, desperately trying to unlight them.

“HYUNG, TAKE OFF YOUR PANTS.” Minho shouted.

“WAIT, WAIT, WAIT, YOU WANT ME TO WHAT?”

“TAKE THEM OFF!” Minho and Felix chorused as the flame got bigger.

“FOR HEAVEN'S SAKE, TAKE THEM OFF OR GET BURNED ALIVE, CHAN-”

Bang Chan fumbled with the buttoning of his pants, to which Minho ended up quickly yanking them off him instead as Felix pulled him back.

“I GOT THIS!” Changbin yelled, grabbing a water bottle and splashing its contents towards them. 

It splashed Felix in the face instead, the blonde boy releasing Chan and falling backwards into the trash can in surprise.

“UH I’LL GET SOMETHING ELSE.” Binnie turned around and grabbed what Seungmin held, thinking he was trying to help.

“WAIT-”

Pink frosting now coated Minho and Chan.

“Bro your aim sucks.” Seungmin said, watching a chunk of frosting slip off Minho’s nose. “I’ve got to take a picture of this…” He snickered.

Minho clicked his tongue. “Come here puppy, want a treat?” Grabbing another frosting can with a green tint, he started throwing the sticky contents at the younger.

“Uh. A LITTLE HELP?” Felix yelped, the trash can having fallen on the floor and taking Felix with it.

“We got you! You’ll be out soon, I promise-” Chan comforted, both him and Changbin trying to yank Felix out.

There was a twisting of the dorm room’s knob.

“...Guys, I’m-” The maknae started, before hearing the still blasting fire alarms. Dropping his bag, he ran to the kitchen entrance to see-

Hyunjin trying to shove blue frosting covered Jisung away from him as he was trapped in a corner, Minho pelting Seungmin with green frosting and Seungmin tossing sprinkles, Felix stuck in their trash can, with Changbin tugging on it, and a PANTLESS leader pulling Felix’s arms. On the floor was Chan’s pants with a small flame lighting it, surrounded by coal looking cookies and a smoking oven.

Jeongin took a step back, before running out the apartment and slamming the door shut. After a minute, he slowly opened the door and went back to where he last stood, taking in the same scene once more.

“These hyungs…”

[thomas-mvller]

Tag games x 283129

Hello everyone so uh lately i've started to be more active on my music sideblog which means i've been hearting stuff like crazy for the past couple of months aka all the things i've been tagged in has been buried under all that nonsense SO because i hate leaving things undone i thought on doing them all at once and tagging a bunch of people so they can get a little distraction by doing them (as in, not all of them but whichever they might want to do)

Again: you do not have to do all of them, not even one if you don't feel like doing so! there's a game for everyone so hey!

Tagging: @havertsz @foreverbayern @germanynts @sherlockisonfire @debushit @sadiiomane10 @miasanmuller @elishamanning @abcde-fc @bbjim @littletentaclemonster @tamtam-elizabeth @minimalloss @pearfight and whoever wants to do this! if you see it, consider yourself tagged >:))

Alright, here we go:

1) I was tagged by @/tamtam-elizabeth and @/sadiiomane10 to post a capture of my lockscreen, homescreen and last song i listened to. Thank you both <3

I used to be very annoying when it came to changing my lock/homescreen so now i just don’t do that often anymore (previous to that my homescreen was a pic of lfc winning ucl OBVIOUSLY) also i haven’t really been listening to music lately but i did have a depeche mode phase like two weeks ago and this was the song i replayed the most so hey!

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2) “Get to know me” tag

Tagged by the always thoughtful @/tamtam-elizabeth , thank you and i’m sorry for taking so long ;-; <3

Name: Cloud

Birthday: sometime in november

Zodiac Sign: scorpio

Height: 5′4′’ or 1.65 (last time i checked..... which was like seven years ago)

Hobbies: lately it has been sewing facemasks 😂 that aside i like watching movies, random videos on yt, baking and crafting sometimes

Favorite colors: black, red and teal

Favorite Book: don’t think i have one :o

Last Song Listened to: barrel of a gun by depeche mode

Last Movie Watched: currently watching prince of egypt. if that doesn’t count then ben hur 😂

Inspiration or Muse: i really don’t know what to say here 😂

Dream Job: i still haven’t given up to my goal but at this point i just want a job that gives me stability and zero worries

Reason Behind my URL: Thomas Müller (German pronunciation: [ˈtoːmas ˈmʏlɐ]; born 13 September 1989) is a German professional footballer who plays for Bundesliga club Bayern Munich. A versatile player, Müller plays as a midfielde- okay no in all seriousness yess this url is bc of a football player 😂

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3) Ten songs playlist tag

Tagged by the joy that is @/foreverbayern and the always sweetest @/havertsz . thank youuuuu <3

Rules: We’re snooping through your playlist. Put your entire music library on shuffle and list the first 10 songs and then choose 10 victims.

Some months ago I made the mistake of transfering the songs i had in my old computer to my current laptop and there are some stuff that just........ should not be acknowledged so i can’t do shuffle HOWEVER i will choose ten random songs i’ve listened to/discovered this year (technically speaking is the same) so here it is:

art-i-ficial by x-ray spex

sunny afternoon by the kinks

desire lines by lush

paper cuts by incubus

pure love by hayley williams

spirit by bauhaus

no one knows by screaming trees

let’s love by suho

all we need is a dream by cheap trick

cosmonauts by fiona apple

bonus: you’re so close by peter murphy (god i adore this song)

I wouldn’t be surprised if these aren’t your cup of tea tbh 😂

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4) “Core aesthetic” tag

Tagged by @/havertsz - i’m sorry for the delay ;-; and thank you <3

rules: search your name + "core aesthetic" on pinterest, get a moodboard & select a few photos that come up

i can’t really use pinterest so i googled it instead, as you might’ve guessed this is what i got 😂

ps: i’ve been informed not to use pinterest so if you wish follow this post’s indications

ah this is so pretty, i loved doing this!

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5) 

Tagged by @/germanynts @/havertsz and @/elishamanning to do this tag, thank you all <3

rules: describe yourself with pictures you already have saved. no downloading or searching for new ones. then tag 10 people.

if you want further explanations for each pic... ask ahead 😂

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6) “bold what applies” tag

Tagged by the always enJoyable @/foreverbayern, thank yoooou <3

rules: bold what applies to you and tag a bunch of people

- Appearance

I am over 5’5 // I wear glasses/contacts // I have blonde hair // I prefer loose clothing over tight clothing // I have one or more piercings (had three...) // I have at least one tattoo // I have blue eyes // I have dyed or highlighted my hair // I have gotten plastic surgery // I have or had braces // I sunburn easily // I have freckles // I paint my nails // I typically wear makeup // I don’t often smile // I am pleased with how I look  // I prefer Nike to Adidas // I wear baseball caps backwards

- Hobbies and interests

I play a sport // I can play an instrument // I am artistic // I know more than one language // I have won a trophy in some sort of competition // I can cook or bake without a recipe // I know how to swim // I enjoy writing // I can do origami // I prefer movies to tv shows // I can execute a perfect somersault // I enjoy singing // I could survive in the wild on my own // I have read a new book series this year // I enjoy spending time with my friends // I travel during school or work breaks // I can do a handstand

Relationships

I am in a relationship // I have been single for over a year // I have a crush  // I have a best friend I have known for ten years // my parents are together // I have hooked up with my best friend // I am adopted // My crush has confessed to me // I have a long-distance relationship // I am an only child // I give advice to my friends // I have made an online friend // I met up with someone I have met online

- Aesthetic

I have heard the ocean in a conch shell // I have watched the sunrise // I enjoy rainy days // I have slept under the stars // I meditate outside // the sound of chirping calms me // I enjoy the smell of the beach // I know what snow tastes like // I listen to music to fall asleep (i did that for a long time and i sicnerely don’t recommend it) // I enjoy thunderstorms // I enjoy cloud watching // I have attended a bonfire (quick story time: one time when i was 12 my friends and i sneaked into our seniors’ school anniversary activities and they lit this huge bonfire near the football field, it was nuts) // I pay close attention to colours // I find mystery in the ocean (spoopy shit) // I enjoy hiking on nature paths // Autumn is my favourite season

- Miscellaneous

I can fall asleep in moving vehicles // I am the mom friend // I live by a certain quote(s) // I like the smell of sharpies // I am involved in extracurricular activities // I enjoy Mexican food // I can drive a stick-shift // I believe in true love // I make up scenarios to fall asleep // I sing in the shower // I wish I lived in a video game // I have a canopy above my bed // I am multiracial // I am a redhead // I own at least 3 dogs

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my god this is getting embarassing i had stuff long due ;-;

7) 

Tagged by @/tamtam-elizabeth. think you for thanking on me when doing tag games, i mean it :-: <3

How old are you?: 24

Surgeries?: one

Tattoos?: none yet ://

Ever hit a deer?: i have never seen one so... no 😂

Sang karaoke?: yeah... years ago 😂

Ice skated?: nope

Ridden a motorcycle?: had the chance but nope

Ridden in an ambulance?: nope

Skipped school?: a handful of times

Stayed in a hospital?: for a few hours

Broken bones?: nope

Last phone call?: i haven’t called anyone in ages 😂

Last text from?: my mom

Pepsi or coke?: coke but i don’t mind having pepsi

Favorite pie?: haven’t had one

Favorite pizza?: chorizo + corn + red pepper

Favorite season?: autumn

Received a ticket?: don’t even know how to drive

Favorite color?: black, red and teal

Sunset or sunrise?: both!

Favorite Christmas song?: don’t think i have one, maybe universe by exo?

Cupcakes or cookies?: uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh good q, cookies?

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8) “find your match” tag game

Tagged by @/tamtam-elizabeth, you’re allowed to punch me in the face at this point

Rules:

Take the test

Reblog this post with what type you got

Tag 7 mutuals to do the same!

I got the Dreamer and my ideal partner would be The Innovator ?)

Seek out opportunities to collaborate with INNOVATOR types, who combine your lofty idealism with a focus on pragmatic solutions. The grounding energy of the INNOVATOR can inspire you to apply your imagination to real-world change.

that’s deep fam 😂 but okay!

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9) “get to know me tag”

Tagged by: @/littletentaclemonster . thank you and sorry for the delay ;-; <3

nickname: cloud zodiac: scorpio height: 5′4″ / 1.65 last movie I saw: can you believe i managed to watch another thing while making this? anyway it was The celluloid closet last thing I googled: block site extension favorite musician: as of right now? depeche mode song stuck in my head: you’re so close by peter murphy other blogs: @/brltpop and @/s-lay-ing amount of sleep: as long as i can get (usually 7 or 8) lucky numbers: don’t think i have one dream job: whatever gives me stability what am I wearing: pajamas  favorite food: chinese, mexican and italian language: which ones do i know? spanish and english somewhat. i want to learn japanese and german :c can I play an instrument: nope favorite song: atm is YOU’RE SO CLOSE (8) random fact: my nails usually grow sort of square except for my thumb and index fingers, they grow round for whatever reason describe yourself in aesthetic things: ?????????? idk man, messy room? loose clothes? football? cd’s on a shelf, posters on the walls ?????

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MY GOD WHY AM I LIKE THIS????????? 

10)

Tagged by @/littletentaclemonster you too can punch me in the face

Rules: Bold the statements that apply to you, italicize your aspirations, then tag nine people.

AIR: I have small hands • I love the night sky • I watch small animals and birds when I pass them by • I drink herbal tea • I wake to see dawn • The smell of dust is comforting • I’m valued for being wise • I prefer books to music • I meditate • I find joy in learning new truths from the world around me

FIRE: I don’t have straight hair • I like to wear ripped jeans • I play an organized sport  • I love dogs • I am not afraid of adventure • I love to talk to strangers • I always try new foods • I enjoy road trips • Summer is my favorite season • My radio is always playing

WATER: I wear bracelets on my wrists • I love the bustle of the city • I have more than one set of piercings • I read poetry • I love the sound of a thunderstorm • I want to travel the world • I sleep past midday most days • I love dimly lit diners and fluorescent signs • I rewatch kids’ shows out of nostalgia • I see emotions in colors not words

EARTH: I wear glasses/contacts • I enjoy doing the laundry • I am a vegetarian • I have an excellent sense of time • My humor is very cheerful • I am a valued advisor to my friends • I believe in true love • I love the chill of mountain air • I’m always listening to music • I am highly trusted by the people in my life

AETHER: I go without makeup in my daily life • I make my own artwork • I keep on track of my tasks and time • I always know true north • I see beauty in everything (sort of) • I can always smell flowers • I smile at everyone I pass by • I always fear history repeating itself • I have recovered from a mental disorder • I can love unconditionally

Water an aether huh, i don’t know what to do with this information 😂

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if you ask me i would very much appreciate it if you do the songs playlist tag bc i need recommendations thanks. Also massive apologies to the ones that were due since last year I had them in my drafts i swear!

Stay safe everyone :D

[almaasi]

reaction post typed while watching Good Omens (ALL OF IT)

my favourite novel is now my favourite mini-series and IT’S SO BEAUTIFUL

under the cut: a very long, spoilery six-episode reaction to MY NEW FAVOURITE THING EVER

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may 31st 07:36pm nz

i posted my episode 1 reaction a couple hours ago but that got ZERO NOTES so i assume people are either avoiding spoilers or aren’t interested, which is fine, but i’m just gonna put all my reactions in one big post so anyone who IS interested doesn’t have to read 6 separate posts c:

edit june 1st 04:08am: btw i watched using a free trial on amazon prime, which i’m pretty sure is worldwide. soooo if yOU WANT TO WATCH THIS, YOU CAN, FOR FREE

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EPISODE 1: In the Beginning

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04:03pm

idk how much i’m gonna type, whether i’ll post a reaction to the entire thing in one post....... or how much i’ll end up watching right now

kinda want to spread it out and save it as a treat for after i’ve done some writing

but right now i wanna watch before writing

so maybe i’ll do one ep, write something, then return to this?

edit: aahhaha that didn’t happen

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04:04pm

I’M SO EXCITED

I’VE BEEN WAITING SO LONG

well... since 2011 when i first read the book

but regardless it’S BEEN 84 YEARS

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04:05

okay first off i did not know amazon prime did adverts at the start of their videos. so i was like SINCE WHEN WAS CHILDISH GAMBINO/DONALD GLOVER IN GOOD OMENS

and then

yeah

no

either way i thought it was a good opening

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W A R

NING

cool cool cool cool cool

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omg i’m used to where the netflix full-screen button is, and on amazon prime that’s the “next episode” button so i gotta be real careful

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dear god my video quality is TERRIBLE

i.......... i might torrent this show and watch it offline

this is horrendous i can’t see a damn thing

i have never seen pixels this big

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04:11

okay the quality calmed down after a minute

i loooove the intro, i love that it’s basically word for word from the book

i feel like i’d find it funnier if i hadn’t read the book 3 months ago

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also? god is a woman? yes

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04:13

is it just me or does the snek have a slightly david tennant-esque quality about it

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i’m so happy adam and eve are black

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04:17

omfg. aziraphale said “ineffable” and now CRAWLEY’S CHECKING HIM OUT TRYING TO SEE IF HE HAS ANY JUNK

WOW

...or y’know, looking for a flaming sword. SAME FUCKING THING.

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also i looove how FLUFFY azi is

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azi: “do hope i didn’t do the wrong thing”

i fucking love them both uhrgughhhuhuhughuhhh

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04:21

small sob for cuteness

umbella wings

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04:23

in the opening titles, crowley just stopped a spaceship and aziraphale turned it into fish

i feel like that was a douglas adams reference and i’m on board

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04:25

the entire time i read the book, up until i saw video promos of this show, i thought “crowley” was said the same way as spn’s “crowley”, as in “crahwlee”

not “crOhwlee”

i definitely like that they’re different though

both probably named after aleister crowley tbh. all of whom are queer.

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THOSE SWAYING HIPS

i haven’t found david tennant attractive in about 9 years but WHOOOP HELLO AGAIN

somehow attractive for entirely different reasons than before. like. my taste changed but tHEN

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i’m on crowley’s side, taking down a cellphone network is VERY ANNOYING

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04:35

crowley: shitshitshitshithsit

:D

i can’t wait for aziraphale’s big swear

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04:37

i miss eating sushi

sushi was great

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04:43

this baby delivery thing is sTRESSFUL

“aaaaurthurrrrr”

nooo

poor lady

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04:45

“little toesie woesies”

where’s the sister mary loquacious fan club and where do i sign up

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i’m glad they colour-coded the babies and did the playing card explanation because this part of the book always tied my brain in knots

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05:00

this is reminding me how utterly gross england is

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“MY POINT IS............. DOLPHINS”

YES

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05:06

see in the book

i never once realised that the nanny was crowley in disguise

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05:11

digging the snake tattoo sideburns

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05:14

and yeah the short hair looks good

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05:15

fINALLY crowley called azi “angel”

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05:17

crowley: “oh no no don’t do your magic act, pleeease”

the magic act scene is one of my fave parts of the book <3

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05:20

aw man they cut out the best part

i mean i get why

the kids shouted a bunch of gay slurs at aziraphale

and there were no secret service people with guns

but aw mannn

AND THEY CUT OUT THE BIT WITH THE DEAD DOVE AND CROWLEY BRINGS IT BACK TO LIFE FOR AZIRAPHALE

THAT WAS MY SINGLE FAVOURITE BIT OF THE BOOK

AND IT’S GONE

;C

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OH WAIT

THERE’S THE DOVE

OH GOOD

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aw man aziraphhale just brought it back himself

i liked it better in the book

they sat on the steps outside and crowley comforted azi and took the dove and fixed it for him, and then it flew off

idk i just had such a perfect image of that moment in my mind and this was..... good but not the same at all

could be gayer

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05:27

good dog

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05:28

crowley: *snifsnif* something’s changed

aziraphale: “oh it’s a new cologne, my barber suggeste--”

crowley: “no no i know what you smell like”

gayyyyyyyyyy <3

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05:31

okay that’s ep 1 watched!!! i’ll watch more maybe later tonight :D

ENJOYING THIS SO FAR

not as gay as expected ........YET

needs 400% more “angel” and “dear”

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EPISODE 2: The Book

07:42pm

pillar of salt guy: “something smells evil”

the fact crowley smells evil and yet aziraphale likes his company regardless says a lot

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07:49

fully expected crowley to say “i didn’t fall, i sauntered vaguely downwards”

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07:50

iiiii’m finding the narrator a little annoying

maybe it’s because i read the book so i know what’s going on

but saying “he has four items to deliver in his van. he works for this postage company and he’s making his first delivery in a formal warzone”.... idk i feel like all of those things could be shown visually? saying it rather than showing it probably saved seven seconds of airtime, but damn

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07:56

i wonder if the narrator was a later addition to this, for new audience clarity? the script for god just seems a little stilted, idk

edit: i kind of got used to it, but it was still jarring, which i’m sure was the opposite of the intended effect

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08:09

the saddest newt

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08:13

she’s kind of exactly how i imagined her in the book

and definitely my fave next to aziraphale and crowley

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08:17

i feel so bad for crowley’s plants

poor babies

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08:19

for some reason i imagined her as a redhead. kind of more like mrs weasley

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08:33

these wee children......... so soft.......... so smol

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08:25

v happy with the casting for pepper

tiny downside is that we lose another redhead

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08:29

i find the kids’ conversations hilarious because they’re the same age as harry potter when he goes to hogwarts the first time

idk if this is what eleven year olds are like in real life, but when i read the book i did feel distinctly like they spoke like eight year olds

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08:35

crowley: “i like spooky. big spooky fan, me”

he just sounds like the tenth doctor

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08:36

YEEE FINALLY CROWLeY DOING NICE THINGS FOR AZIRAPHALE

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08:48

"you know, crowley, i’ve always said that deep down you really are a--”

“SHUT IT”

DON’T YOU CALL HIM NICE YOU PRETTY BASTARD

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loquacious: “sorry to break up an intimate moment”

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08:45

i imagined anathema’s tripod thing to be about 5 feet tall, not a cute little knee-high thing

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08:48

freddie mercury: BIIIII CYCLE

BIIIIIIII CYCLE

yeah i was waiting for that

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crowley: “get in, angel”

HE MURMURED

DON’T MURMUR YOUR TERMS OF ENDEARMENT noo

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09:00

end of episode 2!!! i freaking loved aziraphale vs the book <3

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the credits for this ep credit konnie huq as someone named pam but idk who that is? i had a crush on konnie huq as a kid when she was a presenter on “blue peter”

OH WAIT RIGHT the lady on the breakfast show on crowley’s tv. aw such a small part. hoping we’ll see her again later

edit: nope. might rewatch that part to pay more attention. obviously i didn’t even recognise her after like.. 15 years

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EPISODE 3: Hard Times

09:05pm

brb gotta get some food

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09:14

and now i wait for food

EPISODE THREE LET’S GO

is this the one that’s just crowley and azi’s backstory?

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09:16

i can’t even put my finger on why but he’s getting more attractive

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09:21

ah yes

aziraphale is eating shellfish and trying to tempt crowley

“oh... that’s your job”

i love this part of their dynamic

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09:29

i adore when crowley makes aziraphale smile <3

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09:43

SAUNTERED VAGUELY DOWNWARDS

YEE

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i like seeing how crowley’s sunglasses differ throughout history

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09:36

“if they knew i’d been... fraternising”

this is such a forbidden romance i love ittttt

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09:49

CROWLEY SAVED THE BOOKS

and SOFT VIOLIN PLAYS

THIS IS A FUCKING LOVE STORY

k this is my favourite part of the show so far <3

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09:50

this angel just fell in love

right in that moment

i see cartoon hearts around him

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09:54

just had to pause for a second bc there was some broccoli in my tea :c

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09:56

awwwwwwwwwwwwww 

he got him holy waterrrrrrr

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UNIVERSAL ANGLE OF HETEROSEXUAL LONGING

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definitely feeling a lot of “NOW KISS” right about now

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09:59

LAUGHING BECAUSE THE OPENING CREDITS ARE LITERALLY HALFWAY INTO THE EPISODE

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10:03

throughout the entire book azi just came across as the kind of person who wore glasses even though glasses were never once mentioned

I AM GLAD TO SEE GLASSES

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10:12

i like this colour palette and the gold in their makeup

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10:27

“we can go off together”

omg the world’s ending and crowley’s all RUN AWAY WITH MEEE

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10:31

okay then

good eyelashes

edit: i also like how their relationship was explained with a simple tap on the wrist: hurry up, you’re on the clock, i’m a sex worker, finish your call because i’m leaving

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10:32

episode three DONE

these eps don’t feel long enough

maybe that means the pacing is just right? who knows

i feel like i should be doing something other than watching this but..... why

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EPISODE 4: Saturday Morning Funtime

10:48pm

aziraphale is SOFT and he’s perfect like that <3

fuck u gabriel and your body shaming

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10:53

i want delivery guy to be okay BUT I READ THE BOOK

so............... i know he will be...... eventually

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10:55

how did they get photographs taken in the 1600s

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oh gabriel’s eyes ARE purple, i thought i was seeing them wrong

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11:02

“maud i love you”

noo ho hoooo

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11:09

a little douglas adams, definitely

BUT NO PEPPER POT DALEK

AWW

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11:10

the season is very much jumping between summer and autumn

though i suppose that’s the point, tadfield is just perfect

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11:12

“which the internet has begun to refer to as the kracken”

i wonder if good omens inadvertently inspired me to write The Wireless a couple of years back. wouldn’t be surprising

edit: no, couldn’t have, because the internet wasn’t much of a thing (or a thing at all?) in the book, given its publish date

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11:20

that’s a v nice dress/top combo

gosh she’s so pretty

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11:30

crowley: “we can run away together!!! alpha centauri!!!”

aw baby

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crowley: “i’m going home, angel! i’m getting my stuff, and i am leaving. and when i am up in the stars, i won’t even think about you!!”

THAT WAS A V SAD BREAKUP NOOOOO

why has there not been a single “dear” yet :c

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11:37

oh no, this part

i loved this in the book but i am NOT READY for maggots

damn you gaiman

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11:39

he’s so cute

and so gay

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11:42

uriel: “don’t think your boyfriend in the dark glasses will get you special treatment in hell”

he looks kinda delighted uriel called crowley his boyfriend

i would say he looks worried but this shot was used without context in the trailer and it came across as genuine joy, i actually thought he was looking at crowley

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11:46

i thought it was a strange throne before

a spider at the centre of a web

dark halo

yeah

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11:51

oh now she’s a redhead???

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also i’m glad they implied newt and anathema just kissed because the sex thing was weird in the book

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okay never mind

hmm

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12:05

aziraphale: “oh.................ffffUCK.”

YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAH

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12:07

oh no

it’s happening

oh no

i hate this part but i love what happens because of it

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12:29am

i have eaten and now i have tea and i am back from MORE BOOKSHOP FIRE

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EPISODE 5: The Doomsday Option

12:31

nuuuuuuuuuu

and “you’re my best friend” playing while crowley’s tryna call azi

nuuuuuu

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“somebody killed my best friend”

jfhsdfjsdj

/sobs

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12:36

freddie mercury: “somebody find me somebody tooo ooo looove”

edit: the narration WRECKED this. it was so dramatic and visually emotional but the voiceover completely screwed with it and it was SO UNNECESSARY.

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12:46

crowley: “i lost my best friend”

he says, while crying, while talking to that friend

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THE ONE BOOK HE WANTS IS THE ONE CROWLEY SAVED

THEY’RE SO FUCKING BEAUTIFUL TOGETHER

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azi wanted to share crowley’s body

and then said they had to get a wiggle on

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12:52

they cut out the hell’s angels / lesser horsemen

i figured they would, but still a shame

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1:54

in the book tracy’s “spirit guide” was native american but daaaaaamn that part really needed to go

now she’s irish which is... better, probably

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01:01

ron: “SHUT. UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUP”

this guy’s having the time of his life

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01:03

he wave

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01:05

1926 bentley; sexiest car right next to the ‘67 chevy impala

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01:08

omg gotta translate and explain the road

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01:13

OH NO the maggots are about to happen

they changed the placement of this but it worked for the pacing

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OH NO

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k well the maggots were gross but not as bad as i imagined

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01:31

omg the dog turned upside down rather than be picked up

i wonder if that was intentional

dog: I DO NOT WANT UP

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01:34

pfff he’s reading “american gods” by neil gaiman

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01:44am

10/10 flaming car

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EPISODE 6: The Very Last Day of the Rest of Their Lives

01:51am

here we go...

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01:55

azi so happy that crowley said the dress suits him <3

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01:57

rip bentley

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01:59

aziraphale: “we are here to lick some serious butt!!”

crowley: “kick!! kick, aziraphale, for heaven’s sake”

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02:06

i freaking love the parallel between the Them and the horsemen in the book

and i love that they did face shots to show the parallel

pepper = war

wensleydale = famine

brian = pollution

adam = death

the parallel is less clear for brian and wensleydale, at least in the show. was more obvious in the book. but at the same time i kind of got confused between them a lot, brian was always eating, but wensleydale was named after cheese

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02:14

pepper: “i do not endorse everyday sexism”

/STOMPS ON WAR’S FOOT

YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH

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02:25

shadwell: “anyone who wants ta get ta the hoore of babylon will have to get past me”

earlier anathema said “boyfriend”

may i point out that all the adults are paired up

shadwell & madame tracy

newt & anathema

......and....

aziraphale and crowley

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0:28

crowley: “we are FUCKED”

these two need a holiday

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azi: “come up with something... or.... or i’ll never talk to you again”

he knows crowley loves him aww

perfect blackmail material

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02:32

they went from trying to kill him to being his gay angel parents real quick

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02:35

thought they were holding hands for a second there

edit: regardless, a whole damn airfield and they’re 2cm apart

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02:39

happy ending for the postman, hooray~

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crowley about the bookshop, softly: “it burned down. remember? you can stay at my place”

awwWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW

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02:42

CROWLEY GOT HIS CAR BACK AND YET HE TOOK A TAXI

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02:45

anathema: “why is your car called dick turpin?”

newt: “dick turpin is a famous highwayman. it’s called dick turpin because everywhere it goes, it holds up traffic”

i laughed

this wasn’t in the book and i always wondered

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02:51

i wonder if holy water wouldn’t burn him because he’s too good

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03:00

gabriel: “don’t talk to me about the greater good, sunshine, i’m the angel fucking gabriel”

really enjoying these swears

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03:03

i thought so

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03:30am

paused for a bit to get ready for bed

i thought it was after 4am but nope

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“there would be other summers, but not one like this. not ever again”

that genuinely makes me emotional

i think that’s why it’s my favourite book, i can relive that summer with them

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03:35

omg

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OH MY GOD

WAIT

THEY

OH MY GOD

THEY WEREN’T IMMUNE, THEY JUST SWAPPED PLACES

HOLY SHIT

edit: THIS WAS NOT IN THE BOOK AND IT’S BRILLIANT AND I’M GLAD IT’S HERE

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crowley: “let me tempt you to a spot of lunch?

azi: “~temptation accomplished~!”

THEY’RE SO STINKING CUTE

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“just enough of a bastard to be worth knowing”

perfect

STILL NO USE OF “DEAR” THOUGH AND IT’S KILLING ME

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that ending with the bird made me teary-eyed

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credits: BENEDICT CUMBERBATCH AS SATAN

WOW

OKAY

AKSFJDSF /snorts

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the end credits and the song i just wanna bawl my eyes out

i loved this so much and i’m so glad it was GOOD

i loved that they added so many people of colour. in the book i imagined crowley played by alexander siddig (star trek: deep space 9 era) but i guess david tennant makes a pretty good crowley too

i’m trying not to be upset that my favourite scene with the dove and aziraphale’s affectionate use of “dear” was taken out

but 

this was damn good regardless. even gayer in places than in the book

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this nightingale song is my new favourite song

i never got the reference before

“and as we kissed and said goodnight, an nightingale sang in berkeley square:

GAY

SO GAY

i love

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the end of the credits “For Terry”

ACTUAL OUT LOUD SOBBING

TERRY YOU WOULD’VE LOVED THIS

NEIL DID YOU PROUD

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oh this was so beautiful

i’m gonna watch it again with my family probably within the week. i’m so emotionally tender now

azIRAPHALE WAS SO FLUFFY AND CROWLEY WAS SO NICE ABOUT THE BOOKS

ugh i love them more than ever

anathema...... i don’t know if i relate to her, want to be her, look up to her, want her to mentor me, live with her, or find her attractive. maybe all of the above. but she was freaking PERFECT. PE R F E CT 

the casting was so... just right. thank you casting people for anathema.

like... i also didn’t mind the newt/anathema thing so much now. it was hard to tell in the book how much of a relationship they had after, but that smile she gave while lying in bed the morning after, that worked, it said a lot. and i like that it was her choice to burn the prophecy sequel rather than newt’s suggestion

gabriel was amusing. like.. i’m glad he wasn’t in the book. but he was great here. also really like michael and uriel. uriel was so damn beautiful.

i also would really have liked to see a mention of the fact crowley and aziraphale are both agender and potentially asexual. not even a hint of it here. buuuuuut it guess i know from the book. so.

my favourite episode was of course episode 3 with crowley and aziraphale’s 6000 year backstory. especially the 1940s bit where crowley saved the books <3

this show was was less confusing than the book too. ugh it was done so well

OH

we didn’t see where the soldier guy went when aziraphale zapped him away!!! in the book he reappeared safely back home and went out to see his family. to be fair i don’t know whether he died and went to heaven, but it was a nice thing to happen

and they took out the Them’s bully/rival gang, who was led by the third baby from the baby swap, and who won awards for his tropical fish. at least that’s what i remember. which meant the parallel about heaven/hell being rival gangs was lost here. but the parallel between the horsemen and the them was stronger than ever and i loved that.

look, i mean, 10 out of 10, EASY.

favourite thing? yes. yes, absolutely.

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shoutout to the one time i wrote a Good Omens/Destiel crossover fic The Angel Cake Challenge

IT’S 04:02am THIS TOOK ME 12 HOURS

04:40am AND FORTY MINUTES TO EDIT

congrats if you made it to the end of this!!! thank you for reading <3 AND GO WATCH THE SHOW IF YOU HAVEN’T ALREADY

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iasip s3 rated by macdennis content

The Gang Finds a Dumpster Baby: Dennis chides Mac for littering and not caring about the environment... Mac agrees to check out the global warming movie he watched bc Dennis kept talking about it even though everyone else was annoyed by it... they really are in love huh. 5.5/10

The Gang Gets Invincible: Mac and Dennis decide to try out for the Eagles because they want to figure out who’s the better football player. “Lincoln Field, baby!” This should be a generic ‘Two Bros Compete Over Sports Thing’ plot but Mac and Dennis are like... really gay about it. They mock Dee together for wanting to try out too and they’re being very misogynistic but the way they laugh at her is so cute. Mac leans in very closely to Dennis’ face when talking about how Dee could embarrass them in terms of running stamina. Mac and Dennis have a whole conversation with their dicks out as they stand over the Lincoln Field and Mac looks at... he looks at Dennis’ dick and asks him if he’s done peeing. And Dennis says no because Mac standing next to him and talking to him makes him nervous,,, okay,,, Mac and Dennis bicker over Mac’s makeup skills and Dennis’ cheekbones. Mac and Dennis sit together on the bus. They’re cutely excited about getting to see Donovan McNabb (even though they don’t) and they’re both... so bad at running. We stan unfit losers who cant even run for ten minutes!! “I liked your form on that, and I liked how you went before the whistle.” “Goddamn right!” “Nice!” Jesus Christ do these two even remember they’re supposed to be competing? Dennis essentially verbally sucked Mac’s dick for tackling his sister and told him he liked his FORM I know I quoted that but like... y’all seeing this... Also can we talk about how Dennis had this running monologue going on while he was running in the field to catch a football was this: “I’m going to make Mac look so bad. My form is perfect–“ like why is Mac always his first thought like it came before his narcissistic thoughts AND his throwaway comp het thought... sigh... 9/10

Dennis and Dee’s Mom is Dead: Mac and Dennis not realizing how gay they are is so fucking funny... Mac banging everyone’s sister but also calling them gross? Comp het rights! Dennis talking to men trying to invite them over to their party is literal actual flirting and he is so stupid for it. “Bro, aw, I just had the most perfect blonde guy slip right through my fingers. I mean, I had him in the palm of my hand and then... he was gone, you know what I mean? I mean, this guy would have been perfect for you. What’s up with this beefcake? Is he coming to the party, or what?” I can’t believe Dennis told Mac this. This sounds literally like they’re gays trying to find love in this world. Give me a break maybe!! Mac and Dennis having no idea that they were waving around a dick flyer that they literally cut themselves is peak metaphor for how in denial about their sexualities they were. Mac and Dennis get up to PEAK gay activity during their party because of how excessively Dennis touches Mac, he literally says “oh yeah, baby, nice one!” when Mac punches a glass frame, breaking it, and taking a random apple and biting into it. He’s so proud of Mac for the dumbest of shit. “You’re gonna tell everybody how we’re like those guys from Jackass, how we like to smash stuff and shove shit up our asses.” “That’s right! You’re gonna get so much shit shoved up your ass tonight!” Oh my god? Oh my god! Nothing says love like throwing knives at college students and basically putting them through emotional and physical torture! That’s just how it is! The symbolism and just everything in this episode pushes this up to a shocking 8.5/10

The Gang Gets Held Hostage: “Come here, come here, come here! I think I got a plan to get us out of this, but I need you to do the destroying thing. Can you?” “I’m a great destroyer.” “Are you kidding me, dude? You’re a born smasher.” “Yes! I’m a born smasher.” “I’m gonna work a different angle with the girl.” “Work those pecs.” “Yeah, exactly.” “Bump it.” “All right.” “Dennis.” “What?” “I love you.” 9/10

The Aluminum Monster Vs. Fatty McGoo: The whole “Dennis has an announcement!” scene is so cute and so funny. Other than that though, Mac and Dennis don’t get up to much, but Dennis does lie to him about dress orders which pushes Mac into Frank’s arms where he learns how to run a sweatshop. 4/10

The Gang Solves the North Korea Situation: Dennis wearing Mac’s duster with no shirt and the way Mac was staring at him? Good shit! 7/10

The Gang Sells Out: Mac and Dennis both somehow managed to get each half of Charlie’s shares in the bar. Charlie gets confused between ‘wood’ and ‘wooed’ and when Dennis tries to explain it to him Mac gives him a little “Dennis, just...” and Dennis goes “It’s a waste of time?” and like. That’s just really domestic of them actually. 6/10

Frank Sets Sweet Dee On Fire: Nothing v specific here but Mac calls Dennis a ‘club kid’ which is cute. 2/10

Sweet Dee’s Dating A Person: “You do have a great voice. You have, you know what man? You have an excellent voice.” The look of absolute BETRAYAL Dennis gives Mac when he doesn’t let him be in his band... wow. “We need a new front man.” “Right. You want someone with a good voice.” “Yes.” “Who’s attractive.” “Yes.” “Someone with charisma.” “Yes.” Somehow they both bottomed in this scene and Dennis wearing glasses is so fucking stupid. This episode would’ve gotten a perfect score if Mac didn’t kick Dennis out of the band for having slutty hips. Mac, those slutty hips are everything you’ve ever wanted in life. Wake up. 9.5/10

Mac is a Serial Killer: Dennis seems to REALLY take notice when it comes to Mac’s comings and goings from the apartment... His reactions to Mac getting laid seems like fake enthusiasm to me :/ 3/10

Dennis Looks Like a Registered Sex Offender: “Listen, I need your help, okay? You’re part owner of the bar, and you’re probably the only person that Mac listens to, and I need you to talk to him.” God Dee really out here knowing the truth huh. She really out here knowing everything, huh? 7/10

The Gang Gets Whacked Part 1: Mac and Dennis the cute little work couple who tries to fix the electricity and both having differing but wrong opinions about how to do it! Mac and Dennis the cute little work couple who ditch work to sit outside their bar in lawn chairs and drink beer together! Mac and Dennis the dumbass work couple who can’t understand the things people say to them because they drink a lot! 9/10

The Gang Gets Whacked Part 2: Mac slaps Dennis and rescues him from his life of prostitution. Wow that’s like a line straight from a very weird mafia AU. 7/10

Bums Making a Mess All Over the City: The way Dennis looks at Mac when he says “In fact, Special Agent Bauer and I plan to take care of a few things today...” Mm... Conspiring with your boyfriend and twin sister while holding your cat as you plan to take down your dad truly is the life huh. 5/10 because it was a great fucking look

The Gang Dances Their Asses Off: One of the most ridiculous things in this episode is the fact that Frank ranked Dennis and Mac second and third best after himself. Some other ridiculous things? Mac and Charlie’s talk about Mac’s... cream... which led to Mac saying this golden line “I’m always putting my cream all over his face.” Mac and Dennis have a dance off where Mac mimes himself sucking Dennis off. Repressed rights! It’s a crime that we didn’t get to see Mac and Dennis slow dance this episode, but still I’m gonna give it a 10/10, especially because Dennis and Mac had 25 pound kegs hanging off their chests and Dennis said “Come on, man! Give me some of that liquid hydraulic shit!” it sounds dirty somehow, anyway, Dennis wrapped his arms around Mac and they both fell to the ground. Very sexy.

[niceonebeale]

Sappy Neric season-finale two-part episode idea

As anyone who looks at my posts knows, I’m constantly complaining about the lack of Neric in NCIS: LA episodes. So I’ve come up with a Neric-centered season finale idea because I’m Neric trash and don’t have anything better to do.

First episode:

Shows Neric wearing cute nerdy pajamas asleep and cuddling in bed, alarm goes off, they wake up, ‘good morning’ kisses and ‘I love you’s (with pet names bc of course), along with classic adorable Neric banter. Cut to them walking into Ops. Kensi, Deeks, Callen and Sam are already there looking worried. Neric asks what’s going on, news footage of an on-fire car out the front of Neric’s apartment block is on the big screen, Eric recognizes it as his, cut to opening credits.

The news reporter says they found two bodies in the car (male and female), the team wonders why Neric would be targeted (insert ‘knowledge of classified Navy intel/secrets’ line here). Nell has questions- who was in the car, who rigged it, etc. K, D, C and S ask Neric how they got to work (they walked to the mechanic where Nell’s car was being serviced, then drove it to HQ). K, D, C and S go to check out the crime scene, identify the two bodies as an East Asian man and an African-American woman (clearly not able to be passed off as Eric and Nell). The team then wonders what the man and woman were doing in Eric’s car, and if a third party blew it up, and that the man and woman were the true targets.

(Insert plot here about the team identifying the bodies and why they would be targeted, turns out they were undercover agents/spies/whatever. Also includes K, D, C and S checking out all the nerdy and geeky stuff in Neric’s apartment (ideas include two sets of Harry Potter books and movies, a Star Trek chessboard (Nell’s), two lightsabers and a whole shelf full of action figures (Eric’s)). Back in Ops, K, D, C and S tease Neric about their stuff and call the action figures ‘dolls’, which of course annoys Eric no end.)

End part of episode:

K, D, C and S figure out that the car explosion was just a cover to lull everyone in a false sense of security because Neric were the actual targets all along. They try to call them, but don’t get through.

Meanwhile, Eric takes Nell to an empty lot, Nell recognizes it as the place the bar that held the trivia night they went to once was. He leads her over to a specific spot, says something like ‘I know this isn’t the most romantic of places, but this is where we were sitting the moment I’d realized I’d fallen in love with you’ along with a cute nerdy reference and that he wants to spend the rest of his life with her. Eric gets down on one knee and pulls out a small box, opens it to reveal a ring, Nell starts to get lil’ tears in her eyes. Eric asks her to marry him, Nell of course says yes and that he’s the love of her life/soulmate etc., he cups her face in his hands and kisses her, she wraps her arms around his middle, they kiss for a lil’ while, he’s then about to pull the ring out of the box to put on her finger when an SUV pulls up and four masked people jump out. #1 and #2 knock Eric out and drag him to the SUV, Nell manages to punch #3 but gets knocked unconscious by #4 and falls to the ground. SUV speeds away, screen goes black with the ‘to be continued’, episode ends.

Second episode:

There’s a ‘previously on NCIS: Los Angeles’ with scenes from the previous episode (including the proposal and Eric kissing Nell). Cut to hospital room. Nell wakes up, Kensi’s there. Nell asks where Eric is, K looks sad and says that they don’t know, Nell attempts to get out of bed saying she has to find Eric, K tells her that she has to stay put for at least a day (she fractured something when she fell/landed), Nell isn’t happy. Cut to a warehouse or someplace, a man’s tied to a chair with a bag over his head, kidnapper pulls it off to reveal Eric. Eric immediately starts asking where Nell is and if she’s okay, tries to escape from the chair but can’t. He then recognizes the kidnapper as a villain from a past episode, cut to opening credits.

In the warehouse, Eric says that they (the kidnappers) can do whatever they want to him as long as Nell’s safe. The kidnapper laughs and punches him/knocks him unconscious, he slumps forward in the chair with his eyes closed. Cut to Kensi walking into Ops where Deeks, Callen and Sam are. They ask K how Nell is, C asks if the Nellverine jumped out the window and escaped. K replies that she tried to, then asks D, C and S how they’re getting on with the tech stuff. Unsurprisingly, they’re not doing great. Just then, S’s phone rings, he answers it. Cut to Nell in her hospital bed, asks if they’ve found Eric yet, S says no. Nell then offers to help them with the tech in Ops and walks them through how to use it.

(Insert more plot here, including the team identifying all four kidnappers, Nell arriving back from the hospital, she sits in Ops looking at pictures of her and Eric on her phone, and we can see that she’s crying a lil’ bit, and says something like ‘come back/home to me, my little sugar monkey/my love’, etc. Up in Ops by herself, Nell finds the place where Eric’s being held, looks around to check she’s alone then pulls the gun out from under her desk. She leaves her phone, grabs some old files and goes into the burn room, incinerates the papers then escapes through secret tunnel in the burn room to outside, gets into her car, speeds away. K, D, C and S look for Nell but can’t find her, a random coworker says they saw her going into the burn room ten minutes ago. The team look at each other then run to the burn room, no sign of Nell.)

K, D, C and S go up to Ops and find Nell’s phone on the desk, then try to figure out where she went. Cut to Nell arriving out the front of the warehouse, sneaks around the side, quietly knocks one of the kidnappers out with her gun. She then goes in and finds herself in a hallway, shoots another kidnapper, then makes her way down to a room at the end. Back in Ops, the team think they found where Nell is, and leave. They get to another warehouse, it’s deserted and clearly not the right place. They then figure out the right place and head over there. Cut to Nell standing outside of a door holding her gun ready, and about to enter the room.

End part of episode:

Nell enters room, shoots kidnapper #3. She sees Eric tied to the chair, runs over to him and pulls the bag off his head. There’s tape on his mouth so he can’t talk, but you can tell he’s relieved to see her. He then looks alarmed, Nell starts to turn around but before she can, she’s knocked to the ground. She twists around to see kidnapper #4, quickly empties the rest of her mag into him and kills him. He falls to the floor, Nell tosses her gun aside. She grabs a knife she hid inside her jacket, cuts the rope tying Eric’s ankles then wrists, all the while saying ‘it’s okay baby, I’m here, you’re safe now’, etc. (Or alternatively ‘Wolfram, you’re safe with me’, which makes him smile a little). They both have tears in their eyes. Nell peels the tape off Eric’s mouth, he falls forward into her arms, they hug and kiss and cry and stroke each other’s hair. Nell says ‘I love you, I love you so much’, Eric replies ‘I love you, I love you so much too’. They break apart slightly, Nell brushes Eric’s hair out of his face and straightens his glasses, tells him that she’s so glad he’s safe. Eric of course dittos what she said, then background music (‘Question’ by the Old 97’s) starts to play. Eric gets to one knee, pulls the ring box out of his pocket and says that he realized when he arrived it was still in his pocket. He says ‘I know you already said yes, but since I didn’t get the chance to give you the ring, it’s not a proper proposal’. Nell has tears running down her cheeks while she smiles. Eric then says ‘take two- Nell (insert middle name (if she has one) here) Jones, will you marry me?’ Nell says yes, he slides the ring onto her finger, they have a tiny lil’ makeout session (in which she cups his cheek with her hand bc come on that’s adorable), then she tucks her head into his shoulder, he kisses the top of her head then rests his chin on top, they cuddle, their arms wrap around each other tightly.

The camera then pans out slightly to reveal, unnoticed by Neric, K, D, C and S standing in the doorway, and it becomes clear that they arrived just in time to catch the proposal. Neric, sensing that they’re not alone, look around to see the rest of the team smiling at them. Neric then turn back to each other, Eric tilts his head (we all know what this means), Nell smiles at him, he leans forward and kisses her. Camera then pans out but still focuses solely on Neric (still kissing), then the screen goes black and the episode ends.

[fuckthis-and-fuckthat]

His loss, My gain. PART 5

JokerXChubby reader

Summary- Not saying anything bc I’ll give it away!

Warning- No smut this time. It’s very triggering. Talk of self harm and suicide attempts. Please don’t read if you are triggered. Angtssyyyy! Don’t worry, it gets better next chapter. 

A/N- I made J like super soft but also super mean and rough. I love playing with the different sides if him and how the reader fucks with his head and heart. Not quite sure if the Joker has ever cried, but in my story he does! Well, not like ball out cry, just a tear. Also, I made Harley like a super bitch in here. I love her too death, though.

Part 1- https://1-800-kill-me-im-gay.tumblr.com/post/173544548545/his-loss-my-gian

Part 2- https://1-800-kill-me-im-gay.tumblr.com/post/173576126505/his-loss-my-gain-part-2

Part 3- https://1-800-kill-me-im-gay.tumblr.com/post/173650770775/his-loss-my-gain-part-3

Part 4- https://1-800-kill-me-im-gay.tumblr.com/post/173740290955/his-loss-my-gain-part-4

Part 6- https://1-800-kill-me-im-gay.tumblr.com/post/173765326075/his-loss-my-gain-part-6

Tagging- @haileysarahmarie @xxqueenwxtchxx @indifitel6661

@i-m-p-a-l-a-6-7 @lovermrjoker

So, I completely forgot to tag you @indifitel6661 but, the masterlist is up there^^^

Joker’s point of view.

Joker’s point of view.

She was driving me crazy. Her smell was on my clothes, in the bed, in my office. It’s like she ripped herself apart and placed pieces of her inside of me. I need to get her out and soon. The sooner we get the show on the road, the sooner she won’t feel anything and she’ll be numb. If she feels nothing for me, I won’t feel for her. 

I couldn’t even look at her as I walked by her. If I did, I’d lose my hair and flip the tables. My head was turning and I couldn’t think of anything but her, and I needed to clear my head. I texted Lucas and told him to bring around the car. 

Right as we walked out the house, my feet stopped in their tracks, meeting faces with a very pale woman with red and blue hair. Harley. I nearly spat at her and killed her, but also curious to what she wanted. Grabbing her by the hair, I slammed her into the back of the black SUV.

Pulling out my gun, I aimed it at her head, making her frown. “Whatcha’ doin’ pointing a gun at me, puddin’!?” She squeaked. I surely did not miss that obnoxious voice and accent. 

“Why are you here?” I growled, pressing the gun against her head. 

“I heard yah replaced me, puddin’! I couldn’t sit here and do nun! come ooooonnn, didn’t yah miss me, daddy?”

I didn’t miss her, but she was exactly what I needed to get my mind off if Y/N. I looked down at my phone when it buzzed, noticing it was a message from Fost.

-Y/N left. Brick took her to her apartment and to her editor. Said they wouldn’t be back for an hour or two.

I growled and threw my phone across the car. Opening the door, I stepped out onto the side walk in front of the house since we never left. How did I miss Y/N leave? Grabbing Harley by her hair, I dragged her into the penthouse and up to my room, pushing her on her knees.

“Show daddy how much you missed him.” What am I doing!? I was screaming at myself for doing this, but it had to be done. I was falling too hard for Y/N and I needed Harley to get my mind off of her. Although, it is true I hate the bitch, she gave pretty good head, but not better than Y/N. No one was better than Y/N.

Growling at Harley, I ripped open my pants, pulling out my cock and shoving it in her mouth. She quickly wrapped her lips around my length, bobbing her head back and forth. 

Closing my eyes, I tried to picture something other than Y/N, but all I could think of was how perfect she was, how her mouth felt on my dick and her pussy clenching around me. I gripped Harley’s hair harder, shoving my dick into her mouth until it hit the back of her throat, making her gag. 

I looked up, meeting eyes with a pair of vibrant Y/E/C ones. There stood Y/N, eyes wide and bloodshot at the door. I wasn’t thinking clearly and didn’t think about shutting the door. Before I could do anything, she slammed the door closed, darting down the stairs. I was quick to pull Harley away, throwing her across the floor, making her scream. 

Tucking my shit back in, I ran down the stairs and to the road, watching as Y/N’s new lambo sped down the road. Screaming, I got on my phone, calling the henchman and letting them know to find Y/N and tie up Harley. 

I jumped in my car as fast as I could, going straight to Y/N’s house, finding her car there. Running upstairs, I ran through her house, finding nothing but a note on the mirror written in lipstick. 

You fucked up, J. What ever happens to me is your fault. 

Xoxo, the soon to be new Harley Quinn. 

“AAHHHHHH!” I punched the mirror, sending shards of glass flying, some cutting my knuckles. I sprinted back to the car, tracking down Y/N to the chemical plant. My knuckles were bleeding all over the steering wheel and were squeezed tight as I hurried there, hoping to get her in time before she does anything stupid. 

Hopping out of the car, I run into the building, finding the stairs and jumping up them, finding Y/N standing at the edge. “You come near me and so help me, I’ll kill you.” She says, holding up a gun, I notice how blood drips down her arm, dripping underneath her long sleeve Shirt.

“Y/N, please, baby. Put down the gun and come to me.” My voice was soft and trembly, filled with nothing but emotion.

“DON’T CALL ME ‘BABY’! You think you can call me that and try and sweet talk me after I walk in on you with your dick in some sluts throat!?” She lets out a maniac laugh, scratching her head with the gun. “Down Harley Quinn’s throat.” 

I take a deep breath, stepping toward her to where I can pull up the sleeve of her shirt. She lets me pull up her sleeve, smearing blood over carved leters reading “I hate myself.” Pulling over the other sleeve, there’s a huge gash down the middle of her forearm and is dripping blood heavily. 

I feel my Herat break in my chest at the sight if her. Blood dripping from her arms. I could feel everything inside of me break. The wall I built around my heart came crashing down and for the first time in years, a tear slipped down my cheek. The thought of me breaking her killed me. I couldn’t watch this girl...the girl that I was falling desperately...who I was IN LOVE with die. Not over me and not over Harley. 

Y/N’s eyes closed, wobbling lightly, but not enough to lose her grip on the gun. I tried smacking it out of hand, but she twirled it in her hand, hitting me with the handle. I grunted, moving my hand to my now bloody lip. I was trying to hold my composure, to not let anger take over me. I felt my eyes stare as she went completely insane. And then a tear fell.

“you think you can manipulate me with a fucking tear and try to take my gun....don’t, don’t you think you’ve hurt me enough?” Y/N took a deep breath, trying to steady her breathing and keep her eyes open. She was probably about to pass out form the blood loss, or die. “You know what, J? I love you. I’m...I’m in love with you. And If you cared...about me...” I watched as she stepped to the edge “you’d save me.” I reached for her arm, but was too late, she was already over the edge, falling into the bubbling acid. 

I grunted, walking backwards, thinking about leaving her, but I rip off my jacket.

Jumping in after her. I hit the acid, slightly burning my skin, swimming to the bottom and grabbing a hold of her and dragging her to the top. I took a gasp for  air, expecting Y/N to do th same, but she didn’t. I looked around us, noticing black swirling in the yellowish chemicals. I brushed my lips against hers, again, expecting her to make up, but she didn’t. Pressing down harder, the taste of chemicals envaded my mouth, still not waking Y/N. 

“J!” Looking up, I saw frost and my henchmen coming in. 

“Frost! Get us out! She’s not waking up!” I growled angrily, kicking over to the side and started to push Y/N up, letting the henchman grab her. I climbed out of  the chemicals, falling on to my knees beside of Y/N. “Come on, baby. I need you to wake up.” I looked up at frost eyes wide with desperation, somthing he’s never seen before...something I never felt before. 

“What happened, J?” 

“Harley happened. I couldn’t get my mind off of Y/N so I used Harley and she caught us. Then she said that she’d be here....and then....” I motioned towards her, my breathing ragid. 

“Why isn’t she waking up? Harley woke up.” Frost was looking confused, pressing his fingers to Y/N’s neck, finding her pulse. 

“Her wrists are slit.” 

“That explains why there’s barely a pulse. She lost a lot of blood. We need a hospital, J. Now.”

We barged into the hospital, Y/N in my arms, limp. Frost started screaming for a doctor, making multiple rush to us, stopping as soon as they saw who it was. 

“Save her and you won’t die.” I growled, placing Y/N on the bed. “Do I...make myself clear?” I pointed my gun at her as she nodded her head. “Good....now, she has a slit wrist and she jumped into acid. Now.....do your job...and save her.” The lady cut of Y/N’s top off and I watched as her lace clad breast came into view. Forcing my eyes away, I watched as she peeled her shirt off of her body, pulling it away from the dried blood. The cut was deep and thick, and the other arm with the letters craved into it was still bleeding a little.

“We need to hook her up to Iv’s and have a blood transfusion. If she looses too much blood then we’ll lose her for good. Sir, do you know her blood type?”

“A+.” I answered. How I knew, that’s a funny question. I had a file on her, I knew everything about her, I studied it day 

“I need an A+ and the Iv’s. Hook her up. She should be awake in an hour or two once we get her set up.”

Frost and I went home so I could change and get Y/N clothes so we could get her once she woke up. Frost’s phone started to ring and he answered it, a look of concern washing over his face.

“Sir, Y/N’s gone. It was the bat.”

[edsrich]

Bruised (Richie/Eddie) 2/12

Summary: It’s 1993 and the summer from many years ago is dead and gone. Many have drifted apart from the Losers club and its at the point where there is no club at all. The atmosphere is cold just like the winter months and the only blushes to be found are the ones that are caused from the piercing spikes of cold that heat skin up. Being a teenage boy is hard; especially for the two boys that now count each other as strangers. In which both boys make a plan, but both disrupt each others.

Warning(s): Depression, angst and fluff throughout the whole series, suicide attempt

A/N: Im so happy at how much support part 1 got?? Thankyou all so so so fucking much ily all also!! credit to @finn-got-tall for an idea in one of the scenes!! (I wont reveal which scene bc i want people to just read) but ty lovely

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Eddie and Richie blinked at each other, stunned to see one another in such a strange coincidence. Eddie still had his hand up, but Richie still hadn’t took it. Richie merely brought his hand up that held the cigarette, taking a drag and allowing the toxic waste to decay against his lungs. Eddie visibly cringed at the sight, but stayed silent; he only continued to watch in hope that Richie would somehow step down. Richie took away the small stick, blowing the smoke out slowly and staring at Eddie through his large obnoxious eye glasses.

“Why are you here, Eds?” Richie asked, as if a day hadn’t passed since they last talked.

Which was funny, considering they had barely shared a word in two and a half years. They were both 17 now, not two 14 year old boys with hormonal issues and experiencing puberty. No, they were grown but not quite men yet.

“Why are you hanging off the side of the school ledge? C’mon, get down-”

Richie flicked the cigarette over the edge, watching it fall over his shoulder and getting lost in the distance to the ground.

“Why should I?” Richie tilted his head, his curls dangling to one side more than the other. “Your life wouldn’t change if I jumped, in fact- you were coming up here to jump yourself. Weren’t you, Eds? So who are you to say to someone that they should get down?”

Eddie felt speechless, the hairs standing up on the back of his neck as he realised that what Richie was right, who was he to tell Richie to not end his life?

“I’m Eddie fucking Kaspbrak and I’m telling you to not jump, asshole. We might not be friends anymore but I really don’t want you to die. Please Richie, just step down.”

Richie whistled in taunting amusement, folding his arms and raising an eyebrow. 

“Are you begging me right now, Eds?”

Eddie felt anger surge in his core, “What the fuck is wrong with you? Of course i’m begging! A guy I know-”

“You don’t know me.” Richie cut Eddie off with a monotone voice.

“I used to know,” Eddie corrected before continuing, “is stood before me and could jump at any second. I don’t want that happen and neither does anyone else!”

Richie furrowed his eyebrows, “like who?”

“Like- fuck, Bev! She’s your friend, right? You can’t just leave her.” Eddie squeaked, taking a subtle step forward.

“She has Bill, she’ll probably replace me as her smoking bud.” Richie shrugged as if it meant nothing to him, but secretly him being replaced could possibly be one of the worst pains that Richie has ever experienced. “Just like you did and everyone else did out of the losers club, isn’t that right Eddie?”

Eddie flinched, knowing all too well that his comment hit home to both of them. “I didn’t mean to cut you off, Richie.” Eddie whispered softly, looking to Richie’s eyes. “I can’t speak for the other guys, but I had a lot going on-”

“And you don’t think I did?!” Richie exclaimed, balling a fist, “Even you knew what my life was like Eddie, you knew how shitty it was for me and it’s only gotten worse.”

Eddie already could tell that he was talking about his neglectful parents, Eddie was the first to know about his situation and comforted him for days on end with Richie in his arms. 

“Richie, look I’m an asshole okay? I get it, I left you when you needed me. But please, I can help you. Step down.” Eddie cried again, stepping forward and holding his hand up helplessly for Richie to grab.

Richie fell silent, staring at Eddie’s shaking hand before glancing at his features. He was still the same Eddie, still having a baby face traced on his doll like skin, still having those brown bambi eyes of wonder and his hear was still neat in the same style.

He really was just Eddie Kaspbrak, he hadn’t let the world break him down into shreds whereas Richie had.

“Please, Richie.” Eddie pleaded, reaching his hand higher.

Richie shook his head, feeling a sigh break out into the cold air. “Sorry, Eds.” He finalised on his last words before taking a step back.

Eddie’s eyes widened, a shrilled yell piercing through the afternoon breeze, quickly reaching out with his inhaler dropping to the ground. Eddie grabbed at Richie’s shirt, feeling all of his strength pull back Richie as quick as he could before he fell back which would result in his death.

Richie felt nothing beneath his feet, but a second later felt the whole world against them once again.

Eddie pulled him forward, feeling the weight of Richie fall on top of his smaller 5′4 frame. Both collided against the school roofs concrete, on top of one another with a little grunt leaving their lips.

After a moment of silence, Richie finally erupted.

“Eddie what the fuck?!” Richie had tears in his eyes, threatening to spill but he would never let someone else see him cry.

Especially not Edward Kaspbrak.

Eddie felt emotions that he had never felt so harshly before tug at his heart strings and pulse at his templates, he had his arms wrapped around Richie tightly in order for him to keep him away from the ledge.

Richie felt entangled with the boy below him, closing his eyes to fight the urge to cry in a mixture of anger and sadness. His heart sped up rapidly, feeling Eddie hold tighter against the clothes on his back with his legs wrapped around the back of his thighs.

“I-I’m not letting go until you promise.”

Richie winced, he didn’t want to promise anything because breaking them was the worst part.

“Promise me you won’t kill yourself!” Eddie croaked in his ear, gripping tighter and forcing his words upon Richie.

He didn’t want to promise, but he didn’t want to let down another person in his life. Richie remained silent for what seemed like hours, but those hours were only seconds in reality.

“I promise, Eds.” 

Eddie heard his promise loudly and clearly, but he still held tight- not to keep Richie from moving, but to help him know that even though those two and a half years were empty of each other for either one of them, Eddie was still there for him.

Half an hour had passed since the incident, with both boys sat side by side on the roof top against the small bricks of the fire escape. Silence remained the two, but the company of one another was all the comfort they both desired.

Richie couldn’t help but glance at Eddie every so often and ponder about the boys situation since they had last talked. He of course came up to the rooftop to kill himself also, this was common sense. Richie came up here to smoke with Bev almost every day and not one student would wonder upstairs for anything, so if Eddie Kaspbrak just so happened to come up to the roof top, it certainly wasn’t for a smoke.

His eyes were soft and staring at the clouds above, oh how those eyes said a story that Richie felt his heart ache for. Richie knew what happened around the school, how he was severely bullied for simply coming out to his friends and family. 

Richie wasn’t one of those people he came out too. 

Richie had to hear it from the gossip, just like most. Somehow the word got out about Eddie being gay, which lead to the bullying getting worse and worse as time ached on. Somehow Eddie remained confident on the outside, from what it seemed and pulled himself up each time he was thrown down. But after todays incident, it seemed as if it was all getting too much for Eddie.

Richie frowned, letting all of the thoughts roam his mind in realisation that this boy could possibly be just as bruised as he was.

Eddie glanced down at the pack of half empty cigarettes that were between both himself and Richie and his own inhaler. There was an actual contrast between the two objects just as there was between him and Richie as people.

Him and Richie were two completely different people and Eddie couldn’t ever see them being friends with their different habits. For example, Eddie loved everything to be clean of germs and to stay away from illness or diseases whilst Richie was practically smoking himself to death in order to get one.

Eddie laid his fingers upon the trim of the box of cigarettes and he began to carve his finger on the edge, feeling the ragged structure. Richie raised an eyebrow, saying nothing and just watching the small acts.

Eddie then took out a single cigarette, wincing at how it felt on his fingertips and how many illness’ the single stick held inside of it.

“Why do you smoke?” Eddie asked softly, lifting the cigarette up into the air.

Richie shrugged, re-enacting what he had said to Bev a few days ago, “I like smoking.”

“But why?” Eddie sighed, “Your lungs decay, you cripple and cough whilst cancer creeps up on your shoulder. It’s repulsive.”

“Like I said, I just like it. I don’t smoke to look ‘cool’ Eds.” Richie now stared at Eddie’s side profile.

Eddie stares at the rips in Richie’s jeans, frowning, “It’s a slow death.”

“Maybe thats what I want.”

Eddie sighed, putting the cigarette back in the box and grabbing some hand sanitiser from his pocket and squirting a dollop onto the palm of his hand where the same scar remained from the blood oath. Richie analysed it with soft eyes, his head tilting before lifting up his own hand and tracing the scar from the oath with his free hand. He remembered how he held Eddie’s hand in the cast, his blood on Eddie’s skin and connecting the two as one. The oath was to signal that one day they’d all come back together as one.

Maybe this was their early and personal reunion.

Eddie was too busy scrubbing in the hand sanitiser into his skin to notice Richie’s soft smile on his lips at the thought of him and Eddie talking again.

Everything was fuzzy about their childhood in the big group that they had, but if one thing was clear to Richie, it was the blood oath. Everything about that memory was so vivid to Richie and easy to remember, whilst the memories with himself and Eddie having sleepovers and crashing the arcade were hazed like a dream. At some point he even remembered a clown coming into play, but that was nothing more than a nightmare.

“I think your hands will be raw if you keep scratching the germ repellent into your skin.” Richie remarked, smirking a bit.

“At least I’ll be clean.” Eddie sighed, before finishing his work and patting his bare knees. 

Richie placed a sturdy hand on Eddie’s shoulder, causing him to flinch but settle quickly and looking at Richie in confusion. Richie simply pushed himself up, holding his hand out to Eddie instead- unlike the circumstance before where Eddie was holding his out to Richie. 

“C’mon, I’ll walk you home.”

Eddie lifted his scarred palm out, with Richie’s own scarred palm grabbing his and pulling him to his feet.

Even after all these years, Richie still remembered where Edward Kaspbrak lived. He still lived in that small button house that had a cozy atmosphere to it. He even remembered the exact route he’d take when he used to ride to Eddie’s house every night for a sleepover. He remembered the damn smell of Eddie’s house, he remembered it all. 

The two walked close, every now and then their fingers would graze at the other persons skin but that was the only contact that they had.

Eddie watched as the sun started to set over the several houses that were next to them, being only 5PM and in a gloomy November setting- it was bound to be that the nights were starting earlier. The streetlights began to flicker on one by one and the cold air started to spike at Eddie’s bare legs.

“Why the fuck are you wearing shorts in November?” Richie chuckled, looking down at Eddie’s quivering legs.

Eddie huffed slightly, “Because I hate wearing jeans or anything else.”

Richie cooed, leaning forward and pinching the boys cheek. “That’s cute, Eds. But you might wanna wrap up for winter, it’s gonna get cold.”

Eddie felt his face heat up, adding to his already flushed cheeks from the cold air. “Its not cute and don’t call me Eds- I hate it, asshole.”

However, Richie knew that Eddie didn’t hate that at all as this was the first time he chose to deny it out of all the times in the past few hours. Richie confidently wrapped an arm around Eddie, pulling him closer to his side to keep him warm.

“I’ll keep ya’ warm, Eds.” 

Eddie blushed, looking up at Eddie before down at his feet. It was if the days without Richie had never passed- he was still the same with him despite how Eddie cut him off along with the other losers. Eddie felt a true attachment to Richie click inside of him again as he didn’t protest against his actions.

“You may as well if you’re gonna be having your arm over me.” Eddie whispered, leaning into the taller boy with a little bit of courage.

Richie grinned down at him, holding his shoulder as they walked the same route the way their bikes used to go. But it wasn’t long until Richie’s smile was wiped away by the droplets of heavy rain that fell onto them and the concrete. Eddie gasped, feeling the cool air now become freezing and quickly splatter onto his bare legs. 

Richie noticed Eddie’s attire again, seeing as he was wearing knee high socks, shorts and a sweater. Not that good for this type of weather. Richie quickly stopped in his tracks, taking off his grey hoodie with the Guns’N’Roses sign imprinted onto the fabric and holding it out to Eddie.

Eddie’s eyes widened, his arms wrapped around himself and his hair starting to soak up.

“Richie- no, It’s fine. You’ll be-”

“I’ll be freezing, I could get sick, blah blah. I don’t care, you don’t want to get sick and you don’t want to be cold so just take it.” Richie then forced it into the boys hands.

Eddie nodded, quickly sliding on the oversized hoodie over his smaller frame. The sleeves hung past his fingertips and the trim went past his hips and down to his thighs. The smell of cigarettes and cheap aftershave filling his senses and making his pupils become blown out. Richie smiled as he wore a plain white tee and his black ripped jeans and some cheap sneakers. Richie quickly lifted the grey hood over Eddie’s head, it hanging down to his eyebrows and covering him from the rain entirely.

“There we go, you’re all cosy.” Richie smiled, feeling his curls become more and more tight on top of his head due to the wetness.

Eddie felt himself blush and felt his own heat radiate himself, he couldn’t help but roll one sleeve up and reach his pale hand out to Richie’s.

Richie glanced down at the hand with a raised eyebrow, but took it in his scarred palm and held it close to him as he guided Eddie along to his house.

The streetlights lit their way up the path as their feet splashed in new forming puddles and soaking the insides of their shoes. As they arrived outside of Eddie’s small home. They both stopped, staring at each other for a moment and looking into each others eyes.

“Well, today was interesting.”  Richie breathed out, feeling his goosebumps grow more along the skin of his arms.

Eddie nodded, his eyes drifting elsewhere. “Please- please don’t tell anyone about why I was up there.”

Richie smiled sadly, “I wasn’t counting on it anyway bud.”

Eddie nodded again, fidgeting with the sleeve of the hoodie before curling his fingers under the trim- ready to take it off.

“No, no. You can.. you can keep it Eds.” Richie started, “It looks better on you than it does on me.”

Eddie smiled, his perfect white pearls showing between his lips as the apples of his cheeks tinted pink. “Oh really now?”

“Really.” Richie chuckled, shivering visibly but ignoring it.

“I might just keep it then.” Eddie whispered, removing his fingers and wrapping his arms around himself. “Thankyou, Richie.”

“What did I do?”

“You kinda saved me today, if you weren’t there...”

“Eds, if you weren’t there I would’ve jumped.” Richie started, stopping for a moment before whispering with a sad smile yet again, “We saved each other. Simple as that.”

“We did, huh?” Eddie looked at his white sneakers and smiled at the realisation, “Yeah, we really did.”

The two boys stood in silence for a moment or so, with Richie analysing the boy again. He loved how he looked in his clothes, it seemed so natural on him.

“Well, looks like that was meant to be then.” Eddie spoke up again, now looking up and adjusting his hood so he could see Richie better.

“Maybe you’re my guardian angel, Eds.” Richie cooed once again with a lop sided smirk and his eyes lazy, “Or maybe I’m yours.”

Eddie blushed, giving Richie the middle finger. “Shut up, that stuff doesn’t exist dumbass.”

“Well we’ll have to make it exist then, wont we?” Richie asked rhetorically.

Eddie laughed and took a step back away from Richie’s close form. “I’ll see you around then, Richie?”

“Yes you will Eddie Spaghetti.”

Eddie frowned quickly, “I hate that, don’t call me that.”

“I guess I’ll call you Eds instead!” Richie smirked.

“No-”

Richie blurred out his protest, gazing down at the boy with admiration. “Just get inside before you get sick, Eds. Say hi to Mrs.K for me, I haven’t stayed the night with her in a while.” Richie teased softly.

“Gross.” Eddie muttered, but smiled. “See you around.”

“Yeah, see you around.”

With that, Eddie turned on his heels and rushed to his door- fumbling with some keys that he found under the plant pot next to the front door and quickly unlocked the door, opening it and running inside.

Richie stayed for a moment or two with narrow eyes, watching how the door closed. He then relaxed when he saw a minute or so later that Eddie’s room light was shown through his window. A sigh of relief left Richie’s lips as he turned to continue walking down the path with rain soaking his form.

As he was walking, his hand jittered towards his hoodie pocket- only to remember that he gave his hoodie to Eddie. He chuckled, realising that he had left his cigarettes and lighter in there before walking on.

He couldn’t care less about his cigarette’s for once, in fact- the chainsmoker only cared about his old friend and how he was now back in his life once again to make his world turn from grey to colours.

Eddie had finished changing into his Star Wars pyjamas, now folding up the clothes that he had wore on the previous day to send into the hamper to be washed. 

He hummed, folding up the damp grey hoodie with a soft smile on his face. His eyebrows quickly narrowed in a thin line when a box dropped out of one of the pockets and onto Eddie’s wooden floor. Eddie held the folded hoodie in one hand before leaning down and picking up the box that had dropped. He then turned it over only to reveal Richie’s pack of cigarettes.

Eddie sighed sadly, dropping the hoodie back onto his bed and he proceeded to clutch the pack with both hands.

He wanted to mend Richie Tozier.

Eddie then walked out of his room and into the bathroom, staring at the pack that had warnings of ‘lung cancer’ spread all over it. He couldn’t help but worry for Richie’s health and mental health too. He sighed shakily, before focusing on the toilet.

He knew that he should probably give the pack back to Richie, but Eddie knew that he could never bring himself to give him the cancer sticks willingly. He only had one true option at this point.

He stood over the toilet, before dropping the pack of cigarettes into the water. Eddie watched the cigarettes float out of the box and on top of the water. Eddie then reached for the flush valve and pushed down on it. It was then revealed that the water started to drown the sticks, flushing them down into the sewers and away from harming a human.

It might only start off as baby steps, but he was going to mend Richie. One step at a time.

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masters of the scene

I know this is super shocking bc this is probs the soonest (?) ive posted between parts lmao 

I did want to hurry things up before saturday, tho, so here we have it, friendsss. if you’ve missed a part: 

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AU: Matteo Balsano is a famous singer who has been crushing on this one girl he saw every day behind a window many years ago, back when he first started recording his debut album and inspired his first big hit, “Princesa”. Luna Valente, professional Olympic skater turned actress is at a local (and very popular) talk show to promote her breakout movie. This is where it all starts.

BREAKING: OLYMPIC GOLD MEDALLIST SAYS GOODBYE TO SKATING 

SOL BENSON, 24, recently known for her role as skating legend Marissa Mint in “SHATTERED WINGS”, announced this morning she wouldn’t return to training, or to any competition as a participant again. The announcement was posted on all her social media accounts, reading: “I can proudly say it’s time. Today, a new chapter in my life begins. I’m officially retiring from professional skating.”

Benson also took the chance to thanks her fans, saying: “The last ten years have been an unforgettable experience. A lifetime wouldn’t be enough to thank everyone who has been by my side helping, supporting, and cheering on me on this journey. I’ve done everything I could and wanted, and I hope you’re all as proud of me as I am of myself and the accomplishments we’ve done. I love you all very much.” The now ex-skater didn’t specify why she was leaving, but she affirmed it wasn’t anything but a personal choice: “I know many of you are shocked, or confused as to why I’m doing this now, that’s the reason I want to point out it’s not because of my health or a change of careers, as I know some might be thinking. Simply, this is me acknowledging my heart’s desires.”

Opinions and critics were instantaneous from the fans.

@ Sol_Benson: Thank you. pic.tw.com/3747829

          @ solnation: @ Sol_Benson please tell me this is an early april fools joke I’m crying

          @ sol_fan73937: @ Sol_Benson THIS IS NOT WHAT I WANT, THIS IS NOT WHAT I PLANNED, AND I JUST WANT TO SAY I DO NOT UNDERSTAND

          @ SolMiReina56: @ Sol_Benson on one hand I’m happy you’re doing this in your terms but on the other I just want to scream whAT THE FORK BENSON

Benson’s famous friends, however, showed nothing but support for her.

@ Simon_RB: today the sun goes down and the moon rises! So proud of you @ Sol_Benson

@ JimM: Working with you, one of the greatest skaters of our time, was a privilege. Being your friend, and share all these memories, is an honor. Your talent will shine bright like your soul no matter what ♥ @ Sol_Benson  

@ TheAmbarSmith: An absolute star. @ Sol_Benson

The news broke amid rumors of the skating star dating Italian heartthrob, Matteo Balsano, leading some fans and theorist that her new relationship was linked to her decision.

@ SolecitoDeMadrugada: I don’t wanna start sh*t here, folks, but Sol said she’s acknowledging ‘her heart’s desires’…. What if Balsano convinced her to quit????

@ SolBonita: If Matteo Balsano had anything to do with this I will cut that bitch in half just sayin’

@ soltteoforever: omg what if sol quit to form a duet with matteo???!!! #relationshipgoals

@ elbalsanito: if y’all really think MATTEO BALSANO would make his two minute long girlfriend quit her career for him y’all are batsh*t crazy don’t even look at me

So far Benson and her team have offered no comment to the critics, choosing silence over explanations, and only time will tell what she’s planned for herself next.

Is this really her end in skating? Will she approach a musical career with her beau? For more Sol Benson, click here!

He was a coward.

And an idiot.

An idiotic coward, really, because he hung up on her as fast as his brain and hand could do it. He could’ve lied, told her it was only a guessing. Or he could’ve come clean about his stalker-ish ways and freak her out. Or come clean and skip the stalker-ish ways. But, no, he’d hung up and now when she saw him she’d demand an explanation and probably give him crap for hanging up on her and then creating a lame excuse as to why.

Because so far, he could only come up with his phone dying in that exact moment and him forgetting to call her back. For two weeks.

Again, an idiotic coward he was.  

“Are you listening to me, Matteo?” he’d been lost in his thoughts again, unsurprisingly. It was something he’d been repeating lately, and usually blamed it on him ‘mentally’ writing his songs. Sometimes, it was the truth; but most of the time it was an excuse to get Gastón and his mom off his back. Today was Delfi’s turn at enduring this lost lapse. “Matteo! This is a serious matter, you dick!” he’d laugh at the insult if it weren’t for her aggravated look. He was used to the annoyed, yet knowing look of his friend and his birther, but Delfi looked nothing but stressed. “Can you focus on what I’m telling you?”

Matteo threw her an apologetic smile. “Sorry, Delfi. I was just-”

“I don’t even want to hear it! I just need to listen to me and tell me what the fuck is happening between you and Sol Benson!” Well, shit. She was even cursing now.

“What do you mean?” he asked, genuinely confused now. Delfi knew better than anyone that he wasn’t dating, and even if he was, she never cared about it before. His manager sighed exasperated, throwing a newspaper across the table, pointing to him to read it.

The sole headline was enough to make his blood run cold.

“Read it till the end.”

“She’s retiring?” Matteo couldn’t believe it. A million questions came to his head as he read the article, ‘why’ being the loudest. “I just- what?”

“I don’t know, and I don’t care about her, Matteo.” She sighed again, passing her fingers through her head. “What I do care about is that they’re mentioning you as the responsible.” Delfi raised her hand when he opened his mouth to protest. “I know you aren’t. And I’d like to think a woman like her is strong enough to not let an idiot like you convince her to give up her career. However, this is bad because you’ll be crossed as a chauvinistic pig, and could seriously hurt the image the older fans have of you. We need to counterattack, fast, and I need you to tell me just exactly how close you are to Sol.”

“What for?” He was getting defensive, and Delfi could tell so, too. She softened her look.

“This is not about you being a heartthrob, Matt. This is about people judging you wrongly-”

“Are you listening to yourself? They already judge me wrongly!” Delfi pursed her lips.

“Okay, bad wording. Still, we can’t let them think you’re that kind of person either.”

“Can’t you talk to Gastón about it? Maybe he can-”

“We agreed to break the contract with most of the magazines and the heartthrob stories, but you can’t just sue someone for linking you as someone’s boyfriend. If this was an article solely about you, we could make an agreement with them but since it’s about her-”

Matteo frowned. “Can’t you talk about it with her team? You said you knew them, maybe you can work on something together-” Now she looked offended.

“What do you think I’m doing? This is why I citied you here, we’re meeting them in ten minutes to discuss it! And first I needed your stupid ass to explain your situation to me so we could have some ground but all you’ve done is daydream about God knows what!”

“Wait, what?!” he looked down at his sweatpants, and the semi-sweated t-shirt he’d worn to go to gym before the meeting, and he just knew his hair was a dishevel mess. He hadn’t even bothered with his contacts, so his glasses were stuck on his head unless he wanted to be as blind as a mole. He’d thought he’d only be meeting Delfi, and now- “she’s not coming, is she?”

“Who is ‘she’?” Delfi air-quoted, not getting why he was getting freaked out.

“Luna – Sol, she isn’t coming, right?”

Delfi scoffed. “Of course, she is! This is all about her, why wouldn’t she be here?”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he almost whined, jumping out of his chair to get his gym bag, and spray the shit out of his deodorant on his body. He didn’t have any hair gel, so his hair had to stay the same. He was really regretting not taking the time to fully showering before coming.

“Oh, so now you care about how you look at meetings?” He didn’t answer her, still busy with his gym bag. He was sure he had mints buried somewhere. “I take that you like this girl?” Matteo said nothing, but nodded the slightest. “I know the rumors aren’t true right now, but I really need you to tell me if you think they will. The earliest Gastón and I can come up with counterattacks to protect your privacy and hers, the better. Especially since her contract with her team will drop soon.” Delfi asked, her tone a lot softer and less teasing. She’d taken his wishes seriously, and he was very grateful about it. He was in good hands if shit ever hit the fan.

Matteo dropped his bag, and sighed a quiet ‘yes’. And then turned to her, louder this time, “I don’t want anything hurtful, insulting or degrading to be said about her. The less she’s mentioned, the better. If it means we must re-sign with them, and have them write me off as a playboy, then so be it. But not a bad word about her, Delfi.”  

She smiled, her words comforting him a little. “If it’s in my hands both of you will be protected. Now, go tame your hair before your little star runs away from seeing it and turns into stone, medusa-boy.”

She was this close to picking up her phone.

The urge of checking her phone was eating her up but Luna was trying her best to avoid any type of interaction with social media in the last two nights, but it was proving to be harder than she imagined. After the news were out in the open she’d turned everything off; her phone, laptop, and tablet, burying them deep in one of Nina’s photography drawers so she wouldn’t be tempted to read her fan’s comments, or the articles magazines and newspapers were publishing on the web.

When her team called her early in the morning for a meeting, though, she knew something else had happened. They’d already discussed everything related to her retirement, and weren’t meant for another meeting for another three weeks, when she’d sign the remaining papers to break most of her commitments and contracts, with only the bigger ones left until she could find another lawyer outside of her management. Not that she didn’t trust them, but Mariano was more a “making business only” instead of “breaking business” type of lawyer.

“Still no news from Tamara?” She asked Nina beside her. Nina shook her head.

“She said she’d be meeting us there, to ask for Alzamendi and to not talk until Mariano and she were present.”

“Alzamendi?” She repeated, “does that sound familiar to you?”

“I think I might have an idea.” Nina admitted. Luna looked expectantly at her, urging her to tell her. “Pedro’s girlfriend, Delfina Alzamendi, is a head manager here.”

She frowned. “But she’s in the entertainment business, not in sports. Why would she cite us here?” Her eyes widened, “you don’t think…”

Nina shook her head rapidly. “No, no, no. Tamara’s better than that, she knows you don’t want to enter acting, she wouldn’t do that to you. I was thinking more that maybe one of Delfina’s clients could be involved.”

“But why would Ámbar contact me vía my manager? She has our house number, and Simón’s and yours.” Nina looked at her funny, confusing her. “What?”

“I’m not talking about Ámbar, L. I think this is about Matteo.”

His name made her scowl. She still hadn’t forgiven him for hanging up on her without an explanation, or a goodbye, and the guy had sent her to voice mail after she tried calling him back.

“He has my number too.” Not that he cared to use it again. Boys were stupid.

By now Nina looked amused, but grimaced after a moment. “You haven’t seen it, have you?”

“Seen what?”

Nina took her phone out of her purse, typed in her code and opened her phone’s browser. She was about to protest when she saw her type ‘sol benson matteo balsano’, but was quietened when Nina clicked on an article about Matteo being the reason she was retiring from skating.

“This. It started the morning you posted the news on Twitter and a fan replied saying you meant Matteo when you said you were following your heart. I think that’s why Delfina wants to talk to you and Tamara, because Matteo wasn’t left in the best position. People are crossing him as a controlling chauvinist.”

Luna was feeling dizzy. She had meant for the news to affect her only, but now she was dragging Matteo too. “People are saying this?”

“Mostly your fans, and uninvited activists, but yes.”

“He must hate me now, Nina.” She groaned, hiding her face with her hands. By now they were almost by the entrance desk, and a few of the people there stared her way.

“He couldn’t even if he tried, Luna, don’t worry.” Her friend cooed, squeezing her hand in comfort.

“His manager contacted mine, Nina. People don’t do that unless they’re strangers or you hate the other person.”

“I think you’re exaggerating a bit.”

“He at least has to be mad. If anyone said I’m the reason they’re quitting their career I’d be too.”

“Maybe, but not mad at you. The people saying this are mostly gossipers and fans you have no control over, Luna, don’t worry.” She nodded a couple times, trying to calm herself and the unnecessary guilt she was feeling in that moment.

When she finally felt calm enough, she dragged her feet to the lady behind the desk, asking her politely where she was supposed to go. The lady’s eyes shone with recognition, before asking her who she was meeting with; as soon as she said ‘Alzamendi’, the woman’s grin could have rivaled the Cheshire cat.

“Miss Alzamendi and Mr. Balsano are waiting in room 7. Go straight that hallway and turn left on the first corner, it should be easy to spot it, the numbers are big enough; they’re still waiting for Mr. Périda, and your team, though. Is there anything I can get you both to drink? We have black coffee – black, decaf, with milk, vanilla latte and moka, tea – chamomile, green, lemon ginger and berry sangria, hot chocolate – sweet, bitter, Spanish, Mexican, white and raw, lemonades – strawberry, mango and mint, sodas-”

Luna blinked a couple times, surprised that a) they had so many options and b) they made their receptionist learn all of them.

“Uh, do you have water?” Nina asked, interrupting the woman before she went on to list all their available sodas. The receptionist shut up immediately, pursing her lips at Nina for a second before nodding, then she looked at her, expectantly.

“A Mexican hot chocolate would be nice, thank you.”

“Anything to eat? We have a couple of restaurants delivered to us, if you’re hungry.” Before she could refuse, Tamara’s voice was heard behind them.

“Luna!” She smiled politely at her manager, nodding in greeting to Mariano. “I’ll have a latte and the sir will have black coffee, no sugar, please.” The older woman addressed the receptionist, who simply wrote it down on a little notepad. Tamara didn’t bother to thank her before she was dragging Luna – and Nina, who was grabbing her hand- towards the hallway the lady had pointed out before. “Okay, so; Matteo Balsano’s manager called me yesterday and requested to have a meeting as soon as we possibly could, that’s why I called you last minute, sorry. Are you aware of the rumors going around of you two?” Luna begrudgingly nodded, “good, I don’t have to explain it, then. Alzamendi didn’t specify why she was requesting us, but my bet is on the news hurting Balsano’s image of the perfect guy.”

“That’s what Nina told me, too.” Tamara’s eyes flickered to Nina’s.

“Good.” That’s all she said before going back to explaining. “More likely than not, they’re pissed. It could be the boy, it could be his manager, it could be the label. Or a mix of all. We already broke all magazine deals, so there’s not much we can offer to clean his name. We’re betting on his team acting up and choosing to clean it up themselves, while praying they don’t leave you dirty at all. Mariano can make up an agreement with his lawyer to even out and make it fair for both.”

“Do you think Matteo’s capable of going as far as dirtying up Luna’s name?” She could tell Nina was worried, and already feeling protective of her. Tamara shook her head.

“He doesn’t strike me as the type, but we need to be prepared for the worst-case scenario.” She told them honestly, finally stopped walking in front of a door. Before they entered, though, she looked at Luna straight on. “Listen, munchkin, when you enter that door you need to forget whatever relationship you have with the guy.” She was about to protest, but Tamara shook her head. “Just until we know where we stand. And who we stand against, okay?” She merely nodded. “Good. Are we ready?”

Matteo was sure those had been the longest – yet quickest, because he spent most of them rushing to make himself more presentable- ten minutes of his life.

The door opened, and the corner of his mouth went up at the knowing he’d see her in seconds. When she didn’t acknowledge him, the smile fell. When she sat down on one of the chairs and kept her eyes on the table, he frowned.

Was she mad at him, at the situation they were in? Was she sad? What if it hadn’t been her decision? Could that be why she looked so… not herself?

He was about to go to her when Delfi stopped him. Matteo looked at her, questioning why she’d done it, but she sent him a look that said ‘quiet’.  

“Delfina,” the woman – who was part of Luna’s team, if his guess was correct- greeted his manager, a tight smile on her face. Then she turned to him. “Mr. Balsano, nice to meet you.”

Delfi sent her a polite smile. “Tamara, Mariano, it’s always nice to see you again.” He could’ve sworn he heard the man say, ‘is it?’ under his breath. “Miss Benson, Miss Simonetti, long time no see.” Wait, she knew them?

Luna looked up from the table, throwing a quick ‘hello’ to her; her eyes flickering for the shortest time to his face, before turning down again. His frown deepened as Nina’s friend answered Delfi’s greeting, more enthusiast. “Hi, Delfi, it’s good to see you again, too. I wish it were under, uh, better circumstances, though.”

He could tell Delfina was amused at her words, if her mouth twitch was any indication. “Straight to the point, huh? Sadly, we’re waiting for Matteo’s lawyer to get here first.”

“Why isn’t he here yet?” the man asked rudely, disdain clear as water on his face. Matteo felt attacked by his tone, and jumped at Gaston’s defense.

“I’m not his only client, sorry not all of us can afford to have a clear schedule twenty-four-seven.”

Mariano raised his brows. “Ah, yes, you’re right. Real jobs keep you busy. My bad.”

Matteo scowled at him. “How would you know? You’re jobless now that your client is quitting her not so ‘real’ job, no?”

“Matteo.” Delfina warned him in a hiss, pinching his arm to keep him quiet. He noticed Luna’s blank look turning into a small grimace.

Mariano was about to retort when Luna’s manager grabbed his arm. “Don’t.” Then she turned to Delfi, “I think’s it’s for the better to start discussing the elephant in the room, sweetheart. You can always update your lawyer when he comes.”

Delfi pursed her lips at the nickname, but stood up with a nod. “Fine. I don’t think I have to explain why we’re here exactly.”

“You understand this is not Miss Benson’s fault, right? This was a matter taken out of context by their fans and the media.” The man’s tone wasn’t exactly condescending, but even Matteo felt like he was trying to teach Delfi how to do her job.

Still, Delfi remained as calm as she could. “We do, as I’m sure you understand your client’s choices shouldn’t taint my client’s image, no?”

“He’s as tainted as you can get them. Aren’t ‘playboy’, ‘heartthrob’, and ‘ladies man’ nice ways of saying man-whore?” Matteo heard small gasps around him, but he was too shocked at the insult to notice whose gasps were from. Mariano looked smug. “If anything, he is the reason they assume conclusions. If your client didn’t have the image he has, our client wouldn’t have linked to him in the first place.”

That was enough for his friend to snap. “If your client had been properly trained to do interviews without making a mess we wouldn’t be in this situation at all!”

“Those articles had died down until both your clients chose to approach ours at a public event knowing there would be photographers all over the place! How’s that for trained?”

“Enough, Mariano!” His partner shut him up. The woman had the decency of looking ashamed. Delfi and him, though? They were pissed. “I’m really sorry, guys. This is not at all what we came here for and I apologize for my-”

“You have nothing to apologize for, Tamara.” Delfi interrupted her, “he does.”

Mariano pursed his lips, but spit out the apology anyway. “I’m sorry for the way I behaved just now.” Matteo clenched his jaw, moving his gaze to Luna, who looked mad, too. At whom, though, he didn’t know.

“As you know, all our news deals are broken. We have no control, or stance to negotiate with them anymore. So-”

“So, you want us to fix it for you? Is that it? Why should we, after the stunt your team just pulled?” Matteo almost growled, his anger rolling in waves through his body.

Tamara grimaced. “I was hoping we could make an agreement. I know we-” she pointed to Mariano and herself, “-haven’t behaved as we should. But this isn’t about us only.” She looked at Luna, whose frown and pursed lips were more evident now than before.

At last, she fixated her eyes on his.

“I’m not asking you to do anything for me.”

Matteo sighed out, “Luna-”

“No. Listen, if your image-” she scowled at the word, “- is so important to you I can ask Jazmín or someone else to interview me and I’ll tell them the truth.” Matteo almost choked up. Where was she getting at?

“The truth?” Delfi repeated, expectant.

Luna’s friend looked worried, now. “Lu- Sol, please-”

She looked at him, her eyes not wavering for a moment. “Y’know, that you’re not the reason of my decision. I’m sure your fans will be shocked to hear you’re not the center of my universe.”

“Luna, plea-” Nina tried to gain her attention, but she still didn’t move her gaze from him.

“And I’m sure they’ll be glad to know we’re not dating, much less friends.”

Had he been punched? He felt himself getting his breath knocked out of him. He barely heard her friend warning her. “Luna, stop. This isn’t you talking.”  

“No, let her talk.” Matteo was proud he didn’t sound as hurt as he was feeling.

“Oh, so you’re talking to me now?” her sarcasm was throwing him off. Why was she mad about him not talking to her when she basically ignored him too? “Or do I have to wait another two weeks for you to answer me again?” Oh.

Oh.

“You’re mad abou-”

“Dude, no.” Was that…? When had Gastón arrived that he didn’t even notice? He felt his friend squeeze his shoulder, before palming it a couple times. “Don’t answer that, you’ll never win that argument.” He whispered, shaking his head in Luna’s direction. Then he turned to everyone in the room. “So, what did I miss?”

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hi there! you're a darling, eustacia is a babe. how about 2, 3, 11, 17, 21 questions for the ask thingy? (ps. your answer to 20 question was something. i didn't know i need this imagery, god bless you *furiously fans self*)

i'm blushing irl because you called eustacia a babe, i've seriously never lived before today!!! ALSO, real talk? i'm probably going to make that into a longer standalone bc holy shit it was fun to write

asra angst at the top bc i love dying.

3. How would your apprentice handle being so close tosomething that they desperately want, only to have it ripped away? What was it?

It comes back—all ofher, she comes back. Asra’s done it—he’s done the impossible, he’s given her back to her. Only moments ago, hewas a complete, but friendly stranger, and now—now—

“Asra,” she sobs,reaching for him. He looks so relieved, tears spilling from his eyes, and hebreaks down himself, hacking up his own sob, “Eustacia, oh, shit, fuck, thank god! Thank all of them—”

He tries to bury his face in her chest, her stomach, but shedoesn’t let him. No, she drags him up and kisses him so hard they will bothsurely wear bruises.

Everything. She remembers everything. Every little detail.His hand lies flat on her chest, over the heartbeat he so excruciatingly loves,and they cry against each other’s mouths. It’s been so long, too long. Neveragain. They’ll never be apart again. She won’t let it happen.

She’ll tear apart the fucking heavens with her bare hands before he’s made to hurt again.

“The Count?” she asks, between kisses. “He’s dead?”

“Lucio’s dead,” he promises her. “He’s dead, and he’s never coming back.”

Another sob rips from her, and she’s made even stupider andmore boneless by relief. “Nadia lives?”

“Nadi lives. She’s alive, I think she’s safe.”

Eustacia draws him back against her mouth, mistaking the wetfrom her nose and the sting in her eyes as tears. But when her body begins tojerk, disobeying her will, and something trickles from her ears, and her mouthfills with the unmistakable tang of blood…

NO, she wants toscream, but she is frozen in place. Her body stands rigid as her expressiondrops and goes hollow, blank, even wrapped around Asra.

NO! NO-NO-NO! WE HAVESUFFERED ENOUGH. HE HAS SUFFEREDENOUGH. NOT AGAIN, NOT THIS, NOT ASRA. NOTASRA. NOTASRANOTASRANOTASRANOTASRA—

“Eustacia? Eustacia?!Wh-what happened, you’re—why are you bleeding? Eustacia? You…can you hear me?! No, no-no-no, PLEASE,” hepanics, and his panic turns to anger, despair, heartbreak. All of it, writtenplainly on his face, and she can do nothing but watch and scream silentscreams. Agony so intense, it might’ve shattered her beyond repair, if Asradidn’t take it back.

#’s 2 (nsfw), 11, 17, and 21 under the cut!

2. Does your apprentice get flustered over anything? Whatmake them flustered? Do they turn red? Stumble over words?

To give herself some credit—not the overblown, clownishly arrogant kind of credit a person thatthinks poorly of themselves uses to make cover for their self-loathing—Eustaciais usually the one to throw someone off-balance.

But, then Doctor Julian ‘I’m Actually Taller Than You And,Also, Look At My Lovely Red Hair, Dashing Eyepatch, And Big Pretty Hands’Devorak breaks into her shop, and ever since that moment she’s hasn’t knownpeace.

What a fucking suckershe is.

The Rowdy Raven is in rare form tonight, packed to therafters and so loud you’d be lucky to hear a thought in the confines of yourown head. The fugitive and the witch are hardly worthy of note, tucked into a far-backbooth as they are. But they’re having their own party. The masquerade is soon,and everything is up in the air, down to the wire, and all to sea.

It’s a shame Eustacia’s never had a knack for divination,otherwise she would’ve foreseen Julian’s very pleasant, and handsy mood.

The absolute filthhe whispers in her ear. It would make a seasoned brothel girl blush. But, toher credit, it takes Julian slipping his hand down the front of her pants toreally begin to undo her. She remains tucked into his side—nose-to-nose, hisarm around her shoulders—wheezing jagged, nervous laughter. Even with his gloveon, his fingers feel amazing circlingher clit.

She has to be an obscene red from her navel to her chin, andshe knows she keeps trying to bunch up like a dead spider—crossing her legs, duckingher head, hugging her middle, or tryingto. Julian’s making such good arguments.

Her laughter rises to a wild pitch, one of her hands flyingup to cover her mouth when he removes his hand and sucks her slick off hisfingers. She knots a hand in his shirt and thinks her howling laughter willrattle her apart when he kisses her and purrs, “You are the best thing I have evertasted. I really think I might die if I don’t get to hear how you laugh whenyou cum.”

11. Talk about how your apprentice deals with emotions. Boththe ones they like to feel, and what they don’t like to feel.

Unfortunately, especially for Asra, Eustacia knows she isthe sort of person that either feels everythingat the height of their extremes, or she plays numb to cover what she does notwish to display.

Her elevated moods, the good and the manic, make her brassy,brazen. Difficult to stomach for long periods unless you’ve trained yourself towithstand them. In these states she’s loud. Overwhelming. Her energy isfrantic, and she’s too lost to it to remember things like volume control, ormonitoring her mouth, or keeping her hands from being destructive when shetalks with them.

Everything is exciting, and everything needs done right now, right this instant.

Sadness, fear, anxiety—they all become anger. Her teeth andher muscles clench like her fists. Her voice bottoms out and her eyes weighheavy and unforgiving on any and all that cross her path. She stops walking,and ends up stalking, prowling. She watches empty air and waits for a fight tocome to her. When it doesn’t, she wants to look for one.

She doesn’t remember her old life, what kind of historycould happen to produce a person like she is, but she wonders how often shegave into the urge. She wonders if she ever tried to smother the impulse, killthis ugly beast with her hands breaking its neck, like she tries to do now.

When she is overtaken by anger, or clued into the vulgarityof her good moods, she pulls away from herself, putting her mental reins underan iron hand. Her incorporeal self takes a step away from her physical body,needing time and space to right herself, and her expression slips into a coolmask. Her body quiets, starting with her hands.

Only once she has made herself as placid as unbroken glassdoes she return.

17. Can they bear pain? How much pain can they bear? Do theyhate it or do they like it ala our good Doctor?

There’s something mean inside her, something ugly, and itfeels good to feed it.

This is a bar she’s never been to, and never will again. Shepours a beer in the lap of a man she’s never met, and never will again.

Her head snaps to the side when his fist connects. Laughterpipes up her throat, and a crimson bubble of blood on her lips breaks apartwhen it exits. The world blurs when the brawl starts. Eustacia splits herknuckles open on whatever they catch, throws her elbows, crushes feet with herheels, launches her knees.

Starbursts of pain make fireworks explode behind her eyes.Her nose gets broken, her brow split, her jaw rocked. Her cackle is howlingwhen she feels a rib grind together—broken. She rears her head up, catchingsight of Asra’s white hair weaving through the violence. He wades inthoughtlessly, as if he’s done this more times than he can count, a dance thathe knows by heart.

His expression is almost as murder as hers is, but itblanches to rabbit-hearted terror when she wipes her mouth on her sleeve,pushed by the crush of bodies out the door, bar brawl turning street riot likelightning.

It feels like the ocean is sliding off her body, and shestands straighter, taller, broader, as dark as an ocean trench’s bed.

She spits her blood in the face of a man that floors her,his hand eclipsing her head to slam it into the coarse pavers. The side of herhead shreds, pebbling with blood. Asra finds her again, hands glowing dangerously.He grabs the man by the nape, and Eustacia is bombarded by the stench of burnthair, laughing when her attacker screeches and wheels away.

“Get up,” Asra wheezes, taking her wrists. “You have to getup. The guards are coming—get up!”

He’s able to haul her away, her arm flung over his shouldersand her steps sometimes catching. Her head’s fogged, and she’s a littleconfused.

“I was gone for fiveminutes,” he barks. “Five minutes, and you start a riot. What were you evendoing?! What if you got stabbed?! Youcould’ve died, Eustacia—you could’ve died—!Do you know what that would do tome?!”

“Felt good,” she croaks, trying to wipe at her mouth, endingup hitting her nose and sending sparks into her vision. “Felt so good, getting—gettingthe pressure off. Don’t feel so badnow. Always feel so bad, like I’msick. It never stops.”

21. What’s their relationship history look like? What weretheir previous datemates like? Do they have a type?

At thirteen, she had her first kiss, and ever since thatmoment she was ruined. Completely andforever, in fact! When the girl that kissed her immediately stood up and left,scrubbing her mouth on her shirt and retching melodramatically, Eustacia was tooheartbroken to understand this was the beginning of a trend.

Through the rest of her teens, she would find herself drowning in romances—incredibly powerful,painfully short romances. The actualperson mattered very little, she went for all types if they spared a kind wordor a sweet touch on her.

There was a green-eyed woodcutter’s son that wooed herrelentlessly for weeks, and left her minutes after they finished fucking in hismother’s woodshed. A fellow witch in the Sisters that only met her in the dark,who went around calling Eustacia pathetic and creepy behind her back. A poetwith long, silky hair that introduced her husband to Eustacia the way wardensreleased hounds on escaped prisoners.

Her last ‘real’ romance, if you could’ve called a single onereal, was an opera singer. Renaldo Sarintoni, a man twice her age with a tenoras sweet as church bells. She’d gone to two of his shows, and after one of themhand-delivered a bouquet of roses to his door.

She’d scraped and scraped to afford those roses, and she thoughtshe might burst into tears when he ran his fingers over the petals and calledthem beautiful. What a sonorous voice you have, he marveled, do you sing?

Not much—she knew three arias and countless pub tunes—but,for Renaldo, she cleared her throat and sang a piece of a love song for him—libiamo, libiamo ne’lieti calici che labelleza infiora. The sparkle in his eyes was incredible.

That was probably her most intense love. He’d swept her offher feet, dressed her in fine things, wasted money on her to the point of embarrassment,took her to beautiful restaurants. They talked endlessly, for hours, abouteverything. She never wanted children, but might’ve had his.

Three months of otherworldly loving, until they woke up onemorning and he said, “I’m sorry. But…”

As badly as she wanted her heart to scar over and feelnothing, it didn’t happen. Left and right, she continued to fall in love, butno longer did she allow herself to wander into a place where her misshapen littleheart could get broken again. There was little to it left, and she wanted it toherself.

For a time, she fought herself, her nature, her ways. Shesnapped at suitors, laughed off ladies, and heaped scorn upon romantics that sniffedher out like bloodhounds.

And then, Asra found her.

She will end up wishing she hadn’t fought that love so hard.

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Yo YO YO waddup it's ur girl mIN and i'm here bringing in this piece of t r a s h (though don't forget my old but new babs Minjae and Dasom still need sum lovin)  for those wondering how ur already following dis blog, it's bc I dropped nami, she's now in Busan, w/ her boi Jitae and they getting ready to have a baby and she's very happy. This is also late bc birthday and work so i'm gonna get this off and go on mobile so hmu then w/ plots.

Okay so i have SO MUCH FOR HIM BUT NONE OF IT IS TYPED OUT SO LIKE???? IDK IF I SHOULD R E A L L Y POST IT BUT IT'S GOING UP SO Y'ALL KNOW I AIN'T FLAKING (Also hey if anyone wanna help me find a quality theme hmu. not that this one isn't but it's too soft for him idk )

ANYWAY

APPEARANCE:

Tbh he switches from Blonde woo to black woo a lot, but rn he's blonde woo 

he's a resounding 6'5 (and still fucking growing.)

He's buffish?? not overly but he's got a really toned stomach and muscles.

He has glasses but he doesn't wear them bc he if he gets into a fight he ain't got time to take them off  N he's smart enough to realize he could go blind fighting w/ glassses on

w/o them he's blind so he sticks to contacts.

He dresses in black and red most of the time

he really likes Lebrons and Jordans when it comes to shoe wear?? idk

He likes the ripped jeans aesthetic

Bg:

So his dad was an EMT and his mom was  911 operater and he grew up hearing horror stories from his parents.

His parents were genuinely good people and they had one of those homes where strangers would pay them rent to come and stay for a while. (like one of those free loader homes??) and tbh it was a real nice set up.

But when he was ten there were some drug addicts that moved in and they thought it would be a fun idea to get their tenants 10 year old son high as fuck.

Tbh he was always one to do bad shit, his parents just never caught him

he was also good at lying and told him they made him eat the cookie and told him he'd be locked outside if they didn't and needless to say they sued the tenants, moved out and continued leasing out to people.

He still did bad shit growing up, but it didn't get really bad until he got into high school

He met some guys and they would take him on joy rides, he'd choose to sit in the back, play his game boy while they would break in houses, or get in street brawls, but he thought it was pretty fucking funny and his friends usually gave him a cut for coming up with plans and keeping track of what they spent and what they didn't.

So they wanted him to join the Lost Boys, which was the gang that they were in, but he wasn't really into being apart of a sausage fest.

So he went and joined the Wildlings and he likes it there.

Not a total sausage fest.

He's their book keeper and recruiter for the gang

but he's 10/10 capable of kicking ass (Thanks to the 3 month lie of continous training provided by sunmi.)

Personality wise:

He's a terrible fucking guy

Will fuck your mom and brag to you about how good it was

ProtECTIVE AS FUCK

he doesn't get into fights, doesn't like it, thinks it's messy and doesn't want to hurt his precious hands

but like i said is v capable 

he uses his height and face to advantage and just glares.

Has no fucking shame, will do what he wants when he wants.

lOWKEY kinda blood thirsty though? like he'd rather cut you up then punch you? rather bash your head in then fight?

Somewhere deep deep deeep deeeeeep down there's probably a beating hear tbut like??

lmao he doesn't give a fuck. 

He does everything for his self interest.

He's not protecting you (usually) bc he cares about ur feelings but bc he's looking out for himself bc he's attatched.

Just know he's a terrible person.

Fun facts!!!!

H'es got some tattoos on his fingers, shit like 'go fuck yourself'  and 'why have a partner when my fingers can fuck you better.' 

He's a cat guy, secretly likes going to cat cafes.

He's the 'Cuddle King of Darkness' but only a few ppl can actually call him that.

which leads me into the fact that he's a great hugger and a great cuddler.

He has a lip and a tongue piercing.

sometimes he paints his nails black??

SO I'MMA BE PROACTIVE AND THINK OF SOME PLOTS FOR Y'ALL

so like give him an enemy. A really nasty one that has him spitting everytime they see each other, always sizing each other up. Let them talk shit about each other and try and sabotage each other ok??? i mean sometimes he'll be too lazy buT

give him someone he's met in the past, someone who went to his HS, someone who lived in his parents old house idk..

Give me angst? i've had him for 2 days and already want him to get shot wow

idk i was gonna try for you but i didn't, wow,, look @ that.