#Arthur would be so annoyed with movie he can’t even really listen to it

[arthur-lesters-nipples]

I know for a fact John would beg Arthur to take them to see A Quiet Place: Day 1 just for the cat

[whatifyoulivelikethat]

best laid plans, m | jjk

pairing(s): jungkook x reader

summary: It’s the middle of the night. You’re asleep next to your model boyfriend, Jeon Jungkook, who is jacking off while touching your tits. Wait. Hold on a second. What? (He is still your model boyfriend though, even after all that.)

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; established relationship; playful banter and shitty jokes; actually low-key crack and fluff; smut (fem reader, m-masturbation, handjob (while sucking on JK’s balls, lucky guy), tiny bit of nipple play and pussy slapping, edging, cowgirl, penetrative sex); non-idol!BTS; the parenthesis are the reader’s inner thoughts and i did make a Dynamite lyric reference with JK’s dick and you can’t stop me

yes, the title is a pun, channeling my inner seokjinnie it’s what you think it is and it’s also not

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Your dreams were always vivid and intense. 

Was it normal to have movie-level, hyperdetailed, sometimes not even involving you or anyone you knew (at least consciously), insane storyline dreams on a constant basis (without medication causing them)? You know, maybe not. You should get that checked out. But not today, because this is not the story about that (you really should get that checked out).

This is the story about you dreaming about your boyfriend jacking off next to asleep you and then realizing it was not a dream. 

At first you were like, man, that sure sounds like Jeon Jungkook breathing hard. Was he working out? Why are you having dreams about Jungkook working out? That's literally the most pointless, mundane dream you could ever have. Also, you weren't seeing anything, just blackness. What was the damn point of this dream you couldn't even look at him?

(To be honest, that’s very rude of you, brain.)

Jungkook always asked you to work out at home with him but, one, he was annoying as fuck to work out with because all he did was stare at you ("oh yeah, my bad for thinking you're sexy, holy shit, what a crime to think my girlfriend and future wife is hot!"); two, you literally had zero motivation to work out (not lazy, just, you know, didn't give a shit and Jungkook called that your great flaw of being his perfect girlfriend – but he loved all your soft bits so he was sending you mixed messages, tsk tsk); and finally, three, it always led up to fucking, so why go through all that trouble hyping yourself up in your leggings and sports bra, only to spend five minutes in them and forty-five doing a whole different kind of workout that didn't require clothes?

Exactly. 

Just skip that shit and get to the naked part. 

Oh, right, back to the whole deep-breathing Jungkook and you seeing darkness thing. 

Sometimes you had dreams with only sound and very little visual. It was disorienting, giving you the feeling of being trapped in a maze with no way out (dream analysts would be all over that shit) and once the images returned, you were usually naked (psychologists would have a field day with that). But this time, you were unmoving. Listening to tense inhale, drawn-out exhale, over and over, and you only recognized it as Jungkook because he did that thing where he sucked on his teeth a little, making that almost inaudible hiss noise. 

You felt heavy, tired, sluggish, as if you were dragging yourself through mud, in between the brink of conscious and subconscious, in that brief moment where you could control the dream but not your body, that little pocket of utopia. You searched for Jungkook in the darkness, curious to find him, and you couldn't, but he seemed to be beside you, to your right, where he usually was when you slept. Next to you, sometimes snoring so you'd have to smack him in the chest and he'd snort and stop (for a hot second, then you'd roll him to his side so at least he wouldn't be snoring in your ear). His pectoral muscles were bigger lately (you hated working out but you sure as hell didn't hate Jungkook working out) and the slapping sound was pretty satisfying now, palm to hard muscle. 

Kind of like the sound right now. 

Wait. 

You weren't slapping Jungkook's pecs.

You furrowed your brows. Huh? Why were you hearing that soft smacking sound over and over, Jungkook's low hiss and then your name in a deep hazy whisper and why was your front cold? You usually slept with only panties, no bra, but you weren't usually cold up top – that's what the linen duvet was for (you paid way too much for that, but you saw it on Instagram and, hey, it's your money, go off) and, to be honest, you used to be a cute pajamas person but, ever since you started living with Jungkook, he wanted you to wear as much as he did when he slept (read: literally only his boxer briefs). Lots of begging (and him being on his knees for you) later, and now it was your habit to strip before sleeping.

Anyway, back to being cold. 

You scrunched up your face and listened to the labored breathing in your right, a hand drifting on your stomach, tracing your bellybutton, moving up, light, delicate touches, the sound of skin on skin. A gentle fingertip brushed your nipple. 

You cracked your eyes open.

There was a tiny bit of light from your computer, the RGB keyboard casting a faint rainbow. You shifted your eyes to your right.

Jungkook's left arm was in an awkward position, softly caressing your nipple as he violently pumped his dick. 

On the bed. 

Underwear gone.

On the floor? Probably. 

He looked pretty damn hard. (Nice.) 

Your eyes floated to his face and his eyes were closed, mouth open, trying not to make any noise, gasping your name. Shapely jaw, soft cheeks, dark lashes, ash blond hair framing his handsome features, so beautiful it was unreal. His head turned towards you and his dark brown eyes slowly opened, purring your name lovingly. 

"Yeah, Jungkook?"

You saw the single blissful second it took for Jungkook's brain to catch up. 

Then he choked.

On air and his dick by squeezing it far too hard in complete and utter shock. 

"HOLY FUCK!"

He yanked his hand back, off your chest (feels bad man) and released his cock, causing it to bounce a little in the air (kind of sexy, not gonna lie), both of them shooting up to cover his rapidly reddening cheeks, one tattooed, one not, his inked right arm tense and his hand glistening with points of pre-cum.

You blinked innocently at him. 

"Oh, shit, fuck, I'm so sorry, um, l–listen," he sputtered, dick still sticking straight up, completely oblivious to Jungkook's embarrassment (ignorance is bliss). "I... I have a good reason, I s-swear."

You rolled onto your side and squished your tits together. Jungkook's brain seemed to implode a little, staring at your squashed breasts and hard nipples like it was the first time (even though you knew he literally sees them at least once a day).

"You're horny?" 

Your voice cracked a little from sleep and you coughed to clear your throat (not sexy, but such is life). 

Jungkook's shaking pupils were too busy staring at your titties. "Y-Yeah, I just woke up randomly horny as fuck, but I know how much you hate having your sleep disturbed so I was just going to edge myself a little... well, maybe finish…"

"You masturbating while touching my tits is not going to disturb me?"

"I... I've done it before..."

???????

???????

"Uh..."

"I don't touch you very much!" Jungkook blurted, grabbing your hands. "P-Please don't be mad! I only touch you a little and always very carefully! I never try to take advantage, I'm just horny, please, please, please don't be mad!"

He grabbed you by the shoulders and hugged you tightly. You grimaced, not because of the hug (Jungkook’s hugs were top tier), but because his hard dick jammed right into your thigh and smeared a giant line of pre-cum onto your skin (a little cold and not nearly as sexy as internet smut stories make it out to be, but maybe that was because you literally woke up to Jungkook jacking off without giving you so much as an invitation, rude). You gasped and retreated a little, but that made Jungkook try to grab you tighter and his cock bent upwards and jabbed you in the lower belly. 

Still leaking everywhere, by the way. 

"Oh shit–"

"Look here Excalibur, I'm not the stone waiting for the king," you winced, swiping your hand across your skin and wiping it on the side of his ass (hey, it's free real estate). Jungkook yelped, letting go of you. 

"Hey!"

"If you're horny, let's fuck, not joust. I don't have the proper equipment for that and I'm not an undercover Lancelot, as dope as that would be."

"I should be turned off by now," Jungkook muttered under his breath (probably cursing your poorly timed King Arthur jokes – you did have a tendency to wear your mind on your sleeve). "But I'm not because, fuck, look at this body..."

His hands were already running all over your skin and, if there was one thing Jungkook had an extra zest for, it was fucking you – all the time, twenty-four seven, rest in peace responsibilities if you ever decided to become a nudist, but thankfully you had self-control (not when it came to terrible jokes at inappropriate times though, that was your vice). However, sleepy you had less self-control and let him do whatever he wanted, running his fingers all over your chest, making you shiver and slide closer to him, rubbing your thigh against his length and he sucked in a breath, whispering your name hotly against your cheek.

"S-Stop, I'm going to get horny..."

"You're already horny," you hummed into his chin, running your fingers through his blond hair, closing your eyes again, listening to his soft moan against your cheek (he always sounded so good, so fucking sexy, it was sinful), your left hand sliding down between you both. his palms pressed into your breasts, squeezing them roughly as you cupped your hand around his length and balls (Jungkook was really warm and your hands were kind of cold, this turned out to be a win-win situation, sweet). You wound your fingers around his length with two fingers hooked around his balls, bouncing them lightly as you rubbed his velvety skin, sighing against his neck.

"Pog."

"Do not Twitch chat talk to my dick," Jungkook muttered. "Also, what kind of weak-ass handjob is this, are you just warming your cold-as-fuck fingers–" (well, shit) "–oh, fuck!"

You gripped his cock with your left hand and buried your fingers in his hair, tongue between your lips as you roughly stroked his length, making Jungkook squirm and gasp above you, jerking back. You kept your hold on him, tighter, feeling him swell and get harder, grinning, your eyes still closed, working him fast and firm.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Jungkook swore repeatedly, pinching your nipples and rolling them between his fingers (damn, he was making you work to keep this smirk on your face, but it was worth), tendrils of pleasure snaking through you. You bit the side of your lip, increasing your pace, squeezing just under the head the way he liked, pre-cum pooling around the pocket of your index finger and thumb, adding lubrication.

"Stop, s-stop, I'm gonna e-explode," Jungkook moaned, planting his hands onto your tits and sinking his fingers in the softness once more (hello? where's the titty love, this ain't all about you, Jungkook). 

"I like dynamite," was you answer, cracking one eye open. "Light it up." 

Jungkook growled in his throat, glaring at you. "I swear to God, if you weren't so fucking hot, I'd be so fucking limp right no–aah, d-don't, oh fuuuck, please..."

You slid down the bed, switching hands, attaching your mouth to his balls (he was probably grateful for that, can't talk with a mouthful of nuts, sad) and put your breasts on his thigh, rubbing your nipples all over his hard muscle as you sucked, starting off slow, then faster and faster, one to the other, tongue all over, Jungkook loudly rambling nonsense above you (you weren't paying attention, you had a dick to jack off and some balls to rearrange with your masterful tongue) until Jungkook squealed at your firm grip on the head, cutting off his orgasm once again.

"Stop edging me," he hissed angrily above you.

You blew a raspberry on his nuts.

"A-ah, fuuuuuuuuck!"

Oh, that turned out to be more pleasurable than either you or Jungkook imagined, because his eyes were gigantic and his hips were furiously humping your hand, but you weren't holding him tight enough for him to cum. You raised your eyebrows at him and Jungkook gave you the most displeased expression he could muster (he looked cute as fuck, a complete fail), ash blond strands clinging to his forehead, nose scrunched up.

"That was for jacking off without me," you tutted.

"You would have gotten pissed if I woke you up to fuck," he pouted.

"I need beauty sleep to be beautiful."

"I hear facials actually help quite a lot."

You burst out laughing and Jungkook followed suit, his rich, full, almost wheezing laugh, until he realized you had swiped a condom from the nightstand (yup, they were casually in a little moon-shaped dish by the bed next to the chap stick and phone charger, says a lot about you two), fitted it on him, and then you sat on his dick.

"W-Wait – oooooooh, fuck!"

You waited a second for your body to adjust, forcefully stretched out by his thick girth, but it wasn't that bad when you were controlling your muscles and expecting it, so you started rocking your hips after the second, sighing in satisfaction. Jungkook's eyes rolled back into his head, his long fingers bunching up on his chest, raising his ass to get deeper with every slap of hips to hips, your body talking to his, heat rising through you, branching out your spine and to your limbs, the best kind of workout (your only workout, be honest here), clenching your core, making Jungkook snap his head back in panic, shaking his head furiously.

"I'm g-gonna cum if you keep going l-like that..."

You leaned down, brushing his hands away and spreading your fingers over his pecs, running your nails over his hard nipples. Jungkook whimpered, chewing on his lip, you turning the tempo from a fast one to a longer, slower, more complete stroke from head to base, soft ass smacking his soft balls. He looked up at you, moaning softly, pupils blown wide, rainbow shadows over his face (damn, he's pretty, eleven out of ten, for sure), gasping your name, his hands finding your forearms and caressing them, eyelashes fluttering.

"O-oh, fuck, p-please... faster... wanna cum... you're so fucking sexy... ah, fuck, wanna cum for you..."

No one could say no to that, especially not you.

You slid your arms down to the bed, right beside his head, and increased the force, intensifying it all, Jungkook's fingers flying up and holding onto your nipples, the sheer wildness of your own pace tugging and pulling on them, your breathing deepening, panting hard, wispy and hot, his name on your lips, pleasure all over, passionately fucking him into the bed, and him jutting his hips back into your soaked walls, throbbing against the tightness, so hot, fire coursing through you, your juices soaking his crotch and balls.

“Jungkook, oh, fuck, yes...”

You squeezed him hard and Jungkook thrust into you with a groan, all hardness and thickness violently burying itself into your overwhelming heat and you moaned lustfully, pussy shuddering around his wonderful cock, feeling it shiver repeatedly, his orgasm filling up the condom so much that you felt the latex stretch inside you, jarring jerks with each of Jungkook's soft cries, his head shoved into the pillows, blond hair fanning out like a halo and practically wearing out your name with how many times he was chanting it.

You reached and held down the condom as you unsheathed (the beast), collapsing against the bed and laying down, wheezing a little, greatly satisfied at your work.

"Boom."

You weakly reached up and mimed a firework with one hand.

"Like dynamite."

"Oh, my fucking God," Jungkook muttered, peeling off the condom and immediately snatching the towel next to the bed (also says a lot about you two) and another condom, yanking off the other one (trash can next to the bed already, again says – never mind, you get it) and cleaning himself off before putting on the new one. "On your back."

You rolled on your back, snickering. "Three parts dynamite, with a nitroglycerin cap–"

Jungkook clapped a hand on your mouth and it smelled a whole lot like his cum. "This is not the time to be quoting the Addams Family, you animal."

You nuzzled out of it, grinning. "I'm just saying I want an orgasm equivalent to blowing up a small house."

"Oh, you'll get it," Jungkook growled, yanking your hips to the center of the bed, pushing your legs up to your chest, almost bending you in half. "You ready?"

You bit your lip, still grinning. "Of course."

One hand left your leg and you were confused for a split second.

The next you were gasping, Jungkook rapidly smacking his hand into your clit and pussy, not hard, but constant, swift smacks that got you wetter and wetter, quivering and struggling for breath.

"J-Jungkook, oh f-fuck, Jungkook..." you whined, fingers digging into the sheets, twisting them, bouncing your hips towards him. He inhaled sharply, fitting his finger onto your clit and raising himself.

"W-wait – oh fuck!"

Jungkook chuckled and thrust into your wet warmth, rubbing your clit at the same time. Your body squirmed, trying to alleviate the sudden high rush of pleasure, but Jungkook was stronger (was this the reason he worked out? no complaints here), his free hand pressing your leg down into your chest, your other leg crammed against his shoulder, his hand snaking in between and stimulating your clit, not having to move because you were moaning helplessly, rutting against him repeatedly, pulsating all around him, so good, so good, throbs of desire against his callused fingertip, eyes rolling back. Hard cock, engorged clit worked into a frenzy, your own hips fucking him back so hard that Jungkook was moaning with you, your name tumbling out from those pink lips.

"Cum for me, fuck, you sound and look so sexy, come on, come on..."

You would have praise for him too if you could breathe, but you couldn't, pleasure so overwhelming that your eyes closed, getting there, getting so close, and Jungkook he kept going until you wailed his name, back arcing, your tits hitting your thighs, forearms taut and straining, lower body lurching towards him and leaking out slick juices all over his crotch and yours, so much so that his finger slipped and his nail nicked your clit, turning your moan into a howl of ecstasy.

"Oh, shit, are you ok–"

You grabbed his hips, ignoring whatever the fuck he was saying, and slammed him down into your pussy, making Jungkook lose his balance and put his hands on the bed, yelping, and you hissing in his face, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, please, Jungkook, give me your cock, and Jungkook was saying something but your body gave no fucks, ears mysteriously broken at that specific moment, raising your hips to meet his as he sank down, Jungkook's face scrunching up and his pleas finally reaching your ears.

"H-Hold on, I want to last, stop, stop, stop..."

"Who cares about that, I need dick," was your very impatient response, but Jungkook grabbed your thighs and pinned you down, stopping you and him from moving, you whining and clenching around him.

"This is not p–"

Jungkook immediately fitted his hand over your mouth, narrowing his eyes at you. "No. Bad. Shush."

(How did he know you were going to say 'this is not poggers'?)

You wiggled your ass and Jungkook growled, pulling out and slamming back in, not fast, but powerful, cock getting harder and harder with your whines and cries behind his palm.

"This is what you need," he panted, deep and gravelly, one hand on the bed and one on your mouth, fucking you so hard that your ass was bouncing on the bed, creating a wet spot on the sheets with how drenched you were for Jungkook's lust-filled, husky voice. "Need me to fuck you silent, fuck, you're so tight and wet, come on, cum for me, cum for me, you sexy, sexy woman..."

Your body was already complying, pleasure wrapping all around, body so hot from the fire within, tongue pressed against his palm, moaning lewdly around his fingers as you came again, and he was so hard, fuck, Jungkook was so fucking hard right after he woke up, always, (a fucking mystery and eighth wonder of the world and your pussy was thoroughly investigating), so deep and so thick, your muscles clutching him tight, sucking him back in. His fingers separated a little, loosening his grip, and you heard your needy whimper mildly muffled by his digits.

"You're so good Jungkook, I love you, fuck, I love your cock, Jungkook..."

You looked up into his eyes, at his long hair hanging around his face, jaw clenched, smirking as he saw your gaze, biting the side of his lips in concentration.

"I love you too," he breathed. "You're the sexiest, most beautiful woman in the world."

You clamped around him and Jungkook groaned, eyelids fluttering, grunting as he forcefully thrust into you, your name mixed with a moan as he came again, fully sheathing himself in your quivering, abused heat, warm pulses soothing him and you all over. The sheets stuck to your ass, covered in your sweet-smelling cum.

(Good thing that was on his side of the bed.)

His hand glided up your face, pushing back your hair, shuddering as he rutted into your core a few more times, savoring your tightness.

"You alright, my dude?" you whispered nonchalantly, gasping slightly.

Jungkook cracked one eye open. "Yeah, I'm fucking fantastic, bro."

"Pog-"

Jungkook shoved two fingers into your mouth and you choked a little, pouting around his fingers (you weren't surprised though, you knew it was coming).

"I will whip this dick out and slap you in the face with it."

"That's kinda nasty, but also sounds kinda hot," you gargled around his fingers.

"... You're right. Damn, he's asleep. Shit."

Jungkook pulled his fingers out and wiped them on the towel, frowning as he glanced down.

"Only him and not us, something seems a little inverted here."

Jungkook chuckled and leaned down to kiss you (another reason why he was the perfect partner, still being affectionate, regardless of your loony antics).

"I love you."

-

in which you anger jjk by being annoying - wait, that’s every day well, he still wants to bang you counter point

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[hetalia-reacts]

PLATONIC HEADCANINS !! PLATONIC HEADCANONS !! HOW ABOUT- a doting touchy-feely PLATONC reader with the allies?? Friendship headcanons :3 (do Axis if u can but PLEASE don't do that if you are tired or busy PLEASE don't ♡♡:))

America

I feel Alfred is also a bit of a touchy-feely kind of friend too

Especially with best friends and whatnot

Is either always at your house or telling you to come to his

He just wants to watch movies or play video games with you

Heck he just wants to exist in the same room with his bestie

Will Alfred wake you up at 3am to do something with him?

Yes

Y’all will either be doing mundane things like going on a store run or literally committing a crime

There is N O in between

Since the both of you are both touchy-feely and likely clinging to each other you bet you’ve gotten the same question 1000x

“Are you two dating?”

You both either go for the ewww hell no or a straight faced but sarcastic yes we totally are

But it’s 50/50 if you both actually go for the same response

It’s a game at this point to see if you guys can read each other’s minds

You guys usually make an awkward situation for the person that asked because one will say yes and the other says eww and neither of you will back down and explain that you guys are just sarcastic and teasing jerks lmao

England

Arthur isn’t the most touchy person so having a friend that is can be tough sometimes

He does appreciate the hugs and physical comfort/support but he just gets kinda awkward

Well at first anyways

When you are certified besties he’s used to it and one can often find him gravitating towards you to just be close

Will never admit he likes it though sorry he’s a hard head

No one dares ask either of y’all that dreaded question though because they don’t want to deal with his sarcasm and the lecture that’s sure to follow

Arthur is a chill bestie though

Often invites you over to just be together

He doesn’t care if it’s just to talk, do something, or simply enjoy the presence of someone else

Help him cook maybe?

Even if you suck at cooking he enjoys attempting to cook with someone else

And that also means having fun in the kitchen and being complete dorks the whole time

And also having to order food or eat a sandwich because unless you can cook it’s going to be inedible

Will make you watch and read Sherlock, even if he has to be there or read it to you it’s happening

France

Francis is very touchy as a friend unless he knows someone dislikes it

So having a bestie that is like him is perfect

People probably think y’all are glued together at this point

No one would ever think y’all are dating either because Francis acts completely different with his bestie than a love interest

He’s kind of a mean ass ngl

He likes to jokingly bicker and fight with you

And definitely likes to cling and be dramatic with you to the point it’s annoying to others

Francis drags you with him everywhere

His house, the gym, the store, England’s house, etc

He cant just go alone anymore it would feel wrong like he’s forgetting something

If you’re bad at dressing or have no style he’s got your back

Literally shops for you but also constantly says things like you’ll never look as good as him

You are also one fo the few that will ever see Francis get serious or down in the dumps

It’s just something he doesn’t wear on his sleeve and reserves for those closest to him

Canada

Matthew is not used to having people cling to him

He’s not really used to having people notice him so having a someone that’s his bestie, that notices him the most, and always clings and talks to him is a strange and wild concept

Doesn’t mind the touchiness and honestly rather prefers it

He’s kinda touch starved :/

Matthew is likely always at your house with Kumajirou

Movie marathon and cuddles yo

Also as his closest friend you come to see his ‘secret’ side of being sarcastic and a complete savage

This boy does not hold back with you either

Maybe at first he did but when he realized y’all are in this friend stuff for life he won’t censor or sugar coat things if it’s not necessary

Makes you play and watch hockey with him

Will teach you everything if you know nothing

Matthew is the type of friend to invite you to his families holidays/vacations and come to yours

He knows and is cool with basically all of your family

I mean who could hate or dislike this polite boy?

Russia

Ivan is not used to friendship either as people usually tremble in fear before him

so having a friend that is touchy on top of having a close friend can be a bit much at times

But he’s happy!

He loves the hugs! Loves the contact! Loves having a friend!

Loves cuddles most of all he won’t lie, Ivan loves the feeling of comfort and support when you cuddle him

People do often assume you two are dating because most people assume someone would only put up with him if they were in love with him

Neither of you mind the rumors since y’all know the truth

Ivan is the sweetest friend

He shows up unannounced with food or groceries all the time

Always helping you out without being asked

Like oh your washing machine broke I fixed it/bought you a new one already or oh you suck at this let me explain it and teach it to you

Does this completely unprompted

He’s always over at yours or always inviting you over to his

Wants to do classic friend things?

Like things he sees in movies and shows that friends do a lot or things he’s overheard from others

Late night store runs, hanging out at parks, showing up unannounced to crash at your place, those kind of things

You’re the only person he confides in, you know all his secrets, his sadness, everything

Honestly, Ivan is the person who needs a touchy-feely friend the most out of everyone

China

Yao is happy about having a touchy friend but will always play like he hates it

Not in like a tsundere “I totally d-don’t need friends baka” kind of way but a really dramatic “omg I can’t believe you’re so obsessed with me haha loser” kind of way

He’s only joking of course and apologizes if you get hurt by his teasing or he crosses a line

Only a brave few would try and ask if y’all are more than friends

They have to listen to a lecture with an angry Yao explaining that people can be close and not want to date and how immature and inappropriate they’re being

Totally the type of friend that mothers you

Constantly says you look skinnier than last time and forces you to eat because he’s worried for you

Will not sugar coat anything for you

If you ask for his advice then I’m sorry but you’re gonna get it even if it makes you cry or get mad

Yao wants you over at his constantly

He’s lonely man ㅠㅠ

And he doesn’t want to leave the comfort of his house

Expect a lot of his gifts for your birthday/holiday to be cute plushies he found

Germany

Ludwig act differently depending on when y’all become besties

Like before Italy, he’s nervous, confused, and slightly annoyed by all the touching and notion of being besties

If it’s after Italy he’s used to all the touchiness and has figured out how to show his friendship to you in other ways

Like making you things! Or simply inviting you to hang out!

Ludwigs is always gonna be a bit awkward though

Always shy about hanging out and inviting you over

Many people assume you two to be dating because of his awkwardness but he is the first to start defending your friendship and it’s pure nature

He develops a sixth sense and now answers people’s questions about the two of you without even looking at them

He can just feel the nasty vibes

Asks you to do mundane things with him

Like shopping or even chores

Asks you to come bake with him a lot

It was embarrassing at first since not many people know his love of making sweets but he’s over that now

I know I say this a lot, but please work out with him _(:3 」∠)_

My guy just wants a work out buddy, a spotter, a n y t h i n g just please pick up the smallest dumbbell and pretend you want to work out

If you ask for advice expect him to be straight to the point about it but comfort you afterwards

Italy

Feliciano is a god tier bestie if your touchy-feely

Doesn’t matter if that touchy-feely emotionally and/or physically he’s down for both

Like please hold his hand, hug him, give him head pats, cheek kisses or any form affection really

No one even thinks anything of it, it’s just Feliciano being himself

If anyone did ask if you were dating he might get self-conscious of his actions, he doesn’t want you to feel uncomfortable or like he was trying to be something more with you

He’s easy to calm down though

Feliciano invites you out all the time

Restaurants, wine tastings, farmers markets, gondola rides, just about anything he can think of that he thinks you would like to do

Always at your house

He eats all of your food too, but he makes you some in return so it’s okay

Gives really good advice

Like for his bestie he’ll get super serious and thoughtful about your issues, even spending days thinking of solutions

Tries not to sugar coat things for you but ends up doing just that

He doesn’t want to make his friend cry or even more anxious

Will comfort you though if you are upset about anything he’s said and apologizes profusely for it too

Japan

Kiku is overall one of the ones who needs a touchy bestie but is the most challenging with receiving or giving the touchiness back

He’s a man who enjoys personal space and alone time, so he’s honestly surprised anyone considers him a true best friend

He knows he can get a bit feisty and shut himself away when he gets uncomfortable and that makes it hard to truly befriend him

But he’s really happy you stick around and deal with his awkwardness and rejection of your affection

Tries his hardest to at least accept your friendly affection

No one would dare ask if you two are flirting or together because my god it’s taking so much of his effort to just sit less than 2 feet away from you at the start so they don’t want to ruin his progress by making it awkward

Kiku definitely asks for your opinion on anime and manga

Gets into heated debates with you over certain ones

Is shy but asks you to come over a lot

Likes to have tea and snacks with you while you guys talk

Y’all can talk for literally a whole day

You sleepover a lot, he insists and even got you your own futon with a cool custom cover

Gifts you a kotatsu at some point because he loves them and he thinks you should enjoy them all the time too

When he gets over a lot of shyness he loves when you do simple forms of affection with him

Like ruffling his hair or holding onto his arm or even just leaning against him

He enjoys those the most since they aren’t too physical and mentally taxing on him and it still let you physically express your friendship with him like you love to do

If you ask for advice either get prepared for a harsh wake up call or a stumbling mess of words

It’s 50/50 if Kiku gives you the stone cold truth or tries to spare your feelings

As your friend he thinks you deserve the truth but he doesn’t want his harsh advice to ruin your mood or make you hate him

[yanderepuck]

Ever think about how Vinc, Theo, Arthur and Dazai went back in time??

I bet you don’t

Well now you’re gonna

This will also have random history facts

We are also assuming it is early/mid 19th century 

Everyone has new technology to learn

Meanwhile, the Van Gogh brothers, Arthur, and Dazai have to learn how to live without things

If Mozart thought he had culture shock before WAIT UNTIL HE MEETS ARTHUR

Arthur is 100% into Jazz(founded in 1895) and Mozart HATES it with a passion

Arthur has a record player that he will play jazz records on, and the first time Mozart heard it he burst into the room yelling “WHAT IN GODS NAME ARE YOU LISTENING TO.” and Arthur is just laying on his couch reading or something and he’s like “Jazz” and goes back to reading or whatever.

Mozart is ready to throw it out the window

Arthur and Dazai were around when the first telephone was a thing(1876). At one point one of them is probably like “Oh!  I have to tell ____ something.  I’ll call them”

And everyone else is like wtf do you mean???

And they go “shit….fuck….can’t do that here”

Dazai misses movies

I also feel like (ikevamp) Dazai would be really into coka cola, which wasn’t made until 1886

At that time it was made with cocaine 

LIGHTBULBS!  They weren’t a thing until the 1880′s, meaning Dazai grew up with artificial light.  Sometimes he walks into a room at night and rubs the wall looking for a switch until he goes “Wait….that’s right.  I need a candle”

Some article of clothing of Arthur’s is bound to have a zipper(1893). Maybe a coat of his??   Leonardo and Isaac would see it and be like “wtf???  How does it work” and the two of them just start looking at it.

Arthur just sighs and hands them the coat knowing they won’t leave him alone until they figure it out

Leonardo is also very offended that Comte has never brought him anything back from the 20th/21st century

Comte’s excuse is that if Leonardo gets his hands on something like that then there’s no telling what he’d end up making, and he doesn’t need that sort of attention

Arthur hates the shitty version of the type writer at the time

Also feel like Arthur has a love for fountain pens . . which won’t com around until 1884

Theo also forgets that artificial light isn’t a thing and will rub the wall until he remembers.  Sometimes it takes a while

Sometimes Theo and Vinc just want some gum.  Even though 1870′s gum wasn’t great(compared to 21st century) they still liked it.

I don’t know how long it took to get to Europe, but the first motorcycle was made in 1885, and that’s just something Theo would have been all over.

Dazai gets to the 19th century and goes “You still you carriages to get around?”  Isaac would be like “Yeah?  What did you use?”  and Dazai goes “Pft, a car” and that is the first time Isaac wanted to hear Dazai talk.

Theo’s first day at the mansion, he gets introduced to Napoleon and goes “Huh, you aren’t so short after all”

Napoleon is like “what is that suppose to mean?”

Vinc would be a little upset that bicycles aren’t a thing yet.  He use to love riding one in the country side

You know when Arthur is writing a lot because you hear him screaming at how much he has to dip his quill in the ink, and how he wouldn’t have to do this with a fountain pen.

To solve this issue he goes to Leonardo. “I need a pen that holds ink for more than a few words.  Or else a better typewriter”

Leonardo told him to give him a week or two to see what he comes up with.  What he comes up with is equivalent to a fountain pen prototype.  He told Arthur he’d keep working on it but Arthur goes “nope.  This is fine for now” but Leonardo does anyway.

Vinc would see Sebastian doing dishes and go “Is a dish washer not a thing yet?”  the same goes with laundry.  He’s a little confused why he’s doing it all by hand until he realizes those things don’t exist

 It harder to getting use to things that aren’t there.  Dazai simply gets upset he can’t get Japanese food in France without someone making a special trip.

Arthur will also listen to big band music to annoy Mozart

Masterlist

[brilliantt]

Gangster in Distress

Summary: Tommy was only interested in Y/N to seal a deal with her father. He thought she was a spoilt, rich girl... until a mishap with some thieves makes Tommy reconsider.  

A/N: I just rewatched the movie Ever After with Drew Barrymore and let’s just say it heavily inspired this fic....

It was often that Tommy would sacrifice his own family to ensure a deal or stop a war. A key example being when he convinced John to marry Esme, preventing a battle with the Lee family. Tommy was rather good at pushing his family to the forefront of his problems. Now though? Now it was Tommy’s turn. 

Tommy desired to extend his gin business through London and beyond. The only issue being a Mr Walter Brown. Mr Brown ran an immensely successful distillery in the heart of London and Tommy knew striking a deal with him was his only route to a new found fortune. He had met with the man once at his home, the house exceeding even Tommy’s manor. They had spent a long time coming to a suitable deal. The man had no need for money nor protection, although Tommy tried to persuade him. It was a lost cause; the man’s fine suit and multiple men lingering by the door could have told him that. There was nothing the Peaky Blinders could offer him that he didn't already have, Tommy still persisted.

The meeting had lasted three hours before Tommy watched the man stand up and glance out the window behind him, the view obscured from Tommy. Mr Brown rubbed his white moustache and sighed, resting his gaze back on Tommy. He explained to him that he had a daughter who he wished to see married, and to a financially secure man. Of course Arthur and John were out of the question and Finn was too young for the woman. This left Tommy to take the bullet. It certainly felt like a bullet when the daughter had slammed the door, storming out of her father’s study just after she was told the news. Perhaps it would be for the best, he would have some company and Charlie a mother figure. Not forgetting their union would make Tommy very rich. 

The deal was settled and they would be married the next month, giving Y/N and Tommy some time to get to know each other. He made frequent trips to London to become acquainted with his bride-to-be, the two of them left alone in one of the parlour rooms. The first few times she had sat like a petulant child, ignoring his attempt at conversation, and not being afraid to tell him what she thought of the arrangement. Her expensive gowns and shiny jewellery reminding him of the two different worlds they came from. It was on the fourth visit when he became impatient and decided to move their relationship forward and to try and seduce her. His hands on her waist and wandering lips warranted a red cheek and a view of Y/N’s back as she huffed out of the room. 

The next time he came, he made sure to bring Charlie. She would have to meet him eventually and he could only hope she wouldn’t bring up his actions with a child in the same room. It was fair to say she much preferred the boy’s company, immediately grinning Charlie and bringing out a story book to share with him. It was this moment where Tommy couldn’t completely resent the arrangement. Charlie liking her was more important than him liking her. And after Y/N had taken him to the stables to meet her horses, Charlie would barely release the woman. It was there where Tommy had attempted to apologise for his behaviour the previous visit (not really because he was sorry, but more to remain on good terms with her father). It was also here that when Y/N had distracted Charlie with her most beautiful mare, told Tommy if he tried anything again she wasn’t afraid to use the hunting gun and shoot it at his unmentionables. 

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The wedding hadn’t been anything special to Tommy. He had already had his dream wedding with Grace and Y/N had refused to have a big attendance, although this didn't stop her from wearing a very extravagant dress. The ceremony was limited to only Y/N’s father, Charlie and Aunt Polly.  Polly had returned to Birmingham the same afternoon, after their lunch, with Charlie. Mr Brown had retired to his room which left the newly weds alone. Except their anticipated wedding night consisted of Y/N leading Tommy to a guest room and shutting herself into her bedroom. 

Tommy spent the next few days, finalising some business and plans with his new father-in-law, while Y/N was busy packing her bags to move into Tommy’s manor with him and Charlie.

The rain was heavy on the day they were to drive back. Despite still being angry at her father, she gave him a tight hug before rushing into the vehicle, out of the rain. It was a long car journey back to Birmingham and Y/N had taken to sulking with her arms crossed, staring out of the window for the first hour. 

Tommy sighed and pursed his lips, “We should at least try to be civil, you know.” By the look on Y/N’s face, he knew his words would cause them to argue. He didn't care though, arguing would be better than sitting in silence for the rest of the trip. He also couldn’t take another minute of watching the woman fidget in her seat, he knew she was itching to speak.

Y/N kept her gaze out of the window, “You and my father dealt me off like i’m a fucking horse. I don’t have to be nice to you.” 

Tommy clenched his jaw, feeling desperate for a cigarette. ”Your father wanted what was best for you.” He heard Y/N let out an amused huff.

“Oh and you’re my knight in shining armour? Lucky me.” Tommy turned to look at her before focusing back on the road. He chose not to say anything, “I don't even see why I had to marry in the first place. I was fine staying with my father.’”

This time Tommy felt amused, “Hmm and doing what exactly? Perching on your little pedestal and looking pretty?" He hid his smirk when Y/N turned to look at him with an annoyed expression. He quite liked riling her up. 

“I’m not just some spoiled little girl, so stop treating me like one.” She crossed her arms again and huffed.

“If you didn’t act like one, perhaps I wouldn’t treat you like one.” Tommy retorted.

"Your perception of women is abhorrent. Just because I'm pretty and like to dress nicely, does not mean you can belittle me. And if you continue to do so, we are going to have problems." Tommy raised his eyebrows. "Besides, you ought to tread carefully, you are looking at the future owner of the Brown distillery. My father may have made a deal with you that doesn't mean i can't change it when i'm in charge."

Tommy felt a smile growing on his face, "You would deny your own husband?" It widened when all Y/N did was smirk at him. The silence grew again before Tommy asked, "You think you can handle running the business?"

Y/N smoothed down her hair that had gone fluffy from the rain, "You may think i just sit around, but I am very much involved in the distillery. I'm more than capable of running the business."

Tommy quickly glanced at her again, finding a sense of respect he didn't expect to feel. 

When Tommy didn’t reply, Y/N scrunched her nose up, "I do hope you're not a husband who will deny me of such a job.” Tommy rolled his eyes and shook his head. “Good, because I wouldn't have listened anyway."

"And what shouldn't a husband deny you of?" Tommy questioned in a teasing tone.

"Hmm,” Y/N grinned. “A good husband should let me do exactly as I please. He will let me work, go to the market, run through the garden without shoes, gallop through the field on a horse, or do absolutely nothing all day."

"And, what about a good wife?"

Y/N stroked her chin in thought and looked at Tommy "Well, I guess that's for you to decide."

Tommy didn’t answer her. "You like horses?" He said a few moments later. 

"Love.” Y/N smiled and looked out the window dreamily, the rain still hitting the window. “I grew up with my grandparents in the countryside, they were from my mum's side, who, well, were not rich like my dad’s. We spent all our time on the farm and from the moment I first laid my eyes on the beautiful horses, that was it."

Tommy smirked, "So the city girl is actually a farm girl?" Y/N’s response was a roll of the eyes.  "The horses you showed Charlie were incredible." His words seemed to divert Y/N back into her bratty state, she crossed her arms again and glared at the man, raising an eyebrow at him. "And I had to leave them behind."

Before Tommy could respond, the car jolted. He lost control for a moment before managing to stop the car. Trees surrounded the pair and Tommy recognised the road built through the forest. He wasted no time to jump out and check each wheel, finding the problem on Y/N’s side, a small hole visible. Y/N rolled down the window, "What happened?”

"The tyres burst, I must have hit a stone or something." He stood back up wiping down his suit. "Come on." He opened the door to her side and gestured for her to get out. 

"What?"

"The house isn't far from here, we can go by foot." Y/N looked at him in shock.

"It's raining and muddy!" She made a motion to her dress, to which Tommy rolled his eyes. He grabbed her arm and pulled her out, dragging her to the boot of the car. He pulled out one of the smaller luggage bags and pushed it in her arms before looking at her pointedly, "You said you grew up on a farm." 

"Past tense, Thomas!" She huffed and re-positioned the bag, watching Tommy grab the two larger ones. He led them around the car and they walked barely a metre before a man with shoulder length grey hair came out of the trees pointing a gun at the two. "Don't be leaving so quick now." He let out a whistle and more men came from the trees, all with guns. Y/N gulped and raised her hands in the air, subsequently dropping her bag, the contents spilling over the floor. She heard Tommy curse and watched him put the luggage down more carefully than her. 

"Y/N go back in the car." Not having to be told twice she rushed back to the passenger side. Feeling nervous when the men advanced on Tommy, a fist fight, four on one beginning. 

Before she could open the door, one of the men had grabbed her, making her yelp and shove him to the ground. She tried to hit the next man who made a grab for her but he caught her arm and held it behind her back. It took three men to stop her struggling, pulling her to where their leader stood. They held her there, Tommy a few metres opposite her being held in a similar position, a cut on his forehead and a bruised eye. The two watched as the thieves began rifling through Tommy’s car and her luggage on the floor.

One of them held up a rather beautiful, expensive looking dress adorned in jewels. “Excuse me!” Y/N spat, missing Tommy closing his eyes in annoyance. ”That was my mother’s dress, you give that back!” She felt the men tighten their hold on her. The leader smirked and stalked over to her. He lifted one of his ring covered hands and caressed her cheek. "Feisty little thing.” He whispered. 

Tommy began struggling, "Let her go.” He demanded, voice strong but eyes tired. “Your fight is against me not her." Y/N could only then see that the two men knew each other. The man removed his hand and walked closer to Tommy. He relented and told the men to release her.

Y/N pushed her way out of their arms, shivering from the rain and annoyed at the mud tracing up her skirts. She raised her chin to the leader, "I demand that you give me back all of my things. And since you shot through one of the tyres and have my driver captured, a horse for the journey back." All of the men’s eyes widened at her order. The leader titled his head, and grinned sarcastically.

“Princess,” He spread his arms out in front of him, ”You may have anything you can carry." His men chuckled around them. Y/N raised her eyebrows, a devious look in her eyes as she glanced at Tommy, who was staring at her in disbelief. 

“Do I have your word on that, Sir? She asked.

The man bowed his head, “On my honour as a Gypsy.”

Y/N nodded once. She walked past the Gypsy, staring at him as she passed. Walking straight over her clothes on the floor, Y/N  made her way to Tommy, the men who were holding him backing away. She lifted his arm up and bent down, huffing as she lifted her husband across her back. The Gypsy man opened his mouth in shock, watching as Y/N gave him a sarcastic smile and a slight curtsy before making her way down the road, holding Tommy on her back.

A ruckus of laughter erupted from the group of men at the sight. Even the leader couldn't help but laugh loudly at the daring girl. "Come back!” He paused, chuckling, “You may have a horse."

Y/N sat in front of Tommy on the horse as they rode to the manor. He knew that this reckless but incredibly clever woman would cause him a great deal of trouble, he just couldn’t bring himself to resent it anymore.

I can just imagine Y/N telling John this story and Tommy having to kick him out because of all the teasing... 

[vegetalass]

RDR2 Boys on an Airplane

Arthur

You better hope he’s sitting next to someone he likes, or he’s going to be extra awkward

Mostly because he’s a Big Man and the seats are too small for him, but also because he doesn’t want to disturb anybody around him

Good luck if he’s anywhere near Micah tho, because there will be arguing

Can’t get over how small the bathrooms are. It both fascinates him and pisses him off at the same time

Probably all he’ll talk about for a while

Yes he wears his hat inside the plane... He doesn’t want it to get crushed on the ground or in the overhead bins

Does not eat the plane food. Makes his tummy hurt and he will complain about it at length to Dutch.

Tries not to complain in front of the flight attendants though but most definitely fails.

Spends so much time putting luggage away for everyone because he just can’t say no to all these nice people

Grandmas love him and give him cookies to thank him

His back still hurts later though

Probably watches the first movie or show that pops up on his screen and it’s either a rom-com or a horror movie and he doesn’t understand either

Tries to read a book but keeps getting distracted by not being comfortable or getting annoyed by Dutch being Weird

If he does manage to fall asleep it’s likely he’ll end up snoring

Wears jeans but doesn’t get uncomfortable

John

Only has really shitty earbuds that don’t work but he still uses them anyway despite everyone being able to hear what he’s listening to

And then it’s like the Shrek soundtrack because he doesn’t understand music apps

If you comment on it he tries to switch seats with Arthur

Buys a bunch of junk food under the guise that it’s for Jack but eats it all himself

Also eats the airplane food with no complaints. Will probably tell you it’s not bad if you asked

Tries to steal the gang's complimentary snacks. Eats both Abigail’s and Jack’s before asking Arthur and Dutch for theirs

They say okay because they’re not even very good

Antsy… constantly tries to pace the aisle and ends up going to the bathroom like 80 times for absolutely no reason

Needs an aisle seat or he’ll die

Will try to walk over you if he doesn’t get one

Tries to watch TV or a movie but can’t decide on anything so he just watches Abigail’s or Jack’s screen without sound the entire time

Ends up falling asleep and gets a crick in his neck

No one feels sorry for him

Charles

Hoes mad but he’s the best on planes

Not only he is calm but he’s prepared

Wears comfy sweats and packs his own food

Still probably ends up spending $20 on one of those 48oz water bottles and some dried fruit and trail mix though just because he wants everyone to know that it’s the “only healthy option”

Wears a sleep mask and neck pillow and manages to get a pretty good nap in which makes everyone jealous

Orders orange juice when it’s drink time

The flight attendants all love him because he’s so polite and doesn’t complain about anything

Probably holds his bladder the entire time though… yikes

Happy in any seat and anyone would be thankful to sit next to him, frankly

Micah

For whatever reason TSA never stops him... even when his luggage is full of weird stuff

The gang have to make him sit at a window seat or he’d probably start tripping people

Tried flirting with the female flight attendants only to get yelled at by literally everyone

Will eat the airplane food but complains the entire time… Lowkey thinks he’s impressing someone

Brags about getting to sit next to Dutch even though no one wanted to or cares

Spends money on WiFi and all the premium movies and snacks and doesn’t share

Still no ones cares

Fuck this guy

Hosea

King of air sickness

You try to talk to him and he says “the Dramamine hasn’t kicked in come back later”

Cue everyone being like “wtf”

Reads or plays sudoku the entire flight

Will also play Candy Crush but only if he’s desperate

Naps but when you ask him about it just says he was “resting”

See also: cheap

Doesn’t check any bags because it’s too expensive and packs as light as possible to make things easy on himself

Mostly because he knows that everyone else will be the ones causing him trouble

The only reason anyone remembers their tickets and passports and luggage is because of him

Also the main reason why the boys even remember to go to the bathroom

“We have food at home” when anybody even mentions McDonald’s but will buy expensive coffee

Dutch

Literally always gets patted down or has his bags searched by TSA because his outfits and luggage are too extravagant

Has the most luggage out of everyone and is the one who buys the most souvenirs

Probably makes an embarrassing toast on the plane and everyone is embarrassed “wtf we’re literally just going home”

Other people love him though. He makes friends with whoever is sitting next to him

Will talk the pants off of a random couple from Iowa who probably buy him drinks

Constantly pressing the “need assistance button” and has both the air on blast and reading light on

Even when it’s freezing and the cabin lights are on

Manages to finesse the flight attendants out of more complimentary drinks and snacks

When he stops wanting them he gives them all to Arthur who also doesn’t want them

Also probably tries to give all his trash to Hosea

Kieran

Searched by TSA every single time for no absolutely reason

He could be in a plain shirt and plain pants and only have one bag and he’d still be randomly selected to be searched

Poor guy doesn’t know how not to trip

Spills at least one thing, too

Probably forgets a bunch of important stuff that he ends up having to buy at the airport

Cue seeing him walking around in a bedazzled Las Vegas sweatshirt

Absolute sweaty legend

Nervous about pissing people off... even the flight attendants who probably see how hard he’s trying to be nice

Doesn’t complain about anything

Example: hates the airplane food but eats it anyway just to be a good sport

Plays Candy Crush and Farm Heroes and Bubble Witch on a giant tablet the entire time with no interruptions

Probably has accumulated a thousand free lives just by friending random people on the app

Javier

King of napping. The flight could be going through a turbulent rainstorm and he wouldn’t stir

Also likes the window seat because he likes looking out the window

Catch him taking a picture of the clouds to put on social media

Has fancy headphones that actually work and everyone is jealous

He uses them to ignore people

Prepared a bunch of playlists to listen to, too

Flight attendants love him though because he doesn’t cause any problems and is really polite

Doesn’t eat the airplane food either but only because he also brought his own food

It’s probably a full meal and everything

Isn’t against stopping at McDonald’s though

[heartsywritesthethings]

Fire Force Family 1

Shinra hugged his knees close to his chest, staring out at the sky as the sun slowly set on the horizon. Usually, the sight brought peace to his mind. Even though fire had been the force to drive his family apart, seeing the Sun brought him nothing but peace.

At least, it did. 

The events of the day played on repeat in his mind, over and over again, no matter how much he just wanted to forget that it had ever happened. Someone–something–had taken over his mind. Made him act like a monster. Of course, he could see everything that he had been doing, but it was almost as if he were watching a movie where his body was the main character. There was nothing he could have done as his body attacked his friends and the other fire force members at the stations. The feeling of hatred and anger had overwhelmed his being, practically burning him up from the inside out. He remembered the look on Arthur’s face, how the knight king had given him several chances to stop before he had been forced to fight back. How could he attack those within his own force, even if it was Arthur? Sure, Arthur was annoying, but he had never wanted to hurt him as much as he had then. 

Shinra squeezed his eyes shut, but it did nothing to stop the images flying through his head. The shouts to stop, the pleading. How in the world could Shinra call himself a hero if he attacked the innocent like that? What sort of hero even does that? Only a…a devil would do something so terrible.

“Hey, Shinra,” The captain called from behind him. Shinra jumped at the sound and turned to face his captain. A nervous smile immediately plastered against his face as he made a sloppy salute.

“Yes, captain?” He responded. He cleared his throat a little, trying to remove the lump that had formed there. He hadn’t been crying, but damn he was about to.

“The Lieutenant just finished dinner. Your favorite tonight.” Captain Obi said, waving for Shinra to follow him down. Captain Obi definitely sensed something was wrong with Shinra the moment he walked into the station, and this just confirmed it. 

“I’m not really hungry right now, Captain. I think I’ll just have some later.” Shinra said, refusing to make eye contact with the captain again. He clenched his fists, his nails digging into his palms.

“We both know that Lieutenant Hinawa won’t be happy if you skip his cooking like this,” Obi said, taking a step closer to the rookie. Shinra actually stepped back, away from him. Obi held up his hands, showing that he wouldn’t hurt the kid. Alarm bells rang in his head as he wondered if Shinra really thought that he would ever raise a hand against him.

“Shinra, I–”

“I don’t want to hurt anyone else today!” Shinra blurted out before clamping a hand over his mouth. Now that he had actually said those words, tears sprung from his eyes and everything became a blur. He dropped heavily to his knees, that nervous smile still on his face.

“I don’t want to hurt anyone else, please. I should…I should stay out here.” Shinra whispered, barely choking out the words.

Quick as a flash, Obi’s arms were around him. They were warm, solid, and secure. Shinra sobbed, melting into the embrace. It was unlike the hugs that Ogun would give and this felt more…more fatherly. Something that he had only ever experienced in the arms of his captain. 

“We won’t let it get out of hand like that, Shinra. You’ll be okay,” Obi hushed, pulling the boy closer and brushing his fingers through Shinra’s hair soothingly. It broke his heart to see the kid this torn up about the events of today, events that were not at all his fault. Sure, he had been the one to cause all of that damage, but that hadn’t been the real Shinra. 

“You don’t know that. No one does.” Shinra continued, “I don’t…I can’t lose anyone else because of my own…my own stupid fire,”

Obi took hold of Shinra’s shoulders and forced him to look up. The poor kid was an absolute mess, but he needed to learn that he couldn’t just say things like this.

“Listen, Shinra, you are not what you were. That was not you–”

“But it was–”

“Shinra. It was not you. It may have been your arms moving, your fire burning, but that was not you. You are a hero. Someone who protects the weak and the innocent from the infernals, no matter what. You inspire everyone here to be better, not because of the fire in your feet, but the fire in your heart.” Obi said, poking Shinra in the chest for emphasis. Shinra sniffled, rubbing the area that had been poked. He seemed to be thinking this over. After a moment, the tears stopped and Shinra was just curled up in Captain Obi’s arms. The captain held Shinra longer still, needing the kid to know that he would always be there for him in case something like this were to ever happen again.

It was when Shinra began snoring that the captain knew that he had done a good job at calming him down. He carefully stood, still holding the kid in his arms. All of that crying and the fighting from today must have really done a number on the poor kid’s psyche. 

Captain Obi carried Shinra down to his room, laying him down on Arthur’s bed instead of his own. He didn’t want the kid to wake up alone and even though the two rookies had their differences, he knew that they both knew how to cheer each other up.

“Hey, captain, is Shinra–?” Arthur asked, poking his head into the room. Obi put a finger over his lips, signifying to Arthur that he needed to be quiet. Arthur closed his mouth and looked over his bunkmate. 

At first, he wondered why the captain had placed the kid in his bunk. Then, he noticed the tear-stained cheeks and ragged breathing. It was obvious that Shinra had basically cried himself to sleep. A look that Arthur knew all too well.

“If he skips breakfast tomorrow, we need to call Ogun,” Arthur commented in a softer voice this time. Obi walked out of the room with him, raising his eyebrow.

“Really?” Obi asked. Arthur nodded.

“That stupid hero stops taking care of his body whenever he gets sad like this. Ogun is the only one who can actually get him to eat again. Idiot. How is he supposed to be the world’s best hero if he’s starving himself?” Arthur said. Obi’s heart broke a little bit more. Obviously, this wasn’t just a one-time occurrence. It was true that he had made protocols for whenever his crew had nightmares, and Shinra and Arthur seemed to be the ones that needed them the most, but this sort of behavior was self-destructive. 

“I’ll go box up some food for him,” Arthur said, running ahead of the captain to do exactly that.

Later that night, Arthur squeezed himself next to Shinra. This sort of thing was something that neither boy really spoke about. Not even teasing. Sometimes they just needed to be close to another person. Something solid that wouldn’t leave. Shinra, still fast asleep, curled up against Arthur, head against his shoulder and his arm thrown over Arthur’s waist. Arthur sighed and slowly drifted to sleep as well. Tomorrow, he needed to knock some sense into Shinra.

(6/25)

Ga!babe

[thatdamnokie]

so, as everybody knows, our man, the lovely mark strong, turned 57 this past august 5th

since the kingsman films have had a huge influence on several aspects of my day-to-day life (gee, wonder what group of people i could be referring to...), i decided to sit down and do something i’ve been thinking about since getting my medical card earlier this year: getting high as a kite and watching them back-to-back.

to celebrate mark’s birthday, i decided to do another running commentary post like the one i did for rocknrolla ages ago, under the cut. it’s a pretty similar style, which is to say not necessarily super coherent and might be hard to understand if you’ve never seen the movies. D:

there are some mentions of the roanoke society, but not many.

if even just one person finds this mildly entertaining for four seconds, then i’ll have done my job. there is a lot of cursing and this is NOT spoiler-free.

enjoy~

edited 9.1.20 to correct typos and such, please remember that i was Not Sober while i wrote this lmao

how many times have i watched these movies at this point? i don’t even know.  

i always liked the nifty like—retro arcade marv opening animation

and the thing with the tapes! we love book-ending devices!

kingsman: badass motherfuckers worldwide incorporated

like why was merlin even with them? i understand why lee and james would be there, but merlin, was he not acting quartermaster then?

i have SO MANY FEELINGS about lee unwin

i think it haunts harry and merlin more than anyone thinks, but these are fun spy movies so we just don’t talk about trauma and shit, don’tcha know

don’t look at how merlin tears up and tell me he doesn’t drink about it *HEAVILY* later

it’s such a stark contrast to see the 1990s interior vs. what it’s like when eggsy’s grown :(

michelle baby i’m so sorry. you deserved better than this.

and BABY EGGSY

omg. like this scene is both heartbreaking but is also adorable.

colin firth has gd anime legs, that dude had to straight up unfold himself as he stood up lmao

aaannnnd swooping logo, whooooo, goin’ over some mountains~

and mark hamill, ladies and gentlemen!

this whole thing with james deciding to kinda go rogue makes me wish that we knew more about his backstory as well. like, is this james being james, or was this a weird one-off situation and he was just unlucky?

YES unlucky. nobody could plan for the hurricane of sleek destruction that is gazelle

who has one of my favorite aesthetic designs as a villain (although i guess i’d put her more on maybe henchman level? but idk, it seems like valentine looked at her more as a partner, less like an assistant? and they had a very interesting chemistry together too, like i would’ve added more valentine x gazelle scenes)

i would LOVE to be this chill about just—draping blankies over bodies

blankies over bodies sounds like a cool band name

DIBS you guys can’t have it

i am SO GLAD samuel l. jackson gave valentine a lisp!

valentine, to me, does fit a lot of the usual spy movie villain tropes

but since this movie doesn’t take itself super serious, it’s more fun than annoying

and we never hear about any of the other knights?? like

half of this is just gonna be me whining for additional footage that there just wouldn’t have been room for realistically lmao

michael caine, you are lovely

MARK STRONG, LADIES AND GENTLEMAN

WITH LEGS THAT DON’T QUIT AND AN ACCENT THAT I’D DIE FOR

i’m an embarrassment

like let’s all stop and thank god that mark didn’t have time to learn the welsh accent

not that i would’ve been disappointed, because all accents are good accents on this blog

but at this point i can’t imagine merlin as—not scottish

“try picking a more suitable candidate this time”

arthur you DICK

like were you this cold-blooded when lee died, you fuckin’ reptilian-ass son of a bitch

no wonder you were charlie’s pledge person thing

and enter the fabulous taron egerton, stage left!

DEAN you are DISGUSTING

god, michelle, you need better friends, if you were my bro this entire relationship would’ve never happened

;-; and eggsy’s so sweet with his sister! i know there probably wasn’t “room” for it but i AM glad that there are scenes showing that family is one of eggsy’s kinda “core values”or whatever you want to call it

dude is a hufflepuff through and through imo

can you imagine eggsy as a villain? we would be so fucked. he’s sly, he’s smart, he could’ve made life v e r y difficult for lots of people if he really wanted to

but look at him with the squad!

eggsy’s just like the british version of a good ol’ boy

this car scene is some dukes of hazzard bullshit (ramp-jumping and fun car horn aside)

if butterflies are harry’s main symbolic critter, would foxes be eggsy’s? or would it be a pug instead? i guess that’s like asking if harry would be either a butterfly or a cairn terrier, like mr. pickle. let’s say both.

this fandom is pretty on top of character associations like that

you get symbolic associations! YOU get symbolic associations! EVERYONE gets symbolic associations whether they’re actually in the canon or not! don’t have any? don’t worry, we’ll assign you at least one!

the guy playing the interviewing officer is ALSO the patriarch in the witch which i didn’t realize until—like, a while after

and it was while @circlesofbone​ was visiting, and we were just “oh, okay, guess we can’t escape this cast at all, this is fine”

“your father saved my life.”

harry you’re such a fucking peacock, waiting all posted up and posing so you’ll look cool

you big doofus

i’d kill to be inside his head during this first conversation with eggsy though

like is eggsy like lee? is harry seeing lee the entire time he’s talking to his son, in his mannerisms, how he carries himself, how he speaks?

or is eggsy the opposite? which—i don’t know if that would somehow be sadder?

there’s just a lot going on in the background of this bit that’s left up to interpretation

“although i’m sure it’s well-founded—“

harry’s just so casual about this entire thing, nobody’s that casual without practice

harry you rabble-rouser, what kind of life have you led

“manners. maketh. man.”

our timeless motto, my flowers

kingsman STILL to this DAY has some of the most well-choreographed fight scenes i’ve ever seen??

like yeah the church scene but even just this initial bar fight

harry could’ve been a dancer

in a way i guess he already is

like he moves so fluidly and gracefully, it is BONKERS

colin you did so good! i’m so proud!

the way eggsy’s just O.O

whether or not you ship hartwin, like, you gotta admit, that was hot

and his BODY LANGUAGE, he’s sitting like RAMROD straight, this poor dude lmao

nobody prepares you for a situation like that in public school is all i’m saying

harry, exiting stage left like a suave, smooth motherfucker

remember when iggy azalea was relevant

ugghhhh i hate this part

“I WASN’T WITH NO ONE”

can you imagine being harry hart listening to your dead friend’s son getting the shit beat out of him

like, surely he heard the cleaver, he knows dean was going to fucking gut eggsy right?

listen to how cold and icy his voice gets, oof

yeah, he’s pissed, and dean is lucky

PARKOUR

ugh, i want to go to london ;-; i want to walk in front of the shop and visit harry’s house and kiss cute english boys

i’d like to think harry’s super excited to show eggsy everything but he’s gotta keep it dialed back because “decorum”

the way eggsy pauses though

“come on.”

and he says it so softly.

if i was eggsy, i’d be nervous, too.

but i didn’t realize how quickly harry tries to give off signals like “hey there’s no reason to be scared.”

“like my fair lady?” “well, you’re full of surprises.” <3 one of my favorite sceneeesss.

harry’s voice is so soothing but eggsy is so freaked out by the elevator that he’s just—there’s no room for anything else beyond processing the elevator lmao

“how deep does this fucking thing go?” asking the real questions

aannnddd KINGSMAN BULLET TRAIN

i’d like to think they have like soft jazz or something playing in there

and then they get to the hangar and there are obviously a buuuuunch of people out on the tarmac that we just—never hear about? i just assume they’re all like technical officers or maybe other agents

“your father had the same look on his face. … as did i.”

harry is already rooting for him.

“late again, sir.”

that. brogue.

fuck, i could listen to him talk for hours, scottish accents are my favorite thing

#squadgoals

not a very diverse cast :/

the body bag speeeeech

and of course nobody was in any actual danger, but merlin doesn’t want them to know that so he becomes mr. hard as steel, i am emotionally stoic at all times, do not test me you bunch of rugrats

“classic army technique.”

ROXY

ROXY I WANT TO JUST HOLD YOU IN MY ARMS TT.TT

aannnnddd charlie, also

who we might’ve found sympathy for if we knew aaannyytthiinnggg else about his backstory

like, could he just be Like That, yeah

but most people i know who are assholes like that are that way because their parents were first /shrug/

can hardly fault the dude for turning out like that when poison was all he was given to drink

anyone else a hundred percent positive they would’ve drowned in the first trial

i would absolutely have panicked and bit it

but then again, i’m not kingsman material, i’m roanoke

and if this is the exact same test that merlin and harry went through, does that mean there might be some weird drowning trauma hidden back in there that’s just ANOTHER thing we’re not gonna talk about?

(yes the correct answer is yes)

god that’s such an american response to the problem though

glass can’t cause problems if it’s in a million pieces!

“yeah you can wipe those smirks off your faces…”

i wonder if there was ever a situation where a trainee actually drowned

and i don’t mean like amelia, i mean some poor kid who just failed the test

merlin knows how to put the fear of god in people though!

and mark strong, very handsome, yes, very scary, also yes

he and colin both look like they’re 80 percent leg in every single scene

harry literally had brain matter smatter ALL OVER HIS FACE and still somehow had the mental facilities to be aware of those dudes, leave a bomb and dive out of a window (and then escape said dudes)

billy badass, y’all

“just get it done.” okay, i took back what i said earlier, maybe he does see her as more of an assistant, less than a partner. their relationship is weird.

the puppy scene!

“it’s a bulldog innit?”

YASSSS the golden trio

because of what happened with our other canon charlie has become a weird character for me to watch, like, yeah, i “watch” charlie be himself in tss but the charlie i “see” is like—”our” charlie.

“bollocks!” and then he just runs with jb in his vest, makes me smile

aannddd we see valentine’s super cool factory

harry your hair gets so long <3

“water!” wow, who wants to bet that the fact he was instantly screaming means that maybe he’s gonna have some stuff to talk about in therapy later

roxy baby i’m sorry they made you hold the balloon and have to trust these dumbasses to not shoot you on accident

i would trust roxy to not shoot me

i love, love love valentine’s house

it’s gorgeous

set design is always such a cool way for filmmakers to include details about a character using pure aesthetics and i’m such a slut for it

tilde!

see also: one of the characters done the WORST by these movies imo!

the fact that she not only says no, she says no with enthusiasm and gets blatantly pissed, is one of the best insights we get into tilde’s character and then it just—gets wasted

like it takes three steps and then gets mowed down in the hallway like her guards

i would never be given the opportunity to be asked if i wanted an implant but i draw the line at having stuff put into my neck

awwww harry’s so proud!

that finger point “yeah, see, be more like your uncle”

merlin is SO TALL

“a bit much innit?”

he’s just—tapping a normal clipboard

… nobody wanna talk about how that’s a normal clipboard

anyway

i also love how they show him in professor sweaters for the beginning acts of the movie

definitely a softer aesthetic than one would guess for a dude who apparently did field missions sometime within the past decade or so, but i also have a theory that lee’s death directly contributed to merlin maybe being the man behind the screen as opposed to afield

because trauma is a thing but this is a FUN movie so we’re NOT gonna talk about it

“you’re gonna be all right. you’re top of the class!” this was the scene that made my mom a reggsy shipper

regardless of how you feel about them as a couple, their friendship is one of the best things about this movie, along with their dynamic with charlie, asjdnaskdjna WHY could we not have had a trio movie instead

eggsy you show-off “lemme just throw my arms up and dip outta this plane like it’s not a big deal”

roxy you can do it!

ugh, there goes my baby, off to have a near-death experience under merlin’s immediate supervision lmao

“good girl, rox, glad you made it!”

guys, they’re just kids.

i love this big group scene because it reminds us that these are just young folks, still

“my, my, you’re all very cheerful...”

“rufus, come on!” dude eggsy—and not even just eggsy, charlie and rox too--at least made an attempt at teamwork. you get points for that bro

but man, for all they know, they’re about to beef it in a very permanent way, i’d be freaking out too

merlin getting caught up in the drama

because again, he’s supposed to know that eggsy has a parachute

i think he wasn’t prepared for these two to get that close to not making it and that’s why we see him break face and drop his mug

*WHAM*

i HATE the sound of them landing

it’s not like you can hear bones breaking but it hurts me, guys

and then there were three

plus one daddy long legs quartermaster

“if you have a complaint you come here and you whisper it in my ear.”

yes SIR

“you need to take that chip off your shoulder.”

merlin coming’ in with the tough love portion of the kingsman core squad

there’s no reason for me to think harry’s persona was inspired by cruella de ville somehow but i do anyway

she reveals the mcdonald’s and valentine is just :D

idk if he was expecting a specific reaction or was just excited to see a reaction period

valentine is definitely a fun villain, which, given the tone of the movie, makes sense, it’s all supposed to be fun

one of the reasons i love kingsman is that it’s like, this golden ray of goofy cinematic fuckery in a world of grim!dark remakes and other superhero/spy films who are presented as more serious stories

“and thank you for such a—happy, meal.”

harry got a puppy smile

but see, then, here at his house he’s a lot more relaxed with gazelle! like, patting her butt, etc.

maybe what we see of their relationship is dependent on setting, because valentine himself has it compartmentalized?

perrrrrrhaps

“and i am never, EVER GOING TO AGREE!”

tilde, you deserved better, and i think all the weird hate you get from our ohana is unfair

you don’t twist a runner’s ankle before the race starts and then get mad when they don’t win

your story was mishandled from the beginning

asmr: hanging out with the golden trio watching worrying news in the kingsman trainee bunker room

the way he says “biblical sense” lmao

i have never been able to figure out if the way he says that line is supposed to infer spiritual respect, or lack of it, but i might be looking too into it

“it’s an acquired taste, mate.”

what—what would you even do if you were at a club and three people as hot as taron, ed and sophie all came up and start talking to you at the same time

like i know the target got up and left pretty quick because of the training exercise

but i’d be doing it because i’m ugly and if three hot people are all talking me up at a bar something is Bad and Wrong

which—the CAHONES on both eggsy and roxy

they both literally said “yeah i’m willing to die for this organization that hasn’t even given me a permanent place yet, what of it”

look at harry’s dimples in this scene, he is fighting a huge grin, he’s SO PROUD

i know that charlie’s response is supposed to be just more fodder into the “charlie hesketh is a tool” fire

but given that i’m not unconvinced that his home life wasn’t super shitty, like—

idk, this makes this scene a lot less fun to me. it makes it sad.

like, maybe charlie didn’t even want to be there deep down, maybe this was all for like, arthur, or his dad, or some other person he looked up to

and the way merlin looks when he tells charlie to go home, the way that he’s kinda grimacing? i’m wondering if he’s along the same kind of feeling. he’d know more about charlie’s history

have i also mentioned how much i love harry’s war room?

“YES harry!”

an evil plan is being born!

“true nobility is being superior to your former self.”

eggsy is still in his club clothes, so like—has he slept? y’all let those kids sleep after fucking drugging them, right? … guys?

“—when one is popping ones cherry.”

and eggsy is just CHEESING he is SO EXCITED

am i the only one who wants to learn more about the store clerk guy though?

he’s like the one person around who’s legit just there to run the shop

has no idea about any of the spy stuff happening

his name is donald, he’s married with three children and has two spaniels he loves

“THAT is sick.”

i would KILL for this room.

i don’t need anything in here for any reason but still

foreshadowing, foreshadowing, foreshadowing, more foreshadowing—

harry is such a NERD

“put it back, eggsy.”

the amount of self-control it would take to not have a sudden change in expression in that moment, omg

i wonder how THAT gets trained up in kingsman

“i guarantee it.” ha, get it, it’s a reference to that one commercial

“y’all—talk so funny.”

and this all means that they had a contact at that hat shop and got all that info to them before valentine got there, and somehow made sure he did end up buying a hat that they could also successfully put a bug on, how deep does this goooooo

“jack bauer?”

it says a lot about eggsy that out of all the jb’s it could’ve been, it was jack

uggghhhhhh of course they HAD to do this scene with eggsy with arthur

obviously harry couldn’t do it

i just think most of us would NOT be fans of arthur at this point in the movie, we’re all rooting for eggsy, like, he needs this moment with this other character because we gotta drive home that he’s an asshole

also—would have absolutely failed that test

and i’m not sorry at all

“welcome to kingsman--lancelot.”

i was really happy that it was a female agent who ended up getting the handle

aannddd more echoes of past scenes, man, nobody can say that this crew wasn’t intentional with their cinematography

when eggsy rolls the window down you can see his chest moving up and down, like, he is MAD

dean you asshole

so no wonder he gets so pissed that the car suddenly decides “nope, no, we’re not doing this, c’mon”

this entire conversation at harry’s house is—tense

and you don’t pick up on it the first time, i don’t think, but uh

i’m seeing it now

harry’s not just mad, he’s hurt, and eggsy’s furious but he’s also maybe regretting his actions.

it’s these two men who are rapidly trying to figure out their headspaces and trying to figure out how to navigate this situation with each other

and the way eggsy tries to apologize ;-;

kentucky is a beautiful state, actually

ohhhhhh y’alllll

we’re at the churrrccchhhh

we’re gettin’ closer to the coolest part of the movieeeee

it’s telling that gazelle was trying to make sure that they’d be safe

“… so hail satan, and have a lovely afternoon madame.”

the most metal lines colin firth has ever uttered on camera

the siren noise after it’s switched on bothers me in a way i can’t quite articulate

it might be because i have silent hill-colored trauma, who knows

FREEEEEE

BIIIRRRDDDDDDD

THE GREATEST ACTION TRACKING SHOT IN THE HISTORY OF CINEMA

but then eggsy and merlin are reacting aaaanndddd it’s—a lot less fun

because you realize that they’re watching their bro mercilessly slaughter innocent people and not stopping

and still not stopping

and still not stopping

but plot twist, i’m really glad they kept the track going, because if they’d suddenly picked *this* part of the scene to get serious, that would’ve brought the mood down so low that i don’t think there would’ve been any bouncing back

i just

how do people exist who aren’t attracted to harry hart

that man is a machine

and colin worked so hard to be able to do the scene himself, and that work SHOWS, that man cuts a FIGURE

i don’t know how they managed to somber it up just the right amount, either? maybe because they waited for the “fun action sequence” to be over so there wouldn’t need to be noise that had to be masked by a fun rock track?

“… what did you do to me.”

i cannot imagine what harry was feeling in that moment.

the way he spoke it was like he didn’t even have time to be afraid to die

“that tends to happen when you shoot somebody in the head. feels good, right?”

“no, it does not feel good!”

i love that exchange because we normally hear the opposite.

also—whiplash.

mark has this way of expressing grief without showing any—blatant signs.

like merlin’s not especially tearful, or crying, but his eyes look MASSIVE. and SAD. and he has just the tiiiiiniest tremor in his voice.

and eggsy, dude, like, we’ve all had it come on us really quick and suddenly it’s like your chest is pumping like a piston and when did it get so hard to breathe?

ARTHUR you REPULSE me

like look at how egssy’s shoulders sag when he realizes that arthur isn’t on his team

and in a way, this is eggsy’s final test as a kingsman trainee, imo

do you realize how quickly he had to assess what was happening and figure out what to do, all without arthur noticing?

“you are all alone. it is all up to you. remember all you have learned. good luck.”

it’s a very—almost horror-esque situation from that pov

and he passed with flying colors to go on his first true mission, because after he puts on the suit, that’s his visual cue of graduating, if that makes sense

that’s the knight putting on his armor.

“i’d rather be with harry. thanks.”

“so be it.”

*click*

me: *laughing at arthur’s big dumb stupid head*

… man i’d love a replica of that decanter and glasses set though

not to mention that eggsy recognized the flaws in arthur’s character and weaponized them, which is a whole other level of shit that isn’t necessarily easy; he knew that arthur carried the kind of pride that would leave him open

god, he looks so exhausted though when rox has him at gunpoint.

i think he was being pretty serious, about harry

sick helipaaaaaaad

that thing looks vaguely like a rock-‘em sock-‘em robot but in pieces though

more grandpa sweaters <3

man. you can see roxy swallow, you know she’s scared, but then she just sets her jaw and—

roxy baby you are the best i love you

i like the vintage vibe of the mountain lair

i think that’s another visual poke at the aesthetic themes of some of the older, og spy flicks out there

merlin looks SO LANKY walking back to the plane for some reason??

he stays until the last second for roxy. that’s love right there.

“a bespoke suit always fits.”

which can be good spiritual life advice too but that’s a separate conversation

“what the fuck is WRONG with you people?”

and his fuckin’ disco ball

uuggggghhhhh his speech reminds me of so many… “public figures” that i dislike

even though it’s obviously a bad thing that the chips are everywhere, i appreciate that phones and such are being shown in a positive manner (like, michelle talking to someone in the park, people at a ball game taking selfies, people at the beach, etc.) because i get so sick of that anti-tech boomer humor tbh

and the big reveal of eggsy in his suitttt

A KNIGHT IS BORN

“how’s the view?”

“hideous.”

you’re allowed to be crabby baby, you just let it out.

“lookin’ good, eggsy.”

“feelin’ good, merlin.”

merlin is so calm heading into the fortress and i don’t know if it’s because he’s very, very good at compartmentalizing and that’s genuinely how he is at the moment or if he’s that way through extreme self-control and effort

he can rock a pilot’s uniform though

just like eggsy can rock a suit

they’re both so handsome, help

i also wonder how eggsy’s feeling right then

like, i’d imagine that the pressure of having to perform a role to literally save the world would be enough to distract him from the bite of grief

that’s—probably enough to distract everyone, tbh

i a hundred percent believe there are breakdowns we don’t see

i wonder if eggsy told tilde he’d spoken to lindstrum(sp?) after everything was said and done

like, that’d be some kind of weird foreshadowing in hindsight

this scene is anxiety-inducing in a big way so to distract myself i imagine roxy as a mech pilot

dude i’d totally watch sophie in a role like that, like, let her be in a movie like pacific rim, she’d kick ass

and now we have The Chaos

otherwise known as that point when Everything Is Happening All At Once All The Time

also a thing that doesn’t exist in spy movies: hearing damage

because like his voice is right in eggsy’s ear and without it he’d have a LOT harder time surviving

imagine being an agent, merlin trying to talk to you, but something either hits your ear or goes off right next to it and suddenly it’s just silent

SYSTEM FAILURE

YAAASSSSS

WE WIN

GGOOOAAAAALLLLLL

THE AUDIENCE IS DOING THE WAVE

except JUST KIDDING

The Chaos 2 Electric Boogaloo!

merlin with a huge gun: hot, also, very scary

eggsy is just 10000% done

“this is mine. i’ll show you yours.”

i wonder who e man was supposed to be that valentine called.

like is that a reference to a real person that i just did’t catch?

… elon musk? maybe? idk

eggsy slides like a gd anime character

when he uses the rainmaker, it’s just like harry’s protecting him from somewhere else

(oh—wait, technically kentucky, i guess)

“merlin, i’m fucked.” you can hear the anger there. not only did he fail, but he—and everyone else—is about to die

but this? this is the pinnacle of eggsy showing himself as a kingman agent

he was staring death straight in the mouth and STILL

SOMEHOW

REMEMBERED THE IMPLANTS

so i guess if i say that the moment when he puts on the suit is when he becomes a true agent, then maybe this is the moment when he becomes galahad.

*bobs head to pomp & circumstance*

i remember getting a huge kick out of how colorful they made this

because in real life you know a bunch of people literally blowing up would be like—DISGUSTING

viscera everywhere

no fun rainbow mushroom clouds

“i’ve always wanted to kiss a princess.”

ANOTHER knight reference, very clever matthew

mmmmm Do Not Like that noise

aaaannndddd *that* line

which—maybe that’s mr. vaughn’s sense of humor, or what he thinks the sense of humor his core demographic has, idk

but it always kinda rubbed me the wrong way

the mass brawl scenes are edited so like--jarringly compared to the other fight scenes in the movie

that’s probably for a reason

also, a showdown to the tune of something disco: kind of another trope homage

this shot of gazelle is so sick, i love everything about it, she is so cool

this entire fight with eggsy is awesome tbh

we got a little bit of what gazelle can look like in combat earlier with tilde’s guards, but now we get this epic showdown seeing her at her full potential against someone who’s actually a challenge

and the way valentine is shouting for her to kick his ass from upstairs and yelling encouragement lmao that’s how real friends act when there’s a fight

daisy ;-; ugh, that’s the visual gutpunch that makes it juuuuuust serious enough by reminding us of the stakes

which is why it’s fitting that then we see the Slo-Mo K.O.

and that smile with the fun little chimes in the back, lmao

and eggsy, quick on his feet again byyyy being quick on gazelle’s feet—foot—whatever

man, impalement deaths are always fun.

coulda done without the vomiting but that’s also one of valentine’s quirks that makes him different from a cookie cutter villain

aaannddd have a heavy sigh from merlin

that dude needs a full-body massage and a drink

“is this where you say some really bad pun?”

reminder: i love that this movie is self-aware! i could not picture a super serious kingsman movie! i just picture something depressing!

there had to have been a better option besides—this, for this eggsy/tilde ending scene

i’m not saying i’m mad it ended with them fucking, i’m mad that the extent of the joke was anal and that was it.

also the idea of my boss possibly seeing me having sex would have me a little more concerned about the hardware on my face, but okay??

aannddd the tapes.

gah, we love visual throwbacks!

we love being able to see that despite all this growth and change, family remains very important to eggsy—he hasn’t changed into a different person, he has grown more into himself than ever before! THIS! THIS is eggsy unwin!

… GET READY FOR IT

time for tgc! (and to get into my roanoke feels, maybe, this is the nexus where our canons connect)

the BAGPIPES

okay

i did not stop to consider how unpleasant this was going to be to watch stoned but we’re gonna power through it and get through it together

if i cry i cry

the way the music swells into the main theme <3

and the perfect reveal for our boy eggsy!

reflected in gold, looking sharper than broken glass

and SUDDENLY CHARLIE

the pacing in tgc leads me to believe that matthew had huge plans for this movie, and a lot of cool stuff probably ended up on the cutting room floor for time

i also love that they brought charlie back

i love his voice box and his cool robot arm

and i’m not just saying that because it made it super easy to blend him into our canon, either, this is like—charlie’s evil twin in terms of his new aesthetic, the contrast is really cool

YYAASSSS THIS SCENE

WITH PRINCE PLAYING??

*CHEF’S KISS*

like we are IMMEDIATELY thrown back into the gold parts of it all, like how physics is a little broken so we can do cool shit like have a knockdown drag-out fight all within the space of a small cab

i wonder what would’ve hurt charlie worse—being thrown onto his organic side, or having all his weight land on his metal arm if it hadn’t disattached

but then he’s up and standing so i guess we’re fine?

MERLIN! <3

otherwise known as the character entrance that literally changed my life

i try not to think about it too much or i get weirded out

ANYWAY

(and to think i almost never even saw the movie)

Sick Car Chase, Bro

and as an american, like, everything’s on the opposite side to me, it’s stressful to watch a little bit

“i seem to remember in your training you were rather good at holding your breath.”

man, that’s uh—kind of a macabre thing to say, merlin

just a little bit

i’m not even gonna attempt to hold my breath to see if i’d survive this scene just assume i’m dead in that universe

we all live in a kingsman subarmine, a kingsman submarine, a kingsman submarine~~

“not boasting, but i trained him well enough that even he wouldn't mess that up.”

merlin are you okay??

gah, i love that chest-deep laugh though.

is it real love if they won’t crawl through the sewer to get to your house in time

i love that harry’s house looks basically the same

i know they talk about eggsy not wanting to change anything in the novelization but i haven’t read it yet so I’m not a hundred percent sure what all is in there

and we still get to see him hanging with his friends, and his girlfriend, like, this dude is still all about the family

“wwwwOOOOO!”

i love this group so much omg

for as much as he’s galahad, he’s still eggsy

the transition in the weed bag looks super cool

… oh, i guess watching this while high makes the main storyline hit a bit different

welp

i love that poppy is an aesthetic slut and really doesn’t give a shit about anyone’s opinion about how she makes her space

like, “i want a big 50s-style diner with a gourmet kitchen that i can cook people in, soooooo i’m getting one”

it’s also refreshing to see julianne moore in a bad guy role!

not that i’m super familiar with her filmography but i feel like i’ve mostly seen her cast as like a good guy?

i could be wrong

awwwww jet and bennie!

there’s so much to love about this set

cannibalism and the fact that she bulldozed jungle to build all this aside (suspend that belief!)

the breakfast sceeeeeene

it’s so bittersweet, for obvious reasons

and it’s more evidence that he’s not super ready to move on into new territory yet, like making new memories with tilde that ring close to home

“i wish i could have met him.”

and the way he has to turn away, ugh.

eggsy. i’m sorry.

tilde, i’m sorry, too. you had good intentions, but they lost against his pain.

michael gambdon! the new arthur we didn’t know we wanted until we got him.

charlie had a moral glo-down, it’s fine, happens to everybody

FFFFFF his imitation of merlin lmfao

man, poor charlie, like

you wake up, you can’t make a sound, your arm has been blown off and your family’s dead

like his reaction to that entire scenario isn’t entirely unrealistic, i’m just saying

also LOOK AT ROX

omg everyone in this movie can wear the FUCK out of suit, y’all

man, i’ve gotten a few tattoos that were exquisitely painful—i can’t imagine how much it would suck to do it with literal molten metal

dude this means clara laid on her stomach and probably screamed at the floor as she got hers D:

this kinda—riffs off of hannibal, a teeny-tiny bit

like we’re so overloaded with the aesthetics and behavior of a certain character so it’s like, we forget about the much darker parts untillllll there’s a mood change and we’re looking at that dude’s legs, to the burger this other dude puts in his mouth, and thinking “oh, oh dear, ew”

i love eggsy in the orange jacket <3 snaps for the wardrobe crew across this series.

tilde’s face, omg, she was heart-eyeing so bad. and like, that little proud nod at her dad (who was of course being Like That on purpose)

and roxy, coming in in the clutch, you are tonight’s MVP

uggghhhhh i hate this part

because again, it’s just--a bunch of bad shit colliding outside of anyone’s control

(it was also really jarring seeing the war room with blank walls the first time i watched this)

like—granted, you should maybe not touch stuff that’s not yours, but…

like we *just* saw eggsy and brandon in a very casual, intimate scene with each other, how can anyone get angry with brandon?

this is all stress-inducing

i remember being in the theater watching this and feeling like i was watching some awful slow motion car wreck and i couldn’t look away

idk what other story i would’ve wanted to see but i was NOT a fan of Sudden Death For Christmas, especially concerning roxy!

and poppy is such a *bright* villain, not just because of taste but because of her personality, which is another weird thing to have next to the cannibalism

gaaahhhh charlieeee your arm is so cooooool

this shot is gorgeous and incredibly depressing.

what do you do?

gah, and the way merlin comes out of the dark, like

i probably would’ve drawn a gun on him too

“you think *i* would?”

this scene shows 1. how much he trusts eggsy to not shoot him, and/or 2. how good merlin is at compartmentalizing, because this is an even bigger blow than harry’s death, and he’s following the protocol like it’s an art form

i hope that we see some reference to this safe in the next movie, that’d be a cool way to tie the narratives all together

“i suppose that must be upper class humor. … i don’t get it.”

reminder, merlin is working class.

if you’re a ho for this fandom and went and bought this whiskey specifically because of this movie clap your hands *clap clap*

and they proceed to just get HAMMERED

“country rooaaddsss… take me hoooooome…”

another reminder: kentucky is a beautiful state!

i would love to tour a whiskey distillery, that’d be super cool

“shame it’s not scotch”

again, with his weird night vale clipboard.

who would win: two highly-trained kingsman agents vs. one (1) cowboy

channing tatum, ladies and gentlemen!

“y’all look damn sharp!”

i am forever gonna be mad we didn’t get more of tequila in this movie, and not just because of roanoke either, but like, “that dog don’t hunt,” whatever he has in his mouth sealed a leak in a barrel, and it took him all of two minutes to incapacitate both eggsy AND merlin? hello??

i’m glad we’ll get to see more of him in the another movie.

“you know why the measurement of alcohol is called proof?”

just dumping it on their laps, so disrespectful

“—and you can go fuck yourself.”

eggsy fucking just giggling.

these two doofuses

also it’s hot to see merlin be sassy ngl

“HARRY!”

these guys have been fast thinkers in stressful situations but as it turns out, people being unexpectedly not dead can kinda fuck with your day

aaannddd halle berry, everybody! i love ginger ale omg

(and so does merlin, he is instantly enchanted)

;-; this reunion scene

i don’t know how colin manages to be two completely different people at once

like there’s a huge difference between former agent galahad and harry hart the lepidopterist and i can’t explain it

i really, really hope we see at least one little hint at kinsman’s relationship with statesman in the new movie, i just think it’d be really cool

in roanoke canon, there’s an office rumor that the nanobot tech used by statesman was influenced directly by the same technology developed by dr. wernicke in the outlast games. i still think it’s one of my better crossover ideas.

also

god bless whoever decided to get elton john involved with all this?? because i was DELIGHTED

i love poppy’s wardrobe as much as i love her weird 50s-land in the jungle

i also really love the main statesman theme? it reminds me of all those fun epic westerns

jeff bridges! :D

champ vaguely reminds me of my dad

“can you imagine us in the tailor business?”

and he’s super quick with the questions. my headcanons for champ are all over the place but one that i really like is that he was maybe a sheriff or in law enforcement before being recruited by statesman.

aaanndddd pedro pascal, everybody!

otherwise known as *another* character that this movie did dirty, that’ll probably come up in this later

imagine being harry hart, not remember all of yourself, and suddenly your entire room just—fills with water

that had to have been so terrifying, and it was just as hard for merlin to watch (and possibly remember something unpleasant)

and like

that sounds like SUCH bullshit, too, like “yeah we thought if you came close to drowning it would help”

which, is that what merlin meant, no, but is that what harry heard, probably

enter jb the second ;-; <3 sweet baby

tilde’s trying so hard. i see you!

aha, penis jokes.

and all of the unnecessary weird festival stuff, uuggghh

there are so many different things they could have done, like, all of this is just weird from the get-go

first of all, whiskey striking out? hello?? saying no to a man like mr. pascal???

not realistic

the way whiskey takes a shot as he walks away lmao, relatable

and poor clara, like, it’s not like she was asking for any of this D:

hmmmmmmm don’t know how i feel being a stoner watching other stoners get this blue rash thing when i know it kills some of themmmmmmm

i love charlie in his newsboys cap!

poppy has a little bit of a point. like, booze is way more dangerous than pot, as is tobacco. like i would never advocate anyone try meth or heroin, but i think weed and some hallucinogenics get bad wraps.

seeing a dude get torn in half in the reflection of elton john’s sunglasses is the surprising bit of gore we need to remember that oh, yeah, the villain isn’t fun, she’s a murderer

uuggghhhh the TENT SCENE

and, look, i’ll defend tilde forever, but i did NOT like the weird marriage ultimatum. i still think it’s a dick move, like, in that situation either decide to trust your boyfriend or break up with him

the tent interior is super cool-looking

and like, man, he tried, he tried to bounce D:

/sigh/ work hazards, i guess

mmmmmm we don’t need any of what’s happening on screen right now so i’ll just sit patiently and wait for it to be over

and like, there’s nothing funny about merlin and ginger being able to hear everything that’s going on, it’s so grosssss, poor ginger has to have heard some shit before to be so nonchalant about it

everything about this sucks

and then he tries going to the one person who he needs the most and having to deal with him still existing in some state between alive and dead

his body is here

but harry is not

“maggots turn into flies, perhaps you mean larvae!” :D he is SO CUTE

but this entire conversation, with harry still not remembering and eggsy trying so hard to reach him through the fog, is so depressing

like, i’d need a drink too

*and* a joint

i’m seeing my coping mechanisms on screen here folks

the way he comes up with the idea is kinda ingenious though

like, he’s looking at stuff to make himself bummed on purpose, but therein he finds the thing he needs to fix the issue

harry’s smile when eggsy hands him the puppy TT.TT

and then eggsy just becomes a stone cold motherfucker with no emotions

“no one’s sick enough to shoot a puppy!”

hi, flashback!harry

and as SOON as he remembers himself, it’s like his eyes are different, something about him looks like it did before kentucky

“… eggsy.”

one of my favorite movie hugs

and eggsy has to stand on his tiptoes because harry’s so tall

like yeah merlin and harry’s reunion isn’t as overtly emotional, but there’s definitely a sense of joy and relief there.

harry my baby ;-; much better with the sunglasses (and merlin was so close to telling him he looked spectacular)

“now is that any way to welcome a visit from outta town, moonshine?”

he! tried! to! defend! harry!

i hate that jack got a villain story line!

we could’ve had something so much better and infinitely more compelling!

“hurrrr durrrr morgan you just like redemption arcs because you don’t want anybody being a villain permanently” i also like them because sometimes that’s better writing, y’all sit down

“that is NOT what i call a kentucky welcome.”

i love so many things happening in this scene, like

we get to see whiskey kick ass, like yassss gimme those sweet action sequences and give us some character development by showcasing his fighting style

and also NOBODY shits on harry for not being able to handle the situation. both eggsy and merlin were like “dude we’re still celebrating the fact that you’re alive tbh it’s fine if you’re not back up to speed right this second”

you can really tell that this was penned by british people writing american slang because having grown up in the southern half of the u.s. i have never ONCE heard ANYONE say shit like “i feel like a tornado in a trailer park” lmao

and poppy’s fun little death threat infomercial, so great

“what have you done to me you FUCKING BITCH” oof, that’s a mood

!!!!! gonna be honest i kinda forgot that bruce greenwood plays the president

okay but save lives, legalize isn’t an entirely bad idea tbh

hnnnnnnng the scenes about people not being able to get into the hospital hits different in the year of our lord 2020 huh

… y’all i’m being weirded out by all this hospital scenes, this is unpleasant

i, too, wish i could pull a tequila and just be slipped into a chilly coma until shit wasn’t so fucked up

“the fact is, this presidency has won the war on drugs!”

THIS SCENE!

look, y’all can come into my inbox and call me a pothead, or a lazy stoner, or some third insult, but this dude’s VP is bringing up some very, VERY important points when it comes to any kind of discussion about drug use in the u.s.

am i drug-friendly, sure, but i’m more friendly to the notion that we stop demonizing addicts/users

harry looks fucking SCANDALIZED when he sees champ spit into his spittoon thing

i don’t think whiskey even brought up harry not being ready to return to the field in an insulting manner, he literally just saw him get his ass beat in a bar, but eggsy’s faith and loyalty are up there in the category of unstoppable force/immovable object, so here we are

am i the only one curious about the whole charlie x clara thing? because he’s definitely grown up a bit by tgc, and i wanna know how much of that might be because of clara

and he MISSES, e for effort harry

“so sorry about this—“ WHAM

and now that guy can say colin firth busted his face with a fire extinguisher, which is very cool

“*you’re* wu ting feng?” “… yes?”

“you motherFUCKER” ohhhhhh charlie maaaaaad

ginger and merlin though, #couplegoals

the only person more pissed off about the hallucinations than everyone else is harry

imagine remembering that you’re one of the top people in your field and you just keep seeing imaginary butterflies everywhere

like, yeah, i’d be pissed at not being able to do what i knew i was capable of, too

if it wasn’t careening towards a random retirement center, getting stuck in a wildly rotating gondola thing could be fun

nice tuesday afternoon activity

i would loved to have seen more galahad/whiskey field stuff

“you’ve got to be fucking kidding me—“

meanwhile, in the continuing adventures of eggsy and jack: shit goes from bad to worse like a formal spiral only going downward

their expressions as their both just SCREAMING always make me laugh

”that’s the first decent shit i’ve had in three weeks.” <- as does that line, that old dude’s just telling it like it is

eggsy’s comment about the antidote just reminds me of when boromir looks a the ring and says something like “all this for such a tiny thing”

dun dun DUN what are THOSE? hints that whiskey may not be who we think he is??

great. so excited about that. i say, rolling my eyes into the sun

“i’ll fix their wagons.” no one says that matthew!

i. love. this. scene. because now we get cool gun tricks AND the second most metal thing that happens with a lasso in this movie (we’re coming up on the most metal thing)

like please please PLEASE show us more lasso tricks in the statesman movie

“well thank fuckin’ christ i didn’t need any backup.” i wonder if whiskey’s acting angrier than he actually is to throw off the fact that he might’ve caught harry’s glance at him betraying suspicion

RIP jack

imagine the timeline where whiskey was never a bad guy and harry hart just blew a dude away for NO REASON

now THAT would be an interesting movie

because harry and eggsy, for all they went through in the first film, never had a conflict where it was harry in the position of mangling the ropes up

but of course eggsy would never, never tell merlin what happened because he’s still ultimately on harry’s team

damn, charlie, literally blowing up your girlfriend seems kinda extreme

“THIS is vital!”

and here we get to see the biggest difference between merlin and ginger

now, i know there’s extra stuff in the novelization about their relationship and i can’t talk about it because i have no idea what’s in the book

but!

i DO still headcanon as merlin quitting fieldwork after lee’s death

his comment is either what he genuinely believes, or maybe what he fashioned his beliefs into after stepping down from his field role, and ginger is just as sincere in her desire to break into that aspect of working for statesman

it’s like seeing the same character but in two points in time, and it’s really cool

that balance would’ve also been a fun aspect of their romantic relationship to explore but alas! ’twas not to be

colin and mark could both play slenderman

look at those limbs.

gracious.

also this facetime scene with eggsy and tilde T.T

that has to be so terrifying to watch when you know the steps of death and what they look like as they get closer

but it also puts a fire under eggsy though

“i’m leaving with, or without you.”

and of course they’re both gonna go because that’s NOT characteristic eggsy behavior based off of how we know he views family/squad

that’s how they know he’s being for cereal

uugggggGGHHHH and THAT FORESHADOING

stacey pruitt, attorney at lawwwww

hmmmmmmmmm

what does this conversation between poppy and the president remind me of

gonna just sigh into the void

and now we have harry and eggsy on the jet along with the BIGGEST LIE harry hart has ever told in his LIFE

kingsman and statesman aesthetics at least tend to be the same color schemes. lotta golds, yellows. browns.

eggsy, yeah, it’s a bummer your gf dumped you, but this relationship wasn’t very well-developed or written so i’m not as bummed as i could be

“… and in that moment, all i felt was loneliness and regret.”

harry shut the FUCK UP

you felt NOTHING??

you weren’t thinking of, gee, i dunno, EGGSY? or MERLIN?? your MOM???

like these lines from him just seem to come out of left field and i can’t even halfway suspend my belief long enough to come close to believing him

like mr. hart you just gonna be like that in front of jesus and everybody????

so, yeah, of course he’s on board with saving tilde! because he recognizes (apparently just right that second) that “having something to lose is what makes life worth living”

and i don’t know if they felt like there need to be some weird, deeply contrasting reason for harry to swing around to being in support? or something?

like

i’m forever pissed about this characterization and i don’t even know if i’m expressing my anger in a way that makes it easy to understand lmao this is fine, i’m fine, literally not a single person in this fandom ever believed those lines anyway, it’s fine

moving on

... and even if they WERE true then honestly that just makes me more excited about butterfly knife, because that means that harry acknowledged both the bad side of the coin, and also the side with rae on it (which would mean seeing her for who she was and also recognizing his feelings for what THEY were) and drew the ultimately correct conclucision that love! is! always! worth! it! let that shit in like a welcome guest in the home of your heart, and they will stay as long as you let them!

as SOON as he wakes up ginger looks a thousand percent done lmao

and the “process” that they use to wake people up or whatever is—interesting

because all it is, is trauma turned into a tool which is kind of a weird concept to see in a “fun spy movie” imo

and this is one of what i feel were like only what, two? glimpses we get into whiskey’s Tragic Backstory

and the other scene isn’t a glimpse it’s just straight up exposition in his dialogue :/

jack, i’m sorry, you deserved better than this as a character

i’m sure the name “silver pony” is a reference to something but i don’t know what

“lookin’ GOOD merlin!” “feelin’ good, eggsy.”

ladies and gentlemen when i tell you that i lost my pool-noodle mind seeing him put on that suit watching this in a theater, i--

ANYWAY

because now that i have the horrible burden of having seen these movies a million times

i know it’s more symbolic

he stays in sweaters so long, as an agent of the background, because he walked a man to his death

so it figures when he puts the armor back on for the first time in ages

he walks to his own

uuuggghhhh the minesweeper

i hate this

i hate it

i hate everything about the feelings i’m having while this is happening

*beep-beep*

“you move, we die.”

i HATE IT

but like, i don’t know, how preferable is this to the end scene we almost got, which was merlin dragging his newly-legless corpse through a doggy door?

because it’s been literally multiple years and i still have no fucking idea

they’re both horrible in their own terrible, awful ways

damn, matthew, it’s not often someone manages to come up with multiple versions of a thing and have every version be so gut-wrenchingly horrific, i’m truly impressed and completely disgusted

“do as your told!”

god

everyone just going through twenty shades of Bad Feelings in the space of fifteen seconds here in the jungle

and colin and taron do this thing where it’s like—their eyes go dead? like, there was a light here, it’s gone now

it SUCKS

oh

oh no

ALMOST HEAVEN

WEST VIRGINIA

… fuck

LIFE IS OLD THERE

OLDER THAN THE TREES

“… singing?”

this sucks.

this sucks this sucks this sucks

MOUNTAIN MAMAAAAA

TAKE ME HOOOOME

COUNTRY ROOOADDSSSSS

*THUNK*

and he even took off his glasses before he hit him, he had his end coming towards him and he was still a gentleman

TAKE ME HOOOME

COUNTRY RROOOOAAAADDDSSSSS

his EYES AT THE END

FUCK

… okay i had to get up and go for a lil’ walk

anyway

(and again, roanoke canon, fucking fixing’ shit left and right, because we’re the goat)

harry and eggsy look MURDEREROUS

MERLIN SAID KNOCK YOU OUT

it DID make the grand ending fun action scene a lot more satisfying

because like, without merlin there, that means harry and eggsy get to go full feral

poppy you big idiot you just robbed them of all their motivation to show any kind of restraint and now everybody’s gonna get blown up

except for those dudes who get kicked by elton john

which would be an HONOR first of all

(the part where eggsy’s using his gun and shield vaguely reminds me of the specialist, @bloodofthepen​)

and harry and eggsy just—they’re drift compatible! that’s it! the teamwork! the grace! the flow! my god!

eggsy vs. charlie: round like 4 if you count the first movie

it was also satisfying to see charlie’s new arm in action

we love fun robotics and gadgetry in this house

colin firth is really just not afraid to throw himself full force down a bowling lane huh

ugh, seeing charlie slam eggsy over and over again makes my chest hurt

the sound mixing on all these films is top notch which isn’t always a good thing T.T

ROCKETMAN~~~

that shit will never NOT be funny

a wild elton john appeared!

eggsy is indestructible, he can walk off anything

but charlie, charlie i feel really sorry for, imagine being attacked by a superior version of your own limb, i.e. something that you can’t exactly quickly remove from yourself, that would be TERRIFYING

harry + elton = dream teaaaammmm

“darling if you save the world, you can have a backstage pass.”

i love you elton john :(

i would have been the most OBNOXIOUS hype man in the background of the entire kingsman vs. poppy land face-off

“let’s make this fair.” eggsy you’re fuckin’ cheeky

and poor harry, all that lank just getting tossed like noodles

i thought the robot puppers were very cool

“for the record charlie i’m more of a gentleman than you’ll ever be.”

mmmmmm do NOT like this death for charlie

SUPER glad we fixed it

and another scene where i can’t stand the sound mixing T.T it makes me cringe every time

“i don’t consider genocide especially lady-like.”

and are we gonna talk about how merlin knew how to make heroin?

… no?

nobody wanna talk about that?

ugh that houndstooth dress is so PRETTY though

high!poppy is weirdly comedic for all of two seconds and then it stops being funny real fast

whiskey D:<

this is so dumb

this is all so, so dumb

“our agencies were founded to uphold peace, to protect the innocent—“

there’s that nobility again

is what happened to whiskey fucked up, yes

i’m not saying we have to completely remove that from his story

i just

literally anything but this would have been preferable

and then HOT DOG it’s one of my favorite shots in the movie with the whip where harry’s just chucking it away from his face like a bamf, YES

how great is this cover, let’s be honest

like, i’d be lying if i said i didn’t enjoy this scene visually

plus

HARRY GETTING PEGGED RIGHT IN THE FACE WITH A FRYING PAN

gracious

it’s one fluid tracking shot, so kinda in alignmentment with what we’re used to

some people get annoyed with repeated junk but when you can do it THIS WELL you can get away with anything

D:

but then jack

you did NOT desert that

yes, you were in dire need of an attitude adjustment but jesus

“this is for you, merlin.”

/ugly sobbing/

and tilde is all betterrrrrr ;-;

you guys did itttttt

COUNTRY ROOOAAADDSS

TAKE ME HOOOOOOMMEEEE

TO THE PLAAAAAACCCEEEEE

I BELOOOOONNGGGG

and the scene with jamal and liam T.T #wholesomecontent

poor tequila, after i knew that you would have a bigger role in another movie, i was less annoyed by the fact that they iced you so quick into the story

#FOX2020

“… now we’re brothers, working side by side.”

spoiler alert i actually love champ’s toast

“y’all shittin’ in high cotton now” WHAT DOES THAT MEAN???

and ginger becomes the new whiskey like she always wanted T.T

merlin is proud from heaven (or london, depending on which canon)

iiiiiii have mixed feelings about the whole wedding scene, which is probably because i take HUGE issue with the weird proposal ultimatum thing that happened earlier

but the way eggsy says “not a doubt in my mind,” he says it so seriously and i remember that tilde almost died

there was such good intention packed into this couple that was so badly written that i just

augh

“but it is perhaps the end of the beginning.”

there’s ***merlin! lmao i see you dude, they did you dirty

look

i was pissed off about a lot of things that happened in this thing but i was honestly hype seeing tequila at the very end walking into the tailor shop

like, yeah, i’ll stick around to see what happens in this universe but i’m gonna complain the whole time

GO JACK RABBIT

RUNNING THROUGH THE WOODS

and again, i almost didn’t see this movie.

… i think about that morgan sometimes.

hope she’s doin’ okay.

…

she’s probably not. D:

[alexiaugustin]

The longing that never really goes away

Arthur wants nothing more than to stop the voices in his head. “I’m sorry“ he blurts out. “I’m sorry for bringing it up again. I didn’t want to bother you with it now. I just wanted to tell you that she has every right to hate me for what I did. And if she doesn’t want me to-“ he swallows “and if you don’t want me to hang out with you anymore now that we’ve all finished school anyway I understand that. I really do“ He can feel himself beginning to tear up and he tries so hard to hold it together. Don’t be pathetic. Why should you cry? You brought this upon yourself, the only person who has the right to cry in this situation is Alexia.

or an alternate ending for Alexia and Arthur where Alexia has the gf she deserves feat. le gang

As soon as he finds a quiet minute he makes his way over to Alexia. She just finished her conversation with Sofiane when he approaches her. “Hey“ he say quietly, unsure. Hell he doesn’t even know why he wanted to talk to her again. Arthur is sure that he had an excuse when he started walking over to her but now that he’s standing in front of her, her dark brown eyes looking up at him he seems to forget everything.

“Arthur? Are you alright? What did you want?“ She smiles. Her beautiful precious and warm smile and it ruins him. He doesn’t even deserve her kindness and yet she’s here smiling, pretending that he never treated her like absolute shit just a few months ago and he’s here staring at her. Wanting nothing else but to have her back. Wanting nothing else but to go back in time and never make the mistake of taking Alexia for granted, lying to her cheating on her. And now she moved on, found somebody else, somebody who-

Oh. He finally remembers why he wanted to talk with her. “She doesn’t seem to like me at all“

„Oh, you mean Denise?“ Alexia smiles even wider and her eyes light up when she says her name. “I mean I guess that’s kind of normal don’t you think? It’s not been that long since we broke up and maybe she’s a bit jealous and thinks that I might still-“

“You know what I’m talking about Alexia“ he interrupts her. Her smile falters and Arthur immediately regrets having brought it up again. Why did he have to be so stupid? Why couldn’t he move on just like Alexia? Because it’s not right that little voice in his head says. Because she’s allowed to pretend that everything is fine because she did nothing wrong. You however can’t just brush this off. You were the asshole, you were the liar and you were the cheater. And if you don’t want to end up just like your father then you have to acknowledge your mistakes and apologize. Own up to it. Don’t be like him. Don’t become him. Don’ make the same mistakes. Be better be better be better be better be better.

Arthur wants nothing more than to stop the voices in his head. “I’m sorry“ he blurts out. “I’m sorry for bringing it up again. I didn’t want to bother you with it now. I just wanted to tell you that she has every right to hate me for what I did. And if she doesn’t want me to-“ he swallows “and if you don’t want me to hang out with you anymore now that we’ve all finished school anyway I understand that. I really do“ He can feel himself beginning to tear up and he tries so hard to hold it together. Don’t be pathetic. Why should you cry? You brought this upon yourself, the only person who has the right to cry in this situation is Alexia. God the voice in his head almost sounds like his father’s and he can’t breathe, he can’t breathe, he doesn’t know how to function anymore, how to move, how to fill his lungs with air until-

Her hands are warm on his shoulders. “Arthur breathe“ he looks back up at her and can’t help but notice that her face is just centimeters away from his. She seems to notice too and slightly pulls back again. “Arthur what are you talking about? You’re my friend. Do you think that just because school is over le grew is over too? This is not over. All of us are still friends and this will never change. You are my friend Arthur. You are. And that won’t change either. So yes what happened was shitty, extremely shitty even“ she rolls her eyes “but it’s not the end of the world. You’re not a bad person Arthur no matter how hard some people in your life try to convince you to think that way about yourself“ she carefully lowers her voice at this so nobody else can hear it. She knows exactly that his father is one of Arthur’s deepest and darkest secrets only she and Basile know about.

“Don’t beat yourself over this Arthur. I’ve forgiven you. You can forgive yourself too. It doesn’t make you a bad person. Mistakes make us human. Do you know how many times I’ve screwed up? Do you remember how shitty I’ve treated Imane last year? Even though I am her best friend, even though I should have listened to her and helped her. In the end I wasn’t there for her when she needed me the most. But she forgave me. And I’ve learned from my mistakes and forgave myself too.“ Arthur doesn’t even notice that he’s crying until Alexia reaches out to wipe his tears away.

“Remember when I told you that we can’t choose who we fall in love with but that we can choose to leave the people behind who hurt us?“ Arthur tries to smile and nods “Of course I remember“ he whispers.

“Well, we might not be able to choose who we fall in love with but we can choose the people we want to be our friends. And we can choose to leave people behind who hurt us but we can also choose to come back when we’re ready to forgive them. And I want you in my life Arthur. I want you to be my friend and I want you to know that you can always rely on me, that I’ll always be there for you, that I want to hang out with you with the grew but also just the two of us. Not just to study but to do all the things we used to do together. We can still go swimming and go to the cinema together you know? Just because we’re not dating anymore doesn’t change that“

For a few seconds Arthur doesn’t know what to say at all. He only stares at her and wonder how anyone could ever be as kind and wonderful as Alexia Martineau. And during the past few months he was so stressed with his bac and having to move to a smaller flat to another part of the city and no matter what at the end of the day he always fell asleep with Alexia on his mind, feeling so damn guilty and being restless until sleep took over him. And now, after what Alexia just told him, he feels like he can finally exhale after months. A weight lifting from his shoulders and once it’s gone he doesn’t even know how he managed to live with it for so long.

He can’t help but just throw his arms around her and hug her tightly. “Thank you Alex. I don’t think that there’s anybody else as wonderful as you. Really“ I love you he almost says but then stops himself and pulls back. He can see Denise starring at them from across the room, he can’t read her facial expression but decides that it’s probably better to tell Alexia to go back to her now before she decides to kill him after all.

“I think your girlfriend might want to talk to you, Alex“ she turns around and smiles and is about to give Denise a sign to come over to them but Arthur stops her. “You can introduce us another time. If looks could kill I would have been dead the second she recognized me today so it’s probably for the best if we find a more calm moment but not today, not here at this party with so many people around“

Alexia chuckles “Okay then I guess I will text you soon. To hang out again and we will see each other next Friday evening at the latest again when we celebrate our bac results. So until then or sooner“ she hugs him one last time and then makes her way over to Denise. She smiles widely when she approaches her and gets on her tiptoes to press a kiss to her lips. And for a few seconds Arthur just looks at them from across the room, when Denise twirls Alexia around and they slowly start dancing to The Scientist by Coldplay, Alexia’s arms wrapped around her middle. And they laugh and smile and Alexia looks so genuinely happy Arthur can feel his heart ache while at them same time feeling some strange kind of happiness wash over him.

And he thinks that he must really love her because he’s ready to let her go to find her own happiness even if it means that she will never look at him the same way she looks at Denise in this moment, with that kind of gleaming eyes and a softness he never saw in anybody else’s eyes ever before.

“The longing that never really goes away.“ Arthur looks up as Yann suddenly stands next to him and puts his hand on his shoulder.

“What are you talking about? How do y-“

“Emma“ he responds. “You look at her the same way I sometimes look at Emma when I get caught up in my thoughts. It’s not like I want to get back together with her or anything but the truth is some feelings just never really go away. Some feelings just stay with you for years. They’re not enough to actually make a move and try to get back into a relationship. But they’re enough to sometimes stop you in the middle of your day and just wanting to reach out for something that no longer exists. You can miss someone and everything that could have been without actually wanting them back. The longing that never goes away, that’s what I call it.“

“I didn’t know that you were so…“ Arthur smiles and searches for the right word “…poetic?“

“Who’s poetic?“ Lucas squeezes himself in between Arthur and Yann and throws his arms around their shoulders.

“Oh no fuck off Lucas this is a conversation between two singles we don’t need your stories about your boyfriend’s annoying romantic ass writing movies about your love story“ he tries to shrug Lucas off but he just lets go off Yann and jumps on Arthurs back instead and clings to him like a Koala. “Nawww are you jealous? What can I say Arthur if only you didn’t have to be such an annoying heterosexual maybe you could have dated me instead and you would also get to hear nice stuff like I feel like I’ve been waiting for you my whole life everyday“

“Oh my god Lucas I hate you so much, get off me“ Arthur tries to throw him off but Lucas reacts faster than he thought he would and just holds on to Arthur as if his life depends on it. So Arthur has one possibility left and runs over to Eliott with Lucas still clinging to his back.

“Eliott, your boyfriend just said that he wants to date me“ Eliott turns away from the people he was just talking to and reaches out for Lucas and similes widely when Lucas finally lets go off Arthur and jumps at Eliott and wraps his legs around his middle instead. “I did not say such thing, I’m telling you this boy is so desperate by the end of his life he will have tried to date every single one of us“ Eliott laughs and pecks Lucas three times before Lucas slides back to the floor and Eliott wraps his arms around him from behind, resting his chin on Lucas’ head and continues his conversation with Max, Sekou and Daphné.

Arthur is still smiling and feeling the happiest he’s felt ever since he and Alexia broke up. He thinks about his mum and how they are finally living together in a tiny flat but at least they can breathe and feel safe there and that’s what matters the most. He hears Lucas and Eliott laughing next to him and then sees Yann and Basile smiling reassuringly from across the room. I have them. They are my family, the best people I know and I won’t lose them. He looks at Alexia sitting on a couch with Imane, Emma, her arms wrapped around Denise. Their eyes meet and for a few seconds she just smiles at him in such a caring and truthful way before she looks back at Imane who’s currently talking. And I won’t lose her either he thinks I won’t. What does it matter if they’re not in a relationship as long as she’s still a part of his life. As long as they can still tell each other everything. Maybe even more than back when they were dating. As long as they are friends. It’s not what he had wished for and maybe Yann was right and some part of him would always miss her that way and reach out to something that no longer exists. Something that he destroyed months ago. But it’s more than he ever could have wished for after everything that happened. So maybe just maybe it’s actually more than enough after all.

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omg hi i don't know if i was able to send my request to you cos my wifi sucks but could you write "things you said while I cried in your arms" and/or "things you said when you thought I was asleep" for alex and henry? :) loved your last one so much!!

~Notes: I’m so sorry I never posted this here my love🥺 But I hope you enjoy this!!!  A REBLOG IS WORTH A thouSANd STARS!

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Things You Said  |  Prompts Closed

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When Henry was being brought up— back before his father’s abrupt death and before he understood the sadness in his mother’s eyes and before the very act of attending family dinners had begun to feel like crossing into enemy territory— the Fox Mountchristen Windsors would spend their summers in the family estate, Mertylewood, in northern Hampshire. Back then Henry had thunk the manner there was a Neverland of sorts, otherworldly and magical and totally untouched by the underhanded dealings and suffocating sophistication required by the life of a royal.

Mertylewood was wide and sweeping, with boundless rooms with air that always smelt like a cocktail of  hickory and bonfires and the gossamer his mother had always favored. It was surrounded  by green pastures and flower meadows for miles, divorced completely from  any of the uneasiness back home, and Henry had always relished in the anonymity of it all. A respite from a life composed of expectations, doused in the ever appraising public eye,  and strung together by the looming threat  of the responsibility to the family name.  It was the closest thing to home he’s ever known.

Mertylewood was the place where his mother taught him how to knit, their hands folded into one another’s and her long arms encircling his narrow frame. It was where Phillip stopped being such a god forsaken wanker all the god damn time and taught him how to aim while shooting with his bow and arrows. It’s where Beatrice looked lightest, most carefree, where she forgot about the judgmental glances by the gaggle of tube sock wearing, nasally sounding girls she claims are her friends. It was where she and Henry would stay up all night long listening to her favorite records, and painting their nails ridiculous colors and laughing for absolutely no reason at all. But most importantly, Mertylewood was the one place where none of the cameras or tabloids  or reporters got even a slice of their family, including  Henry’s father, his hero. His father who always told Henry that while Arthur might’ve been in the movie business, Henry was the brightest star of them all. His father who loved them all so thoroughly that Henry could never forget it, even when the shine to his smile or precise shade of blue to his eyes began to fade. His father who spent the afternoons in Mertylewood with Henry riding their horses and chasing the sunlight. Afternoons where Henry felt like time would never end.

Their favorite spot to stop and rest  was a tiny alcove on the cusp of the property, right where the trees met the mouth of the river, and where the sunlight refracted against the tree tops and sod  to make them look like they were ablaze. Henry had thought that it was something magical, something that could never be replicated. He knows now, a decade and a half removed, that he was wrong. He sees the same blaze in Alex Claremont Diaz’s chestnut eyes whenever he’s determined, excited for a challenge even if it’s something as stupid as a staring contest that he refuses for Henry to win. He thinks Alex is the personification of that wonderment Henry had once  felt as a naive boy, and is blown away by him all over again.

“Oy! I saw that!” Alex suddenly crows, leaping up from his seat on their sofa in the Brownstone Henry had bought to start their lives together, topping it off with some ridiculous dance from some ridiculous app that in all seriousness Alex shouldn’t even have considering that it was created  by a hostile government literally spying on it’s users. “You blinked Henryson! I win!”

“I did not do anything of the sort!” Henry reproves with no real heat, too busy trying not to gaze  longingly at Alex’s swinging hips in those sweatpants.

God it’s so fucking unfair that his boyfriend is so hot, and even more unfair that Henry is so God damn weak for him.

“Ah c’mon sour patch,” Alex pretends to  croon, beginning to pepper sloppy kisses down the column of Henry’s neck, unwittingly making it so Henry arches up towards him. “I know it’s not really part of you royals’ MO, but a deal is a deal.”

“Says the first son of a nation which rebelled over some taxes,” Henry scoffs, can’t help the snicker that bubbles out or the dazed way he feels over the gleam in Alex’s eyes.

“Spare me babe, you love it when I’m a rebel,” Alex goads, far too cheeky and far too endearing all at once. He’s a living contradiction that Henry would spend an eon trying to figure out, but for now, Henry momentarily loses all thought when Alex, the sneak,  slips a sly hand into his shirt, and swipes his fingers against bare skin— a whisper, a promise for something more.

Henry has fallen for a bastard, God save the queen.

“I promise I’ll make it worth your trouble,” Alex pretends to  croon, presses an open mouth kiss to Henry’s own. In turn, henry only responds by swinging his head back and willing himself not to get all heated like he were some fucking schoolboy with his first crush over being a fully fledged adult lounging around in his home with his fucking fiance of all people. His annoying ass, smug as all get out fiance, but his fiancé all the same.

“I took’r out to shit last time!” Henry grouses, greedily pulls Alex back closer when he starts to detach himself.

“I seem to remember that you offered last time,” Alex says with a pointed hiking to his dark brow, dips down to trade another snog like he couldn’t help it, as if he felt a fraction for what Henry felt for him. “And then you lost this time around, so.”

“I’m not use to all this manual labor while i’m in America,” Henry tries for broke,  immediately regrets the quip when he sees the way it makes Alex’s entire countenance go smug and his button nose turn up in such a shrewd fashion that it inspires a whole slew of maddening emotions to chorus within him, ninety percent of which being that he’d really like to get Alex naked. Nine percent wanting to kiss him so hard that it falls off, and the remaining one percent being a mental note to text June about some face masks for him to get rid of the blackheads speckled around  there.

“Shut it Alexander,” Henry opts to  say, faux aggrieved as he slips out of his embrace and picks up Eleanor’s leash. “I’ll take her out if you just promise not to speak out loud any of the various innuendos you’ve surely devised in that cryptic place you call a brain.”

“Rude.” Alex sniffs.

“I reckon that’s a deal?” Henry presses.

“You run a hard bargain,” Alex nods, unflinching and far too  serious. Truly,  Henry must be completely off his rocker considering that he’s not only helplessly in love with this boy, but he’s been lost on him since before he could remember. Sometimes his chest feels like it’s going to burst with the love he feels for him, knows that he can be shit at showing it, quieter than Alex’s grand gestures and loud proclamations, but Alex knows. Alex knows how the love Henry holds for him runs deeper than all the oceans, and more expansive than this galaxy. He knows that Henry considers him his person, that what he feels for Alex is unparalleled by any other, insurmountable in its daunting expanse but what keepsHenry grounded nonetheless. And that’s the most important part out of all of this.

“I’ll make you some tea for when you guys get back,” Alex offers, grin a supernova that Henry had once been terrified to burn against.

“If I end up dead in a gutter and the local news reports that I was a decent man, you promise to get me one of the nicer candles for my wake, won’t you? The one’s with a wooden wick?” Henry asks, only partly kidding.

“Don’t be silly babe,” Alex laughs, mock magnanimous. “With those cheekbones? You’d never end up on local news, primetime would be fools not to plaster that pretty face all over!”

Henry frowns before pecking a kiss to the corner of his lips.

“I’m so glad I’ve got such a strong support system at home Alexander.”

“You know it baby.”

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When Henry had been six and Beatrice a fresh ten year’s old their parents had taken them to see a peculiar show on Westend which featured odd musical numbers, a Mary Poppins like nanny, and a set of twins whom were able to read one another’s minds. Henry was so very confused by the whole ordeal, but Beatrice was downright ebullient over it. She had spent that entire spring trying to train  them to learn how to do the very same. Predictably, it was a spring full of scraped knees and random bruises and a twisted ankle. But sometimes, once in a blue moon, their connection is so clairvoyant that Henry privately thinks that somehow Beatrice’s persistence had somehow forged the bond out of sheer force of will.

Exhibit A, while Henry walks down the brisk streets of the city— or well, less walking and more being dragged by the ninety pound Labrador he and Alex had adopted nearly a year ago now— he feels his phone buzz, and when he opens it he finds a message from Beatrice. Just a short phrase coupled with a photograph that punches the air right out of him.

B: Sometimes I miss it

The attachment is a picture of the five of them, Henry and Beatrice with Phillip and their parents, on Mertylewood’s veranda. The photograph was taken on a day where the light shimmered, making it so Henry and their mother’s golden hair shone right through. Henry and his siblings were in matching trousers and tops, while his parents were caught mid laugh. It looked like what you’d see plastered all over the trashy magazine covers that were obsessed with their family to a morbid degree.

Henry remembers the precise moment the photograph was taken. Remembers how his father spent the better part of an hour trying to figure out the camera settings so that it would take an automatic shot. Remembers Phillip and Beatrice bickering about a butterfly she had caught and he had let go free. Henry remembers his mother carding a ginger hand through his tousled hair, the both of them always having been more reserved than the others and sharing the trait like a lifeline in the chaos of it all. Henry remembers how after they had finally gotten a good collection for their grandmother to sift through in the midst of deciding which would make it on that year’s Christmas collage for the paper, Arthur had tossed Henry on his shoulder, and slung an arm around Catherine’s hip and beckoned the two oldest along for them to go out for sundaes and eat them by the peer.

It’s one of the last truly happy memories Henry has before his father’s diagnosis, a snapshot of resplendence that would never last.

He isn’t sure how long he’s been staring down at his phone, doesn’t notice that time had passed until he finally feels the salty droplets cascading down and splashing against the screen. And shit, it’s been over an hour since he’s left. It was only meant to be a walk around the block for Eleanor to stretch out her legs before bed. Damn it, Alex is probably worried sick.

With a shuttering breath, Henry slowly shuts off his phone, looks up to find that he recognizes the apartment complex they’ve stumbled in front of, miraculously only five minutes away from his and Alex’s place.

“Thank Jesus,” Henry mutters before softly tugging Eleanor away from a hydrant and making the trek back home, stomach twisted up in knots over how Alex must feel.

His suspicions are confirmed when the pair of them make it back home and are greeted by the sight of a peeved off looking  Alex, only clad in his pajama bottoms and a frown.

“You could’ve called,” he says, bends down to ruffle a hand into an excited Eleanor’s fur.

“I know.” Henry says, utterly apologetic.

“Dude I thought you really were gonna end up needing that fucking candle,” Alex tells him.

“I— I’m sorry.”

Henry’s not sure if it was the stutter he let out just then, or if he finally had gotten close enough for Alex to spot the wetness tracing down his cheeks, but almost immediately Alex’s expression goes stunned, then confused, followed by angry until it lands on something painfully contrite.

“Baby,” he says in a hush, and the open way that word comes out of him— pleading and hurt and wanting all at once— is enough for a new round of tears to flood Henry’s eyes and for his body to begin trembling while his heart  lodges up into his rapidly shutting throat.

Henry thanks his every star that he’s got Alex. That he has someone he can trust so implicitly, so thoroughly that he isn’t afraid when his brain shuts off and he just falls into his fiancé’s embrace, plunging his face into the juncture of Alex’s head and shoulder and just sobs, let’s the sadness just swallow him whole and lets himself remember his father and remember his family and remember when everything had been so effortless.

Somehow, seamlessly, Alex carts him and their pup indoors, helps Henry shed himself of his jacket and shoes before pressing him down onto their bed, and wraps him up into his favorite blanket. Henry absently knows that when Alex leaves him to his solitude it’s because he has to make sure Eleanor is taken care of and has to shut down everything around the house, but that doesn’t stop Henry’s  yearning for him, nor does it stop him for feeling so painstakingly alone.

When Alex comes back it’s with a glass of water, and a bowl of fruit, and a cup of hot coco because he knows that’s what Beatrice makes him whenever Henry is feeling especially sad. Henry wonders if Alex knows it’s an old tradition started by their father whenever their mother had gotten the same way. He’d like to tell him, but feels so very tired that he can’t fathom moving his lips to form around the words, resolves to explain it another day.

“You’re back,” Henry says, hates how desperate he sounds, wishes he weren’t so very inept.

“I love you,” Alex answers, his smile still so fucking bright and his hands so soft as he climbs into bed with him, props Henry’s head on his chest and kisses the line where his hair begins.

Henry starts to cry all over again, and Alex only repeats the affirmation, moves to telling him funny stories of when he and June were younger when that doesn’t work, and then starts to rant about his hellish constitutional law professor because he knows that Henry wants nothing more than a distraction.

Tomorrow Henry will show him the photograph, and Alex will understand  because he knows Mertylewood, hell he’s spent a handful of weeks over there. Then Henry will tell him more stories in exchange for the ones Alex had given him tonight. Then Henry will explain the hot chocolate thing and Alex will listen and laugh and nod and kiss Henry in all the right parts. And Henry will just fall in love with him all over again. Tomorrow Alex will ask if they could have their wedding in Mertylewood because he wants Henry to be reminded of that happiness always, and also because he thinks it’ll act as some sort of tribute to Arthur. Henry won’t say yes right away but he’ll think it, and it will be better, because Alex always makes it better. But for now it doesn’t have to be better, and Henry is so thankful he understands that.

“I really love you Henry, you know that?” Alex asks hours later when the tears have dried away and they’re doing nothing but mapping out the patches of skin on one another’s bodies— reverent  and unhurried and just because they need to be touching one another.

Henry wants to make a joke, thinks that on any other night he’d retort with a playful barb without a second thought, but he can’t make himself do so tonight, it all feels too raw, too real, too fragile.

“I love you  Alexander,” he says instead, cuddles closer to him. “For forever and a day.”

“Forever and a day.” Alex confirms and they fall asleep like that,  tangled in forever and one another and all their tomorrows.

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@charlie-sisters  asked:

Sending in for that matchup, please! 💖 My name is Jess and lol putting it simply, I am a mess. 😅 This is starting off depressing, but I honestly don't like myself at all and I struggle finding anything nice to say about myself at all. Sometimes i cope with that with self-depreciating humor. (My sense of humor in general can get dark, lol) I have bad anxiety and I do not cope with it well. I need a lot of reassurance and I feel like it annoys people around me. (1/3)

I am kinda hard to get to know because of social anxiety. I second guess everything and never really believe anyone likes me, so I kinda pull away and isolate myself more than I should. On lighter notes, I LOVE rainy days, listening to music, and relaxing at home. Quiet nights in are all I need to be happy, lol. my sense of humor can be dark, but I'll just as easily laugh at silly puns and 'stupid' jokes (like the 'arr' rated pirate movie joke, lol). So anything goes, I guess. 😂 (2/3)

I'm not great at opening up when things bother me, but I like to think I'm good at listening and offering comfort when it's needed. (3/3) Thank you AGAIN and so sorry to be such a bother!! 💖💖💖

Edit: and Patrick Verona <3

Under a cut because there’s lots here <333 Enjoy, darling! <3

Word count for the three: 2, 312 (uhh... woops??)

Arthur // wc: 751.

Don’t think for a minute that Arthur doesn’t know where your self-deprecating sense of humour stems from. He dislikes it but he can’t really say anything about it because he’s exactly the same way. Whenever you say something bad about yourself, Arthur frowns at you and quietly says, “Do you really think that, Jess?” and for everything you say by way of explanation is noted quietly; there are pages in his journal filled with things that you’ve joked about or said and all the ways in which Arthur thinks he can prove you wrong. He just can’t get his head around the fact that you don’t see yourself as he does; it’s a cruel joke, he thinks, and he’s determined to change your punchline. Generally speaking, you have a dark sense of humour and Arthur really connects deeply with you over that. Over the weeks and months that you spend time together, Arthur’s comedic material becomes more tailored to you and what is guaranteed to make you laugh, so deeply in love with you is he that unless you’re smiling, the entire world is wrong and it must be corrected. You don’t cope well with your anxiety but it’s something that Arthur is more than familiar with so he’s more than willing to help you in any way that he can, learning all of your verbal and non-verbal cues as quickly as he can so that he can help you best. He’s never afraid to give you reassurance and anything you need is immediately given to you.There is nothing that Arthur won’t do for you, to you, and he proves himself to be true time and time again; even as exhausted as he is.

There are beginning difficulties between you and Arthur because you’re both quite hard to know initially. Arthur hides within himself a lot of the time and he keeps to himself as best as he can, used though he is to being targeted by other people. Try though he might to hide, to avoid any trouble, it seems that it always finds him. You find it hard to believe that people like you and truly is Arthur the same; but with many reassurances and shocked, quiet glances, you find your own ways to each other. You are each other’s rock in so many ways and you come through for one another again and again. You pull away and isolate but Arthur does the same sometimes, and there are times when you don’t talk for hours or days but the other person will definitely approach, knowing each other as well as you do. You adore rainy days and listening to music and on those days, Arthur invites you over, wanting nothing more than to spend the entire day with you dancing to Sinatra, Durante and others. You both enjoy your quiet nights together, your solace away from the busy and harsh reality that you both have to endure. The nights are for the both of you to spend time together; even if you barely talk to each other, you enjoy nothing more than dancing around Arthur in the kitchen when you’re doing the necessary chores or otherwise tidying up the apartment, so tidy is Arthur. You’re always laughing around each other; so alike are your senses of humour and so desperate is Arthur to truly make you laugh. His eyes close every time he hears such a sweet sound and he longs to cradle it in his hands and to cherish it forever. It’s a daily goal for the both of you to make the other person laugh. All is not lost so long as you can do that.

You’re not great at opening up when things bother you and it’s the same for Arthur, but you can read each other so well that you both just know when something is amiss and though you don’t push him, you make it known that you’re there for him and that you want to comfort him. When he suffers a PBA attack, you’re there to hug him tightly and to comfort him as best as you can. Arthur is infinitely grateful for you and for everything that you do for him and anything  that you do do for him is returned to you tenfold. Arthur loves you so, so much that he can’t bare the thought of you being anything less than happy. He’s there for you through it all, no matter what. He loves you, Jess. You’re his entire world.

Joker // wc: 699.

By this point in your relationship, Joker is with you for the rest of your life. You were with him through it all and you stayed, you stayed, and that means more to him than anything else. A lifetime of loyalty and of protection is definitely the very least that he can do for you, and indeed, he can’t see himself with anyone else. You are his first and his only and by now is Jess Fleck something that he whispers to himself on his darkest of nights. Your name entwined with his is his reason, his purpose, his joy and his strength. By now, as well, Joker knows you. He knows your every tone, your every expression, your every way of joking and all the ways in which you insult yourself. He eyes you disapprovingly but he doesn’t ever stop you; he knows that he can’t. Your ways of expressing yourself aren’t too dissimilar to his own. Every time you insult yourself, Joker smiles without humour and then says something which insults him. When you defend him from himself, Joker watches you with a slow growing smile which is tight around the edges as he waits for his point to sink in. He’s a clever man, is your Joker. Your anxiety is bad and Joker helps you with it in all the ways that he can; there’s nothing he won’t do for you. Come rain or shine, hell or high water, Joker is there for you, with you, through it all. You never annoy him, no matter how many times you ask him if you are. Joker typically displays a tender kind of frustration as so far as helping you; can you not see how beautiful you are, how much he loves you? He feels as though he hasn’t loved you properly or even enough for how many thoughts cross your mind that he can’t intercept and stop before they’re even registered in your mind; for once they are registered do they fester and stick.

You second guess everything but by now does Joker know exactly what to say and do to help you. It’s second nature to him to support you, just as it is to you to help him, so deserving of it is he and so long was he deprived of the very things which you make sure to daily give him in abundance. You pull away and you isolate and when Joker is really feeling bad, he does the same thing as well, so even now there are days where you don’t talk to each other, but you’re so good at reaching out to him when he needs comforting and so is Joker with you, so despite your mutual social anxieties and self depreciation, both of you reach out to and find solace and comfort in the other person. There are many quiet nights passed in which the two of you sit in silence, each feeling too much to be able to talk to the other. You cuddle into each other’s sides and cling to each other as best as you can and even though you only quietly murmur to each other, you’re both still there and that means more to the both of you than anything else. Dancing together is also something which the two of you use both in happy times and in darker ones; feeling each other’s heartbeats and Joker’s fingers which filled the spaces between your own and kept you both from tipping too far over the precipices in your fragile minds. Oh, but you’re so in love and though it doesn’t heal or fix issues, you both soothe one another’s injuries.

You’re not great at opening up and neither is Joker; he typically holds it all in until he explodes in anger, a secondary emotion which hides his true pains and sadness. You’re really good at listening and comforting people and often in comforting and being there for Joker are you able to receive your own comfort; for there is nothing more comforting or more grounding than being surrounded in red. Joker loves you, Jess, he loves you, and there’s no one more suited to him than you are.

Pretty boy // wc: 862.

OMGGGG this boy loves you so so so much <3333 there is nothing that he won’t do for you and if he has to, Pat will use his own reputation, a lie though it is, to help you even further than he can just by being his wonderful self. To begin with, Pat didn’t think of anything that you said and he maybe even cracked a few deprecating comments of his own. But then, one day, you said something and there was an edge in your voice, something which Pat really didn’t like. “Hey, no, wait - “ Pat stopped you by taking your hand, his fingers slipping into the spaces between your own, “You’re not joking, are you?”  // “No, I’m not” and Pat asked for you to talk him through everything. He wants to know you, all of you, and that includes the parts of yourself which you wish to hide or the parts of you that you dislike the most. There is nothing you could ever say or do which would ever make Pat love you any less; you are the girl who defended him from people spreading rumours about how he had set a State Trooper on fire (that was how you had met), and he had been determined to thank you for it ever since. You wouldn’t accept gifts or anything of the sort so instead he offered you his friendship, which no one else in the school has... you said yes, of course you did, and from there had a natural and beautiful relationship blossomed. You don’t cope well with your anxiety and though Pat was unsure, he recognised the signs and he went and did some ‘research’ - and by that I mean he sought out the counsellor and pretended that he had been feeling a certain way and from there did he find out everything that he needed to know to properly help you. You never annoy him by asking for reassurance - he loves you for all of you.

Both of you are quite hard to get to know. No one ever bothers to get to know Pat because of his reputation and you have social anxiety and you can’t wrap your head around the thought that people want to be your friend, but Pat is stubborn and he can sense that you want to believe that he wants to be your friend and then something more, and that’s why he pushes it. Not in an aggressive way, more in a “oh, hush. Let me sit here - I want to, okay?” way. Pat won’t let you pull away from him because he knows that your thoughts are just that - thoughts - and they have no real bearing on reality, though of course that doesn’t make them any easier to deal with. You love rainy days and listening to music and Pat makes sure that he learns your favourite songs so that he can sing or hum them to you when you’re especially anxious in a public place, one hand holding a cigarette and the other wrapped tightly around your hand, his thumb stroking soothingly along the back of your hand. You adore quiet nights in and Pat is forever knocking on your door late at night because “I can’t sleep” and by that he means he wants to be cuddled and to wake up with you in the morning. Silly puns are his go-to to make you smile and he adores the way the smile lights up your face.“You’re so beautiful when you smile”  and when you shake your head because you don’t believe him, he shakes his head but he lets it rest. He loves all of you.

You’re not great at opening up when you’re bothered by something but Pat knows you, he knows you, and he knows that you’re not okay. He knows all of your verbal and non-verbal cues and he just tucks you into the side of his body. “Talk to me, love. What’s going on up there?” and to emphasise his point he’ll kiss your temple, lips lingering against your skin. He then moves to sit in front of you, the both of you cross legged and your hands held tightly. His intense chocolate eyes watch you as you open up to him and with gentle smiles and frowns does Pat get you to tell him everything. He’ll ask questions if he doesn’t understand and then when he does understand he pauses and then says something really silly but true like, “I hate peas”. Your laugh is his goal and Pat won’t rest until he achieves it. Sometimes, his reputation gets to be too much for him or he gets upset about the death of his grandfather and Pat needs comfort, in which case he’ll pout and just... be a koala. He will physically cling to you and he might not tell you exactly what’s wrong, but you’ll know that he doesn’t feel good and he just wants to be with you. He’ll cry silently but he’ll want to stay by you. Your presence is everything he needs to feel okay again. He loves you.

[fandomexplosion]

Dc comics high school Au

Younger characters are students and older ones are parents/Teachers

Okay so I don’t have it completely writing out yet, these are just points Part 1/? Don't know if I'm going write anymore or even write a story for this.

Teachers/Parents

Diana Prince- history Teacher (mostly Greek history) and girls track coach.

Bruce Wayne- Parent. Practically the head of the pta. I mean he has enough kids.

Clark kent- both, parent and the fucking principle (Reason #1 Why Conner wants to hang himself.)

Lex Luthor- vice principal-

Oliver Queen- both, business teacher and Roy’s foster father. Will either come in on Monday morning hungover or just not show up. Mostly plays movies.

Barry Allen- teacher- chemistry teacher and boys track coach. (He’s also Wally’s uncle)

Hal Jordan- gym teacher

Dinah Lance- choir teacher.

Ray Palmer- physics teacher-

Ted Kord- math teacher. Doesn’t really want to but someone has to.

Rita Farr- drama/theatre teacher

Cliff Steel- auto and mechanics teacher.

Joe Kerr (Joker)- the drama director

John Jones- English teacher

Kyle Rayner- Art teacher- has never taught before. (It’s his first year) makes friends with students

Selina Kyle- Gymnastics teacher/Coach

Arthur Curry- swim teacher and coach.

Alec Holland- biology teacher-

Pamela Isley- earth science teacher

Harleen Quinzel- ladies softball coach, school psychologist/Counselor

Lazlo Valentin (Professor Pyg)- school nurse/doctor

Teth-Adam (black Adam) - ap/world history.

Edward Nygma- English teacher.- “Now can someone who isn’t completely incompetent answer this.” “Bart Put your hand down, you’re an idiot”

Eobard Thawne- US history teacher

Vandal Savage- superintendent.-

Every once in a while a sub will come in (Mr. Shazam? Mr. Marvel?) oddly enough He’s never subed for Billy’s class or he’s absent in said class.

Music Meister- band

Vril Dox- algebra and geometry teacher

Students

Dick Grayson- on the gymnastics team. The most popular boy in a cheesy movie about high school romance

Roy Harper- looks like a drug addict, probably is a drug addict. Voted most likely to shoot up a school. Jason Todd is his partner in crime.

Jason Todd- voted most likely to blow up the school. Has the hot bad boy routine DOWN. Wake me up WAKE ME UP INSIDE I can’t wake up.

Tim Drake- is literally a walking mess. Always has coffee. Will probably find him hunched over computer watching buzzfeed unsolved.

Kara Danvers- is a cheerleader. Tries. She really tries but she’s a hot mess. (But to be honest most in this school are) in the journalist club. (Clark and Conner’s cousin)

Wally West- track star. Will take food from anyone. Is actually a nerd.

Conner Kent- it’s almost like these hot blue eyed black hair boys are being cloned. Will flirt with anyone and everyone. Has a great style. Will tell you if what you’re wearing is bad. Is dork though.

Bart Allen- is everyone’s little brother. The cute one. Also weird. And get this boy a haircut. (Not really it’s cute) like his cousin Wally he will eat everything however his is more absurd. Like fries off the ground or random sludge he was dared to drink. Somehow related to Barry (know one knows how though)

Kory Anders- head cheerleader. Is nice but intimidating. Looks like a Brazilian super model. Also plays volleyball.

Cassie Sandsmark- also cheerleader🤷‍♀️. Akward and weird.

Cassandra Cain- quiet, cute and can kick your ass. If you mess with her and she somehow doesn’t fuck you up, you bet her four brothers will. Is a dancer. Knows asl

Garfield Logan- basketball player. Funny dorky kid. In drama class/theatre.

Rachel Roth- goth girl. Meditates. Might be possessed but is easily calmed with tea.

Damian Wayne- isn’t actually in high school but has ap classes. Will get picked up by his older siblings and will end up hanging with who said sibling is hanging with. Will usually get picked up by Dick or Jason will force Tim to pick Damian up for him.

Barbara Gordon- computer wiz. *Hacker voice* I’m in. I’m a boss ass bitch plays in the background.

Billy Batson- is that one freshman that doesn’t annoy everyone. Is kinda an outsider. Makes friends with everyone though, even the teachers. Is actually really smart and somehow knows everything. Is the one who would find ‘Secret’ passages and sneaks around a lot.

Stephanie Brown- WAFFLES! Wears a lot of purple.

Donna Troy- yearbook photographer. Is mom friend to everyone. Tells you when you’re being stupid.

Duke Thomas- doesn’t want to be here. ”All those idiots over there? Yah I don't know them.” He says like a liar.

Jon Kent- not in high school but is Conner’s little brother and Damian’s best friend.

Querl Dox- Big nerd. Everyone goes to him when the Don’t get their Math homework. Resting judging you face.

Couples

Hal and Barry- the cute teacher couple

Dick and Kory- prom king and queen. Will probably get married once they graduate. On and off a lot though.

Conner and Bart- (Okay listen, they need more love)- somehow works. If you touch Conner’s baby you will probably get thrown through a wall.

Garfield and Rachel- That’s my wife! She’s a bitch and I love her. He may be an idiot but he’s my idiot.

Harleen and Pamela- the lesbian teachers who might adopt you.

Tim Drake and Stephanie Brown- is honestly perfect for each other.

Kara Danvers and Querl Dox- most don't realize they're dating.

if you want to give ideas for it you can.

[dawnquafam]

So my friend thinks that Arthur and Mera's relationship in Aquaman was rushed, forced, awkward and cheesey *snorts* do you have an argument against all that?

Rushed? Forced? Rushed? Forced? RUSHED? FORCED? I have never seen a more natural romance in any fandom, and coming from me and my countless fandoms, that is saying something. And if your friend thinks Aquamera is awkward and cheesy, I can’t even begin to imagine what they think perfectly natural and beautiful looks like. But let’s start at the beginning, shall we?

(Under a cut because this got long because I have feelings about this, and I also added some photographic evidence, because FEELINGS)

When they met, did they immediately hit it off? Nope. But not because of each other. Arthur had a resentment against Atlantis as a whole, but he still respected her, and when she saved his dad, he was genuinely grateful and listened to her because of it. She had her doubts about him being Atlantis’s next true king because he’d never been to Atlantis, but unlike most Atlanteans (even Arthur’s own brother), she never once called him a half-breed mongrel bastard son, and she trusted Vulko enough to give him a chance. So not a perfect start, but the foundations are solid.

Fast forward to the attack on the safehouse. She genuinely tried to rush out to protect him – it was Vulko who held her back, and she hesitated to leave him all the same. And when she called him an imbecile to Orm? She was protecting him (or trying to, anyway), not insulting him, because even though she did believe it at the time, she wouldn’t have said it to his face otherwise. Then when Orm called her his betrothed in front of Arthur? The way their faces fell. She didn’t want to marry Orm, and he already liked her enough to be hurt by the revelation.

(I mean look at this. Does that look like a woman who’s happy about her engagement, or a man who doesn’t care that she’s engaged to his brother?)

And then when he was fighting Orm. The way she rushed off to save him. (I don’t have a pic at the moment but that wasn’t the face of someone who didn’t care.) That wasn’t the action of someone who didn’t care. The safehouse was one thing – a few soldiers she could’ve killed to keep them silent. But she saved Arthur from Orm in front of the entire kingdom (or at least a big chunk of it). There’s no coming back from that, as she told him on the plane. Mera gave up her home to save Arthur.

Cut to the plane, where he’s genuinely listening to her and not at all taking lightly what she gave up for him, right before jumping out of a moving plane without a parachute to follow her through the frickin’ Sahara Desert (not a good place for Atlanteans!) even though he was convinced she was lost. And even though she could’ve, she never said “I told you so” after he fell into the ruins.

And when they held hands? It was instinctive. He just grabbed her to protect her, and he didn’t even notice until he saw her looking. They’d known each other, what, a day? And they were already that comfortable and familiar with each other’s presence. It was also here, when she said “You do your best thinking when you’re not thinking at all” and he said “Something something trident,” that her attitude towards him made the final shift from annoyed to affectionately amused.

Sicily. SICILY. THE WAY HE LOOKED AT HER!!! She was adorable and excited and he loved it. Not because she was seeing the good in his world, but because she was happy. AND! THE! FLOWER! It’s not just anyone that you eat a flower for, solely because you don’t want them to feel awkward and ruin their happiness. It was also here that she started to truly understand him – why he loved the surface world so much, how smart and brave he really is beneath the devil-may-care act.

(I mean look at this!! Look at them!! They’re not even making eye contact!! This is just how they watch the other when they’re not looking!!!)

She was genuinely impressed by his knowledge of the statues, and you cannot tell me they wouldn’t have kissed (or at least almost kissed) after “Not bad for an imbecile, huh?” “Not bad at all” if Manta hadn’t so rudely interrupted them.

(Tell me they’re not in love. Tell me they’re not ready to kiss each other. I DARE YOU.)

The way Arthur shoved her behind the column! Thinking of her safety before giving a single solitary thought to his! And the way she screamed his name when Manta blasted him away! She would’ve destroyed Manta right then and there if she’d had the chance, because at this point, Arthur is her imbecile. Which shows in the way she cradles him and begs him to wake up. Right after he used what might’ve been his last breaths to warn her. In agony and on the verge of passing out from being stabbed, slashed, burned, thrown off an exploding building, body slamming a massive bell, and more, Arthur’s only thought was Mera’s safety.

(She also put his hair into a bun when she was patching him up and I just love that so much for some reason.)

And the sunset conversation on the boat! She was encouraging him so hard, telling him that all of her doubts were gone, and she knew he would be the one to save her home and the world. And he trusted her. Maybe he didn’t believe her yet, but he trusted her confidence in him enough to face the same creatures that he thought killed his mother, an action akin to her giving up her home for him.

Don’t even get me started on the way they held hands before jumping off the boat, or before facing the vortex. They were already at the point where just holding the other, knowing they were beside them, gave them enough courage to face the army of monsters that had murdered Arthur’s mother and countless other Atlanteans before and after her. And when he jumped out of the water screaming her name!!! Again, Arthur’s only concern was Mera’s safety.

And she was so proud when he came out of the waterfall with Atlan’s trident! Proud, and relieved because she doesn’t want to lose him. And her confidence in him, the way she had come to fully embrace the human half everyone else detested – “Last time, he was in his element. This time, make him fight in yours.” The last Atlantean who told him to embrace his human half was his mother. So hearing Mera say that, and knowing she truly believes it? Would’ve meant the world to Arthur.

And the kiss!!! The battle kiss to end all battle kisses!!! The cinematography alone on that kiss holy crap. The way she grabbed him and kissed him, and he was surprised at first, but then his arms slowly rose to hold her waist- asdjkehfireufhur THE KISS. And how happy he was after, joking around when he’d been terrified the moment before, and she was joking around too, and was basically like “Don’t you dare die.” And again, during his rematch against Orm, Vulko had to hold her back from rushing to help him, because her first instinct is to protect him.

(I don’t have a pic of Arthur after the kiss, nor the room to put him in before it - curse the 10-pic limit - bUT LOOK AT HER! LOOK AT THE CHANGE IN HER ALONE! I’M!!!)

But lemme tell ya, as perfect as that battle kiss was, that’s not my favorite kiss. No, it’s the forehead kiss. Where Arthur’s just so happy she’s there that he can’t resist giving her a little peck on the top of the head, grinning like a lovestruck idiot the whole time, and the way she was glowing with happiness both when and after he did it. It doesn’t get any purer than that folks.

(I know the quality sucks but look at this! Look at them! They’re in love!)

And it was all natural. There was no single jarring moment of “Oh, that’s when they fell in love.” She leapt into the ruins annoyed at his idiocy, but in every quip she made inside, you could hear the gradual shift to affectionate amusement. Every time their gazes linger on each other, it’s a little softer, a little more full of love, until that final kiss. There’s no grand quote like Starmora’s unspoken thing or Scarlet Vision’s “I just feel you.” They never even say the words “I love you.” Because they don’t need to. You can see and hear in their actions how much they love each other. It’s all subtext except in the moments where they’re actively thinking of it, but it’s still there, their love story is still there in every single scene. And frankly, no romance novel or movie could ever hope to top it.

[all-things-skam]

I'd love to read 15, 20 & 39 for Elu ❤ I love your ideas and way of writing so much, I think you're very talented 😊

Please continue to sent requests from this list of prompt!

15. “I’m not fine. I know I said I was fine but I’m not.”

20. “It’s okay to cry sometimes.”

39. “I don’t love you less.”

Title: Light of my life

Ship: Skam France | Lucas Lallemant and Eliot Demaury (Elu)

“Cheater! You fucking cheated!” Yann yelled, throwing a cushion at Basile, hitting him square in the face.

“Oof,” Basile moaned as the boys laughed.

Yann handed his controler to Lucas so he could play against Basile. Lucas took it and, while he wasn’t the greatest at Fifa, he could beat Basile. Like Yann said, he was a fucking cheater but, lucky for Lucas, he knew all his tricks.

Tonight’s party had turned into a game night and the boys weren’t too mad about it. They could still drink beer and smoke, Yann’s parents being away for the weekend and, they even had pizza - unlike at parties.

That won’t stop them from hitting McDonalds around 1am for their Friday munchies. It was a tradition.

Girls were the only thing missing - and Eliott.

Since they had gotten together, Lucas was rarely seen without his other half.

Eliott hadn’t showed up at school since Monday and, while it worried Lucas, he didn’t want to be the annoying boyfriend who bombarded their lover with tons of texts and calls until they answered. On Monday, Eliott had told him he was fine via text but wouldn’t be coming to school for the rest of the week, leaving Lucas skeptical.

Lucas was about to score a goal when Eliott broke his silence and messaged him. Once. Twice. And a third.

[21:00] Eliott: Lucas?

[21:00] Eliott: Can you come over?

[21:01] Eliott: Please. I need you.

It was all Lucas needed to abandon his controlled and stand from the couch.

“Where are you going, man? You were about to beat Basile!” Yann exclaimed, looking over where Lucas was gathering his things. He wasn’t sleeping over anymore.

“I really can’t stay,” he said.

Arthur gave him a soft look. “Is it Eliott?”

Lucas nodded and the boys let him go. His man needed him more than them.

.

When Lucas arrived at Eliott’s place, he let himself in using the spare key Eliott had given him in case he needed him. The appartement was dark, no lights on.

“Eliott?” he called into the quiet appartement, closing the door behind him.

Lucas toed off his shoes, dropped his bag and jacket, leaving them in a pile at the door before heading down the hall, to Eliott’s bedroom, which match the rest of the apartement.

“Eliott?” Lucas said softly into the darkness.

He didn’t get a full reply, only a small whimper coming from where he knew the bed was. Lucas reached for the lamp, illuminating the room with a soft, golden glow, revealing Eliott’s sad face, tears running slowly down his face.

Eliott extended his hand in his direction and Lucas sat down, back against the headboard and Eliott slowly scooted over, wrapping his arms around his middle, fingers clutching onto his grey hoodie, seeking  to be held, wanting to feel close and protected by Lucas.

“I’m not fine. I know I said I was fine but I’m not. I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want you to see me like this…all sad and depressed,” he said, his head resting on Lucas’s stomach as fingers carded through his hair. “I know it makes you sad-”

“I’m not sad,” Lucas corrected, a crease between his eyebrows. “I’m…I just wish you would’ve called me instead of hiding from me. I love spending time with you…even if we’re just laying in bed, doing nothing.” Lucas leaned down to kiss his temple.

“I don’t know why I’m so sad, I don’t know why i’m crying, I don’t-”

Lucas rubbed his back. “Shh, it’s okay to cry sometimes.”

Eliott pulled away almost feeling ashamed of his own feelings. As much as he needed Lucas right now, he felt like he was dragging him down. “Everyone else, they go to parties, to the movies…just out. And, here we are curled up in a bed.” He shook his head. “It’s not fair to you to be stuck here with me. These are my feelings and I should handle them myself.”

Eliott pulled his knees to his chest, a few inches separating him from his boyfriend. Despite his tall frame, Eliott looked so small, dressed in his favorite hoodie and, what appeared to be Lucas’s The Clash shirt underneath. That’s where this one went!

Lucas sat on his knees, right in front of Eliott. “Hey. Listen to me.” He used his sleeve to wipe his tears and Eliott blinked some more down. “No one is forcing me to be here; I want to be with you. Eliott, before you, I was living a lie. I didn’t know who I was, I didn’t know what I wanted from my life. But, with you, it’s almost like everything fell into place. You taught me to be brave and to speak my mind, to not let anyone tell me who I should be. So why would you not listen to your own advice? You are beautiful, talented and kind, those are the things that made me fall in love with you. You have no reason to be guilty. What you are feeling is not wrong, it’s okay to not feel well once in a while. It’s okay to be sad. It’s okay to cry.”

Eliott’s eyes were shining with tears, his heart swelling with emotions because god, this boy was everything to him.  

“I don’t love you less when there’s tears in your beautiful eyes. If anything, it makes me love you more because, despite all the battles that goes on in your head, you don’t give up on life. You’re so fucking strong, baby. Never let anyone tell you otherwise. You’re the light in my life…even when you’re far, far in the dark so, trust me when I say this: there’s no one I’d rather spend my nights with.”

When Lucas was finished, Eliott was an emotional mess and Lucas immediately pulled him in a hug. Eliott’s hold was so tight Lucas had trouble breathing but, he didn’t care. If Eliott needed to hold him this tight for a minute, he’ll let him.

Eliott loosened his hold, pressing his face in the crook of Lucas’s neck. “I just don’t understand how you can handle all of this. I mean I can barely handle any of it myself so I don’t expect you to take care of me.”

“Love is about taking care of the ones you love,” Lucas replied, kissing the side of his face, and Eliott’s heart had never felt fuller. What did he do to deserve this boy?

[klbwriting]

Center of Two Worlds

Chapter 2: So This Is Atlantis?

Fandom: DCEU

Pairing: Orm x female!Reader

Warnings: none, Orm’s still a little shit

Summary: Orm takes the reader out to see Atlantis and sparks fly but not in the good way

Tag: @bookdragoneve @downsideright @scuzmunkie @fangsweetpea @dulcerdzx

        Orm had spent the previous day just roaming like he normally did, swimming around and finding people who were still friendly to him to converse with.  He even spent some time helping his mother plan the gala but his mind nagged at him about the halfbreed he had in his room.  He didn’t know why he couldn’t stop thinking about her and by morning it was making him angry.  Why did she flood his thoughts?  She was just there, an annoyance, a beautiful, sarcastic, funny, aggravating half breed.  No, she’s Atlantian, his mind said as he exited his room and watched her swimming around the large living area freely, smiling wide.  He frowned, trying to pretend she wasn’t winning him over with that smile.

              “Do you want to see the city or not?” he said, trying to sound annoyed but failing.  She stopped swimming and moved in front of him, still smiling.  For a second he held his frown before finally smiling a little back at her.

              “Yes, that sounds great Orm, thank you,” she said.  He couldn’t lie, the sound of his name from her lips was nice.  He motioned for her to follow him and the left the rooms and went out into the sea.

              Outside she looked even happier, eyes going this way and that as they went to his vessel.  He sat in the driver’s seat and she joined him.  They took off and headed towards the city center.  She asked him question after question, gazing out at Atlantis and as he answered them and watched her he saw the love he had for the place growing in her.  After a few hours he decided to take her to a place he loved, where he used to go as a child.  They went down to the old city, near the wall of the city where it was quiet and where not even the sea life was seen.  He got out of his vehicle and went into an air pocket inside of one of the old buildings.  She followed him and looked around.  He was surprised to see how she looked when they weren’t in water, the large gown sticking to her at strange angles, not in a way that aroused him but in a way that reminded him that she needed more appropriate clothes for Atlantis and that this outfit must be heavy and hard for her to swim in for long amounts of time.  He then noticed that she was looking him over slowly, starting at his body and then landing on his hair that he knew was probably messy from being out in the water without fixing it properly.  She smiled and walked over to him.  Without warning she reached up and ruffled his hair.  

              “What are you doing?” he asked and she snatched her hand back, realizing that she hadn’t asked.

              “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have touched you without permission,” she said.  He just looked at her strangely.   “I liked your hair…it looks good out of the water.”  He glanced up as if he would be able to see it and she laughed.  “Trust me, on land with hair like that you would have a gaggle of people lining up for a chance with you.”  He frowned.

              “Why would I want a bunch of surface dwellers interested in my hair?” he snapped.  Y/N sighed.

              “Look, I know that down here it seems like the surface world is nothing but chaos and death and pollution and a lot of a it is, but there some amazing places, amazing people up there that would work with you to fix the mess we’ve made,” she said.  “The fact that you won’t even try just shows how prejudice and fearful you are of things you don’t understand.”  They glared at each other before he relented.

              “Fine, I challenge you to find someplace that would even compare to this wonder that is Atlantis and maybe then we can talk,” he said, folding his arms.  She nodded, then pushed his arms back down to his sides. He looked at her confused and surprised.

              “You look too attractive when you fold those arms I can’t be mad at you when I’m thinking about kissing you again,” she said, folding her own arms.  Orm looked at her, shocked by her candor, his arms staying down by his sides.

              “Let’s get back,” he said finally.   “Get you some real Atlantian clothes, you look like a puffer fish in that.”  Y/N glared at him but followed him back to his vessel.  The mood on the way back to the palace was the complete opposite from when they left.  Before it was fun and light, they spoke and bonded, but now it was cold and silent, making him wonder if it could go back to be fun again.  He also thought about what she said, leaving her with Mera and Atlanna to find proper clothes while he went to his suite.  Was he really afraid of the surface world?  He had never thought about it before.  What did he know of that world?  Nothing really.  He knew of the distruction they caused to each other and the sea but that was all.  Was there more to it?  The surface world had produced Arthur, who by all accounts was decent if not juvenile and tactless and it had produced Y/N who had been giving him both a hard time and a feeling he had never really felt before in his soul, a feeling of compassion and care that he couldn’t place.  He heard his door open and looked up.

              “Hey little bro, saw that your new roomie was with the ladies and wondered what you were doing,” Arthur said, coming in and sitting down, making himself at home like usual.   Orm rolled his eyes.

              “She has no clothes and I didn’t think it would be decent of me to have her wear nothing but a sack for her stay here,” he retorted, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees.  Arthur smirked.

              “You got it bad for her don’t you?” he said, chuckling.  Orm threw him another glare.

              “I have no idea what you’re talking about brother,” he grumbled.  Arthur nodded.

              “O ya, you have it real bad, love at first sight?” Arthur said.  Orm stood up and stalked to the window, not wanting to admit that maybe he was a little bit right.  He definitely was feeling something strong for her but love was a stretch.  Maybe.  “Its ok man, she’s pretty and from what I see she’s the kick in the ass that you need to stop being such an ass.”

              “Are you quite done?” Orm grumbled, not looking at the king, afraid that his eyes would betray the fact that Arthur was right.  Arthur just stood and walked over, clapping him on the shoulder.

              “At least let her help you understand the surface world more.  You’re my brother and when you weren’t so focused on destruction you were actually a good king.  I need your help to rule but I can’t have you trying to attack cities Godzilla style every ten minutes,” Arthuer said.  Orm looked at him confused about the Godzilla comment but understanding the rest.  If that was what it took to get out of the chains he was in, to really help his people again, so be it.

              “Fine,” he said.  “I will listen to her and try to understand, but I make no promises that I won’t attack…Gozalla style.”

              “Godzilla dude, Godzilla, ask her to show you some movies,” Arthur said before he left Orm alone in his room.

              Not even an hour later and in came Y/N, hair pulled up into a ponytail and dressed in a fitting blue suit that shone with metallic hues.  Orm looked at her, taking in her shape for the first time really.  She was bigger than most Atlantian women, who stayed thin because of their diet and need to always exert themselves swimming, keeping them lean.  Orm found her form pleasing to his eye and once again was reminded that she really was beautiful.

              “Well?  This better?” she asked, still annoyed with him from earlier.  She had ranted to Mera and Atlanna about him and how superior he felt he was and unwilling to listen.   Mera had agreed right away, saying he was exhausting and stubborn as all hell, but Atlanna had once again expressed that he really was good and kind and that his father had tried to beat it out of him with combat lessons and lies about the surface world.  She had said that the boy she knew was still there, she could see it in his eyes from time to time and it gave her hope.  

              “You…you look very nice,” Orm said, giving himself a moment to think about his words before he said too much.  If she was angry with him he didn’t want her to realize the effect she was having.  “I like the color.”  She blushed a little, she had chosen the color and didn’t realize until Atlanna had mentioned it, but it matched Orm’s eyes, right down to light blue reflecting off the light and dazzling her.

              “I’m going to bed, our little voyage today made me tired,” she said suddenly, going into the room quickly so he couldn’t stop her.  Orm frowned deeply.  She must be angrier than he thought.  Well fine them, she could be angry about him hating those that threaten his kingdom and he would angry at her for being one of them.  He turned and swam into his room also, resolving to avoid her all day tomorrow.

[she-is-tim]

Neighbours AU Part 7 Noises

Lucas is a young, exhausted musician who just tries to relax, while Eliott is the overexcited, dubstep loving artist who lives next door.

Aka Lucas confronts his annoying neighbour who turns out to be gorgeous

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6

Friday 16:46

Eliott and Lucas were together for more than a week now, enjoying their domestic love life. They watched movies together, drank beer, listened to music, watched each other work and all sorts of stuff. They agreed on that Eliott is not allowed to cook anything in the kitchen, so he mostly washed the dishes, which was fun, because Lucas always helped, which meant that they ended up with wet shirts, laughing at each other. 

Everything seemed to be perfect, Eliott have never been happier before, he felt safe, he felt like he was normal as every other person, having a partner who cares about him. This feeling lead him to the conclusion that he doesn’t need his meds anymore, and he felt okay without them too so far. 

They were so busy with work and each other in the last week, that they didn’t really had time to meet Lucas’ friends or even Lucille. Eliott really wanted her to meet Lucas, because she was his best friend, but he was afraid that she would tell Lucas about his anxiety and depression, which would be ruining everything. So he agreed on meeting the boys first, they will have time to hang out with Lucille and she must be busy with college anyways. 

Friday morning was perfect, waking up in each other’s arms, spending hours in bed just kissing, cuddling and whispering nice things to each other. Then they had breakfast, Lucas was practicing on the piano, while Eliott worked on his projects. He barely went home to his own apartment, so he had his laptop and art supplies on Lucas’ coffee table. He loved to sit on the couch, listening to the nice piano melody as he worked, it was calming, helped him relax and focus on his work. 

After lunch they decided to watch a movie, Eliott picked Love, Simon and oh, boy! They were both wiping off tears at the end. The whole thing was beautiful, moving, interesting and just so real. Eliott leaned his head on Lucas’ lap, burying his face into his boyfriend’s stomach, still sobbing. Lucas smiled softly, stroking his hair gently. Eliott seemed to be more emotional about it than him and that was just so cute. 

“Are you okay?” he asked softly after long minutes of silence. Eliott slowly turned his head, looking at Lucas, eyes red, shining because of the tears. Lucas put his hand on his cheek, wiping his tears away with his thumb. “You need anything?”

“I’m fine.” he mumbled and smiled a little, kissing Lucas’ palm and placing his hand on his, gently. “I can’t believe I was lucky enough to find you.” 

Lucas’ heart was pounding in his chest, threatening to burst out. Eliott always said sweet and romantic stuff, but he just couldn’t get used to it. He was the lucky one in this situation. Eliott was a funny, beautiful, talented person, while Lucas was just an unknown musician, who also worked at a coffee shop. The perfect definition of boring. He would have never thought someone like Eliott would want to be part of his life. It was too good to be true.

“We are both lucky to have each other.” he said softly, planting a kiss on his boyfriend’s nose. “We have a few more hours before meeting the boys, what should we do?” 

“I’m not sure.” Eliott mumbled, drawing circles with his finger on Lucas’ arm. “I kinda want to just nap like this.” 

Lucas chuckled, stroking his cheek gently. His boyfriend was just the softest and he enjoyed moments like this. They didn’t needed to have passionate kissing in the kitchen or wild sex in the bedroom all the time, soft moments like these meant the world to him, because it just made him happy. Growing up with a selfish father and a mentally ill mother was tough. He never had the chance to feel totally comfortable in his skin, being fully himself, feeling loved and accepted by someone so unique as Eliott. This was just beyond his dreams.

“Yeah, okay. I’ll watch something on the TV and you can sleep.” he said smiling, looking for the remote. Eliott smiled happily, moving his body into a comfortable position, leaning his head close to Lucas’ torso, so he can smell him while sleeping. 

Friday 18:08

Eliott had a long nap, it was Lucas who gently shook his shoulders, waking him up, they had 20 minutes to get ready and meet the boys. It wasn’t easy, since Lucas also fell asleep a little as he watched the TV, storking Eliott’s hair. They washed their face, Lucas fixed his hair, changed from their indoor clothings to something more suitable for going out. 

They left Lucas’ apartment and walked to the bus station. Eliott felt nervous and kept holding his boyfriend’s hand. He had no idea where they will be going, Lucas just said, the boys wanna go out tonight and asked him if he wants to join, so he decided to bring Eliott with him. Of course he agreed, since he really wanted Lucas’ friends to like him, it was essential for a working relationship. 

When they arrived, the heavy feeling in Eliott’s stomach didn’t go away. The boys were waiting in front of a pub, it wasn’t full of people, but it was really early friday night. Basile, Arthur and Yann seemed excited, so did Lucas, that’s why Eliott didn’t say anything, just pretended he was fine, squeezing Lucas’ hand as they stopped in front of the guys.

“So... you guys, this is Eliott. And he is my boyfriend.” Lucas said proudly, with a big smirk on his face. Eliott couldn’t help but smile too, kissing his boyfriend’s cheek, wrapping his arm around his waist, gently pulling him closer. 

“Hey guys.” he mumbled with a shy smile. The boys made loud noises, clapped and jumped in happiness, then each of them introduced themselves to Eliott. Basile even hugged him, which felt just a tiny bit uncomfortable, but he would never push away a friend of Lucas.

“It’s really nice to meet you, dude. Our little Lulu needed a boyfriend so badly.” Yann said with a wide smirk, which made Lucas roll his eyes. Eliott chuckled. 

“I think we both needed each other.” he said, pulling Lucas closer, kissing his neck softly, leaning his head on his shoulder after. Lucas smiled, stroking his boyfriend’s face, stealing a kiss on the lips before turning back to his friends. 

“Let’s go inside now. We have the whole night to spend together.” he said, which made the boys excited again.

They walked inside, everyone seemed to be happy, Lucas talked to his friends, laughing, teasing each other. They always tried to make Eliott talk, who had a really hard time hiding his insecurity. The pub was almost full and people kept coming, the music wasn’t too loud, but it was pounding in the air. They stood at the bar, talking and drinking. People were coming and going around them, Eliott tried to ignore the world around himself, focusing only on Lucas, so he won’t freak out. He couldn’t ruin this perfect moment and ashame himself and Lucas in front of his friends and a pub full of people.

First his method helped, he only asked for a diet coke, making sure he’s not putting alcohol in his body. It just made things worse. He was always close to Lucas, burying his face in his neck, kissing his skin, but he didn’t wanted to be too clingy, though it seemed not to bother Lucas’ friends. 

They were like this for a couple hours, but all that beer was working in Lucas’ body, and he had to use the bathroom. Eliott didn’t wanted to seem weird and ask if he can go with him, since he barely drink two bottles of coke, so he just kissed his sweet boyfriend as he left with Yann. He stayed there with Arthur and Basile who seemed to have a really deep conversation about lesbians. Not like Eliott was listening to anything they said, he was holding into his bottle like it was a piece of earth in the middle of the wild ocean. His head felt dizzy, he couldn’t keep out all the noises around him. People talking, gulping drinks, glasses tinkling, the sounds of all those feet on the floor. It started to drive him crazy.

Seconds seemed to be long hours, his veins popped out on his hand as he was holding into the bottle even harder, closing his eyes. His heart was beating fast, he couldn’t breathe properly. No, not here. I can’t have it here. Please, I don’t wanna lose him! 

Lucas finally came back, laughing with his best friend about something. Basile and Arthur were still too busy arguing, so they didn’t notice that something is wrong, but as soon as Lucas saw his boyfriend, shaking, sweating and breathing heavily, he walked to him, putting his hand on Eliott’s back, leaning close to him.

“Are you okay? What happened?” his voice was so soft, filled with worry and still fondness. Eliott wanted to cry, he will lose all this, but he couldn’t stay here longer. 

He pushed Lucas away, not too harshly, but enough to make him back off. He ran towards the bathroom, closing himself in a stall. He was breathing unevenly, sitting on the floor by the toilet bowl, hugging his knees, rocking his body slowly. Tears were running down on his face, he tried to find his phone in his pockets, but couldn’t. It must have fell out as he ran here. He had to call Lucille, she was the only one who could handle the situation. He sobbed, shaking even more, terrified of all the feelings that were running through his body. He wanted to just go underwater, let his body float and get rid of the pain. 

He felt like hours, but only a few minutes passed by when he heard footsteps and a familiar voice calling his name. He couldn’t speak, because he was crying, not breathing properly. He was a mess and his brain couldn’t understand the words Lucas was saying. He heard a name, maybe his, maybe not. Something about calling and cellphone. Parents. He put his hands on his ears, covering them, closing out the noises. He wanted to scream, but he was shaking, close to passing out. 

Lucas didn’t understand anything, he was freaking out, banging on the stall door, calling for Eliott. He could hear the sobbing and that he was breathing fast. As he ran after his boyfriend, he found Eliott’s phone, the screen protector had a big scratch in the middle because it fell on the hard floor, but it seemed to have no functional problem. Since he had no idea and Eliott wasn’t answering whe he asked who he should be contacting, he unlocked the phone - it was his boyfriend’s, of course he knew the code - and looked for Lucille’s number. He felt like he should call Eliott’s friend rather than his parents, since he never really talked about them when they were together. Maybe they weren’t in a good relationship. 

“Eliott?” he heard Lucille’s voice from the other side of the line, he took a deep breath, trying to hold back his tears. 

“Hello? Lu-Lucille? I’m Lucas. Something happened... Eliott is not well, he’s in the bathroom at a pub, he closed the door and not answering. I am scared, what should I do?” he said it with just one breath, but hoped Lucille understood. It seemed like she did, because all she asked was the name of the pub and then hung up. She sounded upset, but so was Lucas. He was walking around in the bathroom, people came in, walked out, not really caring about them, Yann, Arthur and Basile was outside, they understood that the situation was serious and didn’t wanted to cause more trouble. 

Twenty minutes later a really upset Lucille stormed into the men’s bathroom, not caring for the angry looks and the complaining boys, she took care of them with a deadly stare and they shut their mouth. She stopped when he was next to Lucas, who were sobbing, arms crossed. He seemed to feel a bit more hopeful when the girl arrived, but she was too angry to be nice right now. 

“I told him you will just hurt him!” she yelled angrily, not even saying hi. “I told him, but he did not listen. He was so fucking obsessed.” she spit the words with pure hate. 

“I don’t understand shit!” Lucas mumbled, voice trembling, trying not to think about what Lucille said. Obsessed. 

“He is not well! He is ill, Lucas!” she yelled and then knelt down in front of the stall where Eliott was hiding, she slid something in under the door and started to whisper. She was saying quotes of Eliott’s favorite movies, books. That seemed to help him snap back to reality. She looked at Lucas, making him feel like he’s not welcome in this situation. It broke his heart, but he couldn’t help Eliott, he would be just a burden, so he walked out, back to his friends. He told them that he wants to go home. Yann insisted to go with him and Lucas just nodded.

On his way home all he could think was the heartbreaking sound of Eliott’s sobbing echoing in the bathroom, his wheezing. It was haunting his thoughts and tears were running down on his face. He wished he could do something, but Eliott didn’t even trust him enough to tell him about his illness. He felt awful.