#coffe table book

[renatagorreri]

Reuse nell'interior design

L’arte del riutilizzo dei rifiuti e dell’upcycling sta guadagnando sempre più attenzione sia nel mondo del design che della profumeria. In un’epoca in cui la sostenibilità è una priorità, queste pratiche offrono soluzioni creative e rispettose dell’ambiente per dare nuova vita a materiali altrimenti destinati a essere gettati via.   Nel design, il riutilizzo dei rifiuti consente di trasformare…

[toyastales]

Great Setup

[spoookyb0t]

looking up canceled toys on the internet ………

[a-secretkey]

sashashviderska

[johnbottoms]

there's smth so scary abt a completely white beige minimalist house . if u don't have at least some semblance of life hanging on the walls like. huh

[sirxlla]

Whispering dirty Christmas lines in the Batboys ears 🎄

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Dick: "Are you a candy cane? Because I’d like to lick you up and down." You said to him through comms.

"Y/N, you know everyone can hear you on comms." Dick stiffled a laugh.

"Oh, shit! Are you serious?" Embarressment and worry filling your voice.

"Nah, I'm just messing with ya. I switched our comms to private." Dick said with major confidence.

"Yeah, you must've not done it right Dumbass cause we can hear you loud and clear." Jason teases as he states through comms. Making your heart fall into your stomach.

Dick, in his embarressment stays silent the rest of patrol, you do as well. He thinks back to the comment in his heart swells proud of you for being confident enough to try to flirt with him considering usually you are fairly quiet and turned into a stuttering mess whenever he would flirt with you.

Jason: He was sitting on the couch reading a book just chilling. Something sweet about Jason is how the both of you needed space from each other on occasion but always came back to bother each other to tell each other about something that the other thought was interesting or random other things. You snuck up behind him even though he a thousand percent knew you were there before you got even close enough to whisper in his ear.

"Is your name Father Christmas? Because you look like a daddy to me." Giggling a bit as you spoke, your lips brushing against his earlobe.

"Babygirl, I'll be whoever you want as long as it makes you happy." He said with a charming smile; Something so lovely about Jason was how he could say just about anything and make it sound like smooth talking. He pulled you over the couch after setting down his book on the coffe table, sliding you into his lap facing him.

Bruce: You were in the cave filling in for Barbara as Oracle because she was feeling extremely sick this evening and Bruce wanted to give you a spin. Of course you have been flirting with him all evening.

"I need help spelling Elf. I have an E and an L. Can you give me an F?" You spouted the random Christmas pickup lines you read online cause this is exactly what Bruce intended the Batcomputer to be used for.

"I'm sorry, what?" He stopped in the middle of what he was doing on patrol.

"Seriously you just now noticed? I've been flirting with you all evening." There was a humor to your voice as you asked him in disbelief.

"Are you serious?" He asked with complete confusion and disbelief.

"Yes, I'm serious." An infectious laughs escaping your lips.

"Well at least youre having fun, Darling." He stated with a smile begging to reach his lips.

Tim: Everyone was sitting down for dinner as you passed him you whispered in his ear.

"Are you the Polar Express? Because I’d like to ride you." That's all it took for him to choke on his drink his face turning bright red. Of course you just returned your seat and acted like nothing had happened.

"What'd she say?" Dick teased Tim, noticing his younger brothers bright red face.

"I don't know but he is sure definitely gonna give Rudolph a run for his money." Jason teased as well.

"My face is not red, I don't know what you guys are talking about." Tim suttered as he lied through his teeth glancing at you. Obviously you had no choice but to look at him but you famed and innocent smile like you didn't just say that until his ear.

Damian: Considering how grumpy of a man he is you kind of knew what to expect when what you flirted with him in any sort of cringey cliche sort of way but that didn't stop you from trying and the joy you felt from his reaction so you walked into the training room.

"Do you believe in kissing someone under the mistletoe? Because mistletoe is what I named my sheets." You asked Damian with a shit eating grin.

"That's the best you could come up with?" He says with a bit of an annoyed tone as he approches you. There's a glint in your eye as you try to run off before you tackles you, a smile graces his thin lips, his smile sharp and cheeky.

"Oh no, I didn't say you could leave." he says in a rather happy tone, a tone he didn't let a lot of people see. He was very mushy on occasion and he could be extremely sweet.

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[iceunhie]

— phaethetically in love !

premise. belle thinks her brother is the most oblivious person in sixth street. the reason? one: because his (super obvious) crush on you is practically the worst kept secret in new eridu, and two: because he can't even see that said crush is reciprocated! good thing he has one (1) amazing, wonderful, nosy sister to help him out, yeah?

or, belle thinks the two of you are a prime example of an s tier romance movie; and she really wants to skip to the final arc already.

pairing. wise x gn!reader.

warnings: kinda ooc wise (i just started the game), wise is a loser (lovingly), belle is an instigator (proudly), comedy, facepalm moments.

a/n: for @vxnuslogy and @milksnake-tea bc yes wise kissers yes

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“you're in love with [name], aren't you?”

like all siblings in the world—or what's left of it, belle schemes.

(against wise, of course. obviously.)

her brother bursts into a mess immediately, nearly spilling his cup ramen all over his new shirt, chopsticks sticking out. laughing nervously. general chop would not be proud. “who told you that? i mean— haha, who said that, belle?”

his sister rolls her eyes. “me, myself. i.” she emphasizes, leaning her elbows against the table and putting her palms together; the grin she wears right now is so serene, but not in the angelic, nice way. belle smiles and wise finally thinks, oh. my sister may need to book herself to the closest self-help guru in new eridu.

“i have reason to believe that you, my dearest brother, are in love with [name].”

her voice goes up an octave at the last bit, leading wise to stuff her mouth with potato chips. already, heads have turned. “mff.”

“keep your voice down! and stop broadcasting it to everyone here-”

“what, i am right, aren't i? they clearly like you back, so why haven't you confessed yet?”

“keep. your. voice. down.” wise says, and belle's shit eating grin only widens as she sees her brother's ears tinged with pink. “and... how did you even know that?” he asks, mortified.

“well, one: because it's obvious—like, have you seen how obvious you are?” belle huffs, taking a bite of the potato chip with force (personal grudges are involved). “and two, because they like you back, dummy!”

because when belle sees the two of you together, it's like wise focuses on no one else. you are the center of his world—and he is just being pulled to bask in your light. his eyes soften like they melt only for you, and wise looks like all he is is, all he wants to be, is to belong with you.

(and, wise likes to stare at you for ungodly amounts of time. belle even caught him staring when you were petting a cat by the street and decided to name the stray ‘wise’; courtesy of him, apparently. the cat literally just had grey fur.

“wise.”

“hm?”

“you're practically spawning heart eyes now.”)

it's sickening. (in a oh my god my brother is in love kind of way, mind you.)

“so!” belle says, a devilish sparkle in her eyes. “allow your dearest sister to help you out, 'kay?”

wise nearly coughs up blood.

“what?!”

so at present, belle compiles her (hastily written) list of romantic moments you and wise have shared. she's not surprised—the number can be counted on one hand. diabolical, disappointing, world-ending! she resists the urge to cough up blood.

first, a coff cafe date with tin man's help: a fail. tin man's wingman capabilities were very superb, but she never heard the end of it when wise was lecturing her about how tin man kept sending over heart shaped desserts and little fortune cookies. the fortune cookies in question which said ‘you can do it!’ and a latte with art of caricature tin man making a heart. (you were very confused). belle thought it was motivating. wise thought it was mortifying.

next, even instilling help from fairy to calculate statistics about what event would you two be likely to be together. fairy said, and belle quotes: “probably never. that kind of pining's for the long run, with the other master's current experience. give it a year or six, master.”

so, she's currently face-palming.

did her brother really have zero game? why were the two of you just dancing around each other?! she's tried everything—from letting you two spend more time with each other in commissions, her inviting you over more to leave you to chat with her brother, and even the entirety of sixth street has lent their aid! how were you two not dating yet?!

“didn't they go on an arcade date at random play yesterday?” belle mutters. “that should've increased your progress by a long mile, bro! even general chop said you two were really, really close in the noodle shop....”

just what was she going to do now? at this rate, her brother would be relationshipless in no time! in fairy's words again, it would be phaethetic. and that would be a phaethal blow on her pride.

“...master, i said no such thing.”

“well, now you did.”

“The Ethereal Reckoning,” there's a pep in your step, the boxes full of movie DVDs in your arms as you walk back to the movie store. it was heavy, but at least you got to walk with the grey-haired proxy beside you. “That movie was great! Thanks for recommending it to me.”

Sporting a dopey, lovesick grin in response, wise nods at that, content to listen to your voice. it was actually belle's idea to let you lend movies you like over so the two of you could talk about it back and forth. wise would need to (begrudgingly) treat her to a bowl of ramen later on.... she saved him—he probably wouldn't even be talking to you for this long at this point, let alone hang out with you without her. for someone so nosy, he guesses his sister was a pretty good wingwoman.

“the main character was pretty similar to billy, you know?” you ramble on as wise listens. “i mean, because they were an android too, and...”

he finds that he's content to listen to anything you say, really. (right now he doesn't really know what you're saying, something about a horror ethereal movie, but you could just tell him anything and he would listen).

“i feel like the heroine's death was unnecessary, though.” you sigh, “too much tension just for it to end like that? how anticlimactic.”

your voice was so nice, so warm and easy to listen to, and wise can't even say anything to retort, simply staring with a growing (lovesick) smile on his face. talking to people was hard work, and talking to you? it might just make him combust.

“...ise? wise?”

“ah, huh?” he snaps out of his trance, only to find you mere inches away from his face, the only thing keeping you apart the boxes full of movies he's carrying. “...!”

“are you listening?” you furrow, and someone really might be out to get him right now because in that moment, wise flinches from the proximity, bumping into you.

then, because the universe thinks his life couldn't get more dramatic than it already was—you stagger, about to fall forward.

he moves before he thinks. “watch out!”

and wise.... practically astral-projects to another plane when he feels you fall into his arms, his hands on your waist. he can feel the warmth of your skin on his, the flustered look on your face. (he feels like he's going to die).

the two of you lock eyes for a moment, and wise feels like he's about to so something very stupid and his hands are still on your waist—

“....”

“.....”

someone save him.

“ah...”

“sorry!” you recover first, hurriedly letting yourself pull away from him (much to his disappointment). “i wasn't looking, and i- are you okay, wise?”

“no, no, it's fine.... i-i'm fine....” he hopes his voice isn't as small as it is, he couldn't be smooth to save his life; and wise helps you gather your bearings, his hands brushing against yours, blood rushing to his ears. sheepishly rubbing at his nape. “sorry, i was distracted.”

perhaps in the mood to lift the atmosphere, you sputter out, “no worries! it's fine! besides, you listened to me all this time.... i really enjoyed the movie, really.”

“of course i'll listen.” and before wise can think to stop his traitor of a mouth, the words spill out of his lips like it always wanted to be.

“you're worth paying attention to.”

it's automatic—your face heats up, warming like the sun on a hot day in new eridu, and god, he is such an idiot-

“you think so?” wise gulps. you looked bashful, and were way too adorable right now, and his face felt like it was on fire.... wait, that's not the point! he has to answer you, at least. this is a chance to make progress!

“y-yeah. definitely. i enjoyed... watching the movie with you.” he says. did his voice just crack just now? “we can hang out more often too, even without belle.”

he feels bad for throwing his sister under the bus like that, but—wait, did he just ask you out on a date? (accidentally)

well, it didn't matter because wise feels like he won the lottery right now, because you brighten up immediately. “really?”

then you cough and compose yourself. “i mean, sure! i'm sure it'll be fun, haha...”

awkward silence ensues. uh oh, did he say something wrong? was he too forward? he wants to say something, but something is lodged in his throat, and wise can't bring up a response. (his heart was beating like crazy right now, though).

“uh...”

“....”

then, something soft brushes against the side of his cheek. as fast as it was felt, wise felt the sensation leave just as easily. did you just-?

you just kissed him. on the cheek.

“thanks for hanging out with me, wise.”

“you're welcome- wha- huh?!” he nearly drops the stack of dvd's he was holding. you pull away, an enigmatic smile on your face. face flushed.

before he can even respond, the two of you finally arrive at the movie store. damn it, gods of the world. why did his luck run out now?

“i guess this is your stop.” he blinks, your voice coming back to him. “and, wise?”

“ah, uh, yeah?”

“it's a date, then?” your eyes sparkle and shine a light through his heart. super effective!

is this really happening? is he really going on a date with you—oh, he's so thrilled he could actually burst into song and kick his feet, but belle would tease him ruthlessly after. nosy sisters were so much work....

“yes!” he almost yells it out, but because he didn't want to look uncool in front of you, wise composes himself. play it cool, play it cool. don't mess up this chance! “yes, definitely. it's... it's a date.”

you put down the other stack of dvd's down the table, flashing him a dizzying, lovely smile smile. wise swears he falls even harder for you.

“then it's a date.”

BONUS.

“seriously?! you're going on a date with them?!” belle shouts, so unceremoniously that wise slaps a hand on her mouth.

“not so loud! but, yeah.” he says, face heating up. “your plan worked, sis.”

“yes! yes! finally!” his sister practically cheers, “i can finally be free of your sickening heart eyes... and finally, our street's most anticipated couple is here!”

wise can't help but sigh in fond exasperation. he guesses he'll let her have this one today.

“also, belle?”

“what?”

“you didn't tell anyone about this, did you?”

...

“uhh....”

(on the day of the date, wise receives an abnormal amount of good luck posters. he also gets a disturbing amount of thumbs up from the neighbors.

the last straw? tin man, giving him a baked cake with the words ‘rooting for you!’ covered in pink heart sprinkles.

he facepalms. belle...!)

a/n: d d do you guys get it..... phaethetically...... phaethon..... wise is phaethon and he's awkward in love lol hahahahaha (💀)

@ ICEUNHIE: do not repost translate or plagiarize my works.

[chsims]

Autumn Season 🍂

01. Cozy Pedestal | Candle | Wooden Bowl | Autumn | Sidetable | Candle | Books

02. Pillows ( 1 ) ( 2 ) ( 3 ) | Pumpkin | Corner Wreath | Wooden Crate | Journal | Candle

03. Coffe Kettle | Book | Coffe Cup | Basket | Candle | Fallen Leaf | Table Setting

Credits : @pinkbox-anye @kerriganhouse @plushpixelssims @serenebluesims @sooky88 @joyceisfox @sims4luxury

[mmso-notlikethat]

So what if one day buck wakes up missing tommy so much that he decides to go to the coffee shop where he invited him to the wedding, maybe it actually became their spot or something like that, and he misses it. And oooh, look who he finds there, Tommy! He is sitting on that same table, drinking coffe buck definitely knows he hates (tommy told him, something about their beans).. and he is wearing a hoodie again! He looks miserable (probably because he isn't a morning person why is he here now, buck says), and he is holding a book he is 100% not reading, and buck thinks of just leaving but something something isn't letting him move..

then he goes to him, and "Hey"

[animehideout]

JJK Men Perfect First Date

Part 1

Who would you choose to go on a first date with?

Part 2 ✨

Nanami Kento : Beach Date

Nanami adores nature, so most likely he would take you to the beach, so both of you can enjoy the peace the beach brings.

You would start your date with a walk on the shoreline feeling the warm sand beneath your feet.

You would collect seashells that you'd keep forever as a symbol of your first date.

You came fully prepared with delicious food, snacks, refreshing drinks, a blanket to keep you warm in the evening and books.

You'd watch the waves roll in, the sound of the water brings you tranquility and encourages you to express your love.

You'd watch the sunset together, you sitting between his legs, your head on his chest as the blanket covers both of you.

He would whisper sweet nothings, play with your hair and reads you his favorite lines from his favorite books.

“Your touch is warm like sand, your love is deep like an ocean that I crave to understand”.

Gojo Satoru: Fancy dinner date

This man likes to show off on his first date, so of course he would spoil you and spend his money on you.

He would take you to an elegant restaurant with a modern architecture.

Would probably reserve the whole restaurant for both of you so you can enjoy your intimate time together without people being loud around you.

Your table would be adorned with red rose petals and scented candles that helps both of you relax.

The candles soft glow adds to the romantic touch.

The soft live music in the background adds to the experience making it unforgettable.

Would bring you a bouquet of roses with another expensive gift.

Satoru works hard for the first date impression, he wants you to fall head over heels for him.

“This bouquet of roses pales in comparison to the radiant beauty you exude”

Toji Fushiguro: Stargazing

Toji would admire the night sky and most importantly admire..you.

A blanket spread on the ground with some soft cushions so you can lay comfortably.

You'd lay your head on his chest while he lays on his back, his hand softly caressing yours as both of your eyes glued to the night sky.

To ward off the chilly night breeze, you'd bring with you some warm beverages.

A soft playlist of music instrumentals is playing in the background, taking you to another dimension.

You'd count starts, and give them names. If you're lucky enough you may witness a meteor shower.

Comfortable silence is cherished between both of you, just humming softly enjoying each other's company.

When you're in the mood to talk, you may share stories, myths or general opinion so you can get to know each other better.

You may share your first kiss as well.

You'd make a wish everytime you see a fallen star.

“As the star descends, my wish for our love to ascend to new heights reaching the edges of the universe”

Geto Suguru: Casual coffee date.

Nothing is better than a simple date that would bring you closer to each other without being overwhelmed.

The space is cozy and eases any initial temsions.

Geto would greet you with a warm big bear hug, that heals all of your stress.

Both of you would choose a corner booth, so you can get some privacy.

The corner is adorned with fairy lights and plants that makes the atmosphere more relaxed and cozy.

The aroma of freshly ground coffe beans envelops both of you.

As you sip your warm drinks, the conversation effortlessly flows.

You'd talk about everything, your interests , your experiences, you dreams and ambitions.

You'd exchange loving glances, and genuine smiles.

He may hold your hand as well and run his thumb on your soft skin.

“Your company is incredibly comforting, I already feel at ease around you”

[coichii]

WITH HIM - SEUNGMIN

pairing - englishstudent!seungmin ♥︎ medstudent!genneutral!reader

genre: fluff, college au 📚

word count: 0.4k

warnings: nun specific !

A/N : hellooo! got some random college au inspo in the middle of summer for some reason so here u go >:)

“Baby, you keep yawning, go to sleep” seungmin whispers, looking down at you.

You recently came back from a long shift, shadowing a doctor for the better half of 10 hours. It was exhausting. The multitude of patients you looked over, the amount of body fluid you were exposed to that you swore you got over, and much much more. The only thought present being returning home and cuddling up with your loving boyfriend.

That thought was pushed off though, needing to wait an entire 3 more hours and a 45 minute drive through heaving traffic and crappy drivers.

You sighed heavily as you returned home, walking in and placing down your bag.

You began walking around the apartment, searching for the one man that knew how to make you feel better, smiling as you found him.

Seungmin laid lazily, sprawled out on the couch reading some book you were to lazy to read the title of. You didn’t even greet him as you plopped yourself on his stomach, wrapping your arms around his warm body.

Immediately, Seungmin realized that you were having one of those days. One of those days where you just wanted to be comforted and held. In response, he began to run your back while he continued to read, eliciting a satisfied sigh out of you.

It was then where you felt at home and safe, allowing yourself to relax in his presence.

“Mhmm, wanna stay up for you tho..” you mumbled, nestling your head farther into the crook of his neck

Seungmin recognized the way your voice drifted off at the end, proving your need of sleep.

“You have a long day tomorrow, classes at 10” he reminded you, continuing to rub your back.

You ignored the way you began fading in and out of sleep, nestling yourself even farther into your lovers body and mumbling in response.

Seungmin sighed, knowing that you were going to be stubborn as ever.

You felt his position around your body shift as he placed his book down on the nearby coffe table and begun to stand up, carrying you in his arms and walking towards your shared bedroom.

Seungmin brought you to the bed before laying you down and tucking you in. You heard shuffling around the room before you felt your boyfriend climb into bed with you, spooning you towards his chest.

At that moment, you felt all of the tension of the day melt with the warmth your boyfriend was providing you. All the thoughts of classes, finals, and exams were completely absent, replaced by thoughts of only him instead.

“I love you min” you mumbled, voice low.

Seungmin smiled to himself, spooning you even closer to him and shutting his eyes.

“I love you too, love”

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[mattmurdock42]

PMS? Oh, yes.

W.c: 2.5k

Pairing: Clark Kent X Reader X August Walker X Walter Marshall X Syverson.

Warnings: you on your pms being a little grumpy and sentimental. Talk of body insecurities a little. Lots os fluff!! (I don't know, but maybe the reader is kind of a baby girl sometimes? I still don't know for sure, but the boys like it very much!)

Sumary: after an afternoon in a meeting, you and the boys decide to watch a movie, in which they discover you have a crush on some character and you get on your nerves for it. The next day, they know what's is happening to you, Pms, right?

It was a cloudy friday. You woke up and went to take breakfast.

In the kitchen you gave good morning to everyone and went to seat on your spot on the table. Your breakfast was already ready. The boys insisted on doing every morning. Clark affirming that you drank the same coffe, so it was no bother to him to make your mug at the same time as his. And Walter, with the same excuse, saying that you two ate the same sandwich, so there was no reason for him not to make yours with his. They were spoiling you, they always did. Besides they never treated you like less, for beign the only girl in the group, you couldn´t deny that they spoiled you. Your days of cooking were less, they were constantly asking if you were okay after playing a sport with them (they knew they could get rough), always when you were to watch a movie, they made a special cup of hot chocolate for you, they always knew your choices from the menu (they could be very attentive sometimes), and the list goes further.

Today was a normal day. In the morning, you went to August's personal gym. In the begining of the afternoon, you read your book in the balcony with Clark reading his, his legs propped on the small table, and yours on top of his thighs, your head propped in two pillows. In the middle of the afternoon, you had a metting online of your job and went till night. After the meeting you met the boys on the living room.

"Doll, we asked pizza for dinner. I said you wanted four cheese, but Clark and Sy said you wanted Peperoni, so we asked peperoni, since it won the votes." August said.

"Okay, sometimes it´s weird you knowing the flavour i´ll want in the day."

"We just want to make you feel special, Dove." Walter said, making you blush and look to the floor.

Before the food arrived, you all went to pick a movie. After some battles, you settled for Avengers 4.

The pizza arrived. After the dinner, you offered to make the cocoa today.

Finished the task, you took everybody´s mugs to them. Only now, getting back from the kitchen with your own, it was when you took a look for your seat. The four bear of a man took all the space on the couch. Usually you sat on a big, comfortable armchair, stfuffed full of blankets and pillows to be more cozy and warm. That had become your chair (actually, it was really more comfortable than the couch itself). However, Sy and Walter started fighting that afternoon, because of a stupid videogame, and broke the chair (Walter pushing Sy against a foot of the armchair, making it break and loose it´s balance, breaking another foot. August scolded then and took the armchair to the consert, but it would took a few days to get it back.

You had no place to sit, so you decided to make a small bed of blankets on the floor, near the couch. You took your blankets and pillows that you used on the armchair (they were gathered on the arm of the couch) and started making your improvised bed. While your concentration was at the task in hand, you didn´t see the boys looking at each other, confusion etched on their faces.

"Doll, what are you doing?" August asked.

"I don´t have the chair anymore, so i don´t have my seat. I´m gonna make a blanket bed on the floor. Why?"

"You are so not staying on the floor, come to the couch." Sy said.

"Well, i don´t know if you noticed, but there is no space for even one more atom there." You responded him.

" Just lay on top of us, or sit on somebody´s lap." Sy said as if it was the most obvious decision you could make. They all agreed.

You exitated for a moment, but you knew they wouldn´t let you stay on the floor, even with all the blankets of the mansion.

You got near Clark, who was sitting at one of the points of the sofa and quietly asked. "Can I sit on your lap?"

"Sure, sweety." He responded.

You sat on his lap and rested your back on his chest. The movie started. After five minutes, you were already feeling self conscious of your weight (you weren´t petite, nor exactly skinny, and you knew that). You whispered something to Clark, but apparently, not low enough, because everybody looked at you in kind of shock. "Clark, if I get too heavy, just tell me and i´ll move, okay?"

With your statement, all the boys looked at you.

"What did you just say, dove?" Walter asked.

"I just didn't want Calrk to be unconfortable." You said, aready blushing for the way they were looking, wide eyed, at you.

"Okay, i've seen buildings fall on him and he left him without a scratch, he lifted like it was nothing, and you think you, on his lap, will hurt him?" August was deadpanned.

"i just didn´t want to bother him." You whispered, looking to your hands.

"How much do you thing you weight, dove?" Walter questioned.

"Ceirtainly not more then a whole Metropolis building." Sy stated.

"I'm sorry." You say, turning on Clark's lap to hug him, hidding your face on the crock of his neck, on the side were there was no one sitting to see you.

"Leave her alone." Clark gestured with his mouth. "It's okay, sweety. Don´t mind them. It´s very thoughtfull of you to think about my confort. But you are not heavy. You feel like a thin sheet over me. I can barely feel your weight."

"Okay." You whisper in his ear as you position yourself to face the tv again. You noticed the movie was paused and they were all still looking at you. "Continue the movie."

"Have you ever seen Sy and Clark wrestle?" August asked you.

"No."

"He lifts Sy in two seconds, with just one arm, and he holds him there until Sy surenders. I still can not believe you think you are heavy."

"I said i'm sorry" You say hugging Clark´s torso this time, starting to feel bad about their coments.

"Stop tormenting her, she is just a sweet girl, being nice as always." Clark explained, enveloping your back with one arm.

"My apologies, Doll. I just can´t imagine you thinking yourself too heavy. I didn´t mean to upset you." August said.

"Everybody have insecurities, it´s not nice to make fun of then." You say hidding your face on Clark´s chest.

"Good job, dickhead, now you really upset her." Walter said rolling his eyes.

" I´m sorry, Doll, it wasn´t my intension, you know it. Can i give you an apology hug ?" August asked, stroking the back of your head with one arm stretched, almost laying on top of Walter and Sy to be able to reach you. As he does so, you take your face off of Clark's chest and look at him with puffy, red eyes. It caught August's heart strings. "Oh, Doll, please forgive me." He said stretching both arms, inviting you for a hug. You looked up at Clark and, with a simpathetic grin, he nodded at you to go.

You untangled yourself from the kriptonian's body and went to August. You lined down to hug him, when suddenly he pulled you to his lap, making you gasp in surprise. "Forgive me, sometimes i can be a jerk, i'm sorry. It's just that, i think you are so confident in some matters, that i forget you might have insecurities as well." As he says that, he kisses your forehead.

You look at him and gives a small smile. "It´s okay, just don´t do that anymore, don´t push too far." You respond him.

As you go to get up to go back to Clark´s lap, August envelops your waist with his long arms, not letting you go. "Can I steal you from Clark? Could you watch the movie from here? Please?"

You exitate for a couple of second but agrees.

As you start to make yourself comfortable, he says. "And don´t worry, if i get unconfortable, i´ll tell you." He says, guessing your thoughts.

"Okay, thank you." You lowly say, resting your head on his shoulder.

The movie continues.

In the middle, in the scene where Thor and Rocket are in Asgard for an Infinite Stone, there is a brieve scene where Loki shows up. You were curled on August's lap hugging one of his arms, and in this specific scene, you curl yourself more and squeez his arm, holding during the scene. August just took as you getting more confortable. Walter, who was by his side, noticed your move and thought the same thing. Later, during another scene, this time in New York, when Tony and Scott were going to get the stone, Loki appeared on the screen again and, one more time, you squeezed August's bicep, but, this time, as Loki said his lines, you mouthed them with him. August felt your breath on his arm and looked at you, who were oblivious to his gaze and mouthing alongside the character. Walter saw you in the corner of his eyes as well. As the scene passed, they looked at each other with a knowing grin. To test their theory, August took the remote control and said. "I want to see that scene back, i zoned out during it." and he put again, and again, you curl more into him and give a silly smile. But little did you know that this time, there were four pair of eyes looking at you, since Walter told Sy and Clark about his and August's theory while August was getting back in the movie.

As the scene unfolded again and ended, the movie was paused again. You looked at August in cinfussion. "Why did you stop?" That's when you noticed they were all staring at you. "Why are you all looking at me? What happened?"

"I can not believe it, you like Loki!" Walter said smilling bright.

"I certainly do not!"

"Yes, you do. everyone saw it, darling. Loki, out of every avenger, Loki!" Sy said.

"How could you have seen it? You can´t see emotions." You say sulking your face and looking down to your lap, not wanting to give up on your secret crush (not so secret anymore, aparently).

"Doll, I felt your breath against my arm while you said his phrases with him, i also felt you squeeze my arm the three times he apeared. We all saw your silly smile. You can´t deny it."

"You are such a traitor." You say as you try to get out of his lap. "Let me go, you snake."

"Ouch! Not necessary." He says, finally letting you go. You take the blankets and pillows and put it on the floor by the foot of the couch, sitting there and making yourself comfortable. A second later, you fell caloused hands sneaking under your armpits, lifting you in the air and sitting you on somebody's lap. "Hey, hey, Hey!" You said in surprise. You knew those hands, it was Walter's.

"We said you were not staying on the floor." Walter said. You didn´t respond, just curled yourself into his lap, like you did in August's, resting your head on his chest and looking to the tv.

"Why the sulking face now?" Sy asked.

"I was just smiling at the tv, in peace, and you were all observing me, that's not fair. I'm a grown woman, i can like other people without being teased. And yes, Loki, for god's sake. He´s funny, inteligent, sarcastic, have nice hair, have some hobbies that i also have, and he is freakishingly handsome. Having a conversation with him'd seem really interesting and pleasant. He is just misunderstood and got involved with the wrong people. Get over it!" You raised your voice a little. After you finish your indignation, you hide your face on Walter's chest. Gosh, his was softer then Clark´s. His honkers larger and more cozy, you could stay like that forever.

They all stayed quiet for a bit. After a couple of minutes, realization of your previous act beamed down on you. Great, now you were embarassed. So, you decided to deal with the situation the quickiest way you knew. You turned to face August. "Sorry for calling you a snake, it was not fair, you did nothing wrong." Then you turned on Walter's lap, stradling him now, so you could face everyone. Looking down to your fidgeting fingers, you spoke "I´m sorry for raising my voice and being mad at you, it was unrational and did not have any pourpose. I hope you can forgive me and we can all continue watching the film." As you ended your apology, Walter pulled your body forward into a tight hug, smoothing your back.

"It's okay, dove. We all loose our temper sometimes."

"I´'m sorry you all." You say again, voice muffled by Walter's neck.

"It's okay, Doll." As August said that, you untangle yourself from Walter and go to August's lap again, hugging him one more time.

"I was mean when you were being nice to me, forgive me."

"It's okay, don´t worry. Everyone has bad days. Shhhh." He cooed you.

"Let's continue the movie" Sy said. And so you did.

When you woke up, you were at your room. Same clothes from last night. How did you got there? The last thing you remember was you watching the middle of the movie.

You get up and go take a shower. After having freshened up, you go to the boys area to have breakfast.

"Good morning" you say rubbing your eyes.

"Good Morning" They all said back. As you sat on the table, you see your breakfast ready, as always, but with a small chocolate bar added on the side of your plate.

"We thought you might want something sweet." Clark said.

"O-okay, thank you. But, why'd think so? If you don't mind me asking."

"Because you are in your PMS, darling. So this may help."Sy stated.

"PMS? But i don't have it. And it's funny you trying to tame my hormones with a chocolate bar."

"Well, i'm sorry to tell you, darling, but we think you do have PMS."

You laughed a little. "If you say so. But, how do you know i'm in my PMS?"

"After you slept on my lap last night, you looked really tired, and your hands clutched really tight on my sweather, something was not right. So, Clark remembered that tree weeks ago you were menstruated, then, assuming you had a normal cicle, we did the maht based on those asssumptions, and you had to be on your PMS." August stated.

"Oh, I feel mortified!"

"Don´t be, sweety, it's a natural thing. A painful thing that men will never experience, and the least we could do is understad it and try to help the most we can." Clark said.

"Well, and i'm sorry for behaving like a rude person." You say laughing.

"You have nothing to apologize about" August said.

You ate your breakfast and, in the end, while you were finishing your coffe, Walter asked you " Dove, could you get me the mug from August's job please? I wanna see it up close."

" Sure." You went to the place where the mugs usually were but didn't find it.

"August, honey, where is it?"

"Oh, it's in the top shelf." He said.

You looked up and found it. You were not sure you could reach it, but before you could go grab a chair, you decided to give it a try. Standing on your tiptoes, you stretched your arm up to get it, but only your fingertips could touch it. Before you can even think about turning to get a chair, you felt to hands on your hips, pushing you up with ease.

You looked down at Sy, "They were right, you are fun to lift."

You imediately blushed, hidding your face in your hands. "Oh my god, put me down." You lowly said. Sudenlly, you fell yourself being lifted up and down. "Come on, Sy." You tried one more time. However, he didn't listen, instead, he put you down for one second, before putting one arm behind your thighs and one behind your back, lifting you bridal style.

"Don't be shy, darling, everyone got their turn before but me, it's only fair." He said, softly laughing. Then, he starts curling his arms, pushing you up and down on his embrace. You couldn't resist yourself and you started laughing.

You were oblivious to their looks at you and Sy. They really got upset with you last night for you thinking bad of your body, since they considered you the most cute thing ever. So, seeing you laughing hard while Sy lifted you, made then really happy. However, they wanted to make you laugh too, so they joined you.

"Pass her to me." Walter demanded.

"Guys, don't, we have more things to do." You spoke.

"Nothing is more important than hearing you laugh, dove." Walter said as he got you from Sy. He put his hands under your armpits and through you in the air, making you scream. After he caught you, you hugged him, with your legs around his waist tight and said "Don't do that. It's scaryy."

"Hey, dont do that! Poor thing, ask her first." August said as he got you from Walter. You were clinged to him know, just like a coala. "So, Doll, what are you going to do today?"

"In the morning i'm going to the gym. In the afternoon i have some work to do and i promised Lurdez, Rosa and Juana (the maids who you share your ala with) to have dinner with then today. A girl's night, more specific."

"And when would you tell us that, if i didn't asked? I don't like they stealing you from us." August stated.

"Oh, come on, it is just one night. You all can have a boys night, will be so fun! And, i was going to tell you over lunch."

"Honey, without you here, it's a chaos, you put limits in those barbarians." August said side eyeing the others.

"You had your turn, give her to me." Clark said. He took you and got you on the couch, sitting you on his lap. "Did you sleep well, sweety?"

"Yes, i was very tired yesterday, work wore me out. And you? Good dreams?"

"Yes, besides hearing Sy's snores all night, i slept well."

You laughed, passing your hands on his curls. "i have to go now, get ready for my daily training. See you, everyone." You said, waving back as you exited the kitchen.

"I can't believe she thought she was heavy, she weights half of Sy." Said Clark.

"I was so sad to hear she has insecurities, i always thought she was so cute and perfect." August added.

"I just wanna make her feel good with herself." Walter said lowly.

"Same here, man. In this quarentine, we need to show her how incredible she is."

[queenmuzz]

Five Stages of Grief: Chapter II: Anger

Warning: Post Tearstone Island Spoilers

Read it HERE on Ao3

He grips the bridge of his nose to stop the impending headache.  Worry and stress have no doubt played a large huge part in it, but a lack of sleep and a diet of nothing but Lucanis’s coffee (that’s how he knows things are getting bad, when his tea no longer can sustain him) aren’t helping.  And now the rising arguments coming from his companions is making the possibility of a headache into a certainty.

There’s a loud thud that echoes through his skull as Taash pounds their fist on the table.  “This is bullcrap!  It’s been what, four days?  And we haven’t done anything to get Bellara or Rook back!”

Emmrich bites his tongue, suppressing the urge to inform her that he has read more books in the last four days, researching everything related to the Fade, its pockets, and ancient elvish history than he has in an entire year (and possibly more books than they've read in their lifetime, but he wisely bites his tongue).  Because he knows the answer to what their next question would be:  Has it helped get them back?  And the answer is a resounding no.

“Everyone is doing the best they can, Taash.”  Harding rests her small hand on the Adari’s fist, “it’s just that these things take time”. Harding has been hard at work too working her inquisition contacts to the breaking point, not to mention attempting to mediate between the ever increasing arguments that threaten to boil over anytime the group meets to update their progress.  She’s doing her best, but Harding doesn’t have the same talents as Rook, she doesn’t know when to stand firm, instead of agreeing with every idea to keep everyone happy.  It’s not something he blames her for, as if he were in her tiny shoes, he’d probably do the same.  The loss of the three has left a giant bloody wound in the group, and an infection of feverish anger is beginning to set in.  It needs to be cleansed and stitched together in order to begin the healing process, and without Rook, there is no hope of it getting better.

“There’s also the issue of Minrathous,” Neve interjects, taking her pipe out of her mouth, which Emmrich has disapprovingly noticed she’s been puffing on much more lately. “The few Shadow Dragon contacts I still have have informed me that the Venatori have drastically increased their subjection of the city, and are seemingly preparing for… something.”

“Mierde,” mutters Lucanis, but Emmrich is close enough to hear Spite raging.  “LESS TALK. MORE DOING. FIND ROOK.” He can’t disagree with that sentiment, but the problem is that no one knows where to start.  It’s just more bad news after bad news. 

“Sorry to break it to you, Neve,” Taash says as they spear a sausage from the central platter, “Minrathous is kinda not really important right now. Rivain’s in an uproar, the Antaam are running like a bull in a pottery shop… uh… wait, is that the correct term?  Anyways, if you’re outside the cities, you’re fresh meat to those bastards, and it’s only gonna get worse.”

Neve’s eyes darken as she puts out her pipe with an ices hard.  “You think MY city, which has already been attacked by a blighted dragon and taken over by the Venatori, isn’t important?”

“I’m not saying that, Neve, I’m just saying it’s not our highest priority.  We already knew the place had gone to crap way before Tearstone island.”

The air around Neve drops central degrees, and Lucanis twitches, no doubt attempting to contain a VERY agitated Spite, who is chomping at the bit to let them all know what his position on the matter is.

“TOO LOUD.  FIND ROOK”

“Even if we were to find Elgar’nan, what could we do except chuck rocks at him and insult his hairstyle?” Taash continues, as Harding attempts, and fails to shush them, “He has an Archdemon we gotta kill first, and Davrin’s not here to help.  Not to mention the whole ‘Lyrium Dagger’ thing we don’t have.”

That brings something to Emmrich’s mind.

“Wait,” he says, as he places the coffee cup down. “Bellara said Rook allowed her to make a detailed study of the blade.  And knowing how diligent she can be with ancient elvish technology, she must have made detailed notes about it.  Perhaps, if I can study them, and with enough lyrium I may be able to recreate the blade, complete with the enchantments that make it so powerful… But,” he stops himself, remembering his younger colleague, whose boundless energy to learn as much as she could, was not with him, “It would require me to go through her notes, and I don’t feel…” she’d always been welcoming to the ‘Professor’ whenever he paid her a visit, but now with her gone, the thought of entering her little workshop to look for notes makes him feel like a burglar.

“I’ll go with you,” Neve offers, her voice softening, the agitation in the room slowly settles down, as the two of them slowly get out of their chairs.

“Thank you,” he replies, and he means it.  Neve and Bellara have a very close bond, and it’s probably best that she accompanies him.  Deep down, he knows the young elf would never mind him going through his notes, and in fact would be thrilled, but he can’t seem to bring himself to do it without someone’s permission.

He barely hears Lucanis mutter as he leaves “He didn’t even take a bite of the breakfast I made him….”

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There is only the sound of the rustling papers as they go through stacks and stacks of notes.  The bust of Anaris sits there, silently mocking them with its smug face, and Emmrich has to resist the urge to knock it over.  His nerves must be fraying, he realizes, if he is contemplating destroying the work of a colleague.  The problem is, Bellara is a copious note taker… of EVERYTHING.  Coupled with a habit of being a little scatterbrained, and no doubt the wisps mischievously moving everything around, it’s not an easy search.  Twice, he catches himself asking,  “Bellara, where did you put those notes on Rook’s dagger?” before realizing she can’t answer.  How many times had he asked her to stop calling him ‘Professor’ and to just simply call him ‘Emmrich’.  What he’d give to hear her call him ‘Professor.. I mean Professor Emmrich… I mean, sorry, Emmrich!’ right now.

“Aha!” Neve crows in triumph, as she holds up a sheaf of papers.  He can make out a rough sketch of the lyrium blade, and squiggles that approximate writing.  She walks over and hands them to him.  His heart jumps in his chest.  Yes, with these details, his studying, and a substantial amount of precious lyrium, there was a chance he could recreate what had been lost, or rather stolen from them.  Deep inside he hopes that it could even bring back… her.

“Yes, this will do nicely…”  he murmurs more to himself than Neve.  For the first time in what feels like an eternity, he feels hope.

“I’ll need time to study this.  This will be an undertaking few, if any mortal has ever accomplished.  I don’t know how long it will take, but I will do my best."  He begins to walk out of the room, fully intending to make a beeline to his study, but Neve stills him with a gentle, but unyielding hand.

“Emmrich,” she asks softly.  “You know you don’t have to do this alone.  We know how much Rook means to you…”

He knows that she means well.  That it all comes from a place of friendship and concern.  But right now, he needs neither, nor does he need her pity.  Especially her pity.

“Thank you, but I’ll be fine.” It’s not a lie.  A lifetime in the Necropolis has given him ample opportunity to work with only the dead for company.  He can take care of himself, and he refuses to be a burden to anyone else.

“Emmrich…” she persists, and there’s pity laced in that name.  It disgusts him.

“Leave. Me. Be.”  His voice hisses like the wind that blows through the Great Hall, bringing along the grit of grave dust.  He doesn’t need anyone right now.  All he desires is the time and solitude to study and study a way of recreating Solas’s blade.  And coffee.  Lots of coffee. 

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He storms off towards his room, leaving a very concerned Neve standing there.

The next three days consist of never ending study of Bellara’s very detailed notes, deciphering her… unique… handwriting (he’s grateful that he had so much practice during their correspondence that feels like ages ago) taking notes and coming up with, and scratching out multiple theories.  There’s occasionally a short nap (which he makes sure to wake up from before the dreams start)  and then the coffee.  And more coffee.

Any interruption, save for Manfred’s delivery of the strongest stuff Lucanis can brew, is met with a glare, as in the case of Harding, who wanted to check for a status update, or a growl, like when Neve came in to ‘helpfully’ inform him that Elgar’nan had made his move and invaded Minrathous.  None of which matters to Emmrich right now.  He’s making good progress on which enchantments need to be applied to the blade, for how long, and in which order, but it still needs time.

Johanna’s skull and the table she’s bound to are shoved in a closet.  It only took one single jab, a sarcastic ‘Oh how the mighty Volkarin is stumped by some formula created by an uneducated forest elf’, before he decided she needed to be banished from his sight and hearing, lest he do something that he would regret. He is a Watcher still, even if he is a failure at everything else, and he has a duty to protect her, even if its from himself.

Manfred is also wisely staying out of his way.  He tries his best to be helpful, bringing Emmrich books when requested, or yet another cup of coffee, but even the sound of his jawbone clacking, or his occasional hiss is enough to start a raging headache in the man.  

Day four (seven days since Zea was taken from him) of his studies, and he’s finally come across a working theory of how the blade is able to puncture through the protective enchantments of the gods.  It requires the lyrium to be both a conduit, and an inhibitor of magical energies, depending on what the balance of magic is.  If the object has more magical energy than the blade, the magic will transfer to it, leaving the would-be god, or Veil vulnerable to a mundane cutting action.  Like a drop of water being absorbed into a dry cloth.  It’s able to go the other way too, if the blade encounters something with very low amounts of magic, which may explain what happened to Harding.  But that’s not important right now.  Now, he must construct, and implement the enchantments needed to sustain said charge, and that will be the hardest part of the whole thing.  Every moment spent on a dead end, every wasted moment dozing off or even sipping his coffee is a moment he could be getting closer to bringing her back, to apologizing to her, to begging for forgiveness.

So it's no surprise that he’s less than pleased when he’s interrupted by a plate of flatbread, layered with goat's cheese and sundried tomatoes being placed in front of him.  He lifts up his head to angrily demand why Manfred should disobey his order to not be disturbed, and comes face to face with Lucanis, holding two coffee cups.

“I didn’t ask for food.”

“I know, but you must think I’m stupid to think that I haven’t noticed you haven’t come down for meals as you once did.”

“I’ve been sending Manfred to fetch meals for me,” a lie that the younger man instantly catches on to.

“The only thing he’s been asking for is yet more coffee.”  He sees Emmrich’s eyes dart immediately to the cup in his hand, and pulls it back, clicking his tongue.

“No… the only way you’re getting another cup is after you clear this plate.”

Emmrich is astounded.  Does Lucanis think he’s a child, who has to be cajoled into eating their supper?  He contemplates flipping the plate off the desk, flatbread and all, before realizing that yes, it would indeed make Lucanis think he’s a child.

It’s Spite of all people, that makes him acquiesce. “CURIOSITY IS WORRIED. WITHOUT ROOK HE IS LOCKING CURIOSITY OUT.  AND CURIOSITY CANNOT GET BACK IN”   He hears Spite’s voice, while Lucanis nods in agreement.  It’s a low move, to use Manfred’s worries as a weapon to get him to eat, but… what they say comes from a place of concern and care.  Manfred is too pure hearted to guilt him into eating, and no doubt went to a fellow spirit for aid.

He sighs, and begins to nibble the edge of the bread.  Like most of Lucanis’s cooking, it tastes divine…or at least it would if it wasn’t bringing back memories of the last time he last ate something similar to this.  He half expects Zea’s hand to snatch one of the tomatoes off the bite he's about to take, popping it in her mouth, giving him one of those grins that would immediately melt his heart, and instantly forgive her.  But no such hand, not the left one, with the calluses he knew by heart, nor the right, with the slightly shorter pinky finger, (an embarrassing accident, she had explained) appears.  So he dejectedly eats, the food tasting like ash in his mouth, and forming a lump in his throat every time he swallows.  Still he powers through, and to his eternal annoyance, Lucanis is right.  He hasn’t been eating much, and it's affecting his body and mind.  He seems more focused, the words on the page no longer running together as he attempts to read, his hands (almost) stop their trembling.

Satisfied, and more than a little smug, Lucanis sets the cup of coffee in front of Emmrich.  He mutters his thanks and begins to sip.  He really hates the taste, even under the expert brewing of Lucanis, but it’s the only way to keep going, to push the need for sleep away, to where he knows he will be beset by nightmares.

“This is the last cup I’m making you,” the assassin announces, after taking a sip of his own, no doubt to bolster his own courage. “I’m cutting you off. At least until you get a good night’s sleep.”

Emmrich is outraged.  Yet again, he’s being treated like a naughty child who has stayed up too late.

“Lucanis, you wouldn’t dare…”

“I can… and I am.”  His eyes soften.  “I’m not doing this to be cruel, Emmrich.  I of all people know what a lack of sleep can do to a person.  And I was trained for it.  You are not.”  He places his empty cup down, and places a hand on his shoulder, no doubt to offer support, but it burns, like a slap to the face. “You need to sleep.”

“It’s easy for you to say,” he shoots back, barely containing the rage boiling within him, “You have someone to go to bed with…” 

He regrets those words, even as they come out of his mouth.  Lucanis’s reaction is immediate, and yet subdued.  His eyes flash purple, and Spite lets out a single growl before it’s clamped down, and the haunting dark eyes return as the assassin regains control.

“I know you want her back, Emmrich.  Perhaps more than all of us put together.  But you cannot kill yourself to do so.   You know she would never forgive herself if you did.” 

Emmrich ought to apologize.  Andraste’s Sacred Flames, he wants to apologize for such a crass insult.  But he can’t bring himself to do it.  Not yet.  Only when she’s back in his arms, can he truly offer apologies.

“Get some sleep, Emmrich” Lucanis repeats, and it hurts that his voice doesn’t even have well deserved anger.  The man ought to be furious with him, he ought to be barely resisting the urge to slap him, but instead he slowly retrieves the plate, and begins to make his way out of the room, before stopping at the threshold.

“Once, I thought I could deal with the pain on my own.  But there was- is,” he hastily corrects himself, “a woman who helped me reach out, who opened doors.  Take the advice she once gave me, that isolating yourself will only cause you more pain.”  He vanishes, leaving Emmrich there with only a cup of coffee for company.  

Lucanis means well, he knows.  He’s trying to help.  But until he finds Zea, he cannot let up on his research.

But, his body can only handle so much before it needs more coffee, and now the only other source is the ‘coffee’ that Neve brews.  He’s not that desperate.

Yet.

[theonevoice]

Aziraphale doesn't drink coffee

My friends, it feels obvious now, but I finally managed to put my fingers on what was bothering me about this specific exchange of lines:

If you think about it, this exchange doesn't make sense. Aziraphale says:

"But I… I don't want to go back to Heaven. Where would I get my coffee?"

and the Metatron answers:

"You know, as Supreme Archangel, you would be able to decide who to work with."

What does being able to decide who to work with have anything to do with coffee?

At first, like many of us, I had interpreted the scene as Aziraphale using the coffee as a metaphor for expressing his love for Earth and earthly pleasures, and the Metatron slyly throwing the Crowley's restored angelic status card on the table to force him to change his mind, as if Crowley was the one important thing that could make Aziraphale forget all other things on Earth.

But here's the thing - and I don't know why I never noticed it before: as far as we know, Aziraphale doesn't drink coffee.

If I am not mistaken, there are only three explicit coffee references in the two seasons: the "six shots of espresso," the espresso cup that sits in front of Crowley on the table at the Ritz in s1ep1, and the two mugs in s1ep2 when Aziraphale and Crowley stops at a sort of dining place to discuss how to find the lost Antichrist. Now, unlike with the expresso cup at the Ritz, where we have an above shot that clearly shows traces of coffee, we don't see what's inside the two mugs here. But I don't think Aziraphale's one contains coffe: he's not even aware that caffeine is definitely does not "calm people down," it's very clearly not his thing.

Furthermore, we do know what his things are: little restaurants, sushi, classical music, old bookshops, tea, crepes, French wine… not coffee.

When the Metatron asks him to become Supreme Archangel, he could say "where would I get my sushi?" or "where would I get my books" or "where would I get my records" which is an actual line that he pronounced earlier while talking to Maggie.

Instead he says "coffee."

And then it struck me: Aziraphale is never associated with coffee. But Crowley is.

That's what he's saying, probably unconsciously: when he says "where would I get my coffee?" he's not expressing his love for Earth, he's expressing his love for Crowley.

He could even be doing this without realizing it, as a form of involuntary codification (codification like in Freud's or Matte Blanco's theories of unconscious mind: where something seated deep inside you hooks onto some minor detail outside and starts speaking through your words as if on its own accord). After all, this particular morning, after the emotional strain of the ball, the demonic attack during the night, and the unexpected revelation of Gabriel and Beelzebub relationship, seems to me like the sort of moment in which some amount of brain fog is to be expected, even for an angel.

But the Metatron sees straight through him, possibly even more clearly than he sees through himself, and gives an answer that ignores the superficial codification and address directly the deep meaning. He doesn't say: "as Supreme Archangel you would be able to pop down here whenever you want and have as much coffee as you like." He immediately sees that "where would I get my coffee?" means "how could I be together with Crowley?" and makes his dirty move of dangling the idea of restoring Crowley to his former angelic status in front of Aziraphale's face because he knows that this is the one and only point.

And now I really, really, really hope that in s3 we will see Supreme Archangel Aziraphale sending someone on Earth to get him some coffee - maybe a big cup with six shots of espresso in it and nothing else - and then grabbing the paper cup with a pain, strenght, and desperation that nobody else would understand.

[skz4ellie]

𝑺𝒌𝒛 𝑯𝒚𝒖𝒏𝒈 𝑳𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒂𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒖𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑

𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒏𝒂𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆

𝑩𝒂𝒏𝒈 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒏

He'd be so so sweet

Mans actually wants to be with you but he's scared 😕

he's clingy!!

You could just be doing anything and he'd just hold onto you like you are giving him life (you are)

Basically treats you like you're his gf

Drops everything for you

oh, you're bored?🤨 he'll be over in five

you need to be picked up from the club? already on his way

want a coffee? he's at you're doorstep with you're fave coffe

I feel like if he can't come to you like he's stuck in the studio he will def ft you

like you guys will just sit on call while he works so he's kinda there

leaves one part of his headphones off so he can hear you if you need something

he'll ask you out after a while but will be so nervous

𝑳𝒆𝒆 𝑲𝒏𝒐𝒘

Bold asf

He does not hold back!!! he's flirting with you 25/8 and will not stop😭

he takes you to meet his cats first thing

He needs his cats approval (they love you)

he cooks for you! he don't care he will stop dance practice if you're hungry and leave to cook for you

Makes mental notes of you're favorite snack and favorite meals so he knows what to make you

I feel like he'd always be touching you somehow

like if you're hanging out he'd like hold onto you're arm or put it around you're shoulder

HE WOULD SO GRAB YOU'RE WAIST TO MOVE YOU AHHHHH

he would teach you some of his groups dances fs

even though he's kinda closed off sometimes he always makes sure you know he cares

we all know his love language is acts of service so he'll do just about anything for you

I feel like he'd be faster at asking you out then chan but it will take him a bit

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒃𝒊𝒏

sigh he's so cute😕

he'd be so shy but definitely get a bit bolder after a bit

I feel like you guys would be friends long before you're a situationship

I think he would do the yawn and put his arm behind you're shoulder thing because he thinks it's funny and also kinda cute

begs for you to go to the gym with him

he doesn't even care if you work out he just wants you there

he would prefer if you work out cause he cares for you're health but he won't make you

sends you work out pics!!!

I feel like how Lee know took you to meet his cats he'd take you to meet 3racha

I feel like he cares so much about Chan's opinion and approval of you

ofc ofc Hannie's matters too but he seeks it out from Chan cause Chan always looks out for him and knows best for him so if Chan thinks you're good, you're definitely good

lets be so real he always has some type is skinskip when you're around

even if it's something as small as just you're knees touching under the table he's good

asks you to be his girlfriend so fast because let's be honest he was in love with you before you even have a situationship with each other

𝑯𝒚𝒖𝒏𝒋𝒊𝒏

he just wants to be around you no matter what😞

he doesn't care if it's just silent just wants to be with you

he has so many pages(if not a whole sketch book) of sketches he's drawn of you

he wants you to model for every painting he does

it would fs let you sit in his lap and paint with him if you want too

he doesn't even care if you're a good painter he's just so happy you're doing his hobbieswith him

you guys definitely does those tiktoks where people will paint for like 5 minutes and then swap with the other person

if you're doing something and can't give him attention he just holds onto you

doesn't matter how or what position hell just hold onto you

he'd buy you matching jewelry like the ones him and Felix have

also you and Felix ast best friends and hyunjin loves it

he's in between Chang bin and leeknow like he'd ask you to be his girlfriend pretty quickly but not too quickly yk?

ngl so nervous to post this because this my first actual post on tumblr 😞

[coff-in]

OKAY POP OFF I LITERALLY BINGED NEARLY ALL OF YOUR ANDREW GRAVES WRITING <3 <3 good day to be alive! Okay, I think you do such a wonderful job at capturing Andrew’s character, and for some reason that’s just something I can not do at all! I say this because recently I’ve been contemplating what Andrew would act like if he were in a secret relationship with masc! Reader who’s cheating on his girlfriend to be with Andrew. How would Andrew react when he sees Reader and his girlfriend out in public? How would Andrew treat Reader’s girlfriend one-on-one? How would Andrew and Reader act in public, and what would Andrew do to subtly (or not subtly at all) label Reader as his? Fndjdjdjnfnsnndn IM OBSESSED IM OBSESSED BUT I CANT COME UP WITH ANYTHING.

So yeah! I figured I would come to you with this idea because you’re an icon <3 If you’re interested, please share any ideas that you have! Preferably no NSFW, but suggestive content is fine! Thank you!

note from coff-in: this is actually very silly to me because earlier today i was thinking how i don't do andrew's personality and thinking justice in my writing ^^; thank you for your compliments though!

[masc] reader-insert

is cheating on your girlfriend with a taken man more socially accepted than committing incest? /joking

in all seriousness, andrew may feel conflicted with his feelings. especially if he's dating julia at this time, GOD I LOVE THE MESSY SHIT THEY GET INTO <3 andrew would fucking brain blast when he figures out that he's gay or into mascs. andrew falling in love with [reader] is just... grrr!! it makes me feel bad for julia. andrew would suggest that they keep their relationship secret (however i think he would do it in a manner where he hints at it and allows [reader] to offer the idea explicitly) because it wouldn't end well for him if it got out that he was dating/seeing a guy in a relationship WHILE in a relationship himself! a supposedly straight guy! fucking messy... what if ashley hears? would she even accept it?

andrew won't act too different around [reader] when he's around his girlfriend. as far as anyone can tell, andrew and [reader] are good friends, close bros, etc. however, [reader]'s girlfriend can't help but to feel like she's... somehow third wheeling their time together. andrew makes sure to include her here and there to avoid too much suspicion but he's still mainly focused on [reader]. but be sure-- SO FUCKING SURE-- that andrew is keeping his fingers in [reader]'s belt loops. i can also see him brushing his feet against [reader]'s under the table, cause i think it's cute :3

andrew would treat [reader]'s girlfriend... normally, i guess? like how he would treat julia before dating her or how he'd treat a friend. though, i think he would flex his knowledge about [reader] when able to. oh, she getting you something to eat? well he tells her that [reader] prefers this type of food instead of that. she's talking about a show or book? well he and [reader] watched/read something similar like that and, well, you get it. i've seen a lot of analysis about andrew's love or the way he loves ashley being sort of all consuming and i HEAVILY fuck with that. he's such a fucking romantic, he would definitely tell [reader] romantic/love poems and like... maybe even hold hands hehe!

this as cute to answer, i hope it did it justice to you, 'nonnie!!

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coff-in