#holy shit mum I saw the heaven

[lucifer-the-fetus-eater]

I have a few ideas!!!

Now this is long, so... Prepare to venture into the pandora's box that is my category 7 autism event.

Below the cut for sake of space !

So long it could be the colors of the sky post... just significantly more cursed because it's tf2 lore speculation.

"You've been a real monster up there. Honestly, you probably would have ended up here anyway. I feel silly that we even bothered with a contract."

-The Devil on pg. #209 of TF Comics #6

The Devil himself called The Medic a monster. And honestly, I doubt he's far off.

Kill count alone can't be enough to get someone into Hell. As we saw, Sniper and Scout got into Heaven. It's not explicitly stated what gets one into Heaven or Hell in the TF2 universe. All we have to go off of is implication.

Sniper and Scout are paid killers. This is widely considered by humanity to be pretty damn immoral. But here's the thing. They're killers who kill killers. They're paid to kill people who also kill.

"But you left a lot of rotten @#$%s down there that need killin'." "Yer mum's right. A professional wouldn't quit when there's still more work to be done."

-Sniper's parents on pg. #61 of TF Comics #5: Old Wounds

By "rotten @#$%s" I'm going to assume Sniper's mother is talking about other paid killers; mercenaries. I believe Heaven operates on grey moral principles in this universe. Yes, Sniper's killing people... but he's not killing innocent people.

It's similar for Scout (ignoring the Mall Santa Training Facility incident for just a moment...) I don't think it's mentioned or shown anywhere that Scout has explicitly murdered an innocent person. Sure, he's been an asshole. But based on God's behavior, I don't think that's enough to bar him from Heaven either. I mean-- regardless of what Scout has done, God does state that he's His gift to women... So I don't think God is the best person either. (Honestly, God is biased and must have ignored the Mall Santa Training Facility incident all together.)

"Aw, come on, God. Don't destroy humanity. They're good people at heart. Just a buncha dum-dums tryin' their best."

-The Scout on pg. #180 of TF Comics #6: The Naked and the Dead. (Holy shit, I can't believe Scout of all people had to convince God not to smite everybody.)

So it seems God is a little forgiving when it comes to letting people into Heaven. (And... He's also just kind of a douche.) In that case... What does it mean when The Devil Himself tells Medic he probably would've ended up in Hell anyway?

Now this is definitely my own perspective, but...

There are fates worse than death.

The act of ending someone's life, while cruel, isn't... the worst you can do. That would be torture-- prolonged suffering. Unethical medical experimentation would certainly be one of those things.

In Meet the Medic, while Medic is telling Heavy the story of how he lost his medical license, he specifically says "When the patient woke up..." implying the patient survived the procedure. Maybe this is conjecture. It's possible that the medic was being sarcastic. But what if he wasn't?

Not only did he steal a man's entire skeleton, the patient might've just survived the procedure. The Medic was able to preserve BLU Spy's severed head in his refrigerator. Who's to say he didn't find a way to keep somebody alive without a skeleton? In real life, you can't survive without your skeleton. But... I mean... the TF2 universe is full of science fiction crap that isn't all that realistic. We also wouldn't know how long he could've survived without the skeleton. Could've been anywhere from hours to years. (This is a wildly different case from real life, but I this reminded me of the case of Hisashi Ouchi, who received a lethal dose of radiation in 1999 during a criticality accident. He survived for 83 days after the ordeal with drastic medical intervention. Why I started thinking about it is because the man's bone marrow was utterly destroyed, so his body couldn't regenerate new cells. Something to consider when thinking about the logistics of somebody surviving without their skeleton. Ok I'm getting distracted-- discretion advised if you decide to look that up. It's genuinely horrific. Can't emphasize that enough.)

There's also the whole brain-inside-a-pumpkin deal. Yes, the victim was a criminal; a mugger, to be specific. Sure, he wasn't the best person in life. But does that mean he deserved to have his brain meticulously cut out and relegated to being trapped inside of a pumpkin?? I'll go out on a limb here and say that's some I Have No Mouth and I must Scream bullshit. I mean... He can still talk, but... Outside of that and think, not much else. That's terrifying. I'd even say, the skeleton-lacking patient probably experienced something similar if he survived and only had some rudimentary structure to keep his body's structure. (Sidenote: The Engineer was an accomplice in the sentient pumpkin debacle... just throwing that out there...)

With incidents like the baboon uteruses, the uber-heart transplant, and Sniper's resurrection also in mind, we can establish that Medic has a clear pattern of behavior. That being... He likes to experiment on people. Not always for their benefit. (He's no stranger to experimenting on himself, either. He does state that he surgically grafted 8 other souls into his own. In the game, he can receive the benefits of übercharge. Oh, can't forget The Second Opinion or Medimedes cosmetics. Depends on whether you consider those canon or not.)

"...the Medic considers healing a generally unintended side effect of satisfying his own morbid curiosity."

-Medic's bio on the official TF2 Website

I sincerely doubt, in the Medic's approximately fifty years of existence, these are the only experiments he's conducted. They're the only ones mentioned or shown, but I sincerely believe he's got a whole undepicted track record of doing whatever the hell he wants with those unfortunate enough to find themselves on his operating table. It's no wonder he'd end up in Hell with or without a soul-binding deal.

Given the Devil's statement about feeling silly that they even bothered with a contract, I doubt it was his "corruption" that influenced Medic to behave the way he does.

"Well. You're a clever man. You tempted me once, after all. I'm sure you'll figure out a way to trick me out of my other eight souls."

-Medic on pg. #220 of TF Comics #6.

Medic does admit he was tempted by the Devil's proposition. But I believe he was appealing to the Devil's ego here. He even says "I'm sure you'll figure out a way to trick me out of my other eight souls." This doesn't read genuinely. In the next frame, he immediately jumps to mentioning the Devil's "lovely looking pen." He then proceeds to further imply that the Devil could "trick" him out of another soul with it.

The devil looks confused, bamboozled, even. The Medic is walking away all smug like this:

"Ohhhh, what have I done? See, you're well on your way! I don't like my chances."

-The Medic on pg. #225 of TF Comic #6.

This is definitely sarcasm. I'm gonna go ahead and say I don't think the Devil tempted Medic at all. Rather, Medic was the one who tempted the Devil.

The circumstances regarding Medic's first meeting with the Devil are debatable. I could definitely concoct some theories as to what might've happened, but for now I'll conserve some mental energy and process that later.

Medic's procedures are not only unethical, but extremely difficult to execute. One might say, even impossible.

"Please. I am a doctor. You will not die on my table. I'll just kill you here."

-Medic on pg. #101 of TF Comic #6.

Alright. This doesn't prove anything. But it did give me an idea... One could even say... a headcannon... [lightning crash]

What if Medic used his deal with the Devil to decrease the mortality rate of his patients?

Medic's experiments can be very drastic. He kind of just does whatever the hell he wants and gets away with it. It's possible that perhaps somewhere in the clauses of his contract with the Devil, it's explicitly written that his patients "Can't die on his table." Meaning whatever he does to them can't kill them outright.

Or, alternatively, to preserve the idea that Medic is very skilled on his own, the Devil provided him access to ✨forbidden knowledge✨... Such as some visceral idea as to the inner workings of the universe. Some divine... or cursed inclination as to the ingredients for life. No doubt it took him a while to figure out how exactly to use that knowledge. Memorizing a book doesn't make you a rocket scientist until you put that knowledge into practice.

It's nothing the Medic could ever explain. It's like instinct, it's just something he's aware of. That's why he can take a man's skeleton and leave him living (allegedly.) Why he can remove a delicate brain and put it in a pumpkin. And with some engineering expertise at his beck and call, keep that little shit alive.

The Medic isn't magic.

He just knows things nobody else does.

Alright yeah I think that's all. Unless there was something substantial I forgot to consider. Likely because by this point I'm exhausted.

Except I need to circle back for a moment because I forgot to explain what I meant by the Medic tempted the Devil. So. Quick Encore:

I think, perhaps, the Medic proposed an additional clause in their deal. He'd be allowed to handle souls. He claimed he'd use this ability to send more of them to Hell. Collect them... sort of like the soul gargoyle... and ferry them off to the Devil somehow. It just so happens being able to handle souls also makes it so you're able to interact with them in other ways, too. For example... Surgically grafting them.

And that's not something the Devil considered.

Hey, remember when TF2 comics were a thing, and there was this great scene of medic bargaining with the Devil?

Well in that scene there's this particular line which got me wondering.

First -: How likely is it that medic only went to hell for selling his soul? I mean scout and sniper went to heaven and they for sure killed more people, Scout even blew up a Santa training facility , which I'm fairly certain is terrorism. And sniper's whole thing is killing people and he's proud of it.

Meanwhile while medic did probably kill some people, it's not likely that it's more than these two. His biggest crimes are stealing a skeleton, stealing a brain and stuffing it in a pumpkin, and stealing 8 souls from other mercs, and all victims of these crimes survived, sooo...

The other thing it got me wondering... What exactly did he sold his soul for? And here I don't really have an answer, immortality clearly isn't that since he did, well, die, in order for this scene to happen. Talent or intelligence ? Doesn't sit right, I mean it implies that he didn't worked for his achievement , or even worse that he's so immortal only because da devil corrupted him, and that just stinks. So I'd like to hear your ideas if you got any.

[grumbo-my-beloved]

Not enough grumbo content.

Take these incorrect quotes.

(it's very long)

Grian: I’m in love with you.

Mumbo: We called off the prank war last night at midnight, dork.

Grian: I know.

Mumbo: Ah. Okay. Um. Cool. Neat. Very cool. Cool. Cool. Coolcoolcool-

Grian: This date is boring!

Mumbo: This isnt a date. I said I was going to the store.

Grian: Then why did you invite me?

Mumbo: I didn't, I specifically said "don't come with me" then you said "fuck you Mumbo, I'll do whatever I want!"

Mumbo: Did it hurt when you fell-

Grian: From heaven? Wow, I didn’t think you were such a flirt-

Mumbo: No, I meant when you fell down the stairs.

Grian: ...

Mumbo: You just laid there for 15 minutes.

Grian: My future partner must be brave, strong, intelligent, successful and organized.

Mumbo: *steps on a caterpillar and proceeds to drop to their knees and sob while apologizing profusely*

Grian: That one. I want that one.

Grian: Okay, I’m going to get the wedding cake.

Mumbo: Perfect, while you do that I’ll check on the ring bear.

Grian: ...

Grian: You mean ring bearER, right?

Mumbo: ...

Grian: Look me in the eyes and tell me you are not going to bring a dangerous wild animal to our wedding.

Grian: I owe you one.

Mumbo: That’s ok. You can just date me and we’ll call it even.

Mumbo: I fell—

Grian: From heaven?

Mumbo: No, I literally fell—

Grian: In love with me the moment you saw me?

Mumbo: MY ARM IS BROKEN!

Grian: Okay, but do you think I'm pretty? Be honest.

Mumbo: Are we fighting or flirting?

Grian: I'm pinning you against a wall with my hand around your neck-

Mumbo: Your point?

Grian: So... what would you do if you were in bed with me?

Mumbo: Depends. Is your bed comfortable?

Grian: Yes?

Mumbo: I'd sleep.

Mumbo: I still have no idea how I’m attracted to you...

Grian: Yeah, well, you’re stuck with me, and no take backs, honey.

Grian: I feel like doing something stupid.

Mumbo: I’m stupid, do me.

Mumbo: You have to apologize to them Grian.

Grian: Fine! But I must warn you that this might make me a better, nicer person and that is NOT the man you fell in love with!

Scar: So, why don’t you go talk to Mumbo?

Grian, sarcastically: Oh. Yeah, sure.

Scar: What? So you go tell him he's cute, what’s the worst that could happen?

Grian: He could hear me.

Mumbo: When you said 'Magic in Bed', I wasn't expecting this...

Grian: *pulls out card from deck* Now, was this your card?

Mumbo: Holy moly-

Grian: Mumbo is playing hard to get.

Grian: Little do they know, I'm a master at playing hard to get rid of.

Grian: Let’s watch Sharkboy and Lavagirl.

Mumbo: Okay.

Grian: And make out during the scary parts.

Mumbo: Th-

Mumbo: The scary parts.

Mumbo: Of Sharkboy and Lavagirl.

Mumbo: Ugh, crushes are so dumb.

Grian: I know. Whenever I’m near the person I like I just start acting stupid.

Mumbo: But you’re always acting stupid?

Grian: ...

Grian: Yeah, don’t think about that too hard.

Grian: *seductively takes off glasses*

Grian: Wow...

Mumbo: *blushes* Haha... what?

Grian: You're really fucking blurry.

Grian: Relationships should be 50/50. Mumbo cooks us dinner while I sit on the kitchen counter looking pretty.

Grian: Valentine’s day is just a consumerist holiday that holds no real value other than drive people insane buying heart shaped chocolates for their significant others and pos-

Mumbo: I wrote you a poem.

Grian, already crying: You did?

Grian: I think I'm falling for you.

Mumbo: Then get up.

Grian: I’ve been dropping them the most insanely obvious hints for like a year now. No response.

Mumbo: Wow. They sound stupid.

Grian: But they’re not. They’re really smart actually. Just dense.

Mumbo: Maybe you need to be more obvious? Like, I don’t know… “Hey! I love you!”

Grian: I guess you’re right. Hey Mumbo, I love you.

Mumbo: See! Just say that!

Grian: Holy fucking shit.

Mumbo: If that flies over their head then, sorry Grian, but they're too dumb for you.

Grian: Mumbo.

Grian: Are you trying to seduce me?

Mumbo: Why, are you seducible?

Grian: I don't need to go to bed. I'm not tired, I'll be fine.

Mumbo: But, darling, I'll be so lonely without you. Come curl up in my arms so I can feel whole again.

Grian: O-oh. Well. Are you trying to seduce me into healthy sleeping patterns??

Mumbo: Is it working?

Mumbo: The first time I saw you, you stole my heart.

Grian: But I'm a kleptomaniac, so that doesn't mean anything.

Grian: Just a minute. I need to go take out the trash.

Mumbo: Oh. We're going out?

Grian: Wh...

Mumbo: Are you ready to commit?

Grian: Like, a crime or a relationship?

Grian: We both look very handsome tonight.

Mumbo: You know, if you'd just said that I looked handsome, I would have said, "So do you."

Grian: I couldn't take that chance.

Grian: Can you cut me some slack, Mumbo? I’m sort of in love.

Mumbo: I’m sorry, but that’s really not my problem.

Grian: I’m in love with you.

Mumbo: *blushes* Oh. That brings me in the loop a little.

Mumbo: Do you want to know your gay name?

Grian: My... my gay name?

Mumbo: Yeah, it's your first name-

Grian: Haha. Very funny Mumbo-

Mumbo: *gets down on one knee* And my last name.

Grian: Oh- oh my god.

Grian: Two brooooos!

Mumbo: Chillin' in a hot tub!

Grian: Five feet apart 'cause we're not gay!

Mumbo:

Grian:

Mumbo: *tearing up*

Grian: Babe, c'mon...

Mumbo: AND HERE YOU REALLY HAD ME THINKING WE HAD SOMETHING.

Grian: Babe...

Mumbo, sweating: Grian, there’s something I need to ask you-

Grian: Finally! You’re proposing!

Mumbo: How’d you know?

Grian: Mumbo, you’ve dropped the ring five times during dinner.

Grian: I even picked it up once.

These last ones imply nsfw, so if you don't wanna see that, scroll on by real fast.

Grian: Bro-

Mumbo: No, no, hold up, rewind.

Mumbo: My tongue was down in your throat just a second ago and now you're calling me bro??

Mumbo: Sorry I’m late, I was doing things.

Grian: Hi, I’m ‘things’.

Mumbo: I like your new trousers!

Grian: Thanks, they were 50% off!

Mumbo: I’d like them better if they were 100% off. *winks*

Grian: The store can’t just give away clothes for free.

Mumbo: Thats’s… not what I meant.

Grian: That’s a terrible way to run a business, Mumbo.

Mumbo: You know my motto: carpe diem, carpe noctem, carpe coles.

Grian: Seize the day, seize the night, what’s the last one?

Mumbo: Seize the dick.

Mumbo: Bro, I had a dream we fucked.

Grian: Bro, relax it was just a dream.

Mumbo: Yeah, I wouldn’t fuck you.

Grian: You wouldn’t?

Mumbo: I mean, unless you want to-

Grian: Do you know why I called you in here?

Mumbo: Because I accidentally sent you a dick pic.

Grian: *Stops pouring two glasses of wine.* Accidentally?

Grian: Talk dirty to me, baby~

Mumbo: The dishes.

Grian: Wh-

Mumbo: They’ve been there for 4 days and it’s your turn to wash them. You still haven’t cleaned them and I have asked you to do so several times.

Mumbo: Look, last night was a mistake.

Grian: A sexy mistake.

Mumbo: No, just a regular mistake.

Mumbo: Wow, Grian, you want to hold my hand before marriage? How awfully lewd of you.

Grian: We literally slept together yesterday.

Mumbo: That's NOTHING compared to the lewdness of holding hands.

Mumbo: As top in this relationship, I think we should-

Grian: I can't believe you're pulling rank on me.

[queeenpersephone]

Hello! I’d love to see what you have written for the Good Omens/Doctor Who story! ☺️

yay! okay this is literally just copy/pasted from my doc for this fic (about 2k), so the plot probably won’t be obvious but hopefully it’s still enjoyable to read! i just don’t think i’m ever gonna finish it because i never finished good omens

without further ado...

take it up with the badlands

summary: If he wants her to stay, he’ll have to fight those who shaped the universe. And they could, he knows. He is an immortal demon, no longer bent to the will of heaven or hell. She is the Bad Wolf, Goddess of Time and Space, capable of feats even he can barely imagine. That’s not even in question. The question is: would she ever actually want to stay with him?

Deep down, Crowley knows the answer. And it’s not a happy one. 

The white haired man looks her up and down, a mask of evaluation on his face, before grimacing in distaste. “Oh, I suppose I know why you’re here,” he announces when he has finished deducing. “Wish you people would leave him alone,” he adds under his breath.

Rose just smiles, playing along. Maybe the man this man speaks of is someone who can help her - the reason Bad Wolf sent her here. “Sorry, can I just wait for him here, then?” She twists one of the hoops in her ears, giving the bookseller a bright grin.

Instead of looking reassured, the gentleman looks even more unsettled. 

-

“I've been working on this top secret project for years now,” she tells them. “The Dimension Cannon - supposed to get me back to my proper universe. Only, someone noticed I wasn’t aging that quick, so they somehow got my blood from my files and ran some tests. Still don’t know what they found, but a couple days later my stepdad was deposed. He only had the resources to get my mum and my little brother to a safe house before they killed him.” She swallows hard. “I was tortured for about four months.”

Aziraphale murmurs a sympathetic “oh dear!” but makes no move to comfort her. Crowley tries to refrain from rolling his eyes: angels have a great sense of empathy, but really know shit about showing it.

“Anyway, I escaped. Been on the run for a month or so - saw something in your window that made me think this was a safe place.” Something in her eyes tells Crowley that she won’t tell them what it was, not yet. “I figure something about this universe makes me age slower, but they thought I was alien. After all the crazy shit that’s happened in the last decade, they felt betrayed, I guess.”

Crowley shrugs. “You are, though.”

Rose starts. “What?”

“You’re an alien,” Crowley clarifies unhelpfully.

Aziraphale takes over. “What Crowley is trying to say, my dear, is that you are neither angel nor demon, but you are an immortal. Quite a powerful one, I sense.”

Rose’s jaw nearly hits the floor. 

-

“Well, love,” Crowley drawls, “seeing as you’re probably going to be here awhile, you might as well come for drinks.” He drapes a loose arm over her shoulder, leading her out the door as Aziraphale closes up shop behind them.

“Are you tempting right now?” Rose teases, but he can see the shock and pain that still hide behind those golden eyes. Crowley’s never had mortal attachments, and he’s not the type to be empathetic, but he still acknowledges that it must be difficult. He’s only known this newly immortal human for an hour, but he can already see how strong she is. “‘Cause I’d rather have a friend,” she admits.

Crowley, thankfully, is saved from responding by Aziraphale’s gentle hand on Rose’s shoulder. “Ah, my dear, I’m quite sure we’ll get along splendidly! My demon friend here is slower to trust, but he’ll come around.”

“Oi, right here,” Crowley grumbles, but he manages a soft smirk at Rose as they stride off to their favorite bar. He’ll get to the bottom of this anomaly if it kills him. 

-

To Crowley, Rose is a walking contradiction.

She has a dark sense of humor and a penchant for danger and trouble, with a generally mischievous air that Crowley has always associated with demons. Yet, her staunch sense of right and wrong and blinding optimism could only belong to an angel. Well, Aziraphale, at least. The rest of the lot are right bastards. 

And she’s so far out of the rest of the humans’ league that she might as well be in another universe.

From one, Crowley mentally corrects. Then he wonders when this little goddess-human prototype began to take up so much space in his conscious thought. The space usually reserved for good tea and terrorizing plants and tight jeans - now filled up with thoughts about Rose Tyler’s bright laugh and bad jokes and uncertain fate. 

-

“There’s something you’re not telling us, love,” Crowley observes.

“Yeah,” she admits, a soft blush blooming on her cheeks. “Well, I guess it doesn’t matter, does it? I trust you.” Crowley makes an impatient shooing motion with his hands. “Yeah, okay, so in my universe, I sort of absorbed the time vortex? Long story short, I controlled all of Time for a few minutes - the Doctor said I would’ve burned, but he took it out of me.” Rose shrugs. “Anyway, the torture I went through.. that’s how I discovered I can kinda… control it, I guess.”

“Control it?” Crowley leans forward into her space, taking his hands out of his pockets.

Rose gestures around. “It’d be easier if I showed you - Aziraphale, do you have anything in the shop you’re not attached to?”

Crowley nearly loses it at his friend’s offended and very concerned expression. Oh, this girl is only proving herself to be more and more precious. 

-

“You’re God, huh?” Rose knows, gazing intently at the shadowy figure in the corner of her dream.

The figure straightens, but Rose still can’t make out any singular feature. It’s a woman, surely, but nothing else. “Bad Wolf, you do not belong in this universe,” God says, and Rose rolls her eyes.

“Took ya kind of long to figure that out, yeah?” 

God shrugs. “We couldn’t decide where you fit in with the Plan. And now We’ve decided you don’t fit, so We are sending you back.”

Rose's heart jumps at these words. “Back?” she stutters, “to the Doctor?”

“That’s what you want, isn’t it?”

Rose squints at Her. “You’re not doing it out of the kindness of your heart though, are ya?” God is silent, and then Rose knows. “You’re afraid,” she realizes. “You’re afraid of the Big Bad Wolf.”

“We have no fear,” God says, but it is like She is shouting in Rose’s head.

Rose’s eyes flash gold. “I take your atoms…”

“ENOUGH.” 

Rose wakes sweaty and exhilarated to the sweetest sound she has ever heard. To the sound of the TARDIS. 

-

Crowley takes one look at the Doctor and the way he holds Rose’s hand, keeping her slightly behind him in a completely unnecessary protective stance that fires up Crowley’s indignation - he left her, he left her, he has no right to protect her - before shoving him up against the wall in a chokehold. If Rose hadn’t been panicking about the possibility of them killing each other, she would probably be a little turned on. The man she’s loved for years and the demon that made her smile again, both with the body and face of her dreams? It’s probably a good thing she’d only ever think about that possibility in hindsight. 

“I fell,” Crowley growls, “through ash and fire. All for pride. Rose Tyler, all annoyingly empathetic and stupidly optimistic and fucking brilliant that she is - she helped me find peace. And that makes things very simple. If you hurt her, if she feels one ounce of pain that you had it in your power to prevent, I will fall to God’s feet and beg forgiveness for my sins just to travel between universes and rain hellfire down upon you.” His words have the same, ancient feel to them as the Doctor’s, the same cadence as holy scripture, as absolute truth, and Rose shivers. His voice is so low and heated that when she steps close between them and lays a hand on his chest to push him off the Doctor, even she can barely hear it. “And I’m quite good at that,” he adds, smirking down at Rose, who shakes her head at him with a soft smile on her face. 

“It’s been a ride, gentlemen,” Rose says, sparing Aziraphale a friendly nod before gazing up at Crowley. “Thank you.” She rubs the fabric of the henley over Crowley’s heart, and he groans in frustration.

“C’mon, love,” he tries, “look at him! I’m sure I can give you at least twice as many orgasms.” Rose giggles, used to Crowley’s brand of humor, but doesn’t miss the sharp noise that the Doctor makes behind her. “I’ll make you see heaven,” he promises, but she can tell by his eyes that he already knows her answer.

The Doctor moves up behind her, twining an arm around her and pressing his palm to her stomach. “And with me, she’ll see stars,” his voice is low and dark, and Rose knows that they need to get onto the TARDIS before a full out brawl occurs in front of her. 

So she takes the Doctor’s hand from her stomach, pressing a kiss to the back of it before shooing him back to the TARDIS. He goes, but he watches Crowley with sharp eyes.

“You’re better than you believe, yeah?” she whispers to the demon in front of her, cupping his cheek gently. “If I was meant to be here, in this universe, I’d be the one to show it to you. So you just gotta get back out there and find this universe’s match for you. I know they’re out there.” Her eyes dart to Aziraphale for a moment, wondering if something might eventually come from that. There’s history there, and they have the rest of eternity to figure it out. “Rely on your best friend, yeah?” She adds, wondering if a hint could turn into a catalyst.

“Rose-” Crowley begins hoarsely, before Rose dives her fingers into his ginger hair and pulls his lips down to meet hers. 

It’s a soft, chaste peck, nothing like that drunken night, but the possibilities hit them both like a freight train. It’s not hard to imagine their endless days: going for drinks with Aziraphale, lounging at his bookshop, Rose following his angry rants at his plants with a soft touch to their leaves, Crowley tempting ordinary humans into sin and Rose tempting Crowley into bed. In fact, it’s easy, and when Rose feels the hint of tears at the corners of her eyes, she pulls away. “Bye, love,” she murmurs, borrowing his nickname before giving him a quick squeeze. His arms don’t have time to come around her before she is walking back to the Doctor, who brushes his lips against her forehead before she walks past him and into the TARDIS. 

Crowley ignores the lump in his throat, but before he can walk away, a low tenor stops him. 

“I’m the last of my kind,” the Doctor is saying, eyes dark and intent. “I’m the killer of my kind. I’ve spent my life trying to do the best thing for the universe, but rest assured, I’ll now be doing the best thing for Rose. Forever.”

Crowley nods in agreement with this promise, before letting a smile quirk at his lips. “Have you considered whether she’ll let you?” He asks.

The Doctor grins full on at this. “Oh,” he says, stepping into his transdimensional blue box. “I can see why she liked you.”

With a groan and wheeze, the Bad Wolf disappears from this universe. God is satisfied, but Crowley sets out to get really, really drunk.

He won’t stop living, though, he refuses to disappoint his Rose like that. No, he’ll find his match.

After a few bottles of Scotch. 

-

“Did you love him?” The Doctor asks quietly, weeks later, when they have regained some sense of stability.

If she had been the same person she was when she started traveling with him, she might’ve lied. Been afraid to disturb the peace, the delicate tightrope that she and the Doctor always seem to balance on. But now, Rose is different. She understands relationships, understands love and trust and commitment, a little better. She knows the Doctor would never leave her, never let her leave unless he was absolutely sure it would truly make her happy. They’ve already hashed it all out, amongst tears and rage and late night nibbles, sitting at the foot of the TARDIS’ doors and dangling their feet into the cosmos. After everything they’ve been through, honesty comes easy.

“I could’ve,” she admits. She saves the waxing poetic, the memories of the dark quips and burning hugs and blunt speech, for their next visit with Jack. She’ll be honest with the Doctor, but she won’t set out to hurt him. “He’s a good man- demon, I mean,” she corrects. “Misunderstood and angry at the universe. He deserves a love that didn’t already promise someone else forever.” The Doctor reaches over, twining their fingers together. “And I’d never regret that promise, yeah?”

“Good,” the Doctor whispers, tugging her close. “Cause that’s how long you’re gonna stay with me.”

[morgan-n-cheese-91]

Rant while I’m watching

This is all season 10 the end of 9 and the begninng of 11? I think. This is copied from a chat of mine so I’m not gonna deal with the times. Please just read around them.

WAIT![7:54 PM]BITCH NO YOU CAN"T KILL CAS BITCH FUCKING NO[7:55 PM]OH SHIT[7:55 PM]OH SHIT[7:55 PM]Dean just made allllllll the mirrors frost[7:55 PM]that's nnot fucking good[7:59 PM]CAS WATCHED STAR WARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  Ok Sam has stopped pretending he's not scared of shit. You can clearly see the fear in his eyes now. And frankly it amazing.[11:14 PM]That sounds horrible[11:16 PM]but I'm more saying that more about Jared's acting skills.  ma dude.[11:20 PM]Sam[11:20 PM]Bro[11:21 PM]Dude[11:21 PM]nah[11:21 PM]nah Sam was complaining about Dean liking killing these vampires to much[11:24 PM]JODY IS A QUEEN AND SHE IS A GREAT MOM! TRY AND PROVE ME WRONG YOU WILL FAIL!  IS that a monster club?!?!?!?!?!?![11:27 PM]Could you settle for JB's? Was that a were shapeshifter battle?  My dude your as dead as your gf your gonna bleed out[11:29 PM]shush  MONSTER TURF WARS[11:50 PM]MONSTER MOFIEA[11:50 PM]I CAN"T FUCKING SPELL[11:52 PM]"Godfather with fangs."[11:52 PM]uh yea[11:55 PM]FUCKING SWEEDY TOD! Dean I know your bf is in a comanding roll and you think that's hot but please stop hitting on him[12:15 AM]Dam Dean.[12:15 AM]The King is back in town the king is back in town.[12:15 AM]THE King is BACK in town[12:21 AM]To the King and Queen of hell:[12:21 AM]Are we in heaven?[12:22 AM]You must be angels[12:22 AM]wow[12:24 AM]Crowley sold his soul for a longer dick[12:24 AM]pfft-[12:24 AM]I-[12:25 AM]I can't-[12:25 AM]I-[12:25 AM]OMG DUDE WHAT THE FUCK![12:25 AM]HAHAHAAAAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHH!!!!!!!!!!!!![12:26 AM]his son is so disaponted[12:30 AM]Dam Crowley's son got flame[12:30 AM]holy shit   Dean I swear to god you go all Lord of the Rings on this motherfucking blade I will pull a Tony Stark and take it way.[12:52 AM]Is this the Cas is a little girl episode?[12:55 AM]or not  I'm laughing at Metron's discribtion of Cas[12:59 AM]Dean shush[1:01 AM]Dean Cas are having a domistic[1:01 AM]and Sam's trying to medate[1:08 AM]We hate men like you[1:08 AM]He's your Leader's bf  who's a little off his rocker right now so shush[1:10 AM]Dean like the Fiddler on the roof[1:10 AM]It's canon[1:12 AM]Why is 6 afraid of 7?[1:12 AM]Cas: Prime number?????[1:12 AM]Sam: The fuck? that's like a 2nd grade riddle[1:13 AM]CAS KNOWS LOTRS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!![1:15 AM]SENSEBLE SHOES![1:16 AM][1:20 AM]Heaven: Your lame spring fling  Cas is dead[1:29 AM]Cas is sooooo[1:29 AM]Dead[1:30 AM]R I P[1:30 AM]Punish him[1:30 AM]Both Cas and Dean go WHAT?[1:31 AM]WHAT! OMG OMFG[1:32 AM]Pfft-[1:32 AM]Oop[1:32 AM]Rip Dean[1:34 AM]He's in love[1:34 AM]with "humanity"[1:35 AM]Thanos quoted Metatron  God Fucking dam it Dean  Dean will be glad to know that the Cubs finally win[2:12 AM]Fuck you died again Dean[2:14 AM]"you put on the flag of heaven..."[2:14 AM]Nah he put on the pan flag and then rekt y'all[2:17 AM]Dean's dead for what the 809th time?[2:17 AM]He'll be back[2:17 AM]Time will tell[2:18 AM]Sam he's fucking dead[2:18 AM]D E A D[2:18 AM]But he'll be back[2:19 AM]Chuck can't answer the phone right now[2:21 AM]ok ngl the blade doesn't really look real. It's looks like a prop[2:21 AM]Also[2:22 AM]WHAT THE EVER LOVING FUCK DEAN?![2:22 AM]HUH?[2:22 AM]YOU THOUGHT THAT WAS A GOOD FUCKING IDEA?[2:22 AM]NO[2:22 AM]NOT A GOOD FUCKING IDEA[2:22 AM]DUMB[2:23 AM]Ok the way they played the opening of season 10 boi that was good[2:23 AM]OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo[2:23 AM]New title card[2:24 AM]Ok so I saw this somewhere but[2:25 AM]Soulless Sam, Crazy Cas, and Demon Dean, (why the fuck are all these allterations?) all at the same time would have been a riot[2:26 AM]Cas has a cold[2:27 AM]Did I just get a read suggestion for Spn x male instert, twice in a row?[2:27 AM]YES! YES I DID![2:33 AM]THe look of relisation[2:35 AM]Cas drives like a grandma[2:36 AM]He got hannah carsick[2:36 AM]and now is also dying so[2:39 AM]Sam's gonna murder Crowley and Dean[2:39 AM]Slowly[2:39 AM]and painfully[2:40 AM]If Sam exrosised Dean? What would happen?[2:40 AM]Would he just drop his body?[2:41 AM]Or would he just straight up die?[2:44 AM]How do they keep the knives up their sleeves without stabbing themselves[2:49 AM]Dean your a fucking slut yes  Sam stays quiet.[1:15 PM]Gets punch[1:16 PM]grunts[1:16 PM]"Proof of life,"[1:17 PM]OMG[1:17 PM]OMG[1:18 PM]20 y/o Dean[1:18 PM]yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!![1:18 PM]He looks so young[1:22 PM]Ignore me just skipping all the like odd sexual sences because either they're weird or I'm very embarressed by them[1:26 PM]cas is about to fall asleep behind the wheel and crash[1:31 PM]Cas is asleep on the couch  Words hurt[1:45 PM]YOU DON'T GET TO SAY SHIT  Hahahahahahahaha[1:55 PM]Omg[1:56 PM]Smoke bombb[1:56 PM]Sam has an asmatha attack[1:56 PM]Dean just looks at him[1:56 PM]like WEAK[1:57 PM]This is payback[1:57 PM]THis is dumb[1:58 PM]YES![1:58 PM]THE PRINCESS BRIDE![1:59 PM]just heals[1:59 PM]Sam just shows up and mauls him with holy water[2:03 PM]Where the fuck did you bring him Sam[2:03 PM]What is this?[2:03 PM]HAHAHAHAAHAHAAHAHAW[2:05 PM]Garilla man gorilla man[2:09 PM]It's DEPRESSION DEAN but he's more homosidal  You went to fa[2:37 PM]*You went to far[2:44 PM]The music is like the Skywalker theme[2:47 PM]Lets play a high stakes game of hide and seek in the bunker[2:52 PM]HERE'S DEAN![2:54 PM]You don't want to play hide and seek anymore?[2:55 PM]Heal by hug[2:55 PM]-Cas[2:56 PM]Lillo and Stich?[2:56 PM]No[2:56 PM]Ey! IT WORKED[2:56 PM]IT WORKED[2:56 PM]IT WORKED!!!!!!!!!!!!![2:58 PM]Good plan Sam[3:01 PM]WEREWOLVES OF LONDON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!![3:01 PM]AHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO![3:01 PM]AHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO![3:05 PM]Bitcoin[3:06 PM]Obama[3:06 PM]the ice caps  Did I just skip a whole episode to avoid the cringe fuck yea[4:10 PM]The two of them with cougers is the funniest thing  Ask Jeeves?[4:21 PM]More like Knives out[4:25 PM]I'm lactose intolerant[4:25 PM]Sam nice[4:25 PM]nice[4:30 PM]These ladies.[4:30 PM]Complaining about dating this guy who's 'ugly' But has an island.(edited)[4:31 PM]but thristing over Sam.[4:31 PM]Who's like I live out of my car[4:31 PM]it's not even my car[4:32 PM]It's by brother's[4:37 PM]"Not to mention Homosexuals"[4:38 PM]Don't mind me just DYING![4:38 PM]omg[4:38 PM]THE FLANNEL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!![4:45 PM]Dean shush[4:45 PM]your fine she's dead[4:50 PM]The snap of someone's neck sounds like a torilla chip  Cas what did you do to Jimmy?[5:14 PM]I'm sorry your kinda hot but I don't like you Hannah[5:15 PM]Hannah just dropped her vessel[5:15 PM]rip[5:22 PM]ok sometimes I feel like I care more about the car then they do  Crowley's mum?[5:30 PM]Crowley's mum[5:32 PM]The RETREAT[5:32 PM]HOW MUCH I hAVE HEARD ABOUT YOU![5:37 PM]THE 2 QUEENS![5:38 PM]Jodie's got hunting sense ON[5:38 PM]THE BOIS NO![5:38 PM]They all are gonna know y'all and blow y'all's covers no[5:40 PM]Jodie's about to comit murder[5:41 PM]dang  CAS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!![6:15 PM]YOUR VESSEL"S DAUGHTER"S IN TROUBLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!![6:16 PM]Claire's about to murder your ass[6:17 PM]Lucifer popped your head[6:17 PM]Cas your not making this any better[6:19 PM]Yes he owns a tie[6:19 PM]No he's not gonna wear it right[6:21 PM]Missionary[6:23 PM]Claire's a vibe[6:24 PM]I'm vibing with Claire[6:27 PM]Ketchups a fruit[6:29 PM]Cas she stole your wallet[6:30 PM]EARTH GRAPHIC[6:30 PM][6:32 PM]Yes[6:32 PM]No[6:32 PM]You had to roast Sam like that[6:32 PM]Dean and you would vibe with this girl[6:32 PM]JUST VIBE![6:33 PM]IT"S A FRUIT[6:33 PM]Ask Sam[6:33 PM]dean and claire are on the same wave lenth[6:33 PM]ask sam[6:35 PM]yes[6:37 PM]You're offended over you worth in pigs?[6:39 PM]Rowna thought he was worth anything from 180-300 $[6:39 PM]and Crowley thinks he was worth any were from 300-500$[6:45 PM]He's a teddy bear and you would get along with his bf[6:47 PM]All three have been there done that[6:51 PM]Really love?[6:51 PM]I feel like that would be a stretch for y'all  Charlie's coming back!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!![7:53 PM]go get ketchup[7:53 PM]it's hell of a lot better  i like your sword char  Bad Charlie and Meh Dean is not a good combo[9:10 PM]CHARLIE JUST TOOK THE IMPALA![9:15 PM]Charlie broke his nose[9:15 PM]DAM![9:15 PM]USE THE FORSE![9:18 PM]Can we pleasse give charlie bad charlie's outfit?[9:18 PM]PLEASE?![9:18 PM]She looked so hot!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  Ok the impalas a bench seat[9:30 PM]there's a couple inches differance between the two[9:31 PM]I know from experance that my grandma and grandpa are only a little bit shorter than me but when I pratice driving by pulling out their car I feel crampted in the front seats.[9:32 PM]so either Sam's crampted the whole time[9:33 PM]or Dean has a little stretch to reach the petals[9:34 PM]Fuk dean just got taken too[9:35 PM]YO![9:35 PM]It's 13 y/o Dean[9:38 PM]Spit it out[9:39 PM]How have you lived this long?[9:39 PM]Huh'[9:39 PM]How are u 30?[9:39 PM]How are you alive?[9:44 PM]Doess teenage dean have the mark?[9:44 PM]I would think but?[9:45 PM]TOLD Y"ALL SAM GETSS SQUISHED[9:45 PM]Also Dean should not be driving he doesn't look legal  I’m watching you burn[10:03 PM]SHIT LITTLE SAMMY!!!!![10:04 PM]nvm[10:04 PM]You look amazing in a hoodie and nikes  Sam did you really use COBAIN as your name[10:16 PM]jesus dude  but they are listening to HOSTER!![10:36 PM]LIKE FUCK YEA[10:38 PM]Then they killed a guy  the impala has a crank[10:59 PM]i mean duh[10:59 PM]but  Charlie's not allowed to be dead[12:38 PM]she knew the rules and broke them  Dean's about to kill Sam but[12:45 PM]I'm laughing so hard  Don't mind me just refusing to watch 10 22 because Charlie died in 10 21 and I'm pissed[10:33 PM]like she knew the rules and broke them  I'm forcing myself to continue watching and Dean is getting pulled over[11:03 PM]I also just told him to be a lawful citzen even though you aren't[11:03 PM]and he's getting arsetted on non existent charges[11:04 PM]They found the id stash[11:04 PM]ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm[11:04 PM]dean used Freddy Mercury[11:04 PM]a known BI man as a cover[11:05 PM][11:07 PM]Sam has lured Crowley into a trap[11:07 PM]pfft[11:08 PM]Poor form even for you[11:08 PM]not my gun[11:09 PM]Petion to give Sam a hair tie[11:09 PM]Man bun that fucker man[11:10 PM]Dean's murdering a family and Sam's murdering Crowley[11:10 PM]What a world[11:11 PM]Die[11:13 PM]Bold words coming from you Sam[11:15 PM]Ginger whore[11:16 PM]Fucking Dean got captured by this fucking bitches[11:16 PM]you fucking dumbass[11:16 PM]both of you[11:17 PM]You can sorta see the camera in the relection of his eyes[11:18 PM]XXXXXDDDDDD[11:20 PM]I like that they stormed the bunker but no ones home because the ones who would be are DEAD![11:20 PM]and cas is where ever the fuck he is[11:22 PM]OH SHIT[11:23 PM]Let the bodies hit the floor Let the bodies hit the floor Let the bodies hit the floor Let the bodies hit the floor Beaten, why for Can't take much more (Here we go, here we go, here we go now) One, nothing wrong with me Two, nothing wrong with me Three, nothing wrong with me Four, nothing wrong with me One, something's got to give Two, something's got to give Three, something's got to give now Let the bodies hit the floor Let the bodies hit the floor Let the bodies hit the floor Let the bodies hit the floor Let the bodies hit the floor Let the bodies hit the floor Push me again This is the end (Here we go, here we go, here we go now) One, nothing wrong with me Two, nothing wrong with me Three, nothing wrong with me Four, nothing wrong with me One, something's got to give Two, something's got to give Three, something's got to give now Let the bodies hit the floor Let the bodies hit the floor Let the bodies hit the floor Let the bodies hit the floor Let the bodies hit the floor Let the bodies hit the floor Skin against skin, blood and bone You're all by yourself but you're not alone You wanted in and now you're here Driven by hate, consumed by fear Let the bodies hit the floor Let the bodies hit the floor Let the bodies hit the floor Let the bodies hit the floor One, nothing wrong with me Two, nothing wrong with me Three, nothing wrong with me Four, nothing wrong with me One, something's got to give Two, something's got to give Three, something's got to give now Let the bodies hit the floor Let the bodies hit the floor Let the bodies hit the floor Let the bodies hit the floor Let the bodies hit the floor Let the bodies hit the floor Hey! Come! Hey! Come! Hey! Come! Hey! Come![11:24 PM]Don't burn the bloody photo I'm begging you[11:24 PM]Crappy taste my ass[11:25 PM]hes gay[11:26 PM]Dean's gonna raise holy hell on all because you burnt the pic of Mary[11:26 PM]Bringing holy hell on y'all[11:27 PM]Your dead buddy[11:27 PM]You killed Charlie and your gonna burn one of his only pics of his mom and Bobby[11:27 PM]Your fucking dead[11:28 PM]The man is covered in your family's blood and your mocking him about his sister's death[11:28 PM]not a good idea[11:29 PM]HOW MANY NIPPLES YOU GOT BOI?[11:29 PM]ttttttwo?[11:29 PM]Good   Head shot![11:30 PM]Dean[11:30 PM]Brother[11:30 PM]blood[11:31 PM]think[11:31 PM]Don't kill the boi[11:31 PM]please[11:31 PM]what the fuck[11:31 PM]-_-[11:32 PM]he was a human[11:34 PM]you're being a dick right now[11:34 PM]he just broke cas' arm[11:35 PM]DO NOT KILL YOUR BF![11:35 PM]HRMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM[11:36 PM]wow you healed quik[11:37 PM]*quicke[11:37 PM]*quick[11:39 PM]I tend to read the summary of the up coming episodes and[11:40 PM]Shot interally from the inside of the impala[11:40 PM]Blah blah blah blah ghouls[11:42 PM]Sam hasn't completely fucked up a spell yet and Cas is an angel so[11:42 PM]you ain't either[11:43 PM]How about[11:43 PM]You give them the spell and they don't kill you[11:44 PM]I swear to god the fandom loves Baby more then they do

[daylightinathousandcuts]

Reddie oneshot - ‘Cheeks As Red As Rudolph’s Nose’

Summary: Richie buys an ugly Christmas jumper, but lies to the shop assistant and says it’s for his mum in embarrassment. Later, Richie sees the cute shop assistant again, while wearing said awful jumper.

Richie loved the idea of Christmas.

Christmas time was a happy, joyful time in which you’d see your family and friends. It seemed amazing, and it was - when you had family or friends, or even a boyfriend, it’s spend it with. But this year, Richie was alone.

He had his family, sure. But after moving out of Derry to New York to fulfil his acting career, which his family were supportive of, he was broke. And so were they. Meaning, he did not have the money to go and visit this Christmas. Be with his family.

Being alone didn't seem so bad anyways. He didn't need people to have a Christmas dinner, and he didn't need people to watch stupid Christmas movies and eat chocolate with.

He didn't need it, but he wanted it.

Taking a long, self-deprecating sigh, Richie glanced at the Christmas decorations as he stepped into his local store, Morrisons.

Deciding to not be a complete grinch and actually have involve himself in the Christmas spirit, he quickly grabbed a basket and popped a few, cheap and tacky Christmas decorations in.

And then, he saw it.

An ugly Christmas jumper, that happened to be the mouldiest shade of yellow possible. It had a bad excuse for a Christmas pudding plastered in the middle, and the designer had made the poor choice to have the pudding dripping off the jumper (when really the pudding just ended up looking like shit, literal shit).

Richie snorted, prancing over time jab at it and make some funny comments to poor shoppers walking by; when he finally touched it.

And holy shit, was this jumper soft. Running his fingers through the fabric felt like heaven.

Trying to keep his pride, Richie quickly scattered through the racks before finding his size, and throwing it in his basket. Grabbing a chocolate bar and a sandwich, he made his way over to the self-checkouts, not in the mood to talk to an overly enthusiastic cashier that day.

But it was just his luck today, because as he scanned his "ugly but looks really

comfortable" Christmas jumper, ‘Satan’s Girlfriend’, as Richie called the self scan alert; making people turn to look at Richie.

'Please place your item in the bagging area.' The voice said, and Richie groaned in annoyance.

"It's in the fucking bagging area!" Richie shouted at the self-scanner gaining him some strange looks from confused shoppers. Some glaring at him for his language.

"Do you need any help?" A quiet, timid voice said from behind him. Richie just nodded in annoyance, not even bothering to turn around and look the shop assistant in the eye.

Richie groaned, “Uh, yeah. This machine has got a major case of dumb bitch disease. It doesn’t even realise my shit is in the bagging area.” He complained, still slamming the Christmas jumper onto the bagging area repeatedly.

"Wait,” the shop assistant said, obviously a little startled by Richie’s aggressive nature. “let me help you out." The man said, and Richie turned around to face him.

And holy shit, was he cute.

Richie grinned, “Can I put you in the bagging area? Or somewhere else, if you’d like?”

The man (or angel, as Richie had just decided) only scoffed, before swiping his badge onto the self scan checkout.

He looked back up at Richie, “There, all sorted.” He said, looking down at Richie’s shopping. “tell me if-“

He paused suddenly. Richie seemed to notice a distraction so he filled the gap, “what’s the matter? Am I too beautiful to handle?”

The man glared at Richie, but it was obvious he was surpressing a smile, “seriously?” He started. “You’re buying that?” He finished, pointing at the ugly and ridiculous Christmas jumper.

Richie, for the first time ever, was lost for words.

"You know, you’re the first person I've seen buying that Christmas jumper." The shop assistant continued. “It’s the ugliest shit I’ve ever seen.”

Richie panicked and tried to think of millions of excuses, before attempting to hide his burning red cheeks and stumbling out a weak, "What?”

The shop assistant pointed down at the Christmas jumper Caspar was now stuffing into his plastic bag. "They aren't very popular, you obviously like the more...different kind of styles."

Richie shrugged, regaining his posture, "It's for my mum." He lied. "She always likes ones like the ugly ones. Makes her feel more christmassy. Do you seriously think I’d put a jumper like that, on a body like this?” He asked, jokingly running a hand on his hip.

Yes, I would, Richie thought.

The shop assistant didn’t respond, and looked slightly flustered at Richie’s action and words.

“Anyways,” Richie started. “What’s your name then, sweet cheeks?”

“Don’t call me that.” The shop assistant quickly responded. “And it’s Eddie.” He smiled.

Richie grinned in return, “Well, Ed’s, I think you’d look pretty damn cute in one of these jumpers. You’d make it work.” He commented.

“Don’t call me that either,” Eddie snapped again. “And-“

Before Eddie could finish his sentence, another one of the self scan machines went off. Eddie flashed him an apologetic grin before quickly jogging over to fix the problem.

Richie, in a moment of quick panic, payed with his contactless card and started for the exits. He felt like he was going to pass out, but, in a good way he convinced himself. Cuteness overload maybe, he thought.

He felt damn stupid walking away, but he knew he’d see him again, he’d make sure of it. But he’d be more prepared.

-

It was now Christmas Eve and Richie, like planned, was alone. He was frantically cleaning his apartment preparing for Christmas Day, even though nobody was coming over.

"Oh crap," He mumbled to himself. "I haven't brought any lunch."

He rumaged through his cupboards hoping there would be something to eat in there, anything at all. The truth was, if there was nothing in there, then he'd have to go to Morrisons. There were no restaurants or other places where he could get food nearby by walking distance.

He could have punched someone when he realised he had to go to Morrisons. Not because he hates it there, because he might bump into Eddie again. And he was terrified, he's been thinking about him since that day in the Morrisons with the self-scanner.

He was halfway to Morrisons, remembering what had happened. Firstly he ran out the store, and ran straight into the revolving doors straight after the automatic doors. He ate his chocolate bar on the way home out of worry from just meeting Eddie, and for the jumper, he was wearing it right now.

Fucking hell, he thought. He was wearing the Christmas jumper right now. In plain sight, without a coat or anything. He was too lazy to go back and get his coat or change, and not to mention absolutely starving.

There was a chance he could bump into Eddie, and he's probably going to laugh at him for his stupid Christmas jumper. And be angry at him for lying and never ever want to see him again or even breathe the same air and oh no...he was fucked.

After a few moments of waiting outside Morrisons car park planning what to do, he finally decided to turn on his ninja mode and successfully get a sandwich and bag of crisps and pay for them without being spotted by Eddie.

He put his plan into action, by firstly sprinting to the other end of the store to where all the sandwhiches were. Possibly knocking a few things down in the process, but he considered it collateral damage.

He grabbed a chicken sandwhich, and walked over to the crisps. Grabbing a packet of Salt and Vinegar, his plan seemed be turning out very successful.

Paying for it was the hard bit, because that's where Eddie was.

Cute cute cute Eddie. Who made Richie nervous in a good way. Who Richie had chickened out and walked away from in a moment of gay panic.

Richie did some kind of run-jogging thing over to the tills and placed his items down.

Eddie, to Richie’s luck, was at the self scanners. This was his best bet.

"I'm sorry sir, you need ten or more items to use the tills. Can you please take your items to the self-scanner?"

Okay so now this was his worst bet.

He nodded in defeat, and grabbed his food and tried to go over without being spotted. He placed his items down and scanned the crisps, when suddenly the lady blasted out again with the 'place your items in the bagging area.'

"Oh...shh up! I'll pay you extra money if you just be quiet-"

"Hey.” A voice said behind him. It was Eddie, of course it was.

Richie tried not to turn his body around so he wouldn't see his jumper, and he attempted to get out of this.

"Don’t worry, everything is fine. Go back to your scanning shit or whatever!” He almost begged.

Richie, still trying to scan his sandwich hopelessly trying to get out of this, looked like a mad man. It wasn't working affectively because he couldn't see what he was doing, and his hand was shaking. He was sure he hit someone. He couldn't think of any excuses, "I’m not who you think I am.”

"What are you talking about?" Eddie asked with a sigh. “If you need help-“

“No I’m fine.” Richie cut him off.

‘Item not detected’ the lady rang out again.

Eddie huffed loudly, "For Gods sakes, if you don't want to talk to me just say. But at least let me help you so the machine can shut up.”

Richie shook his head, "It's not that." He breathed out. "I'm bisexual and I saw you yesterday and I nearly passed out because you were so hot and nice and stuff.” He glanced up to see Eddie looking at him intently.

“So I ran because I was scared because I've been alone for a while and now I'm here and I'm trying to get away from you because I'm in that ugly Christmas jumper that‘s actually super comfortable but embarrassing.” Richie blurted.

Eddie nodded, a small smile on his lips, “so it’s not for your mum?” He questioned. Richie just shook his head.

He giggled, which Richie almost passed out again at, "I thought you hated me. Now turn around, I want to see you with this Christmas jumper on."

Richie nodded, "Okay." He turned around and Eddie burst out laughing. Richie decided it was his favourite sound.

"I have to be honest, it really suits you." He said muffled by laughter.

"Are you trying to say that I'm ugly?" Richie playfully joked, and Eddie looked up at him.

"No, quite the opposite, actually." Eddie commented. “I never asked your name.”

“Richie,” he breathed out. “Richie Tozier.”

At that moment, a lady in the line for the self-scanner spoke up, "excuse me, you are kind of holding up the que." she said politely.

They both nodded and apologised before Richie paid the money, and took his sandwich and crisps.

"But surely you knew I was going to be here." Eddie told him as they walked a respectable distance from the self-scanners. "So why wear the Christmas jumper? If you said it was for your mum after all.”

Richie shrugged, "I was cleaning my apartment and I decided to be more festive so I put on some Christmas music and my jumper. I then discovered I actually didn't have any thing to eat, and I wouldn't admit it but I really wanted to see you again even though I was worried and...yeah I forgot I was wearing it."

Eddie laughed, "Okay, how's this. I take you out on a date tonight. But one rule, you don't wear the Christmas jumper on our date. I promise I won't wear my ugly Christmas jumper." He giggled.

Richie took his hand to shake, but he didn't let go afterwards, "Yeah,” He agreed. “Sounds groovy.”

Eddie almost groaned, “don’t say groovy.”

Richie only winked in return, “the Christmas jumper won't be the only thing I won't be wearing."

[afictionaladventure16]

Thinking Out Loud (Tom Holland x Downey!Reader)

Part 7

Thinking Out Loud Masterlist

Previously on Thinking Out Loud...

Warnings: mentions of alcohol, swearing, and cheating. Word Count: 1,264

A/N: This chapter is crappy, but hope y’all enjoy it! 

You were resting on top of Tom as you both watched Toy Story 2. It had been a month since your first date with Tom and he had taken you on many dates afterward but he still hadn’t asked you to be his girlfriend. You weren’t worried but you did wonder why he was taking so long to ask you. If he had asked you during the first date you would have said yes. You still would. 

You felt Tom rub your back in a back and forth motion, it made your worries go away. You looked up towards him, he could feel your eyes on him. He looked down and smiled at you, “what?” he said with a small chuckle. 

You smiled, “just admiring you,” you said softly. 

He playfully rolled his eyes and leaned down to place a soft kiss on your lips. 

“Whoa,” you both turned your heads to the sound of the familiar voice, “I think I had too much to drink,” Harrison said as he looked at his two best friends that had just kissed then down towards the bottle of vodka he’d been holding. 

You quickly got off of Tom as Tom quickly jumped off the couch, “What the hell, Haz! What are you doing here?!” 

Harrison made his way over to the couch, plopping himself down next to you, “Eliza broke up with me.” 

“Holy shit, Haz,” Tom said as he sat down next to his best friend, “but, you guys just got engaged… wh-what happened?” 

“I came home from w-work and she… she was doing it with her fucking trainer,” Harrison took another swig from the bottle, you took this as your cue to leave him and Tom alone. 

“I’ll be in my room,” you said to Tom as you got up from the couch. Tom gave you a thankful smile as he watched you walk away before turning his attention back to his broken-hearted best friend. 

Tom came into your room about an hour later, “how is he?” you asked as he sat down on your bed next to you. 

“Better,” he said softly, “just trying to sober him up, but I think he’s about to knock out.” 

“You’re not gonna let him sleep on the couch are you?” 

“Well, where else would he sleep?” 

“My room,” you said as you got up from the bed, “I’ll sleep on the couch.” 

“Y/N, no, I’ll sleep on the couch, you can sleep on my bed.” You were about to protest but Tom pulled you in for a kiss, “I insist,” he said as he let go of the kiss.

You knew that arguing with Tom would be pointless, “alright, I just need to change into my PJs and Harrison can have the room all to himself.” Tom placed a small kiss on your cheek before leaving you to change. Once you were done, you made your way into the living room. 

Tom was helping Harrison off the couch, “Okay, Haz, Y/N has offered her bed for the night so you don’t have to sleep on the couch,” He began to say, “and trust me, sleeping on this couch will give you a major hangover,” he mumbled as he placed Harrison's arm around his shoulder for support. 

“Are you not gonna explain what I saw?” Harrison slurred. 

You chuckled, “maybe when you’re sober, Haz,” you said softly as you walked further into the living room. 

You watched as Tom led Harrison out of the living room. You couldn’t help but notice how caring he was towards his friends, the way he whispered that everything will be alright to Harrison, his best friend for more than ten years. Most guys wouldn’t dare to be gentle with their other guy friends in fear of being called out as being gay, but Tom didn’t care. He just wanted his best friend to know that someone cared for him in these troubling times. 

Tom soon came back into the living, he placed a soft kiss on your cheek, “thank you, love,” he said softly before walking over to the couch and rearranging the pillows. 

“You’re not actually gonna sleep on the couch, are you?” you asked as you leaned your stomach against the back of the couch, facing towards Tom who was on the other side. 

“Well, where else would I sleep?” he questioned as he looked towards you. 

You glanced towards the hallway, “there’s room for two on that bed of yours,” you stated. 

Tom looked over at you and smiled, he had thought about it before but didn’t want to pressure you, but now that you’ve suggested it, “that is true,” he smirked. 

“Come to bed, love,” you whispered as you gave him a wink before walking down the hall. 

Tom chuckled, placing the pillow he was holding back onto the couch. 

When Tom walked into the room, you were already under the covers. Tom quietly slid under the covers, you shifted so you were facing him. Smiling as your eyes met his, “goodnight, my love,” Tom said as he placed a soft kiss on your lips. 

“Goodnight, Tom,” you said before shifting once more so your back was facing him. You felt his arms pull you closer to him. I could get used to this, you thought as you slowly drifted off to sleep. 

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You woke up to what sounded like pots and pans hitting against each other, you looked over to see that Tom was still asleep. You sighed and got out of bed, making your way into the kitchen. You saw Harrison looking through the cabinets, “what the hell, Harrison,” you exclaimed. 

“Shhh,” he rubbed his head.

You chuckled as you walked over to the fridge, “hungover?” 

“No, shit,” he mumbled. 

“I got the best remedy,” you stated as you started to take out ingredients.

“Which is?” He asked as he looked over the ingredients you were placing on the counter.

“You’ll see, first I need to get some coffee in your system,” you walked over to the coffee pot, turning it on. 

Tom came walking into the kitchen a few minutes later, “morning,” he said as he gave a small nod to Harrison before walking over to you. He placed a kiss on your forehead, “good morning, beautiful.” 

“I just get a ‘morning’ but she gets a ‘good morning, beautiful’? That’s just a new low, Tom,” Harrison said with a smirk. 

Tom glared at him, “Shut up, Haz.” 

Harrison chuckled, “so,” Harrison grabbed a mug and poured himself some coffee, “how long has this been going on?” He gestured to the two of you. 

You had begun making the remedy by this time. You glanced over to Tom who was standing beside you, “since that day we all went to the club,” you said with a smile. 

“A month?!” 

“We were going to tell you,” Tom defended, “we just… We liked the privacy we had, have and we just got so caught up in us.” 

“Aww this is so cute,” Harrison exclaimed, “I’m happy for both of you.” You gave Harrison a smile 

“We’d also appreciate it if you kept it a secret… just until we’re ready to announce our relationship.” 

“Of course! My lips are sealed!” Harrison told Tom. 

“Thank you,” you said before continuing your remedy

“Ar-are you making a bloody mary?” Harrison questioned. 

“Took you long enough,” you mumbled, “the best cure for a hangover is to drink.” You finished the bloody mary, handing it over to Harrison, “drink this then back to bed.” 

“Yes, mum,” Harrison said causing you to roll your eyes.

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[giasonesdream]

I was tagged by @moonchildjunoon and goodness it’s been a while since I’ve seen/done a post like this

▸NICKNAME(S): Mainly Cam, nothing special

▸BIAS: I double bias Yoongi and Tae but Yoongi is the ultimate

▸BLOOD TYPE: I think AB+ ? I know both my parents are

▸FAVOURITE FOOD: atm tacos are really getting to me. especially with cilantro

▸BIRTHDAY: August 18

▸ZODIAC: Leo, year of the Ox

▸PRONOUNS: she/her

▸HAIR LENGTH: Just at my shoulders when it’s straightened. I had shaved an under cut about 3 years ago...someone take the razor away from me

▸HEIGHT: 5′6″ soooo still shorter than Jimin and that’s all that matters

▸A CRUSH: Having a crush is gay

▸WHAT DO YOU LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF: I love how creative and dramatic my mind is. I come up with story ideas constantly

▸LEFT OR RIGHT HANDED: right handed, but I carry the left-hand gene

▸LIST OF THREE FAVOURITE COLOURS: Pink, Yellow and...is gold a colour? I’m counting it

▸(RIGHT NOW) EATING: my words

▸(RIGHT NOW) DRINKING: in the dying sun

▸I’M ABOUT TO: break! I need a little room to breathe, ‘cause I’m one step closer to the edge, and I’m about to break!

▸LISTENING TO: 44 Lies by Two Lies

▸KIDS: yeah, they’re pretty powerful. Why? Lookin’ to start a revolution?

▸GET MARRIED: Don’t tell me what to do. I don’t wanna

▸RECENT PHONE CALL: Probs my mother. Oh yeah, she called asking what I wanted from DD and I was still asleep so I said pick whatever

▸(HAVE YOU EVER) DATED SOMEONE TWICE: I’ve barely dated someone once

▸BEEN CHEATED ON: Never been in a relationship soooo yes very often

▸KISSED SOMEONE AND REGRETTED IT: Don’t think so? I regret the people I haven’t kissed

▸LOST SOMEONE SPECIAL: Not sure how special they were to me...but they made me feel special sometimes (wow I sound like a jerk)

▸BEEN DEPRESSED: MAJOR DEPRESSION SINCE 2010 BABYYYYYY

▸BEEN DRUNK AND THROWN UP: 21st Birthday. My dumbass thought I would be able to go to work the next day. Also New Years. I slept on the bathroom floor

▸HAD GLASSES OR CONTACTS: I had glasses that I wore just to drive in and my optometrist was like “Dude...you should be wearing these, like, all day.” And I was like “shit...facts”.

▸HAD SEX ON THE FIRST DATE: No just some making out. He tasted like salsa

▸BROKEN SOMEONE’S HEART: Think when I told that not so special someone I didn’t want to have her in my life anymore.

▸TURNED SOMEONE DOWN: i’ve turned down three marriage proposals now- awkward, but yes THIS WAS MOONCHILDJUNOON’S ANSWER HOLY FUCK GIRL but I mean if you count tinder idiots sure loads of times

▸CRIED WHEN SOMEONE DIED: My heart might be made of stone, but it still shakes when the ground rumbles

▸FALLEN FOR A FRIEND: Yep. Like 2 years after we stopped being friends. Also discovered at that point I was pansexual. So is she.

▸(IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU) MADE A NEW FRIEND: I guess it’s been a year since I became friends with MK, yeah

▸LAUGHED UNTIL YOU CRIED: all the time. tiktok people are funny

▸MET SOMEONE WHO CHANGED YOU: Of course...every friend I’ve had has had some impact on me

▸FOUND OUT WHO YOUR TRUE FRIENDS WERE: Think I’m still working on that, but getting close

▸FOUND OUT SOMEONE WAS TALKING ABOUT YOU: Yeah but it was good to know. I didn’t want to be friends with them anyways

▸LIPS OR EYES: porque no las dos?

▸HUGS OR KISSES: no thanks

▸ROMANTIC OR SPONTANEOUS: I’m a rather organized person, so spontaneity scares me...but I never regret those moments

▸HOOKUP OR RELATIONSHIP: tacos

▸FIRST BEST FRIEND: That not so special someone. Met her in high shcool

▸SURGERY: wisdom teeth. Like two weeks ago. Turns out I had five. Now I only have one haha

▸SPORTS I JOINED: I did soccer when I was a wee youngin’. Softball in high school. I was always more into dance

▸DO YOU BELIEVE IN YOURSELF: Does God believe in itself?

▸MIRACLES: I believe it’s a mix of free-will and fate. The miracles are what you accept of your situation

▸LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT: more of a “love at first laugh” kinda person

▸HEAVEN: is a place on Earth...with you <3

▸DO YOU HAVE ANY PETS: I have a kitty named Smitty! Much like his owners, he only takes affection when he asks for it.

▸DO YOU WANT TO CHANGE YOUR NAME: Nah. I can’t imagine myself with a different name. It would just feel like I would have to change who I am.

▸WHAT DID YOU DO FOR YOUR LAST BIRTHDAY: Stayed in a fancy hotel downtown right next to the lake. Drank vodka sodas and cried in the bathroom just as the clock struck midnight and I was officially another year older.

▸WHAT TIME DID YOU WAKE UP TODAY: 9am but only cause I’m on my period

▸WHAT WERE YOU DOING LAST NIGHT AT MIDNIGHT: Watching that new show on freeform called Motherland. It’s pretty good

▸SOMETHING I CAN’T WAIT FOR: some progress on this covid shit

▸LAST TIME YOU SAW YOUR MUM: She just came downstairs to take the chips

▸WHAT IS ONE THING YOU WISH YOU COULD CHANGE ABOUT YOUR LIFE: I don’t think I would change anything because I’m content? I mean...I wish I thought I was beautiful

I can only think to tag @multifandomnerd4532 and @yoonseok hm...I see @cassiavioletblue. There ^-^ this is actually pretty interesting so I’m excited to see your responses if you do it.

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BOOK 2, CHAPTER 10

Masterlist here.

Reactions under the ‘Keep Reading’ cut.

- ‘You look down to see powerful arms wrapped around you. You’re spooning with Sean, who’s still asleep. He holds you close, protective.’ I know I’ve said this a lot, but… I’m soft?

- ‘Aleister sleeps on the hardwood floor beside a bed of pillows he made for Grace.’ AWWWH!

- Zahra’s Tough Choice is about coffee? Lmaooo 😂

- I’m getting some of that dirty bean water! I have a 73% chance of this working and I like those odds, so I’m gonna do it!

- Awh, Zahra saved some coffee just for me? I feel special!

- M’kay, gimme a weapon with infinite ammo and let me go ham on all these guys. I’ll have them done and be back in time for lunch.

- ‘He looks directly at you.’ “But I ain’t gonna let them hurt you. I swear it. I swear it on everything.” …Mar, I’ve truly fallen in love with Jake’s character… Send help to me, please.

- Lmao, of course MC finds the spa.

- Let’s go talk to Michelle, let Diego and Varyyn have their time.

- Michelle “gifting” MC a pot of skin care stuff? I love her.

- Woah, Estela’s mother worked for Rourke?

- Awh, no, not at all! Estela is not being stupid by wanting to find the room her mother was in while she worked there. Sure, Rourke might’ve thrown stuff out and cleaned the place, but there’s a chance she could feel her mother there, or feel closer to her mother. I honestly say go for it.

- Of course Craig and Zahra find a gaming system 😂

- Whose family was in the newspaper clipping???

- ‘Friendship Up! Zahra is now friends with you!’ MY LIL’ HACKER BBY!

- ‘Friendship Up! Craig is now friends with you!’ YES BITCH!

- Now it’s just Aleister and IRIS to get to friend level!

- I’ve said it before, and I’m gonna say it again - Please let Craig and Zahra end up together!

- KISS! KISS! KISS! KISS!

- Sorry lmao, no, wait, I’m not, I like them together!

- AHHH!

- “Just tell me you aren’t playing strip poker.” “Without you? Never.” SEAN GAYLE, YOU STOP THAT!

- “Good lord, get a room already.” THAT’S WHAT I SAID IN BOOK 1 ALEISTER!

- “Dude. Dudettes. Dudelings. Doodlejumps.” RAJ YOU ARE A TREASURE AND NEED TO BE PROTECTED!

- Shit, it’s New Year’s Eve already?

- Holy hell, Michelle’s birthday is December 31st? One of my cousin’s birthdays is that day too!

- “Also, MC’s birthday starts at midnight!” Oh shit, it’s MC’s birthday too? Well hey, she shares the same birthday month as me!

- Ooof, Sean looks g o o d in a suit, y’all.

- Quinn’s blue dress looks s t u n n i n g!

- Damn, Jake looks g o o d in a suit too!

- Estela! Sparkly dress! She’s too beautiful! Ahhh!

- Damn, MC’s dress looks hot as all hell!

- We brought the dress because… how could I not?

- I loved that little “compliment” section you get if you buy the dress. 😂

- I don’t know why, but ever since I played TRR, when I come across the choice that lets me pick what I drink, I always pick whiskey… Is it an homage to Drake? Is it my own weird way of picking on him? Who knows? Because I certainly don’t! If it wasn’t obvious, I picked the whiskey.

- I’m gonna say that the New Year is an excuse to party, because I threw out resolutions a long time ago and I’ve never been in a relationship, so I don’t see the appeal of kissing at the countdown, and we don’t really party unless we’re at my cousins, so.

- I’m gonna say that my resolution is to hold onto what matters because you truly never know when it could go.

- Me @ my memory “Please don’t fail me on remembering the birthdays!”

- I DID IT! Oh sweet mercy, I did it!

- WAIT WHAT?! HOW AM I HAVING A VISION BY TOUCHING LILA? IS SHE A GODDAMN IDOL?!?

- OH! IT WAS LILA’S FAMILY IN THE CAR CRASH!

- LILA I SWEAR TO HIGH HEAVENS IF YOU DID SOMETHING TO US…

- “Well I’ve always said I’m cold-blooded!” L I L A HONEY!

- Nope, Raj and Craig, I love the two of you, but do not use flares. You will draw the soldiers to us!

- Let’s spend midnight with lover boy!

- VARYYN JUST ASKED IF HE COULD KISS DIEGO! AHHHHH!

- AHHHHH MY BABIES!!!

- I JUST MADE AN AUDIBLE HIGH PITCHED GASP BECAUSE ZAHRA JUST KISSED CRAIG!!!! YES MY OTP!

- Oooof, the full body images of them in their NYE outfits… Gorgeous!

- PFFFT! “What’s up? Something wrong?” “Yes. Something is very wrong. You and I are not naked.” MC DEAR LORD! 😂

- Why is your first instinct to open a drawer, Sean?

- THESE TWO ARE SO ADORABLE I AM CRYING

- I… I uh… Need a moment. Hot damn 😂 They’ve only just started the *wink wink* and I swear 😂 The Damien Scene Writers wrote this scene 😂😂

- It’s almost 1am… PB don��t be doing this to me.

- Also, what a way to start the year!

- We’re going into her mother’s room. Let’s do this!

- “You’re with me?” HELL YEAH I AM!

- Let’s see what’s on this hidden camera!

- I don’t know if I trust Lila…. This scene with Estela’s mum is iffy.

- LILA WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?!?

- I’m voting her off the island and that’s a FACT!

- WHAT THE ACTUAL HELL?!?!?!?

- I mean, I’m all for Estela getting her revenge against Lila, but the second I saw her name pop up on screen, my mind was like “LILA RUN!”

- Shit is about to go d o w n.

BONUS SCENE

- Aye, we’re back with Yvonne!

- “Such a pity they are all dead.” Honey, think again!

- What’s The Endless doing here?

- I’m assuming the 12 pedestals are for the twelve idols?

- So I assume Yvonne is going to join our merry group again?

- Oh, now we’re going back to six months ago?

- Wait, Lila stayed???

- So was it Lila who was coming and going from the hotel trying to figure out Rourke’s password and shit?

- Well damn.

- So Lila discovered the door that lead to Rourke’s “mancave”

- Wait, how come IRIS didn’t tell us that Lila had stayed behind??

- She has romantic feelings for Rourke, doesn’t she?

- Well fudge. Lila’s a badass, but a betrayer.

- One word… AHHHHH!

[kiruuuuu]

Of course it’s not too late, anon! Requests are still open :) @magehir​ sparked the idea for this one ❤ It’s based on this snippet I wrote as a wedding gift and I suppose it doesn’t hurt having read it before this one. I hope you like it! (Rating M, fluff/humour/mutual suffering, ~1.5k words)

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Whenever the entirety of the Kateb clan meets, it’s nigh impossible to get anything done. Doc is lucky that they have a reservation at the expensive-looking restaurant or else the endless chattering would probably never die down between the smaller groups sprinkled over the well-maintained lawn outside. It takes about an hour for everyone to arrive, another hour to finish the greetings and good wishes and newest gossip and at least another half an hour until they’re seated. To prevent immediate chaos and petty arguments from the get go, aunt Joséphine was in charge of the seating seeing as she knows, better than anyone, who is currently at odds with whom. Fortunately, Doc managed to get seated with his immediate family and not his extended one which lowers the chances of Jäger being the only topic in his vicinity for the entire evening.

Then Doc notices the place card right next to him.

He opens his mouth, turns to his sister and freezes on the spot as he spots the person awkwardly shuffling past the row of elderly ladies all cooing over the newcomer. Once he’s over at Doc’s table, Jäger plops down on the chair next to him and nods as a greeting. “Hi”, he says.

“What the fuck”, Doc replies and gets angrily shushed by his mother.

Of course, Joséphine – who is fluttering about the room like a pleased magpie that’s taking stock of all it’s stolen – uses this moment to dive to their table with a triumphant smirk. “I see your husband finally made it”, she addresses them in English and presses her cheek against Jäger’s, undoubtedly leaving behind the top layer of her thick foundation.

“He’s not my husband.” How is it that as soon as his family is involved, Doc feels like he’s losing control over his entire life.

“Don’t be silly, Gustave, I last saw you at your wedding!”

“At a wedding, yes, but we weren’t the ones getting married!” Next to him, he can feel Sofia, his sister, shaking with silent laughter while Jäger just looks from one person to the next in horror.

“Wait, what’s going on?”, he wants to know and Doc really would like to know as well because what in the everloving hell is he doing here?

“Oh, I heard from your mother that you were planning to come alone and keep hiding your handsome husband from us, so I took the liberty of inviting him myself. It’s a pleasure to meet you again, Marius, enchantée!”

With a self-satisfied cackle, Joséphine glides off, leaving Doc to bury his face in his hands. “It said it was some kind of emergency”, Jäger whispers, alarmed.

“It is”, replies Doc’s mother with a warm smile, “my aunt is turning 100. You should’ve seen Joséphine freaking out about the whole event, it’s a wonder she didn’t faint repeatedly.”

“Should I – should I leave? I feel like I’m intruding.”

“You were at my cousin’s wedding too, you’re basically family at this point”, Doc tells him tiredly. “No one cares if you stay. Also, the food is really good. But if anyone tries to make us kiss for a photo, I’m running.”

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They do kiss for a photo, but not before Doc has consumed enough liquid courage (and right now, he really needs it to deal with his family) to not only realise that if they don’t agree, it’s going to cause a huge commotion which he’d rather avoid, but also to actually do it. He gets told to lighten up a little as his grimace probably mirrors his exasperation and then they’re kissing, just a peck long enough to be immortalised and that’s when Doc’s muddled brain notices his mistake. Photos don’t just disappear into a void.

Good heavens, his cousin has the best blackmail material on him now without even being aware of it. At least the wine is delicious, as usual.

“I’m not going to drive home today”, Doc slurs in the direction of his mother who’s watching him with a wise smile for some unknown reason. “Can I sleep in my old room? Sofia is staying over as well, right?”

“She is, in her room. But… don’t you think it’s a bit much? The coincidences? How come you two just keep running into each other?”

He needs a moment to parse this comment before being able to reply. “Oh my God, maman, are you serious?”

“I’m just saying! It seems odd to me, Gustave. And neither of you seems very intent on clearing up this so-called ‘misunderstanding’.”

Okay, if his mum is turning against him as well now, it’s time to book it. “Right. We’re leaving. Marius can drive me.” He turns around with a little too much force and has to hold on to the back of someone’s chair which turns out to be Jäger’s who is currently downing his fourth shot of something very French and very potent. “Why are you doing this to me?”, Doc asks him with all the helplessness he can muster.

Jäger looks at him (or rather: at the space next to him, unfocused) with an almost comically guilty expression. “I thought you were driving. I drove last time, so -”

“Don’t worry, Gustave’s bed is big enough for two”, his mum comments cheerily.

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Doc’s bed is not big enough for two. They’re standing in front of it, Jäger frowning, Doc with the stoic expression of someone who has accepted that life is suffering. He barely remembers the car ride which had a lot of Jäger almost falling asleep on his shoulder and both his mum and his sister giggling like teenage girls and he’s tired. “I’m not sleeping on the floor in my own room”, he announces.

“I can sleep on the floor”, Jäger points out helpfully and earns a dark glare.

“Not only is your injury from T or C still affecting you, but you also managed to almost saw your leg off recently, did you forget about that? You’re not sleeping on the floor.”

“Then we have to share.”

“I guess so.” They undress in silence, Doc only stopping to stare at Jäger when the German takes his shirt off as well and then hooks his thumbs into the waistband of his underwear. “What in the world do you think you’re doing?”

Jäger stills, looks down at himself and slowly removes his hands again. “I normally sleep naked”, he explains sheepishly and of course he does, why wouldn’t he?

“I’m never attending any family event ever again”, Doc informs him, “especially not when you’re invited. Get in and scoot over.” They slip under the covers and struggle for five minutes to find a comfortable position which involves a lot of naked skin brushing over naked skin and so when they finally decide on spooning, Doc ends up as the big spoon and he feels Jäger halt as soon as he for some reason starts to wiggle his butt into Doc’s crotch.

“You have – is that a -”

“Yes. I know”, Doc grits out and it’s exceedingly stupid. All of this is nothing but absurd, a mockery. “Just… I don’t know, ignore it. It’ll go away. Jesus Christ, can we just sleep?”

“You sound angry.”

“I’m furious.”

“You shouldn’t go to bed angry.”

Holy shit. This is when Doc snaps. He fixes the back of Jäger’s head with a level gaze and suggests the only thing that seems sensible to him at that moment: “You know what, you’re right. If everyone thinks we’re fucking, we might as well. Turn around and get naked.”

A pause. Doc doesn’t even care if he’s overstepping any boundaries because he’s way past caring in general. “Are you serious?”

“I’ve never been more serious. Come on.”

.

The next morning, when the two enter the kitchen to join Doc’s parents and his sister for breakfast, Doc is displaying a fierce scowl while Jäger is not only wearing his shirt backwards but also stumbles around, stunned – and not only because of his injury.

“Had a nice night?”, Doc’s mum wants to know with a bright smile to which Jäger simply nods absent-mindedly. If Doc didn’t know better, he’d assume he’s still drunk.

“I want to hear nothing”, Doc hisses and pours himself a cup of coffee that looks inviting enough for him to almost down it in one go immediately. “Alright? Nothing. Not from you, maman, and not from you either, Sofia. Nothing.”

“That’s a shame”, his mum retorts sweetly. “Last night, I wanted to hear nothing as well but my wish wasn’t granted either.”

To this, Jäger’s cheeks turn slightly pink and Doc just walks right back out of the kitchen, taking his coffee with him and seeking refuge, hopefully at a place where the concept of family doesn’t exist.

[wildflower-1995]

1-65

1. Do you ever doubt the existence of others than you?-Yes, sometimes I think everything is fake and I’m in some crazy nightmare

2. On a scale of 1-5, how afraid of the dark are you?-5

3. The person you would never want to meet?-I have no idea? 

4. What is your favorite word?-I don’t know. ‘Summer.’ Because it’s a pretty word… 

5. If you were a type of tree, what would you be?-One of those droopy ones… willow trees I think they’re called? Yeah, those. 

6. When you looked in the mirror this morning what was the first thing you thought?-That I’m ugly and fat

7. What shirt are you wearing?-Pink and cream with patterns etc

8. What do you label yourself as?-Mentally ill with a side of incredibly fucked up 

9. Bright room or dark room?-Depends

10. What were you doing at midnight last night?-Sleeping

11. Favorite age you’ve been so far?-15

12. Who told you they loved you last?-Kids I think

13. Your worst enemy?-I don’t have one, I tend to avoid people I hate

14. What is your current desktop picture?-A photo of my 3 kids

15. Do you like someone?-No, I hate everyone. 

16. The last song you listened to?-I can’t remember

17. You can press a button that will make any one person explode. Who would you blow up?-Damn, only one person? I don’t know. 

18. Who would you really like to just punch in the face?-Ha…ha… I really can’t say. 

19. If anyone could be your slave for a day, who would it be and what would they have to do?-Someone who likes to clean and I would get them to clean 

20. What is your best physical attribute? (showing said attribute is optional)-Eyes probs

21. If you were the opposite sex for one day, what would you look like and what would you do?-Masturbate and have sex so I know what it feels like as a man hahahaha

22. Do you have a secret talent? If yes, what is it?-No

23. What is one unique thing you’re afraid of?-Octopus

24. You can only have one kind of sandwich. Every sandwich ingredient known to humankind is at your disposal.-Curried egg and lettuce OR bacon and egg. I don’t know!!! 

25. You just found $100! How are you going to spend it?-Food probs

26. You just got a free plane ticket to anywhere in the world, but you have to leave immediately. Where are you going to go?-New York

27. An angel appears out of Heaven and offers you a lifetime supply of the alcoholic beverage of your choice. “Be brand-specific” it says. Man! What are you gonna say about that? Even if you don’t drink booze there’s something you can figure out… so what’s it gonna be?-No thanks. Well actually, I’d pick something popular and sell it to make money. 

28. You discover a beautiful island upon which you may build your own society. You make the rules. What is the first rule you put into place? -No rapists. Any and all will be tortured to death. 29. What is your favorite expletive?-’fuck’

30. Your house is on fire, holy shit! You have just enough time to run in there and grab ONE inanimate object. Don’t worry, your loved ones and pets have already made it out safely. So what’s the one thing you’re going to save from that blazing inferno?-Laptop containing all my photos

31. You can erase any horrible experience from your past. What will it be?-Oh man I don’t know.. 

32. You got kicked out of the country for being a time-traveling heathen who sleeps with celebrities and has super-powers. But check out this cool shit… you can move to anywhere else in the world!-England

33. The Celestial Gates Of Beyond have opened, much to your surprise because you didn’t think such a thing existed. Death appears. As it turns out, Death is actually a pretty cool entity, and happens to be in a fantastic mood. Death offers to return the friend/family-member/person/etc. of your choice to the living world. Who will you bring back?-Grandpa Hector

34. What was your last dream about?-Oh man this is a good one. Someone who died was somehow alive again and he and some other family member admitted that he made fake facebook account of myself and my partner to pretend we’d had affairs on each other…? like whaaat. I was pissed though. 

35. Are you a good….[insert anything you’d like here]?-person? No.

36. Have you ever been admitted to the hospital?-Yes

37. Have you ever built a snowman?-No

38. What is the color of your socks?-Don’t wear them

39. What type of music do you like?-All sorts

40. Do you prefer sunrises or sunsets?-Sunsets

41. What is your favorite milkshake flavor?-Strawberry

42. What football team do you support? (I will answer in terms of American football as well as soccer)-None

43. Do you have any scars?-A lot, yes

44. What do you want to be when you graduate?-I want to be a writer

45. If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?-My weight

46. Are you reliable?-I try to be

47. If you could ask your future self one question, what would it be?-Is life better for us yet?

48. Do you hold grudges?-I’d like to say that I don’t, but by golly gosh, I sure do

49. If you could breed two animals together to defy the laws of nature, what new animal would you create?-I don’t even know

50. What is the most unusual conversation you’ve ever had?-Most of my convo’s are unusual

51. Are you a good liar?-No. I don’t like to lie

52. How long could you go without talking?-I don’t know

53. What has been you worst haircut/style?-When I got it cut really short and my foster mum…. the look on her face when she saw me was pure disgust.. not gonna lie, it hurt. I was constantly called a lesbian for it too

54. Have you ever baked your own cake?-Yes

55. Can you do any accents other than your own?-YES, me and the burger specialised in it in highschool! 

56. What do you like on your toast?-Butter

57. What is the last thing you drew a picture of?-I don’t remember. 

58. What would be you dream car?-Anything in better condition than my current one

59. Do you sing in the shower? Or do anything unusual in the shower? Explain.-Sometimes I throw up in the shower. But not often anymore. 

60. Do you believe in aliens?-Yes. Hopefully one day they come pick me up and return me to a better planet

61. Do you often read your horoscope?-No

62. What is your favorite letter of the alphabet?-S for some reason immediately came to mind

63. Which is cooler: dinosaurs or dragons?-Dragons for sure

64. What do you think about babies?-I love them, they’re so cute. 

65. Freebie! Ask anything interesting you can think of.-The burger forgot to ask :P 

[chainmailpurse]

ello blog

yesterday was a cool day

got ready 4 work feeling significantly less anxious than all my other days n I liked my outfit ( but my shirt actually kept unbuttoning it was too much omfg it was this little black fitted polyester collared button up 90s era and it popped open while I was just talking with this guy . yeah ) im used to how everything works now so the day was a piece of cake . I worked with this cool girl that I befriended last week when we were paired 2gether and she's so sweet and funny finishing the shift with her was very fun .I saw so many beautiful pieces...... this one Marc Jacobs heaven sweater that's coming out . . . holy shit it was so sexy it was like navy blue and navy green stripes with burgundy writing (?) I think . my description is shit but when its out I will post a pic 2 show. im trying to remember it so hard because I was like wtf this is the sexiest thing I've ever seen its MINE !!!!! im going to have it soon as its out on the website. too beautiful. must have in my collection.

this guy was randomly placed in receiving from another department and we had this sexy sexual tension . I love when me and a stranger have really hot sexual tension , we both know and we don't really talk about it but we just flirt with our bodies and heavily make eye contact a few times over our masks <3 he had a sexy voice

I am attracting a gf at this point in time . I've been craving a relationship with a woman for ages now but knew that before that I wanted to get in a relationship I wanted 2 be a better version of myself . like I wanted to have a job and to be active and be happy and feel at least somewhat secure by myself and I think im reaching that point now so I have been telling the universe that im ready for a girlfriend . I have faith that everything will fall into place

after work yesterday I took an uber from my bus stop cuz I didn't have enough change for my second bus and I had just smoked a joint to the face in the same park from the day before and ate a crunchy apple and when I got in I was fried and tired but felt good n wanted to be kind and more social so I started conversation with him and we spoke the entire ride home mostly about pot . he asked me if I drank and I said yeah sum times but im not a huge fan I prefer 2 smoke a joint . he said he only smoked once in his life and that the weed was bad and he asked me all sorts of questions about it it was really funny. when I got home my mum was home with her bf and he confronted me about taking a bunch of chartreuse from the bottle in my mums room LOL on Wednesday I poured like 4 shots at least into a glass jar to take for my flask on Sunday. my mom never made a comment after so I was like yeah . its chill . lolllllll anyways I got real quiet and then made a big fruit plate n scurried off to my bedroom . my mum was surprised cuz usually I never take anything when she buys a bottle of liquor which is not that often but yeah wrong bottle wrong time . if it was hers she really wouldn't have cared, I still have the jar tho and its gonna be wonderful 2 share tmr so it was still worth it .

ALSO yesterday at my bus stop I saw a little light brown bunny hopping around some grass and bushes and it was so pure

this morning I was up before the sun at 5:50 cuz my brain is wired from the last 2 days . smoked a joint in my fur coat with absolutely nothing under on my balcony and watched the sun ride a bit. then cleaned my room and did laundry at the Laundromat downstairs all before 10 ! it has been a productive morning . I have veggies roasting for breakfast and then ill get ready to go see my dad for lunch + the afternoon .

listening 2 les by childish gambino + oldie by odd future

[lamptracker]

FIC: Things That Go Bump

This is a reader request from the other day. They’d asked for a fic where the reader and Tom are in bed talking about ghosts and spooky stuff when they hear weird noises. I’ve been working a lot lately, and haven’t been feeling well on top of it, so I hope this is good. :)

FIC: Things That Go Bump

Request: yes

Pairing: Tom Holland/Reader

Prompts: “Do you believe in ghosts?” “This place gives me the creeps.” “I swear my house is haunted.” “Did you just hear that?” “It’s just your imagination.”

Summary: Tom and his girlfriend (the reader) are in bed talking about ghosts. Then they hear strange noises, and go to investigate.

Warnings: Fluff city.

You curl up under the blanket, waiting for Tom to join you in bed. It is late October and it’s cool out; your pajama pants and T-shirt (which you stole from Tom) are doing a poor job keeping you warm. You can think of nothing better than snuggling up with your boyfriend and talking late into the night.

“Did’ja miss me, darling?” Tom asks as he slides under the covers. He’s wearing only pajama pants and a smile.

“It’s cold, Tom,” you whine; he chuckles softly and wraps an arm around your waist.

“So I have a weird question,” Tom says as you lean back, settling your head onto his chest. “Do you believe in ghosts?”

“Are you just asking me that because it’s almost Halloween?” You smile as you ponder his question for a moment. “I don’t know if I believe in ghosts necessarily. But I do believe that the dead try to communicate with us.”

“Oh?”

You nod. “My granddad - you would have loved him, he was the coolest guy - he’s been gone ten years now. And every now and then I feel like he’s talking to me. Like if I’m having a bad day, I’ll find a coin with his birth year on it. Or I’ll be scanning radio stations in the car and it’ll randomly stop on an oldies station that’s playing the song he and my grandma danced to at their wedding. And when my grandma died, I saw a hummingbird in the yard. We used to feed hummingbirds all the time when I was a girl. I don’t know how true it is, but I always felt like he sent that hummingbird to tell me that Grandma made it to Heaven and found him.”

Tom runs a hand up and down your arm. “Oh, that’s so nice.”

“What about you, Holland? Do you believe in ghosts?” You ask, absentmindedly playing with his fingers.

“I believe that this place gives me the creeps sometimes. It’s a nice house but, I don’t know, weird things happen here. Like the lights will flicker in just one room. Or, you know, all the weird noises. My mum says it’s just the house settling, or a breaker tripping, but when I’m alone it’s just...creepy, y’know? I swear my house is haunted. Or I would, if I didn’t know better.”

“That’s so weird. Isn’t this a new construction?”

“That’s what makes it weirder!” Tom exclaims. “I’m definitely just hearing things.”

You’re about to say something when you hear a soft thud coming from downstairs; you sit up slightly.

“You mean like that?” you ask.

“Like what?”

“I just heard something. Kind of a thud.”

Tom chuckles softly. “Oh, darling. It’s just your imagination. That’s my fault, I’ve got you all worked up now.”

“Maybe.” You shrug and lean back into Tom’s chest. He wraps his arm around you more tightly now; you savor the feeling of being kept safe and warm in his arms.

You sigh contentedly as Tom starts rubbing your arm again; you’re about to fall asleep when you hear another thud.

“Okay, seriously, Tom. I heard it again.”

“Heard what? I didn’t-” Thud. “Okay, I definitely heard something that time. We should go check it out.”

You scoff. “I’ve seen enough horror movies to know that never ends well.”

Tom just smiles as he gets out of bed. “Come on, we’re investigating. But grab something first.” He grabs a cricket bat that he got on a press tour through India once. You grab the closest thing you can find.

“The bedside lamp?” Tom asks, laughing.

“Well,” you reason, “if it’s a grumpy ghost I can throw it at him and tell him to lighten up.”

Tom laughs even more. You so love that laugh, and you so love being responsible for it.

“Come now, darling, let’s go.” He takes your hand and you both creep slowly down the stairs. The house is dark, and you hear yet another thud.

You freeze when you reach the bottom of the stairs. “Tom…” you whisper, pointing to the front door.

“What is it, darling, I...holy shit.”

A shadowy figure is by the front door.

“What do you think it is?” you ask. “A ghost? A serial killer?”

“A thief, maybe? Or a kidnapper?”

The shadowy figure reaches for something. You whimper and bury your face into Tom’s shoulder; Tom brandishes the cricket bat and takes a wary step forward.

“Hello?” he calls out. “Who’s there?”

“It’s me, you div.” The figure, holding what you now know is a cell phone, turns on the flashlight and shines it in its face.

The ghost/serial killer/kidnapper/thief is none of those things; it’s Tom’s best friend, Harrison Osterfield.

“Holy crap, Harrison!” Tom exclaims as you let out a sigh of relief. “You scared the shit out of us! What’re you even doing here?!”

“I was setting up the living room for that thing you asked me to do, remember? And why’s (y/n) got a lamp?”

“Oh, yeah,” Tom replies.

“First thing I could find,” you explain. “And what thing, by the way?”

Tom sighs. “May as well do it now. Harrison, is it all ready?”

“Sure is.” Harrison flips the light switch. The light - and the TV - go on. The TV is playing a slideshow of pictures of you and Tom together, set to Ed Sheeran’s “Perfect.”

“Tom, what is this?” you ask.

“Just keep watching, darling.”

And you do. Every now and then the picture will give way to a short video of you two that he’d previously posted on Instagram.

You aren’t sure why he’s done this, but you love it.

As the song fades out, the last slide says: Look down.

Curious, you look down.

Tom is on one knee in front of you, holding a beautiful diamond ring.

“Yes!” you blurt out.

Tom laughs. “I didn’t even get to make my speech, darling.”

“Did you really even have one?”

“Yes. I did. You know what, I’m giving it anyway.” He clears his throat. “(y/n), you are the most amazing woman I’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing. You’re smart, you’re hilarious, you’re absolutely gorgeous. And you love me. Not Tom Holland the actor, Tom Holland the person. You’re always up for adventure, you love to laugh, and your preferred way of dealing with ghosts is to throw lamps at them to get them to lighten up. And I want nothing more than to spend the rest of my life with you. I promise to always love you and keep you safe from ghosts. Or Harrison, as it were. So, (y/n), will you marry me?”

“Of course, you idiot!”

He stands up, slips the ring onto your finger, and kisses you softly.

“I love you, (y/n),” he says.

“I love you, Tom.”

Tom wraps his arms around you, kissing your forehead.

“I am going to be best man, right?” Harrison asks.

“I was thinking flower girl,” you tease; Harrison throws a pillow from the nearby couch at you.

“Seriously,” Harrison says, “congratulations, you two.”

“Thanks, man.” Tom gives him a quick hug. “Thanks for setting this up, too. So loudly.”

“It’s hard to do in the dark!” Harrison protests.

Tom laughs. “I know, just giving you shit. Now, uh… I have a feeling we’re going to be celebrating our recent engagement, so…”

“Right. I’m out of here. Congratulations again, you two.” Harrison gives Tom another hug and stops to give you a quick kiss on the cheek before he heads out the door.

Tom raises his eyebrows at you. “Now, about that celebration…”

“Of course, Mr. Holland.” You start up the stairs, but he grabs you and scoops you into his arms.

“Not so fast, almost Mrs. Holland. If we’re gonna do this, we’re gonna do it right.” He runs up the stairs with you and carries you bridal-style into the bedroom; you giggle the whole way.

“Wait!” you exclaim as he gingerly sets you onto the bed. “I left the lamp downstairs.”

Tom plants a soft kiss just under your earlobe. “It’ll still be there later,” he says, trailing kisses down your jaw. “I love you, darling.”

“I love you too.”

[tokki243]

Different Species //Sehun x Reader//

Word Count: 1086

Genre: Comedy | Fluff 

Au: College

Summary: You urgently need to update your BFF, Jongin on his cute crush, so you go to his dorm room. BUT THE GUY YOU MET THE OTHER DAY IS FUCKING WORKING OUT AND HOLY POOP WTF IS HAPPENING WHAT IS THIS SHIT

Warning: Swearing...which you probably understood from the summary

It was the new year of college and you were listening attentively to your professor.

SIKE

You were tapping furiously at your phone as a grin played on your lips whilst you glanced at the male on the other side of the room. The male was currently chuckling with his friends - which is a rare sight you had concluded through your 'study' - so you just had to inform your best friend, Jongin. He has a massive crush on the short male, Kyungsoo.

Once you had texted him, not even a minute had passed when you received a reply. You two proceeded to fangirl/boy over the oblivious male the rest of the lesson. When the lesson had finally ended, you packed up your stuff as quickly as possible and bounced your way to the cafeteria where you'd meet up with Jongin—like always.

It was usually just Jongin, with the stray ChanBaek every now and then.

However, the tall, handsome male talking and sitting with Jongin was not Baekhyun and definitely not Chanyeol. So, who the fuck was this devilishly handsome man?

Your question was answered as soon as Jongin caught sight of you.

"[y/nickname]! Come here." Jongin grinned while excitingly waving you over, pulling you down next to him to introduce the intimidatingly handsome male in front of him.

"This is Oh Sehun, he's my roommate this year!" Jongin excitedly said with a large, goofy, adorable smile.

"Sehun-ah this is my best friend I was telling you about! This is [y/f/n]!" Jongin sounded even more excited to introduce you to this new species of man.

(Or maybe he was the same species as Jongin? They were both tall and extremely handsome...)

"Nice to meet you." A melodic voice brought you out of your thoughts as you stared at Sehun.

"It's nice to meet you as well, Sehun." You mumbled back shyly.

"I got your lunch already, [y/n/n]." Jongin pushed the tray you hadn't noticed towards you with another cute grin.

You grinned back, "Thanks Nini~"

You started eating and were so focused on your food—since you were starving—that you hadn't notice Jongin and Sehun talking until you were done. You looked up to see them deeply immersed into conversation about dancing; Jongin listening attentively to Sehun as he described a dance move or something. You felt like a proud mum when her child finally found a friend and smiled.

(They're definitely the same species)

Your attention was suddenly caught by one of Sehun's moves; he demonstrated a sitting body roll PERFECTLY and holy cow he's wearing a tight button up shirt. In those few seconds, your eyes saw every single rippling muscle under the tight-fitted shirt and your heart was crying. You weren't an ab, or muscle kinda gal, but that body-roll with that goddamn tight-fitting shirt was HEAVEN. You've been blessed.

However, you were so distracted by your new acquaintance that you didn't notice your alarm for your next class had gone off until you felt someone poke your cheek. You whipped your head around to see an innocent smiling Jongin.

"Don't you have class, [y/n/n]?" He blinked while tilting his head cutely.

"Class? Wh-I HAVE CLASS!! JONGIN WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME OH MY GAWD IM GONNA BE LATE AHHHHHHH." You scrambled up and stumbled over the seats while frantically waving bye to the two boys.

Luckily, you got to class on time.

~

When you received a text from Baekhyun containing an extremely cute video of Kyungsoo (don't ask why he sent it to you and not Jongin), you immediately bounced out of your dorm with a quick 'going to Jongin's' to your roommate, not leaving any time for her to reply. You bounced out of the female dorms and bounced your way to the male dorm building.

You sent a quick text to Jongin saying you 'got the good stuff' and once you reached he's dorm level you happily bounced over to his door. You swung it open without thought and strode in, only to let out a strangled cry once you saw the bare back of a man.

"WHA-WHO- JONGIN!!!!!" You stumbled onto Jongin's bed in fright and shock.

The bare-backed male kept moving up and down on the floor.

You stared at him until you realised who the sweaty, shirtless man was.

"Sehun!?" You screamed.

'WHY IS HE SHIRTLESS-WTF IS THIS,' you screamed in your head.

Then you noticed how he was doing the same move over and over and over again... He was doing push ups.

Actually, he was doing push ups with TWO FINGERS—WHAT FUCKING EVEN

"What the hell are you made of???" You accidentally said loudly and quickly clamped your hands over your mouth.

However...he just kept doing push ups...not a single reaction...which now that you've noticed...He hasn't looked up, freaked out or hasn't stopped doing push ups since you've entered...

You leaned off the edge of the bed to peak at he's face, and noticed earphones hanging around his face.

That must be why he hasn't noticed you yet.

You forgot you was hanging off the bed for a second from your deep thoughts, so when Sehun suddenly made eye contact with you, you freaked out and fell off the bed head first with a strangled cry. You groaned as you heard shuffling, along with a soft chuckle.

"Are you okay?" A sweaty God-crafted face peered over you with amusement swirling in his dark eyes.

"What type of species are you...?" You mumbled quietly while nursing your sore head as you sat up.

Sehun chuckled, "Jongin isn't here."

You pursed your lips and looked at him suspiciously, "Why do you think I'm here for Jongin?"

Sehun raised a smug eyebrow, "You're here to watch me work out then? I don't mind an audience."

"Huh—N-No! I'm here for J-Jongin!" You quickly stuttered as your face went red.

"He said he's going to be back soon, why don't you keep me company until then?" Sehun stood up and you came face-to-face with those godly abs you absolutely didn't imagine after his body roll at lunch.

Jesus [y/n] you just met the guy.

"S-sure." You absentmindedly stumbled out, and it didn't catch up to you until you heard Sehun's smug-ass answer,

"Didn't know you were so straightforward, [y/n/n]."

"O-only Jongin calls me that!!! I'M LEAVING!!!" You said loudly as your face heated up more and basically ran out of the room with Sehun's faint 'Bye [y/n/n] ~’ trailing behind you.

 Stupid Sehun species.

[hannahsmusings]

Lou

*Louis scoots over to the window and rolls it down, loving the warm wind against his face as the cab drives, taking so many photos and videos, knowing his mom and sisters would all be so jealous, so happy to be here, nearly forgetting about the lingering stress about Eleanor* *he glances over at you, a wide smile on his face, clearly so happy and in his element* Drop our shit off, tan and drink… drink some more, tan some more. Maybe explore while tanning and drinking? Liam should be in before the fancy dinner tonight so we’ll catch up with him at some point. *Louis always loved to drink, it being his thing, but his underlying nerves and stress were pushing him towards the bottle more* *his current thoughts weren’t on Eleanor but his subconscious brain was constantly stuck on it, making him want to drink even if he didn’t notice it* I know we’ll be jet lagged because of the time difference but mum told me we need to stay up and go to sleep at the proper time here or else we’ll be fucked for the entire trip so… no napping! *he points a finger at you, pretending to scold you, the two of you always being big nappers especially when together*

[_______________________

*grins to myself as I watch you fondly, seeing you like this being one of my favourite things, you always being so playful and child like when happy like this, snapping a discreet photo of you smiling at the view with the wind in your hair* *rollsmy eyes with a laugh at your reply, shaking my head in mock teasing* Why did I even ask? Should’ve known that would be your answer. *grins* I am soooo down. *giggles, wanting to get out in this sun asap* I brought so many bikinis it’s actually a bit of a joke. *laughs to myself before gasping as you direct your mums words at me* Hey! You’re just as guilty for midday naps. *cocks a brow in challenge before shrugging and grinning* I’ll try my best. *laughs, knowing the sun and alcohol would only make me more sleepy but wanting to be high energy for the fancy party tonight as it was black tie and it would be where you saw Eleanor for the first time in awhile, knowing you hadn’t asked me here to make her jealous but instead to support you but still wanting her to see you were fine and happy without her* *pulls up at the fancy resort and gasps* Holy shit. *looks at you with wide eyes before scrambling to get out the car as I look up at the building* God damn, is this heaven? Your mate must be fucking loaded!!! *always swears more when I was excited, unable to stop smiling as we get out the bags and pay the driver, walking into the lobby*

[imaginedilestrade]

The Midnight Lovers.

Summary: After an argument you leave your boyfriend, Greg. Months later your friends ask you on a road trip, only Greg was invited too. What the two of you don’t know is your friends have planned this trip to try and get the pair of you to rekindle. But will it work? Warnings: Fluff, Swearing (what’s new) A/N: Well guys I hand some heartbreaking news. Next week will be the last chapter of the Midnight Lovers 😱😭💔 I KNOW!! I have loved this fic and I honestly don’t know what I’ll do when it’s done 😅I hope you all enjoy and feedback is always welcome! Hope you all have a great weekend! 😁❤️ The Midnight Lovers Playlist —————————— Chapter 21 —————— “I’m sure there’s a perfectly logical explanation for this…” you calmly trailed off. “Oh god my mum’s going to kill me!” Mary panicked and paced around “I’m dead!” Mary stopped suddenly and exasperatingly slapped her thighs “I’m dead!” She sat down on the couch “I got married!” You glanced around the van and tried to remember what happened last night. You decided to wake up Sherlock because if anyone had a clue what happened, he would. You went into his room and found him sleeping with an arm around Jim’s waist. “Sherlock,” you lightly nudged him “Sherlock wake up…” “What?” He sleepily groaned into his pillow. “I need, well Mary, needs your help. It’s about last night…Sherlock,” you furrowed your eyebrows when you heard faint snoring “Sherlock!” You screamed and both he, and Jim, jumped.

“Fucking hell Y/N couldn’t you have screamed louder?” Jim grumbled and rubbed his eyes “What is it?” “What’s going on?” You turned your head and saw Greg standing there in a dressing gown, tiredly rubbing his face. You smiled at him and you felt a flutter in your chest hearing his sleepy, raspy voice that always made you weak at the knees. You quickly snapped back into trying to figure out the situation at hand. “I think Mary and John got married last night…” you breathed out “She woke up with a wedding ring on her finger and she has no idea what happened, I have no idea what happened so do any of you know?” You turned to Sherlock and Jim who were sitting up in the bed. “Molly might know?” Jim suggested “She was hanging about with you and Mary last night before we moved to that other pub.” “I can’t remember even leaving the pub we were in…” you uttered under your breath. “I think we are missing the most obvious and logical solution to this,” Sherlock put on that ‘God am I the only intelligent one here?’ Voice and you rolled your eyes, turning half your body almost mockingly as an indication for him to continue. “Have you asked John what happened?” “I haven’t had the chance to speak to John because one, I’ve been trying to calm down his hysterical girlfriend…well wife. Secondly I thought he might have been in here cause he’s not out there.” You turned around to Greg “Was he in with you?” “No, he wasn’t,” Greg said and you furrowed a brow. “John?” You called out and rushed to Molly and Anderson’s room “John?” You called out again and went out to the main living area “John?!” “What is it?” Mary asked. You shut your eyes over and placed your hands over your mouth “Oh god…” you uttered out with a muffled voice “Oh no, no, no! Not again!” “What? What is it?” Greg came up behind you and placed his hands on your shoulders.

You turned to him “We left John. Again.” You rushed to the steering wheel and started the camper van. “What do you mean we left John?!” Mary sat beside you and screamed in your ear so loud that for a minute you were convinced your eardrums had burst. You let out a loud sigh “There was a guy this morning banging on the van door. He told me the van was parked in private property so I had no choice but to move it when he asked! I was the only one up and assumed everyone was on board!” “It’s alright Y/N,” Molly emerged from her door with a tired smile “Accidents happen.” “Yes but now it’s happened twice, do we have something against John?” Sherlock uttered and you could only imagine what deadly glare Mary was giving him. That didn’t stop Sherlock however, “Well I think a congratulations are in order…” he trailed off “Not for the alleged marriage but to Mary, for what seems to be the shortest marriage ever because we have abandoned her husband. Not even twelve hours into a marriage…that’s a new record, well done.” Jim flicked Sherlock’s ear “Mary didn’t abandon him!” The Irishman said and then paused for a minute “Technically Y/N did-” “Jim!” You screeched. The others in the van tried to get a hold of John while Mary moved to sit with Molly in her room. Anderson managed to get through to John and you picked him up near a petrol station. “I’m starting to think this is intentional…” John stepped into the van cracking a joke. “It really isn’t John, sorry! I really didn’t mean it. I had to move the van.” You explained and placed a hand on his arm.

John opened his mouth but was taken aback when Mary screamed, “John Hamish Watson!” You sunk down in your seat with an uneasy look. “Explain this!” All you could hear was John’s laugh before a loud bang followed it. You spun round on the chair and saw John on the floor “Oh my god…” you breathed out and looked to the heavens for strength. Mary was frantically tapping John’s face, trying to get him to open his eyes. “That’s hilarious, I can’t believe he actually fainted!” Sherlock clutched onto his stomach as he hysterically laughed. “Sherlock for gods sake, timing!” Molly snapped and helped Mary lift John onto the couch. You started the van up again with a sigh, you knew you had to keep driving. Greg came up from behind and whispered in your ear, “I can look around the van for any signs of paperwork or anything. I’m getting my degree in law as well as policing so I’ll know if this apparent wedding was official.” You turned your head slightly “Thanks, Greg.” He sent you a smile and walked off while you continued to drive towards the border. Jim came to sit next to you and as he did it sounded as if his lungs were deflating “What a day…” he uttered. “I know,” you uttered and hear faint groaning from behind you “Is he waking up?” “It looks like it…” Jim craned his neck over the top of his seat too see “Greg’s coming,” Jim muttered and turned to you with a smirk. You rolled your eyes and lightly shook your head. “Y/N you might want to pull over,” Greg told you and you did as he asked, pulling into a campsite. You turned around and saw him with a piece of paper in his hand. Your eyes flickered from the paper to Greg’s eyes. You knew what words were on the tip of his tongue.

— Everyone was sitting at the dining table as Greg explained the document he had found “This is an official certificate. It’s all above board.” “So we did marry?” Mary asked, sounding a lot calmer than she did earlier. “Oh god…” John muttered and placed his head in his hands. Mary glared at him and cleared her throat in irritation. John tensed “I…I mean that’s great! Amazing! Terrific!” You raised a brow at his fake enthusiasm. “No,” he said with a serious tone and turned to look at Mary face on. He held her hand in his “No, I mean it. As unconventional as it was, I’m happy. I love you Mary.” “I love you too,” she smiled and pecked his lips. You smiled at both of them and tilted your head to Greg. He shot you a wink before standing up and soon the whole table dispersed. Sherlock and Anderson made dinner, to everyone’s surprise it was actually edible. You put a movie on and settled on the couch, lying up against Jim. The camper had never felt so warm or cosy before. The only source of light was from the few lit candles and fairy lights Mary had put up but it made the camper feel so homely. “I think I’ll miss Scotland…” the Irishman thought aloud. You sat up and an idea popped into your head. You fetched Mary’s ukulele and strummed a few notes before quickly tuning it. “What are you going to play?” Molly softly asked while curling up on the couch.

You replied with the song “I don’t know if you can see the changes that have come over me, in these last few days I’ve been afraid that I might drift away…” you softly sang and strummed the strings. You confined singing but with the addition of Molly’s voice, “I’ve been telling old stories, singing songs that make me think about where I’ve come from. That’s the reason why I seem so far away today…” A large smile took over your face when everyone suddenly joined in for the chorus: “Let me tell you that I love you, that I think about you all the time…” you glanced up to Greg and saw him looking at you. You could feel tears of happiness stinging your eyes and your smile was so wide your cheeks were beginning to ache. “Caledonia, you’re calling me, now I’m going home…But if I should become a stranger, know that it would make me more than sad…” You lightly strummed the final notes “Caledonia’s been everything I’ve ever had…” Everyone’s voices faded out. You all look to one another before letting out a deafening cheer and clapping. You saw Greg motioning you to your room and you managed to slip away without anyone noticing. They were all too busy still cheering. You followed Greg in, not bothering to shut the door. “That was incredible…your voice is so beautiful.” “You think? Tha-” you were cut off by Greg’s lips crashing against your own. You could feel how much your singing had moved him by the intensity and passion of the kiss. You smiled against his skin and wrapped your arms around his neck, subconsciously raising yourself on your tiptoes. He wrapped his arms tightly around your waist. The kiss made you dizzy with emotion and lack of air. “Holy shit!” You both broke away with a gasp hearing a voice by the door. Jim was standing there with a gaping mouth. “Guys!” He screamed to the rest of the gang “They’re kissing!” He screamed again and jumped on the spot “They’re fucking kissing!” ——————— Tags: (Let me know if you’d like to be tagged/Untagged)

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[ijustcantholdthefeels]

65 questions you are not used to

I saw this post right after getting into my bed back at home, and since I have 0 chill I answered almost all of the questions.

1. Do you ever doubt the existence of others than you? On the contrary, sometimes I’m on the subway thinking about all the other people around me and it makes me feel like my problems are not that big.

2. On a scale of 1-5, how afraid of the dark are you? I'm gonna say 2.

3. The person you would never want to meet? Donald Trump.

4. What is your favorite word? If I think about it right now, the ones that come to mind in my mothertongues are "rendija" and "acàcia".

5. If you were a type of tree, what would you be? ... a fucking PINE.

6. When you looked in the mirror this morning what was the first thing you thought? "You look good, don't worry."

7. What shirt are you wearing? I'm wearing a dark grey onesie :')

8. What do you label yourself as? Anxoveta.

9. Bright room or dark room? Bright bright bright please ("dark room" reminds me of Life is Strange)

10. What were you doing at midnight last night? Reading fanfiction. Especifically, "Send nudes, winky face" by thephilosophah. Go read that bakusquad masterpiece.

11. Favorite age you’ve been so far? My current 22 or when I my sister was born, 7 years old.

12. Who told you they loved you last? My dad.

13. Your worst enemy? Myself.

14. What is your current desktop picture? Kirishima Eijirou's silouette :')

15. Do you like someone? Well, duh. I like my sister, I like my squad, I like a boy in my master's too.

16. The last song you listened to? Exo, by Beyoncé.

17. You can press a button that will make any one person explode. Who would you blow up? *burns this question* Bakugou, don't be rude. We don’t explode people. 

18. Who would you really like to just punch in the face? All the pedophiles in the world.

19. If anyone could be your slave for a day, who would it be and what would they have to do? Fuck this question in particular: I'd never have a slave.

20. What is your best physical attribute? (showing said attribute is optional) My MOUTH!

21. If you were the opposite sex for one day, what would you look like and what would you do? I'd look like a really skinny and cheerful gay boi (I really like men, they are aesthetic af) and the first thing I'd do would be jerk off.

22. Do you have a secret talent? If yes, what is it? I can speak a really stupid and invented language (my sister is the only other speaker)

23. What is one unique thing you’re afraid of? Unhappiness.

24. You can only have one kind of sandwich. Every sandwich ingredient known to humankind is at your disposal. Le Poisedon from the Monoprix in Croix de Chavaux. It was made of dark bread with pumpkin seeds, salmon, cream cheese, lettuce and cucumber.

25. You just found $100! How are you going to spend it? I'd but lots of different cakes and invite my family and friends over.

26. You just got a free plane ticket to anywhere in the world, but you have to leave immediately. Where are you going to go? I just came back home from abroad, so I'm good. I'll give the ticket to my friend Belén so that she can go and meet her idols.

27. An angel appears out of Heaven and offers you a lifetime supply of the alcoholic beverage of your choice. “Be brand-specific” it says. Man! What are you gonna say about that? Even if you don’t drink booze there’s something you can figure out… so what’s it gonna be? Aigua de valència!

28. You discover a beautiful island upon which you may build your own society. You make the rules. What is the first rule you put into place? Be kind to everyone always.

29. What is your favorite expletive? ... my wot.

30. Your house is on fire, holy shit! You have just enough time to run in there and grab ONE inanimate object. Don’t worry, your loved ones and pets have already made it out safely. So what’s the one thing you’re going to save from that blazing inferno? ... my laptop Kiri.

31. You can erase any horrible experience from your past. What will it be? I can't pick one, I've been thinking for several minutes now.

32. You got kicked out of the country for being a time-traveling heathen who sleeps with celebrities and has super-powers. But check out this cool shit… you can move to anywhere else in the world! ... dude.

33. The Celestial Gates Of Beyond have opened, much to your surprise because you didn’t think such a thing existed. Death appears. As it turns out, Death is actually a pretty cool entity, and happens to be in a fantastic mood. Death offers to return the friend/family-member/person/etc. of your choice to the living world. Who will you bring back? My grandad.

34. What was your last dream about? I was in a relationship with one friend from a music summercamp and we were chilling in a little village near the sea. Everything was alright, life was easy.

35. Are you a good….[insert anything you’d like here]? Student? Not really these days hahahaha.

36. Have you ever been admitted to the hospital? Nope.

37. Have you ever built a snowman? Yes!!!!

38. What is the color of your socks? Dark grey with mustard yellow stars

39. What type of music do you like? I generally like everything, but these days I'm into electronic/dance music and lo-fi/vaporwave shit.

40. Do you prefer sunrises or sunsets? Sunrises are ethereal, man.

41. What is your favorite milkshake flavor? Can I say cacaolat?

42. What football team do you support? (I will answer in terms of American football as well as soccer) Força Barça! (But the old Barça, the one when I was 6 years old and I played football for hours with my father in our patio dressed with the full equipation or Guardiola’s dream team, I guess).

43. Do you have any scars? Yeah, one on one side of my chin from when a classmate threw a piece of cement to my face :)

44. What do you want to be when you graduate? A happy and motivated human being.

45. If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be? My self-confidence, my pessimist views. I'd turn them around to make them the opposite of what they are.

46. Are you reliable? I guess so.

47. If you could ask your future self one question, what would it be? Are you happy with the life you have?

48. Do you hold grudges? ... fuck, yes.

49. If you could breed two animals together to defy the laws of nature, what new animal would you create? I have 0 doubts with this one: DRAGONS.

50. What is the most unusual conversation you’ve ever had? Shit, I don't know. 404 not found.

51. Are you a good liar? Yes, but never to my mum.

52. How long could you go without talking? Less than 24 hours.

53. What has been you worst haircut/style? El kirikiTM in 2nd ESO

54. Have you ever baked your own cake? Nay.

55. Can you do any accents other than your own? I don't think so.

56. What do you like on your toast? Butter and only butter! Maybe Nutella if I’m feeling like it.

57. What is the last thing you drew a picture of? I tried to draw a funicular (keyword being "tried").

58. What would be you dream car? An electric blue Seat Marbella (i like small, old cars, even though i don’t particularly like driving).

59. Do you sing in the shower? Or do anything unusual in the shower? Explain. I LOVE SINGING IN THE SHOWER.

60. Do you believe in aliens? A 100%.

61. Do you often read your horoscope? Nah, don't really believe in it.

62. What is your favorite letter of the alphabet? I'm between A and R.

63. Which is cooler: dinosaurs or dragons? This one is more difficult than question #49, but I'm gonna say dragons again.

64. What do you think about babies? Future heroes.

65. Freebie! Ask anything interesting you can think of. You can make one (1) fictional character non-ficitional anymore. Who would you choose?