#i had another relationship idea for nina at first

[nikatyler]

Nina & Jacob will be coming back to my youtube channel soon 💜🐺

[reve-writes]

—bejeweled; kaz brekker.

ʚ kaz brekker x reader | grishaverse | 1,2k words. ʚ from this ask. | dating kaz brekker, and he gifts you jewelry as trinkets like the crow he is. ʚ established relationship; crow club drinking. ʚ a/n i love this idea so much! i'm sorry if it's rushed or slightly off. thank you for reading!

It started out small. Kaz had a ring he looped through a silver rolo chain necklace that he wore, tucked under his shirt, until one day it wasn't there anymore. The ring was a simple silver thin band with the letter R carved into the inside of it. It was a barely noticeable part of his get up, but Inej, the sharp-eyed wraith, noticed the lack of shining silver chain under his collar.

“Did you lose your necklace?” Inej asked, settling into the barstool next to him in the Crow Club. Kaz looked up from his glass, acknowledging her with a brief glance from under his hat.

“No,” he replied, not elaborating any further. Kaz Brekker couldn't help the way his eyes fall onto you as you sat at one of the tables with Jesper and Wylan. You laughed, throwing down your hand of five cards victoriously. His eyes caught the glimpse of silver around your left middle finger. A ring. His ring.

An involuntary smile crept onto his lips. It vanished within a second, as if it had never been there in the first place.

You turned your head, catching his stare before you sauntered over towards him. Kaz didn't say a word, turning to the back door of the club that led to a mostly deserted alley, hoping you would get the hint to trail after him.

The door clicked shut behind him, but not three seconds passed, it swung open again. You stood there, grinning smugly towards him.

“If I didn't know any better, I might start thinking that you missed me,” you said, brushing some lint off of his collar.

His gloved hand caught yours, holding it in place as you tilted your head to look at him. “I thought it was the other way around.”

He smoothed out your palm, pressing the back of your hand to his lips briefly. When he pulled away, he was twirling the ring around your finger. It was intimate—the ring was his and it was on you. You were his, as scary as the thought was to him, he liked it just as much.

Next, it was an ankle bracelet. A small little thing, usually tucked safely inside the neck of your boots. Then, eventually he started bringing whatever jewelry he found his hands on.

Your last job was for a painting—expensive, six digits in Kruge, and it went mostly smooth-sailing, other than a couple of close calls. Everyone was safe, celebrating at the Crow Club. Drinking, dancing and laughing like there was no tomorrow. The ever-brooding Dirtyhands seemed to be in a lighter mood as well.

You danced to the music, trotting towards the Bar for a refill. His eyes trailed after you, trying to catch your glance. When he locked eyes with you, his head tilted slightly to the back door. His gloved hand definitely pulled another card from his sleeves and he revealed his hand on the gambling table. Sly cheater.

Jesper groaned loudly. “Kaz wins? Again?!”

Nina laughed merrily, leaning on Matthias' shoulder as she shuffled the deck again.

Kaz stood up as you were already closing the door behind you.

“I need a drink,” said Kaz. The rest of the table did not question him as they were already starting another round, this time with Wylan as a challenger.

Kaz was out the door in seconds.

“Seems our rendezvous is compromised, Brekker,” you said when the door clicked shut behind him. You gestured to a drunken man, passed out by the door, snoring loudly.

His nose scrunched up in disgust, noticing the putrid smell of alcohol and puke. “I wanted to give you this.”

Like a magician, he pulled a string of chain necklace out of thin air. Kaz and his sleight of hand was something you found extremely endearing.

“You took it from the house.” Your eyes widened, noticing the intricately-shaped charm of the necklace. It was the silhouette of a crow. You mentioned it to him in passing as you looked around the room where you were taking the painting from.

“It's yours.”

You let him hook the necklace around your neck, noticing the way his fingers brushed against your nape longer than it should have.

“Thank you, Kaz,” you muttered, taking his hand with both of yours, pressing it to the side of your face. You leaned into the leather, closing your eyes.

The next time it was more noticable, a bright ruby ring, occupying your pointer finger. It was a small band, but the red stood out extremely against the silver. Your last job was at a pawn shop that belonged to a swindler that you were paid to intimidate into returning the money they had scammed out of your client. As part of it, you were to conduct a robbery of sorts. You were allowed to keep your loot on top of your payment. It was an easy deal to take.

You arrived at the shop just a bell past midnight. Jesper had already snatched a couple of vintage cufflinks for himself. Inej didn't mind swiping a knife or two from the extensive collection. Wylan was fixated on a small, bronze clock. Matthias was shifting through fur jackets being hanged by the door.

Nina gasped when she opened the box of jewelry. It was filled with various stones on different ring bands. There was a mix of earrings, necklaces and bracelets, too, but everyone was eyeing the ruby. It was practically shining.

“That is stunning,” said Jesper, already moving to grab it from Nina's grasp.

Before Jesper could take it, Kaz's gloved fingers closed over it. He tucked it into the pocket of his vest. “That is mine.”

Everyone let out a noise of disagreement, but relented anyway. However, it created quite the scandal when you headed down for breakfast and the ring was adorning your ring finger.

Wylan was the first to notice the bright red stone. His jaw dropped, trailing after the clueless you, who was almost on auto-pilot as you buttered a piece of bread and bit into it.

Wylan tugged on Jesper's hand, pointing at your finger. Jesper let out a conspiratory gasp, which alerted Nina and Matthias. Inej, who was blowing on her cup of tea, looked up as well. Kaz was nowhere to be seen yet.

“Morning, everyone,” you mumbled, rubbing the sleep off of your eyes. You were taken aback by everyone's bewildered reaction. “Are you okay? Is there something wrong with me?”

Self-consciously, you started smoothing out your hair and tugged on the collar of your shirt.

“Oh, you're fine,” Jesper said. “We just can't help but be curious of the ring.”

In your sleepy haze, you shrugged. “A gift from Kaz.”

As if on cue, Kaz walked down the stairs. Everyone's gaze turned on him simultaneously.

“He gifted it to you?” Asked Matthias, tilting his head inquisitively.

Kaz, with his usual scowl, asked back, “What are you all on about?”

“Everything made sense!” yelled Nina. “Matthias, I told you about the changes in Kaz's heartrate—”

“—or the way he sometimes disappears—” said Wylan.

Jesper chided in, “—and he's never cared for jewelry before, but lately he's been taking souvenirs back—”

“—and he's been giving them to ___,” concluded Inej.

“Well done,” said Kaz uninterestedly. “Astute observations.”

He brushed past you, taking a bite out of your buttered bread as he did. “Good morning.”

It was safe to say that the rest of the day was filled with inquiries by everyone else. Kaz wanted no part in it, leaving you to deal with the barrage of questions from how and when and all the sorts. You swore you'd have a couple of words for Kaz by the end of the day.

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[asexualenjolras]

I've finished watching season two, and I have some thoughts I needed to just get out. Neil Gaiman is a very talented writer, and the way he writes the Ineffable Husbands' relationship is so authentic and beautiful.

Aziraphale and Crowley's relationship is so much more complex than having them end up happy so soon after Crowley admitted his feelings for his angel. They've spent 6,000 years, as Nina and Maggie put it, not talking to one another about how they feel. It isn't unimaginable that Aziraphale would struggle with his feelings when Crowley finally admits how he feels.

Of the two of them, Crowley is more settled in his freedom. He has no ties to Hell, or Heaven, or Earth. He knows that he would be happy living away from all of that with Aziraphale. It's what he's wanted for a while, and he's content with the idea. We've now seen him ask Aziraphale to run away with him twice (once in season one, and once in season two). He's perfectly happy with that idea. And him telling Aziraphale that at the end of season two was such character development compared to him just screaming at his angel in the first season.

Overall, Crowley knows he loves Aziraphale more than Earth, or Hell, or Heaven and Maggie and Nina help him reach that conclusion by the end of the season. Nothing matters more to Crowley than Aziraphale. And we have seen him threaten to throw everything away for him twice now. He wants Aziraphale and Crowley is contented with the idea of it being the two of them for the rest of time.

However, Aziraphale has never wanted solitude. He's never once said that that's something he wants. Aziraphale's wants and needs are in constant battle with one another, and what he wants is ... to be good. His morals are objective, and he is burdened by his constant need to be good and to be fair - even if it means being unfair to himself. He's prone to self-sabotage. And he will forever put other people and beings before himself.

Aziraphale, like Crowley, knows that he is bound to Crowley for eternity. They are soulmates. 6,000 years of finding one another is evidence of that. But Aziraphale's trauma is so deep-rooted. It is engrained in him that he needs to be good. He believes it's integral to his being. He's spent 6,000 years doing his absolute best to impress Heaven and God, and his morals aren't going to change just because Crowley admits his feelings for him. He is, at the heart and soul, good. And he can't move past his morals and put himself first because that would be ... out of character. He's conflicted. But the one thing he is is ... good.

Aziraphale wanted Crowley with him just as much as Crowley wanted him. But he just wanted to try and balance Heaven and Crowley. He wanted Crowley to be an angel with him, and be happy and work together as they always had. He didn't want anything to change (he's so autistic). When Crowley told him that he didn't want to stay in Heaven, Aziraphale was confused and hurt. You could see it in his face.

And, integrally, he could have demanded that Crowley come with him, he could have been selfish for the first time in his life, but he wasn't ... and he couldn't ever be. He let Crowley go. Because he thought that was what was best for him. He put Crowley first and pushed his own wants and needs aside. Crowley told him he didn't want to go, so he let him walk out.

Importantly, we see him doubt. He stops for a split second and considers going with Crowley when he sees that Crowley has waited for him on the other side of the road (Crowley didn't go ... too fast this time, he stayed put and didn't run away - he waited for Aziraphale - but don't get me started because I will cry).

Overall, just as we've seen Crowley's want to run away with Aziraphale before, we've seen Aziraphale turn down that offer in place of doing the right thing (or, what Aziraphale feels is the right thing). This isn't new. And they will get through it. They just have a bad time communicating with one another.

One thing is certain, though: they are soulmates. And they will find their way to one another again. They have done for the past 6,000 years. It's ineffable. They are ineffable.

Neil's a genius. And the mirroring between their relationship in the two seasons is so well-written, and complex and I have so much admiration for it.

Anyways, that's all I can muster in thought. I'm off to cry because angst makes me sob. And I'm heartbroken. I'm so hopeful for a season three. I need to see this angel and ... Crowley again.

[undiscovered-horizon]

"Four Crows Investigation" - Kaz Brekker x Reader

[vulgar language]

[Part 2 - Lovebirds' Outfox]

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SUMMARY: After Nina makes a passing comment about Brekker’s heartbeat, three crows join her in an investigation to uncover the true nature of your relationship with Kaz.

WORDCOUNT: ~ 1.4k

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Sitting around the table, leaning forward in a secretive manner, the four Crows look nothing short of a conspiracy. Their appearance is in no way deceptive - that’s exactly the reason for their meeting. Nina looks between Jesper’s and Wylan’s shoulders, checking whether you and Kaz are in any way suspicious of their gathering. For now, you look a little too preoccupied with each other. Time for the final conference.

The Heartrender leans even further towards her friends, looking between them with a questioning gaze. She seems to be the most excited about this ‘secretive investigation’, as she called it a week ago, but that should not come as a surprise - all of this has been her idea from start to finish. The moment she noticed Kaz’s heartbeat significantly pick up when you showed up in a ball gown in an attempt to mix in with the immorally wealthy crowd at the banquet, Nina simply had to know more. Her friends, although reluctant at first, joined the scheme out of their own meddling.

“So, what did you manage to find out?” She’s trying to keep her voice quiet but the sheer excitement makes it difficult.

“I still don’t understand why we’re doing this,” Wylan stutters out while shaking his head gently. He may be part of a crime syndicate now but spying on his friends, and his boss, just seems too far.

“Because we care about them?” Jesper asks with fake worry in his voice. Then, a devious smile appears on his face. “And we’re morbidly curious.”

“Can’t we just ask them, then?”

“As if either of them is going to say something,” Inej grunts. Knowing both of you fairly well, she never expected a straightforward question to get anything outside of a snarky comment or a side-eye.

Nina impatiently taps her hand on the table. “Alright, who goes first?”

╚ Jesper’s Evidence  ╝

He knows Kaz is going to get angry the moment he walks through the door but, at the same time, Jesper’s kind of out of options. As much as he hates to admit it to himself and definitely will not do it aloud, he’s facing an impasse.

The moment he pushes the door open, your and Kaz’s eyes snap towards him. He makes a note of your shoulders - brushing against one another as you’re standing over scattered papers, a little too close for practicality or for the closeness to be accredited to accident. You’re definitely giving the impression that he walked in at an inconvenient moment.

But Jesper is good at bluffing, never giving away that he noticed the thought-provoking lack of space between you. “Carliogne won’t talk unless he sees the contract you signed with Bruglione,” he informs. “His reasoning is that we’re probably trying to fuck him over.”

Kaz stares at him for a moment with an unreadable expression. “We are,” he finally answers.

“Well, he doesn’t need to know that for now, does he?”

“It makes sense,” you speak up. Pondering, you nod to yourself. “If he sees the contract, he’ll become less cautious and playing him should be even easier. Just wait a second,” you wave your hand at Jesper, “I think I put it in the bottom drawer.”

The moment you crouch behind the desk, Jesper’s eyes catch movement - Kaz is covering the edge of the table over your head with his hand. Considering that he’s looking at papers in the opposite direction, he might not even be aware of this little habit. The gunslinger stifles a smile. Nina is going to love this.

Soon, you stand back up at the protective hand reaches to flip through a wad of documents as though nothing has happened. Extending your arm towards Jesper, you offer him the folded contract between your two fingers.

“Please, don’t get it stained.”

“Can’t make promises,” he says with a cheeky smile as he snatches the paper from you.

Jesper hears your groan right before he closes the door behind himself.

╚ Wylan’s Evidence  ╝

Wylan rarely got ‘field work’ aside from setting up explosives. The out-of-ordinary occasions were stake-outs, when he’d sit in one place for hours on end waiting for something to happen, having only Jesper’s company to pass the time - not that there’s anything wrong with that. In fact, that’s the only part that makes those ‘patrol duties’ bearable.

 Although he feels uneasy creepily watching, he’s supposed to wait for an agreed-on sign to carry out his part in the plan. And with Jesper gone to the bathroom, the responsibility of staying vigilant is his only. Sitting on the carriage bench, he has a good view of the street but most of his attention surrounds a certain table at a boulangerie near the junction. You and Kaz are doing a great job at looking common - just drinking coffee, chatting, completely run-of-the-mill people and definitely not hardened criminals ready to call their companions to action when their prey is in sight.

Wylan suddenly sits up, hardly believing the scene unfolding before his eyes: you offer Kaz your bagel and he just… bites it. No glares, no scowls, he just takes a bite and you continue the conversation. Maybe Nina was right and something is up.

The carriage shakes slightly as Jesper gets back on it. “What did I miss?” he asks in an upbeat voice.

╚ Inej’s Evidence ╝

It’s the middle of the night but Inej rarely works at other times. Only one thing stands between her and the comfort of her bed - Kaz. She’s well-aware that he’s still going to be working at this hour, making her wonder once more: when does he rest?

Kaz seems to be expecting her as he doesn’t even flinch when she barges into his office. He just looks up at her for a moment, only to return to writing something. Inej is about to tell him what Lorenzzo Carliogne had been up to during the day, when her eyes focus on a surprising singularity: the daybed standing in the corner of the office, used as an additional shelf or a desk most of the time, is occupied. First, she realizes that it’s you sleeping on it but then another, a much more interesting detail, catches her eye in the dim candlelight of the room - you’re covered with a coat that undoubtedly looks like it belongs to Kaz.

“I take it there’s a reason you’re here at this hour?” Brekker brings her attention back to himself.

“Yes,” she starts, sparing you one last glance before looking at Kaz, “Carliogne lives with his wife and three children. Staff comes in through a separate pair of doors, only the main chef and butler have keys to it. There’s a rotation in guards during lunch.”

“Good,” he answers. Kaz looks up at Inej but again, it’s just for a moment - his focus is soon directed at the papers in front of him.

A silence falls. The thought to inquire about you, the daybed and his coat passes her thoughts but an instinct dissuades her from doing so. Because realistically, what sort of answer would Kaz give her anyway? It’s better to spare herself the snark and just go to bed.

The four friends look between each other, curious whether all of them came to the same conclusion. Tense excitement hangs in the air. There is a certain aspect of juvenile nosyness that entices them, making this whole over-the-top operation fun and not just a gossip convention.

A pout twists Nina’s face. It would have looked sad if it wasn’t for her raised eyebrows, making her expression more compassionate than woeful. “They’re so in love it’s kind of embarrassing,” she announces.

Three pairs of eyes follow her pitiful gaze to the faraway table where you’re sitting with Kaz, oblivious to the interest the Crows have in you. It looks like you’re retelling him a story, gesturing wildly with one of your hands, while the other is kept on the table, underneath his gloved fingers. Kaz is just nodding along, answering something shortly from time to time. 

“Just look at them,” Jesper says with a sense of misguided pride as though he had some contribution in the makings of the couple. He’s shaking his head with amusement. “How could we ever had any doubts?”

“Do you think they know that we know?” Wylan asks quietly.

Inej shrugs. “I don’t think they care.”

[mischiefinbloom]

Hey how are you?? Could you write something where Timothée (or any of his characters) and fem reader have a best friend like relationship like leaning into each other when laughing or things like that

hi, sweets! it wasn't very clear to me whether you'd prefer something more platonic or a friends to lovers dynamic, so sorry if it’s not what you wanted! happy new year everyone! ㅤ♡ྀི

୧ ‧₊˚ just friends, right?

₊⊹ summary: two friends, one unspoken love. you and timothée struggle with their feelings, afraid to ruin everything. after a tense buildup, they finally admit the truth and step into something new together.

₊��� pairing: timothée chalamet x reader

₊⊹ warnings: idiots in love, heavy on pinning, messy feelings, a little angst, slowburn.

₊⊹ author's note: sorry for the delay—i’ve been super busy because i just graduated from high school! the school year here is a bit different from what you might be used to. our academic calendar usually ends in december, which is why i disappeared for a bit—i had so much going on!

the manhattan sun felt hotter that summer of 2002. you were just a six-year-old child, curious and reserved, the kind who preferred watching the world rather than diving into it. afternoons were spent at the neighborhood park, where the shade of old trees offered welcome relief from the heat. while other kids ran and played, you sat at the edge of the fountain, holding a strawberry ice cream that always melted too quickly.

it was there that you saw timothée for the first time. he appeared like a storm: awkward, dirty, and determined, clutching a blue frisbee to his chest with an urgency that seemed exaggerated for someone so small.

“hide this for me!” he yelled, his hazel eyes wide. before you could respond, he shoved the frisbee into your hands and ducked behind the fountain.

you looked at the toy, then at two older boys who appeared moments later, panting. “did you see a kid run by with this?”

you shook your head, gripping the frisbee tightly. the boys muttered something before walking away, and timothée emerged from his hiding spot, his face lit up with a smile of relief.

“thanks for that! i’m timothée,” he said, extending a dirty hand towards you.

you hesitated for a moment but ended up shaking his hand. “can i call you timmy?”

from that day on, timothée started showing up everywhere. at the park, at school, even at your building’s doorstep, with ideas for adventures that never seemed to work out but always ended in laughter. he was everything you weren’t: impulsive, fearless, and loud. and, somehow, that made sense.

one afternoon, as you climbed a tree to fetch a kite stuck in the branches, he looked at you with the kind of awkward confidence only kids have. “did you know that friends are like brothers you get to choose?”

you laughed, thinking that was a silly thing to say. but somehow, it stayed with you.

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manhattan in winter was a moving painting. fog danced between the trees at bryant park, and the smell of roasted chestnuts mingled with the icy air. you crossed the bustling streets of soho with timothée by your side, both bundled in heavy coats that barely kept out the cold. he wore a black cap, the brim pulled low to hide his face, but his relaxed posture gave him away. he was used to being recognized, even when pretending otherwise.

“why do you always make me walk in the cold?” you complained, adjusting your scarf.

“because the cold makes us feel alive,” he answered with a crooked smile. “and, honestly, i needed coffee. good coffee.”

the café he picked felt like a portal to another decade. dark wooden tables, fogged-up windows, and a jukebox in the corner playing nina simone. the owner, an older man with gray hair and a warm expression, greeted timothée with a knowing nod, as if they were old friends.

“is this where you hide?” you asked, as he chose the furthest table.

“not always. but today feels like the right place.”

you sat across from him, your fingers still cold as you cradled the warm cup the waitress brought moments later. timothée ordered a cappuccino, as usual, while you opted for a chai latte with oat milk — something he always teased you about.

“can’t you just order coffee? it’s a coffee shop, not a tea salon.”

“you’re so predictable,” you replied, teasing him back.

despite the casual tone, something felt different that day. he seemed more introspective, his fingers absently tracing the rim of his cup as his eyes wandered over the people around you.

“is everything okay?” you asked, leaning in slightly.

“yeah, just… sometimes it’s hard to shut it off, you know?”

“shut what off?”

“all of it.” he gestured towards the window, where a group of teenagers passed by with their phones, clearly trying to sneak a peek inside. “the constant attention. the expectations. when i’m with you, it feels like… a break.”

you stayed silent for a moment, absorbing his words. “maybe because i’ve never treated you like someone who needs to impress me.”

he smiled, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “yeah, maybe that’s it.”

the silence between you was comfortable but heavy. you knew there was more behind his words, but you decided not to push. with timothée, things needed to be unraveled on his time.

later that day, you both went to evan’s loft, an eccentric director who always gathered artists, musicians, and writers for intimate parties. the place was a mix of chaos and elegance: worn leather couches, shelves overflowing with books, and an entire wall covered in vintage movie posters.

music echoed through the walls, laughter mingling with the sound of crystal glasses clinking in exaggerated toasts. in one corner, the beat of a hip-hop track seemed to make the floor vibrate, while in another, conversations flowed smoothly over red wine and quiet chuckles.

when you and timothée arrived, the scene felt uncomplicated, even familiar. the kind of party you always attended with him, where the sense of being out of place was outweighed by his presence. as always, he was the center of attention, effortlessly. people gravitated towards him with ease, and the fact that timothée seemed uninterested in being the “star” of the night only made him shine brighter, as if his modesty was yet another irresistible quality.

you, on the other hand, felt like a shadow beside him. it wasn’t uncomfortable, but you knew that standing next to him, people looked at you with a certain fascination too — as if, by osmosis, you absorbed some of the light that surrounded him. still, timothée seemed oblivious to everything happening around him. shortly after arriving, he disappeared, as he often did, seeking a bit of personal space amidst the chaos.

not knowing what to do, you found yourself wandering through the party, feeling slightly out of place but also entertained. the environment, though lively, had something comforting about it. you joined a small group of timothée’s friends, some familiar, others not so much. among them was ethan, a young artist you’d started talking to a few weeks earlier. his laid-back demeanor quickly revealed itself as he began a conversation that started with a discussion about the meaning of art and drifted into inside jokes about a notoriously clueless art critic.

the conversation flowed effortlessly, and you felt like you could lose yourself in those words, a kind of familiarity that brought comfort. the outside world felt distant — you no longer worried about timothée being elsewhere, as your focus remained on that small circle.

but even with the chatter and laughter around you, something in the air felt off. something in you, or maybe in the space itself, left the impression that there was more between the people than just the pleasure of company.

you tried to ignore it, letting yourself get caught up in ethan’s story about an art exhibit he’d recently attended. however, when you glanced around the room, your eyes met timothée’s. he was standing in the kitchen, his back to the party, his shoulders relaxed, but his gaze sharper than usual, fixed on you.

for a moment, you didn’t think much of it. you were used to his constant presence, the way he always seemed to be nearby, subtly but intensely. yet, something about that look made him seem distant, as if he were taking in more of you than you were ready to give in that instant.

but you continued your conversation with ethan, laughing at his story about a difficult client in a gallery. you didn’t notice that, meanwhile, timothée remained there, unmoving, watching you. his presence felt closer than it actually was, as if he were silently following every word you spoke, every gesture you made.

later that night, as the party dwindled and the music softened, you slipped out onto evan’s fire escape for some fresh air. the chill of the night cut through the warmth of the crowded loft, and the city below seemed quieter, somehow, as if holding its breath.

you leaned against the railing, eyes tracing the lights of manhattan, when you heard the window behind you slide open. timothée stepped out, holding a glass of wine, his coat hanging loosely on his shoulders.

“needed a moment?” he asked, his voice soft, the question almost casual.

you nodded, not looking at him at first. “yeah. it’s… a lot in there.”

he joined you at the railing, standing just a little too close. the silence between you wasn’t uncomfortable, but it felt thick with something unspoken.

after a few moments, he glanced over at you. “so, ethan… he seems nice.”

you turned toward him, surprised by the comment. “he is. we were just talking, nothing special.”

timothée didn’t respond immediately, but his gaze lingered on you. the way he said nothing at all made you wonder if there was more to his words than just a simple observation.

you raised an eyebrow. “what’s with the look?”

he shrugged, the faintest of smiles tugging at the corner of his lips. “nothing. i just… i don’t know. it’s just different, seeing you with someone else, i guess.”

his words hung in the air between you. it wasn’t what you expected to hear, but it wasn’t exactly surprising either. still, something in his tone made you uneasy.

“why does it matter?” you asked, turning to face him, your voice steady but edged with something you couldn’t quite place.

he didn’t answer right away. instead, he took another sip of his wine, the glass clinking gently as he lowered it. “i don’t know. maybe it doesn’t. i’ve just never really thought about it until now.”

you frowned, unsure what to make of the sudden shift in the conversation. “you’ve never thought about it?”

timothée shifted, his body facing the city now, but his eyes seemed unfocused. “i mean, not like this. not… seeing you with someone else. it’s strange. i guess i’ve always kind of assumed you’d be around. always.”

there was something in his voice, something almost… vulnerable. but it wasn’t obvious, not in the way you’d expect. it wasn’t even a confession. it was just a thought, slipping out when it wasn’t supposed to.

you didn’t know how to respond. all you could do was stand there, absorbing the weight of his words without fully understanding them.

after a long pause, you spoke, quieter now. “you don’t have to worry about me. i’m not… i’m not going anywhere.”

he turned to look at you, his expression unreadable. for a moment, he didn’t speak. then, his lips parted, but the words didn’t come. he swallowed, a flicker of something in his eyes, before he nodded.

“yeah,” he said, his voice softer now, as if he’d said everything he needed to without even meaning to. “i guess i’m just… not used to things changing.”

the silence between you stretched, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. it was… understanding, like two people standing on the edge of something they couldn’t quite name, unsure of where to step next.

you looked back at the city, the lights twinkling in the distance. “things don’t always change the way we expect,” you said, your voice distant, almost thoughtful.

timothée didn’t respond immediately, but you felt him beside you, a presence you couldn’t quite define.

“yeah,” he murmured after a beat, his tone quieter now. “i guess not.”

neither of you spoke for a while. the night stretched on, the city buzzing below, and the weight of the moment seemed to hang there, unspoken, yet understood.

finally, you sighed softly and turned back toward the window, feeling the pull of the warmth inside. timothée lingered a little longer, watching you, before he followed.

the door closed behind him, and the noise of the party seemed to rush back in. but somehow, things felt a little different. less urgent. like maybe, for just a moment, you’d stepped away from it all.

⋆˚ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

fridays always had something magical about them, something that unfolded in the air with the same naturalness as a tradition that didn’t need to be spoken. the hours passed differently on those nights, when routine faded away and the world outside seemed distant, not so urgent, not so fast. together, fridays belonged to the two of you, and nothing else mattered. it was as if time had been molded for those moments, where the small kitchen and soft laughter created a bubble that no one else could invade.

timothée arrived late, as usual. the door opened, and he rushed in, grocery bags swinging in his hands. he wasn’t in too much of a hurry, but you knew he was somehow anxious. his smile, that half-crooked grin, was there, but there was something different in his eyes, something more restrained.

“i brought wine,” he said, in the laid-back tone of someone trying not to make it a big deal, but failing in the effort. “and taco ingredients. for a change, you know?”

you raised an eyebrow, a half-smile forming. “tacos? you know we always put too much spice, right?”

he laughed, setting the bags on the counter. “that’s part of the charm. we can’t make tacos without a little bit of excitement.”

you couldn’t help but smile, as you always did. his little remarks had that power — making the simple feel grand. though you weren’t exactly sure what it was, you felt there was something in timothée that made the nights stretch and warm up, without needing much else.

as you organized the ingredients, your movements were so automatic that they seemed choreographed, as if the years of cooking together had etched each gesture into your body. timothée cut the vegetables with his usual concentration, but there was something more in this moment, something you couldn’t quite put into words. the kitchen’s ambiance, the soft lighting, the interrupted laughter… everything seemed to carry a different weight, a subtle tension you couldn’t identify.

“remember that time we tried to make sushi?” timothée asked, his voice low, his laugh overtaking his tone.

you looked up, laughing instantly. “how could i forget? it was a complete disaster. the rice stuck to everything. even the cat felt sorry for us.”

“but still, it was fun,” he said, smiling to himself. “even when nothing went right, it always felt… right in the end.”

and you agreed with a nod, feeling a silent connection that, somehow, never faded, no matter how much life changed. it was as if this moment, this night, was more than just food and conversation — it was a reflection of something you had built together, but that you both knew was undefined.

the food was delicious. the tacos, perhaps slightly too spicy as usual, but perfect in a way only the two of you knew how to make. you sat on the couch after dinner, the empty plates and wine glasses being refilled again, as if there was nothing else to do but enjoy the night.

the movie started, one of those classics you’d watched so many times you could recite the lines without making a mistake. the images on the screen were familiar, but as you looked to the side, you noticed there was something new in that place — and it wasn’t just the movie playing. it was the silence that filled the spaces between you, the way the words were becoming slower, as if the air had thickened.

timothée was lying on the couch, his head resting against the cushion, but his eyes seemed to wander into the void. the movie continued, but he wasn’t there. or rather, he was there, but it seemed as though he was lost in something you didn’t know how to access.

and you, sitting beside him, didn’t know what to do with the growing sense of discomfort. it wasn’t discomfort in the usual sense of the word. it wasn’t something bad, but rather… something that made the space between you two feel heavier, more intense.

you pulled your legs up, drawing them close to your chest, the automatic position of someone seeking a bit of comfort. timothée’s gaze never left the screen, but you could feel, in every tense muscle, that he was aware of your presence — more than you could comprehend.

for a moment, you weren’t sure if you were being watched, but somehow, you felt the weight of his attention on you. the way he was lying, still, seemed to communicate something more, as if he was holding onto something he wasn’t willing to share. it stirred something in you, subtly, but deeply.

then, without intending to, your eyes met. the instant it happened, you tried to quickly look away, but something in his gaze held you. there was a warmth there, an intensity that didn’t make sense, as though the mere act of eye contact had shattered the fragile line between who you were and what you could be. the movie kept playing, but neither of you was paying attention to the screen anymore.

“why are you looking at me like that?” timothée’s question came softly, but it carried something you couldn’t identify.

“i wasn’t looking,” you replied automatically, defensiveness taking over. but the answer felt hollow, and you knew it.

“yes, you were.” he smiled, but it was a brief smile, almost as though he had just realized something he didn’t want to. something he didn’t want you to see.

you laughed, trying to deflect the tension that now hung in the air. “you’re so conceited.”

“and you’re a terrible liar,” he replied, with the usual lightness, but his voice sounded a little deeper. his laugh didn’t reach his eyes, and that made your heart beat a little faster, out of sync.

time seemed to stretch around you both, and for a moment, all that remained was that silence, intertwining into something undefined. you both knew there was something more there, but neither of you seemed capable of talking about it. it was easier to ignore. it was easier to let the words get lost in the air, never taking shape.

when the movie ended and the credits began to roll, you both remained silent. the kind of silence that only exists between two people who share something profound, but don’t know how to express it.

timothée stood up to grab his jacket, but paused at the door. for a moment, it seemed like he was about to say something, but in the end, he just turned to you. his gaze was gentle, but there was an intensity there that couldn’t be ignored.

“good night, chérie,” he said, his voice softer than usual. it wasn’t just a goodbye. it was an unspoken farewell.

you responded, trying to mask the confusion now filling your chest. “good night, timmy.”

and when he finally left, the emptiness that filled the room felt larger than ever. not just because he had left, but because you knew, without a doubt, that something had changed between you two. something neither of you was willing to admit. something hanging in the air, heavy and undeniable.

⋆˚ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

it was a quiet night, but the silence in the apartment felt like a constant echo, an emptiness slowly expanding as the hours passed. the wind blew through the streets of new york, carrying with it a soft murmur that mixed with the muffled sounds of the city that never sleeps. but inside your home, everything felt calmer, more introspective, as if the world outside had been left behind.

you were sitting on the couch, your legs curled beneath you, your gaze lost in the candle still burning on the low table. your mind, however, was far from those small, flickering flames. your thoughts were elsewhere, on someone else — timothée. it was almost impossible not to think about him now. he was in your mind with an unsettling intensity, a constant presence, as if he had infiltrated every corner of your being, making it hard to breathe without thinking of him.

you had promised yourself you wouldn’t think about it. that you wouldn’t let yourself get lost in that thin line between friendship and something more. but in the past few weeks, the space between you two seemed to have closed, the unspoken words weighing more than anything that had been verbalized. his touch, the lingering glances, the laughter for no apparent reason. everything seemed to point to something beyond what friendship allowed. but at the same time, there was no clarity. he never said anything, and you never dared to. it was as if you both were just… waiting.

the sound of the doorbell pulled you from your thoughts. for a moment, you thought about ignoring it, sinking further into the confusion of your own feelings. but when you looked at the clock, you realized mia should be there. she always showed up unannounced, without explanation, and you never minded. in fact, you liked it, because mia’s visits were always a breath of fresh air in the emotional storm you found yourself in.

when you opened the door, mia stepped in with her wide smile and a look that already said everything. she had this way of sensing things before anyone else, and the concern in her eyes was evidence that, once again, she knew you were distant, lost in your own thoughts.

“you’re not okay, and i already know why,” mia said, setting her bag aside and throwing herself onto the couch beside you. “you’re thinking about him, aren’t you?”

you gave a weak smile, but you couldn’t lie. mia was like a radar, always picking up on what you tried to hide. “yeah. i can’t stop thinking about him. i just… don’t know what to do, mia.”

she looked at you for a moment, her eyebrows slightly furrowed, as if waiting for something more. when you didn’t say anything, she leaned forward a little, letting go of her usual casual tone, replacing it with a seriousness you recognized well.

“i can give you advice, you know that. but the truth is, you already know what’s going on. you just don’t want to admit it.”

you sighed, letting your head fall back against the couch. your gaze fixed on the window, but all you could see was the reflection of your own thoughts. “i don’t know what’s going on. i… feel like something’s changed. he’s changed. or maybe it’s me.”

“it’s not you. i mean, not just you. he’s changed too. it’s not just the way you look at him, you know. he feels it too. i see the way he looks at you when no one’s watching. he cares about you. it’s not just friendship, you can’t ignore that.”

mia’s words hit you like a jolt of electricity. you shut your eyes, trying not to hear. but at the same time, her words seemed to dance around your thoughts, as if they were touching a part of you you’d been trying to silence. it was true. you felt it, but you were scared to admit it.

“he’s… timothée. he’s my best friend, mia. i can’t do this. i can’t mess everything up. what if he doesn’t feel the same? what if everything changes after? i don’t know how to handle that.”

mia laughed, a low, cynical laugh. “i find it funny how you try to convince yourself he doesn’t feel the same, when everyone in the room can see the way he looks at you. when everyone sees how you two behave around each other. there’s no hiding it. but the fear you have of losing him is real, i know that. but it won’t change anything if you don’t talk about it. it’ll keep weighing on you.”

you bit your lip, your breathing becoming more irregular as the thoughts scrambled through your mind. “what if i speak up? what if i take the risk? i can’t do it. i can’t… risk losing everything we have. everything we’ve always had.”

“but you’re already losing everything, aren’t you? it’s already lost, you just won’t admit it. what you have now isn’t friendship, it’s a minefield. you’re both stepping on something much deeper and trying to pretend everything’s fine.”

the silence between you grew heavy. no more words. just the sense of an inevitable future that you didn’t know if you were ready to face. mia’s gaze, firm and deep, disarmed you. you knew she was right, but confronting it, admitting it, felt like ripping a blindfold off your eyes. and you weren’t sure if you were ready to see what was truly in front of you.

“what do i do, mia?” you finally asked, your voice softer, wearier. “what do i do when everything feels so… uncertain?”

mia looked at you, a gentle smile forming on her face. “you do what your heart tells you. no matter what happens. if it’s him, if it’s what you really want, then go after it. no matter how hard it is. no matter if you think you’ll lose everything. if he’s what you need, you’ll have to take the risk. and in the end, it’ll be worth it.”

you closed your eyes for a moment, letting mia’s words sink in, feeling their weight settle within you. as silence filled the room once more, you felt something deeper, something profound. it was time to face yourself. to confront what was there, even if you didn’t know what to do with it yet.

you looked out the window, watching the soft moonlight reflect on the city streets. maybe it was time to finally understand what you were feeling. and more importantly, maybe it was time to understand what he was feeling too.

and as mia remained by your side, you knew there was no turning back. the decision was coming, and the night seemed even quieter, as if waiting for the moment everything would change.

⋆˚ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

it was one of those nights when time seemed to drag on. the apartment was enveloped in an almost solitary silence, with the yellowish light from the lamp casting soft shadows on the walls. the sound of the wind tapping against the window, the gentle rustling of the leaves outside, seemed to be part of a calm that didn’t match the storm brewing inside of you.

you sat there, next to timothée, with your back against the couch, feet curled up on the cushion while he was more at ease, legs stretched out, his head resting on the edge of the sofa. you were both wrapped in an aura of comfortable intimacy—the familiarity of every friday night. but something was different today. something in the air felt heavier, more tense, like a rope about to snap.

timothée grabbed the remote and changed the channel, but his eyes were no longer on the tv. they were somewhere beyond it, wandering through space, distant. you watched him without him noticing, and in that moment, you felt a subtle, almost invisible distance between the two of you that had never been there before. it was like he was distant, yet closer to you than anything else in the world.

you caught yourself thinking, once again, about what you didn’t say. the feelings you didn’t share. the confusion that took over your mind whenever he was near. how he made everything seem so easy, but at the same time, you knew that inside, he was more closed off than anything you had ever known. what you felt for him—not just friendship, but something bigger, stronger—was about to overflow. you could feel it. the ache in your chest, the warmth in your cheeks, the tension in your shoulders. it was more than the simple desire to be close to him; it was the desire to touch him in a different way, to be more than friends.

he was so distant, but still there, and you could no longer ignore it. the feeling of standing on the edge of an emotional cliff, waiting for him to turn around and see what you were trying to say, but without words. but today, maybe, it would be different. maybe you would finally have the courage to confess. what could go wrong, right?

“timmy,” you began, your voice hesitant, but firmer than you expected. he turned his face toward you, his eyes shining in the dim light of the room.

“yeah?” he didn’t know what you were about to say, but he felt the change in your tone. he always did. you could see the fear starting to appear in his eyes, but he tried to hide it.

you swallowed dryly, your mouth dry, but the urge to say it was stronger. you didn’t want to hide anymore. you couldn’t live in this uncertainty, waiting for him to notice what you felt. but at the same time, a voice inside you begged for you to pull back, to stay silent, as you always had.

“i don’t know how to start, but… i think you deserve to know,” you said, feeling your heart race faster. he stayed silent, waiting. but he didn’t know how much this was tearing you apart, how much you were about to open up in a way you never had before.

“i… i think i’m in love with you, timothée.”

the words came out in a nearly imperceptible sigh, but it was as if the world had stopped. everything felt heavier, the sound of the leaves tapping on the window, the silence filling the room, all of it fading as the words hung between the two of you, laden with deep meaning.

timothée didn’t respond immediately, and that made the blood rush faster through your veins. you looked at him, trying to find some answer, anything that would indicate that he felt the same. but there was nothing. nothing you could grasp, nothing you could touch. he was there, but he was somewhere else.

he shifted on the couch, clearly uncomfortable. his expression closed off, his shoulders tense, and for a moment, you thought he was going to laugh, that he would make some joke to break the tension. but he didn’t.

“chérie,” he began, his voice low, almost as if he were trying to find the right words. “i… i don’t know what you expect from me now.”

that sentence was a blow, but you tried to ignore it. it was okay, you could still keep control.

but what happened next was even more painful. he looked at you, his expression serious, his gaze distant, and you somehow realized that he was pulling away from you. not physically, but emotionally. something had changed. he was shutting down again, like he always did when he didn’t want to face what was right in front of him.

“i… i can’t do this, chérie,” he said, now not looking at you, his eyes fixed on the tv screen, but not really seeing it. “i don’t know what you want from me, but i can’t give you that.”

you felt the air leave your lungs, your chest tightening as if you had been punched. “but… why? can’t i be honest with you? what happened to our friendship?”

he sighed, exasperated but not angry. there was no anger. just something else… a pain he was trying to hide. “our friendship… is the only thing i can give you. i can’t give you more than that. i can’t. i don’t want to complicate everything.”

his voice was now more broken, and you could see he was struggling with something inside him, something he didn’t want to admit. you suddenly stood up, the movement abrupt as an attempt to distance yourself from the pain. you didn’t want to hear it anymore. you didn’t want to see him pulling away from you, but there was no choice. he had done it.

“i understand,” you replied, eyes full of tears, but you didn’t want him to see. you didn’t want to show him how much it was tearing you apart. “i just… thought it was more than this.”

you didn’t expect him to say anything more, and he didn’t. silence once again filled the room, heavy and dense. he stood up then, as if escaping from what he couldn’t handle. there were no more words. no more explanations. you felt empty, as if the ground beneath you had dissolved.

before leaving, he looked at you, but his gaze was distant, almost lost. there was no ‘goodnight’ or a smile. just a silent departure. and, the moment the door closed behind him, you felt what remained between the two of you unraveling.

⋆˚ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

the distance between the two of you had grown unbearably wide. no words, no gestures, not even a glance that lasted more than a few seconds. it was as if the mere fact of being in the same place had become an effort, a trying to walk through a minefield, where any word could destroy everything. the pain was invisible, silent, but it was there, constant, weighing down on your shoulders. and what hurt the most was that you didn’t know exactly what had happened, how what once seemed simple and natural had turned into something you couldn’t touch.

the days were long, and the thoughts, constant. no matter what you did, or where you looked, timothée was always there, in the back of your mind. it was a ghostly presence, a shadow that couldn’t be shaken off. there was something in his eyes when he looked at you, something you couldn’t identify, but that your heart knew. and the words he hadn’t said still echoed in your head, like a silent scream, a deafening silence.

the pain of not knowing what had happened between you two was starting to become unbearable. the emptiness of his absence seemed to stretch through your whole being, until you no longer knew what to do with it. it wasn’t just the physical distance between you, but something much deeper. what did all of this mean? what had been lost?

meanwhile, timothée was in his own silent prison. surrounded by the bustle of his work, the cameras, the interviews, he was, in reality, completely distant. what once seemed to be his perfectly organized life was now a mess. there was no more satisfaction in what he did. he wanted out. he wanted to be with you, but he didn’t know how to reach you. he didn’t know what he would say, or how to explain everything he was feeling. fear paralyzed him. the fear of losing your friendship, the fear that everything would be lost once and for all, the fear that if he allowed himself to feel, something would break that couldn’t be fixed.

and every day that passed without him speaking to you, without him having the courage to admit his own feelings, was a day heavier than the last. the pain of not knowing what to do with this love that he barely understood, that mixed with guilt, frustration, and the fear that by saying the right words, he would lose what he valued most in his life. and you… you were there, distant and cold, and he didn’t know how to reach your heart anymore.

but then, deep in his pain, a decision formed. he couldn’t live in this limbo anymore. he couldn’t hide from his own feelings any longer. fear had consumed him for far too long. he needed to expose himself, to be honest with himself and with you. and if you didn’t want him anymore, he would understand. but he needed to try. he needed to know.

you didn’t know what to expect when you saw his message. after so long without hearing anything, the simple fact that he had found a way to communicate again made your heart race, but at the same time, a wave of uncertainty washed over you. what did he want? the message said: “can we talk?” and you didn’t know what to do with that question, with that doubt that was finally manifesting between you two.

when you arrived at his house, the atmosphere was quiet, familiar, but somehow everything felt strange. as if time had stopped there, and what was between you two was no longer the same. he was there, waiting for you, but there was something in his eyes you couldn’t understand. he had a lost look, as if he were fighting something inside himself. that silence, the lack of words between you, made the place feel oppressive, denser than ever. it was almost as if you could feel the weight of the tension in the air.

he watched you for a moment, as if he didn’t know how to start, as if he were preparing himself for something. but he didn’t speak immediately. the silence between you two dragged on, time seemed to stretch, and finally, you were the one who decided to break it.

“you wanted to talk?” your voice came out low, filled with a bitter expectation, as if by saying those words, you were trying to prepare yourself for whatever he was about to say.

finally, he moved, as if lifting a weight off his chest. he looked directly at you, and that’s when you realized he was nervous. “i’m sorry, chérie,” he said, the words coming slowly, as if they were hard to say. “i… don’t know how to reach you, or what to say. i… was scared.”

you looked at him, confused, the knot in your throat tightening. scared? scared of what? “scared of what?” you asked, feeling your heart race. was it fear, or an excuse? what was he really saying?

he closed his eyes, his expression of pain becoming even more visible, as if he had to force himself to face the truth. “scared of losing you. scared that everything between us would change. scared that if i let my feelings take over, i’d ruin everything. i didn’t know how… didn’t know how to deal with it.”

you stayed silent for a moment, the air between you heavy, tense. you couldn’t process his words properly, didn’t know what to do with everything you were hearing. but then, he moved closer, almost without thinking, his eyes searching yours as if they were waiting for something, a response, a confirmation.

“i love you.” and those words came out softly, almost whispered, but filled with immense weight, as if he were carrying the world on his shoulders.

you didn’t know what to say. that ‘i love you’ seemed so simple, and yet, so complex. it was everything you had wanted to hear, and at the same time, everything you feared. because for a moment, you didn’t know if it was true. but he was there, saying it, looking into your eyes with such intensity that, despite the doubt, you couldn’t deny what you were feeling.

“i… i love you too, timmy.” those words came out of you without you being able to stop them. relief and pain mixed together, and you felt something break inside you—a barrier, perhaps. something that had closed between you two, now opening up.

and, without another word, he pulled you into a kiss. it wasn’t rushed, it wasn’t pushed by any impulse. it was gentle and full of a tenderness that seemed to have taken years to form. as if, in that moment, time stood still and everything was possible again.

when he pulled away, you were both silent, but in a silence that was no longer uncomfortable. it was a silence filled with something much deeper—a understanding, a peace that you hadn’t experienced before.

you smiled, feeling the lightness spread through your body. “finally,” you murmured, and he laughed, a soft, relieved sound. he hugged you tightly, and in that embrace, everything seemed to fall into place all at once. the fear, the pain, the distance… all of it had disappeared. and what remained was only the truth you had finally shared, something that could not be ignored, something that would be the beginning of something new.

now, you were together, and that was all that mattered.

[immaculatemadonna23]

It's Innocence's birthday and I really didn't have the slightest idea what to draw for her. I've always considered myself more of a writer type but maybe a little fic or two here on tumblr wouldn't hurt. So to accompany this simple post I'll give you some little facts about her <3

• She is 1:45 tall, she could be said to be 4'9, she is shorter than Ivy Pepper.

•  She likes to have long conversations with the pigeons that perch on her window in her small room.

•  She has undiagnosed Asperger's, at that time there was still no name for autism spectrum disorder grade one. (That's one of the few things she got from me.)

•  It is obvious that she is Catholic, she would probably get along a bit with Nina. There was a time when she thought about becoming a novice but the world of American shows caught her attention more.

•She is asexual but she wants her own baby.

•  Her father's real name is Antonio Lunanova (I changed the origin of the surname a little) a Spanish man of Sicilian descent, albino, cigar fanatic and captain of merchant ships. He does not know that he has a daughter but he suspects that paying for Keiko's services without protection could have had its consequences.

• If she were a modern girl, she would have a fixation on the magical girl genre Mahou Shoujo and shoujo in general.

• She came to America in October 1923, met Rocky at a train station when she was 14 and he was 17, becoming traveling and wandering companions. This being an Au, things change a little but most everything stays the same.

• As we know, she has feelings for Rocky since she met him but he doesn't see her as anything more than a little sister or someone who gives him the closest thing to "motherly concern" and "having Calvin around." He doesn't really notice her until 1927 when she is about to turn 19, but he has always appreciated her.

• She has a very good relationship with Viktor, she likes to ask him for favors and she thinks she bothers him a lot but he doesn't really care, he doesn't find her scandalous.

•She has a collection of not so ugly sweaters and cardigans that Mrs. Bapka makes for her, in exchange for living with her for free she does the housework for her and prevents her from throwing food in the pipe.

• She doesn't have a good knowledge of the underworld, to her Rocky is just a musician in a cafe, Calvin is the guy who comes to fix the pipe, Ivy is that archetype of girI she would like to be and Viktor is her kind tall neighbor with a cool accent. Her first contact with the criminal world as such is having been hired by Asa to do small singing shows at the Marigold Room because of how exotic she seemed to him, they have a good relationship, but she doesn't really know much about him. Maybe i can dig deeper into that later.

• If she were a dog (Lackadogs xD) she would be a toy poodle, and if she were another non-domestic animal she would be a lamb. I like to lower her ears a lot because it reminds me of little lambs.

• Her favorite series would probably be Wallace and Gromit.

•And Her favorite tale of all the time is the Little Mermaid by Andersen.

•She adores the people with black and blonde hair.

•She would have loved Malice Mizer, Mecano, Metallica, Madonna, Melanie Martínez, Mitski and My Chemical Romance (And more things but without M Caravan Palace... The musical tastes are mine too).

•I could say that the flower that most symbolizes her is the white poinsettia.

•Her voice/singing claim Is Adriana Caselotti in the Snow White movie and in spanish is Amparo Garrido and Lupita Pérez Arias for her singing claim. (from the 1964 mexican dub of Snow White of course.)

[wistfulnightingale]

The Metatron Misdirection: Nina's Magic Trick (A New Final 15 MetaTheory)

Part 1 of 8 in the Chess Moves Theory Set by @wistfulnightingale

**I believe it is new -- I haven't found it anywhere else.

Misdirection is a key element in the most skilled magic tricks. It's more than mere distraction, wiggling one hand while the other hides the ace. Misdirection in Magic means that the magician isn't "hiding" the trick; they are allowing you to think that you are looking at exactly the right moment, while convincingly focusing your attention away from the moment when 90% of the trick actually happened. Magicians Penn and Teller are quoted as saying, "The strongest lie is the lie that the audience tells itself."

This article on What Is Misdirection in Magic tells exactly how it's done. Check out the 7 Types of Misdirection in the article, or in my Chess Moves Theory Master Post. They're used easily and often in the final episodes of Season 2.

I think there might be a major misdirection in Episode 5 that set up the events of the second half of Episode 6, and makes sense of some of the crazy-weird scenes and out-of-character behaviors we see, both in that scene and later. But, it'll seem absolutely bonkers... so please, keep breathing, and hear me out, and please check out all the interconnected 8-Parts that help support my reasoning.

I include photos below, and I admit they're not clear enough to be "proof" on their own. But the idea itself would explain why Azi abruptly left Nina, and why Crowley babbled. Some of the other parts of my overall theory add some additional possibilities as well. (Interestingly, the photos are from videos that used to be available free on YouTube Prime Video, but have been removed from the Good Omens playlists in recent months.

In E5, while we were watching Crowley stammer, and listening to Nina puzzle out relationships, and when our belief in the Ineffable Marriage was shattered by Crowley's answer -- Nina was (without her knowledge) participating in the biggest Misdirection of Season 2.

I suspect The Metatron was already in the Coffee Shop. I know it sounds nuts, but I strongly suspect that Episode 6 was not his first visit. I believe that I can show you reasonable evidence (added up from here and from other parts of my Chess Moves Theory-series) that the Metatron made a "trial run" the day before, during this scene in Episode 5. Crowley and Aziraphale were each shocked to spot him through the window behind Nina. Misdirection made him almost impossible for us to see.

Almost. But I think he's there. At least, there's a guy in a long dark overcoat, who looks like he's talking to another customer. Possibly a coffee-confused celestial gentleman getting help from a good samaritan? Let me explain how I think it was done, and I'll show you what I think is the Metatron.

{Edit 11/25/24 to add: I've been made aware that the photos are not a strong case, if you have higher photo resolution than I have access to. But Azi and Crowley's odd behaviors also support my theory, as I explain if you scroll down. For more on this, and on my new idea about where I might have went wrong, check out The Metatron Misdirection New Note (Is it a Shell Game of White-Haired Men?) }

This screenshot (let's call it Photo #1) is untampered, basically what we see in the episode. Aziraphale was happily chatting with Crowley about the nonexistent pen of his nonexistent aunt's nonexistant gardener... Then Nina emerges, has "things to say" about Neighborhood Christmas lights (that's the moment in this screenshot)... and Aziraphale abruptly hurries away. Within minutes, Crowley is stammering as if he'd never had a moment's thought that he and his Angel could have a committed, romantic relationship.

How...? What...?! Crowley, really, dude, what the...??! (Please refer to An Old Married Couple for my thoughts on this!)

But when we take that same moment, come in closer, brighten and sharpen it, make it more vivid --

Photo #2. There. In the red oval. The white hair, the dark overcoat, rounded shoulders. The Metatron. We didn't expect to see him there. So we didn't.

Hold on! -- I don't expect you to be convinced yet. So I went through moment by moment. There are more photos. (I recommend that you also check the brightness of your own viewing screen -- it helps!)

Nina is used in the scene to perform a concealment and switch, a replacement (magician's call it a Change), and then a distraction -- A Magic Trick. Nina is a huge part of why we're not easily able to spot the Metatron.

Magic Trick Step 1: There's magical sleight of hand going on, even once you know what to look for. We are visually warned. When we first see Nina, as our Ineffables are talking about impossible French, she literally emerges from the shadows (see photo below). Remember, this is significantly Before talking about "Christmas lights" in Photos 1 & 2.

Magic Trick Step 2: If we do happen to look at the customers in the shop as Nina emerges, there's a white-haired man in line who is NOT the Metatron. Note his height compared to the orange-shirt guy. He's taller, and he's fairly slim. We can see his pants or denims, so he's wearing a short jacket, not an overcoat. He's also holding a lit cell phone and carrying a blue bag. I didn't brighten this photo at all. We're supposed to see this particular fellow. He's part of the magic trick, planted there for the switch, just in case we do notice a more significant white-haired man later.

Here's the same photo, brightened. You can more easily see that he's wearing a short jacket -- we see his legs as he steps forward.

(Pay attention to the man in the orange shirt. He's very visible with that bright color. In later shots, he stays near the Metatron, and helps us visually track them both, when both are blurred by distracting window reflections.)

Magic Trick Step 3: Next, Nina steps into the light. As she steps forward, she says, "Bravo! Just enjoying the show." Again, we are given cues that there's a show in play. She bends over to wipe a table, completely blocking our view of the slim white-haired man.

Magic Trick Step 4: The camara cuts to Azi, and that's the last we see of the slim man with the cell phone and bag. Presto-Change-o, Abracadabra! Like a disappearing act with a magician's silk cloth, or like Azi's trick for Nefertiti with the 3 cowry shells, the switch (in magic, called "the Change") has been made! The slim man is gone.

Magic Trick Step 5: When the camera returns to Nina, it's the first photo I showed you, with the Metatron in it. The man in orange isn't at the front of the line anymore. (Was he undecided about his order, and stepped aside?) We can see a sliver of his shirt to the left of the doorframe, just inside the oval, but he's almost entirely hidden. Nina's talking about the Christmas lights. "I have things to say."

It all happens in less than 30 seconds.

"Where, then, was the Metatron?" you may ask in disbelief. There's a big rectangular pillar in the middle of the floor behind Nina, just to the right of the line. There is a mural on it, so it's camouflaged. On the walls behind the pillar are menu boards -- we see them in the "How's your naked man friend" scene in E1. It's likely that the Metatron was behind the pillar, looking at the menu options.

"Well, how come we never see the slim cell phone guy again?" you may wonder. The tables at the far edges of the shop are never seen. If he sat down, especially at our far left, he'd be out of view.

Here's that "I have things to say" photo again --

That's when Aziraphale sees the Metatron. He's suddenly distracted. His response is brief, and odd. Just --- "Yes." We don't often see our Angel speechless. He walks away without another word. That. Is another out of character moment. He's gone from his "I'm having so much fun doing this" smile to the fake, nervous mask he puts on for the Archangels.

His eyes are wide and his expression frozen, until it fades into worry as he walks away. Azi nervously checks behind him for Crowley. Hoping he'll follow, away from danger.

Crowley hasn't spotted the Metatron yet. It's not until he starts to follow Azi, then stops for Nina, that he's at the right angle to see him. When Nina says, "You been together long?" Crowley's completely distracted. He just noticed the Metatron.

"Who?" he ridiculously asks. This made zero sense -- Azi was just here! However, on our far right, over her shoulder, we can see the Metatron, facing sideways towards our right. He and the orange-shirt man are on the far right, positioned as if talking to each other (maybe he's asking how this coffee-selection-thing works?).

Because he's facing sideways, we can tell that this man is not slender like the man with a cell phone and blue bag. The man we see now, in this photo, wears a long coat that comes straight down in the front. It's not a jacket, it's an overcoat.

The Metatron is almost the same height as the orange-shirt man. His dark coat nearly makes him invisible as the reflections in the window break up his outline and blur the orange-shirt man. The two have stepped back from the counter, closer to us. We can see his rounded back, white collar and hair.

Short height, rounded back, long overcoat, white collar. NOT the same as the first man we saw. That's why I believe we're seeing the Metatron. That, and Aziraphale and Crowley's strange behaviors.

When you look closely at Crowley, he's staring intently into the coffee shop window as Nina asks her question. His head is not at the same angle when he returns his focus to her. It's not just the cute little neck scrunch -- he literally turned his head slightly to his right to look at her and answer her question. Crowley is concentrating on what he saw inside, and is mentally scrambling.

After Crowley says, "Who?" the camera returns to Nina. "You and your partner," she clarifies. Meanwhile, the Metatron has turned and is now standing at the end of the coffee line.

You can see three men in line, facing the counter, with the orange-shirt man in the middle. He's the colorful backdrop to frame the padded shoulders of the Metatron's dark coat.

Nina does a lot of "patter" here, a classic magician's Misdirection technique. Lots of rapid, distracting questions. They keep our own minds as occupied as they do Crowley's -- we struggle to keep up, and share our demon's outrage about Azi as "a bit on the side!"

I had to do a lot of reduced videoplay speed, constant pausing the frames, and careful photo brightening and sharpening to make these images somewhat clear. There are also frames where the reflection of vehicles and passersby’s obscure our view. The distractions come and go. It's all designed to split our focus.

So I was astonished when I discovered that, in the moment where the Metatron is standing alone, not clustered with anyone else, Nina is almost looking DIRECTLY AT THE CAMARA. It's only a moment. It's the only shot I had, of Dozens(!) of micro-moments, where the Metatron is in full view, although still difficult to see. This is how it looks in the episode.

Here's the same photo, brightened and sharpened for definition.

There is almost nothing on the right side to reflect or distract in this moment. The lighting effects allowed a much clearer view.

Nina goes back inside, and has to deal with a busy line and a new customer, a posh older gentleman in an overcoat. One who doesn't know about human coffee shops or how to place an order, and who probably consulted orange-shirt guy for coffee-selection advice. He's confused, he's asking odd questions... She doesn't have time for this...! So when he comes back the next day, she warns him not to do it again -- "Order accurately and fast..." (For more thoughts on this, see The Metatron's Second Coming)

Meanwhile, Crowley stands there bewildered as worry sets in. The Metatron is dangerous. Why is he here? This could be very bad for them both, but especially for Aziraphale. Crowley's main concern in the conversation was to SAY NOTHING that gave away their relationship. "Just... an angel... I know."

(**There's interesting implications about the Final Fifteen if Crowley is concerned that the Metatron has the ability to hear him from inside the shop. Azi often gestures as if the Metatron could hear them from outside.)

Crowley leaves in the opposite direction. I wonder if he hung around near the cafe, monitoring where the Metatron was. That's why he's morose and worried when Azi returns to the cafe (see more in my post Ineffables In Check). Crowley is also now worried that Gabriel is actually NOT memory-less. Is he there to spy on them for the Metatron? Crowley aggressively tries to find out.

He'll do Whatever It Takes to protect his Angel.

Please check out the rest of my 8-part Chess Moves Theory Set at @wistfulnightingale to see how I believe all the moments fit together in this Life or Death Chess Game. The 8 Parts support each other -- I broke a massive idea into parts, and you'd need to read all 8 before you can decide for sure if I'm wrong, or totally bonkers! It's a crazy ride, and I'll be happy to have you along for it!

The 8 Chess Moves MetaTheory Set:

1 - The Metatron Misdirection

2 - The Metatron's Second Coming

3 - Ineffables in Check

4 - A Hefty Jigger of Death

5 - Nothing Lasts Forever

6 - The Circle Kiss Theory

7 - The Nightingale DID Sing

8 - Aziraphale's Jubilant Smile (Not the crazy elevator grin)

Also: The Chess Moves Theory Set, Why Chess & Magic?

And: The Metatron Misdirection New Note (Is it a Shell Game of White-Haired Men?)

[aethelflaedladyofmercia]

(Somewhat disorganized thoughts to follow…)

So I’m sitting here thinking about Good Omens, as usual. And I’m wondering. What if Aziraphale hadn’t gone to chat with the Metatron?

Because it’s easy to say “awww yisss there would have been love confessions and kisses and everything would be better.”

But would it?

Because as the great Bildad the Shuhite said, “Nothing has to change.”

If there’s anything this 6000-year slow-burn has shown us, these two are content to remain… not exactly the same, but changing in glacially slow ways (and also not really content, but they’ll fucking do it anyway).

I think watching Gabriel and Beelzebub go off together got them both to realize that things could be different. But would that be enough to get them talking? Or would they have just gone off to their alcoholic breakfast, made a few jokes about whatever the hell’s just happened, then wind up back at the shop drunkenly talking about dolphins and bird space ships again, the needle on their relationship barely moved? And stay that way until the Second Coming finally arrived to shake things up?

Because it’s not a question, really, of them realizing something or revealing something. They both know.

Crowley knows what he wants, but he’d rather spend the next thousand years scowling from the sidelines and watching his angel be a happy idiot than actually put his feelings into words.

And Aziraphale—well, he has ideas, more than we give him credit for, he isn’t wholly oblivious, but his ideas are happy little dream worlds he can play out in his mind. He’s waiting for a better deal—not better than Crowley, obviously, but better than the precarious balance they currently exist in. A perfect shiny happy ending where everything is Good and Nice. And he’s willing to wait basically forever, just thinking about how nice it will be when it happens.

They need nudges. They need excuses. Especially Aziraphale. He sets up this whole ball for Nina and Maggie (partially) so he can ask Crowley to dance for the first time, but he’s there every day! You can just ask him to dance any time! He still denies having a “special” person to amnesia Gabriel. He doesn’t remember anything! Literally everyone in Heaven and Hell and also Earth think you’re an item now anyway! Just say the words!

The nudge for him was the Metatron’s offer. Taking charge of Heaven. Crowley at his side. They can make the Good guys truly Good. No one to question whether they belonged together. Happy ending.

Crowley’s nudge, of course, was Nina and Maggie telling him to goddamn say something. And I don’t think any of them realize it, but that had to be his conversation. If the two ladies had come over and talked to Aziraphale the same way (solo), he’d throw all his defenses back up and that would have been the end of it. If they’d talked to angel and demon together, well. These two are idiots. Aziraphale and Crowley would have refused to take the conversation seriously, talked circles around their guests, and left for their breakfast, laughing together over those humans and their ideas.

So for Crowley to get his nudge, he had to be alone when they visited, and for that to happen, Aziraphale had to go have his talk with the Metatron. Aziraphale had to get a perfect enough option to overcome his anxiety, and for that he needed his chat.

Now, am I saying that without the Metatron’s interference they never ever would have moved forward? Maybe. They’re complete idiots, your honor.

Maybe not, though. As I said, they just watched another angel and demon go off together. Would that be enough for Crowley to realize that, hey, actual communication sometimes has good results? Would that be close enough to a perfect ending to assuage Aziraphale’s fears?

I don’t know if we can say for sure. But I’ve been trying to play out that last scene in the bookshop differently to find where the path to the happy ending was, and I think this is the answer. Aziraphale needed to not go to the Metatron at all. They needed to be on their way before Nina and Maggie decided to visit. And then… somewhere in the talking and drinking that followed, one of them would have to take a risk.

And like, have you met these two? They’d be dooooooomed…

[foamingatthemouthhh]

Thought I’d slap this liu doodle down here 🤍

Also here’s a few details I’ve got about him so far :33

He still loves his brother deeply but knows there’s no helping him

By protecting himself from Jeff his hands got so heavily scarred it permanently fucked up the nerves in his hands, causing tremors that only got worse over the years

He wears his parents wedding rings around his neck

The scarf he wears is his mothers, { might not have him wear it because I like the idea that he used it to stop the bleeding in his throat + it still has his blood on it and it’s one of the few things he holds onto from that night so he keeps it sealed away so he doesn’t accidentally wash it / also perhaps.. Helen stumbles upon it }

Him and Nina have a heavy familial bond once they find each other years later { big brother , little sister }

Liu changed his name immediately after the incident and for years he has refused to be interviewed or go onto tv despite reporters trying to hunt him down

When he was still in medical school Jane hunted him down and tried to pry any information on his brother out of him, they’ve been on rocky terms ever since

Liu met { eyeless } Jack in high school and they were roommates, they had a little fling going on but never got to admit their feelings to one another as Jack started seeing a girl - liu said he had a weird feeling about her, Jack and him fought- that was the last conversation they had before he saw a beast crawl out of the woods wearing jack’s hoodie…

Liu dropped out of medical school not long after , he struggled to cope with the loss of him + his hand tremors ended up making it almost impossible for him to continue his hopes of becoming a doctor

Liu took a gap year working at a library as he tried to figure out what he was going to do instead.. he ended up finding an interest in classical music and arts and applied for a few different classes at a community college, his specialty is the violin and the history of art

He is walking around campus and ends up stumbling upon Helen alone in one of the art studios, his use of purely red captures Liu and Helen just can’t take his eyes off of Liu..

Helen insists Liu pose for a painting and eventually Liu becomes Helen’s muse,,

Their relationship is complicated, they both know one another’s hiding something from each other and Helen intends on digging it up.. Liu isn’t so ecstatic about finding out about Helen’s secrets..

That’s pretty much all I’ve got so far for Liu !

I also do want to incorporate his DID / sully but I want to educate myself more on that first !

[princesspastel8]

Chapter 72

Third POV

It's now the end of Feburary. A lot of things have taken place. The first is Slenderman's punishment on Nina. It was brutal, to say the least, but much deserved. Yes, she was put into the white room, but under went intense shock therapy. Slenderman needed to destroy her obsession with Jeff or something like before would happen again.

With Nina out of the way, Eboni spent more time in the livingroom- trying to get accustomed to other proxies. This is her new home, after all, and she can't spend it locked away in Jeff's room - much to his dismay. Oddly enough, Eboni was given a chance to apologize to Helen. He just so happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time.

The two talked about many things, and a few proxies found it odd how talkative Helen would suddenly become when in Eboni's presence. Most thought he had fallen for the girl, but in reality, she was just his new muse. He has been lacking in inspiration, wanting to draw but having no motivation to do so. So when he first laid eyes on Eboni & Jeff, inspiration struck.

He enjoys observing their relationship, catching the way they'd look at one another within his art pieces. Of course, he would draw them without their knowledge until he randomly decided to give Eboni a beautiful pencil drawing of herself on the day before Valentine's Day and before the Valentine's Day party.

Jeff was pissed, seriously pissed. His anger only grew when Eboni tried to step in between the two before a fight broke out. He couldn't understand that the only thing the Bloody Panther felt towards Eboni was admiration. He felt comfortable around her. He could open up to her a bit and even ask for advice about certain things.

In fact, Eboni found out that the poor neutral faced painter is hopelessly in love with another proxy who has been gone on a year-long mission. This proxy is known as 'Judge Angel'. She went through his sketch book, noticing so many drawings of this one girl. She found it cute.

So, what are the odds that she randomly shows up right before the Valentine's Day party? Eboni had spent the first week and a half of February trying to play matchmaker. Jeff had no idea and just assumed she was losing interest in him. Long story short, Eboni learned not to test his patience once again - not that she didn't enjoy every minute of that fuck.

They did indeed have a party of their own all night long.

But Eboni's work did pay off. The next day, she witnessed Judge Angel showering Helen with kisses. The sight of his blushing yet blank face was memorable. Another match making attempt took place with Eyeless Jack & Ani the Wight. The poor ghost girl had an obvious crush on EJ. It became so painfully obvious that most proxies would shit on him for not noticing it.

But he did. He noticed. EJ isn't that stupid like BEN. He has strong feelings for the girl, but his moral code to only love one is keeping him from moving forward. But once again, thanks to Eboni, she's able to knock some sense into him. Leave his past in the past and finally live his new life to the fullest until his very last breath. Those words were enough to snap EJ out of it and make a bold move on the girl.

Now, currently, the group is in the livingroom- snacking on junk food while watching the boys shout and argue over if BEN cheated or not. Jeff is glaring daggers at the link demon, close to shanking him.

"Look you fucker, just admit you cheated and I won't rip your fucking eyes out!" Jeff shouts.

BEN quickly floats up, flipping Jeff off. "I didn't cheat! You just suck ass!"

"No...no BEN, I'm with Jeff here. You rigged this whole fucking game." EJ grumbles, tossing the controller to the side.

"Or maybe you all are just sore losers." Judge Angel, also known as Dina, said - snickering a bit.

"Not true....I never got a hit in against him." Helen said, voice flat but eyes showing frustration.

Eboni giggles, leaning forward to try and calm Jeff down. "I told you, no one wins against BEN in street fighters."

"But I can kick his ass at wii bowling! This shit is obviously rigged!" Jeff exclaims, pulling out his knife and stands to try and reach up to BEN.

"You're just a sore loser you dickhead!" BEN shouts, sticking his tongue out and flips him off again.

EJ at this point stands, moving up on the couch for a better chance to catch him. "I'll start at his ankles."

"And I'll go for his fucking throat!"

Ani watches, just a bundle of nerves. "Uh...you guys it's not that serious. You could get in trouble."

"Oh, don't ruin the fun. I doubt slenderman would punish them too badly for rough housing." Eboni shrugs, pulling out her phone to record it.

But before she can, Kate steps down the stairs, arms crossed over her chest. Everyone freezes, staring at the girl. She looks at Eboni & Jeff before speaking, "Slenderman is requesting you two in his office."

The couple share a look of annoyance, rolling their eyes as they follow Kate to the elevator. Once on the top floor, Kate leads them to his office - knocking on his door. The woman waits for an answer, opening the door once it's given. Kate steps out of the way, allowing the two to enter.

But once inside, the two share a look - shaking their heads and bolting out of the room. At this, Slenderman sends two tendrils out - dragging the two back into his office. He sends Kate away, keeping the two caged within his tendrils.

"Stop this foolish behavior."

"I'm not working with a blonde bimbo!"

"And a dude with a male superiority complex." Eboni huffs, rolling her eyes.

The faceless creature sighs, shaking his head. "I made myself clear, to you specifically Eboni, that the both of you will learn teamwork - even if it's with the ones you hate most."

Taylor and Masky haven't spoken a word, nor did they flinch at seeing Eboni & Jeff - both wearing their own porcelain mask. They both roll their eyes, scoffing. Two worthless people trying to seek fatherly validation from a manipulative faceless ceature.

"This is bullsh- ugh! Alright, alright, I get it! Just loosen your squid arm!" Jeff shouts.

Slender lowers them down, calling his tendrils back. He points to the files laid out on his desk, motioning for them to get and look over. Eboni goes first, opening her file - Jeff following suit. Both of them frown, looking at the faceless creature.

".....more gang members? Seriously?" Jeff grumbles, staring at the picture of his targets. A group of three.

Eboni sighs, also given three different gang members. She can only assume Taylor and Masky have similar targets. The girl raises a brow at Slenderman after reading more details within the flies. "And you want this finished... before midnight?"

Slenderman nods his head. "They're easy targets. It's been brought to my attention by the blue haired witch that Zalgo is controlling this gang from the inside out, forming his own army to try and take me down. The quicker we lower his numbers, our chances of winning increases. Understand?"

Eboni is the only one who now takes this more seriously. Anything involving Zalgo is enough to change her mood. Jeff, on the other hand, feels anxious. Just his name, Zalgo, sends his nerves into overdrive. He glances at Eboni, grabbing her hand.

"Alright, octopus." Jeff states flatly, roughly tugging Eboni out of the room - Masky & Taylor following behind.

Eboni frowns, noticing his shift in mood. "Jeff, what's the issue?"

"Just want to get this shit over with as soon as possible." He says, his voice giving away how on edge he is.

Eboni doesn't question him, at least not when her two most hated people are standing right behind her. Jeff presses the down button to the elevator, stepping inside and keeping Eboni close. Masky presses the lobby button, grabbing Taylor's hand into his own. The blonde flinches at first but relaxes either way.

Once the doors open, loud shouts can be heard right away. Masky drags Taylor to the front door, slamming it behind themselves. Eboni scoffs, rolling her eyes- everyone watching them walk to the front door.

"What's going on?" EJ asks, looking away from the TV - giving BEN the chance to beat him again.

"The faceless bitch thought it'll be a great idea to teach us 'team work'." Jeff said mockingly.

"....he's making you work...with them?" BEN asks before EJ smacks him upside his head for cheating again.

"Yeah... but we all have three separate targets. I don't see how this is teamwork when we'll have to focus on our kills.", Eboni shrugs. "Its a closer step to taking down Zalgo, so I'll put up with them for one night."

The room grows tense, everyone aware of Jeff's uneasiness from the mention of Zalgo. The smiling killer has indeed grown paranoid. He didn't want to risk putting Eboni's life in danger. He couldn't. Everyone has tried to push Eboni's curse within the back of their heads, yet it still lingers whenever the demon lord is mentioned. Everyone has grown attached to Eboni. She somehow makes the mansion for lively. Without her presence, bright smile, and daring attitude- the mansion would return to its dullness.

"Anyways, I'll cook up something once I'm ba-"

"No, you're not. We're gonna shower and go straight to bed." Jeff corrects.

Eboni rolls her eyes, mumbling under her breath.

Jeff opens the door, turning around to raise a brow. "Say that again, princess, a bit louder for me." He dares.

Eboni pouts, shaking her head. "....nothing, Daddy."

He grins, leaning down to steal a quick kiss while closing the door behind themselves. He leans down to whisper in her ear, "Good girl. Now let's get this night over with."

The four of them walk through the woods in silence, Jeff still keeping Eboni close. Eboni looks at Jeff, gripping his hand. He raises a brow, tilting his head. "I'm gonna be okay..." she whispers.

Jeff smiles, about to say something, but Taylor beats her to it. "Yeah fuckin' righ'."

"Masky, you better -"

Masky grips the back of Taylor's hair, whispering something in her ear that makes her lower her head in shame. This sparks Eboni curiosity. "I won't be okay? Says the one who didn't even have the guts to kill her abusive junkie mother."

Taylor whips her head around, glaring daggers at Eboni but doesn't say a word. "Cat, got your tongue?" She giggles, shaking her head.

"Look. How about we all shut the fuck up- yeah? The sooner we end this shit the quicker we'll be out of each other's sight." Masky tries to reason, growing annoyed.

"Still trying to work your way back into being Slenderman's favorite? Tch, pathetic." Jeff snickers.

It's Masky's turn to snap, but Taylor yanks his ear, pulling him along. It didn't take long for the four to reach the skate park where all of their victims are. Masky made an odd hand motion that Eboni didn't understand, but Jeff does. The smiling killer guides Eboni to the other side of the woods, picking up a small rock and throwing it ahead of them.

The girls look towards their direction, a bit shaken. Most of the girls egg on two other girls to go look, calling them names to add to the pressure. Surprisingly, both girls go to investigate, both girls also being one of Eboni & Jeff's target. The two share a look, their smiles turning wicked.

This would be Eboni's first victim besides her family. Her first victim she has zero attachment to. This is going to be fun. So the two hide behind a tree, waiting for the girls to get closer. Once close, each reach out to their respective victims, placing their hands over their mouths.

The girls are pretty weak, so its easy to overpower them. Eboni pins her first target to the ground, placing her custom blade to her throat and slits it - watching the girl choke on her own blood, life quickly fading from her eyes. Eboni's smile grows, having no idea how much she would enjoy this.

Jeff, on the other hand, takes his time, stabbing his victim repeatedly until she stops fighting back. Two down, four more left to go. Masky goes for a different tactic, making Taylor scream. Two of his targets and one of Taylor's rush towards the other side of the woods, thinking their friend is in danger.

Masky easily takes down his targets with a quick blow to their heads with his crowbar, but Taylor is...struggling. Eboni & Jeff aren't close enough to see, but a scream is enough to alert them on what could be happening. As that scream is heard, their targets begin to scatter. Jeff sighs heavily, jumping out of the woods and stabbing the first girl he gets his hands on, slitting her throat.

"That useless bitch- princess! There's two coming towards your right!"

Eboni already takes down the first one, thanks to her staying hidden- but she has to chase after the other. Once she catches her, Eboni jumps onto the girl- beating her to the ground. She raises her knife, stabbing the girl straight in her heart - twisting the blade.

Masky ends up taking out Taylor's target but is out numbered by four other girls. He looks over at Taylor, shouting at her to snap out of it - but she doesn't, standing their trembling. Eboni rushes over, as did Jeff, tackling two girls to the ground. Both of them stab them to death, giving Masky a chance to knock two other girls to the ground- smashing their skulls in.

Ten down. Two more to go, but they're nowhere to be seen.

Jeff stands, glaring at Taylor. "What the fuck!?"

Eboni stands, frowning at Taylor. Masky walks over, shaking Taylor out of her trance. "And I thought you were ready for this."

"I...I-I.."

"Don't bother. Get your shit together, blondie. We got two more to kill."

"I saw the other two run east towards the mansion." Eboni explains.

Jeff nods, walking towards the direction of the mansion. "Then let's go. I swear if that faceless fucker chews up my ass over that bimbo's mistake- imma lose it."

Eboni giggles, following behind Jeff while Masky drags Taylor along - mumbling curses. Jeff & Eboni keep an eye out, hearing for anything out of the ordinary. Then they hear a twig snap. Jeff grins, slowly approaching where the sound came from. He notices the second girl trembling behind a short yet wide tree.

The smiling killer laughs, quickly snatching the girl before she can run off again. "Well, you made this too easy." Jeff said as he repeatedly stabs the girl to death....not noticing the second girl up in the tree.

But Eboni does. Her eyes widen, rushing over to Jeff after hearing the sound of a gun clocking. Masky too rushes forward, realizing this was a trap. How could they have miscalculated this so poorly?

Masky doesn't make it in time, but Eboni did.

"Jeff!" She shouts, quickly pushing Jeff out of shooting range.

The smiling killer stumbles back, looking at Eboni questioningly - but when he figures out why she pushed him, it's far too late.

"I'm sor-"

BANG!

[aheavenofhell]

I feel like some may be deliberately ignoring the “but I don’t want to go back to Heaven” line and lemme explain why it’s important.

Aziraphale is offered this promotion to supreme archangel, right? By the Metatron himself. This is a VERY big deal, EXTREMELY serious. This is word directly from the Almighty.

And his first reaction is to refuse (something that doesn’t exactly align with the whole “Aziraphale is a manipulator” idea).

Aziraphale refuses the Metatron until the Metatron makes it explicitly clear that he can bring Crowley with him.

This is important, because Aziraphale chose to defy Heaven in S1 for Earth, for humans. While Crowley’s company may have had a part in it, really who’s to say they couldn’t just find another way to hang out when eternity started? His motivations in S1 didn’t revolve solely around Crowley.

The Aziraphale in S2, however, is ready to surrender life on Earth with just a singular condition. This is a big leap from where he was in S1, denying he and Crowley were even friends, to S2, where he is ready to admit that he needs him. That their relationship is more than a mutually beneficial arrangement or the result of having no other immortals to converse with.

So why the “rejection”?

Well, first off I think it’s a bit unfair to call it a rejection. For it to be a rejection, they would have to turn down the idea of their relationship. They didn’t, they just disagreed on the terms of that relationship.

Second, although Aziraphale has made these significant character developments, he is still Aziraphale. Naive, and under the impression that he can make things better for everyone—including Crowley. It could be just like old times, but even better. His motive here was not to fundamentally change who Crowley is, but to move them into a situation where they are safe to be together and he can feel like he has a purpose.

I don’t know if Crowley actually thinks Aziraphale wants to change him or not. I can definitely see that being a thing, but it’s not actually brought up. Instead, Crowley reminds him what Heaven is actually like—the reason he doesn’t want to be there. Not just because he can’t, but because he doesn’t want to.

The lack of compromise here ends up making sense from both sides. Aziraphale functions the way someone who grew up deeply religious and just can’t quite pry away from their faith does. Constantly ashamed, justifying the actions of an unjust God, unable to find meaning outside of what he’s been taught is the meaning. A recipe for self loathing, for always going back because it’s all you know, of course you still pray every night, long after you’ve stopped going to church. Ask a fundamentalist Christian if Abraham would’ve been justified in killing Isaac, and when they answer ask why. You will sample some of what I am talking about.

In contrast, Crowley has completely broken off from that illusion. His own moral code is more important to him than Heaven or Hells’. He has spent thousands of years trying to get Aziraphale to see through the manipulative tactics that keep him in check. He watches Aziraphale torment himself with this idea of goodness, what it is and how he has to represent it. And by the end of S2, he is still stuck in that same rut.

Neil utilized the metaphor of an abusive relationship (Nina/Lizzy, Aziraphale/Heaven) but whichever way you look at it, it’s the same. Psychological conditioning designed to break down the spirit into obedience.

And despite all this, despite the fact that Aziraphale is actively clawing his way through processing all of this trauma on his own, he still doesn’t give in to Heaven before he’s promised Crowley.

He goes back, yes. But there was no character regression. It was still development. He’s just not all the way there yet.

There would be no S3 if he was.

[bihanspookies]

Since i heard you write for Tekken I have an idea: Dating Tekken 6 Jin SFW and NSFW headcannons

HELL YEAHH

First of all congrats on successfully managing to get into a relationship with Tekken 6 Jin lmao

Man’s had extreme tunnel vision trying to get to his end goal and was not pleasant.

SFW

• Let’s be real, he’s more focused on his agenda so he doesn’t spend much time with you. Does try to make it up by sending you gifts, money, telling you to take his card and treat yourself to lunch or shopping.

• The times that ARE spent with you…. He’s still working on ways to take down Kazuya. You’ll be trying to talk to him while he’s texting Nina or anyone else he works with about upcoming plans.

• It’s not always like this, he’ll ask about your day and what you did and he really does love hearing about it even though he’s not very expressive in showing it.

• Not particularly into PDA.

• When you’re out in public he’ll have you wrap your arm around his, guide you with a protective hand on your back through a crowd and just stand relatively close to keep an eye on you.

• Def orders for you if you’re going out to eat, always pays, he’s gentleman really but unfortunately will take work related calls and will cut dates early if he’s needed.

• Sometimes he does wonder and ask why you’re with him since he’s not the most present partner. He’s not trying to start a fight, he’s genuinely curious even though he more or less warned you beforehand what getting into a relationship with him would entail.

• Days off for him are rare so if you wake up and he’s still in bed TAKE ADVANTAGE because you don’t know when you’ll have another opportunity to do so.

• I think he’d like if you pampered him in the sense of you cooking him breakfast and bringing it in bed, taking a shower and washing his body, etc etc etc.

• Kisses on the side of your head with a hand holding the other side to keep you still. He’ll kiss you in private when no one’s around, grab the sides of your face to really plant it on you.

NSFW

• He’s definitely on the more quiet side when you have sex. Now don’t get me wrong it’s not like you’re fucking a dead man but all he really does are very subtle groans, grunts and some heavy breathing through his nose. It’s not that he’s not enjoying himself but he wants to focus on pleasuring you and bringing you to climax first.

• I’m gonna say it, he’s also not very expressive either when fucking. Furrows his eyebrows, grits his teeth and barely parts his lips. That’s the most you’re gonna get.

• He likes sex but he doesn’t particularly need to have it, whenever he does he’s doing it more for you if that makes sense (especially since he’s so focused on defeating his dad and raging war against the rest of the world 💀)

• He will let you know he’s in the mood by hugging you from behind and massaging your body in various places. Eventually will lower his hand to your groin and cup it, pushing himself against your ass.

• Helps get you in the mood by using his fingers on you while kissing you softly.

• Strikes me as a missionary man as simple as that is BUT he makes that one position throw out all the other ones because of how good he fucks you.

• He doesn’t fuck fast he’s not a jackrabbit lmao but he does have those rhythmic deep strokes that have stars dance in your vision.

• Clit?? Hard tight circles with his thumb. Dick?? Focuses primary on the head with the center of his palm and gently squeezing it in his fist.

• He will indulge you sometimes if you want to take charge though but he’ll only do it by letting you ride him because he can still control the pace if he wanted to (this is also the only way to get him to be more vocal and expressive lmao). Show him how much you want him, how good he’s making you feel and you have his eyes rolling into the back of his head and letting out a low groan.

• Prefers giving oral but again you’d probably have to ask for it. HOWEVER!! Oral is one of the things he will take his time on because it’s such a slow buildup to climax.

• Receiving oral isn’t really up his alley but won’t stop you if you want to please him especially because he loves how you look with his cock in your mouth (he won’t say it though).

• Isn’t really into cuddling but you slowly open him up to the idea. At first the most he’ll let you do is rest your head on his chest while he lightly puts his arm around you with his hand on your back or hip. Eventually he’ll let you snuggle into his chest but he does keep himself propped up with an elbow while his other hand just kinda traces random patterns on your body.

• Tells you I love you in moments like this when you’re basking in the afterglow of your love making. He runs the tips of his fingers down your cheek and jaw and murmurs it softly while looking into your eyes.

• Because as much of a nasty jerk and asshole as Tekken 6 Jin is lmao, he won’t bring that attitude into the bedroom or just whenever he’s having alone time with you.

• He’s gonna do his best to treat you right because throughout all this war and chaos you’ve managed to get into his heart.

[stephaniebrownslover]

Guys I have an idea.

What if I made Jeff The Killer like BoJack Horseman???

Guys don't leave please guysssssss it's so dark hereeeee

Okay now that I think about it, I'll ramble about this a bit.

Either I'm on to something or on something.

Also BH characters as creepypasta characters random BoJack Horseman dialogues as Jeff under the line and how other pastas would react.

And the only Jeff portrait I like is @jeffthekillerzblog 's Jeff because he's like a real life :3

THEIR FIRST TWO LETTER IS SAME THEY'RE THE SAME

...

GUYSSSSSSS TOBY AS TODD JUST IMAGINE

Lol just kidding but I think Toby and Todd would actually get along. Like they would just chill around and build random shit and talk about nonsense stuff. Their silly goofy traits are kinda similar so they would understand each other most of the time. Great minds think alike.

Okay okay let's talk about Jeff Horseman stuff before drifting away the topic.

First of, I think BoJack Horseman is not a character do defend. Yes, he tries to fix his mistakes but it was too late for him. He needed to change before all the shit happened. He needed to go to rehab or therapy before.

I'm not saying it's all his fault but just look at Diane. She had her own trauma and even though she was feeling bad most of the time, she wanted to get better. She worked for it in time instead of BoJack.

Yes, BoJack is a traumatized character but Todd was right about "You can't keep doing shitty thing and then feel bad about it!" because BoJack did this always.

Now back to Jeff. He has a similar trait with BoJack. I think Jeff has BPD most likely and he has serious anger issues. That's not a good mix as you can guess. It causes him to make mistakes and hurt people he actually gives a shit about and even though this makes him feel bad later, he won't do anything about it.

He wants to change, he wants to apologize from Jane and Nina and Liu. He wants to be a better person. He hates this life he build but he's been in this hell so long that he doesn't know a way out. He thinks it's too late for him and for treatment after all the people he killed and hurt.

Just like BoJack but in a different way.

BoJack hurts people close to him mentally and Jeff hurts people close to him both mentally and physically.

They both doesn't want to live their life and they would rather be like anyone else does.

They would hate each other if they met because they would see the other as a mirror. Or something like they could be in an another universe. And this would scare them as hell.

Jeff might be a surface character but I think that's because of his creator portrays him. I have like/hate relationship with him because of how badly he portrayed in almost every work.

He was not a pure evil monster, he was a 13 year old kid with untreated mental issues and body trauma. And no one was there to teach him this was not right since this motherfucker is very stubborn and he killed everyone who could.

Both of them doesn't want to die no matter how shitty their life can became. They want to live. They want to see the next day even though they would hate it. They think they deserve to live after all the things they had gone through.

They want to believe that they have a chance for redemption without caring about their past mistakes.

Also if Jeff would be an animal, he thinks he would be a wolf but he'd actually be a horse. That's like his spirit animal.

Take random BoJack dialogues as Jeff and other pastas' reactions to that.

...

Jeff: Rehab was supposed to be a fresh start. But no matter how many starts I get, there's always the same ending. Everything falls apart, and I end up alone.

Clockwork: Then get a new life man, this shit is not that hard.

Jeff: Shut up bitch! I'm having a moment here!

...

Jeff: Same thing that always happens. You didn't know me. Then you fell in love with me. And now you know me.

Nina: Eat shit and die asshole. You ruined my life.

Jeff: Fucking let me apologize whore!

Nina: Okay. I'm gonna kill this bastard. Don't hold me!

Kate: No one's holding you.

Nina: I said don't hold me!

...

Jeff: I'm the one who has suffered the most because of the actions of Jeffrey Woods.

Jane: What about Liu or Nina or even me?

Jeff: Nah, Liu's fine and he hates you.

Liu: No, I don't.

Jeff: He doesn't know what he's saying. And Nina loooves me.

Nina: No I don't!

Jeff: She's high on my awesomeness.

Jane: Shup the fuck up you dumbass.

...

Jeff: There's gonna be plenty of people around when I kill myself!

Masky: Not me.

Hoodie: Nah, I'll be there to celebrate.

Jeff: I hate all of you.

...

Jeff: Really makes you think, though, huh? Life, right? Goes by, stuff happens. Then you die.

Toby: W-who the hell are you?

Jeff: Yeah, you're right.

Toby: I am?

Jeff: Nah.

Toby: Of cour-se I am.

Who wants part 2 for incorrect quotes??

[tetsunabouquet]

House Of Anubis: How the OG Dutch/Belgium show was butchered in its adaptation by Nickelodeon Part 1: Mick & Fabian

Given ATLA and Percy Jackson have gotten butchered again, I have decided to finally open my mouth about my favorite children's tv show: Het Huis Anubis. I am making this in several parts, because god this show was done dirty by Nickelodeon- especially the English adaptation. Today, we will go over exhibit A, Mick and Fabian and how they as individuals were butchered and their bromance was scrapped - all due to Nickelodeon's homophobia because OG Fabian's actor, Lucien van Geffen, came out as a gay man after the show ended. 1. Let's start with the most obvious thing: the boys appearance. Fabian is way cuter and way less nerdy looking in the English adaptation. The dude became Prom King for crying out loud. In the OG, whilst Fabian was cute, he was so in an overtly nerdy way and the idea of him becoming Prom King at all would have been an obvious prank. Mick was the dumb jock, the pretty boy of the cast who got played by a model. As a bisexual, this was the show that would get me bi-panicking because of Mick and Nienke (Nina in the English adaptation). 2. The aforementioned stereotyping was actually part of what made the bromance work. Because stereotypes are easier to understand for younger children and their contrasting stereotypes were written in such a beautiful way as they saw each other's value. Because in the OG, Mick has a lot of things going for him and he has a heart of gold but he has a dream he cannot accomplish being the dumb pretty boy he is but Fabian can. Because in the OG, Mick has a blind younger sister that he would like to cure more then anything but knows he's too dumb for medicine school unlike Fabian. He also knows Fabian is more courageous then he is and sees him as someone with lots of valuable traits whereas Fabian values Mick's loyalty and good, friendly nature as one of the show's primary himbo's. Their stereotypes allowed kids to understand each stereotype came with valuable traits. It's okay if you're a nerd or a jock. 3. MICK NEVER LEFT. Mick always remained the ignorant himbo walking around the house as his friends were busy dealing with cults. He was the breath of fresh air that brought normalcy throughout the show with his romance drama. Though he was ignorant of what they were doing, it's not like Mick was 100% oblivious throughout the entire show. For crying out loud Fabian had to fake his death at one point, with no one knowing he was still alive. Who was the one Fabian went to so he could say he was still alive? Mick. Really, a secret handshake is in no way on the same level as only telling your best friend you are still alive. 4. Which brings me to another character that never left: Nienke! Unlike her English counterpart Nina, Nienke remained as the leader of the Sibuna gang throughout the show with Fabian being the healthy kind of boyfriend who never felt like he had to take leadership away from her or anything. I swear in regards to Fabian in the English adaptation, they tried to hard to make a more alpha male version of Fabian. He's hotter, he gets more girls, he gets to be the leader and more. There is literal evidence they had toxic masculinity in mind: its Fabian falling to the sin of Pride in the show. Whilst the English adaptation was only faithful to the first season, the 7 deadly sins do show up in the first Anubis movie where Nienke is kidnapped by the antagonist. OG Fabian is literally the first person to win from all 7 deadly sins with the sin he ALMOST succumbs to being wrath as his friends and Nienke were about to die. Fabian was the virtuous knight in that movie and they actively made him more prideful in the English adaptation. Why would they change his relationship with Nienke and things like this, if it wasn't to make Fabian seem more masculine and whatnot because Lucien being gay emasculates Fabian in the eyes of Nickelodeon. For fuck's sake, Lucien was literally chosing to stay in the closet during the show because the ship was HUGE. He didn't wanted to break all of the little children's hearts by saying he was gay. Lucien was gracious 100%!

[aomitois]

9 fandom peeps to get to know better:

tagged by @smolldragon, thank you sammy :33 💞

3 ships i like: Joongdok (or how i prefer to say, dokhyeok), Sheith, Madohomu

First ship ever: i have no idea, bc i know that i was jumping channels and getting extremely invested in relationships in tv shows and cartoons ever since i could hold a tv remote. but i do remember i used a pen to make a tattoo on my doll of a ship i was insane about back then - Sky/Bloom from Winx Club. so that's the earliest i can remember

Last song you heard: Versailles from Divineko game. great game with only the bangerest music

Favorite childhood book: hmmm maybe "Nina and the riddle of 8th note"? i really love the genre of mystery solving adventure for kids

Currently reading: "Ulysses Moore: First Key" (again. same genre), "Island of dr Moreau", "Steps into the unknown" (a book at my home that was my grandpas. i wish i had anyone to talk with about this book cause some twists got me Shook), "Assembly and maintenance of personal computers and peripherals", shitton of manhwas at once

Currently watching: Dandadan, Re:Zero series (finished s1), rewatching Bocchi the Rock with friends

Currently consuming: always munching or something, just finished pudding. but in the sense of media, i keep reading one manhwa after another almost everyday. mostly on tapas so it's one episode a day, but if i get hooked i binge one series in a day or two

Currently craving: to drink some elaborate refreshing sweet drink 😔😔

Tagging:

@meiyanaalexia, @sanattafrank, @wingsofblackleather, @uradeku, @insomaniacat, @itachi-bruh-chan, @peacocksapphire, @sasukkee, @olyollyoxenfree, @jcssic, @kylehyde, @talieclandestine, @lattelesbean003, @blossom-ghoul

and anyone who wants to :)

[ventithedrunkbardehe]

Hello hello

I'm baackk~

Warnings: English is nkt my first lanuage so there might be grammar errors, also typo's mighz happenen here and there, also swearing

So let's get started shall we?

Streamer!reader accidentaly revealing their relationship with the Xsoleil boys ft.Nina!

You were just doing an ordinary drinking stream, or so you planned to. You didn't realize how much you got caught up in drinking and started answering the questions in the chat. You didn't realize how much of a bad idea it was beacuse of your drunked state. You took a sip of your drink as you read out the next question

'Is there anyone that has your interest in NijisanjiEN' - you rewd the question out lous and without even thinking you answered to it. "Mhmm... And I'm so glad that he's actually my boyfriend..." - you said as you took another sip.

Ver

"I mean who wouldn't love Ver... He's just so perfect, and handsome, and cute, and everything else you could ask for..." - you continued babbling about your boyfriend as the whole chat turned into a mess, both hate and love coming from fans. You would've kept going unless Nina called you up that you should stop the stream since you were so drunk and you didn't realize what were you talking about. You argued a bit with her ws she tried to convince the fans thru the phone call that you were saying nonsense and it was just beacuse you were drunk. But everyone knowing that you're one of the most honest streamers out there, why would you be babbling lies about being together with Ver. Nina luckily got you to turn the stream off and go to bed, but you weren't ready what would happen tomorrow.

As you woke up the next day, you're phone was blown up by how many notifications you got from Twitter. As you opened the app you saw several clips about you talking about how much youlove Ver and so glad that he's your boyfriend. You saw how many other streamer friend of yours tried to protect you, as you got embarrassed from reading all the tweets about your mistake, you finally got yourself together and wrote an apology tweet saying that you were sorry and that too drunk to even know what were you talking about, you didn't mean to say boyfriend as in a relationship but as a good guy friend. After ypu posted the tweet out you immediately called Ver up.

"I'm so sorry about everything honey, I was just-" -he cut into your sentence

"It's okay, but next time make sure that you don't get caught up in drinking and start spilling tea about our relationship okay? Anyways I'll go over to your place in a few minutes okay?" - he said

"Okay, love you" - you said as you giys put the phone down.

'This will be hurting for a while...' - you tought as you looked at the screen of your monitor that had twitter open.

Hex

"I mean who wouldn't like Hex... Just look at him... He has such an attractive voice... His humor... Ahh I could talk about him all day." - you said. You continued talking about him as you took several sips from you drink. You didn't ralize thst you were talking about him for like 5 minutes straight untill Mom came to the rescue and called you up to stop the stream which took her like almost 10 minutes beacuse your drunk ass didn't realize what was going on and you guys ended up arguing untill she finally got you to end the stram and to to bed.

When you woke up your head was hurting like hell, as you remembered back what did you do last night's stream and immediately went up on twitter to see clips about you talking about you dear boyfriend Hex, and others trying to protect you. When you got yourself together you wrote an apology tweet, saying thst it was just a big missunderstanding that the word boyfriend you meant was not the 'in realtionship' term but it was as 'guy friend' term. Hoping that people will belive you as you posted it. After a few minutes of continuing reading the tweets about your mistake your phone buzzed. It was you boyfriend Hex. You immediately pickee upand started apologizing to him about the accident.

"It's okay... Hopefully it will go down in a week or two..." - he said as you were on the verge of tears. "But to be honest... I never imagined that you love me this much" - he chuckled at your reaction as teased you.

"Oh shut up... This is embarrassing" - you said as you huffed and joined to laugh with him.

Doppio

"Pio-chan is just so cute... He's like a giant baby... His laugh... ahh so cute. Everything about him is so cute..." - you continued babbling about your boyfriend. Some of your streamer friends in the chat tried stopping you, writing to you on social media, but Nina saved the night. She called you up talking you down from continueing the stream as you were drunk drunk. After a few minutes of talking and arguing a little she finally got you to stop the stream and get yourself together and go to bed.

The next day you woke up with a terrible headache from being drunk yesterday night.

"Fucking hangovers..." - you said as you tried to get out of bed and get some painkillers. After ypu took them, even tho your head was still hurting you went up on twitter to see everything about your mistake that was clipped and posted everywhere. Everyone was talking about your little tea spilling. You saw some of your friends trying to stop the people from talking about these matters, but everyone knew that they won't die down from just these tweets. You were reading the tweets about yourself as the phone buzzed on your desk. It was Doppio. You didn't really want to answer it being a bit scared how he would react to it. But you eventually picked it up.

"Good morning darling~" - he said lively.

"Good morning" - you said back to him, it was hearable on your voice that you were nervous and embarrassed.

"Are you worried about yesterday night?" - he asked in a softer tone.

"Mhm... I'm sorry" - you answered.

"It's alright it's alright! My company might kill me but let's tell the fans ye? I mean it won't die down until they get to know the thruth yea? So why not make it easier for everyone?" - he said in a reassureing voice.

"I-... Pio-chan... Are you okay? Are you drunk? As I know I was the one drowning myself in drinks and not you." - you asked worriedly laughing a bit.

"Yepp a 100% sure!" - he answered immediately.

The two of you agreed to announce your guy's relationship and after tweeting it out the both you turned your social media's off. Soon enough he arrived at your place and you guys went and played games.

@lonelysimpfor2dmen thank you for the request ❤️ sorry thst it took this long 😭🙏

Hope you guys enjoyed it! Have a nice day! Byeee!