#pleeease for the love of fuck credit them

[kirk-goes-to-gallifrey]

so fucking tired of watching professional academic presentations with incredible pictures and zero credit as to who took them

[honestlyawesome]

i love my fish :) i love fish in general.

[justanotherlifeff]

may i request todoroki shouto with a breeding kink? maybe endeavour kept forcing shoto to marry someone else then he just goes down on her after the argument?

Marry me

Warning:NSFW, Smut, breeding kink, kinky stuff

"I'm not marrying her and that's my final answer. This discussion is over." Shouto stated to his fuming father with a stoic expression while his eyes gave away his wrath. Shouto had been dating you for the last few years ever since you joined as a manager at his agency. Your quirk, memory, which allowed you to remember every single detail on every single thing you've witnessed in your entire life, was not suited for hero work. Instead, you were in the business department at UA, an year after Shouto graduated. Shouto was getting close to his thirties and Endeavour was planning to get Shouto to his old classmate and friend, Yaoyorozu Momo. Her quirk was strong and she was from a powerful family which, in Endeavour's opinion made her a good match for Shouto. Which is why, when Shouto mentioned that he was planning to propose to you, Endeavour tried to convince him to marry Momo and obviously, that ended with Shouto walking out on him, rejecting his plans.

To Shouto, you were the embodiment of perfection. Before you came into his life, he had no idea on how to deal with people or emotions in general. He was a confused young man thrown into a world where everyone expected him to act a certain way which he didn't understand. Why did he have to smile at the women who somehow fainted after seeing him? Shouldn’t he be away from them instead if they were getting sick because of him? Why can't he be completely honest about exactly how he felt about random heroes during interview? Was it too wrong to call someone out on being rude when they are rude? Why did Bakugou reject the idea of them being friends? Didn't they spend three years together in UA? In conclusion, Todoroki Shouto was in desperate need of a manager when he first started his hero career. And hell it was difficult to manage him. He had no basic idea on how human emotions work and took everything in an extremely straight forward manner which led to his managers getting tired of him and resigning. That was until you arrived into his office and changed everything. You taught him how people feel things and never lost patience. He finally knows why Bakugou doesn't see him as a friend.

Anyway, the point was that you were always there for him. At one point, he fell in love with you and now that he wanted to marry you, he sure as hell wasn’t going to let his father ruin this for him. Your small apartment was like a safe haven to him whenever he wanted to be away from his family home. Sure, he owned a penthouse of his own but he prefered not to live alone. Now that his mother finally moved back in the family home, he was partially content with living there as well. You already rejected his invitation on moving in with him in his penthouse because you didn't want to feel like a gold digger which meant that the family home was a better option for him anyway with the exception of his rare fights with his father. However, you never pushed him away whenever these fights happened and he just wanted to be at your arms. Which is why, he found himself on your doorstep, pushing the calling bell, waiting for you to open the door.

Just as you opened the door, he lost all control. Could you blame him though? Your messy hair, oversized T shirt which you stole from him, bare legs, it all enticed him so bad that he couldn't help it. As usual, you let him do his thing. Whenever he showed up without a warning, it always meant that something went wrong and he wanted to take his mind off things. Who were you to deny him of some peace? Like always, he explained everything inbetween kisses while you messily closed the door to your apartment, not willing to give the neighbours a show. "The old man wanted to get me married to Yaoyorozu... Can you fucking believe it? As if I'm gonna marry anyone but you..." Shouto growled angrily. He rarely ever used swear words and even more rarely ever got angry. However, you understood why he felt this way. You were angry as well. No one gets to take him away from you, not even his dad.

"Sho..." you muttered between the kisses, trying to find words to comfort him, however, he stopped you, looked into your eyes and stated, "Marry me, (Y/N). I wanted to ask you in a better setting but I don't want to wait anymore.". Your eyes widened at his sudden proposal but you pulled yourself together and whispered, "Yes Shouto... We can do it whenever you want..." as happy tears left your eyes. A small smile formed on Shouto's face as he pressed his lips against yours once more, picking you up and walking towards your bedroom. He already had your home memorized like the back of his hand, which is why, you found yourself on your bed in a matter of moments. Your clothes were expertly taken off before he took his own clothes off. He was being hastier than usual but you wanted him all over you as soon as possible. "You look as beautiful as usual, (Y/N). I can't explain how you make me feel but I really want to let the world that you're mine as soon as possible." he whispered to you as he cupped your cheek as he pinned you to the bed before moving downwards to face your groins. Using one of his hands to spread your pussy, he took some time to admire the pinkness of your dripping pussy before pressing his lips on you, eating you out like a starved man.

Needy moans escaped your mouth as you fisted his mismatched hair while he let his tongue dive into you working magic, making you crave for more. When he went up to suck your clit, using his tongue to massage it, you couldn’t control your orgasm any longer. A strangled moan escaped your mouth as you came on his face, making him smirk at the way you came undone. Deciding that he was done eating you out, he pressed his lips against yours once again as he pinned you to the bed, all while entering your quivering cunt without any warning. The sudden invasion made you yelp against his lips. After giving you some time to adjust to his massive length, Shouto started pumping into you, starting slow and steady and picking up his pace with time. Your hands latched itself to his shoulder, your nails scratching him, leaving marks. He never minded, however since the little marks that you left on him was a symbol to the fact that he brought you to heaven and back every day.

"So beautiful... So perfect.... All mine..." Shouto panted as he was getting closer to his orgasm while he pounded into you. Your moans echoed in the bedroom and surprising him, you moaned out, "C-cum in me Sho! Make me yours! Wanna make you a dad pleeease...!". His eyes widened at your lewd words and suddenly, he wanted to fill you up. He could picture your stomach round with his kids. Damn that would make you so much more perfect. Endeavour can go to hell cause you're gonna have his kids and it's fucking decided already. "Fuck... I'll fill you up baby... I need to see your stomach bulge with my kids... You'll look so beautiful... So perfect... All mine... Shit!!!" Shouto hissed as he buried his head to the crook of your neck, chasing his orgasm. His deadly pace made you come undone around him for the second time as you moaned uncontrollably and he filled you up with his release as promised not too long after.

Now that you were panting and lying down while your boyfriend, now fiance, went to the washroom to get a washcloth to clean the mess he left inside you out, you were still trying to process everything that happened. Shouto, the number 3 hero wants to marry you and somehow, he probably wants to have kids with you too. He wasn’t the one to say random things due to being horny. No, he always meant everything that got out of his mouth. There was a comfortable silence between the two of you as he wiped the cum oozing from between your legs. While the sight of you made him want to fuck you into oblivion yet again, thanks to his newfound desire to fill you with his cum, he knew that he needed to have a serious conversation with you.

"(Y/N), let's get married tommorow."

"SHOUTO YOU CAN'T MARRY SOMEONE A DAY AFTER ASKING THEM TO!"

"Why not? I want to get you pregnant."

"... Fine... You gotta invite our friends right now and buy me a wedding dress cause I'm broke.."

"I'll use Endeavour's credit card."

[Author's note: Alright so I'm kinda back? I still have quite a lot of personal issues to deal with but yeah I'll try to get my asks done asap.]

[riofann]

Better Life 1.0

LVN= Licensed Vocational Nurse equivalent of LPN 

I based this off of, how life would have been soon after Oscar left the Santos

“ANOTHER FUCKING ONE!” Marisol yelled as you watched from the balcony as the landlord handed the new tenant a key. You sigh in response. “This shit is getting bad Y/N we need to get the fuck out!” she commented

“And go where?”

“Shit I don’t know, but the fuck away from here! And Fast! Maybe we could move in together to a better side of town!” 

You loved Marisol but no you did not want to share living spaces with her “I fucking hate LA I’m not trying to stay here any more than i have to. As soon as I get shit paid off I’m leaving!”

“Me too!” she scoffs in disgust “I wonder where he is going to go there's only 3 units open” 

You shrug taking a sip of your wine

“Oh shit what if he’s your next door neighbor?  At least he’s soft on the eyes, some of these motherfuckers be looking like psychos!” 

“Mari!” she’s so judgmental 

“What? it's true i should have asked Mike if i could move in there but its a studio, I can’t do that”  You fade away as she talks watching the neighborhood kids play. 

“Hey Y/N?” your brother Angel snaps you out of your thoughts “can i have some ice cream....pleeease” 

“Only one scoop Angel”

“Thanks!” he said before closing the slide doors

“He’s getting so big soon he’ll be taller than you!” Marisol commented

“I know!” you respond thinking back to when he was a baby 

You both hear the landlords voice coming up the steps

“Ooh! i'm gonna pretend like i'm leaving see where he goes!” she said rushing to leave 

“Cool” you could care less 

“I’ll text you!” 

As she walked out she saw the landlord and the new guy speaking right by the unit next to you

Marisol: looks like you have a new neighbor

You: Perfect! 

Marisol: i hate this place

You couldn't agree more.You actually hated it more than her but you were less vocal and opinionated about it. You barely see the new tenant after he moved in. Plus it  didn't look like he had much when he did actually move in. He was quiet and reserved and didn't really speak to anyone, not that you saw anyway. If you had guessed you would guess he just got out of prison. 

You  were a LVN at the community hospital, in LA and you decided to live on this side of town so that you could pay off student loans before going back to school and getting your BSN. Plus your coworker had told you the less debt you had the better your credit. And you needed a better credit so  you could move out of this place, for the sake of Angel if nothing else. 

“ANOTHER FUCKING ONE! ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!” 

“Damn Mari!” You complained this time she screeched right by your ear

She hugs you “I'm sorry but shit! This shit is getting crazy!” Mike, your landlord didn’t let too much time pass before he brought potential tenants to look at the place. He was notorious for making sure the building was full at all times no matter what. Someone could have moved out by morning and by the next morning he would have already found another tenant. 

You shook your head in response. Not knowing what to say to make things better

“Maybe they can't go anywhere else” you state the obvious “But do they have to come and live HERE!?!” “I don't know Mari damn!”

“There was a rapist who moved in Y/N a FUCKING RAPIST!” 

“I know you don't have to yell I’m right here!” 

She sighed “And of course that bastardo doesn’t give a fuck he’s charging these motherfuckers double the rent just to live here. Getting drugs and shit from some of them.  Kids and women live here!” 

“I know but i mean not all of them are bad” you try to reason 

“I know that but why is like 70% of the building filled with ex-cons and gang bangers?” 

“I don't know Marisol.”

You and Marisol became very close friends  soon after you moved in. You had recently graduated from LVN school and she was already an LVN working at the community hospital. She was a mom too, Luna her 4 year old daughter. You both worked two jobs so you would both rotate on watching the kids. 

“Anyway” she took in a deep breath “do you plan on going to that cookout Mike is having for the building?”

“You mean 4th of July EXTRAVAGANZA?” you say sarcastically 

“Yes that shit”

You shrug. I guess, I went last year and I don't have to work do you?”

“No I’m not working I might stop by and talk to him about our ‘lovely’ neighbors!” 

“Don’t you don’t want him to get mad” you warn

“I don’t give a fuck my safety matters! The safety of my daughter matters!” she threw her hands up at you giving her a look “I know I know they all aren't bad but shit is getting crazy.!” 

Today must have been a bad day for her or she just finished arguing with Luna’s dad either way she was in a pessimistic mood and there was nothing you could do to get her off of it. She had a valid point though. Things were getting really sketchy. You remember when you could come home late from work, now you can’t really do that. And you often worry about a gang war breaking out. Things were becoming more tense by the second. 

~ ~ ~ Fourth of July reached and, you and Mari stand to the side watching Angel and Luna play with the neighborhood kids. 

“Shit them fucking hynas are bad!” A group of men sat people watching. They were older in age. If you were to guess mid 30s to 50s. 

“Which ones?”

“The ones over there!” he said pointing to you and Marisol 

“Oh the nurses?”

“Yea!”

“Then go say hi foo!”

“Nah fuck that!” 

“Yo! Cut that shit out” one of them scolded his kid 

“Kids man” 

“I know”

“Sup” he greeted the new guy as he walked up to them.  “Diego,” he pointed to each of them “I’m Carlos, he’s Jimmy, you?”

“Oscar”

“Here compa” Diego said handing him a corona

“Santos?” Carlos said noticing that tattoo on his neck

“Yea”

“S’cool Diego is Sur, I’m Nor, Jimmy Piru”

“Just got out of jail or something?” Jimmy asked

“Nah left”

The men chuckle “shit they let you?” 

He shrugged in response “I don’t know I’m waiting to see, you know how shit goes”

“Feel you homie. I was getting too old for that shit. Fucking 40 years old and my kids hate me im done with that shit but i love my Surenos feel me but not as much as my kids feel me?” Diego spoke

Oscar nodded in response

“You got kids?” Carlos asked

“Nah” he said shaking his head

“Shit consider yourself lucky”

“Got 5” Carlos responded

“5?!” Oscar commented 

“Yea”

“Sperm donor over here!” Diego joked

“Fuck you man I’m trying”

“That's all you can do lil homie I’m proud of you!” Jimmy commented

“Santos from Freeridge right?” Diego asked 

“Yea”

“Heard about y’all” 

Even though he tried to limit how much information he was giving, these men had lived this life and he knew how it worked. The new guy on the block got micro-analyzed before being accepted or rejected. This was just part of the prison/gang culture. 

Jimmy lifted up his bottle to signal his acceptance of Oscar “Shit you cool homie but don’t fuck around with them” he said pointing to group of men who looked much younger than three friends 

“Yea they got some shit going on don’t get involved” Carlos commented

“Bet good looking out.”

The ‘extravaganza’ lasted well into the night; after the fireworks You usher Angel up the stairs. 

“Oh Hi....” you said, startled by the abrupt opening of the door you said moving out of the way. He had a trash bag in hand.  “I’m Y/N this is Angel nice to meet you, welcome to the building” 

“Spo...” he stopped himself “Oscar” 

“Nice to meet you Oscar”

“Come on Angel lets get you washed up, did you finish your homework?” 

“Almost but it’s late!” he tried debating his way out 

“I don't want to hear it” 

He groaned as you unlocked the door. You looked back to see Oscar watching you two. 

“Well see you around neighbor”

He nodded his head in response 

Please leave a comment on what you think. 

[twilightofthe]

Chapter Two liveblog of The Mandalorian!  Let’s go!!!

A Leetle Lizard!

I’m laughing what’s Mr. Grumpypants gonna do with the Yoda baby?

Gahhhhh it’s still so CUTE

LOOK AT ITS FACE

I’m wondering, did they go back to using an actual puppet for the Yoda baby or still CGI

Oop he senses something

VIBE CHECK lol

Heckin’ shoves the baby away

Oh he’s a good fighter!

DON’T MESS WITH MY KID I’LL BLOW U UP

So is the bounty still for the baby or for Mando Man now?

I still adore the title theme holy shit it’s got that perfect Western vibe

Oof ouch self wound care

LOOK AT THE BABY FACE GAH

OMG BABY’S TRYNA FORCE HEAL HIM I LOVE IT I LOVE IT I LOVE IT

Mando man are you zapping your electronic thing with the same thing you just tried to cauterize your wound with?

Dummy you’re gonna get an infection

Ok this is definitely Tatooine, there’s Jawas

Baha they’re stealing his ship parts xD

Just freakin’ explodifies them pffftttt

AND THE BABY’S JUST WATCHING ALL OF THIS LIKE “huh”

AND NOW THE BABY’S JUST FOLLOWING ALONG WHILE HE’S GETTING STUFF HURLED AT HIM AND ALMOST CRUSHED BY ROCKS I LOVE THIS SO MUCH

Oop bye bye!

Oh I guess not hello there

PFFF THEY JUST STUN HIM AND--

Sad babu awww

Oh dang they really stripped that thing didn’t they

Oof that’s rough buddy

Aww I feel bad for him he doesn’t deserve all of that

AWW LOOK AT THE BABY

I really think it’s a puppet

I bet he’s going to visit Ugnaught guy

Yep

BABY FOUND A FROG AWWW

Ack his voice is so nice

“Spit that out” pffff he’s a dad already xD

Wait hang on a fuck since when does it rain and thunder like that on Tatooine that’s cool!

Disintegrations do not good friendships make

Pfff I just noticed the little boat he’s riding in behind the Bluurg

Weapons part of Mando religion cool!

*Disgruntled sigh* ahaha that’s like 90% of his character I love it

HE JUST FUCKIN TORCHES THEM I LOVE IT

“Get away from it” hey 

The egg?

Bahaha he’s too big for the room xD

This poor dude and his weird-ass life I love him he’s just so put upon and done with everything

I LOVE THE BABY FACE

Oh no is that some sort of sarlaac pit or something

Pleeease don’t tell me he has to steal some kinda sarlaac egg

Oop bones something’s been eating

Oh that’s alive

Awwww poor guy

Right in the mud really that’s mean!!!!

Angry space rhino huh

OH NO THE BABY GO AWAY RHINO DUDE

Poor Mando man looks exhausted

Woah it’s like a rhino/bear hybrid

Oof wow this dude’s been in literally two episodes and I can already tell he’s gonna end up rivaling Obi Wan in “the writers really seem to enjoy kicking the snot out of them until you wanna give them a hug”

FORCE BABY FORCE BABY!!!!!!!!

OMG HE SAVED HIS DAD I’M CRYING I’M CRYING

HOW IS HE THIS POWERFUL TO LIFT THAT THING HE’S A BABY

Wait why not play the Force theme?

Awww I wanted to hear it :/

Oh no baby has Force exhaustion!!!!

At least rhino/bear is dead

Sir, sir you’ve got a little something sticking out of your--

Sir your armor

Sir pls

Oh good it’s just a bent chestplate

Good baby saved him!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Ew furry egg

That’s what they want I guess

Suka!  Suka! xD

Wait they were just hungry?  That’s glorious I love it

“I’m surprised you took so long” bro seriously a giant rhino thing just beat him up and you’re a kickable size don’t test him

Oh no Baby’s still sleeping :(

I wonder if Mando Man has some level of Force Sensitivity

Ok random question but he’s got to take his helmet off to sleep and eat right?

I like his Ugnaught friend I hope we see more of them!

Awwwww he’s so polite, he has honor!!!!

Nooo I want him to go with Mando Man!

Aw man, I do hope we see him again

There they go!!!

Aw man Babu’s still sleeping

Mando dad’s starting to care about him aaaaaaaa

Yay he’s up!!!!

Aaaaand credits

I didn’t really watch them last time but wow the credit cards are beautiful too

Man still love dat music

A small part of me does miss the spacey end credits that we’ve gotten in all other SW content tho but oh well

So episode two!!!!  Gah this was the perfect way to give Mando Man some characterization, he’s snarky and sarcastic and he’s got honor despite being a bounty hunter and he likes kids!!!  And he seems to be a little bit lonely, ya know with the lone gunslinger lifestyle.  He’s Soft and I must protect him even if he is literally the best in the sector at what he does and I can’t fight anything.

Dangit Favreau I’m already hooked I have been seduced by Tatooine, lovely Space Australia it is, and all the Lucas animals and the adorable little Yoda baby and asdfghjklsdkfsk it’s just making me so happy!  

The fanfic bug hasn’t bitten me just quite yet (which is honestly a good thing, I’ve got waaaaaay too many WIPs planned already lol) but I’m enjoying watching it a lot and I can’t wait to see others’ fanfic too!!!!

[almaasi]

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

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

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

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may 31st 07:36pm nz

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

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

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EPISODE 1: In the Beginning

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04:03pm

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

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

but right now i wanna watch before writing

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

edit: aahhaha that didn’t happen

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04:04pm

I’M SO EXCITED

I’VE BEEN WAITING SO LONG

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

but regardless it’S BEEN 84 YEARS

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04:05

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

and then

yeah

no

either way i thought it was a good opening

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W A R

NING

cool cool cool cool cool

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

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dear god my video quality is TERRIBLE

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

this is horrendous i can’t see a damn thing

i have never seen pixels this big

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04:11

okay the quality calmed down after a minute

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

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

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also? god is a woman? yes

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04:13

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

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i’m so happy adam and eve are black

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04:17

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

WOW

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

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also i looove how FLUFFY azi is

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

i fucking love them both uhrgughhhuhuhughuhhh

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04:21

small sob for cuteness

umbella wings

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04:23

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

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

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04:25

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

not “crOhwlee”

i definitely like that they’re different though

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

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THOSE SWAYING HIPS

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

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

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

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04:35

crowley: shitshitshitshithsit

:D

i can’t wait for aziraphale’s big swear

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04:37

i miss eating sushi

sushi was great

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04:43

this baby delivery thing is sTRESSFUL

“aaaaurthurrrrr”

nooo

poor lady

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04:45

“little toesie woesies”

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

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

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05:00

this is reminding me how utterly gross england is

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“MY POINT IS............. DOLPHINS”

YES

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05:06

see in the book

i never once realised that the nanny was crowley in disguise

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05:11

digging the snake tattoo sideburns

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05:14

and yeah the short hair looks good

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05:15

fINALLY crowley called azi “angel”

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05:17

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

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

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05:20

aw man they cut out the best part

i mean i get why

the kids shouted a bunch of gay slurs at aziraphale

and there were no secret service people with guns

but aw mannn

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

THAT WAS MY SINGLE FAVOURITE BIT OF THE BOOK

AND IT’S GONE

;C

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OH WAIT

THERE’S THE DOVE

OH GOOD

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aw man aziraphhale just brought it back himself

i liked it better in the book

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

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

could be gayer

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05:27

good dog

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05:28

crowley: *snifsnif* something’s changed

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

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

gayyyyyyyyyy <3

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05:31

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

ENJOYING THIS SO FAR

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

needs 400% more “angel” and “dear”

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EPISODE 2: The Book

07:42pm

pillar of salt guy: “something smells evil”

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

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07:49

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

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07:50

iiiii’m finding the narrator a little annoying

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

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

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07:56

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

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

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08:09

the saddest newt

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08:13

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

and definitely my fave next to aziraphale and crowley

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08:17

i feel so bad for crowley’s plants

poor babies

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08:19

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

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08:33

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

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08:25

v happy with the casting for pepper

tiny downside is that we lose another redhead

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08:29

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

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

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08:35

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

he just sounds like the tenth doctor

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08:36

YEEE FINALLY CROWLeY DOING NICE THINGS FOR AZIRAPHALE

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08:48

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

“SHUT IT”

DON’T YOU CALL HIM NICE YOU PRETTY BASTARD

-

loquacious: “sorry to break up an intimate moment”

-

08:45

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

-

08:48

freddie mercury: BIIIII CYCLE

BIIIIIIII CYCLE

yeah i was waiting for that

-

crowley: “get in, angel”

HE MURMURED

DON’T MURMUR YOUR TERMS OF ENDEARMENT noo

-

09:00

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

-

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

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

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

--

EPISODE 3: Hard Times

09:05pm

brb gotta get some food

-

09:14

and now i wait for food

EPISODE THREE LET’S GO

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

-

09:16

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

-

09:21

ah yes

aziraphale is eating shellfish and trying to tempt crowley

“oh... that’s your job”

i love this part of their dynamic

-

09:29

i adore when crowley makes aziraphale smile <3

-

09:43

SAUNTERED VAGUELY DOWNWARDS

YEE

-

i like seeing how crowley’s sunglasses differ throughout history

-

09:36

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

this is such a forbidden romance i love ittttt

-

09:49

CROWLEY SAVED THE BOOKS

and SOFT VIOLIN PLAYS

THIS IS A FUCKING LOVE STORY

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

-

09:50

this angel just fell in love

right in that moment

i see cartoon hearts around him

-

09:54

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

-

09:56

awwwwwwwwwwwwww 

he got him holy waterrrrrrr

-

UNIVERSAL ANGLE OF HETEROSEXUAL LONGING

-

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

-

09:59

LAUGHING BECAUSE THE OPENING CREDITS ARE LITERALLY HALFWAY INTO THE EPISODE

-

10:03

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

I AM GLAD TO SEE GLASSES

-

10:12

i like this colour palette and the gold in their makeup

-

10:27

“we can go off together”

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

-

10:31

okay then

good eyelashes

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

-

10:32

episode three DONE

these eps don’t feel long enough

maybe that means the pacing is just right? who knows

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

--

EPISODE 4: Saturday Morning Funtime

10:48pm

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

fuck u gabriel and your body shaming

-

10:53

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

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

-

10:55

how did they get photographs taken in the 1600s

-

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

-

11:02

“maud i love you”

noo ho hoooo

-

11:09

a little douglas adams, definitely

BUT NO PEPPER POT DALEK

AWW

-

11:10

the season is very much jumping between summer and autumn

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

-

11:12

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

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

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

-

11:20

that’s a v nice dress/top combo

gosh she’s so pretty

-

11:30

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

aw baby

-

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

THAT WAS A V SAD BREAKUP NOOOOO

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

-

11:37

oh no, this part

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

damn you gaiman

-

11:39

he’s so cute

and so gay

-

11:42

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

he looks kinda delighted uriel called crowley his boyfriend

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

-

11:46

i thought it was a strange throne before

a spider at the centre of a web

dark halo

yeah

-

11:51

oh now she’s a redhead???

-

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

-

okay never mind

hmm

-

12:05

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

YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAH

-

12:07

oh no

it’s happening

oh no

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

-

12:29am

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

-

EPISODE 5: The Doomsday Option

12:31

nuuuuuuuuuu

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

nuuuuuu

-

“somebody killed my best friend”

jfhsdfjsdj

/sobs

-

12:36

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

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

-

12:46

crowley: “i lost my best friend”

he says, while crying, while talking to that friend

-

THE ONE BOOK HE WANTS IS THE ONE CROWLEY SAVED

THEY’RE SO FUCKING BEAUTIFUL TOGETHER

-

azi wanted to share crowley’s body

and then said they had to get a wiggle on

-

12:52

they cut out the hell’s angels / lesser horsemen

i figured they would, but still a shame

-

1:54

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

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

-

01:01

ron: “SHUT. UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUP”

this guy’s having the time of his life

-

01:03

he wave

-

01:05

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

-

01:08

omg gotta translate and explain the road

-

01:13

OH NO the maggots are about to happen

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

-

OH NO

-

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

-

01:31

omg the dog turned upside down rather than be picked up

i wonder if that was intentional

dog: I DO NOT WANT UP

-

01:34

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

-

01:44am

10/10 flaming car

-

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

01:51am

here we go...

-

01:55

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

-

01:57

rip bentley

-

01:59

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

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

-

02:06

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

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

pepper = war

wensleydale = famine

brian = pollution

adam = death

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

-

02:14

pepper: “i do not endorse everyday sexism”

/STOMPS ON WAR’S FOOT

YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH

-

02:25

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

earlier anathema said “boyfriend”

may i point out that all the adults are paired up

shadwell & madame tracy

newt & anathema

......and....

aziraphale and crowley

-

0:28

crowley: “we are FUCKED”

these two need a holiday

-

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

he knows crowley loves him aww

perfect blackmail material

-

02:32

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

-

02:35

thought they were holding hands for a second there

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

-

02:39

happy ending for the postman, hooray~

-

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

awwWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW

-

02:42

CROWLEY GOT HIS CAR BACK AND YET HE TOOK A TAXI

-

02:45

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

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

i laughed

this wasn’t in the book and i always wondered

-

02:51

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

-

03:00

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

really enjoying these swears

-

03:03

i thought so

-

03:30am

paused for a bit to get ready for bed

i thought it was after 4am but nope

-

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

that genuinely makes me emotional

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

-

03:35

omg

-

OH MY GOD

WAIT

THEY

OH MY GOD

THEY WEREN’T IMMUNE, THEY JUST SWAPPED PLACES

HOLY SHIT

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

-

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

azi: “~temptation accomplished~!”

THEY’RE SO STINKING CUTE

-

“just enough of a bastard to be worth knowing”

perfect

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

-

that ending with the bird made me teary-eyed

-

credits: BENEDICT CUMBERBATCH AS SATAN

WOW

OKAY

AKSFJDSF /snorts

-

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

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

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

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

but 

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

-

this nightingale song is my new favourite song

i never got the reference before

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

GAY

SO GAY

i love

-

the end of the credits “For Terry”

ACTUAL OUT LOUD SOBBING

TERRY YOU WOULD’VE LOVED THIS

NEIL DID YOU PROUD

-

oh this was so beautiful

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

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

ugh i love them more than ever

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

OH

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

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

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

favourite thing? yes. yes, absolutely.

--

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

IT’S 04:02am THIS TOOK ME 12 HOURS

04:40am AND FORTY MINUTES TO EDIT

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

[dirtierhockey-blog]

this started with a simple (obviously innocent) observation of how solid Morgan Rielly must be and… well…

I ended up at ‘I want Morgan Rielly to literally squish me’...

he’s a whole (billed by NHL.com at) 6 feet 1 inch, 217 pounds of pure, good man- he comes across so sweet and youthful that we don’t often give him enough credit for the potential that body holds…

to start, I can only imagine him as a most affectionate boyfriend, very attentive and cuddly

he introduces you to the goodness of long ass hugs (like, when you have a bad day the first place you’ll go is the sanctuary of his arms because he’ll hug you until he literally can’t stand in that place anymore and still won’t let you go, he’d just find creative ways to stretch out a cramp or find a place to lay down still holding you the entire time if need be)

even if you weren’t a cuddler before Mo, the comfort of being surrounded by those strong arms converts you

then one day, he’s sitting on the counter being goofy as usual and succeeding in distracting you from making lunch when he wraps both legs around your torso and pulls you in to tickle you. you call it cheating but you’re definitely not opposed to being caged in by his thick ass thighs and you instantly want to melt into the pressure; you end up making out just like that, and lunch gets pushed back about an hour

as it turns out, it’s very easy to goad Morgan into crowding you up against a wall, or pushing you down onto the couch to make out and it gets you unbelievably hot so you just keep doing it

but just him towering over and above you doesn’t quite do enough- I mean, it Does A Lot as all of Morgan does, but still… you can’t let go of the mornings you wake up with his dead weight pressing you into the mattress

[side note: almost all of those mornings you wake him up by grinding up into him however you can and begging him to fuck you first thing, or you slipping out of bed to take care of yourself in the shower before work]

you kinda admit it’s a Thing when you try to squirm under him where he’s laying on the couch when you get home from work and he laughs, looks at you like you’re crazy and tries to get you to lay on top of him instead, but you pout and say, “babe, please, just lay on top of me. it’s relaxing… I mean, sometimes it’s a huge turn on but right now it would really help me calm down, pleeease.”

he’s pretty confused by it but he does lay on you with his back pressed into your front, you just wrap your arms and legs around him and you stay like that for hours while you catch up on Netflix

that quickly becomes your favourite way to lounge even when you’re not anxious, and his too; he also really likes napping on you with his face on your chest or stomach while you play with his hair (!!!)

you also like to flop over the back of the couch when he’s laying there on his side and fall right between his back and the cushions, wrapping yourself around him to pull him back into you but also to keep yourself from falling into the Sofa Void

but back to how it’s a huge turn on...  basically any way to feel his strength, size, or weight is Good (I mean it when I say I wanna run into him at full force just to feel how sturdy he is through the concussion it would give me, might just be me [it’s definitely just me])

one evening he asks if you ever planned to elaborate on that ‘huge turn on’ and you have to admit that not bringing it up was easier than trying to find the words to explain it. now you both know he won’t move on from it so he just starts questioning you- “Did you mean me being above you? My literal weight on you? Me holding you down?’ and as you nod to each question he gets more and more pink

“I like it all, Morgan- I just… you’re so big and I love that, I love your whole body and I just want to feel all of it...” you don’t know how to explain it any better and you’re blushing too now...

“Hm,” he bites down on his bottom lip, distracting you, and suddenly you’re on your back on the bed, his arms holding each of yours down and his torso holding you in place, “Like this?”

“Yeah,” you breath out, stunned and staring up at him with wide eyes- from there he pushes himself between your legs and grinds down just right through both of your clothes and teases you like that for what feels like hours before he finally gives in and makes you cum so hard you see stars with just two fingers inside you, letting you grind against his palm

that same night he fucks you so hard the bed frame dents the wall

which ends up happening enough that you invest in reinforcements behind the bed frame, because feeling his hips slamming into yours or against your ass so hard it’ll leave some slight bruising is definitely good for you (which you tell him constantly because he worries whenever he leaves bruises, but you know he likes it too)

he discovers he likes to pick you right up off your feet and pin you to the nearest wall, mostly because he knows he can have you whining and trying to ride the thigh he uses to keep you in place in mere minutes

Morgan’s always been pretty big on talking dirty, all forms of sloppy sex, and having a bit of control- but your greed seems to unleash a greed in him too-

the dirty talk gets even better and he turns into the biggest tease, whispering in your ear about how he wishes he could flatten you against the restaurant table when you’re out with friends, telling you how he’ll fuck you until you can barely walk when you get home while he’s standing right behind you at the grocery store with both arms clinging around your waist (the boy will do anything to get him some satisfaction, okay, even if it means looking like a dork following you around like that just to tell you nasty shit while you pick out fruit)

you’ve always liked going down on him because he can’t keep his mouth shut for the life of him, but when he presses his thighs around you while you kneel between them, mouth already stuffed full, and fucks up into your mouth his filthy words trail into the hottest moans you’ve ever heard (p.s. he cums in your mouth with both hands in your hair, thighs still holding you still)

one Saturday you wake him up grinding your ass into his morning wood and he gets a hand curled into your hair, yanking your head to attention before he even opens his eyes. you both sleep naked so he just needs to straddle your thighs and thrust in- he flattens himself along your back, his hand still keeping your hair taut, and rails you as hard as he can. eventually he gets fingers in your mouth, then grabs your jaw in one hand to get in a sloppy kiss while he cums balls deep inside you. without pulling out he slips a hand under you to rub your clit until you come apart around him, he sounds just as wrecked as you do

and boy does that position get lots of use; on the couch, floor, he even pushed you onto the table once and thankfully he finished just before the legs were about to give out(afterwards you appreciated the hella expensive table you previously didn’t think anyone needed a bit more)

he keeps getting more creative with how to squish and fuck, and he lives for it when you tell him how good he is at it and how much you appreciate it

I’m just going to stop here before I go on to write another thousand words about how Morgan would be so into this physicality that it would coax more and more of his dominant side out until you’re both obsessed, trying things you never even imagined before~

[hanasaku-shijin]

10 MINUTES LATER FINALLY GOT IN HERE WE GOOO

hndhjfk

this season i actually have never skipped the opening theme i love it

‘watch after the credits’ WE’LL SEE IF I MAKE IT THAT FAR

THIS IS ITTT AAAAHH IT’S SINKING INNNN

AAAHSAHDHFJDKF PLEEEASE

oh boy blake v adam

KICK HIS SORRY ASS HUNNY

‘not you’ oohhh mr bull(shit) man doesnt like not being the center of attention huh

okay sun ur cool but like can blake have this moment of triumph against her tormentor alone askjdfhdkj

come back in 5 sun

“more important things” SHE MEANS HER TEAM SHE MEANS YANG THANKS BYYYEE

okay i thought adam’d get away to fuck shit up another day that’s all fine 

okay so JN_R and Ruby/Weiss are fighting I GUESS THAT COUNTS AS PARTNER TAGTEAM??? SURE FINE

AAHHHHH

BLAKE

JUMPING 

ASKING IF THEY’RE HURT

SPECIFICALLY WEISS CUZ SHE’S COVERE DIN BLOOD

she says “no” even though she just got fucking stabbed typical weiss

ALL RIGHT NEWSPAPER GROUP FIGHT YAAAAA

WEISS ASKS RUBY WHAT THE PLAN IS okay that’s good partnership

THANK YOU for a line of white rose dialogue

CHECKMATE

OH WE’RE DOING THOSE TEAM SHIP MOVES AGAIN

buuut scene change so we dont get to see it huhh

damn it

LET US SEE THEM FIGHT!! WHAT THE HELL!!!

yooo what if raven MURDERED the last spring maiden and she was thinking of raven in fear/dread

murdered her on purpose for her powers

OH SHIT REALLY???

WAIT REALLY???

I DIDNT WANNT BE RIGHT

SHIT

OH BOY

VOL6 GONNA BE TEAM RWBY DEFENDING THE RELIC FROM SALEM

YOOOO YES PLEEEEEAAASEE

holy shit raven actually cried

oUCH

that relic’s big yo how would you carry that/keep it safe 

WAAAH

YANG

MY HEART

FUCK STOP IIT

STOP MAKING THEM CRYYY

welp RIP leo

jellyfish salem is here u dead

cowardly lion indeed

well if we had to have one finale death that’s a fair one

oh poor emerald

YAAANNNGGG BITCHEEESS

LOOK AT THEM IN AWE OF HER

BLAKE LOOKS SO CALM

RUBY IS SO PROUD

WEISS IS IMPRESSED

oh nO EMERALD IS CRYING TOO 

FUCKING HELLS TOPSODFJKGDL

yang looks

right to blake

bye

oh she’s creating an illusion i think????

hhhoooly fuck

em and merc got more partner scenes than ruby and weiss did

but anyway there’s our crew of baddies for vol6

NOW PLEASE

FINAL MINUTES

BE

OF

RWBY

GOOOOOO

okay belladonnas and ilia first

Adam wont have the fang he’ll have em and merc and salem now ultimate baddies team

sun giving blake a push to go to her teammates was good

HOW IS SUN WRITTEN SO WELL AND JAUNE ISNT I DONT UNDERSTAND

“firecracker”

aaaahh yangs nicknamee wwaaaAAAAHH

oh MY GOD

JESUS

CHRIST

CHRISTMAS

LORD

AAAAAAHH

RUBY COLLAPSES

AND WEISS

FINALLY

IM SOBBING FINALLY A WHITE ROSE MOMENT JESUS CHRIST

LORD HOW LONG HAVE WE WAITED

WEISS WAS SO CONCERNED SHE’S LIKE ABOUT TO CRY

MY HEART MY FUCINKG HEART

IM GONNA WATCH THAT SCENE 2 MILLION TIMES LATER

BLAKE GET IN HERE YANG GET OVER YOURSELF 

WEISS STILL HOLDING ONTO RUBY’S ARM !!! STILL HOLDING ONTO HER!!!

GODDDDD

SCREAMS

NEW SONG NEW SONG I WAS RIGHT

OH MY GODDD THANK YOU 

GODD FUCKING BELSS

WEISS WAS THE ONE WHO INVITED BLAKE

WEISS IS THE CONFIRMED HUGGER FOR SURE

okay a kneeling group hug is... good I GUESS I’LL TAKE IT OVER STANDING UP SQUEEZING TIGHT AND ALL THAT BUT FINE OKAY

hwaaaatt there’s gotta be stuff after the credits man

it was a reunion but like??? I FEEL WE SHOULDVE GOTTEN MORE EMOTION MORE TALKING MORE HUGGING MORE CRYING

WAAAHT I NEED MORE THAN THAT

okay there we go after credits scene

but it wasnt even RWBY

gonna make us wait till vol6 huh

I SWEAR TO GOD VOL6 BETTER HAVE SO MUCH FUCKING RWBY INTERACTION TALKING CONVERSATIONS 

IM UNSATISFIED BUT LIKE SURE WHATEVER IT WAS GOOD

I JUST WANT MOOOOOOORE

KLASJDHFSKJLDFGKFDSL

[kimtotes]

Pleeease,I don’t know if you have listen to Theo&Kim,but I’m🥰they’ve continued rooting for Tara,I adored Theo was like Gemma was emotionally punching her into a pulp but Tara had little punch back”I learnt from the best”aww and Kim was like”she did the best he could to protect Abel”😍Some fans haven’t taken it very well!Good Lord I also hate the argument haters use to invalidate J/T,the how a doctor is gonna love a bicker🙄,or Jax should have been with a croweater🙄,it’s like they don’t get the story at all?he tried to be with Wendy and it didn’t work because she wasn’t Tara🤷🏾‍♀️Did people really think he was jealous of Opie/Ima?🤣He called her crazy bitch how many times in the episode?those are the same people who think he was falling for Colette or he fall back in love with Wendy in s7!meanwhile,the script said the love of his life was Tara💁🏾‍♀️😂

Yes!!! They were completely on Tara’s side in that scene and I absolutely loved it! It seemed like they couldn’t believe how cruel Gemma was! Yes!! Theo gave her so much credit for throwing that dig in, even though Gemma kept kicking her while she was down! Kim was so passionate about it! I love them so much 🥰. Im sure a lot of people were pissed about that, people like to think that Gemma was a saint 🙄. Exactly!! Like yes being with a croweater would have been easier for Jax, but it’s not about what’s easy. He only ever loved Tara and Tara only ever loved him. Tara also tried to get with a fucking cop, the complete opposite of Jax and look how that turned out?? The dude was a complete psycho! They both tried to move wiyu people that would “work” for them and it was a disaster for both. Seriously!! Also if he was really jealous why wouldn’t he sleep with her in that episode?? People just see what they want to see! They purposely ignore crucial details to make their version of the story work, lol kinda like Sutter 🤣

[hihiyas]

Little of Your Love (Enjonine Fake Relationship AU)

Alternate Title:  5 Times Enjolras and Éponine pretended to be a couple (+1 time they did not have to)

For @textsfromumbridge on the occasion of her birthday last month. (I’m so late, sorry babe!)

Thanks to @lilyismilesaway, @astoryinred, and @kylorenvevo for letting me pick their brains while I wrote this!

Also posted in: AO3 & FF.NET

1. Enjolras

He blamed rom-coms and heteronormativity, to be honest. Why couldn’t two people of different genders hang out without people just assuming something was going on? So what if they were usually seen together? They were friends, of a sort. It just so happened that they inhabited intersecting friend groups, had some similar interests, and therefore spent a lot of time together.

And besides, he had Patria to pour his passions into, and she, well. Isn’t she still crushing on Pontmercy?

Seriously, he wouldn’t even be thinking about relationships if not for the incident with that chit who tried to flirt with him the other day.

He had been sitting alone at a jam-packed Cafe Musain, typing up a scathing response to an inane article about Syrian refugees. He was on a roll too, when someone sits on the opposite side of his table.

“Hi, Gab-”

“Enjolras. I go by Enjolras,” he interrupted.

“Oh! Sorry, Enjolras then. What are you working on?”

“It’s a rebuttal on this stupid op-ed about the Syrian refugee crisis,” he began to type again, missing the glazed look on the girl’s face.

“That’s, er, interesting?”

“Would you like to know more about the subject? We’re having a talk tomorrow at the student council lounge on how we can mobilize the student body to help the refugees. We even invited a resource person coming from Médecins Sans Frontières,” he says, finally tearing his eyes from his laptop to look her in the face.

“Oh, that’s nice. Are you also working on our class assignment in Contemporary History? Do you want to maybe work together?” she asked. She shyly tucked her hair behind an ear and leaned towards him.

He pulled back immediately. “Sorry, uh, I’m waiting for someone right now, uh, pardon, what was your name again?”

“Oh, it’s Marg-”

“Éponine! Here!” he loudly waved over the olive-skinned girl, who was holding a tray and an amused look.

“Hey, what’s going on?”

“This is a classmate of mine, Margaux,” he said, nodding to the smitten girl who was occupying his table and pleading with his eyes for Éponine to intercede.

So she did. By sitting on his lap.

That was not what Enjolras had in mind. At all.

(But then again, her lithe figure on his lap wasn’t that bad? He found the sensation more pleasant than disconcerting. Which was something to consult with Combeferre once he got here.)

“Actually, it’s Margaret,” his classmate corrected. She looked sheepish at the casual way Éponine lounged and his reddening cheeks. “I didn’t know you were with Éponine. I’m sorry for bothering you,” the girl squeaked and bade them a hasty goodbye.

The two observed the girl as she all but ran away from the Musain. A beat later, Éponine slid off his lap and sat on the vacated chair.

“…Did you just use me to scare off your fangirl?”

“I’ll buy you lunch everyday for a week if you promise not to tell the guys.”

“Deal.”

2. Éponine

“Did he break into hives?” Cosette wondered after Éponine finished talking. They had been spending Tuesday afternoon working on their respective homework when she had innocuously inquired, “So, what’s new with you?”

Obviously, Éponine’s “I sat on Enjolras’ lap and survived” quip warranted a longer explanation. Bored with school work, she complied and launched a retelling of her weirdest interaction yet with the so-called Marble Man. It was a welcome respite from math equations.

“He’s not exactly allergic to other humans, ya know.”

“True, he did shake my hands the day Marius introduced him to me.” A beat later, Cosette had a different question. “Did he, you know…” she trailed off and made a vaguely vulgar hand gesture.

“OH MY FUCKING GOD! WHAT?? NO!” Éponine couldn’t help yelp out loud at the suggestion.

“So why is he bribing you with food?”

“Because he’s embarrassed about needing help with his admirers? I dunno. I’m just happy to get free food,” she shrugged.

Cosette tilted her head, considering her friend’s reasoning. It was a fact that Enjolras was one of the more popular students in their university. He was handsome, smart, and charming. Usually unflappable too, except when flirted at, apparently.

The subject dropped, the two roommates continued working on their school work. They read and wrote in silence, only to be interrupted again when Marius Pontmercy came knocking on their door.

“Oh, hi Babe!” greeted Cosette as she let him in.

He smiled and chastely kissed his girlfriend on the cheek. “Hey, Babe. Missed you today. Done with your paper?”

Cosette’s dark blonde ponytail swished as she shook her hair. “Not yet,” she replied as she walked back to their dining area.

“Hey, ‘Ponine!” Marius nodded to the girl frowning at her book.

She barely waved in reply, engrossed with her homework but failing to figure it out. Math really wasn’t her forte.

He approached the dining table where the two had camped out with their books and laptops. “Anyway, I dropped by to ask you for a huge favor. Are you doing anything on Friday?”

“What’s happening on Friday? Are you bailing out on our date?” Cosette frowned.

“No! But, see, my cousin Theodule is coming to town for a few days. I kind of promised Grandfather I’d take care of him.”

“So you’re dumping your cousin on me,” Éponine guessed as she balled up another scratch paper.

“Not exactly? He kind of invited himself to our dinner. I was thinking maybe you could come with us so he’s not a third wheel? And maybe talk to him a little?”

Éponine didn’t even look up to shoot him down.“Sorry, busy that night.”

“I’m buying!” bargained Marius. “Just spend two hours with us. And I know you don’t have a shift on Friday at the Corinthe. I asked ‘Chetta.”

“Still busy.”

“Come on, ‘Ponine! Pleeease?”

“Can’t. Have prior plans before you arrived.”

“With??”

“I already have a date, okay!” she blurted the first excuse she could think of.

“With whom?” Marius asked, his tone a little too incredulous that Éponine was a bit offended. She’s not completely undateable, is she?

“She’s going out with Enjolras!” Cosette answered, saving Éponine the trouble of conjuring an imaginary boyfriend. At least, Enjolras was a live, human boy and was an actual friend (!) of Éponine. It’s just that the boyfriend part that was laughably untrue.

At least it wasn’t Montparnasse, right?

Marius, mind blown by Cosette’s declaration, just went, “Whaaaa?”

Éponine thought fast, “It’s new, okay? Barely started. So shut up about it.”

“Huh, and I thought it was just rumors about you guys.”

Rumors? Already? Éponine internally groaned. You sit on a guys lap once…

Marius continued, “I guess you really like him then, huh? Well, I’m happy for you guys! Do I get to do the shovel talk?”

“Babe, that’s so sexist and demeaning. And also: no,” Cosette interjected.

“Sorry. I’m just so excited for Éponine and Enjolras! It’s not an obvious pairing but I think you two would be good together.”

Éponine knitted her brows. “Really?”

“Well, you’re both passionate and outspoken, and when you care about something, you both show it. I guess all that tension when you two argue at the Amis’ meetings is actually attraction, huh?”

“Sure, let’s go with that,” she said before suggesting that maybe he could introduce Theodule to some of the more sociable Amis and ask them to distract his cousin on Friday instead.

Placated and distracted by a new idea with what to do with his cousin, Marius finally left her alone so she could continue with Trigonometry.

(Not that she could get his words out of her head long enough to concentrate.

Argh. Stupid Marius!)

3. Enjolras

By the end of the second week after the lap-sitting incident, the entire campus knew about it. Barely a month after that day, everyone knew that Enjolras was off-limits. What people took as fact and what was true, however, were two different things.

Not that Enjolras was about to clarify the nature of his relationship with one Éponine Thenardier. To his credit, he did attempt to, when Bossuet teased him about it. His friend just smirked and said, “Good friends? Uh huh, is that what you’re calling it now?”

Nevertheless, he figured it was better not to comment about it anymore. For one, it was embarrassing to even have to publicly dispel rumors about his personal life. Why did people care so much about who he dated? He didn’t understand it.

Secondly, he also thought that people might think badly about Éponine if he said it anything at this point. People might think she was a liar or a wanton slut who was trying to ensnare him or something. Like she wasn’t a smart, beautiful, independent woman who could date whoever she cared to.

Thirdly, it didn’t hurt that people had started to back off from flirting with him. He had never felt comfortable with it (and the accompanying fuss of turning down dates and dashing hopes) so it was such a relief not to have that kind of attention on him. He even got more things done now that people thought he’s dating Éponine.Prospective admirers apparently didn’t want to face his pseudo girlfriend’s infamous temper if they tried to catch his eye.

Speaking of her temper, he wondered why she hadn’t dispelled the rumors herself. What could she possibly benefit from effectively letting him using her as a ruse? Did she not care that people had assumed wrong about their friendship? In any case, he felt gratitude for her playing along and some guilt for reaping all the rewards of their fake relationship that he ended up treating her with food whenever they were together.

Like now.

They sat together in the usual Amis table at the cafe on a quiet Friday afternoon. He is reviewing his notes as he waited for Feuilly with their newly printed protest flyers while Éponine was working on equations Combeferre had left her as tutorial material. They shared a plateful of cookies as they worked silently on their separate projects. It was nice to just sit with someone and not talk, once in awhile. It’s peaceful.

Of course, that’s when Courfeyrac decided to disrupt the quiet.

“HELLO, LOVEBIRDS!”

Enjolras rolled his eyes at the epithet while Éponine, startled from her work, made a disgruntled face. “Seriously, Courfeyrac?”

“Please, you guys love me. Well, not in the way you two looooove each other, but you do,” he winked.

“No we don’t,” the couple in question declared in unison.

“Too soon?”

Enjolras, who had flushed red at the teasing, flatly said, “You’re hopeless.”

His friend childishly stuck his tongue out in reply. “Anyway, I’m here because you two suck at answering your phones. Are you going  tomorrow night or what?”

“To what again?” Éponine asked.

“The fundraiser dinner with my fraternity? Everybody else is busy but I need at least two other people to go with me. There’s a buffet and an open bar,” enticed Courfeyrac.

The two glanced at each other with identical expressions of distaste. A beat later, they replied, “Sorry, date night.”

“Come on, there will be lots of alumni coming and you can start building connections for law school, Enjolras!”

He considered this until he remembered something. “Does this mean Felix Tholomyes is going to be there? Isn’t that scumbag your fraternity’s alumni president?”

“Yes, but-”

He shook his head. “Then, no. I might just start a fight and ruin my good suit.”

“And besides, I can’t afford your fancy fundraiser tickets, Courfeyrac,” added Éponine.

“Enjolras can spring for you! Come on, guys, you’re my only hope. Everybody else won’t go with me! Cosette said she’s protesting her bio-dad’s presence, so of course, Marius won’t go too. Bossuet is leaving for a weekend trip with Joly and ‘Chetta tonight. Bahorel just laughed at my face,” their friend pleaded and pouted.

“Sorry, you’re on your own,” Éponine shrugged.

“Hmp, I need better friends,” Courfeyrac groused. He tried again to appeal to Enjolras but the other man shot him down. Desperate for someone, anyone really, to come with him to the fundraiser, he left the two to pester classmates and friends from his other school organizations.

Enjolras sighed and massaged his temples as Courfeyrac walked out while rapidly firing text messages. Sometimes, his friend’s exuberance gave him headaches. “Argh, sorry about that.”

Éponine merely rolled her eyes. “We both wanted an excuse. It’ll be alright. Courf’s just a  drama queen.”

“Did you have plans tomorrow?”

“Catching up on Game of Thrones.”

“But it’s such a problematic series!”

They ended up good-naturedly arguing all afternoon until Feuilly showed up.

4. Éponine

It was a slow night at the Corinthe, a fact that Éponine was grateful for. Sure, there were fewer tips, but a smaller crowd meant she won’t be dead tired for her 9 AM class the next day. She wiped down the bar for the nth time and glanced at the clock. Only 30 minutes left before she could go home and collapse on her bed.

The downside to a relatively quiet shift, however, was that it left Éponine alone enough for her mind to wander. And there was one blond pre-law student that seemed to occupy her thoughts more and more these days.

Enjolras. It was funny how their friendship had steadily become closer due to the misconception that they were together romantically. At first, it had been a quick excuse to get away from undesirable social engagements. By unspoken agreement, they had maintained the ruse in public: sitting next to each other all the time, eating meals together at least twice a week, and even texting each other their daily schedules just in case one of them needed to cover for the other. At this point, Éponine figured that if not for the lack of the more physical aspects of a romantic relationship, they were practically dating for real.

“Except, not really, Éponine. Don’t forget,” she muttered.

But sometimes, Enjolras made it hard to remember how this was all pretend. Once in awhile, he would say or do something really sweet, like casually draping his coat over her shoulders just because she felt a little chilly or walking her back to her apartment after a shift. Or he’d gaze at her with such an intensity that it took her breath away. Sometimes, Éponine could swear he really did like her. Maybe.

This whole situation was becoming even more confusing than trigonometric identities.

“So, you've moved on to the next one, huh?” a bitter voice derailed her train of thought.

“‘Parnasse.”

The dark-haired man nodded and ordered his usual, a rum and coke. “Heard you have a new boy, Enjolras, was it? Didn’t think you liked blonds.”

She turned her back on him as she fixed his drink. “What’s it to you?”

Montparnasse snorted inelegantly. “Come on, ‘Ponine. You used to make fun of him and his friends. Called them idealistic idiots, remember? And now you’re all over their leader? Why, is it because he’s fucking rich, is that it? You’re not so different from your old man.”

Éponine ignored the jab at her. “He might be an idealistic idiot but at least he actually tries to affect change. At least they’re all doing some good.”

“Wow, look at you defending his honor! You really like that Enjolras, huh? Wonder how you’d still like him if I cut Blondie’s pretty face.”

She glared and practically growled, “You even breathe wrong in his direction, I swear, ‘Parnasse, I’ll make you regret it.”

He stated, before laughing out loud. “Oh, you sweet little girl. I can’t believe I’ve seen the day.”

“What?” she demanded.

“You’re in love! Ha, you’re actually in love with this guy! That’s so funny.”

Montparnasse downed his drink and left a twenty to a stunned Éponine.

5. Enjolras

If the story of Enjolras and Éponine being a couple had spread like wildfire on campus, the rumor that they had broken up could be described as a flash flood. Devastating and utterly unexpected.

Hell, even Enjolras was caught unawares.

He couldn’t pinpoint what exactly happened but Éponine started to avoid him. Oh, she was still quick to laugh and talk to him when their friends are around, but the moment they were gone, she would make excuses and leave him as soon as humanly possible. She’d claim school work, or her job at the Corinthe for her suddenly very busy schedule.

Gone too were the emoji-filled text messages from her. It used to annoy him, the way she’d use emojis as punctuation. But now that all he got were late, sporadic and terse responses, he missed them.

He missed her.

Confused and upset, he showed up at Combeferre’s apartment.

“Okay, what’s wrong with you?”

“I think my fake girlfriend is ghosting me and I have no idea why.”

His best friend blinked slowly, before opening his door wide open. “I understood all those words individually, but you made no sense. At all.”

He lied down on Combeferre’s couch, clutching a throw pillow, and rambled for an hour. How Éponine had rescued him from a classmate’s flirtation and how that had somehow snowballed into a rumor that they were actually dating. How they both had taken advantage of the rumor to get out of social engagements, and how that joke turned their friendship deeper. Until two weeks ago.

“I’m pretty sure she’s avoiding to be alone with me like she can’t stand to be near me. I don’t understand at all! Did I do anything wrong? I cannot figure it out,” Enjolras said.

Combeferre rubbed his temple, and replied,“Seems to me that you two need to talk.”

“How does one talk to somebody who’s running away from you the moment she sees you though?”

“You got me there. I do have one question though.”

“What is it?”

“Is she really your fake girlfriend though? Because you two looked like the real thing to me.”

Enjolras distracted himself from the Éponine Situation. There was too much to do, after all than to pine for someone who hated him. Or something. Did she really hate him? Was he just overreacting because of his apparent feelings? He still didn’t know what to think about Éponine’s strange disappearing act.

In any case, there was the refugee fundraising to do. All the Amis were participating: Bahorel had his bake sale, Feuilly and Grantaire had a temporary tattoo and face paint booth, Joly and Bossuet manned a juice bar, and Jehan had his palm reading sessions. And the Amis’ triumvirate of leaders?

A stupid kissing booth.

It was, of course, Courfeyrac’s idea, but all three of them were to take 2-hour shifts at the booth. As head of the club (and mostly to get it over with), Enjolras went first. He was at the one hour mark of his shift and already the line of giggling girls and boys were snaking around the quad.

He sighed and thought about the 100 plus dollars he had already made kissing random strangers on the cheek. Even the other Amis joined in and fell in line to get a kiss from their Chief for a laugh. At least this endeavor was going to raise them a tidy sum.

“A dollar for a kiss?” A raspy voice interrupted his thoughts.

He blinked. Éponine Thenardier appeared before him like a vision in a black tee and ripped jeans. He cleared his throat. “Yes, it’s for a good cause.”

“You don’t look like you’re having fun,” she observed.

“But of course, I’m exactly the type who would enjoy this,” he deadpanned.

“Close your eyes and think of the refugees, I guess,” she quipped.

"Glad you’re laughing it all up at my expense.”

“It’s been fun,” she shrugged before plopping a crumpled fiver on the booth table and grabbing Enjolras by the hair.

He gasped and closed his eyes, all senses tingling at the pressure of Éponine’s mouth on his. She started to pull back but he chased her lips with a kiss of his own and held her close. He dimly heard a thrilled “aww!” and a chorus of disappointed noises in the background, but he couldn’t care less. The world has shrunk into this moment, into this kiss.

If not for the need for air, Enjolras thought he could stay there kissing Éponine forever. Alas, reality intruded and left them both breathing quite heavily.

“Um, hello,” he shyly greeted, cheeks pink and a smile blossoming on his lips.

“Damn, where did you learn to kiss like that?” the girl on his arms blurted out.

“I– That’s the first time I really kissed anyone?”

Éponine shot him an incredulous look, then flipped the On-Duty sign behind him.

“Sorry, guys, my boyfriend and I have to discuss something,” she announced to the line of gawking students, before motioning for Enjolras to follow her.

(+1. Éponine)

Éponine’s words rang inside her head as she and Enjolras walked away from the quadrangle to the Amis’ club room. Her boyfriend, she had called him. Not quite true, was It?

Except, it wasn’t exactly a lie either.

“Are you okay? You got me worried for the past few days,” he said the moment they reached the empty club room.

“Yes- Well, no. Not exactly,” she hesitated. See, I think I’m in love with you, she did not say.

“Anything I can do to help?”

This was the problem with falling in love with this man, wasn’t it? Here she was, ignoring and probably confusing the hell out of him, and still, he wanted to help her. “You’re entirely too good to be true,” she whispered.

“I’m not,” he protested. “If I was, you wouldn’t have spent two weeks avoiding me whenever possible. Which, by the way, did I do anything wrong?” he asked, earnest concern written plainly on his handsome face.

She looked down at her hands and shook her head. “No, no. It’s all me. I’m sorry I made you think you did something wrong. I had something I needed to figure out. You, you were perfect. Too perfect, even.”

“Oh.” He was silent for a while, obviously repeating her words in his head and trying to parse her meaning. “What do you mean, ‘too perfect?’” He sighed, “I swear if you’re gonna compare me to some Greek god–”

“No, no!” she interrupted. Éponine knew how much he hated those allusions about being cut from marble or being called ‘Apollo’ by Grantaire. “It’s just that you played your part so perfectly, I had to get away before I thought this was all real.”

Enjolras looked stunned at her admission. Oh, she knew this was a bad idea. That kiss, though. It made her hope. It made her think she wasn’t the only one in this, but, oh, she was reading into the situation again, wasn’t she?

“Shit, um, forget I said anything. I don’t want to lose our friendship, okay? We can, I dunno, stage a breakup and we’ll tell people we decided to just be friends. And we’ll never ever talk about this, okay?”

Enjolras blinked, and she sighed, heart breaking neatly in half. Great, she broke his brain.

“Okay, I’ll go now. Tomorrow, we can pretend this never happened, okay? Okay,” Éponine said. She turned around, willing her shoulders not to shake as she tried and failed to contain her tears. Damn, her rep’s all ruined now if someone saw her cry.

“W-wait,” he stammered, catching her arm and neatly spinning her into his embrace. “Please, don’t go again. You drove me crazy the last time you ran away.”

It was Éponine’s turn to be stunned silent by Enjolras’ admission. She hid her face, sobbing into her hands, while he spoke, running his hand over her tumbled hair.

“In all honesty, I don’t even know when it stopped feeling like we were just pretending. And then you started to pull away, and I didn’t know what I did wrong. I thought, did I go too far? Did this pretend relationship had gone too far?And I thought, why didn’t you tell me? And I felt so guilty that I’ve driven one of my best friends away. And then you just appeared and you kissed me and, God, Éponine, I don’t want to be just friends. And I’m so sick of playing pretend.” All his jumbled thoughts came tumbling down from his lips, and he could only hope she would understand what he was trying to say. He gently pulled her hands away from her face and dabbed her tears away with his handkerchief. “Please don’t cry, Éponine. I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I love you, please stop crying.”

The declaration just made her cry louder as she embraced him. After a few minutes, her tears stopped and she hiccuped into his shoulder. “We’re a couple of morons, aren’t we?”

“But a couple, right?” he asked, half in hope, and half-jokingly as he continued to stroke her hair.

“Yeah, okay,” she agreed.

They remained embracing for a long time.

[glaceontea]

Fluffy/Romantic Prompts

(Okay, so, I really wanted to write some fluffy shiz, so I made a list of fluffy/romantic prompts from other lists, which I’ll credit at the end of this one) Send in a number and a ship, and I’ll write a drabble/fic around it! 

“Come skip rocks with me.”

“You’re cute when you’re worried.”

“You’re really hot, shame about the personality.”

“I told you not to get me anything” 
“And I’m smart enough to know that meant get you something.”

“You’re making me dinner? Are you sure you don’t want to go out?”

“That’s a lot of orange.”


“I’m not taking down the Christmas tree!”

“You have something in your hair - let me get it for you.”

“Hm? Oh, sorry. I couldn’t help but stare at you.”

“You’re really soft.”

“You smell nice.”

“It’s nice that your voice was the first thing I heard today.”

“You know how to dance? I can teach you.”

“Your boyfriend is standing outside like in those cheesy romantic movies.”

“I think i’m in love with you, and that terrifies me.”

“Well, this is awkward..”

“Why do I need one day to tell you I love you? That should be everyday.”


“That doesn’t mean you’re off the hook for not getting me chocolates.

“Roses are expensive, so I got you this instead” *gets down on one knee*


“Well, tell her I said ‘suck it’.”


“But why are there so many ducks?!“

“Um, would it be okay if I held your hand?”

“Shut up and kiss me already.”

“You can call me whenever you want… Even if you don’t have a reason to.”

“I’m bad at texting first, so I always end up hoping you will.”

“She ain’t your typical ‘good girl’, man.”

“You come to my room at 4am, to cuddle?”

“Sorry, have we met?”

“Awww, you asked me to be your valentine.”

“You like my dress?”
 “I’m gonna like it a lot more later, when you take it off.”


“What, are you part of the blue man group or something?”


“I don’t like your hair, it’s in the way.”


“You’re so clingy, I love it.”

“God, just ask him/her/them out already!”

“I don’t wanna get up– you’re comfy.”

“I will always be there protect you.”

“I’m cold. Come closer.”

“Wait, don’t pull away… Not yet.”

“You look really cute in that sweater.”

“Half the time I get too embarrassed to say anything.”

“No, it’s fine. I can wait until you’re done talking to them.”

“No, like…. It’s just, I can’t believe you’re actually wearing my clothes.”

“I’m here for my daily fix of hugs and kisses.”

“Is it possible to love too much?”

“You’re a big piece of inspiration for this, honestly.”

“God, you always make me blush so damn much.”

“Would it be too cliche if we matched clothes a little?”

“First second I saw you and I couldn’t get over how beautiful you were.”

“I wanted to say “I love you” for the first time without stuttering, but that failed.”

“Could you hold my hand?”

“You can’t leave without letting me hug you first.”

“I really love holding you, darling.”

“Aw, you’re blushing like a rose.”

“Your lips are really warm.”

“I can’t get over how a few months ago I wanted to learn your name and now you’re having breakfast with me in my sweater.”

“No, mom, don’t tell him/her/them I said that about him/her/them!”

“My friends get so annoyed by how much I talk about you sometimes.”

“Wanna, like– I mean, if you’re not busy… We could get lunch? Or even just coffee if you don’t have a lot of time?”

“Wow, I didn’t think you could make me smile this big.”

“You don’t need to leave so soon.”

“You look so comfy, and cuddle-able.”

“Quit smiling at me, I can’t stop messing up my sentences when you look at me like that.”

“You’re hiding under the blanket because you’re blushing?”

“You make me so happy.”

“Don’t give me that puppy dog face. How am I supposed to say no to that?”

“You made these cupcakes for me?”

“I look forward to holding you close in bed soon.”

“Let’s share my coat, since you’re so cold.”

“I can’t believe I got the first date, let alone a year.”

“You make me feel so damn gushy.”

“How do you always manage to look so captivating?”

“Would you mind if I kissed you?”

“Are you sugar personified or something?”

“I know I’ve kissed you like, ten times, but just like another ten, please.”

“You’re the perfect height for me to rest my chin on your head.”

“Is it cold outside or are you just blushing?”

“Yeah… Huh? Oh, sorry I was just thinking about my girlfriend/boyfriend/partner.”

“I’m so in love with him/her/them, I don’t know what do do.”

“I remember practicing how to ask you out to the mirror.”

“Come cuddle with me?”

“You drive me crazy, you know that?”

“You look beautiful…More than usual, I mean.”

“I should be home by now, but seeing a face like yours in this bar got me distracted.”

“We’ll be together ‘till the end of time.”

“I meant it when I said I love you all those years ago, and I mean it now.”

“I’m coming home, baby.”

“I stood in hell and stared the devil in the eyes, but you scare the shit outta me when you’re angry.”

“I can’t fall in love with you, I won’t!”

“You’re mine, and I don’t share.”

“I can’t do this without you.”

“You did what?!”

“Pfft, I’m not jealous.”

“I’m a big girl/boy, I can handle it myself.”

“I’m way out of your league”

“Love’s overrated.”

“Fuck, I think I caught feelings.”

“Did I say that out loud?”

“Can you guys just kiss already?”

“Christ, put some clothes on!”

“Isn’t this supposed to be the part where we kiss?”

“Is that my shirt?”

“You’re so fucking adorable.”

“So, are you guys dating or?”

“Have you seen my jacket?”

“All these new feelings are scaring me.”

“I’m warning you, nothing sappy.” 
“Is that a joke…because last year when I made breakfast in bed, you spilled the syrup.”

“I love you.” 
“I love you too.” 
“I know.”

“Is Valentine’s Day different now that we have a baby?” 
“No, because you’ve always been my baby.”

“Dinner by candle light, what did I do to deserve this?”


“To infinity and the yard!”


“It’s a nice dress but you’re a loon.”


“Are you hitting on me?”


“Would you like a cookie?”

“You’re the most important person in my life.”

“Are you tired? Here, I’ll carry you the rest of the way.”

“I’m not much of a chef, but… I really hope you like this.”

“Sorry for calling so late - I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

“I need you more than you need me.”

“I want to kiss you and hold your hand any time I want.”

“I can’t stop thinking about you… I can’t.”

“The truth is… I love you.”

“You like me more than you like them, right? Right?”

“Be mine. Please.”

“I am who I am because of you.”

“It’s been a long day… let’s take a bath together.”

“Wait, don’t pull away - I want to hug you for awhile longer.”

“Ah- I adore your laugh.”

“Stop that, it tickles!”

“Ouch, I bit my lip… kiss it better?”

“I don’t want to get up… I’m so warm beside you.”

“You’re so intoxicating to me.”

“Your eyes are amazing… do you know that?”

“You’re just so wonderful.”

“S-Stop looking at me like that! You’re making me blush…”

“Are you tired? Rest in your head in my lap.”

“I want to be more than just friends with you.”

“Fuck it - do you wanna get married?”

“Your smile is beyond gorgeous… please, keep doing it.”

“Whenever we’re together, I feel at home.”

“Will you say you love me? Pleeease?”

“Wait, don’t go! Can’t you stay the night?”

“Wow - you look… amazing.”

*Puts hands over eyes from behind* "Guess whooo?”

“I’m not jealous! It’s just… you’re mine!”

“I want to go on a date! I demand it!”

“We just met, this is crazy, I’m referencing a song… but call me maybe?”

“What? No! I wasn’t staring… I-I was looking at something behind you!”

“Do you want some? Here, open your mouth… I’ll feed you some!”

“It’s been a long day… here, let me give you a massage.”

“Is it alright if I call you princess?”

“It’s not like I like you or anything! … Okay, well- maybe I do.”

“I think you’re perfect. Even with your flaws, you’re nothing but perfect.”

“That was barely even a kiss! Do it again - please?”

“What? No. I wasn’t aiming for your hand. I was reaching for the, uh- popcorn.”

“I love you a lot, but please stop trying to cook me dinner, you suck.”

"The stars look especially lovely tonight.”

“I’ve never seen such gorgeous eyes before.”

“May I have this dance?”

“You’ll never feel alone with me by your side.”

“Let’s get to know each other over dinner.”

“All I want is you.”

“I could never leave you, I love you too much!”

“A fairytale with a happy ending always brings a smile to my face.”

“I want to hear you sing.”

“I don’t think anyone could ever be as lovely as you.”

“You look incredible in that.”

“He/She/They're quite stunning, isn’t/aren't he/she/they?”

“Sometimes I just can’t control myself when around you.”

“Do you believe in love at first sight?”

“I think I’m in love.”

“I’d like it if you stayed.

"People are jerks, but not you.”

“I’ll share the blankets with you.”

“I have never felt this way about anyone.”

“I want this to never end…”

“Can I kiss you?”

“I waxed the floors, grab your fluffy socks.”

“Who changed the thermostat settings? I’m freezing to death.”

“Can we just watch a movie and fall asleep on the couch?”

“You can put your cold feet on me.”

“Your stray red item turned my whites pink.”

“There was a power outage and now we have to have dinner by candlelight.”

“Rock Paper Scissors to see who has to go talk to the neighbors upstairs for being too loud.”

“I just came home to you crying while watching a movie, please tell me what’s going on.”

“Our AC is out and it’s the middle of the summer.”

“My parents are coming over in 10 minutes so please put some clothes on.”

“IF YOU USE UP ALL THE HOT WATER ONE MORE TIME IM GOING TO BAN YOU TO THE COUCH FOR A MONTH.”

“I’m really drunk, please help me get safely out of the way so I don’t ruin our friend’s wedding.”

“I know you haven’t had the best experience with dogs in the past but look at its face please please can we keep it?”

“I beat you at Mario Kart and now you’re banishing me to the couch for the night?”

"I surprised you with tickets to see our favorite band… WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU SURPRISED ME WITH TICKETS TO SEE THEM TOO?”

“I know we had a big fight but we still need to decorate the house for the holidays.”

“Oh! Hey! Could you come and taste this to see if it’s okay?”

“I came home to a Nerf gun on the front porch and a note that says ‘Here is your weapon. I have one too. Loser cooks dinner. Good luck. xo’”

“We’ve been celebrating our wedding anniversary on the wrong day for the past nine years.”

“We both have nowhere else to be so we get to spend our rare day off at home.”

"I can’t be pregnant… or….OH MY GOD! ”

“I knew it was a mistake to get the twins matching clothes.”

“Sh…they’re asleep.”

“I think someone had a little accident with the finger paint.”

“Mondays are your diaper days.”

“Our kid is totally the one who wanted to build a pillow fort, not me.”

“Ooh…someone’s got a tummy ache.”

“Are you sure you don’t want me to drop them off myself? I don’t think you could handle seeing them off alone.”

“I told you we should have just gotten that German Shepherd puppy.”

“What do you think for their punishment? Grounding? No video games? No going out for a week?”

“Mm…your kid before five in the morning.”

“Come on now, I think you’re being too harsh. He/she’s just a kid. Remember all of the stupid things we used to do when we were their age?”

“So, how should we break the news that they’re going to have a new baby brother or sister?”

“I think we should have another.”

“Why wasn’t I invited to your wedding?”

“Okay fine, one more story, but then you really have to go to bed.”

“…They just grow up so fast.”

“Just get in the fucking blanket fort.”

“I’d appreciate it if you'd stop being so cute and would just let me work.”

Credit (original posters): 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7

[bethgreeneishopeunseen]

D@rsita

Please don’t think that I’m a D@rsita shipper who trolls you. I’m not. I’m a hardcore Bethyler, but these things put together made me so fucking worried. I want your thoughts on this. Fuck. I think D@rsita will happen. I’m freaking out. I don’t like it ONE BIT. PLEASE let me know what you think of this. I don’t want this to happen.

Here’s why I think that Gimple (Uuuuh…. Don’t do this…) will go for it easter egg and symbolism wise:

Gimple paired D@ryl and R0sita together with Den1se and we know the show never pairs up characters without a reason.

R0sita said to Sasha in 7x14 that the guys she dated before Abraham thought she couldn’t take care of herself and she fell in with Abraham because he saw that she could handle her shit. Just one episode after, in 7x15, D@ryl tells Jesus that R0sita can take care of herself.

D@ryl and R0sita now have matching bullet scars going into Season 8, just like R1chonne. D@ryl got shot in his shoulder in 6x15 and R0sita got shot in her shoulder in 7x16. R1chonne have matching bullet scars from both getting shot in their left thighs (M1chonne in 3x06 and R1ck in 4x08 and Gimple said he knew he wanted R1chonne to happen before he was even showrunner and he took over as showrunner in season 4, purposely making R1ck get shot in the same place as M1chonne and nooow… Same with D@ryl and R0sita).

D@ryl took Eug3ne’s comic arc being taken captured by the Saviors and being tortured and hating Dw1ght. In the comics, Eug3ne and R0sita becomes a couple after Eug3ne escaped the Sanctuary and the show clearly won’t go for Eug3ne and R0sita since your metas.

Shit. This one hurts the most. D@ry and R0sita have been seen filming together. From the site that shall not be named “July 18: An argument took place. It seemed to be between D@ryl and R0sita. R0sita walked away pissed. D@ryl jumped in the driver’s seat of the truck. M0rgan appeared standing to the side, never really involving himself in the argument. Yesterday: R0sita and D@ryl are together in the Kingdom with M0rgan.” We know that M0rgan is a Kingdomer since the armbands, and we know that R0sita and D@ryl are Alexandrians for the same reason, and they are together in the Kindgom, meaning they got there together. Why aren’t any other Alexandrian’s there? And they are paired up together again.

Both D@ryl and R0sita feels survivor guilt, D@ryl with Gl3nn and R0sita with Eug3ne, both feeling guilt over Den1se.

There are no other “love interests” available for either D@ryl or R0sita.

Easter eggs aside, I think this would be one of the biggest mistakes ever made on the show pairing D@ryl with R0sita. They are too much alike. Both are angry, aggressive, hurting people who don’t have any sense of positivity in mind. D@ryl doesn’t need someone who is like him. He needs someone who is different from him, who can show him there’s light at the end of the tunnel and that would take someone to be positive, sweet and calm (like B3th). R0sita ain’t it. She’s angry, grumpy, negative and often becomes mean to people around her because she’s hurting (just like D@ryl). They are too much alike. This wouldn’t do D@ryl’s character any justice what so ever to give him a girlfriend who is a female redneck version of himself. But with all of these easter eggs, symbolism and spoilers from the site that shall not be named, I’m fearing Gimple actually goes in that direction and I’m fucking worried to shit over here. What are you thinking Gimple?????? All of these easter eggs and symbolism also makes me sad to my heart for the fact that maybe Gimple changed his mind about bringing back B3th and pair her with D@ryl, instead going for R0sita. Pleeease, let me know what you think. You’re my safe heaven for my Bethyl heart and Team Delusional, so I want to know why all of the easter eggs and symbolism we have found around B3th means something, but not these with D@rsita? *sigh* Thanks for answering me. I love your tumblr. Xxx

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Hey anon, I’m sorry it’s taken me so long to address your message. Thank you for all of your support. You bring up many points, and though I understand your concerns, you don’t have anything to worry about when it comes to Daryl’s love life.

1. In 6b, Rosita was training Denise how to fight much like she trained Eugene. Denise wanted to go outside the walls in order to scavenge that apothecary, and Rosita didn’t want to “babysit” Denise herself. Daryl didn’t have any shifts that day. From a narrative standpoint, TPTB put Denise, Daryl, and Rosita together because of their particular mental states. Daryl and Rosita were both still struggling to adjust to life inside Alexandria, and their struggles were similar as they had both lost their significant others (albeit in different ways). Daryl and Rosita don’t value themselves as members of the group, Daryl is like a feral animal and Rosita doesn’t realize her capabilities. Denise represented the good people they didn’t see themselves as, and I think Gimple wanted them to be there with Denise in her final moments because they would appreciate her character and her skills the most. And for Daryl, Twice as Far was a reenactment of Still and Coda.

“See, I have training in this shit. I’m not making it up as I go along, like with the stitches and the surgery and the… I asked you to come with me because you’re brave like my brother and sometimes you actually make me feel safe. And I wanted you here because you’re alone. Probably for the first time in your life. And because you’re stronger than you think you are, which gives me hope that maybe I can be, too.” - Denise 6x14

“You know the thing that killed me? When we got to Alexandria, I was acting like I was all good ‘cause he wasn’t. [Chuckles] Then, the son of a bitch was actually all good. [Chuckles] And I couldn’t figure this one out. Living there, feeling like we had made it, I couldn’t pick that up. Then, when he bounced, I I thought I hated you. But maybe I just hated that he figured out his shit first.” -Rosita 7x14

“Well, Sasha’s a good shot, and Rosita knows how to take care of herself.” 2. He did say that, and it’s a valid assessment because he worked closely with Rosita in 6x14. He knows what she’s capable of, and after being with Beth in 4b, he’s learned to not underestimate someone by their appearance. You also have to remember that in 7x14, the episode when Rosita talked about the guys she was with before Abraham, we had another explicit Beth-Bethyl connection. Daryl had a knife that looked like a hybrid of his and Beth’s, the latter which he wore on his person from 5x10 to 6x11 before he presumably hid the knives so the Saviors couldn’t find it. Then him and Maggie hiding in the cellar visually paralleled him hiding in the trunk with the other Greene sister.

3. While D@rsita may have been both shot in the shoulder, we’ll have to wait and see if TPTB will go out of their way to emphasize that parallel. Daryl’s most prominent scars are the scars on his back and chest, from his father’s abuse. Being with Beth really helped him process his abuse, hence him taking a book on healing from child abuse in 5x06 (when he was looking for her) and him letting Denise stitch up his back. At the end of 6x09 he let a total stranger see his scars and treat the knife wound he had from that Savior on the road. He was very vulnerable physically, being shirtless around a few people, as well as emotionally. And Denise was a proxy for Beth during all of this. In regards to Rosita, her most prominent scar is her facial scar, which she received in a scene that was a direct parallel to Coda (X) (X). Boots also appeared in that episode, and Boots is Beth (X). Daryl’s scars parallel with Beth’s more than Rosita’s, as they both received scars while trapped in an abusive environment.

(Boots picture credit to @vampireselene72.)

4. Aww you read my Genekie metas. That’s awesome! Anyway, Daryl and Rosita wouldn’t work for the same reasons that Eugene and Rosita wouldn’t work. As I mentioned in one of my Genekie metas (X), Daryl and Eugene are similar in that they need emotionally strong, nurturing partners. They both need someone who can make them feel safe, safe enough to be vulnerable around. There’s a reason why Daryl rarely lets his guard down around the women in his life. Beth was always different. I’ve studied Gimple’s style in writing and in pairings, and D@rsita does not fit, especially when Bethyl is Gimple’s OTP. (All of Gimple’s ships parallel Bethyl one way or another: X.) Furthermore, Daryl’s arc at the Sanctuary directly paralleled Beth’s time at Grady, down to certain visuals. His story, two seasons later, still echoes back to hers. 

5. We don’t know the context of the scene and the episode. They could be paired up together again because the scene/episode could be in relation to Denise’s death or be a parallel to 6x14. I think we need to wait for the full context before we make any judgement calls, especially with all the secrecy associated with this season.

6. Rick feels guilt over not saving Glenn. Maggie blamed herself because they were out on the road due to her being sick. Daryl and Rosita can bond over experiences, but they haven’t yet. Maybe once they have a quiet moment together they can reflect on everything they’ve been through, but so far shared guilt isn’t enough.

7. Daryl has Beth, and he will always have Beth. Throughout the years, Norman has said that once Daryl loves someone, he will love that person forever (X). This horse has been beaten to death, but Daryl loves Beth and she loves him, and the marketing and storyline reflect that (X) (X). In the most recent EW photoshoot, Norman was dressed all in black, holding flowers, looking like a bereaved widower who was going to leave flowers at his beloved grave’s. With all of that in mind, the Beth stuff haunts the entire storyline, all corners of marketing. She’s everywhere. So even if Bethyl was an actual sunk ship, she would still be coming back. 

Back in 4x01, Gimple promised us a damn romance novel, and he’s delivering that to us right now. Because every great love story has a painful separation at one point or another.

[holdmekhh]

Drabble Game

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“I’m not jealous! It’s just… you’re mine!”

“I want to go on a date! I demand it!

”“We just met, this is crazy, I’m referencing a song… but call me maybe?”

“What? No! I wasn’t staring… I-I was looking at something behind you!”

“Do you want some? Here, open your mouth… I’ll feed you some!”

“Is it alright if I call you princess?”

“It’s not like I like you or anything! … Okay, well- maybe I do.”

“I think your perfect. Even with your flaws, you’re nothing but perfect.”

“That was barely even a kiss! Do it again - please?”

“What? No. I wasn’t aiming for your hand. I was reaching for the, uh- popcorn.”

“I am only a call away”

“Hm? Oh, sorry. I couldn’t help but stare at you.”

“Um, would it be okay if I held your hand?”

“Shut up and kiss me already.”

“You’re the most important person in my life.”

“Are you tired? Here, I’ll carry you the rest of the way.”

“I’m not much of a chef, but… I really hope you like this.”

“Sorry for calling so late - I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

“I need you more than you need me.”

“I want to kiss you and hold your hand any time I want.”

“I can’t stop thinking about you… I can’t.”

“The truth is… I love you.”

“You like me more than you like them, right? Right?”

“Be mine. Please.”

“I am who I am because of you.”

“It’s been a long day… let’s take a bath together.”

“Wait, don’t pull away - I want to hug you for awhile longer.”

“Ah- I adore your laugh.”

“Stop that, it tickles!”

“Ouch, I bit my lip… kiss it better?”

“I don’t want to get up… I’m so warm beside you.”

“You’re so intoxicating to me.”

“Your eyes are amazing… do you know that?”

“You’re just so wonderful.”

“S-Stop looking at me like that! You’re making me blush…”

“Are you tired? Rest in your head in my lap.”

“You, Me, Order In, Netflix… waddya say?”

“I want to be more than just friends with you.”

“Fuck it - do you wanna get married?”

“Your smile is beyond gorgeous… please, keep doing it.”

“Whenever we’re together, I feel at home.”

“Will you say you love me? Pleeease?”

“Wait, don’t go! Can’t you stay the night?”

“Wow - you look… amazing.”

“*Puts hands over eyes from behind* Guess whooo?”

[katgiringiringirin]

I Need U Part 1/?

[not my gif. gif credit to owner]

Member: Yoongi, but all of Bangtan will make appearances.

Genre: Angst

Words: 1.3k

Synopsis: You’re invisible, a nobody, no friends - no nothing. Your mom died while running away from your still abusive and drunk father. You live a life no one wants, but a shared passion for piano seems to perk your interest. Who is Min Yoongi? The answer may have changed your life.

Warnings: Strong language, violence, can be triggering for some and… Just don’t read it if you can’t handle abusiveness and stuff.

Author’s Note: This is my first fanfic, so please leave critique - but I ask of you to do it nicely. Thank you!

[ Also… This [ ] means a mental note from Y/N’s perspective. See it as a fact box or something. Deal with it!]

And a thank you to @captainvictoryboat​ for helping me with this by reading and giving thoughts. (Go check out her Tumblr page, I really recommend her BTS series. Link)

>>|Part 2 | Part 3 |<<

>>|Masterpost|<<

You pull down the sleeves of your sweater, covering yesterday’s bruises and mold into the sea of students making their way through the halls. Conversations are heard from every direction, though the sound is muffled by the headphones covering your ears. As the next song begins to play the conversations die out and are replaced with the fine tunes of a piano.

You dream back to the times when you were happy. Where you didn’t have to feel anxious every time school ended. Where you didn’t have to go back to a broken home… The tunes floating into your veins, making your blood flow and heal your wounds - or at least the emotional ones, for a while…

School drags by quickly and soon you find yourself in the hallways walking quietly. The hallways are empty and not a soul can be seen or heard - only you and your thoughts. You’re always the last person at school. Every corner of every room is printed into your mind, you know the whole school like the back of your hand. This from all the time you’ve spent in the halls, avoiding what you once called home.

As you make your way towards the music room, your new home, you hear the soft playing of a piano. Huh, that’s weird… There shouldn’t be anyone left in school, especially not in the music room. Even though you want to run away, in case you get caught because there shouldn’t be anyone here right now; You also want to stay, out of curiosity. Who’s playing your piano? You walk closer to the room to hear the tunes more clearly, maybe even catching a glance of whomever is sitting in your spot, mind you... 

But the playing, it isn’t like anything you’ve heard before! The passion, expressed in every tune played, and the rawness of the melody - you’ve never heard anyone playing like that before. And when you finally reach the door and peek in. There behind the keys, with his back facing you sat none other than Min Yoongi.

[Min Yoongi, one of the seven most popular bad boys of the school. One of Bangtan, the group of boys that every guy hates, because they want to be like them, and every girls dream because… well they’re all hot and let’s face it, everyone is a little bit attracted to bad boys.He wasn’t always like that though. He was once one of the jocks, being captain for the basketball team but something happened and now he’s a member of Bangtan, the rivals of the jocks.]

What is he doing here?

But you don’t really care that much because he plays with such an intensity and emotion you can’t help but just stare in awe. All of his emotions seems to run through his fingers, pressing down on the keys and filling the air with the tunes of his life. It leaves you completely breathless. The normally stonecold image he portrays is completely gone and you can feel the pent up anger, the happiness, the sorrow. You can feel it all.

When he finally stops playing, he just sits there for a while, staring at the piano with what you can only describe as love. He then carefully puts down the lid over the keys and stands up, giving the piano a last loving touch before putting on his signature leather jacket. It doesn’t take long before he’s making his way towards the door... Towards you. 

“Shit” you curse silently under your breath as you quickly try to come up with a solution. The janitor’s closet! You make a run for the door that’s on the opposite side of the music room and wish for it to be open. Luckily, it is and you barely make it in time before you hear the music room’s door open and then close. You breathe out a sigh of relief and lean towards the door as you hear the footsteps of Min Yoongi fade. To not get caught you wait for one more minute before stepping out.

“What time is it?” you ask no one in particular and look up towards the clock hanging in the music room. 8 P.M. Shit. Time just flew by huh? Time to walk home I guess…

You didn’t even make it out of the school when you heard a pair of footsteps. Is he still here? You froze and stood still behind some lockers and looked in the direction of the sound. Voices could be heard talking to one another. Are there more? Why does this always happen to me? T_T

The steps came closer and you pressed yourself more towards the lockers please don’t come this way, pleeease don’t come this way! The laughter and talking became louder each second that passed, they couldn’t be that far off now. Maybe I should make a run for it?

3...2...1! You sprint off in the opposite direction from where the sound came from and bolt towards the Chemistry Lab, the south facing window is broken and should be open to jump out through.

“Hey who’s there?!” one of the voices yells and soon you can hear them picking up their speed running after you. This was a bad idea. Fuck. At least you could thank your father for one thing - giving you the body to run fast. In a matter of seconds you were by the Chemistry Lab. You didn’t think much when you threw the door open and shut it just as fast running to the window. You gave it a light push, opening the window enough for you to fit through and jumped out.

The fresh air hits your face as you land in the bush outside. Hiding under the branches you wait for them to pass by, just in case they’d see you running from the school. And you were right - as per usual.

“Check all rooms! I swear I heard someone… something!” one of the voices yells as you could hear them run. The Chemistry Lab door swings open and you pray to whomever that wants to listen, that they’d not see you.

“Hey Hobi, I’m pretty sure it was just the other kids outside!” a voice yelled from right above you, where the window was. You look up at the person who yelled and you almost lose your balance. Min fucking Yoongi. He looked out and chuckled before closing the window.  You turned your head slowly, looking in the same direction that he had and saw a group of drunk guys and girls yelling and running around on the parking lot. Thank you strangers, I owe you one.

You wait for a minute, making sure the coast was clear, before walking home.

You open the door slowly, making sure to stay quiet.

“Y/N!” the roaring voice of your father yells. You wince and your whole body turns as cold as ice. Why couldn’t he be asleep as usual?

“Yes father?” you say, barely audible.

“Where have you been?!” your eardrums feel like they’re going to explode from the intensity of his voice.

“I was at school” you mumbled.

“What was that?” he yelled in anger.

“I was at school okay?!” you snapped back, done with his shit. But as fast as the word left your mouth you realised what you just did.

“You little piece of ungrateful shit!” slap. His hand makes contact with your cheek. Smack. Your ribs take the hit. Thud. Your body makes contact with the floor.

“Stop… Please stop” you whimper. You can feel the stinging in your eyes. Don’t cry, don’t cry. He souldn’t have the satisfaction to see you cry. You have to stay strong, you have to make it through.

“You should think before you speak. Or you’re going to end up like your mother”

“Don’t talk about her like that!” you yell and stand up pushing your father towards the stairs.

“BITCH!” he roars and hurtle towards you… and everything goes black.