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Constant Companions Closeup #3: ROT FOR CLOUT
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WHAT'S going on guys, welcome back to another Constant Companions Closeup, the show where we take a DEEP DIVE into what makes these tunes tick! Last episode, we went aaaaaall the way there on Not Quite There, and today, we're making that liggity-line go up up up up up with ROT FOR CLOUT featuring VISUALEYES!! Before we get started, remember to SMASH that like button, SLAM subscribe, and FUCK the bell icon. This week's community challenge: leave your credit card info in the comments! Bet you won't!
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I check my notifications way too fucking much. It's a habit I'm trying to curb, and to my credit, I am doing better lately, but being chemically predisposed to dopamine deficiencies has done a number on my ability to go five minutes without checking the funny glowing numbers on my phone. Naturally, I also very much seek more validation than I should from the opinions of strangers yadayadayada yeah that's what the song is about but none of that actually has to do with why I started writing this song in the first place.
Have you ever taken a flight with American Airlines?
This was after waking up at 4 in the morning to fly out of Houston thinking I'd be napping on a couch in Ohio by 2 pm at the latest.
I want to make one thing clear here, and that's that I made this bed for myself. Tucked the sheets in and all. You see, on the rare occasions I fly, I normally take Southwest. Southwest does not overbook flights like a lot of other airlines do, so it's a practice I am mostly unfamiliar with. So, when I received a notification on my phone promising genuinely ridiculous amounts of flight credit money in exchange for taking a slightly later flight, I thought - well, shit! That sounds nice!
This is how they trick you. I didn't really realize I'd been tricked until I was on my second flight of the day, sitting in a middle seat at the very back of the plane, heading from Dallas, a city I don't live in, to Washington, DC, a city I was not trying to get to, staring down the barrel of another flight I was destined to get on that had been delayed like two fucking hours.
I became the Joker. All I could do to remain sane was write a song about it. This is how ROT FOR CLOUT came to be.
I guess the moral of the story is this: Don't go to Ohio. And to answer your question,
Yes I am
Not really
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This is a complete sidenote but I want to mention it here: I'm genuinely overjoyed at the amount of people excitedly talking about my songwriting or the intention behind my lyrics. For a long time, it really felt like lyricism was the last thing people cared about from me, while it was always the thing I wanted to take pride in the most... So genuinely, thank you everyone for caring!! Every single fire emoji people have put next to a line I've written has extended my lifespan by multiple years
There's a brief little moment where the song's chords leave the key, doing a really stereotypically jazzy 2-5 movement, and it's one of my favorite parts of the entire song. I'm not really a music theory buff or anything, and I'm certainly not formally trained, but I've always been very passionate about more complicated harmony in otherwise poppy and accessible contexts - bo en's album pale machine really rewrote my brain when I first heard it.
On that note, there are microtones in the vocal melody - During the chorus, some of the rapidly repeated words move up in quarter tones! Possibly the simplest way I could've included microtonality, but I'm genuinely afraid if I learn more than what I already know about it I'll be lost to the darkness.
Obviously, the work of Sasuke Haraguchi was a massive influence on this song, particularly the song Igaku. I think basically everyone on the entire planet has picked up on that at this point, but I do also wanna point out some other songs that were on my mind at the time! (two for three on these posts mentioning louis cole now)
I'd also like to take a moment to spotlight the vocal samples on this! They previously appeared on ă¨ăăăŁăźăăł!, and they've honestly become some of my favorite samples to throw in things. They're also just a fucking goldmine sincerely
Finally, HUGE thanks to Visualeyes for the delightful synth solo on this!! I had put out a call on Twitter looking for instrumentalists, genuinely originally envisioning a super jazzy piano solo, but their synth playing genuinely brought the whole song together perfectly!
That's about it for this song - though again, if there are any more questions people have, I'd be happy to answer them in the replies to this post or elsewhere!! (*ahem*) THAT'S gonna do it for today's video, folks! Feel free to leave a like, comment, hit the subscribe button for more and click the bell so you don't miss any new videos. Tomorrow? I Wish That I Could Fall. it hurts.
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What could possibly stop us now?
#mary & george#mary and george#maryandgeorgeedit#perioddramaedit#nicholas galitzine#m&gedit#userninz#chrissiewatts#usersteen#usernuria#userclara#usermegsb#mine*#i needed to get this out my system#the cut to him and robert carr after this..... pure cinema â¨#there's some iconic lines in this show already#i cannot wait#the serve this will have. we aren't readyyyyy
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Casual Chaos: Tim Drakeâs Makeup Stream
Danny, known to the internet as Nebula, had been teasing a special stream for weeks. Fans were buzzing with excitement and theories, especially when the announcement popped up: âDoing My Boyfriendâs Makeup!â Naturally, the chat erupted into chaos. Danny was pretty private about his love life, so this reveal had the fandom on edge.
When the stream finally went live, Danny greeted his audience with his usual laid-back grin. âOkay, todayâs the day. Letâs see if Iâm any good at this,â he said, spinning a makeup brush between his fingers. âBut first, let me introduce you to my boyfriend.â
The camera panned, and there he wasâTim Drake, sitting there as if this was the most normal thing in the world. No big introduction, no fanfare. Just Tim, giving a small, nonchalant wave.
âWAIT. IS THAT TIM DRAKE???â
âLike⌠THE Tim Drake??â
âNo way heâs dating Nebula, what is happening???â
Danny, fully aware of the chaos brewing in the comments, didnât even acknowledge it. He just turned to Tim. âReady for your makeover, babe?â
Tim shrugged, totally calm. âLetâs do it.â
As Danny started applying makeup, the chat kept freaking out, but the two of them acted like it was just another Saturday. In Gotham, though, it was a different story. The Bat's group chat was blowing up:
Dick: âTIMOTHY JACKSON DRAKE-WAYNE, EXPLAIN YOURSELF.â
Jason: âHow does a nerd like you land Nebula of all people???â
Steph: âI AM CRYING. HOW DID I NOT KNOW THIS?!!â
Damian: âThis is unacceptable. Drake, I demand an explanation.â
Bruce: [TypingâŚ]
But Tim? Unfazed. He ignored the constant buzzing of his phone and sat still as Danny carefully lined his eyes and added a touch of mascara, keeping up casual chatter with the stream.
âYou know,â Danny said, holding up a shade of lipstick, âTimâs got this effortless model thing going on. Iâm just enhancing whatâs already there.â
Tim raised an eyebrow, smirking. âI didnât exactly sign up to be your runway star.â
âWait⌠heâs actually REALLY pretty??â
âTim Drake is hot, confirmed.â
âLOOK AT HIS CHEEKBONES OMG.â
As Danny finished the look, adding some extra blush and a light gloss, the reaction was immediate. The chat was losing it. Tim glanced at himself in the mirror, barely reacting. âWell⌠I donât hate it.â
Danny leaned back, admiring his work. âNot bad, right?â
Meanwhile, back in Gotham, the bats were still going wild.
Steph: âTim, you better show up to every gala looking like this from now on.â
Jason: âYouâve been holding out on us with this face, man.â
Dick: âThis is ICONIC.â
Bruce: âWeâll need to discuss this later.â
Tim finally glanced at his phone and snorted at all the messages. âTheyâre never going to let this go, are they?â
Danny just grinned at the camera. âProbably not. So⌠next time, you'll do my makeup, right?â
The chat, of course, exploded all over again.
#brain dead#dead tired#tim drake#danny phantom#batfam#dc x dp#danny fenton#danny is a famous streamer#but this is totally unrelated to my previous streamer post#tim would look absolutely amazing in full glam and i dont take criticism#i think he'd also be pretty decent at doing dannys makeup#surprise reveals#i think people see danny as pretty untouchable regarding dating and stuff#so the fact that he's dating tim makes no sense at all but also the most sense ever#because of course its tim drake but also??? tim?? really??
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âmy muse, my cure.
in which : both you and jiaoqiu are deeply concerned about each other's health but have an unconventional way of showing it.
pairing : jiaoqiu x gn!reader
wc 850, established relationship, 2.5 spoilers woops (but this isn't angst trust), also ib by an iconic line in 2.5 iykwim, art by @/Lianzi_ on x, reblogs r much appreciated!!!
how do we get a picky eater to eat green peppers?
being a picky eater isn't easy, especially when you have a sly fox like jiaoqiu in your kitchen.
you think you're safe when you see a simple, mouthwatering dish; but with him, there's always a catch. beneath the savoury aroma of perfectly cooked meatballs or the comforting warmth of a soup, he hides the things you avoid âfinely diced peppers, a hint of spice, or icky vegetables you swore youâd never touch.
jiaoqiu doesnât say a word, but the way his ears twitch gives him away. he watches with a subtle, knowing grin as you take a bite, waiting for you to realize what heâs done. though by the time you do notice, itâs already too late. despite your best efforts, the subtle icky flavour of green peppers have already permeated your taste buds.
âyou didnât even notice, did you?â he teases, his voice laced with mischief.
you shoot him a glare as you reluctantly finish the dish, the flavours blending together so seamlessly that you almost forget what you were trying to avoid in the first place. (seems like his culinary skills managed to win you over once again)
âthatâs not very polite of you, doctor.âÂ
jiaoqiuâs smile widens at your response. âah, come on now,â he says, feigning a hurt expression. âit's all in good fun. besides, you know those peppers are packed with vitamins. itâs good for you.â
you let out an exaggerated sigh, your irritation still simmering. âwell, just because your dish turned out good, donât think iâm letting you off the hook that easily,â you say, rolling your eyes, though a small smile tugs at the corners of your mouth.
jiaoqiu only chuckles at your response, clearly amused. âi see how it is,â his tone taking on a teasing lilt as he steps a little closer, âyou best stay on your guard then, dearest.âÂ
âhow do we get a picky eater to eat green peppers?â the answer is quite simple. chop the peppers and mix them with minced meat to make meatballs, allowing the meatâs flavor to mask the peppers so even your fussy spouse can enjoy them.
how do we get a stubborn doctor to drink his medicine?
being a doctor isn't easy, especially when youâre injured and your partner is more worried about your own health than you are.
âqiuâer, iâm back!â the sound of your voice instantly draws his attention, he turns his head in your direction, the subtle rustle of sheets accompanying his movement. the bed dips slightly under your weight as you settle beside him, the warmth of your presence soothing. âhere, i brought you some tea,â you murmur.Â
âcareful, itâs hot.â you gently lift the cup to his lips, the steam rising and carrying with it the sweet, spiced scent of cinnamon âhe immediately notices the strong overpowering smell right away.
ah⌠cinnamon? so you took his advice from years ago, but unfortunately a foxâs senses are sharper than most.Â
his nose scrunches slightly as the liquid gently brushes against his lips. âspiked my tea with something, dearest?â you pause, setting the cup down with a soft clink. though just as youâre about to retort, his hand reaches out, searching for you with a gentle touch. his fingers graze your arm, then find your hand, which he clasps with a tender grip.
âcinnamon is excellent for masking strong odors and is even used to conceal the scent of poison... but you wouldnât be so cruel to me, would you?â he remarks with a playful smile, though thereâs an ironic edge to his words, given his current condition.
you let out an exasperated sigh, âyou wouldnât take your medicine, qiuâer. i never thought youâd be such a stubborn doctor.âÂ
he chuckles softly, the sound low and a little raspy. âstubborn? i prefer âselective.ââ his grip on your hand tightening ever so slightly. âand i chose to have you as my doctor.âÂ
âif it means i get to be the one who takes care of you, then iâll gladly accept that,â you reply, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze. ânow get some rest âdoctorâs orders.â you help him settle back on the bed, careful not to accidentally press on his bandaged wounds, before gently pulling the sheets up to cover him.
you lean down to kiss the crown of his head, running your fingers through his hair in a soothing, rhythmic motion. âiâm only following your orders, baobei,â he mumbles softly, his words trailing off as he drifts into a peaceful sleep.
today the sun may blaze brightly in the sky, but its brilliance fades next to the warmth of your smile, a light that, though he may not be able to see, touches his heart more profoundly than the brightest day ever could.
how do we get a stubborn doctor to drink his medicine? easy. disguise it in a comforting cup of tea, masking the bitterness with cinnamon, so even he wonât notice until itâs too late. of course, your tricks never really fool him, but he lets you win anyway.
homeboy has been through so much
MASTERLIST.
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He's usually not like this.
Maybe it was the wine he had over dinner, the way being a little tipsy and still a little heated from all the talking and laughing he did with his friends earlier clouded his mind. Maybe itâs the loneliness of his empty bed on a Saturday night, fresh pillowcases and the half-light near his bed casting shadows on the sheets and making him wonder how they would look hitting your skin. Maybe he just misses you: your body, your smell, the way you feel in his hands and the way his hands feel on you.
At first, it was supposed to be just an innocent text, but his fingers worked over the keyboard a little faster than he could actually register. I wish you were here, the message read, the implications of sending it well after midnight, without any other kind of text and being sure you knew damn well he wouldn't skip getting a little alcohol having the following day completely off completely clear as he bit his bottom lip, smirking at his own antics. You probably wouldn't even see it â chances are you're already fast asleep by that time â but that doesn't stop him from thinking about it, about how much he wanted you.
And it was supposed to be an innocent video. He feels pretty relaxed as he lays his head down on one of his pillows, one hand resting lazily on his headboard as the other clicked on the little camera icon, just wanting to send you a little something to make you think about him in the morning. He's a little messy, but he doesn't mind it at the momentâhis tank top a little too low on his chest, his hoodie covering most of his hair, his eyes still glistening a little from the tipsinessâhe knows you like him like this. He didn't want to say anything, even, the message sent earlier already telling you everything he wants you to know. It's just a little bit of him showing off, knowing he won't be able to stop thinking about the heat of your body pressed up against him anytime soon. He's just looking at the camera, showing some little random things around himâlike the little plush doll you always hold when you're lying on his bed, sometimes still half-naked, sometimes catching your breath after kissing him for God knows how long until you just kind of melt into the bed.
Ideally, he would stop there. He knows it's technically enough, and even though he does send a picture or two taken by the gym mirror occasionally after a long workout session thinking about how you look at his arms and chest when he's shirtless and how you actually called him after seeing one of these pictures asking him to come over, this is going a little further with it. The camera pans down, showing how the tank top is not only low on his torso but kind of messily draped over his belly, a little bit of his v-line and the rim of his ridiculously expensive underwear showing faintly over the low light, small shadows casting on his skin. His hands trail down his body, lightly touching the waistband of the sweatpants and going down until you can see the very prominent bulge in his pants. The sweats don't really hide much, and his size is very visible as he palms himself over the fabric, letting a breathy, almost whiny moan out of his mouth at the feeling.
And damn, he really wished you were there.
#bang chan x reader#chan x reader#bang chan thoughts#bang chan hard hours#bang chan hard thoughts#boyfriend!bang chan#bang chan smut#chan hard thoughts#skz smut#skz hard hours#skz hard thoughts
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ORDINARY THINGS â ě ęľ
đ ordinary things, as long as iâm with you.
after a lost match, jeonggukâs only source of comfort is you.
from the grande series ŕ¨ŕ§
pairings: soccer captain!jk x fem!reader
genre: fluff, established relationship
warnings: lower case intended, i wanna say that i know very little about soccer, even more about what goes on behind the scenes, but of course i had to put jeongguk in bellinghamâs iconic holey socks hehe đť, itâs a bit angsty at first just bc ggukkie is an angsty boy, but then all of it is just fluff really! hints at mental illness, heavy use of the pet name baby, theyâre so funny i love them, theyre also horny! only mentions of sex tho, and sexy kisses and touches keke
word count: 6990
a/n: waaa omg i managed to keep this under 10k words whoâs proud of me! this is so slow but im in love w their domestic dynamic đ
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the piercing whistle cuts through the air.
it marks the official end of the match, sealing the loss of your boyfriendâs team. the sound feels sharp, final, not only to the game.
you knew this was fairly important. it wasnât too decisive on the teamâs position in the ranking, but you knew it mattered to him. like every other game, regardless of stakes.
whether it was a friendly or a tournament, jeongguk had no other mode but all in.
that dedication shows in every tense line of his body now. the weight of defeat begins to sink in, and you can see it on his face, the way it affects him.
you can already sense whatâs swirling around in his mind, behind the quiet exterior. youâre sure of it from how he still stands there, avoids his surroundings, keeps his eyes glued to the ground, the green field suddenly more captivating.
you donât need words to know. heâs retreating inward, locking away his disappointment, and likely taking on more than just the burden of his own loss.
heâs probably thinking of his teammates, feeling like he let them down too. allowing it all to crash on him, the single outcome of this match unraveling everything he worked hard for.
his confidence shatters with the refereeâs whistle, and it shuts down the noise of the crowd, makes him unresponsive to the comforting pats on his back from his friends. itâs all a distant hum to him now.
jeongguk is deliberately slow as he almost mechanically leads his exhausted self out the pitch, body moving without his mindâs consent.
he doesnât care if itâll take him forever to take these steps. if heâs the last one leaving. he just needs a moment to figure out his next move.
but can he? can he face his team without this ugly feeling gnawing at him? can he keep lying, tell them they did well, that theyâll do better next time, while his own mask suffocates him? is he even deserving of the captain title?
he doubts it, his legs moving as if the world has time to offer him, body struggling under the weight of a lifeless feeling creeping in.
your heart clenches painfully. from the sidelines, watching him like this breaks something in you.
you grip the hem of your tennis skirt, fingers twitching as you fight the crazed urge rising in your throat to just run to him.
itâs hard to find your breaths when witnessing your boyfriend destroying himself as if thatâs the only treatment he thinks heâs deserving of. but you also know the last thing you want to do right now is to draw more attention to him when heâs so raw, vulnerable. when every eye in the stadium strips him bare.
and you just want to put his every piece back, cover him in warmth. your mind is made up when you abruptly stand up, hastily making your way toward the locker room before he can get there, offering polite smiles to the players who are already getting inside.
you settle outside the door, waiting.
jeongguk drags behind the others, eyes still casted down. heâs so absorbed in his escape, so lost in the act of avoidance, that youâre certain he wonât notice you, with your beating heart held out to him in your cold hands.
yet, he does find some sort of answer in the ground he keeps staring at, asking for solutions.
amidst the worn, muddied football boots, he spots your shoes. dr. martens platforms, the ones you pair with white socks that ruffle at the top.
the sight is enough to pull him out of his daze, and he looks up.
the door to the locker room closes behind the last player, the heavy thump echoing in the long hallway. it startles you, just as jeonggukâs sudden awareness startles him, and you search for some sort of stability in each otherâs eyes.
his own are glossy with unshed tears, and they glisten under the harsh fluorescent light. it doesnât help the way his vision gets blurrier and pulls you farther from him.
but he needs to see youâ the comfort in your face, the one that he feels as though he canât breathe without.
jeongguk squeezes his eyes shut, the tears slipping free, but the moment he flutters his eyelids open and meets you clearly, he doesnât care.
his wide, tear-filled gaze takes you in. brows drawn up, your expression seems to mirror his. youâve always absorbed peopleâs emotions to an almost extreme degree. when others cry, so do you. and when jeongguk cries, it feels like the whole world is falling apart.
but you canât afford that happening, and youâll hold its full weight on your shoulders to prevent such thing.
this time, you need to be stronger for him. swallowing the lump rising in your throat, you blink back your own tears and take a hesitant step toward him.
jeongguk, so much taller than you, seems to shrink before your eyes. right now, heâs the smallest, most fragile boy.
âbaby,â your voice is a soft whisper, arms stretching open in a subtle invitation, one that he doesnât need to be asked twice.
the moment you speak and break the quiet, the dam heâs been holding up crumbles. he crashes into you, hands wrapping tightly around your waist, his nose buried in the crook of your neck.
the impact makes you stumble slightly, but you hold him just as tight in return, focusing on his sharp breaths against your skin, wet with his tears, body trembling in your embrace.
your arms wrapped around his neck, you squeeze him hard, as if heâs a sponge that youâre trying to empty from all the dirty liquid. all the exhaustion, the anxiety, the guilt.
with the way he downright drops his full weight on you, you guide him to sit on the bench just outside the locker room. he slumps beside you, heavy and limp against you, seeking your warmth and comfort the way an addict seeks for the drug thatâs able to keep them going.
you sit like that for a while, and you think itâs better this way. he has time to let it out against your chest, and you have the time that you need to compose yourself before youâre met with the full extent of his brokenness.
the second you see his tear stricken face, you think all of the effort was useless. youâre so, so weak.
jeongguk hiccups, lifts his face, his wide eyes flitting between yours like one would follow a tennis match at his peak point, searching for something, the smallest indicator of victory.
the tears make his cheeks red, and it adds to the frantic pleading he trips on, âbâbaby, please. i donâtâ iâm tired. wannaâ homeââ
âhey, gguk. ggukie, breathe,â youâre gentle when you cut him off, taking his face between your small palms to try and steady his panic, and mostly yourself. youâre fighting hard to not break too, to try and be the anchor he needs.
you take exaggerated deep breaths, hoping heâll mirror you, and after a few moments his chest rises and falls in sync with yours, warm breath fanning over your lips.
imperceptibly, you feel his panic begin to ebb. his brows relax and his eyelids blink slower, regaining consciousness of his surroundings.
his hands reach up, covering yours as they rest at his jaw, squeezing them, and he exhales shakily, still not fully over his agitation, âiâm sorry. i wanna go home. i donâtâ donât wanna do interviews, donât wanna see anyone. donât wanna talk to coach. i just wanna be with you, please.â
his speech is hushed, pleading, his words slurred as if afraid youâre going to stop him, force him to go through the motions of whatâs expected of him before he can beg further.
you brush his cheek with your thumb in a slow motion, moving him closer to you, your voice as careful as possible, âbut, jeongguk⌠we canât disappear without at least telling the others. coach will want you to answerââ
âplease, love. please,â he cuts you, words trembling, âdonât make me go through this. iâm too weak now. i canât.â
youâve never seen jeongguk like this before.
itâs been over two years since he asked you to be his girlfriend. that night, he scored a goal for you. you knew it the moment the ball hit the net.
even with his teammates swarming him in celebration, his eyes searched for yours, locking on the moment he found you in the stands.
wrapped in your wool scarf, your face almost fully hidden, the way your eyes turned into crescents and your cheekbones so prominent was unmistakable.
the smile that you shared was sheepish, but brimming with meaning. carrying all those emotions you had both been tiptoeing around for so long.
for a while, your feelings had been caught in a slow dance, never fully picking up, but nonetheless comfortable with the motion.
jeongguk always found a reason to have you near, inviting you to practices and matches, because only your presence could give him the strength needed. and you always found a reason to show up.
even more when you easily fell into the routine that followed every encounter, evenings spent at your apartment, on your couch.
it was a schedule you soon came to love, with him making you laugh, an arm draped over your shoulder, your leg casually resting across his lap. the movies you would put on would quickly become background noise as his playful jokes turned into shared glances, quiet giggles, and stolen kisses.
kisses that felt like the ones teenagers share when theyâre crushing on someone for the very first time.
kisses that didnât evolve into anything more until that night, when he scored for you. it was unashamedly sweet, the feeling he gave you.
back at his flat, his face lit up with a grin so big it was infectious. the rush of adrenaline from winning the game and the joy of finally making you his girlfriend radiated from him.
itâs a stark contrast to his expression, now. itâs drawn with helplessness, clouded with a desperation that makes you ache.
he looks tired of fighting, of holding it all together. and itâs not just thatâ thereâs a deep yearning, a frantic search, a needy plea to be understood, to be seen by you.
thereâs nothing that truly comes more innately to you. itâs second nature, caring for him. knowing him. looking after him. tending to his physical and emotional scars. and you donât want him to scrape his skin further.
you try to reason, âwhatâ what about your things, donât you at least want toââ
âiâll ask taehyung to take my bag with him or something,â for the state heâs currently in, he still looks willing to do anything if it means getting out of here. and so, he begs again, âplease. can we go home?â
you know you canât say no to him. thatâs not something that comes as good to you. not in your nature.
âthis is not the way to your house.â
still in his soccer jersey, the uniformâs shorts touching his knees and holey socks high up his calves, muddy boots hurting his feet, jeongguk sits quietly next to you in the backseat of his car.
his chauffeur drives steadily, away from the hurt, and each mile puts more distance between jeongguk and the weight of the loss, the field, the pressure. he feels himself leave fragments of disappointment behind, back there.
itâs been a long time since it was just the two of you in his car. jeongguk would be the one driving, his left hand steady on the wheel, the right one always reaching for yours, a quiet confirmation of his love.
now, someone else takes care of the driving, especially after games, or in moments like these when jeonggukâs mind and body are too exhausted to handle anything more.
ever since the goal that changed everything between you two, jeonggukâs life took off. a big team recognized his potential and signed him, a moment that marked his breakthrough as pro in the football world.
then, it became a whirlwind. constant games, media attention, opportunities flooding in, and money pouring from every direction.
he bought a house â a mansion, really, â just outside the city, the kind of place he dreamed of as a small kid with big ambitions. everything about it is luxurious, grand, all jeongguk thought he wanted.
but thereâs been something left behind, back in the quieter days when he was just a young player fighting for his place on this planet.
you met him before the fame, before his name was on the backs of jerseys and his face on billboards. you fell in love with the boyish version of him, the one who lived in a cramped flat, working tirelessly to make a name for himself.
youâve been there through every step, enough to recognize the struggle in his eyes.
you so easily catch that flicker of awareness in him. the jolting confirmation that all of this is real, his orbs trembling. and when it hits, he retreats into himself, lets anxiety creep in.
he may not voice it, but you know the root of it. the fear of losing himself, of becoming someone else, of forgetting the version of him thatâs grounded in simplicity and love.
jeongguk fears intertwining himself with what he always wanted will inevitably erase what heâs always been, the son of hardworking parents in busan, raised on sacrifice and dreams.
what he always had with you. quiet, uncomplicated. happy with the ordinary things, eating ramen on the floor of his tiny apartment, driving around just to talk about anything and nothing, reading quietly next to each other in the cafè youâve introduced him to, your presence a comfort to him long before he realized he loved you as more than a friend.
jeongguk wants to hold onto that simplicity, and he wants you to be part of that. he wants you to stay by his side, to be the reminder of who he is beneath all the noise. what he wants to keep being.
because youâre his constant, unwavering, never changing. youâve never needed him to be more than who he already is. you never look at him with the kind of judgment or disappointment that seems to follow him after every missed opportunity. thereâs no pressure, no expectations of success.
in your eyes, he is just jeonggukâ the same boy that approached you with a bad pun only to clumsily blame it on his drink. the one you built a familiar rhythm with, ordinariness always just enough for you. for the two of you, together.
you donât need mansions, fancy restaurants, designer clothes. you donât need grandeur. youâll stay the way itâs always been, and the way you both want it to stay.
he quickly scans your face, letting your words register. your brows are furrowed slightly, pouty lips parted as if youâre about to tell the driver that heâs going the wrong way, headed somewhere other than the house he now calls home.
before you can speak, jeongguk interrupts you, his voice soft and suddenly self aware, âoh, iâ sorry, i gave directions to your apartment. i just really wanted to be there with you.â
you blink at his fragile honesty. he had begged to be home, and now here you were, on the way to your own.
warmth spreads through you, and you canât help but break into a big smile, one that eases the tension in his forehead, and mirrors softly in the grin that tugs at his pierced lips.
leaning in, you place a peck on his cheek, âitâs okay, baby. iâve got so many of your clothes in my closet, there wonât be a problem.â
his low chuckle is comforting, and he scrunches his nose in that familiar way, shuffling closer to nuzzle into your shoulder. for a moment, the world outside fades. youâre hopeful as you think you can feel the weight on his heart lifting.
looking up, a teasing smile spreads across his face, âi wonder why.â
his playful shift surprises you, though you try not to show it. you want him to feel normal, like thereâs nothing you should keep being sad over. your brows raise ever so slightly before you roll your eyes in mock exasperation, the fond amusement clear on your features.
itâs enough for jeonggukâs giggles to fill the car, an arm snaking around your waist, âitâs because you always steal my clothes.â
feigning shock, you gasp dramatically, swatting him lightly. he only laughs more, soft sounds bubbling up again, and you can feel love rushing through you, swarming frantically in your chest.
you play along with him, âno, itâs because you always leave your stuff behind after weâ weâŚâ
you trip on your words and pause when you realize what nearly slipped out, sheepishly averting your gaze to glance at the chauffeur, who seemingly looks too focused on the road to hear what youâre saying.
jeonggukâs eyes light up, his smile widening as his fingers teasingly pinch your sides, âafter we what? say it, baby.â
you flinch at his ticklish touch, breaking into a grin and stubbornly shaking your head no. his laughter mingles with yours, bodies pressing tighter as he leans his weight into you, his nose brushing your jaw.
being this close to him, you inhale his scent. he still smells like adrenaline, mixed with exhaustion, sweat pearling his back. the feeling grounds you.
he hums lowly against your skin, his lips trailing wet pecks along your throat, âi miss doing that.â
your chuckle turns into a frenzied groan, and you steady yourself with your hands on his arm still squeezing around you, feeling your face heat up, âthat was three days ago.â
âtoo long,â he mumbles, kisses slowly becoming more languid, savoring you.
when he pulls away from your neck, he doesnât give you a moment to breathe before his lips find yours. the kiss is simple, sweet, but you can feel each beat of his pulse against your mouth.
you break the contact first, your hand slipping into his damp hair, gently brushing the long strands out of his eyes. you think out loud, admiring his perfectly framed face, âyou need to cut these.â
but jeongguk isnât currently interested in haircuts. he ignores your suggestion, his focus entirely on you, and his whispered words hold a kind of raw vulnerability, âi missed you.â
you hum, threading through his locks, âmissed you too, my boy.â
thatâs all he needs to close the gap between you again. this time, his kiss is more intent, deeper, as if trying to communicate what words canât. his hands pull you closer, your chest arching into him, and in between the wet sounds of your lips meeting he lets a moan escape him.
youâre quick to swallow it, your own quiet noises vibrating against him before you put distance once again, softly tugging at his hair and finding his eyes lovingly, âletâs get home first, yeah?â
but he protests, a childlike groan reverberating in his throat, eyelids fluttering shut as he basks in the feeling of you against his lips. he attacks your cheeks next, trailing down, and down, and down, kissing you through your shirt.
then, itâs his fingers touching you under it, hand traveling up and kneading your breasts through your bra, only to slide around to trace the curve of your spine.
the sudden contact is overwhelmingly pleasuring, head thrown back on the headrest as quiet whimpers leave you. jeongguk is as hungry as ever, seeking for proximity no matter your bodies already molding with one another, his teeth scraping against your most sensitive spots, almost digging, eating, tasting.
and you want to let go, allow him to give you every last thing heâs holding onto, be selfish and take it all for yourself.
but you canât when you know this is just another one of his escapes. heâs using this moment to drown out the chaos in his mind, to run from his pain, to bury his burdens and get high on a dopamine rush.
âbaby, waitââ in between gasps, you manage to get your voice out, but its whisper doesnât seem to reach jeonggukâs ears, his long digits boring holes in the flesh of your bare thighs, prickling with goosebumps at his feverish touch.
in your own daze, you carefully take a hold of his face in your palms, lifting him up from the devoting motion of his lips on the edge of your shoulder, and the look in his eyes is hazed, inhebriated on the the burning of your skin under him, but itâs tinged with desperation.
behind his orbs thereâs no other thought but to chase you, his only refuge, and your sweet smile only aggravates his crazed desire, trying to catch your mouth with his before you open it to speak, âi donât want us to do this while youâ youâre still mentally fragile.â
your worry is laced with love, itâs clear from the way it spills out of you, seeps from your delicate touch on his cheeks. but jeonggukâs eyes still widen in shock and shame, orbs shaking with panic.
his brows furrow in an attempt to conceal his turbulent emotions, but the city lights continuously flashing through the car windows only accentuate the glistening under his eyelids. he stammers, âiâ iâm notâ iâm⌠please. donât reject me.â
the plea is shaky, and it makes your pulse race with agitation, fingers grasping his jaw with more intent as youâre quicker on your words than your own thoughts, âoh, honey, iâm not. look at me, please,â the way he flickers his gaze down only makes more panic flood in your veins, and you frantically search for him.
you manage to sound stable, whispered words fanning over his lips, âi just want whatâs best for you, okay? do you trust me?â
he seems to lean into your touch, looking up at you through his lashes, brows still betraying him with the way theyâre drawn up in sorrow. he hums in agreement.
you smile reassuringly, âperfect. then, iâll tell you what weâre gonna do, hm?â when he nods, you continue, brushing his hair back through your calm words, âwe get to my flat. take a hot shower. i make us something warm to eat. and then, if you still want to, iâm all yours. in our bed. sound good?â
our bed. the flicker in your boyfriendâs face doesnât go missed. itâs fond, it softens his eyes, and it rushes down to his lips, struggling not to break into a grin. he pouts to hide it, and you can see heâs still ashamed by his earlier rush, his response muffled, âokay. i love you. iâm sorry.â
you coo, pulling his head to rest on your chest, drawing comforting strokes along his damp back, âi love you more. you did nothing wrong, baby.â
the both of you stay like that for a while. his cheek is squished against your breasts, lips parting to release quiet huffs, and your soothing motions run down his arm.
the quiet moment is interrupted by jeonggukâs phone ringing once again, loud and persisent, for the nth time in less than half a hour. he doesnât even glance at the device when declining the call, and you catch the name flashing before the screen goes black.
itâs his coach calling. you stay quiet as he shuts off his phone completely, tossing it onto the empty seat next to him.
only a few moments pass before he looks up at you, his expression hesitant, a timid smile trying to mask the uncertainty in his eyes. you return his gaze with quiet confidence, nodding subtly, letting him know that youâre here with himâ no matter what.
right now, all that matters is that jeongguk feels safe in your arms. you donât care about the consequences he might face tomorrow. youâll be there for him, just as you are now, when he needs you the most.
the moment you both step in your apartment, shoes messily discarded at the entrance (youâll make sure to take care of his boots later), he trails after you like a lost puppy. he becomes your shadow, mirroring your every step with big eyes and a natural pout.
âtake your uniform off, baby,â you gently instruct him while letting the water run from the shower head, adjusting the temperature until itâs hot enough for the both of you.
he slumps over on the toilet lid, eyes never leaving you as you move around the bathroom. when he lets them travel down your figure, a low groan escapes him.
you look so good in your skirt, the high socks triggering a weird, primal instinct in him, stirring dark fantasies that have him wishing youâd let him take you right there on the sink.
but he knows better than to mess with the plan you set earlier in his car for the both of you to enjoy the night, so he only allows himself to play with you a little, âcan you do it for me? iâm tired.â
he really does seem tired, the exhaustion visible from the way his hands tremble slightly and his eyelids drop, but the look only adds to the lazy smirk spreading on his pierced lips. he knows what heâs truly asking for.
you narrow your gaze at him only to roll your eyes when he doesnât look like heâs going to surrender any soon, grin only widening, and you pull him up by the jersey.
he complies, brows wiggling in teasing disobedience, looking down at you from his taller stance, âwoah, commanding. i like it.â
âshut up,â you only murmur as you hastily strip off his sweaty uniform, throwing it right in the laundry bin. you leave him in his high socks and boxers, smacking his round ass playfully, âtake these off yourself, mister.â
heâs ready to protest, to demand your touch back on him, but you shoot him a look with your raised eyebrows, âah-ah. câmon, and get in the shower, iâll bring your change.â
before he can respond, you leave the bathroom. he whines childishly, slipping off his underwear along with the uncomfortable socks, adding them to the pile in the basket under the sink. he yells over the sound of running water, âyouâre coming too, right?â
âyes!â you quickly call out from the bedroom, voice raised to reach him over the distance.
you know how difficult your boyfriend can beâ if he hasnât come to drag you in yet, youâre at least hoping heâs taken off the rest of his clothes. you foolishly hope heâs already in the shower, though the chances are slim if heâs not completely sure youâll be joining him.
thatâs why you move fast, grabbing his change of clothes from the drawer where you keep all his left-behind things. in your rush, you take one of his oversized t-shirt and a pair of boxers for yourself, too.
when you return to the bathroom, youâre not surprised to find jeongguk standing in the middle of it, bare and waiting for you. his eyes light up when he sees you, taking the clothes from your hold and placing them on the counter, âi was about to come and get you.â
you scoff lightly, trying to fight the smile tugging at the corners of your mouth, but itâs no use. especially when he reaches out to pull you closer, fingers working at the zip of your skirt and sliding it off with ease, his own grin warm on his expression.
you gently push him toward the shower, pretending to scold him, âi can do this myself, thank you. now get in, silly.â
with a disappointed, and very adorable huff, he finally obeys, stepping under the hot steam of water. you can tell by the subtle way his shoulder relax that the heat soothes him, but the tension doesnât completely ease from his muscles.
he tracks your movements attentively, taking in the way you strip yourself completely bare, and only when you step in the small cabin and close the sliding window door behind you he sighs in relief.
jeongguk engulfs you immediately, positioning you both directly under the cascade of water. it blurs your vision slightly, your bangs flattening on your forehead.
you push them out of the way, your hands then finding his own hair to slick it back, allowing you to see the fondness in his eyes clearly.
you look up at him through wet lashes, chin placed on his toned chest, and his own is dipped low to meet your gaze, take in the smile spreading and making your dimples show.
it grows bigger when he sheepishly scrunches his nose, the love seeping from your orbs suddenly overwhelming, and you press a gentle kiss to his adamâs apple before pulling yourself away, voice a whisper, âlet me take care of you.â
jeongguk doesnât argue, complying when you ask to hand you his shampoo. youâd originally bought it as a joke during one of your grocery runs together, picking it off the shelf with a laugh and pointing out the labelâ johnsonâs baby shampoo, made with honey and wheat extracts, and on sale too. youâd exclaimed how it was so jeongguk, and heâd let you try it on him as soon as you got home.
the joke had stuck, and to your surprise, he ended up liking it more than you did. now, it was the only shampoo you used on him whenever he stayed at your place, a small tradition between the two of you.
as you work it into his damp hair, jeonggukâs eyelids flutter shut. he eases into your touch, body going loose as your fingers massage his scalp with the perfect amount of pressure, the kind that always seems to make him melt, the one that could immediately put him to sleep.
you wash it off and repeat the motion once more, taking your time. only when his hair is thoroughly cleaned do you reach for your vanilla body wash, moving on to carefully lather it over his skin.
tracing every line of his body, you watch the way he softens more with your touch, unconsciously swaying closer.
youâre slow, deliberate in your motions, letting your hands run over his shoulders, down his arms, across his chest. his skin is warm and slick under your palms, and every now and then he lets out a contented sigh.
the sounds get fuller when you finally reach his back. you press a little harder, working out the knots you can feel lingering there. he groans softly, his head falling forward slightly, droplets of water dripping from his hair onto your face.
âfeel good?â you ask quietly, your voice barely audible over the sound of the water.
he nods, his voice low and drowsy. âyeah, feels amazing.â
his moans grow unrestrainedly louder, eyes rolling back, and you would tease him for it if the sight of him like this wasnât having its own effect on you.
biting your lip, you press your fingers deeper into his muscles, and suddenly his hands grip your waist, tight enough to startle you.
it has your mouth opening unconsciously, brows furrowed at the sensitivity. you almost give in when his palms slip further down, resting on the curve of your ass, and for a moment you consider the temptation, but the triumphant smirk on his face immediately pulls you out of your daze. your own fingers work to move his hands to rest at your shoulders.
you manage to sound stable, but you can feel the slight shake in your voice, âhands up here, mister.â
âoh, câmon,â he has the audacity to whine, the sound muffled by his pouty, and so inviting lips.
you almost cave at the sight of him, his eyes wide and pleading. but you know better. if you let him push the boundaries now, things wonât stop here, and the careful rhythm youâve set will be forgotten.
itâs not just him youâre trying to hold backâ itâs yourself too, especially when his gaze almost breaks through your resolve.
you shake your head, trying to gather your composure, suddenly turning off the water and sliding the shower door open.
jeongguk groans in protest at the contrasting cold air hitting his skin, but you promptly step out to reach for your bathrobe and wrap it around him.
pout stubborn on his lips, he follows you out the shower, but instead of arguing further, he surprises you by engulfing you both in the same robe, pressing his chest against your back.
his arms circle you, and he starts rubbing the spongy material of his sleeves against your body, trying to dry you both at once.
you snort, amused by his antics, âwhat are you doing?â
âiâm drying us.â
âthis will take us foreverââ
âno, see? iâm already done,â with ease, he slips out of the robe, laying it over your shoulders and tying the belt snugly around you.
then he casually walks over to grab his change of clothes, pulling the t-shirt over his head despite the fact that his hair is still dripping with water.
you roll your eyes at the sight of it soaking into the fabric and gently push him to sit on the toilet lid, âdonât move. youâre still wet, god.â
âthatâs what she said,â he wiggles his brows, eyes gleaming with immature delight as he grins mischeviously.
you sigh, struggling not to laugh at his pun. instead, you wordlessly grab the hairdryer and start running it through his damp locks.
he obediently leans into you, closing his eyes and resting his head against your chest as your fingers run along his hair. the warmth from the device makes him nuzzle even closer, his posture fully relaxed between your legs.
once his hair is dry and his clothes no longer clinging to his skin, you finally shut off the hairdryer, giving his now fluffy locks a final pat.
the time it took to dry jeongguk allowed the bathrobe to work its magic on you too. you quickly slip into his boxers and one of his many stussy t-shirts you picked randomly, tying a towel around your hair.
you prepare to head out of the bathroom, but before you can his hand gently stops you, gripping your forearm, suddenly towering over you when he stands up, âwhere are you going?â
âto make us dinner.â
âiâll do it. you should dry your hair, or else youâll get a headache.â
âbutââ
âno but. you already did enough, baby. iâm okay, i swear,â his voice softens, and the fond look in his eyes makes it clear he wonât let you argue further. he doesnât even let you respond, stepping out of the room and heading to the kitchen.
a smile tugs at your lips, and you take a deep breath, the comforting scent of vanilla and honey still lingering after he leaves.
youâve always appreciated jeonggukâs attention to detail. he knows how long it takes you to care for your thick, long hair and also remembers the countless nights you complained about your head hurting from leaving it damp. he always listens, even to the smallest things.
twenty minutes later, youâre warm and dry, stepping into the kitchen where the delicious smell of soup greets you. jeongguk is behind the stove, stirring a pot and softly whistling as he tends to another pan on the burner.
when he notices you, his eyes brighten, trailing over your legs and the way his t-shirt sits just above your thighs, revealing glimpses of his boxers. as you approach, he grins, âwhatâs a pretty woman like you doing here, alone?â
youâve been with him long enough to know this is just the start of one of his playful roleplays, so of course you instantly know your line, âi have a boyfriend, actually.â
âoh, really? is he here too? can he fight?â his voice drops lower with every step you take towards him, with the last words coming out as a growl as you stand in front of him, looking up into his eyes.
you snort, âyouâre so dumb.â
he stays in character, raising his eyebrows, âno, tell me. can he?â
you hum thoughtfully, pursuing your lips as you pretend to consider, your eyes wandering before settling on his again, âyes. heâll break your nose.â
he chuckles, feigning surprise, âgod, he sounds tough.â
âhe is.â
with an arm snaking around your waist, he pulls you closer, his lips brushing your ear, nose tickling your lobe, and he whispers, âbut i just want you so bad, young lady. donât tell him, hm?â
his mouth is on yours next, molding together in a sickeningly sweet, lingering kiss, and you let him find your tongue with his own, your front arching against his.
with your arms wrapped around his neck, you part slightly, your eyes jumping on every corner of his face. your voice is thick with pure love, âdo you feel better, big boy?â
jeongguk smiles, presses it against your forehead, âso much better, thanks to you. i love you.â
âi love you more,â you momentarily lose yourself in his expression, and you have to blink harshly to pull yourself out of the daze before you fall too deeply into your emotions and start waxing poetic, letting your heart run as wild as the love in your veins.
you move from his hold, busying yourself with setting the small table in your kitchen, grabbing the usual pink glass for yourself and the yellow one for him.
he chose them himself a long ago, said pink reminded him of the way you blushed at his every action, and the yellow symbolized a sunflower always turning toward its sun, because, âthatâs how iâve felt ever since i met you.â
as you arrange the glasses, you almost forget what you were about to ask, but the faint ring of your phone from the bedroom reminds you, âis your phone still off? coach has been calling me.â
his brows knit slightly, betraying his otherwise calm demeanor, but he doesn't meet your eyes, focusing instead on plating the soup. âcan weâ not talk about it? just for tonight?â
a small gasp escapes you at his quiet plea, and you rush to his side to help him, taking the plates from him and placing them gently on the table, your words hushed, âof course, baby. i was just worried you might want to hear from him. i donât care about all of that, i only care about you.â
a sheepish smile breaks through his composure, his front teeth worrying at his lip piercing. he looks up at you, lets himself be coddled by the warmth of your gaze, and he sounds just as timid as he looks, âhm. thatâs what i wanted to hear.â
you shake your head fondly at his vulnerable side, motioning for him to sit with you, âsilly. come, letâs eat, and then we can get some sleep.â
even after swallowing the burning soup, jeongguk still finds a way to tease, nudging your foot under the table with a mischievous grin.
"youâre not getting any sleep tonight," he quips, his voice low with playful intent. you roll your eyes and kick him lightly, making him yelp in exaggerated shock.
it becomes a game of back and forth, his dirty jokes pushing boundaries just enough to make you question if heâs actually serious. thereâs a part of you that selfishly hopes he means it, but the side of you that knows him inside and out knows better.
sex for jeongguk isnât just a casual thing, especially after a night like this. for the two of you, intimacy is more than physicalâ itâs an act of devotion, a way to connect deeply when words canât express everything.
itâs never about distraction or escape, but about grounding one another, the flicker of something real and tender at the core of it.
tucked under the covers, waiting for him after he convinced you he could handle the dishes himself â arguing that picking a movie was just as much work â youâre not surprised by what he says when he finally enters the room.
âbaby⌠i think iâm happy with just cuddles for tonight. that okay with you?â
you break into a big grin, brimming with unspeakable feelings for the man standing at the foot of your bed, for which you spread your arms open, âof course, sweetheart. come here, you big child.â
he doesnât need to be told twice, instantly burrowing himself against the warm sheets, intertwining his limbs with yours. he nestles his head on your chest, sighing contentedly as if heâs found the safest place, âi love you. have i said that already?â
âa million times. and iâm never sick of it.â
âsay it back.â
you snort at the insistence in his tone, words muffled by the fabric of your shirt, and your fingers unconsciously play with his straight locks as you swing one of your legs around his waist, your voice a whisper above the shuffling, âi love you more.â
he tilts his head up, chin resting on the softness of your breasts, âno, you donât.â
brushing his bangs away from his eyes, you smile fondly, âi do. believe me.â
he huffs in faux protest, narrowing his eyes. but he gives in as quickly as he tried to argue, his cheek settling back to rest just where your heart beats, its steady beat lulling him into calm along with your gentle strokes along his nape.
jeongguk doesnât resist it, doesnât fight your love. accepts it as the purest form of closure he can get for himself, âhm. okay. i love you.â
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'I get them too, sometimes'
y/n has an anxiety attack, and bff!matt calms her down the only way he can think of in the moment
vibe check: detailed anxiety attack, comforting!matt, anxious!reader, fluffy ending cute vibes all round
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A/N: WHEN WILL IT BE MY TURN anyways this is based on the iconic stydia scene where stiles has a panic attack and lydia kisses him. I was gonna do it where Matt had the anxiety attack but it felt icky so I swapped it round. as an anxious girlie this was weirdly comforting to write and PART TWO IS HERE
love and cigs, merc
The boys' house was vibrating with the thump of music from every corner. People were pouring in through the front door, all mingling in the living room as Chris' party playlist blared through the speakers. Almost everyone in the influencer space was there, and you felt like the odd one out.
The boys' had begged you to come, pulling the 'it wont be the same without you' card as they all glared at you with puppy eyes. They knew parties weren't really your thing but, it was a celebration for them hitting seven million on their youtube channel and, you knew you couldn't miss it. So after some begging and bribing with 'literally anything you want from that weird old book shop in downtown' you agreed to go.
You felt like you were wearing a sign that said, in big bold letters; 'I don't belong here' as you lent against the kitchen counter, nursing some liquid courage. Chris was on the sofa, his laughter booming over the music as he sat with Nate and some boys you didn't recognise. Nick was at the drink station, making cocktails with the girls, pretending to be a bartender as he tired, and failed, at bar flares, making everyone around him curl over with laughter, as usual. Matt was on the other side of the kitchen, talking to some people about whatever show he was obsessed with at the moment and peering over at you occasionally to make sure you were okay.
More and more people started to pile into the house, more people than you even thought they knew, and at the sight of tens of faces you didn't know, a tight feeling started to form in your chest. You knew you were okay, because you had the boys, but they were off mingling and doing their rounds and you didn't exactly want to follow them around like a lost puppy.
You put your drink down, walking over to the sink to fill a red cup with water, your hand shaking slightly as you brought the cup to your mouth. You took a gulp and closed your eyes, taking a deep breath in and reminding yourself that you were fine, and you were in the boys' house. You knew that they wouldn't invite anyone that they didn't trust in their home and just kept reminding yourself of that.
An already drunk and giggly girl barged into the kitchen, flayling about without a care in the world as she backed up into you, knocking your drink from your hand and nearly pushing you into the sink.
"oh, shit, m'so sorry babe" she said as you turned around slightly. She placed a soft hand on your shoulder and squeezed it, "oh my god you're so pretty what the fuck!" she squealed, "m'sorry for spilling your drink" she slurred, sauntering away as you forced a smile.
Despite the somewhat sweet interaction, something about it made your fingers go numb, your chest tightening at the feeling of your wet shirt clinging to your skin. The walls started to close in and you felt as if you could feel the world turning on its axis. Your breath felt like sand paper against your throat as you tried to steady your rapid heart rate and failed.
You pushed your way through the crowds of people and b-lined for Matt's room, your knees nearly buckling under you as you desperately tried to calm your breathing.
As if he could feel your energy change, Matt instinctively looked for you in the crowd, catching a glimpse of your frame as you ducked between people, near enough running to his room.
"I'll be right back" he said to the guy in front of him, placing his drink down and following you through the crowd, calling out your name as he did.
You fumbled at the door handle, pushing yourself inside Matts room as your vision began to blur. Your chest was heaving up and down with rapid breaths, every inhale felt nearly impossible and everything around you was pulsating, your vision turning to a fishbowl as you clawed at your chest.
"y/n/n" Matt entered the room, searching for you in the dim light.
You turned to face him, your eyes brimming with tears as you pressed hard fingers into your sternum, Matts eyes widened at the sight of you and he shut the door, coming to you in an instant, gentle hands on your shoulders as he tried to keep them in one place.
"hey, hey, you're okay, you're okay" He repeated, knowing immediately what was happening.
"I can't - I can't breathe" you stuttered out, pleading eyes burning holes into his. Your knees buckled from under you, feeling like the world was shifting under your feet.
Matt followed you to the floor, hands still gripping your shoulders. "Its okay, breathe with me, okay?" He said, taking a long inhale and encouraging you to copy him, his eyes baring into yours.
You tried to mimic his movements, a shaky breath rattling through your nose. Matt breathed out, nodding as he did and you did the same, the feeling in your chest only worsening, it felt like someone had tied a belt round your shoulders, and was pulling it closed as tight as they could around your chest, watching with a smile as the breath left your lungs.
You clenched your eyes closed and shook your head, "s'not working, Matt, nothing is working" a small sob left you as you grew more and more frustrated.
His jaw clenched at the sight of your shaking frame, feeling utterly helpless as you clawed at your chest. He brought his hands to cup your cheeks, bringing your head up to look at him.
"Its okay, y/n, m'right here, I'm right here" he poured into you, not letting you break eye contact as he tried to breathe as slowly as possible.
His thumbs stroked soft touches against your cheek, his eyes racing around your face as you desperately tried to catch your breath. Your eyes flitted back and forth between his, searching for solace in his face, feeling like the walls were closing in around you. Matts eyes fell to your lips, and quickly met your eyes once more. Your brows furrowed in frustration, eyes running circles around his features as his lips parted slightly.
Before you could register what was happening, Matt pulled you into him, crashing his lips against yours in a soft yet strong kiss.
Your eyes widened at the feeling, Matts soft lips pressed against yours as he held you tight against his face. After a moment in the embrace, your shoulders relaxed and your eyes closed, and you started to kiss him back, your arms limp by your sides.
In that moment, you felt as if nothing mattered. Your heart rate slowed and you took a calm, steady breath in through your nose. Matt pulled away from the kiss, hands still wrapped around your face as you took a long breath out through your parted mouth. Matts eyes fluttered open and he let his hands drop down to his knees. Your eyes met his, slow breaths engulfing your lungs.
"h - how did you do that?" you asked in a breathy tone
"I um - I saw somewhere that the best way to stop a panic attack is by holding your breath, so" he muttered, averting his gaze from yours.
"so, when you kissed me" you began to speak
"you held your breath" he looked back up at you, bringing his lips inside themselves, the taste of your lip balm dancing on his tongue.
You smiled, a final, relieved breath leaving your lips as you stared into him.
"thankyou" your gaze was soft and utterly grateful, doe eyes pouring into his as he shuffled where he sat.
"of course" he shrugged, looking down to the floor
You sat in silence for a moment, not a trace of awkwardness hung in the air.
"I get them too, sometimes" Matt said as he toyed with a piece of lint on the floor.
"you do?" you said, still looking at him
"mhm" he nodded, meeting your eye-line, slightly taken back by you already looking at him, "feels like the whole world is crumbling around you, shits' not fun"
"yeah" you chuckled, relaxing where you sat.
"d'you - do you wanna hang out in here for a bit? I can stay with you" Matt said, his eye contact wavering at the offer only to return to you once more.
"oh you don't - you don't have to do that, Matt, you'll miss your party" you shook your head.
"I don't really like parties anyway" he replied, "I'd honestly rather sit here with you on the floor all night" he chuckled, gesturing to the floor.
You smiled as a soft laugh left your nose, "okay" you said.
"yeah?" his head shot up to meet your gaze.
"yeah." you nodded
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Hi! I love your blog!! Can I request a female driver x f1 grid, where she gets her first win and all the drivers are so happy for her as sheâs the paddock princess, maybe when sheâs doing her interviews many drivers come over to her and congratulate her and they talk highly of her in their interviews too? Thank u, keep up the amazing work!!đ
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The first victory
The sun hung low over the track, painting the sky in hues of gold and orange as the final lap of the race came to a thrilling conclusion. The Aston Martin car, gleaming in its iconic green, roared down the straightaway with unmatched speed. All eyes were on Y/N, the team's rising star and the paddock's beloved princess. As she crossed the finish line, the world erupted with cheers.
"Y/N wins her first race!" the commentator's voice boomed over the loudspeakers. "What a sensational performance! Y/N takes her maiden victory, and it's Aston Martin on top!"
Inside her cockpit, Y/N could hardly believe it. She was overwhelmed with a rush of adrenaline, relief, and sheer joy. Her radio buzzed with the jubilant voice of her race engineer, Michaela.
"Y/N, you did it! You won! That was incredible! You are a race winner!"
Y/N couldn't contain her emotions. "Oh my god, we did it! We actually did it! Thank you so much, team! The car was perfect today. I can't believe this!" Her voice broke with happy tears as she crossed the finish line.
As she pulled into parc fermĂŠ, she could already see the sea of green uniforms waiting for her. The Aston Martin crew, usually composed and professional, was now a mass of cheering, fist-pumping celebration. She parked her car and clambered out, pulling off her helmet to reveal her beaming face. The noise was deafening; her team surrounded her, lifting her onto their shoulders as if she were royalty.
"Y/N! Y/N!" they chanted, their pride and admiration radiating.
Michaela, her race engineer, hugged her tightly. "You were flawless out there. Absolutely flawless."
Y/N, still catching her breath, grinned. "I couldnât have done it without you guys. This one is for all of us!"
Before she could process what was happening, the other drivers began streaming in, each wanting to congratulate her on this monumental achievement. Lewis was the first to arrive, jogging over and giving her a massive hug.
"Well done, princess!" Lewis grinned, using the nickname the entire paddock had affectionately given her. "That was some of the best driving Iâve ever seen. You deserved this more than anyone."
Y/N laughed, playfully punching him on the shoulder. "Thank you, Lewis. That means a lot coming from you."
Max, who finished in third, made his way over next, pulling Y/N into a hug. "That was incredible, kid! I was pushing so hard to catch you, but you were just too fast. That last stint? Perfect."
Y/Nâs smile widened. "Max, you kept me on my toes the whole race. I kept looking in my mirrors and thinking, âPlease, not today!â" They both laughed, a shared camaraderie between rivals.
Charles joined the growing circle, clapping his hands before enveloping Y/N in a warm embrace. "You did it! You showed everyone today what youâre made of. Iâm so proud of you, chĂŠri."
Pierre Gasly chimed in, giving her a quick side hug. "Youâre amazing, Y/N. Itâs been a long time coming, and today was your day. Youâre unstoppable."
Y/N was overwhelmed by the affection and admiration pouring in from all sides. Every driver in the paddock had a soft spot for her, and today, they all showed it without reservation.
Her interviews began shortly after, and as she spoke, drivers kept wandering over, interrupting to offer their congratulations. Daniel, always the joker, nudged her as he walked by, wearing a wide grin. "You know, if you keep driving like that, Iâm going to have to start calling you Queen Y/N."
Y/N laughed, shaking her head. "Oh, stop it, Danny. But thank you. That means a lot."
As she continued with her media duties, the praise didnât stop. George in his own interview, couldn't help but beam when asked about her performance. "Y/N is not just a phenomenal driver; sheâs an incredible person. She works so hard, and seeing her finally get that win... I think weâre all just so happy for her. Sheâs truly the paddock princess."
Checo added in his segment, "Sheâs shown time and time again that sheâs got what it takes. To see her standing on the top step today, itâs special. Sheâs the pride of the paddock."
Especially Fernando, one of the most experienced drivers on the grid, was full of admiration. "Sheâs a star. Iâve said it from the beginning. Sheâs got the talent, the dedication, and today, she put it all together perfectly. This is just the start for her."
When it was finally Y/Nâs turn to address the cameras, she tried to keep her composure, but the emotions were too overwhelming. "I just want to thank my team, my family, and every single person whoâs supported me. Itâs been a tough journey, but today⌠today made it all worth it."
As she spoke, Carlos and Lando popped into her interview, both grinning ear to ear.
Lando, ever the playful one, said, "Y/N, youâve got to teach us how to drive like that. Seriously, weâre all just trying to catch up to you now."
Carlos nodded in agreement. "Yeah, weâre going to need some lessons. Youâre the real deal, hermosa."
She laughed, shaking her head. "Stop it, you guys! But honestly, thank you. You all mean the world to me."
The drivers couldnât hide their affection. They each gave her one last hug, congratulating her again before letting her continue. Even in their own interviews, her name was on everyoneâs lips.
Lewis, when asked about Y/Nâs victory, said, "Sheâs a trailblazer. Thereâs no other way to put it. The way she carries herself, her determinationâsheâs an inspiration, not just to women in motorsport but to all of us. Sheâs the paddock princess, and today, she proved why."
Max added, "Sheâs one of the most dedicated drivers out here. We all see how hard she works, and to see her win... it just feels right. Weâre all proud of her."
The day was a celebration, not just for Aston Martin, but for the entire paddock. Y/N had earned every bit of praise, every hug, and every kind word. As the cameras clicked and the champagne flowed, she stood on the podium, looking out at the cheering crowd, her fellow drivers waving at her from below.
For once, the paddock princess had her crown. And everyoneâdrivers, teams, and fans alikeâcouldn't have been happier for her.
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Telling Hugh Dancy about trans masc Will and more...
As some of you already know by now, I went to Boston Fanexpo this past weekend for another stop on the unofficial Hannibal 2024 Reunion Tour.
I had planned to do autographs on the Friday before the Hannibal panel and had brought some gifts for Hugh which included a copy of Adapt. Evolve. Become: The Genderqueer Fandom of NBC's Hannibal, which I compiled and edited last year. I also got him to sign my own copy (above).
It all moved quite quickly, but I did have the chance to explain that it's a volume by and about trans, non-binary, and genderqueer Fannibals that includes art, fics, essays, and personal pieces. He seemed intrigued and I said I hope he'd have the chance to read it and that the art isn't explicit/sexual but some of the fics are - he laughed and said he appreciated the warning.
It was all quite the whirlwind, especially after coming all the way from the UK, so I was absolutely mortified when I remembered the next morning that I had talked with a few trans Fannibals who had specifically asked me to let him know that he/Will is a trans icon. So I went back up to see him again on the Saturday morning when it wasn't too busy (and get more stuff signed) and this is what happened:
[I wrote notes down right after so this is as close an account I can get without having filmed it!].
Me: I saw you yesterday Hugh: I remember (smiley-friendly) Me: I gave you a book Hugh: I remember (smiley-friendly) Me: well, I forgot to tell you. A few trans Fannibals reached out to me to tell you that Will is a trans icon to them and we all love you for it. Hugh was surprised (in a nice way) and I was pretty much going to walk away then - job done and feeling like time for me to stop bothering Hugh lol. But before I could walk away he sort of held out his hand to stop me and said something along the lines of - I don't mean this in a disrespectful way, don't take it the wrong way... I'm genuinely curious- I get that it can be about identity- but what is the connection to Will and being trans? Luckily - my essay in the book is exactly about how Will can be read as trans, so I sort of gave him a summary of that. I explained that (obviously) both Will and Hannibal can be read as queer, and that - especially as both characters have dominant masculine and feminine traits, it's also easy to read them both as trans or in some way genderqueer. He was nodding and agreeing, so I further explained that with Hannibal, he is fully formed - he's already whatever he is - which Hugh also agreed with. But that Will is still becoming, still transitioning and therefore can be more relatable to trans fans who see that journey in themselves. So although it's not necessarily the same journey - there is enough to it that it resonates with trans people. I said that in the show there is also the added bonus of Will being seen and accepted for who he is, just as trans people wish to be. He was nodding along and agreeing with me and then he thanked me for explaining that. It was pretty quiet previously but I'd been there a few minutes so the queue was building up a little but he was so focused on me - so genuinely intent on hearing what I had to say and learning more. SO I CARRIED ON. (lols) I explained to him that it goes further than the show, that we have found a community in the fandom and that many trans people have a catalyst in their life that sparks their journey - like Will had in his friendship with Hannibal. For us it might be a person, an event, or even a TV show. I explained how the fandom are so supportive of trans people - that we are SEEN. That I for one wouldn't have been able to afford top surgery without the kind donations of Fannibals back when I was not in a good place (mentally or financially). That we all help each other and for some of us that has been life-saving. He did the hand on heart thing and said "wow" and was clearly moved. I said to him that so much of this is in the book, that I completely understand if he doesn't want to read the fanfic, but I really hope that he will at least read each of the personal pieces - that each of the fics and art also have a little write up from their creator about what the show and/or fandom has meant to them and their gender journey - how important this has been in our lives. He repeated a couple of times that he would definitely read it. I thanked him and he held out his hand and gave me the most genuine hand shake I've had in my life.
I want to really stress here how much this was instigated by Hugh. That he really wanted to know more and understand and didn't even look at the slowly growing queue but was instead intently focused on knowing more about the trans Fannibals and about why this show and the characters mean so much to us.
I then went off and spoke with a few Fannibal friends in the queue before getting around the corner to another Fannibal friend and having a bit of an emotional moment/breakdown. I can't even explain how grateful I am that he gave me the opportunity to explain all this to him. And I was especially glad I got to tell that Will is a trans icon because I'd have felt terrible if I'd have not done that after people had asked!! Thank you for trusting me to pass that message on for you!
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I know for many of you Adapt. Evolve. Become: The Genderqueer Fandom of NBC's Hannibal might have gone a little under the radar. So here is some more about that >>
It was compiled last year for Trans Hanni Day, edited by Max Turner of (and in conjunction with) A Coup of Owls Press - and published under Max's ACoO imprint.
It features essays, personal pieces, fanart and fanfic by and about trans, non-binary, genderqueer and otherwise non-cis Fannibals.
IT IS FREE TO DOWNLOAD, however we ask that if you do that, please consider donating to one of the linked trans orgs if you can afford to (or a similar organisation/charity of your choice).
It can be purchased on Amazon, however, as the proceeds go to charity, and Amazon only gives royalties, more is earned/given if bought directly via Max's shop.
Dearest trans Fannibals, please know that YOU ARE SEEN!
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Be a Lighthouse - Fight For OFMD Season 3
Hi everyone. The news of our cancellation is both incredibly devastating, and quite shocking considering the trajectory of the show and its fanbase. Everything looked like it was lining up in a positive fashion...only for the rug to get yanked out from under us.
I cried. I went numb. I stared at the wall for a while.
But then, something sparked. Like Ed who was resolved to his fate in S1Ep4 only to rocket back upwards, I was struck with a realization: we need to be a lighthouse!
Fanbases have campaigned before, and have gotten results. Sense8 was able to get a two hour finale to properly wrap everything up. Lucifer was able to get picked up by Netflix after being cancelled by Fox. Brooklyn 99 was able to get picked up by NBC after being cancelled by Fox. And many more examples.
Be it a proper renewal, a finale wrap that entails Ed and Stede's wedding, or the attention from another network, I say we fight that good fight. So, here are some ways we can be heard; if you think of any additional points, please feel free to add them!
If you don't cancel your Max Subscription, continue watching the show and leaving feedback on Max's online feedback form. I had a kneejerk reaction when cancellation was announced and pulled the plug...only to sit back and reconsider. I want them to still get my metrics. I want them to still see the show means something to me. And whether that's through words or statistics, I feel like that's something.
2. Follow @renewasacrew and keep up with their resources/campaigns. They're very active and passionate, and have already come up with different ways to fight for our show.
3. Sign the petition to give us just that little bit more of a chance to have our voices heard.
4. Stay active on social media, and stay positive. Continue sharing how much this show means to us. Continue creating. Continue loving. Use hashtags like-
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or anything equivalent on any and all OFMD-related posts. Keep the buzz about it going on social media. Comment on posts, keep spreading the word, and get the light burning.
5. Renewasacrew has given us another outlet; an official HBO email address. Write an email detailing your personal experience with this show, and how significant a third season would be.
6. Tweet/email other platforms to pique their interest. Be it Amazon Prime, Hulu, Netflix, or whoever else, let's see if we can't catch someone else's attention. A romcom with iconic LGBT representation seems pretty enticing if you ask me!
This show means the world to me. Y'all mean the world to me. So let's show them why. Let's show them why, and get the proper ending we, the cast and crew, and the characters all deserve.
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Kabru is such a brilliantly written character, one of the best in Dungeon Meshi (which is a high bar as it is, most of the main cast are similarly genius).Â
His thing is that he is very friendly and nice confident and maxed out his charisma stat, but is also kinda ambitious and manipulative. But not in an overtly malicious way. Which kinda scares me.
The most impressive thing about him, writing wise, is that itâs all show-donât-tell. He very frequently uses his charm and empathy and understanding of how people think in really clever ways.
Weâre often walked through his thought process of how he does these social deductions. Weâre never told heâs scarily charismatic, besides other characters reacting to him being scarily charismatic.
Kabru is a natural-born leader and social engineer with superlative skills in both, which makes him the perfect foil for Laios, whoâs too autistic and unambitious that heâs not even the de facto leader of his own party that heâs the official leader of. Heâs so bad at leadership that his party just, sort of, doesnât have a leader. They just kinda argue and do stuff.
Whatâs also neat, and perfectly inline with Meshiâs general theme of clever and logical subversions of fantasy tropes, is that Kabruâs character design in no way clues us in on this fundamental character trait of his.
Heâs sort of a human fighter / knight archetype, which in the language of fantasy RPGs is a class most would associate with being a white bread jock, chivalrousness optional.
(Laios subverts the same trope in the same way. Itâs really funny that the walking exposition dump of the group looks like the character creator default preset specâd as the most generic class available.)
If Kabru was a bard or noble and Laios a wizard, their character traits would be far less interesting
Even better is that we would expect someone who looks like Laios to have Kabruâs personality, and vice versa. Their character designs are flipped; the confident super charismatic leader is a short wide-eyed twink, while the slightly naive and very autistic monster enthusiast is a tall conventionally attractive Aryan lookinâ mf.
(see what I mean by Kabru being such a good foil for Laios?? No wonder everyone ships them, theyâre perfect for each other!)
Yet, their designs also work for them. Kabru just has a face thatâs easy to talk to, his piercing blue eyes and curly hair gives him a false sense of naĂŻvetĂŠ, while his iconic đď¸đď¸ expression hints that thereâs actually quite a bit going on inside his head. Meanwhile, Laios believably looks like someone who doesnât know what hair conditioner is. His armorâs collar gorget thing is also pretty dorky.
You canât trust people like that (I mean overly charismatic people with a manipulative streak, not blue-eyed twinks) because you canât know what their real motives are. You canât know they arenât pretending, you canât know they arenât trying to or havenât already manipulated you. How could you? When he has so much more social intelligence than you do, average socially awkward Tumblr user? Heâs touched all the grass!
In episode 16 (spoilers, btw) Kabru finally meets Laiosâs party, who heâs been trying to find and fight for the better part of the season, and he just decides that no confrontation is necessary. Like, immediately upon meeting the guy. Just from how Laios looked at him. He figures that since Laios didnât seem to recognize him, they either have never met meaning he has the wrong guy, or Laios forgot meaning he didnât think itâd be a big deal, meaning the treasure was a trap or something. Which is pretty in line with Kabruâs established ability to always roll nat 20s for every charisma and deductive reasoning check, so cool.
But he doesnât even seem curious about which of those cases is true. (He might be interested to find out some of the treasure wasnât dangerous, but accidentally got thrown off a bridge). Much to Rinâs dismay, heâd rather just not bring it up because that could upset the leader of the party he might be working with for the foreseeable future.
Actions speak louder than words. So, all we really learn in this scene is that Kabruâs goals and M.O. can change on a dime, and that he values reputation and political capital more than money and vengeance. More than his own partyâs desire for those things. Not only is he someone with a silver tongue, but he knows its value and is determined to use it at every opportunity.
Kabru and his party might not be very good at fighting or surviving in the dungeon, in fact their frequent TPKs are a running gag. But, he also doesnât need to be when he can just manipulate Laiosâ and Shuroâs much more proficient parties into helping him.
So far, Kabru seems like the most likely one to become king of the dungeon or whatever the mcguffin is. He is the only protagonist so far who has said thatâs an actual goal of his. Heâs said that he doesnât think someone like Laios who isnât a born leader should get it.
In fact, Kabru seems to have very strong opinions on what kinds of people should be allowed to adventure in the dungeon, evidenced by the fact that he murdered an entire party over it, justified or not. Kabru seems to think that Kabru is such a leader, and heâs probably right about that, but what kind of leader?Â
What would Kabru do with that kind of power if he gets it? Because Iâm not sure. All I know is that he is the kind of person with the ability to use real political power to its full potential. For good, or for very, very bad.
Iâm not saying that Kabru is evil or that heâs secretly gonna be the surprise villain. I dunno, I havenât read the manga. He could just be a nice guy thatâs just, like, is like that. Everything heâs done could be justified by the explanations heâs given. He actually reminds me a lot of one of my IRL friends, and Iâd trust him with my life.
But, I canât help but feel a distinct sense of unease whenever heâs on-screen. I try not to trust confident natural-born leaders like him right out of the gate. I donât like that our instinct as humans is to blindly follow them without thinking about it.
Tyrants and psychopaths also use confidence and charm and a friendly demeanor to make people think theyâre a good guy, while manipulating everyone into thinking their self-serving actions are altruistic. Benevolent, confident, skilled leaders do exist. But there exists many more snakes wearing their skin. Wolves rarely bother with sheepâs clothing, they dress as shepherds and sheepdogs.
Anyway, my point is that I think itâs kinda neat that itâs possible to overthink this much about a character whose probably just a nice guy that is the mirror opposite of an autistic person. Writing that kind of ambiguity is hard, and employing it in this way is inspired.
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Ok, so I wanted to do a deeper dive into this particular passage of Good Omens:
For context, this is at the climax of the book, theyâre at Tadfield airbase, the horsemen have been dispensed with, Aziraphale has his body back, and Satan is about to claw his way out of the pit.
In most of the proceeding chapters involving Crowley it talks a lot about how scared Crowley is. He is very scared of Hell.
One could perhaps say maybe he is scared of them due to The Arrangement, but that is never explicitly stated. I think it has more to do with Hell is bad, and Crowley has spent the majority of the book being yelled at by some entity through the radio or TV telling him how heâs going to be in super amounts of trouble when they get their hands on him. He is just scared of what will happen. When he comes across the book shop burning he doesnât cry for his lost friend. He curses Aziraphale, and I think itâs because the one person who may have been able to keep him safe and protected from Hell is now gone.
So when he thinks to himself (as shown in the above screen shot) that there is now nothing left for him to lose, this is why I never thought (upon reading the book the first time that is) there were any romantic feelings between him and Aziraphale. I know that technically he had already lost Aziraphale. But by this point he was back again, and back in his body. If there truly were romantic thoughts between them surely the idea of losing him again would come up.
I have read so much fanfiction, some old, some new, and what they all have in common is the detailed inner monologue of Crowleyâs turmoil over his feelings for Aziraphale and how he doesnât feel like he can act on them. In the book we get nothing of the sort, from either character. Even when theyâre separated there is hardly ever any description of them thinking of the other except occasionally to frame a short reference to something. Reading the book I never got the impression that there was anything more than two ethereal beings spending time and proximity to each other and doing work for each other for no other reason than theyâre essentially a bit lazy.
I think theyâre only queer coded for the fact that thereâs the line about Aziraphale appearing âgayer than a tree full of monkeys on nitric oxideâ, and Crowley is, well, very Freddie Mercury coded. Them being seen as gay together and all the gay slurs in the awful racist scenes of Aziraphale body hopping about in culturally indigenous people after the bookshop fire has more to do with the very typical 80âs/90âs trope of âbeing gay = comedy goldâ, than them actually being together romantically.
I think the reason why they were shipped so much after the publication however is for the same reason we ship so many male couples (or female couple) in modern media, why weâve always shipped them: because of the complete and horrid lack there of, of proper queer representation.
If youâve ever seen the magnificent Russel T Davies TV series Itâs a Sin, there is a wonderful scene where the character Ash starts a job in a school library and the headmaster asks him to go through all the books and find any book that has queer love scenes so they can be removed. Ash then gives a most beautiful and impassioned speech (albeit it turns out the speech is just in his head) of how there is nothing. Absolutely nothing. There is nothing to the point where they are nonexistent. They are invisible. They are not seen. (Or like, something to that effect. I tell you though, itâs bloody brilliant).
So I think thatâs rather the point really. You have two iconic characters, albeit supporting bit characters practically, and I think a lot of our minds automatically get drawn to wanting to put them together because of the sheer lack of queer couples. People have been doing it for years from Frodo and Sam, to Harry Potter and Draco (or Ron I guess), to Sherlock and Watson (even before the Benedict Cumberbatch show. Also as an aside letâs not get into how obsessed people got about Sherlock Holmes back in the day when those books were first published. The obsession was the reason Doyle killed the character off the in first place, then after getting letters from people telling him they were literally going to kill themselves, the reasons why he resurrected him again. Donât tell us that modern day nerds are weird and obsessive. Weâve ALWAYS been like this).
Itâs for this reason why queer representation is so god damn important. Why I still support the idea of Good Omens season 3. Because regardless of how the characters were originally intending to be represented in the book, itâs very clear now that they are so much more than âJust friendsâ. And we NEED that! Whether you subscribe to the idea that they will be physically intimate with each other, the fact remains is they love each other. They love each other immensely. And that comes from years of Terry Pratchett (and the other guy) accepting that canon and telling fans that itâs true. Because Michael Sheen made a choice and held a belief about how he saw his character and then David Tennant followed suit. That literally tens of thousands of fanfiction writers have decided the same.
So thatâs my take. I donât think loving each other was ever intended that way in the book, but in the last 35 years their story has morphed into the ineffable husbands that we now know.
What are your thoughts? Have I rambled on long enough to make any sense? Do you agree? Have I missed something completely obvious and gotten it all wrong? Keen to hear thoughts.
#good omens#book omens#crowley#aziraphale#ineffable husbands#aziracrow#good omens fandom#crowley x arizaphale#david tennant#Michael Sheen#Terry Pratchett#fire neil gaiman#good omens discussions
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Idia drabble, fluff, lots of couple banter
Your wishlist containing released games is empty.
In the next several minutes after saving a title to one, you can expect a notification that the game is getting downloaded, and a mere seconds after thatâseveral messages from your boyfriend.
âthought u would never play it lolâ
âweren't you supposed to be studying??â
He sends a meme degrading your hierarchy of values as if he were any better. It is followed by a request.
âstream it to me when you play itâ
And you do, after thanking him yet chiding him for wasting too much money on you without a second thought. His reply was a string of emojis and guarantee that he is doing it all for himself, because âeducating you on the topic of latest games is his dutyâ and he cares about âthe boyfriend pointsâ.
âI hope my loveâoâmeter for u was broken by all that pampering lmaoâ
âwaiting for my cg to load upâŚâ
[NAME]: ânot enough affection pointsâ
âdamnâ
âi need a walkthroughyt to this routeâ
Idia has you join a voice channel, with you sharing your screen. Playing a game in a separate dorm is a whole different experience than having him beside you, with his hands almost trembling to grab your controller if you couldnât get past a certain level.
He would always wait for you to ask him for help, though. Then he could let the feeling of self-satisfaction sink in as he easily guided your character to another enemy to slash.
If he only has you on the voice chat, you might be able to finish the game almost fully by yourself.
You can hear the soft sound of his keyboard as he plays something as well. He divides his attention between you and his entertainment, and he throws in commentary to your playthrough, teasing you when you canât find a secret key to the special gate, bullying you when you find the puzzles too hard, or when you pick the wrong dialogue option.
At some point, you might try to (playfully) mute his microphone, but you can only have eight seconds of silence before he hacks into the options.
âNo need to be jealous of my gaming knowledge,â he exclaims, and you know he has that big stupid grin on his face. You huff, and he hums. âBut if you want me to help, all you need to do is just ask.â
âI want to go through this game myself!â
âOkay, sure. But you know you have already missed the opportunity for the best ending, no?â He laughs. âThatâs what you get for muting me, kitten.â
No need to spoil the ending just to get back at me, youâd love to say, but you learned that the shy boy who couldnât hold your gaze several months ago is actually a big tease. You mustâve grown too much on him, as he would have continued the bickering even if you showed up in his room. No social anxiety towards youâthatâs a bit of a shame, he was cute when you first started dating.
âŚWell, Idia you know now is a cutie as well, even if he can be very annoying sometimes.
âEnough. Iâm going to play my otome games, bye.â
You log out, and shut the stream, chuckling all the time. A funny feeling tingled your heart, like always when you won (or have you?) in banter in Idia: your heart is warm enough to probably melt through the ribcage, but a subtle alarm rings in your head. Idia will probably take revenge for this.
He must already be in distress. He doesnât like you playing otome games alone, as if you could have ever preferred a 2D boy over Idia. The thought makes you laugh.
You plop on your bed, unlocking your phone and tapping an icon of the name game youâve installed. Although playing it with Idia would have been funnier, you are going to play him just out of spite.
âŚAnd after that, you will send him a wall of text about those handsome characters, because he needs to be updated on your current obsessions.
The title screen appears before everything crashes and the screen goes black. Several messages in neon-blue futuristic font colour appear one by one.
An error has occurred.
Caught exception:
Traceback (most recent call last):
File âcharactersâ, line 46, in script
File âstatsâ, line 153, in script
File âstoryâ, line 665, in script
File âachievementsâ, line 411, in log.1
File âbackup_dataâ, line 139, in log
To continue:
â[Name]-san. Please come to our dorm. My brother is moping (so he wonât be finishing his project anytime soon, which is, really bad) and I would appreciate you having mercy on him.
Once you come, I will restore your data! Itâs a promise :>
â ORTHOâ
âŚDamn those Shrouds.
#idia strikes me as a man who can play a games with you but if it's not a cozy game he will criticize you a lot#he would probably love playing with you but his inner desire for winning a game is bigger than anything#watching him play a game is a show though#bring the popcorn#he could be a popular gaming streamer if he didn't fear people irl would comment on it#idia shroud#idia shroud x reader#idia x reader#twisted wonderland x reader#twisted wonderland#twst x reader#twst#twisted wonderland imagines#twst imagines#twst idia#twst idia x reader#as a computer science student i have no idea if an error like that could occur (burning in shame)
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lady killers ËËË rafe cameron !
"man i'm a lady killer, if i want her i'mma steal her" / g-eazy
pairing. dealer!rafe cameron x innocent(ish)!reader
summary. his constant cycle of partying with privilege grants him anything he wants, until you show up to break the pattern.
contains. alcohol and drug use, tension, sexually suggestive, implied age gap, cliffhanger
the lifestyle comes with its perks, constantly surrounded by pretty girls who were more than willing to follow him upstairs. direct access to any substance he wanted, displayed messily across the polished coffee table at all times. not to mention the adrenaline-boosting boom of a surrounding party in some kid's ridiculously expensive house - thrown almost nightly.
it became a normality for him, whether or not he realized how unhealthy his habits may be. blinded by the attention, money, and already through-the-roof addition of popularity, the boy let himself be overcome by it all. but hey, isn't this how you're supposed to live life after graduation?
you, on the other hand, were never overly thrilled at the idea of occupying your time with what seemed to be an endless string of these things. that being said, it wasn't an unfamiliar scene after having wasted a couple of saturdays with friends before.
you also weren't one to deny the opportunity for a good night. which is why you didn't put up much of a fight when none other than sarah cameron insisted on your presence at a party she was hosting in her family's mansion.
she was friendly enough, but not to the extent of being by your side for the duration of the whole night because of an invite most likely given out to everyone in her contacts - that part had you a bit nervous. the idea of being stranded in a room full of highly intoxicated kids you hardly knew.
all precautions were eventually thrown out the window when you found yourself getting all dolled up in the bathroom mirror. mascara turning out perfect over a flawless base, hair down and flowing neatly, a strapless pale pink sundress you'd bought with sarah weeks ago tying it all together.
with one final application of lipgloss over expertly lined lips and a brief pose checking your reflection, you were headed out. fresh acrylics plucking your keys from the household bowl and looking down at your phone to check the time just as it rings, stopping your hand from unlocking the front door.
a sigh escapes you as you juggle everything in your hands to bring the device to your ear after blindly swiping to answer. a loud shout of your name has you flinching and furrowing your brows in confusion - and maybe annoyance. "yeah? hello?"
"c'mon, i'm outside!" a girl all but yells and it isn't until you hear a sweet, enthusiastic laugh that you recognize the voice.
"sarah?" you ask, though already having discarded the keys and slipped on your shoes lying ready by the doormat.
"let's go! i've got a party to entertain," the words are followed by the muffled sound of her shifting around, and you take it as your grace period to get outside before she takes off.
throwing open the door and hurrying down the steps of the front porch, you can't help but smile at the girl sitting in the driver's seat of a black jeep. beaming over at you, she hangs up the phone and ushers you over to the otherwise vacant car with a flailing hand.
the trip to tannyhill is filled with wide smiles and giggles over speakers blaring iconic summer songs. windows rolled down to take in an orangey-pink sky from the setting sun - which almost distracts from how sharp sarah takes what seems to be every turn in town.
the suv eventually comes to a stop after sliding down into the basement garage that screams wealth, right past all the cars lined up along the street. sarah hops out and offers a toothy grin while tossing her sunglasses in the center console.
"i'm so happy you're finally at one of my parties," she says while taking your hand and eagerly leading the way upstairs, her own dress swaying as she walks.
"me too," is all you offer in response, too entranced by the new level of rich that surrounds you while following blindly.
the mansion feels more like a maze as sarah leads you down and around hallways not yet crowded with partygoers. but, the blasting of music that vibrates the house says otherwise.
moonlight quickly replaces the sunshine, making visibility near impossible as you enter where the mass of everyone is. still hand in hand with sarah, you take the chance to look around.
between all the groups in the kitchen and on a makeshift dance floor, it's someone sitting among a circle of couches and chairs that has you doing a double take. turning back the second time is when you recognize the boy with his eyes still glued on you, wiping under his nose, to be rafe.
you don't miss the lazy smirk he shoots before sarah tugs you back to reality, finally dropping your hand and turning to stand face-to-face with the same excited smile.
"you'll be fine if i go say hi to a few people?" she asks, glancing across your face to genuinely gauge your feelings.
"'course. thanks, sarah," you answer convincingly enough that she's scurrying off to talk with whoever awaits her presence.
the best option you conclude is to go straight for the drinks. a quick scan of the counter and you're grabbing a red solo cup to fill with the first bottle you can get your hands on.
"better take slow sips of that," a voice behind you says, low and close enough to know it's you they're addressing. startled, you turn around, only to be face to face with rafe cameron. he must notice the way you tilt your head up with wide eyes, because he takes the opportunity to eye you up and step closer.
"you friends with sarah?" he asks as you set down the bottle of alcohol on the counter behind you, nodding casually - even with the way he's watching your every move so intently.
"mhm," you muster up, naturally a bit nervous standing under the mercy of 'kook prince' himself.
"yeahhh.." he draws out while taking a greedy eyeful of your whole being, tongue pressed to his cheek and making no effort to hide his arrogant smirk. there's a pause before he's nodding back towards the lounge he was previously sat without taking his eyes off you - your body. "y'wanna come with me and try the good shit?"
you look down at your cup when he taps it, swishing the cheap liquid while thinking over his offer. it doesn't take long before you're looking back up with a hesitant shake of your head and a small smile, murmuring, "don't think so.. not really my thing."
he tsks and shakes his head, taking it upon himself to ease the cup from your hand and positioning himself closer. he tilts his head to purposefully look down on you and get in your face, a smirk still present as he speaks lowly, "aww, c'mon. i'll keep you safe."
a nervous laugh and involuntary flush of your cheeks has you unable to refuse. rubbing your lip with a shy nod - admittedly not the most well-thought-out decision - and he's got a hand on your lower back to guide you, following close enough behind to allow his eyes to flicker subtly below your dress.
you approach the collection of seats, wary but not completely oblivious. rafe sits you down on a loveseat, hand moving to wrap around your waist and pull you to his side. the attention from this boy blurs the scene around you, rolled bills on the table, and various baggies with a particular white substance.
"so, um, what's the.. 'good' stuff?" you ask tentatively, looking up at him and shifting in the seat.
"'s all right here, baby," his grin is almost malicious and his eyes shamelessly drop to your lips. removing the arm around you, he spreads his legs and lifts his hips to fish for something in his back pocket.
you take the opportunity to look around at his company and it's no surprise to find topper and kelce among other random guys - even a couple girls who admittedly look a bit older than you and sarah. before processing the thought, you're looking to rafe for reassurance.
he, however, is focused intently on setting up a line of powder on your side of the table with a sharp black card. he sits back with a satisfied grin and looks over at you. "first one's free."
you stare up at him with big, cautious eyes for a moment before turning to the intimidatingly thick string of white.
he chuckles and uses a finger to smudge the neat line, collecting a less daunting amount on the digit. a nod of his head signals he wants you closer, so you do, positioning your body to face him.
snaking a hand to hold firmly behind your neck, he tilts your head back only slightly and prepares to bring his finger to your nose. a raise of his brow asks for permission and you nod.
the substance shoots through you unexpectedly quick which has you screwing your eyes shut and wincing. the reaction only amuses rafe and he moves the arm around your shoulder and tugs you into him once again.
finding solace in the embrace, you allow yourself to sink into his chest - an unsafe level of vulnerability. everything is loud, the booming of music and people feeling increasingly suffocating.
rafe laughs again, smirking in a way that now seems taunting. he takes a good look at you before leaning in to let his warm breath brush against your ear. "y'know, you're real pretty."
that's when you really think about what's happening right now. laying against rafe cameron - who for one reason or another seems to have taken a liking to you. the drug pumping through you and butterflies in your stomach has your heart beating with excitement.
it also has you fluttering your lashes up at rafe with a dopey smile, telling him all he needs to know. all it took was a dot of coke and he's got you right where he wants you.
"why don't you let me take you upstairs?" he presses in a way that shows the line has worked a million times before.
but who are you to turn him down? there's no denying how tempting he is and your attraction towards him. but instead, you shrug and look around in search of sarah.
it takes a minute before you catch her eyes and are met with a concerned yet angry expression. she's quickly by your side and pulling you up from the couch, glaring down at her brother.
"leave my friends alone, rafe." with that, sarah is tugging you away and back through the crowd. your hazy state makes it hard to resist, but you manage to look back at the boy on the couch. he's sitting back, clearly amused but not deterred.
a wink is all he gives before paying his attention back to his friends, leaving you to wonder what all of this meant.
one thing about rafe, though, is when he sets his sights on something - someone - he gets what he wants. he knows he will, and you're no exception.
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Can I hear your thoughts on calling Soshiro the wrong name? Like when I first got into the kn8 fandom, I could never get Soshiro's name right. It's always "Seishiro" as in Nagi Seishiro from Blue Lock đ. I wonder what his reaction would be to hear his partner calling him a diff guy's name đ¤
this ask has the potential to cause so much mayhem anon, thank you for sending through
pairing: hoshina soshiro x f!reader content warnings: none, just a bit suggestive at the end, established relationship this is super short, but hopefully you like it! my ask is open again for requests but be warned that replies will be delayed. it takes time for me to write, and if i dont immediately vibe with the prompt, that makes it harder for me. i will always reply though because there is not a lot of hoshina stuff around here and i value people's ideas. thank you guys for understanding!
being hoshina soshiro's girlfriend has a lot of perks.
first of all, you had never felt safer anywhere you go when he is accompanying you - it's not that you treat him as your personal body guard, but he cannot help to act like one, always on the lookout to protect you. more than everything, nothing beats knowing the simple fact that you are dating an ultra-handsome killing machine who treats you like a princess.
the thing is, being hoshina soshiro's girlfriend also has some downside.
the worst of all is because the vice-captain is famous, it cannot be helped that women and a few men are all over him, competing for a crumb of his attention.
your smile disappeared when you saw another video from the social media influencer you mentioned to hoshina last week. it was a short edited footage of the vice-captain's brief interview after the most recent kaiju attack - his hair wet from perspiration, his long fingers trying to brush his bangs away from his eyes. how hoshina can still look ravishing after killing kaijus is a mystery for you as well - no one should be allowed to be that hot, you thought. "hoshina, date me," the caption reads in an annoying cursive font. you were going to scroll away when you noticed your own boyfriend's personal account among the few thousands who liked the clip - the icon of his profile is at the top of the list. you closed the app, formulating a plan to exact a cruel vengeance against hoshina.
the chance came that same night when hoshina dropped by your apartment for dinner. the entire week is for saving the country, hoshina would tell you, but weekends are always dedicated to movie marathons and cuddling until one of you falls asleep.
"what's the theme for tonight? any preferences?" hoshina asked, pressing buttons in the remote control as he goes over the directory of tv series and chick flicks. "i'm thinking something scary."
"you know if you are looking for a reason to snuggle with me, you can literally just say that, soichiro." there was no change in your tone as you delivered the line, biting the insides of your cheek so you won't burst out laughing. keeping a straight face was not that difficult because hoshina seemed to ignore you.
"the conjuring, then." hoshina sat beside you in the couch after choosing a title, his right arm going around your waist as he leans into you.
you rested your head on his shoulder a bit and inhaled lightly the scent of his shirt. "you smell nice, soichiro."
hoshina's arm dropped faster than you would have expected, and when you glanced at him, you wondered if you had taken this game a bit too far.
"right, what did i do this time?" hoshina did not bothering the show playing in the television, the opening credits rolling in the screen.
"what do you mean?" your words were hurried because you feel you were going to explode in giggles. it is absolutely funny how the most skilled close-quarters combatant of the defense force can react so strongly to being called a different name.
"come on, you calling me by my brother's name is infuriating enough already. you doing it again is just hurting my feelings now. you're never mean without a reason. what is this about?" hoshina's face is earnest now and admittedly, you felt a tiny tinge of guilt.
you sighed. "i don't know, maybe your fans wouldn't be calling you the wrong name. you should date them instead." it came out of your mouth too bitter, but you could not take your statement back. trust has never been an issue between you and hoshina in the years you were together, but you don't suppose it is wholly your fault when you get affected by little things like this.
"if i wanted to, i would," hoshina answered calmly. "but obviously, i don't. because here i am, proposing we watch something scary so you could snuggle with me."
you chuckled and that finally eased the tension. "i'm sorry. i did not mean to ruin our night," you confessed. "i swear to pretend i'm scared of the ghost in the movie so i can cuddle closer to you."
hoshina's eyes carry a certain sparkle whenever he smiles. he leaned on you again then grabbing your hand, linked your fingers together.
"hey, you can always talk to me if something's bothering you, you know that, right? and i'll always try to do better by you," he said before kissing you.
you and your boyfriend never finished the movie but at least by the end of the night, hoshina had made sure you call him by no one else's name by making you moan his.
#this is so bad im sorry#but i tried#hoshina soshiro#soshiro hoshina#hoshina soshiro x reader#soshiro hoshina x reader#hoshina x reader#hoshina soshiro fic#kaiju no. 8#kn8 x reader#lian replies
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