#this took soooooooooo long damn

[nyarlathotep-thecrawlingchaos]

Well fuck, I guess this is gonna be three parts instead of two

It was an accident I swear I'm sorry 😭😭

Just kinda want it to develop naturally instead of forcing it

Soooooooooo

Oooh that smile 😌🫠

Well, here we go.

Blacksmith's Daughter

Part 2 of 3 (I'm POSITIVE this time I swear)

Part 1 here

OPLA!Shanks X AFAB!Reader

Wordcount: 4.3k

Hurt/comfort, fluffy as goddeng cotton candy, I guess slow-burn now too? Idfk

Trigger Warnings: mentions of death of loved one, trauma

Tag requests: @zzbloody-animezz

Perfectly harmless.

You very highly doubted that claim was true.

"Well," he said, tilting his head a little closer, "mostly harmless."

Still, almost as if to prove it, Shanks released his hold around your waist, his hand resting at your lower back a moment before slipping away to hold the cell door open for you. You stumbled just a little on your first steps out of the cell, your legs trembling, stiff and weakened in equal measure from three days and two nights stuck with the very limited range of movement that your bindings had allowed.

"Easy, now," said Shanks lightly, briefly slipping his arm around your back to steady you by your waist. "You haven't been on your feet in days, you can take a minute to get your footing. We're not in any rush."

"R...right," you said, uncertainly. You swallowed as he helped guide you over to the brig officer's desk, where you sat heavily in the chair, stretching your legs out for a moment. "I still don't really want to stay here too long. Three days has been more than enough." You leaned forward, pulling your swords across the desk and resting your forehead on one of of the black leather sheaths, laying your hand over the hilt. "Don't want to keep the crew waiting, either."

"Ah, they'll be busy a while," he said dismissively, pulling himself uo to sit on the desk. "There's a good bit of cargo to transfer." He nodded down at the swords. "Yours, I take it?'

You nodded, lifting your head. "I didn't even know if they were brought on the ship or not," you said. "My father made them for me." He had made them just over ten years ago, given them to you on your fourteenth birthday.

"Well, he was damned skilled. They're beautiful. May I?" He gestured a hand toward them. "If you don't mind."

"Go ahead," you said. You lifted one of the cutlasses and drew to from its scabbard, handing it over. His hand brushed across yours as he took the blade, clearly intentionally if the small smirk that briefly curved the corner of his lips was any indication. You watched him flip it deftly in one hand, holding it upright, his eyes scanning slowly down the edge of the blade.

"And well cared for. Sharp as a razor," he commented, impressed. He turning it sideways, flipping it around once more and nodding. "He teach you anything about smithing?"

You shook your head. "Not much," you said. "My brother was his apprentice. He taught me maintenance mostly. He instructed me in a few different weapon types, but swords were always my favorite." You took the weapon back when he handed it off to you, slipping the blade back into its scabbard. "And his."

"Experienced thief, weapons expert...." He leaned back a bit, smiling as he shook his head. "Yeah, you'll fit right in, sweetheart."

The way he was looking at you, the way his eyes burned into yours, had your face growing a little warm again as you turned your own gaze away, swallowing nervously. It wasn't as if no one had ever flirted with you before; you were honestly pretty used to it, ever since you had ended up living in the streets, used to crude comments and catcalling.

And yet here sat an incredibly notorious pirate captain, being incredibly respectful about it, all but making you swoon every time he lowered his voice or so much as touched your hand.

You stood from the chair, picking up your swords and setting to strapping them to your belt at either side of your hips, glancing down at the Marine cadet still bound in the corner of the room as his eyes passed between you and Shanks. You had never been around any pirates before now, but you had encountered your fair share of Marines, as many of them had been customers at your father's smithy.

Many of them had been self-righteous prats, and all the Marines aboard this ship had treated you like scum they had dragged in on the bottom of their boots.

"I think I will fit in fairly well," you finally said, quietly.

"Now that's the spirit!" His enthusiasm was honestly infectious, and you couldn't help but smile a little as he slipped off of the desk. "There's a fair chance you'll end up with a bounty on your head once word of your escape reaches Marineford, anyway. Between that and breaking into a base in a major city." He still sounded particularly amused about that as he rest his hand over the small of your back, stepping over the Marine cadet as if he weren't even there. "I'm eager to find out how you managed it. Oh, no, not yet," he added when you opened your mouth to respond. "I'm sure the whole crew's going to want to hear that tale."

Well, it was quite a tale. You were honestly surprised you had made it as far as you had before getting caught.

Before everything went to hell in a handbasket.

You lifted a hand to shield your eyes as you emerged onto the bustling deck of the ship; the mid-afternoon sun was blinding after days of only seeing it through one small, rounded window in the brig. The Red Hair crew was working quickly and steadily on robbing the Marine ship completely blind, right before their eyes—the entire crew of around fifty Marines was tied up on the deck, bound at their hands and feet, the captain and his officers situated at the center mast to give them the best possible view of the entire debacle.

Shanks called and motioned for his own officers to line up at the starboard side of the caravel, and took his time in introducing you to each of them individually. He glanced back occasionally at the Marines' captain and mates with a smirk, clearly reveling in their growing annoyance.

"Our newest thief has two years experience," he dragged on loudly, pacing slowly between you and his officers—many of whom were cracking up themselves, well aware that the whole spectacle was being orchestrated for the sole purpose of riling up the captive Marines, "and was arrested for—if you can believe it—breaking into a Marine base in a major port city in Arabasta with only one accomplice, and getting so far as to open their treasury vault before being captured."

And he paused for effect at that, waiting as the crew began to break into laughter, as you struggled to keep a straight face yourself, glancing toward the infuriated Marine captain, who had told you before shoving you into the brig a few days ago that he would personally see to it that you never saw the light of day again. For once in your life you were seeing karma in real time—and it was a positively beautiful sight to behold.

"And I'm sure we're all dying to know," Shanks went on, ceasing his pacing and stopping just in front of you, grinning, "how the hell she managed it."

He had given you more than enough time to go over the details in your head. A lot of your success had been pure dumb luck, for sure, but you drew up your resolve to relay it.

"Overheard a few cadets in a tavern talking about how the vaults were never heavily guarded...and the roof access was never locked." His eyebrows shot up toward the bright red fringe of his hair as you spoke. His officers glanced between each other. "A couple days later we climbed the back wall of the base. Knocked out a couple Marines at the top floor, stole their uniforms, and made our way down."

"Bullshit." All eyes shifted onto the Marine captain when he spoke up, glaring daggers at you. "That base is constructed out of sandstone. Five stories of completely smooth stone. There's no way anyone could climb the walls."

"Tell your comrades at the base to check the back wall for holes," you said coldly, your eyes lingering on his. "We used climbing spikes."

The man's teeth gritted together in a visible scowl. You turned your head back toward the snickering pirates, in time to see Shanks mumble something to Benn, who rolled his eyes and scoffed.

Then you heard the Marine captain behind you again, speaking in a low growl. "Disrespectful wench." You turned your head in time to watch him spit at the heel of your boot.

"Disrespectful?" Though the rest of his crew continued to chuckle, Shanks wasn't laughing as he put himself between you and the oposing captain, his forearm resting over the hilt of his saber at his hip. "I get the impression you haven't done much to earn anyone's respect," he said. "That being said, respectfully, captain...."

And with that, he placed the heel of his sandal against the man's shoulder and shoved him over. With the Marine's hands and feet bound, there was nothing he could do to right himself—nothing except glare daggers at Shanks as he crouched down in front of him.

"Don't interupt." Shanks gave him a smile and a rather hard clap on the shoulder before straightening back out and turning to face his own crew. "Now—"

"Goddamned pirates," he spat. Shanks looked back over his shoulder at the man. "A thief's a thief," he said viciously, glaring daggers at you from where he lay on the deck floor. "The whore'll rob you lot blind same as she tried with us."

There was scattered chuckling around the Marines as Shanks stared down at the captain for a long, tense moment. You saw something shift in his eyes, the warmth and humor leaving them.

"Whore?" he repeated lightly, raising his eyebrows. His eyes swept around the rest of the Marines, before he turned to you, taking a couple steps closer. He brushed a few strands of hair behind your ear, offering you a warm smile. "I take it," he said slowly, quietly, "this is how you were being treated for the past three days, sweetheart?"

You swallowed, glancing over toward the Marines, whose laughter had quickly subsided. "More or less, yes," you affirmed.

"Hmm." He nodded, his hand drifting down to your shoulder, lifting the torn strap of your black tank top—torn when you had been flung into the cell in the brig by a couple cadets, while the captain stood watch and told you then that you'd never see the light of day again. His eyes shifted over to the Marines again, and he spoke aloud. "Change of plans, men. We take everything from this ship that isn't nailed down...and then we sink her."

The protest from the Marines was immediate, loud and desperate—some begging to be spared, others calling you several other colorful names and shouting claims that you were lying. Even you found yourself staring wide-eyed at the red-haired captain, at the knowledge that he would sink an entire ship just because of how the crew had treated you.

You were beginning to understand the reason for his bounty.

Shanks ignored the Marines entirely—it seemed his mind was made up. "I think we're just about done here." Your eyes remained wide as he turned his head back to meet your gaze, his expression softening into a smile again, his hand resting at your lower back. "What say we get you over to our ship and..." He glanced down at your shoulder briefly, at the broken strap of your shirt hanging down, "maybe find you something to change into."

You nodded, tugging unconsciously at the broken strap to pull the neck of your shirt up. "I...suppose that would be..."

"There's no need to worry, love" He clearly noticed your unease—there was no doubt it was written all over your face. He curled his arm around your back, leaning in a bit so he didn't have to raise his voice over the mounting protest of the Marines behind both of you. "You're part of my crew now, and we always look out for each other." He glanced over at the metal clink of a lighter igniting at his other side, and grinned at his first mate. "Isn't that right, Benn?"

Hi first mate quirked an eyebrow, taking a puff from his cigarette. "What am I agreeing to?"

"Ah, don't worry about it," Shanks laughed. "Anyway—I'll trust you to handle preparations here." He nodded back toward the Marines as the three of you stopped at the starboard railing around the deck, and he leaned forward against it, his eyes scanning over his ship floating only a few feet away, over the rest of the crew getting the supplies they had taken from the Marines organized. "Half a keg of powder should do the trick, we'll bring the rest with us."

"Right," said Benn, stubbing out the cigarette he had just lit on the railing and tucking it behind his ear.

"After you've—"

There was a light metallic clink right behind you—and all three of you heard it, glancing over your shoulders.

In the same instant you drew one of your swords and spun around, leveling it with the Marine officer's throat, Benn had his rifle pointed at the man's forehead. The officer dropped the flintlock pistol he had pointed at Shank's back, his eyes widened in shock, shaking as he slowly raised his hands.

Shanks turned around and leaned back, hanging his elbow over the edge of of the railing and glancing at you with a quick nod of approval. Then he turned his eyes on the Marine, giving a small chuckle and cooking his head to the side a bit.

"Now that wasn't a very smart decision, was it?" he said, grinning. "You could have just snuck by and sent out a distress call. Did you?" he added, lifting his eyebrows.

"I—I—no, I—I just—I—"

"Check," said Shanks, cutting his eyes toward Benn.

Benn gave a short nod, shouldered his rifle, and headed off toward the quarterdeck in quick strides.

The Marine remained standing there, shaking and stammering, his eyes darting between your blade and Shanks as the red-haired captain rolled his gaze back over to you. "Quite a set of reflexes you've got, sweetheart. You said your father trained you?"

You glanced at him only briefly before training your eyes back onto the Marine, and nodded. "We didn't live in a great area," you said. "He wanted to make sure I could defend myself."

"I would have to say he succeeded," he chuckled, shaking his head a little. He leaned back a bit further, placing the toe of his sandal over the Marine's pistol and sliding it across the deck, stooping down to pick it up. "What other tricks have you got up your sleeve?"

"Well," you said, watching as he turned the pistol over in his hands, and then casually reach behind him and drop it overboard. Benn was heading back down the stairs from the quarterdeck with a coil of rope hanging from one shoulder. He seemed to be in no hurry, so clearly no distress signal had been sent off. You went on, "He rigged this for me, in case I ever get disarmed."

You shifted your weight onto one foot, and hit the back of your right boot heel on the deck, and a three inch blade shot out from a slot in the front of the sole.

The Marine drew in a sharp breath, and Benn stopped a few feet away, speaking one word that clearly echoed his captain's wide-eyed expression.

"Shit."

Shank's brief look of shock quickly faded into an almost childlike excitement.

"God, that is brilliant," he laughed, crouching down and tilting his head to examine the blade. "How's it work?"

"Some sort of spring-loaded trigger mechanism," you said. You knocked your heel down again and the blade retracted. You smirked a little yourself as Shanks straightened back out—his enthusiasm truly was contagious. "My father called them 'Ball-Busters.'"

That cracked him up immediately—he leaned his shoulder into the railing, laughing, while Benn gave a scoff and shook his head. "I'd say that's pretty goddamned accurate," the first mate said. "I got it from here," he added, pulling his rifle down from his shoulder and shoving it against the Marine's shoulder as you pulled your cutlass away and slipped the blade back into its scabbard. "Alright, over there with the other assholes," he said, nudging him with the barrel. "We're as sick of being here as you are of having us here."

You watched Benn usher the officer over toward the main mast, feeling oddly as if you were stuck in the middle of some strange dream you might wake up from at any minute—wake up back in the dark and dingy cell below the deck, down in the brig, getting dragged out to be shoved into an even darker cell in Impel Down for the rest of your days.

"Oh, you are just a treat." So lost in that thought were you that you jumped a little when Shanks wrapped an arm around your back again. "Come on, love. Let's get you changed and cleaned up." He pulled himself up onto the railing and stepped into a sturdy plank laid out between his own ship and the Marines', offering you his hand. You took it and he helped pull you up as well, his fingers lacing through yours as he gave you another charming smile. "I'd say you've more than earned it."

Your eyes remained locked for a long, tense moment, his thumb brushing across the back of your hand, your heart racing a little faster—until a particularly strong wave rocked both of the ships and made you stumble a little. He chuckled lightly, before leading you across the plank and onto the main deck of his own ship.

You felt more than a little out of your element a few minutes later, lingering near the door of the captain's quarters with your arms crossed over your stomach while Shanks rifled through a wardrobe against the wall. You were still a little apprehensive, your mind still lingering on the man's decision to sink the Marines' vessel solely on your behalf, but there was a charm about him that was almost intoxicating, and it was drawing you in quickly.

"Don't really have anything that's going to fit you properly," he said, pulling one shirt out and frowning at it before hanging it back up. "But there might be...something...."

You swallowed, glancing around the cabin—at the table to your left that was covered in maps, a desk in the corner with a closed logbook, a four-poster bed in another corner with a pair of floor to ceiling windows that overlooked the port side of the ship. It still all felt uncanny enough to be a dream.

"No...other women on the crew, I take it?" you said slowly.

"No," he affirmed, still pushing aside hangers and frowning. "Not as if it's intentional, it just...turned out that way, I suppose?" He said it with an air of genuine surprise himself that almost made you chuckle. "Seems most women aren't interested in sailing around with a ship full of—ah, this should do," he interjected, pulling out a white shirt on a metal hanger that seemed at least a little smaller than the others. "Probably haven't worn it since I was a teenager," he said, looking it up and down.

He gave the shirt an appraising nod, and then tossed it to you before crossing the room to take a seat at the desk. He noded once more toward the corner by the wardrobe where there stood a fold-out changing screen.

"You'll have to forgive me if I'm a little averse to leaving a stranger alone in my personal quarters. But..." He lifted his hand, smiling, before covering his eyes with it. "I promise I won't peek. Pirate's honor."

You did chuckle a little at that. It wasn't as though you weren't used to changing in less than totally private conditions—you had been living on the streets for just over two years. You crossed the room yourself, ducking behind the divider screen and pulling it out.

"Nor do I wish to be on the recieving end of the Ball-Buster," he added, and you laughed aloud at that.

"I've never actually used it," you said, hanging the shirt over the top edge of the screen and pulling your tank top over your head. "Not as more than a threat a couple times. The sight of it usually gets the point across."

"I can't fathom any circumstance where it wouldn't," he laughed. You heard him sigh after a moment, while you pulled down the hanger and unbuttoned the shirt he had given you. "Out of curiosity," he said finally, "why exactly were you being shipped to Impel Down?" You paused, your eyes flickering up to the changing screen, in the direction of his sillhouette—and noting that from his shadow alone you could tell he still had his hand over his eyes. "That's a privilege normally reserved for pirates and revolutionaries rather than petty local thieves."

"I, uh...." You swallowed, pulling your arms through the sleeves of the shirt. You hadn't been completely clear on every detail, but it seemed now was as good a time as any—even if it was painful to recall. "I...killed two Marines before I was apprehended."

"Did you?" he said lightly.

"Mmm." You set to buttoning the shirt, slowly, glancing toward his silhouette again. "I didn't...really mean to. After...I guess after my brother took a bullet for me, I just sort of...reacted. I don't even really remember much of it. Just—him falling, then them taking my swords and locking me in a storage closet before carting me off to the ship."

You truthfully weren't even sure how long you had remained at the base before being taken to the docks—locked in the dark, your arms wrapped around your knees, wondering if you were ever going to see daylight again, hoping it was all just some awful nightmare you might wake up from.

"That's...." You heard him sigh heavily. "That's a lot." You gave a small hum in agreement, looking down at the shirt, and sighing yourself—it fit you like a nightgown, the hem drooping nearly down to your knees. You shook your head and set to unbuttoning it again.

"I suppose the Marines had a good reason for treating me like trash," you allowed, rolling the hem of the shirt up and tying it in a knot at your midriff. You fastened a few of the buttons above the knot, and set to rolling up the sleeves. "I did kill a couple of their comrades."

"And they killed your brother," he pointed out.

You frowned to yourself, swallowing back a lump forming in your throat at his quiet, understanding tone. You glanced up again when you heard him shift, and watched his shadow stand and cross the room through the screen as you rolled up the other sleeve to just above your elbow. You pulled the screen back just as he reached it, your eyes meeting his the moment you did. The sympathy in his dark eyes was almost enough to break you in an instant. You glanced down at his hand when it came to rest on your shoulder for just a moment before your eyes snapped back to his.

"That doesn't—" He shook his head. "Nothing excuses fifty plus grown men treating a young woman like something a dog dragged in. Particularly not after what you went through." Your gaze fell away from his at that, down to the floor. "I'm assuming from what you've said—and forgive me if I'm wrong—that you'd never..." He paused, seeming to search for the correct words. "You'd never been forced to defend yourself before?"

You shook your head. You had practiced with your swords for years, sparred with both your father and your brother regularly, but you had never been in a situation where you had to truly fight for your life. You had definitely never killed anyone before. You barely recalled the details even now, and you honestly didn't want to remember them at all.

"Oh, sweetheart..." He let out a slow sigh, and wrapped his arm around your shoulders. You closed your eyes as he rest his hand lightly over your head, as a little tension you hadn't even been aware of released from your shoulders. Your head fell forward, resting against his chest, and you closed your eyes as he lowered his head over yours. "Just so we're clear...you don't have to stay here," he said gently, his thumb brushing across the crown of your hair. "You're not a prisoner, you're a guest. You can take a few days to decide. Or longer. But if you do..."

He moved his hand to your cheek, lifting your head gingerly until your eyes met his.

"This crew is like a family." He lowered his forehead to yours, his hand drifting down to your shoulder again as he offered you a warm smile. "And you'll be welcome to stay as long as wish. Alright?"

You swallowed, and nodded.

Lowered your head again, your breath shaking as it left your lungs, and you rest your forehead against his chest again, your eyes closing tightly. You weren't used to this—this degree of kindness, of compassion from much of anyone, much less a stranger...but something in his eyes, in the warmth of his touch, told you that he was being completely sincere.

"Th...thank you," you whispered—you couldn't think of anything else to say than that, nothing that could wholly express the emotion swelling in your chest.

He just chuckled lightly, wrapping his arm around your shoulders again.

"You're welcome, love."

[10ireland13]

Happy 33rd birthday Taylor!! 🎂🫶🏻🥂

We have never met. 🤞🏻I will get to meet you this era 💝. I met your mom, she is the SWEETEST person I have ever met!! 💝❤️🥰 Your mom & I are close in age.

I have been a Swiftie since 2009. My hubby & I first saw you at The Speak Now Tour 💜 To actually see you live was breathtaking & astonishing!! 🌟. You were so grateful to all of the fans & you still are. You love us as much as we love you!! There is this element that bonds us all together 🥰. Taylor you are the glue!! Watching you grow you always remained grounded & humble. You definitely had your share of hardships but you took them & created many masterpieces 🌟❤️🌟 You persevered & you grew strong!! I seemed to lack that element most of my life. I came from a very abusive environment. I was basically my stepfather’s punching bag. I was bullied in school because I lived in fear. I wanted to die…. I did grow up & married my HS sweetheart. He truly saved me. I constantly carried this issue of low self esteem. I am a mom & now empty nester. My baby left a week after she graduated HS to go to school in London. I dived into a state of depression. Taylor it was YOU that pulled me out of this darkness. Your art of music & your beautiful soul saved me. Honestly when I heard Reputation for the first time I discovered this sass within myself I never knew existed!! I cannot thank you enough for saving me in so many ways. Everyone that knows me does know exactly how much you mean to me!! They understand the grief I carried & know it was you that gave me this happiness 💝❤️🥰 I can say NO & not feel guilty. My life & feelings matter!! TAYLOR YOU DID THIS!!! 🥰 During the REP Tour in Minneapolis I met your mom. We made eye contact. The back of our seats were against Club Meredith. She walked right over & gave me the longest hug I have ever had. A good long hug!! I became emotional 😭!! How did she know?? Later she asked if we wanted to see you closer, YESSSSS!!! She took us with security around us. We were dancing 💃 💃& singing like 2 old friends!! I kept thinking is this real?? Why me?? My brother was at the show & scooted in when your mom brought us up to the stage. You were singing Dress & then Blank Space. I wish I would have talked more but I was Star stuck & I didn’t want to cross any boundaries. Damn I wish I would have!! I don’t have many friends & I had my chance. I feel your mom & I are similar. Meaning we are good loving people 🥰 I will forever cherish that night!! Taylor you did that also!!! You are like a Holiday!! The excitement you give us your Swifties ❤️We are all so lucky to be alive in the era of Taylor Swift!!! I am older but soooooooooo grateful to you!!! Thank you !!! 💝❤️🥰🫶🏻 I hope you are having the best birthday because you so deserve it!!! 🎂🥂🥳🥳🥳🥳❤️ @taylorswift thank you & I just love you!!! 💝❤️🥰

@taylorswift @taylornation

[606mc]

RFA University AU [Chapter 5]

Author’s note: So i was finally able to finish this chapter and i’m honestly relieved bc i thought it would take more time. I hope that if you read this chapter you take time to read this note since almost at the end; the opera, is inspired by this [video] so yeah... I hope that if you read this you enjoy it, and please feel free to let me know what you think ♥

[Prologue] [Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3] [Chapter 4]

Once my Tuesday classes have finished, I start making my way down the hallway to the photography club so I can turn in the few pictures that I’ve been taking in the past week. Progress is what they want to see after all, even If it’s quite small.

As I turn to the right, my phone buzzes in my pocket. I take it out and notice that I received a text from Saeyoung. I unlock my phone and tap on the RFA messenger app.

Saeyoung: -Hey MC are you on your way to your club?-

After he sends the message, he adds a little emoticon that looks exactly like him. How cute.

MC: -Yes, why? Is there something you need?-

Saeyoung: -Nah, I just wanted to remind you that you can start inviting people for the event, so I thought that you invite everyone from your club-

MC: -Yes, it’s a good idea, thank you Saeyoung!-

After including one of my emoticons I close the messenger and put my phone back inside my pocket to keep walking towards the photography club.

I knock on the door twice before letting myself in, the room is filled with several equipment and in the walls most of the work done by students is hanged for exhibit. Two students; who seem to be comparing a few photographs, greet me as I walk inside.

“Hello MC, it’s nice to see you” Says one of them; who I remember said he was the president of the club. “You brought some of your work for us to see?”

“Yes, do you have a moment?” I ask him.

“Yes of course, just give me a second.” He answers happily before turning to the girl beside him, pointing at the photographs in her hands “Change the lighting of the second set and bring them in next week, the other ones are really good.”

“Alright, thank you so much Rui” The girl answers as she grabs her backpack and heads out the door, “I’ll see you next week! Goodbye. The girl waves and he waves back before turning to look at me once again.

“How are you MC?” He asks, I walk closer to him and I reach for my camera inside my bag. “I’m glad you could come today to show your progress.”

“I’m good,” I tell him “I was free the other day so I went out to take some pictures, but after looking the pictures in the wall I’m sure mine are really bad.” Rui laughs and pats my shoulder with reassurance.

“MC don’t worry about that” He says, “We all have to start from somewhere, and we are not going to be very good at first. But it’s alright because that’s why we’re here for, to learn and improve.” He takes my camera in his hands and starts going through the pictures one by one. “You are not as bad as you probably think you are.” He confesses, “I like them.”

“Really?” I ask him.

“Yeah,” He tells me “Some of them could use a better lighting, but you’ll learn more about that with experience.” Rui returns the camera to me and then walks to the back of the room looking for something. “I actually want to lend you the lens I used when I started coming to the club.” He says as he continues searching for the object. “I think you can out it to good use.” As he keeps looking around all his equipment, I observe closely the framed photographs in the walls; some of them have Rui’s signatures at the bottom, others have the names of other students, but the one in front of me has the letter V at the bottom right; Jihyun’s signature.

“Here it is” Rui says while holding a small lens in his hands. He returns to my side and hands me the expensive-looking piece. “I just need you to write your name and date in here.” He explains as he puts a notebook in front of me along with a pen. Once I sign the bottom of the page, he closes the notebook and smiles. “You’re free to go MC.”

“That’s it?” I ask him. “You’re going to give me the lens just like that?”

“Yes,” He starts “Most of the equipment here belongs to the students, we are able to buy things for the school with the money we earn from selling our own photographs, so when we upgrade our equipment we leave the old stuff behind for everyone to use whenever they want.”

“That’s really interesting” I tell him, “But also strange that you can easily trust someone with something quite valuable.”

“Well, if something happens to it you’re going to have to pay for it” He says, “but you can always earn money by working hard and delivering good photographs for us to sell. With this I’m not saying that you don’t have to be careful, what I’m trying to say is that you don’t have to worry about it too much.”

“Alright Rui” I say, “I’ll take care of it, thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” He says, and he smiles at me. “Is there something else you need?”

“Actually yes,” I start “Before I go I want you to invite you to the party at the end of the semester the RFA is preparing.”

“You are part of the RFA?” He asks, “You must know Jihyun then.”

“I don’t know much about him but I’ve met him.” I confess.

“It’s funny because the lens I gave you was his.” Rui tells me, “And yes I’d love to go, thank you MC.”

“Alright, thanks Rui” I say as I start to gather my things, “I’ll let you know the details via email later.”

“Sounds cool,” He concludes, and he waves at me as I walk out of the room. “Goodbye MC.”

As I walk through the hallway, I feel my phone buzz repeatedly in my pocket.

“Hello?” I say once I answer the call.

“MC, it’s me Jumin Han” he says, “Are you still at school?”

“Yeah, I’m actually on my way out” I answer, “Why do you ask?”

“If you are not busy I want to suggest that we continue with our project.” He continues, “Is that okay with you?”

“Sure, I’m free all afternoon.” I say. “Where are you?”

“I’m outside,” he tells me “Driver Kim is going to take us to my apartment, I hope you don’t mind.”

“Not at all.” I answer, and I start walking to the entrance to meet Jumin outside.

As I walk down the stairs I notice a black car parked beside the side walk, and I see Jumin standing there starring at his phone as he waits for me.

“How long have you been waiting here?” I ask him, getting his attention away from his phone.

“Hello MC” he says to me as he puts his phone on his pocket and opens the door for me to get in the car. “Not very long.” Once we are both inside, he tells driver Kim to take us to his apartment.

“How was your day?” I ask him, and I hear him sigh deeply.

“It was a long day” He answers and he seems more serious than usual. “I’d rather not get into details.”

“Are you alright?” I ask worried, “If you want we can continue with the project some other day, so you don’t feel stressed.” Jumin smiles and puts his hand on mine, giving it a small squeeze.

“Its fine MC, don’t worry about it.” He reassures me, “I actually want to distract myself today, and having you as company makes me feel quite relaxed as well.”

“Oh, well then I’m glad.” I say smiling back at him.

“How was your day?” He asks me.

“It was alright,” I say “I went to class and after that I went to the photography club. I invited Rui to the party and told him that I would email him later, and he also lent me a camera lens.” I tell him as I start digging through my stuff looking for said object. “Rui said it was Jihyun’s” I put the small lens in Jumin’s hand so he can take a closer look at it.

“This was one of his favorites.” Jumin says, as he examines the object in his hands. “I remember going with him to buy it a long time ago.”

“For how long have you been friends with Jihyun?” I ask.

“Since we were little kids,” He explains “We grew up in the same neighborhood and we saw each other quite often.”

“Oh, so he’s your childhood friend” I say; more to myself than to Jumin, “He must mean a lot to you.”

“Yes, V is one of few people I consider close to me.” Jumin explains.

“That’s good,” I tell him, feeling relieved that he has someone who he trusts in his life, but then I remember something else. “Do you miss him?”

“I do,” he admits “But we still keep in contact every now and then.”

“I’m glad,” I say “Keeping your friends close even if they are far away is really good.”

“Do you have childhood friends MC?” Jumin asks, and I stay quiet. I look down at my shoes as some memories start to come back to me unconsciously; even after so many years it’s something I can’t completely forget. Jumin puts his hand on my shoulder and calls my name, bringing me back to reality.

“Are you alright MC?” He asks concerned.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” I answer, “I just got a little bit dizzy that’s all.”

“Driver Kim can you hand me a bottle of water?” Jumin asks the man in the front seat, and thanks him once he has the bottle in his hands. “Here, drink this.” Jumin hands me the bottle and I start taking small sips of the water. “We’re almost there.” He reassures me.

“I’m feeling better,” I tell him “Thank you Jumin.”

“You’re welcome.” He says, and as I look at him I realize that in his mind there are several questions and doubts going around, just like in mine.

I stretch my arms and let out a sigh once I set down my pencil on the table in Jumin’s study room.

“I think we’re done for today.” I tell him, and he nods as he leans back in his chair. Jumin stands up to open the door and let Elizabeth inside, and as he does I start looking around.  My eyes land on one of the many bookshelves in the room.

“Oh! You got some books for our language class” I say, as I stand up and reach for one of the books.

“Yes I’ve been studying.” He tells me, making his way to me with Elizabeth in his arms.

“Really? Can you read this?” I ask him as I walk to the navy blue couch at the corner of the room. Jumin sits by my side and sets Elizabeth between us as he takes the small book from my hands. I run my hands over Elizabeth’s fur as Jumin reads, and I notice that his pronunciation is really good.  Between some sentences he stops; going over and over a certain word that he can’t completely comprehend, but I quickly help him so he can continue with his reading.

“You’re really good” I tell him, “If you don’t mind me asking, why didn’t you get a perfect grade on our first exam? You definitely seem to have the knowledge.” Jumin puts the book down and smiles before answering.

“I didn’t know much about it back then, but languages is something I’m usually good at and I learn pretty fast.” He explains.

“That’s amazing” I say, still petting Elizabeth gently as I listen to her soft purring. “I wish I could learn that fast.”

“How did you learn though?” He inquires. “You seem to have a broad knowledge on the language.”

“Well that’s because it’s my grandparents and mother’s first language.” I tell him, trying to open up a little. “So they taught me since I was very young.”

“Your family was very smart in doing so,” He says “You seem to know perfectly both languages.”

“Do you know more languages?” I ask him, glad that I’m able to know more about him.

“I do, actually I’ve learned most of them by traveling around the world.” He answers as he smiles, possibly remembering all the places he’s been before. He seems to be as interested as I am on getting to know each other, because he asks me if I like traveling.

“I do,” I admit “My family couldn’t really afford to do it often, but we had fun whenever we did.”

“Have you traveled somewhere recently?” He asks again, his eyes wandering from my lips to my eyes every now and then, giving me his full attention.

“Not really since I haven’t seen my parents in a while, and I don’t have the money or the time to travel by myself.” I tell him, and he only nods. “Besides, even if I could, I don’t think it would be nice to go alone.”

“What do you mean?” Jumin inquires, and I notice the way his head tilts slightly when he’s looking for an answer.

“Well, I think the best way to travel is with someone by your side.” I explain, “Some things are better when you do them with someone else, and they lose their meaning when you do them all alone.”

“Like happiness that you can only obtain a certain way?”

“Yes, something like that.” I say “Happiness can come in several ways, and because of that it can have different meanings, even sometimes a certain feeling of happiness is stronger than another one.”

“You have an interesting way of seeing things.” Jumin says, and I can’t help but blush.

“I’m sure it’s just a regular way of thinking.” I tell him, “To be honest sometimes I just say things that don’t make a lot of sense, so I apologize if what I say is confusing.”

“Don’t worry MC,” He reassures me, moving his hand to pet Elizabeth the third and brushing my hand on the way. Perhaps by accident, but he smiles nonetheless. “I think I know what you meant to say.”

I smile at his words and his eyes travel down to our hands. Elizabeth stretches a bit, looking satisfied with the attention we’re providing her. I pat her head, and then turn to look at the clock on the wall; I should leave now, it’s getting late.

“It’s getting late so I probably should go now.” I tell Jumin, and I notice how his smile slowly starts to fade away; turning into his usual serious features.

“Let me walk you outside,” He says as he starts to walk towards the door. “Driver Kim will take you home.”

“Oh, it’s not necessary” I reassure him, but I still let him walk by my side on my way out. “I can take a cab.”

“No Please,” He says, “I want you to return home safe, I insist.”

“Alright, thank you.” I say after a few seconds of hesitation, and then he escorts me out of the building. Jumin opens he car door for me, and asks Driver Kim to take me home safely.

“See you tomorrow” I say once I’m inside the car. Jumin nods and smiles once again.

“I’ll see you tomorrow MC” He says lastly, waiting for the car to disappear from his sight before returning back inside the building.

“Ah, I’m so glad tomorrow is Friday” Jaehee says with a smile on her face as we walk along the hallways of the school. “I would love to take a break and watch one of Zen’s musicals once I finish all the work I have.”

“That sounds like a great idea,” I tell her “I think you should relax for a while since you always work so hard.” Jaehee blushes slightly and thanks me for the compliment.

“Perhaps if you don’t return too late from the Opera we could watch it together” She adds, and then she looks behind me to look at Jumin “Are you two going to return late tomorrow?” She asks him.

“I don’t believe we will.” He answers, and I turn my head to look at him. I smile sweetly at him, and I see him return the gesture before I turn my head back at Jaehee who’s still walking by my left side.

“I won’t return too late,” I reassure her “we’ll watch it together don’t worry”. Jaehee smiles brightly once more, before redirecting her attention to something beeping inside her bag. She pulls her phone out and looks at the time; turning her alarm off.

“Oh, I have a Judo class today” She says, putting her phone back in her bag. “I should get going if I want to get there in time.” Jaehee starts to make her way to the exit, but I call her before she can get out.

“Take his with you.” I say to her, as I hand her the keys of my car.

“Are you sure MC?” She inquires, unsure if she should take the car instead of the bus.

“Of course,” I tell her “This way you’ll get there faster.”

“Alright then,” She says and she smiles as she thanks me. “I’ll see you at home later MC.”

I wave at Jaehee goodbye, and I watch her make her way to the parking lot, looking for my car. Jumin and I walk side by side on the small garden at the front of the school. I see him turn to look at me and open his mouth to say something, but he is interrupted by Zen; who arrives driving his motorcycle.

“MC! Hello” He greets me, switching of the engine and taking off his helmet. “What are you doing?”

“Hello Zen, I’m just walking home.” I answer, “Do you need anything?” Zen smiles and he steps away from the motorcycle, walking closer to Jumin and I.

“I was wondering if you’d like to go on a ride” He explains, “I got you a helmet.”

“Sure that sounds fun” I answer, but before I’m able to reach for one of the helmets Zen is holding, Jumin grabs me by the arm stopping me completely. I turn to look at him, furrowing my eyebrows in confusion. What is he doing?

“I’m sorry but I can’t let you go with him MC.” Jumin says in a strict tone. “It’s too dangerous.”

“But I’m going to have a helmet on at all times” I say, moving my arm trying to make him let go of it. “You don’t have to worry about it.”

“Let go of her arm you jerk.” Zen scoffs, finally acknowledging the man in front of him, but Jumin doesn’t listen.

“I’m going to take MC home safely.” Jumin insists, his grip never softening.

“Jumin let go of my arm.” I say to him; never raising my voice but always maintaining a harsh tone. My words seem to work on him because he finally let’s go of me slowly.

“Since when do you care for anyone who’s not yourself?” Zen questions, sounding more irritated by each second that passes.

“She’s a member of the RFA,” Jumin clarifies, as if it was the most obvious answer. “I think I need to be responsible for everyone since V and Rika are gone.”

“Well you don’t have to worry about that since she’s going with me.” Zen says, “Now go, your driver must be waiting for your spoiled ass to take you home.” I turn around to look at Zen, and I notice that his face is slightly red from anger.

“Zen, don’t speak to him like that.” I say, starting to get mad at both of them for being so childish. I turn around once more, to face Jumin again. “I know you don’t want me to go, but it’s my decision to do so.” I explain in a softer tone, but Jumin’s expression never changes. I can see he’s trying not to show any emotions, but deep down I know he’s very angry; both at me and Zen.

I turn around and walk back to Zen, taking one of the helmets and putting it on my head. Jumin doesn’t say anything anymore, but he watches me take a sit behind Zen and wrap my arms around his waist for stability. I close my eyes, wishing he’d stop looking at me like that. I know I shouldn’t feel guilty for this; going on a ride on a motorcycle is something I want. But still, in my mind three words are being repeated over and over again. “I’m sorry Jumin.”

“Where are we?” I ask Zen, once we stop completely.

“This is my secret place” He answers once he takes off his helmet, and he helps me get down the motorcycle carefully.

I take off my helmet and walk close to the edge of what seems to be a mountain. A big part of the city lies in front of us, and I can’t help but wonder how it would look if we got closer to the top.

“This place is amazing Zen!” I tell him, unable to take my eyes away from the splendid view. “How did you find it?”

“Well” he starts, as he walks closer to me “Whenever I wanted to be alone, I took my motorcycle and drove around the city.” Zen rests his arms on the wooden railing in front of us; the one that prevents us from falling off of the cliff, and then he continues talking. “One day I came up here, and I noticed that thing” He says, as he turns around and motions what seems like an unfinished grey building made of concrete. “It kind of looks like the ruins of a castle, doesn’t it?”

“It does, a little bit” I admit, before turning my attention to him again. “How often do you come to this place?”

“I don’t do it very often since I only come here when I want to think or be by myself.” He explains, “But I think it’s a really nice place, and I thought you would really like it.”

“I do,” I say to him as I look around to look at the flowers and the trees. Zen takes a deep breath and smiles, but when he turns to look at me he stares at my left arm; the one Jumin held into.

“Did he hurt you?” Zen asks concerned, leaning over to observe my arm carefully.

“No, he didn’t.” I say to him. “His grip was firm not violent.”

“I think it’s going to bruise MC” He tells me, and I look down at my arm; unable to see anything.

“I don’t think it will,” I object “perhaps you are exaggerating It a little bit.”

“I am not.” He elaborates, “He really shouldn’t have treated you that way! I mean seriously what was that jerk thinking?”

“Why do you hate Jumin?” I ask suddenly, and Zen looks back at me with wide eyes. He opens his mouth to answer but words fail to come out. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, then he looks at me again.

“I don’t hate Jumin Han, I just can’t help but find him extremely annoying since he reminds me a lot of my brother.” He answers, “Always thinking that money can get you anything and it can solve all your problems, but not everything that matters has to be related to money.”

“You don’t get along with your brother?” I ask him, careful that my words don’t sound nosey and inappropriate.

“I don’t really get along with anyone from my family.” He answers, “I haven’t talked to them for several years.”

“I’m sorry Zen,” I say to him. “I had no idea.”

“It’s alright MC,” He says “It was my decision to run away from my home after all.” Zen sighs and looks down at the city, “My family never supported me or my dreams, and I always felt like I didn’t belong with them since I was so different,” He continues. “The only one that cared for me was my brother, but only for a short time.”

“You don’t miss him?” I ask, and he thinks about it for a few seconds.

“I do sometimes.” He admits, turning his head to look at me. “A few months ago my brother sent me an email; asking me if we could meet, but I never answered.” I ask Zen the reason why and he only shrugs. “I guess I’m scared.”

“Perhaps, you should think about it.” I advise him, “If you brother sent you an email then I think that means that he still cares for you.” Zen nods slightly but doesn’t seem too convinced about it. “I do not know what happened between you two or what you went through Zen, but if you miss him I think you should see him at least once, and see how it goes.” He stays quiet and looks down at his feet, so I continue speaking. “If anything, you know that we are your family Zen, and we will always be with you.” He smiles and nods, finally turning to look at me.

“Thank you MC” He says, “I’ll think about it.”

“Will you also try to be a bit more considerate of Jumin?” I say almost as if I’m begging him, and Zen rolls his eyes but smiles nonetheless.

“Can’t promise anything,” He says, and he puts his hand on my shoulder “But I guess I can try just for you.” I look at Zen and as I return the smile, he pulls me closer in a hug. “It’s going to be late soon, I should take you home” he tells me once he pulls away and I nod.

“Let’s go.” I say as he takes my hand, guiding me back to his motorcycle.

I make my way home along with Jaehee after a morning filled with awkward silence between Jumin and I, although we were sitting by each other’s side in class, neither of us even bothered to say a single word.

“At what time is Jumin going to pick you up?” Jaehee asks as she opens the door of our apartment.

“Ah, well… I don’t think we’ll be going to the opera today” I say to her, and she turns around looking confused.

“Are you still fighting for what happened yesterday?” She asks, concern filling her words. “You didn’t talk about it today with him, did you?”

“He is very stubborn Jaehee” I point out, but Jaehee doesn’t seem very happy with my answer. “I don’t know how to even approach him if he’s like that.”

“You are also very stubborn MC.” She scolds, and as much as I hate to admit it I know she’s right. “Eventually you’ll have to talk to him.”

“I know,” I say after letting out a long sigh, “But it’s probably too late for tonight’s event.”

“You don’t know that.” She says, caressing my shoulder once she notices the disappointment in my voice. “If you don’t go, we can cook dinner together here and watch a movie,” She continues trying to make me feel better, “I know it’s not what you want but we can watch whatever you want.”

“Thank you Jaehee,” I tell her as I smile “I’d like that.” She smiles back at me, and I turn around to walk inside my room. “If you need anything let me know.”

“I will MC,” She answers “I’ll make sure we have everything for dinner.”

I nod my head before closing the door and dropping my bag on the floor. Suddenly I start feeling very tired, but there are things I still need to do. I let my body fall on the chair in front of my desk, as I start looking around for something to do. I sigh once more and I open the laptop in front of me. I open a new document and start typing my assignment, but stop to turn my attention to my phone as it starts vibrating. I look at the ID caller hoping to see Jumin’s picture, but instead I see Yoosung’s cute face.

“Hello?” I say after picking up.

“Oh, you answered!” He says sounding surprised, “I thought you’d be busy with Jumin doing your project together, but I’m glad you could pick up!”

“Ah, I’m actually at home doing my homework” I explain to him, “But I have time to talk, what is it?”

“Well, I was wondering if you’d like to come to my place next week for lunch” He says “I found a few recipes online and I was wondering if you would want to try them out”

“Yeah, that sounds really fun Yoosung” I tell him, “Let me know when do you want me to go.”

“Alright MC, I’ll make sure to get everything we need and I’ll let you know! Bye Bye!” Yoosung says cheerfully before hanging up, and I realize that he must spend at least 80% of his life in a good mood; he always seems to cheer us up without even trying. I put my phone down and continue doing my work, now feeling a little bit more relaxed.

After two hours of typing and reading, I close my laptop and stretch my arms in my seat. As I stand up I hear my phone ring again, and I notice that this time it’s Jumin who’s calling.

“Jumin?” I ask, wondering what his reason of calling now could be.

“Driver Kim will pick you up in two hours, be ready.” He says in his usual serious voice before hanging up, not even letting me say something in return. I stay still for a few seconds, trying to process what he just told me. I get to go to the opera after all.

“Jaehee!” I shout loud enough for her to listen on the other room, and I hear several quick and loud steps getting closer to my room. Jaehee suddenly opens the door of my room agitated.

“MC are you alright?!” She asks as she catches her breath, and I realize that I made a mistake by screaming like that.

“Yes I’m fine,” I apologize “I just wanted to tell you that Ju-” I stop talking when I notice something different in her, “are you wearing glasses?” Jaehee lifts her hand and touches the pair of glasses on her face, blushing a little bit.

“Yes, I was only trying them out” She explains, “Do they make me look smart?” Her question surprises me, but I answer nonetheless.

“Jaehee, what do you mean?” I inquire, “You are smart. I don’t think you need glasses to look smart, but if you like them I think they are cute.” Jaehee smiles and takes her glasses off as she starts to walk closer to me.

“What was the thing you wanted to talk about?” She asks once she’s sitting on the edge of my bed.

“Oh right, Jumin just called me,” I start “He said that Driver Kim is going to pick me up in two hours, and that I need to be ready.”

“Really?” She asks surprised, “Did you guys talked about your problem?”

“Not really since he just told me to be ready and quickly hung up.” I explain. “But if he’s willing to listen then we’ll talk.” I notice how Jaehee shakes her head slightly but smiles nonetheless.

“Do you know what you’re going to wear?” She asks me, and I realize that I haven’t thought about that at all. My expression seems to answer her question, because she laughs lightly as she stands up. “I have a few dresses that might fit you, come on.”

I follow Jaehee to her room and she opens her closet, revealing both formal and cute dresses. She starts looking through them and takes out a black dress with a white edge at the top.

“Jaehee It’s beautiful” I tell her, and she nods.

“I think it’s perfect for tonight.” She says, handing me the dress.

In two hours I’m ready and waiting for Driver Kim to arrive. Jaehee stands beside me, fixing a few strands of my hair that are out of place.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t stay for dinner and a movie” I say to her.

“Don’t worry MC,” She reassures me “I know that you really want to go to the opera tonight, and we can have dinner and a movie another night.”

“Thank you Jaehee.” I say, turning around and giving her a hug.

“No problem MC.” She answers, returning the hug. When we hear the sounds of the doorbell, she lets me go and she smiles. “Have fun tonight.”

“I will” I answer as I make my way to the front door, “I’ll see you later”. When I step out, I see Driver Kim standing in front of a black car.

“Good evening Miss” He greets me as he opens the door for me.

“Hello Mr. Kim, Jumin’s not here?” I ask, noticing that he is not inside the car.

“No Miss, he had to solve some things at work.” He answers, closing the door after I enter. “He asked me to take you to his apartment and so then you can both go to the event.”

“Alright, thank you.” I tell him, just before the car starts moving.

Mr. Kim opens the door of Jumin’s apartment for me, letting me walk inside.

“Jumin’s not here?” I ask him, as I notice the place completely quiet and empty while I walk towards the kitchen.

“I believe he’s changing in his room,” Driver Kim answers, “He won’t take too long so please feel comfortable taking a sit.”

“Thank you Mr. Kim,” I say smiling, sitting down in one for the stools from the kitchen counter.

“I’ll be waiting for you both downstairs.” He says, before he steps out and starts closing the door.  “Please excuse me.”

I start looking around the apartment, seeing things that I never saw before since the only place I’ve stayed in is Jumin’s study room.

The kitchen is big and extremely tidy; almost as if no one ever uses it. To my left there’s a sliding door that must connect the kitchen to the living room and Jumin’s bedroom. Would it be wrong if I open it to take a look at the other side?

My thoughts are suddenly interrupted by several knocks on the door. Perhaps Mr. Kim came back for something else. I stand up and walk towards the door, getting confused when I see a girl standing at the other side instead of Driver Kim after opening it completely.

“Hello.” I greet her awkwardly, realizing that she looks quite familiar and maybe I’ve seen her before somewhere.

“Are you going to let me in?” She asks in a slightly annoyed tone, crossing her arms on her chest and waiting for me to move.

“Oh sorry.” I say, moving to the side to let her walk through. She walks inside and my eyes follow her, almost never looking away from the dress she’s wearing; a bright purple puffy dress, making her resemble a big colorful cake.

“Where’s Jumin?” She asks suddenly, taking a seat on the stool I was sitting on a few moments ago.

“He’s in his room,” I answer “I think he’ll be out soon.”

She nods, taking her cellphone out of her purse and giving her complete attention to what she sees on the screen. I’m about to ask her for her name, but she speaks first.

“Can you bring me a glass of water?” She asks, not even bothering to look up from her phone. I stand next to her unsure whether to as she said or not for a few seconds before deciding that I don’t lose anything in doing so. Besides, this girl is Jumin’s guest.

“Sure.” I answer lastly, walking into the kitchen and serving a glass of water. I return to her and hand her the glass, the girl takes a sip and leaves the drink on the counter. “What’s your name?” I ask her, and she finally looks up from her phone. She stares at me and narrows her eyes, as if she can’t understand what I’m saying.

“I’m sorry for how long have you been working for Jumin?” She asks, and now it’s me who’s confused. Work for Jumin? What is she talking about?

“I apologize for taking so long.” Jumin suddenly speaks behind me, and I turn around to look at him; he’s wearing a very elegant black suit, with a striped white shirt underneath along with a black tie around his neck. “What’s going on in here?”

“Oh Jumin!” The woman says, as she stands up and walks towards him. “I’m glad you are finally done, so we can go already.” Jumin turns to look at the woman, looking her from her head to her toes and then tilting his head in confusion.

“Sarah, what are you doing here?” He inquires.

“What do you mean?” She asks, laughing awkwardly “I’m here so we can go to the play tonight.”

“I’m sorry but I already invited someone else tonight,” He answers, sounding almost uninterested in the woman in front of him “since you rejected the tickets that my father gave us the other day.” Sarah looks both confused and upset as she turns around to look at me.

“You’re taking your maid with you?” She asks, almost shocked. Maid? She thinks I’m his maid? I look down to see the dress I’m wearing; black and white, just below the knee and a bit elegant. Is this the reason why she thinks that way?

“I don’t work for Jumin.” I explain to her, feeling a little self-conscious “We are classmates, he’s my friend.”

“Yes, and we are also late.” He tells Sarah, “So please leave, before I have to call the guards.”

“Jumin Han if you call the guards I’m going to tell your father.” Sarah threatens, but she starts making her way outside the apartment nonetheless.

“Do as you please,” He answers in his usual monotone voice “I really couldn’t care less.”

Sarah walks out as she murmurs a few words about how she’s going to speak to her father about what happened and a few other things that are completely unintelligible. Jumin turns to look at me, but shows no expression whatsoever. Is he still angry at me?

“Are you ready?” He asks me, and I nod in response. “Let’s go then.”

The lights in the theater slowly dim as the show starts. Jumin, who’s sitting by my right, hasn’t said anything to me since we got out of his apartment. If he’s still mad at me, then why are we here?

He still seems to be mad at me, but then why did he invite me here if he’s upset?

The music starts playing softly, and everyone in the audience goes completely quiet. A woman comes out and starts singing beautifully; her voice is smooth and silky, always remaining in a peaceful and sweet pitch.

The story that’s being told is about a young woman, who falls in love at first sight with a man. He, as equally in love with her as she is with him, promises to give her the sun, the moon and the stars. The young couple then becomes blinded by their love and naivety, never realizing how their relationship is slowly turning unstable as time passes by. The man now feeling an unhealthy amount of love for her, kidnaps his lover; keeping her inside his empty basement. The woman dies of abuse and neglect after a while, and the man; unable to live without the love of his life takes his own life.

In my chest I feel my heart beat heavily; everything I’m seeing is absolutely breathtaking. Every single move and every single sound is filled with passion and pain. For a moment I stop breathing, and I concentrate on the woman’s face at her very last scene; she’s filled with fear and regret for not being careful enough, and for some reason I’m feeling it as well. At the corner of my eyes I feel the tears start to come out, and as she gives her last breath I finally exhale.

The lights around us enlighten the room once again, and as they do people start to clap and cheer for the artists. After a few minutes, Jumin stands up from his seat and walks by my side on our way out of the theater. He stops walking just before we reach the entrance doors.

“MC, wait.” He says, and I turn around to face him. Jumin hesitates for a few seconds before he speaks again. “I wanted to apologize for what happened yesterday. I had no right in telling you what to do.” I look at him and in his eyes I can see the same pain the naïve lovers had a few moments ago; a mix of grief and fear for not being able to keep the person you care for by your side.

“I’m also sorry for yelling.” I confess, getting closer and taking one his hands in mine. “I know you had good intentions.” With his free hand, Jumin reaches over to his pocket and takes a small black box from it.

“I don’t want you to think that I’m trying to buy your forgiveness,” He explains as he opens the black box “But I wanted to give you this.”

“A butterfly.” I say, as I take out from the small box a silver necklace with a three small amethyst stones attached to the beautiful butterfly pendant.

“I thought it would be appropriate,” He starts, as he takes the necklace in his hands and taps my shoulder to turn around. “Since butterflies are lovely but not meant to be trapped.” Jumin adjusts the necklace and I turn around to face him again.

“I love it.” I say, as I smile to him and lean closer to embrace him. “Thank you Jumin.” He returns the hug right away, and I feel the way he rests his head on top of mine.

“Are you ready to return home?” He asks me, not moving from our embrace. I nod my head and he finally lets go of me, only to take my hand in his as we walk outside. “Let’s go then.”

[hockeyboysimagines]

I can be your sugar

Chapter 5

Warnings: sex, some language, more sex. This whole fic is basically just sex and I’m not sorry.

Hi all! This one was much requested to be updated so here we are! I hope you enjoy -💕

The cutest ever👇🏻

Pierre had his face buried in Mila’s neck as he gave his last few pushes, a low groan escaping from him. She had a smile on her face, eyes closed as he let out a long breath and pulled out, laying down next to her. They’d been taking turns sleeping over at each other’s apartments and it had honestly been more fun than he could remember having in a long time.

He gave her a long slow kiss, before sitting up. Her hair was wild, and she looked tired but damn was she beautiful. He had practice in a little while and as much as he didn’t want to go, he dragged himself out of bed, slipping on shorts and pulling the curtains back on the big window in his bedroom.

“Nice view eh?”

“Mmmmm. It is.”

He turned to find her laying on her side staring at him “Oh you meant out the window. It’s okay, but it’s nothing like the one I have right now.”

He chuckled and stretched, flexing for her benefit.

“Do you wanna go on a date tonight?”

She propped herself up on her elbow “Like out to a bar?”

“No like a real date. Dinner or something.”

“O-Okay.” She smiled and nodded.

“Yeah?”

“Sure. When will you be ready?”

“I should be done with practice around 1. I’ll come back and we can hangout or something till later.”

He pulled on a shirt and his shoes and leaned down to kiss her.

“See you later?”

“See you later.” He gave her a wink and a smile and left her bedroom, footsteps echoing as he walked through her apartment and left, locking the door. She lounged for a while, stretching and rolling over.

She felt an almost indescribable feeling every time she was in this bed. Like a euphoria that washed over her again and again, and filled a void she didn’t even know she had.

She rolled out of bed, showered, and dressed in lounge clothing, lazing around his apartment for a while, before eventually falling asleep.

***********

“Soooooooooo.” Nick said smiling at him from the bench. Coach was running drills and Pierre was watching only mildly interested.

“Soooooooooo?” He echoed back, refusing to meet his eye.

“How’s it going?”

“Practice is going fine.”

Nick rolled his eyes and poked him with his stick “Not what I meant you douche. I meant how’s your girlfriend?”

“Girlfriend? What girlfriend?” Seth asked as he skated up to them.

“Mila of course. Haven’t you been paying attention?”

“No shit?” Seth asked giving him a jab on the shoulder “Nicely done buddy.” Pierre rolled his eyes

“She’s not my girlfriend. We just- she’s not my girlfriend.”

Josh was grinning ear to ear from Nick’s other side, and Pierre sent him a warning glare.

He ignored their questions for the rest of practice and tape review and shook them finally on his way to his car and sat in it with a huff.

She wasn’t his girlfriend…yet. And if she became his girlfriend, he wasn’t about to tell those vultures. Sometimes they were so annoying about the whole thing he wanted to request a trade just to get away from them. But right now he just wanted to get out his clothing and into his bed for an afternoon of sleep and maybe some sex before he took her on a first date tonight.

He found her laying on her side in bed, tv on low, curtains pulled over the windows. She had on a T-shirt and a pair of light blue lacy underwear on.

Damn her.

He dropped his bag, getting her attention and she smiled.

“Hi.”

“Hi.” He held eye contact with her as he very slowly shed his jacket and pulled his shirt over his head. She felt a chill move slowly up her spine and he unbuckled his jeans and stepped out of them. From her angle she could see every muscle rolling under his skin as he walked forward and slipped into bed beside her, one hand running across her bare abdomen.

“You know what you should get?” He ran a hand across the band of her underwear “A tattoo right here.” He tapped her hip bone.

“A tattoo? Of what?”

He swiveled his eyes to the ceiling in thought and chewed on his bottom lip in thought “Like a cute little bird or a feather.” He traced a long line from ge top of her hip, across the band of her underwear, letting it graze just below the fabric. She jolted, and goosebumps bloomed across her skin.

“I’ve never even thought about getting a tattoo.”

“How come?”

“Oh I don’t know. My last boyfriend didn’t like them, so I just never thought about them. Till I saw you shirtless that is.”

Pierres tattoos were one of Mila’s favorite things about him. He was sexy with or without them but the way they looked on his strong, muscular arms was enough to send a thousand dirty thoughts to the forefront of her mind. She ran a hand up his arm.

“Is that right.” She ran her fingers slowly over the lines, feeling where it was slightly raised where the needle had passed over his skin.

“Do they hurt?”

“Not really. I think it would look so sexy.”

“Hmmmm maybe. Would you come with me though?”

“Of course. Any excuse to see a part of your body? Sign me up.”

She blushed and he chuckled. Over the past few days turned into weeks they had done a wide array of sexual things in basically every room in each of their apartments and vehicles, and the smallest things still made her blush. It was adorable to know that while he had touched every part of her body, his words could still get her red faced and flustered.

“So where are we going tonight?” She asked as she continued to run her fingers over the ink on his forearm.

“It’s a surprise.”

“I hate surprises.”

“I figured after we could head out somewhere…the guys were bugging me today to meet up for drinks or something but it’s up to you. If you don’t wanna deal with all that.”

“What do you mean?”

“You know how they are.”

“What? Embarrassed to be seen with me or something?”

“Obviously but that’s besides the point.” Her mouth fell open and she reached forward to pinch at his skin. Within minutes they were a tangled mess of limbs and blankets.

“Mmmmm maybe we should just stay in bed…..” she said, lips moving across his jawline. Her nails were scratching lightly against the skin of his shoulders and all her good parts were pulled flush against his own.

“As tempting as that is, I wanna take you out. So we’re going. But later….” He let a hand drift up under her T-shirt and moved it across her rib cage.

“Is that a promise?”

“Yes.”

“Okay deal.”

They spent a while laying in bed just talking. Before she had come around he’d kind of gotten used to strictly hookups. No talking before, during or after. But this was new.

And it was nice.

She never judged or interrupted, or overstepped. He felt totally comfortable telling her everything and anything about himself. It was refreshing to listen to her voice as he ran a hand slowly across the bare skin of her legs. He had definitely gotten lucky in more than one sense of the word.

Eventually however they had to get up and get ready to leave. She kissed him goodbye and headed back to her own apartment with a small smile as he made his way to the shower. He couldn’t even remember the last time he was on a date.

But he was so damn excited.

*************

Mila knew Pierre was a gentleman, just by the way he acted. But he really rolled out the red carpet this time. He had shown up at her apartment, flowers in hand looking delicious in a black button up and dark pants. She had forgotten for a minute how to speak and stood openly staring at him before he cracked a smile and she snapped out of it.

“Thank you.” She said with a blush as he handed her the flowers and she moved into her kitchen to put them in water.

She had on one of those damn black dresses, though this was one he hadn’t seen before and he had thoughts for a minute of cancelling the whole thing and ripping the dress right off. But then she smiled at him and he couldn’t do it.

“You look-you look amazing. I mean you always look amazing but tonight especially.” She tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear and looked at her feet.

“Thank you, but it’s the dress.”

“It’s definitely not the dress. Are you ready?”

He held her hand out to the car, and into the restaurant, which was beautiful, and only let go when they sat down. She nearly lost her mind when he ordered wine, in French, which sent a warm tingly feeling down her abdomen and settled in between her legs. The small smile on his face meant he knew exactly what he was doing and she fixed him with a look.

“What?”

“You know what.”

“I don’t….what? The French?”

She rolled her eyes and crossed her legs “Stop.”

“I can say other things in French you know…”

“Stop.” She whispered with a small laugh “Just stop.”

“Okay I’ll stop. So anyways…about this whole dating thing? I have no idea how to do it.”

They were interrupted for a moment by the waiter returning with wine and a nervous expression.

“Excuse me, miss but I need to check your drivers license.”

“For?”

“To make sure your over 21.”

Pierre laughed and pursed his lips. Everywhere Mila went she got carded, and no one believed she was 21 even when they saw her license. She rolled her eyes and pulled it from her clutch and handed it over.

“Thank you. Sorry for the inconvenience.” The waited left the wine of the table and left before she spoke.

“Me either.” She admitted as he poured wine and slid her glass over to her “I don’t think I was doing it right before.”

“Well he definitely wasn’t doing it right before.” He said raising his eyebrows suggestively “We’ve established that.”

She bit her lip and sipped her wine before he continued “This is the first date I’ve been on in a really long time…so I’m kind of winging it here but I guess we should just see what happens?”

This was the first time she had seen Pierre so unsure of himself. His usually confident exterior had cracked a little and a small ray of vulnerability had shone through. It was different, but kind of endearing. While sex had always been something she had been apprehensive about, dating wasn’t. It was her turn now to be confident.

“I think that’s a great idea, but are we putting a title on this or?”

“I mean. Yeah…I think we should.” He smiled slowly, making her knees weak and reached for her hand. If her chest hadn’t been in the way her heart might have exploded from inside her body, grown wings and flown around the restaurant squealing. The butterflies, the goosebumps and the unmistakable feeling of things being right since that first night had all led her to this point.

She was finally happy.

There was no guarantee of course that things would work, but in her heart of hearts she knew.

Dinner passed by with ease, wine and conversation flowed as it usually did and he kept speaking in French.

“Are you trying to torture me?”

“A little.”

She scowled as an idea formulated in her mind. As discreetly and slowly as she could, she wiggled out of her underwear and then slid them down her leg, pulling one high heeled foot out at a time.

“What are you-?” He asked as she balled them up in her hand and leaned over to slip them in his pocket. When the realization of what she had done hit him, he swallowed thickly and rested his palm on his forehead.

“Okay. I deserved that. I’ll stop with the French.”

She gave him a cheeky smile and sipped her wine holding back a giggle. He started fidgeting around shortly after and then he was calling for the check. As he paid and put her coat around her shoulders he placed a hand on her lower back to guide her out of the restaurant and towards the elevator. But as they made their way towards it, a girl about her age stepped in front of them.

“Oh my god your Pierre-Lic Dubois. I knew it was you.” She had a smile on her face that was highly inappropriate considering he was actively on a date and Mila frowned. The girl was so enamored by him she hadn’t even noticed Mila standing there. She looked exactly the part. Short right dress, sky high heels, and her chest was so large it might spill from the top of her dress if she moved too suddenly. She was the kind of girl who would be on the lookout for an nhl player, and the kind of girl who made Mila take a hit on her self esteem.

“Will you take a picture with me?” He pursed his lips and glanced at Mila. The girl still hadn’t even glanced at her but was staring at him hopefully. Behind her was a small group of girls who were whispering excitedly. As much as he wanted to say no, he knew that would be rude and being friendly to fans was important.

“Uh sure.” He gave her hip a small squeeze and stepped away from Mila and the girl seemed to notice her for the first time. She looked her up and down and made a face as she handed her phone to one fo her friends and moved in way too close for a photo with a guy she didn’t even know.

And then her friends wanted photos, and then they wanted to talk. Mila was more and more annoyed the longer she stood there. The hair twirling and doe eyed expressions were getting on her nerves and he could tell. He gave her a sideways glance but every time he tried to end the conversation and move away from the group they pulled him back in.

“Well it’s been nice meeting you but I’m actually here on a date, so I really need to get going.”

“A date? Noooo.” One of the girls pouted. Mila rolled her eyes and made a small noise of disgust.

“With her?” One of the girls pointed at Mila with a skeptical expression and she decided she’d had enough “Is she even old enough to be here?”

“Yes with me, now if you’ll excuse us I need to get him home and take my underwear out of his pocket. Have a good night.” Pierre stifled a laugh as she gave his arm a tug and turned away from the girls, their mouths hanging open.

“Are you jealous?”

“Me? Jealous of that bimbo? No but who does she think she is? I was literally standing right there!”

“Your kind of hot when your mad.” He said grinning as they neared the elevator.

It was moderately crowded as they entered and moved back against the wall of the elevator to allow for the other people to fit. She listened absently as people called out numbers for whichever floor they happened to be getting off at until she froze when she felt Pierres hand graze the back of her leg.

“I haven’t forgotten your not wearing any underwear.” He whispered softly enough that only she could hear. As his hand migrated further up her leg, the wine induced blush of her cheeks deepened and she let out a shuddering breath as his hand made its way between her legs.

He was smiling, fighting back the urge to laugh as he pushed a finger inside of her. She bit down on her lip and gave him a sideways glance as he pushed another finger inside of her. She was smiling as she gave another gasp and covered it with a cough. He leaned over and gave her a very soft kiss on the side of her neck as the elevator dinged and he withdrew his fingers as the doors opened to their floor. Her legs felt like jello and she waited until they were far enough away from people to smack him with her clutch.

“I can’t- you just-I”

When they reached the car she pulled him against her for a very long, slow kiss that surely meant there would be more activity later in the evening.

When they reached his apartment door and made it inside, he kissed her again, hands braced on either side of her head. He tasted like wine and mint gum, and the cologne he was wearing was making her slightly disoriented, as he steered her towards the bed, hands sliding up under the dress she wore. He pushed her down into a sitting position and knelt in front of her, eyes piercing hers. His big hands slid up her legs, hooking into the band of her underwear and slid them slowly down. She ran her hands through his hair, blush creeping up her cheeks as he let his lips ghost up her bare legs, hands moving her dress out of the way. He flicked his gaze up to her as he pressed several open mouthed kisses up her legs. Her heart was pounding in her chest as he braced a hand on her hips and pulled her forward. She arched her back as his mouth moved towards the inside of her thigh, and connected with her center. He hitched her leg over his shoulder as he moved his mouth against her, arms holding her in place. Stars exploded behind her eyelids as she squeezed her eyes shut, letting out a ragged breath.

“Pierre.” She breathed fingers gripping his shoulders. He let his eyes slide slowly up to hers, mouth still moving against her. She felt her face redden more than it already was. He leaned back, still on his knees. He was flushed, lips red and swollen as he stood, backing her up against the bed until she was lying under him. He fumbled with the button on his pants, before moving his boxers out of the way as he pushed them down, and pushed inside her in one fluid movement.

She gasped, eyes sliding shut as he began to move, arching her pelvis up against him creating an intense amount of friction. He choked out a breath, lips moving across her neck. He quickened his pace pulling back eyes catching hers as he felt her start to shake. He gave a few hard thrusts as he felt his own high coming and buried his head in her neck. Both breathing heavily, he glanced up at her after a few moments and smiled.

“Worth the wait?”

“Definitely.”

[loth-wolffe]

Hello darling, maybe send a 📝? If not, feel free to ignore me. 💕 Much love!

Send me a 📝 and I’ll tell you what my favorite fic of yours is (and what I love about it!) 💕

hihihi hello! omg of courseeeeeee. much love to you too!

sOoOooOooOo. this took me so long bc i had to like, reread everything just to be sure my fave one was,,,, my fave one. u know. and also got slightly busy at my grandma's so didn't have much time to check them out and aaaaaaa excuses excuses. ANYWAYS HERE IT ISSSSSSS

i changed my fave fics like 833736 times, but I finally decided heheheheh.

SO. blankets of flesh.

where can I even begin. this is so good. so. good. I'm trash for soft thrawn and you write him so well. not just soft thrawn but like, thrawn in general.

the way you perfectly balance this saccharine softness and still make it so hot,,, wow, like, damn. natahanto. if u know what I'm sayin. (undescribable)

and it's just how worried he's at the beginning, asking reader if she's alright, ready to stop the second she shows discomfort.

when he says "you're in pain" and he's already walking towards her, ready to do whatever she wants him to.

the whole exchange makes my heart ACHE like, it's so pure, to be in love with someone and not saying it with those exact words but with little actions and with the care you're trying to show to compensate the lack of those eight little letters.

AND this !!!

“Do you enjoy being at my mercy?”

“Do you enjoy being at mine?” You counter like a jab, a sparring session of words with no decided victor.

no comments just AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

and thissss?!!!!!!?!!!

"How do I make you feel?”

“Like no other has, my csaz.”

JUST MORE AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

and u know, many thrawn fics I've read are just like,,,, maybe soft dom? sometimes. and you just made this dynamic where them both are soft subdoms(??????? idk idk

and it's so !!!!!!! because I aDORE where reader is also a match for the person she's with.

Thrawn���s hands cradle your face as he sees to ruin you, pushing aside all that once was until he can reach near your lungs; and maybe one day he’ll tell you he loves you.

But today he only asks, "What color?

I JUST– ITS SO SKFJSKDJAKWN I HAVE NO WORDS. this fic really k worded me.

AND ITS JUST. when there's the thought of saying, of admitting, this feeling, to be vulnerable enough to let them know you feel like this or like that, and to think "maybe today's the day" BUT IT ISN'T, and instead they say this other thing that means jUST AS MUCH for them.

AAAA It makes me go 🥰🥰🥰🥰 and feel so warm and fuzzy.

AND THIS

“I am yours, Grand Admiral,” you turn your head to the side, kissing his palm, “but are you mine?”

“I would never belong to another. You are ch'eo csaz, ch'eo ch'acah."

THISSSSSSSSS

the uncertainty, the doubt, "are you mine?" even after the care he shows, even after the kisses and the touches, even after all that has happened between them, there's this lingering doubt.

AND HIS ANSWER I–

i am crying.

there's this,,, humanness in those words. in that moment alone. it is what make us us, you know. that we want to know these things, to be loved just the same as we love, to know it's reciprocated, that we feel as one. and it's in this intimacy that we dare to ask, when our walls are down and there's no space to shy away because we're filled with this blissful feeling of him inside you.

idk. just me thinkin stuff.

anyways.

AT THE END !!!! i lOVE this. I LOVE hIM.

A large thumb brushes the tears from your cheek, “You are alright, my love, I’m here.” No Cheunh this time for fear his truth would get lost in translation; words bringing you down from the clouds until you’re safe in his arms once again. 

I'm. here.

fuck. dude this is so 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 i literally can't express how much this makes me feel, my heart swelling bc that's so f u cki i ng soft.

and like I said, the balance between this goddamn hot fic along with this– rawness of what it is like to be in a relationship with someone that cares for you the same amount as you care for them. showing us this,,, familiarity. these feelings, these forms of love.

so beautiful.

other fics of yours i absolutely adore are that one rex fic where he wears lingerie.

the moment he goes all "you don't like it" :((( i fucking SCREAM every time. rex is so cute and my number one (1) baby boy so seeing him in this scenario makes me go 🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴 but at the same time u showed us what is like for your partner to be self conscious at the lack of response from you (bc it's usually the other way around in some fics) and ahhhh!!! you did it so wonderfully. i like to reread this from time to time bc one (1) it's so amazingly written and it's a *chefs kiss* fic and second I'm a w word for rex ahdkahd.

AND. that one fic with thrawn and eli. oh my gODSSDJKWFNISND. jesus christ kendra darling that sent me straight to horny prison in fucking hell. gosh. when mr. vanto goes and says "we eat first" I short circuited and had to take a moment bc dAMN GIRL, you really wrote this masterpiece and expected me to not fucking combUST.

[tellywoodtrash]

immj2 27+28.11.20 lbs

27.11.20

lmao i was gonna get suuuuuuper mad at kabir for being in her room but then he’s like:

“hi.”

....................... and i instantly snorted happily. vishal is realllllllllly just so likable that i just can’t with him anymore. i love when adorable marshmallows like him and shrenu play evil. you just cannot fucking hate them!

blah blah humaara kamra, mera kamra nonsense.

shaadi ka joda gift. with that tackyyyyyyyyyyyyassss KABIR KI RIDDHIMA written on it. main marr jaooon par kabhi bhi aisa kuch na pehnoon, no matter how much i love the guy.

“kuch hi derr mein tum VANSH ki riddhima se, KABIR ki riddhima ho jaogi.” coz even in 2020, women are nothing but chattel to be passed on from one man to another.

riddhima is thinking fat chance, bitch.

telling him she’ll never wear red for him, coz “laal pyaar ka rang hota hai, aur main sirf ek insaan se pyaar karti hoon, aur woh hai vansh.”

“toh yeh bhi vansh ke paise se hi liya hai.” lmaooooooooo

ghani beizzati by saying she’s already bought a joda for herself, a white one. which honestly looks muchhhhhhhhhh nicer than the red one acc. to me but ok.

vansh checking his account balance and seeing that there’s charges for two wholeass designer jodas bought for a shaadi that’s not even gonna happen:

anyway kabir’s like ok who cares, colour doesn’t matter, shaadi toh tumhari honi hai mujhse blah blah.

kabir doesn’t like mandap setup. coz all white. and apparently aryan was in charge of it? coz he’s getting dragged by the collar for it.

good. i don’t feel any sympathy.

ishani is like dekh liya nateeeja iss loserrrrrrrr ki khushaamad karne ka? when has vansh ever treated you like this no matter how mad he’s gotten at you? he always protected you.

behen kyun bhains ke aage been bajaa rahi ho? yeh manhoos baaz nahi aana.

ishani flounced away and aryan’s now vowing revenge against kabir. abbe yaar, tera list toh kabhi khata hi nahi hota.

why the fuck are these ppl soooooooooo dressed up for a wedding they don’t even want to participate in? itna toh main apni genuine shaadi ke liye naa sajjjjjjoon.

suddenly ishani is allllll about bado ka sammaaan and parampara, pratishthaaaaa, anushaasan and all. lmao ok?????

tod di choodi uski kalaayi par. jaisa bhai, waisiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii hi behen.

shaadi mubarak indeed. lol.

riddhima’s calling vihaan and freakingout ki woh paise leke bhaag gaya. you are so fucking stupid sis, why would you give him that much fucking money BEFORE HE EVEN SHOWED THE FUCK UP??????????

“tum thodi weird nahi ho????” bhai obvious sawaal naa pooch.

anyway he’s like calm yo tits, untwist your panties, i’ll get there on time.

kabir instead of fixing his maatam waala mandap is back skulking around vihaan’s container box house. ladki ko shaadi karni bhi nahi hai and she’s sitting there ready from 3 hours before, aur yeh, jissko shaadi ki utaavli chadhi thi, is out doing randomassssss jasoosi, coz that’s the priority rn. sounds legit. 

VIHAAN THE DUMBASS TOOK OFF THE CCTV CAMERA AND PACKED IT. GOD YOU’RE ALLLLLLLLLLL FUCKING AQAL KE DUSHMAN IN THIS SHOW.

kabir sneaking in with gunnnnnnn.

how the fuck am i supposed to take him seriously with these bachchon waale sports shoes?!!?!?!? GIVE THE MAN HIS COMBAT BOOTS BACK SO HELP ME GODDDDDD

he’s peeking in the door and making some threatening statements about oh ho yeh hai tumhara plan, main sab khatammmmm kar doonga and all, but we never see wtf he’s looking at and this show is fulllllllllllll of red herrings, so........ idc.

riddhima putting on previous mangalsutra for this wedding and..... guts toh hai bandi main. badiii dheent hai.

mummy coming and saying blah blah usse utaar do this is your new mangalsutra and lmaoooooooooooooo

this is the tackiest fucking shit i’ve ever seen in my life. what’s with their obsession of putting their name on everything!?!!!?!!? what are you, an eight grader?!?!!?!?

anyway, bored with this ainvayi ki dhamki waala scene, fwding.

blah blah 2 ghante mein kaunsa chamatkaar hona hai and all......... WHY ARE YOU PPL SO DAMN OVERCONFIDENT????

meanwhile kabir is back and now harassing dadi. KISI KO TOH AKELA CHOD DE.  

actually, lmao, i’d love to see him go try this shit on ishani and angre. it would be fucking glooooooooooorious lololololol.

anyway, he wants dadi’s aashirwaad in the form of vansh’s saafa (pagdi/turban). ABBE YAAAAAAAAAAR. USKE UNDERWEAR DRAWER SE JAAKE USKI CHADDI BHI LEKE PEHEN. ITNAAAAAAAAA WANNABE VILLAIN MAINE AAJ TAK NAHI DEKHA. HADHHHHHHH HAI.

chikni chupdi baatein ki i’m just trying to be the son vansh was to this house. if i wear his saafa, it’s like uski aashirwaad aur duaein meri saath hongi.

LMAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO PICTURE VANSH’S FACE IS LITERALLY LIKE

anyway dadi is like really really fucking hurt by this and my god i wanna fucking murder kabir.

she’s literally telling him to pick anything else, it’s vansh’s nishaani and he’s like aap sab ke paas koi na koi nishaani hai, mere paas apne bhai ki koiiiiiiiii nishaani nahi hai blah blah and oh my god, this is truly the most villainous thing kabir has done, being thisssssss fucking emotionally manipulative. the absolute fuckkkkkkkk.

ugh anyway long story short. baandh diya dadi ne ukso saafa. bloody nonsense.

poor dadi phoot phoot ki ro rahi hai ki she’s losing vansh bit by bit. awwwww man it’s genuinely heartbreaking.

riddhima has witnessed this and is about to fuckkkkkk shit up lolll. 

lmaoooooooooooo dayum.

wtf is your problem, i’m marrying you, why are you torturing the fam like this blah blah. kabir like physical, emotional, moral sabbbbbbbbbbb tarah se tod ke rakh doonga inn sabko and ugh god i just really fucking hate him.

but damn he just looks really good in this sherwani and hair all mussed up.

anyway he’s doing some real messed-up, genocidal dictator kinda talk and phew. is just askinggggggggg to be murdered.

and then lmao he abruptly switched to “bohut khoobsurat lag rahi ho tum; time kya ho raha hai???? ooooooh ek ghanta baaki hai.” and i legittttttt lol’d at the way he delivered it. I HATE VISHAL FOR NOT LETTING ME HATE KABIR IN PEACEEEEEEEEE.

riddhima panic-calling vihaan, wants to go check on him. mummy ne pakad liya, room mein badh kar diya coz K told her to handle riddhima’s bhagodi dulhan ways.

great. riddhima’s having a breakdown.

motivational call from the choti sarrdaarni. she kinda just looks like a tall baby shivangi joshi had with aditi dev sharma????

le, doosre show waale heroine ko bhi pata hai kabir kameena hai, iss show mein 3 episode pehle pata chala issko.

ok is the choti sarrdaarni delusional and having a make-believe phone call with the protagonist of her favt tv show IMMJ, coz she knows waaaaay more details than even the people in this house know about the plot and what went down. she’s talking about how vansh aakhri pal tak ladta raha and riddhima’s like huh, news to me, i just got there in time to see him spout some ghatiya shayari and then throw himself off a cliff.

anyway riddhima seems to have gotten strength from this deranged phone call, so............. good for her, i guess.

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28.11.20

next ep just abruptly started with kabir and mummy in riddhima’s room threatening her and i just.......... dude, whatever. i’m just gonna skim through this ep coz i know it’s just filler shit till literally the last 1 minute. 

OK HE’S MANHANDLING HER AGAIN AND FUCKKKKKKKKKKK

dang helly looked evennnnnnnn younger in the first eps. legit baby face. at least now they’ve aged her up a lil with the makeup and styling.

he’s saying don’t bother waiting, no one is gonna come. OH BOY. VIHAAN ARE YOU OK????? ARE YOU OK??????? ARE YOU OK VIHAAN?!?!?!?!?

cue riddhima’s panic attack.

lmao kabir telling mummy ki iss shaadi mein ab koi speedbreaker nahi hai lol. heavy foreshadowing that ab se everything that can go wrong is definitely gonna go wrong.

suddenly at the speed of light kabir is back at the container home in his sherwani and saafa and holding vihaan at gunpoint????

oh. sapna tha riddhima ka. ouff. this stupid show has tooooo fucking many dream sequences.

someone give this bitch a klonopin coz watching her is making my anxiety shoot up.

mummy comes into room 2 min later and sees riddhima sleeping ghoongattttt and all. SURE. NOT SUS AT ALL THAT A BRIDE DYING OF ANXIETY WOULD TAKE A NAP 30 MIN BEFORE THE CEREMONY IN FULLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL OUTFIT. TOTALLY A THING THAT HAPPENS.

DUDE SHE PULLED A NURSE WAALI HARKAT AGAIN. LMAOOOOOOOOO. KISKO SULAAAAAKE AAYI HAI TU, AAFAT?!?!?!!?

askdjasldkjlsakdjlaskjdlaskjdlaskjdlkas. ALSO THE FACT THAT MUMMY RECOGNIZED HER FROM HER PRESS ON NAILS. LMAOOOOOOOOOO I CAN’T EVEN WITH THIS SHOW.

LMAO RIDDHIMA YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAR

lol mummy has to call and give bad news to kabir. and i am sad we didn’t get to see his volcanic reaction, which no doubt would have been epicccccccccccc.

10 MINUTES TO THE CEREMONY. VR MANSION IS 20 MIN AWAY FROM THE CONTAINER HOUSE (AS STATED BY V BEFORE) AND THIS SIS IS...........

RE DEVAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.

she finally got in and the whole place is empty. he practically lives in a storage unit, you telling me he went and moved his stuff to a whole different storage unit?????

new freakout within the pre-existing panic attack: kabir ne vihaan ko saaf kar diya ya vihaan paise leke bhaag gaya??

cut to fb: riddhima asking V all earnestly ki tum dhoka toh nahi doge na????

HIS ASS ACTUALLY SAID, LEMME TELL YOU A FACT ABOUT ME: I LOVE MY MOM. I SWEAR ON HER I WON’T BETRAY YOU. 

AND SHE STILL DIDN’T GET THAT HE’S VANSH. MY GODDDDDDDD.

she’s like nope vihaan gave mummy promise so he won’t give dhoka. ah yes, the most sacred and inviolable of promises.

toh bacha alternative ki kabir has vihaan. 4th simultaneous panic attack in a panic attack. someone sedate this bitch.

aaaaaaaaaand kabir has sent a video of a bomb in VR mansion below the mandap. great.

and now he’s calling to say ki get your ass back home or imma scramble these eggheads called the raisinghanias.

lmao the bomb is counting forwards instead of backwards????

mummy saying MY BETA SMAAAAAARTEST. haan, tha..... kisi zamaane mein. ab nihaayati bewakoof ho gaya hai.

lmao kabir accosted a passing by angre and is like you need to be loyal to me as you were to vansh and lol angre’s like saaf saaf shabdon mein, fuckkkkkkk off.

LMAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO KABIR WENT TO HURL THE NAARIYAL AT ANGRE’S RETREATING HEAD HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA MAN HOW THE FUCK AM I SUPPOSED TO HATE HIM HE’S SO FUCKING HILARIOUS

lmao he goes to phodofy naariyal and:

abhi bappa ko huullllllllll de raha hai. overconfidence ki hadh toh dekho.

riddhima is back and hunting for the bomb and kabir comes bouncing the fake bomb around and she’s legit like TUMNE MUJHSE JHOOOOOT BOLA?!?!!?!?!?!?!?!?!!?!? lol bitch, seriously???? because he’s been the paragon of truth and virtue up until this moment??????

“apna hulia sudhaar ke aao. 5 min mein mrs. kabir banne waali ho. thoda standard toh match karo.” lmaooooo the sasss and disdaaaaaain he said that withhhhhh. boy knows he’s looking damn good today.

anyway blah blah shaadi has started. dadi is sad af. to the point where ishani is looking really concerned. i really love this soft ishani.

“kaash samay ka paiyya ulta ghoom jaaye aur mera vansh wapis aa jaaye mere paas.”

dadi, shoulda asked for world peace instead. just the one wish you had and you wasted it on getting your hellion pota back. 

some more in-room threatening of riddhima by mummy. while riddhima is throwing out last minute prayers to bappa and vihaan ki bas just do something and stop this whole shitshow.

vihaan ka toh pata nahi, the shady fuck, but bappa like:

i gotchu girl.

bhaari bhaari flashback waali walk down the stairs.

HE EVEN SAID THE MAA LINE AS VIHAAN IN THE VANSH VOICE. SHE GOTTA BE SOOOOO FUCKING STUPID MY GODDDDDDD.

ouffffff so much time wasteeeeeeeeeee.

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaand....................

watch that he was wearing while falling off the cliff? ✅✅✅

wedding ring that was not found on the dead body????? ✅✅✅

“YEH SHAADI NAHI HO SAKTI” booooooooming across the whole damn neighbourhood in the fakest deep voice everrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr???? ✅✅✅

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precap:

haan yeh sab toh theek hai.............. 😕😕😕

par asli sexxxxxxxxx waali chemistry idhar hai!!!!!!!! UNFFFFFF. 🤩🤩🤩

[2p-stuff-because-i-miss-them]

could you do maybe .. 2p italy boyfriend headcanons pls?? thank you !! i love the blog so far

Yay tysm~ bf headcanons for the boi coming right up, my last bf canons were too long so I hope this ones shorter.

Our favorite short glass of red wine, Luciano Vargas-

This boi really did think he was going to be the one to sweep you off your feet and take you away to a paradise.

Turns out it was you who did that

Well okay it was both-

You two probably met during the spring in park

Sounds nice but it was about to be stormy as all hell and Luciano was so visibly pissed about something it was kind of funny. 

It was funnier when the sat down ignoring the weather signs and took his jacket off

It was less funny when the rain started and he curled up in a ball to start sobbing quietly, something must have happened

He couldn’t really see you, but he could sense and hear you breathing, as for you his glowing magenta eyes were burned into the back of your brain, and you thought he was really pretty lets be honest he is prettiest boi-

Maybe that's why you gave him your umbrella as to help him get a little dry, or maybe make him feel a tad bit better

Bottom line you two talked, you made him feel a bit better and you didn’t make a big deal about it, which he admired. 

You went from closer than normal acquaintances to friends over the span of 7 months, then best friends after a year, it only took another month for hm to start catching feelings and getting more romantic but then it took three months before he finally kissed you under the rain to make it official.

He was all suave abt it and stuff lolo

Btw kisses with Luciano are clicks tounge top TIER

He does it all the time when he’s with you in public and private.

He likes cuddling with you everywhere too but he wont because he has an image to maintain around people ig

But damn you’ll just be sitting down chilling and he’s staring (almost glaring-) at you then he leaves and comes back behind you just to place you on his lap. 

          ^“Luci this is a Wendy’s-”

Even if you're much bigger and/or taller than him he always wants to be the one holding you. Which is sweet but sometimes he falls down and doesn’t let go-

          ^“Hey Luci can you help me get down from this (slightly tall platform)?”

             Ah yes bella I’ll just carry you off

           “Luci no I mean can I just hold your hand until I get down as to keep balance-”

            No no its fInE-

           “Luci no NO WAIT PUT ME DOWN I'M TOO THICC FOR YOUR SHI-”

And then you come crashing down but at least you fell on Luciano-

As macho as this man is, he’ll lose it if you call him pretty and do light make up on him really.

He likes taking pictures of you and setting them as his wallpaper with filters and stuff, if you do the same to him he’ll die-

Luci probably already knows most if not all of your big and small insecurities abt your body and personality and he’ll praise those aspects about you every day, sometimes on purpose but usually just because he genuinely loves all of his s/o.

Now keeping this in mind he’ll also be “playfully” mean but you can’t really tell because he has the same resting bitch face the entire time he’s being playful and serious.

And you also can’t tell because he’ll be high-key threatening about it and then say “I’m joking” after you’ve panicked

He spends a lot of money on you because he’s kind of materialistic but he also tries to do the small things for you when he has time, so he can show you how much he cares outside of just spoiling you with no love in return

When Luciano is talking with you he’s very distracting, because he’s usually stroking your arm or face or messing with your hair. He does this out of habit because he thinks it’s a comforting way to say that he’s listening and/or go on but sometimes you’ll lose focus when he’s so close and making direct eye contact-

He knows he's handsome and he'll use it to get his way in arguments or conversations

          ^Luci no I don't want to watch that movie again please-"

          *Luciano bats gorgeous eyelashes once*

          "...I'll be ready in 10"

Luciano also uses italian to his advantage like this as well. He speaks so SMOOTHLY you cannot help it.

He loves to see you all flustered and cute, and that's his primary goal in all of his romantic gestures

He likes to watch romance movies often and honestly, loves movie nights in general, and would love it if you would watch sappy love stories with him.

He also likes to dance with you at night all alone in the dark. He’ll slow dance forever as long as it's with you in his arms (how romantic doki doki)

Luciano is usually always with Lutz and Kuro so you are too, and honestly-

It’s kind of terrifying because Lutz is low-key a giant man child so he’s always getting into accidents that will give you heart attacks before you remember he’s immortal-

And Kuro just sort of appears everywhere behind you, in front of you always watching silently which is unnerving

But you guys get closer during game nights every month so it's okay

Speaking of people you’re always around, Flavio is like always there no matter what, spoiling you almost as much as Luciano. 

This boi loves an s/o’s honesty and genuine love so as long as he keeps getting that he’ll love you forever.

lol this def not even a lil shorter but I’ve deleted too much from it already soooooooooo

[janetbrown711]

❝You are the only one who really understands me, so please—don’t go.❞ Dewey webby Delong with issues of webby leaving with Louie growing up and married and Dewey having issues and separation problems and aaahgavckfmgkf

Webby knew Louie was out of his damn mind when he swore that he’d be able to fix the whole Dewey being drunk out of his mind with Dante, Huey being anxious, and whatever spat Della and Daisy had gotten themselves into all before the rehearsal dinner started, but Webby did nothing to stop him. She was honestly quite interested in just how he would attempt it all, and just how spectacularly it would fail. That was why, despite her granny’s concern, she let Louie to it. 

However, her concern started to edge her when the dinner was starting in five minutes and there wasn’t a sign of Louie, Dewey, Dante, or Daisy anywhere. She figured Louie would probably try to fix everything last minute, as was often a technique of his (though weaker than his others). Sighing, she told Lena she’d be back in a moment and went to search for her fiancée. 

However, when she heard a loud thud, she was diverted from her path and rushed to assist whoever had fallen. To her surprise, it was Dewey, who didn’t appear even the slightest bit soberer than before. Whatever Louie had attempted, it didn’t work. 

“Dewey, are you okay? Why are you alone? Where’s Dante?” Webby asked, looking up and down the empty hallway. 

“Gone,” Dewey mumbled, his breath reeking of alcohol.

“Are you okay? You totally fell,” Webby asked, looking him up and down to check for any possible injuries. 

“Head’s fine. Made of solid rock,” Dewey grinned cheekily, knocking on his head a few times. 

“You’re coming with me mister,” Webby rolled her eyes at his slurred speech, wrapping an arm around him and helping him up, taking him to the kitchen.

“Where we goin’ Websssss?” Dewey asked. “Party’s thata way.”

“We are going to sober you up for Louie because he clearly doesn’t know how to do this,” Webby snarked. 

“True dat,” Dewey nodded. 

“So where’s Dante if you’re alone?” Webby asked again. 

“Dante’s... Dante’s... mm...” Dewey tried to think but couldn’t come to a conclusion. “Dewster’s all alone tonight.”

“Did he say that? Why?” Webby raised an eyebrow. She knew Dante, he was better than just abandoning Dewey like that. 

“Dewster’s aloneee tonight baby, no reason other than my brain,” He answered. Unfortunately, that did nothing to clarify the situation. 

“What about Huey? Louie said he was going to sober you,” Webby questioned. 

“Dante an’ Hubert got in a squabble,” Dewey shrugged.

“Well he better show up soon if this doesn’t work,” Webby sighed. 

“What we gon’ try?” Dewey asked. 

“That’s a surprise,” Webby said, so Dewey wouldn’t run away. It was going to be the tried and true method of dunking his head in ice-cold water until he could stand on his own. 

“Alllll by myseeeeEeelffffffff,” Dewey had begun to drunkenly sing to himself, as was his habit. No matter what situation they were in, if Dewey was drunk, he was singing somehow. 

“Dewey, you aren’t by yourself, I’m here,” Webby rolled her eyes. 

“Not for long,” he muttered. This caused Webby to stop. 

“What do you mean by that?” Webby frowned. 

“I mean...” Dewey’s face flushed and he looked to the ground. It seemed for a moment he would answer when suddenly vomited on a fake tree in the hall. Webby sighed. 

“We need to get you to the kitchen. I’m sure you can explain there,” She sighed and practically carried him to the kitchen, and he luckily didn’t vomit after that. 

Eventually, they reached the kitchen and Webby made her request for a big bucket of ice water, and the sobering began. She had to dunk his face in a total of five times before he demanded she stop and she knew he came back to his senses. 

“Tell me what happened,” Webby sat Dewey down and crossed her arms. 

“What do you mean?” Dewey rubbed the back of his neck. 

“Where’s Huey or Dante? How did you end up alone and wandering the halls of the hotel?” She clarified. 

“Right. That,” Dewey sighed. “Huey found me with Dante, Dante got snappy at Huey, Huey got snappy back, Dante left angry, Huey tried to get me to come back to save his ass so he wouldn’t have to give his speech, I got mad for him getting mad at Dante and stormed off, telling him not to follow,” he explained. 

“How long were you wandering around? And how did Huey lose track of you?” Webby raised an eyebrow. 

“I don’t know everything, okay? It’s foggy,” he shrugged. Webby nodded slowly. 

“I see,” She said. “What about all that alone talk? When I said you aren’t alone you said ‘not for long’. What do you mean?” 

Dewey went silent for a moment. 

“Webby... I-i feel like you’re the only one who understands me...” 

“Dewey, you promised-”

“I know what I promised,” he closed his eyes. “But...”

“Dewey, I know what you want to say but you cannot do this to me. The wedding is tomorrow, you cannot do this to me,” Webby looked away. 

“I wasn’t going to say any of that, I would never do that to you or Louie,” Dewey clarified sharply. Webby took in a deep breath and let him continue. 

“What I meant is... you’re my best friend. Huey’s off in college with a fancy girlfriend, Louie’s getting married, Lena has a girlfriend, heck, even Violet of all people has a girlfriend, meanwhile... I feel like I’m all alone,” he slumped. “I feel like once you get married I’m just going to be... alone; that you won’t want to hang out with me anymore...”

“Lena isn’t dating anyone,” Webby suggested softly. 

“She doesn’t count,” Dewey rolled his eyes. “You know what I mean.”

“I know, I’m sorry...” she sighed.

“Dewey, you’re a very good friend to me too. Trust me when I say, I don’t want to lose this friendship either. I care a lot about you, and I won’t leave you. I promise you’ll never be alone. Plus, you have Dante right?” She put a hand on his shoulder. He nodded. 

“I do,” he sniffled. 

“C’mon dummy, we need to get to the dinner. We’re already late,” Webby punched him in the shoulder, to which he winced and they left back to the dining hall. 

In all honesty, when Webby walked into the dining hall she half-expected everything to be on fire and a huge disaster, with Louie trying to fix it all in the middle. Instead, she was greeted by Louie with the smuggest and calmest face she’s ever seen in her life. 

“Well, well, well... look who’s late,” he grinned.

“Har har. You didn’t sober Dewey, so you didn’t win,” Webby pointed out. Louie rolled his eyes. 

“Well, I did everything else, including showing up on time, soooooooooo...” He winked.

“I get your hoodie for one month,” Webby rolled her eyes. Louie accepted this, holding out his arm for her, which she accepted and all of them took their seats. 

After that, everything seemed to go on without a hitch. Webby looked around the room and saw Daisy and Della were getting along just fine, leaving Donald much happier and more comfortable than before, Huey being relaxed and talking to Violet about things, and Launchpad was having a nice conversation with the person whose car he crashed into. In short, all was well. Webby was genuinely surprised. Then again, she had always known Louie for having a way with words and people. 

However, when Dewey began to hit his fork against his champagne glass (which wasn’t missing a single drop), Webby began to worry about what it was he was going to say. 

“Ladies, gentlemen, and other honored guests, let me be the first to toast to my brother and my best friend’s soon to be marriage,” he raised his glass. 

“I’ve known my little brother my whole life, minus forty-five minutes, and let me tell you he is quite the character. He’s selfish, lazy, and yet somehow the most caring and loving person I know. His schemes may get him in trouble a lot, but hey, I know they’ve saved my butt on multiple occasions,” he joked, which made the whole room laugh. 

“Without him, I’m sure everyone in this room would probably have found themselves in a bit more trouble than they are right now,” he said, to which several people nodded in agreement. 

“Now, Webby is fierce, sweet, and one of the kindest and yet also one of the scariest people I’ve also ever met,” he looked at her. “I couldn’t imagine someone better for my little punk of a brother.”

“So I raise a glass to their soon to be unity. Here’s to Louie and Webby; may their marriage be happy, may it be lengthy, and may it be filled with laughter and good times.” He raised his glass and everyone cheered and drank as he sat back down. 

“That wasn’t terrible Dewey,” Louie elbowed his brother and laughed. 

“I try,” Dewey rolled his eyes and smiled as he took a sip of his water. 

“I thought it was very thoughtful. He doesn’t have your way with words but it was from the heart, be nice,” Webby elbowed Louie. 

“He’s my brother, I have my rights,” Louie teased further. Webby chuckled and rolled her eyes. 

“Thanks,” Dewey said to her. 

“No problem,” She gave him a short and sweet smile and the night continued.

After the toast, everything continued normally, and without a hitch (unless you were Huey, Violet and Lena though, as they still had their bets going on, which they all took quite seriously). The dinner ended, and soon everyone headed off to their room to prepare for what tomorrow held. 

However, just as Webby was going to kiss Louie goodnight before he would disappear until the wedding, a certain uninvited someone burst through the door of the hotel and checked in out of nowhere. Once Webby caught word of it, she and Louie went down to the front desk to see who on earth would check into a wedding like that, and the night before of all times. 

However, the moment the figure opened their mouth a lot of those questions answered themselves. 

“Hello there Sharpy, happy to see me?”

Goldie. 

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

[courage-a-word-of-justice]

Maou-jou 1 | Munou na Nana 1 | Grace of the Gods 1 | IWGP 1 | Akudama 1 | Crusade 1 | JJK 1 | HypMic 2 (also brief thoughts on the dog and cat TV short because I had them)

Maou-jou 1

I sampled this manga with what’s called a “Viz sampler”. I only ever seem to find those at libraries, so I’d assume only they and bookstores can get those.

…Twilight looks like Maou Sadao (Hataraku Maou-sama!).

“Dawner”??? I can read katakana, ya idjits. His name is Akatsuki. Update: The translator must’ve gone, “Dawn is a girl’s name. Let’s tack on an -er so it looks like a guy’s name.”

Aw, Hiro Shimono is Akatsuki. If it were Yoshitsugu Matsuoka, we could’ve gotten a Kirito joke out of it.

Oh! 快眠 (Kaimin) = good rest, literally “happy sleep”. Hence this is the nation of Goodreste. I see.

The lightning effect is soooooooooo cool! *eyes glitter at the particle effects*

I’m gonna die from cuteness from all the teddies and seals!

The little fanfare is so cute and the yokudekimashita reminds me of my days playing the arcade game Bomberman (which had a flower sticker much like this one). I wanna see this get a dub and succeed on all its merits! It’s basically my baby already…bar the fact it took a bit to work up to the first good bit of comedy.

The teddy demons are called Debiakuma, a pun on kuma (bear), devil and akuma (devil). Lessee…After “lesser demon”, there’s more text…“Fluffy bears that can be also used as pets. They give in easily to temptation. A lot of them live in the demon castle, so the princess likes to gather their fur, dye it and spin nice cotton out of it. Warning: A lot of them will either run away or call you their friend./Occasionally act as friends for the princess.”

LOL, I recognised that voice of the Scissors guy straight away…although I didn’t know who it belonged to. That’s Suwabe. (It doesn’t sound like Suwabe, I would’ve thought it to be Takuma Terashima or something.)

Aw, the Japanese version is more boring this time. It’s just Scissor Magician (in the singular for both).

*hears Scissors Demon going -ageruwa”, which is a feminine sentence ending…that’s Suwabe trying to (voice) act effeminate???!!!

These trumpet sounds never get old.

LOL, Siberian huskies dressed as Russians…

Okay, my turn again: Hari means needle, toge means thorn. Next to “His stomach is soft”, part of the subs are cut off due to Funimation’s hardsubs, but I can read “he is proud of his defence” on the 2nd line, “is the type to not refuse when relied on” on the 2nd-last line and “his favourite food is strange bird chawanmushi” on the last line.

I love how parts of the castle are upside down for no reason at all except to look cool…architects must hate that, though.

I hadn’t heard of “seesaw battles” until now. but the metaphor does make sense...kind of.

What about changing the mattress? Update: She does do that…kind of.

Gaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Kirito was under my nose all along! Damn Demon Kinggggggggggggggggggg!

Kamina glasses on one of the background trees! Cute tapir! Ahhhhhhhh, it’s so cuteeeeeeee!

Anyways, that’s a fun show. Not as fun as HypMic, but still fun after it gains momentum.

Munou na Nana 1

I remember seeing spoilers for a twist at the end…let’s hope I don’t anticipate it. That would kill the entire anime for me.

The message actually says something about how the island is a nest for enemies of humanity.

There’s the ice narcissist I saw in the promo stuff, right on cue. I’ve never heard of his voice actor Hiromichi Tezuka before, although he does sound like Hiroshi Kamiya or someone much better.

Why do I get the feeling once the title character arrives, even Nanao will get powers…? Or maybe Nana is the catalyst for Nanao’s powers awakening or something? (Just realised having a Nana and a Nanao together in the same anime is confusing…)

Subbers spelt “noblesse oblige” wrong, unless it was deliberately done as such.

I predicted the “duke it out” line.

There’s a menu on the wall of the restaurant.

Maybe Nanao’s “talent” is his leadership stat or something?

Or maybe even Nanao is an enemy of humanity and doesn’t know it? (Sorry, speculation going into overdrive…that usually happens with superpower works like this for me, because I like to analyse them.)

Maybe Nanao can see the future, like the protag from Koi to Producer?

Technically, shouldn’t ice be weak against fire…? Or am I too used to the Pokemon system?

Called it! Nanao has a hidden power! (That reminds me: I still don’t know what Lucien’s (from Koi to Producer’s) power really is.)

Vigilantes is really good at exploring how people can expand on their own powers.

…wow, I heard rumours that the main character was going to die, but I’d pegged Nana to die, not Nanao.

Onodera is clearly important…maybe he was the one with the wind powers? Or was Nana lying about that?

…dude, the red eyes are kinda obvious that Nana is evil in some way, or at least really devious.

Grace of the Gods 1

All I really know of this is that it���s got slimes and it’s an isekai/SoL hybrid…That’s it.

…I am not, I repeat NOT, on board for a harem centred around an 11 year old!

Ryoma speaks with an unnatural amount of starts and stops, hence the caveman speak.

What’s Jil’s role in the party…?

Why would you even need to know 4 high-level skills? Isn’t it better to know all of them?

LOL, I knew the isekaid guy was meant to have a hard life so he could start over with slimes, but…stick Doppo in this and it’s basically the same thing. At least Doppo tries to resist his bosses behind their backs, this guy just did the whole gaman thing and look where that got him!

If he worked for a black company with no overtime and so forth, how did he know about a recent anime trend, eh??? Sounds suspect. Update: Unless he was thinking about 90s isekai, which still involved less reincarnation than this.

I noticed the gods have senbei (the rice crackers with the seaweed). Western-looking gods probably shouldn’t have senbei, unless…they did that to make Ryoma feel more at home?

Seriously, how does a guy with no overtime still have time for online games? Even if he were getting just ads for them, he probably wouldn’t have paid enough attention to be able to figure out what the cliches are, right? Either that, or the Dragon Quest system is older than I think it is.

Slimes don’t have paws…or hands or other appendages…to give…

…I’m not sure what to think there. Am I meant to think the slimes are cute? Am I meant to think the catgirls/animal girls are cute? The answer to those questions is “no”, so…eh.

IWGP 1

Basically, I chose this for associations with HypMic.

…the best first impression involves a CGI car. Of course. <- (sarcastic)

Given HypMic, I almost expected a rap battle…nahhhh…Rap battles don’t look so cool outside HypMic, man.

The owl is a pun. Fukurou (owl) matches ‘bukuro (bag, which is the 2nd character in “Ikebukuro”). There’s also an owl statue used as a meeting spot, much like Hachiko in Shibuya…(I learnt a bunch of things about the division territory through HypMic. Let me show off…)

I think the character designer for this anime also did Joker Game…that’s throwing me off a little. Also, they had a prime opportunity to use a Buster Bros song, so I’m still a bit miffed about that – this OP’s kinda standard. Update: The character designer is Junichiro Taniguchi – my insinct was wrong on him. He did Touken Ranbu Hanamaru’s character designs.

“Smoking kills” – Yuuuuuuuup. That’s true.

Why do I get the feeling all the male otaku will wanna bang Makoto’s mother (to put it lightly)…?

Curiously, the one who hates drugs in HypMic is Jyuto, who’s not from Ikebukuro Division at all. Hmm…

Yokoyama’s voice sounds familiar…but I’m not sure why. Update: If I had to guess, I’d say he’s Saito Soma or someone who sounds similar, so maybe Takuma Terashima, Daisuke Ono or something like that. Update 2: Takahiro Sakurai. See? I knew I knew that voice.

“Big Rei” (“Rei-nii”). That’s different from Ichi-nii (what Saburo calls Ichiro) and could also be goroawase for 02.

Uni of Tokyo is the most prestigious uni in Japan. It has quite the reputation.

…is it just me, or does Makoto have a piercing in his left ear? IWGP also happens to happily work with my existing character, although said character has a piercing in his right ear.

Zero One kinda looks like Uta (Tokyo Ghoul), LOL.

…and of course the girl has to rely on the dude. *sigh* Welp, we can throw drugs off the list for “things that count as TV-MA to Funimation” – IWGP is rated M (not 15+ explicitly, but that’s what it stands for normally) in my region.

This ED song…that’s the sort of song I was expecting from HypMic, Akudama or this.

Seems both Makoto and Takashi have earrings…maybe in both ears? Takashi’s are yellow, I could confirm that much.

…this is decent, but putting it up against its competitors is a bit harsh.

Crusade 1 (cont. from sneak peek - it’s in the title here because this is where it’s completed)

Turns out that preview was most of the episode…like “14 of 24 minutes” long.

Wait, how did Alice fall forward and end up in the princess carry pose? I remember having trouble with that when a character in a story of mine had the same problem.

…Iska-nii…(?)

That opera house looks pretty darn modern to me…

…eh…that was middling. Nothing any ol’ adaption of Romeo and Juliet couldn’t do, bar the CGI for the magic fight in the middle. (There was a fluffy griffin thing in the middle there, though.)

Akudama 1

Ume + Kimura and a cool urban aesthetic. Let’s go!

This is kinda Tron-like, eh?

Ooh, now it’s more like Cop Craft.

Kimura seems to use his gruffer voice more than his Ichiro voice, but Ume is actually worse on that fron with his ordinary voice…Welp, at least his ordinary voice sounds like it fits right in with the Courier. I almost expect an Ocean’s Eleven thing (or Now You See Me, since I’ve actually watched that) from this. Update: Turns out Kimura is the pompadour guy, not the fighter.

You can tell Ordinary Person is an okay person because she keeps saving cats. A bit cliché, but it’ll do.

Ohhhhhh…I can see where this plotline is going. Ordinary Person pretends to be Swindler to get herself out of this mess, but then she keeps getting involved with the Akudama. It’s a typical plot for a typical gal, common to insert a viewpoint character in series that require one, or a magical girl ally.

Wow, those missiles look like a**.

LOL, Hoodlum’s sentence is kinda measly in comparison to most of them. Plus, when he yelled, that sounded more accurate to Ichiro than Fighter was, so…yeah, sorry I messed up.

…Ordinary Person has some real bullseye…uh, eyes.

This could be a top contender…aside from the CGI, which does look a bit funky. I’m getting a death game vibe here, but I don’t know if that’s really the case. Also, it’s a lot of fun, but the possible intolerable thing here is Ordinary Person’s screaming – the pretense she has to keep up seems like it’ll fit right in though.

JJK 1

I read the manga once, dropped it and then read it again and didn’t realise why I dropped it.

Fushiguro has long eyelashes, tbh. Itadori comments on that at one point, I think.

Oh, it was a fish (carp) in the manga. I couldn’t figure out what the Japanese equivalent was just from the Kokkuri board.

This track club teacher is a bit of a freak, honestly. Meddling in kids’ affairs is probably illegal to some extent.

Itadori is known as “tiger” because the kanji for “tiger” is in the surname. Update: Also, the Czech dude Mirko was called “the Croatian tiger”, if a tweet I read is any indication.

I like how there’s more comedy in this one. They show the world records, so you have standards to compare Itadori against.

This is an almost beat-for-beat adaption, bar the slight comedy of the records being added (and not explaning who Mirko is). The contrast makes this better.

“People really can die.” – That’s summoning some real energy of “People die when they are killed.”

(Brief thoughts on the dog and cat short: I enjoyed that more than I thought I would. The picture of a realistic cat – someone’s actual photo of their cat?- that serves as a punchline never gets old and in fact, sometimes contributes to the humour.)

HypMic 2

LOL, TV-MA warning strikes again.

“Kore wa prologue/Hajimete no ippo/Fumidasanai yatsu ni wa/???? shinpo.” – The translation is really good for the bits I can read…the problem is I can’t read the bottom left corner. Update: The part in the bottom left is nai...That’s it.

…uh, even people from around the world can read 24 hour time??? You don’t need subs to read Arabic numerals???

…couldn’t you have just told Ichiro verbally, Saburo…? Update: Come to think of it, kids these days are more on their phones than ever, so it makes sense but also kind of doesn’t.

You don’t really need subs for laughter either…

I’d never heard of “pulling rank” before…hmm: “to use one's high position in a society, organization, group, etc., to order someone to do something or to get special treatment or privileges.”

…and here comes the F word here to mess with us again. Japanese nastiness is conveyed using words that might be considered “soft” in English, hence the sudden jump to use the F word a bunch, but the subbers could use some variety in their swearing. I mean, “dips**t” worked where it did because subbers made Samatoki go overboard with the F word, but…you could stand to use that more, maybe(?)

I like how even the Tenderloins guy rhymes where he’s meant to. It’s the prelude to a battle, after all. (He kinda looks like Kotaro from Zombieland Saga.)

…I freaked out for a second. I swore I saw a similar-looking restaurant (udon shop, located on the left of one of the shots) while in Japan. Also, we finally get to see Ichiro’s reputation at work.

…I still have no idea what a “steelo” is after all this time, but I didn’t realise I was staring at a part of Ore ga Ichiro until I saw it in context. Also, it was kinda derpy – but still really in character – for Ichiro to run to his destination with his arms up like the Glico man in Osaka (except he had his head down).

I get a weird feeling the subbers may have used the wiki translation because I’m using it as a reference and the language seems oddly similar for the most part…

The kick Ichiro does seems like it references the OP.

Notice the location is Nishiguchi Kouen…the West Gate Park. *raises eyebrows at the IWGP anime*

…oh! It occurred to me that the sign the BB do with their hands is…well, a lowercase B. (LOL, if you read my previous line funny, it rhymes.)

Gentaro doing the peace sign to his chest…that was random the first time, because it doesn’t seem in character, but then it does for Dice and possibly Ramuda, so Gentaro probably just chose to go along with it (“to add to his image as a rapper,” maybe…?).

Oh, Saburo has airpods in…those aren’t good for blocking sound, are they…?

Notice the owl on the…uh, café(?)…Ichiro goes to.

That one “holy shit!” made me laugh like a madman. Where it came from, I don’t know, but it was so random I had to laugh at it.

This makes me wonder…if you use a mic that’s different to your personal mic, does it produce the same speakers? No one’s ever addressed that before (much like how no one questions if magical girls always need the same transformation device – I wanted to make a plot on that someday, but I can’t seem to find a comprehensible way to pull it off…LOL, that reminds me, I even had a HypMic version of that featuring Samatoki at one point, but it probably makes even less sense than the standard one because it activates via physical contact. It’s notable – in my head – for Nemu’s version of the “power” being “Samatoki can’t swear, no matter how hard he tries”).

I’m pretty sure that round thing wasn’t part of Ichiro’s rings, ever. (…Unless that was the head of his spoon or something.)

…Microwave? (referring to the shot inside the hospital, which seems to be based off ARB)

The series normally transitions from BB -> MTC -> FP -> MTR, so it was interesting to see that shuffled up. Update: That’s if it has to have an order, but notably ARB breaks this standard a lot by assigning colours to each solo and then arranging interactions based on not repeating those colours (aside from the Sky High Tower event). With 4 things there are 4! = 24 possible combinations and 6! = 720 possible combinations if you count DH and BAT, so as we move forward with those 2 divisions...prepare for more shuffling.

…is Jiro gonna steal a ball? I thought it was just bikes anime characters stole. (LOL)

The mic changes the background, too, huh? Never expected that from more than the speakers.

…and of course, s*** explodes and the day is saved once again....by the Buster Bros!!! (LOL, but also *sigh*)

Hmm, so this anime’s real plotline probably involves this trio: Rex, Tom and Iris. They’re probably foreign in some way, judging by Tom and Rex. Maybe they’re aligned with a foreign government or something? Update: If you look at the credits, their full names seem to be Tom Whisper Weathercock, Iris Innocent Traiter (sic) (LOL) and…Taroumaru Rex…? (romanisations confirmed for all katakana)

Sadamezuka was voiced by the ubiquitous Kenjiro Tsuda.

It seems Cola Bintarou (aka Subaru Kimura) was on the case again today. He wrote the new song for BB, called RUN THIS CITY, along with Gesshoku Kaigi.

Of course, I’m going to keep this anime on my list...I’m just a bit worried about myself going forward, because I realised my ego got a bit inflated trying to defend the series from haters. I’ve never had a series where I’ve been a fan from the beginning that wasn’t already a known quantity for a while (Muhyo and Roji’s, Furuba). With Boueibu, I was discovering things alongside other people (or even later in a lot of cases) since it was anime-original.

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Crazy Little Thing Called Life

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A/N: So, this is chapter six, wow. I said I was going to post this chapter on Tuesday but I got lazy and decided to wait until now. My friend/editor, wasn’t able to help me edit this one so there might be some mistakes I missed. Oops I guess. Also it’s like 11 pm here so i’m tired. ugh. but I hope you guys enjoy this chapter!! Bye for now! :]

~with lots of love, Jazzman~

Summary: A road trip/vacation between two old friends turn into something more(basic plot but whateva)

Song: Senorita by Shawn Mendes and Camila Cabello 

Pairing: Ben x Reader

Word Count: 5032

Warnings: Language, mentions of underage drinking and alcohol, horrible writing skillsss

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Ch. 6: So Fine Red Wine

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     It was SUPPOSED to be a small nap that was SUPPOSED to last an hour or two. But nope, you and Ben ended up sleeping in until five. Ben this time, was the first to wake up, he had looked over to the clock on his phone and realized how long both of you slept in. He wanted the two of you to go out and have some fun tonight now that you both were old enough to. Ben was old enough to drink but you, you weren’t allowed to drink since you were only eighteen. 

     Ben stumbled off the bed to the bathroom, he didn’t wake you because he wanted to get in the shower before since you always took forever when you got in first. He didn't know if it was to just piss him off or if you actually took that long. Either way, he quickly took a shower and quickly got back out. He didn't want it to be too late when you guys go out. 

     When Ben walked out of the bathroom, all he had was his towel around his waist. His hair was still damp and hanging in front of his face. He decided to walk over to your side of the bed and wake you up. At first you didn’t want to get up and you threw your arm over your eyes to try and cover your face. Ben was not having it today with you. He scooped you up bridal style and threw you back on the bed again. He thought that maybe this would wake you up enough to get you going. And it did, just a little bit though. You groaned at the sudden awakening and accidentally rolled off the other end of the bed. With a loud thud, you just laid on the floor in pain from the sudden drop. 

     Ben waltzed over to his closet that was directly in front of you and closed the door. You laid face flat on the floor until Ben peeked his head out and said “Y/n, go get in the shower. We’re gonna leave in an hour or two, love.” After he said that, he closed the door and resumed getting dressed. 

     “Why? Where are we going?” You stumbled up and off the floor until you held onto Ben’s bed side counter for support. You made your way into the bathroom and closed the door. Ben came out of the closet in some basketball shorts and a t-shirt since he wanted to get dressed later. 

     “We’re going to go out and it’s a surprise!” Ben said from outside of the bathroom door. The hot water against your skin was just enough to get you to start going and process everything. Where was Ben taking you exactly? You mind started to wander until you forgot that you had to hurry. You finished taking a shower and instead of going out through Ben’s bathroom door, you went through yours and into your room. You knew you didn’t have to leave until an hour or so, so you throw on some booty shorts and a tank top for now. You walk into Ben’s room through the bathroom once again and flop back onto his bed next to where he was sitting. 

     “Shouldn’t you be sleeping in your own bed?” Ben asked as he turned his head over to look at you. 

     “Stop questioning my every move, Mr. Jones” You sat back up next to him on the edge of the bed. “Plus, where are you taking me? Are you gonna kidnap me?”

     “No, I’m not kidnapping you, sweetheart! I’m just taking you to have some fun and to loosen up a bit.” 

     “Soooooooooo, what exactly is your plan?” You eyed him very carefully. Wondering what exactly was going on in that mind of his. 

     “You’ll find out later, just wear something nice.”

     “When you mean nice, do you mean formal nice or slutty nice? ‘Cause I can do both.” 

     “Well, go with slutty nice.” Ben said as he wiggled his eyebrows. “We’re going out on the town, not to the Oscars.”

     “You will one day Benny Boy. Your acting skills will take you somewhere!” Ben was amazing at acting. He would practice lines with you for plays in school and he took drama. Ben really could places with a career in acting. 

     “WE will someday, you will be my little tag-a-long partner.” Damn, Ben just friendzoned you into the future. You weren’t going to be his date, no, his little tag-a-long partner. You weren’t going to lie and say that didn’t hurt a little. At least he sees you in his future. Maybe you were over exaggerating a little bit. 

     “Sorry Benny Boy but I’m trying to settle down with a family. I’m not going to be partying all my life.” The expression in Ben’s face shifted for a second. You couldn’t make it out what is was. His expression went dull until he plastered on a fake smile. 

     “Of course, I want to but I can still go to award ceremonies now and then.” Ben started to fiddle with his thumbs. You didn’t mean to upset him. You didn’t even know he was upset, he was just emotionless, really. You leaned over Ben to grab his phone and checked the time. It was already 6:30 and you wanted to have enough time to get ready. 

     “Well, I’m gonna start getting ready. What time do you want to leave by Ben?” You asked as you stood up from the bed. 

     “We’ll leave around 7:30 or 8,” Ben said as he looked over to you, you were about to head over to your room before Ben called for you. “Hey Y/n?”

     You turned around to face him. “Yes Ben?”

     He tried to force the question out of his mouth but nothing came out. He couldn’t get the courage to ask you. “Nevermind.” 

     You turned back around and walked into your room to find a dress for the night. Ben closed his door and fell back onto his bed with a huff. Will he ever be able to ask? Probably not. 

     Once you got back into your room, you had to decide on a dress for the night. Maybe Ben was going to take you to your first club, or maybe a party. You don’t know so you go through your late night/club dresses. These are usually the type of dresses you wouldn’t wear to something formal. You went through them until you found it. The pearly white, silk dress you had recently just bought. You thought it would be nice enough for tonight at the least. You put it on your bed for now while you try to decide on what shoes would go with it. Which you ended up picking these white stiletto heels that you’ve never worn before. Now all you had to do was get dressed, you wanted to do your hair and makeup after. 

     After slipping on the dress, you stood in front of your dresser and used the mirror on top to do your makeup. Which didn’t take that long to your surprise. You checked your phone and realized it was already 7:30, you didn’t have time to curl your hair, so instead you just fluffed it out and kept it down. You grabbed your purse, finally put on the heels and walked over to Ben’s room, you knocked on the door. 

     “I’ll be out in a second!” Ben yelled back from behind the closed door. Instead of waiting for him, you made your way downstairs and into the kitchen. Your uncle must have some booze in here somewhere. You searched through the cabinets but couldn’t find any. Maybe your Uncle was really an old man now and didn’t drink alcohol anymore. What you didn’t notice was Ben coming down the stairs as you raided the kitchen. You huffed in frustration, you knew damn well you wouldn’t be getting alcohol tonight unless Ben bought you some and even then that was an obstacle. 

     “Didn’t find what you were looking for sweetheart?” You jumped at Ben’s low and husky sudden voice coming from behind you. 

     “Nope. You ready?” You said hastily as you turned around and grabbed your phone from the counter. As you did that, your eyes got caught on Ben. He looked amazing, he had a white shirt with a jet black jacket to cover it and some jeans. How did he look so goddamn good in everything? 

     “Yeah, I’m ready. Let’s go.” He said as he dangled the keys and headed over to the front door. You followed quickly behind him but these heels were making it ten times more difficult than it had to be. You closed the door behind you and made your way to the car. Now was the difficult part, climbing into the truck. You weren’t going to stress about it too much, so you just took off both heels and climbed in bare foot. Ben turned over to you and laughed as you climbed in. 

     “I would like to see you walk in heels, Benny Boy.” You huffed as he started up the car. 

     “We both know how bad that would be, love.” He said as he backed out onto the street. And then you both were off to who knows where…

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     You were right, Ben was taking you to a club. It was packed with people but luckily Ben could easily make his way through the crowd with you holding onto his hand for dear life. You knew if you let go, you would never be able to find him again. He finally stopped at a booth in the back corner of the room. It looked like it would usually be used for more people or a group of friends but whatever. All of the neon lights were slowly but surely getting to you and the air was stuffy from all of the people in the nightclub. It was scary for you and you would never forget this night. Everybody was sweaty from all of the body heat and the dancing. Fuck, you were even sweating too and when you glanced over at Ben, he seemed totally chilled. And of course you have to remember that Ben has gone to a club before since he’s well over eighteen. Ben catches you staring at him from the corner of his eye. He could tell you were tense. 

     “Hey, how about we go and dance for a bit?” He said as he grabbed your hand from across the table. You nodded and headed to the dance floor with him. Dancing in heels wasn’t easy but you made it work and sure, your dress was a bit short but who cares! Tonight was going to be a fun night. The nightclub that you were at didn’t play any of the classic rock or oldies that you listened to but they did play some really good songs that you liked. Like the one that was playing now. 

               I love it when you call me senorita 

             I wish I could pretend I didn’t need ya

               But every touch is ooh la la la

                         It’s true, la la la

                  Ooh, I should be running

             Ooh, you keep me coming for you

     Throughout the whole song, it was just you and Ben, nobody else in the room mattered. Dancing your hearts out with each other, grind up against each other, neither one of you were even a tad bit tipsy yet and here you were dancing like crazy. This lasted for a good while until your feet started to hurt and you made your way back to the table and took off the white heels. Your feet were so sore from all of the movement, it hurt like a bitch. It’s been a while since the last time you wore heels. Ben finally made his way back to the table once he realized you were gone. He was dying of thirst and sweating like a maniac. He didn’t want this night to ever be over and neither did you. 

     “I’m gonna go get us something to drink, love.” He says as he stands up. “Don’t go anywhere with anyone, especially a guy.” 

     “Okay.” You didn’t argue with Ben because you didn’t want to get lost with some stranger in the club. You wouldn’t know what to do or where to go anyways. You pull out your phone and decide to go through your feed until Ben got back which was taking forever. You didn’t know if Ben was going to bring you back alcohol or something plain like water. But someone beat him to it. 

     “Hey girly. What you doing here all alone?” The guy was heavily drunk and you could tell from the heavy smell of alcohol on his breath. 

     “Just waiting for a friend to get back.” You told him back, not making eye contact. He seemed to have gotten closer than he was before. 

     “Well, my friends decided to leave me hanging around here and I was wondering if you would want to get something to drink, you know?” He said as he put out his hand for you to grab which you obviously didn’t. 

     “No, actually I’m good, but thanks for the offer.” You turned your head back down to phone. Not realizing that the guy’s face turn red in embarrassment. Or anger. 

     “Fine then bitch. Be that way.” He said as he walked away back to his group of friends who had “left” him. You weren’t even being rude and he took it the wrong way. You shrugged it off until Ben plopped back down in the booth on the other side of the table. 

     “Hey love? You alright? Saw that wanker come over here.” Ben handed you your drink which was just a plain ol’ beer just like Ben’s. 

     “I’m fine, he just got mad when I turned him down on an offer to get something to drink. Can you believe he called me a bitch? Unbelievable!” You weren’t really angry at the guy, maybe you came off a bit rude but he didn’t need to act like a big baby. You took your first sip of your drink and of course, you felt that sudden burn in the back of your throat but after a while you get used to it. When you had your first drink of alcohol, ever, you almost gagged at the sensation. You hated it at first but got used to it and liked the taste of it. 

     “Bloody twat.” Ben said under his breath as he looked over to the guy across the room. But of course you heard it anyways. But you didn’t care, it’s not like Ben would just get up and go fight somebody. You were usually the hot headed one, so it took you a lot of guts to not punch the guy right in the nose. 

     You had gotten suspended once during sophomore year for getting into a fight with a junior, but you had a good reason. She had just came up out of nowhere and started being a bitch. So you had to put her in her place and you beat the shit out of her. Luckily, she never bothered you again. Nobody ever did. 

     “Well Benny Boy, how long do you plan on staying here for? And what exactly do you do at clubs?” You honestly were curious since you had no idea. 

     “Usually it’s more fun with more friends and we just hang out, talk, and fuck around for a bit.” He said as he made a hand gesture to the basically empty booth. He has a point though, it would be more fun if your friends from school would’ve came with. 

     “Well then, I guess we just gotta make some new friends!” You really do want to make more friends but Ben was always the more quiet one and liked to keep his personal business between himself and you. Unlike him, you were outgoing and talked A LOT, you were the extrovert of the group. You missed your big group of friends but Ben was all you needed to survive. 

     “Maybe another time though. I kinda wanna go home and relax love.” And you nodded in agreement, you didn’t need to make friends right this second but it will happen soon. You were determined. He got up and out of the booth to help you out. He knew those heels were a pain in the ass for you. He lend you a hand out of the booth and back through the club. When you reached the parking lot, you took off your heels and sprinted towards the truck, you almost ran into it from how fast you were going. Ben unlocked the car and you instantly open the door and hopped in with ease. Even though you were tired as hell from dancing, you were somewhat wide awake. Ben climbed into the driver's seat and put his head against the steering wheel. He let out a sigh of breath. 

     “You alright Ben?” 

     “Just tired Y/n.” He lifted his head up and gave you a warm smile as he started up the car. 

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     You both ended up racing each other into the house and up to Ben’s room. He won by merely a second because you tripped over one stair step and tripped causing him to get the lead. When he stopped in his room, he headed for his closet before you came running in and landed on his bed. This was just a routine now to take over Ben’s bed. He didn’t care, as long as you made room for him too. Ben had grabbed out a pair of shorts and whatever for himself and went into the bathroom to change. This is your time to go back there and find Ben’s diary or journal, whatever he calls it. You dash in there and find the clothes you had on earlier when you were playing dress up, you officially named it the Bumblebee collection. And of course you were going to wear it again for comfort and fAsHiOn. But your main priority was to find his diary, you went straight to his sock drawer and started digging through it. But nothing, it wasn’t there anymore, maybe he hid it somewhere else. You were going to look some more until you heard someone clear their throat. Damn it, it was Ben.

     “You looking for something sweetheart?” Ben was leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed over his bare chest. 

     “I was just looking for some socks to match with my Bumblebee outfit actually…” You sucked at lying and he knew it. 

     “Mhm, sure, just make sure you don’t leave a mess when your done.” He walked away to who knows where. You sat on the floor in defeat, he knew you went through his stuff so he hid it somewhere, but where? Whatever, you’ll find it a different time. For now, you had to get dressed. You kicked Ben out of the bathroom and switched into Ben’s clothes. 

     Once you were done, you opened the door and told Ben that he could come in now. You were so tired from the night that you didn’t even feel like washing your makeup off. Luckily, you had a bestfriend who had learned your entire nighttime routine in case of something like this. Ben sat you on top of the counter in front of the mirror. He pulled out your makeup wipes and started rubbing the makeup off your face. He looked completely concentrated on cleaning your makeup off, that his face was kind of scaring you. But as you start to look at him some more, he didn’t look concentrated, he looked like he was thinking of something or having thought bubbles as you called them. 

     “What you thinking about Ben?” You wanted to break the silence between the two of you, you wanted him to talk to you. 

     “Nothing…” But you knew he was lying, he always tried to lie with you but you always knew when he was lying. He never could get away with it. But you didn’t want to bug him right now. 

     “Okay.” Ben had finished up on your nighttime routine and even decided to put your hair into a messy bun for you. He really was an amazing person and you don’t know what you would do without him, if you were being completely honest with yourself. Oh, but Ben wasn’t done with you yet. You hopped off the counter and were about to head to your room until Ben dragged you down stairs into the living room. He had set up a perfect movie night with you, he knew you were going to go to sleep in your room (or his room for a matter of fact) for all of eternity so instead he brought you out here to hang out. There was hot tea and biscuits on the coffee table which were always your favorite, a big bowl of popcorn, and the two blankets your grandma had given you on the couch. Ben really out did himself with all of this, you didn’t even know what to say. Your mouth was wide open in shock but Ben took it the wrong way. 

     “If it’s too much, I ca-”

     “Benny, this is perfect…” You were so excited and couldn’t believe that he did this. “You did this for me?”

     “Yeah, I wanted to make you feel better after what happened tonight love.” You let your feet guide you to the couch and snuggle up into the warm blankets. After Ben got settled in, you laid against his side and slid under his arm so he could hold you. Ben was your safe place to go, his touches were a sense of safety to you. He was like your little bodyguard, he would protect you at any cost and anytime, no matter the situation. He’s told you this many, many times before. 

     An hour had passed and both you and Ben were relaxed and comfortable. You didn’t want this moment of snuggling to end, you didn’t want to leave his side. He brought so much warmth to your body and god, he looked absolutely divined. His hair falling in all the right places, his warm, angelic smile, and his touch. Oh god, with his arm wrapped around your waist, you felt like you were in heaven with his touch. You had your head laid against his bare chest that had gotten so toned from playing soccer. His hand was like holding your waist in place so you couldn’t leave. Not that you were anytime soon. 

     The movie had just ended and now it was just silence, both you were wide awake and there was nothing else to do. That was until Ben got up and made his way toward the kitchen. He called back after him.

     “Hey love? You want something to drink?” Instead of replying back like you usually do, you just got up and followed him into the kitchen. You didn’t want any water or anything because you were wanting some nice ass wine to down your problems away. But the problem was, was that your Uncle doesn’t have any alcohol and you weren’t about to make Ben go get you some at 11 at night. Ben looked around the kitchen to find the cups and he did after five minutes of being absolutely confuzzled. 

     “You never answered my question, so I’m just going to give you what I’m getting.” He said as he pulled something from the top cabinet, the one cabinet you didn’t check since you were too short. And out he pulled a bottle of red wine, not even opened yet. You walked around Ben to look into the cabinet but still you weren’t able to reach or see into it. Damn, you didn’t think you were that short. You placed your hands on the cool countertop and pushed yourself up until you could get both knees on. From that point, you stood up and looked into the cabinet area and come to find that your Uncle had stashed all of his alcohol in this one cabinet. He had liquor to whiskey and rum in there, basically drunken heaven. You were about to grab another bottle of wine but before you could, Ben wrapped his arms around your waist from behind and pulled you down like a toddler going through something they shouldn’t. 

     “Heyyy, I was gonna get another bottle. Bennnnnn.” You whined as he placed you back onto the tile floor of the kitchen. 

     “We’re not trying to make you pass out, just something to start the night sweetheart.” Ben said as he handed you your glass of wine. You pouted at him until you took a sip and realized that if you did grab that bottle, it would have been over in an hour. Alcohol isn’t your strong suit, sure, your stomach could handle it pretty well but your emotions and mind couldn’t. Your emotions always were wack when you drink and your mind wasn’t able to comprehend things clearly when you’ve had too much. Sometimes you spilled a little too much when you were drunk. And Ben knew that. 

     “Since we didn’t get to finish earlier.” 

     “Fair enough, but I am gonna grab that bottle down later, just for your information, Mr. Jones.” 

     “We’ll see about that Mrs. Jones.” Ben said with ease as he wiggled his eyebrows at you. For now, you’ll ignore it and move on. Your trying your hardest to not fall for him, you couldn’t lose him to your emotions. 

     “Well, can I have some now, Benny?” You gave him the puppy eyes so maybe he’ll hurry up ‘cause you were becoming impatient. 

     “Of course love, just don’t drink it too quickly.” He warned as he grabbed the bottle and his glass and brought it to the dining table. You followed suit behind him but sat on the other side of the table. 

     Now was the fun part, to get absolutely wasted, at least for you. Ben probably couldn’t say the same since he doesn’t get shitfaced after just a couple of glasses like you. You both loved red wine though, it was something you shared in common when it came to the adult world. When Ben finally turned twenty one, and was legally allowed to drink and buy alcohol, it was an advantage to you. You were still eighteen and underage to drink but people didn’t need to know that. Ben would supply you with the goods, except sometimes he would cut you off when it got too much. Sure, you shouldn’t be drinking underage but it’s not like any other eighteen year olds didn’t. Besides, who cares? Not you. 

     At this point both of you were completely shitfaced and drunk. You definitely grabbed the second bottle and it made things way worse. Now you both were just rambling on about stuff from high school. 

     “So, your telling me that you had a crush on…” Ben tried to complete his sentence but almost failed. He really did have a lot to drink. “My teammate when we were Juniors? Caleb? Really? Could’ve done better sis.”

     “Ew, don’t EVER say sis again!” You laughed as you sipped some of your wine. You always liked wine glasses because they made you feel fancy in a way. 

     “I’m just saying.” Ben raised his arms and hands up in defense. 

     “It was just a small crush, calm down.” You rolled your eyes at him and started to giggle uncontrollably. “Ok, maybe it wasn’t a small crush but it didn’t last long!”

     “Sure Sweetheart, just keep telling yourself that.” 

     “You still gotta tell me who you had a crush on!” 

     “I gotta think, I don’t just fall for anybody.” And Ben wasn’t lying, he was a tough little prick when it came to dating. He always seemed to pick the not so hoe-y ones which was a good thing. His shortest relationship was ten months, he really knew his girls. You on the other hand, had a little trouble with the boys. You kept getting played over and over again, your longest relationship was six months. They never wanted anything serious and it always broke your heart. Poor Ben had to take care of you until you got over them which got easier as you got played multiple times. At least he was there for you. 

     “Oh, I got one! Rebecca, the only reason I liked her was because she was hot.” 

     “You liked bitchy Rebecca from the cheerleader sQuAd? Ew, even I did better.” You scrunch up your nose at that thought of Ben liking HER. She was a spoiled brat and always picked on some poor kid. 

     “Yeah, yeah, yeah, I get it. It only lasted for like a week or two.” And by the end of that conversation, the second bottle of wine was gone. Maybe it was time to chill for a bit and get some sleep. You both downed the two bottles so fast, that it was a bit shocking. And honestly you were tired and needed some rest from everything that happened today. 

     “Hey Ben?” You yawned as you got up from the dining table. 

     “Yeah, love?” 

     “I think, I think I’m gonna go to bed now.” You walked over to the kitchen and placed your glass in the sink and filled it with water. 

     “Ok, I’ll clean up here and I’ll be up there in a bit.” He picked up his cup and the last empty wine bottle. You made your way up the stairs, even though you tripped over some steps several times. Maybe you were completely shitfaced, who knows? You treaded your way up to your room until you pushed open the door and plopped onto the soft bed. You wiggled your way under the covers and passed out without a worry as to what was going to happen in the next couple of weeks to come. 

     Oh you poor, poor girl.

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reaction post typed while watching SPN 14x13 “Lebanon” (300th episode)

in which i compare this episode to pumpkin soup, because I’m craving more Cas

03:30pm

all righty, thing is still downloading, and there’s a 720p version queued up so that’ll be downloaded by the time i’ve watched half. i have snacks, i’m gonna half close my blinds so i can see, but I DON’T HAVE HEADPHONES AGAIN which is the worst. why do headphones break so easily, that’s what i want to know. (just gotta pray there’s a good sound quality i guess. my laptop speakers suck)

...2 minutes left on the download c’moooooon

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03:35

OKAY DONE!!!!

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03:36

“dad’s on a hunting trip and he hasn’t been home in a few days”

i don’t know if it’s dean’s little baby voice (HE’S MY AGE CAN YOU BELIEVE IT?? I CAN’T) or the laptop speakers or the video sound quality, but dean sounds like a kid in a 1980s disney cartoon, with that vintage prickle in my ears and i love it

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03:38

okay look it’s super hot 'cause it’s summer, and my fan is on, and there’s cicadas... i think i gotta shut the window and turn the fan off aND SLOWLY ROAST IN HERE BECAUSE I CAN’T HEAR THIS PROPERLY

i’m 9 seconds into the recap u_u

it’s gonna be one of those days i guess

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03:41

is that the monkey again?

yeah it’s the monkey again

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03:45

dead black guy already????????????????????

really?????

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03:46

are those kids meant to look like the kids from stranger things? because they kind of do. and the movie theatre as well

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03:47

cas is in this episode, right??

if he isn’t i’m gonna scream

misha had a tv guide cover so maybe

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03:39

every single one of these kids is cute and i’m offended

“weird sidekick with the trenchcoat” i am further offended, but also smiling

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03:50

SHE GAY

SHE VERY GAY

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the plaid though. she’s a dean mirror 100%

edit: i did doubt this for a second but nope, i was completely right

i mean, she drives the car as well

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03:52

tHE IMPALA JUST SCOOTED OFF THE SCREEN AND I ALMOST CHOKED OH MY GOD that was hilarious

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03:54

dean doing the puppy eyes is 

a) cute

b) FUCKING TERRIFYING BECAUSE THIS POOR WOMAN’S TRYING TO PROTECT AN UNDERAGE GIRL AND IT SHOULD NOT BE THAT EASY

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03:57

the hand that popped out of the smoky cigar box

SUPER COOL AND SUPER CREEPY EW

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03:59

dean: “this is like the best/worst thing that’s ever happened to you. ‘cause you love serial killers but you hate clowns”

ahahhahaha

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04:02

sam: “are you sure you don’t wanna call mom, or wait for cas”

YES PLEASE DO BOTH OF THOSE THINGS ;A;

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“michael out of my head”

HAVE YOU NEVER PAID ATTENTION TO ALL THE WISHES THAT GO WRONG??? YOU GOTTA BE MORE SPECIFIC DUDE. TAKING MICHAEL OUT YOUR HEAD JUST TAKES HIM OUT, YOU GOTTA KILL HIM TOO DAMMIT

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04:05

john: “now you live in a secret bunker with an angel and lucifer’s kid”

he took that surprisingly well

 a little too well

probably part of dean’s wish that he takes it well

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04:08

OH BOY

the face he made when he saw mary sdjgfd

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04:09

ahahah dean and sam awkwardly leaving while their parents make out

dean kinda looked like he was gonna stay, lil bean

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04:11

the fact dean was so adamant that he said he wanted michael out of his head, but then is now defending the fact he wished for his dad back instead

says a lot about what dean says he wants =/= what dean actually wants

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04:13

john is much sweeter and more understanding than anyone remembers him (at least than i remember him, or could infer from all the stories about him)

i really do think dean brought him back nicer

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04:15

i love seeing sam have emotions, it’s so refreshing

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sam kinda looked like he panicked when john touched him aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

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04:17

there’s a sign for “castle storage” in the background and i think about that sometimes. hill of a forty dogs or something??? i forget, it was so long ago

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ALSO WHERE’S CAS

also switching to 720p now

never mind switching back, the sound was better on the lower quality video u_u

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04:22

oh no, nobody knows them

IS CAS NOT GONNA KNOW THEM

OH NO

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04:23

this universe-sam: *kinda smug* “god bless kale, am i right?”

I CRINGED SO HARD

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04:25

OH BOY IT’S HAPPENING

(well SOMETHING IS HAPPENING)

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04:26

zachariah: “c’mon, constantine”

cas: “i don’t understand that reference”

zach: “you wouldn’t”

i kinda missed this cas though. like. i’m not even mad

ONE PROBLEM: HE’S PROBABLY NOT HEAD OVER HEELS IN LOVE WITH DEAN

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04:28

life goal of mine: have a sign like that in my house as decor

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04:29

THE BACKWARDS TIE

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04:35

okay first off i got so involved watching cas beat dean up (again) and dean being unable to stop him (D: D: D:) (kind of expected dean to croak “i love you” but um no....... that didn’t happen)

and then mary’s egg timer went off 

and it reminded me i’m hungry again so brb

well actually i’m not hungry..... but my body is shutting down because i need fat and magnesium to function which means i need to eat or else i can’t see, but same difference

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04:43pm

okay i’m back

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04:45

DEAN FINALLY HEARING HIS DADDY SAY HE’S PROUD OF HIM

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04:46

john: “i thought you’d get yourself a normal life, a peaceful life, a family”

dean: “i have a family”

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3

]]]]]] I REALLY FUCKING WANT JOHN TO MEET CAS [[[[[[[

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04:48

THERE’S SALAD ON THE PLATES HALLELUJAH

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04:49

sam: “did you see them, at dinner, the way they looked at each other, they seemed happy”

and then there’s the way max looked at the girl she was crushing on

AND THEN THERE’S THE WAY DEAN LOOKS AT CAS LET’S GET SOME OF THAT IN HERE PLEEEEEASE

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04:51

it stresses me out when people wash dishes but only rinse using the dirty water not fresh tap water

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04:53

they’re about to send john back, he’s holding mary’s hand

all the rainbows behind dean’s head

betcha he’s thinkin about cas

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04:56

john: “i love you both, so much”

dean...................

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“i love you too”

OH MY HEART

he says it ......he never used to say it to anyone

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04:59

YEEEEE

BUT ALSO THIS ONLY LASTED 0.5 SECONDS WHY

but also???????

TALL GUY = SAM

PLAID GIRL = DEAN

COAT GIRL = CAS

IS ANYONE ELSE GETTING THIS

WHY DIDN’T THIS SHOT LAST LONGER SO PEOPLE WOULD BE ABLE TO SEE WITHOUT PAUSING

CURSE YOU EDITORS

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05:02

so....... that end scene where john’s like “i’m on my way back, i’ll see you soon”

was that meant to be in the past, 2003 era? the flip phone would say so, but his visible age kind of confuses matters

i mean i get that it’s hard to make someone look 16 years younger

but still

unsure about that

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05:04

hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm it’s over

i dunno

that was definitely a special and important episode, and i appreciated seeing this side of john, this is gonna make it way easier to write fanfic of him without the story ending up as a trauma survival fic

but

i was kind of underwhelmed

things i rEALLY REALLY WANTED that didn’t happen:

john actually reacting to dean saying they made friends with an angel (and a werewolf, a vampire, demons, etc etc)

john meeting cas

cas being part of that family meal (i get that the point was he was 2003!cas and not there, but still)

jack being in this even a little bit??

and as the story went on and reached the end, what it really lacked, for me, was a comparison where we can then see how john/mary & max/her crush = dean/cas...........and that just didn’t happen

i think it just ended too soon, really

and there was a lot more they could’ve done with the altered timeline, could’ve brought a whooooooooole lot back from past seasons and just made it a smorgasbord of nostalgia

i get that it was focused solely on john, which gave it an emotional core, so there’s not actually a problem there, i loved that

but it felt kind of dull and slow and....... soupy..........?

(i just mean. the emotional feeling in my brain as i think about it. feels like soup. specifically pumpkin soup. warm and spicy and goopy and nutritious but ultimately not very filling)

then again, if the pacing had been sped up, i would’ve complained it was too rushed. so there’s no winning, it was probably fine ?

i think my favourite part was the kids. i loved the kids. i love the lil gay romance going there. i loved the fact it was a destiel/team free will parallel (even if that part of it was OVER SO DAMN QUICKLY MOST PEOPLE MISSED IT). i loved the kid in the hat, he reminded me a lot of the actor thomas brodie-sangster, and also johnathan byers from “stranger things”

also enjoyed sam vs. the serial killer clown, and that whole aspect of hunting that we haven’t seen in a while, felt very nostalgic

also enjoyed 2003!cas, but was both distressed and frustrated by him fighting dean and then NOT GETTING ANY CLOSURE ON THAT WHATSOEVER. the point was to make dean and sam realise they really needed to send john back, so essentially, in some respect, they did choose cas being their friend over john being around, but that part of the overall problem was never mentioned at all, cas wasn’t mentioned at all after the fight

i’m just looking forward to coda fics that start where this episode leaves off, and dean talks to cas, because i am craving that SO FUCKING BADLY i can’t even express. like. it’s becoming maddening. i just. want. them. to have. a conversation

and the black guy dying at the start?? and the other black kid running away from the ghost and never being seen again? and besides the unnamed diner guy offering info on skip day, being the ONLY PEOPLE OF COLOUR IN THE ENTIRE STORY??? NOT COOL, not a fan >:{ (still better than it used to be, but soooooooooo many white people. so many. so. many)

anyway. um

so that wasn’t my favourite episode, but not because it was bad, but because it didn’t live up to expectations. i tried not to have any expectations (i really tried) but there were just... basic things this episode needed that i felt it was lacking (*cough* cas *cough*), and i can’t really shake that feeling

HOWEVER, having seen 2003!cas be the thoughtless drone that he was, i can appreciate just HOW MUCH character development has happened while he’s been around, which.... i suppose, is a sort of nod to his entire existence ???

anyway, 9/10, and a big ol shrug

but yeah. seeing john be kind and understanding was amazing (and completely changes how i’m gonna write him in my fics in the future, since he’s probably gonna be in the fic instead of just mentioned) and having him say he’s proud of dean and he loves him was just a super nice treat c:

sam being emotional is the best, too. sam confronting his feelings 10/10

i just. i want aaaaaall of this. but with cas. i really want that. so goddamn much. ;~;

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Kazuichi Souda and S/O’s Story

Did a pendulum reading and I’m kin with Souda-! SOooOOOoooO I'm in the mood for a lil'(?) Souda thingy and I got this idea to do like- mini stories with characters the reader featuring as a childhood friend. No clue how original this is gonna go.

Happy despairing~!

(Non-Despair AU cause otherwise it wouldn't work- btw spoilers too.)

P.S If yah didn't know T/N is talent name. (ediT YEEE: I found out how to put things under a cut so yeah-)

The Story Begins.

~|Souda and you have been best friends for a long time.

~|You both were very talented at mechanics.

~|So, when you guys went to Middle School a once in a lifetime opportunity was presented to you both.

~|"If you keep working hard, you may get scouted by Hopes Peak Academy!"

~|S/O went crazy, she's always wanted to get into Hopes Peak!

~|Souda... Not so much, but he was still super excited!

~|The moment school ended you dragged Souda to your dad's automobile garage. You went and told your father who brought you into a big embrace. You looked back at Souda whilst he did... He looked... Sad.

~|When your father stopped hugging you, you walked over to Souda and pulled him along to your father.

~|"You forgot cola dad!"

~|"S-Stop calling me Cola S/O!"

~|Your father gave a light chuckle before bringing Souda and you into a big hug. Afterward Souda looked so happy! This made you super happy too!

~|For hours you worked on sputtering engines, jammed axels and all sorts of other problems.

~|This repeated for months on end.

~|Finally the year was about to end and you were asked to head to the principal's office for a chat about attending Hopes Peak.

~|He ushered you in, you felt sad that you were going to leave Souda behind. He keeps insisting that you are much better than him, so you believed him!

~|Then the principal revealed the results.

~|"Souda, you have been picked to go to Hopes Peak Academy."

~|You didn't speak. The tears started to form but you rubbed them away.

~|You left the room, not speaking.

~|"S-S/O!"

~|You ignored Souda's calls for you and you broke into a sprint.

Souda's Viewpoint.

~|S/O hadn't come to school for a few days.

~|Souda got worried, so one day after school he headed to your dad's garage.

~|He knocked on your door, on your father answered.

~|You father let him in and guided him to your room.

~|Souda gently opened the door and walked in quietly, assuming you were asleep. Little did he know you were quietly sobbing.

~|He heard you crying and froze, what should he do!?

~|He went and sat on your bed and pulled you into a hug. He asks you to help him change into someone else, someone else more memorable.

~|You hugged him and agreed.

A few hours pass.

~|You can't recognize him.

~|He's a pink haired, eyelinered shark boy.

~|He gives you a great big hug, he's very thankful for your help.

~|It's time to go home now.

The day he leaves for Hopes Peak. (S/O Viewpoint)

~|A flipping limo had come to pick him up.

~|A FLIPPING LIMO. HOW RICH IS THIS DAMN SCHOOL!?!?!

~|When he was about to get in, you had made it just in time to see him go.

~|You noticed he had a cut on his face and you question him about it.

~|He insisted it was just a cut from working.

~|You knew something was up.

~|But there was no time to dwell on that, your shark boy was going to Hopes Peak!

~|You two had a big, long hug. He promised he'd call at least 4 times every week.

~|When he let go he was crying. You wiped his tears off his face and asked him to smile.

~|He gave you the nicest smile.

~|You ushered him into the limo

~|The limo drove away.

~|When it was at least 100 meters away you dropped to the concrete and bawled your eyes out. You vented out the bottled feelings of love for him.

~|When Souda looked back, he started to cry too.

A Quite Few Months Pass.

~|He kept calling you for about 3 months, but then he kinda stopped.

~|You took up T/N mechanics was out of the question.

~|You couldn't look at the underside of a car without crying.

~|You got bullied at school and then, the worst happened... You lost so much in one day.

~|Your lunch, your pencil case, your locker space and now? Now it was your parents.

~|You came home and your parents weren't there, except you saw some policemen and some yellow tape.

~|They sat you down and told you your parents had been kidnapped.

~|You fainted.

End of the School Year

~|You had started to wear a hoodie and a cough mask

~|More bullying.

~|Nobody knows of your new pursuit for an Ultimate Title.

~|You were called to the principles office

~|You had no idea why. Nobody cares about you anyways. So why would the principle care?

~|You walk in.

~|"You seem tired." He looks at you as you drag your feet. He meets your eyes and noticed the dark bags.

~|"Very, very tired" He adds on.

~|He offers you a seat and you plonk down in it, uninterested in what he has to say.

~|"You have been accepted to Hope's Peak as the Ultimate T/N."

~|You freeze. Your dream had been crushed so long ago, but now it is rekindled.

~|You smirk, revenge is yours. He hands you the acceptance letter and tells you that this is a copy for you to read.

~|Instead you run through the school shouting that you got into Hope's Peak at the top of your lungs. Someone tore it out your hand and read it in disbelief.

~|You took it back and skipped to your next class.

~|You paid absolutely no attention during class and when it ended you screamed at the top of your lungs. It was the end of the school year and you didn't have to come back to this hellhole school!

~|You got told off for shouting by your least favorite teacher who slandered you and gave you unfair grades.

~|You told him to "F*** OFF!!!!!"

~|You ran very fast and so did he, so you stopped suddenly and pushed him into a bush.

~|"SAYONARA NONCE."

At Hopes Peak.

~|You keep to yourself.

~|No-one has noticed your arrival.

~|It because they're all in assembly- heh, should've realized that.

~|You take a seat on a bench, a sinister smile appears on your face. You can't wait to shove your victory on your old classmate's faces.

~|The students start pouring out the gym.

~|You throw a stone at one of them while he fanboys over some blonde girl.

~|When he turns around you give him the smile of a murderer and pull a middle finger at him.

~|When you start laughing everyone stares at you.

~|You look at the person you threw the stone at and realize who he is.

~|Souda.

~|You walk up to him, fuming with uncaged anger.

~|"YOU PROMISED SOUDA." You slap him and run away. A great introduction to everyone am I right?

~|You look around for something to do and end up coming across a dojo of sorts.

~|You pick up a wooden sword that was laying on a table.

~|You release the rest of that rage on a dummy.

~|I don't think it can be considered a dummy anymore...

~|More like a pile of fluff and fabric.

~|You didn't realize basically the whole class was peeking through the door making remarks about you and your relation to Souda.

~|Souda walked in due to the classes constant pressure.

~|He touched you on the shoulder you turned around at great speed.

~|"What you deranged frick." You sneered

~|Souda panicked at your body, trembling with anger.

~|"Wanna know how I feel about you shark boy?" You grabbed the scruff of his shirt. He was crying, fearful for you and him.

~|You kissed him.

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And that's the end! How Souda responds is completely up to you I want it to be a flexible story with an ending any way you want it! So much despair in this~! Makes me feel so much despair~!! (Tell me what yah think :P)

Another P.S, I had this headcanon that you called him Souda all the time- xD

-Mod Junko

[scoundrels-in-love]

2, 13, 16, 26. And Buttercup and Snowdrop for you! :)

I am soooooooooo sorry I took an actual FOREVER to respond to this, life is mess like this. I am so thankful you did send this, though! @spacepandar

2. What/Who do you miss?

A lot of things. Time now long gone when my mom was healthier. My cat, every damn day. People who meant so much to me but eventually faded out of my life. Something about myself that I feel like I have lost. Perhaps it could be boiled down to the a sort of mentality where I could create and not destroy myself with my own judgement.

13. Favourite movie?

A really hard question, each time it comes up. From a sort of big franchise ones, I think Rogue One is the winner. From smaller movies that are little know, there is one that means the world to me, due to personal reasons perhaps more than its content - Fly Away Home.

16. Favourite song?

I genuinely can’t pick, I am so sorry. Right now, one of the songs that resonate with me deeply, though, is I need Somebody by Day6.

26. Where do you want to travel if you could go anywhere and why? 

There are a lot of places, but someplace I’ve wanted to see since childhood is Venice. A part of it was born out of various young adult/teenage fantasy novels that revolved around Venice, but there’s also some kind of odd attraction/nostalgia that pulls me towards the city. Another place now high on my list is New Zealand. It is such a gorgeous country and I have few friends there, so it could make for amazing experience, hopefully.

BUTTERCUP: I would like to talk more SNOWDROP: I wish I knew you better

Absolutely same to you and I hope we can amend that soon, and not with my awkward pauses of unresponsiveness which are entirely my bad and I am so sorry!

[array-gem]

Rant post

I have ruined so many things

-my ipad

 -my brother’s ipad 

-my laptop 

-mom's phones(2) and chargers

 -dad's iphone screen. 1st time- we went to buy smth for me and the phone dropped out of his pocket while coming back so partly it's my fault cuz if i didn't insist on going, it wouldn't have happened 2nd time- today. i was eating on my bed(which i am not supposed to do) and while getting off, i heard a tiny crack under my kneww and i thought i must've forgotten my pen or something and looking down, it's my dad's iphone's cracked screen looking at me yay 

-my eyes too 

-dont even get me started on the plates and mugs

-i poured lotion all of my mom's old phone when i was young which led to A LOT of drama cuz it was brand new and some distant relative took it saying he'll get it repaired but never returned it and he actually gifted that phone to his own wife like wtf

 -two calculators in two years 

-an apple watch 

-my brother’s head. twice. we were playing and i accidentally pushed him off the bed and he hit his head and cracked it open(little bit) but we had to give him stitches and now there's still a tiny bald spot on his head cuz the doctor had to shave that part. second time, we were playing too and i accidentally smashed his head against the bars of our window and there was a little bit of blood but nothing major. 

-my expensive headphones. 

-who knows how many pairs of earphones jeez 

-i dropped dad's iphone on the first day he let me hold it and on the first day he "officially" gave it to me cuz he got a new one

-mom's opportunity to get a job. my mom was gonna get a job but then she got pregnant with me and let herself become a housewife so yea i am kinda responsible for my mom’s misfortune cuz if I wasn’t born, she would have a decent job to support herself today

-my brother literally did not get any attention from dad as a child because of me because when he was born, the doctor told my parents to pay more attention to me cuz if i didn’t get my share of attention, it might lead to psychological problems for me cuz i and my brother are only 1 year 3 months apart(sike i am still mentally ill. i’m pretty sure i’d be diagnosed with anxiety, depression, adhd and an eating disorder if I were to go for a check up) and now we barely talk other than the "how r classes" and "how r u" stuff.

-my friendships. soooooooooo many of them. 

-nobody wanted me to be honest. that’s what it feels like when I hear the stories. See the plan was my mom was gonna get a job but I popped up out of nowhere and she gave up on her dream. my grandfather was way happier when my brother was born than he was with me (sexist much?). there aren’t even any photos around from when I was a baby. all my photos start from when i was 4/5 and in the only two photos of me as a baby, you cant even see my face and my step-grandma tried to kill me apparently. but i didn’t die, just got sick for a long time nobody ever tells me the whole story. 

-my brother actually thinks i’m cursed cuz whenever I am around, nothing good happens. things will go wrong SOMEHOW

-we were on a trip from school and 4 of us were rooming together and i went to the washroom and the shelf on the side just dropped when i was brushing my teeth like??? why ME??? they might think i did something! 

-my childhood friends say i used to be an absolute bitch of a girl and they were scared of me cuz if they went against me, i would make everyone stop talking to them and i dont remember enough to deny or confirm that. 

-i blinded a bird as a child cuz it got trapped in my bird cage(which i left open for my own birds) and when I took it my terrace to free it, i didn’t hold the cage high enough and the bird flew out and hit the wall of the terrace and blinded its eye

even other than these, I have ruined so many stuff. i remembered so many stuff i i did that i dont want to write out but damn just realized i am actually a pretty horrible person even if you ignore everything written above like how have my parents and brother put up with me for so long i really want to change myself and i have been trying so much but this habit of breaking stuff unintentionally never goes away i am tired

[sailorvinus]

dear diary!

✨ @fuckingvictus. meme. still accepting!

tw: self harm.

when i got off work, i went to tataki and ate a lot of goma ae and it was really good even though i couldn't see a damn thing; they must've changed the lighting, because it seemed more dim than it used to be. ate a lot of nigiri and kappa roll, too. drank sapporo. not even sure if i like it. it's beer. took an uber back home, collapsed on my couch, and watched the weather channel. but only for the music. only for the music. they play a lot of good fusion and lounge when it's nighttime. it was nice... felt like i was walking through an empty mall. the forecast said it's gonna rain tonight and tomorrow. the next day, too.

i don't know what happened when i got up, grabbed the nearest vase, and smashed it against the floor. then, i picked up another vase. i smashed that one against the wall. that was the best i felt in weeks. but there was glass everywhere. which didn't matter to me because then i ripped a decorative hand mirror from the wall and slung it across the room, too. 

that was the most i cried in a long time! i spent so much time sweeping up glass and vacuuming and making sure glass didn't reach my cat's play area. it didn't, so i'm really relieved about that. those vases didn't mean anything to me. i bought them at some pottery barn down the road. i was gonna donate them to some secondhand store, anyway.

as i swept, i wanted to ditch the broom and grab up the broken glass and pottery with my hands. i wanted to feel them so so so so so so so so so so so so so so soooooooooo badly. i wanted to caress them. i just wanted to hold them. i wanted to hold all that shattered stuff and say out loud that it was okay to be broken up a little bit. i wanted to roll around in the glass. i didn’t. i wanted to feel. i wanted to feel! the shattering was satisfactory, but i wanted more. i threw it away. felt like shit when i did. those things didn’t deserve to be thrown against the wall and floor like that.

i think i’ll talk to my therapist about this.

[bts-is-my-life-as-always]

Just a little more pt.9

Pairing: jungkook X reader

Genre: idk anymore.....

(Credits to gif owner)

Parts:  pt1 pt2 pt3 pt4 pt5 pt6 pt7 pt8 pt9 

Here’s another part as I promised, hope you like it, btw my requests are all open, it’s open for everyone, so please just request something, and i have to say tumblr is really dodgy right now, so if you see something that doesn’t make any sense like a jins gif on rapmon scenario, let me know, thanks and love you all ^~^

Jungkook panicked out of his mind, you fell into his arms, and he didn’t know what to do but scream for your name, he wasn’t injured too much, after all he was a very active person, so he didn’t find it hard to lift you up and run for it, he didn’t care, he just had to get you to the hospital, but he forgot how you were very protected, the moment your body guards outside of the school saw jungkook running out with you, they stopped him, and took you away from him, he was sure they were taking you to the hospital but he didn’t like how he wasn’t allowed to go with you, he didn’t know what to do, his body was now aching, his heart was pounding out of his own chest, it made no sense to him anymore, he stumbled a little and sat by the wall and cried, how did this happen, he questioned himself over and over again. 

You woke up in an awfully familiar room, with white curtains, but the sound of an annoying beep on the monitor next to you told you instantly where you were, you reached out for your phone, but it wasn’t there, you clicked the button that was above your bed, you knew what it did instantly, you saw your manager walk in, he sat down next to you,

“How you feeling?” He questioned fully worried,

“I’m fine, is jungkook okay?” He chuckles, half amused and half annoyed,

“Y/n you could’ve died, don’t you understand? This would’ve been such a big tragedy and all you think about is him” you looked at him, not an ounce of emotion leaving you,

“I would’ve killed myself if jungkook died, your the one that’s not understanding me, where is he? Is he okay?” You could tell he was rolling his eyes in his mind,

“He’s Fine, you cant see him for a while, you need to heal anyways, and in that time I expect you to paint more, you can’t just stop, that won’t help you at all” you closed your eyes trying to protest,

“Don’t say no, then we’re going to have to move you to a different country, we’re doing this for you, it’s only for a little while, that’s all”

You nodded, knowing that these were the words from your company and if you didn’t follow, jungkook would be in grave danger, the mere thought of not seeing him for ages gave your heart a shock, small streams of tear running down your cheeks, you missed him already, how were you not going to see him for a few months, your manager was shocked to see you crying, he’d never seen you in any other emotion but the poker face that you had displayed at all times, he sighed heavily, knowing he’d be in trouble,

“Fine, you can have your phone, but only that, I can’t have you meeting him, I’ll get fired, only phone calls, that’s it, do you understand” at that you opened your eyes instantly and nodded, he gave you back your phone, and left, he knew you wanted some alone time. 

You unlocked your phone to many missed calls, what surprised you was that, they were all from hyunwoo and not jungkook, you took a deep breath fearing that maybe he fainted and isn’t up yet, you instantly dialled his number and he picked up on the second round, he sounded groggy, he didn’t seem to know who he picked up his phone to,

“Hello?”

“Jungkook? Your okay, omg your okay, thank god your fine” you breathed out

“Y/n? Where are you, please, your okay right? I thought something really bad happened to you, I didn’t know what to do, I’m sorry”

He was now sobbing, you silently cried with him, you knew how much he wanted to see you too, but you couldn’t tell him where you were,

“Jungkook, listen, I’m really really sorry, but I can’t tell you where I am, I won’t be able to meet you for a while, I’d hardly be able to call you, I miss you already what do I do?”

Jungkook knew what was going on already, your company wanted the rumours to go down a bit too, they wanted you to be safe,

“If that’s what’ll keep you safe and sound, then I agree with them, I’ll be here whenever you want me, I’ll do anything that I can, just get better soon”

You talked for a bit longer until you could feel your medicine make you drowsy again, you ended the call and fell asleep. 

It had been a full month of Just agony, you hardly had the time to call jungkook, you weren’t even allowed to go to school, you had asked your company to move hyunwoo out of your home, you still felt angry at him, you didn’t really want to face him at this very moment, you were easily agitated from not being able to see jungkook for so long, and because you were in the hospital for that long. 

You were finally allowed to leave, trying to get past the pile of reporters outside, you knew what they were trying to do, get you to say anything, when a particular man caught your eyes, you knew instantly who it was, even if he tried to cover up, he was standing out even more, you could feel yourself get all emotional again, you just wanted to sprint into his arms and feel his warmth all over you again, but, you knew that that would put him in danger, so again you just kept looking at him and got into the van as fast as humanly possible, the whole way home you were a sobbing mess, you didn’t know what to do, you just cried and cried, your heart aching at not being able to just watch him for longer, Little did you know that he’d be waiting for you at home. 

When your manager pulled up to the door, he told you simply that a new roommate had moved in, and that you’d really like him, you rolled your eyes, not caring anymore, you just wanted to get in bed and FaceTime jungkook, you walked in all slump, not ready to face a new face and say hello, you walked straight to your room, and stood there, crying, remembering the time where jungkook and you walked into the same room, you loved him way too much, that at this point you thought your heart would give in, until you heard a knocking at your door, you pulled it open annoyed, and saw the man that you’d waited for so long standing there, your eyes widened, and the tears that you’d managed to keep in, Just flew out,

“Jungkook?” You questioned, to see if he was real, or if you were going crazy missing him, and just seeing his face on a random person, he instantly closed the gap and pulled you into a tight embrace, where you just cried more,

“Jungkook I, i, you have no idea how much I’ve missed you, I’ve been waiting for this day for so long.... I thought I was going to die” he simply hugged you closer,

“Shhhhh, I’m here, don’t cry, I’ve missed you so damn much, I still have no idea if your okay, but I’ll stay here, forever, I’ll never leave, never”

You were the first to break the embrace, and started to pull him towards your bed, and got the both of you under the cover and just cuddled into him,

“I’m still scared that your Just my hallucination, but I want to be beside you, I just want to stay like this.”

He tightened the embrace and kissed the top of your head, and told you to just sleep.

Soooooooooo

This part was semi long, anyways, I love you all, and keep the requests up, I’ll be writing sugas version of hug me and only me, and love you again.

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