#FUCK I'VE BEEN WITH THIS GUY SINCE WITHOUT A RECIPE

[onrainynights]

help

[greyauras]

This is like 600 words.

Everyone headcanons Ghost and Soap's living conditions like Ghost is a frequent visitor of r/malelivingspace and Soap has like a slightly cozy, filled just enough with furniture type of place. I think that's cute and hilarious, but I'm just thinking about the opposite.

That Ghost actually has this REALLY nice place somewhere near the base that Price *legally* finances for him but pays out of pocket for. King sized bed, some cacti, has an elderly neighbor that waters them for him if he's gone for too long and everything. I'm pretty sure Ghost was canonically a butcher (I hc him that way anyway) so he probably can make a good steak, and eventually learned how to cook for himself and it's become a hobby. He grew up without, so now that he has the money and the luxury to have a quiet space of his own, he takes full advantage of it.

I believe he likes stability, and while the base is where he feels the most like himself, the bustle of it all irritates him. Sometimes it's nice to drink your weird ass flavored tea with your pink cacti. Best date you'll ever have if you squint past the red flags Tom Cardy style.

And Soap? Pretty big, concrete, studio loft. Completely empty save necessary appliances and the fullest place being his art space with easels and canvases in front of the large windows, a cot with boxes of his shit next to it. And a bean bag chair begging for life. The only thing he knows how to cook is ramen and MRE tuna packets. He tries family recipes, but fucks it up so badly he hopes his nan doesn't see it beyond the grave. Growing up, he took care of himself while his parents worked constantly and could have been away for days at the time. It's easier to take care of yourself when your only obligations are feeding yourself, doing homework, and going to bed before midnight. Being an adult has similar rules but for some reason it's much worse.

Being in the military, it's an automatic rule to take care of yourself (physically). You stink, you'll get a bath one way or another. He doesn't buy anything because why need a bed if you'll only sleep on it for a month or so? Why a couch and TV when paying for a streaming service would be a waste? (Laptop disc player kind of guy, got a box of classic movies too, “THIS IS SPARTA!”) Really shouldn't even invest in a flat, he doesn't really celebrate holidays with his family anymore since they're the vacation on Christmas type. The only time he's there is when injured, forced or both.

But since Simon moves to Scotland and brings all his stuff with him, the big place gets filled a lot quicker. John gets some shelf racks and finally unpacks his boxes. I would say and maybe vice versa since Soap doesn't have a lot of stuff, but Price is glad to get that freeloader’s lease off his name.

Extra: They're all hanging out in the base’s living area.

Gaz: Does anybody need a couch? My sister's selling one, might even give it away if I ask.

Soap perks up from his spot on the floor: I do! I've been sleeping on the floor for 3 years!

Ghost: Johnny, I thought you said you had a cot?

Soap: I did. The legs broke, now it's just a framed mat.

Gaz: Bruv, what the fuck.

Soap: Does it have a stench?

Gaz: No?

Soap: I'll take it.

[artzychic27]

Hello. I ❤️ your blog especially your science kids. May I see where one of them calls Marinette out like how Quagmire does it. Sorry for the awkwardness. This is my first time typing to somebody. 😊😊

Yes, honey! Yes! I have been waiting for this!

Simon, my favorite Irish tech geek, take the stand!

Marinette: Well, you don't need to look for somebody new. I'll hang out with you guys.

Marc: Yeah, you know, I don't think that's gonna work out, Marinette, 'cause of the whole Simon thing.

Marinette: What Simon thing?

Marc: Oh, you know, just that he hates you.

Marinette: Simon hates me?

Marc: Hates you.

Marinette: I... I don't get it. Why... why wouldn't Simon like me?

Marc: Because he thinks you're annoying. Like people who never shut up about their pets.

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Marinette: Hey, Simon, what a coincidence. You and me just runnin' into each other. How, how ya doin'?

Simon: Fine.

Marinette: So… *Noticed Simon’s aunt at the checkout* Is that your mom? She’s beautiful.

Simon: That's my aunt, Marinette. My mother is dead to me, as is my father, and I hope they rot in their prison cells.

Marinette: Oh, God. I'm... I'm really sorry.

Simon: I got cousin who beat her husband. Wanna ask me about her, too?

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Alya: Hey, what are you getting all dressed up for?

Marinette: I'm treating Simon to a night out.

Alix: Really? I thought he hated you. How'd you convince him to go?

Marinette: I tricked him. Sent him a phony card. He thinks he's going on a romantic date with Denise.

Myléne: But instead, you're going to show up.

Marinette: You got it.

Rose: Yikes.

Juleka: That's a recipe for disappointment.

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Marinette: I'll bet you got... how do those things work?

Simon: What? My music videos? How does a music video work?

Marinette: Yeah.

Simon: … You want me to sit here and explain to you how a music video works?

Marinette: I don't know. Yeah.

Simon: You want to maybe just go?

Marinette: Simon, come on, I'm really trying hard here.

Simon: Who asked you to try hard?

Marinette: Nobody, but all... I'm trying to establish a friendship with you. All I've done is try to be nice to you, and you still don't like me. How can you not like me?!

Simon: … Okay. I'll tell you…. You are the worst person I know. You simped after Adrien while you were dating Luka and while Adrien was dating Kagami. The guy was writing you a song, gave you his favorite guitar pick, gave you free therapy, and that was how you repaid him? And to add insult to injury, you rubbed your love for Adrien right in his face. And you're so insensitive. You basically tried to kick Luka out of Kitty Section and make Adrien the lead guitarist? What the fuck? And what really bothers me, is you pretend you're this perfect girl who can do no wrong when all you are is a hypocrite, liar, and a word that’d make the Priest blush. Yeah, I lie; who hasn’t? At least I come clean about it in the end. I don't go on about how I hate liars and then stalk Lila trying to lie her way into Adrien’s pants, and then brag about how I’m some perfect angel trying to look out for everyone. You’re not a perfect angel. You’re a spoiled little, manipulative brat. You use those stupid dough eyes, tears, and sob stories about how much you love Adrien to get people to go along with your stupid plans. God, you make me sick! And you only delude yourself by thinking you're the greatest thing since slice bread, when you’re honestly just as bad as Chloé and Lila. Actually, you know, I should have known Denise didn't write me that note. Yeah, they actually have the guts to say things to my face without stammering like you do around Adrien when you’ve known the guy for almost a year! And I think what I hate most about you is your hypocrisy when it comes to Adrien’s love life, how he "deserves better," how Chloé is a spoiled brat only after Adrien for his looks, how Kagami is too controlling. Well, what have you done to prove that you’re not like them? I’ve only heard you obsess over his looks and “perfection.” Never heard you once talk about interests that Gabriel doesn’t force on him. You wanna get to know the guy? Talk to him! And, by the way, knowing Lila is a liar doesn't make you Jesus Christ. Yeah, I know about the Lila situation! And I don’t care! You wanna basically ruin your relationships with your friends by screaming in their faces, “Lila’s a liar!! Believe me, because I’m better than her!” Go ahead! Who the hell are you to act as if though you were in the right? Your impulsiveness in trying to expose her got you expelled, which isn't nearly as bad as how you treated your parents! Did you ever pay them back for what was meant to be a family trip to Shanghai? But you know what? I could forgive all of that, all of it… If you weren't such a bore. That's the worst of it, Marinette. You're just a sad, pathetic bore… *Sighs* Well, see ya, Marinette. Thanks for the fucking steak. *Leaves*

[epersonae]

The cooking project - Crêpes

If yesterday's post was probably one of my most-made recipe cards, this might be my most-made recipe in my binder, which is sort of a Binder of Theseus. My sister made me a binder full of typed-out recipes as a gift when I was a sophomore in college, and I still have the section separators, which were collages of images cut from magazines, and I have some (most? all?) of those typed recipes, though the binder itself has been replaced. And of course I've added many more recipes, printed from the internet or sent to me by email or clipped from magazines. (I had a subscription to Sunset for a while in the late 00s!)

This recipe, though, was copied from a webpage into probably a Word document and then printed out, and dates from March 15 2003. The URL in the image no longer works, but the contents can be found in the Wayback Machine (ctrl+f, "crepes"). It was posted as part of the author's "French Week" as sort of an oblique protest of the impending Iraq War. In any case, I have been making it since then.

Because this can be found in the Wayback Machine, and because the instructions are hilariously long, I am not going to retype the whole thing here.

My only personal notations are combining "whole wheat flour" and "white flour" into a single line (I've literally never made these as savory crepes in 20 years), and a note that 1 egg approximately equals 3 crepes.

Making the batter

One of the things I love about this recipe is that it scales really well: one egg to 1/4 cup flour. The sugar ratio is weird and I usually have to do a rough approximation, because 1/4 cup sugar is 4 tablespoons, but also it's a very forgiving recipe that way.

I have learned over the years to beat the eggs first and THEN add the flour/sugar/salt, much less lumps that way. (ironically, 20 years and I just noticed he never says when to add the salt, altho clearly it's with the flour)

I have literally no idea how much milk I use. I mix in a bit at a time until it looks like the right texture/color. It's all vibes, baby.

I don't think I've ever let it sit two whole hours but it definitely does change texture a bit, for the better, if left to sit at least a half an hour. (I have also never drunk a glass of red wine while waiting for the batter.)

Below is: just after mixing in the flour/sugar/salt, then after some milk, all the milk, and after sitting for idk half an hour? 45 minutes?

Jam! Eating while making!

As I said, I've literally never made them savory, altho the last time I had them with a little bit of local whipped goat cheese and strawberry jam, and that was FUCKING TIGHT.

My usual is to take out whatever jams I have (today: strawberry and raspberry freezer jam that I made in 2020 and 2021 respectively, quince jam that a friend made, and marmalade) and just alternate flavors as I make them. I usually end up eating some while I'm making them. (As the guy says, bachelor mode™️.)

Two eggs' worth did in fact make about six crepes, I think, which is kind of a lot for dessert but I guess I had dessert for dinner, it's fine.

(Oh, and I think I've tried flipping them without a spatula exactly once, I am just not that bold.)

In any case, this continues to be one of my favorite recipes of all time, I will make it for anyone at any time for any reason. (The longest stretch I ever went without making it was after Ryn died, and I finally had eggs and milk and enough energy...and found BUGS IN MY FLOUR and about lost my damn mind. But I have made them a couple of times since then.)

Fanfiction bonus content!

So if you are reading my fic for the benefit of all the broken hearts, and you have already read chapter 16, then you know why I posted this today. If you are reading it and have not yet read the new chapter, consider this a teaser.

If you are not reading it: for the benefit of all the broken hearts is a fix-it fic for Water Flowing Underground, a very strange beautiful fic that blurs the line between Actor AU and RPF, that plays with questions of identity and choice and intention and also what we are even doing with fanfiction. My fic picks up from the end of that fic, from the point of view of a character who is dismissed by the narrative of the original, and who finds a way out of the wreckage. (it's the weirdest goddamn thing I've ever written, and yes, I think that includes the Bigfoot fic, and also I think my best writing ever. Certainly the most work I've ever put into any writing in any medium.)

And also there are crepes.

[jacevelaryonswife]

— FRIDAY NIGHT

pairing: peacemaker x fem!reader

summary: It's Friday night and you thought getting out of the rut would be nice.

a/n: Hey guys, since I saw Peacemaker I've been completely obsessed with everything about the show and especially Chris. This is my first work published here and in English, so I apologize in advance if anything sounds strange. This work has two parts

Part one

Everything was bad. Your mood, your appearance, your night and especially the guy in front of you who couldn't stop talking about how hard it is to find a cool girl like you — oh sure. With “cool girl” he refers to a submissive bitch who spends most of her time listening to him talk about shit and doesn't complain about not being able to come. This is not you. However, your dubious performance throughout the night asserts the opposite.

Maybe he wasn't a complete idiot, maybe his lack of interest made him seek out subjects where he feels comfortable navigating: himself. Maybe it was your fault too, however, the little effort he's shown to extract anything more from you all night has pointed otherwise. Okay, the moment you decided to go to a bar near work on a friday night may have been decisive for your misery, but what does it cost to get out of the routine?

No, it's not about routine. This is about you.

You don't like to go out alone, especially at night, usually preferring the company of your friends on any occasion. Add that to the particularity of not having sex with strangers and have the perfect recipe for failure.

"So, you wanna come home with me?" Finally. You celebrated internally, preparing to dispense with it.

"Hum, no" You answered sympathetically.

"Oh… Why?"

"I don't sleep with strangers."

"But we don't have to do that..." He said, flashing a smile.

“And what would we do in your house?” you asked, taking a sip of the non-alcoholic drink.

"You can meet her."

“Meet your home? Why?" 

"..." He tried.

"Look, you’re a cool guy." Not much. "But I'm not interested." Please understand, please understand.

"...Ok, have a good night." He relented, lowering his gaze and turning his back on you.

Peace. You relaxed on the stool while finishing the citrus drink, it was a surprise actually, (you expected more insistence on his part) but the current attitude indicated that your prejudgment could be wrong. Maybe he wasn't that bad after all. Either way, the relief that flooded you didn't last long when a hand found your shoulder. It was big, warm, and it forced you to turn to whoever it was. You wouldn't say much, just confess that you were leaving and go back to the comfort of your apartment (where you shouldn't have come out), but apparently tonight he had other plans for you.

“For a moment I thought you were going with that guy.”

Oh.

Smith. Christopher Smith. Peacemaker. Chris. The fucking peacemaker was behind you (on your side now), leaning against the counter. You both work on the same team, and since the end of the butterfly project the relationships between the team members seemed more established, although there were occasional arguments (mostly involving vigilante and Harcourt). However, Chris seemed more willing to cooperate and trust, apart from personal evolution in his conversations with Adebayo and you. Living with the group seemed to get better every day. Living with you too, it was easy to like him when he was just Chris Smith.

"Hey, I didn't know you were here." You said. "And he's not my type."

“I arrived a short time ago, I was watching you guys from there.” He pointed to the stool at the far end of the counter.

"Did you?"

"Yeah, and he’s such a jerk."

"He wasn't that bad, I think I was making it difficult."

"Good thing, he probably fucks badly and wouldn't make you come."

There it’s. If there's one thing you admire and at the same time mortify you (depending on the situation) it's Chris' boldness. He speaks his mind, even though it's the dumbest and most uncomfortable thing possible in any situation. It's inconvenient, but brave, and without softening filters for every subject like you have. Not that you're introspective, but you certainly had more tact than Chris in any dialogue.

“That I can’t longer say.” You said, getting a pair of narrow, confused blue eyes in your direction. "Not that I slept with him, but precisely because I didn't, I can't say he fuck badly." justified.

“Puff, he visibly fucks badly.”

"In any case, I'm glad he left." You put the glass on the counter, looking at the waiter. "I guess it's my turn now."

"What? No! It’s still early and it’s Friday!” Chris said, placing the bottle of beer he was drinking on the counter.

"I don't like going out alone, especially at night."

“You’re not alone, and why did you come?”

“I wanted to get out of the routine, but that's not my thing. Adebayo and Harcourt were unavailable so I thought why not?”!You said, leaning sideways on the counter.

"Why didn’t you fuckin’ call me?" he asked, a little offended.

"It's Friday night, I thought you had an appointment." Fuck anyone who's available. “I thought about calling Adrian for a moment, but then came back to reality.” You argued.

“If you had called me you would have if I was busy or not.” He accused, tone slightly irritated.

You weren't as close to Chris as Adebayo, both of you always whispering in the corners about something you didn't know. Economos tried to intrude at times, but constantly got a backlash from both Ads and Christopher. Still, you had a good relationship with him (Chris), advising him when pertinent about any situation (from the most absurd like preventing him and Adrian from training with short range grenades to the more personal, like his father, his mind and your life). He was funny and nice (considerably) to be around. In fact, he was mostly nice to you, even in his Peacemaker persona (except when he talked about the girls he fucked).

"Okay, next time I'll call you too." You smiled slightly. "How are you?"

“Fine... fine, I'm fine.” He said, sipping his beer. “I'm... looking for a therapist like you and Adebayo suggested.”

"That’s great!"

You didn't expect him to accept the suggestion, even though he urgently needed to. Chris was the classic type who exuded fragile masculinity behind a big, thick shell, but discovering he was utterly fragile touched something in you. A shitty childhood with a lack of parental love and a violent environment made him that way, full of failures and trauma that accompany him in his sleep. He had a big heart, he wanted to be accepted, loved, but he didn't know how. It was easy for you, though, to be nice and fun and kind. He was trying, in a twisted and a little outdated way, he wasn't you. You were lucky for that, but he wasn't.

"You need after everything that's happened, and I'm here to talk if you want, even though I'm not an expert on the subject."

He smiled as he lowered his gaze, looking back at you then, “I know, thanks.”

"You're welcome." You smiled back, touching his hand.

He deserved a second chance, happiness... Peace, just like anyone else. It was sadly ironic how fucked up Peacemaker was.

"So was that guy leaving or did you dump him?" He changed the subject, getting as comfortable on the bench as possible (look at his size).

"Both." You replied, withdrawing your hand.

“Did he try to sleep with you?”

"That's inconvenient, but yes."

“Okay, I know you have eyes and a good sense to know he fucks badly, but other than that, why didn't you want to? Why do people in this business never fuck?” The last question seemed to ask himself.

"Because one, I don't fuck strangers, two, people in this business do, but they're not as explicit as you.”

“I’m not explicit!” He contradicted.

"Oh no, and I'm a nun."

“I guess you’re, what kind of person doesn’t have sex with strangers?” He played.

"Me."

"Why? It’s so easy."

"I've never been able to relate to people I don't have a connection with, I've always been like that, apart from that it's safer to sleep with people I know." You argued.

“In what sense?”

“Everyone, what if the person in question is a psychopath and is luring you somewhere else to kill you? Have you seen my size, do you think I would know how to get out of this situation? Maybe I could. Two, what if the person has an STD and doesn't tell? I protect myself enough for that.”

"That's fucking paranoid."

"Maybe for you it’s, but it's necessary to a certain extent for me."

“Ok, nun.” He made fun.

“Fuck off Shitmaker.”

"And I think you'd kick anyone's ass who tried to fuck you, not sexually speaking."

You laughed: “It's good to hear of your confidence in my abilities.”

“You’re a smart girl, you would know to recognize second intentions.” He suggested, ordering another drink from the waiter. “So, are you going home yet or are you staying?”

"I don’t know yet..."

“We can have fun together.” He suggested.

You cocked your head to the side, analyzing him: “How?”

It wasn't weird Chris to flirt with you, he did at times when you two were alone, but never to this point (if that's what it looked like). It was a lie to say you never thought have sex with him, Chris’s attractive, big, strong and with a beautiful pair of dark blue eyes, but it was definitely weird. The strangeness did not come from the persona, but from the condition. First, you worked together, second, he fucked any who can think and and consents, which totally ruled him out of second thought.

But the main point: he was romantically unavailable.

Sex for you was more than bodies colliding violently, it was connection, dialogue, feelings. You never got to fuck anyone you met in a bar, no matter how normal it was for other people, you weren't like that. But Chris. Christopher Smith. You knew him, you like him (most of the time), he's already opened up to you and he's hot as hell tonight. Fuck. 

He approached you, hand on the side of your face as he said, “I have some ideas.”

“Is this the moment I realize second intesions?”

"Maybe."

Fireworks erupted in your body, you enjoyed the sensation as much as it terrified you. Your heart was almost jumping out of your chest. Fuck, Chris wanted you. Wanted to have sex with you. All thoughts of it made you warm, like his big hand was on your cheek. You tried to speak, but you didn't know what to say.

You wanted?

Yes. Not. Yes. Yes.

He worked with you, he fucked anyone. He was hot and cool and comfortable. You wanted him too, but you were afraid.

"If you don’t want-"

"I want." You cut him. "I'm just nervous."

"Why?"

“We work together, it can get weird. And... I don't usually do that.”

"Do what?"

“One night stands.”

Perhaps you were afraid of it. To feel something for him and be one-sided. You didn't want this.

He shifted his stance, looking away quickly before forwarding a look at you never given by him before.

"What if it's not limited to one night?"

“...Don't create expectations you can't handle it.”

“What if I do?”

Your heart was pounding harder every second, not knowing where he wanted to go. “And… If it's bad?”

“I doubt, but if it’s, I don't see a problem with improving.” He held your hand this time. "Together."

"Chris." you whispered. "Don’t do this. Don’t play with me."

"I'm not playing with you. I like you." He confessed.

You were out of breath. Your stomach turned cold and her heart was pounding out of her chest. “In what way?”

"All. There's nothing about you that I dislike, and I'm not just saying that because I want to fuck you. I like everything about you...maybe your toc with alignment annoys me, but other than that, you're easy to like, in every way.”

"Every way?" 

“Every way."

You breathed. “...Romantically too?”

He stopped, looking nervously at you, chest heavy just like yours. “Y-yes. Fuck, I've never done this before. But I, I-I, I like you. I like you."

"Do you like me?" 

“Yeah.”

“Really like? Or just like?”

“I really like you.”

Oh. Chris likes you. Chris Smith likes you. He likes you.

Although you were open about many things in your life, talking about your feelings was still conflicting. You didn't like rejection, who does anyway? Many times you have kept your feelings to yourself, although age has made you more emotionally mature and has cracked part of that barrier. Still, you couldn't help but feel nervous. He liked you, he said, he said.

"I'm getting nervous, this sucks." 

"Me too."

"Y-if you don't like me-"

"I like. I like, I like you a lot.” You said. "I like you Chris."

He looked at you hopefully, hands gripping yours, wrapping them around. "So-" 

"Let's go home."

[littlehollyleaf]

In other news

Got to put my New Cookbook to use today! 😁😋 I've been super into pies lately and for (previously) unrelated reasons had an excess of carrot, so

Trying this one was a bit of a no-brainer

Added a bit of decoration to mine (which may or may not have been in order to hide where I fucked up and disturbed the nice, smoothly cooked surface as I was removing the pie from the oven...)

Guys, it's REALLY YUMMY - lighter than a pumpkin pie, but since it has all the same spices it's very similar

Carrots are also way easier to cook and puree than pumpkin/squash, so I can see this becoming a 'lazy' alternative in the future

(ALSO Dylan's pastry recipe is A+ - it seemed oddly simple compared to the ones I'm used to, without any sugar even, but it was soooo easy to roll and turned out beautifully crisp and flakey - baking magic!)

[roseadleyn]

Mutual Incorrect Quotes

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(writing this for the seventh time since Tumblr keeps deleting it-- I hate you Tumblr for deleting the original)

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@mysticmeena: The government wants to know what kind of weapons we keep in our house and I'm letting them know that it's private information.

@fuoon: This literally just says 'fuck around and find out'.

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@elychee: I lost Sidra.

@loekas: How did you lose Sidra?!

@elychee: To be fair, Sidra is very small.

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@d10nsaint: Is letting someone win at chess sapiosexual bottoming?

@roseadleyn: Does anyone in this godforsaken house think before they speak?

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@elychee: Time sensitive question how flirt boy.

@sidra-29: Throw rocks at he.

@cerisearan: Kill him.

@mysticmeena: Hot Dogs.

@elychee: ...Thanks guys.

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@that-one-pretty-bitch: He died of natural causes.

@writerinthedeepwoods: Jacqueline, you pushed him off a building.

@that-one-pretty-bitch: Gravity is natural.

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@loekas: I just had a long talk with Solei and Brooke about hitting each other and now they're yelling 'It's my turn to perpetuate the cycle of violence!' before hitting each other.

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@mysticmeena: I just want to live through one week without Brooke reciting a new verse of 'I Didn't Start The Fire'.

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@giyuus0nlywife: Brooke's in the kitchen.

@d10nsaint, reading the recipe: 'Beat three eggs', in what, hand to hand combat?

@roseadleyn: GET HER OUT.

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@giyuus0nlywife: The ocean is a soup.

@dxmoness: ...Do elaborate.

@giyuus0nlywife: What things are needed in a soup?

@dxmoness: Erm, water, salt, some form of vegetation, and personally I prefer meat in mine.

@giyuus0nlywife: The ocean is a soup.

@dxmoness: The ocean is a soup.

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@elychee: Ah, I feel refreshed! Did you guys sleep well?

@rouecentric:

@d10nsaint:

@rouecentric: Well, my eyes closed for a little bit yesterday.

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@cerisearan: I drink to forget but I always remember.

@dion-s-lawyer: Mhm.. you're drinking orange juice.

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@d10nsaint: We have a problem.

@dion-s-lawyer: No, you have a problem. I have an idiot who keeps making them.

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@rouecentric: Why don't humans have a specific sound that means 'there are bees here, let's leave immediately.' Why are elephants more advanced than us.

@loekas: We do have a specific sound for it. It sounds like this:

@loekas: 'There are bees here, let's leave immediately.'

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@dxmoness: Hey, can you recommend me a book that can make me cry?

@izumi-astra-123: General Mathematics 8th Grade Edition.

(no offense to @elychee and everyone else who likes / enjoys math <3)

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@writerinthedeepwoods: I wish I was a dinosaur.

@izumi-astra-123: Why, because they're big and scary?

@writerinthedeepwoods, deadpan: Because they're dead.

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@iwanttosleepforever1: I am going to need you to swear-

@that-one-pretty-bitch: Fuck.

@iwanttosleepforever1: ...swear as in promise.

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@fuoon: Do you even know what an amulet is?

@iwanttosleepforever1: Of course I do! I even eat amulets sometimes. I like the ones with cheese and onions.

@fuoon: Those are omelettes.

@iwanttosleepforever1: Oh. Then I've got nothing.

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I'll make a part two since the tag limit for this post has been reached! I'm so so sorry if I forgot anyone, I tried to include everyone I could remember, please remind me if I forgot!

oh yes, this is one of two gifts for new year :)

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[mariamariquinha]

I'm going to say something here that I've always wanted to say, mainly because at the moment I'm working on Bossa Nova and this detail seemed… interesting to share.

I think this also speaks a little about character study and how creating content here is not that simple. When you don't cheat, I mean.

The narration method.

Benny is different from the other guys for a very simple fact: he is full, maybe even too static. Mentally speaking. He has secrets but makes no effort to hide them, he just avoids talking about them and never shows any interest in doing so. Benny is succinct, decisive, and little disappointed. By the way, he hardly reacts to disappointments. He walks past them.

There are more sensitive and delicate reactions within him that are used to his advantage. Sometimes they leak. When this happens, he punches a co-worker in the face, but still makes it a casual event even though he's enraged.

He's chill.

When I defined this concept, I probably thought more about Maurice Compte than about Benny. The character has little screen and speaking time, which may also account for more of his placement in the story and who he is as a member of the group. Almost always, Benny has someone on his side. When the group has a scene walking down a hallway, he's in the back, and in the robbery scene at the beginning of the film, he's eating and acting like it's just another ordinary day. He listens a lot. Pays attention and compartmentalizes easily.

In my story, I've been writing a second POV of him since I started. This is something we can compare with Versos de Placer and how Carrillo and Benny are two different points within my spectrum.

Carrillo is reactive, but calculated. He acts on impulse with a serious expression, he transfers emotions through voice and attitudes. Still, his mind is more like a cauldron full of selected but misused ingredients in the recipe. With Benny, he has the ingredients and has chosen just a few, even though the recipe calls for them all in a controlled manner.

Benny has less point of view time and, when he does, it is collected, rational and with reflections that use few metaphors and more reflections of what he is experiencing or seeing. He's intuitive, but he doesn't brag about it, he sells himself for very little. Modest, but aware of his own abilities. I don't use ellipsis when he's in charge, nor thoughts that go too far, which is different with the reader. She hesitates, she looks for the right words, she makes associations and comparisons, she questions herself a lot.

With Carrillo, for example, he has the ingredients on his mind and they are spoiled or messing up the recipe. He reflects but hates having this ability because he would like to act more than think. He doesn't sleep well at night thinking about what he does while denying himself help. Benny will think a radish wouldn't make sense in a vegetable soup, but he'd put in a smaller amount anyway just to make that soup a vegetable soup.

My point is, when you think GPT Chat or other tools will do it for you, guess what: they won't. And I do it because I like it, because I feel good doing it, and it's horrible when all of that is replaced by a desire to consume without control.

I end with a mention of @cheesybadgers who's been on the role for more time than me and she does an incredible job with her stories, but more than that, she DOES HER HOMEWORK more than most of us deserves.

Keep that in mind! 😉 We don't want an award, but just a little more respect. Fits well.

Oh and fuck Chat GPT.

[hellsbellschime]

I have no intention to defend Criston's actions because ??? I do understand why he acted the way he did, it had been cooking since last episode with that dubcon sex scene, and my heart really felt bad for him, but like, he didn't need to go that feral... Anyway, I've already seen people mocking and calling him delusional because he was there proposing Rhae to go to Essos and marry him. Which, fair. But then Rhaenyra didn't say no because she had a duty to the realm or something, but because she just didn't love him. Which, also fair, BUT, as the heir to the throne, she should have the best interest for the realm in mind. That she refused him is right... That she did it only because she didn't love him and disguised it as duty, not so much. And that's confirmed when later on, in her literal marriage, she seems very open to the idea of fleeing off with Daemon and marry him, and even almost (if not) kisses him in front of all the people. Like, if Criston hadn't killed Joffrey, they could have perfectly dissapeared into the night, or try to. And then what? If she married Daemon she would have stayed heir/queen, since Viserys seems adamant on that, but the Velaryons had already been rejected and felt humilliated before, this would have been worse considering they were on the literal night of the marriage. It could have caused another kind of war, also with dragons, just because Rhaenyra wasn't willing to take the responsability of being heir at heart. I actually don't understand politics, but methinks that, at least if she left with Cole, Viserys could have blamed it on her to appease the Velaryons, Aegon II could have been heir without a civil war and maybe he could have arranged a new pact with them. If she did fly away with Daemon, as she clearly was willing to do, then the Velaryons would have had to see how she remained heir without consequences while they were once more set aside and humilliated. It would have been an even earlier recipe for disaster. Anyway nothing of this happened and is just speculation, of course, but I just don't like Criston being mocked when Rhaenyra clearly doesn't think about duty or responsability when it comes to her desires.

LOL yeah, damn Fabien Frankel for being such a good actor because I couldn't help but feel empathetic towards him even though he bashed a mostly innocent guy's brains in (although why the fuck he thought it was a good idea to open with an allusion to knowing a secret that could get Criston killed and be a huge issue for Rhaenyra is beyond me). I think they portrayed Criston's conflict really well, like he's basically having a mental health crisis and Alicent is the only person who seems to even give a single fuck.

I liked the subtext there as well, obviously Alicent is too pure and innocent for this world, but her dad's warning combined with the realization that Rhaenyra would destroy someone's life for her own wants really gave a solid foundation to her turning on Rhaenyra and fighting for her own kids. She already KNOWS Rhaenyra can't be trusted and that she will choose desire over responsibility, and I imagine with her relationship with Daemon growing closer it's going to be more and more obvious why she has to fight. And ultimately that's what it comes down to in a lot of ways, Rhaenyra should have as much blood right to the throne as any of her siblings, but honestly she wouldn't be a good queen.

[orowyrm]

I'm honestly surprised by the shear quantity and intensity of bad interactions you have had with customers. Working retail is real bad about that kind of stuff all around and I've had bad situations while I worked at dollar general but it was never that bad. It's probably because I didn't work there all that long and its a dollar store aimed at the lowest possible income brackets in a poor and rural town and the people that shop there are tired and exasperated and generally do not give a shit while the people that buy stuff from petco tend to be middle class and entitled little bitches as a result but it still just shocks me. The worst encounters I've had have been like 40 year old people mad that I'm carding them for cigarettes because it's store policy or people who made perverted jokes about my tits; not people screaming because they want to fuck over the local ecosystem and you wont let them.

i feel like animal retail specifically is bottom of the fucking barrel because like, 9/10 times the people coming in to buy a pet from a chain store dont even really view the animals as living things so much as decorations or toys, so when they realize the animal requires effort to care for, they get pissed because its a combo of 'i dont like that im being corrected, so im going to take it personally and get defensive' and 'how DARE you tell me 'no,' im a CUSTOMER. im supposed to be GOD' . that combined with the general expectations people have for retail employees to be doormats who will give them whatever they want if they make a scene, these types of people really just dont know how to handle someone telling them 'no, i won't sell you this animal because you aren't going to take care of it' and not budging and then management backing them up because they dont expect to be in an environment where the 'merchandise' are living breathing creatures and the staff treat them as such. its a recipe for some of the worlds most unhinged customer breakdowns ive ever experienced. id gladly take the old regular at the grocery store my sibling works at who used to put hexes on people who didnt double bag her shit without her asking over any of these wackos any day of the week

which is really a long winded way of saying it attracts all the worst types of entitled people. its always the "i know more than you, stupid petco employee, youre beneath me. thats why im not listening to you when you tell me i cant put a clownfish in a bowl. i saw a guy on tiktok do it once" or the "how DARE you tell me i cant buy a chameleon for my toddler and keep it in a plastic critter keeper. little timmy wants a lizard and i need to get him one so he can shut up about it!! no i dont know anything about caring for it. no i had no idea it cant be handled. no i didnt realize itll have a such-and-such-year lifespan. i figure he'll get bored of it in a couple weeks and then ill either return it or give it away, if it even survives that long. what do you mean you wont give it to me since i just said id let it die??? i want to speak to your MANAGER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" or god forbid, an unholy combination of the two. like the guy who tried to complain to the GM that i wouldnt sell him any goldfish even though he "knew what he was doing, he works at an aquarium for fucks sake, he knows hes capable of nursing them back to health, these fish want to LIVE i want to save them". the reason i wouldnt sell the goldfish? our entire system had a really nasty case of fish lice and the tanks were clearly marked as being 'not for sale' at the time cuz theyre all being quarantined and medicated. i couldnt have sold them even if i wanted to, theyre literally being actively treated for parasites. his daughter literally dragged him out of the store cuz she got so embarrassed that he wouldnt take no for an answer. to this day that one baffles me so hard. thats like walking up to a dog breeder and saying "hey, i heard you had a litter that got ringworm. i wanna buy one. i obviously know more about treating it than you do, i uhhh work for a vet. i just want to save a life!!! why wont you give me this obviously sick highly contagious animal that youre already in the middle of actively treating!!!!!!!!!!! i am going to try and get you fired about this."

[shirogane-oushirou]

RO I HAVE COME BEARING ASKS: 🦊, 🥧, and 🌇 for both Rens and Oshirou please :D

Also, kinda f/ovember-y ask: What are both Ren's favorite thing about you? Like, what do you think they fell in love with first, after meeting you??? 👀✨️✨️✨️

( @verykissablepixels )

YIPPEE!! thank you so much reffie!!! 🥰 i've already answered some for ren, but i'll HAPPILY rant about oushirou for those~!

(answers + art under readmore bc i can't shut up for a SINGLE POST!!! too much juicy lore to chew on here...)

🦊 What kind of cozy animals would you and your f/o be?

oushirou has major red fox energy -- fluffy red hair / fur, extremely mischievous, has a silly vibe while still appearing very graceful, and when around the few people he's comfortable with he'll wag his tail and laugh-squeak in excitement 😭 and yet when he's pushed into a corner he can flip a switch and hold his own in a fight. i'd love to be a cat and cuddle up into his warm fur and feel safe!!! 🥺

🥧 Do you and your f/o bake or cook things for fall?

i don't think oushirou's very used to being in a kitchen... he grew up as a little rich boy, lived in a high school dorm but had his meals given to him (and was an opportunistic gatherer, as seen in the post-valentines-chocolate-hunt event lol), and then became a world-traveling journalist and photographer with little downtime. BUT! he has a sense for good food and starts picking up some skills when he brings back recipes from around the globe and gives me a Taste (tm) of his travels.

so i think if he's around during the fall, he'd want to put together something not commonly eaten here but is seasonal for other places around the world + fairly easy to put together if you're able-bodied, like lamb karahi, peanut stew, or solyanka. i could help with prep, but he'd INSIST on taking care of the rest -- instead, i could spend the cooking time ask him all about the places he'd been since i'd last seen him!

🌇 Describe your perfect fall date/day out with an f/o.

oushirou enjoys going on walks during cooler weather! going through parks, picking up pretty leaves and rocks, holding hands and snuggling close to keep warm, teasing me if a leaf lands in my hair... if we planned to go for a longer walk, he could push me along in a transport chair and i could bring some lunch to eat while we rest at a bench. he'd also enjoy shopping for cool-weather clothes together! maybe something to match each other to connect us while he's gone.

assuming he's already taken me to a number of hole-in-the-wall places in the city, doc!ren and i would rent a car and drive out to someplace more remote for a day or two. maybe a cabin? a place with a nice porch to sit on together, where we can share a blanket and Fucking Chill (especially him. god. his body'll give out on him if he doesn't fully unwind every once in a while...). we may also do the walk-and-a-picnic bit!

with r!ren... i think we'd tend to keep it simple! my family likes to go on short trips during colder months, so while they're out + as his schedule allows, he'd come over and we'd hang out together while i house sit! not TOO different from what we usually do, but the vibe is different... nobody to tiptoe around, freedom to use the kitchen and other main areas without being bothered, cuddling on the porch, no "oh you're going over to HIS place are you? 😉" from nosy family. just... normality. very cuddly normality. (ALSO also he'd like walks. all of my Guys like their walkies i guess ksdfknjsn)

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as for both rens' first / most fav thing about me.... i'd say passion? or maybe the "gap moe" between the subdued way i normally present vs when i hear my sleeper agent activation phrase and go Special Interest Mode.

though it plays out differently for both of them -- for doc!ren he's passing through a waiting room and sees my one-winged eagle mask, and for r!ren he's helping me find something in the store and notices the beato keychain on my bag -- our first connection is:

"oh wait. that piece of merch... you're ALSO into this niche piece of queer media that's significantly longer than the fucking bible so few people have read the full thing?? AND you're a flesh and blood person i can talk to face to face??? AAAAAND the fact that you've already mentioned your fav character is [xxxx] during this 5 second convo means you're 99% likely to ALSO be queer like me in an area located in the bible belt????? 😳😳😳" kjadnjn.

that instant switch-flip from quiet politeness to GAY AUTISM-TO-AUTISM COMMUNICATION i think is endearing to them. and when they find out that passion extends into creating and collecting as well? it's Joever. neither realizes just HOW joever it is yet, but i mean... r!ren's willing to IMMEDIATELY help me to my car and hush-hush ask for my contact info (bc who else is into this kind of thing in bumfuck nowhere???), and while doc!ren waffles on it for longer, he eventually does ask if we can completely stop the professional relationship and just be straight up friends with no weird conflicts of interest (he isn't my direct doc but he's part of the team i'm seeing).

tl;dr they can't get enough of my autism swag KJEDN /J /J /J /J

(and i can't get enough of theirs.... 💕💕)

[greta-van-chaos]

I Can't

So I reposted @screnwriter 's "a hundred kissing prompts" and decided that I wanted to pick the first few I'd write about. I chose prompt 43 "you kissed me last night." " and you didn't stop me." If you want to pick one for me you can submit your choice here along with which boy you want! I do write for Danny I just don't have any posted yet :)

Pairing | Jake Kiszka x Reader

Warnings | Angst, cursing (there is a happy ending)

~

"Can you guys just pick a damn movie" I call from the kitchen hoping my voice can be heard over the argument taking place in the living room. "I swear to god, they're so fucking indecisive" I laugh. On this particular Thursday night Sam and I had planned to kickback and enjoy a shitty horror movie marathon but of course his two older brothers had to come and crash it. Josh is a lovely guy, I quite like him to be honest! He's sweet and funny and loud but Jake, on the other hand, I have confusing feelings about. He's quiet and attentive, which can be great but it can also be unsettling, that along with the way he looks at me is a recipe for disaster.

The first time I met Jake we were left in a room together alone for a few minutes and he didn't speak a single word to me, he just watched me like a predator and it's prey, the tension in the air was so thick and electric I could barely breathe. I've avoided being alone with him ever since but that hasn't stopped me stealing glances whenever he's around because if it isn't totally obvious, I am totally infatuated with him but Sam and I have been friends since our first day of university and I would never stoop so low as to go out with his brother. I don't like Sam romantically or anything but I still feel like it would be a betrayal in every way.

"Do you need any help?" Sam's voice rips me from my thoughts and I silently thank him for prying me out of the rabbit hole that is his brother.

I survey my surroundings and realize I'm one glass of beer short, was I subconsciously avoiding an interaction with Jake or was it an accident? I shake my head and put on a small smile as I turn back to Sam "If you could just take these into the living room, I forgot to pour myself one"

The brunette nods and grabs a glass in each hand "Would you mind bringing that one with you when you come? I can't hold all three."

"Yeah for sure, I'll see you in there" I finish filling my glass and grab the one Sam couldn't carry, bringing them into the living room. When I step into the room my breath catches in my throat. Sam and Josh are sharing one of our two, small couches and Jake is sitting alone on the other without a beer in his hand. I mentally curse myself as I walk over and sit down next to Jake, as far away from him as I can and then hand him his beer without making eye contact... or at least without making eye contact until his fingers brush against mine when he grabs the glass. My eyes shoot up to meet his and a smug expression graces his features. Flustered, I flick my gaze to Sam and Josh, locking eyes with the latter "What movie did you guys pick?

"Halloween" He says in a cheery voice "It's one of my favorites"

I smile at his sunny disposition "Good choice Joshy, It's one of my favorites too!" His cheeks flush at the silly endearment and when I look over at Jake his expression is lukewarm.

The movie starts and I can barely focus knowing that Jake is behind me. The couch we're on is angled sideways to the TV so I have to lay my head on the arm of the couch as not to block Jake's view. "That doesn't look very comfortable" My body freezes and I'm hyper aware of Jake's breath on my neck, how did I not feel the couch move when he leaned over? I push the thought aside and focus even harder on the movie, ignoring him. "Lay back on me, then we can both see perfectly"

I let out a long breath realizing that he's right, we would both be able to lay comfortably and it's the smartest way for us to see the TV properly. I nod my head curtly and let him ease me back onto his chest by my shoulders. Every brush of his fingertips against me sends an electric shock through my body. I wonder if he can feel my heart going a mile a minute when I lay back against him. His legs are around mine and he rests his chin lightly on my head once we're both comfortable, which seems a little too intimate for the moment but how can I possibly care, this is all of my dreams and worst nightmares coming true at once. I imagine how this looks to Sam and Josh and I cringe, checking over my shoulder to see if the scowl I imagined on my best friends face is that of my imagination or reality. I'm relieved to see that Sam is solely focused on the screen, as is Josh.

"Relax y/n, you're so tense, I don't bite" Jake's voice is smooth as silk in my ear and I can feel his words rumbling in his chest. I take a deep breath and let it go, relaxing my body and practically melting into him. "That's better"

~

The movie is slowly coming to an end and I can't be more grateful, Jake's hand has somehow made it's way to rest at my thigh, the warmth of his hand is pleasant but It stole my focus from the moment he put it there in the middle of the movie to now.

"Do you think we could stay the night? It's way to dark to walk back to our place" Josh's voice cuts through the end credit music.

"Yeah, of course, take the guest bedroom, you staying too Jake?" Sam asks

"Yeah, why not" The vibration of his words against my back motivates me to sit up, escaping him and his heavenly cologne.

"You cool with them staying y/n" Sam looks at me with a smile "I mean, it's not like they haven't stayed before"

"I don't mind" I reply, stretching my arms above my head. "I'm gonna go do the dishes, could someone help me bring the glasses into the kitchen?"

"I've got it" Jake's voice sounds from behind me and I scream internally, I really don't want to be alone with him "You guys can go relax, we'll get all this cleaned up" He motions to the litter strewn table.

"Thanks guys, I'll see you in the morning" Sam and Josh both head upstairs, probably to listen to music or something. Damn Sam and his normal sleep schedule.

"I've got the glasses, you can go start filling the sink if you want"

Keeping with my trend of silence I nod wordlessly at him and head into the kitchen, doing as he suggested and filling the sink. I'm so focused on the watching the water that I'm barely aware of Jake placing the glasses beside the me and then leaning against the counter. I stop the water and look up at him, admiring his side profile in the gritty lighting of our kitchen. His eyes flutter open and gazes at the ceiling, my staring going seemingly unnoticed.

"Why are you so quiet tonight, peach?"

I cringe at the pet name and give in, grabbing the counter to brace myself "Remind me again why you feel the need to call me that?"

"Because I like this-" He reaches out and draws his fingers along the apples of my cheeks, referring to the heated tint they take on when he uses the nickname. I pull myself away from his touch, not trusting myself. My breathing is embarrassingly erratic.

"Don't-"

"What? You asked a question." He turns to face me completely, leaning his side against the counter smugly "Have I made you uncomfortable?"

"No- It's just-" I sigh and push myself off of the counter, turning my body towards him "What's your deal?"

"My deal?"

I sigh in frustration and give up, turning back to the dishes "Never mind" I move the cups into the soapy water and sigh again "I don't need your help anymore, you can go"

"Y/n"

The kitchen falls silent for a moment and I swear Jake can hear my heartbeat. When I glance in his direction he's still looking at me. I draw my hands out of the water and dry them on the towel hanging from a rack on the wall. I mirror his stance, leaned up against the counter "Jake" I copy. His eyes alight with something foreign to me, it's dark and light at the same time, like his eyes are the night sky, ablaze with stars. I barely have time to process his movements as he steps towards me. I mirror him, stepping back with every forward step he takes until I'm pressed against the fridge. "Jake" I breath, his name passing my lips for the second time tonight.

The only thing that can be heard in the kitchen is the sound of our ragged, offbeat breaths. He puts an arm beside my head, effectively pinning me against the fridge. "Say it again" He hums

"What?" I whisper, our eyes locked so intensely it feels like we're trapped, swimming in each others souls.

"My name, say it again"

I swallow down my courage and press a hand against his chest when he leans in further "Jake" I murmur, unflinchingly.

"You're going to be the death of me, peach" His voice is low and growly, as if he had just woken up. I hear him mutter something like fuck it under his breath and before I can protest his lips meet mine, closing the gap both physically and metaphorically. All pretenses are lost in the wind as he cups my face in his palm, stroking the skin of my cheek with his thumb. Electricity more powerful than anything I've ever felt travels through every single nerve in my body. I grip his shirt and reach for his hair, feeling it's softness between my fingers. He hums against my lips and slides a hand down to grasp my hip. Everywhere he touches, goosebumps rise in his wake. I pull him closer by his hair, almost hoping we can join together as one in this intimate affair. His hand brushing my hair behind my ear knocks me back into reality and I desperately reach to pull myself out of the embrace, we can't do this, is all I can think now. I can't do this, Sam is my best friend... he would never forgive me... I my let arm arm fall to my side, pulling away. His eyes are clouded with that same, foreign emotion as before but this time confusion has leaked into his expression. I put my other palm on his chest and tilt my head to the side, pushing away.

"I can't-" Is the only thing I can bring myself to say before I slip away, scrambling up the stairs to my room and leaving him alone in the kitchen with a bewildered look on his face.

~

The next morning my only tasks are 1. avoiding Jake and 2. pretending that last night didn't happen. Of course, as I pad down the stairs I hear Sam yell "Josh and I will be back in an hour!" and Jake responding with an affirming grunt . I try to turn around and slip away again but Jake appears at the bottom of the stairs.

"Sam made pancakes, there's a plate for you on the island" His voice is cold as ice.

I nod and continue down the stairs when Jake disappears into the kitchen. I find my plate and instead of taking it into the living room to eat I pour on some syrup and dig in right away. "Did you get some?" I ask, flicking my gaze up to his when he stands on the other side of the island, trying to keep the awkward silences to a minimum.

"I did" He hums, crossing his arms.

"You kissed me last night" I say accusingly and I let go of my fork, the clatter of it against my plate echoing through the kitchen. Somehow my mouth worked faster than my brain and I spoke my thoughts before properly thinking them.

"And you didn't stop me," He replies coolly

"It shouldn't have happened, Jake" I lock eyes with him, giving him a no bullshit look.

"But it did y/n. We clearly have feelings for each other" He leans against the his side of the island, supported by his arms.

"No-"

"Don't lie, I know you wanted me to"

"Jake-"

"Don't you fucking do that..." He looks so hurt.

"What happened last night was a mistake and we both know it" My voice is shaky, I sound as if I've never spoken before.

"Don't say that-"

"Jake, we can't do this" I feel tears welling in my eyes but I hold back, biting my lip to stifle them.

"What's stopping us?"

"Sam, Jake. You know just as well as I do-"

"It's none of his fucking business!"

I barely notice I've moved until I'm standing in front of Jake, the island no longer separating us "He's my best friend" A tear rolls down my cheek and I wipe it away with the back of my hand "I can't-"

"You can! We can! Just... please, peach" He takes a step towards me and as though replaying the events of last night I back up with each of his steps towards me.

"Jake" I whisper

"Don't" He replies, cupping my face in his hands "I want this and I know you do too"

The tears I tried so intensely to hide have to begun to stream down my face and Jake lets go of me, taking a step back. All of the things I wish I could say coming rushing to the surface before I can stop them "I do... I do want this but-" A sob claws at my lungs and I gasp for air "Jake"

His eyes flick up to meet mine "Peach?" He sounds so uncertain, it hurts my heart.

"Just kiss me" I finally let go, letting my anxiety shed with my tears. Jake advances on me, wiping my cheeks with his thumbs before pressing his lips to mine ever so delicately. Like last night I feel that same electricity but today is different, the way he cups my face in one hand and grips my hip with the other makes my heart throb. This time when we pull away I don't want to run, I want to stay in the moment forever.

"I knew I was in the love with you the first time I laid eyes on you" He admits and we both smile.

I press my forehead against his, sighing at his heartfelt confession "I don't mean to be like this, I'm just so afraid of losing Sam, or you, or Josh" Thinking of the eldest brother makes my lips quirk up in a teary eyed smile.

"It's okay y/n, you won't lose any of us" He strokes my cheek with his thumb, pulling my head away from his so he can look in my eyes "You never have to worry about losing any of us"

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[sopebubbles]

THE PACT: PART 19 | ksj×yn

<< fucking weirdo >>

This post contains smut. Under 18 DO NOT INTERACT or I will absolutely lose my shit.

Warnings: oral (fem receiving), sex

Word count: 4.9k

A/n: I didn't intend for this to be so long but hopefully it's fluffy and cute with a little dash of smut. Also, Jin's a talker, I don't make the rules. Let me know what you think :)

It's been two weeks since you agreed to give Jin a try. He wanted a chance for you to see him as a romantic partner, and however skeptical the pair of you may have been about being able to push aside twelve years of friendship in order to let romance flourish, it had actually been surprisingly easy. The feelings you'd developed for him years ago but had pushed down with fear and insecurity quickly rose to the surface after your first date and continued to grow every day since.

Now you hear the jangle of his keys in the door since you’d told him to let himself in--too afraid of something going wrong in the kitchen and proving him right after all these years. All these years. In the time you’d known Jin, he had easily become the most important person to you. He was the person you called when you needed help, the first you told good news--if it didn’t have to do with guys, which honestly was something you should have examined a little more closely--the first person you thought of telling funny stories to. Min Yoongi had been your first love, and up until your breakup you had genuinely believed he was the person you were supposed to spend your life with, but in the last two weeks you’d been thinking, and not for the first time, that maybe the best thing about Yoongi was that he’d introduced you to Kim Seokjin.

Jin sets his keys on your counter and takes a dramatic sniff of the air filling your small studio apartment. “Smells like it’s going okay so far. Nothing burned,” he notes. He comes to wrap his arms around you as you stand in front of the stove. 

“Yah! Get yourself a glass of wine and stay out of my way,” you order, gesturing over your shoulder to the bottle you had opened. 

“I just want to say hello,” he whines, but you can hear the tease in his voice, and you aren’t having any of it. 

“You’re trying to distract me so you can blame me later. Go sit down.” He laughs and presses a kiss to your temple before he complies with a smile. Maybe you should be surprised by how casual his intimacy is, making you feel somehow comfortable and giddy at the same time, but you love it. You ask him about his day and he tells you about what went on at the restaurant while you try your best to listen and multitask, determined not to screw up a single part of your meal. The whole time you’re moving around the kitchen Jin’s eyes follow you with an amused expectation up until the moment you’re serving him.

Jin gathers the black noodles you’ve placed in front of him with his chopsticks, wearing a curious smirk on his face. He’s going to politely eat the dinner you have lovingly made for him, but he’s fully prepared to tease you about it. Giving you a dramatically cautious look, he raises the noodles to his mouth and wraps his lips around them. You watch as his eyes widen and he greedily sucks more noodles in his mouth, chewing and swallowing while he stares at the food in front of him until he goes cross-eyed. He stuffs another bunch of slippery noodles into his mouth with a loud moan before he sets his chopsticks down and wipes his mouth with a napkin and then lets his hands rest on the table, giving you a look of shock.

"How come your Jajangmyeon tastes just like mine?" he asks.

"Because it's your recipe," you answer, as if that were obvious.

"But how? I've never even written it down and I've never taught you."

You level your gaze on him. "Jinnie, you've been making me your Jajangmyeon for a decade. I'm way more observant than you realize. Plus I've practiced it a lot so I can have it without having to ask you." You shrug and his lips push into a pout. "What?"

"I think yours might be better than mine," he mumbles.

You shake your head with a laugh. "No, silly. Everything just tastes better when someone else makes it for you." You give him a sweet smile and a moment later he returns one. His features fill with absolute joy and you wonder why because it can't be that good. 

"What is it?" You press, and Jin reaches out to take your hand. He stares at it for a moment, rubbing his thumb over your knuckles, but his expression doesn't change.

"When I first asked you to try dating me, I was really nervous. I worried about a lot of things. One of them was that after all this time, dating might be boring since we've known each other so long. We've been there for every important moment of each other's lives basically since we've been adults. We know so much about each other, I didn't think there was going to be anything to learn, the way you do in a new relationship. And I guess I'm just really happy that there are still things I'm learning about you." Jin's eyes search yours, the smile still pressed on his lips, and he wonders what other secrets about you are left to uncover. You can't help but marr his sweet sincerity with an eye roll.

"The only reason you don't know this about me is because you've consistently denied my culinary abilities for the last decade! Aish, Jinnie! You really think my mother, who wanted me to get married at 18, sent me out into the world without the ability to cook? You think I've been out here starving without the meals you prepared for me? I'm an excellent cook and you've been holding me back!" Your rant increases in volume and pitch in a way not coincidentally like one of his own, and he can't contain his windshield wiper laugh.

“Fine, let’s see what else you’ve got,” he challenges, reaching for a piece of marinated chicken. 

Jin is incredibly complimentary of your whole meal, and you choose to believe his words especially when they’re laced with teasing. 

After you both finish eating, you get up to do the dishes, and when Jin offers to help you tell him to go to the couch and find a movie for you to watch instead. He chooses a romantic comedy, one you’ve both seen before--more his guilty pleasure than yours, but you’re not complaining. When the movie begins, you watch innocently enough, sitting close to him so that your legs are touching, but that's about it. You try hard to focus on the first ten minutes or so of the movie and not what you’ve actually been thinking about for the last couple of days. At some point, without you realizing it at first, Jin’s hand finds its way to your thigh, not quite high enough to cause a scandal, but hardly innocent in nature. As his warm palm creeps an inch higher on your leg you turn your face to him immediately. 

“So, you know how I’m an impatient bitch?” you blurt out, causing his eyes to widen for a half a second before they crinkle with a smile. 

“You mean how you never wait for the pizza to cool when it comes out of the oven and you burn your mouth every time?” He grins at you in amusement. 

“YES!” you exclaim in return, turning your body to face him. “Exactly like that! I want to burn my mouth on telling you my feelings for you, even though I’m sure it’s much too early.”

Jin shakes his head and his smile only widens. “I cannot believe I’m in love with such a fucking weirdo.” His nonchalant confession earns him a very firm smack on his shoulder--almost more violent than playful--which he’s rubbing. “What the hell was that for!”

“I was going to confess, but you beat me to it, you jerk!” you pout loudly. 

“You have a very strange way of confessing. At least mine was sweet,” he mumbles, still clutching his wounded shoulder. 

“You were not sweet. You called me a weirdo.” You push your lips out into an exaggerated expression. 

“I called you a fucking weirdo, and I stand by it.” He drops his hand from his shoulder, no longer interested in pretending it hurt more than it did, so that he can swipe his thumb across your bottom lip to smooth it back into place. “Now are you going to confess or not?”

“Can I be serious for a second?”

“Can you?” he retorts and receives a sharp jab to the ribs with your index finger, making him jump before he takes your offending hand in his and holds it. “Okay, yes.” Jin twists his shoulders to look at you straight on and waits patiently for what you have to say. 

You take a deep breath to steady yourself before you begin. “Jinnie, when I was with Yoongi, I was convinced he was it for me. It wasn’t just all the things I loved about him, but I honestly thought he treated me so well, and that no one would treat me that way. When it ended, it just shattered me. I thought I wouldn’t be worthy of that kind of love. But when I came to you, and you made the pact with me, even though I honestly never took it seriously...in that moment our whole friendship up to that point went through my mind, and I realized that even though you didn’t love me like he did, you were really the person who had treated me best in my whole life. It didn’t fix everything. I know it still took me a long time to get over Yoongi, but I knew I had to keep you. I knew I needed you in my life for the rest of my life. As those feelings for Yoongi faded, the ones I had for you grew. Then we were separated right after college, and I told myself when I started to realize that I loved you that there was no way you loved me like that. Not when you were so handsome and funny, and girls had always been after you. I was sure that everything you’d said about the pact was just to make me feel better, to make me feel less hopeless, and I tried to push down my feelings for you.”

Jin opened his mouth like he wanted to say something, but you pushed your fingers gently against his lips to stop him. “Afterwards, as the years went on, I dated people and you dated people, and I wrecked basically every relationship I had. My feelings for you were always there under the surface, but I told myself I couldn’t act on them because I would ruin it, and you were the one person in my life I truly needed, so I couldn’t lose you. Kim Seokjin, I can’t lose you. I love you so much. I love your horribly stupid puns, and the cute way you laugh at your own jokes. I love that you know I can take care of myself but you help me anyway. I love how you go along with any random idea I have and you pull me into yours. I love it when we argue, and how I’m the only person you’ll ever admit you’re wrong to...even if it takes months. Jinnie, I’m in love with you,” you conclude. You’ve been so busy trying to get all of your words out you haven't noticed the way his lips curled into a smile against your fingers before you let them fall or the way his eyes have come alive with that familiar joy. 

“Are you done now?” he asks, and you shrug. Jin takes both your hands to press a kiss to each before releasing them in favor of grabbing onto your hips and pulling you into his lap. “Ynie, I’ve been in love with you longer than I can remember. I don’t know when it happened, but I know it was long before you got engaged. I made the pact with you because I wasn't sure that I was the guy for you or that you would want me, but I knew that if you ever needed me I would be there. I'm sorry for wasting so much time over the years. I wonder if Joon was right, and we could've been together sooner if I'd just been honest with you about how I felt, but I was scared, too. Last year I decided to stop dating and wait for you. I'll always wait for you."

You raise your hands to cup his cheeks and look tenderly into his eyes. "I'm sorry for making you wait so long. For not noticing earlier how you were the one all along. For not trusting us."

Jin shook his head gently, a small smile pulling his lips. "It's okay. We've been here all along. We haven't missed that much. I'm just sorry I couldn't stop you from feeling lonely."

A broader smile spreads across your face and you bring yourself closer to him, whispering, "there is one thing we missed," before pressing your lips to his.

"I knew there was only one reason you invited me over," he grumbles against your mouth, but his hands snake around your waist all the same. He breathes you in deeply as he pulls your body tighter against his. "I knew you would try to seduce me."

Your lips trail kisses along his jaw over to his ear where you can whisper, "is it working?" He breathes a shaking yes when you begin to nibble on his ear. 

Jin's hands roam from your waist over the curve of your hips down to your thighs so he can slip them under the hem of your dress. He gropes your ass hungrily, giving you firm squeezes that pull your body closer to his while his mouth attaches to your neck and begins to suck gently. One of his large hands continues the journey down between your legs to find your clothed core, and his probing fingers can tell even through your panties how warm and wet you are for him. A low moan escapes his throat as he presses firm strokes over the area, and he pulls back to see the pleasure that's already giving you splashed across your face. 

"Are you finally going to let me taste you tonight?" he hums with a smile, knowing he won't take no for an answer. 

"Finally?" You cock your head cutely at him.

"I've always wondered what you taste like, but in the past you've never let me. "

A smile grows wide across your face with the knowledge that this is something he's thought about. That he's thought about you at all is enough to set you on fire, but the obsession burning in his eyes at this particular act has you melting. 

"From now on, you can have whatever part of me you want," you tell him slowly, but almost as soon as the words are out of your mouth he has you on your back on the couch, legs spread apart by his two hands on your thighs. His rough palms rub over your smooth skin, warming your soft inner thighs with a look of satisfaction. His right hand finds the cloth of your panties once again and he rubs his thumb over your swelling core, the heat pooling more and more within you with each small stroke, your hips involuntarily writhing just a bit. Briefly, he admires the way a wet spot has begun to form on the fabric. Then he hums and slowly turns his eyes up to your face. 

"Why did you never let me though?" You raise your eyebrows at him, surprised by his question and just a bit by his fixation on the topic. "It's just, you were always kind of adamant about not letting me, and if there's a reason I want to know." There's no room for doubting the sincerity of his words, bordering on a plea, yet his ministrations haven't slowed or paused.

"Honestly?" You hesitate, even though you know there's no excuse for anything less.

"Always."

You sigh lightly, but only for yourself. "It's just that...I'm not the most sensitive. Sometimes it can take a long time. Not everyone is...patient enough. And I guess when it comes to a drunk hook up, I didn't want to waste the time."

"Wait." For the first time, his hand pauses momentarily while his gaze over your face hardens. "You're telling me you let guys get away with not pleasuring you?" He almost sounds mad. 

"I get pleasure! I just...don't come often. Or I…" you trail off, not wanting to finish your thought, but he's already guessed the conclusion. Somewhere in the back of his mind he wonders who had made themselves worthy of you. Had Yoongi been patient? Had Hoseok? But he brushes off these unimportant questions in favor of focusing on you. An arrogant smirk replaces the hardened expression he wore before as he moves both hands to grip the edge of your underwear where it hugs the back of your hips.

"I'm a very patient man, Yn. And I have all night. I'm not going to stop until you come." He pulls the garment off your ankles and discards it careless across the room. "And don't you dare try to fake it with me. I'll know, and I'll punish you for it." He gives you a little wink before pushing your thighs apart once more and lowers his head down to your core. 

"Jinnie, you really-"

"Shh. You know how much I like to eat, and I'm about to make a feast of you. Just lay back and enjoy yourself," he insists. You don't try to hide your smile. You move back a little to rest your back against the throw pillows at the end of the couch, giving you the chance to see Jin's face between your legs. "I'm going to take my time. Really, Yn, I don't care if it takes all night. Don't worry, just let it happen." Your body relaxes, releasing the tension you always unconsciously build up anytime this conversation comes up. You hadn't noticed how it had started to build minutes ago when he first introduced the topic, but it's apparent as soon as you let it go, finding yourself entirely calmed by his assurances like no one has ever been able to make you feel before. 

Jin drags his fingertips down your thigh to your core, just barely touching your outer lips, sending tingles through your stomach. His touches are slow and deliberate, his earlier urgency to taste you seemingly forgotten, but each moment has you silently begging for more, unable to voice your need for him in any form other than whimpers. He licks his lips at the sight of the essence that has already started to drip from you. 

"You look fucking perfect, you know that? Do you taste as delicious as you look?"

"I don't know," you giggle, fully enjoying how talkative he is during sex. If he was ever like this before you either don't remember or you thought it was just the alcohol, but in any case he's now ready to let you know everything he thinks about you, and that alone feels incredible. "Why don't you find out?"

"Oh, I intend to, sweetheart," he promises, but still he doesn't dive in. Instead he swipes up the drip of arousal that caught his eye and spreads it up and over your folds, running his finger over your opening without dipping in to cover your clit as well, the first direct contact making you jolt just a little . He thinks maybe you're more sensitive than you think, or maybe he's just done a good job of winding you up. Finally, he brings his finger to his mouth, spreading you across his lips before placing the tip to his tongue to test you. "Fucking delicious, jagiya. Even better than I imagined," he raves, and you can't help moaning at his words, craving his touch again. He obliges, now probing one finger into your and enjoying the way you sigh when he enters you. Before long he makes it two and then he's lowering his mouth to meet your bud, enveloping you in his plush lips and sucking gently. 

Jin is anything but inexperienced. Though it's true he's spent many years waiting and hoping he could someday call you his, he hasn't always been waiting alone. Jin's been with his fair share of women as you have been with men, maybe more, maybe not. No one's counting. But he's got his own bag of tricks and skills and he's not afraid of using each and every one of them to find out what makes you tick. He takes his time to press all your buttons, listens to your suggestions and the subtle feedback you're not even aware you're giving him. Slowly but surely, and in fact in less time than you had anticipated, Jin gets you right where he wants you, a quivering, panting mess pulsing beautifully around his long fingers, which are still moving slowly in and out of you as you ride out your high. He lifts himself to hover over you with a proud smile across his face. 

"You were so good, jagiya. Did I do a good job?" he asks, as if he didn't already have the answer from your body.

"Mhm." You nod, tired and dazed. "You were amazing, love."

"A new pet name? Must have been good." His smile widens if that's possible. "Maybe I'll go again." He eyes drop longingly to where his hand is still connected with you. 

"No," you whine.

"No?"

"I want you, Jinnie," you admit, surprised by how needy your tired voice sounds. 

"Hmm. Okay, but only if you make me a promise." You merely nod your head. "Promise me you'll never feel bad about feeling good again. Always let me take care of you." He looks into your eyes as he says it, appreciating how you try to focus on his words through your haze.

"I promise," you agree softly, earning a kiss on your nose. 

"Great. Let's go to your bed." He finally removes his digits from you and licks them clean while he extends his other hand to help you off the couch. The fabric of your dress sliding over the sensitive skin of your bare ass and thighs makes you shiver as he leads you over to your own bed. He stops at the edge and turns to pull your dress over your head slowly, and then he pushes you gently onto the bed, kissing you on the lips while he removes your bra. At the same time you're gripping the hem of his t-shirt and pulling it over his head, breaking your kiss. You take a moment to take in his appearance. It's not a six pack but his stomach is flatter than it should be by all rights, but you know he spends a few mornings every week in the gym with Jeongguk. You slide your hands over the warm skin of his tummy across his hips, raising goosebumps on his skin while he watches you curiously. You shift onto your knees on the bed so you can be eye level with him. His eyes are so full of admiration and love you almost miss the lust and hunger for your touch, but your hands are already moving to his waistband, pulling him closer until his thighs touch the mattress before you're undoing his pants and pushing them down. He pulls his feet out of them, never taking his eyes off yours. Without even bothering to look, too entranced by his deep brown eyes, you reach out your hand to wrap your fingers around his hardening member. Jin grabs the back of your neck and pulls you into another, more passionate kiss, unable to tolerate the distance between you a moment longer. He carefully pushes you back onto the bed, leaning over you to trail kisses over your chin and down your throat on the way to your chest. 

"Every part of you is so beautiful, jagi," he coos over you as he takes a breast in each hand. He attaches his mouth to the left one and swirls his tongue around your peaked nipple before sucking on it harshly. The sensation has you arching your back as it sends pleasure straight to your core, aching for him. He releases you with a pop only to do the same to the other one and then pepper kisses all over your chest. His hands drift down your sides until one comes to rest on your hip, the other coming down to pump his now hard cock. "Condom?" He asks the word with a sense of urgency and you know he's just as ready as you are.

"In the drawer, if you want." You point a lazy finger toward your night stand where you keep a box for any visitors. You're usually pretty strict about using them, always have in your previous encounters with Jin, but the desire to have him closer than ever hastens you to add, "but I'm on the pill...you know, if you don't want." Your voice is quiet as you search his eyes, wondering which option he'll choose. Jin seems to pause for a moment, completely still, before he crashes his lips against yours once again. The hand on your hip snakes around your back and pulls you up until your butt is against his thighs. He rubs the head of his cock over your entrance a few times to coat himself in the juice that has replenished itself since you moved to the bed. He pulls his face back for a moment to see the desire in your eyes and the smile on your face, all the confirmation he needs to proceed and push into you while he moves his mouth to kiss under your ear. 

"Fuck, jagi, you feel so good," he praises you as he slides slowly between your velvet walls. You wrap your legs around his hips to pull him closer as he buries himself inside of you, enveloping him in your warmth in every possible way. He's never felt so at home with another person, and that same emotion begins to fill your chest just before he moves. Jin keeps things slow and sensual, enjoying every stroke and feeling every part of you all while he whispers sweet words in your ear. He makes love to you in every sense possible, making you feel more safe and cared for than you could've imagined. You can't think of the last time anyone made you feel remotely this good, but you're not surprised. You're with Jin, and he has always known how to make you feel good, to make you so happy. 

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"To be honest with you, this is the part I've thought about the most," Jin murmurs in your ear. You've been lying quietly together for several minutes with his chest pressed to your back, his hand tracing lightly over the skin of your arm while his head rests against yours. You only hum an inquisitive response as you listen to the rain outside the window. "Holding you like this, knowing you're mine. It's what I've wanted most," he admits before wrapping his arms around you and pulling you tighter. "I'm glad I waited."

"I'm glad we made that pact all those years ago, or you might not have had a reason to," you smile tiredly. 

Suddenly, Jin is releasing you and before you can complain he's off the bed. He's over at your dresser, opening the jewelry box that sits on top and a moment later he's wrapping himself around you again. When his right arm snakes around you and he takes your left hand in his you see what he'd gone for. Gently, he slides the green twist tie ring he made so many years ago onto your ring finger.  

"I'll always keep my promises to you, Yn. I'll always be there for you. I can let anyone down but you." His voice is so soft and quiet you can barely hear it but it doesn't lessen his sincerity in the slightest.

You turn your body in his arms so you can look at him properly and raise your hand to touch his cheek. "I know, Jin. That's why I agreed in the first place. I've always known I can count on you. I hope you can count on me too. I hope you know I care for you just as much." He nods silently and let's you settle into his broad chest where you fall asleep for the night.

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A/n: according to my bestie who beta'd this for me I should make it clear that was not a proposal, and also that it is not the end of the series. More tomorrow! Thanks for reading and please let me know your thoughts!!!

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02 | kiss it better | myg

🠒 summary: you're one of the lucky ones, everyone else tells you. finding your soulmate the day you turn 18 isn't something that happens to a lot of people... but you and your other half are going to have to make a lot of progress to be able to tolerate each other.

or, you and yoongi can feel everything the other feels, and you're hell bent on causing each other pain.

🠒 pairing: yoongi x reader

🠒 genre: angst, fluff, e2l!au, soulmates!au, college au, crack?

🠒 warnings: profanity, implied smut

🠒 word count: 2.6K

🠒 notes: omg tysm for all the love im literally about to start happy sobbing rn TT i hope you enjoy this chapter!! <3

btw if my writing is not up to par at any time pls let me know, i'd hate to give you low effort writing TT

part 02: two band-aids

(series m. list)

"I am so fucking stupid."

"I know."

"I can't believe I just ran out of there without saying anything!"

"Ah. I can."

"How is it Yoongi, though? I don't understand! How can two people who are so obviously different and have zero chance at getting along be paired like this?!"

"Hey," Jimin places a comforting hand on your shoulder, "maybe this is the universe trying to prove that you can find love where you least expect it!"

You shoot him the nastiest glare you can conjure up in the moment. "You sound like a children's fairy tale synopsis. Please shut up."

"No, but think about it!" Jimin sits upright, pulling the nearest pillow into his lap. "You don't like him, and he probably doesn't like you. You hate coffee, and he's practically in love with it. The only reason you guys ever interact is Taehyung, who you happen to be in love with."

"I'm not in love with him!"

"Sure," Jimin rolls his eyes. "Anyways, this is literally the perfect recipe for romance. I feel like I have front-row seats to the best enemies to lovers story ever."

"Don't make me hit you."

"It's true, though," Namjoon pipes up from beside you. You're sandwiched between both of them in an attempt to extinguish the growing dread in the pit of your stomach. "You don't really know what he's like, Y/N. People aren't always what they seem at first glance."

"I had more than just a glance," you snap. "And I know him for exactly what he is. A fucking sociopath."

"I mean, he's nice enough," Jimin explains. "I've spoken to him a few times in passing. Maybe he just wasn't having a good day when you talked to him?"

You pause and think, because your friends are right. It's plausible, isn't it? Not every grumpy person you meet goes out of their way to be antisocial... but you can't shake off that feeling you've harbored ever since you first met him.

"I don't like this," you whine, hiding your face under the blanket. "I don't like him. I don't want to be his soulmate."

Namjoon chuckles. "Soulmates aren't always lovers, Y/N. If he's actually a sociopath, or you genuinely despise him after giving him a chance, you're not obligated to love him."

"True," Jimin nods. "My parents were never soulmates, but you know how well they get along. They had me, after all," he adds as an afterthought. "They couldn't have done that without loving each other."

Namjoon winces. "Okay, no. Didn't need to hear that."

You let out a frustrated groan, kicking your legs under the sheets. "I hate this," you grumble. "And I can't even do anything ab — oh!" You sit up, suddenly enlightened and an imaginary lightbulb over your head. "I can!"

"You can what?" Jimin asks, clearly confused. In response, you simply beam at him before doing an impromptu somersault over his legs and tumbling right off the bed, landing on the ground with a loud thump.

"Y/N?!"

"She's insane!"

"She's gone mental!"

"Is she having a seizure?"

"Do we need an ambulance?!"

"Is she okay?"

"Joon, I'm too broke to pay for the ambulance!"

You throw them both off of you. "I'm right here, very much alive, and very sane, thanks."

"Well, what was that, then?" Jimin demands. "If you were trying to show off your gymnastics skills, it didn't work. You look like a clumsy baby koala."

You point at Namjoon. "He's the clumsy one. And no, I wasn't trying to show you my nonexistent gymnastics skills." A huge smile spreads across your face. "I just discovered a great way to release all my frustration."

"By falling off the bed?"

"No, but yes." You lean in like you're about to tell them a secret. "You know... I bet Min Yoongi is cursing the heavens right now, isn't he? For pairing him with someone like me."

Namjoon stares at you incredulously. "Don't tell me..."

"She's going to do it anyway," Jimin tells him, before turning to you. "You're just going to hurt yourself to hurt him, Y/N? Are you for real?"

"It's perfect!"

"It's stupid, and usually I would tell you to go for it if you were planning to kick some dumbass's butt, but not if you're getting hurt in the process."

"Well, I'm doing it anyway," you say. You're 100% decided; you've just found the one part of your bond with Yoongi that delights you the most, and with that comes your singular goal: irritating him to no end. "And this isn't even that bad, Jimin. Wait until I'm on my period. Then he's really going to wish he never knew me."

Actually, you're screwed.

"Ouch!" you hiss, your body jerking at the pain that courses through your arm. You're forced to stop writing mid-word, the dark blue ink a mess on your paper due to these constant interruptions of your sudden movements. "What the fuck?!"

The girl sitting across from you raises her eyebrows at you, half concerned for your sanity.

"Sorry," you whisper apologetically. "My soulmate's a jerk. Honestly, I probably caused this, but I don't regret it at all."

She laughs, eyes turning into small crescents. "Hate at first sight?"

"More like at first conversation." You sigh, letting the pen fall from your fingers. "I don't know how I'm supposed to get along with him, let alone love him. We have absolutely nothing in common, and I'm pretty sure this dislike is mutual. Which reminds me—"

You bang your knee against the table in retribution for Yoongi's attack on his own arm, a satisfied smile on your face.

"Wow." The girl stares at you, rather taken aback. "That's some serious beef you two have got."

"Yep. Can't stand him," you confirm. "What about you? Have you found yours yet?"

"Not yet," she says, trying to look indifferent — but you catch that wistful look in her eyes. "Someday soon, hopefully."

"You'll find them," you say, the exact words you've repeated to Jimin multiple times over the years. "Time is all it takes. I hope yours is less of a jerk than mine... and if they are, I'm more than happy to instruct you in the ways of torturing them."

"Noted," she smiles, before returning to her book.

You, though, can't focus. Actually, you haven't been able to concentrate on anything lately — ever since this trivial back and forth between you and Yoongi turned into something more desperate and warlike, it's all that's ever on your mind.

Sighing, you stand up, leaving your place at the table to go fetch a book from one of the many shelves lining the opposite wall of the library. It doesn't take you long to find what you're looking for, but you immediately stumble over and hit the ground, nearly knocking your head against the wood of the shelf.

"Fuck," you hear someone curse in the next aisle. You know that voice, you realize after a few seconds, immediately ducking your head around the corner in amused curiosity.

"What'd you do to yourself this time?"

Yoongi scowls at you from the ground, as irked as always. "None of your business."

"It kind of is, actually, now that I feel it too."

"Oh, really? Where was that concern when you were hurting yourself just to get back at me for doing absolutely nothing?"

"You did it back! You have no right to be telling me what I did was wrong if you decided to do it too!"

"Why the hell did you do it in the first place?"

"Shh!" The librarian walks past the two of you, giving you a sharp glare as she replaces a few books with the ones in her hands. You nod apologetically to her, head bowed.

"You're so loud," you whisper a few seconds later, just as Yoongi gets himself off the ground and has managed to gather the books he'd dropped.

"You literally started yelling first, Y/N."

A deep frown makes its way onto your face. "You know what? I still don't understand why you're like this. Can we not have a civil conversation for once? Every time I talk to you it turns into a goddamn argument!"

"Yeah, well, maybe if you'd just minded your own business, we wouldn't be having this argument!" Yoongi pauses for a breath. "You always make it an argument, Y/N, I don't go out of my way to pick a fight with you!"

"Isn't that what you're doing right now?"

"No! I just don't understand your problem with me! Look," he says, a little calmer, "I know you don't want to be my soulmate. And I'm not particularly in love with you either. But you can at least act like I'm human too, right? Or is that too much for your inflated pride?"

"Did you just call me arrogant?" you ask incredulously, trailing after him as he walks back to where he was sitting. "You think I'm doing this because I'm conceited?"

"N—"

"Well, for your information, I'm not. I just really dislike you."

Yoongi tongues his cheek in frustration, slamming his book down onto the table. "And for what?" he demands. "I like to know it if and when I fuck up, Y/N. Stop repeating the fact that you hate me and just tell me why."

You flinch at his harsh tone and the sensation that sends a painful twinge through your palm. "You're just... you're so hard to talk to," you accuse. "Like, really? How am I supposed to wrap my head around this whole thing when I can't have a conversation with you without feeling like shit?"

He's gaping at you now. "I'm making you feel like shit? And you're not doing the same by basically trash talking me to my face?"

"I'm not! I'm just telling the truth; and besides, you asked!"

"Who are you to go around judging the way people are? Not everyone is bubbly and cheery, you know? Being grumpy for a second doesn't mean being grumpy for a lifetime!"

"Well, I can't tell, can I? Not when you always act like you hate the rest of the human race!"

Yoongi doesn't reply to you, just staring back at you for a few moments. Instead, his jaw clenches as he turns away without any kind of rebuttal.

"Alright," he says gruffly. "I'll go first."

Your eyes widen slightly as your frustration dissipates. You'd only meant to check on him out of curiosity after his fall, you hadn't intended for it to escalate to this scale at all... "Wait—"

"Don't bother to talk to me next time," he interrupts you, a hint of bitterness to his voice. "Since I always make you feel like shit, anyways."

"No, I didn't m—"

Yoongi's gone before you can give him any miserable excuse from your side, bag slung over his shoulder and that cup of coffee in his right hand. You catch a glimpse of his fingers wrapped around the cup, two band-aids covering the knuckles of his smallest digits, and you can't help but wonder... did you do that to him? All those days you spent wrapping bandages around your legs and arms, was he doing the same?

But you hate him, right? No matter how closely bound you two are, you're allowed to do this, aren't you?

You don't know.

You recall the sight of his worn out expression and sigh, shaking your head. Whatever it is about Min Yoongi that draws the worst out of you, you'll never know. All you're sure of is that apparently you're supposed to love him, apparently you're supposed to be his and vice versa. But you just can't.

As you trudge back to your seat, you notice that the girl from earlier is still there, still taking diligent notes — except her eyes now follow you, a mixture of concern and curiosity.

"I'm fine," you state. The words come out far harsher than intended, but she doesn't seem to take offense.

"Really?" she asks instead. "S'great if you are, but if you're not then you're just lying to yourself, Y/N."

You blink at her, surprised. "Huh? How'd you know my name?"

"You guys were yelling," she explains. "I could hear him from over here."

"Aish. Sorry."

"Don't worry about it." She chews on her pencil for a second, seemingly contemplating something. "Mind if I give you my two cents?"

The girl's awfully blunt and gets right to the point, and it reminds you of your friends for a moment. Something about her just makes you want to trust her, to let her in.

So you shrug your shoulders and say, "Sure."

"Second chances only come once."

"Huh?"

She nods, tucking her hair behind her ear. "You don't really know anything about him," she says. "You don't know what's happened to him before. You could be his second chance, and he probably just took a blow after that whole debacle you two had over there."

"What?"

She chuckles softly, and you find yourself rethinking your stance on the situation. She's right, she's right, your heart tells you, but your brain is saying something else entirely, and it's maddening.

"Give him a chance, Y/N. Everyone deserves one."

Hours later, you're still thinking about what a random stranger said to you at the library earlier.

Yoongi? A chance? No, thank you. You don't need to waste any more of your time on guys that aren't going to give you the time of day once they're not interested.

And yet, a small part of your conscience says otherwise. He's not just any guy, it reminds you. You're soulmates for a reason.

You're so frustrated you want to tear your hair out. "Soulmates are stupid!"

Jimin walks into your room with two cans of soda, an eyebrow raised as he tosses one to you. "Yikes, Y/N. What's gotten into you today?"

"Min Yoongi," you grumble.

Your best friend gapes at you, nearly spilling his soda all over himself. "I'm sorry, what?"

"What?"

"Already, Y/N?!"

You're confused as you take a sip of the sweet drink. "Already what, Jimin?"

He's opening and closing his mouth, eyes so wide he looks like a clown out of those children's cartoons. "You and Yoongi — you guys — I can't believe you finally got laid!"

This prompts you to spit out the liquid in your mouth, dissolving into a coughing fit as you try and regain your breath.

"There, there," Jimin says, stroking your back gently. "I won't mention it again if you don't want me to, I'm sorry. Was he a bad lay?"

"A bad what? Jimin, I don't know what you think I'm doing, but having sex with him is most certainly not on my list," you frown.

Your best friend, on the other hand, looks totally dumbfounded.

"Huh? But you answered with his name!"

You smack the side of his head gently. "That's not how idioms work, dumbass."

"Okay, sheesh, sorry," he apologizes, rubbing his temple. "But really, though. Everything okay with Yoongi?"

"Not really," you say truthfully, "but it's fine. Neither of us are expecting anything from the other."

Jimin looks skeptical as he eyes you carefully. "You sure?"

"Mhm."

He tilts his head back, draining the can of soda as he swallows. "You know, Y/N, maybe you should give the guy a chance."

There it is again, that word. The one thing everyone tells you that you need to give.

But is it worth your time? Is he worth your time? Or is he just going to walk away and leave you broken again? Maybe you're being selfish, but you'd rather spare yourself the heartbreak process than willingly go into something you know won't be good for you.

"Yeah, okay," you lie through your teeth, soda can still nearly full in your hand. "Maybe I will."

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10 Sebastian roles as boyfriends

Because... I'm bored and I feel like it. 😂 Probably some spoilers for, like... everything? So yeah... That.

Putting it under here for easy scrolling:

10: Chase Collins

Who doesn't love a goofball? In the first half of the movie, Chase is basically perfect. He's sweet, funny, not all caught up in his ego, and actually pays attention to what the girls around him are saying, not just to what he wants to hear. If not for the whole... it was all an act to get close to Caleb and try to steal his magic thing, Chase would actually be a damn good high school boyfriend. He's adorable and would be a fun date, but he's also only 18 so best not to start making long-term plans lol. Also, y'know... the whole psycho revenge/power grab thing.

9 Jack Benjamin

Y'all. Y'all. Words cannot describe how much I love Jack. Pretty sure I've made this clear. As a person/character in general, he's absolutely in my Top 3 - not just of Sebastian's characters, but any character ever. ❤ But as a boyfriend? Boy's got baggage. It's what makes me so protective of him, but seeing as how he's trapped in the closet thanks to his overbearing homophobic family and the insane expectations heaped on him, as the show left him, he can't handle an honest relationship. He's too easily influenced by all the wrong people, poor babe.

8 Chris (Destroyer)

On paper, undercover cop sounds cool and exciting, but even if you ignore the fact that he, y'know, dies... Chris got in too deep and kinda lost the mission, so to speak. Best case scenario, you're his sexy partner and in on it all with him and end up on the lam for the rest of your lives. Worst case, this man lies for a living, so can you even trust him? And... yeah. The whole dead thing. Chris is hot af but getting involved with him is a recipe for disaster.

7 Ben

Min and Hathor have mercy, I love Ben! He's smart, he's snarky, he's caring and loyal... he's an absolute disaster. He's another one who seems allergic to honesty, until his lying and avoiding nearly kill his girlfriend. Not exactly relationship goals lol. Everything before totally was, though! Ben's adorable, and I love how he stayed up all night to protect his girlfriend (from a ghost/demon thing... with a baseball bat. I said he was smart, not perfect, okay? XD points for effort lol)

6 Mickey Henry

I. LOVE. MICKEY. Oml I love Mickey. He's a spazz and - even more so than Ben - an absolute disaster of a human being, but I love him. Pros for dating Mickey Henry: he's fun, he's carefree, he'll cook for you even though he's kinda bad at it lol, he loves his son and wants to be a good dad, he wants his partner to be happy and to love life as much as he does. Cons, and the reason he's not higher on the list: He's a pushover; easily influenced by the toxic people in his life, and it gets him into a lot of trouble. Being easily influenced by toxic dumpster fire of a human being Chloe almost lost him the partial custody of his son that he barely even had. He's an absolute sweetheart, but he's a complete man-child, and dating him would often feel more like raising him.

5 Frank "Suffer Buddy"

Come on! You know he and Mickey had to be back-to-back - they're practically the same character! 😂 Frank is Mickey... slightly more grown up. He's still a disaster, but he's respectful of boundaries, he's caring, he's funny in a dry, witty way that I just adore, and hoo lordy that man is a giver! 🥴🥵 Honestly, if he didn't smoke and didn't ditch Daphne in the middle of a party hours away from everything familiar to her surrounded by strangers to go do drugs, I'd call Frank perfect. He listened, he respected her wishes, he tried to keep some distance between them when he found out she'd gone on a date with his best friend (it failed utterly and brought us to the "damn that man's good with his mouth" portion of the movie lmao but still)... I don't have a whole lot of experience with men who actually give a shit, okay? So Frank is like a goddamn unicorn to me lmao. But that drug thing... That keeps him at the bottom of the Top 5 for me. Sorry, bb

4 Bucky

I can already hear everyone on here raging at me for placing Bucky so low on this list, but hear me out: I love this man. I love all four iterations of this man. Flirty 40s Bucky was a doll (fun date, not commitment material). Post-POW camp 40s Bucky had a fire to him that set me on fire. The Winter Soldier can choke me any damn day. Unf. And TFATWS Bucky... Oh, lady above, 2023 Bucky is a gem! He's sweet, snarky, and broken. He feels utterly, wretchedly alone in the world, and everyone around him, including his only friend, is telling him to "man up" and "make amends" for shit that was never his fault to begin with, rather than helping him come to terms with all that he's suffered and all that he's survived. Bucky needs and deserves love. A relationship with him would be so solid, if he found the right person... But it would take a fuck ton of work. He needs someone strong, patient, and more stubborn than he is to prod him until he finds a better therapist and actually opens up, and to keep him on track because even good therapy comes with homework. He does have to "do the work," Sam was right about that much, but he was way off base with what that "work" is. Bucky needs help and understanding, and he would be an amazing boyfriend... if he found someone with the strength to help him weather his nightmares and flashbacks, and help pull him out of this PTSD pit he's been in since 1943.

3 Chris Beck

Big brains turn me on, okay? 😂This man is an astronaut and a surgeon! Yes, please! Come here, you sexy genius! He's smart, he's funny - pretty sure Sebastian is incapable of playing anyone who's not delightfully snarky lol. He's pragmatic when he needs to be but there's also nothing he wouldn't do or risk for the ones he loves. This man is husband material and I cannot be convinced otherwise! So why isn't he #1? Cuz of the whole... spending years in space, thing. Super cool job and I'd be his biggest fan on the ground, but god damn, I would miss him while he's away!

2 TJ Hammond

Look, I'm gender fluid and he's a little bit bi 😂😂😂 Let me have my fantasy, okay? TJ's definitely got a lot of shit to work through, but love brings out the best in him. Before that fucking closeted shitbag broke his heart and stomped on it for good measure, TJ was clean and sober for months, he was happy, he was playing piano again, he was pulling himself together. Not only would he be an amazing boyfriend, but his partner would get the extra joy of getting to watch their love and devotion to him be the thing that saves this beautiful man's life. It's not healthy overall to tie your self worth and will to live to a relationship, but if he found the right person who would be there for him through all of life's shit and stick it out, I think he'd be okay. Even after his lowest point and without the support of his family, TJ still had a dream and he still chased it. He's not just the sweetest person to ever grace our screens, but he's ambitious and business-savvy, too. Keep him off drugs and watch this man take over the world, I'm telling you!

So why is TJ only #2? Well, besides the fact that he's like 99% gay and I have no bits he'd be interested in lmao, there's also the fact that this guy owns my heart:

1 Will Franklyn

And not just because we get to see him wet and mostly naked lol. Will is fucking perfect. I would die for this man... because he's already shown that he would die for his love. He almost fucking did, and they weren't even together yet! He's smart and very aware, he's a writer so we'd get to bond/geek out over books together, he's not all full of himself (self-deprecating humor ftw!) and he's willing to help a total stranger despite actual mortal peril, just because it's the right thing to do. Fierce, intelligent, sassy, strong-willed, and a flawless moral compass? YESYESYESYESYES! Forget boyfriend - let me MARRY this man! 😍🥰

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✨ Seven days of:

Day #5.

✨ REQUEST: hermanikiii, imagine pa bishop....hmmm todo lo que se me ocurre es muy classico o ya lo has escrito... okay, i got it. what do you think about an imagine with bishop in which you two are spending some kind of vacation together, like a romàntic get away and then so suddnley he proposés to you, like you werent expecting it. súper flufffff

✨ MADE BY: moonsofangel

WORDS: about 1k.

Notes: this is the way I would like to be proposed. Not sorry.

❚❙ A/N: this writing hasn’t been edited, you may find some grammar mistakes, I’m sorry about that. If you find a description about body or a word out of place, or something that it makes you feel uncomfortable / unrepresented, let me know by a private message and I will change it delighted ❤

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Leaving your tray on the picnic table, starving and questioning yourself why he hasn't asked you for that before, you turn around to come back to the food truck. There are two people ahead of you and that only makes you feel angrier. You have been walking around Tijuana the whole morning and all you wanted to do was to stop and have some good mexican food, and not the one you are used to in California. The recipes change a lot on the other side of the border.

“Querida, can you ask for some spicy sauce?”

Impatiently waiting with your arms crossed and imagining the hundred ways you could kill these two guys who can't decide about their orders, it's finally your turn. The friendly old man looks at you, understanding your feelings, offering you some extra sauce. Taking the small sauce packets, you go straight to your table, tossing them over it with a dissimulated bad mood. Your boyfriend raises his eyes towards you. His gesture is weird, and you notice it when you make eye contact. Something is happening. But he is mostly like a closed book, so you don't give it much more importance.

When you're able to eat a bunch of friend chips, filling up your stomach, you can't help but sigh of happiness. Swinging your waist over your seat from one side to another, you start to dance briefly unconsciously. Your bitchiness starts to disappear, taking a sip from your bear, about to unwrap the big burrito al pastor you have ordered. But Bishop laughs interrupts your task. Frowning at him with your lips pressed in a confused smile, he shakes his head as if nothing random is happening in front of him.

“What?”

“You always do that”.

“Do what?”

“Dance. When you're hungry and I give you food; you dance”.

Mocking him, containing a giggle, you continue opening your delicious food. The pineapple smell floods your nostril, so the roast beef does. But something catches your whole attention. Something is wrong. The burrito isn't like the one the man did. Okay, actually, the point is it's what he did, but… looks like someone has touched it.

“The fuck you did?”

Bishop has his nose wrinkled, focused on his taco, shaking his head in a negative as he shrugs his shoulders. Squinting at him and grabbing your food, you have a mistrusted bite, leaving it again over the paper. Chewing it, but not tasting it, the mexican is forcing a fake grin on his lips. You're missing something, but, what?

“I swear I'm gonna punch you el pinche hocico, Obispo”.

“Why?” He can't help but complain in laughs.

“Because you did som—”.

“Really you haven't seen it yet?”

“See what?!”

You're starting to lose your chill, bowing down your head to your trail, until you see it. That was the reason why your burrito looked strange. Under it there is a small golden ring. But it's not just any ring. It's an engagement one. Your mind travels to that night two years ago, where you were drunk talking with Taza. You told him that you never would want to get married, but if you did one day, your future husband should use a burrito to propose. You weren't even dating Bishop.

Your eyes are filled with tears. Your lips are shaking. Your blurred gaze is on your boyfriend, getting up from his seat in front of you, taking the ring to clean it with a napkin. And then, he suddenly kneels down close to you.

“Since the first second you put a foot in the club, I knew one day I would be happily married to you. Living the life I thought that I wouldn't ever have. So, I bought it the next day and I've been keeping it for more than two years, until finding the perfect moment. Every morning since that day, when I've woken up, I've taken it and I've thought that one day you would carry it in your finger”. Cleaning your tears with the back of your hands, you're feeling at the edge of a heart attack, hearing his speech full of love. “You have given me everything without having to ask for anything. You have taken care of me, when I was lonely. You have given me your advice, when I needed it the most. When the only thing I could see was darkness, you showed me the light. You showed me the correct road to success, to happiness. And the only thing I want in my life, for now till forever, is to love you. To be by your side. To return you every single day what you have done for me. Because, querida, I can't imagine my existence without yours… So, what 'you say? Do you want to marry this outlaw biker? I promise it will be worth it”.

Of course it will be worth it. Every night he's out of home is made up with breakfast in bed. Every time he misses a date is made up with a day off. Every day he comes back pissed off and angry is made up with a session of cuddles and kisses. And every extra hour of working is made up with a trip. He has turned himself in your reason to live, in your reason to wake up in the mornings, in your reason to continue through the shit you face every day.

Nodding in tears, you almost jump onto him, falling to the ground hearing his cheerful laughs. You kiss his face all around, every inch of it until pecking his lips.