#SLOW BURN ENEMIES TO LOVERS LETS GOOOO

[paper-lilypie]

behold!! The muses!!!

from @starrspice’s absolutely BRILLIANT au, have the music gods themselves and my own take on their pretty pretty colors

This Y/N is a complete gem and 100% should be allowed to curse out the gods without consequence. Who knows what lies ahead for this poor sucker (spoiler alert: it’s love teehee)

[inkofthebrain]

Imperial

[Paul x F!Reader] 3013 words

Paul Atreides, Duke of Arakkis, takes the hand of the Emperor’s eldest daughter for the throne, yet neither are pleased. They know they must learn to be civil, but what will it cost them…

Tags: post-Dune 2, strays from book canon, no use of y/n, dune typical everything, Corinno!Reader, slow burn, enemies to lovers kind of? (More strangers to lovers tbh) ARRANGED MARRIAGE TROPE, not proofread LOL

Warnings: Dune typical themes, motifs, and actions.

A/n: Yeahhhh let’s goooo. We actually see Paul! Requests are open for one shots, imagines, and more. Check out the new request section of my master-list for my character lists!

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Five———

[Five days before the ceremony]

As you open your eyes, you feel a sense of deja vu wash over you. Yesterday's events come rushing back, and you can't help but feel a wave of exhaustion and dread.

You sit up slowly, shaking off the lingering remnants of sleep. It takes you a moment to fully orient yourself, but you soon remember where you are and what has happened.

"Is it time already?" you ask, your voice hoarse and dry.

"Yes it is, Lady Jessica instructed I let you sleep in for a few hours. It's early afternoon my lady" Delia says, opening your curtains.

You groan softly, feeling the weight of fatigue settle in your bones. The thought of yet more preparations and appointments fills you with a mixture of anticipation and resignation.

"Very well," you say, sighing. "Let us proceed."

The exhaustion was getting to you.

You follow Delia out of your chambers, your footsteps slow and heavy. You know that the countdown to the wedding has begun, and with each passing day, the pressure and expectations grow heavier.

You wonder who this day's appointments will be with, and what tasks you will have to face. You take a deep breath, trying to steel yourself for what lies ahead.

As you and Delia traverse the hallways you look up in surprise as Paul appears around the corner, his expression serious and intense.

"My lady, may I speak with you? In private?"

You hesitate for a moment, unsure of how to respond.

Soon you nod, gesturing to a nearby empty chamber.

"Of course, my lord," you say, your voice soft and demure. "We can speak privately here."

You follow Paul into the small, secluded chamber, feeling a thrill of anticipation and nervousness. You have spoken to him before in meetings and at dinner, but never in private. You were acquaintances. What does he want to discuss with you so urgently?

Once the door closes he turns to you, "Are you ok?"

You nod tentatively. "Yes," you say softly, but the tone of your voice betrays the lie. You cannot deny the exhaustion and tension that has built up since your arrival on caladan.

"I am just... worn out from the day's events" you say, knowing full well that such an answer falls well short of the truth.

"You have been asleep all day" he states, catching you in your lie. "My mother told me about the early morning. I apologize for the pain that was caused"

You glance up at him, stunned by his sudden show of concern. You have never seen him express empathy, much less sympathy, towards anyone. There is a genuine warmth to his voice, and you feel a prickle of confusion at his behavior.

"It is not your fault," you say gently, forcing out a smile.

"It is the way of things. And it was necessary to determine if I would be strong enough for what lies ahead."

"Still", he says, his tone softening. "It can't have been pleasant. my apology stands." he pauses for a moment, his eyes fixed on you. Then he continues, "My mothers entire process is barbaric. No one should have to endure such things. I did not expect her to extend her horrors to you"

You nod. "Our lives are not in our hands"

He nods, seeming to understand the truth behind your words. "Perhaps that is the hardest part", he says. "The knowledge that we have no real control over our own lives. That everything we do is predestined, and the path we follow has already been laid out for us."

You feel a sense of companionship wash over you as he speaks. Here is someone who truly understands, someone who gets it. You know who has had this feeling before, and the realization makes your heart ache.

Paul pauses for a moment, as if searching for the right words to say next. Then he continues, his tone softer and more candid than you have ever heard it before.

"I sense the loneliness within you", he says, "the sense of being trapped and isolated, no matter how many people surround you."

Paul's spice tinted eyes meet yours, and for a few breaths, there is an undeniable tension between you. Then he says, barely above a whisper, "I know the darkness that haunts you." Your breath catches in your throat, as if he had reached into your soul and grasped hold of your deepest fears. You want to pull away, to maintain distance and keep your emotions in check.

You have never shared these thoughts, these feelings, with anyone. But in him, you suddenly feel the urge to bare all, to open yourself to him completely.

"i've been dreaming of Arrakis" You Mutter

He smiles at you, a faint spark of genuine amusement in his eyes. "Nightmares, I assume," he says.

There is a hint of sadness in his voice, as if he knows all too well what that particular dream means. You notice the way his gaze lingers on your face, and you wonder how much he truly knows of your inner struggles and insecurities.

You nod silently, unable to deny or dismiss the truth of the statement. Even though you had grown used to having nightmares about arrakis, this one had been particularly vivid and unsettling. You can still feel the terror of the desert and the endless sand dunes, the crushing sense of doom and helplessness.

The silence hangs heavy between you, thick and taut with unspoken sentiment.

Paul searches your eyes briefly, and then he speaks, his voice just above a whisper. "Your dreams...they tell me that you are afraid, more afraid than you have let yourself admit. Even here, in this safe space, you cannot let go of the anxiety that haunts you."

You nod, feeling yourself grow flushed as his words strike a nerve. You have worked hard to conceal your fears, to portray a facade of strength and resilience. But here, in front of him, in this moment of intimate connection and understanding, you feel yourself succumbing to his perceptive nature.

"You see too much", you say quietly, unable to deny the truth of his words.

"Perhaps I do", he says, his voice soft and sincere. “The people view us as messiahs." He takes a breath.

"It's all fabrication, and we are bound to it by duty" he sighs

You nod, understanding the weight of the expectations that surround you. "Yes, we are puppets on strings, pulled in different directions by the desires of those who hold power. they seek to use us for their own ends, and we have no choice but to play our part."

Paul pauses, his eyes hardening slightly. "But we cannot allow them to define who we truly are. Inside, beyond this facade of duty and obligation, we are still our own people. we still have our own thoughts and feelings, our own desires and dreams."

"we each have a choice", he continues, "to surrender to

those expectations and allow them to define who we are. or to cling on to our own truth, despite the consequences."

He meets your gaze, and his words carry an intensity and urgency that resonates deep within your soul.

"I promise you," he says, looking into your eyes with a serious conviction, "That whatever choice you make, whatever price you must pay, I will be by your side to shoulder the burden as long as you extend that courtesy to me as well." You nod, taking a deep breath.

“I too have a truth I wish to cling to" he says before wiping a tear from your cheek which you had not noticed fell. “I unfortunately must depart, I have a security meeting for the ceremony" he says.

"Of course", you say, your voice straining with emotion.

"Do what you must. But promise me one thing..."

"What is it?", he asks, his voice still tinged with sympathy and concern.

You take a deep breath, feeling the lingering effect of his touch on your skin. You feel the urge to speak what is in your heart, to lay bare your feelings for him, your desire for him. But you manage to reign in the impulse, and try to maintain a sense of decorum.

"That we will see each other again, before we are made husband and wife", you say, your voice faltering slightly.

He nods softly, a small smile playing at the corner of his mouth. He understands the deep significance of this brief exchange, and the desire behind your request.

"I promise", he says, his gaze intense and sincere. "We will see each other again, and when we do, much will be made clear. Until then, take care of yourself, and remain true to your heart. It’s far from over”

"I must go now," he says, "the ceremony is only five days away, and there is much to be done before then. but rest assured" he adds, his gaze lingering on you. "we will meet again."

The following two days were filled with dress fittings, floral arrangement and decor selection, cake tasting, and many meetings.

———

[Three days before the ceremony]

The entire palace was transformed into a flurry of activity, the servants bustling around and preparing everything for the ceremony. As the bride-to-be, the majority of the preparations fell to you and your family. But unlike many girls approaching their wedding day, you had no expectations or excitement. Instead, your thoughts were consumed by the impending reunion with Paul and the knowledge of the difficult days ahead.

The mornings were typically the only time you had to yourself. You were seated adjacent to your bedroom window, looking out at the sea as you reminisced on your upbringing.

You remember being escorted through the halls of the imperial palace, your eyes drifting past the grand spectacles of art and decor to the various courtiers and officials who moved like pawns across the board.

The emperor's hand gripped yours tightly, his eyes scanning the crowded halls for threats and vulnerabilities. His presence was a shadow cast over your childhood, looming large with power and influence.

You remember the countless hours spent in tedious lessons and tutelage, the endless nights spent studying ancient history and political theory. You remember feeling a deep sense of loneliness and isolation, a sense of being confined within the walls of the imperial palace.

Irulan was easily manipulated. That is what he desired. You were a threat to him.

It was his choice to not have you trained in the ways of the Bene Gesserit like your sister. He feared the power you would hold.

You feel a sudden surge of resentment at this thought. He viewed you as a threat to his own power, not a worthy successor.

The emperor never truly understood the depths of your spirit, or your innate drive for greatness. He feared you and sought to destroy you before you could discover your potential.

The resentment grows as you recall all the ways you could have been trained and guided, only to be denied those opportunities. you could have been an even greater asset to the imperial house, but he denied you that chance.

"You cannot stop fate, father" you whisper aloud to yourself.

As you wandered through the halls, being transported from chamber to chamber to meet with various specialists, you felt increasingly overwhelmed and anxious. Suddenly, you felt a hand on your arm, and you started to turn but immediately recognized Paul's firm grasp.

You wheeled around to face him, feeling a rush of relief and excitement as you saw his familiar face. Paul had appeared like a ghost in a forest, seemingly coming out of nowhere. but you were not surprised at his sudden presence, knowing the importance of this reunion.

"Well, the bride finally decides to make her appearance" he says with a faint smile, his gaze raking over your dress and appearance, taking in the details. But there is more than mockery and scorn in his expression, there is something deep and genuine.

You feel the corners of your mouth curve in a smile despite yourself, and you notice the gleam in his eyes.

"I trust they have been spoiling you?" he asks, gesturing to the entourage of servants surrounding you.

You nod, and try not to roll your eyes. "yes, they have been treating me like royalty", you say with a slight hint of mockery. "One might have forgotten that I am the subject of an arranged marriage and will not have much choice in the actual wedding itself."

Paul smirks slightly at your snarky reply, seeming to enjoy your spirited response.

"You know how it goes. it is all for the sake of appearances," he says, his tone tinged with irony. "The bride must be pampered and celebrated, even if she has little desire for the event itself."

"And what of the groom?" You ask

Paul pauses for a moment, his eyes flickering with amusement. "The groom may be equally disinterested, but he is expected to go along with the rituals and play his part. The pressure is not so great, but nonetheless a burden of duty must be shouldered."

Paul pauses, his eyes glancing beyond your shoulder, towards the swarm of servants. He gestures to them,

"But they seem quite dedicated to doing their part, so how about you let them continue to spoil you for another moment. And in the meantime, I will show you something"

he takes your arm, his touch warm and reassuring. You are surprised at the gentleness, the sudden shift in his demeanor. you allow him to lead you away from the flurry of activity, following him down a labyrinth of hallways and through several doors.

After a few minutes of walking, you arrive in a spacious office. Paul releases your arm and gestures for you to take a seat. He sits down opposite you, his expression grave and serious.

"This is something that cannot wait until the actual ceremony,” he says. "it is important that we discuss it now."

Paul's manner shifts as his mother enters the room. His expression becomes more formally composed, and he rises to his feet, offering her a slight nod.

Jessica responds in kind, the two offering silent greetings as she moves into the center of the room. You notice a slight softening in her demeanor as her son joins her, as if the two are united in this situation, however difficult it may be.

"You will not be fond of what must be done," Jessica begins

You flinch slightly at her direct statement, prepared for the news that is about to be delivered. But you also trust her wisdom and foresight, hoping that her words will provide some insight or guidance.

You study her face, noting the slight creases around her eyes and mouth, the weariness and stress apparent in her demeanor. She stands in firm control of her emotions, her tone composed and firm.

"Your father is to be charged with the attempted ratification of the Atreides house during his reign as emperor by the Great Houses of the Imperium. As Paul has been foreseen to ascend to take his place they have decided his ploy was an attempt to hoard the throne." She pauses. "He is to be executed shortly after the coronation of you as Empress and Paul as emperor"

The air is suddenly sucked out of your lungs as you feel this bombshell land in your chest.

Your father, charged with treason against the house and facing execution. For all his faults, the emperor was still your father, he shaped your life and protected you from the horrors of court life.

Your vision blurs, and your ears ring with a buzzing sound. You want to reach out to Paul or Jessica, but your limbs feel stiff and numb.

"I know this is difficult", Paul says, his voice soft but steady. "Your father was your father after all. But he had his own agenda, his own aspirations. He never desired for you to succeed him, much less become empress."

"But this changes nothing", paul says, his tone growing firm, conviction in his words despite the tragedy of the situation. "Your father has made his bed, and he must now lie in it. The ceremony will proceed as planned, and we will not allow his actions to stand in the way of our house and our destiny."

You nod, although it is with reluctance and sorrow. but you understand, deep down, that this is the only path forward. Your father may have once loved you in his own way, but he was also a man of ambition and status.

Paul and Jessica exchange a look, their expressions both sympathetic and resolute. Paul releases your hands, moving back to the center of the room.

"We will not let your father's actions deter us from our course. The ceremony will proceed, and you will be crowned as empress of the known universe."

Your breath catches in your throat as you absorb the significance of his words. You are to be the empress of the known universe, but at what cost? Your father, once so feared and powerful, now facing execution at the hands of what once was his Imperium.

You close your eyes, trying to push back against the flood of emotions threatening to sweep you away. You have no say in this matter.

"I understand", you say firmly, though your voice still trembles with grief and shock.

You feel two sets of eyes upon you, observing your response. You sense Paul's firm, almost resolute gaze, his presence a steadying force. Meanwhile, Jessica's eyes are filled with a subtle blend of sympathy and determination.

Her voice breaks the silence, her tone full of both sorrow and resolution. "You will be the greatest empress in the existence of this empire," she declares, the conviction in her voice unwavering. "Your father's legacy will fade as the empire embraces a new future with you. your father will never control you again."

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HEYO NEW FIC LET'S GOOOO! Trying my hand at another longfic for the first time in forever and it's about these two nerds.

Title: The Serpent of Eden

Chapter: Advent (Chapter 1)

Word Count: 3,691

Rating: M

Relationships: narilamb, followers as found family

Other tags: Slow burn, Enemies to friends to lovers, fanon-typical narilamb tags

Summary:

Narinder once again finds himself breathing in fresh air beneath a sunny blue sky, but it's hardly in the way he expected. The traitorous Lamb has spared him on a whim, and now he can either stay in their cult and play by their rules, or try to find some means of escape. His hatred of them is completely justified, and although he wants nothing more than to take his revenge, he will have to do what he does best and wait.

The Lamb is tired. So, so unbelievably tired. They gave up what they wanted most to protect what they'd come to love, and while they don't let themself regret that choice, they still don't quite understand why they chose to spare their former god after what he did to them. Their hatred of him is completely justified, and although they want nothing more than for this entire incident to be behind them, the fact that their former god seems obstinate about sticking around makes things... complicated.

[panjakes]

i need a doyoung enemies to lovers but your both am artists black reader!!!!!! 😍😍😍😍😍😍😍

also 127 is going on tourrr in 2023 😭😍😍😍😍😍

Babesss I know and I wanna goooo!!!! Also this man is fine…body slam me

Doyoung couldn’t stand you. You joined SM as a soloist about two years ago. He couldn’t stand you the way you just came in. You were so sweet to others and so mean to him. Granted, he was also mean too you but, either way it goes Doyoung didn’t like you.

You were beautiful, don’t get Doyoung wrong. He just literally could not stand you. So he was definitely upset when him, and haechan walked into the studio and he saw you.

“Why is she here?” He asks pointing to you. You just ignore him and continue to talk to the producer

“Oh my gosh it’s Yn” Haechan whispers making Doyoung roll his eyes. He hate how damn near every artist In SM worshiped you. He hates to admit it but your were a multi talented artist.

“So I’ll just change the flow, I’ll start slow and then take it up a bit” you say making the producer nod.

You turn around facing haechan with a smile

“Hi haechan how are you?” You asks

“Im good” Haechan says. You turn your attention to Doyoung immediately dropping your smile

“Youngdo” you say smirking

“Fuck off, why are you here?” He asks

“Your gonna be on my song, you and haechan” you say

“ I don’t want to be on your song” Doyoung says

“Hey! Cut it out! This is good for NCT, Yn and sm! Your doing the song” Haechan says to Doyoung

“You should listen to haechan, he’s smart and about his business” you say winking at haechan before turning back around in your chair

Haechan nods with a blush. Doyoung rolls his eyes. Something about that wink he didn’t like.

“I genuinely don’t want to go” Doyoung says

“Why?” Johnny asks

“Because I’m not hungry” Doyoung says with a sigh

“Are you not hungry or do you just not want to be around Yn?” Taeyong asks making Doyoung roll his eyes

“I don’t understand how you don’t like her. She’s a literally sweetheart” Jaehyun says

“That’s what she wants you to think! Deep down inside she’s a monster” Doyoung says

“That’s because you bring the ugly out in people. You literally provoke that girl any chance you get” Haechan says making Doyoung glare at him.

“Whatever, let’s go and get this over with” He mumbles walking into the restaurant with the rest of his members behind him

He walks over to the table where you say taking pictures for instasnap. He had to admit your outfit was really nice and you looked good

“Wow you cleaned up nice” he says sitting down

“Thank you” you say smiling

“But clean up some more you kind of missed a spot” he says smirking before bopping you on the nose with his finger

You grab his finger giving it a slight squeeze with a sickly smile on your face

“Careful youngdo, don’t hurt yourself now” you say before throwing his hand back into his lap

“Yn!! Congratulations I heard you’ll be performing at MAMA” Johnny says

“Oh yeah! I’m pretty excited” you say smiling

“Break a leg…literally. Break a leg” Doyoung says smirking

“I’ll break your legs” you say pointing your chopsticks at him

“She’s sassy! I love it” Haechan says

As you and the guys conversed, Jaehyun couldn’t help the smirk on his face as Doyoung stared at you very intensely.

“Stop staring, you’ll burn holes in her face” Jaehyun chuckles

“I-I’m staring cause I hate her” Doyoung says making Jaehyun chuckle louder. Everyone at the table looks at him in confusing causing him to throw a hand up

“I’m sorry, Doyoung’s really funny” he says

“Oh really? I thought he was pretty corny” you say smirking

“And you think your a comedian?” Doyoung asks

“I wouldn’t say comedian but I’m definitely funnier than you” you say turning around before he could respond

“As I was saying, your actually into Yn” Jaehyun says

“I am not. I can’t stand her and she can’t stand me” Doyoung says putting his chopsticks down

How dare Jaehyun come up with such an obscured conclusion? There’s no way in hot blazing hell that you were into Doyoung? Right?

“Stop is Jaehyun. Your being childish” Doyoung says before picking his chop sticks back up. Jaehyun smirks taking a sip of water

“Im right, that’s why I’m childish” he says chuckling. Doyoung rolls his eyes, shaking his head

You were in one of the practice rooms practicing your routine for MAMA. Haechan, who you got close with really fast, was there to help and cretqur you.

“I just, can’t get this one move down and Chin isn’t here” you said groaning

“What is it? I can help” Haechan says getting up from the floor

“Here look. I need you to do this” you say showing him your phone

Haechan looks at the video nodding

“I can help you” Haechan says

“Great!” You say throwing your phone to the side

You start the music watching you and Haechan in the mirror. Doyoung walks in putting his things in a corner watching you and Haechan.

He sits down unlocking his phone watching closely as Haechan spins around getting behind you. He places a hand on your hip as you lightly bend over running a hand over your neck.

You looked down right seductive. Doyoung hated it. Why is haechan on you like that?

You and haechsn smiles at each other cheering

“Ah thanks haechan. I needed the help” you say smiling

“Of course, Anytime” haechan says

Doyoung gets up with a smirk on his face and that’s when you finally noticed him

“Youngdo” you say

“Yn” he says

“What’re you doing here?” You ask

“Practice. Got here a little early. Is Haechan your new thing if the week?” He asks with a smirk. You roll your eyes putting on your things

“Doyoung. Shut the fuck up sometimes. You make no sense” you say scoffing

Doyoungs smirk drops. You NEVER call him Doyoung. It was always Youngdo. You didn’t feel like putting up with his shit

“I don’t make sense?” He asks

“No. You don’t! Haechan being my new thing if the week? Shut the fuck up and grow the fuck up” you saying walking out the room leaving him stunned

Haechan walks over to him shaking his head.

“I don’t understand your problem with her” he says

“I wouldn’t necessarily say I have a problem” Doyoung says

“I definitely would. You act like you hate her” Haechan says

“I wouldn’t say hate, but we just don’t get along” he says shrugging

“No. Your hard on her for no reason. You basically called her a Hoe without saying it” Haechan says making Doyoung’s mouth drop

“I didn’t-I did didn’t I” Doyoung says with a sigh

“I think you should apologize” Haechan says

“As if she’d accept it” Doyoung mumbles

“You don’t know that! Go apologize or I’ll smack you” Haechan says flinching at Doyoung

“Fine I’m going! I’m going! You better cover for me”Doyoung says

“Yeah yeah whatever, you just better apologize to my bestie” haehcan says stuffing his mouth with chips

You dump the vegetables that you just cut up into the pan. Sunshine by Steve lacy blasted on your Alexa echo dot. You quietly sung the lyrics as you stirred the vegetables.

Just then the song got quiet as Alexa announced that you had a message

“From my peach… I’m outside open the door please”

You turn the heat down before walking over to the door to open it

“I thought you had pract- why are you here?” You ask surprised to see Doyoung

“C-can I come in? It’s drizzling” he says making you roll your eyes. You open the door wider for him to walk in.

“I’ll go get you a towel” you say walking away to the closet grabbing a towel and haechans clothes. You walk back to him handing him the small pile.

“Thanks” he mumbles before heading to the bathroom. You walk back over to the stove to finish your cooking. A few moments later Doyoung walks out with a serious look on his face.

“When Haechan texted me and said he was outside I was expecting him…not you” you say throwing a look over your shoulder

“Yeah I know. I have my reasons though” he mumbles

“Mhm…hungry?” You ask

“Uh yeah” he says rubbing his hand together nervously.

You place the plate of food on the table in front of him along with a water bottle.

“Thank you” Doyoung says making you nod.You stand on the opposite side of the table as Doyoung digs in

“So why are you here?” You ask

“I Uh wanted to apologize” he says making you raise an eyebrow but shortly you roll your eyes

“Doyoung I don’t have time for you half ass apologizes. Your just going to take it back anyway” you say walking away from him

He gets up from the table quickly following you grabbing your arm. You look back at him with a questionable look

“No! It’s nothing like that Yn I promise! I really do want to apologize” he says making you relax

“I’m listening” you say folding your arms

“What I’m trying to say is…I’m sorry and I was wrong. I wasn’t trying to be rude or mean I was just messing around like usual. I didn’t mean to hurt you nor do I mean to hurt you” he says

“Well you do. I don’t get why you hate me” you say shrugging

“I don’t hate you…I thought you hated me” Doyoung mumbles

“I don’t hate you Doyoung. You just don’t give me the time of day. It’s like I’m your enemy” you say sighing

“I-I don’t want it to be like that anymore” Doyoung mumbles catching you by surprise.

“And what do you mean by that?” You ask with a raised brow

“I-I want to date y-you” he says

You couldn’t tell if he was being serious or just playing. You were waiting for him to laugh and say he’d never date a person like you. But it never came. He just looked at you with hopeful eyes.

You scoff rolling your eyes.

“Doyoung I don’t have time for your games. I’m to stressed about my performance to be playing games with you” you say

You hadn’t noticed that he gotten up from his chair to stand in front of you

“This isn’t a game Yn” he says ever so calmly. He almost felt… vulnerable.

“So what is it?” You ask

“It’s serious” he says

Before you could open your mouth and respond his hand was on your cheek. You froze up looking into his eyes.

“W-what are you doing?” You ask

“I never meant to hurt you. I swear it. Can I please kiss you?” He asks

Your face got hot as your eyes flicked down to his lips. You look back up to his eyes before opening your mouth

“I-l-I Uh” was the only thing you could say. It could have been a joke. He would have ended it by now, right?

“Please Yn” he begs lowly. You just nod your head. Doyoung leans in connecting your lips to his in a soft kiss. It wasn’t rough. It wasn’t too much. It’s soft and gentle.

There was no denying that there was a connect between you two.

He pulls away putting his other hand on your cheek.

“I-I want to take you out on a date. Tomorrow at noon. I’m not busy and I know your not so there’s no getting out of this” he says causing you to blink at least four times

“Excuse me?” You ask

“If you don’t like me by the end of our date then I’ll leave you alone. I’ll act like we don’t even know each other but, if you do, you have to give me a chance” he says

You think on it short and hard. You nod your head before offering a small smile

“Okay. Tomorrow at noon” you say

Doyoung smiles before pulling you into a hug. Your arms stay by your side for a small amount of time before you wrap them around Doyoung

“Don’t make me regret this Youngdo” you say making him chuckle

“I won’t. I promise” he says rubbing your back in small circles.

[such-a-barbarian]

Wednesday Tag Game

Oooh this is a fun one! Thanks @mybrainismelted and @tanktopgallavich for the tags! Let's goooo!!

Name: Kell

Zodiac Sign: Aries

Personality type in enneagram, myers-briggs, or both: Type 9 - Peacemaker, and INFP

Before we hit the road, what snack are you gonna bring for our trip? Peanut butter pretzels - Costco size!

Navigator gets to pick the music so what song are you turning on? A musical soundtrack - In the Heights is a normal go-to.

What is a universe from a fantasy tv show you would like to visit? I don't watch a ton of fantasy, so my knowledge/options are limited. But I'll go with The Witcher. Specifically, anywhere Geralt is in a tub. And only Henry Cavill's Geralt thank you very much.

And what about a fantasy movie? Harry Potter (fuck the author though)

Okay, how about a scifi tv show? Firefly. I want to be Jayne's best friend very badly! (fuck this creator too!) (why must everything I love be created by terrible people?😭)

And a scifi movie universe? Using a loophole here to say Star Trek TNG. I almost hate to admit that Wesley Crusher was my very first crush. lol

Any other tv show or movie universes you'd like to swing by before we move on? Gilmore Girls? lol I don't even care about Rory or Lorelai that much, I just want to gossip with Patty and Babette!

Okay hold on to your butts we're switching gears to fanfic universes. Tell me which fanfic universe we're visiting first? How's a person to choose! My first thought was These Foolish Games by @suzy-queued cause obviously I wanna jump around and play laser tag with Mickey and Ian!

Cool, do you have one more you'd like to stop at before we head home? Pretty much any Soulmate AU would be fun!

Alright, on our way out of fanfic land you get to snag some tropes to bring home and apply to your own life, think fast! soulmates or enemies to lovers // coffee shop or flower shop // fake relationship or slow burn // amnesia or time loop // body swap or miscommunication // love triangle or arranged marriage // sharing a bed or drunken confession

Wow okay, hope those tropes work out for you!! Our adventure has finally come to an end, where in the world am I dropping you off? I mean if I can choose anywhere, I've always wanted to visit the Scottish Highlands! But if you must drop me at home, I guess Ontario will have to do.

Tagging @jrooc @juliakayyy @francesrose3 @callivich @lupeloto @transmickey @catluvver118 and @krystallouwho if ya wanna go for a ride!

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okay taz fucking liveblog all in one post under the cut so no spoilers happen here we goooo

i’m listening to it w/o downloading it first which is gonna mean my internet is going to be SO SLOW but its worth it i cant believe he fucking ended it on episode 69 griffin is a monster i just realized this shit is 3 hours long and cuts right through lunch so i know imma be on my way out to eat a bunch of twinkies in about an hour in to the episodes thank YOU griffin mcelroy, this podcast got me out of the most horrible depressive episode (along with the fallout 4 monster factories) and i love it so much. shut ur face you wonderful boy.

okay okay okay okay okay okay im not ready its about to start i’m not ready here we go

FUCK IT UP DAVENPORT YOU WILD BITCH THE GREATEST STARSHIP CAPTAIN THAT EVER LIVED im literally already crying this music is so good also is it greg grimauldis oh wait no its john hi john!!! you goopy boy oh no he’s bad blast him boys blast him boys 

“it’s just one guy shouldn’t be an issue” “it’s a nice suit tho”  “i stole your cousins shoes” TAAKO “if you’re mad about it direct it at that man over there” “i’m wearing the shoes” “CAN YOU GIVE US A MINUTE WE’RE TALKING ABOUT SHOES”

griffin’s excited dm voice mixed with this fucking awesome music “LETS ROLL INITIATIVE” djaklfjkl;asdjfkljlKJALKJFLKDAJLFJDALKJFLKJL;J

merle starting out strong with healing for once i’m so proud of him and maxes them the fuck out NICE MERLE “the first death, who knew it would be so painful” “hey merle i know i give you shit - thanks for healing!” “oh! ‘s good to be appreciated” MERLE BB

i wonder if garyl will make an appearance in this 3 hour episode bc i miss him a lot

GO MERLE WITH THE CIRCLE OF KNIVES AND HURT nat 20 on the swing “yeah sorry trav i’m SO good at magic” jesus trav with the the fucking 6 attacks what the fuck  “where was i at? 92-” “fuck off” john hitting them w/ the fus ro knife  if john gets ahold of that sword i s2g magnus you should have held onto it OH FUCK OH FUCK GRIFFIN WHAT ARE YOU DOING griffin u are describing the sexiest tar monster hello new fav enemy like hi johns fucking tarsona  “ultimate john!” “demi john-” “sephajohn”

i saw justins tweet about them dying i swear to god griffin mcelroy griffin sounds way too delighted to be describing merle feeling back fire burn inside him EXCUSE ME DEATH SAVES FOR MERLE ALREADY bangs my head on a table they are rolling so bad oh my god they’re all gonna die taako you beautiful flip wizard thank god you avoided that  “regular non magical amount of fear” taako HIT EM ABRA CA FUCK YOU IM CRYING AHHH THATS MY BOYYYYYY clutches my chest merle please please please get a success  NOOOOOOOO MERLE COME ON BUDDY PULL THROUGH if merle dies i die

rip blue orb and also fuck you  magnus has so many weapons okay john weird face beam thats p cool “hey! my armor, finally works”

i wonder where griffin got the inspo with this boss fight, his boss fights are always so interesting? like the orbs and stuff are such an interesting concept imo TAAKO IS OUT TOO WHAT THE FUCK THEY’RE ALL GONNA DIE AND JOHN JUST HEALED WHAT THE FUCK GRIFFIN THEY CANT DO THIS they’re all fucking out oh my god whats happening i cant i’m gonna cry this is horrible  i’m gonna puke griffin what the FUCK who is merle gonna choose  its PAN god thats so gay merle/pan otp rip my soul IM ALWAYS GONNA BE THERE FROM NOW ON FJALDFJKLSDAJFLJASLDFJLASJF I LOVE PAN SO MUCH im fucking sobbing

TROOOOOOOOTHHHHHHHHH AHHHHHHHHHHHH THATS MY MOOOOOM

puts my chin in my hands time for taakos bond huh YES YES YES YES YES YESY ES TAAKO  LIGHT ‘EM THE FUCK UP THIS IS SO AWESOME HE IS FUCKING DOING PHARAH’S ULT I’M SCREAMING I CAN NOT

why didnt they destroy the green orb first god boys please clint is such a cute dad  let him summon garfield!!! i love griffin refusing to describe garfield  “i cant handle that emotionally”  FREE SAMPLES i’ll put it on your taaaaaaaaab

ROSWELL ROSWELL ROSWELL ROSWELL  roswell’s music swelling is making my heart hurt roswell is so pure

i swear to god taako who are you about to fucking call TAAKO YOU ARE SO DUMB I LOVE YOU SO MUCH “you’re all double blind!”

this fight has gone on for an entire hour aldfkjladjf;sjfl;djaflkdja;fd

merle is so good this episode god this music is beautiful 

“wait before you go do you see the mask i made that looks like a bear face?” ME TOO MAGNUS NO THE BOND ENGINE 

THE BOY S IM CRYING THEYRE ALL HOLDING ON TO EACH OTHER AND IM FJADLKFJLKADJFKLJDS IM SCRYIN SO MUCH IM FUCKING SCREAMAING AND SOBBING OH MGY DO AHHHHHH i literally am crying so much my eyes burn

“you got it buddy” f uck my heart

what happened to davenport ajldfkjakldjflk the ship ATE HIM

as soon as time froze i was like istus is here yall

taako what are you doing bb KLAAAAAARRRRG THEY’RE WINNING taako oh my GOD

pls save lucretia 

YOURE GOING TO BE AMAZING

how is there still a fucking hour left of this episode oh my god

RIDING ON GARYL’S BACK WOOOO YEAH FUCK IT UP

im crying again this is so much oh my god i literally dont know im so emotional i buried myf ace in my hands and sobbed this fucking podcast is so much

awww scuttlebuddy why are in the rockport limited omg  “just like you left it” griffin they left it destroyed “i’m not god” “thats exactly what god would say” “mhm” “mhm” what is going on my head hurts lajdflkajdflsj;f “i’m so proud of how you turned out” “thank you jeffandrew”  “i’m getting a migraine” god me too

oh thank god davenport is okay JEFFANDREWWWW they’re so dumb

“hey everybody! johann was right! WE WON!” i’m a fucking wreck and THERE IS STILL AN HOUR LEFT WHAT THE FUCK im legit sobbing over dryad lesbians did he say mayor cassidy oh my GOD angus is my fucking smart and perfect son AND HE’S GOT SO MANY FRIENDS AND HE PLAYS SOCCERA FJALDKFJALSJFLAJF IM CRYING davenport made me start giggling and sobbing at the same time LUP AND BARRY ARE FUCKING GRIM REAPERS NOW FUCK YEAH BARRY AND LUP AHHHHHHHHHHHHH AHHHHH AHHHH AHHHHH AHHHHH AHH IM SOBBING AGAIN still 50 minutes left how?????  “i think you forgot to make it taste good” “it’s kinda artisanal-” “you’re full of dog shit sometimes y’know?” “that’s what it is, i put dog shit in it” what part of that sounded like i was joking JUSTIN taako’s hogwarts  “students in my school have to duel constantly” ITS MAGICALLY DELICIOUS  ren is perfect and i am dead “i should mention my boyfriend is death and he’ll be staying over from time to time” AHHHHHHHHHHH taako you’re GOING ON VACATION TO THE AFTERLIFE JAKLFJDA;LFJAS i hope someone draws taako on a beach chair in trunks next to a pool of souls “i promise not to take you anywhere too spooky” “you know what? i’m a big boy” “i know you are” BIG TALL BOY ANGUS AJDFKLJALDF;ASFJ HE’S GROWING UP I CANT “i’ll have my people talk to your people sir!” “you changed my life” AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH “i know about silverware” this boy is too smart for all of us

i love merle with my whole entire heart i can hardly stand it merle basically started adventure camp thats adorable  i wish clint mcelroy was my dad he’s so adorable and sweet and funny and good i’m having a moment help me i am like weirdly fond of lord sterling  magnus and taako constantly try to get in touch with merle but he’s too much of a dad to ever realize it i’m SCREAMING earl merle  I LO VE HIM SO FUCKING MUCH HE’S SO SILLY merlegaritaville  VINE LOVERS HE NEEDS TO STOP merle i love you “mookie’s the BEST” they all love the best npcs AUNT LUP AND AUNT LUCRETIA AND UNCLE MAGNUS AND UNCLE TAAKO AND UNCLE BARRY FUCK THIS IS SO EMOTIONAL IM GONNA BE SICK NO I DIE

my eyes have not stopped leaking since the episode started  oh my god this fucking episode ends on a lesbian WEDDING GRIFFIN MCELROYYYYYYYY im going to DIE im gonna D IE IM GONNA DIE “if you all excuse me i- have to shit” JKLFDSAJKL;FJADL;FJL;SJL;FASD hammer and tails (a dog school)

okay holds up a hand griffin fuck off with this death shit excuse me travis i heard you break up a little there and literally cant handle a second of this THIS IS DISGUSTING AND SAD FUCK WHAT THE FUCK im sobbing so loudly fuck im glad i’m home alone fuck i cant breathe oh my god im gonna throw up i already know where this is going  thank god they’re all friends with death i caNT TRAVIS IF UR CRYING I SWEAR TO GOD I’M GOING TO DIE i cant take this  its so emotional im literally leaving my body FUCK “you lived so much longer than i thought you were going to” GIRL SAME griffin literally descended from heaven to give underdeveloped characters some personality when no one else would  god i need to fucking blow my nose  “he said he was a cleric but we can never be sure” as magnus rushes in GRIFFIN MCELROY fuck that was SO GOOD OH MY GOD OH MY GODY fuck i CANT BELIEVE WE GET THEIR FUCKING WEDDING IN CANON GRIFFIN YOU BEAUTIFUL MAN THIS MUSIC IM HYPERVENTILATING AJFKDAJDLFJALDJF AHHH

i’m light headed 

god this is beautiful thank you griffin thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you so much 

that was the ending you earned

ooo this music is cool. fisher!!! where are you and junior off to huh

god...what an adventure this has been. what an amazing end. it was beautiful. thank you, boys.