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ooshu · 1 year

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bucket list

summary: you created one last fairytale in new york city. doyoung was never good with words. you asked him to hold your hand until the clock strikes 12 am. he was willing to play your prince charming.

note: oh, to be young and in love in new york city with doyoung aka thee ideal travel buddy! was inspired by the hit the states nyc vlog with johnny (and doie’s recent nyc pictures! so pretty hehe)

genre: fluff, angst | word count: 2.6k

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“hey.”

doyoung turned around. met by the new york skyline across the brooklyn bridge, everything sparkled; almost like a surreal dream. there’s a charm residing in these streets. maybe it’s how the lights flickered so perfectly it illuminated with the unreachable skyscrapers; almost telling everyone who can see it that all of these could be theirs.

you were standing in front of him. a smile crept on your lips. doyoung stared back at you. his hands were on his pockets—maybe it’s the wind that gushes through his covered arms that made him quite shivering. his eyes would be telling something, but you can tell he was almost happy seeing you. almost.

“hey,” he said back.

“i never asked you a favor, haven’t i?” doyoung nodded. “then, here’s my first and last, doyoung.”

“what is it?” you always find it so fascinating when his eyebrows furrow into confusion. they’re easily wiggly, alright? it’s one of the features why he couldn’t hide his emotions very well—they’re all planted on his face.

“i’ll show you around. that’s all.” you reached your hand, hoping he would take it.

doyoung, hesitant at first, reached and grabbed your hand. you squeezed it and intertwined your fingers with his. he didn’t pull back, and a part of you was thankful for it.

just like that, you thought. give me just this one, could you, doyoung?

—

and just like any other romantic new york films, you strolled around the city. “it never sleeps, doesn’t it?” you said. doyoung smiled at your most typical pun to describe new york.

you pulled him into the middle of times square. it’s like you mutually agreed to be children and be fools, spun around the center of it, ignoring the people rushing towards their own ways. the flashy screens almost looked like solid colors as you two spun. and when doyoung couldn’t keep up any longer, you both giggled of how foolish this would look like from afar.

“we’re tourists, anyway!” he said. “besides, we never go here from time to time… right?”

“yeah, we don’t.” you answered while staring at his loving face being illuminated by the flashing lights. it suited him; the fame, the camera flashes—these things that he had always dreamt of.

doyoung never removed his hand from yours. there were times he did slip, but he immediately found yours again as he was done trying to figure out how the subway ticketing works and when he was desperately calling for those yellow cabs. you sometimes would remove yours so you could hold your phone and search for your next destination. after putting it down and figuring out where to go, he reaches for your wrist to find his hand back to where it belonged for the past few hours.

you loved how your hand fits with his. how warm it was in the midst of the breeze and chilly night. but sometimes, you would look away when he talks to you—the way it becomes so endearing to feel what its like to be held by doyoung was too much, almost convincing—your eyes would then just out of nowhere start to get teary. but you hold it in; you held the tears back. you wanted this night to be perfect as any love fool would have hoped for with their silly little crush.

“you!” doyoung, seemingly intoxicated by the moment he swore was magical. “let’s take a photo together, yeah?”

he brought out his phone and you snatched it away from him. you gestured he should stay still where he stands, “i’ll take a picture of you!” you exclaimed.

“sure!”, and there he goes—his gummy-teeth smile; your favorite; then appeared. you can tell the genuine joy surrounding him. “yeah, you look good!” you raised a thumb, signaling the shots are still going on. you can’t help but to admire, really.

new york loves you, doyoung. you thought.

and i love you.

he ran back to you and swiped across the images. like a giggly kid. he said, “let’s ask someone to take our pictu-”

“one last stop.”, you interrupted doyoung. “you have to try this. i swear, you’ve never been to new york if you missed this!”.

“but-”

“let’s go! they close pretty early, i think.” you once again grabbed his hand. it would be pretty suck if you didn’t, especially this particular time around.

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and so you brought doyoung to this famous steak house. you ordered the usual, the steak and the wining combo, that kept you almost sane whenever you fly to new york for work. he liked his steak medium rare, and you laughed at how ridiculous it sounded. you liked yours pretty cooked, almost burnt. nevertheless, it's his preference. you love him either way.

you both sat in silence while waiting for your food to arrive. you kept your distance close to him. your arms grazes with his as you were beside together. you wanted to remember every touch, every feeling that is soon will be a blurred, distanced memory.

you snapped back to reality when doyoung called your name.

“spill.”, he said.

“just thinking about… this.”

“oh.”

“yeah.”

“i have something to tell you-”

suddenly, plates were presented on your table. the look and the smell coming from new york’s finest steak is mesmerizing enough to dismiss the often unfinished business. who would not love a perfect food after a perfect night?

then the wine starts pouring and glasses clink. did i tell you that upbeat jazz music is a usual in new york? it is also usual for people to randomly sway into the beat of it.

“oh! it’s like begin again!” doyoung pointed at the diners who are starting to get up in their seats. people started humming and dancing in the middle of the restaurant.

you stood up and doyoung is already thinking what you are thinking.

“no, it’s embarrassing!”

“what happened to “we’re tourists”, doie?”, doyoung smiled at the nickname. “grab my hand, will you?”

doyoung reached for your hand while the other held his glass of wine. you successfully dragged him into the middle despite his pushing and pulling, and whining, of course. old couples and new lovers flocked the space. and there were the two of you, not knowing what kind of dance you two would pull off.

then it just clicked. your bodies swayed like it was lured into the beat. doyoung’s eyes never left yours. he sipped from his drink if he gets the chance to stop. you didn’t mind about the heartbreak you were going to pull off as the night ends, you just danced and danced until…

until his head was on the crook of your neck.

everyone was jumpy into the now upbeat jazz music. but the both of you swayed a little slow to now still. the world seemed stopped running, and so did time.

you couldn’t help but to let out a little sob. this has not been in your plan. but you let him stay here with you. the clock’s ticking and it’s all coming into an end. but you didn’t want it to end after all, but you had to—because you and doyoung both know this should meet the last pages of its final chapter.

you felt a damp on your back. he had spilled some of the wine on your top. he quickly removed his body from yours when he realized.

“sorry. sorry, i-”

“it’s okay, doie.” his eyes light up whenever you call him doie. “having fun?”

“this is the best day of my life, you.”

“trust me, doyoung. i know.”

—

you left the restaurant, now calming from its highs, and you asked doyoung, “can i hold your hand?”

he immediately locked his fingers with yours and swayed them like a little kid while walking. he seemed in a hurry, and you purposely slowed down the pace. “i’m quite tired, doyoung. but the good kind, i promise.”, you said.

“sure. besides…”

“besides?”

“we’re in the most beautiful city in the world. let’s savor this moment delicately, huh?”

his hotel was just around the block, and you hated how that coincidence rushes the expected pang that is about to hit your chest any minute now. as you reached the final crossroads, the stoplight counts down.

59, 58, 57, 56, 55…

you were scared you were going to think about this moment every now and then. you are terrified you were always going back to square one, the regressions, the pain and the hopelessness that will shower your thoughts for the next days, weeks, months, and so even years and beyond.

letting go of your first love would never come easy, they said. you wanted to hold doyoung’s hand for the rest of your life like the way he did to yours just now. but his heart never belonged to anybody else, and not even yours.

he never answered your confession. doyoung eagerly tried to act nonchalant and treat you as his friend. and so you did, but it would be hypocrite to say you were completely fine. and as much as this magical night had brought you happiness, the immense pain of this what if will forever be buried in your heart.

your heart started to ache as the stoplight counts down from 10. once that green light lit…

“oh, that’s our hotel, right?” doyoung pointed. “but where should we go next? there must be something else around here. i read some before we flew-”

“playtime’s over, doie.” you said. you tried your best to conceal your heartache but the faint smile on your face says otherwise. but it’s the best for the both of you, and especially for you.

“it’s still early, isn’t it? it’s just 12?” doyoung rambled with the questions. “are you tired? we can visit more places tomorrow-”

“i checked out this early afternoon, doie.”

“what do you mean?”

you casually removed your hand from his.

“remember the night when we stayed up late and we listed down our own bucket lists? i may have crossed the last thing on that paper.”, you chuckled but your eyes were starting to get blurry. then tears slowly started running down on your cheeks. you tried your best to look away and not face him like this, but it was alright. it is indeed hard to say goodbye to your first love.

“so we went to new york, and he was the person i’d want to go with because i’ve been… i’ve been dreaming for the past few months i’d bring my first love to my favorite place in the whole world. and i held hands with him, doie—for the rest of the night! suddenly, riding the subway felt like the movies; as he said, it felt like begin again, doie. we played like little kids running around the goddamn times square, and good god, it was beautiful, it was magical.”

doyoung knew right away he was the one you were referring to. he clearly knew how you felt towards him. the bucket list had his name written all over the place.

he took one step forward and you took three steps back.

“stop-”, you took a deep breath. this was all too much. you wanted to end it at this point. you could no longer live a lie that you can live beside him because your broken heart will never mend nor heal. this does not have to end bittersweet. you did not want to be swept away by the idea he held your hand so tightly like he never wanted to let go; but all this time, he never said how he really felt towards you.

“wait-” he tried reaching out once more and you stepped back a little further.

“just… just stay there, doie. please?”

and there was doyoung, standing in front of you. just as beautiful as ever. and there was your favorite city, you and doyoung’s version of new york, at the back; picture perfect.

“i want to remember you this way, doyoung. this night, and you… you were a good dream.” you sobbed in between faint smiles. “and in the morning, i have to wake up and recall your beautiful face from now and then until you finally become a faint memory.”

then you looked at him once more because you were never going home. you eventually planned everything all along—before you leave, this was the last trip you would ever do with the person you would hate leaving behind. you did not want your last memory would become him and stealing glances and seeing him liking someone else. this night was it; you were contented. you are happy. you’ve crossed the bucket list.

“so i…” you finally take the last steps towards him. “i thank you for playing all along.”, you chuckled. “for making this dream come true, that, well, turned out better than what i had in mind.”

his eyes were trying to find yours, but you couldn’t stare at them any longer. yours found their way on his hands. “i’m sorry, but,

can i… can i hold your hand before i go?”

he immediately held yours; this time, it was tight. he intertwined his fingers with yours that fit so perfectly and just fine. you could tell he’s pleading to not go, but seeing him only now brings pang to your chest. after all, this night was made to be perfect because you did not want your first love to end harshly.

but doyoung would not want to let go. and you tears started to roll on your cheeks once more. “you have to let me go now. it’s gonna be okay. and… and you’re gonna be okay, doie. and i will, too.”

“why?”

“because you don’t love…” and the truth is starting to taint this perfect dream. “just let me have this one, doyoung. let me have this perfect ending; to this fairytale, yeah?”

you cupped his cheeks and stared at those eyes of his once more, “i love you in all ways and any ways, doie.” you reached for his hands once again and held them tightly. and you kissed him on the cheek; so you could be now contented and close this chapter of your life.

and doyoung stood there as he watched you go, disappearing from the streets of his and your version of new york.

doyoung has been standing in the cold for about four minutes now.

if he could only just... speak, then this night would have been a hit in every children's literature; the happily ever after, the prince and the damsel in distress turned happiest and luckiest.

but then he started walking, and his pace became quicker. now, he was running.

he was running to say that he loves you for the very first time in years. would be saying it is a big deal, but you leaving his life forever would shatter his future plans. he never saw the person's face in his dreams until tonight. it was you all along, and he was running and panting in whichever direction he might have thought you would've walked through.

and it was not so far away when he saw you calling for a cab. you opened the door, sat, and the wheels were already ready to go.

but you heard a shout from behind, a "wait!" that is so loud, it echoed the empty, lonely street; an unhappy version of your new york where doyoung does not live in.

doyoung desperately shouted again, chasing like a child who chased his mother when she first dropped him off at kindergarten. and when the cab stopped on its tracks, doyoung abruptly stopped his running, too.

the door opened, and there was you standing on the ground, one hand clinging to the car's door frame and the rest of your body titled in front of his direction. doyoung stared at you and tilted his head a bit, looking for your face, your eyes.

"i...", doyoung started.

and a smile slowly crept on your face.

"i know, doyoung. you just have to cast the spell and i'll be yours."

and so doyoung did and he swore, that moment, was magical.

"i love you."

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willa-cole · 7 months

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Workaholic

Lams (Alexander Hamilton x John Laurens)

3rd POV

Alexander was studying in Kings college library (Does it have one? Idk y'all don't judge me I'm just dumb) when Angelica Schuyler,the volunteer librarian,walked up to him."Alexander you've been here for five hours it's closing time" she said."Oh come on Angie please I've stayed past closing time before..." said Alexander. "Alexander... It's already past closing time I would've kicked you're workaholic ass out an hour ago if it wasn't for Eliza begging me to let you stay!" "Don't yell we're in a library..." "ALEXANDER IT'S EMPTY" "Jeez someone's on her period..." "... THAT'S.IT.OUT.NOW!" "Okay okay I'm leaving...But if I fail the exams it's your fault" "ALEXANDER HAMILTON THE EXAMS ARE IN EIGHT MONTHS GET OUT" Yelled Angelica and Alexander obligated.He look at his clock which read 11 p.m. 'It's too early to sleep...Guess some more work won't kill me' (Burr will :D) He said and walked up to his dorm which he oh so happened to share with his buddy (Yeah...Buddy *wink wink*) John Laurens...

John POV

I look at the clock and it reads 9 p.m. I guess waiting for Alex won't kill me...(Not making a pun on that cause I don't want to pay for therapy) I took Alex's book about the third U.S. president Daveed Diggs and started reading...

*an hour later*

It's 10 p.m. which means the library is closed...Which means Alex should be here...Why isn't he here yet? God I wish he wasn't such a workaholic...And he also makes it hard to care...You see I'm in love with Alex (you could say he's got you...HeLpLeSs) but it's so obvious he is straight...At least he's an ally though... That's good enough for me...I keep reading his book on his bed and accidentally fall asleep

*insert door opening*

I slowly wake up and see Alex,I read the clock and it's 11 p.m. "Where have you been I've been worried sick!" I said "I was at the library and...Is that my Daveed Diggs book?" "I thought you died and you wanna talk about Daveed Diggs?" "...Yes..." "Gosh Alex you have done all assignments for the next six months and have studyed for the exams...Which are eight months away!" I say trying not to yell "I wanna be prepared and...Did you next SIX months...OH MY GOD I MISSED A MONTH!!! LAURENS I'M GONNA FAIL I NEED TO STUDY" "Alex no" I say (Guess John could say no to this ;)) "Why do you care anyways it's my life!" He said "CAUSE I LOVE YOU" I yell. Alex stares at me with dumbfounded eyes "S-sorry I me-meant as a friend hehe..." I tried covering my confession up. "John...I don't love you" my heart drops "But I do have a like you...I. A more than just a friend way" Now it's my turn to stare,he notices my actions,comes closer to me and brushes his lips against my own and I kiss back..."Please work less it worries me" I say... "I guess for you I'll try not to be a workaholic..."

Okay so this is my first one shot but I think I did pretty well what do y'all think? You can also leave requests below :)

#lams #hamilton musical #gay #lams one shot #Alexander Hamilton x John Laurens #Alexander Hamilton #john Laurens

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lamyaasfaraini · 1 year

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#TeamOldColdplay

Untuk pertama kalinya coldplay ke indonesia nih, katanya konsernya november 2023. Siapa yang ngga kenal coldplay yakan? Band besar gitu, selalu mencetak hits yg booming, terlebih selalu collab sama penyanyi amrik lah, Rihanna, Beyonce.. Terakhir BTS. Coldplay berhasil menjamah pendengar K-popers, siapa yg gatau boyband terkenal sedunia.. Fansnya dari berbagai kalangan, tua, muda, anak2 semua hafal. Alhasil dengan musik yg mengikuti pasar coldplay berhasil pula merambah fansnya ke gen Z, memang musiknya semakin easy listening juga musik yg kekinian.

Aku sebagai Team Old Coldplay alias fans jaman dulu yang klaim musiknya masih "alternativel rock british band". Yang tau keberadaan mereka sekitar thn 2001/2002 wkt SMP berarti, pas album mereka yg ke 2 "a rush of blood to the head" lagu yg hits saat itu.. In my place, the scientists. Selalu aja nungguin di Mtv, excited bgt kalo udah liat vclipnya. Sampe aku bikin mixtape (kaset mix bajakan haha) pernah ngerecord dr radio malah hehe. Nah, mulai merambah deh dengerin album ke 1 mereka "parachutes" lagu fav nya banyak.. Yellow, shiver, sparks, trouble, don't panic. Album ke 2 " a rush of blood to the head" enak2 pula.. In my place, the scientists, warning sign, clocks, green eyes. Pada akhirnya jadi ngikutin deh album2 berikutnya, 2005 itu X&Y klip pertama kalogasalah "speed of sound".. Seneng ada lagu baru dr mreka, trus lagu paling legend nih kayanya klip tayangannya sekitar 2005-2006 itu "Fix You" wah kayanya puncak karir coldplay itu, booming sekali lagunya. Dan emg seenak itu sebelum jadi overhype wkwk. Oiya 1 lg dr album ke 3 itu "the hardest part" fav jg.. Lanjut album "viva la vida" single pertamanya dgn judul yg sama, inipun lsg hits bgt. Dalam album inipun enak2.. Strawberry swing, violet hills, lost!, lovers in japan. Beberapa tahun kemudian 2011 kalogasalah album "mylo xyloto", warna musiknya udah agak beda tapi masih enak di telingaku, single pertama "every teardrop is a waterfall".. Lanjut paradise (booming parah inipun), hurts like heaven, Charlie brown, major minus, princess of china (feat Rihanna).. Coldplay mulai ke amrik2an dgn collabs sama doi. 2014 album "ghost stories" itu mulai agak kaget, apalagi pas denger "a sky full of star" buseeetttt ini musiknya dance bgt cuyyyy.. Berubaaaah hahaha. Walapun masih ada "always in my head" mayan enak ini, "magic" mayan jg. Cuma udah beda identitas ajalah gt. Apalagi album selanjutnya yg ada 'hymn for the weekend", enak sih cuma kaya bukan coldplay bgt bagi kami kami si pendengar dari album pertama. Udah deh semenjak itu ngga ngikutin coldplay lg, udah bukan selera aku yang gabisa move on dari Coldplay: alternative british rock band huhuuu. Ya gpp memang hak mereka musik berkembang mengikuti jaman, merambah banyak fans lintas generasi dan terbukti berhasil. Semakin terkenal.. Semakin susah digapai, karena udah jadi band mainstream yang dikenal segala kalangan alhasil skrg tiket konser di Indo pun mahal bgt start from 800k - 11jutaaaa wkwkwk mantap. Belom lg skrg usum "war ticket" tiket yg dijual online di website resmi, rebutan seluruh indonesia.. Saingannya anak sultan, ordal, calo, selebgram dll. Bagaimana kami yg hanya rakjel ini memantau war tiket dr hp butut dan jaringan internet yg luplep wkwk dahlaaaah no hope selain kami si kaum mendang mending..

Makanyaaaaaaa.. Kenapa abang2an ini ngga mampir kemarihhh saat masih jadi band kek dulu banggg.. Mungkin belom usum war tiket dan fans nya masih gen millenial gituloh bang haduuhhhh.

Dari aku si fans coldplay jadul, yg resah ttg perubahan musik mreka dan overwhelming memantau ke overhype an konser coldplay ini...

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hyperannotation · 1 year

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Put In Putin by Alan Sondheim

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borahaejenn · 1 year

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✨Happy Birthday Min Yoongi🐱✨

Welcome to 30/31 lol you are officially at the golden age internationally. Yeah!!!! Let’s go!!!💕 Thank you for working hard another year. You did well. 🙏This may get said a lot but I think everyone deserves to be told that at least by one person. I think it matters just like you matter too.❤️ Also, by the time I post this at 1pm it will be morning for y’all, right? GOOD MORNING! ☀️ I hope you start your day well. I still think it’s cool how since y’all have a birthday in Korea and y’all are ahead it’s like y’all get two days to celebrate lol 😂 I know I’m early but I enjoy being early. I use to enjoy posting late at night but these days I get too excited that I can’t wait to post and then I look at the clock too much out of anxiousness🤣 I remember the days on vlive when I would write on the same day I would post and it was wild because these days I write a day ahead sometimes and I have everything ready in drafts. Lol But, moving up ahead in the letter, I hope preparations for the Agust D tour are going well and that you are eating well, Yoongi. 👍I made a video about tickets and I tell you if I got them or not. Lol it’s a surprise you have to hear. 😆🔥✨

Also, most importantly looking back into the past, I am glad you are in good health this time around for your birthday. Health is important and I remember those times you couldn’t attend events with Bangtan due to past health circumstances but I am happy you are doing better after such a long time.🙏 I wish to say this because it made me think of my past issues as well and I feel grateful to even be able to run even today and it got me thinking. I wish to say thank you to 2013 Yoongi and all the Yoongi’s after that year for keeping you well to the best that they could during those times. ☺️ Look at you now. I am happy for that. 💝 Sometimes the greatest gift one can have when they are born is the ability to keep going. I think that is lovely. Your parents brought you into this world and I am grateful. You are our golden daffodil. ✨🌼 ✨*just imagine this is a daffodil emoji lol imagination goes a long way.*🤣🤣🤣🤣

But, yes. Lol I still very much think the March flower is lovely. 😭 Yoongi, before I get into explaining what I was inspired by for your birthday, thank you for unintentionally healing. Lol I will use the word Jimin says a lot because it’s true with the “unintentionally.” Y’all don’t have to try so hard to show something when it comes out naturally from your own actions. Jimin brought up a good point that really stuck with me because he was talking about how SUCHWITA became bigger not just literally but also meaningfully. And I was just thinking how you just had this idea to make a show and it became something very profound, calming, and peaceful even though maybe that’s not what you may have thought at first when you had the idea. I then thought of you. You tend to go about things one way only for them to turn into something very beautiful. In your words, it is not only poetic but in what you do it becomes poetic and reminiscent of something that exhibits depth and harmony one way or another. I think that’s really awesome. 😭✨Thank you for being unintentionally poetic about everything you do. Lol I love you Yoongi! 💜

For your first gift 💝 I think you might guess it lol but yessssss cat origami lol I did two but the second orange one was out of curiosity lol because I saw this cat Halloween diy video and it looked cute😭 lol don’t mind me. But, the first purple cat origami was more folding and I enjoyed learning it. 🐾 May those two cats make your wish come true. Hehe ✨I got a pun today lol Min Yoongi, are you feline good today??? Because you look purr-fect to me. Lmaoooooo the feline and purr lol 😂 I wish to thank Jin. 😌 I also thought of 💜PURR-PLE HEART, PURR-PLE HEART 💜 lol 😆 I’ll stop now.

Let’s go into the second gift 💝, inspired by some of your Instagram posts. I thought why not try them and I got into Fujii Kaze and his albums and photos from his albums and I wanted to try something with blue too instead of the orange, reds, and pinks Fujii Kaze used because I was channeling the Pisces water energy hehe I was like “why not?” Hehe Y’all have such aesthetic energy and I am not like that so I wanted to try it out for a bit and I got into it a little too much and I had fun!!!! Yoongi, you made me bring back 8th-grade Jenn and her perm. Yes, I found a wig that looked just like the curly perm I had back in middle school because my mom made me do it in the summer after my 7th-grade year lmaoo I remember when I told y’all that I messed my perm up after a while by washing it too much and it became wavy. Lol I didn’t like it back then because I was not feeling the look on me but now as an adult, I regret not admiring my curly hair more. Middle school Jenn is back for a bit haha just without The Sims 2😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 lol I was feeling the hair a little too much so apologies for the energy lol but, I loved your photos Yoongi and wavy and curly hair fits you really well and I think it’s cute and handsome on you. 🥰 Thank you for bringing these photos out of my creativity lol You inspired me. 🖤🤍 I tried to be aesthetic like y’all. But in all, I loved the photos you showed Yoongi. Hopefully, we soon will get to know what they are for.😁 You really are full of surprises these days. ✨

Fourth gift 💝, quotes and words you brought up from your most recent weverse interview. Yeah! Lol the longest segment in all of y’alls birthday letters. 😉Unintentionally long because I just think randomly. A lot. Lol

-“I wasn’t even sure it would be possible, since the original song is so famous, but J. Cole gave us permission. I want to tell him how grateful I am. It’s a song I only could have written back then. I still remember writing it during the first and second weeks we were promoting ‘No More Dream.’ The emotions I felt during that debut time will all evaporate over time, so I had to write it then or never.” I think it’s awesome how now even Hobi worked with J. Cole. I feel like he felt that gratitude and it’s just lovely. You really are an artist Yoongi lol when you said you had to write it at that moment or it will never see light, that was the most artist thing to say. Lol You saw it so deep that it had to have its moment or it would never have it. You appreciate the power of a moment, a season, and of sentiment. You know it comes and goes and it is never the same each time. This goes with the idea of how music brings memories and how it is versatile because of that. I dig it. 😎

-“…reflects who we are- always running. All the members have come a long way, and there’s times when we’re exhausted but there’s also things we want to do moving forward, so I think we tried to include those desires as well.” With RUN BTS, although it is reminiscent of some of the past flare in y’all’s older tracks. It does not give me the same feeling to me as that of the older tracks. It has this energy that is different even with certain sounds that can be reminiscent. Something about it makes me feel that way and I love it. But this is just me. Lol I love that idea of “always running.” All of you together are just wanting to keep moving forward and going into it with courage. It’s scary at times but y’all choose to keep going in whatever way y’all can.

-“The version that’s getting released now is an instrumental containing a lot of the sentiments I felt in middle school.” With the demo version of Seesaw, I loved it. I feel like it could be also mixed into lo-fi. I love the last 20 seconds a lot because of how it changes into a whole 180 lol It is classic and I feel like I am being held gently for a bit. The piano is just beautiful. I love how you said you felt like messing around with it here and there and it still came out the way it did in the demo lol like I said, you are always unintentionally poetic and dreamy. 😭

-“I loved instrumental versions of songs by my favorite artists when I was younger. I would analyze them a lot and dreamed of becoming a producer…So I said to myself, I have to find this, and then when I was in LA or New York last year, I asked them to hook up all the old PCs and laptops I had sitting around in Seoul and find it, and they finally did. It turned out the second computer I used and the third one looked exactly the same and I couldn’t find it because I wasn’t looking on both of them, just the same computer every time.” I related when you said you took out the vocals in the tracks to keep the instrumentals but that all the files looked the same and hard to find because they looked the same 😂😂😂😂😂😂 that’s me with photos and editing like I use to not have a system with photos and they all had number IDs and I could not tell which ones I edited because I only ever changed some of the lighting in them and now I make specific IDs for edited photos and non-edited ones on my computer. It sucks when you make something and it��s like looking for a needle in a haystack lmaoo when I get photos off my iPhone they get long numbers as IDs automatically and I sometimes get lazy to change them when I download them. Lol You need to see all my files I got one for each of Bangtan’s birthdays since 2018 and each member has a file based on each year I organized them a bit lol It’s expanded into multiple files because of the edits and inspiration photos and collages lol I feel you Yoongi. 😭 If you still do more instrumentals these days I wonder if you name them differently for each time you get a spark of creativity lol 😂 But, I am glad the BTS CREW found the audio file.💜

-“That’s also why I use different names: I wanted to keep them separate. He can do this, too? He can do that, too? He can do ads, too? It was just so lucky I could meet so many fantastic artists as SUGA the producer, so I think I’m really fortunate to be building a career in that sense.” I also wondered for a while about your stage and work names. This answered that question I had as well lol I was thinking about how maybe you wanted to separate the personas as well because you are in a different zone when you work as a producer to when you are writing to when you are SUGA of BTS and to when you are rapping. I think it’s interesting. As a kid, I always wanted to be good at many things and just be known for being able to do random things lol and I love when people engage themselves in different things and are so into them. They don’t keep themselves in one box and they get out of it and really see the potential they are capable of. I love seeing that in people. Like yes, tell me what you want me to call you, honey. You got many trades and I dig it. 👏👏

-“…but I didn’t really know what kind of life Chris Martin had led. But we met, and we talked, and he really wasn’t any different from us. He really related with me when we talked about everyday life and concerns. I realized that all artists who do stadium tours face similar hardships. It was nice knowing I could be friends with someone like him.” This point reminded me even more of this thought: We all may do certain things and may seem or be perceived a certain way in public but we are all just regular people with alike issues and feelings. We are living and just figuring it out as we go. I love how you said it was nice knowing you have a friend like Chris to talk to and relate to about many different things. That’s just gold.✨ I am happy y’all are being surrounded even more these days by people y’all vibe with well. Chris Martin is a down-to-earth homie in ARMYs eyes. 💜lol He also has been cool in my sister’s eyes years ago and that says a lot because she doesn’t really feel that way about many people or artists lol They say as you get older you end up making deeper friendships. I believe that. I feel as we get older we place higher value in all our relationships so it’s nice to be with people who feel the same. 😇

-“I was just going to write the song and dip out…I did the music video purely for all the ARMY watching.” 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 The honesty in this is lovely. I love the “dip out” part. Thank you for pushing yourself out there and going for the music video with PSY, Yoongi. 😍 You did well. Lol

-“We divided up the labor and wrote separately, but I learned a lot from him. It was an entirely different production experience for me; there was something about his attitude when making music that resonated with me.” I love how next to wanting to work with someone who is opinionated and has ideas you are very open to who you are working with. From the interview, I can see that your approach is to evolve with the person you work with. I think that’s also why a lot of the tracks you produced really brought something different that we have not seen from you before. You don’t have a specific signature to your flare and that’s new. It’s like you are taking it as you go. I dig it. Your production is undefined and unlimited. 🔥

-“…, but now I think it’s not knowing what to say that makes it difficult.” I really was wondering about what you said here. Lol This is also figurative to real-life situations as well as with creativity. Like when you feel burnout and you just are stuck that you can’t think of what to say. I feel it. Lol they say that when you stay still, you can find the answer to all your problems and I feel it with this too. I think at times even with creativity of any kind, we feel we did or said enough and we forget that we are open channels. We still got more to say but we may be limiting ourselves by what we feel we have already done. We at times have to remember that our work is not done as creators, writers, and storytellers. There is more to express, but we just have to invite those thoughts out by giving them space and the opportunity to be something if we allow them to. I think at times we worry that something has been said or done already, but that’s what art is for. Someone can make the same thing on a canvas as another person but it can have a totally different energy and meaning. At least that’s how I see it lol but you brought up a thought I was thinking about Yoongi. Thank you.💕

-“I think I tend to look at the big picture, since I’m the one who builds the frame work and fleshes it out…Since I was young, anytime I was writing a song, I thought about arrangement a lot. I look at a track as one big mass.” Explains why you think and say things the way you do. You have for the longest time seen things beyond just linear. Everything is connected or a part of something much bigger than how it seems. In your case, a 2 to a 3 minute song is not just a melody or something to just enjoy but to you, it’s like a map of the world. Lil Min Yoongi was thinking big and I think that’s very bright of you. 😭lol

Lil Jenn’s mind 🤝 Lil Min Yoongi’s mind lmaoooooo I feel you but differently lol 😂 I didn’t feel bright as a kid at all because I rarely spoke to people and I never raised my hand in class out of my anxiety lol but to me, the world was vast beyond even my own mind. I was always in my room locked up but my mind saw beyond the walls of that room. 🙃

-“…that maybe I should try different styles now. I think this is both a blessing and a curse,…These days I started to want to do things again, too. And that brings me both worry and excitement.” I wonder what your human design is Yoongi lol you have been giving me ManGen vibes like me lol I want to do everything but sometimes I would pull myself from doing things and I’m slowly learning to just lean into it. 🤣 If it brings me light I just want to see it through. But I agree with the worry and excitement because I worry about wasting my time but then I get excited to dive into something. Lol I don’t know if that’s your issue too. That “blessing and a curse” is it. 🙌 My impulses in a freaking nutshell. 😝 But, I am happy you are getting back into your flow of just going for anything and enjoying it. Fighting, Yoongi!

-“I was thinking a lot recently that maybe I should shoot two music videos: one just there for the visuals, while the other is more focused on the listening experience. Ah, what should I do?” I’m late to this, but GO FOR IT YOONGI! Do BOTH! Lol express yourself! Give us that versatile and stimulating palette of visuals and sounds. 🙌Lol I love being stimulated creatively by all my senses lol, especially food 🤤 haha but with music when it hits well I can’t deny it. Lol

-“I started to consider that my secret weapon from some point… I feel like I might not be able to become a master of one genre, but I can wear many hats. There’s still so much I want to do…I’m someone who can wear many different hats, so I think I started to worry less when I think about what kind of music I’ll do after.” As I got to this part of the interview I was like, “see what I mean!!!! Yoongi is undefined!!!” Lol this just adds more to that theory. You don’t have a specific signature. You are just going at it. Lol I love that you are finally embracing all your skills and just being the ACE you were born to be. GET IT, HONEY!!! 👏👏👏👏 Why confine yourself to one genre when you can dive into all of them and be good at all of them? Hans Zimmer produced different pieces I was not even aware of and homie still going at it. Let’s go!🔥🔥🔥🔥 When you give power to what you know you already have and you apply yourself, the doubts and worry won’t matter. You will attract more. You brought this point up here too and I love it! ✨

-“I used to place a lot of importance on music-especially when I was young- but now I’m trying hard not to place too much meaning in it…There aren’t a lot of things to be excited for in life. But for anyone who likes my music, I hope they’re excited for it-excited for when it comes out, excited for when I promote and excited for when I go on tour. I hope they’re excited for everything so I can give their life meaning each and every day.” This is so sweet at the end.😭😭😭😭 lol I talk in one of the videos on how my excitement comes mostly spontaneously and it does lol this is one of those moments of my excitement coming out randomly as I read this last part! MIN YOOOOOONGI!!!!!!!!! That last part. You want to give my life meaning each AND EVERY DAYYYYY????????!!!!! Whatttt???? You came to collect our hearts today I see lol 😂 that quote is THE ONE. Haha Honey, I may not get excited about everything in life even the things I should be excited about but it’s the words like those you said at the end here that give my life meaning and have for the past years. It’s in the words that y’all have spoken beyond just lyrics that really gave me meaning to also be here. I’m glad I get to say that today. ❤️People say actions matter the most but y’all always delivered in that department with your words as well. Thank you. I can only hope that I can add a bit of meaning to your life too. Even a little bit. 😳 I love you, Yoongi. 💕

I shall get to the last gift 💝 hehe the playlist. I was inspired for the photos by a photographer I got into lately named Haruhiko Kawaguchi I talk about his work in two videos lol we are all in the plastic together hehe it looks as if we are under it with the pov of the camera from the videos lol but it was fun! I was inspired to do something alike but not the same with giant plastic bags. Lol I tried to think of moments that defined me. I got photos with the ARMY bomb and it was like preserving moments that felt like a deep part of me. I am an ARMY and I went to concerts and I felt like preserving a moment like that lol I also am in my favorite PJ shirt with my bath towel on my head and my Cooky coffee cup because it’s my downtime fit lol, I also captured one with myself wrapped up and Nox just staring at me at the perfect moment lol I got random moments. Some are personal like the one where I am screaming in the bag because it reminded me of my personal turmoil with the way I saw me and the world and also the one with my family frame where I smile. I thought of how things don’t last forever and in that plastic, it felt preserved into one moment that I can remember. I loved Kawaguchi’s work and the idea of love and I subjectively turned it into something of memories that can be preserved. Lol but enjoy with lyrics from tracks on this playlist hehe I wrote them messy with my natural handwriting of slight cursive and regular writing to add that personal touch hehe 😉 I enjoyed writing intuitively and naturally all over lol But, let me get into some of the tracks haha 😆 This playlist is soft as hell with a hint of zest. Lol But mostly soft just for you. Lol JAMES BLUNT has been coming for my heart's edges lol ever since last month I have been just listening to his past tracks in my feelings for no reason 😭😭😭😭 but the homie has a voice that can touch many hearts. I love CARRY YOU HOME. 🎶AS STRONG AS YOU WERE, TENDER YOU GO🎶 ahhhhhhhhhh!!! Lol I thought of you. Haha TABIJI by FUJII KAZE AND ALSO SAYONARA BABY are NICE!!!!! Lol I loved those two tracks a lot. The lyrics are lovely I love these ones “If this universe was a classroom/ We are all together still learning/ I realized nothing stays the same forever/ And now I can be much nicer than I was yesterday” and “Goodbye is the word of love I can give to you/ For me, of course I wanted to stay with you forever/ But nobody can escape from goodbyes eventually?/ So I’m not gonna show my tears” that last one with Sayonara Baby I thought of how it’s hard to say goodbye to certain things and I remember the times I held my tears in the past because I didn’t feel okay to admit that reality. I loved those lyrics and the ones for TABIJI I love how the lyrics brought up about life and how we are all under the same universe and learning but also on how we can let go of hate because each day is a new day and we don’t know what to expect. It’s like saying that with a new day, kindness and understanding are very important. I love it. Hehe I bring back some of my past to you with UNWELL by Matchbox Twenty because as a kid I related to the lyrics even though I didn’t fully comprehend them until now and I love how I felt the energy of the lyrics and when I was alone and I felt odd and anxious as a kid I saw that in that track. I played it a lot as well. I didn’t feel understood. If anyone has felt that and even if you did too Yoongi, this track is for y’all. I feel you. I also really love the track FIRE WATER!!!! It’s one of my favorites!!! 🔥🌊 🎶WE ARE BURNING WILD AND FREEEEEEEEEEEE🎶 yesssssssss!!!! Lol I found this track I got into and it’s just pure instrumentals and it’s called YOUR HAND IN MINE and you can just feel that soft energy as it picks up. Something about it is just beautiful to me and I added it second to last because I wanted to leave a soft sentiment and I thought of you.☺️ Your hands are in our hands. Let’s all take care of each other well. 💜 I ended the playlist with another favorite track of mines by SADE called THE SWEETEST GIFT and it is for you. You are our sweetest gift today and these lyrics ahhhh: “Quietly while you were asleep/

The moon and I were talking/ I asked that she'd always keep you protected/ She promised you her light that you so gracefully carry/ You bring your light and shine like morning/ And then the wind pulls the clouds across the moon/ Your light fills the darkest room/ And I can see the miracle that keeps us from falling” ✨✨✨✨✨ my heart. I LOVE THIS. Because one way or another you always brought your own light and shined on us right after the darkness of our dawns. It’s like you gave the darkness before our dawns a different meaning: to keep going. I still love the lyrics to TOMORROW and this makes sense. I can’t.😭😭😭😭😭 I’m in my feelings today lol I will run my 30 minutes crying today haha 😂 I’m sorry. But, I hope you can enjoy some tracks as well as for ARMY. Hehe 🎶 Get in your feelings with me muahahahha lol I love you. 💖

Hehe I shall go now and eat! I will enjoy Yoongi day with a warm shower and food. Lol After I run I get hungry but I enjoy showering first to relax my muscles lol 🤣I hope everyone has a lovely SUGA, YOONGI, MIN YOONGI, YOONGS, MIN SUGA, AGUST D, and GOLDEN GATITO (CAT) DAY! Lol You are our GATITO DE ORO ✨🐱✨ yeah!!!🤟Thank you for being with us today Yoongi! You are loved and I hope you can feel our love from afar lol I’m sending it well. Haha Please eat something delicious today. 🫶 I would say to eat some cake but you may not lol 😂 I know you may be staying away from sweets these days. But, regardless I wish for you to eat well. Hehe 🙏 🎉HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SUGA!!!! 🎉I PURR-PLE YOU! Lol I had to.

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Con mucho amor,

Your Jennifer

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ameliterature · 3 years

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Okay DPS Roommate HC dynamics:

Meeks + Pitts

Like a well oiled machine, they get along so well together

they have goldberg machines in there I KNOW it

they pretty much function the same way so their room is organized/ organized chaos

"Meeks, where's my-" "in your desk drawer, upper right"

Parts. PART EVERYWHERE

Pitts is also too long for his bed/blanket, so meeks will lend him his sleep socks (yes he has those)

Their radio is one of MANY machines.

they make those weird "useless" gadgets for fun

potato clock

Meeks always has the best snacks but all Pitts wants are the dinner rolls he got him <3

Meeks likes Puns and Pitts hates it. Pitts will not hesitate to diss on Meek's jokes, especially since Meeks makes them SO MUCH when they're alone :(((

Meeks and Pitts learned pig latin for fun

now they cant STOP

Neil + Todd

At first, Todd will always be in the room alone while Neil would hang out

but when they got closer, Neil would just vibe with todd more cuz they like reading/practicing lines haha

heck they're domestic asf

they share blankey (platonic) (sometimes)

neil's spot is by the radiator so they dont put stuff on it

they kinda adopted a random plant together :) (they named it Dog cuz it's funny)

"did you water dog today?" "yep, he's happy there's sunlight today"

the other poets are always confused

Both of them have very little "personal items" so their room is the most barren of the groups BUT you'd find out they have so many papers and books tucked away in several corners of their room. (maybe a few love letters hehe)

Todd's bed gets immediate sunlight and it wakes him up too often

he will go over to Neil's bed to avoid the sunlight

eventually they rock paper scissor which bed they'll sleep in

*platonically spoons your bestie*

*romantically spoons your bestie*

Charlie + Cameron

Do y'all believe in heaven/hell

you can see the "invisible" line that separates their two sides

Not that charlie is messy, he just has a LOT of stuff and Cameron is so neat, it's blinding

Cameron has the same deskset as Todd so he was MORTIFIED seeing them throw it off "YOU COULDA GIVEN IT TO ME--

Charlie's instruments are everywhere and he plays them a lot (sax, bongos, flute, a kazoo, a stupid clarinet his parents made him bring)

Cameron actually doesn't mind, Charlie's pretty good at the Sax and Bongos (he borrows his Clarinet sometimes)

Cameron likes wearing his sweater when he studies in their room

All of Cameron's pencils are sharpened. For 2 reasons.

Charlie's closet is brimming with fancy clothes. He actually lent Cameron some of his suits/sweaters

They have this unspoken rule that they ALWAYS have to knock before entering their room-- always. Especially after that one time.

Cameron is the one to wake up Charlie. always.

Charlie will sometimes scare Cameron to sleep for fun

Cameron will "accidentally leave his notes open" and Charlie can see them so he'll copy off his notes.

"Yo the Mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell lmao"

knox: "Charlie, how could you possibly know that"

"I just DO" ok??

#mitts #Meeks #Pitts #Gerard pitts #stephen meeks #steven meeks #anderperry #todd anderson #neil perry #chameron #charlie dalton #richard cameron #dps #dps hc #dead poets society #hc #head canon

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godofplumsandthunder · 3 years

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Mr. Bunny

Pairing: Chris Evans x Teacher!Reader

Warnings: Fluff, and a few swear words

A/N: This is for @the-ce-horniest-book-club Easter Egg Hunt challenge, which I totally forgot to add the “Easter Eggs” into my Drabble (oh well, I blame the weed). If you haven’t make sure to go the CE HBC and look at all the other great content that a bunch of the other members have created! They are seriously so talented. I’ve decided to throw my hat in the ring, with my first RPF fic! This is a little plot bunny (hehe... pun) that I have from a current Teacher!Chris WIP (which I blame @theycallmebecca for giving me) I’m working on. I hope y’all enjoy this, it was a little bit out of my comfort zone, but I loved writing this.

“I don’t even remember making the deal! I’m not doing it!” You heard Chris’s whine from your bedroom. Chuckling at your boyfriend’s sass, you finish tying the ribbons on your kids “Spring baskets”. It’s your first Easter at your new school, having accepted a position in Boston to be closer to Chris. So now you’re a teacher of a small class at a private school in Boston, that focuses on kids that need more specialized attention. Those little kiddos in your class were your life, and you wanted to make the class Easter party the best one yet. And if that means tricking your drunk boyfriend to take a bet you knew he’d lose, well so be it.

Hearing the soft thumps of Chris’s feet, you look up to see a fuzzy bunny, currently being attacked by a very confused Dodger. Dropping the bag, you pick Dodger up so that Chris could have some relieve. You try to stifle your laugh, it’s just that suit was hideous, and Chris couldn’t do a thing about it.

“I don’t get why you’re complaining. It’s perfect.”

Chris sighs, as he walks back to your room to change. “I can hear you laughing! You’re lucky I love you!”

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Despite his complaints, whining, and begging to get out of it, Chris went above and beyond at the party. Before class got started, he helped you lay out all of the Easter eggs around the class, laid the bags out, and even “baked” some cookies (which you knew his mom really did all the baking, but it’s the thought that counts right?). With everything ready, you sent Chris away to the teachers lounge where he we was on strict orders to hide in the teacher’s lounge.

Watching your kiddos slowly file into class, and seeing their smiles, wide eyes, and surprise, it made everything you have to put up with worth it. These kids were so special and you loved every single one of them. They had a huge ball with the Easter egg hunt, and the cookies were a smash hit. With them wound up on sugar, you send a text letting “Mr. Bunny” know it was go time.

“One, two, three, eyes on me!”- you call out-“thank you, now, I know you all have been having so much fun, but we have a special visitor!” You smile, as a knock rings out over the gasps and (loud) whispers of your class.

“Now, I wonder who that could be?” You feign surprise as you open the door, with the Easter Bunny in the door way.

“NO WAY! IT’S THE EASTER BUNNY,” Justin, one of the louder kids of the class, yell, which causes the entire class to storm Chris, nearly toppling the poor guy over. You stand back as you watch the “Easter Bunny” interact with your class. And maybe it was just your internal clocking screaming at you, but something about seeing Chris with kids, and the way he interacts with him, it just melted your insides.

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With everything put away, and the dishes cleaned, Chris plops down on the couch next to you, a beer in hand.

“How the hell do you put up with that much energy every single day?” You chuckle as you rub his back.

“I just have more practice. That or I’m Superwoman, one of the two.”

“You are Superwoman, Y/N.” He kisses you, pulling you and Dodger into a cuddle pile to watch the Charlie Brown Easter special, marking the end of an already perfect day.

#CE HBC Easter Egg Hunt #chris evans #chris evans x reader #chris evans fic #fluffy chris #easter fic #Drabble

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squeiky · 4 years

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!!!List of papyrus things!!!

(Update 3! mini update.)

For anyone who needs more info on the guy! Since you usually dont see alot of info about him!

A list of stuff thats just papyrus's tid bits i've collected overtime!

(Disclaimer: some things can be taken off of memory, though I did search most of the stuff up, so you dont have to worry too much. But if your feeling unsure, search it up! And correct me while your at it.)

his room doesn't play/have music.

(If you have reunited playing at enter his room, it'll disappear forever. Untill you go back and let it play again. Even without reunited, a song that plays no matter what room your in, doesn't play any music.)

Never takes off his battle body.

(According to sans, he only takes it off if he has no other choice too. Otherwise he'll just put clothes ontop of it, or just repaints it if needed. He does how ever, change his pants but never takes off the top.)

the minute "royal gaurd " is out of the picture, he's got nothing.

(It was the one thing he worked up for. When the royal gaurd disbands He says he "working hard on doing absolutely nothing". Then again this can be interpreted as papyrus does say he is working on something, despite not being a royal gaurd yet.)

He lies. (And can manipulate)

(Though he is really bad at lying, he seems to manipulate just fine, though its usually not out of malice. He gets undyne to befreind you by mentioning "challenge", which is a weakness of hers, since she never can turn down a challenge. And has lied about floweys name to her to. Has lied to sans or atleast mislead him about the things he knows about. Pretended he didn't know what a lab was during a call in hotland, but if you call him when sans isn't there, papyrus mentions the lab as if it was common knowledge instead of saying "Labrador-y?" As if he had no idea.)

Changes up his attacks

( if you get captured a few times, you see variation in his attacks. If you do it right, you can get him too skip half of his entire attack.)

Calls his own puzzles "Awful"

(This happens after battling papyrus, he says "WHO KNEW THAT ALL I NEEDED TO MAKE PALS... WAS TO GIVE PEOPLE AWFUL PUZZLES AND THEN FIGHT THEM??" This could be interpreted in many ways.)

Spikes, fire, traps, fencless bridges: are all safe for children, according to papyrus.

("EACH AREA HAS TO HAVE A PRECARIOUS BRIDGE" -bridge likely to collapse, dangerous. "ITS MANDATED BY THE GOVERNMENT. OF COURSE KING FLUFFYBOY WANTS TO UNMANDATE IT SAFER." "WHY?! WONT HE THINK OF THE CHILDREN?!)

Has "talked" with asgore before.

(Sadly, asgore and papyrus has crossed paths. Asgore advises him not to but dangerous puzzles around town, for the children. Papyrus wants to put dangerous puzzles around town, for the children. This results in them bickering over saftey laws, with papyrus usually winning.)

Tried to start a flowey fan club

(On multiple occasions calls flowey "his best freind" and shows genuine love for the little guy. He even gave flowey a little red scarf to match his, during the 5th anniversary winter alarm clock.)

Has photo-graphic memory for phone calls.

-call in the room where undyne chased you. He seems nervous, or atleast stressed out during this call. I'll leave any and all interpretation to you.)

(Ps: papyrus has bad memory, but good photographic memory?)

His disliking for grease

(Says this during a call with undyne in grillby's place. Undyne says she loves grease, and he quickly dismisses his opinion in favor of hers. Of course, papyrus HAS visited grillbys before, as the dogamy and doggeressa mention him with sans. )

Calls alphys "great"

(During the first tile puzzle, he praises alphys by calling her "THE GREAT DR. ALPHYS" )

Knows about undynes crush on alphus

(He teases undyne a few times on this, leading to the "hot voice" and "audible wink" papyrus lines. He's not oblivious to the things around him, unless he chooses to be.)

Put limes in his eyes!

(Conversation in hotland! The guy thought limes where cucumbers and stuck them in his eyes. When. He thought it wasn't working he put more limes. It burned like hell but he says it was all to have "mettaton's bishoning eyes")

Knows about mtt's eyes

(Nobody seems to know that mettaton has eyes?! Undyne confirms this fact. Papyrus is the only one who outright mentions it.)

He got mettaton to do the tile puzzle thing

(FOR SOME UNEXPLAINED REASON- mettaton was the tile puzzle robot alphys built. The puzzle robot papyrus had during his own tile puzzle. Infact, during mettaton's tile puzzle in hotland, he says that you'd is this a few hundred rooms ago. If you call papyrus, he starts rambling on all the instructions again. Hehe.)

he likes dinosaur oatmeal

(According to the undertale tumblr, flowey response to "whats papyrus's favorite food?" Is DINOSAUR OATMEAL!! YAY!)

really enjoys mtt's show and mtt in general.

(and mtt even helped him with a tile puzzle)

enjoys cars

Owns a car bed

(Want to drive one)

really freaking artistic!

(Paints a whole bridge, makes a snowpapyrus, made his own costume/battle body, built a okay replica of a sentry station)

The red book on the table in the skelebro's house is infact his!

(For specifics, the quantum mechanics book with infinite books inside of it. It isn't specified who reads it, but both brothers should be capable as jokes and puns are not out of papyrus wardrobe.)

has his own shed and tools.

(Also known as "the punishment shed, doghouse, cpature zone, guest room, a garage" or undyne's pun which was "the coolshed". Ah, to be enriched by shed puns... Wonderful.)

tried to learn the "horoscope"

(Got "stumped" according to sans)

thinks junior jumble is harder than crossword

wants a 6 pairs of hot pants and 6 pairs of legs to wear those pants

has a dream of owning a shop where he just sells flames

(Call near in waterfall, near the turtle man shop.)

He's very influential

(If he's the only one killed in a neutral run, even without undyne, a revolution will still occur. Look into it yourself if need be.)

Called himself a genius

(During the instance, where he talks to you after turning the light on in sans's room.)

Can't really tell when someones mad

(He couldn't tell when undyne was mad at him during a call. He asks us too.)

Doesn't watch anime.

(He thinks its like cartoons for babies. Jokes around with undyne for awhile before taking it all back once he knew she watched anime.-during one of the calls.)

Brutal kind of guy

(He says this himself, i don't exactly know WHY he thinks this of himself, but he does.)

Bookworm

Owns a bookshelf

(He has a book Its where his vast dictionary comes from.

Knows about the time and space manipulation tactics sans uses.

(HE KNOWS- HE MENTIONS IT WHEN HE TURNS ON THE LIGHT IN SANS'S ROOM!!)

believes you can be a better person, if you just try.

(And he's right. Even if you kill him he still believes this, beacuse well.. Its true. Undyne wont forgive you and try to kill you, sans won't fight you, bht he's still right either way)

Knows about river person

(He asks about how river person is doing. No body seems to know about river person, and its unsure if undyne knows about their prescence.)

The days in his date scene (Monday, Tuesday, weekday, Thursday,e.c.t ) changes depending on your computer. Even though the date in undertale is always Monday.

(River person has a scheduled thing that matches up to your computer date as well, but this is about papyrus, not river person.)

Weird abilities

(Flying and super speedy twirling, flying backwards. He doesn't even hide it.)

He's pretty freaking tough!

(According to undyne, the person who defeated asgore.)

His "absolutely normal attack" is a giant cluster of bones.

(In theory, his attack could be the size of the entire area, including the giant bone at the end.)

Papyrus can lower the giant bone at the end of his "absolutely normal attack"

Has Collection of bones (or was planning to make one.)

(The room behind the sink was made for.. His attacks/bones. Before toby(dog)came in and made a shrine instead.)

Is annoying dog's favorite target.

Has a cannon, spears, fire thingy, and a dog at his disposal.

(Displayed during the bridge scene)

One persistent dude.

Likes to say "NYEHEHE!"

Has alot of MTT items.

Owns makeup!

(Mtt brand of course!)

Never dated anyone before.

(He says it himself.)

owns a dating manual

Not much of a sleeper.

(To the point where he just calls sleeping "naps" which aren't that long. He outright says he's always working, so he doesn't sleep.)

Dislikes hotland

dislikes hotland x2

Dislikes hotlands puzzles

Dislikes hotlands ethics.

Doesnt know much about hotland

(Says he knows it like the back of his hand!)

Says he never taken off his gloves, so he has no idea how his hands look like.

(He wears gloves or mittens on top of his gloves. And refuses to take it off, like his "battle body")

Calls hotland's steam puzzles garbage.

Dislikes hotlands conveyors

Thinks L1 and R2 stand for left and right

( Of course, it takes him awhile. He starts making puns, and tries to compare the words to pasta, and THEN comes to the conclusion that its left and right. Its Trail and error.-)

Knows about death.

(Said he wanted to meet death one time during a waterfall call.)

He pauses when speaking as a lost soul.

("I MUST CAPTURE A HUMAN! THEN EVERYONE WILL. ...." This is unusual as he is the only one that pauses. This can be interpreted, but it is rather interesting nonetheless)

Alright this is a bit more interpretive. Things may not be 100% facts down here.

Disclaimer: i will be putting "Interpretive" in red coloring for things that have may my interpretation or opinions in! Please do be mindful in your search, and take it with a grain of salt. It doesn't make it comepelty wrong, it has facts! Just muddled with oppinions.

Ready?

self-worth problems.

( can be called interpretive: He always feels very unimportant, as if he doesn't actually matter. During a call in waterfall, with the puddle hallway, papyrus talks about not letting it "get to you" or something along the lines of that. Since undyne speaks from her experience with the puddles, then i'd assume papyrus would too.)

(I think its just a sign of self doubt or insecurity. Someone once said its dysphoria, which is a cool headcannon for paps or something. What ever it is, he has some demons that he doesn't want to let out.)

Forgetable.

( according to the genocide description)

( Interpretive: Other than that, he's not even noticable. Though, there are a few people that appreciate him, most dont really acknowledge him. Unless you kill him of course!)

Sad/depressed?

( interpreitive as well:Before the human showed up, sans explains how his brother was feeling quite down lately. We see a.. Happier side of papyrus through out our journey.. He vents out to us, the player/human, about things he dislikes, or troubles he faces. Hes like a froggit. Life is hard for a froggit.)

Smiles through things.

("This is where I tried to capture you! What a bad memory." -quote he says as he smiles through it all. He does have a sad emote, but so far i have only seen it during a call in hotland, where the CORE was shown. As your adventure is coming close.. To an end.)

Uses his playful "OUCH!" emote when you straight up kill him. Instead of his hurting/in pain emote when flowey catches him off guard before absorbing everyonesones souls.

(The reason is unkown, but that emote is normally associated with more of "light taps." Examples are, toriel's fireballs at asgore and flowey. Unless... Cutting off his head was considered a "light tap" then, but flowey wrapping him in painful vines is considered more painful than getting his head chopped off and still having enough consciousness to joke about it.)

He knows his cooking sucks and that nobody likes it.

(He's not naive. He knows. He even says it. "Nobody has like my cooking before!" - QUOTE. This isn't some hidden fact. He's trying his best, "mabye next year, he might even make something edible." -sans quote.)

That was all the stuff i gathered for now.

Feel free to tell me anything i haven't added! :)

yeah, hes a pretty cool dude, ain't he?

(Edit: i've added some new things to the bunch, and fixed/deleted ome opinions or unrelated junk. Please, continue helping me add!)

#papyrus #papyrus quote #undertale #undertale facts 101 #sans and papyrus

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animatedarchives · 4 years

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CHEMISTRY

— 𝐊𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐎 𝐓𝐄𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐎

author’s note: hi guys! this is based off of a conversation i had with @velvetfireworks about dozing off in class hehe ^^ it’s pretty cringey and cheesy but i thought it was cute :> enjoy!~

genre: fluff

warning: none, just school being sucky and some nerdy chemistry puns bc i love science

word count: 1.7k words

“Each carbon atom is sp3 hybridised and covalently bonded to four other carbon atoms to form a tetrahedral structure, making it insoluble in water and...”

I’m so tired.

The lecturer droned on and on in his awfully monotonous voice, his words going right over your head. You rubbed your face exasperatedly and sat up straight in your chair, trying your best to stay awake.

Maybe you should have gotten more rest last night. But how could you? Especially given all the assignments that were due this week. You groaned. Either way, you just wanted this class to be over.

Your eyes flicked to the clock mounted on the wall at the front of the hall, watching painfully as it ticked at an agonisingly slow pace.

Just… half an hour more…

You shook your head to will the sleepiness away, tightening the grip on your pen as you attempted to listen to the lecture once more. But the exhaustion from your allnighter last night was too much, and it fizzled out any determination you had to stay awake. Your body seemed to act against the pleas of your mind, and your eyelids slowly began to droop.

No! Need to... listen… to...

Your eyes eventually drifted shut and you felt instant relief wash over you. As much as you wanted to stay awake, you had no more energy to pry your eyelids apart.

Okay… Maybe just… five minutes…

You leaned back in your chair and gave in to your exhaustion, letting yourself be overtaken by sleep.

A few minutes passed and finally, you began to stir, your brain slowly starting back up again after your short nap.

Mmm, my pillow… So soft… Maybe I can sleep for a while longer— Wait.

Your eyes snapped open.

I don’t have a pillow.

You rubbed your face sleepily and assessed your situation, your eyes widening in horror as you realised you had ended up falling asleep on the shoulder of the person next to you.

“Oh my- I am so sorry!” you jerked away from them, the top of your head colliding with their chin.

“Ow-”

“SORRY SORRY SORRY, I’M SO SORRY!” you apologised profusely.

In your frenzy, you knocked your pencil case off your table, sending your stationery flying. You cursed under your breath and fumbled around, trying to get your things — and yourself — together. The stranger bent down and helped to pick up some of your pens, and although you were grateful, it deepened the guilt you felt in the pit of your stomach for causing them so much inconvenience.

“I’m so sorry,” you repeated again, turning to face him.

He chuckled. “For a smart girl, you sure have some limited vocabulary,” he said, approaching you and handing you back your pens. You scoffed at the backhanded compliment but kept your smile nonetheless.

“Thank you… uh…” you trailed off, not knowing how to address him.

“The name’s Kuroo Tetsuro.”

“Mine is L/N Y/N!” you smiled politely. “Thank you, Kuroo.”

You were now very much awake and able to take in his appearance, an opportunity you missed during the earlier commotion. He wasn’t dressed in anything too outlandish; it was rather simple honestly — a white tee, a black jacket, some black joggers with a red stripe going down the side, and matching red shoes to accentuate the pop of colour. His jet black hair was spiked up as well, but strangely, not all of it. For some reason, he allowed his bangs to fall across the right side of his face instead of spiking it up like the rest. It was unusual, but strangely... rather charming.

“It’s not very polite to stare, you know.”

You blushed at his comment and whipped your head to look at anything else but him.

“I- I wasn’t staring!” you denied, hoping your face wasn’t as red as it felt.

“Sure you weren’t,” he smirked.

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t stop smiling. Who was this guy? You’d barely even met him, yet you felt so comfortable around him. It was like you were naturally drawn to him. Attracted, even. You shook your head and cleared your throat, pushing those thoughts to the back of your mind.

“So uh, how much did I miss?” you asked.

“We just finished up the rest of this chapter on chemical bonding,” he replied. You groaned, dreading how much you’d have to study tonight in order to catch up on what you missed during the lecture. There was no way this could get worse.

And of course, just as you thought that, a dark splotch on Kuroo’s jacket caught your eye and you mentally slapped yourself as your eyes widened in embarrassment.

“Please tell me that isn’t what I think it is…” you said as you buried your face in your hands.

Confused, Kuroo followed your line of sight until it landed on a wet spot on his jacket, just below the curve of his shoulder — the very one you were sleeping on. He made a face and you had never felt more embarrassed in your entire life.

“Oh my gosh, please let me make it up to you! I’ll buy you lunch!” you sputtered out. You had to repay him somehow, not just because you’d used him as a pillow during Chemistry class but because there was now a huge spot of your drool on his clothes to show for it.

He chuckled at your flusteredness. “Lunch sounds great.”

He suggested going to his favourite food place, claiming it had the best grilled salted mackerel pike in the world. You agreed and followed him — it was only fair he chose where to eat after everything you’d put him through. As you neared the stall, you caught a whiff of the delicious grilled fish, causing your mouth to water and you licked your lips excitedly. The waitress greeted you at the entrance and motioned you to follow her inside as she led you to your seats.

“A table for two for the lovely couple,” she gestured towards the table. “Enjoy your date!” she smiled.

Your cheeks started to heat up and you shook your head vigorously at the misunderstanding. “N-no! This isn’t-” you tried to correct her but your protests fell on deaf ears as she was already walking away.

“Wow, do you not want to go on a date? You wound me,” he placed his hand over his heart in mock hurt.

“NO NO NO IT’S JUST-”

“Oh, so you do want to go on a date with me?”

“WHA- NO- I MEAN-”

“I’m teasing, kid,” he laughed and ruffled your hair. “Sit down.”

You let out a sigh as you both took your seats. You were a complete mess today. He didn’t seem to mind though. In fact, he seemed to find it pretty amusing.

You peered over your menu to look at the boy sitting across you. It was hard to believe you’d only met a while ago considering you were now having lunch at his favourite food place, talking like you were old friends. And you couldn’t help but feel something warm starting to bubble within your chest.

“Staring again?” he asked without even needing to look at you. You quickly snapped out of your thoughts.

“NO!” you retorted and lifted the menu up to cover your red face.

The two of you placed your orders and the rest of lunch went without a hitch. You were surprised with how easily conversation came with Kuroo and how naturally you guys got along together.

“So, grilled salted mackerel pike huh?” you asked.

“Yeah, this place is famous for it. It’s my favourite food,” he replied in between mouthfuls. “Docosahexaenoic acid is good for the brain, you know.”

“Wow, didn’t know you were such a nerd.”

“Better than someone who sleeps in class and drools on people.”

“HEY!”

Everything was just so easy with him, and your mind kept drifting back to the waitress’s words. Was this really a date? And more importantly, did you want it to be a date? You’d only just gotten to know him a few hours ago but the chemistry between you was undeniable. The warm feeling in your chest returned and honestly, you’d be lying if you said you didn’t want to hold on to it a little longer. But lunch was coming to an end and you knew you’d have to let go.

“That was a great meal,” Kuroo said, satisfaction written all over his face. Thanks for the ‘date’ kid,” Kuroo chuckled at the term the waitress used. Your heart skipped a beat and you willed yourself not to blush again or give anything away.

“You’re welcome, old man,” you smiled innocently at the term you used. He’d kept calling you ‘kid’ so it was only fair that you returned the favour. You’d never admit it but you secretly liked it that he gave you a nickname. He smiled at you and shook his head at your silly antics.

Both of you stood outside the shop, not really knowing what else to say. You knew it was time to part ways since you’d already given him what you owed, but neither of you wanted to say goodbye.

“Well, I guess I’d better get back home… I’ve got to catch up on what I missed out during the lecture anyway,” you laughed nervously, trying to break the silence.

“Yeah, I guess this was a good bonding session, huh,” he grinned lopsidedly, but you could tell it didn’t quite reach his eyes. Even so, you laughed at his dorkiness. You were going to miss it.

“Well, I’ll get going then,” you said, turning to leave. “Oh and uh, sorry about your jacket,” you smiled sheepishly.

Kuroo perked up in sudden realisation. “Oh wait! Speaking of…” he closed the distance between you, rummaging through his bag and fishing out the black jacket he’d previously taken off. “Here,” he said, shoving it into your arms.

You looked at him and raised an eyebrow. “What’s this? A keepsake?” you snickered.

“Pfft, you wish,” he smirked. “It has your saliva on it. You wash it,” he said.

You cringed at the truth in his words and folded it over your arms. “Alright, I’ll wash it and give it back to you tomorrow.”

He grinned devilishly with a mischievous glint in his eye, and suddenly you understood his true intentions. You couldn’t help but smile like an idiot.

“Good. Now I’ve got an excuse to see you again tomorrow.”

Damn this clever nerd.

He’s good.

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otonymous · 4 years

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A Bolt From The Blue (MLQC Shaw - NSFW) - Part IV (End): Courage, My Love

Description: The final chapter. The Big Bang 😉 Warnings: NSFW/18+: Explicit/graphic language & mature themes — reader discretion is advised. Potential trigger warnings: physically aggressive behaviour, ex-boyfriends, angst, size kink, profanity, vaginal fingering and intercourse Word Count: 4237 words (~21 mins of thrills, real talk, fluff and smut) Author’s Notes: To all the lovelies who have been patiently following this story: you’ve made it! 🥳 Welcome to the final chapter in this Shaw saga, where we aim to go out with a massive bang (pun intended 😆). Once again, thank you all for every like, reblog, and comment I’ve received on this story. You are all amazing, and I appreciate your support! 💕

As always, tagging the lovely @op-peccatori — I hope you enjoyed this story! I certainly had lots of fun writing this! Please note the potential trigger warnings listed above, dear readers, and happy reading!

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The quiet is back.

But there is no peace, no relief in the monotony that follows after the man known as Shaw burst into your life like a bolt from the blue, stirring up long forgotten feelings like dead leaves animated by a carefree wind — here one minute, gone the next.

And with each passing day, hope erodes.

Little by little, your heart learns not to race as the clock above the magazine rack approaches 1:30.

It becomes harder to remember the sound purple sneakers made walking through the store.

You stop hoping, wishing, to see a head of lavender hair; that the next person to approach the register would place a cup of Pepsi mixed with Coke on the counter, amber-eyed gaze speaking volumes without uttering a single word.

Days become weeks, and then eventually…

…you stop counting them altogether.

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“You’re looking good. I see you’re doing well for yourself.”

He reaches for the jade pendant hanging around your neck, eyes flashing with amusement when you hit his hand away with an audible smack.

“What the hell do you want? Haven’t you already done enough?” You say through grit teeth, steps quickening as you head for the better lit part of the street, trying to outpace the man and silently cursing the fact that returning to the convenience store was no longer an option at this point.

“C’mon baby, don’t be like that. It took a lot of effort to track you down and I waited a very long time for you to get off work. It’s cold, dark and lonely out here. Is that any way to treat your boyfriend? Or friend, at least?”

“ ‘Ex-boyfriend,’ asshole, and you’re no friend of mine, especially not after the way you took my life’s savings and ran.”

“Baby, it wasn’t like that—”

“Oh yeah?! Did you try telling that to the loan sharks too before they came and trashed my place? I had to move, Leto, because it wasn’t safe for me anymore, not with the way they kept harassing me and the neighbours asking about your whereabouts. They even came to my office. I lost my fucking job. So don’t come around here and tell me that I’m doing well for myself.”

Breaking into a sprint, your mind races as you try to think of a way to lose your ex, anger and anxiety prickling every nerve in equal measure. He had ruined your life, singlehandedly taken away everything you had. And though you had known him once, desperation has a way of making monsters out of men.

And right now, for all you knew, he was desperate and dangerous.

“Please, I just want to talk. I don’t need much this time, just a little bit to get me through this rough patch. I’ll pay you back, I swear, just…just STOP FOR A MOMENT!—”

You shriek to feel Leto wrap his hand about your wrist, but before he could tighten his grip, another arm is thrown around your shoulder, pulling you back until you’re pressed up against a hard, muscular chest, staring at a close up of Snoopy riding a skateboard.

“You got business with my girl?”

That voice. Dangerous and cocksure, yet comforting like nothing else as the muffled words reverberate through the tiny bones of your ear, a prelude to the soothing ba-bump of his heart, rhythm steady and concrete as the ground upon which you stood.

Shaw.

He’s really here.

“Hehe. Your girl?” The derision in Leto’s voice makes you sick to your stomach; you can’t help but hold your breath, waiting for the other shoe to drop as he looks Shaw up and down, zeroing in on his old t-shirt. “Tsk, tsk. So, not only do you enjoy wearing second hand clothing, you also have the habit of picking up sloppy seconds?”

BOOM!

Deafening thunder rolls moments after a bolt of lightning rends the night sky in two, throwing a jagged spotlight on the fury written on Shaw’s face when he moves just as fast to grab a fistful of Leto’s collar. The muscles of his forearm bulge as he holds up the entirety of Leto’s bodyweight in one hand, the sky opening in a sudden downpour as your ex struggles in midair, rain dripping almost comically from dangling feet.

And when Shaw brings Leto’s terrified face up close, the ferocity in those amber eyes sends a chill up your spine.

“This is the last time you’ll ever talk to her, see her, even think about her. Or else I’ll find you and take my sweet time making you wish you were never born, do you understand me?”

Head bobbing in vigorous nods, drops of water fly off the tips of Leto’s rain-slicked hair. Seemingly satisfied, Shaw tosses him onto the ground at your feet, voice low yet audible as it cuts through the din of the storm when he says, “Beg for her forgiveness.”

The fear in his expression almost palpable, Leto looks between you and Shaw — cowardice etched onto features you had once found so pleasing a lifetime ago. He prostrates himself onto the wet pavement, voice cracking in between sobs as he yells over the sound of the rain:

“P-please…please forgive me! I’m a piece of shit! I’m nothing, I’m garbage! I…I deserve to go to Hell for what I did to you! I-I’m so sorry! Please forgive me!”

Leto reaches out a shaky hand towards your soaked shoes before he remembers Shaw’s warning, but it is too late. Black combat boots hit the concrete hard within an inch of Leto’s face as Shaw stoops, yanking back a fistful of hair and pulling until your ex is looking up at you like a pitiful supplicant begging for mercy.

“Satisfied?” Shaw looks to you as if he were asking about something as mundane as the weather. You nod, suddenly too tired to even speak. You wanted to wash your hands of Leto, wanted nothing to do with all that had happened since you finished your shift at the convenience store. All you could do was watch as Leto scrambled away on all fours the moment Shaw loosened his hold, running until he was nothing more than a speck of darkness merging with the night.

The rain is cold, wetness driving against your body to leech even the final bits of warmth from bone. Your clothes are drenched, heavy as they cling uncomfortably to skin. But you are too drained to care, lacking the energy to even notice when the dim light of the streetlamp above is blotted out — Shaw holding his leather jacket over your head in the place of an umbrella.

All you are aware of before your vision goes dark is the anxiety in his voice when he calls your name over and over again, how weightless it felt to be carried in the cradle of his arms.

How much you missed the scent you thought you had learned to forget.

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“Finally awake, Sleeping Beauty?”

You opened your eyes to gaze into irises of warm amber, the situation similar to one you experienced before except for the fact that this time, you were the one lying in bed, staring at a man who sat on its edge, brows knit with concern beneath soft lavender strands.

“If you slept for any longer, I would’ve had to knock on your neighbour’s door.” Shaw chuckles but the sound is hollow, mirthlessness obvious like the blanched knuckles of his tightly clenched fists.

“What…how did we…” You begin, voice raspy as it dies, a sudden sharp pain in your throat making you wince.

And immediately, Shaw is on his feet, rummaging through cupboards in your kitchen until he finds a glass. You watch him run the tap, fill it to the brim. Feel the strength of his arm around your back as he holds you up, touch lingering even as you down the water in gulps to chase the discomfort away.

“You passed out not long after your douchebag of an ex ran off with his tail between his legs. I found your keys in your purse, so I let myself into your apartment — hope you don’t mind. Although, to be fair, I was also carrying you at the time, so it’s not really breaking and entering.”

Head feeling like it would explode as the events of the evening come rushing back, you turn towards him…slowly…slowly, afraid Shaw might disappear before your eyes should any movement prove too sudden.

Thank him. Now. Before he goes away again.

He is close, so close that you can count those long, beautiful lashes; almost feel the minuscule shifts in the air between you every time he blinks — those pupils encroaching onto gold as they expand and pulling you into their depths as they do.

“Why are you doing this?”

He doesn’t flinch at your question, and you can’t bring yourself to be shocked by the discrepancy between what you meant to say and the words actually spilling from your lips. And as the grey memory of days spent counting the hours of his absence settles like lead in the pit of your stomach, the only thing you knew was that your heart couldn’t survive latching onto this sliver of hope only to have it ripped away again.

All you wanted…was the truth.

“Because I can’t stand to see you sad anymore.”

There is no smirk to stretch across that handsome face, only pain that hurts your heart to see it. Resignation heavy in his voice, Shaw takes a deep breath before he continues.

“Turns out I’m weak when it comes to you. Selfish. I know I’m no good for you; there’s no future with me. I can’t give you anything, can’t even promise you tomorrow, but…I just can’t stop thinking about you. Wondering how you are. Whether you’re eating well, sleeping well. If you’re safe…happy.

“Tonight wasn’t supposed to happen. I just wanted to make sure you got home okay, that some asshole wasn’t going to hassle you at work. But then your ex showed up and when he tried to get fresh with you, well…I couldn’t let that slide.

“Listen, I don’t know what’s wrong with me but…I’m sorry, if I ever made you sad, if I scared you. I’m sorry for everything.”

His gaze drops to the rip in his jeans, the drip, drip of the leaky faucet the only sound in the ensuing silence of his confession. That is, until you say,

“I’m sorry too…that you’re such an idiot.”

His head whips up, brows furrowed and mouth slack as if caught in a rare moment of speechlessness. The shock makes him seem years younger, lending him an air of innocence that you couldn’t help but smile at.

“In case it wasn’t obvious, I’m a grown woman, capable of making my own decisions. I’m not so naïve that I don’t know what I would be getting into by being with you. You say you can’t promise me tomorrow, but tomorrow isn’t promised to anyone. All we can ask for — hope for — is the here and now.

“Love takes courage, as does life. But a life without love…it’s not much of a life, is it? So I’m willing to be brave if that’s what it’ll take for us to be together.”

As quickly as they came, the words are gone, leaving you cotton-mouthed and faint as your heart pounds to send the blood rushing to your ears. That could’ve been the only explanation as to why Shaw’s “I knew there was a reason why I loved you” sounded so muffled you had to ask him to repeat himself.

“Too bad, I only say things once.”

And there it is again: the spark in his eyes, smirk on those lips — igniting the fire you only allowed yourself to feel in dreams of his body on yours, skin to skin like kindling to flame.

“Are you that single-minded about everything?” You ask, the smile on your face mirroring his as it approaches closer…

“Only when it comes to not letting go of the one I care about.”

…closer…

“Tell me one thing.” Your voice is barely above a whisper.

…and closer still.

Lips now a hair’s breadth apart, the gentle rhythm of his exhalation blows soft upon your cupid’s bow; a shy request. Your vision is filled with him, wonderfully awash with colour — lavender, amber, the soft pink of his mouth — and you wished you were the very clothes upon his body; saturated in his intensity, dyed in his hues.

His eyes fixate on your tongue when you wet your lips before asking, “That night, when you were hurt so badly you passed out in my store…why did you still insist on coming in?”

Shaw’s breath catches, hitching in his throat. You know because you can feel it, the way the warmth stops short on your skin. And when he speaks, the eyes that hold yours tell you this is no lie.

“Because if it was going to be the last night of my life, I didn’t want to go without seeing your face one more time.”

Love is a funny thing. Formless, senseless, yet the strongest thing that could bind two strangers. You hadn’t known Shaw for long, could count the days you spent together on one hand. And still, entirely without reason, he bled into each and every hour, crept into the darkest corners of your mind to fill your weary heart with a desperation that made it very clear that love was far from done with you.

That right or wrong, the only place you wanted to be was here — held in the arms that wrapped around your body: hot, tight, safe…

…Shaw.

His lips are softer than you ever imagined when he brings his face to yours, plush silk gliding corner to corner to cover your mouth in reverent kisses — one for each night he came into your store, watched over you from afar.

Your stalwart protector.

You tasted it now, the remnants of cinnamon on his tongue from the gum he was so fond of chewing, intensified by the memory of all the times you wondered about its flavour: pink bubbles popping in his mouth as he coolly dealt with the robber, the night you emptied his pockets as your neighbour stitched him up on your bed.

Shaw tasted sweet. Far sweeter than you ever imagined.

And when his tongue slides against yours — slow and sure as it explores your mouth with increasing fervour before drawing back just as you clenched around emptiness, yearning for more, the beast within you refuses to abide.

You like the shock that passes over his face when you move, sudden and forceful, to push him onto the mattress beneath you; the artless way Shaw sinks teeth into his bottom lip in response. You like how he watches as you straddle his hips — gaze earnest and body honest, hardening as you grind undulating circles upon his groin.

But, perhaps most of all, you liked the spark of something wild in those amber eyes, an unpredictability warning that if you weren’t careful, you’d be the one to find yourself pinned to the bed.

Because wasn’t that ultimately the push-and-pull that characterized so much between you and him? Maddening at times, but always, always binding you to Shaw like some red string of fate.

So you nod when he whispers “May I?”, unable to suppress a moan to finally feel his hands on you: tracing along your jaw, cradling your face…resting the pad of his finger on your lip before pushing past to stroke your tongue.

Every sound he makes pleases; the soft hiss preceding the bob of his Adam’s apple to feel your lips pucker around his finger to suck, pink tongue enticing as it swirls along the length of that digit, drawing it deeper into the hot wetness of your mouth.

You never saw yourself as seductive before, but Shaw made you feel sexy. Perhaps the impulse stemmed from some primitive desire, an instinctive call to please the man you felt so profoundly for that shame was the farthest thing from your mind when you pulled his hand from your lips to guide it to your breast, only partially aware of how wet you were becoming from his gaze alone — half-lidded and heavy with lust.

The heat of his touch permeates your blouse, white and transparent still in patches from the rain. You watch his hands as they play: cupping your breasts in a gentle squeeze, thumbs and forefingers catching your nipples to pinch and roll until they stood stiff against the drape of your clothing, the flush of your flesh bold through fabric.

“You’re so beautiful that there are times I think you can’t possibly be real.”

His voice is low, husky. You let it wash over you, almost frightened by how stupidly happy you become, willing the magic to linger even as his words dissipate amongst the sounds of the night: neon buzzing and the faraway screams of sirens in the distance.

A world apart.

Your hands find the broad expanse of his chest, tracing along muscle before circling the nipples that stood erect against his damp t-shirt. Each twitch is endearing, every erratic breath he draws to feel your touch making you fall harder. And when he tries to focus on unbuttoning your blouse while fighting the impulse to tear it clean off your body, the stirring between your legs grows in intensity until he finally pulls the silken panels aside, a quiet gasp escaping his lips to see his necklace nestled between your breasts.

“It really does belong on you.”

The admiration in his tone is laced with a hint of possessiveness that makes you throb. Shaw pushes himself to sitting, gathering you onto his lap in one smooth motion as he buries his face in your chest, inhaling deep. You gasp to feel gentle teeth sink into the flesh of your breasts, Shaw following the chain of precious metal with his lips until it leads to the pendant. And when his tongue slips out to draw the piece of jade into his mouth, he brings your nipple along with it.

“Oh!…”

The sensation is unlike any you’ve known before, the soft wetness of his pliant tongue a searing contrast with the cool, smooth stone rubbing against the sensitive tip of your breast in equal measure. You feel his smile on your skin when you fist your hands into lavender hair, spine curving as your legs begin to tremble.

And he had yet to touch you below the waist.

“Your body responds so well to me. I knew you were a good girl.” He looks up at you, teasing shamelessly even as he continues to lavish attention on your breasts.

“Just your girl, if you’ll have me,” you say without second thought, long past the point of caring to keep your cards close to your chest.

Something breaks in that expression, the final walls crumbling like dust when Shaw blinks once…twice, revealing eyes that shine with emotion when he replies, “For the rest of my life, if you’ll have me.”

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“Hmm!—”

Your moan is muffled, swallowed by Shaw’s greedy lips like he does with every sound of ecstasy that leaks like you do around his cock, buried impossibly deep in your body as it rocks back and forth, back and forth on his muscular thighs…

…doing your best to adjust to his ample size.

He had barely suppressed a chuckle when you first slipped your hand into his jeans, a subtle mix of pride and amusement on his face to see your eyes widen when you couldn’t quite wrap palm and fingers around the entirety of his girth.

And foreplay had only just begun.

“Still doing okay?” Shaw asks, touch tender as he brushes loose strands of hair from your eyes, lips smoothing along the apple of your cheek to feel its pink heat. “We can go as slow as you want, there’s no rush. If it’s too much, we can stop—”

“No! No…I’m okay. More than okay, I’m great. Please…please don’t stop…don’t stop…”

Struggling to string words together, your breath comes in disjointed pants as Shaw begin to thrust up — the look on his face effortlessly sensual when he bites his lip to feel you spasm around him, tight wetness yielding in increments to accommodate his body as it broke new ground.

For you had never taken a man of that size, the litheness of Shaw’s muscular body belying the impressive package he’d been hiding in those jeans. Your jaw ached just to look upon the length of that thick cock, mouth watering as a fresh wave of arousal made you press your thighs tighter together. The movement didn’t go unnoticed. Shaw had drawn you to him then — deft fingers dipping low to trace the outline of your swollen folds through moist panties, lavender head bending to kiss its lacy trim.

He took his time preparing you, licking his fingers before he eased them into your pussy — first one, then two…curling deep until the slippery sounds of arousal told him the time was ripe to introduce the third, leaving you blooming for him even as he whispered, “Think you’re ready for me to make you my girl for real?”

It borders on overwhelming, this sensation of fullness — between your legs, within your heart. And as skin stretched to capacity to accommodate the sweet friction of his slide, you wished there was a way for the euphoria of this connection to last forever:

To the one you could never forget, no matter how hard you tried.

To this man you loved like no other.

“Shaw.”

His name is faint on your breath when he falls back onto the bed, taking you with him. And as you found yourself straddling his hips once more, the altered angles of your bodies gave him the leverage to make you gasp when he begins to thrust in earnest. The eroticism of his face, lost in lust, drives all thoughts from your mind as you drop a hand to your clit, fingers drawing tight circles before his hungry eyes.

The violence of your climax takes you by surprise, having no time to consider neighbours and thin walls as the lewdest sounds escape your lips at high volume. Intense convulsions wracking your body in waves, you clench in time around your lover. The sensation proves too much to bear, drawing out Shaw’s own release as he pulls out to spill onto the folds of your pussy — swollen and pink and trembling still beneath the coat of his pearlescent seed.

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“I love you.”

Morning light trickles across your walls like the slow crawl of spidery legs. Shaw’s words hang in the air between you, a final, sacred moment shared between lovers before the rest of the world wakes.

You loved the hoarseness in his voice; a testament to the hours of noisy lovemaking you had shared in lieu of sleep.

You loved the weight of his hand, stroking softly at the crown of your head.

You loved the rhythm of his heart, echoing just below your ear to confirm his existence.

“I love you too.”

You look up into those amber eyes, trying to discern whether those four little words were sufficient in conveying that fact that you adored every fibre of the man before you.

The smile that graces his face in return is tender, honest…more brilliant than the day breaking in the East.

Your hands find his body, bare beneath the sheets. And as a curious finger traces along the ridge of the scar that runs in a broad stroke across his sculpted abdomen, your gaze falls on his t-shirt, draped over the back of a chair.

“You should probably throw that Snoopy shirt away, especially after what happened last night.”

Shaw follows your line of sight, chest rising and falling in a deep sigh. “Shitty as its previous owner was, I could never bring myself to hate something that reminds me of you. Aside from saving my ass, this was the first gift you ever gave me. And I never throw away gifts from my girl.”

His girl.

The mystery of life is that filled with unknowns though it is, we continue to live, brave in the face of the uncertainty that comes with every passing day. You had no idea what fate had in store for you or Shaw, had no way of knowing if your relationship existed on borrowed time.

The only thing you were certain of was that your feelings for each other were real, that try as you might, neither of you were very good at forgetting the other. That in this moment, here and now, the only thing that mattered was this love that hit you…

…like a bolt from the blue.

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aalissy · 3 years

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Cooking Together

Happy Monday everyone!! Day 10 is done and I hope you guys enjoy it <3. I will always love the love square cooking and baking together! It’s one of my favorite things hehe. Lemme know what you think <3

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“Are you ready to get started!” Marinette beamed at him as Chat just swooped into the bakery. She had a clean apron on, a small smirk on her face as she held one out to him as well. A small black cat was printed on it, the bottom text reading I’m an expurrt.

“Well, I wouldn’t exactly say I’m an expurrt, but I’m flattered you think so!” Chat winked at her before taking the apron. Plopping it over his head, he grinned down at the small cat on his chest. Looking back up at Marinette, he chuckled. “Where did you even manage to find this? I didn’t know they made cat pun aprons.”

She giggled, her laughter making his smile grow even wider. “I spent ages looking for that. I’m glad you noticed! Now, come follow me. Those croissants aren’t going to make themselves, you know.”

“I’m furry glad that you are taking time out of your day to help me make them, by the way, purrincess.” Chat jogged up to her, looking forward to making one of the most delicious treats in the world. And Marinette made the best ones in Paris so he had the best teacher.

Marinette shook her head at him, looking at him out of the corner of her eye. “You know, I wouldn’t have bought you that apron if I knew that every one of your sentences would include a pun.”

He pouted, running his fingers over the cat pun as he blinked his eyes at her. “But I’m an expurrt, you said so yourself.”

She giggled at him as her bluebell eyes glimmered teasingly. “An expurrt at puns, purrhaps.”

Chat gasped exaggeratedly, leaning towards her as he whispered in her ear, “Did you just make a pun?”

Marinette’s face turned a bright pink before she shoved him away lightly. “I have been known to purrtake once in a while,” she said with another bright grin.

“How very clawver of you, purrincess!” Chat gave her a smirk. Neither of the two spoke for a few short minutes. They stood, staring into each other’s eyes before a light ding broke their small trance.

Marinette jumped up first, rubbing her hands together as she turned to look at the counter. “Well, let’s get started! Like I said, these croissants aren’t going to bake themselves and the sooner we get started the sooner we can eat some!”

“That’s my favorite part!” he chirped, standing close to her as he blinked down at the ingredients she had laid out before him.

“Mine too,” Marinette giggled as she grabbed the flour. Chat watched in curiosity as she began pouring ingredients into a bowl. Her tongue stuck out in concentration as her fingers moved with practiced ease. “Now, you want to start with the dough first. You’re going to want to put flour, water, milk, sugar, yeast, and salt together in a bowl. I’ve measured everything out beforehand, but I can write down the measurements for you before you leave.”

He nodded, still fascinated with the bowl she was filling. His hands twitched at his sides as he leaned closer, murmuring quietly, “Wow, you’re so good at that.”

“Thanks!” Marinette giggled back before sliding the finished bowl over to him. “Now, you’re going to want to start mixing and kneading the dough we’ve made!”

He blinked down at the bowl blankly for a moment before lifting his head in determination. “Right!” Chat spoke eagerly before following her instructions. He was going to do this perfectly! He was a superhero, after all. Sure, he had never baked before but it didn't seem too difficult from what he had researched online. Plus, he had the best teacher in the world looking over his shoulder.

“Great job, kitty!” She grinned, watching as he kneaded the dough. Her head brushed against his shoulder and he shot a soft look down at her before returning his attention to the bowl in front of him. Giggling, she then pointed at his apron. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were an expurrt!”

Chat chuckled, not able to stop himself from looking at her smiling face once again. His hands slowed slightly as he murmured, “I’m only an expurrt because you’re here to help me. I’m sure this would be a much bigger disaster if you weren’t here.”

Marinette turned another bright shade of pink before she shook her head. “Nonsense! You’re amazing, kitty!”

The two continued baking as they playfully teased one another. It went smoothly as he followed Marinette’s instructions, stopping only when she would point out something he was doing wrong or give him a helpful hint. By the time they were in the oven, he was excitedly awaiting their creation, hoping that it would turn out okay.

“And now we wait,” she said, dusting her hands off as she beamed at him. “Thanks for baking these with me, Chaton. You did a great job. You followed my instructions very well.”

“Thank you, purrincess! It’s all because I had such a good teacher!” Chat beamed at her proudly, enjoying her praise. It wasn’t very often that he heard genuine, non-stuttering compliments from Marinette but they always made him feel like he was on top of the world. She truly was amazing. A bright word from her could turn a bad day into a good one. His smile softened as she flushed proudly at his own compliment.

Biting her lip lightly, Marinette gestured to a table nearby. “Now, the croissants are probably going to take about 15 minutes to bake. Would you like to sit down and wait for a bit? I can grab us some macarons I have left over!”

“Sure!” he chirped happily, sliding into the seat as she went and grabbed a couple macarons. When she returned, Chat quickly bit into one of the pastries, sighing happily at the flavor. It was passionfruit, his absolute favorite. Grinning over at her, he leaned closer. “How did you know passionfruit was my favorite?”

Marinette blinked at him a few times, glancing down at the macaron in her hands. “You like passionfruit too,” she muttered, almost to herself, “Huh, I didn’t know that.”

Opening his mouth to thank her once again, he was stopped by the ringing of the clock on top of the oven. Swiftly, she rose up from her seat, opening the door with a pair of bright pink oven mitts and glazing the fresh, steaming, hot croissants.

“Now for the moment of truth!” Marinette spoke excitedly as Chat walked up besides her. Blowing on one gently, he carefully took a small bite out of it, sighing again in delight as the flavor exploded on his tongue. Two delicious treats in one day. He was in heaven. He really needed to come to the bakery more often. She lifted an eyebrow at him as she asked, “Well, are they any good?”

“They’re pawsitively purrfect, Marinette! Thank you for helping me make these!” Gulping down the rest of his croissant, Chat closed his eyes happily.

Marinette laughed with delight before she bit into one of her own croissants. “Mmm! They are good! You know, I think these are better than the croissants I usually make. You should come bake with me more often.”

His eyes softened as he excitedly bit into another one. “I’d be delighted! Do you think you could teach me how to make those macarons next?”

“Of course!” she spoke cheerfully, “Though, they may take a bit longer to make than the croissants!”

“That’s alright!” Chat nodded his head contently, the croissant warming him up. “Time always goes too fast whenever I’m here anyway!”

Blushing, Marinette gave him a small smile, bumping her shoulder with his. “That’s because we’re always having so much fun.”

“Right you are, purrincess.” Tapping her nose playfully, he took some of the croissants that they had made, walking over to the bakery’s exit. “Do you think we could do this again next weekend?”

“Fine with me, kitty.” She scrunched her nose up after he had tapped it, her smile growing wider. “I’ll see you then.”

“See you then,” Chat murmured before leaving the bakery, already excited to see Marinette next weekend too.

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Jungkook (@jungkook.97)'s Instagram story 20220318 pt. 5

41. "jungkook, do your legs hurt? because you’ve been running through my mind" no wonder… they were a bit sore

42. (ramen = equivalence of netflix & chill) "do you wanna have some ramen with me?🥺🥺❤️"

do you wanna stay over for some ramen?

43. (the black swan outfit)

"let’s go find jungkook's missing shirt button.. it should be in THE STREETS somewhere💜heehee"

don’t you dare come home (jungkook)… or else

44. "ramen?! netflix and chill..👀"

I heard now they say "do you wanna come over & see my cat…" hehe

45. "pls help me choose: blue or blond hair!!!!!!!!!!" blueeeeeeeee

46. "it’s raining here in the philippines☔️" i like the rain

47. "mm this tastes so good~" i guess you just got back from the market?~ hobak gogumaaaaaaaahhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!

(reference to a meme)

48. "hey yoongi marry me" hello this is yoongi?

49. "i’m thinking to buy a hand lotion, what fragrance should i get? fruity? a musky one like jungkook????!!????" six o clock hometown report

* pun using the title of a tv program that ends with the word 향 (=scent)

Translation by @BTSTranslation7 on Twitter

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jojotichakorn · 2 years

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Dear Archer,

All jokes aside, thanks SO much for answering all of my messy asks re: new GMMTV series. I will try to reply as orderly as I can.

re: Good Old Days. Gosh, my dumb ass completely missed that the controversial age gap was in this drama. (Guess that’s drama before the drama even started… 🙄) And I think in this plot out of all of them it just wasn’t necessary. 🤷‍♀️ So I absolutely get what you mean. Besides, I think that precisely BL dramas (at least the Thai ones) have proven that you don’t need to cast a older actor to play an older character and vice versa. (Obviously you don’t want Glee scenarios of adults playing children -> every full moon I’m haunted by memories of stanning a show in which 30-somethings portrayed 15-yos. 😩) That way, you can have the looks of a considerable age difference without the creepy implications. 😐 (I’ll get to EarthMix later, but I think that’s a really good example; or Mork & Sun in Dark Blue Kiss (depending on the age of actors, my age difference limit would been between 4-6 yrs). Talking about older people, what I meant was that I liked the concept of this show a lot. (Im general, my rookie self thinks it can perceive a trend where GMMTV diversifies its genres a bit. 🙈 And I am a fan so far. 🙂) But I hoped there would be a more inter-generational approach to the characters (older characters who experienced smth in a further past than 25 years ago) and therefore the objects sold in the stor-y (🏬 very bad pun, sorry 🤭).

re: 10 Years Ticket. We are both gonna give Ohm so much praise for this next year. “I feel it in my singers, I feel it in my tones.” 🎶 High-five bestie! 🙌

re: My Precious. I think this is definitely too sweet for my taste. (Hehe, “taste”.) And I definitely need to binge at least 10 seasons of Law & Order SVU after that. (That’s me: mixing up sweet coming of age with murder and crime. 😈)

re: Home School. This is probably too angsty for both of our tastes. But I like the fact that two of the main roles are played by actors (Dew & Nani) who’ll have their acting debut tomorrow in F4 Thailand (another show I’m low-key curious about…but tbh as long as it features Win I’m probably going to watch it regardless 🤫…CENSOR CENSOR…I need to shut myself in order to not give myself away! 🤐). I just think it’s really cool they get such a major opportunity (and from the promo stuff for F4 Thailand, they both seem adorariable 💕 -> sorry, this one was wai to far-fetched! 😬)

re: Earth-Mix. (I feel confident I can check this one off in one paragraph. 💪 ) As far as Midnight Chicken is concerned; yes I agree, that one is bound to be a success. But they both seem very enthusiastic about Cupid’s Last Wish (apart from missing their cats that is 😹), so that keeps me hopeful. I just don’t how I will handle the inevitable mess that will be the plot. 🥲 (Yes, I may have become a loyal subscriber to Earth-Mix Space bc it features them, cats and food. I’m a simple soul, I don’t need a whole lot else 🙃)

Allrighty, that was it. Just 10 minutes on the clock, I’m going to prepare lunch so I’ll have something to munch (special pun for those who like old school L&O SVU 🤓).

~ operanon 🎼

my dearest operanon, you already have some brownie points from me for mentioning morksun ;) and i do agree with what you said about good old days.

i can't wait to see ohm in 10 years ticket!! he said at its presentation that he gets to show his side as an actor that he hasn't really gotten a chance to show before, and i am just SO excited!!

i am actually a huge fan of everything sweet, i love fluff, my favorite genre is literally romcoms, so my precious is kind of exactly up my alley tbh!!

i agree about home school being a bit too angsty, but love to see you instantly outing yourself as a win stan. good for you, he is an absolute sweetheart.

and omg since you're an earthmix stan - as i told all of you during the line-up, go get your food hens!! this is gonna be your year!!

#archer responds #operanon

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William and the demon Ch.2 - The demon reveals himself

That night, however, I heard someone entering my room by the window, I moved in my bed, trying to appear asleep.

"I know you're awake, you snore when you sleep" Wait... what? I opened my eyes and there was Kevin!

"What the hell? What are you doing here? How did you get in?"

"Wow slow down, man! I just walked in through the front door, your mom opened"

I looked at my clock next to my bed. "It's 3 AM! She's probably asleep right now!" Kevin laughed.

"Well, you got me there. Hehe. I don’t know why I thought that would be believable” He sat on my desk chair across the room. He was really chilled about the fact he just broke into my room, which made me a lot more uncomfortable with this situation as I was about to scream.

However, he started talking again. “Let me explain since the beginning, because this secret thing is driving me nuts. Thing is, I'm not actually human. I’m a demon, bro”

My eyes widened as he continued to talk like it was something normal "And before you start to scream or call for help, I'll tell you that I already made your family think that's not true and that we are best friends" Damn, I didn't stand a chance against him either, so I just sat in my bed and looked at him. Was he on drugs? He could be dangerous, and I was defenseless, in my underwear. I better play along

"Cool, glad you decided to not scream. Look at the good side, you've got a new demon best friend! Isn't that great?"

"Man, it's scary as fuck. And what do you mean by ‘best friend’? I barely know you!"

"It... has its advantages. I think I’ve already figured you out Will"

"What do you mean with-" But he shushed me and continued.

"Well, us, demons, have the power to bend reality to our will, with limits of course but still we can have fun. Remember I told you I made your family think we're best friends? That was a little 'demonstration' " He laughed at his own pun.

"But, why me? What if I don't want to befriend you?" Then, realization hit me. “What did you do to Derek?!”

He seemed to ignore my question "Man, others would die for the chance to befriend a demon (and they actually do), but what's fair is fair. Some high ranks demons wanted to have some fun with your class, but it appears that they couldn't mess with you to cause a... big disaster, for calling it some way"

"What do you mean-" But he shushed me again. It was getting annoying, and I wanted to punch his face. “No, you’re not going to shut me up. I want answers, right now!”

He sighed “Why humans have to be so nosy?”

“Excuse me? You’re messing 'supposedly' around with my friend; I have the right to know!”

“Alright. Let me explain what happened with Derek. He just… asked me a favor. He wanted to be as cool as I was, and I just gave him the perfect make over.”

“But what about his personality? Did you… bent reality to change him?”

“DING DING DING! WE’VE GOT A WINNER LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! Will you let me explain now?” I sighed and nodded.

"Good. So, they sent me to investigate you, and that's boring man, not even I want to do it, so let's make my stay here more fun for both of us, alright?" He then extended his hand for a shake, I looked at him a bit confused

"You promise you're not going to harm me, or my friends, in any way?"

He lifted his other hand "Demon Scout promise"

I still wasn't sure but I didn't think I have much more choice. I reached for his hand and gave it a shake.

"Great! we'll start tomorrow, good night!" and then he jumped from the window. I quickly ran to it, just to see if he was fine, but he was nowhere to be seen.

"Just a dream, maybe some hallucination. Yeah, I’m going crazy." I mumbled and went back to bed.

Next morning, my family seemed pretty normal. I asked mom if she heard something weird last night, but she didn’t. Maybe it was just my paranoia giving me a bad dream? Yeah, that must be it.

At school, I went to my locker to grab my books, but then Kevin appeared. "'Sup, bro? Ready to make some mischief?"

I looked at him, surprised "Wait, so it wasn't a dream?"

He sighed "You really are a slow one, aren't you? Look, I'm a real demon. Let me show you" and then he opened my locker and screams started to come out from it, all the students in the hallway looked at us until he closed it, then they continued to walk like nothing happened.

"Look, Kevin, I don't want a demon around, man. It's just not cool. It's scary as fuck!" I whispered, still looking to the others.

He bursted out laughing "You talk like you do have a choice. Great joke, we have a deal. Come, I'll change your mind, if you still don't want me around then I’ll do my work without bothering you, alright?"

I was really confused, and scared about what would he do, but I nodded and he grabbed my hand. We walked to the boy’s locker room, as the whole baseball team was changing.

"C'mon, pick one, buddy" Said Kevin. It seemed like no one could see us, because the guys passed besides me like I wasn’t actually there, like there was nobody besides them in the locker room.

“Why would I pick one?” I asked Kevin, as another baseball stud passed at my side.

“Oh. My. Satan. You’re so slow man, I’ll do it for you” He stared at me, like yesterday in class, then mumbled a “done”.

The demon guy disappeared in a second. I was now confused, worried, and probably going crazy. But just as quickly as he vanished, Kevin returned, and this time he was with someone.

Tyler, one of the baseball guys, light brown short hair and a handsome, masculine face with brown eyes. He was on my class and sometimes we got paired together to do some projects, but nothing too important.

Kevin patted his back “C’mon Ty, say what you wanted to tell him” The jock was blushing, then he grabbed my hands.

“Hey Will, mind if you come over to my house after school? I’ve got something important to ask you” said Tyler with an emotionless face, it was… totally unexpected, and I was speechless.

“Aww, he’s gonna ask you to date him, isn’t that beautiful?” said the demon.

I glared at him, but he just laughed. “Oh Satan, you should have seen your face. You can go Ty, thanks for your services”

Tyler just mumbled a “Yes sir” before going away. What the fuck?

“Aaand, I’m sure you believe me now. I’m a demon, and also I’m stuck with you. I can get you a lot more from where that came from, understood?”

I nodded slowly “But why did you do that? I mean, I’m not gay or anything like that”

He seemed actually surprised. “Wait, are you kidding me? OH FOR FUCK’S SAKE, I’M SO SORRY” He bursted out laughing, I was embarrassed. Did I seem like a gay guy? Not that it would be bad or anything but… what if Lily thought I was gay, too?

The jocks didn’t pay attention to us. For them, we were not there, I guessed. I was thankful for that; it would be more embarrassing than it was now if the jocks could see us.

When Kevin stopped laughing, taking a tear off his face. “So-Sorry! I haven’t laughed that much in years.” That gave me more questions. How old was he? Was he an immortal? How did he… I don’t know, started existing??

“See what I mean? If I could use my powers on you, I would know EVERYTHING about you now. And also, I tend to work with gay dudes. Just a few cities away was one of my last works… Have you been in Winston High?” I shook my head in denial.

He continued “Oh, you don’t go out that often? It’s actually really close. Well there was this guy, he was your age I think, being hunted down by the football team. I don’t want to spill all the junk, but I gave him some neat powers to take revenge. I should check out how he’s going y’know?”

“Man, Kevin. Sorry but I don’t see how that affects me. And can we leave please? I don’t feel comfortable in the locker room”

“Geez, alright. Let’s get going. At least did you like my present?”

“I told you, I’m not gay”

“Damn, why do you, humans, care so much about your labels and shit? In hell, there’s no such thing as straight, gay or bi or whatever” He sounded angry, so I took a step away from him as he kept mumbling about everyone being sensitive and fragile these days.

“Doing anything after school?” I asked him when he calmed down. Just to make a bit of conversation. Again, he just laughed at me.

“Yeah, we’re both going to steal banks, does that appeal to you?” I glared at him. I shouldn’t, because he was way stronger than me, and had powers.

But I wasn’t a coward cat, and I wouldn’t be intimidated because of some demon punk or whatever. “I actually thought about doing you a makeover. Y’know, like I did with Derek, but I can’t make you obey me, so you have your choice”

I stared at him, a bit mad because of how he bragged he used his powers in one of my best friends. But then thought about it, Derek did look a lot better after he hung out with Kevin. Maybe it would help me too? Though Derek did seem to act differently than like he was before. I had to be careful with the demon.

I nodded “Sure, do your best. What do you have in mind?” His face lightened up.

“Wait, seriously? I haven’t thought about… wait, yeah. That could work” Kevin started talking to himself, while checking me out. He made me lift my arms, as he moved around me. “…Maybe a punk style? Yeah, let’s try that out”

“What? What do you mean?” I asked, but he snapped his fingers and he disappeared. I was alone of the boys’ locker room, a bit confused. Then he appeared back again.

“Are you serious? I get that my powers don’t work on you, but being unable to teleport you is stupid! Ugh, we’ll go on my bike”

We left school really early and went to my house. Dad was home, but Kevin made him think it was normal for me to be home this early.

We went to my room, where he took off his school bag and dropped it on my bed. “Take a sit, man” He pointed to my desk chair. I did as told as he started searching through his bag. “Since I can’t use my powers on you, we’ll have to do this in the normal way. This may take a bit longer than expected”

He grabbed a little dye package and opened it on a bowl. I wondered if his school bag was magical, but maybe he just manipulated reality to make those objects appear there. He putted on some gloves and grabbed a bit of the dye with his fingers, then started with the whole thing. I was a bit scared about this.

‘What will my parents say? And why dye my hair?’ Also he mentioned he couldn’t make me obey him like the others, so Derek’s sudden transformation wasn’t consented?

Seems like I got lost on my train of anxiety and thoughts, because when I realized it, he held a mirror in front of my face. Gone was my blond hair, replaced by an awful green. I was speechless.

“So, let’s now talk about outfits, what do you think about this one?” He held up a jean jacket with some worn out pants.

“Uh… no, thanks. I like my style. Sorry, I don’t think I like where this is going”

“Wait, what?” He looked at me, surprised. Like he wasn’t expecting me to refuse. “Shit. It didn’t work, either.”

“What didn’t work?” I asked, with curiosity.

“Nothing, nothing important at all. The good thing is, the dye did work. Do you like your new green hair? It may look cooler when the dye has a bit more time to work. But yeah, if you didn’t like where the makeover was going, we can try another thing. We had a deal, after all.”

I was about to ask him to dye my hair blond again, but he seemed a bit frustrated when I refused to keep going with this makeover thingie so I decided to leave it as it is for now. I started wondering if he really liked fashion or something.

“Can we go back to school? Next class is about to start.”

“You really want to go back to class with your hair suddenly shorter and dyed?” He had a point, I guess I had to skip class for today. The idea annoyed me a bit, but there was nothing I could do.

“You’re right, sorry”

“Clever boy. Look, I have to go. I’ve got a… Date, to call it some way. Let’s talk tomorrow” He said as he grabbed his bag again and walked over to the window. “By the way, green looks good on you” He winked and jumped out of the window. I’ll tell him to use the door next time, it’s making me nervous.

Tony’s POV

William was nowhere to be seen during the whole day. I got worried, I haven’t seen Kevin either, and Derek was acting like a dick. Everything was really strange.

I’m a laid back dude, nothing really bothers me just because I don’t really care. But since Kevin arrived at the school, everyone was acting weird. First, Harry doing what Kevin told him to do instead of claiming his seat back.

I knew my friend; he was so hot headed that he wouldn’t leave without a fight. Next was Derek arriving late and with a new style, and also he acted like a dick now. Now, William was missing. And I was getting more worried with each minute.

I tried messaging Will as soon as I noticed him going missing, and he answered, but hours later. He told me he left school early to check out some stuff. I didn’t have a reason to assume he was lying, so I decided to believe him.

I arrived at my place after school. It had been a strange day and I just wanted to take a nap.

I opened my bedroom’s door and took a step back, Kevin was sitting on my bed.

“Finally! You took so long to come here I was about to go look for you”

“Wait, what are you doing here and how did you enter?” I grabbed a pepper spray I had on my pocket and held it ready in my hand. This seriously creeped me out.

“Aw. Chill out, Tony. I just wanted to test something out. You know, I’ve tried my powers with Derek and they worked amazingly. I used them on that baseball guy and they seemed to work on him too, perfectly.”

I took a step back, the door knob in one hand and the pepper spray in the other. However, I noticed the pepper spray was no longer in my hand, but in his. “But I’ve been trying ALL DAY, to make them work with William. Guess what? They didn’t.”

“What the hell are you talking about? Are you high or something?” Shit, I had a drugged or crazy classmate in my room. What else could go wrong?

“High? Oh, no. If I were high, at least I would enjoy it. Speaking of it, what I came for.” He snapped his fingers. All my worries vanished. Wait, was I worried? I was just hanging out with my great friend Kevin! I invited him over after school and we’re having so much fun together, yay!

“There, so much better now, isn’t it?” I nodded, I felt so light. No thoughts, only listening to what Kevin had to say. My smile grew bigger just by thinking of it. He petted my head. “Good boy. Now, I already know everything about your personality, I’ve examined you in class before, so I’ll skip directly to the changes, alright?” I nodded once again. Changes were good!

“Good” He went to my closet and threw a few of my clothes making a pile on the floor. He grabbed a blue polo shirt and a normal pair of pants, but he snapped his fingers and the pants turned khaki. “Undress and put on these” He threw the right clothes at my bed and I did as he said. He waited patiently as I changed my clothes.

I finished and stood there, waiting for him to check me out. He walked up to me and tucked my shirt in. “Shirt tucked in at all times, like a good boy would use it, understood?” I nodded, I was a good boy! “And by the way, a good boy always respects his superiors, don’t they?”

I didn’t know what he meant by that. I tried to think about it but couldn’t make any sense of it. Was he my superior? Oh, of course he was! “Yes, Sir!” I said, I’m such a good boy!

Kevin grabbed a comb and used it on my hair. My hair was usually a mess, but I didn’t really care about it. Was it so bad that he had to comb it himself? I should be more careful with my appearance!

After he finished, my good friend Kevin mumbled a “Perfect” and looked around the room.

He pointed to the pile of clothing he just threw. “What is that boy? Shouldn’t you leave your room as tidy as possible?” Oh god, I was so ashamed. I nodded and went to clean the mess.

I heard him muttering “I love my powers” but didn’t think about it a lot. I had work to do!

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