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fics-not-tragedies · 4 years

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This is fic based on this request I got ages ago, and it is what it is, I couldn’t help myself!

SUMMARY: You’re surprised when from your balcony you see Santino having a smoke at the stairway that leads to your house. Turns out he came to you to claim the Marker you gave him few years ago. Words: 3958; Warnings: smut;

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You were surprised when you saw him standing on the steps that lead to your house. He was quickly finishing the cigarette before he leaned closer to press the buzzer on the wall, but you were quicker, opened the door ahead of his slender finger touching the small button.

“Santino…” you breathed out his name and he raised his eyebrow, the much obvious smile on his lips followed right after when his eyes landed on your figure, “I saw you from the balcony” his gaze moved up and down your body before it finally settled on your face, his eyes growing wider with a silent question, “looks like I should change my plans now… Please come inside.”

Inviting him in with a gesture of your hand you stepped to the side making more space for him and as he slowly sauntered inside your house he quickly turned around so he could still look at you.

“Were you going out, bella?” He asked in a soft tone, shrugging his coat onto your sofa when you two walked arm in arm into your living room.

“Yes I was… but since you’re already here I might just ditch the idea. What brought you here, Santino?”

With your arms crossed in front of your chest and your side pressed into the floor length mirror you carefully eyed him. Santino reached into the inside pocket of his jacket then slowly walked over to you, handing you the Marker.

“I’d like to fulfill this…” you opened it only to see your own bloody fingerprint pressed onto the metal.

“What requires my assistance then?” Voice got stuck in your throat when he undid all of the buttons of his jacket, then took the Marker from your hands and placed it on the tall table by the mirror where you kept your most handy knives.

Then he was right behind you, his hands grasping your sides, his body pressed into yours, “I require your assistance, bella…” he rasped.

“M-Me?”

You caught his gaze in the reflection, the way his lips twitched at the thought of all the things he wanted to do to you. Your entire body felt tense, afraid to move in or out of his touch and as he moved your hair back over your shoulder to expose your neck, you couldn’t help but sigh, your left hand coming down to clutch his wrist in an attempt to steady yourself. His mouth was so close to your neck, his breath tickling the sensitive skin exactly where he knew he’d be able to change your mind for good with just the slightest brush of his lips.

“Santino … please…” you whispered, as if to beg him to allow you to keep some of your self-control because you knew that as soon as he’d go in for the kill, you wouldn’t be able to resist. He was going to be the end of you.

“Yes, bella?” He drawled, his hands slowly wandering up your sides, his grip tightening as he dragged them along your body, his fingertips just brushing past the underside of your breasts.

“I-I…” You were lost for words, the only thing you could think of now were his hands wandering upwards, groping your breasts while he sucked on your neck, pressing himself closer to you. You were playing a dangerous game now, not resisting meant that he was going to win, and there was absolutely nothing you could do about it. You trembled as he pressed his lips to the side of your neck and your skin tingled as he started sucking right below your ear, his words making your knees weak.

“Don’t fight me, bella…”

“Can’t you wait?” You sighed, exhausted, a last attempt at holding it together, your eyes fluttering as you failed to conceal the effect of his touch. Santino took in a sharp breath, as his hands grabbed hungrily at your chest, spilling your breasts further out of your dress, eager to see more of you.

“No pupa” he uttered forcefully, meeting your gaze in the mirror, unblinking, “If I don’t fuck you right now I will tease you all night at the party and you will beg me to take you…”

As soon as he’d finished speaking you melted into him pathetically, his insatiable need making your knees buckle.

Your arms were shaking as you tried to hold on to the edge of the table, swallowing hard. The low tone in his voice, the rough touch of his hands, it was too much for you.

“Santino…”

“That’s right, bella…” he drawled, “I’ll have you screaming my name in no time. Cazzo, I’ll fuck you so hard you’d forget your own name…” you whimpered, pressing your body back into his desperately, craving more, craving all of him, craving for him to fulfill his promises, “I know you want me, bella…” he chuckled, “I bet your cunt’s so fucking wet for me already…”

You let out a staggered breath, one you didn’t realize you’d been holding and tried to press your legs together, try to keep him from finding out too soon just how right he was but he shuffled slightly and his knuckles nudged your thighs apart with ease, your lips falling open in a weak protest.

In one swift move, his fingers found their way to your already soaked panties and you relaxed against him as he began to rub the fabric, teasing you when he knew he had no reason to. He knew you were desperate, he knew you needed him, he knew he’d won - but this was punishment for trying to defy him.

“I knew I was right…” he groaned, pressing his lip close to your ear, his free arm circling your waist to draw your closer against him, restricting your movement, “Fucking dripping for me. You’re gagging for it bella, aren’t you?”

Your dress had bunched up a little in his movement, but he pulled it further out of his way now, exposing you, and you both watched the way he teased you in the mirror. You could feel his growing arousal pressing against you, the feeling of his cock straining against his trousers, his belt barely containing him.

Your eyes fell shut tightly as you grew painfully aware of how he’d made you so wet, had gotten you so desperate for him within merely a few seconds. He knew just how to push your buttons, how to get you to surrender, and he was taking full advantage of it. You breathed out shakily as you felt him press up against you, the outline of his cock rubbing against your ass and you were aching for him, the empty feeling between your legs growing more and more prominent, “Please…"

"Oh, you better beg me…” he growled, attaching his lips to your neck, sucking lightly on your skin, “Thinking you can fucking resist me…”

His spicy scent intoxicating you mixed with the faint memory of the cigarette he’d just finished, your eyelids felt heavy and you moaned uncontrollably, any dignity or restraint you had before draining from you in mere moments.

You reached up to grab what you could of his hair. His nose wrinkled with concentration and frustration as he forced your underwear aside, his fingertips pressing into your clit hard. You jerked in his touch, desperate to feel full. For a moment you’d thought you’d have the upper hand, gripping his hair always making him weak, but the second his fingers brushed through your folds, making their way to press hard against your clit, every shred of self-control, every shred of power went up in smoke.

Santino had full control of you and he knew it, toying with your clit at a torturous pace that kept you on the edge, but wasn’t quite enough to get you there yet.

“Look at yourself, pretty girl” he drawled, lifting your chin and holding your neck so that you were straight right back at yourself in the mirror, “Do you see what I’m doing to you?” He added, his breaths short and shallow, “You look fucking gorgeous and all, what a perfect sight.”

And just when you thought he was going to let you have what you’d been expecting by building up his pace and pushing you closer to the edge, he worked his fingers inside you instead, curling them to make you shake around him and you hissed as he stroked your walls to bring you closer to the edge in away you hadn’t been quite expecting.

Your knees were weak, your legs shaking from the way his fingers curled inside you, coaxing you closer and closer to the edge, his thumb coming up to tease your clit and you could barely hold on, felt yourself getting closer and closer in a matter of seconds but then he stopped. You should’ve known it was too good to be true but you whimpered with desperation nonetheless.

“Santino…” you cried, your voice small, needy, absolutely desperate.

“Shouldn’t have resisted me, eh? I will make you regret that, bella, you will wish you shouldn’t have put up a fight…”

You whimpered as he curled his fingers inside you again to emphasize his words, his hand tightening as it came around your throat, forcing you to look back at yourself in the mirror, your face flushed, eyes wide, lips parted slightly.

“I’m sorry… I’m sorry, Santino…” you mumbled, over and over, desperate for him to let you go, “I’m sorry, baby…” the words fell from your lips without you even trying, his gaze forcing you to submit, willing to do anything just for your release. He had you bouncing on the edge and you both knew that one solid move would be enough to send you spiraling but he knew your body, knew how you worked under his touch so he hovered around the feeling, still not read to give in just yet.

“Well, have you learned your lesson, pupa?” He spat as you held onto him for stability.

“I think so…” you sighed through gritted teeth, your body beginning to slump as your knees knocked together and your vision went blurry as the mirror began to fog with the way you’d been pathetically panting.

“I’m not so sure I believe you” Santino replied, darkly, drawing his fingers from you. The feeling was agonizing and cruel but before you could so much as complain, he bent you over the table and slapped his hand over your bare ass forcefully, licking his lips hungrily at the sound. You body shifted forward with the sting and your groaned, the sensation bringing tears to your eyes suddenly. It was all consuming, the wet between your thighs dripping and you tried to gather yourself, open your eyes to look at him again but you couldn’t focus on anything but how badly you needed more from him.

Despite his heavy breathing against your neck, despite his body pressing so tightly against yours, you knew his every move was planned out, set out specifically to tease you, to make sure you’d regret telling him no at first. His hand ran down to your breast, groping harshly at it as his other hand spread your wetness around, his voice unfazed, nonchalant as if he wasn’t driving you absolutely out of your mind with his fingers.

“You’re so wet, bella…” he drawled, “I haven't allowed you to cum and it feels like I’ve fucked you to orgasm twice already….”

You whimpered desperately, well aware of how wet you were for him. He’d slide inside you so easily and the thought of his cock finally filling you made you dizzy.

“Got it running down your legs, principessa…” he muttered, just poking a finger inside you again, not nearly enough to satisfy your needs, now mocking you for how desperate you were for him, “You want it so bad, there is no reason to pretend you didn’t… I know you’re a dirty little girl…”

“Santino…” you groaned, your eyes rolling back involuntarily as you sucked in a breath, your hips wiggling back to meet his lack of touch. His words had you trembling, so ready to let go when he wanted you to and you were so close, your clit throbbing relentlessly.

“What?” He groaned, almost annoyed that you’d disturbed his thought process, whatever was playing in that beautiful head of his.

“Please…” you persisted, pouty and pathetic.

“Please what?”

“Please spank me again.”

“You’re not supposed to enjoy the punishment, bella…” he drawled, his arms tense as he held your hips still. He considered his choices for a moment when you had no answer for him.

Then, without warning, he spanked you again, harder this time, once on each cheek and you yelped at the surprise. The sting made you feel filthy, his touch having completely disheveled you now and you knew you were a mess but didn’t care anymore. You reveled in the feeling for a while, the idea of his red hand-print marking you for the rest of the night driving you crazy.

“You’re gonna know exactly where I’ve been when I’m done with you” he declared quietly, as if he was reading your mind, “You won’t be able to focus all night, won’t even be able to sit without reminding yourself how bad you were.”

Santino pressed his lips to your neck for a moment, biting down on your skin so hard you worried he was going to break you. There was a lull when you wondered what he could possibly have in store for you, the pressure still throbbing between your legs and then he sent a short, stinging smack to your core and you were gone. You came undone completely, Santino only holding you out of fear you’d fall to the ground as your walls convulsed around nothing, the mere thought of him filling you enough to have your orgasm ripping through you. Your entire body shook and you were hot all over, groaning his name louder than either of you knew was possible, the sound vibrating off the walls.

The sting of your walls closing around nothing, desperate for him to fill you made you cry out with need, pushing your ass back against him but his hand was tight on your hip now, holding you in place, making you gasp when his fingers closed around your throat, your breath hitching in your throat.

His voice was calm, like honey dripping down your skin but there was something else coiling under the surface, an edge to it that had you shaking, “Did you just…” he swallowed hard, “Did you just cum without my permission?” His grip around your throat tightened, his fingers adding more pressure and you knew he wouldn’t let this one slide, “I wasn’t even touching your cunt and you came from just a slap of my hand…” he groaned, “You’re so fucking desperate for me, it’s embarrassing…”

“I’m sorry…” you almost sobbed as his words brought you down from the elation, your apologies now frequent and meaningless, anything to get more from him be it bad or good or both. He shook his head, undecided how he was going to punish you this time and then you heard his slender fingers toying with his belt, the buckle clanging as it came undone.

At first you were excited, wondered whether he was finally going to deliver his promise. But instead, Santino dangled the leather over his finger teasingly, his lips pulling into an uncontrollable smirk and you tried to process what he was thinking as he pushed you back over the table, your face rolling against the glass. And just then, the leather slapped your ass searingly, just once. You screamed, the material hurting much more than his hand had but there was so much pleasure too. You felt it everywhere, a burning prickly heat that you couldn’t get enough of. You loved the power he had over you and he did too, there was no denying it.

“You liked that too didn’t you, pupa?” He mumbled, bringing you back up, his hand around your neck tightly again. You whimpered, unable to give him a response as his fingers pressed against your throat lightly, his lips attaching themselves to the back of your neck, biting down on your skin.

You had liked it, the way he dominated you, demonstrated his power over you had you dripping, even more desperate for him.

“S-Santino…” you whimpered, submissively.

“I asked you a question…”

“Yes” you groaned, at last, the deep scarlet blush washing over your face again, “I liked it.”

“Spread your legs for me bella” Santino commanded quickly, no doubt in his voice and you did, anything to please him.

You sighed at the sight of your dress, bunched around your waist, your body exposed completely but he apparently loved it, grabbing a handful of your ass as you wiggled over the table, his eyes taking you in hungrily.

He’d been playing games up until now but Santino was only human and seeing you like this for him was too much to handle. He had to have you. You watched him fumble with his zip, something about the idea of him fucking you whilst fully dressed making you quiver in anticipation and drew his thick cock from the straining fabric of his underwear, palming himself a little, just watching you, licking his lips at the sight of your shiny arousal.

“Right, bella, I will fuck you now, and I don’t want you cumming until I tell you to. Be a good girl for me, now.”

You nodded obediently, biting your lip his hand moved to guide your head upwards, forcing you to look back at yourself in the mirror.

“I want you to look at yourself … watch how your eyes roll back when my cock fills your cunt … watch what a needy girl you are … so hungry for my cock…”

You shuddered as he inched forwards, the head of his thick cock rubbing up against you in a way that made your knees fall apart even wider. With his free arm, he held you against him to keep you still and you both hissed as he entered you at last, the desire well and truly uncontrollable. Santino’s eyes clouded over with lust as your walls fluttered around him and you tried to keep your gaze as wide as you could when the inevitable eye roll came, obeying his instructions as best you could. He knew you, knew how you’d react to every movement, no inch of your body left unexplored. He shifted forward again, deeper, wanting more, your bottom lip trembling as he filled you to the hilt. You could feel him throbbing inside you, the tightness making him grab onto every inch of your skin he could find, fueled by how badly he needed to fuck you.

“C-cazzo, you’re so beautiful” he groaned, meeting your gaze in the mirror as he gathered a fistful of your hair, “So tight, so wet, so fucking… ahhhh… Look at that, bella…“ he drawled, “Look at yourself in the mirror while I’m fucking you…”

You whimpered, craving more of him instantly as he pulled back, then buried himself inside of you again, making your lurch forward on the table, your nipples hardening from the cold material of the mirror as your breasts were pressed against it and you gasped from the feeling of his cock brushing up tightly against your walls, the friction absolutely delicious.

You groaned loudly, the sound reverberating around the room as he thrust his hips into you and you tried to keep your mouth closed, embarrassed by your neediness, how much you were enjoying him filling you over and over. He shook a little as you tensed around him, barely able to contain how badly he’d needed this, his fingers curled into your hip and shoulder to keep you down, keep you still, your eyes only just able to watch at the angle he had you.

“You feel so fucking good, bella…” he groaned, the grip of his hands on you tightening as he drove into you, making you whimper desperately, writhing underneath him as you were completely at his mercy.

“S-Santino…”

“That’s right, say my name, pupa…” he muttered, his hand coming down on your ass without a warming, landing a few slaps before gripping your hip again, screwing you hard, your hips colliding repeatedly as he slowly drove you closer and closer to the edge.

His noisiness was turning you on to no end, his need to express everything he was feeling tonight only making the moment more desperate.

“Santino… Santino…” you groaned, the burning in your stomach beginning to tighten as he began to speed up again.

“Tell me what you’re needing, principessa…” he purred, panting between words, sweat pooling under his white shirt.

“I need to let go…” you mumbled, barely audible, the need to cum again consuming you. He gave a couple more thrusts with equal ferocity then slowed down, each thrust concise and teasing, drawn out so that he could keep you on the edge now that you were there again. His fingers found their way to your clit and you jolted at the surprise, the slow circular rubbing making every inch of your skin crawl, your body threatening to collapse under his touch. In the midst of his delightful torture he placed a couple of delicate kisses over your sweaty shoulders and exposed back, his appreciation for you endless.

His hard thrusts combined with the tenderness of this kisses, the lazy circles on your clit, it was slowly overwhelming you, threatening to send you over the edge right then and there but you knew that would only mean more teasing and you didn’t know how much more you could take. You were aching for your release, ready to do anything it took.

“S-Santino … b-baby, I’m so close…”

“Hold on, bella, hold on for me…” he muttered breathily, his chest rising and falling rapidly and you could feel his heartbeat, his fingers trembling, “I’m so close, bella, cazzo…” he groaned, his accent thick, his voice laced with lust as he thrust hard inside you, picking up the pace again.

You noted the way he’d flipped, no longer focused on teasing you, no punishment left in him but that now he was focused on getting himself there as he made you wait for him, a complex task but one he’d accomplished plenty of times.

“Are you ready, bella?” he groaned, breathless, “Ready to let go?”

“Yes…” you sighed, exhausted, your eyes locked with his in the mirror.

His hips jolted dramatically and he pressed hard and suddenly on your clit, the simple movement sending you over the edge. You felt as if you were falling, the feeling euphoric and your walls contracted around him continually as he came inside you, his moans obscene and relentless.

He held you tightly, his arms wrapped around you as you calmed down, both panting, sweating, tangled up in each other.

“Cazzo, bella…” Santino chuckled against your shoulder, “You’re so fucking incredible…”

You sighed, leaning back against him. “And you’re impossible” you giggled shakily, “Was the Marker worth it?” You picked it up from the table and opened it.

Santino pricked his finger on the small needle that was attached to it and pressed his thumb into the empty space right next to the imprint of yours. Then he caught his finger between his lips and sucked on it harshly.

“Of course it was, bella… we should do it again some time” he slid himself from you and you groaned loudly at the empty feeling, his release running down your thighs.

“Do you have plans for the night?”

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put-a-lil-alright-in-the-world · 4 years

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Sees your last post that I was the the anon for. Loves it. Reads the tags. Yesss please do Charles and Beej headcanons I love their dynamic

u better watch your step, buddy, or i might just have to ask for your hand in marriage! thank you thank you thank you for listening to the many feels i have with this dynamic!

ok so charles was the last person in the household to become comfortable with beej being there, simply because his biggest priority is lydia, and he wanted to keep his guard up in case beej tried to hurt lydia

originally, his intention was to stay a bit distant from beej, to make things a bit easier for everyone involved. however, for reasons beyond charles’ understanding, beej just couldn’t seem to leave him alone

anytime something happened in the house, even if it was just barbara saying that they were having tacos for dinner, beej would instantly burst into charles’ office and tell him. when charles gets home from work, he learns to expect a 20-minute-or-more play-by-play of everything that happened around the house, delivered very enthusiastically by beej

after a short while, begrudgingly, charles has to admit that beej doesn’t pose a risk to anyone in the household, so he drops his guard a bit; starts engaging beej when he comes running. it doesn’t take long after that for him to realize that really, beej is just seeking some sort of validation, and he mentally berates himself for not realizing it sooner

of course beej would have dad issues after going through life without one, and it only makes sense that with all the time beej and lydia spend together, beej would start to see charles as a way of getting that stoic-dad validation he so desperately craves

now, charles may hide all of his emotions in a vault concealed within a four-foot-thick brick wall, but he’s no monster, and if submitting to the mortifying ordeal of showing emotion will help beej, it wouldn’t kill him to do

so, he starts offering validation in his awkward, stilted way, and beej can’t get enough. the time charles said “well done” when beej showed him a drawing of Big Sandy, beej cried for half an hour. charles sat next to him all the while, uncomfortably patting his back and silently cursing the heavens that he didn’t have delia’s emotional intelligence

as could be expected, the more validation charles offers beej, the more beej opens up to charles, and it doesn’t take long for charles to unlock major parts of his life story. after all, beej is a natural oversharer, so the moment he knows charles is listening, he lets himself ramble

it starts out as a harmless discussion about food preferences, but beej doesn’t stop himself when it ultimately descends into talking about how his mother never gave him anything to eat when he was young. if that weren’t horrifying enough for charles, the nonchalant tone in which beej describes it makes the whole story ten times worse

it’s so awful for charles to even imagine that he does something he never, in a million years, thought he would do. he puts down his work, he closes his laptop, and he looks beej in the eye from where beej was sitting across the home office, and he talks seriously. he explains to beej that none of what he just described is normal or okay, and that he would do whatever it took to make sure that he never had to go through that again

beej, already raw from the aftermath of an intense over sharing session and now faced with a ton of emotions from the most unlikely source imaginable, breaks down, his head falling onto charles’ desk as his body shakes with sobs

charles watches helplessly for a moment before getting up and hurrying around his desk to sit next to beej. and, like he had done with lydia more times than he could count, he carefully pulls beej into a tight hug, murmuring reassuring words into his ear. beej buries his head deep into charles’ shoulder, soaking it with tears in seconds

it takes just over 15 minutes for beej to calm down, his body still jolting with the occasional hiccup or gasp but otherwise still. charles keeps holding him for a few moments longer, hoping to keep him grounded enough to prevent another descent into tears. after the serious discussion that they just had, charles really wouldn’t be able to blame beej if he did go through another round of tears

after this episode, it was like a switch flicked for beej, and he became about a thousand times more eager to hang out with charles. maybe it was the realization that charles wasn’t actually out to get him, as he once thought, or the knowledge that he actually cares about beej’s wellbeing. as well; charles’ lack of disgust at seeing beej cry gives him the confidence he needs to ask charles for favours once in a while.

when he is able to muster up the courage to ask for one, they’re usually very small and unobtrusive, and a lot of these favours revolve around reading, not exactly beej’s forte. second only to adam, charles is his favourite person to read with, and his favourite person to read to. the validation that comes from charles’ pat on the back and “great job, buddy!” when beej makes it through lydia’s old Dr. Seuss collection without any help is enough to fuel beej’s confidence for an entire week

the most common favour though, is when beej asks charles to read to him. reading is hard work when you’re still struggling through sight words (and probably dyslexic, though that’s an hc list for another time), and when beej finds a book that he knows would simply be too difficult to tackle alone, he brings it to charles who, more often than not, will drop everything to read to him, at least for a chapter or two

a few months after beej moves in, he wakes up one night sobbing after a nightmare. without a word, charles, who had been finishing a report for work in his study, picks up a copy of “Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone” that lydia had left lying on a hall table, and takes it to beej’s room. he sits down in the armchair next to beej’s bed and gently cards his fingers through his hair as he begins to read out loud, not stopping until beej is completely asleep again, about a half hour later

they hang out together on charles’ days off as well. nobody except beej had ever shared charles’ passion for birdwatching, and charles is thrilled. they spend more weekends than they can count in a nearby forest, trying to check off every bird in the local birdwatching guide. after work one day, charles brings home a book on birds for beej, offering to read it with him later

their relationship is a bit bumpy, though. for one thing, beej has a tendency to barge into charles’ study without knocking, and when charles asks him to please knock, he instantly perceives it as charles not wanting him there, when really, sometimes charles is just in important skype meetings and doesn’t want to interrupt his boss to explain to beej that no, he doesn’t know where his left shoe is.

it’s an issue that takes several conversations, but with the help of a sign stuck to his study saying “please knock” (both of which are words that charles made damn sure beej knows how to read), they manage to overcome it

beej also has a hard time with personal space, something which drives charles crazy when he’s trying to do things like unloading the dishwasher, or even just walk through the house. beej seems to be constantly colliding with him, and it takes charles having one sit-down conversation with beej, and about thirty reminders per day, but with enough positive reinforcement, beej seems to make promising progress

the pros far outweigh the cons for charles, though. after all, beej never really had a childhood, so he gets to relive the joy that came with things like teaching lydia how to ride a bike, play catch, fish. y’know, all the cliché dad stuff. beej has even more fun. charles and delia take him and lydia to play laser tag, to the beach, to the movies, everywhere you’d take your kids, and beej cant believe he’s lucky enough to get another shot at his childhood

at one point, without really thinking, charles refers to beej and lydia as “his kids”, and he couldn’t pry beej off him for the rest of the day. since then, he always makes sure to call beej “his kid”, if only to watch his hair turn a bright green

#alexa play ‘father to son’ from falsettos #good god i havent done a word count but i have to imagine that this is close to 2K #i love this dynamic #i literally never run out of ideas for it #so feel free to request more at any time lol #beetlejuice the musical #hc tag #beetlejuice #btmtmtm #beetlejuice headcanons #beetlejuice headcanon #remy writes

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mortuarybees · 5 years

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do u have any more good omens fic recs?

oh boy do i. some of them are fics that i have included in my fic rec tag so if you’ve been in that bear with me there will also be others. basically my preferred and only accepted genre of anything is “unbearably tender” and “aziraphale is extremely neurotic and crowley loves him anyway” it’s therapeutic

at some point im going to update the original reference post with like. all the amazing content ive come across since making it but until then:

one may tolerate a world of demons for the sake of an angel by lumosity aka @femmeaziraphale aka my very best friend

they have started another fic intended to destroy my life in which hell wins the next round and divines a special torment for crowley pls read it and encourage them to finish it because they don’t believe me when i tell them it’s amazing and i am d e s p e r a t e for more.

“You know, you’re very familiar,” Aziraphale said, breath stinking of the sweet wine.

“Oh? I guess I look like many goat herders,” Crowley allowed. Aziraphale snorted, nudging Crowley’s shoulder clumsily.

“No! I mean that you just seem like someone I’ve known before,” Aziraphale said. Crowley felt that familiar ache in his chest. Suddenly he wished he was sober.

“I have a common face,” Crowley dodged.

“Say whatever you like, but I feel like we fit together quite nicely,” Aziraphale said, resting his head against the bark of the tree. Crowley took the opportunity to watch Aziraphale while he had his eyes closed. There were the same old blonde eyelashes against his cheeks, the one little drop of sunlight that formed a mole at the corner of his eye. Crowley wished to kiss his cheek only once. An apology for not losing. For not giving Aziraphale an eternity of listening to celestial harmonies.

wings and how to hide them by triedunture

Crowley's been annoyingly in love for six thousand years. What's another lifetime between friends? // if you follow me you’ve probably seen me post or quote certain excerpts a million times you may recognize it as His Body Is A Place And It’s Filled With Love.

He swallowed. So bloody awkward, staring up at Aziraphale like this, having his face held. Was he supposed to maintain eye contact? It seemed impossible. His gaze darted away.

"Keep your eyes fixed on me," Aziraphale admonished, giving his cheek a little pat. "Try to imagine, I don't know...slipping into my body the way you'd slip into a new coat." His smile was weak.

Crowley made a face. "Sounds grotesque."

"It isn't! Come now." His voice and eyes softened. "Please. Try."

Deep breath in. He would try. For Aziraphale's sake. "All right." He opened his eyes, held Aziraphale's plaintive stare, and pictured how it would feel. To be a part of Aziraphale. To be held inside him, to surround him at the same time.

To be loved.

hand in unlovable hand by courfeyrock (les mis solidarity)

“Goodnight, my dear,” he says, and Crowley swears, Aziraphale could call him my dear for six thousand more years and he still wouldn’t be able to get used to it. // it’s tender it’s bed sharing it’s “i love you in the human way” it’s quoting that unspeakable broadchurch scene its title is from no children by tmg; in short, it’s specifically designed to torment me.

Crowley’s head snaps around as if on a swivel. “Shall we… what?”

“Go to sleep? Normally I would love to stay up and have a drink or a chat but you see I really am exhausted and I--”

“Yes, yes, of course.” Idiot, Crowley thinks. I am such an idiot. "I'll uh, I'll sleep underneath the covers, and you can sleep on top." He waves his hand in a forcefully casual gesture that he hopes conveys just how normal it is for two platonic friends to be having this conversation.

everything just stops by witching

they are drunk and crowley wants to take a bath so he miracles one and they have. the most unbearable conversation ever fucking put to fiction literally returning to it to select one single quote was nearly impossible for me emotionally. god the tenderness the yearning!!!! “i like your silly aziraphale things”!!!!!!!!!! “i love you deep, angel”!!!!!! i hate it! just read it please i cant actually keep describing it or i’ll have to lay down for a little while.

“Are you –” the angel’s voice was hoarse, and he paused to clear his throat, “are you playing some sort of game right now?”[....]

“I am not,” Crowley whispered fervently, his face frighteningly close to Aziraphale’s. “Six thousand yearsss, angel. You’re a part of me, and I jussst – just wanted you to know, is all.”

Without warning, Aziraphale reached with both hands to pull Crowley in closer, forcing him to drop his own hand from the angel’s face. Aziraphale held him gently, pressing a single chaste kiss to the demon’s forehead, his lips lingering as his thumbs slid tenderly along his cheekbones, his fingers wrapped up in dark, dripping hair.

When Crowley responded not by recoiling, as Aziraphale had expected, but by melting against his skin and sighing contentedly, the angel placed another kiss on one cheek, then the other. He moved to kiss Crowley’s eyelids, his jawline, his chin, the corners of his mouth, all the time cradling Crowley’s head in his hands, waiting for the other shoe to drop, for Crowley to rebuff his affection.

Crowley, ever one to defy expectations, continued to allow the angel to kiss his face to his heart’s content. It was only when he heard Crowley sniff and let out a pitiful whimper that he pulled back, looking at the demon with concern.

hard feelings/loveless by witching

Aziraphale said it was like the opposite of the feeling you’re having when you say things like “this feels spooky.” Crowley didn’t know what to make of that, but he expected it was something like the opposite of the feeling you get when the only person who truly knows you makes a cryptic remark suggesting that you can’t understand love. Crowley understood love all too well. // crowley. crowley can’t sense love bc he is so goddamn full of love that he can’t see past it he’s just so full of it that he can’t separate it from just how he always is c r o w l e y. also angelic/demonic mindmelding.

“What about - I mean, if that’s… love,” he struggled to get the word out, “then what’s this other feeling? The one that I’ve been calling love for all this time?”

“I don’t know,” Aziraphale said. “I can’t possibly imagine.” He didn't have to voice his surprise at the fact that Crowley had an emotion he called love. It wasn't that he had truly thought Crowley was incapable of such an emotion; he was deeply aware of the power and range of the demon's feelings. He simply hadn't thought that Crowley was in tune with his own mind enough to understand it in those terms.

“Can I show you?” Crowley blurted without thinking.

come as you are by punkfaery (explicit; trigger warning for body dysmorphia and disordered eating)

Aziraphale visits a modern art gallery, goes on a diet, and submits to the mortifying ordeal of being known. Not necessarily in that order. // this mugged me in an alleyway and ruined me emotionally for a whole night but like whatever. it starts with a mary oliver quote so idk what i expected

He dragged a kitchen chair out and sat in it, looking like he wanted to set fire to things with the power of his mind. He was probably angry enough to try it, too. Aziraphale moved a nearby copy of The Earth Compels out of the way, just in case. “It wasn’t really because of him,” he said. “It just made me realise, that’s all.”

“Realise what?”

Aziraphale swallowed. “That I’m not… quite as I should be. That you deserve better.” He lowered his head, feeling wretched. “That’s all. I’m sorry I didn’t say something from the start, but it seemed like a difficult sort of thing to bring up.”

Crowley’s face was indescribable.

“You thought I’d stop liking you because you’re not thin,” he said. His voice was utterly toneless. A muscle ticked in his jaw.

“Well, naturally when you say it like that it sounds – ”

“Seriously? After six thousand years of, of whatever you want to call this? After we literally saved the fucking world together?”

salinity (and other measurements of brackish water) by drawlight

It's an odd thing, getting on after the End of the World. Crowley takes to sea-watching. // michael sheen has read and recommended it. god. it starts with a quote from eros the bittersweet. it took me a full half hour to read past the first paragraph or so it’s so Much.

"I want to see you cook." (Something made from his hands. Something purely Crowley. Nothing pulled from the ether. Nothing sourced and given, no. Something made from his hands.)

He looks at his hands. Holds them up, splays them against the shale backdrop of his ceiling. His hands are always the same, day to day. They are clean but stained. His long and dawdling fingers, his bit of knuckles, his veins and tendons beginning to show a little more. Yes, more, he doesn't know the age of his body but he keeps it somewhere here, at indeterminate forty. There is a hangnail on the ring finger, there are stains of belladonna on the sides, on the rough spots.

Belladonna, that green plant sick with chlorophyll, sick with poison. Crowley is a gardener and he grows belladonna in his bedroom. He knows poisons the way Aziraphale knows the Dewey Decimal System. Yes, he knows them intimately, bent over his long counter, pulling the leaves apart, peeling the stems. Crushing the seeds. He knows not to lick his fingers after, that the leaves and berries are toxic to a grown man, that maybe even Livia had used it once, dripped into Augustus' wine. Not, really, that poisons would matter . It’s one of those little perks of the demon gig, that whole immortality thing. What can get at him; what can cut it short? Only holy water and other blessed things. (Aziraphale is an angel, made out of blessed things. Crowley does not know how it might be to kiss him, mouth to wet mouth. If holy water might burn him, what can he expect from the freshwater mouth of an angel?)

birds of a feather by idiopathicsmile

Aziraphale nests. Crowley relearns some crucial facts about angelic courtship rituals. // look....im weak for home decorating as proxy or metaphor for domesticity and familiarity and this trope is literally this. i die

“Demons definitely don’t court,” says Crowley. “They fuck sometimes, but it’s—I don’t know if you’ve ever seen anything about the mating practices of insects but it’s more—like that. There’s no guarantee all parties will come out in one piece. Never seemed worth it, frankly. I like my pieces where they are.”

Aziraphale takes this all in with a series of slow, horrified nods.

“Wait,” says Crowley, “what do angels do?” He’s never pictured angels engaging with each other at all, outside of maybe mandatory team-building exercises.

“They nest,” says Aziraphale.

Crowley waits for this to all make sense. “What, instead of fucking?”

“No,” says Aziraphale primly. “Not instead. It’s—it’s part of the courtship ritual. You have to be able to build a decent nest if you want to be seen as a viable mate—”

“Like birds,” Crowley repeats, disbelieving.

“Not like birds, birds got it from us,” shrills Aziraphale.

men have gone to heaven for smaller things than that by mercuryhatter

Aziraphale finds an age slipping away from him. // aziraphale and crowley attend robbie ross’ funeral, and aziraphale mourns the loss of the old circle. also there’s some brief dunking on bosie. i adore this fic with my whole heart

“Listen.” Aziraphale took Crowley’s elbow and dragged him out of earshot of the funeral, releasing him under a nearby tree. “It’s not that I’m not glad you’re back. Remember that, because I’m about to be very short with you, but it’s not that.” He raised an eyebrow questioningly and Crowley nodded.

“That being said.” Aziraphale took a deep breath. His voice was shaking slightly and he tried to press it back to steadiness inside his throat. “You will not get near one more human under my charge this decade, are we clear?”

“Angel–” Crowley started, surprised, but Aziraphale cut him off. Fury was bubbling up inside of him, bright and brittle and with a deeply-buried thread of exhaustion that he couldn’t afford to think too long about.

“No.”

where you stay i will stay by mercuryhatter

at the hundred guineas club, men went under women’s names. aziraphale went by naomi and he paid! to keep ruth free! for crowley!!!! while crowley slept! it stopped my tender heart

“Let’s see. We all know Victoria, of course. Betsey, Henrietta, Georgiana, Chastity, that’s rich, and Temperance too, particular friends of each other, I imagine? A few Elizabeths, not particularly creative… oh.” Crowley nudged Aziraphale until he peeked up from his place hidden in Crowley’s sweater. “Aziraphale.”

“No, dear, I didn’t put that one down.” Crowley huffed in fond exasperation.

“No, honey, you put Naomi.”

“So I did.”

“And… I don’t see a Ruth.”

“No,” Aziraphale sighed. “No, I paid them an extra hundred pounds a year to hold that one for me.”

“For you or for…”

and this isn’t a fic but another essay that means the world to me, making an effort: queer (trans) masculinity in the ethereal & occult beings of good omens by elegantidler and irisbleufic

#henry speaks #good omens #fic rec #ineffable husbands

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just like dancing | hyunjin x reader

what’s up losers. this one goes out to @starhhj thanks for always hurting me so good <3

just like dancing | hwang hyunjin x gender neutral reader wordcount: 4k inspired by: sidekick by walk the moon summary: meeting up with a photographer for a day of modelling turns into making a maybe forever friend.

ur a model

well. aspiring model.

ur instagram is a buncha pictures that u make ur friends take of you whenever y'all hang out

u have booked a couple photoshoots and submitted them to magazines

u even got published a couple times!!!!

not in anything big, just photography journals and portraiture mags

BUT IT'S SOMETHING!!!!

photoshoots are hella expensive tho fuckin. rip ur wallet

so u join a facebook group, which is something u never thought u would do

the idea was that aspiring photographers and aspiring models would meet up, get experience, and maybe make professional relationships

you? young and cute

all these photographers? 36 yr old dudes

they always invite you to their studios in their houses

to do artsy half nude shoots

so u were pretty unwilling to meet up with most of them

(understandable)

but then this one schmuck posts in the group, just when u so happen to be looking for weekend plans

“looking for a model this saturday, autumn themed shoot at han river. the leaves are really pretty right now, i wanna catch them before too many fall”

han river was a pretty public place, so u DEFINITELY felt safer

and like, ur school is pretty close to there, so ur familiar with the area

u comment “i'm free all day, give me a time and i'll meet you there”

after it posted, you clicked on his profile and

fuck

he was not 36

and he was CUTE

u freaked the fuck out

this kid looked like he was ur age. and he was hot.

should u delete the comment?

why would u do that?

bc ur nervous?

why are u nervous?

bc the photographer is a hottie?

is that really a good excuse?

before u could debate with urself much longer, ur comment received a like and u got a private message

hyunjin: hi! u look great! meet at the main gates of yeouido park at 9am?

“u look great!”

“U LOOK GREAT!”

(jooe sunbaenim is quaking)

screech

you: so early! okay! what kinda look are u going for?

hyunjin: haha i wanna get that fall morning light!!! i’d like it to be pretty autumnal. warm colors, maybe a sweater/scarf/jacket combo? if u have something like that. minimal makeup & hair, if you're into that stuff. hopefully that's all okay (^ム^)

you: sounds good! see you saturday!

you spend the next few days at school literally just thinking about how ur meeting up with a cutie on saturday

u rlly dont know what to do with urself

i show ur friend a pic of him and she's like “HOOYKY FUXKJGN GODJ”

which was basically your initial reaction too

but then shes like “he looks familiar??? is he a model too???”

u have literally no idea but it's completely possible

like, it's a waste to have that face exclusively behind the camera

and suddenly the two of u are like. obsessively going through his instagram bc WHAT THE FUCK he’s like….. REALLY GOOD

like, he does a lot of portraits, but the focus isn't necessarily always the person in the photo

the composition and background are just as important in every shot and it…. shakes u

there’s a few pictures of him too, all of which are v aesthetic

but how could they not be??? have u seen his face????

he also tags literally every person in his pictures whether they’re models or just his friends while they’re hanging out

and he photocreds everyone who takes pics of him!!

you are literally…. fallin’ in love

because he was cute and had a good eye and wrote cute captions and was so humble!!!

ur friend is like “wow we stan a pro”

“he looks seriously familiar tho, right?”

she's like “yeah i'm confused why have i seen his face before”

and ur shook bc like… if u had seen this boy irl there's no way you would forget how cute he is

finally,,, it's the weekend

you get on the train and head to han river early in the morning, dressed up and made up for your ~autumn photoshoot~

as soon as you get to the gates ur like.. holy fuck

it's so pretty

the leaves are a mix of orange and red and green and there's a couple dusting the ground too

no wonder hyunjin wanted to shoot here

ur kinda aimlessly wandering around the gate when u suddenly spot

him

he’s wearing a bomber jacket and has a camera bag over his shoulder

and his neck is literally at a 90° angle while he's looking at his phone

ur like…. that cant be ok

u get a notif while ur walking up to him and its a message from him asking if u were on ur way

“actually, i can't make it”

he looks up and immediately laughs. “hi! y/n?”

u wave. “hi hyunjin!! nice to meet you!!”

y'all exchange pleasantries and he's suddenly like

“your outfit is literally perfect” he steps back to look at u. “exactly what i had in mind”

u put up a peace sign. he laughs again.

uh oh

u really like his laugh

and his smile

and his everything

uh oh

he leads you further into the park where there's less people and more trees

“i brought another jacket and a couple of scarves in case u wanted something different” u say as he's helping you take off ur backpack

“oooooo a professional”

“not even”

he asks you if he can take a boomerang of u for his instagram story and u do a lil twirl

he gasps

“that was cute!!!!”

he giggles while he's posting it

what is with this kid and his giggles

u cant

if he keeps doin it at this rate, it'll probably be the death of u

which is

cool

he puts your backpack on and pulls his camera out of his bag. “let's take some pics in this outfit and then i'll peek at the other options. i like this look a lot”

and then… he just starts taking pictures

u literally laugh

“where do you want me?”

“wherever,” he goes, checking the pics real fast. “i tend to go for candid shots”

suddenly,,, his entire instagram flashes in your brain

the pictures of people laughing and mid walk and reading books

u thought all the models were just. really comfy and professionals and shit

IT WAS ALL A LIE

“so uhhh…” u literally dont know what to do

u have Never done a shoot Like This

“just walk,” he said. “look around. i'll follow”

you: no fear

hyunjin: just walk

you: one fear

u nervously laugh again and he's hitting his shutter like A MILLION TIMES A SECOND

“okay…… i guess i'll walk then”

u push his shoulder while u walk past him bc he's cheesin at u way too hard for u to handle

“ow”

“that didn't hurt”

“it hurt my heart :(“

ur walking backwards and laughing and he's just. only looking at you through his camera.

so. u wander.

u take a lovely morning walk down the pretty paths at han river

u really were so scared that u would be completely directionless, but hyunjin ends up asking you to do specific things also

“go up on those rocks”

“i'm literally wearing slippery ass boots do you want me to die”

“do it for the shot, y/n”

sIGHHHHHH

so ur up on some rocks trying not to fall into a fucking river

and when hyunjin shows u the pics he takes….

okay

yeah

he was right

the entire time he was shooting, he would just strike up conversation to make you comfy

asking how long you've been pursuing modelling

if u wanna do it as a career or if its just a hobby

about ur family

about ur pets

(he asks a lot about pets)

ur sitting on a bench and he's crouched a few feet away to get those ~angles~ when he asks

“where do u go to school?”

“kyunggi”

hyunjin gasps. “no way! me too!”

you fuckin ALMOST DIE

because u fuckin brainblast and have a recovered memory of seeing hyunjin In Your School's Uniform in the lunchroom and suddenly IT ALL MAKES SENSE

you hop up from the bench and like. YELL.

“OKAY I THOUGHT YOU LOOKED REALLY FAMILIAR ARE YOU KIDDING”

he stands and literally screams and u are. so shocked. “i thought you looked really familiar too!!!! i figured i just had seen your pics on the facebook group!!!! i highkey stalked ur instagram bc i couldn't figure out where i knew you from!!”

okay, wig

he stalked you also which is….. great

“what year are you???”

“i'm a junior!”

you push him.

“boi what the fuck! me too!”

“no way!!!” he's laughing “that's crazy!”

he literally pulls out his phone and opens instagram

u have never seen a person use instagram stories as much as this bitch

like, he intermittently pulls out his phone to get shots for his story

u almost threw hands when u were sliding around on some stupid wet rocks bc he was like “JUMP AGAIN I NEED IT FOR A BOOMERANG”

he does this cute lil hair flip and adjusts his bangs before he starts recording and u…. kinda wanna cry

“I KNEW Y/N LOOKED FAMILIAR”

he spins so ur in the shot with him and puts his arm over your shoulders

“WE'RE LITERALLY IN THE SAME YEAR AT THE SAME SCHOOL”

u laugh out loud

he laughs with you and u have to cover ur mouth so an uwu doesn't fall out

u try not to focus on his literally perfect eye smile as he hunches over his phone to post to his story

like,,,

those crescents

are so cute

and he has this lingering grin every time he laughs

and like. wow. lips. amirite. ladies and gents.

“i cant believe u go to kyunggi,” u say. bc u cant.

“what are the odds. out of all the people in that group, we end up meeting up”

u almost made a joke about it being destiny but then u were like oo no thats creepy dont say that

then hyunjins gasps

and u look at him

and he just looks at you wide eyed

and fucking

whispers

“destiny”

you scream laugh

he's laughing too

but on a real level ur like why would that have been super creepy if u said it but it was cute as hell (and a little heart fluttery) when he did?

he goes on saying it's crazy that you had never had any classes together over the years

“or any clubs,” u said

“yeah!!! what clubs do you do??”

“photography! which is why i'm shocked!!!”

hyunjin gasps again

wtf is up with this boy and his gasps

“i was gonna do photography but they meet the same days as dance!”

BITCH

WHAT THE FUCK

“I DONT DO DANCE BC THEY MEET THE SAME DAYS AS PHOTOGRAPHY”

his entire jaw drops off his damn face

“YOU DANCE TOO?”

“I’M JUST AS SHOCKED AS YOU ARE”

u literally can't believe

“we've been barely missing each other all this time when we could have been best friends :(“

oh ow

ouch hyunjin

that got u right in ur weak heart

like literally u might have a heart condition now bc he just hit u with the “we could have been best friends”

“sorry i already have a best friend”

DGDGSH WHY DID YOU SAY THAT

then he's laughing and ur like… oh fuck wheew

“well, sorry, i'm replacing them now. we have to catch up on lost time.”

and honestly………. he's right

number 1: y'all are both photography nerds

even tho you have begun to skew on the modelling side of it, u always loved taking pictures of scenery and u knew way too much about how cameras worked

and hyunjin really was like a pro

u had watched him adjust settings on his camera for white balance and exposure and everything

and judging by his instagram, he set himself up for some flawless editing too

number 2: y'all are both dance nerds

he tells u basically all his friends are in the dance club and have formed a lil dance crew bc of it

u say u used to take classes when u were younger but now u just go to the gym and hide in a practice room for a few hours every week

he does hip hop! which is so predictable but u still act all surprised

u tell him u used to do ballet but ur much more into urban dance these days

number 3: y'all both don't know how to stop laughing

like literally if either of you do anything remotely funny the other one is fucked for five minutes

ur pretty sure 90% of the pics hyunjin was taking were of you covering your face because ur literally GUFFAWING

and like, y'all ain't even that funny

but the more you laugh the less funny shit has to be for you to be crying

hyunjin told u to stop making him laugh bc his fingers were getting weak and he didnt wanna drop his camera

you, trying not to giggle: its ok u have a strap around ur neck u can drop it

hyunjin, tears flowing freely: PLEASE LET ME BREATHE

number 4: y'all both LOVE UR PETS

like idk man he tells u about kkami and u freak the fuck out because he's just SO EXCITED ABT HIS PUP

and hyunjin almost ditches u right then n there when u say ur more of a cat person BUT he forgives u because ur cat is literally named hot dog

this is highkey the most fun you've ever had on a shoot

like, you feel so comfortable with hyunjin

and every time you take breaks to peek at the pictures he's been taking

u like … literally stop breathing

he's so talented ;;

you eventually swap jackets and scarves and wander around more

and literal hours later hyunjin's like

“are u hungry”

u stare. “always”

he laughs. “do you wanna go to the convenience store and make ramen”

“i thought you'd never ask”

so y'all go to the conbini and pick out ya fave ramen packets

(and some chips and candy bc u have literally no self control)

hyunjin really tries to buy your food for you but you yell at him while ur checking out bc Boi. No.

the cashier: watched the two of you look at food and bump into each other constantly, touching each others arms and giggling the whole time

you: leave me the fuck alone hwang hyunjin or i'm calling the cops!!!

the cashier: ????????

u make ur ramen at the handy dandy hot water dispenser and carefully bring it back to a seating area in the park

“be careful it's hot!!!”

“hyunjin please, u act like i'm not a ramen pro”

“i just didnt want u to burn ur cute lil mouth, damn”

ur entire being goes WEE WOO WEE WOO

u literally almost choke on nothing and you just cough to try to play it off

hyunjin is having none of it

he's laughing his ass off

“wow that got you better than i expected”

“fuck off hwang”

he stands up to leave and u laugh and grab his sleeve

he's giggling before he even sits again

y'all eat ur ramen and chat more about school and hobbies

he tells u about this one time he almost got admitted into a cult

you: wow… pretty AND dumb

hyunjin, flustered: h-hey!

you tell him about how your cat is a rescue and his heart melts

there's a minute where you're staring at nothing in the distance eating chips

and hyunjin is just staring at you

his brain: hoe dont do it

his heart: doki doki

his brain: oh my god

“hey… are you still free all day?”

u look at him. “yeah, why?”

he opens a bag of gummies. “i'm supposed to meet up with some friends to go bowling in like an hour but i wanna keep hanging out. wanna come?”

you groan. “i'm so bad at bowling”

“we can be on a team,” he offers you a gummy bear and you take it. “i'll carry you.”

pls explain why an image of him holding you bridal style popped into ur head sgdhhf

“haha okay. as long as ur friends aren't lame.”

“they are, but i'll be there so it's fine”

“fair enough. i'm in.”

so y'all hop on a bus and head to the bowling alley that (apparently) hyunjin and his buddies frequent

(he's playing pickles with you in the back of the bus and you're giggling so hard that ur struggling to tell him to cut it the fuck out so you don't disturb the people sitting next to you)

((but also feeling his entire body press against you isn't the worst))

you've been to this bowling alley before

it's popular among younger folks because it's cheap lol

the two of you walk in and one of his friends immediately starts yelling

u freeze “dude i thought u said we were gonna be early”

he looked at his phone “we literally are”

this blonde kid is yelling hyunjin's name and ur wide eyed while u follow

“UR LATE”

“I'M NOT”

“IT'S 2:20”

“WE SAID 2:30!!!”

“TELL THAT TO LITERALLY EVERYONE WHO SHOWED UP AT TWO!!!!!”

hyunjin looks over to the group of his friends already bowling a game “oh”

u bust out laughing

hyunjin gets all flustered like “i-i thought it was 2:30!!!”

“who's ur friend, my perpetually late son”

“o-oh,,, this is y/n”

his friend sticks out his hand for you to shake. “hi, i'm chan. were you the model today?”

you grin “are you saying i look like a model?”

“OKAY!” hyunjin grabs your shoulders and you giggle when chan stutters without responding while hyunjin drags you to the counter to rent shoes and pay for a game

hyunjin is: flustered

he's all embarrassed because he was late and got yelled at by his fake dad

and then u went and,,,, u were so smooth with chan

he wondered if you had been flirting with him all morning because you actually liked him or,,, ur just a flirt

he grabbed your wallet out of your hand and shoved it in his pocket so that he could pay for your shoes and game for you.

“hyunjin!!!!!”

“you wouldn't let me buy you food and you wouldn't be here if it wasn't for me if you argue i swear i'll throw you down a lane”

you pout but you let him pay

and ur heart,,, it goes off, dude

like,,,, maybe,,,,,,, u would let him throw you sgdgshsh

y'all walk over to the lane his friends are on, bowling shoes in hand

“y/n!”

your face lights tf up. “seungmin!!”

hyunjin looks between the two of you probably six times while you hug before finally going “w-what”

you and seungmin look at each other, then at hyunjin

hyunjin: you know each other

you and seungmin, in sync: photography club

hyunjin: alright, well,

he announces to everyone your name and you were his new best friend and that if any of them had a problem with it they could talk to his fist

you, softly, but with feeling: f-fuck

y'all change your shoes and watch as his friends finish up their game

while they play, hyunjin points each person out and tells you their name, helping you learn all these new people

since u guys were twenty (20) minutes late, they were already almost done with the first game

they were all pretty good.

well. most of them were.

the guy hyunjin pointed out as jisung kept getting gutter, but he was having fun

everyone else kept getting strikes or spares and u were like oh god

you keep telling hyunjin that ur really bad at bowling

hyunjin: i'll teach you. it'll be like ghost.

you, softly, but with more feeling: f-fUck

you, realization washing over you: wait how would you even-

hyunjin: *giggles*

hyunjin's giggles.

send tweet.

the entire time you were entirely too conscious of how close he was to you

you could feel the burning on your shoulder, thigh, knee - all the contact points where his body bumped into yours

your knee bobbed involuntarily while you watched the game end, nervously anticipating your turn to hit the gutter

and suddenly, hyunjin's hand was gently placed on your knee

it stopped bobbing

you looked at his hand, then at him

he smiled, but kept looking forward

“relax. even if you're bad, i'll hype you up.”

it was barely above a whisper so you wondered for a sec if he was even talking to you

hhhhHHHHH THIS BOY

yall start bowling.

he was. not all talk.

like who the fuck is good at bowling

hyunjin, apparently

he fuckin. chucked that ball down the lane

it made a smooth curve and took out. every. pin.

you stared at the empty lane in disbelief as hyunjin got a couple high fives from his friends making his way towards you

"not bad, right?"

"bro what the fuck"

he laughed and held out a hand to help you up "we bowl a lot"

you didnt even process fully that he was pulling you out of your seat because it was your turn.

ur hands: sweaty

ur arms: spaghetti

ur vomit: on ur sweater already

not actually

u picked up the ball hyunjin had helped you pick and looked at him like a deer in headlights

"bro i havent bowled since i was six"

he giggled. "you can do this"

he walked with u and showed you his starting stance, gently adjusting the way your wrists twisted and patting your hip

u. tried to not blush. no word on how well you did.

he guided you through your walk up and when u let go of the ball..

…

……

YOU DIDNT HIT GUTTER

you SCREAMED

"BRO I HIT A PIN!!!!!!!!!!!!"

hyunjin gave you a Sick High Ten, laughing "now you gotta hit the other nine!"

you froze

fuck

the others were starting to calm down from the excitement of your first half-frame, anticipating your second hit

you watched your ball return from the lane n went over to grab it

hyunjin looked at you Once and was likr….. is that caspar the ghost

the color had DRAINED from you

u…. u hit a pin…… thats like the best u've ever done

n now you gotta TOP THAT?

"its like dancing," he said suddenly. u looked at him, desperate to hear advice in terms u understood. "even if you can go through the motions, it doesnt necessarily make you good. you have to trust your body to remember the motions, give it a little finesse, and that's when you start to get Really good."

you blinked at him

"was that supposed to be helpful"

"can you Shut the Fuck Up and Bowl"

you took a deep breath, adjusting your stance as hyunjin reminded you of the steps you needed to take

another breath

steps

swing

let go…..

roollllingngg…………

*HIGH PITCHED WAILING*

"I HIT FOUR PINS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

hyunjin scoops u up in a hug, spinning you around

ur too busy SCREAMING to register whats happening until he puts you down

u stare at him a second

he stares at you

"GOOD JOB Y/N!!!!!"

you turn to seungmin, who also scoops you into a hug, the rest of the boys crowding around you

you didnt even have a chance to be embarrassed about the weird eye contact you n hyunjin made

or about how. everyone in the bowling alley was staring at you guys.

because like…… suddenly

you just made a bunch of new friends

and one of them

helped you hit a pin for the first time.

and maybe….

he was still holding your hand

and maybe that felt really nice.

#hwang hyunjin #hyunjin #stray kids #skz #stray kids scenario #stray kids imagine #stray kids fluff #hwang hyunjin scenario #hwang hyunjin imagine

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sirjustice7 · 4 years

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the ukweli

Click the link below 4 navistar electric buses

https://www.google.com/search?q=navistar+e-vehicles&tbm=isch&ved=2ahUKEwi94c2IgdvnAhWE_IUKHf9nDTIQ2-cCegQIABAA&oq=navistar+e-vehicles&gs_l=img.3…103859.110286..111403…0.0..0.289.2904.0j11j4……0….1..gws-wiz-img…….0j0i5i30j0i8i30j0i24j0i67j0i30.ReCg9ZWeeeU&ei=-MtLXr2FCoT5lwT_z7WQAw&bih=881&biw=1280&rlz=1C1CHBD_enKE883KE883

If u insert that thing on the ass-hole it makes ya face not straight and vice versa and makes ya live long. They come to Africa as tourists to check if Christ can come and they built the cities on fertile lands which brings the curse they got so migrated, and so come to check up if where the city was built can flourish in herbs, grass or trees 4 God to revert the curse.

School buses in sub-Saharan Africa are made with plates which are made out of corpse, breeding bad spirit, get out the engine and buy the bus like in the link below and fix ya engine or sell that I and buy a new 1 al2gether dude

https://www.google.com/search?q=navistar%20e-vehicles&tbm=isch&tbs=rimg%3ACQDfdhM0yaPWImAhamRHcXelOrIXDaY–vhkYdzsO195t4nFnMTh1FWT7-QsN7THFHm0FyFFfUIe_1PaG6uGUcA6wIfKS0Ra-P5iBHK1SIStePrROVEm3sXgJHZQhHdktDHnub5Mr9AAqMSAqEgkhamRHcXelOhF3ifL0CHGgeyoSCbIXDaY–vhkEZeX49ZaNZ3yKhIJYdzsO195t4kRuJQVPvirWwAqEgnFnMTh1FWT7xEoQj1nskjSOyoSCeQsN7THFHm0EYowZOMPq7KhKhIJFyFFfUIe_1PYRn6wMQcuexlEqEgmG6uGUcA6wIRFcFU6cluVniCoSCfKS0Ra-P5iBEZa6TH_1EdxvQKhIJHK1SIStePrQRA1vgny-zVJwqEglOVEm3sXgJHRHSiS02Ci5eIioSCZQhHdktDHnuEaTPaM25HJIBKhIJb5Mr9AAqMSARAxfv071RpoJhm-7FHNOO-NY&client=firefox-b-d&hl=en&ved=0CBsQuIIBahcKEwio6beasN3nAhUAAAAAHQAAAAAQBw&biw=1007&bih=637

The shinny trucks in the link below are made out of hardcore criminal corpse placed on dough then cold water poured, jets lies like house flies inserted on dough, Renault cars, landana or like janus cough drop inserted on dough the cold water poured.

https://www.google.com/search?q=navistar+e-vehicles&tbm=isch&source=univ&client=firefox-b-d&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwizoIqKsN3nAhVrAGMBHVaTBj0QsAR6BAgKEAE&biw=1024&bih=654#imgrc=nK4AZ9xzTWUM3M

They got human spirit that kinda directs ya, like in carli4nia X-bit song, a bus moves from country La to the city, seeing the road crucks reminds ya of fish being prepaired 4 deep fry thus the roads once underlaying rocks are placed which are as well made on the dough procedure, fishes are placed at interval in the dark then cold water poured and the tarmacked road made easily as opposed to the 1 which is expensive we see in Africa to take money back home

Kill ya son or daughter, if u cant hustle and knowing much yet in the later part wanna disturb us with yet like father like son, kinda, we are breeding a bad gene, dude, die we burry ya. Kebi has told us on how every gadget is made, so what ya son will come out of to be tolerated like long ago that it was an excuse maybe if he behaves that way he might help us with an innovation or invention. If u know nothing humble, respect people and the constitution and move a head dude or-else die we bury u, I will stand 4 socks or ties dude

Spirit still around in kids, delete everything on books or on syllabus that kebi has proven its a lie, don’t struggle to study a lie it breeds guilt, war and confusion among kids, cause God knows its a lie like the linear motion with a plane, period the plane used siren gas to fly like in the link below

https://www.google.com/search?q=flying+a+helicopter+on+yesterday+kenyan+news+cardet&tbm=isch&ved=2ahUKEwiJ7_jmst3nAhVFYxoKHQs7A4AQ2-cCegQIABAA&oq=flying+a+helicopter+on+yesterday+kenyan+news+cardet&gs_l=img.3…9655.29822..30254…2.0..0.321.10913.0j25j26j2……0….1..gws-wiz-img…….0j0i67j0i5i30j0i8i30j0i24j0i30.xtq72nsZkTU&ei=jgxNXonwMcXGaYv2jIAI&bih=654&biw=1024&client=firefox-b-d

If they say u can be president or Mp, well, that’s your dream and it will help ya family not even tribe men, u will be 1 then another is elected, friends, how many have seen such, it aint a hoot to us dude. You aint the 1st 1 or the last to be 1 once laws are made, president wont help ya locate jobs or still money to help ya as students can scan their script on phone prior to submitting their credentials, so no cheating that leads to mis-appropriation of people on different courses leading to different jobs as well blocking others halting their dream- that’s what the president and his people does and it wont be there period dude

If u wanna be home with elder people or ya head to be small take food portion with no salt then with salt. It draws elder people to ya if u eat tasteless food thinking you are elder as with much salt deems ya rude even if they were not there, its a spirit dude, you got to know, Mr sam kokudo working in the Kenyan parliament building in Nairobi, Has not that money, even wants ya food, was given a job after going to india, so gives like 60% of his salary back, the house he lives on was built with partly that money loan taken after a bank approached. So frustrated cause they aint sure of the next parliament, rendering them jobless, cars he drives to ksm senators, MPs, Governors cars. If he continues with dat and with any dignitary we gona use a mad scrap metal picker to sturb ya then runs away cause u r of nuisance period, wanting others things while with ya when they are down cant look at them twice, anyway it was a blessing in disguise to write on it the way am doing like with allowing folks to watch tv.

The big shinny trucks needs respect both with police or the people driving them, so incase of rude nation breeds confusion and needs not to be driven every time like the short headed ones found in Kenya which needs to be driven like daily which with them is when they don’t bring a spirit.

U wanna know a Somali blooded woman, if u think of seducing 1, u see a group of people behind ya like also wanting to hurt ya or benefit from ya. The more the number of people behind u the more the bloods and vice versa.

Most vehicles in Kenya are Dubai made as cereals or cut grass poured unto them parts after dis-assembled to make the new but not long lasting. The kikuyu buy even old engines and makes the same get to church live and say with pointing their figures in happy mood 3. The reason dude, another 1. Worker and vineyard parable and Christ with division to cement the truth. Gol, towa, remove the untitled from tumblr name like samaki with its bones, I will never dude, leave me alone say kebi. Boyfriend, mandi mit nyodho says roda to kebi. Sheep and goat parable that made Jesus to be arrested to cement de trut. The same matatu new once are made with dough inside mango placed dude

With syllabus lies they assert to be true to still sell what is used in the lab in the practical classes. Remove school 4 students to learn onlines on captured every topic and sub-topic classes only dummy get to class to be instructed making the difference between the dummy and the bright like with cpa. Click the link below 4 more

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YHC0-tlS1cs

With church take a big tank like in the link below, put outside the church let people drop their offering when getting in or out the church without some1 risking being monitored on how much they have placed then u see church atrophies, fulfilled in revelation 4, at that time the root of David Rod/sex/penis/pesa, money

Govt to build new jails like the new schools to take the wanting ya food or grab ya manhood or cut ya in the dark to, to make them loose network bro, b4 the are out again in if they do the same jokes, No kidding dude, out of hand, liaising with dignitaries who are sure will not get back to their posts as well as the police

Expand ya business in the USA using funds from grants at www.grants.com

http://grants.com/

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Let the judges found, they just give u a lawyer if u dont have cash and does shoddy work and ya case goes to the worst ending up being a criminal. Let each jail have a software where any jailed can be given a judge prior then in not more than 100 words explain their case to the judge to avoid the former on the lawyer. They just sit in their offices using precedents to rule others case and take big chunk of taxpayers money at court time what u have written given to the court and u as well to facilitate justice.

The pressure cooker in the link below when exposing out hot fumes is the same technology the steam generator uses as i have researched via google or the little know how i got. When u have given all the names of tumblr a/c they purpoted to have deleted which they have learnt they cant delete, they pop up with their own, like kanze not saying in full or obama as i had seduced the earlier or if u look at a car u wanna buy or a house and form new jealousy they have created the kikuyu blooded men, silly character to will end thats the happiness. Now if u wait 4 me to kill myself, u will wait untill Christ comes back, with all at alibabashopping its a plus to me and justice even at amazonshopping

https://www.google.com/search?rlz=1C1CHBD_enKE883KE883&q=images+of+steam+generators+from+china&tbm=isch&source=univ&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwiTgNWJ19jnAhUInxQKHYJSDGQQsAR6BAgJEAE&biw=1280&bih=881

https://www.google.com/search?rlz=1C1CHBD_enKE883KE883&q=images+of+pressure+cooker&tbm=isch&source=univ&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwiMrtWN2NjnAhX06OAKHUFBDmoQsAR6BAgKEAE&biw=1280&bih=881

Killing myself a longtime was viable but now with no fuel generator, automatic locks and E-vehicle, its like forcing water out plastic Cyprus tree which is cumbersome. They wanna buy the kevs AE in kevinelson mondy facebook a/c yet other nations have made it and its not patented. Kebi saying give me women instead, i will select them on the computer and will open E-bus and E-public yacht, speed boat 4 them and built hotel with the profits, thats how i will maintain them bro. images of the above in the links below, keep ya money to ya self Mr trumpielo

https://www.google.com/search?rlz=1C1CHBD_enKE883KE883&q=images+of+a-yacht&tbm=isch&source=univ&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwjs9YSF2djnAhWu0eAKHaAzB5IQsAR6BAgKEAE&biw=1280&bih=881

https://www.google.com/search?rlz=1C1CHBD_enKE883KE883&q=e-bus+images&tbm=isch&source=univ&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwibyPuf2djnAhWOHxQKHb–DvcQsAR6BAgIEAE&biw=1280&bih=881

https://www.google.com/search?q=e-airplanes&tbm=isch&ved=2ahUKEwjyx5Sh2djnAhXUwYUKHaHyDTMQ2-cCegQIABAA&oq=e-airplanes&gs_l=img.3..0i8i30.10084.13688..13940…0.0..0.234.2113.0j9j2……0….1..gws-wiz-img…….0j0i67j0i30j0i5i30j0i8i10i30.WcyAq62ystg&ei=ypVKXvK6LtSDlwSh5beYAw&bih=881&biw=1280&rlz=1C1CHBD_enKE883KE883#imgrc=pjAwQZ49IBspVM

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Kankata cars made with plastic like acid bottles or cooking fat bottles inserted on the dough as well as old papers or newspapers while esar coins or money put inside dough or euphobia mixed with water and the above inserted, meaning Egyptians are making money cause money of any nation made that way by inserting their own cash in the dough bringing forth high population dude

https://www.google.com/search?rlz=1C1CHBD_enKE883KE883&q=kankata+car+photos&tbm=isch&source=univ&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwiQh9fI2djnAhUKAGMBHUogDcMQsAR6BAgKEAE&biw=1280&bih=881

https://www.google.com/search?q=esar+car+photos&tbm=isch&ved=2ahUKEwih0a7K2djnAhUK8xoKHQFCBPIQ2-cCegQIABAA&oq=esar+car+photos&gs_l=img.3…9693.10663..11769…0.0..0.226.849.0j1j3……0….1..gws-wiz-img…….0i7i30j0i7i5i30j0i8i7i30.Gu74DXWsfqg&ei=IZZKXuG8Corma4GEkZAP&bih=881&biw=1280&rlz=1C1CHBD_enKE883KE883#imgrc=7EWHVqQnnktQfM

https://www.google.com/search?q=no+fuel+generator+images&tbm=isch&source=univ&client=firefox-b-d&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwiatKiLj9bnAhUj8uAKHZ9QCxkQsAR6BAgHEAE&biw=1280&bih=910#imgrc=cZZ2_xCkLRo71M

https://www.google.com/search?q=dc+timer+photos&tbm=isch&source=univ&client=firefox-b-d&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwjmnorDkNbnAhVFC2MBHVsPBDUQsAR6BAgKEAE&biw=1280&bih=910#imgrc=FEWSmqSwYYNC7M

The lands with oil, God did not settle those people in those lands, after the jew migrated to temperate lands after the Green-man left Europe and America 4 Venus planet they distributed them from the land Green-man left as they were slaves in those lands. God made it that way so we are jew, though we are lazy our lands got enough to spare, so what u gonna do in the link below

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1jyk4YkvCJ8

The nyamwezi, mlk got nyamwezi blood and many world leaders, following the moon to no end so called people of the moon, not only masai walks but as well The nyamwezi loving crime scenes or showing pity to crimes. Tomato, nyanya, tm got dat blood, good leaders along time b4 intermarriages destroy the gene, Malagasy and masai folks got the nyamwezi gene of being good. Their skin is always shiny like in the link below and soft as supple not dry skin like incarnated people, the tribe love central places as in tz they live at tabora/shinyanga are, google to find out dude

https://www.google.com/search?client=firefox-b-d&q=belle+9+ft+blue

The below is explained by the above link as they want to follow kebi to no end

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q0ZUbFVgZpc

https://www.britannica.com/place/Sao-Tome-and-Principe

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Demographics_of_Eritrea

https://www.google.com/search?q=photos+of+ewe+togo+women&tbm=isch&source=univ&client=firefox-b-d&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwjE0NnXhdjnAhVOXMAKHVyYD4MQsAR6BAgKEAE&biw=1280&bih=910

https://www.google.com/search?q=kabiye+women+tribe+photos&tbm=isch&source=univ&client=firefox-b-d&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwjI9pyfhtjnAhUMWsAKHXhfCXkQsAR6BAgKEAE&biw=1280&bih=910

Most nyamwezi people are tingrinya blooded and vice versa as well as many sao tome and principle nationals. They are free people not wanting others food and can survive both in hardship and in riches, they are hustlers and Asmara in luo means the booty is mine bim, abimalech in the bible with abraham while bim is appe who dont see that his booty is deep red while abuse another 1 that his booty is red, the red indians got dat blood dude as nelson kevin bro. Rateng ti, titi they love, nyap they look like as weak stepping on wrong stone. Tigrinya also got the togo tribe blood of swollen eye, the ewe is the tribe am talking about who are tigrinya blooded. Kabiye are ewe when j is added is jew which they forgot along time “as kebi warned them of the dire consequences of intermarriage when he was the secretary of war during the Portuguese inversion era“ They are masai blooded from the mothers side, their men married the women not vice versa bringing forth a polite understanding tribe b4 the masai destroyed their genes by marrying the batak tribe from Indonesia who are rude, tough-headed as the negro and cannibal, having sweet mouth or high appetite for sweet things with big booty women, they loved the booty, their men, so see what big booty can do to a tribe. Be warned let history not repeat itself to destroy further the tribes genes to destroy the world as bring rude UN-understanding people, war lovers or lay dude and even murderers.

God dont want like the hindu thing of monitoring other people, they ought to be free like in the movies of robotics like the transformers, and people not to eat gmo but firm esp usa to give up on ammunition and firm like along time

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Folks dont open up like sirjustice10 b4 i reach there, as competing with me like in the song below breeding confusion, my dying time was all gone only on planned or natural ways

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DpS4zxYDGgE

It wont tire me to give pride to the booty of a woman i love to fuck, sitachoka nakupatia hagar za minaj, theresa,robinson and many sifa. Wasee siutani, the text ni, ‘It wont tire me, okablo ol oloo’ swears kebi in an intercourse.

X-bit song to strength kids who don’t belong link below

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ig6MD1cgtC0

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sirjustice9-blog · 4 years

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No fuel generator google pals

With new no fuel generator and you can google that,the govt should stop electrification, buy the machine in regards with the watts and fix to households. Electrification wires and poles, transformers are very expensive only taking much money back to the country given the electrification tender.

They got no money, a house in Nairobi dat they can live on is not less than $ 2000 left with the same to spend if they campaigned 4 u r nominated or certificate stolen unto ya. Count all the above cases and see how many they amount to. Jokorgikebi masikini or jokorgidilanu jojuogi, tinting ya name if eating well and in the ghetto, as ya life moves on good. The group of many matatu in Nairobi routes like city connection or city hoppers are not 4 one person as purported just to bring respect but 4 them both the govt and the opposition. They meet at night and discuss the above, eying to lure usa beauties with such tricks or just Europe dude. Uhuru was in the usa, still Kenya is beautiful or ya eye bad, can u tell ya tribe the truth to stop all this shit or whats u up to dude, what u gonna do. When all Lupe holes blocked, kinda, in open road grab ya manhood lest u block and they do it again and again even if u warn them liaising with Mr Hindu and big dignitaries. If u cut 1 with a panga or axe, then if a coin is placed in many peoples hand to see who did that and ya group has been monitored and known, all will be gotten out and the same done to ya to cement the fact dat death is the best justice possible.