#me remembering im bad at starters

[riwrite-a]

i will never forgive the twipri manga for what it did to my boy. like im glad other people like it bc people should like what makes them happy but oh man. what it does to link goes against everything ive thought abt him since i was 7 yrs old. hes not an edgy warrior whos already survived hell!! the beginning of the game makes it clear hes a village boy from birth. he loves his life and the people in ordon!! and its all torn from him by the twilight invasion. its a loss of innocence by being forced into a role he doesnt know how to fill. he just wants to save ilia and the kids and then midna and zelda and the spirits all place a legacy upon him he wasnt prepared for. he takes in stride as best he can, and to my interpretation he believes that he cant fight fate and is only following the inevitable path the gods drew for him, and he's satisfied with that being his lot in life. someone has to be the hero. if it has to be him, then so be it, he'll be the best damn hero he can be

[itsmealaiah]

PLEASE I NEED A SUBMISSIVE BILL WHERE HE LITERALLY NEEDS US SO BAD AND WE HAVE TO HELP HIM. LIKE CAN YOU MAKE IT FROM ANGST TO SMUT PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE. 🙏 I NEED IT SO BAD IM LITERALLY GOING RABID I LOVE YOU AND YOUR WORK.

honestly same 😔

Can you take care of me love?

thank you for the request bb 🫶🫶 love you

tags/ warnings: sub! bill, bill being bratty, riding, p in v, head, dom! reader, cursing, dacryphilia, slight screaming, begging.

pairing: 2010 bill x f reader

MDNI ⚠️

contents: angst + smut

Your POV:

Bill was a complete and utter mess. He had just come back from touring with his band and he was a disaster. His hair was disheveled, his makeup was smeared, and he had a general air of dissatisfaction about him. He slammed the door to his tour bus shut, stomped up the steps, and flung himself across the bed in his room. He let out a frustrated groan, kicking his feet in the air and grinding his hips into the mattress. y/n, his best friend and personal assistant, sighed wearily as I heard the commotion coming from Bill's room. I knew what was coming next.

"Bill!" she yelled, knocking on his door. "You need to calm down and clean yourself up! We've got a photo shoot tomorrow, remember?" There was no response from within the room, so I took it as a sign to barge in. "Bill?" I called, poking my head into the room. "Bill, you better not be ignoring me!"

The twenty-year-old singer rolled over onto his back, propping himself up on his elbows and scowling at her. "Oh, hi ya know, just chillin' over here," he drawled sarcastically. "What do you want, huh?" His voice was laced with annoyance, and I couldn't help but roll my eyes.

"I want you to get your act together, for starters!" I retorted, stomping over to the bed and sitting down next to him. "You're my best friend, Bill, and I love you, but you're being such a brat right now. You need to clean up and get some rest, or you're going to be a mess for the photo shoot tomorrow." He let out a dramatic sigh, but didn't protest as I pulled him into a tight hug. "Come on, you can't keep acting like this. You know you're better than that."

Bill relaxed a little in my embrace, his muscles slowly uncoiling. "Fine," he mumbled into my shoulder. "But you owe me."

I smiled softly and kissed the top of his head. "Don't worry, I'll take good care of you. Now, let's get you cleaned up." I helped him sit up and then reached for the hem of his shirt, slowly peeling it off his body. His toned, sweaty chest was exposed to the cool air, and I couldn't help but admire the way his defined abs led down to his waistband.

As I worked on getting him undressed, Bill leaned back against the pillows, watching me with a mix of amusement and curiosity. "So, what exactly do you have in mind for taking care of me?" he asked, arching an eyebrow. "Are you going to give me a massage or something?"

I grinned cheekily in response. "Maybe later," I teased. "For now, how about I give you a bath? You could use the relaxation, and I think it would do you some good." Bill hesitated for a moment, looking uncertain, but then finally nodded. "Okay," he agreed, "that sounds nice."

I helped him climb out of bed and then led him over to the bathroom. I filled the tub with warm, soothing water and added some lavender bath salts, hoping it would help calm him down. Once everything was ready, I helped Bill step into the tub and then sat down on the edge beside him, taking his wet, dirty hand in mine. "See, this is what I mean," I told him softly. "You just need a little relaxation."

He looked down at our hands, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Yeah," he murmured, "I guess you're right." As I began to gently wash his body with a washcloth, he let out a contented sigh, leaning back against the tub. His shoulders relaxed, and the tension seemed to drain from his muscles. I took my time, washing every inch of his skin, making sure to pay special attention to his neck and behind his ears.

"How's that?" I asked, rinsing the cloth in the water. "Better?"

"Mmm, yeah," Bill murmured, leaning his head back against my hand. "That feels good." He looked up at me, a small smile playing on his lips. "Thanks y/n."

I smiled back down at him, my heart fluttering in my chest. There was something so intimate about this moment, so close and personal. It felt…right. As if we were two halves of the same person, somehow perfectly in sync. I leaned forward, my lips brushing against his damp, smooth skin as I kissed his shoulder. "You're welcome, Bill."

He let out a shuddering breath, his eyes drifting closed. "You know," he murmured, his voice low and husky, "

I could really get used to this." His words sent a thrill through me, and I couldn't help but press closer, my lips trailing lower on his shoulder, teasing the skin beneath. His body responded to my touch, growing more and more aroused with each passing moment.

"Well," I breathed, "you're in luck, because I think I could get used to this too." I moved my hand to cup his chest, feeling the warmth and strength of his muscles beneath my palm. "I mean, if you want me to…" I trailed off, my voice growing hoarse with desire.

Bill opened his eyes, looking at me with a mixture of lust and affection. "I'd like that very much," he said, his voice barely more than a whisper. His hands found their way to my hips, pulling me closer still.

I leaned in, pressing my lips to his neck, feeling his pulse race beneath my mouth. His skin was so smooth and soft, and I couldn't resist the urge to explore it with my tongue. I traced his collarbone with my tongue, teasing him, as my other hand moved lower, cupping his erection through his wet swim trunks.

He let out a moan, arching his back into my touch. "Oh fuck, y/n," he groaned. "That feels so good." His hips bucked against my hand, and I could feel the length of him growing harder, straining against me. I couldn't wait any longer.

I helped him out of the tub, guiding him over to the bed where I had laid out a towel earlier. I dried him off with care, paying extra attention to the parts of him that seemed most sensitive. As I dried his lower half, I bent down, kissing and licking my way up his thigh, teasing him with every touch. When I finally reached his hard length, I took him in my hand, stroking him gently as I looked up at him. His eyes were closed, his jaw clenched as he fought for control.

"You're so beautiful, Bill," I whispered, leaning in to kiss the tip of him. "I want you so much." I wrapped my lips around him, taking him deeper into my mouth, sucking gently as I began to bob my head. He let out a groan, his hands tangling in my hair as he thrust helplessly into my mouth. I moaned around him, savoring the taste of him, the feel of him growing hot and slick in my mouth.

I knew he was close, and I wanted to feel him come undone. I picked up the pace, sucking harder and moving my hand in time with my mouth, stroking him faster and faster. His hips bucked wildly, and he cried out my name as he came, his seed spilling down my throat. I swallowed every drop, savoring the salty flavor as it filled my mouth.

As he caught his breath, I leaned up and kissed him softly on the lips, tasting myself on him. He wrapped his arms around me, holding me close as he ran a hand through my hair, his touch sending shivers down my spine. "You're incredible," he murmured, his voice still ragged from the intensity of his orgasm. "I didn't think anything could feel that good."

I smiled against his skin, feeling a thrill of pride and affection course through me. "Well, I'm glad I could be of service," I whispered, kissing his chest again. His skin was still warm from the bath, and it felt so good against mine. I shifted slightly, straddling him as I trailed my fingers down his abdomen, teasing the hair that had started to darken below his navel.

His hands found their way to my hips again, guiding me lower, urging me to press against him. I obliged, feeling the hard length of his cock pressed against my center. I was still wet from our previous encounter, and I couldn't wait to feel him inside me again. I reached down between us, guiding him to where I wanted him.

He groaned, thrusting forward as he felt the heat of my body surround him. "God, y/n," he breathed, his voice ragged with desire. I arched my back, meeting his thrust with my own, feeling him fill me completely. He held me close, one hand cupping my breast as the other threaded through my wet hair, holding me still as he took me with long, slow strokes.

The room seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of us and the rhythm of our bodies moving together. His skin was hot against mine, and I could feel the strength and power of him as he held me close. I wrapped my legs around him, digging my nails into his shoulders as the pleasure built inside me, higher and higher.

He groaned, his thrusts growing deeper as he felt the tightness of my orgasm approaching. "God, y/n," he muttered, his hips moving faster, his breath hot against my neck. "You feel so good." His fingers dug into my hips, urging me to meet his movements with my own. I arched my back, crying out his name as I came, my body shuddering around him.

His thrusts grew even more forceful as he felt my release, and I could feel the pressure building inside him again. "Fuck, I'm close," he gasped, his hips bucking wildly as he came, his seed spilling deep inside me. He held me tight, his body trembling with the force of his orgasm, and I could feel the way he was still hard, even as he emptied himself into me.

I ran my fingers through his hair, stroking him gently as he recovered from his orgasm. His chest rose and fell with ragged breaths, his skin flushed from exertion and pleasure. "I love how you feel inside me," I whispered, kissing his neck. "So big, and hard…I never want this to end."

He let out a low groan, his hips still moving slightly against mine. "Me too," he murmured, nuzzling my neck. "I could stay like this forever." His hand trailed down my side, tracing lazy circles around my hip.

I shifted my weight slightly, grinding against him as I felt him begin to harden again. His breath hitched, and his hips jerked forward, pushing deeper inside me. "You're insatiable," he breathed, his voice husky with desire. "I'm going to have to fuck you again before we can even think about stopping."

a/n: hope you enjoyed ❤️ ❤️

requests are open!

[stargazing-imagines]

The Grudge — Conrad Fisher x Fem!reader

Description: you and Conrad breakup the 2 summers before after him cheating on you, but what happens when you come back to cousins beach with another lover? Leaving him regretting what he did.

Warning: Conrad being a jerk, bad writing.

Fandom: the summer I turned pretty

Requested: no

A/n: this song is based on the song the grudge by Olivia Rodrigo! Oh and this isn’t going to have a happy ending, but if you want a part two then let me know because this can definitely work with a part two!

It has been a few years since you have last seen Conrad, after the heartache of seeing him kiss belly was clear vision of why he was acting weird that one summer.

Here you were in the passenger seat of your fiancés car as you and him were driving to cousins beach for Susannah’s annual Fourth of July party. Everyone was going to be there, Laurel, Steven, Jeremiah, Belly, even Conrad.

You wanted to turn down the invitation, but Susannah pushed you into coming after she saw your Facebook pictures of your engagement to Anthony and wanting to meet him.

“How are you feeling, tell me honestly.” Said Anthony as he placed his hand on top of your shaking hands, you clutched you’re hands with his looking down

“Honestly… im nervous.” You said “from what Susannah said, everyone has changed,”

“What do you mean?” Asked Anthony as he looked at you then back at the road

“For starters, belly is grown up.” You said “Susannah even told me that she’s doing the debutante ball.”

“Didn’t you do it?” Asked Anthony as he kept his eyes on the road

“Yeah, the summer before I left…”

That was also the day that you and Conrad have broken up, he was your escort to the ball when all the sudden he kissed another girl

“Yeah, she even invited me to come watch her.”

“Are you going to?”

You scoffed before shaking your head

“And watch belly and Conrad together?” You said “nope.”

After you said that, he pulled into the driveway of the beach house, putting the car in park. He turned the car off before turning towards you.

“Remember… I’ll always be by your side.” Said Anthony as he gave your knuckles a kiss before stroking your cheek

“Guys she’s here!” You heard Susannah say as she rushed to your car door, opening it

“I missed you.” Said susannah as she gave you a gut squeezing hug before pulling away eyes lighting up at the sight of you’re fiancé. “you must be Anthony.”

“Yep.” Said Anthony as he gave Susannah a hug “it’s a pleasure to meet you, y/n has told me a lot of things about you and your family.”

“Good things I hope.” Said Susannah “Jeremiah, Steven! Help Y/n and Anthony get their stuff in the house!”

“So how did you two meet?” Asked belly

She was currently stood next to Gigi and the other debs as she was talking to you

“You mean me and Anthony?” You asked

“Yeah, when’s the wedding?” Asked gigi as she eyed your engagement ring

“Oh… next summer.” You said setting your stuff down

“Maybe you could have it at cousins!” Suggested belly “I could be your bridesmaid!”

You laughed at belly

“Bells you are already my bridesmaid whether I get married or not.”

You looked at Anthony who was talking to Jeremiah and Steven, he looked at you before smiling and waving at you, you waved back.

That was until you saw him.

Conrad fisher, giving the both of you death glares, you looked back at belly

“Is everything alright with Conrad?” You asked “he’s acting…”

“Strange?” Asked belly “yeah he’s been like that all summer.”

“Im going to talk to him.”

With that you sat your stuff down before following him inside the house

“Why don’t you go back outside with your lover boy?” Asked Conrad as he yelled at you “I don’t want you.”

“Why are you being like this?” You asked frustrated “you used to be so sweet and kind and gentlemanly… what happened?”

“You happened!” Said Conrad “the summer you left… I was devastated.”

“Look Conrad…”

“Please give us another chance.” Said Conrad “to make it right.”

“I can’t Conrad…” you said “I’m sorry…” 

—

The summer I turned pretty masterlist

[dannyphantom-zero]

Doctor Danny Chapter 7

Jason sat next to Danny on the couch. He had been worried for nothing after all. Of course Danny was smarter than that, why he thought Danny would be swayed was beyond him.

Danny fell asleep leaning against Jason.

It was like when your pet is sleeping on you, you don't move. That's the rule.

Danny was cute enough to be compared to a puppy.

Danny's shifted in his sleep making Jason freeze.

Danny woke up to find himself sprawled on top of Jason who was sleeping on his back. Danny was curled up so his head rested on Jason's stomach.

Danny scrambled off of Jason and sat on the floor. He wasn't sure why he had been on top of Jason, but he knew Jason would tease him to no end of he woke up and found him like that.

Danny sighed as he made his way over to the small kitchen.

'The least I could do is prepare breakfast after Imposing on Jason-  WAIT WHAT AM I THINKING! I WAS PRACTICALLY KIDNAPPED!!' Danny thought furiously as he pulled out a carton of eggs.

Not even ten minutes later Jason's eyes snapped awake, his danger senses were tingling.

Jason sat up and the first thing he noticed was the smell of smoke wafting through the air.

The next thing he noticed was Danny who appeared to be fanning the flames on the stove.

"Danny! Stop!" Jason cried out running over to his stove.

Danny turned startled.

"What do I do?" his voice was shaky and he looked ready to cry.

Jason turned of the stove and extinguished the fire.

"Well for starters, your banished from the kitchen." Jason said sighing.

Jason took another glance and the charcoal looking mess in his pan.

"If you were hungry I could've made you something"

"I didn't want to bother you. I'm already practically living here, the least I could do was help out"

Danny flinched as Jason hugged him.

Why...was Jason hugging him?

Danny suddenly got an idea.

He grabbed his last check out of his coat and handed it to Jason.

"Here, this should cover the cost of the damages. I'm really sorry Jason. I hope you don't hate me now"

Jason laughed, "you think your the first kitchen disaster I've ever met. Clearly you need to spend.more time around my brothers"

"Wait...so your not mad?"

"Not even a little bit"

Danny felt like a weight had been taken off his chest and he could finally breathe again.

"Im glad"

"Actually-" Jason said feeling a little tense, "if anyone should be mad. It's you"

Danny felt surprised, he tried to remember why he would be mad. Then he got a flashback of the moment in his car when he yelled at Jason and ran away.

He face grew beet red, how embarrassing.

"T-that, it's fine. I made a big deal out of something that was nothing and now I feel really bad about it" Danny said trying to wipe away at his red face.

"It's fine, but you still can't go back to your apartment"

Danny groaned, "you are way too over protective"

Jason glanced at the button pan sarcastically.

Danny let it go, not wanting his cooking skills to be judged any further.

"Don't worry, I'll buy you a new one" Danny deadpanned.

"Sure, sure. But for now, get dressed. I'm taking you out"

Danny blinked, before he could think he was in casual clothes and being put on the back of Jason's motorcycle.

"Where are we going?" Danny asked over the rest of the motorcycle.

"It's a surprise!" Jason yelled back.

The motorcycle zipped through Gotham at speeds that didn't seem exactly safe.

When the motorcycles engine finally shut off, Danny was left shaking.

"Jason" Danny said weakly, "hm?"

"Moter vehicle accidents are the leading cause of death you know"

Jason shook his head, "no, pretty sure it's old age"

Danny huffed.

Someone bumped into Danny, as they did Danny felt a very uncomfortable twing in his side.

He cringed.

"Hey!" Jason yelled, but the person was long gone.

"Damn people!" Jason muttered.

"It's fine, it was an accident"

Without warning Jason stuck his hands on Danny pockets.

"Were you carrying a wallet? Anything valuable in your pockets?" He asked as he searched.

"Um, no. Please stop, people are staring at us" Danny pleaded.

Jason sighed, "sorry. Usually when people run into you, it's on purpose. Either it's a scam to get money from you or they straight up pick pocket from you"

Danny nodded, "I'll remember that in the future thanks"

As they walked inside Danny couldn't help but feel slightly annoyed. Jason had dragged from the apartment to God knows where, to do whatever AND he could've killed him on that damned motorcycle.

Danny should his head, something seemed to be wrong with him. Why couldn't he just stop getting angry over little things.

"Danny?"

Danny snapped out of his thoughts.

"What is this place?"

Jason smiled, "its the hideout for the gang I manage"

Danny furrowed his brow in alarm.

"Or at least, it used to be. They got wiped out clean. I was thinking of repurposing this place. Now it's just an alcove for squatters"

"Why are we here?"

Jason revealed a bag he had been carrying.

"Well, before I met you I would bring them groceries, mostly canned food but I've been a little busy so I haven't lately"

Danny felt distant from the scene in front of him. As Jason handed out the food to the homeless men, Danny felt annoyed.

What was wrong with him?

"Danny? Something wrong?" Jason asked.

"No, of course not" the words came out harshly.

"I just need some air"

Jason walked Danny outside.

Not too far from them, a drink guy was stumbling around.

"Heyyyy buddy-" the guy slurred.

Something rose from the pits of Danny core, like an indescribable rage and Danny just started wailing on the drunk guy.

Jason had to grab Danny and pull him up by his arms. A nearby police officer caught sight of this and Danny was arrested despite Jason's protests.

Luckily Danny didn't fight the officer. Danny was brought to a holding cell among a few other people.

"This is fucking bullshit!" Danny yelled.

Another person in the cell was about to tell him to shut it when they recognized him.

"Hey aren't you the good doctor from the news. What's a straight collar fella like you doin in a place like this?"

That comment was the start of an all out brawl.

The guards had to operate Danny from everyone else.

"I'm so sorry officers. Daniel has never acted this way before. I believe someone must've drugged him, in fact, it was probably that sketchy guy he s been hanging around"

Danny lifted his head slightly at the voice, feeling strangely drowsy.

"Your not wrong, according to his records hes a stand up guy. If you can vouch for him and are willing to pay his bail, well send him with you"

There was a clink and the cells dor opened.

"Thank God your alright! I shouldn't have let you leave with him!"

Danny was too tired and shocked to reply as the man wound his arms around Danny.

Jason frantically asked the front desk at the police department about Danny.

"A man just came and picked him up"

A feeling of red consumed Jason. THAT FUCKING RAT BASTARD!

Danny wasn't sure when he had blacked out, but when he woke up he was tied to a medal table.

It felt like one of his nightmares. Danny pulled at the restraints. Upon feeling the cold touch of the medal he realized he was not in a nightmare.

"I see you got Daniel. I'll give you the payment after I take him"

Danny struggled as the voices grew closer.

That's when a very familiar face stepped into the room.

Danny lost it, he was consumed by a blind rage. The restraints snapped and he flew at the man.

"Fuck you Vlad! I am not the weak boy you once knew!"

Vlad, to say the least, hadn't expected Danny to be able to break from his restraints.

Lex Luther called the police commissioner telling him that an overpowered meta was about to murder the rich Vlad Masters.

A few members of the league showed up. Danny was too busy firing at Vlad to notice.

"STOP!" Superman shouted.

Danny didn't hear him, all he knew was Vlad wasn't getting away this time. Danny had Vlad trapped against the wall.

It hadn't registered in his mind what was going on, that Vlad was hiding his own powers and pretending to be the victim.

Someone pulled him back before he could do anything.

"Danny! What did they do to you? Are you okay?"

The haze cleared up in Danny's vision.

"Jason? I-I"

Danny's limbs felt numb.

"Table" he blurted out before falling forward.

Jason's eyes swept the room that was practically destroyed.

"What is that?" He demanded pointed towards the medal table that had been thrown against the wall. The restraints were hanging from it.

"What did you bastards do to Danny?!"

"We are merely innocent bystanders to the rage of a unauthorized meta" Vlad said standing up.

"Yes and you'll find no proof otherwise" lex Luther said entering in the conversation. Jason stalked towards Lex.

"Why Danny? What connection do you have to him? You could've messed with anyone else-" Jason stopped himself and went back to Danny.

"I'll bring him to a hospital, they should be locked up. Danny's a witness"

[helloimaweirdo]

Double life,, 2!!!!!!!

I was bored and decided to re-roll double life soulmates and see if i could think of anything fun with these new pairs

so i took the double life cast plus Skizz, Lizzie, Mumbo and Gem because i wanted to include everyone

(i know that Gem was only in one session but we had an odd number and shes a lifer to me)

the pairs generated was

Joel and Lizzie (im not kidding)

Skizz and Mumbo

Pearl and Tango (it rolled Pearl and Scott first but i didnt want any doubles so i rerolled it)

Ren and Grian

Cleo and Etho (omg theyre back together...)

Scar and Bdubs

Jimmy and Scott (flower husbands,,,,)

Impulse and Martyn

Gem and BigB

now theres some absolute gems in this

first things first, the true soulmates: Joel and Lizzie

they were the first thing i rolled and it was so perfect omg,,,,,, obviously they are the power couple, the girlboss malewife. very chaotic duo and possibly a bit dangerous

next up: Skizz and Mumbo

now because those two dont interaact like at all from my knowledge i cant say much for sure, but i feel like the two of them would make a very fun team. with Skizz's impulsiveness and Mumbos redstone abilities i feel they could do some very fun stuff. I dont think theyd get very far but theyre here for a fun time, not a long time

Pearl and Tango

this one is kinda interesting. we have established that Pearl is crazy, we know that, but Tango is too just in a completely different way. Pearl doesnt beat around the bush much, she there and you know it. while Tango often works in the back seat in the middle of some crazy plot like Dare to Flare, Bet your life, or bringing a warden to the surface. combine these two and youd get some fun results.

Ren and Grian

first thing that came to mind: the dramatics. Grian is the known war starter and Ren is known roleplayer, do i need to make it obvious??? they would be SO fun to watch. Just by thinking about im upset that this isnt already a thing, god. I feel their shenanigans would be on par with the Bad Boys.

Cleo and Etho

if limited life taught us anything its that these two = divorce and im so here for that. this feels as if it be Cloe + Martyn Version 2. and considering and Etho on his own is a bit more pathetic then Martyn it would be very pitiful to watch. Cleo would be out girlbossing(as they do) and Etho would be struggling to do much, that or Etho would be also fine on his own but i think itd be better if he were a little pathetic yk

Scar and Bdubs

these two are impulsive idiots and would do nothing but enable each other and im so here for it. they would go on a million different mini mission in a single session. youd get whiplash from watching them. but i feel like this would make them either very dangerous or not threatening at all. who knows

Jimmy and Scott

flower husbands. what more do i have to say? Scott would be the pro player that he is while jimmy does nothing but get himself killed. theyd make an okay team is third life is anything to go by. i feel Scotts skills at the game and Jimmy's lack of would just balence themselves out a bit. who knows, maybe Jimmy would be the second one to die with a soulmate like Scott

Impulse and Martyn

a southlanders duo! these two were hilarious back in last life and they would be again. theyd make a pretty decent team i think. I mean these two were top two in limited life. theyd be a good mix of shenanigans and actual decent plays, a very good balance i think

and last but not least Gem and BigB

now this ones a thinker because Gem was only ever in one session of the game and did not once interact with BigB(if im remembering correctly) but going on assumptions i think these two would make a great team. first of all i think theyd be semi-wholesome. with Gems cottagecore vibes and BigBs general BigB-ness i think theyd be very cute. but also quite dangerous. Gem is a known PvPer (GeminiSlay!) and BigB makes his own good plays fairly often as well. Otherall very cute, but threatening team

this was a fun thinking exercise

and i want to hear your thoughts in the notes!!!!!

[9w1ft]

I always interpreted evermore as a song about depression, I never linked it to Kaylor, can you tell me your view on this song?

dang i had a conversation about this with someone several months ago but i can’t find it. ill give you the abridged version. firstly, i think it can be about both! because the situation got depressing there for a hot minute!!

taylor said in an interview with zane lowe for apple music that she had written the song when the election was upon us and she didn't know what was going to happen. evermore the album was released in december 2020, which suggests that she wrote it pretty close to the release date, but also had time to reflect on what she knew to be true before releasing it— that trump wouldn’t win reelection. there’s a billboard article where she talks about the moment she learned biden won and i think it meshes really well with how evermore concludes thematically and emotionally.

when we think about the impact that trump being elected had on kaylor back in 2016–throwing a birthday party for lorde only days before the 2016 general election and wearing the vsfs angel wing ring in public for the first time, and that picture of them both kissing lorde on the cheek, going from that to at once enacting a love blackout and never being seen regularly in public again (the next time being rep tour 2018)— and on top of that, them going out of their way to separate themselves in the media via the creation of a “feud” during 2017 (swish swish, sushigate, etcetera) which pitted karlie with katy perry and kanye and cast her as someone for swifties to hate, guilty by association, we can imagine the weight and sadness of this chapter in their story. this is the start of the pain. this choice (i consider it a choice), to take the battle underground, sunk kaylor little by little into the world of the improbable for any casual observer. and it also put somewhat of a hex on karlie indefinitely, and for as brave of a soldier as she is, its an awful long while to be put in jail for something you didn’t do.

with these details as the background, i consider evermore to be a song chiefly about 2019 onward, though you might also position some of the date markers in the song within a sort of 2016/2017 focused timeframe. personally though i tend to think that 2019 events work just as well and operate under similar themes. for example, “hey november i’ve been down since july” could be in reference to the period of time where it became slowly more clear that the 2016 election results might not be a non-starter. or, it could reference the day after the masters sale (which was end of june 2019) and the theorized “failed coming out” that many expected her to do at the new york city pride parade that week. this followed by november, the conclusion of editing Miss Americana which would be released the following month (“motion capture put me in a bad light”) or alternatively november 2020, the point at which she is writing this song. there’s also an lsk theory that taylor and karlie were broken up from july to november 2019 but im not so versed in that so i’ll just keep it to a mention.

in any case, “hey december” can circle back to miss americana being released, not as a coming out documentary but as a “political coming out” documentary. hence the “can’t remember what i used to fight for.”

or it could be both, in a way. for example rewinding the tape but all it does is pause on the very moment all was lost could be both the rewinding of the miss americana documentary released in 2019, and/or perhaps conceptually the idea of the 2016 election night footage being rewound by everyone in the disbelief that occured the night that “all was lost”

because all was lost that night, in a way, no?

i tend to see justin vernon’s part as being a depiction of karlie after kaylor was exiled to a new level post the masters sale. i don’t mean this to say they were broken up. it’s just that they had to do a factory reset on a lot of the progress that had been made up until that point, and they would not be seen together (in order to accomplish some vigilante shit, is what i think anyway). back to justin vernon’s lines. it just reminded me deeply of all the hate karlie got that summer. and indeed, all the hate she had accrued until then. whether summer or winter, this feuding arc had put karlie in a position that i would argue was growing unbearable and incessant. “out on waves im being tossed, is there a line that i could just go cross?” referring to the latest wave of said hate. in this scenario, “can’t not think of all the cost and the things that would be lost oh can’t we just get a pause to be certain we’ll be tall again?” seems like karlie calling out to taylor, amidst the haze and confusion of the masters sale, think about everything that we would be giving up if you don’t come out right now. (think of me.). and then upon that line leading nowhere saying hey let’s pause before we hurt each other, to be certain we will make it through. here “tall again” reminds me of paper rings “standing here so tall”

so what of the ending? well, as a time marker i would once again refer to when the song was released, post-2020 election, where taylor saw that trump had lost and they would have a path forward. …covid-19 was yet to happen of course, and with that i think there were life priority shifts, but i just see evermore as a song that covers taylor and karlie seeing a light at the end of the tunnel that had been their love lockdown to love blackout to exile story. its a song that encompasses so much hope and i just really really really love it as a kaylor song because of the specificity with which you can tie it to their story, specifically a more contemporary chapter, the likes of which we hadn’t had too many songs depicting up until that point (basically just peace/hoax/the lakes).

so yeah that’s why it’s a kaylor song to me 🫶

[yanderemommabean]

my favourite obey me character has always been wildly changing, first it was belphegor. Didnt even know who he was yet, i just saw tired grumpy boy and i was sold. Stopped liking him because he was kinda mean :( Next up for favourite was beel, because he was big and kind <3 Lost interest after all his dialouge was food related. Next fav was Asmo which may or may not be tied to the fact i am a whore and mmmmmmmm pretty boy who is also horni go brrrr.

...Then i kinda dropped the game for a bit, but picked it back up in time for the undateables to become, well, dateables. Current and newest fave? Our lord and savior lord diavolo. Holy shit. Aaaaaaaa. I love him so much. He is everything i love, and your rendition of yandere diavolo, boom, straight killed me. He is SOFT he is DOMINANT he is CLINGY he is PROBABLY GOING TO MAKE ME UNABLE TO WALK but yknow thats the sacrifice we have to make 😤🙏

so whats the conclusion here? Well for starters im just rambling, secondly this is the first time im not on anon (my confidence has been getting better!) and what better way to celebrate than with your top tier writing??? thirdly im just a whore. No shame. I want to grab his tits and ride his cock, sue me.

any way this is long enough as is, love you! Remember to hydrate or else bad time <3

I love all of them, I can't really pick one, but I feel you on Dia. He'd hold your hips possessively while you bounce up and down on his cock.

You think you can't take all of him? You can and you will He'll sit you down slowly, praising you the entire time while letting his hands roam and tease you, and once you're seated fully, he'll wear a cocky grin as he begins to pound into you, drinking in your moans as he kisses you and explores your mouth with his tongue.

Once you're nice and stuffed with a few rounds of his seed, he'll make sure to clean you up. Slither his tongue into your used hole and use his fingers to help really get in there, loving your embarrassed and mortified whines and moans as he makes you climax again.

-Mommabean

[luketaluketa]

i was organizing some files and found all the wip stuff from the previous secret samol for @/seamonsterart (go check out their work!), and these are two of my favorite illustrations ever, so here's some insight into how i made these!

for starters i already had a pretty much finished design for pickman that i had first drawn back in 2021

she has a completely wrong gun in this version because i did not remember how it was supposed to look like and couldn't find a description of it anywhere. she's wearing a hat because i forgot it was supposed to be a helm and so i ended up giving her the large hat just because the long horns coming through it are a fun image, though today i cannot imagine her wearing anything else. she already has the sword she takes from the lake skeletons, also. her armor is based on the armor the torumekian soldiers and kushana wear in nausicaa of the valley of the wind, with the incredible neck guard and long cape covering their entire body

i've always loved these designs and how the plates are evocative of insects, but also how mysterious they look with covered faces and bodies. matter of fact, at this point i had no fucking idea what pickman looked like below the cape.

the second inspiration is the young man from angel's egg.

OK, STAY WITH ME. i cannot explain this other that in my head pickman and him are VERY similar characters. the image of the half pulled cape while he holds his sword-cross-thing over his shoulder and the quiet demeanor are pretty fundamental to how i try to make pickman FEEL. i actually wanted her armor to have more piping, pulling from the biomechanical appearance of his sword-cross, but it didn't feel quite right

and the third inspiration is less inspiration and more reference work, the book "arms & armor, a pictorial archive" by carol grafton

it's a compilation of illustration works sourced from several books from the 19th century. VERY cool book to take a look at historical armor. it's on the internet archive for free!

there was also a fair ammount of looking at goats and sheep, but eventually i reached this after learning i suck at drawing furry designs. big shoutout to the furry community for making so many tutorials available btw. in highlight a very important study of the character.

now that i kinda knew what pickman looked like i entered the wonderful phase of "i don't know what the fuck i'm doing" which resulted in a bunch of bad doodles now sitting in a folder dubbed "dev hell". at this point i kinda had an idea for a relaxed scene based on one of the prompts, which i developed for a while on blender but eventually gave up on.

i then moved on to the second prompt, of pickman being badass. i decided on a low angle to make pickman look incredibly tall but the low angle of a goat's head legitimately kicked my ass so i eventually made a goat head on blender and used it to generate references with the help of designdoll. here i made her design a lot more muscular and fat, also, eventually coming to her final design.

the valve on her chestplate looks WRONG to me now, but at the time i was so tired i just rolled with it. the first pass of her armor was in a completely wrong color, which i corrected later on photoshop. i added the little metal forks pulling from her 2021 design, and the idea of little musical forks for atunning to the shape was cool to me. i also corrected her gun after actually learning what the fuck it was supposed to look like. i already knew i wanted her to be standing on the field of canola flowers, and the sky in the background was the last thing i added, also the time when i decided to really make the picture tall.

i liked the final result so much i went back and started working on the first prompt again. had a horrible time drawing the horns in the second image which led to this hell cage for building the perspective. im still not confident on the horns on the side of the head. i wanted to bring the atmosphere of a cold winter or fall morning in the second one, and to make pickman seem tired but relaxed. i overall like the second picture a lot more than the first and was very happy with how it came out.

AND THAT'S HOW THE SAUSAGE IS MADE I GUESS. if you read this whole thing then thank you for your time!

[inconspicious-random-thoughts]

How Valentino got Angels Soul

I just realized something about the dynamic between Valentino and Angel Dust. It rather obvious now I look back on it, but with all my rewatches, I sort of took the two together at face value.

I assumed, without much thought, Angel Dust was a new soul. Scared shitless and took the first deal that offered him some type of protection-Valentino. It's just the vibe I picked up on.

But I actually, thought about them more today and realized how wrong I was with that point blank view.

Angel died in 1947 while Val was 1970's. Angel been wondering around Hell with his own soul for minimum of 3 decades and been going by the name Anthony the entire time. -'Im putting Valentino being powerful overlord in the 80s.

Side note: I personally headcanon, it takes a new soul to achieve overlord power the minimum of 10 years with the exception of Alastor. The new sinner need time to adjust to their new bodies, learn their abilities, and the politics and ways of Hell. And the sinner needs to gain their power a little slowly, I think if they go to fast it alarms other overlords and just make the wannabe overlord a target. So, I say 10 years minimum to achieve overlord power. 10 years a drop in the bucket in eternity)

Other side note: I think Angel Dust soul is actually older than Val if you combine their biological age and their time in Hell. Weird right? What's weirder is Angel biological age is a few years younger then Alastor. whaaaaa? Angle just vibing he is much younger then Alastor when they were alive but apparently Angel died in his 30s, while Alastor is 30-40s

So how did the two got together?

Well, for starters, I think Angel was just scraping by Hell for those first few decades. He lived literally in a Hellhole. Get it? because they are in Hell? nevermind. Anyways, his living quarters was probably literally some hole in a wall that he found and probably have to share with other unfortunate souls. Any money Angel scraps up and spent on drugs. He lived his days getting fucked up by drugs or suffering withdrawals. He sold himself for quick cash grabs for more drugs.

Then one night, Valentino found Angel trying to do one of these quick cash makes. He saw a lot of potential in Angel. He so gorgeous. He promise to make Angel night worthwhile if he gets in his limo. Which to be honest, is the fancy place he done in what he felt like forever.

Angel didn't realize who he was dealing with. A freshly raisen overlord. "He doesn't pay attention to politics" remember?

It was a grand night. The drug flowed and Angel basically had the taste of the high life hanging with Val that night. Angel tried new drugs that night too. He usually strapped for cash so when he bought drugs, it was something familiar. He didn't want to spend his nearly non existent cash on something he didn't know on how it hits. Eventually Val took Angel to his place and had sex. Val purposely wasn't ruthless during this. In fact, Angel never felt more safe since he landed in Hell.

Val try to sway Angel to selling his soul to him. Making promises that were too good to be true. "I'll make you a star, famous!" "No one will dare harm you if you are contracted to me." All the while, blowing smoke in Angel face and other pheromone based moves. Angel was tempted but there no way he was selling his soul.

"I only own you partially...I will only own you while you are in my studio...I own you part time and you get the full time benefits."

Angel was still on the hesitate and left. While Val cooing "you know where to find me when you change your mind."

Angel return to his shit hole home. After the night of spent living the good life...it was extra miserable. Val pheromones was still in his system. He missed feeling safe in Val four arms with the promise of protection. The new drugs...which he starting to crash from pretty hard. He needs that fix again...bad.

Angel returned asking if the deal still available. One that can make him famous and be protected by Val.

-yes

"I can still keep my soul? that you only own it while in your studio?

-yes. Sensing Angel is still hesitant and using the knowledge that Angel complained about his living situation after seeing the sweet grand living space Val has. "How about I sweeten the deal...I'm feeling very generous. I can offer you room and board if you were more hours to earn it." Angel perked at this. "You will have your very own room...right at the studio...how convenient is that?" Angel was ecstatic about the idea of his own space. privacy and comfort. Fuck yea.

(Im sure theres more technical bits like, Angel required to work minimum of 40 hours a week to however long Val wants him. That way Angel can't just walk away when he had enough. It also give Val a loophole of making him work longer hours)

Which is why Val was so furious when Angel moved out. He lost complete control on Angel soul by that. I wouldn't be surprised actually forgot that clause and was pleasantly surprised when he realized he didn't feel the constraint invisible chain outside the studio.

"It's a deal" Not fully realizing that Val owns his soul outside of filming while in the studio. Angel signed and Val set out some celebrotory drugs.

Angel recognized it from the other night and its the new ones that he really enjoyed. "What's this stuff called again?"

"Angel Dust, its popular in my time." Val answered without looking up from the newly signed contracted. "Hey darling, you need to pick a stage name, Anthony not going to cut it."

Angel considers it for a moment as he done a line. Drugs got him into Hell, this drug got him back to Val it seem only fitting and it sounds pretty. "Call me Angel Dust."

Again, its pretty obvious why Val was so upset that Angel moved in retrospect but their dynamic changed a lot to me once I looked more into it. It explains why Anthony signed his name with his real name...because he didn't have his porn star name yet. Angel Dust was huge during Val time and not really around as much during Angel. So I can see Val introducing it to Angel and getting him hooked on it and also inspired his porn star name.

Just my idea but who knows, some of you might enjoy it.

[kingdoms-and-empires]

Hey, wanted to say I am in love with your work. Really fantastic! May I ask: Do you have any pieces of advice for inspiring CoG writers or Interactive Fiction writers? Thank you and can't wait for more.

Im absolutely welcome these types of asks as they help remind me of what ive learned myself. Im going to try and say what i think every aspiring writer should hear to help them start out. Here we go: 1) Ensure you know what how much youre writing from the very beginning and plan accordingly. If it is a smaller story, do not be super ambitious, use it as a starter game to learn the basics of choicescript and learn the social media aspect of producing a title. If it is a large story, say over 800k words long, then you NEED to have an outline for each arc to help you know A to B for the story beats. Make outlines upon outlines and you will be doing yourself a favor. ESPECIALLY when coding. 2) THIS ISNT LIKE WRITING TRADITIONAL NOVELS. Know that Interactive Fiction is frustrating to write. You can write 3k words for a choice group, and players will only see 500 words or less worth of content for that choice group. Do not feel disheartened, for it is what it is. Just know youre doing a good job providing content and playable interaction with choices! Just be aware and mindful of not injecting bad or useless content in these choices! Have it matter in some way, either to represent/flesh out the world, characters, who the MC is, consequences, relationship changes, and foreshadowing.

3) Do not get too caught up with reader interaction. Your main job is to write write write. Create a hard limit for how many asks you answer, how much time you spend interacting with readers, and know what type of questions you should answer. Simply put: Be strategic! There may be a great question, but it could be too spoilery or it could take too much of your time to answer. 4) I learned this the hard way. Do not release information about the ROs until you actually reach the part in the story we meet them. If i can go back in time, i wouldnt have announced mine so soon haha. Youre gonna be eager to share your work and talk about it, but youll only be shooting yourself in the foot with people who only seek romance from your game! Also, dont overshare about em. You could retcon something and a reader may get upset with the change. Keep it simple! 5) Set low goals. Do not overpromise. You will feel guilty for failing and it may/will affect you mentally and your willingness to write. 6) You are not perfect, and that's okay!!! I struggle with this (and honestly everything ive listed here), but reminding yourself that its okay to not be perfect will help. You're human. It's hard to remember, and take it seriously, but you have to try. 7) Choice of Games (and more specifically Hosted Games) offer amateur writers a chance to share their work with others. Though games are becoming more and more expansive and huge, don't feel like you HAVE to do the same. A Mage Reborn is widely considered to be one of the best titles to have come out in recent years, and is listed at having 160k words! Small package (160k is by no means small in any capacity, dont get it twisted) big impact! 8) Know what type of game and title youre writing. If your project is focused on romance, dont spend more than necessary on worldbuilding, action, or thematically unrelated things. Stick to what the focus is, and your strength! 9) Ask for help. Seriously. You are combining coding and writing, so there's bound to be errors and things you wont understand. The CoG forums and Twine communities are always ready to help. Reach out to the communities or other authors for help. Just remember that some may be too busy to really help, so don't feel disheartened if one doesnt have the time. There are others, and you usually only need one to say yes to help figure out what youre struggling with or why you keep getting that error message. 10) Understand that you are giving a piece of your soul out there. It sounds corny as hell, but it's the simple truth. There is literal risk involved as a creator, no matter if you write, develop, draw, sing, perform, etc. There's obviously the risk of spending too much time on a hobby or dream for too little gain, but what im referring to is the all too common story of a creative putting their heart and soul into something important to them, and receiving no attention or being told it sucks. It will damage you, and perhaps even break you. Because again, you may have given it your all. So please take care of your mental health. It's okay to retreat and stop for a while. That doesnt make you a failure. Most of us creatives do this because we love the subject, and want to share what we can with others that love the industry, hobby, or topic theyre in. Remember that love, and remember what made you fall in love enough to put yourself out there. Remember you started for the art and craft.

[kidrauhlschik]

4. Tangled Memories - Lee Know AU

Post Traumatic Amnesia (PTA) is a transient state of confusion, disorientation and memory loss that occurs immediately following a traumatic brain injury. PTA is sometimes also referred to as post traumatic confusional state and can occur from the moment of injury until the return of continuous memory.

The accident was a tragedy.

But it was the best tragedy to ever happen to you.

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Final Part - See pt 1, 2, & 3 on the Masterlist linked above

Warnings: angst, f!reader, enemies to lovers, drunk driving, gaslighting, Fighting, yelling, cursing, angst, heartbreak, lies, angst, accidents, not proofread, minho is mean, lmk if I missed anything!!

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You find the note the next morning and immediately crumple it up and throw it in the trash. Since when has Minho been so sentimental and needy?

You can understand that he's over whatever rivalry he two of you used to have, but you're not. Up until the day before, you thought Minho was good, perfect even, but opening your eyes and remembering all of the awful things he's made you deal with made things so much different.

For starters, you can't believe that you trusted him. He's just as manipulative and sneaky as he's always been. He took advantage of your vulnerable state and made you depend on him. He would have been okay with you dying that day and all of the sudden he's not.

Yet, he also coaxed you down from your panic attacks, he made sure to always available for when you needed him, he stayed with you around the clock when you were injured. Thing is, you wouldn't have gotten injured if it wasn't for him.

The back and forth is overwhelming so instead of pondering on the fact you go to check your phone, which probably made things even worse.

Chris: He told me. Im so sorry. Its all my fault.

Innie: Wanna talk? I heard what happened.

Seungmin: I can't believe you didn't tell us you were remembering stuff.

Hyunjin: I'm sorry for keeping you in the dark. We need to talk.

Lix: Hey wanna come over? I can make us brownies and we can talk things out.

Changbin: Are you okay?

Jisung: Minho is really sorry. I am too. We all are. Can we talk it out?

Chris: Please?

Not wanting to deal with everything right now, you shut your phone off and begin your day. It's time to clean up and enroll in classes again. You should probably catch up with your other friends as well, you'd been very distant because you were always hanging out with Minho. It's best to keep busy and avoid thinking about that snake.

Tragically, as snakes would have it, Minho manages to slither his way inside your thoughts on a regular basis for the next month. As much as you hate it, you couldn't help seeing him in everything. He was in your sheets, in your kitchen, next to you on the couch, in the park, in the flowers, and in the sunset. Everything reminded you of him, every version of him, the bad and the good, and you're not sure which one you prefer.

Classes were to start in a week, through your circumstances, the school was able to let you enroll late to your classes, but you were now a year behind. There's so much to catch up on, yet your brain allows something to distract you from your studies, and that something is always Minho. He hasn't made an effort to make contact with you, which reassures you that whatever he had going on was all made up in his head. Maybe it was all a moment of hysteria.

The hysteria felt awfully real to you though. You can't help but doubt yourself and ask if the sleezy, ignorant, cold Lee Minho actually felt something for you, or if you felt something for him. That's why it's better to keep busy rather than to sit and ponder.

Chris: Wanna come over? It'll just be me and Jisung :)

You had forgiven the guys awfully quickly for your predicament. You could see why they'd put Minho in that situation in a moment of anger, they didn't even know that you were remembering your past, and although you wished they would have stepped up more to impede the shit show that happened with Minho, you can tell that they're sorry. They're your best friends after all, but you were still keeping them at an arms distance for the time being. Except for Hyunjin. He always encouraged you to chase after Minho and you couldn't help but too feel betrayed at that. No one else pushed you into his arms but Hyunjin did, and who knows? Maybe if he hadn't, you could've remained civil with Minho instead of playing house.

When you walk inside of Chan's dorm, the smell of warm pizza welcomes you like a warm hug.

"Hey! How are you?" Jisung asks from the couch beside Chan.

"I'm good, thank you." You offer a small smile in return as you take off your coat to lay it on the nearest clean, flat surface.

The place is a mess, there a cups everywhere, the trash is overflowing, and the entire floor had become a laundry basket. "I don't keep you guys in check for a year and all of the sudden your place becomes a pigs den?" You laugh while sprawling yourself on Chris' couch, throwing your legs over Jisung.

"Hey! It wasn't us, it was -" Jisung gets cut off by Chan discretely pinching his leg under the blanket. The younger winces but remains silent.

"Yeah, Jisung's been a mess lately." Chris smiles apologetically.

"Haha. Yeah, sorry." Jisung adds.

You couldn't help but feel as if they were hiding something, but before you could question them, the front door swings open.

"Jisung. What the hell do you want? I was in the middle of practice." The second Minho spots you, he freezes like he did before. Loss for words, he just stares at you as if he'd seen a ghost. He wants to walk out and get as far away from you as he can, but he also wants to run up to you and hold you in his arms. He wants to apologize over and over again, he wants to beg for your love, but he knows better than to think that you'd accept him.

You immediately hop off the couch, quickly on guard, wishing that he wasn't standing in front of you. Seeing him in your memories was very different than seeing him in real life. He looked thinner, tired, and restless. The Minho you had been seeing for the past year looked happy and healthy. Now he was drowning in his hoodie, his hair was messy, and his expression read exhaustion. You couldn't help the worry that seeped its way into your brain.

"What are you doing here?" You ask.

"I live here." Still staring at you in shock, unfortunately, it seemed that he'd gotten even better at hiding his emotions.

"What about your place?"

"I got kicked out for not maintaining the place while I lived with you."

Was he implying that this was your fault?

"You never had to live with me in the first place." An argument. Something you were both so used to, now caused an ache in both of your chests. Your words catch at the base of your throat, and Minho doesn't even have the energy to argue.

Minho finally takes his eyes off of you, scanning the area, looking at the mess he'd made at his friends dorm. The past month had been hell for him. He kept on beating himself up anytime he had a second alone with his thoughts. The only good thing he had done since he left your place was joining the school's dance team, hoping that doing something he enjoyed could take his mind off of you. He was wrong. Every time he showed up to practice, he remembered that you were the only reason he was doing this, not giving up on his dream. He was undereating and overworking himself to the bone, which was not the healthiest coping mechanism but the other option was to rot away in the couch.

He nods and makes a move to turn away, leaving the dorm again.

"Don't walk away Lee Minho!" He pauses his steps but doesn't turn around.

"You wanted me to leave."

"It's not that easy! I don't know what I want okay? I'm in shambles. I want you to leave, but I want you to come back right after. I want you to cry but it hurts to see you in pain. I trust you but I hate you. Worst of all I love you, but I don't even know what's real anymore." You throw your arms up in desperation, not even realizing that Jisung and Chris had left the area long ago. "I just want to know what's real."

Minho finally turns to look at you with an expression that can best be read as indignation. Or was it desperation?

"You want to know what's real? The real thing is that I want to know every part of you, every scar, every bruise, I want to trace the map of you! All of you and every thing about you. My fingers a compass, and your freckles the constellations that I will chart in my heart. That way, when I close my eyes I'll have you in my stars forever, because guess what? You're already in everything else! You're in the sun, in the air, and in my reflection. I'm drowning in the memory of you and the worst part is that I can't even see you!" Minho walks towards you but you stay frozen in place.

"It's never been the way you looked, it was always the way you were. You were like me, both broken and angry. It wasn't until I saw you behind the walls and I was able to see you bare. I would have fallen in love with you with my eyes closed, but I never could because we never allowed each other the chance. You told me that you didn't want to be the shell of who you are, so why can't you let yourself be happy?" He's face to face with you know, a mere couple of feet apart. He was no longer loud, but more so calm. His plea turning into a confession.

"From the moment I saw you making a fool of yourself in that park, I knew that you were worth the broken heart. Finish breaking my heart, and you'll find yourself inside. I'm sorry, but I'll never find the right words for you. You are my everything, always, and even that is not enough."

"Minho stop." Somewhere in the middle of his speech, your eyes decided to betray you and tears were now freely streaming down your face.

"I'm glad I found you, the real you, because before you, I never knew what to wish for. Want me to be honest?" He laughs and runs his fingers through his hair. "I'm terrified of letting you in. I'm scared to see myself more clearly through your eyes, wondering if I'm good enough. I already lost you, but the truth is that not having you scares me more than all the other truths of love. So please, look at me in the eyes and tell me that I'm not being real right now."

He's mere inches away from you, searching for an answer on your face.

So many thoughts but no clear answer runs through your mind, you're just overwhelmed by his confession, the situation, his mere presence, is not letting you think clearly whatsoever. So you break eye contact and make a bee line for the door. While holding the door knob, you stop and say your last words.

"Sorry Minnie."

Minnie.

The one term of endearment that Minho allows to give him hope.

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Of course on the first day of class you'd be running late. You hated being late and the stress of studying is weighing heavy on your shoulders. How could the morning be any worse?

Luck is a funny thing though. Just when you think things couldn't get worse, they always do.

You bump into someone that simply continues walking, making you drop all of your notecards and papers on the floor. You immediately bend down to begin collecting everything, but there is so much going on around you. People playing around, others trying to find a seat, and more reuniting with their friends after the summer. So much people, so many noises, this is why you're never late to anything. The stress begins to build even more, to the point where your hands begin to shake, needing to move faster in order for you to find your own seat.

His hand comes out of nowhere. Body shoving away the people that were stepping on your stuff, rushing to pick everything up to help you. He hands everything he collected in a neat pile and you cautiously take it. He then turns to the nearest desk on his left, grabbing two coffees and handing you one.

"Hey, I'm Lee Minho. Looks like we're in the same class. Wanna sit together?"

Starting from where you left off was messy, but maybe starting from the beginning wouldn't be so bad. It will take time, but it might be worth it. If everything was real, it will definitely be worth it and more.

"I'm Y/N. I'm down, but I have to warn you, I can be a bit mean at times."

He laughs and hovers a hand on your lower back to guide you to the two empty seats next to each other.

"I wouldn't change that for the world." He gives you a small smile that could also be a smirk. He had the audacity to be cocky?

Despite that, you can't help the little ray of sunshine that warms you from the inside.

“I hope you mean that Lee Minho.”

“I always mean what I say.”

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A/N: okay, i am not in love with the ending but honestly if it was up to me, i would've ended it on the last chapter. I'm trying something new w happy endings. Thank you so much for reading!!

TAGLIST: @stanstraykidsskz @weareapackofstrays @linos-kitten @cassidymb121

[midnight-talescape]

𝑀𝒶𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉

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Not me having to do this twice because tumblr ate the first one

The single character are just the only character I will write for in their fandom because I only find them attractive (no I don't take question for my choice) But feel free to convince me otherwise with nice prompt

𝒟𝓇𝒶𝑔𝑜𝓃 𝐵𝒶𝓁𝓁

The Tyrant and His Pet (Yandere Frieza x Reader)

^ art to go with that story I said no oc but im also a hypocrite

Mine (Yandere King Cold x Adopted Reader) <- I will fuck his entire family excluding chill who look like a purple and orange dildo and kuriza whos a literal child

𝐵𝓁𝒶𝒸𝓀 𝐵𝓊𝓉𝓁𝑒𝓇

Contract (Alpha Sebastian x Omega Reader) I want a demon buler

𝒫𝑜𝓀𝑒𝓂𝑜𝓃 (𝐼’𝓂 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝑒𝓍𝓅𝓁𝒶𝒾𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝓃𝓎𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔)

Trainer and Pokémon are both okay (final evolution and grown up only)

Rage (Yandere Human Gyarados x Reader) no thought mind blank

Sacrifice (Yandere Human Volcarona x Reader) why did i write lava cum

Forbidden (Yandere Greninja x Reader) i will always love forbidden ninja love

Mate (Serperior x Reader) favorite starter no regret

Virus (Various Pokémon x Reader) no comment

Worship (Arceus x Reader) go big or go home

Fire (Arcanine x Reader) dog

𝐼𝓃𝓊𝓎𝒶𝓈𝒽𝒶

Heat (Sesshomaru x Half Demon Reader) <- first anime crush

𝒟𝒮𝑀𝒫 (𝒞! 𝒪𝓃𝓁𝓎)

I’m here (C!Philza x Cat Hybrid Reader) Im so fucking sorry

𝒜𝓈𝓈𝒶𝓈𝓈𝒾𝓃𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝒞𝓁𝒶𝓈𝓈𝓇𝑜𝑜𝓂 (𝐸𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎𝑜𝓃𝑒’𝓈 𝑔𝑜𝓃𝓃𝒶 𝒷𝑒 𝒶 𝒶𝒹𝓊𝓁𝓉)

Prey (Koro Sensei x Reader) Adult need special care

𝒪𝓃𝓂𝓎𝑜𝒿𝒾

Treasure (Yandere Tamamo no Mae x Reader) fluffy tails

𝒟𝒞

Criminal (Yandere Batman x Criminal Reader) I might have a type

Taboo (Brother Batman x Sister Reader) i was so fucking excited for this ;-;

𝐻𝒶𝓇𝓇𝓎 𝒫𝑜𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇 (𝒜𝓁𝓁 𝒶𝑔𝑒 𝓊𝓅)

Purpose (Lucius Malfoy x Reader) I have some daddy issue

𝐻𝒶𝓏𝒷𝒾𝓃 𝐻𝑜𝓉𝑒𝓁 + 𝐻𝑒𝓁𝓁𝓊𝓋𝒶 𝐵𝑜𝓈𝓈

Deal (Alastor x Reader) not me remembering Alastor doesn't brush his teeth

Lust (Asmodeus x Succubus Reader) I love mister rooster guy

𝒞𝑜𝑜𝓀𝒾𝑒 𝑅𝓊𝓃 𝒦𝒾𝓃𝑔𝒹𝑜𝓂 (𝓈𝒽𝒽𝒽𝒽𝒽𝒽)

Cookie & Cream (Yandere Dark Cacao x Reader x Yandere Pure Vanilla) It's definitely call cream, I don't take argument

𝑀𝒾𝑔𝓊𝑒𝓁 𝒪’𝒽𝒶𝓇𝒶 (𝒴𝑒𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓂𝒶𝓃 𝑔𝑒𝓉 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝑜𝓌𝓃 𝒸𝑜𝓁𝓊𝓂𝓃)

Princesa (Miguel O’hara x Reader) I love writing hate sex

Needs (Alpha Miguel O’hara x Beta Reader) I want this man to do so many illegal shit to me

Washing Machine (Miguel O’hara x Reader) help me stepbro

Needs and Wants (Omega Miguel O’hara x Beta Reader) this man has so many things that can do so many things to me

Protection (Bodyguard Miguel O’hara x Reader) I will pay big money for this man

Aphrodisiac (Miguel O’hara x Reader) he totally gaslighted you lol

Good Boy (Hybrid Miguel O’hara x Reader) the title has little to no correlation with the story

Mi Diosa (War God Miguel O’hara x Reader) The amount of Miguel i’m writing is getting ridiculous

Secret (Best Friend Miguel O’hara x Hero Reader) I want miguel so badly

Villain (Yandere Villain Miguel O’hara x Hero Reader) I need to remember this is a smut

Hatred (Various Miguel x Reader) i love angst

Killer (Ghostface Miguel O’hara x Shy (?) Reader) very thin line between shy and psychopathic

Little Spider (Stepdad Miguel O’hara x Reader) stepdad miguel lets goooooo

𝒥𝓊𝒿𝓊𝓉𝓈𝓊 𝒦𝒶𝒾𝓈𝑒𝓃

Leash (Wolf Toji x Reader) Bark bark

Master and Slave (Toji x Reader) No thought want Toji to [bleep] me

Discipline (Proffesor Nanami x Student Reader) Look at this beautiful mature responsible man

Liar (Sukuna x Reader) I think regular people will die if they fuck him

𝒮𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓁𝑒 𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓇𝒶𝒸𝓉𝑒𝓇

Jealousy (Ice Bear x Reader) *insert How bad can I be

Despise (John Wick x Reader) <- this is favorite will recommand

Wine (Thranduil x Reader) Im into some freaky shit

Game (707 x Reader) My beloved

Love (Yandere Kururu x Reader) I dont know why I love him I just do

Captain (Levi x Reader) You can break my neck

Pet (Slenderman x Reader) daddy long leg

𝒫𝓇𝑜𝓂𝓅𝓉

Pearls (Yandere Sea Monster x Mermaid Reader) I had to cut it because I was dragging it on for too long

Intertwine (Genderbend Parallel (?) x Reader) its just a little weird okay

Don't Leave (Yandere Dragon x Reader) Dragon, my love

Obsession (Yandere Wolf x Reader) I have no thought just head hurt, also want a wolf. Doesn't have to be a man just a wolf

[epicsauce]

pleeease keep talking about toys...i think this is interesting and smth i've never thought too hard about but it makes sense and i like to hear your opinions on modern toys

(ask pertaining to this post)

holy shit okay !! i would love to ramble on so, i shall!

okay im no expert on toy sales history, this is all just observation from my life experiences and i'll try to keep each part i want to go over relatively short!

that being said lets start with a small one that i've personally noticed as a canadian: Kinder egg toys! i remember when they used to come with like 4-8+ pieces, and you needed the included step by step manual to assemble them. they would often come with sticker sheets to decorate them with, and they would often be articulated or be set on wheels or have some sort of fun or movement or general functionality to them:

dont those look awesome? wrapped in 2 kinds of chocolate, and for only like 2$! i remember they would come in all shapes and sizes, all sorts of animals and vehicles and sometimes freaky little abominations, as you can see above, and sometimes even puzzles! they were such a special treat as a kid.

but kinder eggs now? come with a maximum of like 3 pieces that just snap together (usually the front and back of the toy, and then the platform they stand on). and thats all they mostly are now, stiff toys that stand on platforms wahhooooo yippeee

idk just look at the quality difference from the old ones above compared to some of the new ones:

like..... these are..... nothing! literally nothing. just a figure snapped to a pole/platform and thats it! not very interesting for more than 3 minutes max.

now i know what you're thinking: "not ALL of the old kinder toys had to have been bangers" and you'd be right, some were lame as hell, but even the lame ones from before look more intricate than the ones we have now, like can you see what i mean, just detail-wise?

it just feels so cheap and shitty, i could go on and on but more is explained later. point is, it sucks.

anyway that's a very small example and we can move onto bigger and better ones, and maybe even one that everyone else might have noticed by now; McDonald's toys! remember when they were actually toys?

and not just stiff figurines?

(the minions franchise was like CRACK for companies who love making profit off of nothing but stiff rounded plastic. probably the cheapest form of "toy" i can think of)

and yeah, again, its not like there werent figurines back in the day too, there's ALWAYS been lame as hell mcdonalds toys, but looking among many modern mcdonalds toys, you dont see anything as cool as the old ones. literally every major modern movie/franchise right now is nothing but figurines. the most recent actually interactive mcd's toy ive seen is when they collabed with hasbro games

again, companies just seem to be pumping out quantities over quality.

but why?

well, for starters toys are becoming cheaper (both in price and quality) because prices have sky rocketed and stores are forced to only stock cheaper things, therefore the cheap things sell the most, and then more of them get made, and statistics get fucked, etc etc the cycle repeats.

but toy companies know one thing, and that's that things that are "cuter" always sell more. "cuter" being used with vitriol because their idea of 'cute' is 'more glitter and sparkles and rainbow colours and obnoxiousness' oh, and dont forget the huge soulless bug eyes on all of them!

i know that people love these things, but theyre so..... uncanny. their stare is piercing, their stance is so stiff, i always felt bad actually playing with the only one of these i had growing up, and not just because it freaked me out, it just genuinely didnt feel good to play with.

and i knoowwwww people are obsessed with these things, but come on, you have to admit theyre SO unoriginal! theyre just cookie cutter shapes!

these things are horrifying and, at best, belong on a shelf.

these "beany boos" are so woobified and almost feel like a flanderized version of a stuffed animal, and they've completely taken over "beanie babies", which were wonderful soft little things that actually had movement and weren't stiff to cuddle! I also feel like they're almost trying to copy what webkinz was, in a way, as some of those were stiff too (but still loveable and not burdened with an uncanny, vacant stare)

anyway this is getting insanely long and im sorry but i feel like im going insane every time i see new toys nowadays. the like.... "cuteification" of everything is driving me insane, and the fact that they are simply just lower quality than what we used to get, because of prices rising and causing easy-to-make things to become more and more popular.

examples to further prove these points:

extreme woobifying or "cuteification" by almost completely removing all horse anatomy in favour of thin limbs, heavy makeup eyes that are now on the front of her face, and modern influencer eyebrows. on a horse.

and the extreme-simplifying of toys can be seen quite well on those mini polly pocket sets!! see this one here?

almost allllll of those little plastic things could be rotated or rearranged or moved or fucked with in some manner, it was awesome. i loved these miniature houses they always came with so much shit. wanna guess what the newer ones look like?

you guessed it, like shit!!

man even beyblades used to come with like, all sorts of different pieces both metal and plastic alike, and you had to assemble them yourself and you could interchange pieces to obtain a different weight which would affect your attacks against other beyblades, etc etc:

and looking at them now? they seem to be mostly made of- yep, you guessed it, hard cheap plastic.

anyway holy shit i literally reached the 30 image limit on a single post tumblr really said thats ENOUGH !! i cant believe i just spent that long talking about the worlds most pointless thing but at any rate i hope you enjoyed it and i hope you see my vision. because like i said im not insanely knowledgeable on any of this in particular, but its hard not to notice the decline in quality of all of todays modern toys.

[washa]

I listened to Lasko’s recent audio and here’s my favourite personal comments/thoughts! (GOD IM SO SWEET FOR THE DAMN CREW. also most of this is Lasko's dialogue and me screaming over it."

God I love his ranting. 

Oooh earthier colours? OH 100% mahogany, SLAPS

LMFAO THE CRICUT. Yk my roomie has one of those, we’ve never used it but it’s there !!

Awh he’s so observant 😭  

“Top speed” my ass. He’s gonna put Eminem outta business. 

Lasko.. Baby 💕😕

“Come to fruition.” Yes wow me with that vocab.

URGH IM GONNA SCREAM HES SO 2RUIQRUIOFLJKSACJKL yk

Yes, that does make me feel better.

IM SO HAPPY WE’RE GETTING ANOTHER FRIENDSGIVING

Unrelated, can i just say how happy i am Lasko can joke about his anxiety in a good way. 

“They’re my family. They’re not the one I started with, but they’re the one I found. The one that’s actually a family to me.” SHUT UPPP 😭

THE. WAY. HE. TALKS. ABOUT. THEM. 🙏

“And you make me happy, you make me feel cared for and respected and wanted, and the time I spend with you makes me feel so fucking good.” AND YOU DESERVE SO MUCH MORE BABY 

AWH HE TALKS ABOUT US??? 😭😭 oh wait that bonus audio after the date LMFAOOA

STOPPP HE’S SO FUCKING SWEET I’M GONNA START CRYING 😕💕

“It doesn’t have to be perfect, It doesn’t have to be anything. It’s just the first!” LORD ABOVE HE’S SO SWEET

Yeah.. I think Lasko’s first impressions were, interesting.? Yeah it was bad 😭

OOH LASKO POVS!!

HELP THE PAPERWORK, I FORGOT ABOUT THAT. He would’ve suffocated him LMFAO

Freelancer was probably blinking their eyes in confusion in that video. 

OH MY GOD THEY KNOW ABOUT GAVIN AND LASKO??? I bet my whole foot it gets brought up and Lasko’s listener teases Lasko abt it.

Yeah the bowling video, poor Lasko could’ve had a stroke in the chair.

Oh yeah how did Huxley and Lasko meet? YEAH AND EVEN IF THEY DRIFTED APART, THEY BOTH REMEMBERED SMALL THINGS ABOUT EACH OTHER ARIJLDK.

Oh god, if he starts talking about his friends, I'm gonna kick my legs like a little school girl. OH MY GOD HE IS. 

I love how Lasko had to think of a word and chose “intense”. 

“He’s passionate, and he’s stubborn, and he’s strong, but he’s also generous and thoughtful and driven.” REALLL

I love Damien so fucking much. He’s one of my favourite characters, he’s so misjudged and deserves every good thing that he gets. The fact he fights for full certification is to help humanborns, de(a)mons and other judged people against a corrupt government. He pushed himself and nearly lost himself just to help someone. He’s such a good guy, even if it comes out wrong.  

“And Gavin can come off like he’s just some vapid, surface-level… shit-starter, for lack of a better term.” LMFAO FAIR 

“But he’s also loyal, and bold, and brave, and a person who is really, new to having others actually care about him, and the genuine surprise in his eyes when people give him, Just the basic kindnesses that friends do for one another, is.. somehow sweet and heartbreaking at the same time.” STOP IT

Gavin again, so misunderstood. He was judged for being him, put through so much bigotry and the fact he found people that loved him for who he was is SO FUCKING SWEET. I CANNOT RIGHT NOW

“And the way that he and Freelancer complement one another, and seeing how that relationship has helped Freelancer” YOU GET IT LASKO YOU GET IT. 

“Who has always been sweet and giving and supportive, but also guarded, and closed off, and completely in denial about their own emotional needs, to their own detriment, to their own.. harm, really. It’s been an amazing thing to see.” STOP IT YK THE INVERSION AFTERMATH WHERE THEY CRY. GOD.

“With Huxley, from the outside he can seem… naïve. Or unfocused, just a goofball without anything more to him, that couldn’t be farther from the truth. He is one of the most emotionally intelligent people I’ve ever met.” AMENN 🙏🙏

 “He just gets people, he understands the motivation behind people’s actions and he has the emotional maturity to react to that driving force rather than the action itself. And he’s easygoing, and flexible, but he’s not listless at all, in reality he has really concrete goals and plans and he pursues those with a determination that could rival Damien’s, he just… presents it differently. I think that’s one of the things that makes them work so well together. They’re two sides of the same coin in so many different ways.” I can’t even say anything, Lasko said it all for me. 

Also i think this video is Erik like explaining and showing how much character developing he did. Good job Erik, you did amazing. 

“And most importantly they see those things in other people. They’ll see those things in you. Because you are kind, and thoughtful, and generous with your time and your patience and your support, and you’re funny, and you’re sweet, and you make me so fucking happy to be a part of your life, and for you to be a part of mine.” WATCH ME WEEP

Yes the beginning, I’M SO HYPED AND EMOTIONAL RN. 

“You’re stuck with me. We’re in this for the long haul now.” Wouldn’t have it any other way.

LMFAO, lets go mahogany!

[dynmghts]

TRANSMISSION FROM @fightaers : “you don’t recognize me, do you? well, i’d never forget you, kacchan.” (AU where quirkless izuku who didnt inherit OFA became like... a paramedic i think. LISTEN. im making this up as i go!!!) MISTER MAGIC STARTERS , ACCEPTING .

pro hero dynamight had made an entire career on his aggressive approach to opponents, his less-than-savoury interactions with the general public, even his unconventional teamwork techniques ... when he was in a team. he has been credited as one of the fastest to climb the ranks since hawks. he was even being hailed as the next - potential - number one. and with extensive studies under some of the other top heroes, including best jeanist and endeavour, his record was something worth looking at.

and there was one thing to remember about katsuki bakugou : he will never say no to going toe-to-toe with villains. anytime, anywhere.

this situation involved some wreckage of a building, and while the rescue heroes focus on getting people out of the debris, katsuki harnessed his strength against the villains - he is the first point of call in the area, after all. and rightfully so, in the way he moves / people don't even see him as he zips across the field, his explosions the only indication of where he is, his wild taunting the only reprieve between his attacks.

while he knocks down most, he doesn't quite beat the speed of an oncoming attack of light, small intense beams grazing past his cheek and arms and torso ; and while the damage is only a few grazes, he still secures his win. the villain gets a less-than-pleasant blast to the face and a clean knockout.

it's one of his former classmates that direct him to the paramedics on scene, even though he insists his wounds aren't that bad ... [ because they're just a few scrapes, what the hell ? ] ... and that he could walk it off. he pushes his mask up with frustration and sits nearby. his hand brushes some of his fringe out of his eyes while he waits, until he hears a voice cut through all the noise, and crimson lifts to glare at the disruptor.

nothing clicks straight away. for a few moments, he thinks this asshole has the wrong person, or he's a fan trying to make out that they have connections to try and get closer / being as popular as he's gotten, they are tactics he's been wary of, and not many get past the whole known-him-since-childhood phase. katsuki had no real friends back then. well, except -

what was that nickname ? kacchan. kacchan ...

the name invokes memories he could barely recall otherwise ; a green-haired, freckled boy that followed him everywhere. a boy with an indomitable will despite his quirklessness. a boy that was willing to follow katsuki into the belly of the beast until he couldn't anymore, and katsuki promptly forgot about him, moving on in u.a. and getting accustomed to having no shadow anymore.

kacchan, kacchan, kacchan, and he sees the river, knee-deep in flowing cold water as the other looks down on him and offers a hand.

❛ deku, ❜ he finally utters. useless, good-for-nothing / he hasn't changed much since they parted ways in aldera middle school. he has the paramedics uniform on, though, and he stares at him with disbelief ; was he the one treating him ? ❛ tch. shoulda known. you've got one of those annoying fucking faces, the ones that are hard to forget, no matter how plain they are. ❜

he scowls when he turns his gaze away, but he doesn't actively seek out another paramedic to treat his wounds. his injuries weren't bad, right ? ❛ fix me up already. i'm not here to play catch-up with you. ❜

[jadehogwarts]

Lol i wrote a whole fanfiction on wattpad and now im going to show it here

Drunk confession

It was a sunny evening in Londen. Aziraphale cleaning up the bookshop, reshelving some new books he got while Crowley is in a pub drinking his ass off, getting himself completely drunk to forget because why else would he drink somewhere alone? But that's the problem... being alone. He rather be alone somewhere drunk than admit his feelings towards the angel, so he drinks to forget. After drinking to much of whatever he drank. Crowley got a splendid idea. Why not visit your friend's bookshop while drunk? Crowley thought. What can possibly go wrong, so the demon got up and made his way out of the building. Stumbling towards his Bentley he couldn't even walk straight, nor could he remember to sober up. he threw the door open and let himself fall into the car seat sitting like a bag of potatoes. ''okay... I'm not so think as I drunk I am''. he muttered; Crowley was in fact more drunk than he thought. The demon finally hits the accelerator and drove as a maniac trough Londen.

Meanwhile Aziraphale was reading one of the new books he got Don Quixote by Miguel de Cervantes. The angel was standing in front one of the bookshelf's when he heard a loud bang what made him jump in place dropping his book, he looked at the doors that where slammed open, Crowley standing in the middle of the path stumbling around eventually leaning against a bookshelf. Aziraphale immediately calmed down when he realized who it was, he sighed unbothered, picking up his book and placed it on the shelf. It does not surprise him much anymore when Crowley did things like this from getting drunk to hitting someone with his car. But he was still curious why Crowley was drunk and didn't sober himself up. ''My dear. What happened to you? You look completely utterly drunk. I hope you didn't run anyone over but knowing you, you probably did'' the demon laughed in response ''n-no I didn't, and I'm not drunk at all see?'' Crowley stumbled forwards trying to proof his point, but it only proofed that he was drunk. The angel chuckled at his friend.''Of course, you are not drunk and I'm sure you can walk in a straight line infact I'm going to ask you to walk a straight line from the front of the bookshop to the back of it without falling do you think you can do that?'' Crowley raised his eyebrow in response. ''I can do that'' The demon lets go of the bookshelf falling a bit to the right, but he recovers himself fast. Aziraphale looks questionable at Crowley's attempt to walk. ''ey don't give me that look'' Crowley said *walking* forwards. He was stumbling halfway trough the bookshop where the angel was standing ''I told you I can do it'' but as soon as he said that he fell over his own feet infront of the angel. Aziraphale was at once concerned ''are you all right dear?''. It didn't bother Crowley at all instead he tilted his head up and laughed. ''Seems like a fell for you''.

The angel lets out a relieved sigh since Crowley is drunk Aziraphale didn't pay much attention to the comment he made. ''you have failed dear, but your attempts were highly amusing''. He chuckled along with the demon. Aziraphale helped Crowley up by the arms when he was finally standing a bit the angel sighed again with a worried smile ''What am I to do with you Crowley, you need to take better care of yourself dear I do worry about you''. Crowley didn't hear much from what the angel said to him since his head begins to spin, he placed his hand on his forehead. ''for starters you could throw me away'' he groaned at the headache he got but it slowly went a bit away. Aziraphale clapped his hands together, moved them down.'' I could but I wont you're my friend'' he released his hands, rubbing his nose bridge.'' I might be a bit disappointed in you, though my dear I mean I know you drink to much, but I did not think you would get this bad''. Crowley was getting slightly annoyed by all the questioning, his headache but he also couldn't be serious. ''then you don't know the real me'' he raised his voice at the angel crossing his arms accidently leaning to the right what made him almost fall again but he recovered himself quickly. Crowley isn't in a good state at all what made his friend concerned. Aziraphale looked with pity? Sympathy? At him, the demon couldn't really make sense of it. ''what is going on Crowley? You seem upset about something, usually you don't drink this much, in fact you never get this drunk, you have been acting so strangely lately it feels as if you're trying to prove something''. 

The angel clicked with his fingers trying to make sense of his friend's behaviour really expecting him to answer honestly while he's drunk. ''But I do not know what it is''. The demon smirked in response leaning, stumbling forward ''if I-I was trying to prove something to you would you really think I would be here like this'' as the demon was leaning forwards, he pouted a bit. The angel taken a step back while Crowley swayed his hand in the air. Aziraphale sighed holding his calm. '' I'm trying to understand your behaviour. You seemed so focused before the apocalypse now it seems that all you care about drinking yourself into a stupor'' the angel gave his friend a more concerned look, grabbing his hand what was floating somewhere in the air, putting it down so the demon doesn't hurt himself on accident. '' I am worried that you are trying to avoid something or escape from your emotions. I know you dear something isn't right here''. Aziraphale could really read his friend like a book he knew something was going on, but he could not place it. The demon leaned even more closer what made the angel flustered. He putted his hand in the air again and touched the angel's nose fast, smiling widely not putting it together what he is doing. Aziraphale took a deep breath calming himself down >he's drunk, and he doesn't know what he is doing< the angel thought to himself. While Crowley softly sighed '' Alright angel it doesn't matter because even if you where right what could you possibly do to help its not like you can shut off the feelings, I have for you''. He said annoyingly at the angel stumbling a bit fort and backwards Crowley didn't even realize what he said. Even his drunk self couldn't forget the feelings he has for his *friend*. 

Aziraphale was taken aback from the sudden unexpected confession of the demon, he looked at him in utterly shock while his cheeks start to get a colour. ''Crowley dear. What did you just say? Do you know what you said?'' Crowley looking confused back at him. '' I said what?''. He doesn't remember much from the conversation they had since he got at the bookshop. ''oh'' Aziraphale looked away embarrassed. Maybe he has heard it wrong? Or he didn't mean it since he is drunk. ''I see you don't even remember. The angel nervously chuckled.'' You said you had ehm feelings for me dear. Well at least that's what I thought you said. Crowley was getting more confused and tired of this conversation. What may have been hours he finally remembered he could sober himself up. ''what?'' he smiled sheepishly at his friend. ''I think I should sober myself up''. The angel nodded in response. ''That would probably be a good idea before we continue this conversation. You aren't yourself when you are drunk''. With that Crowley clicked his fingers, his body shaking a bit as he sobers up, leaving a bad taste in his mouth. Aziraphale letting out a nervous cough.'' So? Do you remember now?''. Crowley starts to rub his forehead ''wow''. He said loudly.'' I'm never getting that fucked up drunk again I couldn't even remember to sober myself up!''. he laughed out, then looking at the angel who was waiting for an answer. Crowley got serious again adjusting his sunglasses. ''No angel I don't remember much from earlier.'' He sighed hoping that he didn't say anything to embarrassing. The angel said fast ''You literally said you have feelings for me dear''. 

Crowley is the one now that stood in shock, he wanted nothing more then sink trough the floor or that the other demons took him and just killed him on spot. '' I did?''. He slammed his hand against his head. '' I'm such an idiot'' he muttered under his breath to himself. ''now it is a really good time to throw me out since you didn't want to do it earlier''. He said in a more high-pitched voice then he liked. The angel smiled sympathetically at his flustered friend.'' You're not an idiot Crowley. You did something stupid''. The angel chuckled to himself. ''But that doesn't mean you are an idiot. People do stupid stuff when they are drunk''. Aziraphale hesitated for a moment and took Crowley's hand. ''You are very important to me. I didn't want to throw you away then nor do I now''. He smiled at the demon as his cheeks are getting more of a colour now. '' But if you have something to say to me dear you can say it''. He gave Crowley's hand a little squeeze for reassurance. Meanwhile when the angel took his hand it surprised him making him a more flustered mess, but he didn't pull away he was to stunned to speak progressing all the things he said to him. ''I uhm''. He waited a moment collecting himself ''fine'' he couldn't actually understand why he agreed to talk about his feelings I guess it was something the angel got out of him. Crowley closed his eyes. Aziraphale couldn't even see if the demon closed or opened his eyes, but he could sense that Crowley was nervous. ''I didn't mean to tell you while drunk but I meant the words that was the whole reason I got drunk in the first place'' he really didn't want to see the angel's reaction as his face got more of a colour. Aziraphale was a bit shocked to hear it even though he sensed that Crowley was nervous he couldn't imagine that he loved him to, that he was hearing it correctly when he confessed earlier. He stares at his *friend* for a bit before saying anything. '' You....You actually meant it? You weren't just joking?''.

 Crowley is really starting to regret saying anything at all, that he got himself so drunk to end up in this situation. He slowly opened his eyes again. ''no, I wasn't joking''. Aziraphale starts to feel a little lightheaded. The world seems to spin around him. ''W-Why didn't you tell me sooner? You've been acting so strangely. But I never thought... I didn't know''. Crowley sighed getting more flustered by the second.'' Well maybe I didn't know how to tell you and you weren't picking up the signs either''. The angel was getting more overwhelmed by the situation. He took a deep breath and calmed himself down once again. '' ehm Well in that case I should say something as well shouldn't I?''. His face grew more hotter.'' I eh.... I have feelings for you to''. He chuckled. ''does that mean we are both idiots?''. Crowley's worries went away as he heard the angel confess his feelings. He laughs along with the angel. '' nah you're not. You don't get so stupidly drunk''. Aziraphale sighed relieved. ''No that's right. I don't get that drunk. I know my limits. But dear since you are sober''. He hesitated biting his lip.'' And we have admitted that we have feelings for each other.... What do you...''. The angel couldn't find the right words, but he smiled softly at Crowley. He knew exactly what he wanted to say. That's the benefit of knowing each other for 6000 years. '' Whatever you want us to be angel''. The demon smiled at him. Aziraphale smiling as well. 

He looked at Crowley and took of his glasses placing on the nearest shelf. ''I want to see your beautiful eyes you don't need to hide them from me''. As he said that he placed a hand on his cheek. Crowley only smiled more in response leaning into the touch. ''I... I want to be... I want this to mean something more. I want to be with you Crowley.''. the demon placed his hand gently on his angel's waist. He doesn't pull him closer yet while he wants to he doesn't want to go to fast for the angel. Aziraphale could sense that he hesitates .'' You are not going to fast for me dear''. With that Crowley pulls him closer their body'spressing against each other. Their faces inches away from each other. ''you don't know how long I have waited for this moment''. He said in a breathy whispering voice. Crowley closed the gap between them their lips pressed against the others. Aziraphale's other hand reached towards the other side of the demon's face pulling him closer. They have both waited so long for this, dancing around one another. They are on their own side now. As they explored each others' lips aziraphale pulled away catching his breath. Looking deeply into Crowley eyes. The world didn't around them didn't matter right now. Just the two of them. Aziraphale's hand was still on his cheek he pulled him closer again pressed his forehead against the demons closing his eyes. ''I love you Crowley. He also closed his eyes as he pressed his hand on the angels hand. ''I love you to angel''. After all he didn't regret getting that drunk.