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eijiroukiriot · 3 years
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WHAT A GREAT DAY TO LOVE BAKUGOU WITH ALL MY HEART
#OKAY OKAY SO LIKE....#I WAS HANGING OUT W A FRIEND FOR LIKE ALL OF LAST NIGHT#SO FROM LIKE 9 TO 1:30 I DID NOT CHECK MY PHONE#AND THEN I OPENED TWITTER ONCE I WAS IN BED JUST INTENDING TO WIND DOWN FOR A FEW MINUTES BEFORE GOING TO SLEEP#AND MAYBE SEE IF THE SPOILERS WERE OUT#I DIDN'T EXPECT THIS!!! AAAAA!!!!!!! AAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!! my BOY!!!!!!!#every time something positive happens w bkg in the manga my default reaction is just I'm Gonna Cry Now#i didn't actually cry but i did stay up another half hour overwhelmed w Bkg Love#my full thoughts on the name!! are that i like it!! i mean gz wasn't going to happen and we knew it#and half of us were using names like nitro/detonate/etc etc anyway#so it's a little cheezy but doesn't feel ridiculous#and honestly the might (the cheesiest part) is a nice touch#a name is a wish? right? that was the point?#in theory dynamight sounds like something he could've picked w no thought at all in 2 seconds#but the fact that it's like...you know...the man who ended all might taking on his legacy and his name in his own way#and then there's the parallels w deku choosing those kinds of names as a kid#but dynamight is equal parts bkg as bkg and bkg as a successor#like combining something unique to himself w the dream he's always chased#i like it!! i think it's nice and honestly most of all i'm happy to know it#depending on how this arc goes hero society might crumble before he can ever use it but you guys have to know i am proud of my boy#thoughts#tab
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Hello there may I request the Dimitrescu daughters celebrating their s/o birthday, it’s my birthday today☺️
Happy belated birthday, anon!!! Wishing you many more happy (and hopefully less chaotic) years to come! Under read more for length.
Bela + Birthday
On one hand, she wants to be the first thing you see when you wake up. On the other hand, she’s got a million things planned, and no matter how much help she enlists, she’s bound to end up running late. So maybe she’s not the first thing you see, but she’s crawling into your bed before you have a chance to fully wake up. Wrapping her arms around you, murmuring ‘good morning’ and ‘I love you’ into your ears. Sleepy kisses all around<3
Will stay with you for as long as you want, but will ‘subtly’ encourage you to get up eventually, after all she’s spent the past month planning this day. It’s possible that she’ll end up slowly sliding out of bed, an inch a minute, saying ‘no more kisses until you get up’.
Once you’re out of bed, it’s time for a decadent breakfast. A whole buffet table filled with your favorites (the ones appropriate for this time of day, at least), with any servants you’re friends with being allowed to join in. If you’re not from Romania, Bela will go out of her way to have the cooks learn recipes from whatever country you grew up in. Might throw in a few non-breakfast items too. Mmmm, thinking about my family’s krumkake recipe now, so good<3
What happens next depends a lot on your specific personality. If you enjoy parties and social gatherings, there will be festivities in one of the castle’s larger rooms, again with any of your friends being allowed to join (even visitors from the village, should you wish to invite them). A large cake will be served, likely baked by none other than Ava Caldwell (please excuse my shameless OC mention).
If you’re more introverted, or shy, Bela will keep the gathering very small, likely just her family and you. There will be music, a few gifts from the family, similar but smaller treats. Less energetic, more casual and comfy family time.
Come lunch time, the two of you will have some private time again. Depending on weather/season, she’ll either take you for a picnic in the garden, or a quiet meal in the observatory. Think candles, lots of strategically placed flowers, warm blankets… all that cheesy stuff. Afterwards, she’ll let you take the reins for a bit. Essentially, you’ll spend some quality time doing your favorite hobbies together. Feel free to info dump/rant all you want, Bela will stare at you with love in her eyes regardless of the subject.
Once you’ve had your fun together, it’ll be time for dinner, which will once more be with her family. Everyone will be on their best behavior (under threat of blackmail, except for Alcina, who’s just, you know, a good mother who wants her daughter to be happy). Again the cooks will go all out for the meal, making whatever dishes weren’t appropriate for breakfast. There will probably be leftovers- unless, of course, you decide to let the other servants enjoy what you cannot finish.
Finally, before bed, Bela will let you open the gifts from her. The two of you will be in either her room or her private study, away from everyone else. She’ll have prepared 3 gifts for you. One will relate to your personal interests (a hobby, a movie/book series you love, etc), one will be something the two of you can do together, and the last will be something you can wear/keep on you to remind you of her (not that you could ever forget, really).
I’ll leave the detail of what happens that night to your imagination, dear reader, so as to not assume anything about *ahem* attractions, gender, or any possible… deviances (kinks, if that wasn’t clear). Regardless, there is cuddling<3
Cassandra + Birthday
Wakes you up, first thing in the morning, with kisses. Just crawls into bed with you and smothers you in somewhat sleepy affection. Do you know how hard it was for her to get up at this hour? Relatively! Which is why you’re not allowed to get up get up, at least not for a while. Mandatory girlfriend snuggles. No escape. If the two of you are, ya know, of the persuasion to do certain things… without clothing… then yeah, that’s probably also happening. Please don’t judge me, I’m tired (and asexual) and am trying to avoid this being unnecessarily ns/fw.
Doesn’t really want to share you at all, even on your birthday, but will let you mingle with friends/have a nice group breakfast if that’s what you want. Just expect to be sitting in her lap for as long as she can get you to, alright? Might tone it down if her family is around (okay, well, if her mother is around). Will pretend to judge people for whatever gifts they get you unless you specifically ask her to stop. Repeatedly whispers things in your ears to distract you, ranging from the audaciously inappropriate to “my gift is going to be so much better than that” to very sweet “I love you”s.
Lets you plan as much or as little as you want for your special day, though won’t hesitate to suggest things if you struggle to come up with stuff/can’t decide. Again, she’d prefer to spend as much of the day with you as possible, and would prefer your gatherings be very small. Like, maybe just the two of you. Going on a hike to your favorite spot, or painting together (even if you don’t know what you’re doing, because she’ll get nice and close to help ;) ), or just curling up with her somewhere cozy.
Whatever you end up doing for the day, she’ll probably have a servant pack you guys some lunches, so you don’t have to interrupt whatever you’re doing.
Dinner will be… a surprise. Planning is not her area of expertise, so Cassandra will enlist the help of her older sister, resulting in a romantic meal that, well, at least has hints of your girlfriend’s personality in it. Yes, she picked out the color of the napkins. Yes, the flowers she had asked for turned out to be poisonous, so yes they did have to swap them out last minute. Oops, you darn humans and your ‘mortal weaknesses’. Honestly, the display is very touching. She asked for help to do something nice for you<3
At the end of the night, she’ll take you to her art studio, where there’s a big painting that’s been covered up for a few days or so. She’ll pull the sheet off, oddly shy, and you’ll see it’s a lovely portrait of the two of you… except you’ll be wearing a necklace that you’ve never seen before. Which Cassandra will quickly pull out of her pocket, to give you as the second part of your gift :D
Cue a night of cuddling (and possibly other activities… such as sleeping).
Daniela + Birthday
Might as well bodyslam you first thing in the morning, honestly. She’s very excited, and loves you very much, and just wants to have some nice morning cuddling (and kissing). Solution? Make sure that she spends the previous night in the same bed as you. Seriously, it’ll save you a fair amount of pain.
Has the least planned of the three, despite having the most ideas, mostly because she struggles to actually organize things. Expect to spend however long you want in bed, just relaxing, probably still with lots of kisses and cheesy dialogue about how much she loves you. When you get up, however, the two of you will be surprised to see that Daniela’s family decided to help her get shit together.
There will be a nice breakfast, with your friends present, and Bela might even delay her own meal just to play some music for you. Afterwards, the family will give you their gifts. They won’t make you open them yet if you decide to save it for later, though, so no worries.
Then, you and Daniela will be encouraged to go out and have some fun. Which means a nice almost-picnic in the gardens, with less of a meal, more of some sweets/snackies. Cue more cuddling, and dorky poetry reading. The poetry will always start out serious… but by the end you’ll both be trying to find the lamest, cheesiest poems you can get, reading them to each other in increasingly ridiculous voices. Somehow you’ll end up reciting dirty limericks. Eventually you realize that Daniela isn’t even going through her books to find them, and is actually making them up as she goes. You’re not sure you want to know how she gained this skill.
Eventually you’ll head back inside, for lunch. At this point, there will be more music, some optional dancing, with a surprising amount of servants being allowed to just enjoy themselves. If parties aren’t your thing, Daniela will be more than willing to sneak you off somewhere more… private. For various reasons, you know. Doesn’t have to be anything more than cuddling. But this is Daniela we’re talking about, so…
The evening will mostly be up to you, with Daniela wanting to do whatever you want to do, even if it’s not something she’d normally enjoy. She just wants you to be happy<3
Dinner will be romantic, like with Cassandra, if admittedly far more chaotic. Still, it’s very lovely, and she’ll probably get adorably flustered as she tries to make things perfect for you. Expect her to get you multiple smaller gifts, and repeatedly mention that she wasn’t sure what to get you, so she kinda just… got everything. It might be best to reassure her that you mostly care about spending time with her. But, you know, also tell her you enjoy the gifts because she really did panic about them.
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nachtelang · 3 years
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hii i have no motivation to do my homework so here are some more sentrywire headcanons because i have no impulse control... with lots of inspiration from aster’s headcanons here because i LOVE these sm!!
these two are really not good at asking before taking. they’ll take each others’ spare parts and tools without mentioning it first, leaving the other to wonder if they simply misplaced a part or a tool they need for a gadget they’re working on. cypher will sheepishly say he was definitely, absolutely going to return whatever it was he borrowed ( he wasn’t ), and killjoy gets a little fussy when cypher takes her things without asking, but she lets him get away with it anyways because she loves him. cypher always knows when killjoy takes something from him, and he’ll poke at her with his usual “little engineer, i know you took something from me again”, but how could he ever be upset with her when his girlfriend is just so cute?
it took cypher a long time to get used to pda. killjoy is absolutely a pda kind of person, and if she knew it wouldn’t make cypher uncomfortable she would absolutely intertwine their fingers or sit in his lap whenever the two of them are in the same room. but she respects his boundaries and knows that he’s still working through getting over his past, and reassured him that it was alright if he didn’t want to partake in any pda right away. cypher does try to do a but of pda, though, because the smile that forms on killjoy’s lips when she feels him lace their fingers together or when he wraps an arm around her hip to pull her closer to him is priceless to cypher.
killjoy steals clothes from cypher’s closet all the time and cypher knows but lets her get away with it because he thinks she’s just so cute. he’s lost count of the times he’s walked into killjoy’s lab and seen her in one of his oversized coats, or her wearing his hat instead of her signature beanie. she lets cypher wear her beanie too, and if he is wearing it no one is allowed to touch it. he protects it with his life, swatting away anyone that might try to poke at the beanie on his head. it’s important to killjoy, so it’s important to him, too. he’s tried wearing her iconic yellow jacket, but it was less a jacket and more a crop top on cypher. killjoy thinks about how small her jacket was on cypher and bursts out laughing every time.
killjoy is very into social media. cypher... not so much. she tries to teach him about it, and cypher does his best to learn because he knows that it means a lot to killjoy. she made an account for the two of them to share so that cypher could share any photos he may have saved on his cameras that he thought looked nice. cypher will upload any photos he captures on his cameras that he thinks look good enough for social media, which is mostly just nature / landscape stuff from missions on bind or haven, and the occasional picture of killjoy that he’s deemed to be his favorite but honestly every photo he has of her is his favorite. killjoy just posts cute photos of cypher doing literally anything ( with cypher’s consent, of course ), and captions them with really cheesy stuff about how much she loves him and how handsome he looks when he’s really invested in his work. it flusters cypher to no end but she continues to do it anyways.
while they might not display a lot of pda, they definitely don’t hold back when it comes to flirting and teasing. the other agents have lost count of how many times they’ve had to listen to cypher and killjoy flirt with each other over their comms— cypher will tease killjoy about how he’s got a nice view of her from his camera, killjoy will use the cheesiest pickup lines possible on cypher and he’ll still get embarrassed no matter how cheesy they are, and it just goes on and on until someone usually one of the controllers has to beg them to focus on the mission at hand though that usually doesn’t stop them from continuing to flirt.
these two are the masters of bottling up their feelings and emotions around the other agents. they both have a lot of emotional baggage that they would prefer no one else knew about, but after they dated for at least a few months, they became more comfortable with sharing the darker parts of their pasts with one another. killjoy was the first one to be open about her trauma, and how it affected her, and it was the first time cypher really saw her cry. it was the first time he really ever felt like he wanted to hold her, keep her safe and never let her go, tell her that it would all be alright. cypher was much more solemn when he began to open up, and killjoy would sit by him and stroke his hand gently while he spoke, resting her head on his shoulder, softly whispering to him that she was there, and that he wasn’t alone.
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aerinth · 3 years
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Hi! I’d like to request a hq match up if you’re still accepting them!! Feel free to ignore if you’re not! Boundaries are important!! I’m a sag sun cap venus. ISFP, 6w5. I’d like a male character match up. My pronouns are she/her. Three words my friends might use to describe me are caring, quiet, & dedicated. Yachi & I’d be best friends!! I’d like my match to choose what to do for our date! I’m cool with a cute kiss on the cheek on the first date if the vibes are right!! Ty & congrats again!!! 💖
❄️ Your Secret Santa Date is... ❄️
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Kuroo Tetsuro! 
You met Kenma through Hinata who you met through Yaichi who you had met in your third year of high school.
It wasn’t uncommon for the three of you to grab coffee or lunch together on the weekends just so you could catch up on each other’s lives, and through that you had all gotten to know each other relatively well.
And at one of your lunches together, after you had ended up on the topic of environmental stability and the responsibility of large companies to decrease their carbon footprints by using more eco-friendly energy alternatives that were scientifically researched and tested, Kenma turned to you and said:
“Y/n, I think you and Kuroo would get along really well.”
Hinata -who hadn’t been following most of the conversation but understood that- said, “Woah, yeah that’s a great idea!”
“Wait, you mean the really tall guy with the spiky hair?!” Yaichi asked, with a tone like she was concerned for you safety. 
Hinata nodded with a big smile. “Yeah, don’t you think it would be perfect? You both use such big words all the time, for no reason really…” He mumbled the last part. 
Kenma agreed. “It would be nice for him to have someone else to talk to about all that stuff besides me.”
“You should text him and see if he wants to meet her!” Hinata suggested. 
“Okay.”
Kenma pulled out his phone. 
Across from them, your brain was spinning. 
How did that happen? How had that gotten out of control so fast?! All you had said was that when scientific research is available, people shouldn’t be ignoring it just because it’s cheaper for their business. 
And somehow that got you a… date? 
Yes, that’s exactly what had happened, and how you found yourself stepping off the train into Tokyo to meet up with a boy you had never even crossed paths with before. 
“Yo,” Kuroo greeted you cheerily when you came off of the platform. He had texted you that he would be waiting for you when you got off; at least he was reliable. 
“Hi,” you said a little timidly, though his friendly demeanor did make it a little less awkward. 
Kuroo seemed like the type who didn’t ever let himself get too uncomfortable. 
“So Kenma told me you were pretty smart,” he grinned. “But he didn’t tell me you were so cute.”
You bit your lip and heat rushed to your cheeks. 
After a moment you managed to say, “I heard the same about you. Guess we were boring them too much and they decided we should just bore each other.” 
Kuroo laughed. “Well I hope you’re not bored today. I tried to come up with something fun to do, but it’s hard when it’s so cold and you have to be inside all day.” 
Kuroo pouted a little and your expression matched. 
“Ugh, I know right? I hate snow,” you spat, instinctively burying yourself deeper into the nest of your scarf around your neck. 
“Good thing I didn’t plan to take you snow tubing then,” Kuroo smiled and you giggled in agreement. 
When you asked what he did have planned instead, he only offered you his arm and said, “Guess you’ll just have to wait and see.”
Thankfully you didn’t have to walk too far in the cold to get to your ultimate destination. You went only a few blocks and a couple streets over before Kuroo stopped you in front of a large, old warehouse. 
“I have to admit, I’ve been wanting to come here since they opened it up a few months ago so the decision to do this today was a little self-indulgent, but,” - his gaze flickered down to you with a happy sparkled- “maybe I was just waiting for the right company.” 
Kuroo had decided to take you to an interactive pop-up museum; a temporary art exhibit that was only set up in Tokyo until the end of the holiday season. 
The whole thing was based around winter and the holidays and once you set foot inside, you had to agree with your date; it was a really fun idea. 
There was tons of cool art from local artists that you could touch and take pictures with (Kuroo was an excellent photographer, you discovered). 
They had fake snow you could play in (which you liked) and real snow you could play in (which you didn’t like, though it was cool because it was inside). 
Christmas lights had been incorporated into almost every display, and the hodge podge of thrown together light strings lining the ceilings, walls, and floors of the giant warehouse made it light up like the milky way. 
It was, all around, really really cool. 
There was no shortage of things to do or interact with in the space; it took you a few hours just to see everything, and there were a few you wanted to go back to for a second look. 
And, as it turns out, your friends were right about you and Kuroo getting along so well, because you never ran out of things to talk about. 
Kuroo (of course) dropped as many fun science facts as he could.
“You know that snowflakes are just frozen hydrogen atoms so it’s one of the reasons we know that it’s shape is hexagonal? Pretty cool.”
“Did you know that Thomas Edison was the first person to put Christmas lights on display in the 1880’s? Which makes a lot of sense actually...”
“Alright, serious question, do you think Rudolph’s nose is red because of bioluminescence or a parasitic or bacterial infection? I’ve heard arguments for both. ”
But despite the joke you had made earlier, you never once grew bored. 
After you finished up at the exhibit, you still had time for dinner before you needed to catch a train home for the night.
You found a small restaurant down the road from the museum; the food cooking smelled so good, you had caught a whiff of it when you walked by and instantly you both turned around deciding this was the place you wanted to try. 
The restaurant staff was very polite and welcoming, and the food was beyond delicious. 
When you joked that you would make the trip to Tokyo again just to come back to the restaurant, Kuroo smiled and said he’d be happy to come too. 
The sun went down while you two ate together, and talked more, just genuinely enjoying each other’s company. 
But when you were done, your time was up for the night, and you knew you’d have to head to the station if you were going to catch your train home.
When the waiter dropped the check on the table, Kuroo instantly grabbed it. 
You offered to pay for your part, but he waved his hand with a playful grin. 
“No way,” he said. “Did you see how cute our waiter was? I can’t look like a bad date now, or else you might go out with him next time instead.”
You laughed. “Nah, I think I’d have more fun with you.”
For the first time that night, a light shade of pink formed on Kuroo’s cheeks. 
You felt a bittersweet feeling pulling on your heart as you headed to the train station together. Your train was still a few minutes away from arriving, and so Kuroo said he would wait with you and make sure you got on safely. 
“Thank you,” you said turning to the raven-haired boy, and when he gave a little nod you clarified, “For everything today. I was kind of nervous, but you made it really fun.” 
Kuroo smiled. “I’m glad. I had a really great time with you too,” he said, and then a playful little glimmer flashed in his dark orbs. “Really great, actually. I’d go so far as to say we had great.... chemistry~”
“Oh my god, stop,” you laughed, but of course he didn’t. 
“I guess I should have taken better notes because I’m interested in making this chemical reaction happen again.”
“Kuroo!” You swatted at him playfully, and he easily scooped your hand into his. He locked his fingers in between yours and pulled it to his lips. 
“I mean, I’m pretty smart. I can recite one hundred digits of pi…” His warm breath danced over your knuckles as he spoke. “But what I’d really like to know are the digits of your phone number.”
His eyes locked with yours for just a moment, and there was such a fire in them that it immediately brought heat to your cheeks. Then, softly and gently, his lips pressed against the top of your hand in a very gentlemanly kiss. 
For a moment, you felt frozen in place. His eyes were so sincere and so hopeful, you knew he meant it, that he wanted to go out with you again, despite his joking. 
Finally, you managed to compose yourself and shake your hand away from his. “I think you’ve got the cheesiest pick-up lines in the world,” you asserted and Kuroo laughed. 
“Sure,” he agreed. “But are they good enough to get me a second date?” 
You rolled your eyes, curling your lips into a curious expression; you wanted to make him think you had to consider all of your options first. 
But you had already decided what you wanted hours ago. So after a minute of making him wait, you pulled your phone out and handed it to him. 
“I must be an electron and you must be a phasor, because you’re making me excited for a second date.”
Kuroo had to bite his tongue. If he didn’t, he was worried he might have dropped to his knees and proposed right then and there, because he was pretty sure he had just fallen in love with you. 
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AN: HI RINA <3 My last matchup, but certainly not least. I loved, loved, imagining this little date. And I really got to milk the Kuroo is actually a total nerd hc. I’ve been itching to go to one of these museums myself, I think they’re soooo cool! And I just had a feeling that Kuroo would too. Since you were the last request I got, I had to try my best to avoid biases because I know your self-ships lol, but honestly, I think you’re pretty spot-on with them because I did almost choose Atsumu, or Iwa and I considered Oikawa too. These boys would all work to get your attention. They’re confident, strategic, and if they went after your heart they would have no problem proving to you that they weren’t going to be a waste of your time. I see Kuroo the same way, but I think his goofy charm really won me over for this match up. He’s as happy staying in with you on a rainy day as he is going out and sharing in a new adventure. He’d be patient with you when you protected your heart, but wouldn’t ever take it personally or give up on you either. He’d understand when you showed him you liked him with your actions more than with your words, but he doesn’t shy away from serious conversations when they need to happen either. I was really excited about this one, so I hope you had some fun! Thank you for your continuous support, I’m so happy we had the opportunity to connect this year! I hope you have a wonderful holiday with your fam, and cheers to 2021 bringing a little more fun, right? <33 Happy Holidays!!
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jcmoneydick · 3 years
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TharnType SS2 Season Finale and Final Thoughts
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Thanya has done more work for TT’s relationship than Tharn ever could. I think Thanya has been learning how to deal with people from Type. Look at her face when Mr. Thiwat starts talking smack. It’s about time someone cracked that old man. Type must have never opened that chat in the first place; it’s been months since they kicked him out. And we love a self aware king. Type knows he’s a dick. It’s nice to see.
I could’ve done without Leo and Fiat. I figured their story was wrapped up enough. Pop off, I guess. 
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Type seems to mention this grandkid thing a lot. Like more than his dad. It’s refreshing to see Tharn respect Type’s decisions like this. He catches himself, realizes he’s putting himself first, and changes direction for Type. I really wish there was more of this attitude throughout the show. This is a scene that demonstrates how a couple who have been together for 7 years can communicate with little words. They are coexisting in this moment, understanding the other’s needs. You can tell that even though Tharn doesn’t understand this tradition, he is fully supporting Type. I wish this was shown more during the entirety of the show. 
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I also wish Type’s ordainment as a monk wasn’t just a part of an episode. There’s so many undertones in relationship changes during Type’s monkhood that should have been further elaborated. In my personal opinion. It seems that Tharn learned about himself during this month as well, and I really would’ve appreciated the acknowledgement of that. Imagine if episode 10 was episode 11 and episode 11 showed us Type’s dad learning about Tharn, and teaching Tharn. What if we were able to see Tharn and Mr. Thiwat’s relationship and respect for another grow. At the end of the day, Thanya only showed her face. Mr. Thiwat knows that Tharn is taking care of his son, no matter the racist or homophobic comments that he hides behind. I feel like this was a missed opportunity. (Lost in the film just for Leo and Fiat to have more screentime). This was also a missed opportunity to show international fans more of the beauty of this tradition. The architecture of the temple and the ceremony seem unique and fun and really family oriented, and it kinda felt glossed over. But THAT TIME SKIP/TRANSITION? OF THARN VISITING TYPE? CLEAN! That’s the best editing in the entire show. At me.
Doc and Champ also deserve a little more. Their ending seemed… slapped on. Question: Is Champ a himbo, an airhead, or blind? “Love clearly, makes you blind,” my ass. Their ending wouldn’t be like this if Khunpol took Type’s advice. *shrugs*
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I hate the beanie. But I guess it works if Type’s insecure about being bald. When I saw the welcome home scene the first time, I noticed Type touched the butt and I thought it in the nemo voice; It was hilarious to me.
Tharn crying and saying his vows is so Tharn. His dreams are finally coming true and he can plan the cheesiest, most romantic, in your face, gushy, mushy wedding ever. I can’t wait. But I called it. I knew because of the pacing of ep 3, TT’s wedding wasn’t happening in the series. I’ll talk about that at the end. 
I love how tight knit the Kiriguns are. I wish this was my family. Tharn’s teasing P’Thorn until the end. (I’ve seen boomsticks in the behind the scenes pics, why is the mic work so shoddy in the entire season?) Tharn did cry though. GIL USED THARN! That’s the funniest thing in the entire season. Tharn’s face reeled them in, disappointment led them to Gil. 
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P’Arm’s dress is prettier than Bella Swan’s was, and I’m jealous I didn’t do navy for my wedding!! (I guess crying runs in the Kiriguns blood, P’Thorn is up there looking like Tharn. That is a family of hopeless romantics.) 
Why did Thanya catch the bouquet? It don’t sit right with me. Isn’t she like 15?
I COMPLETELY FORGOT THAT THIS WAS BEING NARRATED BY TYPE THIS WHOLE TIME. That being said, why he know so much of LeoFiat’s business? Wild.
Do I like this season? Not really.
So, if you were to watch season 2 with zero expectations, I would assume you would have an alright experience. The show is almost typical, fairly easy to follow (although long winded) and the chemistry and acting is top notch. There’s so many variables in the show that would have easily made an excellent show had other variables shown their worth. I had all the expectations. The show was marketed with a TT wedding, a little jealousy and a lot of spice. We didn’t get that. There are some that are fine with this and some that aren’t. I’ll tell you why I’m not cool with this season, or the future special episode.
The TharnType wedding that was advertised, implied, and marketed to happen this season is instead being turned into a cash grab. I understand that the last one was pay to watch as well, but let’s talk about the content of that special episode. Season one’s special episode has nothing in it that is impertinent to the marketed plot. It was simply TT lost in a dream of the first time Tharn met Type’s parents. I’m sure it wasn’t implied that Tharn would meet them anytime soon in the first season. Essentially, you do not need the first special episode to realize that Type’s dad is biased against Tharn. That is made clear by the first two or three episodes of TTSS2. Opposingly, TT’s wedding was promised in the promotions of the second season. Blatantly. It would be different if the proposal was alluded or implied. If the promotion posters didn’t feature TT’s names intertwined with rings. (Take Thonhon Chonlatee for example. An heir wasn’t included in the promotions or alluded to in the series, but what happened happened.) Some people are like “well, the book stopped at blank” not every show follows the book, and some of us haven’t been able to read the book. It hasn’t been officially translated, and some of us wanted to avoid big spoilers and watch it fresh eyed. To me, a special episode is not a continuation of a promise, it is extra content beyond the main plot of the season.
The reason I’m not cool with the season can be inferred from my posts. I wanted a grown relationship. I wanted a grown, healthy, communicative relationship indicative of seven years of mutual maturity. I was excited to watch Tharn and Type deal with obstacles like loving, mature adults, but the show proved juvenile and problematic to me. The title TharnType 2: 7 Years of Love, to me, implies trust, understanding and openness. Maybe even their love being a positive influence for relationships around them. Or like the love bug striking the people around them. I understand not every relationship is not like that irl, but I wanted that representation on film. Some parts of the show delivered this, but in general it fell flat. 
The actors, in my opinion, are all very talented and outshine the script, editing, camera work… pretty much all the production. I really hope all the actors featured in season 2 are able to showcase their talents in another series soon. 
My rating for season 2: 5/10; the acting’s good, the chemistry’s there, but the story is too long winded for me. There are many other shows this year that have done better. I think Still 2gether being such a good addition to 2gether, skewed my opinion of what a Thai sequel could be. Rather, I should have referred to Together with Me: the Next Chapter for sequel expectations. (I honestly think the Next Chapter was better.) All in all, there isn’t much setting it apart from other Thai dramas; there are plenty that match this that you can just watch something else. Would I rewatch season 2 as a stand alone? Prolly not. I might let it run after watching season 1 while I do my nails and I need background noise. It’s not the worst show I’ve seen this year, but it is far from the best.
I’m gonna catch up with Manner of Death now (I had to put it on the backburner because I couldn’t concentrate on Thonhon, TT AND MoD). I think I’m too late for a “who did it” chart, so I may post a” scene that I laughed at, but shouldn’t have” instead. I have a stupid easy to rouse sense of humor. 
Maybe I’ll see you again for KinnPorche, or if you have any suggestions of shows I should watch let me know! (I just finished Cherry Magic, it was so sweet and fluffy.)
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itsakpopalypse · 5 years
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Johnny Seo NCT 127 Astrology : How He Loves
“Hi love!! Can I get a johnny: how he loves?? Thank youuuu💗💗💗💗 “-  @itsthequeenofhearts
“ Hello, it’s me again. So me and my bff both loved your astrology post about yuta and since he is my bias I was wondering if you could do an astrology post about her bias in nct127 as well ? Her bias is Johnny and I hope I’m not too pushy but SOMEONE in this household has to ask!😂😂 I LOVE your multi fandom blog and I hope I’m not too much of a bother! Thank you very much! 🌸💗🌺”- @marinemousemarie
“ Heey ~ Can you make a How x loves with NCT's Johnny?? I love your astrology posts ❤💎 “- @oshivana
A/N Thank you All for requesting ! I am so happy you have liked what I have done so far and I hope this lives up to your standards as well!! Thank you for your patience as well!!
So here, comes, Johnny!! 
That was bad I apologize no i don’t
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HOW BOYFRIEND
We all know our chaotic and boyfriendy Johnny is an Aquarius
We all know Aquarian’s are basically just aliens VERY UNIQUE
We estimate his rising as Taurus , and we know his moon is Gemini
he has a 3,3,3 split of earth fire and air with only one water sign, 
 his chart leans mutable, but he has a decent amount of both fixed and cardinal.
This means he is a pretty easy going guy. None of his big three are particularly “strong” leader signs
Aquarian’s tend to march to their own beat, so he will likely have many opinions and want to talk about them
Aquarian’s have a lot of love and desire to change the world, so a part of him is going to want to be your hero
Lunar Gemini, while outgoing and fun loving, is also very emotionally tactful--- STILL A FLIRT THO
they don’t expose their true feelings and tend to be more analytical than they at first seem
because of this people think Gemini are being two faced, when generally they just want to keep a tight grip on their own feelings without interference
Taurus in rising suggests he is deliberate, practical and patient. 
I know he seems pretty silly a lot, but a good chunk of his chart is very practical and pragmatic. 
his venus is in Capricorn, which is misunderstood as a less feeling sign
in reality, Capricorns aren’t unfeeling, they just choose to express their love and affection very differently
honestly he isn’t going to be very EMOTIONALLY open but he WILL be very physically open
Leo Mars so even though the Capricorn venus is pretty resserved, he will have the drive to go for what he wants, as well as the confidence to follow through
In general, there are 3 things that are known for a few SPICY things that we will discuss in the SPICY section so .. keep that in mind I guess
Let’s put the puzzle that is JOHNNY SUH together 
SO with Aquarius in Mercury and Sun, he likes a debate
he likes to verbally spar and enjoys anyone who can keep up with him
this makes me think it will be more likely for his trope to be an almost enemies to lovers style
not real cut throat enemies, but like... you will constantly bicker at first if he likes you because he is vetting you only the strong will survive this
he WANTS you to push back just as hard
he LIKES to stir up your emotions
the more fired up you get the more fun it is for him
what a little SHIT
i think, if it TRULY bothered you he would lighten up, and if he thought you could keep up he would totally let up
because now 
now you’ve hooked him
heart eyes motherfucker
NOW comes the deeper conversations
remember all that save the world he has in him? 
he wants your opinions
he wants to have really deep conversations and examine all the sides 
His Gemini will be FLIRTING NOW
AIR SIGNS ISTG... a self own??
Will 10/10 try to make flirting as awkward and unique as possible
or will use the cheesiest lines ever used
Aquarians are like that girl who isn’t like other girls okaaaay  they have to be different
oops
Anyway once he feels like you are HOOKED on his awk ass charms
he will reel you IN
The sweet little gestures will begin
Capricorn Venus’ are very thoughtful they tend to show affection through gifts and help 
so if you’re working on something they will already be there to help
if you need something he knows before  you do
very attentive and very caring, just not as vocal as some other signs
that doesn’t mean you’ll NEVER get an I love you, it just means his love language likely revolves around making you feel taken care of!
The kind of boyfriend who sees you’re having a rough time at work so he picks you up in the parking lot one day and takes you to shopping and picks you out something nice to wear
then takes you to some great little place for dinner that is kinda quiet and the atmosphere is relaxed so he can just talk to you and make you feel treasured
likes physical affection and will reciprocate it !at first I thought he wouldn’t initiate it but actually with Gemini and Aquarius in those placements he actually might be hella touchy
holding hands touching your face while he smiles at you pulling your leg into his lap while you are relaxing together
rubbing soft circles on your back during hugs
i hurt my own feelings and he isn’t even my bias damn
the boyfriendiest tbh!!
SPICY OOOO    18+ BELOW
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HE’S BEAUTIFUL wtf
Here’s where things get a big different
we all know he’s boyfriendy af
we all know he is KINKY af
but
He’s not the ULT DOM DADDY
IM SORRY IM SORRY DON’T SHOOT ME
let me explain first
Aquarius and Gemini are... probably the two least dom in the zodiac.
.both are ... REALLY open minded,have incredibly high sex drives
they want to explore their sexuality and yours but they all don’t mind taking a backseat to someone else
and his Venus in Capricorn.. Oh here is where it’s POSSIBLE
BUT his mars is Leo,for men, Mars can be JUST as important to one’s bedroom inclinations as their Venus is
so he might LEAN more in control but he may also be fine with the roles switching around
he honestly just wants to blow your mind
Leo mars is ALL about showing off
this means he got that PRAISE KINK
they LOVE sensuality in the bedroom
they have this DEEP desire to be the best you have ever had
try hards
so expect to be pampered
Capricorn Venus is ALL IN once they are all in
SO  all together
He is open minded and kinky
might be in to slightly more risky sex play
I could see role play being something he loves
sexy lingerie ABSOLUTELY
especially if HE PICKED IT
remember cap likes to show their love through gifts
the type of guy who you come home and he has a pile of boxes with a pretty bow and tells you he wants you to go put that on
and inside is all manner of vibrating panties and restraints and maybe a cute little crop he plans to use on you 
What I am saying is he may be just fine giving you control of the bedroom antics but in the end he wants to be the one you scream for
he wants to show you that no one could ever fuck you like him and no one could ever make you so happy
and if you’re into it...like... don’t bring up past loves or heaven help your ass and thighs, because you are in for a pretty severe punishment
ooooh is that a promise 👀👀👀??
 AHEM
The type of man who REALLY loves when you say his name or title in bed
Oh Daddy she likes to be so bad for you 
might be a little into nicknames that make him feel extra extra special
very into using his hands
a little squeeze around that necklace
light pressure to make you gasp his name in pleasure
pressing two from the other hand deep and intimate
likes looking you in the eye when you come
is absolutely the type who drags you back into his pelvis when you pass  him in the house,just grinding into you with a muffled promise of later
digs his fingertips in too hard when he hits it from the back
pretty purple reminders of a passionate night
He wants his baby all his, marked and messed up
and so so so satisfied
aftercare is thoughtful and gentle,talks you down and praises you 
won’t be cocky about it until the next day when you are walking a little... more tenderly than usual
has a comment all prepared tbh
will take the smack against his chest with a cheeky grin
he loves you so much he can’t stand it
WHEW honestly his was a little hard I am so glad I got it finished.thank you ALL for requesting and I hope you Love it!!
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20 from the prompts list please
This didn’t end up the way I wanted it to…I hope it’s still okay ahh (masterlist is linked in my bio)
3.1k of some fluff with some pretty shitty angst
20: “Protective is different from being possessive!”
With one final swipe of mascara, and a last minute decision of a glossy lip, you’re about ready to go. Even though you’ve been looking at yourself in the mirror for about an hour, you haven’t had the chance to fully take in your appearance until now. You have to admit it; you look pretty good. Correction, really good.
There’s nothing crazy happening tonight so you’re dressed up for the part. A loose, low cut top is tucked into your favorite pair of worn jeans—the ones that really accentuate your figure the way you want—and a pair of Converse solely for comfort. Well, that is after you looked up how to properly dress for a night out. The key points you picked out were to know your setting, to feel good, and be comfortable. All three of which you definitely aced.
It’s been a while since you’ve had time to go out with work being up your ass all the time. In the times when you had some peace in your life, you wanted to spend it at home either alone or with your boyfriend. You’ve been trapped in your cycle of work, Shawn, and sleep that you’ve neglected your friend group more than you could’ve ever imagined. But tonight is your night. All of your guys’ night and you’ve been giddy about it since it was planned.
The bedroom door slowly opens and Shawn pops in as you shamelessly continue to admire yourself in the full length mirror. He plants himself behind you, peering over your left shoulder and drinking in your reflection. His stare finds yours and his lip slips its way between his teeth. He sucks in a breath and finally allows himself to touch you. You feel his fingertips trace up along your spine and delicately run across the silver chain adorning your neckline.
“Mm..you look gorgeous, honey,” he compliments, leaving a chaste kiss at the base of your neck, covering the cool metal.  “Do you have to go?”
You chuckle at your needy boyfriend, who would cling to you like a koala if he could. “Yes, Shawn. We’ve had this all set for weeks. And I want to get out of the house for once and not have to be in work clothes.”
“Maybe if you stayed, I could help you get out of these clothes.” Shawn gently wraps his arms around your torso and sways the two of you from side to side, his breath hot in your neck. 
Don’t fall into his trap. Of course you would love to stay and have a steamy night with him at home, but you have plans. Plans with people you haven’t seen in forever. The people that you’ve been neglecting more and more since you’ve let yourself become used to your routine. You never wanted that to happen and you’re definitely not allowing it to continue. 
“As tempting as it sounds, it’ll have to be another time. I’m not flaking on my friends again.” You let your arms rest on top of his, rubbing the pads of your thumbs against his skin.
“Maybe when you get back?” Shawn buries his nose into the crook of your neck and shoots doe eyes at you through the mirror. The temptation to give into him is very strong, but you just can’t.
“Yes, maybe, but I’m making absolutely no promises. I’ll probably be back a little bit after midnight so I might just wanna go to bed. I can only for sure promise cuddles tonight if you’re down,” you smirk, fully knowing that Shawn has never turned down cuddling and probably never will.
“I’d say that’s a deal.” His voice is muffled by your shoulder, but you can see the crinkle in his eyes when he smiles. It’s crazy how this man can turn you on in a flash but then you blink your eyes and he’s the cutest person to grace this world. Saying you’re lucky to have him is such an understatement.
The two of you bask in the silence and presence of each other for a moment. It’s intoxicating, really. The level of intimacy that you share is otherworldly; something you’ve never shared with another person before. Honestly, you could stare at his beautiful self for eternity and never become bored. And what’s even better is that you know that he feels the same way about you, and you couldn’t dare to ask for anything more than that. 
“I’m gonna miss you,” he pouts, bringing his chin up to rest against you. His arms slightly tighten around you, like he was going to lose you if he were to let go. 
You gently spin around in his hold and place your hands on his chest, “I’ll be back before you know it. It’ll only be a few hours and then you’ll get the cuddles I promised.”
“Okay. I might call Brian and some other guys and see if they wanna go somewhere or play video games,” he shrugs. You’re aware that he doesn’t like being alone, so this isn’t odd. At least he’s not pleading for you to stay.
“Look at you being social,” you beam. “I really gotta go, though. I’ll let you know when I’m on my way home.”
After patting his chest a couple times, you stand up on your toes just to give him a peck. His frame leans down to capture your lips into another, longer kiss, humming into your mouth. He’s really not making this easy, huh.
“Text me when you get there too, yeah?” Shawn tells you once he pulls away. “Just wanna make sure you get there safely.”
“I can definitely do that. I love you.”
“I love you too,” he replies with the cheesiest grin plastered on his face. 
Shawn turns to grab your purse for you. With his back to you, you can tell that he’s reaching inside. Not questioning him—completely trusting that he’s not digging for information—you let him search for whatever he’s set to find. He turns back to you and comes up with a stick of gum along with your tube of lip gloss.
“You’ll wanna reapply, babe,” Shawn smirks, popping the gum into his mouth. That’s when you see his lips shining from your gloss. A giggle escapes from you when you take it from him. He plants one last kiss on your forehead and lets you on your way.
You arrive at the sports bar and immediately hear the droning sound of sports announcers on the televisions and drunk patrons reacting loudly to them. Quickly, you grab your phone from your pocket and shoot Shawn a text, letting him know that you arrived safely, before searching for your group. 
It takes mere seconds before the overpowering cheers of your friends completely fill your ears. Your wide eyes find their table, all three of them waving in your direction. There are already multiple empty shot glasses on the hardwood and you can tell that they’re already way ahead of you. This is what I get for being late.
“You made it!!” Rubie exclaims. “I was about to drink your shots but I did not! Here you go, lady. You’ve got some catching up to do, alcohol-wise and in general.”
She pushes three glasses towards you and you take a seat next to her in the round booth. You immediately feel a weight lift off of your shoulders and for some reason, it’s easier to breathe. After settling in, you greet Aila and Milo. 
“So how’s life been treating you? It feels like we haven’t seen you in forever,” Milo pouts, taking a sip of his beer. The guilt of not seeing them has been eating away at you but now you feel kind of awful. You let the first shot of what you now know is tequila glide down your throat before answering his question. 
“It’s been okay, but I feel really bad about not spending time with you guys. There’s really no excuse-“
“Hey, you’re okay,” Aila interrupts. “We’ve been busy too and all of our schedules don’t always line up. But we’re all here now, so I think we should celebrate that.”
That’s Aila. She’s always been the mom friend and you’ve known that since you two were little. Her role is completely necessary since Rubie is rowdier than hell and you and Milo both tend to be emotional wrecks. You make a mental note to thank her later and just show her that you’re appreciative of her in general.
The four of you talk more while you finish the other two shots and some lighter stuff until you start to feel a buzz. Your “superstar boyfriend,” as Rubie called him, was brought up into the conversation a couple times, followed by a “you lucky bitch” and an “I’m so single” or something along those lines. You honestly do feel lucky to have him, but it’s nice to have some time away and you weren’t really planning on talking about him. Then again, you talk very highly about him and it makes you kind of miss him.
“Helloooo,” Milo is stretched across the table and waving his hand in front of your face. “You left us and went to a completely different dimension and I’d like you to return please.”
“Sorry,” you mutter into your glass. Stop thinking about him and just live in the moment, dammit.
The food that Aila had ordered for all of you finally arrives and your mouth starts to water in an instant. In that same instant, Rubie is speaking with not much of an indoor voice because she’s excited to “finally fucking eat something.”
As you all dig in, Aila’s eyes keep wandering behind you. Her cheeks turn rosy and she puts down her fries.
“Either that guy behind you is checking you out or is checking me out but I can’t tell,” she tells you, her eyes adverting to her plate. 
“Well one, he can only see the back of my head and two,” you pause as you start to turn in your seat, “he better be eye fucking you because I’m tak-”
You cut yourself off and stare at the redhead at the bar. Unsurprisingly, you see a head of curly brown hair right next to him. Brian, your boyfriend’s best friend, points at you and nudges the broad shoulder to his left. Quickly, you turn around to meet three pairs of very confused eyes.
“Do you know him?” Milo asks. “He’s kinda cute, not gonna lie.”
“It’s Shawn’s best friend, and he saw me and I think they’re coming over here,” you spit out. 
It shouldn’t bother you that he’s here, in fact it’s probably a complete coincidence, but it’s supposed to be your night with your friends. The friends that you’ve put off hanging out with because you’ve always been with him.
“Ohhh,” he responds. “Well it’s okay. The more, the merrier, right?”
The rest of your friends agree with him just as the two men approach the table. Shawn looks so happy and surprised that you’re here that it has to be a coincidence, right? He was just looking for a place to hang out with his best friends and it just happened to be the same place that you took yours. It happens. 
“Hi, honey. Fancy seeing you here,” Shawn chuckles, leaning down to kiss your forehead. You introduce him and Brian to everyone and offer for them to sit down. Shawn is now squished between you and Brian, whose eyes are lingering on Aila for maybe a few seconds too long. 
Everybody converses with each other, but you can’t help but feel an unsettling feeling in your stomach. There’s almost no way that out of all of the bars he could’ve chosen to go to, he picked this one. It’s the most public one in the area and it’s a decent distance away from your home. The bad feeling settles deeper and you’re worried that the alcohol is also contributing to that. You excuse yourself to go to the restroom and Aila and Rubie insist on going with you. 
Once inside, you pull your hair back and run your hands under the cool water of the sink, dabbing your neck to try to help you cool off.
“Are you okay, hun?” Aila rubs your back and you look at her through the mirror. “I can take you home if you’d like.”
“No, I should be okay. I just needed a breather. Super stuffy in there, yunno?” You give her your best attempt of a smile. Aila nods and takes a step back. 
“I may be a teeny bit drunk,” Rubie slurs, “but I know for a fact that you were just fine until you realized your superstar was here. Trouble in paradise?”
“Rubie!” Aila scolds in a whisper. The drunk girl just shrugs and waits for you to answer. Quite frankly, you don’t know how to answer. Yes, you two are doing great and you haven’t fought much but sometimes it can be suffocating. You didn’t really realize that until you were with your friends. It feels like he’s stuck in the honeymoon phase whereas you want to move on to the next level of the relationship. It all confuses you so much because you do love him so, so much, but you were so happy to finally be away from him. 
“I think everything is okay…it was just supposed to be our night as friends. It’s not like I don’t want him here, it’s just hard to explain, yunno?” You fish around in your purse for your lip gloss, feeling the need to retouch it. Aila agrees with you and so does Rubie, although you don’t think she caught anything you said. 
Confusion hits you like a truck when you find one of Shawn’s wireless earbuds on your purse. Not just one, but both and the case is nowhere to be found. Now, you know for a fact that you can track them, since you’ve had to do it for yours before, but it only works when they’re not in the case. You’re not one to assume, but with everything that’s happened tonight, it’s the only thing that makes sense to you.
“You know, I’m actually not feeling too hot. I’m gonna tell Shawn that I wanna go home. We need to do this again soon, I really had fun,” you shove your findings back into your bag. With no questions asked, they just nod and you lead them back to the table. Shawn is quick to his feet to let you back into the booth, but you stop him short.
After explaining yourself, well lying really, the two of you go home, leaving behind your confused friends and Brian, who was elated to have more time to chat with Aila.
Shawn tries to make conversation with you in the car, but you brush him off and stare out the window. And man, is it the longest twenty minute drive you’ve ever experienced. The air in the car is thick. Not even the quiet music could help you calm down. You’re internalizing your anger but with each passing second, it grows within you. You can’t believe he would go out of his way to do all of this. To ruin your time with your friends. You’ve never done that to him once.  
Once you’re inside your shared condo, you immediately kick your shoes off at the door and throw your coat on the back of the sofa.
“What the hell,” you dig into your purse to find his earbuds and hold them up for him to see, “are these doing here, Shawn?” 
“I must’ve dropped them in there, or I asked you to carry them for me? I don’t know,” Shawn responds, scratching the back of his neck. 
“I never use this purse on a regular basis, and I just got it out for tonight. They’re not mine because mine are on my nightstand. You put them in my purse before I left and tracked me.”
“I was just trying to protect you, hun,” he mumbles, dropping his head so you can’t see his eyes. 
“Protective is different from being possessive! I wasn’t in harm’s way. I was with a group at a bar and guess what, Shawn. I’m a fucking adult and I can take care of myself.” Your voice raises, and you aren’t sure if you meant for that to happen. There’s no going back from here. 
“I was not being possessive,” he defends himself poorly. It’s clear that he doesn’t appreciate your tone, but you don’t appreciate the way he’s treated you tonight. 
“There is a thin fucking line between being protective and possessive and you crossed it, Shawn! You followed me to the bar and you sabotaged my time with friends that I haven’t seen in months. If I did that to you, you would be livid. Don’t give me bullshit responses because you did something wrong and you don’t want to admit it.”
“Honey, calm down, it was a mistake,” he says after a minute of silence. “I shouldn’t have done it and I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.”
For a second, you contemplate on arguing him for telling you to calm down, but you decide that it isn’t worth it. He seems sincere and you don’t wanna make him feel worse.
“I accept your apology. I don’t want this to come in between us, but I want to be alone right now.”
You move to your shared bedroom, and prepare for bed. Every emotion is running through you, and you don’t know how to deal with it other than isolating yourself. Either that, or blowing up in his face, which isn’t some you want to do again.
“But what about our cuddles? You promised,” he whines, clearly trying to find a way to stay with you. Shawn’s tall frame blocks the doorway, his eyes locked on you.
“I feel like I’ve gained the right to break that promise the second you broke our trust. Just because I accepted your apology doesn’t mean I don’t still feel hurt,” you inform him. “I’m going to go sleep on the couch.” You try to push past him but he makes you come to a halt. 
“No, please stay here. I fucked up, so I’ll go sleep on the couch. I love you and you didn’t deserve any of this, I’m sorry. I’ll see you in the morning.”
Shawn gives you a light kiss on the forehead just before he leaves you alone for the night.
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crowdedimagines · 5 years
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Stargazing - David Dobrik
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word count: 1862 summary// david always flirty, but y/n isn’t interested in him that way… at least at first. this leads to a first date spent stargazing
“C’mon, I’m a catch!” David insists, a smug grin on his face.
I roll my eyes while the rest of the group just laughs. This has been a common occurance the last few months. Once David got over Liza and I was introduced to the group though Natalie, he’s always attempted to score. It’s more of a joke for the vlog than anything serious.
“Yeah, Y/n! Give him a chance.” Natalie barely manages to get through her sentence without laughing. Zane and Heath join her in laughing too, David can be a child and they know it.
“Fine, David, you’re taking me out tomorrow night.” I say, finally making a decision.
“Wait, what?” His grin is wiped of his face and he gets a blush covering his cheeks. I smirk, the tables have flipped and now he’s the uncomfortable one.
“You heard me.”
The group oos, it feels like high school.
“You’re serious?” His camera is limp in his hand, he’s not focused on filming this second.
“Deadly. You’ll be picking me up.” I get up and leave for dramatic effect, I can tell the rest of the friend group is freaking out right now. I get to go home and sleep peacefully, tomorrow I get to film a video for my channel and then we’ll see what David has planned for the night. I’m giving him this opportunity so he can finally drop it.
Natalie texts me consistantly about David panicking. He doesn’t know what to plan, he doesn’t want to mess anything up.
I get up the next day and film the video. David texts me telling me that I should wear comfortable clothes and that he’ll be there at five thirty. I get ready and wear a simple outfit of ripped jeans and a top that I like.
David knocks at my door softly, which is weird. Usually, he’s pounding to get in. I swing my door open and am surprised again, he doesn’t have his camera in hand.
“Hey.” I smile.
“Hi.” He clears his throat, obviously nervous. “Are you ready to go?”
“Yeah.” We walk out and I lock my door behind me.
“So what do you have planned?” I ask, we’ve been in the car for a few minutes. We aren’t taking a route that leads back to his house so I don’t really know where we’re going.
“It’s a surprise.” He grins.
“Oh, no. A David surprise is either amazing or awful.” I put my face in my hands joking. I know that I can completely trust David.
“Hey, it’s a good one.” He gains a sudden confidence and places a comforting hand on my thigh, “At least I think it is.”
He notices me staring at the hand and loosens his grip, but doesn’t take his hand away. I don’t know why, but I don’t want him to remove it. I’ve tried to never look at David as anything other than a friend. Now that we’re actually on a date that might be changing.
“Sorry, too much?” He keeps his glance continually flicking between his hand, the road, and my face.
“No, you’re fine David.” I laugh a little, keeping things light.
David tells me that we’re stopping for some food in the car, and that it’s not the surprise. He also tells me that if he had had more notice he would have planned a better meal. I don’t complain about the food we pick up and eat in the car, it’s honestly better than anything either of us would have been able to make.
We drive for a while, we aren’t in the city of Los Angeles anymore. We definitely are outside the city limits. The whole time we fill the silence with either talking or singing.
“Hey, where are you taking me?” I ask suddenly realizing just how much time we’ve spent in the car.
“I told you, it’s a surprise.” He rolls his eyes, proud grin remaining on his face.
“I know, but we’ve been in the car for ages.” I exaggerate a complaint.
He laughs before replying saying that we’re getting close. He wasn’t lying, because it’s only a few more minutes before he pulls the car off to the side of the road and parks.
“Is this the part where you kill me in the middle of nowhere?”
David lets out a loud laugh and shakes his head before getting out of the car.
I follow action and get out of his car. Immediately I wrap my arms around myself. It’s cold at night and I’m not exactly dressed for anything outside.
“Here.”
David hands me a stack of a few blankets from his trunk while he digs through it some more. He comes back up with a flashlight and his camera.
“Follow me.” He has a proud smirk. I have to admit it’s nice to see him putting so much effort into this. I wasn’t even sure that he was serious about us, he’s proven that thought wrong tonight.
David stops walking once we get to this little clearing and he turns around. He takes one of the blankets from my arms and throws it down on the ground. He sits down, his camera sitting lazily on the ground filming in our general direction.
“You gonna sit?” He bites his bottom lip.
I smile and sit down right next to him. The edges of our legs touching. It’s such a small thing, but it feels like a lot. It’s more than either of us are used to with each other.
“I was struggling to think of a date that would be worthy of you and impress you.” David starts to explain, “I was begging Natalie for help, but she made me figure it out for myself. We already know each other well so I didn’t want to have a basic dinner. So I came to the conclusion that something that would stick with you is something I don’t think you’ve ever done on a date before. Have you ever been stargazing on a date before?”
I shake my head no. I don’t know why I feel a little nervous all of the sudden. Maybe it’s because this is a real date, in my head it was going to just be vlog content. I didn’t think real emotions would be connected. I’ve never let him in before, I didn’t want to be his rebound girl.
“Thank god.” He sighs in relief.
I spread out the remaining blanket that I had for both of us to use. He scoots closer and places an arm around my shoulders and pulls me in close to him.
“Smooth move.” I tease, I can’t hold back my laugh this time.
“I know. I’m being very impressive right now, right?” He plays along acting completely confident when I know that I could make him melt in my hands if I wanted to.
“Definitely.” I smile smugly.
We both lay back, I decide to make a move so we’re even closer. My head is resting on his chest. I may also be using him for body heat at this point.
“This is nice.” I comment after a long comfortable silence.
I whisper because it’s so quiet out here. I feel as if my voice could easily disrupt everything.
“I agree. This is why we had to leave the city. Where else would you get a sky this clear?” David’s hand is resting on my back, holding my close and tracing small patterns.
“I have to say David, this is a pretty spectacular date.” I peek my head up so I can actually look at him.
“Good. I can’t even tell you how nervous I was.”
“Was?” I decide I want to tease him some more. After all, he’s been teasing me for months, “I can feel your heart beating right now, David. It’s pounding.”
His face reddens while my smirk grows knowing that I am the one making him so nervous.
“I’m not still nervous for the date.”
“Than what are you nervous for right now?” “I’m nervous because the girl of my dreams is practically on top of me right now.”
My jaw drops. The girl of his dreams? I thought I was just a rebound, his current interest that would fade.
“The girl of your dreams?” I hint for him to further explain.
“Yeah, of course you are. You’re the perfect girl. Perfect with all of your imperfections. You are kind to everyone around you yet you can still crack jokes with people. You are a youtube personality, but you don’t let it ever get to your head. You and I have a connection, don’t deny it.”
“Who said I’m denying it?” I ask, leaning my face a little closer.
“What?” He gulps. No matter how big David’s name gets, he is always going to be the boy nervous at first with the girl.
I don’t give David another second to panic because I connect our lips. His lips are cold only for a second, but then they’re inviting and warm. We kiss for a few seconds before I pull away. I push a strand of hair behind my ear that had been tickling David’s face.
“Holy shit.” David whispers, making both of us laugh loudly.
I slide down off of his chest and lay back down on my side. We both focus on the sky again.
“Hey! Shooting star.” I reach out and point to the star that quickly flies by the sky. “Make a wish.”
“I don’t need to make a wish, I have everything I need.” David presses a kiss to the top of my head.
“God, that was the cheesiest thing I’ve ever heard.”
“Shut up.”
We stay out there together until we can’t take the cold any longer, which ends up being longer than either of us thought. We spent the time either talking about anything and everything or just looking at the sky while one of us plays with the other’s hands.
“Thank you, David, for an amazing date.”
David is dropping me off at the door, like a true gentleman.
“Of course, I had so much fun.” A sly smile graces his face. “I hope there’s a second date.”
“There will definitely be a second date.” I agree.
“Wow, I did that good?”
“Yeah, you did really good, Dobrik.”
David leans forward and I think he’s going to kiss me. He lets the tension build as his breath is warm on my cheek. I bite my lip lightly, completely drawing his attention to them. He doesn’t let another second pass, his lips attack mine.
This kiss is different from our first. Our first was light and easy to break the ice, now we are just so hungry for each other’s touch. Months of avoiding each other has finally hit it’s breaking point. After awhile we do have to pull apart. David’s lips are red and swollen and I know that mine mirror his.
“Wanna come inside?”
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gyllenbaabe · 5 years
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✧・゚: *prompt list*:・゚✧
F L U F F:
“Stay here tonight.” “You make every day worth living.” “I’ll keep you warm.” “I won’t let anyone hurt you, you’re safe with me.” “You look amazing tonight.” “I can’t sleep, can I stay here?” “It’s late.  Shouldn’t you be asleep?” “How are you feeling today?” “What’s cookin’ good lookin’?” “Wanna go grab a drink?” “Here, let me help you.” “Kiss me.” “Don’t cry.” “You make me feel safe.” “You’ve shown me what love can feel like.” “Thank you, for everything.” “I wasn’t lying when I said that I loved you.” “Don’t be afraid.” “You’re always on my mind.” “You have no idea how much I want you right now.” “You’ve always felt like home.” “I can’t imagine this world without you.” “Dance with me.” “Why are you crying?” “Who hurt you?” “You make me feel alive.” “I wouldn’t change a thing about you.” “Who cares about what they think?” “Tell me what’s wrong.” “You’ve always got me.” “I’ve waited for this moment for a long time.” “Is this okay?” “You look like you could use a hug.” “Did you need something?” “We’re meant for each other.” “You’re worth it.” “I don’t care what anyone else thinks.” “Do you have a ride home?” “You need sleep.” “We’re meant for each other.” “You’re worth it.” “I don’t care what anyone else thinks.” “Don’t be scared, I’m right here.” “You’re so adorable.” “I’m better, now that you’re here.” “I could never forget you.” “Don’t be scared, I’m right here.” “You’re so adorable.” “Come cuddle.” “Can’t you stay a little longer?” “I fell in love with you, not them.” “You’re the only one I wanna wake up next to.” “I just want this. I want you.” “Don’t you dare throw that snowba-, goddammit!” “Kiss me.” “We’re in the middle of a thunderstorm and you wanna stop and feel the rain?” “I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice.” “Have I entered an alternate universe or did you really just crack a smile for me?” “You did all this for me?” “I wish I could hate you.” “Stop acting like you owe me anything.” “Take my jacket.” “I think you’ll have to make it up to me.” “You braided his hair?” “You’re so cute when you’re upset.” “The power when out. It’s not the end of the world.” “I might be slightly drunk…” “If my day gets any worse I’m asking hell if they’re having an exchange program.” "If I survive, can I go home?” “Stop tickling me before I rip your fingers off.” “If you kill them you’ll have to kill me too because otherwise, I’m going to kill you.” “I missed being with you like this,” “I’ve been excited to see you all day.” “You’re my perfect match,” “No one else can compare to your loveliness,” “I’ll keep you warm. Hold me closer.” “Kiss me again, like you mean it.” “Can I have a massage?” “Move away if you don’t want this kiss.” “Are you my secret admirer, the one that’s been sending me all the flowers and notes?” "You’re supposed to be washing my hair, but this feels more like a massage.” “Hold my hand tight. I’ll protect you.” “Apparently all our friends have a bet going that we end up together. “I’ll never let anyone hurt you, you understand?” “You really think I’m beautiful?” “Are you jealous? That’s cute.” “There’s only a handful of people in this world that I actually like. You may or may not be one of them.” “So–uh, I’m not really good at this, but … I think I like you … like you.” “You seriously need to stop watching sad dog commercials at 3am. You’re an absolute mess; this is ridiculous!” “Hey–don’t you sass me! That’s my job around here!” “If you don’t get away from me with that horrid little creature, I will throat punch you.” “You really have to question me? … So what if I lied? That was one time!” “Oh, God. We broke it–dude, he’s gonna be so pissed! This is all your fault–it was your idea!” “… Is that my underwear?” “I overall hate the human race, but you aren’t too horrible; bearable, at least.” “I didn’t mean to scare you–I thought you’d like being surprised!” “You’re cute, I’ll give you that. But not cute enough to get away with that.” “Look–I hate to tell you, but you deserve the truth… . Your cooking almost killed me last night.” “This is the part where you ask me out and I say yes.” “Really? You made me drive all the way back here just to kill a fucking bug?” “We should get matching tattoos–wouldn’t that be cute?” “Oh, God. We’re one of those couples, aren’t we? Ugh–I hate us!” “I got you something! I remember you mentioning it before … I hope you like it.” “Shut up and kiss me, you idiot.” “I get that you were trying to be romantic, but you nearly burned the house down!” “I may be short, but you could at least try to make kissing you easier!” “I’ve never felt safer than I do in your arms.” “We may be soulmates, but that does not mean you can just waltz in here like you own the place! I could have been naked, or something!” “Oh–this is far from over. I’m going to prank you back so hard you won’t even know what hit you!” “Here–can you put sunscreen on my back for me? Don’t be weird about it!” “I need you. Please, stay.” “Promise me you’ll never leave me. I don’t care if you have to lie.” “Dance with me! C’mon, it’ll be fun!” “Here–let me show you how to hold that thing before you hurt yourself… Like this, see? It’s easy.” “I may love you, but I will kick your ass if you tempt me to.” “Why are you always right? It’s not fair.” “I have no idea what you just said, but I could listen to you all day.” “What? Sorry–I didn’t hear you. I was too busy getting lost in your eyes… Ow! What?! I was just trying to seduce you!” “You know you don’t have to try so hard with me, right?” “Relax–it’s just me! Not an axe murderer, I promise!” “Did you seriously just climb through my window?” “So, I tried making dinner … keyword there is tried. Let’s just say it didn’t end well, so we’re having takeout tonight.” “Yep–no, you’re never touching the laundry again. You ruined my favourite sweater and nearly flooded the house. Never again.” “Hey–I accidentally cut my hand, I think I need to go to the hospital. Can you drive me? … Why are you looking at me like that? There’s not even that much blood!” “I have something to show you; I think you’ll like it.” “I love you. Never forget that, okay?” “You’re so beautiful words can’t even do you justice.” “I want to spend the rest of my life with you, no matter how short or long that is.” “Hey–I’m perfectly average height for my age, thank you very much. You’re the one who’s freakishly tall!” “I’ll catch you–trust me! … So I dropped you one time–we don’t have the time to argue about this!” “I won’t forget just how big of a douche you were, but I may just be able to find it within myself to forgive you.” “Quit stealing all the pillows!” “You want a bite?” “Give me a second and I’ll show you.” “You’ll play this game with me, won’t you?” “What should we name him/her?” “Have you ever played in the rain?” “Is it hot in here or is that just you?” “Why are your feet so cold?” “Ride the Ferris wheel with me?” “There’s room for two/three!” “Stop that, I’m ticklish!” “Put your finger here while I go get the tape.” “Here’s my number!” “You want chocolate or vanilla?” “Your hands are so warm! “Are you sure you’re not tired? Because you’ve been running through my mind all day.” “You’re sweeter than candy.” “You smell really nice.” “Your hair’s so soft…” “You’re my new pillow.” “Can I rub your back?” “If nothing lasts forever, will you be my nothing?” “I think I love you.” “Can I kiss you?” “Hold my hand.” “It’s not morning yet.” “Stay for a little longer…” “Of course I’m happy! How far along are you?” “You’re so beautiful.” “I’ll always be here for you.” “You are my love.” “You were right here all along.” “Do you want my coat? It’s really cold out here.” “You don’t need keys to drive me crazy.” “Do you want to get dinner sometime?” “Call me whenever… no really.” “You’ve got flour on your cheek.” “Sorry… your hair was in your face… thought I should move it so I could see you better.” “You don’t have to leave so soon.” “You could put your feet in my lap, you know.” “I wouldn’t change a thing about you.” “Shut up and kiss me.” “We’re pregnant!” “Are you science? Because I’ve got my ion you.” “We could try cuddling.” “Stop being so cute.” “Are you okay?” “Our relationship is the most important thing in my life.” “You can sleep, I’ll keep you safe.” “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of everything.” “Do you really need all that candy?” “Exactly how drunk was I?” “Stop being so cute.” “It was a joke, baby. I swear.” “What a nerd.” “Are you ok?” “Can we get a dog?” “Are you kidding me?” “Good morning, sunshine.” “I can’t reach it.” “Dumbass.” “Come cuddle.” “Oh. My. God.” “Stop it! It tickles!” “Stay. Please.” “Why are you even awake right now?” “Is that my shirt you’re wearing?” “How strangely nonchalant for someone who almost just died a minute ago.” “No way.” “You’re such a weakling.” “Just let it all out.” “I’m here, baby.” “I missed you. So much.” “Don’t worry.” “Hey hey hey, look at me.” “Don’t say that.” “You’re so pretty.” “Honestly, you’re the cheesiest person alive.” “Stop staring at me!” “Will you please inform me on why we’re going in here?” “How is this so expensive? For barely any clothing?” “I’m seriously not that drunk.”
A N G S T:
“I love you, please don’t go.” “Please don’t walk out of that door.” “I thought things were going great.” “Don’t you love me?” “I’m never letting you go.” “You meant too much to me.” “I won’t let you.” “How could you ask me that?” “Don’t you trust me?” “Shouldn’t you be with him/her?” “I’ve got you.” “We’ll figure this out.” “This isn’t goodbye.” “What the hell were you thinking?!” “I care about you.” “You could have warned me!” “That was unexpected.” “You haven’t lost me.” “Why are you doing this?” “Please don’t do this.” “All I wanted was for you to be happy.” “I can’t do this on my own.” “Trust me.” “Nothing is wrong with you.” “Let’s go.” “I’m not going anywhere.” “I am home.” “I love you, please don’t go.” “Please don’t walk out of that door.” “I thought things were going great.” “Don’t you love me?” “I’m never letting you go.” “You meant too much to me.” “I won’t let you.” “How could you ask me that?” “Don’t you trust me?” “Shouldn’t you be with him/her?” “I’ve got you.” “We’ll figure this out.” “This isn’t goodbye.” “What the hell were you thinking?!” “I care about you.” “You could have warned me!” “That was unexpected.” “You haven’t lost me.” “Why are you doing this?” “Please don’t do this.” “All I wanted was for you to be happy.” “I can’t do this on my own.” “Trust me.” “Nothing is wrong with you.” “Let’s go.” “I’m not going anywhere.” “I am home. “What happened back there?” “That’s not gonna happen.” “Why me?” “I’m right where I belong.” “Fine.” “What do you want me to say?” “After everything we’ve been through, you still don’t think that I love you?” “You’ve been drinking tonight, haven’t you?” “Excuse me?” “What are you doing?” “What did you expect?” “You’re not alone.” “I’ve always been honest with you.” “Going somewhere?” “Don’t lie to me.” “Forget it.” “That’s in the past.” “I won’t lose you too.” “It’s not that easy.” “I’ve had enough.” “It wasn’t supposed to happen like this.” “Let me go.” “It’s not goodbye. It’s see you later.” “Don’t look at me like that.” You’re the one that left. You turned your back and walked away.” “You need to wake up because I can’t do this without you.” “I waited and waited, but you never came back.” “Were you ever going to tell me?” “You know we’re supposed to be together. I’ve known since the first time I saw you and you know it too.” “Do I get bonus points if I act like I care?” “If you kill them you’ll have to kill me too because otherwise, I’m going to kill you.” “I think we should break up.” “You aren’t who I thought you were.” “I don’t even know who you are anymore!” “Why can’t you look at me?” “What’s wrong?” “You want to be with him/her/them, don’t you?” “You promised you’d change!” “Am I not enough for you?” “What is so wrong with me?” “I’m sick of trying.” “I don’t want to be just friends.” “I can’t trust you anymore.” “I can’t even look at you.” “Your problem isn’t me, your problem is _______” “I’m always wrong, aren’t I?” “You said this time it’d be different.” “Please give me a chance.” “I’m pregnant.” “I wish I’d never laid eyes on you.” “I don’t love you anymore.” “We can’t keep this up forever.” “You make me feel so small.” “Don’t leave me like this!” “Don’t ever call me again.” “Talk to me, please.” “Don’t push me away.” “This is your son/daughter.” “I think I need a break from you.” “I’m sorry.” “I can’t promise you anything.” “It’s better this way.” “The baby… it’s yours.” “After all this time, and you still can’t look me in the eye?” “I can only blame myself.” “I was only pretending.” “It wasn’t your fault.” “This is all because of you!” “I don’t feel the same way.” “Just go!” “Please stay.” “What aren’t you telling me?” “It’s okay, you didn’t know.” “Don’t tell me to keep calm!” “I’m keeping the baby, with or without you.” “I need to be alone.” “Stop calling me.” “I can’t remember why I ever loved you.” “Don’t apologize; I know you don’t mean it.” “I can’t believe what you’ve done.” “I don’t need you, I’m fine on my own.” “For how many hours did you sleep last night?” “I’m sorry.” “It’s all your fault!” “Get out of my sight!” “God, you’re so annoying.” “I hate you.” “Apparently, in your eyes, I’m always wrong!” “Just listen to me!” “Please.” “What the fuck were you thinking?” “Cut the bullshit.” “Why are you here?” “I miss you.” “Would you for once! Stop being a bitch!” “I don’t care!” “Don’t fucking touch me.” “We can’t keep doing this. I can’t keep doing this.” “And I thought there was a spark between us.” “Leave.” “I was wrong.” “Are you ok?” “Are you going to talk to me?” “Wanna talk?”
S M U T:
“I love it when you moan my name.” “You got started without me.” “Just a little harder…” “Gimme a taste…” “Let me give you a reason to stay in bed.” “Grab the headboard for me, will ya?” “No panties?” “I want you now.” “Use your tongue.” “Please don’t stop.” “Do you like that?” “Let’s put that mouth to good use…” “Let me help you forget that jerk…” “You can get louder, can’t you?” “Look what you do to me.” “I want to taste you.” “That feels so good.” “Don’t cum yet…” “Take off your clothes.” “I could use a hand…” “Take off your clothes. Slowly.” “Can you feel what you’re doing to me?” “Shhhh…” “You sound as if you like my teasing?” “Watch me until I say you can join in…” “There’s only one rule. You can’t use your hands.” “Look deep into my eyes, sweetheart.” “I want you to leave marks.” “I want to watch you fall apart.” “I dreamed of you all night.” “Face down on the bed. Now.” “Don’t apologize about your morning wood.” “Fuck me like you mean it.” “Spank me.” “Take me now.” “Tell me how you like it.” “I just want to please you.” “Tell me I’m a good boy/girl/lover.” “Let me watch you touch yourself.” “Each of my thoughts about you are improper.” “Use your teeth.” “I love it when you kiss my neck.” “Don’t be gentle.” “I’ve never wanted anyone this badly before.” “You’re not going out dressed like that.” “Make me.” “All mine.” “Please make it rough.” “I love it when you talk dirty.” “I’ll let you do anything if you’ll just touch me now.” “You’re so fucking hot when you’re mad.” “Strip.” “You’ve been so bad, haven’t you, baby?” “Make me.” “Hurry up!” “Don’t leave any marks.” “You look so hot I could fuck you senseless right now.” “Behave.” “Such a good girl.” “Don’t stop.” “You aren’t too bad yourself, baby.” “That feel good, princess?” “Be patient for me.” “Do you think you deserve my dick tonight?” “Wider, baby. I said wider.” “Fuck, baby you’re so tight” “So good, baby, so sweet.” “P-please s-s-stop.” “I can’t hear you.” “Don’t make a sound.” “I dare you.” “Stay still for me, princess.” “Tell me what you want.” “Swallow.” “On your knees.” “So fucking pretty.” “You’re such a hoe. Such a slut for me.” “Mine. Only mine.” “You can’t cum until I say so.” “Cum for me, baby.” “You taste so sweet, honey.” “Choke me.” “You’re drooling. You really don’t deserve it though, do you?” “I’m going to remind you exactly who you belong to.” “Try to stay quiet for me. Can you do that?” “Spread your legs. I want to feel how turned on I made you.” “You can add another finger. I’m ready,” “I want to watch you take off your clothes.” “You’re so turned on already? That was fast,” “Lay back and touch yourself. I want to watch.” “You want to do this right now? Even though we could get caught?” “You’re nipples are so sensitive today,” “Do you want to continue this in the shower?” “You look so beautiful tied up to my bed,” “I want you to be rough with me, please leave marks on my skin,” “Say my name,” “Louder,” “You say you want me, but your body seems to like it when I tease you,” “Call me ‘Sir’ when we’re alone like this,” “No, I’m the one that’s supposed to be making you feel good,” “Don’t stop, whatever you do. I like that, a lot.” “I love hearing you moan,” “Blindfolds heighten your senses, maybe that’s why you’re whimpering louder than usual.” “I was wondering how long you two were going to make out like that before you realise you weren’t alone.” “Sorry, did that hurt?” “No, I’m just a little sore from last night.” “I want to hear you beg for it.” “I’m not wearing any panties,” “I want to kiss every inch of your body before I fuck you,” “I don’t have the patience to remove your clothes right now,” “Your pussy tastes so sweet,” “I can’t wait until we’re alone. There are so many things I want to do to you right now.” “Bite me,” “Where?” “Were you just touching yourself?” “The game is, either of us is only allowed to touch the other with their mouth.” “I love how your body loses control when you cum.” “Fuck me like a starved animal or leave.” “Show me how you like to be touched.” “Harder, Deeper…” “I want to fulfill that fantasy you’ve always wanted.” “The way you smile like that always turns me on,” “Can I at least shut the door before you decide to pounce on me the moment I come home,” “I know you said you didn’t want to be late, but you look amazing, and I’m trying not to kiss you senseless right now,”
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shadesofgreysmythes · 4 years
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THE OTHER SHOE DROPS ➝  BLAYSON
TAGGING ➝ Greyson Smythe & Blake Rutherford
LOCATION ➝ Greyson’s house/Blake’s apartment
TIME FRAME ➝ Thursday, February 27th
WARNINGS ➝ Mentions of abuse, rape, and drugs.
NOTES ➝ After Greyson apologizes with a dinner date and Blake stays the night, they get Blake a dog at the shelter only to return to Blake’s apartment to find a note left behind by her abusive ex. Greyson gets her out of there then out of the state.
Last night was probably something out of a movie, after being surprised with a legitimate date and given a dress. Greyson had cooked for the both of them, it was such a sweet notion that Blake wasn’t expecting from him at all. She tried not to let herself get too caught up into it. But of course Greyson was charming and Blake could feel herself falling for him. She stayed the night, and there’s wasn’t anything that seemed out of wack for her. It almost seemed like they were finally getting somewhere. As she woke up the next morning, Blake looked up at the ceiling, sun peaking in slightly. It felt like she was dreaming how wonderful last night was. She turned over to see Greyson still sleeping, it was probably the most peaceful she’d ever see him. Quietly taking out her phone, she snapped a picture before making her way to his kitchen. Making herself a cup of coffee, Blake sat on the couch before Grey’s dog Jersey came and sat next to her. He laid his head in her lap, demanding attention from her. Blake spent the next twenty minutes completely taking under Jersey’s spell, kissing his face and rubbing his ears.
Greyson never would've guessed trying to be romantic would be so exhausting. The set up, the cooking, the in home date itself. It was the most work he'd ever put into something resembling a relationship. Or whatever they were doing. But he was knee deep in his apology tour and there was no backing out now. For his sake at least Blake allowed him to sleep in. It was a little disorienting falling asleep with someone and waking up to an empty bed and he quickly found he'd much prefer to wake up with Blake still in it. Which was new development he was coming to terms with. Pulling on a pair of joggers he followed the smell of coffee drifting from the kitchen, still rubbing the sleep from his eyes as he rounded the corner. Grey snorted at the sight of Jersey lavishing under Blake's attention. He fully understood. "Someone's comfortable," he mumbled. After pouring himself a cup he joined them on the couch, patting Jersey's belly who didn't give Greyson a second glance, too preoccupied with Blake instead. "Sorry, should I go back to bed and leave you two alone?"
"Hey pretty boy," Blake smiled as he joined them on the couch. She snorted and shook her head, "I have room for the both of you, not sure he agrees though." Blake nodded to Jersey who looked content as ever with Blake fawning over him. She giggled and rubbed his belly, watching one of his hind legs start to go, kicking Greyson in the process. "How'd you sleep?" She asked taking the final sip of her coffee. Blake sat there with Jersey and Greyson, her mind wandered to what it would be like if she woke up in his bed every morning. If all their days off could be filled with time with Jersey and coffee. It was amazing just weeks ago they could barely stand to be alone if they weren't working, and now Blake found herself wanting to be near him as much as possible. "I want a dog." She blurted out, she was entirely sure why,  but it was true nonetheless.
Greyson rolled his eyes at the nickname but a small smile broke through nonetheless. He hummed and sipped his coffee, squinting his eyes at Blake over the rim of the mug. "Sure, blame the dog. Likely story." He used the palm of his hand to defend his leg from Jersey's kicking which Blake seemed to be having fun egging on. "Funny enough a lot like this," he teased. "You?" All things considered, maybe waking up to a house that consisted of more than just him and his two animals wasn't the worst thing to happen. It was kind of nice. Even more so that it happened to be to Blake who'd someone very quickly made herself a space in his life and slotted right into it. Grey's eyes raised in surprise at her outburst, drawn from his thoughts. A smile immediately started to spread. "Yeah? Today? Right now? 'Cause we can go down and I can get you in with the best tour guide."
It was honestly bullshit how much Blake adored Greyson's smile, she wasn't sure at what point she'd admit that, verbally. But whatever. "If you want my attention, take it don't be a pussy." Blake teased raising her eyebrow slightly. She rolled her eyes, "Whatever. You hogged the blankets. But it was nice." Nicer than she expected and safe. It was too early to bring trauma into it but often times she felt like she was being watched. At least with Greyson anxiety wasn't keeping her up half the night. His excitement made her stomach do summersaults, and Blake knew it was all downhill from here. "I mean, let me shower and look like I didn't just crawl out of the fuckin' gutter. But yeah.. Today. I think I need a little buddy with me at home." It would help with the anxiety, the onset loneliness, but Greyson didn't need to know all of that. "Hm, is that so? What they like?"
Greyson smirked and looked at the floor, licking his lips as he set his mug down on the coffee table. "Alright," he muttered, and in one quick motion was on his foot and scooped Blake up, scooting her over a few feet and putting himself physically between her and Jersey who huffed his protest but didn't do much otherwise. "That's bullshit, I don't hog the blankets. Your snoring sounds like a fuckin' woodchipper. It wasn't terrible I guess." In fact it was warm and Greyson had found himself keeping constant contact with Blake one way or another through the night. He did his best to keep how hype he was to surface level but it was hard when two parts of his life were coming together like this. He liked Blake, that much he had figured out, and he loved dogs and was incredibly proud of the shelter he helped build. The excitement was natural. "I wouldn't say the gutter. An alleyway, maybe. Hell yeah. This is gonna be great." Greyson shrugged one shoulder, moving his head side to side in faux thought for a moment. "Just your type, I think.”
Blake, who was unable to stop herself from giggling, let Greyson move her. She tilted her head to the side nodding as if she really gave a shit. “And yet you didn’t wake me up once so I don’t think it was that bad” She teased. Blake reached out and touched Greyson’s arm, thinking back to their previous night, again. Laying next to someone and not having to leave was calming in a way that made Blake’s heart flutter in a way that almost scared her. Her eyebrows shot up and she inches closer to Greyson, hoisting her leg over and sitting on his lap. “What type is that?” She asked with her hands on his neck rubbing circles into his skin. It was as if there were alarms going off in her head telling her to abort. Every time she looked at him her body would turn numb, she could hear her own heartbeat in her ears and feel it against her rib cage.
That giggle sent a shot of warmth through Greyson’s chest and around his ribs, wrapping him in it. It was already comfortable and familiar in a way that set off alarms he’d been doing his best to quiet down. He simply rolled his eyes at her and conceded because she was unfortunately right. Greyson wrapped an arm around Blake’s waist as she moved, his motions already syncing with hers from the time they’d been spending together. He closed his eyes and hummed, leaning into her touch and huffed a laugh through his nose before saying, “The stuck up, halfwitted, scruffy looking nerf herder,” through a smile. It was easily the nerdiest, cheesiest thing he’d ever said out loud to another person before and if it was anyone else he would’ve never considered it at all. It seemed Blake was having that effect on him. He cracked his eyes open and met hers before nudging Blake with his knee. “Alright, c’mon, get moving. We got a homeless dog to pick up.”
Recognizing the quote Blake rolled her eyes and snorted, hitting Greyson’s shoulder with her hand. “You fuckin’ nerd.” She’d be lying if she said she wasn’t charmed or that Han and Leia’s bickering didn’t remind her of themselves. Blake groaned, to make a show of it of course. “Ugh, fine.” It didn’t take them long to get ready, Blake was practically bouncing on her toes with excitement. She was pretty thrilled at the thought of going back to her place with a dog of her own. She tossed her keys to Greyson with a wink. “Take me away pretty boy.”
Greyson snorted as he caught the keys and it dawned on him that Blake was yet to experience his driving first hand. “You’re in for a ride.” was all he said before they left for the shelter. He took as many backroads as he could manage to avoid the majority of LA traffic and despite the fact that he had just enough awareness of stop signs and red lights for a couple near misses, they made it just fine. He parked in the back and took her through the employee entrance into a long empty hall with doors at the end to avoid any madness of the lobby. “It’s gonna get loud once we head in there so gimme an idea of what you’re lookin’ for. I know everyone pretty well. Old, young, chill, maniac?”
Blake might have made a mistake giving Greyson the keys. While they took backroads which she appreciated there was so many near misses Blake thought she was going to have a fit. Despite all that they arrived in one peace, following Greyson, Blake thought over his question.  “Huh,” She started, tilting her head to the side. “Doesn’t need to be super young, still a little bit of entertainment, protective..” Her voice trailed off. “I’m also not too picky, I think I’ll know when I meet the one.”
Grey nodded, a small smile pulling at the corner of his lips. Dogs were his number one weak spot and slowly but surely moving up in those ranks was Blake. Those two pieces of his life colliding? Well. Needless to say, this was going to be a time. He wordlessly linked his fingers with hers and guided her to the end of the hall, through a door and into the main kennel area. Immediately a couple dogs sounded off, their excited barking getting others excited. It instantly set a smile on his face and out of habit he reached his free hand out to rub a dogs nose through the bars in the kennel closest to them. “After you,” he gestured down the lane.
As he waned, the level in noise immediately spiked, Blake flinched naturally but was going to force herself to think past it. Walking down the lane Blake was already seeing various dogs wagging their tails and coming towards the gate. Blake made sure to read about each and every one of them, she wanted to know their name and other facts that the shelter provided. She even went as far as to kneel near every dog let them smell her before she looked to Greyson for approval to pet them. Blake always wanted a dog, but was never allowed as a child, and she told herself she was going to get one when she could afford it -- And now she could. While all the dogs were cute and excited and Blake felt them tug at each of her heart strings she didn't feel any sort of connection to them. She was almost discouraged until she came up to one of the last dogs. He was a pitbull mix, with a large blocky head. He had three legs and he wagged his tail the minute Blake walked up to him. His given name was Arnold, which was terrible -- Not that it mattered she'd rename him. He was white and was drooling all over himself, Blake couldn't help but giggle. She kneeled by the gate and waited for him to show her he wanted Blake to pet him. She reached as far as she could, fawning over him. She looked up at Greyson with a wide smile. "I want him." She said as loud as she could over the barking of the other dogs.
Greyson watched with what were probably tiny hearts for pupils as Blake spent time with each dog she passed. Usually people were looking for some of criteria: calm, young, quiet, what have you. But Blake seemed content to know the dogs themselves and not just what info they could provide at a glance. He felt a warmth coat his insides. When she finally voiced her pick, Grey raised an eyebrow. She would always find ways to surprise him that’s for sure. Nonetheless he nodded once, pulled a leash from his pocket, and skillfully opened the kennel and looped it around Arnold’s head who immediately started doing circles around their feet. “C’mon. It’s a lot quieter outside,” he managed to get out over the noise and led Blake by the hand to the opposite side of the room, out a door and into a fenced in area of grass. Once the door shut behind them, he unleashed Arnold and kneeled down, patting him as he passed by and ran around. “He came in pretty banged up. Stray, got hit by a car and had been dragging around a busted up leg for a week. Everyone in the neighborhood was too scared of him til this old guy called animal control. They were gonna put him down but we pulled him in time.” Grey smiled as the dog bounced over and was stuck in Arnold’s almond shaped eyes as he rubbed his ears. “It’s been about four weeks since and he’s perfect.” He turned to Blake, that warm gentle smile still on his face. “You for sure want him?”
Blake tried her best not to be overly exited, but Arnold’s own excitement was adding to her own. Greyson lead them outside, unleashing the pup and let him run around. Blake instantly kneeled and held out her hand when he came running back around. Sitting fully in the grass she listened as Greyson told her the story Blake felt her chest tighten. “That’s so sad.” There was still drool all over him, while Blake was looking at Greyson, Arnold came barreling toward her almost knocked her over. She giggled before rubbing his ears, holding his large head between her hands. “He’s friendly,” he stayed before a moment before leaving to go run in circles again. It wasn’t long before he was just sitting in the grass basking in the sun. “Can I take him home today?” She asked looking at Greyson with a hopeful look on her face.
Greyson shrugged one shoulder and nodded. “It is but he’s here and happy and healthy despite all the bullshit.” It’s part of why he was so drawn to bully breeds in the first place. Their bad rap and resilience. He could relate. Greyson felt an odd sensation run through his stomach. Like when you go over a hill too fast and catch a little air or right before a rollercoaster takes off. Oh. Right. Butterflies. That was new. “Yeah,” he said, his voice soft. He cleared his throat and tried again. “Yeah. Of course. Hang on.” Greyson ran inside for few moments and came back with a clipboard and pen. “Perks of your not-boyfriend boyfriend owning the place, you can do your paperwork outside,” he said with a grin as he sat down next to her and passed the clipboard. “Soon as all that’s done he’s yours. All his shots are up to date and shit. Lemme know if you got any questions.”
Blake was pretty sure her cheeks were hurting from how much she was smiling, but her smile only grew when Greyson came back with a clipboard and a pen. She took both in her hand as she started filling out all the paper work; checking her phone to make sure she got it call correct. "My not-boyfriend boyfriend is pretty fuckin' rad for this." She handed them back to him and she turned to Arnold. "You hear that? You're comin' home with me bud!" She was practically on all fours, staring into the face of this beefy looking dog with the widest smile on her face. To some people Blake probably looked crazy, but she didn't care.  "He needs a new name for sure. Arnold does not suit him at all." She stated scratching under his chin. "Any ideas?"
Greyson took the clipboard back, went over everything for posterity, and nodded to himself. "I'm rad in general but go off," he said with an eye roll before disappearing again, coming back with a small folder of info about his shots and microchip. He snapped a couple photos before crouching next to the both of them. Greyson snorted and raised one eyebrow in slight disbelief. "Both of my animals are named after places. That really the kind of advice you want?"
She snorted, thinking about Jersey and LA, they weren't terrible names, they were actually kind of cute. Blake hummed before letting herself fall into deep thought. "Chicago!" Blake said excitedly. She looked at Chicago and cupped his face, bringing hers close to his. "That's your new name. Don't you love it?" She asked before wrapping her arms around his neck and looking at Greyson. Part of her felt like a tiny kid in a candy shop, excited and happy. She couldn't remember the last time she had pure joy like this. "God, I have to get so much shit for him now."
"Huh," Greyson hummed, head tilted to the side as he surveyed the dog. "That actually fits pretty well. Nice." He decided then and there he could sit there all day and watch Blake fawn over this slobbery mess of a dog with three legs and be pretty content with his life. It brought back up that sore bruise of a spot called feelings which they'd yet to poke at again. Not that he was about to do anything to change that. "That you do," he said as he stood. "Let's get him outta here and start on that, huh?" he asked, extending one hand down for Blake and offering her the leash with the other.
Blake took Greyson's hand, standing up and taking Chicago's leash in her other hand. They walked back to her car, guiding Chicago into the backseat, Blake went in after him, making sure he was okay and adjusting to the car ride okay. As they got to the nearest pet store, Blake was grinning ear to ear as she walked Chicago up in down the isles getting essentials. A dog bed, bowls for food and water, food, treats, a spare leash and collar, and toys. Blake turning to ask Greyson every so often his opinion on what would be the best for Chicago. The next stop was Blake's apartment, to find a spot for Chicago's bed and to get me settled in. As She made her way towards the front door, Blake unlocked her door and went inside, everything seemed to be just as she left it the night before. Nothing was out of place, but a note on her counter that she couldn't have written herself. Picking up the piece of paper, Blake felt a chill down her spine as she read the words, written by Teller. She could feel her heart beating against her chest as she turned and handed the note to Greyson.
Greyson couldn't have imagined an easier day if he tried. They were finally getting somewhere, falling into step with each other, going about everyday life things without jumping down each others throats or doing 180s. It was nice. He added his input where warranted, joked and laughed and smiled and knew this dog was getting one of the best homes and lives any dog could ask for which really only reinforced the idea that he was doing something good in the world for once. And then the other shoe apparently had to drop. Greyson was just about to leave to let Blake and Chicago get settled in together when he was handed a note. His eyebrows pushed together deeply as he scanned it once, twice, his grip tightening on the paper, crinkling it where his fingers were curling in. His breathing was surprisingly steady a he glanced around the apartment, on the off chance Teller would've had the sack to stick around. "Get back in the car," he got out, his voice barely hiding the anger he could feel bubbling up. "You can't stay here. Let me know what you need, I'll grab it for you, yeah?"
She could barely make out words, worried that Teller was still there. Worried about her safety, not to mention Chicago and Grey's. It took her a moment before she could nod at Greyson's words, Chicago making noises at her feet. "I just need clothes. I can't take all my clothes. I have so much shit here. I --" Her breathing was starting to shorten, her head getting lightheaded. "I don't understand how he's found me. I did so well." Her brows were pushed together, wondering how long he had been watching her for.
Greyson balled up the letter entirely, shoving it in his back pocket and making his way over to Blake. He placed one hand gently on her cheek, leveling his eyes with hers. "Hey, look at me. This isn't your fault. Right now I need you to go back, lock the car doors and wait for me," he said softly as he pressed the keys into her hand. Greyson pressed a kiss to her forehead and watched until she was safely in the confines of his vehicle before he searched her place. He checked behind every closet and door until he cleared the whole apartment. Satisfied, he packed as many clothes as he could into a bag. They could come back another time or, hell, he'd buy her an entire new closet if that was what she needed. Greyson was quickly back out to the car, knocking on the window to let Blake know he was back. He spent the whole ride back to his place taking a few extra turns here and there, to ensure no one was following them, his hand on Blake's the entire time. It didn't feel like he was truly breathing again until the three of them were in his living room where he immediately turned to her again, his mind racing a mile a minute. "Okay. Are you okay? I'm gonna fucking kill that guy, I swear to fuck. First thing tomorrow I'm changing the lock on your door."
All Blake could do was nod, as much as she wanted to make sure her home was safe, the best thing she could do was to do what she was told. The thought of coming face to face with Teller wasn't the best way to spend in her brain. She hadn't seen him in years, after she got out of rehab she made it almost impossible for him to contact her. But of course with The Flash on air, she knew it was harder for her to stay hidden. Once back in the car, Blake locked the doors instantly, she wans't sure how Chicago was able to tell she was distressed, but ever now and again he'd lick her hand to let her know he was still there. It was kind and helped Blake more than she thought it would. Soon Greyson was back with a bag of clothes, she unlocked the door. While they drove back to his house, Blake spent the whole ride with her hand in his. It was the closest thing she could get to feeling completely safe. When they were inside, sitting on the couch, Blake felt drained, confused, and scared. Her mind was racing more than it had in years. She turned to Greyson and shook her head. "I don't know how this happened. I cut off all contact with him after I got clean. I don't know how he found me. He could come back, he could hurt me, my family, you. I don't know what to do." The fear in her voice was causing her to tremble in fear, the thought that anyone she loved would be hurt because of Teller because of her.
Greyson could practically feel how distraught Blake was in his own chest. Empathy, he figured. That was new too. All he could do was slip behind her on the couch and wrap his arms around her completely, enveloping her in himself as physically as he could to convey that she was safe now. Here. With him. "This isn't on you. He's a fucking psycho." Grey rubbed her upper arms slowly, trying his best to soothe her. He could hear how scared she was and it banged around in his heart. "We'll figure it out. We'll do whatever we need to. A restraining order or what the fuck ever. No one's gonna get hurt, B. You're not alone this time." He rested his chin on her shoulder after leaving a few soft kisses there, trying anything to provide little comforts in an impossible situation.
It was hard for her to not start crying, it was all too much. On top of a really great day Teller just had to find a way to make her life incredibly shitty. "How do you know that? How do you know he doesn't know where my mother is, or my best friend, or us. I should've pushed harder for a restraining order. I should done more and now I can't even stay in my own home." Blake's nose began to burn as tears fell down her cheeks, she buried her face into Greyson's chest, feeling the weight of everything on her shoulders. "I thought I escaped him."
Grey couldn't answer at first. Because she was right. He didn't know. Not for sure. He didn't know Teller's intentions beyond the obvious terror he intended to inflict on Blake. He didn't know the guy at all. But he'd be damned if he let that stop him. "That note was meant for you. He's trying to get to you. Call your family and friends anyway, let them know what's going on. Maybe that'll help. You have to stop blaming yourself for what that piece of shit is doing." Greyson immediately adjusted, making circles on her back with one hand while the other caught tears and rubbed her cheek. It just about broke his heart to see her like this, a pang of familiarity ringing through his chest. "I know. And you did. And you will again."
Blake looked at Greyson, part of her felt a pang is embarrassment and shame, it took everything in her not to pull away and shield herself. “Okay,” Blake said finally, she sighed and nodded her head. Closing the distance between them, she tucked her head under his chin, her body still shaking slightly. After a couple moments Blake pulled away, she wiped her eyes and shuffled a bit. “I need to call my mom.” She didn’t give Greyson much time to respond, she was up in a second and out back by his pool. There she spent the next half hour calling her mother and best friend, warning them to be extra safe not sure what Teller knew. Coming back, Greyson was in the kitchen, doing whatever it is he does. Blake walked to the kitchen and leaned against the bar. “I think I need to punch something.” She sighed, while talking to her mother she realized how angry she was. It was no longer fear but annoyance now. “I’ll be back.” Blake added before excusing herself to the gym in Greyson’s basement.
Greyson took it all in stride. He was never sure if his words were right but so far he seemed to be doing okay. Placing another kiss on her head, he laid out soft patterns across her skin with his fingers until she felt alright enough to part ways. He simply nodded and loosened his arms. As soon as she was out of the room, Grey made his way into the kitchen and checked over his shoulder before retrieving the note from his back pocket, giving it another once over. There was no way Greyson was going to sit idly by and wait for Teller to make another move. If he had any idea of the type of thoughts going through this guy's head -- and he was fairly sure he had a good idea -- Teller probably thought he was holding all the cards. Grey was ready to prove him entirely wrong. In the midst of his research, he could hear Blake returning so he quickly pocketed the note again and switched the tab on his phone to Uber Eats. He huffed through his nose at Blake's words. "Been there." Grey considered giving her some space and he did for a few minutes before following quietly, leaning against the doorframe with a towel over his shoulder and a bottle of water in his hand.
Ever since Greyson and her had gotten closer, Blake had taken it upon herself to put on a pair of boxing gloves. Taking her anger out on the bag, the feeling of Teller finding her, putting her life in danger, her loved ones. It was almost all too much for her, But Blake is the one who put herself in rehab, even if Indie was the reason she went; Blake did the work, Blake got clean, Blake started a new life for herself. And now Teller was trying to rip it all from her. The thought of being the victim here was not something she enjoyed. Soon enough, Blake stopped sighing before she turned around and say Greyson. “Hi,” Blake out of breath, wiping the sweat off her forehead. “How long have you been standing there.?”
Greyson watched with intrigue. Blake had taken to boxing about as well as he had and it was nice to have another thing in common. Especially with the root of it being so similar. Not that she knew that. But it was nice for him. She'd been consistently improving and that much was obvious, coupled with her obvious frustration at the lack of control Teller had afforded her with all this bullshit. When she finally noticed him, he hummed and shrugged one shoulder. "Long enough." Greyson crossed the space between them and handed her the water. "Do you feel any better?"
Taking the water bottle from Greyson, she smiled softly before taking a long sip of water, she shrugged before taking another. “I feel like shit.” Blake sighed rolling her neck to side to side before her eyes fell on Greyson. “I feel helpless, like he crawled his way back into my life after all the shit he put me through.” Blake’s grip on her plastic bottle crumbling under her fingers. “I’m pissed. I’m scared out of my god damn mind. And I shouldn’t be. I should be living my life. I should enjoy my day with my new dog, with you. And I’m here wondering how he got my address,” Blake could feel her chest tighten and her blood boil. “After all the shit he put me through. After raping me, after hitting me, after giving me coke he wants to ruin my life again? What did I do deserve that?” Blake didn’t even notice the tears in her eyes, throwing the water bottle on the ground. She let herself fall to the mat, sitting down and cradling her head. “I feel crazy. He makes me feel crazy.”
Greyson was already struggling for kind or comforting words. If that was even what Blake needed right now, he couldn't be sure. Maybe she just needed someone to vent to but he felt stupid just standing there listening. It didn't matter anyway because Blake dropped two brand new, giant pieces of information that left him reeling. He was pretty sure the ringing in his ears was just in his head but it was so loud he couldn't tell. His grip on the towel tightened until his knuckles were white, his jaw was set, and if it wasn't for the fact that Blake was practically in the fetal position on the floor, he'd already be out tracking down Teller's whereabouts. As it were, he had a very distraught, crying girl to tend to. Greyson forced his hands and face to relax though there didn't seem to be much he could do about the slight ringing. Kneeling down besides her and sitting back on his calves, he placed one hand on Blake's back. "What do you need right now, B? Say the word, whatever it is, whatever I can do. Big, small, stupid, genius, I don't give a fuck. You're not that trapped, helpless girl anymore. Don't let him make you feel like you are."
Having him here, did help. It was the first time the only person besides her best friend was able to ease the anxiety, the fear. His touch comforted her in a way she didn’t know it could. Blake nodded and sat up, it was true. She wasn’t helpless anymore, she wasn’t an addict anymore. She fought and fought for the life she had now and she was dammed id Teller was going to try to come back into her life and take it from her. She wouldn’t let him. Blake wiped her nose with the back of her hand, looking at Greyson. She knew the next words that came out of her mouth would surprise him, but he did ask. “I want to go to Disney World.”
Greyson blinked dumbly and huffed a half laugh. “For real?” Whatever amount of things he thought Blake could possibly ask for — a drink, a ride to her best friends house, a boxing session — not once did Disney World cross his mind. Ask and you shall receive, he supposed. He shrugged, arms fully up, and trilled his lips. “Shit, yeah, alright let me get a flight and, uh, pack shit I guess.” Grey already had his phone opened, tracking down flights and starting on accommodations.
“Yeah,” Blake replied, her voice a little shaky from crying and frustrating. “I went a lot as a kid with my best friend and our families. It’s one place I associate with total happiness.” Blake shrugged; not many people knew that Blake was a notorious Disney fan. Already on the phone, Blake calling Indie her best friend. Before she could pick up she looked at Greyson and smiled. “I’m inviting Indie,” She said before listening to Indie mention the girl she had been semi seeing. “And Joey? That’s her name yeah?” Blake asked Indie before looking at Greyson. “And Joey too.”
Greyson didn’t necessarily need an explanation. Right now he was sure he’d give Blake anything she could conceivably ask for but he nodded along nonetheless and smiled. “I can dig that.” Playfully rolling his eyes, Greyson was already changing the flight number to the 3 when the next name out of her mouth had him snapping his head up fast enough to give him whiplash. “S...St. James? Your best friend Indiana is inviting my best friend Joey? Are they... What is my fucking life?” The last part came out in a rushed whisper. He’d been so preoccupied he hadn’t had time to get up to speed with Joey’s life and clearly he missed a lot. “Okay. I got this from here. Four hours enough time?”
After getting confirmation that St. James was Joey’s last name, Blake laughed. “They met at her job or something. We haven’t had a chance to really talk about it?” She shrugged before nodding. “Knowing Indie she’s already packed.” With the promise of Disney World in the very near future she could smile with and ease and put Teller to the back of her mind.
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Monsta X Beautiful Tour Hi-Touch & Photo Op Experience 170721
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This story is LONG overdue, I know. BUT, this was one of the best experiences of my life and i’m still suffering from post concert depression 2 months later. Warning: This might come out to be very detailed, but it’s only because I want you all to know how I felt (feel). I’m also going to be brutally honest about some things that i’ve noticed/experienced.
The final stage had ended. I was in awe as I watched the six out of seven men, (Hyungwon was injured) who completely consume my life, waving as they exited off the stage. There was a rumble of conversations throughout the audience as the curtains shut. Boys and girls of all ages, including myself, in the P1 and P2 sections began to pull out their mirrors, compacts and brushes to fix themselves up before receiving further instruction. I fanned myself to rid myself of any sweat droplets on my skin and in my hair. My sister assisted our new friend, that we made in line outside prior to the concert, as she got ready. It was then that over my right shoulder a man began to belt out instructions for us to make a single-filed line and to follow him. This was it. This was the moment that my heart began to race because I was about meet, and even touch, the idols that I admire so much. Before continuing the line stopped before anyone went through the doors the security guard stood in front of. I assumed that the boys were still getting prepared. 
The line began to move once again. I was anxious because aside from meeting them, I wanted to record the hi-touch as well, but I was nervous if security would catch me doing so. I got closer and closer to the door. As soon as I entered the room, there they were. I had to act fast, so I took my chances. I pressed record on my phone and placed it in my front right pants pocket; facing the members. 
My first impression of all the members was that they are all normally sized! I know that when we see pictures of them they either look a bit chubby, way too skinny, very tall/short, some facial features being too big/small, but that was not the case. I’m 5′5″ or 167cm tall and all of them were taller than me! (yes, even kihyun!) I will get more into specifics on each individual.
The first one to greet me was Kihyun. He wasn’t as skinny as he looked in pictures at the time. I’m happy that he’s gaining weight back though. Now, I initially planned on telling Kihyun how beautiful and angelic his voice is, and im sure he hears it all the time, but once I got face to face with the man.. I blanked. He gave me the largest and sweetest smile as he leaned across the table to get closer. I randomly belted out “I love you, Kihyun!”  He responded with a chuckle and “I love you too!” 
I moved onto Wonho. He was also averagely sized, but he was definitely bulky. Somewhat similar to his photos. I understand that they just performed for two hours, so that is probably why he seemed very mellow. I said hello to him and he just gave me a smile in return.
Next was Shownu. Now this man is what I call A MAN. He was quite tall, and exactly what you would expect him to look like in person. I remember his arms to be nice, thick, and long (not strangely long but ya kno a good length). I was so stunned that I also just said “Hi shownu!” He gave me a small smile with a quick bow of his head. I couldn’t help but notice how much power he puts into his high-fives. He caused my lightstick, which was dangling on my right arm (the one i used to touch them), to sway back and forth.
My interaction with Changkyun went by fairly quick. He wasn’t that much taller than me (similar to Kihyun). Now, I know that he always mentions how large his nose is, but personally I didn’t think it was as big as it seemed. It was a good sized nose. I think its just that since his eyes and lips are a bit small, it makes his nose to appear larger. He was so sweet though and told me “thank you so much for coming!”  to which I responded “No, thank you!” 
After him was Jooheon. 
Now let me give you a little back story. in case you didn’t know, LEE JOOHEON IS MY ULT BIAS. I am very soft for Jooheon. I can tear up just by looking at a new photo of him. BUT Jooheon speaking english is also my kink.  
Days before the concert, I decided last minute to create a sign for Jooheon to show him love and support during the concert. The sign I ended up creating was a honey pot with his name on it. At the time I didn’t think it was that big but once I got into the venue, which was pretty small, I realized that i’m definitely going to get noticed. Especially with how close to the stage I was (about 3rd-4th row in the pit). I apologize to those behind me because I was being that annoying fan with a sign slightly larger than a human head. Here’s what it kind of looked like.
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I got noticed quite a lot by him. Ugh i’m flustered just thinking about it.
ANYWAYS CONTINUING THE HI TOUCH.
Jooheon was gorgeous. His height compared to me was perfect and he was actually skinnier than they make him seem, but a healthy skinny. 
As soon as I left Changkyun, Jooheon immediately says “I love it!” referring to my sign. Being the emotionally confused person I was (bc soft for him, but english kink at the same time) I quickly nodded and said “thank you! I love you!” I was completely in shock that after those words left my mouth I practically blacked out and I just noticed him point at me with the cutest dimpled smile. 
Last but not least, Minhyuk. I noticed that he was also very tall. He is a total visual/model etc. He looked so amazing. Unfortunately, he seemed the most exhausted. It really hurt me to seem him like this since he’s the most energetic and chipper. This was something I kind of noticed as he was on stage as well. He took my hand and he really looked into my eyes and said “thank you for coming.” I thanked him back of course. 
That was the end of it. 
Although the entire hi-touch experience was literally only 17 seconds long, I noticed a lot, being a detail oriented person.
After leaving the room we were directed upstairs to get back in line for the photo op. Now, remember I recorded this hi-touch, so after I met them I listened back to the video (you can barely see their faces bc bad angle) I listened to every response from every member, but one stood out in particular. I played over a part where I saw Jooheon’s hand point at me. The point where I went blank. It was then that I realized that after I told Jooheon I loved him, He told me “I love you too yeah!” At this point I was on the verge of crying in line, but I knew I had to keep it together for the picture I was going to take. The one picture i’ll probably ever have with Monsta X for the rest of my life.
Moments passed by as we all discussed what we just experienced. Suddenly, one of the employees of powerhouse made his way down the line as he counted each person. Once he arrived to us he said that me, my sister, and our friend are numbers 1, 2, and 3. Meaning we were going to be standing right next to the members in the photo op. We freaked, subtly, since we didn’t want to rub it in to the people in front of us who were going to be no where near the members.
Unfortunately, somewhere during the numbering process, the man either miscounted, or people jumped out of line.The security just before we went to enter to take the photo counted us as 17, 18, and 19. I was livid. I guess that’s what we get for getting our hopes up. I tried to convince the guard that there has to be a mistake because I was told that we’re supposed to be in the next group. Being the stubborn bitch I was, I refused to enter with that number. Another security guard rudely threatened to take us outside if we weren’t going to join that group. I sucked it up and went to take the photo anyway. As I descended down the stairs toward the room so many thoughts ran through my mind. I wasn’t going to risk my chance to take the photo I payed for because I was feeling some type of way.
There were, are, and will be other people in the same position. I thought Hopefully in the future you will get another chance. Suck it up.
the whole situation ruined my mood. I’m sure I looked like a rude bitch once I entered the area. I didn’t want the guys to see me like that so I refreshed my face. I honestly couldn’t even look at them because I knew they would be making heart signs and talking with the other Monbebe. 
They told our row to get on our knees so they could see those in the back. The first photo I didn’t even smile with teeth. All I could do was imagine what was happening behind me. What Jooheon was doing. 
I noticed a lot of staff in front of us. There was the photographer and also a woman with one of those cameras that Monsta X typically use to vlog for MXCH.
“alright everyone smile 1, 2, 3!” said the photographer
*CLICK* the camera and flash shuttered over one another.
I might as well have a nice picture. I thought. I forced the cheesiest smile onto my face. 
The camera flashed again. Photographing yet again the moment I felt the most broken.
I still feel so bitter about it to this day. You guys might think i’m being a bit dramatic (maybe i am lol), but It honestly hurts to even write it. But it’s what happened. (and it’s not only about me, my sister and friend felt very similar emotions, along with many others i’m sure)
Once that was over, we stood up. The staff ran over to block Monbebe from getting any closer and bombarding the members. 
It was at this time that I remembered my letter.
The night before I had written a letter specifically for Jooheon which basically expressed all of my admiration and love for him. 
I tore open my purse to grab the letter. I went over to Jooheon, sliding past each person that was leaving. So much commotion was going on that I could barely hear myself think. 
The staff separating me from Jooheon tried very hard to block me from handing over my letter. Luckily Jooheon noticed and moved his head the opposite way of the staff’s. “Jooheon!” I called out as I stuck out the letter for him to grab. He slipped his arm passed and took it. With yet another cute dimpled smile he said “Thank you!” My starstruck ass said “Bye! I love you!” and headed out before security tried to drag me out.
After exiting the venue I found my sister and friend outside. We discussed once again what we just went through. Overall the security sucked, but the interactions that I received were perfect.
My sister told me that she was going to leave the photo op area, but noticed no one was following her. She turned back and saw that I was so close to Jooheon. Honestly I didn’t even realize how close I was until I thought back to it. 
I still do.
I wish that Hyungwon could have made it to the concert, but his health is more important. I’m glad that he’s having fun on the tour, and that they can all continue and finish up without any injuries.
Despite the negative aspects, this was honestly the best fucking day of my life.
I’m very grateful to have experienced this entire concert and I hope to meet them once again.
Bonus: After going through Hi-Touch I would say that they all have really soft hands, but the two hands that I remember the most are Kihyun’s and Minhyuk’s. Their hands are the softest hands ever!
A/N: I will link my twitter thread here for those of you who wish to watch a few of my videos (including the hi touch)! This thread is more about the actual concert and my experience/interactions.
i’m sorry that this post is kind of a mess, but if you have any questions for me, feel free to ask!!
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The Vampire Diaries: I Was Feeling Epic (8x16)
I cried so much, you guys. So much. I don't even care that that was the cheesiest effing thing I've ever seen in my life. I cried a lot. I can't. I fucking cannot. I feel emotionally manipulated but I'm just letting it sink all over me. This is just a teen soap. This is one of the first shows I ever got emotionally invested in. I can't believe they did what they did. I can't believe I cried SO. MUCH.
Cons:
I don't know, man, I would have liked to see Jeremy and Elena interact a bit at the end? They got the actor playing Jeremy to appear for like 0.2 seconds. Couldn't they have had them reunite? The whole thing was a sob-and-cheese-fest, and that was one moment that I missed out on seeing.
The only thing that got a LITTLE too cheesy was Enzo and Bonnie. I felt like we got a good scene of Enzo being Bonnie's cheesy little spirit guide in the last episode, and then when he kept popping up it felt a little bit like overkill? But that might be because this episode was so teeth-rotting in its cheesiness that the Enzo stuff was what pushed it over the edge? I don't know. Small complaint.
The other thing is this: virtually every itty bitty little thing about the last ten minutes of this episode made me cry. A lot. Like, a lot, a lot. With one exception: Matt and his family still didn't feel like they got a proper place in the story. Matt said a bit in his voice-over part about Vicky finding peace, or whatever, and we even see that Tyler found peace too, but all the stuff about Vicky and her estranged father reuniting, and Vicky continuing to ring the bell to save herself from Hell... it was all soooo much less important to me as a viewer than I think it was meant to be. It's not like I hated it, but I just didn't care all that much in the face of all the other stuff. I wish we could have seen Matt and Elena share a moment, or Matt and Caroline, or Matt and Bonnie. Really, if we had just seen Matt have one moment of connection with the rest of the gang, that would have been nice.
Oh, and since I'm wishing, the most important relationships got a lot of really juicy and sappy screen time. Stefan and Damon took the cake, which, just, thank you. And Caroline and Stefan got a lot of good stuff, and we got to see Damon and Elena's epic reunion. Then there's all the ending moments which had me sobbing inconsolably. But you know who didn't get any time? Bonnie and Damon. Also, Alaric and Damon. Two friendships that were such a big part of this show, and they weren't even really referenced. I feel like we didn't get to see Ric and Damon get closure after all the stuff that went down. Probably a small, pedantic point in the grand scheme of things, and since we flashed forward over the human characters' long lives, I'm sure Damon and Bonnie became closer than ever, and I'm sure Damon and Ric bonded over the Salvatore boarding school. But some small visual reference to this sure would have been a treat.
Pros:
The plot is... complicated. But I don't even really want to go into it all that much. I just want to talk about the characters and say goodbye to them. Suffice it to say, the gang finds a way to defeat Katherine's evil plan to destroy Mystic Falls. It involves Bonnie doing some hella impressive magic, and then it involves Stefan sacrificing his life to make sure that Katherine, and Hell with her, are destroyed for good. Bonnie wakes Elena up using her newfound intense witchy magics, and Elena and Damon grow old together - did I mention, Stefan managed to pass Damon the cure just before he died? We get lots of cheesy montages showing how Bonnie traveled the world to keep her promise to Enzo, Caroline and Alaric helped open the school for gifted children, and Caroline got a large donation from a certain Original we all love to hate to love, and Elena went to medical school and then came back to Mystic Falls. She and Damon lived a long life, and then we get to see that when they died they reunited with their families. Elena sees her mom and dad, her Aunt Jenna, and even her biological father. And Damon, against all he believed about his own afterlife destiny, got to reunite with his little brother. We close on a shot of Damon and Stefan embracing.
I'm. Emotionally. Compromised.
I mean, where to even start? I guess let's start with Alaric, Caroline, and the girls. I love that Ric puts the girls first and doesn't even hesitate to get out of Mystic Falls when the danger starts. Alaric got one of the least significant roles in this finale, but I think it was fitting in that he's spinning off to The Originals, so this didn't have to feel like a goodbye to his character. I love that he gets Caroline away from the situation, and I love that he's the one to tell her the devastating news about Stefan. Ric is honestly such a good guy.
I'll have more to say about Caroline in a minute, but let's turn to Bonnie. As this episode starts, we see her "die" for a moment, and actually reunite with Elena in some sort of afterlife. Elena is devastated, because Bonnie isn't supposed to be dead yet. With Enzo's help, Bonnie decides to live, and she wakes up to a very relieved Caroline and Stefan, who had been trying to revive her. From here, Bonnie is the one to come up with the plan to destroy Hell and defeat Katherine. Stefan makes his sacrifice, but Bonnie is the one who has to be a bad-ass. She uses her newly found powers to redirect the hellfire that Vicky released, syphoning it through the tunnels to the Armory. She then uses her power to hold the wall of flames back. Just as it seems she's not strong enough, Enzo shows up to encourage her. She finds that her Gran is with her, and then the rest of the Bennett witches.
There was something so powerful and heartwarming about watching this incredible, strong black woman and all of her black female ancestors stand together to defeat the evil. The magic on this show might be hokey, but the fact that Bonnie gets to save the world at the end is just such a fitting way for her character to finish her run on this show. I'd also just like to thank the creators of this show for not killing Bonnie. There were about three moments in this episode where I thought she was going to die so that Elena could finally wake up, but no. She lives. She gets to live the long and happy life that she has always deserved. Sure, she lost Enzo. But she gets to keep him with her always, in a way. She gets to be happy, and content, and powerful as all hell. I think back over the treatment of Bonnie on this show, and I'm just so grateful that it ended the way it did.
And then let's take a break from all the warm feelings to talk about my queen Katherine Pierce, who came back to sass it up one final time. We actually get a fake-out here, where the Elena/Damon reunion we saw in the promos is actually Katherine up to her old tricks again. I love the moment when Damon is hugging "Elena," then suddenly realization strikes, and he just unceremoniously drops her. She says "rude," in that perfect Katherine tone of voice. Her snark is the thing of legends. It was so fun to get Nina Dobrev back as both Katherine and Elena. She really is such a talented actress. It's hard to believe she stepped out of these roles two years ago, because her return felt so seamless. The show did a really smart thing in not spending too much time with either Elena or Katherine. They made their presence felt in a really big way, but they didn't overshadow the other characters.
Let's talk Stefan and Damon. They get into yet another argument about who's going to sacrifice themselves to destroy Hell, and it's just everything one could hope for.  We get lines like this:
Stefan: "you have quite literally an eternity with Elena ahead of you." Damon: "which means a lot less without you!"
Damon: "I love you, little brother." Stefan: "I love you too."
Damon: "I am the big brother. I'm sorry I wasn't better at it until now."
And we get Stefan saying that although he doesn't want to leave Caroline, he has to do this for Damon. In the two centuries since Stefan forced Damon to become a vampire, he's wanted him to become a person who deserved happiness. And now he has, and Damon is going to get to live that life. He's going to get that happiness.
Stefan: "Let me do this for you." Damon: "No." Stefan: "Then let me do this for me."
It was at this devastating point that I knew Stefan was going to be the one to die, but they do trick us one last time. Damon compels Stefan to leave the cavern, leaving Damon to finish things with Katherine and the hellfire. Of course, Stefan had been taking vervaine since becoming human. He shows up, sticks Damon with his blood, thus giving him the cure, and kills Katherine, sending her to Hell so that she, and it, are destroyed with hellfire. Stefan Salvatore is dead.
I'm... I can't explain what this scene was like. Damon and Stefan both crying, their voices cracking... it was the most emotional performance from Ian and Paul of the entire show, and it worked wonders. And the sappy sadness does not stop there.
Elena's first appearance with Bonnie in the afterworld place sets up Stefan's death really nicely. Elena appears to "wake up" at the high school, where Katherine had trapped her, and she comes out into the hallway, bumping in to Stefan the very same way she does in the first episode of the show. And then Stefan explains what happened. He tells her that Damon wanted to sacrifice his life, but that Stefan wouldn't let him. We realize that Stefan is dead. He hugs Elena, and asks her to deliver a message when she finally wakes up. Stefan says it was really good to see Elena. This scene makes me really emotional. It manages to capture the nostalgia for the early days of the show, without sucking us back into the Elena/Stefan romance. These two are really important to each other, and it was touching to see them share this final moment.
Of course, then Stefan goes outside, and... Lexi is waiting for him. They hug, and Stefan lifts her off the ground and spins her around. I'm. I can't believe it. Lexi. I love this character so much. Stefan had to leave behind Caroline. He had to leave behind his brother, even if he hopes he'll be able to see him again someday. But he gets Lexi. He gets to see his best friend again. I can't believe how emotional this made me.
I said I'd be pissed if Stefan was the one to die in the finale, but when it happened it felt right. It felt like he'd already started to die the minute he was turned human, and this way we get to see him redeem himself for all his crap, and he actually gets peace. We also don't have to contemplate Caroline, the Only Vampire Left spending 60-some-odd years with an aging husband. Instead, we get to say a real goodbye to Stefan, and we get to see him giving a real goodbye to Elena, a real goodbye to Caroline, and a real reunion with his big brother, the most important person in the world to him.
Let's turn back to Caroline for a moment. She promises Ric that she'll survive this whole hellfire thing so she won't leave her daughters without a mother. When Elena is trapped in Mystic Falls, Stefan has to stay behind to try and convince Damon to leave without her, even knowing it's probably a lost cause. Caroline and Stefan have to say goodbye, and it's pretty heartbreaking. They just got married, and yet the situation demands they part. Caroline has to be there for her daughters, and Stefan has to be there for Damon. As Caroline, Ric, and the girls flee, Alaric breaks the news to Caroline that Stefan and Bonnie have a plan that involves Stefan sacrificing his life.
This is where my heart is just completely ripped out of its chest. Caroline gets out of the car and she calls Stefan, leaving him a message. She tells him that she understands. She tells him that she'll love him forever, but that she understands. I don't think I can underscore what a big, huge deal that is. Caroline and Stefan have always had this very selfless love. Stefan has always been the selfless one. He was willing to let Elena die when she and Matt went over the bridge in the car, and now we see that Caroline is willing to let Stefan die to help save Mystic Falls, and Damon and Elena's future. There's something so depressing about realizing that Caroline is the last vampire left, but it also feels so right. She's the only one of these people who was good at being a vampire. She was supposed to be a vampire. And she's brave enough to say goodbye to the people she loves. She's brave and strong enough to let Stefan go, and carry him in her heart forever. I'm just so emotional about this.
So then we get Bonnie, in her awesomeness, waking Elena up by breaking the spell. I don't know why I never thought of that as a possibility, and despite the deus ex machina-ish aspect of it all, I really don't give a shit. Bonnie is just the best, okay? She could do anything and I'd buy it. There's something so powerful and wonderful about Bonnie being the one to save Elena. These two besties were there at the beginning of all of this mess, and now they actually get to grow old and be in each other's lives. Once again, I'm super emotional. They hug in joy at seeing one another again, and then pull back, each with grief in their eyes. Elena doesn't even have to say anything to let Bonnie know she's aware Stefan is dead. She just says: "where is he?" and Bonnie says: "with Caroline. Saying goodbye."
And we get another amazing scene with Caroline and Damon. The two of them stand at Stefan's memorial in the Salvatore crypt, and Caroline says she knows they will see Stefan again someday. Damon says he's sure Caroline will, but he's destined for the other place. Caroline encourages him, and the two stand there together, remembering Stefan, holding each other. These two just... I mean, Caroline is a saint. As I think I mentioned above. I love that they can stand there and be united in their love for Stefan, even as Damon knows he'll be living out a human life, while Caroline still has a long eternity stretched in front of her.
Of course, we get some slow-motion reunion stuff with Elena and Damon, as they share their first kiss as two humans who are going to spend their lives together. I love it. It's cheesy, it's overwrought, but who cares. We see Elena passing Stefan's message on to Caroline. He got her message about understanding, and says he'll love her forever, too. We see the gang at Stefan's funeral. And then we transition into our final montage.
The ending montage turns back to one of The Vampire Diaries' least consistent story elements: the diary thing. In voiceovers, we hear how everybody's lives shake out, and we see everybody being watched over by their departed loved ones. It's the cheesiest thing in the world, but... I don't give a damn.
Matt gets a bench made in his honor, and continues as the sheriff of Mystic Falls. He sees Vicky and Tyler watching over him, both at peace.
Bonnie is going to travel the world, the voice of her love Enzo there to help her through the rough moments. She's determined to live her life to the fullest.
Alaric has my favorite of the little voiceover lines, since it made me laugh and cry at the same time: "Caroline and I got what Damon decided was Stefan's last wish," that is, funds to open the Salvatore Boarding School for gifted children. We see Jo watching over Ric and the girls as they play and goof off, and we see that setting up the school requires help from some old friends, and that Dorian and Jeremy are both enlisted to help.
Okay, and back to Caroline. This episode so brilliantly set us up for a world in which every character we love and care for is either dead, or is human, which in this finale means you get to grow old and die. We can assume that Bonnie, Alaric, Jeremy, Matt, and of course Damon and Elena all live long and happy lives and die peaceful at an old age. So where does that leave Caroline? I was so curious in the buildup to this last episode as to how they were going to reconcile all the different characters and their various states of mortality. So, what do they do? They set Caroline up for future happiness in the best way imaginable.
We see her working hard to make the school great, to make her mother proud. We see Liz watching over Caroline. And then we see that Caroline has gotten a note from... Klaus. He donates an obscene amount of money to the school, and basically implies that he wants to be a part of her life once more, "however long it takes." This is great. We take Caroline, the only immortal left, and spin her off into future potential happiness. She'll always love Stefan, but that doesn't mean that she and Klaus can't be a thing. I'm a happy camper.
Elena gets the last voiceover portion. We see her writing in her diary at her parents' grave, within sight of the Salvatore crypt. She writes about her crazy, wonderful life. She went to med school, then back to Mystic Falls. She's truly happy with Damon. She says that she owes it all to Stefan, since when she met him, she was dead inside, and he brought her back to life. I mean, I'm tearing up just writing about it. Elena says that she knows Damon is still worried he'll never see his brother again, but Elena knows he's wrong. They live a long life, and we see that Elena finally dies, and gets to have peace - she gets to find her family again. Her mother. Her father. Aunt Jenna. John. I really want to praise Nina Dobrev's acting in this moment, because all of the cheesy hugs and the music swelling and all that would have been a hard pill to swallow if the performance hadn't been genuine. Elena is so happy and blissful to be with her family again, and it's honestly just the perfect resolution for her character.
I thought they were going to close on Elena hugging her whole family, (sans Jeremy, who I guess outlives Elena. That's a good sign!) and I would have been happy with that. I mean, it was Elena's show, right? But no.
They give us the thing. They give us the ending that I didn't hope to dream of. After living a long human life with Elena, when Damon dies he gets to go to the afterlife. And in the afterlife he goes to the Salvatore mansion and he gets to see his little brother again, something he worried he'd never get to do. And they hug. And that's the closing shot of The Vampire Diaries. Not Damon and Elena. Not Stefan and Elena. Not even Elena and her family. It's Stefan and Damon. They echo their words from the pilot. Stefan opens the door and says "Damon." and Damon says "hello, brother." And they just hold each other tight and it was all they were both waiting for. I can't handle this. Just... thank you.
Before I go, I guess I should say I totally understand why a lot of people hated this finale. It's sort of a cop-out way to end a show, to just show everybody in the afterlife. And a lot of people hate that Stefan died, because for some reason Damon gets absolved of his crap while Stefan has to keep feeling guilty about it right until the end. But I honestly think this whole story can be framed as being about Stefan and Damon's relationship. Stefan always loved Damon more than anything else, it just took him a while to get there. And in the moment when Damon was willing to give up his life, his future with Elena, for the sake of a little brother who was mortal anyway, Stefan knew he'd finally succeeded in getting the brother he always knew was in there. And also, this is honestly the only way I feel like Caroline gets the ending she deserves. It was always going to be difficult, ending with a couple where one was immortal and one was not. So now we get a human Damon and Elena, and an immortal Caroline ready to move on to other things, in time, while still loving Stefan forever. And Stefan gets peace. It's hard to believe, but I'm actually pretty happy with how it all shook out.
I guess this review is probably long enough, huh? I fully acknowledge that this show is a silly, campy, soap opera full of pretty people running around being gorgeous and dramatic. And I fully acknowledge that this finale was doing everything in its power to make me feel nostalgic. And I fully admit that it worked on me. I don't know, man. The stars aligned. All that sappy stuff about a promise of peace, and the reunion at the end... it was just what the doctor ordered. In short, it was a shit show. But it was a shit show that got through to me. My emotions about The Vampire Diaries are so tied up in high school, and the very beginnings of being a fan. I think this was the first drama I ever really binged, other than Gilmore Girls. But that show was ending as I was just entering high school, while with The Vampire Diaries, I started it when I was sixteen years old, and I went through college and now young adulthood still watching it. This finale managed to put a big focus on the one aspect of this show I loved the most, that of the Salvatore brothers' relationship, while also making me feel weepy and nostalgic for the beginning of my fandom days. I'm really happy with it.
This complete mess of crazy stupid awesome ridiculousness gets high marks from me.
9.5/10
The show as a whole? I feel like I should wait a few days so I can be more objective, but I'll force my way through and think about this entire mess. I still maintain that Elena Gilbert is one of TV's finest female characters. I still maintain that Nina Dobrev is a gifted actress. But those two things aren't enough to actually make this an objectively good show. At most, it's a fun show. A silly show. A teen soap. And without it, I never would have discovered the other CW content that I watch, so I have to give it props there as well. This really does feel like the end of an era. And while it wasn't always a good era, or an era with particularly high quality material, it was, in a word... epic.
7/10
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Dilemma
AN: I honestly don’t know how I feel about this chapter. I might re do it in the future, or merge the next chapter to become one with this. We’ll see~ On a side note, there are French dialogues in this chapter, and if I misused a phrase or something I wrote didn’t really make sense, please don’t be afraid to tell me **Translations are at the end of the chapter
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-Third Person-
“What do you mean, ‘he got away’?” Yoongi questioned, venom dripping in his voice. “Her safety is in my hands. I’m not entitled to capture a criminal!”
The other end was silent. Then, the phone was ripped off of the messenger and an autocratic voice took its place. “Listen here, Min. You’re the fourth richest businessman on the globe. You joined this committee last year to become the first. Her safety means nothing to the world. And consequently, nothing to you.
“But if we take the chance to let all twenty of them go, the economic balance in the world will tip. You will see markets plummet. The cost of water and comestibles will rise. Order in conduct will shatter. With great resources Apple Inc. could influence the American government to cut off trades with Southeast Asia, followed by Australia, South Korea, Canada, and the European union to name a few. Millions of people thrown out had they a substantial wage to live by. I won’t stand to see the world crumble. I was never raised to.” Yoongi could remember clearly the days in his past, when he would roam the streets, knocking on doors for leftovers or a roof to crash under. “She will be under my watch the entire time. Find someone else to deal with McCann. You’ve got over five hundred agents on speed dial; pick any but me!”
The growl in his voice was daring, but his superior only cackled. “If that’s how you see it then you’ll get dragged down with her. Put your job before your little feelings and your life will be a blessing. But let me tell you this: you are in a position of power. People would beg on their chins to live the life you do. You’re a selfish man, I see. You think you can change the world and rid it of its faults. That not how the world works!” His breathing quickened just as his anger had risen.
The chief was right and Yoongi couldn’t accept that. The infatuation swelling in his heart blocked the sense of reasoning he once let consume him. He’d care about anyone but himself. At heart he was a saint yet he was never content.
Jimin.
The best thing that ever happened in his life. They loved each other dearly, supported each other through any circumstance. Jimin was his everything. Yet he was far too oblivious to see the pain he had caused Jimin by segmenting his love. Jimin would wait every ticking second for a call, message, notification – anything! – while he was on tour outside of the country. Even when they were in physical reach, he would still feel as though Yoongi’s thoughts wandered elsewhere. It broke his heart.
“I’ll get back to work, boss,” he grumbled, sneering the last syllable as he pulled his phone away from his ear to hang up.
But the voice spoke again before he did.
“I expected better from you, Min,” a low chuckle could be heard, “you aren’t one to get so tangled in your business affairs.”
Yoongi was enraged. He didn’t want to hear whatever the chief had to say. The snickering voice sickened him.
A long pause filled the room, the absence of speech only thickened the tension between the two men. “You aren’t such a faithful man yourself. Do you really think you could have her wrapped nicely around your fingers forever? After all, you still can’t even keep up with Park.”
The line went dead, leaving a restless Yoongi in the stillness of his study.
~ ~
Meanwhile, strolling by a frozen duck pond were Ashley and Jimin. Being immensed in their small talk, Ashley grew fonder of Jimin’s presence. Jimin, on the other hand, could easily see his scheme fall into place.
-Ashley’s POV-
“Are you new around here?”
I asked as the laughter died down. Five minutes had passed and Jimin already had me in a fit of giggles. He told me of the days in his youth, how his friends would constantly tease him for his height, or how he was once a miserable cabbage in a school play. I told him of the things I liked: music, food, hobbies – of the sort. I never thought I’d enjoy the company of a stranger. Perhaps it was the fact I’d spend any moment I had away from work in the solitary comforts of my own home, or how I was never a social butterfly at any common event (if I even attended, at least). Jimin. He was a cool guy, to say the least: laidback, with an easy going aura radiating off of him.
Jimin answered with a shrug insouciantly, “I’ve been traveling a lot for the past five years. I come to visit often to meet some relatives.”
“Oh,” I said. I didn’t understand the emotion I felt. I’ve only met him today, but I’m already wishing to see him again. In the circumstance I was pulled into, I doubted the possibility of Suga allowing me to go out with my ‘friend’ whenever I wished to. I looked up at him as we continued to walk about aimlessly, and I couldn’t help but make distinctions of his profile. The way the soft light twinkled in his eyes, his sultry voice, those plump lips…
“I’ve seen you before…” Before I could catch myself, my eyes widened in realisation. “You’re an international cynosure!”
“A what?”
“Oh- I- I mean a celebrity. You sing, dance and act. People admire you. I’m a fan myself.” I slapped myself (internally) for the use of such complex vocabulary. Don’t ruin this moment with your big mouth, dumbass. I laughed nervously and cleared my throat, hoping not to come off as a psychotic fangirls.
“That’s cute,” he chimed, running the side of his finger down my cheeks, the obvious warmth (from both his touch and the weather) creeping up my neck. “But today, and for the rest of the week, I’m just Park Jimin: your average passer-by.” He put on the cheesiest smile in the world making me melt on the inside.
Just pretend. I repeated those two words to myself and decided not to ponder on the subject of his fame. “I respect that, it’s cool.” Somehow, my feet managed to lead us to a little French bistro a few blocks away from the park. A convenient sub-conscious decision at that, considering I had finished my hot chocolate. Ring, ring. We reached the building. The bell above the door rang cheerfully as we entered the little shop, looking around for a place to sit. The room was mostly empty with a few tables occupied by journalists and amateurs. A warm ambience was prominent throughout, creating a calm atmosphere for people to chat about. We sat in a booth which snuggled nicely in a far, dim corner.
In her skimpy French maid costume, the waitress approached us with two menus. I took in her presentation, a little disturbed to see such a sight at this hour. She looked to be in her mid-thirties. Her hair was pulled far too tightly into a ponytail, the baby hairs around her face sprung out desperately. Her face looked horrendous: her parched lips were poorly concealed by a layer of red lipstick, blue and yellow smothered across her eyelids in a patchy gradient, and her contour made her look like a piece even Picasso could not have painted. She looked like she was awoken by the agitating tone of her ringtone – as though her boss had threatened to fire her if she didn’t come out to work on this cold, snowy day. Making her way to the table in a lackadaisical manner, with her grumpy ‘morning-voice’, she sighed, “What a wonderful day. Please take a look at today’s special.”
She dropped the menus onto the table abruptly, making me jump slightly at the sound. I surveyed the meals hesitantly, my peripheral vision focused on the waitress in case she decided to bite my hand off or something. Everything was a little pricey to my taste, but alas, it was me who brought us here. I decided I’d order a little dessert. My mouth opened to relay my request, but no sooner had I spoken when I was cut off by none other than the man in front of me.
“Je voudrais une part de gâteau au chocolat.”
The words fluently flowed off his lips, him smiling sweetly to the hag. Having several colleagues who had the French dictionary on the tip of their tongue meant I never really required to learn the language. The one time it would be relevant and I hadn’t a clue what he just said. In contrast, the waitress looked down at him in amusement, flattered by his words. Jimin showed no sign or intended interest in her. His fingertips reached for my hand and drew little circles on the backside.
“Voudriez-vous autre chose?” Her mood was perking up, so did her smile. The sentence ended with a light giggle, but to me, all I heard was a hag’s cackle.
Still, Jimin took no notice of her flirting, and casually replied, “Deux thés à la pêche.” A little green critter was growing within me, and I knew I had no reason to feel such a way. How envious I was. The sound of the French syllables flowing in one ear and out the other. To think he would stay to mock me.
The grin on her face was slowly undone as she proceeded to take our orders. She huffed a sigh, “Et pour la dame?” and dropped her jaded gaze on me. All jealousy was seeped out of me and surprise overtook me. What on earth did she just ask me? Had she said what she had in English, I would have beaten her on the pretty beige tiles.
But not like this. No. She was staring into my soul with her hooded eyelids. ‘Please don’t look at me like that!’ I inwardly wailed, thoughts of my past French teacher scolding me flashing in my mind. Intertwining our fingers, however, was Jimin, catching me off guard in the moment, my nervous expression beyond his acknowledgement. In the awkward intensity of the situation, I pulled my hand back in, but sneaky Jimin had other ideas.
“Des macarons.” His fingers curled themselves inward bringing my hand closer to him. I never realised how small the table was until, with little to no effort, my knuckles brushed against the fabric of his black fleece. He turned to face me, tilting his head to the side like a dog, a smug grin plastered on his lips.
“Good choice,” was all she said, before taking our menus and stepping away from our booth. She gave me a quick once-over, narrowing her eyes. Current self-esteem: all time zero. I was probably a tomato head at this point, and all I could think of doing was burying my face deeper into the scarf I wore. One side of her lips pulled up quickly before falling again, and when her back turned to me, she leaned down beside Jimin, making it blatantly obvious how she whispered into his ear. “Elle est magnifique.”
A small huff of a laugh left his lips, and he looked down at our hands. Finally, she left.
Not a moment later, our drinks arrived, a different waitress this time; same outfit, The silence was broken by the clinking sound of our cups being placed on our table. “Do you take just any girl you see on the streets out for coffee?”
He sipped his tea, “Only the ones who I take interest in.” He flickered his eyes to meet mine, his lips still kissed the rim of his glass. “And it seems that I
My cheeks flushed after hearing those words from Park Jimin himself. But I shook myself back to reality. “You were pretty flirty with her.”
“You must really be a lonely person.” He crossed his arms, leaning back in his seat. He folded his arms in a way which said, ‘I can’t believe this.’
I opened my mouth to retort but he beat me to it.
“You probably haven’t seen the sun enough to know the difference between being polite and flirting. She looked like she needed a pick-me-up, and I’m pretty sure what I did brightened her day, at least just a tiny bit.”
“By flirting with her?”
“By ordering our food,” he said, as if it was an obvious answer. “Gosh, you’re such a cutie when you’re jealous. I’m here because something about you caught my eye.” He sat back up and tapped the bridge of my nose lightly, my eyes focusing on his finger as he did it so slowly. “I picked up a few words and phrases while I was on my European tour, no biggie. Look – the food has arrived.” The same waitress who took our order placed two plates on our table: one with a slice of black forest, another with half a dozen macarons (pink, blue, and white). “Mercí,” he accepted the dishes from her kindly.
The plates were placed, one before me, and the other Jimin. She took a good look at the both of us, a weak smile broke on her face, “Bon appetit, lovers.” It was at that moment I sensed there could have been more to her than how she presented herself.
A little part of me believed it wasn’t fate which lead me to simply stumble upon him - what were the odds of that. And that she wasn’t the only person whom I needed a better understanding of.
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**French dialogue translations
“Je voudrais une part de gâteau au chocolat.” - I would like a slice of chocolate cake.
“Voudriez-vous autre chose?“ - Would you like anything else?
“Deux thés à la pêche.” -Two peach teas.
“Et pour la dame?” -And for the lady?
“Des macarons.” -Some macarons.
“Elle est magnifique.” -She’s beautiful.
“Mercí,” -Thank you,
“Bon appetit,” -Enjoy your meal,
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