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enhy4en · 2 years

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enhypen hyung line as college roommates

pairing: enhypen hyung line x gn!reader

genre: fluff, roommate trope

warnings: not proof read! few curse words, kisses.. that's it i think, please lmk if i missed anything

word count: 1.8k

note: this will be my first writing post on tumblr ever! as a college freshman, these bullets are really not accurate because I still live with my parents lmao and i'm still doing online school. ANYWAY this is what my brain came up with. let's start <3

heeseung

okay, he would be quiet as FUCK

he is a frickin infp, man’s introverted

he only speaks when spoken to

BUT he would be protective, i can see that

being two years your senior, he definitely gives you all the advice you could ever need.

best study places? he knows them all.

where to and not to party? he tells you everything.

even professors to watch out for. AND HE DOESNT EVEN HAVE THE SAME PROGRAM AS YOU

after two months, he’d have already warmed up to you.

no more introverted heeseung! you only knew loud and funny heeseung.

you don’t know why, but he definitely cracked more jokes when you’re around. (his friends said so the one time they came over)

as for cooking, you both would fight. either he’s lazy or you don’t want another ramen night.

it got tiring. until you noticed it’s 10pm and dinner was FAR from ready, you shook your head and headed over to the kitchen with youtube open on your phone playing the first cooking video you saw.

you didn’t realize it until it was time to add the green onion to the kimchi fried rice you were making that heeseung practically cut up all of the ingredients you needed.

“whe- how?”

“you were reaaally focused.” he shrugged and snatched the ladle from your hands so he could transfer the rice into two separate bowls.

“you could be a good sous chef, you know? have you considered shifting to culinary?”

“i’m literally one and a half year from graduating, y/n.”

that night, you both didn’t sleep until 2 in the morning.

past midnight, you both decided to clean up.

1am, you two were in front of the microwave waiting for the timer to go off.

2am, the movie you were watching during dinner and well after the popcorn rolled credits.

you see your roommate on the couch, eyes shut, head leaning towards you.

he appears to be coming closer.

you look away. ‘what is he doing?’ you think to yourself.

you suddenly feel two arms on your waist, tightening its grip. you hear “you’re my favorite roommate.” from the voice you’ve been hearing consistently the past two months.

others after the cut!

jay

i do not know if im emotionally ready for this (prolly not) but let’s go

he’s been your bestest friend for most of high school so it’s a no-brainer when you both got into the same university that y’all will be roommates.

bickering. all. day. long.

“i’m showering first.” you reminded him when attempts to open the door.

“then why aren’t you HERE?”

“i’m getting in the mood, okay?”

very chaotic.

there is one time though when you both seem to have a cease-fire.

that time being when you got sick.

he had only one class that day so the whole three hours he was gone, was the only time you felt peace after five months of living with him.

the peace you felt being a good nap. when you woke up, you heard noise in the kitchen.

“jay, is that you?”

“guess!”

you rolled your eyes and decided to get up since your nap did 50% of the medicine’s work, one that you were supposed to take.

only you ran out so you waited for jay to buy some.

“what are you doing here?” jay, turning his back from the stove to face you, questioned.

you turn his back around again, “chill. i don’t feel that sick anymore. what are you cooking?” you peeked through his shoulders with a tip-toe to see that he was cooking soup, the one your mom makes for you when you don’t feel well.

“oh my god, you love me THAT much?” you said with a hint of sarcasm and teasing

“yeah, of course. why do you think i put up with your bullshit for 6 years, huh? of course, i’m in love with you.”

“woah, IN LOVE? JAY WHAT ARE YOU SAYING?”

his confession was so sudden

and that resulted in him PLAINLY AVOIDING you for three days

“jay, can we at least TALK about it? i swear i’m gonna go insane if you go another second of ignoring me.”

“i was planning on confessing, okay? and i planned it to go way better than that. c’mon...” he looked down.

“well, i think it was perfect.”

“sorry for ruining our friendship-” you cut him off with, “i like you too, you know?”

“WHAT?” an ‘o’ formed with his mouth. he was so cute.

he finally looked up to see your expression. when his eyes met yours, both of your lips formed a smile. his eyes a perfect crescent.

“so...” he started.

“so...” you continued.

“what now?” you said together.

he shook his head, still with the unstoppable smile. “come here.” he opened his arms, gesturing a hug.

“i really thought...” he said under his breath, with his chin touching the top of your head.

“shut up and kiss me.”

jake

hella awkward at first.

you're both international students so there's gotta be solidarity or something, right?

WRONG.

you and jake didn't talk for two weeks.

nods and waves were the only forms of communication.

that was enough, i guess?

it was fortunate that your schedules were the exact opposite. all of your classes were in the morning and all of his were in the afternoon.

you only ever saw each other when you both get food in the common area.

day 13. you became really tired of this. you wanted a new friend.

so you wait for him to come home after his last class finished.

“hey jake!” you said after he locked the door.

“huh? yeah, hi?” he looked confused. maybe because he was. this was the only time he heard you speak other than your first day in the dorms, when you first introduced yourself.

you scrambled your brain to come up with what to say and nothing comes. so you just said, “nothing. just wanted to talk to you more. uh.. good night!” And walked back to your room like you didn’t just wait 2 hours on the couch.

the day after, he started talking to you more. and it didn’t take too long for you to become close. and a month into this some kind of friendship, you started to form some kind of a routine.

study sessions in the cafe nearby. every week.

it started with him just asking where you were going one night and to your surprise, he came with you to the cafe that night because he said he wants to go somewhere to study too.

ever since then, when the clock strikes 9 in the evening, you were both packing up to go down to your trusty coffee shop.

you noticed at most nights, jake doesn’t even bother to open his laptop (that he supposedly brought to study) and he just goes on his phone. you even caught him one time taking a picture of you. “you were making a funny face,” was his excuse.

you were not making a funny face. you don’t know what was going on inside his head.

“jake, if you don’t have to study, you know you don’t have to come with me. right?” you cornered him the next week. you felt a bit guilty because you thought he was forced to go with you every time ever since the first study night.

“but, y/n, i WANT to go with you.”

“why?”

“i just like your presence. if i’m bothering you, then i won’t go anymore. is that good?”

oh.

he likes your presence.

“jake! oh my god, are we friends now?” you asked him with shock and a hint of teasing.

“yeah, of course we’re fr- WAIT YOU DIDN’T SEE ME AS A FRIEND BEFORE?”

“yeah, no. you were more like an acquaintance to me.”

“MY COMING WITH YOU EVERY WEEK TO THE CAFE... was that not our friendship bonding?”

“sure, but you don’t really talk to me... jake.”

“why do we both suck at starting conversations?”

sunghoon

another introvert.

this will be hard. especially, considering that he was one of the last people you'd want to be your roommate.

he hates you for goodness's sake.

well, maybe not hate BUT you’re sure he is out to get you

it’s hard having your academic rival as your roommate, no?

imagine, the one who races you to answer your professor just to annoy you is the same person you have to see each morning.

the one who always compares both of your scores is the same one who is now making coffee just outside your door.

can your university experience get any worse?

a deep breath later and your door is open. you need to go to school anyway.

you nodded at sunghoon and headed to the bathroom to shower.

you were running late, so you did everything as fast as you could.

then, you remembered as you were finishing up

you forgot to eat! you always liked to eat before showering, it was comforting.

it gave the slow vibe of a weekend morning. but now, all of that's gone.

all because of your annoying roommate who you were trying to avoid a while ago..

ultimately, you decided to eat just after your first class.

it’s only for an hour, i can do it. you thought about its duration. you can go back to your apartment to eat, without any distractions.

okay, it’s been decided! let's go to class.

you got out, all dressed and wondered, “where is he?”

why were you looking for sunghoon anyway

you shook your head and picked your keys up to go out.

an hour later, you heard noises as you were unlocking your apartment door.

you thought to yourself, sunghoon is gone for the day, right?

is there someone else inside? what if it was a thief?

so you inhaled as you opened the door.

while you were expecting a black masked figure, you saw the last person you’d thought to see.

sunghoon.

“you didn't eat breakfast.” he said simply and pointed to the dining table where he was sitting.

he continued, “so i cooked.”

“you weren’t even here when i finished showering.”

he shrugged. “groceries, duh.”

you laughed through your nose. “always an answer for everything. huh, sunghoon?”

“you bet,” he smiled and continued, “this doesn't mean we're friends. remember that.”

“of course. even the time when you took care of me when i was drunk, we weren't friends then.”

“yes! we weren't, we aren't, and we will definitely will not be friends.”

“you're insufferable, sunghoon.”

“not as much as you, though.” and he had the audacity to wink.

he was wrong, by the way.

both of you became friends soon after that.

then, lovers.

wait. that makes him... half right. you both are certainly not friends now.

“oh my god. was that what you meant by us never being friends?!” you jump up from your slumber.

you both were taking a nap. it was a nice sunday afternoon.

in your shared bed, sunghoon turns to face you.

he jolted his eyes in confusion. why were you screaming well into the afternoon? he didn't know.

but he did.

“we were never going to be friends because,” he paused to grab onto you and be closer to your scent.

“i was already in love with you then.”

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alastaircarstairsdefenselawyer · 3 years

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5 times there was someone alone in the infirmary + 1 time there wasn't

1 - Alastair

I meant to post an angsty fic on my birthday, but that was a week ago and I still don't know what I'm doing with that fic, so here's some new angst instead. this one goes out to all my fellow cancers: @styxdrawings @littlx-songbxrd @stxr-thxif @take-the-train !! happy early/belated birthdays, all of you <3

i would also like to dedicate this to everyone who influenced me to watch freddy's horse show, this one is all bc of you :)

content warnings: canon-typical injury, implied neglect, ask to tag

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When Alastair woke, everything hurt. He looked around nervously, realizing he wasn’t in his room, he was in the infirmary. He had a terrible headache, his arm was in a splint, and he felt a stabbing pain in his torso - broken ribs? Collarbone? He was in far too much pain to tell. What happened?

“Thank goodness you’re awake!” The nurse was a Shadowhunter woman who had been trained similarly to her mundane counterpart, just enough to take care of minor illnesses and injuries or attempt to stabilize someone in an emergency in which the Silent Brothers must be called.

“I- What happened?” The last thing he remembered, he was getting ready for the school day.

“You took a fall off your horse during riding! He must have gotten badly spooked, you were thrown quite hard and hit your head, the Silent Brother we summoned feared you may not wake up. We’ve already sent word to your father of the accident; it was three days ago, so I’d imagine he’ll be here soon.”

Alastair closed his eyes as his head throbbed. A Silent Brother had been here? Had it been his cousin? If it had, he would certainly be hearing about it from his father. Bloody hell, why had they summoned him? Alastair wasn’t sure which possibility seemed more appealing: this woman being correct and his father being mere hours away from the Academy or her being incorrect and his father being too engrossed in his brandy to care.

If his father was on his way, it would mean that he cared, no? Even if he was angry and disappointed in him and hated him, it would come from a place of caring. Dealing with Elias and his troubles was about the last thing Alastair wanted to do on top of everything else at this school, but he would at least have that knowledge that his father cared about him, about what happened to him. Perhaps the accident would even awaken something inside of him, the patient and loving father that Alastair could swear he remembered from his childhood.

If his father was still off in whatever city his family was living in at the moment, however, it would only mean what Alastair already suspected: his father cared for nothing and no one more than himself and the bottle, and especially not his son. He would have rather let his child die alone than distract himself from whichever whims he was following in that precise moment.

More than anything, he wished that his mother had intercepted the message, that she was on her way here now with Cordelia and Risa, that she would sweep him up and take him far away from this place, away from his father, somewhere far kinder than Devon, perhaps Rome or Damascus or back home to Tehran. That possibility lived only in his dreams, however.

Sensing his discomfort, the nurse offered him a glass of water and suggested he go back to sleep, promising to wake him if anything happened.

When he woke again, it was the middle of the night. The infirmary was empty; the nurse had most likely gone off to bed. Still no sign of his father. Some food had been left for him, though the soup seemed to have gone cold long before he found it. He began to pull apart the bread and attempt to stomach the soup as he sat in the dark, alone, watching the window. If his father was coming, it wouldn’t be until morning, but it didn’t hurt to watch anyways. Just in case.

He must have fallen asleep, because he woke to daylight again. The room was bright and the nurse was back, seeming to be trying to get some students to quiet their chatter. He saw another student in one of the other beds. He recognized him as one of the “dregs,” one of the aspirant mundane ascendants. His arm was in a sling, and a couple of his friends crowded around him, slipping him treats they’d stolen for him and a book to pass the time.

Alastair bit at his lip. He had no such friends to come for him and try to cheer him up. All he had were bullies. All of the other Shadowhunters were too afraid of Clive and his friends to go near Alastair, let alone befriend him, and the mundanes only called him names when he attempted to speak with them, names like the ones he heard in Devon whenever he went into town. Alastair had no friends, and evidently, he also did not have a father. Not one that cared for the title, anyways.

His eyes kept lingering towards the window, towards the carriage that was never coming, and the next thing he knew, the nurse had brought over a portable chess table to his bed and offered to play with him. They played until he felt too ill to continue, and when his tray came for dinner, he noticed someone had slipped him a small treat. It was a comfort, but his eyes continued to slip towards the window before he could stop himself.

On the fourth day after he woke, while challenging the nurse in a game of cards, he saw them. The bullies. They were outside, far, far away from him, but still he froze in fear. Suddenly, the memory of what transpired as he fell from his horse came back to him.

That morning, Clive and his friends had been fussing over some crate. Alastair hadn’t seen what was in it, and he’d never wanted to find out.

His morning had gone calmly, too calmly, he realized, but he mounted his horse during their riding lessons without anticipating anything untoward. When he started through the course on the edge of the forest, however, Clive clearly had other plans. He noticed the crate from earlier tipped over, the European viper on the ground, but it was far too late. His horse bucked at the sight of the slithering creature. Alastair pulled at one rein, trying to stop the horse from running, but it was no help. The spooked horse began sprinting. Alastair grasped tightly at the reins, but the steed turned suddenly, and before he could tighten his grasp, he was flying through the air, and then into nothingness.

The riding accident was no accident at all. They had wanted him to fall. They released that snake hoping that Alastair would be thrown to the ground. He couldn’t tell anyone, of course. No one would believe him. The snake was long, long gone and no student would ever dare to snitch on one of the bullyboys.

Alastair would simply need to be more alert, pay more attention, protect himself better. He would need to find a way to make it clear that he was not to be messed with. It would be worse now if they knew that his father hadn’t come for him. They could do anything they wanted to him, and it would never matter.

A couple of days later, the nurse attempted to release him, but he feigned illness in order to hide in the infirmary a bit longer. It was big and lonely and boring, the food was terrible, and most of the time he was simply alone with his thoughts, thoughts that sometimes terrified him, but he still preferred this prison to the one beyond it.

Two days after that, she told him there was nothing more that she could keep him for. Overall, he’d spent nearly two weeks in the infirmary including the time that he was unconscious. He had hoped that perhaps the other boys had forgotten he existed. When he joined them in the mess hall, however, their laughs and jeers were ready for him. They pushed and shoved him despite the stabs of pain radiating from his still-healing collarbone.

He would have preferred to be back in that dark infirmary bed, wasting away all alone.

Next: 2 - Alastair

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hipboneregression · 2 years

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tw: daily ed rant/vent

wherein i discuss unrealistic and harmful goals for the month of february

so as of this morning i'm officially down 7.76lbs for the month of january, and i've lost 27lbs since november 1. it'd be closer to 30lbs if xmas hadn't been such a shit show lmao.

i'm a lunatic who averages out literally everything over the course of months, so i'm pleased to announce i fasted on average 20.7 hours per day in january (up from 20.5 hours in december lol). it also took less time on average for me to see movement on the scale (average in january for significant downward movement on the scale was every 2.7 days, whereas it was every 2.8 days in december).

i do these ridiculous things so I can reassure myself that if the scale hasn't moved in a day or two, it's statistically likley that it will move down the following day as long as i stick to the program, it's a good motivator and keeps me from fucking flipping out at fluctuations.

so anyway, the point is that in january, i've had the most steady and consistent weight loss since i started relapsing and i attribute that two things: 1) no/very very limited booze; 2) no take out! i also did not exercise as hard as I usually do and i think this helped significantly with post-work out bloating fucking with the scale for several days.

I have one out of town trip planned in february, but it's not til the end of the month so i'll be using that has pretty significant motivation.

here's the plan this month:

no alcohol except for Feb. 10 (my partner's bday!) and the weekend of Feb. 24-27 (vegas!)

OMAD during the week, M-F

16:8 fasting on the weekends (or OMAD, if I can swing it)

no delivery or take out, except for vegas

light exercise (30 mins or less) 3-5 days a week

these are my planned OMAD's by week (i meal prep them on Sunday or Monday and then have for dinner throughout the week):

week 1: instant pot tortellini soup

week 2: instant pot lasagna soup

week 3: turkey chili

week 4: eggroll in a bowl

i can't believe i've almost lost 30lbs without fucking calorie counting or exercising off everything that i have eaten. it's really a magical feeling. but, like always, any sense of pride that i have is immediately crushed by how much more i have to lose.

as far as weight loss goals, i would really like to hit 220 before vegas, if not lower. i'd also like to squarely be a size 14 again by then, but we'll see.

i'll be updating my measurements on Feb. 5 and am expecting good movement there with how much i lost this month.

i think that's it, the end of month summary, the new month plan, i'm ready to go. i'm 16.5 hours into my fast today and have only had iced coffee and water.

bless up.

xxx

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glows-n-the-dark · 2 years

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So I decided to give this a try. This is my first fic and needs to be be adjusted I'm sure. Not beta read and thrown together at work. Lol. I didn't pick just one prompt from day 8 but instead did them all. Prompt list is at the end, if your interested. I'm going to give this a try for a few days or the rest of the year. One word or all. Idk. Anyways, whatever comes out good, I'll post to AO3. I am super happy this first one is a Sherlock story. Sherlock and Tumblr has saved my mental health in more ways than you know. With that being said......

Day 8 Key Words

Warming Up – Warm Bath -- Scrooge –

O Christmas Tree – Music

Title: O Christmas Tree

Words: 971

Rating: Gen

There was not a person in sight on this wonderful December day. The snow had been falling all day in London. The streets were quiet and calm. Most of everyone stayed home to keep warm from the beautiful but freezing winter that occurred out of nowhere.

Music caressed the walls with a heavenly sound at 221B Baker St. The notes floated with ease and grace from Sherlock’s Violin. Filling in the cold void that had blanketed the town into silence. It was a near perfect day for John. Sherlock and Christmas, oh what a pair.

“O Christmas Tree… O Christmas Tree… Such Pleasure Do You Bring Me…” John sang softly along with the sweet melody Sherlock chose to play. Sherlock had been acting like a Scrooge all morning. John forbidding him to go out to chase theories of mad men in this weather made a rather grumpy Sherlock. So John sang quietly so as to not break this miraculous wonder he beheld before him.

John was making dinner with what little they had around the flat. Grilled Cheese and Tomato Soup was just what the doctor ordered and made. Warming up the stove, the heat slowly filled the flat. Bringing a smile to John’s face and heat to all.

The music faltered and Sherlock had a small but noticeable coughing fit. John eyed the detective closely. “You ok, Sherlock?” John pondered. Sherlock waved John off and went back to playing. “Maybe you shouldn’t stand so close to the window, Sherlock. You don’t want to be catching a cold now.” John called out to Sherlock over his playing while chopping tomatoes.

A Few more beautiful songs fell around John, giving him such happiness and joy. “The food is ready, Sherlock.” John mentions as he just finished setting the table with a lovely meal for two. Sherlock set his violin in its case and sat down. He took a spoon and slowly ate bit by bit.

Hmmmm…

John was surprised at how quiet and willing Sherlock had been all day. Especially now, during dinner. Sherlock never ate so willingly. So why now? “Sherlock, is everything ok?” John paused waiting for a reply but nothing came but a deep coughing fit. “Sherlock?!” John quickly stood and brushed Sherlock’s chocolate locks out of his face. To his horror and surprise, Sherlock looked paler than normal. John touched his forehead and it was on fire. Sweat beaded around Sherlock’s beautiful face as he sniffled and coughed.

“When did this happen?” John reprimanded. Sherlock looked up with the most innocent of faces. Like a lost child looking for his mother. “I’m sorry, John.” Sherlock whispered. John wanted to be mad. He felt it but in all honesty, what could he do? Sherlock was a head strong man and almost nothing could stop him.

“When, Sherlock?” John asked softly, kneeling beside the detective as he started to check him over more closely. “When you showered. I know that you had the day off, the weather the way it is, you would pamper yourself. Taking a longer, hotter shower and enjoying every second. It gave me an hour to head out and check on a theory close by.” Sherlock coughed harshly.

“You’re insane. You know that.” John Sighed. “A complete brilliant genius but insane.” John stood up and shook his head. Sherlock bit his lip and looked up at John. He felt bad. Sherlock hated making John angry. “I’m sorry.” Sherlock whispers followed by a low groan. John huffed “You berk, let’s get you into a warm bath. It’ll help.” Sherlock stared in awe as John offered his hands to help Sherlock up. “You’re not mad?” Sherlock asked, looking John over for any telltale signs. “No, I’m not mad. I should be…. but I’m not.” John tucked an arm under Sherlock and they wobbled their way to the bathroom. “A little upset that you put your health at risk and didn’t even bother to tell me. I mean…. You could have gotten hurt. Then what…”

Sherlock slumped a little closer towards John. “I really am sorry John. I mean…. Well, it’s just….. I’m sorry.” The last words fell quite against Sherlock’s lips. John hugged Sherlock a bit tighter even though they managed to get to the loo. “Just promise you won’t do it again. No, that's silly. We both know you will.” John looked up at Sherlock, sadness and sickness heavy on his face. “I worry about you.” John squeezed Sherlock’s side. Making both men smile.

Sherlock leaned against the door frame as John rummaged around the bathroom. “Now, I’m going to run you a hot bath to help with that cold.” John started the water, fixing everything up along with it. “Then you will finish what you can of your food, take some meds and sleep the rest of the day. No fighting it, understand?” John looked over at Sherlock, stern face and determined to get a yes. Instead was greeted by emptiness. “Sherlock?” John looked out in the hall but he wasn’t there either.

Noticing Sherlock’s bedroom door open. John walked quietly over and peered in. A smile was his greatest reward that day, as Sherlock was curled up and fast asleep on his bed. “God, what am I going to do with you?” John whispered to himself as he walked back to the loo and cut the water off.

John knew that it was better to let Sherlock sleep than trying to circus him about to bathe. Humming quietly to himself, John covered Sherlock in blankets and set out his medicine. John gave Sherlock’s curls one last brush from his face before leaning down and placing a small kiss to his cheek. “Sleep well, my mad man.” John left the room, humming O Christmas Tree knowing that he would be there for Sherlock when he woke.

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Thank you for reading. 💚 ~GNTD

#johnlock #john watson #sherlock #ao3fic #first try #lets see where this goes #it is what it is #xmas #holiday vibes

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topsytervy · 3 years

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Kooky Pogues

Blurb: Your two friend groups don't really get along...until they do

*I'm literally only tagging this as Rafe since it mostly focuses on Rafe but it does involve a good chunk of the others so yeah*

Word Count: 5,414

Warnings: semi-canon Rafe, mentions of cocaine, mentions of drinking, mentions of abuse if I remember correctly, swearing, grammar/spelling mistakes, I think that's it

Little notes real quick:

-we're pretending gold is not a thing here, Peterkin is still alive and has not been murdered, and Sarah didn't cheat on Topper.

-I'm from Wisconsin so I chose Wisconsin cause I know Wisconsin and I don't have to really do research on it so I'm sorry if you hate Wisconsin. Believe me, I do too sometimes.

-And last is this came about cause I feel like if the kooks and pogues didn't hate each other, they would be like that one group of friends in high school that everyone just knows. They would be THAT group.

I was originally going to do something like this as a Christmas blurb where everyone was friends and they and the reader all go get a tree and decorate and shit but that obviously never got posted.

Lowkey kind of want to write more things about them as an entire group of friends though.

Anyway, enjoy :)

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You moved to Outer Banks from Wisconsin your freshman year of high school and it was...different to say the least.

The weather was the main thing.

In all your entire sixteen years on earth, you had never experienced a hurricane. Snowstorms were common in Wisconsin so those you didn’t mind, minus the shoveling that your parents had you doing afterward, and you were still a little iffy on tornadoes considering you experienced maybe three in your whole life, only one hitting the town you grew up in and the other two just being warnings.

Hurricanes though were an entirely different category and it was safe to say that you were freaking out because you had never personally experienced one yourself.

And here was the entire town of Kildare knowing what to do and being pretty calm about it.

So, naturally, you stuck out like a sore thumb when you were in the store and trying to figure out what you would need.

It just so happened that three boys would be in the same aisle as you and one of them would be way too observant for their own good.

“She looks confused,” Kelce said from his place next to Rafe who was currently figuring out what soup he wanted.

Rafe and Topper glanced over to see who he was referring to and saw you, scanning shelves as you fiddled with a hair tie on your wrist.

Rafe shrugged, turning back to look at the soups. “Or she’s just a little nervous about Agatha. Believe it or not Kelce, I’m pretty sure some people still get nervous when it comes to storms.”

“I don’t know. I don’t think I recognize her.” Kelce squinted, trying to get a good look at your face which caused Topper to sigh.

“Maybe she’s a touron and now she’s stuck here because of the storm.”

Kelce looked at his two best friends. “Well, the least we can do is help her.” And then he began walking towards you.

Rafe and Topper looked at each other before making their way after their friend.

“Need some help?”

You jumped slightly at the voice and whipped your head to see three boys standing beside you. You placed a hand over your heart and closed your eyes. “Sorry. You startled me.”

“No, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have crept up on you like that.” He apologized before repeating his question. “Do you need some help?”

You hesitated before nodding. “Yeah. I’m not exactly from around here. I’ve never really dealt with a storm like this before.”

“Where are you from?” Topper asked.

“Wisconsin.”

It’d be a lie if they said they weren’t a little taken aback by your answer, expecting it to be a state at least somewhat nearby. Not necessarily in hurricane territory but certainly somewhere closer to Outer Banks. Not a state from up north.

“Wow, okay. So this must be different for you.”

You nodded in response and Kelce smiled. “No worries. You’ve got three of the best people here to help you out.”

You chuckled before introducing yourself. “I’m Y/N.”

“I’m Kelce, that’s Topper and that one’s Rafe.” He pointed to each one who did a little wave.

Your smile didn't falter as the names of the three boys rang a bell in your brain.

You were warned about those three when you met the pogues a couple of weeks ago.

“Trust us, Y/N. They look nice but that’s just cause of their nice ass clothes. They’re the spawns of Satan.” John B had told you at The Wreck after school that day.

He, JJ, and Pope met you at school earlier that day and had told you that you needed to meet the other member of the group, Kie, and that you would love her.

Kie came around with some food and she rolled her eyes at the boys before turning to look at you. “They’re not the spawns of Satan per se. They just act like spoiled brats and like they’re God’s gift to everyone.”

“No. They’re spawns of Satan.” JJ sided with his best friend, grabbing a couple of french fries and shoving them into his mouth.

“No, JJ, you’re the spawn of Satan.”

“The point is,” Pope interrupted before an argument could break out, “not exactly the best people. Specifically Rafe.”

But now, there you were, standing with the three boys you were warned about as they helped you grab things that would prove useful in the storm. They even helped you load everything into your car.

“Thank you, guys. I probably would’ve been stuck in there for way longer than necessary if you three didn’t help me.” You smiled as Topper closed the trunk to your car.

Rafe shrugged. “No problem. You better hurry back home though. Don’t want you getting caught in Agatha.”

You looked towards the sky and grimaced at the darkness before saying thanks once more as Kelce opened your door and you climbed in, waving goodbye to the boys as they waved back.

Before you could pull out of your parking spot, Topper was holding his phone screen up, his Snapchat on display. You quickly grabbed your phone and typed in his snap username before adding him and he added you back. “Let me know when you get home or I’ll be watching the news like an old man for the next week.”

You shot him a thumbs up before reversing out of the parking space and driving away.

“She’s sweet,” Rafe commented as they watched your drive out of the parking lot.

The other two nodded in agreement before heading to Kelce’s car, Rafe and Kelce both telling Top to send them your username.

You thought the same thing about the three kook boys because, in your mind, if they thought they were so high and mighty of themselves, they wouldn’t have helped you out the way they did.

Now here you were, two and a half years later and still friends with two groups that hated each other. Both groups were incredibly confused at the fact that you were friends with the other and neither group liked the idea of sharing you with the other but you told them that they wouldn’t have to mingle with each other.

As much as you wanted to be able to hang out with all your friends at once, you knew that wouldn’t happen without a fight breaking out and you didn’t want to deal with that.

The only issue you had with your friends was Rafe and his relationship with coke, knowing damn well that him being high didn’t help anything in the least when it came to the pogues, especially JJ.

You had learned that at a party when Sarah had found you and informed you that JJ seemed off and he wasn’t talking to anyone. You decided that you would try to talk to the blonde and excused yourself from the kook boys, telling them you wouldn’t be long, before following Sarah to where the pogues were.

Sure enough, there was a lively conversation going around but JJ wasn’t really participating, just nursing a beer as he stared at the sand underneath his boots.

You sat down next to him and bumped your shoulder against his, causing him to glance at you and send him a small smile. “What’s up, J?”

“Nothing.” He shrugged and you nodded.

“You sure?”

JJ looked at you and noticed the concern in your eyes, sighing as he turned to face you. “It’s nothing I can’t handle, Y/N/N.”

You frowned at his answer, not liking what that could mean. “JJ, are you in trouble?”

“See this is where the line gets blurry for us cause you and I have different definitions of trouble.” JJ took a sip of his beer as you stared at him. It didn’t take long for him to break underneath your gaze. “It’s just my dad. Like I said, nothing I can’t handle.” He mumbled, finishing off his drink.

You immediately placed your cup on the ground and wrapped your arms around the blonde in front of you. He placed his head on your shoulder and you heard him sniffle. “Wanna go somewhere away from here and talk, bud?” You felt him nod and you whispered an ‘okay’ before unwrapping your arms from around him and leading him away from the party and farther down the boneyard.

You spent the next hour listening to JJ before wiping his tears and pulling him in for another hug, rubbing his back as you did.

And that was when Kelce, Topper, and Rafe had decided to go look for you. Rafe had had a line or two during the time you were with JJ and was already slightly on edge, thinking that maybe you got swept up with some touron on your way back and they were getting a little too handsy without your consent, when he spotted you holding JJ.

Before anyone could stop the oldest Cameron, he was storming over to you two, not amused with the fact that he, Kelce, and Topper were getting gypped out of their Y/N time. After all, it was their turn to have you for most of the night since the pogues had you the entire day yesterday.

“Alright, Maybank, you’ve taken up enough of her time!” He hollered, Kelce and Topper behind him just in case they needed to be there to drag their friend off of the younger boy.

JJ, however, misread this action as a threat when he turned to look at Rafe and he immediately went into defense mood, standing up as he let go of you and put on his tough-guy act.

You stood up and stepped between Rafe and JJ to serve as a barrier of some sort to make sure no fists would fly.

“Rafe, I promise that I’ll be back soon but I gotta help JJ with something first.” You told him gently, suddenly aware of how quickly this situation could escalate considering this was a party and there was definitely some alcohol consumed by both boys.

“What? Do I gotta get hit by my dad too so I can have some time with you?” Rafe spat.

Your hand came to your mouth as your eyes widened. You couldn’t believe Rafe would say that.

JJ stared at Rafe as he kissed his teeth before turning to look at you. “I don’t think you should be hanging out with Rafe for the rest of the night, Y/N. He’s high and he’s enough of an asshat when he’s sober so god only knows what the hell is going to go down when he’s higher than a damn kite. I don’t want to risk you being around that.”

Your gaze shifted to Rafe and saw his expression flicker from anger to hurt for a second before shifting back to anger. “Maybe she shouldn’t hang out with you ever again JJ considering all the trouble you get into. I don’t want to turn on my tv one day to find out one of my best friends is dead in a ditch because you decided to do something stupid and drag her along.”

JJ laughed. “Says the guy who is friends with Barry, the most dangerous drug dealer in town. You put her life at risk every time you screw him over.”

You sighed and rubbed your temples. “Please stop.” The two arguing boys looked over at you as Topper and Kelce kept observing the situation. “JJ, We’ll talk more tomorrow. I’m going to take Rafe home.”

JJ looked between you and Rafe before sighing, running one of his hands through his hair before nodding. “Yeah. Alright. Be safe and text me when you get home so I know you made it back safely.”

“Yeah. Of course.” You wrapped your arms around his neck and his went around your waist for your goodbye hug. “Everything's going to work out in the end, mkay?” You whispered. He nodded, squeezing you a little before letting go. You turned towards Rafe and let out a breath.”Let's get you home, Cameron.”

You held out your hand for the keys to his truck as you, Rafe, Kelce, and Topper all made your way back to where the cars had been parked. “Do you two need a lift back as well?” You asked Kelce and Topper, trying to tell them that you and Rafe needed to have a one on one conversation.

And by some miracle, Kelce seemed to pick up on that because he immediately turned Topper into the direction of the beer pong table and went “Hey, isn’t that Chrissy. I still owe her a beer pong match.” And ushered the slightly confused blonde towards the direction of this person named Chrissy.

You walked to Rafe’s truck and climbed into the driver’s seat as he climbed into the passenger, both of you feeling strange sitting in the seats the other would usually sit in.

You weren’t going to lie, you were a little scared to drive Rafe’s truck considering your car was a 2002 Chevrolet Prizm and, let’s be real, there is quite the size difference between a truck and a little old car like that, but you would rather drive a vehicle you weren’t exactly used to than let Rafe drive while under the influence.

You started the car and carefully pulled onto the street, making your way towards your house since your family was on a weekend trip on the mainland, one that you politely declined because you did not want to share a hotel room with your two younger siblings and your parents, and you especially did not want to either share a bed with your siblings or sleep on one of the chairs like you had done countless times before.

About ten minutes into the twenty-minute drive, you heard Rafe mumble something.

“I’m sorry?” You asked, glancing over at him.

“I said you missed the turn.” He repeated, slightly louder this time and referring to the road you needed to get to Tanneyhill.

“I was thinking we could stay at mine tonight, bud.”

Rafe tapped his finger against his thigh as he nodded, becoming nervous at how quiet the ride had been thus far and how you hadn’t even yelled at him on his behavior towards JJ. At how he completely ruined your night just because you were checking up on one of your friends like you always did.

You were there for Topper and Sarah both when they broke up, JJ when things got bad with his dad, Kie when she felt so overwhelmed with the kook life and the expectations, John B with DCS, Pope while he was stressing about his scholarship, Kelce when he felt like he wasn’t good enough and, of course, Rafe with his drug habit.

You should be pissed at him right now for getting mad at you helping out a friend.

You were five minutes away from your house that sat on the edge of the Cut when the silence became too much for Rafe and he snapped. “Can you just fucking yell at me already and get it over with!”

You jumped slightly at the sudden outburst before glancing over at him. “Why would I yell at you?”

You had yet to yell at any of your friends, even when they were being childish and very anti-pogue or anti-kook.

“Because we should still be at the boneyard, dancing, getting drunk and whatnot but instead you’re here, driving me back to your house because JJ and I had a spat.”

You shrugged. “Am I upset that you dragged me away from a serious conversation with J? Of course. But if you think I’m going to yell at you for it, then you really must be high.”

“I’m not that high. JJ was being dramatic back there. I had two lines, that’s it. Two lines barely does anything for me anymore.” He muttered.

You pulled into your driveway and parked his truck next to your car before turning off the engine, turning to face Rafe. “Why did you say that, Rafe?”

A confused look crossed his face. “Cause it doesn’t…” He replied slowly, thinking you were talking about his comment about the lines.

“No. Why did you say, in front of JJ, that thing about having to have your dad hit you too in order to get some time with me?” Rafe’s gaze dropped to the floor and he fiddled with his fingers, shrugging in response. “You do know, Rafe. It wasn’t just to get under his skin this time.” Your voice was soft as you spoke, scared that anything louder would spook him and put him on defense. “What’s wrong, bud?”

“It’s nothing.”

“It’s not nothing if it’s bothering you.” You unbuckled your seatbelt and turned your entire body to face him.

He sighed. “I just feel like every time I need to talk to you about something that happened with my dad, something else always comes up with JJ and his dad that involves you having to go patch him up or something. I’ve maybe talked to you twice about something that went down with dad.” He whispered.

“Rafe, just because I go to help JJ, doesn’t mean you can’t text me to come over after and talk to me about your problems.” You explained.

“I just don’t want you to get overwhelmed with everything. I feel like everyone goes to you for their issues and I don't want to add on to whatever stress you're already dealing with."

You sat there in silence for a few seconds.

"Is that why you turn to coke? You feel like you can't talk about your problems to anyone or you feel like a burden if you try to?"

Rafe shrugged. "I don't really know. It's an escape from everything, I guess."

“Oh, Rafe,” You leaned over his center console and wrapped your arms around him.

That’s all it took for Rafe to lose any composure he had, breaking down and letting out everything he had bottled up right there in your driveway.

You sat there in his truck, stretched over his center console as you hugged him, listening to him as he spoke through his sobs, your hand rubbing his back in soothing circles.

"I wish I wasn't such a fuck-up." He sniffed when he had finished.

"You're not a fuck-up, Rafe."

"Yes, I am."

"Stop talking about yourself like that, Rafe. I hate it when you put yourself down.”

“Sorry,” He mumbled, “I just wish I was better. Is that better? I wish I was more like Sarah. I wish I was the son dad wanted."

You pulled away from him. "Everyone has their flaws, bud. You can always get help and I'll always be here for you through the ups and the downs. You know that right?" Rafe nodded. “Feel a little better?”

“Yeah.”

You smiled at him before opening your door and hopping out. “Let’s get you to bed then.”

Rafe followed your actions and as he stood behind you, waiting for you to unlock the front door, he spoke so quietly you almost didn’t hear him.

“Can you come with me tomorrow? To get help?” He was staring at the ground, shifting his weight from one foot to the other.

You looked back at him as you opened the door. “Absolutely.”

****

You stood outside with Topper and Kelce, nervously fiddling with the ring you had with your finger as you waited for Rafe.

Three months had passed since he entered rehab and you had visited him a couple of times during his stay but not as often as you had liked considering you still had school and work.

Your head whipped up when you heard footsteps approaching your small group and you grinned when you saw Rafe

You let Topper and Kelce greet him first as you took in the small amount of stubble on his face and his slightly longer hair. Rafe pulled away from the two boys before walking over to you and engulfing you in a hug. You immediately reciprocated the action, smiling as you did. “You look pretty damn good, bud.” You told him. “I feel pretty damn good.” He answered back, pulling away as he held you an arm’s length away. “Any girls or guys I should know about that have magically appeared in these past three months?” You laughed as you shook your head. “No. No girls or guys you need to worry about.”

Rafe made a noise of approval before turning to face the entire group. “Just so we're clear… I call shotgun.”

You and Kelce both groaned as you all walked to Topper's car, Rafe grinning as he yanked open the passenger door. As you buckled in, Topper started the car. “Alright. What are we doing so I know where I'm going?” “As much as I would love to join you, I promised my parents I would watch the twins while they went out shopping for my birthday present.” You stated. Kelce made a face. “Shouldn't they go with your parents to get you a gift?” “Here's the thing about my brother and sister, they get distracted easily and have to constantly be reminded by my parents that they are not here for them, so mom and dad have found it easier to leave them at home with me and just find a gift that they can just say is from everyone.” You explained as Topper headed towards your house. Rafe shrugged. “Fine by us. That leaves us alone to discuss your gift.” He smirked as he looked back at you. You rolled your eyes. “You don't have to get me anything.”

“We know but we want to.” Topper’s eyes met yours through the rearview mirror. “Fine but if I end up spending my birthday in the hospital, you three are paying the bill.”

Kelce, Rafe, and Topper all saluted you, causing you to roll your eyes once more before the conversation turned to catching Rafe up on everything that had happened while he was gone.

The three boys all waved goodbye to you before waving to the twins who were looking out the window.

“So where are we going? The mall? That little boutique she likes?” Topper reversed out of the driveway before glancing at his two friends. “TanneyhillWheezie. I need to grab my wallet and I'm hoping Sarah's there.”

Kelce and Topper stared at the older boy in shock, never having heard those words come out of Rafe's mouth before. Kelce leaned forward and placed the back of his hand on Rates forehead. “You feeling okay, man?”

Rafe swatted his hand away. “Just drive to Tanneyhill.”

Topper did as he was told, driving the route he knew all too well. Rafe was out of the car before Topper had fully stopped, heading straight into the extravagant house and up the stairs. He stopped in front of Wheezie's door and knocked on it, only for it to open seconds later. “Hey,” He greeted. Wheezie's face lit up at the sight of her brother and she tackled him in a hug, causing him to stumble a little. “Damn, Wheezie. Did you join the football team while I was gone?” he laughed, wrapping his arms around her. “Did you get my letters?” She queried, looking up at him. He nodded. “All thirty-six and a half of them.”

“I sent you thirty-seven.”

“Didn't anybody tell you that if you send someone a letter and it only fills half the page, it only counts as half?” Wheezie rolled her eyes. “Whatever. The main thing is your back and now I don't have to write letters anymore. I can just text you.”

Rafe laughed as he let go of her. “Fair enough. how are you? Has dad been giving you a hard time?” he dropped his voice down, not knowing where his dad was. “Not really. He didn't like it when I asked about you though. I once asked if we could visit you and you would've thought I told him I was pregnant and dropping out of school.” Wheezie casted her gaze down to the floor. “I had to have Topper or Kelce send out the letters for me because dad ripped up the first one I wrote you. It was like he wanted to wash you from everyone's memory. He even yelled at Sarah when she told him that it was pretty fucked up to rip up the letter when I was just trying to stay in touch with you through a hard time.”

“I'm sorry, Wheeze.”

She shrugged. “It’s fine. At least you’re back.”

Rafe gave her a small smile. “Is Sarah home or out?”

“Her room. Kie’s over though.”

“Thanks. I’ll catch up with you later. We’ll watch a movie or play a game or something.”

His half-sister nodded before heading back into her room, closing the door behind her.

“That was the cutest thing ever. She almost makes me wish I had a little sister. Almost.” Topper said from behind Rafe, causing him to jump a little.

He pushed past his two friends to head towards his sister’s room, knocking on the doorframe as he peeked in.

Sarah and Kie both looked towards the door from whatever show they were watching and Sarah gave him a smile. “Howdy, howdy. You’re back.”

“Yeah and we all need to talk. That means your boyfriend and his friends too.”

“Cutting straight to the point, I see. Why do we all need to talk?” Sarah questioned.

“Because it involves Y/N and her birthday.”

“We already got her a gift,” Kie stated, turning her attention back to the tv.

“That’s great and all but I think she’d like to have all her friends together on her actual birthday than have to spend it splitting the time between her friends cause she’s scared they’re going to turn it into a battle of who’s the better friend group.” Rafe looked between the two girls.

“Rafe, buddy, I love you and all but what the hell is bringing JJ, John B, and Pope over going to do? It’s going to end horribly.” Kelce spoke up.

“We’re all going to have a nice little chat and sort out our differences even if it takes all night and watching a movie with Wheezie.”

Kie sighed. “She did once tell me it’d be nice if she could hang out with everyone at once, she just doesn’t want to make things worse between the two groups.”

Sarah picked up her phone. “I’ll call John B and tell him I need help moving something and that he should bring Pope and JJ to help."

Within twenty minutes, three sets of footsteps were sounding throughout the house as the three boys thundered up the stairs.

"Alright, we better be getting lunch for doing this." JJ stopped in his tracks when he saw the three kook boys. "And I'll be leaving now. I'll just have a peanut butter sandwich for lunch instead." He said, turning around to leave.

"Oh no, you're not. You three are going to join this therapy session whether you guys like it or not." Sarah stared at them as she stood up, beckoning them inside.

"I would just like to point out that any 'therapy session' with him, usually ends with fists." John B pointed towards Rafe.

"Believe it or not, Rafe suggested this," Sarah informed her boyfriend.

"And that's not the least bit suspicious to you."

"If you three want to do something nice for Y/N/N this year for her birthday, you'll sit your asses down and participate." Kie glared at her three friends. The pogues exchanged looks and Kie snapped. "Sit!"

"Sitting." JJ flopped onto the desk chair as Pope and John B filed in, Sarah closing the door behind them.

***

A week later, you waited for your parents by the door, your younger siblings next to you as you three slowly grew hungrier waiting for your parents to make sure they had everything they needed.

"By the time you two are done, the day's going to end and we'll have to wait until next year to celebrate Y/N's birthday," Sammy called out.

"Yeah. And then you'll need to have two cakes. One for her seventeenth birthday and one for her eighteenth." Alex added.

You rolled your eyes but couldn't help complaining yourself. "Seriously. Can we go? You said that if we didn't leave now then everything would go to shit and that was ten minutes ago!"

"Okay, okay!" Your dad and mom came rushing out and you all exited the house. "I thought I raised you three to have some patience."

"Well, when you say 'don't have any snacks between now and dinner' and your kids listen for once, your children aren't going to have a lot of patience." You patted his back before taking your spot in between the twins in the backseat.

As you drove to The Wreck, you continued asking what the surprise was.

"Is the family visiting from Wisconsin?"

Your mom shook her head. "Just wait and see."

Alex leaned over. "Trust me when I say that you wouldn't guess it in a million years." Your brother grinned.

"Welp, here's high hopes but something I wouldn't guess in a million years, did you get me a Ferrari?"

"Hell no. I'll get a Ferrari before you do." Your dad shot at you as your family pulled into the parking lot of The Wreck.

You followed your family inside, Mr.Carrera wishing you a happy birthday as you passed him, and just about passed out from what you saw.

Gathered around the table, laughing and chatting as if they were all old friends, were your two friend groups.

"Oh my God. I think I'm hallucinating. Dad, you might have to take me to the hospital."

"There she is! The birthday girl. Welcome to the seventeen club!" JJ hollered.

You rolled your eyes as you walked over, your family following as you went around and hugged everyone. "What the hell got all of you to hold hands and have a civil conversation?"

"You'd be surprised how therapeutic hitting someone with a pillow can be," Pope commented.

"You will also be surprised at how quickly a bunch of teenagers will bond together to make sure a thirteen-year-old doesn't win monopoly," Kelce added.

Your brows furrowed in confusion and Topper smiled. "The point is, we all have reconciled and you do not have to worry about someone bouncing someone's head off a wall on purpose."

You nodded slowly before taking a seat in between Pope and Sarah. "I think I've entered an alternate universe."

"Trust me, you haven't." Mr.Carrera reassured you as he brought over the cake.

The group sang happy birthday and you smiled before blowing out the candles, your dad and Mr.Carrera beginning to slice the cake after the candles were removed.

"Alright, so who was the mastermind? It has to be one of the reasonable ones." You took your plate from your dad as you looked around the group, grabbing a fork. "Unless it was one of these two which I wouldn't doubt if they managed to lock you all in a pantry or something one day." You motioned to your brother and sister with your fork.

"Actually, it was Rafe."

You looked at Kie before turning your attention to the guy across from you who shrugged. "It was nothing."

You shook your head. "Well, I'm just going to say it right now, don’t be offended if I don't love your gifts cause all of you together takes the cake for the best gift."

"Wow. Cheesy much." John B teased.

You went to respond but heard a whistle cause the whole group to turn towards the noise. Your mom stood with a camera in her hands, a smile plastered on her face.

"Alright. All of you together for a picture now because two groups have become one and this must be documented or no one will believe it."

You all moved around slightly so everyone could be seen and smiled, listening to the click of the camera that told you the photo was taken.

You leaned across the table towards Rafe. "Thank you."

"No. Thank you."

~~~~~

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2x11 The Witch's Quickening

Hey Arthur, remember last time you were on a manhunt in Camelot and it led you to Morgana's chambers, and she talked you out of searching them and later admitted that she'd been hiding a fugitive in there? Have you learned NOTHING

And Merlin too, he doesn't like, double back and confront Morgana or suggest Arthur do that?

Why is Arthur yelling at Merlin so much in this? Who wrote this episode.

::Coin watch the show instead of playing on her phone challenge::

Morgana being manipulated by a nine year old

Why is Arthur insulting the food as if Merlin cooked it himself? Every other meal he brings up is from the palace kitchens but on this occasion Merlin cooked himself? Ok.

Even the fkin dragon is OOC in this ep

Morgana is so much more intelligent than this.

Gaius needs to bring this to Uther in the throne room like a member of the public? He couldn't get a private audience with the king? Ok.

I really don't remember this episode being so terrible, maybe I'm in a bad mood.

You know, not for nothing, but from Mordred's perspective Merlin is being an absolute dick, not only siding with the oppressor but actively working to sabotage their plans and hurt their people. As we, the audience, are privy to the reasons behind this, WE don't necessarily questions Merlin's actions, WE know he's after the crystal because he's trying to prevent Mordred and Morgana from teaming up and bringing harm to Arthur - that's all good and well but like... Merlin could never bring himself to kill Mordred because he's just a boy, but yet he's allowed the boy to go off and become somewhat radicalized (I say 'somewhat' because honestly, it's not all that radical to plot to overthrow the king that has been waging a genocidal war against your people for twenty fucking years) without ever trying to bring him into the fold. If Merlin had explained his and Arthur's destinies to the boy, made an argument for waiting out Uther's reign in the hope that Arthur's reign will bring peace and magic back to Camelot, but which may not happen if he sees his father killed by sorcerers, and explained his reasons for hiding who he is from Morgana, regardless of Mordred's ultimate destiny to be Arthur's doom, Merlin would've at least had a shot at cultivating an alliance or at very least an understanding between them. Instead, all Mordred sees is this supremely powerful sorcerer who isn't even a druid, serving the very people that would bring an end to their entire race if they could. Although, it seems as tho Mordred has forgotten who exactly snuck him out of the castle and back to the druid camp in three first place. Makes you wonder if Morgana never explained to him that she was believed to have been kidnapped when they found her with the druids last time, and that she went along with that lie for her own safety.

Tl;dr: communication is important kids!

Do I even need to point out how much sense Morgana's little tiff with Uther did not make? Or her sudden distrust of Gwen? If anything she should think Gwen would be an ally considering a) her father was killed by Uther, as an innocent victim of Uther's war on magic, b) Gwen was party to Morgana's previous involvement in aiding and abetting a druid fugitive, c) Gwen L-I-T-E-R-A-L-L-Y sacrificed herself to save Morgana from Hengist's men, the is zero reason to question Guinevere's loyalty to Morgana, and d) Gwen has never said a WORD against sorcery or hinted at any kind of prejudice against druids or anyone with magic.

I looked up the writing credit for this, it's Jake Michie who is also credited with some fantastic episodes like Lancelot, Beauty and the beast, and the Lamia to name a few. It was directed by Alice Troughton who has also done some good eps, including other eps written by Jake Michie, so like I really don't understand what went wrong here.

Oh God there's a commentary track on this episode. I don't wannnnnaaaaaa but maybe I'll learn something, like why it turned out the way it did.

Commentary by Julian Murphy, Alice Troughton, and Katie. I do not have high hopes.

Katie right off the bat explaining shit that's important to note, God I love her on these tracks. Apparently, this was one of the last things to be shot (Merlin films everything out of order and films several episodes concurrently, depending on filming location.) and it was being shot while three other episodes were being wrapped up - so they had FOUR episodes filming concurrently and a lot of THIS episode was directed by Julian Murphy, and Jeremy shot some of it as well. This COULD explain a lot of the inconsistency, but I question how much since Julian seems to be involved in filming lots of scenes in lots of episodes. But I guess it's possible that just that on top of the rush to finish and the pressure of so many spinning plates in the air right at the end. They've just said that for this episode they had the least amount of days to shoot it out of all the episodes they've done, which is partly why they had so much going at once. It's as good a reason as any to explain it being so off, but I don't really see that explaining the wildly off characterization.

Katie going on the whole thing about Alvarr-as-revolutionary and Alice picks up on Morgana's sort of desire to be in that position and they're having a quite meaningful discussion then Julian:I think she just thinks he's hot 🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️

Katie says the script changed a lot even as it was filming, and that things were being changed as it was filmed so I'm kind of thinking for whatever reason this entire thing was a mess and that's why it came across looking so disjointed to me.

At least Julian realize the soup scene was terrible.

Idk why they're ganging up on Katie over the chemistry between her and Alvarr. She says she wasn't playing it that way and that she wasn't feeling it and they're just like "yea uh huh sure."

They're talking about having two units filming like a few feet away from each other in the forest, while there is another two units going in France.

Julian says they had added Alvarr's girlfriend in because they wanted to dramatize his charisma and calculation... but it's not manipulation - ?????????? Someone get the man a dictionary. 'We added a random blonde in four him to kiss so that the audience knows he's got a girl already, who sees him working his charm on Morgana and comments on it 'you played her well', but Alvarr isn't actually manipulative' ??????????

They've just pointed out two entire significant beats within a sequence that was constructed on set and off script. Arthur's confrontation with Alvarr in the forest and Merlin's slow motion tracking the crystal to show its got a powerful draw. The more they describe the specifics of filming the more it sounds like an utter disaster which kind of makes me feel bad for being so harsh on the episode.

I keep having to rewind to focus on what they're saying and I feel like I've been watching this episode for about 4 hours.

Awkward bit of prop-exposure there. Trying to work out what LK could even stand for.

Idk everyone's really happy with this scene between Morgana and Uther and I'm still sitting here thinking the dialogue was utterly ridiculous.

They talked about changing that final scene, where Uther clearly knows/suspects it was Morgana who helped Alvarr escape, so that it doesn't prematurely push the story too far ahead. They cut a look Morgana gives Merlin which, rightfully so, because it would've been too much too soon. The ending to this episode still feels wholly unsatisfying to me. I understand the little tag with the dragon yelling for Merlin to release him, I don't mean that, but the ending to the main story where Alvarr just escapes and Uther not only accepts that but also accepts that Morgana must've helped him. Overall Uther's been entirely sort of neutered throughout this episode, which I understand that partially has to do with it being Morgana, but like, in previous episodes when she's been so defiant against him, he's had her by the throat and locked her in a dungeon overnight. So I just doubt understand him being so subdued here, especially since he directly threatened her when he found pr Mordred escaped, and now another druid's escaped and he essentially knows she was involved given how she spoke to him, yet he doesn't do anything? Just wildly inconsistent behavior.

Anyway apologies for overanalyzing this episode, I realize I tore it apart pretty thoroughly during the commentary and the post became quite long. I wish there was a way to add a cut on mobile but there isn't. I'll have the S2 finale post up in a few hours - I might hold off on posting until I've watched the extras, I didn't do that for S1 but then I felt the extras didn't quite warrant a whole post on their own, so I might just tack on any thoughts I have to the 2x12 post. We'll see.

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arielmagicesi · 2 years

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Hi! I saw you react on a post from Writing of Color about an Iranian Jewish character.

I am part Iranian Jewish myself (part Iranian, whole Jewish) and I am kinda disconnected from this part of my heritage, are you willing to teach me a little about it, like what kind of behaviour is excepted and what kind of food and holiday traditions are there?

If you wanna talk in private messages instead just tell me and I'll go off anon and do it.

If you don't wanna answer at all, no pressure.

Have a happy Hanukkah!

I am so sorry for taking like a MONTH to respond... I honestly don't know if I can do this, because I'm also fairly disconnected from my culture. I was born in New Jersey and the Iranian side of my family all live in Queens/Long Island, Israel, or England. I'm pretty sure no one from my family is left in Iran, they all escaped during the revolution in the 70s. My dad married an Ashkenazi Jew (my mom) and we left the insular community to live in New Jersey. When I was a kid, we went to my grandma's house every Shabbat, but now as an adult and during COVID, we're pretty disconnected. I don't speak Farsi (outside a very small handful of phrases) and since I'm a vegetarian (aka traitorous to my culture lol), I only eat some of the traditional foods, and since I'm like a weird fucked-up lesbian, I'm sorta out of place with my dad's family. Like I really wish I was more connected to my Iranian culture, but doing that would mean having to go to cursed parties that last 100 hours and I have to wear 'modest' feminine clothes and barely understand the language and barely be able to eat anything and be hounded about getting a husband and how Biden or whoever is ruining America by letting immigrants live (never mind that my entire family is immigrants, but OK) and letting gay and trans people exist (never mind that I am right there in front of their face)... SO that is my paltry excuse for being an assimilated little bitch or whatever... if I properly cared, I suppose I'd call my grandma more often, I guess, or try to learn Farsi, or be able to cook rice without burning it or turning it into a soup (literally I can cook other stuff so well but I fuck up making rice properly, it's like I'm cursed).

ANYWAY. So yeah, my need to spill out all my trauma there is proooooobably why I procrastinated answering your ask but seriously, anon, I am sorry for procrastinating.

That being said, there's probably SOME questions I can answer, or at least point you to useful resources? I know the most about the Mashadi community, because that's where my family is from. I know a bit about our holiday traditions, food, some phrases like I said, and a bit about our history in Mashad. I also did some research on Iranian art in college for an Islamic art history class, so I know a little about rugs and mosque architecture and illustrations for the Shahnahmeh? if that's useful... And I could always ask my dad or my grandma. So definitely feel free to private message me

Sorry for telling my whole life story ahahaha I have no filter and the COVID cabin fever is driving me insane. Thanks for reaching out

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Book Review of Your Care Plan: A Nurses' Guide to Healthy Living

Julia Buss, saysit best in her book, Your Care Plan, when she said, "Medical caretakers are beyond question specialists at really focusing on others, yet are not generally specialists at caring for themselves." Bay Area Brand Videographer

Julia's book utilizes the layout. Choose.

"D= Detect in the event that you disapprove of your way of life.

E= Estimate how might affect you. You could be putting yourself in danger for genuine disease, or even unexpected passing.

C= Choose your result. Would you like to get thinner, or practice or both?

I= Identify what you will do to make changes.

D= Do it.

E= Evaluate your advancement. Celebrate and award yourself" (page 5).

I enjoyed the self evaluation in the section, Detect your concern. She offers the right responses front and center. Actually, it assists me with having the appropriate responses after I do the self test. That way I'm not one-sided by what the appropriate response ought to be - yet am truly noting how it is intended for me.

Julia offers seven incredible inquiries for you to think about. Space to compose the responses to the contemplative inquiries would have been useful to me. I like to return later and perceive how I've changed or developed or recognize in case I'm actually doing what I've generally done (be it solid or unfortunate).

In the section named, Estimate the Risk, Buss audits the terrifying realities of overweight - corpulence, idleness, abundance liquor, and tobacco use and openness to used smoke. I would urge perusers to write in the current date and add their weight file (BMI) and their midriff estimations not too far off is the book on page 19. Then, at that point in one, three, six, nine months and one year return to the book and see the improvement have made by following your consideration plan. Julia has a far reaching yet concise posting and clarification of the multitude of dangers of the four regions tended to. It is edifying to allow the peruser to list the ones he/she can consider and afterward add the data. As medical attendants' we know the data anyway it would serve to support any dangers we don't promptly think about when settling on life choices.

Our Bodies, Our Behaviors, and the Environment, surveys hereditary qualities, epigenetics (natural impacts) organic chemistry, stress, image (social impacts) and our environmental elements are investigated. I was new to the expression "image" so discovered this data extremely fascinating and useful.

Julia audits the rules and the primary concerns environmental factors food, sugar, starches, fiber, salt, fats, protein, meat, water, supplements, natural, fish, chocolate (my undisputed top choice), exercise, liquor and tobacco. She has chosen the most fitting hotspots for the rules and has attempted to make them significant by giving guides to make an interpretation of the rules into lay terms.

The sugar data is ample, similar to our utilization and provoked me to peruse the marks on various things in my cooler and cupboards. The fiber rule of "14 grams for every 1,000 calories burned-through" for me required an extra model as I can't exactly picture what that is advising me. Since I'm a veggie lover I realize that I get a lot of fiber however as a medical caretaker I experience issues making an interpretation of this to customers/patients. She makes reference to the Monterey Bay Aquarium's site as having an accommodating aide on fish. Here is the url for the site:

The following section, Take Action for Health presents a similarity that is imaginative and intriguing. Thinking about your body and your decisions during your life as a pilot contemplates his plane and his security during his flight. Julia talks about our individual decisions and urges perusers to record in a scratch pad. This is an amazing procedure as I find that recording things truly assists you with recognizing the issue and assists you with meeting your objectives in the event that you distinguish regions requiring change.

Concerning exercise rules and primary concerns I observe the pedometer to be a truly significant instrument to assist individuals with acquiring more exercise in their life. Estimating steps energizes and spur taking considerably more.

Buss proposes incredible thoughts, my idea is to dispense with, "attempt". I find that when individuals say they are going to "attempt to shed pounds", or "attempt to stop smoking", or "attempt to..." they are really saying, "No". By basically disposing of "attempt" the suggestions are more straightforward and incredible. For instance, "...take time for yourself,...Share the training of...Use another formula... on page 93 rather than "attempt to take some time,...try sharing the practice...try another formula".

For stress decrease at home or at work I would unequivocally suggest utilizing the Employee Assistance Program (EAP) offered by your manager on the off chance that one exists. I have discovered this incredibly significant. Likewise, conversing with the Human Resources expert may likewise be compelling in the event that you have business related issues that you need help with settling.

Buss incorporates simple plans and as a non cook I do accept these to be simple as well as speedy. For medical caretakers in the wake of a monotonous day at work, ordinarily 12 hours, it's ideal to have the option to return home and make a speedy and simple feast, and a delectable one at that.

Obviously as a non cook - I need a little explanation. Am I truly searching for stones (as in rocks) or lentils that have solidified. I likewise need to know sweating an onion - is that like sauté. As you can see-I genuinely am not a cook!

Julia's partners have taken part through formula entries and Jean's brief pea and mint soup sounds flawless. I will submit it to the cooks where I work and check whether they'll check it out.

The noodle soup sounds divine with udon noodles, vegetable stock, low sodium soy sauce, sesame oil, shitake mushrooms and tofu. Awesome! As a vegan I'm continually searching for plans that offer veggie lover alternatives. On the off chance that you lean toward you can utilize chicken stock. I will attempt this formula this end of the week simply need to get some sesame oil and shitake mushrooms.

Under plates of mixed greens Julia offers two of her #1 serving of mixed greens dressings. Balsamic and olive oil and Lemon and olive oil. According to an altering point of view I would have put the two serving of mixed greens dressings in total agreement as the lemon and olive oil is on the following page with green plate of mixed greens and beet salad. Or on the other hand numbered them. The two dressings sound light, yummy and solid.

In this day of pre-arranged food varieties she has a simple pasta with pureed tomatoes. So rather than purchasing containers of Prego or Classico this pureed tomatoes would be new and unique.

Under pastries she suggests an organic product salad. My extra proposal is to freeze new organic products throughout the mid year and afterward throw them frozen into a serving bowl. Eat them for dessert after they have thawed out on your table. In addition to the fact that they are heavenly they make a flawless highlight on your table while they thaw out with every one of the shades of the berries, peaches,...using whatever organic products you like.

Buss' assets are fantastic and far reaching. I learned of two destinations that I was new to. I have now added them to my own asset list.

All through the book the photos are pleasantly done and add to the awesome show of each page.

Julia likewise tosses in some fun United Kingdom idioms, for example, has now and really grasped (page 35) , brimming with beans (page 96) and sprinkling out on a meat thermometer (page 127) which adds her novel voice to a reality filled book.

By and large, I thought this was elegantly composed, brimming with extraordinary data, and an asset that medical attendants can use in their own life just as offer with others. Non medical caretakers will discover this book accommodating just as they find out about solid decisions they can make.

Kay Rosenthal PhD, RN Director Options for Healthy Living Inc. offers wellbeing schooling programs and explored this book and thought that it is extremely enlightening and supportive actually and expertly. Julia Buss RN, MS is the writer of Your Care Plan: A medical caretaker's manual for sound living, which was checked on by Kay Rosenthal in the above article.

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I'm curious, what are you most attracted to in your partners? Is it similar traits in all of them or different ones like their sense of humour etc.? Sorry if this is a weird question but you've said before you like when people ask about them so I thought I would.

i was so excited to get this and then forgot to answer it :/ im an idiot

also gonna put this under a cut cause this is gonna be hella long cause im a fucking romantic dork

god though i could wax poetic. they’re all so lovely. like they have traits in common but also are unique. they all have brown eyes but theyre unique. like my husband has these eyes that remind me of warm chocolate. like a chocolate fountain kind of warm chocolate. dark and smooth but reflect the light. my wife’s have tinges of gold in the irises like flecks of gold leaf. and theres a dark ring around the pupil and one around the edge of the iris. theyre fucking magical

my boyfriend’s eyes are almost black and very deep. darker than the night sky and full of warmth and mischief. but its like theyre never ending, like he can see the innermost parts of whoever he’s looking at, like your soul is written on your forehead

lmao i love eyes can you tell

they all have these goddamned sinful eyelashes and my boyfriend’s are the longest. theyre as dark as his eyes and when he’s embarrassed, he gets all shy and they brush against his cheekbones like how dare you sir. how dare you be beautiful even when youre embarrassed. i look like a fucking tomato. rude

my husband’s look gold at the tips with the way the light catches them. like yknow how fake eyelashes have purple or red at the tips? like that except gold. like what??? the fuck??? rude

they all have very soft hair though my boyfriend’s is the longest. i cant wait to get with him irl again cause i wanna braid it. he’s got a bony face and it frames it so well. it’s so dark brown its almost black and it’s fun to see him try to sweep it out of his face cause he refuses to tie it up

my husband has these wild curls. we were looking up how to take care of them and that’s how we found out hes ethnically jewish. (which makes sense considering he’s german) they get so thick and heavy and they’re so soft and lovely to nap in. which i do on a semi regular basis. its so soft and lovely and i love when he grows it out. he just doesn’t look right with shorter hair. and he has this beard that grows funny, makes him look like jedidiah if yknow what i mean. he has such a baby face without it and he loves beard scritches it’s so cute how happy he gets

bluh im bouncing all over the place i just??? love them?????? so??????????? much???????????????? there’s so much to talk about!!!

so i guess i’ll just try and make a list of the things i love about them

husband:

cheerful, bubbly, very sunny personality. the human incarnation of a very excited dog (which can be A Lot sometimes)

extremely kind. would give you the shirt off his back. often laments that he stopped carrying cash years ago every time he sees somebody who could use some despite the fact that we’re always broke

a proper southern gentleman??? like im fat so im used to people not holding doors open for me fucking ever and being really goddamned rude in general. he ALWAYS holds doors open for me, opens the car door for me both to get in and out of the car, and gets pouty if i try and carry my own bag. it’s so sweet??? ive literally never had that before and even after three and a half years, it’s still so charming

he will do literally anything the fuck i ask. he’ll say no and im like oh ok and he’ll tease like “finally! i said no! and got away with it!” just to make me giggle and then does it anyway

on this note, he also always cooks as much as absolutely possible. even though his spine gives him problems, he does his best to keep me off my leg

he’s always so concerned about my well being. like if there’s not a disability cart at the front of a store, he makes me sit down while he goes and chases one down. if im stiffer than usual due to a cold front, he’ll remind me to take pain meds every four hours

he’s trying to learn japanese because he knows i dont have anybody to practice with here in the states. just for me and not any other reason

adores animals. even if he finds a dog annoying, he’ll still fawn over it and give it as many pets as it wants and won't ever snap at it even if anybody else would. he’s got these large hands and he’s kind of clumsy but this goes away around animals. he’s just so careful and gentle like i never ever worry

drags me out of my introverted cave because he knows social interaction is also good

has introduced me to some of my favorite books and video games because he’s verious conscious about what somebody likes and works to be like “hey, i think youd like this” and is almost always correct??? amazing

has 0 sense of style but doesnt mind somebody who knows better keeping him from absolute disaster

dude is a damned good cook. ive gained like at least a solid 25 pounds since he moved in and started cooking regularly

SPEAKING OF COOKING, we met on the tail end of my anorexia when i was doing my best to recover and still slipping up. he never made me feel bad about it but always encouraged me to eat. he eats SO much (think shaggy rogers) that i always felt comfortable eating in front of him. he always reminds me to eat and asks if ive eaten that day. honestly, i wouldnt be at this level of recovery if it hadnt been for him

is amazing at caling me down holy fuck

wife:

met her first, of the three of them, ironically so ive known her the longest but been with her the shortest. we dated a few months in hs but there was a chick she wanted to date like right there (and i was in japan) so i was like oh go for it. well, they broke up and we got back together and it’s been lovely ever since

she has this snorting laugh that’s adorable to listen to and it makes me feel more comfortable laughing (because i think i sound like a damn goose)

SHE HAS SO MANY GODDAMNED FRECKLES ON HER CUTE LITTLE FACE THEY’RE ADORABLE AND AMAZING AND VERY FUN TO KISS BECAUSE SHE SQUIRMS

she has a goddamned button nose for chrissakes

and these really wide hips too like i felt bad about my hips years ago cause theyre p wide but shes adorable and has wide hips too. she kinda made me love them (even though hers are better)

she’s genderfluid so i get to be gay all across the gender spectrum (im agender) and she’s so beautiful and handsome and v amazing

we were both homestuck fans at the height of it (like we still are) but her cosplays are just really well done??? shes so talented

OH MY GOD SHE MAKES THIE CHICKEN SOUP WITH HOMEMADE NOODLES I WOULD SLAP AN OLD LADY FOR

i dont know about the rest of her cooking (sadly) due to limited time around each other but i cant fucking wait tbh. her cookies kill me tho i love them

an amazing fashion sense. im a dumpster compared to her

an amazing writer and artist and i die every time she sends me something like my soul fucking ascends

she loved me BEFORE meds which i think is amazing. like what a lovely human being yknow? im a dick without meds and she loved me anyway and i love that about her

she speaks german and she makes it sound beautiful and i cry

her singing voice is so angelic and it kills me when she sings because everybody should hear this lovely person sing

she is hyper empathetic and it makes her so lovely and kind and wonderful. she completely understands how i feel about things and why even when no one else does and is very good at de-escalating me when im upset

we’ve just known each other for something like 7 years now? like i dated her post my abusive ex and she lit up my whole world with happiness at being treated well. then her ex was abusive and just... we get each other? in a way where her husband and my other two partners dont. its a pain the others dont understand so we go to each other during these times of pain in a way we cant with other people. it’s a very special connection

she’s a goddamned goof and i love it

my boyfriend:

motherfucker is so skinny which is the opposite of me and for some reason it works?? idk like it worries me but it’s also unique. love it

we dated almost my whole senior year of hs but he broke up with me because he thought he didnt have the same depth of emotion as i did for him and didnt want to “hold me back” from somebody better. like??? can you imagine?????? how fucking kind

recently started dating again like it took him fourish years for him to realize SHIT I MADE A MISTAKE so he’s a little slow but he’s so very thoughtful

he’s a goof in a different way than the other two. dad jokes. never ending fucking dad jokes. and goddamned puns. he never stops. dont tell him i love them because then he’ll never let me tease him again (i pretend like its The Worst)

so. fucking. dramatic. always flips his hair in the sassiest way possible. its super gay (he’s bi)

he doesnt do a whole lot of romance or saying WHY he feels certain ways. he feels like it cheapens the emotion. but, on the rare occassion he doesnt let this bother him, his poetry he sends me about how he feels makes me fucking cry. it’s so beautiful. i love it

he works watering at a plant nursery and complains about how the bees always use him as a landing strip. it’s adorable

he’s so resourceful?? this is best seen when playing minecraft cause he makes some damn cool structures in some really nice places. i love playing it with him just to see what he builds and how (especially since im a boring, lets make this house a square kinda ho)

he’s so camera shy??? no selfies no skype at all. he’s so bashful and it’s super cute i love it

got me into DnD like yes thank you for this enjoyable nerdery

the sole reason i passed math in hs. like not only is he smart but hes also really good at explaining things to people? definitely a talent for teaching people things

he was my best friend for the longest time like all three of them are my best friend but he was the only one who was my best friend FIRST and then romance blossomed

like im demiromantic so i need a strong connection to fall in love like it was a solid few months of dating my husband before i began to love him. i knew my wife for awhile and got close so same general story. but my boyfriend and i were more friends to lovers and i love that about him

his dad is half italian so he talks with his hands and it’s so overdramatic that he hits people with them on a semi regular basis just gesturing. he once accidentally knocked my glasses all the way across a room cause i had walked behind him and he made a sweeping gesture. hilarious

one time, i had food poisoning and the pain was so bad, i had to crawl under his kitchen table until my mother came to take me to the base clinic. he sat with my head in his lap and brushed my hair out of my face and cooed gently at me to try and soothe me. it was so sweet and ive never forgotten about it

motherfucker, with the help of my sister, dragged me into homestuck

he’s so damn shy about affection that holdling his hand in public makes him blush. it’s even worse if i steal a kiss. fucking adorable

things all three have in common that i love:

good in bed. it sounds silly but this is important to me because while i dont necessarily need sex to form a close relationship to fall in love, it definitely helps

idk how this happened, i really dont, but somehow everything i like lines up nicely with everything they like??? and if im not into something, they can find it with each other and vise versa. lmao wtf how did this happen to line up idk

kind, generous, sweet, and helpful although all three show these qualities in different ways despite having them in common

love me??? like honestly it sounds so silly that id love that they love me but im such a flawed, terrible human being that it leaves me in deep awe that not only does one person love me but three??? how??? amazing people to find something in me to love and to keep on loving despite all my problems. beautiful

creative, smart, and inventive each in their own right. they fucking astound me and take my breath away

beautiful cuddlers (not being sarcastic, promise)

husband is a goddamned heater but boyfriend is a living block of ice. then wife is one of those who’s in between but she steals your heat and then hours later gives it back which is the worse option of the three. like it starts out all nice but then you end up surprised hours later because youre fucking dying of heatstroke

so we have two heatstroke, drowning in sweat options and then losing your limbs. it makes trying to set the thermostat a fucking nightmare

they all love to read and honestly? i couldnt be with anyone who doesnt like a good book

can hold lively, in depth discussions about things

hubby tends to lean more towards “would it be immoral to fuck a succubus” type morality questions and superhero dissection type things

wife is all over the place and can carry on a conversation about goddamned teapots if she so chose. no idea how she does it

boyfriend likes to entertain more morbid thoughts and psychology but also likes to analyze things. like homestuck. we still fucking dissect homestuck

very intelligent. blows my dumb ass out of the water. beautiful

like gaming various amounts and various kinds of games. hubs likes any and all. boyfriend likes dnd, monster hunter, minecraft etc kinds of things, not really one for cards or board games. wife prefers to craft but will occasionally engage in board games or cards, less so in video games but tends to stick to pokemon. it’s nice

they’re all very physically beautiful though in different ways. hubby is barrel chested and german with very strong arms and big hands, a bright and sunny smile. wife is small and round with tiny, artist hands and a sweet, pixie face. boyfriend is thin, long, and gaunt with pale skin and dark hair (kind of like damien from dream daddy tbh)

i could go on but ive been making this post for like well over two hours now and i figured maybe i should stop. it’s long as hell and idk if anybody else would have read this whole thing but basically i fucking adore my partners??? so much??? and there are so many things about them to love???

i just love them so much and could go on and on for hours about why i love each of them and how lovely they are and how they make me feel

ksdjrfgh im so sorry this is so long theres just so much to talk about //sweats

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boyf-riends · 7 years

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Could you write something about mr heere & Jeremy awkwardly coming out to each other at the same time? Or mr heere/mr reyes wedding? Or both? I just found out about this ship but there's like nothing for it on Tumblr, please help, I'm dying for more!

WHY NOT BOTH buckle in your seatbelts everyone, this post is hella long For coming out to each other I figure Mr Heere would suspect that Jeremy wasn't straight and would also try to be pretty nonchalant about coming out, whereas Jeremy would see it as a more important topic. I also feel like Mr Heere would be the one to initiate the conversation even if it wasn't fully intended. Anyways I made this vague in what their sexualities were specifically so believe whatever you want Jeremy was more than confused when he heard his dad bustling around the house on an otherwise quiet Tuesday evening. "Dad?" He called, popping his head out of his room. "Are you going somewhere?" Mr. Heere appeared at the other end of the hall, and surprisingly, he had pants on. "I have a date," he said. "Do I look okay?" Jeremy stepped into the hallway, eyeing his father skeptically. "A date? Really? And I wouldn't wear that tie with that shirt." Mr Heere huffed in defiance, taking off his tie. "Yes, a date. I have to pick him up in half an hour." Jeremy was already on his way back into his room, but he froze at a certain word. He leaned back out, squinting with suspicion. "Him?" Mr Heere shrugged. "Some people are interested in people of the same gender, it's completely normal-" "No no no, I knew that, I just didn't know, that you, uh, liked men, that's all." Jeremy stammered. "Oh, alright. Anyways, I'm taking him to dinner so I should be back around 9 or 10-" "I like boys too," Jeremy blurted. He felt a blush creep up his cheeks and ears. "Not that it's a big deal! It's just that you told me just now so I thought it would make sense to tell you. That I like boys, I mean. I just thought it was relevant because you like boys and hey, that's cool, me too! Ahahahaha anyways have fun on your date bye!" He said quickly, sliding back into his room and slamming his bedroom door behind him. Mr Heere smiled to himself, starting to walk back towards his room. "That's great, but which tie should I wear?" "Your blue one! The rest of them are ugly!" Jeremy yelled in reply. It's good to know that some things will never change. And for the second part of the ask, idk much about weddings and stuff but I do have some Thoughts to share (it turned into many many thoughts but who exists to stop me other than the hand of god himself) •They would probably change their names to Reyes-Heere •Mr Reyes probably planned a lot of the wedding himself •But it wasn't very big and it was mostly just close friends and family •Mr Heere would probably be super nervous on the day of and Jeremy would have to help calm him down •On the day of the wedding Jeremy cooked them breakfast in bed (the eggs were kinda burnt but he tried and they both teared up) •Jeremy loves his two wonderful dads so much and he is hella proud of them •Jeremy gives the best man speech and it's fantastic •Suddenly I'm tempted to write this and if you're reading this bullet point right now that means I'm in the process of turning this into a full fledged fic instead of writing it here so congrats bmc fandom my simple shitpost is now going to be an entire fanfiction this is what happens when you give crack ship gremlins the attention they want•All of the squip squad kids (the teenage characters) would come. And they would be super hype. •Christine would cry during their vows •Michael would gently pat Christine's shoulder as she cried. "It's just, so beautiful, Michael. They're so happy"•As they say "I do" Jeremy happens to lock eyes with Michael and he thinks "Wow... I want to marry Michael" and then he's shook for the rest of eternity •The wedding reception is iconic and I don't want to spoil too much of the mischevious soup I am brewing in my brain but it's amazing •I know, this is the most important part. What you've all been waiting for. Tumblr user boyf-riends, you say. What is their wedding song. Calm down, I say. I wish I could tell you. But I can't. My mom and I have been talking about it for fifteen minutes and we can't decide. Please share your ideas. •Very faintly in my distorted mind's eye I see Paul Whitty slow dancing with himself •Late that evening after they get home while his lawfully wedded dads are finishing up packing for their honeymoon (sidenote: they're just going to NYC for a week to see a bunch of shows and be touristy lmao) Jeremy's kinda dazed and one of The Dads is like "Jeremy are you okay?? You seem kinda upset" and Jeremy just slams his hands down on the table, and says completely seriously "I want to marry Michael" •Mr Reyes-Heere (the birth dad) is like "Okay" and Mr Reyes-Heere (the teacher) starts laughing and then just walks over to Jeremy and hugs him and then it becomes a family hug and omg I'm crying rihgt now wha t thge fuckkc,,,

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*slapping knees* gUESS WHO HAS A MOTHA FUCKIN' ANGST PROMPT? This guy! So so so imagine middle aged erejeans in which they're getting older and Jean is still super scared that Eren will one day stop loving him (I'm going to draw a thing for my idea, but I may as well leave a prompt before it leaves my head)

Dude, this was so hard to write? I noticed I’ve actually never written from the perspective of a middle aged character before and I had to concentrate so hard to get into a fitting mindset? Anyway, I hope it somewhat worked. Thanks for the challenge!You should definitely show me your art when it’sa done so I can link it in this post!

The years had been kind to Eren. Itwasn’t that they’d flown by without leaving their mark, of coursethey had. But with every change, every tiny, additional imperfectionEren grew more striking and unique. The silver streaks in his darkhair suited him just like the laughter lines around his mouth andeyes did. Even the scars he’d collected over the years and yearsworking at the fire department were beautiful badges of honour hewore with pride. Not even the difficult years after his accidentwhere he’d almost died trapped in a burning building and developedserious Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder afterwards had managed toleave lingering shadows on his soul and mind. He still had nightmaressometimes and was uncomfortable in small rooms but he’d learned todeal with the intrusions that had gotten much rarer and look out forhimself in unfamiliar situations. Eren was strong andgorgeous and so full of life. He was happy. And that was reallyeverything Jean had ever wanted for his husband. To see him happy andcontent with the life they had built together.But at the sametime it was so much harder than expected. To have someone beside himwho was this vibrant and energetic and gorgeous, someone who madeeveryone around them light up with joy and fascination. Someone whowas kind and loving and smart and deserved so much better.Jeanhadn’t aged nearly as well as Eren had. His hairline was thinningmore with every passing month, his eyesight had worsened considerablyover the last few years and his body … well, all the sitting aroundat the office sure didn’t do him any favours. He’d grown thin andweak, fingers bony and knees knobbly, the lean muscle he’d once beenproud of melted away by long hours of overtime and laziness. He couldbarely stand looking in the mirror.But it wasn’t just that. Jeanwas … boring. He knew that. Of the hundreds of things he’d foundinteresting thirty years ago there was barely anything left. He wasinterested in work, which was a silver lining in his grey everydaylife. Then there were the handful of shows he enjoyed and followed.He liked good whiskey. He liked documentaries about nature andwildlife. He liked Eren. Besides that there wasn’t much. He wasalso sarcastic and bitter about a lot of things. Politics, education,art. How any of their family members even tolerated him was amystery.How Eren could still stand to be married to him, anenigma.“Maddie called earlier”, Eren said over the loudbubbling noises coming from the stove. He was preparing soup fordinner and busied himself cutting a few slices of fresh bread whileit cooked.Jean looked up from the article in his businessmagazine that he hadn’t caught a single word of.“Yeah?”, hehuffed, watching his husband across the kitchen island. “How isshe? Still with that loser, what’s his … Chad?”“Brad”,Eren corrected him, one side of his lips quirked up and Jean rolledhis eyes. Right, Brad. Pathetic frat boy.“She’s fine andyes, she’s still with Brad. But she called about the loan contractfor her apartment? I told her you’d call her back…” Jean grumbledquietly, mentally going over his schedule. “I’ll … call herThursday around lunch time?”“She called me Papa, I think it’surgent”, Eren grinned. He was still clinging on to his image ofMaddie as their little girl the way they’d first met her. Seven yearold spitfire and constant pain in their asses. They loved her dearlyand she’d learned to love them right back. Twenty years later nothinghad changed, really. “After dinner then”, Jean gave inand got a wide smile in return, the way the skin crinkled aroundEren’s eyes now would always make his heart stop for a second or two.“Thanks, darling.”Eren finished with the bread and putthe slices into a little basket they’d bought a few summers agoduring their vacation in Italy. “Is everythingalright?”When Jean looked up from his magazine again Eren wasleaning across the kitchen island, handsome face dangerously closeand studying him with that intense gaze. Jean swallowed and leanedaway from him a bit. He could barely open his mouth to answer whenEren furrowed his brows and shook his head.“Don’t you dare feedme bullshit. You’ve been grumpy the last few days. Well, grumpierthan usual…”Jean squinted at him even though the littlelaugh Eren tacked onto the words was quite disarming. But what was heeven supposed to answer? ‘Could you stop being so damn amazing so Idon’t feel like shit next to you’? Hardly the way to begin thisdiscussion. But was there really an alternative? Should he even talkabout this?They’d been over his insecurities time and time again.He wasn’t a teenager anymore, nor an inexperienced freshman and itwas definitely too late for a midlife crisis…“’m fine”,he grumbled instead, eyes flicking back down to the pages he couldswear he’d never seen before.For a moment it felt like Eren wouldprotest, insist, press on. He knew Jean way too well and there was noway he’d accept this without a fight. Then there was a low,thoughtful hum and Eren pushed himself away from the kitchen islandto stroll over to the calendar hung on the wall.“We shouldgo dancing Saturday night”, he said, his voice light and pretty.“I’m not on call on Sunday, so…” When Jean looked over at hishusband his eyebrows were dancing and Jean always laughed.“Dancing?”, he asked, incredulous. They hadn’t been out todance in … years, probably. “Where, the community centre? Maybethey’ll let us play bingo before. But we’ll need to take care to notthrow out your hip…” Eren snorted but shook his head.“Comeon, we’re not that old!”“We’re … pretty old, Eren”, Jeangrumbled. He could already feel his stomach sink at the thought ofpeople looking at them, wherever they might end up going. Wonderinghow someone as lively and beautiful as Eren could end up with someoneas dull and ugly as Jean…There was a hand curling aroundhis, tugging him off the bar stool, gentle but insisting.“Nottoo old for this”, Eren smirked as he pulled Jean close. The way hepositioned their hands said he’d let Jean lead but the pull of hisbody showed the opposite, sweeping them around the kitchen andtwirling around Jean to a silent tune.Just like that the memoriescame back. Nights spent in dirty bars and clubs, sweating and slidingand spinning until sunrise. Then, later, ballroom dance at fancy workevents and weddings, at their wedding…Jean swallowed, his chestpulling tight around his heart. He had to hold on to this, thisfeeling, this amazing man, and enjoy their time together for howeverlong he still could. Before Eren understood how pointless wasting histime with Jean was. Before he’d leave to find someonebetter.“Saturday night, then”, he forced out and Eren’sanswering smile was blinding.“I love you, you grumpy old man”,he grinned as he suddenly dipped Jean. It wasn’t as low as it hadbeen years and years ago, but his hands were still warm and broad,his body strong and steady. Jean felt his eyes slide closed.“Loveyou too, idiot…”, he muttered and moments later soft lips pressedagainst his as Eren pulled him upright again.[If you enjoyed this story, please consider buying me a coffee

#JeanEren #EreJean #Jean Kirschtein #Eren Jäger #Kirschtein-Jäger i guess #snk #prompt #filled prompt #angst #aging characters #mental disorder mention #ptsd mention #insecurities #uh idk #jean is far from ugly btw he's just way too self critical #btw this is No Curtains EreJean in a story where they never met neighbour Marco #cool huh

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