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simp-for-fiction · 6 months

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Misunderstanding Part 1

My first fic. So please be kind. Some curse words. Polyamorous relationship. Misunderstandings. Had to make them rude for the plot . Female reader.

YHT= Your home town

YHFN = Your house friend name

Music listened to while writing this= When I need peace

You, Lily, Dorcas, James, Remus and Sirius are in a polyamorous relationship. You loved the arrangement and so did the rest.

You were chirpy by nature excited about small things and a little babyish voice. Nobody minded this they thought it was cute.

You were a year younger than them and in Hufflepuff. It was year 6 for you and year 7 for them. It was NEWT time for them. You knew they were stressed out, so you didn't disturb then much. Just a little small talk and cheek kisses at dinner was all you did. They appreciated your efforts and promised they would make up for this month after exams.

The last week there was an important festival at YHT, and you really wanted to go to it. You requested the permission of Professor Dumbledore to go to the festival.

The night before their last exam you got Professor Dumbledore's permission to go for the next week to attend the festival. Excitedly you went down to the Gryffindor common room to tell your boyfriends and girlfriends, completely forgetting about their exam.

You went in squealing " Guys look! I got permission to go m-

" Shut up YN " Sirius growled.

" Yes, YN you know we have an exam tomorrow " Dorcas sighed.

" And still you're here with that annoying baby voice of yours " James said irritated.

Lily and Remus hummed with agreement.

You knew they didn't mean to hurt you, so you pushed it down.

" Sorry, I'll go " you said trying not to let your hurt voice seep through.

" Yes, now get out" Remus snapped.

You left without another word and tried not to think about what they said. You knew it was just because of stress but it still hurt.

You tried to get excited about tomorrow and it seemed to work, you brightened up a little and went to pack your stuff.

Next morning as you waited for their exam to finish you started to play the piano by the lake. You finished and packed up your piano YHM who was listening to you play said " Looking good YN. "

You laughed " Thanks YHFN. "

Little did you know your bfs and gfs were heading towards you. They were thinking of apologizing for their behavior last night, but they ended up listening to the end of your conversation with YHMN and got the wrong idea.

As your YHMN left you turned around to go and were met with the angry glares of your gfs and bfs.

You were startled " Hey guys... how'd your exam go "? you asked warily.

" Just fantastic " Lily replied sarcastically.

" That's great "? you replied confused as to why she adopted that tone.

" Oh, don't act so dumb YN " James snapped.

" Why are you guys acting like this? What happened "?

" Shut with the bullshit YN " Remus snarled.

" What Bullshit "?!?! you asked nearly shouting now understand why they were being so rude to you and hurting you all over again.

" You were just flirting with YHFN " said Dorcas angry.

" What the hell? No, I wasn't " you said trying to keep your throat from filling up.

" Shut it will you. Just because we were a bit rude to you yesterday which was also your fault, you will do anything for a little attention "?! Sirius shouted at you.

" We were just talking for fucks sake, and I said sorry for yesterday " you said your eyes filling up.

" Look at you crying like a pathetic baby." Lily said sarcastically.

" What a great thing to come back to after your last exam " Said Remus glaring at you.

The hatred and anger in each of their eyes made you feel as if someone and stabbed you in the heart again and again.

" I was not flirting with him " you whispered in a small voice.

" Ya right. Go on now cry, cry like this is our fault " James spoke with malice.

"We can't deal with this " Dorcas said dryly and left.

The rest left after her one-by-one glaring at you. The second they left you broke and cried your heart out. You weren't cheating on them you could never even think of doing that, but they still think that which led them to break up with you.

After crying your eyes out leaving them all red and dry, you cast a glamour charm to cover up the tear tracks. You wanted to find a way to tell them what actually happened, but you didn’t have the time. Your train was leaving in half an hour, and you needed to pack your necessities. So, with a heavy heart you walked back to your dorm. You packed up your stuff and wrote a letter.

You gave the letter to your dorm mate “Could you please give this to my Exes if they ask? Even if they don’t which will most likely happen, could you please give it to them in a couple of days? “

“Of course, I will, you sure you’re alright”? She asked her voice laced with concern.

You waved off her worries. You didn’t want to be more of a bother.

After saying goodbye to all your friends, you boarded the train thinking about your breakup and how you had to keep it from your family as to not set the mood off from the festival.

BACK AT HOGWARTS

Lily, Dorcas, James, Remus and Sirius were all sitting silently in the common room. This silence was foreign to them. Whenever all of them were together there was always chatter and laughter but not all of them were together. You, the chirpy bird was missing. Needless to say, they were regretting their anger.

“You think we were a bit too…. You know... much?” Lily said hesitantly breaking the silence.

“ I don’t know….” James said feeling mentally exhausted putting his head in his hands

“ Maybe we were but she was flirting with him !” Sirius said not even believing his own words

“She kept saying she wasn’t flirting with him…… You reckon she was telling the truth ?” Dorcas asked hoping her words were true. Merlin knows they were so used to your presence that they didn’t think they would be able to live without you.

“If she was then I am going to feel a lot worse than I am right now” Remus said with a tight throat.

All of them hummed with agreement not knowing how to feel.

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Part 2 👇

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petrichor-idyllic · 1 year

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2. Reader and Minho liked each other but noone had time to explore the feelings. But when Minho gets back from that night with Thomas in the maze the reader is so happy hes still alive and there is some tension building up...later on the keepers meeting (book scene) where Minho is a total hottie and says the most iconic stuff as usual reader cant help herself and once the meeting is over she suddenly kisses him.

This is a request from an anonymous user that asked for two in one, so I've had to separate them, and I'm bad at tumblr, but I'll post them at the same time to make them easier to find.

I actually whipped my copy of the book out to pull direct quotes from it. This was effort. Also, yes I know Chuck isn't there because he's the one that tells them about Alby, but this isn't here for accuracy points (I may or may not have also written the whole thing before noticing this myself but shhhh)

BEYOND THE OTHER SIDE

MASTERLIST | MINHO MASTERLIST

SUMMARY: See above. Book based fic. Fem!Reader.

WARNINGS: Inappropriate language, some suggestive themes but under spice because of one slightly heated make out session.

"You're still here?" You don't even bother looking up to see that it's Newt. You're sat in front of the Doors with your legs crossed, Chuck using your thigh as a pillow as you told the boy to get some sleep, even if he refused to leave your side.

"What does it look like?" The British boy sighs, rubbing your shoulder.

"You know they're not coming back, right?"

You shoot him a glare, "Don't say that- if anyone can survive out there, it's Minho."

The last twenty-four hours have been a blur. First, Minho found a 'dead' Griever, resulting in a expedition for him and Alby to go check it out.

As far as you can tell, that thing definitely wasn't dead. That much was obvious when Minho came around the corner carrying an unconscious Alby.

Every part of your body was screaming to go in there and save them- help them- anything you could think of.

But Thomas beat you to it.

It had been a weird enough week as it was with another girl showing up a day after Thomas and the Box refusing to go back down, but this was definitely the hardest blow.

Now three of them, two of the most important people in the Glade, were stuck out there.

You would be lying if you weren't playing favourites.

You and Minho have an interesting relationship, to say the least. He helped you out when you first showed up in the Box. He taught you how to defend yourself and did a good job at keeping the other boys away from you. He's surprisingly emotionally intelligent and offers an understanding to your feelings of isolation that the other Gladers can't seem to grasp. It doesn't help that he's gorgeous and kind of funny.

All of this resulting in you crushing on him. Hard.

And the feeling is mutual.

And you both know it.

After a drunken confession (and make-out session) during one of the Bonfire nights, you both decided to just be friends. After all, maintaining a relationship in the Glade isn't an easy task, and it's key for Minho to focus on his work above everything.

So, you've both been pushing your feelings for each other down in favour of the greater good.

The sexual tension has been killing you, and him, especially when you've had a bit too much to drink and he keeps looking at you like that.

But this is painful. He's gone. He could be dead and you'd never see him again. Never having fulfilled your promises of a relationship once you both escape.

You've been sitting there all night. Both you and Chuck. Chuck for Thomas, you for Minho. Some early risers sent you both sympathetic glances but it just made you angrier.

You don't need their pity. They're going to be okay. They have to be okay- he has to be.

The rumbling of the Doors startles you, even though you've been expecting it since you sat down.

"Chuck," you lightly shake the boy, causing him to stir from his slumber, "Chuck, wake up. The Doors are opening."

He's groggy, but still eagerly awakes, pulling himself off of you and allowing you to stand up.

Gladers start to gather around as the giant stone entrance prepares itself to settle for the day. You, Chuck and Newt stand at the front of the crowd, Newt's hand still lingering on your shoulder in preparation to comfort you. The blond is far more realistic than you, but he still doesn't want to watch you crumble when the hope fades.

He knows your and Minho's relationship better than anyone else. He hears about it from both sides pretty much daily.

The Doors open painfully slow, almost like they're mocking you.

It reveals an empty corridor. Your jaw tenses, and you ball your fists, trying not to let your emotions take over as you look at the floor. Newt rubs your shoulder, and you can see Chuck anxiously looking at you from the corner of your eye.

It's like all the Gladers hold their breath, waiting to see your response.

But you don't get the chance to.

"No shuckin' way," your eyes flicker up to Newt, who is staring straight ahead. You follow his gaze, watching as Minho and Thomas stumble down the stretch of concrete.

"Minho!" Your voice is scratchy and you lose all care for the rules. Rushing forward, the Runner seems to be in far better condition than the Greenie, who looks like he's seen the Devil himself.

Your feet move beneath you, diving into Minho's arms. "Woah, easy, girly," he scoffs, but his muscular arms come around you. The hug is tight and full of enough emotion to show you how terrified he was.

He's alive. Oh my God, he's alive.

"Uh, this is sweet and all, but we need to get Alby down," Thomas interrupts. You pull away from Minho.

"He's still alive?"

"He better shuckin' be," Minho sounds like he's had quite the night. "Where even is he?"

"Come on- help us!" Thimas rushes to the wall by the Doors. To your surprise, Alby is strung several feet above the air, tangled to the wall with Ivy.

"How the..." You meet Newt's equal look of disbelief, but you all get to work helping your Leader down.

Thomas and Minho basically pass out the second they get to the Med-jack's hut. You let them. The next day is about to be interesting and they both need to rest.

The Gladers are already thinking about what this all means and with the revelation that Thomas had somehow killed THREE Grievers, the Glade is in some kind of uproar.

Some people are worshipping the ground that he walks on, and others want him burned at the stake. Gally is the chancellor of the latter crowd.

Alby's got the serum, so there's a ray of hope yet. But Thomas broke the rules.

Obviously, you're of the belief that Thomas has done a good thing. Alby and Minho might not have survived if it weren't for him- how could he possibly be punished for all of this?

Thankfully, that seems to be the majority opinion. But with Newt in charge and a hatred of the poor constructed democracy of the Glade, it's hard to say what will happen.

Which is why when it came to the Gathering regarding Thomas's existence in the Glade, you're stood right outside with Chuck, not so subtly eavesdropping in.

Nearly all of the Keepers came up in a group together- "veterans" as they call themselves. So, there's not much chance of you becoming a Keeper. But now you wish you were.

"What do you think they're-?"

"Shh, Chuck," you snap at the boy, hushing him as you try to make out something audible enough to gain information from.

The general chattering seems to be pretty pointless. It's just people saying the same shit everyone's been saying since the trio returned.

It doesn't take long for silence to settle, and for Newt to give the introductory speech that he is no doubt rolling his eyes about. The Keepers each take it in turn to state their opinions, thankfully most of them siding with Thomas.

Gally then has about a forty page essay on how Thomas is the spawn of Satan until Newt finally speaks again, "With no more words from Gally- go ahead, last but not least."

Minho's distinct voice fills the room. "I was out there; I saw what this guy did- he stayed strong while I turned into a panty-wearin' chicken. No blabbin' on and on like Gally. I want to say my recommendation and be done with it."

"Good that," Newt almost seems relived. "Tell us then."

"I nominate this shank to replace me as Keeper of the Runners."

You and Chuck look at each other as silence consumes the inside of the room. Both of you wear expressions of disbelief, looking at one another to assure that you actually heard that correctly.

Unsurprisingly, Gally spoke first, screaming about how Minho should lose his spot on the Council for even suggesting such a thing.

Then chaos erupts as Newt desperately tries to calm down the boys.

"Shuck it," you really do pity Newt. He somehow got swept into everyone's bullshit and the man just wants to grow his plants. "I've never seen so many shanks acting like tit-suckin' babies. We may not look it, but around these parts we're adults. Act like it or we'll disband this bloody Council and start from scratch." A beat skips as Newt seems to compose himself, "Are we clear?"

The quiet from beyond the door tells you that they've all gotten the hint.

"Good that." Newt continues, before he seems to address Minho. "That's some pretty serious klunk, brother. Sorry, but you need to talk it up to move it forward."

You and Chuck exchange another round of stunned glances. Newt's actually considering this?

There's no way. This isn't adding up. Minho would never give up his job- he's too good at it. And you've seen him injured and on prescribed rest. He hates it. The boy can't sit still for two seconds, even when he is in the Glade. If he were to just become a normal Runner, Minho would still be far too overqualified for the gig.

"It's easy for you shanks to sit here and talk about something you're stupid on. I'm the only Runner in this group and the only other one here who's even been out in the Maze is Newt." Minho sounds frustrated and still tired.

A bad mix, to be sure.

So, of course, Gally has to open his mouth. "Not if you count the time I-"

"I don't!" Minho shouts suddenly, making Chuck jump away from the door, but you don't move. Minho's playing a game here- you just know he is.

"And believe me, you or nobody else has the slightest clue what it's like to be out there. The only reason you were stung is because you broke the same rule you're blaming Thomas for. That's called hypocrisy, you shuck-faced piece of-"

"Enough," you're actually kind of disappointed Newt shut him down. It's about time someone shouted at Gally and just hearing Minho do it is making you feel some kind of way. "Defend your proposal and be done with it."

Minho takes a second before picking up again.

"Anyway, listen to me. I've never seen anything like it. He didn't panic. He didn't whine and cry, never seemed scared. Dude, he'd been here for just a few days. Think about what we were all like in the beginning. Huddling in corners, disoriented, crying every hour, not trusting anybody, refusing to do anything. We were all like that, for weeks or months, 'till we had no choice but to shuck it up and live. Just a few days after this guy shows up, he steps out in the Maze to save two shanks he hardly knows. All this klunk about him breaking a rule is just beyond stupid. He didn't get the rules yet. But plenty of people had told him what it's like in the Maze, especially at night. And he still stepped out there, just as the Door was closing, only caring that two people needed help."

You don't think you've ever heard Minho be this passionate about anything. It's definitely only adding to your liking of him, and hearing him agree with you with such determination is making your heart rate increase.

"But that was just the beginning. After that, he saw me give up on Alby, leave him for dead. And I was the veteran- the one with all the experience and knowledge. So when Thomas saw me give up, he shouldn't have questioned it. But he did. Think about the willpower and strength it took to push Alby up that wall, centimetre by centimetre. It's psycho. It's freaking crazy."

He seems to take a breath before continuing even further.

"But that wasn't it. Then came the Grievers. I told Thomas we had to split up and I started the practised evasive manoeuvers, running in the patterns. Thomas, when he should've been wettin' his pants, took control, defied all laws of physics and gravity to get Alby up onto that wall, diverted the Grievers away from him, beat one off, found-"

"We get the point," Gally stops, halting Minho's actually quite enthralling retelling of the events. "Tommy here is a lucky shank."

"No," Minho sounds completely furious, "you worthless shuck, you don't get it! I've been here two years, and I've never seen anything like it. For you to say anything..." He trails off, followed by a loud groan of frustration.

You feel angry for him. He's right, you don't get it- you've never had to experience the horrors of the Maze and Minho does it literally every single day. How can Gally even think he has a leg to stand on?

"Gally," he's suddenly scarily calm, "you're nothing but a sissy who has never, not once, asked to be a Runner or tried out for it. You don't have the right to talk about things you don't understand. So shut your mouth."

"Say one more thing like that," you can imagine spit flying from Gally's mouth as he throws the words at your future boyfriend, "and I'll break your neck, right here in front of everyone."

"Great," Chuck mumbles, "we're already at death threats." You shush him again.

Minho laughs.

A sound that sends shivers down your spine. Probably because you can tell what's about to happen.

There's a loud slapping sound. It's followed by the noises of chairs crashing and breaking and several loud, incoherent shouts.

"I swear, Gally," Minho's voice rings above the commotion, "don't ever threaten me again. Don't ever speak to me again. Ever. If you do, I'll break your shuck neck, right after I'm done with your arms and legs."

Damn.

That was hot.

Should that be hot? Do you have some interesting problems?

Probably, yes, but that can he dealt with at a later date.

"Holy shit," you murmur, Chuck humming in shocked agreement.

There's a lot more shuffling and arguing, but unfortunately, Gally decides to talk even more.

"Things are different now. You shouldn't have done that, Minho. You should not have done that. I know you hate me, that you've always hated me. You should be Banished for your embarrassing inability to lead this group." You're assuming that this is directed at Newt. "You're shameful, and any one of you who stays here is no better. Things are going to change. This I promise."

Well, that's... ominous.

"And you, the Greenbean who thinks he's friggin' God. Don't forget I've seen you before- I've been through the Changing. What these guys decide doesn't mean jack. Whatever you came for- I swear on my life I'm gonna stop it. Kill you if I have to."

You're quick to grab Chuck, yanking him towards you and out of the way of the door which flies open. Gally looks shook up, clearly Minho did more than just shout at him from his dishevelled clothing and red face. He doesn't even glance at you as he slams the door behind him.

He storms off, leaving you and Chuck to, once again, exchange glances before shrugging it off and returning to your original positions.

The discourse continues, mainly about Gally and the Changing and what it all means, with Frypan pointing out that the guy has obviously lost his mind.

The structure falls apart pretty quick. Newt giving up completely as he makes Thomas speak his piece.

Newt finally makes his judgement.

"Here's my recommendation. You broke our bloody Number One Rule, so you get one day in the Slammer. That's your punishment. I also elect you as a Runner, effective the second this meeting's over. You've proven more in one night than most trainees do in weeks. As for you being the buggin' Keeper, forget it. Gally was right on that count- stupid idea."

You know Minho's playing a game when he argues this. "Why? He's the best we have- I swear it. The best should be the Keeper."

"Fine," Newt just wants to leave at this point, "if that's true, we'll make the change later. Give it a month and see if he proves himself."

"Good that." Minho sounds completely unfazed, almost expectant of this outcome.

The vote commences with everyone agreeing to Newt's terms; even with some queries from Winston. Newt agrees to the proposal of another Gathering if shit hits the fan.

You pull Chuck out of the way again as the door flies open, most of the Keepers in a hurry to leave. Both of you flash them some slightly suspicious, sheepish smiles because you couldn't get away quick enough to play it off.

Thomas and Minho head out, leaving Newt in the Gathering room but they continue talking in the doorway.

"Keeper?" Thomas questions, yet to notice you. "You want me to be a Keeper? You're nuttier than Gally by a long shot."

Minho fakes an evil grin. "Worked didn't it? Aim high, hit low." He playfully nudges Thomas, "Thank me later."

Thomas notices Chuck, looking between you and the boy, who speaks. "That sounded like a real klunk show."

Thomas scoffs, playfully shoving the younger kid.

Jeff suddenly comes running over, stuttering over something about Alby wanting to talk to Thomas, which peaks Newt's attention, and he shoots out of the room, grabbing Thomas and dragging them in the direction of Alby. Chuck follows, probably to take part in some more eavesdropping.

You're definitely not the best influence.

"That was quite the trick, Keeper," you exaggerate the 'Keeper', causing Minho to grin at you as you casually lean against the wall, finally gaining his attention.

"You're one to talk- you could get time in the Slammer for listening in on private affairs."

"You knew I was here?"

"'Course I did- I always know where you are. Can't afford not to." You roll your eyes. Of course, he noticed you were there- he's too perceptive not to.

You take a moment to admire him. Despite getting in a fight and shouting his lungs out, Minho looks as perfect as always. And the things he said and how he acted so in control and determined makes you pull your bottom lip between your teeth.

"What?" His voice becomes considerably lower. "You know you can't look at me like-"

In an instant, you stand up straight, grabbing his shirt with some force and yanking him towards you. He makes no effort to protest as you press your lips against his.

It's just a peck, but you're now very aware that this breaks the set of boundaries you'd both set.

"Shit," you whisper, "fuck, I forgot."

He lets out a low chuckle that almost has you squeezing your legs together. "You know, when I was out in the Maze, all I could think about was you."

Your heart skips a beat, "Yeah?"

"Yeah, I just- I have everything I want right in front of me, and I didn't wanna shuck it up. But it took me nearly dying to realise I don't care anymore. This is dumb. I want you- and I can have you. Why wait?"

Your foreheads touch as his words bring tou closer together, noses touching, his eyes fixed on your lips.

"Why are you still waiting then?" That's all the confirmation he needs to ignite the kiss again. He pushes against you, your hands diving into his hair and humming into his mouth as you hit the wall behind you.

He effortlessly holds you in place, pushing his knee between your legs, hands holding your waist. Your lips dance against each other, tongues brushing just in the slightest, showing one another your wants but without taking things too far in such an open place.

"(Y/N)?" He breaks the kiss, panting more than he does after working all day.

"Yeah?"

"Do you, uh, do you wanna be my girlfriend?"

You scoff, taking him by surprise before pecking his lips once again.

"Yes, shucking obviously- I thought you'd never ask."

Wooo, finally finished this piece. It took me a hot minute but here it is. Sorry for any errors or anything, I've not reread it because it is very late but I just had to get this out.

Hope you guys enjoy :)

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lamoobsessions · 3 months

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In the embers of light, I see my love for you.

Newt x Reader(f)

Summary: Set at the Safe Haven, two people hopelessly infatuated carry a conversation of memories and the act of starting over again.

A/N: First time posting on here, so bear with me if I mess something up. Any sort of feedback is appreciated! <3 <3 <3

Warnings: No use of y/n, no reader-specific descriptions, she/her pronouns.

Word Count: 1k

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The fire crackled and popped, emanating a soft warmth in the cool night. The flames whisked in the breeze that carried off the ocean water. It was amazing the fire was still lit. The flames held a miraculous vitality, even after the continuous hours it had been burning and with little attention it had been given.

As captivating as it was, there was something greater catching Newt's eyes -or rather someone. And that someone sat only a few inches away from him, staring intrinsically at the fire. He watched as the light danced in her eyes, illuminating every feature, every detail. Her knees to her chest and arms loosely slunk over her legs, evidently relaxed -comfortable with her surroundings.

This wasn’t always a normal occurrence. It used to be an unfamiliar feeling, almost distant, as if comfortability itself was only a mere idea. Surely, they thought, a feeling like that was no longer felt in a world like their own. No, it would be near impossible to feel such a thing ever again.

But here they are, sitting side by side in each other's company, not a pint of unease to be felt. Unless you considered the fluttering feeling Newt had whenever he was around her. Then, maybe there was some unease, but it’s not an unwarranted feeling. He welcomed this feeling with open arms, accepting it as a feeling of admiration.

“Do you think memories still exist when you forget them?”

The question seemingly comes out of nowhere. Her eyes don’t even deter from the fire when she speaks, as if she hadn’t meant to ask the question outloud.

“Where is this coming from?” He questions.

She shrugs, mindlessly drawing small circles in the sand. It seemed the question wasn’t one derived from a sense of melancholy, but rather from a genuine curiosity.

He smiles to himself, looking back to the fire as he ponders her question. “I’m not sure,” he answers honestly. “I’d like to think so. I’d like to think things don’t just disappear when we forget’em. They’ll still live on in someone else’s memory. Or If not in someone else’s then I’m sure it’s still there, you just can’t see it.”

There’s a moment of silence as she considered his answer, thinking it over, comparing it to an opinion of her own.

“You think it’s possible to retrieve those lost memories?” She adds.

“Maybe, if you try hard enough.”

The girl turned towards him with a look that clearly stated she wasn’t satisfied with that answer.

He huffs with a laugh and perches his arms behind him, propping up his back. Amused by her persistence. “I suppose it’s a matter of significance. How important that moment was, what happened, when it happened, where it happened, stuff like that.” He thinks out loud, looking into the ocean for stability. “That is to say if half your memories weren’t taken from you in the first place.”

At that she laughs, and he feels a sense of pride that he could be the cause of such a wonderful sound. “Yeah, I know there is no retrieving those…I just mean,” She pauses a moment, looking down to the sand. “-moments like this. I don’t want to forget this moment but if I do, I'd hope it wouldn't go away forever.”

He nudges her side lightly. “Well, there’s no need to worry about that. I’m here too. I’ll make sure to hold on to it for you in case you forget.”

“Thanks.” She replies, nudging him in the side in return. “On the contrary, I have this weird distaste towards the term ‘unforgettable’. I think it’s because of the whole memory removal thing. Like, maybe there was a time before all this where I deemed something as ‘unforgettable’. But little did I know I’d be sitting here now, not having a clue what that moment was.”

“So, you don’t think something can be unforgettable?”

“Not necessarily. But usually for me when something is unforgettable it’s a bad thing.”

Newt knew all too well what she meant by that. His mind always seemed to favor trauma over moments of delight.

“Maybe we need to start makin' more positive ‘unforgettables’ from now on then."

“Yeah," She mutters. "Maybe we do.”

A silence fills the air as the two of them reveled in the other's presence. Comforted by the fact that they have each other. With the ocean waves crashing in the distance and the flickering light of the fire, the serene scene almost made it too easy to let all their concerns melt away.

“I must admit, it’d be hard to forget moments like this. Moments with you, I mean.” She confesses, avoiding all possible eye contact.

Though, Newt looks to her, a flattered yet nervous smile on his lips. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” she confirms meekly. “I enjoy your company. When I’m with you things seem… easier. Like, life seems to become a little more bearable -and I know how dark and weirdly cheesy that sounds, but it’s true… You make me feel secure.”

Her sudden sentiments struck him, making his ears and cheeks run warm.

Her words weren’t something new to Newt. He had known the impact they had on each other for a while. There was always this unspoken bond. A sort of mutual understanding that they needed each other. Not in a sense of co-dependency but more of a fidelity -a reassurance that they would always have each other.

In spite of all that, the reason her sentiments struck Newt was because of her tone. There was a sense of timidity to her words, similar to one of a confession.

“You make me feel secure too -and I’m not just saying that cause you said it. I mean it, you-” He babbles, trying to formulate his thoughts into words. “You mean a lot to me. Honestly, I don’t know what I would do with you.”

Their gazes meet and she smiles. “You probably would be off your wits by now.” She teases. “You know, dealing with Minho and Thomas is not a one-man task.”

He chuckles. “Bloody right on that one.” He looks back to the ocean, hoping to find the right words hidden in the waves. “I’m serious though. I don’t think I’ve ever met someone quite like you. You’re… astonishing.”

Her features soften, sparking a light in her eyes.

He refuses himself to look her way, afraid he’ll lose all control and let his thoughts spill. However, he doesn’t need to see her to know a smile is still prevalent on her face. He can feel it radiating off her, like the warmth from the fire, like the salt on his skin -like her hand now holding his.

…

The gesture felt natural to her. Laying her hand on top of his, she squeezes it tight as if to extend a gratuity towards his declaration. She then follows his gaze to the dark ocean water, watching the waves fold in the night.

“I actually think it would be hard to forget this moment.”

He hums in question, now feeling it is finally safe to look her way. “Would you say it’s unforgettable?”

A grin sneaks on her lips as she cuts her eyes. “Mm, not yet.”

Now fully turning towards the boy, who appears to be choked on words, the girl’s smile softens. Her eyes flicker to his lips, as if to test the water. He seems to get the implication immediately, leaning in closer to close the space between them. A hand sneaks up her neck as another hovers over her waist. Their lips meet halfway.

Just as fast as the kiss began, it stopped. Foreheads pressed against one another, her hand resting on his cheek, brushing light strokes under his eyes. “I guess it is now,” she breaths, unable to form any other words.

“You guess?” He teases.

A laugh bubbles in her throat, nodding her head once. “I guess.”

Newt pulls her back instantly, simmering in the newly created warmth between them. Her lips curve upward as his does the same.

With desire so plentiful and the stars above abound, there would be no possible way to forget a moment like this. At least, that is what she believed. They would venture this new paradise together, side by side, hand-in-hand -metaphorically and physically.

Though these roads are uncharted, they feel quite tranquil. She felt that something as easy as this would never be topped.

An air of silence separates them now. The two of them mindlessly admiring the other under the silver moonlight. The girl didn’t think Newt looked real. The way his skin soothed in the light. The way his hair weaved through the salty breeze. How his eyes seemed to consume her whole. She thought he looked more like a depiction of an angel rather than a boy.

“Don’t smile at me like that.” He marveled coyly.

“Like what?”

“Like…that.” He gestures slightly towards her before turning to the passing fire.

She takes another moment to indulge herself with his appearance. Loving the feeling he invokes in her heart. Scooting closer to him, she rests her head lightly on his shoulder. “I’ll smile at you all I want.”

She feels a chuckle vibrate in his chest as he rests his head atop of hers. “Fine.” He relents, although it wasn’t much of a retaliation in the first place.

“Fine,” She nudges her head in closer.

Together they sit on the cool sand and breath in the salt air, watching as the fire’s light begins to dim. Only charred wood, fluffy ashes, and flickering sparks remained. As if the fire's job was done for the night.

Just before her eyes began to flutter shut, a pair of lips pecked her forehead.

Maybe Newt was right. There was still much more left for them in this life. They’ve given so much in such little time. Now… it was time to receive. It was time to make new unforgettable moments.

They would be okay.

#newt x reader #maze runner #the maze runner #newt x you #fanfiction #newt tmr #first time posting on here #Whoop Whoop!#listened to a lot of mazzy star writing this

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I'm not going to reblog Neil Gaiman's thing about how S2's episodes "don't have any fat on them" but I DO have some (spoilery) reactions to that below the cut-

OK so I already did another post here where I gave my impressions of the writing- but Gaiman mentioning this actually reminded me of something that I didn't put in there at all but kind of wish I had.

Because honestly, I don't think that the episodes not having any fat on them is a good thing.

Here's the thing- Good Omens, the book and the first season of the TV show, is a bunch of set pieces that loosely come together into a plot. The TV show less so, maybe- there's more of an effort to create a narrative- but fundamentally it's a bunch of ridiculous stuff all strung together to create the Apocalypse. (Like, there's a reason why book fans were so upset when the Four Other Horsemen of the Apocalypse didn't show up in the show- they did literally nothing for the plot but they were absolutely hilarious.)

So far, in the first 2 episodes of S2, I have to agree with Gaiman that there's no fat on them. And I think that's one of the things that kind of threw me. EVERYTHING that has happened thus far has felt like it's something that's probably going to lead to something else, like it's connective tissue for the upcoming story that will presumably make more sense later- and while there's plenty of entertainment and humor and sweetness, it's all to the point. You have to be paying attention, you have to take everything seriously (even if it's something that by rights feels inherently unserious) because it could matter later.

In S1, you didn't have to think too carefully about why a telemarketer is being eaten by maggots or even why there's still a witchfinder in the 21st century (for the show) because fundamentally it doesn't REALLY matter. Something will all come together at the end and in the meantime you can just enjoy it in the spirit in which it's given, which is of course an insane one. Each scene is just fun on its own. (I think this is in some ways truer in the book than the show- there were a lot of these scenes that I don't think worked on the show- but that was more about the execution than the concept.)

The fat in S1 was the good part, really. The plot wasn't all that important- it was all the moments along the way.

The closest thing to fat (to continue to use the metaphor) in S2, so far, is the minisode. It's the only thing where it doesn't necessarily feel like you'll be tested on it later. And it's also easily the best part of those episodes! You can just watch it and take all the ridiculousness for granted because it doesn't really matter. It's there to draw out the characters, it's there to give the world more color, and it's there to entertain.

Not that S2 isn't also there to entertain- it very much is, but it doesn't really have time to. It can be silly and random in the way that the book and S1 are, but instead of those being random throwaway moments (like Newt blacking out all of Dorking in the book- which signifies that his tech-unsavviness may be relevant to the plot later but is really mostly just there to entertain because it's so out-there), they are intrinsically tied into whatever the plot will turn out to be. That's really clear, even though we don't actually know yet exactly what the plot is going to be! The leanness of the plot is immediately evident.

I think, so far, that the main negative consequence is that it makes it so much harder to suspend disbelief. When you have a ridiculous moment in a throwaway scene, that's worldbuilding- it shows that this is the kind of world where ridiculous things happen, and then when a particular ridiculous moment ends up being important to the plot, that's fine because it's part of a whole constellation of ridiculous things in this ridiculous world- they've already deconstructed our sense of disbelief. When all you're getting is plot, when something a bit crazy happens you're like "oh, hang on, that doesn't make sense, that's a bit farfetched."

I think that that's one of the things that, so far, is giving "fanfic vibes" to the first two episodes. Maggie and Nina get locked into the cafe? In their first episode?! When we know that they're going to get together?!?! That's ridiculous. In the book and to a lesser degree S1, where like five other ridiculous things would have already happened that aren't heavily signaled to be important to the plot (Gabriel doesn't count because we know he's important to the plot too), this would just be one more ridiculous thing. In S2, it feels like something we need to suspend disbelief for because we haven't really had it suspended for us yet.

Everything I write about Good Omens here is going to come down to John Finnemore in the end because I can't help myself lol, but honestly, my first thought was "well he's really into plotting, so maybe this is part of that." But- he's also done nine and a bit seasons of a sketch show. While he was writing this he was also writing a season of JFSP (the sublime S9) where there was very minimal plot but everything was propelled by character building sketches, very much in the spirit of Good Omens. He knows exactly the power of random ridiculous moments to build the world and explain its ludicrousness. When him being a writer was announced, I saw so many people say "he's definitely got a bonkers enough brain to do this" except that it turns out that, while true, his bonkers sketch-writing brain doesn't really have a lot to do here.

That, plus the fact that I'd be really surprised from everything that I've heard over the last 2ish years if Gaiman wasn't the first and final voice behind everything written for this season, leads me to the conclusion that the issue might just be that S2 may be, as a group effort, over-plotted for its length. There's little room to breathe and live in the world. There are barely any humans, and as such there's not much time to remember that the story is set in a world where humans matter, which, as I pointed out in my previous post, is something that was really important in Good Omens the book and S1. It just doesn't have any fat.

Now- I should be clear- as I said with the other post, it is way too early to tell if GO2 is good or not, because all of the stuff in E1-2 was clearly building up to other things that haven't happened yet. I actually think S2 probably will be good. The above may not be "issues" per se. But I do think that talking about the original Good Omens like the "fat" is the problem kind of misses the point of why so many people liked it- and leaves GO2 with a pretty big burden to overcome in order to convince viewers that it is a continuation of the same world and same story they loved in S1.

#good omens #good omens 2 #good omens s2 #good omens season 2 #good omens spoilers #good omens 2 spoilers #gos2 spoilers #go2 spoilers #john finnemore #john finnemore's souvenir programme #jfsp s9 #because I can't help myself

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It's time again to look at Thunder Junction's cards and try and divine where each and every one of these bad boys are from.

Also just a note in case people are curious; since Tumblr has a 30 image limit per post, I'll be doing all of The Big Score at the end, after all the colours and stuff. It's my prerogative and I'll do as I please. If you missed the first part, you can find it here! So without further ado, it is time for...

BLUE

While I don't think EVERY mount is from Thunder Junction Proper... newts ARE a creature that shows up in the west. I was initially thinking this could be for Eldraine, especially given it belongs to an archmage, but... ultimately, I think this is a native to the plane.

Another native, and dare I say this is a CHARISMATIC crab. I love the crystals on its back! I also love the blue cacti nearby it? Those are real by the way!

There aren't many turtle-men in Magic. Three, in fact, before this one; the Lagoon Sage, a Quandrix student, and a Kappa from Kamigawa. The Kappa has a VERY distinct look, the Quandrix is a sea turtle, and the Lagoon Sage is a snapper just like the Thunder-Thief over here... and I'm gonna make a called shot and say this is from Bloomburrow as a result!

Homarid are a Dominaria specialty, so this racist bastard is absolutely from there.

Djinn of this type are only found on Tarkir, so this one is easy. He's taken a break from his dragon-infested plane to relax under a waterfall martial artist style, and that's just kinda fun.

This is a tricky one, since the ability is pretty plane agnostic, and the design doesn't evoke much in it... but her collar DOES have the typical three-fang Dimir tell, and it'd fit both colour and what she's doing, so lets go with Ravnica.

Sadly a cursory Wiki glance tells me only that this guy is from America.

... okay okay, taking this seriously; the wings and the scroll and the steps, the name, all the flavour suggests this is from Amonkhet for me. It could be from elsewhere, but this feels the most "correct" for lack of a better term. I wish cards like this would get flavor text reprints down the line though...

These are some home-grown ghosts, and we know from various other stories (Gideon, Elspeth, etc) that when you die you go to the afterlife of the plane you're on... so these are some newly "born" natives.

These unfortunate individuals are from the dead plane of Oregon.

... what? I already used that joke? Okay fine. There really isn't any actual signifiers here, and the only humanoid in the art is too indistinct to tell. Given the content of the card is trying and failing to ford one of Thunder Junction's mighty rivers, I'm calling this card "native to the plane" for lack of anything else appropriate.

Oh hey it's everyone's favorite running gag from Ravnica. Fblthp is an easy one, so instead of elaborating more on our mono-eyed friend instead I'll bring up a question I want any of you reading this to answer.

Didn't they say during the initial preview teasers that there was an important plot event happening in the background of this card? That never bore fruit and I can't remember the exact preview stream I heard it, but I swear I did. I want someone to confirm this for me. I'm abusing my power.

Regrettably, the flavor text makes this spell be sourced from Oko's Home Plane. I do love this weird tumbleweed creature though!

God I hate Oko he's such a scum bag (derogatory).

A personal favorite character of mine, Geralf is an Innistradi born and raised, here to investigate the Thunder of the plane- as well as test how mana bonds work for planebound folk now that they have access to planar travel. Good luck, sir.

An obvious native of the plane. I quite like the flavor of this card as well by the way, it's just a clever way to incorporate the geysers you would occasionally see in the old west.

Another Thunder Junction native! It's wild how many of these there actually are, but wild animals do make up a bulk of cards in Magic so it's not THAT unreasonable.

Fun lore tidbit; allegedly the Thunder only started after the Omenpaths opened up. No one has lived here before that so no one can confirm that is true, and this flavor text suggests otherwise.

One of the only cards showcasing the least important members of Oko's gang of ruffians! Kaervek and Satoru busting out of jail thanks to the help of Annie Flash. The framing of the card makes it feel more like Kaervek's doing the real world (valid, Satoru is a loser this entire story) so I'm gonna call it for Zhalfir here- and yes even though technically everyone from Zhalfir is from Dominaria, it's a plane all its own now. I make the rules here!

The Fomorian made star-key to open up their vault on Thunder Junction, I feel like it is safe to say this was made here. It's got little arcs of Thunder and even looks like a deputy star, so it fits the vibe.

Fun fact; being a six pointed star, plus the fact that in the story they mentioned the sixth slot started glowing purple, I briefly had the idea that they might be implying the Fomorian's know of Purple magic and we'll get it in the big Space set we're getting down the line. Then I remembered Cosmium is purple and a major energy source for the Fomorion people, so nevermind.

I can't confidently say this is from Bloomburrow, given we don't know how big the people of that plane can get- so far they've maxed out at Badger and Fox- but I really don't know where this guy could be from otherwise! Maybe Ravnica? So lets call this Bloomburrow until corrected otherwise.

Incidentally this is one of my favorite pieces of art in the set. Love this fucking guy.

Beyond all the art signifiers, I believe it was straight up said on twitter this is a Therosian Sphinx, so she's from Theros. Good for her. Why is she wearing spurs...?

I'm fairly confident this is meant to depict Stella Lee, and she's from the Atiin people, so that's where this is from! Rundo meanwhile sounds like a Ravnica, but that's just some trivia.

This one I'm not fully sure on. The little bird like flecks of white in his magic, the watery energy... I feel like I've seen it somewhere before, but I can't quite place it. The red and blue suggests Izzet but then he's a Slickshot, the red-blue faction on Thunder Junction. I'm gonna go with my gut and say Ravnica, though.

Shit like this is why I wish we'd gotten a planeswalker guide...

Blue, so far, has some of the most easy and obvious ones to place, and for this I'm thankfully. This guy is a Stitcher, so he's from Innistrad. Easy as.

She's got some of the Sterling Company aesthetic going on, but I'm a stickler for stupid jokes so I'm gonna say she's from Zendikar. The armor could evoke Sea Gate, and they've always been good with ropes so why NOT translate that to combat?

Like with the earlier ghosts, dead-then-revived means you're native to Thunder Junction... but also this guy is clearly an Obscura from New Capenna, using some of his old magic, so I'mma call it for the big city here.

Oko's big bad gang preparing for the heist of the life-time. Since it's Oko's big idea it's from Oko's stupid plan.

The sort of misty blasts of fire and ice we're seeing here is aesthetically similar to the "gunfire" magic of New Capenna. I love this guy by the way.

Hey wait a second Ashiok can't do stuff like this. They can only read nightmares, not minds!

YEah for those of you who don't know, the Ashiok in this set is actually Jace in disguise! So this is from home-grown celtic Vryn mind-shredding. Our hero(?) ladies and gentlehommes.

An actual Sterling Company goon, though at least this one has a funny joke to his card. I still really like the work they did in making sure every weapon used in the set has the needed arcing loop for Thunder to channel through it.

Oh right the reason why we're here. I'm gonna say New Capenna again, because there's basically no defining traits here. Also god I just realized he's missing the front brim of his hat and it looks terrible. Graywater pay your men properly they can't even afford complete hats!

It took me a bit to realize what was happening in this card. The lady in the back is only choosing the final Spree option here, swapping around the Outcaster and the Hellspur's clothing. Rude!

Clothing swap spells seems like a funny prank to pull at magical college, so Arcavios is where this is going.

I think in cases where I just cannot make any reasonable assumptions based on art, I should look at mechanics. Flashback is usually in Innistrad... but this lady's neckline is WAY too exposed for that Even accounting for the new plane... honestly I give up, the only real identifying factor here is her little lockpick device, which... kinda looks Kamigawan? Lets go with that.

The vibe, the way she wears her hat, and the little phone cord(?) on her belt makes me think of New Capenna. Look some of these are really difficult and I gotta go by vibes!

And that's the 30 card limit, give me a half second for part two!

#outlaws of thunder junction #Magic the Gathering #MTG #OTJ #Planeswalker #blue mana #nerd stuff

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arcadian-litterateur · 4 months

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gally as galileo galilei

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summary: an analysis of james dashner’s choice to name gally after galileo galilei, and the similarities gally and galileo galilei have.

word count: 560

warnings: talk of trauma, triggers, death, and abuse/manipulation by religious groups

a/n: happy birthday will poulter! this is the first part of my wave of stuff for will's birthday. just a lil observation i made, and ofc, a lot of love for my sweet precious baby, gally.

𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗬 𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗘𝗥 in The Maze Runner is named after an important historical figure. Thomas is Thomas Edison, Newt is Isaac Newton, etc…

Everyone acts like these characters got their names randomly, but it's so obvious to me that their names directly correlate to their purpose in the story.

Thomas Edison was an inventor who created unique solutions to problems that had stumped other scientists for ages…Thomas was able to creatively solve the Maze after the Gladers struggled on it for three years. Isaac Newton was smart as hell, and he made discoveries that laid the foundation for many other scientific discoveries. Sound familiar? Newt laid the foundation for the Glade by holding a massive amount of info and ideas. Winston Churchill spent his life trying to gain world peace…much like how Winston tried to make both sides happy and bridge the gap when Gally took over.

With this information in mind, let's take a look at Gally and his namesake, Galileo Galilei. Often called the father of modern science, Galileo made over fifty revolutionary discoveries about science, influencing tons of scientists, namely Isaac Newton and Albert Einstein. Galileo discovered the moons of Jupiter, the rings of Saturn, the phases of Venus, and the craters and mountains on the moon. He also proved the earlier theory of Nicolaus Copernicus that the Earth was revolving around the sun. He invented an early microscope. He developed the mathematical ideas on the motion of objects on an inclined plane, the acceleration of free-falling bodies, and the movement of a pendulum. Basically, he was a really cool dude.

Gally was one of the most knowledgeable and foundational people of the Glade, made clear by his position as a Keeper and his obvious love for stability. He wasn't afraid to share his opinion (much like Galileo) and consistently contributed important information and solutions to the Glade. Also, to be a Builder, you have to have at least a basic understanding of physics. Gally obviously understood basic physics concepts, because all of the buildings in the Glade are sturdy and standing. Similarly, math is very important to be a Builder, so as Keeper of the Builders, he obviously had an understanding of mathematics. Basically, Gally is smart. Like his namesake.

But the similarities don't end there. When Galileo tried to bring forth his evidence of the Copernician doctrine that the Earth revolves around the sun, he was labeled a heretic by the church and ex-communicated, and placed under house arrest for the rest of his life. Yeah, for stating his opinions, he was forced out of what should have been a safe place, ostracized, and had to die alone. Similar to Gally, don't you think? Sure, he shouldn't have antagonized Thomas without explaining why, but the truth still remains that he had trauma and Thomas was a trigger. He thought he was helping by pointing out Thomas's role in his memories, and then instead of at least listening, his friends of the past three years immediately sided with the boy they'd known for three days, ostracizing him from the only safe place and family he'd ever known. He was also left to die alone by these friends, much like Galileo.

Yeah, as much as I hate to say it, James Dashner knew what he was doing here, and Gally and Galileo both need to find better friends.

#gally #gally tmr #tmr gally #the maze runner #gally the maze runner #analysis #character study #galileo galilei #gally character study #will poulter #will poulter's birthday #happy birthday will poulter

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it starts and ends in a garden.

i keep coming back to the good omens mianite AU so have a funky little illustration :] I just. I just love them a lot

Ref + what story I've thought about below the cut!

(Spoilers for Good Omens S1 and S2 ahead, be wary if you haven't watched and wanna get into it without prior knowledge)

At its core, this AU is basically good omens but with the cast of Mianite, with a few revisions to tie it a little into the mcytverse (while also not like compromising the integrity of the show version of the story) I got inspired by AdamMonter's AU and decided I wanted to give it a go myself after i watched S2 and reawakened my fixation :D

Jordan is this universes Aziraphale- the angel stationed to guard Eden and look out for humans (intended to instill in them the ways of goodness through righteous balance and justice in the name of the High Goddess) - and Tom is Crowley, or the snake in within the Garden, sent up to cause chaos and tempt humans towards evil shenanigans in the name of Dianite, or the devil in this case. They stand on two opposing sides of whats meant to be an all out war between Heaven (under Ianite) and Hell (by Dianite) on whether Ianites form of order (borrowing this from Aitheaca) or chaos will reign supreme- or basically the big ol apocalypse. I made Mianite the Metatron because idk what else to do with him mianite im sorry i didnt wanna make ianite the metatron if i swapped it even though it would make more sense for mia and dia to be fighting SOBS

Tom n Jordan grow close over their centuries on Earth together that when everythings meant to go down and destroy the world they've made their own, they fight to stop the apocalypse from happening, and by the end of it, are subsequently punished by their respective sides- only to not be affected and left alone when they seem to have absorbed the powers of the other (no one seems to realize they can swap bodies). Series 2 follows what they uncover by the end of it a plot to restart armageddon, in which they want Jordan to take over as the head of it after the former champion/supreme archangel is ousted for disagreeing- and had shown up with a non-existent memory nonexistent at Jordan's.

(im switching to list im done with prose xD)

Jordan runs an antique shop instead of a bookshop, he seems like he'd be more into little trinkets and old school machines, stuff he could tinker with. its still got that certain charm to it though

Capsize is Nina from the coffee shop (give me coffee or give me death seems like a thing Capsize would name something) and Sonja is Maggie who runs a record shop. aka the lesbians from across the street you know what I am

For something hilarious Tubbo is the Antichrist, aka the child meant to start and lead the War (leaving it as is bc its funny but not the literal antichrist) He's meant to join a government family to put him in a place of power, but due to a mix up ends up with an In the meantime, Tom and Jordan act as godfathers to the other child (who they assume is the antichrist, it would be funny to make this Crumb or something) in hopes that influencing them to good/evil respectively would neutralize them out- only to eventually realize its the wrong kid

Wag is Anathema, the descendent of a prophetic wizard who was scrutinized for their foresight and becomes the carrier of those prophecies (for my sanity ive chosen to get rid of the Newt-Anathema romance thing idk it. it just aaaa and turn into wag and his bros aka FyreUK tryin to use what they know to stop the apocalypse from their end)

Angels are Ianitees (save for Capsize), and Demons are Dianitees. Ive gone back n forth with who would be who and I still have no answer so. all I'll say is that Andor is Muriel thats all thats important /j C:

The other option was to make Satan the Darkness/World Historian and Dianite is the Lord of Hell (Beelzebub) with Mot as Gabriel but do i look like I know? idk do we need ineffable bureaucracy i could always alter that a little too... idk

tubbo as the child of the world historian who wouldve thought… edit what if like carrier of the darkness

anyway thats all enjoy this nonsense ;)

and screenshot I referenced for the drawing! I know its low qual dont worry about it i just needed to see where the trees were so i knew how many to paint LMAO

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omg could we see #62 from the winter prompts list?

62. you’re my college roommate’s sibling/best friend and you’ve come to visit for a week since you’re done school but unlike some people, I have three more finals to study for so kindly fuck off

from winter writing prompts here

stuck on some of my other wips so i'm digging back through my old unfilled winter prompts!! from. well. 2018. can you believe i've been writing fic this long. insane.

enjoy some dumb (sort of?) college boys newmann! I decided to cheat with the prompt a little (a lot) so I could work it to be conceivably not an AU but instead set pre-canon, though I realize it techhhhnically screws around with the newt/herm penpal backstory just a tiny little bit....

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To be honest Newt’s probably paying more for year-round university housing then he would be in rent at an actual apartment at this point, but details like that get a little screwy when you start college significantly before your eighteenth birthday and grow up on campus. His dorm holds more sentimental value than his childhood home at this point. I mean, it technically is his childhood home. Newt did try the spring of his twenty-first birthday to finally move out, but he spent exactly two minutes poking through a Cambridge housing group on Facebook before it made him want to die and he gave up. At least this way he doesn't have to buy new furniture.

He has enough good will left with administration despite all the shit he's pulled to leverage certain things like that in his favor, and he struck a deal to keep his dorm in exchange for letting campus housing utilize it as an actual dorm from time to time. (Which is to say, Newt is kind of broke and needs to save money from his stipend every now and then for, you know, groceries, so he can grit his teeth and deal with a roommate when the time comes.)

His roommate at the moment is a German exchange student (maybe one or two years younger than Newt) who’s currently enrolled in a year-long study abroad program to mess around with electrical engineering—interesting enough guy with just enough neuroses and weird family issues to make Newt feel like the most well-adjusted twentysomething in the world. It's a great ego boost.

Anyway, it’s convenient. There are like three Dunks of varying quality to choose from at any given moment, and Newt only has to walk ten minutes max to any lecture hall to give class. This is especially nice on stupidly cold and snowy days like today where even a ten minute walk feels like too much.

The door to Newt’s dorm is slightly ajar when he finally gets home. In normal circumstances this would make Newt pause and think for a few seconds before stomping inside—rules of horror movies or whatever—because if his roommate is anything, it’s particular with things like that. Shoes off at the door, dishes left in the sink on a firm one-day-max limit, doors very much locked when they leave to protect all their super important possessions from being stolen, like the refurbished Playstation 2 Newt got off eBay or the Brita filter Newt also got off eBay. Very luxurious stuff.

But Newt’s cold and hungry, so he stomps inside anyway. He does kick his boots off, though—just because some people decided to stop following the dorm rules doesn’t mean Newt will—and makes sure to click the door shut behind him carefully. “Hey, dude, you home?” he calls down the hallway. Nothing. His roommate, Bastien, is usually in class at this time of the day, but finals have turned their schedules upside down, so who knows. He wiggles out of his winter coat and hangs it next to an unfamiliar green parka on the wall hooks (maybe Bastien went on a shopping spree?) and tries a second time. “Uh, you know you left the door open?”

Newt's glasses are splattered with melted snow, and he dries them on the hem of his sweater as he fumbles with the door to their room—and is more than a little surprised when he sees the blurry shape of Bastien sitting primly on the edge of his bed, smoothing out his clothing like he’s just woken up from a nap. His bed as in Newt’s bed. Newt startles backwards. “Oh,” he says. “Um. Hey?” Has he fucked up? Are they having a roommate talk about something? …Preceded by Bastien inexplicably taking a nap in his bed?

He pushes his glasses back on. The dark-haired blur on his bed comes into focus, and though the sharp angles, bad haircut, and vaguely sickly pale flush are reminiscent of Newt’s roommate, everything else about him is different, from the brown eyes to the wide frown. It’s a Gottlieb, no question, but which one Newt’s not sure. He knows there are at least three more of them, a concept which has always struck fear into Newt’s heart each time Bastien alludes to having siblings. “Hello,” the guy on Newt’s bed says. He nods. Very proper. “You’re Newton.”

“…Yeah?” Newt says.

The mysterious Gottlieb is kind of hot, which is the worst part. The whole stern professor look he’s rocking—big glasses, knit sweatervest, slightly too-big loafers—is doing him plenty of favors. Normal circumstances, Newt thinks again, coming home to a hot nerd lounging in your bed? It might almost make him believe in a higher power. It’s taking a significant amount of effort to not start flirting. Then again, he is in Newt's bed, and has been clearly been sleeping in Newt's bed, which feels like a flirtation in and of itself.

“Hermann Gottlieb,” the professor-dude says. He gets to his feet with the aid of a cane, which he’d hooked on one of Newt’s bedposts and offers a hand out to Newt like they’re both eighty years old. Mildly bewildered, Newt takes it. He's treated to a firm handshake. “I assume my brother told you to expect me? I let myself in. I hope that’s not too rude of me, but it was rather cold out.”

“Uh,” Newt says again. He’s a lot more…British than Newt expected. Very posh BBC-miniseries about posh English people with large country estates. Especially compared to Bastien, whose first language is clearly German and is very much not British—it’s just not exactly what Newt was expecting. “I mean—he didn’t totally tell me you were coming. Or, at all.” Hermann drops his hand. “I guess he could’ve mentioned it and I just forgot.” This is probably what happened. Newt’s been a little busy lately.

He decides to address the elephant in the room next, the bed thing, and determine if it was a deliberate choice or not. Maybe Bastien has made Newt out to be so irresistible in whatever he’s reported back to the Gottlieb family that Hermann decided to try his luck. This is definitely not the case, but Newt can pretend. “You’re on my bed,” he continues, and points across the room. “Bastien’s is that one.”

“Oh,” Hermann says. He looks mortified in a properly stiff-lipped way and almost trips over himself to cross the tiny dorm room, and for a split second Newt sees a different Hermann behind the dress shoes and exaggerated formalities: an awkward twentysomething probably barely older than Newt playing dress-up to be taken seriously. The belt he’s cinched to the last notch around the oversized waist of his tweed pants is stiff and cracked in places. Bastien mentioned once that one of his brothers is a math whiz who’s followed an accelerated academic path not entirely unlike Newt’s, and Newt suddenly has a strong hunch he’s looking right at him. “I’m—I’m very sorry. I didn’t realize. My flight only just got in, and the time zones—I was a bit tired.”

“No worries, man,” Newt says. He tosses his tote bag onto the Hermann-sized indentation in his bedspread and kicks his docs off one at a time, while across the room Hermann twists the handle of his cane between his hands. “You want some coffee or something? Bastien is usually out until late on Thursdays, so it might just be us for a while, sorry.” He pulls the sweatshirt he’d slung on his desk chair that morning down over his head and straightens out his glasses.

The offer for coffee is a somewhat-pitying lifeline Newt is decent enough to throw out, which he has a feeling both of them understand. Hermann seizes it desperately. “Coffee would be nice,” he says.

He trails after Newt into the kitchen. Apartment-style or not, it’s still a campus dorm, and the kitchen space is cozy at best and cramped at worst. Hermann plasters himself against a row of cabinets in a heroic effort to stay out of Newt’s way as Newt dumps some coffee grounds and water into his cheap pot and digs two mugs out of the cupboard. They avoid making eye contact at all costs while it percolates. “We have, like,” Newt gestures vaguely at the doorway, “a couch? If you wanted to sit? And not stand here?”

“I don’t mind,” Hermann says.

Newt kind of minds, but whatever, he can deal. He pours soy milk into one mug in preparation and offers some to Hermann, who shakes his head. The coffee drips slowly into the pot. Newt thinks about the stack of ungraded finals tucked into a binder in his tote bag, the other stack waiting on his desk, and the final final he still has to proofread and send off to Copytech for, like, seventy copies by tomorrow. “So, Hermann,” Newt says, and tries to think of a polite way to ask why exactly are you in my apartment during finals week? Does the guy not also have finals in England or wherever? “Are you just visiting your bro for fun, or…?”

Hermann’s face twists with a sour expression. “For a week,” he says. “Not all that willingly. I’m in town for a conference and I won’t have my hotel room until tomorrow morning. Bastien offered to let me use his couch for the night.” He adds hesitantly, “I’m due to give a presentation on Tuesday.”

A lecture: almost definitely the math whiz, then, unless overachieving is a family trait. Newt will circle back to that later. He’s not exactly a math expert, but you kinda can’t really pick up that many STEM doctorates without having at least a basic (or, you know, decently advanced) understanding of, uh, everything about math, and he’s keen to hear what Hermann plans to lecture on. “I’ll try to stay out of your hair,” Hermann adds quickly. “I know you’re busy with final exams and whatnot.”

“Ugh, no kidding,” Newt says. The coffee finally finishes with a few rattling huffs, and Newt carefully pours it into their mugs and shoves the less-chipped one over to Hermann. “I still have another left to go,” he continues. “I got stuck with three whole sections this semester, it sucks. I think they just wanted to get back at me for—well, um, I caused a minor fire in the lab last year and they had to evacuate a few buildings, and I put it out right away because I'm the king of lab safety, but whatever, everyone lost their shit anyway. It’s going to take me forever to grade everything.”

Hermann frowns at him, and Newt wonders exactly how much Bastien has shared about his American roommate—or in this case how little. “Not a student,” he explains. “Dr. Geiszler, technically, but do not call me that. I managed to convince the biology department head to convince student life to let me keep living on campus after I—well, I guess I technically graduated undergrad a while ago. After I wrapped up my first PhD?”

“Ah,” Hermann says, and the edges of his sharp cheekbones going the faintest shade of pink. “I’d assumed—Bastien didn’t mention that, is all.” His eyes flick over Newt twice, scrutinizing him and lingering on his oversized hoodie, a DIY screen-print job bearing the latest logo for Newt’s band that he tried valiantly to sell at their last show. “First PhD? Exactly how old are you?”

“Twenty-two,” Newt says. “I skipped a grade. Or ten. Would not recommend it. Anyway, Hermann, you’re some sort of super-genius, right? You were doing calculus in your crib or something?”

If Newt’s right about which brother Hermann is, that means—compared to the rest of his family—Bastien has alluded to Hermann’s existence in all but name three whole times. By familial standards Newt can only assume that means they’re practically BFFs and probably send each other birthday cards every year. If possible Hermann might be even more reserved than Bastien, though, and it’s making Newt want very badly to prod him a little more just to see what happens. Get him to poke his head out of his shell or something. “That’s pretty impressive, you know,” he adds.

Hermann flushes pink for real this time, obviously pleased with the compliment, and Newt’s equally pleased to see him hold his head a little higher. They’re getting somewhere. “It’s not precisely that dramatic,” Hermann says. “But, yes, er—I started university at a rather young age. Comparatively. Before that, my father sent me abroad when I was eight for my schooling. I’d shown a knack, I suppose, for mathematics, and…”

Abroad—Newt guesses that explains the different accent. Not unlike Newt himself. He wonders if Hermann’s family ribs him for the lapses in his German the way Newt’s family does (America is rotting your brain, Newt!), though maybe somewhat less gently. “And?”

“I’ll finish my doctorate in the spring,” Hermann finishes, with a small smile.

“Dr. Gottlieb,” Newt says. “Nice. I like the sound of that.”

Hermann suddenly spills a large amount of coffee down the front of his sweater. He doesn’t seem to notice, though his ears (which stick out just a little) do go red, so Newt doesn’t say anything.

It’s unfortunate how cute Hermann is. Newt briefly debates the ethics of hitting on your roommate’s hot British brother and whether or not it breaches some sort of sacred roommate code. On the one hand, Hermann is only here for a week, so it’s not like they can get up to too much, and Bastien himself will be packing everything back up for Germany in like, six months tops when his study abroad program ends in the spring anyway. And besides, it’s not like Newt and Bastien are tight or anything like that. On the other hand—I mean, that would be weird, right? You can’t just hit on your roommate’s hot British brother, especially not when he's sleeping on your couch for the night.

Newt has over a hundred final exams to grade, and a suitcase to pack for his own trip (albeit one that’s a maybe-thirty minute ride on the commuter rail) out to his dad’s for the break. He kinda wants to hit on Hermann.

He’s going to hit on Hermann.

“Sooooo,” he begins, “you got any plans, or—?”

And it’s then that Hermann’s cell phone begins to buzz in his pocket. “Ah,” Hermann says. “One moment—apologies.” He pulls out a battered flip phone that looks like it’s been passed down from at least two other people and squints at the screen. “My brother,” he explains, “at last. He’s finishing up at the library and wants to meet for dinner.”

“Oh, right,” Newt says. “Of course. Duh.”

Hermann closes his phone slowly and hazards a small, but considering, glance at Newt, and Newt has a fleeting suspicion he’s not the only one weighing the pros and cons of risky flirting. He might just be flattering himself, though. “…Would you like to join us?” Hermann says. “I’m sure Bastien wouldn’t mind. It might be…” He works his jaw a few times. It’s incredibly cute. He’s clean-shaven in a way Newt hasn’t managed to be since he turned seventeen (the Geiszlerian curse of thick facial hair whether you want it or not), and it makes him look even more like a weird kid trying very hard to be an adult. “Fun.”

It's a bad idea. Hermann’s only here for a week, and he’ll clearly be busy with his conference and his big talk and all that, and then they’ll be back on opposite sides of the Atlantic probably forever—Newt would just be setting himself up for heartbreak. And six months of awkwardly dodging his roommate, which is possibly worse. Ugh. Being responsible sucks. “I shouldn’t,” he finally sighs. “I have to finish—”

“—your finals. Of course,” Hermann says. “Yes, of course, I’m sorry. I forgot. I’ll let you be.” He sets his mug on the counter by the sink. “Thank you for the coffee.”

“Sure, dude,” Newt says.

Hermann works his jaw again, chewing at his lower lip, and then says so quickly Newt almost misses it “If you’re around next Tuesday, perhaps you would like to see my talk?”

Newt tries very hard to be chill. “Yeah, totally,” he says. “That would be awesome. I think I can make it.”

Hermann nods solemnly. “Excellent. I’ll ask Bastien to give you the details later.”

He finally begins to dot at the coffee stain on his sweater with a handkerchief he pulls from a different pocket, and Newt squeezes past him to rinse their mugs out. (No dishes in the sink overnight.) His elbow brushes against Hermann’s as he dries them with a dishtowel. Hermann makes no effort to move away from him, and this close he smells like stale cigarette smoke. Newt can imagine him standing out in the rain in a dreary English landscape somewhere, maybe in the oversized coat he saw hanging by the door, scowling and crushing cigarette filters beneath his cane.

There’s something strangely magnetic about Hermann.

“Hey, listen,” Newt says. He dries his hands off on his pants. Hermann looks at him, abandoning his efforts to clean himself up. “You wanna swap emails or anything…? Maybe we could talk. Collaborate on, uh, something.” He has absolutely zero idea of Hermann’s subfield so he doesn’t know exactly what they’ll collaborate on just yet, but he’ll think of something. Make some notes during the Tuesday lecture. Newt has three PhDs and counting, he can come up with an excuse to talk to a cute boy, okay, he’s not twelve. He’d ask for Hermann’s number like a normal human being if he could dream of affording the international texting rate.

Hermann gives him another stiff nod and the shadow of a smile, which Newt hopes means an enthusiastic yes, Newt, I’d love to be your penpal!, so Newt fishes a pad of paper and a pencil out from the kitchen junk drawer and they take turns printing their emails out as neatly as possible. Hermann folds the slip of paper with Newt’s in half and slips it into his top pocket. “It was very good to meet you, Dr. Geiszler,” Hermann says, and he offers Newt a parting handshake.

What the hell, Newt thinks, and takes it.

It takes ten months and a split in reality at the bottom of the Pacific Ocean for Hermann to get around to emailing Newt. Newt expects they’ll have a lot to collaborate on in the near future.

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xxtc-96xx · 1 year

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Is newt's mega stone ok?

she didn't get stabbed through where her stone is, unfortunately she was still stabbed through her torso where a lot of important stuff is

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Constant as the Northern Star

Fifteen-year-old Harry Potter sat at the warm dark kitchen table of Grimmauld Place. His elbows were on the table and his fingers pinched the bridge of his nose causing his round glasses to lay askew on his face. His astronomy homework was spread out in front of him. He was pretty sure it was mocking him.

"Use the knowledge of coordinate graphing and ordered pairs to create a map of the Summer Sky in the Northern Hemisphere."

The stars and planets on his parchment seem to refuse to align themselves into the neat patterns Professor Sinistra had described in class. Frustration gnawed at him, but he was determined to conquer the assignment, or at least finish the homework before Hermione nagged him again.

A door creaked open and Harry looked up to see his godfather, Sirius Black enter the room. His tall frame filled in the doorway as he observed Harry for a moment, taking the mess Harry had made of his kitchen table before he made his way to the table.

"Having some trouble with homework, Harry?" Sirius asked, pulling up a chair beside him and leaning back against the chair until the two front legs hovered above the ground.

Harry sighed, pushing his parchment away. "Yeah, astronomy. I can't seem to make sense of it. It's just a bunch of dots to me. I asked Lupin to help before he left this morning but he apologized and said he had slept through most of his astronomy classes"

Sirius let out a small chuckle as he picked up the sextant that Harry was using as a paperweight "Yeah, he was always fond of a nap. Always tired, the poor sod. Could never get him to a class before ten in the morning either."

Harry was reminded of the first time he met Lupin, sleeping on the Hogwarts Express. Hermione and Ron thought he was dead. Before Harry could share the memory Sirius gave Harry a surprising offer, "Well, I used to be quite good at Astronomy. Want me to help you out?"

Harry's green eyes narrowed as he looked at his closed textbook. As if trying to judge the seriousness of the question. "You would do that?"

"Of course," Sirius replied with a warm smile. "I always enjoyed stargazing. You know, it's not just about memorizing constellations; it's about understanding the origins of the universe and the evolution of life and matter. Especially when you get to the more theoretical stuff if you take NEWT level."

Harry silently nodded. The only time he could remember an adult offering to help with his homework was Florean Fortescue the summer before his third year.

Sirius began to explain the basics of charting the stars. He helped Harry renumber the coordinates on his parchment and shared a few facts about the stars they were charting as they worked their way along the map. Sirius enthusiastically discussed the differences between Hipparchus' and Ptolemy's star catalogs and the importance of the Dunhuang Star map.

As Harry did his best to absorb the knowledge, he looked at Sirius with curiosity. "How did you become so good at Astronomy? Did you want to be an astronomer?"

Sirius's expression grew somber and gave a dark snort. "No, didn't really have time to think about a career before. Went straight into fighting a war and then, well you know what happened after."

It dawned on Harry for the first time how young Sirius and his parents were during the first war. That they didn't even have time to think about their careers before getting swept up in the last war.

"We didn't share many interests or beliefs," Sirius set down the quill he was holding and turned his body to face Harry while he spoke "But stargazing as a hobby was something that I always enjoyed doing with my father. It was an interest that we could share together." Sirius looked over Harry's shoulder and pushed a long strand of hair out of his face. Harry thought Sirius' eyes must be lingering on the Black Family crest on the wall behind him "Looking at the stars always brought me peace, Harry, even in the darkest of times."

Harry pondered this for a moment before asking, "Can you show me how to find London in the night sky? I'd like to know where you are while I'm at Hogwarts."

Sirius's eyes twinkled and he gave Harry a small smile. "Certainly, Harry. Let me show you some basics of celestial navigation."

Sirius picked up the quill again and emphasized how knowing the location of the North Star was crucial for navigation. He showed Harry tips on how to easily find the North Star and described the concept of Polaris as a constant guide in the night sky.

One summer later, locked up in Privet Drive, Harry looked out his tiny bedroom window and charted the stars the way his godfather had taught him and found the brightest star in the sky, Sirius, in the vast celestial expanse.

Though exhausted with grief, Harry felt a warmth that went beyond the summer sky and the boundaries of time and distance. In the darkest moments, Harry would look up at the stars, knowing that he could always find his way, guided not just by the north star but by the glow of the brightest star, by the love of a godfather who would always, in some way, be a part of his life.

#harry potter fanfiction #harry potter #sirius black #harry and sirius #harry potter and sirius black #ootp missing moment

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certifiablyinsanez · 9 months

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I’ll come out and say it. I preferred season 2 of GO over season 1 and here’s why:

For starters, season 1 was great. Of course, it was our introduction to this marvelous story and world. But here’s my problems with it:

Too many characters, most of whom I don’t care about.

Anyone who says they don’t watch for Crowley and Aziraphale would be liars. We all love them and absolutely crave content surrounding them and their admittedly perfect love story. So with all the characters fit into season 1, several of which I couldn’t stand, it’s somewhat difficult for me to get through without constantly rolling my eyes. My problems with the characters stem as such:

The relationship between Anathema and Newt. Anathema is a strong, smart woman and Newt is honestly an absolute loser. To me he’s got the personality of a wet noodle and his biggest character trait is ‘make computer explode’. It’s like if Seamus from Harry Potter was given a role past his station in the story. They know each other for all of an hour and they end up kissing and having sex which to me is just weird and out of place. I’m fully convinced that wouldn’t have ever happened if Agnes hadn’t mentioned it. And even though I like Anathema, her purpose in the story feels a little…meh. Like sure she and the human computer virus stop nuclear Armageddon but like…I feel like Adam could’ve just been like “stop” and it would’ve had the same result.

Shadwell and Madame Tracey. Again, what do they even do other than provide comic relief and give Aziraphale a body to possess? Also, how is it that Crowley and Aziraphale have the best love story I’ve ever seen and yet in the same story there’s a ‘couple’ where the man, for years and years screams at you, calling you names and treating you like dirt and you….like it? Like, it feels like something an incel would think of as a cute relationship.

The Them. Honestly I can’t be too mad over this, they played annoying little 11 year olds very well, but like, they were irritating. Like Pepper, supposedly a feminist but then says pick-me stuff like “tHeY bOuGHt mE A giRLs BiKe”. Also says that if she were an alien she “wouldn’t bring messages of peace and harmony” but bring violence instead and then later against war says “I believe in peace”, like??? Brian was just so bland he doesn’t even deserve mentioning. Wensleydale? I dunno, the line “I believe in food, and a healthy lunch” like fuck you mean you believe in food???? He could’ve said something like “I believe that all people deserve food” or something that, idk, actually made sense? And then there’s Adam and I’m sorry but the ENTIRE BUILD UP OF THE SEASON ENDING WITH “you’re not my dad”…really? He makes it seem like he loves his dad but Mr. Swindon Ambassador is a total TWAT. That whole bit was just anticlimactic to me.

Overall I feel like a ton of screen time on these characters just don’t do it for me. Season 2 on the other hand? Completely eliminates non essential characters. I’ve heard people complain about “lack of depth” in the new season and honestly, idk if they were just on the toilet or watching their phone for the whole season or what but here’s what I LOVE about season 2 that missed the mark in season 1.

The characters were just *chefs kiss*. They bring back Gabriel, an absolutely abysmal character from the last season and somehow make us love him. They introduce Muriel, who is just a peach! People seem mad over the fact that their character is just “cheerful ditz” and I will FIGHT YOU FOR THEIR HONOR. Their character is so much more than that for a start, and it’s very clear that their presence is important for the story. They took Beezlebub who had no depth in the previous season (negative depth actually), and gave them purpose and a role. If anything Nina and Maggie aren’t really my faves but at least they were more human in representation than season 1 relationships. But my favorite bit?

None of the characters on screen felt like wasted time.

Not once didn’t I roll my eyes or wish they’d get to the good bit. I enjoyed watching all these characters interact towards the greater story. But even better? We were fed with aziracrow content. An absolute feast! And I can’t believe y’all are complaining. I could genuinely just watch an entire series of their antics over the millennia I love them so much, so for people to say it was slow, boring and lacked depth is borderline offensive.

For a transitional piece, it was masterful.

#good omens #aziracrow #aziraphale #crowley #ineffable husbands #good omens 2 #aziraphale x crowley #crowly x aziraphale #haters

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cara-carabowditbowdit · 7 months

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please tell me more about crowley and aziraphale im Very interested /srs

ok so. this is gonna be a looong post sorry

BASICALLY. aziraphale is an angel, crowley is a demon. theyve known each other for 6,000 years, at the creation of the universe (when crowley was still an angel. he created stars and everything. very nice job) and theyve become great... friends (wink) even though theyre not supposed to be! so theyre not friends! theyre eeeevil enemies. and then they go out for dinner

anyways. idk how to explain it well but theyre just SOOOOO!!

ok so now im going to try and do like. a whole thing explaining everything below so SPOILERS!!!!

okay so. in the beginning aziraphale and crowley were both angels. they met when crowley was making stars and galaxies and all that pretty stuff, and aziraphale came to say that they were going to shut it down after a bit. crowley gets upset and goes whaaaa this is so cool why would they do that (lil thing to note. aziraphale is like. interested in crowley but he doesnt really care) and then they have some really nice scene

d'aww. ok and so THEN! some big war happens i think? i dont know they dont show that part and crowley falls. demon moment!!! and then they go through all these different decades being friends, getting to know each other, and its great. aziraphale sins a little bit (gluttony), crowley saves aziraphales books, and they all have fun. oh btw. crowley can transform into a snake, and apparently hes the one that caused adam and eve to eat the apple? BUT! theres this other great scene where theyre talking, and its revealed that aziraphale gave his flaming sword to adam and eve, showing that he loves humans and has a soft spot for them, and theres this other great shot

THE PARALLELS!!!!!!!!! AUUUGh (^ this one came before. btw) and so this is sort of them showing how ohh, theyre not supposed to hang out because angel good demon evil waaah but they just KEEP ON FINDING EACH OTHER. oh and. speaking of like. showing off different softer sides of them. in season 2, theres a lot of bits where they show that crowley is pretty much putting up this show of being so meaaan and eeevil but hes actually nice and cares about humans (bringing jobs kids back, keeping that girl from dying, etc). ok now onto talking about season one. warning i havent watched this season in a bit so this is just me going off memory.

ok so! the big issue this season is "oh noooo we lost the antichrist!! big bad things gonna happen" and its awesome. OK SO. it starts off with crowley delivering the antichrist to this satanist church? and theres two women having babies that night. ONE is a normal family, who are supposed to have a normal baby. THE OTHER ONE is a rich family who is supposed to have the EEEVIL baby. can u guess what happens. BABY SWITCH!!! they didnt realize it tho so crowley and aziraphale are sent after the wrong baby. (to make him sin/be good) and then they realize on his 11th? birthday "aw crud! wrong baby." and go on some search to find the right antichrist. and that brings us to ADAM!!! hes the antichrist, and one coooooool kid. hes pretty normal tho and just hangs out with his friends. and then one day on his 11th birthday this dog shows up! (hellhound) and then off on the side theres this witch lady named anathema device who has a book that knows the future. crazy stuff. oh and this guy names newt whos kinda a dork and talks to this weird witch hunter guy shadwell and his neighbor madame tracy. oh and the four horseman of the apocalypse are around and free OKAY. into it now. anthma knows something bad is going to happen (book), and she moves to london because thats where its gonna happen!! whaaaat!!! and newt moves to london because uhh. witch finder i think? and he goes to meet shadwell and accidently meets tracy. not important rn. shadwells kinda bonkers and freaks newt out. ok now onto anathema. im pretty sure that aziraphale and crowley were driving around (oh btw. he has a magic bentley) and hit her!! yeoch. and after driving her home she accidentally leaves her book in the bentley and aww they gotta meet up again aw shucks. okay now they go searching for adam (antichrist) and i dont think they find him? anyways i forgot how but then tracy shadwell newt and anathema all meet up with crowley and aziraphale and do a seance. i forgot what about but ohh nooo aziraphale is in madame tracys body!!! ok so i kinda forgot how again but somehow theyre all at some big area and the four horsemen and running around i forgot what theyre doing and BLAM ADAM SHOWS UP hes mad. hes trapped his friends into doing what he wants. hes gonna start the apocalypse. average 11 yr old stuff. BUT!!! crowley and aziraphale manage to calm him down and newt blows something up. idk whats going on anymore. satan comes out, "grrrah im ur father adam". its a nice lovely moment. but oh wait!!! gabriel (heavens big man) and beezelbub (hells high duke) come down/up and r like "yall r in biiiig trouble! cant be doin all this" and they try to kill both of them. aziraphale in hellfire, crowley in holy water. that scene comes and yoo wait theyre both alive??? this is insane!!!! theyre both MILKING it, bein dramatic and then. at the end. WHAOOOAH THEYRE ACTUALLY THE OTHER ONE?????

and thats the end of season one. okay so i know that this is incredibly long but im not even done. im going to reblog this later with me talking about season two and that should be shorter. OH BTW

thats what everyone looks like ^^

OKAY BYE!!!!!!

#this might be the longest post ive ever made #AND IM NOT EVEN DONE #second season should be more accurate cuz ive watched it recently tho #thanks for the ask tho!! this was fun #good omens #gomens #crowley #aziraphale #aziracrow #ineffable husbands #neil gaiman

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-1 day left until the next greenie-

"So, usually, you would have to work around to get everything done," Alby explained to (M/n) as he sat on the couch in the Homestead living room, as the dark-skinned male sat on the coffee table in front of him, "But since the hammock we hung up for you is empty, the new greenie will get it, you'll just have to show him around and teach him the important, vital stuff about the Glade."

(M/n) nodded, feeling kind of excited at the idea of receiving a new greenie in the Glade, and that made him realize that he hadn't had a single interaction with the newbie, who was the greenie before he came up, he only knew his name, Zachary, and that he was a Slopper.

"You'll basically be his babysitter for a few days or until he makes new friends, that's all," a second voice said, coming from down the hallway, Newt had walked out of his room and had overheard the conversation, and decided he should be honest with (M/n) instead of feeding him sweet lies, "It could be good or bad, but this has been a sort of tradition around the Glade for a while now, and we think you'll do a good job at that, greenie."

There was something about the way Newt talked and looked at him that made (M/n) shift in his spot, suddenly feeling a little anxious under his dark stare.

But the sound of the front door opening caught their attention, "Oh, greenie," Gally stood there, briefly making eye contact and greeting the Leaders of the Glade with a nod, "We have work to do, do you mind if I...?"

Alby hummed and signaled (M/n) to leave, "You can go, we're done."

"Alright, (M/n), come on," Gally beckoned him and he stood up from his spot on the couch, walking toward the blond while frowning at the feeling of a heavy stare on the back of his neck as they walked out of the Homestead.

He silently followed Gally, asking himself if there was something happened to Newt, maybe he was just having a bad day and it wasn't anything personal against him, but there was something going on and it put him on edge.

"Hey," the weight of Gally's arm around his shoulders snapped him back to reality, looking up at him, "Everything alright? You've been quiet," (M/n) looked around briefly, realizing they were standing in front of the Blood House, Builders and Brick-nicks bringing materials over, awaiting orders from their Keepers.

"I uh..." He stared into Gally's green eyes, feeling the uneasiness subtling down, "It's nothing, big guy, let's get to work," with a bright smile, (M/n) walked toward the rest of the guys, helping them carry anything they needed help with.

Gally chuckled and clapped a few times to get everyone's attention, "Alright, guys, we have a long day of work, let's start!"

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The afternoon and evening were spent building a new chicken pen since the one already in the barn was getting a little too small, Builders were focused on building while Brick-nicks were working on replacing any piece of wood that had to be changed. They fixed everything they could, and only had minor details to fix by the time the sun went down behind the Walls.

Everyone was pretty tired, and all they wanted was to sleep the day away, enjoy a peaceful night of sleep, and refill their energy.

"G'night, greenie," a weak smile grew on (M/n)'s face, his (e/c) eyes feeling heavy and his sight a little teary due to the yawn he let out a few seconds ago. He looked at Gally before he stepped out of the Homestead, the blond about to part ways to head to his room upstairs.

"Sleep well, Gally," they smiled at each other, and nodded in response, resuming their ways to each of their beds.

Walking through the trees in the Deadheads wasn't as scary as he once thought, taking quick yet careful steps toward his treehouse, bending down to pat Bark and give him a few 'good night' kisses, receiving a couple in return. (M/n) made his way up the ladder and untied it, pulling it up and propping it against the wall by the door, walking inside and closing the door behind him.

Stepping closer to the window, he fully closed the curtain, and a yawn escaped him again, rubbing his eyes and kneeling on his mattress, before laying down and getting comfortable under the sheets, closing his eyes to try and get some sleep for the night.

His dreams were plagued by nothingness, feeling like a void in his mind, in his heart, and in his soul. By the time his eyes opened, he tried to not think about it too much, that he simply had a bad night of sleep, like he'd had many times before since the day he arrived.

And even though it was hard, he managed to ignore the sensation for a long enough time, that he completely forgot about, coming down his room and greeting Bark before making his way to the bathroom to start the day.

-Greenie Day-

"So... How do you exactly know when a new greenie will come up?" For the first time in a while, (M/n) sat at breakfast with his friends, eating with them instead of just simply being there.

Gally lifted his sight off the plate, staring at (M/n) across from him, and he couldn't help but feel a grin growing on his face at the sight of the greenie looking happy about a new greenie coming up.

If (M/n) was content about touring the new guy, he had no reason to feel jealous at the thought of the (h/c) haired male spending time with someone else other than him.

"Well, for a while it's been a pattern, we get the Box three times with supplies only, and the fourth one has a greenie," he responded before taking a sip of his water, "Last month it was you."

There was something shining in (M/n)'s eyes at his words, but Gally didn't know what it was, exactly.

"It's crazy to think that I've been here for a whole month," Gally nodded at his words, his mind reminiscing a few of the moments he's had with (M/n), the majority of them were nice and happy, but not every day in the Glade was a good day. Dark times are meant to happen, but the things that happened that month could've been avoided entirely.

"Yeah, almost feels like I've known you forever, greenie," (M/n) stared into Gally's eyes, feeling his face heating up and his body getting goosebumps at the tone of his voice, so soft and gentle that it made him almost shiver. They smiled at each other and continued to eat what they had left of their breakfast before having to continue working.

And thankfully for them, they only had to fix small details and were pretty much done in less than an hour, so now, it was waiting time. The Box should come up by midday, just a while after eating lunch, and since (M/n) isn't the type to eat all three meals, he was sat on the swing, rocking himself back and forth slightly, looking out into the Glade, enjoying the murmurs coming from the dining area of the Homestead.

He was spending this alone time to think, trying to imagine how the greenie would be, would he be annoying and loud, or kind and quiet? Would he be a younger guy, or an older guy? Would he be... An asshole, or a sweetheart?

(M/n) didn't know, and now he wasn't sure if he wanted to know or not, the idea of being called out, in a flirting way or in a degrading way by a greenie because of how he is made him sick to his stomach. He curled in himself, letting go of the rope and resting his elbows on his knees, tilting his head forward to look at the ground, taking a deep breath as he frowned, feeling slightly worried now.

Gally walked out of the Homestead, sketchbook in hand to pass the time until the Box came up, and he caught sight of (M/n) sitting on the swing, and something about him looked off.

He made his way toward (M/n), making his presence known by walking in front of him to stand against the closest tree, and keeping his green stare on him, trying to think of a way to catch his attention or cheer him up.

"Do you want to..." Gally looked down at his sketchbook, fiddling with it for a few seconds, unsure if he should or not. (M/n) had told him he would love to see his drawings sometimes, although Gally was a bit skeptical about it, he especially didn't want to scare the greenie with all the doodles and drawings he's made of him in the past month. And he had more- drawings of other things in his old sketchbooks as well, but trying wouldn't be harmful, "Look at some of my drawings, greenie?"

After a few seconds of silence, (M/n) started raising his head, sitting more straight on the swing and turning his head to his side to look up at Gally, his sight shifting from his freckled face to the sketchbook in his grip. For a moment, he wasn't sure if he had heard correctly, so he hesitated before talking.

"You want to... Show them to me?" He asked, just to make sure that Gally wasn't feeling obligated to show his drawings to him if he didn't want to, but the blond briefly closed his eyes, pursed his lips, and nodded.

Glancing away as he handed the sketchbook over to him, "I want you to look at them, yeah."

(M/n) slowly nodded back and grabbed it, shifting his sight to Gally as he placed it on his lap, he paused for a couple of seconds before his fingers gripped the strap holding it shut, and gently opened it.

The first couple of pages were just blueprint sketches of structures, and he actually recognized a few of them as being part of the Glade now, like the Watchtower. It seemed like previous ideas weren't good or stable or sturdy enough, because the real thing looked really different from its first few versions. And after that, every few pages there was a new building idea, but page after page there was a whole drawing or just a little doodle.

Except for the pages with a full drawing, every page had a few doodles, while others only had one, and it was always the same one. A dot. A line. A dot. A line. A dot. A rectangle, and it ended the same way it started. Three dots. Two lines. Sometimes the whole doodle would be vertical, while a few times it would be horizontal, and (M/n) wondered why it was so... Familiar.

His fingers graced the doodle, and he felt as if the back of his neck was starting to burn, the sensation disappearing when he moved his hand away.

(M/n) ignored that and continued to flip the pages carefully, appreciating the sight of every drawing. They were pretty nice and well done, it surprised him actually, Gally was an amazing artist, and Builder. And let's add an incredible friend too, while we're at it.

Mostly, there were drawings of trees, and he recognized them as the Deadheads. Another page showed a hand, reaching out to a tree root that either reached back or away. Next was an oil lamp with some books piled behind it. An empty boat in the water, under the shade of a single tree, as if it was the tree's island. A little bird that made him 'aw' internally. And a drawing of the Maze.

Or well, like a twisted version of it, probably because Gally didn't know every turn and pattern of the Maze, but the other end of the Maze, the exit, led to what appeared to be a castle.

He could see with each new drawing how some of them were real, while others weren't, maybe from dreams, memories, or Gally's creative mind. Flipping another page, he saw another blueprint, realizing it was of his treehouse made him smile, and his eyes looked to the page on the right.

The faces of two people were close together, a rough, unfinished drawing. He had no idea who either of those faces belonged to since there were only a few of their features, and it seemed like Gally was or got mad while sketching it.

Speaking off, Gally was keeping a close eye on everything (M/n) was seeing, appreciating that he was taking his time to look through each one of them, no matter how bad Gally thought they were, but each flip of a page made him freak out, now knowing that if (M/n) flipped one more page, he would see all the sketches and doodles of himself plastered page after page. He was having second thoughts about letting him borrow his sketchbook now.

Everything seemed to be going in slow motion as (M/n)'s fingers held the paper, about to change pages, and Gally almost looked away, wanting to hide from the embarrassment and humiliation he was sure to feel.

But the blaring alarms of the Box announcing itself echoed in the Glade.

Saved by the bell, he thought to himself as he got handed his sketchbook by the greenie- well, he won't be the greenie soon enough now.

"Alright, listen," (M/n) was about to stand up from the swing when Gally stood in front of him, doing a good job at covering the blazing sunlight from messing up his sight, "Every greenie had a different reaction when they arrived, and sometimes- not every time, they would get a little... Aggressive," (M/n)'s eyebrows lifted in surprise, watching how Gally nodded at his reaction, "Yeah, it's not nice so, we'll calm him down and then, you can do your thing, okay?"

"Good that," a subtle smile appeared on Gally's face at (M/n)'s response, Glader slang still sounded so off and weird coming from him.

He patted (M/n)'s back and secured his sketchbook to his utility belt, "Alright, wait here."

From his spot on the swing, his (e/c) eyes followed every moment the guys did, how they stood around the Box, waiting for it to arrive. It reminded him of his first day around, but he tried to not think too much about that.

When the alarm stopped, a clanging sound could be heard coming from the inside, it was clear the new greenie was awake and freaking out, so Gally and Newt hurried to open the doors when the gate was fully opened.

Gally saw a guy with shaggy black hair, a few strands sticking to his forehead due to his sweat-covered skin. He frowned and carefully made his way down into the Box, trusting his own strength to hold this greenie back just in case he tried to do something cheeky, although the greenie had quite scrawny arms so Gally was hoping he would just not want to fight with a guy a head taller than him and packing more muscle.

"Okay, let's calm down, alright? We're not gonna hurt you, greenie," there was something about calling someone else 'greenie' that felt wrong to Gally, even if that just wasn't a nickname of endearment to use on someone but rather a temporary title.

The greenie blinked, rather frightened at the realization of being in an unknown place, his grey eyes scanning the blond in front of him and the faces observing him from their elevated spot outside of the metal cage he was in. Slowly, he pried himself away from the wall, and walked closer to Gally, accepting his help as he was pulled out by the others.

"Make sure he's calm down, Newt, I don't want him to punch (M/n) or try something sneaky," Newt frowned and nodded in response to Gally's words, "Alright! Time to get the supplies out, come on!"

Newt kept a close eye on the greenie as he took in his surroundings, his breathing picking up as he started to panic, so he took his time to help him calm down, telling him how everyone had gone through the whole thing at some point, that it was okay.

"Where... Am I...?" Was all he asked when his breathing went back to normal.

Newt chuckled and patted his back, taking him in the direction (M/n) was waiting, gently swinging himself while looking down at his fingers, "Well, someone has been assigned to help you out with anything you need for the next couple of days, so ask him anything you want."

(M/n) looked up at the sound of approaching footsteps, squinting at the bright light and smiling, hoping a friendly face would help the greenie ease his nerves. And maybe, just maybe, the greenie took that friendly smile as something else.

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So far, the first day of the new greenie seemed to be going pretty okay, except for the fact that (M/n) kept responding to everyone that said 'greenie' causing laughter from them and embarrassment from him.

Something he commented briefly to Fry while the greenie was stuffing his face on some leftovers from lunch.

Fry laughed and wrapped his arm around (M/n)'s shoulder, patted his head, and messed with his hair, as one would do to their younger sibling, their laughter filling the silence of the Homestead, "You'll always be my precious greenbean, (M/n)!"

His words made a permanent smile pull (M/n)'s lips up, and he continued touring the greenie around.

He actually thought the guy was nice, he was kind and cheerful, always trying to make (M/n) laugh, and that was enough to make him completely ignore and overlook his flirting attempts.

Something that Gally couldn't. He hadn't been able to talk to (M/n) at all since the greenie arrived, always finding a way to keep the (h/c) haired male busy and away from him, and he definitely didn't miss the way grey eyes would eye (M/n)'s body up and down, it made his blood boil. However, he was momentarily stuck on putting the bonfire together with the rest of his guys, so there wasn't much he could do to make the greenie behave.

Although shaking and shoving him around the fight circle sounded like the best option for him.

When the sun had fully set, the Gladers lit up the bonfire, doing their celebration and welcome party to the greenie, who had been finally pulled away from (M/n), leaving him some space to breathe and calm down.

And now, he was sitting on a log, enjoying Gally's drink and eating his dinner while other guys were busy fighting Gally in the circle and the rest did as he was doing, whether it was eating or drinking. Out of the corner of his eye, he briefly saw someone sitting next to him, but he didn't pay much attention to them until they spoke.

"How was your day handling the greenie?" Billy's voice reached his ears, and (M/n) turned toward him, staring at him as if he had grown a second head, and maybe a third one as well. Even if he found odd the rather calm and kind tone of voice Billy had when he spoke, (M/n) wasn't feeling uncomfortable in his presence, and he couldn't help but wonder why.

Whatever it was, he didn't mind it, and he could use some conversation to distract himself from staring at Gally.

"Uh... It was okay, but he's a little... Pushy, y'know? Guess being treated differently than you guys is gonna be part of my whole life in the Glade," Billy looked at (M/n), who was taking another sip of his drink, he could see an emotion swim in his (e/c) eyes, seemingly enhanced by the flames. Sadness.

He looked down with a tight jaw, feeling guilty of his past acts and actions toward (M/n), but he's had plenty of time to think about his situation, and try to comprehend it, Billy knew he would be scared if he was like (M/n), and he was hoping he could be forgiven for his klunkhead behavior in the past.

But for now, (M/n) and Billy had found themselves enjoying a nice chat, which unfortunately did not last long.

Peter, Jason, and Stan had found their way to them, each of them with a mason jar in hand, and different levels of consumption, so it was clear who was more drunk between the three of them.

"Hey!" Jason sat on (M/n)'s opposite side, and wrapped his arm around his shoulders, shaking him as much as he could in his drunken state, "Why don't you... You... Uh, what was it?"

Stan rolled his eyes at Jason and Peter reached his hand to grab the back of his collar, pulling him back up on his feet, "Why don't you fight Gally, she-bean?"

Peter's voice was loud enough to get the attention of everyone nearby, reaching a few of the guys cheering the fights, making a big fuss about it or agreeing to it, chanting '(M/n)!' over and over again. Some sneaky comments were able to slip through, degrading comments toward him, and Gally made sure to glare at everyone who wasn't cheering (M/n) on, successfully making them shut up.

"Are you too scared to fight Gally on your own, Peter?" Billy stood up, trying to make the Sloppers back away, effectively weirding (M/n) out at his attempt at defending him.

"Listen here you-," Neither one of them had a chance to argue back, because (M/n) stood up, his empty plate on the log and gulping the remains of his drink, heading toward the circle.

Everyone started 'ooh-ing' as they watched (M/n) approaching Gally, who had a smirk on his face, observing how he stepped into the fight circle.

"Come on, big guy," the grin pulling on (M/n)'s lips made Gally chuckle, fixing his wrist support as they started pacing around the circle. No one dared say a word.

"Rules are simple, (M/n)," he listened to the blond as they found their stance, getting ready to fight, "I try to push you out of the circle, and you have to try and last five seconds, understood?"

(M/n) almost laughed at the way Gally was stirring the waters, getting everyone pumped for what was gonna happen.

"Got it, boss," he replied with a mocking smirk, Gally doing the same.

"Alright... Come at me, shank."

Charging at Gally wasn't always a great idea, he was big and strong, but he wasn't the best with balance, so (M/n) aimed low, finding a way to destabilize him. However, Gally was ready for that move, and he simply held around (M/n)'s middle and shoved him to the side.

He tripped a few times but regained his stance, and kept trying to find ways to turn this fight in his favour.

People 'awe-ed' or 'ooh-ed' whenever either one got to trip or shove the other around the circle, witnessing a pretty even fight where no one backed down or gave up.

Both of them found themselves casually laughing together, praising a move the other would do that could've worked if done properly, and a fight that seemed to be everlasting, came to an end with a draw when Alby called out to them that it was time to go to bed, no more games.

(M/n) was just hoping that this whole thing had been enough to prove to everyone that he wasn't 'delicate' and 'soft' just because of his unchangeable biology.

"Nice fight, (M/n)," Gally patted his shoulder before gulping his water, (M/n) hummed in response, doing the same as he felt the sweat trickling down his forehead.

"I think that was the longest fight we've had yet," nodding in agreement, Gally looked down at (M/n), who was downing his water as if it was oxygen, making him release a breathy laugh.

Gladers walked past them, patting (M/n)'s back and praising him for the fight he put up against Gally, saying how he was so cool back there, making the (h/c) haired male smile at the feeling of finally being part of the Glade.

"Well, it's time to go to bed-" (M/n) started saying only to be interrupted by the feeling of someone's warm breath dangerously close to his face, a foreign hand holding his waist.

"Good night," the greenie -whose name was still unknown- muttered in his ear, making him flinch as he backed away, his back pressed against Gally's chest, finding comfort in the blond's hold around his forearm, keeping him close.

"Yeah, uh... Night, greenie," he walked away with a smirk on his face, a glint in his grey eyes that made him feel exposed, goosebumps covering his sweaty skin, making (M/n) cross his arms over his chest, a way to try and hide away from his meticulous stare.

Gally's glare only intensified with each step the greenie took as he got further away from them, suddenly feeling very protective of (M/n), whose breath was short and ragged.

"Well, I... Did not like that..." His shaky voice whispered, taking a step away from Gally, "I should go to my room, sleep well, Gally."

He really doubted he could sleep at all, knowing the greenie was interested in (M/n), and his intentions seemed less than nice, "Take care, (M/n)," Gally had to stop himself from leaning down to kiss the crown of his head, and simply decided to ruffle his (curvy/wavy/straight) hair, hearing him huff with a chuckle.

"This is bullying~!" He complained jokingly, making Gally laugh as well, and they soon parted ways to head to their own rooms.

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