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@nxwtxn
IT’S ALIIIIIIIIIIIVE
[wow i have been neglecting my little bab for so long. tbh i’ve been too caught up on my other blog these days, but i’m here now and i’m gonna post a few memes and hopefully some replies. ]
He frowns, cradling the flowers in the crook of his arm, careful not to muss the petals. “Yeah, guess you could say that.” Finn supposes Newt’s probably there for a similar reason, and any other day he might pry the answer out of him but you can’t blame him for not feeling up to it at the moment. “We going the same way?”
❝——Yeah, I’m visitin’ someone, too.❞ He gives the other male a sad smile, but doesn’t offer more explanation. Finn probably wouldn’t want to hear it, anyway. ❝——D’ya wanna go together? I won’t intrude on you, I promise.❞ He asks, one foot still placed on the steps that lead inside the shop. It’d be nice not to go alone for a change.
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it’s not that finn is necessarily unhappy to see newt, but the timing could’ve been a lot better. as it is, leaving a florist’s shop with a decidedly somber bouquet of daisies is kinda suspicious, and hes not really in the mood to answer any questions. “hey, man… i, uh —- i can’t talk right now, okay?”
❝——You goin’ to visit someone?❞ Okay, so he isn’t exactly Sherlock Holmes, but the look on Finn’s face, coupled with the flowers that he’s bought from a flower shop near the cemetery...well, it doesn’t exactly take a genius to put two and two together. Besides, the only reason why they’ve run into each other here is because Newt’s here for the same reason.
The only word that would come to mind when one looked at Newt was awful. He looked like he hadn’t slept in a week and eaten in days and it had only been a few hours since they had been laying in bed. The man looked as if he hadn’t seen sunlight for a year, his cheeks hallow and his eyes sunken and puffy from what seemed to be long since dried tears. He looked about as awful as the word awful could look and Gally didn’t know how to fix it.
That was kind of his job, his forte. He fixed things and made them work again or built them into something better, something beautiful and functional. He couldn’t do any of that with Newt half because he didn’t understand the other and half because he was too damn terrified of even so much as cracking a door to let him in. Sure, they were soulmates, but that didn’t mean that all of his issues went away with a snap of the finger; all his problems that he’d spent so many years meticulously stacking inside his closet full of skeletons wasn’t going to topple out because of one person trying to open the door. He refused that much.
But why did it hurt him deep inside to see Newt so….broken and upset? Why did it hurt him so much that he couldn’t even meet the other’s eye or even so much as look up from the dark coffee in the white mug between his hands?
Maybe it was because he knew this was coming: this very moment that he was going to be forced to lay everything out on the table. He was going to have to say it eventually. He couldn’t keep it locked away, hidden under every mixed signal he’d sent since day one of their whatever this was. Newt was demanding answers that Gally wasn’t ready to provide yet right now and it was either talk or lose him all over again. This time, most likely forever.
Gally remains quiet for a long moment, just staring at his rippling reflection in his coffee, unable to even meet his own eyes, the green color now drenched in brown so dark it was almost black. “I….” he starts, but soon closes his mouth, taking in a deep breath before slowly letting it all out until his lungs were practically deflated. It did nothing to quell the building anxiety that rumbled through his body like a freight train, making his tongue heavy and his head fuzzy.
“I…I’ve told you before. You didn’t believe a word that came out of my mouth and I guess I don’t really blame you,” he begins, still not looking up from Newt as he referred to the time he came in piss drunk one night, spewing words he never thought to say before. “I never wanted a soulmate, never thought that having another person here would be all too fuckin’ great. I’m not really a people person if you haven’t noticed, but it all kind of changed. I still never wanted one, but here you are and it’s kind of…. hard to do things when you’re not here, I guess. I dunno– the last time you left, I found myself talking to walls because I’m so used to you here, making dinner for two, all that bullshit.
"I’m rambling, I know,” he groans, rubbing a hand down over his face after having set his untouched coffee upon the table before him and groans. “I just don’t want you to go. Just…stay here. You flipped my goddamn world upside down and I can’t do anything about it.” his voice drops low into a whisper. “I need you and that’s not something I’m willing to admit lightly."
He’s looking at the other male intently as he waits for him to come up with a reply. Once Gally does, he releases a deep breath he hadn’t realized he was holding inside. His shoulders sack slightly after being tense for so long.
❝——Okay...❞ He says after taking air into his lungs once again in a loud, shudder-y breath, slowly nodding to himself. ❝——Okay.❞ He repeats as if he needs to assure himself that that’s what he’s just said. Then he just sits there for a few moments, looking so frozen in his place that with his pale, pale skin he could be mistaken for an ice sculpture.
Then he slowly stands up from his chair and picks up his backpack, and his gaze shifts halfheartedly between Gally and the door. For a few seconds it seems as if he’s about to turn around and walk out of that door, but then he takes an unsure step towards the bedroom.
❝——I’m gonna...put my stuff back.❞ He finally says, as if those few words can settle everything between them. He starts walking towards the bedroom again, looking a little less unsure of his steps. His limp is more distinct than ever.
It doesn’t take him long to unpack. He hadn't exactly packed many things to begin with. And his most precious possession in the world was still here, after all; his piano, which had made his fingertips itch with the need to run them over its keys when his eyes had fell upon it on walking back here.
He’s finally made Gally talk to him. He feels as if a wight has been lifted from his chest. He flops down on the bed in a not too elegant motion. Gally only talked because he’d been afraid. If Newt had known that was what could get him to talk, then...
But Newt isn’t cruel. He didn’t put the both of them through this just to get Gally to tell him what he wanted to hear. He hadn’t even considered coming back to this place when he’d left it a few hours ago. He’d been so determined to leave. But he’s left twice now. What if Gally starts to think this is just one of Newt’s tricks to get him to do what he wants? What if he stops taking him seriously? Not that Gally took him seriously before, but still...
He takes out a small bottle from his pocket and opens the lid, staring down at the bottom of it. He’s already had one pill this morning, but it clearly hasn’t been working. He takes out another and swallows it dryly, and then shifts to lie down on the bed. He needs to stop thinking. He needs his brain to stop throwing random stupid thoughts at him for two seconds. His eyes peer through the doorway to the living room. He doesn’t find enough strength in his bones to walk back there and seek Gally out. He silently hopes the other male would come to him. How he wishes to be held right now.
He was there. Right in front of him. Gally could easily reach out and just touch him, pull him in and never let go. But that’s not who he was, wasn’t the type of man he was. So he stands there, bewildered that Newt had even come back despite his pleading over texts for him to do so. Gally had been terrified when he woke up to an empty bed. It had felt like something had been ripped from him, like a part of his inner core– his…soul if you will – was missing. It had sent him into a full blown panic. That wasn’t a feeling that he admitted to lightly, either.
“Yeah– Yeah come in.” Gally says, rubbing the back of his neck as he moves out of the way, giving Newt as much space to enter as he needs. Gally closes the door softly behind him, doing back up the latches before running a hand through his hair. “I’ll go…make some coffee. You take it with creamer, right?” he asks, shifting a bit around the other while still repressing the urge to hold him close and make him never want to leave again. Once in the kitchen, he gets the coffee maker all set up and stares down at the dark water as it begins to drip into the glass.
He doesn’t know what to say or how to even approach talking about anything. So he remains silent until the coffee is finished, preparing Newt’s how he has learned that he likes it before taking the two mugs out, setting them on the coffee table. Gally stares down into the pitch black of his own, watching the ripples on the surface from his thumb tapping at the side until finally, words are easing out of his mouth.
“Where did you go?"
He bows his head as he walks past the other male, reluctant to meet his eyes. He goes to stand in the middle of the room, unsure of what to do with himself. He looked so out of place with the worn out look on his face, and his backpack slung across his shoulder. It’s as if all those weeks he has lived in this place never happened.
He merely nods at Gally’s question, his fingers still tightly clasping the strap of his backpack. His gaze is a little distant as he takes in the furniture around him as if he hasn’t seen them in years, when in reality it’s only been a few hours. This place never really felt like home, anyway.
He lets out a small sigh and lets the backpack slide off his shoulder as he moves to one of the chairs and sits down, although his whole figure is still tense. His arms are wrapped around him as if to protect himself, and knees are drawn close together, his elbows resting upon them. When Gally places a cup of the hot liquid in front of him, he takes it greedily into his hands, wrapping his bony fingers around it and feeling the numbness slowly seeping out of them. He lifts his gaze when the other male addresses him.
❝——Out.❞ He replies dully, but it’s true. He had been walking around all night, unsure of where to go or what to do as his mind took him to places he didn’t wish to go. He lifts the mug to his lips and takes a small sip from it, allowing the sweetness of the liquid to burst on the tip of his tongue. He’s always had a bit of a sweet tooth.
❝——Gally, listen,❞ He starts abruptly, placing the mug back down on the coffee table. ❝——I came back ‘cause I needed to talk to you about somethin’. There’s somethin’ I need to know ‘fore I decide if I’m gonna stay.❞ He’s finally looking at the other male, his gaze more confident than before.
❝——I know you’re a bit...closed off when it comes to emotions an’ stuff, but I need to know how you feel about me. How you really feel. I just need to know.❞
I need to think. Gally tosses his phone over to the other side of the bed, running a hand down his face. He glances over at the clock, seeing the red block letters that read 3:47 am. Biting back a groan, Gally rolls over onto his stomach and pushes his face into the pillow as he tries to force himself to sleep. As it goes, he had to learn the hard way that squeezing his eyes shut so tight that his eyeballs started to ache didn’t do the trick. If anything, it made him more awake which in turn made him angry.
If anything, he was angry at himself. I need to think. Those words just kept playing over and over in his mind, the message flashing behind his closed eyelids until he couldn’t take it anymore. He flings the covers off his body, grabbing a package of cigarettes off the night stand and makes his way to the window. Taking one out, he puts it between his lips, lighting it up as he opens the window. As the nicotine spreads through him, quelling the boiling anger and anxiety inside of him, he finally was able to think. He had a fifty-fifty chance of Newt coming back to him, of getting probably one of the best things that had ever happened to him home. But that also meant he had a fifty-fifty chance of losing him forever. It wasn’t hard math on paper, but in his heart and mind, it was one of the hardest things to accept.
Three cigarettes later, his phone goes off once more. Gally bangs his knee against the windowsill as he dives back for the bed, fumbling with his password to get in and see who had texted him. are u still awake? He practically held his breath as the three dots at the bottom of the screen indicated that Newt was still typing. A few seconds later, his phone buzzed in his hand. i don’t have my keys.
Newt had come back. He hadn’t left forever, he was right outside the front door. Gally barely had even realized that he was moving until he made it to the front door, quickly undoing all of the locks and flinging the door open to look down at the other male, meeting his eyes and just staring. It felt like there was something caught in his throat, something hard and round that didn’t go away no matter how hard he swallowed.
“You….You came back."
He isn’t entirely sure why he’s come back, when he had left this place with such determination just a few hours ago. He’s told himself it’s because he has no other place to go, when in truth he could have just stayed at Minho’s until he figured out what he was going to do in the morning, but he didn’t want to give his friend one more reason to go all Rambo on Gally.
So he still cares about Gally. He cares a lot. Although he still can’t figure out why. Yes, they are soulmates and all that, but it can’t be just that. It’s something more; something he can’t quite put his finger on. He just knows that he wants to stop feeling it. Gally has done absolutely nothing to deserve the strong pull that Newt feels towards him whenever he thinks of him. He wishes he can go back to hating him, just like when they hadn’t found out they were destined to spend what was left of their lives learning how to tiptoe around one another. Things were much simpler then.
He looks up at Gally when he opens the door, and he looks utterly miserable. His eyes are puffy and red, and his skin looks paler and sicklier than ever, as if he hasn’t eaten anything for a whole day, which, in hindsight, is rather true. If this is the effect of not having Gally around, he isn’t going to admit to it even if it kills him.
His gaze is a little shy when it meets the other male‘s halfway, not lingering in one place for too long. He knows he’s probably been far too childish for his own good, but a part of that can be blamed on his condition. Does Gally know about his depression? He can’t remember. It’s still not a good enough excuse for him packing up and leaving without a warning, but he does do crazy things when his depression kicks up, when his mind takes over his life and whatever fear he’s been holding inside overflows. He had been afraid of being left behind, so he’d chosen to do the leaving instead. Too bad that his heart hadn’t been in it from the start.
❝——Can I come in?❞ He asks hesitantly, as if he trying to weigh the situation; to see how many bridges he has burned on his way out.
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your otp finding each other annoyingly endearing aka:
you’re so stoic or deadpan most of the time but when your get flustered your face lights up red like a beacon and it’s so cute.
you’re such a bum getting up late all the time but you always greet me by wrapping your hands around my waist and just get dressed already
you have no idea what personal space is and it’s really distracting when your face is two inches away from mine, what if i turn my head and accidentally kiss you
your music choice is so bad but your undeniably yet irritatingly cute when you bop your head along
you don’t like snuggling or a lot of touching but when you’re asleep you’re a cuddler for better or for worse
I am the worst sucker for reincarnated loves like I am the WORST TRASH FOR THAT SHIT
That thing where they first meet again and that expression of confusion bc ‘I know them’
and then they struggle with getting closer for no damn reason but just?? t h e m
And tHEN THEY GET FLASHBACKS OF THE HORRIBLE THINGS THAT TORE THEM APART IN A PREVIOUS LIFE
Or one of them does and they have to stare into that other person’s face every morning knowing they’ll never understand how much they love them
pUNCH ME IN THE FACE AND GIVE ME REINCARNATED SHIP AU’S!!
WRITING TOGETHER IS A PARTNERSHIP - AKA DON’T MAKE YOUR PARTNER CARRY THREADS ON THEIR OWN.
I have received several messages about tricks to writing and if there are any key POINTS to being a GOOD writer. Good, as a term is subjective of course, changes from one person to the other. Though WRITING does have certain tricks to it to look more appealing to the reader, and in our case, being a ‘GOOD WRITING PARTNER’ is more about making things easier for the people you share your hobby with more than the actual style of your writing. So what is this that I am talking about?
Of course, there are many tips to write things that are more readable, to have your writing flow better, if you will. But this is more about giving your partner things they can actually work on, aka the CONTENT of your writing. Carefully chosen words, poetic approaches, styling etc. etc. sure have their effect on making a piece of writing a joy to read, though it does not mean your reply is not STALE. If the content is lost within words, no matter how beautiful it may be to read your writing, it will LOSE points of actual action and thus will be DRY, and a HARD reply.
Don’t have your muse only mentally react, especially for longer threads which usually consists mostly of muses’ train of thoughts, environmental and emotional exploration, pen-portraiting of expressions and so on, it is important to CREATE action rather than ONLY give reaction. Be it physical or verbal, big or tiny, drop at least a line of MOVEMENT without any IMPACT. Your partner will have a chance to EXPAND/CHANGE/FURTHER-EXPLORE the current situation if you too put in the effort of creativity. Don’t leave your reply at EXPLAINING feelings/thoughts/etc, make sure it takes body somehow. Read your reply as if it is someone else’s and given to you, see if you can build a picture over it, find points to WORK & turn into material for yourself.
Carrying threads alone is truly tiring, and even boring at points, and usually causes writers to feel COLDER towards their threads. Keep in mind that it’s back and forth, action reaction, and that even the smallest line that can be worked on for the sake of furthering storyline is a huge gift to your partner and thus to you. Have fun waffles!
“If you knew you weren’t gonna be fun why did you come over?” Finn knows Newt’s got a point, but he’ll do his best to spin this back at the blonde any way he can. “I mean, who does that? Who leaves their house if they know they aren’t gonna go outta their way to have a good time? I mean, what even?”
❝——Whoa, take it easy, mate. Don’t want your brains explodin’ all over my favourite top.❞ The blond boy grins, clearly satisfied with the reactions he’s getting out of Finn. It’s really amusing how childish he can be sometimes. Well, all the time, really.
if you’re struggling for AU ideas take a look-see at this list i wrote for my friend who dubbed it “better than the 10 commandments"
1) Coffee shop AU
i) Barista and person who has a ridiculous coffee order
ii) I’m worried about your coffee dependency
iii) you accidentally poured boiling hot coffee over me so you’re responsible for taking me to A&E
iv) you give me a different fake name every time you come into starbucks and I just want to know your real name bc ur cute but here I am scrawling “batman” onto your stupid cappuccino
2) Flower shop AU
i) You buy a weird amount of flowers and I’m concerned as to why
ii) I’m allergic to flowers but I work in a flower shop – you’re a customer who’s very confused as to why I’d do that
iii) (this is also a good way to incorporate flower meanings eg, buying certain colours/types for person to represent feelings etc.)
3) Library AU
i) You’re overdue on this book and I want it so I’m tracking u the fuck down
ii) I work in the library and I’m a little concerned for your health bc you never stop studying
iii) The library’s pretty empty save for you and me and OH that couple making out loudly in the shelves somewhere
4) Awful first time meeting
i) I accidentally punched you in the face when I was too overexcited about something
ii) I thought you were my friend who’s just done something awful to me (read: cut my hair while I slept, dyed all of my clothes pink, etc. etc.) because you look similar from behind so I stormed up to you and shoved you from behind while calling you an asshole
iii) You get the gist to this one
iv) Oooh when you told me your name I thought you were joking because it’s fucking awful and I made a joke about it and things got awkward real fucking fast (perfect for a Hannibal au just saying)
5) Weird places to meet/awkward meetings in general
i) We live in the same block of flats but haven’t ever talked and Sunday morning we were both doing the walk of shame and had to stand in the lift together
ii) “okay I know that being in the woods at 2am is a weird thing to be doing but my friend called me and- wait, why are you in the woods at 2am, fuck I’m going to die aren’t I?”
iii) A personal favourite of mine – first day at a new job and oh fuck my boss is the person I drunkenly hooked up with last weekend/night
iv) We keep accidentally running into each other I’m not a stalker I swear
v) You live across from me in our apartments and we smile when we see each other but we don’t really know each other and oh you’re the stripper at my friend’s stag do/hen night fuck this is really uncomfortable
vi) “My shower’s broken but I’ve got a date tonight could I possibly use your shower please?” “Oh sure (neighbour that I’ve been crushing on for the past six months) of course you can use my shower to get ready for your date (fuck fuck fuck)”
6) Friends to romance – pining and all that wonderful shit
i) You’ve got a date tonight and you asked for advice on what to wear but I’m so in love with you and damn you look good in the outfit I picked out for you
ii) I really like you but you’re my best friend’s ex
iii) You’ve liked me for ages and were really obvious about it and I didn’t like all the attention but now you’re over me I really miss it and fuck I think I like you too?
iv) Somewhere along the way of getting into bar fights together, staying up all night with movie marathons, other friendship things, I’ve fallen in love with you but oh my god this could ruin EVERYTHING
v) Friends with benefits oh wait I like you
7) FAKE DATING HOLY SHIT I LIVE FOR THIS
i) It’s my highschool reunion and I need a hot date so I can rub it in the faces of the people who hated me
ii) My homophobic parents are coming to visit will you pretend to date me as an extra “fuck you”?
iii) There’s a person who won’t stop bugging me will you pretend to be my partner so that they’ll fuck off?
iv) I told my sister I have a boyfriend so she’d stop trying to set me up with people but now she’s coming to visit and I’m in too deep I need a fake boyf ASAP
8) Soulmate aus
i) The first words your true love(s) will say to you are tattooed on you and why the fuck are their first words something really ridiculous like ‘I’ll pay you a tenner to punch me in the face’ or ‘quick what’s your favourite animal’ or ‘fucking shit hell holy fuck wow oh my god jesus h Christ fuck me’ etc. or even worse a really ridiculous song lyric like the opening lines of uptown funk or a high school musical song or smthing did you have to serenade me the first time you saw me asshole?
ii) You get an ‘impression’ of your soulmate when you turn 18 or something but all I got was a strong smell of bananas or an overwhelming feeling that Thatcher was a good prime minister or an image in my mind of a fucking unicorn
iii) The more ridiculous the better actually
iv) Something like whenever your soulmate sings a duet you can’t help but join in and my fucking soulmate is in a goddamn band but I can’t sing for shit
v) Or maybe something like soulmates always sneeze at the same time and I cant be sure but me and this kid in my French class just sneezed at the same time are we soulmates or was it a coincidence (proceed w character trying to make themselves sneeze around said person to see what’s what)
9) Alternate universes for real
i) Mermaids
ii) Siren and asexual pirate who doesn’t understand why all his crew are losing their shit that person has a nice voice sure but what the fuck is happening
iii) Hogwarts
iv) We live in a world where the greek gods are real and you went and got yourself cursed and now I have to go on a fucking quest to sort this shit out why do I love you again?
v) Pacific rim au (either they’re drift compatible or one of them is a ranger and the other stresses constantly bc what if they die yes I have read a fic like this no I didn’t come up with this one but it’s fucking good) (also if you haven’t seen that film go watch it now)
vi) Literally any movie or book universe you like tbh just go for it
10) Other aus that I like
i) I wanted to go on the ferris wheel but there has to be two people to a cart come on random person let’s go oh wait are we stuck at the top? Fuck
ii) We work in the same office and you have a goddamn squeaky chair and you wONT FUCKING STOP SQUEAKING IT BECAUSE YOU KNOW IT ANNOYS ME
iii) Our mutual friend set us up on a blind date and I thought I’d hate it but you’re actually… kind of funny? But because I expected to hate it in no way am I going to let you change my mind just because you’re gorgeous and funny and intelligent oh no my friend is not winning this
iv) It started to snow and I’m the only one of our friends who would go outside with you – I soon found out why none of the others would go out in the snow with you (this works best if they’re new friends who don’t know each other all that well) when you shoved a handful of snow down my back and declared snow war
v) It’s nowhere near Christmas it’s literally still November would you calm down about Christmas wait no why are you getting the tree out no stop please stop (if you do this pre-relationship you can have the grouchy one secretly finding the other’s excitement endearing and falling in love with them actually that works for established relationship too)
vi) Current partner got a new job in America (or other country far away) and we’re getting by on skype calls and emails but it’s not easy and then I met someone new (can be poly or can be finding the OTP person)
vii) You want us both to get in shape and I hate working out/running but your ass looks really good in shorts oh the things I do for my friends and their nice asses
viii) Carrying on from 10.vii. you’ve caught me checking you out in what I thought was a subtle way too many times and now you’re calling me out on it what do I do???
ix) You’re an actor/other famous person that I really admire and I just saw you in the street and as I was debating whether or not to say hi you came up to me and started flirting what do I do??
x) You were waving at your friend behind me but I got confused and waved back at you and now I’m dying of embarrassment but you think it’s cute
xi) I sat down in the wrong class and I’m panicking but don’t want to get up and leave because the class has started and you think it’s hilarious and shut up you dumb fuck you don’t know me aahhh
xii) I’m a waiter at this wedding and you’re a drunk guest who will not stop hitting on me please I’m trying to work no I can’t dance with you omg let me find you some water
xiii) Our best friends are that awful ‘cute’ couple that make-out in public and call each other “sweetie” and “sugar” and “babe” and god they’re awful let’s talk about how awful they are – develops into “shit we’re the awful couple now”
xiv) You pissed me off in class so I threw a book at your head and now I’m in detention and jesus fuck I hate you so much and the teacher made me apologise and wait you’re cuter up close and the way you talk is kind of nice actually oh fuck no
Okay I could go on forever but this is over 1,500 words of auing already I have too many ideas christ
send me some to @theskyis-forever with a pairing for me to write :)
☀ [yooo~ ]
[ msg ] : fuck[ msg ] : it’s already 8[ msg ] : good morning asshole[ msg ] : thanks for keeping me up late
[ msg: Newt ] : lucky you, then [ msg: Newt ] : i’ll get my revenge on u
[ text: Tommy ] it’s ur own fault for staying up with me it’s not like i forced u
[ text: Tommy ] admit u enjoy my company
Thomas agreed to let it go. He had his own faults, after all, and having Newt bring those up wouldn’t feel good, either. A long pause ensued, before he spoke again, expressing his agreement. “Alright,” he said, “let’s forget about that, then.” But who was he kidding? He wouldn’t exactly forget, would he? But he would let it go if Newt wanted him to.
“Me neither.” The party hasn’t even reached full swing, and it already gave him shit.
He gave the other boy a halfhearted look before looking away. ❝——I’m gonna go home.❞ He muttered quietly, turning to leave. He felt absolutely shitty about everything that had happened. He was upset with Thomas, but he was more upset with himself. He’d never done something so childish in his entire life, and if he had, he’d never felt so disgusted with himself for doing it.
I need to get laid
