Wings - So!YoON!, Phum Viphruit

THEA'S POV:

Looking up at the ceiling, I twisted and turned while laying in bed.

Alone.

After my little comment about sleeping together, Synn decidedly changed his mind and declared he'd take the sofa instead. I'd protested and said his bed was perfectly big enough for the both of us but he was persistent, saying there were a couple of things he needed to do and that he didn't wish to disturb me - and so half an hour later, I found myself in the darkness of his bedroom with a kiss lingering on my forehead from his sweet, promising mouth. I'd much rather he could kiss me now but he didn't seem to agree.

Disappointment and longing played a solemn musical number in the cavern of my thorax; the musical notes filled the empty space as best it could, but the echoes only made me feel more hollow.

Now that I was alone with my feelings, I was more confused than ever. I couldn't believe Synn had said those wonderful things... I couldn't believe I'd done those wonderful things to Synn. I raised two fingers to my lips and reminisced the feel of his mouth on mine, the warmth of his eager, punishing tongue and his fingers slipping through my hair. The memory had a shy grin consuming me. I buried my face in the pillow and squealed, flailing my legs briefly before grabbing the other pillow and hugging it tight.

Peering over the pillow, I stared at the wide, endless windows. But if he liked me so much, why didn't he want to sleep with me?

The thought puzzled me. I knew he wasn't rejecting me but it certainly felt like it. How had I managed to capture a sexy, loving boyfriend and lose him in the span of a night?

I sighed a sorrowful sigh and released the pillow from my embrace. I just needed to sleep, like Synn had said. Before kissing me goodnight, he'd asked me to write down a description of the woman at the cafe and any other details I figured were important, and after that, he'd said rest.

Rest... rest... but how was I supposed to rest after an eventful night like this?!

Screwing my eyes shut, I summoned all the exhaustion inside me and prayed I'd fall asleep in the next hour, but as I tossed and turned beneath the silky covers, it seemed nobody was in to answer my prayers. The night trickled on, blackness pooling the night sky only to be lit by a thousand gemstones of the city lights. I listened to cars honk and screech, the clock tick on the wall, and my tummy rumble mildly when I remembered I didn't have dinner.

I couldn't fall asleep like this. I just couldn't.

Crawling out of bed, I wrapped the duvet around me and pressed a pillow to my stomach. The marble floors were ice-cold beneath my unsuspecting toes and I tried not to shiver as I wandered over to the door. Clad in only Synn's large, white button-down, the cool air brushed my thighs. Even though he was the one who had lent me his clothes, I still felt embarrassed wearing them and subconsciously huddled myself tighter in the blanket so my body was removed from view.

I stepped into the hallway. The streaks of gold that were gouged through the wall appeared to glimmer, molten and moving. In silent awe, I took in the emptiness of the penthouse and wondered what else was hidden inside. There were a number of tasteful paintings breaking the strands of gold and I stopped to stand in front of one at the end of the hallway: a watercolour boy composed of greys was the centrepiece and before him, a world of multitudinous colour. Greens, violets, yellows and blues all came together in a vivid ensemble, so rich that I could practically taste the colours on my tongue. I tilted my head at the boy, so detached from the world and yet longing to be part of it.

Wrapping the duvet tighter around me, I stepped away from the painting and towards the grand staircase. I peered over the bannister. What I expected to find was the beautiful man lounging on one of the sofas or perhaps in deep slumber, but all I found was an abandoned, crumpled blanket on the settee and dead silence. Frowning, I contemplated exploring some more and then carefully waded down the stairs.

I reached the landing and examined the dark, empty space of the living room and kitchen. Where was Synn hiding?

My answer came to me in the form of a faint murmur and I turned my head. One thing I realised was that Synn's penthouse was far larger than I'd expected or even realised: as I followed the murmuring sound, I discovered a maze of hallways and doors, each one appearing more grand than the last. I was grateful to live comfortably at home but this, this was a whole other level. I wondered what could be lurking behind those doors.

A door leaking golden light caught my attention and I stopped in front of it. Poking my head forward, the source of the sound came into view and I found Synn's large form leaning against a black desk, one arm folded over his chest and one hand holding a phone to his ear. Through the stretched material of his white tee, I could just about glimpse the bandages snaking around his torso. His tattooed arms bulged, sleeves snug against his biceps and subconsciously tensed as the Spanish man spoke in his mother tongue. My eyes flickered over his tousled, black hair. What surprised me most, however, was a pair of glasses framing his eyes as he turned to skim over a paper on his desk.

He was talking fast, I didn't know to whom, but when I caught sight of the sticky note I'd scribbled on depicting the leader of Elusion, I figured what it was about. My stomach churned at the thought.

A stray footstep betrayed me, making the softest sound, and I bit down on my lip but Synn had already heard. He raised his head and eyed the gap in the door for a long moment. A second later, his phone call finished and he was setting his phone on the desk.

My heart thundered as he approached the door and pulled it open, revealing my huddled frame and wide, guilty eyes.

"What's this?" he said huskily. His mouth pulled into a sly grin and he bent down, placing his hands on his knees. "Was my little angel spying on me?"

"No, no I wasn't! I was just looking for you," I explained as a steady flush clambered my cheeks. I pulled the blanket tighter around my shoulders, aware of my bare legs. "You weren't on the sofa."

"I see," he nodded.

"I didn't know you wear glasses."

As if just realising, he raised his hand to one of the handles and removed them. "They're for reading. I don't wear them much."

"They're pretty."

His ice-eyes caught mine and I pulled my lower lip between my teeth, heart beating harder at the sight of him.

"They make you look pretty," I mumbled. "You should wear them more."

"Should I?"

I nodded my head.

"Because my baby says?"

I nodded my head.

"What happens if another girl thinks I'm pretty too?"

I stopped and stared at him. My brows pulled together with the force of a magnet. I never thought I was a jealous person. My parents had always taught me to share and be kind, even to my enemies, but the thought of another girl seeing Synn the way that I did, looking at the gangleader with desire and infatuation - it had my chest burning with an unfamiliar emotion. Before I knew it, my hand was reaching out and plucking the pair of glasses from Synn, then hiding them under my blanket.

"Don't wear them."

A deep chuckle left his throat. "No?"

I shook my head, lips pushing into a pout as an amused hum escaped him. He could laugh as much as he wanted. I wasn't about to let anyone else have him. Nope, nope, nope.

"Okay, I'll do whatever my little girl tells me to," he said and placed his hands on his thick thighs, returning to his full height. Clutching onto the ends of the duvet, I gazed up at him through scrunched eyebrows. He rested his hand at the top of the doorframe and leaned over me, his huge frame shadowing the light of his office. "Now, care to explain why you're here and not in bed where I left you?"

*omg the door thing gets me every time*

"Hmm..." I kicked at the floor, toes scrunching. "For some reason, I couldn't sleep. And also, I'm a bit hungry."

"Hungry?" Synn frowned. "You haven't eaten?"

The concern sewn into his voice had me trying to reassure him with a smile. "I mean, I ate earlier but I'm just feeling a bit peckish now."

By earlier, I meant lunchtime, but he didn't need to know that.

"Que no va a hacer," he said lowly. He rolled his tongue along the inside of his cheek while I looked up at him sheepishly. Nodding to himself, he held out a large, inviting hand. "Come. I'll feed you."

[That won't do.]

"You don't need to cook anything! I don't want to trouble you." I slipped my small hand into his and followed after him in my blanket. He made me feel giddy just holding my hand. "Just a small snack is fine... like cake? Do you have cake?"

"No."

"Chocolate cake?"

"Chocolate cake comes under the category of cake, baby."

"What about cookies?"

"No. Even if I did, I wouldn't let you have them."

"Wha- why? That's unfair!"

"No es bueno para ti."

[It's not good for you.]

"What does that mean?"

"It means that if you don't close that pretty mouth," he trailed off, glancing down at me momentarily as we entered the living room. His eyes flashed darkly against the city lights. "I'm going to do something very unpretty to it."

"Hm?"

I frowned deeply at his words. What did he mean by unpretty? That didn't even make any sense.

Before I knew it, we'd reached the white leather sofas and Synn drew me gently by the hand. "Sit."

I sunk into one of the cushions and gazed up at him dumbfoundedly.

"Good girl. Now stay. I'll bring something for you."

The tall man stepped past the sofa. I curled up on the settee, letting the duvet slip past my shoulders and my wavy hair fall behind me. I tied it into a ponytail using the scrunchie on my wrist. Curiously, I watched the man step into the kitchen space and open the fridge. He stayed there for a moment, muscle rippling through the back of his shirt and grey sweatpants clinging to his waist.

"Are there any fruits you don't like?" he asked, bending down to open a drawer.

"I like all fruit," I grinned and changed positions so that my elbows were resting on the back of the sofa and I had a perfect view of him in the kitchen.

Registering my response, he pulled out an assortment of fruits ranging from bananas to apples, from grapes to pears, from pomegranate to guavas and mangoes - my favourite. He set the fruit on the kitchen island and began steadily peeling and chopping them. I watched his fingers in awe. How did he move so gracefully? And so quickly? The colours assembled wonderfully into china bowls and before long, he was bringing us bowls of fruit along with mugs of steaming liquid.

"What's that?"

"Chamomile tea." He slipped the warm drink between my hands. "To help you sleep better, no?"

The action reminded me of my father and his ritual timing of bringing me chai every day. Heart fluttering, I smiled and blew into the warm, golden liquid. Whilst letting it cool, I took a couple bites of the fruit in front of me and hummed at the sweet, tangy flavours.

"Thank you for making this," I burbled with my mouth full.

"Swallow."

Synn's dominant tone caught me off guard as he sat down on the sofa opposite me, and I coughed and forced the fruit down my throat.

"Good," he said and sipped his tea. "And you're more than welcome, baby. But as soon as you're done, you're going back upstairs and getting into bed, entiendes?"

"Wait, but why?" I said with wide, searching eyes. "I didn't agree to that!"

"You'll do as I say."

"But I don't wanna sleep alone," I whined and said the last part in a mumble. "I wanna sleep with you."

"That's too bad."

"Synn, that's mean." I narrowed my eyes at the man.

"Is it?"

"Mhm."

"Really?"

"Really really."

Synn's eyes twinkled in amusement and he lowered his head, black hair swaying. He pushed a piece of apple into his mouth and leaned back on the sofa. His legs spread wide. Huffing, I did the opposite and curled up smaller by sitting criss-cross applesauce on the seat beneath me and wrapping my blanket around me. I poked at the fruit in my bowl.

"Can I ask you something for real?" I said softly.

"Of course."

"Why don't you want to sleep with me?" He paused, eyes drifting to mine. "You said you wanted to earlier but now you don't want to, and I don't understand. Did I do something wrong?"

Golden light swaddled the beautiful man, defining the sharpness of his features. I couldn't read him. Despite him dressed so casually, he was just as intimidating with his large, tattooed form in the most alluring way. His necklace dangled as he leaned forward to rest an elbow on his thigh. I cocked my head to the side whilst attempting to conceal the hurt and confusion in my eyes.

"My intention wasn't to make you feel that way, mariposa," came his warm, rumbling voice. "The truth is... I don't want to push you."

[Butterfly.]

"Push me?"

"You have a fear of men, Thea. That doesn't just go away because you want it to." Thoughtfully, I chewed my lip and let my eyes fall from his face. But then he lowered his head and forced himself in my line of vision so that I was met with the kind curve of his mouth and his eyes. "Rate your fear for me."

My shoulders slumped. "I thought we'd gotten rid of that," I muttered.

"Tell me."

I swallowed, eyes flickering about his face. What was my fear? Could I quantify it now when I looked at him?

"It-It's harder now," I said rushedly and grabbed my tea. "Before, I could distinguish fear from my other emotions but now... now it's... it's like that time you told me in the car. The difference between fear and having a crush. In both, you have sweaty hands, a fast heartbeat. I know that my feelings have become, um, romantic, but I can't say whether my fear has vanished or not. I'm sorry, I-I know that's probably not the answer you were hoping for."

"Don't apologise. Putting your feelings into words is a brave and difficult thing to do. But I'm happy to know you've proved my point."

"Have I?" I asked listlessly.

Synn leaned forward again and reached across the table separating us. He clasped my hand, rough fingers wrapping around mine. "The difference between love and fear can be a blurred line. Most people experience a mixture of it growing up, often with their parents. But I want you to learn the difference. I don't want you to be scared of me. I want your fear to reach zero when you're with me. That's why I want you to be entirely comfortable when we do things together, whether it be kissing or sleeping in the same bed. Do you understand?"

"I think so..."

I looked down at our connected hands. I squeezed his palm in thought.

"But what if... my fear never goes away? And a part of me is always afraid?"

The question pained me to ask but it was a reflection of my internal state. I was a fly trapped in a web of dread and panic, and the web was my world. A spider inhabited the centre and came walking on nimble tips, eight legs spread to wrap her guests in delicate parcels of silk. Every time I broke a strand of her web, another thread was strewn and I felt the loss of myself stronger than ever. No matter how hard I tried, I knew I couldn't escape. Even if I kept trying and trying, could I ever escape my fear? And what if I didn't escape that spider?

"That won't happen."

Confused, I glanced up at him to find him eyeing me intensely. I'd been chewing my lip harshly, caught in a trap of my thoughts, and I released my lip from my teeth. Synn looked like the first time I'd told him I was afraid of men; there was certainty in his gaze, a certainty that spread through his jaw and his mouth and left no room for doubt. His thumb drifted over my knuckles and he spoke again, slowly this time.

"I won't let that happen, entiendes?"

[Understand?]

I smiled smally, hope burning a hole straight through my web. If there was anyone who could save me from my fear, it would be him, and one day - perhaps one day - he'd manage to do it.

"Now drink. Tea is best when it's warm, hm?"

I nodded my head and pressed my lips to the rim of the mug, sipping the chamomile tea. A harmony of honey and sweetness trickled down my throat and I gulped down a few sips before licking my lips. In turn, Synn sipped his tea slowly whilst staring hard at the table; whenever he was thinking, unlike most people whose eyes became glazed and unfocused, his would turn sharper and more focused than ever. I found myself staring deep into those stalactites of ice and deeper into the cave of him.

"Can I ask you another question?" I said curiously.

Synn gestured with his head. "Dime."

[Tell me.]

I sipped my tea again and tried to work my words into a sentence. "If I'm being honest, I feel like I... I don't know you as much as I thought I did. I know you lied to hide your identity so I'm not mad at you, but I want to know... more. About you. And-And about the Mafia."

Working his jaw, the man inhaled and exhaled. "Ask me. I'll try to answer."

"Will you really?" I smiled. I set down the mug of tea and retrieved the pillow I'd been crushing against me to set it against the armrest of the sofa. I lay on my side snuggled deep into the sofa, blanket concealing me. Synn looked upon me disapprovingly. "I'm just getting comfy! It's not like I'm planning to sleep here or anything." I hummed to myself and tapped my chin. "Okay, um, my first question is... what brought you into the Mafia?"

"Next question."

"Hey!" I exclaimed and sat up. "But it's only my first question! I thought you said you'd answer."

Synn leaned back in his seat and crossed his arms over his chest, defining his thick arms. "I said I'd try, little baby. There's a difference."

"But you're not even trying," I said pointedly. "Come on, you have to answer. Please?"

Channelling my focus, I put everything into giving him my puppy eyes. He shifted uncomfortably but his eyes didn't move. Two could play at that game. I leaned forward and stuck out my lower lip, letting a soft, hopeful sound leave my throat. Synn's eyes flickered to my lips and he swallowed harshly, teeth grinding with the urge to withstand my complexion of plea and innocence. After a long moment, he was running his hand through his hair and looking the other way.

"Fuck, necesito controlarme," he murmured and he lifted his hips for a moment. When he looked at me next, his eyes were dark and laced with annoyance. "Fine, pequeña mocosa, you win."

[I need to control myself.]

[Little brat.]

"I don't know why you try," I teased and slumped back down against the pillow. "Now tell me, tell me."

He sighed, hands now resting in his lap. His eyes drifted away. "I'm in the Mafia because of family."

"Family?"

"Sí... family."

[Yes.]

"Can I ask which family?"

Reluctantly, Synn answered. "My father."

"Oh, I see." I traced flowers on the black, satin pillow. "Do you guys work together?"

"No," he said all too quickly. He clenched his jaw. "We're not on good terms."

I stared at him for a long time and realised I shouldn't press any harder; secrets lay beyond the gates of his eyes, secrets he wished to keep hidden and I'd respect.

"Hmm, what about Carmelos? How did he get into all this?" I asked.

"Carmelos is... he's a different case. He followed me from back home, in Málaga. Our fathers were friends so naturally, we became friends too. I never expected him to come with me to England. He had his own life in Spain. He had his mother to look after when his father died, he had his friends and the girl he was planning to marry. But when I asked him if he'd come with me, he... he dropped everything. And he came."

My heart throbbed at the thought. Abandoning everything you loved and dreamed about just for your friend asked you to required an amount of loyalty I couldn't fathom. I never expected the playful, curly-haired man to harbour such emotions when it came to Synn; and when I heard Synn speak about him in return, love burned intensely in his eyes, no matter how much he wished to choke the flames. He seemed to be thinking about something, his gaze sharpening again.

"So you've been here for nine years, all by yourself except for Carmelos... that's a long time to be alone, isn't it?"

"I wasn't entirely alone. I met some good people, people who I can depend on, and people who you'll meet in due time," he said and rolled his shoulders. "Besides, I barely had a chance to be lonely. You forget my profession, baby."

"But Mafia leaders still get lonely, don't they?" I frowned.

"Hm, perhaps."

"I have another question."

"Mm?"

"Do you enjoy what you do?"

Calculatively, his eyes ran over me. The question had been on my mind ever since he'd told me. I didn't know why it interested me so much, perhaps because part of me was hoping he'd say no and that he absolutely detested his work. But that was wishful thinking. I couldn't expect the man raised on blood and crime to share my simple mindset.

"I didn't used to enjoy it," he admitted, "But it would be a lie to say I don't enjoy it now."

I nodded my head. I pulled the blanket up to hide the lower half of my face.

"It's not something I ever wanted to find pleasure in, but ideas of other professions were removed from my head at an early age. I had to make do with what I was given." I nodded my head again, trying my best to understand him. I couldn't judge him, not when he'd lived such a different childhood from mine. "Under my provision, there are principles that we follow in the gang. We don't touch women and children. We don't deal in drugs. Our only goal is to gain power and connections."

"So how do you make money then?"

"Trading, relationships with politicians. Blackmail works a charm."

"But Synn, that's not nice at all!"

"The Mafia isn't nice, baby. That's the point."

"Yeah, but you could be nice if you wanted to," I argued, glaring at him from my curled up position. "You could be nice to people like how you are with me, couldn't you?"

"What have they done to warrant my kindness?" he stated blankly.

"What have they done to not warrant your kindness?"

He smiled, cunning eyes frothing with fondness. "Dreamy baby, you're talking to the wrong person. I don't trust people, not unless they've earned it."

"But, doesn't that get hard?"

"No. It's quite easy, actually."

"But... I can't imagine doing that," I frowned. "If I had to constantly be suspicious of people, I think I'd get tired very quickly. Isn't it so much nicer to be kind and open your heart to people? You never know what people are going through, or if they need help or someone to talk to. I'd hate to be the reason to make someone sad if they were already having a bad day. Everyone suffers, so doesn't that mean we should share love with each other? What good is being mean or distrustful?"

Synn stared at me deeply. I flushed.

"I-I mean, I'm not trying to be judgemental! I know people think differently but I just wanted to, um, share my thoughts as well. Sorry if I sounded judgy-"

"You have a beautiful mind, Thea."

Embarrassed, I hid behind the duvet, just exposing my eyes to peek at him. "I think I just sound silly, to be honest."

"You don't sound silly. Every word you say is perfect. Podría morir escuchando tu voz," he said deeply, and even though I didn't catch the last part, my face grew so warm I thought I would be set on flames.

[I could die just listening to your voice.]

I pulled the blanket over my head and stayed underneath whilst trying to calm my beating heart. How could he say those things without batting an eyelid? Slowly, I poked my head out again, only to find him gazing at me, unmoving. He looked so perfectly beautiful, light glancing off him like he was the most precious thing in the room. Heat radiated from his eyes and had my throat tightening.

Before I knew what I was doing, I was pushing myself up and lowering my feet to the ground. Blanket trailing behind me, I stepped in front of him and his gaze followed me.

And then I sunk into the seat beside him.

"Let's sleep," I said faintly and looked up at him.

I wrapped my arms around one of his and felt his bicep tense.

"Are you sure?" came his voice, deep with a hint of strain as he stared longingly at me.

"Mhm."

"Certain?"

"How are you more scared than me?" I giggled and poked his nose with one small finger.

Synn frowned. "I've never slept with a woman before."

"Wait, you haven't?"

His lack of response was my answer, as blunt and bare as the eye could see. "Had you expected me to?"

"N-No, I just thought- I don't know... you're too handsome not to have had a relationship before!"

Playfully, he looked me up and down. "See, unlike you, I'm not the type to grab onto young ladies' arms and ask them to sleep with me."

I gasped at him. I released his arm and huffed. "Fine!"

I stood and made a venture to leave.

"If you don't want to sleep with me, I'll just find someone el-"

I didn't get a chance to finish because one moment I was standing and the next, I was beneath the beast of the man who'd been teasing me. Both my hands were pinned beside my head, large palms encircling my wrists. How did he capture me so fast? I stared up at him, breath hitching as his dangling necklace met the curve of my collarbone. Laboriously, his eyes cruised over my figure and I realised that the blanket was no longer serving me protection from his hungry gaze. My chest rose, his white button-down hiking further up my thighs.

"Stay here. Beneath me," he said gutturally, from a space deep inside his chest, and lowered his lips to my ear. "A dónde perteneces, sí?"

[Where you belong, yes?]

"T-Translation?" I stammered.

His dark eyes trickled over me once more and my stomach tied into knots. He grinned lazily. "Have I told you that you look delicious in my clothes?"

"That's cannibalism, Synn. That's not allowed," I scolded but he merely hummed in response. "Now release me, you- you- you peasant!"

As soon as the word had left my lips, I burst into a fit of laughter. My shoulders shook and my lips smarted at the blank expression on Synn's face. His eyes followed the every move of my face, mouth kept in a straight line. For a moment, I thought I'd collected myself and could keep a straight face too, but then another giggle was bubbling from my lips and I had to look away to keep myself from laughing.

"Peasant," he muttered in disdain. "Peasant, huh?"

"Y-Yes," I said amidst laughter. I cleared my throat. "Peasant."

"Bueno, that's bedtime for you."

[Fine.]

A moment later, his hands were no longer pinning my wrists against the sofa. He pulled me flush against his chest and wound a muscular arm around my waist before draping the blanket over us. A small giggle left me. I shivered lightly and pressed my face into him, trying desperately not to think about his body and the way I could feel the ridges of his abdominals against me. Letting his other arm drift around me, his rough fingers grazed my exposed hipbone. My breath hitched at the sensation.

Just as soon as he'd touched me, he was withdrawing and slipping his fingers through my hair instead. When he met my scrunchie, he eased it from my hair and wrapped it around his wrist. The white and pink silk marked his tattooed skin beautifully.

"Sleep," he ordered softly.

"I-I was going to do that anyway!" I said with a blush and pressed my cheek against his chest.

"Then sleep. I won't let anything touch you."

I nodded meekly against him and nuzzled him closer, breathing in his heavenly, masculine scent. The rain had stopped long ago and now, comfortable silence consumed the penthouse. I listened to the sound of Synn's strong, melodic heartbeat: it was steady and patient, much like the tattooed man himself, and as I lay pressed against him, my eyes drifted shut. Every thought in my head passed as a secret to his chest, locking it up safely.

"Synn?" I mumbled, half-asleep.

"Mm?"

A long pause.

"I really, really like you."

Silence, then a deep chuckle which made his chest reverberate like a comforting hum. Pressing my head into his chest, he leaned down and I felt his lips atop my crown. His deep voice washed over me.

"You don't know the lengths I would go to to keep you in my arms, pretty baby."

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Hey fudglings!

I'M SORRY FOR THE LATE UPDATE I GOT BUSY THE PAST 2 DAYS- okay I'm not gonna lie I'm not a fan of this chapter but we move ,_, I know I'm supposed to be more positive about my writing but why would I lie to myself when I feel like it's trash?¿ we go onwards and upwards 😔

What did you guys think of the chapter? I love Synn so much I will never be able to put it into words- YOU KNOW WHO I IMAGINE HIM AS SOMETIMES? THE MAIN GUY IN THAT JINX MANHWA WHEN HE WEARS GLASSES STFUUUUU LITERALLY SYNN. Also bro. When he made fruit and tea for Thea idek why but that made me so WARM - acts of service on top. He just wants to make her comfy and love her all the time :(( also thoughts on Carmelos? He's actually such a complex character and it's sad how he and Synn left things off after their argument. ALSO thoughts on Synn never being with a woman before? I feel it really suits his character because he's never really had someone to love before and JUST SHKDJSKJ HE SAVED HIMSELF FOR HER I LOVE READING CHARACTERS WHO GET TO BE EACH OTHER'S FIRST EVERYTHING I love them all

I'm not looking forward to university BUT I'm excited because I'm Vice President of a society now!! I'm part of the Muslim Medics Society and we run revision sessions and just have general meet-ups to make medics feel welcome and get to know each other :3 also I love bossing people around it really tickles my pickle. ALSO IT'S RACE WEEKENDDDD STFU I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR F1 SINCE THE SUMMER BREAK I think every person should watch F1 ._. if you don't know where to start, I'd suggest watching Drive to Survive on Netflix, it introduces you to the drivers and their backgrounds and it can ease you into watching races :3 

Potato question of the day: What's your favourite breakfast food?

Personally, I'm not a fan of cereal it's just bleh and plain and boring ._. I like waffles with vanilla ice cream and OMGOSH I SHOULD EAT IT WITH WHIPPED CREAM WHY HAVEN'T I THOUGHT OF THAT and I also like pancakes with icing sugar and chocolate cake which my mum dOes let me eat for breakfast sometimes c:

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