#I still can’t believe my dumbass read pt 2 before pt 1

[kyojoroo]

THAT WAS SO FUCKING GOOODDDD OMLLLLLLLLLL AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA MY HEART JUST EXPLODED😭😭💖💓💓💖💖💗💓💖💖💗💗 U WRITE HIM SO GOOD, I CANT GET ENOUGH OF THESE FICS- BET UR BEAUTIFUL ASS IMMA READ THESE AGAIN. I DONT THINK I CAN THANK U ENOUGH FOR WRITING MY REQUEST— IM READING THIS BEFORE MY EXAM TOMORROW AND IT CALMED MY NERVES DOWN SM, THIS IS NOW ONE OF MY COMFORT FICS FOR SURE🥺🥺‼️‼️ ALSO THE WAY U MADE THE READER AN ART MAJOR,, GAHHH,, ILYSM UR THE BESTTTT😭😭🤲🏻🤲🏻🤲🏻💖💖💖💖💖💖

Also if u ever post abt that part u left out and make it into a one shot, just know I’d be ready to eat anything u write up👁👁💖💖💖💖💖💖

Hello!! I absolutely loved your “Buckle Up” fic! It was so so cute, and I think you captured each character’s personalities so well!! 😭💖 I was also wondering if I can request a kyojuro x reader college! Au? Where they bump into each other, become close friends and they develop feelings for each other? Hahaha I’m sorry- I’m just a sucker for that au, and I would love to see more one-shots of it >\\\\<

note: HAHA I finished just in time for his birthday!!

first of all, I am so honored that you requested me, thank you! I adore your art and seeing you pop into my inbox and request this made me weep /lh ;;3;; <3

thank you so much! I’m so glad you like my characterizations, you’re so sweet!! it still makes my day to read that <3

I hope you don’t mind, but I took your request VERY literally LMAO (pst, also made the reader an art major in college to make it a bit more immersive hehe) and also very long, whoops- I had to put it into two posts since I went over the text box limit LMAO AND I actually had to leave a part out, but i may turn that into another oneshot one day qwq I had a story planned and I stuck with it hehe; I hope you enjoy regardless and please take care! <3

+ we have to stop meeting like this.

sfw one-shot

✑ pairing || rengoku kyojurou x reader

✑ au || modern day college! au

✑ warnings || food mentions/eating (will be tagged before the portion starts); cheesy, tooth-rotting fluff with extra cheese

✑ synopsis || the reader keeps bumping into the one and only rengoku kyojurou; only instead of just casually seeing him over and over again, they quite literally bump into him in the most inconvenient ways possible.

✑ part two || here

Ever since the school year started, there seemed to never be a moment where you could just take it slow. Everything seemed to race past you as you tried to keep pace. It was comparable to constantly running a marathon.

Today was no different, rushing to the closest - now your new favorite - cafe to pick up a nice morning beverage before you were to speed to your first class. Why the hell did you have to pick up all the morning classes?

Even as you waited in line, the busy bustle of life never seemed to ease. The buzzing talking of people around you, shifting of the other costumers in line, employees taking then shouting out orders; not to mention the hefty amount of texts and emails you still have yet to check or respond to.

It was all so overwhelming, and it was only the third week of college.

If this keeps up, the year will be a living hell.

Reaching the front of the line, you thanked the poor girl who handed you your drink. She seemed just as frazzled as you, but still offered you a smile and told you to have a nice day. You admired people like that.

Now to rush back to your bike and drink this before you were-

“Ah!”

You slammed into something hard, your drink crushing and proceeding to spill all over both you and whatever you bumped into. Based off the way the thing didn’t even budge, you assumed it was a wall.

When was there a wall in the middle of the cafe?

Looking up to inspect the new construction, you froze in utter horror to see a person. Not only a person, but a very good looking person, that your drink was now all over.

Fuck.

You scrambled around in the puddle of your once fresh drink, standing up as you prepared one hundred different apologies, but the man beat you to it.

“UME! You like this drink too? I was planning to get one myself,” he paused to lick some off his cheek, smile widening as he nodded to himself. “Just as good as I remember it! It would go great with a pastry..”

You.. we’re not expecting that reaction. The firey-blonde didn’t seem upset, at least. He almost seemed pleased, even. Your mouth gaped like a fish as you tried to re-compose your apologize, but he beat you to it.

“Ah! I’m sorry for being in your way! You seemed to be in a rush and I was standing right in front of the exit!” Inspecting the mess beneath the two of you, his brows furrowed (oh god his brows) before he brightened once more.

You almost had to shield your eyes - his expression was brighter than the sun.

“Let me buy you another drink!! To make up for the one that is currently all over us!” The young man crossed his arms as he said this, chest puffed in the air proudly as he exclaimed this.

If the whole cafe wasn’t staring at you before, they were now. Your cheeks burned with embarrassment as you tried to gain your bearings with this ecstatic man.

“No, no need, really. I’m the one who’s sorry, I was in a rush and should’ve been looking where I was-“

“I was the one who should have been in line while looking at what to order!! I got distracted by the food, so my apologies! Let me make up for it!” He interrupted you, same goofy determined smile on his face, same muscular proud arms crossed.

Who is this guy??

“No, I should’ve been more careful-“

“I should’ve been more considerate of the walk way!”

You paused, effectively being cut once more. This man seemed so stubborn, but you couldn’t even be mad. You just felt bad that he was taking the blame.

Frowning, you persisted. “At least let me pay for your dry cleaning-“

“I have more clothes at home!!”

“That’s not the point-“

“I see!”

“I don’t think you-“

“Did you want a small, medium or large??”

“Are you listening to me??” You were exasperated at this point.

“Do you like pastries? I could get you one of those as well!”

“You’re not going to let this go are you??”

“Nope!”

You sighed, about to retort again when the same poor, frazzled worker walked over to the two of you with a mop and bucket in hand, asking you tiredly to please scoot somewhere else so she could clean.

As if you didn’t feel bad enough.

Insisting on helping her out - or in other words, practically fighting her for the mop to clean up your own mess - you lost track of the eccentric man. You didn't even notice he was gone until the employee disappeared, the mess all clean, but he was no longer in the cafe.

You couldn't help but feel disappointed, wanting to give him a proper apology without him trying to insist it was his fault.

Oh well you thought, making your way out of the cafe without a drink. Nothing you could do about it now.

Life always has a funny way of making things happen, though, huh?

"There you are stranger!" You jumped, looking over to the bike rack. The blonde bounced off one of the rails he was leaning on, heading over to you with a drink in hand. "You never answered my question, so I got you a large!"

"You really didn't have to.."

"It's the least I could do! Take it as compensation for making you late and ruining your clothes."

“But your clothes are ruined too, at least let me pay for the the drinks." You went to reach into your purse, but he placed his hand on top of yours, stopping you. Looking up, you saw the man held a gentle smile, determined to reassure you that you did not need to pay.

His hands were so warm, and now so were your cheeks.

"But I'm not late, so no compensation needed!"

"Ah, well, you're very insistent," you gave in, taking the drink reluctantly. "Thank you.."

What an awful time to realize you didn't even have the name of your victim.

"Rengoku Kyojurou!" he proudly answered taking his hand back, (much your to disappointment). "And you are?"

You introduced yourself in return, offering a small respectful bow as an official greeting. Kyojurou brightened as he returned the gesture, the apples of his cheeks becoming slightly pink.

"A very pretty name for a very pretty person!"

Your face became hotter at the unexpected response, averting your eyes from his own pretty golden ones.

You couldn't help but think it was an odd way to word the compliment. But it honestly made it all the more charming. "Thank you?"

"You're welcome!" The man suddenly pat your back - maybe a bit too hard for it had you stumbling - before placing his hand on his hip. "I'll be off now, I have work soon and I better get changed."

"Same here, I can't show up for class like this." You tugged at your sticky top, making a face at the gross wet feeling.

He laughed, nodding in agreement as he began to back away. "Well, I hope the rest of your day goes smoothly for you!"

"Thank you again, I'm so sorry for all of this."

He waved his bag of pastries, starting to turn to turn around. "Don't sweat it, my friend. Save your energy for the ride home!"

"Right," you laughed weakly, giving him a final wave. "Enjoy your day, Rengoku-san."

"Kyojurou is just fine!" The blonde met your wave in full, raising his arm above his head with a friendly smile. "Until we meet again!"

And with that, he fully turned on his heel and started to stride down the side walk, a beat in his step.

The optimistic statement only further solidified the kind and bright nature you saw in the odd man. You'd love to re-meet him under other circumstances; he seemed like a cool guy to chill with.

What a shame that you'll never see him again.

Rushing down the hallway, you were trying to make sure the dozens of papers you had stayed in the flimsy folder you held.

It was only two weeks after you missed that one class, you couldn’t be late again; that’s why you were sprinting down the halls, dodging other college aged students left and right.

You were doing a great job playing the real life game of “Temple Run,” seeing the doorway to your classroom just ahead. Running faster, you were just about to reach the art room on time.

Until someone rounded the corner unexpectedly.

Letting out a yelp in surprise, you ran right into the figure and falling right onto your back.

Papers went flying everywhere in a tornado of white as you groaned, rubbing your poor nose and working on sitting up. You barely felt whoever you ran into budge, which reminded you an awful lot of-

“Do you make a habit of meeting new people this way?” A loud voice graced your ears, causing you to look up.

As you guessed, Kyojurou was - again - the victim of your desperate attempt to not be late; which was thrown away just a second later as you heard the door to the art room being closed.

“Not usually, I promise it’s only you.” You sighed, defeated, sitting up fully to look up apologetically at the poor man. “I’m sorry, I really have to look where I’m going.”

Kyojurou waved you off with a smile that could compete with the sun. You’ll need sunglasses at this rate.

He seemed very amused by the situation, laughing loudly as he reached a hand down to help you up. “Well, it’s certainly charming! Are you alright?”

You waved your hand back in refusal of his, turning onto your knees to start collecting your scattered papers. “My nose will be fine, I’m just concerned about how long it’ll be until I dent your chest of steel.”

This took him off guard for a second, before another round of lovely loud laughter bubbled from his chest. “Ha! I didn't know you attended this school too! Are you majoring in theater? Comedy maybe??” It was his way of telling you he found you funny, you realized.

How flattering?

“Small world I guess," you let out a slightly apprehensive chuckle, starting to place the papers back into your folder. "No, I’m not purposely funny, I swear. Life just likes to make me the punchline.”

“UME! How unfortunate!” This made you snort as he bent down to help pick up some of the papers that made it further down the hall.

Kyojurou picked a few up, glancing at the contents as he piled them neatly. He noticed they were all sketches of various things, which made the blonde assume you were an art major. How fitting!

“Did you draw these??”

This made you perk a little, going a bit red in the cheeks at the tone of his voice. He sounded excited, as if he just saw something amazing.

“Oh? Yes, they’re just some life sketches that are due today, nothing big-“

“INCREDIBLE! How do you capture real life yet add your own spin on it?” The genuine smile that was adorned on his face along with made your heart skip.

“Ah, thank you! But they're really not much, I'm still practicing."

"Don't sell yourself short, they're amazing! Your passion shows through your work!" He turned his head to beam at you, eyes filled with his own firey passion, likely spurred on by your own. "You should stick with it!"

"I appreciate that, thank you." If you weren't flustered before, you definitely were now. You tried to laugh to get rid of the pink in yiur cheeks and the flutters in your tummy. "I've already slotted myself as the family's starving artist, I can't back down now."

"That's the spirit! I believe-" The piece of paper in his hand made him pause what he was saying, placing it on to the pile slower this time.

It was a simple sketch of him from the waist up, wearing the clothes he wore the day you spilt your drink on him. He was smiling in the sketch, holding the same pastry he had bought as if he was about to take a bite.

Besides a few incorrect details (which is to be expected since you drew him from memory alone), the sketch was spot on and beautiful in his eyes. You had added falling leaves around him and the brick of the cafe behind him.

Now, most would find it creepy to see a drawing of yourself from a person you've only ran into once. Traditionally, it would be. But being friends with and a roommate to an artist himself, Kyojurou has gotten quite used to being called 'artistically pleasing' in looks.

With his flame inspired hair and bright eyes, he's well aware he'd be an interesting person to sketch out - Tengen has done it over and over again. So he had a feeling your reasons behind this was very similar.

He couldn't help but feel flattered.

"Is this me?"

Never in your entire life has your heart dropped so fast at those three words.

You had completely forgotten you added that to your assignment.

Standing up sharply, you spun on your heel to face his crouched form. He was studying the sketch, at least you could only assume. His back faced you as you tried not to flat out cry in embarrassment.

Will you ever not embarrass yourself in front of this man?

"I-It's not what it looks like!! I swear I wasn't trying to be a creep!" you blurted out quickly to defend yourself, holding your papers you had to your chest.

"I just thought we were never going to meet again and the assignment was to draw things based on real life and you're a very interesting subject to draw and now I'm rambling please don't hate me-"

You were cut off by his bubbly, booming laugh. Kyojurou stood up and turned to face you, still looking at the paper.

Instead of the look of disgust or maybe even fear that you were expecting, his face held admiration and excitement. Was that also a blush?

"I LOVE IT!" He exclaimed loudly, not seeming to have volume control when he got excited. In a split second he was only inches away from you, holding your sketch above the two of you to admire. "IM HONORED TO BE THE SUBJECT OF YOUR PROJECT! IT'S BREATH TAKING!"

You forced yourself not to cover your ears at the volume of his voice, though you'd be lying if you said you didn't find it endearing.

The blonde tilted his head to the side, now leaning it on top of your own as his hair fell into your face slightly. "I don't hate you! How could I when you drew me so nicely??"

"You.. don't find it weird?" You asked hesitantly, brushing the lock of red-tipped hair from your face.

"HA! I couldn't count on both hands the number of times my roommate has used me as the focus of his work! I'm flattered if anything!"

"Oh..! That's a relief," you sighed, the sudden anxiety slowly dissipating. You took a step back and grabbed your folder, placing the papers in there neatly. "Do you really think it looks ok?"

"You really need to work on not selling yourself so short," he replied in a softer tone, voice smooth like honey as he handed you the pile of papers he had collected.

"I just want a good grade, the professor looks for proportions since it has to be based off real models," you shrugged, smiling up at him gratefully as you took the papers.

But he didn't let you, making direct eye contact with you. He looked so certain, as if trying to transfer his confidence for your work into yourself. "With works like those, I'm positive you'll ace it!"

You've only met this man twice, but he's already managed to make you fluster more times than you have in years.

Averting your eyes, you ducked your head to hide the color on your cheeks. Kyojurou loosened his grip on your papers and allowed you to put them away.

"I'm not sure how I could thank you in any other way that won't sound overused."

He just returned your response with a closed eyed smile, patting your head. "Have a bit more faith in your skill and hard work is all I ask."

Even through your hair you could feel just how warm his hand was. It took everything in you not to lean into that warmth, instead opting to pat his hand and gently remove it.

Not that you wanted to; you were just about to combust.

"I'll do my best then," you confirmed, doing your best to return his smile. "I don't mean to cut you off but I really have to get going.

Kyojurou respectfully took his hand back, nodding. “No worries, I won’t keep you then!”

"I’ll be off then. Thank you again, Rengoku-san.”

“No need to be so formal!! Just call me Kyojurou!”

You gave him a smile, waving with your folder in hand as you started to head to your class. “I’ll see you around, Rengoku-san, hopefully without any physical altercations!”

You heard him make a small noise that could be interpreted as amused defeat, but his tone remained cheery non the less. “Third times a charm! Take care!”

cw || food mentions, food, eating

Afternoons had to be your favorite time of day when it came to school days.

Your classes ended around 1:00 most days, to which you'd routinely make your way to the roof of the school and eat the lunch you brought. (Your art professor was cool and let you put your lunch in their mini fridge).

The college you went to was huge; the best part about it being the roof.

It was fairly big with a water fountain in the middle surrounded with benches. Foliage and greenery over took most of the area, making most students who go forget they're even on a roof.

It was your all time favorite place to go, to say the least.

You were making your way down the hall to head to the staircase that led to the roof when you nearly avoided bumping into someone.

You stopped right before you could, looking up to apologize only to see familiar golden eyes.

"Rengoku-san?"

It’s not all to unsurprising that you didn’t run into him; ever since the hallway incident the two of you saw each other more and more, so you both got very careful with walking anywhere.

Eventually the casually bump and talk turned into an exchange of numbers, to which you started to do things together.

You could now proudly call him a friend.

"We hang out frequently, I think we're past formalities by now!”

Yet you still couldn’t get past that little quirk. "Right, sorry!"

“No worries! You seem to be in a rush again, are they selling sweet potato casserole at the food court again??” Kyojurou seemed to perk at the mention.

"Oh? No, not that I know of at least. Plus, I already have my lunch. I'm not the biggest fan of the Wednesday caters."

"I see. Respectable!"

A pause followed - which was odd in itself - but it gave you time to notice that the other did not have his own lunch.

Usually he had his lunch by now; if you two were to ever bump into each other, he’d have a full bento box from the cafeteria. "Do.. you have your lunch? Or are you on your way?"

"Ah.. no! I forgot my wallet at home and I won't have time between classes to grab it."

"Oh." That explained it. You couldn’t help but feel bad at the almost disappointed way he said this. "Are you hungry?"

Waving your concern away, he gently nudged you towards the wall so you both were out of the middle of the hall.

"I'll be ok, I only have three classes left for the day then I'll be heading home. Sanemi always has the best dinners cooked around that time anyways!"

"No, sorry,” you cut him off from saying anything more, shaking your head sternly. He blinked at your response, confused.

“I'm not allowing you to go hungry. Not on my watch.” Boldly - even for your standards - you grabbed the other man’s wrist, tugging him in the opposite direction of which he was going as you started to drag him in tow. “You're coming with me."

This is the first time you’ve seen him genuinely caught off guard. Kyojurou was odd, loud and seemed to roll with the punches most times. The best example of this was when you two first met.

So seeing his usual smile turn into a small, confused line as his eyes widened almost made you feel proud of yourself. Now you were going to be the one to throw him for a loop.

In the best way possible, of course.

The blonde let you guide him towards the stairs regardless, catching up to your pace effortlessly.

“It’s really alright, (Y/N). This isn’t the first time!”

Opening the door to the stairwell, you cut him off once again; it’s not too bad to give him a taste of his own medicine.

“Well this will be the last time, I’ll make sure of that.”

“Oh? And how will you do that?” He tested, a familiar smile reappearing as he continued to let you drag him up the stairs.

“Because you’ll text me when you forget,” you quipped, a bounce in your tone.

“I will?”

“Of course you will.”

“And if I don’t?”

You paused at this to look down at him - you being on a higher step than he. One of his brows were raised, an almost amused expression on his face.

Sending him back a smirk of your own, you leaned in slightly. “Then I’ll have to let Shinazugawa-san know that you’re not eating from breakfast to dinner, and we both know how he’ll react to that.”

The apprehension that suddenly crossed Kyojurou’s face made you laugh, continuing your trip up the stairs.

One of his roommates, Sanemi, had a reputation of being mean, hostile, and overall cold. In reality, he was just an uptight mother hen constantly running around exasperated, tired and grumpy.

If he heard that one of his roommates went hungry when he could’ve done something about it (aka text you), he’ll throw a fit.

You chuckled, victory present across your face when Kyojurou said nothing in return, knowing how Sanemi was. “I win~!”

The both of you continued your journey, the climb up not being such a short one. Usually you have your headphones in on the way, but since you had Kyojurou today, you had to listen to the reason why you brought headphones in the first place.

Not wanting to hear the echo of your footsteps any longer, you decided to make conversation. It was a question you've been meaning to ask, anyhow.

"I just realized I never asked, but what are you majoring in?"

“HISTORY!” Kyojurou wasted no time in answering, almost stumbling over a step at the pure excitement that shot through his body. You gave a lop-sided smile, rebalancing him slightly with you hand on his wrist.

“Oh? That’s really cool! Why history?”

His eyes had stars, smile brightening. “I find it so intriguing to look back in time and learn about what happened to get us where we are now!! What series of events took place and the outcomes that came!! How we as humans have progressed in life with technology, traditions, everything!”

The blonde beamed as he spoke, his voice getting louder. “It’s something I’m very passionate about!! And would love to make others just as passionate!!”

The two of you paused your ascend at some point, letting Kyojurou speak as eccentrically as he wanted to without the possibility of him tripping.

“You should be a history teacher one day.” You stated matter of factly, only getting an even happier response from him.

“I aspire to be one!!” He took his hand back from your loose hold, hands bawling into determined fists. "The history teacher I had throughout high school was so interactive and made history interesting; I want to be that teacher that makes the classroom and the subject at hand fun!"

This man deserved everything good this world had to offer, you decided.

You reached to grab Kyojurou's hands into your own, giving them both a firm squeeze as you looked him into the eye.

“I think you’d make an incredible one.” You nodded, the situation not unlike the one you had been in when you bumped into him in the hallway. “You’re very endearing and caring, I think the kids would love both you as their teacher and the way you teach.”

You could officially count this as the second time you seemed to catch the other off guard. Eyes still starry, his mouth was small and slightly agape; facial features softened as a light blush painted its way across his cheeks.

He squeezed your hands in return, eyes never breaking contact with you. “Thank you, that.. means a lot to me!”

All you did in return was smile - eyes closed - and pat his hand, starting the climb back up the stairs once more with him in hand. Even if you turned to face forward, Kyojurou not once looked away from you.

He was completely and utterly starstruck.

-

The rest of the climb was fairly quiet. Turns out that this wasn’t Kyojurou’s first time on the roof, even leading you to his favorite spot by the water fountain.

Once seated, you opened your bag to show the several containers of food. You over-packed a bit this morning, not knowing what you'd be in the mood for. How convenient.

You absolutely noticed the way Kyojurou eyed the food. You've yet to sit down and eat with him yet, but according to Tengen this man could eat.

You'd hate to leave him hungry.

"Go on, pick something! I packed too much." You nudged the containers towards him, giving an encouraging smile.

"This is your hard earned food, you have the first pick and I'll get the left overs!" He was a bit stiff, feeling guilty for relying on you and taking your food.

You deadpanned, raising a brow.

"Rengoku-san."

"Kyojurou."

Snorting at his counter, you shook your head and sighed light heartedly. "Must you always be so stubborn?" But you gave in, grabbing the container - out of four - that you were in the mood for, nodding to the other three meal containers.

"Wouldn't think of being any other way!" He won this round and made sure you knew it as pay-back for earlier, grabbing onto the container that held salmon and rice. "Thank you for the food!"

With that settled, the two of you dug in, sitting side by side as you admired the view of the roof. The sky seemed a bit more blue today, fluffy clouds littering it.

It was a peaceful moment -

"UMAI!"

- until it was interrupted none to subtly by the blonde who sat next to you.

Naturally, you jumped, not expecting the sheer volume of his voice. Frazzled and confused, you looked over to Kyojurou, brows furrowed.

"U.. Umai..?"

"UMAI!" He took another bite, giving himself time to chew and swallow before shouting out another loud, "UMAI!"

You watched him with blinking eyes as he made big and small exclamations of what must've been his opinion on the food.

It was.. actually cute.

"UMAI!"

Really cute. You had no idea he did this when he ate, and you couldn't help the giggle that made it's way out of your mouth.

"Do you like it?" The immediate response you received was another 'UMAI', causing you to snort.

"IT'S MOUTH WATERING!" The golden-eyed man shoved another piece of salmon into his mouth, bouncing his leg as he did.

“I’m glad you like my cooking,” you mused, biting into a piece of your own lunch.

Kyojurou choked on his bite next to you. “You made this??”

“Mhm! I like to cook my own meals so there's never a time I'm left with something I don't like.”

“Marry me.”

“What?” You did a double take, wondering if you heard him correctly, but he was already standing and collecting his stuff.

“NOTHING.” Kyojurou placed the cover of the empty container, swinging his bag over his shoulder and bowing at the waist to you in gratitude quickly. Little did you know, he was also trying to hide his beet red face. “Thank you for the food! Have a nice day!”

“Wait, WAIT-“

But it was too late. You watched as he ran away and disappeared down the stairs.

Blinking at the suddenness of his exit, you shook your head. It must’ve been your imagination, you had to be hearing things.

Yeah, he was just running late. He was one to make strange scenes like that. Nothing to think too hard about.

That didn’t stop the blush from creeping up your neck.

Today had to be one of the worst days in your life. Freezing, drenched, and newly homeless, you tucked yourself onto the bus stop bench. Lucky you, this one didn’t even have an awning to protect you from the elements.

The rain had no pity for your predicament as it pelted your body, the light clothing doing close to nothing for you. Summer had just come, yet the night rainfall seemed to have brought an unexpected chill. Not to mention the suitcase and duffle bag you had with you were now also getting soaked. You could only hope nothing was too waterlogged.

Your hand did little to protect your dying phone from getting wet as you tried to search for the nearest place to stay. Motel, hotel, air B’N’B; anything in range to get you off the streets for the night. You had a feeling this would happen, and boy were kicking yourself for not seeing the red flags and preparing sooner.

Not having enough savings for a dorm, you had signed a contract with the residents of an apartment to rent out one of the rooms for cheap. The agreement only lasted for two semesters, but they had promised that you’d be able to renew it once summer rolled around.

“Promise my ass.” You grumbled, remembering how the original owner had gotten a partner. In return, they refused to let you sign another contract so they would have space for the “love of their life”. You saw the signs; you saw how their stuff slowly moved into the apartment and all the time they were spending there.

You just didn’t think they’d be shitty enough people to kick you out the moment your contract ended.

A gust of icy wind rolled through, causing another shudder to rack your body. The closest place wasn’t in walking distance, and it was far to late for the buses to be running.

Sighing, you shut off your phone and closed your eyes. You had resigned yourself to walk the several blocks to the nearest 24/7 fast food place to at least get out of the rain.

That was until the rain fall suddenly stopped beating down on you. The rain couldn't have stopped though, you could still hear it. You blinked your eyes open and looked up, surprised to what - or more accurately, who - you saw.

“...Kyojurou?”

Standing there in all his warmth and glory, Kyojurou looked down at you with concern, holding a bright red umbrella over your soaked form.

He couldn’t seem to help the small smile that graced his lips at the sound of his first name.

“I’d be happier that you finally used my name if you didn’t look so sad and drenched.”

A humorless snort escaped your lips as you hugged yourself, shivering slightly. “Timing always has my side doesn't it? I’m just about to head to the closest food place to get out of the rain, so don’t worry about it.”

“Why?”

“I got kicked out," you shrugged, looking to the ground.

“This late at night?”

“It surprised me too. They found a new roommate and wouldn’t let me renew my contract for the next school year, and it just so happens it ended tonight.” There was a hint of bitterness in your tone, one that was completely understandable.

Kyojurou's brows furrowed. “They didn’t give you a heads up? A two week notice?”

“I’m just lucky they let me pack all of my stuff before I had to leave.” You continued to look down at the ground, not seeing the way Kyojurou's face contorted ever so slightly. He didn't get mad often, but whoever your old roommates are were now on his shit list

"Well that's a shitty thing to do," he stated bluntly, causing you to sputter and blink dumbly at him. It's been almost a year since you've met the blonde, and in all that time you never once heard him say a single bad word.

"Did you just curse??"

He pretended not to hear, pulling out his own phone to see the time as you mulled over the fact that this sweet ray of sunshine just called someone shitty. Expression neutralizing as he schemed, he turned back to you.

“You don’t have to stay in a fast food place for the night.”

“Huh?? Are you suggesting I sleep in a box?”

The man smiled, resting a reassuring hand on top of your shoulder, frustration forgotten for now. “You can stay with me!”

“What now?”

Chuckling, he passed the umbrella off to you to hold, beginning to slip his arms out of the jacket he wore. “You can stay with me for the time being until you get back on your feet! Well, us. If you wanted to of course! Sanemi just moved out, so we’re looking for a new one regardless.”

Baffled at the sudden offer, you started to shake your head, forming the words to decline him. It was too big of a favor, how could you accept that? He was one step ahead of you, as he always is.

“Before you say anything, no, it would not be any trouble, you’re a joy to have around! We can settle the nitty gritty later, let’s just get you out of the cold.”

“Wait, Kyojurou,” you were silenced by a heavy warmth that suddenly engulfed your upper body, including your sight. Moving the fabric from your eyes, you realized it was his jacket.

His once dry clothes was slowly becoming just as soaked as you were as he took back the umbrella, insistently keeping it solely above you.

The gentle way he smiled in combination with the light post that shined behind his head had you convinced he was your guardian angel in disguise.

You hesitantly pulled the jacket closer to your body, not being able to deny how relieving the warmth felt. “But, won’t you be cold?”

“My insides are practically pocket heaters, it takes a lot for me to be cold. A little wind and rain won’t do anything to me, I promise! Now come on, before you get sick," he insisted as he grabbed your bag, throwing them over his shoulder.

“Little” was an understatement, but you didn’t have the energy to argue. It was the middle of the night and you could feel your eyes starting to droop.

Grabbing your luggage to role behind, you let the other wrap his free arm around your form, hand resting on your arm. “Thank you, truly I don’t know where to start showing how grateful I am. I owe you big time.”

“Never refer to me as Rengoku-san again and I’ll call it even!”

A wobbly smile tugged at your lips as you leaned into his side, letting him guide you down the route to his apartment. “You have a deal then, Kyojurou."

✑ part two || here

[the-insomniac-emporium]

Serenade (Daniela Dimitrescu/Reader) Pt. 5

Fandom: Resident Evil: Village Pairing: Daniela Dimitrescu/Reader (Gender neutral) Rating: T for language and mentions/references to an (emotionally) abusive relationship. Mild, brief violence. Warnings: TW for referenced emotional abuse, mild TW for possible physical abuse (sorry, angry Dani is not 100% gentle with people she doesn't love-love) Notes: Music for this chapter here. If you're following this story and really want to continue reading, but worry about the TWs for this chapter, just send me an anonymous message and I'll write up an alternative version of this post. It's not something I would do without it being requested, but it's also not a big deal so don't feel like you're bothering me if you want that. Previous Chapters: Pt. 1: Nocturne, Pt. 2: Overture, Pt. 3: Accelerando, Pt. 4: Tocatta

Chapter 5: Poco a Poco (Italian: Little by little)

Finding a schedule for lessons to follow proved to be an insurmountable task. Consistency was something that Daniela struggled with greatly, even when it came to things that she genuinely cared about. Things like ensuring you lived long enough to entertain her. Instead of working with you to find a balance that worked for both of you, the youngest Dimitrescu daughter seemed intent on doing things in her own time. Little by little. Which would have been fine, if the two of you weren’t restricted by time.

Fate wasn’t entirely unkind, however. There were still a few things that Daniella recalled from her “youth”, bits and pieces of musical theory, the bare basics of reading sheet music. Not having to teach her proper posture or the structure of a piano would save you a little bit of time. On top of that, you had been informed that, somewhere in the castle, there were a few books of sheet music you could borrow. Assuming you were eventually able to find them, that is. So far they had eluded you, but you hadn’t even had much time to search, as you were still expected to perform your usual Maiden-related tasks.

In the end, it was Daniela herself that proved to be the biggest obstacle in your way.

“Look,” Daniela said one day, barely ten minutes into a lesson, “I think we should take a break… maybe have some fun?” One of her hands is resting on top of yours, the other tucking your hair behind your ear. There’s a smirk on her lips, unsurprisingly, and she’s mere inches away from kissing you. If not for the heavy threat hanging over your head, you would have already thrown yourself into her arms. Instead, all you can do is sigh, turning away from her as you do. “Don’t be like that, sweet thing. C’mon, no one can hear us right now. Might as well enjoy ourselves.”

“Babe. Darling. Buttercup, honey, cute little button on a bear, you are not the brightest bulb in the lighting department,” you replied, holding the bridge of your nose between two fingers. Instantly Daniela is upset, giving you a (thankfully) playful smack on the arm. Before she can protest more you continue speaking. “Your family would not hear us making out, true, but they would definitely hear us not playing the piano. I’m pretty sure your mother already thinks I’m doomed to fail as a teacher, and the last thing I need is to give her a reason to drop the curtains this early into our performance.”

“First of all, I am not an idiot,” Daniela said, a bit of a growl to her voice. “Secondly, what harm can a few minutes really do? Don’t you think I’ve been working hard enough to earn a little reward?” Now she’s holding a finger under your chin, lifting it up, making sure you’re looking right at her. There’s no dissuading her, it seems, as she leans in for a soft kiss. This was one of the more frustrating aspects of dealing with (courting?) her; communication felt like a one-man play, except the audience was as likely to throw knives as rotten tomatoes. Whenever Daniela acted like this, pushing away your concerns in favor of her pleasure, it felt helpless to try and resist her.

So you kissed back, wrapped your arms around her, and hoped that she’d be more open to compromise afterwards. At least kissing her was nice. Even though it had only been a week since you first kissed her, she was already getting better, evidently learning through experience. The passion behind her movements had grown as well, leaving you a tad breathless. Regardless of her odd perception of romance, and her insistence that she knew best, you found yourself charmed by her. It was scary. Terrifying, really, how you felt yourself falling under her spell. Wait. Hadn’t you been in this sort of situation before?... Staying with someone who wasn’t good for you? Why were you kissing her? Why were you starting to tremble, tears in your eyes, mind falling down a slippery slope of memories?

By the time you snap out of it, you’re sitting on the floor, Daniela awkwardly kneeling by your side. What the fuck? You think, sniffling a little. Head spinning, mind reeling, you struggle to form coherent thoughts. Next to you Daniela is unsure of how to help. But she’s trying, sort of, one hand holding your own, the other gently rubbing your back. She’s saying something, the words going right over your head. Understanding her takes times, focus, like tuning an instrument until the pitch is just right.

“I don’t understand, we were only kissing, what happened? Can you even hear me? Is this your way of tricking me into not making out with you? Because that’s a total dick move and-” she rambles, only stopping when you give her hand a soft squeeze. Then she’s meeting your gaze, looking uncomfortable, shoulders tense. “You’ve been weird for a while. Distant. Like you don’t want to touch me anymore. Don’t you still love me?”

There’s real, honest pain in her eyes when she speaks. If the timing had been different… you’d have thrown your arms around her and covered her face in kisses, promising to hold her onto she felt better, promising that yes you cared. You cared so fucking much. But she’s making you exhausted; every second has to be focused on her, not you. Every moment of concern is flipped around until she’s the victim, or at least the one that needs comforting. You didn’t think that she even realized what she was doing. Well, you hoped that she didn’t, wanted to believe that if she understood she’d change.

“Remember the first day we kissed?... how you pulled me close, and I kissed you harder, and we started…. Remember how I made a move and you pushed me away? I’ll never forget the look on your face. I felt like shit afterwards. I should have asked before I tried anything,” you explain, letting go of Daniela’s hand so you could pull your knees to your chest. Somehow you can’t bring yourself to maintain eye contact with her- not right now, not when you could still remember what it felt like to be on her side of this story. “I don’t want to push your boundaries, or make you feel pressured to do something you don’t want to do. The last thing I’d ever want to do is hurt you like that.”

“Oh bullshit,” Daniela snarled, shocking you, before getting to her feet. Confusion doesn’t begin to describe how you feel in the moment as you watch her pace back and forth. Both her hands are clenched into fists, and she’s refusing to look at you. There’s a buzzing sound in the room, faint but growing louder, like she’s a split second away from entering swarm mode. “We’re a couple, aren’t we? Shouldn’t you be able to tell what I want? Shouldn’t it be obvious what I desire, when I’m pinning you to the wall and shoving my tongue down your throat? What more do you require?”

“Holy shit, Dani, I know communication isn’t your forte, but have you really not even considered talking to me? That’s simple, easy, literally the first thing that should come to mind!” You snapped, too in disbelief to keep your voice down. For a moment Daniela stops her pacing, turning to stare at you with narrowed eyes. If you weren’t so mad, you’d be convinced she was ready to kill you. But she doesn’t move to grab her sickle, or otherwise advance on you, instead groaning and tugging on her own hair in frustration.

“Because that’s not romantic, genius!” She replied. Some dots start to connect in your mind, but you lack the full context, as if looking at sheet music with no clefs or time signature. It’s not until Daniela continues that you really understand; and, by extension, realize just how ridiculous this whole mess is. “None of the books I’ve read involve conversations like this. People just… they just love each other! And figure it out as they go along, reading each other’s body language and facial expressions, inferring what they need to know through touches and reactions. Why can’t we do that?”

“This isn’t a fucking book, dumbass! I don’t have powers like you, I can’t just read your mind and figure out what you want. That’s not how relationships work! Communication is key. And you can’t just talk, you have to listen, hard, and understand,” you continued, still on the floor, heart pounding so furiously you thought it might leap from your chest at any moment. As angry as you are, you wonder if you’re being too loud, too angry, wonder if there was a better way to get through to Daniela. Before you can think of a solution the air is ripped from your lungs. Your “partner”/student is grabbing you by the front of your shirt, yanking you to your feet. Instinct makes you struggle against her, as useless as it is.

“I. Told. You. I’m not an idiot!” Her free hand comes up to your face, cupping your cheek for a moment, then pulling away just as fast. When it moves back up she’s gripping onto her sickle. The sharp edge ends up resting against your neck, the slightest movement threatening to cut you open. This is the most Daniela has ever openly threatened you, and in that moment all your anger melts back into fear, tears spilling down your cheeks. A flicker of something shows in her eyes, making you think that even she doesn’t like where this is going. “Give me one reason not to end this right now.”

“... I don’t… I can’t think. I… Why would you?” The words leave you in a rush, even with the pauses, and each syllable makes the sickle press into your skin a little more. There’s sure to be a cut there, though you can’t even begin to estimate how bad it is. The blade is sharp, clearly, and it hardly even hurts as it slices you. Thankfully the sensation doesn’t last long. Once you’re done speaking, Daniela’s grip loosens considerably, hand slowly letting your shirt go. Her other hand takes a few seconds to move, but eventually pulls away without any fuss. For a few seconds she just watches you, eyes filled to the brim with a rich sorrow, mouth open but unmoving.

“No lesson tomorrow. I need a break,” Daniela whispers, barely audible. Then she’s dusting herself off, no longer looking at you, and heading towards the exit. Just like the first time you met, she pauses in the doorway. “How’s that for communication, hmm?” When she laughs, it’s empty, forced. Part of you wants to stop her and ask if she’s okay.

Instead, you watch her leave, unspoken words tangling with your tongue until you almost can’t swallow.

Then your feet move, automatically, leading you to the piano. You sit down without thinking. You touch the keys without thinking. When you play, you play without thinking. It’s just a song, the world tells you, and you have no choice but to play. It’s not just a song, you know this, but you can’t think. Can’t argue against the personification of your isolation, or the embodiment of your trauma. All you can do is let yourself get lost in the music, softly, recalling lyrics from a forgotten time.

I’ve been running all my life, trying to find a place to hide ‘Thought that I had settled down, but I guess things are changing now Don’t make me go, don’t make me go Just don’t make me go, this feels like home

As soon as the last note fades out you stand, wordlessly, and leave. Your feet carry you down corridor after corridor, past maidens working, some of whom gasp when they see you. But you don’t stop, not even when you cross paths with Lady Bela, who eyes you with surprising concern. She doesn’t try to stop you, though, and you doubt you would have cared if she had tried. It’s not until you are within your shared room that you finally stop moving. It is there that you sit, shaking, finally pressing a cloth to your neck. Blood stains the fabric, first in just a few dots, then spreading out. There’s not enough to make you fear for your life, but there is enough to make you cry harder. Washing the wound will sting… so you don’t do that. Soon you will have to return to your work, and the thought puts pressure on your skull, summoning an all-too-familiar migraine.

When you close your eyes, you don’t mean to fall asleep, but that is exactly what you do. And when you dream, you do not wish for nightmares. You never do- and fate never denies you their company.

[deathbidean]

my destiel fic recs pt.3

no one asked for this but I am determined to force my favourite fics on y’all

And This, Your Living Kiss - opal_bullets : Only a very few people in the world know that the celebrated and reclusive poet Jack Allen is just Kansas mechanic Dean Winchester, a high school dropout with a few bucks to his name. Not that it matters anymore; life has left him so wrung out he never wants to pick up another pen.Until, that is, a string of coincidences leads Dean to auditing a poetry course with one Dr. Castiel Novak. The professor is wildly intelligent, devastatingly handsome...and just so happens to be academia's foremost expert on the poetry of Jack Allen. holy shit. this. THIS. it’s amazing. it’s so beautiful. your heart will break for poor Dean. this is definetly a favourite of mine!!

Andrew Lloyd Webber Gets a Pass - delicious-irony, opal_bullets : In which Castiel's manner is vague and aloof, Dean Winchester doesn't care for a cuddle, and there's no doing anything about it.Or, Dean and Castiel attempt to survive rehearsals for a new production of Cats, and each other. I’M TELLING YOU NOW. IF YOU FAINT FOR ENEMIES TO LOVERS,,, THIS WILL KILL YOU. y’all,, honestly this fic ended me it’s so goddamn good

15x14 coda : it’s a date - contemplativepancakes : “So… How was your date?” “Really, Dean? That’s what you're concerned about? After we all almost died?” Dean waggles his eyebrows. “Well, yeah. Just looking out for my little brother.” The bunker door clangs open, and Sam shoves Dean towards it. “Maybe worry about yourself.”Sam and Eileen had a date, so it's only fair that Dean and Cas do, too, right? so so sweet. just pure tooth-rotting fluff that will make your heart ache

Starstruck - peanutbutterjelly-pie (Aleakim) : From the outside Castiel Novak looks like a regular guy: a good job, two teenage kids, a nice house and a crappy car he’s way too attached to.But there’s one thing no one knows about him: that, over twenty years ago, he used to live next to none other than Dean Winchester – back then a brash and loud-mouthed boy and nowadays a huge movie star and Hollywood’s sweetheart.Castiel never bothered to tell anyone about his childhood friend because frankly, who would believe him? Probably even Dean himself already forgot about his former awkward and weird neighbor, so Castiel seriously doesn’t see any point in mentioning the whole thing ever.But then an interview on national TV happens where Dean reveals way more about his past than ever before … and Castiel - as well as the rest of the world - suddenly realizes that he left a much bigger impact on Dean’s life than he originally thought. y’all,,,,, this is still being updated and when I tell you i’m living for each one,,,,,,,, it’s so goddamn good!!! and sweet!!! and just ughhhhh!!! highly recommend!!

Shot Through The Heart - peanutbutterjelly-pie (Aleakim) : Dean is a hunter. Castiel is a Man of Letters. And even though they have to work together on a regular basis, there is not much sympathy between them. Castiel thinks Dean too brash and reckless while Dean in return sees nothing more in the other man than a rude asshole with an obsessive love for books and a truly terrible fashion sense. But fate clearly has a funny way of throwing those two together over and over again. And somewhere along the way feelings change into something neither of them would have expected.  nah nah, y’all don’t understand,,, this fic is amazing!! again; ENEMIES TO LOVERS!!!! it doesn’t get better than that, am i right?

ours is the fire, all the warmth we can find - xylodemon : Sam brings it up as they're driving back from the steakhouse in Mankato.Dean cuts him a sharp, sideways glance. "You think I should what?""I think you should try journaling.""Why the hell would I wanna do that?" very sad and very beautifully written grieving Dean. just exactly what i needed after the finale and very much patched up the hole in my heart

Be My Boyfriend : Dean and Cas keep having to pretend to be dating to discourage other potential suitors. Things get a little out of hand. i actually read this first on tumblr and loved it so much i had to find it on ao3!! it’s such sweet and silly fluff!!!!

Holiday Homies - tricia_16 : Best friends Dean and Cas are sick and tired of the stress the holidays put on anybody not already in a relationship. The endless plus one invitations to fill for New Year's Eve and Valentine's Day (and this year, Sam and Jess's wedding on top of everything else) never freaking stop. So on Halloween night, Dean and Cas come up with a plan to be each other's plus ones from Thanksgiving to the 4th Of July. They'll fake a relationship, get their parents off of their backs, actually enjoy the holidays for once... and maybe wring a few orgasms out of each other while they’re at it.What could go wrong? you want two dumbasses in love?? you want friends with benefits who are very much in love with each other?? you want to cry in frustration over their idiocy?? this is the fic for you

fifteen flares - microcomets : When Dean finally comes home, the knots in his shoulders aching and his skin still layered in dust, he finds Cas waiting up for him at the kitchen table. Without a word, Cas nudges the vacant chair out with his foot, sliding an unopened beer across the counter in a silent invitation. (post-13.06 coda.) y’all this is so sweet and cute and just wholesome. i absolutely adore confession pre-canon and this is no exceptiion

Wanna Bet? - bendingsignpost : “I bet you... that I can get laid tonight before you can get a single kiss. We pick each other’s targets.”Dean bites his lip in the vain attempt to not burst out laughing. “Uh-huh,” he says. “Sure, Sammy. Someone single and actually attractive, sure.”“Deal?” Sam says. “A kiss on the mouth, no cheating.”Still pushing down a laugh, Dean offers his hand across the table. They shake. “Deal. Okay, who am I going for?”Sam smiles wider than the devil that once possessed him, and answers: “Cas.”  pure Dean dumbassery and intervening Sam AND IT’S SO SO GOOD!! my heart aches

Four Letter Word for Intercourse - bendingsignpost : As a grease monkey turned college freshman, Dean's constantly three seconds away from being stressed out of his mind. It hardly helps that he's finally figuring out his sexuality in his thirties. What might help with that stress is a little phone number (and a big credit card bill). If he can't figure out how to be bisexual in person, he can at least give it a go over the phone, right? (It's probably a bad idea, but he really can't help himself.) okay,,, so,,, this fic may have awakened certain things in me,,,,,,, but GOD DAMN!!!! genuinely,,,, one of the best fics i’ve read; it’s just so goddamn good! i don’t think i can adequately express how much i love this fic!!

and on that note, i shall end your suffering for the time being. but seriously, these fics are genuinely well written, well thought out and executed!! they deserve to be read by everyone who will enjoy them!!

pt.1 , pt.2

[steve0discusses]

S5 Ep 15 Pt 1: The Gang Gets Lost in India

Ah, back to Yugioh classic. Sort of. We’re going into the second filler arc before Bakura, which I have been told is kind of nonsense. And youknow what, from the first scene--this is the first scene by the way--yeah I can see the nonsense.

We got Yami cosplaying as the Chrysler building, we got Yugi saying WTFWTF, we got...this thing?

This thing tells us “Join my game, Yugi!” and then the demon just kinda bounces.

K, bye, I guess.

(read more under the cut)

Waking up from this nightmare, Yugi reveals that he has outgrown his good pajamas. Or maybe he just overused them like I did to my favorite pajamas during quarantine (which, not gonna lie, I hand sewed my favorite pajama pants back together 2 or 3 times like they were the Velveteen Rabbit. Quarantine pajamas and me were like best buds for a year there.)

RIP Yugi’s good pajamas.

It’s fine. I’m fine.

I can get used to Yugi in his normal ass old man pajamas without any cute stars on them. I can accept this. He’s getting older. So much older that for a second I thought he was learning Hebrew, by the looks of his books on his counter. I thought...wow, is Yugi actually attempting to learn a language spoken around the time of ancient Egyptians???

But uh...I went a searching and unfortunately that’s not Hebrew, and if that is a language, I don’t know what it is. Pretty sure it’s just random marks because this show has to be translated in so many languages. Man. For a second there that looked like really sneaky world building, but nah, Yugi is still kind of a dumbass who has yet to attend a solid year of school.

Also, I got to take in this mustard yellow as if I’ve seen it for the first time.

It has strong building blocks energy. It’s...so much yellow and it’s extremely the vibe of that one set of animal crossing decorations that I have because it’s a very common recipe, but, can’t figure out for the life of me how to fit into any room.

What am I supposed to do with these, Nintendo? Other than recreate Yugi’s Muto’s haunted game store/house?

Like I live in the Bay area and we have wild painted houses so you can see them through the fog (back when we...still had fog, RIP California) --but this is a little much. This is such strong Protagonist energy but as a house.

Also, I’ve don’t think I’ve brought this up before, but like...Yugi is loaded, right? Like he’s way too good and humble to ever say he’s loaded, and they sort of make it seem like he’s not (when compared to Seto Kaiba) but damn, this location of his real estate sure is something. That and Grandpa’s tiny shop seems to run on a constant deficit and his family just doesn’t care.

We flash back a bit to Gramps sneaking out, and Yugi is like “oh great, my only Father figure I ever talk about is getting a backpack together and just...leaving without any notice, huh? Without telling me you were going to go? Didn’t think that would maybe be a little off putting?“ and Gramps is like “Yes?”

Like Gramps nearly died going to an amusement park a few episodes back so I can see why Yugi is a little bit concerned.

Down the street at a little town lottery, Joey is getting further into gambling (I don’t know what those little street lotteries are called, it’s in a lot of anime--but kinda looks like mom lotteries for moms.)

I’m not sure why India is on Joey Wheeler’s bucket list, seems a little random, but he went to Pegasus’ country, after all and that’s barely even a country.

Joey going nuts on a lottery machine instead of going to school was pretty peak filler, so I’m not really minding this stuff so far.

And then, just to spook me, check this out:

I can’t believe they even let them back into a classroom. In my nerd school, if you missed one too many days, you were sent to the bad schools to be someone else’s problem. But in Yugi’s case...that either IS his school or...Yugi is failing International School, which is just a thing he’s allowed to do, because, as I said before, this kid has got to be loaded. Even Seto Kaiba was like “I’m not spending money on this school anymore. That outfit is like 50 bucks a jacket.”

Youknow, I have seen all the other characters knock on Tea’s choice of cute ass monsters for the last 5 seasons, and she has never once changed them out. She is holding onto this scary seraphim thing with the many wings like every child with their first Pidgey. She does not care.

Also how is this thing cute?

like the front of this orb has a face with hearts on it but like...it is kind of remarkable what Yugioh decides is cute. Magma golem: not cute. this thing? This thing that looks like it’s a chibi version of the last chapters of the bible and will sound the trumpets of the second coming? So cuuuuute.

Tristan used to be the Janitor/hall monitor/square archetype. Like hell he can walk around with that 00′s R+B soundtrack.

Joey appears in order to get us the hell out of school, and the art team retires this school background for the rest of what I assume is this entire series.

Goodbye school. Maybe you’ll come back with Bakura. Which would be weird, since rumor is that arc takes place in ancient Egypt.

On their walk home, Tea lets out in an inner monologue that no one could hear that after 5 straight seasons of his BS, she’s sick and tired of Pharaoh being the center of attention all the time and she needs a freakin break.

TBH, as she was thinking in her head like “Pharoah is just so freakin much” Yugi switched over to Pharaoh and was like “WHATS UP TEA, THINKING ABOUT ME??” and I thought for a split second maybe he read her mind with his Pharaoh powers.

And like...maybe he did? Seems like a thing he can just do but chooses not to tell anyone about. I mean would you tell anyone? I wouldn’t.

So, unlike Miho in Season Zero, who at least had the decency to try to take her Mother to Australia, Joey Wheeler has wisely decided that the 3 other ticket holders will not be the 3 other members of his immediate family. That would have been the most awkward trip between Serenity, his mother he hasn’t really spoken to in 7 years, and his absent father who was written out of the series for being a raging alcoholic. They would have not even made it to the plane.

Instead he’s gonna take the ghost in Yugi’s head and call that an adult (two tickets in one, really). It’s honestly not that bad of a plan, since his only other father figure, Grandpa, is MIA, and his only other, other father figure, Roland, charges like 300 dollars an hour and wants stock options and health insurance.

And honestly they should have taken Roland because he’s one of their best plane guys.

So they take the smallest little Amelia Earheart plane in the world, going from Japan to (checks map) India...which 2 times the distance this plane can go and it crashes...which is exactly what would happen if you took a teeny tiny plane over the Himalayan mountains without refueling that thing.

We call this a magical incident later in the episode, but this is just basic math.

So, fun fact, (and probably why I discuss planes so often on this blog) two of my Grandfathers were pilots (well, three, since my grandmother remarried another pilot), which sounds like a crazy coincidence until you recall that their generation was in WW2 and we just shoved children in planes for 20 years and called that normal.

Anyway, to save on travel costs, my engineer Grandfather built his own plane out of junkyard parts, which, as you can imagine, is a living nightmare, and it was held together by like duct tape and gasoline (which at one time used to be cheap). Tempted God every day that Howls Moving Castle touched the sky.

And while I only know it from photos since I wasn’t exactly born yet, it looked exactly like this plane. So looking at this, all I can think is...yeah...that’s what you get for flying to India in a tin can car. To this day I cannot trust any plane of this size.

So, they climb out of their wreckage virtually unscathed and into familiar Californian territory.

At least Joey thought about bringing a tent.

It’s interesting how our cast has become so accustomed to this that they’re not even all that shell shocked. It’s just another day in the life.

So next time we shall find out what India has in store for us. Or if we’re even in India...because again...feels a lot like this BG team doesn’t do any research into their landscapes and every place feels a whole lot of the same. But...at least they didn’t put any Arizonan mesas in India.

[yoon-kooks]

Witch Hazel- Pt.6

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: FanficWriter!Jungkook, Idol!Reader, College!AU, Angst, Fluff

Summary: There are two students in your art class with a secret: you and the quiet Jeon Jungkook. You’re a problematic idol singer, infamous for your ice cold reputation and perpetual resting bitch face; he’s the artist and author behind the viral comic series based on a certain ice queen idol. After a blowup of destructive rumors, lost motivation and inevitable solitude, you stumble upon Jungkook’s comic and find a new and unexpected light.

Word Count: 3.5k

Warnings: none

Parts: 1 // 2 // 3 // 4 // 5 // 6 // ?

A/N: i’ve had mixed feelings about the tumblr fic community as of late :/ but heres something to read🥺

-

Holding the boy’s pinky in your own, you stare once more at his drawing of you with your guitar and flower crown—a superhero to those whom you shared your music with.

No. Your music hasn’t saved anyone. You’ve never been a hero to anyone. If anything, you’re the one who needs to be saved. You’d always thought you could grow strong enough to save yourself if you just closed yourself off from the world and did everything on your own. But in the end, that only seemed to hurt you more.

You should’ve known. It’s okay to ask for help, to reach out, to let him in.

“A few years ago, I had a thought. It wasn’t a very smart thought, but I decided I wanted to share part of myself with the world. I thought about the different ways I could go about that, but the way that made the most sense for me was music,” you say, finally letting go of Jungkook’s pinky and making yourself awfully comfortable on a bed that doesn’t belong to you. “So I auditioned for Polar Entertainment. Not to be an idol, but to be a songwriter.”

Jungkook doesn’t say anything, but he nods as if it’s not a shock to him, as if he saw it as “a Y/N thing to do.” At the same time, his gentle eyes wait for you to continue, curious to know what’ll happen next.

“Do you remember the song you heard me singing the other day in the music room?”

Jungkook cracks a smirk and starts singing your song word for word in a surprisingly in-tune whisper. Oh, he remembers it alright, and he’ll apparently never let you live it down. He doesn’t stop until you throw one of the balled-up blankets at his face.

“That was the first time I picked up my guitar and sang that song since being rejected at the audition.”

“I can imagine how scarring that would be. Rejection,” he shudders at the word, though you’re sure he knows little about the feeling with art skills as professional as his. “They really didn’t like you though?”

“They liked certain parts of me.” Your vocals, your beauty, your body. “But not the ones that mattered.” Your music, your creativity, your personality. You.

“That’s their loss,” Jungkook says in the midst of a yawn, practically inaudible. But you heard him.

“Maybe they had a point,” you say, looking up at the ceiling. “Because when I look back to that time, it was quite foolish of me to believe my music would reach anyone when it came from a place of desperation, not my heart. The song was a plea for help, not one that would save others.”

“What made you suddenly sing it again after all this time?”

You grab hold of the boy’s hand and form yet another pinky promise. “Promise you won’t laugh at me for my reason.”

“I can’t promise you that,” he says with the straightest face. He’s ready to burst out laughing again and you know it.

“Then I won’t tell you.” With a hmph, you bury yourself under the fluffiest blanket. You wonder how he would’ve reacted if you told him it was that dang jk.seagull and his fanfic that gave you the courage to sing again, to go back to your roots, to follow your love of creating music. It’d obviously sound ridiculous to admit it out loud, but the joy you feel from reading Witch Hazel is what reminds you of the very thing you want to provide others with—happiness.

And that’s perhaps all the encouragement you needed to start sharing your music again.

“I won’t tell you what it was exactly that made me do it, but I’ll tell you why,” you peek your head back out of the blankets to see the boy still waiting patiently for an answer. “I wanted to move on… from the failure I faced that day. That way, I can finally become that superhero you speak of.”

You place the drawing of your superhero self onto the nightstand so that it doesn’t get crinkled up on the bed. No, she’s not a superhero yet. But she will be someday.

“I’ll look forward to it.”

“You better not tell anyone,” you remind him. “This isn’t something I share with other people. Ever.”

“I won’t tell anyone,” he assures you, with not only his words but also his warmth.

“Good.” You smile whilst closing your eyes. You meant to tell him that he could confide in you too, but the warmth pulls you into a deep slumber before you could do so.

-

It’s been a minute since you’ve awoken in someone else’s bed, though this is the first time you aren’t all wrapped up in their embrace. Rather, half the boy’s body is hanging off the side of the bed for dear life while you’re right smack in the middle, all bundled up in one of the blankets.

If you wanted to, you could push him over the edge with the tiniest tap of your foot—that’s how close he is to falling. But as tempting as it would be to get even with the boy who teases you to no end, you opt to quietly check your phone without disturbing him.

To your surprise, you have two new notifications: a text from Seokjin earlier this morning and a late-night update from jk.seagull posted sometime after you had passed out. You’ve always been the type to take care of work obligations before indulging in guilty pleasures, so you open Seokjin’s text first.

6:04AM jinnie “so jimin’s manager reached out to me”

6:05AM jinnie “and you want to collab with jimin?”

7:12AM Y/N “oh yeah i asked him to have his manager contact you”

7:13AM Y/N “but i guess i forgot to tell you LOL”

It’s not that you forgot. You were just hesitant to tell your manager about it yourself. Because if possible, you’d like to minimize your own company’s involvement in this top-secret scheme of yours.

7:15AM jinnie “are you up to something?”

7:15AM Y/N “mayhaps”

7:16AM Y/N “but dont tell boss lady pls”

7:17AM jinnie “shes going to find out one way or another”

7:19AM Y/N “thats true 🤔 ”

7:20AM Y/N “well tbh knowing her, she’d probably approve of the collab anyway since it should clear up those dating rumors while (hopefully) appealing to jimin’s fanbase”

7:21AM Y/N “just dont tell her the logistics of the collab”

7:21AM jinnie “what are you scheming lmao”

7:22AM Y/N “youll see”

7:22AM jinnie “ 😒 dont get me or yourself in trouble Y/N”

7:23AM Y/N “i wont! i promise! 🥺 ”

7:24AM jinnie “okay fine”

7:25AM jinnie “ill arrange a meeting with jimin and his manager to discuss everything formally”

As you move on to the more exciting notification on your phone, you see that the sleeping Jungkook has slipped several inches closer to falling flat on his face. Maybe you’ll save him from his impending doom. Maybe you won’t. But that’ll have to wait until after you see what jk.seagull had to say on his blog.

“do you ever think back to that one time in math camp when a little girl screamed in your face that she hated math and wanted to become a musician instead? apparently she somehow confused ‘musician’ with ‘mathematician’ LMAO”

You aren’t sure what provoked the silly seagull guy to share such a random thought, but you do get a good laugh out of it. After all, you can totally relate as someone who went to math camp one summer despite knowing in your heart what you truly wanted to do-

Wait.

“Jungkook,” you say in a half-hushed, half-urgent tone, though calling his name wouldn’t be what actually wakes him from his slumber. “I think I know who the seagull guy is.”

Thud. You swear on your life you didn’t lay a finger on the boy when he fell, despite all the devilish thoughts you had about it earlier. He fell on his own. You’re innocent. Therefore, you have a right to laugh.

“Are you okay?” you snicker, peering down from the bed at the dazed boy. He might have been the biggest klutz for rolling off the bed and stumbling around to find his glasses, but holy shit. His wild bedhead and scattered blankets across the floor make it seem as though the two of you had a lot more than just an innocent heart-to-heart in his bed last night.

“I’m fine,” he stretches his arms and combs the bedhead out. Yes, he is fine. “But, uhh, what’s this about that seagull guy?”

“I think I know him.” You expect Jungkook to be as excited as you are, but he just seems kind of puzzled—perhaps from his lack of sleep.

“…and how did you come to that conclusion…?” he asks. Or maybe he doesn’t believe you.

“You didn’t see the post! Look at the post.” You join the boy down on the floor and make yourself at home there with your phone and some of the fallen blankets. He leans over your shoulder to read the infamous post you won’t shut up about.

“Math camp?” Jungkook continues to squint at the cryptic message before chuckling. “Also, did that girl seriously confuse musician with mathematician?”

“Stop laughing! That dumbass was me.” Now you wish you had kicked his ass off the bed.

He stops laughing, not because you told him to but because he’s mildly shook. “What?”

You take a deep breath in because you know you’re setting yourself up to be clowned for the rest of your fucking life. “When I was like ten, I told my parents that I wanted to be a mathematician, thinking that word meant musician. So they signed me up for camp that summer.”

“Did you ever stop to think that mathematician has the word math in it and not mu-”

You interrupt the boy’s unwelcomed commentary with an air-punch to his guts before continuing on as if nothing happened. “I was so excited until I got there. It was absolutely mortifying to learn that it was a math camp, not a music camp.”

“I like this story,” he nods with his arms guarding himself in anticipation of another air-jab as you square up.

“Still, I tried to make the best out of the situation since I was actually kind of good at math,” you say. “The camp director even told me I’d make a great math professor one day.”

“I can’t imagine you as a math professor.” He settles down with all the chuckling.

“I couldn’t either, so I ran off to an empty room where I thought I could escape without anyone finding me,” you soften your tone. “But somehow a crying, wandering boy found me.”

“Was it the seagull?”

“Maybe. All I remember was hearing music playing from somewhere outside. I sang along as a way to comfort and distract myself from the whole math situation, but it seemed to cheer up the boy as well.”

“Your voice does have that effect, you know.”

“He told me the same thing.” You can’t help but smile a little at the compliment. “But in that moment, it felt like my dream had a purpose beyond fueling my own desires. And I needed to share it with someone. Anyone.”

“So you shared it with the boy?”

You nod. “I told him my dream was to be a mathematician, but he knew what I meant.”

“Did he at least clown you first?”

“He did. He laughed right in my face, and at first I thought he was a jerk for making fun of my dream. But after he kindly taught me the difference between musician and mathematician, I announced my actual dream to him and him alone.”

“And how’d he respond?”

“He said it was cool beans.”

“He said cool beans?”

“Those were his exact words, yes.”

“And that was it?”

“That’s all I can remember.”

“So you don’t even remember his name or anything?”

“We never introduced ourselves,” you shake your head. “I don’t remember his face either because it was covered by a hood and long hair.”

“That’s too bad,” Jungkook sighs. “I bet it really was that seagull guy after all.”

“I have a feeling it was him, too.”

It would be nice and awfully romantic if you had somehow crossed paths long ago with the very seagull who continues to inspire your craft with his own. But even if that isn’t the case, you’re content with having that memory and entrusting it with another boy who has done nothing but lift you up.

You lean yourself gently against the Jungkook’s shoulder as you slip your phone back into your pocket, debating on your next course of action. The two of you should be getting ready for class, but that doesn’t sound very appealing. There are other things you’d much rather be doing, like maybe thanking the boy for lending his ear. But for some reason, it’s still difficult for you to say those two simple words of gratitude.

Perhaps it’s difficult because there’s a lot more you’d say than just “thanks man.”

“Can we just cut class and get coffee instead?” Yes, you’ll thank him for his service by treating him to coffee. Unless…? What if this is just your subtle way of asking the boy out on a date? What if he says no because you’ve already spent way too much time with him in the past 24 hours? What if he hates coffee? What if he-

“We should probably go to class to turn in our project, yeah?” Jungkook brings up a good point. But the thing is, you don’t really have your priorities straight at the moment and your mind has only two things consuming it: coffee and boy. “But we can get coffee after class.”

“Ooh, good, because there’s this one coffee shop I want you to try!” You chirp up despite your nonexistent dose of morning caffeine. “It’ll be my treat as thanks for… letting me hog your bed.”

“Oh right... that,” Jungkook hops to his feet and starts tidying up said bed. You help by picking up and folding all of the blankets. “I nearly froze and fell to my death because of that, you know.”

“I saw,” you bite your lip, trying to mask any naughty thoughts that come to mind. Because next time, if there is in fact a next time, you won’t let the boy freeze.

-

By the time art class ends, the weight of the dreaded group project has been lifted and your craving for coffee begins to settle in once more. And apparently, the hunger and excitement is radiating off you because someone has the audacity to make a comment about it.

“Why does your face look like that?” Taehyung teases, but you’re mildly offended.

“Because I’m getting coffee from my favorite café. That’s why,” you hiss but there’s still a hidden glow about you and your excitement. “Coffee is to me as girls are to you, Taehyung.”

“Ooh, speaking of girls, do any cute girls work there?” He strokes his wise man beard. “Maybe I’ll tag along.”

“I don’t fucking know.” And even if you did know, you wouldn’t say yes.

“How boring,” he yawns while nudging the boy next to him. “Hey Jungkook, wanna go on a double date with me? I met a pair of gamer girls, but I don’t know all the nerdy gaming stuff that you know. And think about it, this could be the first time you get laid since-”

“Actually, Jungkook’s getting coffee with me,” you interrupt. And if you had been brave enough to look up at the boy as you spoke, you would have seen the healthy pink radiance on his cheeks.

“Oh, so the two of you are dating all of a sudden?” Taehyung nods, as if he had hit the mark.

Neither you or Jungkook give an immediate answer, probably due to the unspoken yet very apparent shift in dynamics between the two of you as of late. Yes, you’ve developed certain feelings for the boy, but no, you aren’t technically “dating.” You just hope he’s on the same page as you.

“It’s just coffee,” you want to say, but it comes out of Jungkook’s mouth instead. And even though you would’ve said the same exact thing, it hits a little different hearing it from him.

At the same time, coffee is coffee and Jungkook is Jungkook. You need to remind yourself that your craving for coffee with the boy will be satisfied, regardless of whether it’s a date or not. After all, “dating” is not an option for an idol who should only be focusing on her music and fans.

“Which drink would you recommend?” Jungkook asks as you lead him in the direction of the café.

“If you like coffee, all of the drinks are good in my humble opinion,” you say, though you realize you should probably give the boy a few specific suggestions to make his decision a little easier. “You can get a standard mocha or latte if you want something simple. Or, their signature hazelnut coffee is really really good. Or if you want something iced, you should try the cold brew because it’s literally the most refreshing dose of caffeine ever. Oh! But if you’re into something more plant-based, I suggest the maple oat-”

“You’re not narrowing down my options if you recommend the entire menu, Y/N,” the boy chuckles at your coffee enthusiast behavior.

“Well, here’s my thought process: if we go at least once a week after class, you can eventually try every drink on the menu by the end of the school year. Not including all the different types of milk options though.”

“I don’t know if I should be impressed or terrified that you even bothered to do that calculation.” His eyes are bigger and brighter than the sun. “But that must mean you really like coffee then, huh?”

“Of course! Is that even a question?” The snobby coffee enthusiast jumped out real quick. But even beyond the coffee, you did the calculation to see how long your little coffee not-dates with the boy could last before you have to return to your idol obligations. “You like coffee too, right?”

“Not really,” he sighs. Your jaw drops. Who the does he think he is? “Are there any tea options? Or like a banana milk or something?”

“You can’t just walk into a coffee shop and not order coffee.” Is this guy for real? No, he’s just fucking with you. Probably. “I better start reevaluating who I hang out with,” you say with a sarcastic hmph.

“I’m kidding, kind of.” He doesn’t do a very good job of reassuring you of that. “I like… coffee.”

“That hesitant pause doesn’t sit well with me, Jeon.” You raise an eyebrow at the suspicious boy. It feels nice to tease him for once. “Why are you grabbing coffee with me if you don’t love it?”

“I just curious about this coffee place,” he nudges you, “since someone seems to really enjoy it.”

So it’s because of you…

“Good to know I’ve successfully peer pressured you into consuming caffeine,” you hum, playing it off as if his words weren’t absorbed right into your heart. It was never about coffee.

It’s about you and him.

The thought of that makes your heart scream a little, so you hide your flustered face behind your phone as the two of you approach the coffee shop. You have an unread text from your manager.

2:35PM jinnie “good news”

2:36PM jinnie “i set up a meeting with jimin and his manager in an hour”

You stop in your tracks. That’s not good news. Well actually, it is good for your top secret collab. But the timing of it all is anything but good.

“Are you searching up the menu online? Oh wait, you already have the entire menu memorized from A to Z.” He thinks he’s funny. Now is not the time, Jeon. His teasing smile doesn’t disappear until the distress is written all over your face.

How do you cancel a not-a-date date without a proper explanation? How can you do that to a boy who has only ever done you right? The thing is, you don’t have to hurt him.

You can cancel the meeting, you can bail out on the collab, you can disappear from the idol world altogether if you choose to do so. And if you didn’t want to go that far, you could instead tell the boy of your deepest and darkest secret, of your idol identity, and he would surely understand your reasons for having to leave so suddenly for work.

You could do any of those things, but you decide not to. You won’t allow yourself to make such a rash decision, even if it’s the right one. So you decide to keep the meeting, you decide to keep your idol self hidden in the shadows, and you decide to abandon the boy.

[begluketostay]

distractions // luke mini series pt 2

distractions - luke mini series pt 1

Word Count: 4.2k

Rating: M (18+)

Keywords: smut, bestfriend!luke

Summary: You’ve loved Luke for as long as you’ve known him. When he gets back from tour, it’s getting harder and harder to live with never being able to have what’s right in front of you. You know you can stay strong, you just need some distractions.

Wattpad Link

A/N: if you haven’t read the first part, i’ve linked it above! this is a mini series so it will have 4-5 parts total. enjoy!!

Your phone buzzes with yet another text from Luke, one of many that you’ve opened and found yourself unable to answer. You know it’s not fair, but you can’t stand to look at him after seeing those pictures and reading those texts. 

It’s entirely hypocritical of you to be upset, because you’ve been doing your own share of sleeping around while he’s been gone, but that’s not the same. You’re in love with Luke, so of course it hurts you that he’s been sleeping with other girls. But Luke isn’t in love with you, so it doesn’t matter that you’ve been doing the same. 

You still don’t want him to know about Hunter though, and you tell yourself it’s solely because you know that he and Hunter have some weird tension between them leftover from some stupid fight years ago. 

Hunter has always been a player, using girls for his pleasure and dumping them whenever he’s done. You weren’t a fan of the way he played the heartstrings of girls, but he was still a good guy and the two of you always got along. There were no feelings between the two of you - you both knew you were using each other and agreed to it from the start. 

You used him to numb and distract yourself from Luke and he used you for sexual pleasure. It was a bit unconventional, but it worked. Everyone was happy. 

Except you weren’t really happy. It’s still never enough for you. There’s no love, no emotional connection. Just raw, rough sex that leaves you feeling slightly empty afterwards. 

But it’s still something. 

You open your messages with Luke, scrolling up and rereading all the texts he’s sent you the past few days. 

You’re right, I’m really regretting those last few drinks lol

Are you awake?

Y/N?

Hellooooooo

Is something wrong?

…. I’m guessing something is wrong

Did I do something to upset you last night?

Can you please just fucking answer me

Okay, I get it, you’re not talking to me

Y/N

You feel guilty, but you just can’t bring yourself to answer him. You’ve never been good at dealing with unpleasant emotions, choosing to ignore them and pretend they don’t exist rather than confronting them. 

It was easy when Luke was on tour. You missed him, of course, but it was easy to ignore the fact that he wasn’t exactly being celibate when you didn’t have to look him in the eye every day and feel that twist in your stomach. 

You’re so glad he’s back, but you didn’t expect it to be so painful. Why is it so hard to be around him all of the sudden?

Your phone lights up with a call, and you turn your volume off so you don’t have to listen to the music ring throughout your empty apartment as you ignore it once more. 

There’s a banging against the door, and you nearly jump out of your seat on the couch. 

“I know you’re in there!” Luke’s voice calls. “I could hear your phone ringing.”

You could keep ignoring him, pretend to be asleep maybe. But then it would become an even bigger thing that you would eventually have to explain and you think maybe you can just play it off if you answer the door now and act like nothing’s wrong. 

You adjust your pajama shorts as you pad over to the door, looking through the peephole and seeing Luke’s face. He looks more well-rested than when you last saw him. The bags under his eyes are nearly gone, but he looks jittery and distraught. 

When you open the door, he just stands there, almost surprised that you’re letting him in. He takes a few steps forward, trying to figure out his words. He didn’t expect to get this far. 

“Are you okay?” he settles on asking, his first priority to check on you. “Did something happen?”

You shrug, looking down at your feet as you lean against the counter. 

“Did I say something that night, at the party?” he presses. “I know you’ve been ignoring me.”

You groan, turning and heading toward your couch where you curl up in the spot you’d been occupying moments before, throwing the blanket back over your bare legs. 

“No, you didn’t say anything wrong Luke. I’ve just been dealing with some stuff,” you shrug nonchalantly. 

“Just dealing with some stuff?” he asks incredulously. “You couldn’t have answered a single one of my texts or calls to tell me that?”

“Not sure why I have to keep you updated on my every move.”

“Ugh,” he groans frustratedly, running his hands through his long curls. “I just wanted to see you, to make sure you’re okay. I missed you while I was gone and I was excited to see you and now you’re just ignoring me and shutting me out and you won’t tell me why. You’re so… frustrating.”

He sits next to you on the couch, reaching for the blanket and throwing some of it over his legs after he takes his shoes off. Your legs touch underneath it, and you try to keep yourself from shivering. 

“Look, Luke, I’m sorry you’re mad that I didn’t answer your texts right away, but I’ve been dealing with a lot of shit and I’m used to dealing with things on my own now. You’re always gone and I’m so proud that you get to go off touring the world and all, don’t get me wrong, but I don’t need your help with everything anymore.”

He frowns. He knows that he can’t blame you, but it hurts him when he realizes that you don’t really need him anymore. You used to come to him for everything and he was always there to comfort you, and now you won’t even tell him what’s wrong. 

“Is it- is it something with Johnny?” he asks hesitantly, trying to get a feel for the cause of your distance from him.

Before Johnny had gotten so bad, the three of you used to be a little group. You loved the fact that your twin brother was your best friend, and Luke was always there with you too. Your parents had always referred to the three of you as the Three Musketeers.

But then Johnny fell in with a different crowd. Even though you loved him and trusted him and gave him endless chances, he became hostile towards you. He changed so quickly from your best friend into someone you barely recognized. You’d find him rifling through your room, searching for something he could sell to pay for his next fix. He’d pushed you so hard in a fight once that your head slammed into the wall and you’d ended up with a slight concussion.

Even still, you loved him and fought for him. You missed your brother. Your parents seemed to be giving up on him, but you really believed he could get clean. You could feel in your bones that he was strong enough to do it, he just needed someone to help him. And that person always ended up having to be you, because your mother could no longer be in the same room as him without crying and your father ended up in screaming matches with him whenever they spoke. 

That’s why you had to fly home when he overdosed again a few weeks ago. You had to be the one to help him, because he had pushed everyone else away. 

When he first started pushing you away in high school, you and Luke became much closer. You could no longer rely on your brother, and Luke was always there to lean on and to make up for it. Even though Luke and Johnny were once best friends, Luke found himself resenting him for putting you through so much. 

He saw how many chances you gave Johnny, how much you believed in him and your willingness to help him, and Luke admired how big your heart was. But it pissed him off that Johnny took advantage of you over and over again, getting your hopes up only to let you down every time.

You close your eyes, not wanting to talk about Johnny with Luke at this moment. 

“Johnny’s… fine,” you mumble. But you can tell he’s not satisfied with so little information. “Dumbass overdosed again a few weeks ago. My parents are fed up, they’re done with him, so I had to go back and help him get in somewhere.” 

“I wish you would just tell me these things,” Luke sighs, and you notice him scoot a little closer to you on the couch. “How is he now?”

“Haven’t even heard from him,” you shrug, trying not to show the disappointment in your voice. “Is it bad that I’m starting to get a little fed up too? I mean, I know he can do it, but… he just doesn’t and it’s so frustrating. Especially since I’m paying for his treatments now, it’s just-”

“Wait, you’re paying for his rehab?” Luke interrupts, pulling back to look at you surprised. You nod. “I thought your parents were paying.”

“Not anymore. They cut him off. They’re done with his shit and they won’t give him any more money. And I don’t blame them,” you admit. You’ve thought about cutting him off too, but you’re not at that point yet. 

You can see wheels spinning in Luke’s head and you know what he’s about to offer. “Please, let me help, it’s not fair that you have to pay for Johnny’s rehab when it’s his own damn fault he’s there in the first place.” You firmly reject the offer, shaking your head and moving away from him. “C’mon, Y/N, how are you even affording it?”

He doesn’t mean it in a bad way, he knows you make a decent income at your job, but not enough to single handedly fund Johnny’s rehab while also making your rent payments. 

“I’m making it work, okay? I don’t need your money, I’m fine.”

“Is this why you’ve been ignoring me?” he asks, and while you know it’s not the truth, you know he’ll probably believe you, so you nod. 

It’s better than telling him the real reason. 

“Just been stressed about it all, you know how I shut down sometimes.”

And boy, does Luke know how you shut down. He’s worked so hard to get you to not push him away every time you do, and you two were doing pretty good with that until he’d left on his most recent tour.

“I know,” he mumbles, and under the blanket, he sets his hand down on your knee, stroking soft patterns with his thumb as a way of saying sorry. Sorry that you’ve been stressed, sorry that he’s been gone, and sorry that you have to go through so much. 

“I’m gonna go get lunch with the boys in a little, you should come. Take your mind off things,” he suggests. “They’re bummed they didn’t get to see you much the other night.”

Lunch sounds good, and you do miss the rest of the boys, so you agree and get yourself dressed and ready and Luke drives the two of you over.

“Y/N!” Calum cheers as you walk in next to Luke. He stands up from his chair and hugs you. You’ve always loved Calum’s hugs, warm and inviting, and you realize just how much you’ve missed not only Luke, but all the boys that are sitting at the table in front of you. “We got bottomless mimosas for everyone,” he says as he releases you and you laugh. 

They know you so well. 

After more hugs and some catching up, you all sip on your drinks and chat. You’re surprised they have so much to talk about and are so excited to see each other since they’ve just been together for months on the road.

“I can’t believe you really jumped out of our hotel window,” Calum laughs, shaking his head as he recalls one of their wild nights in Amsterdam. 

“You’re the one who dared me to do it!” Ashton yells, pointing a finger at Cal. “You knew I wouldn’t turn it down! It’s entirely your fault.”

You’re laughing with them over your drink, not at all shocked by all the crazy stories they’re telling.

“Wait, wait, when did you jump out of a window? I don’t remember that,” Luke laughs, looking around between the guys.

“You don’t remember because you weren’t there,” Ashton rolls his eyes. “You went home with some girl that night.” It’s said teasingly, just a friendly jab at Luke, but it feels like a stab to you and your heart speeds up a little. You definitely don’t want to hear about this, but you can’t stop yourself from listening closely to see if anything else about that night is said.

They’re all laughing, and Ashton is punching Luke’s shoulder, calling him a little tiger, and you’re sure no one has noticed how forced your laughter is until you see Calum is looking at you uncomfortably, a sympathetic look on his face.

You’re pretty sure Calum knows the extent of your feelings for Luke. He’d found you at a party last year, drowning your sorrows in your drinks as you’d watched Luke follow a pretty girl upstairs, and he’d held your hair back as you puked afterwards, drunkenly rambling about how unfair the world is. He never brought it up, but you know that he knows.

Calum easily changes the subject, glancing at you as he asks, “how were things around here while we were gone? You get bored without us?”

“Yeah, things were definitely not as exciting here as they apparently were for you guys,” you force a laugh, taking another sip of your mimosa and tipping it back until the last drop is gone. Michael hands you another one, and they start chanting for you to chug, and you oblige, laughing because of course they would make you chug a mimosa.

The rest of lunch is full of laughter as they all taunt and tease each other and make plans to go to the new bar in town tomorrow night, and you’re trying not to think too hard about what Ashton said about Luke. You briefly wonder how many girls he slept with while on this world tour, but you shake yourself out of that thought when Luke squeezes your thigh under the table, silently asking if you’re okay. 

You know you’re going to need a distraction soon. 

And if Luke is having sex with other people, then you will too.

-------------------------------------------

When you get back to your place after lunch, Luke throws himself onto your bed, turning on the TV and flicking through netflix to find something to watch. The two of you get under the covers and lay next to each other just closely enough to be considered cuddling, but far enough apart that anything romantic can still be denied. 

You spend a few hours that way, your bodies scooting closer to each other as the time passes and Luke’s hand is lazily combing through your hair, lightly scratching your scalp every so often. It was times like these when you let your guard down and let yourself pretend that maybe, just maybe, he loves you too. Everything just feels so right when you’re laid together like this. 

At one point, you thought maybe there was a chance. 

While you’d always been close, you and Luke had been inseparable in the months leading up to their latest tour. The night before they left, you’d all been at Ashton’s with the boys and some of their friends for a small going away party. Towards the end of the night, the two of you had snuck away into the backyard and Luke held you in a tight hug, cradling your head, whispering how much he’ll miss you. 

And when he looked in your eyes, you thought you saw something there. And when he leaned in, hope bubbled up in your throat. And when he kissed you, you thought this was finally it. He wanted you just as much as you wanted him. 

But the next morning, he texted you, apologizing for stepping over a line and blamed it on all the champagne he’d had, and asked if you would just forget it ever happened. 

And you agreed to forget about it, but you still haven’t been able to. Looking at him now starts to hurt again, being so close and knowing that you can’t have what you want. 

Luke’s eyes are fluttered shut, his hand resting limply in your hair now that he’s fallen asleep. You sneak out of the bed and into the bathroom, shutting the door and sitting on the toilet as you text the person who can help distract you. It’s not long before you receive a text back.

come over whenever, i’ll get your mind off of him in no time 

You brush your teeth before sneaking back to your room and quietly going through your drawers to find something to change into, making an effort to not wake up Luke. You grab a lace bra and some matching underwear out of your drawer, and of course Luke wakes up right then and sees them in your hands. 

“Mmm, those are nice,” he mumbles, rubbing sleep out of his eyes. “What are you doing with those?” 

You blush and continue to go through your drawers to grab a pair of leggings and a tee to throw on over them, saying, “just changing.”

“Into those?” his eyebrow raises. “What for?”

“Just going to meet up with someone,” you reply. It’s vague, but you know he’ll know what you mean, and you don’t particularly feel the need to hide the fact that you’re going to see a guy right now when you know he’s been having one night stands all the way across Europe. 

You watch Luke’s eyes as he looks from the nice underwear set in your hands and back to your face, seeing him realize that you’re not just going to meet up with someone, you’re going to meet up with someone for sex. 

“What do you mean ‘meeting up with someone?’” he questions you, sitting up in your bed. “Like a date, or like…?”

“Not a date, Luke,” you roll your eyes at him. 

“You can’t be serious.”

“Why not?” you press, not sure what you want his words to be, but deciding that you’re going to make him say whatever it is he’s thinking. 

“Are you going on a… booty call?” His voice is full of judgement. You simply nod in return, shutting your bathroom door between the two of you so you can change in private. “With who?” he demands to know.

“I don’t see how that’s any of your business,” you call through the door, gritting your teeth. You don’t know why exactly he seems upset, but you’re kind of glad that he is. It feels nice to give him a taste of his own medicine. 

“Why is someone texting you for a booty call?” He doesn’t mean it to come off as rude as it does. He simply wants to know why there’s someone who is comfortable enough to ask you to come sleep with them in the middle of the evening and why he doesn’t know about whoever this person is. 

What you hear from that question is that he can’t believe anyone would want to sleep with you. A rush of heat fills your belly as you bubble up with anger. You laugh, voice sharp and bitter, and Luke looks guilty. 

“Yeah, why would anyone wanna sleep with plain old me, huh?” you spit, flinging open the drawer next to your bed and unashamedly pull out a pack of condoms, making eye contact with Luke as you shove them into your purse.

“Y/N, that’s not what I- that’s not what I meant,” he reaches out and tries to grab your wrist, but you yank it backwards from him, huffing and puffing. 

“Just because you don’t want me doesn’t mean that no one does, Luke,” you say, and he has no idea how to respond to that. 

He’s processing what you’ve just said. Just because he doesn’t want you? Is that - why would you think that he doesn’t want you? Do you want him?

And before he can figure out what you mean by that, you open up the door to your living room and say, “I think it’s time for you to go, Luke.”

He doesn’t fight back or say anything, just grabs his stuff and walks out resignedly, looking back on his way out the front door and shaking his head at you. 

You don’t see how he can be so disappointed in you. He does the same thing. 

“What a fucking hypocrite,” you mumble under your breath, texting Hunter back and letting him know that you’re on your way. 

When you arrive, there are tears in your eyes and your cheeks are pink with anger. You feel so pathetic and hurt and can’t believe that Luke would actually say that to you. You want to let go of those feelings and let yourself be distracted, and Hunter has no problem with that. You always let him have his way with you and he always makes sure that you come. It’s the perfect arrangement. 

He’s not Luke by any means, but when his mouth is sucking on your neck like this, it’s easy to push Luke out of your mind. 

Hunter nips your skin with his teeth harshly as he pulls away, and a shiver runs down your spine. You let yourself hand over the control to him, and he gladly takes it - enjoys it even. He pushes you backwards against the wall and rips your shirt over your head, immediately attaching his lips to your collarbone and then your chest. 

He gets you undressed and slams you onto the bed, face down and on all fours as he gives a sharp smack to your ass with the palm of his hand. You bite your lip from the pain that is so intertwined with the pleasure.

“You want it rough tonight?” he asks, unzipping his pants and stepping out of them. 

“Yes,” you hum, closing your eyes and waiting for his next touch. 

“Where are your manners?” he asks, and your eyes flutter open as you look up at him and correct yourself. 

“Yes, please.”

He gives you a couple more smacks, red imprints in the shape of his hand beginning to form on your backside, and you fully let go, letting your thoughts and feelings be numbed away and giving into your most basic instincts. 

He warms you up well, fingers fast and merciless inside you until you feel on the edge and he pulls away from you. A condom is frantically grabbed from your purse and wrapped around his length before he shoves himself into you roughly, a gasp escaping from you at this feeling.

“You feel so good,” he grunts as he slams against you from behind. “Fuck, come here,” he reaches forward and grabs you by the front of your neck, pulling you up so your back is flush against his damp chest and squeezes tighter around your throat. You’re feeling light headed and dizzy, but you can’t get enough of it right now. 

It makes you feel numb, and numb is good. 

He throws you back down on the bed and commands you to roll onto your back, so you do and  he continues to fuck into you, hand wrapping back around your throat, and you know it’s going to leave a mark this time. 

You’re gasping for air and so close, right on the edge of an orgasm when he moves his other hand to rub circles against you and send you over that cliff. Your whole body tingles and bucks as you let it overtake you, breathing heavily as you come down.

“You okay?” Hunter asks, peeling the condom off and tying it up. You nod and try to control your breathing a little bit. “Fuck,” he swears when he looks at you. “Your neck.”

You pull your undergarments on and go look in his bathroom mirror, gasping when you see yourself. There are normally a few bruises on you when Hunter is finished with you, but this time you’re wearing a necklace of purple around your throat. 

“People are going to think you’re being abused,” Hunter says, amusement gleaming in his eyes, followed quickly by a twinge of guilt. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t worry about it,” you say, trying to reassure him, but you don’t know what you’re going to be able to do to hide this. You’re going to have to find a way to cover this, because there’s no way you’re letting anyone see you like this. Especially not Luke and the boys when they see you tomorrow night at the bar.

Fuck. 

There’s no way you can let Luke see you like this.

[hotforharrington]

Strangely Complicated (Pt. 2)

Setting: S1•E6 [The Monster]

Warnings: light swearing

Notes: Another fairly short part, but I am loving writing this so far! Hope you guys enjoy!

[Part 1]

—

“Do you need to call or leave a note for your parents or something?” Steve asked me before we left.

I just laughed and said, “No. My dad’s gone to Boston for work for like three weeks.”

“Well what about your mom?”

I had never exactly figured out how to explain to people about my mom without making it a big deal. I stayed silent while I thought about it and I think he took the hint.

“Oh shit, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to pry.”

“It’s fine. Let’s just go.” I said to him before grabbing my jacket.

Steve threw open the front door and we exited my house. We silently walked down the street for awhile, before getting into Steve’s car. I sat in the passenger seat and he started the car.

Just a second after the engine turned over, he let out a soft, “Shit.”

“What?” I asked.

“I’m supposed to hang out with Tommy and Carol tonight. Would it be okay if we picked them up?”

I strongly disliked Steve, but that was nothing compared to the simple, utter loathing I felt for Tommy and Carol. But at this point, I felt as though I’d rather spend my evening with people I despised than end up alone at my forlorn homestead.

“That’s fine.” I said.

The sun began to set when Tommy and Carol piled into the back of Steve’s car.

“Who do we have here?!” Tommy exclaimed at the sight of me, “Not who I expected to see in the passenger seat of your car, Harrington!”

“Shut the hell up Tommy, we’re only hanging out because we have a common goal.” Steve said to him.

I stayed silent, not wanting to push my luck with the assholes.

“I just don’t understand why we’re coming out here, she obviously doesn’t wanna talk to you.” Carol squeaked from the backseat.

“That’s... that’s not it.” Steve replied.

“Oh really? Because no girl would ever blow off King Steve!”

“She was acting weird. I mean, something was wrong. And then I ran into (Y/N) and she said Nancy seemed weird at the funeral, too...”

I guess he’s trying to leave out Jonathan’s involvement... I thought to myself.

“So what? Like, you’re worried about her?”

“What?”

“Aw, you are!” Carol reached for him from the back, “Aw, Steve has a heart!”

“Would you just stop?”

“Oh, Stevie’s in love!” Tommy chimed in.

“Would you just shut up?” I could tell he was beginning to get annoyed, but the dumbasses persisted.

“Who knew?”

“SHUT UP!” Steve yelled at them.

“Geez.”

“Damn. Sorry.”

The whole car was silent as Steve pulled up to the Wheeler’s residence.

“So this is it huh? Princess’s castle.” Tommy said.

“I’ll just be a minute.” Steve said as he got out of the car.

I wasn’t about to be stuck in the car with Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum, so I popped out and followed behind him.

“What are you doing?” He asked me.

“I need a break from those assholes. I don’t know how you deal with them on a daily basis.”

“Sometimes I don’t either.” Steve said with a chuckle before climbing up towards Nancy’s bedroom window.

I looked up at the boy on the roof and saw him peek into her window, and he immediately deflated.

“What’s going on?” I loudly whispered up to him.

“Well, he’s in there.” He responded to me.

I couldn’t believe the words he said to me, “No way.” I said in shock.

“See for yourself.” He extended his hand to me and I took it. He helped pull me up onto the roof, and I sloppily made it up next to him. Our hands were still connected, and we locked eyes for only a second, before awkwardly letting go.

I peered into the window and saw with my own eyes that what Steve had said was true. Jonathan was wrapping a blanket around Nancy’s shoulders. My mouth gaped open and I looked back at Steve. He looked extremely disheartened.

I felt extremely bad for him. I may have been upset due to the fact that my best friend was sneaking around with this girl, acting as though I didn’t exist, but at least I wasn’t dealing with betrayal from a romantic relationship.

Steve climbed down from Nancy’s window and then helped guide me down. He was very silent.

“I’m sorry, Harrington.” I said to him as we walked back for his car.

“It’s not your fault. And for the record, I’m sorry, too.”

“What are you sorry for?” I questioned.

“You can act like you’re fine all you want (Y/N), but I know this hurt you, too.”

I was shocked that he had been able to read me like a book. I was always good at hiding my true feelings from people, but he cracked my code within a few hours.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right, Harrington. Well, I think I’m gonna walk home now...”

“You sure you’re gonna be okay being alone?” He asked me.

“I’ll manage...”

“Let me take those two dipshits home and I’ll come back to check on you, okay?”

“You don’t have to do that.” I replied.

“I know I don’t. But I don’t really want to be alone right now either to be honest.”

I nodded at him before making my short walk home, in the crisp and cool night air.

It was only about an hour later when there was a knock on my door. I had a bowl of popcorn in hand and had just sat down to watch The Shining. As soon as I heard the knock, I popped up and went to answer the door.

When I saw Steve standing on the front porch of my house I couldn’t help but think, I am so pathetic that I have resulted to hanging out with King Steve. This has been the weirdest day ever. I laughed out loud from my inner thoughts.

“Surprised to see me?” He asked.

“Yeah, I kinda am.” I responded.

“I am a lot of different things, (Y/N), but a liar is not one of them.”

I smiled at him and invited him inside.

That night was interesting to say the least. I pulled out a nearly full bottle of vodka and we both took a couple shots to ease the tension we had gained throughout the day. We sat opposite of each other on my couch and had long, notable conversations. A lot of laughter was shared and a lot of popcorn was consumed. I honestly couldn’t believe that I was building a friendship with Steve Harrington, someone I considered an enemy of mine only mere hours ago.

We were throwing pieces of popcorn and trying to catch them in our mouths when I happened to glance at the clock and see what time it was.

“Geez, it’s already 2 in the morning.” I said to the boy across from me, “I should probably get some rest. You can sleep on the couch if you want.” I suggested to him.

He nodded in response and I got a pillow and some blankets for the boy. I turned around to go get ready for bed when Steve spoke up and said, “Ya know, you’re not so bad, (Y/N).”

“Back at ya, Harrington.” I smiled at the boy that was perched on my couch and told him goodnight.

After filling the vodka bottle with water so my father wouldn’t notice, I trekked to my bedroom and went to sleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.

The next morning, I was pulled out of my slumber by Steve shaking me awake. I groaned before saying, “What do you want, Harrington?”

“C’mon, I forgot to tell you we’re meeting up with Tommy, Carol, and Nicole. We have plans today, to get back at Nancy and Jonathan.”

I didn’t have a good feeling about this, and even more so when I saw that Tommy’s plans including the cans of red spray paint he brought with him. But I went along with it anyways, seeing that my only friend had ditched me for someone else.

The five of us stood in the alley by the movie theater and Tommy sprayed the words ‘Byers is a perv’ on the wall. This whole thing made me uneasy and I felt very out of my element. Steve could see that and in a soft whisper he said to me, “Just chill. It’s no big deal. And they deserve it for screwing us over, right?”

Reluctantly, I nodded my head.

I peeked over Steve’s shoulder and saw Nancy darting towards us.

“Aw, hey there princess!” Carol spoke up and said.

“Uh oh, she looks upset.”

Nancy reaches up her hand and smacked Steve straight across the face.

“Oh!” The others rang out.

“What is wrong with you?” The brunette said.

“What’s wrong with me? What’s wrong with you? I was worried about you. I can’t believe that I was worried about you.” A defeated Steve said.

“What are you talking about?”

“I wouldn’t lie if I were you. You don’t want to be known as the lying slut now, do you?” Carol said.

“Speak of the devil.” Tommy added when he saw Jonathan coming up close behind.

Jonathan scanned the scene and a major look of confusion and betrayal spread across his face when he saw me. I avoided eye contact with him.

“You came by last night.” Nancy realized.

“Ding! Ding! Ding!” Nicole yelped.

“Does she get a prize?” Carol asked sarcastically.

“Look, I don’t know what you think you saw, but it wasn’t like that.”

“What, you just let him into your room to... study?” Steve replied.

“Or for another pervy photo session?” Tommy added.

“We were just-“ Nancy began before Steve cut her off.

“You were just what? Finish that sentence.”

Nancy stood there in silence.

“Finish the sentence.” Steve said again with more audacity than before. When Nancy still couldn’t give him an answer he said, “Go to hell, Nancy.”

“Come on, Nancy, let’s just leave.” Jonathan said to her.

“You know what Byers? I’m actually kind of impressed. I always took you for a queer but I guess you’re just a screw up like your father.”

“Harrington, don’t.” I spoke up for the first time during the interaction with the two. I grabbed his arm to pull him back but he shook my hand off of him.

I may have been upset with Jonathan, but I wasn’t going to let Steve degrade him. However the words I said did absolutely nothing, and he continued on as if he didn’t hear me.

“Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. That house is full of screw ups. You know, I guess I shouldn’t really be surprised. A bunch of screw ups in your family.”

“Harrington, that’s enough!” I said louder. But Steve had his mind set, and no matter what I said, he continued.

“Jonathan, leave it.” Nancy said when she saw that Steve was getting to him.

“I mean your mom, I’m not even surprised what happened to your brother. I’m sorry I have to be the one to tell you, but the Byers, their family is a disgrace to the entire-“

Jonathan whipped around and socked him right in the face. The intensity of the fight steadily increased, each boy trying to get the upper hand, and all of us spectators yelled out things to try to get them to stop. None of it worked, and the cops showed up.

Nicole, Carol, and I began to sprint away from the alley, and as I looked over my shoulder, I could see Jonathan pummeling Steve’s face in.

I couldn’t help but be a bit proud of my friend in that moment. Steve crossed a line and deserved every injury Jonathan inflicted upon him.

—

[Part3]

[jimlingss]

I can't believe you ended chp 16 of Jp like that...i want to fight 😭

if you fight me, i’m guaranteed to be hospitalized ((look at these noodle arms)) and then who will post the next chapter on Monday? uh huuuh, that’s what I thought. Think twice before you wanna square up. (ง •̀_•́)ง

I am now answering spoiler-y messages below, so beware....

[SPOILER ALERT] 

*SPOILER ALERT**SPOILER ALERT**!SPOILER ALERT!*

Massive spoilers to come, please do not read if you have not yet read Jungle Park Chapter 16. Or go ahead and read if you’re chaotic like that.

Anonymous said: ok but what if oc and Hoseok were actually engaged....

I’m an idiot, anon - I accidentally deleted your ask before I copied it correctly lol oops, but ding ding ding! correct! you’re a winner!! i believe you sent me this message like 2 chapters ago and honestly you freaked me out by how accurate you were. dammit, I might’ve been too predictable, but you catch on quick. sorry i couldn’t answer sooner hahaha i couldn’t risk other people jumping on the same theory. you’re a genius tho, i’ll give you props for it.

Anonymous said: DATED!FOR 4 YEARS! ENGAGED! Omg wow shit really hit the fan like there is no coming back omg Wowoowoeoeoeooew I’m SHOOK like I never expected that like NEVER!!!

Anonymous said:I KNEW IT!!! i had a feeling it was either a really long relationship or they were engaged at one point. TURNS OUT IT WAS BOTH omg gahdhsjxbjsjs I'm so excited to see this all just unravel omgomgomgomg

kawaii-ing said: FhbsjshJuxYhUgrnziVJgdjsbdud JUNGLE PARK CHAPTER 16 JUST WRECKED ME YO 😱😱😱😱😱 HE KNOWS AND SHE DOESNT KNOW HE KNOWS IM SO CURIOUS FOR WHATS GONNA HAPPEN NOW Btw lovvvveeee your writing, thanks for all your hard work boo xxx💜💜

ASDFGHJKL I SAID SHIT WOULD HIT THE FAN AND I FOLLOWED THROUGH, RIGHT?? AREN’T YOU PROUD! THERE’S NO CLICKBAIT ON THIS BLOG HAHAHA 

Anonymous said: omgg 4 years? ENGAGED?? I’m ??? jut WHAT happened

:O :O

Anonymous said: BROOOOOOO! THEY WERE ENGAGED :o *insert Pikachu meme*

pikachu meme?? hahaha is that a sarcastic surprise? so you weren’t actually? lolololol :O

Anonymous said: Ahh I loved jungle park 16!! I'm so excited for the angst to come 👀 is hoseok's car accident related to oc at all?

hmm guess you’ll have to wait and see ((but also just putting it out there that if it was related that would be pretty makjang and lol im not about that life with this series))

Anonymous said: (1)oh holy hell Kina,,,my head’s hurting bcs of JP:16. ENGAGED what?? huh. now its one of my fav chapters, like 4-6 (ah those innocent cute baby steps in hoseok’s&oc’s relationship,,,not THIS). but freaking FINALLY someone spilled the beans. i love this kind of scenes, THE truth revelation. chang’s unaware of storm hes causing with his words, hoseok’s world’s simply crushing, oc doesnt know yet whats happening&dae is helplessly watching from sidelines trying to stop the catastrophe&failing

Anonymous said:(2)thats sad. i kinda can imagine what hoseoks feeling now, plagued w question that almost no one’s willing to answer, that drive him crazy.what happened? why did oc hide the truth? what did i do, how bad did we hurt each other? why can’t i remember any of it fuck. its a perfect opportunity for insecurities&ugly thoughts&inner demons to poison his mind. and oc...her house of cards collapsed revealing things she was trying hard to escape. will she feign ignorance again or will she finally face it

Anonymous said:(3)i just hope that in the end after this storm theyll reach their own peace, whatever the outcome will be. past stays in past, but only if every issue is resolved. otherwise it might return later&be worse than before. it was a great chapter. thank you — chem

THE BEANS HAVE BEEN SPILLED!!! honestly the universe is in chaos right now lol Hoseok’s like the fuck....and oc doesn’t even know lol but yeah it’s definitely a sad situation for almost all parties. there’s still more to be revealed tho, like the actual details of what the fuck went on haha anyways, i’m glad you’re enjoying it!

Anonymous said: AAHHHHH ITS FINALLY HERE!! Thank you 💞💞. Wow it was truly a lot and honestly, I feel kinda scared for Hoseok... it’s crazy that he really doesn’t remember anything and learning all this new information is like being in another word. If this story wasn’t one about love and fluff, it could’ve totally turned into a horror story lol. Thank you again and I’m very excited to see where the story goes!!

a horror? can’t say im very good at the genre but that’s definitely an interesting concept....the more i think about it....like for someone to go through something suppper traumatic and not remember at all and someone appears in their life but it turns out that someone was actually the serial killer? dammmmn that would be really interesting. i digress, thank you for enjoying it. definitely Hoseok is lost, scared, confused.

Anonymous said: SHIT’S 🗣 HITTING 🗣 THE 🗣 FAN 🗣 omg *insert “she’s meditating” “she’s dead” meme* and the fact that this is just the beginning??? how?? what?? i’m honestly so skek for the next chapter like i dont think hoseok’s gonna go apeshit on yn but you never know now do you ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ superb chapter for reals!!!! like, all of your writing is great but this chapter?? *chef’s kiss* didnt even know i was an angst fan until this chapter lol sending all my love to you!!! - chanting anon

hahhahahahhahaha there’s a lot more to unravel. now the puzzle has been exposed, we gotta start looking at the details. thank you for the message *throws chef’s kiss back* also welcome to the angst realm lol

Anonymous said: finals starts at the 20th and school ends in the 24th and we're still at chap 1 on our research. Due to stress, i thought, hey, might as well read the latest chapter bUT WHO KNEW IT WOULD BRING ME MORE STRESS. FOUR YEARS?! ENGAGED?! i feel like hoseok right now. You make such awesome stories and worlds. It affects me in so many good ways i cant even. i dont always give you my thoughts per chapter but i want you to know that i scream at every single one of them. have a nice day! - anon h.a.n.d.

oh my goodness!!! good luck on your exams!! hahah im sorry the chapter isn’t very much comfort food and kind of more wild but still happy you enjoyed it! 

Anonymous said: PT. 15 & 16?! WHAT. I COME BACK TO TWO CHAPTERS. HOLY COW. but really, like now that I know what I know, I’m so sad. I wonder what their relationship was like. That’s a lot of time to invest in someone and for it to fall apart like that... I couldn’t imagine what OC had to go through. I’m sad BUT THE DEVELOPMENT IS MAKING ME SO FREAKIN EXCITED. THANK YOU FOR GIVING US SOME ANSWERS ABOUT THE PAST. I CANT WAIT TO SEE HOW MUCH ELSE HE FINDS OUT.

I KNOW RIGHT?? LIKE FOUR YEARS IS A FUCKING LONG TIME. then again that was like 8 years ago. but yeah, it’s sad for both oc and Hoseok, y’know? I’M GLAD YOU’RE EXCITED!!!

Anonymous said: Great Jungle Park chapter! I'm pissed because SOMEONE SPOILED IT and i saw they were engaged before i could even click on the 'read more',,, but great chapter! I wish i could've read it without knowing, it kinda made me sad and it was not as great as it could have been.. @people spoiling, fuck off >:(( @you you're the best writer ily u nice keep going!! Can't wait to have Hoseok's full mind process over how crazy it is he doesn't remember 4 YEARS and an ENGAGEMENT (and only 2 dates huhu)

haha chill, anon. did you actually know that spoilers can make someone enjoy a story more? it’s actually a really interesting thing to google and find out more about. the chapter’s still the same whether you had an inkling of what was going on or not. you still enjoyed it too, right?  :D 

Anonymous said: CRAP OK, well, we knew it was something more than two days, but HONESTLY lol I love how you wrote y/n trying to keep it together. I could feel her fear as she lost control of the situation when Hoseok showed up. Do you think in her mind she even slightly expected him to show up? I'm assuming she's very internal w/ her thoughts/feelings seeing as she doesn't talk to anyone about what happened between her & Hobi all those years ago nor has she dealt w/ it, mostly just avoided it, would you say?

oh yeah oc was on the verge of a mental breakdown when he showed up rofl, damn near scared her. he was basically like a jumpscare LOL. but yeah for sure she didn’t expect him to come. i mean she basically told him and he was like ‘ok whatever’ and didn’t express interest and it’s not like he got an invite so she didn’t know he would actually go out of his way to show up. and yeah i agree, oc’s very internal with her feelings, or at least what happened all those years ago. it’s sensitive issues anyway that she’s left behind. or at least tried to.

tofugguk said: BROOO i LITERALLY— LITERALLY LOST IT. WHEN CHANGSUB DROPPED THEM BEING TOGETHER FOR LIKE FOUR YEARS THEN THE- “You guys even got engaged.” PART I SCREAMED. YOOOOO I CANTTT HANDLE THIS

Changsub isn’t the dumbass that we wanted. But the dumbass we needed.

((don’t you love how oc tried so hard to keep it a secret for like 16 chapters aka like near a year and some idiot comes trapezing in and in his first scene he just spills all the beans??? hahahha))

[strangerstuffandthingsimagines]

Even Though It Hurts Pt.1 (Steve Harrington x Reader)

Song Inspiration: “Hoodie” - Hey Violet

Request: how are you i’m good lol okay so can you make some about steve the kids and them fighting demodogs and stuff and can you make it more than one chapter but still long you don’t have to omg i am asking for to much sorry to bother you hope your day is great also if you do tag me -  @im-a-stranger-thing 

Part 2

Warning: Curse words

A/N: I hope you like it so far! I plan on making this a two part series (depending on the next part, we could get three). This first part might not be as good as this is my first time writing for Steve, but I want to make the second part more deep so please be patient! haha hope you like it!

P.S. I finished the show “Star” and Brittany O’Grady has been my latest obsession, she’s really great in broadway productions and acting in drama, so I had to make a gif of her and use it for this story.

GIF Info: I’ve recently discovered the beauty of GIPHY so I’ve been making my own so yeah lol

“I’m coming!” you called, jogging down the hall toward the kitchen, nearly tripping over a heap of hockey gear. You rolled your eyes and shoved the pile to the side with your foot, muttering under your breath about how messy 12 year old boys were.

You entered the kitchen were your aunt stood stirring a pot of something, probably a new experimental dish.

“Did you need something?” You asked as she had called to you only moments ago.

“Oh yes dear!” She said twirling around, her cheeks rosy from the warmth of the stove. “Dusty went out to look for mewsy but it’s getting dark and I’m a little worried.”

Ever since the youngest Byers boy had gone missing the year before all parents seemed a little on edge.

Your family was having some financial issues so to help take off some stress your aunt had offered to take you in. You weren’t new to Hawkins, in fact you visited every summer since you were three.

“You want me to go look for him?” You asked, already pulling on your coat that had been sitting over the kitchen chair.  “I think I know where he is.”

Whenever  Dustin dragged you along with him you’d go to this junkyard and help him look through the scraps. You’d look for cool things to make Star Wars replicas with and things like that.

“Can I borrow the car?” You asked your aunt, who was probably the sweetest woman on the face of the earth.

“Sure thing sweetie, the keys are by the front door.” She said as she continued to stir the...soup? The woman wasn’t the best cook but you’d never tell her that.

You squinted as you tried to navigate through the fog, the headlights barely making a difference.

The car struggled to get up the hill, the tires had hardly any grip on the dirt backroads. You recognized the old school bus, from what you could tell and pulled over.

You hugged yourself as the air was cool and the fog thick.

“Dustin?” You called out, your eyes squinting through the fog. “Dustin are you out here?”

A hand wrapped around your mouth, you trashed around in their grip.

“Stop it’s me.” A voice said, you were too scared to process whose it was.

You jerked backward as more hands grabbed and pulled you into the school bus. You fell to the floor of the bus from the force of who ever was tugging at you.

“Y/N what the hell are you doing here.” Dustin said crouching next to you.

You gave him a bewildered look, as if you were in the wrong. You looked around to see the three others who accompanied your younger cousin. You recognized Lucas, he’d gotten a little taller but looked otherwise the same. He gave you a little wave, you returned with a nod.

“What am I doing here?” You said a little angry now. “What am I doing? What are you doing Dustin? Your moms worried sick, it’s dark out. The least you could say is ‘thanks Y/N for making sure I wasn’t dead in a ditch.”

Dustin shoved a hand in your face, using his other to motion up and down.

“Keep your voice down, they are going to hear you.” Dustin warned, Lucas nodding in agreement.

You rolled your eyes and swatted his hand away.

“Listen if this is some dungeon and dragons shit I’m going to-“

“It’s not.” The same voice from earlier said, now realizing you never noticed who it was. Steve Harrington stood with a serious look on his face, a baseball bat with nails hammered through it resting on his shoulder.

“Steve?” You asked, now completely confused with a horrified expression plastered on your face.

The summer before he and Nancy Wheeler got together you had shared your first kiss with him. Not only that but you had become good friends that summer, and to find out from Dustin that Steve was now with Nancy hurt quite a bit.

“Okay that’s it,” You said throwing your hands up in defeat. “I’m going home, have fun playing your little games. Get a ride from Babe Ruth over here.”

“Babe?” Steve repeated with eyebrows raised.

“The baseball player dumbass!” You explained, trying to get around steve.

“Y/N, no! I’m being serious, you can’t go out there. If you leave I’ll never- Uh- never talk to you again.” Dustin threatened, frantically trying to block the door to the bus. “I’ll eat all your mint ice cream!”

You rolled your eyes giving him irritated sigh.

“Are you being serious right now?” You said, finally surrendering to his silly attempts to make you stay.

“They are being serious, I didn’t believe them at first but they are.” The red head girl piped up, dustin rolled his eyes.

“No one asked you, why are you even here” he snapped, completely out of character and out of line.

You smacked the back of his head, obviously not aggressively or too hard but just to snap him out of his attitude.

“Why are you being such a dick?” You scolded, becoming motherly.

“Ow, jeez Y/N!” Dustin said, adjusting the hat you had nearly taken off.

You sat at the back of the bus, one knee bent as the other leg extended off the seat. You fiddled with the fraying thread on the knee of your jeans, waiting for whatever the fuck was going on to be over. You weren’t sure why you decided to say, it wasn’t like you really believed the bullshit story they were feeding you. You convinced yourself it was just something to do, considering you read every single one of Dustin’s comics and there was no way you were actually going to do homework,

“Hey.” Steve said, taking a seat across from you. Your chest tightened, feeling nervous around him for whatever reason.

“Hi.” You said without looking up, now picking at the nail polish on your thumb.

Steve shifted uncomfortably, turning his bat around in his hands.

“So, how’ve you been?” He asked, glancing up from his hands to see if you were going to look at him.

“Shitty.” You said with a shrug. “I didn’t have much of a choice moving here, my grades are pretty crappy and I’m pretty sure you are all lying to me about whats really going on.”

Steve ran his tongue along his bottom lip before letting out a dry laugh.

“If you knew, you’d lose your shit.” He said a playful grin on his face.

You moved to the edge of your seat, your knees now nearly touching his.

“Would I?” You asked, returning the look. “I don’t know Harrington, living in New York makes you see some pretty bizarre things.”

As he was about to say something in return, he took a double take at your outfit. 

“Nice sweater.” He said, his grin now twisting into a smirk .

Your eyebrows furrowed as looked down at the sweater you wore underneath your denim jacket.

“Thanks?” You replied,  wondering what Steve was on about.

Steve turned toward you, elbows on his knees his chin resting on top of his hands in a prayer like position.

“You don’t remember do you?” He asked, the corners of his mouth still pulled upward.

You shook your head laughing still not understanding what was going on.

“That’s my sweater, remember? I gave it to you when you were cold, like two, summers ago.” He explained, a proud look on his face.

You reached behind your head and pulled at the nape of your hoodie, pulling it as far as you could to the side to get a better look at the tag.

“shit” you thought to yourself. You had kept his sweater, never really making an effort to give it back. You had worn it to bed a few times, because it was warm, not because you missed Steve or anything like that...that would be weird.

You saw the “S.H” written in a faded sharpie on the tag, now having no way to get around this mess.

“Oh shit, you’re right” You said scratching the back of your neck. “Do you want it back?”

His chin held high and clearly smug about the idea you still had and wore his hoodie. You looked away from him, tapping your knees as you tried to find somewhere else to give your attention to.

“How’s Nancy?” You asked, finally returning his gaze. “Dustin mentioned you guys are going steady.”

“Going steady?” Steve said giving you an amused look. “I didn’t know we were living it up in the 50’s”

You gave his shoulder a shove, now laughing with him.

“Says Elvis Presley himself” You quipped, playfully reaching up to mess up his hair, in which he caught your wrist still laughing himself.

“Not the hair!” He dramatically exclaimed, falling backwards on the seat. Pulling you down with him, you rolled off his chest and onto the floor with a thud.

“Would you two stop making out for five minutes and keep your voices down.” Dustin whisper yelled, giving Steve an annoyed look.

“Yeah Steve keep it down.” You mocked between laughs, placing a finger over your lips to jokingly scold Steve.

The two of you regained some composure and just sat in silence for awhile.

“Listen, I’m sorry I stopped writing to you. Things just sort of got busy here, a lot was going on.” Steve tried to explain, a mixture of guilt and regret on his face.

You looked up from under your eyelashes, your mouth in a hard line.

“You don’t have to explain yourself to me, Steve, it’s fine. It’s not like we were together.” You sadly admitted. You arms crossed tightly as you glared out the window, although there wasn’t much to look at.

Steve let out a whistle, tapping his foot as the atmosphere was getting more and more awkward.

“I guess karma got me,” he announced, this grabbing your attention. “Nancy dumped me...pretty sure for Jonathan Byers.”

Your eyebrows tilted upward sympathetically, the hurt evident on Steve’s face. From what you knew of Nancy, she seemed pretty nice, and you only knew the surface of the situation so you weren’t going to pass judgements on her too quickly.

“That’s...rough man.” You said, patting his knee in a poor attempt to show your sympathy. “If it’s meant to be, it’ll be...right?”

“Thanks?” Steve responded giving you a funny look.

Lucas climbed up onto the roof of the bus acting as the lookout, You and Steve joined Max and Dustin closer to the front. Steve flicked the lighter on and off, the clicking slowly driving you up the wall.

“So you really fought one of these things before?” Max asked as she watched Steve mess around with the lighter. “And you're, like, totally 100% sure it wasn’t a bear?

Before Steve could answer your younger cousin piped in, almost aggressively.

“Shit. Don’t be an idiot. Okay? It wasn’t a bear. Why are you even here if you don’t believe us? Just go home.” He snapped at Max who had done nothing to provoke this behaviour. This obviously pushed her away as she now joined Lucas on the roof.

 You sat across from Steve watching in horror at Dustin’s behaviour, your lips pursed and your eyelids fluttering quickly in disbelief.

“That’s good.” Steve complimented, clearly impressed. “Just show her you don’t care.”

“I don’t,” Dustin said shortly, Steve shooting back a wink.

You were pissed off, to say the least, not only by Dustin’s behaviour but Steve’s encouragement of it.

“Um excuse me?” You questioned, eyebrow raised at the boys. “But what the fuck was that? What the hell has gotten into you?”. Dustin rolled his eyes, slumping in the seat where Max had sat before.

“You wouldn’t get it.” He explained, his hands balled into small fists.

You stood up from your seat and walked over to him, hands placed firmly on your hips.

“Yeah? Why is that? Last time I checked I’m a girl, and I know for a fact that girls don’t like being treated like shit.” You snapped, clearly upset by how he was treating Max.

“I don’t know what Mr Casanova has been telling you, but from a girls perspective, you’re acting like a tool.”

Before either of them could respond to you, the eerie sound of some sort of wailing animal cut the conversation short.

Steve and Dustin scrambled to the window, peaking through the blinders, watching the fog for movement.  Your arms rested on their shoulders, now joining their gaze.

“What the hell is that?” You whispered, your stomach buzzing with nerves.

“What’s it doing,” Dustin said, his eyes not moving away from the fog.

Your fingers moved toward the window, clutching the grate that covered it. You analyzed the creature that moved around in the distance.

“It looks like a big lizard, like a Komodo dragon. You know those things with the poisonous spit? From Indonesia, I think.” You rambled on, trying to wrap your head around what was happening.

“He’s not taking the bait, why isn’t he taking the bait?” Steve asked.

“Maybe he’s not hungry,” Dustin replied, both breathing rather heavily.

“Maybe it’s sick of cow.” Steve said backing up, eyes fixed on the creature.

Steve grabbed his bat, Dustin following after him with concern. You came to your senses and realized what Steve was doing.

“Steve, you can’t go out there.” You said, now closely behind him.

“Be ready.” He said dismissing your concerns, tossing Dustin the lighter.

Steve hesitantly stepped out, making his way carefully toward the pile of raw beef that laid a few feet away from the bus.

As he taunted the creature you could hear Lucas muttering about something on the roof, you climbed the later to see what was going on.

“Holy shit there’s more of them.” He said frantically. “Steve, Steve there’s more!”

You quickly climbed down the latter, jumping from the third step. You got on the floor and crawled, looking for a weapon to help Steve.

“What are you doing?” Dustin asked, peeling his eyes away from the scene unfolding before them.

“Buses.” You said with a gasp. “Buses they-they have emergency axes in case the bus flips on its side.”

Your hands reached around under the spot where the bus driver seat was, although it was lopsided and a falling apart. Your hands now coated in dust and grime as you wildly rummaged around.

“Got it.” You said getting up as you pulled the axe out and up with you.

Without hesitation you ran off the bus, quietly closing the door behind you, careful not to alert any of the creatures that had begun to lurk around Steve.

You got into a low crouched position, keeping the chances of detection low. Crawling on top of the nearest cars hood, you slowly inching yourself further onto the windshield. You cringed every time the glass cracked under your weight, already weak from the cracks created over time.

You caught a glimpse of one of the lizard demo-thingy’s, its tail waving around as it focused on its prey.

It was getting the upper hand on Steve, but you had the upper hand on it. You got to your feet, careful not to lose balance. You let out a slow breath, trying to calm down before swinging the axe and slicing into the demodog.

This now taking the attention off of Steve and onto you.

“Shit.” You said as the dogs began closing in on you, gooey blood dripping down the handle of your axe. “Shit. Shit. Shit.” 

Steve regained his composure and began swinging at the demodogs that had begun toward you, allowing a window of time for you to sprint to his side and help mow down the creatures.

[feelsgood-anon]

Eros - Bar AU Chapter 12

DISCLAIMER: THIS PIECE IS A MYSTIC MESSENGER AU.  IT IS HEAVILY INSPIRED BY THE AMERICAN SITCOM CHEERS, A SHOW CENTERED AROUND A BOSTON BAR CALLED CHEERS AND IT’S REGULARS.  EVEN THOUGH I HAVE TRIED TO KEEP AS MUCH OF CANON PERSONALITIES WITH ALL THE MYSTIC MESSENGER CHARACTERS JUST REMEMBER THAT IT IS AN AU AND A FEW THINGS MAY BE DIFFERENT THAN IN GAME OR YOUR HEADCANONS. THIS HAS BEEN FUN TO PLAN AND I HOPE YOU FIND A BIT OF JOY READING IT!  

PG13+ FOR SWEARIN’ AND BOOZIN’.

CH.1 PT.1 | CH. 1 PT. 2 | CH. 2 | CH. 3 | CH. 4 | CH. 5 |  CH. 6|CH. 7 | CH. 8 | CH. 9 | Ch. 10 | Ch. 11 | Ch. 12 | Epilogue

I'm coming up only to hold you under I’m coming up only to show you wrong And to know you is hard; we wonder To know you; all wrong we were.

The Funeral - Band Of Horses

A week had passed since Scarlet had walked out of the doors of Eros. The air was thick with tension any time that Zen actually made it into the bar. Eyes bloodshot from lack of sleep and reeking of booze, he was impossible to talk to as every word was met with either a fight or complete silence.

Even Sunny, whom never missed a moment to throw her two cents around, kept a low profile whenever he staggered around the establishment. Thankfully if he did end up coming he normally locked himself in the office until everyone left for the night.

Saturday came along and Red was running around behind the bar working himself ragged to keep up on his own. Zen had been there - yes. But he wasn’t any help as he could barely keep himself up in his drunken state.

“Cannon, I got table four and table ten up!” He called out as he saw his brother walk by. Cannon put all the drinks on one tray and watched as his twin scurried around, “Hey, you sure you’re going to make it? It’s only nine. You’ve got five more hours of this.”

“I’ve got no choice, can’t let the service suffer.” He placed a few drinks on a tray and called Sunny over. “Don’t worry Cannon, I’ve got this.”

Sunny grabbed a bowl of pretzels and looked at Red with concern, “You’re doing a great, Red! This place would fall apart without you!”

Red chuckled and took a moment to grab his glasses from his face to wipe along the edges of his apron, “Nah. I’m just doing my job. If I have to pick up the slack for a few days then I’ll gladly do it.”

She smiled and blew him a kiss before walking off, “I still say you’re doing wonderfully!”

Duckie, who had made his way into the bar earlier in the day, gave him a thumbs up, “I admire you, Red. You work so hard and don’t let things get to you!”

“I’ve had enough in my life try to get me down to let things get to me. All I know is that I’ll appreciate my bed a lot more tonight.”

Clicks and Joe emerged from the back as they had played a few rounds of pool. He shook his head as he sat as his seat, “Damn, Joe. One day I’ll beat you. How’d you get so good?”

“I had a lot of practice in college. It’s simple geometry, really! Red, a beer for me and Clicks when you get the chance? On me, of course. Let me treat the loser.”

“How gracious of you, my lady. I’ll certainly take the drink!”

Red laughed a bit as he passed the drinks to them, “I have never seen anyone beat Joe at pool before, why do you keep trying?”

“One person has beaten me, actually. And he only did it once.” Joe said in a bit of a spiteful tone. “I couldn’t believe it happened either.”

“What? Who beat you?” Duckie chimed in, turning to look towards her, “They must be really good!”

With a deadpan expression she answered, “Sugar.”

“What?!”

They all turned to question except Clicks who laughed, “Of course he would. He’s got some hidden talents and is pretty smart. If it’s simple geometry the man could probably win money doing it.”

“Imagine how furious Zen was, yeah? Because he beat him too.” Joe laughed a bit, remembering the night a few months back, “Sugar wouldn’t let him live it down for two weeks.”

Clicks turned to Red to address him, “Hey, how’s Zen been anyway? Is he even here?”

Red nodded towards the office, “Yup, been locked in there since we opened.”

As if he heard them talking about him, Zen came out of the office. Stumbling a bit he slowly made his way to the bar. They all fell silent when he clung to the edge of the counter, body swaying a bit, to pull himself forward to dig for a liquor bottle. Duckie perked as he noticed him, waving wildly, “Hey Zen!”

Zen stopped a moment, blinks of his eyes exaggerated as he straightened a bit to look at whoever spoke. He smiled a toothy grin and leaned his body in the boy’s direction, “Heeeeeey Duckie! How are yah this evenin’?” He slurred out, “You’re a cute kid, yah know. Goooood kid. Say, wanna have a drink with me?”

Duckie smiled back a bit nervously, “Well I guess! But you know, maybe you could help Red a bit. He’s super busy and I feel bad for him.”

“Busy?” He looked over at Red who was making a batch of drinks quickly, “Oh, yeah! The bar is open. I can help!” He grabbed a glass and with a wobble of his hand placed it on the counter. He haphazardly threw ice into it and opened the bottle of vodka that he had grabbed for himself, pouring alcohol that halfway made it into the cup and onto the counter. “Oops…”

He placed the bottle down and went to grab a towel. As he started wiping he knocked the glass back towards him causing it to fall and shatter all over the ground. “Dammit…”

Red turned at the sound, grabbing a trashcan and rushing to put it in front of Zen. He had seen the look in his boss’s face and knew that he would…

Yep, throw up.

“Hey Zen, you alright?”

Zen wretched a few times, emptying his stomach of pure liquid. He waved Red away as he staggered back, “I’m fine. I’ll be in my office.” He grabbed the vodka bottle once more and made his way back in zig-zag steps.

None of them save Clicks had ever seen him that bad and the uncomfortable silence fell steadily. Red moved the trash can out from behind and looked to Clicks, “Can i ask you for a favor?”

“Yeah, I’ll dump it.”

“Thanks man, I appreciate it.”

Clicks headed for the bathroom and poured the contents of the trash into the toilet to flush, throwing the bag away as well. Pulling at his phone he sent a text to Sugar:

[He’s really bad. You need to come talk to him.]

[When I’m done here I’ll stop by, make sure he doesn’t leave.]

He let out a sigh and left to go to the office, knocking lightly, “Hey Zen?” As he got no reply he opened the door, eyes falling on Zen who had fallen asleep sitting at his desk. Closing the door behind him Clicks went and sat on the desk.

A few minutes went by as Clicks watched the other man asleep. This wasn’t new to him, seeing his friend in this state. Part of him wanted to let Zen sleep and get some peace of mind but another part wanted to just smack some sense into him. “You’re doing this to yourself again. Why, Zen? What can we do to help you?”

Zen let out a light snore as he woke up slightly, groggy eyes landing on Clicks, “Huh? Did you need somethin’?”

Clicks sighed a bit, “Not really, I’m just worried about you.”

“Nah, don’t worry about me! I’m good!” He lurched forward and pat Click’s thigh, “You’re cute, though. Always worrying about me. I forgive you for bringing her that night. I don’t need her anyway.”

“You’re right. You don’t need her but you want her. Learn to tell the difference.”

Zen reached his hand for the vodka bottle attempting to bring it to his lips but was stopped by Clicks, “Zen, please stop. I’m begging you.”

“Leave me alone.”

Clicks closed his eyes and nodded slowly, “Fine. I’ll be out there if you want to talk.” He walked out of the office and left Zen to his devices, plopping down at his seat to stare at his glass filled half-filled with beer, “He won’t even listen to me, Red. He wasn’t even like this the first time.”

Red wandered over to use the sink near Clicks, washing a few cups as the rush had mostly died down, “Where’s Sugar? He’s our last hope to talk any sense into him.”

“He’s been very busy trying to close a business deal but he told me he was coming as soon as he could.”

Duckie cleared his throat to get their attention, “Hey, maybe we should stage an intervention? We could stay until the bar closes and once everyone leaves we could all talk to him. If he sees that he has a group of people that care it could help!”

“That’s a wonderful idea, Duckie!” Sunny beamed as she overheard him on her trip back, “It’s important that he knows he does have a firm support system and we can convince him to stop!”

“Yeah, I’ve seen it on TV! Some therapist gets all of the addict’s family together and they write letters to them that are sad and heartfelt and the addict gets convinced to go to rehab! Except we don’t have a therapist.” The blonde pouted a bit, “Darn…”

“Those shows are always fake, dumbass.” Cannon piped in as he had set himself to help his brother wash glasses, “They stage this elaborate thing to make the viewers feel sad and emotional. It’s stupid.”

Sunny shrugged, “Those are a bit over the top but interventions are a thing. I volunteer to be the mediator!”

“No.” Everyone echoed. Cannon pinched her side, “You always make things worse with your big words and technical terms. He’s not that smart sober, you think he’s going to understand you while drunk?”

She turned to him sharply and wagged a finger at him, “Hey! At least I try to help him! You guys just sit around moping! Even if it’s not a real intervention I still think it’s a good idea if we stick around and try to talk to him!”

“I still think it’s a good idea~” Cannon mocked her, “Whatever. Not like I can leave without Red.”

She clapped her hands together and squealed, “Great! Now, everyone think of nice meaningful things to say to him and we will all gather once the last customer has left. We will get him to stop drinking, who’s with me!”

“I am!” Duckie shouted excitedly as the rest groaned at her enthusiasm.

“Sunny, darling, I understand you only mean to help him but let Sugar and I take care of this one, okay? This is a very sensitive area and we have dealt with it before,” Clicks attempted to sway her, “I do appreciate everyone’s concern, it warms my heart that he has such great friends.”

Her shoulders slumped as he spoke, “I know it’s serious, but I’m just as worried as anyone!”

“Then let them handle it and come help me clean a few tables. We get a breather before the midnight drunks are out at full force.” Cannon pulled her by the arm.

“Okay okay! I’m going!”

Red finished tidying up, the first time in the night where he had the chance, and leaned on the counter by Clicks, “I bet this isn’t what Sugar had in mind when he invited Scarlet to sing here, huh?”

“He knew this could be an outcome so I’m sure he had a back up plan. Although I don’t think he figured Zen would pull this stunt again.”

Red wiped his forehead with a towel before taking a drink of water, “Let’s hope he can seal the deal with Zen, then, or we are going to have a major issue on our hands.”

*********

The night went on with no sign of Sugar but the crew got through the night without any hiccups in the service.

Red finally sat down as the last of the patrons were sent off in taxi cabs, stretching his legs out, “Shit, that was rough.”

Cannon came by and smacked him on the back, “We’ll clean things up, you just relax. You earned it.”

“Thanks, bro.” He waved a few tired fingers as he let his body sink into the seat, “Man...Sugar hasn’t shown up yet.”

“He said he was showing up, I trust him.” Clicks sat next to him and handed him a glass of water and a sandwich, “I ran to the corner store and got you some food. I don’t think I saw you eat tonight.”

Red grabbed the sandwich and began to devour it, “Thank you so much! I was starving!”

Sunny walked up and leaned against Red, “Hey, you think we should call him out here to talk to him?”

Clicks pursed his lips, “I don’t know how he’d react if he were summoned to a group of people wanting to hound him about drinking.”

The office door swung open and Zen leaned against the door frame, drinking straight from a bottle. He quirked a brow as he saw everyone still there, “Aye, closing time. You all go home.”

Duckie stood up and cleared his throat, procuring a napkin that seemed to have scribbles on it, “Dear Zen. I want you to know that I care about you as a person. You’ve always been so nice to me and gave me the best advice about girls and life! I hate seeing the road you are taking and I hope that you consider getting help. We want our old Zen back! The cheery, healthy Zen! Please consider it for your own sake.”

Zen squinted at Duckie, taking another swig, “What are you going on about?”

Clicks winced and walked over to pat the blonde on the back, “That was nice, Duckie. Ah, Zen.” He motioned to the rest of the group in the bar, “They stayed because they want you to know that they are concerned with your behaviors and they are here to support you whatever way they can. They all care about you as much as I do.”

Zen snickered, “You can support me by closing out your tabs and going home. You aren’t sticking around to give me some heart to heart, are you?” He lifted off and took a few labored steps forward, “Off with you all. I have work to do.”

Sunny stood up straight and marched right up to him with arms crossed, “Stop acting like some tough guy! You are sick and you won’t accept it! We just want to see you happy and not drinking!”

He rolled his eyes and pushed her aside, “Like I said, I don’t need lectures. I’m an adult and I can handle myself just fine!”

Cannon came up and put himself between the two, “Touch her and I will handle you like an adult.”

Zen stopped and looked at Cannon, “Oh? Is that so? Well how about this, wise guy? You are all fired. Get the fuck out of my bar.”

Clicks held his breath and started to approach them, “Zen, calm down. Lets just talk about this.”

“I’M DONE TALKING!” He threw the liquor bottle to the side, glass shattering a few feet away from them, “Is it really that hard to get it through all of your heads that I want to be left alone?”

He grabbed the nearest chair and tossed it against the wall, now in a flurry of rage, “Everyone knows what’s best for Zen, eh? He can’t handle his problems correctly? Well fuck you all, I’ll handle it in whatever way I please!” His hands gripped the edge of a table and flipped it over, breaking the side as it made hard contact with the floor.

Cannon shielded Sunny and pushed her back to the others, “Dude, what the hell? You planning on trashing this place?”

“I will do whatever I damn well please!” He began tearing picture frames off the wall to chuck them around, “What are you going to do about it?”

Jingle~!

Sugar walked in and looked at the mess. He sighed and took off his suit jacket, placing it on the nearest chair, “Could everyone please leave?”

Clicks sighed a bit in relief as he saw the man, pulling at Cannon and Sunny, “Come on, you heard Sugar.”

Zen growled as he saw Sugar, “Oh, so you listen to him but not me? So much for being friends!”

Everyone trickled out until it was only the two. Sugar began to roll his sleeves up nonchalantly, “You’ve made quite the commotion while I was off on a business trip.”

“Don’t think I won’t fight you right here, Sugar. You need to leave this place too, I’m not in the mood.”

“And neither am I.” He loosened his tie a bit and walked behind the bar to serve himself a glass of wine, “sixteen hours on a plane and I come back to this. You could at least try to make my life a bit easier.”

Zen started to laugh, “I’m so sorry, Mr. Corporate Heir! I apologize for making your life so hard! God, how will you sleep tonight?”

“I’ll sleep comfortably, don’t you worry about that. The real question is, will you?”

The white-haired male clumsily walked over towards Sugar, grabbing his shirt collar, “That’s none of your fucking business. This is your fault, you know.”

“My fault?” Sugar looked towards Zen, not phased that his shirt was being pulled at, “I brought you Scarlet on a silver platter and you managed to, once again, screw things up.”

Zen gripped harder, “Oh, is that so? She’s not worth my time, that bi-”

Sugar quickly grabbed at Zen’s neck, squeezing slightly to stop him from speaking, “You speak one ill word about her and I will end this immediately.”

They pushed off each other and Sugar took a sip of his glass, “I once thought you two were perfect for each other but now I see that she deserves much better.”

Zen laughed again as he leaned against the counter, “Is that so? Then maybe you should date her. I bet you like it when she calls you Sugar. Or is it...she calls you Daddy in bed instead?”

Sugar’s jaw clenched as he became more angry, “Drop the stupid nicknames already. It was never cute, I actually hate the idea. How long will you continue to hide behind them?”

“You think it’s stupid, do you?” He stepped away from the bar to stand amongst the tables, “You know what, Sugar? People come to this bar to forget about their problems. They go through their day at jobs they hate and lives they are unsatisfied with! When they are here they can be whoever they want! For just a few hours they can break the monotony! Forget all the mistakes they made! Me, for example! Zen the actor!” He threw another chair to knock into a few tables, “Zen the ladies man!” He flung a table towards the bar to break into the barstools, “Zen the bartender!” He picked up a tray of dirty glasses and crashed them into the floor, “Zen the...Zen the…”

“Zen the alcoholic?” Sugar called out in a melancholic tone that the other had not heard in years. He finally turned to look towards Zen with the pain of betrayal in his eyes, “You promised me you wouldn’t let it destroy you again. You looked me straight in the eye with this determination to turn things around and told me it wouldn’t happen again. I can’t let this slide. I admit that I may have been hasty to believe you back then but I won’t make the same mistake.”

“Guess you come here to forget mistakes you made too, except you have to stare yours in the face.” Zen fell to his knees suddenly as he began to sob, “What’s happened to me? Where and when did I lose myself so badly? I broke your promise...I broke the promise I made to Scarlet. I let two of the people that believed in me down. Damn, and Clicks! I saw the disappointment in his eyes tonight.”

“Zen…”

“Jumin,” He choked out Sugar’s real name, “I need help.”

Sugar sighed to himself in relief at Zen’s admittance. Even though he had anticipated every outcome for this evening, including the potential of a physical altercation, the man was glad that this breakdown was the result. It didn’t make the painful tinge in his chest caused by his friend’s suffering any less but he could at least control the entire situation now. 

He set the glass of wine down and walked over to Zen, kneeling down to put a hand on his back, “Then let’s get you help, Hyun. You deserve happiness just like everyone else. But there was nothing I could do until you realized yourself how bad it is.”

Zen reached out to grab Sugar’s arm with desperation when, in response, by his name, “I don’t want this life anymore.”

“Of course you don’t, I don’t know anyone that would.” The raven-haired man pulled him up to sit him properly in a chair, “I have contacted an excellent treatment facility that is more than happy to receive you, and a sober living facility that is also willing to bring you in after. That is, if you are willing to accept. I cannot force you to do anything.”

Zen nodded as he continued to look at the floor, “I’ll do whatever it takes. I won’t make any promises but just know that I’ll do my best.”

“That’s better than an empty promise.” Sugar frowned and flicked him on the side of the head, “Stop staring at the floor, you look defeated.”

“That’s because I feel defeated.” Zen slowly turned his head up to look at Sugar with uncertainty and fear in his gaze.

“Feel proud, Zen. This is a good choice.”

“Do I have to go now?”

Sugar raised a brow, “Up to you, but the sooner the better.”

“And the bar?”

“I’ll keep an eye on it. It will be here for you when you get back.”

Nodding Zen stood up, still a bit wobbly from his drunken stupor. Sugar clicked his tongue and slid under the other’s arm to help him walk, “If I have to carry you out of this place again, I’m throwing you in the street and giving the bar to Red.”

Zen chuckled a bit, “That’s fair. Sugar...thank you.”

“Anytime, friend.”

**********

Two weeks passed and even after being closed for a few days to clean the place up Eros was back up and running at full force.

“Two dry martinis and a beer.” Cannon called out as he stopped by the bar top, staring at the bartender, “The martini glasses are above the register, cowboy.”

Clicks bowed his head in appreciation, “Thank you, Cannon! I have a newfound respect for what Zen and Red accomplish back here. There is so much to remember!”

“You get used to it, Clicks! But honestly, you aren’t too bad. Thanks for stepping in and helping out.” Red reached to grab the glasses for him, “I wouldn’t trust anyone else from the outside, especially with Zen being gone.”

“When’s the boss coming back, anyway?” Cannon yawned as he waited, “It’s been a while. Kinda miss the guy even though I want to punch him in the face every day.”

Clicks finished the order and placed them on Cannon’s tray, “He won’t be back any time soon, I’m afraid. He not only needs time to detox but to fully heal from his emotional issues.”

Jingle~!

“Sugar!”

“Good evening everyone.”

Sugar made his way to his usual spot and sat down, Red serving him his normal glass of wine, “Thank you, Red. I just came back from seeing Zen at the hospital. He seems in good physical health and will be transferring to the sober living house tomorrow.”

Red raised his glass of water in a toast, “Good to hear! How long is he going to be there?”

“They suggest three weeks to a month but he can check himself out at any point. Let’s just hope he stays long enough to get himself together. He’ll be seeing a therapist twice a week and doing group therapies at the home.”

Clicks quickly made his way over to his friend, most excited to hear any news, “Did he talk to you? How did he seem? Was he being responsive?”

“We spoke briefly. He asked how everything was going over here and if anyone missed him. I gave him everyone’s regards. As far as how he is handling things I’m not so sure. He didn’t speak much on anything in depth, he asked me to give him some time.”

“I do hope this will be good for him. He really needs it.”

Sugar nodded as he sipped at his drink, “It’s not going to be easy but I think things are going in the right direction. I believe in him, after all.”

Clicks smiled and leaned against the counter, “Yeah, me too.”

“I do too!” Sunny popped up behind Sugar, overhearing their conversation, “Hey, can we go visit him? We all made cards and stuff to encourage him and wish him well!”

“That may be a bit difficult, he doesn’t really want to see anyone else until he feels he is ready.” Sugar shrugged, “I think that’s a good choice on his part. But I can deliver anything the next time I see him.”

She frowned but accepted the offer, “I understand and if you could give him the stuff that would be great! Even if he doesn’t want to see us he should still know that we are rooting for him!”

Sugar snapped his fingers, “Ah, that reminds me. He wrote a note to you all.” Reaching into his coat pocket he pulled out a piece of paper to read out loud:  “Dear Eros, I hope you guys are doing well. I want to apologize for all the inconveniences that I have caused you and the shame that I have brought to you as a manager. I understand if you look down on me for all the things that I’ve done because I deserve it all. I only wish that I can come back as a better manager, a better man, and a better friend. If you don’t wait for me I won’t be offended, I’m sure Sugar will take care of you if you wish to leave. Good luck to you all and if you do decide to stay please look after the place for me. I’ll be thinking of you all while I continue to my journey to recovery. Best wishes, Zen.”

Sunny pursed her lips to hold back tears, “Oh Zen…”

Cannon grabbed the letter and tore it up, “You tell that fucker to quit his shit and get back soon. We don’t need apologies, we just need our manager back.”

Sugar raised a brow and nodded, “I’ll relay the message.”

Red smirked at his twin, “So you kinda miss him or you miss him a lot?”

“Hey! I just want to have a normal work environment back! No offense, Clicks...it’s just that Zen is good at what he does.”

Clicks laughed softly, “No offense taken. We all miss him.”

Red raised his glass again, “I would say we should take a shot in his honor but I want to believe those days are long gone. So whatever you choose to drink, bring it up to a toast!”

They all raised whatever drink they had, Red nodding firmly, “Right! To Zen and getting his ass back to work!”

“Cheers!”

The glasses clinked and everyone took a drink.

As soon as the others scattered Clicks looked over to Sugar, “Hmm.”

“Hmm indeed. I think he’ll be in the best company he could be in when he gets back.”

“Agreed.”

                                                                                                                               To be continued...

taggerino: @illneverrecover @zenscrotch @suzunesays @serensama @sinfulinsecret

Also to note: This will be the last chapter for a few weeks! I have an Epilogue queued up and a post explaining how this fic will be running. There will be more, promise!

[crvcio]

85 Questions Tag Game

I was tagged by @tedslupin thanks so much! xx 

rules: answer these 85 questions and tag 20 people

tagging: @malfoymaxima @draccomallfoy @malfoyxsx @parselmouthingoff @engorgio @dearlovegood @susanbone @jilyss @unsqeakable @ginniewheezie @gothicmalfoy @horaceslughorn @azkabqn​ @burkesandborgin​ @ptterharrys​ @gryffindvor​ @gryffindorkx​ @1959black​ @bottomkirk (if you’ve already done this, don’t want to, or don’t do tag games, feel free to come to my house and punch me in the face honestly ill be totally fine with it)

THE LAST

1. drink: water 2. phone call: my mom 3. text message: my mom 4. song you listened to: cruel world by active child  5. time you cried: yesterday, really difficult homework assignment had me freaking out. apparently i wasnt the only person in my class to cry over it lol!

HAVE YOU EVER 6. dated someone twice: only if fwb counts? 7. kissed someone and regretted it: yep 8. been cheated on: not as far as i know 9. lost someone special: to death? not really, but in other ways yes 10. been depressed: yep im in a good place but it happens sometimes 11. gotten drunk and thrown up: nah fam im sober

3 FAVOURITE COLOURS 12. black 13. blue 14. purple

IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU 15. made new friends: yep! lots of the lovely people on here included :) 16. fallen out of love: wasnt in it to begin with! 17. laughed until you cried: yeah not too long ago because of a dumbass inflatable alien haha 18. found out someone was talking about you: yeah, sort of, had some nasty coworkers 19. met someone who changed you: aforementioned nasty coworkers changed how much i trust people, but nothing super significant 20. found out who your friends are: in little ways, but for the most part i was already pretty confident where people fell in my life. 21. kissed someone on your facebook list: haven’t kissed in the last year at all!

GENERAL 22. how many of your facebook friends do you know in real life: the vast majority 23. do you have any pets: cat named moose, dog named crusher 24. do you want to change your name: i already have once legally (my last name), and i use different first names in various places for trans reasons but i dont think ill legally change my first name 25. what did you do for your last birthday: took a trip to DC, got horribly sick, threw up everywhere. good times haha! honestly it was still really nice. 26. what time did you wake up: 8am, i usually get up a bit later but i had a dentist appointment 27. what were you doing at midnight last night: reading fanfiction... whoops 28. name something you can’t wait for: my phone interview to work for disney tomorrow! 29. when was the last time you saw your mom: literally like a minute ago, she’s on my couch rn 31. what are you listening to right now: world princess pt II by grimes 32. have you ever talked to a person named tom: probably but i cant think of anyone i know named tom 33. something that is getting on your nerves: homework  34. most visited website: tumblr, tied with my email probably 35. hair colour: brown 36. long or short hair: really long, i dont cut it. 37. do you have a crush on someone: only celebrity crushes ha 38. what do you like about yourself: my adaptability 39. want any piercings: i might get a fourth on my left ear, but otherwise im happy with the ones i have 40. blood type: o-, universal donor 41. nickname: in a way, j.d. is a nickname 42. relationship status: single af lol 43. zodiac: saggitarius 44. pronouns: he/she/they 45. favourite tv show: person of interest 46. tattoos: nope 47. right or left handed: right 48. surgery: had dental surgery done twice. it’s not so bad. 49. piercing: 1 on right ear, 3 on left ear (all on the lobe) 50. sport: basketball, but i rarely play. im not very sporty 51. vacation: been dying to go to peru someday! 52. pair of trainers: one? 

MORE GENERAL 53. eating: nothing but im hoping i can bug my mom to make cinnamon rolls for us 54. drinking: water 55. i’m about to: finish my paper due thursday... but really im gonna write fanfic cause im trash 56. waiting for: my mom to wake up so i can bug her about the cinnamon rolls ha 57. want: cinnamon rolls. also world peace. 58. get married: ha, it’s gonna be a while before that. but i hope to someday. 59. career: educational psychologist, what im getting my degree in. or musician, if it works out lol.

WHICH IS BETTER 60. hugs or kisses: kisses 61. lips or eyes: eyes? 62. shorter or taller: shorter i guess? im open minded 63. older or younger: considering im 18, im not going to go much younger 64. nice arms or nice stomach: idk stomach? 65. hook up or relationship: relationship  66. troublemaker or hesitant: i guess troublemaker. but there are limits

HAVE YOU EVER II 67. kissed a stranger: no 68. drank hard liquor: yes 69. lost glasses/contact lenses: yes, temporarily 70. turned someone down: yes 71. sex on the first date: technically no 72. broken someone’s heart: yep 73. had your heart broken: yep 74. been arrested: no 75. cried when someone died: yes 76. fallen for a friend: yes

DO YOU BELIEVE IN 77. yourself: yes 78. miracles: small ones, but not like crazy stuff 79. love at first sight: infatuation, sure, but not real love 80. santa claus: no?  81. kiss on the first date: sure idgaf 82. angels: angels are real have you seen tom felton

OTHER 83. current best friend’s name: dont really have a best friend but my closest friend is ezra :) 84. eye colour: green 85. favorite movie: all that jazz

[dachi-chan25]

Game of Thornes- Season 7 episode 2 Recap (Pt.2)

Warnings: Spooooooilers; not a D@nee fan my dude, no hate either just critizism; Jonsa shipper so most of the fandom thinks I’m delusional.

————-

6.- Dat raven from Oldwarts reaches WF (OK but like where is Edd’s raven about Bran???) and Jonny boy is in Brooding mode, he calls for the Lords to tell them the situation, they are not happy at all about being all buddy-buddy with a Targ (and rightfully so) but Jon has a good reasons for going himself (even if I don’t like it):

- He is KitN and unlike other rulers J0n has already proven (remember when he wanted to have a 1 on 1 fight with Ramsey so no one else would die??) he takes responsability over his people and if it’s a trap he’ll rather sacrifize himself than an innocent.

- He is the only one who saw and fought a WW and the only one who can explain how much of a threat they are.

-The raven asked specifically for his presence, and to be allies (they both seek that) there should be some amount of trust, he NEEDS their help after all.

Of course it’s not so simple, because D@nyy has Melissandre with her (you know the same J0n exiled) and she wants him to surrender the North to her (which wasn’t mentioned in the raven and OH!! That if we believe the leaks she is gonna send him on a pointless stupid hunt to prove he says the truth (so no trust on her part I see)

Also, Sansa speaks up to remind him about their grandfather and how he was invited and then killed by a Targ (very fair point) and of course she doesn’t want him to leave!!!

“You’re abandoning your people! you’re abandoning your home!”

Some fellow shippers (I’m not saying your feelings/thoughts aren’t valid guys you are allowed to have your own reading and I am in no way trying to impose my view) mentioned they were wating for her to include ‘you’re abandoning me!’ but she already did in adding home, what makes WF his home is not the fact that he was raised there but that his family is! So in a subtle way she did acuse him of abandoning her.

And can you all blame her??? Sansa already lost so much, and wheter you ship them or not, it’s clear she loves him and doesn’t wanna loose him.

Problem is Jon is the same, y'all remember he wanted to fuck off to Essos after being brought back?? He had nothing left to loose and no fucks to give anymore, Enters Sansa giving him a purpose to live and someone to give a fuck about so of course he is gonna do anything in his power to protect her and the home she fought so hard for!! He is once again gonna fight for her now on the political side and honestly I dig so much this ship!!!

Anyway Jon is not getting much support (even Little Lyanna doesn’t want him to go) but he already made up his mind, Sansa is worried about who the fuck is gonna run the place in his absence and, be still my heart, because he says the North is hers (my shipper heart!!!!) and she is sooooo touched. Also that Jaime/ Brienne parallel.

Creepyfinger is pleased and honestly I can’t wait for Jon to choke the slimy bitch.

7.- Back in the Citadel, Sam says to Slughorn (I can’t remember his actual name, sorry) he knows how to cure greyscale (how very convinient) but hold your horses Potter!!! the thing is dangerous and you really shouldn’t do it. But of course he is gonna do it anyway, because I guess it’s more important to cure his ex-Lord Commander’s son than keeping his place on the Citadel (Slughorn said the procedure was forbbiden so I’m guessing they could expell him for this) to become a Maester for the NW like he was supposed to. Honestly this is all so convinient to have one of D@€nerys stans out and about again *sigh* Also the dialogue was like a porn and I was laughing way to hard even though the scene was disgusting.

8.- Eww that transition was just ewwww I’m glad I wasn’t eating when I watched it, so now we have Arya on her way to KL, and Yay! Hot Pie, I Love him so much, and LMAO Arya and her pies.

So at last Arya hears about the BoB and in that moment she forsakes her revenge to go home (Imma cry again) I think that’s the best damn decision because things are going to be ugly in the south.

9.- Jon in the crypts!!! (It’s happening y'all!!!) I must say that’s a pretty good looking statue of Ned tho. So LF is supposedly trying to get in his good graces but is he really??? I mean his words and tone are polite, he talks about how HE was the one who sent Ned’s bones back to WF (ya you trick ass bitch but you got him killed!!!) and wistully talks about how despite their differences they both loved Cat, and then smoothly reminds Jon about how Cat didn’t care about him and even says she was wrong (I called it!!! That LF was gonna say the last best chance quote from the trailer to Jon) but why was he talking about such a thing, we know Cat (and his bastard status) is a very touchy subject for Jon, as a matter of fact on a deeper level one starts to think maybe he was trying to provoke Jon (Starks. Quick tempers, slow minds is his motto afterall) and even I was surprised by how calm he acted when LF wanted a thank you for saving my life (that FUCKING creep). Until we get the ‘I Love Sansa, like I loved her mother’ it’s such an intresting way of phrasing it, isn’t it?? Because moments before LF states he loved Cat in a romantic way, and when he says he loves Sansa adds the last sentence to leave no room of doubt about what kind of Love is it and what his intentions are. What shaked me was Jon’s expression, he was furious, while moments ago he let LF words slide, a single mention of Sansa and he wants to kill the creeper. Jon’s threat is both terrifying and unexpected ( also I know everyone was freacking out about the sister but Jaime also called Cersei that and they had like 3 children together, same applies to but J0n said D@ny’s name OMG twu wuv, like LMAO Qyburn also said her name and I don’t see anyone shipping them) if LF wanted to provoke a reaction out of him it wasn’t that one definitely. Far to raw and protective to be brotherly.

Jon’s anger doesn’t fade even when he let’s the little creeper go!! He is downright murderous. But then he looks at Sansa and it’s like his whole demeanour changes, I was like what in the Seven hells is this!!!! And the little wave gives me hope they’ll see one another again in this season.

Now what I find real intresting is that last bit with LF. He gets outta those crypts, baffled and massaging his neck, when suddenly he seems to figure something out (you can see it in his eyes) and his first reaction to whatever he was thinking was looking at Sansa (she is looking at the spot Jon just left in such a wistfull and sad manner) and I think he knows something is happening there… Or maybe I’m delusional.

10.- Arya and Nymeria reunite and all is sad, but I think it linda makes sense, Nymeria is not her because Arya herself is not her fully, she had to strip from her identity to become a faceless man, and was using that to take revenge, but now she is stepping back from that destructive path because she has the option to come back home and it’s beginning to be herself again. maybe when she finally does Nymeria will come to her.

11.- I totally lost my shit in here, so Yara and Ellaria are flirting and drinking (so much for this is a war!! ) and far to relaxed and distracted to be part of a group that wants to take the Iron Throne, (Theon is super done with them btw) suddenly all hell breaks loose and Euron’s armada is on da house (he got to get that gift for his Lady) everyone gets crushed, the snakes are murdered and Ellaria/Yara taken prisioners. Also Theon is like LOL no I’m out. But are we supposed to think OMG Euron is totally GOT’s Jack Sparrow!! Cuz I think Ellaria and Yara (also Varys and Theon) were total dumbasses. In being sneaky 101 we learnt that if you wanna smuggle someone somewhere you gotta be disguised (see: LF getting Sansa on the Eyre and Varys taking Tyrion to Essos) Ellaria and Yara had those huge Greyjoy banners like 'here we are!!! The enemy!!!) and they also already knew about Euron’s armada but they choose to believe he was just gonna stay in Pyke pouting.

Like I said totally moronic!!! They could have disguised the ships and the people, traveling in broad daylight and maybe then they could have succeded.

Problem is everyone underestimating Cersei (except Sansa) even when they worked for her (Varys) and lived with her (Tyrion) and that’s what is allowing her to gain footing. As of now D@nys lost her armada and Dorne, her only allies are the Tyrell and with the Unsullied gone her only option is to go dracarys on KL (fuck the writers for this tho, she was actually making a good decision and you force her to hurt people, but maybe it’s intentional)

Also Sam is helping Jorah, but the leaks said the Tarly were going to die by D@nys hands. Looks like someone is gonna regret his decisions.

Anyway, leaving out the Stark bit I wasn’t very happy with this episode because the leaks keep being confirmed and they are still such bullshit (still I’m hoping some or most are fake)

That’s it. And yup I know I didn’t mentioned Greyworm/Missandei sexy time but I am very meh about it, yes it was tender and all but kinda pointless to me even if I like these two a lot.

[kamechameleon]

Ranma 1/2 but talking to cameras behind the scenes - a fanfic, pt. 1?

It was just another day at the Tendo house until the head of the household, Soun Tendo received a letter in the mail. It was from his long time friend Genma Saotome announcing that he would be coming to visit. Soun had been waiting a long time for this letter and jumped up to go call his three daughter. Kasumi and Nabiki were both puzzled as to why their father was so excited, he normally seemed a bit depressed.

Kasumi: I thought he had finally gotten some customers at the dojo. It's a bit of an embarrassment to have a dojo that no one wants to train in. Might have done good for his self esteem.

Nabiki: I was hoping we won the lottery or something. He certainly looked like he just won the lottery.

Unfortunately his youngest daughter Akane was nowhere to be found. Soun really wanted to speak to all three of his daughters at once, but he was so excited he could hardly contain himself. So he told his other two daughter the news, one of them was to be engaged to his friends son to carry on the Tendo dojo. Kasumi and Nabiki kind of stared at him for a good 30 seconds as if they were trying to discern whether he really did just say that. They then said in unison, “we'll think about it.”

Soun: I was scared there for a moment, I thought an argument would break out. It certainly looked like Nabiki was giving me the death gaze. Honestly it could have went a lot worse.

Kasumi: Arranged marriage, that's so old fashioned. I would rather pick for myself. But I didn't want to disappoint my father by dismissing things too quickly. It's rare to see him that happy.

Nabiki: I wasn't crazy about the idea, but I didn't want to completely knock it yet. The guy could have ended up being decent for all I knew.

The awkward silence was soon broken by a loud announcement, “I'm home.” Akane was back, Soun wasn't sure whether to be relieved or very frightened. He sent Nabiki to go get Akane, just to be on the cautious side. He sat there for a good five minutes, wondering what was taking them so long. Finally Nabiki entered with Akane. Nabiki had an evil grin on her face, while Akane was looking rather puzzled. Soun quickly choked out the news unable to keep his cool. Akane was fucking pissed and quickly went into a rant about how Soun shouldn't be meddling their their lives like that.

Akane: I don't normally like to yell at my dad like that, but someone had to say it. It's not as if my sisters were going to do it. I bet they were deliberately waiting for me to be the one to say it, make me look like the bad daughter. They certainly started to agree with me once I started chewing him out.

Nabiki eventually managed to diffuse the uncomfortable situation by asking more about their future fiancé. Soun preceded to tell them all about Genma's son Ranma's extensive martial arts training and their trip to China. He was feeling a little more calm now, it even seemed like Nabiki was interested in hearing about Ranma, and it was normally pretty difficult to get her attention. Akane however still looked really angry at him. Nabiki and Kasumi started to ask some more questions about Ranma. Soun got a bit nervous and admitted he had never actually met Ranma. Kasumi and Nabiki's faces quickly started to match Akane's. Fortunately the precocious situation situation was interrupted by some yelling at the door.

Soun and Nabiki quickly rushed to the door. At the door there was giant panda carrying a person. The they rushed back because who wouldn't freak out if they saw a giant panda at their door. The panda chased after them into the living room. The person whom the panda was carrying broke free and performed a swift divekick into the panda's face. The whole situation was total PANDA-monium. The whole Tendo family thought they were tripping pokeballs.

Soun's daughter were not amused. Kasumi and Nabiki are all like, “what the fuck is with this panda, did you hang around the zoo a lot back in the day” The person then introduced himself as Ranma Saotome and the mood of the room whiplashed yet again. Soun rushed to give him hug. After a split-second he realized there were some strange growths on Ranma's chest. He took a quick feel again to make sure he wasn't imagining things. He then realized, he wasn't crazy, Ranma was a girl. Nabiki, noticing the situation decided to get in on some of the action herself and started to get pretty gropey with Ranma's chest before she started to get frustrated and asked her to stop. At the same time, Soun passed out from shock. And the other two Tendo daughter rushed to attend to him.

Nabiki: Hey she was really hot. Probably not fiancé material, but definitely easy on the eyes and I am kind of a sucker for redheads.

After a few minutes Soun regained consciousness. Kasumi was quite understanding and tried to cheer her father up. Nabiki on the other hand grilled his ass like Strickland Propane, mocking him for not knowing Ranma was a girl all while continuing to grope Ranma further, much to his dismay. Akane finally got fed up with all the bullshit and told her to knock that shit off. She was relieved that there turned out to be no fiancé and felt a like celebrating with a good workout. She even invited Ranma along in hopes of making a new friend.

An hour after the daughter had cleared the living room, Nabiki walked by to find her dad sitting around with some bald dude with glasses. She continued on her way to the kitchen only for it to hit her a few seconds later, “who was that guy?” When she got into the kitchen she decided to ask Kasumi. “Beets me.” Kasumi said. Kasumi then walked on over to the dojo to tell Ranma the bath was ready before going to meet Nabiki in the living room to find out who the bald guy was.

And just five minutes later the whole neighborhood could hear Akane scream. Kasumi spilled tea all over herself and Soun nearly pissed his pants. Akane then bursts through the living room, runs outside and pulls a giant stone thingamajig out of the ground, ranting about killing a pervert in bathroom like some sort of overzealous street preacher. Then Nabiki was all like, “what the fuck's yer deal sis.” and Akane was all like “creeper in the bathroom” then Nabiki was all like “so trash his ass” and Akane was all like “I am too freaked to touch that freak with my bear hands”.

Nabiki: Sometime Akane freaks out like a psycho, but never that much. It was hilarious.

Kasumi: Hell yeah it was hilarious! Never change Akane.

A stranger then walked into the room and and Kasumi and Nabiki were all like, who is this guy? And the dude said Ranma Saotome and all three daughters looked like they they finished the first episode of Galaxy Fraulein Yuna. Soun then introduced the bald guy as Genma Saotome. Then things got into exposition territory, blah blah, training in China, blah, blah, cursed spring, blah, blah water transformations, you probably know the story already.

After the story Ranma and Genma broke out into a fight both eventually ending up in the pond and having their transformations triggered. The Kasumi called Genma out out on his shit.”What the hell were you thinking Mr. Saotome!” And then Genma's panda paws pull out a Chinese guidebooks. Kasumi responded, “so you can't read Chinese?” and the pulled out a sign from out of nowhere saying Bingo! “Really” Kasumi muttered under her breath, with that “you're a total dumbass” look on her face.  Soun then poured hot water on the Saotomes and said, “no problem then,” and introduces his daughters to Ranma. “So who tickles your fancy” he asks. But before Ranma has a chance to answer Kasumi and Nabiki volunteer Akane to be Ranma's fiancee, claiming she is clearly the best fit for a guy who is half girl.

Akane: I can't believe those bitches set me up like that. That was really low even for Nabiki. And I can't believe Kasumi would ever do something like that.

Nabiki: I was thinking Akane's totally a lesbian, why give her a little nudge out of her closet by setting her up with a hot girl. I was doing her a favor.

Kasumi: I was just joking at first, but when I saw Nabiki thought so as well, I just kind of jumped on noard the Rakane ship.

Akane then burst out in opposition yelling that she'd never date a perv like that. Ranma then expressed his dissatisfaction with the arranged by acting like a total drama queen and yelling that he was going back to China. But on his way out he had to open his big mouth, and say he was totally hotter than Akane anyway. A split-second later he was out out on the floor and Akane had the table firmly in her hands. She smacked him upside the head from behind just like in pro wrestling. Nobody told her not to imitate what you see on TV growing up.

A half hour later Ranma woke up to see Kasumi and Nabiki tending to him. Kasumi assured him that Akane was actually really nice when she wasn’t being a violent psychopath, while Nabiki cracked a smile at Kasumi's joke, which was totally inappropriate for the situation.

And then just another twenty minutes later another scream from the bathroom. Akane kicked Ranma's ass again for another bathroom misunderstanding. Why don't the Tendo's have some way of knowing the bathroom is occupied? After the incident Nabiki was all talking to Akane about it. “Come on I know you enjoyed getting a peak at Ranma's smokin' hot girl body” said Nabiki. And Akane was all, “No way.” And Nabiki was all, “come on you don't need to hide in the closet, me and Kasumi both know you're a lesbian, dad won't care he loves you just the same.” And Akane then retorted, “for the hundredth time I am not a lesbian, what is with you. I am going to bed, I've had enough bullshit today“ and stormed off. Kasumi then came over and, gave Nabiki a smile and said, “I think things are going to get a lot more interesting around here Nabiki.” To which Nabiki replied, “they sure are Kasumi, they sure are.”