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Episode 19 : Hinokami / 第十九話『ヒノカミ(Hinokami)』

*Green colored words are only in anime, not in original manga, and we usually call them “ani-ori(anime-original)".

竈門炭治郎「えっ？うっ！ぐっ……うう…」

Kamado Tanjiro “E? U! Gu……Uu…”

炭治郎（そんな…刀が……）

Tanjiro (Sonna…katanaga…)

Tanjiro (No way! My sword!)

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嘴平伊之助（すげえ……格が違う。一太刀の威力が違う。天地ほどの差がある。あの硬い化け物を、豆腐みたいに斬っちまった。すげぇ、すげぇ、すげぇ、すげぇ!! なんだコイツ!! わくわくが止まらねぇぞ、おい!!）

Hashibira Inosuke (Sugee……Kakuga chigau. Hito-tachino iryokuga chigau. Tenchi-hodono saga aru. Ano katai bake-mono’o, tofu-mitaini kicchi-matta. Sugee, sugee, sugee, sugee!! Nanda koitsu!! Waku-wakuga tomara-neezo, oi!!)

Inosuke Hashibira (Amazing! He’s on a different level! The force of his stroke is in a different class! He’s head and shoulders above the rest! He slashed that tough-as nails monster like tofu! Amazing! Amazing! Amazing! Amazing! Who is this guy? I still have goosebumps, dammit!)

伊之助「ちょっと待てぇ！俺と戦え半々羽織!! あの十二鬼月にお前は勝った！そのお前に俺が勝つ！そういう計算だ。そうすれば……一番強いのは俺っていう寸法だ!!」

Inosuke “Chotto matee! Oreto tatakae Han-han-Baori!! Ano Juni-Kizukini omaewa katta! Sono omaeni orega katsu! So-iu keisanda. So-sureba… Ichi-ban tsuyoi-nowa orette-iu sunpoda!!

Inosuke “Hold up a second! Fight me, Mismatched Haori! You beat that Twelve Kizuki! And I’m gonna beat you! That’s how I’ve drawn it up! If I can do that…that’ll make me the most powerful of all!”

冨岡義勇「修行し直せ、戯け者!!」

Tomioka Giyu “Shugyo shi-naose, Tawake-mono!!”

Giyu Tomioka “Go back to training, idiot.”

伊之助「なにィィィ!!」

Inosuke “Naniiii!!”

Inosuke “What the…”

義勇「今のは十二鬼月でも何でもない。そんなこともわからないのか」

Giyu “Ima-nowa Juni-Kizuki-demo nan-demo nai. Sonna kotomo wakara-nai-noka.”

Giyu “That was no Twelve Kizuki or anything close to one. You can’t even tell that much?”

伊之助「わかってるわ!! 俺だってそんな雑魚、十二鬼月だなんて思ってねぇよ！十二鬼月とか言ったのは炭治郎だ!! 俺はそれをそのまま言っただけだからな！」

Inosuke “Wakatteruwa!! Ore-datte sonna zako, Juni-Kizuki da-nante omotte-neeyo! Juni-Kizuki-toka itta-nowa Tanjiroda!! Orewa soreo sono-mama itta-dake dakarana!”

Inosuke “Sure I can tell! I never thought that scrub could be one of the Twelve Kizuki, either! It was Tanjiro who said it was one of the Twelve Kizuki! All I did was repeat what he said, all right?”

伊之助(な!?!?!? 何だこれ、縛られてる!? 速ェ…速ェコイツ!!)

Inosuke (Na!?!?!? Nanda kore, shiba-rare-teru!? Haee…Haee koitsu!!)

Inosuke (What’s going on? Did he just tie me up? So quick! This guy’s so quick!”

伊之助「ってオイ!! 待てコラ!!」

Inosuke “Tte oi!! Mate kora!!”

Inosuke “Wait, you! Come back here!”

義勇「己の怪我の程度もわからない奴は戦いに関わるな」

Giyu “Onoreno kegano teidomo wakara-nai yatsuwa tatakaini kakawaruna.”

Giyu “Stay out of battle if you don’t even realize how hurt you are.”

伊之助「ああ？聞こえねぇよ!! 声小せぇし速ェんだよ歩くの!! 待てっつってんだろ！縄ほどけコラ！オイ！オイ！オ～～～～イ！」

Inosuke “Aa? Kikoe-neeyo!! Koe chiiseeshi haeen-dayo arukuno!! Matettsutten-daro! Nawa hodoke kora! Oi! Oi! Ooooooooooi!”

Inosuke “I can’t hear you! Your voice is too soft, and you walk too fast! I said hold up a second! Untie these ropes right now! Hey! Hey! Hey!”

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胡蝶しのぶ「もしも～し、大丈夫ですか？」

Kocho Shinobu “Moshi-moooshi, daijobu desuka?”

Shinobu Kocho “Yoo-hoo! Are you all right?”

我妻善逸「じいちゃん……」

Agatsuma Zen’itsu “Jiichan……”

Zenitsu Agatsuma “Gramps…”

しのぶ「誰がじいちゃんですか？」

Shinobu “Darega jiichan desuka?”

Shinobu “Who are you calling ‘Gramps’?”

善逸「今、じいちゃんが出て来て…諦めるなって…」

Zen’itsu “Ima, jiichanga dete-kite… Akiramerunatte…”

Zenitsu “Just now, Gramps showed up, and told me not to give up.”

しのぶ「ああ、それは走馬灯ですね。一説によると、死の直前に人が走馬灯を見る理由は、今までの経験や記憶の中から、迫り来る死を回避する方法を探しているんだそうですよ。まあ、私は経験したことないのでわかりませんけどね」

Shinobu “Aa, sorewa somato desune. Issetsuni yoruto, shino chokuzenni hitoga somato’o miru riyuwa, ima-madeno keiken’ya kiokuno naka-kara, semari-kuru shio kaihi suru hoho’o sagashite-irunda-sodesuyo. Maa, watashiwa keiken shita koto nai-node wakari-masen-kedone.”

Shinobu “You saw your life flashing before your eyes. According to one theory, the reason one sees such images just before death is because you’re searching for a way to avoid death by going through all your past experiences and memories. Well, not that I can say for sure, since I’ve never experienced it myself.”

しのぶ「うん。うまく呼吸で毒の巡りを遅らせましたね。それができていなければ、とっくに蜘蛛にされているところでした。今、解毒剤を打ちますね」

Shinobu “Un. Umaku kokyude dokuno megurio okurase-mashitane. Sorega dekite-ina-kereba, tokkuni kumoni sarete-iru tokoro deshita. Ima, gedoku-zai’o uchi-masune.”

Shinobu “Right, you did a good job slowing down the poison’s path with your breathing. If you hadn’t been able to do that, you would’ve turned into a spider long ago. I’ll inject you with the antidote now, okay?”

善逸「うっ！」

Zen’itsu “U!”

隠「急げ！こっちだ、こっち！」

Kakushi “Isoge! Kocchida, kocchi!”

Kakushi “Hurry! Over here, over here!”

隠「下ろせるか？」

Kakushi “Oroseruka?”

Kakushi “Can we get them down?”

隠「慎重にやれよ」

Kakushi “Shinchoni yareyo.”

Kakushi “Be careful, okay?”

隠「大丈夫だ。みんな生きてる！」

Kakushi “Daijobuda. Minna iki-teru!”

Kakushi “It’s all good! Everyone’s still alive!”

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炭治郎（刀が折れた!! 信じられない…!! この子の操る糸は、さっき斬れなかった鬼の体よりも尚硬いのか!?）

Tanjiro (Katanaga oreta!! Shinji-rare-nai…!! Kono kono ayatsuru itowa, sakki kire-nakatta onino karada-yorimo nao katai-noka!?)

Tanjiro (My sword got snapped! I can’t believe it! The threads this boy is controlling… Does this mean they’re even tougher than the body of that demon I couldn’t slash?)

炭治郎（すみません。鱗滝さん。鋼鐵塚さん。俺が未熟なせいで刀が折れてしまった）

Tanjiro (Sumi-masen. Urokodaki-san. Haganezuka-san. Orega mijukuna seide katanaga orete shimatta.)

Tanjiro (Forgive me, Mr.Urokodaki, Mr.Haganezuka! Thanks to my inexperience, my sword is now broken!)

炭治郎（いや、今はそんな場合じゃない!! 考えろ、考えろ!! 糸が斬れないなら、間合いの内側に入れば……）

Tanjiro (Iya, imawa sonna baaija nai!! Kangaero, kangaero!! Itoga kire-nai-nara, maaino uchi-gawani haireba…)

Tanjiro (No, this isn’t the time for that! Think! Think! If I can’t slash those threads, then let me get right up in his face!)

炭治郎（無理だ……!! 生きているように動く糸の攻撃を抜けていけない!! そもそも、殺さない程度にと加減されているのに、これだけ追いつめられているんだ!!）

Tanjiro (Murida…!! Ikite-iru-yoni ugoku itono kogekio nukete-ike-nai!! Somo-somo, korosa-nai teidonito kagen sarete-iru-noni, kore-dake oitsume-rarete-irunda!!)

Tanjiro (It’s no good! Those threads have a life of their own, and I can’t get through their attacks! Even though he’s holding back enough not to kill me, he’s still overwhelming me to this degree!)

累「どう？まださっきの言葉を取り消す気にならないのか？」

Rui “Do? Mada sakkino kotoba’o tori-kesu kini nara-nai-noka?”

Rui “Well? Do you still refuse to take back what you just said?”

炭治郎「くっ…」

Tanjiro “Ku…”

累「わかった。ならズタズタになりな」

Rui “Wakatta. Nara, zuta-zutani narina.”

Rui “Fine. In that case, you’ll get slashed to ribbons.”

炭治郎（よけきれない…っ!!）

Tanjiro (Yoke-kire-nai…!!)

Tanjiro (I can’t dodge them all!)

累「あっ…」

Rui “A…”

炭治郎「ハッ…」

Tanjiro “Ha…”

炭治郎「禰豆子！！」

Tanjiro “Nezuko!!”

Tanjiro “Nezuko!”

炭治郎「禰豆子…禰豆子！兄ちゃんをかばって…ごめんな…」

Tanjiro “Nezuko…Nezuko! Niichan’o kabatte…Gomenna…”

Tanjiro “Nezuko! Nezuko! You protected me! I’m sorry!”

姉蜘蛛「背負っている箱から女の子が…でも、気配が鬼だわ……ハッ」

Ane-Gumo “Seotte-iru hako-kara onna’nokoga… Demo, kehaiga oni-dawa…Ha.”

Big Sister Spider Demon “A girl emerged from that box on his shoulders. But she has the aura of a demon!”

累「お前…それ…その女…兄妹か？」

Rui “Omae…sore…sono onna…kyodaika?”

Rui “Hey, you… Is that… That girl… Is she your sibling?”

炭治郎「だったら何だ!!」

Tanjiro “Dattara nanda!!”

Tanjiro “So what if she is?”

炭治郎（傷が深い…左手首が千切れそうだ）

Tanjiro (Kizuga fukai… Hidari-tekubiga chigire-soda.)

Tanjiro (The wound’s so deep! Her left wrist is about to fall off!)

禰豆子「…クッ…」

Nezuko “…Ku…”

炭治郎（早く治れ！早く治れ！早く治れ！）

Tanjiro (Hayaku naore! Hayaku naore! Hayaku naore!)

Tanjiro (Hurry up and heal! Hurry up and heal! Hurry up and heal!)

累「兄妹…兄妹…妹は鬼になってるな…」

Rui “Kyodai…Kyodai…Imotowa onini natteruna…”

Rui “Siblings… Siblings… The sister’s been turned into a demon.”

姉蜘蛛「る、累…」

Ane-Gumo “Ru, Rui…”

Big Sister Spider Demon “R-Rui?”

累「それでも一緒にいる…妹は兄を庇った…身を挺して… 本物の“絆”だ!! 欲しい…!!」

Rui “Sore-demo isshoni iru… Imotowa ani’o kabatta…Mio teishite… Honmonono ‘kizuna’da!! Hoshii…!!”

Rui “Yet, she stays by his side. The younger sister protected the elder brother. Risking her own life… That’s a genuine bond! I want it!”

姉蜘蛛「ちょっ、ちょっと待って!! 待ってよ、お願い！私が姉さんよ！姉さんを捨てないで!!」

Ane-Gumo “Cho, Chotto matte!! Matteyo, onegai! Watashiga neesan’yo! Neesan’o sute-naide!!”

Big Sister Spider Demon “W-Wait a minute! Wait a minute! Please! I’m your elder sister! Don’t desert me!”

累「黙れ!!」

Rui “Damare!!”

Rui “Shut up!”

炭治郎「あ…」

Tanjiro “A…”

累「結局お前たちは自分の役割もこなせなかった。いつも…どんな時も」

Rui “Kekkyoku omae-tachiwa jibunno yakuwarimo konase-nakatta. Itsumo…donna tokimo.”

Rui “None of you ever managed to fulfill the roles you were given. Never. Not once.”

姉蜘蛛「ま、待って…ちゃんと私は姉さんだったでしょ？挽回させてよ……」

Ane-Gumo “Ma, matte… Chanto watashiwa neesan datta-desho? Bankai saseteyo…”

Big Sister Spider Demon “W-Wait. I was the elder sister you wanted, wasn’t I? Give me a chance to redeem myself!”

累「だったら今、山の中をチョロチョロする奴らを殺してこい。そうしたら、さっきのことも許してやる」

Rui “Dattara ima, yamano naka’o choro-choro-suru yatsura’o koroshite-koi. So-shitara, sakkino kotomo yurushite-yaru.”

Rui “In that case, go kill those people wandering all over this mountain. If you do that, I’ll forgive you for what just happened.”

姉蜘蛛「わ、わかった…殺してくるわ」

Ane-Gumo “Wa, Wakatta… Koroshite kuruwa.”

Big Sister Spider Demon “F-Fine. I’ll go kill them.”

累「坊や」

Rui “Boya.”

Rui “Boy.”

炭治郎「ハッ」

Tanjiro “Ha.”

累「坊や。話をしよう。出ておいで」

Rui “Boya. Hanashi’o shiyo. Dete-oide.”

Rui “Boy, let’s talk. Come on out.”

炭治郎（坊や？話？）

Tanjiro (Boya? Hanashi?)

Tanjiro (Boy? Talk?)

累「僕はね、感動したんだよ。君たちの“絆”を見て体が震えた。この感動を表す言葉は、きっとこの世にないと思う」

Rui “Bokuwane, kando shitan-dayo. Kimi-tachino ‘kizuna’o mite karadaga furueta. Kono kando’o arawasu kotobawa kitto kono yoni naito omou.”

Rui “The thing is, I was really moved. Seeing the bond you two share gave me the chills. I doubt there are any words in this universe that can describe how moved I was.”

累「でも君たちは僕に殺されるしかない。悲しいよね、そんなことになったら。でも一つだけ、それを回避する方法が一つだけある。君のその妹。君の妹を僕に頂戴。大人しく渡せば命だけは助けてあげる」

Rui “Demo kimi-tachiwa bokuni koro-sareru-shika nai. Kanashii-yone, sonna kotoni nattara. Demo hitotsu-dake, soreo kaihi suru hohoga hitotsu-dake aru. Kimino sono imoto. Kimino imoto’o bokuni chodai. Otonashiku wataseba, inochi-dakewa tasukete ageru.”

Rui “But now the only thing left for you is death by my hand. It would be sad if it were to come to pass, right? But there’s just one thing. Just one thing that will let you escape that. Your sister… Give your sister to me. If you hand her over without a fight, I’ll at least spare your life.”

炭治郎「……何を言ってるのかわからない」

Tanjiro “……Nanio itteru-noka wakara-nai.”

Tanjiro “I have no idea what you’re talking about!”

累「君の妹には僕の妹になってもらう。今日から」

Rui “Kimino imoto-niwa bokuno imotoni natte-morau. Kyo-kara.”

Rui “Your little sister will be my little sister. Starting today.”

炭治郎「そんなことを承知するはずないだろう。それに禰豆子は物じゃない!! 自分の想いも意思もあるんだ。お前の妹になんてなりはしない！」

Tanjiro “Sonna koto’o shochi-suru-hazu nai-daro. Soreni Nezukowa monoja nai!! Jibunno omoimo ishimo arunda. Omaeno imotoni nante nariwa shinai!”

Tanjiro “You don’t actually think I’d ever agree to that! Not to mention, Nezuko’s not a thing! She has her own feelings and will! There’s no way she’ll ever be your sister!”

累「大丈夫だよ。心配いらない。“絆”を繋ぐから。僕の方が強いんだ。恐怖の“絆”だよ。逆らうとどうなるか、ちゃんと教える」

Rui “Daijobu dayo. Shinpai ira-nai. ‘Kizuna’o tsunagu-kara. Bokuno-hoga tsuyoinda. Kyofuno ‘kizuna’ dayo. Sakarauto do-naruka, chanto oshieru.”

Rui “It’s all right. No need to worry. Because I’ll create a bond between us. I’m stronger than you. I’m talking about the bond of terror. I’ll teach her what will happen if she defies me.”

炭治郎「ふざけるのも大概にしろ！！恐怖でがんじがらめに縛りつけることを、家族の“絆”とは言わない!! その根本的な心得違いを正さなければ、お前の欲しいものは手に入らないぞ!!」

Tanjiro “Fuzakeru-nomo taigaini shiro!! Kyofude ganji-garameni shibari-tsukeru koto’o kazokuno ‘kizuna’-towa iwanai!! Sono konpon-tekina kokoroe-chigai’o tadasa-nakereba, omaeno hoshii monowa teni haira-naizo!!”

Tanjiro “I’ve had enough of this crazy talk! Using terror to shackle someone hand and foot is not the bond of a family! Unless you fix that basic misunderstanding, you’ll never get what you desire!”

累「鬱陶(うっとう)しい。大声出さないでくれる？合わないね、君とは」

Rui “Utto-shii. Oogoe dasanaide kureru? Awanaine, kimi-towa.”

Rui “So irritating. Would you mind not shouting? We don’t see eye to eye, do we?”

炭治郎「禰豆子をお前なんかに渡さない！」

Tanjiro “Nezuko’o omae nankani watasa-nai!”

Tanjiro “I’ll never hand Nezuko over to you!”

累「いいよ別に。殺して奪(と)るから」

Rui “Iiyo betsuni. Koroshite toru-kara.”

Rui “That’s okay, I guess. I’ll just kill you and then take her.”

炭治郎「俺が先にお前の頸を斬る」

Tanjiro “Orega sakini omaeno kubio kiru.”

Tanjiro “I’ll cut off your head first!”

累「威勢がいいなぁ。できるならやってごらん。十二鬼月である僕に…勝てるならね」

Rui “Iseiga iinaa. Dekiru-nara yatte-goran. Juni-Kizuki-de-aru bokuni…kateru-narane.”

Rui “That’s the spirit! I’d like to see you try it. That is, if you can actually defeat a Twelve Kizuki like me!”

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累（家族…父には父の役割があり、母には母の役割がある。親は子を守り…兄や姉は下の弟妹を守る。何があっても、命を懸けて）

Rui (Kazoku… Chichi-niwa chichino yakuwariga ari, haha-niwa hahano yakuwariga aru. Oyawa ko’o mamori… Aniya anewa shitano kyodai’o Mamoru. Naniga attemo. Inochi’o kakete.)

Rui (Family… A father has his role as the father, and the mother has her role as the mother. The parents protect the children, and the elder brother and sister protect their younger siblings. No matter what. At the risk of their own lives.)

累「僕はね、自分の役割を理解してない奴は、生きている必要がないと思っている。お前はどうだ？お前の役割は何だ？お前は僕に妹を渡して消える役だ。それができないなら、死ぬしかないよ。勝てないからね」

Rui “Bokuwane, jibunno yakuwario rikai shite-nai yatsuwa, ikite-iru hitsuyoga naito omotte-iru. Omaewa doda? Omaeno yakuwariwa nanda? Omaewa bokuni imoto’o watasite kieru yakuda. Sorega dekinai-nara, shinu-shika naiyo. Katenai karane.

Rui “The way I see it, if you don’t understand your own role, there’s no reason for you to live. What about you? What is your role? Your role is to relinquish your younger sister to me and disappear. If you can’t do that, your only option is to die. Because you can’t defeat me.”

炭治郎（下弦の伍…やっぱり、この強さ…この子が本物の十二鬼月。糸は簡単に斬れない…どうする…折れた刀身で。あの子の頸が糸より硬い場合…）

Tanjiro (Kagenno Go… Yappari, kono tsuyosa… kono koga hon-monono Juni-Kizuki. Itowa kantanni kire-nai…Do-suru… Oreta toshinde. Anokono kubiga ito-yori katai baai…)

Tanjiro (Lower Five… Just as I thought! That power… This kid is a true Twelve Kizuki! It won’t be easy to slash those threads. What should I do? With this broken sword… if that kid’s neck turns out to be tougher than the threads…)

累「……嫌な目つきだね、メラメラと。愚かだな。もしかして――…僕に勝つつもりなのかな!!」

Rui “…Iyana metsuki dane. Mera-merato. Oroka dana. Moshika-shite――…Bokuni katsu tsumori nano-kana!!”

Rui “I don’t like that look in your eyes. Glittering like that… What a fool you are. Don’t tell me… you think you’re going to beat me?”

炭治郎「ハッ。禰豆子！！」

Tanjiro “Ha. Nezuko!!”

Tanjiro “Nezuko!”

累「さぁ、もう奪ったよ。自分の役割を自覚した？」

Rui “Saa, mo tottayo. Jibunno yaku-wario jikaku shita?”

Rui “All right, I’ve taken her now. Now, do you recognize what your own role is?”

炭治郎「放せ!!」

Tanjiro “Hanase!!”

Tanjiro “Let her go!”

累「逆らわなければ命は助けてやるって言ってるのに」

Rui “Sakarawa-nakereba inochiwa tasukete yarutte itteru-noni.”

Rui “But I told you I’d spare your life, at least, if you didn’t defy me.”

炭治郎「うおおおお！ハッ、うっ…」

Tanjiro “Uoooo! Ha, u…”

炭治郎（あっ…禰豆子がいない!! ハッ…）

Tanjiro (A…Nezukoga inai!! Ha…)

Tanjiro (Nezuko’s gone!)

炭治郎「ねっ…禰豆子！！」

Tanjiro “Ne…Nezuko!!”

Tanjiro “Nezuko!”

累「うるさいよ。このくらいで死にはしないだろ、鬼なんだから。でもやっぱりきちんと教えないとだめだね。暫(しばら)くは失血させよう」

Rui “Urusaiyo. Kono-kuraide shiniwa shinai-daro, oni nan-dakara. Demo yappari kichinto oshie-naito dame-dane. Shibarakuwa shikketsu saseyo.”

Rui “Stop that hollering. I’m sure that’s not enough to kill her. After all, she’s a demon. But it looks like I’ll have to teach her a lesson after all. I’m going to let her bleed for a while.”

累「それでも従順にならないようなら、日の出までこのままにして、少し炙(あぶ)る」

Rui “Sore-demo jujunni nara-nai-yonara, hinode-made kono-mamani shite, sukoshi aburu.”

Rui “If she still doesn’t learn to be docile, I’ll just leave her like that until daybreak…and let her roast a bit.”

炭治郎「禰豆子を放せ！…ぐっ。あっ…うっ…がはっ。…ハァ…うっ！ハァ、ハァ…」

Tanjiro “Nezuko’o hanase! …Gu. A…U…Gaha. …Haa…U! Haa, haa…”

Tanjiro “You let Nezuko… Let her go!”

累「君、まさかとは思うけど、僕に近づきさえすれば頸が斬れるとか思ってない？いいよ。ほら、やってごらん」

Rui “Kimi, masaka-towa omou-kedo, bokuni chikazuki-sae sureba kubiga kireru-toka omotte-nai? Iiyo. Hora, yatte goran.”

Rui “Look, you… I’m sure I’m mistaken, but… You don’t think that if you get close enough to me, you can chop off my head, do you? Fine by me. Here. Give it a shot.”

炭治郎「ぐっ…はっ！ああ…うう…なっ…」

Tanjiro “Gu…Ha! Aa…Uu…Na…”

炭治郎（刃が…通らない）

Tanjiro (Yaibaga…toora-nai.)

Tanjiro (The blade…won’t go through!)

累「ね？だから言っただろう？君は僕にかなわない」

Rui “Ne? Dakara itta-daro? Kimiwa boku-niwa Kanawa-nai.”

Rui “Didn’t I tell you? You have no chance against me.”

炭治郎「ぐわっ！」

Tanjiro “Guwa!”

累「僕の体は、僕の操るどんな糸より硬いんだ。糸すら斬れない君に、首を斬るなんて到底無理だよ」

Rui “Bokuno karadawa, bokuno ayatsuru donna ito-yori katainda. Ito-sura kirenai kimini, kubio kiru-nante totei muri dayo.”

Rui “My body is more durable than any thread I manipulate. If you can’t even slash those threads, you don’t have a chance in hell of slashing my neck.”

禰豆子「ウウ～！ウウ…」

Nezuko “Uuuu! Uu…”

炭治郎「がはっ…ごほっ…」

Tanjiro “Gaha… Goho…”

炭治郎（つ…強い。今まで会った鬼とは比べ物にならない強さだ。これが…十二鬼月。鬼舞辻の血の濃い鬼の力なのか？）

Tanjiro (Tsu…tsuyoi. Ima-made atta oni-towa kurabe-mononi nara-nai tsuyosada. Korega…Juni-Kizuki. Kibutsujino chino koi onino chikara nanoka?)

Tanjiro (S-So powerful. His power is on a whole different level than any other demon I’ve fought! So, this is a Twelve Kizuki’s… The power of a demon closely related to Kibutsuji?)

禰豆子「ウウ～！ウッ…ウウ…ウウッ！」

Nezuko “Uuuu! U…Uu…Uu!”

累「うるさいよ。少し黙っていろ」

Rui “Urusaiyo. Sukoshi damatte-iro.”

Rui “You’re making too much noise. Quiet down a bit.”

禰豆子「ウッ！アア～！！」

Nezuko “U! Aaaa!!”

炭治郎「やめろ～～～！！」

Tanjiro “Yamerooooooo!!”

Tanjiro “Stop that!”

累「お前の兄はもう僕だぞ。いつまでも喚き立てるな」

Rui “Omaeno aniwa mo boku dazo. Itsu-mademo wameki-tateruna.”

Rui “I’m your elder brother now. Enough of that infernal wailing.”

炭治郎「クッ…」

Tanjiro “Ku…”

炭治郎（落ち着け、感情的になるな。このままじゃ相手の思うつぼだ）

Tanjiro (Ochi-tsuke, kanjo-tekini naruna. Kono-mamaja aiteno omou tsuboda.)

Tanjiro (Calm down! Don’t get emotional! If you keep this up, you’ll be playing right into his hands!)

累「ん？気を失った？眠ったのか？独特な気配の鬼だな。僕たちとは何か違うような……面白い」

Rui “N? Kio ushinatta? Nemutta-noka? Dokutokuna kehaino oni dana. Boku-tachi-towa nanika chigau-yona……Omoshiroi.)

Rui “Did she pass out? Is she asleep? This demon has a unique aura. There’s something about her that’s not like the rest of us. Interesting.”

炭治郎（集中しろ。呼吸を整え、最も精度が高い最後の型を繰り出せ）

Tanjiro (Shuchu-shiro. Kokyu’o totonoe, mottomo seidoga takai saigono katao kuridase.)

Tanjiro (Concentrate! Control your breathing! Unleash the most precise, final Form!)

炭治郎（全集中！）

Tanjiro (Zen-Shuchu!)

Tanjiro (Total Concentration…)

累「無駄なことだってまだわからないの？」

Rui “Mudana koto-datte mada wakara-naino?”

Rui “You still don’t realize how futile it is?”

炭治郎（水の呼吸・拾ノ型。生生流転！！）

Tanjiro (Mizuno Kokyu, Juno Kata. Seisei-Ruten!!)

Tanjiro (Water Breathing! Tenth Form! Constant Flux!)

炭治郎（斬れた!! 糸が斬れた!!）

Tanjiro (Kireta!! Itoga kireta!!)

Tanjiro (I slashed them! I was able to slash the threads!)

累（回転するごとに威力が増している。少し厄介だな）

Rui (Kaiten suru-gotoni iryokuga mashite-iru. Sukoshi yakkai dana.)

Rui (Gathering force with each rotation… This could be trouble.)

炭治郎（いける！このまま距離を詰めていけば勝てる！）

Tanjiro (Ikeru! Kono-mama kyori’o tsumete-ikeba kateru!)

Tanjiro (I can do it! If I can keep clothing the distance between us, I can defeat him!)

累「ねぇ、糸の強度はこれが限界だと思ってるの？血鬼術・刻糸牢(こくしろう)。もういいよ、お前は。さよなら」

Rui “Nee, itono kyodowa korega genkai-dato omotteruno? Kekki-Jutsu, Koku-Shi-Ro. Mo iiyo, omaewa. Sayonara.”

Rui “Hey… You don’t think these threads are at maximum strength, do you? Blood Demon Art… Cutting Thread Cage. I have no more use for you. Goodbye.”

炭治郎（だめだ、この糸は斬れない。まだ回転が足りない。さっきの糸とはまるで違う匂いだ。絶対負けるわけにはいかないのに。死ぬ…負ける!! 死…）

Tanjiro (Dameda, kono itowa kire-nai. Mada kaitenga tari-nai. Sakkino ito-towa marude chigau nioida. Zettai makeru wake-niwa ikanai-noni. Shinu…Makeru!! Shi…)

Tanjiro (No good! I can’t slash these threads! I’m still not getting enough spin! These are giving off a totally different scent than the other threads! But I can’t afford to lose no matter what! I’m gonna die! I’m gonna lose! I’m…)

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炭治郎（父さん）

Tanjiro (Tosan.)

Tanjiro (Father…)

竈門炭十郎「炭治郎、呼吸だ。息を整えて、ヒノカミ様になりきるんだ」

Kamado Tanjuro “Tanjiro, kokyuda. Ikio totonoete, Hinokami-samani nari-kirunda.”

Tanjuro Kamado “Tanjiro… Breathe. Get your breathing under control and become Hinokami.”

竈門葵枝「炭治郎、ほら。お父さんの神楽よ。うちは火の仕事をするから、怪我や災いが起きないよう、年の始めはヒノカミ様に舞いを捧げてお祈りするのよ」

Kamado Kie “Tanjiro, hora. Otosanno kagurayo. Uchiwa hino shigoto’o suru-kara, kegaya wazawaiga okinai-yo, toshino hajimewa Hinokami-samani mai’o sasagete oinori suru-noyo.”

Kie Kamado “Tanjiro? Look. It’s your father’s kagura dance. Our family works with fire, so to ward off injuries and disasters, we offer this dance to Hinokami, along with our prayers, on New Year’s Day.”

炭治郎「ねえ、母さん」

Tanjiro “Nee, Kaasan.”

Tanjiro “Hey, Mother…”

葵枝「ん？」

Kie “N?”

炭治郎「父さんは体が弱いのに、どうしてあんな雪の中で、長い間舞を舞えるの？俺は肺が凍りそうだよ」

Tanjiro “Tosanwa karadaga yowai-noni, doshite anna yukino nakade, nagai aida maio maeruno? Orewa haiga koori-sodayo.”

Tanjiro “How can Father dance like that in the snow for so long when he’s so frail? I bet my lungs would freeze.”

炭十郎「息の仕方があるんだよ。どれだけ動いても疲れない息の仕方」

Tanjuro “Ikino shikataga arun-dayo. Dore-dake ugoitemo tsukare-nai ikino shikata.”

Tanjuro “There’s a breathing technique. A way to breathe so that you won’t exhaust yourself, no matter how much you move.”

炭治郎「息？」

Tanjuro “Iki?”

Tanjuro “Breathe?”

炭十郎「そう。正しい呼吸ができるようになれば、炭治郎もずっと舞えるよ。寒さなんて平気になる」

Tanjuro “So. Tadashii kokyuga dekiru-yoni nareba, Tanjuromo zutto maeruyo. Samusa nante heikini naru.”

Tanjuro “Right. If you can master the correct way to breathe, you’ll be able to dance forever, too. The cold won’t bother you, either.”

炭十郎「炭治郎。この神楽と耳���りだけは必ず、途切れさせず継承していってくれ。約束なんだ」

Tanjuro “Tanjiro. Kono kagurato mimi-kazari-dakewa kanarazu, togire-sasezu keisho-shite-itte-kure. Yakusoku nanda.”

Tanjuro “Tanjiro, if nothing else, make sure this kagura and these earrings get passed down to you uninterrupted. That’s what I promised.”

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炭治郎（ヒノカミ神楽・円舞！）

Tanjiro (Hinokami Kagura, Enbu!)

Tanjiro (Hinokami Kagura… Dance!)

累（糸が…）

Rui (Itoga…)

Rui (The threads…)

炭治郎（止まるな。走り続けろ！今止まれば…水の呼吸からヒノカミ神楽の呼吸に無理矢理切り替えた跳ね返りが来る。そうしたら、俺はしばらく動けなくなるだろう。だから、今やらなければ！走れ！禰豆子を守るんだ！）

Tanjiro (Tomaruna. Hashiri-tsuzukero! Ima tomareba…Mizuno Kokyu-kara Hinokami-Kagurano kokyuni muri-yari kiri-kaeta hane-kaeriga kuru. So-shitara, orewa shibaraku ugoke-naku naru-daro. Dakara, ima yarana-kereba! Hashire! Nezuko’o mamorunda!)

Tanjiro (Don’t stop! Keep running! If you stop now, it’ll bring on the repercussions of forcibly switching from Water Breathing to Hinokami Dance Breathing! When that happens, I’ll be immobile for a while! That’s why I gotta do it now! Run! You gotta protect Nezuko!)

炭治郎「うおおおお！」

Tanjiro “Uoooo!”

累（こいつ…）

Rui (Koitsu…)

Rui (This guy…)

炭治郎（見えた!! 隙の糸!! 今ここで倒すんだ！たとえ相打ちになったとしても!!）

Tanjiro (Mieta!! Sukino Ito!! Ima kokode taosunda! Tatoe ai-uchini nattato shitemo!!)

Tanjiro (I see the Opening Thread! You gotta take him down now! Even if it means…getting slashed by him at the same time!)

葵枝「禰豆子……禰豆子。起きて、禰豆子。お兄ちゃんを助けるの。今の禰豆子ならできる。…頑張って。…お願い、禰豆子…お兄ちゃんまで死んでしまうわよ…」

Kie “Nezuko…Nezuko. Okite, Nezuko. Oniichan’o tasukeruno. Imano Nezuko-nara dekiru. …Ganbatte. …Onegai, Nezuko…Oniichan-made shinde-shimau-wayo…”

Kie “Nezuko…Nezuko…Wake up, Nezuko. You have to save your brother. I know you can do it now, Nezuko. Do your best. Please, Nezuko. Or your brother will be killed, too!”

禰豆子（血鬼術・爆血！！）

Nezuko (Kekki-Jutsu, Bakketsu!!)

Nezuko (Blood Demon Art… Exploding Blood!)

累（うわっ……馬鹿な!! 糸が焼き切れた…）

Rui （Uwa…Bakana!! Itoga yaki-kireta…）

Rui (No way! The threads burned and snapped!）

炭治郎「俺と禰豆子の絆は誰にも、引き裂けない！！」

Tanjiro “Oreto Nezukono kizunawa dare-nimo, hiki-sake-nai!!”

Tanjiro “The bond between Nezuko and me…can’t be…severed by anyone!”

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大正コソコソ噂話　―Taisho Secret―

炭治郎「どうしてあの時、ヒノカミ神楽のことを思い出したんだろう？ありがとう父さん。おかげで、鬼の頸に刃を通すことができた。禰豆子もありがとう」

Tanjiro “Doshite ano-toki, Hinokami-Kagurano koto’o omoi-dashitan-daro? Arigato Tosan. Okagede, onino kubini yaibao toosu-kotoga dekita. Nezukomo arigato.”

Tanjiro “Why did I remember Hinokami Kagura back then? Thank you, Father. Thanks to you, I could pass the blade through the demon’s neck. Thank you, Nezuko, too.”

炭治郎「今週は竈門家に関する大正コソコソ噂話。お祭りの後には、父さんと母さんが決まって煎餅(せんべい)を焼いてくれましたよ。みんなでパリパリって音をさせながら食べるのは楽しかったな。ありがとう、禰豆子。しんみりしてる場合じゃないよな。次回、第二十話『寄せ集めの家族』。十二鬼月に俺は勝ったのか？」

Tanjiro “Konshuwa, Kamado-keni kansuru Taisho-koso-koso uwasa-banashi. Omatsurino ato-niwa, tosanto kaasanga kimatte senbei’o yaite kure-mashitayo. Minnade pari-paritte oto’o sase-nagara taberu-nowa tanoshi-kattana. Arigato, Nezuko. Shinmiri shiteru baaija nai-yona. Jikai, dai nijuwa, ‘Yose-atsumeno Kazoku.’ Juni-Kizukini orewa katta-noka?”

Tanjiro “This week, I have a Taisho secret about the Kamado Family! After every festival, Father and Mother would always toast rice crackers for us. It was fun to eat them while making the cracking sound. Thank you, Nezuko. This isn’t the time for feeling sad. Next, Episode 20, ‘Pretend Family.’ Did I beat the Twelve Kizuki?”

*Orange-colored sentences are my translation, since I couldn’t find real ones in You Tube.

(Continue to episode 20)

[keybladeempire]

I was looking into the Luxord is the player theory. And since they changed Shion to Xion for her name to fit. I thought they did the same with Luxord. So I searched Lushord. And the first thing that popped up surprised me ...

Wait, anon! Don’t leave me hanging-

This is... This is some advanced slang.

Can this mean Luxord is cannonly homosexual?

And if the theory of “Luxord is the player” is true then that means...

We are all gay

[ushiwakaout]

WARNINGS: age gap, student x teacher (platonic then romantic) SPOILERS FOR MANGA CHAPTERS 280+

probably really bad spelling

Ok bitches, it’s midnight and my mind is ROLLING.

This obviously has to do with bakugo. I’m a bakugo kinny so don’t @ me plz.

I really do be thinking that he’d fall in love with his teacher. But like let me explain.

You’re one of his teachers but you aren’t a hero, 100% a vigilante bc you don’t believe in the Hero morals bc you think they are a little twisted. You’re the only teacher in UA who’s not a “real” hero, personally i think Aizawa is a vigilante bc in the beginning we see that he doesn’t like Toshinori and i think it has to do with his Hero ways.

ANYWAYS, getting out of pocket here.

After the UA festival you have a big soft spot for bakugo and midoriya (especially bkg but don’t tell deku). One day he accidentally fell asleep in class bc he’s been having nightmares and you notice. Ofc you do- he’s basically your kid smh. You don’t even bother to wake him and you threaten the ones who try, especially denki and mineta. Your quirk revolves around blood manipulation but u can make it into a physical form (i guess like elsa but w blood/ u can manipulate not just yours) So when they try to wake up bakugo you just put two scary blood creatures beside them and they threaten them for you. If class is over and he’s still asleep, deku looks a little worried but you pat his shoulders and let him know it’s okay.

not you waking him up with a blood figure bc your scared of him 😔 just a lil

he obviously wakes up startled with the blood beside him, unknown to you, it reminded him of the Sludge villain. you rush to his side and start to apologize, stroking his hair but he just slaps your hand away. He’s not used to this type of affection. “Bakugo.... Are you sleeping alright?” He obviously doesn’t crack under the first attempt and decided to leave, calling you an old hag nun the less. He’s muttering “Why should you care?” and “Mind your business old hag.” Mind you, youre only like 7 years older than he is. (Bakugo is 16, aka the oldest of the class making you 23, one of the youngest teachers too) You only stop him seconds before he’s out the door to let him know that he can talk to you when he wants to. Obviously flips u off bc he doesn’t see you like an elder like Aizawa or All Might.

The fourth time Bakugo is distracted or falls asleep, he slips up. You wake him after Iida complained to you about not waking him up, low key threaten him too- u know that he almost murdered stain 💀 shuts him right up. You stroke his hair this time, trying to be gentle and not startle him like last time. You ask if he’s okay again and that’s when he slips up, “Just nightmares n stuff...” He is NOT fully awake or conscious, so he kinda frazzled up again and we are back to our regular program of Bakugo barking in your face to mind your business. But you don’t expect him to say thank you right before he walks out the door. You’re like ????? that’s new.

It’s probably the last time bakugo falls asleep is when he starts developing a crush on you. You run your hands through his hair again and he kinda rubbed into it like a cat being pet behind the ears. Both of you are like 👁👄👁

He BOLTED. No way he had just developed a crush on his teacher. No fucking way. Try’s to distance himself from you. Doesnt sleep in you class anymore. Doesnt ask you for your help or anything. You don’t mind since it seems like he’s getting by better than he was before.

But when he gets captured by the LOV and youre at camp w aizawa as extra help and you don’t see bakugo back with the rest it’s like a piece of your heart was ripped out. ( BTW in this point in time the feelings you have for bakugo ARE NOT ROMANTIC, it’s kinda like Eri and Aizawa situation, you unintentionally took bakugo under your wing and care for him a little bit more than the rest)

You don’t sleep until you find him. You’re at the press conference and you’re blood begins to boil when they said bakugo would become a villain. You spoke over Aizawa “I can assure you that you can drop those theories and accusations of my student. Bakugo Katsuki is talented and strong willed. What you saw during the festival was a mier fragment of who he really is. He’s a good kid who wants to be the number one hero one day... he wouldn’t give that up to be a villain.”

“And how do you know this fire sure, (hero/name)”

“I know my student better than anyone.”

When you hear that Midoriya, Iida, Momo, Kirishima and Todoroki went on a rescue mission to save Bakugo- you freak out. You paced all night until All might won the battle against AFO. Shota called you in the middle of the night to let you know that Bkg was gonna be in the hospital for the night. You rushed over there and once again your blood began to boil- you overheard the converstantion with him and his mother. Her calling him weak. What kind of mother was she?

you purposely walked in, “Oh sorry... You must be the Bakugos, I’m H/N- his teacher.” Mitsuki shook your hand and so did Masaru. You guys chatted a little before they left. “Your fathers such a sweet guy... how’d he end up with your mom?” Bakugo chuckled, “Old hag basically jumped on him at work.” You two chuckled together.

A very long chat between you too happened. More on how he was feeling and how you worried about him. At this point Bakugo knew that he could confide in you... He looked down at his lap and he began to sniffle. Something you where NOT expecting. “It’s all my fault... All might lost his power because of me... Becahse i was weak.” You heart ached for him UGH. Taking his hand in his, “Bakugo you are not weak... You’re the strongest kid I know. This isn’t your fault. If anything it’s mine... I couldn’t protect you kids fast enough... I’m sorry.” Caressing his cheeks. “It’s getting late. Get some sleep bakugo.” Youre about to let go of his hands but his grip gets tighter. “Don’t make me say it old hag.” He mutters before you chuckle a little and sit back down. You fall asleep you head on the edge of his bed, still in your chair while he finally began to drift to sleep. Your hand now in his.

When he figured out Deku’s secret he has one condition. “We tell L/N”

Deku’s like ??? “You mean H/N??? But kacchan!”

“No buts deku! We tell L/N or i tell everyone.”

“All Might! Do something!”

“I trust her”

“HA! Stupid deku!”

Bakugou’s kinda excited to tell you while y’all have tea and discuss Deku’s quirk but your sipping your tea when they tell you and your like “Oh, yeah i kinda figured that out myself... You guys are really bad at hiding a secret.” Bakugo calls the irresponsible and the rest is history 💀

Also you side intern w a 1-B student Shiozaki bc y’all have manipulation quirks and he gets mad jealous 💀💀 also hates that u intern w Vlad King and hang out w Hawks WAY TOO MUch

If he’s ever around you guys and Hawks starts flirting OH MAN bakugou with start to bark.

Hawks is the first person to notice his crush and he tells you and your like “Pft BAKUGOU?? You’re crazy!” but then you low key begin to notice small things that you didn’t before and your like oh- Oh shit.... this ain’t good

“Bakugo, have lunch with me will you?”

Denki and mineta make dirty jokes and you slap both of them w your shadows before the exit class.

You’re both mid into your bento box as you just blurt it out “Do you fancy me Kacchan?” yes u intentionally call him kacchan bc he chokes on the spici bento u made him. “Oh wow... hawks was right...”

“WHAT DID THAT BIRD BRAIN TELL YOU”

“Just told me you had a crush on me... Didnt believe him until now...” You eat a little more bento and just put it down bc ur don’t like the tension in the room. “Bakugo you know nothings going to happen between us right? You’re my student and i care about you. I obviously favor you but that’s all it’s gonna be.”

“Watch your mouth old hag. I’m 18 in two years, let’s see if i don’t come back and bite you in the ass.”

you burst out laughing and he just barks at you for laughing at him. “You will not my dear bakugo. Unless you graduate top of your class, turn 21 and make an image for yourself, then we’ll talk.”

“Mmm i promise ima gonna follow you till u love me too, L/N.”

“you’re disgusting, eat your bento.”

SPOILERS FOR MANGA CHAPTER 280 and ONGOING

You’re horribly injured. Gashes and blood spilling from your wounds as you watch Midoriya fight a battle alone with Shigaraki. Bakugo is sitting you up between his legs, making sure you don’t pass out. Your blood isn’t regenerating your wounds like it usually would. Your body has its limits and you’ve almost passed them.

But when Aizawa goes out cold, Deku claims Nanas float quirk, it’s up to you and Endevor to keep everyone safe, even if your body is screaming at you to sleep and rest.

There’s a moment when you see bakugo look at you when he sees that his child hood friends is in grave danger. “Don’t... BAKUGO!” He’s already in the air and your blood whips aren’t fast enough to move them. Shigaraki is faster and pieces through his chest and abdomen... It’s like you could feel it. “NO!!BAKUGO!!!” Everyone around you can hear the horror in your voice as you push yourself up in the air w the rest of your energy and catch him in your arms before anyone else does, but your body feels limp, luckily enough Todoroki Shoto is seconds behind you and catches the both of you safely.

At this point you can’t even tell who’s blood is on your hands. “You idiot.... Damn it ... Hey, hey you’re alright, look at me Bakugo. You can’t leave me too kid.” If it weren’t for your regeneration you’d probably be passed out the way he is right now. “We’re gonna get you to safety alright.... You gotta keep your promise... as stupid as it is.”

The second your feet step into a medical, everyone is looking at the both of you in horror. You tears a falling onto him and you just look like a tired mess. “Please take him. No- No not me, him! He needs help not me, please.” The doctors are quick and they try to help you but you keep screaming that it’s bakugo that needs help and when he’s not in your arms anymore and you see him getting the help you need that’s when your body collapses into the arms of a doctor.

Once everything is over and everyone is safe. You’re the last one out of the group who wakes up, which frightens bakugo. He’s in his room and he’s nagging you at his nurse to let him see you (your legit a curtain over) but she keeps saying that you need rest and blah blah. “Let the kid in nurse.” You croak and bakugo almost falls off his bed to get to you.

he regrets his decision. you look pissed. “You could have died.” was the first thing you tell him when you see him. “Do you know how selfish that was Bakugo? You could have died in my arms? Did you even think about that-

“My body moved in it’s own...”

*silence*

“I had to do something...”

You start tearing up, “get over here you stupid pomeranian.”

After that you watch Bakugo from afar, you give up you job in UA. You felt unworthy to have that position especially when you couldn’t save your student for the second time. Sometimes bakugo calls you and ask where you are while he’s on a grocery run. “I’m a lot closer than you think Kacchan, now get home safely, it’s getting dark.” You hang up in him and follows him back to UA, making use he’s fine.

This goes on for two year until he graduates. He’s taking pictures with his friends and aizawa gives him a box. “What is this?” he shrugs. “She just dropped it off.” He walks away leaving bakugo confused.

He opens the box and it’s a picture of you and him that Toshinori may have taken while you laughed together eating your bento. Behind the picture, there’s ink w your hand writing “give it back in 3 years” and inside there’s ring hanging on a necklace, he chuckles while reading the next note “p.s i’m not proposing. i just want something else to look forward to other than your presence”

“stupid hag.” he mutters before pulling the necklace over his head and tucking it into his graduate uniform. his hand is over the necklace and you see his smile from the top of the UA roof. When he looks up, he sees you. You smile softly and disappear when he blinks- he was afaid that would happen.

the next three years go by a lot quicker than he realizes. He’s interning under the agency you created w hawks but your no where to do seen. You’re never. in office.

and when april 20th hits, it’s the first time people see you in the office in three years and you go directly to Bakugos cubicle. You place a white box in front of him and smile “Happy birthday Dynamight.” His eyes widen when he locks eyes with you. Your hair is different, you look more like a woman than you did 5 years ago. he’s speechless and u just chuckle and roll your eyes. “My necklace, Kacchan.”

“I want my birthday present first.”

“What are you talking about, the box is your present now hand over my neck-“

“that’s not what i’m talking about.”

“the what-”

all eyes are on you two when pulls you into a kiss that he’s been holding onto for five years. “This necklace is mine now, just like you are. I promised you didn’t i?”

[wovenstarlight]

YWBK update: chapter 25 + liner notes

yesterday will be kinder has updated! you can read chapter 25 here, or start from the beginning here

okay, on to notes and commentary! first time i’m doing these, let’s hope this works out. commentary under the cut to save people’s dashes

Hamin laughs. “Given how bad you are at not being suspicious, that’s understandable.” “Oh, come on, I’m not that bad.” Hamin screws up his whole face in a squint. “Okay, so maybe I’m a little bad.”

this part was really funny to me when i wrote it because i was like “hmm reasons for DHM to understand why HHJ wouldn’t work in the guild” and then i was like Wait. Their Whole First Meeting, Dude. DHM was lowkey convinced for the longest time that HHJ was like, on the run from the KR version of the mafia, and got plastic surgery to look like his little brothers, and is possibly in some sort of witness protection program??? or something??? how else does he not have cops on his ass this man is so suspicious all the time

“I don’t think… They said the dungeons were, like, different worlds? Did they find people there?”

mafia theory second place. dungeon theory first place

“Like, humans? Um. No, no humans.” “So then you can’t be from there. Okay.”

dungeon theory shot down. mafia theory back in the running

“Hey,” he says cautiously. “I’m— I’m gonna go get us some water, okay? Why don’t you… take a minute.” “Okay.” “The bathroom is over there, if you need it.” “Okay. Thank you.”

after four years working alongside a guy you start to notice when he’s feeling a little out of it and needs a bit of a break... but as JHW mentions later you also learn to be a little subtle about giving him one

jung heewon What’s with your typing? It reads like Jihye’s [HYJ]’s fine. Very energetic Too energetic? He’s going to burn out. How do I make him calm down

Epic Burnout Man makes a reappearance! when translating sclass one of the things that makes me want to shake HYJ most is his habit of constantly adding things to his to-do list while he already has 1 billion things on his plate. and all the time he’s whining about “UGH there’s SO MUCH WORK to do” No One Asked You To Do It

Anyway. the point is. HYJ isn’t about to be beat by HHJ at Developing Issues 😔

jung heewon I haven’t spoken to him directly about this because if he’s anything like you he’ll take it as an insult You wtf whts tht supposed 2 mean quit typing jung heewon Better not say shit, mr “No, I can’t take days off and cater to my interests or go out with friends or on a date, I’m too busy taking care of the kids and making sure their needs are met, no I don’t care that there are thousands of people out there balancing personal enjoyment and romance and work AND kids at the same time, are you suggesting I be a BAD GUARDIAN to MY KIDS?”

see above re: not being too direct with pointing out when HHJ’s having Issues because he doesn’t react well

You wht but our eyes r fine jung heewon Even if having glasses doesn’t run in the family, you should still get him checked, just in case

top 10 funny time travel moments: referring to you and your past self as “us” (our = my eyes are fine), but other people think you mean “our family” (our eyes are fine = no family history of long/shortsightedness)

Also. Sooyoung-ie says hi [Attachment: 20XX1213_144516.jpg] 

ok no lie this was one of the parts that pissed me off the most, even though it’s Literally One Line, because. i love chat exchanges. i really do. when done right they’re a lot of fun to read. But Do You Know How Long It Took Me To Figure Out A Calendar For The Events In This Fic. now everything’s TIMED i have to count HOW MANY DAYS IT’S BEEN since XY event so i can CORRECTLY NUMBER the FILE ATTACHMENTS!!! this sucks!!! it took me fucking forever to pin down a timeline just so i could write this chapter plus the few before and after it!!!!

anyway i gave up when i reached year. i just put 20XX. fuck it. we are running on fairy tail time now. (actually i think that’s XXnumber number? XX76? or was it X796. something like that. Who cares i stopped watching fairy tail forever ago)

Fuck it! Hamin will understand!! “If you Awaken you should come work with me,” Han Hyunjae says all in a rush. 

“HAMIN WILL UNDERSTAND” => he literally was cool with me giving zero context for half a dozen absolute balls to the wall nonsense bullshit things i’ve done before. he’ll be fine with this too. dog_in_burning_house_this_is_fine.png

“You already know about the guilds, those are going to be for dungeon Hunters, but I was thinking of forming something like an independent group of contractors. Awakened people with skills that aren’t useful for combat, but that might… that will be generally useful. It’d be you and me, and maybe one other guy I met recently. Probably more in the future.”

given that HHJ has no idea currently that peace exists (i’m so sorry baby i’ll find a way to shoehorn you in soon i miss you so much) he’s got no intentions to start a kiseungsu business yet! he mostly wants to live quietly while just acting as a manager for other Awakening-related services, like YMW’s forge and DHM’s tracking service, along with the information exchange/lowkey spy ring that he’s planning on setting up with JHW and the bar. since HYH is fine associating with him in this timeline, HHJ’s thinking he can get a foot in the door that way, then eventually spread out into dealings with most major guild leaders

RIP to this plan. you were well-made but you will not last long.

“Please, I can’t tell you how I know that, I really can’t, it’d put me and my brothers in danger if it got out. But—” “No need.” Hamin looks slightly alarmed, and Han Hyunjae feels himself settle at the obvious concern in his eyes.

MAFIA THEORY RAPIDLY RISING TO PROMINENCE??? THIS IS NOT HOW DO HAMIN WANTED HIS GUESS CONFIRMED

“I spoke to the Task Force Head and she said that there’s been discussion about hosting a meeting for the nearby high-rankers, where they’ll announce the guild proposal and see who else is interested in trying it out.”

“they’ll announce” i’m sorry king 💔 you deserved a nap

(OH ALSO FUN FACT choi eunyoung is a canon character, not an OC of mine! she appears in uhhh i think late 140s? 150s? something like that)

“I think there’s… probably only one other S-rank who’s Awakened right now?”

Hehehehehehehehehehehehehhehe

Hamin beams. “No, they’re doing great! Spookie’s taken really well to the new housing situation, but I think Spots might miss the store…”

shoutout to @daemonic-dawn​ for letting me borrow a pet name, love u king. i had a much longer ramble about pet names here but i finished typing and realized it was all entirely off topic so i removed it for convenience

Hyunjae makes an annoyed noise in the back of his throat. “Don’t— I mean.” He huffs, visibly taking a deep breath, and Yoojin frowns reflexively. [...] “Is everything alright?” Yoojin kind of wants to be annoyed at his tone on principle, but he forces his shoulders to relax, matching Hyunjae’s posture. Though he can’t stop himself from being a little short when he answers.

things the brothers have learned in four years living together: getting confrontational often leads to arguments that just fizzle out anyway, so it’s way fucking easier to consciously tone down their combativeness in advance when talking to each other about things they have problems with, instead of screaming their heads off and then having to calm yoohyun down afterwards to boot

“I guess. Whatever.” Yoojin slumps. “Can I…” “Hm?” Hyunjae blinks at Yoojin as he gestures to the spot on the bed beside him, then jolts. “Oh! Yeah, sure, c’mere.” He opens his arms, and Yoojin goes over and flumps on the bed, head in Hyunjae’s lap. Almost immediately, Hyunjae starts stroking fingers through his hair, and Yoojin relaxes into the touch, listening as Hyunjae continues speaking.

cuddles 🥺🥺🥺 sorry i don’t have any other commentary here just. cuddles. extremely and overwhelmingly comforting for a man who spent the better part of 8 years(?) with no major positive relationships, and a kid who spent 12 years of early life basically abandoned by his parents. you had best bet they gave up on not hugging each other 1 year into this whole mess

Yoojin hums in acknowledgement. It’s not like he’d ever let himself get hurt; he has too many responsibilities to his family and friends. If he wants to be good enough to keep up, he can’t afford to fuck up like that. But… hyung will worry if he keeps working so hard. He can slow down a little for him. 

Problems disorder man when will you stop. the way he sees “getting hurt” as an inconvenience and an obstacle to his duties rather than a danger to himself. the way he doesn’t really care if he himself gets hurt, but if it’ll worry his family, then it’s a no-no. it’s just. wow. i know i wrote this but i hate him

“Not really. I talk to Myeongwoo about it sometimes.” “Ah, right, Myeongwoo.”

haha gays

“Don’t be weird about him,” Yoojin warns[...]. “I won’t, promise.”

if the “i won’t” line had a dialogue tag it’d be “Han Hyunjae lied”

“Is Eunwoo still in his relationship?” “Mhm, happy as ever. Apparently they’re trying long-distance, now that Eunwoo’s gone off to university abroad.”

three guesses for who eunwoo’s dating and you won’t need the first two

Hyunjae raises his hands like he’s going to deny the accusations levelled against him, so Yoojin seizes him by the collar and shakes him until he cries for mercy

oh my o/rv ass struggled so bad with not writing “shakes him like a man betrayed” here. it killed me not to. but in the end i prevailed (against, uh, myself. don’t think about it too hard.)

“Jeez, okay, he’s an F-rank!” “Eh?! Then why—” “He’s also got an SS-rank potential skill,” Hyunjae admits[...].

play-by-play of this scene because god if i draw any scene in this fic it would be this one just for the sheer hysterical nature of HYJ’s reaction:

YOOJIN: I HATE YOU WHAT THE FUCK WHY. TELL ME HIS RANK

HYUNJAE: HE’S AN F

YOOJIN: WHAT? WHAT THE FUCK?

HYUNJAE: he’s also got an SS-rank skill,

YOOJIN:

[vixenpen]

Hawks’ Harem (Fan Club adventures pt.1)

It started off innocent. It really did.

“Have you guys ever seen some of the stuff our fan clubs say about us in those groups?”

“Tell me about it, down right filthy.”

“You think that’s something, you should see the art.”

“Bruh no way, if I see one more pornographic picture of me and boss man, I’m gonna lose it.”

Keigo’s ears had pricked at the sound of his name.

“What about me and porn?”

“Oh nothing,” his sidekick known as Bullseye grinned, “Falcon here was just talkin’ about all the super hot yaoi porn your fans drew of you two.” He slung an arm around Falcon and shook his friend teasingly.

Keigo chuckled.

“What did I tell you guys about indulging the fans and their shenanigans? You’re gonna mess around and get more than you bargained for.”

“I use a dummy account,” Bullseye shrugged, “and it’s not like I do it all the time. I just drop in time to time to check it out. It’s good for kicks or a quick pick me up! Hey, who doesn’t like a little self indulgent ego stroke every now and then.”

“Whatever man,” Keigo snorted, “all I know is, when that slash art ends up scarring you for life, it ain’t covered in your medical insurance.”

“Pain and suffering!”

“Hawks Hero Agency isn’t liable for self inflicted injuries.”

He and his sidekicks had joked about it for a few more minutes before eventually ordering a new round of drinks.

And that had been that.

At least it was supposed to be.

Until curiosity killed the cat-er-bird.

Keigo had honestly never really engaged with social media. In that way, he was totally different from his peers, who were pretty much the social media generation.

Keigo did little more than post and collect memes,troll his friends, and occasionally double tap a kind comment on his posts or picture.

Aside from that though, he steered clear of any hero worship-y sectors of the Internet. It was weird seeing all the gushing praise and frankly misplaced, in his opinion, admiration.

If these people knew half the shit Keigo had done for the sake of his ‘heroism’ he was sure they’d be singing a different tune.

But one bored night on the roof of his penthouse, his mind wandered back to that random happy hour conversation with his sidekicks.

He mulled it over for a few minutes.

Maybe just a peek. It couldn’t hurt.

He kept it light. He googled: ‘Hawks fan club.’

The results were fairly benign. Cute even.

Look at him guys 🥺🥺🥺 just look at him

>///< his cheeks look so pinchable 🤏

A wild birb boi has been spotted

They had inserted a pic of Hawks eating a free chicken skewer from one of his favorite vendors in Musutafu.

Babiiieeee 🥰🥰

He chuckled.

Ok, this is cute. A little weird, but cute and harmless.

He scrolled on.

There was fanart, fan fiction (which he didn’t feel brave enough to read yet), theories, forums, cosplays (not bad. Little crooked on the eye markings though...)

Am I actually having fun with this?

He thought.

Hawks’ Chickadees? What’s this?

“Eighteen plus, huh? Well whatever it is, it’s spicy, apparently. Alright, let’s check it out.”

Hey u guys ever wonder what Hawks would look like with a brow wax and no eye markings?

Like A basic bitch

Keigo snorted.

*inserted image*

I shopped to the best of my ability.

Thanks I hate it 🙃

NO! GOD NO!

Cursed image!! Take it away!!!!!

mY eYEs!

Take it away!!

So we all in agreement that our bird daddy is perfect just the way he is?😌

Aye!

Aye!

Aye!

Keigo chuckled. “Cuties.”

Sooo, guys. Random dirty thought.

👀👀👀👀👀

Let’s hear it!

Ok, so Hawks fucking u in an alleyway during his patrol

🥵🥵🥵

OH YES D-

Hawks shifted in his seat with a small nervous laugh.

“Well, chickadees. Getting to the eighteen plus right away, huh? The HSPC would pluck me and hang me outside the building for a stunt like that.”

But wait, he rescues you and you offer him a blow job in the alleyway

🙈🙈🙈 OMG 🙈🙈🙈

But wait, he enjoys it so much he invites you to his agency to fuck him in his office

Akskakdkskdksk

I can’t I—

Plz stoppp

Blowing Hawks under his desk

He eats me out on his desk😩😩👅

Hawks bending me over the desk and pounding my pussy👄👄👄

Who does this belong to?😈

U daddy🤤🤤

Damn right😈😈😈

Y’all have to be super quiet in the alley!

A heat rose in Keigo’s cheeks. Well this had certainly escalated quickly.

“That, uh, that seems like enough of this for tonight.”

As he went to shove the phone back in his pocket, notifications lit up his screen. It seemed his chickadees weren’t quite done fantasizing.

U think Hawks is good at giving head?

“I’d like to think so,” he muttered to himself. Despite himself, his amber eyes remained fixed on his phone screen, curios about what the other ‘chickadees’ has to say about it.

Idk. Man exudes big dick energy🍆

I would hope so

I think so

He too cocky. I think he’s a pillow princess

Omfg pillow princess Hawks

He loves getting his ass eaten

Cock rings🧚🏽✨✨

Vibrating butt plugs 😩🧚🏾‍♀️✨

He devours the 🐱

And the 🍆

And the 🍑

Slurrrppp💦💦💦

I meeeeannn I volunteer as tribute to find out if Hawks can eat 🐱

Me toooo

I’ll get in line

He really hadn’t meant to spend the better half of an hour reading the chat...or having to stop himself from correcting the chickadees on their, seemingly endless, theories about his sexual prowess.

He really hadn’t meant to find himself blushing as hard as he was right now.

And he definitely hadn’t meant to be palming himself through his joggers as he read the slew of dirty messages and fantasies they threw out.

This was just supposed to be a fun way to pass the time.

And It was fun...

Which is exactly why he had bookmarked the ‘Hawks Chickadees’ group chat.

It’s just a fun little way to pass the time....

[theriverpersonshadow]

Lamia Drama Part 5

It’s ya boi Oozy. Apparently my brain deeply desires to touch on some potentially uncomfortable subjects today. Warnings for a completely made up medical condition - that is NOT meant to depict anything irl and any similarity to such is completely unintentional on my part - being treated with some seriousness as a chronic condition that does impact Oozy’s life.

Also skirts the line a bit between Corny laziness, general Sansitude, and feelings of guilt and depression. And touch starvation. But thankfully the snake DOES get pet in this and he ends the chapter happy ^u^

The Corny species of lamia belongs to @vex-bittys

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           Oozy was laying in his hammock, a thing patched together from whatever they make raincoats from, as almost always. He could get down, but then someone would have to deal with the mess. Besides, one of the staff had gotten him a waterproof phone long ago. The hammock was coated in a layer of slime… as was he. As always. Most people found it gross, but he’d been born with it.

           Despite what some might think, snakes aren’t slimy… usually. He was a rare exception to that. No one could figure out why, it wasn’t anything wrong with him physically… So far as they could tell his soul just thought he was an amphibian or something. Maybe he should join the Kraits, but they didn’t seem overly fond of his weird magic-mucus either (not that they’d ever say it). Heh. But for real, the best theory anyone had was either that he did have some kind of amphibian magic-gene that wasn’t working right, or that for some reason his soul couldn’t process magic quite right, making a sort of buildup of inert magical sludge. Possibly both. So yeah, he was a slimy boy.

           If he showered more often it’d probably be manageable, but then some worker would have to clean up after him on the way to the shower and they’d have to rinse the hammock off too or else there’d be little point in showering in the first place, and if he was taking two or three showers a day, when would anyone else? Plus that’s just a lot of showers. Nah, it’s easier for everyone to just not. Or maybe those are just excuses, but hey, he’s a lazybones, born and bred.

           Oozy sits there in a half-daze, only partly awake as his hammock slowly sways. There was a podcast going on in his ears but he was only half-listening. Somehow he’d gotten from DnD advice to doctors? More likely he just hit a button by accident. Regardless of how he got here, her voice is soothing, even if he probably doesn’t need to know much about orthopedics. It’s enough to make him want to nap…

           Until footsteps come by. He waits for them to pass, but they don’t. He peaks an eye open to see a girl pacing back and forth, occasionally stealing glances at the nursery. Looks like they’ve got a new volunteer. Well, he should introduce himself then.

           “Yo, sup,” Oozy says. He stretches his arms and neck, joints popping, and pushes his upper body up onto the fake-trees holding his hammock up so he can get a better view of her. His nose flicks and he impulsively says, “Ya smell like dirt.”

           “Hmm? Oh, yeah, I work in a greenhouse.” Dear lord she was loud. Not upset or yelling or anything, but she could rival a full grown Papython.

           “Ah, they bring you in to get us more real plants or something? I don’t know if they can have indoor trees though.”

           “Probably not. Most trees aren’t really shade-plants anyways, and even if they were, they can’t grow strong enough without wind.”

           “Really? Huh, weird. But I’ll take your word for it,” Oozy says. He removes a little more of himself from the slimy confines of his hammock, draping himself over the tree and leaning his upper body down so he’s closer to her level. “So, why are you here then? Looking to adopt? I think you’ve gone too far then.” There weren’t many to adopt this far back. There wasn’t officially a “permanent residency” ward or anything, and theoretically anyone could get adopted, but let’s face it, they weren’t going to. They were hidden in the back for a reason, you’d have to be looking for a special case to even reach him.

           “I heard there’s DnD.”

           Oozy blinks a few times, then chuckles, “Well alright then!” Not the answer he expected, but okay. “They advertising it now?”

           “I mean, apparently yeah! Though in retrospect, I think you were expected to come with a lamia…” The girl looked down,

           Oozy shrugged, “Maybe. They have community events now and then and stuff.” Or maybe they were trying to get some of them out of there. No reason it couldn’t be both.

           The girl nodded. “So, uh… I followed someone, they had gold teeth? The DM. Then one of the cobra ones wanted me to leave, and, uh… Should I go?”

           Keith had taken her to the nursery, hadn’t he? “Nah, Keith just did something dumb. Whatcha thinking of playing?” He was curious how she was going to be worked in. They pretty well had their bases covered already. Red was the Tank and melee fighter, Trousle was the party face, Nikolai had healing and support covered, Liam was the other party face who really liked fireballs (freaking sorcerers), and… Well, Oozy himself was mostly just there to goof around. He’d made a ranger and had an Giant Owl (maybe not on the list, but Keith was nice enough to give him an upgrade since rangers were kinda bad in 5e) as his animal companion. The “hoo” jokes flew left and right! What could he say, him and his Giant Owl, Hoodini, were birds of a feather.

           “I mean, I figured I’d see what you guys already have? Warlocks are one of my favorites – patrons are basically built in lore – but Druids are a mood and Martials can be fun too. Sometimes you just wanna smash stuff with a big hammer, y’know?”

           “Mood.” Oozy said. “Well, we could probably use another full martial, but ask Hux, that’s sorta his thing, y’know?”

           The girl nodded. “Sounds good.”

           “Heh, yeah. Name’s Oozy by the way. Who are you?”

           “Alex.”

           “Nice to meet ya Alex. I’d shake your hand, but, well…” He held his hands up, shrugging. A drop of slime hit the floor.

           “Are you okay by the way? You’re kinda…” She made a vague hand motion, squirming in place.

           “Eh, I live with it. Called Oozy for a reason, y’know?” Oozy said.

           “… can I touch it? Or you? Both?”

           Oozy blinked a few times, surprised. “Uh… sure? If ya want?” He crawled a little further down, looping around the tree to keep himself stable. The girl’s hand reached out and touched his head. It was rather nice, actually. He found himself leaning into it, the gentle strokes feeling warm and tingly despite her hands being cold. Might as well enjoy it while it lasts, right? His tail relaxes some as he sinks into the feeling, eyes shutting.

           …

           …

           …

           Well, if she wants to keep petting him, he’s not going to stop her. This feels great. Hopefully she’s not just trying to be nice, but she seems pretty wrapped up in it herself, running her fingers through the layer of goo that had built up and down to the bone below. Oozy was vaguely aware that he was dripping all over the floor (and probably on her shoes, but they were caked in dirt and scuffs anyways), but y’know what, it was someone else’s problem. He started to reach out instinctively, wanting to wrap around her and cuddle, but she drew back.

           “Uh… sorry. I don’t really like my clothes getting wet… It’s really uncomfortable.”

           Something in him deflated, soul feeling heavy, but he put on a lax smile and nodded, “Eh, don’t worry about it.” Just keep petting him, please…

           “It’s alright. Heh, it feels kinda cool, y’know? Maybe not exactly like slime, but, like… It’s fun to play with.” Pause. “That’s a weird thing to say, huh?”

           Oozy snorted, “A little, but I ain’t gonna complain.”

           “Can I…?” She pointed to his tail.

           “Go for it.”

           Her fingers stroked down the length of his scales and he shuddered. It didn’t feel bad or sexual or anything, but it’d been a while since anyone had stroked him. Dear lord how did he go so long without this? He wanted nothing more than to wrap around her in a full body cuddle, to just run fingers through her hair and vice versa, to just get any kind of physical contact from someone. He was starving for it. Tears sprung to his eyesockets but he blinked them away before she could see. It was just so nice…

           “Thank ya,” he whispered, voice coming out choked.

           “Are you alright?”

           “Yeah… Yeah.” His soul felt a little lighter and he smiled in earnest, “Heh, feels good to get some of this off me.” Maybe he should take a shower today… The floor was a mess anyways after all. But it’s fine, it’s tile. It’d mop up. “Thanks.”

           “No problem. I think you feel cool.”

           “I mean, I am a reptile.” He snorted at himself, finally just saying fuck it and crawling down to sprawl on the floor like a limp, happy noodle. “I mean, probably.” There was a slight chance he was an amphibian after all.

[hhuta]

(3D lbqfm anon) y'know after reading ur post on it i realized i a) subconsciously noticed the de-gaying and that's probably why i didn't like it and b) somehow didn't notice ANY changes despite the fact that I watched the two versions less than a week apart,,, i thought it was just the new cravat (tho i still don't like it. the old one was better) | also,,,, is it too much trouble to ask why u don't like the 3D assassymphonie? guessing smtg to do w the women | also ur opinion on 3D vaec?

where do i start with miss l'assasymphonie.. btw u can watch the video of the two versions side by side here. and my rant got wayyy too long so ill talk about VAEC in another post ldkjasl

tw: self harm/suicide mention just to be safe

im going to start with minor differences that make me prefer the 2010 version but not hate the 2011 one

first of all his dramatic soft gay sappy ass touching his heart when talking about mozarts music i like that a lot :(

then when he sings "killing out of spite everything i create" he metaphorically stabs himself in 2010 but not in 2011

and i love the first version because its a nice and subtle parallel between how mozarts music makes him feel like (lbqfm) vs how his own music affects him (l'assasymphonie) as i pointed out here before. this is on different levels !! the fact that in lbqfm its his inner gay demon stabbing him, representing mozart(s music) and in l'assasymphonie he stabs himself..... bc he is killing what he creates and what he creates is part of himself... so this isnt about him wanting to kill mozart its about him being self destructive... this is crazy this is just one gesture and i can go on and on about it and honestly my rant will only get more insane.

later he grabs the knife at different moments and in different ways and i think the 2010 version is more dramatic and impactful. the editing helps too, it really made me jump, its all done at the right time. but honestly both are valid to me; i feel like in 2010 hes more angry and impulsive, like its the very first time he thinks about doing something like this, whereas in 2011 he feels sad and defeated, like hes going back to a place he fought very hard to get out of and because of this one guy hes back there, but in the end he recognises its his own fault

another minor difference that i think is worth mentioning, and honestly i like both versions, is what he does at the "senseless (or crazy) symphony" part. in 2010 he almost covers his ears cuz obviously it goes along with the lyrics in a literal sense. meanwhile in 2011 its more of a symbolic interpretation? idk how to word it but 2010 feels like hes just talking about his music and the thoughts inside his head making no sense, but in 2011 when he looks at his writs, his veins, its like he is talking about himself as a whole; a being without any meaning, who is losing his mind, and i like that too

and this difference goes on when he talks about the "disconcerting concert"; 2010 feels like hes literally listening to it around him, his performance in 2010 is overall more dramatic lkjslkd, meanwhile theres none of that in 2011, hes too melancholic to be jumping around

here when hes talking about his talent (or rather lack of) u can see how hes more angry in 2010 and sad in 2011 (honestly this corroborates my theory that at the beginning florent played salieri as a legit evil villain but as it went on he added more depth)

anyways so far both versions are good to me now........ the fucking dancers............... i move away from the mic to breathe in.jpg

theres just. so fucking much going on in 2011. there are a shit ton of people moving around, the flashing lights, the constant zoom in and out, the curtains moving the background, im gonna have a stroke????? l'assasymphonie is such a heavy song, emotionally, and florents performance is amazing on its on theres no fucking need to add 100 more elements!??!? it totally takes away ur focus from salieri ....

my biggest problem is with the dancers as u guessed it cuz honestly idk why they are there, i dont understand the need. i get that they are his inner demons, but not the sexy ones, so they are there to represent his inner turmoil and add a chaos element to the performance and a parallel to lbqfm with the whole hands on salieri part, but its way to obvious that it becomes repetitive! inner demons dancing around a character happens way too much on mor; bim bam boum in a way, j'accuse mon pere, la mascarade, comedie-tragedie, si je defaille, lbqfm and now again?!!?!?!?! bitihc dlajsdlkas

and the worst fucking part to me is when salieri goes to kill the female dancer

.....why whY... WHY.. why make the song literal like this!!! this is not what its about??!?! i know she isnt supposed to be A Person, this isnt him being A Murderer, she is him in a way but ?? we already saw him almost killing himself??!!? why repeat that, this is just so unnecessary and it doesnt sit right with me why make him stab a woman!! it makes my blood boil. it takes away all the drama from the other scene, of him with the knife on his wrist, because it is essentially the same!

now lets discuss why i prefer the lost half naked blindfolded men. is it because its gay? yes. is it because of the kinky element? yes. u see how that creates a parallel to lbqfm but in a subtle way? yes thank you.

to elaborate i feel like the 2010 dancers represent his psyche at the moment soooo much better. its not just simply his inner demons haunting him again, making it repetitive.

his is how i interpret it and how it relates to salieri:

the blindfold: god it can mean so much... above all i think its his envy and anger blinding him, making him feel lost and afraid. but it can also represent how salieri is a stern man, he only sees things one way and is blinded to other possibilities, other ways of living. because he is so narrow minded, so used to just following the status quo, he doesnt understand mozart and how his carefree way of life is working for him. he doesnt understand his conflicted feelings towards mozart. he doesnt understand how mozarts music can be so unconventional and yet beautiful, etc etc. his world was shattered and he feels lost because of this one little guy

but honestly i think the intention was to give a shoutout to amadeus lmao which is still cool. they do mention in MOR that mozart can play blindfolded so u can view as a parallel to that too

the lack of clothes: around mozart salieri feels naked but not in a sexy and fun way, in vulnerable and seen for the first time way. imagine how strongly he considered changing his name and moving countries after the whole eh bien, maestro? trop de notes? ordeal..... he was caught off guard in that situation so he let the truth out way too much, but he knows he cant fake it around mozart any other time either

their behaviour: they look afraid, lost, in pain and are constantly falling, getting up, then falling again and being pushed up against the wall by something invisible (to me its mozarts music/influence) and honestly i dont have to say anything else ! its all there !!! it represents salieris emotions perfectly !!!!!

in summary, to me the 2010 dancers dont have a lot to do with the lyrics of the song and i think thats good. they are there to add a new element to it, to let us see inside salieris head, while salieri himself is performing what the lyrics are about. so on the other hand i think the 2011 dancers are repetitive and unnecessary, not adding anything new to the performance

[minyoongijjangjjangmanboongboong]

Sweet Dreams Chapter Six

Lucid dreaming: The process of being aware that one is dreaming. Some researchers believe that in lucid dreaming, the individual may be able to change the outcome of the dream or control their degree of participation in the imaginary (dream) environment.

Description: Lee Eunbyul has been plagued with hellish nightmares since she was a child. Not the sort of nightmares you may be familiar with. There are no monsters to evade, no serial killers to outrun, no auditoriums of classmates in front of whom to stand naked. Instead there is just…darkness. Endless darkness. With professional help, the dreams come less frequently. But after moving away from home to live with her sister, Eunbyul’s nightmare returns, only this time it’s different. This time…she’s not alone.

What would you do if you had the chance to change the outcome of not only your dreams, but your life?

Genre: Romance, Drama, Fluff, Angst, Slow Burn

Pairing: Namjoon x (f) OC

Word Count: 7.2k

Tags: Non-Idol!Au, Producer!Namjoon, Bookstore Clerk!Seokjin, Potter!Jimin, Producer!Yoongi, Dancer!Hoseok

Warnings: Frequent mentions of mental illness, infrequent swearing and mentions of alcohol

A/N: Hey guys! Here’s the newest chapter~ I hope you guys are enjoying this series! I’m really enjoying writing it. This chapter in particular was v fun to write. Anyway, I hope everybody is resting enough these days! Please don’t be shy and send feedback, critique, questions, theories, and comments my way. I’ll be sure to respond to all asks I receive within a day of receiving them!

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Namjoon

“K-i-m-N-a-m-j-o-o-n-.”

I startled a little and rubbed my eyes, squinting at the person who’d roused my attention. Jisoo stood beside my desk, furry brows raised. It had been a few days since he’d bothered to check on me, and seeing the look on his face now I was sure he regretted not coming sooner.

“Been trying to get you to notice for a minute, dude,” he said, patting my shoulder as he raised a mug of hot coffee to his lips. He stared over my shoulder at the monitor before me. “You making good progress with the commercial soundtrack?”

I swallowed hard and stared at the half-finished track on Cubase. Uninspired. The project window was home to several presets from the preloaded packs on the software, nothing like what I’d use at home on my own. It sounded fine so far, or as fine as it could. But there was no heart in it, not really. Instead, it sounded as hollow as it did commercial. I was sure the client would like it. What concerned me, really, was finding the strength to finish it.

“Uh, yeah. Should be done by tomorrow,” I said, and even my voice was lackluster. I pinched my nose bridge and rubbed circles, squeezing my eyes shut.

“You okay?” asked Jisoo, but it was clear from his tone that he was only halfway interested.

“Yeah, fine,” I said, waving a hand. “I’m cool. Just…tired I guess.”

He hummed. “Gotta sleep well if you wanna be a producer.”

I nodded, but couldn’t help but think of Yoongi. He was working as a real producer, and there wasn’t a single night in recent memory when I could remember him going to sleep before the sun rose.

“Thanks, Boss,” I said, offering a smile.

He patted my shoulder. “Take care of yourself, okay? We can’t afford to lose you,” he said with a laugh. It was the uneasy sort of chuckle you give someone when you want them to reassure you.

I nodded. “I don’t have anywhere else to go anyway,” I said as he smiled and walked back out to the floor. I sighed and again pinched my nose bridge.

“Hey,” said Jungkook from his desk, staring at me with knitted brows. “You really don’t look so good.”

I smiled and waved my hand. “Don’t worry about me.”

“Saying that makes me more worried,” he said, resting a round cheek in his hand. “What’s going on with you? For real?”

I inhaled sharply and sighed, shutting my eyes. “Just…I dunno, I feel kinda sick today I guess. Haven’t been sleeping well, and I woke up…forget it, alright? I’m fine.”

“No, keep going,” said Jungkook, and coming from anyone else I might have thought he was teasing me. But this was Jungkook anyway, and he only seemed to know how to be sincere. He kept his eyes on me.

I shrugged. “Woke up kinda sad.”

Jungkook raised his brows. “Huh?”

“Forget it.”

He shook his head. “No reason for it?”

I thought a moment, puzzled. “Well…it’s not like usual, you know? Like when you just feel sad and you can’t really diagnose it,” I said, nodding. “It feels like there’s something really important that I’m missing.”

Jungkook hummed. “Maybe it has to do with work?” he offered, tilting his head with a sigh. “We all know working here isn’t your number one choice.”

I quieted down, staring at the project on my screen with furrowed brow. While I was sure it wasn’t something so simple, that the real cause was still evading me, his words unsettled me. “Maybe…,” I said, shaking my head.

I reached into my pocket and pulled out my cell phone, typing a message as quickly as I could before returning to the track.

Namjoon: Hey, Hoseok. Haven’t seen you in a few weeks. Wanna go to the beach?

Hoseok: huhuhu…u gonna collect crabs the whole time?

Namjoon: …

Namjoon: Crabs are fascinating…

Hoseok: looooooooooooool

Hoseok: nerd

Hoseok: i’m in either way :-D

I sat crouched on the shore, poking my index finger into the little holes I saw along the sand. Every now and then, something would bulge and shift beneath the sand’s surface, a sign of life. Smiling, I worked my thumb beneath one of the bumps.

“I thought I said no crabs,” grumbled Hoseok as he licked his popsicle. The thing was already staining his tongue and lips violet.

I hummed as I grabbed a small crab from under the wet sand. “You did say that,” I said with a chuckle as I smoothed the pad of my finger along the crab’s back. I flipped it over in my hand and presented it to Hoseok. “See this plate right here?” I asked, pointing to the smooth shell of the crab’s stomach. “That means it’s a female!”

“I don’t care,” said Hoseok with a heavy sigh.

He leaned back on his palms, three separate leashes hooked around his wrists. The dogs themselves were behaving well enough. The golden retriever was resting his blonde head against his paw, eyebrows shifting as he looked around the beach. The collie panted beneath the unrelenting sun, laying on her stomach with her tongue lolling out the side of her mouth. And the pug simply sat on Hoseok’s lap, eyes shut.

I set the crab back down and crawled over to where Hoseok sat with his legs extended in front of him, taking up an entire blanket by himself. I smiled and collapsed beside his thigh. “Feels good to get out.”

Hoseok sighed and, with his free hand, gave my upper arm a firm smack. “Because you never get out to begin with,” he scolded.

I laughed. “Not all of us can be dog walkers.”

He rolled his eyes. “You don’t have what it takes,” he said with a sigh, biting off a chunk from his melting popsicle. “Endurance, perseverance, patience, understanding-,”

“Are you saying you have all of those things?” I teased, glancing at him over my shoulder. I laughed as he reached a hand out to hit me again. “Sorry!”

As my laughter died down, I felt Hoseok’s gaze boring into my skin and, uneasy, I turned to face him properly. His narrow eyes seized on me, scrutinizing. “You seem weird,” he remarked with a cocked brow.

I inhaled quick, ready to refute him, but as soon as I met his inquiring eyes my breath escaped in a sigh end I rubbed my forehead. “I’m…not myself lately.”

He patted my back with an open palm. “Anything I can do?”

I shook my head. “I don’t think so,” I said. “It’s been building for a few days. Things just…aren’t settling right for some reason. In my head, I mean.”

“Hm…,” began Hoseok, chomping down on his popsicle as he gazed out at the waves. “I wonder if there’s one cause.”

“Probably not,” I said with a soft smile. “Never is just one thing.”

“Yeah.”

“I’m fine,” I said, nodding once as I swept my eyes out across the glittering ocean horizon. “Honestly.”

“Mhm,” said Hoseok as the pug on his lap stretched, letting out a yawn. He rubbed its back, a fond smile on his face. “You know, dogs are pretty clever.”

“Huh?” I asked, turning to face him.

He chuckled and nodded. “Might not look like it right now,” he said with a pointed look at the panting collie. “But they’ve got shit figured out.”

I smiled. “How so?”

“Well…for one thing, they understand the value of a pack. A close circle to watch their backs,” he said, nodding. “They’re loyal, won’t ever intentionally hurt someone they love.”

“I guess.”

“They’re honest.”

I raised my brows, eyeing him. “Hm?”

He was still stroking the sleepy pug’s back, smiling gently. “They don’t know how to be any other way. They don’t know how to pretend.” He lifted only his eyes to meet mine. “When they’re upset, they can’t lie and say they aren’t.”

I stiffened. “Well…they can’t speak.”

He laughed. “That’s not what I mean,” he said, easily leaning back on his palm once more, watching as sugary purple syrup began trailing down his forearm. “They can’t put on a brave face and go about their day like nothing’s wrong. When a dog’s upset, they howl. And they keep howling until they feel better.”

I exhaled slowly. His words weren’t lost on me. I knew well what he was trying to say. And as I took a look at him over my shoulder, I could see from the way his eyes implored me how deeply he wanted me to understand. I gave a smile and nodded.

“Sometimes you gotta just let yourself howl, Joon,” he said, lifting the dripping remains of his popsicle to his mouth and biting it whole. He pocketed the messy stick — much to my dismay — and patted his legs, moving the pug so he could stand. “What do you say I show you someplace cool?”

Me, Hoseok, and three panting dogs enter a pottery store, I thought to myself as Hoseok began calling for the quaint shop’s owner, like bulls in a china shop. The dogs took to sniffing every crevice and corner they could reach, pushing damp noses against delicate pots, pawing at shelf legs, scratching the many ornate rugs on the floor. I watched with a cringe as the golden retriever began jumping beside one of the organized shelves, likely trying to explore the higher levels.

Hoseok corrected the dog with a soft jerk of the leash and continued calling. “Jimin! Park Jimin!”

“Jesus!” called someone from the back of the shop. From the doorway there emerged a young, wide-eyed, flushed guy with a messy apron and knitted brows. He scanned the floor and saw the pups wandering about, immediately wincing. “Jung Hoseok! I told you to stop bringing the dogs!”

Hoseok laughed and shortened the retriever’s leash, wrapping it around his wrist once more. “They’re behaving!”

“Behaving — my ass,” said the young boy, grumbling as he rubbed his forehead. “If any one of them puts their cute little snouts into any of my vases and knocks it over, you’re paying double.”

Hoseok smirked. “Don’t act like you aren’t happy to see them,” he teased.

Jimin opened his eyes with a sigh, brows still furrowed. “I’d be happier if I saw them outside.”

“Heh,” breathed Hoseok, petting the collie on her head. “Anyway, Jimin this is my friend Namjoon.”

Jimin’s eyes slid over to meet mine and he blinked a few times. “That’s a tall friend,” he remarked. He wiped his right hand on his apron a few times and took a half step toward me to shake hands. I took it with a smile. “Nice to meet you,” he said gently.

I nodded. “Likewise.”

“Now you,” said Jimin, pointing a small, accusing finger at Hoseok. “Didn’t I tell you to warn me when you decide to come over?”

Hoseok rolled his eyes. “Do we have to do that among friends?”

“Shut up,” said Jimin, crossing his arms. “I was in the middle of glazing and now my employee’s gotta do it on her own.”

“You got an employee?” asked Hoseok, clearly surprised.

Jimin paused for a moment before smirking. “Mhm,” he said, smug. “And she’s pretty good too. Really interested in pottery.”

Hoseok scoffed. “Don’t tell me…,” he began.

Jimin raised his brows. “Hm?”

“You didn’t hire her because she’s cute, did you?”

Jimin laughed and patted his leg. “Ah, well…it’s not like she’s not cute,” he began, then sighed and shook his head. “Nah. I just…wanted to give her something to do, I guess.”

The words hit me strangely. Was this employee wandering too? Curiosity began to grow in my stomach. “Anyway,” continued Jimin. “How do you two know each other? I’ve been stuck with you since diapers and I’ve never met your tall friend,” he said, eyeing me sidelong with a smirk.

I cleared my throat. “Uh, I had extended family out here, so I visited often as a kid. He lived near my grandma’s house, so we played as kids.”

“He moved here in elementary school. We were in the same year, so we hung out more,” said Hoseok, waving his hands. “Anyway, if you’d gone to our school instead you would’ve known before.”

Jimin laughed. “I also wouldn’t have been bullied,” he joked. I stiffened. Was that something he could be so nonchalant about? “Gotta laugh so you don’t cry, right?” he asked me once he noticed my reaction. He chuckled. “Ah, but what did you want anyway, Hoseok? I can’t really leave my employee by herself too long.”

“Cheeky,” said Hoseok and Jimin only rolled his eyes. “I figured you could show Namjoon how you make pottery.”

“You want a demo?” asked Jimin, dry.

Hoseok nodded. “Mhm.”

“Right now?”

“Yeah.”

“With no warning?”

Hoseok pursed his lips. “I figured a great potter like you could do it on the spot…”

“Ugh,” mumbled Jimin, running a messy hand through his hair. He glanced between me and Hoseok a few times, jaw locked, before sighing. “Alright, let me tell Eunbyul first.”

“Eunbyul?” I asked, and the name fell off my tongue in a way that felt…familiar.

He nodded. “My employee. She can handle it on her own, but I don’t know if she knows that,” he said with a laugh. “Just give me a second.”

Jimin turned on his heel and jogged back through the doorway in the back and, unable to deny my curiosity, I followed behind and peeked my head in. Although the place was big and fairly organized, there were large pieces of machinery blocking my view of Jimin. But nonetheless I could see the back of a girl’s head, slightly shorter than him, waving dark hair restrained with an old newspaper rubber band. She nodded once and glanced down at the tray of freshly glazed cups in her hands. I couldn’t hear her, but Jimin smiled and gave her shoulder a squeeze. She seemed to sigh before turning and walking quickly to the kiln. With her back still facing me, she set the tray down and grabbed cups in both hands, placing them in the kiln. It took her all of thirty seconds to get all two dozen in, and as she turned and strode toward the vat beside the massive kiln, I watched a few stray strands of hair loose themselves from her rubber band.

I glanced down at my wrist, at the hair elastic I’d nearly forgotten about, and briefly considered offering it to her. But she seemed busy as she dipped chalky cups into the glaze, pulling them out shiny. She set them aside one by one, and there was something oddly confident and precise about her motions. Even the way she used the front of her wrist to push the locks of waving hair behind her ear seemed exact, focused.

Strangely, I found myself envying her.

And, as I watched her back, I felt the unmistakable sensation of an under-the-skin kind of itch, the kind you can’t scratch, even if you try your hardest.

Jimin approached and grinned at me. “Checking out my employee?” he teased.

I flushed and turned away quickly. “I didn’t even see her face,” I said, pouting a little.

He laughed and clapped my shoulder. “Let’s do this demo.”

And it hit me as Jimin began setting up the potter’s wheel and clay. Wordlessly, I sat down on the stool beside Hoseok and the dogs and fished around in my pocket for my phone. I yanked it out and pulled up my photos, scanning them. Sure enough, that photo I snapped at Hyejin’s the other day. The girl with the baseball cap. I saw her, sandy skin barely visible beneath the brim of her hat, Somi’s shoulder in the foreground, the girl drowning in clothes several sizes too big.

“That girl…,” I said, thinking aloud as I stared down at the photo.

Jimin turned his eyes to me and smiled. “Hm?”

“I…I’ve been seeing her everywhere lately,” I said, chuckling.

Hoseok sighed and leaned over his lap to get a better look at the shapeless clay Jimin was beginning to mold. “Make it into Justin Trudeau.”

Jimin paused a moment and squared his gaze on Hoseok. “The Canadian prime minister?”

Hoseok nodded. “Yeah. Do it.”

Jimin sighed and shook his head, not even bothering to respond, as I took turns looking at the photo on my phone and at Jimin’s deft hands working the clay carefully. It was impossible to explain, but the way he moved was inexplicably similar to that girl. Perhaps because she was his employee…

But that didn’t seem right.

It was more that they were both endowed with the same nameless quality.

A precision that only comes from—

“Passion,” said Hoseok in a whisper, leaning over to me.

I flushed, my attention now entirely on Jimin as he molded the clay into the vague shape of a flowerpot. “Huh?”

“That’s what makes Jimin so…,” he began, then chuckled. “It’s what makes him so Jimin.”

I was quiet for a moment. “I see,” I said. I might have been nervous that Jimin would overhear us talking about him if it weren’t for the unwavering focus captured in his eye. He probably wouldn’t have even heard an earthquake. “It’s mesmerizing.”

Hoseok chuckled. “Mhm,” he said. “Reminds me of when we were in high school.”

I raised a brow with a smirk. “How so?”

He hummed. “I remember during study hall, you’d always have your laptop out,” he said, laughing. “Mr. Kang hated it.”

I smiled softly. “Yeah. Told him it was for class president duties.”

“But all you did was make beats.”

I was quiet for a moment. Again, I understood what he meant. It was hard not to with a guy like Hoseok. As kind as he was, he was equally clever. He knew how to say something without saying it. I turned to him and we locked eyes. Instead of speaking, I just nodded my head and offered a smile. He returned it, patting my knee.

“Thanks,” I said as Jimin finished up with the main body of the pot. It was gorgeous, an elegant, long shape that tapered toward the bottom. Looked like the kind of pot you’d put a bonsai in.

“For what?” asked Hoseok, feigning ignorance with wide eyes.

I chuckled, squeezing his shoulder. “Just thanks.”

Cubase. God it had been a while since I’d used it on my home computer.

I sat on the floor in front of the coffee table, staring at the project as evening slowly became night. Yoongi still wasn’t back from work, likely putting in long hours finishing up that big collaboration he’d been working on for months. He wouldn’t tell me who it was with, but his excitement told me enough to know it was big.

I rested my cheek in my hand and sighed, tapping my fingertips against the coffee table. The song was nice, kind of slow. It felt a bit…melancholy but still hopeful. I shut my eyes and thought a moment. Could use vocals.

Quietly, I flipped through my lyric book and paused on a single word. Everythingoes. Written sloppily in the margins of a song I’d never finished. I cocked a brow. Back when I was younger, going to therapy, the doctor had told me something to that effect. Everything goes. Every moment, every pain, every trauma. I sat up straighter. Something about it rolled nicely, both in English and Korean. The lyrics beside it were meant to go with it. Perhaps if I recorded myself with Yoongi’s mic…

I changed a few things around, added some lines where I felt the words weren’t enough, and stewed over it for a long moment.

Everything has to hurt.

That line stood out to me. Silently, I padded into Yoongi’s room and grabbed the mic he kept hidden in the second drawer of his work table. I’d take the scolding later. I fell in a heap once more before my laptop and plugged in the mic. After a few tests, I cleared my throat and began recording the rap. If nothing else, I could find someone else to sing the chorus.

“Like morning comes after night, if summer comes after spring,” I began, and didn’t stop, didn’t stumble. “And every day I stay, because people and pain all die eventually.” I kept going, and even though I was rusty, I could feel some power in it. In the words. “Pray that this wind will pass like all winds do.”

I stopped to catch my breath, pausing the song and pulling the headphones off my ears with a sigh. I patted my cheeks a little, shook my head, and opened my eyes slowly.

But when I looked around, I saw something that hadn’t been there before. More specifically, a darkly clad someone standing with crossed arms beside the arm of the couch. I screamed before I could stop myself as Yoongi crossed the living room floor and sat on the couch beside my head, hunching over his knees to inspect my project with squinted eyes.

“Sounded good,” he said with a nod. I swallowed hard. Without looking at me, he continued. “Can I hear the beat?”

“Ah, uh, it’s still really rough and-,”

He turned to face me with one cocked brow. “Can I hear it?”

I hinged and unhinged my jaw a few times, but he was scanning me and I couldn’t stall long. I clamped my mouth shut and cleared my throat. “Um…yeah, sure.”

I unplugged the headphones and played what I had from the start. “I…I wanna add vocals here,” I said as the song began. “Something kind of…like a chant. Repeating, I think. Like a mantra.”

“Mm,” said Yoongi with a nod, brow low as he listened. I’d have liked if he didn’t listen quite so intently.

“Um…and then here I think I want the piano to get a little quieter.”

“Mhm.”

I nodded and decided to stay silent. He wasn’t giving me any feedback anyway, just listening. Instead, I just sat there like a kid, awaiting my parent to tell me if I did well or not. The song closed and I glanced over my shoulder at Yoongi who by then had his chin seized between his two palms, almost like he was praying.

“So…?” I hedged, eyeing him.

He nodded. “Really good.”

My eyes went wide and I stared at him like I was seeing him for the first time in the dark living room. I could just barely see his lips tilting in a bare smile. “R-Really?”

“I wouldn’t lie,” he said, leaning back with a nod. “Why haven’t you shared your work with me before?”

I stiffened. “Um…well, when we met you were already almost graduated with your degree, and I was just this young kid following you around. I…kinda figured someone like you wouldn’t want to listen to my shit.”

He cocked a brow. “It’s not shit though.”

“I just…I mean, you were a pro from the start, you know? Just…super confident from the beginning. And by the time I started to get really serious about it, you were already working for the label and I was getting recruited by a contract company,” I said, shaking my head. “I figured that alone was enough to show the difference in our leagues.”

“League?” asked Yoongi, brow furrowed.

I sighed. “I dunno. You’re…you’ve always been great. And I’m just…a sound engineer, really.”

Yoongi shook his head. “I’m telling you this because I mean it, alright?” he asked, crossing his arms. “If you got in with the right label, you’d do well.”

I sat up straighter, twisting to look at him properly. But instead, he was staring at my project, still smiling just barely. “Huh?”

“I’m not just saying that,” he said, nodding. “You could be a really successful producer.”

I was about to respond, perhaps pick his brain, perhaps thank him, but my phone began buzzing on the table and I jumped at the sound. Quickly I grabbed it, ready to silence the phone and return the call later. But I saw the name on the screen and paused. Hani. And at this hour…

Yoongi patted my shoulder. “Take the call,” he said, chuckling. “I know you don’t have a choice.”

I turned to stop him, but he was already striding towards his room. He didn’t even mention me borrowing his mic…

Sighing, I slid the phone open and took the call. “Hey…,” I said, and even I could hear that my voice was glum.

“Hey, uh…,” she said, her tone fragile.

I rubbed my temples. “What’s up?”

“It’s…it’s just Sooyoung. The divorce is almost final and they’re talking about custody and she’s kinda caught in, like, the crossfire or whatever. I’m worried,” she said, speaking too fast for me to keep up with.

“Have you talked to her?”

She sighed. “No, she’s not taking my calls. My parents texted me to look out for her, but she hasn’t even seen my texts,” she said. “I’m worried.”

“I understand,” I said gently. “Maybe go home for a few days and spend time with her, you know? Maybe she needs you there.”

“I know I’m just…I guess I’m kinda scared, you know? Like to go to my childhood home and see everything changing…it’s weird,” she said. “God, can I just come over tonight? Like movies or something?”

I stiffened. “Ah…jeez, Hani. I’m…I’m not so sure that’s a good idea.”

“I know, I know. Joon, I’m so sorry. It’s just…I really don’t wanna be alone right now,” she said, voice breaking.

I felt my chest pinch a little. “Hani, why don’t you go home then?”

She sighed. “I told you-,”

“But if you can’t be alone, the best place is home,” I said, staring at my half-finished song. The one that would surely stay half-finished if she came over.

“I think it would be too hard.”

“Then what about your friends? Joohee lives close by anyway,” I said, desperate.

“Joon…,” she began, letting the word die in the air.

I sighed. “It’s not good for me, Hani. I wish you’d respect that.”

“I know. It’s selfish, and I know that. But…I just need to be with you right now, you know?”

“Don’t say that,” I said, pinching my eyes shut. But, to my surprise, my heart didn’t race like it used to. Instead, only annoyance.

“I mean it-,”

“Hani!” I shouted, slamming a hand on the table. I saw there on my wrist that hair elastic. What was it about that thing? “I’ve told you so many times, haven’t I? I’ve told you it’s not healthy!”

“Don’t yell!”

I shook my head, heart pounding now for an entirely different reason. “I’m not yelling,” I said, leveling my tone. “I…Hani, do you have any idea what it’s been like?”

She was quiet. “I…”

“Do you have any idea how hard it was? When you told me on graduation night. The years after. How you knew I knew you were still messing around on me,” I pinched my nose bridge. “I promised myself I wouldn’t make you feel guilty for it. That you yourself felt bad enough. That that would be enough for me too.”

“Joon…”

“But you can’t keep hurting people and expect them to give you the love you need,” I said. “You can’t keep putting me through the pain of reliving everything. It’s not fair.”

She said nothing. For a long time. But I heard the ambient sound of life on the other side of the phone, and I knew she was still there. Still listening, waiting for me to continue. But I didn’t have it in me. I’d said it. I’d finally howled.

“I…I don’t know what to say, Joon,” she said finally.

I nodded. “Me either.”

“I…can’t we meet up and talk this out in person?”

I exhaled, long and slow, and shook my head, eyes falling to the hair elastic on mu wrist. “No, Hani.”

She sighed. “Namjoon…”

“Go home, okay? Do it for Sooyoung,” I said before ending the call and tossing my phone onto the couch behind me.

Quietly, determined, I pulled my headphones back up around my ears, straightened my sweatshirt, and got back to work on the song.

“Namjoon!” someone called as I opened my eyes.

I didn’t even have a chance to react, because the girl who’d called for me had already wrapped her arms around my waist, burying her head in my shirt. It was familiar, this scene. Looking down at the top of a strange girl’s head in the middle of the darkness. Feeling her arms tighten around me. I might have resisted, might have pulled away, if I didn’t feel that same itch beneath my skin as I had watching that employee earlier today.

“Eun…Eunbyul?” I said, testing the name in my mouth.

She stiffened and pulled away, and once our eyes met the memories returned. Everything. Unwillingly, tears welled in my eyes and everything made sense. That wistfulness I’d been feeling all day, the sense of profound melancholia. After leaving the dream the night before, being so close, seeing something so painful, and having not even a spare second to console her…

Instead of saying anything, I swept her up in my arms again and let my head fall into the crook of her neck. She held tight too, like I might slip away if she didn’t keep her grip strong. She smelled like strawberry shampoo and the faint, barely-there scent of clay.

She breathed a shaky exhale and nodded against me. “I’m so fucking happy to see you,” she said softly.

I nodded, unable to summon words for a moment. “I…I saw you again today. At the pottery place.”

She nodded. “I saw you too. Walking away with Jimin.”

“I wish I would have gotten a good look at you,” I said.

“Me too…”

“I’m sorry.”

“Me too.”

We stayed that way, embracing, for a moment that felt endless. Eunbyul was the first to break away, adjusting her glasses as she did. She sniffled a little, rubbing beneath her nose, and averted her eyes. Neither of us said anything, but it was clear something had shifted between us. Our relationship…whatever it was…was changing.

“Let’s…let’s do something fun tonight,” I said with a nod.

She smiled softly, pushing her hair from her face. She nodded. “I’d like that.”

Gently, I took her hand and shut my eyes. I tried to remember every detail of the place, every lamppost and vendor’s booth. I tried to conjure the cobbled walkways, the ferris wheel, the lanterns strung up in rows overhead. And when I opened my eyes, it was sunset and we were there.

“An amusement park?” she asked, chuckling. “And…wait, is this in Sangdo-dong?” she asked.

I nodded. “You know it?”

She stared, mystified and wide-eyed, at the park splayed out before her. “Um…yeah, actually. I think I mentioned it before, but…something kind of scary happened to me when I was young. It was pretty nearby here.”

I stiffened. “Shit, I can take us somewhere else-,”

She turned to me and smiled, shaking her head. “Don’t,” she said. “I wanna go on some rides.”

I blinked down at her, at the big sleep shirt with shorts just barely peeking out, at the bed hair, at the flush in her cheeks. And I felt myself flush too. I cleared my throat and began strolling toward one of the coasters.

“Do, uh…do you think the rides will work?” I asked.

She hummed. “I dunno. You’ve never tried?”

I shook my head. “I…also had something scary happen when I was a kid. Here at the amusement park. So I haven’t been back.”

“Oh,” she said, pausing in the walkway. “We can go someplace else.”

I smiled and rubbed circles into her hand. “No, it’s fine. It’s just…the only amusement park I could remember. And I remember it pretty vividly.”

She nodded. “Alright.”

“Here, let’s go on this one,” I said, pointing to the swinging pirate ship.

Her eyes glittered in the sunset as she stared at it. “Whoa,” she said, glancing around. “Who’s gonna operate it?”

I paused a moment and pursed my lips. “You sit down first and I’ll push a button or something.”

“Push a button?” she repeated, laughing.

I rolled my eyes and gave her shoulder a shove with mine. “Maybe two buttons,” I said, shrugging. I released her hand she gestured for her to go ahead onto the ride.

She waved at me over her shoulder and took a seat at the farthest row, the one right by the back of the ship. She bounced a little as she waited for me, smiling in my direction as I examined the control panel. Perhaps because I’d never seen it, I couldn’t quite imagine what it would look like and in its place was just a blank metal podium.

I sighed and rubbed my chin. “I mean…,” I began, talking to myself, “if it’s a dream, I can make the rules, right?”

I shut my eyes and imagined a big red button on the podium, one that would give the start a delay so I could take my seat with Eunbyul. As I opened my eyes, there it was and with a smile I pounded it. Told you, I thought, just one button. I heard the machine whirring up and sprinted as fast as I could toward the entrance of the ship. I bumped my shin on the way down the aisle and Eunbyul suppressed a laugh with her hand. Luckily, just as the thing lurched to life, I fell into the spot beside her with a heavy sigh.

“You ready?” I asked, smiling.

She laughed and nodded. “Been ready.”

I rolled my eyes as the ride began to swing like a pendulum, gradually increasing in speed and height. Soon, we were rocking back and forth, sent high into the air and then hovering, weightless, for a fraction of a second before plummeting back down to earth. Beside me, Eunbyul released a joyful scream, throwing her arms in the air as we swung up and down, back and forth. The wind whipped her hair around, and on each descent she had to squeeze her eyes nearly shut. She laughed as we swung and swung. If she’d let me, I’d liked to have kept sitting there forever, watching her smile and laugh as the pirate ship lurched.

But my brain seemed to know approximately how long a ride should be, and before too long, the ride slowed to a steady stop. Eunbyul, with her hair now windswept and waving and her eyes alight, turned to me with the brightest smile.

“That was so fun,” she said, laughing.

It was the first time I’d seen her with such unbridled happiness, an easy joy in her features. And she was beautiful. I wanted her to stay that way, stay smiling, stay messy, stay joyful.

I smiled. “What next?” I asked.

The two of us traveled through what I remembered of the park. It had been a long time since I’d seen the place, but it seemed the memory was nearly imprinted. After all, it was the last place I’d seen with Dad. I ambled easily by Eunbyul’s side as she explored my memories, and we stopped at nearly every ride. The log ride, the coaster that nearly blew out my eardrums, the haunted house sans actors to play the ghosts.

“Let’s go on that,” she said, pointing at the ferris wheel as it sat juxtaposed against the forever sunset.

I raised my brows. “Oh, sure.”

She turned to me and smiled. “Hey, Namjoon?” she asked, almost shy.

“Hm?”

“Thank you for…you know, taking me here,” she said, laughing lightly. “Lately, I’ve been feeling a little better and I think it’s because I’ve been able to spend time with you.”

“Eunbyul-,”

“Ugh, let’s go before I get sentimental,” she said, waving her hands with a pinched expression. I laughed as she led the way to the ferris wheel.

Once I’d pressed the identical red button and scrambled to join Eunbyul in the closed ferris wheel box, the two of us fell into a comfortable, easy silence. She gazed out the window as the blurry horizon that my mind couldn’t conjure, the place where all the colors blended together. And I watched her, silhouetted against the violent yellow sun as it descended into reds and oranges.

“So…,” I began, watching her keenly. “How do you know that pottery guy?”

She paused for a moment before pursing her lips and offering a shrug. “I met him recently. I was spying on him through the window.”

“Spying?”

She nodded. “Because it looks so nice when he throws pottery.”

I smiled softly. “It was really mesmerizing.”

She turned to me with a smile. “He’s a nice guy,” she said. “I think he believes in me too much.”

I shook my head. “I saw you working today, Eunbyul. You were…really competent. It was like watching Jimin make pottery. I couldn’t look away.”

Her skin went a little red in the cheeks and she cleared her throat, smoothing her palms over her kneecaps. “Well…”

“You’re better than you think you are.”

She sighed, letting her gaze fall. “Anyway, how do you know him?” she asked, letting my eyes again.

I smiled. “My friend Hoseok took me by today. He was trying to…embolden me, I guess. Get me back into my groove.”

“Your groove has been off?” she asked, brows raised.

I nodded. “For a while. I’m…stifled. In a lot of ways.”

She nodded. “And did it help? Seeing Jimin?”

I smiled softly, remembering that song. “Yeah. I…I made a song. For myself. Something I believe in.”

She smiled at me and reached out across the small space between our legs to pat my knee. “Namjoon! That’s amazing,” she said, chuckling. “That Jimin. He’s good, I’ll give him that.” She paused and glanced at me. “Let me hear the song sometime, okay? When we finally meet in real life.”

I swallowed hard and rubbed my neck. Nervous as I was for her to hear it, the offer was irresistible. I nodded. “And…just Joon is fine.”

She stared at me, blinking, before she chuckles breathily and nodded. “Ah! O-Okay. Then, uh…call me Byul, okay?”

“Byul…”

She went red and cleared her throat, laughing again. “God, it’s embarrassing to hear you say it,” she said.

I smiled. “Do a lot of people call you that?”

“No,” she said softly, watching her hands as the ferris wheel rolled lazily toward the top.

“Does that bookstore guy call you Byul?” I asked, unable to stop myself.

She stiffened. “Who?” she asked, then snapped her fingers. “Ah, Jin?”

I shrugged, pouting. “I dunno. The guy who was flirting with you at the bookstore.”

She laughed. “He wasn’t flirting, just…bored,” she said with a nod. “God, I guess…I guess I have a crush on him?” she said, but the way she furrowed her brow made it seem like she was unsure. “But these days, it feels a little different. Like…maybe I don’t.”

I smiled, just a little relieved, and nodded. “I feel the same way with my ex.” Eunbyul’s eyes snapped up to meet mine, wide and brown. “Um…she called tonight. Hani.”

She inhaled as if to speak, but only let it go and nodded. “Oh.”

“I told her she can’t come over anymore.”

I watched her expression change, like she was relieved too, and she exhaled slow. “Good job,” she said, meeting my eyes again with a smile. “That must have been hard.”

I shook my head. “It’s like you said. Like…the way I feel about her is different now. Even in real life.”

“Wonder why,” she said idly as she glanced out the window at the empty park below.

I felt my heart thundering in my chest and swallowed hard. Say it, Namjoon, I thought. Say it now or regret not saying it forever. “I can…think of a few reasons,” I said slowly, watching her for any sign to stop.

She stiffened a little and turned to me with wide eyes. “Huh?” she asked. Surprised, but not disgusted.

Slowly, I leaned across the small space between us so that our faces were close. “Byul, I…,” I began, chuckling as the nerves made my words catch in my throat. “Sorry, nervous,” I said, unable to stop myself from telling her the truth.

She nodded and gently took my hand. “It’s okay,” she said.

I took a steadying breath and met her warm, dark eyes. “I think I have feelings for you.”

She was still for a moment, still holding my hand, before slowly she let her eyes drop and her fingers slipped between mine. It was small, but the gesture felt intimate. And the space between us was charged, trapped in this small ferris wheel box. I knew it was stupid, that there was no way it could work. I knew it would be nearly impossible to meet her in real life if I couldn’t remember these dreams, and I knew that even meeting, even seeing her properly, might not be enough to make me remember. I knew it all. I knew it was stupid, and that this moment was finite and that in the morning I’d forget it ever happened.

But right then, I needed to kiss her.

And so I tipped my chin just enough for our lips to touch. It wasn’t the sort of kiss you see in movies. Passionate and frantic and desperate, hands clawing at each other, panting. No, it was…softer. Gentler. She jumped a little at the contact, but I watched with half-open eyes as she shut her own eyes and leaned into me, her fingers still laced in mine. Tenderly, I lifted a hand to rest along the line of her jaw, touching her just barely. I felt her tilt her head to the side and took the initiative to deepen the kiss, just enough. Smooth and slow, like butter melting in a pot. Smooth and slow.

I pulled away first, hand still holding her jaw, her hair fluttering against my knuckles, and stared at her with heavy-lidded eyes. “Sorry,” I said in a whisper. Everything felt hot, so hot I thought I might pass out if it weren’t a dream.

She shook her head and tightened her grip on my hand. “Don’t apologize.”

“I know it’s really impossible, but…,” I began, but stopped as I felt the pull once more in my chest. “Fuck,” I breathed, resting my forehead against hers.

“I know,” she said with a nod, shutting her eyes with a shaky exhale. “We…we’ll meet. We have to meet, okay?” she said.

I nodded against her forehead and shut my own eyes. Even though I knew it might be a lie, nonetheless I responded sincerely. “We will.”

“It’ll be okay.”

“You’re right.”

She nodded and sighed. “I’ll see you tomorrow night, Joon.”

“See you tomorrow, Byul.”

And in an instant, she slipped away.

[loverontheleft]

Ready to Leap (Chapter 22)

AU with B as a band teacher and reader as an English teacher. Fluff and smut. Chapters 1-21 can be found on my Masterlist.

Brendon x reader. Warnings: language, dirty talk, sex, oral sex, feelings. Word count: 4.3k

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“You want food, baby?”

You shake your head, still breathing hard. “Sleep. Food is probably necessary, but I don’t think I can move, so sleep.” He laughs and kisses your forehead and running a hand down your back. “Goodnight baby,” you murmur, closing your eyes as he whispers it back to you, tugging the covers up over you both.

-||-

“Honey. Y/n.” He nuzzles your cheek, his arm draped across your waist.

“Mmmmmffph.” You groan, rolling over and burying your face in his chest. “Whaaaat?”

“It’s 8am. We’ve been in bed for 9 hours. I’m gonna make breakfast.” Your head shoots up and he laughs. “You want breakfast?” When you nod, he rolls on top of you. “Whatcha want?”

You think for a moment, wrapping your arms around him. “Mmmmmmmmm. Literally anything you make. You’re so good in the kitchen.”

He winks, kissing your forehead. “Yeah, I am.” You laugh and shove him lightly. “I’ll go get food together. You come down when you’re ready, yeah?” You scramble up and scoop his shirt off the floor, throwing it on quickly.

“I’m ready.”

-||-

“Students, students, please!” The poor substitute looks frazzled and she’s been trying to get the room under control for just 10 minutes. “Ms. Milton would not be happy to get a report about your behavior,” she declares and that gets their attention.

“Speaking of Ms. Milton,” Jessica declares, “guess who else was out yesterday and is out today?” Mrs. Crowder, the sub, is trying to talk over her and is failing. She’s too kind.

Brian smirks and leans back in his chair. “Mr. Urie, I’m guessing?”

Jessica nods giddily. Anna leans forward, eyes bright. “Where do you think they are?” Mrs. Crowder has given up, throwing her hands up in frustration. Any other day, the class would be sympathetic and cooperate but today, with Ms. Milton and Mr. Urie being gone, the whispers have been upgraded to full-blown rumors and the rest of the class is sucked in to the conversation. “Because,” and Anna leans forward, eyes bright. “I have a theory.” Caroline rolls her eyes and Anna snaps at her, “Shut up Caroline, it’s a good theory.”

Brittany chimes in. “It is a good theory.”

Anna waves her hand at Brittany, clearly trying to get said good theory out into the world. “I think they’re eloping.” Caroline shrieks. Brian is laughing. Mrs. Crowder is talking again and no one is listening. Anna nods. “It makes sense. I mean,” and she looks at Brittany, “you saw how she reacted when I said I was thinking about kissing Mr. Urie.”

“I’m sorry, what?” Eric leans forward now, giving Anna a weird look. She blushes and waves the comment away.

“She looked like she was going to burst into tears and then everything happened with the lockdown, and I heard it was her ex who showed up, threatening to shoot Mr. Urie if he didn’t back off-“ the sub is protesting and Anna just gets louder, “-and neither of them have been at school since. And we all know they’ve been living together; he drives them both here every morning, the before-school German class sees them arrive and practically devour each other before coming inside. So yeah, I think they’re eloping.” She sits back smugly and Caroline rolls her eyes again.

“Why would they be eloping?”

“Because,” Anna drawls, clearly about to play her trump card, “Ms. Milton is pregnant.”

The room explodes.

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“Hey, B?” You take another bite of French toast and nudge him with your toe.

“Yes baby?” He looks back at you, smiling. “What can I get you?”

“Oh, no, I don’t need anything. I was just just curious…” Brendon arches an eyebrow, encouraging you to go on. You blush. “No, it’s dumb.”

He frowns a little and beckons you over. “Come here.” He holds out a hand and you take another bite before rising and taking his hand. “Closer, baby.” You obligingly take another step towards him. “All the way here, smartass,” he grins and pulls you into his lap so you’re straddling him. “That’s better. Now,” he murmurs, hands running up your thighs. “What’s dumb? Because I promise it’s not, but I wanna hear it.” You shake your head, blushing again. “Milton, so pretty when you’re embarrassed,” he teases. “Don’t make me coax it out of you. You know I’ll be very convincing.”

You laugh, burying your face in his neck. “There’s a part of me that’s a little tempted to hold out just to see how you’ll get it out of me.” He pulls you closer, whispering in your ear and you sigh happily.

“And the other part of you?” He murmurs after a particularly filthy promise, lips curving into a smile.

“Damn, if that’s your offer, fuck the other part of me,” you whisper back, wiggling in his lap.

“Oh Milton,” he sighs, hands sliding up your thighs. “You know I will.”

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“So I think we should throw them a reception-slash-baby shower when they get back,” Anna says with a little clap and Jessica lets out a yelp of glee and Brian jumps.

“Jesus Jessica, warn a guy.” He looks at Anna. “So what do you need from us?” Brittany looks a little stunned. Caroline is speechless. Anna clearly doesn’t know what to say. They hadn’t anticipated any of the guys even wanting to help. “I mean, you said we should throw them a reception. Which means we need to do something. So what do you want us to do?”

Anna sits back in her chair, thinking. “Well, they have the same planning period. We need to get one of them to the other’s classroom...Ms. Milton usually goes to his room I think.” Eric snorts and mutters something about Anna being a stalker. She ignores him. “So if we get Ms. Milton’s second block students on board, they can double back after she leaves and get everything set up in her room. Then we just need to get both of them back to her room.”

Caroline, for the first time, seems on board. She is thinking out loud, but she’s definitely on board. “We just need someone to leave something important in her room second block. They will go to the band room to look for her and get her to come back to her room, and Mr. Urie won’t be able to resist, he’ll go wherever she goes. Boom. They both end up in her room and we are good to go.”

Brian nods. “I don’t have a third block, I intern in the media center.” Caroline gives him a surprised look and he grins. “Shut up, I like books. Anyway, I don’t have a third block. If someone in her second block can keep the door open, or at least unlocked, I can get everything set up.”

Brittany nods eagerly. “I have first lunch, I can help. I’ll meet you in her room.”

Anna is almost vibrating with enthusiasm. “This is perfect. Caroline, you have culinary second block, so can you get a cake into the fridge? You don’t have to get or make the cake, but could you get a cake into the fridge?” Caroline nods thoughtfully. Anna continues. “We don’t need to go all out with decorations but we should do something. Now, do we go with white for the wedding or do we try to guess the gender of the baby?”

Eric chimes in. “We should do white for the wedding. We don’t want to guess at a gender and be wrong. That would be awkward. Besides, they might not even know yet. When can you find out the gender?”

Mrs. Crowder speaks and everyone jumps; they’d forgotten she was there. “As early as 12 weeks but typically 16 or 20 weeks.”

Brittany is running the numbers in her head and she shakes her head. “No, they would have had to be sleeping together since like day one of school for that to work. I don’t think they’ll know what they’re having yet.”

Eric leans forward. “Do we even know for sure she’s pregnant?”

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You’re both naked, only wearing sunglasses, precariously balanced on a pool float, laughing when it tips one way or another and you both shift to keep it stable. “Get closer,” he urges and hitches one of your legs up around his waist. “The closer you are, the less surface area we take up so the less tippy we’ll be or something.”

“Makes sense,” you agree, pressing yourself flush against him and tangling your arms around his neck. “God, you feel good,” you say with a sigh when his arms encircle your waist.

“Right back at you,” he murmurs, kissing your temple. “You’re so soft and smooth and warm, all the time. And wet too, usually,” he adds with a grin. “You wet for me, baby?” Carefully, he hoists you a little higher and you tilt your hips forward so if you’re wet, he’ll feel it against his pelvis. He can tease your collarbone with you up here and when you press against him, he moans a little. “Yeah,” he sighs, rocking his hips subtly. “That’s my girl.”

“You just gonna praise me or are you gonna take care of your girl too?” You tease and he bites your collarbone lightly.

“You know I’m gonna take care of you, honey.” He presses you closer to him so your slick folds envelope his stiffening length and you whimper as he slides along you, lips moving across your neck. “But we’ve gotta be careful, so we stay u-“

The float tips and you give a shriek of surprise when you both topple over into the water. When you break through the water, you start laughing and he slings one arm over the float and the other around your waist, keeping you both above the surface. “What was that last part?” You ask with a grin, and he tickles your side, pulling you in for a kiss. “Stay up? Is that what you were going to say?” You ask, wrapping your legs around him. “Yes, that sounds right.” You kiss his neck, moving up to his jaw, running a hand through his wet hair, tugging lightly so he moans and then bringing his mouth forward to yours. “We definitely want to stay,” and you reach a hand down to stroke him, smiling against his lips when he rocks into your grasp. “Up.”

“We,” he murmurs, “need to go inside. Or at least get out of the water. Because I,” he groans a little when your hand squeezes around his dick, “want to make you feel good.”

“That’s such wonderful news. Because I want to feel good.” His fingers slip between your legs and you gasp when he rubs his thumb around your opening, pushing in lightly. “We gotta go inside,” you repeat, grinding down on his hand. “Please.”

He grins and kisses your forehead. “To the ladder.” With that, he releases you and the pool float and you both swim for the ladder. “Damn,” he moans when you climb out before him and you laugh, turning once you’re on the edge and holding your hands out to him so he’ll scoop you up into his arms.

“Take me inside and make me say your name,” you whisper.

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Anna falters. Of course she doesn’t know for sure if Ms. Milton is pregnant. How would she? “Yes.” Everyone, including Mrs. Crowder, is looking at her expectantly. “She took the pregnancy test here at school. I saw it in her trash can.” She swears internally; that was a blatant lie. But she can’t admit she doesn’t know, her whole theory will be blown. And besides, she’s pretty sure. Why else would Ms. Milton have looked so nauseous before the lockdown, and why would she have been clutching her stomach like that? She knows. She just doesn’t have proof.

Everyone relaxes. “Okay. So what do we want on the cake?” Brittany is taking notes. “I’m gonna go by the store later and get stuff to make a cake.” Jessica looks excited.

“Brit, that’s a great idea; your cakes are so good! It should say something like ‘Congratulations Mr. and Mrs. Urie!’ ...or something. Is that lame? Do we want to reference the baby?” Anna shakes her head.

“They probably don’t want us to know, so let’s just leave it at the marriage part.” And this way, if she does happen to be wrong, she thinks, at least the fallout won’t be that bad.

-||-

You made it farther than the dining room table this time, coming in from the pool. You even made it upstairs. “I’m gonna get rug burn,” you declare, giggling as you rock over his face, knees pressing into the hallway carpet while his hands hold your hips. “But it’s fucking worth it, god Brendon, your tongue.” He was carrying you inside and had set you down for the stairs, but while he was tugging you down the hallway to bed, he tripped and brought you down on top of him. Not one to waste time, you immediately started kissing him, which led to him telling you that he wanted you on his face, and now here you are.

“Fuck,” you moan when he shifts and his tongue goes flat against you. “I love that,” you tell him breathlessly. “Gonna let me ride your tongue? You gonna let me use your mouth to make myself come on your face?” He groans, nodding a little and his eyes shining. “God, Brendon, I’m gonna come so hard like this, just for you baby, all over you, all over your tongue, gonna let you taste me, Brendon,” you promise him, angling yourself forward so you’re leaning over him, putting more pressure on your clit. “B, can you…?” But he seems to know what you want, no, need; with your hips tipped up, he can slide two fingers into you from behind while you rub yourself roughly on his tongue. “Oh fuck,” you moan, a deep guttural sound. “More, give me more, god, Brendon, fuck me with three, please.” He adds a third finger and you shriek a little, the hand in his hair you’re using to keep his head in place tightening. “Jesus Christ, yes, just like that,” you declare. “You touching yourself, baby? I hope you are; I know you’ve got three fingers deep in me but you’ve got another hand you can be using to jerk yourself off.” He moans again, barely nodding; he doesn’t want to mess up your rhythm. “Yeah baby? You jacking off to your girl riding your face, grinding her clit on your tongue?” He mumbles something, distorted with his tongue so occupied, so you raise your hips slightly. “What was that, baby?”

He gasps a little; his breath is hot on you. “I said, hell yeah babygirl, you know I am. Now I don’t mean to be bossy, but stop asking dumb questions like that and fuck my face.” You can hear the smile in his voice though, and then his tongue is snaking back out into place against your pussy.

“Ooh, shit,” you groan, grinding down harder against his waiting tongue and bracing yourself on your forearms. “Yes sir.”

Between his fingers fucking you hard, the sound of him jerking off under you, and your own low moans from riding his tongue, it doesn’t take you long before you’re tensing up, crying out, and shaking with your release. Part of you wants to just collapse, slump over him, grind your way slowly down from your peak, but you can hear his hand picking up speed and he must be gripping himself tighter too, so you muster all of your strength and turn yourself around to close your lips over the tip of his cock.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” he gasps and he’s coming hard, groaning your name. You have to really focus and breathe strategically to swallow everything at this angle; he’s trembling under you, hips bucking and chest heaving. Even when he’s no longer filling your mouth, he’s shuddering involuntarily, and you pull off, licking your lips with satisfaction. “My god,” he whispers weakly, patting the carpet next to him. “Come here babygirl.”

You stand instead, legs quivering a little, but you hold out your hands to him and he takes them, standing too. “Bed,” you tell him simply, and you stagger down the rest of the hall together before collapsing sideways over the bed in the master suite. He groans, rolling onto his side to face you.

“I love you,” he whispers and you smile, kissing him softly.

“I love you too.” He pulls you closer, the sheen of sweat on both of your bodies making you both shiver a little, so he grabs the throw blanket from the edge of the bed to cover you both. “What does it feel like?” Your eyes find his and he looks at you curiously. “When you come. What does it feel like?”

He laughs tiredly and runs a hand down his face. “It feels like I’m going to fucking die at times, it’s so good. Like everything in me goes tight and there’s so much tension and then, thank fuck, it all just releases and I’m coming in you and I just want to grab you and hold you and hang on for dear life and never stop. It’s even better when you come at the same damn time because while all of my tension is being released, your pussy grips my cock so hard and practically pulls my orgasm out of me; I’m not falling off a cliff - I’m being dragged off a cliff by you and I fucking love it and all of that grabbing and holding you is that much better because you’re clawing at me too, clutching me too, coming hard on me, gasping my name, and the house could be burning down around us and it would take me a solid minute to process what was happening or even do anything because I’m just...I’m not part of this reality when I’m coming in you; I can barely think because everything in me is just...it’s about you. Coming and you and coming in you.” He takes a deep breath, and grins. “And then sometimes I feel like I have no energy left, like I am a giant potato and I just need to pass out until the next day.”

“But not always?”

He shakes his head, kissing your neck. “Usually. But you’re my priority. And I can read the room; if you want another, babygirl I’m gonna give you another. Hell, if you want another five, babygirl I’ll give you another six. And truly, seeing you like that, eyes wild, writhing under me, begging for another, wanting my tongue, my fingers, my dick, panting my name...I’d gladly forgo sleep for the rest of my life if it’d make you happy and keep you coming for me. Other times, when you don’t need another, I still just feel so close to you and I want to stay awake and hold you and whisper and kiss and cuddle until we both fall asleep, and then... other times I can tell you’re gonna pass out if you don’t eat, so I’ll make sure we both eat and then we can pass out from fatigue together. You’re my priority because I’m so deeply in love with you.” He kisses your forehead. “Does that answer your question?”

“Yeah,” you smile softly, snuggling close. “I have another question.”

He laughs and kisses you again. “Just full of questions today,” he teases and you blush. “No, ask away. You never did tell me what you wanted to know earlier.”

“You never did fuck it out of me earlier,” you retort with a grin. “We got caught up in making out, which was great, and fell asleep naked, post-breakfast and mid-makeout, in a lounge chair in the sunshine, if you recall.” He smirks at the memory and kisses you again, biting at your lower lip and tugging a little.

“Tell me now, then.” His hands curve over your hips and he presses a thigh between your legs. “Tell me now, babygirl.” He kisses you again, drawing a moan from you. “I want to know. Tell me now.”

“Do you have a Tesla?”

He stares at you and laughs. “I’m sorry, what?” You repeat the question and he blinks. “Baby, you’ve seen my car. You’ve been in my car. We’ve fucked in my car. You know I don’t drive a Tesla. Why would you think I drive a Tesla? They’re very expensive.”

You shrug a little and grind on his thigh. “I just think it’s funny that the guy who’s been making me breakfast and fucking me on his compound,” and you stress the word, “is telling me a Tesla is very expensive and implying it’s absurd for him to have one stashed away somewhere, such as here, on his compound.” You stress the word again and he gives you an amused look. “And I think they’re so fucking sexy. And if you had one,” you grind a little harder on his thigh, leaning in to whisper in his ear, “I’d want you to take me for drive, put it on auto-pilot, and let me suck you off; fuck, Brendon, I’d get you coming hard in my mouth, swallowing your cum like it’s water in the desert.” You’re both breathing hard and he tangles a hand in your hair so he can pull you back and stare into your eyes.

“Do you know where one can buy a Tesla in Connecticut?”

-||-

“Jesus,” he whistles when you come out of the bathroom. “I know I packed for you and I don’t mean to give myself too much credit but damn do you look good. Lord have mercy, the way you wear that dress…” Brendon stands and runs a hand down your side, drawing you close. “Let me kiss you.”

“As if you have to ask.” You smile and bring your mouth to his. “Where are we going tonight that requires clothes? These clothes?” You gesture between the two of you, eyeing him as he adjusts his cufflinks.

“Oh, nowhere. I’ve been cooking for us while you’ve been up here in that bathtub, tempting me. But there’s something so deliciously wonderful about looking over the edge of my wine glass at you in dresses like that, knowing I’m going to be getting you out of dresses like that and getting you into my bed. And it would be rude of me to not meet you at your level.”

You grin, and run a hand up his thigh, caressing. “I like that plan.”

“That’s not the whole plan though,” he continues, gazing down at you. You look at him curiously and he grins, shaking his head. “All in good time.”

“You’re being weird,” you tell him, kissing him again. “I’m okay with it, you just need to know you’re being weird.”

He laces your fingers together, kissing your forehead. “Yes. I am. Let’s go eat.”

-||-

You’re out at the guest cabin, curled up on the floor together in front of the huge fireplace and he’s smiling at you over his wine glass and you can’t stop smiling back, plates empty on the ground in front of you. “You’re being weird,” you repeat and he just smiles wider.

“Come with me,” he says, standing and extending a hand. You rise and place your hand in his, letting him lead you to the door, wrapping you in a coat and tying the belt. “We’re going on a walk.” He takes you outside and you walk down the pathway leading to the trails. “I’m going to pick you up now, so we don’t ruin those shoes,” he tells you, and he does just that, scooping you up into his arms, and you shriek with laughter as he kisses your cheek and starts up the hill.

“Don’t drop me,” you warn, clinging to his neck. He looks offended. “I know, I know. You’ll catch me. And you always have.”

“Damn right,” he murmurs, holding you tighter until he reaches what appears to be his destination. “Yep. Here.” He sets you down and you look around. “Here. Okay.” He takes both of your hands and you look at him now. “Y/n Milton. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. I have known since I first kissed you that I wanted you forever. You challenge me, you make me want to be a better man, you make me laugh like no one before, you turn me on like no one before, and I see a future with you like no one before. You’re all I want, now and forever. I know it’s scary; I know it’s a lot; I know it’s soon. Y/n, love, I know it’s a leap. But I promise, if you take this leap with me, you won’t regret it. I’ll spend every day taking care of you and loving you and making you the happiest woman you can be - just say yes and make me the happiest man I can be.” He’s breathing hard, eyes wide as he drops down to one knee, your left hand in both of his. “I know it’s a leap, baby, but-“

“Yes. Brendon, I’m ready. Yes.” You’re pulling him to his feet, kissing him hard, and he pulls back after a moment, beaming.

“I do have a ring, by the way,” he tells you with a chuckle, and you laugh a little giddily as he pulls a box from his pocket, opening it for your eyes. “You didn’t think I’d get it wrong twice, did you?”

“Jesus Christ,” you choke, eyes wide, and he laughs with delight, taking your left hand again and sliding the ring onto your finger. “Brendon-this is-“

He kisses you again, running his hands through your hair and holding you close. “It belonged to my mother. She wanted the next Mrs. Urie to have it.”

[of-suns-and-guns]

7, 27, 37, 42

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true love’s kiss & silver linings

– – –

Alex waits until they’re back in the car and already heading out of the mall parking lot before she finally speaks up.

“Have you kissed a girl?” Alex asks with as much nonchalance as she can muster, given the mayhem currently ravaging her mind.

Kara’s head whips up from her phone and Alex can only imagine what kind of expression Kara’s drilling into the side of her head, but her eyes stay resolutely on the road ahead.

“Random. Why?” Kara draws out, both suspicious and wary in that one tone.

Alex gnaws on her lip and checks her mirrors as she shifts lanes, stalling while she tries to figure out what her position should be in this conversation.

“Just…curious, I guess. I mean, you never mentioned anything, so I assumed, b-but you and your friends could've…” Alex shakes her head. Getting off topic, Alexandra. “Jen hinted that she’s gonna try to get a game of spin-the-bottle going at the next post-game party.” Alex shrugs like it’s no big deal. “I was just wondering if it was a subject you knew anything about.”

“You were…wondering if I knew anything about kissing girls?” Kara clarifies.

“Yup,” Alex says with too much pop and grimaces to herself as she navigates the car toward the turnpike.

“Isn’t…I thought Jen was bi. Why don’t you ask her?”

There’s a text message in Alex’s phone at that very moment that comprises the entire reason she can’t ask Jen.

Hope to see u there, Danvers ;)

“It-it doesn’t matter.” Alex forces a smile, swallowing back the nerves that flutter up her throat. “So how are things with Will going?”

“Alex,” Kara starts in that understanding, supportive-sister tone. “If you’re not comfortable playing a game like that, I doubt Jen, or anyone else on your team, would judge you for backing out. You’re not obligated to play it, if you don’t want to.”

Her shoulders slump with a sigh, her head tipping back against the headrest as they coast down the highway. “No, it’s not…it’s not that. That's—” the opposite of what I want, “—not my issue with it.”

“Then…what is the issue?”

Her fingers tighten around the steering wheel, fairly certain there’s no way to actually say this without coming off as some insecure weirdo.

“I don't—” She cuts herself off with a hard, frustrated breath. “It’s just, girls are supposed to be better kissers, right?”

She catches Kara’s shrug out of the corner of her eye.

“Well, that’s what everyone thinks, so it’s what everyone expects,” Alex tells her, glancing briefly at Kara’s furrowed brow. “So I’m just. I dunno, what if I’m…not. Better. Or good, or whatever. I dunno, what if I’m only a good kisser by guys’ standards, but I don’t, like, live up to a girl’s standard, y'know?”

“Wait.” Kara holds up her hand and shakes her head. “You’re worried you’re not a good enough kisser?”

She says it like that’s ridiculous. Like she doesn’t actually understand what Alex is saying. Like there’s no way Alex can be anything other than entirely self-assured about her sexual prowess, despite the fact that Alex has never been particularly open about those things, especially with Kara, so really, where does Kara come off being all incredulous, like she knows.

“Yeah, well, it’s not like I’ve got a lot of empirical data to go on here,” Alex throws back hotly, teeth clenched as she jerks the car toward the off-ramp just a little rougher than necessary. “For all I know, I could be an irreparably terrible kisser, and all the guys I’ve been with have just been too clueless to key me in—”

“Alex, that’s not—”

“But then come Friday, I’ll finally get the chance to kiss her, and she’ll wonder what the hell she was thinking, ‘cause, turns out, I’m just so god-awful at it, and then every freaking girl in school will know—”

“Al—”

“Guys are just so much fuckin’ easier, you know? They really don’t give a fuck what I’m doing with my mouth as long as they’re reasonably sure it’s headed down to—”

“Alex!”

Kara’s sharp cry cuts through the heavy, rambling fog, and Alex chances a glance over, just in time to see her face twisted in disgust as she visually struggles to push away the open-ended mental image Alex had clearly put in her head.

“Sorry,” she mumbled, anger dulling as swiftly as it had come.

Kara nods and winds her fingers together in her lap. “Me too. That didn’t…I wasn’t thinking about how that sounded before I said it.” She breathes in to the count of three, then out to the count of five, sending Alex a soft, forgiving smile as she relaxes. “So. Okay. From the top. You’re worried girls will expect you to be a more dexterous kisser than you can confidently claim you are. Correct?”

Alex snorts, ease settling into her shoulders for the first time since Jen’s message had come through and she’s suddenly reminded of exactly why she prefers her sister’s company over just about everyone else on the planet.

“That is correct, High Judicator Zor-El,” Alex teases, shooting Kara a playful side-glance and earning herself a solid whack to the chest. “Abuse! I call abuse! I’m telling mom!”

“You’ll tell her what? That sweet, innocent Kara Danvers actually struck you?” Kara scoffs playfully. “Your case is entirely circumstantial. Won’t even see a day in court.” Kara’s eyes twinkle when she catches Alex’s at the next red light, drawing Alex in like a soft, safe glow. “Also, no changing the subject. We’re talking about you and kissing. Okay, so, three things—”

The car behind them lays on their horn when Alex fails to notice the light turn.

Alex grumbles something profane under her breath as she eases them down Main toward home.

“Right, so kissing girls,” Kara starts again. “One, you’re good at literally everything. I doubt kissing is a shortcoming of yours.”

“Playing soccer and understanding quantum theory are very different than whatever it takes to be a decent kisser.”

Kara shoots her a look that tells her, in no uncertain terms, to hush.

“Two, if Jen does have any complaints, then you can always blame it on inebriation.” And then Kara continues under her breath like Alex can’t hear, “Or her.”

Alex narrows her eyes at the odd bitterness that seems to have suddenly edged into Kara’s tone, where Jen is concerned, but swallows back the question as she pulls up their long driveway toward the carpark outside the garage, coming to a stop beside her mother’s blue Camry.

“And three?” Alex prompts, throwing the car in park and turning to Kara, eyebrows raised expectantly.

There’s a quarter-beat, just long enough for Kara wet her lips, before she’s swiftly closed the distance between them, her hand behind Alex’s neck dragging Alex’s mouth down to hers, Alex’s startled cry getting lost in Kara’s lips, and then Alex’s mind sparks to blinding white.

Soft. Her lips are soft. Silky smooth, and undemanding, moving gently into and against Alex’s, like she’s only interested in teasing Alex into action.

Some part of her consciousness kicks into gear then, just enough to shakily return the kiss Kara’s asking from her, and Kara hums against her lips in response, her thumb stroking Alex’s cheek.

The kiss draws out. Slow, unhurried, and Alex finds herself melting into it with every soft, reverent movement, until she’s the one parting her lips, deepening the kiss further, thrilling at the throaty little sound it pulls from her sister’s chest.

Kara’s fingers slip into her hair, and Alex ignores the pain in her ribs as she presses herself harder against the console in an attempt to get closer, her mouth moving against Kara’s in earnest, every inch of skin beginning to flush deliciously warm with something like unfulfilled addiction.

There’s an excitement blooming in her chest that she hasn’t felt since probably her first kiss with her first boyfriend when she was fifteen, but even that felt somehow blunted compared to this. This warm, sweet, heady mix of satin lips and a taste so obviously Kara, Alex is half-convinced this can’t be the first time she’s tasted her, already so familiar with her.

She doesn’t want it to end. Her body just wants to keep the contact forever. It feels too good to just stop.

But it does slow, easing to an end as Kara slips away from her.

They’re practically panting when it’s over, foreheads nearly touching, Kara’s fingers still stroking at the back of Alex’s neck, Alex’s hand softly cupping Kara’s forearm, and there’s a suspended moment of lassitude in the aftermath. Just a gentle glow that protects them inside their own little atmosphere for just a little while longer.

“Nine out of ten,” Kara murmurs into the air between their lips.

Alex hums, then her brain clicks onto the words. “Wait, nine out of ten?”

Kara gives a sheepish smile, her thumb brushing against the edge of Alex’s jaw in a wholly distracting way. “I didn’t think you’d believe me if I told you it was a full ten out of ten.”

Alex is still taking a long moment to process the meaning, still lagging somewhere in the kiss she’d very much like to recapture right about now.

But then it hits her like a bucket of frigid water; Jen, the party, one, two, three—

Oh. That was three. The kiss was three. The rating was three. Kara kissed her to give her an assessment of her kissing technique.

Ten out of ten.

Kara slips back into her seat, clearing her throat. “So, yeah, you have nothing to worry about, if you do end up deciding to kiss a girl at the party.”

Kara smiles, and Alex thinks maybe it looks a little strained, but she’d rather not consider why that might be.

Alex nods a bit too brusquely. “Yeah, thanks. That…does help,” she manages to force out.

Kara smiles again and squeezes her arm, before finally getting out of the still-running car, leaving Alex suspended in the aftermath, struggling to sort through everything that’s just happened.

Alex’s forehead hit the steering wheel with a satisfying thump. Then again, and again, and again, half-hoping it’ll erase the taste of Kara’s lips from her mouth.

At least now she knows she won’t disappoint Jen. That counts for something, right?

Even if Alex is reasonably certain Jen’s not going to live up to expectation after that.

She thinks she might be fucked.

– – –

fin

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The prompt was: immortality, epiphany, true love’s kiss, and silver linings.

Technically, epiphany is also included in this, in a way, but I liked the title better as two words. And I really couldn’t figure out a good way to fit immortality into the others. It’s just such a big concept that it sometimes overtakes the others.

Anyway, sorry it’s taking me so long to get through these. I get stuck a lot.

Thanks for the prompt! Hope you like it!

[almaasi]

reaction post typed while watching SPN 12x20 ‘Twigs & Twine & Tasha Banes”

that Max & Dean parallel though!!!

07;30

idk what to expect but my sister says there was a cute text post she saw which she’ll show me later

i’m assuming it was destiel-related (spoilers: it wasn’t, it was dean-is-bi related)

here goes

i’m rooting for ya, steve yockey and richard speight jr

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i have new headphones! but my shift key is still broken

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07;31

recap OH MY GOD THEY WERE SO SMALL 12 YEARS AGO WHAT THE FUCK

remember when they were ADULTS to me

and now baby sam is three years younger than me

oh dear

they were definitely thrown into adulthood too soon, i’m still a smol human at age 23

-

FETUS SAM HAD A TEXAN DRAWL HOW DID I NOT NOTICE THAT

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AAAAAH IT’S THESE TWO I LOVE THESE TWO

max ? and ... dammit i forgot her name? alissa????

-

i’m still sad about mick :c

also my brain always wants to call him mitch for some reason

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07;36

that is a niiiiiice house. nice rainy weather too, kinda comforting

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07:37

THIS WOMAN IS IMMEDIATELY THE MOST BEAUTIFUL WOMAN ON EARTH TO ME

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07:38

“I COULD CLEANSE YOUR AURA IF YOU LIKE”

she’s a witch SHE JUST GOT 3000% MORE ATTRACTIVE

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07;41

ANDY IS CUTE TOO

OH GOD STEVE YOCKEY I LOVE YOUR CHARACTERS SO MUCH

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07:44

alicia!! i was close

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07:46

????????? STABBED????

SHE’D BETTER SURVIVE

D:

...........what if steve yockey’s episodes are all “main character dies, inducing a story”

oh no

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07:48

dean stroking his own hands nfhhggfhhghh that’s not meant to be sexy but it’s sexy anyway

he has such beautiful hands

i want all the gifs of this

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07;50

dean being so in tune with cas he understands his motivation to do good regardless of whether the outcome reflects that!!!

dean knowing instinctively if cas is possessed!!!!!!!!!!

sam still wearing pink eyeshadow!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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07;53

THE FACT THEY’RE PARALLELING MAX & ALICIA WITH SAM & DEAN IN SEASON 1

AND THE RECAP INCLUDED A MENTION OF SAM’S SHINY HAIR

ALICIA HAS GREAT HAIR WITH PUPPYDOG EYES AND MAX IS QUEER AS FUCK AND FULL OF SARCASM AND SALT

I WONDER WHO IS THE PARALLEL FOR WHO

HMMMM 

/sarcasm dean is bisexual cough cough

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07;57

i know it makes no sense and is Wrong but

does anyone else lowkey feel like “cass” seems way more ~~feminine~~ than “cas”?

(dean still spells cas with two Ss. will we ever know where the extra S comes from?)

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08:00

whaaaaaaat

two marys

did i miss something

oh must be a shapeshifter

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08;01

“mom plz call me back i’m having boyfriend trouble”

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08;04

max; “i got the bartender’s phone number”

i’m so fucking enjoying this incredibly obvious season 1 dean parallel

i really wanna see some dean-is-straight-and-you-are-erasing-his-heterosexuality stan get this parallel waved in their face

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08;06

GRENADE LAUNCHER

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08;08

all right i want flower symbolism people on this, stat

looks like a a pink rose and a pink orchid

google says a light pink rose = “Light pink roses are associated with gentleness and admiration, and can also be used as an expression of sympathy.”

but it might also be lilac so = The lavender rose is often a sign of enchantment and love at first sight.

and the pink orchid = the pink Orchid has the honour of representing innocence, femininity, grace, joy and happiness.

basically i think it’s meant to represent andy’s character as a cinnamon roll

...in fact he’s so sweet and trustable that i’d go so far as to say it’s a) either a ruse and he’s the bad guy, or b) he and max are getting together later

obviously he’s giving off hella gay vibes but NOT TO STEREOTYPE or anything

....but actually i wanna cry of happiness i LOVE OBVIOUS SYMBOLISM SO MUCH

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08;13

my theory; the tasha banes they’re seeing is a shifter and/or the other witch

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08:15

what if......meat suit

oh dear

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08;16

DEAN HOLDS A FUCKING WINE GLASS WITH A FULL FIST

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08;19

what if......she did a spell to put herself back together but “twigs & twine” means she ain’t sticking around for long

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08:20

tasha; “parents seem smart and strong and perfect, it’s only when you grow up that you realise they’re just people”

yeah

also important; doctors are also just people who studied some stuff once, and unless they continue studying, their knowledge could very likely be 10+ years out of date and therefore cause you more harm than good

every professional you meet and ask advice from is knowledgeable in that one subject but they don’t know everything, and they don’t know you. you know you better than anyone. feel free to distrust professional advice. if a professional tells you something, research it yourself before believing it.

seriously i’m not kidding. like, use your common sense, but trust that all people are often wrong. professionals will make up bullshit to seem better than you. even the world’s kindest people still have the right to put their own interests first, and they will. not saying everyone lies, but that people don’t realise they’re incorrect even if they’re experts on a subject. especially if they’re experts on the subject.

the best people admit they could be wrong even if they know their stuff inside out. because facts change, the world’s collective knowledge changes, and people’s opinions and understandings evolve over time.

also yeah. parents don’t know what the fuck they’re doing any better than you do. even if there was a “guidebook to life”, it’s not a one-size-fits all.

look idk what i’m saying here BUT THAT’S THE POINT

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08;32

what if...... the other witch reanimated dead tasha for her own purposes

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08;37

aw man andy’s dead too

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08:39

;n; noo max

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08:42

YYEAAH MARY PUNCH KETCH IN THE FACE

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08:44

YES MARY MAKE HIM WHIMPER

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08:49

MAX NO DON’T TAKE THE POWER

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08;50

ALICIA NO

OH GOD WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS EPISODE

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08;53

I 

don’t 

ev

what

how why 

what vthe FUCK.

i cannot fucking COMPREHEND

what the fuck

what the fuck

what the f u c k

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06;55

oh no is he gonna make a demon deal or something

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08;57

PART OF ME IS LIKE OH NO DON’T DO THE THING MAX

PART OF ME IS LIKE YES FUCKING DO IT MAX

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09:01

??????? ketch is a SHAPESHIFTER

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oh man

this episode!!!!!! WHAT A RIDE

10/10 honestly

even the things i didn’t like about it at the time (dead characters of colour) were kinda ~fixed~ by the end (mostly. rip tasha banes)

i mean it’s not one of my favourites because it was so very angsty and heartbreaking but IT WAS GOOD and WELL-CONSTRUCTED

i fucking miss cas though, this news to no-one

now i wanna see what my sister’s tumblr dash thought was so cute about this episode

i just went to ask her, and oh it was about the max/dean parallel pfff of course i noticed that it was blindingly obvious

[cutegirlmayra]

Hi hun~ hope you're doing wonderful! So, I always wanted to know why Amy boom doesn't show her feelings to sonic, so I have this little head canon that there was a moment when she decided to stop following Sonic around and start acting more grown up, but, Sonic not necessarily likes the change. I would like to see you write something with that. sorry if is not clear enough :P but you can do whatever you want with it, I just want to read some Sonamy boom. You are an incredible writer

I have my own theories on that, where Amy figures Sonic’s ‘cool-guy attitude’ means he’s not interested, when he may actually just be doing his version of ‘flirting’.

But I like this idea and I’ll go with it ;) I think Modern Sonic would get a bit suspicious if Amy stopped being so ‘doting’ on him and wonder if he upset her. So this kind of ‘worry/concern’ or ‘did I do something wrong?’ (supposing he noticed, lol!) could transfer over in hilarious ways to Boom!Sonic. Since… he’s technically a ‘chibi’ version of Sonic, as in he emotes WAY MORE than Modern Sonic usually allows for his emotions to be expressed.

(x) this is so cute xD

Prompt:

Sonic was snoozing off in his hammock, not really stressing as it was a warm day and some light was hitting his body just right while the rest of his face was laid in shadow.

Jumping into his dreams, we find him having more of a ‘replayed memory’ type of dream, where Amy, looking very nerdy with glasses, was doting on Sonic as he posed and seemed to arrogantly be looking over his bandages.

“There gonna be the new sensation.” he turned his hand back and forth, admiring his fashion sense, before frowning to her as she fawned.

“You’re so cool, Mr. Sonic~” she lifted a leg up, blinking her big eyes as he looked away, looking less than interested.

“Right, well. Of course, I’m Sonic The Hedgehog!”

“Right! And I’m-”

He put a finger to her mouth.

“Not important. Look, you gotta go… what? Study something, right?”

“U-uh,… archaeology, Mr. Sonic.” She pushed her dorky glasses up.

“Heh, sounds neat. PFft. Anyway, catch ya later!”

She frowned as he raced off, before looking angry and taking her glasses off.

“I’ll show him! Hah!” she threw her glasses down and smashed them, storming off as Sonic passed Tails, also having braces and looking very dorkish.

“Wow! It’s Sonic!”

“Ugh, I’d rather be caught dead than have nerds as friends!” He rolled his eyes.

Sonic woke up, in a bit of a shock, before rubbing his eyes and looking down.

“Wow, I really was a jerk back then!” he moved his feet off the hammock, and let his hands and head hang down a moment. “…I really shot her down… didn’t I?” He scratched the back of his head.

Then an idea popped back into his head. “Hang on…” he tilted his head up, perking his ears slightly. “If she doted on me once…” he looked to the window, before darting over to a scrapbook and opening it up, “Good thing Amy randomly makes these things for us.” He looked at a page she organized and saw a picture of them younger, her having drooped eyes up at him while he made an epic pose and tried to be the center of the picture.

He tightened his mouth’s line, and then smirked, closing the book.

“You can never get over your first love…~” he turned to bounce his eyelids and then took off.

Sprucing himself up, he thought he looked pretty good, but Amy would just walk passed him, under the impression he was just being a little weirder today, and continued her chores and other such things.

He tried to first help her fetch water from a well, but while trying to impress her, fell in and had to have Sticks bark to Amy that he was stuck.

The next time he tried helping with groceries, but he had carried too many and the bags all broke, causing Knuckles to follow the trail of food and eat all that she had bought.

The last straw was when Amy was trying to sunbathe, and he was so bored just laying down that he tried to entertain her, but ended up kicking sand all over her. To make matters worst, he brought out a boombox and started dancing, trying to show off that way and get Amy to fawn on him again. But according to Sticks, Sonic’s ‘ancient rain dance’ had sparked the storm of a century, and the gang all huddled in Amy’s home, as Tails freaked out with thunder and would crawl deeper into the huddled bunch, shivering.

“This is all my fault.” Sonic looked away, admitting it for once.

“Sonic? Are you okay? For one, you don’t admit you’re mistakes THAT easily, and two, you’ve been trying to do nice things for me, which is CLEARLY against the natural order unless you’re naturally in trouble. So what gives? Why have you been tormenting me all day?!” Amy was on the other side of him, across from Knuckles, Tails’s twin tails since his head was pushed further into the couch, and Sticks.

“I.. I just missed the old days, alright?!”  he looked away, not wanting to have this conversation.

“Old days? What are you talking about?” Amy blinked in confusion, as Knuckles laughed.

“Old days? Haven’t we always been this age?”

One of Tails’s tails whacked him on the side of his face.

“Ouch! Hey..”

“I don’t understand.” Amy looked more concerned now.

Sonic sighed, growing frustrated under the blanket that they were all using to dry off and keep warm.

“You… you thought I was so cool back then! Everything I did had no flaw, no blemish… all of a sudden, all you ever do is point out my flaws, where I trip up at, where I don’t measure up to your ‘perfect’ image or whatever.” he looked away, rolling his eyes, shaking his head, before looking…. kinda hurt.

“I just wanted to be liked again.”

Everyone but Tails looked over at him, but Tails’s tails did turn as if heads, as all eyes looked perplexed by his confession.

“Oh, Sonic.” Amy smiled, bending her own eyelids back to show more fondness in them, a tender look of love. “We barely knew each other back then. There are way more things I like about you now!”

“There are?” he turned back, before getting freaked out by everyone staring at him.

“Oi! Get your own conversation!”

Everyone immediately turned to one tail of Tails’s, and started conversing and talking about odd and in things to them, as they also pretended to move around and speak as well.

Then thunder hit and Knuckles, Tails’s tails, and Sticks all ducked under the blanket, leaving Amy and Sonic having some privacy.

“Well, now that we’re alone.” Amy sarcastically stated, making a funny face. She giggled, “I don’t quite get what you’re saying, Sonic. I usually don’t. But You’re much more caring about your friends then you were before. You accept us the way we are, and you always do your best to keep us safe and happy.” she beamed, and Sonic felt pretty good about himself for a second, even closing his eyes to motion his head up, taking in the praise.

But then his eyes blinked and he looked away, “But you… um…” he shifted his eyes to her, and then back away.

Eyes peeked up from the blanket.

“5 MORE MINUTES!”

They ducked under.

“Sheesh.” Sonic shook his head, looking upset by their ‘rudeness’ before clearing his throat and gesturing to her, still being a bit shy.

“You don’t act like you used too… still.” he looked away, folding his arms and ducking his head, a bit insecure on asking why that was.

“…Oh, um.” Amy turned nervous, giggling slightly and twiddling her fingers. “W-well, I’ve grown up, Sonic… I… I may not always show it as much as I ‘regrettably’ used too but I… I still… well,-”

The team all peeked up again.

“WE’RE STILL RIDING THE CLOCK!”

The gang ducked their heads as Knuckles’s fists came up and bonked Tails on the head from underneath the blanket.

“I told you that was less than 5!”

“Sticks bumped it and it was reset! I had to start it up again from my best estimate!”

The thunder strikes again.

“YIKES!”

Tails dug up cushions and hid under them as the two sighed beside him.

“Go on.” Sticks stated from under the blanket. “Our apologies.”

Amy and Sonic looked back up to each other, and then away as Sonic folded his arms, looking nervous as Amy played with one of her quills, stroking it down and sucking her lips in.

“…Alright, I kinda… I feel bad about how I treated you back then.”

“How you treated us all..” Tails muttered, as Sonic glared.

“Knuckles?”

BONK

“Thank you.” he looked back to Amy, “But I honestly don’t want you acting any way, shape, or form out of who you naturally are! I’m sorry for making you feel you had to ‘grow up’ but I just want you to know that-”

Amy suddenly placed a hand on his mouth, smiling, “…Not important.” she winked, “Thank you, Sonic. But it wasn’t completely you that made me want to change. I grew up without you influencing it. Haha!” she laughed and then lowered her finger, pushing against his chest playfully.

“I wanted to change. And I’m glad I did.”

“..But..” Sonic pouted, looking away. “You don’t … react the same way around me as you used too.”

“Hehe, why? Want me to start cuddling up to you again?” Amy teased, moving closer and blinking her eyes a lot.

He scooted back, “N-not a chance!”

She laughed, leaning back. “Then I think I’ll stay just the way I am!”

He sighed, before giving in and nodding, scratching the back of his head. “But I think… I may want to change now… just a bit. You know,… for even more untapped levels of awesomeness to be expressed.” he chilled back, going back to his usual self as Amy wondered what that could mean.

Was he going to change for her?

“5!”

The three all threw the blanket off, gasping for air.

“Oh boy.” Tails tapped out, leaning back with his stopwatch. “I didn’t know how long I could take the heat anymore.”

“Your tails are too hot!” Sticks kicked them away, growing as they flopped around before Tails withdrew them back around him.

“Eh-heh. Sorry.” he looked apologetic before the rain dissipated.

“Hey! It’s sunny again!”

The gang turned around, but as everyone looked outside, Sonic looked to Amy, who felt eyes on her and turned to look at him.

The two smiled.

[cafephan]

dan and phil play my horse prince #3: a summary

two seconds in and already a questionable horse impression okay time to strap in for another weird one 

"i knew you were going to start clopping" 

clopping??? klopping???? clopping looks better so i'm going with that 

"cloppity clop when will we stop.... is the question many of you have been asking" aw they saw my tweets 

dan licked his lips as he looked over to phil SAME 

he is wearing the ladybird jumper so i agree 

remember the ladybird jumper selfie??? let's take a moment 

okay back to the video 

it was a nice moment of remembrance though right 

anyway 

"i like a good divisive series" 

"this is our great youtube controversy, phil" 

those people that are uncomfortable, it's legit the same level of sexual tension dnp have on a regular basis just in the form of a girl and horse like,,, it's 2017 the hat/cherry/lung/milk/kitten/whatever else fic exists there are more disturbing things out there

they're validating those of you though, good for you i'm happy for your notices

"it's not literal bestiality" // "it's just a lol" "a nice little lol... just a casual lol" 

"i think we should do this one and see how we feel" i mean finally putting that positions book to good use 

there's not much eye contact so far are they okay 

i think recently we've been spoilt with eye contact and now we're feeling like something's wrong because they're not gawking at each other 

"so whether you want to or not, strap yourselves in for ten minutes of erotic equine roleplay"

phil demonstrating that sweet sweet hand porn 

"i don't think we should've encouraged you with the fanart" story of your life innit lads 

congrats to those phanartists that got noticed!! you're very talented and i appreciate you!!! 

i appreciate the last one which highlights the shaved sides i liked that a lot ty

"the less we talk about that the better" legit the phandom about 2012 

dan's reaction to the fanart,,, get those screenshots 

"keep it coming.... or don't, it's up to you" phil pls you're making it too easy for me 

"do you need to do that though?" // "i do, it's a thing now" living for the little domestic i feel deprived 

"dog. dog has a moustache." 

"phil that makes no sense" as if u never make any mistakes howell phil's waiting to call you out like the absolute savage that he is 

remember the thomas the tank engine fuck-up, phil was right on that 

phil's laugh my ears are blessed 

they have two very different reactions to a horse making breakfast 

i found another of dan's kinks who's keeping tabs on them all we've got another to add to the list 

"what's a good... lad? one that makes breakfast, the morning after" is that a subtle wink wink nudge nudge, daniel 

"i'm hyped. this, this is, this is a soap." dan is so excited he's tripping on his words 

he's staring at phil okay world order has been restored 

"you know you love it, stop lying to yourself" // "you love it. just thumbs it up anyway, if you don't like it" 

i love the detailed hair angles we get when they both look down on the screen i appreciate it a lot 

do you think phil will ever ditch the straighteners 

"that's really posh" phil the savage already getting his revenge

congrats hp stans for phil dropping that reference 

did they just compare all of our mums to a horse 

"anyone that exudes glitter and makes sure that you're resting on the weekend... that's who you need in your life" 

"maybe susankun's on the crunchy nut like us" i bet you both are 

maybe see a doctor about that 

i'm not sorry 

"am i the dog? i think i'm the dog" phil says after barking and effectively claiming the role of the dog 

"you just frickin volunteered" dan the savage 

"that was some good borks" so any excuse to compliment phil huh

"what is this video" me every time i read these summaries before posting them, i relate phil 

"some good pottery" 

"unless this is a magnetic knife, how is the horse holding it? with that horse thumb he's just gonna grow?" 

dan demonstrates the claw technique 

look at that hand movement fluidity this ain't his first rodeo 

dan... are u ok.... you've just been in this position for four seconds... 

turned into seven seconds, the longest seven seconds of my life.... is it one of the new 7sc they tweeted out for

“can i stroke him?” // “i’ll give him a stroke”

lanky emo lads fawn over hairbrush functions

that sounded like a weird porn didn’t it oh god no

“look at this roleplay, we nintendogs now”

“oh yeah, feel my brush” 

dan gives that side-eye, he doesn’t like phil saying that to anyone else

the singing quota for this video has been filled

thought they were going to give us a sweet harmony for don’t speak and do no doubt proud but nope dan decides to parody it

this is not the harmony i wanted stop singing a weird cult theme or whatever the fuck it is

leek or spring onion will we ever know

phil is intent on killing simulations recently is he ok

“sorry guys” dan is on hand to comfort us

may need to rethink some comfort fic prompts i have

“is it okay? is anything about this okay?” if the existential crisis branding was still relevant he’d be on the floor rn

“shall we have a chat? a little horsey chinwag?” yes phil come back to your northern roots i’ve missed you

“a really long-faced chinwag” you tried dan but you will always be a southerner you can’t pull off chinwag

“is a carrot a fruit?” mister university asking the real question

is dan actually googling it

“AHA it was to catch us out for being an idiot!” i mean, you googled it so.... aren’t you still an idiot

phil is an orange kinda guy, dan is a grapefruit kinda guy...... explains a lot if you think about it

“he hates me again!” // “i can’t believe he hates me again, straight away...” pretty sure i’ve read that exact line of dialogue in a fic before

“what can i say? i’m more in tune with my inner.... horse... man”

casual head scratch as he silently prays for nobody to pick up on that quote

“deep fry anything, and that’s a winner”

“the choices hurt me so bad”

trying to justify this game just falls flat

no amount of meaningful speeches are rectifying it dan

but it’s not stopping him trying

oh he’s stopped now

“i think we should get our things back”

“this is our life” enjoy u demons

“great. i love my life” phil i just don’t even know what to say stop looking like you’re showing a lemon a good time 

take out the lemon and stare at your wavy haired companion

if i used that line in a fic would you disown me

what kind of accent did dan just try to say field in because he sounded like me

“a horse can’t go on rollercoasters is what i’m thinking” // “can a horse go to the cinema?” “no, he’s going to get in the way of everyone’s screen” wow dan and phil, damperers of horse dreams since their corresponding years of birth

“yes, dan’s credit card is about to spend more money on this horse app” of course it’s dan that volunteers his card, phil would never 

he’s the voice of emo goose he only spends money on luxury apps

mister moneybags high brands stan has no problem forking it out tho good for you son get some

“i am this entire developer’s number one supporter” me when dapg was announced

the frenzy time music is something special

“phil you’re doing the impossible quiz again and that is like ten out of ten banned” younger kirsten is crying

phil’s real laugh comes out to play again welcome back old friend i love you

“is she falling in love with the dog? is that what we’re asking?”

phil’s voice is like monotone throughout all of these videos he couldn’t give less of a shit

he’s just humouring dan’s kink(s)

dan stop criticising phil’s horse voice you can’t have it all for yourself all of the time we need as much of it as you do

“i am ready for this” me whenever they upload on a day that’s not the same day i’m posting a fic

there are very different theories about the multitude of onions

again phil’s includes death

i’m beginning to expect it

“oh he’s gone a bit sassy”

“passive aggressive.... okay” dan we feel the same way when we found out phil’s sent a dm

“i feel it coming.... i feel it coming... are you ready? am i ready?”

“that’s just dreamy. i’m in love with that” // “that is dreamy. i’d like that as a poster in my bathroom” 

“that is the thickest spring onion i have ever seen in my entire life” // “it’d take a lot of gnashing” phil demonstrates said gnashing thank you for showing those teggies

“look at the girth on that one” you know what you did dan don’t blame us when the fics come rolling in

the onion fic

“how do you not love this? people, i mean come on, this is better than the current season of the walking dead”

uncomfortable fidgeting as dan realises he’s pissed off hundreds of thousands of people

staring at phil again yes i’m living

“this is better than the wire” phil doesn’t want to leave dan all alone in the opinion firing line

“it’s turning into that cake outtake from tatinof” HOW DARE YOU.

feeling less guilty having watched it now u fuckers

“it’s literally the cake situation”

seriously i’m going to watch it again just to spite you both

“imagine a horse pushing you against a wall and force-feeding you spring onions” dan i love you but i’m going to have to reject this prompt

the game turns sinister and they both look the most excited they’ve looked for the entire video

“this is fulfilling every kink that our audience might have” in which dan tries to push his weird kinks onto us out of fear phil will judge him

“is the next one set in the afterlife?”

“i feel like i went to a place i didn’t think i was going to”

“so real talk, let’s get real” phil i like that you’re trying to get close to the camera but you’re still too far away it’s not doing what you think it’s doing

“if you don’t want us to do this ever again...” “what’s wrong with you” honestly dan same

they’re literally encouraging thumbs down??? how long have they been in the youtube game???

“tell us your opinions down there” oh dear god they’re encouraging the fanfiction

“if you want the horse, we want to give you the horse. you know what we’re saying?” 

it’s hard to quote when they’re both talking at the same time BE POLITE AND LET EACH OTHER SPEAK 

“this is a two way relationship...” why did phil’s smile grow when dan said that

“slice our subscribe button like a spring onion” // “please don’t stab your laptop and/or mobile device” // “trot over to our other channels”

danisnotchoking (but he wants to be)

AmazingSpringOnion

[delphes]

Versailles ep.2

So… the black baby…. ahahah they had to of course…

Fabien and Bontemps rivalry for attention. I’m the best No Im the best ! He has confidence in me ! No HE believes in me !

Oooh the right medical theories for the black baby that’s cool

Aaaah interest in west africa is right thank you Colbert

Only time when the queen is speaking Spanish

Louis seriously you believe that she cheated on you… And… know Socrates by heart?? Ahahah teresa madre de dios xD

Oooh no she doesn’t choose to speak Spanish or French… she only knows Spanish Louis

Beatrice… weird relation with Lorraine…. And you are SO going to fall in love with Fabien… so obvious

Gardener…. giving metaphor about corruption and good roots… and genealogy… humpf

Fabien are you gonna be violent? Is been 16 Minutes and no sex no blood come on… oh no ?

Aaah I wishes we had more anna of Austria D:

The king doesn’t have his… edicts ?? Whut ?

Guards are dressed like… marie antoinette’s guards ???

Bontemps ??? Y u fell ?

Philippe you’re naughty with ur boys… servants working in the presence of the prince ???? And crying ? And she saw what ? Ahahah Philippe are you… Oooh no be violent… I wanted you to be gossiping…

Did I say that I hated the costumes ?

Bontemps you’re better with no son… more accurate…. Doubting Louis is so boring…. nothing happens in two episods….I’m bored… and not drunk enough

Ah clever girl is gonna understand what is going bad with the queen because she’s clever and get dad is so traditional

Bontemps…. making philosophical assumptions… you are Louis’ conscience hey ? The part that never doubts ? Louis is so or out his time

Fabian! You there! Where’s the blood ! Oh Bontemps wins !

Funerals… king at funerals… and Fabien… THE AUDIENCE IS SO SMALL SO RIDICULE

Henriette so kind and Philippe so bitter… the writing is so so subtleeeelelelellel

Fabien give blood ! Or suicide whatev… show the king’s ruthless yay

Oh dark place with fog for the baby contrasting with the good of Louis chamber

Aaaah Louis XIII… THAT’S NOT ANNE WHO SAID THAT HE’S LOUIS XIV IT WAS LOUIS HIMSELF

Philippe stroking Lorraine’s throat?? Lorraine… implying treason??

Philippe bursting in the war council… of course… And being a genius by one look at the map… btw I dont get the costumes…

Bad guy there… plotting with…. Louvois ???? Batard ! But why make him a treator ? And Y ARE U SO WORRIED BY VERSAILLES??? WHO CARES??

Ooh fashion dolls ! That’s cool!

Louis…stop seducing your… SISTER. You’re out since 6 years! And speaking about Philippe while having sex… ARE THEY SRSLY IMPLYING TO KILL PHILIPPE

this guy laughing… you… Don’t mock the royal family.

Oooh combo sex AND violence !

They'rer fighting… they’re figthing like pigs !?!?!??

Why was Philippe wearing his pants under his dress? They’re brothers that’s true they know each other… but they hate one another so much. AH Philippe speaking of rumours yes! That’s my stuff… And Louis beading down everything.

Louise is looking so stupid for real… ooooh mean maria teresa that’s cooool Come on clever girl save the queen. Ah blood… they need to catch up.

Philippe is always so violent. SO VIOLENT Y ?

Louis so modern knows that clever fork had something to hide. When will she be in her bed? But he won’t burn her because he’s so modern.

What is… this… party ? So ridicule… so… I don’t know… nothing happens… guys jump on a planch ?

Louis are you gonna reveal your plans once again? Oooh god back to the orange tree metaphor. Bad guy there… and mean Louis and mean Philippe…public humiliation let’s go for it and genealogy exposure to follow the metaphor.

He screamed it… he screamed that… false quote I am the state.

Noble titles research is a real thing tho that’s cool also but… im this is gonna be badly done.

Bontemps go seat with the king on a huge, Matthieu da Vinha worked for it badly so seat. Come. on give your philosophical words. I can feel murder coming tho…. not enough violence. Ppl bathong in fountains… nope. Aaaah corpse of Nabot thank you for making the percentage right.

Louis and Bontemps having a bro moment. Louis exposing the metaphor don’t break the massive subtlety of the metaphoooor