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TSWCP — CHAP 3

lee minho x m!reader

chapter summary; you just can’t live with the silence. you can’t bear it. this time, you prove minho you really will risk it all for him. will he take it or leave you with your heart bleeding in your hands?

content warning; subtle internalized homophobia + subtle insecurity + tension + constant change of pov (mainly minho’s) + crying + makeout session

content genre; idol au + actor au + fluff + angst + 9th member! reader

word count — 6.4k | m.list | a/n; this sucks btw ;(

it’s cold. frozen and heavy. 

that’s how you could describe your heart after what had happened days ago. your mind? static. looking for signal. waiting on connection. 

concert tours are coming up. your management had managed to sort something out with the executive directors of the drama so that once you come back from tour with the group, shooting wouldn’t be delayed or a hassle. the thought of it is dreadful. you still have to pull off a few conferences and amidst your tour dates some photo shootings have been crushed into your schedule. 

as much as it pisses you off, it also can’t be helped. 

“what’s your favorite scene?” an interviewer asks. 

you blink, having zoned out. gayoung’s soft touch on your knee brings you back to your current position. 

“me personally,” gayoung says with her fluent english. “i really loved the scene where i had to ride a horse.”

you stare at her before smiling. the other actor, another close friend of yours on set is minwoo, he laughs. 

“i had to help her five times to climb on that thing because she kept slipping.”

“ah, the cons of being a gnome,” you tease automatically.

everyone busts laughing while gayoung gives you an offended expression. she starts an argument, you feed it. 

minho clutches his phone as he watches the interaction from his screen. the video had been posted not so long ago now. he can’t help it, seeing you from a screen and aching. why had he been so stupid? kissing you? confessing? 

you two could never be as perfect as you and gayoung are. your chemistry is absolutely beautiful. it’s so natural. how could he ever compare to something like that. much less now? he ruined what he had with you. was a kiss really worth it? absolutely not. not after the rift he created with you became unmendable. 

“y/n, since the drama is based on a book, it has been said that the first few episodes on the next season you’ll have to portray heartbreak, betrayal and desperation. will that be hard for you?”

he watches how you shake your head immediately, that joyful expression you had dropped “i have to display a raw emotion, most of the time we as actors have to study how to display something we’ve never experienced but in this case, i’ve actually experienced heartbreak and desperation.”

minho’s eyes widened a bit. are you insane? how could you say that with your girlfriend right next to you? 

“could you maybe give us some insight on that?”

“well,” you look up at the ceiling for a moment. then you look back at the screen but for some reason it feels like you’re looking at him. as if you knew he was watching. “as an idol and actor you need to let go of many things you end up carrying, i think everyone does and everyone has someone to seek out and trust enough to simply rant and be yourself with. yet, things kind of change when you grow in the industry… maybe the fans don’t know this about me but i cherish those who i’m close with and will always find a way to keep our bonds, despite how i seem like i’ll let people come and go- it’s nothing like that. filming this drama took a lot out of me…”

“it not only took away my sleep but it took something else away. i loved shooting it, but if i had to do everything all over again…” you pause, sighing, “i think i would… but i’d change a lot of things and work hard not just to keep my career going but to keep those around me too. yeah, maybe we can’t stop people from leaving when they decided they will no matter what but it doesn’t change how horrible that feeling is.’

“you have gayoung though, as a couple i’m sure you share your burdens with her now, right?”

bitterness flashes across your features for a moment. no one has caught that, no one will. only minho.

because as much as it hurts… he’s the only one that knows you more than you know yourself. 

“of couse,” you smile. bitter. “just shows that when someone won’t be there for you, someone else will.” you pause, “and be better.”

ouch. minho turns off his phone, he covers his face into his hands and breathes wetly. he really is the worst, isn’t he?

fans have started to notice the distance between the two of you. bubble messages flood in every now and then saying they hope you and he are doing okay. he sees the comments questioning the silence that has been built between you two. the members know. 

well, they don’t know you two had kissed or that he is inevitably in love with you. 

but they know you two are not in good terms. 

chan had questioned you about it and when you didn’t give him a believable answer he had seeked minho out. all minho said was — “y/n is just too busy to keep what we have, i made sure he focuses on his career.” which in turns absolutely outed the fact minho caused all of this. the look of disappointment chan gave him is the same one he gives himself after crying and looking in the mirror.

even crying feels illegal. 

the worst part is you and jisung share the dorm with him. he hears jisung question you about your distance. he hears you talk to people— to gayoung — over the phone. he bumps into you on the way to the laundry, to the bathroom, in the kitchen. 

he works with you.

he lives with you.

he misses you. 

yet, you’re not his to seek out anymore. you’re his coworker now. 

nothing more… 

“where’s y/n? we’re about to board the plane,” jeongin says with a pout. 

minho unconsciously looks around, equally wondering where you are. they had driven to the airport at around 10 and you weren’t in the dorms. through check ins, you still hadn’t popped up. 

later, however, the video of you running through the airport with your bodyguard and manager blows up. minho finds that out in the van after landing in tokyo. he had wondered why you were so disheveled when you entered the plane. 

“we have four concerts here in japan,” seungmin mumbles to himself, “we have one day to roam around, one morning left and then we’re off to the states.”

“doesn’t y/n hyung have a private conference in the states?” jisung asks.

“what?” minho frowns.

chan sighs, “he really needs to take a break. this whole year is going to be packed.” he rests his head back on the seat, “he barely managed to pull off the concerts in korea.”

“well we do have a few free days in between our concerts,” seungmin offers, “he’ll have some sort of rest.”

minho swallows. are you really that busy? 

he still doesn’t get to see much of you. he’s had to hear hyunjin recap how you have 2 interviews a day before flying with them to japan. how you had to pull an all nighter to review a script for a morning commercial schedule. it’s crazy, he thinks. how are you alive. 

when all of you come to the venue to rehearse, he sees you thrudge in after chan, who seemingly had to drag you here. your hair is everywhere, your face puffy from sleep, your large hoodie and baggy joggers make you look small. minho forces himself to look away, his heart clenching at your adorable sight. 

practice goes alright, minho thinks. sound check goes well, jisung and changbin goofed off with the autotune. they had tried to pull you into their fun scheme but minho noticed how you grimly looked at them. it didn’t change how you still went along with it, always willing to entertain the guys. they’re your family just as much as they’re his. still, everyone is tense around you two.

because they know.

they know their favorite hyungs are in weird terms. they don’t ask, they don’t have to. it’s visibly written in the air. 

“minho can you go check on y/n,” chan asks him the morning of the official concert. 

everyone went through the same checks and passed. everything is ready. minho hadn’t really seen you today regardless, despite dancing and singing beside you. he truly does not recall you being around other than on stage, not even during lunch break. 

“why me?” he asks without thinking, it even comes out bitterly. 

chan stares at him for a moment. no one is around, just him and minho. “are you really going to drag this out?” he asks, tone evidently showing how angry he is, “everyone else is checking up on him except you. what are you two doing?”

minho looks away, fists clenching at his sides. “we’re just… not in a good spot-“

“and how long will that last? huh? y/n isn’t prideful like you are, so who is dragging it out?”

that was like a slap in the face. 

“minho, don’t shut me out.”

yet minho closed the door and never dared get near it. you never begged again. verbally. he took notice of your sad eyes after the fight. he felt your presence begging to call for him. yet you didn’t. because you knew the door that was slammed in your face would never open again. 

“i’ll check up on him before we get on stage,” he says softly. 

chan sighs, “i’ll take it.”

backstage, as he’s getting in his outfit, he sees you thrudge around. on your phone. clearly you’re talking to gayoung. he sees you smile for a second before walking out. he can’t help but follow you out discreetly. you step behind a wall, he stays around the corner. 

“i’m screwed,” you whisper. “so fucking screwed, you have no idea.”

minho steps back. well you’re alive and that’s all that matters. why would he check up on you? you don’t need him. you have the guys. you have gayoung. that’s clearly who you’re talking to.

he doesn’t need to overstep. your life isn’t something he’s involved in. 

“minho! y/n!” 

minho whips his head around, his heart pounding. does hyunjin have to be so fucking loud!? outing him like this!? he should leave before you realize he was right behind you- he makes the mistake of turning around again and coming face to face with you. 

he’s caught. 

he swallows and stares up at you. your dark eyes boring into him. you’re all ready to get on stage. he couldn’t even speak if he wanted to. there’s nothing to say. 

the way you walk past him makes his heart drop. 

the act was unfamiliar until 2 months ago. that’s how long he’s been dragging it out. that’s how long it’s been when he hurt your feelings and smashed his along. it felt like so little time but it felt like an eternity ago.

an eternity that is burned into his skull and haunts him. 

not even the roar of the fans when they come on stage silences the thousands of thoughts in his head. 

he’s on the stage feeling like a puppet. except his strings tangle with yours. the amount of times you bumped into him from stumbling were too many to count. he hates it. 

and he hates how much he worries. 

above all, he hates that he can’t near you. 

and it’s his fault. 

it’s probably the fourth concert day, the last concert in japan. they’ll be here for a day or so before flying back to korea. 

your chest feels tight. 

you get nauseous a lot. you can’t really stomach much. at most a soup you get at the hotel you’re all staying at but even that leaves you with an upset stomach. 

you had filmed a commercial in japan, gayoung had been flown out here. it frustrated you, didn’t matter where you went, gayoung had to be involved somehow. the girl isn’t at fault, it’s the company, you know that. 

“oppa are you sure you’re okay?” she asks.

you raise your head and look at your phone. the video call started thirty minutes ago when she finally landed and finished going through security. you don’t hate her, she’s a good friend. you haven’t kissed her, both of you strictly left that for the scenes only. you hug her, you cuddle her, you carry her but she’s not who you love. maybe as a friend. not as a lover. 

“you look like shit ever since we finished the drama, i didn’t want to point it out,” she says, there’s a bit of a teasing tone but she’s also dead serious. 

“a pretty girl like you shouldn’t curse,” you say with a sigh.

she stares at you before starting a string pf curses. you chuckle softly, shaking your head. you groan, your migraine returning. she immediately pauses. 

“oppa, i’m worried for you. joking aside, you really do look like shit.”

you grunt, looking around the room, “i think i’ll feel better when i’m back in korea…”

she puts the phone close to her face, as if she could see you more clearly that way. “i hope so or we’ll have to shoot a ‘taking care of my boyfriend’ blog.”

“ugh no,” you whine.

she laughs, “just kidding, the company is going to make me show my concern though if something happens.”

you give her a face, “nothing is gonna happen gayoung, i’m fine. just not a hundred percent.”

“well as long as you get back home safely,” she says softly, “i care for you y/n.”

all formality is out the window. it always has been with her, you see her as a little sibling from how long you two have worked together for. almost a whole year and a half. you had known her before the drama but contact wasn’t fully established until then. 

“i have to get going to the venue,” you finalize, dread expressed on your features.

“okay~,” she sing songs as she gets inside her van, “don’t push yourself, okay? see ya!”

“bye,” you throw a peace sign and she quickly mimics you before hanging up. 

you drop your phone on your bed before scrubbing your face with your hands. sometimes you’re thankful that you’re dating a friend instead of someone you don’t know, you’ve heard companies do that so this isn’t bad. yet, it isn’t good either. 

you’ve been like a zombie these last few weeks. taking all sorts of pills and gummies that would give you energy and help you get through concerts with a smile. you know the guys are worried about you, but you’re not the only one feeling overworked. still, you’re the one with the worst of it. 

“let’s put on our best show,” chan says as he pats everyone’s backs. he pauses when he comes to you, “let me know if you need a break-“

“hyung, seriously,” you grimace. “you make me feel like i don’t belong sometimes.”

he frowns, realizing he overstepped. “shit, no. y/n that’s not what i meant- i just- you know that i know.”

you stare at him, almost mortified. “uh-“

“please get to the stage quickly!” a staff member says. 

chan gives you a once over before heading out, you follow suit. your migraine hasn’t stopped. the roaring of the fans feels like a hammer being pounded on your skull from the inside. you genuinely contemplate taking up chan’s offer, especially when you zone out and step on minho’s shoe accidentally. 

“my bad,” you say automatically, stepping away like you had been burned.

and maybe you were, with the way he looks at you annoyingly. when did you feel so left out like this? 

you execute the choreography perfectly, smiling at hyunjin whenever he comes across you on a part. fans fawn over each and every one of you. yet, when your part comes during the bridge, you stop mid verse when something oozes out of your nose onto your upper lip. immediately, you look away from the camera and wipe it with your sleeve. the worst part is minho was behind you for the formation, his brows furrowed when you immediately stumbled when walking to the next formation. 

“are you bleeding?” jisung asks ushered as jeongin sings. 

you walk past all of them, jogging to the backstage. the bleeding won’t stop, normally you can just wipe it away and it’s unnoticeable but you knew this isn’t as easy. you’re hyper aware of your physical status. 

“oh, here let me,” a staff member says as they guide you to a chair. 

the fans are worried, chan clarifying that you’ll be fine makes it worse. how weak could you be?

“the bleeding stopped,” you say as you look at the clean tissue you pull away from your nose. 

“ah, are you sure you want to go-“

“thank you for your care, if anything comes up i’ll let you know,” you bow low before heading back out after the second song. 

there’s a moment where the members speak and chat, you anxiously return to the stage as jisung speaks to stay. you could stand beside anyone, they’re all dear to you and have been with you during tough times. yet, you unconsciously went to minho’s side, awkwardly standing there when you realize you shouldn’t have chosen him. 

even now, does he really give you comfort? why are you lying to yourself like this? 

“oh! hyung! are you okay?” hyunjin asks out loud on the mic. 

you swallow before looking down at your mic, “minho hit me with his mic when i went to formation.”

what. 

minho spins and looks at you. you clearly lost your mind. 

“i’m good though hyung, no need to apologize.”

everyone on stage is looking at you like you really have lost it. minho’s eyes are like saucers. he hesitates before bringing his mic up to speak, looking away and nervously fidgeting with his inear. 

“uh, my mistake, i didn’t realize you were that close when we turned.”

“hyung doesn’t realize his strength either,” hyunjin jokes nervously. 

there’s no way to verify or deny that fact. in the formation you and minho are pretty hidden, so in the end, it’s a possibility no matter how slim. 

“the fuck was that,” minho grits when all of you are backstage for an outfit change.

“hey, don’t fight,” changbin huffs. 

you stand there stiffly, changbin between the two of you. everyone has run off, not wanting to get caught up in it. chan comes up to you two. minho glares at you before stepping back. 

“i didn’t mean to hurt you,” he says, like he really did hurt you on the stage.

“but you did.” you say automatically. 

“hey, hey, what matters is that you’re okay,” chan says, believing the words that came out of your mouths. 

neither chan or changbin know that minho’s apology and your accusations are not from what happened minutes ago, but from what happened two months ago. you look away, turning to change. 

now, things are worse. the anger you had from what minho did dwindled down into your suppressed sadness. you meant everything you said- you’d leave anything and everything to keep him. yet, why didn’t he want you? 

you cover your face before your stylist fixes your makeup, you ask for a few moments and she goes on standby. your head is killing you, you want to cry from frustration, you absolutely want minho. 

he always knew how to make you feel better. 

how come the last time you fought him he kissed you? isn’t he hurting too? why is this so difficult? 

by the time you’re back on stage with the other members, you can’t really stay focused. you trail behind anyone and everyone down the stage when some of the songs are free reign across the stage. you stick to jisung, the second closest member to you… well, maybe the first one now that minho wants nothing to do with you. 

you watch him across the stage. 

during the song there’s a beat pause. everyone looks at each other playfully, but minho’s eyes latch onto your gaze. 

you smile at him, painful but yearning. 

he at least has the decency to wave back. 

and the flame of hope ignites in your heart again. 

your life feels suffocating. 

you can’t remember how many times you’ve been seen only as gayoung’s boyfriend. the idol with an outed relationship that bloomed from a drama. you get back to korea. you fly out for concerts. you fly out for interviews. 

it’s constant movement. 

everyone found out your nosebleeds come from stress and your lack of sleep. chan knows the most of it, he does lack sleep too. still, your life is busy even with not scenes to shoot. 

minho isn’t handling that well. he hasn’t exactly stepped up to confront you about the situation between the two of you. nor has he approached you on terms outside of fan service. it’s not even as often as before, it’s crumbs of what the two of you used to do. ever since you started a relationship there’s constant war between fans when a member is too touchy with you. 

you’re not an object, you don’t belong to gayoung. if only they knew the relationship was strictly a job on top of all your jobs. you were called in for modeling, for drink commercials, a cafe wanted to have a theme with the drama and you and gayoung had to sponsor their promotions for a week. the drinks were okay. 

the food was okay.

nothing could beat minho’s cooking. sadly, you don’t think you’ll ever get the chance to eat it ever again. you and minho’s situation hasn’t gotten better nor worse. it’s just.. still. 

you often stare at your ceiling at night when you have the luxury to be home early to rest. it’s not often but when you do… your mind drifts. 

to how soft minho’s lips are. to the hunger you two had demonstrated. the way his soft breathes ignited a fire in your stomach. he took that chance and built a wall between the two of you. 

“yah,” a voice calls out.

you jump, sitting up and whipping around to face your door. 

“i made dinner.” 

you look at the door as if minho opened it and stared at you. he’s behind the wooden pallet. he’s talking to you. your body twitches before you stiffen. 

no.

you can’t. 

you’ve waited all these months for this but you just can’t. something won’t let you. is it your self restraint? you don’t want to fight again. if you tried to bring up the topic he’d run away. he’ll somehow blame you. he’ll do everything possible to keep you at a miles distance. 

he’s just being a coworker. 

he’s obligated to show interest and care. 

“i know you’re awake,” minho says.

is his voice trembling? 

“i’m good.” you say softly, staring at the bottom of the door to see his shadow. it’s loud enough for him to hear. 

if you accepted, two things could happen. you argue and make things worse. or you lose all control and take the riskiest bet of them all. 

neither is good. 

you don’t particularly care for your fame. you have enough in your bank to survive if you get fired or blacklisted. you have backup plans. yet, you’re not ready for it yet. you’re just waiting on minho to accept that he’s the one at fault, even if it’s indirectly.

when that will happen? you don’t know. maybe him wanting to eat a cooked meal was it. yet, your instincts tell you not now. 

so you lay back down, hearing minho huff and stomp away. 

he definitely thinks you hate him. you love him, but you want him to feel a little sting. it’s nothing compared to the scalding he gave you months ago, but giving him a little taste of his medicine won’t hurt.

at least you don’t hope so. 

he has to reach out the right way. 

and… you close your eyes and toss and turns…. and if he doesn’t do it before you finally decide, then you’ll have no choice to make the move. 

just a little longer…

you hope your heart handles it. 

he doesn’t near you. you’re used to it now, despite how much it hurts you. 

it’s the end of the year and all of you are preparing for the award shows. you have many to attend— mma , mama, the baeksang arts awards. probably some more. 

the biggest is mama. it’s one of the ones at the end of the year. the acting award is in may, or so you heard. thing is you’re a nominee and they’ll announce that further on, right now your main focus is the award shows of the month of december. it’s a stressful time, but not as stressful as when you were fresh of the drama. 

since last month, you’ve had more time to breathe. to sleep too. 

you do have the obligation to keep going on dates with gayoung. instead of being home alone with minho when jisung is stuck in the studio you choose to hang out with her. unknown to you- that hurts minho. well, maybe you do know. 

“sound check done, thank you!” 

all of you bow. 

“hyung!” changbin runs to you, “i’m hungry!”

“yeah! me too!” seungmin yells. 

you smile, adoring how cute changbin looks as he clings to your side. “and what do you want to eat? we have to start getting ready for our performance tonight.”

“crab!” changbin pouts. 

“i want something else,” hyunjin argues. 

you laugh, “just order what you want… you know where my card is…” everyone screams happily, “and remember to watch your intake, i don’t need anyone with an upset stomach during or after performance. also!” you point at them, “just buy food, i don’t want to recieve a bill of some video game purchase.” you eye felix who whistles.

minho simply watches you from afar. these past few months weren’t easy. still, he can’t bring himself to face you yet. why would he? your life is as perfect as it gets— you have a successful acting and idol career. you have a beautiful girlfriend. you have millions of doting fans. what would he speak to you for? his feelings? those are worth nothing for you, it’s destroy your image. 

assuming you really did mean what you said all those months ago, what benefit would you get? he can’t do that to you. he can’t bear to think that you’d leave everything you worked so hard to build just for him… if he had ever said yes. 

but he knows better. 

and he knows his spot is exactly where he’s in- watching you from afar. seeing you work as an idol beside him. 

“alright guys, let’s go show them what we’re made of,” chan says with a whoop. 

minho simply won’t intervene. 

despite how much rest you’ve had compared to a few months back, you still don’t feel your best. still, your performance is full of energy and charisma. the whole performance is full of crazy moves and entrances. the acts hyunjin and you pulled were the highlights of the whole stage. 

by the second act, your place was to do a flip between two dancers, so that they would soon do a dance break with you. you’d have to wait for a few moments until felix finishes his line and everyone files to the side for you to do your part. 

you’ve rehearsed this plenty of times, you know when to enter and when to wait. you know how many steps to take and when to turn. when to breathe and when to blink.

yet, you take the wrong step and fall six feet off the platform stage. bodyguards run to you as you groan, your trembling arms helping you push yourself off the ground. jeongin’s worried eyes are on you, he’s hidden from the amount of dancers before him. 

“are you okay!?” a staff asks as they help you get to your feet. 

you had fallen on your hands and knees. the impact was rough but the adrenaline makes it feel like you’re fine. your hand hurts bad though, or is it your wrist? you just stare down at your shaking hands, scratched and getting red. you wobble, your knees almost giving out. you need to get back on stage-

the dance break starts. 

“help me get up!” you yell, panting. 

“if you’re injured we have to-“

“you have to walk all the way around-“

“y/n-ssi you need to get checked-“

everyone is talking but not moving. you growl, grabbing a bodyguard and your stare was enough for everyone to get the gist. they hunch over and hook their hands to give you leverage, your foot wobbles from weak balance as you boost yourself up with their help. clearly everyone is confused and worried, yet you crawl onto the stage and quickly get on your feet. 

the impact is starting to reveal where you’re hurt. your ankle is probably sprained, each step is killing you. your shoulder aches, your elbows sting. 

still, you run and when your backup dancer catch you on their peripheral vision, they immediately step back to sync with you when you backflip and spin to the floor in a breakdance pattern. it’s the final steps of the formation you were supposed to perform, yet it still blew everyone away and regained the attention of everyone. 

going through the rest of the choreography was killing you. it took everything in you to not wobble as you did your lines and performed with the rest of the members. 

the worst part? was that after forcing yourself to stand still for approximately one minute as the performance comes to an end for the cameras to stop rolling, you lose your balance when going down the stairs and once more, you fall from the three foot high staircase that lead to the backstage. 

“hyung!” jeongin cries out, catching everyone’s attention. 

medical staff already surround you as you lay on the floor, groaning and grunting. 

“what’s going on?” minho asks, eyes wide and his heart pounding. 

“hyung fell off the stairs!” changbin exclaims.

“he also fell off the stage,” jeongin sobs, “and he still hopped on and kept going-“

“hey, hey, let’s let them work,” chan says, gathering the kids away despite his anxiety skyrocketing. 

minho doesn’t budge at first, his glassy eyes fixated on your body as the medics put you on a stretcher when you say how much it hurts to move. he’s worried sick, you really pushed yourself that bad? he can’t wonder if you’re insane or passionate. no one really enjoys the rest of the ceremony. during the speech chan mentions how passionate they are for their dream, even mentioning how y/n pushed himself to give the best performance even when he shouldn’t have. 

back in the dorms chan texts the chat, saying you had dislocated your left shoulder and wrist. you’re bruised on your elbows and knees, the height would have fractured them but you had placed all your weight in the impact in your hands, causing one wrist to suffer more. two to three months until you’re fully recovered. 

they still have to perform. minho can’t help but cry, he knows very well the company will make you keep going through promotions and schedules no matter how hurt you are. 

and he’s nervous. how will he put aside his actions in order to care for you? you live right next to his room, how could he feign interest when you’ll be in need of assistance for a while? hyunjin was the same, so how could he not intervene? 

his biggest fear is this— what if you don’t let him? 

he’d deserve it of course. you have every right to refuse his help and care. 

it gnaws at him for the three days straight that you’re in the hospital. it was per your request to stay for a little longer. how will he face you? is now the right time? no. yes? 

he isn’t sure if he’s crying from guilt, self hatred or anxiety anymore. so when he hears your familiar footsteps inside the dorm he freezes. jisung is with chan and changbin again, coincidentally saying he’ll be home extremely late, he enters a frenzy. 

he hears your gruttal sigh as you walk inside your room, your door closes. 

well. it’s now or never. 

you either reject him all together — reject what? he doesn’t know. he has no idea what he’s going to say, no idea if he’ll ask to console you or to apologize for what happened or what. something has to be done, though, and if you never let him get close to you again then he’ll understand that it’s the consequences of his actions. 

he takes a deep breath as he heads out of his room. he swallows the knot in his throat when he stands before your door. 

“leave me alone, minho,” you say before his fist even makes contact with your door to knock. 

he stares at the door as if it was it that spoke to you that way. “y/n… i-“

“just leave me alone they way you said you would. you don’t need me so i don’t need you either.”

minho breathes shallow, “y-you don’t mean that-“

“the fuck do you want?” you groan, “what? i get hurt and now you decide to speak to me?”

your voice cracks at the end of your grievance. it breaks minho. 

“i’m sorry,” he sobs, “i shouldn’t have been selfish! i shouldn’t have hurt you like that!  shouldn’t have shut you out!”

he hiccups and takes a step back when you open the door. through blurry sight, he looks at you. you stare down at him, why are your eyes so tender? 

“but you did…”

“i just knew if i didn’t i’d have no restraint,” he sniffles, “i love you.” he whispers, looking down at the floor, “seeing you with her hurt so much. knowing you smell like her made me nauseous. knowing she was your new focus made me feel like i didn’t belong in your life anymore-“

“minho,” you grab his chin with your free hand, tilting his face up. “why does it take me getting hurt for you to speak to me again?” 

minho shakes his head, “i just can’t come between you and gayoung-“

“me and gayoung are dating by contract, not because i love her.” you confess, finally letting that out. “you think i want to be with her?” 

minho pushes your hand away, hot tears streaming down his face again. “what will the company think? we won’t work! you have so much to lose and-“

“you think i give a damn about all of this!?” you push him forward until he’s trapped between you and the wall. “i love you, lee minho.” you stare at his mortified expression, “i stand by what i said. for you, and only you, i’d give up everything.” 

“your career-“

“none of this means nothing if you’re not in it!” you grab his chin again, “you don’t have to love me back, you don’t have to accept my feelings! just, just talk to me again, please,” you beg, your own eyes glassing over, “don’t just be my coworker, be my friend again. be my safe place again. i-i’ll put away my feelings for you, we can forget that i love you but don’t shut me out again.” 

“y/n…” he stares at you, realizing how truly broken you’ve been since that day. 

“that’s what i meant that day… none of this is worth it if the one person that made me feel like i belonged isn’t with me.” 

“oh, y/n…” his bottom lip trembles, “have we really been that blind?”

you close your eyes and sigh, “i understand you’re scared of the public eye…”

“i am…” he whimpers. 

“but i’d walk through fire if it meant i’d have you as mine for the rest of my life.” 

he locks eyes with you, drowning in the warmth of your orbs. his heart hammers in his chest again, would he do the same? what is he really scared of? loving you and risking his career? 

no, he concludes. 

“y/n….” he says shallowly before leaning in to kiss you. 

he’s scared of losing you and realizing everything he has isn’t worth that. 

you kiss him with passion. his soft lips syncing with yours, saliva mixing with yours as your tongue grazes his. your hands grab his waist and pull him flush against you.

“ngh- y-your wrist-“ he tries to say as you eat his mouth. 

“don’t care,” you grumble as you attack his lips without remorse. 

the pesty sting in your bone doesn’t matter when he’s finally in your arms. his whimpers and moans make you want more. you know he’ll sound even more beautiful beneath you in the sheets, taking all you have to offer. 

just the thought accelerates your heart rate. the beautiful man you’ve always wanted is finaly before you. the kiss means more than a confession. you place your hands behind his thighs, he makes a noise when you lift him up. 

“ah- your shoulder-!”

“it’s okay baby, what you make me feel is bigger than the pain,” you tease as you carry him to your bed. 

he can’t scold you or complain because you attack his mouth again. you grin into the kiss as you sit on the edge of the bed with him on your lap. it’s probably the hottest thing minho will ever experience. he straddles your waist for more comfort in this position, hands running through your hair as you kiss along his jawline. when you kiss a certain spot, he twitches and whines. 

with a lazy smile, you pull away and look at him. 

“let me take you,” you beg softly, panting.

he swallows, looking down at the tent in your shorts. “but gayoung-“

“can you stop mentioning her?” you growl, pulling him down by the hips so that your boner pokes him through his joggers. “she will never have me the way you can.” you kiss his ear, making him shiver, “the way you will.”

“i’m scared,” he voices out. he wraps his arms around your neck, “i-i want to say yes but… there will be no going back, y/n…”

“it was never a choice,” you say.

and he lets you push him down onto the bed. 

🏷️ TAG LIST — @f1ln4dr3cl16mv33 @gnusihcom @minholover1 @lucianidealz @desafortuno @missvanjii @lisaswifey @yongbokkk

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[writerswhy]

Fandom rant? Yes.

I am so, so, so disillusioned with fandom at the moment. Maybe it’s reflective of the current state of media (constant reboots and adaptations and sequels and remakes with very little substance) and internet culture, but I just feel like 1) it’s gotten increasingly difficult to integrate into any fandom. Everything and everyone moves on so fast because 2) it feels like caring is cringy nowadays? Maybe it’s because I grew up being told I took things too seriously, I care too much, but since when did everything have to become a joke or a trend?

Like, I enjoy fawning over ships and being silly in the tags but I also want to discuss the actual work and process behind a piece of artwork or fic. Why did you use those specific colors? (ex: in hotd the consensus is that the reason Alicent wears blues when she’s alone or vulnerable is because it’s a way to connect to her mother, to the girl she was before marrying the king and becoming a mother herself etc.) For fanvids, I love thinking about why a creator synced a random frame with a specific lyric. Even for fanfics, I actually take the whole “yeah bro it's a character study. the 2 thousand words of blowjob is vital to the study of the character” meme seriously, and when I go to the comments and read what others are saying, I feel silly and out of place when everyone’s talking about how hot the smut was and “pls more 🙏”. I get it, I do, and I acknowledge that the writer probably did just want to write smut and call it a day, but maybe they had something more to say? Maybe that’s why they wrote about how character A will give a blowjob but won’t kiss character B? Maybe they’re trying to explore internalized homophobia and religious guilt and power dynamics? I don’t know! I don’t know because no one is saying anything anymore.

One of my favorite fandom experiences this year has been reading fanfic from this one author who writes in Spanish and translates their work to English. Is it well-written? No, the translation is pretty rough, but the author has so much to say and I’ve loved picking their brain and just…talking about our favorite characters both in-universe and in modern aus, from a character’s mindset to how they take their coffee. (This goes back to an old post I made about “bad art” and how we need it. I don’t care if it’s littered with grammatical errors. I don’t care if the pacing is off. I don’t care if the art isn’t pleasing to the eye. You have something to say and I want to hear it. It’s upsetting to think about how many people have been driven out of fandoms or completely ignored because their work isn’t pretty or neat or palatable.)

And the cherry on top? Aside from typical fandom shenanigans—antis and censorship and ship wars—creating is starting to feel like a rat race. I’ve written 47k for this one ship and I don’t think I’m ever posting the fic. And that sucks because I put a lot of time into plotting and writing and editing. I enjoy rereading it, I enjoyed writing it (for the most part), but do I want to share it with the same fandom that once called me a rape-apologist, misogynistic, man-centered freak because of who my favorite character is? No (this is insane behavior btw). And even if the reception is positive, from what I’ve seen, these types of fics for this specific ship gets very little interaction. I don’t necessary want general interaction; I want a community, I want comment threads and drabbles and community microfics, and I’m just not getting that anymore. I have more fun creating private Pinterest boards for my favorite characters and ships at this point.

[viiridiangreen]

I’ve been neglecting the shit out of my destiny page + streams and stuff... but uh, for once it’s actually a positive?? I’ve officially survived my first month of full time half-remote office job & I’m currently making SOUMP

My partner Q is away with their dad talking about a gig at said dad’s company, & next weekend he’s also taking him to get looked at by the ophtalmologist again.

Q has been unable to work or do much of anything they enjoy for about three years on account of an undx’d eye condition. They’re a photographer... among other things that benefit from being able to look at stuff without debilitating pain. Hoping the doctor is finally able to help them.

We’re uhhh also about to buy a motorbike. Which is scary but also pretty exciting.

Sooo in addition to having gone from a part-time paid intern to a legit employee with double the salary plus insurance & bonuses, I won’t be the single earner anymore & we’ll have an actual method of transportation to our name, so we can go downtown without spending 1/8 of my monthly earnings on the round trip like before.

I haven’t needed to supply my income with the rent-an-egirl site, thinking of taking it up again & returning to Twitch too but focusing on building a comfortable space & striking a sustainable rhythm, remaining mindful of my comfort rather than like,, desperately trying to make enough to eat lol. Also any earnings from that are gonna go towards treats / personal projects / actual never-before-seen savings. Like this month I did empty out my acct bc the transitional period between internship and employment was fucking wild and we also had a friend staying with us before that so expenses kinda piled up. But. Apparently I’ll start to have an actual small surplus to stash away for emergencies soon.

Which means!! I can start thinking of updating the remaining fossil-like pieces on my PC, then maybe even getting a whole new one so I can do a better quality & more secure dual-machine stream & create Content(TM) from my gameplay more easily. I wanna learn 3D modeling too, start making custom VRChat avatars or Vtubers and whatnot.

And also!!! Tattooing equipment. And like my first actual tattoos for myself (I’ve done four for other folks, have none myself, mostly bc I want big large blackwork pieces that wrap around the body instead of just sitting in a little corner of it like a sticker. not that those aren’t cute but yeah). Q can probably get their arm piece touched up (it’s been on hiatus since they got it in JANUARY 2020 LMAO) and get the spine piece they’ve thought about so much.

Maybe we can even get a Little Guy To Live Alongside Us in the next few years???? Like an actual pet (which I’ve never ever had btw even as I’m a very Bonkers Over Animals person). While being confident that we can cover the costs of a good QOL for them ?!?!?! Insane.

TL;DR Shit’s going suspiciously well and I’m already plotting my eventual return to tattooing :3c

[azenkii]

 ATLA Fic Rec 

because I've been spending way too much time reading it. Btw, this is a rec for gen fics and zukka fics.

Note: an asterisk after the description means that the fic or series is incomplete. (Sadly, this is a lot of them, but I'm pretty sure most of these fics are still currently updating.)

GEN:

Anything by MuffinLance is a must-read. my personal favourites are Salvage (where Hakoda ends up with one (1) grumpy new prisoner/crewmate/adopted son) and Little Zuko v the World (where Zuko is 12, and it's adorable).

The Family You Choose by TunaFishChris is a god-tier platonic soulmate au about zuko and the gaang, so like...go read that right now

The kintsugi series by discordiansamba is an AU where Toph's parents hire Zuko-as-Lee to be a bodyguard for her, and I love it so much. It has some of the best Toph-and-Zuko sibling bonding I've ever seen. *

Dragon Moon by Satirrian is a Dragon! Zuko AU and it's incredible. It also features Bounty Hunter Zuko, so do with that what you will. *

The What We're Given series by Haicrescendo is *chef's kiss*. It's an AU where Zuko flipped his father off early on into his banishment and started living his best life with Iroh. Enter the Gaang. Shenanigans ensue. *

The Internment series by Hannahmayski is another Zuko breaks free from his dad early AU, and it's also really good. Basically, Zuko was never given the option to capture the Avatar, making his banishment indefinite. He sails around with his crew fighting the Fire Nation and it's great. *

The best way to solve your problems (is to help someone else) by hewwodarkness is an AU where kids start disappearing in Ba Sing Se during Book 2, and Zuko takes it upon himself to do a little vigilantism. It's fantastic. *

The Blue Spirit AU series by H_Faith_Marr is an AU starting from, surprise surprise, the Blue Spirit episode. The Gaang takes in Zuko without knowing who he is, and the Power of Friendship™ goes to work on Zuko. *

The the first rule of earth kingdom fight club... series by ohmygodwhy is an AU where Zuko, among other things, fights in underground cage matches, meets Toph early, and realises that his dad might be wrong. It’s pretty funny and really good. *

The The Non-Existent Twin series by FoiblePNoteworthy is hilarious. It's an AU where Zuko poses as his own twin, Li, and the Gaang buys it hook line and sinker. *

The Guilt (The Jet Adopts Zuko AU) series by FoiblePNoteworthy is also really good. Like the title says, it’s a Zuko joins the Freedom Fighters AU. *

The new ways series by blueseam is just a Zuko and the Gaang bonding fic, mostly set in the Western Air Temple, with a side of Zuko not taking care of himself and the Gaang stepping up to the job. If you’re like me and am an absolute sucker for Zuko and the Gaang, go read this.

The Family Matters series by WinterSky101 is a really good fic if you’re looking for Hakoda and Zuko. That’s all I have to say: Hakoda and Zuko.

a nation, held by snowdarkred is a GREAT Fire Nation & Zuko fic - set before and during canon, not after it. Go read it, right now.

Notable mentions: a lot of works by naggeluide are gen and pretty funny, though if you don't headcanon any of the characters as LGBT+ you might not like some of them.

ZUKKA:

anything by Haicrescendo and dickpuncher420. For Haicrescendo, my personal favourite is the Carry On For You series, and for dickpuncher420, it’s love language.

sirens & sleepless nights by Satirrian is a modern AU that just borders on dystopian. Ba Sing Se has been overtaken by the Fire Nation, Zuko is a soldier who broke away from the Fire Nation and got shot for it, and Sokka finds Zuko on the street and brings him inside. It’s amazing, go read it!

do you take this jerk to be (your one and only) by jatersade is a fic that I’m 90% sure is on every zukka fic rec list, and it deserves to be. It’s an arranged marriage AU where Zuko is engaged to Yue, and Sokka is his cultural guide. *

midnight runs and other things by isamagicdragon is a modern AU where Zuko keeps sleepwalking into Sokka’s apartment. Shenanigans ensue. Also, top-tier Zuko, Mai and Ty Lee interactions. *

Unchained Melody by avocadolove is another fic that I see a lot on rec lists, and it 100% deserves it. It’s a long fic (as of now, it’s at 63.8k) and is an AU where Sokka, after getting taken to the Spirit World by Heibai, ends up as a ghost that only Zuko can see. Ft. great enemies-to-friends-to-lovers and an incredible plot. *

Ozymandias, King of Kings by Think_of_a_Wonderful_Thought is SO good. It’s an AU where, instead of being banished, Zuko was sent to work in a coal mine/prison, which eventually becomes the target of a Water Tribe raid after Aang’s return. It can get pretty dark, so watch out for that, and it’s really long (as of now, 168.8k). But trust me, it’s worth it. *

Heart Beat Here by thefangirlingdead is an adorable Modern AU oneshot where Zuko, while shopping for engagement rings with Katara, freaks out when Sokka lies about where he is. It’s a happy ending, don’t worry. One of my favourite fics.

feels like we only go backwards by oldpotatoe and A Certain Slant of Light by JustGettingBy are both amnesia fics where Sokka loses his memory several years after the war. They’re both so, so good. A Certain Slant of Light is finished, but feels like we only go backwards is not.

reality strikes, so bring back the night by zukkababey is a time-travel oneshot where Western-Air-Temple Sokka wakes up in the future to find his older self married to one (1) Fire Lord Zuko. Fluffy and funny. 

maybe i just see you (in everything) by epicbubbles is a really cute Modern AU oneshot with love confessions and just fluff all around. 10/10 go read it!!

it’s the illusion of separation by argentoswan is a fic that has legendary status and it absolutely deserves it. God-tier Modern AU where Sokka ends up working at the Jasmine Dragon alongside his former high school bully, Zuko. (Kind of) enemies-to-friends-to-lovers, and it’s just...SO good. *

say you like your shirt soggy by crosspin is a reallyyy nice 5+1 fic. It’s Modern AU, and it’s pretty short (3.7k), but the amount of yearning that gets packed into that 3.7k,,,,*chef’s kiss*

and they were roommates by flydunes is another Modern AU where sokka puts up an ad for a roommate. Zuko moves in, and Sokka gets a crush. It’s just good vibes all around :) *

like blood from a stone by catalinacat is a Soulmate AU that took a completely different direction with the soulmate trope. The summary does a better job of explaining it than I can. *

absence of heat, excess of destiny by theycallmesuperboy is one of the best soulmate AUs out there. it’s not too long, only 4.3k words, but it covers the entire series and then some. Seriously, go read this.

it isn’t strange, but it’s true by theholyterror is a 5+1 post-canon fic with some of the best pining I’ve ever seen, ft. Ambassador Sokka and Fire Lord Zuko. The 5+1 is times Zuko went out of his way to touch Sokka.  *

like the sun inside of you by ofherlionheart is another post-canon fic, and it’s incredible so far. the first chapter alone is 23k, so it’s already a decently long read. *

the stemverse: earth science zuko au series by acezukos is a REALLY good Modern/University AU. So far, it only has one work (earth system history) but that work is already *chef’s kiss*. The series is incomplete, but earth system history is complete!

rebellion’s such a hushed affair by zeitgeistofnow is a fantastic Modern AU that, like sirens & sleepless nights, borders on dystopian. Actually, I think it is dystopian, but it hasn’t been tagged as such. Anyway, 10/10, go read it right now immediately

Mark Time by foil is a Modern AU where Sokka ghosted Zuko years ago, and they get brought back together by Aang and Katara’s wedding. It’s really good, but the fic has some pretty heavy content, so make sure you read the warnings. *

That birds would sing and think it were not night by HisMomoness is a Modern AU that has Zuko tutoring Sokka, with absolute top-tier pining. Like, seriously, the pining is insane. Superr good

this love burns so yellow (becoming orange and in its time, exploding) by meliebee is one of the best post-canon fics I’ve ever read. It features a civil war in the Fire Nation (that gets resolved about halfway through) and some great Toph and Zuko interactions, as well as some Grade A pining. 

boy problems by burnt_oranges is FANTASTIC post-canon and has sokka and zuko in an accidental arranged marriage, plus some attempted assassinations. It’s great.

zuko vs the homie sexual agenda by parmigiano has Zuko and Sokka pining for each other in Ikea. Do I need to say more?

Friendship Bracelets by peachcitt is a Modern AU best friends to lovers. Pretty short (4.9k), but the pining is immaculate.

isn’t this the vision that you wanted by nebulastucky is INCREDIBLE, I read it recently because it just got completed and it’s *chef’s kiss*. It’s post-canon ft. mutual pining and some reallyyy good ‘and there was only one bed’ scenes.

Real Slow and no one knows anything but us by surveycorpsjean and quidhitch respectively are two of my favourite post-canon Ambassador Sokka and Fire Lord Zuko fics. Go check them out!

The Duke’s a Hazard by naggeluide is a really nice AU starting from the Western Air Temple, where the Duke decides that Sokka and Zuko are now his new parents. They bond over coparenting, and the (kind of) enemies-to-friends-to-lovers is really good. Plus, it’s funny.

Those Who Favor Fire by CSHfic and VSfic is a really good fic of the Spymaster Sokka AU. If you don’t know what that is, it’s an AU where Sokka fakes his death and goes undercover in an organisation that wants to kill Zuko.

Fics I added after posting (so far, all Zukka):

The Road Between Action and Inaction by Donvex is a fic that I can't believe I left out the first time?? It's a modern hitchhiking AU and it's great.

Rituals of the Ocean Floor by Donvex is a nice one too. It's only around 2.2k words, but it's a Fox Spirit!Zuko and Sharkman!Sokka AU, and I just really like the writing style.

by the stars above, i knew we were in love by theycallmesuperboy and The Fate of Nations in Our Hands by sapphic_ambitions are both top-tier post-canon fics. Be warned: by the stars above is a liiiittle bit angsty.

blue's clues by parmigiano is a really good Modern AU where Sokka, a university student journalist, gets ahold of the phone number of the Blue Spirit, a new campus vigilante. He ends up talking to the Blue Spirit to get an interview out of him, and it's really cute!

Honourable mention: the Avatar Zuko series by the_cloud_whisperer is one of the best series I've ever read, and it's really long - it got completed about a month ago, with 493.6k words in total (415k if you ignore the extra work made up of author's notes). It develops all the characters really well, especially Lu Ten, but the main ship is Zukaang. Personally, my biggest problem with Zukaang is the age difference, and Aang is aged up to be Zuko's age (or older, I think? I don't really remember) in this. I kept reading it because the plot was too good to give up, and I do highly recommend it, but yeah.

I’ll add more fics if I remember them, but this is what I had bookmarked. Also, shameless self plug here because I also write ATLA fic @ azenki on ao3

[birdwonder]

I just saw your body swap HCs for the Bucciarati gang, so could I request one for the Crusaders? I also heard about your computer troubles, so if it’s too long and rage inducing I apologize. (Hope you can get your computer fixed) (also found out I could use emojis thanks to you!)🃏

|| sorry for the late response ! thanks for the concern, jester/joker ( whatever shall i call you? ) btw !

Original Post + TW : comedic, very light nsfw 

Star Dust Crusaders | Bodyswap Headcanons

Jotaro Kujo

- The two of you were heading out to buy some cold beverages when you were hit with the stand attack that wasn’t even all that surprising seeing as Dio had sent non-stop, relentless attacks against you all ever since your journey had began. What was surprising was the stand’s effects however.

- When you staggered backwards, you had unfortunately hit your head against a stop street sign that hurt more than you wanted to admit. There was some shock though, as you hadn’t bashed against the pole of the sign but the actual image it displayed it’s self - something you were sure you were too short to reach. “How the hell?” You muttered to yourself while rubbing the back of your hair, pausing when you realised how freakishly different your hair felt. Not to mention, when you looked down, those were definitely not your clothes. 

- “You tell me.” A voice- Your voice responded, your own eyes glaring at you yet from a much lower angle. Shit, you were tall. Or, was this body tall? If you had to guess by your fashion, height and the fact you could see yourself and not Jotaro; well the dots were easy to connect.

- “Fuck, I’m you!” “No shit.” “Why the hell are you so god damn tall?” “That’s your issue?”

- “Ugh, suck my dick.” You groaned at his tone, already hating the situation. A guy was in your body and though you knew Jotaro wasn’t the shifty type, it was still uncomfortable to think about. 

- “Don’t you mean my dick?”

- Ah, he shouldn’t have said that. The two of you both stared at each other in awkward silence, Jotaro visibly regretting what he had let slip and you, slowly starting to laugh. Your laughter was a strange sound seeing as it sounded way deeper than your original one. This must be what Jotaro sounded like when he laughed �� it was nice.

- Jokingly, you wagged your brows, “does this mean you want me to whip it out?” If it wasn’t your face, you’d die of laughter at the distraught Jotaro showed, followed with a hint of fluster.

Noriaki Kakyoin 

- “Now, don’t freak out,” Kakyoin tried to soothe, hands holding out to stop you from doing anything rash which didn’t work too well when even he was panicking internally. After all, the one he had to comfort had his face.

- “There’s no way I can’t, I’m… I’m you! You’re me!” Of all the times to be in a stand user’s way, why did it have to be this one ? And w h y did this weird strand of hair keep getting into your mouth?! Seriously, how does Kakyoin manage to look so cool with this pest in his face all the time?

- That wasn’t the only problem though, no. You just had to swap bodies with someone you not only thought of as cool and amazing, but freakishly handsome too. Yet you were convinced you were anything but that. Bending down, you took hold of the jacket on your body, one that Kakyoin’s mind was currently in. “What are you doing?” He asked with a confused look, watching you zip up the jacket which was horribly confusing since he had to watch his own hands fix a jacket that wasn’t even his own.

- “Zipping your- my jacket! Just don’t pay too much attention to me, ok? I’m such a mess,” you mumbled, fumbling with the zipper. Gah, you weren’t used to having such long and thin fingers. Kakyoin in return narrowed his brows, his temporarily smaller hands going over your’s. 

- “Don’t start with that [First Name], you’re perfect the way you are. How we look is not our biggest problem anyways, we need to find that stand user and quick.” As much as you didn’t want to say it, he was right. You couldn’t focus on this, not when you didn’t know how permanent this situation could be. Nodding, you agreed.

- Kakyoin then smiled, a hand placing it’s self on your shoulder. [He died a little inside when he realised he had to go on his tip toes to do this.] “Come on, after all this I’ll treat us to something nice.”

Joseph Joestar

- “OH MY GO-” Joseph tried to yell but stopped abruptly when he realised how horribly strange it sounded in your voice. Of all the days you both agreed to team up, this had to be the one.

- While he was panicking in your body, you were staring at yourself in a mirror’s reflection, flexing your arm with an interested look. The way his muscles tensed and relaxed was way too good not to admire, not when his short sleeves left little to the imagination. Even for his age, this man seriously looked good and you couldn’t even try to hide that thought from him; so you didn’t. With a low whistle, you found a new pose to show off the Joestar’s muscles in, “not bad, old man. Guess you don’t skip gym day even on a retirement plan.”

- Joseph had to double take at your comment. “I’m not that old, and I sure as hell am not retiring anytime soon!” He argued, huffing before storming up to you and shoving you away from the mirror. Admittedly, he was pleasantly surprised by your praise to his physique and it really did get to his head, “you can stare all you want at my body later when we’re not facing serious danger, just get a move on now!”

- Raising a brow at the comment, you smirked to yourself as you watched your own body try to push the one you were in currently. Wonder how it felt for him. The guy would probably get a kick out of it if he just let him relax like you were. “Is that a promise? ‘Cause you can have front row tickets to your own show if you really want, Mr Joestar.” You cooed, dropping a formal title as though you weren’t suggesting something incredibly personal at all. At least it got a good reaction out of him, seeing as he paused his efforts to get you moving to stare at you with surprise. This then made you laugh, a gloved finger then moving to gently press his nose to pull him out of his dazed state. “Just kidding, pervert.”

- After that, you started to walk off ahead of him as he tried to collect his thoughts, his final reaction leaving him grumbling over what a damn tease you are and that there was no way he’d settle for the treatment you had just given him.

Mohammed Avdol

- Neither of you were too panicked by the situation thankfully, but there was still an awkwardness between you. Luckily, neither of you were the type to get too handsy and experimental with your comrade’s body so there was a strong bond of trust.  

- “Doesn’t all this clothing get uncomfortable in the heat?” You questioned while on your search for the stand user, making a gesture to his body which was your’s for the time being. It was insanely hot and though you were sure you had a little bit of his endurance, the heat was agonising. “Even your stand uses fire! Doesn’t it bother you at all?”

- Avdol chuckled in response to that, his laugh not being nearly as satisfying and fun to hear as it sounded more like you than the man himself. Shaking his head, he answered casually, “I don’t mind much at all. I was raised in the heat and when you are brought up like that, you grow accustomed to it. Magician’s Red’s ability doesn’t affect me at all either, seeing as he is my stand.” He enjoyed answering your many questions you always seemed to have for him, it made him feel wise and secretly savoured every second the two of you spent alone together. Not only were you good company, but you were deeply treasured in his heart. That was something for another day however.

- “Really?” You were surprised that he could stand this at all. It was already becoming bothersome for you. Instinctively, you took a hold of the bottom of his shirt and pulled it forwards and backwards to make some air flow across your stomach and chest. While doing so, you looked down for a split second to really take in the fact that you were in a whole other person’s body and your breath hitched at the short glimpse you had of his chest. You knew this man was healthy but you had no idea he was that fit. Wasn’t he like a semi-pacifist sorta guy?!

- Your sudden silence had concerned Avdol, leading him to questioning you. “Are you alright, [First Name]?” He was too much of a sweetheart to be real. You forced a smile and nodded, humming a happy reply. The best you could do really when you were too ashamed and surprised that you had seen the body of a god. 

- “Yeah I’m alright! Just checking out the hot body I mean weather! It’s like… really hot. So let’s find the stand user soon so I can feel cool again, haha!” Totally played it off well. Avdol seemed skeptical but he moved on, nodding in agreement with a determined look. You two really did have a goal to complete and fast.

- Even so, he knew what you had done and found it incredibly adorable how worked up it had got you.

Jean Pierre Polnareff

- The moment the shock of your minds switching bodies had subsided, Polanreff’s prioritises had gotten a little jumbled. His arms wrapped around his body, which really meant your’s, caressing each curve and swayed side to side with a dreamy expression. In fairness, he did feel like he was in a dream. He was in your body! It was so soft and perfect and whooo, did he mention soft? This chest was made for loving and supporting a head, and Polnareff was seriously looking for a pillow.

- “Ma cherie, you’re just so gorgeous! You’re so wicked to have kept this from me all this time,” he exaggeratedly complained while his hands still roamed his new, greatly admired body. You on the other hand, were a blushing mess who was trying to get him to stop.

- “Polnareff, please! We need to get going,” you insisted, trying to pull his arms away as you shut your eyes tight to avoid seeing his actions. One pro side of being in his body was adopting his incredible strength. 

- “Ah, oui, we shall go! But please, I need to let you know there is no way I can pass up on admiring this.” Oh please someone stop him now. “I mean, have you seen this rump?” Almost screeching, you slapped a hand over his lips and shook your head quickly with a stressed look. You were going to die of shame before any of Dio’s henchmen or women would even get to your first.

- He stared up at you with confusion before finally letting it sink in just how crude he was being. It wasn’t like he whole heartedly meant to! He just really appreciated your appearance. “Sorry cherie, I suppose I went to far, hm? I just couldn’t help myself.”

- You, unable to stay mad at the french man for longer than even a day, sighed and waved it off, knowing he meant no real harm. “It’s alright but please, we really should try and find a way to revert to our original bodies.”

- “Of course!” He enthusiastically agreed, taking a hold of your hand before starting to march off to whatever direction he so needed to go to - meaning, a random one he picked and prayed for the best. “There’s no way I can truly engross myself with your perfections from a first person’s perspective! As soon as we’re in our bodies, you’ll be showing me everything, cherie!”

- Honestly, you were a little excited by that.

Iggy

- “AAAAAH.” “woof.” “AAAAH” “wOOF?!” “AAAAAA-” “WOOOOO-”

- mother fucker you are a dOG.

[greatgatsbyhateblog]

Hi sorry I have been quiet on if I’ve watched any more disco episodes and stuff (I have btw), it’s just that one very specific scene has taken up every bit of brain power I have to attempt to break down or comprehend, and I have been thinking about it for an entire 24 hours now, and will continue to think about it for at least another week or so.

since I can’t talk with my mom or brother about it (no thank you vague homophobia), and none of my friends watch Star Trek, I have been internalizing every goddamn thought or hal-thought I have, and it is going to drive me insane.

I cannot begin to explain my emotions on this scene, but I think this doodle best describes the general gist:

or, like, very high-pitched and very confused-sounding laughter, intermingled with spluttered “wh..what? What the?? Huh?? Wait did.. did I imagine that???”s and the like.

i have, by no means, collected my thoughts at all into proper, clear sentences, but I must inflict this all upon y’all, so at least I am not suffering alone :)

SPOILERS FOR DISCOVERY EPISODE 2x10 “The Red Angel”

First off, the paragraph on this scene in the memory alpha recap only sort of does this scene justice.

second, AAAAAAAAWHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK IM LOSING MY MIND WHAT THE F U CK WAS THAT??????????????????????????

ok and with that out of the way (for now), I’m talking/thinking/losing my mind over the scene in engineering (I think that’s where it was) where Stamets, Tilly, and Georgiou are talking about how to trap the Red Angel or smthn and then Georgiou calls Stamets “neurotic“, which I had to look up, and I am mad (/hj) about that bc he’s just adhd leave him alone ok!! And then Culber walks in and, yknow, things get awkward bc he and Stamets are currently.. at odds.. :| and Georgiou is like “male tension ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)” which is weird and vaguely uncomfortable but not at ALL the weirdest or most uncomfortable thing that is said in this scene. And then she (Georgiou) is trying to come onto Paul or somethin, and then she is DEFINITELY coming onto him, AND HUGH IS STANDING RIGHT THERE THIS WHOLE TIME PLEASE SAY SOMETHING????? And then thank god he fucking does, but that only makes things worse bc he’s like “hes gay,, stop??” and she’s like “actually no I don’t think I will because fun fact he’s pansexual in my universe and we fucked big time, all the time, and you joined us too, and it was great and I’d love to do it again if you know what I mean ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)” HI WHAT THE FUCK? and Stamets and Culber are both like “can you please not?? I’m gay, he’s gay, we’re both very gay. We don’t want to join your polycule thing, even if it (polycules) is a staple part of Star Trek. I’m begging you, please stop talking about this” (FUCKING UH YEAH UNDERSTANDABLY???????) and then Georgiou is like “glad we all agree :)” AND JUST,, FUCKIN L E A V E S??????????????????? HI WHAT???? And Tilly, who, poor soul, has been standing there for this entire thing, is like “w h a t w a s t h a t ??????”

AND THEN ITS OVER SND HAS YET TO BE MENTIONED SINCE??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? HELP PLEASE I FEEL LIKE I IMAGINED IT BUT NOPE ITS RIGHT THERE IN MEMORY ALPHA???????? I NEED A FUCKING THERAPIST I CANT DEAL WITH WHATEVER THE FUCK THAT JUST WAS!!

oH YEAH AND AT SOME POINT GEORGIOU CALLS CULBER “Papi”???????? IM CRYING WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HELP HRLP HELP HELP PLEASE GEORGIOU I WAS STARTING TO THINK U WERE KINDA COOL BUT NO THANKS ANYMORE I THINK I SM GOOD PLEASE I CANNOT STOP THINKING SBOUT THIS IT HAS BEEN OVER 24 HOURS NOW HELP ME

HERE HAVE THIS SHITTY COMIC(?) I MADE BECAUSE I HAVE NO OTHER WAY TO BEGIN TO COMPREHEND THIS SCENE:

*continues screaming*

[vloggerparker]

i love you, steve harrington || s.h

↬ pairing(s): Steve Harrington x Henderson!reader

↬ genre/warnings: fluff, best friends to lovers!au, mentions of blood & injury

↬ word count: 2.1k

↬ synopsis: after the battle of Starcourt, best friend’s Steve and (y/n) share their intimate feelings with one another

↬ a/n: this is based off the request the lovely @annabeth-parker got and I wrote to it too because I thought it was so cute!! their ask box is opened to ships and requests currently btw! and yes, I couldn’t decide which gif to use out of the two. no, I am not ashamed.

“Dustin!” your shouts are weighed with relief as you saw his head of curls through the crowd. He spun around, eyes searching the sea of people before meeting yours, and you hop out of the back of the ambulance with a limp in your step as you sprint towards him. Your body ached in pain but it immediately subsided as you held your younger brother in your arms, his whole body shaking with sobs as he squeezed you harder than he ever had before.

Your eyes fluttered open one at a time, glimmering with watery tears as you see your best friend, Steve, staring back at you. He looks worse for wear, but the smile he sends you nearly stops your heart, and despite his beaten face, he still looks beautiful. You swipe your tears away as Dustin finally pulls away from you, but the urge to cry is still there as you make way towards Steve while your brother reunited with his friends.

There are no words, and as soon as you’re close enough, Steve is embracing you with such a force it was like he was trying to break you, and you were letting him with the certainty that he would put you back together. His shoulders are shuttering as if he were crying, and you gasp and pull back to see his face, but rather than tears he has a large, toothy grin on his face.

You quirk an eyebrow up at him, questioning his sudden laughter. His eyes travel the length of your body, and through a laugh he said, “girl, you look like shit. Not like, the shit, but like shitty. Like dog shit.”

“Thanks, Harrington.” you roll your eyes with pursed lips. The mood is still lighthearted, though, because Steve knows that just behind those pursed lips was a smile waiting to be tempted out. “We almost die and that is the first thing you say to me? And it’s not like half your face isn’t swelled up like a balloon, so I don’t want to hear it.”

He snickered and said, “let’s sit you down.” he hooked an arm around your waist, pulling your body flush against his as he guided you to a nearby ambulance.

You both plopped down into the back of one of the many red vans with heavy sighs. You had already received medical attention to at least the fracture in your leg, but going off Steve’s blood stained face, he hadn’t had any. You pulled the first-aid kit off the wall of the ambulance and began rummaging through it before Steve joked, “are you licensed for this?”

“Maybe,” you paused for a moment, “well, no, but I do the same thing for animals. How different could it be?”

“Very?” Steve said, laughter falling into sync with his words. “(Y/n), you’re a veterinary intern; you patch up animals, and the last I checked I wasn’t a dog.”

You rolled your eyes, looking at him expectantly. His eyes bounced from yours to the bottle of alcohol and gauze in your hands before breathing out a sigh of defeat. There was no use for him to try railing against you, because no matter how hard he did, you were too stubborn anyway. He slid closer to you where his bare thigh was pressed against yours, but you ignored the skin contact and focused on not spilling alcohol everywhere.

“Thank you,” you drawled out your vowels, bringing the alcohol-soaked gauze to his chin, hovering over the cut. “This is going to sting like a bitch, Harrington. Just know it’s okay to scream.”

Steve scoffed. “As if I would- God dammit, (Y/n)!” he exclaimed, lurching away from you.

“I told you.”

After disinfecting the first cut, Steve was resolutely unreactive for the remainder of the time spent at his aid. You had finished when you began repacking the first-aid kit, but was stopped when Steve caught your wrist in his hand. Your eyes asking a handful of questions dashed towards his allowing your eyes to make blissful contact. You thought on how despite how annoying Steve was, how he complained or at best always looked bored, his moronic obsession with his hair, that you were madly, hilariously in love with him. And he’s just staring back at you, lips parted just enough to entice you.

The atmosphere is palpable and your ears buzz, and suddenly it only feels like it’s you and Steve in the parking lot. His eyes are warm and inviting, baiting you, and it’s like a hook around your neck reeling you in before logic asserts dominance over your mind once again. Steve was your best friend, just your best friend, and you were painfully aware of that.

You could see his lips moving as he said something, but it didn’t quite register in your brain until he broke eye contact and released your wrist, grabbing the gauze pads back from where you put them away and held them out in front of you. You shook your head as to clear it like an etch-a-sketch. “It’s my turn to play doctor,” he said, his words uncertain from the blank staring he got the first time he said it, “you know, clean up your face.”

Heat spread from your chest to the tips of your ears as you nodded. “Yeah, sure.”

As he applied the alcohol wipe to a cut above your eyebrow, you squeezed your eyes shut, bottom lip pulled between your teeth to stifle any yelps of pain. Steve chuckled to himself as he pulled the gauze away and blew cool air to the cut. After he was sure it didn’t sting for you anymore, he stopped and said, “I’m so lucky to have you, (Y/n). I’m so glad you’re alive and safe.”

His admission caught you mildly off guard, but you kept the surprise to yourself as to not scare him away. It wasn’t often that you and Steve had intimate conversations about your relationship, or that Steve opened up his feelings to you at all, so when he did you treated the situation delicately.

“I honest to God don’t know what I would do without you.” he stopped as his hands fell to rest in his lap. You opened your eyes to see his head hanging as he fiddled with the gauze in his hand. You made to reply when he took a deep breath and continued, “I care about you so much, (Y/n), so much that I don’t even know what to do with myself. You drive me insane. If I’d lost you tonight, (Y/n).. if I’d lost you tonight, I-I-”

His voice began to shake, and you reached out to cup his large hands. “Steve…” you started slowly. His gaze flickered up to meet your eyes, and he swore he saw his entire world staring back at him. “Are you trying to tell me you’re in love with me? Me?”

“I… I think so.” a pause, then he declared with more confidence, “I think I am. I’m in love with you, (Y/n).”

You stare unblinkingly back at Steve, mouth slightly agape. It’s surreal hearing those words fall from Steve lips, and it’s all too good to be true that for a fraction of a second you think if this is all a dream. You almost pinch yourself, but you don’t, because if this is a dream you’d rather not wake up at the best part. You can physically see how anxious Steve had become with the silence following his confession, and though your heart is crying a word vomit of cheesy responses, it’s like you’ve been left breathless with the inability to exhale, inhale or do anything.

“Say something, please, so I know I’m not making a fool of myself.”

“Kiss me.”

“Kiss you?” he parroted, shock striking his features in accordance to your straightforward response.

You hesitated for a brief moment. This moment was going to be the turning point of your relationship, and some of your surrounding relationships. Nancy was a good friend to you, and also Steve’s ex-girlfriend. Jonathan had been a dear friend of yours since you could remember, and Steve was his bully in high school. The only reason you weren’t guilty to be Steve’s friend was because you promised yourself a friend was all that would come out of him. Dustin. Your own brother looked up to Steve as his role model and his best friend. What would he think of this?

But then looking at Steve’s slightly pouty lips, it seems idiotic to deprive yourself of him. All logic flew out the window and you’re driven solely on emotion and instinct, and before you know what you’re doing all you can feel is his lips against yours, swollen yet soft, and your body melting into his. His hand cupped the back of your neck and his thumb brushed the exposed sliver of skin at your hip where your shirt had ridden up. His mouth moves meticulously, warm and steady against yours, a dizzy breath fleeing your lips from his intoxicating touch.

He pulled away, the both of you breathless, shyly staring into each other’s eyes while soft pants filled the silence. A smile upturned his lips, more to the right than left, and you know with that smirk he’s fit to make a brainless remark. “That’s what I was missing out on?! How the hell did you get to be such a good kisser? You’ve only had like one boyfriend!”

You burst into a fit of giggles with a shrug. “I guess Jonathan taught me well.”

“Byers?” he gasped incredulously. You nodded, holding back a second round of laughter. “You dated Byers?”

“No,” you corrected, “him and I used to goof around in middle school; use each other as practice for when we got into real relationships.” you shrugged again, reliving the silly memories of unsure lips and bruised noses from accidents. “I guess it all paid off for both of us.”

Steve followed your gaze to see Nancy and Jonathan under a shared blanket in the back of another ambulance, lips locked. His eyes flickered back to yours, and a beautiful grin overtook his face. “C’mere.” he beckoned you to him, eyes fluttering shut as you both leaned in to close the distance.

“Harrington, what the hell!”

You sprung away from Steve like he was diseased, eyes blown wide and staring ahead of you at your younger brother with his friends gathered in a line behind him. He was absolutely smoldering, eyes narrowed and beaming angrily at your boyfriend. You almost smiled. Boyfriend. Steve Harrington was your boyfriend.

“And you!” Dustin shouted, and you visibly flinched at the loudness of his voice. “What’re you doing with him?!”

You crossed your arms over your chest and gave your brother an eye roll. “Quit being so dramatic.” you told him with a sigh, only to backtrack when you saw the look of complete outrage on his face. “Or don’t…”

He redirected his anger back to your boyfriend. “Harrington, what’re you doing sucking faces with my sister?”

“Dude, calm down.” Steve said, hopping onto ground level in front of Dustin. “I don’t know what’s going through your head right now, but I need you to understand that your sister is everything to me. I would never hurt her and I’d do anything to protect her.” by the end of Steve’s admission, Dustin’s expression had notably relaxed. Though Steve didn’t stop there. “And just because I’m dating your sister, our dynamic isn’t going to change. This,” he gestured between them, “won’t change.”

You could see the smile Dustin was stowing away behind his tightly pressed lips. Steve reassured him of everything he wanted to hear, and after that initial shock and rage, you knew Dustin would be happy for your relationship. He played it off cooly, waving his hand around as he told Steve, “don’t make me regret this.” and stalked away with his friends, muttering something about being ready to go home.

As the crew wondered further off, Steve rejoined you at your side, hand reaching around your shoulders to pull you into him. You rested your head on his shoulder, heartbeat slowing as his breathing carried you towards comfort. “You know,” he voiced suddenly, “I told you that I loved you, and you never said it back.”

You both laughed quietly at his joke, and you snuggled further into his chest and he pressed a kiss to the top of your head as you whispered, “I love you,” testing the words on your lips and nodding to yourself. He hummed quizzically, and you found yourself getting more and more drowsy as the day finally caught up with you. You said softly, “I love you. I said that I love you, Steve Harrington.”

↬ a/n: if you liked this, you should check out my other Steve fics on my masterlist!

[jq37]

The Report Card – Fantasy High Sophomore Year Ep 17

Then Perish (in which the Plot is Happening No Matter How Many Nat 20’s you Roll Ally Beardsley)

Strap in my dudes. It’s a wild one. 

Last ep, we’d just entered the forest of the nightmare king and things went sideways pretty quickly. All of the non-familiar NPCs have been poofed away and Kalina is currently fully killing Kristen. Riz, recently cured by Kristen (something that seemed to genuinely distress Kalina), can hear Tracker getting further and further away from them in wolf form. He gives Kristen his flare gun, tells her to run, and looks for the pollen they need to make the Kalina vaccine. Kalina disappears and in comes Sandra-Lynn with a weird mandrake-y plant for Kristen to bite. But, with a nat 20, she realizes that she’s seeing an illusion and Kalina is trying to get her to bite and reinfect Riz.  

All of the Bad Kids try to find each other, using all the tricks at their disposal to move faster (Fly, Jump, Dashing, etc). Fabian gets the Hangman to meet them at the edge of the forest with Gilear. Kristen shoots up the flare (presumably to alert Gilear of her position?) and cures herself as she runs, trying to buy time.  Kalina tries to make a deal with her so she and her friends will destroy the photo of her and their crystals but Kristen is not about that at all. She just tells everyone to run. Once Fig catches up with her, she does her one better and Dimension Doors with her almost all of the way out of the forest (after Fabian hits her with some Heroism which gives her regening temp HP to help combat the constant damage Kalina is doing). This cuts down the rounds needed to escape from 44 to a much more manageable 12. She manages to just get out alive after 24d6 of damage and Kalina is stuck at the edge of the forest with a threatening, “Get you next time.” The rest of the Bad Kids also make it out without too much trouble due to all their speed buffs.  

After everyone takes a tight five to be like, “Welp, that sucked,” they head to the Tinkerer’s Hall to enlist help with making tinctures. Overnight (together with Riz--since Kristen has quarantined herself) they’re able to make six doses of the tincture. Meanwhile, Fig learns more about her bass and Gorgug gets a new Ax from the very grateful tinkerers. Fig’s bass does a lot to help her be effective while she’s being attacked by all sides but--most importantly (imo)--gives her a +5 to performance checks, something I think Brennan is gonna live to regret. Speaking of regret, Fig is beset by whispers of guilt for her “fault” in the disappearance of their friends. Let’s put a pin in that. Gorgug gets a choice between a sick lightning ax and a dope gravity ax. He picks the latter, which, among other things, gives him auto-crits on objects (which seems like a plot tease for sure). While this is going on, Adaine makes two days worth of progress on a spell for Ayda. Kristen, who is being understandably sad in the van, prays to “not knowing” and gets her spells back, clearly (to us at least) missing something as she rolls a Nat 1 perception check. 

The gang cures Kristen with a dose of tincture then they upload the video of Kalina Riz took with his tie cam (which, btw, can scan for good and evil while recording and only pings Celestial magic from Tracker and Kristen, Kalina doesn’t ping as either). To my immediate delight, they post the video (respectfully clipped to not include Tracker) as sort of a fantasy version of The Dress, and it very quickly goes viral as people try to figure out why some people can see the tabaxi in it and some can’t. 

Back to Fig for a bit, Fig realizes the whispers in her head berating her aren’t external. They’re internal. She says she’s better than being loud than quiet and attempts to drown them out rather than ignore them. Fig realizes that, now that she’s out of the forest, Ayda’s feather is glowing again. Using that connection, Adaine tries to Scry on Ayda and sees that she (along with Zathriel) are caught in a horrifying web with web going into all of their face holes. Ayda’s eyes are clear because the fire of her eyes burn out the webs but she's full on weeping. She’s also trying to use the bloody earring Fig gave her to teleport back to her (knew that was gonna come back, at least for flavor) but her restraints won’t allow it. This absolutely lights a fire under Fig’s ass and she is ready to go back into the forest immediately. Before they do, Gorgug gives his Van to the gnomes (since it was bought with KVX money) and Riz makes one of the potions into a tranq dart for Tracker.

The journey to the temple Adaine saw in her Scry is two days away which means a bunch of sleep and navigation checks (without the Van or Tracker there to cast a Moon Haven). They sleep in shifts with Kristen, Fabian, and Fig sleeping first. Kristen rolls and 19 and Fig gets a 17 with Adaine’s Portent. Fabian is the low man with a 10. Even though Fig seemingly made the check, we still get dream narration for her as she is met by a pre-horned, 13 y/o version of herself who berates her. But Fig (who has made the check and can leave the nightare at any time) says she’s so much happier now than she’s ever been and boom! She loses her College of Whispers subclass and becomes a College of Lore Bard (gaining the Cutting Words feature). Whispers banished, she finds she’s able to communicate with Gorthalax who tells her being a devil doesn’t just have to be about being “evil”. At its core, being a devil is about rebellion. It’s about flipping off the universe, something Fig can very much vibe with. 

When Fabian wakes up, not having had a dream, he sees a familiar, tri-cornered hat a little ways away. As soon as he steps away from the group, he is possessed and starts attacking his friends--brutally as per DM’s orders. Luckily, Adaine has a low portent roll to give him, Riz has a net gun, and Gorgug now has a super heavy axe which he simply lays on Fabian, restraining him. They snap Fabian out of it and Adaine can tell it wasn’t an ambient effect of the forest. It’s something that was actively cast on Fabian (the same thing that was cast on Fig when she gem’d Gorthalax). However, it’s probably stronger in the forest. They also realize that when the Baron thing happened, Riz was attacked but not possessed and he also didn’t go to sleep. So, if they go through the forest not sleeping, they’ll be safe from possession at least. The next three are able to sleep without problem (even Riz who rolled a 7) but, in the morning, they don’t do so hot on their navigation checks. Instead of losing time, they decide to push through to the temple.

When they get there, they see that it’s basically surrounded by skeletons, like people just showed up to lay down and die. Something above the entrance has been moved and they also see (from much more recently) three sets of footsteps joined by a fourth set halfway (boots, not talons or paws). Adaine casts Locate Creature on her mom but doesn’t sense her within 1000 ft. Riz takes point and decides to scout the temple and report back. On a Nat 20 for a total of 30 Investigation, he fully cases the joint in less than ten minutes. He sees a brick of Dusk Moss and a bunch of spooky books which he realizes means a ritual happened to take the casters almost further into the forest in some kind of non-euclidean direction. He sees a skeleton of a unicorn filled with webs and egg sacs which died looking at a portrait of a woman in a black robe with black hair but the face is destroyed. 

Riz reports back all of this to his friends and Adaine decides that she’ll shoulder full responsibility for looking at the potentially evil books, trusting her friends to snap her out of it if she gets possessed or something. Equally supportive in their own ways, Fig plays a countercharm for her off to the side and Riz points a gun at her. From reading the book, Adaine is able to piece together a lot about the mechanics of what’s going on. There is a tree in the center of the forest (the broom that was turned into a tree) which helps to boost all the illusions in the forest. Because of this, illusions are all more real. For example, illusory wings created with Disguise Self would actually grant you flight. The Dusk Moss used in the ritual was probably to give them some measure of control over the insane nightmares (as in, “I know this is a dream sorta, therefore I can’t be hurt”). Brennan says Adaine would probably be able to do the ritual with some time and study. Siobhan Galaxy Brains and scours her spell list for spells involving illusions for what she calls, “some fuckery” (“Give me the fuckery,” Brennan says, even the game DM). Adaine wants to use Illusory Script to write a spell that will allow her to do the ritual with the hope that it will become real. Brennan looks directly into the camera like it’s The Office and asks for a DC 30 Arcana check. She doesn’t get it but she does get the sense that the principle behind the idea is solid.  Anyway, back to the other transubstantiations. The Familiar to a Plague is, as we all already knew, Kalina who is controlling the illusions in the forest. The Spellbook is the KVX coin and is (1) aligned with the Enchantment school of magic and (2) responsible for the possessions that have been happening (ie: Fig, Ragh, and Fabian this ep). The Sanctum to Cottage is aligned with the Abjuration school of magic and basically a trap for Celestials coming into the forest and also will prevent certain levels of spellcasting as they get progressively deeper. And now back to the tree (he doesn’t say the school of magic it is and also he says there are four when there are actually 8 so I’m not sure which school it’s supposed to represent--Divination maybe since that’s Adaine’s school?). The forest becomes alive the further in they go. The more safe they feel, the more the paths will move around. The only way to get they can get to the center is by feeling fear and uncertainty--which has got to be simultaneously great and terrible news for someone with major anxiety to get. 

All of that is all going on in the main chamber. Meanwhile, Gorgug is in the hallway and Fabian is in the chapel with Kristen who is checking out the picture of the goddess. Kristen, on international DM’s day, rolls a nat 20 religion check because of course she does. She hears the goddesses’s voice in her head. “Why do you search for me?” Kristen says she’s really into the praise through doubt thing. Brennan makes her roll a Con check with disadvantage--13.  

He says, “I’m gonna describe what Kristen sees and then I’m going to describe what Fabian saw,” instantly activating my Fight or Flight. 

Kristen feels a wave of spite, rage, and betrayal from the goddess and then she feels blinding pain as the unicorn skeleton runs over and gores her through the heart from the back. 

“What praise will you have in death?” the voice in her head says, as she collapses, fully lifeless. 

The unicorn turns to a panicked Fabian (who is only not driven mad by his immunity to Fear) and says, “You should not have come here.” 

In conclusion, AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

Detention

Brennan for Killing Kristen on a Nat 20

Using a Nat 20 to kill a player is such a power move and please do not let this placement make you think I don’t respect the unmitigated gall. 

Honor Roll

Adaine for An Incredible Piece of Fuckery

The fact that it didn’t work doesn’t change the fact that this was a Galaxy Brain connection that she made instantly and will almost certainly end up saving their asses. Mark my words: Before the end of the season, some Looney Tunes-ass painting a black circle to make a real hole type nonsense is gonna happen.

Random Thoughts

Emily’s constant awe at Ally’s dice rolls is so funny to me. She’s like head parishioner at the church of Ally’s dice. 

“Don’t bite the baby your mom gives you.”

Adaine taking pics of Fabian on Gorgug’s back while running out of the forest.

The teamwork shown during Kristen’s rescue? *chef’s kiss*

“It doesn’t protect you from losing all your friends in a forest.” Ow. 

Emily going, “Thank you Brennan,” like a little kid when she got her new bass’s stats.

“All of our girlfriends are in there!”

Brennan, upon being denied a wisdom save from Emily: You have to! I asked. 

Ice feast?????? Ally, what????

There is very much a world where the Bad Kids immediately leveraged Fig’s social media presence to get a better sample size on what was going on with Kalina. I wonder what would have happened if they’d gone viral with it much earlier.  

Ayda was drawn to the cottage with Zathriel because she’s part Celestial apparently. Are Phoenixes Celestial? That’s news to me. 

Also, on the topic, very Concerned about where the remaining NPCs are. 

The fact that Ayda had Fig’s earring in her hand while bound and unable to move much or do a spell that would allow her to get it into her hand implies that her split second reaction when captured was to reach for it and that was the one thing she could do before she was incapacitated which is A Lot.

Kristen keeps asking Riz to hold the tranq gun because she wants to look out for Tracker, which is sweet but you have -3 Dex girl. The kindest thing you can do is never touch that gun and toss Riz some Bless. 

The break they took between leaving the forest and going back Concerned me as it was happening. I was like, y’all literally anything could be happening right now. I had no sense on the amount of tie they realistically had to spare before something unreversable happened. 

Lol at Brennan clearly trying to throw some levels of exhaustion at the party and them just rolling out of it, no problem.  

I feel like Brennan knew Kristen was dying this episode no matter what and I gotta say: (1) I think it’s a great skill as a DM to keep our story on the tracks while also having the players actions matter and have meaningful consequences and (2) I wonder if she hadn’t gotten a Nat 1 when she got her spells back, if we’d get some information that could potentially contextualize what happened. 

I do not remember what the unicorn’s deal is but I remember it was mentioned specifically at the top of the season and I don’t trust anything about it--separately from the fact that it gored our girl. Was it speaking independently or was the goddess speaking through it? Or was it just the unicorn the whole time and Brennan was lying--not for the first time that episode? 

Fig being asked by her younger nightmare self what all the people in her life who had bad stuff happen to them have in common: Aguefort Advenuring Academy?

The image of an angel falling out of heaven and then rising up to flip off God and go, “F You,” is so cinematic that it makes me upset there aren’t animatics for this show. 

I am dying to know whether Brennan thought about the implications of making a setting where illusions are hyper-real in a game where Emily Axford is lousy with illusion magic. Did he consider it? Is there a mechanic to limit this? Or, next week, is Emily gonna say, “I cast disguise self on myself and I disguise myself as a super buff version of me with sick devil wings and I also create a minor illusion of a tiny, fairy, cleric.” What could stop her? Minor Illusion is a cantrip, guys. It’s a CANTRIP. I feel like either Brennan wildly miscalculated and made himself a double edged sword which Emily and Siobhan are gonna use to make him eat his dice OR he’s about to throw some absolutely unfair nonsense at them that even he doesn’t know the way out of and he’s trusting them to harness the power of the fuckery to figure it out. Either way, there are only 3 episodes left so I guess there’s only so much they can break the game in 3 episodes (she said, fully expecting to be proved wrong). 

“Crunch it up bro.”

When Brennan was talking about the ritual, he said, “Your parents and stuff” with regard to who did it, which makes me think Anguin was the fourth figure. But the “and stuff” is vague hedging language which makes me think we’re still being played. Brennan, tell me what’s going on in Abernant-Land, I’m begging you bro. 

One thing I didn’t mention in the main recap because it was getting long is the 4 transubstantiations were done on 4 gifts from the 4 tribes who worshiped the goddess The cat was from the wood elves. The sanctum was holy to the centaurs. I think the sprite was the spellbook which would make the broom from the treents.

Partial credit to @camwritery for this: Brennan gave Gorgug a weapon that, among other effects, insta-crits on inanimate objects. Which is a random ability unless a future plot point involves destroying some items--a la the pylons they destroyed earlier in what feels like a tutorial level in retrospect. And camwritery is the one who pointed out, hey, isn’t there a super important tree in the middle of the forest? Magic axe? Magic tree? Feels connected y’all. 

Everyone getting new gear and spells the past two eps has felt like that scene in Lion/Witch/Wardrobe where Santa shows up and is like, “Here are some weapons kids. Shit’s about to hit the fan!”

The fact that Riz escaped possession on a 7 seems to be explained by the fact that the cursed money is linked to possession and he gave all of his away. Which means Fabian and Adaine are still in danger, along with I think Fig since she kept her tour money which is likely infected. 

Anyone else get Wrinkle in Time/The Boy Who Reversed Himself vibes from all the dream travel talk this ep?

OK, I guess we gotta talk about Kristen dying for the third time in her life. Poor girl. She’s just trying her best to be a good person and earnestly trying to find meaning in the world. And what has it gotten her? Killed three times. And yet she keeps trying! The fact that it’s her makes me kinda more and less worried at the same time, you know? Because she is currently the sole healer on the team which is BAD--if Fabian went down, it wouldn’t be as big of a deal because Kristen would presumably just need to make her fright check and then cast Revivify. K-girl doesn’t have anyone to heal her (barring some illusion shenanigans from Fig or Adaine). However, Kristen’s motto might as well, “Whatever does kill you makes you stronger.” She basically has an at least 1 death per season clause written into her contract. If anyone can face death with grit and come out singing (and prob with some sick new powers) it’d be her. What an absolutely brutal way to end the episode.

She was mentioned in this episode for a hot sec I think--that racist ranger from earlier in the season--I don’t trust her. She could just be a one off NPC but I feel like there’s more to her. 

So I guessed correctly that the photos of Kalina would end up being a bargain chip potentially but somehow it didn’t occur to me that they could just...leave. Lol, I was like, “I guess they’re in it,” and they were like, “Yeah, bye.”

Kalina didn’t come after the gang in the forest the second time except maybe to possess Fabian if she did that directly. I wonder why that was. She had plenty of time.

I don’t like this spider motif. I don’t trust this spider motif. My spidey sense is going off re: this spider motif. I just want that on the record. 

This episode, Adaine rolled 1 Nat 20, Riz got 2, and Kristen rolled 3 but one was cancelled out by disadvantage. Meanwhile, Fig, Kristen, and Gorgug each rolled one Nat 20 each. 

[makeste]

BnHA Chapter 246: Plot Whiplash

Previously on BnHA: Hawks handed Endeavor a copy of Re-Destro’s NYT bestseller and was all “ಠ_ಠ READ THIS!!” He then flew off back to the PLF and was all “hey guys just got back from handing out free copies of Destro’s book to everyone in a 1000-mile radius, which absolutely nobody asked me to do, well anyways you can thank me later” and they were all “SWEET.” Back at the Endeavor HQ, Bakugou got all fired up to BUST SOME HEADS but Endeavor’s sidekicks were all “WAIT FOR THE PLOT YOUNG MAN.” Meanwhile in his office, Endeavor discovered a secret code in the book Hawks gave him, which basically read “HEY WHAT’S UP THE LEAGUE HAS TAKEN OVER THE MLA AND HAS AN ARMY OF 100,000 PEOPLE” and Endeavor was like “!!!!” And then we cut to the League and Toga was all “IN FOUR MONTHS TOMURA IS BLOWING THIS SHIT TO KINGDOM COME” and then the chapter just ended. Sometimes it be like that.

Today on BnHA: Tomura sits down with Ujiko who monologues a bit about Quirk Singularity and then starts some sort of quirk-upgrading process which will apparently take four months to fully set in. And also he’s like “oh btw let me tell you about One for All” so THAT’S A THING NOW, GREAT. We then cut back and forth between Endeavor and Hawks, who both somehow come to the weird conclusion that THE INTERNS ARE OUR ONLY HOPE NOW using logic that is hard to explain on account of THERE ACTUALLY ISN’T ANY LOGIC BEHIND IT, SHHH. But anyway, so Endeavor figures out the rest of Hawks’s message and he knows that Hawks is trying to figure out what the League is up to, and something something that’s why the internships are so important. Like, I get that the Terrible Trio are future legends in the making, but these guys are seriously like “well okay let’s just go ahead and rest all our hopes on them” out of the blue, and Hawks has this big monologue about how “THINGS WON’T GO ACCORDING TO YOUR PLAN, VILLAINS” and okay then!! And then the last two pages are basically just DID SOMEBODY ORDER SOME HYPE with more shit going on than I can possibly sum up so I won’t even try lol. But damn.

(All comments are my unspoiled reactions from my initial readthrough of the chapter. I did a quick edit for grammar and clarity afterward, and added a few ETAs in the process, but aside from that there are no changes.) 

okay guys, I’m feeling kinda under the weather today, but I know this chapter’s gonna be good so lesssssss gooooooo. bring me back to life Horikoshi

(ETA: lol well there sure was a lot happening in this chapter, that’s for sure. my head hurts.)

oooooh it’s a sexy Jump cover celebrating season 4!

I really need the anime team to step up and give Ochako and Tsuyu some more screentime in the Basement Arc since the manga did not do them justice. there’s only like a 20% chance of that happening, which is depressing, but it’s 2019 and the winds are slowly changing, albeit at a geriatric pace. so I’ll allow myself to have some hope. you never know

YEAH SON LOOK AT THIS COLOR SPREAD Y’ALL THIS IS RAD

hello I love everything about this. the colors, the focus on our best girls, Deku’s bizarre-yet-awesome assorted sci-fi accessories (Deku do those headphones let you communicate with space or what), and of course, the five million TVs in the background which for some reason all appear to be from the 70s. all of this to remind us to TUNE IN TOMORROW FOR THE LONG-AWAITED SEASON 4 DEBUT. I will definitely tune in! the first episode is just gonna be the usual half filler/half clip show, but honestly season 3 was so good that I could sit through a whole hour of nothing but highlights and still be thoroughly entertained

anyway let’s move on because there are GAMES AFOOT, and we’re hopefully about to learn which direction this arc will be headed in!

OH SHIT OH FUCK

yep, that’s him. Shigaraki “destruction incarnate” Tomura. I see we’re getting our weekly dose of “just a reminder that WE ARE SCREWED” even earlier than usual this chapter, huh

so does anyone else get a chill up their spine every time Ujiko makes an appearance, or is that just me? like, god. he may honestly be even creepier than AFO. he’s just completely soulless, this guy. he’s got like this Mengele vibe to him (though that may be kinda dicey to compare horrific real-life atrocities to fictional ones in a shounen manga, but I’m just trying to explain why I find him so disturbing) and it really freaks me the hell out, ngl. anyways so him wearing a surgical mask and standing in front of this weird examination chair is pretty much the last thing I need right now. go away Ujiko

so Tomura is all “I want it cuz you promised, so pay up jackass”, and like. fair, though

I really like this new art style Horikoshi’s been using for him since his Awakening. kinda curious how it’s going to translate to the anime, or even to a color spread. but at the very least in black and white it looks siiiiick

smh look at this little punk trying to downplay how insanely freaking overpowered his quirk currently is

okay first of all, “President Baldy” is only alive because you left him alive. and he also had to chop off his own legs to stay that way. like, what kind of argument is this, Tomura? “this power is far from invincible, all my enemies have to do is amputate their own limbs and then they’ll have me right where they want me.” you know what, just go on and destroy the world right now kid. you’re getting greedy now and it could be your undoing

that is a nice parallel between him and Deku there, though. now I’m craving some Symbolic Artwork of them standing back to back each holding out their scarred right arms. maybe with their respective mentors in the background. here at BnHA we prefer our parallels nice and dramatic

sdskfjlaskdj

son of a bitch. I really wish he wouldn’t say that with such utter certainty. “the next conflict will be our last.” cue me flipping through the BnHA table of contents and trying to determine just how far along we actually are here, because this is veering dangerously close to Final Battle signaling, and like, ALREADY?? TOMURA ARE YOU JUST BEING THEATRICAL OR ARE YOU FOR REAL OMG. motherfucking DARK LORD’S LIPS curling into the WICKEDEST FUCKING CRESCENT I’VE EVER SEEN, fuck me

(ETA: it occurs to me on readthrough #2 that “the next conflict will be our last” could be interpreted to mean him and All Might specifically. like, the last conflict between the two of them. and that might very well be true, and would not surprise me at all. shit.)

fjsgk now Ujiko’s talking about research. and quirks!! glkjlkl

fully expecting the camera to cut to some NOUMUS any second now oh my god. also trying not to think about how crazy ominous that fucking chair looks. and how many people this maniac has probably strapped down to it and done god knows what to them. hey Horikoshi you know what, I’ve had just about enough of this dark shit, can we please cut back to my kids now I’m feeling too unsettled. goddammit

anyhow of course we are NOT cutting away, and Ujiko is continuing to talk about quirk evolution, and now segueing into a speech about that quirk singularity thing. -- which he apparently named?? wow

is he actually going to do something to Tomura? holy shit?? this whole time that they’ve been talking about this “power” I’ve just been assuming it was something external, like some other handy dandy villain resource that AFO’s just been sitting on or something. this is not where I expected things to go. didn’t he just get an upgrade??

anyway so here’s a brief summary I just wrote up of The Past Six Months of BnHA:

Deku: [gets a new quirk]

everyone: bruh. Horikoshi really out here giving Deku AFO Powers while Tomura just sits around starving to death on a couch. what the heck

Horikoshi: [powers up Tomura to the point where he can destroy anything just by it being in contact with something that Tomura happens to be touching] [has Tomura use this power to level an entire city]

everyone: -- oh. okay, you know what, never mind --

Horikoshi: [gives Tomura an army of 100,000 people] [also gives him command of 11 extremely lethal and nigh-unstoppable killing machines, just one of which was almost enough to take out the number one hero, LITERALLY THE STRONGEST GUY THE GOOD GUYS CURRENTLY HAVE IN RESERVE]

everyone: okay we’re sorry we get it you can sto --

Horikoshi: APOCALYPSE IN FOUR MONTHS!!!

everyone: WE GET IT WE’RE SORRY PLEASE

Horikoshi: [GIVES TOMURA ANOTHER POWER-UP]

everyone: [curled up in fetal position sobbing]

starting to think the mangaka might be the actual final villain here. hmm

anyway. so I guess we have four months until Tomura ascends to Actual Godhood and proceeds to rain hellfire down upon the world. what are you all gonna do with your four months. I personally have a lot of stuff to binge, but knowing me I’ll probably just waste all my time reading fanfic while youtube videos play in the background which I’m not paying any attention to. what am I doing with my life

oh were we not done hyping him up? there’s more??

(ETA: I got so caught up in the OFA comment I didn’t pay attention to Tomura becoming a beautiful decayed butterfly in this exquisitely creepy panel here. but damn.)

-- HOLD THE FUCK UP. does Tomura know about One for All??? because I was under the impression that AFO hadn’t told him? this would change a lot if he knew this entire time, holy shit?!

aaaaaaaaand exactly one panel later Horikoshi is all “no he didn’t know calm the fuck down” lol

okay then. so he didn’t know, and he’s only just finding out now. well tbh that’s still worthy of a smiling crying emoji face though :’) this is fineeee

shit here we go oh shit

-- WAIT, SO WE’RE JUST CUTTING AWAY FROM THEM? NOW YOU CUT AWAY? YOU GET WITHIN INCHES OF CONFIRMING THE FUCKING ALL FOR ONE FOR ALL THEORY AND THEN IT’S JUST “ANYWAYS HERE’S ENDEAVOR” YOU KNOW WHAT, HORIKOSHI, I --

just. come on dude. AFOFA 2019! let’s make it happen! dammit

sigh, so looks like it’s back to the admittedly-still-epic “Hawks passes down secret information about the villains to Endeavor” plot. I guess we’re not exactly hurting for good plots all around. I may complain but honestly we are spoiled

so Hawks is saying that he actually doesn’t know the specifics of the villains’ plans yet. well shit

apparently his feathers can only pick up sounds from short range, and the villains keep escorting him away whenever they get to talking about the good stuff. well at least that explains that potential plot hole from last week. Hawks’s feathers may have a short range, but Horikoshi’s plot hole caulking gun can fill in leaky plot holes from fucking miles away. amazing

ffffffff

don’t mind me I’m just sitting here fretting about Hawks continuing to be in mortal danger and risking his life to gather information in a race against time against the end of the world. Horikoshi out here piling up stakes like a freaking vampire hunter

but in the meantime, everyone please stop what you’re doing for a moment to look at this absolute unit of a bellhop slash security guard

apologies Lord Vader he was just trying to get to the dining hall. my bad. as you were

and holy shit I hope you enjoyed that light comedic break because two seconds later Re-Destro has dropped in to fixate Hawks with one of those Lightly Menacing Smiles he’s so infamous for. so that’s just fucking great!

HAWKS WATCH OUT FOR YOUR FINGERS

omg. imagine, a showdown between the two stealth murder MVPs of the series, Yotsubashi “Sleeper Hold” Rikiya (yes I did have to look up his real name just now) and Takami “Tag Em And Bag Em” Keigo. true, RD may no longer have legs, but he didn’t need them to choke out our little mouse buddy now did he? anyways speaking of which I just remembered that I fucking hate Re-Destro and I honestly hope Hawks does kill him. it’d be pretty easy to fit him into a bag too. he’s basically just a torso and arms now

oh sure Horikoshi go ahead and spring this on me after all of that ranting why don’t you

by the way does Re-Destro have Robot Legs now, or

looool he does

I will say this for Horikoshi, he knows my weaknesses. more robot limbs please. either badass or memeable ones, either is fine

meanwhile I skipped over this panel of Hawks and Twice being buddies in order to get to the legs, and shame on me for that. let’s go back

Twice is a genuinely good guy and I hope Hawks can tell. I wonder how fake this smile is. I feel like it’d be easy to relax around Twice regardless of how tense you are about your secret spy mission which could go south at any time. anyways this is wholesome

and now we’re cutting back to Endeavor who is taking his sweet time reacting to this whole thing. Endeavor can you fucking chill with the poker face already geez

okay wait, what

are you serious?! I fucking can’t with this lady. “now make sure to throw these children directly into the line of fire! it’s good for them and builds character!” I’m sorry, I thought this was the Hero Public Safety Commission, not the Putting Juveniles Directly Into Harm’s Way Commission?? at least change the acronym to something more appropriate then. Heinous Pathetic Soulless Cowards. just a suggestion. jesus

anyway so for a moment I got confused as to whether this was implying that she’d told Endeavor about Hawks’s undercover mission. but it seems like he’s still unaware. shouldn’t be too long before he puts the pieces together though at this rate

lol in the very next panel, even

meanwhile you’re just sitting on your ass reading a book! FUCKING DO SOMETHING ALREADY, ENDEAVOR

so he’s thinking that the “preparation” part of Hawks’s message is referring to the interns. let me back up a sec and write down the entire message as he’s read it thus far

“four months from now / rising to action / until then / will send / signals / in case / of failure / preparation / numbers”

...read like that, it really does sound like Hawks is advocating to get as many soldiers ready as possible. even if that includes actual children. including Endeavor’s own son. shit. I mean, I get that they don’t have much of a choice, but that’s still so fucked up. sure, we as omniscient readers know that Deku is their one and only hope, but they don’t know that. as far as they know these are just a bunch of teenagers with less than a year’s worth of experience that they’re propping up on the front lines. and the plan is then... what? hope they don’t die too quickly?? fuck

Hawks is out here having an argument with me in his thoughts. you wanna play it like that, Hawks? fine

I don’t know what kind of “but” you can tag on to the end of that paragraph that could possibly win me over, dude, but go for it I guess

and we’re finally cutting back to the kids in question now! with Burnin’ casually trying to crush Kacchan’s hopes and dreams

okay but I love how both Deku and Shouto are like “easy there buddy, we got you” and trying to keep Kacchan from having a fucking aneurysm sob. JUST TRY AND HOIST HIM ONTO SOME DUMB SIDEKICKS, LADY. YOU’VE MADE A POWERFUL ENEMY HERE TODAY

oh shit

oh my god. are we going to get our first actual interaction between the three of them that doesn’t consist of them grumbling annoyed introductions at each other and then running off to fight an old fortune teller omggggg

I love how Deku and Bakugou look weirdly intimidated by him lol. Bakugou where did all that “YOU’RE KIND OF A JERK” confidence go all of a sudden

YESSSSSSS

GODDAMMIT, I’M STILL SO MAD AT YOU GUYS FOR BEING ALL “LET’S JUST MAKE THE CHILDREN DO IT,” BUT DAMMIT THEY KICK ASS THOUGH SO I CAN KINDA SEE YOUR POINT

NOW HAWKS IS METAING ABOUT THEM AHHHHHHH

DAMN STRAIGHT THEY WOULD HAVE. BRING ON TOMURA AND ALL OF HIS STUPID POWER-UPS. WOW I’M WEIRDLY HYPED UP ALL OF A SUDDEN WHAT’S WRONG WITH ME

AND FUCKING LOOK AT THIS TWO-PAGE SPREAD AHHHHHHHHHHH

MOTHERFUCKER [WHIPS OUT PEN AND NOTEBOOK] TIME TO ANALYZE THIS BITCH

so Ochako and Tsuyu did indeed go back to intern with Ryuukyuu again! makes sense, she is a top ten hero after all. who’s that with them, though? almost looks like Yanagi from the hair and the mask, but the costume looks different? hmm

I CAN’T BELIEVE IIDA WENT BACK TO INTERN WITH FUCKING MANUAL AGAIN. THIS GUY IS THE BRAN CEREAL OF HEROES. though I fucking love him though so yeah it’s fine

JIROU AND SHOUJI TEAMING UP WITH GANG FUCKING ORCA AW YISS BOYS THIS IS THE GOOD SHIT LET’S GOOOO

KOUDA AND MANGA TEAMING UP WITH WASH OMG. MANGA IS THE ONLY ONE ON THAT TEAM WHO ACTUALLY FUCKING SPEAKS. IS WASH’S SIDEKICK SOME SORT OF BROOM PERSON OMG

A WHOLE FUCKING ACRE OF KIDS HAVE ALL GANGED UP ON THIS CAVEMAN-LOOKING FELLA I DON’T EVEN RECOGNIZE. WHO ARE YOU. DID YOU CROSS OVER FROM THE FANTASY AU

KIRI BACK WITH FG AND BROUGHT TETSUTETSU ALONG FOR THE RIDE HELLS YEAHHHH

KAMINARI AND SERO WITH KAMUI WOODS AND EDGESHOT I’M HYPERVENTILATING AHHH. AND SHIOZAKI TOO!! I’LL JUST PRETEND I DON’T SEE MINETA THERE IN THE CORNER. MIGHT BE TIME TO DUST OFF THE OLD “CANCELLED” STAMP AGAIN BUT WE’LL SEE HOW THINGS GO

WHO ARE MOMO AND TOKAGE AND MINA AND AOYAMA (WHICH BTW IS THE GREATEST HERO TEAMUP OF ALL TIME HOLY SHIT) TEAMING UP WITH!? TELL US. AND PONY AND MONOMA. GODDAMMIT HORIKOSHI

whew! anyway. they’re all still screwed, but by golly that was nice to have that little invigorating breather of life and hope

LOL OH SHIT THERE’S ANOTHER ONE

okay, SOMEONE TELL ME RIGHT THE FUCK NOW WHAT ALL MIGHT IS LOOKING AT OR I’M GONNA LOSE IT. holy shit. he was researching the past users of OFA, wasn’t he? WHAT DID YOU FIND OH GOD. he’s not just upset, he looks one step shy of fucking crying?? did he learn about what happened to Nana’s son and his family, maybe? shit shit shit

so Yanagi is interning with Kendou then? so who was that with Hadou and Ryuukyuu and the rest. one of Ryuukyuu’s sidekicks?

IS THAT FUYUMI (SPOILERS FUCKING YEAH IT IS) AND WHY DOES IT LOOK LIKE SHE’S FUCKING PRAYING OMG. it looks like she’s kneeling at a family altar?? like saying a prayer for someone who is PRESUMED DEAD, maybe?? LIKE MAYBE A LONG LOST TWIN BROTHER OH SHIT OUT OF NOWHERE THE HYPE DON’T STOP!!

AND WHY DOES NAO HAVE HIS HAT OFF AND CLUTCHED TO HIS CHEST LIKE HE’S TELLING SOMEONE BAD NEWS. GOD WHAT THE HELL EVEN ARE ALL OF THESE PLOT THINGS HAPPENING ALL OF A SUDDEN. LIKE I DON’T KNOW WHERE TO LOOK NEXT

KUROGIRI AHHHHHHHH

WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING TO ERI’S HORN!? DOES ANYONE ELSE SEE THIS?? AIZAWA??? HELLO!?!?

AND LAST BUT NOT LEAST, TEAM OT3. TIME TO FUCKING SUIT UP. APPARENTLY. WELL ALL RIGHT THEN. [JACKET ZIP] [GUN COCKING SOUND EFFECT] LET’S GO PUNCH ‘EM IN THE MOUTH

y’all. this chapter was like plot whiplash. this went in so many different directions and hinted at so many different things that I’m at a complete fucking loss as to what to process first. but I guess the interns are gonna save us all, somehow. lol okay then

[yodawgiherd]

Blaze of Glory

>>>Read on AO3<<<

Rating: T Setting: current canonverse (manga chapter 116)

Prompt: I love Eremika and your stories about them. I know that it's difficult, but one day, can you write their reunion after everything is happened in chapter 112?

Well, I did my best, although asshole Eren is still....well... not really fun to do? Honestly I feel like I cut that part too short, but eh, what can you do. So, enjoy some canon angst!

P.S. : still looking for more prompts btw, as it seems that getting them actually makes me write and not just procrastinate. So if you want something done by me, you know what to do ;)

There was an explosion coming from somewhere upstairs, making everyone in the spacious cell look up in surprise and collectively furrow their eyebrows. It was a big one, with rubble falling and shattering concrete, as if the whole ceiling has just caved in. Or rather, something big caved it in. Out of everyone in the room, Yelena, standing in front of the prison bars, seemed to be the least surprised one, her eyes turning upwards with a clear devotion written in them.

“It has begun…”, she whispered, a fanatical smile spreading her lips, “Finally, after all this waiting, it’s finally here.”

“What’s here?”, asked Jean, coming closer to the bars, gripping the metal with white stained knuckles, “Do you know what’s happening?”

“I do. The plan, the great plan of the Yeager brothers, is finally in motion.”, gaze sliding past Jean, Yelena pointed at Armin, who was still teary eyed from his performance earlier, “You. You showed such a great understanding of what needs to be done. Come here.”

Drying the tears with a sleeve, Armin stood up, and came next to Jean, a bit confused by what she wanted from him.

“You are the only one I believe to do what’s right.”, Yelena continued, reaching into her pocket for something, “You understood….”

It was a key, Mikasa realized with a start, the thing that Yelena was now cautiously holding in her hand, half raised towards Armin. But before she could hand it to him, a shade of uncertainness appeared in her features.

“Armin… You know what must be done, right?”

When the blond answered her, his voice matched hers in its feverish tone.

“There’s no future for such a doomed race as ours. This plan, this god-sent plan, is our only way to disappear from this world gracefully, causing as little pain as possible. We must help it become reality in any way we can.”, looking the woman straight into the eye, Armin held her gaze without flinching, “We, Eldians, are a relic of the past, we have no reason to exist anymore. There’s no wisdom in clinging to our worthless lives.”

“Yes, of course. My apologies for doubting your devotion.”, handing over the key, Yelena shared a last nod with Armin, smiling, “Guide your doomed squad. Show the whole world what you can do, one last time.”

Pushing herself from the bars, Yelena almost walked out of the door, but just before she left, the woman turned, raising her hands and voice.

“Go out in the blaze of glory!”, she cried, “Create a legacy not because of your children, for there will be none, but for the whole world to remember and fear you by!”

With that, she left, followed by the remaining guards, leaving only the prisoners standing in their cell, with Armin staring at the key in his hand.

“Well, she’s totally nuts.”, Jean broke the silence, trying to ease the tension. Nudging Armin with a shoulder, he thrusted his chin in the direction of the key. “You going to let us out or what?”

He did. The door to the cell creaked as they opened it, everyone just kind of standing around the room after, not sure what to do next. Sure, they were free, but what now? The country was in chaos. Judging from the sounds pouring in from outside, the screams and continuous explosions, the invasion of Eldia has begun, and they were only one squad, outlaws at that. And while they had experience with fighting titans, this was something new for most of them, to go out and shoot at fellow humans, just because they were from a different part of the world. It twisted their stomachs, even with the knowledge that it was either their own lives, or the lives of the enemy. There would be no negotiations, no surrendering, nothing. Eren’s actions made sure of that.

“So, what do we do now?”, Jean voiced everyone’s unspoken question, looking around the room as if someone would step up and tell them what to do. Silence was his answer. That was, until Armin spoke up.

“What now? Well, that’s obvious, isn’t it? We do what Yelena told us to do.”

The room exploded.

“What? You’re crazy! You want to go help that bastard Eren, after what he did?”, shouted someone.

And more voices joined in, protesting.

“I’m not helping with the destruction of my race!”

“The bitch’s insane! I’m not following her plan!”

“You can’t be serious!”

“Guys! Guys! Easy!”, Armin raised his voice, enough to be heard, requesting silence. After a few more shouts and grumbling, he was granted one.

“That’s not what I’m talking about,”, he began, “I have no intention of dying on command, as Eren wants us to do. But Yelena did say that we should give the world something to remember, didn’t she?”, he smiled, “So I say, why the hell not? Let’s do that! We are under attack, aren’t we?”, he pointed at the window, where the sounds of a battle could be heard, “These bastards, they came to annihilate us, wipe us off the map, and I plan to do something about that. Now who’s with me?!”

Cheers exploded in the room, men and women raising their hands and shaking their fists at the unseen enemy, as if only the walls around them were preventing the soldiers from tearing their prey apart.

“That’s all well and good.”, Jean spoke over the ruckus, getting everyone’s attention, “But you do realize that we aren’t winning this one, right?”

That calmed them rather quickly.

“They have the technology and they have the numbers. After what Eren did, whole Marley will come to bury us with bodies. Doesn’t matter how many we kill, they’ll just keep coming and coming until we run out of steam.”

“I never said that we will stay here and give our lives to the cause.”, Armin countered, “But we have to fight, otherwise we won’t survive.”

The words left bitter taste in his mouth, when he realized how closely he was quoting Eren.

“First, we must go get the queen, Historia is still out there. There must be ships in the harbor, somewhere, a way to get us out of this island. I believe we should try to find those and save as many of our brethren while doing it as we can.”, Armin nodded at Jean, “What do you think, squad leader?”

If Jean was surprised by how easily Armin gave up the leadership to him, he didn’t show it. Levi did groom him to be his replacement after all, didn’t he? Oh man, what he wouldn’t give to have the humanity’s strongest here now, or Hange, anyone who could tell them what to do. But there was no one, only him, so he had no other possibility but to step up and take charge.

“That’s a solid plan.”, Jean chewed his bottom lip, figuring out the logistics of what to do next. Having a big goal was great and all, but they had to move in small steps. “Let’s get out of here first, get geared up, and see what the hell is actually happening outside.”, he turned towards the waiting soldiers, pointing at the door, “Move!”

Finally hearing an order, as they yearned to, they moved, boots scraping stone as the room emptied, save for last three people.

“C’mon Mikasa,”, Armin reached out, taking hold of her hand, trying to pull the raven with him, “we have to go.”

But she didn’t budge, gaze downcast on the ground.

“Armin… I’m sorry… But…”, she looked up, and the blond saw that her greys were full of tears, “I can’t go with you.”

“What do you mean? Why can’t you…”, it finally hit him, and Armin’s eyes widened in disbelief, “No, you can’t be serious. You want to go to him?!”

“I have to Armin, he needs….”

“No!”, he interrupted her, furiously shaking his head, “After what he told us? What he told you? That bastard doesn’t deserve you, doesn’t deserve you even thinking about him! He called you a slave for fuck sake!”

No matter the outburst, Mikasa still didn’t move, features twisted by the internal pain and struggle, but her determination remained the same.

“I have to, I just have to see him. I can’t let it end like this Armin, I just can’t…”

“Mikasa…”, running out of things to say, he just stared at her, not getting it, how could she be this devoted to such an asshole, “Why?”

She sighed.

“You know why.”

And they say love is a good thing. Before he could try again, because he just couldn’t let her go and have Eren spit on her feelings again, damn it, a heavy hand fell on his shoulder, making him look up. Jean met his gaze with his own, shaking his head lightly.

“As much as I know why you feel this way, I don’t believe that Eren has suddenly turned into the biggest ass on the island. He must have something, anything, some plan, he wouldn’t just discard us as toys that he grew bored of. And if he needs anyone right now, it’s Mikasa. Let her go man, you know that she doesn’t change her mind. She’s as stubborn as they come.”

Jean was right, and Armin knew it, so letting go of her hand, he took a step backwards. Some battles, you just cannot win.

“Go to him, Mikasa,” Jean addressed the Ackerman, “Do your best to save that suicidal blockhead, we all know that you excel in it. And.. uhm.. don’t die yourself, okay?”

She nodded, taking a few backward steps towards the other door to the room, the ones that lead to the stairs. Yet when she realized that with how fucked up everything is, this might be the last time she sees Jean and Armin, Mikasa rushed forward instead, grabbing them both in one big group hug.

“Don’t die yourselves, or I’ll kick your ass, understood?”, when they murmured their agreements, a bit choked because Mikasa was squeezing them really hard, she released them, “Good luck and I’ll see you later, okay?”

Massaging the back of his neck, because damn it but she had some strength in her arms, Jean grinned at her.

“Just go.”

And with a last look, she was out of the doors and gone, rushing, following the unmistakable calling of her heart. It cannot be commanded, after all. Alone in the room, Jean tapped Armin on the shoulder, getting his attention.

“Chin up, titan shifter. Let’s move.”

Together, they followed their squad, both silently praying that they’ll see their friend again. If not in this life, then in the next.

Mikasa took the steps by two, staring at the giant hole in the ceiling. Something surely erupted from here, tearing through the concrete and up on the roof. There were bodies everywhere, dead soldiers with broken limbs and unseeing eyes, staring into the great beyond. Judging from her experience, a shifter titanized here, Mikasa deduced, instantly killing the men surrounding him and then climbed up on the roof through the massive hole he made. But who was it? Eren wouldn’t kill his own men, and Armin was locked up in a cell when this happened. Was it Zeke? Or have the warriors come over the sea, to finish what they started? She wasn’t even sure if Eren would be up there, but he always tended to find himself in the middle of unpleasant situations, and she was willing to bet that it happened again.

Kicking the door open, she was greeted by a scene of total carnage. There were soldiers again, but that was far from everything. Spikes littered the ground, ones she knew very well back from Marley, created by the Warhammer’s ability. And in the middle, there were two massive bodies, still distinguishable despite the fact that they were both disintegrating quickly, wisps of smoke rising from the flesh. The colossal monsters were locked in a combat, with the smaller one viciously biting into taller figure’s torso, but in the end was apparently unable to reach his goal, most likely because of the massive hammer lodged deep inside its skull. The hit must have been led with terrible strength, because the head was almost completely destroyed, chunks of flesh and bone gone, only the prodigious lower jaw remained intact, teeth deep in his adversary’s flesh. But what caught Mikasa’s eye wasn’t the blood and gore all around her, or the airships, high in the sky, dropping their explosive payloads on the city, but a lone figure, standing on the edge of the roof, looking down at the unfolding hell. Eren must have heard the door open, because he turned, an anger and viciousness on his face replaced by sheer surprise as he saw who the visitor upon his scene of destruction was.

“Mikasa?”, he called, “What are you….”

But then, a shade flew his features, and his eyes grew cold, distant, resuming the expression he had back at the table.

“I mean, what are you doing out of your cage, freak?”, ignoring his words, Mikasa began moving forward, towards him. Determined to make her stop, Eren continued.

“Get back to the cell, slave, before I…”

“Shut the fuck up.”

Closing the remaining distance, Mikasa stopped right in front of Eren, staring at him with eyes showing naked steel. He didn’t seem too badly hurt, only his trousers were almost completely gone, shoes too, and there was faint smoke coming from his legs, indicating that he lost them and had to regenerate.

“What happened here?”, she asked, taking advantage of the stunned silence that followed her interruption of the stream of insults.

“You don’t question your betters, sheep, so…”

Mikasa hit him. Punched Eren right into the jaw, silencing him and knocking him down in one simple and effective movement. This time, he had no stupid comments about how weak the smack was, or how inferior she is to him, instead, he sat up on the ground, slowly touching his cheek in disbelief, staring up at her. Well, if she was given her Ackerman strength to protect Eren, it could very well be used to slap some sense into him.

“I asked, what happened here.”, she tried again, all polite, “Would you please tell me?”

“Pieck led me into a trap, the jaw titan was waiting and tried to eat me before I could transform.”, most likely still a bit in shock, considering how willingly he talked, Eren pointed at the massive hole, “He missed by a few inches, and just bit my legs off, so I shifted, killed and ate him. But Pieck and Gabi escaped in the ruckus. Also…”, looking up, Eren’s eyes focused on the airships, and he frowned, “the invasion began.”

“Well then.”, offering her hand, Eren took it, and Mikasa pulled him to his feet, “What are we going to do about it?”

“We?”, Eren shook his head resolutely, “There’s no we, I think I made that clear. I don’t want you here, Mikasa, don’t you understand?”, he pointed at the door, “Leave, now. Go away with Armin, Jean and the others, make sure that I don’t see your face ever again. We are done, it’s over.”

She didn’t move an inch.

“The others? How do you know that we are all out of our cell?”

“Well I just… you know… assumed since…”

“You weren’t surprised that I was let go. You were surprised that I came here, to you.”, now that Mikasa thought about it, it made sense, “You were the one who told Yelena to let us go, weren’t you?”, she accused him, tapping a finger against his chest, “Why would she do that otherwise. Now I understand, her glorious leader ordered her to! You orchestrated all this, hoping that you hurt us enough with your bullshit that we would just take the chance and disappear, leaving you alone, right?”

Eren seemed suddenly embarrassed, unable to meet her gaze, looking away with a slight blush, but Mikasa had no intention of letting him off the hook.

“Hey! Answer me! I’m right, aren’t I?”

He still refused to look at her.

“You don’t understand..”

“Then tell me.”, she urged him, “Help me understand.”

Eren took a deep breath, then another one, and another, before finally gathering to courage to look at her.

“Mikasa I’m dying, you know that, and I have no intention of waiting for the curse to take me. This..”, he gestured towards the inferno behind them, “that’s my funeral pyre. My plan is to take as many of those bastards with me, to kill Reiner, Pieck, and my brother, to reclaim the titans back for us, Eldians. And by creating such a carnage, to give you chance to get away from all this, this cursed island, our prison.”

“That’s… a pretty shitty plan if I ever heard one.”

“Yea well, I’m not exactly as smart as Armin. Better than nothing, right? At least it will give you a chance to escape unscathed.”

“Escape…”, she repeated after him, half in disbelief, “And go where?”

“Anywhere!”, reaching down, Eren took hold of her hands, squeezing them reassuringly, “You have your whole life in front of you, Jean too, Armin…”, his expression grew sad, “is not so lucky. That’s why I said all those words, hurt you so much, pushed you away as hard as I could. Because my life Is done, but yours don’t have to be. Go to Hizuru, as Kiyomi wants you to, or don’t, and leave all this shit behind, god knows that you deserve it, hundred times over.”

“Eren,”, trying to decipher his expression, Mikasa leaned forward, eyebrows furrowed,” what are you saying?”

“I’m saying that you, Mikasa Ackerman, are a smart, kind, strong, and uhm..”, he swallowed, “b-beautiful woman, who will one day make someone so very happy to have you.”, a sad smile appeared on his face, “The person just won’t be me. And that hurts to know, a lot.”

Mikasa felt like she was hit by a thunder. Did Eren just call her beautiful?

“You have so much more to give to the world,”, he continued, “and that’s why you must leave, escape this accursed place. Please, will you do it? For me?”

And she thought about it, real hard, about all the possibilities that Eren presented for her. The chances of getting off the island, while he was causing such trouble here, in the city, were quite good, as the soldiers must have come on ships, as Armin said, and stealing one with the amount of men they had shouldn’t be much of a problem. Yes, she could leave. Yes, she could escape. Yes, she could live. But did she want it? Was it a true desire of her heart? And to that question, Mikasa knew the definitive answer.

“No.”

Taken aback by such unexpected reply, Eren blinked, opened and closed his mouth, not getting any words out. Luckily, she had a lot of those to say.

“I can’t do it, just run from everything, it’s against my nature.”, Mikasa clenched her fist, watching the scars stand out against the pale skin, “I’m a soldier, Eren, a warrior, and even if its not the life I would choose for us, if I got the chance, life decided otherwise. It’s too late to change it now.”

“It’s not too late…”, he protested, but Mikasa pressed a finger to his lips, silencing him.

“This world, is so, so cruel, but it’s the only one we have. And if now is our time to leave it, then as long as we do it together, I don’t mind.”

He was crying, she realized, silent tears rolling down his cheeks, anguish written in his beautiful green eyes.

“Mikasa please…”, he begged her, begged her to reconsider, to take the way out, but she has decided. As Jean put it, Mikasa was as stubborn as they come.

“Living long years, somewhere gone, in hiding, with you and Armin gone and just memories of you guys.” she shook her head, “That’s not a reward, that’s a torture. I don’t want it. And Kiyomi?,” eyes gliding over the tattoo on her wrist, the mark of her clan, Mikasa sighed, “She just wants me because of my lineage, because of the ties to the shogun that I have. Going to Hizuru, I would be an honored prisoner, a breeding machine, used to produce an heir to the throne, that would be my value.”, even imagining it made Mikasa sick, “The thought of sitting there, in that gilded cage she would lock me in, with a child of a man I don’t love… That to me is a fate much worse than death.”

Seeing her, so beautiful with the flushed cheeks, it reminded Eren of that time on the field, when the smiling titan was coming for them, back when she first told him that she loved him, as they thought that the end was near. He really wanted to kiss her, back then, but that would mean their demise, and Eren wasn’t ready to die, so he moved instead, saving them both. And now, there she stood, again, but just as last time, Eren just couldn’t force his body to move, trying really hard to think about something, some argument to make her leave, not die because of him and his stupid curse. Yet Mikasa was done with waiting, so leaning forward, she was the one who pressed her lips against his, kissing him right there, on the roof, next to the smoking titan bodies and with bombs exploding all around them, because war was their life, and it was oddly fitting that their first kiss was most likely their last one too. When she pulled back, finally fulfilling what she wanted to do for so damn long, Eren stared at her, wondering how morbid it would be to tell her how pretty it is that the fires of the burning city really make the sharp features of her face stand out. But as he opened his mouth to try and get the compliment out, because it was rather fitting considering that she just kissed him, Mikasa interrupted it.

“If you say that I should leave again, I’m going to find my scarf and strangle you with it.”

“Funny you should mention that…”, with a half-grin, Eren reached into his pocket, pulling out the faded red fabric they both knew so intimately, “I had the guards bring it to me, since I kinda figured you wouldn’t want it back after what I told you at the table. I wanted to have it with me as I reminder of you when I… you know… die.”, shaking it free, Eren carefully wrapped the scarf around Mikasa’s neck, just as all he did all those years ago, smiling at how happy it made her, “But it does look better on you.”

A bomb falling near caught Eren’s attention, and he looked away, frowning slightly at the battle around them. Lost in her, he almost forgot about the raging inferno. Looking back at her, how full of life she was, he decided to give her one last chance to leave, to move on with her life, which was so much more than his ever had a chance to be.

“Are you sure about this? I’ve done this because I don’t want to fade out, but there’s no escaping the inevitable. I will burn, Mikasa, as brightly as possible.”

They stood next to each other, on the edge of death and destruction, looking down. Mikasa reached up, touching the fabric around her neck, while her other hand was tightly linked with Eren’s, the man she loved, but could never have, because this world was simply too cruel. No, their story, it won’t have a happy ending, because it was simply not possible, but Mikasa was strangely content with that. Maybe in next life, in another universe, they will have a better shot at this whole love thing. But the thought of death didn’t seem so bad, now that all was said and done, now that she knew that her feelings were reciprocated, now that they were together again. And while the world around them was going to hell, the pair never felt so calm inside. Squeezing his hand, looking up to meet his fiery emeralds with her own steely greys, Mikasa smiled at Eren.

“Then let’s burn together.”

[atopearth]

Subarashiki Hibi (Wonderful Everyday Down the Rabbit-Hole) Part 1 - Kagami Ending, Tsukasa Ending and Rabbit Hole Endings

Down the Rabbit-Hole Hmmmm I’m not sure what to expect from this story, the only thing I know about it is that it’s a really highly rated VN? I didn’t expect the MC to be the girl though! She seems pretty cool? She kinda reminds me of Oosaki Nana, punkish, cool and does whatever they want? The random falling dolls from the rooftop by Zakuro were weird. I was surprised that Yuki caught the doll though, if it was a real human, she could have died! Anyway, if I was Kagami, I’d be so frustrated with Yuki lol, she does things for her with good intentions and yet all Yuki thinks about is stuff like Kagami killing her, sigh. Tsukasa is funny though, she’s the youngest and the cutest, but she’s like the big boss that they both end up always listening to because of how scary she can get lol. Gotta wonder why Yuki is so whatever with Zakuro wanting to live with her, like dude, how well do you know her? Even you think she’s weird! Lmao at Tsukasa conning Yuki into taking them in too. Well… I guess this is how it feels if you have a harem…lol. Not sure how I’m feeling with all this “fanservice” and slice of life stuff, it’s not very interesting imo, mainly because I’m not that fond of the characters? They’re rather bland to me tbh. Okay, I guess this is what happens when you go into a game blind, did not expect them to go naked around each other playing the king game, and then even kiss Yuki?!

Kagami Ending So yahhh, going by the endings, I guess whoever you kiss is whoever’s ending. That French kiss was like whoa though. I knew they were all thirsty for Yuki but dang. It’s a bit funny but I do feel what Yuki feels whenever I look out the windows of the train going to the same destination as I always do. It feels like it’s always the same scenery everyday, but some things have actually changed without me noticing. It’s kinda weird when you think about it, I guess what’s really not changing aren’t the buildings and sceneries I see, but actually myself. I probably reflect myself in these sceneries, so if my life hasn’t really changed, if my journey to and fro is still the same, then my mind probably just assumes that everything around me continues as is. Although really, I’m probably being left behind by this world that constantly changes. Spontaneous journeys are always nice, but I wonder if this supposed person Zakuro liked before and that has changed in appearance is actually Yuki? Like, was Yuki a guy before or something? I really liked the segment where Yuki plays the piano for Zakuro, it was really cool to be able to actually hear the musical pieces!

Well, that star gazing leading to sex in the classroom was really intense LOL. Let’s just say….the CGs were pretty NSFW and they went at it quite a bit..! Lol! Honestly, I’ve never really encountered a full on sex scene in VNs since I’ve really only played innocent otome games and other VNs such as Clannad etc that don’t have these so I don’t know how to feel about it tbh! Loll, it’s so awkwardly uncomfortable that I have to admit, I kinda skimmed through it as fast as possible LOL. Anyway, I wonder if Zakuro leaving and stuff means she goes to different illusory worlds to see Yuki and if she’s happy in that world, she just goes on to the next one or something? It’s kinda unexpected how much Kagami likes to be teased by Yuki though loll.

Tsukasa Ending Well, I kinda knew Tsukasa would be the more ferocious one compared to Yuki and her sister. She legit just goes all in for the kiss after getting permission, like dang, isn’t it uncomfortable to watch this going on fpor the others?! Hahaha. And yep, nothing different besides the partner being Tsukasa so yeah nothing much to say about that.

Rabbit-Hole 1 Ending I wonder if Zakuro decides to only do something to “redeem” whatever she did to Yuki’s another self in another world (I assume) when Yuki doesn’t really seem satisfied or is dissatisfied with her current situation in that world? That creepy ride was…interesting though? I’m not sure how to feel about it since it felt like they went to another world or something. Hmmmm so as expected, Yuki is the girl who is the world itself so whatever she wills and believes in continues as is and exists? But then what exactly is Zakuro? Someone from an external world trying to bring Yuki out of her internal world because she’s so stuck in it? Ooooh, so everything started on that day the “doll” fell on Yuki. It wasn’t a doll and was actually Zakuro and that caused this whole thing to come about and for Zakuro to come into Yuki’s world and bring her back to reality I guess?

Rabbit-Hole 2 Ending Hmm two new girls with Zakuro huh~ What does she mean by she’ll save the world? And lolll, I guess I see why Tsukasa and Kagami are so fond of Yuki, they used to think she was a boy and always believed her to be a prince in shining armour because she protected them all the time, until she suddenly started wearing skirts and they realised they misunderstood loll. Anyway, I’m surprised to hear that Zakuro and those two girls committed suicide together by jumping off a roof. Is that their way of saving the world? Or did someone stop them/kill them before they could do anything about this world? Lolll, Yuki’s antics with the others are amusing as well as frustrating as usual, but that Web Bot project thing is very…interesting. Something that collects information about people’s thoughts etc all over the internet to predict the future huh? I guess what’s most unsettling is the fact that because of Zakuro’s last words to Yuki, she can’t help but link them together. But I guess the most chilling thing is the email.. The words about the world ending and Zakuro hurting isn’t exactly scary, but the thought of someone taking a photo of the girls’ corpses after their jump to death and sending it around to people’s emails on Zakuro’s email account is definitely rather distasteful. However, for me, whenever someone asks Yuki whether she thinks the world really will end on July 20, I can’t help but think whether there’s a reason they chose July 20? It’s kinda unsettling to think about everything happening on my RL birthday! Hahaha.

I have to admit that I love Yuki imitating Kagami’s tsundere attitude lmao. Otherwise, I didn’t think Takuji would degenerate into this…creepy thing, like wth happened? Tbh, despite the “insanity” Takuji seems to be going through, his words about death being a reality and something pushed back by everyone/media etc to be something far off all the time when it could actually be really close to you is something I can see and understand. I’m not sure what Takuji hopes to achieve with his little speech though, why must people have to comprehend that the world will be ending and accept this supposed truth anyway? Why does he think he needs to spread this? Btw, I love Ayana’s personality, she’s so stoic yet hilarious, I think she’s my favourite character hahaha.

Hmm, a lot of things happened, but at the same time, nothing much happened? The mystery continues with more deaths, and more disappearances of school students. I’m pretty disappointed that Yuki took so long to realise that Kagami and Tsukasa disappeared, like c'mon!! They always check up on you!! Otherwise, I can’t tell how things are going, is the answer to all this something abstract with the worlds, or is it something to do with humans? Honestly, when Yuki found Kagami’s body with her limbs cut off, and Tsukasa crying beside it saying that Kagami kept saying she wanted to go home when everyone else called her a demon and tortured her, it broke my heart. Kagami stood up to Mamiya in class, she was always brave despite being a scaredy cat, she was always so kind, I’m so devastated that she was treated like that in her last moments. 

I don’t think I get the ending… Am I supposed to? Lol. It just feels like…everyone loves Yuki, and that they all want to end their own “worlds” if they have their respective worlds, just so she can keep hers as the only one? Like, only one soul should be kept or something in the world right? So, I guess Mamiya wanted to kill everyone to keep her and her world intact? Yeah, I dunno loll. I’m not sure what Ayana represents, is she an overseer or something? One of those animals that just look at that’s happening, or maybe she’s one of Yuki’s books, passing off knowledge to her when needed. Who knows if anyone in Yuki’s world is even human! Maybe they’re all just different things represented by her lol. Maybe like in the first part, just as Zakuro wanted to save her, this time, Takuji wanted to try and save her in his own way by giving her her own world that will always be hers undisturbed? No possibilities of people taking her out of this world, and he wants her to be able to live here happily forever having a wonderful everyday even if it means no one is there? Anyway, I’m super confused, so hopefully I can see things clearer in the next ending?

[carolrance]

I AM DYING LMAO

i just found the most hilarious reviews for the handmaid’s tale and i’m dying lol. since twop is dead(?) (is it? i dunno cos i never look anymore tbh) this is the next best thing. and it’s doubly awesome cos she hates all the same characters. (mutual nick hate is my life). i have another post in my drafts about how amazing amy glynn’s reviews at paste are. and they are. but they are serious. these ones are snarktastic.

“Welcome back to America’s favorite rape and explosions show, The Handmaid’s Tale.”

“Nick goes out into the rain, full emo cigarette smoking, resigned to boning this virgin, when he spies something. Oh no! It’s Offred, sprawled in the rain, bleeding to death. He picks her up and screams for help. My god. These two. Offred is the world’s worst teenager. And Nick is her bad boy boyfriend. She’s going to robotically obey and then bleed to death in the rain? Get the fuck out of here with that. These two act like they are in a My Chemical Romance music video circa 2005.” (This is my fav one of them all.)

“Speaking of Nick, he’s still the worst! His baby bride comes to Offred for...advice? I don’t know why she comes to her exactly, except maybe it’s like coming to your sluttiest friend and asking a weird sex question? I don’t know.”

“Serena is clearly mad about Offred, and E. Moss is doing a great job as playing her as the bitchiest teenager in the house. Aunt Lydia has moved in to keep her eye on Offred, and she bursts in during Offred’s teenage sulk bath to instruct her to wash. Down there. You know. (vagina). Offred makes more defiant teenage eye contact as she washes. Down there. She’s almost coming on to Lydia. That’s cool, I guess.”

“We cut to the Colonies and some more cockadoodie plot machinations. Because of the mass casualty event, Emily and Janine, among others, are going to be pressed back into service as Handmaids. This is some ripe bullshit. First off, both are disobedient. Secondly, they’ve been in the radioactive Colonies for a hot minute--who knows what that’s done to their baby making machinery? But now the writers can bring back some important characters. COCKADOODIE.”

“Part of the purpose of the walks are so the fetus can hear and get used to Serena’s voice, you see, and Serena wants to talk shit about everyone they know.”

“We get some grade A pen pornography as she lovingly fingers Fred’s pens, and we close on the image of Serena behind the desk and Offred clicking the ballpoint just like Ofglen clicked the detonator. (We also get an insane music cue: “Venus.” You know, from the razor commercials and also the 1960s? Like, what the what the what, show.)”

“She’s worked on her shrine and her newspaper-clipping Crazy Wall ™, where she is reconstructing the events that led to the creation of Gilead. Which is great, but also, bitch, didn’t you watch the fucking news? You lived through this.”

“They load up into a truck, but at the last minute, Offred remembers that she is the worst and this show is supposed to go for ten seasons, so she hops out, gives the baby to Emily, and heads back into the night, to become Jedi June and fight Gilead to rescue her other daughter.”

“Serena stomps into Devil Fred’s mancave while he is enjoying his jazz records and demands that Offred go back to the Red Center. Fred talks her down, telling her that they don’t want to miss the joy of the pregnancy. Which, okay, Fred. You try having a testy teenager in your face all day.”

“I really wanted to punch her during all of this. How golly, and how insensitive, to poke through their sacred objects and get all teary-eyed, especially as they risk their lives to shelter her dumb ass.”

“Serena monologues about her drafts of new security orders. She wants things to get back to normal--she wants to cut back on the police state to normal dystopian police state levels.”

“It seems the Marthas have had enough, and they are taking action. Offred fucks around for about ten minutes because she is the worst, carving Nolite into the bedroom wall.”

“Anyway, Serena is super pissed, violently potting succulents and plotting dark deeds.”

“At some point, Offred takes a pout bath that is red with blood. She also bleeds clear through her underwear. When they get home, the Waterfords welcome Nick’s bride into the household, and then send Offred and Rita away. Rita is worried about Offred, but Offred has decided to bleed to death. Up the stairs she goes.”

“Offred’s presence rouses Fred out of his mini-coma for just long enough for him to remark on her size (just like a real son of a bitch). Offred leaves and makes out with Nick in the hall because they are stupid assholes. I mean, really. There are people and Eyes all over the place and these two are just slobbering all over. Offred also makes the Martha’s shooting all about her in a real self-centered way.”

“Let’s check in on the boring house, shall we? Offred decides to go around and collect godmothers for her baby.”

“Oh I forgot that Nick and Offred cuddled the baby and blah blah and I still hate them. Also, Nick, your baby bride’s blood is on your hands.”

“In the show, though, we’ve seen a lot of natal care, including ultrasounds, and we’ve seen the inside of a hospital room. Why in the fucking hell would they mess around with home birth at all? It’s so illogical it makes me mad.”

“So she goes outside with the shotgun, has another wolf encounter, and blasts off some rounds to alert someone of her presence. Then she goes back inside and takes off all her clothes and shits that kid out.”

“Back at the Waterford manse, Serena and Offred bond, AGAIN, over Eden’s execution and Serena lets Offred breast feed the baby, because she is completely internally inconsistent. On this episode, Serena will be affected by the atrocities of the regime she helped create. ANYWAY, THE END.”

“Eden wants to spruce up the apartment, and Nick gives her permission and plays the husband humoring his little woman’s whims. Which, total and complete barf forever. Nick still doesn’t see Eden as a potential threat, because he is an idiot. While she’s working on her HGTV audition tape, she finds the stack of contraband letters Nick took from Offred when she was going mad.”

“Into the house they run, Serena screaming Offred’s name like she’s going to catch her and probably murder her. I mean, this is full throated scream. If your dog ran away, you wouldn’t scream his name that way because he would be like: that bitch is crazy and wants to kill me. So it unsuprisingly doesn’t work on a human woman.”

“Meanwhile, Nick catches Eden kissing the douchebag Guardian. He’s like no big deal, and Eden freaks out. She says that he’s in love with the Handmaid, and he gaslights the fuck out of her denying it. Nick is a bastard. He shows Eden no kindness. He doesn’t treat her like a person. She doesn’t rate even a decent excuse. There are many things he could say: that she’s so young, that they don’t know each other, that he’s unhappy to be married at all. But he does none of those things. This woman is fifteen years old. She’s spent her adolescence under the yoke of Gilead. While she may be a true believer, she is still not in charge of her fate here. Nick is a bastard.”

“Devil Fred and Offred get in a knock-down, drag out, and he misquotes the bible at her and slaps her across the face. She then slaps him across his face, and is not immediately fucking super murdered.”

“Emily is like what the fuck, this place is weird. Lydia is like, bye! You better be good or we will kill you! Have fun! Anyway, she has a brief conversation with the Wife, who is like: this guy is horrible. He created The Colonies! He poisoned people! Commander Old Hipster gently shuffles her away, back to her crazy room.”

And serious business shit (cos it’s not all jokes):

“What I do think is wrong is the zig-zagging of Serena’s character. She’s mean and petty, and then she’s happy playing writer to Offred’s editor. Then she’s mad again, and then even more mad after that. Raping Offred to punish her for false labor is insane and irredeemable. Devil Fred has been consistently devilish--a prick who enjoys owning women--but Serena has seesawed from one extreme to another. I don’t think it makes her character more complicated or deep. Instead, it seems like inconsistency in the writing.

This show has been saluted as being of the times, for being very current. When I see children being ripped from their parents, or in an earlier episode this season, people desperate to escape to another country, and then I see it echoed in real life, it is hard to take. Dystopias are less entertaining to watch when you live in a country that seems to be accelerating toward the same.”

“Things I liked: Annie Lennox, Commander Old Hipster/his house/his wife/his Martha/his stolen art collection/taste in graphic novels/scarves, Rita and the Marthas rising up. Things I didn’t like: EVERYTHING ELSE

As adaptations go, the second season was always going to be a rough one. I can’t say that it was successful. They’ve turned June/Offred into an asshole, and they made Serena so inconsistent we don’t even know what to expect moment to moment. That’s not good writing, y’all.”

BTW, the site is:

https://heauxsmag.com/new-blog/?tag=handmaids+tale

[sheismental]

Insanity  — chapter two

teaser | chapter one

a/n: i’m dedicating this chapter to @spidey-hood and @hurricaneofcolors because i love them so much and they are amazing friends<3

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WARNING: Foul language (PG-13)

summary: twenty-one year old y/n l/n had trained for years to become one of the greatest secret agents in the U.S secret service - There was only one last task to do - only one mission left. And to do so, she has to partner with England’s greatest secret agent, Tom Holland. Taking down an international mobster is dangerous enough, but doing it while someone pulled on your heartstrings? That was insanity.

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There was an eerily silence filling the airport as you walked off the private jet — Heels clicking with a tired smile framing your face, hours of traveling hadn’t done you any favors and the change of timezones wasn’t helping you either. The skies are grey, stormy clouds stretch out in the high sky, even then — you wear white framed shades, covering the dark shadows underneath your eyes.

Tom walks beside you, taking your hand swiftly and squeezing. Right, husband and wife.

The door of the new Prius is opened by one of the bodyguards, you smile kindly – stepping into the car with Tom following your actions. Soon enough you  take off, you shut your eyes feeling an odd satisfaction at the action taken — You knew this was going to be one of the last moments of satisfaction you will get in the months to come.

"Are you tired, darling?.“ Tom asks, sliding his hand up your thigh, the feeling of his strong and warm hand makes your stomach churn. You feel the need to slap his hand off, but you raise your gaze at the driver - And smile softly.

"Just a bit, honey.” You reply, your voice as sweet as honey — All an act of course. Tom smiles recomfortingly.

"We’ll be home soon.“ He breathes out, staring at the road before you — Meadows fill his view, he can almost smell the moist grass from inside the car. He is filled with nostalgia, after all, he had grown among the cloudy skies, the smell of fresh grass and the cold breeze of England.

Fast enough the car pulls over into a hefty house after passing a large black gate – two floors of pure old England style - it could have fooled you into thinking it was a palace, yet the mansion-like home looked brand new, a fresh coat of paint had just been applied to the exterior walls, it was a light cream color. The smell of freshly cut grass fills your nose as you step out of the car, it had driven across a field of grass and large trees before pulling over into your new home and you had never seen a house so glorious, and if a house could have personality, you think, this would be a very pretentious one.

"They have outdone themselves this time.” Tom comments satisfyingly, walking over to you and pulling you close to his side, he leans carefully – his lips against your earlobe. “The staff is brand new, granted, they have no idea we are pretending to be husband and wife.” He breathes and it tickles your earlobe before he places a lingering peck below your ear.

The motion sending shivers down your spine and he lets out a throaty chuckle - You try not to roll your eyes, so you limit yourself to smiling accordingly before he pushes you in front of him softly – his hand places itself on your waist as you two make their way inside the home. Once inside you try not to leave a loud gasp, the house was even more glorious inside — too glamorous for your taste but even you could agree that the person who decorated the home had only gotten the best of the best.

 Marble floors beneath your high heels as your eyes roam through the home — The entrance alone was the size of your quarters, a big greeting table only a feet away with a bouquet of roses laid on it and beyond that you could see the living room. 

You could only imagine how big the living room was. You feels Tom's hand push you softly once again and your legs begin to work  – Pushing your shades to the top of your head you walk into the living room, where a group of four people stand straight, hands clasped behind their back. A man trails behind you and Tom, clearing his throat.

 "Mr. and Mrs.King, this is the staff — Sophie and Margot are the maids, along with David who will assist Mr.King and John is your personal driver." The man gestures the group of four, you can only assume Sophie and Margot are the two blonde women standing with aprons on, whereas David was the man who had picked you up at the airport; the man was big, with a kind smile and accordingly kind eyes - He was dressed elegantly, his tall frame concurs with his attractive features, deep blue eyes stare at you expressionless . "And i'm Derek, chief of security – so anything you need to comment about the bodyguards you can come to me." The man finishes, and you finally look at him — Dark skinned, tall as a tree and buffed, he held a strong gaze with a kind smile. Tom nods stiffly, shaking hands with the man. 

You smile as kindly and smugly as you can. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.” You greet, nodding your head as they smile back at you. 

“It is a pleasure to meet you Mrs.King.” You hear Derek’s strong voice,  you turn around with a smile as you shake his hand. 

“Likewise, Derek.” You reply before standing right beside Tom. 

“Your suitcases will be taken to your bedroom and don’t worry the closets have been filled with the clothes we were instructed.” Derek finishes off with a polite nod before walking out of the room. Your mind is racing, clearly you were more than baffled at all of this. Tom places his hand once again delicately behind your back.

“We should go check our bedroom, love.” He says with a dashing smile and you try not to scoff.

“We should.” You smile as one of the maids leads you both to the upstairs bedroom - Your eyes roaming through the large hallways filled with sophisticated paintings. Tom was, clearly, enjoying the little game he had begun between the both of you. He liked the way you acted as if his teasing wasn’t bothering you, which it was. 

The bedroom door swings open and Sophie takes her leave - The european king size bed between two large windows comes into your view as a much larger room opens before you. The room was unnecessarily big, you think. A large couch was placed against one of the walls with a coffee table in front of it, the marbled floors had been delicately decorated with accordingly light cream rugs. The light shines through the curtains as you make your way inside, your eyes roam through the room with bewilderment. 

Everything was beyond your standards of extravagant, there was another door feet away from the bed, you could only assume it was the bathroom, and on the other side of the room there were double doors of tall glass, light shines through them the most.

Tom locks the door behind him before stuffing his hands on the pocket of his dark dress pants. 

“We are meeting with Richard’s son tonight at one of his casinos, dress accordingly.” He states, and you turn to him, raising an eyebrow. 

“Harrison Osterfield? I thought he was one of our last options.” You say and Tom shrugs smugly.

“Apparently both your boss and my boss think he is the best way to earn Richard’s trust.” He replies, his eyes idly looking at the room. “It’s nice.”

You roll your eyes, stepping out of the uncomfortable nice shoes. “They couldn’t have picked a more lavish house even if they wanted to.” You retort and he chuckles softly, shaking his head.

“You really don’t like pretty things, do you, love?.” He raises his gaze to you, staring as you throw the heels somewhere on the room. 

“I like pretty things, just not things that cost much more than my annual paycheck.” You say, locking eyes with him. “Let’s both be professionals and stop with the whole ‘love’ thing unless we are on the job, understood?.”  You raise an eyebrow at him and he raises his hands in surrender. “Take it down a notch, sweetheart. I’m just doing my job, and like it or not this is the way i do it.” He shoots back, making sure to keep his voice low. “I’ll go talk to Derek about security, we leave at 8:00pm - Get some sleep and i will see you later.” He finishes, turning around and walking out of the room.

You yawn, rubbing your hands on your tired eyes - and sloppily getting into the very well made bed. Oh god it’s even more comfortable than what it looks like.

You shut your eyes, hands tucked underneath the soft pillow and you sleep the stress off.

—

The clock marks 6:00pm as your fingers run through your scalp - washing off any stress that your body still carried. Hands scrubbing down your body silently, the sound of the water falling down was relaxing enough. 

You hear the creak of the door slowly open, and you furrow your eyebrows - The bathroom was huge, with a bathub and a shower as well as two mirrors and two sinks, separated by only a couple of feet, and the door of the bathroom was a couple of feet away from where you currently showered. 

You hear a small chuckle, and you bite your bottom lip angrily. 

“Ya’ know, you should really lock the door, darling.” Tom says with a smug smile, making his way toward the sink. The glass door of the shower only a couple of feet away, he could just turn around the corner and see you - and the thought was very tempting to him.

“It was locked, you asshat.” You spit, washing off the soap foam from your body. He leans his back onto the edge of the sink, licking his lips with a playful smile.

“Then you should know that a hightly trained agent can open locked doors very easily.” There’s a playful tone on his voice, he listens as the sound of the water falling stops and moments later you appear right in front of him, wrapped solely in a towel as water drips down your body. He smirks and you look at him sternly, your wet locks fall behind your shoulders.

“You should know better than open the door while someone’s showering, creep.” You deadpan, walking past him and into the bedroom. He trails behind you, his suit still looking as neat as it did last night - Though his curls now fall messily down his forehead. “Can you leave so I can change?.” You ask exasperated and he clicks his tongue.

“I don’t think so, love.” You frown at his words. “It will look suspicious if I leave the bedroom when my wife changes, won’t it?.” He explains witty while arrogantly smiling.

“Fine, then! Take a shower, i’ll be changing in the walk-in closet and you better not walk in while i’m changing.” You warn as you make your way to the doorless walk-in closet. He let’s out a lightheartedly chuckle.

“Or what?.” He asks teasingly.

“Or I will show you something the agency taught me-.” You smirk, turning to him. “They call it the nutcracker, would you like me to show you?.” You cock your head to the side innocently, Tom’s smile fades a little. “I didn’t think so.” 

—

Golden necklace drapped around your neck, making you look like the prize you were meant to be. Your figure is wrapped around the red tight satin dress - Needless to say you wore devil’s color right - hair pinned to perfection while you wore a pretty smile.

The staircase seems to grow infinite as you make your way downstairs, the sound of your delicate black pumps announcing your entrance. Tom fixes his cufflinks, standing in front of the equally grand staircase as you come into his view. He tries to hide the stunned look on his face, but he is unsuccessful as his lips part, feeling them dry at the goddess standing before him.

A smirk creeps onto your face, your hands gliding down the railing of the staircase as you come to the end of it. Tom glides his tongue over his lips, suddenly feeling very warm inside as he smiles brightly - Once again trying to hide his astonishment.

“You look gorgeous.” He breathes out, stretching his hand at you as his hands quickly dart from your head to your toes - His breath hitching at the sight of the large slit on your dress, taking a peek at your soft legs. 

“You don’t look so bad yourself, baby.” You reply with mischief, looking at 

And the smirk never fades away as you gladly take his hand, taking a look at his features. His hair was styled back, his eyes sparkling with something more than simple play pretend. He grasps your hands between his’ and slides it on the crook of his arm as you two walk to the entrance.

You take a sideways glance at Tom, he looked expensive as well - All dressed in a maroon tailored suit that hugged every single bend on his body, you couldn’t deny that he was attractive nor that he didn’t fit right into the hot agent category.

David opens the door of the house for both of you, walking down the smalls steps of your new home - This was so unreal to you, living in such luxury, it was hard to think you had to grow accustomed to this kind of live for the months to come.

The door of the black Rolls Royce is opened for both of you and Tom softly pushes you inside, you take special care to the long slit on your dress not wanting to show more than needed - Not wanting to show the small gun in your garter as you step in.

The black Rolls Royce now has a partition, separating the driver’s seat from yours.  

“I’m assuming it’s soundproof?.” You turn to look at Tom, raising an eyebrow.

“Yes it is, now we talk game plan.” He replies, turning his body to you - The car revves up, taking off into the night. “When we arrive i’m going to sweet talk some information out of Harrison Osterfield, you try to mingle with the ladies, alright love?.” He states, and you look at him baffled.

“You are kidding me, right?.” You raise your voice, filling your blood boil - He looks at you with furrowed eyebrows. “’Mingle with the ladies’, who do you think i am? Some 50′s wife? Listen to me, Holland - I will not follow your lead- This is our mission, you go with Harrison then i go too. In fact, i bet i can sweet talk Harrison better than you could ever do.” You spit and Tom looks stunned for a second, staring at you silently.

“Fine.” He grunts, turning his body and looking forward - His hands on his lap, fiddling with his long fingers. You smirk smugly. “Let’s see how you do in the big leagues, sweetheart.” 

And you clench your jaw, staring at the window as the street lights illuminate your face. Of course you could make Harrison Osterfield tell you a few details of his father’s unlegal business, after all, your training hadn’t only been physical - It had too been all about how to work your way among these kinds of situations.

You had learned all about using your traits to your advantage, how to use your charm as a weapon - As a key to unlock secrets. That’s why you were a secret weapon and that’s what made you so deadly, but you figure - That’s why Tom was England’s greatest secret weapon as well, he knew how to be witty and charming, he knew the way to use his eyes and bright smile as a way of get around people’s minds - to trap them and easily let them go as he pleased. 

And Tom was, to say the least, shocked at your hot-headed behavior - He had worked with stunning agents before, but he would usually be in charge; Making plans and executing them while his partners used their seductive ways as a distraction. He wasn’t used to resistance, but he guessed that if he hadn’t agreed to your plan you wouldn’t let go - Besides, he was looking forward to see the way you work.

The drive is short, the Rolls Royce parks in front of the grand building - All shiny colored lights and big glass doors, written in neon colored capital letters ‘OSTERFIELD CASINO’, and even with all the bright lights - You could tell something dark was hidden underneath. John opens the door for you, and you step out of the car - Chin raised with a seductive smile framing your blood tinted lips. 

Tom’s hand soon finds its way to your lower back, he breathes through his nose heavily - He was still a little stiff from the earlier discussion, you could see it for the way his jaw clenched. You reach over to touch his jaw with a teasing smile.

“Ready to play, dear husband?.” You ask, careful not too sound too jokingly, and Tom looks over to you - The bright colors of the lights illuminated your face so well. He chuckles softly, relaxing as he smirks.

“Are you, darling?.” He says, raising his eyebrows, his hand pushing you ever so softly - The double glass doors opening slowly as the heavy banters and chirpy music fills your ears. And you knew you were ready.

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[cinematicnomad]

Kat... I've gotten an interview for my dream job. I'm so nervous that I want to cry. Any interview tips?!

DUDE THIS IS SUCH AWESOME AND EXCITING NEWS!! I AM SO HAPPY FOR YOU!

okay interview tips:

i have been on both sides of the interview process, both as an interviewer and interviewee. so what have i learned over the years…

1. use the time that’s given to you! if the interviewer tells you that the scheduled interview is 45 minutes long, use those 45 minutes! everyone who’s interviewing you has put this time aside and nobody has to leave. they scheduled 45 minutes because that’s how long they think you’ll need (with a little wiggle room, so probably more like 40) to answer their questions. if you’re competing against other candidates, and you take 25 minutes but they take the whole 45, that’s 20 extra minutes that they got to impress the interviewers over you.

(on a side note, as an interviewer, it signals that you might not be that interested in the position or you don’t have the relevant experience if you don’t have anything to say).

2. even if you INSTANTLY BOND with the interviewer, and you guys are like THE BESTEST FRIENDS EVER, always be aware of the context of where you’re meeting. don’t complain too much about your current/previous job, because even if it was the shittiest place on earth, the interviewer doesn’t know that. they might think you’re just a super negative person. and don’t insult the place you’re interviewing for. you might think that’s obvious, but i sat in on an interview the other day and the candidate blasted one of our partner companies because they’d interacted with them at a previous job and it went badly. they were the first pick until that happened.

so yes, get along, try to build a rapport, but always remember that these people are trying to hire someone professional.

3. that outfit/those shoes/etc might be awesome but omg please try to find something to wear that is a combination of professional, flattering, and comfortable. at my interview earlier this month i wore a pair of heels that were super cute but i got so nervous the soles of my feet were sweating so i was sliding in shoes. i had to stuff paper towels into them to try and remedy the situation. and then at the final round interview, i wore a pair of ankle boots that wound up giving me insane blisters. by the end of the lunch interview we were walking back to the office and i was trying to keep a smile on my face while at the same time screaming internally bc i was in so much pain.

find something that makes you feel confident and put together, but also isn’t going to distract you from the interview and make you self-conscious.

4. so at the end of every interview, most interviewers like to ask “do you have any questions?” a lot of people pass up on this opportunity: don’t. it’s an opportunity to make yourself stand out. prove that you’ve done your research and you know the company/organization/job etc that you’re applying for. asking questions makes you come across as engaged and interested. this is basically a free for all. you can use this time to give them more information about you – ask a question and when they answer, explain that you asked because of [insert personal experience here]. as an interviewer, i like the people who ask questions and it doesn’t frustrate me. the people who don’t ask questions feel like they’re wasting my time.

btw, a good question to ask is something along the lines of ‘what are you looking for in a candidate for this position?’

that’s all i can think of now. but keep me in the loop! i’m crossing my fingers for you

[gguktastic]

Some Things Shouldn't Be Kept Secret.

A/N - I am exhausted. This has taken three days. My finals are coming up in a month. I have had to complete the question and answers to two chapters in our 2nd Language Studies, which is Hindi. I had to write two informal letters and a 7-page-long essay on what I did when I visited my native village, how I spent NYE, and the essay was to be written about a house on fire. Then Maths. You'd better be happy with this one, guys. This is VERY LONG, so sorry if you don't like such long imagines. Also what even is the title I am horrible at that stuff. Also, I had the inspiration for the 'diary' part of the fic (WOOP WOOP SPOILER) from somewhere else, whether it was a published book or an imagine, it just crossed my mind and I wrote it down. GENRE - Fluff. WARNINGS - None. // It had been a particularly great day for me yesterday. I had begun the day with a much-needed mug of coffee, and finally having a bagel after several weeks, managing not to burn it, for once. After an insanely amazing and relaxing shower, I had flopped onto my bed, logged onto tumblr, and stayed there for the next 3 hours in the fluffiest onesie I owned. #BestMorningEver. Then, when I finally decided to head out of the house to go pick up some groceries, I ran into an old friend. Not any old friend, mind you, my best friend from when I lived in Lancashire. Also, it doesn't hurt to mention, that the 'old friend' I bumped into was world-famous-YouTuber, Phil Lester I had been looking for microwaveable popcorn with the extra butter at Tesco, and then, when I finally found it, it was too high for me to reach. Tesco with it's bloody high shelves. I was looking around for help, when a shopping trolley rammed me from behind. I almost fell onto the dirty linoleum floor of the super market when I tried to steady myself on my cart, which was right in front of me. Of course, me being an incredible clumsy person, tripped thrice over my own legs while trying to do so, and pushed my cart away from me, which collided into a wall, the groceries spilling out. I had, however, steadied myself - successfully and without dropping anything - on a rack beside me, thankfully on my feet instead of being flat on my stomach. (A/N - That has actually happened to me, guys. It has been inspired by real, true life events). Now you're wondering- [Y/N], so you had the best morning ever with coffee, un-burnt bagels, and then three hours of scrolling through tumblr in your fluffiest onesie, but when you said 'particularly great day' - well, doesn't that mean the whole day went by smoothly and don't you think almost falling over onto your stomach in Tesco and ramming your shopping cart against a wall in the space of 7 seconds puts a sour spot on your day? Well, it was all okay because the person that rammed into me from behind was my long-lost best friend, who recognised me as soon as I turned around to look at him and graciously accept any apology he offered, and smothered me in the warmest hug ever. I tensed up and pulled myself away from them. It took me a few seconds of scrutinising their hopeful face to realise who the man was. When I did realise, my mouth dropped open. "Oh my god, are you Phil? Phil Lester?" I said, overwhelmed, as he just nodded his head enthusiastically. "Yes, yes, I am! And would you be [Y/N] from Rawtenstall, Lancashire?" He asked, hope shining in his eyes. I too nodded enthusiastically and, after a second of grinning at each other, he grasped my hands and looked me in the eyes. "Don't worry, [Y/N], I don't hold you responsible for the dead rabbit on my parents' bed incident." I burst out laughing as I recalled Phil's sad face as his mum yelled at him for putting a dead rabbit on her bed, something which had been my idea. He pulled me into a hug again and, this time, I hugged back. "It's been so long, [Y/N]," Phil said as we hugged. "No kidding, Mister Famous," I joked. He pulled away and began to say something when he looked over my shoulder to see my groceries fallen out of my trolley. He frowned and ran to it, and, in a minute, got my trolley back to me, the cracked eggs now paid for and replaced. I thanked him. "No problem, [Y/N]! It's so nice meeting you after all of these years! How about I give you my phone number and address so we can meet up at my place sometime?" He suggested. "Why not, Philly! Here you go," I said, unlocking my phone and giving it to him, allowing him to put in save his contact as, of course, Phil Striker 🦁🐗. He put in his address in notes, and handed my phone back to me. "Well, I think I should leave now-" I cut Phil off. "But could you just get me the extra butter popcorn from up there before you leave, Phil?" I asked, and he happily obliged, using his height to my advantage. I grabbed my popcorn from him as I gave him a small wave, him walking away, waving back at me. Coming back home, I lounged around, eating some Nutella from straight out of the jar, when I decided to text Phil about our plans. [Y/N]- Hi, Phil! It's [Y/N] here. So, about those palms for meeting up- don't wanna seem too eager, but are you free tomorrow? I could come over to your place if you like! Within minutes, Phil replied, Phil Striker 🦁🐗 - Hey [Y/N]! Btw what palms are you talking about? I blushed and face palmed when I saw the typo. (A/N - That was an actual typo I made while writing this. I decided to leave it in). [Y/N] - Oh Lord Jesus I hate myself. I meant plans, not palms. 😓 Phil Striker 🦁🐗 - hey that's k I was just joking around with ya! Oh and I'm completely free tomorrow, except that I need to film a video, so would you do it with me? I want to do the 'long-lost BFF challenge tag' with you. Let's see how much you and I remember 😜 and then we can go out for dinner, though do you mind if Dan (room mate fellow YouTuber and current BFFL - soz) tags along? I laughed at his message. He wanted to do a video with me? I decided to give the man-child what he wanted. [Y/N] - Whew thanks! Oh and sure no prob, I'll be glad to (tho you'll have to help me with my camera shyness k) and I am offended Phil Lester you replaced me how could you?! Jk don't worry ofc he can tag along no prob. Phil replied 10 minutes later. Phil Striker 🦁🐗 - Sorry [Y/N], Dan yelled at me for eating his cereal without his permission ): and thank you! Ps Whew for a second I was worried you were actually offended. I grinned at my screen. [Y/N] - You need to learn how to be a good room mate Phil Michael Lester you cereal-thief. And no prob, I'm sure Dan will be lovely as well (: haha don't worry I won't ever be offended by that we had lost contact for so many years after all! See you then, gtg, the monster in my stomach wants some food. Your place tomorrow, then? I'll be there by 5:00? If you're not okay with that time or want to shift to another day that's fine (: I put my phone aside to get a cookie, but was interrupted by the harsh 'ping!' Of my phone. I sat back down on the couch. Phil Striker 🦁🐗 - No no no that time and place are k! And I know I have a problem I need to be a better room mate and deserve to live in shame (A/N - Phil missed the 'to leave' after the 'to live' high five if you got my reference before reading this A/N. Back to the story now). I smiled. [Y/N] - Sure, Phil, see you tommorow! Also, you were very correct about having to live in great shame. Jk. You're AMAZING, PHIL (Bd-Dm-tss). Bye - for now! My phone 'ping!'- ed with one last text from Phil. Phil Striker 🦁🐗 - Hmm I read that pun out to Dan and he's still cringing you already have a bad impression well bye to you too and see you tomorrow, I have to go to Tesco (again) to get some more cereal for Dan because I forgot to earlier today ): the things this boy makes me do. I laughed and just responded with a 'Haha, bye!', as I tossed my phone onto my couch, it landing safely, but not before doing three triple loops in the air and almost giving me a heart attack. I softly laughed at yesterday's memories, as I waited for the lift to reach the 11th floor of the building. 9... 10... I nervously bounced on the balls of my feet, careful not to be too excited, scared that the lift would shudder and fall down. 11. I heaved a sigh of relief - the lift was incredibly slow, and I was not doing too well in such a cramped space. It felt like the nervous energy radiating from me bounced off of the four walls, ricocheting back into me. Did that make sense? I don't even know. The lift doors opened, and I was out the second they did - closed, cramped, spaces are not my friends. At least I had stopped having panic attacks now. Phil, however, had helped me out every time I had a panic attack on a lift, when we were still in contact. I had to use a lift almost everyday while I was an intern at the Rawtenstall Times after a course in Journalism at university. I remember having his contact open on my phone, and calling him as soon as I got into whichever lift was empty and functional. He would stay on the line with me for whatever length of time I needed him to be. Thankfully for me - and our phone bills - never in my life have I had to suffer through several minutes and even hours of pure terror in case of the lift braking down. After seven years, I finally had the option to call him if I had a panic attack, and I was finally getting to sit down and talk to him about the most random of things like we used to. I knocked on the white door. Just two layers of paint and a moderately thick wall separating me from my once-best-friend. I anxiously drummed my fingers on my thigh, my eyes flitting from one spot on the monotone grey carpet to another. Finally, after a painstakingly long minute, I was blessed with the visual and sound of the doorknob turning. As the door opened, I grinned wide and prepared to greet my friend who opened the door - except that instead of the raven black hair and blue-green-yellow eyes, what I saw were twinkling brown eyes, ones you could easily get lost into, and a slightly-wavy chocolate brown fringe. "Not to sound rude, but-may I know who you are?" The man asked. My grin, which had faltered just for a second, returned as a much smaller version of itself. "Hi, I'm [Y/N]. I'm here to meet Phil," I said, extending my hand to the incredibly tall man, not unlike Phil. He opened the door wider, and took my hand, shaking it. "Oh, nice meeting you, [Y/N]. Phil told me you'd be coming by today. My name is Dan, by the way, I'm Phil's room mate," he said, and I smiled at him. I opened my mouth to say that I had heard about him, when realisation dawned in his eyes. "Oh, I'm sorry, come on in!" He said, and I thanked him before entering. Dan led me to the lounge, where we were making small talk, when Phil walked in, wearing black skinny jeans and a red-and-black button up. His eyes brightened up. "Oh, hello, [Y/N]! Dan, this is the friend I was telling you about. I'm so sorry to keep you waiting, [Y/N], I was actually in the shower," he said, sounding truly apologetic. I laughed. "Don't worry, Phil, I don't mind. Also, I got that you were in the shower as soon as I walked in, hearing your soulful and romantic rendition of 'My Heart Will Go On'," I said, making Dan guffaw. Phil's cheeks were painted with an angry red blush as he mumbled something about Dan and I not recognising his artistic abilities. "Well, [Y/N], even after you have mercilessly shamed me for honing my artistic abilities, I'm still willing to do that video with you, for I am the kind prince of England," he said, taking a 'regal' pose. I laughed again, getting up and off the couch, as Dan just rolled his eyes and leant back in what he had told me was his 'Sofa Crease'. "Have fun, you guys," Dan said, as we disappeared into Phil's room. // "I completely and utterly destroyed you at the challenge tag, [Y/N]," said Phil proudly as we got out of the room, after filming the video for his channel. I shrugged. "Well, at least I remembered all of the embarrassing stories, so that's fine," I said. "But you could've stalked me on social media and found out all of those facts about me, and yet, I WON," Phil said, smug smirk placed upon his face. Dan interrupted our small little argument. "That aside- Phil, you never told me how you 'bumped into' [Y/N] yesterday," he said, eyebrows raised as his eyes remained focused on the screen of his laptop. "I met her at Tesco, I actually accidentally rammed into her with my shopping cart from behind-" Dan snorted. "Wow, Phil, you meet a friend after seven years and how? Because you rammed your shopping cart into them. Good going, mate," He said, not once looking up at us as he slowly munched on Doritos from a bag and scrolled through, from what I could see, tumblr. I sat down beside him before putting my hand into the bag and starting to eat the Doritos. Either Dan didn't notice, or he just didn't mind. "You know how clumsy I can be! Anyways, when I did, [Y/N] almost fell down but, using my super strength, I caught the damsel in distress in my muscular arms. She -" I cut Phil off. "-is so horrified by the lies you are telling your best friend that she has decided to ask you to tell the truth," I said, glaring at Phil. He sighed. "Okay, I'll tell you the truth- or is it?" He said, wiggling his eyebrows. Dan and I looked at him, annoyed. "Okay, fine. So what happened was that [Y/N] tried to steady herself by grasping onto the cart, but tripped thrice over her own feet and pushed the cart away, which then rammed into the wall and most of her groceries spilt out while [Y/N] managed to actually and successfully steady herself using the ledge of one of the shelves nearby." Dan looked throughly amused. "And then, when I turned around to look at the person who had rammed into me and then graciously accept any apology they offered, Phil hugged me," I said, and Dan's head snapped up, eyes wide. "You did WHAT?!" He said, looking at Phil, who looked just as confused as I was. "Dan, I just hugged my friend-" Dan cut him off. "You idiot! What if it had been some other random person who you didn't know instead of [Y/N]? You could've been reported to the authorities!" He said, almost yelling at Phil. I nodded in agreement. "Yeah, Phil, what if I was a middle aged mum whose husband was just down the aisle, gazing lovingly at his beautiful wife?" I said. "Okay, you could've been anyone, but I recognised you from the tattoo on your wrist-It's a heart-rate thingy with the twenty one pilots logo at the end and, below it, in neat cursive, 'Stay Alive' is written. Which middle aged mum has a tattoo like that?" He said. "Okay, so you have a valid point," I said. "Now, who wants some brownies?" // I groaned as I turned around in bed, trying to shut the alarm off. It was a Sunday,and I didn't have to go to work. Yesterday had been the 10th time in a row that I had dropped by Dan and Phil's place. Dan, Phil, and I had plans to hang out this whole week as well, and I was supposed to be over at the 'Phlat' (or the 'Phalace Of Dreams', as Dan sometimes referred to it as) in an hour to help Dan film a video. I, of course, would be behind the camera, not in view of it. I lazily got up from bed, walking into the bathroom. I let the water heat as I got out of my clothes, stepping into the now pleasantly hot water. I just stood in the cubicle, letting the water run down my body, relaxing my muscles and taking away all of the exhaustion from the day before with it as it fell down the drain. 15 minutes later, I was done, as I stepped out of the shower wrapped in a fluffy towel. Seeing as I was already comfortable being in my pyjamas around Dan and Phil, I decided to wear an old MCR merch tee with my trademark light-wash skinny jeans and worn-out sneakers. Today, I felt extravagant, so I took a cab from my place to the Phlat, seeing as it was a 15 minute walk and I was not in the mood. As I sat in the cab, I put my hand in my fringed satchel to get some money out, only to be met with the sinking feeling of not having my trusty notebook there. It was a small A5 sized leather bound notepad, into which I jotted down my reminders, lists and also about the highlights of my day. It was the first thing I'd rescue if my house was on fire, that's how important it was. And it definitely wasn't at my place. It must be at Dan and Phil's place. I let out a sigh of relief at the fact that if it wasn't at my place or in my bag, it would be at Dan and Phil's, and they knew better than to peek in it. That's because Phil had once tried and then got a pillow thrown at him at full force. They wouldn't dare. They better wouldn't. // As soon as I let myself into the house after Dan opened the door for me, I had known something was wrong. Without so much as a 'hello' to me, he told me to follow him. Dan led us over to the lounge, and asked me to take a seat as he closed the door behind him. He took a deep breath as he took the seat beside me, looking down at his feet. "So, I found something..." He said, all flustered. Forget the diary, Dan's behaviour was #1 on 'The List Of Things [Y/N] Is Currently Concerned About.' "Continue," I said. "And, um- there were some things written about me which flattered me," he mumbled, me, however, being able to catch every word he said. "And...?" He pulled his hands out from behind his back, and my whole world came crashing down. My diary. "May I ask, Miss [Y/L/N], what this object is?" He asked, any trace of being flustered gone. His nervous twitching of the left hand was now replaced by a confident and smug smile on his face that he tried, and failed, to conceal. It was my turn to blush. "I- uh- I work at a- a newspaper office," I said. "And t- that's just the diary I write in. You know ideas f- for my column." I hadn't been lying about me working at a newspaper office. I was interning at the Daily Mail, where I would soon get a job under the Teen Magazine section, where I would write articles for teens. (A/N- I know nothing about the Daily Mail. Just making things up over here). However, I did lie about writing down ideas for my column in that diary. In that moment, if the world hasn't crashed badly enough around me before, the pieces burst into flames as Dan opened to a page and started to read. "18th of February, 2017, I just came back from the Phlat and had a genuinely good time with Dan. When I looked him up, I mean- he was actually so good looking- but now that I know what he is really like, I think I might really like him. 21st of February, 2017, woah, just had the best day ever with Dan! Phil was out today, so Dan called me over to help film a video of his. Later, we had Chinese take out for dinner, and I felt my gut do a 180 whenever we made physical contact. I'm actually falling for him hard, aren't I?" Dan snapped the book shut and looked up at my face, which was painted with a violent crimson. "You just go on and on about how you love my smile, my eyes, me, for a whole week, [Y/N]. And then, I stumbled across this paragraph," he said, and I knew which paragraph he was talking about. "28th of February, 2017, I'm still at their place, but they're currently not in the room, so I thought, why not? Just wanted to write about how I utterly wanted to kiss Dan Howell then and there after he opened he door, shirtless, hair not straightened. Well, they're back now, so goodbye." Dan smiled bashfully at me. Some of the blush had started to creep back into his cheeks, and I was currently biting my bottom lip, looking down at my tattoo, very embarrassed. Again, I felt my guts do a one-eighty as Dan lifted my chin up with his thumb, making me look at him. I fiddled with the aquamarine ends of my black hair, as I looked up at Dan with my green eyes. He leaned down, our foreheads touching, and smiled at me. Those dimples are going to be the death of me. "[Y/N], like how you wanted to kiss me yesterday when I opened the door for you, I have wanted to do that ever since Phil told me about the bad pun you had texted him, before I had even seen you. I've been madly and truly in love with you, [Y/N]. It seems impossible that these feelings could develop in just 10 days, but they did, didn't they?" Saying so, he put his lips upon mine. The first thing that crossed my mind was that this was the first kiss that had held any meaning to me. Sure, I had had my first kiss at a party while we played Spin The Bottle, but they didn't open up the gates to zoo in '[Y/N]-tummy-land'. I remembered that my breath could be stale by now, considering the fact that I had run out of tic-tacs to eat in the lift, but reminded myself that I had brushed not an hour ago. I felt my eyes flutter shut as Dan pulled me closer to him, hoisting me onto his lap. I tangled a hand in his curly hobbit-hair, the other on his cheek. He ran a hand through my freshly-washed, soft, and untangled hair, easing it out of his ponytail. His other hand encircled my waist, pulling me closer every time I pulled my body away from his. At this point, a kiss would've probably gotten much heated, but our's still remained sweet and innocent, yet heavily passionate. We slowly pulled away from each other, my eyes still closed as I touched my forehead to his. He bumped our noses together, making me giggle. Just then, the door opened and Phil entered. I turned to the door, eyes wide in horror, while Dan just gave Phil a crooked smile. Phil, in reply, almost dropped his laptop, and rushed out of the room, but not before Dan yelled out - "I JUST KISSED HER!" I, of course, blushed. The 'being flustered' soon changed to confusion. "Dan," I asked, "Why was he so terrified? I mean, sure, he acts like he's an innocent ray of sunshine, but we weren't even kissing that time! Why did he run away like that?" Dan turned away from the door, and looked at me. He grinned at me before replying: "Didn't you see? The camera was pointed towards us - he was doing a live stream."