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softstraykidsimagines · 5 years

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Boyfriend!Hyunjin

A/N: SHE PROTECC

SHE ATTACC

BUT MOST IMPORTANTLY

SHE BACC

HI GUYS!!! I’m so happy to be posting again i cry :,) i hope you enjoy!!!! i;ll be updating as much as i can without rushing too much :D

MASTERLIST

Prepare your wigs peeps

This is gonna make me swerve

I mean

cmon it’s Hyunjin

Let’s do this!

Prince Hyunjin

Is actually smooth af with his crush

He'll complement you whenever he gets the chance

Or gives you food

Basically your knight in shining armor

Ye, that’s not what actually happens

He's smiling like an idiot and about collapse when he’s with you because HE'S FREAKING OUT OK

So freaking nervous his heartbeat is always up when he’s with you

You sometimes think he’s about to have a heart attack and you’re not stupid you know why lmao

Same for when he confesses

At first he’s pretty calm about it

Just casually asked if you wanted to see a movie with him some time

“Like... a-as more than friends?”

You'd kinda expected it so you weren't too shocked when he asked you

So you said yes

Duh

And he does a double take

"Wait.... Are you serious? You want to?"

"Well yeah?"

"WHAT WHY"

Was good with flirting but didn't actually think you'd go out with him smh

Now every minute he just contemplates the fact that he has you

And he still can't believe it

Like shit dude

He’s with the y/n

You never feel unloved when you're with him

He loves going for long walks, just to talk and relax

Why does it sound like he's a dog here lmao

Will always take as many pictures of you as his phone storage will allow, his camera roll is stuffed with pics of you

Will insist on going to the park for a picnic, he just loves you and the sunshine

He loves to quietly slide your hand into his

But he always ends up giggling because he’s so giddy about being with you

Has to take a moment to charge up his courage before giving you a quick kiss on the cheek

He then goes an unreal shade of scarlet as he covers his face, muttering that he ‘can’t believe that he actually did it’!

It takes him a while to finally gather up the courage to properly kiss you

Like.... a very long time

You were starting to get worried that he didn’t actually like you

Maybe he was just too nervous to tell you that it wasn’t working for him

buT NOPE

On one certain date, Hyunjin had prepared a cute little dinner on the practice room floor

He was so apologetic about the poor setting, but finally had stopped saying sorry when you’d told him for the 2376129th time that you were having fun

At some point, he just went uber silent, watching you not in a creepy way

You eventually noticed, and just stared back

“What?”

He didn’t say anything, but his eyes did widen a wee bit

“What are you lookin at, you’re sorta scaring m-”

He cut you off and just kissed you

BOI YOU WERE SO SHOCKED

Afterwards you both just stared at each other

And then Hyunjin goes all red

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to do that I’m sorry that was stupid you can slap me if you want!!!!”

“Bruh why would I want to slap you?!”

“You don’t hate me?”

facepalms for days

You meet the other boys only a few minutes later

Go figure

You’re talking casually, the embarrassment from the kiss wearing off

They all come stampeding into the practice room making an ungodly racket

And all go quiet when they realize what they’ve done

Changbin, bless him, tries to reduce the awful level of awkwardness: “*cough* uh hey, Hyunjin.... This must be y/n right?” He waves at you. “We’ve heard a lot about you, Hyunjin never stops talking about you”

He misses the death glare Hyunjin shoots him

Then Jisung

Freakin Jisung, man

Waltzes up: “Hyunjin’s cheeks are really pink”. He gives a cheeky smile. “You didn’t kiss did you?”

The room goes as quiet as a tomb

“OH SHIT YOU DIDN’T ACTUALLY KISS DID YOU????”

Of course Hyunjin completely loses his shit at the sight of you turning a deep red. “GODDAMMIT JISUNG STFU”

Ye your first meeting with SKZ wasn’t the best

But you all bonded rather quickly after

And Jisung buys you little snacks sometimes as an apology for your first awkward meeting

OH GOD THE BOYS ADORE YOU

If you’re ever sick, they always get snacks for Hyunjin to give you

And if you’re really under the weather, they’ll cover for Hyunjin so that he can stay with you and take care of you.

He wraps you in blankets

YOU ARE NOW A BURRITO

And tries to make soup for you

We know what cooking!Hyunjin leads to

You’re chilling on the couch and you suddenly hear a high-pitched scream

You’re up and sprinting to the kitchen at the speed of light still wrapped in a burrito

To find him fanning at a smoking pot

“WHAT THE FUCK HYUNJIN YOU JUST NEED TO HEAT IT UP HOW DID YOU START A MINI FIRE?”

You’re home doesn’t burn down thank goodness

And you end up heating some soup for yourself while Hyunjin watches

And it’s! hilarious! when he’s sick!

He becomes a little ten-year-old istg

But in a really cute way

He doesn’t ask for anything: food, to watch TV etc

Nah he just wants cuddles

The whole damn day

So while you’re struggling to keep a mask on and not getting sneezed on, this idiot is smiling like a puppy if puppies could smile, clinging onto you like a love-filled leach did that sound weird? i think that sounded really weird

i want this tattooed on my face thx

Now idk what this dude is afraid of

Something tells me one big fear would be to lose Stray Kids and the people he loves

And so I think he’d get kinda nervous when you both see less of each other and when he gets busier

You can’t talk as much because of his crazy schedule and with lack of sleep, he starts getting more irritated easier during the little intervals of time you get to see each other

At some point he might snap at you, maybe for no reason at all, and you’ll snap back indignantly

Yeah you love him but you’re not taking any attitude

If things get really bad, he just shakes his head, saying he needs some air

You’ll both give yourselves some space, but eventually Hyunjin becomes terrified that you’re too angry with him to talk again

So he goes to find you and talk

You both hug it out and decide to spent the rest of the day together for more quality time

And it’s totally worth Hyunjin getting an earful from Chan the next day

OK back to fluff quickly quickly

On the days Hyunjin goes somewhere, you sometimes join him in the car ride, tho you’re always super careful to never show your face when he gets out

Gotta stay hidden yknow?

You’ll both send cute little texts throughout the day and OOF just couple goals

You: hey check this out, this is me 2 u *sends heart meme*

Jiiniie<3: oh yeah? well this is me @ u! *sends heart meme with more hearts*

You: boi dont start smth u cant win!

And thus begins the heart meme wars

r they even called heart memes idk

i want this tattooed on my face pt2

We’ve already established that Hyunjin can’t cook for love or money

So if he even steps foot in the dorms’ kitchen

You bet that at least two other of his hyungs will follow for pure supervision

And he is not, under any circumstances, allowed to cook something by himself

And you’re grateful that your safety and world peace had been assured by this rule

Although, you’re allowed to cook together as long as you watch what he’s doing

If anything at all goes wrong, the blame is pinned on you

So it’s natural for you to treat these cooking projects as once-in-a-while occasions

Now when you ask about meeting his parents

Holy Hell

Stutters, clammy hands, flitting eyes, you name it

Hyunjin is so frickin nervous about you meeting his parents oof

You don’t understand why, like hey, how bad could it be right?

But pretty soon you get why Jinnie was nervous

His parents aren’t that trusting within the first hour of knowing you

You guess it might be because of poor past experiences?

Maybe Hyunjin had been judged or dated once too many times just for his looks?

The thought is enough to make you swear by all you know to always treat him like a treasure

You also make a mental note to ask him sometime

Eventually, his parents realize you have pure intentions and they become so much kinder and warmer

They let you know how welcome you are to visit whenever you want, they offer to send you off with some homemade cookies...

And Hyunjin gets so emotional at the beautiful site in front of him that he bursts into tears

Which causes you and his parents to tease and hug him

if you’re thick, let’s just be clear that im making a statement on how you should NOT judge Jinnie purely because he’s good looking, appreciate his talent!

Now, Hyunjin is kinda tall compared to the rest of SKZ hah im joking of course so it’s pure instinct to want to steal his shirts

Don’t lie, if you had the chance, you would take something i see right thru u

And at some point in your life, you stop realizing ‘hey, this isn’t my jumper!’ and just walk around in clothes that aren’t yours

And when this happens, three things follow:

You see a wild Hyunjin crashing through the apartment towards you, yelling happily that ‘that’s my favorite hoodie!!’ he tries to act like he’s angry and fails in 0.0000003 sec

He doesn’t slow down and freakin slams into you at full velocity, knocking you over or off anything you might be sitting on

He proceeds to tickle you mercilessly, until you either can’t breath and turn purple or until you commit an extreme act of violence in the name of self defense

Once this chaotic episode ends, most of the time with both of you are completely knackered and just lying on the floor

You both cool off by just cuddling and watching something on TV

Or reading something together!!!

I can totally see Hyunjin shoving one of his fav books in your face and insisting that you both take turns in reading aloud to each other

And you both react at the same time to shockers in the book, like you start crying together when a character dies who hasn’t had that traumatic experience or you both squeal with joy and hug each other tighter when something great happens

Did I just turn into a puddle of happy goo?

Yes I fuckin did.

I think Hyunjin wouldn’t take that long to tell you that he loves you

That doesn’t mean that he planned anything tho

HAH! Course he didn’t

Probs says it when he can barely think straight

Maybe you’re watching him dance late at night

You’d brought snacks to keep him going ‘cause he was working his ass off

And there you sit, marveling at his skill and fluidity while executing his choreo

You have a talent for hyping Hyunjin up while he dances, cheering when he leaps high into the air, gasping when he performs a complicated move, and aw-ing and his graceful poses ok im done now

When he finishes one of his more dramatic dances, you jump up with glee and tackle him in a hug despite him being sweaty, saying how proud you are

He hugs you back happily and says:

“I should be the proud one, having someone I love so much being so supportive of me”.

You both freeze, still hugging each other

And neither of you move or breathe for a moment

“What did you say?”

“UhhhHHHH NOTHING I SAID NOTHING”

“You said that you love me!”

“WAT NO I DIDN’T I-”

“HYUNJIN I LOVE YOU TOO!!!!”

“N- wait what?”

“I love you, dumbass” same tho

Oof that poor practice room has seen a lot of awkwardness

I’m cracking up just by thinking of how hopeless Hyunjin could become when SKZ are away

“Hey do you guys have a signal and/or data? I wanna Skype y/n and show them the beautiful view”.

*all of SKZ facepalms*

Always taking pictures to show you

In the evenings, you get a frickin cascade of notifications of both photos and messages from the poor boy telling you he misses you like crazy

When Skyping, he asks to see Khami, who you have the pleasure of caring for during his absence

You do question (mentally and then verbally) whether he calls to talk to you or his dog

He never answers the question heh

There’s lowkey a competition between you and Khami for Hyunjin’s affection

When the boys make their flight home, Hyunjin keeps you informed about everything that’s happening

I mean everything:

Jiiniie<3: we’re @ the airport :D -6h ago

Jiiniie<3: waiting to board! -5h ago

Jiiniie<3: they’re getting ready to go, i can’t wait to see you!! xxx -5h ago

Jiiniie<3: will text you when we arrive, love! -5h ago

Jiiniie<3: JUST LANDED! CANT WAIT TO HUG U -31mins ago

Jiiniie<3: about to get our luggage! -Just now

You get the point -_-

When you finally see each other, he runs at top speed to pick you up and spins you around

frickin goals man i feel so sad writing this :,)

He goes public in probably the most aesthetic way that’s physically possible

He posts a bunch of gorgeous photos-

Courtesy of Jisung

-of your silhouettes in front of sunsets

-Pics he took of you laughing during a cafe trip

-Bomb-ass selcas where you’re both lookin hella fine

Just

UGGHHH

SO! AESTHETIC!!!

Naturally, the internet freaks the fuck out

Both of you are kinda nervous about the explosive reaction

There are salty bitches who are telling you to piss off because they jelly

But the huge majority of Stay are crying with happiness and wishing you both well

this better happen in the future im watching all of u

And soon Hyunjin is talking about you on vLives, proud af because y/n freakin rules!

OhmyGod I love Hyunjin

Damn my heart be like < HYUNJIN 3 phew

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jamiebluewind · 4 years

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Fantasy High Characters 2.12

I'll go back to ep 2.11 eventually, but I wanted to get this one out while it's still the newest. As always, let me know if I need to edit or add anything and tag/ask/PM me about art and stories so I can check them out!

Warnings: canon typical violence, gore, blood, gross mention, vomit, fantasy racism mention, disturbing imagery, panic attack mention, threats, murder, alcohol, injury

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Ally (on the fig/ayda kiss): Two young Sheldon's makeing out XD

Lou (on the second fig/ayda kiss): Yes-ah! Yes-ah! Yes-ah! Yes-ah! I bless this union! Yes-ah!

Brennan (on forgetting to change the music for the arcane crime scene): -this is the wrong music for this moment

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New Characters

Craf-me Rootdrinker

Gnome and druid

Gave his life 200 years ago to reclaim Arborly from the curse

Was very kind

Avoided "cleric nonsense"

Nuathura (New-ah-thoo-ra) the Fox

Older red fox who was awakened as a pup by Craf-me (was his familiar/companion)

Spry and slinky despite his age

Fluent in silvian, elvish, and gnomish

Runs the town (basically the mayor) and offers the adventurers every resource in their village at their disposal

Appreciates it when he is shown respect and is more open to outsiders and outsider tech than Mira, saying that the Nightmare King was once defeated by a strange band of Solesians and that they were delighted to have them

Likes shrimp and was given one by Fabian and four (one on each paw) by Kristen

Was told the crown of the Nightmare King was kept deep under a pit under a pyramid where it could never be found (and was understandably upset to discover that it was instead kept on a shelf in a dean's office and now in the hands of Adaine's mom who is trying to get into the forest)

Mira Silverbough/Silverbow

Wood elf and leader of the rangers who guard the town (of which there are 40 standing on bolders with arrows nocked when the teens wake up)

Intense angular face with steal gray eyes and long black hair on the top of her head (that might hang down in her face) with shaved sides that appear to be turning gray/salt and pepper

Dressed in dark forest green with leather archer's bracers and gloves with

"Ah. Not TRULY children. These are almost adults grown. Come here!" *gestures for the teens to come over*

Racist against those with infernal lineage, goblins, and orcs, but seems to be racist against all other races in general

Was put off by technology she doesn't understand

Referred to Fig as a troubadour (poet who writes verses to music or specificly a French medieval lyric poet) and the van as very small house of wheels

Furrowed her brow at Adaine being the Oracle

Second to Nuathura and very protective of him

Krumpkin Springbill

Head of the Tinkerer's Hall

Round as a pumpkin with a shiny bald head and a mustashe like a push broom

Dressed in soot covered goggles (which he pushed up) and a leather apron filled with tools

He and the other gnomes come up to Gorgug's mid thigh

Two unnamed gnomes

Person with a huge handlebar mustache and a top hat with gear in the side of it

Woman with folded canvas ornithopter wings

Unnamed Bartender

Works at The Owl And The Harp

Was told by Adaine that she was looking for her mom and was shocked by her crystal (used to show him a picture)

Said Elianwyn was staying on the top floor, but thought the kids couldn't afford the substantial outstanding debt she left behind (after leaving without checking out) of 10 gold

Was paid 12 gold by Adaine, then 5 gold by Riz, then another 5 gold by Riz (which was wet), and shown a very round frog by Adaine

Told them that they were acting very suspicious despite being warned about them by the rangers

Most likely has no idea the damage Elianwyn did to the suite she was renting

Vraz the Mean

Executive Potenti of the Dominion of Avernus (first/topmost layer of hell) and Arch Secretary to Blozo the Undimenished who is the regnant of Sloth

Came through a burning oval doorway opened by Fig's magic (which opens to red firy sky and blasted red plane)

Dressed in black steal plate armor and horned helmet, covering all but her face

Beautiful woman's face with porcelain skin, ruby red lips, and a seem at the edge of her helmet where the rest of her skin had been flayed off her body

Burnt scarred skeletal remains of wings

Carrying a burning scroll to serve to Fig

Killean

Wood elf, resident of Arborly, drunkard, and a cruel man

Worked for Elianwyn and was rude to the tinkerers while picking up wax, ink components, and fiddle faddle for her

Had short cropped brown hair, hazel eyes, and a small amount of facial hair

Seen in scry as a puppet with a slit throat. Not wearing a shirt or boots as he left bloody footprints. Blood dripped from his burning dull red glowing eyes into his beard. His sternum was broke open and a fire was roiling within the open exposed wound where a gem was glowing.

Shone a dull red glow 20 feet ahead of the group which causesd a path to open in the dark, twisted, and grarled forest like a subterranean tunnel

Established Characters

Elianwyn (Adaine's mom)

Stayed at The Owl And The Harp for several months

Kept to herself, save sending Killean to get things for her at the Tinkerer's Hall (they had spell components that could be used by both them and wizards)

Vanished with Killean and Aelwyn the night Aelwyn arrived

Murdered Killean and did a spell that left him a puppet with Gorthalax's gem in his chest

Went into the forest, using puppet Killean to cause the briars to retract

Was wearing a deep elven traveling cloak and covered in nasty scars related to a curse (but might be due to a Fallinel curse and not the original crown curse)

Aelwyn

Arrived at Arborly a night before the bad kids (and 2 nights before the bad kids talked to the locals) and was still uncontrollably and explosively gassy (which reaked), worse for wear, and started crying

Changed into wood elven travel garb and traveled with Elianwyn into the forest

Dispelled Adaine's scry without seeing it

Calina

Told Kristen that if they make it through the wall, she would kill them all (starting with Tracker) and that the only reason they were alive was because they were a nuisance (not a full problem) and never got between her and what she wanted

"I want you to stay out of that fucking forest."

Riz didn't see Calina despite being right there and the grass wasn't bent or disturbed where she was supposed to have been standing

Pok's sleeve wasn't disturbed where she was supposed to be standing either and she couldn't drink (or possibly hold anything at all)

She gave Riz sleep paralysis, but never hurt him

Most likely doesn't exist anywhere physically

Is in their heads, but still had to ask questions, so she can project herself into their minds but not read their minds

Note: The unmade goddess turned her familiar (a black cat) into a plague

Kristen

Told Tracker she shouldn't be guilty about passing on any kind of sickness because she believed it had to do with both of them due to her secrets combined with Tracker being a carrier

Suggested doing spells through a dental dam as she had a bunch from Jawbone (who kept insisting that she use them)

Found a bag of loose crab meat and used it to make crab nachos (which she always makes when she has the choice as her parents always made it for parties and never let her have any)

Got drunk and tried to make Riz kiss a shrimp when he got upset, offered Fig a "shrimp secret", tried to throw Fig 2 beers (which Gorgug smashes and she thought was awesome), called Gorgug a scientist when he said he was a little crab, and called Riz "king crab king!" when he was down on himself.

Saw Calina when nobody else could and responded by screaming "Fuck you!" at her

Drank a cortada and stayed cool while Calina was there (talking shit about her as Calina threatened her and the group) but freaked out after she left, asking everyone to hold her and dogpile on her before she vomited coffee and shrimp

Was okay once she was pressed into the grass by all her friends

Tried to get Tracker to stay in town and not go into the forest, offering handcuffs and asking as officer Kristen (and even colonel Kristen using an order)

Tracker

Still rocked after the Galicia sister thing saying that the elven church and the priestesses she knows are nothing alike, but they both worship the same goddess and what the elves did was causing her to have a lot of questions for the first time

Took precautions during things like the life transference spell to avoid passing on lycanthropy, but had never thought to protect herself from something coming back the other way

Had a good talk with Sandra Lynn and gave her a solid shovel talk

Translated the gist of what the others were saying in elvish (to Nuathura and wood elves) for Gorgug and Ragh

Got drunk, balanced crab nachos on her head, and told the others to "Let [Fig] use the shrimp tub!" which resulted in a "shrimp tub" chant

Comforted a freaked out Kristen by rubbing circles in her back

Shivered when she entered the Shrine of Thorns, her eyes flashing yellow as she suddenly felt nauseous and generally not good as the shrine basically repelled her until she exited it

Adaine

Had a message chat that's mostly jokes and memes (that Fig wasn't in on due to losing her phone)

Wanted a fluffy robe

Her crystal has meditation and non-fiction (like a hystory on mage hand) instead of music

Found bellinis and caviar to eat (instead of crab nachos) and shared with Fabian

Drank half a beer, got a little drunk, wondered where Fig was (but was silenced by Kristen), wanted to go in the hot tub with Fig, and pretended to be a crab

On rather they should be honest with the wood elves "Maybe? It makes me nervous. Everything majes me nervous. Sure. Why not?"

Slipped behind Fig during the wood elf standoff and held up a fist while saying "yeah!" to support her, but jumped in with her status as the Oracle, saying it was a prophesy and going into the forest was "A thing we have to do." (which made the wood elves lower their bows and whisper to each other)

Admitted that her sister and mother were trying to get into the forest too, but that they were working against them

Started searching for Calina nearby after her sister booted her from scrying

Told the bartender at The Owl And The Harp that she was looking for her mom (with picture) and paid off her outstanding debt of 10 gold for the suite (with a 2 gold tip) before going upstairs to discover the crime scene her mother left behind

Ragh

Found a bunch of kippers for Fabian

Munched on an entire bone in ham

Got drunk, got shirtless and started screaming "More lobster! You're not lobster enough!" at Tracker

Pointed out the obvious (one guy in town has 4 refridgerators) when Fabian was worried about introducing tech too soon

Gorgug

Got drunk, did a "crab stand", made his arms look like a crab, chanted "crab king" at Ragh, became crab king, said the shrimp tub was not for peasants (when Fabian told Fig about it), smashed the two beers Kristen threw to Fig out of the air (followed by a celebratory yell and him pumping both arms in the air while the bloodrush boys chanted "hoot growl!"), said "I'm a little crab." to Kristen, and finally gave Riz the crab king crown and said Riz? *points at him* You're the crab king now.

Walked up to Nuathura to say hello in gnomish when he heard Nuathura mention tinkerers

Told the tinkerers that he repaired the Hangman, but failed to make a working mechanical butt for him

"Showed" the tinkerers his crystal and headphone as well (and by that I mean the were crawling all over him like excited 5 year olds)

Riz

Started setting up a tiny conspiracy board in Hollyhill minutes after getting there

When asked how he got a certain picture of Kristen, he said "You know... you take pictures; you hang um. That's what you do."

Said "I'm gonna snoop around. In a suspicious way, NOT in a party way." and finds Spyre tech and receipts showing that the guy is expensing stuff to his corporate card that have nothing to do with his work, resulting in him telling the others that it was a tax haven and illegal, so he felt less bad about having a party and more like Robin hood stealing his beer.

Got drunk, somehow stated acting/dancing like a shrimp, pointed out that Gorgug was a crab, started crying and got emotional because "Shrimp are so little and sometimes they get caught in the nets and stuff!" and told Kristen "I'm not gonna kiss the shrimp! It's dead Kristen. And we killed it.", cried again before Fabian comforted him, and became the crab king saying "Honestly, I just wanted to be the crab king. This whole time I've just been the shrimp and I feel like I've been the shrimp my whole life and I just wanna be the crab king. It means a lot that you guys made me the crab king."

Is super hung over the next day as well as super sweaty and nervous about being around a bunch of people, but still tells the elves that there is a demonic plot

Saw that something was off with Fig and thought for a moment that she might have kissed someone, but ends up going with "Did you have... good crab?"

Discovered what his fate would have been if the group hadn't rescued him when Adaine scrys Killean

Vomited over seeing Kristen vomit

Didn't see Calina despite looking exactly where Kristen was and checked the grass with his magnifying glass to find that the grass wasn't bent or disturbed where Calina was supposed to have been standing

Gets super sweaty and unhelpful when trying to talk to the bartender

Had no idea when to stop trying to bribe the bartender and said that the money was so wet because he ate a lot of shrimp

Fabian

Got in a small argument with Adaine on rather or not it was okay to touch your dad's butt (he said it's fine)

Still has the sheet with him as well as the sword Faun-drang-goorh

Got drunk, excitedly said Riz was a shrimp and that Gorgug was a crab, said "I'm a little shrimp!" over and over while dancing, tried to explain everything that had happened to Fig (including that the hot tub upstairs was filled with shrimp), tried to comfort a crying Riz by telling him "The Ball, it's going to be alright. The shrimp will be fine.", and wrapped Riz in his sheet, looked him dead in the eyes (with one hand on either side of Riz while gripping the sheet), and told him "I believe in you. *licks lip* Spring break.", before giving Riz his first ever bardic inspiration

The next day, gave Nuathura a shrimp from his pocket

Rebbed engine of Hangman as Kristen tried to give an inspiring speech

Fig

When opening Hollyhill, said "What did I say? Has your girl ever not delivered?" followed by a resounding "Yes!" from the group

Found a ghost white mushroom with a black skull imprint on the top of it while looking for psychedelics and wanted to eat it

Hears whispering coming from the briar wall

"Sometimes one of the fun things about friendship is just being a chorus on nonsense together and you don't have to hear each other; it just feels really good to talk really loud."

Sees nonsense as a good way to escape when things get too heavy or dark

Talked down about her abilities, especially when compared to Ayda

The thorns don't try to attack her, so she used burning hands on the thorns and the vines sucked up the magic, moving it to the Shrine of Thorns and leaving behind a charred handprint

Didn't want Ayda to know she was a virgin

Cast greater invisibility on her and Ayda

Rolled bad on insight checks on Ayda (trackerbees take two! XD)

Is terrified of saying nice things to others and vomits a little in a bush before telling Ayda "I actually think you're perfect the way you are" before skateboarding away and down an 80 foot near vertical tree, coming out of invisibility so Ayda could see her trick.

Couldn't go anywhere on her skateboard in the ferns and dirt

Wrote up a "contract" after Ayda's confession that said if Ayda made fun of her for what she was about to say, she could give her a wet willy. Before Ayda could sign, she took Ayda by the chin, said "Just so you know, I've never done this as myself before', kissed her (as the fire on Ayda's head swelled out and she became uninvisible), and tried to skateboard away behind a tree, peaking out to see what Ayda thought of it.

Slinked out from behind the tree, apologizing and admitting all of it terrified her before Ayda asked for another kiss.

Admited she started the whole party so Ayda would stick around.

Made out with Ayda until a bit before dawn and tried very hard to get Ayda to stay

Gave Ayda the ear cuff from her left ear which has blood on it (Ayda replied that she will treasure it and can use it)

Went back to Hollyhill to find her drunk friends before locking herself in the room with the hot tub and was still kinda pruney the next day

Name drops Grover to the wood elves, explaining that he offered to let them stay there (to try and deescalate things with the rangers)

Shook hands with Nuathura the Fox

Was honest to the wood elves (that the group were going into the Nightmare Forest), resulting in the rangers pulling back their bowstrings (and her backtracking)

Random note: Try to contact your warlock patron Fig!!!

Burned 1 or 2 luck points to keep a perceptive Riz from finding out that she made out with Ayda

Found a charred handprint in the shrine of thorns and recognized it as the same one her magic left at the top of briars and that the vines took somewhere

Lied to Tracker and Kristen, saying she was up by the briars working on song

Used burning hands again, causing the fire to spread into a stretching oval shaped burning doorway

Was served a burning scroll by Vraz the Mean on behalf of the regnant of Sloth

Ayda

Was invited to the party (which the group decided to have immediately, starting at 1 or 2 in the morning)

Stood in a corner looking around awkwardly before/during the party before following Fig out

Thought nonsense was bad, but Fig showed her that it could also be good and made her willing to try it

To Fig about disguising herself "Uh... yeah. That's interesting. I... can't understand that because if I was you, I wouldn't want to be anyone else because you're... very exceptional."

On Fig saying that she was different than Ayda thought she was "Being mistaken about the nature of something and discovering its true nature is my favorite thing in the world to do."

Turned herself and Fig invisible (look like a translucent version of themselves, like a pale outline to each other) and flew to the briar wall to give Fig a closer look.

Lit with Fig in the low looped saddle of two treetrunks that were fused together right next to the briar wall

Ayda's flaming hair and wings still cast a dull glow on her surroundings, even while invisible

Complemented Fig on her magic

Analyzed the wall and saw it was a very powerful and old abjuration (keeping them out but also keeping other things in) keyed to powerful devils (arcons, princes, and monarchs) where even dimension door would cause all roads and pathways to lead them back out.

Thorns tried to attack her

Thinks that everything Fig has done has been cool

"We all have a nasty legacy, in one way or another."

Laughed with a squawk

Spent a lot of lifetimes building Compass Points Library

Is part phoenix, so when she dies, she comes back but with no memory from her previous incarcerations. She left extensive notes and instructions for herself. This incarnation is 17 years old, but an Ayda has been on Leviathan for a little over 150 years

On why she never just reinvents herself when she reincarnates "Every time I come back, I don't know anything and I guess I trust the versions of me that knew more? I don't have a lot of self confidence and I don't... want... to make mistakes."

Said she could die when she goes back to Leviathan attempting to shut down the library as it's a dangerous city.

"The future's never guaranteed. We don't have anything but today and even that might get cut short."

Said she had information for Fig, but would only share it if Fig signed a contract (on ancient wizard scroll held in a binder that turns into bright fire and whips up into her palm when signed) that stated that Fig wont make any inference based on the information or think anything judgemental or critical of her. The information is "At any waking moment outside of combat that you and I have been together, if you had tried to kiss me on the mouth, it would have been received favorably."

Said Fig's contract was less of a contract and more of a threat

After Fig ran to hide behind a tree, she asked if it's normal for people to run away after that (kissing)

Shed firy tears over Fig starting a party so she would stay, admitting parties frighten and terrify her, but she stuck around because Fig was there

"In this version of my life, this is the greatest moment of it."

Enthusiasticly initiated their 3rd kiss

Said the library meant a lot to many past hers (her current incarnation and 3 others)

Offered to research plane shift for Fig at no charge and said that people ask things of her, but even if she cared about them, they never cared about her (save Fig who does care which makes it different and that's exciting)

Pulled out a firy feather with a squawk and handed it to Fig (if Fig holds if aloft and says her name, she will know)

Said if anything happened to Fig in the nightmare forest, she would "... start over" because she would never be able to forgive herself

Said she would go back to Leviathan to research Plane Shift and would return after that, intending to shrink the library later

"Goodbye for now. By the nine winds and the seven stars and all the secret names of the earth and beyond, I shall see you again. This is my vow." (resulting in Fig replying "Fuck yeah [is/that's] my vow." and Ayda saying "God you're great and cool. Goodbye!")

Sandra Lynn

Was more affectionate with Gilear than she had been the rest of the trip

Left Hangman in charge while she slept in the van

Spoke to the wood elves and Nuathura on behalf of the teens (while they slept til 1pm)

Gilear

Was trying to move the van to get ready for the teleport to Leviathan early that morning. Had the van in neutral with the door open when he tried to let his feet skim over the morning dew on the grass. He had put his apple in his mouth to shift when his trousers caught in the axle of the wheel, tearing them and sucking him under the left wheel well (WHY DIDN'T VAN SAY ANYTHING to anyone!???)

Really had to pee even before he got stuck and only made it 10 minutes before he gave up

The apple was jammed into his mouth (and later covered in ants). He couldn't bite through it because it was pressed against the carriage of the van and he couldn't scream to loud because ants would get in his mouth

Overheard the dance and spent most of his day sweating and crying

Was found later that night, still caught in the front left wheel well, covered in rubber residue and oil, with a browing ant covered apple in his mouth

Didn't need medical attention, but admitted that he did piss himself while under there

Got a hug from Kristen, Gorgug took his apple and tossed it, and Fabian tried to be nice to him about Hallariel not noticing him missing until Gilear asked for an honest response, which he answered with "Of course not Gilear, don't be dumb!" to which Riz said "Guys, he's not dumb; he's just pathetic." (Also found out Hallariel ate all his yogurt)

Adaine mended one of the tears in his pants, but then said "I'm not gonna mend your piss pants, here's another pair." and gave him new ones from her jacket followed by a boot cut pair of pants, Chelsea boots, denim vest, chambray embroidered shirt, and a beret. The kids (including Fabian) approved of his new look. His favorite part of the outfit was the beret.

Said he preferred pants with very narrow ankles and a wide front and back carriage to the seat

Fig told him that she loved him and apologized for not realizing where he was

The teens gave him one hot tub to himself

Was given a massage by Sandra Lynn while laying on one of the day beds in one of the public rooms (when she told him that he needed to make it a part of his routine, he responded that he was extremely broke)

Slept in the van that night

Spoke to the wood elves and Nuathura on behalf of the teens (while they slept til 1pm)

Decided to make sandwiches for everyone for their trip and looked a little different than normal, stood up straighter, and was wearing his new outfit

Baxter

Sat on a branch on top of Hollyhill and slept outside

Grabbed Kristen and Tracker in his claws while Fig and Sandra Lynn road on his back to Shrine of Thorns

Van

Left inside fenced in area at Hollyhill (can't cast fly on him)

Hallow extends out 60 feet from him, so the kids camped outside on matresses from the house

Hangman

Was left in charge during the party, but told the kids "No rules."

In the middle of a dramatic speech defending Gorgug, the tinkerers jumped on him (to examine him with their artificers glasses), resulting in him very much wanting to run them over

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by Natalie Finn | Fri., May. 17, 2019 3:00 AM

When Keanu Reeves was asked the other night, "What do you think happens when we die?" interviewer Stephen Colbert probably wasn't expecting such a deep—or assured—answer from the movie star.

"I know that the ones that love us will miss us," the 54-year-old actor said sagely, rendering the Late Show host unusually speechless.

It was a sincere, thoughtful response—vintage Reeves, really—from someone who's had reason to think about such things.

"I haven't really thought about my career future, or what was going to happen, until really recently," he also told GQ in February. Asked why he started thinking about it, he replied, "Death!"

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The still eerily youthful-looking Reeves, who's back in theaters Friday in the third installment of the blockbuster John Wick franchise, has become a brand unto himself, the name "Keanu" signifying not just movie stardom but also a certain kind of performance and even a state of mind: chill, zen, blissfully checked out ("Sad Keanu" meme notwithstanding). His name—which has lent itself to a comedy about a cat and a recent hit song by Logic, and which of course a studio exec wanted him to change when he first came to Hollywood—does mean "cool breeze over the mountains" in Hawaiian, after all.

But still waters run deep, and despite being in the public eye for more than 30 years, he's one of the least-known people whose chiseled face you would recognize anywhere. Few play it as close to the vest as Reeves, who, though he does the occasional interview and shows up to fulfill his side of the bargain in promoting his films, does not talk about his personal life. And not in the way that most celebrities don't really talk about their personal lives.

As in, it's entirely unclear if he even has one, although—look at him—he must.

"I came to Hollywood to be in movies," Reeves told Parade recently. "I feel really grateful that I've had that opportunity, but I'm just a private person, and it's nice that can still exist."

He doesn't even publicize his charity work, but his causes include children's hospitals, fighting cancer, the arts and the environment.

"I always find it surreal that complete strangers come up and ask me personal questions," he told Parade back in 2008. "I don't mind speaking about work, but when the talk turns to 'Who are you?' and 'What do you do off-screen?' I'm like, 'Get out of here.' I've been in situations where people have felt they had a relationship with me or something and I didn't even know who they were."

Not that Reeves is an anti-star. He lives in the hills above West Hollywood, spent plenty of time enjoying the local nightlife in his youth and has starred in countless quotable action movies—and gets paid handsomely for them, enough so that he can take off and do passion projects like his first (and only, to date) directorial effort, 2013's The Man of Tai Chi, or show up unheralded on a Swedish sitcom (Swedish Dicks, now on Pop) or in any indie film he so desires, like the recent Destination Wedding, an acerbic comedy that reteamed him with Bram Stoker's Dracula co-star Winona Ryder.

He's perfectly congenial yet usually looks somewhat serious, but not because he's taking himself seriously—more as if he wants to answer even the most lighthearted of questions with respectful gravity. But hey, as Stephen Colbert just found out, if you ask Reeves a potentially loaded question, prepare to get an answer.

Asked by Parade in 2008 if he believed in aliens, because he was playing the alien Klaatu in a remake of The Day the Earth Stood Still, he replied, "Some days I do. Some days I don't. There's so much unexplained and unexplainable phenomena that's presented to us. But beyond that, the cosmos is so vast. We can't be the only sentient entity. It might not look like us, but it's going to be out there."

His signature Keanu cadence used to be mistaken for a sign of vacuity, but Reeves attributed however he came off in interviews to his overall discomfort with talking about himself.

"I've never played stupid to keep someone distant," he told Vanity Fair in 1995. "I don't play stupid. Either it's been a failure on my part to articulate, or my naivete, or ingenuousness, or sometimes it's the nature of the form... And you know, I find myself more able to give an explanation of a project five years later than in the middle of it. It's so present-tense! I can tell you how I feel, but its context is harder to explain... Sometimes when I'm interviewed I'm not ready to do that. So you say...'excellent!' And you know what, man? It's OK."

It certainly was.

Ted Theodore Logan, Johnny Utah, Jack Travern, Neo, John Wick: all characters that had to be played by Reeves. He's done everything from Shakespeare to sports flicks to A Scanner Darkly, and soon you'll be hearing his voice as Duke Caboom, a motorcycle-riding stuntman with a wistful backstory, in Toy Story 4, which will probably sneak in to top The Matrix Reloaded, which made $742 million worldwide, as his single highest-grossing movie.

"So I made Duke a little more gravelly but still tried to give him energy and a big personality," Reeves shared with Entertainment Weekly in March. "I just thought that Duke should love what he does. He's the greatest stuntman in Canada! I wanted him to be constantly doing poses on the bike while he was talking, to have this great extroverted passion."

He turned down Speed 2 to play Hamlet onstage in Canada. He was one of the first big stars who memorably jammed on the side with his own band, Dogstar, in the '90s and now he co-owns a custom bike shop called ARCH Motorcycle in Hawthorne, Calif, because he loves motorcycles as much as you think he does.

"Riding can be a place to think and feel. It's a way to work things out," he recently told Parade, noting that inclement weather doesn't stop him. "I like riding in the rain. It's a little more sketchy." He rides mainly alone, but he and the ARCH crew cruise Pacific Coast Highway on Sunday mornings.

And if motorcycles provide one soul-soothing salve for Reeves, acting provides another.

"In acting, you're constantly discovering new feelings and thoughts and exposing yourself to them," he told Parade in 2008. "I guess it could be considered psycho-therapy. All I know is that, as an actor, I can tell you a story that you'll listen to. Maybe it won't just entertain you, it might also teach you something. I think film has the power to change your life if you want to let it.

Combine his real-life inscrutability with his is-it-genius-or-does-he-just-do-the-same-thing-every-time approach to acting, and he's become more myth than man—and that, too, is a huge part of his appeal. He's just so Keanu.

"I don't own a computer and I don't e-mail," he said in the 2008

Parade

interview. "I'm fascinated by people who freak out when they don't get an instant response to an e-mail. It's like they expect as soon as they send an email to get the answer back and if they don't it's like awful. I just hope people won't totally lose the ability to write letters because it's a good way to communicate."

He preferred typewriters, Reeves said—and we can only hope he and Toy Story star Tom Hanks had a chance to talk about typewriters together.

"I only have good things to say about him," Swedish Dicks star Peter Stormare, who met Reeves doing Constantine in 2005, which led to the actor's role on his show, told GQ. "Once a year, we'll have a beer together and talk about life and things. He's very private. He leads his life the way he wants to lead it. And I guess it can be lonely sometimes. But I think he's just like me. There's a comfort in being alone sometimes, especially when you're working on something."

"We bonded over motorcycles, bass guitar, and Harold Pinter," Alex Winter, the Bill to his Ted, also told the magazine. "Reeves had a really good book collection."

Reeves was born in Beirut, to a Hawaiian father and English mother, but they divorced when he was about 2. Mom Patricia remarried in the US., but after that didn't work out she settled with a 7-year-old Keanu and his younger sister, Kim, who was born in Australia, in Toronto. Reeves reportedly hasn't spoken to his dad since he was 13.

"We were latchkey kids," he told Esquire in 2017. "It was basically 'leave the house in the morning and come back at night'. It was cool." But, he told Parade, "Even for a runaway English girl, my mother gave us a proper upbringing. We learned manners, respect for our elders, formal table settings. I also learned a nonprejudicial, nonjudgmental acceptance of other people."

His favorite part of school was doing plays and studying Shakespeare in English class, so he dropped out at 17 to try his hand at acting.

"My attendance record was very bad. I was lazy," Reeves told Vanity Fair. "I knew I wanted to act when I was halfway through grade 11, I guess, and school wasn't important."

His first acting job came on the Canadian series Hangin' In in 1984. Then he moved to Los Angeles and made his big-screen debut in the Rob Lowe-starring drama Youngblood in 1986. Later that year he won his first major role in the gritty teen crime drama River's Edge, which went on to win Best Feature at the Independent Spirit Awards.

So it was off to the races for Reeves, who in the next five years made a wildly diverse array of movies, including the very-'80s comedy The Night Before, Dangerous Liaisons, Bill & Ted's Excellent Adventure (and its sequel, Bogus Journey), Parenthood, Point Break and My Own Private Idaho.

He was very much living the fast Hollywood life, and it wasn't all charmed.

In 1993, River Phoenix died of an accidental drug overdose—another painful thing Reeves didn't want to talk about, but he spoke fondly of his friend and My Own Private Idaho co-star.

"I enjoyed his company. Very much," Reeves told Rolling Stone in 2000. "And enjoyed his mind and his spirit and his soul. We brought good out in each other. He was a real original thinker. He was not the status quo. In anything."

As for Phoenix's death, "It's something he thinks about all the time, something he never really talks about," a friend told People. "Friends know not to go there with him."

In 1994 his estranged father, Samuel, was sentenced to 10 years in prison for drug possession in Hawaii, but was released in two. "Jesus, man. No, the story with me and my dad's pretty heavy. It's full of pain and woe and fucking loss and all that s--t," he told RS around that time. In 1995, he told Vanity Fair, when asked why he didn't want to know more about his dad's case, "Why would I want to find out what I didn't know?" He called the situation "pretty incredible," and that was that.

Reeves has a massive scar on his abdomen from when he suffered a rupture spleen in a motorcycle crash while riding in L.A.'s Topanga Canyon in 1988. He went into a hairpin turn going about 50 mph.

"I call that a demon ride," he reflected to Rolling Stone. "That's when things are going badly. But there's other times when you go fast, or too fast, out of exhilaration...I remember saying in my head, 'I'm going to die.'"

"I remember calling out for help," he continued. "And someone answering out of the darkness, and then the flashing lights of an ambulance coming down. This was after a truck ran over my helmet. I took it off because I couldn't breathe, and a truck came down. I got out of the way, and it ran over my helmet."

Also while his star was on the rise, his sister Kim battled cancer for years starting in the late '80s. "He helped me through," she told Vanity Fair about her brother. "When the pain got bad, he used to hold my hand and keep the bad man from making me dance. He was there all the time, even when he was away."

Actor and Dogstar bandmate Roger Mailhouse told Rolling Stone about Reeves in 2000, "He's a really giving person. He'd give you his last shoe. Really smart, too. He's incredibly booksmart. He's a really interesting person who doesn't talk a lot of s--t."

Asked how his friend had changed over the past decade, i.e. the '90s, Mailhouse said, "I don't worry about him as much. I used to worry about him. Because I think of him as one of my best friends in the world, was he going to crash his motorcycle, or this or that. We did some wild things. I guess it's just growing up. I don't know—maybe it had something to do with River Phoenix, maybe. Losing someone close to him. But now I'm just proud of him. He's getting to do it the right way."

For years you'd be much more likely to see Kim or Patricia on Reeves' arm at a premiere or other big event—such as when he got a star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame in 2005—than any girlfriend, and the actor hasn't been publicly involved with anyone for years.

Not that he hasn't been linked to a bevy of his co-stars, including Sandra Bullock and Charlize Theron, but if he's in a serious relationship, it's not with a celebrity.

On The Tonight Show Starring Jimmy Fallon in 2013 he was wearing what anyone would take for a wedding band on his left ring finger, but no revelations ever sprang from that accessory choice.

When Parade asked recently if he remained a bachelor, Reeves replied (squirming a bit, according to the magazine), "Well, I'm not married."

Through the interviews he's given over the years, a theme running through them is the visible discomfort he starts to evince when the conversation veers toward the too-personal. And some topics are just off-limits altogether.

Reeves started dating actress Jennifer Syme after meeting her at a party in 1998 and they were expecting a baby together—but the child, a girl they named Ava, was stillborn at 8 months. They laid her to rest in January 2000, according to People, and broke up weeks later.

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They remained close up until Syme, who suffered from severe postpartum depression, died in 2001 when she crashed her Jeep Cherokee into several parked cars on a L.A. street and was thrown from the vehicle. In 2002, her mother, Maria St. John, sued Marilyn Manson, who had thrown a party that Syme attended that night, for wrongful death, alleging he had given Syme the cocaine that an autopsy found in her system.

"After Jennifer was sent home safely with a designated driver, she later got behind the wheel of her own car for reasons known only to her," Manson, who knew Syme through filmmaker David Lynch and had worked with her on Lost Highway, said in a statement.

The rocker continued, "This lawsuit, which is completely without merit, will not bring back Jennifer's life. It serves only to reopen the wounds and the pain felt by all who loved Jennifer. It is a pity that St. John sullies her own daughter's reputation by filing this baseless claim."

They reportedly reached a settlement out of court, but Manson maintained he had nothing to do with Syme taking drugs that night.

Reeves has never spoken publicly about his relationship with Syme, which certainly fits right into how he was before, let alone since. But he grieved. And he eventually had something to say about that.

"I think, after loss, life requires an act of reclaiming," he told Parade in 2006. "You have to reject being overwhelmed. Life has to go on."

The actor continued, "Grief changes shape, but it never ends. People have a misconception that you can deal with it and say, 'It's gone, and I'm better.' They're wrong. When the people you love are gone, you're alone. I miss being a part of their lives and them being part of mine. I wonder what the present would be like if they were here—what we might have done together. I miss all the great things that will never be."

So he knew exactly what he was talking about when he told Colbert, "I know that the ones that love us will miss us."

Calling it "unfair" and "absurd," Reeves told

Parade

, "All you can do is hope that grief will be transformed and, instead of feeling pain and confusion, you will be together again in memory, that there will be solace and pleasure there, not just loss."

"Much of my appreciation of life has come through loss," he concluded. "Life is precious. It's worthwhile."

He said at the time that he would like to have a family, and reiterated the sentiment a couple years later, but Reeves told Esquire in 2017 with regards to "settling down": "I'm too… it's too late. It's over." Asked to clarify, he added, "I'm 52. I'm not going to have any kids."

Famous last words from a litany of 50-something men, and he was reminded of that. Reeves just said, "That's a whole other… But no. I'm glad to still be here."

"I'm every cliché," he continued. "F--king mortality. Ageing. I'm just starting to get better at it. Just the amount of stuff you have to do before you're dead. I'm all of the clichés, and it's embarrassing. It's all of them. It's just, 'Oh my God. OK. Where did the time go? How come things are changing? How much time do I have left? What didn't I do?' I'm trying to think of the line from the sonnet… 'And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er / The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan / Which I new pay as if not paid before.'"

"So, yeah," he added, reportedly with a smile. "I'm that guy."

In turn, Reeves can't help but come off as the solitary figure he so often plays in his films, from Constantine to The Matrix to John Wick. Heck, even Duke Caboom sounds a little melancholy.

At the same time, you're just as likely to see him in a romantic tear-jerker or a quirky comedy as a shoot-em-up. He's played heroes and hustlers, sweethearts and cruel villains, teachers and slackers, doctors and lawyers.

"For me, it's just continuing to be able to work with great artists and tell stories that people enjoy," Reeves told Parade. "I was always hoping, even when I was young, that I could do different things," he says. "I'm really grateful for that. I'm

Though he had no idea John Wick would be such a hit, Reeves was in top form in the 2014 action extravaganza as a retired hit man who goes on a revenge spree after gangsters kill the beloved dog that was a gift from his late wife.

It made almost $89 million on a reported $20 million budget. Sequel time!

"You hope and you dream but the reality is even sweeter," he told E! News in 2017 about the first film's surprise success when he was promoting John Wick: Chapter 2. "It's great to be involved in a project that has so much affection."

Chapter 2 made $172 million worldwide.

Now back for John Wick: Chapter 3—Parabellum, Reeves has revealed that he started training heavily about three months before filming began to get back into dynamo shape, and he still goes whole-hog (or horse, in this movie's case) in the action sequences, right up until a car runs into him.

"I'll do some fight scenes and then John Wick will get hit by a car," Reeves explained to Colbert on The Late Show, "and that's Jackson Spidell, who's an amazing stuntman." Spidell has been Reeves' stunt double in all the John Wick movies. "He gets hit by the car, then I'll get up from the car, then I'll do a whole bunch more of, like, gun-fu and whatever, jujitsu, judo—and then, if I get thrown off something, Jackson does his thing."

Even more exciting for some fans, however, depending on whether you like your Keanu dark or more dude-like, is the news that he and Alex Winter are finally set to start shooting Bill & Ted Face the Music, the much-discussed follow-up to 1989's Bill & Ted's Excellent Adventure and sequel Bill & Ted's Bogus Journey, which came out in 1991. The years-in-the-making comedy is tentatively due out in 2020.

And so on his latest press tour, Keanu Reeves left his usual trail of breadcrumbs. They may not lead you straight to his door, but they'll definitely keep you on the path.

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[Fic] “Frog Hunt” -- Homestuck

Summary: SBURB is not turning out anything like you'd hoped, and your game session may be broken. Which is a problem, because you can't go back to Earth -- last you checked, it's busy being an apocalyptic wasteland -- and judging by your most recent dreams, the rest of the Medium beyond your little Incipisphere is an equally apocalyptic wasteland of ghosts and horrorterrors. The only way out is through. You have to win the game.

Winning SBURB requires frogs.

Note: I started this fic way back in 2012, hit Jade's horrorterror dreams, and had no idea where to go from there. Last week it occurred to me that actually the horrorterror dreams made a perfectly reasonable ending, provided I filled in a missing middle scene, established an emotional/thematic through-line, and tweaked stuff until the new parts played nice with the old ones. So I did. :) [2,325 words]

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SBURB is not turning out anything like you'd hoped. You wanted to see your friends in person, go on cool adventures, and save the world. You guess technically the cool adventure part is happening? But it turns out that being in the middle of an adventure is mostly very upsetting and dangerous.

Also your game session may be broken. Which is a problem, because you can't go back to Earth -- last you checked, it's busy being an apocalyptic wasteland -- and judging by your most recent dreams, the rest of the Medium beyond your little Incipisphere is an equally apocalyptic wasteland of ghosts and horrorterrors. The only way out is through. You have to win the game.

Winning SBURB requires frogs.

You have a lot of pointed questions to ask whoever designed the symbolism behind this process.

You also have no idea what you're doing. Zoology is not your thing! Botany and rocket science are your things!

But you've done crazier things in the name of friendship than breed magic universe-creating frogs. And this time you'll have Dave by your side, even if all he can help you can do is win the Olympic gold medal for synchronized flipping out, which might as well be a thing now since Earth is gone and if anyone ever reestablishes the Olympics it will be you and you can stick in any sports you feel like.

That analogy may have gotten away from you a little. You decide to preemptively consider it Dave's fault, and send him another message asking for an ETA.

"Kanaya says we won't have enough time to collect all the frogs, let alone raise them and do the breeding and mutation stuff. Not even if we yank Rose and John into the project, and especially not with just you and me," you tell him when he shows up in person, popping out of nowhere with two discs floating at his side. They look a little like Grandpa's old vinyl records, but with red gears turning underneath them. "Not that you aren't helpful! But there's only so many seconds until disaster."

Dave arches the backs of his hands, fingertips still ghosting over the ridges of his floating record thingies. "Harley, c'mon, work with me here. What's my aspect?"

You blink. Oh. Time travel, durr. Okay, possibly your flipping out was a little premature. "Whoops, forgot that! Potentially infinite seconds, yay recycling. So how are we doing this?"

Dave shrugs, letting the records vanish back into his sylladex. "We have limited absolute time, basically from when I got your house up to reasonable height to, let's say, an hour before whatever runs us off the rails goes critical. So we have to maximize our use of space -- duplicate this ectobiowhatthefuck setup and run an assload of slime zapper tadpole tanks at once. I'm thinking one on each of the top ten floors of your house. We'll do one floor on each master loop so we don't keep running into each other. Mark the space and time coordinates for each croaker we target, then head out to poke them or whatever literally the second after we zap them, take notes on any other frogs that look useful, and move down a floor and back in time to start again."

"What about breeding?" you ask.

You think Dave frowns. It's hard to read his expression behind his shades, but he doesn't guard his posture as much as his face. "Whoops, forgot that. Uh, let's say every third floor and third loop is for breeding and mutation games. Shouldn't be too hard, especially if we whip up a regular appearifier. They don't have these bullshit temporal lock restrictions."

"Sounds like a plan," you say. "Let's get everything set up and start breeding!"

Dave's discombobulated expression is so faint and brief that if you'd blinked, you would have missed it. Hmmm, you think to yourself. Maybe...? But no, you probably just reminded him of something one of the trolls said. They can be so bizarre sometimes.

"Time to rock and roll," Dave says, and you shake off your daydream and get to work.

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It turns out that ectobiology is actually very simple! You don't need to know genetics or metaphysical zoology, which you were a little worried about. You just need to zap frogs and run their ghost slime through the game-provided machines until you hit a gene combination that pings a little automated reward mechanism. Scanning for useful frogs is a little trickier, since you get the reward ping for any potentially useful gene sequence even if it's one you already have on file -- you have to weed out the duplicates manually, which is time-consuming and a total pain.

Creating hundreds of potential paradoxes to make sure the appearifier grabs slime instead of actual frogs is also time-consuming and a total pain.

It would be simplest to just shoot the frogs, but first of all, that's mean, and second of all, it would probably screw up LOFAF's ecology to storm around wiping out its native fauna less than an hour after thawing them out in the first place. If you had a dart gun you could trust not to mangle the frogs on impact, maybe you could stun them for a few minutes. Unfortunately, all of Grandpa's guns (and by extension, all of your guns) are designed to shoot projectiles straight through solid objects and totally fuck up their day. Which means that instead of perching in a tree like a cool and sexy sniper, you are galumphing around on the ground, hot and sticky and covered in a gross combination of mud and panicked frog secretions. Ugh.

"I look like a swamp zombie, don't I?" you say before you can think better of the words.

"Yeah, but in a cute monster-girl way," Dave says. "I'm just a scarecrow that got left out in the rain and turned into a mold sculpture."

You look over at him just as a clump of mud and moss slides down the left lens of his shades. "Um. No comment." You are determinedly not noticing that he said you're cute. Nope. Completely thought-free zone over here, nothing but genetics and logistics, which everyone knows require no brain power at all.

Dave shakes his head in faux solemnity. "Tragic. Faced with the death and destruction of my awesome good looks and you can't even dredge up a "That's sad"? I am betrayed. I am devastated. I am--"

"--still cute underneath the glop, stop fishing for compliments," you interrupt, and are furiously grateful for the mud hiding your blush. Stupid Dave and his stupid... everything. Why do you even like him? He's such a butt.

Of course, all your friends are kind of jerks. Possibly there's something miscalibrated about your friend-finding radar. Or possibly you're also a jerk? Hmm. That's something to ask Rose about, whenever you finally get to see in her person.

You will get to see her in person. You refuse to acknowledge any other possibility.

"Ouch," Dave says, but the corner of his mouth quirks up just a degree. "Damned by faint praise. I guess I'd better step up my frog-napping skills, can't let my dashing good looks outweigh my knightly swag. Speaking of which, have we been standing still long enough for that little orange fucker to stick his head out?"

You glance around, then down, then up. There's a tiny flash of color just over-- you shift slightly-- yep, right there on the tree by Dave's shoulder. "Um. Yeah. Just... keep standing still. Really still."

"Making like a tree, yes ma'am Sergeant Harley ma'am," Dave says as you inch slowly toward him through the muck between the tree roots. "It's right behind me, isn't it? Getting all ready for a jump scare, gonna leap out and poison me to death with its slimy frog toes, alas, Horatio, here dies a fellow of infinite memes, taken from us too--"

You lunge.

You catch the frog.

You also knock yourself and Dave flat into the muck. His shades knock into your forehead. Your own glasses skew against his nose. Your left knee is jammed between his shins and his belt buckle is digging into your stomach.

Your mouth is right up against his chin. If you moved just an inch or two...

"Ooh, Miz Harley," Dave says, somewhat breathless.

"Oh, shut up," you say, and shove the frog into your sylladex as you scramble back to your feet. "Look who's talking, Mister Swamp Thing."

Then you bend down to yank Dave up, too, because fair is fair.

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By the fourth loop you're ready to drop from exhaustion and the weird, indefinable tension of actually being around one of your friends in person instead of getting to mediate your interactions through computers. "I don't care how tight the schedule is. I'm starting to see double and I'm taking a goddamn nap," you tell Dave as you drop to the floor and lean back against the wall. You lay your rifle across your lap and keep your hands carefully away from the trigger. You know your temper sharpens when you're tired, and Grandpa taught you never to take chances with guns.

Dave frowns, and you know he's tired too because this time you can see his mouth curve downward to match the annoyed set of his shoulders and the fuck-you shove of his hands into his pockets. "The more loops we run, the harder it is to keep shit from falling apart," he says. "You that eager to trip into a doomed timeline? I can go back and hit reset anytime, easy as cake and pie and banana splits, but every screwup costs one dead Dave and one Jade abandoned in a dead-end universe. I don't even know if that you would get erased or keep on living until you go shithive maggots."

He's been talking to the trolls too, you remember, especially the teal one who uses l33tsp34k. He says her name is Terezi. She's been running time loops with him too. He likes her a lot.

You are not jealous. That would be stupid. You are not stupid; therefore you are not jealous. QED.

"The more tired we are, the harder it is to keep from screwing up," you say. "We're creating a whole new universe and we'll have to live there after we win the game. It's kind of important, Dave!"

Dave presses his back against the wall and slides down to join you on the hard tile floor. "We're not gonna win the game, you know. There is literally no way to do that. The game was borked from before the word go was a twinkle in its druggie teen mom's eye."

"Maybe this session's broken," you agree. "But that doesn't mean we can't find a way to cheat, and even if we lose, I'd rather lose trying my hardest instead of half-assing shit because I was so tired I fell asleep while operating complicated machines."

Dave sighs. "Yeah, okay. Naptime. But not here. This is a work floor; we've gotta keep it clear for work loops. We'll go crash further down." He taps your shoe with his own. "Up and at 'em, Harley, let's go hit that transportalizer."

You groan and haul yourself to your feet.

The obvious place for a nap would be your bedroom, but then where would you sleep on the next loop? Anyway, you only have one bed and it'd feel... presumptuous? pushy? maybe just go with awkward. Yeah. It would be awkward to share it with Dave, especially without John and Rose there as well to clarify that it's strictly a friend thing.

So you alchemize an armful of blankets and pillows and make a little nest in one of the hundreds of blank, identical stories Dave copied from the real-world part of your house. It's still a little weird sharing the space -- Dave is so close you can feel him breathe, every exhale stirring stray wisps of hair over your ears -- but you think you could get used to this.

You think maybe you want to get used to this.

"Sweet dreams, Jade," Dave mutters as he flops over onto his side, one hand curled loosely around the hilt of his sword.

"You too," you tell him, before you remember he's just going to wake up on Derse as his dreamself, still stuck in this stupid, lying, Möbius tangle of a game. And you're going back to those weird bubbles in the monster-filled void. Neither of you can get free until you finish Frankensteining your magic frog and beat an unwinnable game.

"Heroes always beat million to one odds in stories," you say to nobody in particular. "Why not us?"

Dave mumbles something unintelligible in response, already mostly asleep.

You wiggle sideways until your shoulder brushes up against his, so the warmth of his body radiates through the thin blanket onto you and your warmth feeds back into him. He's alive. You're both alive. Somewhere else in the Incipisphere, John and Rose are (you hope) also still alive.

You would do anything to make sure your friends make it out of SBURB, to a new world safe from meteors and monsters and predestination. Anything.

You dream of bloody, mangled ghosts, groping desperately toward you for salvation while you stand frozen under the horrorterrors' incomprehensible regard.

In the dream, you imagine yourself reaching for Dave's hand. You imagine him weaving his fingers between yours. You imagine Rose and John standing beside you. You imagine all four of you stepping through a door into a new universe.

If you imagine something with all your heart, that makes it a tiny bit less fake, and being less fake means it's at least a little bit real.

The pressure of the horrorterrors' attention attenuates, just that vital fraction.

You turn away from the ghosts and think of frogs.

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End of Fic

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If anyone has constructive commentary, I am all ears! Also I am going to bed soon, because being awake is overrated and also I took a Benadryl in order to eat a BLT for dinner, so, you know, probably better to lie down than to slowly drift off in front of my computer. *wry*

#liz writes stuff #homestuck #jade harley #dave strider #generalized content warning #to about the same level as canon anyway #does homestuck count as its own warning by now?

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winterridinghood · 6 years

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Strangers and Coffee (Part 2/3)

Pairing: Tom Holland x Female OC

Word Count: 2,060

Warning: Slight slight angst, First-Degree Burn

Note: This is for @starksparker 4K writing challenge.

Summary: When an frustrated girl with reading glasses causes an accident and gets burn, she ends up meeting a not-so-stranger stranger.

Part 1: http://winterridinghood.tumblr.com/post/174087869117/strangers-and-coffee-part-13

Part 3: http://winterridinghood.tumblr.com/post/174265652003/strangers-and-coffee-33

“Ahhh!” I yelped jumping up from my chair.

“Oh no,” the boy said, quickly standing next to me, “I’m so sorry.” He had an accent, British I think, or possibly even Australian, but that was in the back of my mind. Right now, all I was think was ‘Oh my gosh! This drink was hot!

An employee was at my side before I could register that there were other people around. “Are you alright?” They asked. I wanted to yell “What do you think?” But I did the opposite.

“I, um, I think so.” I couldn’t stop looking at my arm. It was pink and starting to hurt.

“Here let’s take you to the back and see what we can do.” The employee was leading me to the back, but I stopped them.

“Wait,” I took a step back, “I have to get my stuff. My computer’s out and-"

"I’ll take it to you.” The Foreign boy said.

I turned to him and all I could see was a fuzzy person that was wearing, what looked to be, a blue sweatshirt. I still had my glasses on and the guy was by the table where all my stuff was. I don’t know which was worse, having all my possessions out in the open in a shop full of people and me not being around them or knowingly have a stranger put all my stuff in my backpack and trust that he will bring it to me.

The guy must have noticed my silence, “Let me help, it’s the least I can do."

"Um, miss,” the employee said, “we really need to start looking at your arm."

I gulped, not wanting to have my arm be any worse of condition, I said, "Okay,” nodding to the guy and walk behind the counter to the back of the store. The back of the store felt automatically cooler. Probably to keep all their ingredients fresh or something.

The employer stopped by the sink and asked to look at the arm. He examined it for a minute before he sighed in relief. “Oh, thank God!"

"What’s up?” I asked, looking between him and my arm.

He had the smallest of smiles on his face, “Your skin is only red and slightly swollen, and there’s no blistering appearing. That mean it’s only a first degree.” I nodded. “We have to put it under cool water from a few minutes right now, or it will get worse.” I nodded again. “I need your permission to do that."

"Oh, Okay.” I nodded once more, probably more than I needed to. “You have my permission to,” I paused, “do what you gotta do."

The employee huffed a laugh and nodded as he turned on the water from the sink and put his hand under the water. It was that time that the Foreign Boy came in to the back with my backpack in hand. He found us immediately and jogged towards us, passing by another employee who seemed in awe that two costumers were in the back of the shop.

"Hey, are you alright? 'Course you’re not. Don’t know why I asked that.” He stumbled over his words a little. It made me crack a smile. He tried again, “How are you feeling?"

I shrugged, "Alright, I guess.” The employer cleared his throat and looked back and forth between me and the Foreign guy.

“You ready?” He asked.

I took a breath, “As I’ll ever be.” I gave him my arm as he checked the water once more time.

“Does it hurt?” the Foreigner asked.

I tilted my head on one side, “Not as much as I th-HAAAAA-HAA!” I huffed out as the employer put my arm under the water.

“Hey!” Called out the Foreigner.

“Sorry,” said the employer, “It’s still somewhat fresh so it was gonna hurt a little, but the worse of it is over. I’m Zach by the way."

I sucked in a breath, "Nellie,” I turned to acknowledge Zach, because my hand-shanking-arm is currently under a faucet, but he was shaking hands with the guy, who introduced himself as Tom. I looked at my arm again. About three inched of my forearm was red.

“Okay, miss, you’re gonna have to be under there for about 20 minutes. I’m not a doctor, but this is our number one thing we learned when we start training here. The manager is out for the day, so if you need anything, just call for me. I have to write this down to give to her, our manager, I mean.” I tried to turn around without leaving my arm from where I was, but it was very difficult. When he was finished talking, my head was turned at an angle that I could see a fuzzy person speak, but it wouldn’t have been better with my glasses off. So, I just called out an okay and turned back to my arm.

I sighed and scratched my forehead with my free hand. Well isn’t this just lovely. I thought sarcastically.

Foreign Guy walked around me so now he was facing a few feet in front of me. “I am so sorry,” he said looking from my arm to me, “I should’ve watched where I was going. I was so in thought that I wasn’t paying attention. I’m really sorry."

I shook my head, "Don’t be sorry, man.” I adjusted my glasses but figured I didn’t need them for the time being. I began to take the off, and now I’m glad I did. With my free hand, I took my glasses off. “If anything, it’s my fault. I shouldn’t have freaked out like I did.” I tucked the arm of my glasses in my shirt and let it hang there. “I shouldn’t have gotten frustrated over a-a-a, a um,"

It suddenly felt like my mouth was dry. As stated before, I’m a person of the internet. This means I know what memes are, and I know what fandoms I’m in, as well as which Hogwarts House fits me best. But no matter what you read on the internet, it will never prepare you for actually meeting someone that said memes or fandoms are about. The first thing I realized was that they guy in front of me was British. The second: Tom Holland was three feet away from me. The Foreign Guy who I accidently made spill coffee on my arm was right in front of me. I swore, which made me cover my mouth with my right hand, which is supposed to be underwater. I gasped softly as I put my arm back under the faucet.

There was silence between us. I was embarrassed and I didn’t know what Tom feeling. Does he get this often? It felt weird just to think of him as Tom. Should I say Mr. Holland? No. This isn’t one of my high school classes. Damn! He might think I’m some crazy fangirl or something. I have to stay cool and calm.

I made myself focus on the red mark on the arm. "My computer,” I said before I cleared my throat.

“I’m sorry?” He asked. I couldn’t see his face, but I bet it was weary.

I took a deep breath, “I got frustrated over my computer, laptop, or whatever. Um,” I let out a nervous chuckle. I should have left my glasses on.

“Really? What has your laptop done to you?” He asked curiously.

My first thought was what I ended up saying out loud. “What hasn’t my laptop done to me? That’s the real question.” Not the worst thing that could have come out of my mouth, but also not the best. Though hearing a chuckle made me feel more relaxed. Maybe a little too much because I let out an explanation of my computer shutting off and a little about my final project. I mainly kept my eyes on my arm, thinking that if I were to look at Tom Hollands face, I would start stammering again.

“Wait,” he said after I finished with my explanation, “That’s mean you had your laptop on for 30 minutes, but you weren’t doing anything?”

I fought back the need to roll my eyes, “Yes, thank you for the reminder."

He apologized again, "That came out harsh. What I meant was, why do you have the timer on for so long?"

That wasn’t the question I was expecting. I shifted the weight of my legs, "Well, I’m usually doing school work 'til late at night. I start right when I get home, I take a break for dinner, then I go right back before it shuts itself down."

I risked myself a glance at him. He looked confused, ”'School?’ I thought you said you had a profess- ohhhh. I forgot. 'School’ and 'Uni’ are the same in the States.“ He nodded to himself

I chuckled and nodded with him, "Yup. Anywhere with a person teaching something to someone, it’s basically a school.”

“Interesting.” Silence again, for a minute at least, “Can I ask you something?” He sounded cautious.

I replied with the same amount of cautiousness that he had, “Go for it."

He paused, as if he was choosing his words carefully, "You know how I am, don’t you?” He said it like he would be disappointed if I said yes.

“Yeah, I know you,” it came out quieter than I intended too.

He sighed and nodded, “Can I ask why you didn’t act like you did until a few minutes ago? I’m genuinely curious. Unless you didn’t notice until now because you were in pain then and aren’t now. If that, then I complete understand. That sounded weird."

I chuckled at his words. "No, that’s almost right. I just couldn’t really see you with my glasses on.” I was about to adjust the glasses on my head, but when I remember that nothing was there I rolled my eyes and pointed to my shirt. I studied Tom’s face for a second. I found a need to explain myself again, “These glasses are only for reading or computer work. Can’t really see anything more than two feet away from me."

I took off my glasses off from shirt and put them on with one hand. I was harder than I thought, being right handed and having to unfold the arms with my mouth.

I put them on and I held out my arm free arm in front of me. "Everything past my hand just gets fuzzier and fuzzier,” I dropped the arm. “You look like a guy. I see your features and what-not, but I can’t tell any real details.” I took off my glasses and put them back on my shirt, blinking rapidly at the sudden change of my sight quality.

“Yup,” I groaned, “Now you look like 4K Ultra HD."

This made him laughed, "That clears a lot of things up."

"I’m glad.” I just made Tom Holland laugh. My life is complete.

“Can I ask you one more thing?” He took a step closer.

I leaned on the counter, “Ask away. It’s not like I’m going somewhere."

"Right,” He leaned on the counter, “Do you, do you think that,” he paused, “Do you think that if you knew who before you took off your glasses, you would have let me take your stuff to you? If that makes sense. I don’t think it did."

It was my turn to laugh, "You have a thing where you answer your own questions. Did you know that?"

He shrugged, "I’ve may have noticed from time to time.” When I didn’t say anything, he asked again.

I smirked, “No offense Holland, I would have second guessed myself on leaving my stuff with any stranger. Even if it was Beyoncé or someone like that."

"Beyoncé, really?” He mused.

I thought for a moment. “Honestly, with Beyoncé, I think it’s more on the fact that I am not worthy for my stuff to be held by her hands. Which reminders me, you can put my backpack down now."

"Right,” he said and he gently leaned my backpack against the cabinets on the floor. “No one is worthy for Beyoncé.” Tom said in thought. I agreed.

He then quickly snapped back up, making me raise my eyebrow by his sudden movement. “You alright?” I asked.

“You called me 'Holland’."

#kavys4kwc #writing challenge #peter parker #peter parker x reader #tom holland #tom holland x reader #marvel #marvel imagine #fanfiction #tom holland imagine #coffee shop au #coffee #spiderman #spider-man: homecoming #spider-man #tom holland au #my writing #writing

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megalodun · 7 years

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Sunshine, Coffee, and Eyes

Josh Dun / Reader

Hi. This is my first imagine / fic on this blog, so take it easy 😚. Also, feel free to request any time. (Also, this was made on mobile, so apologies for any spelling/alignment errors. I suck at proofreading.

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Pairing/s: Josh Dun, Reader

Trigger warnings: Emptiness?? Aside from that, none.

Smut: No. This one’s mostly cutes-y

y/n = your name

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Dull.

It was all you ever saw. When you woke up in the morning, the sun never shined – in your perspective. Everything was in blues, in greys, in whites – it was cold. This day was no different.

You didn’t know when this started – the last time you felt the sun seemed like ages ago. Maybe it was back in highschool, when everything seemed so bright and happy – or maybe it was when you got accepted on your very first – and current job as a barista. For the longest time, the smell of coffee enticed you, but no matter how good the brew was, it never gave back the sun.

You weren’t sad, no, not depressed. Everything just felt so…empty.

You sat up on your bed, rubbing your eyes. The curtains were closed, not that you minded – the sun wasn’t coming in anyway.

You trudged your way to your small kitchen, pressing yourself a cup – ah, French Press, your favourite. The smell made you smile, as you prepared yourself for work.

The cafe was fairly quiet. There were a fewer customers, not that you minded. You liked the peace. Your co-worker, Leigh, groaned.

“Its so boring today,” she whined, tapping away at her phone.

You looked up from your own. “We work at a cafe, Leigh. You’re supposed to be accustomed to silence. Unless you’re at like, Starbucks,” you exclaimed, giving her the side eye.

“Whatever,” she rolled her eyes. “I crave social attention.”

“I don’t.”

“Truth,” Leigh let out a small giggle.

You and Leigh have become fairly close. She worked here before you did, and she was thrilled to hear that there was gonna be a new barista. Truthfully, you despised her at first – talkative, snarky, whiny – you tried to avoid contact with her as much as you can, only to fail and have her blasting random stories on your ear basically your entire shift. Over time though, you came to appreciate that someone was willingly talking to you, and slowly (but surely) started opening up to her. She became your best – and only friend, for over 2 years now. Your day wasn’t complete without her constant ranting, whether personal or on the phone.

She never made the sun shine, though.

The two of you sat behind the counter, Leigh stiffling giggles as she read memes, and you putting one earphone on while looking for a song to play. Usually employees weren’t allowed to be on their phones on their working hours, but your manager makes exceptions when the day is slow – so long as you still do your responsibilities.

You couldn’t pick a song. The amount of times you clicked ‘next’ on your phone was now incomprehendable, so you gave up and put your phone down. Right at that second, the chimes of the front door jingled, signalling an entering customer. You and Leigh immediately went to your positions and prepared to greet whoever.

And that ‘whoever’ surprised you. A tuft of pink hair stuck out from his cap, which was on backwards – his lips etched in a soft smile, and those eyes – you quietly marveled at his sight. You mentally slapped yourself as you stood behind the register.

“Good morning,” you managed to spurt out.

The man smiled, his eyes starting to squint – you thought it was adorable.

“Good morning,” he says and stops to look at the menu.

“I’ll just have a french press, make that medium,” he said, as you fumbled around the register, inputting his order.

“W-Would you like anything else? We – have, er, breakfast items available,” you stuttered out. He pondered for a moment.

“Pancakes sound nice right about now,” he finally decided. “I’ll have a serving.”

“Okay – um,” you finished typing in his order. You took a medium cup, and realized that you had to ask his name – gulp.

“What name should I put – I mean write?” your mind was still jumbled.

“Josh.”

Josh has been frequently visiting the café, at times twice a week, at times, thrice. You noticed that whenever you greeted him, his smile made his eyes squinty and barely there – but when Leigh did, his smile was softer, and more formal. Thoughts ran into your mind, but you immediately pushed them out. Today, you greeted him – and he was with someone else, too.

“Good morning, Josh,” you and Leigh already had him at first name basis, which was a thing you did to your regulars. “French Press and Pancakes again?” you ask.

“French Press, but make it waffles this time,” he grinned. You softly smiled and inputted his order.

“How about you, sir?” you looked at the man Josh was with – messy brown hair, soft eyes. He looked tired.

“I’ll have was he’s having,” he says, bumping his hand on Josh’s shoulder.

You took two cups and wrote Josh’s name.

“May I ask for your name?” you directed to the other dude.

“Mmmmmmm, Tyler,” he says, yawing. You wrote his name, got their payment, and they mumbled a ‘thank you’ before heading off to their seats.

“He has a friend with today?” Leigh peers at you. You shrug your elbows.

“Looks like it. He looks really tired,” you told Leigh your observation.

“That’s what coffee’s for,” Leigh said as you two worked on their order – you on the French Press, Leigh on the waffles. After you finish, you put them in a tray and set them on the counter.

“Order for Josh and Tyler!” you projected. They both stood from their seats and walked to the counter. Josh, once again, smipes at you, and you thought you saw Tyler smirking while looking back and forth between you and Josh. They went back to their seats and you saw Josh slightly punch tlTyler in the arm while the latter was giggling and looking at you. You felt tour cheeks flush and went back to Leigh.

“That Josh dude,” Leigh says. “He’s pretty cute, yeah?’

You were taken aback by her question. “I - Um, I don’t know – maybe? I guess.” you stammered out. Leigh gave out a giggle.

“Shut it, y/n. You’ve been checking him out since he first visited!” Leigh said, rather too loud for comfort, and you immediately shushed her with a finger.

“Leigh! They might hear!” you whisper at her. She stifled another laugh.

“So you DO like him,” she smirked. You groaned, but your cheeks were flushed pink. You couldn’t really deny your attraction to Josh. His voice was low, yet gentle and calm – his hair was unique, and you liked it, and his eyes – the way they squint when he smiles – thinking about it made you fluster a bit more.

And all the while, Leigh was wheezing in hysteria.

When you woke up the next day, you opened the curtains for a change. The view from your window wasn’t very impressive, but it was something. On this particular day, however, you noticed that everything was a little brighter. You wondered why, but didn’t dwell too much into it. You did tour usual routine, and headed out the door. You opted to walk today – the cafe around 30 minutes by feet. You breathed in cold air – you could really use the exercise.

Upon crossing an intersection, you spot a tuft of pink hair in front of you – you felt fluttery, but shook it off. For some reason however, your mind decided it was a good idea to catch up to him.

“Josh?” you cautiously approached, in case it wasn’t the said person.

“Oh hey!” his shocked expression made you giggle inside. “You’re the lady at the café!”

“That’s me. I was just on my way there, and I saw you – so I thought I might come say hi,” you smiled. You thought you saw him blush.

“I’m on my way there too, actually!” He smiled – you sihed in your head. His squinty eyes did things to you and your mind.

“Aren’t you with Tyler?” you ask, since Tyler has become a frequent customer as well.

“Nah, said he wanted to sleep in,” he chuckled. “So, you walk to work?”

“Just today, I thought I might get some exercise,” you replied. “I usually go on my bike or a cab.”

“That’s cool,” he shrugged. Both of you continued to walk silently – you occasionally looking up at him.

What you didn’t know was that he was looking at you, too.

“Y'know, I’ve been your customer since, forever, I guess, but I’ve never actually learned your name?” he glanced at you.

You grinned. “Y/n. Y/n F/n. Nice to formally meet you, I guess,” your mind was overflowing with emotions and thoughts at this point.

“And I’m Josh Dun. Nice to meet you too!” There it was again – the eyes. Those adorable, squinty eyes.

Throughout the walk, both of you talked – your favourite bands, singers, actors – your favourite colours, hobbies, books – your preferred coffee – everything. You both even slowed your paces to maximize the time spent, Albeit neither one of you knowing.

Finally, you both enter the café; again, it was pretty quiet.

“Uh - I’ll go on then,” you say. He nods as you go behind the counter, putting your apron on. Leigh stares at you the entirity of the time.

“Spill it,” she smirks. Your face reddens.

“Wh-what?”

“You. Josh. Together. Spill it!” Leigh basically begs; you sigh and whisper everything to her. Her face brightens up and shakes your arm vigorously.

“Uh–um…Ahem,” a voice in front of the counter snaps you two out of your gossip time, only to see Josh. “Order?”

Leigh pushes you to the register, all the while your face reddens. You take Josh’s usual order, and quickly scramble to Leigh.

“I hate you right now,” you groan. Leigh laughs and pats your back.

The morning progresses. Tyler actually comes in a little later, and you see him and Josh talk, Josh looking rather excited for some reason. Tyler keeps looking at you – then him – then back at you again all the while Josh talks to him. You shake your head from your thoughts and continue to work. Later, you see Josh scribble something on a tissue paper, leaving it on top of the plate. They leave, and you go to their table to clean up.

You also take the tissue paper, just to see. Written on it was a phone number, and a small note – 'Talking to you was fun. Text me sometime? Josh.’ You mentally squeal, and shove the tissue in your pocket.

Each day is brighter and more vibrant. You started texting Josh right after work that day, which was a week ago, and he still continues his regular visits, sometimes with or without Tyler.

As you were pressing your coffee, your phone buzzes – Josh’s name on the screen.

- 'Want to walk together today?’

You quickly type a reply.

- 'Yeah, sure! Same intersection?’

Ever since that day too, you started walking to the café together. You’ve learnt a lot about Josh – how he drums for a living, how he and Tyler has a band, on what colour his hair is next – on why he colours his hair.

He also learns about you, too. How coffee entices you, how you and Leigh became close, how you have next to no friends aside from Leigh, and now Josh. He says Tyler’s your friend, too.

You suddenly ask him about his regularity in the café.

He smiles. “The ambience is nice,” he pauses a moment. “The coffee tastes really nice, too.”

All the while you were staring at hime, not noticing the blush on your cheeks as you watch his lips move as he talks. He stops and looks at you too.

You both werw outside the doors of the café, mindlessly staring at each other.

“And…uh,” he hesitates. “And…maybe because I really, really like one of the baristas,” he smiles and looks away, redness in his cheeks.

Your face reddens. You stomach leaps. You stammer for a response, to no avail. Instead, you stare at him in awe. He looks back at you and smiles, his eyes getting squinty.

“God, I love it when you do that,” a giggle escapes your throat.

“Do what?”

“Squint your eyes when you smile. It’s adorable,” you say softly, almost a whisper.

“I-I really like you, y/n,” he breathes out.

Rays. Rays of sunlight hit your face and illuminate your eyes. The tress have their vibrancy on full, and it seems to be warmer than usual.

“I - um, I do too Josh,” you pause. “A lot.”

“Thank goodness,” he exclaimes as he wraps you in a hug. You hug him back, your eyes wandering the sunlit streets of your town.

He unwarps you from his arms and stares at you – his gaze scanning you beaming face, as he slowly leans in.

“Y/N!” Leigh suddenly barges out and upon seeing you two, widens her eyes.

“Oh! Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, I’m so sorry, I’ll go back in now,” she smiles sheepishly as she rushes back – you see her go to the table where lo and behold, Tyler was. He gives a two thumbs up, and starts giggling with Leigh.

Josh looked at you again and smiled. “Should we go in?”

You smile back. “Yeah. I gotta get your French Press ready,” you say with a wink and a peck on his cheek – and run to do your barista duties.

fin.

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okay sorry if that bored you 😩

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winterridinghood · 6 years

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Strangers and Coffee (Part 2/3)

Pairing: Tom Holland x Female OC

Word Count: 2,060

Warning: Slight slight angst, First-Degree Burn

Note: This is for @starksparker 4K writing challenge.

Summary: When an frustrated girl with reading glasses causes an accident and gets burn, she ends up meeting a not-so-stranger stranger.

Part 1: http://winterridinghood.tumblr.com/post/174087869117/strangers-and-coffee-part-13

"Ahhh!" I yelped jumping up from my chair.

"Oh no," the boy said, quickly standing next to me, "I'm so sorry." He had an accent, British I think, or possibly even Australian, but that was in the back of my mind. Right now, all I was think was 'Oh my gosh! This drink was hot!

An employee was at my side before I could register that there were other people around. "Are you alright?" They asked. I wanted to yell "What do you think?" But I did the opposite.

"I, um, I think so." I couldn’t stop looking at my arm. It was pink and starting to hurt.

"Here let's take you to the back and see what we can do." The employee was leading me to the back, but I stopped them.

"Wait," I took a step back, "I have to get my stuff. My computer's out and-"

"I'll take it to you." The Foreign boy said.

I turned to him and all I could see was a fuzzy person that was wearing, what looked to be, a blue sweatshirt. I still had my glasses on and the guy was by the table where all my stuff was. I don't know which was worse, having all my possessions out in the open in a shop full of people and me not being around them or knowingly have a stranger put all my stuff in my backpack and trust that he will bring it to me.

The guy must have noticed my silence, "Let me help, it's the least I can do."

"Um, miss," the employee said, "we really need to start looking at your arm."

I gulped, not wanting to have my arm be any worse of condition, I said, "Okay," nodding to the guy and walk behind the counter to the back of the store. The back of the store felt automatically cooler. Probably to keep all their ingredients fresh or something.

The employer stopped by the sink and asked to look at the arm. He examined it for a minute before he sighed in relief. "Oh, thank God!"

"What's up?" I asked, looking between him and my arm.

He had the smallest of smiles on his face, "Your skin is only red and slightly swollen, and there's no blistering appearing. That mean it's only a first degree." I nodded. "We have to put it under cool water from a few minutes right now, or it will get worse." I nodded again. "I need your permission to do that."

"Oh, Okay." I nodded once more, probably more than I needed to. "You have my permission to," I paused, "do what you gotta do."

"Hey, are you alright? 'Course you're not. Don't know why I asked that." He stumbled over his words a little. It made me crack a smile. He tried again, "How are you feeling?"

I shrugged, "Alright, I guess." The employer cleared his throat and looked back and forth between me and the Foreign guy.

"You ready?" He asked.

I took a breath, "As I'll ever be." I gave him my arm as he checked the water once more time.

"Does it hurt?" the Foreigner asked.

I tilted my head on one side, "Not as much as I th-HAAAAA-HAA!" I huffed out as the employer put my arm under the water.

"Hey!" Called out the Foreigner.

"Sorry," said the employer, "It's still somewhat fresh so it was gonna hurt a little, but the worse of it is over. I'm Zach by the way."

I sucked in a breath, "Nellie," I turned to acknowledge Zach, because my hand-shanking-arm is currently under a faucet, but he was shaking hands with the guy, who introduced himself as Tom. I looked at my arm again. About three inched of my forearm was red.

"Okay, miss, you're gonna have to be under there for about 20 minutes. I'm not a doctor, but this is our number one thing we learned when we start training here. The manager is out for the day, so if you need anything, just call for me. I have to write this down to give to her, our manager, I mean." I tried to turn around without leaving my arm from where I was, but it was very difficult. When he was finished talking, my head was turned at an angle that I could see a fuzzy person speak, but it wouldn't have been better with my glasses off. So, I just called out an okay and turned back to my arm.

I sighed and scratched my forehead with my free hand. Well isn't this just lovely. I thought sarcastically.

Foreign Guy walked around me so now he was facing a few feet in front of me. "I am so sorry," he said looking from my arm to me, "I should've watched where I was going. I was so in thought that I wasn't paying attention. I'm really sorry."

I shook my head, "Don't be sorry, man." I adjusted my glasses but figured I didn't need them for the time being. I began to take the off, and now I'm glad I did. With my free hand, I took my glasses off. "If anything, it's my fault. I shouldn't have freaked out like I did." I tucked the arm of my glasses in my shirt and let it hang there. "I shouldn't have gotten frustrated over a-a-a, a um,"

It suddenly felt like my mouth was dry. As stated before, I'm a person of the internet. This means I know what memes are, and I know what fandoms I'm in, as well as which Hogwarts House fits me best. But no matter what you read on the internet, it will never prepare you for actually meeting someone that said memes or fandoms are about. The first thing I realized was that they guy in front of me was British. The second: Tom Holland was three feet away from me. The Foreign Guy who I accidently made spill coffee on my arm was right in front of me. I swore, which made me cover my mouth with my right hand, which is supposed to be underwater. I gasped softly as I put my arm back under the faucet.

There was silence between us. I was embarrassed and I didn't know what Tom feeling. Does he get this often? It felt weird just to think of him as Tom. Should I say Mr. Holland? No. This isn't one of my high school classes. Damn! He might think I'm some crazy fangirl or something. I have to stay cool and calm.

I made myself focus on the red mark on the arm. "My computer," I said before I cleared my throat.

"I'm sorry?" He asked. I couldn't see his face, but I bet it was weary.

I took a deep breath, "I got frustrated over my computer, laptop, or whatever. Um," I let out a nervous chuckle. I should have left my glasses on.

"Really? What has your laptop done to you?" He asked curiously.

My first thought was what I ended up saying out loud. "What hasn't my laptop done to me? That's the real question." Not the worst thing that could have come out of my mouth, but also not the best. Though hearing a chuckle made me feel more relaxed. Maybe a little too much because I let out an explanation of my computer shutting off and a little about my final project. I mainly kept my eyes on my arm, thinking that if I were to look at Tom Hollands face, I would start stammering again.

"Wait," he said after I finished with my explanation, "That's mean you had your laptop on for 30 minutes, but you weren’t doing anything?"

I fought back the need to roll my eyes, "Yes, thank you for the reminder."

He apologized again, "That came out harsh. What I meant was, why do you have the timer on for so long?"

That wasn’t the question I was expecting. I shifted the weight of my legs, "Well, I'm usually doing school work 'til late at night. I start right when I get home, I take a break for dinner, then I go right back before it shuts itself down."

I risked myself a glance at him. He looked confused, "'School?' I thought you said you had a profess- ohhhh. I forgot. 'School' and 'Uni' are the same in the States." He nodded to himself

I chuckled and nodded with him, "Yup. Anywhere with a person teaching something to someone, it’s basically a school."

"Interesting." Silence again, for a minute at least, "Can I ask you something?" He sounded cautious.

I replied with the same amount of cautiousness that he had, "Go for it."

He paused, as if he was choosing his words carefully, "You know how I am, don't you?" He said it like he would be disappointed if I said yes.

"Yeah, I know you," it came out quieter than I intended too.

He sighed and nodded, "Can I ask why you didn't act like you did until a few minutes ago? I'm genuinely curious. Unless you didn't notice until now because you were in pain then and aren't now. If that, then I complete understand. That sounded weird."

I chuckled at his words. "No, that's almost right. I just couldn't really see you with my glasses on." I was about to adjust the glasses on my head, but when I remember that nothing was there I rolled my eyes and pointed to my shirt. I studied Tom's face for a second. I found a need to explain myself again, "These glasses are only for reading or computer work. Can't really see anything more than two feet away from me."

I took off my glasses off from shirt and put them on with one hand. I was harder than I thought, being right handed and having to unfold the arms with my mouth.

I put them on and I held out my arm free arm in front of me. "Everything past my hand just gets fuzzier and fuzzier," I dropped the arm. "You look like a guy. I see your features and what-not, but I can't tell any real details." I took off my glasses and put them back on my shirt, blinking rapidly at the sudden change of my sight quality.

"Yup," I groaned, "Now you look like 4K Ultra HD."

This made him laughed, "That clears a lot of things up."

"I'm glad." I just made Tom Holland laugh. My life is complete.

"Can I ask you one more thing?" He took a step closer.

I leaned on the counter, "Ask away. It's not like I'm going somewhere."

"Right," He leaned on the counter, "Do you, do you think that," he paused, "Do you think that if you knew who before you took off your glasses, you would have let me take your stuff to you? If that makes sense. I don't think it did."

It was my turn to laugh, "You have a thing where you answer your own questions. Did you know that?"

He shrugged, "I've may have noticed from time to time." When I didn't say anything, he asked again.

I smirked, "No offense Holland, I would have second guessed myself on leaving my stuff with any stranger. Even if it was Beyoncé or someone like that."

"Beyoncé, really?" He mused.

I thought for a moment. "Honestly, with Beyoncé, I think it's more on the fact that I am not worthy for my stuff to be held by her hands. Which reminders me, you can put my backpack down now."

"Right," he said and he gently leaned my backpack against the cabinets on the floor. "No one is worthy for Beyoncé." Tom said in thought. I agreed.

He then quickly snapped back up, making me raise my eyebrow by his sudden movement. "You alright?" I asked.

"You called me 'Holland'."

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