#he was like 'what does that mean?' and then immediately went 'nevermind moving on this is about you and what i can do for you'

[cagedchoices]

@noglassceilings (continued.)

“Like a puppy?” his head tilts lightly, doing little to dissuade the idea that Caleb is, in fact, like a puppy. Before anything else can be said about it, he pushes the topic aside in favor of expressing gratitude. “Oh- Well, thank you... for letting me off like that. I owe you big, so if there's anything you need, you just let me know. Sound like a good deal?”

[libraryofolive]

𝓡𝓮𝓹𝓵𝓪𝓬𝓮𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽

Featuring: Satoru Gojo x gn!reader Genre: drabble, angst to fluff, hurt/comfortWord count: 2k Requested? Yes! Like this? You can find my smaus here and my drabbles and other fics here! Do you also have a request? You can find my rules for requesting here! Synopsis: Your boyfriend insists he's over his ex. But if he's over him, why does he keep calling you his ex's name? Warnings: mentions of alcohol, one swear word I think? Not proofread, so there may be some grammar/spelling mistakes

The first time it had happened, you understood. A slip of the tongue, you had dismissed it as. You knew your boyfriend, Satoru, hadn't had a real relationship since his messy break up with his ex, Suguru Geto, and old habits die hard. Satoru had apologised, you immediately forgave him, and you both moved on.

Or, at least, tried to move on.

It was hard to forget about the first time it happened when it kept happening.

The second time it happened, it was during your first real argument as a couple. You had confronted Satoru about his recklessness, trying to remind him that being the strongest didn't mean he was invincible. You were worried about him, and tried to express that. You weren't sure when it had started escalating, but at some point the two of you had started screaming at each other.

"Why can't you trust me, Suguru!" He had shouted. Hearing that name again, in such a tense, emotional moment had your heart dropping. You stared at Satoru, tears welling up, and silently left to return to your own apartment. The red hot anger you felt had subdued into a throbbing sadness as you lamented over Satoru's slip-up.

But, he apologised the next day. Both for the shouting, and the argument, and his use of the wrong name. He had had the same argument with his ex, he explained. That's why he said Geto's name instead of yours. Once again, you forgave him, and tried to forget.

Another month or so went by without another incident. You loved Satoru - he never failed to make you laugh, he spoiled you rotten, and you felt on top of the world when you were around him. He called you one night, uncharacteristically inebriated, asking you to pick him up. You struggled to make out his slightly slurred words over the music playing at whatever bar he was in, and eventually Shoko took his phone off him, talking to you instead.

"I don't get it, Sho, why has he been drinking? He told me he doesn't drink. Like, at all." You said to her as you pulled your shoes on, getting ready to collect your boyfriend.

"...He didn't tell you?"

"Tell me what?"

"I- nevermind. I'm sure he'll tell you tomorrow."

"Shoko."

"It's..." you heard her sigh heavily, "it's been two years since he and Geto broke up."

Your heart sank at her words. He went out and got hammered, when he normally turns his nose up at the thought of alcohol, because it was the anniversary of his break up with his ex? The one whose name he keeps calling you? It made you falter. Satoru was always adamant that he was over Geto. That he wouldn't get into another serious relationship until he knew he was over him, hence him solely hooking up with people for one night stands in the gap between your relationship and his and Geto's. You had believed him - he hadn't given you much of a reason not to.

You pulled yourself together and hauled his drunk ass home, his drunken state preventing him from noticing your poorly hid upset. Why hadn't he told you? That's what hurt the hardest. That he hadn't trusted you enough to tell you. You would have tried to understand, or at least go with him to keep an eye on him, but he just told you that he was going to see Shoko and to probably not wait up. You hadn't expected a drunken phone call from your Toru.

Satoru flopped onto your bed, his long limbs sprawled across the entirety of it.

"C'mon, Satoru, at least take your dirty clothes off."

"Are you trying to seduce me babe?" He slurred, attempting to wink at you.

"No. I just don't want your outside clothes on my bed. Get changed." You replied, throwing some pyjamas that he had previously left at your place at him.

" 'm comfy though."

"I don't care. Get changed." You winced at your tone, slightly harsher than you intended. You couldn't bring yourself to be overly concerned with his comfort when you could still feel his ... what was the word for it? Betrayal felt to harsh. Distrust? Deception?

"You remind me of him, yknow..." Satoru's voice was quiet and slow, and you could tell he was starting to fall asleep.

"Remind me of who?" You asked, already knowing the answer, not wanting to hear the answer, but needing him to confirm it.

"Suguru, silly." He yawned. Your heart heavied at his answer, even if you were expecting it. You looked back over at your boyfriend, who was now quietly snoring, still in his day clothes, taking up most of the bed. Where most days you loved to cuddle into Satoru's large form, feeling safe in his embrace, you couldn't bring yourself to lie next to him like nothing was wrong, like he hadn't hurt your heart in his drunken stupor. Instead, you turned out of your room, picking up a spare pillow and blanket, and made you way to your couch.

You struggled to sleep that night, overanalysing your entire relationship. Was that why Satoru was with you? You reminded him of his ex, one that he could still be in love with? When he closed his eyes, did he imagine Suguru Geto instead of you? Were you just a replacement for someone he could never have?

The next morning, Satoru's head was throbbing. He woke up achy, uncomfortable after sleeping in his regular clothes, and cold. Most notably, he woke up in your bed, but alone.

He slowly peeled himself off the bed, leaving your bedroom in attempt to hunt down some painkillers and his girlfriend. He found the former in your kitchen cupboard, downing a couple with a glass of water. It did little to stop the drilling into his skull, but he had more important things to worry about - where the hell were you?

His worry calmed when he noticed a large, blanket-covered lump on your sofa, your feet slightly sticking out of the bottom of it. Why had you slept on the couch? he wondered. He tried to think back to last night - he remembered ringing you, Shoko taking his phone from him, the car ride back to your apartment. One that, now the alcohol had stopped clouding his mind, he realised was full of an awkward silence that only ever happens when you're upset with him. What the hell did he do?

If he knew you weren't upset with him, he would've woken you up in some stupid way to entertain himself. He'd tickle you, or shout loudly in your ear, or even bang a pot and pan together - a practical joke you'd find funny once the irritation of being woken up faded away. But he knew that if he did that today, you'd just be more upset with him. Instead, he gently shook your slumbering body.

"Morning, baby." He whispered.

"Toru?" You asked, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. You sat up slowly, stretching your back, sore from being in a cramped position all night.

"Yeah, 's me love. Why'd you sleep out here? You should've just shoved me over if I was taking up too much room."

"I'm mad at you." Any trace of sleep left your voice, being replaced by irritation.

"Did I say something stupid when I was drunk last night? I'm sorry, baby, you'd think that the strongest would be able to hold his liquor."

"It's not just that, Satoru."

"Please, talk to me baby." He moved your feet off the couch and onto the floor so that he could sit next to you. He reached for your hand, but you pulled it away before he could hold it.

"It's-" you sighed, "it's about Geto."

"Suguru? Why? Has he tried to talk to you or something? Baby, I've not spoken to him for two years."

"No- I know you've not seen him. It's not about him, per se, but it's- why is this so hard to put into words?"

"It's okay, I'm listening. Take your time."

"Are you still in love with him, Satoru?"

"What?" His eyes widened as he gasped the word out - that was the last thing he was expecting you to say, ever. "No, of course not! It's been two years, and I'm with you, baby. I wouldn't be with you if I still loved him. What has brought this on?"

You looked at your hands, which were folded in your lap, avoiding his piercing blue gaze. You could feel your eyes watering as you addressed one of your biggest insecurities in your relationship, one that you hadn't realised the extent of until the previous night.

"Last night, you told me that I remind you of him before you fell asleep. And you've called me Suguru before. I know that your relationship was intense, your break-up even more so, but.. it hurts, Toru. I didn't realise how much 'til last night. And Shoko told me that yesterday was the anniversary of your break up. That you were trying to drink your sorrows away. Why didn't you tell me?"

Satoru's heart sank at your confession. He knew he had slipped up a few times, calling you the wrong name. He should've told you what he was actually doing the day before to avoid this exact situation. He put one hand under your chin, lifting it so that you were looking into his eyes. He saw the pain he was feeling over hurting you reflected back tenfold in your own watery eyes.

"I'm sorry, baby. I should've told you what Shoko and I were really up to yesterday."

"Yeah, you should've..." you words trailed off into an awkward silence as you tried to collect your thoughts again. "I just, I don't get it. Why didn't you tell me? If you don't love him anymore, if you want to be with me, why were you drinking? It's so unlike you, Toru. I'm not saying that you shouldn't ever drink, but its scary when I've never seen you take even a sip of booze and then all of a sudden you're calling me to pick you up, drunk."

"I'm not going to lie to you baby, I still miss him. Part of me always will. He was my best friend, before we got together. It's the friendship, that closeness, that I miss. We didn't work together, romantically. I know that. What we have, the way I love you, it's completely different to how I loved Suguru. He was the best friend I ever had. I don't know if I'll ever find a friendship that deep ever again. Romantically, I've moved on from him completely. You are the only person I want to be with. But I think I'll always miss my friend."

During Satoru's speech, the tears in your eyes had started falling rapidly. You could see the pain of losing Suguru in his eyes, sure, but you could also see the love he felt for you. It was that look, that sincerity, that made you forgive him. That reassured you. Satoru Gojo is a charming man - everyone around him knows it. Its one of the things that drew you in in the first place, and he knew how to lay on that charm to get out of tricky situations. But looking into his eyes, seeing that love, reassured you that he wasn't trying to charm his way out of this. That his words reflect how he really felt.

"I- I understand. I think." You said quietly, taking his hands into your own.

"I am sorry I didn't tell you about yesterday."

"I know you are, baby." You leaned in and kissed him gently, a silent way of showing your forgiveness.

"I love you, sweetheart." He whispered, pulling away from your kiss but pressing your foreheads together, not wanting to lose its closeness.

"I know. I love you too." You whispered back, enjoying a raw moment with your lover.

[pancake-breakfast]

Not really ready to move on from Vol. 10 yet, but here we go anyway.

Stream-of-consciousness thoughts for TriMax Vol. 11, Chapters 1-2 below.

Volume 11 Covers

I see Nightow decided not to give spoilers for Vash's hair here.

That rabbit looks less than happy... but I think Vash deserves to hug a bunny right now.

Looks like we're gonna get some Milly and Meryl again in this volume! Hooray!

Also Legato. Maybe someday he'll evolve from a bagworm into a bagworm butterfly??

And Zazie, whom we haven't seen since like Dragon's Nest.

And... shall we say, a new blond lady friend??

You know, I never actually read the text on the back cover. It's an old habit after having the blurb on the back of a book give me major spoilers once.

I'm pretty sure no one really knows what's going on with the fake back cover here, including Nightow. I hope everyone's enjoying their duck lips.

Slap-Stick Days? Are those really a thing this manga can have at this point? Or is this just another setup so we can end the chapter on "Slap-Stick Days/End"?

Chapter 1: Zero Hour

Awww. His darkened hair makes me sad.

Whyyyyy do I have to start this out looking at Chapel's stupid mug again??

Ah, Legato... has looked better.

"Chapel and the old man are both dead." As in... Wolfwood Chapel and Old Man Chapel??

Ohhhh, geez. I didn't realize just how separately they treated Livio and Razlo. But I guess he really is both Double Fang and Trip of Death.

"Falling out like teeth." Man, they never stood a chance. They've been decimated for a while now.

Wait, when did Legato get shot in the spine? I thought... ohhhh, Wolfwood. Nevermind, I was thinking this was, like, part of his everyday treatment when he's not in his little metal cocoon. Then again, I don't know how he'd have received any treatment like this over the seven months he was holding down Vash. Hells, I don't know how he went to the bathroom during the seven months he was holding down Vash.

Oooh, I was wondering if this element would come up. Zazie looks pretty pleased with their chosen path.

Knives, you crazy abomination, what are you doing now??

It's a good thing Livio knows how to drive given Vash's history behind the wheel.

Is that a Bentley?? How did they get a Bentley??? How in the hell would that be practical on a sand world??? (I assume it came from the same place as the Prada bag Meryl wants to get.)

Ugh. Vash does not want to answer Brad's questions. This is the face of a man who's tired of thinking about it. He's been thinking about it waaaaaay too much, and he was just kind of hoping for a minute's distraction from his brain thoughts. But he knows he has to explain, even if he doesn't want to.

Livio has so many cute little expressions in these pages. They give me life.

I get where Brad's distrust comes from, but Vash doesn't have the heart to deal with it right now. He's doing his best, but he's so tired. Emotionally, I mean.

I love how Vash takes Brad's objection and immediately counters with a real-life example.

Oh, I love the firmness bordering on anger here. Like Livio suggesting Vash is being too trusting with him specifically is an insult to Wolfwood's memory. Gods, babygirl is sooooo angry and hurt by all this right now.

LOL, Brad's anchor tattoo. I know this is kind of a joke panel, so now I'm wondering if he actually has one.

Livio apologizing. I think he really would bleed more as penance for Wolfwood, if he could. Like, he'd accept more grievous injury than Brad can do to him and wouldn't seek retaliation because if it's not fair, it's not fair in his favor and not in theirs. They have a right to seek retribution. To a point, though. He doesn't seem suicidal.

Oh, an ion cannon, eh? I'm sure this will go well for them and not get decimated by Knives from 100 meters or something.

Ohhhh noooooo. They're gonna Last Run a bunch of plants to power this thing.

That's sooooo many plants.

Yeah, as if Knives wasn't pissed enough.

Huh. I honestly didn't expect the Plants' will to come into play here.

I love how insect-y the plants look on this spread.

I mean, they've had over a century to rebel, and it seems like they've only done anything similar in isolated incidents. They seem to genuinely want to help humans. But this particular instance is rather unique. At the very least, they don't seem positively inclined toward Knives.

Ooh, space friends. I'm sure that will go smoothly.

Chapter 2: Slap-Stick Days

Oof, they're down to one major city. That's bad.

This old guy with the guitar. I do like how music is inextricable from the Trigun story.

Luida coming out to talk with the authorities elsewhere really is a Big Thing.

Eyyyy, it's the return of long-haired Meryl!

Still just as cheeky, I see.

Milly is so cute with her hair like that.

"It's descending into a complete state of lawlessness." Hate to break it to ya, but this planet has hardly been a bastion of law and order. Sure, it might be better than just after the Great Fall, but still.

I swear, if this is more Nebraskas...

"Oh no! It's the feds!" This line is so cliche. It's beautiful.

Vash!?

It is Vash! One air-dropped Vash, to the rescue! Meryl and Milly look like they're about to die of pure shock.

That's ok. Vash is gonna die of pure shock at seeing them, too.

When I turn the page, will they be punching him, hugging him, or screaming at him (affectionately)? Some combination of the above?

Welp, a full melt-down with tears of relief wasn't on my list....

(Loving the girls' new outfits, btw. Very practical.)

Hang on, I just need to drink in this page for a bit.

Ok, I'm good. Moving on.

Hahahaha, good job, radio nerd.

This is gonna give a LOT of weight to Luida's claims with the other authorities. I wonder what Knives will make of it.

Ah, there he is. Heeeeyyyy, Kniiiiiives. Buddy.... You... you don't look like yourself so much anymore.... You doing ok? Need a break, maybe? A glass of water? Tea? Hard liquor?

Yeah, pretty sure the ark isn't actually space-worthy anymore. I hope he's providing some atmosphere for his atmosphere-breathing peons.

IDK, man. You might have great plans, but you have NO idea what these people are capable of. They just dropped out of some sort of hyperspace. They're clearly working on the kind of technology humanity would have if they hadn't crash-landed violently on a resource-less planet and been forced to scavenge everything they could get their hands on just to survive. All I'm saying is maybe don't count your chicks before they've hatched, Knives-kun.

Archive

Trigun Vol. 1: Covers + 1-3, 4, 5-6, 7-8, 9-10 || Vol. 2: Covers + Extras, 1, 2-4, 5-6, 7-8

TriMax Vol. 1: Covers + 1-2, 3-4, 5-6 || Vol. 2: Covers + 1, 2-4, 5, 6-7 || Vol. 3: Covers + 1-3, 4-5, 6-7 || Vol. 4: Covers + 1-2, 3-5, 6-7 || Vol. 5: Covers + 1-2, 3-4, 5-6 || Vol. 6: Covers + 1-2, 3-4, 5-6 || Vol. 7: Covers + 1-2, 3-4, 5-6 || Vol. 8: Covers + 1-2, 3-4, 5 + Bonus || Vol. 9: Covers + 1-2, 3-4, 5-6 || Vol. 10: Covers + 1-3, 4-5, 6-8

Extra Credit: Trigun Vol. 1: Nebraska vs. Vash's Motivations, Vash's Loneliness, Vash's Depression (pt. 2 of post), Soupy Brains || Vol. 2: Coin Factoids || TriMax Vol. 1: Lina, Vash, and a Haircut || Meryl, Vash, and the Pursuit of Happiness || Vol. 5: Knives, Vash, and Hatred for Humanity || Vol. 6: Coping Series: Wolfwood, Meryl, Vash || Vol. 8: The Uncoordinated Counterattack || Vol. 9: Justice, Punishment, and Mercy, The Tolling of an Iron Bell || Vol. 10: Crucifixion Symbology (pt. 2 of post), Merging of Families, Being Childlike (And Why God Hates Chapel)

[whumpcloud]

Hi! I know you’re probably crazy busy with stuff but I’ve been really wanting to see some more content of Peter and Elio? Maybe some angst, maybe some fluff, maybe both? (If there’s any reason you don’t want to that’s totally cool just disregard this, I love your work btw!)

dw!! i'm always happy to take requests <3 this got way longer than i was intending asfdfsd

content: (institutionalised) pet whump, dehumanisation, carewhumper, manhandling, hangovers, brief discussion of seizures and mental health issues, references to shock collars

"Sir, I made you some tea," Peter says quietly, so as not to aggravate Elio's hangover.

Elio groans into his pillow in reply. Peter gently sets the mug down on the nightstand, and makes to leave.

There's a sudden snapping sound, and Peter turns sharply to see Elio clicking his fingers at him.

"What is it, Sir?" Peter asks politely.

"Um... thank you," Elio mumbles, his voice strained, like that was difficult for him.

Peter pauses for a moment, then his face lights up in a wide smile. "Y-You're welcome, Sir!"

Sir said thank you!

That means he meant it when he said he'd try, he really meant it! Peter has a skip in his step as he goes back to the kitchen to finish cleaning.

Elio is finally up in the evening, messy hair and slept-in clothes. Peter greets him with a grin.

"Good evening, Sir!" Peter says.

"...you're cheery," Elio mumbles, sighing and sitting himself on the sofa. "God..."

"Does your head still hurt?" Peter asks.

"No, I just feel... eugh."

"...helpful!" Peter says, trying not to sound too sarcastic. "How about we do something less... eugh?"

"I don't feel like it," Elio replies, closing his eyes again.

"What if we went out?" Peter suggests. "The fresh air might help you feel less sick."

"I said I don't feel like it."

Peter hesitates. He shouldn't ask, he really shouldn't, but Sir said thank you and everything today, so maybe he's in a good enough mood.

"...I'd feel better if we went out, Sir," Peter says tentatively. "Just for a walk. Please? I'll stay quiet and by your side the entire time."

Elio opens his eyes and gazes vaguely at Peter. "You can go without me."

Peter immediately shakes his head. "There's no reason for me to do that, Sir. I shouldn't be away from you if I can help it."

"You're so annoying," Elio grumbles, then catches himself. He can't say he didn't mean it, though. "Sorry. Really, Pete, it's fine. You can just go."

"But it would be good for you too," Peter insists, and Elio realises that, as always, this is a losing battle.

So he forces himself up and into some shoes and a coat, and Peter borrows the coat that hangs off his body the least.

"Can you take the collar off, at least?" Elio asks. "It's embarrassing."

"My... my collar?" Peter grips it without seeming to think about it.

"...nevermind," Elio sighs, seeing the hurt in Peter's eyes, and just zips up Peter's jacket so that it's hidden. "There. That'll do."

"Why is my collar embarrassing?" Peter asks in a small voice, as he follows Elio to the door.

"It just is!" Elio snaps, irritated. "Come on."

Peter doesn't push the issue. After all, Sir could still decide he isn't allowed to go out.

Elio is huffing about this whole thing like a teenager, because he hates to admit that Peter was right. The fresh air is making it easier for him to think, and the faint smell of rain in the air is oddly comforting. Peter is following slightly behind, and every time Elio turns to look at him, he's looking around as though his head is on a swivel.

"Pete, what the hell are you doing?" Elio asks.

Peter jumps. "Just... watching out."

"For what?"

"Anything."

"Is that something you did with your Master?" The word still feels gross in Elio's mouth.

"...no," Peter replies. "Master and I didn't ever go out. Except when he took me to work."

"What, was he a shut-in or something?" Elio slows his pace so that he's walking beside Peter instead of in front of him, and grabs his arm when he tries to move back. "Stay there."

"Y-Yes, Sir," Peter nods. "Um. Master was agoraphobic. He thought that it would be easier to go out when he was with me, but we only tried once, and he had a seizure, so we didn't go out again."

"Oh. Damn." Elio doesn't have much else to offer than that. Should he say something reassuring? "Uh... I mean, we can go out. If that's something you want to do more. I don't have a problem like that."

"Only if you want to, Sir," Peter says quietly.

He wishes Sir hadn't brought up Master. It's gotten easier to stop thinking about him, to stop thinking of himself as Darling, but every so often something makes it come flooding back and it becomes raw all over again. But Sir can't know that. Sir will only get annoyed, or think he's defective, and he only just got Sir to be kind to him. So he should keep his mouth shut.

"Maybe we should go back now, Sir?" Peter says, smiling weakly.

"Nah," Elio replies. "I could go a little longer."

"...alright, Sir."

But you didn't want to go! I had to push you, like I always push you, and I'm not being clear but you can't be so dense that you don't see that I'm really just asking for myself because I want-

Peter jerks, his body feeling phantom shocks. It's selfish to want. Selfish, stupid-

"Bad Pet," Peter mumbles.

Elio turns sharply. "Pete? Something wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong, Sir," Peter says, but of course he does.

"...you're not a bad Pet," Elio tries. "You're really not."

Peter only nods.

With a quiet sigh, Elio puts a hand on Peter's shoulder and pulls him so that they're facing. "Pete. Do you wanna go home?"

Peter's lip trembles, but he shakes his head.

"I..." Come on, Elio! "Okay. If we went home now, would you feel better?"

Peter's nod is small and slight, but it's there.

"Okay," Elio says, almost softly. "Then we'll go."

Elio lets go of Peter and starts walking. Peter follows behind. He wants to say how grateful he is, but he can't find the words. He just walks, and the moment he's inside he rushes to his room and pulls the blankets over his head.

Going outside is too much. There's a reason why he never did. He doesn't know why he wanted-

He tenses, still expecting a shock that never comes. He didn't want.

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[serena-moonlight-witch]

The Untold Romantic Stories of Renowned Witches of Hogwarts Vol. 1 (F!Ravenclaw x Seb Sallow)Pt. 5

“Author’s opening comment: So, I finally registered in AO3, and when I searched for “In the Shadow of Sallow” i was shookt ‘cause someone thought about it first! So I am changing the title of my story to avoid copyright and confusions! As always do enjoy! 

“Since you can’t access this by normal means, we have to ride our brooms so that you can go there too.” I said while summoning my broom, Sebastian does the same. “Off we go!” I said. We flew around the Ravenclaw Tower until we reached the rooftop. We descended and dismounted our brooms. “Voila! Here we are! I feel like I am the only one who goes up here. And.. you’re the only person who knows this so… keep it a secret, yeah?” I chuckled. Sebastian’s eyes lit up, “Of course, I’ll keep it until the day I die.” he says. “You jest.” I laughed. The moon in the night sky lit the little stained glass dome of the common room. It somehow looked like jewels even from the outside. We can faintly hear the piano from downstairs ‘softly’ playing, Sebastian clears his throat “Would you care to dance, m’lady?” he asks, hand out. I played along and took his hand. He placed his other hand on my waist, he pulled me close; close enough to smell his perfume, it wasn’t a strong perfume, it smelled of cinnamon and apples. Like the apple pie my mother bakes whenever I feel down. He smells like apple pie. “Apple pie…” I muttered to myself. “What was that?” he asks, looking down at me. “Nothing!” I quickly dismissed the thoughts of apple pie and how Sebastian smells like my mother’s apple pie. As the piece ended, Sebastian didn't exactly immediately pull away “I wish we could stay forever like this.” He quietly says. “Like… like statues? Sebastian, I don’t know about you, but I don’t exactly plan on becoming a statue. I want to be an auror.” I said laughing “What I mean is- nevermind.” He quickly looked away, he slowly pulled away, after our dance, I noticed that his necktie was slightly crooked. “Hm, that won’t do at all.” I moved close to him and tiptoed so that I could fix his green necktie. I quickly tidied it up and “There we go! Looks much better than before.” I said, proud of what I did. I looked up at Sebastian just to see that he’s avoiding my gaze, and he’s blushing. Why’s he blushing? “Are you alright?” I asked. Maybe he’s feeling feverish? Oh no… “Are you feeling hot?” he asks “No, are you?” I asked, I quickly placed my hand on his forehead, “Oh! You must be freezing! I’ll grab some blankets in my room, and I'll be right back.” I said. “Wai-” I went down the stairs as quickly as I could, how could I not realise. Of course It’s a cold night, think Y/N! I quietly entered the dorm room, the door quietly creaked open, and I grabbed my blanket, a muffler, a boiling kettle and some cups. I hurried back up the stairs to see Sebastian, still red. “Sorry I took way too long! Sit!” I said, I hurriedly guide him to the stone bench, I made sure to dress him warm; mufflers on his neck, blanket over his body. “There we go! Now for the tea.” I summoned my bag of snacks or as I liked to call it; my bag of heaven. I brought out a chamomile tea bag and let it sit inside the hot kettle. “How are you feeling?” I asked. “I- well. I’m fine, really. You need not worry about me that much.” he smiles. “Nonsense. I always worry about you even if it’s the trivial things, same with Ominis. Honestly, whenever either of you gets in trouble I worry, hard.” I said. I placed my hand on his forehead again to check his temperature. “Hm… it’s much better than before. Thank Merlin, I did what I had to.” I sighed. I poured the tea from the kettle into the cups. “Milk and sugar?” I asked. “Please,” he says. I waved my wand to pour some milk into our cups and drop a couple of sugar cubes. “Ah.. this is a beautiful evening.” I said. Well aside from Sebastian almost catching fever of course. “It is indeed.” He says whilst moving some of the blanket to drape it over me. “You need it more, Sebastian.” I harshly said. “Shush, just enjoy the evening.” He smiles. “Bu- fine. I swear if you catch a cold I won’t forgive myself.” I said, puffing my cheeks. “I won’t, I promise.” he reassures me. “I honestly wish I could stay up here.” Sebastian says. “You could, but I get what you mean. It’s way too late.” I added. “Well then! Let’s get you back to your common room.” I continued. “No no. I can go back on my own. Please, get some sleep.” he softly says. “But what if you fain-” “Y/N, I won’t. I’m feeling fine, I was just- just thinking about something funny that I cannot say out loud. I was red from holding in my laughter. Yes, that's it.” he says, oblivious to what he said. I just returned a sigh. “Well then, Mr. Sallow. Good night and have a safe descent.” I said. “I shall. See you tomorrow then?” “You mean later?” “Don’t start.” he chuckles. “Yes yes.” I said. He mounted his broom and slowly started to descend the tower. “Was that Sebastian Sallow?” a voice behind me asked. “Merlin’s Robes! You scared me, Samantha.” I said. “Sorry, well?” “It was. Why? Did you want to say something to him?” I asked. “Hm, not really no, it’s just. Strange of you to bring him up here. You usually enjoy your own company.” she says. “Well, Sebastian’s one of my bestest friends ever.” I said. “Mhm, sure. Whatever you say, Y/N.” she said going down the stairs. I soon followed her afterwards. Morning finally came, I headed down the Ravenclaw Tower to see Sebastian waiting for me yet again, “Surprised to see you here again.” I chuckled. “Ah well, you need someone to guide you around, since you’re still new here.” He chuckles. “New? Sebastian, I've been here for 2- almost 3 years.” I said. ”You’re forever the new fifth-year, in my eyes.” he mutters. As we went out to the courtyard, “So, about the date, this weekend.” I said. Sebastian stopped in his tracks, I turned around to see his face somewhat sad, “I was wondering what I should wear.” I asked. His eyes lit up and a soft smile formed on his lips, “Well just casual. It is a date after all, not an interview.” he laughs. “You’re right. Hmm comfortable clothes, then?” I said, he shrugs “Whatever you’re into” “You’ll look good in anything...” he mutters, “Sorry did you say something? I was thinking about which outfit.” “Ah no nothing at all!” he says. We went towards the Flying Class, Professor Kogawa was waiting for the other students.

Author closing comments: Hopefully I finish this story so I can post Sebastian’s POV, ‘cause from his pov everything’ll will be explained. SPOILERS. Anyway! Title submissions are welcome in the comment section. Please for the love Merlin, I need help. See ya!

[poselyssgeekos]

RESIDENT EVIL OPINION 4

RE1remake - RE2remake - RE3remake

RE CODE VERONICA X

‼️SPOILERS AHEAD‼️

- Quite goofy since it was done in 2000 right after RE3:Nemesis

- Love that we play Claire!

- Steve is as annoying as I was told…

- The game doesn’t really have music, you only hear it during intense fight sequences, cinematic or the save room (love the save room music 🫶)

- why did Claire send a email to Leon so someone could come get her??? Like, lore wise, how would she know that send an email to, LEON? Like once they separate she immediately goes back to searching for Chris, so how do they even keep in touch during the months in between RE2 and code Veronica???

- The map in this game is SO ANNOYING, it’s really hard to figure out what the rooms are sometimes, and the colour scheme is not the best….

- The Steve sequence has no real purpose 💀…HE has no real purpose

- I play with a friend on her ps4, and to me it’s really challenging to play it on the ps4 with the controls, so she plays, and I help

- Love how goofy the antagonists feel (Wesker and Alfred)

- hm the INCEST??? Why did they feel like that was necessary?

- Alfred having a split personality disorder… he dresses up like his sister and becomes her sometimes while she was in her coma, like he loves his sister so much he… ???uncontiously??? Becomes her…

- Enemies are cool ig, just regular resident evil enemies…

- The Tyrant boss fight on the plane was SO DIFFICULT it took at least 10 fucking attempts

-talking about planes… how the fuck does the 17 year old know how to drive a cargo plane?

- The Antarctic part is hell, we had to go and find a walkthrough….

- Nevermind the Chris part is worse 🗿

- Please Capcom I beg you, do a remake!!! You can make some things better!! Please!!!

- Too many rooms that don’t really have a purpose other than give you ammo or plants, with too many objects to collect to be able to move forward in the game

- AleXIa???

- Chris’s hair is BAD in the cinematics that are supposed to look better than the in game models and “low” cinematics

- actually Chris doesn’t really look like Chris…

- Alexia looks like some jenovah wanna be during her first phase

- Alexia obviously has to still look like a woman after mutating…. 💀

- I wasn’t the one playing but it sure looked a bit annoying

-They had the opportunity for Wesker and Chris to have to unwillingly work together against Alexia… and they didn’t

- they could also have made Chris and Claire fight Alexia together but obviously they didn’t

- once Chris arrives Claire becomes the damsel in distress 💀 like come on she went through Raccoon City

- you play Chris a bit more than Claire

- Like it was supposed to be HER game

- And you play her just ONCE more after Chris arrives and it’s 2 seconds, then she cries about Steve and then Chris has to save her AGAIN

- also he’s the one who fights Alexia…

- I mean at the beginning of the game I felt that she was “badass” and independent, so reminiscent of her in raccoon City kinda

- And, again, once Chris arrives….like we french people say, MISKINE! Like her energy completely changes, the man arrives let’s let him do everything 💀

- it’s so weird when the game before this one was re3: nemesis, with Jill as the main protagonist trough out the whole game AND Girlbossing her way through the game… Claire deserves to girlboss too…..

- Steve’s design after the mutation is uh… not the best design we’ve seen

- The ending??? Like my friend said “looks like the ending of a power rangers episode”

- My friend who is used to rating games gives it a 12/20

Notes: Oh! Here’s how we did btw, keep in mind I touched the controller for a few minutes, but kept cursing and getting angry because of my inability to play 💀 so my two friends took turns playing

[winderlylandchime]

2/2 ‘oh those shows for sure wouldn’t exist without Queer as Folk. By the way, yesterday I watched that red blue movie and i was so confused cause there was no swearing and no dicks and no actual sex scenes. Cant decide if that makes it boring or what but fuck do i hate censorship, anyway back to the pretty boy’ ‘When was this filmed because Bri- Gale looks fine as fuck? Aged like fine wi- (Pulse was mentioned this second) oh…fuck nevermind, still pretty though’

And we are now at fan encounters part: Gale says people thought he was Brian ‘WHO thought he was bad at playing Brian? I will fight them right this second!’ Gale starts his not that guy speech ‘mhm tell them! Wait what is he saying? I feel like he’s just trying to hit word count. I feel like he’s talking to me. But i never criticized him, he’s perfect. It’s the writers that i have a problem with and if i ever see them, it’s on sight!’ Gale starts talking about the fan encounters *he moves his head forward and has wide eyes in shock* ‘wait what..he was harassed by guys? THE FUCK? Oh people were fucked in the heads back in the day.. still are but damn, i forgot about the celebrity culture in early 2000s’ Gale started to talk about how guys would ask him how he could even play Brian ‘oh i bet my ass if he wanted to he’d be able to argue with anyone. Id pay to see it. Not saying I want him to argue but itd be fun to watch him shut someone stupid down.’ Gale says he wishes he could go back and do it better ‘Excuse me? You were perfect! Fuck, who do i have to bully for them to give me a movie with older Brian? Imagine a movie and it starts with both of them together in New York. (He’s for sure getting your fic in the future)’ Gale mentions he hates that people make speculations about him ‘i feel like he’s talking to me. In my defense sweetheart, i just learned your name like a week ago. So sue me for thinking you were gay. (Me: ‘hes not talking about you, idiot) yeah, well, i felt attacked and you shut up, you knew and didnt tell me! Awww he’s proud of the show. I was worried for a second. He’s a good guy, i fuck with him…even if he’s *clears his throat* straight’ ‘People were mean to him about Bri Bri? I will burn this entire world down to the ground! How fucking dare they? I will fight everyone that has something rude to say to him or Blondie!’

‘Wait, is there Randy’s version too? Cause that dude mentioned Peter and Sharon. So did they all film these? Where are they? (I tell him that to my knowledge only Gale’s is out) oh COME ONNNN, I can’t fucking win with this show, can i?’ ‘Where is Gale now? Can you show me an interview from now? Or does he have IG? I am willing to start my account again for him’ I actually laughed at that and when i told him how removed he is from internet he went ‘GOR FUCKS SAKE! Theres no winning with this dude! Is he even still alive?’

And the final thoughts were:

‘Wow he is nothing like Brian, he’s so shy and introverted. A little fidgety so i feel like he’s not used of shit like this. He’s literally nothing like Bri Bri…’ me, sarcastically ‘its called acting, brother’ He looked at me like i was the dumbest person ever but also like he shouldve known this. And then immediately after that he called our mom and started the conversation with: ‘he’s straight mom! Straight! BRIAN! Can you fucking believe that shit? Wait let me send you the video’

And later after he sent that video and forced her to watch some of it. She facetimed him and went: ‘i weirdly assumed hed be like in the videos you sent but he seems really shy’ Him: ‘its called acting, mother’ *turns to me and raises his hands towards our mom like can you believe her for not knowing this*

He then notified everyone that the actor who plays his Bri Bri is actually straight and that he is shocked by the news. And then his friend told him he knew cause he googled him and my brother blocked his number for 2 hours cause he got offended.

By the way, yesterday I watched that red blue movie and i was so confused cause there was no swearing and no dicks and no actual sex scenes. Cant decide if that makes it boring or what but fuck do i hate censorship, anyway back to the pretty boy’ I AM DYING OVER THIS!

As Soph has said, Gale will use 100 hundred words to say something that should take 10. Love that for him and for us.

I love how protective your brother is over Gale and Randy, they really do deserve all our protection. People were awful to them.

It’s called acting. I’m so dead. Yes, he’s nothing like your brother’s beloved BriBri. But also, that’s a good thing? Brian is my best beloved blorbo but he’s not exactly the picture of mental and emotional well being (who is?) and I hope Gale is more comfortable with his emotions and with vulnerability. For his own sake.

I feel honored that you would recommend my fic to your brother! After he learns about the existence of fan fiction.

[decemebercircus]

Twisted Wonderland/Yuuta WORLD

Synopsis: It's time for Yuuta to go home (finally) but of course it's NRC and something goes wrong. Just as Yuuta is about to transport into the mirror Malleus appears distraught that not only was he left out again, his only friend is leaving.

Leona tries to stop him and unfortunately the power harnessed from the last overblot crystal which Yuuta was carrying exploded-- aside from hurtling everyone into what appears to be a Octahedral dimension

(A world created from Yuuta.) Of everyone Leona and Malleus seem to be the only ones who switched bodies.

Chapter Summary:A recollection of the events of the previous two days.

Notes: here's chapter 2

Sorry its so short. I'll make sure chapter 3 comes soon and is very long.

Characters: lilia, Ruggie,Azul, Leona, Malleus, Yuuta aka Yuu (in capture),

Story: Chapter 2

Chaos in the Classroom

The Day before:

"I-- nevermind. Don't do anything I wouldn't do" Malleus commented.

 

"Right back at you" Leona rolled his eyes waving "Leona" away. Leona grimaced he wasn't sure how he liked this body, even given that he was supposed to be only borrowing it.

 

Azul watched from the sidelines. "Are they resolving to get along better now that they have something in common like Yuuta-san leaving?" He wondered.

 

"I wonder what Malleus's unique magic is" Leona thought staring at the pale hand hidden by black gloves.

 

It was probably something that completely overshadowed his own, like everything else about Malleus.

 

"Draconia!"

 

"Oh great seven what?" Leona snapped forgetting what Lilia said about keeping in their respective characters. Crewel took obvious offense to the response.

 

"Just because you are clearly salty about having to retake your third school year due to not showing up to the graduation ceremony, and your precious friend leaving, does NOT mean you can be disrespectful to me by not paying attention in class."

"Ah shit." Leona grumbled massaging his temples and knocking over a book.

"Oh fuck" he swore in agitation as the book made a loud this against the floor.

Later:

"So you didn't do anything stupid did you?" Malleus asked at lunch.

"Quit pestering me. As if anything could possibly damage your reputation" Leona retorted. His eyes scanning the meal options. He could ask Ruggie but that would be awkward. Asking Sebek.... Egh he'd rather get it himself.

"Leona" stared at the food blankly. As if silently confused about this area of the school cafeteria.

 

Leona chose to ignore him and grabbed what he read was hot wings. To Malleus's body it smelled appetizing or maybe he was just that hungry.

 

He felt eyes staring into him but didn't give Malleus the satisfaction of being acknowledged.

 

"Oh for the love of---" Leona groaned as the ominous staring feeling increased. He grabbed the closest thing to him which happened to be French fries. The ominous feeling went away almost instantly. Leona was tempted to turn around and say something but instead he moved on to the drinks where he could watch without making it obvious.

 

So naturally Leona had to do a double take when he saw Malleus get a salad.

 

"Don't say anything about what I'm getting. I didn't say anything about your food" Malleus glared at him.

 

Leona sat down at a random empty table. Immediately across from him Sebek, Silver, and Lilia sat down as well. 'Do they always--'

 

His thought was interrupted by "Leona" sitting next to him followed by a confused Ruggie.

 

That meant there were two empty seats left....

 

Leona didnt think he could be more confused until he put the hot wing in his mouth. Wasn't it supposed to taste spicy or something?

 

Eh it was meat so might as well.

 

Ruggie slid his gaze to Leona who ate his salad without complaint. Malleus ate one chicken leg, and made a face like he had a existential crisis for about ten seconds then it vanished. Lilia observed them both with a vague smile. Like he knew something the others at the table didn't. Sebek looked as though he wanted to ask if Malleus was alright, or if he wanted something else for lunch.

 

[Unknown Territory]

 

A figure suspended in midair in a position as though they were laying in a coffin. They wore the NRC uniform and clung to a pitch black stone in their hands. The figure had dark briwn hair that kept movibg slightly as if a gentle breeze was blowing it and every so often the pitch black gem glowed a lime green color.

 

"I... Won't let you hurt them..."

A staff that looked like a ornate clock minute hand started to swing down. Making a wide arc that seemed to be targeting----

 

"I won't let you interfere..!" A voice responded angrily.

 

"Let them stay as they are.... Happy... Even without me..."

 

"And yet you arranged things so they couldnt stop YOU either. What are you aiming for Yuuta Origami?"

 

NRC Campus... (Main Street.)

Malleus still in Leona's body walked up the familiar street he'd have to go down to get to the Ramshackle Dorm.

 

"Why did I come here? Yuuta is gone," he looked dejected.

 

"Oh my-- are you still fucking whining about that?" Leona in Malleus's body complained walking a few feet behind him.

 

"They were important to ME!!" Malleus argued.

 

"Tch!" Leona scowled and leaned against the base of the statue of the Sea Witch. "Fine just don't start crying or any of that shit you pulled last night," he muttered. 

*Chapter 2 End*

[fandomnerdespressourself]

Move!//06

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Hwa-young and Soo-jin were staring at each other until Soo-jin clapped her hands close to Hwa-young’s face causing her to flinch slightly and close her eyes, "Hey cheater." Hwa-young said in hushed tones. They both then went back to bantering and giggling. 

Gyeong-su sat nearby a wall looking down at a book to read it even though he would constantly turn the pages and skip some too.

Nam-ra was beside him deep in thought, she leaned up against the small stool in front of her. Besides her, Dae-su and Wu-jin were whispering to each other and bantering just like the other two girls. "Fuck you," Wu-jin whispered while smacking Dae-su's forehead. Dae-su who was distracted looked over at his friend, "Why'd you do that?"

"There was a fly." Responded Wu-jin.

Cheong-san looked over at On-jo but would occasionally also glance over at the outside. I-sak then moved away from where she was and went over to Cheong-san., “You talked to On-jo, right?... She told Su-hyeok she likes him."

"Okay, so?" 

"Why don't you go and comfort her? I keep trying, but you know."

"No, forget it." Cheong-san immediately shut down I-sak's suggestion.

"Why are you getting annoyed?" 

"Why does it have to be my business who she likes?" 

"Nevermind," I-sak said now annoyed by Cheong-san's attitude, and walked away going over to her best friend who was standing near the window. 

Soo-jin hushed covered Hwa-young’s mouth slightly and pointed towards I-sak who went back to On-jo, "shush, I wanna hear them."

"Nosy much?" Hwa-young mumbled as she removed Soo-jin’s hand.

"Shut up, we both know you want to too. Don't think I forgot you were off on the side hearing On-jo and Su-hyeok out in the hallway."

"Don't worry too much. I'm sure Su-hyeok and Min-jee will be just fine" I-sak said. On-jo looked away as she thought about what her friend was telling her, "He's a great athlete and super fast." I-sak told her, this time she left Min-jee out since the girl wasn't worried the most about her since she wasn't her crush. 

"Mhmm," On-jo nodded her head, I-sak then moved her hand and intertwined them with On-jo's as a sense of comfort for the girl. I-sak waited for a moment before speaking up again, "But, Cheong-san's being super weird. He's so annoying. I think... He's so into you. It's totally obvious!" I-sak told her best friend with a smile on her face. On-jo kept her eyes looking down outside, "I don't think so. He doesn't feel things like that. He's too busy teasing me all the time." On-jo then looked off to the side and down to I-sak's hand who's felt weird to her, "I-sak... Why are you so cold?" On-jo asked looking at her friend. 

"So cold?" Repeated I-sak in confusion about what the girl had meant. On-jo then brought up her hand and held it up close to her face pressing it against her cheek, "Your hand is really..." The girl trailed off and looked down at her friend whose nose had begun to bleed. 

"What about my hand?" I-sak retreated her hand and wiped her nose as she felt something trickle down. Smeared blood was on her hand. It was then that she remembered out in the hall when everyone was pushing back the zombies she felt something pinch her in her ankle. She didn't think much about it as she was too caught up in pushing back the zombies. 

Soo-jin glanced at Hwa-young as they both got up to get closer to the two girls, "I-sak..." One of them whispered.

"What's wrong? Are you-" I-sak kept wiping her nose even though more blood would flow out, “Nothing… I’m fine. Really. I wasn't bitten." As soon as those words left her mouth, they caught everyone's attention, "I mean it. I really wasn't bitten." 

"She was bitten." 

"What's going on?" Na-yeon asked as she looked up at the two girls and got up quickly, "Did you get bitten?" 

"I said I wasn't!" I-sak yelled and ran over to a mirror the science teacher had in his classroom they were in. On-jo felt as if her world was breaking down, she knew what this meant but another side of her wanted to ignore it. I-sak looked at herself and saw that the blood has dropped down to her chin. Her skin was turning sick and pale. Her eyes were beginning to become bloodshot and dilated. Gyeong-su walked over to her, "Hey. Are you okay?" I-sak didn't respond but instead looked off at her friends, her vision was red, "On-jo."

"I-sak."

They both walk towards each other, On-jo reached out and grabbed I-sak's hands. "No, right? I'm not, right?" The sickly pale girl said while giving her friend a small smile. On-jo stared at her with tears in her eyes not trusting her voice and instead moved forward and hugged her. I-sak pushed her away softly, "I'm not. I'm not one of them." On-jo just looked at her and went in for a hug again, I-sak was struggling as she was in denial.

"What are you doing? Get her out of here right now!" 

"Shit. They're going to climb over."

"Na-yeon, how many times do I have to tell you?! Shut the fuck up, look at what you did." Soo-jin whispered yelled and had the urge to go pull her hair but didn't as Hwa-young held onto her as she didn't want Soo-jin to leave her side as she stared at I-sak and On-jo. 

"No. Come on. I said I'm okay!" Everyone stared at the girl with sadness and fear. Cheong-san then walked up to them and pulled On-jo away from her. On-jo whimpered as she was pulled away far away from her friend. 

"On-jo," I-sak said before she fell on the floor.

"Let go," On-jo said as she struggled against Cheong-san. I-sak's body moved slightly, her bones were starting to shift around as they crackled underneath her skin. 

"Hurry up! Do something! Throw her out the window." 

"No. Let go." On-jo cried out as she tried to take off Cheong-san's hands off of her.

"Hurry! She's turning into a zombie!" Na-yeon kept screaming. I-sak rose and spasmed before turning away from them.

"I-sak, please don't." The now-turned girl stoop up and turned over to On-jo and Cheong-san. Everyone watched, Dae-su and Gyeong-su were taking care of the barricade so that it wouldn't fall over. 

"I-sak... I-sak, don't do this." Zombie I-sak growled and went towards them to attack. Cheong-san pushed On-jo away and pushed the zombie away with all his strength. The zombie stumbled, Cheong-san grabbed a stool that was nearby and hit the zombie with it. 

"Stop it, please!" Cheong-san fought against the zombie, he managed to push it away and grabbed another stool.

"Cheong-san!" On-jo screamed out, the zombie, and Cheong-san turned their attention to On-jo. Cheong-san quickly dropped the chair and ran to push the zombie away from On-jo. The zombie flew out but managed to grab the window's bottom side. Just as it was about to fall On-jo reached out and grabbed their hand. On-jo cried as she held onto her now ex-best friend. Cheong-san reached over and tried to remove her hand from them, "Are you crazy? Let go."

"I-sak." One student struggled to hold the zombie whereas the other was trying to get her to let go. The zombie dangled and moved around trying to get to Cheong-san and On-jo, "you have to let go." On-jo was sobbing as she still wanted to hold onto her friend even though her friend was snarling at her. Cheong-san looked over behind him as he heard Na-yeon say here, she had kicked a stool over at them. Cheong-san moved away to grab the stool and went back. He then began to hit the zombie on its arms to shake it off. With a harsh hit, On-jo let go and watched her turned-best friend fall. The zombie growled and clawed at the air as it fell. A harsh thud was heard. On-jo closed her eyes before she could see the body hit the ground. On-jo stood up still staring out, Cheong-san soon followed and turned to the girl, "On-jo." He called her out gently while moving his hand to her shoulder. On-jo stared at him and rather than saying something she squatted down and sobbed. Most stared at the girl, Hyo-ryung teared up as well as Hwa-young,  Soo-jin glanced down at her friend before looking away. Everything was silent for a moment besides the growls from outside. Two students now turned and two currently missing.

"Come block this!" Gyeong-su yelled out, Soo-jin went over to him with Hwa-young and both helped him. 

Soon everyone was sitting around quietly, Cheong-san approached On-jo who was being comforted by Ji-min and Hyo-ryung. Cheong-san knew nothing he said would help instead he turned away and look over at his friends that were struggling a bit. He looked around for a moment, and a sudden thought crossed his mind, "Let's go. We're not gonna last here long." 

Wu-jin looked at Cheong-san as he spoke still pressing his back against the desks and chairs stacked on top of each other, "Where would we go and how?" 

"The rope from earlier. Gyeong-su."

"Yes?... What?" Gyeong-su stared at Cheong-san confused about why he called him, "what is it?" Hwa-young glanced at him before shaking her head. Soo-jin was slightly confused until Hwa-young spoke up, "you want us to open the door a bit right?" She then looked at Cheong-san who was already staring back at her, "Yes."

"It's a bad idea."

"It's the only idea we have."

Hwa-young shook her head and grabbed Soo-jin’s hand to move her away a bit. Cheong-san walked up to them and stood next to Gyeong-su who had stopped holding the barricade. Both boys stood close by, "Open it just a little. Enough for the hose to fit." Gyeong-su sighed now agreeing with Hwa-young, "isn't it better to wait until the rescuers come?" 

"We could all die if we wait."

"This might kill us faster. If we-"

"Is waiting for someone the best thing we can do?"

"Screw it. I've never given my best at anything other than playing." Gyeong-su said before going to remove some things so that they could access the door easily. Slowly the door slides open revealing Cheong-san. He looked around and stuck his arm out to reach for the hose, just as he reached out a few seconds after he retreated his arm back as he heard a zombie walk by nearly stepping on him.

Cheong-san reached out two more times but ended up failing the third time all because another zombie walked by kicking the hose further away from his reach. Slowly he closed the door and stood up, immediately he went to go search for something he could use.

"Did you get it? Where are you going?" Cheong-san opened Mr. Byeong-chan's office and searched for something he could use, he saw an anatomical model. He detached its arm and went straight back to slide the door open quietly. He stuck its arm as well as his own and moved it around trying to get the hose. After struggling for a good few minutes and having the hose kicked away again, he finally managed to get it. Quickly he retreated his arm bringing it forward with the hose. Once he had it he pulled in the remains and shut the door. He backed up pulling the hose's rope in. Gyeong-su moved to help and told Soo-jin and Nam-ra to hold the door. Hwa-young went over to Cheong-san and helped them reel in the remaining hose until it stopped.

"Help make knots." 

"How?"

"Wrap it and tie it. So that a hand or a foot can fit."

"Big enough for a foot?"

Soo-jin stared at the rope in her hands, "It's best to do it zigzag."

Joon-yeong nodded, "tie them zigzag. In 50-centimeter increments." 

"Zigzag."

Ji-min looked at the pattern they were in and moved a bit to the side. 

"Is this right?"

"Move over a bit."

Soo-jin, Gyeong-su, Ji-min, and Cheong-san started to make knots on the hose.

"Good enough, right?"

Cheong-san finished and looked up at the remaining students, "Let's go." Everyone stared at him for a moment before moving. Gyeong-su grabbed a chair and placed it near the window. He then slid it open, Cheong-san who had the rope tossed it out carefully. 

"Can we make it?" Both boys looked outside over the edge. 

"We have to," Soo-jin mumbled.

"I'll go down and check the empty rooms. Come when I tell you to." 

"Be careful."

Just as Cheong-san was about to go he looked at On-jo who was sitting down staring down at the table. Hwa-young was looking at Soo-jin as they held the barricade, they were talking to each other in hushed tones. Nam-ra was listening to them as she stared at Soo-jin subtly.

"Hold it. What are you doing?" Gyeong-su looked back over at what he was looking at and turned to Cheong-san, "what are you doing? Go down."

Cheong-san pondered for a moment and stepped off back into the classroom.

"What?"

"Gyeong-su, you go first."

"Why? Did you see something?"

"No. You go."

"What's down there?" 

Wu-jin looked at Cheong-san and over to Gyeong-su, "Just go. Hurry."

"You go, then."

"Go already. Step up there."

"You should."

"Then you go, asshole."

"No. You can do it. You got this."

"Damn it." Gyeong-su climbed up and turned to face them, "But why am I-"

"Grab it and go."

"Rock, paper, scissors?"

"Just go."

"I mean..."

"Don't be a wimp."

"Hey. Hold on.." Gyeong-su lowed himself down grabbing onto the rope. 

"Where is it? Hold on."

"Can you reach it?"

"Wait, I can't."

"Put your foot in."

He looked down as he moved downwards making sure he held onto the rope tightly, correctly, and steadily, "Oh, I got it."

Shakily Gyeong-su climbed down, "Damn it. Where is it?" He carried on still struggling. A zombie in one of the classrooms ran over to him and growled a few others followed the zombie that was near the window, "Shit. You scared me. Damn it... I'll keep going" He slowly mumbled as the zombies knocked on the window. He then resumed his mission and climbed down. The bottom of the hose clunked onto the announcement room's window. Ms. Park looked up over at the tapping on the window, "What is that?" She mumbled to herself as she stood up and opened the door sticking her head out to see what it was. It was Gyeong-su who was still climbing down. 

………

Na-yeon looked over, "I want to go down first." Wu-jin and Cheong-san looked at her and moved her back, "One person at a time. You might fall if it shakes too much."

"I won't shake it." She looked over at the barricade and meet Hwa-young’s stare, Na-yeon then looked back at Cheong-san, "How long do I have to wait?"

"Just a little while."

………

Gyeong-su almost reached the end, he struggled to unstick his foot from the knots, "Shit. Why won't you come out." He said to himself and climbed. Ms. Park watched the person climb before recognizing who they were, "G-Gyeong-su!" Ms. Park called out and rushed forward to open the window.

"Ms. Park!" Gyeong-su squatted a bit once Ms. Park opened the window.

"Are you okay?"

"Hurry get in, be careful.” Ms. Park mumbled as she helped him in.

"Oh, right." He remembered about the other and stuck his head out, "Cheong-san! Ms. Park is here!" Cheong-san who was peeking over stood up to announce to the others that Ms. Park was on the second floor. 

"Second floor? The broadcasting room?"

………

"Are you okay?" Ask Ms. Park as she looked at her student.

"Yes," Gyeong-su said as he looked at her and outside.

"Were you with the others?"

"They're in the science lab. They'll come down now. Come down! Okay? Come down." 

Ms. Park looked outside facing up before going back in, she let out a small sigh of relief before hitting Gyeong-su, "seriously!"

Gyeong-su was confused, "what?" Hastily they both moved to look out of the window facing up. After a few minutes, Na-yeon arrived, "Careful. I got you. Hold on."

"Dae-su." 

"You're so heavy." 

"Careful." 

"Dae-su." 

"Ms. Park." Dae-su quickly hugged them and helped them bring in the others. Ji-min looked up at Cheong-san and Wu-jin, "Come down safely." She said before climbing down to go with the others, "Grab the window frame."

Hyo-ryung saw Ji-min leaving, reluctantly she got up and went to go down too, "Grab her."

"Let go."

Joon-Yeong climbed down and cried out a bit, "I have a cramp!"

"You okay?"

"Ah Joon-Yeong, right?" Ms. Park and Dae-su helped him a bit, "What's wrong?"

"Straighten your knee." 

"Don't bend his foot like that. Joon-Yeong, move your hand."

Once they helped him Wu-jin came, "Not my legs!"

"Watch out for your neck."

"Good. You did great."

Nam-ra left the barricade and went to the side to grab a pen and paper. She then wrote a small note for Su-hyeok and Min-jee telling them that they were in the recording room. Right after she wrote that she stuck it onto the wall where it was noticeable and glanced over at Hwa-young and Soo-jin before going over to the window to climb down, "Put your foot here."

"Nam-ra!"

Soo-jin looked at Hwa-young and nodded, she soon followed Nam-ra waiting for her to go into the room before climbing down, "Let go."

“Hwa-young!”

Soo-jin stared at the sticky note and gulped slightly. She looked over at the door that was beginning to open slowly as the zombies kept moving around. She looked over at the two remaining students, her eyes lingering a bit on On-jo before looking over at Cheong-san who was looking already looking at her, "We'll go down soon. Okay?" Soo-jin nodded telling them both to be careful, she also threatened On-jo a bit telling her that she expects her down there with them. Soo-jin climbed down carefully, after a few minutes Soo-jin arrived, "Go more down."

“Soo-jin!" 

Zombies were beginning to already push through the barrier, Cheong-san went over to On-jo and grabbed her hand to pull her up towards the rope, "Go down." On-jo pulled away looking down.

"I-sak..."

"Get it together. Who here hasn't lost a friend? Think of all the people who died. Why are you..."

"There's no one left that I like."

"There are people who like you though. Like your dad,  Min-jee, Hwa-young, Soo-jin, and..." Cheong-san stared at her as thought about who else to name although he didn't include himself for reasons, "You have to live for them." On-jo looked up at him. Cheong-san pulled up the rope a bit and looked at On-jo, "Let's go." On-jo nodded and soon began to climb down the window carefully. Cheong-san watched her and would occasionally look back, the door was now open wide enough for half a body to slip through. Cheong-san went up onto the window looking at On-jo climb down and back over to the zombies that broke through the door, "Hurry. Hurry up" Cheong-san soon made it and was pulled in, "Grab her. Okay"

"Watch your head." 

"Careful." On-jo carefully went in and looked back over at the window.

Cheong-san looked behind him moving himself to face the zombies that had piled in earlier when they broke the door. They were now standing and running towards him. One threw itself at him, and Cheong-san fell back with it. Two more threw themselves out in hopes of getting ahold of Cheong-san. Everyone stared outside of the window not moving to see if Cheong-san had made it or not. 

……………..

“Move.” 

“You move.” 

“Fine.” 

“Watch out!"

[awindylife-writes]

The Bar

Relationships: 10th Doctor x reader, Jack Harkness x reader (platonic)

Summary: Jack, the Doctor and you go to a bar. You are drugged and a man tries to take you but the Doctor luckily intervenes in time.

Warnings: attempted sexual assault, but nothing graphic

"C'm on guys, there's this really great bar on the far side of Kristella, the lnky Sky," Jack insisted. "They serve everything you could want to drink, they've got live music and there's a festival coming! It's like Halloween on Earth, but the whole planet does it. They've even got punch!"

You grinned, "Well, l'm in." Why not? You wanted to have the experience with the two best friends you had, and it wasn't just any day you could go to an alien bar.

The Doctor and Jack looked at you in surprise.

"What?" you glanced between them, eyebrows raised.

"I mean it's just..." Jack began, "l never thought you were a bar enthusiast."

"Oh, l'm not," you assured him. "I just don't see why we shouldn't go. I mean, we faced the Shadows of Onn just two days ago and then the whole icky Persistence Incorporated lot like, yesterday. A bar should be a nice change of pace, unless you really don't want to go, Doctor?" Both you and Jack turned to look at him and he rubbed the back of his neck under your gazes.

"Weeeell, if you insist," the Doctor shrugged his shoulders and Jack pumped the air, "Yes!"

"Aright then," you smiled. "Jack, what exactly do we want to wear?"

The TARDIS wardrobe awaited you.

~

So far, so good, you thought to yourself.

You had arrived at the bar and quickly claimed a stand-by table. You were lucky you had gotten it, there wasn't much space left. A band was playing, as Jack had promised, and there were enough people dancing to create a crowd. The music was alien and had some surprising metaphors, but there was a nice rhythm to it and you found yourself nodding along. You apprechiated the volume too, it was quiet enough to talk over it where you were standing.

The before-mentioned punch cost a laughable two Eeti and most took the generous opportunity, you included. Nevermind the Doctor and his "It smells funny" comments. Jack ordered something bright pink and alien at the bar while you scooped the punch into a glass. The Doctor stuck with apple juice.

It didn't take long for Jack to spot a cute guy at a table next to yours. You and the Doctor smiled knowingly when they started flirting across the way. Soon, Jack gave you a questioning look and you laughed. "Go on," you nodded your head towards the neighbouring table.

He smiled in grattitude and hugged you hurriedly. You patted his back.

"Go on, get outta here," the Doctor told Jack, voice warm.

"I want you back before noon, got it?" you levelled Jack's gaze in mock seriousness. He flipped you a salute before walking out, hand in hand with the guy.

The Doctor and you continued your conversation. As he rambled on about the rings of Ahknaten, you rubbed your eyes. Was it just you or was everything getting a little blurry? Maybe your alchohol tolerance was even lower than you had thought.

Then you noticed the Doctor was eyeing Jack's half finished drink, and you could tell he was curious.

"C'm on, Doctor," you grinned at him. "This is exactly the place and the time to try something like this."

He gave you a questioning look, and you nudged him with your elbow. "I dare you."

"Weeell, you see, now l just can't refuse. My honor absolutely cannot take a hit like this," he shook his head in mock offence, a smile playing at his lips. He carefully held the glass and took a tentative sip. His eyes widened in surprise.

"Ooh, is it any good?" You had to make an effort to sound chirpy. Maybe all the running was finally catching up to you, because you felt like you were about to nod off.

The Doctor cocked his head. "Actually, it's sweet. I didn't even consider alcohol could be sweet, didn't even think. Who made alcohol sweet? Brilliant invention I mean, if my taste buds have anything to say about it. It's not gonna have an effect on me, me being a Time Lord and all that, but l've never bothered with stuff like this, it didn't seem nearly as interesting as a new world behind the TARDIS door, but now that l consider it-"

"You're gonna go order another one?" You gently interjected his rambling.

"Mhm, yeah, l'll definitely order another one," he answered with a grin.

"Good for you. Oh, and you could go pay as well?" you suggested. You didn't think you would be ordering anything else, not with your head as fuzzy as it was.

He took the money out of his pocket (you had reminded him to get some before you'd arrived, it wasn't exactly like you, a human from Earth, had Kristellan currency on hand). "I'll be right back," he promised you and headed for the bar.

You didn't mind standing there at the table on your own, but it was a little akward. You felt like a sore thumb, standing out from the mixture of creatures around you. You watched the people at the edge of the dance floor, their shapes and colours blurring. Was that supposed to happen? You couldn't seem to take enough air in, though you tried to breathe deeply. The mist in your mind spread, and bit by bit it got harder to think. You stared vacantly at the moving shapes, trying to remember where the Doctor had gone. Why were your legs so weak?

Then there was someone at your side, holding your hand and asking you something. Something about dancing? You nodded, unsure what he wanted, and he grinned. Then he pulled you from the table, and that wasn't right. You were in the middle of the crowd now, and the green tinted man had his arms around you. What was happening?

~

The Doctor found himself staring at the punch bowl while he waited for his drink. There was something about it, something niggling at the back of his brain.

Then the air moved, and he could smell the scent of it again. But what was that, that tinge, something barely there, something like an acid? Something hydroxy... something with butan... hydroxybutan....

Y-hydroxibutanoic acid. The Doctor felt his blood run cold.

He whipped around and grabbed the unsuspecting barista by her wrist. "Listen to me, right now," he growled and her golden eyes widened. "That punch bowl is spiked, and everyone here could be in danger. Do something about it."

She nodded in horror so he knew she understood the urgency and turned to her colleague, her voice grave. He left all his money on the counter without a thought, he needed to find y/n.

~

When he arrived back at your table, you were gone. He looked around in panic. You had drunk the punch at least twenty minutes ago, which was definitely enough time for the drug to kick in. If anyone tried-

Then he finally found you. His hearts sped up. A man with his hand around you was pulling you through the crowd, towards the door. The Doctor saw your wobbling, unsteady steps, saw you still try to get the man's hands off of you.

White-hot fury exploded in his chest, it burned everything away. His hands tightened into fists at his sides and trembled with his rage. Blood rushed in his ears as he gritted his teeth into a snarl. This was it, this was what Daleks were afraid of. He ripped through the crowd withought a thought to anyone.

Upon reaching you, he pushed the two of you apart. The creep stumbled to the side but at once, the Doctor gently took you by the shoulders to hold you up. Yes, there was fury in him enough to scorch planets, but this was you.

Your eyes foggy, you tensed in his arms and shakily tried to break free, but he soothed you with a soft voice. "Hey, hey, it's me, it's the Doctor." You immediately stopped fighting.

"Doct'r," you slurred and fell into his chest, eyes half closed.

"What the hell, man?" the creep demanded.

The Doctor pressed you against his side and turned so he was holding you up the furthest you could be from the man who had tried to- No. He couldn't even think about it.

"Hey! Dont cockblo-" the turd came at the two of you but the Doctor grabbed his lapel and pulled him close. The creep's eyes went wide as he tried to break free.

It was easy, so incredibly easy to hold him in place. The Time Lord rarely used his full strength, always relayed on his mind, because he'd seen what war meant. But now the restraints were snapping like paper strings and the beast in him rattled its chains.

"You get one warning, just one. So listen closely," he growled in the turd's face. "Run. Run far and run fast, because if l see you, if l so much as smell you in the wind, l will find you, and l will teach you the meaning of hell." He suddenly released the creep who stubled from the force of it and scurried away, into the crowd.

The Doctor looked down at you and all rage evaporated. Your head was resting on his shoulder and you were leaning into him to stay upright. Your eyes were closed. He gripped you a little tighter and cooed, "Hey there. Let's get you home, aright?"

You hummed, only half-coherent at best, and nuzzled into him. Butterflies immediately filled his stomack, but this was not the time for that. He tried to take a step, but it soon became apparent that you couldn't walk.

The Doctor carefully lifted you into his arms and headed for the TARDIS.

~

When you two finally reached your room, he gently sat you on the bed where you wobbled a little but stayed upright. He kneeled down and unlaced your shoes. When they were off, he thought you would want him to leave, but then he felt your warm hand clumsily catch his.

"Stay," you mumbled and he looked up into your hazy eyes.

He felt his hearts beat faster at the soft look you gave him. He wanted to find that man and rip him apart, he wanted to give you the universe, wanted to wrap himself around you and never leave.

He could never refuse you.

"Alright," he whispered. He slowly stood up and pulled back the covers so you could get into the bed, then he took off his jacket and his shoes.

When he clambered in, he planned on staying away from you, but you found him and pressed yourself against him. You lay your head on his chest as your hands hugged his sides. When you nuzzled your cheek into his shirt and sighed in content, he felt something soft and warm spread through him. Of course he'd known you trusted him, but this- You were helpless, utterly helpless, and you trusted him to hold you. A thousand stars glowed in his chest as he put his arms around you.

A voice in his head told him he maybe shouldn't be enjoying this, considering the cause that had led you two here, but it was small and distant and not impossible to ignore. You were safe.

He nuzzled his cheek into your hair and fell asleep with you in his arms.

[12pt-times-new-roman]

c3e35

Xandis my absolute beloved, I love them so much

I WAS SO DISTRACTED I DIDN'T NOTICE THAT ASHLEY MOVED

that is certainly. A Choice.

"I can get you gold." "Fuck your gold." "Wait, but how much?" FCG is learning

Armand's relationship with Otohan was primarily because she was using him to pay people off, establish the Paragon's Call in Jrusar, and to make sure all the shipments went smoothly. He was expecting his name to be cleared and to rise in the ranks of his house in return. He was curious about Otohan's work, but knew that prying too far into it would be dangerous.

He had meetings with messengers and envoys in the Menagerie Coast, where he paid people to get certain cargo pieces onto House Treshi ships. This only happened a couple times over the years. From there, the shipments were distributed around Jrusar to obfuscate the movement of the shipments, and Jiana Hexum was one of Treshi's major contacts for this purpose.

Treshi is deeply afraid of Otohan and the people he's working with.

The Call seems to be "very death-obsessed." Which makes sense, I guess, given that their official deity seems to be the Duskmaven. But still. Weird wording on that.

"If I can be brought back, anybody can." Ashton??? what does that mean?

"Delilah Briarwood is dead... I didn't say she was gone."

This just in: Whäeeteystone

Sending to Keyleth: "Found the assassins. Found lead. But there are questions. One of ours... down. Strong ties to Whitestone. Please advise. Can you meet?"

Keyleth has business in Vasselheim, but "can meet shortly. Pick a tree."

....Chetney knows "plenty" of the Dawn Marshals of Vasselheim??

Sendings to Jiana Hexum: "Hey lady. FCG here. Ashton has a friend who died. We're proud that he has a friend. Can you help bring her back?" "Sweet little metal boy... what you ask is extremely difficult, and against the nature of fate. Maybe." "Creepy lady — what would it cost us, or what would you want in return? Ashton's very motivated, and I'm eager to please." "I certainly have a few ideas. Let's discuss, perhaps, over tea. What's the rush?"

We do not fucking leave people behind. Not you, not Laudna, not anybody. We're not fucking doing that, not anymore. "Ashton, are you going soft on us?" Yes, no, fuck— I need a drink. ashton.......bb.......

What the fuck is SHARED DREAM??? FCG??? This is 100% homebrew, it's not even a fucking reskin I don't think. Dream is a fifth level spell, so whatever this is has to be significantly less powerful than that (1st or 2nd level by the sounds of it).

"You hear a howl. A loud, arcing howl... and the howl is yours, beyond your control, an instinctual howl in that direction [of Ruidus]. You stop yourself mid-way and you see the fur pushing past the fingers, and then it's gone."

Airship combat! Airship combat!

Nope, nevermind, it's a sandstorm.

Airship skill challenge! Airship skill challenge!

Well.

FCG is..... somewhere.

And now Ashton is the only one left on the ship beside the crew.

Okay. That wasn't as bad as it could've been. The storm only lasts about 20 minutes, and they find each other easy enough.

Fuckin..... 28 AC? jesus christ.

oh Ashton is going to snap at Chetney soon. "Over here! They're dead, just leave them!" as Ashton is dangling from the bottom of a rope ladder attached to a speeding sky ship, reaching down to try and pull Fearne out of a collapsing sand dune. immediately after they gave a speech about not leaving anybody behind.

and to that point — something I felt like never really got touched on with the M9 was how sometimes jokes just are straight-up Not Okay To Make and I feel like the Hells are going to be a lot better about setting boundaries with each other

break time!

adksjdghflgf ANOTHER sand storm

okay, this one's behind them, they can outrun it this time using the cold front it's pushing forward

we're back in Jrusar!

Another skyship came in while they were docking— it was carrying passengers and cargo, and the name on it is the Herald's Breath.

I swear to god, if FCG's aversion to birds turns out to be because they were programmed to fight angels, I will be feral

"So many things are being learned, but I don't know by who" should be the Hells' tagline

"What you are asking for is an extremely rare and difficult ritual. The ability to bring someone back from the dead is a very lauded and sought-after technique, very few can perform this miracle, and those who do are very careful and meticulous with who they do it for. Otherwise, death would be merely an inconvenience."

Eshteross does have somebody who owes him a debt, and she would be able to transport the Hells somewhere faster than the Silver Sun could — Menaya Trei is someone who works with the people who oversee the infrastructure of Jrusar. If the Hells could find someone who would be able to bring Laudna back, he'd be able to call in the favor and get them there quickly.

With Treshi, the Hells could either take him to the city guard, which would deliver him anonymously, or directly to the Quorum, which would net them the bounty on Treshi's head but would also draw attention to them.

Sending to Keyleth: "We're still waiting. We still need your help. Is your business finished? I'm begging you. Orym is begging you." "I'm sorry. I believe I'm nearly finished here. I'll see what I can do. I don't fully understand what's being asked, but I'll try."

When Will and Derrig died, Keyleth tried to save them with revivify (or "pretty soon after"), but something went wrong and it didn't work. Something about the nature of what they did when they struck made it not work. Which is weird! Because Orym and Fearne were both also killed by Otohan but were revivified! so either this is a clever narrative explanation for the ritual failing, or it's an actual effect that the echoes have when they kill someone.

The first bit of fear they've seen from Eshteross is evoked when Orym mentions the Cerberus Assembly.

Otohan's title during the Apex War was "the Legend of the Peak."

Hexum's collection has been growing over the past few years, which is strange for someone "sitting on a stagnant fortune." This indicates that she's getting more than just the dunamis potions from the Assembly's shipments, or is keeping some of it for herself.

The Nightmare King was a "figure for hire" during the Apex War, playing both sides before aligning with the Stratos Throne and then going missing.

The "official position" of the Chandei Quorum is that the Cerberus Assembly is a "necessary evil in a world beset by all sorts of moral interests," but Sheshadri noted that the Quorum has no direct dealings with the Assembly, which is a claim that was not insight checked.

All said and done, with Treshi turned in, the Hells got 3.3k gold each (including Laudna and excluding FCG).

Ashton lore: Inside Ashton's head, Imogen fails a casting check and runs into a glass wall that looks like the speckled glass of their head wound. "Imogen. You stand before this glass, watching beyond, and as you watch this glass that divides the two of you, you watch as the speckled appearance begins to fill with this dull gray coloration, obscuring FCG on the opposite side. There, you glance into it, and you see stars. [Like, how far do they go? Does it look like I'm looking into space?] It looks like you're staring into the night sky, and as you focus, you push through the glass and feel like you're lost in an expanse of infinity. You see nebulas, you look down and you see Ashton just lying there, motionless. There's a shake and a shift of color and you see them standing, laughing. You see Ashton fully armored, clutching the bloodied body of someone as they crush it. You see Ashton destitute on the side of the street, hungry and starving, asking for help. Ashton on a ship in the distance pushing past a fog bank, Ashton wearing robes in a senate seat — you see so many different Ashtons, different, all held by a singular thread but none of them the one you know. You are lost in this chaotic moment, and it's beginning to shake more and more, and you feel a similar creeping fear of losing yourself like you did the first time you ran from the storm."

FCG is trapped in Ashton's mind.

Fearne can see Imogen and FCG inside the glass in Ashton's head because they're trapped inside their memories.

"I'm gonna just sort of... flex?" "It doesn't feel good. Everything hurts. Always." "There is strength, but there is pain. But to clarify — there is pain, but there is strength."

Okay they got out but holy fuck that was insane??? what is happening inside their head?? none of them the Ashton you know? like the first time you ran from the storm???

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Ashton." "Did you find anything? Please." "A lot. A lot of really weird fuckin' shit." "Thank you... thank you."

Of the Ashtons that Imogen saw, some had the fractures, some did not, and some had human skin. So whatever this did, it didn't just hijack his present and his future. It cascaded back through his past.

The shapes Fearne saw were "shapeless, yet familiar. It's strange."

So..... huh. Imogen getting pulled in to the expanse and seeing Ashton there (with an implied golden thread, since Matt described them as all connected by the same thread) is very similar to Caleb seeing the threads of fate in the beacon, but again, convoluted and twisted.

Sending to Delilah: "How do I bring her back? Tell me what to do. I'll do anything." The voice responds, fainter. Thin. Fading. "Whatever it takes. It won't be long now. I'm fading. And I'll take her with me."

Matt not calling it after that rest even though they were past 4 hours seems...... like he's trying to hit a particular story beat before the episode ends.

Orym succeeds his save against Kiki's scrying

Sending to Keyleth: "Are you in Vasselheim still? 'Cause you're about to have some company." "Uh, no, I'm — sorry, I'm trying to see where you are and was met with some interference. Where are you?" "We're in the Collective of Botan, in Jrusar, in Marquet. How much do you know?" "Okay, it's been a little while — got it."

SHE ARRIVES

"Well, come then. We need to speak with some... someone who can help you."

to..... Whitestone.

[marvelouspeterparker]

all worth it

pairing: tom holland x interviewer!reader

summary: tom is an actor, doing interviews is a part of his job. but there’s just something about you that makes him feel like the stress that comes with press tours and interviews is all worth it.

warnings: none, just fluff

notes: literally got this idea from looking at an onward interview gif (the one where he recites the lines from back to the future, iykyk) also imagine the pandemic never happened in this jfskgh

so tom loves his job, obviously

he gets to be his number one favorite superhero, make people happy, do what he loves, and more

but that doesn’t mean that there are no downsides to his career

there is actually a lot of stress that comes with being in the limelight and that includes people constantly watching your every move, being critiqued, questioned and put on the spot

and the perfect time for all this to occur? during interviews

now some of the time, interviews are nice, sometimes they’re even fun

but unfortunately a lot of the time, the same questions are asked in each and every one, one after the other, for hours on end and it honestly gets very boring and very draining very fast

so to be quite frank, he wasn’t expecting much when he walked into the next room for his last interview of the day

but when you walked in, he couldn’t help but perk up a bit

you were pretty and you seemed very nice as well, greeting everyone, including the crew as you made your way over to tom, jacob and zendaya

some of the interviewers would just walk straight to their seat and start the questions almost immediately, no warmth in their manners––but you, you were different

you shook each of their hands, smiling wide as you said hello

you couldn’t really contain your enthusiasm, you were a big marvel fan, and a fan of each of them, so you couldn’t tame your smile even if you wanted to

your energy was infectious and tom was more than grateful for it

when you reached him, he looked into your eyes deeply and you had to snap out of your daze before you made a fool of yourself

‘hello darling’ he licked his lips as he looked up at you, a gracious smile on his face and you blinked a couple times before responding

‘hi it’s––so nice to meet you, i’m a big fan.’ you turned to look at the others, ‘of all of you, really.’ 

they all ‘aww’ed and accepted your compliments, thanking you as you took your seat

when you were given the green light to start, you gave a curt nod to the crew behind the cameras and started right away

you were professional and good at your job, making the cast feel welcome and at ease after a long day of work

you told jokes, asked interesting questions that others hadn’t and since you were a marvel fan, you were able to ask specific questions that showed your genuine interest in the comics, the films, the plots and more

tom could feel himself getting more comfortable as the interview went on and the smile never left his face throughout the entire thing

when it ended and they turned the cameras off, you all felt a bit disappointed that you would have to say goodbye so soon, you were all having a good time and genuinely laughing so hard that your cheeks hurt 

you thanked them all for their time and jacob was quick to wave you off

‘no thank you––i think we can all agree that we saved the best for last today.’ he looked to his friends and they nodded along

zendaya chimed in ‘for real, this was fun.’

you smiled, honored that you managed to make their day a little better and tom spoke up quietly, making you turn to look at him

‘yeah this, this was really great. thank you y/n.’

you could feel your cheeks heating up but you nodded, smiling as you tried your best to calm your raging heartbeat ‘my pleasure’

tom would have loved to speak with you more afterwards honestly, but unfortunately as soon as he exited the room, he and his friends were being ushered towards the next location for the day, preparing for the long week they still had ahead of them

though you had hoped to see more of tom, you only had one interview with him, so you wouldn’t be seeing him any time soon

or so you thought, anyway

your boss surprised you with a chance to go to the premiere, and interview some of the cast and other actors on the red carpet of course (since you were there for work)

you honestly thought that if tom did see you, he would only give you a small wave, maybe a slight head nod at best since you’d already interviewed him, but to your surprise, when he saw you, he smiled immediately and made his way over to you, swerving away from his entourage (which consisted of his brothers, assistant, and others you didn’t recognize)

‘hi love, how are you?’ 

his eyes were shining under the bright lights on the carpet and there were hundreds of shouts and conversations going on around you, but he somehow managed to make you focus only on him, from his voice and presence alone

‘good! how are you? you excited? nervous?’

he laughed, tilting his head, ‘both, but you know, i’m really proud of this film and i’m ready for people to see it’

you didn’t have much time to talk since there were plenty of other interviewers, journalists and on top of that he had to take pictures so you wished him good luck and he thanked you genuinely

‘i have to run, but be sure to tell me what you think of the movie afterwards, yeah? i know you’re a marvel fan, wanna see if it lives up to your standards’ he winked and you stuttered for a bit, agreeing as he walked off 

you were shocked that he wanted to hear your opinion, but granted there was a camera on you both, which you might have forgotten about while you were talking

but you couldn’t help but think, was that flirting? does he really want to know what i think?

you tried to push the butterflies down and focus on the film as you watched and honestly, it was easy to forget about everything else once you looked at the screen

the film, the plot, tom––everything was so captivating and entertaining, you couldn’t look away even if you tried

it wasn’t until after the film had ended, and you’d stayed for both end credit scenes that you realized you had no way of contacting tom

surely he would have things to do after this, after parties maybe? so you most likely wouldn’t see him outside

and it’s not like he followed you on instagram––he probably wouldn’t even see your dm if you sent one

as you were on your way out, thinking about all this, you felt a hand tap your shoulder and you turned, a smile on your face

but soon realizing it wasn’t who you’d hoped, you tried to not let the disappointment show on your face but as you looked clearly, you realized the man looked familiar

‘hi’ he smiled, ‘i’m tom’s assistant’ you nodded, greeting him a little confused

‘tom’ he started, pulling a piece of paper out of his pocket, ‘wanted me to give you this’ he handed you the paper and you opened it, feeling your stomach jump when you realized a number was scribbled on it, signed -tom ;)

without even realizing, you stared at the ink on the paper for a few seconds silently before his assistant snapped you out of it

‘he wanted you to know that he’s not a dick and he would have come if he could’

you laughed and looked up at him

‘honestly he felt really bad he couldn’t come himself, trust me.’

you nodded and put the paper in your bag, ‘thank you, i’ll be sure to use this’ you smiled

he smiled too, ‘tom hopes you will’ 

you had a feeling that tom would be busy that night, and probably hungover the next morning, so you waited a couple of days before contacting him

and during those two days, tom was honestly freaking out inside...and outside

were you not interested? was he too forward? did he do something wrong? did you get the wrong idea of him?

he was even texting harrison, jacob and zendaya about it in their group chat

tom: i’m an idiot aren’t i

zendaya: yeah but we already knew that

tom: 😑

harrison: i’m sure she’ll text you, maybe she’s just busy

jacob: yeah man, you’re a total catch

jacob: and anyway if she doesn’t want you, i’ll have you 😏

tom: thanks babe 😘

zendaya: i’m just gonna go––

tom: but anyway, i don’t think i’ll ever shoot my shot ever again because this is just embarrassing

not even a full minute passed before the he send the next text 

tom: nevermind she just texted me

tom almost dropped his phone when he saw the message pop up

maybe: y/n: hi tom! this is y/n :) i’m free to give you my thoughts on the movie when you are

you felt like you were going to be sick when you hit send on the message––you didn’t want to bother him, it’d been several days, what if he changed his mind? 

and you––nevermind he responded immediately

tom: hi darling :) i’m glad you used my number 

tom: i’m free to talk now actually, we could facetime if that’s easier? only if you want, of course

you paused when you read his text, luckily you had showered and gotten dressed today so you didn’t look a mess but you opened the camera just to check if you looked alright

were you really about to facetime tom holland?

when you finished fixing your hair, smoothing down your eyebrows and licking your lips, you swallowed your nerves and replied

y/n: sure, i’d like that

he took a deep breath and hit the call button, eagerly waiting for it to connect when you answered

when you both came into view, you smiled, greeting each other shyly

‘was a little worried when you didn’t call me that night’ he admitted sheepishly

your brows raised, surprised ‘oh i just––i assumed you would have been busy you know, after parties and all that’ you laughed and he joined you, a small smile on his face

‘darling even if you called me during the party, i would have left just to talk to you––missed hearing your voice honestly’ 

when you paused to answer a blush coated his cheeks and you couldn’t help but think how cute he looked

‘sorry was that lame?’ he laughed nervously and you shook your head, biting your lip to suppress your smile

‘no––that was, really sweet actually. i––like talking to you too, it’s really nice’ 

soon you get to talking about the actual movie and you couldn’t stop the praises from flowing

‘honestly it was incredible tom, you were incredible, i loved it’

‘thank you love, i’m really glad you enjoyed it, i was hoping you would.’

and the way that tom smiled bashfully and blushed, even pointing the camera away from his face to hide at one point had you swooning more than ever

after that, you and tom texted here and there, sometimes even facetiming, and he wouldn’t hesitate to compare you to his other interviewers and even tell you about it

‘had an interview today, can’t even compare it to yours, love’ 

you just rolled your eyes, a smile on your face ‘oh shut up, tom’ 

you talk often but due to both of your busy schedules, months go by before you see each other again

you run into him at red carpets for other marvel movies, and there’s never a dull moment between the two of you

‘‘there’s my favorite interviewer’ his smile was wide as he walked up to you. ‘you excited for this one?’

you scoffed, fully having a conversation with tom as though you weren’t on camera ‘of course i am, it looks amazing’

‘even better than my movies?’

you raised your hands in surrender, ‘legally, i can’t answer that’

he put a hand to his chest, acting dramatically offended ‘wow well, i guess it’s time for me to go then’

‘at least save me a seat?’ you joked

‘you know i will’ he smirked

by the time ‘the devil all the time’ press came about, you hadn’t told tom that you were assigned to interview him, honestly it was a last minute schedule change 

honestly, he’d gotten good at hiding his bad moods from the public, but you’d known him for enough time now to be able to see when he wasn’t at his 100%

which is why you could see him visibly brighten up when he walked into the room and saw you

‘what are you doing here?’ he asked, clearly (pleasantly) surprised as he hugged you 

‘uh, my job?’ you joked, ‘you didn’t actually think i only interviewed for the mcu did you?’

he blushed, ‘well i uh––no, obviously not’ he said unconvincingly but you brushed him aside as you got ready for the interview

once you started, tom couldn’t help but smile as he watched you, you were just really good at your job and he enjoyed being with you, even when it was for work

‘so obviously audiences are used to seeing you as peter parker, a rather lighthearted character, despite all the hardships he’s had to face––would you say approaching a character as dark as this was challenging in any way? mentally, emotionally, or just in regards to the fact that the public would be seeing a new, more sinister, villainous side to you?’

‘i mean it was a little daunting, definitely. but i was excited to sort of branch out mentally and challenge myself emotionally for this role––the story was fascinating to me and i was just so proud to be a part of this project, i tried not to think of any downsides.’ 

he paused and licked his lips, a glint in his eyes. ‘and honestly, we all have a little bit of a dark side, don’t we?’ 

you paused. of all times to flirt––

‘well hopefully not to the same extent of your character,’ you joked and thankfully the conversation smoothly transitioned elsewhere

now the fans took notice of your bond with tom

they noticed that tom seemed to smile the brightest and laugh the loudest during your interviews, even jumping into other conversations and answers to questions that were directed to his costars

there were dozens of videos, hundreds of edits––

‘tom falling for his interviewer for 9 minutes straight’

and you’d seen them––it was sort of impossible for you to not

you’d been tagged in so many of them, even your friends sent them to you

i mean you weren’t blind, tom was attractive and he did make your heart flutter but you assumed that he didn’t want a relationship since his career was only progressing, skyrocketing either––it would probably be difficult to maintain a solid relationship, or maybe he just wasn’t interested in you so you said nothing

it wasn’t until he had a break from filming that he asked you to hangout, and still you thought nothing of it, until he asked what time he should pick you up

you paused, and he even thought that you froze when really you were just processing what he said

‘like a––date?’ you asked hesitantly

he smiled, scratching the back of his head nervously, ‘yeah? yeah i––like a date.’

you smiled, ‘i would love to tom. but aren’t you worried about pictures spreading online? headlines and all that? i wouldn’t want to add any more stress––’

‘i promise love,’ he interrupted your worried rant, ‘you make it all worth it.’

[thekillingjoke-haha]

We’re Batshit Crazy

@spnquotebingo​ Word count:1,609

Summary: Love isn't all that perfect sometimes love is crazy especially when the Hero is in love with said crazy.

Gotham AU

Jason Todd(Jensen Ackles) x Villan!Reader

Enemies and Lovers (none of that "to" bs)

Gotham Recasting: Batman=John, Dick Grayson(second Robin not first) =Sam ,Tim Drake=Adam, Joker(ledger style)=Lucifer, Harley Quinn=Lilith,ect.

Warnings: Mention of death, blood, guns, and violence

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The mad laughter rung out into the night sky as the purple Lamborghini hit corners with violently sharp turns. "Oh puddin I just love family night!~" The pale platinum blonde giggled as the man with green dyed hair licked his smiling lips. A bubble of laughter came from the back seat he turned around to see his princess looking out the small back window. "Batsy batsy batsy" Her low/high pitched giggle caused a crazy chain reaction as the bat mobile hurried to catch up. "Always ruining our fun,huh,princess?" The clown king shifted his gray-ish blue order into the mirror grinning making the scars on his face raise into a sinister smile at the look of pure chaos in his daughter's e/c eyes. "Not tonight! Not on my birthday!!" She said as she smiled reaching under the seat to pull out a Tommy gun. Climbing to the front seat sitting on her mothers lap she leaned out the passenger window. "Go back to the Rat cave your not gonna put a downer on my weekend!" Y/n yelled shooting off round towards the tires,windshield,and headlights.

The mobile didn't seem to have a scratch as as a motorcycle pulled up beside it. Slipping back in the car the younger women pouted looking at get parents. "He called his little birdie no doubt the replacements in the car." Y/n huffed as she dug around for more fire power. "Puddin we have a visitor.~" The red mask gazed at us as he lifted a forearm pistol. Shots were fired and Joker took a hard right almost like tron the motorcycle quickly turned into a ally to avoid being hit. "Sorry Princess might have to cut tonight shot." He said licking his lips as a thump came from the roof making the youngest clown snarl her eye crazed as she shot above her as the purple car swerved wildly. "YOU'RE RUINING MY BIRTHDAY,BATS!!!" Y/n cackled madly a mixture of her parents laughed till the magazine ran out.

They got to one of their warehouses where Jokers men were armed to the teeth. The clown mask had black soulless eyes and immediately fired the moment the batmobile entered. Y/n skipped out of the purple Lamborghini she got on her tippy toes and kissed her dad on the cheek. "I got the hooded punk. Can you clip the bats wings for me...a little present?!" He laughed as he armed himself with a shotgun. "Anything for my princess." The f/c sf/c female clown skipped away knowing that the motorcycle riding vigilante was hot on her tail. That's how she found herself on the roof tops jumping the gaps as heavy footfalls followed. Her loud laugh echoed as she leaped to a smaller building hiding behind a vent the moment the brown leather jacket came into view she tackled the tall man. They were both panting as a grin pulled on the clowns lips.

Y/n POV

"Caught ya,Jay bird." I giggled pulling of the helmet his apple green eyes covered by a second mask stared at me he chuckled as his hand slipped above his head in mock surrender. "Yeah you caught me,beautiful." Leaning down I kiss him my hands pushed into his cheeks my thumb running over the scarred J. We've been dating for awhile now ever since dad kidnapped the second Robin at seventeen. I was fifteen at the time and dad had me at his side as he tortured him.I was always there to stitched him up and put burn cream after shock therapy I didn't know how we got attached maybe because he wanted to rebel a little by talking to me or someone around his age saw the same if not worse shit.

Six years ago(Y/n 15 Jason 17)

"Why are you helping me?" Looking up his head was strapped down along with his arms and legs. I shrugged my shoulders I knew who he was if I wiped off the make up and temp dyed my hair I was the honor student in the same class as him. Jason Todd anyone with eyes had a thing for him,but after removing his mask it wasn't hard to piece together who the bat fam is. "I know what my dad has planned for you Jay. This is just a band-aid on a gunshot wound and might I say that's very unhelpful." This was the first I spoke to him and it wasn't long before Dad beat him to death.

Two years later.

I sat in the back of the car as Frost drove. We just left the cemetery. "Why are we doing this,n/n." He asked looking in the rear view mirror at me. I'm seventeen now my thoughts screamed at me. Why was I trying to bring him back? "Because I crazy that why!" I giggled as we grew closer to the lazapit. He was dressed in a black suit with red tie his body sunk into the water as I waited. A loud gasp drew my attention as he shot up a white streak in his hair. "Heya sleeping beauty." Looking over in shock he lowly made his way looking like a baby deer. "I'm alive,but h-how?" His green eyes looked at me. "A Ghoul owed me a few favors I just asked to use his fountain of youth." Handing him a towel and some clothes. "Sorry about the outfit,but Arkham does have one size fits all." Jason chuckled as he started to dry off.I realized why I brought him back. I was crazy about him.

Two more years later(two years ago)

Jason wanted to stay dead he didn't go back to His dad and brother after he realized that neither of them tried and save him. It was sad to see,but it brought Jason closer to me and he started to trust me and I gave trust in return. Blood coated my hands while some was on my face. Looking at Jay some was speckled on his cheeks taking the pockets square out of the mobsters coat I wiped it off he looked down at me his arm slipped around my waist pulling me closer my breath hicked. "Will you be my girlfriend,my little jester?" A large smile grew on my face as my arms went around his neck pulling him down further. "Gladly,Jay bird." I kissed him not caring if my lipstick stained his lips and he didn't seem to care either as the kiss grew more intense. We shared our first kiss at nineteen surrounded by dead bodies as sirens and the unmistakable sound of the armed batmobile. At least he's as crazy about me as I am about him.

One year ago. (Jason POV for a sec)

I came to Bruce I hate to admit it but I needed advice about the one think he knew best. Women. It was just a couple of months ago he found out I was alive and shocker he managed to drive Dicky boy to Blüdhaven to get away from him to get his own image and not just Robin. Oh and surprise surprise when out of robins he had a spare like a tire and it's name was Tim. Nevermind that I stood across from Bruce in his home main office he had a frown on his face. "You're dating someone and its serious and I didn't know about it?" He asked trying to deduct everything. "I've been dating her ever since I came back. As strange as it might sound,but I want us to be something more." That's when the billionaire playboy stood up standing just a inch shorter then myself.

"Life is short Jason and you've experienced that first hand if you feel that both of you are perfect enough to be more then go for it." Perfect wasn't realistic nothing was ever perfect my life isn't perfect her life sure as hell isn't she's the clown princess I'm a bat son. Maybe that what makes us so good together the fact that it would have never really happened any other way life is just crazy like that.

Present

Staring into those vexing green eyes always brought me back. We're both twenty-one him being older only by a couple of months. "Happy birthday,gorgeous." His voice brought me back as my smile grew. We were standing up now he held a box wrapped in my two favorite colors. "Awe you shouldn't have." I grab it and opened it a gun was inside it was red and gold revolver it looked like my moms love/hate gun,but it said King/Queen. Looking at Jay I reached to hug him when suddenly he dropped to one knee pulling out a box with a beautiful f/c ring and ruby gem. "This feels over due. You took care of me when I was considered enemy number one. You brought me back from the grave when my own family didn't try. And this might sound stupid,but I had a crush on you in middle school you were one of the only people that didn't give me pity after Bruce adopted a street kid." He licked his lips as he gave of a small smile. "Together we are far from perfect, but we are good. You complete me...Y/n M/n Napier become my queen?" My eyes glossed over with tears my make up running down the pale foundation. "Oh my god of course!!!" I jumped into his arms hugging him tightly before letting him slip on the ring. "I love you." "I love you more crazy." I chuckle it sounded watery in my throat. "If I'm crazy then that makes two of us. You wanted to marry me." Yep we're both batshit crazy.

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A/n: Quote= We are far from perfect, but we are good. ~Supernatural

Is it just me or does Jensen look fucking hot as Red Hood?! I'm mean he's definitely a reason to move to Gotham

Well first crossover AU in my bingo card

[siimjaeyun]

blue bag- jay park

genre: fluff, angst, bad boy au

tw: street violence, mentions of gangs

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Jay's reputation at Belift wasn't exactly a secret to most people. The loose uniform with the leather jacket, covered bruises, and exposed tattoos were noticeable to anyone who bothered to pay attention.

Most people would like to assume to not judge him by his appearance, but his character matched it to a tea. He never bothered to give anyone the time of the day, much less even look in their direction. The only people who received such privileges were his closest six friends.

Or anyone who dared to cross his path- including the slight punches he's thrown at the occasional classmate.

But people couldn't see behind his intentions. Like the time he almost beat one of uppers to a pulp when they tried picking on jungwon his first year. All good intentions.

On this fateful day, the teacher had thought a slight change would mix things up. Instead of placing Jay in the back by himself like usual, he placed him right beside you.

"Hi Jay!" Your warm welcome startled him to say the least. Sure, he was used to love letters by other girls, but you didn't really look at him that way.

He stayed silent and placed his head back onto the desk. At the end of class, you bid him goodbye and walked out with your friends who seemed to tattle over him almost immediately.

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After yet again another argument with the rivaling gang leader, he finds himself cornered in the back of an alley way. Maybe it wasn't the smartest idea to think you could fight five men at once.

Tired, and out of breath, he's barely holding onto himself before there's a final blow to his lower stomach, collapsing onto the ground before him.

The men are about to approach him, this time, aiming towards his back, but retreat at the sounds of a siren.

"Here, hurry! They might come back." He looks up and finds it's you, carrying a bag in one hand and reaching out towards him with the other.

"Get lost." Jay, who is too stubborn to ask for help, attempts to get up before his knees give up on him.

"You can't walk. Stop being a bitch and let me help you." You swing his arm over your shoulder, and pull him up, guiding him towards the exit of alley way. At the closest convenience store, you rest him on a bench, bringing a towel to his face to wipe off the blood from his brow and lip.

"How did you see me?" He barely manages to ask.

"I didn't know it was you until I saw your face, which is very beat up by the way." He observes quietly and patiently waits for you retreat the towel from his face, slowly admiring the way you move your eyebrows while humming a small beat. 

“I’m done. I’ll call a taxi to take you home so you can finish up. I’m going to assume this isn’t the first time you get beat up.” Jay, snapping back to reality, stands up quickly and blocks your view of the street. 

“I can manage. Now go home.” He nods towards the direction of the grand city. 

“You can barely walk. Either I take you home, or text someone to come pick you up.” Jay immediately takes the second option, and searches quickly for his phone before realizing he must of left at it home. 

“Go ahead, call the taxi.” He mutters under his breath. The bright lights signal to him that he has arrived, and in silence, you drop him off, and leave, not letting Jay even look back and say a quick ‘thank you.’ 

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If Jay didn’t know any better, it’s almost as if nothing had occurred yesterday. He’s still wearing his black mask to cover up his bruises, but you walked in with a smile and the same welcome from the past two weeks. 

Usually, he would turn the other way or not even bother to look at you, but his slight nod was reassurance enough. 

At the end of class, he was almost the last to leave, given that he had woken up from napping the entire class. Rather than seeing the empty room he was used to waking up in, he saw you again in front of him, holding a blue bag. 

“Here. Eat well okay?” You left the bag onto his desk and walked out again before he could respond. He stuffed the bag into his backpack and went towards the lunch room he was used to meeting his friends in. 

“Jay’s late and beat up. What a surprise.” Sunoo’s snarky comment doesn’t catch him off guard, and instead pulls out the blue bag from his backpack and rests it on the table. 

“Oh? Jay brought lunch? Quick, let’s rate his cooking skills.” Before Jay can react, Heeseung had already snatched it from the table, pulling out a Tupperware with a sticky note on top. 

“Who’s y/n? And why did she call you a loser?” Heeseung asks, opening the container to a bento box. 

“No one, now give it back.” Jay takes back the container, almost admiring the contents inside. 

It was the first time his heart began to take notice of you. 

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Everyone was quickly suspicious about Jay’s relationship with you. It all started with him publicly going to you and thanking you for the food. Then it was the constant good mornings when you would welcome him at the beginning of class. Then it was the morning coffee, and walking you to class in the morning. He was practically stuck to you when he wasn’t with his friends. 

“You know, I think Jay likes you.” One of your friends mentioned casually, causing you to roll your eyes. 

“Stop taking those rumors too seriously, he’s just paying back a favor.”

Yet, your friends weren’t the only ones who were beginning to notice. Most noticeably, Jay’s very own friends. 

“Sunghoon, I don’t like her, so can you shut up?” Jay, almost irritated by the constant confusion of emotions. 

“So, you wouldn’t mind her being so close with Sunoo?” Jake points at your direction. You laughing and trying to hold yourself together while punching Sunoo in the arm. 

“No. Of course not." Yet, he still finds himself burning holes into Sunoo's skull as he sees you wrap an arm around his neck to pull him into a head lock.

It seemed as if that was the last straw because in the next moment, Sunghoon was attempting to prevent Jay's next big mess.

"Get your hands off him." Jay commands, catching not only your attention, but those around him as well.

"Relax Jay, she's just playing around." Sunoo gets himself out of the head lock, and looks at your face who's been cleared of any laughter.

"I'll see you later Sunoo." You can't even look at Jay in the eyes before walking off with another friend.

"What's wrong with you? You know she wasn't hurting me!"

"Don't talk to me right now Sunoo." Jay storms off in the opposite direction while Sunoo turns his head to the side at Sunghoon.

"Am I going to die?"

"Not yet anyway. I think if you stay off y/n, maybe it'll extend your life line." Sunghoon states honestly.

"What do you think would happen if I told him she's my cousin?"

"I don't know but I've never seen Jay so..like this. Its a good look on him."

However, Jay is his full fledged rage, begins to shove everyone in his way including a poor freshman who happens to fall in front of your locker.

"Jay what the fuck!? Are you okay?" You crouch down and reach your hand out, giving Jay a bitter feeling.

"Is this how you catch men? You pretend to be the good guy?"

"Excuse me?" You repeat, shocked at Jay's sudden attitude.

"Nevermind just stay away from me? Got it?" You don't even process the words before he dashes off, ignoring his friends who are attempting to catch his attention.

"Sunghoon, what's his issue ?" Sunghoon only let's out a heavy sigh before shrugging his shoulders.

"It's not my business, but I can assure you that anger won't end well."

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And it just so happens that Sunghoon's response was quiet accurate considering Jay's familiar situation. He's been long enough member of his gang to know what territories they're not exactly welcomed.

Yet, he doesn't care and does so anyway because anything is better than having to imagine you with some one else.

"Haven't seen you in a while Jay, must have been busy hmm." The leader mocks him, but it only infuriates the pent up anger within him causing him to land a punch at his gut.

"Don't test me." And as if history repeats itself, he finds himself once more cornered in the back of an alley way. With the collection of bruises forming on his stomach, one could tell he was a kick or two away from a good surgery.

"Jay! Stop!" He curses himself mentally when he watches you run towards him.

"You better leave pretty one...I mean unless..." He approaches you, reaching for your chin to tilt it sidewards, leading to Jay using his last strength to push him off you.

"Don't touch her." Jay grits his teeth, earning a smirk that quickly turns into a frown at hearing the sound of police sirens.

"You got lucky this time." He flees the scene leaving you again with a bloodied up Jay.

"You promised me to not fight anymore!" Jay chooses to ignore you and limps away to a nearby post.

"And I told you to stay away from me y/n. I don't need people like you to worry about me because they pity me" He responds.

"How am I not supposed to worry when you left so suddenly? One moment we're good and the next you're mad at Sunoo and everyone?" You place him on the stair case while getting your first aid kit ready.

"How am I supposed to stay away when you worry me? Do you have any idea how fast I ran here with this when Jake told me you weren't at your house?" You continue to apply a bit of alcohol on his open cuts.

"I'm sorry, I was upset. I saw you with Sunoo earlier and I don't know what came over me. Sunoo is so darn perfect, and what about me? I was afraid you'd leave me." Jay mumbles the last part quietly, but you manage to hear it well.

Without much hesitancy, you press a light kiss onto his bruised and swollen lips. He gasps slightly but manages to wrap his arms around your waist.

"I'm not leaving okay, I'm here to stay if you want me to." Jay grabs you and pulls you in for a hug, resting his face in the crook of your neck.

"Please stay." He mumbles, letting his grip on you get stronger. He stays there for a while, before looking at the blue bag in your hand.

"What's this?"

"I brought some dinner because I figured you would be too lazy to do it yourself and end up eating frozen nuggets again." He smiles slightly before admiring your features.

"I really like you y/n.." Jay confesses, still in the position of hugging you.

"I like you too Jay...I really do." A grin forms on his face and he drops another kiss on your cheek before leading the way out.

Perhaps Jay wasn't exactly perfect, but you always knew he was more than ready to love and learn by your side.

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a/n: this has been sitting in my drafts haha, but I figured we could all use a little fluff with everything going on :( <3

[theres-an-impulstor-among-us]

Acting Out

so this was inspired by the stream Tango did on 29/06/21. first of all, go watch it bc it’s one of the best streams i’ve ever seen. extremely entertaining. and this thing does contain spoilers for it.

but essentially my brain went “what if that stream… but angst?” and so this was born :)

…

Tango trudges all the way back to the boatem village, with nothing but unenchanted iron armour and a nearly broken iron sword. The whiplash of emotions he’s experienced tonight has all but drained his energy AND his inventory. Now, he has nothing left to lose.

Tango steps out of the portal and immediately heads for Impulse’s house. He digs through the chest that holds the random pieces of enchanted diamond armour that Impulse looted from the End and puts on a full set, not even bothering to check the enchantments. As he heads outside, he happens to glance over and spot an empty area that he knows used to hold something important. “Oh, wow, look at that. Nothing there.”

“Hi,” says Pearl cautiously, appearing from near her house. “Um… isn’t that Impulse’s armour?”

“Maybe.” Tango’s tone oozes with passive-aggression. “By the way, that’s a great area over there. A real great area. Nothing built there, not even lit up.”

Pearl follows his gaze and glances back at him, realising what he means. “Oh, uh…”

“Tango?” Impulse approaches them, glancing warily between the two. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m here for my stuff,” Tango replies. “Is that too much to ask? Are you boatem folk in the habit of murdering people and holding their stuff hostage forever?”

“I’ll remind you that not only were you the one to kill first, you were also the one to steal first,” retorts Pearl.

“I just wanted Scar’s hat. What’s the big deal?” Tango shoots Impulse a scowl. “Where did Timmy go?”

“What?”

“Timmy. The pig. Lived in an amethyst hut. Sound familiar?”

“Oh! Uh…” Impulse shoots a worried look at Pearl. “He’s… um… He’s fine. We… We just…”

“Just what?” Tango takes an aggressive step closer to Impulse, before shaking his head and turning away. “Oh nevermind, don’t worry about it. All fine.”

“Tango, you’re scaring me,” Impulse says slowly. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah! Yeah, all good!” Tango gives an exaggerated grin. “I’ve only died, what, five times in the last half hour? Lost all my gear twice, gained and lost an unspeakably important advantage, and now I’m back here and it turns out my best friend may have murdered my pig? That’s nothing. I feel nothing.”

“I think it’s time for you to leave,” says Pearl firmly. “We’ve all gone a bit too far tonight but it’s time for you to go home. I’ll drop your stuff off tomorrow.”

“What, giving up?” Tango says tauntingly. “We didn’t even get to fight properly today, Pearl.”

Pearl’s voice hardens. “That can be arranged.”

“Pearl-,” Impulse starts.

“I’m sorry, Impulse, but he’s barged in here uninvited twice tonight and now he’s waltzing around in YOUR armour. I can’t just let that slide.”

“Ah, I think I’m just gonna go.”

Tango starts to walk off but Pearl steps into his path, drawing the string back on her bow. “Tango, leave Impulse’s armour.”

“Oh, you want me to leave it? I’ll put it back right where it belongs.”

He moves close to the boatem hole and throws a couple of apples into it.

“Stop it! Just give the armour back.”

Tango just grins at her. “But I’m putting it back where it belongs.”

“I will push you in this hole,” Pearl threatens. “Is that what you want?”

“Go ahead,” Tango taunts. “Hit me in. It’s only Impulse’s stuff and a bunch of crappy iron gear. Do it.”

As Pearl hesitates, Tango lunges for the bow in her hand.

Then Impulse appears out of nowhere and barges into Tango, knocking him backwards into the hole.

Tango fell out of the world

He respawns back in the underground part of his base.

The first thought in his mind is I don’t think I’m getting my stuff back.

He gets up out of his bed and starts rifling through his chests. There’s not a lot of iron in there, and there’s even fewer diamonds. Maybe letting himself fall into the void with his backup iron gear on him was not a good idea.

His communicator buzzes.

<impulseSV> Are you at home now, Tango?

Tango rolls his eyes and decides not to reply.

Unfortunately, he’s so engrossed in his stewing emotions that he misses the telltale hissing sound until it’s too late.

Tango was blown up by creeper

When he wakes up, Tango finds himself not on his bed but on the cold grass floor, and he doesn’t have the energy to get up. He lies still, letting his emotions bleed out onto the grass.

That’s his seventh death in less than an hour. Essentially one death per ten minutes. He’s utterly exhausted, mentally and physically.

He doesn’t want to play this game anymore.

<PearlescentMoon> Tango, are you okay? Do you need help?

<impulseSV> Are you okay?

Tango ignores his communicator going off.

<impulseSV> Tango, please answer us. We’re worried about you.

<impulseSV> Okay, coming over.

After a while, Tango heaves himself to a sitting position and checks his communicator. Realising his friend is probably almost to his house, he gets to his feet and heads for the stairs, but it’s too late.

“Tango, are you okay?” comes Impulse’s voice from the doorway.

Tango pauses and gives a sigh. “I’m fine. I didn’t have anything on me to lose.”

“That’s not what I mean.”

Impulse moves closer to him and places his hand on his shoulder. “You’ve been so weird tonight and I’m more than a little worried about you.”

Tango shoves Impulse’s hand away. “Leave me alone.”

“No.” Impulse takes hold of Tango’s shoulders and tries to hold him in place. “Tango-!”

Tango fights against his friend, trying to shove him away. “Get off me! I don’t wanna see you!”

“Talk to me, buddy!” Impulse begs. “Please!”

“Leave me alone!”

“But WHY?! Why do you suddenly hate me?!”

“I-!” Tango breaks off as tears threaten his vision. “I can’t be your enemy in another war, Impulse! I-I just can’t!”

Impulse freezes. “What…?”

Tango can’t help a sob. “It just feels like another war is brewing and we’re gonna end up on opposite sides AGAIN and I just can’t do it, Impulse! I can’t fight you again!”

“Tango…”

Impulse falls silent as he realises that this explains his best friend’s actions tonight. When something is seriously bothering Tango, he goes a little stir crazy and starts acting out. A similar thing happened in the early stages of season 6’s prank war and season 7’s turf war. Tango clearly senses that another conflict is about to arise, and it’s making him anxious.

“You don’t have to fight me,” he murmurs, holding his best friend close. “I won’t let it go that far, alright?

Tango buries his face in Impulse’s armour, trying to hold back tears. “I’m sorry… I was so stupid tonight…”

“No, it… it’s okay.”

“It’s… never been this bad before. My acting out. I just let myself go where my weird impulses took me and… I didn’t stop. I couldn’t stop. I’m so sorry you have to put up with me.”

Impulse rubs his best friend’s back soothingly. “It’s okay. But if it happens again, I need you to tell me, okay? If you ever feel like this again, talk to me. I can help you get through it and we can avoid another situation like earlier. I’m always here for you, man. You know that, right?”

Tango slowly nods. “Th-Thanks.”

“No problem.”

[hahagiggles3]

The *Happiest Boy (pt. 2 of "The Unhappiest Boy)

[Kusuo Saiki x gn! reader]

Word Count; 929

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊

Summer was way too long this year. Somehow the weeks dragged on for what felt like years. Hot and muggy weather called for beach trips with friends and nights spent around a campfire in the woods. None of these excursions, surprisingly, ever went according to plan.

Swimming ended with Saiki saving everyone from drowning while they tried to stop Teruhashi from drowning, and camping ended with almost starting a forest fire and losing all the equipment. You all had to walk home covered in ash and sap at three in the morning.

But, as the vacation wound to a close and people started to repopulate the city, staying inside was a better place to be to avoid all the buzz. You and Saiki used the last few days to your advantage and lazed about. TV and books, naps and cozy meals filled the final days of summer.

‘We should get ramen and coffee jelly, I’m bored.’

Saiki rolled over to drape himself off the side of the bed and look at you.

“Oh really, you’re bored? The incredible Kusuo Saiki-,” you started as he smirked and held up your wallet, “-hey! Where’d you get that? I left it at home!”

‘You took too long choosing a manga, so I grabbed it. C’mon, you’re paying.’

Cursing his abilities, you rushed to keep up with him as he tied his shoes and left the house.

“You’re so mean to me,” you huffed.

‘I’m mean to everyone, actually.’

You grumbled something he didn't need to hear and shoveled ramen into your mouth angrily.

You flopped on his bed, lolling your head over to look at him. He chucked your manga from before at your head without looking. You caught it and told him he should stop showing off. He smiled because you couldn't see it.

The room was yellow with soft light again, and you were crowded on his bed watching a stupid horror movie. You were half asleep on his shoulder, but he was wide awake because of it. Not the movie, you. The firm, gentle pressure of you against him made his other chest tickle with the uneven feeling.

Now. Kusuo Saiki thinks things through. There is no deliberate spontaneity in his life. He causes no trouble, makes no mistakes, and does not act on emotional matters.

Kusuo threw that thought out the fucking window.

He turned off the TV, slipped his arm fully under your body, and pulled you completely against him.

You woke up with a jolt to find yourself haphazardly on top of Saiki’s lap, his hands holding you in place with a death grip that was definitely already leaving bruises. You stared at him tiredly. Usually he’d give a face and you’d look away, but oh how the tables have turned. His eyes darted everywhere but you, every time his gaze landed on your lap his blush deepened and he lurched a bit.

You sighed and pressed your chests together, resting your head on his shoulder. You pried his hands off of your waist (taking a great deal of effort) and slid them fully around you. Resting your forehead against his, you giggled as his back straightened. His breath fogged his glasses.

Saiki’s head had never been so empty. There was nothing but you.

“Kusuo,” you muttered.

Nevermind.

His head was immediately swamped with doubts and curses, ‘why did I do this it was a terrible idea, this is how I get the reputation of a pervert, oh god please don't hate me and definitely don't play along because you’re scared or anything ohhhh shiitttttt’

You lifted your head.

Oh god you’re gonna punch me aren't you.

Your eyes were stern.

Oh yeah definitely you’re tensing up you are 100% going to punch me.

A deep breath.

Sorry mom, sorry dad, sorry for wasting the gift of life on being a pervert. Seventeen years isn't bad though, maybe the world will be fine without me.

You slid your hand against his cheek.

Everything is over, this is it. Goodbye everyone.

Then you kissed him. The pervert who pulled you onto his lap while you were half asleep. The weirdo who was nothing but a jerk and a half to you.

Your lips moved softly against his while he sat perfectly still. You could mistake him for a statue.

What. What? What am I doing.

You slapped his arm, pulled away and glared at him.

“Kiss back, dumbass,” you said.

Dumbfounded, he nodded and leaned into you. You grabbed his face and kissed him again, your cheeks heating from the grip he still had on you.

“Take that Kusuo, I finally made you the idiot… damn it.”

He’d been completely still until now! God knows where this confidence came from. He kissed back, loosening his grip on your waist to rub up and down your sides. His cold hands slipped up to cup your face and pull you flush against his chest. You grumbled into his mouth, making him smile.

You pulled back suddenly, laughing as he leaned forward in an effort to follow your lips. You rested your forehead against his, giving one last peck on the lips.

“You look really pretty like this,” you mumbled. He took a deep breath, and moved his arms around your waist again, letting you fully wrap your arms around his torso and press your face into his neck. He rested his cheek against the top of your head.

“ Nothing could make me this happy,” he said quietly.

“Not even coffee jelly?”

“Not even coffee jelly.”

fin