#i'm closing the tab the episode ended right now.

[prof-ramses]

This is a very real SM theory

What I've stumbled across this time is, I'll admit, completely batshit on the face of it. BUT, if you follow my flow of logic, I think you'll actually be more convinced than you'd expect

So, what is it that set my theorist mind off? Well, the character we knew we were meeting this episode, Aaron (which is apparently the name of Ross's dad in that model sheet)

We only see him twice (and no, your eyes aren't playing tricks on you, his tattoo changes what arm it's on between scenes) and in those scenes, he's mostly silent and is notably not paying attention to Jaune, despite her talking with their obviously distressed shared friend in the first scene and is separated from Jaune by the cinematography in the second scene.

From what we've seen of Aaron, both in this episode and the TT photos, he isn't very expressive, but he still shows his feelings through movement, or rather, a position in the photos, something absent in his present self.

So, what, if anything, lead to this seeming slight rift between Aaron and Jaune?

Well, we could assume it was something after Ross's birth, but could we narrow it down further? Yes, yes we can, mainly due to the first bomb I'm about to drop on you.

Jaune is a cult spy

Yes, I'm dead fucking serious. Let's look over the way the cult operates, shall we? They carefully monitor anything related to their plans while other members are on stand by, should something go wrong. How does this tie to Jaune?

Simple, she's the one keeping tabs on Lila, Ignacio does live closer, but is so abrasive, he could never get close enough to someone for intimate spying. Jaune on the other hand, as Lila's best friend, could theoretically keep tabs on certain aspects of Lila's life.

The next obvious question is why. Why would Jaune spy on Lila for a cult? Well, she wouldn't. She would, however, keep a close eye on her friend if someone else close to said friend, like say, said friend's husband, expressed concern for her emotional well being.

I know I'm probably losing some of you now, but this is where we get to another insanely counter intuitive yet convincing claim.

Jaune isn't spying on Lila because Lila's husband asked her, she's spying on Lila because she doesn't want Lila to know that-

Jaune had an affair with Lila's husband

I KNOW, I KNOW, I sound like Dale from King of the Hill right now, but I swear to you, this will all click together by the end.

Picture this, Jaune, a heavy drinker, is over at her friend's house one night when Lila's husband starts coming onto her and you know what happens, this goes from a one off event, to a semi-regular ritual for the pair. Some time later, he tells Jaune that he's worried Lila might catch on, and encourages her to carefully pay attention to any sudden mood shifts and.... share them wit ha trusted associate of his.

So, now that I've established the logic of this happening and that it will likely come into focus at some point, but what does this have to do with Aaron's detachment and how could it come into play?

It's not just that Aaron knows Jaune cheated and will reveal it to Lila, no, it's so much worse.

But first, I have to dispel some fanon for a moment, despite how popular the concept is, we have no in or out of series proof that Ross dyes his hair, the only photo of him we see is him and Aaron with Ross looking just as he does at present.

Why do I bring this up, oh my poor unsuspecting friends, it should be clear. If Ross has naturally black hair, that would mean-

Ross matches the genetic profile of Jaune and Skidad's biological child

And there you have it, the dark underbelly at back of the newest instalment in our beloved Halloween series.

And, if by some chance, you still don't believe this theory of Ross and Skid being half-brothers to be at the very least valid, well then, I have something that will blow your fucking mind.......

.........

And I'm not telling you cause it's 'Pril Fools Day!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

#spooky month #sm Jaune #sm Aaron #sm Ross #sm Lila #sm Skid's dad #sm Skidad #sm Ignacio #sm Skid #sm theory #spooky month theory #sm prediction #spooky month prediction

[ronika-writes-stuff]

This Starving Heart

# 3. Accidents - I

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“How did you get hit?”

“Hmm?”

“During practice…how did you get hit?”

Ishan tried to keep his tone even and unbothered. 

The opposite of what he was feeling inside. 

Shubhman had buried himself in his blanket roll and was scrolling through his phone while half asleep. 

Something was….  off about him. 

Ishan couldn't recall anything specific which made him think that, but he could pinpoint some moments where he just knew. 

For example, right now, the sudden panic in his sleepy eyes at a simple question. 

“I…”

Apparently There was no snarky or sarcastic reply waiting to pop out.

Ishan paused the running episode on his tab and turned to fully Face his roommate. 

Something is off. 

“I got distracted.”

And then he buries his head inside the blanket roll before Ishan can form a Retort. 

So Ishan just snorts and turns back to his tab and resumes the episode. 

Ten minutes later He realizes he's losing the plot because he can't focus. 

Not when his mind keeps repeating and rewinding every single interaction he's had with Shubman in the past 24 hours. 

He's been like this since the morning, he realizes. 

Closed off, dazed, jittery, ‘distracted’...as the guy called it. 

But… .why? 

The pending episode doesn't hold his attention again that night. 

When he finally puts his tab away and closes his eyes, he dreams of silly smiles and flighty eyes. 

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The Next day, after their morning practice ends, they all head straight to the dining hall for breakfast. 

Except Shubhman , who insists on taking a shower first and runs back to their room. 

They all finish their breakfast and he grabs a plate before heading to his room. 

His roommate hasn't contributed to raising his blood pressure in the past 24 hours, and Ishan feels like that's a feat he should personally reward him for. 

Except when he reaches his room and opens the door-

Shubhman is there. 

Shubhman is covered in glistening drops of water, wearing nothing but a loosely tied towel around his waist and blow-drying his hair.

Ishan allows himself two full seconds to just stare at his naked back. 

Then he fully enters the room and the door shuts itself behind him.

Shubhman visibly flinches and turns. 

“Your hair and makeup maintenance was taking too much time, so I got your breakfast.”

But his eyes never drift towards the plate. Instead he looks at Ishan, then at the floor, then again at Ishan, then at the wall towards his right. 

After a minute of awkwardly making his eyes dance around, he simply says,

“Um… can you…can you get out please?”

. . . .

Ishan probably would have thrown the plate at him if not for the ‘please’ added in the end. 

“Excuse me… What?”

He keeps the plate on the bed before his initial instinct to hurl it takes over. 

“I'm changing…so, get out!”

He's Louder this time, but it just sounds whiny to Ishan.

He grits his teeth.

“I…brought. You. YOUR BREAKFAST! and you're telling me to get out!?”

He probably shouldn't shout like this, but at the moment, he can't be bothered to give a damn.

“I didn't mean it like that! 

Ugh… I'm changing…why can't you just get out for two minutes!?”

“Why should I get out!? 

You change clothes everyday, what's the big deal anyway?”

“I Want some PRIVACY FOR GOD'S SAKE! 

GET OUT ALREADY!”

Shubhman almost screams the Last part. 

Privacy? What privacy? They change clothes in front of each other all the time. 

Ishan has no idea why it's suddenly a big deal. 

But before he can convey what he feels (mixed with some profanities), the loosely tied knot of the towel around Shubhman's waist comes undone. 

He squeaks and tries to grab the falling corners with one hand while trying not to drop the blow dryer he was holding in his other hand. 

The sight of his roommate awkwardly trying to hold the blow dryer while trying to hold the towel together is……hilarious. 

So hilarious that it instantly makes him forget how pissed he was two seconds ago. 

Shubhman has turned a hilarious shade of red and is desperately trying to tie the towel back together while balancing the dryer. 

Ishan can't help but give into the laugh that's building up in his throat. 

His Roommate is trying to glare at him but it fails as his face and ears are flushed while he's hunched over trying to keep himself covered. 

He finally stops and takes pity on the poor guy who looks close to tears after being laughed at.

He walks towards him and Shubhman starts backing away. 

An odd, thrilling sensation runs through him when he sees the usually smug guy completely embarrassed and backed into a corner for once. 

That just tempts him into bullying the guy even more. 

His chain of thoughts might have shown themselves in his expressions as Shubhman panics. 

“Wait... Ishan? Ju- just Wait a second…I- .…….. ISHAN... STOP!?”

Ishan doesn't stop. 

He takes slow steps and doesn't stop until there's barely a foot's distance between them.

He takes the dryer first, turns off the switch and places it on their bedside table. 

Then, He grabs the towel. 

“Let go, Shubhman.”

He doesn't.

Instead, he holds on tighter, screws his eyes shut and shakes his head in a ‘no’. 

Ishan gives the towel a tug once more and then uses his full strength to simply snatch it.

Shubhman flinches and almost curls into himself while trying to grab it again. 

“Stay still for a second, Idiot.”

Ishan holds both ends, brings them together and ties them into a proper knot which won't fall open in two minutes. 

He looks up and just….stares. 

Lowered lashes shyly look at him and instantly turn away. There's a light flush on his cheeks that goes all the way down to his neck. 

His ears are bright red. 

What a pretty sight. 

Ishan steps back. 

“Finish your breakfast quickly and come downstairs.”

He turns around and walks out. 

“Oh and- "

He takes one last look at the flustered guy,

“learn how to tie a knot please. You don't want this to happen in the dressing room.”

The way his face reddens kind of boosts Ishan's mood for the rest of the day. 

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Gods I took Wayy too much time to post this... Will try to update regularly from now on.

(key word - try)

Also, the timeline is a bit off (because I'm dumb) but this is just ishan's pov in between the week that shubhi mellows out. It will continue for the next few chapters now.

Please gimme feedback /comments they serve as duel for writing. ฅ'ω'ฅ

Tagging : @hum-suffer @bimesskaira @ishuess @fortunatelycrazyyouth @ispeakmorelanguagesthanyou @athena-swords @happypopcornprincess @deeee60 @melancholicmonody @roseromeroredranger @books-butterbeer @imjellyjenny

Also Do tell me if y'all want me to add or remove you from the taglist ❣️

#desiblr #indian cricket team #ishan kishan #ishman #shubhman gill #shubman x ishan #ict #shubish #cricket

[rising-volteccers]

Episode 18 has given me a lot to think about Friede's character. Thus this is my personal thoughts of what we've known from his backstory. I have a lot to say so this is going to be long so if you're planning on actually reading this to the end, well buckle up. This is part one of two posts because Tumblr has a 30 image per post limit and I will not be denied putting in screencaps of the moments I love (which is the entirety of the episode).

Part two of the post is [here].

First and foremost, what interested me was that Friede had an actual proper job before this. When I think about Pokemon Professor, my mind goes to the likes of Professor Oak and Elm that have their own research labs. Of course so long as they were an expert in a particular field and researchers in their own right, they didn't need a base of operations so to speak. To my knowledge, usually they were 'self employed' as in they didn't work for someone. Seeing Friede as he is now, it's hard to picture being under someone's employment. It doesn't suit him, and as we'll learn later, he's not meant to be cooped up in a laboratory doing research all day.

We know from Episode 13 that the Brave Asagi was created from Ludlow's fishing boat so it's implied that Friede, Orla and Ludlow knew each other from before the formation of the Rising Volt Tacklers. We learn that Friede and Orla were childhood friends that used to live in Kanto before Orla moved to the Hoenn region. What prompted Friede to be in Paldea might be related to that job he recently quit but what I want to know is the exact relation between Ludlow and Friede.

Ludlow is clearly trying to cheer Friede from his slump. This speaks of a familiarity between the two and given their massive age gap, a part of me wonders if Ludlow is actually Friede's biological grandfather. He refers to Ludlow as Gramps but that could simply be how he addresses someone who he's close and familiar with. Still, the way Ludlow speaks here implies that this Friede has been coming here to fish for multiple days. Ludlow sees that someone as young as Friede should go and seek opportunities with his own two hands instead of wasting his days away. I really like seeing this and hope we'll get to learn more about Ludlow in future episodes.

Here, there's multiple things that caught my attention. We now know for certain that Lucca was Friede's old school teacher. That's the connection that the had, and one that lasted for years after Friede finished school. They likely had a good bond seeing that Charizard was super friendly to her, not to mention that she kept up to tabs with Friede's life seeing that she knew he quit his job. Friede said she hadn't contacted him in years thus giving me the impression that she had her connections because Friede doesn't give me the vibes of someone who'd use social media and post everything about their life.

It makes me wonder just how much Friede looked up to Lucca. Teachers who left an impact on you tend to last even long after you've graduated I find. It seemed that Friede shared his dreams of becoming a Pokemon Professor to Lucca, so much so that she recalled just how happy he was. I'm hoping someday we could get more insight on that.

Alright, this is going to veer heavily into personal interpretation and headcanons. From the way that Friede spoke about himself being a genius Pokemon Professor where there's nothing that he didn't know about these mysterious creatures doesn't sound like an empty boast. If we considered how he did the Professor Friede segment at the end of the episodes, he'd be on the same footing as Professor Oak, one of the most well known professors of all time. I imagine had he actually done that, then it couldn't just be hosted by any professor. It needed to be by a professor who truly knew a lot about Pokemon.

Friede believes himself to be a genius Pokemon Professor (as he stated this once or twice more throughout the episode) where he knows all that is to know about Pokemon but now he's in a rut and he doesn't know what to do with his life.

Now I've mentioned a few times before that I personally headcanon Friede to have undiagnosed ADHD. To me, Friede just feels like a burnt out gifted kid.

Given the ambiguity of his age yet he was considered a fully accredited Pokemon Professor that had a job before Lucca made that phone call and he looks like he's in his late teens to late twenties, picture this:

You have a strong interest in Pokemon. You happily tell your favorite teacher that you're going to become a Pokemon Professor to do all kinds of research. You are genuinely intellectually smart and loves learning about Pokemon so you go through years of study, pushed by your drive to learn everything and believing you've done so when you became a Pokemon Professor. You were eligible to be hired on as a company researcher, finally showcasing how you earned your credentials. But you learnt that it wasn't all that cracked up to be. You're putting what you've learnt into practice but being cooped in a lab, analyzing data just didn't sit right to you. Instead of forcing yourself through it, you decided that the better course of action is to quit. Hey, you found your freedom at last! After all those years of hard work, might as well take it easy yeah? Still, this is what you've been working towards. That's all you knew what you wanted to do since you shared your dream to your favorite teacher. You have the credentials, the knowledge and the means to do whatever you want but... you're just bored? Maybe not bored but there's just nothing interesting. You've worked hard to achieve your dream but did you consider anything aside from it? Now that you've realized that you're not really suited for researching in a lab, what can you do?

So the gist of it is gifted kid that worked hard towards becoming a Professor discovers that it might not be suited for him. That realization leaves him falling into a rut because he doesn't know what else he can do. He likely never considered the possibility of it not suiting him thus he doesn't have a back-up plan.

In that sense (and again, this is personal interpretation and a touch of self projection) I kind of relate to him. Going through school with good grades being fixated on multiple topics, thinking that this is what I want to do when I studied for my degree because it felt like the natural progression at the time but then finding out that it's not really suited for me. I've hit that wall and still in that figuring out what I want to do stage so seeing how Friede developed in this episode gave me hope that perhaps I can find that spark like him one day.

Anyway I just wanted to point this out cause this made me laugh.

Narrator voice: Let him cook. He will in fact one day imagine and experience it.

Friede would have dismissed that Pikachu entirely because he's still in that mindset of I know all that is to know about Pokemon. What I love about this scene is that for the first time since that flashback, there's a spark in Friede's eyes. He's likely experiencing excitement from have his interest piqued since he quit his job (or maybe even longer than that), to see something that he thought he knew existing outside this neat checkbox of a Pikachu's type, habitat, moves, etc.

Also I love how from his view, it looks like Pikachu's falling when it fact he's ascending. Friede's fallen into a rut but this is his first glimpse of eventually seeing a future where he will ascend high and free alongside Cap.

Funnily enough this is the halfway point of the episode so the second half of this post is [here].

#Pokemon Horizons #Pokeani #Anipoke #Professor Friede #Captain Pikachu #Screencaps #My posts #The hyperfixation is strong in this one

[softpran]

bad buddy fandom getting-to-know-you meme!

tagged by @mahuhumaling

i've never really posted on bbs tumblr so uhhhhh. hi

name and whatever you want to share about yourself

i'm tonje, 29, any ol pronouns will do, nanonschin on the sinking ship, senorflamingos on ao3

i like nanon a normal amount

when did you watch bad buddy/join the fandom?

i started the show on february 1, 2022 and by the end of the month i'd seen it five times back to back and i have since never closed the tab where the show is open because i am always in some state of rewatching

i spent a lot of time silently reblogging things on here because i hadn't been active in fandom in years and finally decided to join the fandom on twitter in january 2023, and i guess i'll be more active on here now that twitter is going down the drain

favorite ship(s)

patpran, patpran and more patpran i have tunnel vision to this day

favorite character(s)

i love pran more than anything on this earth

favorite episode(s)

7 no doubt, the bet era tickles every single corner of my brain and i could fill in the blanks of what they did or didn't do during that time indefinitely

5 for obvious reasons

2 for the shenanigans, the entire start of the show has a very special place in my heart but mmm the unknowingly across the hall trope, mmm "mr dumpling", mmm pat's hand on pran's stomach in the elevator

favorite scene(s)

i adore the library scene from episode 7, i love the way pran gets in pat's space, i love the way pat gets weak at the knees, i feel like it perfectly sums up everything i love about their dynamic

the morning after in episode 11, i am a sucker for everything soft and that is damn near the softest thing i've laid my eyes on. also big spoon pran

the fight in episode 5, and everything that follows, but the fight scene is so effective in dragging all the ridiculousness of the show right down to earth in such a visceral way and it works beautifully

the final scene of the show. nothing has ever made me as happy as watching them shoving each other around in a dumbass kissing competition it's the PERFECT ENDING FOR THEM

one thing you would change about the show if you could

the whole gun plot as an ineffective means to redeem wai, say sorry out loud u coward

what are your some of your favorite fanworks made by other people?

these are all fic and i have a dreadful memory so i am certainly forgetting a lot but:

both parts of Are You Ready? by @galauvant. lauren just gets it

anything by @dimplesandfierceeyes

pudgy pran by @bbshyperfixation. julia if u ever see this i'm obsessed with u and i should reread both of these

a sheer repose of mind by prettyvisit0r made me cry most recently

(if you create fanworks) what are your favorite fanworks that you’ve made?

my dearest darling it has always been you written for my dearest darling ciel

a song that makes you think of bbs (the ones in the show don’t count lol)

LOVE ME MORE BY MITSKI. the amount of times i've watched gifs of the rooftop scene and felt like my soul was being torn to shreds by this song ohhh boy

idk anything else you want us to know?

i'm scared to talk to people but i promise i'm nice <3

#bad buddy #bbs #bad buddy the series #bad buddy fandom #bbs fandom #about me

[gregoftom]

Wait can you tell me more about comphet greg and/or your theory (that I'm pretty sure you mentioned or I could be making this up) about them fucking somewhere in s1? <3

of course!!!! okay so like. we didn’t really get any sort of romantic interest wrt to greg [lol] until late s3 when he declared an interest in comfrey and just the way that he spoke about her - you’re a fascinating book i’d like to crack open! she’s a very nice…… person! almost he like forgot what he was gonna say at the end there lol. and like, he loses his ‘interest’ in her after the whole conversation with tom and her actually agreeing to go out with him like, uh oh she actually said yes?! didn’t expect that and now i’m stuck. except she seems to disappear later. and it’s the same wrt the contessa - he makes this big proclamation of love and then we never see her or have her mentioned again lol. then we have the fucking. god. 4.01 the holy grail of comphet greg. we Know he didn’t have sex with bridget because a. he said “we put our hands down each others pants” which means he’s straight up lying because she was wearing a dress, b. he says “bingo bango bongo” which is exactly what roman says about him and tabs at a point and we are explicitly shown that he doesn’t/cant fuck her and c. there was more horny sexual energy in the “tell me” rummage to fruition scene than any moment he had with that girl like, damn. and she too mysteriously disappears!!

wrt his rep that kerry mentions i honestly think it’s just bullshit spread around hyped up by like, the general idea that men are gonna pump and dump women in this environment, and kerry is obv wise to it. i don’t think he’s ever had sex with a girl personally. furthest he’s gone is a kiss. ppl seem to think he’s become this slimeball casanova and like lol, get real. it’s pretty clear at least to me that he’s comphetting to fuck for multiple reasons. his interest in women just doesn’t seem genuine. ‘crunchy peanut butter’ uhuh dude, sure.

in terms of s1 sex, it’s just me picking up the horrendously sexual tension those mfs are laying down. my thoughts were that they messed around a little in i went to market, not full sex but enough to make greg come/feel good for like the first time ever bc not only is tom an exceptional lover, i don’t think greg’s ever had a particularly good experience wrt sex, if at all. and like. maybe he used that to help like push greg to getting rid of those docs, like, cement his closeness with him and something like, “that felt good right? want more?” “there’s more?!” “ohhh yeah greg, yeah. if you take care of this for me there is.” and then that leads to the next episode where tom takes him out on the ortolan date and to the club, and then fucks him that evening for real ❤️

realistically i don’t think it happened that early but the WAY greg looked at tom on that balcony and the WAY that tom held his lower back possessively and would not let go and the WAY that greg looked back at him while he did that, sheesh!!!! it’s at least somewhat plausible lol. i think for sure at the very least they fucked somewhere in the show. in the s3-4 gap, i’d wager.

#tomgreg #i hope this answers!!!

[faggot-bastard]

Missed You

Chapter 9

Words: 1 ,613

Steve woke up the next morning, naked, disgusting, covered in sweat and dirt. he looked at the clock 11:00 am. Shit. He pushed himself up off the bed and limped toward the shower. he pulled the nozzel down, turned on the water and sat on the ground as he rinsed himself off.

"I should probably invest in a stool." he muttered out loud to himself.

He grabbed some soap, waved it vaguely in the direction of his armpits and crotch, rinsed the suds off, and turned off the water.

He ended up just sitting at the bottom of the shower unable to move. Physically he could, he knew that he could, his leg hadn't been hurting at all recently, but something in his brain wouldn't let him move. He took a deep breath and moved his pointer finger, then slowly went through the process of moving his fingers one at a time and then all at once. He repeated the process with his toes as best as he could.

He moved his elbows and shoulders next and then his knees. Finally after a large amount of small movements, he was able to convince his brain to crawl across the floor to get a towel.

He dried himself off on the floor, the bathmat getting soaked in the process. He slowly stood up with his hand on the wall, black spots slowly circled around the edges of his vision. He wrapped the towel around his waist and limped back to his room.

Maybe his leg was hurting more than he had thought.

He closed his bedroom door behind him and slowly laid on the bed. He reached under and pulled out a small can of easily to open cold tomato soup. Steve really fucking loved these cans because they had tabs just like soda cans.

Usually Steve only needs to eat the food hes been saving under his bed when his parents are in town, but its also great for his depressive episodes, and apparently when some crazy fucking supernatural bats have ripped a chunk out of your leg and you don't want to walk downstairs.

He chugs the soup and wipes his mouth off. he lays down in the bed for a while. He lost all sense of tome with the concussion and all the stress.

He reaches next to his bed and picks up the phone, he dials Eddies number slowly, he considers hanging up the phone while it buzzed in his hand, he was about to when he heard a voice on the other end of it.

"Hello?" said a voice that was definitely not Eddies.

"Hey Mr. Munson, this is Steve. I was wondering if Eddie was awake and I was able to talk to him."

"Oh Steve I've heard about you, Eddie tells me you're a nice guy, yeah hes awake, not sure if hes able to talk right now but ill go see. Hold on one sec"

Steve blushed slightly hearing these words, not many people say nice things about Steve, much less to the adults in their life.

About two seconds of awkward silence with Steve on the end of the phone, too afraid to say anything but not wanting to hang up.

Suddenly a friendly and familiar voice started speaking

"Hey Stevie, whats up dude?"

"Hey Eddie," Steve said softly, "nothing much it was just that I missed your company after five fucking days of sharing a room with your ass."

Eddie chuckled lightly and Steve could hear the smile on his face through the speaker, with the way that his voice ever so slightly. It was a tiny change, nearly impossible to notice but Steve had spent time studying every bit of Eddie that he could while they were in that hospital. 

"How are you though Stevie?”

"Oh I'm okay you know, I practically just woke up and yet I'm still exhausted."

"You have a fucking concussion of course you're exhausted dude, if you weren't you’d be some kind of god."

Steve chuckled, and he wondered if Eddie could hear him smiling the same way Steve could hear him. "How are you?"

"Eh I'm alright, I unfortunately couldn't sleep a wink last night so I'm feeling exhausted right now but I'm a little bit tipsy so it could be worse."

"Eddie why the fuck are you day drinking?"

"Its technically in the pm’s and I have nothing better to do right now."

"You could be watching a movie, playing guitar, attempting to sleep, those are all better things to be doing."

"Alright fine, I’ll come over and we can watch a movie."

"You better fucking not drive while you're drunk"

"I'm barely tipsy, and there's no one on the fucking roads anyways, who cares, if I need to hopper can get me out of a ticket. You try and fucking stop me Harrington."

"Eddie you bitch."

"We can talk through the radios if you still wanted to chat while I'm driving."

"Try walking in a straight line first."

"A couple seconds of silence and the eddies excited voice came back on the speaker."

"Okay I passed we’re okay!"

Steve sighed, "Alright come over, bring something to drink if you can."

"Alright, do you want vodka, beers, or tequila?"

"I'm a vodka man myself but you can bring whatever you want."

"Alrighty then, Vodka it is."

Steve heard the dial tone in his ear and a staticky noise from the other side of his bed. He crawled over and grabbed the radio from his nightstand. 

"Hey Stevie, miss me?"

"Its been like 2 seconds Eddie."

"But did you?"

Steve sighed instead of answering honestly, that his stomach sank slightly when he heard he tone. That he was slightly worried that Eddie just hung up on him for no reason and didn't want to talk to him.

"So what movie are we watching tonight?" Eddie asked

"How do you feel about a Monty Python movie?"

"I've never heard of them."

"Oh shitfuckers dude, really?"

"Yeah, are they really big or something."

"Yeah, they're amazing, its one of the many movies Robin forced me to watch."

Eddie laughed again and Steve felt warmth spread through his body. "I cant believe you work in a movie store and you still have to have Robin force you to watch movies."

"What can I say I just don't like my job that much." Steve said while giggling lightly.

~~~timeskip because I don't feel like writing the whole drive<3~~~

After spending 10 minutes talking to Eddie on the radio and setting up a movie, with an insane amount of blankets, pillows, and all of the curtains closed, Steve heard a knock on the door and a loud voice from outside.

"Stevie, I'm here, lets watch this fucking movie!"

"Let yourself in, its unlocked!" Steve yelled.

"Steve heard Eddie open the door, close it behind him, and take his shoes off before he walked into the room.

"Oh shit dude it looks great in here," said standing awkwardly at the edge of the pile of pillows and blankets.

"Uh yeah, thanks, movies all set up, I'm gonna go make some popcorn, you can start without me."

"Can I join you instead?"

"Uh yeah, sure, if you want."

Eddie followed Steve into the kitchen and Steve felt the way that Eddie lurked ever so slightly above him, it wasn't uncomfortable, just unfamiliar. Steve walked quietly to the cabinet and pulled out three bags of popcorn. He unwrapped the first one, threw it into the microwave, and set the time for 2 minutes. He would've just cooked them all at once but the microwave wouldn't be able to cook them all properly at once.

Once Steve turned around he saw Eddie leaning the counter, the edge of his shirt riding up ever so slightly. Steve took a deep breath to ignore any thoughts or feelings he might have about that. He jumped on the counter and watched as Eddie did the same.

"So where's that vodka you were bringing?"

Eddie grinned like a fucking maniac and pulled a bottle out of the inner pocket of his jacket, "Did you think I forgot Harrington?"

"You are slightly drunk already, I wouldn't have been surprised if you'd forgotten."

"Oh Stevie, you know I could never forget anything you would ask for."

And there were those fucking butterflies again in Steve's stomach. The fact that some comment, so small was able to make his stomach flutter was probably a testament to how attention starved he was.

The microwave beeped loudly and Steve jumped down and quickly took the bag of cooked popcorn out and replaced it with the second bag.

This time the two minutes passed quietly, with much calmer butterflies. It was just the two of them sitting quietly enjoying the company and simplicity. For once in his life, Steve wasn't overthinking this too much, he was just thinking.

Another beep and another quick switch. Steve jumped down off the counter and grabbed a bowl from one of the cabinets. He could feel eyes staring at him but he just decided to ignore it. He opened the bags and dumped the already cooked popcorn in it. By the time he finished he could practically feel the eyes burning a hole through his body.

He quickly turned around and saw Eddie still sitting there quietly.

The microwave beeped again but this time Steve didn't rush to get it, instead he started at Eddie for one more second, taking him all in.

Steve was the first one to break eye contact.

He grabbed the popcorn and dumped it in the bowl.

"Alright, lets get this movie night on!" Eddie said loudly, all tension from before lost, or just ignored.

Links to the other chapters are here

A/N: Okay, its been a while. I apologize to any of the three people who were reading this. This chapter is a filler chapter because I decided I wanted to save the movie for next chapter. I really enjoyed writing this chapter. However there might be another small filler chapter before that movie chapter. New Years Special!!! Because fuck Christmas and I fucking love New Years. Anywho, I'm really happy i was able to get this out and I'm happy with the writing itself.

Happy Holidays!!

#steve harrington #eddie munson #robin buckley #steddie #steve x eddie #fanfiction #my fanfic #need ideas for an overall title of the story please #stranger things

[starryyyjoon]

I, you | Kim Namjoon One Shot

word count: 8.2k

pairing: idol!namjoon x fem reader

summary: namjoon meets you again and he can't help but want you to look at him the same way he has all these years.

disclaimer: it's sort of written from y/n pov. kind of smut included, not too much but still. other then that, i don't think there's anything. it was written a long time ago so i don't clearly remember, sorry!

Namjoon walked in, followed by a few staff members and they occupied the empty chairs on the conference table and I smiled at him and the others. He looked great like always, he was in a navy blue hoodie and a khaki colored trouser, with his hair pushed backwards exposing his forehead.

There was something and nothing between me and him and it was too tiring to play pretend. "You look good", he remarked and I smiled at him. He's always being too kind, I looked like absolute shit, I hadn't slept in three days and my clothes were whatever was in my reach that I'd put on after showering and I rushed here.

I had met him before this level of success but I was merely an assistant director myself and we'd talked about Monet and his work together, he'd similar interests to mine but both of us didn't really get anywhere because of our timing and I believed it was for the good. He'd always expressed how he liked my vision and wants to work with me on something and I didn't believe my vision because what even was my vision that he could see and not me and after being this big I didn't really thought he'll even remember me until he hit my phone one day and here I was, at the label's office to discuss the details of his mixtape's music video.

"So, do you've something in mind?", I asked him and he pressed his back on the chair letting out a yawn, he seemed tired.

"Not really! I want it simplistic and not too hard to understand. I haven't thought about it or anything so I don't know, I would await what you propose", he softly said.

"I haven't heard the track because of--", he intervened, "--ah you haven't? You should hear it first", he said and I nodded.

"I would need to hear it", I told him, thinking about the lengthy talks with the illustrator already.

The staff then pin pointed about the budget, the do nots and other details and two of my team members who were seated beside me talked thoroughly in detail about the technicalities. Namjoon looked bored with all the talk that didn't interest him. He wasn't much different from before slightly bigger.

All of us stood up coming to an agreement when Namjoon asked me to walk up to his studio to hear the track and I asked my team members to go ahead first. I walked through the dark corridor behind him while he talked to someone on the phone, all the way to his studio. I didn't really hear what he was talking because I was invested in staring around the place like I hadn't seen a building before.

The walls were all dark and a comforting shade since I didn't like the sun anyway. It seemed like a night mode in real life.

His studio was the corner most, he typed the passcode in and stood aside gesturing for me to walk in, followed by him. He hung up the phone call and put his phone aside, switching the AC on. He sat behind the monitor while he switched it on and I went through my inbox.

"So, how have you been?", his deep tone, made me look up and I fidgeted to put my eyes on something other then him while he turned his chair around to face me.

"I have been okay-ish, like the projects I'm doing I'm satisfied with them so I guess it's kinda okay", I said and regretted it immediately, I don't even talk like this and he knows it.

"Not the work c'mon, you, your boyfriend, family, other things?", a lose smile hung on his lips and I looked at him. How can someone look like that?

"No boyfriend because you know no one can put up with this profession. I haven't slept in three days so I'm fucking annoyed and the work is too much that I don't have time for other things", I shrugged and he chuckled. I didn't want to think about guys, I barely had time for myself. Filmmaking was a time bound profession.

"I relate, trust me I do", he turned his chair back around, his eyes on the computer screen and I looked at him. I could see why he could relate, I mean of course he didn't had time either. I knew idol schedules enough to know how these things go. "Why didn't you come that day?", he asked me and my insides twisted.

"I was hoping you don't bring it up", I said in a small voice.

"Why not? I waited for you", he said without looking at me and I threw my head back on the couch thinking of the time when he'd asked me out officially and I didn't make it. "At least I deserve to know what was more important that you didn't make it", he looked at me and I closed my eyes shut.

"I had a flight, I got an exclusive food show travel experience with discovery and it was too good for an opportunity to miss", I let it out and took a breath in. I knew I could never leave work for a guy, any guy, or anyone as a matter of fact and as much as I'd thought about it on the plane...it all seemed for the better. He wasn't the kind of guy I could've had my regular thing with and I was too young to be serious.

"It was a good show", he told me. I could feel his eyes on me and I didn't flinch. I didn't regret it but his words made me feel guilty. My head was on the headrest of the sofa I sat on and my eyes were closed. My subconscious could feel his curious gaze on me.

"Look away Namjoon", I said and I could feel his gaze was still on me.

"Why didn't you call me when you got back?", he asked me and I looked at him.

"I didn't because our cultures differ, everything is poles apart--what's the point of discussing it now?", I asked him, slightly annoyed. He and I separately needed to focus on our careers and he knew it too damn well.

"Okay", he turned around again as his monitor showed a circle indicating that the programme he'd launched was loading. "It does makes me feel better that my better position in life doesn't changes your opinion on me. Quiet comforting", he said, with a hint of sarcasm in his voice but I chose to ignore it. The last thing I'd be doing is fueling this feeling in him by discussing this useless thing which wouldn't make any difference whatsoever.

"Is this the reason you wanted me to do this project with you?", I asked him and he swiftly turned his chair around.

"No, I don't take all this for granted. I love the stuff you do. I'm pretty updated thanks to how active you're on your social media", he smiled and I couldn't shook the thought of seeing my psychotic episodes on my Instagram, Twitter...everywhere. I'm pretty weird out there.

"I love it, the stories", he flased his dimple smile before turning his chair around again and I felt his warmth, like he meant what he said.

For a second I was taken aback with how tall he was from me and how good he looked, he'd always looked good but he was more mature now and much more reserved. "I'll be calling you often because I won't send it for pre-production without your say on the concept", I told him.

"I'll look forward to a lot of calls", he said. "I'm sorry this is taking a while", he added quickly and for some reason I couldn't look away from him, whose back was visible to me.

"No, take your time", I said, crossing my arms against my chest. I really wished he was a regular guy just making music but then I didn't. I wouldn't want someone to wish that for me. He'd earned all of it and I knew it.

"Look away ___", he said slowly. I could feel his grin through his words and I looked away shaking my head right and left softly. "It's, yeah it's playing", he turned around as the music filled in the empty atmosphere.

It was a slow song with a really fast rap. It was how Namjoon was, he contradicted himself too much. I instantly knew it was his writing from the way the words went and the wordplay came into role. I couldn't help but analyze the song because I was supposed to shoot and sketch a music video for it and at times like this I didn't really get to enjoy the art for the art and I hated it.

"How was it?", he asked me, his eyes fixated on me as the music faded. I wanted it to last.

"The only problem with it is that it ends", I flashed a smlie at him and he shook his head throwing it back.

"That's too corny even for you", Namjoon rolled his eyes but I was being serious. "You know I appreciate heavy critics", he said.

"I didn't find anything to criticize, the writing is great, the composition fits and it has a catchy vibe to it. I think I would listen a song like that on a drive or something? In your case a bicycle but yeah! It's a good song", I summarized my opinion. "Do you like want a trendy video?", I asked him.

"Anything that you want to do with it", he said and I gently nodded. Since it was given to me, I couldn't stop thinking about what to do with it.

"Can you stop thinking about it while you're with me ___?", he chuckled and I looked at him taken aback for a second and then nodded with a soft smile pasted on my lips.

"Your fashion sense has improved", I remarked.

"You look casual", he teased me.

"I, I've no fashion sense. I just wear whatever is there", I told him.

"I don't think so, your Instagram says different", he said.

"It's for the show Namjoon", I said.

"You're really not the type to do that, please don't deceive me", he beamed before he turned his chair around again to minimize the current tabs on the computer.

"You're the last person I'd be deceiving--", my words were cut from an incoming call from one of the producers of one of the shows I was working on. "I need to take this", I told him and answered the call while he just gave me a gentle nod in response.

The producer had informed me about the issues related to casting and the final draft of the script and I knew I had to go.

"Guess I'll see you later, bye", Namjoon said warmly as he smiled at me. The thing was he just knew and that always stuck somewhere.

"Bye", I left.

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"I, for one, disagree. C'mon how do you even call it an end?", I threw my hands in the air as we discussed it for the millionth time. I liked Su-ho but his thoughts on GOT made me want to kill him. He is the only person I knew who was satisfied with how it ended.

"I think it was okay, c'mon, you have to consider that the novels didn't end and as compared to that I think it was pretty good", Su-ho claimed while he sat on the bean bag in front of me, pushing it comfortably.

"Don't even start with the novels--", my words were interrupted with the sound of the doorbell, "--they didn't even do a good job interpreting it and I am offended by that. Look there novels", I pointed at my bookshelf, showing him my GOT collection which he knew as I opened the door and my head bumped against Namjoon's chest as he took a step in.

He chuckled as he held the back of my head with one hand and pressed my forehead with the other and rubbed it gently to ease the pain.

"What's uh, what's that? Is it iron", I mocked, pointing at his chest while he let me go from his grip and took his shoes off.

"It can be", he said. "But why were you jumping around so enthusiastically?", he asked me as he seated on the couch in front of Su-ho, as he greeted him and Su-ho greeted him back.

"Game of Thrones heavy discussions", I sighed. "This is Su-ho who's illustrating the storyboard", I told Namjoon.

Su-ho was starstruck and it seemed like it'd take him a good minute to recover and Namjoon was obviously used to it. I didn't call him at the office because a lot of people would want to see him then and it could be exhausting plus he'd a time limit on his hands.

"You know him, ___?", Su-ho widened his eyes at me and I nodded, suppressing my laughter seeing his chaotic ass behave like this.

"A little", I said and I could feel Namjoon's gaze on me. "Maybe a lot", I rephrased. I could see by the way Su-ho looked at me that he needed answers. "Coffee?", I asked Namjoon.

"Oh yeah", he replied and I stood up. "I've thought of two concepts, Su-ho please brief him on it and if you want anything differently Namjoon, you can tell him", I told him as I marched towards the kitchen.

Should I use the regular coffee mugs or should I use the better ones? I mean it doesn't matter anyway but still, it kind of does? I don't know. It just comes to me, the over thinking.

Ah.

I could hear him and Su-ho talking about the concepts faintly and I was low-key proud because I did work hard on them. I opened the cabinet to take out the better coffee mugs.

This is what happens when you stop drinking milk and stop growing up. I rested my hands on the kitchen pavement thinking about how many shoes with heels I'd because of my height.

I wasn't very short but I wasn't my desired height too. It was sad. I was the right person to sell the tonics concerning height because my insecurity would make me buy it. I exhaled heavily and turned around to find Namjoon behind me.

"Let me", my hips pressed against the marble pavement while his body gently pressed against my front, I could spot the mole on his neck while he calmly took the box of mugs out. "Okay?", he whispered softly and I looked on without responding.

"Thanks", I told him, hoping he'd get away from me because this had me feeling some type of way. I won't admit what type of way. That makes it worse.

"Anytime", he clicked his lips, taking a few steps back as I stirred the coffee and poured it in three cups. Should've used regular ones.

"I like the quotes on that wall", he said as I handed him his cup, taking the other two. A wall of my house was covered in post-it notes and other stuff. Some print outs of Van Gogh and Frida's works alongside other things.

"Yeah that? Thanks", I said, as I gave the cup to Su-ho. "Did you decide on something?", I asked, as I sat down and Namjoon just beside me.

"Yeah, the first one. It was kind of okay, he made some alterations so I would send it to you by...maximum tomorrow", Su-ho told me. "But why did you call him here for just this?", he asked me.

"You seem so concerned about his whereabouts", I glared Su-ho . "I told him I could just email him but he insisted on doing it in person", I looked at Namjoon who took a long sip from his coffee.

"Yeah I did, don't worry I was absolutely free", Namjoon smiled at Su-ho and I could see Su-ho fanboy-ing.

"You're so in line today", I pressed my words.

"Shut up", Su-ho eyed me. I wrapped my hands around the coffee mug feeling its warmth.

After I talked to Namjoon for a while about the shoot and he explained to me about their company procedure and how they usually did things. I didn't like doing music videos or commercials, there's a lot of time you're bound by what the music video demands and you've to stick with that so that was that. I usually preferred either cinema like movies or dramas, I hadn't done much but I had done a few and travel shows were my preference.

"I'll see you next time then", Su-ho politely remarked looking at Namjoon and he smiled and gently bowed his head. I walked with him up-to the door. "I didn't, what the hell, you could've given me a heads up?", Su-ho whispered slowly to me as I leaned against the door.

"I didn't knew you were a fan", I said and he playfully hit me on my arm.

"I still can't believe it, you've to answer my hot questions next time", he said and I nodded.

"Okay okay", I closed the door shut behind me, taking a seat on the far side of the sofa me and Namjoon were seated on. He was scanning my bookshelf and I was looking at him.

"Literally 70% of it is fiction", he said. I read a lot of fiction and he read a lot of nonfiction.

"You should read fiction", I said and he looked at me slightly pissed.

"I do read fiction just not thar much", he pointed at my bookshelf. "If you've to recommend one, shoot", he said.

"Recommend, uh, the secrets of happiness", I said randomly and his face sunk in annoyance. "It's not a book talking about literal secrets of happiness, it has a story", I told him.

"Ah okay...I will try reading that. Let me take your copy", he said.

"No", I said back in a split second.

"I won't lose it, c'mon, ___", he said. I couldn't believe his testimony on not losing it.

"Fine, but it's annotated. You'll owe me big time if you lose it", I said and he nodded vigorously.

"Your place is great", he said looking around the house and I couldn't see why, I mean yeah maybe but not that I find it great if I think from his point of view.

"I'm barely here anyway. I pay rent for no reason", I kept the empty mug in my hand on the glass table in front of us.

"That was your friend though, Su-ho?", Namjoon asked as he kept his cup, followed by me.

"Oh yeah! I met him for work but then it's been a while since I know him, it's been years actually and he's a friend now", I said thinking about Su-ho. I don't know why I bothered explaining. It's been a good five years since Namjoon and I hadn't been in touch and there was a little catching up to do.

"You've always had a lot of friends, don't you", he sighed as he sat cross legged on the sofa facing me. I do have plenty friends honestly.

"Kind of", I shrugged. His gaze on me made me sit back in a more cautious way as I fixed my posture. "Namjoon...", I called out his name when the doorbell rung and I was irritated. "Give me a second", I stood up and walked up-to the main door.

It was my neighbor who's mother had left their house keys with me and he was here to take it back. He thanked me for keeping it and walked up to his own flat which was in front of mine.

I closed the door shut and Namjoon was standing by the balcony seeing a cactus I had grown since I couldn't grow any other plant because I was never home to take care of them in case.

"It's cute", he said as he picked the potted plant and stared at it for a little while and I stood behind him and watched him see it.

"You know your pupils dilate when you see plants", I said and he smiled to himself. He kept the cactus back in its resting place and stared at me. "What?", I asked him.

"You were going to say something", he said, his voice sounded deeper then usual for a second and I licked my bottom lip in haste.

"Oh that, you know the alterations you made? I will directly mail it to the staff and maybe cc you because it won't need a second check anyway. I've to get this done a little early since I've--", he turned towards me and I took a step back but there was barely any space and my back was pressed against the wall, "--what is it?", I asked but it came out as a whisper.

"Here", he dragged his index finger across my bottom lip and there was something on my lip. I didn't really see what was on there because of his presence so close to me. My heartbeat had fastened and I could feel it. Something I didn't want to feel.

"Thanks, I guess", I said slowly and he flashed his dimple smile at me and in that moment he seemed the opposite of the dominant he was a few seconds ago.

"Do you know you look really good?", he said, as his fingers ran across my ear touching the piercings one by one. I regretted having three all of a sudden. "And I didn't intended to do this but ___ I uh", he bent over a little, his lips a few inches away from my ear and his breath was falling on my neck.

"Namjoon", I said, trying to not look at him. I knew damn well I couldn't be able to control myself.

"Hmm", his voice was so small and I could feel goosebumps all over my neck. His gaze on me was strong and I had jitters in my stomach.

"I, uh--let's not okay", I put my hands on his shoulder as he pulled me more closer with a jolt and I gasped.

"Do you really not want to?", he asked me. It was a while since I was in this close proximity of someone like this but my subconscious kept telling me not to. "I don't understand what you find so undesirable about me", he took a few steps back and looked away.

What?

"Do you think I find you undesirable?", I asked him, pressing my lips suppressing my smile. I couldn't get how could he change roles in a span of few seconds.

"Yeah, it's pretty evident really", he sighed, looking at the the far side of the sky at the horizon and I saw him sulking.

"It's not that, are you fucking dumb? It's just you know you shouldn't start things you can't take care of", I said. For some reason I've always felt a little hesitant with him. "But you're desirable enough", I added.

"Sudden validation from you, ah", he clicked his lips in mockery and I felt bad. The last thing I wanted was to look like I was playing hard to get. I didn't feel competent enough in my heart. "Let me kiss you", he said, taking a few steps closer breaking the chain of my thoughts and I hated being so much in control and feeling a little out of place.

I was back to where I was a few seconds ago, me cornered and he put his lips on mine and my body automatically responded. He took over me in a second. My hands rested on his back and clutched the fabric. His hands travelled below my hips as he pulled me upwards and my legs wrapped around his waist. He didn't stop kissing me for one second and I didn't want him to, as he pressed his mouth harder on mine and I bit back a moan. I could feel the heat in my body and every vein seemed to electrify. He walked me up-to my bedroom like he knew which suddenly felt foreign to me as he laid me on the bed, breaking the kiss and I was breathless, panting for air.

I didn't had any resort in me to stop. I didn't want him to stop. I couldn't care more about whatever that had me concerned for a while. He watched me look at him and his lips curved in a smirk. "Should I stop?", he teased me taking a seat on the edge of the bed and I looked away from him to the right side, scoffing.

I pushed myself up, my hands at the hem of the lose white t-shirt I'd on and for a second I hesitated at the fact that he must've seen better flesh than mine but I pulled it upwards exposing myself in front of him as his eyes went everywhere. "Do you want to stop?", I asked him, as I crawled over to him. He didn't object as I sat on his lap and took his face in my hands. I looked in his eyes. He looked beautiful. I traced the outline of his skull, his jaw as I pushed his hair locks that were on his forehead behind. "Do you want to stop Namjoon?", I asked him again as he held me tight, giving me my answer.

He tugged at my neck with his mouth leaving a trail of gentle kisses down and I could feel my nipples startlingly prominent beneath the black lightweight bra I had on. I clutched his hair as he bit my neck suddenly and I gasped.

He pushed me on to him, nearer but there was barely any space for me to come close and I could feel him all over. He messily kissed me before groping my bottom and I-I cut a breath in. He would take turns and be gentler a second and rough the another. "Namjoon", I called out gasping which fueled him even more. He looked at me and smiled proudly at how he had me without doing much.

He flicked the straps of my bra shoving it down exposing my breasts and I could feel my nipples harden to the point it was painful. I wanted him. I wanted him to touch me, more. The way my body responded to his touch was almost funny, how quick, how wet.

I patiently unbuttoned his shirt and stripped it off of him while he looked at me with a gaze I couldn't quite make anything of, he just looked at me while he let me work on him. My hands touched his chest and my eyes examined his torso, his skin was warm and his gaze on me gave me confidence like he wanted me back as much I wanted him.

I was forgetting my own desperation for his touch as my hand traveled behind his back, trailing down to his spine and he looked at me as he cut a sharp breath in and I felt good seeing him giving in to me. His arms surrounded mine unclasping my bra in a second and he threw it off on the floor.

I half expected him to grab me and grope my breast but he swept me in his arms as his vaguely pink mouth pressed against mine and instead of hastily grabbing me, his mouth simply rested against mine and it was worse, much more intoxicating. I, on instinct coiled my arms against his neck.

As my tongue demanded entrance and he smiled before letting me, and in a second, roles were reversed, the romantic was gone. He took control and pressed his mouth harder on me with his thumb and finger pressing my nipple and my nails dug deeper in his neck. "Joon...", I on instinct called out, as I gasped for breath but he didn't let me.

He was hard against me and I grinded next to him which seemed to please him while he left my mouth, burning with a wanting for more while my sex clenched as he took control of my body putting his arms around my back and they were free to go anywhere. I wouldn't dare stop him.

A second later, he laid me on the bed and hovered over me before taking my shorts off in a whirl and pushed my underwear off me that it didn't seem reusable. I anticipated his actions but he pushed a thumb into my bottom without no warning and I clutched the sheets, a yell escaping my mouth. My fingers curled meanwhile his other arm grabbed my breast cupping it and a second later his forefinger and middle finger slipped inside of me and my grip on the sheets tightened.

"Shh", he hissed in my ear and I hadn't realized a moan had escaped my mouth. My whole body rocked in less then a minute and I couldn't control my voice, I gasped for breath and I moaned even louder then before. "I didn't take you for a screamer ___", Namjoon seemed amused while embarrassment washed over me as I laid exposed in front of him.

"Let me go down on you", I told him and he looked taken aback as I pushed myself up.

"Do you really want to?", he asked and I shifted closer to him, placing a gentle kiss on his lips.

"I would love to", I told him. "Do you want me to?", I asked him.

"Yeah, I mean yeah", he said when his phone rang echoing in the room and his face flushed into irritation as he looked at me and I nodded gesturing him to take it. He took it out of his pocket and answered it. With every word he spoke, his irritation grew. He hung up the phone call. "Where's the wardrobe?", he asked me and my eyes pointed behind him.

Namjoon opened my wardrobe and took out a very lose t-shirt of his choice from my stack of comfortable clothes. He held my arms and slipped the t-shirt on me, pulling me close. He stroked my face and he smiled in my face which forced me to smile as well.

"Am I suppose to expect something from you or should I forget this?", I asked him as his fingers tucked the few strands of my hair behind my ear.

"You're supposed to expect everything, don't dare forget it", he whispered in my ear, nibbling on it and I couldn't help but giggle. "I want to talk to you but I've to go now and I hate it", he smiled at me.

"Okay, go", I told him and he chuckled before letting me off him and he wore his shirt back on.

After seeing him off and taking a shower, I laid back on the couch in the living room thinking about everything that had happened. I didn't regret it, I wasn't thinking much about it anyway.

The guys I'd sex with or made out with, I disliked them because of their narcissism. I appreciated my ability to find guys that were a-grade assholes. I've always had this feeling that I am lacking in some sense with other people. I look normal, like I should but I get this insecurity when taking my clothes off.

I didn't knew what Namjoon thought about it and asking him would be weird. No one who knows me like him would think I am this insecure or anxious about this stuff but then a major part of it has to do with my aura, I guess?

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I took a bite of the sandwich that I held in my hand as I walked around the second set just nearby to the first one. I stood afar, taking a good look, even though the storyboard fits the sights I still need to frame out a rough sketch work in my head.

I took another bite staring at the beach and the path to it and then back to the set that we'd build up by man power. It was pretty accurate in my eyes but I wanted to hear from my assistant director.

I took the walkie talkie out from the pocket of my denim and pressed the centre button, "Jae-chan, where are you?"

In a second he reverted, "Ah sunbae I am near the gripper".

"Come to the road that leads to the beach", I said, before shoving the walkie talkie down in my pocket.

The sea met the sky at the far point of the horizon and how the world is full of these illusions which are not real we know but we still believe. After all there's beauty in things that you don't get. Vastness maybe?

Sea and sky — the two melancholic blues.

"Sunbae?", Jae Chan broke the chain of my thoughts and I glanced at him before looking at the sea. His breath was heavy, I could tell he ran here.

"You could have walked, Chan-ah", I said, smiling. He was really young and passionate about filmmaking but also a little silly. He's cute.

"Ah it's okay. Did you need something?", he asked politely and I shook my head. I liked the input of many people on the same thing, it showed the number of opinions that could centre around one thing that you make in a different context which is then perceived in another.

"Do you think this is accurate in terms of the story board?", I asked him and he seemed lost in thought.

"I would say slightly better because the storyboard is still animation and this is real so I would say better. I'm pretty sure it'll be good sunbae", he told me and I could feel a smile flush on my lips. "You are nervous, aren't you?", he asked me.

"Yeah", I wrinkled my nose, turning around to walk off. I patted Jae Chan's back and he started walking with me.

"You don't have to be, and oh, he's here", he said assuring me and I knew who he meant by he.

My mind automatically went to the day in my apartment. Namjoon had messaged me after but he got busier with his work and I am not a text-er plus I'd a lot of things to do before I left Korea. It was, I didn't knew anything and I didn't want to think about it. I hoped he'd pretend nothing happened, please. But I knew he won't.

I sighed and as I entered the main set, around the vanity and food truck, the manager and Namjoon's staff members greeted me. After that, I mean impractically I wanted earth to open and swallow me. Living is hard anyway.

I'd a flight on the weekend, I'd to pack and I'd to get new boots but I'm just dumb because I'm trying to think of other things. I need a new nail paint, do I? I looked at my nails which were painted black. Maybe grey?

"Sunbae?", Jae Chan shook me and I looked at him. He gestured me to look up front and Namjoon was right there looking like Namjoon.

"Hi", I awkwardly waved at him.

"Hi", he flashed his dimple smile at me. His dimple smile hits me.

"You can get the makeup and hair done, I've a few things to recheck", I excused myself. This is awkward. This is so awkward. I hate it.

Δ

Even though I had that awkwardness lingering around but we were nearing to the end of the shoot which went really good because everyone worked so hard. It was mostly one-takes and the lighting supported the whole setting making it so easier for us to finish.

Moreover, it was a while since I had done a music video so it felt good being back on a set like this. Namjoon looked really good with the styling and although I knew the outfits pre-shoot, he still looked better then I'd imagined him to look which enhanced the whole vibe of the music video. He owned earthly tones.

That's why casting and styling is so important. Very much. Makes a gigantic difference.

"What's wrong with you?", I didn't notice he was standing next to me with a small fan in his hands while we prepped for the last shot.

"What's wrong with me?", I asked him, as I adjusted the frame in the main camera. I didn't want this conversation especially right now, especially here.

"I mean...you knowww?", I could feel his stare while I shifted the camera, something is wrong with this.

"I don't know", I said, without looking at him. I was unintentionally making him mad and nothing else.

"I was really scared that you'd say this and see, I mean, why can't you behave normal when I mention anything about us?", he hissed near me and I looked around. Luckily there was no one in our proximity to hear this conversation.

"I-I, Namjoon", I exclaimed, vaguely pointing at the setting hoping we could do this later and I could explain that I would love us but he needs to understand that I won't even be in Korea as much as he thinks I would be and that's why it won't work out.

"I don't care", he eyed me.

"I do. I care, okay? There's no us to begin with and I know I was stupid enough to ask you what I should expect out of, what would you call it, we made out. That's that", I tried being really slow and I could feel annoyance in his sight.

"Made out! Okay, okay fine. I can't believe I deal with you. You're the one who doesn't text or call or even respond to it and that's bare minimum ___", he pondered and I internally rolled my eyes.

I was leaving on the weekend. I was always leaving. That's it. "I don't have to and I have a life Namjoon. I've been working non stop all this time. I don't expect you to understand", I said, standing up from my seat while I called for the head DOP from the walkie talkie.

"You don't want to be understood ___", Namjoon said, grabbing me from my arm and stopping me. He wasn't wrong. A few eyes snapped and I forced a smile immediately. "I like you, I like you a lot. Deal with it", he walked past me.

Deal with it.

As if.

Very abruptly, the last shot rolled in and it was over. The music video was done in a day. It was originally a two day sketch but we had to narrow it down to one day because of Namjoon's schedule and it was worrisome because it did seem impossible but things went smoothly and it was successfully over.

I told Jae Chan to wrap the filming site, though most of it was done while I was present. I picked my bag from a table to leave, kept right ahead from the vanity. Namjoon had left, I guess. I wasn't sure because after the last shot he was angry. He had his jaw clenched all that time, he barely managed to keep it out on the music video.

He was like this, his anger was pretty evident and that hadn't changed.

I like you. I like you a lot.

I couldn't wrap my head around that thought. Did he like me all this time? It sounded pretty crazy to me. I had never thought about anything with Namjoon. He was a friend I could like but I didn't, I had never expected anything out of my acquaintance with him anyway.

"You ate?", his deep voice made me look at him who stood at the steps of the vanity. He hadn't left yet.

"No", I said. He had changed into his normal clothes, the makeup was gone but he still looked great. His natural complexion was shining as the set lights fell onto his face. It made me surer how Namjoon needed someone who could be there rather then somebody who's never there.

"Come eat something", he said calmly. He looked much composed then before.

"I am not hungry", I stated just when he darted towards me. He held me by my forearm, dragging me into the vanity which was empty except for us. A few dishes were laid out on the table in front of the small couch.

"Eat and leave", he said, taking a seat on one of the chairs in front of the mirrors fidgeting with his phone while I quietly sat on the couch. I just wanted it to be over but I'd no appetite so I kept staring at the couple of Italian dishes which were pasta, carbonara I guess, rissoto and also jjangmyeong. "Just eat anything ___", he said, without bothering to look at me.

"I don't really have an appetite", I said, throwing my head back and looking at the ceiling of the vanity.

"What you've is a habit of skipping meals", he eyed me.

I looked at him. "Do you remember everything? Like literally everything?", I asked him as curiosity brimmed in my eyes.

"You don't?", he asked me back. "Well, for me, yeah I do. I did remember every thing but I should probably forget now. I didn't really asked to work with you because I wanted something but I can't say I didn't hope", he locked his phone and kept it on the space in front him. "I mean, we did had something. We did have something a few days ago. You can't exactly call me a friend and I've never seen you as one. The moment you walked in trying to fix the mess on the set since then till now I can't say I didn't hope you'd look at me the same way", he said, bringing all the memories back alive, but it was true, I never looked at him the way he'd wanted me to, hell, I couldn't believe it one bit. "It's true", he said, as if he just read my mind.

It was, it didn't made sense to me. How could he? Why would he? I uh, I think shit's wrong with me because even now I can't seem to focus on someone who confessed their feelings and that someone being Namjoon from all people.

I remember when I was one of the assistant directors under the director for one of the most low-key and low budget project. They didn't had many resources and our firm wasn't doing well either. We always had to come up with hacks, unknown locations for shooting...it was always so hard. We didn't had any respect in the industry.

It was two companies in one boat at the end of bankruptcy and we were so young and such good friends. I knew the rest of the members too but I kind of had a certain vibe with Namjoon. He could get me without having to speak.

I locked at him, his face was fixated on me and I could like him, in fact I did love him not romantically, I just did. I had a lot of love for him. He was caring for the people around him and I loved talking to him. He never once made anyone feel like he was a celebrity back then and a global celebrity now well yeah. He did deserve someone who could be here for him.

He stood up and walked towards me and my eyes followed him. He took a seat next to me and I could see he picked a bowl up but I didn't see which one because I couldn't stop looking at him. Namjoon took a significant amount and extended it to me and I looked at the noodles for a second and then at him. He just nodded and I ate it.

It was good.

"Thanks", I said, wiping the corners of my mouth with my fingers.

"Do you want me to feed you all the way or can you eat your own?", he asked me.

"I will eat", I told him and he gave me the bowl so I could eat on my own. "You ate?", I asked him and he instantly nodded.

"You're going somewhere, aren't you?", he asked me and I felt as if I've just been struck with something.

"Hmm", I said, my mouth almost filled. "And, I...I want to tell you something like adults and clear it. Namjoon you know my work and I am always not here, never. It's useless. Trust me on this, it's not like that but you know you'll need someone beside you and I can't be the one", I told him, calmly, before gulping water down.

"I know that but I'm okay with it. In fact, we would go hand in hand better because I can't take you out on exotic dates as well. This is what you get", he vaguely gestured at the vanity and I chuckled and he warmly smiled at me.

After a second, I spoke much seriously then before, "It will be hard and you know that. It'll be frustrating. You could hate me".

"If you've tired it with someone before, I am not exactly happy knowing this, but you shouldn't compare me with some random dude with a peculiar taste in leather clothing", he rolled his eyes, shifting his back comfortably.

"Hey! Don't be mean just because you see stuff on my Instagram", I scoffed and he maintained his long face.

"No really, what do you take me for? You think you won't have time for me? I won't have time for you", he went on.

"Namjoon", I dragged his name. His tendency to be sarcastic at odd moments is unmatched.

"Don't call my name like that", he stared at my eyes.

"Like what?", I asked him.

"Like you can love me", he said.

"I...you don't have to be like this", I said, keeping the empty bowl on the table.

"Give me a chance then, try it out. I would wait for you I promise", Namjoon took my hand in his and covered it with his warmth.

"Will I be able to...wait?", I looked away from him, thinking about it so hard.

"___ don't think too much. I promise, we'll be fine", he said, his hands travelling to my waist and before he could grab it. I screeched closer to him. I cupped his face and attached my lips to his, while his hands held on my body.

________________

My relationship with Namjoon was better then I imagined it. I tried my best to be there for him and he was surprisingly almost there for me but it wasn't exactly easy.

It was months and months of hardships and Namjoon was more needy then I thought him to be, he needed a lot of assurance. I don't understand the notion that he holds of everyone wanting me so he needs to be extra careful. I still don't get that his insecure ass doesn't trusts his own members, he won't let me meet them at all.

He was really different. He shifted from dominant to romantic in one second. I loved that. I kind of missed it so much.

He held my hand I could feel it by the way his skin felt against mine, he whirled me around and in a second his hand rested on my waist as he urged me to walk next to him. He was in a perfect disguise and I looked at him. I could tell he was smiling beneath his black mask.

"See, this is why I don't trust other guys! How could you let someone do this to you in the midst of the road in a foreign country?", he asked me.

"No stranger would confidently do this to anyone in a foreign country", I playfully hit him on his leg and he stopped, pretending to be gravely hurt. "I can't believe you", I looked at him as I went with his act. I supported him in standing completely. In a second, he intertwined his fingers with mine.

"I missed you", he softly whispered in my ear.

"I missed you too", I whispered back, softly. I pulled him in an empty alley and pulled his mask down. "I need you to do something", I told him, nibbling on his ear and I could feel my skin feel the heat that it yearned for since a couple of months before him going on tour.

"Right now?", he asked surprised.

"Yeah, right now", I said and I could feel him harden against my pelvis.

"You are...so, not right now. Let's go to your hotel room. I'm still famous", he pulled me closer and I chuckled. He turned me around, pulling his mask down, he kissed me hard. His mouth pressed against mine. I held him tightly and he gasped. "I love you", he softly said before pulling his mask up.

"I, you", I held his hand again.

#bts #bts fanfic #kim namjoon #namjoon #namjoon fic #namjoon smut #namjoon fanfic

[blysse-and-blunder]

in lieu of making any progress on the end of the semester

9:30pm, sunday, dec 5, 2021

i swear i spend so much time thinking about what to say in these and i get very excited to spill all my thoughts and secrets, and then completely run out of time every week. i'm doing this instead of other Necessary and More Important things bc i simply cannot skip again, i have to get this stuff off my chest and close the tabs so here we go...!

reading since the last one of these i wrote, i've finished the book of three by lloyd alexander, all systems red by martha wells, and have tried *so* *hard* to finish the sunne in splendour by sharon kay penman. quick thoughts here include how much the book of three reminded me of narnia in that mid-century, post-war jolly uk children's fantasy, though of course i did enjoy the welsh dimension. fascinating to think about alexander's decision to use gwydion as he does, fascinating to know more about the actual stories and some of the names being played on than i would have if i'd read this as a youth--i wonder how hard it would have been to shake my first impressions of some of these characters if i'd come to this first, rather than the actual PKM? e.g. Arawn, who is much spookier in this book than in pwyll.

my murderbot take is going to disappoint the murberbot fans in the audience because i really zoomed through this first novella, listening to the audiobook, which-- i don't know that this novella worked for me as an audio book! the sci-fi terms and jargon, which is so satisfyingly done in general, was hard to parse and a lot of the world-building was hard to keep track of only listening (and i could rewind to relisten to parts when needed, but i was also lazy). but on the other hand, having a real live voice to bring murderbot itself to life was sort of perfect, given its own ruminations on being a sec unit and what that means re: personhood. it shaped my understanding of the character, sure, but in a way that immediately reinforced all of the empathy i already felt building for this narrator. the only things i have to say about the sunne in splendour are that a) this is clearly not shakespeare's richard iii and i can accept that, finally, b) i really want to know how penman's suggestion of the actual culprit behind the princes in the tower mystery stacks up against the other historical theories out there, and c) all the good things i might say about the experience of reading this book pall before how bloody long it's taken me. i would like to be over now.

watching continued with succession by finishing season 1 and watching the first to episodes of season 2. i spend a lot of this show talking back to the characters, telling them "i don't...think that's true?" when they say things to each other, and avoiding watching decisions that lead to inevitable second-hand embarrassment. currently convinced that kendall is dissociating most of the time, shiv and logan are going to turn on each other asap, corporate espionage and verbal abuse are just love languages for these people. greg is going to be the nhs/sleeper mastermind somehow, i say not having avoided spoilers all that well but having mostly avoided spoilers, and tom is manages to combine being so incredibly self-conscious and also so un self-aware? it's mesmerizing but sometimes i can't actually watch.

also started watching prime's wheel of time, which is a good time since i've read the first three +/- books, ages ago, but don't remember much at all, and so am really well-positioned to have vaguely fond reminiscences stirred up while simultaneously not giving much of a shit at whatever they've changed. i'd like to take this magic system apart with a really fine-toothed comb and rewrite/reinvent everything about it that smacks of gender essentialism, i'd like to queer and/or trans the one power's genders, but mainly as i watch right now i like seeing the pretty people in the pretty landscapes. this show's aesthetic is the opposite of grim-dark, they've turned up the color-saturation and it's just...fun. lan and moiraine are very attractive and their whole Thing is very attractive; it's the intimacy and devotion for me. haven't seen episode 5 yet but excited to keep up.

i finally finished word of honor but this is a long-ass post already so the hot-takes are: my interest in this ended up being solely based on the charisma of individual actors' performances, and in that, i really enjoyed it. shout-out to gong jun and everything he brought to this. put your leading men in eye-shadow, say i! let them be a little feral!

listening bouncing around through lots of different musical tones and styles lately, but the noteworthy stuff of the last week or so was me introducing myself to sunday in the park with george, in order to better appreciate sondheim, and also dipping my toe into patti smith's oeuvre. it's been a time.

playing (and also a bit more listening here) i don't know what level of stress and/or burn-out leads you to getting completely distracted by once-beloved classical music, but i hit it on thursday this week. i stumbled, delighted, onto the fact that the new york philharmonic has scanned and uploaded a bunch of scores to their digital archives, and it was a sudden rush to realize that i had the house to myself and could use the scan of the flute I/II-piccolo parts to play along with a recording of aaron copland's appalachian spring. the recording i was listening to, aurora orchestra, helpfully split it up into the separate dances, which made it easier to follow along in the score--and it turns out, the piece was scored for a 13-piece ballet pit orchestra at first anyway. while i personally do like it from a full orchestra, lush and shimmery, and prefer to treat it as a tone poem without a definite narrative (landscapes/abstract imagery a la fantasia is what i've always heard in it, rather than specific characters), it does dance. those time signature changes are a nightmare, but i feel mostly fond and satisfied by their quirks and misdirections after having just listened to the piece for years, and it was a rush to see them in print for the first time.

https://archives.nyphil.org/index.php/artifact/294a07e6-51fe-41e7-9543-5160b7443296-0.1/fullview#page/1/mode/2up

to my absolute delight, the music librarians apparently do not erase previous musicians' marks in this archive-- breaths, counting, the proof of other hands on these pages. on the last few lines of the flute ii part, there are a series of notes from previous players, the first one mostly scribbled out but still recognizable as some form of 'god help us all', with subsequent notes from the 1970s and 80s with later players agreeing or disagreeing (because of the counting? lol), and...god. loved to stumble on that. between that and getting to try my hand at the solo bits, and experience even this distantly the way those chords come together, sweet never saccharine, occasionally ecstatic but always sincere-- it really salvaged that afternoon.

making yardwork, mostly. is that generative, or just maintenance? it was cathartic, anyway. began to snow just as i was finishing.

working on i'm going to have to submit this diss proposal without written feedback from a couple of these clowns, won't i. fuck.

#in lieu of a commonplace book #ilcb #*slaps the side of this post* this baby can fit so much stream of consciousness in it #weekly roundup

[ssson-of-sparda]

A TRIP TO THE BEACH - PART 2 (DANTE X FEM!READER)

Summary: When Dante shows up, Patty finally learns how things ended between Y/N and him but that's not the kind of ending she likes. (Part 5 of A Tab To Erase) (Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4)

Tags: Dante is Tony Redgrave / Love / Angst / Blood and Gore / Minor Character Death / Violence

Author’s note: This is the end! I hope you enjoyed this fan fiction as much as I enjoyed writing it. I can't wait to read your thoughts about it. Is it the end you expected? How did you imagine it? Tell me everything. I'm all ears

Patty dared peeping from above the headrest of the couch when the woman opened the door, definitely curious to see the two adults’ reactions when they would finally see each other – though she still feared Dante’s wrath a little.                 But when she finally saw them face-to-face, this couple she had been imagining – and rooting for - for weeks, she didn’t care about her friend’s anger or disappointment - He would definitely thank her later - . They looked so perfect, like coming from an episode of one of those telenovelas she loved so much. Dante was towering Y/N perfectly and she was so pretty. And the lighting.  Gosh “Like a scene from a movie.” She sighed. If only she could read their minds right now.      “There you are, young lady!” Dante declared with a menacing finger as he entered the house            “Hi Dante! What are you doing here?” Patty tried to play innocent but there was something in her voice that couldn’t fool Dante. “I’m sorry, Y/N. I never thought this annoying little brat would dare come here … or steal my stuff.”  “That’s alright, Dante. We were having fun actually. And at least, that girl dared visit me … unlike someone else.” Dante definitely felt that sting and he knew he deserved it. “How long has it been?” “A while.” He said, pretending to be casual even though he had the right amount of years and months in mind. “And this day never happened. Come on, Patty. Let’s go.”             No, no, no. This couldn’t end like that. Patty thought. Not after all this time. “Can I at least finish my tea please?”                  “ I’ll buy you a tea on the way back to Red Grave. Let’s go!” Dante insisted as he came closer to the girl to grab her by the arm and drag her away from Y/N’s place as fast as possible. “Right. Like I’m going to believe you. You never buy me anything, even when you owe me.” Y/N smiled while Dante sighed deeply. “Damn it.”                  “ Plus, you still owe me a trip to the beach.”   “ Alright. I’ll take you to the beach. You happy? Now let’s go.” He tried to pull her from the sofa but the girl resisted.             “ Or … you can let Y/N finish her story.” Patty suggested. Dante glanced at Y/N whom he hadn’t seen go to the kitchen to prepare him a strawberry sundae. “Actually I’d prefer that. Y/N can you continue your story, please?”   “ Well, maybe Dante can tell you so that you can finally erase his tab while I’m making this devil a strawberry sundae. Topped with a cherry and two pink wafers, is that it?”           “I don’t know. You’re the pro.” He had a faint smile at her that Patty noticed and beamed at. About time. “Where did you stop you damn story?”

A TRIP TO THE BEACH - Part 2

Dante was sitting at his desk, eyes closed, a magazine covering his face while he was listening to some good old school metal on the jukebox he had just acquired when the damn machine starting to sizzle and shake. “You gotta be kidding me.” Dante complained and, with a deep sigh, got up from his chair to kick the jukebox like Y/N had once taught him. “Funny how those machines always need a good kick to work.”          When he thought of his beloved girlfriend and realised how late it was, he wondered how the hell she had not arrived yet. It was very dark outside and the clock was striking one. The restaurant should be closed by now and Y/N should have been in his arms at least an hour ago, naked preferably.

Not sure Patty needs to know that.

Worry tied Dante’s stomach in a knot in spite of his sleepy brain screaming at him not to be paranoid. “Relax, Dante. She’s probably helping clean the kitchen or something”, he told himself     And yet, tired of repeating this sentence over and over again in his head, he decided to grab his coat and head to the diner. Better be paranoid and look like fool rather than wait here and worry one more second. Plus, he had waited long enough already and he had made a fool of himself in front of Y/N more than once. So what was one more time, huh?

But when Dante arrived at the restaurant and found it empty and dark, he wished he looked like a paranoid fool. But he was not paranoid and he was not a fool. He was terrified and alert in ways he hadn’t been for years. “Please be okay.” He whispered as he entered the place, feeling once again like a little boy hidden in a cupboard, crying for mommy and his brother. A ghastly feeling for someone who had spent years burying his past deep in his armoured heart as a promise … a dying wish.

Dante climbed the stairs quickly, very quickly and yet not quickly enough to his taste, only to stop and freeze at the sight and smell of warm blood on the wooden floor. But there was not just iron and salt flowing to his nostrils, there was this stench, rotting and disgusting, a stench only his demon sense could pick but that would soon be unbearable for humans too, he was sure of it. The stench of decaying corpses.

The son of Sparda never really liked Y/N’s parents. He actually lost almost all sort of respect for them the second they insulted him and made him understand they would never approve of him or of his relationship with their precious daughter. But when he saw them both, drenched in blood and completely ripped apart, their broken bodies lying on the floor of in their bedroom, he couldn’t help but feel sadness and compassion especially for the woman who was standing in the corner of the room, petrified and in tears, her small feminine frame strongly hold in a demonic grip. A nightmarish vision that had been scaring Dante for too long.               “Took you long enough… Son of Sparda.” The demon said with a calm and yet menacing cavernous voice that would make anyone tremble in fear. But that wasn’t the sound of his voice that made Dante afraid – because yes he was afraid –

You? Afraid? Rrr, shut up!

It was the sight of the woman he loved so close to that monster’s sharp claws.           The half-demon squinted at the devil before him, at his cloaked silhouette hidden in the darkness, trying to hide his fear, turning it into a nonchalant and over-confident mask he knew how to wear better than anything else (except his red leather jacket) but that somehow didn’t look as convincing as usual. “I’m afraid you’ve got the wrong guy, pal. Sparda may have a son. But that's not me.”          “Tony, what’s going on?” Y/N’s voice was shaking just like the rest of her body.            “It’s alright, baby. I’ll get you out of here. I promise.” He had too.        “You can try and pretend to be someone else. But I know who you are. Dante, Son of Sparda. And soon, your blood will flow for what your father did to my master.” Usually, that same old routine would have made Dante scoff and slice that creature in two for he was used to demons coming at him with pathetic threats and silly villain monologues. But today, what was at stake was simply way too important for impulsiveness.           “And who would that master be?”         “The one true king of the underworld. Mundus.”

Dante had heard that name before, long ago, in something that was now a long-time memory. Mundus was the villain of his favourite bedtime story, the one his father would always tell him and Vergil before going to sleep, when they were nothing but kids tucked in their beds.            Mundus. He remembered how that name would make him fidget and jump in anticipation and how his big brother in the bed under his would always kick him through the mattress to make him stop wriggling like a hyperactive goldfish out of water.            Mundus, the so-called Prince of Darkness Sparda had cast away and locked in the underworld a long long time ago to free the human world from his diabolical tyranny. Never thought he would have ever heard about him in another context though.

“Oh. That dude. Thought he would be dead by now… like you soon will be”    “Cocky, just like that filthy betrayer Sparda.” The demon smiled, showing short pointy black fangs that yet shone in the dim moonlight. “And in love with a human, just like he was. It would be a shame …” He grabbed a strand of Y/N’s (colour) hair to toy with it with a vicious smirk, making the young woman shiver even more. “… if something were to happen to her the same way something happened to your slut mother” Dante felt his jaw clench tight and his nails pierce the flesh of his palms. The rage, it was slowly yet surely eating at him.               “Don’t you dare talk about my mother! And don’t you dare lay even just a finger on Y/N!” Dante growled, not realising he had just given his identity up. But the black demon did and with a satisfied smile, he cupped Y/N’s face in between his vile sharp claws to burry his long nose in Dante lover’s soft hair and smell her human perfume that was oh so exquisite to him. An intended provocation and an effective one.      “How chivalrous! How noble! I’m sure your father would have said the same thing…” Dante frowned and clenched his fists even tighter, trying to stay put and in control, trying desperately to resist the powerful will to pounce on that demon and impale him on his sword and spill his guts on the floor. He knew he had too because he knew that the reaction he thought so much about was exactly what that monster wanted.           He was trying to infuriate him, to make him reckless and stop thinking rationally so that he would have him at a possible advantage when he let his rage have the best of him. Provocation at its finest. A strategy Dante knew all about. “… had he been here when I and my fellow demons tore her apart.” Yes, he knew all about it and yet... “Mundus says farewell, hybrid filth.” He suddenly stopped caring about what he knew.

Dante jumped and with a scream, unsheathed his sword to slash the arm that was holding Y/N. An impulsive move, a mistake he realised only too late, when the demon pierced the soft neck of the one he loved the most with his sharp claws in an attempt to protect himself from the demonic blade.       Everything went so quick to Y/N and yet so slow to Dante. She didn’t scream. She didn’t even have time to realise what was going on or to process the sudden pain. She only understood something was wrong when her body hit the floor and she saw Dante’s icy blue eyes widen and stare at her in horror. Then she felt the blood, her blood she was quite certain of it, running along her pale skin covering it in shades of dark red.                   Dante screamed like never before, like no human could, so loud the walls trembled and the demon slightly bowed down in fear. He screamed with an anger, a rage he didn’t know he was capable of, something so deep and passionate he never thought was in him. Something fiery … something … demonic. It felt like his skin was burning, like there was a ravaging fire spreading, growing in his body, menacing to burst, to combust him. And it almost did. It almost did but it stopped just when Rebellion sliced the head of the demon open, spilling his brains and his blood on the walls behind him.   Then, there was a relief that all this was over. The fight. The fire. The fear…  No not the fear!

“Y/N” Dante ran to her and quickly pressed her body against his. His hand found her neck to apply pressure on her bloody wound. She was barely conscious but she was still with him. “I’m so sorry, baby. Hold on, I got you.” He kissed her forehead. It was so cold against his lips. “You’re gonna be okay. I promise.”

Dante stayed by her side for what seemed hours to him, holding her tight against him, trying to keep the weakening life in her safe, when finally blue and red lights began to flicker in the bedroom. What happened next was so blurry. All he could make out were a group of men dragging Y/N from his embrace, saying they would take care of her and that he had to let her go. He didn’t know how he did it but he eventually obeyed those men, in spite of his arms trying to reach for her.         He followed them- followed Y/N- to the crowded street where the nearby residents were crammed into, whispering and trying to take a peep at what was going on in this usual very quiet neighbourhood. But he didn’t care about them or their judgmental looks. All he cared about was Y/N being taken away in an ambulance.   The paramedics didn’t let him in. And in spite of how much he wanted to fight their decision, Dante chose not to. He couldn’t delay them. Y/N’s life depended on time and too much had been wasted already.

But he found her again, like he would always find her, and he spent days waiting for her to wake up, waiting for her beautiful (colour) eyes to open again, for her sweet voice to say she was alright, his hand holding hers in an eternal grip that only her awakening could break, days in which he had to think about what happened, about what could have happened and what will happen. So many hypothesis, each one worse than the last.       And when Y/N finally awoke and, with a soft smile that bear no grudges or hatred, said. “Hey handsome.” He did what he thought he should have done days ago. “We need to end this.”

***

Patty’s eyes were glowing with tears as she was staring at Dante without blinking. This was certainly the saddest love story she had ever heard in her entire life. Even Bolero in Spring had never made her feel so much. “You can’t do that!” She declared as if in denial, as if she could change the past. “The story can’t end like this!”    “But it is not a story, Patty. This is not some television show made to satisfy a bunch of hopeless romantic little girls. It’s real life. And real life is tough and …” Dante looked at Y/N, at her sad eyes and at the scar she was trying to conceal under a red silk scarf. “What’s done cannot be undone.” “But you loved each other!” The girl was almost furious, shaking her head nervously.              “Patty.” Dante said calmly.       “And you still love each other, I’m sure of it. I can tell by the way you both tell your story.”   “Patty.” Dante repeated with insistence this time.     “I won’t have this ending! No way!” She shouted with a deep frown.                  “It has already ended!” Dante screamed and Patty froze. He had never screamed at her, never in his entire life, even in times when she was incredibly annoying. He had never screamed at her. “It has ended. And neither you nor anyone can change it, okay? If it doesn’t please you, you can leave, wait in the car and go back to your mushy love series.”

There was a pregnant silence in which Patty stared at Dante with a disappointment he had never witnessed. “Y/N was right. You know how to fight demons. But you don’t know how to fight YOUR demons.” And she got up and left the house to do exactly what her beloved friend had told her, meaning wait in the car to go back to mushy love stories, leaving Dante and Y/N alone in the living room with nothing else but a heavy discomfort.

“I’m sorry for making a scene.”                “ Well, you always had a flair for the dramatic.” They both had a conspiratorial smile similar to the ones they used to share when they were younger except it was fainter, sadder. “ She read the letter, the one you wrote me” Dante said staring at his hands in discomfort. He couldn’t look at Y/N, not with all the memories rushing in his head.                  “ I figured.” But she looked at him, excepting deep down he would say something, anything about what happened.”Never thought you would have kept it though.”               “ Why not?”       “ You never replied.” And there it was, that disappointment Dante well deserved.   “I did reply. I just never sent the letter.” Y/N's eyes slightly widened at this unexpected confession. What did he mean by that?              “Huh, words of advice. After writing a letter to someone, you need to mail it.” She declared sarcastically, not really knowing how she managed to crack such a joke. Was it a joke? Maybe, because Dante laughed a bit.       “ I had no money to buy a stamp.” The girl scoffed. She knew the man before her all to well to know that this was “Bullshit.” But she had missed it, missed him.  “What did it say?”          “ Same crap I told you at the hospital. How much I was sorry and … You know what? … There.” He opened his red coat to take a crumpled letter from his inside pocket. It was unsealed, stamped –obviously- and her name and address were written on it.                “ I hope Devil May Cry will never provide delivery service cause this has clearly arrived way too late.” However she took it in her hands, gathering all her inner strength not to tremble as she could feel all those emotions shaking inside of her.  “ Years too late. You can say it.” Dante smiled as he watched the letter he had kept to himself for so many years finally reaching its long-awaited recipient.  “I don’t expect you to read it … or open it. You can actually turn it into a paper plane or shove it down my throat if you want. I won’t fight you.” Of course he had to joke, to play it cool but she didn’t mind. She knew it was just one of his defence mechanism and she couldn’t blame him for it.      “ So why giving it to me?” Dante shrugged, refusing to admit he did want her to read what his young 19 years old self had to say, what he still had to say. “You can’t stop with the devil-may-care for a second and admit what you truly want, what you truly feel, can you?”     “ Fight my demons, huh?” He quoted her and she nodded. “Yes. Would that be so complicated for a ‘menacing devil hunter’ like yourself?” It was her turn to quote him but that quote made him melancholically happy.                   “ I guess that’s a challenge I still can not face.”              “ Or don’t want to” There was a new pause and as they finally looked at each other’s eyes, they knew they would not fix what had been broken years ago today. He was not ready. Not yet anyway. And that was okay. Y/N was patient. She could wait. She could keep waiting.     “Goodbye Y/N” Especially when this time a kiss on her forehead and a hand on her cheek felt more hopeful than ever. “Goodbye, Dante.”

And she watched him leave, again, but certain that someday, one day he would come back to her as he always would. After all, he promised.

#DEVIL MAY CRY #DANTE #DANTE X READER #DMC FANFICTION #DEVIL MAY CRY FANFICTION #A TAB TO ERASE #PATTY LOWELL

[queen-susans-revenge]

Star Wars Rebels season 3 recaps

"Warhead"

So as I finished this episode my main thought was how excited I was for the accompanying chapter of Fade to Red, because Hera and Kanan are offscreen for almost the whole ep. Sooooo much room for fic to play!

And then chapter 14 turns out to be a lovely, languid, playful (and very NSFW) episode that had me in tears again by the end of it, with the sweetness of it. With thinking once again about how they had that, dammit, they must have had that.

Here's my notes from watching the show:

We open on a pair of Star Destroyers releasing a bunch of odd looking capsules. They've got ignition and apparently hyperdrive? One lands, presumably by chance, on Atollon and releases what looks like a protocol droid. Apparently it is in fact a spy droid because it immediately becomes interested in the signs of Rebel activity around.

However, the hostile wildlife of Atollon in this case works to the rebels' advantage, as a pair of those clacky spider things (Wookieepedia tells me they're called krykna) ambush the droid.

Cut to Hera being the boss lady. "Hobbie, Wedge, let's go, move it! We're behind schedule, Phoenix Squadron!" They're off to do some kind of training exercise. Zeb's annoyed that he can't go too, but Hera informs him that as her chief of security—is that a promotion for Zeb? Nice—he needs to stay behind with the droids and guard the base.

"Carry on, Captain Orrelios," Sabine says cheerfully as she and the rest of the Spectres take off on the Ghost. I don't understand how ranks work here because Hera is clearly in charge of Zeb but I think she's the same rank?

And here's where I paused the ep and spent an hour falling down a rabbit hole on Google.

Okay so Hera is promoted to General in season four (offscreen, between episodes 8 and 9). Before that her rank is a little hazy, because as captain of her own ship she's an informal "captain" whether or not she's also a Captain in the military structure of the Rebel Alliance. In season two we saw her promoted to Phoenix Leader. Does that come with a rank? Well, Kanan made a big deal of calling her Captain Hera, laying stress on the title, and adding a salute.

So then I was like, all right, maybe she got another promotion offscreen and is now Captain First Class or something like that, I have no idea, is that a thing? So now I'm on the U.S. Navy's website looking up ranks and fun fact: the Navy doesn't have generals! The only rank above a Captain in the Navy is an Admiral.

The Rebel Alliance definitely has admirals, and most of the terms they use seem to be naval: the ships travel in fleets, etc. But the Army has generals, and they have captains too!

Back to Wookieepedia. WHAT kind of command structure are we dealing with here. Okay there is a category for Galactic Alliance ranks, but it needs some updating, it's almost empty and missing things like captains and generals. The military ranks page mixes Imperial and Alliance terms and doesn't have any kind of breakdown of command hierarchy, BUT I do spot a canonical reference to a "captain third class!"

So great, that's enough for a headcanon anyway. Hera is a Captain something class and Zeb is a lesser rank of captain, and now I can go back to watching the show although I really want to know whether Kanan and Ezra have ranks? I don't think so, because Rex keeps getting tripped up on what to call Kanan, and because these are our new Jedi who aren't making the same old mistakes. Kanan won't have forgotten what his master taught him:

[image id: a panel from the first issue of the Kanan comic book. Depa Billaba is shown saying, "I believe the Jedi order made a crucial error in taking military titles."]

But does Sabine have a rank? You guys don't wear uniforms or anything, how is anybody supposed to tell?

ANYway. Closing nine tabs, I return to the show.

"Did they seriously leave YOU in charge of this entire facility?" AP-5 sneers at Zeb. This droid is very good at sneering, and Chopper takes the chance to join in.

Zeb, understandably pissed, refuses the opportunity to conduct an inventory of the supply depot with AP-5. Chopper ain't interested either.

Zeb goes to the command center instead, where we see that he's not REALLY all alone on the base with the droids. There's like some dudes in helmets here too. See, those guys are wearing uniforms!

The dudes in helmets tell Zeb that they're picking up what looks like a meteor strike, and it's knocked out one of the perimeter sensors. So Zeb takes Chopper to go check it out, and finds the infiltrator droid: the spiders have left it in a disabled state. Since it doesn't have Imperial markings, he's not sure what it is. Over Chopper's objections he brings it back to the base.

Chopper gets a really cute moment where he gets to grumble-beep in the exact tones and cadence as: "I've got a baaaaaaad feeling about this."

Back aboard a Star Destroyer, Kallus is alerted that one of the infiltrator droids has dropped out of communication. He plays down the information and delays notifying command.

Back on Atollon, Zeb brings the disabled infiltrator to AP-5, who doesn't recognize it either but is able to reboot it. It's got some damage to its memory circuits and declares its designation "unknown," and then immediately proceeds to scan and inventory the entire munitions depot in a matter of seconds. "He's better at your job than YOU are!" Zeb crows.

AP-5 concludes that the newcomer is "a logistics droid," and claims it as an assistant. Chopper still doesn't like it though, and the feeling is mutual.

Zeb is called back to the command center for a priority message. It's Kallus (behind Fulcrum protocols), warning about the infiltrator droid. Zeb races back to the droids just in time to see the infiltrator go into full scary destroyer mode. "Designation, Imperial Infiltrator droid EXD-9. Assignment: Atollon. Target: Rebels."

Fight time! Zeb takes the brunt of the heat, but good ol' Chopper wades in bravely with his electroprod too. They manage to damage EXD-9 and it withdraws.

AP-5 wants to contact Captain Syndulla. (So definitely a captain! could still be a captain somethingth class though! I am really fighting the urge to go look up whether higher or lower is better here. It would be Captain First Class if she was at the top of a captaincy hierarchy, right?) But Zeb insists that everyone needs to track the droid and prevent it from returning with its data to the Empire. And to his credit, it's the right call.

They track the droid by its leaking fluids, but that trail ends with a dismembered astromech. EXD-9 cannibalized it for parts and has repaired itself. This scene is kinda spooky-cool.

Chopper can't pick up the signal of EXD-9's power core, so they conclude that it's still damaged and will be looking for more parts. Zeb gets the bright idea of using Chopper as bait to lure it out. AP-5 points out that Zeb should probably stop firing his bo rifle in a munitions depot, so they're going to have to rassle the thing instead.

Chopper does a really great job with his part of the plan, which I would like to point out required quite a lot of bravery. The "wrestling EXD-9" part of the plan turns out to be significantly dicier, but eventually they manage it and AP-5 is able to shut it down. The droids are forced to admit that Zeb's plan worked.

The last third of the episode is filled out with some business involving a failsafe timer/bomb embedded in EXD-9. Oh no, it's counting down! Chopper saves the day by...literally just spraying the countdown clock with some kind of ice spray that "freezes" it? Okay.

Then Zeb remembers Kallus warned him that if the droid stays out of communication for too long, the Imperials are gonna come looking for it. So he wants to wipe its memory and wake it back up, but AP-5 says any attempt to tamper with the memory will make the bomb go off. He also can't disarm the warhead, but conveniently, he CAN change the trigger mechanism. This all seems very fudged but the upshot is that the Rebels are able to make it so EXD-9 will still have all its data from Atollon, but blow up as soon as it connects to an Imperial network.

"Maybe even take some more of these droids with it," Zeb muses hopefully. "The Empire will never know which one it was!" Zeb, that's a HELL of an assumption to make.

Okay so this idea rests mostly on Zeb's wishful thinking, but AP-5 declares himself stunned by its brilliance. Chopper tries to register some objections but they're dismissed.

They restart EXD-9 with the frozen timer set to twenty seconds. (It's not going to "unfreeze" when the ice spray wears off?) EXD-9 goes back into protocol-droid mode and waddles amiably back to its ship...but it's got a long range transmitter! It'll be able to send its data back without returning to base! So Zeb has to shoot the transmitter, which he does, and then EXD-9 flies off. (It's not going to notice any funny business about that big red timer on its front chest?)

This all seems unconvincing, but everyone exchanges compliments and metaphorical high fives, and Zeb and AP-5 have earned a grudging respect for each other. I'm not convinced the tale of how Zeb and AP-5 earned a grudging respect for each other is a story that was really screaming out to be told, but sure.

Conveniently, Zeb's plan works insofar as the droid reports back to a Star Destroyer but then explodes before it can it transmit its data, dealing significant damage to the ship in the process. (It's also REALLY convenient that there are actually two Star Destroyers doing this infiltrator droid pod-drop thing, and Kallus happens to be in the other one.)

As it is, Kallus is impressed and turned on. The corner of his lips gives a tiny smirk as he watches the flames dance.

The Ghost returns to Atollon with the rest of the Spectres. Hera's not happy: "Okay, what happened that you called me back on day ONE of the exercise?"

Zeb's about to sheepishly confesses the hijinks when...another priority transmission cuts in. Fulcrum purrs about how well the brilliant counterintel mission went, unwittingly doing Zeb a solid in that moment.

But then we're back with Kallus in person. And he has to go report to Thrawn. "How did this happen, Agent Kallus?"

Kallus is smart enough not to attempt any misdirection here. "I suspect the rebels captured a unit in the field and reprogrammed it to self-destruct upon its return to base. Quite ingenious, really."

Thrawn is pleased, both with this answer and with the outcome of the infiltrator droid deployment mission in general. Despite the loss of a bunch of men and droids and maybe a Star Destroyer (how many of those things does the Empire HAVE?), Thrawn's now narrowed down the location of the Rebel base considerably. The droids were only targeting about a hundred different systems at a time, and now he knows it's got to be on one of them.

This is a good, effective scene for Thrawn, and a strong close to an episode that was otherwise stitched together out of plot holes and convenience.

#star wars rebels #warhead #fade to red

[venivivividi]

headcAnon ✨ here! I am really enjoying season 3! ❤️ There are a few things I really wish they didn’t do or did differently but it’s been mostly a positive experience. So much cool alien stuff! Many character moments I loved! The plot! How are you liking it so far? I also wanted to know if you have any Alex and Rosa headcanons. I think they were friends. I feel like they would get each other. Or maybe Michael and Rosa headcanons in honor of last episode.

Hii 💛 I'm so glad you're enjoying season 3!

I am loving it! I can't say I am 100% satisfied with every plot point, every development, and every way they've handled stuff, but I am excitedly waiting for every episode and enjoying watching it every week, so at the end of the day it is an overall positive opinion on my part too.

Rosa is one of my favorite characters, so I'm happy they're including her more and they're giving her scenes with everyone else (I'm 👀 👀 at the scene she's gonna have with Michael, can't wait!)

As far as HCs go,

I'm pretty sure Rosa was one of those older sisters who pretended to be soooo annoyed by her little sister's friends, she referred to Alex and Maria as brats for years on end.

Nonetheless, she actually watched the three of them (and Kyle, occasionally) like a hawk during their get-togethers. Made sure none of the tinhats approached them at the Crashdown and skimmed off fries from other people's plates to bring them some.

Alex had always been a quiet kid, so at first Rosa didn't think much of him silently staring at her doing her nails, but the way he tried to avoid her eyes and cover his hands with his sleeves told her everything she needed to know:

Halloween 2005, she forcefully pushed two different shades of black nail polish and one glittery top coat into Alex's protesting hands: 'you can't go out with an unfinished costume, Alex. Now shut up and let me'

The feeling she got from watching Alex stroll around town with his nails varnished after that is too close to pride for her to acknowledge it.

I don't think they ever were close confidante-friends, but I do think that they both felt very safe with each other, in a way where they didn't have to explicitly state their secrets, but they still got support from one another.

I can totally see them just ~sharing space after a difficult day, sitting next to each other, not even listening to the same music because you know Rosa would be horrified at Alex's playlist, but- hey, everyone's entitled to their own coping mechanism.

Rosa is probably the only one who actually noticed Alex's big, elephant-sized crush on Michael. This was way before the guitar incident™, and honestly she thought Alex could do so much better, not that his master plan of wooing Michael by the sheer power of covertly staring is gonna get him anywhere.

Michael and Rosa never actually mingled in high school. Michael was too little of a bad boy, because acting up would inevitably call attention on him, and Rosa would have never let people see her hang with anyone who got an A+ on a physic paper.

That being said, Rosa started keeping tabs on Michael on Alex's behalf, not that Alex actually ever asked her to, but just because she was playing this game of 'how many different shades of pink can Alex turn when Guerin's name is casually dropped in a conversation?'. The answer is five.

Rosa didn't come along when Mimi and Maria took Alex to pierce his septum, but she did make sure to tell him he looked cool in front of everyone else (and Kyle) at the skate park that afternoon, and Alex did stand a little bit taller on his board.

Right before senior year, Alex uncharacteristically seeked Rosa out, showing her an eye pencil with trembling hands; they spent the entire afternoon trying out different styles and practicing, before settling on a fine line on his inner rim. Before sending him home, Rosa used her own mascara to paint a light coat on Alex's eyelashes. "Precioso", she whispered, before sticking the tube in his pocket.

Liz got so mad because her sister never let her borrow any make-up, and sulked until Rosa was able to convince her she only did it to pay him back for the shoes she ruined on her quinceañera.

Once she was out of school, I think Rosa took a step back from everything that reminded her of what she was trying to run away from, but incidentally, her newfound secret friendship with Izzy took her in Michael's orbit more often.

I don't think they ever hung out, but I do think they nodded towards each other in that indifferent way of acknowledging each other cool people tend to do. Why Michael was always around the corner when she went to see Izzy, she would never understand, but again, she also wished he didn't wonder about her presence in the near vicinity either.

For all the silent support they gave each other, I believe Rosa and Alex only hugged once. It was mother's day and Helena was god knows where and Alex was all alone, now that Flint was away at boot camp. No tear was shed, but after a good 40 minutes Alex stood up, hugged Rosa and went away. She made a mental note of try and catch up with him, maybe ask him if he finally got the huevos to ask Guerin out, or even just buy him a nice gift for his 18th birthday. Yes, that was exactly what she was going to do. Get better, buy Alex a gift, and tease him just a little bit. But first, get better. Sounds like a perfect plan.

#Roswell New Mexico #Rosa Ortecho #Alex Manes #Michael Guerin #rnm hc* #headcAnon ✨ #thanks for the ask!! #* #rnm*

[starfire-s]

I tried reading the preview comments of Nevertheless on youtube to find out what happened but they're all BS comments defending Jae Eon and trashing Do Hyeok so I gave up and closed the tab have you seen it was it good? Looks like she kisses Jae Eon yet again at the end of the preview that's all I saw and was disappointed again with Nabi. I think I'm done with this drama I thought they were showing this toxic guy and making it clear that it wasn't right but now it feels like they're

hey anon! i did watch it (since i’m replying a week late to this ask i am sorry) are the episodes ever good?! however one thing i noticed in this episode were that nabi always looks very uncomfortable around jae eon and i think that’s a conscious choice ms han so hee makes whereas with do hyeok she seems a lot more comfortable and calm???

#ask #anon #nevertheless #kdrama

[pundergrad]

Ritalin Report: Week 2

Day 1:

Doubled my dose as per Psych's instructions.

Well, I took one whole tablet (instead of half) in the morning - actually it was closer to midday - and thought I'd see how I went. Thank god I didn't take another full tab or I might have just disintegrated xD

An hour later I felt like I had drank pure caffeine. I was so energised and my hands were jittery and I wanted to jog around instead of walk. My brain was Going, as if I'd had sugar poured into it. I was getting so worried and confused, I felt like I was doing things faster than my consciousness could process.

It made working at the register a frikkin fight to the death. I messed up once or twice and almost lost an entire $10 to giving too much change. I was able to talk to the customer and correct the mistake before they left, and they were very understanding about it. At the end of the day, my register was fine. Also my mouth was getting damn dry which sucked when I was trying to talk to customers.

The hyper-feeling lasted for about three hours and then started to fade, but I didn't take my afternoon dose of one 1/2 tab. Because it was getting late and I wanted to 'come down' from the morning dose. I felt fine by the end of the shift.

But Jesus, I should not have too much coffee while I'm slowly upping doses. Otherwise I probably would start having heart palpitations.

Day 2:

Ooook. Not sure how I'm feeling, but it's not bad.

Took first dose, one whole tab, around 11:30am because breakfast turned into brunch. Felt fine, no jittery-ness. Had less instant coffee than usual, which probably helped.

Did some tasks I had been, stuck on, putting off, because of executive dysfunction. Felt good to get them done! Although it was a little anxiety inducing because I had to enter a lot of details and spend some money to do them. I was sweating lmao. Got there in the end.

Took second dose, 1/2 a tab, at 3:55pm. Did some practice learner permit tests, then tried to get back to working on my assignment. I was meant to finish essay-writing for part of it by tonight, but that's looking unlikely.

I'm... frustrated, that I'm not feeling the urgency to work on the assignment when I have all this time. Today was my day off, I had planned to get some work done. I've procrastinated, I think? But it's felt like I spent the whole day Switched On trying to do other things, and now I would like to rest. But I need to get work done. Eugh.

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Didn't finish the first essay when I had hoped I would. Didn't even get close. I spent a bunch of time researching yesterday, but didn't find anything I felt I could use. Either I'm over thinking it or I'm going in the WRONG direction research-wise.

Probably felt a loss of appetite during dinner. The thought of eating was making my stomach turn a bit, but I pushed through and ate a good amount. Even snacked on some chips, though that was probably stress-eating.

Spent this evening watching the last two 40-minute episodes of a show with my parents. Felt bad.

Day 3:

Been feeling a bit happier than yesterday. Practiced the learner permit test a few times, consistently got very good scores.

Had work in the morning, so I only took a half-tab two hours after starting to ensure I wasn't too jittery. Felt fine. :) Having food during my break felt like a chore because the hot cross bun I ate was going stale, and the grapes weren't very good.

Got home, relaxed for about two hours, ate lunch, and had a whole tab for my second dose at 1:55pm. Then attempted to work on the project.

Made some progress, but nothing to feel confident about. My goal right now is to just get it done on time, and get enough marks to pass. Research isn't going too well.

Feeling a little tense in my jaw.

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Had a burst of productivity between 7-9pm. I figured if I can just bs my way around the project question, I'll get marks for trying. Feeling quite a lot better about the project now. I'm sure I can finish it all on time. Especially now that I have 5 solid days off work before the deadline.

Day 4:

First half tab taken at 9:45am. Felt fine. Went to work, didn't have any adhd-related issues.

Second dose taken at 2:15pm. Feeling tired afted work. Wish I could have a nap but that would ruin my sleep schedule.

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Day 7:

True to fashion, I forgot to report for a few days.

In summary, I haven't fully gone up to the complete second dose level of two tabs a day, because I haven't had much of a need to, nor did I want to experience levels of jittery-ness beyond what I felt at the start of this week. I've been varying between one and one-and-a-half tabs a day because of how inconsistent my daily schedule is. I don't wake up around the same time each day, I don't get a chance to medicate at the same time each day, my Things To Do aren't the same each day, etc.

I think there's been some slight weight loss due to the few times I had a loss of appetite, because at those times I tended to have small meals for dinner with some fruit immediately after for dessert.

I've greatly appreciated being able to articulate my thoughts into words better on my assignment. Though I'm still running behind schedule.

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I'm taking a day trip to another city and I FORGOT TO BRING MY MEDS

thank GOD I'm a passenger and not the driver because I'm gonna be so gone today, I can feel it.

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Was very emotional in the late morning, swinging in and out of intense sadness, because I was at a funeral. I didn't even know the person, but I couldn't help empathising and thinking about like, 'what if that was me and my siblings, burying a parent'. Sad sad stuff. So emotional regulation did not exist today.

After that I was exhausted, and kept falling asleep even though I was visiting family. I ended the day with eye bags, despite all the napping.

I definitely think skipping meds had a big effect on how I felt today, but I also can't imagine NOT feeling like that if I'd had my meds. It was a heavy day.

#adhd #executive dysfunction #studyblr #employment #first job #adhd i #adhd inattentive #diagnosed #grief #tw grief #funeral #tw funeral

[theoriesgal-mp3]

A Theory...

So, i'm currently typing this because the new Warfstache video came out. And this was made days before and even before I watch the video. Shoutout to @/youtuber_egos on Instagram (go check her out please, her edits are the bomb digitty). She is an amazing person to bounce ideas off of and I want to say thank you so much for the help while making this!

So, to get this started I want to make a prediction. Remember, I haven't watched the video yet for the sake of this theory (even if it might be wrong). But as seen through pictures we can tell that the Detective from Who Killed Markiplier (WKM) is alive and maybe out for slight revenge. And I have a feeling he will both do that and close the case (possibly!) on the ego we know as Warfstache.

Okay, taking it back to WKM we all guessed that the Colonel was Warfstache. Kind of easy to say because of looks and how the voice sounding the same. But in all previous videos of Warfstache, we haven't seen this side of him. We all thought of him as a free spirit or does his own thing ('doesn't take shit from nobody' type of thing). Kind of odd, right?

But looking into WKM we learn that the Colonel was who Warfstache used to be. And he used to be this person until "something" happened.

We can't exactly assume what it is yet but i'll get to that. But that something, changed him into this persona. And through the argument from the Detective and Colonel it was something during his childhood.

Let me backtrack a bit.

Going back to the first episode of WKM we see most of the characters. Damien, the Colonel, Markiplier, the Detective, the Butler, and the Cook. And we either are greeted with people Mark is friends with or house staff, except us. Question is, why would Mark invite us if we aren't acquainted with him?

That's the funny thing, we didn't really but we were kind of needed there too (other than entertainment purposes). But we were there to witness something bigger.

In the second episode we suddenly become the Detective's assistant. And he claims it's because '(we) are the only one he can trust here.' A little weird if you ask me but it DOES make sense.

We are an outsider, someone who he can pass information to and have it be a secret from the Colonel.

Don't these two rooms seem familiar.

So why would Mark become friends with a Detective? Well, what did the Colonel take away from his best friend. And that answer is Celine. While on this case, it looks like the Detective may have gotten a little more information than what he needed.

Another point to bring up, the original room in WKM would have taken days to get all the information and put up on a board. And there were both tabs on the Colonel and Celine more than anyone else.

Remember how the Detective had all those pictures of his old partners and how they died mysteriously. I think that while trying to solve this case, Wilford tried to stop him. Kept putting him back so he wouldn't discover the truth.

Okay, so we go back to Celine. I have also a theory about her. I noticed a few things. When we first see Celine interacting with people, she completely ignore the Colonel. The Colonel is surprised like he hadn't seen Celine in a long time, and gets no reaction. And looking through the episodes, Celine doesn't even really talk to him at all. She just, ignores him.

Second thing is she only talk to two people really, Damien and us. And towards the end even Damien stopped talking to everyone, just really Celine and us.

The last thing, BOTH Celine and Damien were killed offscreen and we weren't given an exact reason of their death. And when we see them as spirits they talk like they had already been killed. Kind of weird if you ask me.

So what happens if they both were already dead from the start. For Celine, she was just a ghost that was trying to help us. She used whatever energy she had left to stop the madness.

And our Damien. I have even a bigger thing for him. What happens if he was the something that caused the Colonel to turn into Wilford. As a child, Wilford was friends with Damien but Damien was killed and Wilford had witnessed it. Causing a madness he couldn't handle and making him into the ego we know.

So, even if this is wrong. We get to see now if the Detective closes the case on Wilford Warfstache. Even if the Detective was too close and the Colonel shot him, he survived and is going to tell us what we need to hear. The evidence of what Warfstache has hidding.

I just want to say this was extremely fun to make and again big thanks to @/youtuber_egos for all the ideas. Please go check her out! But hoped you guys enjoyed, more coming soon!

#theory #markiplier #wilford warfstache

[inevitably-johnlocked]

Why does everyone seem to hate S4 and Mary so much? I'm not looking to bash, just understand. Mind you, I'm new to Johnlock, but I've been a fan of the show since just before S3 came out. Sherlock always seemed to like Mary and care for her if only because John did. Yes, he seemed sad that things had to change between him and John, but he was willing to accept whatever relationship John was willing to give. I thought S4 added some interesting layers to the mythos of the show as well.

Hey Lovely *hugs*

Firstly, I just want to say, you’re completely allowed to like S4, and you’re completely allowed to like Mary and read the show differently than me and others. Secondly, BECAUSE I read S4 differently than “face value” (ie. it’s fake and is actually a “blog” covering up the real events of the series, mostly the Garridebs moment), I can (probably grasp at straws and) appreciate the layers that (may be) are present in the series, but that still doesn’t make up for the fact that it’s really not that great of a series. I’ve essentially summed up in this post here the main problems with S4 that I had. (here also) (here also) (and a long but interesting discussion here).

Now, you’ve mentioned that you’re new to the series, so I GET having an attachment to the series that brought you into the show – my favourite series is S3 and it’s a hit-or-miss series amongst the fans – but you also have to take into account the Day One-ers, who have been with this show since 2010… SEVEN YEARS. To THEM, the show was taking a COMPLETELY different direction, even to those of us, like me, who joined in the S2 to 3 hiatus, the S3 to TAB hiatus, or the TAB to S4 hiatus. This show was a COMPLETELY different series. Without S5, the show is queerbaiting, and Gatiss has admitted as much to using homoeroticism to bring in an audience. This is why long-time watchers of the series are upset; because the narrative is COMPLETELY different from what was previously established, the rules of the Sherlock universe have changed just for shits and giggles, the characters are all WILDLY OOC, and essentially all previous events in the show are made moot and pointless with the introduction of the Eurus character… and think about it… the ENTIRE 7 year buildup was to – SURPRISE! – introduce a psychotic X-men sister who was behind everything and just wanted a hug all along??? That makes… no fucking sense in this universe. Maybe for Dr. Who or X-Files, but not this. It’s ridiculous. The central theme of the series was John and Sherlock’s relationship arc, and then suddenly it’s non-existent in S4. They destroyed John’s character, made a side character a primary character in Mary, and sidelined Sherlock in his own show. It was ridiculous. Plus, everything was just SO SLOPPY, that it doesn’t make any sense to a large chunk of us.

As for The Mary Problem™, the reason why people hate her character is not because of no-Johnlock, but because TPTB fridged her character to be a “misunderstood assassin with a heart of gold”, which makes NO FUCKING SENSE after the events of S3 and TAB. They’ve essentially established her as a villain for four episodes – a HUGE chunk of us WANTED her to go down in a blaze of glory and be a badass – but instead she’s suddenly forgiven for KILLING THE MAIN CHARACTER, BECOMING the main character in a back story THAT MADE NO SENSE, and she dies by suddenly defying the laws of physics and jumps in front of a bullet she couldn’t have possibly done, all while she’s still manipulating the characters with creepy-assed DVD’s. Somehow  us long-term viewers are supposed to buy this all and believe she’s a good person?? No. It makes no sense. Plus, her CONSTANTLY hovering around in TLD and having the LAST WORD in TFP, it was annoying as hell to many of us, and very much an insult to both John and Sherlock individually (basically establishing that OH NO THEY CAN’T SURVIVE WITHOUT MARY AT ALL) and as a couple, because OH NO THEY CAN’T POSSIBLY GET TOGETHER WITHOUT MARY’S GHOST TELLING THEM TO GET TOGETHER! Bollocks. Complete and utter bollocks. TAB was already establishing that John and Sherlock were ready to talk to each other, and for some reason S4 was like NOPE Y’ALL NEED MARY’S GHOST DVD TO TELL Y’ALL TO GET ON IT. Like no, thanks, you make no sense Mary.

I dedicated a LOT of time writing about Mary on this blog and why she’s not a good person, so you can read literally everything I’ve ever written about her villainy here on this post, and then you’ll understand why I am annoyed with what they did to her. She could have been great. Instead she’s not, and her presence in T6T was SO FUCKING ANNOYING and manipulative, and it was terrible. She was completely unnecessary in TLD and TFP. Her voiceover ruined what little Johnlock we had at the end of the episode.

Plus, her manipulation and gaslighting tactics hit a little bit TOO close to home for me, and I can’t see her as anything but emotionally abusive to both John and Sherlock. The only reason people DON’T see it, is because she’s a woman; LITERALLY the only reason.

Anyway, I’m not going to shame you for liking S4! You do you! I know plenty of people who like S4. I on the other hand can appreciate it for what it is, but I just CAN’T ignore the fallacies and inconsistencies in the series nor the actions and words of the cast and crew post-S4 to accept it as a “perfect” series. Perhaps there’s a long game plan, and I’m totally open to it. But as it stands right now, the series essentially ended with “Mary is the most important character in this show” and John and Sherlock are just bros being bros, and “everything that happened before? That doesn’t matter at all”. But I keep an open mind to all arguments, positive or negative, because all the opinions about the series are valid. 

Like I said up above there, it’s your “intro” series, so you’re going to feel some sentiment towards it, and that’s totally fine. *hugs* 

EDIT: I just realized that you JUST came into Johnlock, not that this was your intro series. Sorry about that misunderstanding. It’s still pertinent, I think, especially since I have been reading the subtext since S3 came out, and it’s why I’m passionate about Johnlock.

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[cutegirlmayra]

Hello Mayra! It's been so long since I left the Sonic fandom and now I'm back! Are u still taking requests? Because I'm always looking for the Boom!Team discovering Amy and Sonic's secret relationship. Sadly, I didn't find any of these. I'm a big fan of your work and I hope you can write this! 😉😍

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Welcome back~

I’m honored and proud to have you come to me for this mighty need. I’m always open to prompt requests, yes! :D Thank you for thinking of me, my friend!

Prompt:

Sticks stared long and hard at Sonic and Amy…

Tails was busy with buying some half-off spare parts for different ‘mini-projects’ he had been working on before examining two of them and paying her no mind.

“….Hey, Tails…” She squatted, keeping her arms down in front of her as she continually watched the two interact.

In the distance, Sonic was helping Amy shop, or rather… he was to ‘comment’ on each thing she tried on or pointed too.

She couldn’t help but notice how… ‘giggly’… the two were around one another….

“I think something’s off with Sonic and Amy. Steve isn’t this good at mocking a laugh.” She narrowed her eyes more, ducking her head like an animal stalking it’s prey from a few feet away. “And… I’m pretty sure he can’t clone himself either…”

She folded her arms and shot herself upright, startling Tails out of his ‘happy place’ as he turned to her, half annoyed.

“At least you’re not raving about something paranormal…” he sweat-dropped, before turning to also stare at Sonic and Amy.

Sonic leaned over a counter, and pointed to something for a change, which drew Amy’s immediate attention as she seemed to excitedly hold it up and over him, as if seeing if the clothing worked with him or not.

He proudly put his hands to his hips, before she shook her head and put it back, pulling out something else and making him look disappointed and annoyed.

“Seems about right.” Tails nodded, and turned with a kind smile to Sticks, though skeptical of her perception skills. “Amy’s still pulling Sonic around the market, and he’s still not any help when it comes to her decisions.”

“Not that.” she took a hand to his chin, pulling him to look harder at the two. “THEIR FACES!”

“H-huh?” Tails was even more uncomfortable now, before actually… seeing what she meant.

The typical act of the duo suddenly subsided as Sonic spun off and came back with something actually decent, and Amy held the article up to herself and smiled, before excitedly lifting a leg slightly up and moving some of her hair.

“….Amy…?” Tails raised an eyebrow, and Sticks let go of his chin, seeing he had finally caught on.

“It’s not just her- Sonic’s got the loonies too!” She pointed back, as Tails put down his gears and other robotic pieces to place a hand over to his forehead and shield the blazing sun from his eyes.

Having clearer vision, he suddenly stepped back in shock when he saw Sonic actually acting as if he was ENJOYING helping Amy out!

“Woah! That IS weird!” Tails worried, “We have to warn them!”

“But who’s the impostor, and whose our friend?”

Tails had to stop a second and think that one through, realizing he couldn’t just run up and say that Steve- or Morpho- was one of them.

He put a hand to his chin. “W-well… just cause they’re acting nice to each other and not arguing doesn’t exactly mean-”

Suddenly, as if on cue, Knuckles approached the scene.

“Hey, have you guys been watching Comedy Chimp lately? Haha! His new episode had Amy dating Sonic! Hahaha! As if!” he fanned out a hand, “Everyone knows she’s too in love with adventure and kicking butt to think about that!”

As he billowed a laugh, Sticks and Tails shared a confused expression, before Sticks looked back with hand-binoculars.

“Uh oh.”

“Wh-what now?” Tails put his hands up to his chattering teeth, as if biting his nails in suspense.

“If they’re actually falling in love for real this time… T-that means they’re going to ditch us for each other! And it’s worse cause we’re friends with BOTH of them! that’s like… losing two friends in one catastrophe!”

Tails panicked, seeing Sonic ditching him for Amy, or vise-versa, and having delusions of lonely scenarios play through his mind of them having fun without him.

He huddled down a moment, whimpering at being left behind…

“Pull yourself together,… wait! Cower in terror! She just hugged him!”

“That’s nothing new. Phew.” Tails wiped his forehead, getting up as Knuckles looked concerned, still not sure what was being discussed fully.

“-and he returned it!”

“-WHAT!?!?” Tails bumped his head against the roof of the shelter.

“That’s it!” He flew up away from the two.

“W-where are you going?” Knuckles inquired, scratching his head. “I thought we were still narrating Sonic and Amy’s every move.”

“I’m going to find Eggman! If anyone knows where Steve is, it’s him!” he flew off, “Keep me in tabs!”

“Roger that.” Sticks saluted, suddenly moving two fingers over her cheeks and having war-paint on.

She slowly slipped down and then reappeared up on top of the adjacent marketer’s roof.

“Knuckles!” she whispered, and then started making code-signals with her hands.

“…Uhh…” he looked confused, before shrugging. “The governments found their lost puppies and my lamp has fallen and can’t get up? OH NO! Lampy!” he suddenly darted off, “Don’t go towards the light! Even if you’re made of it! Ah-haha!!!” he cried in shrieks as he raced off in a frenzy, while Sticks just face-palmed herself and continued to watch.

Tails was heading to Eggman’s place, destroying the ‘guard robots’ on the way while Sticks continued to play secret agent.

“Fox tails, we’ve got an update. Over.” Sticks spoke into a walkie-talkie, fully in her army get up.

“Roger that! What’s the status? Over.” Tails pulled out his communicator on his wrist, and waited a moment as he hid from more guard robots behind a large rock formation.

“They’re still giggling…” she drooped her eyes in annoyance, watching Sonic and Amy sitting and eating Meh Burger, before Amy seemed to get a little shy with Sonic and they both looked away from each other. “It’s growing worse… awkward tension is building and I’m sensing a detonation in three.. two… -”

Amy suddenly suggested that Sonic sit on her side, and although he hesitated a second, he scratched behind his head and came closer, scooting up to sit beside her on her side as the two continued to laugh again.

Sticks spoke rapidly into the walkie-talkie.

“I REPEAT. PERSONAL SPACES HAVE BEEN BREACHED! They’re… ugh… I dare not say. Sitting right next to each other!”

“Oh no! If Sonic’s Steve, then Amy will be heartbroken if she finds out he’s been playing her! Or yet, it could be Amy who’s Steve. In which case, Sonic’s not gonna hear the end of it from me…” he snickered at the last bit, before he suddenly shivered a moment, “Also, that would mean Steve has a weird fetish with cosplay…”

“No time to contemplate that now!” Sticks watched as the two got up, and Sonic offered her his arm. “They’re continuing to cross barriers! You’ve gotta do something!” she called into the walkie-talkie, speaking urgently, and pulling it straight up to her mouth. “LIVES ARE AT STAKE!” she rolled to hide in a bush, where Dave walked up with some trash, looked around, and dumped it in it.

He whistled, rocking on his heels and turning his back to it, before tossing the empty garbage bag, dusting off his hands, and walking back to ‘work’.

“Ohh~ Free stuff!” Sticks could be heard, her tone sounding genuinely excited.

Tails worried once again, sweating as he dashed into the fray without a second thought, taking out robots before rolling into the slow-dropping entrance door to Eggman’s lair.

He pulled a ‘Indiana Jones’ as he reached back for his lucky wrench before the door closed.

Eggman was laughing with Morpho, who was in turn, playing Fuzzy-Puppy buddies with him.

“I never knew a game with like- so much simplistic and adorable feel could be like- my true passion in life, man.”

“Right!? Not only does it get the blood boiling in rage at seeing your own cute, little fuzzy buddy getting destroyed! But you also get the undying bragging rights over a sensational assault on someone ELSE’S cute, little fuzzy buddy!” he truly seemed evil with every word…

The two laughed as Tails rolled in, looking serious and worn for wear, before seeing Steve and suddenly looked shocked.

“Steve!?”

“Ugh, like, Morpho… it’s like.. retro, but not too nostalgic with no real-time feel man.” Steve shook his head, gesturing his hand with his description as Eggman seemed to nod with his logic.

“Yeah, yeah… although, Steve is a classic.” He shrugged.

“For who, man?” Steve looked insulted. “I’ve only been here for like- 22 minutes! And those were different days!”

“I think that just shows how memorable Steve is.” Eggman squinted his eyes and leaned forward just a bit, but with his glasses on, it only looked like his eyebrows narrowed down a bit on his glasses.

“T-then… whose playing Amy or Sonic? Which one’s the phony!?” Tails put his hands to his head, as Eggman lifted a knowing hand up.

“Don’t you know?”

“K-know what? As if you know anything!” Tails accused, before looking away.

“Ohhh~ Look at the hotshot. Thinking he’s already lost his best friend to love. Can’t even picture that the two of them already worried about that and so formed a secret truce of silence to date behind everyone’s back, huh?”

“W-wa-wa-wait, what?” Tails shook his head rapidly.

“Tails! We’re done for! All is lost!” Sticks’s voice suddenly came on, as Tails looked down to his wrist.

“They’ve… they’ve… uhhhh… the unthinkable.”

“Brah… you don’t think…”

Suddenly, Steve and Eggman both got out of their chairs, growing curious about the transmission.

“N-no… they wouldn’t have… they couldn’t have have! … could they?”

“Have had have????” Steve’s face spoke a thousand words.

Eggman withdrew his hand to his mouth, biting his nails.

Steve looked excited as suddenly they all in unison said-

“KISSED?” - “MARRIED?!” - “NOSE NUZZL-….oh.”

The three all looked at one another.

“Oh, Steve.”

“MORPHO, DUDE. And who just kisses a girl he first married?”

“No!” Tails shook his head, “STICKS!”

“Worse!”

They all held their breaths.

A dark, underlying groan was suddenly heard.

“Cuddled…”

Dramatic shots of each of Tails, Eggman, and Steve-o’s faces were shown in pure shock, terror, or loss of hope. One showing Eggman on his knees, looking up from the darkness into light as Tails pulled the sides of his face in anguish and Steve took the pose of The Thinker.

The cast all met later as Amy and Sonic sat on a couch… looking to each other before sighing and looking at their friends- and Eggman- all gathered together in Sonic’s hut.

“We think we owe everyone an explanation.”

Sticks’s had two patches over her eyes. “You’re telling me.” she ripped them off, before banging her foot on the floor from the agony of striping them off.

“Uhh… brahs? I know this is like- a family matter or whatever? But can I come in too?”

“We’d also like permission to-” Orbot tried to lift himself up to the window as Steve pulled some of the blinds away.

“I mean, I- the mighty Morpho, feel like after 22 minutes I’ve really become like- part of the shindig and-”

Knuckles was given the nod to walk over and close the blinds even further down.

“We all know you’ve had a lot of questions lately…” she put a hand to Sonic’s, who seemed nervous as the team all waited for his response.

“Sonic..?” Amy leaned her head down towards him, as he nervously fidgeted.

“W-well.. um… uhhhh… yeah.” he looked away, before finally swallowing his pride and looking back at Amy’s hand.

He… hesitated… but put his own on top of hers.

Gawking in amazement, the four all had different reactions. Eggman was having a fiesta behind the couch while Sticks went wild with ‘I knew it! I knew it! I knew it!’ and Tails looked a bit hopeless while Knuckles looked confused at everyone’s reactions.

“What are we all reacting too?” He suddenly grabbed a pot and smashed it against his head. “Haha, I don’t care. Any excuse to act wild and crazy is okay by me! Wooo!!” He crashed and broke the couch. “Furniture wrestle!” He tapped out the couch.

“Tails…” Sonic looked down at his buddy and moved away from Amy, kneeling by his side.

“…But this means… you’ll ditch us all.” Tails turned his head away. “I thought we were bros for life…”

“And you’ll always be my bro, Tails.” Sonic tenderly, with some sensitivity, held a hand to Tails’s shoulder, before turning to the others acting crazy too.

Amy was talking to Sticks as the couch seemed to have somehow pinned Knuckles down, Eggman calling a fowl and then tweeting things online about Sonic and Amy.

“I… was… so… right… AlphaShadamy4550! HMph! SEND.” he snickered evilly. “Now to crush the other hopeless saps dreams!” he clenched his fist up before Amy took the phone, dropped it daintily, and smashed it with her hammer.

“Just because Amy’s my girrr… my girrrrrllllffff….FFFFFFF….Ah, you know. Doesn’t mean we won’t hang out with you guys!”

“Yeah! I can’t stand Sonic 24/7 anyway.” Amy rolled her eyes, as Eggman picked up the pieces of his phone and then ordered-

“ROBOTS-!!!!”

And the old, daily routine was back on again, as if nothing changed.

Sonic hung out with Tails, finishing up the last of the robots, as Tails took the X-Tornado and him for a spin.

“So… what made you suddenly change your mind?” Tails smiled up to Sonic, reassured that his friend wasn’t going anywhere.

Sonic, arms folded, shrugged and then looked off into the distance on his side of the plane.

“…I don’t know… she kinda just said we were, I guess.” He scratched the side of his head.

“W-wa-wait, you never actually asked her out?”

“No. Come to think of it. She never really asked me out. We just… started… how would you call it?” he looked deep in thought.

“BREACHING…BARRIERS…!!!”

The two looked down.

Sticks was holding a megaphone and a device to hear voices miles away on her forehead, a dish-like receiver, and a Meh-burger’s trash cup on her ear.

“Eh, I put treasure to good use.” she winked to the camera.

Author’s notes:

This was fun. I wanted to be creative at 5 in the morning and this is what you get xD Tails worried about being abandoned, Sticks’s end triumphant (it’s a must, honestly) and Knuckles not realizing he’s always wrong or out of the loop. Eggman and Steve were fun to write! I just enjoyed showing the drama of increasing terror from Sticks and Tails, the ones truly seeing what’s what, but not what’s what. haha. I don’t know, but I think I like this one :)

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