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thissugarcane · 2 years

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qaf season 4 rewatch: 4x02

again, this is for my own plot-organization purposes, I expect little-to-no coherence or interest to most people. this is just me, organizing the episode notes scene-by-scene to eventually rewrite them. oh fanfic. the things I do for you.

4x02, I don't even remember what happens in this one.

first scene: darren in his apartment with justin

Darren's living room is fulll of his costumes and a sewing table, he's beat up, broken leg

justin is serving him a sandwich from the dining table, and Darren is making fun of Justin for not knowing gay film history

Darren's depressed because he might have a limp and is really quite cynical, Justin is trying Brian's "try not to think about it" and faking really well as Darren is talking to him (he's doing a really great job with Darren, but not with Brian later?)

next scene: michael at the diner with deb and ben

michael doesn't want to go to the fairy retreat

radical gay fairy gatherings, started by harry hay in the seventies?

Justin to Deb: Darren asked me to thank you for all the food you've sent him. Ben: How's he doing? Justin: I'm afraid it's gonna be a while before Shanda Lear appears in public again. Deb: At least he has one ray of sunshine in his life. Ben: Tell him we'll miss him at the Center tonight but we'll make sure this never happens again.

No wonder Justin did badly after the bashing, no one sees when he's falling apart.

Emmett shows up and guilts (?) Michael into coming with him by saying "I'm so grateful for your love and support"

next scene, Ted at group

ted making jokes about cleaning his condo, and then seriously: thinking about where he should be

Blake is smiling sweetly and also awkward

Ted's suddenly optimistic (because of Blake's help, awww) even in the face of the negative nelly in group telling him (the truth, that) the world isn't the same one you left

next scene, brian and justin post-sex in the loft

Brian telling the head-hunter to go fuck themselves while justin's being flirty <3

head hunter offer: 2/3rds of his previous salary, a lesser title and no profit sharing until the 5th year

Justin's still worried about Brian's situation, and Brian's very sincere when he says "what's one more [risk]? besides. if I don't do this now, I never will." brian knows he might as well risk everything because he's got nothing left to lose except Justin -- he was already willing to sell the loft.

next scene, michael and emmett showing up at the fairy retreat

emmett: "haven't been a virgin since I was fifteen."

Michael's "what's a yurt?" is hilarious.

next scene: brian pitching to the sex store on liberty

the store's name: Slings and Eros.

the owner (manager?) "I adore makeovers, but our ad budget is only $200 a month."

Brian: "great, then we'll run a lean campaign. no fat." then he looks so in pain.

next scene: rehab with Blake and Ted

Ted saying "he doesn't bother me" but Blake does say basically "be cautious, people will need time, you and your friends."

Ted wants to "give you a call, strictly on a professional basis" and Blake responds "or just to say hello". They are so sweet.

Oh jeez, the Eels in this scene is so painful. :/ Ted really does transform as much or more as everyone else in this show.

next scene: cynthia showing up at the loft while Justin is there to show Brian the remson campaign

She actually took the boards for Remson from Vangard. She really does have steel balls

Remson Pharmaceuticals was Brian's "last campaign".

The pill: "it also reduces your viral load" - and that's when Justin is interested.

Cynthia: "Vance is taking your idea and pitching it to Remson tomorrow." So Brian has 24 hours to come up with this pitch.

[Damnit, originally I wrote the remson pitch to be post-surgery because it's Brian talking about anti-nausea medication and how pukey he feels, but it's too close to the beginning of this episode to work? Maybe push this back a few weeks and he's recovering from surgery? That might work?]

Justin: So come up with another idea. Cynthia immediately says she'll come work with him again. Justin: It's not the size that matters, it's the vision.

Next scene: at the fairy retreat

I love that both Michael and Emmett are skeptical of this

and then immediately Michael is flirty

Also, so, okay, wouldn't naked volleyball be a little painful for one's dick?

next scene: at the centre meeting about the bashing (oh god)

there on behalf of the board: Ben and Mel (standing) and Lindsay (not lindsay, she's in the audience) and two others (?) at the table. a guy to the left, a blonde woman (?) in the middle, and someone I can't see to the right. and at another table there's another bald guy behind them to stage right. (maybe board secretary?)

Deb: suggests more cops on the streets (what?). lindsay says petition the mayor. someone says "more lighting on side streets." someone says "whistles."

then cody from the back of the room stands up, "we protect ourselves".

justin is impressed (he's also sitting with Lindsay). He's mostly impressed with Cody pointing out that the law doesn't protect the queer community ("the law that says you can't get married?")

[note to self: when brian and justin argue about this, have someone who was at the meeting point out that if Justin really wants to help on a larger level he should go to fucking law school to fight back, not beat the shit out of people.]

Next scene, the diner: Deb, Mel and Lindsay sitting together, Justin (somewhere? sitting with Brian?) and Brian at the counter apparently.

deb, talking to mel and lindsay -- they caught the bashers

Justin's there, says "it was thanks to Darren's description" and that Darren is bloodthirsty.

Ted walks in, Deb is all ridiculous and they're all "hey ted!!" and then they're like, shit, small talk is hard and then they're like shit I need to leave.

Obviously as much as they're glad he's okay they don't want to actually talk to him.

Brian was sitting at the counter this whole time hahaha! this is where Brian says "you hit rock bottom with a resounding thud" and, then says "guess what? There's nowhere to go but up". aka Brian knows exactly that, because that's where Brian IS. (he hit bottom and has really, really felt it.)

next scene: the gym

brian pitching to Ript gym "cross pollination campaign with Torso, $200 bucks on clubwear there, 10% off here."

Ben and Hunter come in (they have memberships); Brian calls them "Batman and the new Robin" lolol. Ben's only reaction: "Better not tell the old Robin that." Brian looks genuinely glad to see the two of them honestly. He must like Ben.

Hunter to Brian: "You want to hook up in the steam room?" and Brian just laughs: "Yeah, he should fit in here just fine."

Hunter points to an antiviral campaign for "Ritacet" [not a real drug] and is like "why don't I just take that?" and Ben points out all the problems.

Ben: "That's not what HIV looks like. And the meds don't fix anything, they buy you time -- if they work. And then there are dozens of side effects, skin rashes, liver failure, cardiac arrest."

Brian: "Little early to be freaking the kid out, don't you think?"

Ben: "I just don't want him believing some misleading ad that makes it seem like all you have to do is just pop some pill and you're as good as new. Anybody who's taken one knows what a crock of shit that is."

And this is Brian's "aha" moment

next scene, in the woods at the fairy retreat while emmett is sitting by a stream looking vaguely laura ingells wilder?

gets offered a mushroom and white rabbit [no wait this is a remix I think] starts playing, lol, is he really going on a vision quest in the woods?

yes, yep, he is. wearing birkenstocks, wool socks, and a straw bonnet.

comes across someone.... building a fire pit? and meets an older guy also wearing a straw bonnet. lol, Emmett admitting he thinks it's all nonsense. they talk about renewing Emmett's flame, feeling better, being proud, etc.

next scene: Ted's condo

hey, Ted has a macbook pro! nice.

checking his email, it's all doctor crystal

he kept his crystal in the kitchen drawer? that's not sanitary for Emmett's party planning business.

knock on the door right before he's starting to use and it's Mel and Lindsay, they apologize for running out at the diner

they see the crystal on the counter and Mel is skeptical but still. Ted immediately denies he was tempted

Ted: "crunchy granola. Are you trying to convert me?" they ask him over for dinner

next scene, the pitch in (I guess) vangard's boardroom.

It's Vance and.... Cynthia? Did Vance decide to make cynthia his EA or is she now an account exec? Or is it just because it's Brian's pitch and Vance had no idea what to do with it?

three people in the room from Remson, two brunet guys and a blond woman (?) - [a] Mr. Remson is in the room

Drug name: "Endovir"

Vance pitching it's the promise of health, and hope, and a future. "to accentuate the positive aspects of being positive." the campaign is based on one simple word [optimism]

Brian walks in with a fruit plate? and says that word is bullshit.

Vance asks "how the hell did you know about this meeting?" and Brian tells him "I'm the one who set it up. Before I left." Because he's protecting Cynthia in case it doesn't work.

Brian says his campaign is "based on one simple word. And that word is honesty." Vance reads out the slogans so skeptically.

Remson: "you've got to be kidding." Brian: "it's strong medicine, I'll admit that." Remson: "We spent six years and fifty million developing this drug. I personally worked my ass off getting it through the FDA. [he's proud of that.] and you think I'm gonna throw it away on some ad campaign that tells people they're gonna feel like hell?"

Brian: "They already know that. and they're willing to accept it, provided your drug can buy them another year. another month. that's all they're hoping for. that's all they want. And that's all you can honestly offer."

Then Brian tells Remson that the original idea was his too. Brian: "Having HIV may not be a ride in the park, but with Endovir, it's not a death sentence. So why not just say that?" [the board he's holding while he says this is "it's not a cure but it sure beats dying."]

next scene, Justin pacing in front of Darren in Darren's apartment.

Justin's wearing too-long jeans and converse

He's happy they caught the motherfuckers, all riled up and just says "now all you have to do is finger the motherfuckers, metaphorically, and they can go to prison for twenty years."

Darren's focused on thinking about Shanda's comeback. "Of course I heard you." He pretends he wasn't all fired up too, and then when Justin asks "where's the lineup" Darren's faux-offended response is "if you're referring to what goes on in the back room of a certain club, I don't engage in such activity." so he's a Center snobby gay.

Darren finally admits he's not going to point them out, and this is where Justin starts to get mad. Justin: "Darren. Why did you change your mind?" Darren, finally genuine: "I guess I had time to think. And I decided, cowardice is the better part of valor."

Justin's trying to be comforting when he says, "nothing is going to happen" and Darren shoots back, "How do you know that! Say I identify them. Say they go to trial. Say they get off. Say they come looking for me."

Justin: "Say they're back on the street tomorrow because you didn't do anything. Say they attack someone else." Darren: "Look, you're the one who told me to put all this behind me. To get on with my life." Justin is shocked. Darren. "Yes. I do think blond."

Justin: "Maybe I was wrong. Maybe it's time that we stood up for ourselves, fought back." Darren: [scoffs] "When your attacker bashed you, and left you for dead, and then they got off practically scott-free, what exactly did you do?" and justin is silent and like. panicked, almost.

next scene, Blake and Ted at the diner

Blake: "you can call me any time." Ted is freaking out and not being patient. Ted: "I make my friends nervous. ... they don't trust me." Blake: "the same thing happened to me. Eventually they came around. Forgave me. Except one." Blake admits then it's Ted he never really made amends to, "we lost touch. But recently, we've reconnected."

next scene, at the loft, Justin and Brian

Justin drawing in pencil even though earlier in the episode he admitted that he can only draw with a pencil for about fifteen minutes before his hand starts to shake so he's pushing it

Interestingly it's Rage that's doing all the violence in the drawing -- a way to divorce himself from the anger?

He's drawing on the lit-up coffee table (did Brian buy him a light table?? *hearteyes*)

Brian is wearing levis and a white vee-neck teeshirt, obviously not going out.

Justin rejects Brian's physical attempt to make him feel better (take care of his hand)

Brian: "Somebody's pissed off." Justin: "yeah, you would be too if you got your head bashed in." Brian: "Yeah I know, I was there." and brian looks at him like, how dare you use that against me, not mad, but disappointed and concerned, because not once has Justin thrown the bashing in Brian's face -- in fact he's the only one that never did

Brian: "I thought you'd put that behind you, and moved on." Justin: "I don't wanna talk about it." -- Justin Taylor, who actually runs away more often than people admit.

Brian tries *again* to comfort him physically and Justin pushes him away.

Justin: "Darren refused to identify his attackers. They're gonna get off. When I told him to be brave, stand up for himself, he said what did you do? I was a coward. I should have done something and I didn't." Brian's response of "want to get even? then be successful" doesn't sate Justin's desire for vengeance or justice.

[note to self: if they have this conversation about justin being a coward, Brian should say something like "was I a coward? I did nothing. I could have done something to him in the parking garage. later on. I could have found him in a dark alley and *holding up drawing* ripped his dick off. I didn't. So I guess I'm a coward,." maybe this is what results in Justin throwing the glass?]

Brian says be the biggest fucking success you can be, and Justin rolls his eyes and is all "I know." Brian: "Well then if you know, take that anger and put it into your work. Use it." This is genuinely useful advice, but obviously Justin isn't ready to hear it.

[Note to self: someone else has to intervene before Justin goes off the rails here, and I'm not honestly sure who it should be.]

Justin says Guernica is bullshit, it hangs in a fucking museum. [Art] doesn't do a motherfucking thing. And Brian's left sitting there feeling useless.

next scene, ted and blake at Ted's condo

they're getting rid of Ted's triggers ("fuck clothes", and dildos, and porno mags/movies), huh.

"hows giseppe verde a trigger?" "he was there, watching." Blake: "he was also there before, when you played la traviata for me the first time.

Ted's trashing his macbook pro. blake jokes about Ted's dick size "not being one of your shortcomings." Guess Blake gets a new macbook

Ted's hair's looking rough.

Blake offers to stay since Ted's freaking out, and Ted tries to put it off, Blake offers to crash on the sofa.

I wonder if Blake helping Ted like this is his way of making amends to Ted? Which is just as not a great reason to be together as Ted hanging onto Blake because of rehab? but it is honest.

next scene: at the fairy retreat

they're at the fire pit and Emmett tells his fairy name is "clear day" from "on a clear day you can see forever". god I love that movie.

are-- are they holding a marshmallow on a stick as at talking stick? okay then.

oh it WAS Harry Hay with the rocks and the circle earlier. I wasn't sure.

next scene: at the focus group for Endovir

a blond woman, not Cynthia (maybe the blonde from Remson?) is talking to the focus group

they're comparing the Vangard ad to Brian's.

and behind the glass is Brian and Remson, and the entire focus group is impressed by the ad but thinks it'll never run because "they wouldn't have the balls"

next scene, babylon

emmett is dancing like his old self

Brian, Michael and Ben are at the bar looking at pictures of the fairy retreat

Emmett is like "Next year maybe we should all go" and they're all enthusiastic and Ben's like "brian?" Brian's response: "I'd rather have my tongue superglued to a lesbian's twat. Besides I'm gonna be way too busy with my new business. And my new account."

Michael: "The circus of porn account isn't exactly gonna buy you a summer home in P-town." Brian: "But the Remson Pharmaceuticals account will." Brian: "Here's to Kinnetik. Drinks are on me, boys." and all four of them drink. Emmett's the first to say "To Kinnetik."

And Brian and Emmett are flirting here.

next scene: at woody's -- Justin is sitting alone at the bar drinking a beer

Cody is sitting at the table with four other people and Justin goes up to them

Cody calls Justin "meg ryan", and once Justin says "It's about not letting yourself be victimized" Cody respects him back.

[okay so, note to self: if this is when him and cody meet, then this is the meeting Daphne has to tell him not to go to I guess? which means a bunch of scenes need to be cut/rewritten but that's okay. this should be the night before Brian (and Justin) have to go in for surgery so they're both at babylon. or maybe Justin looks at Cody and then decides to go to Babylon instead.]

#qaf #queer as folk us

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asordinaryppl · 2 months

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I-Chu Étoile Stage Season 2: Chapter 1, Part 14: Rain starts to fall again

A few minutes later

Saku: Haa… No good, I can’t contain my excitement…!

Saku: Hehe… I feel like I’m dreaming. Just now, just 5 minutes ago, I was reflected in her eyes…

Baber: Say, Kuro, Saku. Why was everyone mad?

Saku: Thing is, anyone would be mad if they had their live hijacked.

Baber: …? Is that so?

Kuro: Yeah. But the live hijack was just the first step of my revenge. From now on, I’ll show those guys even more hell.

Saku: Hell, huh? The thought of showing such a thing to Producer-chan hurts so much it feels like my chest will burst…

Saku: This is also a test of the bond between Producer-chan and I. I can’t give up!

Saku: Besides, her smiling face and her pained face are boooth mine…

Saku: Hehe, I’ll give Producer-chan a scar that will never go away, just like the one she gave me…!

Baber: Baber doesn’t really get what Saku is saying. The pained face of someone you love isn’t a nice thing…

Saku: Fufu, you’ll understand when you meet your fated partner.

Baber: Fated partner?

Saku: That’s right. Someone that makes you feel you don’t want to be apart anymore, you want everything of them.

Saku: I want my beloved Producer-chan to look only at me one day…

Saku: I want Producer-chan to Produce me in any way she likes…!

Saku: Ahhh…! When that day comes, I’ll be fine even if I die…!

Kuro: …Hah, ridiculous.

Saku: That so? Well, it’s probably ridiculous to you.

Saku: Regardless, I have to do my best to ensure my happy future with Producer-chan.

Baber: I really don’t understand what Saku is saying… But just a little, I understand.

Baber: Baber too, finally met him…

Saku: Finally met who?

Baber: Ah… No, it’s nothing.

Kuro: Oi, enough chit-chatting.

Saku: Yes, yes.

Saku: …Oh? This sound… It’s raining like the weather forecast said it would.

Kuro: Oh, it’s raining.

Kuro: ……

Baber: …

Baber: … Are you crying?

Kuro: Huh?

Baber: Is Kuro’s heart crying as well?

Kuro: !?

Baber: …

Kuro: It’s time to go back. Go get changed.

Baber: Yup, got it.

Kuro: (My heart is crying? There’s no way that’s true.)

Saku: (Kuro’s heart is crying, huh?)

Saku: (...Baber sure is sharp at times)

Yuzuki: Everyone, we’re back.

Kanata: ! Welcome back!

Seiya: Why’s everyone looking at their phones? Kyosuke even opened his computer…

Kyosuke: I’m checking everyone’s reactions on today’s live on social media.

Kyosuke: …Something terrible is happening.

Kokoro: Terrible?

Kyosuke: …Yes. Please look at this.

Noah: …I see. Alchemist is the center of everyone’s attention.

Chaoyang: Y-Yeah. The article about the live is spreading like wildfire… But the reactions are all over the place…

Rabi: A lot of people are happy… But there’s a lot of people expressing their confusion, their anger and their sadness as well.

Akira: Brushing the I-Chu aside, hijacking the live and announcing their debut… That must’ve been a painful experience for our fans.

Seiya: …

Seiya: (Don’t idols… Don’t we work so hard in order to see our fans smile?)

Seiya: (And yet… Those guys… Those guys that are just fine with upsetting their fans… Stole our live.)

Seiya: (I’m frustrated. I couldn’t even do anything for the fans, I’m so pathetic.)

Leon: But still, it looks like everyone’s posts are about Alchemist…

Lucas: Damnit! Were our efforts for naught?

Momosuke: No…

Runa: …If they were just some idols whose only appeal is their impact, they wouldn’t be such a hot topic.

Tatsumi: That’s the worst part, their skills and personality both leave nothing to object to.

Aoi: In the world of entertainment, the one who creates the most buzz is usually the winner.

Toya: That is true…

Toya: Even with its advantages and disadvantages, if it’s created this much buzz, they could say today’s Live Hijack was a success.

Shiki: I knew this is the kind of industry where something like this could happen… But it’s still left a bad taste in my mouth.

Akio: But… Making the fans sad, and then calling it a win… Are they happy with such a thing?

Momosuke: Who knows… I guess people like that also exist… But if Momo did this, I’d be sad…

Noah: In any case, with this Hijack, they’ve suddenly gained a lot of ground. With things going they way they are, they might try something in the future.

Yuzuki: Yes. For now, we have to be careful…

Seiya: (Producer…)

Seiya: (She’s trying not to let it show on her face, but she really hasn’t been looking good ever since she saw that Kuro guy.)

Seiya: (... What do they mean by revenge? What do those guys plan to do from now on…?)

???: I’d never have thought Alchemist would end up in Ailedore. …As always, that office is a nuisance.

Employee: However, there are still ways to get Alchemist to fall.

Employee: This could be the chance to crush Ailedore.

???: Oh…? Tell me more.

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robinthenonbnaieywonder · 1 year

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SOOOOOOOOOOO

We're INCHING THE END OF THE OWL HOUSE DAY BY DAY.

WICH MEANS THAT WE ONLY HAVE A FIGURATIVE SMALL WINDOW OF TIME TO WORK WITH.

AND THAT MEANS THAT WE ONLY HAVE A FIGURATIVE SMALL WINDOW OF TIME TO DO WHAT FANS ARE BEST AT DOING.

LET'S JUST SIT HERE AND TALK ABOUT WHAT WE WANT TO HAPPEN AND BE BLOWN AWAY BY WHAT ACTUALLY HAPPENS!!

SO IN PREPARATION I'VE MADE A LIST .

SO HERE WE GO THE TOP 10 THINGS I WANT TO SEE IN THE OWL HOUSE SEASON FINALE.

WATCHING AND DREAMING!!

CAMILA NOCETIA MEETS EDAYLEN CLAWTHORN AND HAS A LITTLE BLUSH MOMENT

ya so when Camila inevitably finally meets eda . I think it would be cute if she has Kanda a small blush moment . Maybe something similar to Luz blushing at edric and emera blight . Not only would that reference season 1 but also confirm that everyone is gay!!! No one shall be spared of our wrath !!! .

HUNTER AND WILLOW PARK KISS!!!

Ya I know that "for the future" have Kanda confirmed huntllow will be a thing . It's going to happen. We just need to see a kiss scene maybe at the end . Heck I wouldn't give a crap if it was just a kiss on the cheek. At least it would be a kiss. Hell I wouldn't give a crap if we get a kiss in the credits !!

Just give me a kiss scene!!

A SHORT LUMITY FIGHT

Now here me out. I love lumity as much as the next person but do you remember how amity got a bit mad at Luz . Ya I want to see something like that but it's more about Luz lieing to her again. It wouldn't be anything too big . Nothing boarding on breakup anything. Just a quick short little spat . But then again I'm pretty sure all of the LUMITY shippers will have my head burned at the steak for even suggesting this. Hence why it's at the bottom of the list.

WILLOW AND GUS RETRY THE ARTIFACTS FROM SEASON 1

Ok what I really mean by this is willow retrys her artifact from season 1.

Do you guys remember the season 1 finale. Luz went to go get the healing hat .

And willow tried out this gauntlet that can control plants . Guys she is so much powerful now. I would love if willow and Gus get to retry those artifacts . Not only would this make them come full figurative circle showing off how much they've grown sense season 1 . But it'll just look really cool 😎.

WE .

HAVE

SEE

ALADOR

AGAIN

🎶 I don't know when. I don't know how. But I know fans really like you now 🎶 that's it.

Camila nocetia vs Odelia blight

Ya . This mama is NOT going to stand for someone downplaying her whatever daughter 's girlfriend has to say.

DARIUS PROTECTS HUNTER

I just want to see cute god damn Darius and hunter father and son moments god damnit.

Hunter tells Daru that he is a grimwalker

I just feel like if we tell Darius. it'll have much more of an emotional impact than if we tell eda. Because of 3 reasons.

A: eda was against the emperor in the first place this would only make her more against him. Meanwhile with Darius I got to watch his love for hunter grow. So for him to learn that hunter is a grimwalker. It'll be incredibly satisfying to see him protect hunter.

B: Luz has already told eda and king about the whole "belos is Phillip" thing. And basically just recapd hallow mind . Sooooooooooo she probably already knows.

And

C: and this is very important

Darius already has a pre established history with the previous golden guard.

They where his mentor.

Sooooooooooo ya I think it would have an emotional impact .

CAMILA IS THE ONE TO TALK TO THE COLLECTOR

Ya that's it . Camila is the one to talk to the collector.

And ABOVE ALL ELSE .

I JUST WANT HUNTER TO GET COMFORT FROM DARIUS.

All I want is for hunter and Darius to do the one thing that they couldn't do in the emperors coven . GET .. COMFORT

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scottishdelicate · 1 year

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Chapter 2: The messages.

Text to: My Human.

'I owe you an explanation. You'd be safer if Dean was there with something pulled on me. It's mating season for me. Each Angel / Archangel has their own month. Since you're my human, I would want nothing more than to chain you up to your bed and breed with you.'

That sounded so wrong.

'That sounded horrible. I'm sorry. I would just want to be very, very intimate with you till this month was over or till you were pregnant with my nephilim. Oh, I hear you, my Sammy. I want to come to you but please not now. Let me get myself under control. I miss you, Pet. I'll be back in October. 😉'

He tapped the send button as he slopped down on the throne of Hell.

He hoped that I understood that he was only trying to protect me from his over hormonal self.

I heard my special texttone that I had for Lucifer. I grabbed my phone as I looked down at his message, sighing heavily, yet again.

Text to: My Angel.

'I can't wait till October to see you. I get you're trying to protect me. The worst thing that will happen is that you and I will end up with a nephilim together.'

Right? Was that only worse thing that would happen to me?

'Lu, I trust you. Just please come back, Sweetheart. Wait! Idea! Can't Nick just take over till October? Then I'm safe?'

I tapped the send button as I missed him.

He chuckled lightly at my message as he swung his legs over the arms of the throne, he made himself more comfortable.

It was already hard to adjust in the throne due to his shaft was already getting hard and pressed painful against the zipper of his jeans.

He had tournamented himself before he left by a simple breath.

Text to: My Human.

'Nick cannot take over once my mating season month has started. He won't be able take back control until October. It's safer this way, Baby. I know you miss me. I miss you too.'

My slender body pressed against him for our nightly sleep. The way my hair smelt after a shower.

It was very overwhelming and intoxicating for him.

'A Devil's trap won't hold me, Samantha. You're intoxicating to me at this point. It's better this for. Stay strong, my Pet.'

He tapped the send button as he placed his cellphone down on his chest, wishing it was me instead.

"Damnit!"

Text to: My Angel.

'That's. . . Interesting. Is that why before we got together, I barely saw you in September?'

This was torment for me. I'd rather have him here with me, doing what he needed to make this month more comfortable for him.

When I had read the 'stay strong' part, I could actually hear his voice in my ear like he was right behind me.

'I'm not that strong, Lucifer. You know that I would do anything to keep you comfortable during this time of the month if you were here with me.'

I knew that he probably won't be able to control himself during this month.

'It's up to you. You know where I am if you want me.'

Was I really playing his own game against him?

Yep, I was.

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juliemolinaandherfantoms · 3 years

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Well, it’s just obvious…

Netflix simply cannot handle the power of Juke…

#julie and the phantoms #jatp #luke patterson #julie molina #juke #jukebox #julie x luke #netflix give us a season 2 #p l e a s e netflix we r going insane #where is our season 2 damnit!

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heartshapedwords · 2 years

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A lot for love

>> Pairing: Fezco x Female Nurse!Reader

>> Plot: Set after season 2 episode 8. Everyone lives. Fez grows close to the cute nurse who tends to his wounds.

>> Warnings: Mention of food and Euphoria typical themes. Mention of violence, guns, shooting and blood.

>> A/N: English is not my first language so cut me some slack ;) The police stuff might not be very accurate but I needed to keep this vague in order for the main storyline to work. I hope that’s okay. Thank you!

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Fez had never thought much about religion. He believed there was a God above who would, at the end of our life, welcome us to heaven. That was as far as his concept of it all went. He wasn't so sure about them damn pearly gates or the choir of angels singing the praises of his life as it came to an end.

And if anyone were to ask him, he'd tell them that there's no way God was an old white man.

Fez believed in God and that was it. It gave him a little peace of mind, a little hope, that even if his life were to end, there was something more. Because how scary a thought is the alternative? A whole bunch of nothing?

When he feels the bullet hit his flesh, he hopes that he was right. He hopes that, if this is the end, there's something else waiting for him. Hope's that it's peaceful and quiet and slow.

There's a pain in his side at the initial impact but after that, he hardly feels it. His mind is too occupied with Ash. Too worried that something is gonna happen to the only family he's got left. To his brother. His boy.

There's blood on his hand as he presses it tightly against the wound. Warm and sticky. He feels no pain. He only feels fear. Not for himself.

A rushing sound takes over his head, there's so much noise and everything sounds like it's happening underwater.

He's screaming, he thinks, though he can hardly make out his own voice. Pleading for Ash. He's just a kid. He's just a fucking kid.

Red. A red light. A red light pointing straight at Ash's head. Fez grows cold. This is it. He's failed. All he ever wanted to do was take care of his family. Do right by them. Protect them. Protect Ash.

He's just a kid, god damnit.

His eyes meet those of his younger brother and for the first time since this mess started, he can see fear in them. This is the moment when reality sets in and Ash realizes what is about to happen. How was he supposed to know? He's just a kid. He didn't even get to really live. He's just a fucking kid.

A silent goodbye passes between the brothers. Though Fez isn't sure that's something he'll ever be able to live with.

Maybe, he thinks, maybe the wound is worse than he believes it to be. Maybe this is the end for him too. If the alternative is a world without Ash, he's not sure which outcome he prefers.

"Put the gun down. He's unarmed"

A loud voice calls from the hallway, though Fez can't connect it to a face. Everything is a blur. Everything is so loud. The rushing sound drowning out everything else.

"He shot at us!"

"And now he's unarmed! Put the guns down. He's just s fucking kid!" One of the officers yells, his voice echoing from the walls.

The red vanishes. A tear rolls down Ash's cheeks. Fez feels the rushing sound built up to a tidal wave and pull him under.

And then — fade to black.

He's just a kid.

I'm just a fucking kid.

Please don't let this be it. This ocean of black nothingness. Please don't let this be the end.

When people think of heaven, they usually picture the same place. Some palace up between the fluffy marshmallow clouds, where people in white robes play beautiful melodies on their golden harps and everyone is happy and smiling and content.

Fez thinks that's absolute bullshit. That doesn't seem like heaven to him. He hopes that, if there is more after death, we all get our own little piece of heaven.

To him, that would probably be a farm in the middle of nowhere. An old but comfortable couch sitting in the sun-flooded living room, smoke in his hand, and a good movie playing on the tv. One of the old ones from his grandma's DVD collection. And he'd wait there, for a long time hopefully, until one day the door would open and Ash would walk in, sit down on the other side of the couch and laugh about the movie.

That's the heaven he wants. Harps and clouds and pearly gates be damned. He wants the sun, a good movie, and his brother's laughter. That's all he needs. A place to rest.

When his eyes flutter open, the first thing he sees is bright, blinding light. Shit, he thinks, maybe they were right about heaven after all.

Then he hears the beeping of machines and the low hum of a tv somewhere close by. And then — then there's singing. It's quiet and more of a murmur than an actual melody but it's there.

This isn't heaven. This is a hospital. And the person singing is no angel, it's a nurse.

His eyes are tired, they burn as soon as he opens them all the way. There's a rough scratching at the back of his throat as he tries to speak up.

A perpetual pounding in his head makes him want to close his eyes again, fall back asleep and not feel any of the pain.

And then he remembers.

"Ash?" His voice sounds like gravel. Feels like sandpaper.

He knows Ash isn't here. But he is somewhere and someone has to know where he is.

"Oh, you're awake. Hi, let me get you some water."

The nurse is by his bedside in a matter of seconds, holding out a cup of water which he gladly takes. As the water travels down his throat, he catches his first glimpse of the woman.

She's in the typical light blue nurse scrubs and her name tag is pinned to her uniform with a little clip in the shape of a daisy. None of that really stands out though. Not the way her smile does.

Something about the way she smiles at him makes a calm settle in his chest. Like this lady knows what's up and she's smiling so maybe things ain't so bad after all.

"How are you feeling?" She asks as he lowers the cup.

The truth? He's feeling like absolute shit. Everything hurts. His whole body is one big pain. He's not gonna tell her that though. From a young age, Fez has been taught that feelings are best kept to yourself. The good and the bad. Don't show weakness, it will get you nowhere.

"I'm a'right."

"Are you? You know I can tell if you're lying, right? And I can't help you if you don't tell me what hurts."

Everything.

"Where's Ash," he asks, ignoring her words. "My brother. He uh — I think he was shot too. Is he okay? He's just a kid. I need to know if he's okay. "

By the way she lowers her gaze he can tell that whatever information she's about to give him, he won't like it.

"I have no information on him, I'm so sorry. I know that someone was brought in at the same time as you but they took him to a different floor and I have no medical information or anything. I'm sorry."

Of course. His heart drops back to the bottom of his chest. Like falling down a big black hole of endless nothingness. But if they brought him in, then that means he's alive. Right?

"I can ask though. I'm not supposed to give out detailed information but I can get you a basic rundown. At least let you know where he is and if he's stable."

At that moment, as his eyes connect with hers and she gives him a tiny smile, he thinks maybe she is an angel after all.

"Can you do that? For real? Uh —" he says trying to read the tiny name printed on her nametag.

"(Y/N). And yes, I can do that. If you promise to be honest with me about how you're feeling."

"Honestly?"

"Yeah, I'd prefer honesty."

"Feeling like absolute shit. Everythin' hurts. Like damn."

They share a laugh and it feels good. It feels nice to let go of the heaviness of it all, if just for one fleeting moment.

"Yeah, I thought so. Okay, big guy, let me give you something for the pain, and then I'll send in a doctor to catch you up on YOUR status. While he's here I'll go see what I can find out about your brother. Sound good?"

"Sounds fantastic. You an angel, (Y/N). You know that?"

"Nah, it's just my job."

They share another smile and Fez wonders if God listened to his prayers, his pleading. If maybe for once things do turn out alright in the end.

The doctor throws around a lot of terms that Fez quite honestly doesn't understand. He gets the gist of it though. Something ruptured, something grazed, blood loss, surgery, rehabilitation.

They tell him he needs to stay at the hospital for at least two weeks. Just to be sure that he's completely healed. They tell him to go easy. To not walk around too much. To be calm and relaxed.

That's easy to say for his doctor. He's not the one stuck in this bed with no idea what comes next. No idea if his brother, his only family, is still alive or not. No idea what happens when the police come knocking, and they will eventually.

How can one relax under those conditions?

“Hey big guy, I’m bringing food,” her voice cuts through his brain fog like a knife through butter.

“And news?”

“And news.”

“Good ones?” He thinks his heart might be stopping for the few seconds it takes for her to answer. This must be what tightrope walkers feel like. Safe now but so close to the edge. So close to falling.

“Good news. He’s stable and doing well. Apparently, he’s keeping the nurses on that floor entertained. Heard he’s very charming and has a mouth to him. “

“So he’s doing okay?”

“He’s doing fine. His injuries are way less severe than yours to be completely honest. He’s making jokes, complaining about the food, asking to go home. You can — you can relax, big guy.”

For a second he feels like crying. He’s never felt this way before. So thankful and like for once in his life, god or whatever there is above is being gentle on him. Ash is okay and that is all that matters. Everything else that’s being thrown at them, he can deal with later. Ash is okay and that’s the beginning and end of all his worries.

“You callin’ me that cause you don’t know my name?” He asks, earning himself one of her cute little smirks.

“Nope. I’m your nurse, remember? I know everything about you.”

“Everything?”

“Mmh. Fezco, everything.”

He likes the way his name sounds falling from her lips. Like a promise. Like a prayer. Like laughter echoing through the halls of a sun-flooded living room.

“Bet you don’t know my favorite color.”

“What is your favorite color?”

The color of her eyes, he decides in that moment and then scolds himself for that thought. How fucking cheesy, man.

“I like red,” he says instead though he has honestly never given much thought to it either. “And green.”

“Sounds to me like you don’t know what your favorite color is either.”

She laughs again and he thinks that if this is what the next 2 weeks are gonna be like, maybe it won’t be so bad.

“Can I see Ash?”

The question has been heavy on his mind since he woke up. Knowing Ash is alright eradicates some of his worries but he wants to see him, needs to see him.

The bullet that hit him, that one didn’t come from a cop's gun. That one came through the bathroom door. He’s sure that, if Ash knows this, he’s beating himself up. And Fez can’t have that. None of this is his fault, not really. He’s just a kid.

“You’re not supposed to walk around so much right now. I’m not sure if you’re aware but you lost a lot of blood and that surgery they did on you was no child’s play either. You need to relax. And hospital protocol is pretty strict at the moment too, about visitors.”

“That’s bulls—“

“BUT I’ll see what I can do. Now settle down and let me serve you this exquisitely prepared meal.”

She pulls up the little table by his bed and places a tablet on it with several white plastic dishes. There’s one holding what he thinks are mashed potatoes, one cup of carrots and peas, a piece of dry chicken breast with a drop of gravy, and on the side a cup of caramel pudding. It looks —like hospital food.

Fez’s eyes meet hers and she gives him a sad shrug. “The pudding is good.”

"Shiiit, Caramel is my favorite. How'd you know."

She winks at him and he thinks his heart might've stopped for a second. "Told you I know everything. And I'll remember it too."

Fez never cared much about romantics in his life but he always felt it was only right to put a certain amount of effort into wooing a girl. Flowers and holding doors open and listening, those should be a given.

He's never considered a hospital romantic in any sense. He thinks he might've been wrong. The day's sun is hanging low, throwing long rays through the window and onto her. She stands before him, veiled in a golden glow. Like a goddess. Like an angel. There's the beeping of machines and the tv playing some nature documentary and it's all so chaotic and wrong.

But he feels a tingly sensation in his fingertips, feels the apples of his cheeks grow warm, feels an unfamiliar calm settle inside his heart.

At that moment, there's never been a more romantic place than this tiny hospital room.

"Ah shit," she exclaims and breaks the spell. "Someone's ringing for me. I won't be seeing you tomorrow as I'll be working the night shift but I promise you, I'll figure something out about your brother."

"Yo (Y/N)," he calls her back just as she is about to leave the room.

"Yes?"

"I know you don't believe me. But you an angel. For real. No kidding."

She bashfully smiles, gaze falling to the linoleum floor for a second before she meets his eyes again, throws him a smirk, and speaks up.

"Eat your food, big guy."

And throughout the rest of the day, he can't shake that silly feeling inside of him. The one that's so close to happiness. The one that's so unfamiliar. That shouldn't exist in a place like this, in a situation like his.

Not with a patched-up bullet wound still causing him pain. Not with the dry-ass chicken they served him. Not with the threat of the police still looming over his head.

And yet, it's there.

Happiness. Or whatever the fuck that silly feeling is.

He doesn't plan on staying up just to see her. It just happens.

He sleeps most of the day between doctor visits and nurses bustling in and out. All of them are nice, none of them are her.

So when night falls, he's wide awake.

He's deep focused on the episode of little house in the prairie when the door opens and she walks in.

She looks tired. Night shifts must be quite something.

"Why are you up, Fez? You're supposed to rest and get enough sleep. So you can get better and leave."

"You sayin you wanna get rid of me?"

She smiles a one-sided smirk and slightly shakes her head. "Oh no. You're one of the nicer patients."

"You tellin' me people are mean to you?"

He says it with such a sense of surprise, it makes a giggle fall from her lips. He says it as if it truly never occurred to him that someone might be anything but sweet to her.

"You'd be surprised at the nasty words people throw my way on a daily basis."

"Why the fuck would they do that? You just helpin' them."

"Yeah," she says and shrugs "I don't think they're doing it on purpose or anything. This is a hospital and people are under a lot of stress so sometimes they let it out on me. I get it. It's okay."

"Nah, it's not," Fez disagrees and shakes his head. "You so nice, angel. You deserve people to treat you with respect."

A laugh falls from her lips and a certain sense of pride fills Fez's chest.

"See, that's why you're my favorite patient."

"I am? Damn, shawty. You makin' me feel real special."

"Well let me inflate your ego a little more. When I arrived to clock in for my shift I heard a girl ask the other nurses about you. Visiting hours are long over so she wasn't allowed to see you but she left you a note. Here you go."

Fez is confused. He knows a lot of girls but he can't think of which one would care enough about him to come see him, and at this time too. Rue, maybe. But something tells him a hospital is the last place she ever wants to be.

"What she look like?" He asks as (Y/N) hands him the envelope and he quickly opens it and unfolds the letter.

"Blond hair, tiny skirt. She had very — prominent lips. She seemed sweet though. Is that — your girlfriend?"

He can't help but let a smirk pull the corner of his lip upward as she poses that question. Maybe he ain't the only one infatuated in this situation.

"Nah she's —" his mind wanders back to everything that has happened. To the way Faye stood beside him and Ash when Custer tried to fuck them over. To the way she pulled through when it mattered. "She's family."

Fez wonders if he's imagining it or if her lips really lift in a little smile as he makes it clear that Faye is in fact not a romantic interest of his.

"Well that's good. Don't want to make anyone jealous that I get to spend so much time with you," (Y/N) jokes as she sits down on the empty bed next to his. He's so grateful that for now, he doesn't have to share the hospital room with another patient.

"Ain't no one to get jealous. No girlfriend or nothing. 's just me n Ash. And Faye, I guess."

"Good to know."

"Is it now? You trying to say somethin', Angel?"

"I'm your nurse. I need to know everything, remember?"

He doesn't think he could ever forget a thing she's told him.

"I have an idea though. Since neither you nor your brother came here with a phone, maybe you could write each other notes. Like your friend did. I can slip them between you two. It's completely okay and legal. "

"You'd do that for me? For real?"

She quickly nods her head in agreement.

"I think we've established by now that I will."

"Shit, (Y/N). I know I keep telling you and you don't wanna believe it. But you're an angel. My angel."

"And I keep telling you, I'm just doing my —"

"Nah, fuck that. You don't gotta be doing all this for me. You just gotta make sure I ain't dying. The rest? That's all you being you."

"Okay then maybe it's my job as a friend?"

"We friends?" Fez asks her though he hopes the smile on his face lets her know he's more joking than genuinely inquiring.

"Well if we weren't before we will be now. I brought you this," she exclaims and placed 3 cups of caramel pudding on his bedside table. "And now I have a 15-minute break so I'm gonna sit down and watch some little house on the prairie with you. Cause I love that show."

"Shit, shawty you for real?"

"Oh yeah. It's just so wholesome and just gives me a good warm feeling inside."

"True. They just don't make 'em like this anymore."

A comfortable silence settles upon the two as they focus on the Ingalls family and their life on plum creek farm.

"Hey, (Y/N)," Fez speaks up as the commercial break cuts in.

"Hmm?"

"Thanks for the pudding."

"It's no big deal."

"And for everything else."

She reaches her arm out to him, prompting him to do the same. Their hands meet and Fez feels a strange warmth settle in his bones.

"You're welcome, big guy."

He keeps holding her hand in his for the rest of the episode.

He thinks that maybe there's room for one more on that old comfortable couch in the sun-flooded living room of the farmhouse that's his own private piece of heaven. And maybe her laughter is echoing through those halls too.

She's in and out of his room all night during her shift. She scolds him, tells him to get some sleep, but Fez persists on the fact that he is not tired. Not even a little. Like a child trying to stay up just a bit longer so they don't miss out on the magic of the night.

He doesn't want to miss out on her magic.

At the end of her shift when she says goodbye, he places a soft kiss on her knuckles. It's a move that comes as naturally as breathing. And she smiles and he's sure it was the right thing to do.

When she's gone and he's alone for a moment, he opens the letter once again and reads Faye's words.

"I told them the truth. I told them it was me!

They heard the way he talked to me, yelled at me, and belittled me. I showed them the bruises. I told them I did it in self-defense. That none of you had anything to do with what happened to Custer. They'll wanna talk to you, tell them the same! Don't worry, I'm taking care of your grandma, she's doing okay.

Thank you for giving me a home. It's more than anyone ever did for me. I love you boys I really do. Let me know when I can come to see you guys."

They'll still have questions about the shooting, about the guns in the hands of a minor, but Faye just saved them from a whole lot of extra trouble and that's something he'll never forget. She can have a place on the couch too, she's family after all.

As he places her letter on his bedside table he begins to write one of his own. To Ash. The one person that matters most of them all.

The next few days go by much like the ones before. (Y/N) is in and out of his room, trying to spend as much time with him as her work allows. They watch movies and talk about all kinds of shit. He learns about her family, her pets, her favorite color, flowers, tv shows.

Whenever she changes his bandages, he has to force himself to think of something else, anything else. Because her fingers are so soft and gentle and they touch his skin so close to where his body wants her to touch him. And it's fucking embarrassing really, how she can make him feel those things with just a touch and a smile. Fucking embarrassing getting a hard-on when a nurse is just changing his fucking bandages.

He hopes she doesn't notice. If she does, she never mentions it. He's grateful for that.

She kept her promise, passing notes between him and Ash like a glorified carrier pigeon. It makes him feel a little bad but she seems to enjoy it. She says Ash makes her laugh, says he's the talk of the whole floor, charming the older nurses into giving him more pudding. Chocolate, not caramel.

"You two really are brothers," she says one day when she hands him another note. He likes to hear those words. Blood, that doesn't make you family. It never did. Love does.

One night, after a night shift, she places a kiss on his head. She tells him to have sweet dreams. He wonders if she knows they'll be filled with visions of her and only her.

It's a sunny day, the sky as blue as can be when she opens the door to his room and faces him with a big, beautiful smile on her face.

She's in jeans and a shirt, not her usual scrubs. She's off the clock.

"Yo, it's your day off. Why are you here?"

"Well, that's a loving welcome. What, are you not happy to see me?"

She knows by now, he's sure, that he's always happy to see her. That his day gets just a little brighter by seeing her.

"Nah, you know you my favorite nurse, Angel."

"That's good because I have a surprise for you!"

"Word?"

"Mmh but there's a condition and you're not gonna like it," she says and points to the wheelchair in the corner.

They told him not to walk around so much, that his injuries were still in the process of healing. Fez, naturally, doesn't listen and walks around anyway. It's not that he can really go anywhere but he walks down the hall to the vending machines every once in a while.

"No way. Absolutely not."

"I'm taking you to the whole other side of the building. I can't have you walk that far."

"Angel, I can walk just fine."

"I know but it's not good for you. Not that far. Trust me on this one. You know I'm being lenient with you in most things but this one you have to cooperate with me. Please?"

And then she looks at him with those damn eyes of hers that put each and every single star to shame. How can he say no?

"Alright fuck it. Let's go. Imma complain the whole way though."

"Oh I know, big guy," she says and places another kiss on his head that makes his heart go a little haywire. "I wouldn't have it any other way."

He hates to admit it, but having her wheel him around the hospital is kinda fun. She tells him funny stories about her job, her coworkers, and the place itself. There's love in every word and he can tell that her job really means the world to her.

"Where you takin' me, Angel? You kidnapping me or something ?" He asks when she rounds yet another corner and they end up outside in the little garden area of the hospital.

"Yes, you caught me. I've been taking care of you just so I can abduct you and harvest your organs."

"Damn. I knew it."

Their laughter flows through the air before it suddenly stops as Fez's eyes fall onto the reason she brought him here.

"Surprise!"

Her words are but a whisper in the background as he looks at Ash who sits on a bench, arms crossed and the signature scowl on his lips.

"Yo bro, I'm s—"

Ash doesn't get to finish as Fez gets out of the wheelchair in a matter of a second and pulls the younger boy into his arms.

The two of them have never been overly touchy-feely but some moments are not complete without a hug. Sometimes you just need to hold your loved ones close.

"It ain't your fault, bruh. It's not. You hear that?" Fez asks as he rests his forehead against Ash's.

The young boy nods his head gently. Fez can tell he isn't convinced but for now, that's alright. They'll have enough time when they both get out. They're both alright. They'll have time to talk it over.

"I'm gonna leave you guys to talk, I'll be back though. So don't go running off, big guy," (Y/N) speaks up as the boys pull away from their hug.

She smiles a small smile and Fez has no words big enough to express just what he's feeling right now. He hopes his eyes tell her. He hopes she knows. One day, he thinks, one day he'll find the perfect words to tell her.

Fez and Ash talk a lot. About a lot of things. Probably more than they've ever talked before. They talk about Faye and what she did for them, they talk about their injuries, even about their fucking feelings.

"They got Laurie for Mouse and Faye for Custer though she's pretty much off the hook for self-defense. I corroborated her story."

"What about the shooting?"

Ash nervously fumbles with the strings of his hoodie. "I think one of the ladies working the case has some pity on me. She said since I'm a minor and no one was killed I won't get jail time. And I kept your name clear, cause I wanna stay with you dude. You're my family. She said she'll try her best. Everything else we gotta wait and see. She said they'll definitely send me to therapy though. I think — " he takes a breath before looking up at Fez with glassy eyes. "I think maybe that's a good thing. I was so scared, Fez. I don't wanna die. I'm just so angry all the time and I want to protect you and our life and I think maybe I need help. You know? Sorry if I sound like a pussy or something."

"Nah bro, you good. Ain't nothing wrong with getting help. I know we been raised to keep our mouths shut and deal with our shit on the inside. I think we gotta change that though. I uh — I got something else I wanna talk to you about."

The thought had been ghosting through Fez's mind for a while now. Pretty much since his eyes opened and he woke up in hospital. It's maybe one of the most drastic and most important decisions he'll ever have to make. But it has to be done.

"I want out, Ash. The drugs, the violence. I want out of it. We can't go on like this. Thinking I lost you, that shit was the worst thing I ever went through."

"Worse than grandma?"

"Yeah, Ash. You my life, bruh. I know it's gonna set us back money wise but we can't go on with this shit no more. We have the store and we can keep selling weed at parties but the bad stuff? We need to stop."

Ash nods his head in understanding. "Yeah. I — I think you're right. I'm with you, always."

"I know it ain't what grandma would want but I can't —"

"Fez, it doesn't matter. We gotta do what's best for us. And I know you've been carrying around a shitload of guilt for almost a decade now. But what happened to her was not your fault. You gotta let yourself off the hook for that, bruh."

For a moment the boys just sit there trying to let the words really settle inside them. This is a turning point and while the future is uncertain, Fez holds a lot of hope that it will be safe and hopefully happy.

"Sooo, big guy," Ash speaks up through a chuckle.

"Shut up."

"Nah for real, this girl is into you. Like every time she brings me those letters she keeps talking about you like you hung the fucking moon."

"She's just nice. It's her job, she keeps telling me."

Ash raises one eyebrow in the way that always agitated and amused Fez. Such a typical teenager move.

"And you believe that shit?"

"I dunno. It's what she says," Fez shrugs bashfully.

"Are you into her?"

Fez doesn't really know how to put into words the way he's feeling about her. He's for sure feeling something. It's just that he doesn't know these emotions very well. He's had crushes before, he's seen girls before, but not like this. No one has ever made him feel like this. How can he ever tell Ash what's going on inside him, if he himself doesn't even understand it?

"I guess," he says and shrugs his shoulders. "She's pretty and she brings me extra pudding and she sings when she thinks I'm asleep. Really badly but I kinda like it."

"Man, I don't know what the fuck I'm talking about but I think she's cool too and maybe you should let her know you like her. We ain't gonna be staying here forever."

He's right. Of course, he is. Ash holds a weird serene sense of wisdom that doesn't match the rest of him at all. The anger. The confusion. He's not the best at expressing his thoughts or delivering a grand speech forwarding his wisdom. But it's there and he gets his point across.

"I prolly should, huh?"

"Yeah, you deserve something good."

He wants to say that he already has something good. Him, their little family. Time to move on. To live. He doesn't though, just pulls Ash closer and runs his head. Some things don't need to be said, some things you just have to feel.

"Sorry it was only such a short trip but your doctor is coming around in about 15 minutes and —" (Y/N) rambles as she wheels him back into his room.

"Angel, there's no reason for you to be sorry

Don't go around apologizing where no apology is needed. You did so much for us. Thank you."

"I'm not gonna say it's my job. Cause it's not but — I don't know. I just wanted to see you and Ash smile. I think you needed that. "

"Told you, you was an angel."

"Shut up," she says and bashfully smiles at him.

He wants to kiss her, so badly. For a second nothing matters but her and him and his need to be close to her. But this is still a hospital and she's his nurse and though they probably blurred a bunch of lines already, he's not sure they can cross this one.

"Hey uh, I got a surprise for you too."

He hasn't planned for this to happen. Hasn't planned for ANYONE to ever see what he's about to show her. Least of all her.

But it feels only right at that moment. That if he can't kiss her, at least he can open his heart and let her in.

Gently, as if he's afraid they'll fall apart if he moves too quickly, he places a bunch of napkins in her hand. All of them filled with pen drawings — of her. Her smile, her hand in his, the daisy charm on her nametag. The sparkle in her eyes captured with blue ink on tissue paper.

"They're a bit rough cause napkins aren't the easiest to draw on but — I hope you like 'em. Sorry if this is like creepy or sumthin'."

For a moment she says nothing, just stares at the drawings, then back at him, back and the drawings, and when she looks up at him again, her eyes shine with unshed tears.

"No, it's not creepy. It's so sweet. These are amazing, Fez. You're really talented."

Maybe in his little personal heaven, he gets to spend some more time focusing on drawing and painting. It's something he likes to do, something that brings him joy, but never something he could really indulge in. It doesn't bring money and it doesn't keep your family safe.

In his little piece of heaven, there's a room in the farmhouse filled with paints and paper, pens and markers, and paintbrushes. And it will be messy and chaotic and there will be splatter everywhere. But it will be his.

"When you tell me to have sweet dreams, this is what they look like."

He hardly dares look up at her but when he does, he's glad he did.

She smiles. One of those earth-shattering, breath-stealing, sun-rivaling smiles that make him forget any bad that exists in the world for just a small second.

"Fezco, I —"

And before she can finish her words, the spell gets broken by a doctor walking in.

There are no doctors in his heaven, he thinks at least none that interrupt special moments.

The next few days pass much the same as the previous ones did. They hang out, talk, laugh. There's a palpable tension in the air that both of them can feel though neither is brave enough to mention it.

Something has changed and it's not better or worse, just different.

She asks him to draw more. Asks him to draw different things, like flowers and the bird that sits on the windowsill sometimes, the view outside, Ash. He likes that she cares. It makes him feel important. Like all parts of him matter even the ones that he kept hidden.

"You get out on Friday!" She says as she takes her break lounging on the bed next to his, spooning some of his caramel pudding into her mouth.

"You finally gonna be rid of my annoying ass," Fez jokes, earning him a light slap on the arm from her.

"You know that's not true. You don't annoy me. I'm gonna miss you. Who's gonna watch tv with me then?"

"Ah, I'm sure there's some other patients who can't wait to have you for themselves."

"For sure but they're all 80 and up and not cute."

"Aww, you think I'm cute?" He asks and rolls his head to the side to look at her.

She doesn't answer. Not with words at least

But there's a look in her eyes full of honesty, full of longing. And he knows. She doesn't have to say a word and yet he knows.

So he reaches out his hand across the way and she holds it, like they did so many times by now. And life is good.

Ash was right, he has to do something.

It's a Thursday night. His last night at the hospital. (Y/N) was on shift during the day, spending as much time in his room as she could.

Her shift ended 10 minutes ago and Fez knows any moment she’ll come back to say sweet dreams and goodbye. Maybe, he thinks, maybe today doesn’t have to be goodbye.

Like clockwork a knock sounds on his door before she pushes inside, she’s in sweatpants and a hoodie. He likes when she’s dressed like that. Soft and warm.

“Hey Big guy, you ready to go home tomorrow? “

Though her words sound cheery, the look on her face tells a different story.

Fez never believed he could get so attached to someone in such a short amount of time, and yet. Here she is, sad, and all he wants to do is make it go away and put that smile back onto her face.

“ You good, Angel? “

“ Yeah, I’m fine. It’s silly, really. “

“ Ain’t silly if it’s got you frownin’ like that. “

She deliberates for a moment, biting her lip in uncertainty. He can almost see the cogs turning in her head.

“ I’m happy that you’re healed and that you can go home,” (Y/N) says, her voice timid, almost shy, “but I’m sad you’re leaving. I’m gonna miss you. And I know that is super unprofessional and I should feel nothing but happiness for you. And I DO. I just — I’ll miss hanging out with you and —”

“ Yo, (Y/N), “ Fez stops her rambling. “ Look at me. “

She slowly lifts her head, locking eyes with him. There’s a sadness there he’s never seen in her before. To know that it is there because she dreads their parting ways, it both killing him and making his heart beat just a little faster.

“ Just 'cause I’m leaving don’t mean we can’t see each other. I’m still gonna need someone to kick my ass when I’m overdoing it. Someone to bring me pudding then eat it themselves — “

“ That was one time!”

Fez raises his eyebrow.

“ Okay twice. “

“ Point is, Imma still want you around. “

“ As a nurse? “

This time it’s his turn to reach out his hand instead of answering her with words. No words are big enough to explain anyway. So when she grasps his hand, this time he pulls her closer. And closer. And closer.

This time she’s in his bed next to him, not in the other one. This time he wraps her in his arm, warm and safe the way she’s made him feel ever since he opened his eyes to the bright fluorescent lights of the hospital room.

This time he places a kiss on her head.

“ Nah, you more than my nurse. “

“ A friend? “ she asks and looks up at him with her beautiful eyes as her head rests against his shoulder.

“ Nah you more than that too. You my angel, remember? “

She softly nods her head and Fez cradles her face in his hand. He’s leaving tomorrow so may those damn lines be crossed. Sometimes you gotta be brave and smudge lines and sometimes you just gotta let yourself be happy.

“ Can I kiss you? “ he asks as his nose softly nudges against hers.

“ Please do. “

When he was 14 Fez kissed a girl named Zoe at a party. She had had some fruity drink before and she tasted like sugar and rum and he thought that was the most delicious taste in the world. She was soft and sweet and tasted like a cocktail and he thought he would never get tired of kissing her.

He did. He never saw her again but that’s beside the point. He could still remember what her lips tasted like.

When his lips meet (Y/N)’s that taste is gone. Every other kiss he’s ever shared with anyone before is gone and vanished from his brain.

He wonders if he ever felt like this before. Safe and content. Not plagued by guilt or fear or worries. Just for one moment, all he gets to be is a boy in love with a girl who loves him back.

“ Yo, you think the other nurses will mind you hanging out a little longer? “ he asks as he pulls away slightly. Just far enough to breathe and look into her eyes.

“ I think you’ve charmed all of them into turning a blind eye. Just like your brother. You two really made the whole hospital fall for you. “

“ Don’t care about the whole hospital. Only you. “

“ Well yeah, you made me fall too. “

“ Good. Me too. “

They don’t plan for her to stay all night, it just happens. Happy little accidents, as the white guy with the afro who paints on tv, would say.

The tv is playing The Lost Boys so they watch that movie, cuddled up together on his hospital bed. There’s more kissing and touching. More words of affection shared in hushed whispers.

And then she falls asleep in his arms.

Happy little accidents.

The doctor gives him the clear the next morning and somehow it all feels bittersweet. He’s glad to be able to go home but whatever comes next, that's fucking scary.

His home is riddled with bullet holes. The police will come knocking any day, asking about all the things that have happened. Asking about Ash.

Whatever happens, he just hopes they get to stay together. That’s his family. That’s all he needs.

“ Hey, “ he says and pulls (Y/N) close to him as they walk down the halls of the hospital and towards the doors that lead outside. “ Faye and Ash are picking me up and I know it’s your day off today so how does breakfast at the diner sound like? “

“ Will there be caramel pudding? “

“ God I hope not, I love that shit but I need some bacon or pancakes. “

“ Sounds good to me, Big guy. “

He places a soft kiss on her head and thanks god for being gentle on him this one time. For making Ash live, for giving him an angel of his own.

“ ‘ight, Angel. Let’s go.”

“ I love that song!” (Y/N) exclaims as Bon Jovi’s livin’ on a prayer sounds from the car radio. Making Faye agree while both Ash and Fez let out a groan.

“ You guys just don’t know what’s good!” she replies, turning the volume up and singing along. It’s not good, far from it really, but it still puts a smile on Fez’s face.

“ Come on boys, I know you know the words!” Faye chimes up as she joins (Y/N) in her sing-along.

At the red light, Fez lets his eyes wander towards (Y/N) who is already looking back at him. There’s that smile again, the one that tells him that everything's gonna be alright. There will be obstacles and hardships. But in the end, it will be good. As long as they have each other.

He softly takes her hand in his before turning his eyes back to the road.

“Oh what the hell — “

And as the words leave his mouth, he too joins in on their off-key choir, making a laugh tumble from Ash’s lips.

Maybe his little piece of heaven doesn’t have to be a farmhouse and a living room and a couch. Maybe, for now, it’s his car driving down the road as the morning sun dips the world in a veil of gold. With his girl in the passenger seat and his family in the back, all singing along to a song he doesn’t particularly like but that don’t matter right then. All that matters is that they have each other. And the laughter. And the love.

She says, we've got to hold on to what we've got It doesn't make a difference if we make it or not We've got each other and that's a lot for love

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youranxiousnerd · 3 years

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The Transformation Thoughts

bc hsmtmts said gay rights

spoilers below

yesss seb doing the recap

wait did seb just say he was crying?!?! give him a hug

cow baby!!!

wow miss jenn and seb having a civil conversation

Natalie is back!!

ej and ricky with the mask

kourtney’s outfit!!!

ashlyn’s outfit...

ahh so the awards and the show are separate, good, that’s how it works

RICKY’S SHIRT!?!?!?!

i love it

ricky is lgbt do not try to convince me otherwise

ASHLYN IS SINGING IT IS BEAUTIFUL

like pop off

ricky and the mask

that mask is the true villain in season 2

“Belle, I-” flops

Ashlyn is carrying the scene, she is such a good Belle

how is ricky allowed on stage oh my god

the cap

that damn mask

“It’s okay, it was just my face”

Miss Jenn is hanging on by a thread

finally some ashlyn and ricky content

“Which they will” buddy have you faced the music? Have you seen Ricky?

“I think I might have been playing Troy at one point”

Miss Jenn needs help from someone who isn’t a teenager

“Mother is freaking out” High school theater at it’s finest

“There is math involved”

“OH”

sassy seb

i can’t with east high’s tech crew, what are you doing?!?!

and why are the actors figuring out the tech stuff?!? i’m sure kourt, big red, ashlyn (she knows all), and seb (he lives on a farm) know what to do.

the crew cannot be that bad

btw here are my thoughts on this scene

guys it is ashlyn’s house not yours

portwell shoulder bump

ASHLYN I LOVE YOU

OH SO NOW YOU HAVE DRILLS

WHERE WERE THEY WHEN THE TECHIES STARTED USING GLUE ON PLYWOOD!?!?!?!

I WANT ANSWERS

i. cannot. with. this. show.

lily wtf

“is this too weird” yes

like why?

lily like actually shut up

big red’s “wtf”

let her be evil damnit

“i’m just not well liked here” i wonder why

that was really weird, anyways

“he gets weird around tools”

me too

no give big red the drill he knows how to use it

someone write a fic about the girls and seb’s chaotic target run

why don’t you have a blackout and dramatic music and lights for the transformation, i know it isn’t award level but if done right it can be pretty dope

“I don’t know if my parents will be okay with me being at a co-ed sleepover”

“Chip, this is your mother speaking, go call your mother”

HE DID THE FINGER GUNS

GAY TABLE SIT AND FINGER GUNS THEY DID THEIR RESEARCH

ashlyn’s bucket

CARLOS GAY TABLE SIT

OH MY GOD

they’re so gay soulmates

let big red have his skateboards

“i need to talk to seb at some point but it can wait” honey no it can’t wait seb is on the verge of a breakdown

wait they havent talked in a week

Im a hypocrite ive been dancing around someone for three years

“You’re still at school”

“I’m worried about my children” “She means us”

such a high school theater thing (like i got married during high school theater, we had a family tree)

“ah, Sebby”

“Now I’m pretty sad” give him a hug

the girls ship seblos

“But, I guess he has to be, out of default, right... there’s not a lot of choices for a boy like Carlos, here, at East.”

alright here come the tears

why...why couldn’t he say “gay” or “queer” or “lgbt”?!?!

“Not so good at saying the feelings part out loud”

shiz that hit close to home.

Seb is just making me cry today, isn’t he?

wait so we’re just going to change the subject? coming from a queer person, opening up about your problems about your sexuality is hard. like, there are things that happened years ago im just telling people.

“You’re my sister, he’s my cousin”

it seems everyone except nina knows about the chocolates. imagine gossip time when gina told people write a fic

Nini just stop talking. It wasn’t a big deal, simple mistake. Not everything has to be big and dramatic

and wasn’t she just asking about Gina and Ej?

Nini for the love of god it is not something to read into.

“The farmer type”

Ash and Red exchanging gossip

wait... why are they texting about this?

“Why wouldn’t he say something to me?” It’s a hard conversation to have. “hey are we together just because i’m your only option?”

“Okay, pretty boy” HE CALLED HIM PRETTY BOY

RICKY!!!!!!!!!!

!!!

carlos and gina chaotic siblings

give ej a hug

“Sweet boy”

im so glad the guys are talking about their feelings.

Why a sleepover? It’s more of a hangout.

“Verging on failure”

jennzara therapy

slowwww burn

you go from hand holding to fist bump

disney please release an acoustic version of “let you go”

so it’s just carlos and ricky chillin’ at big red’s house?

do not play let you go for nini

do. not.

“You guys are a hallmark movie”

for once ricky is being smart

“the look on your face when you were talking about Seb tonight” smiles

he is so whipped

“I think you and Seb have something worth fighting for...bro”

that was so sweet and then there is bro

i love this show

“Sorry, I’m adjusting to being called bro”

him and seb being awkward about feelings... that is a high school relationship

i love ricky in this scene

“Yeah, let’s just write”

ASHLYN CALLED BIG RED BABE AWWWWW

nina shut the actual hell up

“It’s in the costume shop, somewhere” mood

“Thank you, 15″ THEY SAID THE THING

GAHHHH

I LOVE IT

howie and kourtney oh my god what is happening

“and begging”

“hi” he’s so nervous oh my lord.

he is so awkward around seb

it’s like a switch

“Do you want to get risotto with me sometime” OH MY GOD THATS ADORABLE

GINA BABY HE LIKES YOU

GINA HONEY!!!

AWWW THAT WAS ADORABLE

PORTWELL YESSSS

gina’s little run

“Am I in trouble?”

they’re so nervous

oh my god its time

“You keep it all bottled up” GUYS I CANT ARGGGG

can ricky just like, go behind a curtain?

“lookin’ for our kind of love” carlos basically just said “i love you”

seb is so whipped like look at him?

they’re so in love

seb’s little eye role at “in a heartbeat, i choose you”

the hands omfg

oh my god they’re going to dance

SHIZ THE HOMECOMING SUITS

I WAS RIGHT

OH MY GOD

SHIT GUYS IM DYING

gah the hands i cant

carlos is leading i love it

the tie

a tie just killed me

im combusting

You’re honor, they’re in love

i really thought carlos was going in for a kiss he is probably getting one later

i like how the dance isn’t big, it’s small and a little awkward bc right then it’s just them.

THEYRE SO IN LOVE HOLY SHIT

damnit big red

big red is legally required to interrupt almost kiss moments especially if it’s an lgbt kiss bc we cant have two in one season

in a heartbeat is so cute. Frankie showed UP this season with the vocals. there is no way that was all acting bc they looked so in love.

I...I love it

the lyrics are perfect

In a Heartbeat and Let You Go are probably the best OG songs of the season

“Siri, add In a Heartbeat to my gay sob playlist”

these boys are just serenading each other left and right

“Yeah”

so it’s just “yeah”!?!? That’s it!?!?! Seb could have least kissed him on the cheek or did they use all their kisses?

I love the song and love the scene, but there is so much more to discuss. Are we going to brush over the fact that Seb literally had an allergic reaction and didn’t get help because he didn’t want to disappoint Carlos!?!? Are we going to brush over “no, seb” and seb feeling like he has to get carlos big things!?! One “yeah” doesn’t erase all that. I’m hoping we get closure, proper closure, not a joke.

In conclusion, only one thing was settled (Carlos loves Seb for Seb, not because he is the only out guy in school).

“Seb and Carlos suffer their first fight” effing liars

BTW it looks like they filmed the dance scene with the homecoming suits and normal outfits so disney release the footage

Ricky is the biggest Seblos shipper

“Bro”

you morons. are you using rigging without an adult there?!?!

im pretty sure that isn’t allowed. only trained people were allowed to use the rigging. it should be Natalie since she did it in HSM

you should have gotten mats are something or stand in a circle

gahhh

RICKY

OH MY FRICKING GOD

NO ONE RAN THEY JUST WATCHED WTF

WTF WAS THAT ENDING

UMMMMM NO

i legit have no words oh my god

they just killed the lead

you guys saw the rope you should have ran

you should have gotten mats or blankets or something just in case

rigging is difficult, set rigging and people rigging

EAST HIGH WTF

Looks like the sleepover is going to be in the ER

My gay heart is full but my theater heart is screaming. The episode went by really fast. I liked it, like a lot.

To answer the question, no, I am not okay @organic-guacamole and we will have a theater kid sleepover

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puckngrind · 3 years

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Columbus isn't home - J. Anderson

Summary: Josh returns to Columbus (winter 2021/2) for the first time since being traded.

Warnings: swearing, mentions of breakup, pandemic, rehab

Word count: 1,420

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“You don’t live here any more!” You screamed into your phone, ending the call then throwing your phone across the room. He didn’t live in Columbus anymore or the country for that matter. Josh was traded, sold his condo you two shared then blamed the border closer on his lack of return to Ohio before the season started last January. He found someone else to occupy his time in the year since you’ve seen him. While he wouldn’t tell you outright, the pictures didn’t lie. Punching the pillow and screaming again didn’t seem to help matters. Your phone rang again. Ignoring it and stepping outside into the cool winter air helped slightly.

The knock on the door startled you. “Ignore it.” You convinced yourself it was a salesman.

“Bells!” The recognizable voice shouted through the door. “Bells, damnit! I saw you standing at your balcony. Isabella!!” Josh’s voice got louder. A thud came from the door then silence.

Ding. The text alert lit up your phone from under the coffee table. Ding. Ding.

“Fuck off Anderson!” You thought you shouted but maybe it was a whisper. Closing the balcony door then fishing your phone from where you launched it you tip toe to the door to look out the peephole. Yup, Josh’s long legs spread into the hallway.

“I’m not going anywhere until you talk to me.” Josh sensed you were at the door.

“Why? Don’t you have a game tomorrow or something?” You pressed your forehead into the door. The unfinished business between you two making you want to open the door for him.

“Yes and I don’t care if I play like shit if it means talking to you face to face.” Josh stands, presses his hands to either side of the door frame then stares at the glass that keeps flipping from light to dark. “Just let me in Bells. Please?” You cursed how good he looked and even through the door how he was effecting your body.

“If I open the door what will change?” You stand your ground mustering up all the hurt and anger from the past year.

“We can close the chapter. I can apologize properly. Bells, please?” Josh brushes his fingers through his wet long locks. Reminding you of his 2019 cup run. Told him how much you liked his hair long and he kept it. You huff out of exhaustion then unlock your deadbolt. Slowly opening the door feeling Josh’s piercing blue eyes on you before even looking up.

“Come in.” Your voice shaky with a hint of annoyance.

“Thanks Bella.” Josh shuffled past you brushing his knuckles slightly against your arm as he made his way into your place. “Nice place.” He looks it up and down.

“Well, it was what I could afford after being suddenly evicted from my gorgeous condo… oh wait?” The venom dripping from each word.

“I really am sorry. I should’ve…” Josh stands a safe distance but you still feel the heat radiating between you.

“Save it. You attempted to apologize for the shit show that was October 2020 and I’m done hearing it. Why are you really here Josh?” Your arms cross over your chest.

“I needed to see you. I wanted to say sorry in person. This is the first time I’ve been back. I’ve missed…”. You put your finger up to stop him.

“Don’t fucking say you missed me! We both know you left your Columbus life and didn’t look back. Found new friends, new team, new girl. Don’t get all nostalgic on me now that you are back thinking we can just be fuck buddies when the Habs are in town.” You almost growl at him then make your way to the kitchen. Having this conversation needed alcohol. Knowing Josh would follow you slam a bottled water on the counter. The lid almost popping off with force. Twisting off your drinks top and chugging it like water made your head spin a bit.

“Bells. That’s not it at all. Could you calm down, please?” Josh stepped closer. “I think you filled in some holes that aren’t true.”

“Oh, you are smooth. Is that how you got her in bed? Convinced her we broke up? Introduced her to the wives? Let her wear a WAGS jacket to the cup final? Please enlighten me on what holes I filled?” Pressing your lips to your bottle again not wanting to break eye contact with him.

“Let’s sit on the coach, eh?” He puts out his hand but you walk past him to what was once his couch and sit placing your feet up so he had to sit on the other end.

“So, talk.” You had forgotten how you still loved him because all you could see was the hurt he caused.

“I fucked up.” He leans into the back of the couch.

“Sure did.” You nod.

“Bells, this was never the plan. Ever. Ask any of the guys.” Josh bites his lip then looks down at your feet.

“I did. You were going to propose. Well at least that’s what ‘the guys’ told me. Since you decided to ignore them too and I really didn’t have anyone else here beyond the family we made with the team.” Your fingers were still up in the air from the air quotes.

“You could’ve gone home to Cleveland, Bella.” Josh mumbled.

“I made a life here Josh. Remember? Job, friends, you. The only thing that left was you.” You snap.

“I’m a dumbass.”

“You could say that again.”

“I’m a fucking dumbass.” He repeats causing you to laugh a little. “Your laugh is contagious you know. I swear I hear it sometimes sitting in my apartment alone.”

“Alone?” You narrow your brow knowing she was living with him.

“Yeah. I told her I was still in love with you and sorry I lead her on the way I did.” Josh buries his face into his hands.

“Is that why your brother snapped me stating you were a fucking mess?”

“Probably.”

“Then why has it taken you this long to get back here? Say these things?” Your voice softened but guard still very much up.

“I wallowed in my parents’ basement for a good two to three weeks." Josh admits. "Four weeks according to your Mom." You insert.

"What?" Josh was confused. "Anyway, decided to find a trainer in Montreal. When the border opened I wanted to come find you but you wouldn’t return my calls or texts or anything. And I get it, because I hurt you probably more than anyone ever has or will. I don’t deserve you, Bells. I have never deserved you. You’ve always been too good for my idiotic self.” Josh sniffles causing you to look over at him. His sweatpants now wet from tears dripping down his arms.

“Josh.” You whisper. “I… I don’t know what to say.”

“I didn’t ask you to say anything Bella.” Josh sits up wiping his face with his sleeve which makes you giggle.

“You want a tissue there Anderson?” Pulling the box from behind the couch. Josh grabbing one with a nod. The two of you sat in silence. Not really knowing what to say but just sitting there feeling the weight of the situation. Finally, the words come to you lips.

"You did hurt me the most of anyone, ever. You dumped our entire world for, what? Money? I was ready to follow you anywhere and you didn't even give me a chance. Do you not remember the rehab? Our trip to Vail for your surgery? You were pushing me away and I wrote it off as pain. Then... then... You just left. Left. Found an upgrade on all aspects of life and moved the fuck on. I was left to pick up the pieces. Yeah, I still love you but I'm not sure I trust you. I'm not in love with you. But, yeah, Josh. I still love you and it fucking hurts."

"But you still love me?" Josh had a small glimmer of hope in his voice.

"J, you live in Canada not Columbus." You whisper out.

"But the fact that you still love me is a start, Bells." Josh turns to you.

"Is it?" You question looking deep into his eyes. "Columbus will never be your home again and I cannot just live in Montreal."

"You sure about that Isabella?" Josh shuffles around. You look down, eyes going wide.

"Don't!"

#77 andy man 17 #Columbus isn't home #J Anderson fic #semi requested

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gumnut-logic · 3 years

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Aussie TAG fans

Has TAG season three been released in Region 4 DVDs yet?

I was going to grab it from Amazon.com.au but it appears to be in Region 2 and I’ve just discovered that our new DVD player is not a Region 0 player (damnit, I have other stuff in Region 2 I now can’t play ::growls::).

Any help? Where can I get either the DVDs from or what purchase streaming platform has them?

I currently have 1.1, 1.2, & 2.2 on Google Play. I own the entirety of Season 2 on DVD. Plus a few random episodes from elsewhere.

Does anyone know if/where I can purchase a Region 4 version of Season 3? I wouldn’t mind season 1 on DVD as well cos who knows what Google Play will eventually do.

Help?

Nutty

(considering hacking her DVD player...sounds scary...they told me it was Region 0 at the shop! ::grumbles so much:: )

#DVD regions suck #why does Australia always get the ass end of the deal #and they wonder why pirating is so blatant #aaaaaaargh!

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captainrexforever · 3 years

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Sketches

Hey guys. I meant to publish a full length fic today, but my imagination just hasn’t been cooperating. Instead, have this short drabble about our favorite sweetheart. I think this is set a while after the Season 2 Finale but who knows, this was begging to be written, regardless of continuity.

It’s late and Din has just returned from turning in the latest set of bounties. He’s in the cockpit, setting the ship on a new course before turning in for the night. You’re just about to turn in as well when Din’s modulated voice breaks your reverie.

“What’s this?”

You turn and your heart jumps into your throat as you panic just a little bit. He’s holding your sketchbook in his hand, and you realize you must have left it in the cockpit earlier. You’re a little embarrassed. In truth, you have no reason to be, but the thought of Din looking through your sketchbook is enough to set off your nerves. You like to think that you’re somewhat decent at sketching, but you’ve never had any formal training. And as a result, have never had a reason to show anyone else your drawings.

“Just a book.” You finally answer.

“I didn’t know you read hand-written books. Don’t you usually use your pad?”

Damnit, he’s right. Obviously he’s a faster thinker than you, and you flush when you realize you’ll have to tell him the truth.

“Actually, it’s a sketchbook.”

“Oh. May I?” He gestures towards the cover, and you note the questioning tone within his voice. Your heart swells and you wonder how you were ever nervous in the first place. You have shared every other part of yourself with him. A few sketches certainly won’t change how he feels about you.

You nod before capturing his hand and leading him to the side of the Crest where the small ledge serves as a bench of sorts. After settling yourself against his side, you reach a hand out to lift the cover. He grasps your hand gently, holding it while he lifts his other hand to his helmet. He raises it from his head, settling it beside him, before pressing a kiss to your knuckles. You blush and give him a goofy smile in response, allowing yourself to just stare into his eyes for a few moments. You will never tire of gazing into his face, watching as his eyes twinkle and his lids fall in lazy blinks. His responding smile has you captivated, and you suddenly forget why you sat down in the first place.

He breaks your trance by pressing his forehead to yours, then redirecting his gaze towards the book in his lap. You giggle at the silly sight, unable to stop yourself from admiring the features of his face again. He lets out a light chuckle, and joins you in your soft laughter before tucking you further into his side as he turns towards the book again. He holds it while your hand drifts to the cover again, and when you open it you hold your breath, a little unsure as to what the first image will be.

Oh, it’s one of your first attempts at sketching. A simple round sphere decorates the page, a tiny sun drawn into the top left corner to simulate the presence of light. The sketch was meant as a way to practice your shading skills. You risk a glance towards Din and see that he looks completely awestruck, and you can’t suppress a proud smile from overtaking your lips.

You flip the page, this time revealing a more ambitious project. It contains the face of a wolf, the shape a little too round, the lines a little too jagged, the shading a little too forced. The proportions are slightly off as well and you wince a little at the poor attempt. Din still looks interested though, so you continue to the next page. It reveals an eagle head and this time you feel quite proud, the sketch is one of your favorites and it has undergone some small additions throughout it’s long existence. Behind the eagle is a landscape of stars, a mountain range further in the distance that forms a complementary shape which frames the main sketch.

Din sucks in a breath and you smile at him when his gaze drops to you.

“I didn’t know you were so talented.”

You blush. Even after all this time, you’re still awkward with accepting compliments, so you settle for showing your appreciation through actions rather than words. You lean up, lips pursing, then meeting Din’s lightly stubbled cheek in a quick kiss. His mouth curves into a smile and you’re caught once again in the beauty of his gaze. Finally, you muster the strength to break the eye contact and tuck your head into the crook of his neck instead, watching as he flips through the rest of the pages. Some are sketches you remember fondly, others are not quite finished, but they all remind you of specific memories and mindsets. When he finally reaches the last page, you’re practically drifting off already, his warmth and comforting embrace leaving you even more drowsy.

“Still working on this one?”

Your eyes flutter open, and a fiery blush overtakes your cheeks when you take in the sight. The page is filled with different sketches of Din. One shows him wielding a blaster, looking handsome as ever, while he shields you behind his back. Another depicts you in his arms during a nighttime flight with the jet pack. There are dozens more, but the one that must have caught his attention is the most recent sketch. It shows Din on one knee as he offers a ring to you. The shading isn’t quite finished, some of the lines still rough and too light to be considered part of the final product.

“Can you blame me for wanting to immortalize that moment forever?”

He tugs you closer, planting a kiss on your forehead as he closes the book and sets it aside.

“I suppose not. It was the best moment of my life after all.”

“Mine too.”

You’re practically asleep now and he hums, lifting you in his arms as he carries you to your bunk. For it is your bunk now, as much as it is his. Within a minute, he’s tucked you both in, and he’s still wearing his armor, but you don’t mind, it’s as much a part of him as his skin. With a sleepy promise of love you tangle you fingers in his hair and drift off to sleep, safe in the arms of your handsome knight.

#the mandalorian x reader #mandalorian x reader #din djarin x reader #din djarin fluff #the mandalorian fanfiction #mandalorian fanfic #the mandalorian x reader fluff #mando reader fluff #mandalorian fluff #Mando x reader

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Babylon 5 Rewatch ep 2.20 The Long, Twilight Struggle

Sheridan and Delenn receive an invitation to Epsilon III where Draal pledges the Great Machine to the campaign against the Shadows. Meanwhile Londo commits his Shadow allies to one more attack against the Narn, allowing the Centauri to commit war crimes and end the Narn conflict.

Things I like about The Long Twilight Struggle

1, An energy fluctuation happens on the planet and Corwin turns to his coworkers like “There’s something happening. Contact Commander Ivanova” then the camera drifts to a private quarters. A shower is running. We see the steam as we coast slowly toward the bathroom for a tasteful near nude shot of Claudia Chris—NOPE Bruce Boxleitner. I CACKLED.

2, Draal is great and I love him. It worked out that Sheridan is new here to get a refresher on who Draal is and what’s going on with the Great Machine. Also the Great Machine making him younger is a good way to explain why he’s Herman Munster now. I’m guessing he’ll stay young and vibrant until he disintegrates like the last guy.

3, I appreciate seeing Londo’s true colors in his conversation with Refa. He’s tired, both from the trip to Centauri Prime and of all the war and darkness he’s involved himself in. He’s also still mourning Ursa Jaddo from Knives which was a nice callback considering he had a significant moment of doubt and regret in that episode, and it’s good to be reminded that he’s not totally sold on what’s going on right now. It’s also nice that he’s against the mass drivers at the outset but is convinced to go with Refa’s plan because he considers the glorification of his people more important than himself or anything else. He talks himself into doing something truly horrendous, but it’s wrong and his face knows its wrong. And then Refa makes him watch, when he fully intended to hide from what he’s done. Gguhh the pain is wonderful.

4, Watching this in a rewatch hurts so bad. Like Franklin gives G’Kar a warning about the Centauri’s interest in homeworld. There’s the possibility he can stop it.

5, Delenn and Sheridan go down to Epsilon III she is acting super cocky and in control because she wants to impress her crush, even using clever colorful English phrases. Everyone remembers Abasfrigginlutely Damnit. Oh Delenn….

6, Sheridan looks at the inside of the Great Machine and is like “Lord, I may not go home” and I laughed b/c it looks like Tron in there.

7. The jump-kicking Centauri.

8, The mass drivers really are the most disgusting move. To devastate a civilian population from space is the ultimate ranged weapon. What could they possibly do? Watching Londo watch it happen is peak drama because as disgusted as he is watching, you know he’s as disgusted with himself in facilitating it. The drama is there but also horror on a level few shows can communicate, that of self-horror. The moment earlier where it was established and Londo still had a concept of right and wrong even as he was dealing with the Shadows is pulling full weight here. At the beginning of this season he was a buffoon struggling to stay afloat, in the middle of the season he finds the power and respect he wanted but loses the trust and friendship of the station in the process, and here at the culmination of his choices he sees what he was really willing to sell his soul for. He could have remained powerless and kept his sense of self, but instead he chose advancement and learned to hate what he’s become. It’s just staggering.

9, G’Kar is also pulling full weight in this episode. He’s prepared to go back to Narn, be with his family, and die among his people but he is the only member of the Kha’Ri not on homeworld and being so, he is an in credibly valuable asset for the race now that surrender is unavoidable. The tears in his eyes when asking for sanctuary are soul crushing, and the horror and shame he’s feeling is an inversion of Londo’s… powerlessness and being suppressed despite knowing he could do more verses being powerful and regretting it.

10, The Centauri terms of surrender are so cruel. It’s the turn of a knife that’s already been plunged to the hilt and Sheridan coming in to yank the dagger back an inch like a badass is extremely galvanizing and give Delenn grounds to commit the Rangers to him later in the episode. Also something I want to note about this scene that I think is even more important than Sheridan being a hero, it’s G’Kar sitting in his normal spot in complete despair, enduring Londo’s terms. Londo is dressed in every decoration and medal he’s ever owned, screaming at the top of his lungs like being the loudest makes him the rightest, yet G’Kar is silent. Londo demands G’Kar be removed from the council chambers like an invader. Sheridan replies by recounting the request for sanctuary, resulting on the two fighting over G’Kar’s head, but no one calls the bailiff to come get him. No one except Londo tells him he needs to go. They give G’Kar the chance to move. Even Kosh waits to see what he’s going to do. Will he attack? Will he scream and cry? No. He stands and with every ounce of self control he contains, delivers one of the greatest axefalls in television history.

“No dictator, no invader can hold an imprisoned population by force of arms forever. There is no greater power in the universe than the need for freedom. Against that power, governments and tyrants and armies cannot stand. The Centauri learned this lesson once, we will teach it to them again. Though it take a thousand years, we will be free.”

11, AND THATS NOT EVEN THE END OF THE EPISODE! I can’t believe this wasn’t a two-parter with everything that’s happened in this one half an hour of screentime. Sheridan essentially tells G’Kar he’s on his side in this war. He offers G’Kar his hand as an ally, and G’Kar considers it saying; “The last time I offered someone my hand, we were at war 24 hrs later” He pauses to make you wonder if he’s lost the ability to trust, then shakes with Sheridan and the look on his face tells something completely different. He still believes he’ll be at war very shortly, but he’s hoping for it. He’s counting on it.

12, Finally we get the introduction of the Rangers and the only thing that can kind of fit on my “Liked less” list. I like this just fine, but there’s something about Delenn who is in charge of a secret sect of warrior monks pledged to side with the Vorlons against the Shadows, turning the control of those monks over to Sheridan without fully introducing him to their existence. To be fair, she gives him partial control and doesn’t hand it over to him, removing herself from the field and I know having watched the rest of the show that she still is the sole figure in charge of the Rangers and is more accurately pledging herself and those in her service to Sheridan’s cause… but the way they read in this episode it looks like she’s giving Sheridan the reins. The next episode is KIND OF dealing with this with the inquisitor, but in general I think we could have avoided a lot of nonsense if she just phrased her pledge more accurately.

13, And this leads me to a theory… that Babylon5 was labeled their best hope for piece, but really it was built specifically as a neutral ground for the staging of the Shadow war. It really is Babylon 5, as in a replacement for Babylon 4 which was used as a warbase. This is why the Minbari co-founded the station, this is why it ends in fire at the end of everything. It’s existence is specifically tied to the the return of the shadows and the drama and diplomacy of the Narns, Centauri, Telepaths, Earthdome, etc etc are events of the universe that happen to occur there. Wihtout the Shadow War, there’d be no Babylon 5, and without Babylon 5 the universe would not continue.

14.

Finally.

The ARMY OF LIGHT

I got teary-eyed

Things I liked Less about The Long Twilight Struggle

The Delenn thing. But we’ll get back to that next episode. And that’s it.

This episode is truly one of the greatest and most emotionally wrenching pieces of television ever created. It’s a silly scifi show with rubber masks that dares to delve deeper beneath the skin than anything else I’ve seen. We see the horror and depravity of war, but we also see the people turned inside out by it and what colors they are within. Ten out of ten. Thanks for breaking my heart. This is why I had to take pause on my rewatch to prepare.

oh by the way @gin-007 and I are resuming our rewatch from 2019.

and I’m putting all these eps up on @b5picanep as well if you want to go back to see previous episodes.

#babylon 5 #babylon 5 spoilers #babylon 5 rewatch #season 2 #episode 20 #the long twilight struggle #art #jenstoart #g'kar

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Greedy (Shinsou x Reader)

Pairing: Shinsou x Reader

Genre: Fluff/Comfort, College!AU

Summary: You’re an extremely touch-starved college student, so you ask your friend Shinsou to help you out.

Word count: 2,282

Tags: @yuki-osaki @liviitehe @iamsoftsodonttoucheume-blog @bunnythepipsqueak

a/n: I may or may not be projecting on this one...

This took way longer to write and it ended up way longer and shittier than I expected. Not to mention I fell asleep in the middle of writing last night, so I’m sorry this wasn’t up sooner!

I was debating between Shinsou and Todoroki on this one, but I haven’t written for Shinboi in a while, so why not? (If you guys want a Todoroki ver, I’ll write it too!)

I hit 500 followers 2 days ago! Thank you guys again for liking my posts and my content, I really appreciate it! I’ll work hard to give you better stuff in the future!

I said in my milestone post that I would start a new tradition of spotlighting other writers/artists in the community that I follow to spread some love around, so I’m promoting @lovingshoto once again! If you want some floofy headcanons and one shots, go check her out!

Alright, I’m done talking, enjoy lovelies~

My friend blinks at me. He's practically frozen with fear at my proposal.

"Come on, it's not that bad! Why are you looking at me like I asked you to hide a body for me?" I whine.

"It's not that." He puts down the drink he almost choked on. "It's just...very strange."

I'll admit, it's a very unconventional request I asked of Shinsou, but it's very rational, I swear. "I have scientific evidence to persuade you. Science agrees that it helps lower depressive symptoms and stress. And it releases Oxytocin and makes you happier. Which I really think both of us can benefit from."

My friend sighs. "It still sounds really weird."

"And it improves sleep." I give him a pointed look.

For the first time in our conversation, Shinsou finally seems interested. "Alright, I'm listening."

A grin splits my face in two. "We can start at twice a week! That way, it won't interfere with both of our busy schedules too much."

The violet-haired boy crosses his arms over his chest. "What's so great about cuddling anyway?"

My jaw drops to the floor. "Shinsou, are you telling me you've never cuddled anyone before?" When his face turns red in shame, I know his answer. "You poor, touch-starved boy. How about tonight we give it a try, and then you can give me your answer?"

Shinsou levels a gaze at me. I can't read what exactly he's thinking, but I'm hoping I'm pulling him to my side. Spring is start to hit and I'm feeling both the emotional and physical consequences of so-called cuffing season. Long, hot showers, wrapping myself in blankets, and clothing myself in hoodies and fuzzy socks to survive winter aren't cutting it for me anymore. I want to say I'm becoming influenced by the amount of couples I see walking around campus, but it sounds more intelligent for me to say it's a natural instinct of animals.

But I know it's just an emotional thing, I'm lonely and touch-starved myself.

Shinsou rubs the back of his head. "Where and when is this happening?"

The poor, confused boy stands in front of my bed. "What am I supposed to do again?"

Huffing, I pull his arm into me. "Just get in here and hug me. I'll help you."

I don't blame my awkward friend for being hesitant. He's not usually one for invading personal space and he's definitely not the hugging type. Unfortunately for him, I am a hugger and physical touch whore.

"Just lay back like this, arm out." I position him on his back before laying on my side, using his arm as a pillow and wrapping an arm around his torso, almost like hugging a life-sized teddy bear. Feeling his warmth radiating from him, I hum in satisfaction. "Just like that."

Shinsou eyes me, stiff as a board. It's a cute expression, watching his face tinted in rosy blush. "W-What now?"

I shrug. "We just talk. Or we can just stay here silently." But he's still panicked about the whole thing, so I decide it might be easier for him to be distracted by conversation. "How was your bio test yesterday?"

"It was...okay." His gaze darts back and forth between me and some other object in the room. "I think I messed up on one of the answers."

His arm under me hasn't relaxed from his tense state. "Are you having trouble in class in general?"

"Yeah, but the bio department in general is out to get all of us anyway. Something about narrowing down the huge number of pre-med kids."

I nod slowly, but Shinsou still looks completely nervous. "Hey, is this making you too uncomfortable? I don't want to force you to do something you don't like." Maybe I went about this the wrong way.

He finally looks down at me. "No, it's not- Damnit. It's just... I'm not used to it. I don't really know what I'm supposed to do, and I'm not much of a hugger, and I don't think I'm the best person to do this for you."

My heart melts at his candor, guilt eating at me. I get up from my position. "I'm sorry, it was selfish of me. I didn't even think- I guess it's a little pathetic."

Shinsou sits up and hugs me. "It's not pathetic, don't think that way." His large hand strokes the back of my head.

I'm taken back by the sudden gesture. "Look at you, being all touchy-feely now."

"Shut up, you're obviously trying to make this work, I should put in an effort too." The tempo of his head pats slows. "Also, is it...strange that I kind of missed your warmth when you pulled away?"

Something flutters inside me as I smile to myself. "I think I've made you a believer."

"So, how did your presentation go?" Shinsou strokes my hair from behind.

His soft touches coupled with the warmth radiating from his chest on my back is a magic relaxation spell. My eyes are already closed in bliss. "Went great, especially since my group stayed up late the night before to practice like 500 times. I'm just glad it's over."

"You think you did well?"

"Yeah." I feel myself already drifting off from his hypnotic gesture.

His deep chuckle resounds in my ear. "If you were a cat, you'd be purring right now."

I snuggle closer into his chest. "I can't help it, I'm just so tired and you're putting me to sleep."

Shinsou has really warmed up to our twice a week cuddles. We thought it would be best to have a Friday night cuddle to wind down from the week and a Tuesday night cuddle to energize in the middle of the week. If either of us end up being busy one of those days, we said we can either postpone it a day or just wait until the next cuddle day, but nothing has every come up yet. It's settled very nicely into both of our routines.

He seems to enjoy it more than me sometimes, sending me eager texts or showing up early to our cuddle sessions. It's not uncommon for him to end up sleeping until morning as we embrace. It warms my heart knowing he's realized the benefits of cuddling.

"Can you turn around? My arm's about to fall asleep," Shinsou asks, and I lay on my other side, letting him fold that arm near his head and wrap the other around my torso.

Speaking of warmth, I never imagine I would feel a different kind of warmth when I'm near him. It's not the kind that comes just from the sharing of heat. It's the kind that sends tingles or goosebumps through you from just under the surface of your skin, makes you a different type of cozy, the feeling of sweetness without the taste.

Our relationship grew deeper than I think we both expected. Slowly, we've opened up to each other about deeper things we wouldn't have normally talked about. Late into the night, if we were both still awake, we would open up about out innermost thoughts, secrets, and demons.

Most importantly, I'd say it definitely improved my mood overall. Not only did it give me something to look forward to, but I feel happier. Even on nights where Shinsou ends up leaving for his own room, I'm left with an afterglow buzz, sleeping with a smile on my face for the rest of the night. Thinking about it during the day sends another wave of warmth through me. It's as if all my stress melts away when we're in each other's presence, basking in each other's scent and low breathing.

Though, there is something about cuddling Shinsou that makes me want more of him. I don't know if this is a side effect of the warmth, but I understand his eagerness to spend more time interlocked as we do. All I want to do is snuggle closer to him until there's no more space left. The afterglow of the cuddle sessions would easily be replaced with a cold emptiness, leading me to crave his touch during the day. I'm a starving child who's become a greedy glut for nourishment.

Shinsou's scent is stronger now that I'm facing him. I press my arms into his chest, allowing me to lean in closer to his neck, gradually morphing into a ball against him. I don't know how I survived without this before.

This week has been absolute shit. I'm so close to screaming at something, my lungs feel like they're going to burst. A mix of anger, self-loathing, loneliness, and melancholy bubble underneath the surface. I failed a test in one of my major science classes, I have a paper summary due sometime next week, and two written assignments due in two days. On top of all of that, as part of a pairs assignment in one of my classes, none of the "friends" signed up to be my partner. And these are the same "friends" continuing on to graduate school with me. As if that wasn't bad enough, I'd left my umbrella in my dorm and it poured rain today.

Trudging up the stairs of my dorm building, I open my door and slide my bag off my damp shoulders without moving inside. A familiar tickle in my eyes, heaviness in my chest, and overall loss of warmth in my body almost starts overtaking me.

I don't want to be along right now, I think desperately, closing the door and practically sprinting down the hall, up another flight of stairs, and finding another room. I don't care if it's not Tuesday or Friday, I can't be alone right now.

I slam the door open, thankful that he never bothers to lock it. But I turn the bolt closed.

Shinsou jumps up in surprise. He's sitting at his desk, textbooks and laptop open. I would feel bad for intruding at a time like this, but I'm too far into my feelings to care about things like shame or decency.

"What's wrong?" he looks up at me as I rush over.

I don't respond, grabbing his arm and harshly yanking him out of his seat only to throw him onto his bed. His eyes widen as I climb on top of him, one of my knees between his legs. We haven't used this position, but I just don't care. Once I collapse my head onto his chest, he audibly breathes out a sigh of relief and relaxes, settling one of his hands on top of my slightly dampened head and the other on my back. "What happened?"

His warmth and fresh scent that normally calms me right down makes me silently sob into his chest. I don't hold anything back from him; all my feelings ranging from my past mental health to my childhood quarrels with my parents to the existence of time being a curse for not being enough of it in a day burst from my lips messily. I probably sound a mix of drunk and deranged.

Shinsou doesn't say a word, only alternating between stroking my wet hair and patting my back gently, even as I make a mess of his shirt. "It's been a tough week, you deserve to rest before you even try to tackle it. Those people aren't your friends, you don't owe them anything and you shouldn't expect anything from them either. They don't deserve how great a person you are. You're doing great, trust me. You're hardworking, friendly, trustworthy. Anyone would know you're an absolute gem to be with."

His words evoke a shift in me. This warmth is different from the emotional bursts I've felt before. Hearing compliments from him hits differently.

And that's when it hit me. I'm not just greedy for his cuddles, I want Shinsou as a person. As my boyfriend.

My eyes snap open and I lift my head up. I meet his confused stare. "Do you...mean that?"

One of his eyebrows lift up. "Of course. You're amazing, why would I lie about that?"

I feel a slight rush of heat. "Would you... Do you see me... in some other way?"

He blinks once before a tint of pink coats his cheeks. "Well...maybe I do? I didn't want to say anything about it, but since you're asking, I won't hide it from you." The color saturates more. "I like these cuddles and everything, but...sometimes I think I want more of you. It's...we're already doing this whole thing together, it feels like we're already a couple." His arms constrict around me. "Sometimes, I want to hold you like this and call you...k-k-" He coughs, embarrassed of his next word. "Kitty."

My own face gets infinitely hotter as my stomach tumbles at his term of endearment.

"Y-You already nuzzle into me like one!" he adds defensively. "It's not weird, I swear!" I looks cute to see him all flustered like this.

I kiss his nose instinctively and he turns tomato red. "I think it's really cute," I mumble. "You can call me that if you want. I'll be your kitty."

Shinsou seems like he's in a panic, arms frozen as they constrict around me. "Wow... That sounds better than I thought it would," he mutters incredulously.

I chuckle. "You said that out loud, Hitoshi."

One of his large hands cups my jaw and I nuzzle against it. "My precious kitty." It rolls off his tongue so naturally. He presses a kiss on my forehead. "I'll keep you happy with my cuddles."

I smile against his touch. "Aren't you happy I showed you cuddling? Aren't they great?"

"They're the best, especially with you, Kitty."

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