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A long bitch of an interview with Euronymous, from Orcustus zine in early ‘92.

What is Orcustus? Orcustus was an early 90’s black metal ‘zine run by none other than Bård “Faust*” Eithun— murderous pretty-boy, and o.g Euronymous simp. I think he might have also played drums in a band called Emperor... but I’m not sure! Its full name is actually “Orcustus— The Shadow of The Golden Fire”, and no, I’m not making this up.

This particular issue here opens up with a quote from a short story called ‘The Doom That Came To Thomas Parkes*’.

Assuming the reader hasn’t read the story, Faust explains that the quote is in reference to what happened to the titular ‘Thomas Parkes’ when he tried to raise spirits. Faust then admits that he’s unsure of his own ability to ‘raise spirits’, but says he hopes that he’ll raise some fists in agreement that there’s something wrong with the underground scene. Ironically (you’ll see why this is ironic very soon), he doesn’t like that certain bands, namely Entombed, are selling so many copies of their LPs.

After a brief diatribe on just that, he goes on to explain that he was in a rush to get this mag out because of problems with the printer. Then, he tells anyone who doesn’t like the fact that this ‘zine only features black metal that they can fuck off, with three exclamation points.

Finally, we get to the end of the opening page, where Faust pulls what can only be called an early form of the Twitter exposed thread. It reads as follows, with absolutely no changes to the text:

“I would suggest you to not do any business with that sucker Evil Ludo from France. He have riped me and several others off, by not return what we ordered. I suppose he’s a medical sensation, as I didn’t know it was physical or psychical possible to live without a brain”

Why am I telling you all of this, when this is only meant to be a transcript of an interview with Euronymous, you may be asking? Because I find it funny, that’s why.

Anyhow, the Euronymous here acts and feels very differently from the Euronymous of the last interview I posted. However, I hope you’ll still enjoy it, and I hope you’re able to appreciate the tiny glimpses of humanity talking to a close friend allowed him, even though they both behave like complete asses. Even though it’s hard to sympathize with him at points.

Like last time, any (sparse) commentary will be between (parenthesis) and in bold. Without further ado, let’s get into it.

F: Well, how in hell shall one be able to come up with an intro worthy enough for this band? The words I wanna describe Mayhem’s music with, is not yet created, and it won’t be created either, because no one has really experienced the real darkness and pure brutality with lays behind Mayhem’s hellish sound, but I suppose you all are familiar with this band anyway. Well, in the first place, I hadn’t really thought to enclose this band in this issue, because if we look away from rereleases of old demos (“Pure Fucking Armageddon”) and live tapes, it’s a pretty long time since their last release (in ‘87 that was). I thought I rather should interview them when they released their forthcoming album “Dee Mysteriis Dom Sathanas”, but due to the circumstances, I realised the time was right for an interview now. I won’t bother you with any history shit, but I could tell a bit about what has happened last year. You all know that their vocalist Dead comited suicude in April ‘91, that was a bigg loss for the underground, and I suppose I don’t need to say that this mag is dedicated to the memory of that infernal man. Anyway, Dead was replaced by Cultòcùlus (back then called Occultus), but due to different problems within the band, he left the band in January ‘92, but let’s not say more about that, as Euronymous didn’t want me to say anything about it at all (but Euronymous, you must admit that it has sounded pretty artificial if I hadn’t mentioned it at all). So now, the band consists of Hellhammer (drums) and Euronymous (guitar (and probably bass too)). I know the singer of Tormentor (rip) from Hungary (Esihar Attila) is interested in singing on the album, and also even moving to Norway, so it seems like Mayhem got some sort of predilection to foreign vocalists, but this Hungarian guy happend to be a good one as well, so never mind that. But I don’t think this is official, so don’t tell anyone you read it here, ok? Well then, it’s an honour for me to dedicate the next following pages to one of today’s most legendary and infamous bands......... THE TRUE MAYHEM!!!!!!!

F: First of all Euronymous, I know you and Dead live/lived totally for the old black metal attitude. Is your hate now total to young and trendy bands after Dead’s suicide?

Euro: YES, we have declared WAR. Dead died because the trend people have destroyed everything from the old black metal/death metal scene, today “death” metal is something normal, accepted and FUNNY (argh) and we HATE it. It used to be spikes, nites, chains, leather and black clothes, and this was the only thing Dead lived for as he hated this world and everything which lives on it. If we had the economic possibility to do it, we should meet up at concerts and beat up ALL trend people ALL the time untill they would be too scared to go to concerts at all, now we need to suck their money instead. It’s impossible to stop the trend no matter how much we want, we have to do the best out of it and sell lots of trend shit to them. (I don’t need to tell you that that’s totally not why Dead killed himself, right?)

F: In the spring of ‘91 you started up a shop in Oslo which sells all sorts of music within metal. Is there anything you can tell us about the shop (ideas? plans?)?

Euro: Well, the original idea was to make a specialist shop for metal in general, but that’s a long time ago. Normal metal isn’t very popular anymore, all the children are listening to “death” metal now, I’d rather be selling Judas Priest than Napalm Death, but at least now we can be specialized within “death” metal and make a shop where all the trend people know that they will find all the trend music, this will help us earning money so that we can order more EVIL records to the evil people. But no matter how shitty music we have to sell, we’ll make a BLACK METAL look on the shop, we’ve had a couple of “actions” in churches lately, and the shop is going to look like a black church in the future. We’ve also thought about having total darkness inside, so that would would have to carry torches to be able to see the records.

F: Well, how is the situation all in all in the Mayhem camp right now?

Euro: Difficult as usual, but we’re closer than ever to record the Mayhem lp. Almost all the material is completed, then I and Hellhammer will record the whole thing with 3 guitars, 2 basses and so on. It will be very massive. Who’s to sing on the lp is not yet decided, we’ll wait and see what happens. We have several people who can do the job very well.

F: As Metalion of Slayer mag* said: “it seems like you at certain times lives on the edge of starvation”. Have you ever been on the thought to just give up the whole band and become a normal 9 to 5 person, or is this a completely stupid question to ask?

Euro: It has been very hard at times, but I am not a normal person anyway so it would just not be possible to do that. I’ve been thinking a lot lately about why things are as they are (this answer will be long) (that’s okay for me/Ed). The reason why we don’t have any money, is because of hardcore. We have for too long been following the “underground” rules, which say that you must hate money, you must not think you are anything, you must be open-minded, you might have a lot of attitudes and so on. Extremely stupid. But the situation has been that if you don’t follow these rules which are made by hardcore pigs, you are not accepted as a death metal or black metal band! Then you MUST be signed by some big label to be able to make some money, and we’ve never wanted to do that. Then you would anyway be labelled as “commercial” by the HC pigs. This has caused that after 8 years, we are still as broke as ever, while the HC pigs themselves are controlling all labels, and they sign only the bands which fit into their own idiotic world, that means “death” metal bands with society lyrics and jogging suits, and this is what the people see when they grow up. They don’t see any EVIL bands with spikes, as we did. Well, I’m tired about being broke, just to be “underground”. I’m tired of not having money to eat for just because tons of people will call you a “rip-off” if you don’t write 20 letters each day. It’s time to say fuck off to the whole system, which is built to strangle the evil bands in the birth. We must start taking inspirations from the ancient ones, from Venom and their likes. They did their thing BIG, and they never had to think about any idiotic underground rules. They did it big and so must we, but it must never become a trend, it must become a CULT. This is why we have started on a brand new policy with the band and the record label. It’s about time that someone makes a label for black metal and other grim music, and STRIKE BACK. There is NO reason why DSP shouldn’t be as big as Peaceville or Nuclear Blast, if we can just get the business on its feet again and get good distribution. That’s the only way to compete with the HC labels. It’s about time we start taking control over our own scene. We must spread the EVIL bands and pervert people’s souls.

F: What about the Norwegian scene then? Don’t you think that something is terribly wrong when it have gone so far that we have a christian “death metal” band here (Crush Evil)? Advices on how we should kill them?

Euro: First of all— the Norwegian scene is the BEST. There are a lot of GREAT bands (yet with no album out) and of course some shitty trend bands, but nothing as in Sweden. There you have 2-3 good bands out of 100, while here we have a few shit bands who hardly have made even a demo, while all the great bands will make records in the near future. Such as Darkthrone, Burzum, Immortal, Thorns (I’m flattered/ED*), Arcturus, Enslaved and newer bands like Malfeitor and others which I have not yet heard. BUT— when it comes to bands like Crush Evil, we must take serious action. It’s bad enough to have a couple of society bands, but a CHRISTIAN band is too much. But don’t worry, we have plans. They will not continue for a very long time.

F: And now over to something more humouristic....yes.... snuff movies. Who had been the perfect actor for a snuff movie, and why the hell aren’t they legalized? Don’t you think that every video-store should have its own section with snuff-movies?

Euro: Actually I think it’s great that movies like that are forbidden. If they were legal and easily accessible, all the small trend children would be watching them, and then it would not be something extreme anymore (I’m not sure if I agree with you here Euronymous. Snuff movies are usually too raw and brutal for the people with their “peace and life” infected minds. Remember the HC rules/ED) (shut the fuck up, Faust*) It’s just the same what happened to death metal— it became something everyone could buy in every store, something normal and accessible for everyone. All the mystic and evil atmosphere is GONE. I do not think snuff-movies are funny, I think they are DARK. I’ve seen people laugh at them, but that’s probably because they will not be mentally able to take the PAIN and EVIL on over themselves. That is the best way to watch such a movie, to try to FEEL the actual pain of the victims. It becomes much more gruesome then, and that’s great. One must be alone in the darkness and suffer with the victims, if you watch it with other people, they will often talk, laugh and so on, and then you get more distanced from it, it’s not supposed to be funny (death to fun), it’s much better when it’s depressive.

F: Through the years you have been talking about releasing bands like Samael, Rotting Christ, Master’s Hammer, Tormentor, Matricide, Imperator, Massacre etc. on Deathlike Silence Prod., but now some of these bands have released lp’s on labels which only have money in their eyes and know that black metal sells. Doesn’t that frustrate you, and don’t you feel it like the time is running out for you?

Euro: It’s a bit frustrating, but it is also a result of trying to be “underground” which is a suicide policy. Anyway, the main thing is that these evil records get released at all, and not who’s releasing them. We will probably release a record with Tormentor, they’re split up, but they still want to make their Anno Domini demo on vinyl, and we’ll try to fix it within the summer. The time is not running out, because there are a lot of really evil bands around. — most of the Norwegian bands which other labels haven’t heard about. Burzum is ten times better than all the bands on Earache together, and so are Thorns and Arcturus. So there is no problem, really. As for bands like Rotting Christ and Master’s Hammer, we might do something in the future instead. I’ve never been talking with Samael about any deal, but I wish I had as their album is FUCKING GREAT.

F: Almost all bands in the underground today says that they think they got their own style and originality, but the fact is that 95% of the bands sounds totally the same. What is an original death metal band today?

Euro: There exists no death metal bands today. There are only a handful of (mostly great) bands (in case someone hadn’t got it right— black metal has nothing to do with the music itself, both Blasphemy and Mercyful Fate are black metal. It’s the LYRICS, and they must be SATANIC. If not, it is NOT black metal) and what we choose to call LIFE METAL bands. Take a band like Therion. Their music is quite ok, it’s actually one of the best Swedish bands (even though that doesn’t say much) but their lyrics STINK. They are about society and pollution, what the fuck has that got to do with DEATH? If a band cultivates and worships death, then it’s death metal, no matter what KIND of metal it is. If a band cultivates and worships Satan, it’s black metal. And by saying “cultivates death”, I don’t think about thinking it’s funny, or being into gore, I’m thinking about being able to KILL just because they HATE LIFE. it’s people who enjoy to see wars because a lot of people get killed. How many bands think that way? Not many. I can’t think of one.

F: You’re maybe not the most active band when it comes to gigs, but at least you’ve managed to tour Germany and Turkey. What can you tell us from the tour, and is there any new gigs planed?

Euro: That tour was a big mess, we’ll NEVER take the train again! We lost quite some money, but still it was great to get to East-Germany and Turkey. The memories of the tour consist mostly of the starvation and idiotic custom officers, but still I wouldn’t like to have missed the opportunity. We don’t have any concrete plans, we’ll see happens in the future. We don’t like to play for a lot of trendies in jogging suits, so we prefer to leave it be.

F: What do you think of the fact that death metal has been on MTV?

Euro: It sucks. But it isn’t death metal anyway, so....

F: I know that you will soon release the debut album of Abruptum on DSP, so, what can you tell us about it?

Euro: It’s EVIL. It’s PURE EVIL, they were torturing each other in studio DURING the recording and you can HEAR on the music how they SUFFER. It will be the most demented record EVER, and it’s NOT for normal people. This is music which NEVER can become trendy, because normal people won’t be able to understand it. And that’s great. The price for the album it’ll be the same as for the BURZUM lp, which should be somewhere else in this ‘zine*. It’s called “Obscuriratem Advoco Amplèctere Me”, and stay away from it if you don’t like pure DARKNESS.

F: Don’t you think that people in the underground should respect others ideas and views more? I mean, it’s not accepted to spread unpopular thoughts. It seems like there is some sort of guardians of morality and most people keep in mind not to say or do anything which is not accepted by the public.

Euro: I don’t think people should respect each other. I don’t want to see trend people respecting me, I want them to HATE and FEAR. If people don’t accept our ideas as their own, they can fuck off because then they belong to a musical scene which has NOTHING to do with ours. They could just as well be Madonna fans. There is an ABYSS between us and the rest. Remember— one of the HC rules is that you must be open-minded (except for themselves), so we must be careful and avoid being open-minded ourselves. The HC pigs have correctly made themselves guardians of morality, but we must kick them in the face and become guardians of anti-morality.

F: You say you want your riffs to have a dark mood and really sound evil, but what if you came up with a riff which just sounded good, but not evil. Would you use it then?

Euro: Well, if a riff sounds good to me, it mostly means that it sounds evil too. At least when I make the music myself. Haven’t really thought about this about this before.

F: Do you think you’ve been playing this sort of music today if it weren’t for those old bands like Mercyful Fate, Venom and Hellhammer?

Euro: It’s impossible to say. Venom and the other ancient ones have been fundamental influences on Mayhem, and also the direct reason of the band’s existence. We like to think that if they hadn’t started up this, we would have, but who knows? Doesn’t really matter anyway, we hail ancient Venom as the CREATORS.

F: Ok, no more questions at the moment. End the interview in what way you want......

Euro: Perhaps it should be mentioned that well re-release the MAYHEM mini-lp “Deathcrush” VERY soon. We also have t-shirts available now. People should write for prices on things. Be EVIL, not open-minded.

Ok, I suppose some of you already know that Euronymous started up a shop in Oslo in the spring of ‘91. The shop is called “HELVETE” (which is Norwegian and means “HELL”) and are specialized within underground stuff and death metal in general (though he also have some other styles of music there). As he said in the MAYHEM interview, the shop really have a black metal look, so if you ever visit Oslo, I really recommend you to visit “HELVETE” as well. I think it’s good that people take the initiative to start up with such things, because if everyone were just passive, we would all get ruined by poser-shops like Hot Records where they take 140 NKR for the Earache albums (which you in “HELVETE” can get a CD for the same price). Euronymous also sells though mail, so write and ask for a list or something: HELVETE, Schweigaardsgt. 56, 0656 Oslo. NORWAY.”

That’s all! :)

And now for the things I put in asterisks, in order of their appearances.

*If for some reason you actually don’t know who Faust is, he was the drummer on the Emperor LP and “In The Nightside Eclipse” but you might also know him from other great hits such as “threatening to kill Mortiis from prison whilst simultaneously attempting to plead murder of the secondth degree”, “I’m glad the people Euronymous ripped off won’t get their money back because he’s dead hA hA!”, “I got fourteen years for murder because I’m a socially inept virgin— oops” and “bad... bad lyrics who’s quality somehow don’t improve with the passing of time”. All jokes are done in good humour— if it seems like I dislike him, it’s not that at all. I just find him easy to make fun of.

Here is another short bio, this one less sarcastic: he was born in Trondheim, lived around Kvikne, and Lillehammer, worked at Helvete, was a close friend of Euro’s, and has his sun in Taurus.

He also beefed with Glen Benton for dissing the Party City cape (Note: of course I’m being extremely reductive) he and Euronymous seemed to share. Here are a few pictures of Faust:

Here is the infamous Party City cape:

*This was surprisingly hard to find. I think he read it in a mag or something. Here’s a link to where you can find it: https://issuu.com/davidgamble/docs/paranormal37/3 page 64-65.

*Slayer mag was another zine, this one by a bloke named Metalion, who was Euro’s best friend.

*Faust (who felt the strange need to make a distinction between himself, the editor, and himself, the interviewer) also played in Thorns (well, Stigma Diabolicum), under the hilarious moniker: Fetophagia✨

*He’s being a fucking idiot, what was I supposed to say? It should be noted that Faust actually went down for the snuff films too.....

*In case you’re interested, for whatever reason, the prices for the Burzum LP were as follows:

Norge— 130 NKR

Norden— 100 K

Finland— 60 FN

Island— 1000 IK

Europe— 15$

Outside Europe,

Overseas— 15 $

Air— 22$

East Europe— 10$

By ‘norden’ he presumably meant ‘northern Norway’, and “Island” is the Norwegian word for Iceland. Notice the way he doesn’t include Sweden! (Edit: Originally I thought he didn’t include Finland because there was a black metal war with them as well, but it seems as though that feud came a bit later or had already passed)

That’s all, for real this time!

Legal disclaimer: I am absolutely, in no way shape or form, claiming that the stupid cape you see them wearing is literally from Party City. From my limited research, I’ve gathered that the Party City chain hasn’t yet opened its doors in the beautiful and glorious country we know as Norway— Norge. However, I am saying that the cheap, dinky piece of cloth covering their backs and shoulders are of the same kind of shitty quality you’d expect from a Party City Count Dracula costume and that maybe Glen had a point about how stupid Euronymous (and Faust) must’ve looked.......

#black metal #euronymous #mayhem #emperor #euronymous interview #interview #Faust #Orcustus zine #true norwegian black metal #my transcript #Bard Faust #look at these fucking dorks

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starlight-ascension · 3 years

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My Friend Watches Suite: Part 3

this actually happened weeks ago but i keep forgetting i haven’t already posted these. will be somewhat half-assed since i scrolled for AGES to get the reactions and it’s rather laggy as a result.

she keeps calling Bassdrum “Buttbeard”. Sounds like the world’s worst pirate.

she sent XD emojis at the villains watching a recording of the girls’ henshin sequence and the reason i am bringing this up is that this is more evidence that anyone who thinks magical girl transformations are actually instantaneous is an idiot and i am putting this out there.

“Okay, HECK YOU Buttbeard, you actually made me smile when you blew a bubble 'cause I love bubbles but then it had to be to trap Hummy, you used BUBBLES for evil, if anything's unforgiveable it's THAT >:-( >:-( >:-(”

'You TRAP Hummy? You trap her body like the bug? Oh! Oh! Jail for Bassdrum! Jail for Bassdrum for One Thousand Years!'

She FREAKED OUT and capslocked when Siren disguised as Hummy, with things like “PLEASE RECOGNIZE THE SILVER CHARM AROUND HER NECK, I THINK HIBIKI CAUGHT ONTO THAT LAST TIME” and “THAT EXPRESSION DOES N O T LOOK RIGHT ON HUMMY'S FACE”

“Yo imagine if somecreature walked into the gym right now and saw these three Gandalfs with colored hair harmonizing and this weird skeleton-closet thing and this cat speaking and monologuing at another cat trapped in a floating bubble XD XD XD XD XD”

Every time Muse does the rainbow keyboard she keysmashes. I get it.

"You're awesome, Mephisto!" “Greater lies have never been spoken.”

and i’ve got 66 unreads and no patience so i’m just going to skip to the episode with Beat’s first transformation and

[initiate direct copy-paste]

And it looks like we're getting right to it, no replaying the final scenes from last episode or anything

So they're getting a stage ready for her instead of doing this right now. Cool. That buys some time for the good guys

HE CAN JUST?????? MAKE MINIONS????? FROM THE HAIRS OF HIS BEARD???????? KLFDHSGKJSHAGKJSHFGKJLFHLXDXDXDXDXDXD JKWEOSOHHHHHHHHHHHHHH DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNGGGGG

GIANT DEMONIC MUSHROOMS

A) Yeah, the old dude I keep forgetting the name of is definitely from the world Hummy's from B) What the heck is Mephisto doing with his hand sjdglksfg

I'm skipping the intro.

"I believe in Siren, so everything will be fine!" ...Hummy, even I think that's going a bit too far

"I understand. Please tell Siren your feelings." ...wELP, okay then klsdjglkds

Do I see Hibiki and Kanade both blushing a little there? Oh yeah, these girls definitely gay kdlsjgslkg

"She did something that horrible, and yet we still must believe in her?" Yes.

"If one of you turn to evil, will you stop believing in each other?" *CLAPS*

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3

"I wonder what Hummy's doing right now." Eating cupcakes and thinking of happy times with you to keep her hopes up?

"She's probably so depressed!" ......She's actually not.

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

"You actually love her, Siren!" "Nope. No use in trying to convince me. Sorry to disappoint all of you, but I hate Hummy. I don't have any feelings for her." *sings* Who'd you think you're kidding? She's the earth and heaven to ya! Try to keep it hidden - Hoooney we can see right through ya!

hmm. Buttbeard and Mephisto still up on some junk. Also, those hate-brainwashy things, I'm seeing some in Mephisto's ears too? djkfowmoh dang

The old dude just said "It's off" and had no other reaction to this??????HUMMY?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?! D~= D~= D~= D~= D~= D~= D~=

JFDBNDFSLIGUNFGIUFASNGIULAFSNGLFASUILGBFUISLGABRLOGARINLGBSDGOISDABGLNGBAFILGNEAHTEA

FRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIICK

*sings, looking shell-shocked* dO-do-do-do-do... CommerciAL breAk...

*SCREAMS*

HERGJHSFGSFJDKL HUMMY WAS TOTALLY UNAFFECTED BY THOSE THINGS KLSDHFSDKLADKL?????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

FJSKGLSDHGIUASR XD XD XD XD XD I THOUGHT FOR A SECOND THAT SHE WAS JUST THAT STRONG BUT TURNS OUT SHE WAS JUST ASLEEP WHILE THE SOUND OF THOSE THINGS WAS PLAYING IN HER EARS XD XD XD XD XD

"I'm not stopping you." ?????

"I'm your friend, so I'm not going to get in your way." jfdiogjsfoiglJFKLOfjlksopqHSDJKGH????!!!!!! HUH?!?!?! WHAT WAS THAT--IS HUMMY BREAKING THROUGH TO HER??????

"I'm about to sing the Melody of Sorrow. The world will fall into sadness. Is that fine with you?" "Yes!" JKSDLKGJWljisow?????!!!!!!!!!!

"Even if this world falls into sadness, everything will be fine!"

JKFSGORSLHGUIOE ='~O ='~O ='~O ='~O ='~O ='~O !!!!!!!!!! <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

"Because when that happens, you'll be crying with me."

JFIGHSFNLUGHSJGHSFLIGBFIGBSAUBIIHRAIUSHGDFSGBLIUSFAHGBIURSOTWYWONRIUBEFL

H-- HUMMY???

TOT TOT TOT TOT TOT <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

HUMMY'S SINGING NOW OKAY FJKBNSFOR

(*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (TOT) (TOT) (TOT) (TOT)T (TOT) (TOT) <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3(TOT) (TOT) (TOT) (TOT) (TOT) (TOT) (TOT) (TOT) (TOT) (TOT) (TOT) (TOT) (TOT) (TOT) (TOT) (TOT) (TOT) (TOT) <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

IT WORKED IT WORKED I THINK IT WORKED KLSDJGKSDHGLJKSDHGIURWHGUILSBHO

"Believe in them. A miracle will definitely occur." ldfjsighsauihuibsdufggbaiurshfuwi4agbJNKSDGNWIR

(;O;) (;O;) (;O;) (;O;) (;O;) (;O;) (;O;) (;O;) (;O;) (;O;) (;O;) (;O;) (;O;) (;O;) (;O;) (;O;) !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (TOT) (TOT) (TOT) (TOT) (TOT) (TOT) (TOT) (TOT) <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Oh frick

OH FRICK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

HUMMY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

DHSGJSDHBGLJKFSBNGLUSFHGLESIURGSFGHRSDIUHGESROIHGERHSFIOHGSFAPIGHARSIPGHSRDFJPISFHGSAFIPHASFIPGJSFAIGARHASFIGHSFAPIGJRSAGJDFIKGSAFOIGSAIGJSARIGJRAJSFIKGHSFPIGJARSGPIWRASJGSFAGHSAFOIGBRSAPUGWNRAGUWRAHGPIWRSHFPUSDANGPISAGRASHFIPSADHGSDPIAHGSADFWHASDIOGHBSADPIGFSHDANHPIGSDAHGWASDFHSDAIGHSDAPUGIDSHFSDAHGSDIGHSPDUIAFHNESAGRHSAIGPSDHAFPISAJGWAHGSIRAHWHJDSKFHADJKFGSDHKJFGDSBAJIFGBSDUILBUDBSH

OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD

KDSLJGODSHG OH GOOD THE THINGS CAME OUT OF HER EARS LKSHGLDSKGIR

HUMMY'S OKAY BUT ALSO FRICK FRICK FRICK FRICK GIANT MONSTER MADE OF ALL THE NOTES OH GOD

DJSLKGSADHGLJKSDAHG

TRANSFORMATION TIME!!!!!!!!!!

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YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH KICK THOSE ARROWS YEAH!!! WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

FRICK

MUSE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

OH NO OH NO OH NO IH NO OH NO

SAVE HUMMY SIREN

FRICK FRICK FRICK FRICK

"Stop it!!!!!!!! Stop making Hummy sad!!!!!!" DFJGIULESRHBNHGLIUSDBGLJDSABGHGRISUAGJIOR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

GASP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! =~O =~O =~O =~O =~O =~O =~O =~O =~O =~O =~O =~O =~O =~O =~O =~O =~O =~O !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

HSDJKFGSDALKJFHSDAIUFADSBGIUFBSDAIUFABDSIGUAESBFULAEISBFWIUAESLHGAWLIUEGWDHIUSGLSHDAIULGSBDALIUFBSDAUVIGASBIUFSAHBHFLUIWDSAHGILUSDABGSDIUABSDAIUBSADIUGHSDNAIUFSDAHIGUASBGIUARSBIUSABWASIUGHASGRHGIAS

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE SIREN'S A NEW CURE SIREN'S A NEW CURE SIREN'S A NEW CURE AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAJFDSOKGLSHDLJKGFSHGJKLSDHGLASBGSAGOARULBGRALIBGARSIHGNARSIULGJWARSG I KNEW THIS WAS GONNA HAPPEN IT SOME POINT BUT STILL AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASDFGHJKLQWERTYUIOPZXCVBNMEFVBSIUBGURBGSRAIULGBSRLIUGBSDIUGSHNRDKGUBSDREIF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

NJXNVCPFFFT she dropped Hummy sdjhvsdlkjikeXD

jklJFLKDSOH! CURE MUSE GONNA CONVINCE HER TO STAY AND FIGHT???

DKJGLKFSJGHOISF

"I don't care what happens to Hummy..." Uhhh, literally everything that just happened says otherwise.

Muse speaks the truth

HECK YEAAAHHHH GO MELODY AND RHYTHM JKSDHGJKDSHGADU

"The Precure don't run from their feelings, no matter how hard it gets." YEAH. SLKDHJGLKSDGOFDHGFJDSFGRDFJTSGFDHHFDJ

WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

HECK YEAAAAAHHHH WE GOT ALLLLLLLLLL OF THOS ENOTES NOW WOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Awwww, is Mephisto gonna throw a tantrum? >:-)

"But I have the legendary score right here!" Oh, they'll get that back sooner or later.

"I'll defeat you later and take back those notes!" HA! Just you TRY

Where you gonna go now Siren?

*dances in my seat to the end theme*

NEXT EPISODE

Ha. Alexa play 22 by Taylor Swift. klsfjlgkfs

Okay, Hibiki's probably right in saying it won't be that easy, Siren still needs a bit of time to come to terms with this and all before she fully becomes their ally, but as to Kanade's "This may all be part of her plans again"....excuse me, I HIGHLY doubt turning into Precure is something that can be faked. Like, at all, remotely, EVER. And as good of an actress as Siren is, I don't think she could've faked that breakdown she had right before it either.

Wow, even Aphrodite doesn't know how that happened...

*doesn't skip the opening theme, but doesn't jump up and dance either*

*does tap my foot and hand though*

Oh hey, the kids found her

Oh dang, it's like Setsuna in that one episode, with that kid whose dog she turned into a monster I think--Oh friiiiiiiiiiiick

Wait, she's not an animagus anymore? =~O

And she can't shapeshift into other people anymore either klsdjglksdhgsljdghjriso =~O

Ohhhh is that necklace what let her do that????

Holy FRICK

I don't know what that title was, but I'm gonna call it Siren's Big Identity Crisis

"Appear before me, Siren!" Ha. You can't control her anymore, turdface.

I'm seeing those things in Mephisto's ears again... klsdhglksdg

Bassdrum: "We're letting Siren go, right?" Mephisto: "No! She's the only one who can sing the Melody of Sorrow!" Ohhhhhhh :-o :-o :-o :-o

"I have a good plan." I doubt it.

"My head doesn't hurt anymore..." hfisugfsdyygbafsyludhbaufukshdahnuisdhgai

;o;;o;;o;;o;;o;

"What a pretty sound. I thought I hated it, but why?" She was brainwashed into villainy from the start, wasn't she? And this was part of it...

"You don't need to have rights to enjoy music." Yeah! :-) :-) :-)

"No, I used music to do bad things!" ...And you feel bad about that now and aren't going to do it again, right? So it's fine.

;o; ;o; ;o; ;o; ToT ToT ToT ToT <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

....Cure name foreshadowing?

XD XD XD XD FACE TACKLE<3 <3 <3 <3 <3

ToT ToT ToT ToT ToT <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

TOT TOT TOT TOT <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

*sings like Gumball and Darwin through my tears* Do do do do do...! Commercial break...! *grabs a tissue and blows my nose*

Ayyyyy, Siren joining in the singing! 😄😄😄💗💗💗

oh? Note!

Does Hummy know how to be mad?

Doesn't seem so. XD

Oop, there they are

"Don't call me by that name anymore." Oh. I did wonder if she was gonna get a new name. I wonder what it'll be.

Oh! Ellen! She used that in one of her disguises, right?

Oh, get outta here Gandalfs. >:-(

Oh HECK, on top of everything else Bassdrum has to have complete disrespect for the environment too??? He can go step on a lego right now please.

TRANSFORMATION TIME!

Also it occurs to me now that they've said "Unforgiveable!" to all these villain attacks including all the ones Siren's been at the head of, and Ellen's like...seriously taken that to heart thinking she can never be forgiven for them........T-T ToT ToT ToT T^T <3 <3 </3 <3 </3 <3

(*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*)

FRICK

"If you want us to free her, then come with us to Minor Land and sing the Melody of Sorrow!" ...Or, she could just come over there and kick you in the groin and take Hummy back herself.

You didn't think thsi through at all, did you

Oh hey there Muse!

KICK HIM JUST KICK HIM

"No, I won't sing it." HECK YES

"It's because I don't want to make her sad! If I sing the Melody, then Hummy will drown in sorrow. I want her to sing happily, always." LET'S GOOOOO *APPLAUDS*

HECK YEAH!!!!!!!!!!

TRANSFORMATION TIME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

And her henshin item was inside her alll along :-) :-) :-)

HECK YEAH, TRANSFORMATION TIME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

HECK YEAH, EAT THAT, MEPHISTO

HECK YEAH, SHE HIT HIM AND GOT HUMMY

HECK YEAAAAAAAH GO BEAT GO

WOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!1 YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

OHHHHHH YEEEEEEEEEESSSS PURIFICATION ATTACK TIME AIEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!

HECK YEAH ROCKIN' GUITAR!!!!!!!!!!!!

WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1

*grooves in my seat to the end theme somewhat*

So it looks like this is continuing still into the next episode. Which I will be watching now too. hjdsfgjsfkhsd

*dances in my seat to the opening theme*

New base?

Why are they hiding from this kid's dad... this looks like the start of something cute and wholesome dksjhg

"Ellen is confused right now. It's hard turning into a Precure all of a sudden." Yeah. Especially right after having been on the villain's side for some time.

<3 <3 <3 <3

Well, they showed up with cupcakes at just the right time

Yeah, why take the dad's work stuff

Okay then

Sooooo did he take his dad's work and run away because the dad was busy with work not paying attention to his kid or something?

OH..... ;O; well dang... ;o; ;o; ;o; <3 <3 <3

"When I was little, I got separated from my other too." Oh yeah! Hibiki really is the best person to talk to him about this then, she's had to deal with the same thing--Ellen????

Not the time, Ellen, not the time--D-:<

Freakin' heck, Ellen needs the same talk from these two that this kid does...

"The connection we have may disappear in an instant. So it's better not to have bonded in the first place." WRONG. If you just avoid any experiences that'll make you happy just so you won't have to deal with any pain that can also come of them, where does that leave you? Just not feeling anything for all your life? That would SUCK, dude.

ToT ToT ToT

oh hey Hummy

the faceless background characters be a little creepy if you focus on them too much

Oh? Stuffed cat?

"Why does Papa have this?" Maybe he was planning to give it to you.

OHHHH DID HE HANDMAKE IT TOO <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 !!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Heck yeah, you tell her!

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 !!!!!!!!!!!'

*sings like Gumball and Darwin* Do do do do do! Commercial break!

TvT TvT TvT TvT TvT <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 !!!!!!!!

uh oh

DON'T YOU DARE NEGATONE THAT SWEET LITTLE STUFFED CAT

OH HECK YOU

TOT TOT TOT <3 <3 <3

TRANSFORMATION TIME

(*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*)

WOOP WOOOOOP!!!!!!!!!!!!

YEAH GO RHYTHM

GO MELODY

POOP

WOOOOOOOOO<3 <3 <3 <3 <3

She didn't realize exactly the harm she was doing until now huh.... ;-;

"I don't have the right to be a Precure." Yes you do! For heck's sake, just 'cause you did things that were wrong doesn't mean you can't recognize that and make up for them now, dummy! skfjdgls

"Siren. Forget about the Precure or what you have done. Siren. What do you want to do now?" *CLAPS*

"You gotta let go of that stuff from the past 'cause it just doesn't matter. The only thing that matters... is what you choose to be now." - Po, Kung Fu Panda 2

HECK YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

LET'S FREAKING GOOOOOOOOOOO

TRANSFORMATION TIME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

HA HAAAA I REMEMBER THAT MOMENT OF HER MAKING A GUITAR CHORD WITH HER HAIR HA HA HAAAA XD XD XD !!!!!!!!!

WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!

YEAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

HOLY POOP I DIDN'T KNOW THOSE THREE COULD DO THAT KLSDGLKS

HECK YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!

WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

YEAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! PURIFYING TIME

WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!

YEAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Bye bye Mamoru's dad! <3

Oh hey Otokichi. Which is your name they're saying now which I'm trying to get properly stuck in my memory.

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

Wise words from this guy. One of the best arguments I've seen against that stupid "Every one of us is all alone" sentiment.

Oooooooh backstory reveal??????

hjklshdgdslkjfhdgslaru ;o; ;o; ;o; ;o; ToT ToT ToT ToT ToT ToT ToT <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

TOT TOT TOT TOT TOT TOT TOT TOT TOT <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

*dances in my seat to the end theme while crying rainbows*

I think that's a good place to end for the day

*collapses backward across the couch* Woooooooooo!!!!!!! 😂😂😂😂💗💗💗💗💗💗💖💖💖💖💕💕💕💕💕💕��😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂💖💖💕💕💗💗💗😊😊😊😊😊💕💗💖💖💖

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bishakal · 3 years

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Writing Prompts Fluff

1. “Hey–what’re you hiding behind your back?”

2. “Your smile doesn’t just light up a room–it lights up the world.”

3. “All I care about is you.”

4. “God, your eyes are so gorgeous.”

5. “Why are you embarrassed? You’re beautiful, don’t you see that?”

6. “I told you not to trust me in the kitchen! Now it’s going to reek of pasta sauce forever.”

7. “Let’s just stay here–I don’t ever want to move.”

8. “Don’t you dare give me those sex eyes right now! This is a serious situation, here!”

9. “Can you please go sit in another room or something? I can’t concentrate with you around.”

10. “Let me in, please.”

11. “I had a nightmare . . . can I stay with you tonight?”

12. “God, I’m so glad you’re alright.”

13. “Please help–there’s a spider on the wall outside my room and it won’t let me leave.”

14. “Dude–why the hell are you in my room?”

15. “Were you watching me sleep? . . . That’s kinda creepy. But, you’re cute, so I’ll forgive you.”

16. “Ohmygod, I’m in love with an adult man-child.”

17. “I get that you’re taller than me, but does that really require you to steal all the blankets? I’m cold.”

18. “I wanna cuddle but if I touch you I might not be able to stop.”

19. “How did someone like me be lucky enough to end up with someone like you?”

20. “Hey–my eyes are up here, you perv. No, I don’t care that we’re dating–it’s still rude.”

21. “Whoever loses this match has to do the dishes.”

22. “Ugh, do you ever even try cleaning up after yourself? You’re such a slob!”

23. “Why do you always smell so good?”

24. “Uh–why am I wearing your shirt? I think it looks good on me?”

25. “Call me as soon as you get home, okay?”

26. “Hold my hand.”

27. “C’mon–I don’t bite. Not unless you want me to, that is.”

28. “Why are you staring at me like that? It’s just a swimsuit, geez.”

29. “Uh . . . how long were you standing there?”

30. “Don’t judge me–you’re the one who sings Disney songs in the shower!”

31. “You make some really cute noises in your sleep, did you know that?”

32. “I heard you say my name in your sleep.”

33. “Here, lay down. I’ll stay until you feel safe enough for me to go.”

34. “Dude–did you really just throw salt at me? I’m not possessed!”

35. “You’re too good for me.”

36. “Hey–it’s okay. I’m here; I’m safe. And fine–see? Everything’s alright now.”

37. “Ow! What did I do this time?!”

38. “You may be a jerk, but you’re my jerk.”

39. “Stop wandering off! I keep thinking you’ve gotten abducted or something. I swear I’ll put you on a kiddie leash. Don’t tempt me.”

40. “It’s 4am . . . why the hell are you in the closet with a butcher knife? … Right. Well, no more scary movie marathons for you.”

41. “I love you and all, but you’re really stretching your luck right now.”

42. “Aw, c’mon! It’ll be fun; I promise!”

43. “Are you seriously still listening to this song? I was gone for four hours!”

44. “Ohmygod, stop! You’re going to make me pee myself!”

45. “I’m sorry I annoy you . . . but at least I’m cute, right?”

46. “Why are you mad at me? You’re the one who almost stabbed me! I don’t care that I snuck up on you; I almost died!”

47. “That’s it–no more Netflix for you.”

48. “But it’s so cute! … So what if I’m allergic–what does that have to do with anything?”

49. “I will murder you… . Softly. With lots of kisses.”

50. “Ack! Dude–your feet are freezing, keep them away from me!”

51. “I’ll never let anyone hurt you, you understand?”

52. “You really think I’m beautiful?”

53. “Are you jealous? That’s cute.”

54. “There’s only a handful of people in this world that I actually like. You may or may not be one of them.”

55. “So–uh, I’m not really good at this, but … I think I like you . . . like you.”

56. “You seriously need to stop watching sad dog commercials at 3am. You’re an absolute mess; this is ridiculous!”

57. “Hey–don’t you sass me! That’s my job around here!”

58. “If you don’t get away from me with that horrid little creature, I will throat punch you.”

59. “You really have to question me? … So what if I lied? That was one time!”

60. “Oh, God. We broke it–dude, he’s gonna be so pissed! This is all your fault–it was your idea!”

61. “… Is that my underwear?”

62. “I overall hate the human race, but you aren’t too horrible; bearable, at least.”

63. “I didn’t mean to scare you–I thought you’d like being surprised!”

64. “You’re cute, I’ll give you that. But not cute enough to get away with that.”

65. “Look–I hate to tell you, but you deserve the truth… . Your cooking almost killed me last night.”

66. “This is the part where you ask me out and I say yes.”

67. “Really? You made me drive all the way back here just to kill a fucking bug?”

68. “We should get matching tattoos–wouldn’t that be cute?”

69. “Oh, God. We’re one of those couples, aren’t we? Ugh–I hate us!”

70. “I got you something! I remember you mentioning it before … I hope you like it.”

71. “Shut up and kiss me, you idiot.”

72. “I get that you were trying to be romantic, but you nearly burned the house down!”

73. “I may be short, but you could at least try to make kissing you easier!”

74. “I’ve never felt safer than I do in your arms.”

75. “We may be soulmates, but that does not mean you can just waltz in here like you own the place! I could have been naked, or something!”

76. “Oh–this is far from over. I’m going to prank you back so hard you won’t even know what hit you!”

77. “Here–can you put sunscreen on my back for me? Don’t be weird about it!”

78. “I need you. Please, stay.”

79. “Promise me you’ll never leave me. I don’t care if you have to lie.”

80. “Dance with me! C’mon, it’ll be fun!”

81. “What? Oh–I’m sorry, does this outfit bother you?”

82. “If you don’t start getting undressed I may just rip your shirt in half.”

83. “Here–let me show you how to hold that thing before you hurt yourself… Like this, see? It’s easy.”

84. “I may love you, but I will kick your ass if you tempt me to.”

85. “Why are you always right? It’s not fair.”

86. “I have no idea what you just said, but I could listen to you all day.”

87. “What? Sorry–I didn’t hear you. I was too busy getting lost in your eyes… Ow! What?! I was just trying to seduce you!”

88. “You know you don’t have to try so hard with me, right?”

89. “Relax–it’s just me! Not an axe murderer, I promise!”

90. “Did you seriously just climb through my window?”

91. “So, I tried making dinner … keyword there is tried. Let’s just say it didn’t end well, so we’re having takeout tonight.”

92. “Yep–no, you’re never touching the laundry again. You ruined my favourite sweater and nearly flooded the house. Never again.”

93. “Hey–I accidentally cut my hand, I think I need to go to the hospital. Can you drive me? … Why are you looking at me like that? There’s not even that much blood!”

94. “I have something to show you; I think you’ll like it.”

95. “I love you. Never forget that, okay?”

96. “You’re so beautiful words can’t even do you justice.”

97. “I want to spend the rest of my life with you, no matter how short or long that is.”

98. “Hey–I’m perfectly average height for my age, thank you very much. You’re the one who’s freakishly tall!”

99. “I’ll catch you–trust me! … So I dropped you one time–we don’t have the time to argue about this!”

100. “I won’t forget just how big of a douche you were, but I may just be able to find it within myself to forgive you.”

FROM @just-another-prompt-blog

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jos-corner-of-the-world · 4 years

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Homecoming - 1

"Everyone is going to be out of the office today greeting soldiers home. You can write that letter today." Hyungwon told her as he came into her office.

"Yes sir." Cora responded immediately.

"Don't rush yourself. Just take your time and write naturally. You're an amazing conversationalist and sometimes it's easier with writing."

Cora nodded her head, waiting for Hyungwon to tell her he's disappointed she's not going today.

"I'm not disappointed." He said, reading her face clearly.

"What?" She asked, looking up at him.

"I can see it all over your face. You're waiting for me to yell at you or be disappointed you're not coming. I understand why you can't. There will always be more, so take all the time you need."

Cora exhaled a deep breath when her boss left.

He said he wasn't mad, he said he wasn't disappointed...but Cora wasn't sure if that was a lie or not.

Not wanting to think about it any further, she got out her stationary and set out writing her letter. She didn't have more than a name, but that was enough for her.

-----

"Private Lee, you got mail!" Jooheon heard his Sargent yell toward his tent.

"Sir, I've not gotten mail the whole time I've been here. It's not for me." Jooheon said as he came out of the tent.

"Unless there another Lee Jooheon stationed in your tent, this is definitely for you."

Jooheon's heart rate picked up as he quickly made his way over to his Sargent's outstretched hand.

He took the thin envelope and inspected it carefully.

"Thanks Shownu." Jooheon said quietly.

Shownu went rigid, his body wanting to correct the man, tell him he should always be addressed as Sargent, but he stopped himself. He knew this was big for Jooheon.

"You're welcome."

Jooheon didn't go back to his tent. He went to the little clearing between his tent and the mess hall and sat on his favorite rock.

With shaky hands, he opened the letter.

April 23rd

Lee Jooheon,

Jooheon. Private Lee...what is the proper way to greet a soldier? I'm still unsure. Please correct any error that I make in addressing you, I'd hate to offend you upon first impression.

Jooheon didn't know who had written him this letter, but he could only smile through watery eyes.

My name is Cora and I work for a non profit organization called Homecoming. We help soldiers transition back into civilian life after deployments as well as while on deployments. You had stated upon enlistment that you have no familial ties or anyone to help care for you while you are away. That's where I come in.

I'm here to be your tie to the outside world, should you want that. This is by no means something you're obligated to do, but I'm here should you need anything.

I can be a friend, a confidant, a sender of items. Whatever you need.

I mean, I don't have the money or means to send you a new car, but I think you get it.

Should you not want or need anything, please disregard this letter. I don't want to be a burden on your already hectic life.

I don't really know how to talk about myself, but I've been told basic information is a good way to start.

As I mentioned, my name is Cora. I'm 25 and I am working on my undergrad degree in writing. It takes a while because I'm doing it part time online, but I enjoy it a lot.

I have a brother named Changkyun. He's younger than me and obnoxious most days, but he's my rock. He's been there for me through… Everything I've ever gone through.

My best friend is Naomi. She's beautiful and elegant. She's a therapist and the smartest person I've ever met in my life. We could not be more polar opposite if we tried.

Honestly, that's really it. I don't keep many people close, but the ones I have make up for it tenfold. They're amazing people and I'm lucky to have them in my life.

Please let me know if there's anything you want or need and I'll be sure to get it to you as soon as possible.

Sincerely,

Cora

P.S. Oh! I have a cat named Toast. I thought that'd be worth mentioning.

Jooheon couldn't stop smiling, even if he wanted to.

He read the letter and then reread so many times he'd lost count.

He walked back to his tent, letter folded neatly in his pocket.

"You've been gone a long time." His bunkmate commented.

"Yeah, sorry. I…I got a letter."

"Wait! Seriously? From who?" Kihyun asked.

"Her name is Cora. She works for a place called Homecoming. Said she'd be my tie to the outside world."

"Are you going to write her back?" Kihyun asked.

"Absolutely. I can only live through you and Minhyuk so much. It'll be nice to have someone else to talk to."

"That's awesome. I'm happy for you."

Jooheon smiled at his friend before going to his bed and getting out his paper.

"Not wasting any time are you?" Kihyun laughed.

"Not even a second"

------

Cora was sitting in her office a couple weeks later, worrying she'd offended Jooheon. He'd yet to write back, so she assumed she'd be getting nothing from him.

"Cora, what's up?" Naomi asked her.

Naomi was in having lunch with her.

"Just worried. What if he doesn't write back?" Cora asked.

"You told me you gave him the option not to." Naomi pointed out.

"I did, but I guess I expected something back. I'm an idiot"

"No you're not. If he doesn't write back, that's okay too ya know. Doesn't mean you did anything wrong."

"I know...I mean I think I know."

"Listen, just focus on the right now and don't worry about anything else."

"I know I know...if it doesn't matter in a year, it doesn't matter now. The therapist is coming out in you." Cora laughed.

"I can't help it." Naomi shrugged.

"I better get back, I have a client coming in right after lunch. Call me so we can get dinner tonight." Naomi said, gathering up her stuff.

"I wouldn't forget. It's Friday night."

Every Friday for the last six years has been spent at dinner with Naomi. In the last six years they'd only missed a hand full of dinners, and they were extreme cases.

-----

Cora was finalizing a list of items needed for the newly returned when her coworker Jason stepped into her office.

She tensed up immediately.

"Got big plans tonight?" He asked casually.

"Dinner." Cora answered.

"You're never free. Maybe I can take you out to dinner tomorrow?" He asked.

"No thank you." She responded, remembering Naomi's words. She needed to tell Jason no on his advances and not skirt around them.

"What? Why not?" He asked, clearly offended.

"I don't want to." She said honestly. Her voice was quiet and she could feel herself shaking slightly.

"Well that's rude. What'd I ever do to you?"

The further in to her office he walked, the more tense she become. Every muscle in her body was telling her to run.

"Please leave my office." Cora finally said.

"What the fuck? Why are you kicking me out? I just want to take you out."

"And I'm assuming she said no. And ya know, that's definitive and needs no explanation. No means no...no matter what the situation."

Cora looked up to see her brother standing in the doorway.

"Jesus, fine." Jason said, holding his hands up in surrender before leaving her office.

"Fuck that guy." Her brother said as he walked over to his desk.

"What are you doing here?" Cora asked him.

"Came to pick you up. I dropped your car off at the shop earlier to get your brakes changed, remember? The guys already took it home for ya."

"Right, right. I forgot"

"You alright?" Changkyun asked

"I'm fine. Let's take off."

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The ride home was quiet, Cora thinking about the exchange in her office a bit ago.

She didn't know how else to tell Jason no and he was starting to freak her out.

"We're here. Have fun with Naomi at Friday Night Dinner." Her brother said, breaking her from her thoughts.

"Always." Cora said, smiling at her brother.

"Oh! Cora" he said, leaning out his open window.

"Hyungwon told me to give you this but that douchebag made me forget."

Changkyun handed her an envelope before waving and driving away.

It was a letter from Jooheon.

Cora stared at for a long moment, wondering if she were imagining things.

She ran into her house before carefully opening the letter.

May 2nd

Cora,

Thank you for your letter. It's much appreciated and very surprising. You can call me whatever you like, but Jooheon is definitely just fine. I get enough people screaming Private Lee at me while here.

It makes me happy to know that places like Homecoming exist. There are many men and women who go through much worse than me, so having help is going to do great things for them. And for me too.

I'd hate to ask for anything, we did just meet. Kind of bummed that new car is off the table though ^_^.

In all seriousness though I could honestly use a good toothbrush. Mine from home didn't last as long as I thought they would and the issued ones here are horrible. If not, please disregard.

Going through school slowly isn't a bad thing. You don't get burned out as fast and you can really get a grasp of what you're learning. I think that's awesome.

I'm not good with talking about myself either, but here we go.

I'm Lee Jooheon. I graduated top of my highschool class, but didn't attend college. I’m also 25. I have no siblings or family, but I have a couple good friends I met over here.

Kihyun is nice, but pretty motherly to be honest. Makes sure I've eaten and get decent sleep. He’s my bunkmate and self proclaimed best friend.

Minhyuk is...something else entirely. He’s hyper and sings too loudly. He’s definitely the mood maker of us. Makes our time go by faster, which is never a bad thing.

The other two people in our pseudo group aren’t really friends, but they’re not not my friends either...does that make sense?

The first one is Shownu. He’s my Sargent. He’s awkward and tough, but one of the best guys you’ll ever meet in your life. If Kihyun is my mom, Shownu is definitely my dad.

Lastly, there’s Wonho. He’s an enigma, that man. He’s tall and buff as hell and looks like he could kill you with the snap of his fingers (and ya know what...he just might be able to) but he’s the softest person I’ve ever met. He gets homesick and cries when watching ASPCA commercials on TV.

Speaking of TV, that might be what I miss the most while stationed here. TV and music.

So... since neither of us are good at talking about ourselves, I’ll ask some questions throughout our letters. You don’t have to answer of course, but it’s a good way to keep conversation going.

What’s your favorite color (cliche...but important!)

Mine would be cyan.

Hope to hear back from you soon.

Sincerely,

Jooheon

P.S. I love cats! What color is Toast? (That is such an awesome name for a cat by the way)

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#jooheon #lee jooheon #monsta x #mx #au #Homecoming #1 #series #fic #scenario #imagine #changkyun #kihyun #hyungwon #wonho #minhyuk #shownu #jos corner of the world

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here's some controversy that has nothing to do with social issues.

a lot of people hate the band five finger death punch. saying those words provoked a visceral response in half the people reading this, and a "who?" in the other half. they're a groove metal band; similar to slipknot, mudvayne, disturbed, all that remains, system of a down, korn, and killswitch engage. they're one of those really controversial bands that are hated because they're ~not real metal~ by dumbshits who think that NWOBHM is the only valid metal genre. even though england ruined metal and punk but that's a conbfetsation for another day.

now, if you just don't like metal, that's fine. I don't expect everyone to like every genre. so obviously you won't like them, or any band in the genre. obviously. and these are not the people who are being targeted with this post. no, this goes to those who love metallica, ozzy, megadeth, slayer, pantera, testament, opeth, tool, manowar, meshuggah, children of bodom, cannibal corpse, fear factory, mercyful fate: this is to the people who love metal. now, I say this as one of us, but metalheads are one of the most judgmental groups of people in history. and frequently I find that metalheads make the same remarks in regards to their opinions on five finger death punch.

they do nothing but covers. they just yell and cuss. forty year old men with teenage angst. bad musicianship. they look stupid. they fuck their sisters and daughters. they sold out to the military. they're gay. they do too many ballads. they're redneck bait. they're toxic masculinity and macho personified. they rely on guest stars to carry their songs. they're talentless hacks.

these are all complaints I've heard multiple times from multiple people. and frankly I'm sick of it. I'm sick of hearing the bullshit complaints rather than the ACTUAL REASONS why they aren't the best band in the world. which I'll go through now.

they have an overreliance on breakdowns as if they were a post-hardcore band but they're not. breaking benjamin also skirts the line between post-grunge metal and post-hardcore and have many breakdowns, but the difference is that BB's breakdowns have math rock roots and use different patterns that syncopate well. five finger's breakdowns are... eighth notes. it's the difference between, say, black veil brides- who have excellent syncopated breakdowns- and as I lay dying, who have shitty and boring breakdowns. the only difference is that AILD has blast beats (and is fronted by an abusive asshole), and five finger has... ivan growling threats or whatever because they think that it sounds cool to have metal blaring while he says shit like "you wanna disrespect me? I will slap you so fucking hard you'll feel like you kissed a freight train, fuck you," or "if there was ever a time for you to back the fuck up it's right fuckin here and right fuckin now" or "it's not the size of the dog in the fight it's the size of the fight in the dog," or "in the end we're all just chalk lines on the concrete, drawn only to be washed away; in the time that I've been given, I am what I am", etc, all preceding screams. and no these are not exaggerations, these are literally exact quotes. there's also one that plays radio chatter from the military while he goes "hut hut oorah", which is different slightly. and in any case, they have done nearly a hundred different solos over their career, there is NO REASON for them to have such a ridiculous amount of breakdowns. they rival memphis may fire in that regard, but MMF actually has great breakdowns. churko is a metal producer, NOT a hardcore producer, and they sound empty when you strip out the vocals.

sometimes they will overuse a chorus, and hit the pop music pitfalls of having a song that's over half chorus. I'm sure they did this so the label would be happy with singles because the music industry is a commercialized garbage fire and holding it against the artists would be so fucking stupid especially since tool (the best metal band in existence) fucking said it best, "all you know about me is what I sold you, I sold out long before you ever knew my name, I sold my soul to make a record, dipshit, then you bought one; I've got some advice for you little buddy, before you point your finger you should know that I'm the man and if I'm the man then he's he man and you're the man as well so you can take that fucking finger and shove it up your ass". translation; the fact that you know a band at all means that they sold out to even exist in the first place because that's what selling out is. so even this complaint I have that sometimes they have repeated chorus is more of a complaint about a music industry which dumbs things down to sell radioplay to the lowest common denominator, which EVERY SINGLE ARTIST IS GUILTY OF. so moving on.

sometimes they'll have songs which are fairly simple from a harmonic/mechanical standpoint. opening verse chorus verse chorus solo bridge chorus chorus ending. verse goes some mix of eighth and quarter notes and rests in 4:4, solo is just the vocal line of the chorus, bass and drums are nonexistent and only serve to be a melodic backbone, and the music only exists to serve the lyrics... oh wait I can make the exact same arguments about metallica, rage against the machine, pantera, disturbed, and a hundred other bands. those guys aren't hated as much as five finger. hmm. wonder why.

the lyrics are often angsty. namely that they deal with honor, government corruption, mental illness, we live in a society, religious corruption, abandonment issues, recovering from toxic relationships, hey wait a minute these are all just insanely common topics for metal songs!

they usually play in the same key- wait shit every band has a favored key.

they do a lot of covers- wait shit they have literally more ALBUMS than covers.

(yeah that's weird to me too, but they only did a new level by pantera, from out of nowhere by faith no more, bad company by bad company, mama said knock you out by LL cool J, house of the rising sun by the animals, gone away by offspring, and blue on black by kenny wayne shepard... that's 7. they have 8 albums now.)

so shut the fuck up forever about the cover songs. metallica and the deftones and a perfect circle all had fucking cover ALBUMS, van halen only has a career because of the kinks, and every single rock band in the world is just ripping off the beatles, pink floyd, black sabbath, the who, led zeppelin, and cream. pick a legitimate reason to hate on a band, hypocrite.

alright what else...

"they're gay"

I'm not gonna dignify that with a response.

"they suck"

so does your favorite band. boom roasted.

"they're bad at music"

I'd like to see you do better then.

"they sold out to the military"

no they support the veterans and the troops; they fucking hate the military if you pay any attention at all. they believe in the good parts of the military that the government pays half our taxes to make us believe. you're not better than anyone else just because you see through one specific piece of propaganda because odds are you're blinded by another dozen. they write songs about how war is hell and how when vets come home they should be treated better. and anyway when you're in the dog eat dog world of the music industry hey guess what you need a market to sell to or else it's back to baskin robbins. I don't blame them for one second. if I had the option of endorsing cops to pay my bills you bet your ass I'll fly a blue lives matter flag and sell my soul to make money, and then donate shit to the black lives matter movement. flying a flag is worthless if I can do actual good with the money that those dumbasses send in. and name better irony than fighting to abolish a group that pays me to do it go on I'll wait.

"you're just a fanboy"

a) it's fangirl but metal elitists don't give a shit about the LGBTQ and b) just because I like a band doesn't in any way diminish the validity of my statements and any bias I might have is easily countered by whatever bias you might have and c) they're not even my favorite band you idiot I just think there's way worse out there just like I think it's unfair to say nickelback is the worst band in existence when drunk mom rock like hinder buckcherry savingabel and kidrock exists, and limp bizkit is standing right there, and d) they're not even the worst groove metal band, just look at fucking lamb of god, and e) if I was a fangirl I wouldn't have pointed out the flaws you fucking brainless troglodyte, and f) even if they were my favorite band in the world it doesn't matter if you think they suck because music taste is subjective anyway you goddamn moron. those guys write their own music, play their own music, perform their own music, and they love their fanbase more than most other bands. andrew biersack and kellin quinn and pepper keenan and glenn danzig and liam gallagher and axl rose and van halen and ted nugent and kurt cobain HATE their fans, or at least are huge fucking assholes. but not five finger. jeremy played until he literally broke his back; he's as devoted as phil collins, and if he made like atreyu and sang while drumming he'd be singing from a wheelchair, or like dave grohl when he broke his leg right in the middle of a concert, went to the hospital and got set and put in a cast, THEN CAME RIGHT BACK TO THE FUCKING SHOW AND PLAYED GUITAR AND SANG IN A CAST AND WHEELCHAIR. oh but wait, people say phil collins and dave grohl suck too, and turn around and suck mustaine's dick even though he's the biggest asshole in thrash metal behind tom araya and drunk james hetfield. point being, just because x doesn't like y doesn't diminish z's opinion.

"the singer fucked his daughter lol lol his grandchild is his son too lol lol his daughter is his wife lol lol it's funny because rednecks and incest lol lol" he's from colorado not alabama you dumb motherfuckers, and all the lol incest in georgia jokes are rooted in good ol yankee classism. also the guitarist is hungarian so the american redneck jokes don't even fuckin work. shut the hell up, you have all of the intellectual capacity of a common bog leech.

you can dislike the band. you can say you don't like it. you can say that you'd rather listen to different music. that's fine! that's okay! listen to justin bieber if you like him, listen to taylor swift if you like her, listen to new kids on the block if you want! I don't care! but stop expressing your opinions that you stole from someone else as fact. all you're doing is meme bandwagoning so you can find a community because you don't have the social skills necessary to meet people through the things you love so instead you try to pull serotonin out of making other people feel as miserable as you do.

with that being said, fuck all of the annoying dudebro douchebags who listen to the band and show 5FDP next to the confederate flag, blue lives matter flag, don't tread on me flag, punisher skull, trump sticker, and the crossed assault rifles on the back of your truck. you're all shit for reasons other than your music taste.

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im-not-corrupted · 4 years

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Safi, No (A Witchlands Fanfiction) - Chapter Nine

Written with @un-empressed, who wrote Aeduan’s POV!

Chapter Summary:

The group chat is a mess. Iseult and Aeduan end up talking a bit more.

Also on Ao3!

Aeduan was doing a great job of ignoring his phone. He could tolerate it lighting up every now and then, signalling a message from the insane group chat he decided to ignore.

It was going very well until Iseult called him. He didn't know it was her at first. She probably got his number from the group. It was weird, but Aeduan found he didn't really mind.

"Stop them," Iseult said as soon as he answered the call. Aeduan didn't even need to ask who 'they' were at this point.

"What are they doing now? Is somebody trying to bribe and corrupt people again?"

"Well, yes, but they want - Just read the messages. You'll see what they want," she said. Aeduan went to respond, but the call was already done. Aeduan shook his head to himself. Out of all groups he could've gotten himself involved with...

Aeduan opened the group chat and scrolled up to the beginning. Apparently Vaness's friend joined the group chat. Aeduan couldn't believe how well this whole thing was working for such a petty cause. Merik Nihar had better watch out.

Aeduan rolled his eyes as he read the first few messages. They weren't that bad, but since Safi sent them, they were... Well, what she considered hilarious, and everyone else considered over the top. Still, Aeduan had to admit how she referred to everyone in the group was sort of funny, if the slightest bit offensive.

But who wouldn't laugh? She kept referring to Iseult as her favourite partner in crime, and called Stix a 'traitor, but tbh I get it, imagine being loyal to Merik'.

Aeduan himself was 'Polly's moody friend who tolerates only Iz'. It was the truth, really, but something about the way it was phrased made Aeduan uneasy. And after all, he did 'tolerate' Vaness as well. She was unwillingly thrown into the whole mess, after all.

It was harmless, considering what Safi was capable of doing. Aeduan wondered why Iseult called him, but as he continued reading, he understood.

Iseult: Seriously? Nobody minds the nicknames?

Aeduan most decidedly minded his, but looking at the time stamp of the message, he was twelve minutes late.

Stix: Not really. Get me 'Traitor' on a jacket and I'd wear it

Safi: Oooooh! That's a great idea! We should all get jackets! Does anyone know someone willing to make us jackets?

Lev: I have this theory that Caden can sew

Aeduan snorted out loud. He hoped Caden couldn't sew, though. Safi was definitely not above getting them jackets.

Safi: I'm intrigued. Continue

Caden: It's been months! Just let it go already! I genuinely don't remember where I got the shirt!

Lev: suuuuuureeee

Safi: No, but this is perfect. We need some kind of motto for our group

Vivia: I thought Bribery and Corruption was the motto?

Stix: No, that's the name and main policy

Vaness: You are all insufferable

Aeduan had to agree with Vaness on that. They were all worse than the last. He wouldn't be surprised if Vaness's friend chickened out after a week. He certainly wouldn't blame her.

Safi: Thanks

Safi: Does anybody have suggestions for the motto?

Lev: "This guy's not even worth digging a hole"

Zander: We aren't using that one

Stix: I've got 99 problems and at least 73 were created by Merik Nihar

Safi: And the other 28?

Iseult: *26

Safi: Oh well forgive me for not being a math magician

Safi: So?

Stix: I am literally half blind

Safi: ?

Stix: Nearsighted

Vaness: Then why don't you wear glasses? It must be hard to get around with bad vision

Stix: First of all, glasses would ruin my whole aesthetic. Second of all, I'll have you know I have at least a mediocre vision and that I do not deserve to be made fun of like that

Vaness: I fail at feeling even remotely apologetic for insulting your eyesight

Safi: You could've just said "fuck you too" but okay

Aeduan rolled his eyes. He really didn't want to keep reading, but he did regardless.

Safi: Do we get them personalised for each of us or should they all say the same thing?

Iseult: Saf, we are not getting jackets

Safi: But Iz!!! It's what the people want!!

Vaness: It is absolutely not

Stix: I mean, it kind of is

Lev: It definitely is

Safi: See?

Iseult: I do, unfortunately

Safi: Why are you so negative?

Aeduan could list a few reasons why. The first few were perhaps a bit rude and subjective, but he didn't really care anymore.

Iseult: Maybe because you're setting up a plot to get revenge on someone who only kind of unintentionally wronged you?

Vivia: Knowing him, it was definitely intentional

Safi: See???

Iseult: Still, you don't even know him.

Vivia: Lucky her

Stix: Amen

Aeduan had never talked to Merik, but surely that many people couldn't all be exaggerating the same thing on the same level. Or maybe Leopold paid them to, just to mess with Aeduan. He was certainly both rich and insane enough.

They were all amazing actors if that was the case. Aeduan was genuinely afraid of Safi making him wear a personalised bribery and corruption jacket. He was really, really afraid.

Safi: I found a good website for ordering custom clothes

Iseult: No

Safi: Yes

Vaness: Safi, No

Safi: Safi yes

Stix: Safi definitely

Caden: Safi maybe? Depends on how the jackets look

Iseult: We are not getting jackets

Vivia: I mean, if they're subtle enough I wouldn't be opposed to it

Vaness: I thought you were sensible

Stix: She is. Those were words of a sane woman if I've ever heard some

Safi: See? My revenge plan is a great opportunity to make friends

Zander: That sounds almost like a commercial

Stix: "Break Merik's leg and you get the satisfaction of breaking Merik's leg"

Safi: 9 out of 10 doctors don't recommend it but that's what makes it fun

Iseult: Why would one doctor recommend it??

Caden: Because Safi bribed and corrupted him.

[x]

"You're a monster," she told Safi once again. 'You're a monster' was the only accurate way to describe her friend these days, even if Iseult said it with fondness.

Safi grinned and winked at her. "Thanks."

"And you're insufferable."

"Again. Thanks."

Safi confused her when she did things like that - when she took everything as a compliment, even when they certainly weren't intended as a compliment. There wasn't much of a difference to Safi, though, and Iseult had to admire her confidence.

Safi sat at the edge of her bed, staring down at her phone with a glint in her eyes that Iseult recognised and did not trust. "Who else could be bribe and corrupt?" She asked Iseult, who rolled her eyes.

"I already told you, I'm not taking part in the revenge plan. And that means I'm not helping you decide who to bribe and corrupt next." Iseult shook her head. Really, how many times did she have to repeat herself? It was beginning to get annoying, though she would never say that.

Safi pouted. "Oh, come on. Please?"

"No."

"Wait!" Safi grinned again. "What about that Ryber girl? Or Ryber's friend, Tanzi? They're friends with Merik. It could work to our advantage."

"No, it will not work to our advantage," Iseult stated matter-of-factly. "Do you know why?"

"Why?"

"Because they're Merik's friends."

"Stix was Merik's friend, and she was more than eager to join," Safi pointed out.

Iseult rolled her eyes. It was an action she caught herself doing often around Safi. "Stix wasn't his friend."

"Then why did she sit with him?"

"For her actual friend, Kullen, who happened to be friends with Merik." She sighed. "Didn't you listen to a thing Stix said earlier?"

Safi stared into the distance for a second before shrugging. "Apparently not. To be fair, I was making a mental list of who else to bribe and corrupt."

"Don't you have enough people in on the revenge plan?"

Her friend stared at Iseult in horror. "Iseult, darling, there is never 'enough people' when it comes to making Merik's life hell."

"I'm just saying," Iseult replied, raising her hand in mock-surrender. "It will be a whole lot easier for someone - for Merik - to find out about your plan if you 'bribe and corrupt' more people."

Despite having a very good point, Iseult's words weren't actually paid any attention. No, instead of listening to the voice of reason, Safi was grinning down at her phone, typing something quickly. At first, Iseult thought that maybe Safi had decided who she wanted to bribe or corrupt next, but when Safi looked up from her phone and Iseult's didn't show any notifications from the group chat, she quickly changed her mind.

"Iseult," Safi began in a sing-song voice. It was a tone of voice that would've sounded innocent if it wasn't coming from Safi.

She sighed. "Yes?"

"Leopold wants to discuss strategy at the ice cream place."

Iseult snorted. "'Discuss strategy'? We aren't fighting a war, Saf."

Her friend glared at her. "This is war, Iseult. Merik is a plague upon this earth. War is the only way to rid of him."

"Okay then," Iseult nodded along, giving up. Safi was clearly set in her ways.

"Good," Safi nodded. "Now, are you in? Aeduan will be there."

Iseult was going to say 'yes' anyway, but the promise of Aeduan being there made it sound somewhat more appealing. She shrugged. "Sure."

Iseult was an idiot. That was the only thing she could think as she sat opposite Aeduan in total silence - the same state they had been in for the last ten minutes.

To be fair, Safi made it very easy to trust her. Too easy. She had walked to the ice cream place with Iseult, waiting for Leopold and Aeduan to arrive. But before they did, Safi claimed she needed the toilet and disappeared, leaving Iseult there alone.

Until Leopold had arrived with a very unhappy-looking Aeduan in tow. They talked for a bit, not long, when she received a text from Safi. Sorry, had to head home. You guys have fun! ;)

Iseult hadn't thought anything of it until Leopold stood from his seat, a mask of innocence plastered on his face as he said, "Oh, sorry, I'm needed...elsewhere? Yeah, elsewhere. See you tomorrow!"

That's when it dawned on Iseult. Leopold's mask of innocence did not discuss the mischief in his eyes.

Leopold and Safi had set them up.

That's how her and Aeduan ended up in this predicament - sat opposite each other, with no idea what to say. All their interactions so far had been focused on the revenge plan, so now that they weren't forced into talking about it, they didn't know just what to talk about.

"Is Safi late?" Aeduan asked her. It sounded like a genuine question, and that was almost enough to make Iseult bang her head on the table in front of her.

Apparently, it hadn't quite dawned on Aeduan yet.

Iseult rolled her eyes. "No, she just had to head home."

Aeduan nodded, though he looked confused. "Okay then. Do you want some ice cream? I'll get it for us."

"Sure thing. Might as well since we're here," she answered with a slight shrug, relieved that they were no longer stuck in silence.

Aeduan didn't move. "What flavour?"

"Oh, yeah." She forgot flavours were a thing. "Strawberry, please?"

"Sure." Aeduan left to get their ice cream, leaving her alone, though not for long. He came back a few minutes later, two ice cream cones in hand - two scoops of strawberry for her, and mint-chocolate-chip for him.

"Thanks," she said, taking the cone from him.

"No problem," he replied, and took a bite of his ice cream.

Iseult stared at him in horror. "You just - did you just bite into your ice cream?"

"Yes?" He answered, though it sounded more like a question in his confusion.

"How the fucking hell? Didn't it hurt your teeth?" She took a lick of her own as Aeduan's confusion only intensified.

"Uh, no?"

"You alien."

He laughed slightly. "So, what should we talk about?"

Iseult shrugged. "Literally anything would do."

"Okay." He took another bite, an action that still baffled her, and seemed to consider his question carefully. "Let's start with something easy. How did you and Safi become friends? You two seem like polar opposites."

"What can I say? Opposites attract, or whatever people say." She shrugged, licking her ice cream again. "We've been friends since we were kids. Some kids were picking on me - I don't really remember it now - and Safi stood up for me. We've been friends ever since."

"She sounds like a good friend," Aeduan replied.

"She is. I'd ask about you and Leopold, but I already know the story behind that one." She laughed a little, and he smiled a little.

"Yeah, I don't feel like going through the many questions there," he joked, taking another bite. He surveyed the rest of the room - there were few people there, and it was very quiet. "Hey, do you want to get out of here?"

She contemplated that for a second, then shrugged. What was the harm? If he turned out to be a serial killer and murdered her, Safi was to blame for the not-so-subtle set up. "Okay."

Read the next chapter here: Chapter Ten

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hadeswh0re · 5 years

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Send Requests

This is @theamberwriter prompt list but it was really good, so i wanted to use it.

I like you. A lot.”

“I want to 🥊 you in the 👄! W-With my own. Because I like you.”

“I 💛 you, but I hate you too”

“God. I really wanna fucking murder you right now…”

“Why are you naked?”

“Are you sure your not pregnant?”

“You know…you seem to know a lot more about this than the rest of us. A lot more than you should…“

“You’re under arrest for being too cute. Put your hands where I can hold them.”

“That’s the problem! You think you don’t deserve something, so you ruin it!”

A: “Oh, you’re still alive.” B: “Don’t sound so 😞. I might think you don’t like me.”

“Don’t try and shut me out of this! I’ve been here since day one. I’m more a part of this than you are!”

A: “I said I was sorry!” B: “And yet I am still never going to let you live it down.”

“You are all remarkably well behaved tonight…What did you do?”

A: “You’re not my favourite person today.” B: “I’m not your favourite person any day.”

A: “You know you’re my favourite, right?” B: “I better be.”

“I 💛 you, but don’t touch me.”

“She’s back. I saw her last night, but she wouldn’t talk to me and it looked like she had a black eye.”

“I didn’t expect you to be here tonight.”

A: “What’re you so 😨 of?” B: “You.”

“Can you please go be stupid somewhere that’s away from me?”

A: “I didn’t do it!” B: “Then why are you 😅?” A: “Because whoever did is a freaking genius!”

“It’s either me or the 🏠 who are going to look tidy today. Not both. - Never both.”

“It’s brilliant. Just needs more blood.”

“Ignoring everyone in the room is my favourite tradition.”

“I’m way too sober for this.”

“You are the least subtle person I know. Your ‘I have a secret’ vibe is literally visible from the 🌙.”

“You had this planned all along, didn’t you? You little 💩.”

“You’re my favourite person, please don’t hate me!”

“There’s no way this is real…is there?”

“Pinch me, I have to be dreaming.”

“I almost lost you!”

“Why don’t you stay here tonight?”

“Don’t you trust me?”

“I won’t let anyone hurt you, you’re safe with me.”

“It’s 🆗. I’ve got you.”

“You make every morning worth 👀.”

“It’s late. I thought you’d be 😴 already?”

“C’mon. I’ll keep you warm.”

“You look amazing.”

“What’re you doing here? Shouldn’t you be with him/her?”

“You’re the only one I want to wake up to.”

A: “Aren’t the clouds beautiful.” B: “I don’t 👀 you up there.”

“I had the dream again.”

“I can’t do this anymore.”

“Everything is always about you. - What about me?!”

“Guess I never mattered, right?”

“Can I told your ✋?”

“I had a dream about you…”

“Aren’t you the one stole all the school 🚽 seats?”

“Don’t you recognize me?”

“Well isn’t that charming…”

“Why are we doing this again?”

“You assholes have almost gotten me killed more time than I can count.”

“It’s not nice to lie to your friends.”

“I waited way too long to hear you say that.”

“I searched for you for three thousand years, and this is the thanks I get? Rude.”

“I very well could’ve told someone what you idiots were up to. But I didn’t. You’re welcome for that by the way. - In return, I want in next time.”

“You don’t have to be the best at everything, you know.”

“It’s 🆗 to take a break.”

“That 🛏️ is looking awfully cold right now…”

“I’m sorry, should I know you?”

“Why the hell did you just take my picture?”

“I am not my freshest right now.”

“Go awwwaaaayyyyy.”

“Well, you know what Jamie Lee Curtis always said on those yogurt commercials…”

“Next time, you get to do this.”

“Why are you actually the absolute worst?”

“You gotta be fuckin’ shittin’ me.”

“Foolish men oft not live long enough to 👀 they are fools.”

“I hear you’re lookin’ for some drugs.”

“You’re being an idiot about this.”

“Have you even noticed you’re being followed?”

“Don’t look out the window.”

“Why’re you so stubborn! It’d be easier convincing a cheeta to change its stripes!”

“What do you mean?! Of course she’s nuts!”

“You don’t get a say in this.”

“I remember that day very well…”

“I crossed space and time for them, and they don’t even remember me!”

“You were meant for more than this.”

“We’re running out of closet space.”

“So there’s something you should know about my family.”

“Don’t be alarmed. - We’re rich.”

“You’re gonna have to be more specific. I did a lot of stupid stuff yesterday.”

“Why are you freaking out? It’s just a box!”

“We need someone to move this monstrosity!”

“If you think I’m working here because I want to, then you’re sadly mistaken.”

“You’re either stupid, naive, or both.”

“I’m too late…not again!”

“Can a day be, both, the best and the worst day of your life?”

“Wait, wait wait - you like them?! Why didn’t you tell me?!”

“I didn’t want to say anything. - I thought you deserved better.”

“I’m going to kill whosever 💡 this was.”

“Don’t start you two. I haven’t had my morning caffeine yet.”

“Someone - please - give me a shot of espresso. Right in the ❤️.”

“Why don’t you look on the bright side for once?”

A: “He’s a master of seductive reasoning.” B: “Don’t you mean deductive reasoning?”

“Shut up and watch.”

“Don’t stand up here and pretend to be proud of me.”

“You wanna hear a story?”

“I, uh, I can’t swim.”

“Have you ever read this? - Good, don’t. - It’s 💩.”

“I guess 💛 is funny that way.”

“I want everything you are.”

A: “Why the fuck are you here?!” B: “I could as you the same thing!”

“Welcome to the 🌍 where your sweetest dreams and your worst nightmares twist into one twisted reality.”

“Everything could’ve ben different.”

“I like your face.”

“You’re, uh, you’re not as annoying as the others.”

“No one really remembers when this whole thing started, but - I can tell you what I heard.”

“They don’t understand!”

“Could your 🏠 be any creepier?”

“Why are you in my room?”

“Were you - singing?”

A: “What’re you doing?” B: “I want attention.”

“You are such a dork.”

“My 🔋 is low - I gotta cuddle to recharge it.”

“Excuse me, but there’s a 😘 toll.”

“It wasn’t my fault! I thought it was a marshmallow!”

“Glad to know I won’t be failing by myself.”

“You’re so happy. - Why are you so happy?!”

A:"You’re no fun.” B:“I don’t think this can be considered fun.”

“How long have we owned a 🐽?”

“Did you use up all the hot 🚰?”

“I think I 💛 you, damn it!”

“Just shut up and 😘 me.”

“What do you mean who am I? We’re married. - Who the fuck are you?”

“I’m going to go out and come back in. Cause I know you’re not being this stupid right now.”

“I may not be your favorite person, but you’re mine.”

“Consider this a down payment.”

“You know what they say about red skies in the morning…”

“This is nice. We should do this more .”

“Haven’t you ever wanted to be more than this?”

A: “What would you say if I told you I wanted a 👶?” B: “To go take a run in the park.”

“Have I told you lately just how much I 💛 you?”

“We should go mini golfing.”

“Can we keep it?!”

“If you could not, that’d be great.”

“Hey, wake up. - It was your 💡 to set the alarm for the asscrack of dawn.”

“You wanted to watch the ☀️ rise. So we’re 👀 the damn ☀️ rise!”

“Remind me again why you thought camping was a great 💡?”

“You need to learn to take a joke.”

“Some times, it’s best just not to care.”

“If you could have just one wish come true. What would it be?”

“We should play this together.”

“I read all your fan fiction. We have no secrets.”

“They’re not yours!”

“What do you think you’re doing?!”

“You don’t own me.”

“I don’t know who you think I am, but you’re wrong.”

“C'mon, dude, you gotta get up.”

“You never did listen to me.”

“Why do we bother anymore..?”

“I’m not that person anymore.”

“Give me a call when you’ve gotten your 💩 together.”

#mha #bnha fanfiction #bnha bakugo katsuki #bnha x reader #bnha imagines #bnha headcanons #bnha #mha todoroki

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number-infinity · 4 years

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04.21.20 Love - Infinitely

Captains Log

We’re on day whatever the fuck of social distancing. I’ve manage to lose my head now quite a fucking few times and I’m about over it. I’m so ready to feel alive again, but that’s anyones flow these days.

I feel an awakening of sorts and I forgot that not all awakenings are pleasant. It’s absolutely amazing when you realize how much of our human life has been controlled and consumed by the constant in your face need to do or buy something. I’m amazed at how much of my time I have spent on my phone during all of this. I realized that its near impossible to speak to my parents and I think its because I literally have nothing nice to say anymore. I feel my head getting stronger with my books and puzzles as well my drawings. It feels nice not to to be constantly attached to technology, a few activities that the media can’t creep into my brain. Here and there I’ll hear commercials talking of relief from this virus. Basically what I am getting at here is that I am nowhere near the human that I need to be. I feel like a fucking weak ass bitch when it comes to dealing with life right now. Someone of us are out there still fucking fight wars on the front lines or even in our own houses.

It is time I start learning skills and practicing my craft. Tomorrow I’m going to challenge myself to set up my massage table. To get some good vibes and healing going for my mother and father, they deserve it and we are all healthy and alive. A form of love I should be fine tuning for when the world opens back up.

I did finally start my own chat room, I’m realizing I just lost all of my friends that I’ve had for years but its kind of like ohhhhhhhhhh yall weren’t actually my friends you thirsty as bitches. He can keep the negativity in there along with the drunk bullshit. Such a toxic fucking space that I do not want to fucking be apart of anymore.

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-What I really would give my life for, is the promise that I’ll get to have one more day with him. I think the thought that brings me quickest to tears is that I wont get one last hug, one last kiss. One last time to glance into his eyes. One last smile. I feel like a fucking idiot for moving away but at the same time I knew I had to. The universe and my guides have been putting me through the fucking ringer with this one. Two people so rooted in the form of showing their love through physical touch, words of affirmation and deeds for each other. How are you supposed to accomplish any of those the way you want to when you are 400 miles away from each other.

I keep fucking up. I keep acknowledging my fuck up. I keep taking back my fuck up and then redoing it. I’m really fucking missing the lesson on this one unless the lesson on this one is to really fucking get my anger and frustration under control in a different way because it’s starting to affect my relationships. This would all be 10 times easier if he was just HERE, next to me in the drivers seat singing to me.

Out of all my memories in the past few years, my favorite was memories were with you. My Love for you has no limits because it just keeps coming back around every time I’m done so maybe I should just quit trying to be done. Maybe I should just quit at self sabotaging my own fucking shit. I don’t know how many signs I need to tell me that he is the one for me. *looks down at my sweater sees white feather, he then texts me and says I miss you.

Please Universe, send him down here as fast and as safe as you can. I would prefer more than just one more day with him ;)

I would settle for the next 80 years are so. Just sayin.

Uhh... how do you end a Captains Log?

Peace out girl scout

I’m not going to even proof read dis k thx

#personal #captains log #love #loveisinfinite #iloveyou

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madamebaggio · 5 years

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It’s love!

Everybody can breathe easy now! Sansa Stark and Arthur Pendragon are not fighting anymore. However, the two singers can’t seem to stop talking about each other. Close sources claim that Stark is throughly charmed by the bad boy, “like she hadn’t been since Joffrey”. When asked about a possible duet between the two, the pop singer presented her condition: “Only if he learns how to dance.” So far, Pendragon hasn’t answered the comment.

Chapter 6

Arthur and Wet Stick were playing FIFA, while Back Lack and Percival drank beers and offered useless advice, when Nimue entered the room, grabbed the remote and put on some channel.

“Hey!” All the men protested at the same time.

“Your girlfriend is giving an interview right now.” She told Arthur dryly. “Watch it.”

Arthur cleared his throat, as all his friends turned their attention to him. “She isn’t my girlfriend.” He indicated unnecessarily.

“Because she’s a smart woman.” Back Lack snarked.

Arthur threw a cushion at him. “Shut up.”

“Thank you for being here today, Sansa.”

That brought Arthur’s attention immediately to the TV. As she exchanged pleasantries with the hostess, he let his eyes take her in.

She was ridiculously beautiful. That hair of hers… He’d never seen a red like that unless it came from a bottle. The blouse she was wearing was white and it showed off her shoulders and the thigh-high black boots were really working for her. And for him.

“Are you excited for your big presentation at the Grammy’s?” The hostess asked, a perfect smile on her face.

Sansa beamed. “Yes, I am. Uncle Benjen and I have been working really hard to make it special.”

“Can we have a clue of what song you’ll be singing?” The woman asked, sending Sansa a conspiratorial wink.

She chuckled. “No, I’m sorry.” She smiled to take the sting off the denial. “We don’t want to spoil the surprise. Let’s just say that uncle Benjen has been working on his moves.” She teased, making the viewers applaud.

“It must be amazing having such a legend as a family member.” The hostess said rather dramatically.

“Uncle Benjen’s always been extremely supportive of all of us. He is amazing.” Sansa agreed.

“And talking about Grammy…” The woman drawled, a sly look on her face. “Did you know Camelot was nominated for Best Metal Performance?”

Arthur snorted. It was quite obvious she’d been dying to ask that question.

To her credit, Sansa didn’t even bat an eyelash. “Yes, and so are the Direwolves.” She indicated. It was graciously done, indicating that her cousin would be there, and a prod to change the subject.

However, it backfired, making the hostess decide to be direct. “How are things between you and Pendragon?”

“We aren’t fighting if that’s what you’re wondering.” Sansa replied smoothly. “We’ve settled our differences a long time ago.”

“But he’ll be there watching you sing. Does that make you nervous?” The woman pressed.

Sansa arched a brow. “Why should it?”

Oh, that coldly polite tone… Now that it wasn’t directed at him, Arthur thought it was even hotter.

“He’s the one that put the spotlight on you.”

“Agree to disagree.” Sansa said breezily. “But I have nothing to prove to anyone at this point. As I said, Arthur and I settled our differences.”

He was blown away by her class. Fuck, if someone said something like this to him, Bedivere would already be preparing himself to do damage control.

The hostess seemed unfazed. “Is Arthur, hum?”

“She’s like a dog with a bone, man.” Wet Stick grumbled.

“He covered ‘Soap Bubble’. I feel like I should call him Arthur.”

“Can we expect to see you and Arthur singing together? Perhaps any time soon?” The woman pressed.

“We don’t have any plans for a duet.” Sansa answered, unbothered.

“Would you like to have plans with him?” At this point she wasn’t even trying to be subtle anymore. It was clearly a question with double meaning.

Arthur saw himself leaning forward, eager to hear her answer to this question.

Sansa appeared ready to give another polite and vague answer, but then she paused. Arthur was distinctly aware of the silence around him, as his friends also waited for an answer.

The something he’d never expected happened: Sansa Stark, all-American princess, smirked in national television. “Only if he learns how to dance.”

The hostess was clearly caught by surprise with the answer and took a second to recover. She laughed. “I’d love to see that. This is Sansa Stark, everyone.” She called for applauses, as she promised something or another for when they returned from commercials.

Nimue turned off the TV. “I won’t play if you sing a pop song together.” She declared. “But other than that…” She shrugged.

Arthur sighed. “We won’t sing together.”

“How do you know, mate?” Back Lack asked. “She didn’t look that against it.”

She hadn’t, had she? Not for the first time, Arthur wondered what Sansa thought about all this situation. In the beginning, he was reasonably sure she hated him, but that he could get her forgiveness. After a while, he started to think she tolerated him.

Now… Now he was a bit worried about getting his hopes up. And the thing that freaked him out the most was exactly this; he was hoping. Hoping for her attention, hoping she didn’t think he was a jerk.

He wanted to impress Sansa Stark. The Sansa Stark.

It was absurd and still…

“Oh fuck.”

Percival snorted. “Took you long enough, mate.”

“Fuck you.” Arthur grumbled. “This is ridiculous.”

“We know.” Back Lack said as he munched on some Doritos. “You’re still hot for the princess.

“Just remember… Your kids will look great.” Wet Stick offered.

Arthur gave them all the finger and left. They were too busy laughing to notice.

XxX

“So… How are things with Arthur dearest?”

Loras snorted, as Sansa just arched a brow at Marge. “Arthur dearest? I’m pretty sure you called him ‘a minion of Satan’ not long ago.”

“That was before he started begging for your attention.” Margaery drawled. “That man wants you.”

Sansa snorted. “I don’t know why I told you that.”

“Because you’re freaking out and need help.” Loras informed passing her a margarita.

Sansa sighed and eyed the glass. “I probably shouldn’t drink.”

“It’s just a glass, darling.” Marge waved her hand dismissively. “The question is: do you want him too?”

“I…” Sansa groaned. “I don’t know. I won’t lie; I am a bit flattered by the attention, but my last relationship was Joffrey.”

Margaery shuddered. “Ew. Are you worried he might be like him?”

“Joffrey was really charming in the beginning.” Sansa indicated. “He made me feel extremely special; he was attentive and nice. And we all know how that ended.”

Margaery hummed an agreement. “You do have a point. However, I’ve been keeping my ears open, and I haven’t heard one bad thing about our friend Arthur. Quite to the contrary.” She wiggled her eyebrows.

Sansa snorted. “He does have something about him.”

“That he does.” Loras agreed. “But I also heard he isn’t the relationship kind of guy.”

“That’s not a problem, if you aren’t looking for that.” Margaery indicated.

“I’m a relationship kind of girl.” Sansa remembered her.

“Maybe you need a hot affair with a hot rockstar before you settle down.” Marge insisted. “Just a little something to blow some steam off.”

Sansa didn’t seem so sure.

“If you want to blow some steam off…” Loras drawled. “He’s definitely the guy.”

“But what if I’m not the girl?” Sansa insisted.

“You won’t know until you’ve tried it.” Margaery pointed out.

And Sansa caught herself considering it.

XxX

Arthur couldn’t play the piano for shit. He was a good guitar player, he could play the bass and even the drums a bit, but no piano.

Sansa played the piano. That was his dilemma of the moment, as he sat there and stared at the piano.

Nimue could play, and -technically- he could ask her to help, but he wasn’t interested in being teased again.

Hence, the dilemma.

The studio door opened and Back Lack came in. He threw Arthur a look, then sighed. He sat beside his friend and gave him one of the beers he had, then said nothing.

“I wrote a song for her.” Arthur admitted after one whole minute of silence.

Back Lack hummed. “Like a love letter?”

Arthur sighed and ran a hand down his face. “No. Not a song about her. A song for her to sing.”

Back Lack chuckled. “Mate, you got it bad.”

Arthur was thoroughly unamused. “Thank you, Back Lack, I’m aware.”

“So what’s the problem exactly?”

“I don’t know how to play the piano.” He indicated the instrument in front of them. “And it has to be on the piano.”

“Why?” His friend asked confused.

“Because she can play it.”

Back Lack sighed like Arthur was trying his patience particularly hard. “And you can't ask our help because…?”

“I'm an idiot?”

“I'm glad you acknowledge it. It's the first step, or so they say.” Back Lack patted Arthur's shoulder. “Now that's solved, when do you plan on doing something about her?”

“I don't even know what I plan on doing.” Arthur admitted.

“You're obviously trying to woo her with your music. Just show it to her.”

Arthur, who was about to tell his friend to fuck off -honestly, woo -paused. “I might.”

“When?”

“The Grammy is this weekend. Let's survive it first.”

Notes: Hey there!

I’m sorry for the total lack of correction, but I have no beta, so let me know if something is too bad.

Next chapter... THE GRAMMY AWARDS!

#madame baggio #CrossOver #Crossover Pairings #modern au #Sansa Stark #Arthur Pendragon #game of thrones #king arthur legend of the sword #Sansa x Arthur #theres no way

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magmasliveblogs · 5 years

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1.12

aaaaaaaaaaand im back with the 14th chapter! irl stuff is semi dealt with so i have time for the three updates! to recap: last chapter was an interlude, where we discovered erin was summoned as part of some ritual to summon heroes. only one group was actually summoned to the ritual site, with the rest being summoned across the world. to recap the last actual chapter, erin saved pisces from execution by withdrawing her testimony of him being a [necromancer]

Erin woke up. Generally this was an ordeal. Today however, it was fairly easy. Because the real ordeal would come later.

Such as right after breakfast. Erin stared glumly at the three shriveled blue fruits on her plate. She bit the first experimentally and chewed. And chewed. And chewed.

“Rubbery.”

It was incredibly difficult to chew the fruits. The skin on these ones were so tough to bite into, it did remind Erin of eating rubber. Not that she’d ever done that since she was a baby.

Plus, they’d lost their delicious juices and tasted—well, flat. There was no sweetness left in them, and they were quite, quite unappetizing when you put all these qualities together. But Erin ate them, mainly because she had nothing left to eat.

“I’m in trouble. Yup, yup.”

It wasn’t that she was out of blue fruits. There were plenty—well, some—still ready to be harvested from the orchard. But they, like all food, were in limited supply. Besides, the issue wasn’t that. It was her guests.

“Who’d want to eat blue fruits all day? Raise your hand if that sounds like fun.”

Erin didn’t raise her hand. Granted, they were tasty and made a good fruit drink, but when you got down to it, they were still just fruits.

“And I want food. Real food. Not fruit. I want bread! I want pasta! I want pizza and soda and salad and ice cream—actually forget the ice cream. I need meat. Or fish that doesn’t bite back! I want sushi, cheeseburgers and fries, toast, waffles…cereal…”

Erin pressed her hands to her rumbling stomach and tried not to cry.

“Even instant ramen would be nice. Is that too much to ask?”

It was. She knew that. But just thinking about the food made her tear up a bit. She could handle Goblins. She could deal with rude Necromancers and fight off evil rock-crabs. She could even handle giant fish that tried to nibble on her when she took a bath. But she wanted food.

“Plus, I need to feed my guests.”

Erin nodded. The math was simple. No food = no guests = no money = starvation. But the little flaw in the equation was that in order to get the food, she’d need to spend the money. And she had no way of doing that.

“Unless I go to the city.”

finally! we are going to the city! its been so long since she initially noticed it!

Now, that was a thought. She wasn’t sure if that was a good thought, but it was the only option she had available. The city. Erin went to the window. Relc had shown her where it was…

“There.”

Erin stared at the small buildings in the distance. It looked far. But then, everything looked far around here. And the city would have things. Like food. And clothing. And toothbrushes. Still, Erin didn’t want to go.

“It’s far. But I have to go. Maybe? Yes…no. No? Yes. I need food. And I need to feed my guests. It’s my duty as an innkeeper.”

She paused and thought about that last statement. Erin collapsed into a chair and cradled her head in her hands.

“Am I an innkeeper? Is that what this world is doing to me?”

Maybe. It was probably the [Innkeeper] class.

“Soon I’ll grow a huge beer belly and start hauling around kegs of ale. That’s what innkeepers do, right?”

She didn’t actually know. It wasn’t as if she’d ever paid that much attention to medieval history, at least the parts that were actually history.

“They never mentioned innkeepers in the legend of King Arthur. Or did they?”

There was no Google to help her so Erin abandoned that train of thought. Really, she was distracting herself. The problem she was facing was simple.

“To go to the city or not, that is the question. Actually, there’s no question. I need to go to the city. I need to go…shopping.”

Shopping. It would be a lot more appealing if she wasn’t trying to buy things to survive. But it had to be done. She knew it.

Still. Erin really, really didn’t like that idea. She liked people, she really did. But she had a negative reaction to A: leaving her safe inn, and B: travelling to a far off city probably full of giant lizards and insects that walked on two feet.

erin. its the difference between being uncomfortable and being dead. i know that being alive is much better than being dead

Glumly, she stared at the three sticky blue fruit cores on her plate. She walked outside and threw them as far as she could. The juices left her hands feeling unpleasantly sticky, but there wasn’t much she could do about it.

“Guess I’ve gotta go to the stream. Who knew washing your hands was so much work?”

Erin grumbled as she wiped her hand on her jeans. Then she paused. And looked down.

Her jeans were blue. The blue fruit juice was blue. But against all odds, the blue stain still showed up quite visibly on her clothing. Or rather, the blue fruit stains. And they weren’t just on her pants.

Erin’s shirt was a nice, commercial t-shirt with a lovely company logo on the front and back. Really, she wasn’t that attached to it, but it was perfect to wear when she was just staying at home. It wasn’t her choice of clothing.

…Which was good, because Erin would have cried if she’d inflicted the same damage on a t-shirt she really liked. She gazed down at the blue stains covering her shirt. She poked at the rips and cuts on the sleeves and the burn marks on one side. She lifted the shirt, sniffed once, and gagged.

For the first time Erin felt at her hair. She raised a hand and smelled her breath. She thought about the last time she’d brushed her teeth, taken a bath, or even used soap. Then she tried to shut down her mind.

“Well, that settles that. I’m off to the city.”

good that we are finally going, but i do find it kinda funny that its her hygiene thats the last straw

Erin walked through the grass. She wished there was a nice road to follow, but for some reason no one bothered to pave a road through the empty wilderness. Come to that, she wondered again why anyone would build an inn in the middle of nowhere.

Maybe there used to be more people in the area. Or maybe there was just an idiot who thought he was breaking into an untapped market. Either way, Erin was grateful for the inn.

“But why does it have to be so far away from anything?”

Erin walked down the slope. At least there was that. The inn was located on an incline. Not a steep hill, but a really long slope that gradually went down the more she walked. It was nice, until Erin looked back and realized she’d be climbing up all that way again soon.

“Wow. That’s a big hill.”

She stared for a while and kept walking. Relc and Klbkch had called the journey to the city a walk of about twenty minutes.

“They lied to me.”

Or maybe they just walked really fast. Erin could actually see the city Klbkch had called Liscor in the distance. It was still small, but given how close it seemed now compared to before and multiplying her velocity by her legs and given energy divided by her willingness to keep walking…

“Thirty minutes. No; probably an hour. Yeah, that sounds about right.”

Erin sighed. But exercise was good for her, right? It built character. Or something.

perhaps the guards have movement/speed related skills? or are they just taller/have longer strides

“So, what do I need?”

She took a quick inventory check. Her coins were securely packed into the bottom of one pocket. They were heavy. She had her clothes on, which was important, and she looked like…well, like a homeless person. But she had money. So what should she buy with it?

“Um. Clothing. Right. And soap. And a toothbrush, if they have toothbrushes. And toothpaste…which they probably don’t have. But something. And I need food obviously, soap, towels, laundry deter—more soap, and a comb.”

Erin walked a few more feet.

“And a sword. I need a sword. And a shield? And armor? And uh, anti-Goblin spray? Oh, and books! Tons of books. Maps, history books…can I read any of that? Well, Relc and Klbkch speak English. So that’s weird too. And I need bandages, a sewing needle, someone to teach me how to sew…”

Erin felt at her pocket. The coins jingled. She wished there were more to jingle.

“And I need to rob a bank.”

Okay. Erin retraced her thoughts.

“What’s essential?”

She counted off on her fingers.

“Clothing. Food. Toothbrush. Soap. And a lamp.”

She snapped her fingers.

“Right. A lamp! And a sword.”

She felt at her pocket.

“…Just the lamp.”

you are not rich erin, you cant afford a sword and all that stuff.

Flat grass, flat grass, all I see is flat grass.”

Erin sang as she walked. She wasn’t sure if there was a tune, but at least the singing kept her company.

“Horses eat grass, but I’ll pass, so I’ll go to the city fast. Or I’ll die of starvation! And once I’m there I’ll eat ten pears and—hey, is that a Goblin?”

Erin turned her head suddenly and the small head ducked down. She squinted. Yes, that was definitely a Goblin. It was hiding up on a small hill to her left, but she knew it was still there. Watching her.

Well. She was being followed. Erin wasn’t sure what to make of that. She looked around and two more heads disappeared as their owners dove for cover. They didn’t look like they were trying to ambush her, just follow her.

“Hm.”

Erin bent down and searched the grass. Eventually she found what she was looking for. She waited until one of the Goblins decided she’d forgotten about them and poked his head up again. Then she turned and shouted.

“Shoo!”

Erin hurled the rock. It missed the Goblin’s head. And the hill. But the green midget took the hint and disappeared in an instant. Erin sighed to herself.

“Great. They’re like cockroaches. Evil, giant, green cockroaches. With teeth. And sharp knives. And red eyes.”

She wondered what she should do. Then she thought about what she could actually do.

Erin kept walking.

The city kept getting larger the further she walked. She felt at some point it should stop getting bigger, but soon the buildings loomed in her vision. They were no skyscrapers, but they were taller than she felt medieval buildings should be. But the city was still far away. So she walked.

And she was being watched. Multiple pairs of eyes stared at the young woman as she walked through the grass. They watched her for signs of weakness, for things that could be exploited. She was watched. Occasionally she turned around and threw a stone.

goblins! goblins are watching!

When Erin got to the city gates she stared up for a while.

“That’s a big wall.”

It was a big understatement. The wall was high. And that was high even by wall standards. It was nearly forty feet tall, which Erin had no way of knowing was perfectly normal for a wall. She had no way of knowing it was forty feet tall either. She just thought it was big.

But what was unusual about this particular wall, and what Erin did notice was the way the gate was constructed. It was no iron grating of a portcullis with handy holes to shoot and poke at enemies, but two solid metal doors. Erin wondered why, as the gates looked solid and hard to budge. They were, and for a reason. But she didn’t find out that reason until much later.

hmm, large plains, solid doors, everything is built on hills. does this area flood often?

Erin approached the gate. There wasn’t really anyone else going through at the moment, so she felt very alone and small as she walked up to them. She stopped when she saw the guard.

He was big. He was armored. He was also a Drake, and he had yellow scales rather than green ones. Pale yellow, so Erin was reminded of popcorn. He also had a curved sword, and so it was with trepidation that she approached.

“…Hi.”

The Drake flicked his eyes down towards Erin and then resumed looking off into the distance. He was holding a spear at his side and a metal buckler on his left arm. Since he wasn’t using either to bash her to death, Erin considered this to be a good first start.

“Um. Nice weather, isn’t it?”

Again, the guard glanced at her. Again, he didn’t respond.

“…Right. It’s just that I’m new here. And I’m Human. Nice to meet you. My name is Erin. I uh, know another guy who works with you. Relc? And Klb…Klb…the insect guy? So yeah. They know me. I’m no threat. And uh, I saw some Goblins running around a while back. They’re not here right now, but I felt you should know.”

The Drake sighed audibly. And loudly.

just, ugh. i would normally skip this interaction because i dont like awkward scenes like this, but its very short

“Go on in, Human. Anyone can enter the city.”

“Right. Thanks. Uh, have a nice day!”

Erin smiled. He didn’t smile back.

“I’ll just be going. Now.”

She walked past the guard. As she walked through the iron gates she heard him mutter under his breath.

“Humans.”

see?

Erin’s smile froze a bit on her face but she kept walking as if she’d heard nothing. Everyone was grumpy when they had to stand and deal with obnoxious tourists. And besides, he was just a guard. She walked through the imposing gates into the city. And then she had to stop.

Because she had entered Liscor. A city of the fiery Drakes, built with the help of the industrious Antinium. Home to the prideful Gnolls and the occasional Beastkin, not to be confused with one another. Visited by many races, home to countless more. And now entering—

One human.

oo gnolls! that means dog/hyena people, yes? also beast kin! this probably mean other animal people.

also, this is the end of the chapter! will erin experience a good bit of racism? is there a reason humans arent that common in the area? are these plains flood plains?

see you on the next post! ive got to eat so after that i shall post the next two chapters

#chrono

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ivalice-tifalucis · 5 years

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Found a forum about Take That, also found some interesting discussion

Now it’s 4AM in the morning, I slept too much for past couple of days because of some flu and the medicine makes me drowzy and moody all the time and sleeping was very tempting. I should’ve finished my essay so I can get this one subject to more than a ‘B’ so I can still retain my dream of going to Netherlands this year. But here I am searching non-important things (or at least maybe it’s important for my curiosity), and tried to google if there’s any existing Take That forum. My standard is high with mygnrforum which is a super active and long term versatile fan forum of Guns N’ Roses, I even manage to find myself some friends there. The whole website is even made and funded by fans, active discussions from all age, nationalities, and genders, and even there was a time when Axl Rose decided to showed up to everyone’s surprise. But hey, obviously GN’R is bazillion times bigger than TT. I just saw their concert of same shit they’ve been singing for 35 years with terrible mickey mouse voice of Axl’s and people still went lit. Don’t get me wrong, I’m happy that I finally see my favorite rock band. It just hanging around with old fans give me sense of cynical for the band.

Anyway...

I went to thread that is talking about Odyssey. You may check it here: http://www.buzzjack.com/forums/index.php?showtopic=209704&st=440

The thread is actually meant for both Robbie and Take That fans. I found nice thread that talked about Reveal and even gave me snippets that I haven’t even seen before since I was too poor to buy Reveal. But what I want to talk about in Odyssey thread is the view of this person who definitely this kind of annoying GB Army you will find a lot around Thatters group or social medias comments sections. Try to start from the link I gave you. Here this person talks about the BBC Documentary.

Tl;dr the cynical side of Thatters and that for this lovey-dovey band, in the eyes of some of their fans they still are one of the most controversial band.

“Saw it There were some tears involved here as well, but of boredom, unfortunately. Absolutely NOTHING new whatsoever and nothing of substance and, on many occasions, it felt like the Robbie and his backing singers documentary. The era starting with 2006 was almost brushed off, because, of course, Robbie wasn't there - most of the moments from this era were the ones with Robbie in it-, we had the neverending Jason eulogy, but nothing to actually celebrate the members that really carry Take That. And I realized another thing that pissed me off - in almost all the recent performances, Robbie had the silver jacket, to make sure he distinguished himself from the others - God forbid someone mistook him for just a member and he didn't take the center of the stage. I guess that, on a very superficial level, the documentary will do its job, it will sell the album, but I see it as nothing more than that - just a promo trick, without real substance. I hope one day we get a documentary that brushes off Robbie's coming and going and the boys' constant "guilt" over it and the Jason "I'm happy to enjoy the money I've made off the back of TT, but without TT" and actually concentrates on what Mark, Gary and Howard have been doing. I know I sound bitter and I'm probably blowing things out of proportion a bit, but, seriously, is it too much to ask, as a fan, to have one episode that doesn't involve Robbie? Gary's documentary with James was so much more fun and deep, at the same time. This looked just like a label-ordered film, with no other purpose than filling some pockets. I was really disappointed. And I didn't understand what was the whole thing of including their mums in this documentary if they gave them 2 minutes and didn't get anything of substance out of them? We got more time with the same old fans that appear everywhere and say nothing interesting. It would have been more interesting to just have 2 fans that actually had some stories to tell; the same for the mums - considering how crazy it got in the 90s, they'd have had a ton of stories to tell - they probably talked amongst themselves, but nobody was smart enough to include the stuff of interest in the documentary. Sorry, just because I'm a fan, I'm not gonna praise everything they do, especially when it's so shallow. Rant over “

I mean a documentary released close with release date of their Greatest Hits album obviously not for commercial purpose related, right? People already complain that it’s going to be only TT3 doing Greatest Hits tour and she wants this documentary only about TT3. I agree though that maybe there should be more Take That mums and less fan stories maybe. But I think she doesn’t understand that ‘We’ve Come a Long Way’ is not like ‘For the Record’ or ‘Look Back Don’t Stare’. The purpose of this documentary is celebrating and look back but with brighter light on their career in the past 30 years. Don’t expect bunch of guys look pissed and depressed in this one.

And when I say she’s definitely GB Army, just read it how she reacts around the other person who is more leaning to Robbie.

“Take That have been a UK (almost) only act since especially after Progress. Boy or Manbands do not sell well in the rest of Europe. It is not down to them only. The music taste is different. Robbie maintained his solo fanbase in Europe different to the UK more than TT. He sells out stadiums still. Progress was the unification all time height. Gary never sold well in Europe. And in the UK in the comments on FB, Newspapers etc (aside of the usual hate comments every public figure gets) you see that his political direction and the tax issue hurt his image. Robbie coming and going makes some people happy, some unhappy as you also realize in the comments even in this thread. But what really took mojo away is Jason leaving. And the miss of huge ballads. However, as long as they sell tours, even if it is for the live moment rather than TT - it is good for them as it pays millions in their wallets. In 10 years there might be a full reunion and then the Progress effect will set in again”

And this GB Army lady thinks Gary has no political direction. Then do tell me why people mocking him as Tory. I don’t understand UK politics. I always roll my eyes when I found random comments like for example at Kit Harington, sometimes he got called Tory too and ffs the dude never say anything about his political views, the reason he got called Tory is probably people mistaken him for being blue blood because he is the nth descendant of an Earl and married to Rose Leslie, whom her uncle is an Earl. But then again, it’s even written on his wikipedia page with article related, Gary did stated he supported David Cameron.

Oh this GB Army lady again...

“To be frank, I understand certain fans liked Jason and miss him, I personally don't. I'm probably one of the few people who don't acknowledge that "intelligence" and "wisdom" the others are talking about - that's probably because I saw really intelligent, academic people in the person of my professors and I know how that truly looks. I guess Jason strived to be intelligent and he probably read a lot, but, imo, he had no real in depth view of anything. I'm not saying, by any means, he was a stupid person, just that he wasn't any more intelligent than the others. I agree with you, though, about his contribution to the band - even if it was only for the moral of the group, he was good for them. But he chose to leave, he wasn't kicked out, so I don't see why the boys have to always go out of their way to acknowledge him - if "fans" attack them for this, then they're idiots. The interviews the boys did in November clearly showed they are annoyed of always being asked about Jason and Robbie - that's why I find this documentary to be more of a "guided" one - they said exactly what people expected them to say, regardless of how they actually feel.“

“As I've said, I agree that both Jason and Robbie's contributions had to be acknowledged, that's indisputable. What I'm saying is that Robbie's presence in the documentary wasn't necessary, given all he's done to the boys. He could have left them have their moment. I truly, truly despised him when he referred to them as "my business brothers". He's clever when it comes to distorting reality without many people noticing it. Maybe the III and Wonderland eras weren't as successful as the previous ones, but, given the context, it's no wonder. They were still successful and it was all down to Gary, Mark and Howard. 30 years of work and did anyone actually acknowledge these eras? Even Odyssey was brushed off. So, I have a problem with the program being called "We've come a long way" while we're only presented the beginning and some of the middle. Oh, and funny how Robbie uploads his new single on yt precisely the day the documentary airs! How convenient! “

There’s also some talking about TT downfall, how they can’t sell as much as they used to. Personally, I wanna know too from this side of the story, long term fan all the way to the 90s. And tbh their problem is also every musicians for all time and all place problem. Even Gary acknowledge this. They’re an old act. And that’s ok. Kinda agree that they made some bad decisions on songs and singles, but to me it’s related to the first problem. I stand with all the 5 lads so I don’t think Robbie came and left and changing the dynamic has something major to do. I agree that they’re lacking huge ballads now, but I still enjoy their newer songs tbh, The Jason one is quite intriguing though.

“I agree about the impact of Jason leaving. He may have been quiet on records but from what I could see he was --Robbie and Gary aside-- the next most popular member since they reformed. (**) I think Jason represented 'the good guy' and humble aspects more naturally than the others and this gained him droves of fans. He is very intelligent, including emotionally intelligent which made him relatable with everyday members of the public. The other four are nice though in my opinion you could tell Jason was truly sincere. Of course he is also the only member not involved in any tax issue and possibly took moral issue on this. I once read he still banks with his local co-op.”

IMO, this part is even interesting

A (dylandog): “I actually feel for Howard. A few months ago he bumped into the 'elusive Jay' on Kensington High Street and they had a brief chat. Apparently that was the first time Jay had see Howard's two children. Howard has also posted some lovely heart felt posts about Jay - who has completely cut the boys out of his life. I genuinely think that Howard is upset by Jay's decision to not only walk away from the band, but also their friendship.”

B (GBA lady): “That's exactly what I'm thinking, dylandog. Howard and Jason seemed to be very good friends during the TT years and Mark, well, he seems to be friends with everyone. I'm not including Gary on this one, although, back in the 90s, they said themselves, it was Gary-Howard-Jay, on one side, and Mark-Robbie, on the other side. I can understand - to a certain extent - Jason's decision to quit the music industry, but I don't get why he had to also quit his friendships. Howard was the one who said, during an interview, that Jason doesn't even reply to their emails anymore.”

A: “Jay was always the one that struggled with the limelight so to some extent it wasn't a surprise that he was the one to jump ship. I also felt that he was, to put it bluntly, rather work shy. I think they probably understand/accept his decision to leave the music industry, but I agree with you, they must be hurt and confused by his actions to cut them out of his life. I know if a friend I'd spent many years with did that to me I'd feel very hurt. It does make me wonder what an earth went on? Was Jay appalled by their involvement in the tax scheme or was it something else? Whilst I understand Jay has his own life and friendship groups to completely erase them from his life is drastic to say the least. “

B: “I don't think it has anything to do with the their tax scheme. I doubt he even knew what the boys did with their share. Jason's finances are managed by his brother, the boys' by someone else. I don't see them sit down and talk: "oh, did your lawyer/accountant make you sign that paper regarding that investment?". I really trust Gary when he says he had no idea what he was signing - if he had any suspicion back then that it would be something that would backfire, he'd have pulled the money out immediately and payed the tax to the State, just like he did when he found out what it was all about. BUT, in the eventuality that Gary and the others lie and they knew they were doing something morally questionable and Jason was aware of this and this is the reason he left the band, then shame on him! He isn't a saint, he's done his fair share of morally questionable things in life - at the end of the day, using fans for sex is way more wrong than making an investment that doesn't break any laws -, so he wasn't in any position to judge. Just like all the others, he did alcohol, he did drugs, he used people for his own pleasure.....he really had no foot to stand on when it came to this. He is enjoying, after all, a life of doing nothing off the back of others, limelight shy or not. I sincerely hope that is not the reason he quit the band. If it were, his mum being in the documentary would look very weird.“

Then another guy came...

C: “I don't understand the talk about Jay like he is a bad guy here when this is probably the main reason why he quit the band, to stop stangers being judgmental on him. What's wrong with him dating young girls or older girls (Catherine Tate wasn't exactly young when they were dating)? He is single and should be allowed to date whoever he wants. And if he decided to quit because of the tax thing then I don't see any problem. People has different values in life that hold dear to their heart. Anyway, all this was just you guys' speculations (not even truth) and you still manage to use it to talk down on him just because he is not your favorite. Jason has never been a fan of technology since when he was in the band so I see no reasons for him to change after he left the band. Being of grid is so Jason that I don't know why everyone would be surprised. I have a lot of old colleagues that I was close to when I was working with them but never bother to keep in touch. I still like them but they are not my priority at the moment. There are so many levels of friendship and Take That is definitely a unique one.”

A: “I'm sorry you see it that way BadHabit. I in no way meant to be dismissive of Jay or suggest that he is a 'bad guy.' If you read my post I do say I miss Jay and for me they were at their best as a four piece. However, it's not unfair of me to point out that he had few leads, which I think is a shame by the way,because he's my second favourite vocalist in the band, or that he had very little input re song writing. The forum is for comments and opinions and unless we're looking at facts such as sales figures, then of course it's merely conjecture. My point was that I didn't fully understand the intellectual label given to Jason. Of course he can 'date' whom is wishes, regardless of their age, I don't think I suggested otherwise, but simply made an observations that he appears to have been photographed with much younger women on a number of occasions and therefore falls into that stereotype of older man/ younger woman. By the way for balance Howard is married to a much younger woman as well.“

B: “In regards to Jason dating younger women - although I couldn't care less about his private life (as long as his private life doesn't affect TT's image/reputation/connections)-, I do believe it's morally wrong for a 40+ old man to be dating 20 year olds. No, a person doesn't have the right to date whomever they please. In some countries, it's legal for 80+ year olds to marry young girls, some are still kids - based on the mighty principle that "one can do whatever/whomever they please". Just because it's not illegal, it doesn't mean it's not wrong. Plus, it's just disturbing to see an almost 50 year old - or is he 50 already? - jumping from woman to woman - he's either interested in settling down, in which case he should be dating just one person -or he's not interested in a family life, in which case he shouldn't be dating at all. I could understand it to some extent when all the boys were teens or in their early 20s, but now it's just ridiculous. I know you all live in a "liberal" thinking country, but I have the feeling nowadays abnormalities are being perceived as normal, which is soooo wrong. It's not right that any person on this forum be made to "retract" an opinion based on a system of values, just because others' fan bias. Like dylandog said, nobody believes Jason is "a bad guy", but that doesn't mean he's a saint either- he's just showing signs of immature and questionable decisions. Every single member of this band has been criticized for various choices they've made in their lives, why would be Jason exempt from the same treatment? He actually had it pretty easy going while he was in the band. For all his questionable public appearances, he never got the 10th amount of the slagging Gary did for simply existing.“

*sigh* now I’m getting some pattern that the older you are as a fan of an act, the cynical you are.

If anyone manage to read this until this part, please let me know your thoughts. Especially about Jason because tbh even I still confuse about his mindset.

#take that #tt5 #tt digging

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ES Act 2, Scene 9 - Bar Crawl

Title: Endless Summer: The (un)Official Screenplay

Main Pairings: Estela x Ian (M!MC), Jake x Alyssa (F!MC)

Other Pairings: Craig x Zahra, Grace x Aleister, Michelle x Sean, Diego x Varyyn

Genre: Full Rewrite

Rating: PG-13 for swearing, violence, alcohol, and sexuality

Summary: Raj gets a bright idea to bring everyone together in the wake of the sabotage incident.

Previous Scene: Rivalry

Masterlist: Link

Note: Some quotes are just too perfect to change... ;)

EXT. THE CELESTIAL - ROOFTOP - DAY

Alyssa emerges onto the roof to find Raj, Quinn, Zahra, and Ian already there. The atmosphere is surprisingly relaxed. Diego’s eyes light up when he spots Raj.

DIEGO: Look who’s here!

RAJ: Nice! Hey, Alyssa!

Alyssa crosses her arms.

ALYSSA: Okay, what’s this all about?

IAN: If you’re “here to talk to us about the Avengers Initiative,” I am so in.

Everyone laughs.

RAJ: As cool as that would be, no. Let’s be honest: if this whole Civil War thing keeps up, we’re never gonna get off the island. We gotta bring everyone together. We need a feast.

The others stare at him blankly.

ZAHRA: Hold up. Did you just say “a feast?”

RAJ: Yep! It’s this thing my grandma used to say: “Words make war, but pies make peace.”

ALYSSA: That... is literally the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard.

DIEGO: Alyssa!

IAN: Come on, it’s genius. It’s just like that Snickers commercial! “You’re not you when you’re hungry!”

RAJ: See? Ian gets it!

Raj and Ian high five. Alyssa shrugs.

ALYSSA: I mean, I guess it can’t hurt. Worst case scenario, at least we get to eat. So what’s the plan?

QUINN: Diego and I are gonna help Raj with the cooking!

ZAHRA: The hell am I supposed to do? I suck at cooking. Trust me.

RAJ: Nah, I’ve got a special job for you!

ZAHRA: --And I’m out. I hate jobs.

DIEGO: I think you’ll like this one. It involves alcohol...

Zahra hesitates near the stairwell.

ZAHRA: Okay, I’m listening.

RAJ: The most important part of any feast is booze! And not just the average stuff. I need somebody who knows quality when she sees it.

ZAHRA: Hell yeah, now you’re speaking my language! I’m your girl. Anybody else in?

ALYSSA: Bar crawl? Let’s do this!

She looks at Ian expectantly. He sighs.

IAN (shrugging): Sure. Somebody’s gotta be the responsible one.

ALYSSA: You do that. I just want to be a taste tester.

Zahra and Alyssa bump fists.

RAJ: Alright then, we’ve got our plans! Zahra, I trust you know the kinda stuff we’ll need. Operation Epic Feast is a go!

As the group turns to head back down the stairs, the sound of pounding footsteps makes them pause. Craig emerges, a massive grin on his face.

CRAIG: Heard somethin’ about a bar crawl? ‘Sup, Raj?

RAJ: Craig!

ZAHRA: Ugh. Please go away.

ALYSSA: You in, Craig?

CRAIG: Hells yeah!

ZAHRA: No, he’s not.

IAN: Wait, what’s the problem? The more the merrier, right?

Craig and Zahra look at each other awkwardly. Zahra sighs.

ZAHRA: ...No problem. Fine. Let’s just go.

[MONTAGE]

The four of them enter the ballroom, scooping up some expensive champagne and everyone except Ian tasting a bit. Then they head up to a bar in the fifth floor lounge, mixing up a few drinks in the process; even Ian joins in this time. He smiles and toasts with the others.

IAN: You know, ‘Lyss, I’m not always an “obnoxious tight-ass.”

ALYSSA (smiling): Guess you can be pretty cool. Once in a while.

CRAIG: Let’s drink to that!

They continue on to the pool bar and the minibar behind the front desk, getting progressively tipsier each time, before finally stopping in front of a room marked “V.I.P. Lounge.”

[END MONTAGE]

CRAIG: Let’s. Break. Down. This. Door!

Craig rams his whole body against the door, but to no effect.

CRAIG: Hey, why won’t it let me in? This door’s... a dick.

ZAHRA: Cuz you’re not a V.I.P., dumbass. Unless that stands for... Vomiting... Idiot... Poo-head.

Alyssa and Ian double over in laughter.

CRAIG (sarcastically): Wow. Sick burn, Z. Really got me with that one.

Zahra kneels down by the keypad and examines it.

ZAHRA: Pfft. What kinda amateur shit is this? Watch and learn, y’all!

IAN: Uh, are you... you sure this is the best-great-best idea? You’re kinda drunk...

ALYSSA (giggling): So are you! Oh my god, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you drunk!

IAN: You have too! Remember that one time when... at Hartfeld last year... our 21st?

Alyssa breaks down into a fit of giggles.

ALYSSA: Yes! How the hell could I forget?! Back when you were still fun... dork-face.

IAN (laughing): I’m still fun, you, uh... double dork-face.

Craig walks up behind the twins and wraps an arm around each of them.

CRAIG: Y’all, you two dudes are pretty cool.

Zahra taps various wires together while muttering to herself. Finally, the door opens.

ZAHRA: Hell yeah, slap my ass and call me Snape, because I just worked some magic!

Everyone stares at her blankly.

ZAHRA: ...Tell anyone I said that, and you’re dead.

The four of them walk into the V.I.P. lounge. Dazzling lights sparkle in the ceiling, and a beautiful water fountain bubbles in the center of the room. At the far end sits a bar. ‘90s hip-hop blasts from the speakers.

CRAIG: Oh whaaaaat? This place is lit! Why are we not tearing it down every night?

ZAHRA: Because I can think of a million better ways to spend my time than watching your sweaty ass.

CRAIG: Pfft. You’re just jealous of my moves.

Craig does a little dance. It is not impressive.

ZAHRA (slurring): Alright! I got this!

Zahra steps unsteadily toward the bar and flops down onto a couch. Alyssa stumbles into a seat beside her.

IAN: ...And I’m stuck being the responsible one. Totally called it.

He walks unsteadily over to the bar and starts searching through the bottles.

IAN: Hey, Zahra? Or anybody? Is this a good one to grab?

He holds up a bottle of Macallan. Zahra whistles.

ZAHRA: Damn. Hell yeah!

ALYSSA: My brother... is a goddamn genius...

IAN: Can I get that in, like, writing?

Craig pulls out a cheese tray from somewhere, raising it over his head and singing the “Item Get” tune from Zelda off-key.

CRAIG (singing): Craig found a cheese tray!

IAN: Wait, Craig, that cheese might be old, you should probably-

Craig wolfs the cheese into his mouth. Ian facepalms.

IAN: ...Never mind.

ZAHRA: Don’t bother. Craig’s a human garbage disposal. One time freshman year, he ate a chocolate bar he found in a hot tub...

ALYSSA: Wait, are you serious? You gotta tell me more!

ZAHRA: Okay, so, this dude told him...

As the two girls talk, Ian looks for more bottles of Macallan when he notices a half-drunk glass of whiskey sitting at the bar.

IAN: Huh. That’s weird.

CRAIG: What’s weird, bro? That that whiskey ain’t been drunk yet? Cuz that’s a real problem--

IAN: No, wait. Hang on.

As Craig picks up the glass and downs the rest of the whiskey, Ian examines the piece of paper that the glass had been sitting on. On the paper, with impeccable penmanship, is written the words “Satellite Uplink Activation Code” and a series of random numbers. Ian pockets the paper for later, then walks over to where Alyssa and Zahra lay sprawled out on the couch, asleep.

IAN: ‘Lyss. Hey. Wake up.

ALYSSA (groggily): Wha? Huh? Wasn’t me! Ian did it!

IAN: Come on, sis. Let’s get you to your own bed; there’s a feast tonight...

ALYSSA: Blehhhhh...

Ian manages to haul Alyssa to her feet as Craig does the same for Zahra. Together, the four of them hobble off, stumbling and giggling.

Next Scene: United They Stand

Tag List: @brightpinkpeppercorn @mysteli @edgydepressedchoicesthot @bbaba-yagaa @endlesshero1122 @endlessly-searching-for-you

#endless summer the unofficial screenplay #endless summer #choices stories you play #endless summer rewrite #fanfic #ciu project #alyssa czasa #ian czasa #raj bhandarkar #diego soto #quinn kelly #craig hsiao #zahra namazi #zahra x craig #craig does a little dance it is not impressive #slap my ass and call me snape #vomiting idiot poo-head

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owlsshadows · 6 years

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OiSuga Week Day 4 - aug 23rd: summer festival / team swap

Convince Me (part 4)

When Oikawa suddenly appears at Karasuno after school to ask Sugawara out, the latter has one condition: Oikawa has to convince him of the sincerity of his feelings.

Read on AO3 or down below (Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3)

“Buy me a candy apple,” Oikawa says.

He doesn’t use any sing-song in his voice, no fluttering eyelashes, not even a stupidly dashing smile.

He doesn’t need to.

His flat tone, accompanied by his bored look should be at least a little disheartening. Still, he looks so stunning in his yukata, with a festival mask on top of his head, like someone who’s freshly stepping out of a commercial or some drama – and Sugawara’s poor heart can barely take it. It’s hard enough, the life of a freshman med student, even without the burden that a beautiful boyfriend is. Sleep-deprived and dragged to a summer festival against his will, it takes everything within him not to take Oikawa by the hand and pull him back to the dormitory to the softness of his bed. He would even help Oikawa to wrap him out of his yukata. Gladly.

Yet, he suffers. Because there are certain moments that it’s just impossible to say no to Oikawa. Because, in fact, most moments are like this.

“Ugh,” Sugawara shrugs, looking at Oikawa with mild disgust on his face. “And then take you to the dentist if you break a tooth?”

“Don’t make it sound as if I were the weird one,” Oikawa pouts. “I’ve never met anyone who hated apples before.”

“Here I am,” Sugawara says. “They are sour. And the skin is too waxy. And the texture is just so weirdly crispy. It gives me the chills.”

“If you say so,” Oikawa nods. “You don’t have to eat it. Just buy me one.”

“You promise you won’t break a tooth?” Sugawara asks, honest worry in his tone.

“I’ve never had any issues with my teeth, Suga-chan. Not even cavity,” Oikawa laughs, pulling Sugawara in a half hug. “Anyway, you’re not studying to become a dentist, so you don’t need to worry too much for my teeth.”

“Sorry but I do worry,” Sugawara mumbles into Oikawa’s arm, pushing at it softly, wiggling himself into a more comfortable position while still maintaining contact. “It doesn’t matter if it’s your teeth or your heart or your knee.”

He feels Oikawa’s hold to go rigid at the mention of his knee – the knee that needs special attention, that comes back at the worst moments to remind Oikawa that he is, after all, a mere human. The knee that makes Sugawara consider specializing in orthopedics.

He squeezes his boyfriend’s shoulder reassuringly.

“Call it the eagerness of a med student, I can’t help it. It’s your health and I care,” he says.

A fresh blush blooms on Oikawa’s face. He says nothing, but his eyes widen, his nostrils flare up with the big breath he takes and he bites down on his lower lip. Sugawara has been dating Oikawa for enough time now – little more than half a year, if he counts it from the very beginning when Oikawa first asked him out – to know what this means.

Oikawa’s trying to suppress a squeal.

This level of cute should be illegal especially for someone Oikawa’s height, Sugawara thinks powerless.

“Okay. You get your apple,” he says before he could stop himself, common sense dying at the altar of Oikawa’s charm.

Sugawara shakes his head softly and reaching for Oikawa’s hand he starts to pull his boyfriend. The edges Oikawa’s lips curl up; his eyes relax back to a half-mast.

“Even if you worry for my health?” he teases but his voice is full of adoration and the look in his eyes, against all his efforts, looks more sappy than smoldering.

“You want it, no?” Sugawara says, eyes scanning their environment, searching intently for a stall selling the candy. In the cavalcade of people and colorful little booths standing in a slightly disorderly line, Sugawara relies on his sharper than average eyes to read the signs. He sees places selling cotton candy, corn, choco bananas, sweet little tarts, takoyaki, ramen… and then he spots it, towards the farthermost stalls, the sign that’s undoubtedly apple-shaped.

“This damn thing is getting more and more expensive every year,” he murmurs, mostly to himself. Still, Oikawa seems to have heard it, for he is pausing in his steps.

“You don’t have to, if you hate it so much.”

“You want it, no?” Sugawara repeats, this time staring straight back at his boyfriend.

Oikawa’s cheeks turn pink again. His eyes, warm and clear, reflect the colors of the small paper lanterns around them.

“I do.”

“If you feel bad, you can pay me back by buying takoyaki later,” Sugawara flashes a wide smile, bumping the yukata wearing idiot in the shoulder.

“I don’t feel bad,” Oikawa argues rubbing his shoulder as if he’s really hurt.

“Good. You’ll still buy takoyaki I hope?” Sugawara asks back, winking – and it’s weird because he knows that his winks are not the greatest, they are slightly crooked and sometimes he even winks with both eyes accidentally; but it has an effect on Oikawa that beats everything else.

The taller boy melts and whimpers as he leans into the side of Sugawara, burying his face in Sugawara’s hair. He twists their interlinked hands, entwining his fingers between Sugawara’s and pressing their palms flash against each other.

Despite their difference in height, their hands are almost the same size, fitting perfectly together. While Sugawara’s is warm and a little dry, Oikawa’s is sweaty. Sugawara found it strange at first – for the always impeccable Oikawa to have sweaty hands. Later, he found it just convenient. That little stickiness he had to his hand made holding them all the better.

And now, Sugawara can’t get enough of it.

Holding those hands that can send a ball flying with such velocity that leaves even the enemy team in awe, unable to touch his serve – and being held by them in such a soft, delicate way makes his heart pound loud in his chest.

For Oikawa to fall for him is a mystery he may never come to understand. But he can’t say thanks enough to his own past self, who, contrary to all his insecurities and doubts, still gave Oikawa a chance. That one past Sugawara who challenged Oikawa to convince him of the sincerity of his intentions may just have made the best decision in the entirety of Sugawara’s life.

“I will get you the best takoyaki in town,” Oikawa replies way belated, humming into Sugawara’s ear before pressing his lips to Sugawara’s temple. “I swear.”

“Good. I wouldn’t settle for any mediocre food.”

“I know just this place; they have a stall set up here as well.”

“I believe you,” Sugawara hums, tone teasing.

“Did I ever disappoint?” Oikawa asks back, playing hurt in his pride, raising his free hand to place it theatrically over his heart.

“Well, there was a time I was sure you were suave…”

“You’re implying I’m not.”

“Tooru, I hate to break it to you…”

“Suga-chan, you’re so mean! I thought you love me.”

“I do.”

“Hah! Who would believe you now?” Oikawa turns away, pulling his hand out of Sugawara’s hold with feigned anger.

Sugawara stops him mid-movement, grasping his hand hard and pulling it up to his lips to breathe a kiss on it.

“You?” he asks.

Oikawa’s reply is some indecipherable mumbling, out of which the only words Sugawara catches are “embarrassing” and “idiot”.

It makes Sugawara grin shortly, before he leans up to hook the festival mask off of Oikawa’s head. He uses it as a shield hiding them from the festival crowd as he raises to his tiptoes to press a kiss on the lips of Oikawa.

“Damn you,” Oikawa says. “You can’t even imagine how long I’ve been wanting to kiss you, and now you beat me to it.”

“At least something I win,” Sugawara replies. “Though you have to know it has been really hard on me too, resisting to drag you back to the flat as soon as I saw you all togged up.”

“Yeah,” Oikawa says, lids already half closed as he leans down for another kiss. “You certainly could have kissed me before, you know.”

“Now, you’re the one who’s complaining? I’ve been dragged out on my day off, to do what?”

“Get me a candy apple.”

“Apples are atrocious.”

“So is your social life since uni started,” Oikawa remarks, grabbing Sugawara by the hand and marching confidently over to the stall with the apple sign. “That’s why I decided to drag you out.”

“You can’t really call a date socializing,” Sugawara argues. “Especially if we could just hang out in the dorms. Watch a movie. Order some food.”

“It’s not a date,” Oikawa shakes his head, pulling Sugawara past the stall where candy apples are sold to arrive at a small, familiar sign standing before the next booth.

It’s of the restaurant Tanaka’s sister, Saeko works at.

“You can’t have…” Sugawara starts, before someone throws themselves against him at full speed.

“Suga-saaan!” comes an excited shriek from stomach level in a voice that’s undoubtedly Nishinoya’s.

From behind the stall, his fellow Karasuno members line out all in a bunch – Hinata jumps high in the air yelling his name, Daichi and Asahi comes at him with arms open for a hug. Kageyama and Tsukishima appear to be bickering over something, only stopping their argument for the sake of greeting him. Tanaka, Ennoshita, Kinoshita and Narita start singing. Yamaguchi and Yachi come out carrying a cake. Lastly, Kiyoko and Saeko appears pushing a small rolling table with knife, forks and plates on it.

Sugawara stands in awe under the pile of Karasuno kids, hugging and squeezing the air out of him. In the crushing hold of all five now third year players he can barely turn his head, but Oikawa still catches his glance, rose dusting his face in an instant.

His voice gets lost in the cacophony of Hinata, Noya and Tanaka speaking over each other, Kageyama shouting something at Tsukishima, Daichi’s attempt to pacify them, and the crackling of the first fireworks starting to bloom on the dusty gray sky.

He can still read the words from Oikawa’s lips, red and plump: “Happy birthday”.

#oisuga week #haikyuu!!#oisuga #oikawa tooru #sugawara koushi #fanfiction #hilsstuff #ghhhhh i'm late #i had such a hectic 2 days in a row #had absolutely no time writing and before you ask no i've never heard about preparing beforehand #i'm a prime procrastinator #also i was working on some other stuff coming up soon #also some older stuff will have new chapter #s #yay #too many tags #this story is super sappy

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themurphyzone · 7 years

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Oneshot: The Real Superpower of Teamwork!

Yes, the title of this is taken from Sonic Heroes in all its cheesy glory. I’ve been meaning to write something with Brick and Savannah and I finally got inspiration!

“If you hadn’t stood there and gaped like an idiot at that ham dinosaur, the pistachios would’ve been fine!” Brick ranted, pacing around the room. “You know what? Now that I think about it, if you hadn’t been so quick to report those bozos to Mr. Block, we could’ve defused the situation without him putting us on pistachio duty!”

Savannah was far more concerned with the nail file in her hand. “You can think?” she asked dryly. “Shocker.”

“At least I don’t tattletale on people even if they completely deserve it!” Brick retorted.

“Tattletale?” Savannah scoffed. “What are you, five? Oh wait. I don’t want to insult five year olds.”

A light buzz from the large monitor interrupted their argument. Savannah furiously hit a red button on the panel to turn it on. Mr. Block appeared on the screen, frowning more than usual.

Well, he was always frowning. So most people didn’t see a difference. Either way, he was the type to suck all sunshine and rainbows out of the room with his presence.

And maybe kick a few puppies while he was at it.

“We have an emergency,” Mr. Block grunted.

Well, second thoughts after a week was better than nothing.

Brick adjusted his bow tie smugly. Savannah wished a truck would smack that stupid smirk off his face. “I’m glad, sir. Who requires diplomatic assistance?”

“Nobody. The Board decided that the agents will have to attend an all day seminar on teamwork,” Mr. Block growled. “The session begins at 9 am tomorrow in the Future Convention Center. Be there or else I’ll remove you both from pistachio duty....”

Well, they could just blow it off then. Savannah didn’t care. She could use a spa day.

“...and put you on chimney cleaning duty.”

Goodbye spa day.

“Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to message Concord and Ohio. I’d like the few moments of peace I get before I have to call those idiots.”

The Future Convention Center was ‘a state of the art, taxpayer-funded facility which encouraged progress in science and the arts’.

At least, that’s what they said.

Most people tended to leave out the part that it was created from the shell of a haunted football stadium.

The memo specified that field equipment wouldn’t be needed, so Savannah had stored her shield, watches, grappling gun, and jewelry inside a locker at the Bureau. She felt so much lighter now that she didn’t have to carry around all that junk.

She was waved through the metal detector with no issues.

Unfortunately, she had to wait on Brick, who set off the metal detectors ten times and counting as he tried to smuggle his equipment past security.

“Brick! Just empty your pockets!” she yelled impatiently. “What were you doing in the Bureau earlier while I was in the locker room?”

Brick shrugged as best he could while security grew fed up and took him aside for a full body pat-down. “They finally had an instant coffee machine installed so I took full advantage. I don’t function if I don’t have caffeine.”

Savannah thought Brick’s brain never functioned in general.

The security team confiscated a total of five laser watches, three tasers, a Nokia, and a grappling gun from Brick’s person. Everything was tossed on the large pile of stuff that had been taken as Brick went through the metal detectors.

“We would’ve been in already if you’d read the memo,” Savannah muttered.

“We could’ve snuck past security if you hadn’t taken so long in the Bureau,” Brick shot back.

The day had barely started and she was already regretting her life choices.

There was a distinct lack of Cavendish and Dakota. As the inspirational speaker talked about friendship and teamwork and some other junk, Savannah scanned the audience for them.

Then that thought was discarded when Mr. Block and his assistant, Gretchen, plopped down in the seats next to her. “What are you doing here?” Savannah asked.

Mr. Block sighed heavily. “Supervising officers were also required to attend. Unfortunately.” He tossed a crumpled up ball of notebook paper on her lap.

Savannah glared at him for the blatant disrespect. Sulking, she unfolded the paper to reveal a neatly written note from Cavendish.

We will not be in attendance due to unforeseen circumstances. Give my regards to the Bureau.

-Cavendish

Then Savannah saw the bottom portion, which was written in a messy scrawl.

Soy milk, grapes, frozen mozzarella sticks, wait this is the note Cavendish was sending ignore this part!

-Dakota

She never thought she’d be envious of those two. She made a mental note to ask how they blew off Bureau company events with such practiced ease.

Finally, the inspirational speaker finished and they broke off into groups.

Savannah was definitely not going to survive being on a team that included Brick and Mr. Block. She withheld judgment on Gretchen for now.

Tortured through elementary school field day events. They were getting downright diabolical.

A mud pit and a long rope. Perfect. Just perfect.

This was not the type of dirty work listed in her job description.

The instructor wrote something on a clipboard. His overly cheery T-shirt was ridiculous. Bureau employees should always have at least have some level of class.

She counted Cavendish and Dakota under ‘time traveling janitors’, so they didn’t qualify.

“Welcome to your first team building exercise!” he exclaimed. “My name is Carlos and I’m sure we’ll be able to salvage your professional relationship with your assigned partner. So to start off, we’ll begin with tug o’war. Best out of three wins!”

Best out of three rock-paper-scissors would’ve preserved some of her dignity.

“The rules are simple,” Carlos said.

Savannah rolled her eyes at the pointless explanation. They knew what the objective was.

“But there’s one additional rule. The partner in front must sing ‘What’s gonna work?’ and the partner in back sings ‘teamwork’ back. This will help synchronize you!”

“Hold it! Since when do we have to sing?” Brick complained. “I didn’t sign up for this!”

She had lost her taste for spontaneous singing and dancing when she witnessed Dakota’s...interesting rendition of the Bohemian Rhapsody at the karaoke night years ago.

“There was nothing in the memo about singing,” Savannah added.

Carlos shrugged. “The Board didn’t want us to put that bit in because they actually wanted people to show up.”

Maybe she could file an appeal with a federal court and claim the Board was enforcing cruel and unusual punishment.

“But enough talking! Let’s begin!” Carlos exclaimed. Savannah beat Brick to the back end of the rope, leaving him to grumble as he took he took the front end. If they lost, she could at least land on Brick and minimize the amount of mud on her clothes. On the other side, Mr. Block ordered Gretchen to take the front. “Go!”

Savannah tugged hard, feeling the rope tighten in her grasp. She took a step back, the rope sliding towards their end. Mr. Block and Gretchen should have been no match for field agents, being stuck behind desk jobs all day.

But it appeared they had some level of physical prowess, since the rope pulled towards them. Her feet slid forward.

“Brick! Pull harder!” Savannah hissed.

“I’m pulling as hard as I can!” Brick grunted.

“I don’t hear singing from either side!” Carlos called.

“What’s gonna work?” Gretchen said flatly.

“Winning and not dying no matter how much we want to,” Mr. Block responded.

Knowing it was a losing battle, Savannah decided to take this loss gracefully and dropped the rope, allowing Brick to plop in the mud pit by himself. “You did that on purpose!” Brick spat out a glob of mud, wheezing from the impact.

Savannah shrugged. “Can’t prove it though.”

“Gretchen, can you tell them why they lost?” Carlos asked.

Gretchen adjusted her glasses. “Because Newton’s Third Law dictates that for every action there is an equal and opposite reaction.”

“Nope!” Carlos shook his head. “It’s because they didn’t sing the teamwork song!”

“I refuse,” Savannah said. “I’ll take the losses now. Call me when the next event comes along.” She sat on a nearby bench and watched everyone but Gretchen proceed to make fools of themselves.

Ten minutes later, Carlos was wiping mud off his hair. “Well, I’d say that was successful! Feeling closer yet?”

Brick glared at him. “I was dropped into the mud pit twice because she bailed on me! How is that supposed to help?”

“Better you than me,” Mr. Block said, wiping a very miniscule amount of mud off his uniform.

Gretchen toweled herself off, not seeming to care about the situation at all.

“Moving on!” Carlos clapped his hands eagerly. Savannah stood up, ignoring the death glare Brick leveled at her. “For the second event, each of you will learn the value of teamwork and cooperation. This way we can prevent strife within the organization and behave civilly towards our coworkers!”

It better not be another field day event, Savannah thought.

“You’ll be playing Mario Party!”

Certain scenes have been cut from the story because the Bureau of Time Travel wishes to cover up the carnage that ensued because some idiots fought over who got to pick Yoshi. No details shall be given about the actual game. The author has been sworn to secrecy or else be forced to listen to the 10 hour version of the Meow Mix commercial.

We apologize for the inconvenience.

Carlos had been sent to therapy immediately following the disastrous game of Mario Party. Poor naive man had to live with the consequences for the rest of his days.

Savannah developed an opinion on Gretchen: ruthless, unforgiving, and Mr. Block was child’s play compared to her efficiency. How she was only an assistant was anyone’s guess.

Without a spare instructor, there was nobody to lead them on team-building exercises, so Savannah and Brick hightailed it out of there as quickly as possible.

On the bright side, Savannah didn’t have to put up with Brick complaining about his stuff getting confiscated anymore.

#milo murphy's law #brick and savannah #bureau of time travel #mr.block #fanfiction

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thrashff · 7 years

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Commercial Break

Title: Commercial Break

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader (P.A. AU)

(You can check out the first chapter of P.A. here!)

Word Count: 7,000~

Synopsis: You and Min Yoongi have been best friends since you were kids, and freshman year of college finds him camping out in your tiny apartment, working on his demo as you work and go to classes. Maybe it’s the heat, but you start talking about regrets, and how he wants to take away one of yours.

A/N: I’m not even done with P.A. but BestFriend!Yoongi was killing me and swerving my bias! *sobs* I couldn’t help myself! Their banter pretty much writes itself, and I really love Soft! and DirtyTalking!Yoongi. My first attempt at smut in a very long time, so comments would be appreciated. My inbox is open for requests! Please enjoy!

It’s a hot summer evening that finds you sprawled on the floor of your tiny dorm room, slowly melting into the floor, lost in your thoughts as your eyes follow the rotations of the ceiling fan above you.

“Yah,” Yoongi, your best friend since childhood, complains, stepping out of the shower in just his boxers, running a towel through his hair and startling you into losing count. “How is it possible that I just got out of the bath and I’m already sweating? The sun isn’t even out anymore and it still feels like noon!”

You brush off your annoyance and start again. “We’re going to die,” you sigh.

You see him move from the corner of your eye as he takes a seat on the floor next to you. “What are you doing on the floor? You look like a corpse.”

“I wish I was. Now be quiet, I’m trying to absorb the coolness of the earth,” you respond.

“This room is on the fifth floor,” he points out.

“Close enough,” you mutter.

“Also, the core of the earth is actually, like, scorching hot, so what you’re doing is counterproductive,” he says, sounding like a total swot.

You growl and glance at him, an insult on the tip of your tongue, but instead you smack him in the knee, shielding your eyes with the back of your other hand. “For fuck’s sake, Yoongs, put on a shirt! Your whiteness is blinding!”

“It’s too hot to wear a shirt,” he complains, leaning back on his arms. The action causes the muscles of his torso to flex, showing off his collarbone, and you groan at the sight and rub your face. You love him like a brother, you really do, but you hate when he walks around the apartment like this. It had been getting harder and harder for you to mediate the little boy you knew to the man you were suddenly seeing, and it was making you uncomfortable.

“What time are you going to cook dinner?” he asks.

“There’s instant noodles in the cupboard and leftover pizza in the fridge. Take your pick,” you tell him, waving a hand towards your tiny kitchen.

He kicks you in the leg. “It’s too hot for noodles. I want real food,” he whines.

You sit up and glare at him, blowing the fringe out of your face and failing because your hair is stuck to your sweaty forehead. “We’re too broke for real food, Yoongs. Eat what’s here or starve, dealer’s choice.”

He sighs. “This is pathetic. I don’t know how things got so bad.” He tosses his head back, closing his eyes. “Everything after high school was supposed to be fun, you know? Not you and me starving in a tiny dorm room.”

You reach out and touch his knee, rubbing small circles into it to comfort him. “It hasn’t even been a year since we left, Yoong. Things will get better, you’ll see.”

He blinks at you, expression, as usual, completely blank. “I know, I know. I just… I wish things were different.”

“Low is the man who knows not how great a gift the present is,” you reprimand, wagging your finger at him.

“Who said that?” he asks, raising an eyebrow.

“The great and powerful me,” you grin. At his poker face, you let out a noise of complaint. “Oh come on, Yoongs. Regrets, wishing shit was different. It doesn’t change anything.” With anyone else, this choice of conversation would alarm you, but you’re so used to his moodiness and his brain’s ability to jump from one thing to another without preamble that almost nothing strikes you as weird anymore.

“So no matter what we could have done, we would still end up here, sweating to death, poor as dirt?” he says sarcastically.

“Yes, but at least we’re young and beautiful. Our corpses will be the envy of all the other dead.”

He laughs and kicks at your leg playfully again. “You are such a ray of fucking sunshine.”

“Speaking of sunshine, turn off the lights will you? I feel like it’s just making the room hotter,”

Yoongi stands to comply, and you move to sit on the double bed you share, thumbing through your phone. He joins you, using the light of your phone to navigate through your shared and extremely cluttered space, before flopping against the pillows and reaching out to draw random patterns on your back. “Whatcha doin?” he sing-songs lazily.

“AHA!” you exclaim in triumph, finally choosing a playlist. Tycho filters through the speakers by your bedside, and you toss your phone aside. With your screen off, the only source of light left is the ambient light of the city outside. “See, doesn’t the room feel colder already?”

Yoongi seems to consider it for a moment before nodding. “Yeah, you’re right. The lights helped.”

You smirk at him even though you can barely see his face in the dim, thinking that having the lights off served the double purpose of cooling the room and sparing you from having to look at him half-naked. You scuttle over until you’re next to him on the bed. You bully a pillow away from him and lie back, your shoulders pressed together but still careful not to get too close to him because of the heat.

“Hey Yoongs, what’s your biggest fear?”

“This. Right here, right now, being stuck in this room with you for the rest of our meaningless lives,” he deadpans, and you nudge him in the shoulder.

“You’re no fun. C’mon, indulge me.”

“You are so weird. Are you on your period?” You punch him in the arm, and he yelps and reaches up to massage the spot. “Oh, sorry, that’s right, you’re a fucking sociopath even when you’re not on it, getting off on people’s fear and shit. My mistake.”

You sigh. “I hate you,” you mutter, shifting to your side to face him, squinting your eyes to adjust to the lack of light. “It’s just… I was in psych class this morning and we were discussing how people reveal their true selves during situations of extreme duress. Like, during a terrorist attack, for example.” At this point, Yoongi turns and faces you, folding an arm under his head. You chew on your lip for a moment before you continue. “Some people stand up and fight, while other people crumble. Some people revel in the chaos, and others band together.

“I was just wondering how I would react in that situation, is all. Like, in a situation where I’m scared to death. If I would fight or flee.”

“Y/N,” Yoongi says quietly, and you look up to meet his eyes, obsidian orbs oddly luminous in the half-light. “You’ve been in situations that have scared you to death. I think you’ve safely proven that you would fight,”

You let out an incoherent grumble at his words. “That’s different. What happened was an accident. I’m talking about, I dunno, a situation that’s someone else’s fault. Like, if you were stuck on a plane that’s about to crash or something.”

“Has the heat gotten to your head?” he asks seriously, leaning over and pressing a hand to your forehead to check your temperature.

“Blame something else for the way I am, Min Yoongi. I dare you,” you growl. You smile with satisfaction when he rolls his eyes and pulls his hand away.

“I just don’t get the difference, Y/N,” he insists, shaking his head at you. “Your accident was also out of your control. But okay,” he sighs. “I’ll play. If I were stuck on a plane that’s about to crash… well, there’s really nothing I could do, right? I’d probably jump out. At least that way I die on my own terms, and not in fear.”

You nod, accepting his answer. “Would you wanna call anyone one last time?”

“I’d call my mom and dad. Talk to Min Holy.”

You laugh and nudge him in the shoulder. “You would spend your last call listening to your dog bark?”

He chuckles. “Hey, you asked and that’s my answer. Who would you call?”

“You, probably,” you admit. “My parents would be fine, you know? They’d get over my death.”

He leans over and starts to poke you hard in the ribs. “And you think I wouldn’t, huh? You think you’re that important to me, you punk?”

“No,” you laugh, slapping his hands away. You finally grab his wrist and hold it tightly, pinning it against your side. “No, you idiot. I just meant, well, I wouldn’t want you to be sad, that’s all. Hearing your voice would make me brave. Help me prepare for the inevitable.”

He hums, considering your answer. “Would you have any regrets?” he asks you.

“Wow, you’re really stuck on this regret stuff, aren’t you?”

He makes a face. “No. I mean, yeah. I guess.”

“Are you regretting leaving home?” you prod gently, voice low.

He shakes his head almost automatically. “No, not at all. I just, I wonder if I should have gone to school like you. Gone for the whole shebang: class, friends, parties. All that normal crap.”

“Instead you’re stuck living with me off instant noodles. I can see where you feel like your life has gone terribly wrong,” you comment dryly, and he pinches your waist with the hand that’s pinned to your side.

“You’re such a drama queen,” he accuses. “But sometimes I see you and I get jealous,” he admits, an edge to his voice you haven’t heard very often. “I wonder what it would feel like to be normal, to want something other than music. Like, who I would be if I didn’t have this fucking need to make music, to make it big.”

“You’re too smart for school; it would bore the life out of you,” you tell him adamantly. “Besides, normal is different from mediocre, which is everything you’re not. Whatever the circumstances, you’d still be Min Yoongi. I think that’s the great part about it. That you get to choose to be this version of yourself.”

“I guess,” he relents. “How about you?” He taps you with the hand now wrapped around your ribs, and the action makes you feel smaller for some reason. “Any regrets? Like taking me in and letting me mooch off you?”

“Of course not,” you snap, glaring at him. “I would have gone crazy by now if you weren’t here.”

“Cute,” he complains, scrunching his nose at you.

You sigh, pushing your face into your pillow. “I guess my only regret is losing it to my ex.”

“Ah, He Who Must Not Be Named,” he nods sagely.

“He isn’t Lord Voldemort,” you laugh.

“He’s evil, isn’t he?” he counters.

You bite your lip. “It wasn’t that. It’s just… girls are different, okay? We dream about our first times, how we hope it will be. I know romance is a foreign concept to you, but it does exist for other people.”

“Ro…man…ce?” Yoongi repeats, pitching his voice around to sound dumb. “Like, people from Rome?” You punch him in the chest, and he laughs. “Okay, okay. Romance, as in not the ancient civilization. What, like candle light and rose petals and shit?”

You shake your head, starting to get annoyed. “Why am I not surprised,” you mutter under your breath. “I’m talking about romance to someone whose first kiss was behind the dumpsters at school.”

“Hey!” he exclaims defensively. “She kissed me. I wanted something better for my first kiss too, you know!”

You giggle and pat him on the arm soothingly. “Okay, mister, whatever you say.”

“So…” he ventures after a few moments of silence. “How would you have wanted your first time to be like?”

You shrug. “No candles, because that’s a fire hazard, and rose petals would be weird. Like, what if they get into the wrong places?”

“Do you take nothing seriously?” he complains.

“Not even life,” you counter with a grin, and he nudges you again. “Okay, fine. I guess to just feel like the person actually cared about me, you know?”

He looks like he’s mulling this over in his head. “Did you, you know…?”

“Cum?” you blurt out, and to your surprise you see his neck flush.

“Yeah,” he admits, his voice sounding like he’s gotten something stuck in his throat.

You shake your head slowly. “It was so painful,” you confess. “I kind of just wanted it to end.”

“That’s depressing,” he says dryly. “He was a dick. I know you’ve heard this from me before but I do wish you had picked someone better. I would have wanted you to have good memories, you know? It’s a big deal.” He glances at you, then clears his throat and adds, “To some people. I guess.”

“Like you?” you hedge, and his ears turn red. “Who would you want your first time to be with?” you prod, swallowing your laughter.

He flips onto his back and stares at the ceiling, pulling his hand away from you. For a second you mourn the loss of the comfortable weight on your body and your brow furrows, but you banish the thought. All this talk about sex was just getting to you, you tell yourself.

“I don’t know. I think I’d want it to be with someone who genuinely cares about me, too. You know me, Y/N. I’d probably say and do all the wrong things afterwards, probably even during, so it would be nice if she didn’t stress me out about it. Someone who knows me well enough to understand how I am, and that I’m not good at expressing my feelings. It’s like, I shouldn’t have to constantly tell someone I love them. Isn’t once enough?”

“Careful, Yoongs, your dysfunction is showing,” you tease.

He glances at you and then rolls his eyes. “You know what I mean,” he mutters sullenly. “Sex is a natural thing. You should be comfortable with the person you’re doing it with—not self-conscious or insecure.”

You nod your agreement.

“I’d want it to be with someone who’s a friend first instead of a lover,” he concludes, finding the right words.

“What, like me?” you joke, and instantly regret the words coming out of your mouth as his shoulders stiffen next to you. You smack yourself mentally.

“Yeah,” he finally says. “Why not? I could do worse.”

At that, you sit up and grab the pillow you’re lying on to hit him in the face with it. “Excuse me, you should be so lucky!” you yell.

He laughs and grabs the pillow away from you, tucking it under his head. “Why are you so violent?” he demands. “Do you get off on hitting me?”

You huff and flop back down on the mattress, pillow-less, your arms crossed in front of your chest. “Because you’re an idiot and I’m the only one who keeps you in check. Everyone else might be too scared of you, Yoongi, but not me.”

“Really?” He props himself up on one elbow and looms over you, smirking. “You aren’t scared of me at all?”

You thrust your jaw out petulantly, meeting his gaze with a steely one of your own. “You’re as scrawny as a twig and you’re the color of snow. Tell me, who would be scared of that?” you say, poking a finger at him.

He gestures down at his shirtless torso, and you blush at the sight of his toned chest and abs. “Really? Judging by how red your face is, it looks like this does intimidate you, just a little.”

You reach out and push him hard in the shoulder, shoving his face away from yours, and he cackles. “And here I was, about to agree with you about losing your virginity to a friend!” you sigh dramatically. “Our first agreement, Yoongi. It would have been a milestone! You had to go and nip it in the bud with your big fat mo-”

The big fat mouth you’re complaining about suddenly finds its way to yours in a bruising kiss, stealing the breath from your lungs. Your eyes go wide, taking in the sight of your best friend, the boy you share your earliest memories with, his eyes closed as he presses his lips to yours. His hand reaches back up to that spot on your ribcage, cold through the thin tank top you’re wearing. A small part of your brain wonders why this doesn’t feel more strange, why it doesn’t feel like you’re kissing your brother like you always thought it would, but a second later he pulls away from you, the dry skin on his lower lip sticking to yours just a little, and he’s panting hot breath into your face like he’s just gone running.

The action has struck you dumb, and you gape at him like a fish. He finally opens his dark eyes, and the desire you see in them makes your thighs clench and your stomach flip.

“If you could do it over,” he says, voice barely louder than a whisper. “Would you?”

Without any hesitation, you nod.

“And would you want it to be with me?” he prompts, moving his hand up to caress your neck, his thumb tracing the line of your jaw.

You swallow the lump in your throat, wondering how he’s capable of this, of rendering you suddenly speechless and immobile, with the simple action of touching your skin. His eyes search your face, as if trying to memorize your expression, before finally resting on your parted lips, pink with the force of his kiss. His thumb moves and brushes over your lower lip lightly.

“Y/N,” he says, and you don’t think you’ve ever heard him say your name that way—with so much longing that it looks like it’s physically hurting him to say it. “We can’t take away the past and all the memories that come with it,” he says quietly. “But what if we could make new memories to replace the old ones?

“What if,” he gulps, and meets your eyes. “What if we could pretend?”

You finally find your voice and shake your head. “That’s such a cop out, Yoongi,” you say forcefully. “This, you and me-” you motion between your chest and his, mere inches apart, “has always been and will always be real. I don’t want to pretend anything.”

The tense expression on his face softens at that. “You know that I’m an atheist, right?”

You nod, unsure where he’s going with the sudden change in topic.

“But sometimes…” He caresses your cheek softly. “Sometimes you make me believe that god exists.”

Your chest hitches at his words, and unbidden tears spring to your eyes. “Yah, so fucking corny,” Yoongi complains, pulling away from you and sitting up, rubbing his own eyes with the back of his hand. “Sorry,” he mumbles. “Must have been possessed by a demon or something,”

You chuckle and sit up as well, automatically wrapping your arms around his shoulders from behind. “Well, that explains you kissing me,” you joke.

“Been wanting to do that for a while, actually,” he admits, laughing a little at himself. “Weird, right?”

“The weirdest,” you agree, pressing your face into the spot between his shoulder blades, basking in the coolness of his skin.

His hand finds yours, lacing your fingers together as if it’s the most natural thing in the world. “Was it weird for you?” he asks quietly, sounding insecure.

Your heart skips a little beat, and you shake your head slightly. “A little? I don’t know. I just-” You sigh, and feel a little thrill as he shivers at the feel of your warm breath. You mull the thought over in your head for a second. “We learned to walk together. Learned to talk together. For fuck’s sake, I think we probably even discovered porn together.”

He barks a laugh at that. “Holy shit, I remember that. Your dad wouldn’t allow me back into your house for a month. I think he even consulted with an exorcist about the ‘little demon boy who was corrupting his precious daughter’.”

You laugh, recalling the memory. “And he only eased off you when my mum pointed out that the magazines we found were his,” you add.

“Fucking classic,” he declares. Silence wraps over the both of you like a blanket again, before he eventually ventures, “You were saying?”

“Well, before I was so rudely interrupted,” you chuckle, and he pinches your arm lightly. “I guess because we’ve gone through so many firsts together, it makes sense to do this together, too? I don’t know, Yoongs,” you sigh. “Is this really what you want?” Am I really what you want? you ask mentally, squeezing your eyes shut as your arms involuntarily tighten around him.

He turns, then, maneuvering you gently so that you’re lying against the pillows, him kneeling between your knees with his elbows propped on either side of your head. “Yes,” he breathes, low voice brought even lower. He brings his face closer, nose touching yours. “Fuck, yes.”

Heat pools in your lower belly at the sound of his voice, at his proximity, at the thought of your handsome, stupid, evil best friend whom you love unconfuckingditionally actually telling you all this, at the sight of him on his knees in front of you.

“Kiss me,” you dare him, and he complies without a second thought.

Compared to the first, this kiss is gentle, soothing, like balm on your rattled nerves. The thoughts and doubt bouncing through your head are brought to a standstill and your body floats into the ether, where nothing exists except the here and now, the point of contact between you that slowly starts to burn like a supernova as his mouth begins to move against yours.

His tongue darts out and swipes against your upper lip, asking for permission, and you gasp a little in surprise at the action. He takes advantage and deepens the kiss, his soft tongue exploring your mouth tentatively. His mouth is cold, like the rest of him, and the contrast with the humidity in the room is so stark that you can’t help but want more. You respond as best you can, your arms reaching out and wrapping around his neck to pull him closer.

He groans as you fist a hand in his hair, and you’re distantly glad that you hadn’t been able to talk him into that haircut because when you dare sneak a peek at his face, he looks so fucking handsome with his fringe hanging in front of his eyes like that that it takes your breath away.

“Y/N,” he moans, shifting his weight to a single arm as the other inches down your torso, fingers light against the sliver of skin on your hips where your shirt has ridden up. “Fuck,” he whispers, voice husky as you press light kisses on his cheek and on his jaw. “Do you have any idea what you do to me?”

“Tell me,” you say, and he presses his hips into yours so you can feel the hard length of him against the inside of your thigh.

“Is this enough?” he taunts. You hum your approval, taking his face in your hands and guiding his lips back to yours, devouring the space between the both of you because how dare it exist right now?

His hand pushes your shirt up even higher, and as his hands splay across your stomach you muster up the courage to bring your hands to his body, fingertips light as they explore the crevices of his torso, the lines of his stomach and the broad expanse of his shoulders. Where did these muscles even come from?, you wonder. When did the boy I knew turn into a man?

His hips grind into yours, his member impossibly hard against your core, and you feel a rush of wetness against the fabric of your underwear. Your cheeks burn a little at the sensation, but he banishes the thought away when his hand lowers to your hip, tracing the line of your shorts against your thigh. His fingers press against your entrance, and you buck and moan, instinctively moving your hips against the pressure there.

He chuckles, smiling darkly at you. “Eager, are we, love?”

You want to shove his hand away in embarrassment, or at least snap a witty retort back at him, but his fingers are rubbing against you and all that escapes you is a little whimper. He lowers his head, pressing a kiss against the shell of your ear before tracing his tongue along the edge of it. “Are you wet for me, princess?” he asks you huskily. “Do you want my fingers in your tight, wet cunt?”

His rubs the base of his palm against you, and you gasp. It quickly turns into a laugh, however, as his words sink into your lust-addled brain. “Did you really just say ‘cunt’? Actually, scratch that, did you just call me princess?” you say incredulously, and he hangs his head, chuckling at himself. He doesn’t, however, stop his ministrations.

“You really know how to kill the mood, huh?” he retorts, his fingers pushing the fabric of your shorts and underwear aside.

“What are you—oh!” You gasp as he pushes a finger into you, his palm continuing to grind against your clit. He nips at your neck, biting it lightly before laving the spot with his tongue.

“You were saying?” he says against your skin, tasting the salt of your sweat there.

“Fuck,” you whisper, running your hands down his sides and pressing your thumbs against the bones of his hips. “Fuck, Yoongi,”

“Say my name again,” he demands, and you comply, moaning his name into his ear as you bite his earlobe. “Shit,” he groans, sliding another finger into you, stretching you out. You startle a bit, expecting it to hurt but all that you feel is shiver upon shiver of pleasure as he starts to pump them into you. “You’re so wet, Y/N. Is this all for me?”

In retaliation to his taunting you dip your head down and kiss his neck, none too gently leaving a vicious hickey on the side of it as your right hand reaches lower and grasps him through the thin fabric of his boxers. It’s his turn to buck his hips against your hand, and you smirk victoriously against his lips as they crash onto yours.

He suddenly pulls away and flips onto his back, taking you with him. His hand leaves your pussy and you whine a little at the loss of contact, but he pushes you away from his body so you’re kneeling with his hips between your legs. “Too many clothes,” he complains. “Take them off.”

Your eyes flash at the demand, and he moves further back against the headboard, folding his arms behind his head like the cocky bastard that he is. “Please, princess?” he adds mockingly.

Your glare melts into a look of desire as you take in how good he looks sitting there in the half-light, wearing nothing but a smirk and his boxers, eyes dark as he stares you down. It doesn’t take long, however, for your insecurity to catch up. You finger the bottom of your shirt self-consciously, staring down at your hands.

“Stop thinking,” he suddenly says, eyes concerned as he watches you. “You don’t owe me or anybody else perfection,” he tells you, reminding you that regardless of the absurd situation you’ve found yourselves in, he’s still your best friend. Your heart clenches at the fact that he’s putting aside his own desires at the moment to reassure you. “You’re breathtaking the way you are,” he says adamantly, his eyes raking over you hungrily before they harden again into an expression you’re more familiar with. “But if you tell anyone I said I think you’re pretty, I’ll gut you like a fish.”

You smile sappily. “You think I’m pretty?” you repeat, tone teasing.

“Tch,” he scoffs, looking away.

You don’t know why but his absolute trainwreck of a pep talk works, and you take a deep, bracing breath and manage to pull your shirt up over your head, leaning back on your haunches as you sit there in your bra and denim shorts, waiting for his approval.

His eyes dark back to you, gaze blazing with desire as he takes in the sight. “Off,” he says, licking his lips as he stares at your chest. You awkwardly comply, reaching back to fumble with the clasp. At your obvious struggle, he leans forward and reaches behind you, pressing kisses to your collarbone as he does so. Where did he learn to do this, you wonder as he deftly undoes it with a smooth snap of his fingers. His lips lower as he threads your arms out of the straps before leaving you completely to crumple the offending underwear into a ball and chucking it at the wall. You laugh and he grins, dipping his head down to the curve of a breast as his hands cup them. “Perfect,” he breathes quietly against your skin before he takes a nipple into his mouth, laving it with his tongue and nipping it slightly with his teeth.

You moan, threading your hands through his hair as you tilt your head back. He chuckles at the sound and turns his attention to the other breast, his thumb taking the place of his mouth on the one he just left, drawing circles around the pebbled nipple. He repeats the actions here: twirling his tongue around in lazy circles before nipping it with his teeth and blowing at it lightly.

He chances a glance up at you, and you take advantage of the break in contact to push at his shoulders, forcing him back against the headboard. You shimmy backwards off the mattress, undoing your shorts as you go and drop them onto the floor. You mentally thank yourself for wearing decent underwear. He watches you, not saying a thing, and you climb back onto the bed on your knees, reaching forward for the waistband of his boxers, swatting his hands away when he tries to stop you. You lean forward and press a hungry kiss to his lips before trailing them down his jaw, down his chest and stomach, before you pull his underwear down off his hips. He shifts to help you get them off his legs completely, and you bite your lip when you see him for the first time.

His cock is as white as the rest of him, and it’s much, much bigger than the last (and only) one you’ve seen. You swallow your gasp, but before he can over think himself into insecurity, you lean forward and press kisses into his hips, massaging with your tongue as you work your way downwards.

“Wait!” he gasps out as you grasp the base of him with your hand. You pause and look up at him. “Are you,” he says, his voice breaking. He clears his throat. “Are you sure about this, Y/N?”

For a second you consider it, telling him exactly what’s on your mind. How instead of fear and apprehension over what you’re doing, all you can feel is this overwhelming hunger, the need to be closer to him, devour him. How he was right, despite your earlier hesitation, and that nothing about this feels strained or contrived, only natural. It was natural to want him, his mouth, his hands, his body, his cock.

You smirk, and pull your fist up over him. He groans, his hips bucking into your hand. “Does that answer your question?” you mock, and he glares at you with something akin to admiration.

Your eyes not leaving his, you dip your head down and tentatively lick up the length of him. His eyes flutter shut, and he tosses his head back with another moan. Taking it as encouragement, you wrap your lips around his tip, tracing around the rim with your tongue and pushing along the underside of it to squeeze out his precum. He lets out a curse, and you aren’t sure if it’s directed at you or some deity, so you take more of him into your mouth, tensing your lips and sucking in your cheeks to wrap around his member more tightly. You move your mouth up and down, squeezing the base of his dick and pumping it in time with your mouth. Within a few minutes, it’s red and throbbing, all velvet-soft skin but rock hard in your mouth as you take more and more of him into it. It hits the back of your throat and you swallow, making him jolt upright with a curse, fisting his hands in your hair and guiding you into the motion once, twice and three more times.

He pulls you off him, eyes frenzied. “Fuck, Y/N, come here,” he whispers, pulling your face to his and kissing you hungrily, all gnashing teeth and tongue, before he practically tosses you onto your back. He moves quickly down your body, ripping your underwear as he takes them off.

You open your mouth to protest, but he pushes your knees apart with his hands and settles between them, immediately lowering his head to your crotch. “God!” you gasp as he thrusts two fingers into you with no warning.

“Thanks, but I’m Yoongi,” he says mockingly, twisting them inside you and pumping slightly.

You groan at his impertinence, unable to do anything other than fall backwards into the mattress. “Fuck,” you hiss through gritted teeth.

“Exactly what I plan to do to you, princess.” He uses the pet name again mockingly, but you can’t even get yourself together long enough to glare at him because he’s pulled his fingers out and is running his tongue over your slit and good god has anything else in your life ever felt this good?

For all that he acts like he’s god’s gift to man, you finally start to think it might be true with the way he’s flicking his tongue over your clit, alternating between massaging your lower lips and tracing circles on the skin around it. His fingers find their way inside you again, hooking backwards onto a spot that makes your toes curl and your eyes roll into the back of your head. He grabs your thighs and yanks you down the mattress so that your ass is resting on the very edge. He settles onto his knees and hooks your legs around his shoulders before setting back down to work. All the while, the coil inside of you continues to tighten. You reach down and grab his hair, grinding your hips into his face shamelessly, desperate for the coil to snap and release you from the torture. You’ve never been this turned on in your life. You start to feel the edges of your composure start to fray and you’re almost there, almost—

SMACK.

He pulls away and gives your ass a sharp slap, making you gasp and arch your back upwards. Your bleary eyes focus to find him towering over you, having stood up, and nudging you back towards the center of the bed. “Not yet, love,” he chastises, pressing light kisses on your shoulders and breasts as he settles you back on the pillows as his left hand grasps his dick, pumping it. He doesn’t look self-conscious in the least, and the sight of it makes your mouth water.

“Is this what you want?” he asks, dipping a finger back inside of you before circling it around your clit and spreading your juices all over your pussy. He kneels between your legs, looking like an arrogant sonnuvabitch. He watches your face as he quickly works you back up. You moan, and he unceremoniously shoves three fingers in you this time, stretching your cunt almost painfully. “Tell me,” he orders you.

You grab your breasts, pinching your nipples as you knead them. You get closer and closer to your release just by his hands, but you manage to gasp, “Please, Yoongi, I want you inside of me!”

He smirks and removes his hand, but before you can complain he pushes himself inside of you, buried to the hilt. The coil inside of you finally snaps like a whip, sending tongues of fire licking through your system. You cry out his name, practically sobbing as your walls convulse around him. You aren’t sure, but in the midst of the chaos in your body you hear him moan your own name like a prayer.

His elbows buckle and his chest falls onto yours. He grinds his hips harder into you, prolonging your pleasure, as he presses soft kisses on your neck and face. You bite painfully into his shoulder as you ride out your orgasm, feeling the waves of pleasure crash over you and take you under. Before they can ebb away completely, he starts to move his hips again—pulling himself out of you almost completely before thrusting back into you again, each time sending a jolt of pleasure through your system.

“I’m not going to last long,” he tells you quietly, his teeth gritted and his eyes squeezed shut.

You reach up and run a soothing hand through his hair as the other grips his hip, aiding his movements. “Come for me, Yoongi,” you whisper, tracing your tongue around the shell of his ear. “I want to feel you come inside of me,”

“Fuck,” he hisses, and all it takes is three more thrusts before you can feel him release inside of you, member twitching as he rides out his orgasm. “Fuck,” he says again, looking down at you lovingly. He presses lazy kisses all over your mouth and face, even over your eyelids, as you smile and bask in the afterglow.

He slowly pulls out of you, grunting as he launches himself off the bed and retrieving a towel from the bathroom. He wets it slightly from the tap before returning to clean you both off, totally unmindful of the fact that he does so stark naked. He climbs back into bed and settles you into his arms, your back to him as he holds you close. “You okay?” he asks, lazily running his fingertips up and down your arm.

You nod sleepily. “I am sorry, though,”

You can feel his body tense behind yours, and you hide your smirk in his arm. “You are?”

“Mm-hmm,” you nod, trying to inject sadness into your tone. “Now that I’ve taken your virginity, you’ll never be able to touch a unicorn again.”

He snorts. “Bitch, I am a fucking unicorn,” he says with so much conviction that all you can do is laugh.

Both of you settle back into your positions, basking in the comfort that the other offers, the motion of his hand on your arm soothing. You know that you should be freaking out, even just a little, over the fact that you’ve just slept with your best friend. You should probably feel like you’ve sold your soul to Satan himself for how mind-bendingly good it had been, but you find that you still feel the same—that nothing has changed.

Maybe it’s a little fucked, you think, being able to sleep with your best friend without any romantic inclinations—but what you have with Yoongi is so much more than that. He loves you, and you love him; without question, without expectation.

He pulls you from your reverie with a kiss to your temple and softly calling your name. You hum to let him know that you’re awake and listening, and he wraps his arm around your body, hugging you tightly. “Now will you make me dinner?” he asks sweetly.

You roll your eyes and sit up, whacking him in the chest. “What!” he demands, hands up to placate you. “Please? I’m still hungry!”

You laugh and shake your head at him. “You’re hopeless,” you say as you turn on the beside lamp and begin to reach for your clothes.

“I mean,” he continues, ignoring you and continuing to be completely unbothered about the fact that he was still naked. “You were delicious, but man cannot live on pussy alone, Y/N.”

“You’re incorrigible,” you state, holding up your torn underwear to prove your point. “But you do have a point.” You grab clean underwear and a shirt from the dresser, which so happens to be his, before throwing him clothes as well. “C’mon, let’s go hit the convenience store.”

He grins at you and gets dressed, and you ignore the way he watches you put your shorts back on.

“Hey, Y/N,” he says as you’re on your way out. You glance at him, pulling your hair into a bun. You take in his disheveled appearance, from the rats nest that his hair has turned into to the bright red hickey on his neck, and flush a little. “You look good in my shirt. You should start wearing them at home.”

“Let me guess, with nothing under?” you ask, rolling your eyes.

He smirks at you. “'Atta girl.”

You spend the rest of the walk to the convenience store telling him off for being such a big, fat, stinking pervert, but, as usual, he’s half plugged into his headphones and is mostly ignoring you. As he picks out what he wants to eat, you’re tempted to ask how he feels about what just happened, but he’s humming under his breath and there’s a small smile on his face that you’ve never seen before. As he badgers you for ice cream after your meal, you want to ask what happens now, what are you now—still best friends or is he expecting something else? But then he reaches forward and swipes some ice cream off your chin with his thumb, complaining about your terrible table manners, and you remember who it is you’re working yourself up about.

This is Min Yoongi, your best friend. Sure, you just slept together, but whatever happened now, the both of you would wing it. Unless it got bad or awkward, which it wouldn’t, the two of you were just back to normally scheduled programming.

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