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threeletterslife · 4 years

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05 | Redefining Destiny

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→ summary: You were convinced you were in love with him. A former member of the mafia in the states, that is. It was true love. Destiny. Until one day you wake up with a memory lapse; then that love is replaced with hatred. The thought of marriage is substituted with revenge. If your love with Jeon Jungkook really was destiny, you’d fall head over heels in love again. But if only he weren’t such a hot, goading asshole.

→ pairing/rating: jungkook x reader | PG-13

→ genre: 70% fluff, 25% crack, 5% angst | e2l!au & soulmate!au

→ warnings: profanity, mentions of murder, torture and sex

→ wordcount: 3.5k

You got in bed at a record time of 8:00 p.m., but you just couldn't fall asleep. Usually, on Friday nights, you go out with your Bible study group and have some nighttime tea while discussing a new verse. Today, however, you had to cancel for some alone time with God. And maybe try to catch up on some sleep and finally get rid of those hideous dark circles under your eyes.

But you are wide awake. You've tried everything. You spent an hour closing your eyes, hoping you would drift off to sleep. You even counted sheep up to three thousand. But you're still awake.

Sighing, you flip your covers off of your body, sliding out of your bed. You're alone in the dorm right now, with your roommates probably out and about in notorious frat parties. There's really nothing much to do. Well, you suppose you can study, but you don't really want to do that. Law is incredibly tedious for you, and every test you've taken so far, you'd crammed for it the night before to have minimal contact with the subject. But, it's a bit of a secret that you don't care about it.

Apparently, you're a law prodigy—and maybe your IQ is pretty high and your memorization and comprehension skills are through the roof. But pursuing law was obligatory for you; it wasn't a choice that you willingly made.

You feel suffocated in your small dorm room (that still smells a bit musty for whatever reason—must be that dang boy Yoojung brought in last night). And you've always connected to God better in the open—with no walls surrounding you and the natural air caressing your face.

I'll get out to the rooftop, then.

It's the perfect space for you to sit down and have some time alone, be introspective and pray for a little while. Maybe you'll get some answers from Him as to why it's so hard for you to fall asleep these days. There are only a few lights in the rooftop of the dorm building, so the darkness will surely help you with your thoughts. You'll maybe spend less than ten minutes there, so you don't bring a jacket with you. Besides, the rooftop has a few patio heaters you hope will be working when you get up there.

In your short sleeves and shorts, you quickly make your way to the rooftop, climbing stair after stair to reach it. When you finally push open the heavy metal door that opens up to the roof, you breathe a sigh of relief. The night air is cooler than you expected, which makes you shudder in your lack of warmth. You hear the heavy door slam shut behind you as you venture forth the rather dark rooftop, crossing your arms over your chest to preserve body heat.

The patio heaters seem to be off and so are all the lights. The only thing that seems to give you the tiniest sliver of light is the full moon up in the sky, but it's not bright enough to discern anything within five feet of you. So you have to squint to maneuver yourself around the dozens of couches and patio chairs spread across the ground. You're just about to collapse on a beanbag and catch your breath after the rather tortuous stair-climbing session when you hear a loud:

"Is someone there?"

You freeze. Oh no. Ohhhhh no.

How on Earth is this possible?

That was no-doubt, Jungkook's voice. Why he was up on the rooftop at night, alone, with all the lights off, you had no idea. But you know you have to leave. Your plans might have to be put on hold for now. There's no way you're staying up here, in the dark, with Jeon Jungkook.

Quickly, you stand up, creeping back towards the entrance and trying to heave open the heavy door. No use. It won't budge. You try again with both hands, putting all your strength into your arms. But the door won't pull open. You begin to panic, tugging on the handle as the door rattles against the wall.

"God, you can't even open that by yourself?"

You whirl around to come face to face with none other than Jeon Jungkook. He must've heard your desperate attempts to leave.

"I'd like to see you try," you bite back.

"Fine," he says. "Step aside, then."

"Gladly."

You can see the strain in Jungkook's arm muscles as he tries to force the door open but also to no avail.

"Oh, c'mon, Jeon. I thought you were stronger than that," you snort.

He grunts, "Shut up," as he tries again. No success. He whirls around to you with an angry look on his face. "What the fuck did you do?"

"What do you mean?" you say. "I didn't do anything!"

"You made the door get stuck!" he exclaims. "Now we're fucking stuck here. On a Friday night. Where everyone else is getting dumb drunk and having sex. God, now I'm stuck with the biggest virgin on planet Earth. What are you even here for? To pray or something?"

"It's not my fault!" you retort. "And as a matter of fact, yes, I came here to pray!"

"Why??" Jungkook groans in frustration. "Why is it always you?"

"I'd like to ask the same thing," you say, shivering when a strong gust of wind raises goosebumps on your bare skin. "Why does this keep happening to us?"

He eyes your lacking attire and rolls his eyes. "Don't ask me. I would've fixed it if I knew the reason."

"Fine. Why are you here, then? If you wanted to go on a Friday night rampage?"

Jungkook ignores you completely, walking away from you and fiddling with the patio heaters in an attempt to turn it on. "Damn," he curses when he realizes they're more or less broken.

"I asked," you repeat as another cold gust of wind makes you take a step back, "why are you here?"

The man jerks up to stare into your eyes. "None of your business," he says.

"Jeez. Sorry for intruding," you say sarcastically. "We might freeze to death up here at this rate."

"Well, I'm planning on living," Jungkook scoffs as he sits down on a plush couch and taps the spot right next to him. "Come here."

"What?" you huff. "If you think for one second that I'm going to—"

"It's for warmth, idiot," Jungkook says. "Fine. If you wanna die of hypothermia, that's not my problem."

You pretend to think about his offer for a bit before finally settling down next to him. But you have to admit, he's warm, and it heats up your skin, blocking away the cold night air. Jungkook casually drapes an arm around you, making you flinch.

"If you try anything..." you mutter threateningly.

Momentarily, under the dim moonlight, you can see that Jungkook looks offended, but he's able to hide it immediately. "You're not my type," he retorts. "You were shaking because you were cold so I'm helping you. I'm mean but I'm not that mean..."

"Fine," you say curtly before leaning against him, cheeks heating up just slightly. You're the epitome of awkward as you shift your legs so that they're not digging into Jungkook's. It's kinda sad how little contact you've had with males, but for some weird reason... this feels familiar. It's silent as the two of you melt in each other's warmth. You might dare say this was the most peaceful you've even been with your so-called nemesis.

"Hey, what did you do with the sunflower seeds?" Jungkook suddenly asks you. "The ones... um, I gave you at the festival or something."

"Oh," you say, "I planted them."

"Really?" Jungkook says as he turns to you with wide eyes and a small smile on his lips. "I thought you threw them away."

"Why would I do that?" you mumble. "They were a present... And besides, it would've been a waste of perfectly good sunflowers seeds."

Jungkook nods as his hand softly grazes your shoulder. "It's good," he mutters, "that you planted them..." You nod but you don't answer, mind too occupied with the close proximity of the man next to you. It's crazy how you're letting him, the one you thought you hated, hold you close in his arms. It doesn't seem like you to be this... welcoming. But you just can't shake off this weird feeling of familiarity. This weird feeling that you've somehow done this with him before.

Freaking déjà vu.

"You know," Jungkook suddenly says almost making you jump. "It's because of the moon."

"What?" you frown. "What's because of the moon?"

"You asked me earlier why I was here," Jungkook says slowly. He avoids eye contact with you as he answers, "I'm saying that it's because of the moon."

"Do you have some sort of penchant for full moons?" you laugh. "Or are you into space and all that jazz?"

Jungkook snorts. "I could never with astronomy. It's kinda personal, I guess." He shrugs. But you can tell the sudden shift in his aura—he's calmer, sadder. As if he's mourning a loss of some sort. He looks like he needs someone to lean on, someone to listen to his troubles. You've never seen him look this small before; usually, he's got a smug look on his face and refuses to back down on any argument. But he looks different now. Forlorn. Lonely—though you're next to him. He seems to silently howl to the moon, drowning in solitude and pleading for a friend, company, anything.

Sure he may be your enemy, but no one deserves to be unheard.

"Do you wanna talk about it?" you ask him carefully, treading the waters. "I'm a good listener."

Jungkook laughs under his breath. "I..." he starts. "I dunno. You gonna start a rumor about me again?"

"I only did that because you screwed me over first!" you protest. "And I regret doing that. You probably didn't deserve it."

"Are you trying to apologize to me?" Jungkook asks. But before you can answer, he speaks again. "Well, I'd like to say I'm sorry too. You know, for nearly giving you a hemorrhage."

You laugh. "In that case, I'm sorry too, I guess."

"You guess?"

"I don't know, Jungkook, you're being weirdly nice today."

"Or maybe I was just always this nice but you never gave me a chance."

"Hm," you hum. "I guess so... But I promise, Jungkook, that whatever you tell me here, today, I'll keep it a secret between the two of us."

"You don't really hit me as a liar," Jungkook hums. "So maybe you're telling the truth." He shrugs. "But I've never told this to anyone... Not that I have anyone to tell it to."

"You're a smart guy... And you're not too bad-looking either. If you tried, you could've made a lot of friends," you say.

"I'm not looking for friends," he simply answers. "I'm here at this university for one thing and one thing only. To become a paralegal."

"So the rumors are wrong?" you say.

"The rumors?"

You scratch your head awkwardly. "I mean... there's a lot of crazy stuff about you flying about campus..."

"Like what?"

"Um... like you sleep around with girls... a lot. But never with the same girl twice... And, uh, that you're 'freaky,' which aren't my words, but everyone else's," you say. "And that you probably picked up that habit from America..."

Jungkook scoffs. "I mean, I guess that's true to a degree... Maybe I do have a crazy sex drive. It's a habit that won't die I guess."

"What did America do to you?" you snort. "That place is such a culture clash from around here."

"I was born in Korea, but my parents thought it would be better if they sent me away abroad to pursue my studies," he says. "I spent so much of my childhood there... made some friends, got involved in crazy groups. Learned a few bad things... yeah. That's what America did to me. I came back here to get out of there."

"Were you continuing your American studies in Korea?"

"Oh God, no," Jungkook says. "I dropped out of college in America. But... I guess some bad shit happened... I didn't come to Korea initially to study. I came for closure, I guess. But then I got interested in law."

"Oh... wow," you breathe. "Just, wow."

"My best friend was murdered," Jungkook blurts out. "My closest friends were murdered in front of my face back in America."

Murdered???

You jerk your head towards him, jaw slack and unclosing with disbelief. You notice that he trembles when he says this, and you can hear the tears in his voice. His hand shakes against your shoulder, and without even thinking, you automatically place your hand on top of his.

"They were kicked and tortured and I couldn't do anything but watch in the dark, in the sidelines," he begins to sob. "I couldn't bring myself to abandon them... But I had to. My best friend, Taehyung, he told me I had to leave to save myself. It was so selfish of me. But I left. I didn't even call for help. I left."

The words tumble out of Jungkook, almost overwhelming you with the cruel story—the story of his past.

"Oh my gosh," you breathe. "Jungkook..." You've never seen him this broken in your life. He looks so hurt, so miserable that for the first time, you feel sorry for him. You've heard about violence in the states—maybe more than you'd like. And Jungkook was just an indirect victim of it.

"Now I want to go into law," the broken man continues. "Criminal law. I need to right the wrongs. For Taehyung. For my other friends who died that night."

"Gosh, Jungkook..."

"I've never gone into this much detail about this, Y/N," Jungkook says. "I'm sorry... I'm sorry for bombarding you with all of this... I don't know. For some reason, it felt right to tell you all of that. It's stupid, I know."

"I don't mind, Jungkook," you say. "You needed to vent to someone." And besides, you think. I'm not that surprised, internally. Almost as if I heard of this same story coming out of his mouth before. What is it about this man and déjà vu? "I'm sorry for all of your losses," you tell him. You mean it, too. "You're strong, pushing through like this. You know that? Hey, I even know a Bible verse just for you."

"Really?" Jungkook smiles. "I'm not well-acquainted with the Bible or God. But I'm willing to listen."

"Well, it goes something like this," you say, closing your eyes and repeating the lines by memory and by heart. "Be strong and courageous. Do not be frightened, and do not be dismayed, for the Lord your God is with you wherever you go—"

"Joshua 1:9," Jungkook whispers.

You whip your head around to face him. "How did you know that?"

Jungkook looks surprised at himself. "I actually have no idea. Maybe I heard it somewhere before? I dunno."

You smile. "Well, you should keep that verse in mind when you're in the slumps," you tell him. "It can help a lot."

"Thanks, Y/N," Jungkook says, cocking his head as he looks at you curiously. "So," he sighs deeply, "you know my motive for law school... And we're in the mood of spilling our darkest secrets... So, can I ask yours?"

You snort. "I don't really have a motive," you confess. "If I have to be really honest, I don't really care for law."

"Then..."

"Family rep," you say. "I come from a very long line of lawyers. So it was pretty much predestined for me to study law at this school."

"I'm sorta surprised, Y/N," Jungkook says. "I always thought the law prodigy was in love with her subject."

"I guess you never really know until you talk to her, right?" you say. "Besides, you're the first person I've ever told about this... My parents would flip if they found out, but I've always wanted to become an elementary school teacher. Kinda too late to start that now, though."

"It's not that late," Jungkook says. "You should pursue what you want."

"It's not as easy as you think," you say. "My devout Christian parents would literally have a heart attack if I told them I was going to break family tradition. They might even cut me off like they cut my sister off for going to music school." You nervously twist the purity ring around your finger. "If they found me here, you know, so close to you, they'd literally pass out on the spot. I'm not really supposed to be in your arms right now."

Jungkook laughs. "Yet you're not leaving."

"I'm not," you say. "My parents are strict, so sometimes I can let myself break their impossible rules."

"You should do what you want," Jungkook mutters as he subconsciously tugs you closer to his chest. "At this age, you should know what's good for yourself. Follow your own dreams."

"Really?" you say. "Thanks." You look up at the man to smile at him, and he stares right back at you, smiling as well. The two of you stay that way, in silence, looking into each other's eyes as heat flood through your cheeks. Jungkook pulls away first.

"God," he mutters. "This whole conversation would've been better if we were drunk."

"Well, then we wouldn't have remembered it," you say.

"I know," he answers. "That's the point."

You laugh. "I don't even know if I hate you that much anymore, Jungkook."

"Really?"

"I mean..." you sigh, trailing off. "You're a nice guy, JK—can I even call you that? I can see it now. I have no idea why I hated you so much."

"Hated? Past tense?"

You smile. "I told you. I don't really think I hate you as much as before."

"Okay, good. I'm glad that the feeling is mutual," Jungkook answers. "If we die out here, just know that I take back all of the insults I ever told you."

You giggle, shaking your head as you blow on your numb fingers. "You really think we're going to die here?"

"It's fucking cold, Y/N. We could totally die," Jungkook says, hugging you close to him. "It's a good thing I got my secrets off of my chest. They'll die with us."

You laugh. "Same for me too!"

Looking up, you can see Jungkook staring fondly at you again. Once more, his presence is so familiar, so calming for you. And his body pressing against you feels natural. With him, you don't feel uncomfortable at all. He's so close to your face that you can smell the hints of what's left of the spearmint cologne he probably put on this morning. Wow, is all you can think. He's much more stunning up close.

You have no idea why on Earth you had hated this sweet man with doe eyes. He, though at times a bit argumentative (but what kind of law student isn't?), is sweet, thoughtful and strangely caring. You feel like you know him much better now, and the fact that you know his darkest secret makes you want to stay by his side to give him a hand sometimes. So he's just a little bit less lonely.

And with Jungkook, you almost feel so much more... loved? Was that the right word? With him, you feel a feeling you cannot describe. A feeling that you're sure cannot blossom from just one good conversation. But it did, anyways. It's inexplicable, but he feels right.

He has the prettiest doe eyes that almost call you into their depths. You're staring into them without realizing.

Until—

"Woah, holy shit, am I interrupting something?"

The loud voice shatters everything.

The door to the rooftop entrance is opened and some guy—a freshman, perhaps—is holding it open, with an amused look on his face.

You and Jungkook scramble apart from each other, you particularly red in the face.

"Um, no!" you shriek too loudly. "I, uh, no, we got stuck and we were cold!" you protest, rubbing your hands against your bare arms. "We didn't do anything. Right, JK?"

A wave of déjà vu hits Jungkook.

Right, JK?

Right, Tae.

He struggles to find words on his tongue, and gets out, "Right, Y/N," just in time before you ask if a cat got his tongue.

From there, you and Jungkook awkwardly part, which was better than your usual animosity-filled partings. Jungkook bids you a goodnight's sleep and you bid him one as well. He slips into his bed that night, heart beating wildly in his chest and thoroughly confused.

It's just too much, he thinks.

Right, JK?

Right, Tae.

Right, Y/N.

There's no way... But there might be. Jungkook doesn't know for sure.

He falls asleep soon after and isn't awoken by any vicious nightmares throughout the whole night. The whole time, in dreamland, he wonders if you'll be his new Kim Taehyung.

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ae0nx · 5 years

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FRUITS BASKET ‘19 EPISODE 23 VS FRUITS BASKET ‘01 EPISODE 19

Ok! We’re finally here! We’re at the beginning of the storm! I’m so nervous... I didn’t know how to do these comparisons especially the storyline in the 2001 version not syncing up completely with the 2019 version. But I’m just gonna try and puzzle piece my way through it, ‘kay? :)

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Also, just some notes that I wanna state about the 2001 version so I don’t keep repeating myself for the next 2-3 weeks:

- I love love love the opening. It breaks my heart and heals it every time I hear it and the images of the characters by doorways/windows/alleyways looking outward and always to the side of the frame is a great artistic choice and metaphor. Also, the lyrics are just simply... everything. ‘Let’s stay together always...’

- Some of the colour choices in clothing (or even the hair) that the characters have are... interesting. I definitely find myself appreciating the newer version as you can tell they put more thought into it, even if I do think the power ranger assigned colours are kinda silly. But really? Kyo wearing pastels?! No way. ...But I kinda love it anyway. Outfit Appreciation: 2.5 stars.

- I adore the music box sounding background music. It really adds a lot of whimsy to the show and kinda reminds me that Fruits Basket in a lot of its elements takes inspiration from fairy tales.

- The English dub voices obviously sound different and in comparison to the 2019 version, you can really tell how much they’ve all matured as VAs. ESPECIALLY Laura Bailey and Jerry Jewell.

- I also adore how ridiculous and mostly comedic the 2001 version is. Which makes the later turn in the anime so much more heartbreaking and tough to watch as it comes as such a shock compared to the tone of the rest of the anime. Unbalanced? Maybe so. But on a shallow kind of level without thinking too hard, I can enjoy it.

- I love 2001!Shigure. Again, it’s a shallow choice and I don’t deny he’s a lot more interesting and fleshed out in the manga/2019!anime. I just like 20-something year old, new-father-to-two-teens-but-he’s-not-like-a-FATHER-he’s-a-’cool-older-brother’ who likes to laze around the house in his kimono and ISN’T MENTALLY TRAUMATISING THEM. Well, without meaning to anyway... AND LOOK HOW CUTE HE IS.

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Right! Let’s get into it!

This is me knowing the future trauma I’m going to have to go through with this anime.

But in all seriousness, the 2019 version really captured Tohru’s depression a lot better. Especially with the later scene where she breaks down in front of Kyo in the bedroom. A+ crying from Laura Bailey, I really felt it this time. As I said, the 2001 version seemed like it didn’t wanna deep dive too much so I’m glad we get a deeper in look to the complexities of Tohru this time.

It might be a translation ‘nothing’, but I find it interesting that Kyo felt like he jinxed her. Especially linked with his comments to Kagura later about how he feels ‘no one should want to hang around him’. I mean we’ll get into the reasoning for this most likely in the next two episodes but you can probably guess why... Poor kitty.

(Also side note: Do you think that’s why - out of everyone that has been bullied in this anime - Kyo seemed the least affected by school bullies? Is it cos of his experience within the Sohma family and his curse, that he almost expects that everyone he meets would treat him like that? It’s interesting because Hana had the same thought process towards her own bullying but she never fought back... But Kyo did. I might just conclude this thought as it just being in his nature to fight back, but we’ll see...)

Also, 2001 giving us Kyo freaking out in cat form about Tohru’s fever was pretty funny. Man, they really did do an overkill with the transformations back then...

2001 really was not good at showing the gradual progress of Kyo controlling his anger around Tohru as much as the 2019 version. Yes, in the 2019 ep, Kyo was still annoyed that Tohru wouldn’t just relax and concentrate on getting better but my God, Kyo is sooooo shout-y and yell-y in this version! And I don’t wike it lol.

However I shouldn’t shit on the moment too much. I do think 2001 wanted to show us that Kyo saw how receptive Tohru was to Shigure being calmer and nicer and it kind of influenced him to take more of a gentle approach to Tohru later. Kyo being influenced by Shigure is... questionable... but whatever, it’s got good intentions! (I still like the 2019 version better)

Momiji with the oversized work outfit! He’s so adorable I could cry.

- I’m kinda bummed that the 2019 version didn’t include the ‘Kyo stealing leeks from Yuki’s garden’ moment. It’s a hilarious moment (especially with Yuki’s reaction) and it is just PEAK ‘it’s not stealing if you’re taking it from family’ energy that I adoreeee and stand by lol

Really, 2001!Kyo... are you five years old?

‘ 🎵And at most... I’m sleeping all these demons away...’

‘ 🎵But your ghost... the ghost of you it keeps me awake’

Kyo seeing ghosts of Tohru is both unintentionally funny and dramatic in both versions to me, I’m sorry. I’m really just a child.

Where do I start? Kyo being ever so dramatic with the goggles and the face mask... Shigure with the all-knowing troll look. 2001 really gave us some gems and I think we all tend to forget that.

Plus...

I. LOVE. THIS. BROTHER. DYNAMIC. (I know it isn’t accurate don’t ruin the fanfic going on in my head)

- Tohru being depressed that she wasted Yuki’s time and didn’t fulfill her mother’s wishes makes me wish she was more so just concerned about herself and how she’s gonna pass for herself? But it is very much in her character to do so, so I guess I’ll let it slide. And I guess Kyo said what I said in well... his own unique way of giving advice.

- But when it came to the actual soup porridge scene, I lean more towards the 2019 version. There’s so much said in Kyo’s body language and Tohru’s own inner thoughts. She’s really falling in love with him and she doesn’t even know it!!!

THAT PEEK FROM HIS ELBOW?! COME ON!!! STOP IT. MY HEART. these dumb fuckin kids...

I loveee the 2019 porridge moment so much more, but this moment right here just ELEVATED the whole moment. It says so muchhhh without saying much at alllll and ohhhh this poor boyyyy...!!!!! It really took a fluffy moment and just stabbed me in the heart and I guess I respect you for that? Thanks...?

I’m so glad the 2019 version is feeding us in stupid made up songs. *chef’s kiss* haha

- I’m really glad that Kisa calls Hatori ‘uncle’ in 2019 and not ‘grandpa’ like she did in 2001. Cos as someone in their mid-twenties that shit was straight up offensive lol

The Momiji and Kyo moments are always so heartwarming in this version. My faves. <3

- Also I dunno why but I really liked Hatori, The Doctor Who Smokes in the 2001 anime. It didn’t make sense but quite honestly if anyone in this anime chose to smoke to let off some steam, it should be him. (Not an advocate for smoking)

---- Right! No more 2001 comparisons cos the episode that is equivalent to this part of the episode is also riddled spoilers for the next 2019 episode so... just normal review from here. ---

Why is it that Yuki’s insults against Kyo always hurt so much more?! They are both terrible to each other but for some reason, I always feel it more when Yuki verbally backhands Kyo. Maybe it’s the way Eric Vale practically venomously spits out these words or maybe it’s cos Yuki kinda has more privilege than Kyo so it feels like he’s kicking a literal homeless cat.

- Also, my poor boy! Definitely felt myself sympathising a lot more this time around to how weak he was feeling.

Lol I felt that exasperated breath. At least this time, Kyo doesn’t call Tohru’s umbrella ‘a sissy girly pink umbrella’. A minor improvement? (So, I might of watched a bit of the 2001 version of episode 24...)

...Need I say anything? <3

- HEADLINE: Shigure ships Yuki/Tohru and Kyo/Kagura? What is he up to...

- Kyo shouting at Kagura in the middle of the supermarket was a shitty move but Kagura mooshing his head in response was great... what a terrible but very entertaining couple lol

- Kagura’s ‘If I told you, you’d cry...’ is giving me all the heart pain. How many times can I say that I’m not ready...

I’ve seen people in the tag compare this moment to his porridge moment with Tohru and while I agree, it does seem like Kyo just naturally wanted to help Tohru compared to Kyo feeling obligated to hold hands with Kagura. But errrrm.... I just think Kyo is a good kid haha. And while I do think he CLEARLY holds Tohru in a very treasured and locked away place in his heart, he just doesn’t like it when girls cry around him and will do anything to stop it. I also think he does care about Kagura, and that he’s more so annoyed that Kagura doesn’t seem to get that he won’t love her in the way she loves him (and well... her being a tsundere lol). But I could be wrong! I’m a walking manga amnesiac as always...

*HIGH PITCHED SCREAMING*

Talk about FINALLY. They really named the episode that and made us wait until the LAST SECOND OF THE EPISODE TO GIVE US THE WORDS: ‘You look well...’

What a tease.

And we’re not even gonna get into the preview for the next episode and how three words made me tear up minutes before I had to go to a party on Friday night.

Wow. This might be the longest review so far. I don’t doubt that next week’s will be longer lol. The reason why I wanted to do the 2001 comparisons will probably make more sense next week and I will also say my thoughts on the 2001 version of the events with the umbrella and Kagura and Kyo’s date next week before I go into the review.

Jeez, this took two hours to write. WHY DO I DO THIS?!

#fruits basket #furuba #fruits basket 2019 #fruits basket 2001

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allyhq · 5 years

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TIMEFRAME: June 10th, evening.

LOCATION: The apartment.

TAGGING: Brady Clarington & Stevie Evans. ( @therealstevee )

WARNINGS: None, just dumb boys and some lowkey feels later.

“Dude, if you’re gonna make shitty videos can you at least not be in my room to do it? ‘Cause only one of us is gonna have to edit all the shit out of it when you’re done.” Not that Brady was actually going to sleep or anything like that. He just liked giving Stevie a hard time, and no doubt did so more than anyone else. He sat up in his bed, reaching up and running a hand through his hair. “And if you try to put me in this vlog I will end you. And your career.”

Stevie lowered his phone just slightly, but didn’t stop recording. “Uh, excuse you. Fired.” He zoomed in towards Brady’s face and grinned to himself before finally stopping it completely. “How dare you call my videos shitty. ‘Just okay’, yeah. But shitty? I thought we were friends.” Stevie came over and let himself fall heavily on the bed beside him, the phone still in hand. “Come on, just one sec for the thumbnail. Let everyone see that bedhead look you got goin’ on, you’ll gain like a thousand followers in like ten seconds.” He raised the phone up, camera pointed towards them, but he didn’t press record just yet. He was mostly giving him a hard time, but he wasn’t gonna film him without his permission. “Let me be the camera man just this once.”

“Bro, I’m about to roll you right onto the floor.” He thought he could just sit on Brady’s bed, in Brady’s own room and disrespect him like this? Unbelievable. “Jeez, fine, put me in the freaking vlog.” He paused. “But for the record, you’re way overestimating your instagram power and I think the universe knows that.” He waited until Stevie started recording, and then Brady reflexively threw up a peace sign at the camera. “Sup fam? Tell ya boy to stop harassing me in my safe space.

“Sounds fun bro, but you don’t have to hurt me. I’m clean; I showered.” Stevie defended himself lightly, truly not thinking that there was any issue with him being there. In fact, he scooted up further on the bed after he’d kicked his shoes off, getting far enough to sit up next to him. He wasn’t thinking about invading his space at all, although he made a mental note to bring him a Starbucks later on for putting up with his ideas. “You’re underestimating our fans. I’ve gotten a buncha DM’s about them wanting to see us in bed together so I’m just listenin’ to the audience.” At that moment, he held his phone up and hit record. At Brady’s response to the camera, he fake glared in his direction. “Hey! I always let you in my room, that’s not fair. Sorry guys, I’m pretty sure I just woke him up, but uh — here he is. I know you hate me and all Brady, but can we do one Q&A? Please? I might have asked them to send us questions earlier.”

“I don’t think this is exactly what they meant by that.” Though Brady was sure this would be taken out of context once it went live on Stevie’s channel. He’d obviously seen the comments. Stevie never really thought about how stuff like this would be taken, it seemed, but Brady always took note. Not that he’d ever say anything, because he knew the truth so it shouldn’t be a big deal. Brady rolled his eyes, but Stevie had already promised his audience something to look forward to, and Brady wasn’t about to be the asshole that let that all go to waste. “Ugh, fine. But we’re keeping it surface level. Not in the mood for your deep questions.”

Stevie just smiled at that and shrugged. He knew what their followers said about them, and it never bothered him in the slightest. It was always kind of funny to him, and he'd be lying if he said he didn't like the attention his videos brought him. Brady was his best friend, so he never thought twice about joking around with him about it. Brady was straight, so he knew he never took him to heart. "I promise, no deep questions. An' you can cut this out and edit it to make me seem like the bad guy. I owe you after this, dude." He said, his tone almost apologetic, hoping Brady wasn't really upset about it. Quickly, he got into character, clearing his throat dramatically and grinning easily as he held the camera up so they were both in view. "Okay, time for a BRAVIE Q&A." He shook the camera a little in his hand, creating his own sloppy affects. "I'll just do what I remember, sorry if we leave anyone else guys." Stevie squinted as he strained to recall the questions he saw on twitter, and he turned his head towards him. "What's the biggest thing I do that annoys you the most? And you CAN'T say breaking into your room." He wagged his finger in his direction. "That's already obvious.”

Right, he did have the power of editing. Brady liked having control over things in general, which was probably one of the biggest reasons he was ever okay with being in these videos. At the end of the day, he had a huge say in what parts of himself were shown. “The thing that annoys me most?” Brady repeated, thinking about what the best answer would be. “Probably just taking my shit without asking. Like my clothes you wanna borrow or whatever. Like... I know I do the same thing to you, but it still annoys me when you do it.” He shrugged. The least he could be was honest.

Stevie sat up straighter at that, not truly hurt but playing it up for the camera. Sure, okay, he might’ve borrowed things from time to time. He might even be borrowing one of Brady’s shirts right now. But what was so wrong with that? So maybe Stevie's boundaries weren't the greatest, but he never thought it bothered him that much. “So you can take my stuff but I can’t take yours? Well okay.” His brow furrowed as he processed, and he addressed the camera. "If y'all wouldn't mind me borrowing your clothes, like this video. One of you could be my replacement Brady." He joked. "I wasn't asked, but my biggest peeve is when you get mad at me then do the same thing. Like eating the last waffle. How are we even friends?" He teased then waved towards Brady's phone. "Wanna pull up twitter and read off a couple'a questions for me? Your pick."

"Did I say that?" Brady challenged. He and Stevie were always like this, just back and forth banter and picking on each other. He rolled his eyes at Stevie's response, but grinned regardless. "If I eat the last waffle, I replace them. Like, damn dude, I'm not an animal." At Stevie's suggestion, Brady shrugged. "Not really, since this wasn't my idea, but I guess it's kind of expected of me now." He grabbed his phone and went over to Stevie's twitter so he could find the questions. "Uh... okay, while I'm looking why don't you tell me the thing you like about me?"

"You didn't not say it." He replied back, the grin appearing on his face as though second nature. It was always so easy to tease Brady; it'd been that way since they met. "Okay, I'll give you that. It's having to wait for the waffle I don't like --- ya boy gets hungry." He conceded, jokingly. Stevie sat up, almost excited that Brady was finally getting into it. About time. The only thing was that his question caught him off guard, and he looked at him for a moment in thought. It took all he had not to blurt out something dumb like your eyes or your smile or i like the look you give me that i never see you give anyone else. But he had plenty of practice keeping those thoughts quiet, so he immediately shut them down. "I like a lot of things about you, dude. There's a reason you're my freakin' camera man - don't act like you dunno." Stevie said sincerely with a shrug, trying to play it off. "But the thing I like the most?" He considered it briefly. "I like how you never treat me like I'm dumb. Even when I am. And how you put up with stupid shit like this." Ain't that the truth. Stevie scooted back some and peeked over his shoulder to read the question's as Brady scrolled. "I'd ask you the same but I feel like I'm pushin' my luck here."

There were few things Brady wouldn't do for a waffle, so he had to give it to Stevie. Dude had a point. "I'll try to make a household announcement when I eat the last one so at least you're aware." And he would certainly remember to yell it at the top of his lungs. Brady pressed his lips into a tight line when Stevie started answering the question, mostly because...well, he didn't really expect it, he supposed. He thought Stevie would have more of a joke answer, and he wasn't prepared for his stomach to sink the way it did, even if it was just Stevie being a good friend and saying something kind about him. "I mean, you're not dumb, you just...do dumb things sometimes. But like, whatever bro, we all do." Brady shrugged, trying to push it all to the back of his mind. "I like that you haven't fired me and kicked me out yet," Brady said with a smirk, still scrolling through the questions. A cop out? Sure, but that was Brady for you. "Here's one. What do we wanna dress up as for Halloween this year?"

Briefly Stevie imagined Brady with a giant megaphone to alert him whenever they were low and the important stuff --- like waffles. That'd be the only legitimate reason to get a megaphone, but he had a feeling that they'd abuse that fast. Wow, he was really maturing. As Stevie finished speaking and Brady had a chance to process what he said, Stevie was suddenly nervous. He wasn't shy about telling someone when he cared about them. His family always was affectionate and vocal about those things. But for the first time he was briefly concerned he'd said too much. But thankfully Brady didn't notice. Stevie relaxed with a small grin. "Yeah, I know. That's the other thing I like about you. You do dumb things with me." That's what he liked about him from the start, after all. "Uh --- I have fired you. Several times actually. Not my fault you keep coming back for more." He wasn't able to read a lot of the questions as Brady flicked passed them, but there were some he caught glimpses of that he was glad Brady decided to skip passed. Yikes they had some dedicated fans. At the question, he felt his energy rise, and he gently hit Brady in the arm. "I was thinking about this, dude. I have a couple of ideas. But I'm thinking we blend is as the security and see if anyone even notices us. We can film the whole time at one of the giant ass parties and they can't even kick us out for it. Smart, right? Unless you got any better ideas?"

Brady shrugged. “Yeah, I guess that’s true.” He had, in fact, been fired several times. He just never took it seriously, because obviously Stevie didn’t mean for it to be taken seriously. Until the day he did, at which point... well, Brady would probably figure it out pretty quick. “Bro, that’s the best.” The idea of playing the part of security at a party they clearly were not security for was downright hilarious. "I don’t have any better ideas. That’s kinda perfect.” He sighed as he continued to scroll. “Alright, let’s see here...”

#brady / stevie.#brady thread.#//yeah this is being posted a month later wanna fight about it????

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Brax Q&A ― CANON. (current verse)

In which Max’s boundaries are questionable when it comes to his best friend, and Brady somehow entertains it for the sake of their YouTube following.

“Dude, if you’re gonna make shitty videos can you at least not be in my room to do it? ‘Cause only one of us is gonna have to edit all the shit out of it when you’re done.” Not that Brady was actually going to sleep or anything like that. He just liked giving Max a hard time, and no doubt did so more than anyone else. He sat up in his bed, reaching up and running a hand through his hair. “And if you try to put me in this vlog I will end you. And your career.”

Max lowered his phone just slightly, but didn’t stop recording. “Uh, excuse you. Fired.” He zoomed in towards Brady’s face and grinned to himself before finally stopping it completely. “How dare you call my videos shitty. ‘Just okay’, yeah. But shitty? I thought we were friends.” Max came over and let himself fall heavily on the bed beside him, the phone still in hand. “Come on, just one sec for the thumbnail. Let everyone see that bedhead look you got goin’ on, you’ll gain like a thousand followers in like ten seconds.” He raised the phone up, camera pointed towards them, but he didn’t press record just yet. He was mostly giving him a hard time, but he wasn’t gonna film him without his permission. “Let me be the camera man just this once.”

“Bro, I’m about to roll you right onto the floor.” He thought he could just sit on Brady’s bed, in Brady’s own room and disrespect him like this? Unbelievable. “Jeez, fine, put me in the freaking vlog.” He paused. “But for the record, you’re way overestimating your Instagram power and I think the universe knows that.” He waited until Max started recording, and then Brady reflexively threw up a peace sign at the camera. “Sup fam? Tell ya boy to stop harassing me in my safe space.

“Sounds fun bro, but you don’t have to hurt me. I’m clean; I showered.” Max defended himself lightly, truly not thinking that there was any issue with him being there. In fact, he scooted up further on the bed after he’d kicked his shoes off, getting far enough to sit up next to him. He wasn’t thinking about invading his space at all, although he made a mental note to bring him a Starbucks later on for putting up with his ideas. “You’re underestimating our fans. I’ve gotten a buncha DM’s about them wanting to see us in bed together so I’m just listenin’ to the audience.” At that moment, he held his phone up and hit record. At Brady’s response to the camera, he fake glared in his direction. “Hey! I always let you in my room, that’s not fair. Sorry guys, I’m pretty sure I just woke him up, but uh — here he is. I know you hate me and all Brady, but can we do one Q&A? Please? I might have asked them to send us questions earlier.”

“I don’t think this is exactly what they meant by that.” Though Brady was sure this would be taken out of context once it went live on Max’s channel. He’d obviously seen the comments. Max never really thought about how stuff like this would be taken, it seemed, but Brady always took note. Not that he’d ever say anything, because he knew the truth so it shouldn’t be a big deal. Brady rolled his eyes, but Max had already promised his audience something to look forward to, and Brady wasn’t about to be the asshole that let that all go to waste. “Ugh, fine. But we’re keeping it surface level. Not in the mood for your deep questions.”

Max just smiled at that and shrugged. He knew what their followers said about them, and it never bothered him in the slightest. It was always kind of funny to him, and he'd be lying if he said he didn't like the attention his videos brought him. Brady was his best friend, so he never thought twice about joking around with him about it. Brady was straight, so he knew he never took him to heart. "I promise, no deep questions. An' you can cut this out and edit it to make me seem like the bad guy. I owe you after this, dude." He said, his tone almost apologetic, hoping Brady wasn't really upset about it. Quickly, he got into character, clearing his throat dramatically and grinning easily as he held the camera up so they were both in view. "Okay, time for a BRAX Q&A." He shook the camera a little in his hand, creating his own sloppy affects. "I'll just do what I remember, sorry if we leave anyone else guys." Max squinted as he strained to recall the questions he saw on twitter, and he turned his head towards him. "What's the biggest thing I do that annoys you the most? And you CAN'T say breaking into your room." He wagged his finger in his direction. "That's already obvious."

Max sat up straighter at that, not truly hurt but playing it up for the camera. Sure, okay, he might’ve borrowed things from time to time. He might even be borrowing one of Brady’s shirts right now. But what was so wrong with that? So maybe Stevie's boundaries weren't the greatest, but he never thought it bothered him that much. “So you can take my stuff but I can’t take yours? Well okay.” His brow furrowed as he processed, and he addressed the camera. "If y'all wouldn't mind me borrowing your clothes, like this video. One of you could be my replacement Brady." He joked. "I wasn't asked, but my biggest peeve is when you get mad at me then do the same thing. Like eating the last waffle. How are we even friends?" He teased then waved towards Brady's phone. "Wanna pull up twitter and read off a couple'a questions for me? Your pick."

"Did I say that?" Brady challenged. He and Max were always like this, just back and forth banter and picking on each other. He rolled his eyes at Max’s response, but grinned regardless. "If I eat the last waffle, I replace them. Like, damn dude, I'm not an animal." At Max’s suggestion, Brady shrugged. "Not really, since this wasn't my idea, but I guess it's kind of expected of me now." He grabbed his phone and went over to Max’s twitter so he could find the questions. "Uh... okay, while I'm looking why don't you tell me the thing you like about me?"

"You didn't not say it." He replied back, the grin appearing on his face as though second nature. It was always so easy to tease Brady; it'd been that way since they met. "Okay, I'll give you that. It's having to wait for the waffle I don't like --- ya boy gets hungry." He conceded. Max sat up, almost excited that Brady was finally getting into it. About time. The only thing was that his question caught him off guard, and he looked at him for a moment in thought. It took all he had not to blurt out something dumb, like: your eyes, or your smile, or i like the look you give me that i never see you give anyone else. But he had plenty of practice keeping those thoughts quiet, so he immediately shut them down. "I like a lot of things about you, dude. There's a reason you're my freakin' camera man - don't act like you dunno." Max said sincerely with a shrug, trying to play it off. "But the thing I like the most?" He considered it briefly. "I like how you never treat me like I'm dumb. Even when I am. And how you put up with stupid shit like this." Ain't that the truth. Max scooted back some and peeked over his shoulder to read the question's as Brady scrolled. "I'd ask you the same but I feel like I'm pushin' my luck here."

There were few things Brady wouldn't do for a waffle, so he had to give it to Max. Dude had a point. "I'll try to make a household announcement when I eat the last one so at least you're aware." And he would certainly remember to yell it at the top of his lungs. Brady pressed his lips into a tight line when Max started answering the question, mostly because...well, he didn't really expect it, he supposed. He thought Max would have more of a joke answer, and he wasn't prepared for his stomach to sink the way it did, even if it was just Max being a good friend and saying something kind about him. "I mean, you're not dumb, you just...do dumb things sometimes. But like, whatever bro, we all do." Brady shrugged, trying to push it all to the back of his mind. "I like that you haven't fired me and kicked me out yet," Brady said with a smirk, still scrolling through the questions. A cop out? Sure, but that was Brady for you. "Here's one. What do we wanna dress up as for Halloween this year?"

Briefly Max imagined Brady with a giant megaphone to alert him whenever they were low and the important stuff --- like waffles. That'd be the only legitimate reason to get a megaphone, but he had a feeling that they'd abuse that fast. Wow, he was really maturing. As Max finished speaking and Brady had a chance to process what he said, Max was suddenly nervous. He wasn't shy about telling someone when he cared about them. His family always was affectionate and vocal about those things. But for the first time he was briefly concerned he'd said too much. But thankfully Brady didn't notice. Max relaxed with a small grin. "Yeah, I know. That's the other thing I like about you. You do dumb things with me." That's what he liked about him from the start, after all. "Uh --- I have fired you. Several times actually. Not my fault you keep coming back for more." He wasn't able to read a lot of the questions as Brady flicked passed them, but there were some he caught glimpses of that he was glad Brady decided to skip passed. Yikes they had some dedicated fans. At the question, he felt his energy rise, and he gently hit Brady in the arm. "I was thinking about this, dude. I have a couple of ideas. But I'm thinking we blend is as the security and see if anyone even notices us. We can film the whole time at one of the giant ass parties and they can't even kick us out for it. Smart, right? Unless you got any better ideas?"

#CANON #brax q&a #current verse #001

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