im sorry if someone made this before

Warm As Wool

Prompt: 13 & 22

“You can borrow mine.”
“You’re warm.”

A/n: I’ve never tried writing for Jonathan or any Stranger Things character before so I’m open to any criticism or feedback you have!

Being good friends with the friendly neighborhood outcast was always an interesting time, even if you weren’t particularly well known in the student body either. Most of that being thanks to the fact that you spent almost all of your free time in the library, and when you weren’t there you could most likely be found at home, painting or tending to your plants.

But it wasn’t that people didn’t like you either, they just didn’t particularly know you very well, but the ones that did were incredibly fond of you. One of them being Steve Harrington. He was the closest you could call a friend among his own group, he was one of the few who didn’t constantly ask you for with history or english homework or if you knew the best possible way to grow roses for an upcoming anniversary.

That being said, Steve still wasn’t your only close friend, the other Jonathan Byers, the infamous outcast mentioned earlier. You’d had known him for over two years and in that time you two got to know and understand one another. He preferred to observe people from angle that was less warped by personal perspective, thus why he was constantly taking pictures, they only showed the truth about people.

And your reasons were a little less poetic. You just would rather spend your time with your books and plants as opposed to the usual pleasantries that was expected of the average teenager. The two of you had a mutual understanding of one another, and thus a friendship was formed.

Though as time passed, the lines  began to blur between companionship and deeper affection for Jonathan, though it wasn’t really a surprise for him. He’d never had someone in his life who understood him so well, apart from his brother but even then there were some things that made it seem you were the only one whom he could talk to of.

However, his shy and more reserved nature made it more of a problem to confront his feelings for you, so he instead preferred to admire from afar and keep it to himself until he had more confirmation about how you felt him.

And while he knew he was more obvious in his fondness for you, as his mother so kindly pointed out one day after you had left his house one day when you had come over as always until your parents would return from work.

“So have you told her yet?” Joyce asked him as she leaned against the kitchen counter.

Jonathan looked from the small pile of polaroids that he had in front of him. “I don’t know what you mean?”

Joyce held back the laugh and strolled over to the dining table and plucking one of the photos from it’s spot before Jonathan could move it away from her. She flipped it over and with a triumphant smiled she showed the photo to him, a candid of you pouring over a History textbook while your reading glasses slowly descended down the bridge of your nose.

“Are you sure about that?” Joyce mused.

Jonathan quickly felt the heat crawl up the back of his neck and it slowly made it’s way to his cheeks as he quickly took the photo from his mother and hiding it away from her. “It was a nice angle.” He mumbled quietly.

Enjoying the newfound embarrassment she was bringing to him. Joyce’s eyes swept across the other photo’s he was trying to hide with his arms. “Really? Is that why you took six of them?” She said with a profound amount of amusement in her tone, only meaning to tease him.

“Please don’t say anything?” He asked helplessly.

Joyce shook her head and crossed her heart. “Not a word.”

                                                   ~

“Oh damn.” You said as you scavenged through your bag for your scarf, letting out an annoyed sigh once you realized it wasn’t there. “So much for that.”

“Here.” Jonathan said, taking off his own jacket and placing it on you. “You can borrow mine, I’m not that cold anyways.”

You laughed after he put it on. “No kidding, this is like an oven here.” You said looking over at him with a grin. “You know you’re pretty warm.”

Jonathan smiled and looked down at the gravel. “Yeah, Will tells me the same thing every time I let him wear it too.”

“How is he anyways? Still holding up fine?” You asked him curiously. You had only met Will a few times, anytime you were over at the Byers he was at the Wheeler’s. And during the whole ordeal whenever he was missing you were out of town, and you only received minimal details of what had happened. That being said you were extremely fond of the kid and he looked up to you because of your mutual love for science and art.

Jonathan looked sideways for a second, seeing the genuine look on your face made him feel all warm in his chest. “He’s doing fine, thanks.” He told you, looking up at meeting your eyes for a second before he looked shyly back at the ground. “You know I’ve been meaning to-”

“(Y/n)!”

Steve’s voice came calling from the front of the school doors and both you and Jonathan turned to find him coming out of the library doors and jogging up to where you were.

He pulled a bundle of bright red fabric from behind his back and shot you a wide smile. “You almost forgot this.” He said, handing it out for you.

“Oh thank you! I was just gonna get it from the lost and found tomorrow.” You told him, wrapping the scarf around your hands.

Steve shot you a wink and saluted. “Not a problem, I’m always here to help a damsel in distress.”

The two of you shared a laugh before you waved him off, turning to find Jonathan looking pointedly at the ground. “I didn’t know you were with Steve.”

You sighed, knowing the history the two of them had. “He wanted a little extra help with the English assignment and I offered him some help.”

“Oh.”

You played with the ends of your scarf for a few seconds before walking up to him and wrapping it around his neck. “Don’t be cross with me, he’s just a friend.”

Jonathan’s eyes fixated themselves on the sudden color around his neck and he smiled. “I’m not mad.” He assured.

“Good! Now come on, I wanna go say hello to your mom.”

“Fine, I’m keeping the scarf though, I think the color suits me better.”

“Only if I can keep the jacket.”

“…Deal.”

EXO REACTION

your relationship being exposed during an interview

XIUMIN

Xiumin would have made a minor slip up while talking on the phone during an interview to a lucky fan by accidentally calling your name instead of the fans which would leave him a mumbling mess, trying to fix the mess he had made.

“…Yes up course I can y/n. Wait no im sorry, its just- I was- it uhmm,  your name, sounded really similar to someone I know, I apologize.”

“wait who’s y/n????”

Originally posted by ohhsenshine

SUHO

Suho would have been seen the day before with you getting out of a restaurant whilst holding hands, and in the interview they were quick to call him out asking who the mysterious girl truly was, making him throw out a quick reply followed by a grin.

“she’s my girlfriend actually”

Originally posted by suhomysuho

LAY

One of the questions asked in the interview was which one of the members stayed up latest at night, and all the members quickly pointed to lay, making the interviewer ask him what he did so late in the middle of the night.

“I sometimes video chat my girlfriend abroad actually”

Originally posted by kaiauch

BAEKHYUN

There had been a post swarming around of an image of at a party, which demonstrated in the background a couple kissing, you and Baekhyun to be exact. Despite trying to push the questions away, the interviewer kept insisting. 

“She’s actually my girlfriend, however I’d appreciate if no one asked about her, or tried figuring out who she is, since we don’t want her or our relationship in the limelight.”

Originally posted by pathkode

CHEN

There had been rumors going around saying Chen was dating, when suddenly in an interview, all the members where playing an image guessing game, using pictures sent in by fans, when a picture of you asleep came up and everyone turned to look at Chen who began giggling. 

“Ahh my jagi, she’s a keeper isn’t she?”

Originally posted by ohbaekhyuns

CHANYEOL

Chanyeol had been doing an interview, when the young female interviewer started throwing advances at him, and openly flirting. He was quick to shut her down, and at the same time let everyone know he was off the market.

“Actually, I don’t think my girlfriend would like this very much.”

Originally posted by sehunsi

D.O

In a recent interview, the members had been asked if any of them were seeing someone, when everyone immediately turned to look at Kyungsoo, making him flush bright red.

“Wait no, this isn’t fair. Whys everyone looking at me? Y/N wont appreciate this.”

Originally posted by teyuns

KAI

When asked the question everyone always looked forward to in any interview, kai quickly admitted to dating someone as he didn’t want it to be kept a secret anymore 

“Yeah I am seeing someone actually. She’s just great.”

Originally posted by j-jennie

SEHUN

In a backstage interview, when asked who bullied the members the most, Junmyeon admitted to being ganged up on by you and Sehun, saying you two were a deadly duo, and letting the part where you were Sehuns girlfriend slip, making the maknae burst out laughing.

“Actually, Sehun and his girlfriend Y/N always bully us. They’re really evil together its almost like an otherworldly force.”

“Yah!”

Originally posted by chenudes

~Admin Ari♡

I originally made this to help my friends with Wanna One, but I thought why not post it to let new fans learn some information. The rest is under keep reading cause I don’t want to have an insanely long post that hogs up space on dash.

Keep reading

TWRPtober

Am

Am I doing this right

anonymous asked:

I love your aus so much! your writing is one of the things that i look forward to the most on tumblr! i hope you're having a great day! and can i request a small au for the8 please? ◕ ◡ ◕

thank you sm!!!

  • professional figure skater!minghao 
  • performs solo and always chooses dark, dramatic classical pieces because they challenge him more
  • also because can you imagine him in a silken black shirt, poets sleeves, bedazzled red jewels around the open collar and then,,,,,ofc,,,,,The Eye Makeup
  • a dashing blood red eyeliner that glitters when he steps out onto the stage
  • and holy moly,,,,,he’d look like some kind of,,,,,,evil prince,,,,,evil handsome prince,,,,,,,im crying writing this
  • his long legs look amazing when he’s on ice and doing the turns and complicated jumps
  • and like,,,,,,hoW CAN someones body be so flexible and look like Actual Water when they move????
  • idk but minghao manages to pull that off. while on ICE
  • and the skating ring where he practices is open to the public on some days and ,,,, you happen to be there because a friend of yours dragged you along
  • and you,,,,,,,cannot skate to save your life. or anyone else’s for that matter
  • and your friend is having a grand old time skating backwards  and doing little turns and you’re stuck clinging to the wall for dear life
  • until suddenly you bump into someones back whose  also on the wall and you’re like!!!!!! im sorry,,, i just suck really bad
  • but when you look up,,,,,,,,,,,,you see a somehow familiar face,,,,,,,,a very handsome ,,,, familiar face
  • where have you see him before???????
  • and then you realize,,,,with a small sound,,,,,that you’re looking at XU MINGHAO,,,,,,,,,,,a world champion figure skater?????? and you’re like oh my god this is ten hundred times worse,,,, i made a fool myself on skates in front of a literal gOD of skates
  • but minghao is thinking the total opposite, he’d been leaning against the wall watching you try to wobble your way across the ice,,,,,,and tbh he found it really charming
  • and as you’re standing there, flustering over what to do, he takes your hand off the wall and he’s like “let me teach you, you’re not gonna learn if you don’t try.”
  • and your speechless,,,because??? he’s an professional????? how?????
  • but somehow you don’t feel scared with his hands in yours as he leads you to the center of the ring and he’s like “let’s first learn how to stand, ok?”
  • and,,,,it’s some kind of magic,,,,,minghao magic that he’s making ice skating fun for you,,,,,,,,,the person who was least excited about being here
  • and every time you look up, he’s smiling and his eyes sparkle and you swear,,,,,,you’re looking at an angel
  • and he’s gently still holding you but you’re learning fast and suddenly he lifts his hand to twirl you around and you’re like oh,,,, oh my,,,
  • but you successfully do a twirl
  • and minghao leans down and is like “im more of a solo skater, but soon enough you’ll be good enough to be my partner ^^”
  • and you’re like gfkdhsljafdls,,,,turning super red and hot in the face even though this indoor ring is freezing
  • because wow xu minghao just flirted with you,,,,,,,,and it was really cute and oh his hands still on your  waist,,,,,,,,,,,,don’t lose your balance and fall on the ice!!!!

Rei: *exists*

Nagisa: sign me the FUCK up 👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀 good shit go౦ԁ sHit👌 thats ✔ some good👌👌shit right👌👌th 👌 ere👌👌👌 right✔there ✔✔if i do ƽaү so my self 💯  i say so 💯  thats what im talking about right there right there (chorus: ʳᶦᵍʰᵗ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ) mMMMMᎷМ💯 👌👌 👌НO0ОଠOOOOOОଠଠOoooᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒ👌 👌👌 👌 💯 👌 👀 👀 👀 👌👌Good shit

anonymous asked:

Tell me about not-a-stoner Bitty

I had to google weed things for this ask and now the FBI is arresting me because the word bong is in my search history now

ANYWAY

-Bitty doesn’t smoke often. Once in a blue moon. The number of times Bitty has smoked in his life is less than the number of times Shitty has smoked in one month. Only smokes when he wants to de-stress.

-Bitty HATES HATES HATES the smell. Doesn’t want it anywhere in his living space. Thinks the smoke is kinda yucky. Whenever he’s carrying bud in his bag or something he keeps it in an air tight container and sprays his bag with so much body spray/perfume/cologne to diffuse it

-He’s also like super paranoid about the smell lingering on his clothes. One of his nightmares involves his favorite chinos forever smelling like actual fucking skunk 

-prefers bowls to joints like a rational person

-He actually owns a really cute bowl. its blue and shiny and Lardo bought it for him. It’s more of a novelty thing cause he doesnt use it much

-When he’s high every joke is funny. Every word is funny. everythings funny and he’s laughin and also sort of crying because he’s low key scared that his mama is going to catch him smoking even though shes like 500 miles away

-Really only likes to smoke with Shitty and Lardo (sometimes with the frogs too). It’s a nice environment with them whether or not they’re at the haus or the lake or wherever those kooky college kiddos smoke idfk i exculsively get high in a forest

-Bitty also insists on wearing Shitty’s hoodies when he smokes (b/c of the smell thing. He’d rather stink up shittys stuff not his own nice button downs. 

-7/10 out of ten he’ll cough on his first hit. It’s okay bitty theres no shame in that. 

-He’s made pot brownies before

–alternatively: Early on in his encounters with weed, he ate a whole pot brownie cause he didn’t really know any better and he was sort of dead to the world for like over a day it was v traumatic

-yeah so bitty boy isnt a stoner but hes not a stranger to weed and one last thing he’s shot gunned with someone on the smh and i wont tell you who so take a guess in the tags

anonymous asked:

Rapunzel and Flynn Rider tree bros,,,,,,,,,

hecc yo, also i haven’t seen tangled in a long time sorrryryyy. also the only reason connor is rapunzel is that he has longer hair lmao

AO3 Link

Connor sighed. Just another day in this stupid tower. He should be more grateful, he knows that, but he isn’t today. Honestly he kind of just wants to jump out the window, flying down to the ground and slamming into the grass however hard gravity permitted.

He would never really, he had just been thinking recently how boring it is here.

He gets to paint, sure, and he gets to read, sure, and he gets a nice room and place all to himself, but that’s the problem. He’s all alone.

And his hair is getting too messy for this. Connor’s knows about the fucking magic, but he just wishes he could cut it. At this point, it just gets in the way. He had tried to style it so that it was relatively contained before, but he had always failed. These days he just tied it into a big knot that still fell to his lower back.

Connor was sitting in bed, enjoying a new book that his mother had gotten him, when the heard a crash. He dashed down the stairs, into his main living space. There was a man standing there, looking out the window.

Who is he? Connor thought, And what is he doing here?

He quickly grabbed the closest weapon to him, a heavy cast iron frying pan which was hanging on the wall, and wielded it like a sword. “Who are you?”

The man turned around, instantly raising his arms in surrender. He had a brown satchel over his shoulder. “I- My name is Evan.” The man said, “There’s no need to- threaten me- with that.”

Connor narrowed his eyes. “Why are you here, Evan?”

“I- I just found this place, ok? I needed a place to hide so I climbed up.”

Connor looked at him in disbelief.

“I swear!” Evan sighed. “Listen, you don’t have to believe me.”

“Good, because I don’t.” Connor lowered the frying pan, mostly because it was too heavy to hold up in one position for a long period of time. 

“Well…The fact that you don’t trust me makes me trust you more, I guess.” Evan chuckled. 

Connor shook his head in confusion, taking a step  away from Evan to place the pan back on it’s hook.

“Like uh…Like I feel safer because I’m with someone who doesn’t trust strangers.”

“Oh, well…” Connor smiled. “Thanks.”

They were silent.

“Listen sorry if this is…Awkward. I haven’t ever spoken to another person who isn’t my mother before.”

Evan’s eyes widened. “Never?”

Connor blushed. “Never.” 

Evan tilted his head. “You’re doing pretty well.” He made his way to the window, “I like your hair.”

Connor’s face got redder.

Evan swung his legs outside of the window, removing two sharp arrows from his satchel. (So that was how he had climbed up.)

“Well?” Evan prompted, “Are you coming?”

WHEN YOU TAKE THE MASK OFF (Part 6)

Series Summary: Frank’s one-night-stands turns into more than he thought, and this girl is more than she seems.

A/N: This is the last fluffy chapter before t get messy (dun Dun DUN)

Frank Adler x reader

Word count: 906 (I know, it’s short)

Summary: Happy birthday Mary Adler!  And for this special occasion, (Y/N) has a special gift for her.

Warnings: none

PART 5

(GIFs not mine)

Originally posted by kit-kat-coffeeworld

Originally posted by the1goddessofpink

Keep reading

anonymous asked:

How would the UT and UF Bros react to being on the surface with their S/O at a coffee shop, but while they were waiting in line, someone made rude comments about the skellie and tried to flirt with the S/O, who tried to get them to back off, but they pressed their luck and the S/O looks down at their boiling hot coffee, sighs, and says "This is a waste of a damn good coffee" before throwing it in the flirter's face, grabbing their Skell, and running out cackling?

hey, im sorry to leave papyrus out of this but i literally cant think of a good scenario, added with my adhd distracting me, added with probably someyhing else idk. but here u go ok

Undertale

Sans

Sans isn’t normally bothered by people flirting with you, because he understands that you are his, and only his. He only begins to have a problem with it when you start acting visibly uncomfortable, and the guy still doesn’t back down. He reaches out and holds your hand to support you. If you tense up, he’ll step in and snidely make the dude screw off. However, he doesn’t feel you tense, instead relaxed, as you interrupt the guy to take a sip of your coffee, look down at it, say “This is a waste of a damn good coffee,” and promptly splashing it in the guys face. Sans didn’t have any time to react before he’s pulled from the shop by you. When you two stop running, about a block down, he looks at you with a slightly proud look, noting how he’s glad to have you.

Underfell
Red

Red, being the most protective and jealous out of the skeletons, was instantly tense when the guy said his first word to you. He started to show more physical affection to you, such as holding your hand, looping your arms around each other, and not having an inch of personal space between you two. The guy ignored this, and also didn’t acknowledge your polite rejections. The final straw, was him making this ridiculous reason as to why he should at LEAST get a hug, which then resulted in you looking down at your overpriced coffee, taking one last sip, saying  “This is a waste of a damn good coffee,” and chucking it in the creep’s face. You then grabbed Red and sprinted out of the coffee shop, heart racing, where he picked you up and kissed you in the middle of the sidewalk. He fell a little bit more in love with you, that day.

honestly it’s a miracle automata was even made I can’t believe they are already thinking of another one

anonymous asked:

natasha romanoff, 20 please?

Thank you for the ask, anon. hope you like it! sorry this got a bit wordy haha

Warnings: injuries, angst, arguing, fluff, feels


You were about to abort your visit to the kitchen of the Avengers compound when you saw Natasha Romanoff sitting in there.

The two of you had had a pretty rough argument the day before.

She’d been out on a mission and you’d been in the quinjet, taking the part of the team’s ‘eyes in the sky’ as they infiltrated a suspected Hydra warehouse.

You could see pretty quickly that the route Nat was planning to take had too many hostiles to take on alone, even with the skill set of the Black Widow.

“Nat, take the south entrance instead. There’s a whole bunch of them coming your direction,” you’d told her.

“I can take them. Just cover the outskirts, alright?”

You clenched your jaw in frustration. She may be an infamous assassin, but that didn’t make her invincible. You hated the thought of her getting hurt, or worse.

Moments after Nat entered the building, your heart dropped to your stomach at the sound of rapid gun fire followed by a loud explosion, the area soon surrounded in flames and smoke.

You’d quickly got to work on setting the quinjet on auto pilot, grabbing your gear and joining the team on the ground. You were running on pure fear and adrenaline as you followed Stark through the debris in attempts to find Nat while the others secured the area and dealt with the  remaining hostiles.

“Well, that was fun,” a slightly bloody and bruised Natasha appeared from behind the wreckage. You didn’t know if you wanted to hug her or slap her.

With a breath of relief, you composed yourself enough to help her get back to the quinjet, Cap giving the order to take her back to the compound while they cleared up.

Keep reading

Grown Up Halloween Day 5: Potions

REAL LIFE: OLD TIMES
COUPLE: TBS X READER
RATING: CUTE + FLIRTY + SMUTTY SUGGESTION

Keep reading

anonymous asked:

"Don't you love me?" using uh that Hostie boy and someone else idfk it's late not really but I'm tired okay I'm tired- that one gull that was supposed to pass through but didn't just pass through caw caw

// excuse-a me but uhhh this sucks? Like, im writing this note before ive even wrote the actual fic and i can just tell its gonna suck?? Im sorry (wow lookin’ back i was right what a surprise)

(also this fic made me realize I really need to come up with a first name for our lovely doctor bc lemme tell you, writing “Dr. Iplier” or “the doctor” over and over while trying to type in a wrist brace (dealing with some lowkey wrist pain bc of massive amounts of school work but nothing serious lmao) is not freaking fun //

(tw: relationship issues, cursing (this has like 4 curse words and i dont even curse outside of my writing what the heck) distrust, brief mention of hair pulling, crying, yelling, just a lot of angst. Sorry, lovelies)

-

“Dammit, Host! You can’t just… leave!” Dr. Iplier is pacing the Host’s library, red-faced and furious, as Host sits calmly nearby. The doctor looks over at his, throwing his hands up in rage at the placid expression on the other Ego’s face.

“Look! You just… you don’t even care, Host! You were gone for four days! No note, no goodbye, no explanation! Not even a goddamn phone call!” Dr. Iplier’s eyes are welling up with angry tears, and he hates it, he hates it, he hates it. It makes him feel weak and over-emotional but four days is a long goddamn time.

“Don’t you trust me, love?” Host’s voice is cool and almost harsh, but Dr. Iplier can sense a trembling, anxious emotion right underneath the surface and he desperately wants to comfort him. He wants to wrap his arms around his lover, pull him close, and put this whole argument behind them. But he can’t. This isn’t the first time this has happened, and the doctor knows that if he gives in again, it won’t be the last.

“Considering how this is the fourth time this has happened, I’m not sure if I do trust you at the moment, Auth-.”

Dr. Iplier freezes, and the rest of the word gets caught in his throat. The room is deadly silent apart from the sharp intake of breath that comes from the blind Ego in the room. The doctor feels his heart pound rapidly in his chest, and his hands begin to shake slightly. He’s suddenly have a harder time breathing, and Dr. Iplier thinks that, if no one speaks up soon, the anticipation may just kill him.

“Well, Dr. Iplier, while the Host understands your distrust in him, he would like to remind Dr. Iplier Fischbach, to refer to him as ‘The Host,’ and only The Host.”

The silence is shattered by the sound of the Host’s voice echoing through the study, bouncing off the walls and reverberating back to the pair, shaking the doctor’s ear drums. It reminds Dr. Iplier of a metal hammer striking a piece of glass, effectively shattering the material into infinitesimal pieces. The Host’s words remind Dr. Iplier of the feeling that accompanies the act of having those tiny shards dig tunnels into your skin, causing blood to well to the surface and flow down the palm of your hand, pooling on the floor and staining the material beneath your feet.

The doctor is reminded as to why the quote “love is pain,” is such a popular statement.

“I’m sorry, Host… Really, really, I am. I.. I don’t have any extensive, articulate apologies to offer. I just… I’m terribly sorry.” Dr. Iplier’s voice breaks at the end, and he feels warm tears slip down his face. He doesn’t mean for it to happen, but he can’t help it. He can’t help but feel as if they’ve started all over, from the very, cold-shouldered beginning to the era of The Host.

He can’t help but feel as if they’ve lost something.

“Don’t you love me?” The Host’s voice is vulnerable and open in a way that, even with the doctor, is rare for Host to expose.

The question whips across the doctor’s mind in a way that’s comparable to the harsh nature of a cold winter’s wind. It catches him off guard, and threatens to sweep him off his feet, forcing him to fall into a frozen pile of numbness. It stings bitterly to hear Host have such doubts, but considering the way they were just speaking to each other, it’s almost expected. It almost doesn’t hurt.

Almost.

“Of course I do, love,” There’s no hesitation contained within the five words that compose the simple sentence. There’s no shakiness or uncertainty in Dr. Iplier’s voice as he states a phrase that he has never considered to be anything less than the undeniable truth. He loves the Host, of course he does.There’s no question.

The only question is: how much?

“Then, hopefully, the doctor will understand when the Host says that he needs some time alone, at least, for the moment,” The Host’s voice has reverted back to the cold nature of when they first met, and not for the first time today, and the doctor feels his heart sink to his feet. The life feels drained out of him, and he doesn’t even have the energy to open his mouth to form a response.

He’s tempted to scream, to cry out and express his pain at the frigid attitude of his lover, the newfound corruption that now fills their relationship to the brim. He wants to shout and pull at his own hair. He wants to cry, sink to the floor, and sob over the way the Host looks at him, as if he’s no longer the Host. As if he no longer cares. And perhaps, he doesn’t.

However, he does none of those things. He turns on his heel, fighting back tears, and heads towards the door.

And he leaves.