these are the right faces right ann

A CONCEPT

EXOS WITH BUILT-IN TOUCH SCREENS FOR THE SOLE PURPOSE OF SHOWING EMOTION

THEY SWIPE ACROSS THE SCREEN TO BRING UP AN EMOTICON THAT MATCHES WHAT THEY’RE FEELING.

MOST OF THE TIME, THIS MOTION COMES NATURALLY, BUT THERE HAVE BEEN MANY INCIDENTS WHERE AN EXO IS IN A HEATED ARGUMENT WHILST A “^o^” IS DISPLAYED ON THEIR SCREEN

anonymous asked:

This is has a bit off spoilers i think so i dont know if its alright but how would the panthom thieves react if their S/O was the one arrested (instead of Joker) and beacause of that they're the ones drugged and beaten by the police ? Thanks you're amazing i love reading your stories

No, it’s okay! I’ll use a spoiler warning just in case. I’m glad you enjoy my stories, and I hope you enjoy this one as well! Thank you for your support!

WARNING: spoilers and mentions of death ahead. Please read at your own discretion.


Akira:

  • Joker never agreed to S/O being the bait in the first place.
  • They were to stay with rest of the group, but they sneakily broke away to lure the police away from Joker.
  • The authorities ended up catching S/O before Joker could even make himself known, and his face was as pale as snow when he discovered this.
  • As a leader, he couldn’t allow himself to panic, but as a boyfriend, he was frantic with fear at the thought of S/O suffering in his place.
  • However, he secretly ordered the Thieves to stick to the plan (without alerting Akechi, of course); he had faith that S/O could properly relay the truth to Sae.
  • Akira loathed feeling so powerless, and he could only imagine what the police would do to S/O under the belief that they were the leader of the Phantom Thieves.
  • He also had to worry about the fact that Akechi would inevitably recognize them and ‘kill’ them to torment Joker.
  • Fortunately, the plan had progressed smoothly, and Akechi only disposed of S/O’s cognitive self.
  • Sae immediately caught on and covertly transferred S/O to Leblanc.
  • When Akira saw his worst fears realized, he was silent.
  • He could never verbalize how disgusted and enraged he was with S/O’s captors.
  • Sae apologized for returning S/O in such a state, and she was baffled that the police’s actions were authorized in the first place.
  • He didn’t hear her; all of his attention was focused on S/O as he gently embraced them and quietly apologized for being an incompetent leader.
  • S/O had to strain their ears to her him, but they shook their head and hugged him back, explaining that they only acted as bait because of how valuable he was as a leader… and as a partner.
  • “…We’ll talk later,” he whispered for their ears only, prior to retracting and initiating a group discussion of the circumstances so far.
  • Once everyone left and Sojiro closed up shop, Akira had S/O sit with him on the bar stools to eat the curry that Sojiro had prepared for the couple.
  • All S/O could do was express how sorry they were for worrying him.
  • Akira simply cradled their swollen face with his hands, gently kissing their wounds as he said, “I’m just glad you’re here, but please… promise me you’ll never do this again. I couldn’t even imagine what would have happened if you…” 
  • His breath hitched in his throat as his forehead rested on theirs, and S/O kissed the palms of his hands before saying, “I won’t… but promise me you won’t bear all the burden alone again.”
  • Akira nodded before embracing them again. “I’ll try, love…”
  • The two stayed like that for a while, basking in each other’s cathartic presence before Akira got up to fetch some ice for S/O’s wounds.


Ryuji:

  • When Ryuji saw Akira instead of S/O, his heart plummeted.
  • His legs moved on their own as they dragged him toward the leader.
  • “…Where the hell are they?”
  • Akira’s onyx gaze pierced through Ryuji’s, and the blonde noticed the subtle regret clouding the leader’s eyes in addition to the clenching of his jaw. “I couldn’t stop them… I’m sorry, Ryuji.”
  • “Shit! God dammit,” Ryuji hissed at the ground, tearing his eyes away from Akira.
  • He shoved his fists into his pockets and inhaled deeply, attempting to control his boiling rage.
  • His fury was more directed at his own neglect; he could have kept S/O safe and beside him, but he was too frantic to notice their departure.
  • Ryuji glanced up at Akira’s tense, stoic face; at that moment, he knew that the leader was equally as disappointed in himself.
  • The blonde rested a hand on Akira’s shoulder in reassurance. “Hey man, it ain’t your fault. No one knew this was gonna happen. We just… gotta have faith in them.”
  • Ryuji’s head dropped prior to pivoting away from Akira. There was nothing any of them could except follow through with the plan, and he cursed his ineptitude.
  • Waiting was torture for him; he paced the floor of Leblanc, striving to distract himself from all the terrible things he was imagining by playing with his phone.
  • When Sae finally arrived with S/O, a wave of relief blanketed him.
  • However, it was short-lived; once he took notice of the purple and red blotches on S/O’s body, his body shook with recurring anger.
  • Ryuji saw red when he discovered that they had been drugged in addition to being beaten. 
  • He forcefully drove his quivering fists inside his pockets to prevent himself from punching something and his heel tapped the floor in an effort to expel some of his burning wrath.
  • Although, his rampant emotions subsided just as quickly when he felt the familiar warmth of S/O’s palm on his cheek.
  • Ryuji held their gaze for a moment before abruptly snaking his arms around their shoulders.
  • “Ryuji… I’m sorry, but I couldn’t-”
  • “You couldn’t let Joker take the blow, right? I know, but… god dammit, don’t do somethin’ so stupid ever again… please…” he pleaded, his arms slightly constricting around S/O.
  • They embraced his waist and nodded into his shoulder. “Okay. Sorry for making you wait.”
  • Ryuji relinquished his grip on them after a final squeeze and retrieved some ice for them while the Thieves discussed their next plan of attack.
  • He didn’t leave their side once.


Ann:

  • Panther would have sprinted to rescue S/O the moment she realized they strayed from the group.
  • Alas, Queen held her back and told her to stick to the plan, and Ann complied, having no other option.
  • She clung on to the hope that S/O would return to her arms once more as she followed the other Thieves back to reality.
  • Every time she thought about S/O she would begin to fidget with anxiety. They would be okay… right?
  • Anger is too mild of a term to describe what Ann feels when she casts her gaze upon S/O’s bruised and battered face as they entered Leblanc.
  • However, relief was the more dominant emotion, and it prompted her to dash toward S/O and ensnare them in a hug.
  • “Ah…!” they exclaimed, somewhat surprised by the strength of her grip.
  • “Sorry!” Ann exclaimed, loosening her arms a trifle. “I’m just… so happy that you’re here. Please don’t go off and do something so dangerous on your own, okay?”
  • S/O kissed the side of her ashy blonde head. “All right. I’m sorry for causing trouble.”
  • Ann shook her head, her wavy locks tickling the side of S/O’s neck. “You’re back, that’s what matters. But,” she leaned back to inspect S/O’s face, “I’m… so sorry you had to go through that. I can’t believe the police would do something so disgusting. If only I-”
  • “No. It’s not your fault, Ann.”
  • The blonde nodded, constricting her arms around S/O before releasing them. “All right. Come on, S/O, let’s cheer up and find a way to finish this!”
  • While the Thieves planned their next move, Ann held S/O close, never letting go of their hand.

Yusuke:

  • Fox’s face paled even more when he noticed S/O’s absence.
  • He knew precisely what their intent was, and he nimbly slipped away from the other Thieves to prevent S/O from doing something reckless.
  • Men in suits ran right past him while he was concealed in the shadows, so he decided to give chase, surmising that it would bring him one step closer to S/O.
  • Fox finally saw them, and he sprinted after their shrinking form.
  • They were right in front of the stain-glass window when he felt something cling onto his waist, hindering his movement.
  • He swerved his gaze to glare at the offender, only to find that it was Joker.
  • The leader shook his head to convey a single order: don’t go after S/O.
  • Fox opened his mouth to protest, but Joker spoke before him. 
  • “I want to go after them too, but we need to get out of here now or else their effort will be in vain. We have to believe in them, Fox.”
  • Fox clenched his jaw and narrowed his eyes at S/O’s disappearing form as they leaped out of the window. 
  • A bead of sweat rolled down his cheek as he nodded curtly and scowled, “…Understood.”
  • He knew Joker was right, but he couldn’t help but feel angry with himself and S/O. Why hadn’t they stuck to the plan?
  • All he could do was wait back in the real world. His focus was completely tarnished as thoughts of S/O consumed his mind. Would they be okay? Were they going to get hurt? 
  • …Would he ever see them again?
  • Yusuke arrived at Leblanc along with everyone else, and he didn’t utter a single word as he seated himself in one of the booths, his elbows perched on the table and his fingers interlaced in front of his lips.
  • The jingle of Leblanc resounded, and Yusuke immediately uplifted himself, hands flat against the table as he glared at S/O.
  • “S/O! How could you be so foolish-”
  • His words were instantaneously cut off when he noticed their injuries, and any trace of his initial fury was replaced by heartbreak and concern. 
  • “Oh my god… what have they… done to you…?” Yusuke asked shakily, hurriedly maneuvering out of the booth to cradle S/O’s dilapidated face.
  • They smiled weakly as they delicately placed their hands over his. “This is nothing. You should have seen the other guys.”
  • The artist narrowed his glassy eyes at them. “This is no laughing matter! You could have died if they had discovered you weren’t the leader.”
  • S/O’s eyes abruptly became wet as they whispered, “…I know.”
  • Yusuke’s heart broke upon seeing such an expression, and he silently cursed himself for letting his emotions get the better of him. He tenderly embraced S/O and breathed, “Forgive me for being so inconsiderate. You must have been terrified as well, if not more so. Come, my love, take a seat and rest. I shall be right beside you.”
  • He sat with them throughout the group discussion, allowing them to rest their head on his shoulder as he intermittently kissed their crown, whispering that they did a good job and they have nothing to fear now.


Makoto:

  • Queen noticed S/O attempting to leave the group after the battle with Shadow Sae, and she gently seized their wrist before inquiring as to what they were doing.
  • “Oh, it’s nothing. I thought I dropped something. Come on, let’s get out of here.”
  • The Thieves said farewell to Joker, and S/O followed him after they made sure no one was paying attention.
  • Naturally, Queen panicked when she discovered that S/O wasn’t with the group, but she explained to the others that S/O would rendezvous with them later.
  • She had to keep her tone as casual as possible so as not to arise Crow’s suspicion.
  • Later, when she was back in reality, Makoto frantically called Akira to ask what was going on, and he explained that S/O got captured instead of himself.
  • “No… oh my god. I mean, I’m glad you’re safe, but… will they be all right? What should we do?”
  • Makoto continued barraging him with questions, and he calmly explained that she needed to believe in S/O, in addition to Sae.
  • Once she settled down, she apologized to Akira before he instructed her to meet the group at Leblanc.
  • Having no other option, she set off to the cafe, her mind hazy with anxiety and fear for S/O’s safety.
  • She mentally prayed that Sae would come through and save S/O.
  • Makoto arrived at Leblanc and perched herself on one of the stools, fumbling her thumbs and shaking her leg as she imagined countless possibilities of what would happen if the plan went awry.
  • Her head whipped around when she heard the front door, and she breathed a sigh of relief when she saw S/O and Sae standing there.
  • Makoto stumbled toward S/O and embraced, but when she pulled back to look at their face, her expression contorted with rage and disbelief.
  • “S/O…! Did… they did this to you…?”
  • She turned to Sae. “Wasn’t there something you could have done?”
  • The elder sister shook her head, a disgusted expression on her face. “I’m afraid I arrived too late. I had no idea they would resort to that kind of treatment. I’m sorry, Makoto, it was… out of my hands. ”
  • Makoto shook her head. “Thank you for bringing them here safely.” Then she glanced at S/O, gently placing a hand on their cheek. “You need medical attention. Come with me; there’s first aid kit in my bag.”
  • S/O could swear they heard Makoto mutter under her breath, “I’m going to make those bastards pay for this.”
  • In that moment, they knew that their attackers were going to endure a much crueler fate than S/O should Makoto ever find them.
  • They didn’t dwell on it too much; they were too distracted by Makoto being so close to them as she treated their face.
  • “S/O, your face is so red… does it hurt? Should I stop?” she asked, her face only a few mere inches away from S/O’s as she scrutinized them.
  • “N-no! I’m fine it’s just a little,” they paused to clear their throat, “hot in here.”


Futaba:

  • Oracle knew what S/O was going to do the moment they broke off from the group.
  • However, she couldn’t contact them without the others - namely Crow - overhearing her, so she had to hope for the best as she pretended to instruct Joker.
  • In actuality, her instruction was for S/O, and fortunately Joker had quickly caught on to this fact, so he decided to depart for Leblanc straight away.
  • She did her best to conceal her panic and she made up an excuse for S/O’s absence.
  • Once everything had settled and the plan was in motion, Futaba practically sprinted to Leblanc to rendezvous with Akira.
  • “Akira! What the heck happened back there?! Where’s S/O?”
  • He explained the situation, a look of shame on his face.
  • Apparently, S/O suddenly ran past where he was hiding and lured the men in suits in Akira’s place.
  • “No way… please tell me they’ll be all right. Please, Akira…”
  • She clung on to Akira, and he held her as he stroked the back of her fiery head. “Don’t worry Futabs, S/O and Sae will make the right choice and come back to us.” yes i spelled it as futabs on purpose
  • Sure enough, Akira was correct.
  • Futaba lunged at S/O when they entered the cafe and mumbled, “Thank god thank god thank god…! Hey, wait a minute…” 
  • She glimpsed at their face and gasped in horror. “No..! How could they…? W-wait here, Sojiro has band-aids and medicine somewhere!”
  • Futaba frantically scrimmaged through the cabinets and retrieved the medical kit, determined to help S/O.
  • As much as she wanted to wallow in her hatred for the people that hurt S/O, she understood that they needed her right now.
  • She applied ointment and bandages on their face and spoke softly, “I’m really sorry you had to endure this. It’s… it’s absolutely horrible. I’m so sorry I couldn’t… find a better way.”
  • A tear leaked out of her eye, and S/O kissed it away before caressing her cheek with their thumb. “I’m here now. We’re all going to make it out of this, Futaba. Together.”
  • The redhead nodded and hugged S/O once she was finished patching them up.
  • Futaba didn’t let go of them for a while; she didn’t want them to disappear again.


Haru:

  • “Where is…?” Noir asked to herself.
  • She worriedly glanced around the Palace, but S/O was nowhere to be found.
  • Her mauve eyes widened when she realized what they were planning on doing, but she had to act natural to the others.
  • Truthfully, she wanted nothing more than to run away to where S/O was, but Crow’s watchful eyes hindered her from doing so.
  • S/O, Noir thought, please come back to us safe and sound.
  • She was completely on edge for the rest of the journey back home, her nerves frayed with worry and concern.
  • Haru nervously fidgeted with her hands inside her car, ignoring her surroundings in addition to her fiance’s bragging.
  • However, her anxiety was too overwhelming, so she snapped at her fiance and told him to ‘shut the hell up’.
  • He was so shocked that he complied, and although Haru knew she was going to regret it later, she simply didn’t care; frankly, she didn’t care about anything other than S/O’s safety in that moment.
  • She practically barged into the meeting place, Leblanc, in hopes of encountering S/O there.
  • However, it was only the rest of the Thieves, including Akira.
  • The leader revealed the details of what occurred and how S/O took his place.
  • The blood in Haru’s face drained as she listened to him, and she hoped with all her heart that S/O would return safely.
  • She smiled from her astonishment when they walked inside Leblanc, ecstatic that her fears had not come to fruition.
  • But when she approached them and saw S/O’s beat-up face, she gasped in horror.
  • “S/O… why…?” she breathed, her fingertips delicately brushing their face, “This is… this is unforgivable!”
  • Her eyes grew wet, and S/O placed a tender kiss to her forehead in an attempt to soothe her. “Haru… I’m sorry for worrying you, but I promise it wasn’t for nothing.”
  • Haru shook her head, her caramel locks swishing slightly as she said, “Your safety is what matters most to me. So please… stay by my side right now.”
  • S/O nodded and embraced the gardener. “I will… always.”
Baker’s Four - Part Five

Last Part | Masterpost | Next Part (to be added)

A/N Sorry for the wait and quality. It gets better later on in the chapter.

Pairing: polyam (Prince/Morality/Logic), developing polyam + Anxiety (known as Ann)

Genre: Fluff, AU, Human AU, Baking AU, slight angst

Word Count: 2140

Warnings: none (?)

Summary:

It turns out Ann has a secret. And he’s not so good at keeping it.

Keep reading

Hay Fever

Originally posted by harryforvogue

Harry hasn’t been this sick in a while and it’s all because he didn’t treat his symptoms. Now he has his ex taking care of him but he hasn’t had the chance to forget her. He doesn’t know what’s sadder – the reunion or his sickness. Loads of fluff/happy ending. Read part two here: http://harryforvogue.tumblr.com/post/156855035375/fever-for-you

Keep reading

Chapter IV | Tell Me - A Harry Styles Uni AU

Main Story page is here.

Song for the Playlist - Guys My Age by Hey Violet

Instagrams are here.

Word Count - 4500…ish

“What part of ‘I have nothing to say to you’, do you not understand?” She asked as she stopped abruptly and turned back around to face him.

“No, see I get it, Eden,” he took a step onto the stairs to become taller than her again. “But you’ve got to let me explain to you-…”

“You made it perfectly clear how you felt. Have a great fucking new year, Harry. Now, if you don’t mind, I’d like to come back down in half an hour to get my food in peace. Goodnight.”

Keep reading

I have a know it all Goro headcanon like he ends up researching everyone’s persona backstory so he can get a feel for their real personality

has two volumes of notebooks for Joker’s persona so far

when Joker summons Lucifer Futaba cackles like “Eyyy it’s bishie Satan"and Goro just "Weeeeeell, actually–” you can hear Ann going “Oh boy” right before Goro starts ranting about Lucifer=/=Satan and it’s just a pop culture interpretation!

Ryuji’s voice “no one care” except Yusuke takes notes in case he can use this for his next painting

meanwhile Joker just “Cool cool so tell me do you know why Incubus has big dick but ugly face I thought he’s supposed to be charming women left and right”

and that’s the story of how Goro ends up googling about incubus’ huge dong

One Year | A Gaston Story (Chapter Fourteen)

Originally posted by teryworldwanderlust

One Year | A Gaston Story

Gaston (Luke Evans) X OC

Summary: Gaston made all the wrong choices in life, and when a dramatic fall from the Beast’s castle leaves him wounded and near-death, he thinks it’s the end of his time. Suddenly, an old beggar woman appears at his side and heals him back to his normal self but gives him one year, and only one year, to find true love before his time on earth and the town’s memories of him come to an end.

Prologue | One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six | Seven | Eight | Nine | Ten | Eleven | Twelve | Thirteen | Fourteen

Tags: @harleyscheekheart ; @jordyhaley ; @gawston ; @araceli91103 ; @the7thsilence ; @blackxthexbeast ; @hobbithorse19 ; @epicfallenismine ; @imoyu-trashblog ; @naildiva87 ; @dracsgirl


Hours after the sun finally descended behind the hilltops, the villagers of this peculiar small town, nestled safely in the valleys of France, illuminated their lanterns on every front porch. Dotted with specks of light throughout the narrow cobblestone roads, the town remained hidden yet approachable as its newest visitors, Gaston and Anne, retreated to their separate rooms for the evening. Contrasting to Villeneuve, the streets were far from deserted in the after hours of nightfall as customers poured into the tavern, interested in elaborate details from Harry the Bartender about the two travelers. Word spread quickly in this town but, unlike Villeneuve, whispers were often laced with curiosity and excitement rather than gossip and tones of cynicism.

The temperature dropped significantly in the evening, but that didn’t stop the tavern’s customers from filing out into the streets as they hummed memorable tunes passed down from generations before them. All singing ceased, however, when three figures, a cloaked elderly woman and two stubby men, emerged from the rolling hilltops and through the entrance of the town.

Bonsoir!

Bonsoir!

Bonsoir!

The villagers welcomed the three strangers with open arms and wide smiles, but the woman pushed by, shouldering them with her impressive strength. Their heads whipped around in pure shock as the old woman continued onward without the slightest apology.

“Bonsoir!” A loud resident stepped in the middle of the street to greet the strangers.

Shut up,” the witch growled to the villager’s shocked reaction.

Although Vayle was pleased with herself for cursing the river, Tom and Dick were progressively hesitant and critical about her powers: Tom, in particular. The witch was cognizant of his intent to court Anne, but unbeknownst to him, she would never allow him to grasp that opportunity: After Vayle seized her daughter’s pendant and performed the spell, ultimately gaining eternal beauty, Anne would die. There was no other way, for it was her beauty that Vayle was seeking.

“I’m just saying,” Tom continued. “Maybe refrain from killing your daughter on the actual journey. I thought we were waiting until they returned to Villeneuve. Right? What happened to all good things take time, or whatever?”

“Right! Yeah, I agree with him!” Dick pointed to Tom, his voice booming throughout the streets.

At that point, Vayle couldn’t endure their complaints any longer, so she pivoted her body to face them as the apprehensive villagers disappeared into the shadows.

Do not speak of that here, do you understand me? I’ve had it with both of you. Anyone can be listening. How stupid can you be?”

“You’d be surprised,” Dick muttered as his eyes traveled to a mug filled with ale that rested on a table outside of a tavern. Without a second thought, he grabbed the mug and placed it to his lips.

And stop your drinking!” Vayle backhanded the mug out of Dick’s hands, watching as it fell to the cobblestones. It was unclear whether the man was preparing to open his mouth in order to protest or weep.

“Well, don’t waste it!

Vayle continued walking, having no interest in either of their debates. “You both need to keep a clear head,” she spoke ominously, “We must stay ahead of them.”

Tom and Dick had no choice but to follow her lead, hunching their shoulders and stalking into the shadows. Little to their knowledge, someone else had been following them: She, too, was a stranger to the village but maneuvered her way through the streets unseen while stepping into the shadows and hiding behind cottages. Cloaked in a thin garment of midnight-black, she was camouflaged by the evening’s darkness, but her face was just barely visible underneath. It was wrinkled with time, years of stories and spells swirling throughout her complexion, while her right hand gently held onto a blood-red rose.

Keep reading

2

1x21 vs 2x14

My Heart's Stronger With You - Ryuji x Ann

A/N: Ignore the stupid title that I had trouble thinking of and just read the dumb self-indulgent RyuAnn fic ‘kay
P.s Im posting on mobile So this is problematic.
———————————————-

Inokashira park was both peaceful and eerie late at night. With the rustling of leaves filling the silence and rippling black water bearing the dancing reflection of the moon on its surface, making it a relaxing place to be, while the ghostlike absence of people made a chill run down Ryuji’s spine. Or was that just the cool night air?

“So what’s up? Seems kinda shady y'know, you asking me to follow you to some empty park.” He smirked towards the silhouette in front of him. They had their back turned to him, hands clasped behind their back and head turned towards the full moon that was disappearing behind the clouds. The faint light danced silver on her blonde curly hair.

Ann Takamaki turned to face him, her face downcast and melancholy, despite how fierce and determined they had seemed just less than an hour ago, when they had reunited with their leader for the first time after his arrest and revealed their master plan to Boss and Makoto’s sister. Now, those same turquoise eyes showed more fear and worry than anything else.

“I guess, I just couldn’t handle going home and being all by myself for the night…I suppose I wouldn’t really be able to sleep anyway after what happened today either.”

Ryuji could sympathise all too well. He didn’t want to have to go home and face questions from his mom as to why he seemed so stressed out and worried. How does one explain to their mother that they’re secretly public enemy number one, who just barely outsmarted the most powerful man in the country?

“Yeah, I get that. I don’t really wanna face my mom right now either, So thanks for inviting me, I guess.” Ann sat down on the edge of a fence dividing the lake from the pathway and leaned her head on her palm. Ryuji leaned on the fence next to her when she gestured for him to sit down.

“It feels so tense, like we’re already in a life or death battle, and we haven’t even gone into the palace yet.”

“Guess that’s natural though, I mean we are technically hiding an escaped criminal from the police. Not to mention we’re being hunted by them ourselves as we speak. Right now the real world’s just as dangerous for us as the metaverse is.”

Ann waved him off. “I know that, I just…well what’s actually bothering me is what they said on the news earlier. When they announced Akira’s death.” Her companion visibly tensed at that sentence. She almost felt a twinge of self-satisfaction at that. The carefree blonde had claimed he hadn’t been worried at all, but that reaction gave his feelings away. He was just as concerned about Joker as the rest of them were, despite the plan. “When they said he…committed suicide…I felt my heart stop for a minute. I knew what was happening, but my mind kept going back to…to Shiho and…” she was trying hard to blink back tears now. Ryuji just watched in silence, unsure of what to do as she got up from the fence, trying to dry the upcoming tears. He felt the undying need to comfort her, he just didn’t know how.

It was clear throughout the past six months they had spent together, that Ann was trying to get stronger, in every aspect. For Shiho’s sake, and her own as well. Akira had been more involved in helping Ann with her goal, but that didn’t mean Ryuji didn’t get dragged into it too. From helping her train, to going as far as to buy all the magazine issues she made appearances in to support her (Not that he’d ever admit that he did that), the guy had found himself more invested in his childhood friend’s goals than he initially wanted to be. But despite how many times they fought and insulted each other, he couldn’t deny that somewhere along the line, Ann Takamaki had grown into a formidable young woman who was not to be taken lightly. A girl with a strong, but pure heart. Ready to take on anything whether it was powerful shadows or bitchy fashion models.

All of a sudden that strength gave way to her weakness; her intense care for her friends. Did Akira really effect her this much? She really cared about him…

He ignored the pang of envy that sparked in him. Ann was breaking down in front of him and all he wanted to see was that strong-willed woman again.

“I was so scared Ryuji. In just that one moment, I thought I was going to be alone again…I know it’s crazy but I was seriously terrified.” She couldn’t hold back the tears this time. They pricked the sides of her eyes, threatening to fall. Seeing her so broken awoke something in Ryuji.

He didn’t really know what he was doing when he got up and wrapped his arms around her. He didn’t really take notice of her stiffening at his action. And it took a few seconds for him to register her arms snaking around his torso and hugging him back. She buried her face into his chest and sobbed, clutching his jacket tight, but he didn’t complain, he didn’t pull away, he didn’t say anything for a full minute.

“You’re not alone. So stop saying bullshit like that. You’ve got the rest of us too y'know. We ain’t just gonna drop ya just like that. I try not to think too much about it but…I’m afraid too.” She went a little quieter when she heard him say that. “I mean shit, if Niijima-san hadn’t cooperated I would’ve lost my best friend. That kinda low chance of survival doesn’t sit well with me, no matter how many times we deal with it.”

Ann whimpered in his arms but neither of them let go.
“What I’m trying to say is, you’re not gonna be alone, Ann. No matter how bad it gets, you’ve got the others. You’ve got me.”

Godammit he sounded like some stupid gushy manga character saying that.

He felt the hold on him tightening, Ann whispered something that muffled into his shirt, something he only just about heard, and Ryuji almost had a mental shutdown himself.

All of a sudden the touching moment was gone and the American girl shoved a shocked Ryuji a good metre away from her with a fiercely blushing face.

“Wait…WHAT?! What did I just say?!”

“Y-you said you loved me…” his confirmation made her blush even fiercer under the moonlight.

“I…I said that?” She shook her head and clenched her fists, looking up at him sharply. “I-I mean yeah I said it! I really love you!” She was almost shouting now, Ryuji was still in shock. “Like REALLY really! A-and you’re just going to have to deal with it!”

There was a moment between them where neither dared to even breathe, both scarlet-faced and staring at each other, one with an expectant stare and the other in disbelief.

Heh. The pure strength and determination in her heart was back again. Their story was far from over, but as long as the fire in her eyes kept burning, he wouldn’t go down without a fight. That’s all he could think about at the time.

“W-what? Aren’t you going to say anything?”

“Sorry…I’m just kinda having a hard time believin’,” He slowly came back to earth and had to try hard to stop himself from grinning like an idiot “I can’t believe you beat me to the punch like that.” He half expected her to back up or yell out like she usually did, but instead her form relaxed and she smiled at his next words.

“Love you too, you moron.”

———————————————

It’s not as cute as I wanted it to be dammit. Also I really loved Ann’s confession in-game so I stole it. Please send an ask to me of your thoughts.

3

Reflections on Janis Joplin

“The thing that really got me about Janis the most, was how liberated she was. She stood in that power even though it was kind of that platform of blues of being completely tormented, that enabled her to just stand there and let it go at a time when woman were not doing that…she just came out in the completely undone, unwrapped way and I think spoke right out of a woman’s soul. Directly.” - Ann Wilson

“The thing about Janis is that she just looked so unique, an ugly duckling dressed as a princess, fearlessly so. Seeing her live (Blossom Music Center, Richfield, Ohio 1970) was like watching a boxing match. Her performance was so in your face and electrifying that it really put you right there in the moment. There you were living your nice little life in the suburbs and suddenly there was this train wreck, and it was Janis.” - Chrissie Hynde

“I remember thinking that Janis Joplin sang like Mae West talked. When I first heard the primal scream in ‘Piece Of My Heart,’ I was hooked. ‘Cheap Thrills,’ Janis ‘Live’ with Big Brother And The Holding Company, was one of my all time faves. During the ‘whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa’s’ in ‘Combination Of Two,’ I couldn’t help but go to the mirror and pretend I was a wild woman like Janis, in a rock band.” - Joan Jett

Hey Angel Chapter 68

Your hands were shaking as you sat in the chair of the waiting room at the doctor’s office. You seemed to have had doctor’s appointment of some sort every week, so you shouldn’t be nervous, but this one was different. You were at the doctor for the baby and after this appointment, you were finally going to tell the kids and your families. 

You would be finding out the sex of the babies and announcing to everyone at a little get together at the house. Harry was next to you and grabbed your hand. 

“Everything is going to be okay, baby.” He says rubbing your hand with his thumb. 

“I know, but I just.. this pregnancy has been weird and different from when I was pregnant with Ella, so I just I don’t know…” you mumble. 

He nods kissing your cheek and soon they call your name. You two walk through the door to the back and head to a room. The check your weight, blood pressure, etc, before giving you a gown to change into. 

“I’ll let you get changed and he doctor will be in shortly.” She smiles. 

You nod and change into the gown and harry helps you up onto the bed like thing. 

The doctor comes in shortly after and checks everything before breaking out the ultrasound. 

Harry holds your hand and looks at the screen. You bite your lip as she feels around with the little remote and soon you hear the heartbeat. 

You smile widely and look over at Harry, who was sniffling happily. “That’s our baby.” he whispers. 

“Actually…” she says. “That’s your babies.” 

“Babies?” You both say shocked. 

“Yep. There are two heartbeats.” She smiles. 

“Twins?” Harry gulps.

“Yes, that’s what it means when there are two heartbeats.” She jokes. 

“Oh, wow…” He says. “Wow.” He says. 

“Here is Baby A and Baby B.” She smiles pointing them out. 

You gasp with a huge smile on your face and you feel tears forming in your eyes. 

“Would you like to know the sex?” She asks. 

“Yes, please.” You nod quickly. 

She smiles and touches a few buttons on the machine. “Baby A is a girl and Baby B is a boy.” 

“Oh my god.” Harry smiles. “This is bloody amazing! Can we get pictures please?” 

“Of course, how many would you like?” she asks. 

“As many as you can give us!” He smiles. 

You laugh as she gets you cleaned up. She hans Harry the prints of the ultrasound and allows you to get dressed. 

On your way out, you set up another appointment and then head to the car. 

“I can’t believe we’re having twins.” Harry says looking down at the pictures. “This is just.. wow.” 

“Good wow or bad wow?” You ask. 

“Amazing wow.” He says looks over at you. “Don’t you think?” 

“Yeah. I just wow… two human beings are growing in there… that’s just strange to think about.” You laugh. 

“You’re amazing. Women are amazing.” He smiles leaning over to kiss you. 

You smile kissing him back. 

**

A few days later, it was the big get together. You were extremely nervous because you weren’t sure how everyone would take you being pregnant, especially now that you were pregnant with twins. You chose a dress that fit loosely so that it didn’t show your stomach. 

Once everyone arrived, you all sat outside to eat your dinner. You could tell Harry was nervous as well, mostly because he was just too excited. Halfway through the dinner, he couldn’t take it anymore, so he finally cleared his throat and stood up. 

“So, uh, besides wanting to see everyone and catch up on things, we, Y/N and I have something that we would like to announce.” Harry smiles. 

“What daddy?” Jackson asks. 

“Well…” He says looking over at you. 

You smile standing up next to him. “I’m pregnant.” 

“With twins…” Harry finishes. “A boy and a girl.” 

Everyone gasps and the kids look at the two of you completely confused. You laugh and look down at them. “You two are going to be a big brother and sister. I’m having two babies.” You whisper. 

“TWO BABIES!” Jackson gasps. “Where?” 

Harry laughs. “They’re right in here.” He says putting his hand on your belly. 

“How dey in der?” Ella says sticking her face to your belly. 

“We’ll talk about that later.” Harry jokes. 

You giggle and look around and notice that your family and Harry’s family look a little awkward. 

“What’s wrong?” You say. “Aren’t you happy for us?” 

“Honey, are you physically able to be pregnant right now with everything that happened.” Your Mom says. 

“Yes Mom. The doctor’s said that I’m perfectly fine to be pregnant.” You say. 

“But what about all the legal issues that are surrounding you right now. That’s going to put lots of stress on the both of you.” Anne says. “Did you two not think this through before getting pregnant?” 

“Woah, woah, woah, Y/N was actually pregnant prior to the accident. We haven’t even… this wasn’t planned, but it wasn’t like we just got her pregnant.” Harry says. 

“So, you’ve known about this and haven’t ever said anything until now?” She says. “Yu kept this from us?” 

“We didn’t keep anything from you… we just wanted to wait it out until we were both ready to share the news.” Harry says. 

“And if all of you are so concerned about my well being and me being stressed while pregnant, why are you all acting this way?” You say. 

“Honey…” Your Mom says. 

“No, don’t. I don’t get why all of you are acting like this because I’m already pregnant and you’re concerns are appreciated, but it’s almost as if you all want me to get rid of these babies because of what recently happened and I will not do that.” You say leaving the table and heading inside. 

“You know, we were really looking forward to finally sharing this information with you all, and now… you’ve ruined it.” Harry says. “We did nothing wrong, Y/N has done nothing wrong but carrying these babies and as our families you should be ecstatic that our family is growing. Come on babies, let’s go find Mummy.” Harry says picking up Jackson and Ella to carry inside. 

Taste Test

When Dipper and Lucy Ann argue about which animal’s blood tastes the best. (Henry: What the fuCK)

Henry comes home once to the kitchen table covered in hundreds of small labeled vials and two blood smeared faces out of most people’s nightmares


On AO3 // On FF.net


Lucy Ann wasn’t used to spending most of her time in one place. 


Oh, sure, she would sometimes settle down for awhile, but before the Transcendence, a small child living on her own got attention sooner or later, and it was better to keep on the move than try and deal with well-intentioned people.


Oh, she’d played along a few times, but as health care improved it was harder and harder to fake her own death and therefore skip town before someone noticed she wasn’t getting any older, or try and blame her lack of growth on…well, just about anything.


Those were a mixed bag of memories Lucy Ann didn’t care to open very often.


Right now, with the burgeoning Dinner Crew, Lucy Ann figured she had spent more time in one city than she had in a good century, and found herself with itchy feet.

Keep reading

anonymous asked:

What does happen if in a fit of anger Pat snacks Ann /hard/ across the face?

Patton’s drunk. Sure he likes to drink a lot, but Ann’s never seen him more than a little buzzed. That morning Roman had been hospitalized after getting shot in the chest and Logan had been out of town for three weeks on business for Patton, and no one’s heard from him in a week and a half.

Ann walks into Patton’s office and pulls on his sleeve, hoping for affection and reassurance because he’s so, so- not scared. Scared isn’t quite the right word; terrified fits better, He wants nothing more than Patton to hold him and promise him it will be okay. “Sir, can- can we cuddle?”

“I’m fucking busy right now. Can’t you see that?” Patton sneers, turning around. He reeks of liquor and there’s a tell tale flush to his cheeks, even though the room is void of any empty glasses or bottles to explain.

“Are you drunk?”

Rolling his eyes melodramatically, Patton turns back to his computer, which, Ann notes, is open to a blank excel sheet. “What’s it to you? Your job is to be a good fucking slut and make yourself useful. If you’re not gonna suck my cock then get out of my fucking sight.”

“Sir-”

Ann’s cut off by Patton backhanding him, hard enough to send Ann stumbling backwards. He sees the blood on Patton’s two rings, one with a pretty, sharply cut diamond and the other the one that Pat bought with Ann’s name on it. Ann doesn’t move fast enough so Patton slaps his other cheek full on, palm cupped just enough for every part of his hand to make contact with Ann’s face. Shocked, he lifts one of his hands to his stinging injuries. Despite the rough punishments, Patton has never hit him in the face, never even touched Ann with the amount of force he just used.

Wordlessly, Ann runs from the office and straight to Logan’s room. It’s locked, but Ann knows where the spare key is, and lets himself in, taking the spare with him. There’s safety in there. Logan’s flat is clean and crisp, always with the lingering scent of cologne and coffee. The sheets and clothes smell like Logan and his constant, unwavering protection. No matter what, Logan has never raised his voice or lifted a finger to Ann. Through his crying, Ann goes to the shower and washes away his salty tears and the blood from the two small gashes on the side of his face Patton backhanded. When he gets out, he looks in the mirror. On his left, there’s a faint bruise starting to rise on his cheekbone, right above the bright red lines left by Patton’s rings. The right side has a perfect, raised red hand print where two fingers span up his temple. Ann dresses himself in Logan’s too large clothes, then crawls into the bed, which is cold without Logan.

He doesn’t sleep a wink all night.

anonymous asked:

Fitzsimmons + 1 since I apparently love angst?

Well i hope it fulfills your angst needs hahah! enjoy nonnie!

1.“If you had asked me to stay, I would’ve.”

Fitz sat on a park bench by himself in between tall trees. Birds flitted between the trees and families and couples were having picnics in the grass. There was a fountain near by that some of the smaller children were playing in.

Today like everyday for the past year he was replaying the last time he saw Jemma Simmons. They had fought. Ever since the bloody framework nothing had been the same. He remembered Jemma screaming at him and him yelling back at her.

“Do you want me to leave?” She had asked.

“You deserve better!”

“But I want you!”

Then Fitz had said something that he would regret till the day he died. But he believed it was the only way he could save Jemma from himself. “But I don’t want you,” he shouted. The picture of her fallen face was burned into his memory. Even as Fitz thought about it now, tears were beginning to well in his eyes.

After the fight she bought a plane ticket. Jemma returned to England. She said she was going to stay with her parents. And those words were the last she spoke to him before closing the door behind her.

Fitz was now in Paris, France doing some business for shield. He was working as a representative to a French ambassador. He was enjoying his time in Paris. It was all so beautiful. There were so many old buildings, paintings and streets. It was as if he had entered another world. Yet, he couldn’t help but think of Jemma around every corner. They had always talked about going to Paris together.

Fitz soon left the park and began to make his way towards Notre Dame. The streets around the church were filled with artists selling their work and men selling old copies of books. He enjoyed walking down them during the afternoon.

So Fitz with his hands clasped behind his back began to walk over the Seine on a large bridge. However, as he did something gave him pause.

There at the end of the bridge was a woman. The dress she wore looked familiar. In fact so did her hair. But sunglasses covered her eyes so he couldn’t get a very good look at her face. But as Fitz drew closer he completely froze mid step. No, it couldn’t be. How?

The woman turned and looked in his direction. She too froze and her mouth opened slightly. When she removed her sunglasses Fitz could see now that he was right. There standing at the other end of the bridge was none other than Jemma Anne Simmons. After a moment she began to walk towards him. She was slow and hesitant.

Fitz began to move too. They met in the middle of the bridge with Notre Dame beautifully standing to the right of the bridge. “Hello,” Fitz said his voice cracking. He cleared his voice and then said it again.

“Hi Fitz,” Jemma said giving him one of her radiant smiles. “How have you been?”

“Busy,” he blurted out. “Shield has me here on work.”

“Oh. My parents brought me here on holiday.”

Oh,” Fitz said mimicking Jemma. “That’s nice.” He slipped his hands into his pockets and starred down at the stone bridge beneath his feet.

“I-I’ve missed you,” whispered Jemma.

Fitz then felt something coming from his stomach, something that felt like anger. “Really?” He hadn’t meant it to come out so haughtily. Or maybe he had.

Jemma looked very offended. “Yes really. It’s been a year Fitz.”

His hands turned to fists in his pockets. “You made your own choice Jemma,” he growled in reply.

“You made the choice for me Fitz.”

Fitz could hear both of their voices were beginning to rise. Of all the in Paris, how were they in the same place at the same time? “I just wanted what was best for you Jemma. I admit that I pushed you away. I didn’t want you to leave, but you did anyway!”

“If you had asked me to stay I would’ve!”

Fitz stood still starring at Jemma. His breaths were coming out heavy and his heart was pounding. The feeling of longing overwhelmed him. Then Fitz made a decision to do something that he himself considered a bit reckless. But right now he didn’t care.

Fitz closed the space between them and took Jemma’s face between his hands. She moved forward just as he did. Their lips crashed together. Maybe they should have been worried about the fact that they were on a public bridge. Truly, Fitz forgot where he was. All he cared about was the feel of Jemma’s body being pressed against his.

Finally, they broke apart and Fitz rested his head against Jemma’s. Both of them were breathing heavily, but stilling holding onto each other.

“So,” Jemma panted. “That happened.”

“It’s been too long,” Fitz laughed. “I’m sorry Jemma. I am so so sorry. I was being an idiot.”

“Don’t call yourself that,” she insisted. “And I’m sorry too.”

“Can we get some coffee and talk?”

Jemma looked up at Fitz with a cheeky grin. “How about we get some tea instead?”

send me a prompt :)

Change Your Mind

Character: Negan (The Walking Dead)

Word Count: 3,638

Summary: Negan’s twin sister, Cherie Ann, has been in a secret realtionship with Dwight for the past few weeks; how will he react when he finds out?

Warnings: None.

Written For: @cherieann-2001 - Thank you for the request! This was my first ever request and I had a blast writing it. :D

Note: Dwight and Sherry may be slightly OOC; I’ve never written for them, so I’m not too sure how I did. Regardless, I hope you enjoy this!

Tagging: @cherieann-2001, @negans-network, @jdms-network, @hawtdiggitynegan, @fuckinjdm (Want to be added/removed? Send me an ask! :D

Keep reading

No Pain, No Gain *Soulmate AU

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Prompt: Soulmate AU where if one gets injured, the other one feels the same amount of pain, but without the injury. This only stops when they meet each other.

Warnings: Uh, none that I can personally think of. If you see something that should be a warning, let me know. 

______________________________________

“Look, I’ve come to terms with it,” I say as I urgently burst into the lounge, making my way to the coffee machine. “I’m not meant to have one and that’s okay,” I say with a small smile crossing over my features. 

I grab a styrofoam cup from the countertop and pour myself some of the caffeinated liquid. Thinking that I won’t have time to prepare my perfect cup, I gulp down the coffee, desperately wanting it to kick into my system. Once the final drop enters my mouth, I sigh in content and throw the cup away. I turn around, leaning myself against the counter as I look to my coworker who took a seat at the table. 

“It’s just sad, you know. You’re missing so much by giving up,” she says as she leans forward in her chair and rests her arms on the table. 

“It’s not giving up, Ann. It’s focusing on myself and others around me,” I respond. “I’m happy with that. I wish you would just understand that,” I finish. 

A moment of silence passes before Ann nods and rests her head on the table. I take a deep breath and roll my neck, attempting to release all the built up tension that’s been building up for the past several hours. I hear a few cracks and instantly, my entire body feels better from the release. My hands find themselves on the back of my neck as I lowly start humming to myself and move around the lounge in a dancing manner to the slow, melodic beat I created. 

“I don’t understand how you still have all this energy,” Ann says, just barely audible for me to hear. 

I giggle and continue to move about the room. “It’s the caffeine,” I calmly say. My arms are now moving as freely as my feet.

It’s now Ann’s turn to giggle. “You’re insane,” she says as she stands up and walks over to the coffee machine. 

“Is it insanity or blissfulness?” I ask. 

“Insanity.”

“Well, that’s one woman’s opinion,” I say, stopping to look at her. My small smile from before now a little bigger. 

Just as quick as the smile came, it was gone. A sore pain took place on my right arm. Soon, the same pain took place over the rest of my body. “Ow, ow, ow,” I whisper, quickly making my way over to a near by chair to sit down. 

“Are you okay?” Ann asks, quickly finding her way near me. She kneels down so she’s now eye level with me. 

“It feels like I’m someone’s punching bag,” I say. My left hand begins to rub my right arm. 

Ann grows a wicked smile on her face. “Do you think?”

“No, no. This has happened before,” I say, my teeth gritting together as the pain continues to happen. “Since I was baby even, so unless you’re saying he, she, or them is a ninety-something years old, I doubt it,” I say, now glaring at her. Ann was always very adamant about me finding my soulmate and there were always those days when she crossed the line. 

“I think that’d be very comical,” she says, trying to her keep hopes alive. “Would you like some ice packs? To numb the pain, I mean?” she asks, now sympathetic. 

I nod and she walks over to the freezer to grab some. “Turn on the news, please,” I say, remembering that every time I feel pain, there’s always some sort of world disaster.

Ann gives me a confused look, but she does so anyways before making her way back to me. She hands me the packs she could find as the TV screen comes to life. We both turn to see that my instincts were, in fact, correct. 

“Son of a gun,” I say, watching the events unfold. “We should head down the ER,” I say as I put down the ice packs and stand up.  

“Attention to all doctors and nurses available, please head down to the ER immediately,” a voice over the intercom says while our pagers go off at the same time.

Ann and I look to each other and run out of the lounge. We soon find ourselves among our other coworkers who are looking on to our Chief of Surgery giving us a brief summary of what to expect for the next several hours. 

“I would expect nothing less,” I say just under my breath, trying to mentally prepare myself for upcoming traumas. 

The Chief finishes his speech and we all disperse to prepare our stations. Only minutes later the sirens of the first arrivals are in hearing distance. The doctors rush out while the nurses, including myself, stay back, anxiously waiting. 

“I hate the waiting game,” I whisper in Ann’s ear. 

“I do, too,” she responds.

We give each other one last look before the first few of injured souls come through the door. Along with several other nurses, I run over and find a doctor and now patient to help. We rush over to one of the stations and begin our work to keep the patient alive.  

All of the sudden, a loud thud was heard just outside the doors. Without hesitation, I make my way over to the hospital’s doors when I suddenly feel like someone stabbed in between my ribs. I grip my side and bend down in pain. My teeth are grinding against each other as I let out an unsettling groan. 

The stabbing-like pain becomes the least of my worries when an explosion happens, causing the walls to shatter which sends the doors to come off their hinges and send me backwards. One of the pieces from the wall landed on my right ankle. I instantly knew it was broken, if not shattered, from the impact. 

My vision started to fade in and out, but I saw a black figure grabbing his ankle as if it was broken. I wanted to move to help him, but due to my predicament, I wasn’t able to. I have to settle for the next best thing. 

“Hey, are you okay?” I say as loudly as I can. At this point, my vision has made everything blurry and I can’t make out any of their features. I could barely tell if they were even looking my way. 

The only thing that gives me any indication they heard was the fact that the black, blurry spot got bigger and bigger. They were heading over to me, but any contact with them would be short as I began to feel my eyelids get heavier and heavier. 

“Hey, hey, hey. Keep your eyes open,” a calm, deep voice whispers. 

I shake my head. “Too much pain,” I respond. 

If he was under any type of pain, he didn’t sound like it at all. “I’ll get you out from underneath, okay?” He asks and I somehow manage to muster up a nod. “What’s your name?”

“Y/N.”

“Y/N,” he says. I can almost hear the smile in his voice. “I’m Bucky.”

4

Celeste: That’s right, you are just some kid, you don’t know anything!!!…. is what I would say if you were wrong, but… you’re right. I don’t know how to fix things with Ann- with Mom. But you know what I can do?

*boops Benji on the nose*

Benji: Aw come on that’s not fair… but it is funny.

Celeste: *cracking up* you should have seen the look on your face! You thought I was serious about you not knowing anything!

Benji: Well yeah! I thought you were going to rip me to shreds!

Stupid Scarlett: Colin Jost x Reader P 2

Ask: y/n is jealous because of scarlett johannson

A/N: It would be full length but Tumblr can’t handle how many words this was APPARENTLY. Also I’m on mobile, so there’s no Read More yet. This is PART 2, AND IT IS MUCH SHORTER.

Word Count: (I’m on mobile again rip)

Warnings: Colin is precious??

————————

Che noticed the tone of your question and decided he’d leave the two of you alone, mumbling a “Oh, I need to talk to Cecily about her Cathy-Anne bit,” before walking off.

Colin turned to you. “What’s up?” He asked, a quizzical glance on his face.

“Oh, right, um.. I was on Twitter and I, uh, well, funny story, I was just scrolling and-“

“Y/N, you’re rambling,” Colin smiled lightly.

“Right. Sorry. I saw something about.. about you and Scarlett,” you said, quietly.

“Me and Scarlett?” Colin laughed.

“What’s so funny?” You asked, confused.

“Me and Scarlett aren’t dating. We’re not even close to that. We’re just friends, that’s all,” Colin shrugged with a smile.

“Oh. Okay. Good,” you nodded.

“Good? You don’t want me to date her?” Colin chuckled.

“Well, I didn’t mean that. Not really..,” you mumbled. Inside, you were ecstatic, though. Colin was single! And hey, what a coincidence, so were you! “Um, hey, Colin, completely unrelated, would you maybe wanna go get something to eat after this?” You asked, taking a bold and unexpected (for both of you) stand.

“Colin Jost, Michael Che! Onstage!” Called a stagehand.

Colin smiled gently, knowing he had to go. “Sounds great. Let me know the details after this.”

You smiled and nodded. This turned out to be a much better day.

————————

(I hope this was good, not-so-anonymous Anon!) - ellie