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Im getting really sick and tired of seeing more and more shows getting maimed and killed by entertainment corporations.

This one here is by far the worst offense I've ever seen. I've never heard nor seen this show, and many others will never be able to because it was written off as a tax write-off and practically scrubbed from existing.

This man Olan Rogers had his entire dream shredded in an instant because of greed

And thats not the only offense given. before it was deleted off the face of the internet they tried to force olan into writing the show into something entirely different than what he dreamed it to be: a show about hope in the bleakest of times.

Instead they wanted it to be like every other popular main stream show that hit big views.

He had to beg them to let him write the end as a graphic novel. He had to scour for a pirate of his own show to be able to watch it.

Its just disgusting, watching shows be gutted of its creativity. its connection its literal life, for profit.

The world is already a bleak place and now we're letting ourselves get screwed out of the few things that still had joy and for a brief moment allowed escape?

I don't know what else to say except support your favorite indi shows, support stand with animtion, pirate whatever shows you can

Hell maybe even delete the streaming services you already have their pretty much a waste of money with how their priced and paywalled

Discord Server Hack - it's gone. For now.

Yes, our Discord server was hacked. The entire server was deleted, channel by channel.

The culprit also spammed an extremely rude image. Apologies for those who saw that travesty.

For now, we do not have a timeline for what will happen next. If there's a way to get a backup, great. If not, we may start a new server. I will continue to report here on what's up.

Oh my gosh I just got the King of Attolia early on Libby

I thought I’d have time to emotionally prepare for this

manifest

the song 💀

live photo of me im so high

oh my god does anyone have that fic where it was like, a nsfw xur/reader fic on ao3 that was maaaybe three or four chapters? and the reader/character and xur end up sharing feelings for each other and there’s a bit of angst as well????

instead of you [part twenty-one] || l.mh

pairing: [best friend’s brother] lee minho x college!reader ft. han jisung

summary: you didn’t expect to spend your summer pretending to be your best friend’s girlfriend- then again, you didn’t expect to fall for your best friend’s brother, either. 

warnings: swearing, mentions of sex (mdni)

word count: 4.5k

a/n: revamped my tom holland series from my main blog ( @wazzupmrstark ) to try and motivate myself to finish it!!

series masterlist | early access to the next chapter on ko-fi

“Oh fuck, I-” Minho sputtered, frozen to the spot with wide eyes. His reflexes kicked in a second later and he spun around, squeezing his eyes shut and covering them with his free hand as you attempted to cover yourself with your hands. “I’m so, so sorry!”

“It’s fine! You’re fine!” you cried as you yanked your towel down from the hook it was resting on. You wrapped it around yourself and secured it like a sleeveless dress.

“Where did you want your, uh, clothes?” he asked, holding them out to you, eyes still closed.

“Here, I’ll just take them. You can open your eyes now, by the way.”

Minho opened them hesitantly, like he couldn’t tell if you were being serious. He relaxed a little when he realized you were wearing a towel, but still appeared on edge. He handed you the folded stack of clothes, gaze lingering on your bare shoulders. You weren’t sure if it was because he couldn’t meet your eyes, or if-

“I’ll just wait out here,” he said quietly and backed out of the bathroom.

You rushed to get dressed, pulling the T-shirt and shorts on in record time. You didn’t have time to think about how Minho had seen and touched your bra and underwear because you were too busy thinking about how he had just seen you naked, which was arguably far worse.

Back in the main room, Minho was sitting on the bed with his hands in his lap. He scrambled to his feet when he saw you, awkwardly shoving his hands in his pockets.

“I’m so sorry,” he repeated. “I didn’t mean to-”

“It’s okay.” You were out of breath. It was like you had just run up several flights of stairs.

“No, it’s not!”

“It was an accident.”

“Yeah, but…” he trailed off. “I don’t know, I feel like after what happened yesterday, this is the exact opposite of what we talked about.”

Right, the distance thing.

“But this doesn’t count,” you said automatically. “Unless-”

“Unless what?”

Unless you liked what you saw.

“Nothing, never mind.”

Minho looked like he wanted to press further, but didn’t. Probably because he knew he wouldn’t like what you’d say. “Jisung sent me to bring you the clothes because he still wasn’t feeling great, and he didn’t want you getting anxious over… you know,” he explained.

“That was nice of you.”

“Yeah, well, it wasn’t like I could tell him that I was trying to stay away from you.”

Ouch.

You frowned. If Minho noticed, he didn’t acknowledge it. He rocked back on his heels nervously, hands still in his pockets.

“Jisung also told me to tell you I love you.”

“What?” you gasped.

“He said, ‘tell y/n: I love you’.”

“Oh.” Why the fuck had he phrased it like that? “Got it. I, uh, won’t make you say it back to him. I’ll just text him.”

“Thank god.” He breathed a sigh of relief. “I should get going… the twins are probably wondering what’s taking me so long.”

“Probably,” you agreed.

“I just stuck around because I wanted to apologize again.”

“You really didn’t have to do that.”

“I felt like I needed to.”

You walked him to the door in silence, lagging behind as Minho reached the threshold.

“See you downstairs?” he asked, turning to face you one last time.

“Yep.”

“It’s going to be just the two of us again,” he added. “Since Jisung and Felix are still feeling a little under the weather.”

Dread settled in the pit of your stomach. You could tell Minho was feeling the same.

“It’ll be fine,” he said unconvincingly. “Just one more day.”

“Yeah, we’ll be fine.”

“Uh huh.”

“Guess I’ll… see you down there.”

Minho seemed to remember that he was supposed to be leaving and grabbed for the doorknob behind him, missing a couple of times before finally getting hold of it.

“Yeah, see you.”

As soon as he was gone, you snatched your phone off the dresser to give Jisung an earful only to see a bunch of messages that you had missed.

J: i’m still not feeling great so i’m gonna send minho to bring you your clothes

J: hope that’s ok

J: did you fall back asleep??

J: doesn’t really matter anyway bc i’ll just give him my key

You wanted to bang your head against the wall. If you had just taken your phone with you to the bathroom this would have never happened. You sighed to yourself and texted him back. You figured that you might as well tell him what happened. It’d be one less secret you had to keep from him.

Y: your brother saw me naked

J: WHAT

Y: i didn’t see your messages!!! it was an accident he felt really bad

S: he should

Y: jisung!!!

J: what! i’m justified in being upset

Y: it’s not like that and you know it

It was a half-truth, but you were trying to do some damage control. You didn’t think he’d have such a strong reaction.

J: still!! you’re my fake gf not his

Y: he was doing you a favor

Y: don’t yell at him

J: i wasn’t going to yell at him

Y: …

J: fine i won’t say anything

Y: good, because it’s literally not a big deal

You ended the conversation by telling him to get some rest and that you’d see him later and then went to meet his parents downstairs. He texted you back saying to have fun and that he hoped to join you in your room later that night.

The day was spent exploring a botanical garden in the heart of Tokyo. You and Minho created a scavenger hunt game where you would give each other different plants to find and then time how long it took you to actually find it in the greenhouse. His parents bought lunch and brought it to the outdoor part of the garden to have a picnic.

They’d gotten a pitcher of American-style lemonade for you. You hadn’t even realized how much you missed home until you took your first sip from the clear plastic cup.

And in the evening you wandered the grounds of the Imperial Palace as the sun set behind the castle walls. The Hans booked an official tour, but the tour guide let you all do your own thing after the walkthrough since you were his last group of the day.

You and Minho walked around the courtyard in silence together while his parents chatted with the guide about the history of the grand doors. Neither of you had anything to say to the other. Casual niceties and small talk were exhausting and you’d already spent all day exchanging them. But you had to keep it surface level with each other. You’d agreed.

Night was encroaching on the city, casting shadows off of the palace roof onto the pavement below. They cut through the golden light that lingered from the sinking sun, cloaking half the courtyard in darkness. The line that divided the halves ran right between you and Minho, leaving you standing in the dark while Minho’s figure was illuminated with the light. If you were in a novel, some college lit student would write an entire dissertation on the ironic metaphor of it all with an argument about the tension written in between the lines.

-

The next day was a free day. Jisung ended up spending the night with you and you both slept in late. You woke up with your head resting on his shoulder and he smiled fondly over at you, setting his phone down on the nightstand. You were confused until he rolled over onto you, resting the weight of his entire body onto yours.

“I missed you!” he cried dramatically.

“I was just asleep!” you choked back.

“I meant the past two days,” he clarified.

You tried pushing him off of you, but he was too heavy. “Missed you too, idiot.”

“It sure doesn’t seem like it!” he scoffed. “You’re trying to push me away!”

“You’re heavy!”

“Excuses, excuses,” he tsked, but ended up rolling off of you back onto his side anyway. You gasped for air and he just rolled his eyes at the theatrics. “What do you want to do today?”

“I feel like I should be asking you that question. You’re the one who missed out on all the activities we did.”

“You know I don’t really care about all that stuff. I have more fun when it’s just the two of us anyway.”

“I’m flattered.”

“You already knew that, and the bar isn’t very high.”

Your jaw dropped. “I’m offended on behalf of your family and myself!”

“What happened to being flattered?”

“You literally insulted me in the next breath!”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.”

“You think you’re so fun to be around?” you demanded.

“Oh, we’re going there?” Jisung raised an eyebrow and propped himself up on one of his elbows.

“You already did!” you shot back. He looked at you expectantly, waiting for you to continue. With a big sigh, you rolled over away from him stubbornly, muttering, “you are fun to be around.”

“I know I am.”

“You’re such a dick!”

“I know I am,” he repeated. You could hear the smirk in his voice.

You surrendered and flopped onto your back, a declaration of peace.

“I wouldn’t have gotten myself into this mess if you weren’t fun,” you added.

Jisung chuckled. “Yeah, but it hasn’t been so bad, has it? The trip, I mean.”

You don’t know the half of it, you thought to yourself.

“No, it hasn’t been.”

“We can make anything fun,” he decided.

“We’re the life of the party,” you agreed sarcastically.

“We are!” your best friend insisted. “How do you think we got nicknames?”

“By making fools of ourselves,” you snorted.

“And that’s fun.”

“I’m banned from four frats because of our reputation.”

“That’s because they can’t handle Drunk and Drunker.”

“No, it’s because I stole shit from them and got caught.”

Jisung shrugged, brushing your explanation off. “Okay, but think about all the times you got away with it! I still have that old Delta Chi composite hanging in the living room of my apartment.”

“I wonder if they’ve realized it’s missing by now.”

“They’ve had to, right?”

“I dunno, academics aren’t really their forte.” You pushed Jisung’s chest, changing the subject. “C’mon, what should we do today? It’s our last day in Japan.”

“Why don’t we walk around the city? See what we find.”

It was mid-afternoon by the time you finally made your way out of the hotel. You wanted to take it easy since Jisung was still recovering from his bout of food poisoning, but he assured you that he was perfectly fine. You walked together aimlessly for blocks, stopping in gift shops and bodegas to look at the trinkets and souvenirs on display. You bought a miniature snow globe with tiny little torii in front of Mt. Fuji, and a cheap silver ring with engravings of cherry blossoms all around it. You convinced Jisung to buy a case of sake to send back to his apartment in the states, and he also got a keychain with the Tokyo Tower dangling from it.

You ended up at a quirky techno-themed diner for a late lunch slash early dinner. The servers were actually robots that zoomed around taking orders and delivering meals. Apparently, restaurants like this were really popular in Japan, and you could see why. The colorful atmosphere was warm, and it was bustling with activity. You finally convinced Jisung to let you pick up the tab this time. You grabbed the check as soon as the pink robot spat out the ticket, inserting your card in the slot where their “mouth” was before Jisung could change his mind.

Both of you agreed to call it an early night after wandering for another couple of hours. The shops were beginning to close for the evening, and you had a flight to catch in the morning. It didn’t make sense to stay out and chase the sun since you’d be rising with it soon enough.

Dusk settled on the city like a fine layer of dust. Stars began to shine weakly through the fading sunset as night turned the sky purple.

Jisung took the lead back to the hotel, revoking your GPS privileges after you got lost twice. He put on a movie while the two of you got ready for bed together. It was one they played on cable all the time back home, dubbed in Japanese with English subtitles. But neither of you really paid much attention to it. Jisung was too busy brushing his teeth and washing his face, and you were already half-asleep, fighting to keep your eyes open. If anything, the movie playing in the background was making it harder to stay up.

You had almost drifted off when a buzz from your phone underneath your pillow startled you awake. You groaned, cursing yourself for forgetting to put it on Do Not Disturb. You checked the notification anyway, just in case it was important.

You squinted at the screen and tapped on the message. It was a text from Minho.

M: i need a favor

You groaned and rolled over onto your side. Jisung was still brushing his teeth, but you didn’t want to risk him reading over your shoulder just in case Minho were to say something damning. It was odd for him to be texting you in the first place so you imagined it couldn’t be anything good.

Y: it’s 11pm what do you want

M: do you have a condom

Y: do i have a what now

M: a condom

M: it’s kind of urgent

You rolled your eyes. Was he serious? He could easily pop down to a convenience store and buy an entire box of them and fuck whoever he wanted to his heart’s content. And why was he texting you of all people to ask for one? Maybe you were overreacting. It shouldn’t be a big deal. Friends ask friends for condoms all of the time, right? It was just like asking for a pad… kind of.

It shouldn’t bother you as much as it did. Minho could have sex with whoever he wanted. The prospect of him in a stranger’s bed made your stomach churn, but it wasn’t your place to judge, not when you’d spent countless nights in the very same position. Not when you weren’t even available to him in the first place.

Y: are you fucking kidding

M: no…

Y: can’t you ask one of your brothers for one

M: ji isn’t answering my texts

You glanced over at the bedside table on Jisung’s side of the bed where his phone had been buzzing for a couple of minutes. Of course.

M: pls- i’ll owe you one

Y: we can’t keep going back and forth with these ious

M: why not

Y: …

M: do you have one or not- this is kind of time-sensitive

Y: sorry didn’t realize your dick softens so quickly

M: OH

M: it’s not for… that. sorry, should’ve specified

Y: then what the fuck is it for

M: listen just bring it downstairs to the hotel bar you’ll see what i need it for

Y: fine. i’ll be down in two.

“Jisung!” you called across the room. He popped his head out of the bathroom. “Do you have a condom?”

Even from afar, you could see his eyes widen.

“What, why?”

“It’s not for me, it’s for your brother.”

“Felix?”

“Other one.”

“Minho?”

“Yeah, he said he texted you, but you didn’t answer.”

“So he asks my girlfriend?”

“Listen, I don’t pretend to know what goes on in your brother’s head. He knows we’re having sex so he probably figured we have some. And he says it’s not for sex, so I don’t even know what he needs it for.”

Jisung shook his head but chuckled weakly.

“There should be some in my backpack.”

“Wow, you brought condoms on our ‘no sex’ trip?” you scoffed.

“It’s the same backpack I used for uni. I just never took them out.”

“So you’d just carry them around to your classes? Thinking you could squeeze in a quickie between labs?” You flinched as he threw a washcloth at you.

“You’re so annoying,” he groaned. “Don’t you have an errand to run?”

You smirked, pushing yourself out of bed. “Don’t you have a classmate to fuck?”

You didn’t bother changing before heading downstairs to the bar. You wouldn’t be down there for more than a minute, so you figured there was no point. You were wearing the same t-shirt and boxers combo that you usually wore to sleep, but the shirt was so long that it practically covered the shorts. You couldn’t remember where you had gotten it, it was a graphic tee for an anime you’d never seen. Some girl had probably left it at your place after hooking up.

You saw Felix first, which answered the question of why Minho couldn’t have just asked him for a condom. Minho was sitting beside him, talking to the bartender. The place looked relatively empty, aside from Jisung’s brothers and a couple of other patrons sitting around them, all participating in the same conversation.

“Here,” you said, clearing your throat to get Minho’s attention.

His face lit up as he turned to greet you, the movement drawing everyone else’s attention as well. You fought the urge to cross your arms over your chest, wanting to make yourself feel smaller in front of all of the strangers. It was stupid to get self-conscious all of a sudden, even if you were the only one in your pajamas. And it looked like you weren’t wearing pants.

“Oh, thank you so much,” he exclaimed.

“Yeah, no problem,” you mumbled.

You turned to leave, only to be stopped as Minho grabbed your wrist.

“Wait, don’t you want to see what I needed it for?”

You sighed, shrugging noncommittally. “Something tells me I’m going to be disappointed.”

“Probably, but I’m sure you’re used to it,” he said with a wink, holding up the condom for emphasis.

His comment caught you off guard. He was right, you were used to disappointment when it came to sleeping with men, but you couldn’t tell if that was supposed to be a dig at his own brother. Minho was drunk, tipsy at the very least, evidenced by his flushed cheeks and thick accent. Not like you couldn’t tell from what he’d just said to you.

You rolled your eyes at him but didn’t deny it. If he needed a refresher of what your “sex life” was like, you could give him an encore to your Easy A performance when you were sharing a wall again.

Felix nudged Minho’s shoulder, reminding him that he had an audience that was waiting.

Minho turned back towards the bar on his stool and grabbed something from behind the counter that you couldn’t see before pivoting back in the direction of you and the rest of the patrons. In one hand was a jar of maraschino cherries. In the other was the condom.

He ripped the foil packet open with his teeth and gingerly pulled the contraceptive out. He stretched the latex over the lid of the jar, grimacing as he struggled to make it fit. Once the condom was on the jar he held it up for everyone to see, and then used his free hand to tug at the loose rubber at the end. The lid resisted the pull for a brief second, but then twisted and popped off the glass with a loud suction sound.

The bartender and the other observers applauded enthusiastically as Minho handed the open jar back. You bit the inside of your cheek as you took a deep breath, trying to suppress your anger. It didn’t work.

“That’s it?” you asked, voice brimming with annoyance. “That’s what you dragged me all the way down here for?”

“None of us could get it open,” Minho explained defensively. “We all tried, and then I remembered this trick I saw in a YouTube video and-”

“I was about to go to sleep!”

“Look, Angela wanted a Shirley Temple,” he argued, nodding at the clear glass of fizzy red liquid the bartender was sliding across the counter to a blonde woman. “Daiki went to make her one and couldn’t open the new jar of cherries so he asked Lix and I to try-”

“You already gave me the abbreviated version of the story,” you huffed. “I don’t need the full one.”

“I just thought you should know that the cherries were actually going to use. We weren’t just playing a game of ‘who can open this jar’. Although if we were, I would’ve won.”

Felix snorted and shook his head at his older brother, sipping his own drink wordlessly.

“You’re drunk,” you scoffed. “Both of you are.”

Minho ignored the statement, eyes softening a bit as he gazed at your face. “Thank you again, by the way. Sorry for making you come all the way down here. I owe you one.”

You sighed, your frustration dissipating as you stared into his warm brown eyes. “Whatever, I’m fucking exhausted, okay? I’m going to bed.”

“Wait-” Minho stopped you for the second time that night by grabbing your wrist again. “Did you… want it back?”

“Want what back? The condom? Ew, no!”

“Well it’s not technically used,” he pointed out.

“I don’t think anyone wants to put something that’s ‘not technically used’ in their vagina, but maybe that’s just me. I don’t know how many people have touched that jar- you can do whatever you want with it. I don’t care. We have plenty more.”

Minho pursed his lips and nodded abruptly at the last sentence, like that was the uncomfortable point in the conversation.

“Yeah, okay uh, goodnight then.”

“Goodnight, Minho. Goodnight, Felix.”

-

“What was it for?” Jisung asked as soon as you fell into bed next to him. He had been reading the book you finished a couple of days ago, but dogeared it and let it rest on his chest to give you his full attention.

“He used it to open a jar of cherries,” you mumbled into your pillow.

“What?”

“Angela wanted a Shirley Temple.”

“Who’s Angela?”

“Like I said, I don’t know what goes on in your brother’s head.”

“Fair enough,” he sighed and placed the book on the bedside table. “Come on, let’s get some sleep before our flight tomorrow.”

-

The next destination on the trip was your choice, and to say you were nervous was an understatement. For one, you had never been to Shanghai so you didn’t know what to expect. Even the excursions you’d chosen had relatively vague descriptions so everything was up in the air. For two, you wanted the Hans to have a good time. You were terrified that they would hate the experience and think you’d made the worst choice of the group.

The flight to Shanghai from Tokyo was only around three hours long, but it felt a thousand times longer than the sixteen-hour one from Italy you’d been on just a little over a week ago.

Jisung knew you were anxious about the days ahead so he let you have the window seat while he sat in the middle and helped Minho draft choreography ideas for a project he’d be working on when he got back. You didn’t know what it was for, you didn’t want to ask after what happened last time.

It was sweet of Jisung to offer to help his older brother. You knew he wasn’t too fond of Minho’s career and the attention that came with it, but to see him still willing to put that aside to lend a hand.

Usually, Felix would be the one to help Minho with this sort of thing, but he had opted to sit with his parents to get some work done so Jisung was filling in.

“Maybe you should change career paths,” you whispered in the middle of one of their little breaks, seizing the opportunity to sneak a word in as Minho finished making notes on the section they’d just gone over.

“You think so?”

You nodded. “You’re pretty good at this. Maybe it runs in the family.”

“Felix did force me to enter the school talent show with him a few years ago,” he mumbled.

“What? Why have you never told me this? Is there a recording of it? I need to watch it immediately.”

“That’s exactly why I never told you.”

“You can’t just drop this information on me and expect me not to want to watch it.”

“Okay, well, fat chance.”

“I’ll do that thing you like,” you blurted.

Minho’s eyebrow quirked up slightly at that, showing you that he was listening to you and Jisung’s conversation. You knew how it sounded, which was partly intentional, but you were really just talking about a drinking game your best friend loved. The “game” involved matching Jisung shot for shot at whatever restaurant you happened to be at. It wasn’t so much of a game as it was your best friend thinking it was hilarious to see you sloppy drunk. It was a well-known fact that Jisung could out-drink you without even trying. In fact, every time you’d played this “game” you could barely remember anything about the night, other than your devastating loss.

He knew what you were talking about immediately, eyes lighting up. “Really?” he asked, squeezing your thigh in excitement. “Promise?”

“Promise,” you agreed. “But it has to be on a night where we’re not doing anything the next day.”

Minho cleared his throat suddenly, clearly having heard enough of what he likely thought was a very different conversation.

“One second,” Jisung told his brother. “Fine, you can see the recording. But you can’t tell any of our friends back home about it.”

“Your secret’s safe with me,” you assured him. He grinned at you in satisfaction and took your hand in his, resting them together on his lap. “Can’t believe my boyfriend is a dancer,” you teased.

“Listen, if I’m going to change careers now, I won’t be able to cook for you anymore. You know that, right?”

You sighed dramatically. “Never mind. God knows I can’t cook. We’d starve.”

“Guess you’re stuck with a chef boyfriend,” he said with a shrug.

“I think I can live with that.”

“I sure hope so. Because I don’t know that I’m cut out for the spotlight.”

“I’m not so sure about that,” you argued playfully.

“Yeah, well that’d be one more thing I have to share with my brother,” he muttered lowly. Your pulse quickened and you snuck a panicked glance at Minho. You couldn’t tell if he was still listening, but something told you that Jisung didn’t care. He was trying to come off as sarcastic, but you could hear the genuine bitterness hidden underneath. “Or should I say compete with him for,” he added, smirking to himself. “And we both know I’d never win against him.”

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