Steven grant x reader / Marc Spector being a hater.
Short fic - 279 words
“And the green one?” You ask with a hum, eyes not breaking from the Egyptology textbook Steven has laid across his lap. “Osiris” Steven replies softly, more focused on mapping your face then the technicolour pictures the pages had to display. “God of the underworld” he taps the block of text underneath the god, “so.. like hades?” You ask, he smiles as your eyes meet “Yes, I think so.” The space between you closes as he presses his lips to the skin of your temple, not remaining there long as his lips travel down to your jaw.
“Get a roooom..” his American alter, Marc, says groaning from where he watches unwillingly, in the living room mirror, placed in a. Metaphorical cuck chair. Steven ignores Marc, kissing down your face and towards your neck just to pull a reaction from the man watching the scene. “Mm, watcha doing?” You ask suppressing a giggle, “nothing..” Steven murmurs, closing the textbook to hold your waist instead “You’re up to something.” Steven simply grins and finally pecks your lips “Marc wants out.” He mumbles and rubs his thumb along the skin of your hip. “Marc wants you to stop being so gross.” Marc corrects, finally sitting up “and out.” He shrugs. Steven watches this and grunts, turning back to you. Steven smiles and leans in, pecking your lips. “Love you”, he says against you lips. You smile back “love you too.” He grins and pulls you down onto the sofa with him. “I want to spend the rest of my life with you.” He rubs your back. “Suckers.” Marc mumbles. And Steven simply rolls his eyes and plants another kiss on your lips.
One of my favorite types of questions I've always loved to receive over the years is how I envision certain off-camera moments between Rick and Michonne.
And so, with having also been asked a lot over the years about writing a fic, I figured for my first extended one that I would write chapters that flesh out exactly how I picture certain off-camera moments happening between Rick and Michonne.
There were so many great moments that happened in Richonne’s on-screen slowburn, and there are also those off-screen time periods that I know so many of us have often wondered about and written about. And so this fic is me aiming to paint a picture of how I envision these moments playing out and contributing to Richonne’s journey of falling in love.
It's called “How Did You Get Here” because that is the question that I try to answer with these off-screen Richonne moments from season 3 - season 6 when Richonne becomes canon. (Nobody’s Supposed to Be Here by Deborah Cox was also stuck in my head while writing pre-canon Richonne 😋)
I pinpointed several moments between those seasons where I wanted to explore how Rick and Michonne get from point A in one episode to point B in the next. And I challenged myself to try my best to be canonically accurate as I sewed together how I imagine events occurring between episodes.
So we’re starting with Season Three. And I figured, let's kick it off with 2 chapters instead of one.
With Season Three, what I'd often wonder is how Rick asks Michonne to go on a run with him and Carl for Clear? Like, at the end of 3.11, it’s not like that’s just an obvious choice for him to take only Michonne with him and Carl to King County. So I wrote out how I like to think things went to get Rick and Michonne from the end of 3.11 to the start of 3.12 - Richonne’s OG Episode ‘Clear’👑
To each person who has encouraged me to try fic writing over the years, thank you. 💗 I wrote all this for us, and I hope that you’ll enjoy it!
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Before Clarisse, Silena had always hated capture the flag. Too gorey, and people always got way too into it. She much preferred to help out Lee Fletcher and the rest of the medics in the infirmary, tending to the wounded (unnecessarily wounded, she didn't even know how that many people got hurt that quickly), not trying to bludgeon her fellow campers with a sword. But now, she definitely couldn't say no to an excuse to watch her very hot, very buff girlfriend fight other people.
Right now, Clarisse was putting on her armour, and Silena was trying (and failing) not to gawk at her. She was wearing a beautifully tight shirt, accentuating her curves and the impressive muscles in her arms. Too bad here armour was starting to cover it all up.
"Hey Silena! Ready for the game?"
Silena startles, jerking out of her stupor to see that she's been caught staring.
"Oh, uh… yeah! Chiron's forcing me to play though. Said something about camp spirit and all that."
As much as watching her girlfriend in her element was fun, Silena still wasn't looking forward to being forced to wander around the woods, forced to some stupid defensive position because "Aphrodite girls can't fight."
"Hey Sil, where's your armour? You can't play without it." Clarisse asks curiously, walking over to Silena.
"I…uh… I don't know how to put it on. I haven't played in forever."
"Do you want me to help? I do this lots." Clariss asks, already grabbing a helmet from the storage area and heading back over to her.
"I guess. I was hoping that it would get me out of having to stand around in the woods all afternoon. I mean, I'm never allowed to do anything interesting. All I get to do is stand around in the heat." Laments Silena
"Well, good for you, I'm the one making the plans tonight. And you" Clarisse plops the helmet on her head, "are coming with me this afternoon. I have a plan, and it's a pretty fucking good one."
…
Later that afternoon, Silena has been debriefed on the plan. She would get to stay with Clarisse, and distract the other team's members who were guarding the flag while Connor Stoll would sneak in to grab the flag. Clarisse was there as back up in case something went wrong.
As the conch blew, she followed Clarisse, running alongside her, ready to find the flag and put their plan into action. When they finally stumble across the flag after a long bit of walking (too long, in Silena's opinion), Clarisse nudges her and Connor.
"Ready to win this thing?"
Silena nods, and watches as Connor does the same. She runs out into the clearing, where the opposing team's flag is positioned on top of a boulder, with five other campers surrounding it.
"Hey! Over here!"
She tries to get their attention, raising her sword. As a few of the guards rush towards her, out of the corner of her eye, Silena can see Connor running from the other side of the clearing to snatch the flag. Thankfully, none of the guards have seemed to notice quite yet. She watches as Clarisse defends Connor as he grabs the flag and wow, was that hot. Watching her girlfriend take control of the situation, and those muscles. Suddenly, being a decoy in capture the flag wasn't all that bad.
As the guards run at her, Silena darts through the trees, trying to evade them. All she can hope is that Connor and Clarisse got away safely with the flag.
Silena darts behind a large oak as the campers who were guarding the flag run by, oblivious. She crouched down there for what felt like forever, when the conch blew signalling the end of the game. One way or another, it was over.
…
She runs to the river that divided the capture the flag area, hoping to see who won. Clarisse stood there, triumphantly holding the opposing team's flag. They had won, Clarisse's plan had actually worked. She ran over, wrapping her arms around Clarisse and kissing her. Silena didn't usually love PDA, but she was so proud of her girlfriend (and also found the messy, dirty, mildly scratched up state she was in extremely sexy.)
"Hey Sil," Clarisse says, blushing slightly.
"I haven't been on the winning team in forever!" Exclaims Silena excitedly. The past few times that she was forced to play, her team always lost. But this time, with Clarisse's amazing plan, they had finally won. "What happened once you ran off?"
"Not much. I'm fucking surprised that none of those idiots noticed us. Connor and I got away pretty seamlessly, but he did get an arrow shot at him from Michael who was hiding in the trees. I took the flag from him and ran. Those losers never stood a chance!"
Silena loved when her girlfriend got excited like this. She was so beautiful (and sexy, and adorable, and cute and-). She was startled out of her admiration by Clarisse asking her something.
"Hey, you want to come back to my cabin to celebrate?" Clarisse asks, and how could Silena ever say no to her.
sum you're not quite enjoying prom the way you wanted to, luckily someone else feels the same way.
paring park jongseong x f!reader
genre a bit of angst , fluff , classmates to something more? , one shot
an sorry i took so long! school was killing me D:
wc 1.4k
" all i can say is, it was enchanting to meet you. "
you were genuinely excited for prom this year.
it was your last one before graduating. in your last year of highschool, everything felt more sentimental, more special. during the first football game of the school year, you broke down in tears. your friends stared at you as if you were an alien, one of them secretly snapping a picture of you to tease you later. you weren’t crying because of the game, but rather realizing you wouldn’t be able to gossip with your friends on the bleachers or pretend to cheer when the team scored a goal. these tiny things that you didn’t care for before became part of you as you went into 12th grade. this is why, even if you dreaded prom before, you were going to enjoy your last one no matter what happened.
… which you didn’t do.
nothing bad was happening at prom, in fact, it was going extremely well. your friends told you that you looked beautiful, and you felt beautiful too. but something was missing. one hour in, and you felt absolutely drained. everytime someone you knew approached you, you put on a fake smile, but in reality you really wanted to run out of the doors and reach for comfort in your bed.
“are you sure you don’t wanna dance with us?” your friend asked, eyes slightly furrowed with concern.
“yes, i’m fine. go have fun, i’ll watch you guys. it’s entertaining seeing you guys act like fools on the dance floor,” you joked, even though your voice sounded extremely strained.
your friend sighed and walked to join her other friends, and you slouched back on your seat, silently observing them. you were quite disappointed that your prom didn’t end up the way you wanted it to. you wanted to have fun and talk with your friends, but you both physically and mentally couldn’t handle that. you slowly sipped your lemonade, starting to zone out.
“hey, you alright?” a voice asked you.
you yelped in surprise, almost spilling your drink. to your left sits your classmate, park jongseong. your eyes widened in surprise. what in the world was jongseong doing here, sitting next to me?
it wasn’t like you guys were complete strangers, but you guys were definitely not friends. more like acquaintances, that probably only interacted 3 times the entire 4 years in highschool. he was in at least one of your classes every year, but you guys never talked to each other. he wasn’t extremely popular by any means, but he was well known. jongseong was hard-working and kind. he was also known to be extremely fun to be around if you were even lucky to be his friend. he kept his circle small, barely paying mind to anyone else around him. he probably doesn’t even know you, you think.
so why was he sitting next to you, when he should have been with his friends, enjoying prom?
“hellooo …? earth to (____)?” jongseong playfully waved a hand in front of your face, effectively pulling you out of your thoughts.
“o.. oh! um, sorry,” you laughed nervously. “i’m okay, i just don’t really have fun at social events.”
jongseong nodded, listening intently to your words. he leaned forward in his chair, arms resting on his lap. he had a certain glint in his eyes– something you immediately noticed when you took the time to look at his face.
“don’t worry, me neither,” he smiled. “hey– do you want to get out of here?”
you blinked at him. “umm … where would we go?”
“we could go to 7/11. it isn’t too far from here, probably like a five-minute walk,” he suggested.
you looked at your friends giggling loudly and dancing to their hearts' content. you looked back at jongseong, who was waiting for a response.
“sure, why not,” you said with a small smile.
the boy reciprocated the smile, immediately getting up and adjusting his shirt. he motioned for you to follow him as you both “sneakily” left the event. he held the door open for you, and you beamed at him as a silent thank you. the cool spring air hit your face as you let out a small sigh of relief. you didn’t know how suffocating prom had been until you left that room. you both walked silently, shoulders brushing every now and then. it was a comfortable silence, which you appreciated as you didn’t have much energy to talk. you shortly spotted the blinding lights of the 7/11, and you both entered, greeting the cashier with a quiet hello.
“so … what did you want to get?” you asked jongseong.
the boy thought for a bit before giving you a grin, “how about we eat that ramen you always ate when you came here?”
your eyes widened. “how– what — were you stalking me?”
that cheesy grin immediately dissipated with your accusation, now replaced with rosy cheeks and wide eyes that matched yours.
“n.. no! i come here like almost every day, and by chance, you were here when i came by a couple of times,” he hurriedly explained himself.
you both stared at each other before you broke into loud laughter, gathering attention from the cashier and some people around you. jongseong looked at you incredulously, letting out a few chuckles with you.
“sorry …” you wiped tears that formed after your incessant laughter. “you just looked so adorable when you were trying to explain yourself. i know you’re not a stalker, don’t worry,” you giggled, patting him on the shoulder before walking away to find the ramen brand.
jongseong stood there for a minute, his cheeks as red as a strawberry. he placed a hand over where you touched him, giggling quietly to himself. he quickly found you again in the ramen section, his hands in his pockets as he looked down at you.
park jongseong was a boy of simplicity – he preferred straightforwardness and authenticity. he had never thought of love, but whenever he did, he wanted it to be slow, calm, and peaceful. he wanted to take his lover out on 7/11 dates, expensive dates, spontaneous dates … everything. however, he slowly realized in his high school years that it might be impossible to find love, as everyone was too focused on themselves.
but as you searched for your ramen pack, he started to think of love again. except in his imagination, his lover was not some blank, faceless void – it was you. he was imagining you as his lover. he was shocked, not appalled, but surprised. this was your first true interaction with him, and he was already thinking of you as his lover … what had you done to him?
you stood up abruptly, and jongseong came back to reality.
“you got it?” he softly asked.
you nodded, and he followed you to the cashier. you took out your phone case to get the $10 bill from your phone case, but he stopped you, paying with his credit card. you shyly thanked him as you both stared into space while waiting for his card to register.
“thank you so much,” the cashier handed you the receipt. “by the way– what’s the special occasion? you guys look oddly fancy for a 7/11 date,” the cashier asked with a curious grin on their face.
“oh– we aren’t da–” you started to speak up, before the boy behind you interrupted.
“we were at prom … and we just wanted to spend some time together,” jongseong said, looking down at you with a cheesy grin.
the cashier smiled and said something about young love, which left you both flustered. you quickly went to heat up the ramen, and you both decided to eat outside on the benches, agreeing that the cool night air would be refreshing. you blew on your ramen, quietly slurping the first strands. your eyes twinkled with happiness, savoring the delicious flavor of the noodles. jongseong looked at you, a small smile playing at his lips.
there was no excuse, he was enchanted by you. your style, the way you cry when you laugh, your quiet charisma, your intelligence – everything about you was so … loveable. he just wanted to stay in this moment forever.
“jongseong!” you looked at him, your mouth stuffed with ramen. “eat!”
the boy giggles at your cute face, almost resembling a chipmunk. he starts eating his ramen, occasionally stealing not-so subtle glances at you.
despite prom not going the way you or jongseong wanted, you couldn’t help but feel grateful for this impromptu escape. with each bite of ramen and each joke shared, the disappointment of prom seemed to be completely forgotten. and as you catched jongseong stealing glances at you, a weird warmth spread through your chest, knowing that perhaps, in the midst of a disappointing social night, you found something unexpectedly sweet – the enchanting park jongseong.
first ever fic! my man needs to calm down with all these bf pics cause it’s actually driving me insane
being an art student is not easy. from the intensive workload to having to satisfy your inner perfectionist, you’re bound to be tired, and today was one of those days. you made it to the comfort of your home and decided to take a long shower to organise your thoughts while also reviewing your day, silently giving a pat to yourself for making it through the day. you were so out of it that you didn’t notice the sound of the door to your bedroom clicking, and also the footsteps waddling in.
“hey babe! i got this claw clip that i think you’d li- oh jesus, how long have you been in the shower?” the familiar husky voice brought you back to reality and it made you notice that you’ve been stuck in the shower for a good half an hour, your fingertips getting all wrinkly. you look around, and you see that the bathroom is clouded from the vapour of your hot shower. your vision brings you to the door, and you see a tall figure leaning against the doorframe. it was your boyfriend, mingyu staring at you with the purest look of admiration you’ve ever seen.
it’s hard to not notice him when he’s in the midst of the crowds. he’s tall, has a gorgeous honey like skin accompanied by his gorgeous husky voice- you were down bad, heck, you’re so smitten by him that he finds it adorable that you still get nervous with him despite being together for 2 years. you often wonder how you must’ve saved a whole nation in your past life to deserve a partner like him.
“c’mon, let’s get you out of this hellhole. i don’t want my precious darling to look like a wrinkly raisin before we turn gray,” he smiles as he grabs a large towel to wrap it around your body, letting the soft material hug you while mingyu attempts to dry you. you whine at the loss of heat from the hot water, but all mingyu does is flash his toothy grin at you and gives a quick peck on your forehead, making all of your frustrations disappear.
it was almost 7pm and you were starving. mingyu had to take an urgent phone call, so you had to take over kitchen duty momentarily. he knew you were tired so he opted for takeout, but you were craving a homecooked meal that is warm and hearty. you start preparing the ingredients to make soup noodles, a dish that your mom makes whenever she drops by you and mingyu’s place to check up on you guys. luckily, the recipe was pretty simple, so you made yourself busy by preparing dinner to fill in the absence of mingyu.
you were focused on preparing the soup until you felt a strong and sturdy pair of arms wrap around your waist. “have i told you that i love you so much?” he murmurs into your neck, peppering kisses in between his sentence. “you’re so dramatic, gyu. your mother really wasn’t joking when she told me the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach, huh?” you giggled. you could feel the vibration coming from his chest as he let out a chuckle. your heart was swelling with so much adoration for this man.
“i mean, she’s partially right!” he gleamed, letting go of his grip from your waist to turn you around so that you’re facing him. he cups your cheeks, forcing you to make eye contact with his honey glazed eyes.
“it’s not only through the stomach, it’s because of you,” he wiggles his eyebrows, making you both burst out in laughter. “god, you’re so cheesy” you muttered while shaking your head, resuming to cooking dinner. mingyu was a little upset that you dismissed his pick-up line (which he was so proud of since he thought that it was a really smooth one) but helps you out in preparing dinner for you two anyways.
mingyu insists on setting up the table for dinner, and you let him. it was nice that he was willing to help you out without you even asking to, and you’re so thankful for him. as you brought out the dishes you both made, you notice that mingyu set up the cutleries a little differently today. rather than your usual seating, he placed both of your cutleries next to each other with only one chair to be seen. you shrugged it off, thinking that he was still in the process of setting things up.
“gyu! dinner’s ready! could you help me get an extra chair? there’s only one here,” you stood there, waiting for your boyfriend to answer. mingyu appeared, and you could see that mischevious glint in his eyes when he heard you bring up this minor ‘inconvenience’ at the dining table.
“you can sit on my lap.” he said it cockily, leaving you confused. of course, you don’t mind sitting on his lap, but having a meal while sitting on his lap might be uncomfortable, not to mention that sitting on his lap for such a long period of time could leave his thighs with pins and needles.
he sees you contemplating your choices, so he goes on to his next tactic: be super clingy. “please, bub?” he pouts, “just today, pretty please? i haven’t been seeing your pretty face lately cause you’ve been cooped up in your room working on assignments” he wraps his arms around yours. it feels like you’re trying to convince a toddler to head back home after playing in the park but they refuse to.
“alright, alright, whatever makes gyu happy, okay?” you both laugh as mingyu happily seats on the chair and invites you onto his lap almost immediately.
“guy, why aren’t you eating?” you question, noticing that mingyu has not touched the bowl of noodles in front of him. “is everything alright? did i burn the soup? maybe i -” he pecks your cheek. “it’s fine, darling. it’s just..” you raise your eyebrow, wondering what he’s gonna say next.
he continues, “you kinda broke my heart a little when you didn’t react to my pick-up line earlier” he muttered, pulling you closer to him, “and i think the only fair deal for you to make up for it is to feed me!” he gleams at you.
“you really went all out just to get back at me for this?” you chuckled, putting down your cutleries to cup his cheek as you looked at him. “yup,” he said, popping the p, “and i won’t be taking no as an answer” he smirked, leaving you two erupting in laughter at this silly moment.
“okay my prince, you had a really smooth pick-up line there just now. here comes your first bite! say ahh” you pretended to feed him like how you’d feed your toddler niece, and he willingly takes a bite and hums in satisfaction.
“did i tell you that you’re amazing?” mingyu said while pulling you closer to him to the point where you could feel the rapid moment of his heartbeat from his chest.
I have been working hard on this one shot or smt and hope you all like it❤️
Heads-up: Fluff, kissing, Hunter is such a dad, matchmaker Omega, helpless Hunter, thinking of you too much 😳, cringe(?), omega being more of an older sister she is to Hunter, might go into she or you, Sorry it’s my first! 😂
Summary:
Omega always noticed how Hunter looks at you, the way his lips would turn up and eyes twinkle a bit whenever you laugh or enter the room. So she decides to take matters into her own hands. 😈
———————
Song reference: Love me by Fia
It’s always brand new to me
See, the butterflies, my palms get sweaty
My thoughts and my heart stay heavy
You got this Kinda affect on me…
——————
——————
“Huntah?”
Hunters ears picks up as the little blonde girl Omega comes into the marauder after a visit with you, Omega would always be with you whenever he or the guys were too busy to watch omega as they help around the village of Pabu.
Ever since they came to visit Pabu months ago and during the Tsunami and rebuilding on Pabu Island they had met you.
You had given them a thank you gift of baked goods from your family’s bakery on upper Pabu which was greatly and safely unharmed from the Tsunami disaster, Hunter never thought you would come into his life, or even knew about it, there was something of you that made him think of you more often than a friendly relationship you both had grown. But he didn’t really overthink it that much
Omega would always go to your family’s bakery to make sweets and such, you always welcome her in as you both make a mess in the kitchen or either make a delicious treat to share with others. He once tried a treat yourself and Omega had created when he went to visit.
But whenever you would go visit them and hand him a treat, he would feel his knees numb up when his eyes would trace the outlines and contour of your face… the way the sun hits your eyes and skin making a soft glow over them… your smile… the light tint on your face when he compliments you… you…
You. You. You. You. You. You—
“Hunter?”
He immediately snapped out of his thoughts of you and felt his face flush red as he looked at Omega, he hoped omega won’t question.
“Yeah, kid?”
He asked the small clone girl as he runs his trembling hand over his flustered face, the face of a man being caught in his thoughts.
Omega raised a brow and step fully into the marauder, reading his face and seeing her brother in his state of embarrassment.
“I just came back from hanging around with (Y/n), are you okay? You look red…”
Kriff.
He rubs his face again and sighed before looking at Omega, he knew he was caught and regrets it.
“Nothing to worry about kid, you go wash up for bed, it’s already late don’t you think?”
“But it’s the afternoon—“
“You heard me.”
Omega groans and walks to the small room in the haul of the marauder to pick her clothes up and head up to the small refresher of the ship, making a sarcastic salute before saying.
“Sir yes sir…”
Hunter huffs a soft chuckle though his nose, he couldn’t believe of how long it’s been… Omega had changed and he wished nothing will ever change that.
———
“Come on Hunter!”
He looks around the area, a breeze of wind in his way as he watched Omega run with Wrecker through the beach, Tech and Echo talking about whatever they had in mind, the scent of the ocean filled his senses in is nose…
And a soft hand, smaller compared to his large and rough calloused hand brushing his.
He looked down to see you in a white dress, shoulders bare and feet against the sand, your sandals in your occupied hand as you weaved your hand in his, he squeezed your hand softly and smile down at you.
“Hunter…?”
“Yeah…?”
You look up at him and smile, your mouth opens to say something until he felt a jab on his side.
——
“HUNTER!”
He jolted up and saw that Omega was waking him up, he groaned and rubbed his face with his hand and look at Omega with a moody look.
“What kid…?”
Omega smiles and points at the small plate of treats on one of the built in tables of the marauder.
“She brought us food this morning, you should’ve seen her! She was wearing a pretty floral dress and she had a hibiscus in her hair! She was so pretty!”
His eyes went wide as she said of your visit, he missed a precious moment and you had already gone.
“Why didn’t you wake me? I could’ve said hi or something”
Omega shook her head and picked up a cupcake from the plate with a white and blue frosting covering the vanilla cake under, with a small coat of pearl candies on it.
“I was about to when she came over, she said it was okay and she didn’t want to disturb your sleep.”
Hunter felt his face grow a light shade a pink.
You’re too sweet for me…
As Hunter thought Omega started to notice signs…
Her brother was in love with you.
She smirked after she finished her cupcake before throwing it in the trash, she began to head to the ramp of the marauder but Hunter spoke up.
“And where do you think you’re going?”
Omega shrugged her head and adjusted her blue jacket and took a step out before running out. Hunter sighed and shook his head before standing to stretch.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: プロジェクトセカイ カラフルステージ！| Project SEKAI COLORFUL STAGE! (Video Game)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Azusawa Kohane & Shinonome Akito, Azusawa Kohane/Shiraishi An, Aoyagi Touya/Shinonome Akito, Aoyagi Touya & Shiraishi An, Aoyagi Touya & Azusawa Kohane & Shinonome Akito & Shiraishi An, Shinonome Akito & Shiraishi An
Characters: Azusawa Kohane, Shinonome Akito, Shiraishi An, Aoyagi Touya
Additional Tags: Azusawa Kohane is an idiot, How is that not a tag, Shinonome Akito is an idiot too, they're both stupid, Overworking, Literal Sleeping Together, Azusawa Kohane Has Anxiety, Soft Shinonome Akito, Swearing, Shinonome Akito Needs Glasses
Series: Part 1 of Leona's vbs oneshots
Summary:
'It's been a few hours since An-chan and Aoyagi-kun went home... but Shinonome-kun's still here. That means it's okay to keep practicing... right?'
'Kohane's still singing. We really should be going home soon, but... I can't lose. Not to her.'
-
Or: Watch as two idiots push themselves far past what's reasonable in the name of "more practice" and reap the (relatively small) consequences.
