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weasleypogues · 4 years ago

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newbie on set pt.2 (r.p)

so i got a lot of requests saying to do a part two so i hope u guys enjoy lol :) also!!!! i’m gonna put little twists on it here and there because it’s going to be like shes going into season 2 and sarah and john b are in the bahamas

read part 1 if you haven’t already :D

part 3 part 4

tag list for the series so far: ivebeenthinkingboutu nas-marie-loves-u k-k0129

masterlist.

after a lot of preparation with fittings, readings, rehersals, and everything in between, you were finally shooting today. you and the cast had excitedly texted back and forth in the group chat but rudy made sure he also texted you on the side as he was eager to still get to know you.

you, madelyn, and madison sat in the makeup and hair trailer, gushing about the scenes you were shooting today and how excited you guys were to just be in south carolina and have fun like they did last year.

“did you see the tiktok i sent you?” madison asked madelyn, giggling and glancing at you because you were the once to convince madison to send it in the first place. madelyn glared at the two of you snickering, as she rolled her eyes but couldn’t fight back the giggle.

“yes! i did! i see them everywhere. ‘relax b john, i have a gutter, get you’re head out of the brother’ or ‘it’s not like i’ve never seen a gutter before, get your head out of your ass john b’, they literally fill up my page!” madelyn responded, laughing her ass off. you guys were referring to the hundreds of tiktoks that mocked that line in the first season. you threw your headback in laughter, tears coming out of your eyes. your hairdresser lola glared at you playfully and placed your head forward again because you kept interrupting her. you blew her a kiss in the mirror as a joke and she laughed.

“you guys are something else..” she trailed off, a huge smile upon her face.

“are you nervous for today (y/n/n)?” madison turned to you and asked. you let your cheeks fill up with air before letting the breath out slowly, in deep thought. you hated to say it but you were literally terrified. you didn’t want to be the reason that a scene that should’ve taken maybe 60 minutes at most to shoot could take longer because you weren’t working to your full potential. “i’ll take that hesitation as a yes..”

“i just don’t wanna fuck up. like no one does, but if i did it on my first day it would be all i think about.” you responded, twidling with your thumbs.

“you did amazing at the table read and great at rehearsals, you’re gonna do great today.” madeyln smiled, reassuring you. “especially......because your first scene is with rudy today.” she smirked, sending a wink your way.

you felt your face grow hot and cowered in your seat slightly, but not enough that lola couldn’t continue working on your hair. you and rudy had been texting nonstop ever since you guys left the restaraunt after the first table read. you have to admit, he was very flirty but you always seemed to psych yourself out because you caught on that he was just an outgoing and friendly guy. but madison and madelyn snapped you back to reality that he wouldn’t play footsie’s with just anyone or constantly text them if it wasn’t something that crossed his mind.

someone with an earpiece, walkie talkie, and clipboard walked onto the trailer saying that he needed you and madison for a scene. as sarah and john b were in the bahamas, you guys weren’t getting any scenes with them for a little while. you walked out of the trailer with string bracelets and other accessories practically covering your wrists, neck, and ankle to make you look more summer-y and pogue like. you walked towards where you guys were shooting a scene in the wreck and placed the apron around your body, talking to madison.

“lady pogue! baby pogue!” you heard a familiar boy yell and you turned around to see rudy and jonathan. jonathan had on a green tshirt and grey cargo shorts, accessorized with a beaded necklace and a hat on backwards. you pulled him in for a hug first until he was pulled away suddenly. before you knew it, you were in rudy’s arms being given probably the best hug in the world. you giggled and looked up at him as you pulled away.

“you just couldn’t resist me, i get it.” you joked and raised your eyebrows. rudy laughed and let a smirk grow onto his makeup-bruised face.

“how’d you know?” he responded somewhat sarcastically. you rolled your eyes and pushed him away playfully, in doing so you admired his arms as he wore a white tanktop and backwards hat as well.

“you guys ready to get started?” you all heard jonas yell out and you let out a deep, nervous breath and nodded.

“you got this, (y/n).” madison reassured you, rubbing your arm lightly before the three of them got into their spots at a table at the wreck. you fixed your hair slightly, hiding your script from plain shot of the camera and tightened in apron that wrapped around your waist.

juliet walked towards the group of three pogues sitting at a picnic table at the wreck. she had just moved to the outer banks with her parents and brother for some business thing that involved her parents and real estate. however, whatever sum of money her family had didn’t stop her from finding a job and getting out to do her own thing. nick carrera was kind enough to give a sixteen year old girl with no restaraunt experience a shot at waitressing at the wreck. he said it wasn’t difficult and that his daughter, kiara, had fun.

juliet had worked a couple of shifts with kiara and they had fun but juliet didn’t want to over step her boundaries. her next table to serve was kiara and her two friends, jj and pope? juliet couldn’t remember if that was their names or not. kiara had talked about them but said that it had been a couple of months since they’ve seen each other because they lost two friends at sea. juliet decided it was probably still a touchy subject and didn’t want to invade anymore in fear of upsetting kiara.

however, kiara did mention that she had not seen pope or jj in a long time. juliet wasn’t sure if they had agreed to take some space or they drifted apart because of the lost friends. so when juliet saw kiara sitting at a table with two boys that fit the descriptions of her old friends, it clicked in her head. they looked like they were in a deep conversation and she thought maybe she should give them a second instead of interrupting them for a simple drink order. juliet shook her head to snap out those thoughts and walked up to the trio.

“hey kie, anything i can get for you guys to drink?” she built up the courage to ask, giving a small smile to the trio with her pen and paper in hand.

“just waters good for me, juliet. boys?” kiara started, sending a kind smile back to her.

“same here.” pope brought up, fiddling with his fingers as it was clear they were in the middle of a deep conversation. juliet lowered her head to write on the paper and felt a wave of regret wash over her because she felt bad for interrupting the rekindling group.

“juliet? like romeo and juliet?” jj asked, looking at juliet with a small smirk on his face. juliet took a second to take in the fact that the blond kid in front of her face was bruised and cut up. he clearly fucked with the wrong people, probably kooks from old stories kiara had told her on break one day. juliet nodded with an awkward smile.

“like shakespeare intended.” juliet responded, fixing her hair slightly as a natural mannerism.

“got a romeo? or do you want one?” jj replied with a wink. even in character, you felt your cheeks get hot because if you remembered the script correctly, that was not rudy’s line. he improvised. as you all played off that improvised line, kiara kicked jj from under the table which jj didn’t hesistate to flinch and rub his shin. “fiesty...”

kiara looked up at juliet, sending her an uncomfortable smile in a way of saying ‘sorry for him, he’s always this stupid’. “he’ll just take a water.” kiara flat out said because jj just failed to respond to juliet’s initial question.

“on the rocks!” jj joked to ease the awkwardness as juliet walked back towards the wreck to fetch them their drinks.

you heard the director yell cut and let your body somewhat relax from it’s on screen state and turned back around. “cute line, rudy! s’all you got?” you hollered over towards the trio, as you walked towards them.

“c’mon, you gotta admit, that was funny. i had to make it a little more authentic!” rudy defended himself with his hands up. you rolled your eyes and shoved him slightly on the shoulder for almost messing you up on the first day if it wasn’t for the rest of the cast who played along so well. you let your elbow rest on his shoulder, exchanging a couple of words between madison, johnathan, and rudy in between takes. now you understood what all the hype was about.

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after a long day at work, you packed up your backpack in your trailer, pulling your charger out of the socket. as you glanced around one last time, making sure you didn’t forget anything you heard a knock at your door.

“come in!” you hollered out, although you didn’t let your eyes leave the surrounding areas.

“hey.” you recognized the voice as rudy’s and felt your heart flutter lightly and looked up at him. his rosy cheeks and messy blond hair almost made you melt on the spot.

“what’s up?” you asked, throwing your backpack over your shoulder and grabbing your phone. rudy took a couple of slow steps towards you and now you two were basically inches away from each other.

“i was wondering if you were up for dinner tonight?” rudy asked, rubbing the back of his neck. he was clearly nervous, but for what?

“yeah i’m down! what do the rest of the group have in mind?” you responded, pretty obliviously. rudy let out a big breath because he thought he had gotten the hard part over with.

“actually, i was thinking you could come around to mine and i could cook something....like y’know. just the....two of us?” rudy responded, his face slowly growing red as he avoided eye contact with you.

a huge smile grew on your face and you saw as rudy slightly relaxed himself as maybe this was a good sign. “like...a date?” you answered. you felt bad that maybe you were egging it on more and making him clearly more stressed but you needed that clarification for yourself.

“uh, that’s what i had in mind?” rudy stated, with his eyebrows raised. you lifted on your tippy toes and placed a kiss on his cheek. as you took a step back, you stared into his blue eyes and smiled.

“a date it is.” you answered. you never in your life thought that you would have the confidence to do that, so it wasn’t a surprise that your heart was racing fast and your hands felt sweaty.

you walked past him and opened the door to the trailer before turning back. “you coming or what?” you asked.

rudy did not even hesitate to follow after you.

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annakie · 4 years ago

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Warning, pet illness and sadness within. This is for me to pour out my emotions somewhere.

Friday, everything was fine.

Leela demanded pets all throughout the day, to the point where I had to ask her to quiet down a time or two while I was trying to work. She ran and jumped onto the counters in the kitchen and bathroom when I went, yelling at me to turn the water on so she could, and did, drink out of the faucets. She demanded dinner at dinnertime, and a day or two before that, she asked for extra dinner when the bowl she and Pemily share most nights ran out.

When it was time for treats, she purred up a storm, excited, as always, for her treats. She gets extras, she always does. She starts with four before Pemily and Fry get any, and if she catches up to me while all three of them are getting their first five treats, round-robin, one at a time, I’ll usually give her two. She gobbled them up.

Yesterday, I noted late in the day that she hadn’t run into the bathroom or kitchen with me during the day, but that’s OK, she doesn’t always. But then she didn’t care about dinner, even though they were having the flaked tuna, which they all love. Not long after, she puked, and it was all water. Then, I started to worry.

She pooped right next to her bed... which she has done occasionally, but rarely. She had puked earlier in the week, necessitating me to wash her bed, but that wasn’t extremely unusual. But several non-hairball, non-food pukes later, I was very concerned.

Then she didn’t eat treats.

It wasn’t the first time she’s gone a day or so not wanting food, but got better after maybe a hairball or something. So I decided to sleep in the living room, close enough that I could hear if anything went terribly wrong. I tried moving her bed into the living room but she was having none of it, she only likes being in Her Spot on the desk in the office. Right within arms reach of me all day while I work from home and all night when I game, scroll tumblr/twitter, chat... or whatever else.

I have loved always having her this close since in early 2018 I made what most people would use as their living room into my office and moved my huge desk from work into my house when they let us take the now-unwanted office furniture home. Immediately after this desk was set up, she jumped into that spot... and just stayed. She staked her territory. I put a small blanket down for a day or two until that weekend when I went and got two more cat beds to supplement the one we already had. Leela’s was the smallest, perfectly Leela-sized for the tiniest cat. I’ve never seen her so expressively happy than the first time she got into it. Purrs and biscuit making, and she has spent nearly all her non-eating/drinking/bodily function time right there in that bed ever since. Occasionally she’d come hang with Fry, Pemily and I in the living room while we were watching TV, but rarely.

But anyway, I digress.

I woke up several times during the night and each time she was a little more listless. I’d called the emergency vets near me and they said I could bring her in but it’d be several hours for her to wait unless it was critical, they’d gotten slammed and one had to do emergency surgery and was sending all the patients to the other one. So I decided to wake up early and take her in. I called ahead and they said they were not backed up anymore.

So Leela’s favorite blanket and Leela went into the carrier. She was strong enough to put up a little fight and complain about it. I told her I loved her and the doctor would make her feel better as we drove. I hated that I couldn’t even take her to my vet, the vet she’d seen her entire life, but they’re closed Sundays and I knew waiting longer would be bad.

Due to COVID, they wouldn’t let me go inside with her. Sensible. I waited in the parking lot for an hour and a half as they took her in, called me to take her history, ask what’s wrong, and eventually the vet called, and asked permission to do labwork, and that I should go home if I was still in the parking lot.

I did. I laid down with Fry and Pemily and tried not to worry. An hour later they called and said her labwork looked bad. Her kidneys are failing. They want to admit her for 24 - 48 hours. I held it together through the labwork results and the vet asking for permission. A few minutes later they called back to get a deposit on the payment ($2000.... so grateful I haven’t been spending money for the last year, money isn’t yet an issue.) and then asked me the question I was dreading and not prepared to answer. Do I want a DNR?

She’s sixteen. She’s frail. She’s already traumatized from all this, I’m sure. Do I want them to take extreme measures to save her life? My breath hitched as I said what I felt was the better answer -- No. I lost it, barely making my way through the rest of the call.

Cried for the last couple of hours. Just went to bed and sat there and sobbed, rehersing in my mind... what if they call and she died suddenly and I wasn’t there? Am I sure I made the right decision? What if she doesn’t get better and I have to make the call to put her to sleep? Will they let me even be there then?

She’s my Itty Bitty Leela Kitty. She’s the one who will always take affection, who begs for it like no other to the point where I have to ask her to stop. She cries for love. She’s been a pain in the ass since day 1 because of bathroom issues, but I wouldn’t trade her for anything, especially since I figured out the compromise to keep us both happy with it. She’s sweet, and just the cutest little thing. She’s the bravest of all my cats, nothing phases her. She’s fearless of strangers, accepting pets from all and sometimes even asking for them from those she doesn’t know. She just wants to chill out in her bed and get loved on. She’s great at telling time. She weights less than 5 pounds and she’s 80% lungs.

She’s bullied by Fry and Pemily but they’ll miss her too, and always respected that her bed is her space, and she’s allowed on countertops to eat and drink, too. Just, you know, not on the floor.

I’d been thinking the last few weeks that one time when she WOULD have her once-daily run around the house and scream time, late morning when Fry and Pemily were settled in for daytime naps, I needed to record it because as annoying as it could be when I’m in work meetings, I knew someday I’d desperately want to hear it again. And I never did, and now I’m terrified I will never hear it again.

There’s nothing to do now but wait and hope. I so badly want her to come home and have just a little more time. Hear her mewl for attention. Just a few more treat times. Just a few more times to hear her yell at me to turn on the faucet for her to drink. wrap her in my arms in her bed and listen to her breathe and kiss her head and tell her I love her. I did that a lot last night but I should have done it more this morning. And if it is her time, please just let me be there next to her as she goes.

#personal post tag thingy #pet illness tw #my pets

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twolonesomestars · 4 years ago

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I feel sad that yibo stop wearing the ox necklace i know that you all see him wearing it in the last post from street dance but this was filmed weeks ago it not recent one lately he keep wearing new necklace star & sun or sunflower I don't know what it is exactly he even wear it when he go filming ddup latest ep and he wear it today to the airport some people say it was birthday gift from xz I don't know if it's true what do you think and also what you think about the ring necklace xz wearing

I’m going to go ahead and put this under the cut because I did get into a few theories and speculations (mostly my own) on the new necklaces.

Also! I’ve gotten several asks about my thoughts on the ox-head necklace: here is my post on it from a while back (along with a few additions)! You can also go through my “ox-head necklace” tag.

Warning: Everything below is fake. These are just my random thoughts. Don’t take them too seriously.

You’re on point with the timings, anon.

I believe the most recent appearance of the ox-head necklace was a week ago (in his Qixi festival Douyin update). We don’t know when that video was actually taken though. Do correct me if I’m wrong, but I believe the last time we saw the ox-head necklace in person was before his birthday. He, for sure, wore it when he filmed Happy Camp on 200802:

So, I actually went ahead and looked into the website and all for this necklace because it’s looking to be pretty meaningful.

Before I get into that, some dates to note:

The first time we ever saw the daisy & star necklace was on 200817 (at rehersal for the 818 Festival):

It was clearer when we saw it out on 200819 (filming for the DDU episode released on 200830):

From then on, he’s pretty much been wearing it everywhere (major flashbacks to when I wrote about the ox-head necklace haha!)... to and from airports, during filming, etc.

The most recent sighting was 200829:

Okay, now to theories:

I’ve heard about the daisy & star necklace being his birthday present from XZ... and I will say: the timing fits. We only saw WYB with this daisy & star necklace after his birthday this year. That also seems to be around the time he stopped wearing the ox-head necklace in favor of wearing this one.

Since it might be a birthday present, both pendants most likely represent WYB. When I first saw that there were two, my mind immediately considered the possibility that each pendant represents half of the pair, but thinking about it again, I think that makes more sense for an anniversary gift, not a birthday gift (it’s not off the list though).

I haven’t really heard many theories about the daisy, but the star piece could represent WYB being named “lonely star” by XZ. (A quick explanation on this “lonely star” business: here.)

As for the theory that WYB bought the necklace for himself... based on everything we’ve seen and know about him, it’s not really his style, is it? I don’t think it’s something he’d choose for himself, even if he thought the pendants represented him. (But then again, we don’t know everything about him, so it’s still a possibility.)

That’s pretty much it for the theories, for now.

The following are things I noticed when I was looking through the store:

Important to note: Neither XZ or WYB are ambassadors for this company. WYB is not wearing this necklace with the intention to promote the company. Neither would have been given these pieces of jewelry because they were associated with them. (AKA the pieces were most likely bought out of their own pocket.)

First: Multiple pendants on a chain is the norm from the store, so having two pendants isn’t that much of a surprise. However, most of the promoted multiple-pendant necklaces contain three pendants, not two. The necklaces promoted with two pendants are usually of the same size, whereas the three pendant necklaces have two smaller pendants on either side of a large pendant. (Of course there are some exceptions, but the styling below is the most common):

Second: The daisy & star pendant combination is nowhere in the promotion pictures; it’s a very odd pairing. This adds to the idea that someone deliberately chose these two pendants for WYB, and that there is some meaning behind each pendant.

In the end, I don’t have any solid pieces of evidence backing up this daisy & star necklace like I do for the ox-head one... but if we compare how he uses the ox-head necklace and how he’s starting to use this daisy & star one... it’s nothing, if not meaningful.

As for potential future evidence, I don’t know if we’ll get any:

Knowing how they are, I wouldn’t be too shocked if they hint at something at some point... perhaps one of them will talk about the meaning behind a star (again) or if they’re really pushing it, the meaning behind a daisy (a 0.0001% chance lol)

However, considering the drama (explained here) that occurred because of the ox-head necklace, I'm leaning towards them not hinting anything so that it doesn’t cause any issues. After a long year of hiding his other necklace, WYB’s finally able to wear this one out freely.

I won’t tell you to not be sad, anon, but I will say, don’t be too worried about the switch (and this is coming from an avid ox-head necklace lover). We have a lot of evidence and analyses backing up our ox-head necklace theory, so it’s a bit disconcerting to see him not wear it as much right now. BUT, I’d be more wary if he stopped consistently wearing some sort of necklace or piece of jewelry. Once again, he rarely wears jewelry when he’s out traveling between places and to various variety show filmings, including DDU; he only starting doing so with the ox-head necklace.

I’m currently just glad he’s able to fully show off his necklace without the fear of backlash from his solo fans. I’d rather him change the necklace to one we don’t have much information on than have him continue to hide his ox-head necklace. (We’ve seen how much he loved showing it off.) Besides, him continuing to use the daisy & star necklace like this only adds to how much it means to him; it’s /becoming/ comparable only to the ox-head necklace... and, well, we know who’s probably behind that one. So, even though we don’t have much solid proof for this one, the implications and similarities between how he uses the two necklaces is more than enough for me.

As for XZ’s ring necklace, I’m not too sure what that’s all about. The main rumor connecting his to WYB’s is that the chains look similar, but it’s difficult to tell and it’s not much to go off of. Also, people are somewhat confused about why he decided to hide the necklace instead of showing it. If it was from a brand he’s an ambassador for, he would show it, especially since he’s already wearing a Gucci shirt.

For this one, we’ll have to wait and see if he wears it again (and whether he hides it or shows it). If his necklace is from the same company as WYB’s, I highly doubt he’ll show it. The brand similarity when they’re both not affiliated with it could cause too much of an uproar in the fandoms, and especially when you know how WYB uses his.

The company does sell rings... (gifset that shows XZ’s necklace containing a ring-shaped pendant). But, once again, if that’s what it is, I highly doubt XZ will reveal it to the public. If it is actually a ring on a necklace and not a circular pendant, it’ll be a whole other type of commotion... and if it’s from the same company... lol

If we say that it’s not from the same company, I still don’t think he’ll wear it as consistently as WYB wears his, even if it’s just for the sake of throwing people of their tracks; I don’t know if he’ll even wear it more than once. It wouldn’t be good if they both wore one necklace for every outing. (But, they’ve done bolder things. And, XZ already wears his red-threaded bracelet consistently, so consistency wouldn’t be too out of character for him. However, the bracelet is from his mom, so if he does start to wear another piece of jewelry like that, it’ll most probably be from someone as high on his list as his parents.)

#thoughts? feelings?#xz's necklace is a waiting game for now #ox-head necklace #daisy & star necklace #yizhan #bjyx #ask

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bowtied-pasta · 4 years ago

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I'm craving a bit more of dark link as a knight? 👉👈😔

Your mind wanders back to the fateful day you first met your knight, the room around you fading away as your memories wash over you.

“Daughter, this is your new personal guard. He will be with you whenever you wish to leave your personal quarters as it seems our neighboring kingdom has taken our offerings as a war sign.” You father moves aside, allowing you to see the man in your doorway.

His platinum blonde hair stunning in its own right, something you had never seen before. His eyes a strikingly red hue. You decided he must be foreign. Possibly a special hire your father had discovered while overseas. His dark attire making his dangerously pale skin seem to stand out even more than it already would have, his complexion stating he had never seen a day of sun in his life, but his occupation allowing you the knowledge that he absolutely had.

“I’m sure he’ll do just fine, father. Thank you for giving me protection in these trying times.” You keep your face carefully blank as you respond to your father. He had been getting stricter with you, making you conform to the ways of royalty and your fate as an heir to his throne.

Your father nods shortly, seeming to brush you aside as he leaves the room, allowing your new babysitter to enter your room. Your father closing the door after him. You quirk your eyebrow in question at the man, him having not made a noise the entire time.

“Are you paid to be mute, or do you have anything interesting to say? You certainly seem interesting enough.” You glance away, begining to work your hair into a stupid, simple style you knew your father approved of, not wanting him to go off about anything for the rest of the day. Not paying attention to the darkly dressed man as he moves toward you.

You gasp as your wrist is gently grabbed, your hair falling as your eyes travel up toward his, making contact in the reflection on the mirror. You watch as he brings ypur hand to his mouth, kissing the knuckles and smirking softly at your flushed features. “Oh, trust me, darling princess. When I have something interesting to say, I’ll say it.”

You are startled from your rememberance as your chamber doors open, your dark knight walking in, his face sombre as he makes his way toward you slowly. “Its the big day, my princess. Do you feel prepared?”

Your eyes misted as your thoroughly rehersed facade began to fall away. Your arranged... forced.... marriage waiting for you in the castle court. You turn to look your friend in the eyes, shoulders shaking as you begin to brake down. “I... I dont want this. I dont want him. Hes not who I want. I cant have who I want and I know it. If I could run away with the one I love, I would, but we would have to run forever and- and I dont want that life for y-“ you cut yourself off as you almost slip up. Catching your words as you catch your breath. Face flushing a bright red and your hands form fists.

His eyes widen as he begins to comprehend what you said, and what you almost said. You avert your gaze from his as you see the cogs in his head turning. You knew he would catch that. You were quick enough. You werent thinking. And now he knew. He catches everything. All these years and he knows you inside and out. Every little secret you hid from your father, and it all started with that sweet kiss he gave you on your hand.

Your breath catches as you feel his hand on your shoulder, making your eyes open. You shakily meet his gaze and you arent prepared for the look in his eyes. The adoration, the relief.

“Princess, is that how you really feel?” His head tilts slightly, his eyes locked on yours as they search your features.

You hesitate, taking a breath before grabbing his hand and bringing it to your face. Leaving a light kiss on his knuckles, you hear his breath hitch slightly as you do. “Im more sure of my feelings than I’ve ever been, my knight.”

He glaces back at the door, taking a moment to survey the surrounding and take a listen at who could be around, just incase. Turning back to you and leaning closer, a breaths width away from your face. “Well then, princess, we have very little time to run now, dont we?”

#dark link

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horangrawr · 5 years ago

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Hoshi and number 14: Can I have this dance? Please

7. “Can I have this dance?”

pairing: soonyoung x female!reader

genre: fluff, college!au, 100 ways to say i love you

author’s note: numbers are off bc i changed from 100 to 50

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soonyoung winces dramatically as an unexpected water bottle is thrown at the side of his head.

rolling his eyes and exasperation, seungkwan answers the older’s unspoken question. “you’re so annoying. just go over and ask her to marry you.”

he doesn’t bother to waste energy bickering with Seungkwan and instead turns his attention back towards you, focusing on the details in your fingertips and delicate motions across the floor.

“i’m not even sure she knows my name.”

minghao scoffs at his words, “you’re the rowdiest person in the dance department and you’re both juniors. i’m positive she knows your name.”

soonyoung ignores him, “anyways, admiration doesn’t mean crush.” soonyoung rises to his feet, taking his last glup of water and pushing back his sweat drenched hair, “break time is over.”

minghao begins reviewing his choreo, but seungkwan rolls over his side and drags his body up. he grumbles, “as a theatre major, i get i have to take a dance class. but why did I have to get stuck listening to your denial.”

quick reflexes allow seungkwan to dodge the water bottle flying at his head.

towards the end of class, the teacher surprises everyone with an announcement.

“instead of doing group dances for the midterm like i’ve done previously, this semster i have an equal amount of boys and girls. so pair up, you have two weeks to reherse and choregraph. i’m looking forward to the new dynamics between the partners!”

soonyoung blanches and scolds himself when the first name that pops in his mind is your name. when he turns towards minghao and seungkwan, he sees that they have found partners and he’s the only one out of the trio alone.

he takes a glance at you to find you with airpods deep in your ears and clearly working on a piece.

mustering up some newfound courage, he strides over to you, catching your attention through the mirrior.

and for some flustering reason, the words that come out of his mouth are, “can i have this dance?”

he immediately clamps his lips tightly out of embarassment. meanwhile, a soft smile graces your lips, not because heard him, but out of curiousity, as you had not heard a single thing through your music.

you take an earbud out and soonyoung admires the way tuck the loose strands of hair behind your ear. “sorry, i didn’t hear that.”

soonyoung takes a step back, loosing confidence, “uh- can i dance with you?”

you blink, grinning, “yeah of course! you wanna go over the work from day?”

“ah...” he nervously swoops a hand through his bangs and you cant help notice the hair sticking to his forehead in his, admittedly, endearing motion. “i meant, like, for the midterm? but if you dont want to that’s fine too... we’ve never been partners before after all”

it’s weird, seeing soonyoung so indirect and collected. it’s a new side of him you’re seeing but it somehow goes well with his charms. the loud rambunctous side you see with his friends always makes you, and many others, smile. you wonder what has gotten him so quiet and fidgety.

“yeah of course!! you’re an amazing dancer, i’m so glad you asked!”

soonyoung’s expression is blank and much too unlike him for you. grabbing his arms, you shake him slightly to excite him. “wahhhhh! yay! this is going to be great!”

he bursts out into little giggles making you laugh too.

that breaks a tension and he’s suddeningly back to his bubbly self that you’ve seen many times before. you quickly exchange numbers and unforunately, you have to leave and say bye.

soonyoung stands there looking at your contact and the little dancing emoji next to your name and wonders how on earth he even had the courage and mindset to ask you. and what mindset you had even saying yes to him.

he’s shoved forward from a slap on his back that comes from seungkwan.

“see! what did i tell you!” seungkwan huffs.

soonyoung playfully glares at the younger, recovering from the hard push. “yah. come here right now.”

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cilldaracailin · 4 years ago

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Now I’m Here

Hello my Tumblr lovelys! I literally have absolutely no patience and control when it comes to posting and just cannot wait longer than two days or hold out on posting. So I bring you the next part *Little disclaimer, it’s just a story of fiction :)* Enjoy! xx

“I’ve learned that you shouldn’t go through life with a catcher’s mitt on both hands; you need to be able to throw something back.”

Taron and Robyn were thirty minutes late getting to the pub, his sisters doing their very best to keep their attention for as long as possible when they went to visit Taron’s family to say goodnight and happy new year. Taron had to entertain his family himself for the first twenty minutes, while his mam pulled Robyn aside into the kitchen for some of their girl talk and when they walked out together, he couldn’t look either of them in their eyes. Now that Robyn was finally free, his sisters had turned to her for a chat, begging her for Elsa hair. She had assured them she would come back tomorrow to do it for them and went to stand next to Taron who looked a little sad and slipped her discreetly hand into his. It was thanks to Robyn that they even managed to leave the house, using her neat little trick of reverse phycology with his whole family, giving them the exit they needed to go and join his friends.

“We’ll be back tomorrow as planned. Taron has booked a table for dinner for us and we are already running late and because it is New Year’s Eve, they won’t hold the table. I really don’t want to miss our dinner. We skipped lunch because of it.”

It was an exit Taron was so glad for and as he walked her along the promenade towards the pub, he was so thankful for her quick thinking.

“Should I be a little worried about the talk you and my mam had?” He asked her.

“Not at all. She was just apologising again.” Robyn gave his linked arm a squeeze. “Nothing to worry about. I promise.”

Taron didn’t answer her, but guided her towards the pedestrian crossing and they safely crossed the road. “Have I told you that you look beautiful? Love a V-neck shaped top.”

Robyn laughed, brushing her hair from her face as the light sea breeze swirled it into her eyes. “Yes and I know. Might have been the reason I chose it but right back at ya rocketman, you look good too.”

When she was choosing her outfit for their night out, she wanted something comfortable but an ensemble that would also make a little bit of a statement and the black V-neck silk string top had her desired effect on Taron, as she knew it would. She was a playing it a little dirty with her stone washed skinny jeans and high heeled ankle boots but she wanted to make an impression on Taron’s friends but she had seen Taron’s eyes widen as little as she walked down his hallway to him, she secretly enjoyed the effect her outfit had on him too. It seemed he was playing the same game as her, his black jeans quite fitted and the low cut of his black tank top was revealing enough to see his chest hair which always brought a flush to fill her cheeks. She hoped the rose blush powder on her cheeks, covered it up. He looked good and her fluttering heart knew it too. Taron had pulled a dark blue short sleeved shirt over his tank and a leather jacket on, while Robyn slid into her turquoise coat she had brought and they walked to Taron’s childhood home before making their way to the pub, planning on getting a taxi back to his at the end of the night.

Taron held the multicolour frosted stained-glass door open for her and the warmth of the cosy busy pub hit them. Robyn felt Taron take her hand and guide her through the crowd of excited bodies ready to celebrate the new year and towards his usual table where he knew his friends were waiting. “Don’t be nervous chicken. You will get on with everyone.”

“Get out of my head rocketman.”

“I will right here if you need anything though I am pretty sure you can handle my friends.”

“If I can handle you, I can handle them.”

Robyn heard Taron’s group of friends before she saw them, the hooting and calling making her laugh, a typical male response to their friends’ tardiness and once they arrived closer to the table a few cat calls were given out too.

“Alright, alright, calm the fuck down. I am here now.” Taron grumbled as they reached two rectangle tables filled with grinning faces.

“And what have you been up too Mr movie star?” Smiled one his friends.

“I have been with my sisters.” Answered Taron. “They adore Robyn, wouldn’t let us go.”

“And this must be the wonderful Robyn we have heard so much about.”

“Taron mate, you were right. Absolute fittie.”

Robyn heard the groan and watched as Taron threw his head back in complete embarrassment and frustration. He had warned her as they walked along the beach front that his friends would more than likely say something ridiculous and possibly offensive and just as he predicted they had.

“Can’t wait to hear this sexy Irish accent she has too.”

If Robyn hadn’t of been still holding his hand, she was sure Taron would have bolted for the door.

“So that is how it is going to be all night yeah?” She asked looking to the mix of women and men who sat around the tables, a good few glasses of alcohol already littering the table. “Alright, lets have it then.” She let go of Taron’s hand and stood in front of him. “Let’s get it out of the way and give me your best shot.”

“You sure?” Asked the man who had commented on her accent.

“Oh I am very sure.”

“Calvin, mate I wouldn’t if I were you.” Taron placed his hands on Robyn’s shoulders and looked to his friend.

“It’s grand Taron.” Robyn made sure she went heavy with her accent on the word ‘grand’ and turned to Taron to give him a wink. “I’m a big girl. I can handle myself.”

“Oh it’s not you I am worried about. I know first hand that you can handle yourself. It’s them I am worried about.”

“Don’t you worry about it Taron. Not a bother to me.”

Calvin smiled. “Definitely sexy.” He laughed, laughing harder when he caught Taron’s face of warning. “Right then.” He stood up. “You’re older than him.”

“Yep and wiser.”

“Really?”

“Naturally.”

“He is an up and coming movie star.”

“I have two degrees, two diplomas and am supervisor in my job.”

“Alright ok. I will give you that one.” Calvin thought for a second. “And you sing too?”

“Better than Taron according to one Elton John.”

“Better than Taron? He was in a musical that was critically acclaimed and has won a Golden Globe.”

“I have been in my local musical society since I was sixteen and have my two of my own AIMS, Association of Irish Musical Societies, awards. One for best newcomer and one for best female vocal. It’s like the Tony’s but for amateur musical societies.” It was something she hadn’t told Taron about and she felt the step closer he took to her, her back right against his chest as well as the squeeze on her shoulders. “And am about to start rehersals as Mimi in our upcoming production of RENT.”

“Alright, alright.” Replied Calvin.

Another of Taron’s male friends stood up. “Calvin lets skip to the hard-hitting questions.” The brunette stood beside Calvin. “I am Deian. So Robyn, have you and my boy Taron here kissed yet?”

“Why yes Deian we have.” Robyn knew this question was going to be asked at some point during the evening so was glad to get it out the way first. “Four, no wait five times and while three of them were the quickest peck on the lips, the other two were used to save his life. I guess the breath of life counts as a kiss too right?” Robyn enjoyed how the two men stalled a little not expecting her brash and upfront answer but Deian’s face soon grew a smirk.

“Pity he didn’t remember two of them.”

“That’s why we had two more. So he could remember but I am surprised you don’t know about the others? I haven’t actually mentioned the ones he left on my neck yet, have I? Taron did you not tell your friends about how you practically attacked me with passionate and frantic kisses at the hotel before we got in the lift while at Elton’s charity auction? Surely that is a story that you must have to re-told to your friends or how I almost jumped on you while I just wearing a towel or each time we have shared a bed.”

“Robyn…” Gasped Taron. “Jesus…”

“Taron, mate you are holding out on us!” Smiled Deian, enjoying himself and how the Irish woman in front of him was not backing down from his questions and in fact giving him her best brazen and mischievous answers, ones Taron had avoided telling him. “Alright Robyn, that video Taron showed us where you were playing cricket.”

“You mean hurling.”

“Yeah that stick and the ball. You really hit that shot all by yourself?”

“You saw the video, right?” Asked Robyn as she raised an eye brow. “I hit it better than Taron.”

“And you gave him a right bollocking in New York.”

“Deian, leave it out!” Complained Taron, not wanting to even think about what happened in New York.

“Did you really stand up the men in the 7/11 with the guns?” Asked Calvin, moving the conversation on quickly.

“Quite a few times.”

“And got pushed into the glass shelf?”

“You want to see the scar?” She asked him.

“Sure.”

Robyn turned around so she was now facing Taron and slipped her coat off over her left shoulder, brushing her hair over her right. She moved the strap of her top out of the way. “Should be pretty obvious and that is something Taron hasn’t actually seen yet.”

“Alright ok. I see it.”

Robyn fixed her top, pulled her coat back over her shoulder, glanced at Taron whose face was so hard to read at the moment and then turned around to his friends.

“And you both went swimming in the sea in Aber? Well no Taron actually carried you in.” Asked Deian.

Robyn gave him a wink. “We were meant to skinny dip but he picked me up before I got a chance to take my clothes off.”

Although Taron groaned and placed his head on her right shoulder, his friends laughed and a few more cat calls were made. Robyn reached up to put her left hand on Taron’s which was still on her left shoulder. She slipped her fingers under his and rubbed his knuckles with her thumb. She may have been a bit bold with her answers but she knew in the long run it was for the best and hoped Taron could see that. The laughter slowly died down and the two men standing in front of her were whispering to each other and when they turned to look back to Robyn, their grins were replaced with a more serious look.

“You really saved his life?” Asked Calvin.

Robyn nodded. “Really saved his life. CPR and everything.” She valued the looks of concern that were exchanged between Taron’ friends as they sat on the soft pub furnishings and although she couldn’t see Taron’s face, she could only imagine the frown his striking green eyes held at the moment. “So, anything else?”

“Yeah what are your intentions with my friend.”

“Well if lot weren’t here, I would brush all of those glasses onto the floor, push him onto the tables, straddle him and kiss him until he was breathless but because you are here, I am going to kick his arse at karaoke.”

There was a second of silence before all of his friends broke out laughing again, Calvin and Deian, leading the hoots and giggles.

“Ahh Taron mate, love her.” Grinned Calvin. “Robyn, if you chose not to do that with Taron, you can always have me instead.”

“Sorry Calvin. I only hook up with guys whose life I save. Means they are always indebted to me and will do whatever I want, when I want it.” She could feel Taron tense behind her and knew he was absolutely mortified by his friends but she very much enjoyed the banter and was glad to get rid of the edgy atmosphere that whirled in when herself and Taron walked over to them. “Taron already owes me for putting glitter in my body wash. Actually, maybe you guys can help me figure out a way to get him back.”

“Well why don’t you take a seat in here beside me and we can have a chat about that.” Grinned Calvin.

Agreeing, Robyn started to take her coat off and turned to look at Taron to try and read his face once more. She gave him a smile and was glad to receive one in return. She had hoped he didn’t mind that she revealed some of their secrets, especially the kissing ones but she knew it was the only way to appease his friends. One way to make a group of men quieten down was to mention anything raunchy and her cheekiness had settled Taron’s friend’s curiosity immediately and she could feel already that she had been accepted into his close group of friends.

As she took her coat off, she caught his nod towards the bar and gave him the smallest of ones back. Once they had both shrugged out of their coats, Robyn took his and stood a step closer to the table, throwing her coats onto the soft seat beside Taron’s friend. “Calvin be a dear and keep our seats. We’re going to go and get a drink.” She didn’t wait for an answer, but took the step back towards Taron, grabbed his hand and half dragged him toward the bar.

Once there, she leaned on the bar and Taron stood right up beside her. “You play a dangerous game Robyn but my God you play it very well.”

“I am sorry for talking about the kissing thing and the other things. Needed something that was going to play into your friends minds that were already on over drive.”

“It’s ok. Deian has been giving me a lot of slack over it all since I met you.”

“Better to get the questions out of the way first. I could see your friends were dying to ask them.”

“Deian has been at me all week asking if you were really coming and just so you know I did not use the word fittie or call your accent sexy.”

Robyn turned to look at him, grinning. “So, you don’t think I am fit or that my accent is sexy?” She questioned, enjoying how he moved position against the bar, fidgeting a little.

“Well now Robyn. You know I think you are beautiful and I would try to find a better word than sexy to describe your accent.”

“Really? I think your accent is sexy, especially when your voice hits that lower range and that Welsh twang just sweeps through and I love how easily I can do that to you and make you squirm.” She reached up and tapped his nose. “I like your friends. Well of the two I have met so far. I think this is going to be a very interesting evening.”

“I think I am going to go back to my family and leave you here with my friends.”

“I think your friends would like that very much.”

“On second thought, maybe not.” Taron got the attention of the barman. “Hey mate, I will take a Corona and…” He looked to Robyn.

“Bottle of cider.” She said.

“And a bottle of cider.” As the bar man went to get their drinks, he turned back to Robyn, his lips pulled up in a half grin. “So, you want to throw me across the table and kiss me breathless yeah?”

Robyn chuckled. “Tactic’s Taron. You have got to play dirty when your opponent does. I have taken the heat away from us. I can only imagine the slagging you have gotten from your friends once they found out you invited me over.”

“It’s been pretty full on.”

“So, we can play it two ways. We can stay away from each other and keep our distance or we can just be our normal selves and not worry about what they think. I mean I just automatically reach for your hand now and it doesn’t feel right if I don’t get a kiss on my cheek from you when you walk away from me. They know how affectionate you are right?” She liked that he nodded. “Well why should we change the way we are. We have said it from the beginning to anyone who questioned it, our relationship came from such a strange place, sometimes we need that extra reassurance. We have these few days together just to be us, so let’s be us.”

“I agree completely and but I just hope sure you have some more pretty good smart answers in your pockets ready to pull out if you need them.”

“I keep a supply.”

“You mind if I look at that scar? I haven’t seen it yet.” He asked her and when she shook her head, he moved her hair out of the way and stood a little behind her so he could see the small inch scar on her shoulder for himself. He gently ran the index finger of his right hand down it under the strap of her top. “War wounds.”

“Something like that. It’s only small. I can barely see the one on your forehead.”

“I was very good and resisted the urge to pick at the scab.” Robyn turned to him and lifted her hand to where the cut had been on his head and brushed the skin under his hair line. It was barely noticeable unless his head was turned a certain way in the light. “I have one on my arm though. It looks like yours only a little longer. I still think about how lucky we were Robyn. How lucky I was that you were there. Things would have been very different if you weren’t.” Taron wrapped his right around her and gave her a hug. “I am glad you came here tonight.”

“Me too Taron.”

The bar man came back with their drinks and Taron handed over a twenty-pound note.

“Next round is on me.” Said Robyn as she poured her drink into the glass of ice it came with. Taron took his change and together they walked back to the tables with his friends.

“So, let me introduce you. Calvin and Deian, you already know.” Taron let Robyn sit down on the stool and he stood behind her. “Then we have Jess and Rachel and beside them James, Conor and Lily.” Robyn said hello and tried to remember all the names she was being introduced too. “And then this side of the table, Lucy, Gemma and Phil.”

“So that is a lot of names and I am not going to get them all right so I apologise now in advance for getting them wrong.”

Taron moved around her and sat beside where she had thrown their coats, to sit beside Calvin. “So now that you have quizzed me, it’s my turn to quiz you. What went on with the girl the other night?”

More banter, chat and conversation filled the air and the twelve people around the two tables, including Robyn easily talked with the others, sharing stories of their Christmas break, jobs with a few extra questions thrown Taron and Robyn’s way about their relationship. Some of Taron’s friends were eager to hear about Robyn’s version of the what happened in Florida and what they got up to when Taron went to visit her house and none of it was awkward or uncomfortable and Robyn felt like she fitted right into Taron’s group of close friends.

She had bought him another drink and as she walked back with the two bottles, the finger food had arrived to their tables as well as the karaoke books with all the songs. Taron moved over to let her sit in between him and Calvin.

“You’re sure you want to have this karaoke battle tonight?” Taron asked her.

“We shook on our deal and it was a karaoke off in a bar. I see a bar and I see a karaoke machine. I think it should be tonight.”

Taron grinned as he took a drink from his bottle. “Have it in the bag Robyn.”

“Don’t be too sure Taron.”

“They are my friends.”

Robyn chuckled. “And I have so many more stories to tell.” She replied looking his way. “No, it is going to be a fair vote on who they think sing their song better. No favouritism just because they are your friends or I have a pocket full of stories ready to go. An Elton song from you, a Queen song from me and if I can convince you a cheesy duet.”

Taron nodded agreeing. “I think that sounds a like a fair deal.”

The group sat laughing and talking, eating and drinking, flipping through the books, picking out what songs they could all have a go with, listening as the other customers in the pub got up to brave the karaoke machine, Taron sitting close to Robyn the whole time, making sure his friends didn’t get too out of hand or any more personal with their questions. After they had devoured the food on the table and poked fun at each other while choosing songs they wanted the other to sing, Calvin was actually the first to get up from their group and sing followed by Jess and then Conor had a turn.

“Ok time for this sing off.” Robyn turned to Taron, his whole face happy, his cheeks a little rosy and his eyes bright from the few drinks he had had. “Who is going first?” She asked him, feeling her own little buzz from the alcohol in her blood stream.

“Rock, paper, scissors it?” He asked him with a grin. “Loser sings first?”

“Sure.”

Taron threw his head back with a groan as he lost. “I am not even going to ask for two out of three. I know you will win. So, I guess I am first.”

Robyn rose an eyebrow his way. “Bring it rocketman. All you got.”

“You are going down!” He replied, leaning in and kissing her cheek before he stood up and made his way towards the small stage the pub had set up for the evening.

Robyn moved so she was kneeling on the soft seat so she could see over all the heads in front of her, very interested in how this was all going to play out. She never really thought their deal would actually come to pass when they made it all those months ago but here they were in Taron’s home town, in his favourite pub with all of this friends, ready to sing their hearts out.

“All right ladies and gentlemen, we all know Taron here, local boy.” The MC for the night stood on the stage with Taron beside him, ready to sing. A cheer went up from his friends at the table. “He is going to give us a good old classic Elton John song.”

Robyn had no idea which song Taron had chosen and she smiled wide when the music for Saturday Night’s Alright for Fighting came on and another cheer went up around her from his friends.

“You sure you can out sing him?” Asked Calvin as he turned to her.

“I am sure.”

“Well you have my vote either way. I like you a lot. You are sassy and cute and perfect for Taron. He really speaks highly of you Robyn but you know if you could beat him in this it would be brilliant for us because he would never live it down!”

“Oh, don’t worry Calvin, he is a fantastic singer but Elton John told me I can sing Freddie. I am going to crush him.”

Deian overheard the conversation and laughed. “I am glad you came out with us tonight.”

“Me too.” Relied Robyn with complete sincerity in her voice.

Their attention turned to Taron as he moved onto sing the chorus and then to the second verse where he caught Robyn’s eye and gave her a wink and salute as he sang ‘she’s with me’. He was thoroughly enjoying being up on stage, singing one of his favourite Elton songs. He had found it difficult at first when he was in the recording studio but loved the way he his voice became rockier and gravellier as he learnt how to sing it. He made sure to put his whole performance into the song too, hoping his dance moves might give him an edge over Robyn and got the whole pub involved too when the repeat Saturday’s were sung over and over. The whole pub erupted into applause and there were extra hard ones from the table of his friends along with cheering and shouting, Robyn among them. She had loved watching Taron in his element as he sang and it was the first upbeat song she had heard him sing and he did such a tremendous job at it, she was feeling a little worried she may not win this but she wasn’t one to not to give her all and knew her chosen song backwards and while Taron’s song could get the crowd going, her chosen Queen song could get a crowd going too.

With an encouraging push from Calvin, she climbed off the seat and made her way around the table heading towards the stage, as Taron stepped off. She adored it when his face was in an honest and full grin and after his three-hour nap, the tiredness had left his face a little. They stopped when they walked past each other, Taron dancing a little.

“Oh, chicken you are in trouble.”

She laughed at him, enjoying how happy he was. “That was it?” She said putting her hands on her hips. “Oh rocketman, you have no idea how easy you have made this for me.”

“I am watching you…” Chuckled Taron wriggling his eye brows at her, laughing as she gently pushed him on his chest and walked past him and continued to the stage. Taron walked back to his friends, high giving and fist pumping them before he turned to face the stage, enjoying how the lights shone on Robyn, his heart racing once more and this time it wasn’t from singing. He had to place his hand on the back of his couch when Robyn walked down the hallway towards him once they were ready to go earlier in the evening. She had gone and picked another V-neck top and he knew she had absolutely done it on purpose, knowing he liked those particular shaped tops on her.

The MC was back on the microphone. “Do I sense a bit of tension here?” He asked playfully. “Between you and Taron?”

Robyn grinned. “Just fulfilling a bet we made a long time ago.” She answered him. She filled the MC in quickly with her name and choice of song.

“So, this is Robyn, a visitor from across the ocean and tonight shall be singing a hit by Queen for ultimate bragging rights.”

Robyn took the microphone from the MC and looked for Taron’s face at the table. Once found him, she winked giving him the biggest grin she could and once the music started Somebody to Love, she was in her singing zone. She had contemplated singing a different Queen song but to beat Taron she needed the difficulty that the song brought and the notes she could easily belt with confidence. She hit that first note as easy as ever and was glad the karaoke track had the backing vocals on it too as it made it so much more effective. It was a song she could sing her sleep and it made it easier to add a little performance to it just like Taron had and when it got to the small musical interlude she hopped off the stage and headed down to where the group of Taron’s friends were sitting and stood up on the a stool with a little help from Calvin who had made he way to the front of the tables for a better look and listen.

When the song got to the part where ‘Find Me Somebody To Love’ was repeated over and over she started to clap her hands and singing those words, smiling as the people around her started to copy her and soon all of Taron’s friends were copying her and she grinned to Taron who although was smiling and singing along, his face told her he knew she had beaten him already.

Happy the crowd could keep the words and beat going, she gave a her own salute to Taron and then she jumped down off the stool and slowly walked back to the stage adlibbing as she went throwing in some oohhs and ahhs until she was back in the stage for that all important last belt of the song, Robyn giving it everything she could and holding that top note for longer than was necessary before improvising the last part, the backing vocals keeping the rhythm and timing of the song, making sure she did a fancy run on the last line before ending the song.

If the pub erupted for Taron, they shouted whooped and called so much louder for Robyn and she was laughing on stage and she made a pretend curtesy before handing the microphone back to the MC. “Well I think you won.” He said to her.

Robyn only smiled and stepped off the stage, some of the crowd still clapping as she walked past them and back to the tables where her new friends were sitting, Taron at the end of the rectangle tables making a come here motion with the index finger of his right hand to her. She accepted all the high-fives and fist bumps from his friends and even the hug from Calvin and Deian and biting her lip stood in front of Taron.

“Well played Robyn. Well played.” He said to her and though he tried not to smile, he couldn’t help it and without a second thought pulled her to him for a hug. “You fucking killed it and I hate you.”

“So, I won?” She said into his neck.

“I don’t think we should bother with the vote.”

Letting go of him she stood back and slipped into a chorus of ‘We Are the Champions’ by Queen, Taron laughing at her before joining in wrapping his right arm around her shoulder, swinging her from side to side. While Robyn sang ‘I’, Taron sang ‘We’ and it made them both giggle when they were done.

“So, I guess the vote is invalid.” Smiled Deian. “And she has ultimate bragging rights.”

“Yes!” Robyn punched the air and did a little dance, giggling as Taron wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted her off the ground to stop her. “Taron put me down!” She chuckled.

“No more dancing.” He replied. “Drink?” He asked her.

“No. Duet.” She answered picking up the book from the table. “It’s is so cheesy and obvious but it would be so much fun.” She said to Taron as he looked over her shoulder at the one she pointed at and he grinned agreeing.

“Done but drink first.”

“Just water.” She said to him once they reached the bar.

“You sure?” Asked Taron.

“Yeah. Just for the moment. It’s gotten hot in here.”

Taron ordered two pints of water and once he gave Robyn hers, she drank it all in one go, Taron’s mouth dropping as she took the second one and took three mouthfuls from it too. “Singing and winning is thirsty work.” She answered his questioning look.

With another alcoholic drink in their hand, they walked back to the table and sat down on the stools, their presence stopping the chatter between his friends.

“So Robyn, any other secrets apart from saving lives, killer singing abilities and baking?”

She grinned at Calvin, enjoying how Taron had moved his stool closer to hers so they sat with their legs touching. “I can’t give all my secrets away tonight Calvin. Need to keep some sort of excitement in the game.”

“Well the secret is definitely out how you can sing rings around Taron and I demand that you sing another one.”

Robyn laughed. “I am up for that but back in Elton’s there was talk of a prize.”

“Oh Robyn no, please.” Taron’s eyes looked up to her from under his eye lashes.

“Don’t worry Taron. This is a prize we both will enjoy.”

As Taron started to dance on stage as he sang George Michael’s Faith, Robyn was thrilled with her choice of her prize and even though she knew it was one of Taron’s favourite karaoke songs to sing, her inner Taron Egerton fangirl was squealing as he got more and more into the song, his eyes glinting as the crowd sang along with him with to some of the second verse and Robyn knew he was enjoying every minute of his time on stage.

“So happy with your prize?” He asked her as strolled back to the table with a smirk.

“Thoroughly, especially the dancing!” She laughed, giving him his high-five that he looked for as he stood beside her.

“So does Taron get to pick your song now?” Asked Calvin.

“Uh-uh. That is not how a prize works.” Robyn shook her finger at Taron’s friend. “I won fair and square. That was my prize and I still have complete access to the ultimate bragging rights but I am sure we can come to an agreement on a song for me.”

Taron and his two best friends, surrounded Robyn as they flicked through the book and Calvin stopped her and made her go back a few pages and pointed at a Celine Dion song.

“Not gonna happen Calvin.”

“But why!” He moaned. “You can sing Freddie Mercury. You can sing this song.”

“Freddie’s range is more suited to mine. Celine is a bloody powerhouse.”

“And you’re not?” Asked Taron.

“Not after a few drinks.”

“Bubbles help warm up your voice.” Taron nudged her gently. “Worked for me at Elton’s.”

“For a song that was specifically written for you.”

“Come on Robyn. You don’t have anything to prove.” Deian pitched in.

“Maybe that I lipsynced the last time. If I even attempt this song, I will not hit any of those high range notes.”

“Karaoke doesn’t have to be perfect.” Added Calvin.

“Does to me.”

Taron pouted a little, tilting his head and nudged her again with his hip and as she took in his face and as he bit his lip she sighed. “Fine but I don’t want to hear a word if it’s shit.”

A little cheer rose up around her and pushing her way through Calvin and Deian she walked up to the stage. It’s All Coming Back To Me Now was a song she had sang many times in her house into her hairbrush but it was never a song she would choose for karaoke. Robyn preferred to pick songs she knew she could sing well and preform, that stage performer within her needing to get it right every time.

“So you back for more?” Joked the MC as she walked up the steps.

“They say too much of something is bad for you but not the case with karaoke.”

“This another duel off?”

“Nope. This one is to make three men happy.” The MC looked at her with wide eyes. “I mean I have been asked by Taron and his friends to sing this one.”

She quietly gave her song selection to the MC and took the microphone from him and turned around to look at the expectant faces. When the customers saw her walk back up the stage, she knew they were anticipating another perfectly sung song and now that she had a slightly bigger audience she was full of nerves but faking the confidence, she closed her eyes and took a breathe as the music started.

“Go on Robyn!”

She looked up as Taron’s friends cheered her on and with a shy smile looked to the lyrics and started to sing. First line done, she felt a bit more comfortable and tried to loosen her stance up a little and found herself using her left hand on her stomach as she needed to keep control and once on the chorus tried to add a little more emotion to the song and the words, gaining volume as the song grew and cringed a little as her chest voice changed to her head voice on the higher notes but kept going and decided to leave out a line before the second verse started, knowing she would never hit the notes. Instead concentrated on the second verse, her eyes reading the words but taking glances towards the tables of her new friends but she looked away to close her eyes to reach the last note of the verse. She knew the words to the chorus so again snuck another look to Taron and his friends and could see the nod of encouragement from him, watching him sing along. It gave her the courage she needed to properly go for the highest notes of her range at the end of the chorus and hitting them almost perfectly, she appreciated the applause and whistles from what she assumed was Taron, Calvin and Deian. As the song became more silent as it wound down to the last chorus, she didn’t need to worry about the words once more and took a little walk across the stage for some dramatic effect and breathed a huge sigh of relief as the song ended and after she handed the microphone back to the MC, ran her hands through her hair, taking one long deep breathe.

She could feel her hands shaking as she made her way back to the tables and shook them out to rid herself of the nervous energy and adrenaline that flowed through her blood stream. She gave a bashfully blushed smile as she walked into the circle she had previously left and accepted the half hugs from Calvin and Deian and was thankful for the cuddly one from Taron and the whispers of well done from him.

“No more singing.” She said back to him.

“Except our duet.” He corrected.

“I am not going back up there without you.”

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bohemiansweede · 5 years ago

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Baby it's cold outside

Fanfic

Pairing Roger Taylor Brian May Maylor

Warnings Smut 🔞

A /N Brians POV

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It had start to snow like crazy now and we were not even half way home

The two of us had been Christmas shopping for our wifes and kids all day and Roger gaved me a ride home

- Fuckin shit... Cannot see a damn thing here, Roger shouted and tried to remove the snow with the windshield wipers

- Yeah.. Your eyesight is really not the best Rog, I scoffed

- Honestly Bri..

He started to get even more frustrated and the car slid on the road

- Roger.. Take it easy.. do not drive so fast in this weather.. I patted on his knee and his eyes trailed for a breaf second from the road

- You want me to take over?

- You? Driving MY car? No no no... No way..

It was a real blizzard outside now and on top of that it was soon dark

- C'mon Roger.. It is dangerous o..

I could not end the sentence until we were of the road, Roger tried to manouver it, but it was too late, the car stopped just on the side of a big tree

- Oh shit.. Damn it.. I took my palm over your forehead. It was a slight bleading

- Brian, are you ok?

- Y.. Yes.. I am fine.. Just a little scratch..

- Ohh fuck. M so sorry mate.. I..

- It is ok Rog.. Really... But we gotta stop driving .. It might calm down soon tho

I looked outside.. It was hard to see but..

- Hey, look, it is a big house over there they might have a phone.. I have 0% battery

- Even if you had charged it Bri, there is no connection out here.. Damn it.. Sarina is very impatient.. She has to know my every move..

- Anitha is on her theater rehersal so.. I guess she is prob not missing me.. Hey.. Let us check that house out ok?

We went out in the snowstorm and i almost slipped on the pathroad up to the big house

- Wow.. We are lucky Rog.. It is a little hotel

We opened the big door and went inside

The lobby was warm, cozy and fully christmas decorated

- Good evening gentlemen. How may I help you

- Evening mam, we wonder if we could use your phone?

-I am so sorry Sir the landline is out due to the weather conditions

- Ohh fuckin dammit ... Perfect

- Relax Rog.. Have you heard the forecasts mam?

- They think this will go on all night.. Neither of us can get home either, we all have to stay here..

It smelled delicious from the restaurant and it was warm.. cozy..

- Guess we have no choice but to stay here Rog.

Roger rolled his eyes

- Let's see. We have 1..double left

- What do you say? Roger?. Sorry.. He is a little upset.. Yes we take it. Thank you mam

While I did all booking and got the key, Roger had already left to the bar

He sat alone on a stol swirled his glass and stared blank in front of himself

- Do you want to eat anything Rog?... or are you just drinking now?

- It is just so fuckin typical.. We had a huge fight yesterday.. One of many lately. Thought I was suppose to get home and fix it.. Instead I end up here in the middle of fuckin nowhere.

-.. With me...

- Oh Brian.. Sorry.. His eyes trailed on you while taken down his scotch.. Don't get me wrong but..

- I get it.. We are not suppose to be here.. but there is nothing we can do right now so... Just let us grab a meal and go to bed ahlright

He smirked a little, nodded, placed his empty glass on the bar and got up

The restaurant was pretty crowded But we managed to get a table little off side

- Mmmmm.. The salmon looks good. What are you havin?

- Not hungry

- C'mon.. You WILL be if you not..

- Yes Daddy..

It suddenly became awkward and quiet while he looked on the menu

I sipped on my guiniess and Roger ordered both yet an other scotch and a bottle of wine

His juicy steak looked amazingly good and I almost regreted to be that strict about food

- Looks good Rog..

- Yes it was really really great..

- Sooo... You are feeling better now?

Roger tapped with nervous fingers on the table..

- Well... Not entirely until I can speak to her..

- I understand, you two really love eachother right?

He did not answer.. Instead he waived to the waitress to come over with the bill

- So with that I asume you not wanting anything else?

He just shooked his head

On the way out from the restaurant he passed the bar

- You want one Brian? I can get really drunk now and regret it tomorrow..

Your head spun really fast

- Sure.. I can have... Well.. one more.. I want to think clear, but you knew you couldn’t

I grabbed my glasses and brought them to the open fireplace

We both sat down in the sofa and stared into the fire

- Bri.. I am sorry for being so grumpy.. I am just worried I guess

When Roger drank a lot he was very emotional.. anger, happiness, frustration, sadess,... guilt..

He had been my best friend for long over 40 years now and I knew him inside and out

I almost knew him more than I knew my own feelings.. With other words, I was honest to him, but not to myself

- Yes I know Rog.. But as I said.. there is not that much we can do.... the weather..

- Actually.. There is a lot we can do.

Our eyes locked and we both knew...

He placed his empty glass on the table in front of me, standing up from the couth, I emptied mine quickly

Without a single word we walked upstairs to our room, he fibbled with the room key and he muttered something about not being that drunk

He threw his jacket on the floor and tossed his shoes off, I unbottoned my shirt while looking at him doing the same

We both unbuckled our belts and the pants fell to the floor

I stod on the middle of the floor in just my underwear

Our bodies had changed over the years but I never lost my feeling about how good he looked, his hair was grey now but his eyes were soo big blue as ever and now I could see him looking at me up and down

We slowly walked towards eachother

It was silent, I just heard my own heart pounding in my chest

- I want to kiss you Brian May, Roger claimed, almost in a whisper. My eyes widened.. but don’t be mistaken…. I’ve been wanting to kiss you since the very first time I met you, he carried on.. In fact, I….

I cupped his beautiful face in my hands and kissed him.. Just a little kiss.. I backed out a little from him

- Rog.. I.. I want this soooo bad I've alw..

Our lips crashed together with a loud moan his big hands trailed up along my back and in my unruly hair

Both our tounges wrestled together and I phanted in his mouth, he let out a little whine

With a struggle my lips left his, instead i kissed down his neck his collarbone.. Kissed the tiny little birth mark he had there, they continued to wander down his chest and down his belly, it was warm and soft like i always had imagined

I placed my hand on his bulge, mouth was watering, he helped me take his boxers off and his leaking cock sprung free

Not waisting any more time i quickly grabbed it in my hand and begun to pump him

I licked the tip with an eager tounge.. Roger growled and almost lost his balance of the feeling he had been hiding for so long.

My tounge licked his prominent vein and soon I finally closed my lips around him, almost swollowed him whole

- Shit... Shit.. Shit Br.. Brian

He whimpered and his eyes were wide and dark with lust

I bobbed my head faster and with tearing eyes I looked up on him, it was not long until his cock started to twitch

-OMFG.. Brian... I am ssso close..

I stopped and tried to stand up on my old legs

They weakened under me

- Lay down on the bed Brian... Let me take care of you

I managed to the bed and laid flat on my tummy

I felt him behind me , Roger kissed my neck and shoulders taking his big caloused palms caressing my ass

- I.. I have been thinkin about this so long... Cannot fuckin wait any longer..

I nodded and felt a lump in my throat... he felt the same

He wetened his finger by his own saliva and i felt his fingertip in my entrance

I whimpered and bucked my ass up at him, he started to stretch me out with his finger, slowly but soon i could not take it anymore

He grabbed my hips, lifting me up a little bit and placed a pillow underneath me

I could feel his cock slowly entering me and with a scream i took the other pillow trying to muffle myself

- Nno.. No Bri.. I wanna hear you

- F.. Fuck Roger.. biting my plump lip.. Oh shit... I.. Ahhh

His one hand grabbed the headboard and he thrusted faster and faster rubbing my prostate over and over again, my body was a trembeling mess and soon my tight hole maked him so close to the edge

Both of us screamed with lust and guilt

- Omg... Brian.. Shit.. I am coming.. Ahhh fuck..

Roger pulled out and just a brief second later I felt his warm cum all over my lower back

He was fast and grabbed my hips so I turned around, i felt totally helpless in his power

His mouth lowered down on me and he took my cock in his pretty mouth, started to bob his head fast, I grabbed his silver hair and bucked my hips up towards him

With a loud cry i came, it spilled over in his mouth and ran down his neck

He went out of bed and into the bathroom..

I looked outside, it had stopped to snow and my stomach burned with angst and guilt

Ok.. This was it.. Whatever it was. It was over.. It had to be

He returned to the bed, landed on his back next to me, wiped my back with the damp cloth

He looked at me and kissed my bruised forehead

- I love you Brian... Always have.. Always will...

He turned off his phone and layed back on my arm, our legs lingered together

This had changed everything

And I finally smiled to myself

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moonlightgirl-05 · 4 years ago

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Ray Bad Ending Story 1 walkthrough + Bad Relationship 1 walktrough

Bad Ending Story 1 (5-6 days)

1. Get into Ray’s route from 1 - 4 days in Another story

Day 5:

00:21

* I can’t go to sleep. There’s something bothering me….

* Hmm… I’m sure he has an important thing planned.

* Whoa, whoa… Let’s take it easy, Jumin.

* Does your father have a new girlfriend…. ?

* Did you eat them all? I bet you’ve been pumped up lol

* Talk about his scale… Your father’s the best!

* Does that mean we’d get to see a cat tower in the company????

* … You actually have the time to make this print?

* I think motivation works best when it comes from pressure.

* I don’t think you have to worry about me

* No, nothing.

* You mean becoming a cool-headed businessman?

* Because then more people would get to see it?

* Jumin, when do you plan to get to bed?

* ….

* Do we really have to identify who the hacker is?

* Even if Seven gives his all, he’ll never be able to beat this hacker lol

* V…is this really the best?

* …You’re trying to keep your secret, not lighten his load.

* But I think you’re already good enough!

* …At least I appreciate that you’re working so hard.

* You’re not up to something with Seven, are you?

* I’ll see you again – !

* Well, I only wish everyone’s paradise will come soon

* I wish you wouldn’t underestimate that hacker.

* I agree…. V seems to have a very strong sense of responsibility.

* I should settle down now and go to sleep.

02:44

* It’s just that this hacker is a bit frustrating

* It’s just that….I feel frustrated for some reason.

* Because he told you not to chase the hacker?

* Sure…

* Guardian? Yeah right… I think he’s just busy cleaning up the mess.

* But you gotta admit you’re not as good as that hacker…

* You should be ashamed of yourself. And admit that the hacker is better than you.

* Are you sure we can trust V?

* Hmmm…I don’t think you should trust him too much.

* If you’re good to work, why not recommend a guest? LoL

* I wish she could write this complicated situation into poems… Sure, let’s invite her…. or I don’t know…. She doesn’t sound like a good guest. (If you don’t want the email)

* …Still, you won’t be able to defeat this hacker.

* Bye –

06:03

* Seven won’t be after you anymore… What do you think about that?

* I was surprised, actually. You’re weaker than I thought

* Arrogance results in misfortunes.

* Hmm…are you sure I’ll be safe here?

* I think you should work harder if you have time to chat like this.

* You should stop chatting and get to work now.

09:12

* Hey Yoosung

* That’s because your digestive system is failing.

* Huh…..

* You’re rude to your mother!

* You should do something about him…

* Yoosung, you should keep a regular lifestyle.

* They’re both bad. Both of you need special treatment for your health

* Who knows…? Maybe your face will turn all shiny and pretty like a sunflower!

* Your mother called?

* Your efforts will all return in the end.

* You should try it. You”d see in the end that your mother is right.

* Don’t you think you’re being obsessive…by keeping your questions, Yoosung?

* Even if you are disappointed, I think it’s because she’s your mother. Try to be a little more understanding.

* But V could almost be your family in the past.

* You should obey your mother. Your family might ask unreasonable things but they provide you a place to be

* But then again…you wouldn’t know the duty of a mother, Zen. Bond with a mother is indestructible…

* One more game?

* We can all have our own ways with life – !

* You’re being unreasonable.

* Goodbye.

* He’s so immature. I think it’s because he’s not with his parents.

* He’s being immature. Someone’s gotta teach him how cruel the world is.

* If I were you, I’ll try calling them. Don’t you think it’s such a tragedy to stay disconnected from your family?

* Goodbye.

12:21

* Hello.

* Not yet…

* Why were you so busy?

* You should work on things that got delayed while standing by.

* What meaning would that have? You’ve joined the company recently, it’ll be better if you think about […]

* Here’s your boss.

* Don’t you think you’re slacking off too much?

* Don’t tell me… Jumin… Do you have a new business in mind…?

* Caps.

* I don’t think anyone can beat this hacker.

* That’s not gonna happen…because no one’s as good as this hacker. ^^

* That’s nice…We can bring both of them to this…

* I feel like having the unit’s info for dinner…

* Though I’m sure you’d need more than that to defeat this hacker.

* Perhaps the department doesn’t exist at all…

* Good luck.

* I’m not sure…

* Could you fix my computer, Jaehee?

* Congrats – !!! Haha.

* You’re so generous.

* This is your chance. I look forward to your performance.

* You can’t beat this guy anyways. So don’t work too hard.

* There might be a difference of thoughts at work here. I understand.

14:37

* What are you doing, Seven?

* It’s the only way for him to stay.

* I’m okay. I got loads of time.

* I wanna see who would win this war.

* Save is good…! DB is more than welcome! or It sounds too tricky. I don’t know about DB…. (If you want the email)

* Your hand is so pretty….

* I wanna know what your hand looks like Zen lol

* Are you feeling better? You had an argument with Yoosung.

* There’s this term to call a person who talks like you…

* …In his personal Zen Report ver. 06.

* Dying-to-brag-about-something’ mood!

* So that means your practice begins now.

* That must be a lot of pressure… You should work a lot.

* You should know when to celebrate and not.

* You should be grateful for your present day!

* This is boring! I’m outta here!

* You should get to work. Now.

* You should stop making excuses and get to work.

* You’re not slacking off, are you?

* You still won’t be able to beat the hacker…

* He’s working without even sleeping. You think you can beat him?

* Is this woman your girlfriend?

* You’re feeling down because you should.

* Good luck.

* He should deal with it. It’s his job.

* Shouldn’t you practice right now?

* Have a good day.

16:13

* All his hard work is finally paying off. Now he has to work even harder.

* Why don’t you say that after you’re done with your duty?

* I wonder if he can really do it….

* Is musical that popular among the public?

* This is a person, right?

* I don’t know. An AI…? Sounds too difficult. or Okay! Let’s send an invitation. I’d like to learn a thing or two about ticketing. (If you want the email)

* I thought you have something more important than tickets.

* So long

17:45

* Hey Yoosung…

* LOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOL

* Wow… I wonder what it tasts like. Let me know after you try a sip, Yoosung!

* Speak of the devil. LOLOL

* Oh GOD7… Is it not too late to buy stocks?

* Stocks come in 1+1? Smells fishy here…

* Seven, didn’t you say your’re busy? Do you have time to do pranks like this?

* He’s got a point lol

* I’m not interested in your hobby, Yoosung.

* Cooking?

* LOL

* Why don’t we now talk about GOD7’s dynamic business hobby? Give it up for Sevenstar Drink!

* You’re too fishy…. Whatever you’re selling, I’m not buying it.

* …Police won’t be good enough to stop him. I should report his agency…

* Sounds like an excuse to me.

* You should first do what you have to do with classes and work… You don’t deserve to rest if you don’t.

* Don’t waste your money on something like that.

* It’s too late for you. Forget it.

* That’s what the world wants us to do.

* I wish I could live without worrying about anything…

* Dream is nothing but a mirage.

* Since you’re giving advice…I assume you did your job well, Seven.

* Go back to work now.

* Bye…

* You should think about what to do in the future and plan accordingly

* He’s just…a different type of person from you.

* You should find ESL tutoring class instead of whining.

* Goodbye.

19:23

* What was that? You screw up just now, didn’t you?

* Looks like you’re full of faults.

* Work harder. So that I can see you’re useful.

* Okay. I’ll tell you, so first make sure you take care.

* Are you sure the savoir trusts you?

* I expect you to be better.

* I’ll see what I can do and let you know whether I like it or not.

* I also think that was a huge mistake.

* Do your best

* What is it?

* I’m not going to get in trouble because of you, am I?

* When does the elixir start to take effect?

* Don’t tell me what to do.

* I don’t like the menu.

* I’ll never leave you it you’re good enough.

* It’s a little cold.

* Keep up the good work.

21:13

* Welcome, Jumin.

* This is rather depressing, since I’m stuck in between…

* The hacker will win.

* I think it’s a waste of time…

* Patience is the key…

* Don’t you think you might prick your finger if you do it in your car?

* I think it’s better for you to review documents than stitching.

* What you lost in time never comes back. You should always focus on your every second.

* How did you get to know this person?

* Why don’t we invite Pillow Love? or Is that what you’re going to use the unit for…? Oh dear…Jaehee… (If you want the email)

* Why don’t you start with cats?

* That’s a simple naming…

* Sayonara…

23:09

* Are you still practicing, Zen?

* His hobby is his to choose –

* What’s your hobby, Zen?

* Job = hobby for you…?

* I think you should make a plan and practice accordingly.

* Shouldn’t you just do it until you make it?

* Why not ask Seven for help?

* Yoosung looks so immature. Why don’t you lecture him a bit?

* I think he shouldn’t waste his time like that.

* He’s living in a world where he has to be a hypocrite like others. I think I’d get mad if I were him.

* Whatever happens, I hope a person who hurts other will pay in the end.

* You should get to work!

* See you.

________________________________________________________________

Day 6:

00:55

* I’ve been waiting!

* That’s because you’re not working hard enough.

* Isn’t tomrrow the rehersal? Are you sure you’ll be fine?

* You’re nervous because you haven’t worked hard enough.

* LOLOL!

* You’re distracting Zen. Out!

* Lolol Zen I think you’re distracted.

* You didn’t even start your life outside of school. You already think life is pointless?

* You should always watch your behavoirs and obey the rules.

* The world is a dark place! Hopeless! With no light!

* I think he still has a long way to go until he matures.

* Oh, so this is the infamous…

* Lololololol

* What a repetition… It must have been boring.

* So…is that darkness of yours…still there in your heart?

* Think about how frustrated your parents will be with you.

* …..

* It’s bedtime for you.

* Back to practice you go, Zen

* I think you’re better off alone.

* Enjoy –

* You’re not making excuses because you’re tired of practicing, are you…?

* Have a good one.

03:17

* I had something to do.

* She said you need to do better than that.

* I have a feeling I’ll get along with her well.

* You’re not thinking anything funny, are you?

* That’s a bit creepy.

* I can drink it if I have to.

* I think you’re weak.

* Don’t make me hear such weak thoughts. I’m tired of them.

* You’re pathetic…

* Run along now.

* If you have time to show me this, you should work more on proving yourself.

* You should go. Now.

07:40

* I’m feeling gloomy…

* Situation?

* Do we have a trouble or something?

* Let’s hear it – !

* Don’t you think it’s so alarmingly sudden?

* V’s work must be awesome!

* I think you should first contact V about this.

* Maybe he wanted to get in touch with the prime minister for his grand personal plan…?

* What?

* He seems to be rather in a hurry….

* I think you’re all being overdramatic here

* What a joy, but I think V wouldn’t even bat an eye at the news.

* But he’s too high in the authorities. I’m getting nervous…

* I wish we could bring the prime minister to the RFA. That will be… so fantastic

* You do know you have less than a day till the rehersal, don’t you?

* See you.

* Maybe you should keep trying to reach him.

* It’s no wonder. They’re childhood friends.

* Congrats! The prime minister wants to buy your pictures

* Well, I am getting a bit frustrated. Isn’t it about time…?

* You should set the appointment now. Why don’t we bring him to the RFA?

* I hope the prime minister could be one of us.

* That’s just my opinion.

* I hope you consider bringing him to the RFA

* Yes…?

* Who?

10:23

* Jumin – ! You’re seeing the prime minister today, aren’t you?

* What a waste of few seconds of your life.

* Do you think there’ any meaning in temporary leisure…?

* But we can’t deny that social recognition comes before leisure. That’s unfortunate…

* I think break and hobby are the same… They prove how lazy a person is.

* I salute you, o wielder of life oh-so-empty…

* The pure essence of darkness… Oh, the might power of puberty…

* Don’t you think it’d be more lit…if the prime minister joins us?

* You must be nervous!

* You two shouldn’t get too involved in your hobbies and instead focus on your duties, with classes and work.

* Does it matter whether if you tell them apart? It’s just another way of wasting your time.

* …Anyways, I think slacking off is lazy and bad.

* Don’t ask me something like that.

* It’s a break when you do something without any thought. It’s a hobby when you use your head as you slack off.

* His world is different from ours. No need to understand him.

* That’s why we gotta choose our hobbies wisely.

* I don’t know. I’m not really interested in his philosophy… or I’m curious about him. Why don’t we invite him to the part and hear more from him? (If you want the email)

* I think hobbies are something out of our league. We should just balance work and break.

* Hmm…..

* I think that’s possible because her job is still her No. 1 priority.

* I don’t think parents are every wrong…

* Jumin, you actually know what ‘fangirling’ means?

* lololololololol

* I hope you make yourself useful.

* Do ask him about joining us…

* I think you need to get a grip on yourself.

* I don’t think this is the time for you to procrastinate.

* I’m gonna finish what I’m doing!

13:10

* I’m skipping today –

* How was it?

* The difference between talents isn’t something that can be overcome.

* Tell me about it…. I wish his pictures would see at high prices.

* How did your meeting go?

* You mean V lost this golden opportunity?

* I’m sure it’s related to that secret of his. Just what could it be?

* He just can’t tell apart his personal life from his business life, can he?

* Was the prime minster understanding?

* I think V is ill. Both his body and mind seem weak.

* I wouldn’t have let that opportunity slip away.

* He could have had a new recruit!

* Did you have a feel that V’s hiding something?

* Then that would mean we can trust him…!

* I wonder what he liked about V’s photos.

* I don’t think discussions on politicians’ looks have any particular meaning.

* I don’t know. I’ll side with the majority.

* I don’t think giant corporations will always assume the bad role in the economy, as long as there are good.

* I’m not really interested in politics.

* I didn’t know you were interesed in politics.

* I’ll see you again, Jumin.

* I think I’m close to conservative.

* Hmm, not really interested. or Good idea. I’d like to learn couple things from him too. (If you want the email)

* I’ll see you.

14:50

* Hey hey hey Yoosung

* You’ve barely done anything so far. I don’t think going to class will do any difference….

* I thought the only thing you do at night is playing games….

* You said you’d do it. Now there’s no point if you’re not the best.

* I thought you had a lot of thoughts the other day…..thinking about your dark, pointless life….

* Why don’t we change the subject? ^^

* Same here lol

* He’s got looks, good social standing, authority…. I think he has everything.

* V’s reason was kind of unreasonable….

* I think you lost your concentration here.

* Tomorrow’s the d-day for the rehersal.

* Don’t fall for such waste of time…..

* Welcome, Seven.

* Is there something wrong? It’s not related to the hacker, is it?

* You’re not relatives with the prime minister, are you? lololol

* I will…!

* I’m sure he’ll manage.

* I don’t think you have time to chat right now….

* ….I don’t think it’ll be really helpful even if Yoosung goes to help you.

* I’m not sure if this is a good idea….

* Focus on your class. Now.

* Now, back to your practices.

* A job is meant to be painful

* I want you to think about how to improve your acting before you come back.

16:37

* Why did you decline the offer for purchase?

* ….I think it’s fishy that you declined.

* Has anyone ever told you that the guilty tends to be talkative?

* V, why didn’t you invite the prime minister to join the RFA?

* Jumin, don’t you think that V and Seven…are really suspicious?

* Considering the weight of the secret burdening V, I think it’s amazing that he’s performing this much as the head

* Of course you feel complicated. You have too many secrets.

* …It looks kind of dark.

* At least there’s no doubt that flower doesn’t belong there…

* ...I think you should plant the daffodil somewhere else for the sake of the small flowers. They will suffer

* I think you’re being obsessive, V. I think the daffodil has reached a stage you can’t do anything about it….

* You should give up the daffodil. It will just ruin your garden.

* No. Rather than throwing away a problem, I think you should try to fix it until the end.

* Don’t you think we’d get to expect tomorrow because it can’t be predicted?

* You should give up if you can’t solve it.

* Come on, they don’t look alike at all.

* Explain to me later on.

* Do you honestly think….he really deserves the seat at the top of the RFA?

* Does he…still miss Rika?

* Tell him the solid truth!

* I don’t know.

18:52

* I think he’s trying to run away from reality… It’s kind of irresponsible of him.

* We should consider our audience’s state even when discussing truth, shouldn’t we….?

* Uhm….I tend to say truth indirectly, so that I won’t hurt anyone….

* Don’t you think you’re losing focus? I knew it….

* Don’t you think you’ll get disappointed in yourself if you ruin this?

* I don’t think being good is always right.

* Hello!

* What kind of wine are you drinking?

* I’ll say. I thought it’s easy.

* You shouldn’t do that to your family.

* I think everyone has evil within. You should awaken it, Zen.

* But Zen would be the master of potrayting good Dr. Zekyll. That’s his area of expertise….

* You’re good-looking. I’m sure you’ll look good with whatever expression.

* Nope he’s not.

* lolololol

* Is it your chief bodyguard?

* I knew it. You so smart, Jumin.

* Then tell him to send me an email! I’ll ask him. or I think he’ll just be busy working even if he attends the party…. Let’s just keep him working. (If you want the email)

* Hard work matters.

* Jumin, you’re leaving now?

* Bye –

* You sure are interested in Jumin a lot.

* Go practice now.

* Do your best.

20:49

* Are you whining to me?

* Aren’t you gonna work?

* You don’t even desreve to get excited.

* Do you even realize what the best really means?

* I wish you’d be different. I think you’re being a parrot here.

* You’re such a freak.

* You’re growing more pathetic the more I stay with you.

* I was talking to be nice to you. But since you say no, I can’t help it.

* You disappoint me every time….

* Really? Anything?

* So you’ll do whatever I tell you to do?

* Again with the please… I’m getting tired of this.

* You’re such an airhead. You’re so stupid.

* Just go away. You’re annoying.

21:21

* Welcome, Yoosung. Are you done with your classes?

* I don’t think that’s a dream…

* A bad dream!

* There’s barely a difference between love and hate.

* This world is dominated by capitalists… This world is a chose where sentiments cannot last!

* LOLOLOLOL

* The sun will rise again tomorrow. As if nothing happened. Proving how small our troubles are….

* Zen…are you sure you’ll find Yoosung helpful?

* White is your responsibility. I don’t understand why you’d ask for help.

* But beauty is something you’re born with…

* That’s right… No one can dare to match your beauty, Zen.

* But you should prepare for your future.

* Zen, admit that you’re not good enough!

* Narcissism doesn’t work with Yoosung the Sentimental.

* Nope you can’t help him.

* …This is tricky. Group project is another name for a little hell….

* You’re doomed…

* Are you gonna take this opportunity to master math?

* Then I think he’ll know a lot of math tricks useful in real life lol

* Oh! That’s good!

* Sure. I think I want to ask him something about math. or I don’t know. I think he’ll be busy trying to hunt for clients at the party… (If you want the email)

* Are you sure you enrolled in ones absolutely necessary?

* You’re a perfect husband material…!

* I think it’s because he didn’t get enough practice.

* Zen do you think you can count on Yoosung’s advice…?

* Make sure you don’t waste time…

* You think that can chance anything…?

* So there goes your sleep for the night.

Visual Novel #1:

* Who is it?

* (Open the door and check what’s outside)

* This is creepy. I hate someone like you

* I don’t need this. You should work If you have time to do this

* Why are you crying?

* Where are you going!?

23:19

* Are you done with work?

* Great work!!

* Zen and Yoosung would be practicing, so other than those two… Probably…?

* I think it’s better for him to do it alone…

* You’re here? Don’t tell me the hacker’s loafing around…

* So the fight isn’t over yet… I wish it’d be over quickly.

* I think the hacker is being lazy.

* I’m sorry I confused you a little here.

* If this is something illegal, I’m reporting it.

* And that hacker couldn’t beat you…? I think he’s no big deal.

* Do you like cars that much?

* …I knew it. You’re always up to something fishy.

* You’re kind of weird. Seven, but since you’re talented…I’ll give you a pass.

* I don’t think you have time to collect cars if you want to keep breathing.

* …But having a suspicious job isn’t a good thing. I think you shouldn’t let others know.

* I don’t know. That depends on how hard the hacker works…

* A true love’s kiss?

* You just won’t stop, will you…?

* Seven…

* This is reality…Don’t get your hopes too high.

* I’d like to know who’d win!

* Peace will only come after endless work.

* Goodbye.

Visual Novel #2:

* (Go outside)

* My savior... Weren’t you going somewhere?

* I don’t like that face of yours

* This is boring now

>> BAD ENDING STORY 1 <<

________________________________________________________________

Ray Bad Relationship Ending 1:

1. Get into Ray’s route from 1 - 4 days in Another story

2. Don’t participate in the chatrooms from 5 - 6 days

Visual Novel #1 - Day 6 after chatroom at 21 : 21

* (Opens the door)

* Come in, Ray

* Thank you, Ray

* Ray

* Where are you going!?

Don’t participate in the last chatroom at 23 : 19 and unlock the branch.

Visual Novel #2:

* (Go outside)

* Who is it?

* Where is Ray?

>> BAD RELATIONSHIP STORY 1 <<

#mystic mesenger #rayroute #unknown #saeranchoi

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sasuhinasno1fan · 5 years ago

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See you in my sweater - Klancemas Day 1 & 2

So taking inspiration from seeing @kaokki klancetober from @monthlyklance I decided to combined days together seeing how I’ve got late rehersals and no motivation to write once I get home. I hope I can actually get through this, which now makes me glad I’m only doing 2 secret santas. So hopefully you enjoy this! First snow/Sweaters

It was stupid, even though his friends said it wasn’t, it was actually really sweet, but it felt so stupid. It was just a sweater, it wasn’t like Lance hadn’t stolen other items of clothing from him, why did a sweater matter?

Well because for someone who didn’t give much thought to if he’d ever be in a relationship, there was one fantasy he wanted to live out with his significant other. It might of stemmed from watching his mom steal his dad’s favourite coat even if it was for a simple trip to the store, but he remembered the look on his dad’s face. Not one of possession but just the feeling when your significant other wears something that says, ‘I’m theirs’.

He had this overly large sweater made for him, his last name and the marking of his mom’s motorcycle gang, The Mamora Blades on the back since he was a teenager. He kept it clean and safe, opting the hand wash it then risk it shrinking in the washing machine. He loved how cosy he felt in it, but more than anything, he wanted his significant other to steal it and parade around wearing it.

It was so stupid but he wanted it more than anything.

Of course, now it helped that he had a significant other, Lance. Cousin to his brother’s boyfriend and also majoring in astrophysics, with a minor in marine biology (Keith had no clue what Lance was planning on doing with a major like that, but he wouldn’t judge), he and Lance hadn’t gotten off on the best foot at first. Lance got annoyed with how much Keith would beat him on grades for their shared classes and Keith thought he was a pompous frat boy who had no hope of graduating on time. It was thanks to Shiro and Adam they saw differently. Lance had gotten a mild concussion slipping down the stairs to their school’s local pub. If it hadn’t been for him almost passing out at their table, Lance would of pretended he was fine. While Adam took care of paperwork and such, Shiro left him in charge of making sure Lance didn’t pass out again.

Keith wasn’t sure how his lips got so loose from a mild concussion, but Lance spilled how he couldn’t choose between space and sea, how his parents were so worried that he’d drop out of college due to the stress of the two, how he felt like Adam was constantly worried over him, how much he couldn’t stand his room mate but he couldn’t be rude, because his best friend had a crush on his room mate’s sister. He also talked about how he felt like he was gonna be alone forever because his relationships never worked out because they didn’t like him, how he had a feeling no one really liked him and they were just putting up with him, how scared he was he was going to prove everyone right by failing to graduate. He had never realised that someone who always had that infuriating smirk on his face held all this negative feeling in him.

So Keith told him about how he his relationship with his mom was strained after his dad’s death and how the state tried to say she wasn’t a fit mother because of her motorcycle gang. How he let the anger get the best of him when people would bully him or tease him. How it was easier to not even try hard and fail, giving in to what people expected of him then sit there and listen to them accuse him of cheating. Of how he felt like he was a burden on Shiro. How he would run away from situations instead of just talking to the people he cared about because he was scared about what would be said.

After all their hidden things were aired, somehow it was easier to talk to each other. Not that Lance still couldn’t find a way to get on his nerves. Maybe it had been that moment where they depended on each other or maybe all the time they spent together after, but Keith could tell he was gaining feelings. Part of him wanted to run and hide like he always did, but Lance could tell when he was hiding something and he wouldn’t leave him alone till he confessed what it was.

“What, did you think I was gonna leave you because you have a crush on me? Too bad, I don’t know why my mind goes to you when I just wanna hang out with someone or just talk to about anything, but it does, so what does that say about me?”

It said he had a crush on him too when only during a movie a few weeks later, Lance who’d been using Keith a pillow, pushed himself up and kissed him suddenly.

“It’s all I’ve been thinking about for the past 2 weeks.”

That was that after. They had their moments where they’d fall back into the life long game of ‘who can get annoyed the fastest?’ but it suited them. Then that stupid fantasy came back to mind. With the weather getting colder, Lance had shown off the many sweaters his mother and grandmother made for him.

“But you live in Miami?” Keith had questioned.

“Excuse you, but when the cold front hits and it’s 70, that’s freezing to us.” was all Lance replied with.

it’s not like Lance could complain. The slightest amount of wind and Keith would go pulling out his face mask. Point was, Lance would always look so cosy in his sweaters and he wanted to see Lance in his sweater. His one special sweater. He had offered many opportunists for Lance to take it, but he’d get really shy and quite and Keith would just drop it.

“Well of course he does.” Adam had explained when Keith complained to him, “You have to be the first good relationship he’s ever had. He acts like he knows what he’s doing, but he doesn’t. He wants to steal you sweater, but he keeps saying how he doesn’t want you to get cold, seeing how you keep pulling out a face mask at the slightest chill.”

Ok fine, so his habits were putting a stall on his main mission, but he wasn’t going to give up. he’d see Lance in sweater no matter what. Well, except telling him about his fantasy. There was no way they were gonna pull that from him.

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Keith woke up to the sound of buzzing. He slowly blinked his eyes open to see Lance’s brown hair blocking his vision. He pulled Lance closer, squeezing his fingers as he tried to make sense of what he was hearing. The fairy lights in Lance’s room was the only light he should have been seeing, but there was another. A cell phone.

Now Keith had a predicament. One hand was laced with Lance’s across his waist and his other was under a pillow with Lance’s head on top of it. He was kinda stuck. And the phone just wouldn’t stop buzzing. Then Lance’s own started up, the buzz as loud as it’s owner.

“Hmmm,” Lance whined, pulling his free arm out from under the pillow and rubbing at his eyes. “What is that?”

“Our phones. they’re going off.”

Lance untangled his fingers from Keith’s and pushed himself up to reach his cell phone. He blinked bleary at the screen, dimed to save his eyes. They brighten by whatever he saw. Keith watched confused as Lance threw the covers back and rushed to the window, pulling up the blinds.

“It’s snowing!”

“What?” Keith said, getting up to follow Lance to the window.

Small flakes of snow fell to the ground, already sticking to the ground.

“I’ve never seen snow before!” Lance said.

Keith wanted to question it but he remembered Lance was from Miami. Closest thing he’d probably ever seen to snow was sand falling down or the fake snow at theme parks.

“Wanna go out and see it?”

“Yeah! Grab me a coat, I’m gonna put my shoes on.”

Keith pulled on his coat he’d been wearing the day before and went to grab Lance’s jacket when he saw his sweater, close to falling off the bed. He glanced over at Lance who was focused on digging out his warmer shoes. He grabbed his sweater and headed for the door, shoving his feet into the shoes he left there.

“Ready?”

“Yeah!” Lance said, taking the sweater from Keith and pulling it on, mind fully focused on getting out of the dorm as quickly as possible.

Keith followed, holding the door open for people heading out behind him before he joined Lance, who stood at the top of the steps, staring at the sky. The sun shined off the snow and the flakes stayed in form in Lance’s hair. Lance looked amazing, even with the obvious signs of just waking up. He looked amazing wearing Keith’s sweater.

“It’s this amazing?” Lance asked, facing Keith, the melted snowflakes on his face leaving wet spots.

Keith wiped away the water for Lance. “Yeah, you are.”

Lance turned red, smacking Keith on the chest. “That’s not – I didn’t – ugg, just shut up!”

“And you look even more amazing in my sweater.”

Lance seemed to then realise what he was wearing. He struggled to see the back of it, Keith only seeing the last three letters of his name being pulled over Lance’s shoulder before Lance went red again and shoved at him, hiding his face in his neck, making him laugh.

“I hate you. Why the heck are you so insistent on seeing me in this?”

“No reason.” Keith said, wrapping his arms around Lance’s waist. “I just thought it would look good on you.”

Lance pulled away enough to stare at his boyfriend. “I hope you know you’re never getting this back then.”

Keith shrugged, struggling to push down the smile that was growing on his face. “Worth it.”

#klancemas #monthlyklance #college au #mention adashi

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the--blackdahlia · 5 years ago

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Karate King (Tommy x Reader)

Title: Karate King

Prompt: #49 I usually don't break things when I do it though

Pairing: Tommy Lee x Reader

Requested by: @kingbouji3

Summary: Tommy had been watching a lot of kung fu movies

Warnings: Nothing really

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Tommy had been on a kung fu movie kick for the past month. Every Bruce Lee movie he could get his hands on, he was watching. And, on top of that, he decided that he could do karate just from watching the movies. (Y/n) just shook her head as she watched Nikki encouraging him to do jumps and kicks.

“Tommy, you’re going to end up hurting yourself,” (Y/n) laughed.

“Yeah! Break something and we can use it as an album cover!” Nikki told him, resulting in (Y/n) hitting his arm.

“Quit encouraging him to do stupid shit!” She laughed.

“It’s okay (Y/n),” Tommy told her. “I’ve been practicing!” He climbed up on one of the amps. They were waiting on Vince and Mick to get there for rehersal, leaving Tommy and Nikki to do stupid things.

“Tommy, I don’t think that’s a good idea…” (Y/n) warned.

“It’s okay. I got this!” He jumped and kicked his leg out to make a cool pose, or so he thought until he crashed to the floor hard.

“Dude!” Nikki called out. “That was badass!”

“I think I broke something,” Tommy said from where he was laying on the floor. Nikki and (Y/n) looked at each other before rushing over towards the drummer. He stretched his leg out and his ankle was already turning purple.

“Shit!” Nikki gasped.

“This is what encouraging him does!” (Y/n) snapped at the bassist. She turned back towards Tommy. “Do you think you can hop out to my car, or do you need an ambulance?”

“I think I can hop if I have some help.” Tommy told her. Carefully, Nikki and (Y/n) got him up on one foot and led him out to (Y/n)’s car as Mick and Vince showed up.

“Where are you doing?” Vince asked. “I’m here for practice.”

“Taking Tommy to the hospital,” (Y/n) told him. She didn’t wait for a reply before she started the car and headed towards the hospital.

****

“I had been practicing a lot,” Tommy told (Y/n) later that night when they got home. There was a small fracture to his ankle, and the doctor said it should heal just fine. “I usually don’t break anything when I do it, though.”

“Well, if you want to do stuff like that, you need to take a proper class,” (Y/n) informed him. “Those guys in the movies have been doing that stuff for a long time.”

“I know, I know,” Tommy sighed. “And Nikki’s never going to let me live it down either.”

“I’ll tease you about it later on,” (Y/n) laughed. “I can’t believe Nikki wanted a copy of your x-ray for the album cover though. It has nothing to do with what you guys are going to call it.”

“It could be cool, right?” Tommy asked. (Y/n) just laughed and kissed his forehead.

Life was never a dull moment with him, that was for sure.

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queensconquest · 5 years ago

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igniteshroud said: "You aren’t acting like yourself." to Vil if you're still accepting these

( MISC ANGST SENTENCES ) *I’m always accepting memes <3

“ Huh ? “

Vil’s head lifted at the sudden comment , purple eyes seeking out the source of the remark. Idia ? Idia had noticed ? Wait , had Idia been talking to him ? Or just noticed the Beauty Queen lost inside his own head ? Or was it bother ? It felt like a crushing pressure on his sternum as he stared at the other in silence for a brief second.

This didn’t look good for his image. He was supposed to be PERFECT , FLAWLESS. And here he was being noticed as acting abnormal ? He supposed his overall silence and lack of participation in the day. Instead of his usual lively beauty , he had turned into a statue or doll. Beautiful , breathingly so as always , but empty. Unmoving like the angel statues in graveyards dusted with snow , a thought that was NOT what he was supposed to be.

He cleared his throat , trying to snap out of the cobwebs in his head. But if Idia had noticed , then he’d already FAILED a task. A thought that made the queen want to tremble. He forced a well rehersed and perfected smile towards the other in return.

“ I’ve just had my mind preoccupied by a project I’m working on , that’s all. I’m okay , really. Hey , do you think blues or greens would be better ? I have a sketch of both outfits. “ It had been a lie , or part of one. But at least he had something to support it. Vil quickly pulled out his phone and brought up the two drawings on the screen for feedback.

In truth , it was just an attempt to distract and redirect Idia’s attention.

#igniteshroud #we say no expiration dates on this blog #also vil being caught red handed not as fine as he looks?#good sht #but also vil is going to try and change the topic so fast #〉you can only strive to be as beautiful as me〈 — ⌼ ⌜vil schoenheit⌟

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cashtonsangel · 6 years ago

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More Than a Bridesmaid

Summary: Planning your sister’s wedding leads to things you could only dream of.

Word Count: 2000+

Warnings: none!!!

A/N: hi the summary sucks but i tried right!! anyways i thought this was cute so i hope yall enjoy!! feedback is appreciated thank you!!! love you!!!

Tonight was the night that your sister had been waiting for since the day she got engaged. The past year had been one of the most tiring ones for your sister as she planned her picture perfect wedding, and it was all finally coming together as you finished the final touches in the room where the reception was being held.

Being her maid of honor, it was your duty to make sure that nothing about this night would go wrong, and you planned to not let your sister and newly wedded brother-in-law down.

The ceremony had gone great, and the reception was coming along piece by piece.

You watched as the newly wedded couple danced the night away while being surrounded by friends and family. You could finally sit down and take a break since the majority of your job was over. All of the formalities of the reception were finally over, and now everyone was just dancing and congratulating the couple.

Taking a sip of your drink, your eyes roamed across the venue before connecting with Calum’s.

Calum Hood. The best man of the of the wedding and your partner in crime when it came to coordinating this whole fiasco.

Calum walked over to where you were seated at the table, pulled out the chair next to you, and sat down. Lifting his glass to his lips he took a sip of his drink and admired the your view of the venue.

You knew of Calum through you sister, but the first time you actually talked to him was during wedding planning where you both had to coordinate with each other to make sure that everything would be a success. And now that everything was done, you couldn’t have been more proud of the blood, sweat, and tears that you both put in.

“We did pretty well, huh?” Calum’s gaze settled on your figure, a proud smile on his face.

“Nothing has gone wrong so far, so yeah, I say we did.”

Rolling his eyes at your response, he held his glass up inviting you to a toast. “To us, the best maid of honor and best man duo that has ever walked the planet.”

Laughing, you echoed his words before bringing your cup to your lips once again.

There was a moment of silence between the both of you. You were absolutely exhausted mentally and physically from the day’s events.

Your mind replayed the events that occurred in the past few hours. You really couldn’t believe that after a year’s worth of hard work would finally be over by tomorrow morning. It was surreal.

It was bittersweet that something that you’ve worked on was finally coming to and end, but you were glad that it was finally off your shoulders.

But it came with a cost.

While helping your sister plan her wedding, your friends and family constantly bombarded with questions about when you were going to settle down like your sister. Day in and day out you were constantly being held behind your sister’s spotlight. You were tired of always being her shadow in everyone’s eyes.

“What’s on your mind, Y/N.” Calum’s voice broke you out of your trance.

“Hmmm?”

“What’s wrong, Y/N?”

You turned towards Calum, confused as to where his question came from. Giving him a questioning glance, he started to explain.

“Well, you’re looking at your sister, but not like you did earlier. Not to mention, you look quite sad for being at a party.”

“It’s nothing, I’m just tired” You tried to shrug it off, but Calum could see through your facade.

“C’mon, Y/N. I know you, I’ve seen you when you’re stressed and sad, and I know that this is one of those times.” Calum spoke softly, trying to comfort you.

You and Calum had become pretty close throughout this ordeal, so it wasn’t uncommon for the two of you to be very candid about your feelings with each other.

Right now you were reluctant to open up about your feelings. It was supposed to be a happy and special day, and you didn’t want to bring the mood down with your thoughts.

Sensing your hesitation, Calum gave turned towards you to give you his full attention. He gave you a look that encouraged you to open up.

“I’ve always been stuck in the shadows, always being compared to others and could never measure up.”

Your eyes followed your sister’s figure as you said the words. Your sister and her husband glided from guest to guest, greeting everyone that they haven’t been able to talk to. You and your sister had been up since 5am preparing for this momentous occasion, but somehow she managed to still have an effortless aura surrounding her, while you were one song away from falling asleep.

“I’m just tired of always being the bridesmaid and never the bride,” you sighed before resting your head in your hand and closing your eyes for a brief moment.

“Well, maybe you don’t have to be the bridesmaid anymore.”

There was a slight pause before you finally registered what Calum had just said.

“Wha-, what do you mean by that?” Confusion was evident in the tone of your voice. Straightening out your posture, you turned towards his figure, curious as to where exactly he was going with this proposition.

He shot you a smirk, one that you have already grown accustomed to in the short week weeks that you have known him.

“How do you feel about getting out of here?” His hands gestured around the venue.

“What?”

“You heard me. Let’s get out of here.”

“I- I don’t understand?”

“C’mon, Y/N. You’re smart. Put the pieces together. I, Calum Hood, am taking you on an adventure. Let’s go.”

“Are you crazy? I can’t leave. I’m the fucking maid of honor; my family would kill me,”

“You said yourself you wanted to get out of your sister’s shadow. This is your chance. You think you can make a name for yourself by constantly staying within the status quo? You have to take chances and take risks to make your own path, Y/N.”

“Calum, I can’t. This is my sister’s wedding, I can’t just leave her. And you’re the best man. They’ll definitely notice if we left.” your voice slightly raising at the end with incredulity.

“Who cares?” His nonchalant voice bothered you. This was the big night for your sister and his brother, but it seemed like Calum couldn’t care less.

“We can’t, Calum. My sister would kill me if she couldn’t find me. I’m sure your brother would do the same.”

“The night’s almost over, Y/N. We won’t be missed too badly.”

“You clearly don’t know my family if you think that the party is gonna stop at midnight.”

“And you clearly don’t know me if you think that excuse is going to stop me.”

“I don’t know you, you idiot. We met only a couple of weeks ago at the wedding rehersals.”

“Your words wound me, Y/N,” Calum clutched his heart for dramatic effect, “but what better way to get to know me than going on a little adventure.”

“You’re insane.”

“I might be insane, but at least I’m fun.”

“Hey! I’m fun!” You were offended by his words.

“Then prove it. Go on an adventure with me.”

“I told you that I can’t, Calum. I can’t leave my family here when I’m the maid of honor.”

“C’mon Y/N. I’m sure everything will be okay if you leave. I’m pretty sure they won’t even notice that you are gone.”

“Uhh, have you met my sister? She is the queen of noticing things. Of course she’s gonna realize that I’m gone the second I walk out of that door.”

“She’s got a bunch of other things on her mind right now. Not to mention there’s like a million other people here to keep her occupied.”

“Yeah, but,” you paused trying to come up with another excuse not to go, “she’s depending on me.”

Both of your gazes fell onto the newlywed couple who were talking to one of your distant relatives that made it to the wedding.

“C’mon. They’ll barely notice our absence. And if they do find out, I’m sure they won’t miss us too much if we leave a little bit early.”

“Calum,” you sighed.

“C’mon Y/N, take a chance, stop being the bridesmaid for once and live for yourself, not for others.”

“I- I don’t know, Cal.”

“Well, what’s stopping you?”

Making a verbal noncommittal response, you shrug your shoulders. You truly didn’t know why you had so much reservation towards Calum’s idea of ditching the wedding. Sure, it was your sister’s wedding, but you knew deep down she would want you to take this chance and live a little.

Your sister has been trying to get you out of your shell and live on the wild side more. This adventure with Calum was something she would want you to do, but you just couldn’t bring yourself to go with Calum.

Excuse after excuse entered your brain as Calum looked as you expectantly. Each one was more ridiculous than the previous. But as much as you wanted to, you couldn’t convince yourself to go.

You couldn’t. There were too many unknowns.

Seeing the doubt cloud your eyes, Calum knew he had to step up his game if he was going to get you to abandon the wedding and explore with him.

“Come on, Y/N. I promise I’m the best company you could be in tonight. We can go out and explore the city. It’ll be fun, I promise.”

“Cal-”

Suddenly a look crossed Calum’s face, and his eyes lit you with mischief. Standing up and behind your chair, he took in a deep breath before belting out lyrics and moving his body to the imaginary tune of the song.

“Take a chance on me. Gonna do my very best and it ain't no lie. If you put me to the test, if you let me try.” You choke on your drink as he started to gain the attention of some of the people near you.

“Sit down and shut up, Calum,” you whisper yelled at him, trying to get him to stop his antics.

“I won’t stop ‘til you say yes.”

“Calum!”

“If you've got no place to go, if you're feeling down. If you're all alone when the pretty birds have flown. Honey I'm still free. Take a chance on me.”

You frantically looked around and saw that he was slowly attracting more and more attention.

“CALUM, PLEASE!” you whisper-yelled, one last desperate attempt to get him to stop. He just gave you a look before continuing his singing.

“Fine, fine, fine. I’ll go with you. Please just sit down and shut up. You’re literally so annoying.” You couldn’t handle the embarrassment anymore. Quickly pulling at his arm, you brought him back down to his seat and quickly conceded to his demand.

“You know you love it.”

You scoffed, “Yeah, right. You’re so lame. Who still sings ABBA nowadays?”

“You’re just jealous of my music tastes.”

“Yeah, keep telling yourself that, Hood.”

“You’re just in denial of my good music, Y/N. And I’m pretty sure you’re secretly in love with my singing.”

“Fuck off.”

There was a brief moment of silence between the two of you as you contemplate what was to be expected from this impromptu outing, while Calum was replaying his victory over and over again in his head with a smile on his face.

“So, where are we going?” You were the first to snap out of your thoughts.

Smirking, he replied, “That’s for me to know and you to find out.”

“You don’t know, do you, Cal?” Worry laced your words as Calum gave you a look of fak annoyance.

“Shut up, Y/N and live a little, will ya.” Holding his hand out for you to take, you looked around the room making sure that no one was paying attention to the both of you.

Sensing your hesitation, Calum started humming to the tune of Take a Chance on Me in a threatening manner.

Rolling your eyes, you placed your hand in his and snuck out of the wedding towards a new beginning.

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