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aphrodites-law · 5 years ago

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My Favorite

Trope: Soulmate marks.

Twist: Lexa doesn’t have one. Clarke does.

4/? - (Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3)

Lexa's first week of teaching was as much a learning curve for her as it was for her students. Starting middle school was a big step, and the nerves of some kids were especially noticeable. Lexa managed quite quickly to spot who the quiet ones were and who would give her trouble, and other than a few hiccups, everything had gone according to plan. Teaching the same subject multiple times a day wouldn't always be the most rewarding thing, but she was excited about the highs and the lows ahead.

Friday came quickly. By the time Lexa made it back to her apartment around 4pm, she had already questioned what she should wear a dozen times. She'd even texted Anya, but her friend had been no help, suggesting she forgo clothes entirely. She opted for slim black pants and a blouse in the end, left her hair loose and bought a bottle of wine on the way. Clarke hadn’t given her any hint as to what they would do, or if it was even a date at all, but wine always seemed appropriate.

When she got to Griffin Hotel, Lexa walked into the foyer and saw Jake reading a magazine behind the counter.

"Hi, Jake."

He looked up and set his magazine aside. "Ah, I figured."

"Pardon?"

"She'll be right down."

Jake tapped the call bell twice and then looked toward the stairs. Lexa noticed a few decorations and strings of lights in boxes on the desk.

"Are you having an event?" She asked.

"Good friends of the family getting married soon," Jake nodded, looking quite proud. "We're throwing a casual get-together in the garden tomorrow."

Footsteps coming down the stairs made Lexa turn her head. She saw Clarke come her way and felt her heart speed up.

Hi, Clarke mouthed.

Lexa felt like a teenager all over again, as if they were on their way to prom rather than on a first… whatever this was. Clarke was wearing a pale yellow dress with a jean jacket over it, and a purse slung over her shoulder.

"Hi. I… got this. Don't know if it's any good honestly," Lexa said while extending the wine.

Clarke smiled sweetly and signed thank you, which Lexa was thrilled to understand. She'd done her best to keep studying daily since their last encounter, picking up on very basic etiquette thanks to hours of YouTube videos. Clarke turned to her father and set the wine on the counter, signing something that made him shrug.

"No guarantees any will be left, kiddo."

Clarke rolled her eyes before taking Lexa's arm to make their way outside. Lexa had already noticed with Raven that people didn't sign back to Clarke, instead answering her vocally. Maybe it was just the way Clarke preferred interacting, though Lexa still intended to practice as much as possible. She was a long way from a conversation, and the night ahead would surely present some challenges in terms of communication, but Lexa didn't have a worry in the world about it. Clarke had not let go of her arm since they walked out of the hotel, which meant that, as far as Lexa was concerned, the night was already perfect.

"I'm into the mystery," she said after a while, "but is there any way you'd disclose a general location of where we're going?"

Clarke shook her head with the ghost of a smile on her face.

"Is it a restaurant?"

Clarke squeezed her arm, which Lexa guessed meant- "Am I lukewarm?"

Clarke seemed determined to keep her expression in check.

"A movie?"

At that, Clarke wrinkled her nose.

"Yeah, I'm not really a fan either on first d-" Lexa bit her lip. "Hard to get to know someone that way."

They walked past a small park, where street lamps illuminated the sidewalk lined with trees. With the end of summer was coming the fall of leaves, leaving the ground covered. Lexa had never been around this part of the city before, but she was looking forward to the changing season taking over the city.

“So you were out of town?” she asked Clarke.

Clarke stopped walking and suddenly motioned for Lexa’s phone.

“Oh, sure.” Lexa watched Clarke take her phone and then type something dizzyingly fast. She gave it back to Lexa before grabbing her own and repeating the process. Lexa felt her phone vibrate. She looked down and found a text:

Clarke 🙊

Sorry, it’ll be faster like this than the notepad.

Lexa nodded. “Of course. Whatever you prefer. You can sign too; helps me rewire my brain.”

They started walking down the sidewalk again. Another message appeared:

I’m an art therapist. Sometimes I go over to Arkadia to my mom’s rehabilitation center.

“That’s amazing,” Lexa said. “What kind of art?”

Clarke signed slowly, which Lexa picked up on thanks to the context. She'd found that context was key in understanding most phrases, as there were sometimes fewer nuances in vocabulary than spoken language. She understood ‘painting’, ‘drawing’, and ‘sculpting’, though the rest seemed to be a lost cause no matter how slow Clarke signed it.

“Oh, I know, you set bowling balls on fire,” Lexa guessed.

Clarke laughed, then texted again: HOW did you get that?

“You don't have to deny it; that was a very obvious fireball sign, Clarke."

Clarke shook her head with amusement, eyes watering a bit. Lexa couldn’t stop smiling. "Your secret's safe with me."

Slowly, they made their way toward a more active part of the city, where the nightlife seemed to come alive. There were packed bars and restaurants, people coming in and out of movie theaters, and large groups chatting on sidewalks. They took a turn on a narrower street, where Clarke stopped by a heavy door and pounded her fist against it. The door was so thick that it barely made any noise at all. What kind of place could be tucked away and looking like the entrance to an abandoned warehouse?

They waited just a moment before a tall man with a shaved head opened the door.

“Hey, Clarke. Long time no see!”

They hugged before the man stepped aside to let them in. Once inside, it was like they had entered a bubble. Singing and music could be heard from the room over.

Lexa extended her hand to the man. “Hi. I'm Lexa.”

“Lincoln,” he answered with a firm grip. “You teach at Polis MH, right?”

Lexa glanced at Clarke. “Yes, how do you-“

“Oh I think you’ll find it’s a pretty small city. My wife is a substitute there. Come on in!”

Once past the narrow corridor, they were led into a room that looked like an underground bar. Lexa had never seen a place like it. It seemed like a speakeasy that had stood the test of time, now refurbished but still with a distinctive look that gave it an old-fashioned appeal. Where Raven's coffee shop was all geared toward science and the future, this bar was firmly rooted in the past. Most of the patrons were gathered by a makeshift stage, where a woman with a smoky voice sang indie tunes backed by her band.

Clarke looked at Lexa intently, eager for her reaction.

"Wow. I would’ve never found this place in a million years."

Clarke took her arm with a grin, leading her to the bar. The bartender, a short and robust woman with cropped hair, immediately signed at her. Clarke made a two sign before turning to Lexa, who had no clue what had just been ordered but reached for her wallet regardless.

"I'll take hers," she started to offer, but felt a hand cover her wrist. Clarke shook her head at her.

"I asked you out, it's only fair."

Clarke pointed to the ceiling.

"I know you chose the place but that won't change my mind."

Clarke huffed. Lexa looked around and then brightened when she saw an empty pool table in the back.

“Do you play?” She asked.

Clarke shrugged. Lexa took Clarke's hand and led her to the table.

“Alright, how about this...” Lexa trailed off, overly confident in her pool skills. “Whoever wins a game of eight-ball gets to cover the tab.”

Clarke arched a brow and mouthed Deal. She grabbed a cue stick and took the rack off the table, then leaned down with her cue in place. Her tongue peeked out just a hint as she focused and then took a powerful shot, knocking three balls in the pockets.

Oohs erupted around them as Lexa’s mouth fell open. Clarke stood up and stared straight at her from across the table, pretending to blow on the cue like it was a smoking gun before she actually winked.

“Fuck me.”

The night went by quickly, so quickly that when Lexa saw that it was well after midnight, her heart clenched in disappointment. They'd played a few more games of pool, all of which Lexa had badly lost, and then went on to try some of the cocktails on the list. They'd listened to the songs - where Lexa had fought against the urge to invite Clarke to dance, thinking maybe it was too soon - tried a game of darts, and then eventually had left to get some fresh air.

In the most casual way, Clarke had slipped her hand in Lexa's while they walked down the longest street in the city. It was thrumming with life and excitement; neon colors in places and soft glows in others. Clarke pointed things out that Lexa missed, like the murals on the sides of buildings or the food trucks she liked. Lexa bought two gelatos while Clarke quickly chatted with friends they'd bumped into, smiling cheekily when Clarke narrowed her eyes at her.

"We said cover the bar tab, not cover the entire night…" she'd justified.

When they made it back to the front of the hotel, Lexa couldn't believe their night was already over. Clarke let go of her hand and leaned against a part of the brick wall. Lexa took a deep breath.

"Tonight was incredible," she said softly. "Thank you for showing me around. And crushing me at pool - it was a needed wake-up call."

Clarke grinned. Lexa didn't want to see things that perhaps weren’t there, but Clarke… looked at her in a way that made it hard to ignore the flutter in her chest. Trying to stall, she glanced toward the door and noticed a wooden sign propped up by it, with Echo & Bellamy carved in it.

"Echo and Bellamy… are they the ones who took six years to date?"

Clarke nodded. She seemed to get an idea then and typed a message:

You should come to the party we’re throwing them tomorrow. Starts at 5pm; it'll be fun.

Lexa felt mild panic, thinking maybe Clarke felt the need to invite her because she'd brought it up.

"Oh, I wouldn't- I'm sure it's friends and relatives only…"

Clarke bit her lip, perhaps just as aware this was moving fast. Inviting someone to friends' engagement party wasn't without its own implications. She signed something slowly, which Lexa guessed the meaning of.

"I'll think about it," she agreed.

Clarke seemed relieved. Her eyes flickered down to Lexa's lips before she caught herself and quickly signed something, easy enough for Lexa to understand.

"Goodnight, Clarke," she answered before watching her go.

In the end, there was very little to think about. Lexa had slept the best she'd had in weeks, on cloud nine after her night with Clarke. She couldn’t explain why she felt such a need to see her again, like time was wasted without her. She had picked out her best summer dress and stopped second-guessing herself.

On her way to the hotel, she picked out flowers, figuring that if it was clearly too much, she could always play them off as a last-minute gift to the bride-to-be. She walked inside and stopped by the desk, but the foyer was empty. Lexa figured she should text Clarke first.

She’d pulled up their conversation when she glanced at the desk and did a sudden double-take.

A photo of Clarke tucked between the computer and a stack of papers caught her eye. She was wearing a graduation gown and standing next to her father with a wide smile. But the sleeve of her gown was pulled down, showing off an unmistakable mark.

Lexa’s heart sank in her stomach.

It was minuscule, just four words from what she could see, but so faded they were illegible. Anyone would miss them at a glance, but wrist tattoos were illegal for the Markless, and as such Lexa knew it couldn't be anything else.

Clarke had a soulmate.

It was all it took to crush Lexa’s hopes. She looked away from the photo and tried to calm her breathing. But why was she so surprised? Of course Clarke would have a mark. Of course she was destined to happiness that someone like Lexa wouldn't be able to provide.

Lexa had thought that settling wouldn’t be as bad as they said if it was with someone like Clarke. She was creative, kind, confident and unbelievably patient - and they'd made each other laugh. What else did anyone need in a partner? Lexa had thought she’d felt a connection, but the ending was always the same: dreams turned into dust. There it was - the mark that made it clear she would just be a layover again. That Clarke would entertain her until she met her soulmate and Lexa became an obstacle to walk around.

But Lexa couldn't go through that pain again. This time she knew it would be too much to bear if she allowed Clarke to hold her heart in her hands. She couldn't do it. Wishing for the best when the best didn't happen to people like her… was self-destruction.

Clarke would get over it. She was with her friends, she'd be fine. Maybe tonight she'd even bump into someone else and they'd utter the words that would change everything for her.

Feeling herself tremble, Lexa set the flowers on the front desk before she darted outside. She swallowed back the lump in her throat and wiped a quick hand over her watery eyes. These feelings that had grown - she would nip them in the bud, and swiftly.

At the peak of the celebration, while families and friends were still enjoying the food and drinks, Clarke found herself wandering between the garden and the front of the hotel. She looked down at her watch and then around again, disappointed that there was still no sign of Lexa.

She found a discarded bouquet of flowers at the front desk and picked it up to put it in water, wondering who could've gotten such nice flowers only to forget them. Later, in the garden, she sat on one of the benches and watched Echo and Bellamy slow-dancing, clearly not bothered by Echo's round belly between them. Clarke's smile slowly fell as she noticed just how many pairs had gotten up to dance as well. She ran her hands down her dress and looked toward the cobbled path, sighing when no one appeared.

Perhaps something had come up at the last minute. Or she'd been too hasty. She looked down at her mark and rubbed her finger over it, frowning when she noticed something.

She lifted her wrist up closer, thinking it was a trick of light, but there was no mistaking it: her mark had faded more.

Part 5

#clexa #clarke x lexa #f: my favorite

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artificialqueens · 5 years ago

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Girls Interrupted, Chapter 1: The Institution: 1, Katya: 0 (Vatya) 1/2 - Maeve

AN: Hi, everyone! I suppose this is my debut as a fan fiction author, and I’m super nervous. I never thought that I would be a writer, myself, but when I suggested a Vatya fic outline, some of you lovely people encouraged me to give it a try. ConCrit is always welcome! I tried my hardest, and I hope you enjoy! EEK!

August air is like a woman in heat: wet, warm, and not in the mood to do favors.

The short walk from her baby blue Beetle to the cafeteria doors left Katya sweating like a hooker in church. “Part-time-clown working a corner in the Red Light District” was a solid look, but Katya was beginning to doubt that it was the right choice for the first day of the new school year. The fabric of her long-sleeved dress clung to her skin uncomfortably.

If the funfetti doesn’t cover my sweat stains, I’m suing, Katya thought.

She tried to smooth down the sheer fabric out of habit. Katya took a deep breath before throwing open the glass door and bracing herself for a head-on collision with nostalgia. White floors, harsh light, kitchen clatter—too much for a Wednesday.

It’s an A/B day. First period: English, room 316. She repeats the mantra again and again in her head. If she loses the thought, she’ll never be able to find her way back.

Pussy, she chastised.

Katya’s bright red combat boots plunk across the linoleum and up three flights of rubber stairs. She might apologize for shattering the silence if anyone else were around, but the English corridor remains silent.

She, In her loud dress and noisy shoes, looked very out of place.

Mother, I’ve breached a sterile environment.

The white walls and white floors seemed to stretch for miles in either direction. Katya had forgotten how sad the white looked without students against it.

Mrs. McPhee’s door, like all the other doors, was an unremarkable brown. Katya stared into it and tried to reconcile the empty canvas with the image of the imp of an english teacher described by the upperclassmen . No dice. Perhaps her friends were exaggerating their hatred for the woman behind the unassuming door. It would be nice to think the best of people, but she knew she lived in a time when that didn’t happen often. People suck; get with the program.

An eternity later the bell rang and Katya got to her feet before the horde could pull a mufasa on her. The unremarkable door swung open, revealing a short woman with a tight face and copper hair.

This could be trouble, an alarm flashed in her mind.

However, her body did not have time to trigger a fight or flight response. The older woman flashed Katya a bright smile, taking in her first student of the year. Mrs. McPhee enthusiastically extended her hand for Katya to shake.

“Hi there! I’m Mrs. McPhee! It’s so nice to meet you!” She all but chirped.

Katya snapped out of her thoughts and accepted the gesture. “I’m Katya. It’s nice to meet you too,” the teen delivered the customary response before Mrs. McPhee ushered her inside.

“Feel free to sit anywhere! I need to run to the copy room and grab a few things for class today. There’s an ice breaker activity on the tables that you can get started on,” she said before ducking out into the hall.

Someone’s had their morning coffee, Katya quipped, the corners of her mouth turning up in a small smile.

Familiar faces began to fill the chairs at the tables, but Katya had yet to find one she’d spoken more than a sentence to. The presence of her long time crush, Trixie Mattel, in the seat across from her did nothing to quell her growing anxiety, either.

A frantic Mrs. McHale returned with arms full of papers shortly after the end of the passing period. Katya could hear the eyes rolling at the sight of her. Cue the secondhand embarrassment.

Copies of the syllabus made their way around the room. Katya tried desperately not to wince as her English teacher introduced the “phone spa” where phones would live during class.

It wasn’t hard for Katya to become lost in her own thoughts once again.

Is there going to be a project on the summer reading? Is my copy of All the Light We Cannot See—which I’ve annotated the crap out of—going to be of any use to me at all?

The blonde was fucked if they were going to have to do an in-depth analysis of the text. The only thing she could remember about it was that the girl, Marie-Or-Something, was blind. And that only stuck with her because of the cackling fit she had on the floor when her mom asked her why she chose the book. And, of course, it was stupid. It was too hilarious that a book with a title about not being able to see the light had a protagonist who was blind, and thus, literally could not see the light.

The thought brought a smile to Katya’s face even now. It was unlikely that Anthony Doerr intended to make an ironic joke about a blind girl, but Katya liked to believe that humor wasn’t dead. Was it terrible? Yes. But come on, she literally couldn’t see the light. Because she was blind. Katya snorted at the mental picture that formed and immediately covered her mouth. Scanning the room, Katya determined that she hadn’t drawn any attention to herself. That was, until she caught Trixie Mattel’s unimpressed gaze.

Go figure, Katya scowled, I bet she thinks I’m keeping squirrels in the space between my ears. The teen could feel her cheeks flush beet red in embarrassment. She darted her eyes down to the syllabus, suddenly finding classroom procedures intriguing.

Fuck! Shit. She thinks I’m a freak, and she’s going to tell all her friends. Everyone will stare. You’re an embarrassment, a fool a—

Lady luck chose the opportune time to smile down on Katya, for it was an A/B day, and that meant classes were much shorter. The shrill bell sounded over the loudspeaker and silenced her pleas to be wished out of existence.

Katya’s second period was library aide. It was the perfect opportunity for her to get ahead on homework when she wasn’t needed. However, she knew full well that she’d spend the hour and a half people watching and reading obscure works.

The library was empty this morning and she cou;d take a moment to compose herself. Mrs. Slay, the librarian, gave her a brief runthrough of her duties and explained library procedures. Afterwards, she released Katya to her own devices.

Katya had never actually spent much time in the school’s library. The harsh, fluorescent lighting did nothing to make the room look cozier. Dozens of tall wooden shelves framed large areas along with some extra shorter shelves of books.

Katya trailed her fingers along dusty spines, hoping that a title would catch her eye.

Her third period class, theater, was on the first floor. A lot of people found it weird that a self-identifying technician was still involved in normal theater classes. Katya began her career on the stage, though. Her stage fright and lack of singing and dancing abilities were not about to stop her from growing as a performer. She promised herself that she’d audition for the play this year.

Ginger was waiting for Katya in their usual seats when she entered the black box. The blonde smiled at her best friend, taking a moment to look over the other faces in the space before joining her long-time companion.

Unfortunately, another year had not flushed out the riff-raff. Katya scowled, new year, same bullshit. The blonde shared a knowing glance with Ginger.

Rolaskatox—the inseparable trio of Roxy, Alaska, and Detox—remained front and center. Sharon and Jinkx camped out in the back, and Tammy sat awkwardly on her own with Raja and Manila nearby. Pearl and Trixie gossiped to their left.

After Ms. P, the theater teacher for juniors and seniors, passed out the syllabus, they gathered in a circle. Playing stale warm-up games never failed to put the majority of the class in a pissy mood. It was no secret that half of the room hated the other half of the room; times when they were all forced to work together were toxic.

The second activity Ms. P had put on the agenda for that morning was not any better: duet scenes. The oblivious woman thought it would be a fantastic idea to assign partners at random for the scenes. Katya’s heart jumped in her throat when their teacher called Alaska Honard’s name along with hers.

Alaska had long, silky golden hair, soft pink lips, and big doe eyes. She was easily the tallest girl in their grade (and quite possibly in their school). She had legs for days, and they looked stunning under that short green cheer skirt in Katya’s opinion. And most of the student body’s opinion. Alaska might have been the nicest girl on the cheer squad, but Katya was sure that this encounter could still be fatal.

Katya hesitantly approached Alaska, who had yet to stop chatting with Roxy and Detox, and cleared her throat.

“Um, Alaska, I have our scene…If you want to go work on it…” Katya trailed off, digging the toe of her boot into the black floor.

Three pairs of eyes turned to look at her. She could feel the eye roll and once over from tweedle dee and tweedle dum. Instead, she focused on the tight smile the blonde in the middle gave her. Alaska nodded and followed her out of the black box.

The two girls made their way to the anti-lobby in without a word. Neither of them knew how to break the silence between them.

It was Katya who bit the bullet “Look, Alaska, I know you’re not thrilled about being my partner. But I care about the work I do in this class, and I know you do too. So can we just—”

“I’m sorry about them,” Alaska cuts her off. The confusion and shock is visible on Katya’s face, and Alaska feels the need to further elaborate. “Rotox…they’re rotted cunts sometimes. I think you’re a great actress, and I’m actually pretty glad to be working with you,” Alaska confessed . She ducked her head, and a long, golden lock fell into her eyes. Katya had to clutch the fabric at her thighs in order to resist the urge to brush it behind the taller girl’s ear.

“Okay then,” Katya breathed a sigh of relief, “Let’s get this show on the road.”

Katya could not believe the success she’d had on her scene with Alaska in theater. Maybe cheerleaders—well, certain cheerleaders—weren’t so bad after all. Katya was feeling optimistic as she made her way back up to the third floor for biology.

Are all biology classrooms supposed to reek of formaldehyde? Katya wrinkled her nose in disgust. There were tables made up of four desks clustered in front of the whiteboard at the front of the room. The back half of the room contained lab tables and equipment. Katya figured they would not be spending the majority of their time in there. Again, not wanting to draw attention to herself, she slipped into an empty desk near the back of the room. Their teacher, Mrs. Yates, shuffled around marking students present—to save time, Katya supposed. She finished moments before the tardy bell rang, and the students quieted as she took her place at the front of the room.

Mrs. Yates opened her mouth when the door slammed open. The culprit was captain of the cheer team, Violet Chachki, or what Katya swears, must be the devil in high heels. Satan made eye contact with a startled Mrs. Yates and lazily flashed her a small slip of paper. Hot pink: Coach Calhoun’s signature color.

“You must be Violet Chachki!” The friendly woman greeted. “Why don’t you take a seat next to Katya in the back?”

The gentle instruction wasn’t an option for Violet. The only empty seats left were at Katya’s table. Katya felt as though Mrs. Yates had just declared it open season on quirky blondes with questionable fashion sense. Dread pooled in her stomach; she was too young to die.

Similarly, Violet visibly recoiled at the idea of sitting next to some theater clown. Violet’s withering gaze focused on Katya, but she was certain it wasn’t her that the fuming brunette was plotting to crucify. Katya pitied whichever of her bimbo cheerleader friends forgot to save her a seat.

Violet chose the desk across from Katya. The blonde didn’t resist the opportunity to take a magnifying glass to the untouchable girl, herself.

Violet chachki was stunning. If looks could kill, the school would be a cemetery by now. She was a dark horse, a vixen, a black widow, the kind of beautiful that hurts you if you get too close. A girl like that did not belong here. Katya watched in awe as Violet’s manicured hand brushed long onyx strands back into place.

Unfortunately, Katya was no Double O Seven, and it didn’t take Violet long to pick up on the attention she was getting. The same painted fingers removed themselves from dark, silky waves and ventured closer to Katya’s face. They snapped suddenly, and Katya almost fell out of her blue plastic chair.

She only had a second to recover when Violet spat venom at her. “Hey, Bozo the Cunt, has the lack of oxygen in your tiny car affected your ability to function, or are you just simple?”

“Bozo the Cunt”? That’s new. Mother, I’ve made a name for myself. Katya brought her eyes up to look at Violet. Her failure to provide a timely response did her no favors and the she-demon’s ruby red lips curled into a snarl. If Katya could feel her legs, she would be running to the nearest place of worship.

“Quit staring at me, freak,” Violet hissed. Katya met violet’s piercing eyes with her own sheepish blue ones.

“I-I uhm…Sorry. You look nice today?” Katya offered with shrugged shoulders. She wouldn’t buy her excuse either.

The brunette rolled her brown eyes, fishing her sparkly red phone from her bag and leaving Katya to pick at her hands.

Mrs. Yates saved Katya’s cuticles when she passed out materials for the students to make makeshift nameplates for their desks. Katya was a sucker for crafts. She wasted no time in writing her name in thick, red letters. A large, yellow sickle and hammer ran through the center of the page and black Russian characters accented her work of art. Katya was proud of herself. Capping the black marker, she took a risk and peeked at Violet’s handiwork.

Violet chose a clean and classical look for her own sign. V I O L E T was spelled out in deep purple, looping script.

Katya sighed. It was going to be a long year if the ice queen froze her out completely. At least Katya enjoyed biology.

After everyone was finished with their nametags, Mrs. Yonkin passed out an ice breaker activity designed to help the students get to know everyone at their table. Unfortunately, it was an activity where you had to interview a partner, and Katya’s partner was clearly unwilling.

“I don’t see why we have to talk,” Violet complained. “Trade papers with me so we can fill out our own answers. I’m tired of working with people that are not myself.”

Katya couldn’t help but feel a bit insulted. It wasn’t like she had herpes or something. They didn’t even have to share their entire life stories with each other; a favorite color is as generic as it gets. If the bitch wanted to be difficult, Katya sure as hell wasn’t going to make it easy for her.

“Look, Princess, I don’t know anything about science other than it’s really good for you,“ Katya bit back, “But I haven’t done enough crack to melt my brain. Do you honestly think people would believe that you could produce chicken scratch like this?” The blonde gestured pointedly to the top of her own page where she had scrawled out her name. Violet pinched the bridge of her nose.

“Oh and I’m also not bad at science. It was a joke, A bad one,” Katya tried to assure the frustrated girl in front of her. Her words of comfort did little to change her new partner’s mood, though. She tried again, “What’s your favorite color?”

#rpdr fanfiction #katya zamolodchikova #violet chachki #trixie mattel #alaska thunderfuck #vatya #high school au #lesbian au #slow burn #fluff #angst #enemies to friends #enemies to lovers #drama #maeve #girls interrupted #concrit welcome #tw anxiety and depression

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the-last-centurion · 7 years ago

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Honestly not worth your time reading, just talking to myself here.

I realized I haven’t posted the conclusion of my magical date week, nor have I updated about what happened after I left for school. So imma give a run-down of that week and now. One more reminder that these posts are purely for me to look back on; I don’t mind others reading but know that I’m tailoring this post (and all posts in this tag) for future me. Also this week was perfect so I’m writing down as many details as I can remember.

Last time I posted I had just gone on my first date to the zoo on Monday. The next morning I drove him to work cuz it was on my way to my friend’s house and his car was in the shop. On the way there, he grabbed my hand, kissed it, and out of the blue said “Last night I had my first dream in years.” I died.

The next day we went to Filoli Gardens, then got lunch by that bookstore in Palo Alto, and went back to my house to watch more movies. We watched one all the way through, then tried to watch Anastasia, but started making out and put the movie on an indefinite hold while we meandered into my bedroom. He was generous to me, but before I could return the favor we heard the door open so we quickly made ourselves decent. I walked out of my room, but right as I opened my door I heard the front door shut and lock.... sorry Dad. Then I realized I was late for babysitting so I rushed him home and ran over to pick up the kid. We never finished Anastasia.

I didn’t see him Thursday, and Friday we went to Pier 39, got lunch at a pizza place overlooking the water, went in an infinity mirror maze, and I took him to Mitchell’s Ice Cream on the way home. That day was when we started realizing that we seemed to have a lot of luck when we were together. There was never any traffic, and on the way to Mitchell’s I was like “There is never any parking here, we’ll probably have to drive around for 30 mins looking for a spot.” Lo and behold there was a spot open literally right in front of the store. “There’s always a huge line for ice cream, we have to take a number,” I said. But alas there were only like 5 people ahead of us, so the wait was very short (and we sat on a bench and kinda like publically-oriented cuddled while we waited). Then, we got our ice cream and were waiting to pay but nobody every helped us, until a guy comes up to us and says “I think they had me pay for yours too, enjoy!” We tried to pay him back but he just said have a wonderful day and left. We ended up joking that all this luck was due to the necklace he was wearing, and he wore it every day after that. On the car ride home we talked about our romantic histories and got everything out in the open, which was really nice. Then we watched Lilo and Stitch (he kept doing his really good Stitch impersonation), and then Prince of Egypt. Between movies we walked down to the Chinese place near my house and got takeout, and made rice at home cuz we forgot rice. It was so nice just cuddling up with him and watching movies :)

Saturday it was 5 billion degrees outside, so he came over later in the day and he taught me how to play Civ. We were going to go to a drive-in movie (hence the late start to the day), but we decided it was too hot so we went to the old Stanford Theater instead and saw Casablanca. Before that we got dinner at Asian Box, and then gelato at my favorite gelato place in Palo Alto. After the movie we went back to my dad’s house and played more Civ until late in my bunk bed, and that turned into doing other things quietly so as to not wake my dad in the other room (lol).

Sunday I got lunch with my dad first, and then picked up Koren for the drive-in movie. We stopped by my dad’s to pick up lawn chairs, then got take-out Korean BBQ in RWC before going to Safeway for snacks and finally driving down. We were running a bit late, but, keeping with our good luck, there was no traffic on the way, very little line going in, and it happened to be free movie day so the double-feature was completely free. Also, the night before that we were originally going to go to had kinda shitty movies, but this night happened to be a double-feature of Spider-Man Homecoming and Guardians of the Galaxy 2. We found a fantastic spot, ate our dinner in the car, and put our lawn chairs out for the movie. Again our luck held as we happened to park right in front of a car with loud external speakers, so they played the audio for us to hear so we didn’t have to use my car’s stereo. During the movie we put our lawn chairs next to each other and held hands. After the first movie, we packed up the chairs and moved my seats forward so we could sit in the back seat together. We kissed a bit and I ended up cuddling with him the whole movie, sometimes just laying on his lap and we would stare at each other instead of watching the movie. It was really nice, but a little sad knowing that the next day was our last.

Monday I picked him up around 10:30 (the usual time for us), and this time we went to my dad’s house for a little bit, and then went to my mom’s. We played Civ for a bit, and then went into my sister’s room and slightly attempted to have sex but neither of us knew what we were doing so we ended up not. We chose that time to talk about the future, and decided to keep talking but not be official cuz long-distance. We went back out into the living room and played Civ as we waited for my mom to come back from work at 5, but then it became 7 and she still wasn’t home so we stopped thinking she was coming home anytime soon. We cuddled for awhile on the couch first, then got handsy, and then I started giving him head but we were both still kinda unsure about when my mom was coming home, and of course then we hear the door unlock so we quickly cover up, he throws my bra under a pillow, and my mom comes in probably knowing she walked in on something but with no evidence so that’s something at least haha. She needed help getting a big thing of dog food out of the car, so he went and helped her while I ran into the bathroom and put my bra back on, hoping she didn’t notice. Then we all had dinner together pretending like nothing happened hahaha. After dinner we went to my dad’s for me to pack for leaving the next day, and I drove him home. To procrastinate leaving, we drove around looking for an open McDonald’s for ice cream, and the only one we found had a ton of police out front so we ended up getting a milkshake somewhere else. We sat and ate and talked in a Target parking lot, then I finally drove him home. As we were saying goodbye, he said he has something for me and he’ll be right back and that he’s leaving his back as insurance. He came back, said some nice stuff to me, and grabbed my hand and put something inside of it. I opened my hand and it was the poop emoji I kept trying to steal when we first started flirting at camp. We kissed each other goodbye and I drove home crying (first time crying over a boy woo).

Since then, we’ve been talking pretty much every day. We don’t have too exciting of text conversations, but we Skype every so often and play Civ against each other. It’s been getting to the point where I’m almost always the one to start the text conversations, but I’m trying to not look too much into that and just let whatever happens happen. I’m coming home for a football game at Stanford in November, and he said he’d try to visit that weekend. Idk, I know this is dumb cuz we’re so long-distance, didn’t really date for a decent amount of time, and even when I’m home he still lives 3 hours away, but hey I like talking to him so I’m just gonna keep it up. Plus having brief text conversations every day or two takes very little effort, and there’s nobody else I’d possibly date, so I don’t feel like I’m making any sacrifice. I know he likes me a lot (or at least he used to), but I’m still slightly insecure that now that we’re not with each other all the time he’s getting bored of me. Granted the only reason I have this fear is cuz he usually doesn’t text first, but I also know he has this fear too even when I constantly reassure him I like talking to him, so I’m not too worried. And whenever we do Skype or whatever he seems to like talking to me. Idk, I’m trying to put as little pressure on this as possible and be happy wherever it goes. He always says he loves how “chill” me and my family are, since his family is so not, so I think he probably still overthinks everything. Oh well, live and let live.

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smorebin · 8 years ago

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Take My Wasabi| Pt 1

Okay so this whole thing is based on exactly what the title says “Take My Wasabi and it is dedicated to the lovely @taecup who misread a text for this. But the line hasn’t even been said yet so forgive me. It should definitely be in the next chapter. So enjoy

Genre: Fluff/Angst

Word Count: 8.4k (MOM YOU SHOULD BE PROUD OF ME)

Warnings: -

Summary: What happens when Yuta beats Doyoung to the draw, once again?

“Just give the poor guy a chance.” Your friend told you as you complained about how the school’s new international playboy, Yuta Nakamoto, chose you as his next target. For what she saw it as, it was just some cute guy pining over you, not the self-conceited jerk dropping hearts like they were dead flies, who though he was king of the campus. To be fair though, she didn’t attend the same school.

“But it’s not like that, he is the only guy in a five mile radius that makes me want to punch out all four of his front teeth, but he’d still probably look good so what’s the point.” You lied down next to her on the bed.

“See, you think he is good looking!” She shouted in triumph.

“Of course I can’t deny someone’s physical attractiveness. But, I can detest their personal likability as much as I want. “ You turned your head on your pillow on your pillow so you were facing her.

“I still don’t see the problem with a measly date. Let the guy treat you then be done with him.” She raised her eyebrows.

“I’m not as dishonest as you, pabo.” You flicked her forehead. “I’m not going to go out with anyone unless I genuinely like them.”

Well, that was a week ago. Here you were standing in front of your locker looking at the large bouquet of flowers sitting inside of it, with a smirking Yuta behind the open door. Shutting the door on the bouquet, you turned to face the Japanese man. Surprisingly, he quickly stood up and interlocked his hands behind his back. Most of the times he came by your locker to ask you out (for the, you lost count after the 57th, time) he was leaning back, smirking, thinking he had finally caught you in his trap of devious smiles and pretty gifts. But this time he seemed actually attentive to your answer, maybe that’s why you said what you said next.

“Downtown movie theaters, 6 pm, I’ll buy tickets, you handle food and drinks. I have to be home by 10 so don’t make it last longer than that.”

That was 2 days ago. Now you were sitting in front of the theater wit the tickets in hand, waiting for him to show up. Glancing down at your watch you noticed Yuta was already fifty minutes late, and for some reason you seemed slightly disappointed. Maybe because it was your first time out with a man excluding your family members. Maybe because it was your first time being stood up. Maybe it was because part of you was hoping Yuta Nakamoto was serious about pursuing you. But you didn’t give up hope on the black haired man showing up until he was actually two and a half hours late. Finally you went home and fell asleep with an even worse impression of Yuta Nakamoto than you did to begin with.

The next day at school you wished to act like nothing happened when you opened your locker to find no grand gift or statement of apology. To be honest, you didn’t even want to open the envelope you found sitting on top of all your books. You knew it would be a simple letter explaining how he had to use you to win some bet he couldn’t stand backing down from, or worse, watched you wait for him because he was just satisfied in knowing he won you over.

Just as you were about to open it and face the truth of the situation, Doyoung came by and jokingly slammed your door shut. Looking down he saw you holding the unopened envelope in your hands. He also noticed the apprehensive look plastered across your features. He quickly grabbed the envelope and turned away from you. Once the paper left your hands, it snapped you out of your inner turmoil.

Rounding him, you reached for the envelope, which he help well above both of your heads. “You jerk! Give it back Doyoung!” You cried, hitting his chest.

“Why? It’s not like there’s a confession in here or anything. It’s probably just your test scores which you’ve never stopped bragging about so now I am just going to be the one to see them first.” He chuckled at your child-like behavior of slapping his chest.

“They aren’t test scores Doyoung! Give it back!” You jumped trying to reach the small package. Still he wouldn’t take no for an answer. Anyways, why would it matter if he found out, it’s not like he had purchase on you, much less a crush, if anything at all. He would just be upset that you gave into Yuta’s trap, right? Even after that he would probably sit on top of the school walls with you and let you rant about how much you hated Yuta Nakamoto, right? So, you gave up trying to grasp the letter. Once he noticed you bringing down your hands, he did the same, still hesitant that you would try and grab it. He finally let the envelope drop in front of his face. He quickly ripped it open and pulled out the contents.

His eyes widened when he realized what it was,and as he continued to read, his spirits seemed to fall to the point he couldn’t continue reading. Doyoung’s arms dropped to his side and he let the paper fall from his hands onto the floor, without a world he turned and walked away from you. As he seemed really affected by the contents of the letter, you cautiously picked it up.

“Dear Y/N,

It’s my fault. It really is. I was an idiot, and one that let you follow him into this. I saw you waiting there for me last night and I couldn’t do what I had said I would. To tell you the truth, and you probably already assume this, but I made I bet to prove I could get you within a week’s time. But seeing you waiting for me, I couldn’t bear to play with your emotions even though my name is practically the brand of this sort of game at this point.

I hope you didn’t wait too long, for me that is. You should’ve at least enjoyed the movie without my presence there. I’m sure it was a great one. If you didn’t maybe we could start over and I ask you out properly. But I guess I will understand if you want me to never talk to you again. I hope that isn’t the case though, I couldn’t stand having you ignore me over this.

Just know that I truly like you Y/N, I REALLY like you. But I have no expectations for you to like me back, not in the slightest. With my reputation, and with what I have put you through these past couple of days, and this letter right now, I probably seem like the biggest douchebag in the entire world, don’t I?

Since this is long already, and I am probably making the biggest fool of myself for repeating the same concept of apology over and over again, I want to work up the courage to apologize to you in person. Right now, I think I would make a bigger fool of myself that way than through this letter. Just… meet me under that big cherry blossom tree you read in every chance you get, this way I can apologize in front of you.

Love,

The guy who seriously screwed up.”

You were about to throw the letter into the trash when a girl, maybe a grade two, came up to you.

“Doyoung… Doyoung-sunbae… Yuta-sunbae… courtyard... fight….” She let out between labored breaths.

“Wait, Doyoung is fighting with Yuta right now?” She shook her head violently, still gasping for air.

You quickly left her behind and ran to the courtyard, only to see Doyoung having Yuta pinned against the wall. It was no secret, the rivalry between the two, but it was merely only desire to beat the other in anything they did, but to see the usually docile and quiet Doyoung have his opponent pinned roughly against the wall, Yuta must have definitely done something to set him off.

As you got closer, pushing your way through the forming crowd, you were able to make out parts of their heated argument.

“You knew. You knew and you still thought that it was okay to play your stupid game.” Doyoung spit in his face.

“It’s not like the player I was after was yours for the taking in the first place.” Yuta cocked and eyebrow and shot back at him. He didn’t even seem fazed by the high possibility of Doyoung raising his fist to have it collide with his face.

“There’s this thing called respect, asshole, and to know your place. You knew what I was going to do and you just had to take the chance and screw it up.” He jabbed his finger into Yuta’s chest, punctuating the last three words.

“That’s the price you pay for being a coward.” He smirked and rolled his head to the side. “At least I have the guts to go after what I want, not worrying about what was in my way. She’s so naive, I knew a couple bouquets and well written letters would do the trick. Plus, she would look good on my arm, don’t you think? That comment broke Doyoung’s last straw and his free hand flew up and landed down right on Yuta’s cheek, tossing his head to the side. With the change of angle, it brought you into Yuta’s line of vision and something changed in his eyes. He suddenly jerked back up and looked into Doyoung’s eyes. “I like her,I really do. It’s just really fun to get on your nerves. But the thing is, I’m sure she’s heard what this fight is about at this point, and, is she even aware of your feelings for her? Or do you just stay in the friendzone because you don’t want to lose her?”

“She’s got a lot going for her right now, much less a boyfriend, so I keep my distance, which I advise that you do the same, or else the red mark will turn into a black eye, understood?” Doyoung backed off Yuta, letting him stand on his own without his back pressed painfully against a wall. For the second time today, Doyoung walked away from an important scene. Your first thought was to run after him, but Yuta slid against the wall and held his cheek after the crowd had dispersed.

Doyoung was never able to control his strength.

You walked cautiously over to where Yuta’s figure was leaned against the wall. “Did he hit you hard?” You crouched down to his level.

He quickly straightened up and looked you in the eye. “I’m fine, why aren’t you chasing after him?” He glanced in the direction Doyoung walked off in.

“He needs time to cool down, do you want to go to the nurse?” You asked, turning the tables back to him.

“I’ll be fine.” He smiled and poked his cheek to prove it, which ultimately backfired, once he poked it, his face contorted into a wince and small whine left his lips.

“You’re going to the nurse.” You stood up and held out your hand for him to grab. Once he had stood up himself, he didn’t let go of your hand.

“You’re old enough to walk on your own, your not a kindergartener nor are your legs or hand injured.” You pulled your hand gently out of his grasp.

“Sorry, I just thought you were showing some sort of emotion for me.” He let his head hang down.

“I am, it’s called empathy, you just got beat up by my best friend, I’m apologizing for him.” You said, and continued walking the way to the nurse’s office.

Catching up to you, he asked “So what made you two become friends in the first place?”

“Simple really, I was new in town and he was the goody-two-shoes of the block, he was the person who came and helped my family unload the moving truck, and invited me to hang out with him, and walk to school with him, he showed me around the campus, you know, the whole nine yards. He was the one kid in class that was willing to be nice to the ‘foreign kid’, and I really appreciated that.

“Wow, sounds like you go way back.” He muttered. Just then you both walked into your destination. The nurse looked up at the both of you.

“He ran into a door as it was opening from the other side and his cheek is red and still hurts, can you give him ice please?”

“Sure hun, just have him go sit over there.” She got up from the desk where she was sitting and rushed over to the freezer with ice and you made Yuta sit down. While she was busy preparing the ice pack, he turned to you.

“Why did you tell her that I was ran into a door when you clearly know that I was in a fight?”

“Did you want the demerit points? It would probably only further you to your suspension.” You gave him the ‘you’re an idiot’ look.

“Oh.” Was his only answer. Just then you phone ringed. Pulling it from your pocket, you saw a text from Doyoung.

Hey, can you meet me at the playground? You know, right behind the big slides?

You quickly texted him back.

Sure, we probably need to talk anyways.

Looking up from your phone, Yuta gave you a curious look. “He asked you to meet him didn’t he?”

“Yeah, I have to go, stay here till the redness goes away okay.” You called out to the nurse that you had to leave.

You rushed to the playground that was on the opposite side of the street that the school was on. You remembered when some older kids were picking on you behind the slides and Doyoung came and punched the first guy square in the face, since then, it had been the place that you and Doyoung would meet whenever something was on the other person’s mind.

You approached the slides and you saw Doyoung drawing what looked like miscellaneous patterns in the sand but when you got closer you realized it was hearts, but when he noticed you walking towards him, he quickly erased them from the sand.

You sat down next to him and said the first thing that was on your mind. “Why did you hit him?”

“Because he found out something he shouldn’t have and he decided that it was okay to act on something that wasn’t his decision.” He glared down at the ground.

“Come on Doyoung, I’m your best friend, you seriously don’t think that I know that it is more than something than that? All you two usually do is bark nonsense at each other. I’ve never seen one of you two make the move to bite until today.” You put your hand on his shin. “If you need to vent about how much of an idiot and how clueless he is and how he thinks he rules the world, then I am here to hear you out.”

“It’s not that Y/N!” He almost shouted. He rested his head in his hands, his fingers slightly pulling at his hair. “Listen, I… I can’t tell you what set me off, yet. I can’t tell you yet. It’s not right for me too with what has already happened.”

“Doyoung, I was there when you had him pinned up against the wall, I know it was more than something you can hold in. A player, a game? Your’s for the taking? What was all that about.” You asked him as he lifted his head.

“Does it even matter? It’s not like he hasn’t already taken that away from me too.” He looked at you. “Why didn’t you run after me after I left if you were there?” He gazed into your eyes.

“I took the guy, who’s head you sent reeling, to the nurse’s office, I know how you are, you needed time to cool down before you could talk to anyone.”

“He deserved to go reeling.” He shook his head.

“Doyoung, you keep telling me that, yet you won’t tell me what is actually going on, I can’t help you if I don’t even know what’s wrong in the first place.” You pleaded with him.

“Do you really want to know what’s wrong? You promise me that it won’t change anything between us?” He started into your eyes, with the sincerity and slight frustration in them, it almost looked like he was gazing into your soul, looking for the truth within it.

“When has anything you told me come between our friendship? You know I would never give it up for anything in the world.” You gazed straight back at him.

“Maybe that’s the problem.” He sighed, not dropping the gaze he so intensely held.

“That I don’t want anything to become in between us?”

“That you only think of me as a friend after I have tried to tell you how much I love you countless times, and after that I tried to hide those feelings so that you don’t disappear from my life forever and that I try and tell myself that I am okay seeing you be with other people but when I read that letter I thought that I finally lost my chance and what was worse was that I was talking to someone about that I was going to finally confess my feelings and that jerk overheard me and that was when this whole game started and knowing that he was just trying to play you was even worse and I had no choice but to sit back and watch. I just wanted to be the one to finally hold your hand and make you happy and take you out to that stupid little sushi place you love so much and have study dates and you force me to work and why didn’t I have the guts to tell you before all of this started?” He let out all in one breath, running his sentences together.

After listening and processing all he said, your hand slowly dropped from the place where it rested on his shin.

“See, I shouldn’t have told you, I should’ve just protected you from getting hurt on the sidelines, I should’ve done something when I saw Yuta first trying to win you over, I should’ve-” You cut him off.

“You should’ve told me a long time ago Doyoung, but, I… I need time to think all of this through. So much has happened this week, this conversation isn’t over, our friendship isn’t over, and… I just need a breather okay?”

“You… you aren’t turning down my confession are you?” His head finally dropped, breaking the stare down that was taking place.

“I don’t know what I am doing right now, okay? I’m not leaving you alone though.” You started standing up, gently throwing out your hand for him to take. Once he grabbed it, he stood up with you, also not letting go of it, making him the second person to do that to you today. For some reason, you didn’t make a move to release yourself from his grip. Something about his hand holding yours had a different effect than Yuta’s did. Doyoung’s enveloped your’s completely, something you hadn’t noticed before, but it felt comfortable. Yuta’s was more proportioned to yours, seemingly easier to interlock fingers but, it was more awkward on your part.

You started leading him back to the school campus, and once you were both back inside the school grounds, the bell had rung, signaling the beginning of break. During this time you would usually go meet up with Doyoung under the large cherry blossom tree and you would force him to read to you, but you didn’t want to go there anymore, at least not today, instead you directed him to the wall on the far side of the school.

“We just came back to campus, you aren’t planning on ditching the whole day are you?” He looked questioningly at the wall.

“Nope, we are going to sit up there and you are going to listen to me rant about all that is wrong in the world and not talk once.” You chuckled.

“And if I don’t want to?” He poked your side.

“Then I guess we can’t be friends anymore.” You joked back. Just then, you reached the wall. You first threw your backpack up and over as the land was only slightly shorter than wall on the other side. After Doyoung had thrown his backpack over as well, he latticed his fingers together and let you put your foot inside of it, helping you scale the wall. Though it was still awkward between you, it was such a routine that was even more awkward without it.

Once you were sitting up on the ledge, he back up a little bit and raced to the wall, jumping at the last second so his hands could brace the edge and push himself up.

“So what do you want to talk about? We have a full hour.” He looked down at his watch.

“I don’t know, I was going to rant to you about Nakamoto but I’m deciding against that right now. I was going to talk about us but I’m still processing everything so that is out of the question. We could talk about dramas but you are probably tired of hearing me fawn over Song Joong Ki and Park Hyung Sik so I will let you be on that subject.” You groaned. “Why does this have to be so hard, it was so much easier when I was ignorant to the world.”

“Ignorance is bliss, but bliss is short lived.” Doyoung commented, leaning back on his hands, facing you. “Speaking of short lived bliss.” He glared down at the dark haired boy walking towards your direction.

Looking down, you noticed who he was talking about, Yuta was walking towards the both you, but would stop every few seconds, hesitating, as if thinking about what to say when he arrived. The first thing you thought of was, he really is cute when he is hesitant, but you quickly shook the thoughts away as he finally approached you. Looking up at you, he started to blush, bringing back your previous thoughts.

“Would you mind talking with me?” He asked, completely ignoring Doyoung’s presence, which was probably better off for the both of them.

“I’m kind of busy right now Yuta.”

Doyoung, actually cut in, “Go with him, it’s not like we were getting anywhere up here.” He turned his head away from you as he spoke. For some reason it pissed you off that he was acting like this. You understood that this was how he reacted and processed information. That he would give everyone the cold shoulder and focus on other things until he knew what he wanted to do to try and solve the problem at hand. But it really pissed you off that the one time that you were willing to try a work through something with him involving confrontation, and especially confession, that he wanted to act like a betrayed middle schooler with hormonal issues. It pissed you off that he blew off the lid at not only Yuta but you as well, without trying to clean up the mess afterwards, without thinking about what would happen before he acted. It pissed you off that after confessing, he didn’t even seem to want to hear your answer.

“Fine.” You replied curtly, jumping down from the wall, without waiting for one of them to help you down.

Once your feet set foot on solid ground again, Yuta looked down and you and smiled “Thanks for talking with me.”

“Like he said, it’s not like I am getting anywhere with him right now anyways.” You glanced up and Doyoung, who was still turned away from the both of you.

“At least he is still your friend… I mean, you practically hated me before this, and I’m sure you hate me even more know.” Yuta casted his gazed to his shoes.

“I don’t… I don’t hate you okay? Everything is just confusing. I don’t know who to believe any more and as much as I want to work this out and then leave it in the past, it seems to keep coming back to haunt me and it’s only day one. I’m honestly just so confused right now.”

“How about I make it simple then.” He asked, definitely more courageous than he was mere seconds ago.

“And how can you do that Yuta?”

“I like you. Doyoung likes you. Choose.” He said rather flatly.

“How does that make this any more simple Yuta?” You shook your head. “It only makes it more complicated. Much less that I can’t seem to escape either of you.” You said, when your conscience cut in. But there is one that you don’t mind sticking around. You quickly shook yourself of the thoughts.

“How does it make it more complicated? I told you flat out what was going on, and have confessed my feelings to you over three times and you still can’t make a decision?” His eyes pleaded with you.

“Do you even understand that no matter how many times you tell someone that you like them, that doesn’t mean that they will like you back? Do you realize that even after telling someone something like that three different times, when someone else only told you once, it doesn’t mean that you automatically win the fight? Do you realize that fighting in front of the person you are trying to win affection from makes you both seem worse in her eyes? Do you realize that people you already had connections to beforehand are the people you are going to stick by in the end, no matter the decision you make?”

“But I did have a connection to you before all of this happened…” He trailed off.

“A connection you broke three years ago Yuta, grow up. Doyoung has been with me since I moved to Korea, he has been with me on the first day to every school I have been to. He has been with me through every heartbreak, including your own. And no matter how much he pisses me off and gets on my nerves and fights with people and hurts himself, he has still been the one to be there at the end of the day and listen to every stupid problem or rant I have told him. So what connection do you think wins this round.”

You picked up your backpack that was previously on the ground and pushed past the tall man without another word. Maybe it was best to avoid both of them until you were able to sort yourself out.

With 30 minutes left to the break, you walked over to a bench and sat down, resting your head in your hands, trying not to think about anything in the moment led you to think about everything.

Yuta was the new, shy kid at school during freshman year, he barely spoke Korean and he didn’t understand certain honorifics and such, it was hard for him in school as it was and the learning curve of a different language challenged him even more. You understood him, you related to him, you pitied him, and that was your biggest downfall.

When he first came to the school, he was barely fluent in Korean, much less English, which was the class period you had shared with him. You were fluent in both Korean and English, coming from a family that spoke English but moved to Korea while you were still young. This made you the prime candidate to be his English tutor, which at the time, you were more than willing to be.

He was ignorant, he didn’t understand the importance of being able to speak English.

~Flashback~

“Yuta… can you please just explain to me the word ‘syntax’?” You practically begged him as he leaned back in the chair.

“What does it even matter? I suck at Korean, so what makes you think I can even come close to understanding English?” He asked, letting the legs of the chair fall back to the floor with a bang.

“It matters because it is practically required if you want to find a liveable job in Korea!” You let out an exasperated sigh, you had been fighting with him for the past twenty-five minutes, still getting nowhere.

“It’s useless then, I plan on moving back to Osaka as soon as I can get out of this hellish place.”

“You won’t be able to do that if you don’t pass this English class, Yuta.” One more comment and you were leaving the empty classroom and telling Mr.Choi that he would have to find someone else willing to tutor Yuta.

“What do you want to do once you can leave this hell hole?” The question took you off guard.

“If I answer it, will you answer my question?” He nodded eagerly. “I want to be a linguist. I know three languages, learning a fourth, and I love history, so I thought it would be a good career.” You sighed. “Now what is the definition of ‘syntax’?”

“It’s the study of the correct form of a sentence in English, where certain phrases and words go within it.” He answered with definity, slightly pissing you off that he wouldn’t answer the question to begin with.

After you went through the rest of lesson and you were about to leave, he called out after you. “I’ll make a deal with you.”

Turning back around, you glanced at the smirk on his face. “What kind of a deal?”

“A simple one, really. Every day that you tutor me, I get to ask one question, and of course you have the right to deny answering it, but then I get to ask a different one. After I ask the question, and get an answer I am able to believe, I’ll listen and try my hardest in every lesson you give me.”

“I think you have yourself a deal, Yuta Nakamoto.” You smiled, turning back around to leave.”

~End of Flashback~

That’s how it was, every day you would walk in and set down the materials he had to learn that day, and before you started working, he would ask a sometimes random question, other times building on questions he had asked before. To be honest, you started enjoying him wanting to get to know more about you, and you started asking him similar questions.

From there it was appropriate to say a weird sorts-of relationship, playful but benefiting to each of you. And one day Yuta decided to finally act on what was going on between you and asked you out to a movie date, of course you said yes. To be honest, you were more excited than you should have been, which was why what happened next hurt more than it should have. You were waiting outside of the theatre, waiting for Yuta to show up, when out of the corner of your eye you saw a familiar flop of midnight hair. Turning to your left you saw Yuta laughing with another girl, with his arm slung around her shoulder, with him kissing her cheek before you started walking in the direction of the theatre, leading you to assume he was leaving one date to head to another.

You quickly left the scene and made up a quick story to try and explain why you stood him up when you talked to him the next day. And you did, the worst is that he didn’t seem even the slightest bit of upset when you lied through gritted teeth of your brother breaking his arm and having to go to the hospital with him, he blew it off and said that you could make it up another time, not like you would make the same mistake again.

The next day you went to Mr. Choi and asked him to excuse you from being Yuta’s tutor. Luckily, during the time that you had been working with him, he managed to raise his grade to a passing one. The one person who was there for you during the foolish heartbreak you felt, was Doyoung. He even threatened to go beat him to a pulp but you wouldn’t let him. If you remembered correctly, that was what started to horrible rivalry between the two. Before that, Doyung was happy that you had found a friend in a foreigner like he had with you, but the second that he had learned what happened, he swore that he could never look at Yuta the same. One could say that, that day was the beginning of Yuta’s famous playboy reputation. It seemed like the language barrier wasn’t stopping him from fooling everyone.

Now here you were, sitting on a lonely park bench, trying to figure out your feelings for the person who broke you heart in a foolish situation 3 years ago, and the person who helped you through much worse than just that. Your heart said one while your mind was somehow still split between the two. Just as you were trying to force yourself to come to a decision, the bell for homeroom rang.

Heading to class, you decided to let your lessons consume your mind until you had to force yourself to come to conclusion. After throwing yourself into your last 3 lessons, you left campus as soon as you could, not waiting for Doyoung like you usually would.

This lasted for about 2 weeks, ignoring both of them,heading the opposite direction if you saw them heading your way, ducking out of sight if you noticed them too late. It wasn’t just Yuta or Doyoung that you were ignoring, your family started noticing it too, how you would lock yourself up in your room, no longer the happy virus that always brought a smile to their faces after a long day at work. One day, your mom entered your room to see you with your knees to your chest, arms wrapped around them, staring at an old polaroid of you and Doyoung. You were on his back, arms wrapped around his neck, legs about his waist. He was doubled over in half laughter, a fourth pain from you suddenly jumping on his back, and a fourth surprise. You both had large smiles on your faces, all because it was your first chance to go on vacation together. When you think about it, this was one of happiest memories period. He really was your rock.

“Honey, what’s going on?” She asked, sitting down along the bed post with you. “Something’s obviously bothering you, I haven’t seen Doyoung around in quite a while, and that’s not like him… is he okay?”

“I don’t know..” You sighed, twirling the polaroid between your fingers. “I haven’t talked to him for two weeks.” You said, glancing towards her. You heard a small gasp escape her lips.

“That… that’s not normal, Y/N. Usually I can’t get you to shut up about something he said or did, now you haven’t even talked to him in two weeks?” She scooted closer to you, “did you two fight?”

“Not… not necessarily?” You leaned back. “It was more like he punched a guy at school, then confessed to me, then tried to talk to me, then the same guy came to talk to me and he kinda shut down.”

“Can I ask you one thing?”

“When has my answer ever stopped you in the first place?” You smiled.

“Never.” She stuck her tongue out. “You like Doyoung, don’t you?”

“Of course I like Doyoung, he is my best friend! He has been there for me through thick and thin. He has beat up bullies for me, and been beaten up by bullies for me, he helped when when I still didn’t quite understand the language. He bought me countless lunches when I foolishly forgot mine. He’s tutored me when I didn’t understand a concept. He has really done everything for me. He even paid fully for a vacation for us last year. I even remember how many times he turned me down to hang out because he had work, I was so upset, then he surprised me with that once he had paid it all off.”

“No, I’m asking you if you are interested in him as a man, not as a friend. Because it really seems like you are, and during the beginning of secondary school for you both, your father and I were actually convinced for a long while that you two were dating.” She let off a weak laugh.

“I guess we do seem that way, but why am I only viewing it like this now? Why can’t it go back to the way it was when I was obliviously happy for way things were between us?”

“Maybe because it’s time that you acknowledge what you felt for such a long time?” She raised an eyebrow. “I mean, look around your room, there’s not a crack or crevice that doesn’t have his influence in some way. You even have his clothes here because of how often he stays over. The amount of photos pasted on that corkboard is more than your father and I have taken in over 30 years of marriage, you have even more on your laptop. A selfie of you two is your lockscreen and another one is your wallpaper. He PAID for a vacation for the two of you to Jeju Island, and even asked me if it was okay if he took you alone. When he was raising money for the trip, you went and sat idly behind the clerk’s counter for hours on end because ‘you didn’t want him to be lonely’. Honey, you two have acted like a couple for years.”

You smiled looking over at the photos of the two of you in Jeju Island last summer, from candid photos of the each of you, to silly selfies, to posing on top of Hallasan Mountain after reaching Baengnokdam Lake. On the photo in the center, after you had reached Baengnokdam Lake, you had stopped a fellow hiker to take a photo of the both of you.

~Flashback~

“Doyoung… how much farther?” You had probably been complaining for the past 10 minutes.

“Y/N! You were the one who always told me that you wanted to hike Hallasan and now you are asking me how much farther?” He laughed heartily, stepping off the trail so both of you could take a break.

“You didn’t have to surprise me with a trip to Jeju! You should have warned me so that I could work on my fitness beforehand...” You trailed off, pouting.

“It’s all steady ground from here on, probably another 5 minutes.” He smiled.

“Ahhhh, no matter how much I complain, I really wish it would never end.” You turned around to look across the island, you closed your eyes, breathing in the fresh air, still not used to the difference from Guri.

“Such the weird one you are.” He ruffled your hair before you opened your eyes, you heard the click of a shutter.

“What did you take a picture of?” You turned back around from the scenery.

“You.”

“Why? I’m sweaty and ugly right now.” You frowned. He waited for the camera to deposit and started to shake it so the photo would show.

“You looked fine.” He shook his head, chuckling. Once he had finished shaking the polaroid, he put it in his backpack and stepped back onto the trail. Not long after you both continued with the hike, you reached Baengnokdam Lake.

“Waaahhhh. It’s so pretty, Doyoung!” You smiled, leaning against the railing that encompassed the crater’s edge. You thought he mumbled something under his breath, but wasn’t quite able to catch it. “We need a picture of us together!” You glanced over at him, leaning on the rail by your side.

“We can take a selfie?” He offered, pulling both of your phones and the camera from his backpack.

“No, I want a proper photo, a cute one, we just need to find someone else to take it.” You snatched the camera from his grasp. “I want to remember this moment the right way, not with some blurry selfie that cuts out half of our faces.”

Glancing around, you noticed a middle aged woman who just finished taking photos of what appeared to be her family, walking over, you tapped her on the shoulder. “Hello, I was wondering if you wanted me to take a photo of you with your family for you? Then afterwards maybe you could take a photo of us?” You pointed behind yourself at Doyoung, who was already approaching the scene.

“Oh thank you dear! I would love to help take a photo of you two together.” She smiled and handed you her camera, then rushing over to her family, straightening her kids clothes and grouping them back together. After five or so pictures, she left the group again and asked you where you wanted the photo.

“Do you mind if we take one overlooking the lake and then another one overlooking the rest of Jeju?”

“Not at all, dear.” She smiled warmly again, moving back to let Doyoung slide in next to you. Once he was closer, he wrapped his arm around you, pulling you into his chest. The woman quickly snapped a photo, then let you move to the other side of the railing that overlooked the rest of Jeju. This time Doyoung moved behind you and wrapped his arms around your neck and rested his head on your’s. After she had snapped another photo, he moved from behind you and bowed to her, thanking her for taking the time to take the photos.

“No problem, I love seeing young couples having fun and getting active. Plus such cute couples at that.” She smiled and nudged Doyoung’s arm.

“Oh, we’re not together, ma’am.” He blushed, looking back at you, gauging your reaction.

When you blushed as well, upon hearing her comment, he quickly bowed again and thanked her once more and she turned around and retreated back to her family after apologizing for assuming you were a couple.

“I’m sorry about that… maybe I shouldn’t have done those poses.” Doyoung looked down at his feet.

“You’re fine, Doyoung. Plus the photos are super cute, so who cares?” You went up and hugged him reassuringly. No matter the strength Doyoung possessed, he never seemed to show it around you unless absolutely necessary. It was like he mellowed out when you were around.

“You sure?” He looked down at you after you pulled away from the hug.

“Positive.” You stared back up at him until a thought came to your mind. “I’ll race you back down!” You shouted, turning around and running. Soon enough though, he was hot on your heels and a few moments later he had passed ahead of you. Looking over his shoulder, he stuck his tongue out, trying to egg you on. Not watching where he was going, he tripped over a rock causing him to fall to the ground with a loud thud. You quickly rushed over to him and when you stooped down to check to see if he was seriously injured he burst out laughing.

“Why are you laughing?” You cried, looking at him incredulously.

“I honestly don’t know.” He continued laughing, looking down at his ankle.

“I can’t believe you.” You said, tenderly grabbing his ankle, touching certain spots to try and get a reaction out of him. “Does it hurt?”

“I think my ass and my pride hurts more than my ankle Y/N.” He chuckled again. “Now come on and help me up, I need to finished beating you in this race.” He stuck his hand out for you to help him up off the ground.

“Um, no. We are not racing anymore, what if you fall again and hurt yourself?” You hoisted him up off the ground with both arms.

“Always such a worry wort, always trying to ruin my sense of adventure.” He pouted in feigned disgust.

“Ya, me being a worry wort is probably why you are still alive today. Remember if it was during the Joseon period, you would have to marry me.” You joked.

“Maybe I will now that you mentioned it, dear life saver.” He joked back, and before you knew it, he lifted you in a bridal position and started walking back down the mountain.

“What the heck do you think you are doing?!” You asked him, banging your fists on his chest.

Not even flinching once, he responded. “Instead of marrying thy fair maiden, I must at least repay her for her deeds, for which I will carry her down the treacherous mountain.” In a horribly fake accent, too. As you continued to bang on his chest, he didn’t even flinch, and continued walking down the trail. Eventually, you decided to give up and let him carry you the rest of the way down. You both received some side-eye glances from other hikers, awww from older men and women and one little girl even tugged on Doyoung’s jacket asking if he was a prince. Of course he had to play along and told her that he had to carry the beautiful maiden down the mountain before he could call her his own, and you did too, which seemed to make her day and as she ran back to her family, she smiled bright, which was exactly what he had hoped for. Finally, and hour or two later, he reached the bottom of the trail and let you stand on your own feet again.

“You are the cheesiest person I know, you know that right?” You glanced at him as you both walked back to the motorcycle he rented just for the occasion, which reminded you of all the money he saved up so he could take you on the trip. “Tell me again why we are taking this trip.”

“I don’t know really, I just remember us always talking about how we wanted to visit Jeju together and this seemed like the perfect time and your parents were okay with it and so were mine, so I started saving money and here we are.”

“Okay, it’s official, you really are the cheesiest person I know.” You laughed as he handed you the helmet. “But it’s gonna mess up my hair!”

“And I don’t care!” He chuckled. “The safety of my best friend is more important than whether or not she looks good with helmet hair afterwards. You would think you would learn by now with how much you ride with me back in Guri.” He shook his head playfully while he slipped his own helmet on.

“You’re lucky I value my own life as well.” He chuckled as you sat behind him on the motorcycle, wrapping your arms around his waist as he revved the engine.

~End of Flashback~

You were snapped out of your daydreaming because of your mom yelling up the stairs that there was someone at the door for you. It wasn’t Doyoung, because he would know better than to come talk to your right now, knowing that you both needed space before you talked about what happened. It wasn’t your only other true friend because she was away visiting family in Gwangju, which was 4 hours away, and that’s by flight. So that left only one other person, and it was the one person you wanted to see the least, at least you had a nagging want for Doyoung to come by and try to apologize.

“Tell him I’ll be right down.” You called, collecting your thoughts together as you walked down the stairs. Once you reached the front door, it was easy to see the mop of silky black hair through the crack made by your mom trying to keep the dogs from running out the door. When you approached behind her, you told her you would only be a little while outside, and shut the door behind you.

“What do you need Yuta?”

“Nice greeting from someone who has been ignoring me for the past two weeks.” He grumbled.

“And what did you think you would get? A welcome home banner? I was ignoring you for a reason.” To say you were upset that he showed up at your house as an understatement.

“I just wanted to apologize for what I did, I never got a chance to.”

“An apology for which incident? Provoking my best friend to hit you? Or maybe trying to talk to me while I was trying to fix one of the most important relationships in my life? Oh wait! Was it the one about undermining the mental stress I am going through with this and pushing me to make a decision on the spot? Ooooo, it’s probably the last one, I bet. Well here’s news to you buddy, I’m the one person in the entire world who probably doesn’t want you tailing her feet at this moment.” You cocked your head, waiting for him to respond.

“I- uhhhh- I’m sorry. I really really, am sorry, is there anything I can do to take back what I said? I’m just frustrated with this whole thing. All I know is that I really like you Y/N and that I can’t lose to that hot-headed jerk.”

“You just added another apology to the list.” You gave him a solemn look before walking back inside and shutting the door lightly. The only thing you didn’t realize is that another person was 10 steps away from your driveway with flowers in hand and had watched the whole scene, emotions bubbling up inside. Confusion being evident, but more than ever, the frustration of being beaten to the task once again.

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31 adorable Proposal stories

1. He Proposed With Origami Cranes

“There’s a Japanese tradition that says if you fold a thousand cranes and make a wish, that wish will come true. So, over the course of several months, I folded a thousand origami cranes and hid them so he wouldn’t find them. Once I had a thousand, I woke up early and hung them from the ceiling outside our bedroom, making a forest at the end of it. I stood at the end, holding up a note that explained why there were cranes, and that my wish was for us to spend the rest of our lives together.

It worked.” — Quouar

2. He Proposed On A Roller Coaster

“I’m not married but I’m recently engaged. I proposed by holding a piece of paper on a rollercoaster ride and unfolded it when it took a picture during the ride. I then took her to the screen and stood behind her while she looked at the picture and held out the ring.” — stagedivesandhigh5s

3. He Proposed During A Play

“My parents love to act and they were playing opposite each other in a play at a local theater after they had dated for a while. My Dad’s character in the show falls in love with my Mom’s character and proposes during the show. During one performance, my Dad switched out the prop ring for a real one and proposed on stage during the show. No one knew he was really proposing except for them, even though they were in front of 300 people.” — brenswen

4. He Proposed With A Prank

“My father had a friend on the police force. He called ahead and asked him to wait at a certain spot in the road, While my father tried to impress my mother with some speeding in the car his cop friend pulled out behind them and pulled them over, My mother didn’t think anything of it, because after all they were speeding. So the cop asked my father to get out of the car and put his hands on the hood, then asked to tell my mother to do the same, When they both get out there together in front of the car, My dad got down on one knee and proposed.” —[deleted]

5. He Proposed While Playing A Video Game

“I beat Pokemon Blue with only a Blastoise and a level 11 Sandshrew for HMs. He knew I was doing this.

After beating the game, I went and caught five more and asked him if he thought he could beat my Pokemon team. He was confused as he thought I just had a Blastoise so he said yes!

I kneeled and handed him my game, open to my six Sandshrew that had the names ‘Will’ ‘You’ ‘Marry’ ‘Me,’ ‘First Name’ ‘Last Name?’.

Still married!” — this-is-my-design

6. He Proposed With His Camera

“I do photography as a hobby (well, used to). I created a ‘will you marry me’ sign, and took a photo of it, and left it on my memory card.

A few days later, while my girlfriend and I were on holidays in Canada, I was taking some photos, and after she had walked a few meters away, I quickly flicked back to the proposal photo, and called out, ‘Honey, come and have a look at this photo!’ (this was nothing unusual). While she came over, I knelt down and got a different lens out of my camera bag, as well as the ring, surreptitiously.

When she came over, I handed her the camera, which had ‘will you marry me?’ on the screen, got onto one knee, and held up the ring.

Then she just started crying, and I was like ‘oh shit’, but it turned out crying meant yes.” — [deleted]

7. He Proposed Before A Run

“We had planned to go for a run on Saturday morning. So When she was out with her friends that Friday night, I tied the ring to her running shoes. Then the morning of, I was all excited for a run, and she couldn’t figure out why. Then she went to put her shoes on and saw the ring.” — borno23

8. He Proposed During A Scavenger Hunt

“I’ve made a scavenger hunt type thing where she has to solve a riddle to find the next one, leading us around town to all the sentimental places of our relationship. Going to pop the question on the last one!” — Nikantor22

9. He Proposed With His Cat’s Help

“I hung the ring on a ribbon around my wife’s cats neck to let her find it. When she saw it she had to chase the cat, catch him, and get the ribbon off (he bit the shit out of her!) She put the ring on and we were engaged. I never asked the question.” — twinsrule

10. He Proposed With A Picture

“My husband took me to the San Diego zoo (my favorite place) and we decided to get a caricature. When she turned our drawing around it was of him on one knee and me with hearts for eyes. I looked over at my husband and he was on one knee with a ring. It was really cute. He had arranged the whole thing with the artist days before.” — hugitoutguys

11. He Proposed At Disney

“We are both big Disneyworld fans. We took a week-long vacation there, and on our fourth day, took a break from the parks for some spa time and general relaxation. That evening we had dinner and Victoria & Albert’s (which is phenomenal). On the way out of the restaurant, we were greeted by someone dressed as a Disney cast member.

The ‘cast member’ invited us to take part in a Disney promotion, we just had to take part in a short treasure hunt. My then-girlfriend eagerly accepted, and soon we were down on the beach near the Seven Seas Lagoon. We found a star in the sand, and dug up a small treasure chest that had been shallowly buried. Inside was an electric candle and a note (because I didn’t trust them with the ring).

I took a knee and gave my speech, perfectly timed with those reliable Wishes fireworks. She smiled. It was perfect.” — [deleted]

12. He Proposed With A Fortune Cookie

“I’m Chinese. I made her Chinese food and afterwards gave her a fortune cookie. I’d taken the fortune out and replaced it with my proposal, and re-heat-sealed the package.” — Bramphousian

13. He Proposed With A Card Game

“We’re both big fans of the card game Dominion. So I organized a game with her and my friend (who had the ring, since my wife has a tendency to touch around where my pockets are… I was afraid she’d feel the ring), and I took one of the blank cards that came with the game, and created my own Action card called Engagement.

It had a crudely-drawn picture of a ring (I’m an absolutely pathetic artist), and underneath it said

+1 Ring

+1 Fiancée

+1 ‘Yes!’

If you’re wondering about the presumption of the +1 ‘Yes!’ I was already very confident she’d say yes. Anyway, I rigged the card setup so that I would start the game with that card. Normally (except for Dark Ages expansion) nobody can play Action cards within the first 2 turns, so when I announced in my first turn that I’d be playing an Action, it confused her.

So I played the Engagement card, and then my friend handed me the ring and I got down on one knee, yadda yadda yadda.” — Erekai

14. He Proposed In His Pajamas

“At home, on the back deck, summer evening, after I cooked her her favorite meal, candlelight, lanterns, she was wearing pajamas. Was perfect.” — Bangkok_Dave

15. He Proposed Beneath A Waterfall

“I proposed to my wife under a waterfall in a cave.

Eden Falls Cave is in the Boston Mountains in Northwest Arkansas. We had hiked there once before, but hadn’t made it to the waterfall in the back of the cave. You have to crawl for a good 10 meters, but once you make it to the back, it opens up into a large circular room with a high waterfall. Glad a chose the spot, and wouldn’t change a thing!” — SargePants

16. He Proposed Using Books

“I folded the words ‘Will you marry me?’ into books and presented them to her. I also made the ring box out of a R2-D2 mint tin.” — troddeh

17. He Proposed On Christmas Morning

“Christmas morning at her parents house. We had been dating for 11 years so I don’t think anybody thought we would ever get married. We got through all the presents and I go, ‘Wait a minute, I think there’s one more’ and knelt on the floor to rummage through my jacket. Then, knee on the ground, I pivoted towards her and said, ‘I have one other thing for you… but you have to marry me to get it.’” — linecookdaddy

18. He Proposed At A Stadium

“I was the Bud Light ‘Mr. Stadium Scoreboard Marriage Proposal Guy’. Cringe worthy on the surface, but it was perfect for us.

It was the 1 year anniversary of our first date, which was at a baseball game. I arranged to get the same seats and got the front office to work with me, etc. However, I took it a step further, and had all of her friends/my friends at the game. They all ‘hid’ in a restaurant overlooking the field until the time came. In between innings they had one of those trivia games where they ask fans to guess an answer from the scoreboard. She was the fan, per the plan. She got the damn question wrong – which meant no $50 Dave and Busters gift card – but then they told her I had another question. Yada yada yada, she said yes, tried to call all her friends, they didn’t answer, went to the restaurant overlooking the field and they were all there.

It was pretty awesome to share it with all our friends and we made the 11pm news…the sportscaster used the pun ‘instead of dime-a-dog night, it was diamond dog night tonight at the ballgame’. I’m pretty sure my parents have it on VHS somewhere.” — CJsDad

19. He Proposed Like The Movie Tangled

“This just happened a few weeks ago for me. She always joked that if I proposed it had to be like the lantern scen from Tangled. So, I bought 10 paper lanterns, drew Rapunzel’s sun on one of them with gold marker and was set. Plan was to set it up in our place before meeting her downtown fit dinner. Problem was that because I work out of town, her dad has our spare key to watch our dog and I forgot to ask her to leave the main key for me, so I was locked out. On our way home from dinner I suggested she take a bath; I’d even run it for her and make it all nice. Didn’t fly, she just wanted a quick shower and watch some TV before bed. While she was in the shower, and getting changed, I quickly set up 5 of the lanterns and locked her in the bedroom while I finished. I got her to close hey eyes and led her out and got on my knee. Didn’t go as planned but, she still said yes.” — huntergreenhoodie

20. He Proposed Through A Love Letter

“My step dad was in the air force and got stationed over in Korea for a few years after him and my mom had started dating. They wrote each other back and forth, huge 20 page letters, this was back in the early 90’s so cell phones weren’t a thing and international calls from landlines were mega expensive, so they only talked like once a month on the phone and other than that wrote huge letters. Then one day my mom get a letter from him. One page, written in huge letters, ‘WILL YOU MARRY ME??’ Obviously she accepted, and they just celebrated their 20th anniversary on Valentines Day.” — breezy84

21. He Proposed In Front Of Cinderella Castle

“I did it alongside the Disney World castle. I wanted to do it in front of the castle but there was a show going on in front of it — therefore a lot of people and thus made me even more nervous. So I found a little place off to the right. Asked her sister to take our picture and dropped to one knee. As she said yes, the show ended and fireworks went off. You can see the fireworks in the pictures. Ultimately it was perfect timing. Free fireworks as she said yes.” — Tyler2191

22. He Proposed Inside A Movie Theater

“I made a fake movie trailer and had it played inside the theater before a movie.” — roryfox

23. He Proposed At The Renaissance Fair

“At the renaissance faire. I found a nice clearing off to the side and suggested to the group that it would be a good place to take some pictures of all of us in our outfits. We started with just the girls, then the guys, finally couples. I handed my camera to my friend and he took some simple pictures of my then-girlfriend and I together. Then I dropped to one knee and took off my hat, he captured every moment. The look on her face was priceless. When I rose back to my feet, there was a small crowd gathered behind our friends, applauding. Then we celebrated with some mead! For the rest of the day, visitors, performers and cast members all congratulated us. We were like celebrities, it was awesome.” — CoffeeJedi

24. He Proposed On Easter

“I put it in a plastic Easter egg along with others that had candy and gave her an Easter basket. I love things like this. She wasnt impressed. Been married 7 years now.” — UselessGadget

25. He Proposed During A Prayer

“It was our first Thanksgiving together and we had only been together three months. I was very pissed off at him because even though he promised me we could go to my family’s Thanksgiving first we ended up at his.

His mom kept giving me glasses of wine and I got mildly buzzed. If I had drank one more glass I would have tipped over into the drunk category. Finally we sit down to dinner, and I’m still fuming to myself about missing my family’s Thanksgiving.

I should have known something was up when he volunteered to pray. He hates religion. Near the end of the prayer he says ‘… And I hope she says yes.’ I look at him, nearly drunk and confused. I look around the table and his entire family is just staring at me, smiling. I’ve never felt more awkward in my life.

He said, ‘Will you marry me?’ Of course I said yes! Other then the fact that I was head over heels in love with him I was drunk at his aunts house with over 10 people staring at me expectantly. Sometimes I regret saying yes, but i never regret loving him. We have a beautiful son and another baby on the way. We’ll be married four years in April.” — MrsKristyLynn

26. He Proposed On The Side Of The Road

“Had a horrible weekend visiting my witch of a mother.

Driving home and he totally threw me off even entertaining the thought of marriage by misleading me in regards to how much money he had at the time.

He said, ‘I have to pee’ and pulled onto the side of the road.

And then in the pouring rain he ran around to my side if the car, opened the door, knelt in the mud and proposed. It was very cute.

He also then spent the next week fretting over whether he did it right!

This was literally a week ago, so still feeling pretty chuffed.” — Tj08

27. He Proposed At Her Graduation Ceremony

“I proposed at my now wife’s Master’s graduation ceremony since her whole family was there.” — MasterAdkins

28. He Proposed During A Picnic

“We’d been talking about getting married for months, and had even gone to a custom jewelers to create our ring together. I knew the ring had been completed, and that he’d gone to pick it up, so I knew the proposal was coming!

He took me to a cafe in the morning for breakfast, then organized a picnic in the park. It was absolutely pouring down with rain though, so we ended up putting down the seats in the back of the car and having a car picnic…he got down on one knee and asked me to marry him with the sweetest and most romantic speech. I still burst into tears, even though I knew it was coming!” — dyingofthefeels

29. He Proposed On A Cruise

“On a cruise, I proposed to him on the bow of the Independence of the Seas while we were there at night watching the stars.” — dhemrick

30. He Proposed First Thing In The Morning

“My now fiance guaranteed that she would be able to sniff out my plan ahead of time, so I took a surprise day off of work and surprised her at 6am with flowers, breakfast in bed, and a ring. She was pleasantly surprised.” — Kramanos

31. He Proposed After The Fireworks

“This past year. Brought friends out from another state to go to Disneyland. Planned it out for my friend to take her camera and take our picture in front of the statue and castle after the fire works. After he took the first one he delayed saying it was out of focus, which distracted her while I pulled out the ring.

She was a bit awe struck and forgot to answer but said yes.

A couple of tweens started bawling and one of them exclaimed rather loudly, ‘I want my love life to be like that!’

While we all laughed, but couldn’t help thinking, ‘You’re 14, you got time.’” — guanerick

50 Proposal Ideas

1. Propose by hiring a skywriter to write Will You Marry Me in the sky.

2. Propose by having the question written on a slip of paper and sticking it inside of a fortune cookie.

3. Propose by attaching the engagement ring to your dog’s collar and letting him bring it to her.

4. Propose on the kiss cam during a sporting event.

5. Propose by creating a scavenger hunt around town for her that ends with you down on one knee.

6. Propose by putting her ring in the bottom of her champagne glass at a restaurant.

7. Propose by having a caricaturist draw a picture of you asking the big question.

8. Propose by getting her favorite author to sign a book for her — and having them write Will You Marry (Name) inside.

9. Propose by creating a scrapbook of pictures and taping the ring to the last page.

10. Propose during a game of Pictionary.

11. Propose by entering a photo booth with her and showing her the ring as the camera flashes to catch her reaction.

12. Propose by giving her a ring or necklace with the words Marry Me inscribed.

13. Propose by writing out the words on a Scrabble board.

14. Propose by getting together a flash mob.

15. Propose by having a celebrity ask the question on Cameo.

16. Propose by hiding the ring inside of her dessert.

17. Propose with a temporary tattoo that says Marry Me.

18. Propose by having your child (or younger sibling or cousin) ask the question for you.

19. Propose while playing The Whisper Challenge.

20. Propose in the middle of karaoke.

21. Propose with a choir.

22. Propose by calling into a radio show and asking the host to dedicate a song to your person.

23. Propose by ordering personalized M&Ms that say Marry Me.

24. Propose with a rap.

25. Propose by hiding the ring inside of a plastic egg during an Easter egg hunt.

26. Propose by carving ‘Marry Me’ into a pumpkin for Halloween.

27. Propose by writing the question on a billboard.

28. Propose during a game of Heads Up.

29. Propose by writing the question in the snow.

30. Propose by writing Marry Me on a message in a bottle and making sure she ‘discovers’ it when you walk along the beach.

31. Propose by writing the message in Christmas lights.

32. Propose by giving her a Build-a-Bear with a voice recording of you popping the question.

33. Propose by hiding the ring inside of a box of her favorite snacks.

34. Propose during a game of Speak Out.

35. Propose by writing the question underneath a kite and then flying it above her.

36. Propose by creating an entire webpage about how much you love her and how you want her to be your wife.

37. Propose by writing Will You Marry Me in the sand at the beach.

38. Propose by hiring a band to show up for a surprise performance.

39. Propose by letting her unwrap her ring as a birthday or anniversary gift.

40. Propose by taking her back to the place where you first met and recreating your first night together.

41. Propose while skydiving.

42. Propose by writing the question in chalk on your driveway.

43. Propose by slipping the ring onto her finger while she is sleeping and seeing her reaction in the morning.

44. Propose by writing and performing a song for her that ends with you popping the question.

45. Propose by making a video compilation and having her watch it with you.

46. Propose by writing the question in rose petals inside the bedroom.

47. Propose by buying space in the local newspaper to tell her how much you love her.

48. Propose by creating a recording of you asking her to marry you and then secretly downloading it onto her iPod.

49. Propose by having your friends and family wear custom t-shirts with the words ‘will’ and ‘you’ and ‘marry’ and ‘me’ written across them.

50. Propose by writing into a television show and asking to pop the question live on air.

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Toni Collette on New 'Fun Mom Dinner,' Finding Both Quality and Quantity in Her Roles

Toni Collette in ‘Fun Mom Dinner’ (Photo: Momentum Pictures)

In the easygoing summer comedy Fun Mom Dinner (now in select theaters and on demand), Toni Collette plays a mother of four young boys who’s totally over the idea of having “mom friends” — until, of course, a memorable night of misbehavior with some fellow preschool moms (played by Molly Shannon, Kate Aselton, and Bridget Everett) changes her mind. Collette, who has two children, has no such qualms about befriending other moms. But she does have a problem with being pigeonholed as an actress who plays moms.

“In the past, I’ve done interviews where they just start the interview saying, ‘So you play a mom,’” the Australian actress told Yahoo Movies. “And I’m like, ‘I play a really f—ing complex human who also has a relationship with a couple of kids she’s pushed out.’” Indeed, few actresses on Earth boast resumes so full of diverse, emotionally complex roles, from the social-outcast title character in her breakout film Muriel’s Wedding, to her Oscar-nominated performance as Haley Joel Osment’s desperate mother in The Sixth Sense, to the woman trying to keep her family together without losing her mind in Little Miss Sunshine. What drew Collette to Fun Mom Dinner — besides the promise of working with other talented, funny women — is that the story isn’t about being a good or bad mother, but about how motherhood changes a person’s identity, even when the kids are asleep.

During Fun Mom Dinner’s New York City press day, Yahoo Movies chatted with Collette about bonding with her co-stars, exercising with a post-childbirth bladder (as her character does in the film), getting recognized on the subway, and juggling an astounding variety of film and TV projects.

Molly Shannon, Toni Collette, Bridget Everett, and Katie Aselton in ‘Fun Mom Dinner’ (Photo: Momentum Pictures)

So are you having a whirlwind day in New York? It’s been very busy. I just flew in very late from London last night and I think I’ve had maybe three and a half hours sleep! Anyway, it has been a long day, but it’s so, so wonderful to see all these amazing women that I worked with on the film last year, and to be able to hang out and talk about the experience we had and celebrate it together. It’s a good thing.

Ten years ago, you had 2 films released; in 2017, the website IMDB says you have 11 projects. Wow, that’s a lot then!

So do you have a secret identical twin? How does that work? Cardboard cut-outs, and I live in my trailer. [Laughs] No, it’s funny because I’m playing this character [in Fun Mom Dinner], and we’re a bunch of women who have kids, everybody’s been talking about “How do you balance work and life and kids and all of that stuff?” You know, sometimes I really struggle with it, because I love working, and I obviously also love my children. And they’re the most important thing to me. But I do love working, and if I don’t do it I think I am not quite myself, you know? Because it’s a big part of me and I get a lot out of it. What you need to know is, not every film is three months long. For instance, this one was three weeks. So it may say there’s a lot of films there, but none of them too extensive in terms of the time I have to commit to it.

I watched a screener of the spy thriller Unlocked (in theaters Sept. 1) the same week I saw Fun Mom Dinner — in that one, you have a buzz cut and use a machine gun. It was a funny contrast. I like doing lots of different things. I think that’s one of the best parts of my job. And I really try to push myself and not be repetitive. After Muriel’s Wedding, I remember being offered a character that was kind of similar, and there was just something in my gut that knew not to do it. And I’m so glad, because if I’d have done that, I think it’s so easy to be categorized. And I somehow have managed to dodge that bullet.

It seems like a major challenge for actors to escape that kind of rut. Your career is amazing in that sense – I have absolutely no idea what you’ll do next. Me too, that’s the best part about it! [Laughs]

So my favorite thing you do in this whole movie is putting on your son’s pull-up to do a trampoline workout. Omigod, I forgot about that scene! That’s so funny! Ha! Yep. Well let me tell you, I can really relate to that. [Laughs] I mean, having had two kids, exercising becomes an issue. Actually I probably needed that little — I call it them nappy, what do you call it, a diaper? — to be able to do it. But yeah, what a weird type of exercise! It’s a real thing people do.

Molly Shannon, Bridget Everett, Toni Collette, and Katie Aselton in ‘Fun Mom Dinner’ (Photo: Momentum Pictures)

I had never seen it, but I’m guessing if I lived in L.A. I’d have already taken a class by now. People really get into it out there, I’ve heard. Someone told me what it was called — I can’t remember what it is now, it’s a really weird name — and I was like, what’s that? And they described it and I was like, oh yeah, I did that in a movie! [Laughs] But I don’t know if I could do it for an hour. God, that would kill me.

You’ve played a lot of mothers — a lot of very different mothers — Thank you for pointing that out! I love a lot of things about this movie, but one thing I love is that it celebrates who these women are beyond the children in their lives. And in the past, I’ve done interviews where they just start the interview saying, “So you play a mom.” And I’m like, “I play a really f—ing complex human who also has a relationship with a couple of kids she’s pushed out.” You know? It doesn’t define a person. It’s a huge part of any parent’s life, but it doesn’t define you. And I think that’s one of the things that these women celebrate on their night out in this movie. And I often have said, you don’t go into an interview with Jon Hamm and say, “Oh, so Don Draper — you play a father.” It’s just such a really sh—y imbalance. And I’m glad that it’s addressed in this movie, and that it’s about, yes, they are wonderful moms, but they go out and they really connect, not only with each other but with themselves in a way that might have been missing for a long time. It’s good to remember who you are, beyond your first and biggest responsibility.

I also enjoyed your character’s knee-jerk reaction against making “mom friends.” Not sure I’ve ever seen that said outright in a film before. I loved that she was so upfront about it, that she’s not backwards and coming forwards — she just tells it like it is. I have two kids and they’re both pretty young, so I don’t entirely feel the same way, but I love that she’s so frank about it. I love that she’s like that about pretty much everything in her life. She lives with a lot of male energy, and I think it’s rubbed off.

The karaoke song in the film — “99 Luftballons,” in German! — was that your pick? No, they chose it, but I was very happy about it because I love that song, too. Singing it in German was a slight challenge. I kind of learned it at the last minute. But karaoke can be a bit sloppy anyway. Although I do think Katie and I kind of nailed the German. We’ll have to see what a German audience thinks of that!

We talked about the wide variety of roles you’ve played. When fans approach you, what’s the role they most often mention? It depends where I am. A lot of people love Muriel. The character of Muriel is very dear to a lot of people still, which is so amazing to me. And it’s kind of beautiful, you know? I think it goes to show that most people do feel like that on the inside, that they related so intensely to that character. Sometimes if I’m on the subway in New York, it will be Shaft. If I wear my hair a certain way, it will be The Sixth Sense. I lot of people do recognize me from Little Miss Sunshine. Everyone’s so lovely about it, too, I have to say.

I’m a big fan of United States of Tara [the Showtime comedy on which Collette played a woman with multiple identities]. Aww, I loved that show so much.

I felt like with that show, you proved you could literally play anything. Do you feel like that role opened things up for you in film? I really don’t know. That show just in and of itself was such an amazing opportunity for me, or for any actor to have gotten a chance to do that. And I don’t think it will ever happen again. It was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. And not only that, everyone involved was just so lovely, and it was such a positive experience on so many levels. You know, I’ve had a lot of really, really good jobs and I really only try to work on projects I believe in, but that particular one was, it was right up there for me. So — but did it open up things after that? After we shot Season 3, I had my son. And yes, to be honest, I haven’t stopped working since then, when I think about it! [Laughs] So maybe you’re right in pointing that out. I never put two and two together. I don’t know if it came from that show or what, but that’s what has, that’s what tends to have happened now that I look at it, yeah.

It must feel good to have those opportunities just keep increasing exponentially. Maybe it doesn’t feel like that, but it looks like that on paper. I still feel really lucky to get the jobs that I’m offered, I really do, because I know it’s a tough industry. I have actor friends who don’t get to work that often, or don’t get to work on things that they really believe in, and 99% of the time I do get to do that. And I just really, really honestly feel so grateful. I still enjoy it and it still challenges me. I still try to work on stuff that pushes me a little bit, because you need to keep growing, you know?

Is there any role that’s still on your wishlist? A Bond villain, something like that? I’m never good at this question, because really, things are sent to me and it either makes sense or it doesn’t. I just think characters are more complex than that, and it’s hard to say “I want to play a character like that.” However, last summer I did play a manipulative bitch and I’ve never done that before, and it was really fun! There was so much to play with. And recently, I filmed a movie that really was the hardest job of my life, this [horror] film called Hereditary with a writer-director called Ari Aster. Gabriel Byrne played my husband, and it’s an intense one. It surprised me every day. I think if I’d really contemplated it any more before I started, I might have just run the other way, because every day was just so much more full-on than I even anticipated. So I just had to take it one step at a time. But in a perverse way it was really satisfying, even though it was like twisting myself inside out.

And now we have to bring that around to Fun Mom Dinner! So in comparison, Fun Mom Dinner was like… It was the most gleeful, joyous, buoyant, satisfying in a completely different way, experience, with like-minded, very creative, smart, savvy, sassy, generous, communicative women. It was just what I needed. I read it, I wanted to have fun, and it couldn’t have been more so.

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