#THE WAY I CRIED WHEN I GOT A CHAN COMM

[mocimori]

I’m in love with a star boy 💫

— skz framed portrait cm for Chanskyu

[skzsauce01]

In Fair Verona︱Chapter 2

Synopsis: Jisung knows he is the Romeo to your Juliet. He could wax poetry about you all throughout rehearsal and even a little after. Except Hwang Hyunjin is the one playing Romeo in the school play, not him. Jisung is just another tech crew member that you don’t know, but he’s determined to win your heart... by any means necessary.

Warning: none... yet

Word Count: 2.2k

Pairing: fem!reader x Jisung; fem!reader x Hyunjin

updates every Wednesday and Sunday @ 11 PM PST︱chapter list

O Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore art thou Romeo?

Deny thy father and refuse thy name,

Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love,

And I’ll no longer be a Capulet.

Jisung is waiting for fourth period to begin and homeroom announcements to be over when he overhears two girls discussing the play. He stops doodling in the margins of his notebook once he hears you being mentioned.

“She’s so lucky! She gets to kiss Hwang Hyunjin!” the one with the ponytail exclaims.

So that’s Romeo’s name. He makes a mental note to look him up on Facebook and Instagram later.

Her voice then drops to a whisper. “I heard they kissed during in-class rehearsal.”

Jisung snorts and quickly disguises it as a sneeze. Stage kisses in school productions are almost always fake; based on his experience, there’s usually a hand hiding obscuring the kiss, so the actors get as close as possible without actual contact.

“She’s so lucky,” the other girl sighs. “Oh, Y/N, Y/N! Why did you have to get the part of Juliet and not me?” she dramatically says.

Jisung silently agrees but for a totally different reason and goes back to drawing sunbursts when the conversation turns into a debate about who would be the second best choice for Romeo.

Jisung leaves his belongings in the green room after school and sits with Chan behind the soundboard while he waits for rehearsal to start. Chan is busy with testing new sound effects and new music choices, so Jisung scrolls through Hwang Hyunjin’s Instagram. He only finds food pictures and some videos of him dancing. Nothing incriminating.

“Hey, did you bring dinner today? Me, Felix, Changbin, and Jeongin were planning to go to the convenience store during dinner break,” Chan invites.

Jisung has a bowl of instant noodles and a thermos of hot water in his backpack. “I’ve got food already.”

“Ah, next time then!”

“Actors! To your places!” comes through on the loudspeaker, and Jisung hurries backstage. The balcony is being pushed back to the center of the stage already. He shimmies through the gap between the wall and the main curtain, trying not to trip on any cables. Changbin is sitting with his giant binder open and his headset on. He points to another headset on the table, and Jisung takes it and puts it on. The comms are already abuzz with bad jokes and the sounds of turning pages.

The side door opens, and you rush in, adjusting the circlet in your hair. Your lips close and part, and Jisung can only imagine the swears you’re mouthing. He wants to shout something encouraging, but that would only delay you. He also has no idea what he would say anyway. The floor lights for the cyclorama tint your whole body blue as you hurry to the stairs for the balcony. You make it to the top just in time.

Ms. Park tells Hyunjin to start from “She speaks.” To Jisung’s delight, Hyunjin has not improved from yesterday, and his delivery only is slightly better than monotone. Meanwhile, you look as crestfallen as you possibly can. You rest your cheek on one hand and gaze into the distance, which turns out to be the back of the auditorium where the soundboard and light board are. Romeo likens Juliet to an angel, and Jisung agrees —  you’re beautiful, bright, and out of his reach.

Hyunjin ends his lines, and it’s your turn to say the most famous line of the entire play: “O Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore art thou Romeo?”

Your cries resonate with him; why did Hyunjin have to be Romeo? If he knew that you were going to audition for the lead role, he would have too. If the current Romeo managed to get the part, then he would have had no problem. He could have been the one looking up at you, telling the world how lovely he thought you were.

Though he’s far away and off to the side, he sees the way you glow as you recite your lines. Your passion radiates off of you, and Jisung gets a direct hit. He’s so enamored by you, he doesn’t even mind when Hyunjin poorly says his lines.

It’s like that for the rest of the scene. Jisung remains standing and watches you and Hyunjin flirt in Elizabethan English. Before the scene ends, Jisung detaches himself from the curtain and positions himself by the prop table. He pretends to be rearranging the props so that as soon as the lights go out and the tech crew members on stage left drag the balcony back into the wings, you speedily walk to the other wing where he is.

It’s strange to be excited by a mundane act, but that’s what love does, he supposes. He whispers, “Be careful of the cables,” at you.

“I know,” you whisper back. There’s no sharpness to it; it’s just a simple statement.

You brush past him, and your arm, raised from holding your skirt, knocks into his elbow. He stiffens, and you murmur an apology before leaving through the side door.

After a less than satisfactory scene four, the director decides it’s time for a dinner break. There’s a few cheers in the comms and an audible sigh of relief from the girl playing Nurse. Ms. Park reminds them that dinner will end at 6, so she expects them to be back in the auditorium by then. Changbin is already leaping out of his chair and running down the stairs on the side of the stage. Jisung imagines that Chan, Felix, Seungmin, and Jeongin are just as ready to eat; they were discussing what to buy for dinner right when the scene started.

Jisung follows the other members of the crew to the classroom for dinner. The room is just as crowded as before, and there’s a long line to use the microwave. Jisung squeezes through the groups of people and gets out his meal.

“That’s a smart idea,” a familiar voice comments. When he looks up from his water pouring, he sees that it’s you.

He looks at the glass container in your hands and realizes that you’re one of ones waiting to heat up your food. “Your dinner’s probably better though,” he lamely responds. His face begins to feel warm, and it’s not from the steam.

“It’s the slightly burnt fried rice I made three days ago,” you smile. “Wanna trade?”

He wants to say yes so badly. But it would be better to play it cool, right? The panic must have shown on his face since you laugh and say, “Knew it.”

The line shuffles forward and so do you. He turns back to his food, disappointed that he didn’t take you up on your offer. He likes fried rice.

(And you, but that’s only the tiniest bit relevant to his plight.)

He is halfway through his meal when the chair in front of him is pulled out. You sit and set your container down. He smells kimchi with a touch of smoke.

“Hi,” you say. The corner of your mouth quirks up. “Any chance you’re willing to trade?”

Jisung shakes his head, playing along. “I’m half way through mine already, sorry.”

“Darn.”

There’s a moment of silence before he decides to break it. “Your name’s Y/N, right?”

“Mhm.” You swallow your rice. “It’s kind of embarrassing to admit, but… I don’t actually know yours,” you slowly say. “And we’re eating together, which makes it doubly embarrassing.”

The way you say it makes Jisung’s heart pound. It’s like a date, but not really. “I’m Jisung.”

“The props guy, right?”

He shakes his head “I’m part of the floor crew. ”

“Oh! I saw you by the props earlier, so I thought you were. And you’re always watching the play, so I thought you were waiting for cues or something.”

A wide variety of curses appear in his mind. He can’t let you know the real reason why.

“No! I just really like Shakespeare,” he makes up. More unnecessary lies flow out. “Romeo and Juliet is a really great play. I love the plot and the characters. Speaking of, our play is going to be so great. You — I mean, the entire cast is perfect.”

You light up at the compliment, and Jisung swears he’s looking directly at the sun. “You think so?”

You’re far too amazing to be stupid, naive Juliet, but he nods his head anyway. “You’re a good actress.”

“How do you feel about Hyunjin then? Does he live up to your expectations?”

The brainless Romeo who only pursues Juliet out of lust? “Yeah. He’s exactly like Romeo.”

“Hyunjin will be happy to hear that,” you say. You glance at the clock, and Jisung does too. It’s only a few minutes away from six o’clock. “Dinner’s almost over. Darn, I need to get into costume, too.”

While you pick through the less appetizing portions of your meal, Jisung finishes the last of his noodles. Not a minute passes before you snap the lid back on the container and jump out of your seat. You hurriedly say goodbye and run out the door to the dressing room.

Jisung stays seated, processing what happened. Was it a friendly conversation or flirting? Did you eat dinner with him because you felt bad for him or because you were interested in him? He replays the last few minutes in his head. You started the conversation and chose to sit at his table, so it had to mean something. You joked with him and beamed at his compliment, but you also brought up Hyunjin and no one else. He sighs and leans back in his chair before someone yelling the time makes him jump out of it.

He helps set up the next scene before watching the play from stage right like before. He feels strangely betrayed when he hears how desperately you, as Juliet, want to hear Romeo’s message after getting his hopes up at dinner. His brain knows it’s not real, but his heart thinks otherwise. He paces in a small circle to try and get out his nervous energy. He stops after a minute and forces himself to think of something else. If he closes his eyes, he can pretend it’s him that you’re referring to; he’s the one you want to marry.

In his daydream, you stand in front of him in a white dress and a circlet instead of a veil. The bouquet of roses in your hand matches the glowing blush across your cheeks. You look up at him through your long lashes, and Jisung can barely hold himself together at the sight of you. His hand covers his mouth to stifle his soft sobs. You’re no different. With shaky breaths, you hold a piece of paper in front you and read your vows.

“... in sickness and health. I promise to love you until death do us part,” you manage to say through your tears.

The minister pronounces you husband and wife, and Jisung reaches out to cup your face. In reality though, he is only able to touch air. The pretty stained glass of the church is soon swallowed by the darkness of backstage. There’s no organ playing, only Changbin yelling at him in his ear to get ready for Act III.

The first scene of Act III features a poorly choreographed sword fight, two deaths, and not you. In other words, nothing of Jisung’s interests. Rehearsal ends after the scene is finished, and Jisung halfheartedly listens to the tech director’s notes. Like yesterday, he gets called out for not paying attention enough to calls. He once again promises to do better, but Mr. Gi and Changbin don’t look like they’re buying it. He really has to do better tomorrow.

When everyone is finally dismissed, Jisung goes back to the classroom in hopes of seeing you before he goes home. The actors are still receiving notes from the director, and it doesn’t seem like she’s going to be done soon. He tries to catch your eye while he grabs his belongings, but you’re fully listening to Ms. Park. To add to his disappointment, he notices that Hyunjin is sitting by you. Thus, Jisung “accidentally” opens his textbook, sending all his papers to the floor, hoping that you take notice. You do and give him a sympathetic smile.

He plays “Marry You” on the drive back home and sings along, thinking of you.

~ ad.gray

[yumapii]

[Event Story] Gold ☆ Hunter [1/12]

Parts 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12

{ strap in guys, this one’s a little bit of a doozy } { also thanks @/nyavericked on twitter for the comm } 

[scene: courtyard] 

// The time is early evening, the place is Shinonome Academy. As both to present the completed Kiichi statue and to welcome the season of spring, a magnificent party is being held. //

Rintarou: Happy New Yearz! Here’s to a happy, smiling year ☆ Cheers ♪ 

// Along with the cries of “cheers”, the tinkling of glasses could be heard. Seeing one another again after a long break, tales of each other’s activities spring fourth naturally, lifting the mood. 

Mamoru: Hi everyone, happy new year! It is I, Hodo Mamoru, the one who intends to pursue the truth this year as well. The Press Club and I are in your care! 

Rintarou: Oh! Mamo-chan! Oh, I know, why don’t I accompany you for the first part of your ‘view ☆

// I grab onto Mamo-chan’s shoulders as he was in the midst of filming and wave my hands at the camera. // 

Mamoru: Why, Kuma-kun! We would very much be honoured to have you participate in our Spring ☆ Special Interview! 

Rintarou: Okie dokie! Then let’s start with Mr. Swirling Grape Juice In His Wine Glass over there, Jiiiiiin! ! 

Jin: Oh, it’s Rintarou-san. 

Mamoru: We’ve got an amazing catch! Jin-sama, Head of the Black Dorm, Ryugasaki-kun! ! ! Can I get your aspirations for this year? 

Jin: I will devote myself to the leadership and development of the Black Dorm, that is all. 

Chizuru: As expected of Jin-san! This plebeian has just received the blessing of Jin-san’s highly revered answers so early into the year, feel free to grovel and shed tears of gratitude. 

Rintarou: Hyuu~ ♪ Chizu-chan’s diss ability grows every year! Even though he was so mumbly when we first met ☆ 

Chizuru: Excuse me?! 

Mikage: Exposed on live TV~ 

Senri: Oh! It’s the Press Club Guy! This year, I will continue to go all out with my acting career, so I’ll be counting on you for publicity again ♪ 

Takaomi: ...Annoying. 

Rintarou: Huh? Is Touji in the middle of a speech? 

Touji: Happy New Year, everybody, it is I, Harimiya Touji, Harimiya Touji! So as to become a trustworthy person, with intentions as clear as the New Year sky, this year as well, I pledge to be diligent in my studies! In regards to last year, other than the matter of trouble in the entertainment industry, there was also a lack of transparency in the financial sector. With each passing year, a gloomy shadow seems to fall ever darker upon us, but fret not! 

Touji: For as long as I, Harimiya Touji, am around, this year for sure, I shall deliver a year of stability for all Japanese people and even to the global- 

Yuni: Tadah! I’ll stick the Bianchi Family specially made secret weapon No.#20 “Anti-Blabber Sticker” onto Harimi ♪ 

Touji: U-uwah, what are you doing Bianchi-kun?! Mogamogamogagagaga! !

Shion: An idiot? 

Mamoru: What about Mikekado-kun, any aspirations for this year? 

Shion: Not really… If I had to name something, I would like to raise a cat. 

Touji: Mogugugugu~ ~ 

Takaomi: You can’t keep pets in the dorms, he says. 

Shion: What a boring man. shion leaves 

Touji: ! ! ! ! ! touji collapses

Mamoru: Oh, he left. 

Rintarou: A true Cool Beauty ☆ 

Issei: Hey! Rintarou-san and Hodo. Are you guys conducting an interview together? 

Mamoru: Hello, Torasawa-kun. May we ask your aspirations for the new year? 

Issei: Why, of course. As for me- 

Mikage: “I wo~n’t lose to Jin.” 

Issei: Asagiri? 

Mikage: Since the other party announced the “development of Black Dorm”, then we have to respond in kind, no? 

Issei: Hah! You’re absolutely right!  

Mikage: Yeah, yeah. 

???: … Help~ 

Rintarou: ? I hear a voice… 

Mamoru: Th-that’s? ! ? !

Shinya: hey guys, happy new year… 

Shigure: Shinya?! Why are you hanging from a tree?! 

Shinya: Ahaha, when I popped open a bottle of Chamorii (1), the force sent me flying all the way here. 

Shigure: Even after I said I would do that… 

Mamoru: Pardon me for asking while you’re in such a state but does Shibasaki-kun have any aspirations for the year that you’d like to share? 

Rintarou: The reporter spirit burns ☆ 

Shinya: Hmmm… I guess for me it’s to stay in Shigure’s good graces… 

Shigure: Let’s see… For one, I’d be happy if you could reduce your number of injuries. Here, give me your hand. 

Shinya: Thank you, Shigure. 

Rintarou: Shin-chan’s safety first~ 

Mamoru: Well then, let’s move on. Ah, that figure hiding in the shadows over there…

--

(1) from what i could tell, this is a play on chamoris, which is producer of japanese wine

[talatomaz]

route 64 | caitlin snow x drake!reader

a/n: i really love caitlin and dinah so i figured why not combine the two?

hex = vigilante name

prompts: “nobody’s seen you in days”

warnings: mentions of death/loss

word count: 1.5k

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reader has telekinesis and got her powers from the particle accelerator explosion. she’s dinah drake’s sister but works on team flash where she’s in a relationship with caitlin

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“I can’t believe I really just used my powers to get a cat out of a tree. Am I a firefighter or something?”

You shook your head laughing as you sat down in the cortex.

“Hey, at least she tipped you.”

“She gave me a butterscotch, Cisco. It doesn’t matter anyways, at least she got her cat back. How he got up there in the first place though, who knows?”

You were interrupted when the computer started beeping and Barry, Caitlin and Iris came running in.

“Someone’s just robbed a bank.” Iris said.

“Okay, Cisco, Caitlin and I can handle this.”

You said, as Cisco produced a breach which the three of you jumped through.

***

You had managed to stop the robbers in the bank but there was a fourth person you were all unaware of who was driving the getaway car.

As you went to stop him, the car swerved from a lorry and rammed into an incoming car causing the car to flip upside down.

Without a second thought, you ran towards the accident and used your powers to help the injured woman out of the car as Caitlin and Cisco helped the robber out of his car.

You dragged the woman far away from the car and as you looked at the wreckage of the two cars, your mind flashed back to the worst moment in your life, and to make matters worse, the car blew up in flames.

You watched as the flames surrounded the woman’s car and as smoke filled the air.

Hex. Y/N.

You shook your head and focused on Iris and Barry who were shouting through the comms and on Caitlin and Cisco who had now put out the fire and were looking at you in worry.

You looked down at your hands which were covered in soot and then back up at the burned cars.

Then you took out the extrapolator from your pocket and breached yourself away from the scene.

***

“So no one’s seen her?”

Dinah asked, standing in the cortex with the rest of Team Flash, excluding you.

“No. And it’s been almost three days.” Cisco said worryingly.

“She’s only messaged me saying that she was okay and when we traced that, it pinged back to her apartment but we’ve been there and she’s not there.”

Caitlin explained, pacing around the room.

“Yeah, and I’ve searched the whole of Central City. I have no clue where she is.” Barry said.

“So what even happened? Just run me through it.”

“Y/n had just finished helping some woman and when she got back, we got an alert that a robbery was in progress so she, Caitlin and Cisco went.” Iris began.

“Yeah, and we stopped the robbers but it turned out there was a fourth guy who was in charge of the getaway.” Cisco continued.

“And when he tried to escape, he ended up swerving into this woman’s car, y/n got her out and then completely froze when the car went up in flames. And then she disapp-”

“Wait, it was a car crash?”

Dinah interrupted Caitlin, her demeanour completely changing.

“Shit,” she said when they all nodded in confirmation, “I need to find her.”

She went to walk off before being stopped by Caitlin.

“Dinah, what’s going on?”

Dinah looked at the group and sighed,

“A few years ago, before the particle accelerator exploded, y/n was in a car accident with our Mom. Y/n made it. Mom didn’t.”

Dinah cleared her throat when it broke slightly and then walked out of the cortex.

“Dinah, wait,”

Caitlin came running after the vigilante,

“I’m coming with you.”

“Are you sure? Y/n’s been through a lot and I know she’s not gonna be okay when we find her.”

“Dinah, she’s my girlfriend and I love her, I’m here for her always.”

Dinah lightly smiled in response, knowing that Caitlin meant every word.

It calmed Dinah to know that you had found someone who really loved you because you had dated a lot of idiots in the past, many of whom Dinah hated.

Who was she kidding?

She hated them all.

***

As Dinah and Caitlin drove through Central City, they fell deep into a conversation about the loss they had experienced when it came to relationships.

Dinah had lost Vinnie and Caitlin had lost Ronnie.

“You get through it in the end, y/n’s really helped me. Sometimes I just have really bad days and she just takes care of me.”

“I get it, she was the same with me when I was with Vinnie. But not a day goes by when I don’t think about him.”

It was weird for Dinah to be opening up to someone like this; it was only ever you she revealed her true self too. Hardly anyone on Team Arrow knew the real her.

Well, maybe Laurel and Felicity.

“I know I’m with your sister but if you ever need to talk, I’m here for you too. It does get better with time though. After a certain point, I realised that I stopped thinking about Ronnie, not in a bad way, but there came a time where I wasn’t upset all the time and I know that everything will be okay for you too.”

Caitlin said, stepping out of the car, and Dinah responded by placing a warm hand on her shoulder and smiling, “Thank you.”

“So where are we exactly?” Caitlin asked Dinah.

The two women looked up at the house where you were currently hiding.

“Our home. It looks exactly the same. Even down to the roses that Mom used to plant.” Dinah said in shock.

“It’s beautiful.” Caitlin said.

She had no other words to describe your home.

She noticed how the bright red roses towered above the lilies and how the difference in colours made the red stand out even more. She loved how the modern house was painted a light blue which contrasted beautifully with the dark grey of the roof.

It really gave the impression that the house was truly a home.

***

Dinah and Caitlin walked through the house and the former couldn’t believe the fact that nothing had changed.

“Y/n must have been coming here continuously. Nothing has chan-”

Dinah stopped talking when she heard a familiar voice coming from the room on the far end of the hallway.

When they reached the door, Dinah listened for a moment and then tears filled her eyes as her suspicions were confirmed.

She took a hold of the handle and gently opened the door to reveal you crying on the floor, wrapped up in your mom’s favourite blanket, watching a video of you, Dinah and your mom having a water fight in the front yard when you were kids - your dad was behind the camera.

You turned to look at the two figures at the door, your eyes were red and dripped with tears.

“Oh, baby girl.”

Dinah murmured as she went to sit next to you where she enclosed her arms around you.

You were still for a second, and then another, before you wrapped your arms around your sister and cried into her shoulder.

“I miss her so much.” You sobbed.

“I know, baby girl. I do too.” Dinah said, her tears now falling shamelessly from her eyes.

When you stopped crying, you pulled away from Dinah, stood up and looked up at Caitlin who was standing at the door, watching the embrace, her own eyes filled with tears.

“Nobody’s seen you in days.” Caitlin whispered.

“I’m so sorry.”

Caitlin’s heart practically broke when she saw how upset you were.

She walked up to you, placed a warm hand on your wet cheek and said,

“I’m here for you, no matter what.”

And just like that, the dam broke again and you began crying in Caitlin’s arms.

After a moment, Dinah moved to hug you too and you guys stayed like that for a few moments before you pulled away and wiped your tears.

“How’d you even find me?”

“I know you, y/n. This room was always your safe place. I still can’t believe it looks exactly like it did when we lived here.”

“I come here sometimes. Whenever I miss Mom a lot.”

You looked over at Caitlin, “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. Sometimes I just need to be alone to work through it.”

“Hey, don’t apologise. You do whatever is best for you. And if being alone is what works for you, then I don’t mind, so long as you know, that if you need me, I’m here.”

“And I’m here for you too. If you ever need me, I’m only one phone call away and with the help of Barry, I can be here in a few seconds flat.”

“What about Oliver?”

“Baby, he knew what he was dealing with when he asked me to join. Besides, you come first. You’re my life, y/n.”

You took a hold of both Dinah and Caitlin’s hands,

“I love you both with all of my heart.”