#These two dorks are the best when it comes to mutual silent pining

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Hi Pinky! What do you think made Jim fall in love with Claire before and after he became the Trollhunter?

Before Jim became the Trollhunter he fell in love with Claire because she was smart, confident and self assured and of course she was pretty too. But that was always a secondary thing for him.

After Jim became the Trollhunter: Jim especially began to fall in love with Claire after he saw how good she was at fighting, how naturally she flourished in the magical world and her clever ways of solving problems just made Jim more infatuated with her.

But this by no means is to say the initial crush wasn't mutual.

@bluheaven-adw Jlaire HC's that might cheer you up, feel free to add on!

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Seoksoo - imperfect - Part 1 - Chapter 3 - Run-ins at the Convenient Store

Synopsis: Lee Seokmin likes a lot of things: karaoke, stuffed animals, his friends, his family (when they're not at each other's throats), and when things go according to plan. It's perfect that way. That is...until Joshua Hong, the Education Department TA, stumbles into his view one day and suddenly Seokmin has to start facing the fact that maybe not everything in life will be perfect...but with Joshua, that might just be ok.

Tags: College!AU, ActingMajor!Seokmin, Teacher!Joshua, Romance, Angst, Fluff, Mutual Pining, Misunderstandings, Side GyuCheol, Side JunHao, Side Verkwan, Other Idol appearances, Anxiety/Panic Attacks, Domestic Violence (not between the main couple), Joshua is a dork 90% of the time, (More Tags will be Added as needed)

Length: approx. 6.1k words

Chapter 3 - Run-ins at the Convenient Store

When Seokmin was 11, his patience was put to the test for the first time and he failed. The summer before he started middle school, his best friends, Lee Dongmin and Jeon Jungkook, got into a fight. He couldn’t even remember what started their fight that summer, but all he knew was that the summer was supposed to be filled with memories, and fun was filled with Seokmin acting as a texting carrier pigeon. One day he’d be on the phone with Jungkook while he bitched about Dongmin’s inflated ego, while another day he’d sit on the park swing set while Dongmin complained about Jungkook’s immature nature. Seokmin could only sit and listen - it was second nature for him at this point in his life - trying his best to keep himself up straight. The nights that were supposed to be spent under the illumination of the street lights with popsicles dangling from their lips as they kicked a ball in blissful summer ignorance were instead spent curled under his covers, sobbing as he tried desperately to solve this problem. He couldn’t start middle school like this, they were supposed to conquer it together. They promised. However, the entrance ceremony came, and Seokmin was faced with a major dilemma as he strolled into the school’s auditorium that morning.

         …Who was he going to sit by? 

         Seokmin caught the eyes of both boys, now cruising with their own packs of friends that Seokmin had never seen before. When did they make those friends? They seemed to see one another as well, their dirty stares sending chills down Seokmin’s spine. He felt like he was standing in the middle of an open war zone, the poor carrier pigeon left vulnerable to two sides too stubborn and prideful to step from the trenches and talk things out. But then again, wars have started over less, surely.

         Seokmin heard Jungkook call his name, then Dongmin, both smiling widely and waving their friend over, hoping he would choose them. His heart was pounding in his chest.

“Seokmin!” Jungkook called. His eyes shot towards Dongmin, who was already sitting with his legs crossed and hands in his lap. 

“Come here!” That was Dongmin. “I saved you a seat!” He smiled. Seokmin took a deep breath, biting his lip. Unable to decide, and feeling his head swimming, he sat down in the first spot he could find, right in the middle of the room. He hunched over, hair covering his eyes like a curtain to keep others from peeking in, a silent ‘do not disturb’ request, and if you ignored it, he would start crying. He was already feeling it bubble in his chest.  

Over their first year in middle school, Jungkook and Dongmin never figured out their differences, and grew apart, as some friends do.

And Seokmin, for his first year of middle school, was left in the middle. He had no idea what to do, how to solve it, how to keep the two most important people at the time in his life who weren’t in his immediate family from separating. Could he have done anything? Were there signs that he missed those last few months where everything was just about them, their trio, and their friendship? How could he have missed it? His job is to notice when others are suffering so he can fix it.

He failed them, and he failed their friendship because he couldn’t keep them together.

Lee Seokmin remembers every mistake he’s ever made. At least, he thinks he does. Each fuck up or memory plastered itself onto his brain like a sick virus, gnawing away at his memories until only they remained. It forces him to play them back and remember the things he said or did that obviously others noticed and still think about to this day. It left Lee Seokmin, at his grown age of 22, lying awake at night and staring at the ceiling, predictable in its structure in a way that tried to comfort him. He would listen to the steady lullaby of the clock overhead, hoping eventually its monotonous clicking would lull him to sleep, if not out of peace then simply out of boredom. When he got close, a flash of one of those memories shot into the black void behind his eyes. They carved little homes into his brain and popped out randomly like some sick form of Whack-a-mole that Seokmin could never win.

This game of Whack-a-mole, however, was not about his two childhood friends' summer argument. Nor was it about the time he cried during a particularly sad scene in the school play when he was 14. Or the time he tripped on nothing as he walked on campus his freshman year and yes, that handsome upperclassman did see him and now when they lock eyes through the quad he remembers how much of a klutz Seokmin is…

No. Seokmin was lying awake thinking of an evergreen sweater and a button-up shirt. He was thinking of a little beaded necklace that looked homemade, but endearing. He thought about light brown locks that framed a playful smile and curiously wide eyes.

He was also thinking about how he looked like the biggest fool.

Seokmin, in hopes of blocking out Joshua’s amused face, forced his head into his very soft ravioli plush. No luck. He must have thought I was crazy. I couldn’t even look him in the eyes. Augh, I should have said something. And when he asked me for my name I stuttered? What fucking idiot forgets their own name? Even if I had a chance – which I don’t – he’d never, ever, ever want to look in my direction again. He probably went right home and laughed to all his friends about how stupid I looked. Now, whenever they all see me, they’ll immediately know I’m the freaky-blushing weirdo who practices his lines in public!  

A knock on his door made Seokmin sit up in bed, ravioli plush lowered just enough for his eyes to scan the door. “Hyung?” Seungkwan’s sleepy voice called. “Can I come in?”

“Uh…Yeah, sure.” He watched his friend stagger in, wearing a loose tee shirt and sweatpants. He rested against the doorframe, and Seokmin immediately saw a few papers in his friend’s hands.

“Can you please proofread this so I can submit it and go to bed?” Seokmin could hear his friend’s voice fading in and out, sleep threatening him with every second he had his eyes open. Unable to hold back his smile, he nodded.

“Yeah, quickly.” He said. “Turn on the light.” Seungkwan did as he was told, before scurrying to the bed and climbing in beside Seokmin. The both of them propped themselves up against Seokmin’s headboard, Seungkwan nestling into his friend’s side as Seokmin took the two-page paper. “This was the one for your Lesson Strategies course?”

“Yeah. I have to write the lessons and write this with research on how what I picked will help aid understanding.” Seungkwan sighed. “I think you can tell I bullshitted a lot of it.” The snort Seungkwan emitted made Seokmin smile.

The duo sat in silence for a few minutes as Seokmin skimmed over Seungkwan’s rough draft, looking for anything to correct before submitting it. Seungkwan spelt ‘conclusion’ correctly and made sure to remember all of the necessary periods. If he didn’t, Seokmin would have made sure he did so his friend would not share the same downfall he did. He didn’t understand much of the research beyond basic common sense or any of Seungkwan’s ramblings, but Seungkwan’s essay was perfect. He would get a good grade and his professor would be impressed. Joshua would be impressed.

“Kwannie, your essay is-.” When Seokmin looked over, Seungkwan’s head was lolled to the side, almost pressing onto Seokmin’s shoulder, his eyes fluttered closed peacefully. His breathing was so slow and gentle that Seokmin couldn’t tell when he fell asleep. “Aw.” Seokmin chuckled. Shuffling to the side, Seokmin laid Seungkwan down on his bed, covering him with the blanket. He grabbed his phone, and was immediately hit with the time: 10:30. Seokmin watched his friends shift only slightly in bed, undisturbed as he was laid onto his back and covered with a thick blanket. Knowing he would only disturb his friends seemingly needed slumber, he tiptoed into the living room, closing his bedroom door behind him.

Unable to sleep, and not because of his bed now being occupied, Seokmin knew this was a sign to finally do the one thing he tried to avoid all day. Pulling up his contacts, he clicked one in particular and pressed the ringing phone to his ear.

It took a few seconds, but when a gentle and slightly confused: “Hello?” came through on the other end, Seokmin sighed.

“Hey, Mom.” He said. “Sorry, I didn’t call back. I was busy all day and tired and-.”

“It’s okay.” His mother assured. “Did you have a good day?”

“Uh, yeah. I did…”

“Are Mingyu and Seungkwan doing well in their classes?”

“Yes, I guess.” Seokmin turned towards his closed bedroom door. “They’ve been busy too. Seungkwan has volleyball tryouts this week.”

“Mmm. Good luck to him, he’s always been good.” His mother took a deep breath, and Seokmin instinctively followed. He knew there was more she wanted to talk about beyond the pleasantries of his friends. “Did you hear from your sister today?”

Seokmin let out the breath, shakier than he would have liked. “Yes. She called.”

“What did she say?”

Seokmin pursed his lips. “Something along the lines of you wanting her to be home more often, but she said she is and that you’re just ridiculing her for-.”

A deep, frustrated sigh cut Seokmin off, and his lips clamped shut. “Honey, your sister’s dramatic.”

“That’s true.” He said, because it was. “I just…did you-.”

“No, don’t defend her.” His mother said. “Eunkyung does none of her chores around this house. She’s 18 now, she’s in college now and wants to live on her own. She wants to act like she knows everything but she fucking knows nothing.”

Why did I make this phone call, again? Seokmin thought to himself as his mother’s moaning and complaining all began to blend together. Oh right, because it beats seeing Joshua’s face, or Dongmin and Jungkook’s, staring at him from behind his eyelids. “And she just loves to tell everyone how terrible I am. I gave up everything for her – for both of you – I’ve done nothing but give you whatever you want and this is the thanks I get from her.”

“Mhm.” Seokmin leaned back on the couch. “She’ll cool off, I’m sure.”

“But what? Am I supposed to sit back and just let her say terrible things about me?”

“She’s not saying terrible things about you.” Seokmin felt his vision blurring, and he closed his eyes. This time, instead of seeing faces of friends, he visualized the furrowed brow and deep frown of a very irritated mother on the other end.

“You always say that. She’s just like your father, she thinks she can do whatever she wants.” Seokmin felt himself take another deep breath, nodding though she couldn’t see. “You want to know what happened with him?” A pained laugh. “I finally managed to get a hold of him today, too. Some parent, if you can even call him that.”

“Mom.” Seokmin felt his voice crack, and the other line went silent. Seokmin bit his lip. He could feel the corner of his eyes pricking once again, threatening a wave of tears if he had to keep listening to this. “It’ll be f-fine. Give her space and she’ll…come around.”

“I always try. I don’t know how I could raise you two the same and get two completely different kids. Did she say anything about me?”

“…Kind of? I don’t remember. She yelled at me.” He sniffled.

“She yells at everybody.” His mother sighed on the other line. Seokmin sighed, racking his chest like a violent earthquake. “Seokmin, honey, don’t cry. There’s no reason to cry.” Her request didn’t come across as the gentle attempt to calm her son down, but more annoyed that it was happening in the first place. Seokmin let out a shaky breath, nodding. “Your sister just needs to finish growing up and the she’ll see.”

“I’m not crying, I yawned.” He said quickly, shaking his head.

“You’re a sensitive kid, Seokmin.” His mother chuckled. “Don’t take this to heart, okay? Just focus on you.” 

It sounds so easy coming from you. The thought darted through his brain like a bullet train, then immediately derailed the tracks and spiraled out of control. “Mhm.” Seokmin nodded. “I’m gonna try to go to sleep now.”

“Okay, talk tomorrow. Love you, Seokmin.”

“Love you too, Mom.” Seokmin closed his phone and groaned, tilting his head on the back of the couch and covering his face. “Why is this happening?” he grumbled, his palms getting wet with the few tears that managed to slip through the cracks of his eyes. It was just pushing 11 at night, and Seokmin knew any attempt at sleep now would be met with yet another game of Whack-a-Mole that he was not in the mood to lose at. So, he got up from the couch, slipped on his shoes, grabbed his keys and wallet, and slinked out the front door.

⚔🦌⚔🦌⚔🦌⚔🦌⚔(im)perfect🦌⚔🦌⚔🦌⚔🦌⚔🦌

Nothing was really open at this hour, other than karaoke bars, actual bars, or 24-hour convenience stores. So, Seokmin went to the latter, stepping into the LED-infested box at the corner about two blocks from his apartment. Seokmin greeted the woman at the counter, a kind-hearted woman in her forties, who has been behind that counter almost every time Seokmin strolled in. He made his way into the aisles and began hunting for something to eat. He had eaten dinner a few hours prior, but he was craving something to eat, something to distract him a bit. He grabbed the last cup of chicken ramen, a water, and a bag of chips. Perfect.

As he finished paying, Seokmin heard the door behind him whirr open, and footsteps step inside. He was talking to the woman behind the counter, smiling sweetly as he gave her small updates on school. The usual “It’s very busy” and “The auditions are coming up” were two that he usually gave when she asked. In return was always a polite “Knock ‘em dead!” before Seokmin made his way out of the store.

With the usual sentiment given, Seokmin was about ready to make his way out when he turned and saw someone standing behind him. His hand gripped the plastic bag he was holding so tightly that he could feel his fingernails digging into his palm. Brown waves blew in the leftover breeze from the door closing, and wide-eyes stared back at him.

“Oh.” Seokmin blinked. “Hyung….”

Joshua smiled. “Hey. Seokmin, right?” Seokmin nodded. “I knew I would notice you properly the next time I saw you.” The proud glint in his eye made Seokmin choke on his words. “Funny seeing you here. Do you live close?”

“Uh-.” Seokmin pointed in the direction of his apartment. “A few blocks away.”

“Tch, aaah. I live the other way.” His hand pointed in the other direction and Seokmin realized how long his fingers were. It made him unable to find the right words. When he realized he was staring at the other’s fingers just a bit too long, he looked back up at Joshua, and was still met with a kind smile. “Are you heading home already?”

“Yeah.” He held up the bag gripped in his hand, white knuckles and all. “Just came for some ramen.”

Joshua clapped his hands together, eyes sparkling. “I was looking for the same thing. Really craving some chicken ramen. What aisle did you see it?” Seokmin blinked, visualizing the empty shelf where chicken ramen last sat, and felt his heart pump harder in his chest. However, he simply turned his head, pointing down the aisle he just came from. “Sweet, thanks.” He beamed. “Wait here a second.”

“…Why?”

This was the first time the smile fell on Joshua’s face since he stepped inside. “Oh, I thought we could eat together.” He motioned to the small seating area in the back of the store. “If you want. I can’t sleep, and it’s more fun to eat with company. Don’t you think?”

“Heh. I guess so…” Seokmin said. “Okay. I’ll-.” He pointed to the available seats. “I’ll be there.” With a nod of confirmation, Joshua turned on his heel and headed down the aisle. Seokmin stood there for a second, watching him disappear in hopes for chicken ramen he wasn’t going to get. 

Gone was the evergreen sweater and white button up with slacks; opted out in favor of a more comfortable pair of jeans and black tank top, despite the cooler weather. Seokmin tried to keep himself subtle as he walked past Joshua and attempted to sneak another glance. He sat himself down in the seat closest to the hot water dispenser for his ramen. He could hear Joshua shuffling in the nearby aisle, seemingly stumped on what type he was in the mood for. He couldn’t see him, but he could hear. 

Should I give him the chicken one? The thought smacked him in the back of the head like a firm hand of discipline, shaming him for taking the last chicken ramen. How could he be so selfish? 

“Sorry.” Joshua called, catching Seokmin’s attention as he nestled beside him. “I had to figure out Plan B. There were so many choices, I got stuck.” Seokmin nodded, watching as Joshua quickly hurried to fill his own cup with hot water and get his noodle cooking. Joshua looked down at his unopened box. 

“Do you-.” By the time he opened his mouth, Joshua already stuck his own under the hot water, hands on his hips as he watched it fill up. Too late. Oh no….

Joshua settled onto his seat, allowing his cup ramen a few minutes to cook through before digging in. “So.” He began, resting his elbows on the table. “How’s arts and theatre and uh plays going for ya?” He grinned at his question, playful in its intentions. Seokmin tried his best to shake off the embarrassment that lingered in his bones from that. Is he making fun of me? Seokmin thought to himself.

“Fine.” Seokmin sounded unsure. “Nothing crazy.”

“Mmm.” Joshua finally flipped the top of his ramen open, grabbing his little disposable chopsticks and taking a bite. “Mmmmm.” His eyes widened, stunned at the delicious food. “Wow, this is good!” He turned to Seokmin for his opinion, and Seokmin simply smiled. 

“Y-yeah. That one is pretty good.” If you think so, then why didn’t you take the beef one? There were plenty of beef ones but you took the chicken one.

“Mhm. They were all out of chicken ones.” His eyes immediately fell to Seokmin, and saw as his still unopened cup, the word ‘chicken’ written in bright green with the company’s mascot beside it. “Ah.” He glanced up at Seokmin again. “Now I see why.”

“Ah.” Seokmin looked away shyly. “Ehe, sorry.”

“Eh.” Joshua shrugged, taking another bite of his beef ramen. “Nothing to be sorry for. Unless you did it on purpose~.” Seokmin shot wide eyes at the other.

“What? No!” He gasped. “I wouldn’t-.” When Joshua snickered in amusement, Seokmin realized his shoulders had spiked like a rabid animal on high-alert.

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding.” He assured quickly, waving a hand. “I promise. No need to get defensive.”

Fuck, was I being defensive? I did get loud…. “Right…” Seokmin turned back to his meal. “I knew that.” 

“Are you not going to eat it?” Joshua asked, swallowing another bite of his own.

“What?”

“You haven’t even started cooking it yet.” 

“Oh….” Joshua chuckled, watching as Seokmin took the cup and headed to the hot water dispenser. He could feel another hole for his Whack-a-mole game beginning to carve itself out in the back of his brain, large enough to store every possible Joshua-shaped mistake he will ever make. It gave him a headache.

With another bite down, Joshua spun his chair around, watching as Seokmin stood by the counter. “So, Seokmin. How do you know Seungkwan? He told me you two live together.”

“We do. We were roommates last year when he was a freshman.”

“And they made him dorm with a sophomore?”

“I offered.” Joshua grinned, uncapping his water and putting it to his lips.

“That’s nice of you. Back in America, we get to pick our roommates. I’m lucky my freshman and sophomore year, my roommate was barely there..” He chuckled, before taking a long sip of the drink, head tilted back just slightly to allow the water easy access down his throat. Seokmin had to look away, grabbing the cup and returning to his seat. The heat radiated on his fingers a bit, and lingered when he set it down. 

“You’re from America?”

“Mhm.” He set the water down on the table again. “Los Angeles.”

“Fancy…” Seokmin said. Wait…where was Hansol from? New York? He tried to pull up one of those maps of the United States he found in his old textbooks, but the memory was fuzzy and most likely swallowed up by much less-desired memories.

Joshua shrugged. “It’s alright.” He said. “I only moved here for good about…eh…” Joshua pursed his lips together. “The summer before my junior year so…maybe a year and a half ago?”

“Wow.” Seokmin’s eyes widened in shock. “Your Korean is really good.”

“I’d hope so.” He said. “My parents taught me both growing up. So, I’d be the kid in school who would speak between the two languages and not even notice it.” Seokmin chuckled a bit, nodding his head. “It’s a blessing and a curse, I guess.”

“I wish I was bilingual.” He commented.

“They don’t make language a requirement in theatre?” he asked. “Sorry. Arts, theater, and uhm plays?” 

“Okay, now…” Seokmin frowned, and Joshua covered his mouth to laugh. “Are you mocking me?”

When Joshua’s eyes widened again, this time with shock of the question and not the deliciousness of the food, the hole in the back of Seokmin’s brain widened. Damn it, that wasn’t supposed to leave my brain. “Sorry, that’s not-.”

“I’m not mocking you.” He said quickly. “Did it upset you?”

“N-no.” Seokmin tried to assure. “I just…” Seokmin looked away. “Ah, never mind. It’s silly.” He could see Joshua swivel around in the stool beside him, humming to himself as he took another bite of his ramen. “Sorry.” Joshua decided to keep his mouth shut, not pressing the issue any further. His attempt to drop the subject only allowed it to nestle further into Seokmin, another anxiety-shaped seed blooming into a regret flower in his stomach. He swallowed a huge bite of ramen, and for a second, hoped he would just choke on it and die so he could completely be away from this.

Joshua didn’t seem done talking, and he opened his mouth again: “So, if you’re a theater major, then do you want to be an actor?”

“Mhm.” Seokmin said. “I’m auditioning for the play.”

“Yeah?” Joshua’s eyes sparkled. “That’s cool. I wanted to see the play last year but I was really sick.” Seokmin looked at him briefly, and Joshua closed the empty ramen cup. “Had to stay in bed for a whole week. It wasn’t fun.”

“Are you okay?” Seokmin sounded a bit worried. Joshua nodded.

“Just a little head cold, I guess. Fever. Nothing that some chicken soup and rest didn’t fix right up.” Joshua hopped from his spot and went to throw out his garbage, allowing Seokmin to get a few minutes of silence to eat his food. As he did, he felt his phone buzzing. He pulled it from his pocket and turned it on. When he saw the name staring back at him, he gripped his phone so tight he thought it would cramp.

[Kyungie <3] (2m ago): Did you tell Mom that I yelled at you? She’s all mad at me again!

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! Why did he have to open his big fucking mouth!?

[Seokminnie] (now): What did she say?

Three dots never felt so painful, Seokmin’s eyes glued to the screen as he waited to see what she would say.

[Kyungie <3] (2m ago): She said I made you cry! I didn’t make you cry, did I?

[Kyungie <3] (1m ago ): ….Oppa?

[Kyungie <3] (now): Whatever. I literally didn’t even do anything so I don’t know why she’s being this way! She’s threatening to ground me like I’m 4?

[Kyungie <3] (now): I heard her on the phone with Auntie. Auntie always agrees with Mom too.

[Kyungie <3] (now): Hello? O.O

Seokmin had long since set his phone face down, sliding it down the window-side counter just a bit in hopes that physical distance would help ease the nausea growing in his stomach. Seokmin leaned forward, covering his mouth with his hands.

Why did I have to say anything? He thought to himself. What can I tell Kyungie? I didn’t ….Seokmin covered his face with his hands, fingers curling up and gripping into his bangs. He knew he had to reply to his little sister too, or she would take his silence as basic confirmation that he is talking shit about her behind her back to Mom. But he is, isn’t he?! He did say she yelled, but she did! Didn’t she….?

Seokmin caught glimpses of an old fantasyland behind the black in his eyes and he debated going back for a long-overdue visit.

“Seokmin?” The voice behind him startled him straight up like a rocket about to take off, turning to see a concerned Joshua standing in front of him. “…Are you okay?”

“…What?” Seokmin choked out. Joshua’s frown only deepened.

“You…look kind of spacey.” He pointed to the phone that had finally stopped vibrating as it rested on the far end of the counter. “And you shoved your phone. Is everything okay?”

“Uh, yes.” Seokmin finally breathed, reaching over to grab his phone. When he flipped it over, he saw Kyungie had only sent one more message.

[Kyungie <3] (3m ago): I’m going to bed. Call me when you’re not busy.

“It’s fine. Just…stuff.”

“Stuff?” Joshua sat down beside him again, arms crossing his chest.

“Yes.” Seokmin bit his lip when he heard the tension behind the one word. “Stuff.”

“Oh, okay.” Joshua seemed to get the hint. Checking his arm, Seokmin noticed Joshua had on an Apple watch. Fancy. He hummed. “It’s close to midnight. We should probably head home.”

“Right…” Seokmin grabbed his garbage and quickly tossed it into their designated bins. Joshua chuckled.

“I respect a man that recycles.” he saw Seokmin only nod in acknowledgment. “Thanks for sitting with me…” Seokmin finally broke a little smile at Joshua’s kindness, nodding his head. “I knew ramen tasted better with the company.”

“Yeah.”

Both boys thanked the worker before stepping out into the cool air, another reminder that fall was on its last leg for the year. Seokmin shivered at the feeling as it tickled his skin. He still liked it, even at this time of night. He rubbed his exposed arms and looked at Joshua, who seemed completely unphased despite his tank top offering even less coverage. “You said you’re auditioning for the play?”

Joshua’s question took Seokmin off guard, but he still managed to nod and provide a: “Yes.”

Joshua pursed his lips together. “I want to see you practice.”

“W-what?” Seokmin choked out. “Why?”

Joshua hummed, hands slipping into his pockets as he rocked back and forth onto his heels. “Because I’m a professional actor.”

Seokmin only felt more confused as the other continued to speak. “Okay…how so?”

“I was cast as ‘Tree 1’ in my 3rd grade play,” Joshua said. The seriousness in his voice made Seokmin cover his mouth, holding back the chuckle threatening to slip past. Unphased, Joshua added. “Oh. And I was in the ensemble of not one but two high school productions because my friend asked me to.”

“You didn’t even audition?”

“You don’t have to when you’re as natural as me.” Joshua grinned. “So, I’ll give you some pointers.” Seokmin looked away as the laugh won the battle, slipping through his fingers and allowing a wide grin to flash on his face. Joshua smiled as Seokmin clapped his hands together in amusement. “What?” Joshua asked. “I’m offering to give you pointers before your audition. You should be grateful.”

“If you’re so talented, then why didn’t you major in theatre? Why did you pick education?”

Joshua seemed taken aback by the question, glancing at the floor to process his response. “Well, I can’t actually go public with my talents. There won’t be enough movies left for the rest of the world.”

“Okay?” Seokmin snorted.

“So, can I?”

“Can you what?”

“Help you audition. For the play.”

“Oh…” Seokmin frowned. “I mean…if you want to. I’d hate to pull you from more important things.”

“Nah, it’ll be fun!” Joshua assured. “Let me look at my schedule.” Like it was attached to his body all along, Joshua flipped open his phone and pulled up his calendar. Seokmin watched him quietly, the laughter subsiding in his body. It rocked him so hard that those stiff flowers shook slightly as if they were in a summer breeze. Then, they stood stiff again.

Why did Joshua want to see him practice lines?

Why would someone as cool as Joshua…want to see him practice lines? Isn’t that…boring?

Joshua’s lips pursed together in a tight and seemingly annoyed line, brows furrowed as he looked at the schedule in front of him. He’s got more important things to do. “Hyung, you really don’t have to-.”

“Sunday evening,” Joshua said, pointing to his phone. “I can hang out Sunday evening. I’ll make it work.” 

“Are you sure?”

“As long as it’s not too late, yes, I’m sure.” Joshua’s absolute certainty in the matter was enough to sway Seokmin, and he ultimately nodded. “Perfect.” He stuck his phone out to Seokmin. “Put your number in and I’ll text you tomorrow.” Joshua paused. “Well, today.” He grinned. “It’s midnight.”

“Okay…” Seokmin took the phone, typing his number in and saving it under ‘Lee Seokmin’. When he passed it back, the brown-haired American only widened his grin.

“Awesome. Get home safe, okay?” he said.

“You… you too.” He said. Seokmin watched as Joshua simply made his way down the opposite side of the street, hands in his pockets as he strolled among the street lights. Seokmin blinked.

Joshua-Hyung totally thought you were cute!

Seungkwan’s playful banter rang in his ears, and Seokmin could feel them heating up as they replayed in his head. He looked down at his feet, lips pursed together.

“I doubt it.” He muttered to himself, hoping his voice was enough to quell those thoughts in his head. Turning on his heel, he made his way back towards his own apartment.

By the time he got into the apartment, he saw Seungkwan still asleep in his bed, so he simply curled up on the couch with the throw blanket. His last thought before sleep pulled him in for the night was that Seungkwan never submitted his paper on time. He hoped it wouldn’t cause him to lose a letter grade.

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“What do I do?” Seokmin asked. He looked down at the pancakes in front of him, waiting for them to be ready to flip. His phone was sitting beside him, speaker phone on so he could talk hands-free.

“What do you mean?” Mingyu asked, leaning back in his seat.

“I mean what do I do about Joshua?”

“Mmmm…Probably just hang out with him.” Seokmin sighed. Mingyu was always so straightforward and trusting, his responses laced with optimism. “No? Was that the wrong answer?”

“I just don’t want to make a fool of myself.”

“You won’t. Why would you?”

“Because I always do.” Seokmin pouted. He flipped one of the pancakes, and when it landed on the opposite side, his shoulders sank at the black circle staring back at him. “I don’t know how to act in front of cute guys.”

“Wait…what the hell does that make me, then?!” Seokmin let out a breathy chuckle.

“That makes you not my boyfriend. You know Seungcheol-Hyung would murder me, right? I don’t want to deal with that.”

“I would never!” A muffled shout was heard on the other end, followed by Mingyu’s amused laugh. The laugh of a man in love. Seokmin liked that.

“But seriously, Seokminnie. Maybe this is a sign that you should actually start finding love for yourself for once.”

“What do you mean for once?”

“Exactly what I said.” Mingyu chuckled.

“But…” Turning the stove off, Seokmin pressed his back against the counter and crossed his arms. “Mingyu, I’ve already made a fool of myself twice. I could barely speak in front of him the first time, and last night I accused him of making fun of me! You had to see his face. He was seriously upset with me. It was so stupid; I cannot believe it. And what am I going to say when I see him again? I know it’ll be yet another chance for me to make him think I’m absolutely insane because I cannot control the stuff that comes out of my mouth. What if he doesn’t even text me? What if I just gave my number to him so that he could point and laugh at how stupid and gullible I am-.”

“Lee Seokmin…” Mingyu’s powerful yet loving voice cut through Seokmin like a butter knife, and Seokmin felt himself finally take a breath. That breath allowed his eyes to prick tears that he quickly wiped away. “You’re working yourself up again.”

“I can’t help it.” Seokmin sighed. “It’s stupid.”

“No, you just need to take it one step at a time. That’s what you told me when I was trying to talk to Cheol. And look how good things turned out for us!”

“Right….” Seokmin sighed. “I don’t want to look like an idiot in front of him.”

“It’s a good thing you’re not an idiot, then.” Mingyu chuckled. “I would see if he calls before assuming the worst. It’s been less than 6 hours.”

“It’s been 7. I gave him my number at midnight.”

“Romantic.” Mingyu chuckled. “But seriously. I’m going to go, but on Monday, I expect a full story on how amazing everything went. Okay?”

“Fine…” Seokmin sighed. “Bye.”

“Bye, Seokmin!” Seungcheol called from the other line.

“Bye, Hyung.” Seokmin chuckled before hanging up. He watched the contact photo of Mingyu – an old one of the both of them in their first year of middle school – fade away to his plushie background. He sighed, closing his eyes and hanging in head as a groan of annoyance escaped his lips.

“Hey. Are you okay?” 11-year-old Seokmin looked up, eyes watering behind a veil of hair to see another male sitting beside him, eyes wide and concerned. He had black hair, styled like all the kids did back then, parted to the side and short.

“Yes.” He said quickly, wiping his eyes. “Sorry.” Once he was sitting upright again, his eyes darted left to right, landing on both Jungkook and Dongmin, who by now had found seats with their own groups of friends. “Oh, no….”

Mingyu looked around, immediately following his gaze. “Are your friends fighting?”

“Yeah…” Seokmin said, looking back at the other boy. “I don’t think they’ll ever be friends again. I don’t know what to do…”

“That stinks…” Seokmin blinked, watching as Mingyu leaned back in his seat. “I hope they figure it out soon.”

“Me too.”

“They’ll probably solve their problem, so all you can do is wait.”

“I…” Seokmin stopped himself. “We’ve been best friends since first grade. They’re the only friends I had coming here…They have to solve this.”

Without missing a beat, the other boy stuck his hand out. “Well, until they do, I’ll be your friend.” He smiled. “I’m Kim Mingyu.” Seokmin blinked, extending his hand as the duo shook firmly.

“Lee Seokmin…” he said.

“Well, Lee Seokmin, I hope we can be friends for a long time.” Mingyu smiled.

And they were.

Seokmin smiled a bit at the memory as the phone lit up with a message from an unknown number. Seokmin’s eyebrow cocked for a second, watching as the text bubble flashed on his home screen.

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The Woes and Antics of Living Together-3

THIS CHAPTER! Gaaaahhh!!! It felt like it goes on forever even though it doesn't because I just couldn't get the right words to come out! So, sorry if it seems rough in places I was trying to work through my slight writers block. More slice-of-life like stuff will start next chapter as I attempt to drag this out a little bit rather than just skipping all the way to the Broppy goodness like I want to. (Also we need some of that mutual pining I promised all of you heehee~)

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The next day after morning classes found Poppy skipping her way up to Branch's soon to be old building to help him collect his things. The day was bright and sunny, a sure fire sign that it was going to be great and she couldn't wait to have her new roommate all settled in. Humming a cheerful tune, she glanced around the hallway as she found her way to Branch's door and thought the place could really need a new coat of paint and maybe some pictures of puppies and kittens, everyone loved seeing puppies and kittens! Glancing at the slip of paper Branch had hastily wrote his apartment number on, she found the correct door and knocked in tune to her song.

She heard a muffled 'In a minute' and figuring he had all however many extra locks locked up -he could be so paranoid the dork- leaned against the wall with her phone to wait for him. Making a quick post on all her accounts to tell all her wonderful followers about the excitement happening, Poppy started to scroll though her feed to pass the time, swaying in time to her humming. After a few moments a shadow was suddenly looming over her and she glanced up to see a large man standing next to her.

"Well hey there, Girly~ Never seen ya here before." He said, leaning a hand on the wall.

"Hi! I'm Poppy!" She beamed, "I'm just here waiting for my friend."

"Heh, well how 'bout I...entertain ya till this friend shows up, eh?" He leered closer, musty breath fanning into her face, "The backroom of the lobby is nice and cozy."

"Back off, Griff." Branch's familiar growl echoed as he suddenly appeared between Poppy and the man.

"Oh-ho! Why should I? She ya girlfriend?"

Branch sputtered, "What?! No!"

Poppy smiled and placed her hands on Branch's shoulders, "But I am his friend! And his new roommate! I'm here to help him move!"

Griff snorted, "Shackin' up with a girl, huh? Heh, sure she ain't ya girlfriend?"

Branch growled and tried to fight down the blush he felt rushing to his cheeks, "Just leave us alone, alright? I'm moving just like you wanted."

"Che, whatever. Good riddance." Griff then lumbered off down the hall leaving the new roommates alone.

"Bye! Have a good day!" Poppy cried after him.

Huffing, Branch grabbed her arm and dragged her into his apartment, "You do realize he was trying to come onto you, right?"

"Psh, oh please, Branch." Poppy said, flapping her hand in the air, "I'm a big girl, I can take care of myself and would've been fine. And can't you just be nice for once?"

"No."

Heaving a fond sigh and rolling her eyes, Poppy glanced around the fairly barren apartment, seeing nothing but a few boxes and an old mattress, "Oh...wow. This, uh....this all you have?"

"Pretty much." He had to sell whatever secondhand furniture he had to make rent sometime ago.

"Well...At least it'll only take us like one or two trips to get in loaded in my car!" She proclaimed, finding the bright side of things, like always. "Say, what's in here?" She asked suddenly, going to open a lid of a box.

Branch slammed his hand down on the lid, "Nothing important."

"Aww, come on, Branch. Let me see! I promise not to tell if it's embarrassing~"

It was embarrassing but like hell was he going to let her see it was his collection of all the invitations she had given him, "It's just personal stuff, alright?"

"Fiiine." Poppy pouted before glancing at the some of the other boxes, "What's all these?" She grabbed an unopened can of beans and grimaced at the date, "Dude, these are all expired, you know that right?"

"They are not." He tapped the top, "Those are just the purchase by dates, they haven't been open so they're still good. As for what this is all for, is provisions of course. Food, water, medical supplies all in case of an emergency."

Poppy snorted, "What kind of emergency? Zombie Apocalypse?"

"Maybe. You just never know."

Giggling, she placed the can back in the box, "Okay, fine. You can bring your 'Emergency Supplies' but you're going to have to freshen some of the stuff up."

Branch rolled his eyes and grabbed a couple boxes, "You'll be grateful for them when there's a zombie outbreak, just wait."

Poppy merely laughed in response as she lifted some boxes and started taking them out the door.

                                              ~*~*~*~*~*~

It had been easy enough to fit Branch's minimal possessions in Poppy's hot pink Volkswagon Beetle before leaving the decrepit apartment building behind and Branch couldn't help heaving a silent sigh at finally being out of that place. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all? Minus having to keep his feelings in check and to try to not watch every little thing she did with that adorable passion she had and to keep from spouting all the poetic words that wanted to spill out right this very moment for giving him this opportunity and-Nope! Branch growled to himself to stop thinking like that and stared out the window, trying to ignore the way Poppy bopped her head to the music playing on the radio and sang along.

He watched the old, grey and crumbling buildings of his old neighborhood meld into the better part of the city as they drove to Poppy's apartment complex. Bright shops and businesses flew by and Branch made a mental note to work out a new bus system for himself now that he'd be living somewhere new. Soon they turned into a parking lot and parked in front of a cheery, tall white building with sparkling windows and vibrant foliage surrounding it. Branch quietly appreciated it's curb appeal as he got out of the car, this was defiantly a place fitting for the pinkette dancing around the front of the car.

"Ok, so! Do you want to see the place first and then come back for stuff? Or start taking stuff up now?"

"Might as well start taking things. Get this over with."

Poppy gave him an exasperated look as she gently smacked his arm, "Oh, stop acting like this is the end of the world. This is gonna be great!" She weaved around him to go unlock the trunk before grinning wildly and jumping up and down, "Creek! Over here!"

Branch's almost relaxed state vanished as he turned with a scowl to watch the person he disliked most casually walk over. Creek Ophir, who wore bright, eye burning yellow pants, sandals, had the worse combination of teal and green ombre hair and was always spouting something about 'spiritual enlightenment' had been a thorn in Branch's side since middle school. He hadn't even done anything to him, they just never got along and it never did Branch's poor heart any good to see just how happy Poppy became in the presence of the 'guru'.

"Why the hell is he here?"

Unlucky for Branch, Creek had heard that, "Why, I simply came over to help Poppy move in her new roommate of course. No need to be so hostile, Mate." He then smiled at Poppy, "And hello, Poppy."

"Hi~!" She chirped, "And, Branch, chill. This will go faster with three people verses two."

Branch scoffed and reached inside the tiny car to grab the few boxes they fit into the backseat, it wouldn't have taken them that long, he barely had anything! Grumbling to himself and wishing Creek would just disappear, Branch followed Poppy as she skipped up to the building, leading the way into the lobby and to the elevator. A short ride later found them on the sixth floor and Poppy led the way to her apartment.

Dropping the boxes in her hands by the door, the pinkette danced in placed as she rummaged around in her sparkly teal purse for her keys. Laughing in success, she pulled out a keyring full of mostly silly keychains and jiggled them as she unlocked the door. Dropping them back into her purse, Poppy picked the boxes back up and bumped open the door with her hip as she declared brightly, "Ta-dah! Welcome to your new home, Branch!"

Rolling his eyes at her dramatics, Branch followed in after her and took in where he'd be living for an indefinite amount of time. The front door opened into a small foyer overflowing with Poppy's shoes and a cluttered end-table before leading out into the open concept living room and kitchen. The kitchenette was small but not cramped and looked like it had pretty good counter space between the oven and fridge, with a little more on the other side where the sink sat in the island/bar. Branch set his boxes on the table that was butted up against the island and covered in various magazines and colorful binders as he looked at the living room portion.

Cozy and warm were the best way to describe it with it's pale blue couch (overflowing with multi-colored cushions), bright pink armchair (was that a giant stuffed animal peeking over the top?) and beanbags sitting around a scrapbook and glitter covered coffee table. A decently sized wide-screen TV sat across the wall, surrounded by game consoles and racks full of movies and games. Shelves and pictures covered the walls, each overflowing with bits of Poppy's personality and her love for her friends. Branch couldn't help but feel a little out of place in this brightly colored apartment as he looked around at Poppy's life.

"Soooooo," Said young woman drawled as she watched her new roommate look around, "What'cha think?"

"It's...bright." He grimaced, "And do you ever clean up around here? There's clutter everywhere."

Poppy placed her hands on her hips, "Excuse you, it has a healthy lived in feel, thank you very much!"

"Now, now, let's not let any negativity ruin such a...fun occasion, shall we?" Creek said as he sat a large box on the counter, "Branch, mate, there's no need to be so judgmental. And, Poppy, Love, you have a very unique way of letting yourself be captured in everything you do. Don't let anyone ever tell you to do different."

Poppy giggled as she grinned at Creek, "Oh, I know~ But thank you for saying that."

Branch gagged before gesturing to the small hallway he could see, "I'm going to go put this in my room."

"Oh! Right!" Poppy grabbed her boxes again and flounced down the hall, "This way~!"

"I think I could've found it on my own, Poppy."

"Says the one that couldn't find me when we played hide n' seek when we were kids ever."

Branch blinked at the sudden callback to their childhood but didn't let that stop him from replying, "For your information I let you win." She never had to know he actually had the worse time finding her and she was as good as she thought she was.

"Ha! Sure~ Anyway!" She hip checked the door at the end of the hallway open, "Here you go!"

The room was decent size, able to fit the full-sized bed in the corner plus the dresser and desk already in there nicely. The bed was made with soft looking periwinkle sheets and the window had some gentle blue curtains framing it. There was also what looked to be some overflow of Poppy's craft supplies in there but all in all it was a nice looking room, it was just missing a bookcase. Although it was shockingly bare compared to the rest of the apartment.

"I'll get the rest of my stuff out, don't worry." Poppy said as Branch sat his stuff down on the bed.

"That would be good." He snarked instead of saying thank you like a normal person would.

Poppy stuck her tongue out at him before turning around, "Let's go get the rest of your stuff, yeah? Then you can 'Branch' up the room to your liking."

"Haha." He replied as he followed her out and back down the picture filled hallway glancing into both the bathroom and her room as they went by. A lot of pink was all he managed to see.

They came back to the living room to find Creek plucking cans out of Branch's ration box and placing them on the counter. He looked up with that stupid condescending smirk of his when he noticed them, "You do know most of these are expired, yes?"

"That's what I told him."

Branch rolled his eyes, "And I told you they're rations and as long as they aren't opened or the cans dented they're fine. Those dates are just when they should be sold by. Now let's go get the rest of my stuff."

As Branch stormed out the door, Poppy couldn't help shaking her head, "He can be so touchy about things."

"Well some people are just like that. The thing to remember is to not let their life choices effect yours." Creek smiled at her, "And do be sure not to eat anything is these cans, I don't want to hear you've gotten sick."

"Don't worry, I'm gonna make sure they get replaced." Poppy giggled. She then bounced up and kissed him on the cheek, "And thanks so much for helping today~"

"Not a problem, Sweet~"

Giggling some more, Poppy skipped out the door with Creek following to go catch up with Branch at the elevator. He frowned at them before pressing the down button and waiting for the doors to open. Once inside, Poppy bounced and sang softly between Creek and Branch before suddenly exclaiming, "Oh!"

"What?" Branch asked, without thinking.

"I almost forgot!" She pulled her phone out of her pocket before suddenly wrapping her arm around Branch's neck and smooshing their faces together, "Selfie~!"

She snapped a picture just before Branch could pull away, "What was that for?!"

"Duh, to commemorate the occasion." She said as she typed away on the small screen, "Gotta post an update on the moving day for the followers."

"Huh?"

"Don't you follow social media, Branch?"

"No. I use the computers at school for homework and real news." And maybe some conspiracy video's now and again, just to know what to look out for.

Rolling her eyes, Poppy pocketed her phone, "Social media is news. Oh! We should make you an account on Instagram or Twitter! Wouldn't that be fun? You could follow me and the rest of the Snack Pack!"

"No."

"Aw, come on. You'd love it."

"No, I wouldn't."

"Yes, you would."

"No."

"Yes."

Creek chuckled at their childish banter, "You know, Branch, Poppy's right. I'm sure you could find something pertaining to your...unique tastes."

Glowering at Creek as they exited the elevator, Branch growled, "No."

"You don't have to be such a stick in the mud, Branch. Posting is fun! And so is vlogging!"

"Ah, yes. Poppy is quiet the known vlogger. She's fairly popular on Youtube, then again it is very hard not to love her."

"Creek~" Poppy giggled.

Branch gagged again as he went toward her brightly colored car, "You do know that there could be anyone behind those so called 'followers' right? Serial killers, rapists, sicko's with a weird fetish! And you're just giving away your personal information like it's nothing!"

"Oh please, you worry too much. And I know not to trust everything on the internet, I'm not stupid, Branch. Also I'm surprised you know what a vlogger is."

"I've heard Bridget and Gristle gush about it before." And he wasn't a complete idiot, just because he wasn't into keeping up with social media didn't mean he hadn't seen a vlog or two. He just didn't get them. "Let's just finish this up."

Another trip up to the apartment was all it took to finish getting his things in and Branch was ready to unpack and to try and ignore the personified sunshine he now lived with. However, Poppy had other plans as she stopped him before he could retreat into his new room.

"Before I forget again..." She started before pulling something out of her pocket with a flourish, "Dah! Dah! Da-dah! Your key! You are officially my roommate now."

She dropped the key into his hand and he couldn't help tilting his head as he looked at the wink face emoji key cap she had added, "...Thanks."

"No problem~" She giggled.

"Well, as fun as this has been, I'm afraid I must be going." Creek spoke up, "I have a yoga class to get to."

"Oh! Of course!" Poppy skipped over to him, "I'll walk you out. Be right back, Branch. No disappearing into your room yet! We're gonna do some roommate bonding when I get back!"

"What?" He asked but they weren't listening as they walked out the door.

Rolling his eyes and deciding to ignore whatever 'roommate bonding' Poppy had in mind, Branch turned to head down the hallway but something on one of the shelves lining the wall caught his eyes. Wandering over, Branch stared in disbelief at the old, dingy and dinged up cowbell that Poppy had kept with her all throughout elementary and middle school. He couldn't believe she had the stupid thing, he had thought she had finally grown out of it in high school but apparently he was wrong.

Now sort of curious, Branch looked though her collection of pictures, seeing snapshots of her life. Most of them had her main group of friends in some variation, while others held her and people she clearly had charmed with her sunny personality. There were shots of people partying, playing games, her dad of course, Branch was even surprised to see one of him and her. Her seven year-old self was smiling widely, freckles gleaming in the sun with arms wrapped tightly around his ten year-old self, who was smiling just as brightly as he held onto her with one arm, the other holding a first place trophy from the science fair he had entered. Branch let himself remember that moment for a second, back when things were happy and uncomplicated but snapped out of it as he heard Poppy come back inside.

"Hey~ What'cha lookin' at?"

Unwilling to admit what he been thinking about, Branch picked the most random thing he saw sitting innocently before him, "This. Why the hell do you have a dressed up troll on your shelf?"

"Hey!" She came over and picked up said troll, cradling it gently in her hands, "Don't diss Princess Poppy. As princess of the trolls she has to look her best."

Branch snorted, "You named it after you?"

Pink hair flew around her as Poppy shock her head, "No, you did. Don't you remember that you gave her to me?"

Now that she mentioned it, he did vaguely recall presenting a younger Poppy with the toy, "Not really, no."

Rolling her eyes, Poppy placed the treasured item back in her spot, fluffing the hair a little, "Well I do. And she's still one of my favorite gifts from you. Along with these~" She gave the rainbow bangles a little shake to call attention to them, "Anyway~" She sang, "I was thinking since it's still pretty early in the day why don't we go to the store as our first roommate bonding experience?!"

Branch gave her a deadpan look, "I'd rather unpack."

"Aw, come on!" She whined, twirling around him and tugging on an arm, "You can unpack later, we need groceries! Cause let me tell you, mister, I am not sharing my Lucky Charms with you." She playfully wagged a finger at him.

"Like I would touch that sugary junk."

"Exactly! We gotta get you some boring cereal. And some bread...chocolate chips...eggs...maybe some mayo, I gotta check."

Branch stared at her as she fell into thought, finger poised by her chin, "When was the last time you went grocery shopping?"

"Eh, it's been a little while yet. Hence why it's a good time to go!"

"So you're using 'roommate bonding', as you call it, as an excuse."

"No!" She crossed her arms and pouted at him, "I think this'll be a fun first experience for us, I've always had fun going with my previous roommates. Plus come on, when was the last time you ate real food?"

"I eat real food!"

"That didn't come from a can!"

"Uggg!!" Branch groaned before throwing his hands into the air, "Fine, we'll go!"

"Yes! This'll be great! Trust me."

                                              ~*~*~*~*~*~

A little while later, they returned burdened with more groceries than Branch thought they'd get from a very...eventful trip to the store. After Poppy had managed to force him on camera to introduce him to all her 'wonderful subscribers', they had gone from practically corner to corner of the store as Poppy kept remembering things she either wanted or they actually needed. Branch had tried to stick to just a few things but after a brief argument over wither getting just canned soup counted as grocery shopping or not, he had relented and actually picked a few things he hadn't allowed himself to have in a few months.

He'd be lying to himself if he said he wasn't just a little happy to have fresh pears and peaches again, plus the small chocolate bar he snuck past his new roommate.

Getting everything put away now was an even bigger event as Poppy, who just couldn't seem to slow down for a second, put on some bubbly pop song and was dancing around the kitchen as Branch tried to figure out where she liked to put things. Her cabinets were a seemingly random host of things that had no rhyme or reason to being stored together. Branch made a mental note to reorganize everything soon so it would be easier to find certain things, for both of them.

"Show the room what you can do, Prove to them you've got the moves, I don't know about you, But I feel better when I'm dancin, yeah, yeah~" The pinkette sang before hip checking Branch, "Come on, Branch! Sing with me!"

"No. I don't sing."

"Oh please, you use to sing all the time when we were kids." She responded as she tossed a boxed of cereal into the cabinet.

"Well I don't anymore."

"Gah! Such a spoil sport." Poppy groaned before suddenly jumping in place as her phone rang, interrupting the music, "Hello? Oh, hi Satin! Really?! A party?!"

Branch rolled his eyes, wondering if there was ever a time where Poppy wasn't excited about a party, and continued shuffling groceries into their places. At least he'd get a few hours to center himself in this new place since she was sure to go.

"Of course I'll be there! When am I not?!" She nodded along with whatever Satin was telling her before replying, "Okay~! Meet ya at your place in twenty!" Then as she hung up, she grinned at Branch, "Branch. My man. How would you like to go to a party tonight? Eh? Eh?"

"No." He was not going to let her drag him to any parties anymore now than before their living arrangement.

"Pleeeease?!" Oh god, she was trying to puppy dog eyed look again.

"No, Poppy." He growled, glaring at her, "No parties means no parties!"

"Oh fine." She pouted before glaring back at him, "Gesh, I was just trying to get you to lighten up a little. As your friend and now roommate it is my duty to make sure you're living life to it's fullest!"

"No, it's not." He waved her off toward the door, "Now go. I'm looking forward to unpacking in peace."

"Fine, fine." She sighed, rolling her eyes before rushing into her room to grab her make-up bag before flying to the door, "Bye~! Happy to have you as my new roommate even though you're still a grumpy troll~!"

"Don't come back drunk!" He shouted but the door had already slammed shut behind her.

Sighing, Branch finished putting away their food before wandering to his room and sliding down to the floor, back against the bed frame. Tilting his head back, he groaned and wondered how he was ever going to survive living with the tornado that was Poppy Meadows. Reaching for his backpack after a moment, he grabbed a notebook and opened it to a blank page and begun to pen down the words that had been swimming in his head since seeing that old picture of the two of them. That woman just had no idea what she did to him and now he'd have to be extra careful not to let any of his unrequited feelings show. She believed them to be friends and he wasn't about to ruin that with his stupid, messy feelings.

Groaning once more, Branch really hoped he wouldn't regret living with her.

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I swear I either focus too much on certain details and then not enough on others but then again maybe it's just me as the beta has given this chapter a pass *shrugs* I don't really wanna write Creek I be honest but he's necessary for what little plot I have so.... Also the Snack Pack will be coming in next chapter! I have not forgotten them! I'll also make sure to try and add more snark between Branch and Poppy, like I said still getting the hang of them. c:

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Song Credit: Better When I’m Dancin’-Meghan Trainor

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Shall Yourselves Find Blessing by prolixdreams for lunavva

Castiel gets in over his head in a pocket reality created when he accidentally takes a sip of a drink intended to help angels focus on what's most important. Dean won't have it. He's going in.

Teen Rating Tags: Christmas, Hallucinations, Substance Use, Love Confessions, First Kiss

Christmas Treats and Angel Heats by @malmuses​ for Wargurl83

Angels don't have a sex, or gender, nevermind a secondary gender—right? At least, that's what the Winchesters have been led to believe. It's Christmas, and Dean misses his angel friend. He's been AWOL for days, and the Winchesters are worried. When Cas returns to the bunker on Christmas Eve, very clearly in heat, a few of their assumptions are going to have to change. Oh, and Dean is going to have to hide his feelings for Cas in the face of the news that the angel is an unmated omega, who desperately needs their help. Merry Christmas, Dean!

Explicit Rating

Tags: A/B/O, AU - Canon Divergence, Alpha Dean, Omega Castiel, Wing-kink, Mating Bites, Endless Fluff, Christmassy Smut, Heat, Hurt/Comfort

Good Things by @neonbat666​ for Crypto

Dean and Castiel are on a case when it goes a bit south thanks to a blizzard. With the monsters apparently dead they find a hunter's cabin and hunker down for the night to lick their wounds and enjoy a relatively successful evening together.

Explicit Rating

Tags: Human Cas, post empty, cabin trope, hunt, new relationship.

Underneath The Tree by turningthepages for robotsnchicks

All Castiel wants this holiday season is to know for sure if Dean Winchester loves him in return and Castiel hopes after Charlie's annual White Elephant gift exchange he'll have his answer.

General Rating

Tags: Roommates, Friends to Lovers, Misunderstandings, Jealousy, Pining, Happy Ending, Fluff

Silent Prayers by firefly124 for secretlyjensen

With the bunker to themselves, Dean and Castiel take tentative steps towards each other.

General Rating

Tags: Fluff (Also can be found on DreamWidth)

Out of the Blue, It would be you by @leafzelindor​ for WaywardAF67

Dean Winchester and Castiel Novak have known each other since college. They live together, they share everything, so it's not hard to pretend it's more, but is it just pretend?

Teen Rating

Tags: Alternate Universe, They were roommates!, Fluff, holiday setting, Dean is a dork

The Curse of the Ugly Sweater by canadduh for shaes_bae

If Dean knows anything in life it’s that ugly Christmas sweaters, basements, and witches do not mix.

General Rating

Tags: Witches, magical roofies, Drunk Dean, Friends to Lovers, Drunk confessions, body switching, Sharing Body Heat, Fake Dating, Drunk Castiel

Come and Save Me Tonight by @braezenkitty for delicious-irony

“Baby, you’re my angel Come and save me tonight”

Dean is a superhero who needs saving. Good thing his Angel is close by. Now if only Dean could figure out why he seems so familiar…

Teen Rating

Tags: alternate universe - superheroes, first kiss, secret identity, identity porn (Pillowfort)

Under the Mistletoe by @snarkysnartes for Alessariel 

He was a celebrity, kne that Dean's daughter fawned over. It wasn't like Dean to get star struck.

General Rating

Tags: Fluff, celebrity au

Feel My Pain by @saywhatjessie for Shannon-Kind

Mary Winchester hadn’t been exactly surprised when her four year old came toddling up to her in tears, confused why his knee hurt when he hadn’t even fallen over. Or a universe where you feel your soulmate's pain.

General Rating

Tags: Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Soulmates, Soulmates identified through pain

Sure As The Stars by @nox-lee for turningthepages

It’s Cas and Dean’s first Christmas together in their new house. The decorations are hung, the cookies are made, and Dean can’t wait to spend the holiday season with Cas. But when he starts coming home late from work, Dean worries that Cas might be keeping something from him.

Mature Rating

Tags: established relationship, miscommunication, modern au, christmas

Winter Wonder Walk by @shannon-kind for canadduh

Dean begrudgingly agrees to be his roommate's Plus One at a charity event, since Benny can't bring his girlfriend who will be volunteering. Of course Benny ditches him first chance he gets. And there's this one volunteer with messy dark hair and bright blue eyes who seems to have a problem with everything Dean does.

Teen Rating

Tags: Meet Cute, Winter Holidays, Christmas Fluff

All I want for Christmas is Yule by @robotsnchicks for MalMuses

Zachariah frowns. “Let’s not forget the reason for the season, Castiel. It's Merry Christmas, not Happy Holidays.” When work makes it hard for Cas to keep his Yuletide spirits high, he finds comfort in the latest anonymous letter left on his desk. Now if only he could convince his mysterious correspondent to reveal themselves.

Teen Rating

Tags: Librarian Castiel, Wiccan Castiel, Professor Dean, secret admirer, two person love triangle, yule traditions

(Pillowfort)

A Warm Safe Place by @waywardaf67 for waywarded

Sam was going to be out of the bunker for a few days and called Cas home to ensure Dean wouldn't be snowed in alone. The pair got to spend a quality night together where they gorged themselves on snacks, watched Dean's favorite movie, and oh yeah Cas accidentally recreated the northern lights. Dean was very impressed.

Teen Rating

Tags: Fluff, First Kiss, Wings, Northern Lights, Snow Storm, Sam Ships It, Cuddling & Snuggling, Angel Wings, Dean’s POV, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence

In All Senses of the Word by @surlybobbies for exceptcas

“Jackass,” Dean said, though the twitch of his mouth gave his affection away. “What if I died tonight and you never wished me a Merry Christmas?” “Of all the things to regret not saying, ‘Merry Christmas’ is hardly on my list, Dean.” Dean raised an eyebrow. “Oh, yeah? What would you regret not saying, then?” Cas looked at Dean’s face - at the arch of his brow and the faded freckles across his nose. And he thought about saying it. Cas had thought about saying it for months now. But he looked down at his shoes and smiled instead. “I’d regret not asking you for your apple pie recipe.”

General Rating

Tags: Fluff, Christmas, Holiday, Friends to Lovers, New Year's Eve

Wooing for Dummies by @tobythewise​ for Morrigan 

Dean Winchester has a plan to finally woo his best friend while snowed in his family's cabin. Too bad Castiel is the either the most oblivious person in the world, or he's just not interested.

General Rating

Tags: High School AU, Attempts at Wooing, Snowed in, Love confessions, Oblivious Cas

(Pillowfort)

Learning to Trust Again by @tobythewise​ for boy12

Dean might be a catboy, sought after as nothing more than a glorified sextoy, but he was also a fighter, unwilling to go down without swinging. Will his new owner be able to break down his walls? Or will Castiel pine after Dean in silence forever?

Explicit Rating

Tags: Catboy Dean, Owner Castiel, Falling in love, Angst with a happy ending, Hurt/Comfort, Mating Cycles/Heat, Bottom Dean, Top Cas

(Pillowfort)

I’ll Watch Over You by waywarded for noxlee

Cas and Dean are trekking through a wintry forest, Dean is tired but too stubborn to rest, so Castiel makes him.

General Rating

Tags: huddling for warmth, bamf castiel, protective castiel, sleepy dean winchester, winter solstice

The Morning Kiss by @artbloggouinetteparletrop​ for deadly-kitten-kay

A destiel soft kiss's digital painting with some impressionist vibes

SFW

Tags: #destiel #destiel fanart #the profound bond #destiel fluff #destiel kiss #castiel #dean winchester #casdean

(Pillowfort) 

Snow Blind Date by @delicious-irony​ for Gouinette parle trop

Charlie insists Dean go on a blind date to get over his monumentally massive crush on his obviously straight roommate Castiel.

Teen Rating

Tags: No Archive Warnings apply; fluff, pining, they were roommates!, miscommunication, blind date

(Pillowfort)

Saturnalia by @honeyedsam​ for braezenkitty 

Dean and Castiel get stuck in a one room cabin with no heat while hunting a snow nymph. Cas opts to keep Dean from freezing to death instead of going after the nymph.

Explicit Rating

Tags: Snowed In, Huddling For Warmth, First Time, Mutual Pining, Canon Compliant, Blow Jobs, Mutual Masturbation, Biting, Nipple Play, Frottage

Shattered Glass by @elizasugarcane for surlybobbies

Dean has a bad day, Cas is there to help.

Teen Rating

Tags: flashbacks, hurt/comfort, panic attacks

(Pillowfort)

Cancelled Flights and Coffee by @insertbottomdeanpunhere for LeafZelindor

Dean is flying home for Christmas when he meets a handsome stranger. When all flights are cancelled due to a snow storm, they're presented with the chance to get to know each other better.

General Rating

Tags: meet-cute, stuck in airport, coffee shops, first meetings

For A Special Someone by @usarechan for haikuhamster

Cas finds a christmas gift for Dean

SFW

(Ao3)

The Magic of the Season by @kazshero for prolixdreams

Castiel works what magic he can.

General Rating

Tags: In the Bunker, Christmas Fluff, First Kiss 

Lights Shining Brightly by @exceptcas for kazshero 

"Is that mistletoe?" Jack asked, pointing to a spot above Dean and Cas. Cas looked over to Dean, eyes wide, cautious all around. There was, in fact, mistletoe right above them. It was a bundle of green, wrapped in red string.

General Rating

Tags: Chrsitmas Fluff. Doctor Castiel. Single parent castiel. Mistletoe.

Adventures in Problem Solving by @blueeyesandpie for snarkysnartes 

Dean and Cas have been living together since freshman year and despite their many differences, that's how Dean wants to keep it. Then senior year rolls around and Castiel reminds Dean that his student visa expires soon after he graduates. Dean has a mad plan, but can they keep up the charade long enough for Cas to stay in America where he belongs, or will Dean's growing feelings get in the way?

Teen Rating

Tags: College AU, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Idiots in Love, Russian Castiel, Project Keep Castiel in America

(Pillowfort)

Operation Holiday Queer by haikuhamster for JessJessTheBest

For three years since coming out, Castiel had spent every Christmas sitting around a dinner table hearing passive aggressive comments, ridiculous misinformation, and some occasional slurs. So when Castiel’s aunt so kindly suggested that he bring a girlfriend, the solution was obvious to him. Bring a boyfriend instead. Unfortunately, he didn’t have a boyfriend to bring.

Teen Rating

Tags: Fake Relationship, Homophobia, Salty Castiel, Soft Dean Winchester, First Kiss

A Promise at Solstice by @alessariel for BinJLG

'Statue NOT for sale!’ And smaller underneath: 'Quit it, Crowley!’ Dean had put the not-for-sale sign up a month ago. He’d thought it should be easy enough to understand but now he was starting to wonder if he needed to make a larger one. Possibly one with some profanity on it, to really scare people off. A human-sized statue with wings suddenly appearing on one’s roof apparently attracted a lot of attention, especially one as impressive as Castiel. Yet no matter how many strange people tried to bribe or threaten him, Dean vowed to always protect Cas and never stop searching for a way to bring him back.

Explicit Rating

Tags: Explicit, Wingfic, Handprint Kink, Gargoyles, Magic

(Pillowfort)

[errantknightess]

Writer ask meme

Tagged by @kitty-bandit, @silentium-nightshade and @faeriexqueen - thanks a lot :D Answers under the cut because it’s long and who has the time for that.

1. Explain your AO3 handle.

It's just a variant of the screen name I came up back when I was fourteen and obsessed with Middle Ages. It's pretty dumb, but I got used to it and kinda like the shape of those lowercase letters.

2. Favorite fanfiction trope?

Mutual pining. Give me all the sad idiots that don't realize how much they mean to the love of their life! Give me their awkward fumbling as they fail to express their feelings and stay convinced the other could never possibly reciprocate! Give me the stolen touches and fleeting glances and weak excuses to be as close to each other as they dare!

3. Favorite place to write?

My room, door closed, absolute silence everywhere, or at the very least earplugs/some white noise in my headphones.

4. Favorite ships in your current fandom?

In DGM it's laven, always and forever, my precious lost dorks ♥ And as you can notice, I've also fallen into FFXV and promptis hell recently. Here's your fair warning that I'll be writing quite a bit of it in the future.

5. What are your steps to get into the Writing Mood™?

Basically just daydreaming the scenes I need to write next. When I can see them in my mind clearly enough, I'm ready to write -- otherwise I fumble a lot and they don't come out feeling very natural.

6. What program/app do you use to write?

I draft things out in Notepad and clean the finished thing in Word. I find that Notepad is less intimidating in a way -- I can just drop loose messy notes in it and not worry about things being perfect, while Word and other “proper” programs pressure me to Get It Right on the first try. Recently I've also started turning my laptop off and jotting my notes down by hand instead, and that helps a lot in keeping away all the internet distractions! (I do transfer those notes to Notepad later, though -- actual writing is way quicker on the keyboard, and as a non-native speaker I need my dictionaries and Google).

7. List your zodiac sign, favorite ice cream flavor, Hogwarts House, and your opinion on pineapple pizza.

Cancer, mint with chocolate chips, Slytherin, and sure I'll eat that

8. Link us a fanfic that made you cry.

Two of Cups by @kitty-bandit makes me cry every time I read it. It's so full of raw love and passion, and has such a wonderful, intimate atmosphere. It makes me very emotional.

9. Link us a fanfic that made you laugh.

Tumbling down the ffxv hole, I've discovered that I love Ignis/Gladio written as comedy. Marry in Haste, Regen at Leisure by fictionfinding is a gem, those fast-paced, quippy dialogues had me howling.

10. Link us a fanfic that left you in complete awe at the writer’s ability.

I'm always completely in awe of @kitty-bandit‘s ability to plot out long, complex stories, fill them with action and tension, and see them through till the end. Her Lost Time is probably where it hit me the most. I'm seriously amazed at how she comes up with all her ideas and puts them together so they fit perfectly like puzzle pieces. I also just have to mention Warmth by @carolyncaves as it had literally reduced me to stumbling in a stunned daze for a few days. I fell in love with the narration there, with those vivid descriptions and the striking way of building the scenes so they grip you tight with suspense.

11. List your kinks.

I don't really read porn and I'm extremely vanilla, but I always appreciate heavy makeouts/clothed sex, some non-con with a heavy focus on hurt/comfort later, and certain very specific aspects of the Fuck or Die trope.

12. How do you come up with your ideas?

I don't really come up with ideas as much as they come to me; I tend to write things I want to read myself. Sometimes I draw inspiration from life (one of my current WIPs is based on a really terrible attempt at an omelette I made recently...), other times they develop from random headcanons as I try to flesh out my desperately lacking characterization and get into the characters' heads better.

13. How do you implement said ideas into a cohesive narrative?

I write mostly short stuff, so there's not really a lot of work for me to do in terms of plotting. If I feel the need to see a particular scene, I just put it down and try to build some more context around it until it can pass for a drabble/fic -- so I think back on all the "why"s, figure out how that situation could come to be and where it leads to based on the characters' reactions and dialogue.

14. What are your working on right now? Share a little snippet or a description.

I'm working on a bunch of stuff, jumping form one thing to another, so... have this tiny bit of a very random promptis drabble? (I'm sorry, I promise y'all some laven for Christmas, but for now I'm just. In the mood for this ;;;;;;;;;)

When he needed to, Noctis could be an incredibly patient man.

He had withstood the trials of adolescence that came with being royalty in a public high school. His scarce public appearances were a constant display of diplomacy and self-control as he deflected obnoxious, invasive questions from the press. He managed not to nap in most of the bi-weekly council meetings. And of course, when all of that was done, he could spend hours on end sitting still and silent on a pier with a fishing rod in hand.

All of that patience, however, evaporated like a daemon on a summer morning some time around his third game over in a row.

"Damn it," he groaned, slamming the control panel with his fist. Prompto flinched, but the dull clang of metal drowned in the noise around them. The arcade was busy enough that no one paid any mind to their crown prince assaulting the machines -- even though Noct did his best to make sure Prompto could hear his discontent over the crowd.

"Did you see that?" He waved his hand at the screen, where his avatar was still blinking red in a cloud of pixellated explosion. "I totally had it! This is cheating!"

"You think it's rigged?" Prompto poked the machine with the tip of his boot. If it was, he couldn't see any signs of tampering, other than the peeling stickers and a few choice words of graffiti on the side.

[saysfinat]

Victuuri fic recs

The Tsesarevich lives! by mtothedestiel, Explicit, 50k

An Anastasia AU. Victor is an orphan with no name, no family, and no memory of a time before he was ten years old. Could he really be the missing Nikiforov heir? An adventure across Europe with two conmen will lead him to the answer. 

This fic is really nice to read especially if you like Anastasia. It follows the plot of the movie with a few exceptions.The characters’ personalities are absolutely on point and it has a really healthy relationship in it. My favorite tags are #friends to lovers and #Bottom Victor Nikiforov   ;))

Sweetsilversub by phlintandsteel, Explicit, 71k

When Katsuki Yuuri thinks about his life, he feels like maybe it should have the subtitle ‘A Study In Contradictions’ after it. As he grows and learns more about himself though, he decides he’s willing to acknowledge that being a 'Work In Progress’ is ok too.

Even if he struggles with uniting the 'online’ and 'in real life’ portions of himself, at least he’s got friends in both places who are willing to stick by him while he works shit out. And maybe more than friends, if the look in Victor’s eyes is anything to go by… How did this become his life!!?!?

I don’t usually read Dom/sub fics but this is a masterpiece. It handles this kind of relationship really well and in a healthy way. Victor supports Yuuri online long before Yuuri notices his real personality. THE TENSION IS REAL.

Six Kinds of Love (WIP) by Frilly_Axolotl, Explicit, 56k Rape/Non-Con!

It’s almost funny how one night can change a person’s life forever.

They were caught and sold together over a year ago. Two Yuris for the price of one, the auctioneer said. But now their sadistic Masters seem to have angered the enigmatic Viktor Nikiforov, who is willing to take on another slave or two as compensation.

In a world where slavery is legal, it’s hard to know who to trust. Sometimes, you just have to take a chance.

This is very realistically written and Yuuri’s trauma is really deep. It deals with heavy topics so I don’t recommend this if you’re easily offended. Spoiler or not, Victor is an absolute sweetheart<33

when the ice melts in the snow (that's when you'll love me) (WIP) by  lilithiumwords, Explicit, 59k

Katsuki Yuuri is the worst incubus in the Underworld. Viktor Nikiforov is his human target.

OMG MAYBE MY FAVORITE FIC EVER! The characterization is absolutely amazing and Victor and Yuuri are perfectly equals which is really important for me. You have to read this fic if you haven’t already. You won’t be disappointed! 

On My Love (WIP) by RikoJasmine, Teen And Up Audiences, 72k

For the second time, the Sochi Grand Prix Finals arrive, and with it a reborn Yuuri Katsuki. “Viktor,” Yuuri thinks over the pounding of his heart, the crowd going silent as the music begins. “I’ll show the world what you meant to me.”

Yuuri often thinks of his life as Before and After Viktor Nikiforov, the marking point being the day Viktor swept into his life and turned his world upside-down. After many years together, an accident leads to Yuuri suddenly waking up in the Before—back in Detroit, before the GPF, before he ever knew Viktor as anything other than his childhood idol.

As if it had all been just a dream.

My favorite time travel fic for sure! It can make you cry and laugh and it’s really fluffy! Victor’s characterization is perhaps the best I’ve read so far. He’s a dork but at the same time not an idiot. Mutual pining for the win! :D

starstruck by shizuoh, Teen And Up Audiences, 59k

"Hold my son for a moment," says the Viktor Nikiforov, live in the flesh, sweaty and panting.

"Wha—" Yuuri can't even begin to comprehend what's going on before Viktor is gone, and there's a child in his arms.

(in which yuuri is a simple barista, viktor is a famous movie star, and yuri is an 8 year old kid stuck in the middle of it.)

Normally I don’t read fics where Yuri is Victor and/or Yuuri’s child but this fic is just incredible. There are trans and genderfluid characters and the dynamic between Yuuri and Victor is really great. Cuteness overload <3

dear true love by  cityboys, Teen And Up Audiences, 72k

Victor is a writer pretending to be on a break; Yuuri is a pianist pretending to not be on a break.

They meet, somehow, in the backwaters of Saga Prefecture, Japan.

I absolutely adore this author. Their stories are really well done and unique and their writing style is one of my favorites. This is my favorite story by them but I recommend every one of their works. I cried while reading this, it was an emotional rollercoaster and an absolute beautiful piece.

Come Out of Hiding (I'm Right Here Beside You) by osaki_nana_707, Not Rated (would be Explicit), 84k

After forgetting the words to his song during a vocal competition as a teenager, Yuuri Katsuki decided singing was not for him. Instead he went to NYU to study English. He never expected Viktor Nikiforov, Broadway star extraordinaire looking to direct his first production on the stage, would ever find his up-and-coming lead... in him.

A Broadway AU with a really nice setting! I really like the characterization. It made me cry a couple of times and the characters’ emotions were highly on display. A really good one!!

[ladyselene]

Sky of Endless Love: Chapter 1 (Y!!!OI Fic)

AO3

Chapter 2

Inspired by the wonderful Day & Night AU by @beanpots. Please pay their lovely blog a visit!

Series: Yuri!!! On Ice

Rating: G (Will change in later chapters due to sexual themes.)

Words: 3 200+

Warnings: Dramatic mythos, mutual yearning, and an overdose of figurative cheddar cheese true to my style (read: eventual fluffy love and romance). Phichit is the Best Friend™ in the entirety of the galaxy, Yuuri and Victor are smitten and pining dorks, and Yurio is done.

Summary: In a Realm far above the Earth, the King of Day leaves behind roses of vivid red - all in the hopes of having his feelings reach the King of Night.

Meanwhile, Yuuri wonders why Victor keeps dropping his roses.

(More notes can be found at the end of the fic.)

In times long past, at the Beginning of All, there came to be the Sun and the Moon, guardians of Earth.

The Sun was older of the two deities. They were noble and radiant, burning ever brightly, and under their light life would always awaken, blooming and prospering. Other deities held the Sun in adoration, and in time the humans of the Earth would also gaze upon the Sun’s glory, singing songs of reverence of the wonders that their golden rays brought to life upon land.

The Moon came not long after the Sun. They were gentle and beautiful, guiding the lost and carrying on their head a veil of rest that they would cover the Earth with, and under which the weary could sleep. But the Moon was weighed down by a heavy heart - for unlike the Sun and the stars that were theirs to care for, the Moon did not shine, and so they isolated themselves in shame.

Yet it happened that the Sun once crossed paths with the Moon, who was gracefully dancing among the stars in a quiet corner of the Milky Way. Upon their meeting, the Sun fell deeply in love, and in their eyes no one had ever shined so brightly. The Moon had always admired the Sun from afar, encountering the radiant deity in their most wonderful dreams time after time, and in their heart love also lay hidden. Their feelings only grew as the Sun and Moon opened their hearts to one another, dancing together in the vast heavens, guarding the young Earth together side by side. In time, the golden rays that the Sun showered upon the Moon in love and adoration turned into a silver glow of their own, their lights mingling together and painting the sky in vibrant colours, and for a long time they embraced each other in the sky.

However, their happiness soon became frowned upon. The rest of the galaxy could not fathom why the revered and radiant Sun, adored by all, would have fallen in love with the sensitive and demure Moon. Envy grew in their hearts towards the Moon who, in their eyes, had stolen the Sun away, and the humans of the Earth grew equally envious, feeling that the Sun’s rays now shone more upon the Moon than their lands.

This caused a heavy burden to once more grow silently and steadily in the heart of the Moon. As dearly as they loved the Sun, the Moon became pained with doubt and fear, and in time they could no longer believe themselves worthy of love, or trust in the sincerity of the Sun’s feelings. Hoping to be selfless and free the Sun from the spell they thought was holding their beloved captive, the Moon tried to run away, but their hand was grasped by another. It was the Sun, pleading for the Moon to remain by their side.

“If you love me, you will let me go,” cried the Moon.

“If you love me, you will stay,” the Sun cried back.

But the Moon could not bring themselves to stay any longer. With great pain in their heart, the Moon bid farewell to the Sun, fleeing as their beloved was left behind, paralyzed by the shock of their loss.

Their parting was a shared regret. With every moment apart, their heartache only grew. After a time, the Sun and Moon both began to look for the other, wishing to mend their bond - but unbeknownst to them, they were running in a circle around the Earth, always on opposite sides, always reaching for the back of the other. The Sun and Moon continued to yearn for one another, weaving together a broken story of love. Yet hope remained in their hearts, even as deep sorrow gnawed away relentlessly at their core. In time they both knew they could not go on any longer - but there was something they could do.

The Sun and The Moon both used the last of their powers to create new life, embedding their spirit and magic into beings of their own. From the Sun came Day: a being created from golden rays, clouds and their silver linings, of bright blue sky and various shades of light. From the Moon came Night: a being made from silver moonlight, the softness of the veil of rest, from glimmering stars, shadows and the dark blue sky. After giving life to Day and Night, the Sun and Moon enclosed their souls into orbs of light that would forever shine upon the domains of their children. In their hearts, they pleaded for the Universe to guide their two rulers together – for through them, the Sun and the Moon could also be united once again.

If only a brighter eternity could be born, springing from another tale in history.

—

“Another one?”

Dusk had just fallen by the call of its Herald, and Yuuri, King of Night, stood in front of a throne of silver and gold, picking up a rose of vivid red that sat upon it. A vibrant flora of the same kind had been devotedly greeting him in the Sky Court for a long time now, always on the throne on his arrival.

“Hey, Yuuri, what do you have there?”

Phichit - Herald of Dawn, Viceroy of the Moon Realm, and Night’s most beloved friend since eons ago - made his way behind him, resting his chin on Yuuri’s cloak-covered shoulder and noting the flower in Night’s silver-blue hands with great curiosity.

“Phichit,” the King of Night acknowledged his Viceroy, eyes fixated upon the flower with a look of interest and slight worry. “It’s another rose. Victor must have dropped it again,” Yuuri answered, thoughtful. “Strange… this has been happening for weeks now.”

Phichit’s eyes lit up at the words, and he straightened his back, fingers drawing to his chin in thought. “Weeks, you say? Isn’t that a bit too much to be an accident?”

Yuuri turned his head around to look at his friend, brows furrowed in a silent question of What do you mean? But it only made Phichit grin.

“That can only mean one thing,” Phichit continued, the upward curve of his lips widening, the stars in his dark eyes twinkling. Suddenly, Yuuri understood. His eyes opened wide and his cheeks were quickly dusted with a deep blue, and he stammered.

“No, no, no, don’t say it–”

But it was all in vain, for of course Phichit would say it.

“He totally likes you!” the Viceroy chirped, and the thought made Yuuri’s heart feel wrecked and much too warm. 

“Eeeh?” his voice rushed out of him in the form of something akin to a squeak, embarrassment and disbelief making him sound less than regal. “N-no, that’s not it, I think,” Yuuri said, and the blue tint on his features deepened. “He loves the gardens of Sun Realm. Maybe he likes to decorate with the flowers, or wear them…”

Phichit was having none of it. Typical Yuuri, to not believe the good that’s in front of him. This needed further prodding.

 “So, when did this start, exactly?” he inquired.

“After the Celebration of the Solar Eclipse,” said Yuuri.

“The Solar Eclipse?” Oh, the things I miss out on!” Phichit wailed.

The Eclipse Celebrations were grand gatherings upon which the kings and the people of the two Heavenly Realms – the Realm of the Sun and the Realm of the Moon - would come together at the Court of the Sky, which resided in the middle of their kingdoms. Eclipses are created when Day and Night join each other at the balcony of the Sky Court’s castle, the highest peak of the Middle Realm that overlooked all of Earth, and use their powers to position the Sun and the Moon beside each other in the Heavens. The Eclipses came in Solar and Lunar forms, and though they differed, they created equally beautiful sights for the Earth and Sky to behold.

Under normal circumstances, the Herald of Dusk would take part in the celebrations along with the King of Night, but a supernova had just occurred in one of the Moon Realm’s constellations during the eve of the Eclipse: tending to the stars was a task that Yuuri had always personally seen to, but only the Night King could raise the Moon for the celebration – and so Phichit had stayed behind and taken charge as Night’s Viceroy when Yuuri’s priority called him to the gathering. It had certainly not been the same without Phichit by his side.

“I don’t think you missed out on much,” Yuuri offered in consolation.

“But something obviously happened, for Day to shower you with roses!” Yuuri had that uncertain frown again, looking like he might protest, but Phichit gave a gentle squeeze to his arm and pressed on. “Come now, Yuuri. King Victor leaves a rose on the Sky Throne at the end of each day, for weeks? I doubt they’d fall on the throne if they were sewn into his clothes, and one rose makes for a bland decoration! They’re a sign of affection - he must have fallen for you during this Solar Eclipse!”

“Somehow, I find that really hard to believe,” was Yuuri’s quiet response.  

“Yuuri, you have no reason to think that,” Phichit assured him. “Think back to the party, did something happen? Did you finally manage to talk to him properly?”

“I… no. Honestly, I can’t recall. I think I slept through most of the celebration.”

“You slept?” Phichit repeated.

“After creating the Eclipse,” Yuuri elaborated, struggling to remember the rest, “I think I might have drank too much, and fell asleep when everyone was still mingling. I only remember being woken up afterwards by Otabek.”

For a moment, his Viceroy only stared, stunned, and Yuuri felt embarrassed at the thought of falling asleep at a gathering with all their people present. Despite being a beloved and respected ruler in his realm, he had never been one for crowds, and did not fare well with them – Phichit had always been the more social of the two.

After a few seconds of wide-eyed staring, Dusk let out a melodic sound of laughter. “Oh, Yuuri,” Phichit said. “This is what happens when I leave you alone!”

“It’s hardly funny,” Yuuri protested, though a smile tugged at his lips in the light of Phichit’s joy.

“I personally think it’s very funny,” Phichit replied airily.

“Phichit,” Yuuri said through an escaped chuckle, and gently elbowed his friend’s arm in mock punishment.

The Viceroy conceded. “Okay, okay. So, can you tell me what you did to the roses?”

“I asked them to be returned.”

“You returned them?!”

The King of Night looked mournful. “They can’t survive without the Sun. If I took them with me, they would wilt in a heartbeat.”

“Oh… you’re right,” Phichit realized. “But Yuuri, you have to do something! Answer his call. How long have you yearned for him?”

Yuuri wondered into the depths of his memories. His first encounter with Victor, eons ago, happened in the clear blue of the Realm of Sky, above the Earth. Yuuri was so young then, created not long ago, still struggling with grasping life and wandering aimlessly in the vastness of the Heavens.

Then, he saw Victor dancing.

Out of all that Yuuri has witnessed in his existence, it remained the most beautiful sight. The strands of Day’s long hair were made out of silver linings and his skin of pale white light, and the blue sky lived in his eyes. Victor moved as gracefully as air and shined as brilliantly as the Sun, and as he danced in the Sky with a smile on his face and created clouds as he twirled, Day did not look lost at all – he looked, Yuuri thought, as if he had found himself. Night could only gaze upon him, entranced.

Then, he found purpose.

But Yuuri had never managed to truly connect with King Victor of the Sun. Their paths have crossed countless times, as Day and Night, as kings, but there was an aching feeling of distance in Yuuri’s heart that he had never managed to cut away. It felt as if the Sky was there to separate them even as they would stand together to create an Eclipse, or when they would see each other in the Middle Realm above the Earth, raising the Sun and the Moon in their turn. Victor was too mesmerizing, and burned too brightly. Yuuri had come to consider his fate blessed for simply being able to see him, however briefly.

But this. Yuuri was still struggling to admit that this was happening – that the red rose that had now come to sit upon the throne Day and Night shared would truly be for him. The thought of having Victor’s affection made him so happy that the possibility of it being a misunderstanding was painful.

“It’s been too long, Yuuri,” Phichit spoke from beside him, calling him back to reality. “Answer him,” he repeated.

The Dusk Herald’s encouragement was not in vain. It would have been a lie to say that he was not bothered by doubt, but Yuuri had already come to a conclusion in his heart. I don’t want to throw this chance away.

He gave Phichit a nod of determination.

 “At the end of the next day,” said Yuuri, “I’ll answer him.” Phichit smiled in response.

“Now we’re talking! Well then, My King, I think it’s about time.”

“Right.”

Dusk fell, giving way to Night as Yuuri summoned the Moon to shine upon the Earth along with the stars. The small Moon around Yuuri’s neck, crafted from a small fragment of the silver orb, transformed along it to take the shape of a waning crescent. As he sat upon the throne, he found himself gazing at the rose again, still holding it with gentle fingers.

“It’s really beautiful,” said Phichit.

“Mm,” Yuuri agreed.

“Will I have it returned?”

“Yes, please.”

—

“He loves me, he loves me not…”

“Victor.”

“He loves me not, he loves me…”

“Oi, Victor!”

Dawn roared at the King of Day, looking at the sight in front of him in irritation. Victor had been daydreaming the time away in his chambers, currently plucking away the petals of a daisy as his beloved dog lay beside him, and speaking absolute nonsense that his Viceroy had just about had enough of.

When he heard a familiar voice shouting his name, Victor turned around to see Yuri standing at the entrance, a frown on his face and a pile of papers stacked under his arm.

“Ah, Yuri,” Victor smiled in greeting and stood up, setting a half-plucked daisy on the bed before making his way to the Dawn Herald. “I didn’t hear you coming.”

“What a surprise,” Yuri huffed in response. “Here,” he shoved the papers to Victor, “Reports on the Sun’s condition.”

“Okay, thanks. I’ll get to these in a moment. Is there anything else?”

 “You’ve been ridiculous ever since the party and you need to stop,” the Viceroy added.

The Day King laughed. “That’s hardly what I meant by asking.”

Yuri hesitated. Then, “The rose got returned.”

Ah.

Victor smiled, eyes downcast. “I see.”

“I still don’t get why you’re being like this.”

“It’s love,” he answered. “I can’t help it.”

During the past several weeks, Victor had always left a red rose to sit upon the Sky Throne after every summoned day. He hoped that they would send his feelings to wherever the King of Night wandered.

After the Eclipse, Victor had not stopped thinking about Yuuri.

The celebration had begun as always: Yuuri joined him at the balcony of the Sky Castle as their people would bear witness from below, and the beings of Earth from lands far away. He would greet Night with his warmest smile, and Night would smile softly in response before turning his head away. They would raise the Sun and the Moon together, and then part too quickly as Yuuri left in haste. Victor had never run after him, but it had never meant that he would not have wanted them to remain side by side, even if a little longer. For eons Victor had mournfully wondered if Yuuri had grown to dislike him for a reason or another: was that why he never stayed? Perhaps he did not want to be any closer than need be?

Only then, during a Solar Eclipse that Victor had assumed to be like any other, everything changed, and all was no longer as always. As Victor’s eyes followed Yuuri, he noted how his fellow king had busied himself with the wine made from the grapes of the Sun-kissed gardens of Day’s realm. It was rare for him to drink – Victor gathered it was due to the absence of Dusk, who so often was the company of the demure Night. But when Yuuri eventually slipped away from the crowd and travelled deeper into the halls of the castle, Victor could not help but follow.

Then, Yuuri asked him for a dance. And dance they did.

As they moved together to the rhythm of echoing music, side by side and fingers intertwined, Victor could feel himself come to life. He was always held in reverence as the King of Day, and the burden of that title was greater than anyone would believe - but for a moment in time, there were no restrictions or expectations to hold him down, nor a need for forced smiles. It was a feeling of warmth that he had forgotten long ago.

They danced and laughed the day away, holding each other tightly as they did, and Victor found himself hoping he could stay in Yuuri’s embrace for the rest of eternity. That wish did not quite come true… but it was alright, Victor thought, in the light of the other gift Yuuri gave him before they parted. With sparkling stars in his eyes and deep blue dust on his cheeks, he gave him words.

“When it’s time for the Lunar Eclipse, won’t you dance together with me in the Sky?”

Upon an Eclipse, Victor had come to life, and fallen in love.

“Hey, Idiot King.”

Ah. I completely forgot.

Victor blinked his eyes in order to wake himself from the reverie. “What is it, Yuri?”

“If it’s such a big deal, why don’t you just go and see him already? The King of Night.”

“That wouldn’t do,” replied Victor.

“Why?” Dawn pressed, uncomprehending.

“Because I need an answer from him first,” Victor told him. He had loved every moment they had spent together during the Eclipse, but he had not heard from Yuuri since then as he thought he would. Victor had expressed his feelings with red roses, the flowers that spoke of love in the language of the flora, in the hopes of reaching Yuuri’s heart and encouraging him to call for him in kind.

Yet the messengers of his love kept coming back without a word, and he knew not why.

“It sure doesn’t seem like you’re getting an answer,” Yuri said, and his frown deepened. “Really, how long are you going to keep this up? I can’t look at this.”

Victor hummed in thought. He walked to the large windows on the opposite side of the room, and looked at the colourful gardens below, alive with Sun and Earth flora alike. If only he could make Yuuri understand how long he had been dreaming of him.

And then an idea came to him, and the blue of his eyes sparkled.

���I’ve decided!”

The Viceroy stared at him. “Hah?”  

“I know what I’m going to do,” Victor declared. “This time, I can reach his heart.”

  - To Be Continued. -

Sara’s notes: This fic could alternatively be titled: “The Tale of the Two Pining Kings”. *laughs*

As formerly mentioned, this story was inspired by the AU created by beanpots, and you can follow everything related to the story here. I fell in love the moment I saw this picture, and then the AU just kept getting more wonderful, and I became inspired. I love Y!!!OI dearly, so I’m happy to finally contribute to the series. (Thank you, @beanpots, for the AU and for igniting that spark in me!)

Oh, also: I imagined the characters to be something akin to the gods of Greek mythology, so hence the human-like customs and behaviour. I also wanted to stay true to the canon as much as I could. This chapter was mostly dedicated to building up the story, but don’t worry, Victor and Yuuri will certainly see each other in the future.

Thank you very much for reading, and be well!

[bluheaven-adw]

Watch out y'all, my brain is semi-functional and this is going to be a ramble and a half.

I always like to point to the Trollhunters book series for this one (not the GDT book, the ones that follow the series). And Pinky's basically got it. She's confident and self assured, not afraid to rock out by herself without a single care for what anyone else might think... all things our favorite anxiety ridden boy isn't.... yet. And from that very first night he was completely smitten. Jim is a bit too much in his own head.... but he has moments where that inner voice... that constant nagging worry... goes quiet for a few glorious moments, and he feels free. Moments like racing the wind on his bike, launching out over the canal and into freefall.... and Claire. She makes him feel free, quiets his mind. There's just some.... connection there. And he doesn't really understand it or know that it's even a thing at first, just that he feels a pull towards her.

After he became Trollhunter all those feelings just intensified, along with a fierce need to protect her (and everyone he loved). And more so again after she joined the team. He would literally go to hell and back for her. He loved how supportive she was, how she had faith in him, he loved sharing this world he cared so much about with her and how immediately taken she was with it. He loves how brilliant she is, and fierce, and brave, and willing to do whatever it takes... even though that one terrifies him as well. He loves how powerful and brilliant she is with her magic. He loves how no nonsense she can be. He loves how she can laugh at herself, and how she can be just as much of a dork as he is. He loves how she accepts him for who he is, how she doesn't care that he's a mess sometimes, that she finds him endearing, that he wants to be a better person for her. He loves that they always find each other, that they always save each other, and that whatever he may or may not be, he is enough.

Hi Pinky! What do you think made Jim fall in love with Claire before and after he became the Trollhunter?

Before Jim became the Trollhunter he fell in love with Claire because she was smart, confident and self assured and of course she was pretty too. But that was always a secondary thing for him.

After Jim became the Trollhunter: Jim especially began to fall in love with Claire after he saw how good she was at fighting, how naturally she flourished in the magical world and her clever ways of solving problems just made Jim more infatuated with her.

But this by no means is to say the initial crush wasn't mutual.

@bluheaven-adw Jlaire HC's that might cheer you up, feel free to add on!

[theslayerbrother]

Form Claire's Side She falls in Love with him After the Destiny Speech for a Short while at least it she have Some mix feelings about him when he Started to Miss the Play but she regain her Love for Him after She Discover he's the trollhunter. and he Save her brother. and he came to The Play.

Hi Pinky! What do you think made Jim fall in love with Claire before and after he became the Trollhunter?

Before Jim became the Trollhunter he fell in love with Claire because she was smart, confident and self assured and of course she was pretty too. But that was always a secondary thing for him.

After Jim became the Trollhunter: Jim especially began to fall in love with Claire after he saw how good she was at fighting, how naturally she flourished in the magical world and her clever ways of solving problems just made Jim more infatuated with her.

But this by no means is to say the initial crush wasn't mutual.

@bluheaven-adw Jlaire HC's that might cheer you up, feel free to add on!