#accept this totally out of the blue video please lmao

[colorful-horses]

daring charming is the best character in ever after high

[1d-discourseoftheday]

💙 Tues 5 Jan ‘21 💚

Is today's biggest story really a pair of socks I mean WHY NOT am I right, that may as well happen! With impeccable timing, as the fandom and the world went bananas about Ho-livia WildStyle (a drag queen name for the ages right there), the first of the limited edition TPWK socks that people ordered basically on blind faith (you fully couldn't tell what they were going to look like at all on the website, and now we know why lmao) have arrived with a bang: they seemed to come with either blue or pink hearts, but in fact it turns out you get one of two color combos, either pink and white or, uh: BLUE AND GREEN HEARTS. I'm not one to carry on about like jeans and a green shirt or what have you but this is a CHOICE, and if the antis don't have performative burnings of their evil larrie merch honestly WHAT is the POINT; the resale market of the limited edition socks is already booming though so there's always that option, if either side can bear to conduct business across the divide. My question is, did they really time it to play out this precisely on purpose? Unlikely tbh, but if that's a thing they're capable of I have some THOUGHTS about the way other Harry merch takes like 4 months to arrive...

Larrie socks aside however, the real discourse continues to be about you-know-what, with the players out there fanning the flames wildly. There's too much nonsense to bother with it all (the quoted sources in the articles directly contradicting each other's stories also makes it difficult) so let's just... *spins wheel*....okay I landed on 'tabloids say Harry's wedding speech talked about his girlfriend Olivia' here goes. Sjksdfjks WHY would you be talking about your girlfriend of three weeks in a speech for your close friends' wedding, OMG, how uncomfortable and inappropriate is that?? Imagine if any of this were real, that Harry ('I'd take my time and make sure a thing was serious before telling people about it', end quote, I mean that's ALSO a stunt quote (oh the layers) but just pointing out that it's contradictory) starts dating his co-worker who just got out of a huge relationship and is also a famous person with presumably an interest in privacy, and immediately the two of you get to work setting up a big reveal to happen right away (even in a weird fantasy world where any of this is real the possibility that JEFF AZOFF'S WEDDING had the paps present for any other reason than to do EXACTLY what they were told is flat impossible- what pap or celeb outlet can afford to be on Jeff's bad list?!) and then he casually writes her into his speech (a guy who's so anxious and shy about public speaking and what to say that he begs people to write speeches for him and practices endlessly) uh huh, sure Jan. There are so many things about this that are ludicrous, but more to the point, none of the things they're saying hold up to scrutiny any better than this. There just isn't any point in taking them that seriously though; Harry is a closeted artist and, just like the many queer artists that came before him who he repeatedly reminds us are his icons, he both lets us know all day every day in a million ways that he's queer, and also plays the industry game and winkingly gives the press their Straight Guy Harry fodder. You don't have to like it, or indeed anything at all in this world, but people do need to accept that whether they like it or not is neither the point nor anyone (including Harry)'s responsibility to respond to or do anything about.

Like I said I can't cover every detail but! I always have a little space for the absurd: today, our best entrant is the possibility that the whole wedding we saw was a sham– fans ask, was this public spectacle Jeff and Glenne's actual wedding? Listen if anyone would be up for it it would be this crew, and if they did stage it I'm sure they had a good laugh! Suspicion has been cast on Glenne's dress (allegedly an untailored 2018 off the rack number), the small guest list (wouldn't they just wait and have a huge event?), and the fact that they invited paps there at all. It would make the no explanation robe pics EVEN FUNNIER though if you imagine that was for our benefit but left totally unadressed (undressed). ANYWAY Don't Worry Darling filming is back in business and Harry was papped some more today, out for a casual not at all pap walk hike with a work associate and multiple items of his own merch (including an unreleased hoodie design.) On the topic of DWD, sometimes a different perspective can be interesting-- for example considering whether Harry is the point of all this at all? Or is he but a bit player in the real DWD publicity drama, an elaborate and very public dramatic reconciliation between Olivia and her ex husband? Either way, he's neither a clueless dupe, a helpless pawn, or anyone's 'boy toy', so please: can we rein in the hand wringing and pointless Olivia bashing a bit?

Let's talk about something else shall we? For example! Liam's setlist, just released for the upcoming LP Show Act 4. Look at that song selection! Fireproof! Strong!! Through The Dark!! More exciting 1D faves! Plus Slow and Home With You off his EP, NICE, singles and more, it looks awesome. The Hugo Man fragrance relaunch is less exciting, featuring the dopiest possible articles full of chat about his skin care routine (oh shucks I'm just  manly man, I don't have one at all... *names two products and refers to 'multiple moisturizers'*), trademark accidental candor (“I’m quite tired!”), and of course trying to describe a fragrance, always an entertaining gymnastics (“every time I spray it, it kind of takes me back to being on that rooftop in Berlin”), but also there are manly new pics of Lia.

A new song Niall co-wrote is coming out! The JC Stewart song, Break My Heart, will be out this Fri! Charlie Lightening posted pics from a year ago on the Walls music video set, featuring an intent Louis in the sun (and fashion voter underrated excellent Looks), and Louis commented on Dave Allen's post (“top man!”)-- the famous boxer is offering to help friends through lockdown by facetiming 3or 4 people a day for home workouts, damn, and also aww. That shitty Doncaster secondary school turned out some really sweet dudes, against all odds tbh. With Los Angeles experiencing some of the worst COVID surges we've seen since the beginning of the pandemic, Grammys organizers have elected to postpone the (already limited) ceremony. Originally scheduled for Jan 31 it is now TBA, tentatively for March. Harry's stalker, who menaced him in and near his London home in 2019, is being charged with violating his restraining order by attempting to contact Harry via social media, Global Fund for Women thanked Harry for donating, and HLDaily and other accounts were suspended for posting pap pics, always a risk, but one trick potato Jeff is on the job; HSD is back up and running, cause they can't have a proper stunt season without their most faithful mouthpieces. Niall continues to vote for himself on twitter threads about what to listen to in the New Year.

[notasiren21]

#40 from the prompt list please and thank you!!!

I’m so sorry this took so long!!!

Someone You Loved

Rating: Mature for some themes

Pairing: fuckin’ Lukanette boi

Word count: 4,665

Prompt: (40) “I wasn’t lying when I said that I loved you.”

Description:

Well, Luka sings a song and I pissed @macaknight off with this when I asked her to beta read the start of it. It helps if you listen to the song in the story, Someone You Loved by Lewis Capaldi. Enjoy lmao

She was around by his side long enough to engrave the little things into his mind.

He knew how it felt to have the soft strands of midnight blues through his fingers as he tangled them in her hair. To have her legs settle on either side of his as he trailed his hand up her small back and waist under her soft cotton shirts. The cheeky grin he grew to love baring up at him when his arms bracketed with her in between he picked her up at home.

How he didn't care for sweets but loved the way blueberry muffins tasted on her tongue and the taste of her mixed with raspberry jelly when it leaked from the corner of her pouty lips.

How the Liberty swayed under his feet against the small currents the wind brought on as they danced in the rain. The feel of his converse bracing both their weights as her drenched skirt blew in harsh waves between them. The first lightning strike reflecting off an anchor necklace he gave her on their first date.

When she kissed his cheek when he started humming absently with frustration as he tried to figure out the melody he wrote. Her small fingers pulling the pencil out of his death grip as she lent her forehead against his to calm him and decipher the jumbled notes he had in his head.

The way her face lit up when he played it back to her.

The way her face fell when she told him she loved him but they couldn't be together.

How her arms stiffly pulled away from his hug and the red of her eyes she showed up with.

How the airy taste of salt from the water didn't compare to the salt of his tears that trailed to his lips as he grounded the palm of his hands to his eyes roughy as sobs racked through his body when he collapsed to the wood of the ship.

The way it left him numb with hurt and he became too compliant with his happenings, too accepting.

Defeated.

Music was harder to hear and enjoy, he couldn't compose anything more than a haunting melody that brought any stranger to tears.

He wasn't sure he even felt the burn to his tongue when he drank his hot coffee as soon as it was handed to him. Or the rough jerk of his shoulder to turn him around as his guitar bounced off his back.

"Hey man, you look worse for wear." Théo, a former classmate of his that now ran the coffee shop, spoke as he eyed him critically. Luka shifted his thick blacks squared rimmed sunglasses up higher to cover his dark circles better. "I'd say it's great to see you, but..."

“Yeah, I’m just tired.” He offered the excuse at the ready, hating how well lying came with sadness.

“Ah, life of a famous rockstar.” Théo teased with a smirk. “No wondering you’re wearing a hat like that backwards to cover your hair and shades for those ‘oh so sexy’ blue eyes of yours.”

“Not famous,” Luka cringed at Théo’s words. “Just well known on the internet I guess.”

“Sorry for overplaying your popular cover videos man.” His old school mate laughed.

"It's fine. What's up?" He forced a smile that came across as genuine despite what he felt.

Théo crossed his arms and made a jerk with his head in the direction of the shop across the street, "New place has been stealing some of our loyal customers." Luka scratched under the brim of his black baseball cap he had on backwards as he followed the movement. "Lunch hour is about to hit and you know much we moved to stop by this part of town for break."

"Yeah, your aunt made good scones." He supplied.

He grunted in response, "Yeah. Well, girls frequent here more from school, and they keep going there," he roughly jerked his chin to the place again, "Just because there's an older guy who takes their order who is attractive, I guess. Or so I'm told."

Luka blinked at the shop before turning to his old friend, "What do you need from me then?"

"Observant as always, Couffaine." He snorted with a shake of his head. "I wanted to see if you -an attractive older guy- would give a small performance just as the girls come."

"What? Why?"

"Are you dense? With your face and body, and that 'sinful voice' of yours the girls cooed about back then and from your YouTube covers, I'm guaranteed to bring in more customers for today."

Luka tossed his half full coffee cup to the trash next to him. His own arms crossing as he wished he was in his cabin instead, laying on his bed while he stared up at the ceiling and trying to not feel the clench of his arm when he smelled Marinette's hibiscus shampoo and berry scented perfume on his pillows.

"I don't know."

His friend clasped onto his shoulder again, "Please man, you can keep 40% of the money you help bring in, I don't care. That shop is a dick and acting like we're not its competition."

“Man, you really don’t have to, I’ll just take a free coffee if you really need this.” Anything seemed better than just wallowing at home at this point, despite the incredible want to do so that swelled within him as he stood on the block he and Ladybug often frequented to patrol. “I mean it.”

Théo smiled, guiding him to a spot that he started clearing out near the cafe’s short fence that caged the outdoor tables and chairs.

“That’s okay, I feel bad to make you work without pay.” He straightened his back that had been bent forwards as he pushed tables, “Consider it repayment for that time you paid for my lunch.”

Luka stopped, “Lunch? When did I-,” he grunted. “Théo, that was four years ago.”

“Well, last Saturday had me thinking about all my debts and regrets when I thought I was gonna die. You came up.”

He flinched at mention of Saturday.

Saturday, the final fight against Hawkmoth who showed up in person with a struggling Mayura and an akumatized sentimonster of Lila. The combination of their powers as well as the wickedness that resided in the girl proving to be a difficult fight for them all when Ladybug and Chat pulled the entire team in.

Including a Chloé Bourgeois who was more than ready to help.

He could’ve sworn he heard Marinette screaming his name in worry when Hawkmoth closed in on him and hit into his side with his cane full force. But that was ridiculous. Because Marinette was Ladybug and Ladybug was Marinette. And Marinette wanted nothing to do with Luka since they had broken up without reason beyond her excuse of not being able to be with him.

He was a bit bitter about the whole ordeal.

Okay, he was more so lovesick and depressed, but his negative energy still stood.

“Yeah,” he flinched again when he heard his voice crack and he thumbed his bracelet -once silver, now a metallic black to hide better, “At least they finally caught Hawkmoth for good.”

“No kidding, now we can just focus on the heroes and the gossip your little girlfriend’s bestie posts.”

A knife. Through his heart. Twisting and gutting.

“Gossip?” He chose the safer option of the sentence, ignoring the onslaught of pitying questions and half-assed supportive promises that correcting Théo would bring.

“Yeah, like how that Ryuuko dragon girl and Chat are definitely dating and that Viperion and Ladybug totally have the hots for one another and the soft looks they give during patrols.”

A chainsaw. Just shredding his heart to pieces.

Luka Couffaine once thought he was a smart kid who made the right decisions.

How wrong he had been.

“Right.” He bit out, gripping the strap of his guitar case and scratching his baseball cap.

Théo shot up and loudly clapped with a whoop, “There we go! Now, I should grab the mic stand from open mic nights and just plug that in and some speakers, then we’ll be good to go.” Maybe Luka should’ve just left. “I’ll get ‘er done in five minutes, tops.”

Luka only nodded, watching as he ran around and set things up, then proudly presented Luka with the lone table he left set up to sit on.

He eyed his skeptically behind his sunglasses before hopping up, testing his weight on the surface before he crossed one ankle across his thigh and took his guitar from Théo who unzipped it for him. Théo pushed the mic stand closer to Luka and adjusted when he peered up at him.

“What do you want me to sing?”

His old friend shrugged with an easy smile, “Anything that comes to mind and draws that big crowd of hungry girls over.” Luka bobbed his head in response and tuned his acoustic guitar as Théo began backing up to inside the store and cheered, “Show off that sinful voice of yours, man! Woo!”

He let out a short chuckle and emptied his mind completely as he shut down, letting his fingers strum a few notes to a song that he began to resonate deeply with.

“I'm going under and this time I fear there's no one to save me,” he closed his eyes and mentally chastised himself for being so open with his feelings as they poured out of him through a popular song. “This all or nothing really got a way of driving me crazy.”

He could see Théo looking at him carefully when he opened before squeezing his eyes shut in pain. He hated that look of pity, but he already started singing this song and he knew he would have to see it through given that the customers at the shop had already turned their attention to him.

“I need somebody to heal

Somebody to know

Somebody to have

Somebody to hold,”

Did he growl at the end of that last line? He wasn’t sure but the audience seemed moved by it and how he didn’t go weak on the verbs. Maybe he could please someone for once by just following with what worked for him.

“It's easy to say

But it's never the same

I guess I kinda liked the way you numbed all the pain.”

He thought he saw the familiar flash of black with red accents that everyone knew as Ladybug’s new suit for a second up on the rooftops. The rooftops that she danced with Viperion on and let her laugh rang over the quiet town under the stars. He wasn’t sure if he was just hopelessly imagining her or if she was there, but he felt the pain bite all at once and his voice became wobbly in a way that the crowd seemed touched by. You’re kidding me.

“Now the day bleeds

Into nightfall

And you're not here

To get me through it all

I let my guard down

And then you pulled the rug

I was getting kinda used to being someone you loved.”

Weak. He felt weak and it wasn’t the kind where he felt weak at the knees like when Marinette smiled up at him or her nose scrunched in thought.

He always thought he could be emotionally strong to handle whatever came his way. He was so sure of it.

“I'm going under and this time I fear there's no one to turn to,” Guess he was weak for Marinette in every way possible after all, “This all or nothing way of loving got me sleeping without you.

“Now, I need somebody to know

Somebody to heal

Somebody to have

Just to know how it feels

It's easy to say but it's never the same

I guess I kinda liked the way you helped me escape.”

There was no blame to place, he knew that. It didn’t make it better or let him throw his anger at her to get it out, but he couldn’t keep punishing himself either.

He felt his eyes sting, shutting them as one tear slipped through and feeling grateful for both his dark shades and the sun beating down on his face past the patio table umbrella, hiding the evidence of his heartbreak.

“Now the day bleeds

Into nightfall

And you're not here

To get me through it all

I let my guard down,”

Who was he kidding? The heartbreak was the clearest part about him as he let the rough notes chip away at his throat and the growls making his voice artistically raw that he would have to worry about later.

His heart stopped painfully when he remembered the way Marinette’s face flushed all smitten like with a wondering look when Luka growled while singing and shot her winks, knowing how flustered it made her to see her calm and collective boyfriend with a soft and careful voice sounding so tortured for certain songs.

“And then you pulled the rug

I was getting kinda used to being someone you loved.

How that came back to bite him in the ass.

He glanced up to blink away the tears and avoid the view of the large growing audience he couldn’t see from the sun.

He could’ve sworn he saw a flash of black and flecks of red again.

Fingers strummed harder and with more purpose and he let his soft voice fall back as the pain ripped through him and out in his voice.

“And I tend to close my eyes when it hurts sometimes

I fall into your arms

I'll be safe in your sound 'til I come back around.”

Fuck. He missed her. He missed her a fuck ton and wanted to hold her again and hear her whisper his nicknames of “Love”, “baby”, “handsome”, “Vipey”, whatever the hell she wanted to call him.

Even his damn name would be enough to sedate him for a year.

“For now the day bleeds

Into nightfall”

Dancing with her into the beginnings of a bad storm on the deck of the Liberty as they belted Cheap Thrills amist her giggles and his laughs he choked down to keep her beautiful voice going with his.

“And you're not here

To get me through it all”

Being curled up on her living room couch the next day with her cuddled into his side. Both sick with the cold, but unable to wipe the weak grins from their faces as Sabine amusingly disapproved of their actions the night before.

“I let my guard down

And then you pulled the rug”

Their first kiss when she got flustered at their first date and told him she wouldn’t read too much into it despite wanting to, and him effectively shutting her up for the first time ever with the crash of his lips to hers and hands tilting her head up to meet him in reassurance.

“I was getting kinda used to being someone you loved.”

The first time she called him her boyfriend and the pleased giggle she let out when he gave a startled and flustered noise, his snack flying out of the package he ripped open before he blinked and asked her to repeat what she said as a toothy grin broke his shocked face.

“But now the day bleeds

Into nightfall

And you're not here

To get me through it all”

Did a camera just flash at him? Hard to tell with the sun in his eyes and the dark lenses of his shades. He couldn’t find himself to care either.

“I let my guard down

And then you pulled the rug

I was getting kinda used to being someone you loved.”

He tried not to think about the fact that he forced himself to change his phone backgrounds to black, tried not to think if she deleted her phone screens of them napping together or the wallpaper of them dancing in the rain Juleka got of them as Luka dipped her over the edge of the stage they always practiced on.

The complete trust in her eyes and smile always made him melt in that picture. Her hands loosely holding her arms as her head titled back in a deep bellied laugh while he held onto her waist tightly with one arm and had the other behind him, the biggest smile that was only found on his face when Marinette was around.

“I let my guard down

And then you pulled the rug

I was getting kinda used to being someone you loved.”

Luka still fucking loved her more than anything.

His drive, his inspiration, his happiness and safe space. His melody that always rang loudly in his ears.

Now it sounded just as it did when they were younger.

The numbness took over as he looked up, face contorted into a forced happy expression as he dipped his head in gratitude to see the very big crowd that gathered and was clapping with tears in their eyes. He excused himself to find Théo who ignored how exposed the song made his old friend, conversing with him briefly as he counted the amount of customers before Luka left and promised to give him the 40% the next visit he came and a free coffee.

He put up his guitar, tugging the case back over his shoulder as he headed back to the Liberty and tossed the faux leather casing to the bed, tossing his sunglasses to the the bed as well before heading to the deck and off to take a lap to clear his break up riddled mind.

The third block was a close achievement, before he felt the petite body rush into him and the all too familiar wrap of small and strong legs wrap about his waist with a black latex suit arm winding around his neck. He subconsciously fell back into habit as one of his own dropped to hold under her thighs and one around her own waist as black fielded his vision.

He barely got a curse out before the all too telling sound of a spiritually powered string to the famous yo-yo pinned against restraint and shot them upwards, his unmasked face burying itself in the crook of her neck from the force rush of air to his eyes.

His chest tightened to the smell of hibiscus flowers and berries, clutching her tighter for the first time in a long while. Half aware he shifted her higher against him to have her bring them closer.

Well fuck if he wasn’t the most touch starved and needy ex ever.

The familiar sound of a specific metal railing being bounded by the yo-yo was the only warning he got before the touched surface with his feet and she loosened her grip.

He barely heard the words of her detransformation before he could see the flash of pink through black and pulled back from her neck.

Terror shook through him, and his hands and body trembled against her as he couldn’t force himself to look up. Staring intently at the silver anchor necklace he gave her, bounded in a rope of small teal jewels.

Luka couldn’t look at her face, couldn’t look away from the necklace she still wore. He couldn’t let her go or put her down either.

“Breathe love,” her quiet voice spoke, soft and hesitant, breaking Luka as he dropped them to his knees and brought her closer than before.

An audible sob he hadn’t heard since she walked away from him escaped his lips and heaved for air as his chin rested over her head and he looked frantically in front of him. At her balcony, the plants that littered the space and the wood paneling they rested on, the little ladybug statue he bought her as a cute joke.

Seeing none of it through blurry eyes, forcing himself to drop his head to her shoulder as she quaked with tears and ran a soothing hand through his hair.

“I’m so sorry, love.” He couldn’t get words out as he just grounded his face into her. “I thought I was protecting you, I didn’t realize how wrong I was.”

She pulled his face up, ceruleans magnified as his pupils dilated to the sight of her in front of him once again and the tips of his ears flaring just by her touch for the first time in forever. She caught a steam of tears with her thumb, giving him a tight smile.

“My miraculous gave me the intuition that Hawkmoth would make his final move.” She paused for a second, closing her eyes and she breathed deeply. “I thought for sure I would die when he did. Either by his winning, or ours but I would end up a casualty or sacrifice. You guys weren’t even supposed to be there, but Adrien insisted for backup and I just...”

“You left me because you thought you were going to be killed?” Voice gravelly and sore from the coffee shop, he pressed on, fingers twitching at her back. “Why didn’t you tell me? Even if you had to strap me down just to bench me from the fight, you should’ve told me.”

“You’re right,” she rushed. “Absolutely right, and it was pure hell to leave to that day or say what I did. I’ve never been more miserable with my life than I’ve been since we’ve broke up. I hate it, I hate being away from you so much, Luka.”

“Be mine again.”

“What?” She blinked, choking on air.

He squeezed his eyes shut, leaning into her touch when she held his face. “I don’t, I don’t fucking care if I’m being selfish anymore. It’s so hard not to be when it comes to you, Marinette. All these small details engraved to my mind, committed to memory and nothing to do with it.

“I keep leaving hoodies I casually wear on my amp for you to take, I keep putting that soft blanket you’re obsessed with folded on the edge of my bed for you to yank off and curl into as soon as you step into my room.” He forced his eyes not to open as he kept going, following the rhythm she provided and he struggled to find words for. “The minute I wake up, before I even open my eyes to see for the first time of the day, my phone is already in my hand with your contact open and a good morning text at the ready for you. Even good night texts when I reset my alarms. I keep leaving your spot open on my bed in case you visit while I’m asleep. Your favorite part on the couch for you. The last cherry popsicle of the package, and the cookie dough ice cream I bought out of habit are still in the freezer waiting for you to find them.

“I’m fucking broken without you.” He rasped, ceruleans meeting baby blues, “I’m missing you emotionally, figuratively, mentally, physically. How the hell am I supposed to be okay when you’ve become such a big part of me? When you’re my literal other half?”

She nudged his button nose with her small one, “I,” she gave a dark laugh that he felt in his core. “I keep airing out my room whenever my sewing machine leaves behind that electrical smell your nose scrunches at so much.” She giggled when she felt him do it at the mention of the scent. “I let the popcorn cook for half a minute longer to get it a little burnt like how you like. I sleep in your hoodies to leave behind the smell of my perfume and shampoo the way you said you like your hoodies to smell when I give them back. I play with my necklace when I grow nervous and can’t talk to you. I can’t go more than five hours without hovering over your contact name or looking at our pictures.”

He sat back on his knees, letting her adjust herself out of habit and moving her hair away from her face. The smile he gave was tight but reassuring.

“I missed you, doll.”

“I missed you too, Luka.” She paused for a second, “Hey,” she started cautiously.

“Hm,”

“Luka, you know I wasn’t lying when I said that I loved you, right?”

The glint that quickly came to his eyes didn’t waver like his abused voice did, “I kinda figured from all the times you’ve blushed and stuttered. The times you tripped when I caught you off guard with a flirtatious comment or wink. And the times you kissed me like it was the end of the world.”

He looked up to see her set a false murderous glare above him as he ran his thumb over the teal gems in the rope around the anchor of her necklace, a smirk he hadn’t felt making way to his face as one of his naturally slightly pointer canines became visible to express his pure happiness.

“I forgot how much of a jerk you could be,” she huffed, looking away and sniffing.

“I’m sorry, doll.” He made her look at him, eyes still shining with unshed tears as the stared into hers. His grin was pure radiance, “I love you.”

She let him pull her down to a kiss, feeling those soft pouty lips he loved so much back on his again. “I know,” she replied between kisses, causing him to huff and pull away with his own pout. She held alone his jawline, “I’m kidding, kinda. But, I love you too.”

Her giggle when he let out a happy and short hum was pure music to his ears as her melody finally fell back into the correct time signature and key. Even as he parted with a pant and hugged her close, stroking her hair.

“Just, don’t leave me in the dark again.” He started, seeing her phone that fell out of her back pocket light up with a text from Alya.

Alya: So did you kiss and makeup, or not? I have Nino on the edge of his seat.

Alya: no really, he keeps asking and refuses to do ANYTHING until he finds out.

Alya: for fuck’s sake, answer and let me get laid

He hid his smile in her shoulder from the texts and the fact that she never changed her screens from them. Letting him see her cheek smushed up against his chest and her arm lazily thrown around his waist while his held her close.

“Never, not again. I’m not stupid enough to make the same mistake twice like I once was.” He snorted at the reference to her old crush on Adrien years ago. “But we do have something to talk about.”

He pulled back, eyeing her cautiously. “Did I do something?”

“Yes,” his heart fell and he was ready to beg for her forgiveness. “You know how many girls have your picture now? Videos of you singing a song in such a beautifully tortured way with those growls, and the rough notes and the, stop laughing Couffaine!”

“I’m sorry,” he muffled his laughs behind his hand. “I forgot how much fun I had just by talking with you and your small bouts of jealousy.”

“Oh, I’m bad? Says the boy who sang a song that people keep covering for heartbreak.”

“I’m getting paid for doing it.”

“How much?”

“40% of the customers I brought in by drawing a crowd and a coffee on the house,” he let a smile spread across his face. “You know, I might be able to change it. Can I treat you to a free mint hot chocolate, a date as well maybe?”

She considered him for a second.

“With whipped cream,” he added for extra measure to his small sweet’s addict. He dimpled up at her with a scrunch when she kissed his button nose.

“God, I love you, Luka.”

“I love you too,” he kissed her slowly, “Mari, just don’t let me sing like that again, my voice is killing me.”

“Got it, never leave you again.”

“Pretty much.”

“Hey, you look cute with your baseball cap backwards like this.” She winked, pulling his black hat from the balcony floor where it fell off and back on his head.

“I’d respond with a witty comment, but it hurts to talk now.”

She grinned, “Hm, I love you.”

Luka still smiled despite flinching from the rawness of his throat, “I love you.”

[yuthoe]

PENTAGON Yanan x Ballroom Dancing

Welcome to the second installment of PTG BALLROOM DANCERS AU! I figured Yanan deserved the second one, since I haven’t really written anything for him. (also because i miss him, but that is neither here nor there.) I didn’t really have a hard time placing Yanan into the latin/standard/10-dances category, unlike Wooseok and Hui (and Kino a little bit).

Also, quick disclaimer: I’m a strictly Latin dancer, and although i can kinda dance standard, i don’t have the proper enough technique to say i’m good at it. (i once had a breakdown after my ballroom class because i couldn’t get the tango right AT ALL lmao.)

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Strictly a Standard dancer, although he can be taught Latin. His heart is really set in Standard. He’s tall and slim, but he’s got a good, strong body that lends well to leading his partner.

Has changed partners well over ten times in his whole career; he had self-confidence issues that often lead to not participating in a number of seasons. The cycle goes like this: he has a partner --> midway through training/off-season he hits a wall --> confesses he can’t compete for the season because he doesn’t think he’s good enough and it’ll only bring his partner down --> partner leaves to find another lead.

He’s kind of infamous for that, and it takes more of a toll on his mental health everytime a news article about it pops up. Yanan doesn’t want to get remembered for that, and he struggles with it a lot.

Until he met you. The first time he confesses that he can’t compete this season because of his mental health, you just said, “Sure. Tell me when you want to train next, I’ll be here.” And from then you, you became permanent partners. He likes the feeling of having someone sticking by him through what’s going on.

Really good lead. He may not look it because of his wiry frame and long limbs, but he’s really sturdy--you think he could literally whip you around and manhandle you if the need arises.

That being said, he never complains during conditioning days. He accepts them, because he knows the need for it, but will crack jokes to make the whole thing easier for both of you.

Never wears just shorts or goes shirtless (*coughHongseokcough*) while training, no matter how unbearably hot it gets, especially during the summer. There was one time where he wore a sleeveless shirt, but the collar was something like a turtleneck and you were just like, “Can’t you unzip that just a little bit? Your sweat’s gonna start pooling there.” And he just said, “No, I’m actually very comfortable.”

Yanan has various SNS accounts, but he’s most active on his Instagram. He loves posting selfies, songs that you two are practicing to, scenery, and movie recommendations. The occasional promo poster pops up, as well as pictures of his dancer friends competing and captioning them, “Let’s cheer my friend Changgu on at Blackpool!” or something.

He has a significant following (1) because he posts a lot and (2) because he’s really handsome. His notifications blow up with likes whenever he posts after-training selfies. The fans are particularly fond of that one time he just wore a dry-fit sleeveless shirt and he was all sweaty and his hair was sticking all over his face.

He sometimes posts snippets of him playing the piano, and everyone is instantly lovestruck. 

Yanan interacts with his fans a lot, liking each and every comment, and responding to some of them. He always thanks them for their continued support, even if he’s not competing during that season.

Posts a few couple photos with you, and everyone thinks you’re adorable.

Absolutely loves dancing the waltzes. He likes the flow of the music and how easy it is to move to the rhythm. During competitions, you two often get photographed while dancing the waltz, and he looks absolutely angelic. You two always wear white, blue, or any other light colors while performing, so looking at you two is like watching fairies dance.

Is also in love with the tango. People think of him as quiet and shy, but really only you and other close friends know he’s actually sassy, and all that attitude comes out in the tango. His tangos with you are always strong, like a pair of snow leopards ready to attack #PowerCouple.

The problem you two had in the beginning was keeping the frame. He’s 70% leg and the height difference makes it tricky to keep proper framing. It’s either you had to wear higher heels or Yanan ends up hunching his back or going super low at the knees. Eventually, as you two got used to each other, you solved that problem. Ballroom enthusiasts always point out how good your frame is, despite the difference.

Has been asked to be a pro dancer/choreographers on some programs, but he always turns them down. He feels the stress is too much for him, so he sticks to competitions and occasionally doing collaborations with his friends.

“Perfect” by Ed Sheeran is a song he’s obsessed with, and when he saw this video he was immediately like, “Y/N!!! Y/N, LET’S DO THIS!!!” So you guys set aside a day to practice it, tweaking the choreography a bit at the places you thought didn’t feel right. It was cool, since you have a costume like Witney’s, but Yanan didn’t want to raid his closet for a black suit, so he just wore one of his numerous white ones.

You filmed the whole of the next day, getting shots during the day, the afternoon, during sunset. You guys made it really romantic, and once it got posted on YouTube and Facebook, everyone was crying at how beautiful the production was.

I mentioned he’s sassy, but Yanan also has a habit of critiquing dances. Despite the questionable credibility of some DWTS dances, you two love watching it--because Yanan can have something to gripe about, and you’re really amused whenever he goes off.

an awkward foot placement during a quickstep performance: “Wh-What is THAT???!!? It’s week 5 of the competition!! And he’s done standard since week 1!! Why is he getting that wrong??!!”

a weird lift, even if you two don’t personally do lifts: “Ooohh, that looks weird, are they okay??? Please don’t drop her, please don’t drop her, oh god--,”

the pro does some questionable choreography or something “experimental”: “Oh, they’re reaching, oh this is gonna be bad, what are they talking about??? I hope his partner doesn’t have high hopes because that was A Choice™.”

an unfair jugding: “WHAT?! SHE GETS A PERFECT SCORE FOR THAT??? ARE THEY BLIND--THEY WEREN’T IN SYNC, SHE WAS TOO FAST FOR THE DANCE, AND HER FRAME WAS TOTALLY OFF!!!!”

You record his outbursts and send it to your dancers group chat; everyone loves seeing Yanan so passionate about something, even if it is about the atrocities of DWTS. 

[mellz117]

Mellz plays KH Re:Com on PS2, Reverse/Rebirth (Riku’s campaign) Part 2

Yeah I hate Larxene. She’s mean for the sake of being mean, she has no redeeming qualities. Xemnas at least has a goal, Larxene is just an asshole just to be so. She reminds me of Agent South from Red vs Blue, whom I also can’t stand lmao.

Now that THAT’S out of the way....

Check out part 1 of Riku’s campaign if you’re joining me for the first time! Also linked there is the beginning of my time with Sora’s part of the game. Otherwise, let’s continue.

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Snibbs shout out to you for warning me about Wonderland. LETS GO THERE RIGHT NOW!

Ok I think I know that you meant. I have like 20 cards but only 9 show up in battle.

Oh wow ok. I only ever have 9 cards to work with in Wonderland which sucks against the boss. So I died.

I'm getting so mad right now. I died 4 times. Ok. After reaching the next floor a cut scene plays and Lexaeus tells Zexion that Vexen is dead, which he already knew because "his scent is gone". Some convoluted bullshit gets talked about, if the hero of light loses his path the Organization might find use for the hero of darkness. If the hero of light goes astray YOU STILL HAVE ROXAS.

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So I'm at the Olympus Colosseum and after a while I started wondering out loud

"Can Dark Firaga heal Hades?"

And my sister, who's been eating Ferrero Rocher says "Dark Ferrero?"

Thanks, Rose. Do they make Ferrero Rocher with dark chocolate? I kinda want that.

I do not struggle with Hades at all. Ever. Especially when I don’t have a stupid DUCK casting fire spells.

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When we finish the Colosseum Riku meets Lexaeus, who's already got his tomahawk out. He's ready to kick ass and take names. Nobody here has any time to stop and smell the white, ceramic roses do they?

He calls Riku an infantile coward (a wussy baby) and battle ensues.

Oh ho-ho on battle attempt number 5 we both had one hit left in our HP bars. Guess who won!

NOT ME!

Death count with Lexaeus was 6 after a bunch of grinding. My card count wasn't a problem it was my HP.

Jesus christ, Lex. Hes 15, give him a break. No, not shatter his back on the ceiling...

Well now you done it. Ansem took over and kicked your ass for Riku.

Rose: "Sorry, Ansem, I don't think you're his type"

Please stop talking. Seriously. Someone call the feds omfg

Zexion laments Lexaeus’s defeat. He sounds so sad about it. Were they close?This melancholy mood is quickly shoved aside when Axel appears. They both casually discuss who of the remaining Org13 members in this castle is gonna die next. Zexion leaves to confront Riku himself.

It doesn’t take long before Marluxia's dead, which is enough power to SHAKE THE WHOLE CASTLE and Zexion shows himself to Riku. "Sora's destiny is to fight the darkness, including you, Riku". he says and peaces out until we get the Destiny Islands.

Poor Riku, constantly being bombarded with reminders of his mistakes. These bad guys REALLY like to give him a hard time. LET HIM LEARN WITHOUT HURTING HE’S TRYING HIS BEST.

The Darkside is also a super easy boss. Especially at this point in the game. It's like a bull against a mouse, and the mouse wins. The mcguffin card showed up at the end when it wasn't necessary but I used it anyway.

There’s a door. Oh I get a choice? I don't remember that door. I always just went up to "Sora". What happens if I pick the door?

God damn imagine how BEYTRAYED Riku feels, thinking Sora has turned against him. Hm, well Sora sure knows how it feels now Riku does too!

He looks so sad...

A figment of Kairi appears before Riku. “There is no power than can defeat you” she says. So Riku is OP? She means like, one nor the other has to be his downfall. She tells him the darkness will make him stronger but that’s what ANSEM has been telling him this whole time. And Riku just believes this illusion of Kairi… why? She’s parroting Ansem and Riku’s like “...Yeah that sounds legit”

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What does darkness smell like? Like a damp towel? Stale potatoes?

Battle ensues. So I didn't realize Zexion was stealing my cards to use against me. So what a surprise when I paused to do something and he's got Soul Eater in hand!

Upon exiting the Destiny Islands a cutscene in the darkroom plays. Zexion is scared half to death by Repliku before he realizes Axel is there too. Oh how short that wave of relief lasts... Axel manipulates Repliku and has him kill Zexion. Axel is a bastard. How would killing Zexion help Repliku? What does he know too much of? Isn't he still loyal to Xemnas? Or did he defect like Marluxia and was considered a traitor? Is AXEL even still loyal to the Organization at this point?

Poor Zexion.

The disembodied voice of Ansem Seeker of Darkness calls out to Riku. "Who's there?!" Riku asks, totally forgetting the fact he has seen this man talk with this voice. Canonically it's the same voice. It may be different to the audience but in canon it's the same!

Mickey is at full opacity.

I really like seeing this side of Riku, more silly and cute.

Riku just really needs a hug.

Riku is just completely overcome with relief and his legs give out on him. He’s not alone anymore. When did they get the time to bond between the end of KH1 and CoM?

I'm reading this aloud and Rose says, when I'm done. "No, no, you have to do the voice”

Ok so I went back and reloaded the save before the Darkside fight and the door just leads you to the previous room in case you want to save. Now with that over with, we go to Twilight Town

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DiZ tries to be all "ooh Im evil, I’m Ansem, be very afraid Riku". They battle pose and nothing happens for a too long an awkward moment of time and Riku sees right through this farce.

"You're not the true Ansem" ACTUALLY HE LITERALLY IS THE TRUE ANSEM THE ANSEM YOU KNOW IS TERRANORT’S HEARTLESS LMAO. Look if any of you reading this don’t know Diz and Ansem the Wise (not seeker of darkness) are the same person, what are you doing here?

Oh look it's that ho. I know I keep dragging Repliku but I'm just remembering his death scene and I'm really sad again. I honestly feel so bad for him. He needs a hug. He's super distressed and it's just so heartbreaking. Help!

“Your own darkness doesn’t scare you anymore”

“How can you tell?”

How many of you have played Sonic Adventure 2?

Repliku’s feelings of existentialism hurt me. 

I stop feeling bad for him with every death I face

I was grinding for level ups and this happened

I’m barely within its despawn range lmao

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I did it! I don't know how but I beat Repliku! Guess a lot of dueling is the technique? Because I ended up doing that a bunch.

So Repliku is dying. I gave him a lot of crap and drug him through the dirt but the fate of Repliku is a heartbreaking one. He's just laying there and accepts his fate. HE DIED SO YOUNG.

I’m suddenly reminded of this omg

Let’s get back on track.

What DOES happen if a replica dies? Riku ponders as well, perhaps they go to the same place as a normal person. THIS SCENE MAKES ME SO SAD [video]

After all this anger and drama I'm glad that Riku feels pity the replica. He's not heartless. We now enter the mansion and into the... Basement? Is the pod room in the mansion’s basement?

Omg shes so cute.

She shows Riku the pod Sora’s in and Riku's wigging out, thinking Namine's done something wrong with him. Riku, you’re scaring her!

She explains what he's doing there and offers to use her power to make Riku forget the darkness. Riku is concerned he could forget his loved ones as a result. 

Riku is king of sass

God damn I love this kid. Little shitlet half the time but I love him. My son. My boy. That stupid finger waggle

DIZ! YOU'RE 3 FEET I FRONT OF RIKU. JUST HAAAANNND HIM THE CARD LIKE A NORMAL HUMAN BEING. THIS AIN’T YU-GI-OH!

GEE I WONDER! Think back what, 10 years ago? Is that when BbS took place?

Riku is ready once and for all to fight Ansem and tells Mickey to stay behind because there’s no point in fighting him if Riku can’t win with his own power.

He’s like “Hey do me a solid? if I don't defeat Ansem, just kill me.” 

Riku-interrupting Mouse interrupts him “Sure I’ll save you if that happens”

“No, no. If I lose, DESTR-”

-”Nope!”

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Here’s [part 3] of Reverse/Rebirth, as well as my final thoughts.

[neioo]

Fanfic Rec! ( • ω • ) 

Rules I’m constraining myself to: I’ve either had to read the fic more than three times and/or have thought about it years in the future. (This means I’ll have to leave out some other fics I really enjoyed reading and thought were well written) 

A bunch of different fandoms will be under the cut! (as I expose what I ship across the board too lol)

We’ll Meet Again by George deValier (usuk) (complete)

This is the first fic of george’s that I read, and I’ve read it multiple times, and it’s been integral in my shaping of characterizations within my own hetalia fics. I could include all of his works, but this one stands out the most. I also listen to the vera verse songs and get extremely nostalgic, so there’s that

WW2 AU. London pub owner Arthur Kirkland is driven to distraction by loud, brash American fighter pilot Alfred Jones. Unable to stop it, Arthur finds himself falling for Alfred’s charms… just as the pilot is preparing to leave for war.

Roses Are Red, Violets Are Blue… by anonymous (pruaus) (unfinished)

This fic is odd in the sense that I found it while suddenly getting on a pruaus kick, during which I followed a bunch of pruaus people on tumblr. Eventually, I would find out years later that I was going to the same college as one of these people and become friends with them. So not only does this fic have a nostalgic tie to it, I find the story brilliantly written with wonderful characterization, though it is in a weird format.

Inspired by the film 500 Days of Summer, I’d really like to see a couple meet and fall in love, but eventually one (or both) ends the relationship because they realise it’s not working/they can’t imagine spending their whole life with this person/what have you. I’d really love to see how the relationship develops, with the happy times and the eventual bad times as it falls apart, and then the hope of finding love elsewhere.

Redeemer by CocoaCoveredGods (L x Light, Mello x Matt, Mello x Light) (complete)

I can’t tell you how happy I am that I found this fic after 6 or so years. I can’t tell you how nostalgic is makes me for my death note phase, remember when I would read this in my mom’s office, minimizing the fic on a laptop I hope she never checked. The writing is phenomenal. The format on this site is wonky, but doable to read. (I’m even reformatting it myself right now). It’s mostly everything I could have wanted in a death note fic; it even inspired my own very complex death note AU back in the day. In some alternate reality, I wrote that instead of AWH. I plan to maybe make a personal paper copy for myself of this fic I love it so much. It is on the level of George’s stuff on how much it means to me.

The story takes place *after* Death Note ends, although the main characters have not died. Here the Yellowbox Warehouse is essentially the pinnacle of L's 6-year long offensive against Kira, who believes L to be dead, when he really isn't. L faked his death, and proceeded with the case behind the cover of his three top heirs, Mello, Matt and Near. Kira himself doesn't succumb to his defeat, but is instead rescued at the last moment by his nemesis lover who decides that a more apropos end to the God of the New World is not death--but redemption, in the form of a new case and a 5th so-called Kira, that L and Light must bring down together... or risk losing everything. Yes, there is actually a plot LOL Buuuut, this puppy has yaoi and pairing's aplenty. LxLight and MelloxMatt are technically the mains, but when you cut straight down to it, this is a story about Light and Mello and how they go from hate to need, from enemies to lovers, and maybe even something more...

and indeed there will be time --orginally by lawlietismyfavorite, but they have since deleted their account :’( (the fic is still on AO3, though!) (L x Light) (unfinished)

I love death note, okay? After the beautiful live action series came out (the recent japanese one not that fucking netflix shit), I felt the need to read some fanfic of the series again, and I found this. HOLY SHIT. It’s a soulmate AU that goes through the plot line of the manga/show and fuck. Light is Ace?? The writing is so good?? 

L is the greatest detective of not only this century, but of six centuries. And then there’s Light.

Between the Lines by Klitch (Fushimi Saruhiko/Yata Misaki) (complete)

I’ve read this fic about 5 times and have accepted it as canon for this stupid show

The first time Yata saw him the kid was sitting in the corner of the cafeteria all alone with his bought lunch spread out before him, painstakingly picking out the vegetables and stacking them according to color and size.

Picking up the Pieces by SilverThunder (Fushimi Saruhiko/Yata Misaki) (complete)

I really like K. It’s a weird show, and it has copious faults. Maybe I just really like that the characters have so much potential, and this fic (as well as the one above) truly expands on that potential. This fic is an excellent exploration of these two character’s relationships, there’s just the right amount of angst. I’ve read it multiple times.

A whole year, gone from his head just like that - and how many memories could you fit in that time, anyway? It wasn’t a question Yata thought he’d ever have to ask, but with so many things changed between Saruhiko and himself, he wasn’t about to leave it alone.

It just sucked that the new world they’d built was still so easy to break.

to be first, to be best by kittebasu (chanyeol) (iwaoi) (complete)

haikyuu!! is odd for me because I don’t care about it anymore, but I really like this fic, and I’ve read it about 5 times. The characterization is on point, and the story is extremely well written.

Hajime is apparently something of a masochist, and as he stares down at the tie-dyed AREA51 T-shirt in his hands, he thinks“I’m totally in love with this asshole, aren’t I?”

Cat's Cradle by evocates (Fujioka Haruhi/Ootori Kyouya/Suoh Tamaki) (complete)

every new years eve, since 2011, my brother and I have watched Ouran High School Host Club. for the past 4 years, I have read and re-read this fic without fail in the days after

Kyouya had been able to see the red threads between people’s fingers since the day he was born. A song of fate, and the breaking of. Tamaki was a man who could never be predictable. Vague spoilers up to Chapter 63.

"Relationship Stuff" by arokitty, Ponderess (shinara) (complete)

This fic helped me realize I was asexual. It’s beautifully written.

"Relationship stuff" — that's what Yasutomo kept calling it on the occasions we discussed how things were going between us. He never failed to say it dismissively, as if it was an annoying plague he was forced to put up with. But even when I told him that he could opt out of it at any time, he did not pull back.

[lithromantic asexual Shinkai, aromantic asexual Arakita, quasiplatonic Shinara]

You Really Ought To Know by isengard (midotaka) (complete)

I really like this ship, and out of all the fics I’ve read of it, this is the one I adore the most (obviously enough to read it three times)

The Fates have an important message for Takao Kazunari.

A Gradual Fall by grassandcitrus (originshipping) (complete)

This maybe isn’t the best written fic, but it has a lot of heart, and for a ship that there is little content for, this fic served me well. It’s hard to write a realistic pokemon AU, but this feels grounded. For whatever reason, this ship still means a lot to me, so when I get in the mood for it, I’ll re-read this fic.

Meeting Wallace turned out to be a life changing event for Steven. He realizes that pretty early on. Other things, however, come with time.

The Punchline and the Resulting Silence by youremyqueen (thiefshipping) (complete)

from the author: “so i went ahead and wrote ygotas fic because, hell, if LK can record videos in which he vocally flirts with himself while playing video games, and then write gay porn about it, I sure as hell can write gay porn about it too.” yeah. 

In which Marik destroys many household appliances, Bakura naps doggedly, and they sometimes pretend - with very little success - not to be in love. (YGOTAS, thiefshipping. ridiculousness meets poeticism meets more ridiculousness.)

Six Days As Boyfriends by sitabethel (thiefshipping) (complete)

I just really like this ship and I have since I was a 14 don’t @me

In order to avoid talks of arranged marriage, Marik convinces Bakura to trick Ishizu into thinking that they're in love.

The Longest Job & The Smallest Favor by emanthony (hisoillu) (complete)

everyone in like march-ish of 2018: omg in the new update of hxh illumi says that he and hisoka are engaged!

me having watched 10 episodes of hxh 4 years ago and having a faint idea of the series: who?

me: *looks up fanfics of them*

me: *finds these two*

me: *proceeds to read them 15 times and gets obsessed with the ship*

Illumi is forced out of the Zoldyck estate and seeks a living arrangement with an associate. He's not altogether pleased with it.

Hisoka is a floor master at Heaven's Arena and has the unexpected pleasure of spending time with one of his oldest acquaintances. He doesn't share Illumi's frustrations.

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A sequel to the Longest Job, another HisoIllu fanfiction.

Hisoka and Illumi have been living together for six months now without much trouble. But when Illumi's youngest brother goes missing, Hisoka manages to make the situation just a bit too complicated and much more fun.

Lessons in Etiquette by KnockKnockBadminton (promtis) (complete)

I knew nothing about this video game but for whatever reason decided to look up fanfic for it after seeing some fanart, and then because this one was so well written, I, again knowing absolutely knowing about this video game or the series it’s a part of, binged the entire 164k fic in like two days. I’ve also re-read it and convinced my brother to buy the video game as a result. He refers to them as the “leather boy band” and sends me updates about his play through lmao

Begins in high school. From Prompto's desire to befriend the sullen, bullied prince blooms a relationship even the Astrals themselves could not have foreseen. Basically fills in the gaps from Brotherhood to the fall of Insomnia. Some liberties taken.

say it like you mean it by spaceburgers (takuleo) (complete)

Ever since playing the video game, I loved the dynamic between these two characters, and this fic is a wonderfully crafted and fun to read AU staring both of them.

Wherein Leo is a transfer student, Takumi is overly competitive, and they're doing Romeo and Juliet (but not as the titular roles).

[dent-de-leon]

lance for the character ask meme 👀

asjsdkdfkg sure thing bro,, some Sharpshooter stuff, here we go:

Why I like them: Love his sense of adventure. Like, in episode one where he mentioned that to Hunk–in reference to why they’d join a space program–that just made me stupidly happy. Because going up to space does sound super exciting and fun and it’s always been a dream of mine and I think it’s kind of nice that Lance wants to fly and see the stars just for the love of it. Also, I’ve said this before, but despite being described as “lucky,” Lance is a character who makes his own luck–follow Pidge, reach out to Blue, follow the mermaid, take that impossible shot–he sets off some exciting chains of events simply because he’s someone who goes looking for excitement. It’s nice change of pace to have a character without a tragic backstory who genuinely speaking has an optimistic and enthused outlook in regard to the universe. 

I’m also very partial to his growth as a character–for instance, learning that Black wasn’t meat for him, his parallels with Alfor, how his bayard evolves into a sniper to show he’s starting to really step back now and reevaluate a situation before he acts–I just think he’s made lots of strides and I’m proud of him for it. 

Why I don’t: He became so popular–greatly in part do to his role as the everyman character–that so much fandom content surrounds and caters to this notion of fanon Lance that’s been built up. It often feels like Lance’s canon development and core character is lost in interpretation (including but not limited to fans stripping Shiro of qualities to pass on to Lance). Keith and the Black Lion are also often passed off to Lance as prizes that he supposedly “deserves” and destroying their autonomy in the face of having them serve Lance’s character at his behest is both disconcertingly unsettling and widely prevalent within the fandom. Again, it’s Lance’s character that takes precedence in both these situations, with neither Keith nor Black Lion’s wants and needs ever factoring into the equation. Anyway, yeah, I have way more issues with fanon Lance. 

As for more my problems with canon Lance, it’s hard to forgive and forget some of his treatment of Keith. The one sided rivalry was entirely his invention, and even while Keith was deeply grieving Shiro, Lance had the audacity to accuse of him selfishly just using Shiro’s loss to have his shot at being leader–which is, ironically, exactly what Lance tried to do. He also only wanted to be Black Paladin for the sake of his own ego. I’m glad that Lance has both worked towards moving past the hostility he built up towards Keith, as well as matured considerably–he was only able to pilot Red because he realized he had to set aside his own ambitions for the team. It’s nice to see season Lance is in a different place now than he was at the start, and hopefully his development will continue in that direction. 

Favorite episode (scene if movie): Either The Red Paladin or A New Defender. Both show Lance stepping up and really coming into his own within his new role, as well as showcase his unwavering support of Allura. Some really excellent character development in both cases, both of which really sure just how far he’s progressed from day 1. Also. That heavy allurance hinting?? That’s some Good Stuff,, 

Favorite season/movie: Season 3 had some prime Lance content, with him learning to put the team first and try to navigate the Lion switch in a way where he both learned to respect Keith as well as grew very supportive of Allura, immediately welcoming her to the team. He grew a lot then, I think. Those parallels between Lance and Alfor were also super interesting and I’m all here for them. 

Favorite line: I have two now!! “Let’s go down swinging,” which is what he says in the final fight with Zarkon at the end of season 2. I love how he just expected to lose and accepted it, but still wanted to go down fighting and was proud to do so. Also, there’s, “You are the Heart of Voltron,” and more recently, “I could feel you in my heart.” Just…the fact that he cares for Allura so much and believes in her no matter what is really?? So, so sweet?? I love them??

Favorite outfit: I like his Altean pajamas!! :D They just seem to suit him really well. Also, the lion slippers?? They’re so cute!! I’m glad Lance at least wears them a lot. No slippers that cute should go to waste lmao

OTP: ALLURANCE!! I feel like that’s no secret by now lmao. Their development has progressed so far from day one, and now you literally have them being so in sync Allura is able to unlock new powers she’s always had the potential for because Lance was there encouraging her. Just like how Allura was the one who passed on Red and Alfor’s legacy to him. They’ve helped each other navigate the frighteningly unfamiliar territory of their new roles, building one another up. Lance loves Allura so much, he’ll literally go on and on for it (that fucking vlog), and Allura is quieter about it, but you can see she seems to reciprocate. It’s little things like her soft smile when Lance tells her there’s no one else he’d rather leave Blue with, or how sincerely she thanks Lance in A New Defender. They’re both so precious together and they deserve each other.

Brotp: Either Hunk and Lance or Lance and Pidge!! :’DD I love how Hunk and Lance are just best friends that were lucky enough to end up stranded in space together, I love how they’re comfortable teasing each other and poking fun. I love how they were probably roommates at the garrison. I love how Lance knows Hunk’s a total genius and is genuinely supportive of him. I love how Hunk has raced to Lance before when he was scared. I love how they’ve known each other well enough to see how much they’ve each changed from the start. I love how they’ll just hang out together like maybe nothing’s changed at all. 

I’m also so here for Lance and Pidge, for Lance actually trying to reach out and be friends with her on day one–then making it his mission to be more inclusive of her when she pushes everyone away. I love how Lance is super interested in all her science stuff even though he’s not really familiar with any of it. I love how they’ll get into ridiculous antics like stealing money from a fountain to buy video games and also leaving with a cow. I love how snarky they to each other are but will also secretly gossip about everyone else at the table. I love how Lance still tries to be inclusive of Pidge–little things, like showing her pictures of their new allies at the start of season 3.

Head Canon: Lance and Hunk were roommates at the garrison!! You’ll have to pry that one from my cold dead hands lmao I like to think they played video games lots, stayed up late making snacks or running movie marathons, snuck out into town to go on “adventures” at Lance’s insistence, ect.

Unpopular opinion: I’m a bi guy, and I’m like…really turned off by everyone in the fandom acting like bi Lance is canon. In fact, I think Lance would make for bad bi representation that perpetuated harmful stereotypes. I also don’t like k/l or Black Paladin Lance, so uh…I’m not a fun of a lot of fanon Lance I guess I should say, since that pretty much sums up all my (very) unpopular opinions. 

A wish: Lance and Allura end up together, and although Lance frequently visits Earth after the war, he’s very much involved in helping various planets rebuild and gets to continue exploring far off corners of the universe.

An oh-god-please-dont-ever-happen: Black Paladin Lance, bi Lance, canon k/l

5 words to best describe them: Ambitious, bravado, potential, insecure, self-improvement 

My nickname for them: I’m actually willing to throw Lance a bone here and give him his preference of Sharpshooter lmao 

[sky-writes-daydreams]

Called to School

A/n: Hey. Honestly I wasn’t sure If I was going to be able to do this one. Things kind of blew up at my house so I wasn’t sure if I’d feel like typing this idea out. I did it though and it did help lmao. So this is for @corleonisweek Day four? Prompt of Dad Cor. based off the one thing we all dreaded in school. The parent getting called to school. Please Enjoy. @themissimmortal @the-wallflower-artist @artistic-fangirl-shenanigans

Also I tried to leave reader gender neutral. So... yeah.

Cor X Teen!Reader Fluff

The four most dreaded words in your life. I’m calling your father.

Anxiety built up inside your gut as you sat in the cold chair. Your hand was starting to sting as the medicine sunk into the cuts. Your busted lip had barely stopped bleeding and the bruises were trying to show. For weeks now, this one well known jerk in school had been hounding you. He wanted you to go out with him. If you hadn’t seen the way he treated people, you might have been tempted. He was good looking and very popular. Now both of those were over.

You looked up as the door down the hall opened and wished you hadn't. Still in his uniform with the beret on, Your father was walking in. His sword must be in the car but he didn’t need it to  scare the hell out of you. The principal was still talking with the other boy’s parents in his office so you were alone with him. Only when he sat next to you, he pulled out his phone and held it out to you. You looked down and over and he held it out still. You took it cringing as you flexed the fingers and unlocked it. Texts from gladio were up.

To: Marshall.

(Y/N) Just had to beat the shit out of a kid. He’s been harassing them for weeks to go out with them. They’ve always said no but today he threw a punch demanding an answer. They were defending themselves. Make the principal listen. We tried to explain but the kid’s parents are lawyers.

To: Gladio

Thanks for the head’s up. Now get to class before you join them.

You smiled seeing your dad’s last text.

“Was there a camera?”

“Yeah. It does have audio as well. Noctis made sure to tell me that before the teachers got there.” Cor nodded then.

“He must have known I would ask… Interesting. Are you ok?” You shrugged then.

“Sore… Scared.” He nodded again before gently getting your hand.

“It’ll be ok.” You smiled then.

“I trust ya Dad.” Cor smiled then right as the door opened. The principal stood there in his suit and seemed a bit shocked to see cor.

“Mister Leonis…. I didn’t realize (Y/N) Was your child.”

“I had a feeling. Where will we speak?”

“My office. The other party is waiting in the conference room.” Cor nodded and let your principal lead the way. He got a glimpse of what you did though. The ice pack over his eye was hiding the black eye but the busted lip and bruise on his cheek weren’t hidden. That was just his face though. You smiled thinking about how black and blue he was going to be.

You entered the office and Sat next to cor. The Principal sat behind the desk and sighed.

“Cor, if I may…?”

“Marshall. I’m still on the clock. You pulled me out of an important meeting with the king.” you cringed then. That’s never a good thing. Your principal was feeling it as well.

“Of course. Marshall, your child attacked another student using… I don’t even know. I saw the ending of the fight and… The kid is lucky to be conscious according to his friends.” You huffed then and he looked over.

“You disagree?”

“Yes. Also I used basic self defense because that punk-”

“(Y/N).” A low warning from your father stopped you then.

“That student has been harrassing me for weeks to go out with him and he didn’t seem to get the word No. So when I rejected him again today, He lost his cool and took a swing. I dodged and warned him. You can ask Gladio Amicitia And Ignis! They were right there with me. They know. Plus, there was a camera above us.” He seemed shocked by this and quickly turned to his computer and started working on it. Your Father was stone faced as always before he turned the screen towards you.

“Audio is on?” Cor asked calmly. You could see your principal’s ears going bright red then as he turned on the sound.

“Thanks for the reminder…” Cor nodded and you two watched.

“Hey! Why are you being such a stuck up bitch!?”

“I’m not. I just know who and what I like and you’re not my type. Sorry but no. I will not go out with you or any of your friends. Now leave me alone.”

“(Y/N) come on! We’re running late for class.”

“I’m coming Gladd- Hey!”

“Listen up bitch!”

“Let me go!” right then you all saw him throw the punch. The principal paused it then.

“I see….. His story was totally different… But this is fresh feed. There has been no time for editing…. But why wouldn’t you give him a chance?” You stopped then. Was he seriously asking you that!? Cor cleared his throat then getting his attention. You looked over and you saw how stormy his clear blue eyes had gotten.

“My child will not answer that and to be blunt you never should have asked that.  No means No. If they don’t want to give someone who obviously is abusive in speech and contact a chance, then they don’t have to. Am I understood?”

“Y-yes sir.” you tried not to laugh. Your principal was almost shaking in his suit.

“We still need to discuss what actions we should take…”

“First… I think the other party needs to see this Video. Those parents need to see what kind of child their son is.” The principal just nodded and quickly got his laptop unplugged and led the way into the conference room.

You have never seen two parents so ready to kill. They watched the Video in silence and watched as his face dropped from a pitying look to one of shock and then dread. His Father was very upset. That was obvious by how tight he had his jaw set. His mother was shocked and started crying. The principal ended it when he came on the scene and sighed.

“It seemed that they were only defending themselves from Slander and Sexual Harassment. Normally under those circumstances… Expulsion is our only answer.” You felt your father tighten up next to you.

“You’re not even thinking of letting him get off are you!?” You got his arm then tightly.

“Dad…. Calm it.” you felt him shiver slightly then as he forced himself to relax. He had scared everyone.

“No…. full expulsion is a bit harsh…..  So instead… we do have a secondary school for trouble makers and people who need to finish school away from other distractions. I am under the understanding that his grades are suffering lately.”

“Hey I’ve got solid D’s in every class!” His father held up a hand then.

“It is his third year. He’s only got one more. Will he have to serve senior year there as well?”

“There is a whole semester left in this one… Consider it a trial run. If he does better and cleans up his act, then he can come back senior year. If his grades do not improve and we have more trouble, then yes…. Is that acceptable Marshall?” Cor nodded once then. The boy’s mother stood up then.

“And what about her!? She attacked him!”

“He swung first Melinda.”

“I don’t care! She should be punished as well!”

“And she will be…. Suspended for the rest of the week. When you come back, you will have three days to make up any missed work you can’t do while you’re away. I say that because I know about your online course.” You nodded then. You were doing really well in school, straight A’s and even an extra college class to help when you join the crownsguard fully. Cor nodded then and looked over.

“Plus whatever I want to add. After all.. Fighting at school? Using your combat training on a civilian?” You groaned a bit then. The principal nodded then.

“Very well. Marshall, you two are dismissed. I have to finish arrangements with these three.” you two nodded and left. It was quiet as you went to your locker to get what you needed and headed out to his car. You left your bags in the backseat while he leaned on the door.

“.....Training with noctis…. Every day you’re off even the weekend, you get up at five am with me for the five mile run. Plus you get to clean the house by yourself.”

“Fair enough.” you said looking up. He was smiling gently and soon reached out and ruffled your hair.

“Though I am proud of you for standing up for yourself like that.” You smiled then.

“Thanks Dad.”

“Now come on… I wasn’t really in a meeting with Regis. I was just doing paperwork. So how about we get some ice cream before heading back?”

“Hell yes!” cor laughed then and you two quickly got into the car.

After ice cream and a bit of file organization, you two came home to relax. Delivery Pizza and a really bad comedy helped you forget about what had happened at school. You were just glad to spend some extra time with your dad, Even if it was causing you to get up at five in the morning for a five mile run. Just meant you’d be in even better shape to send that princely friend of yours flying in training.

[atendersun-archived]

Do random messages out of the blue upset you at all?

How scared are you of people, compared to how scared they should be of you?

How much anxious internal screaming goes on with you on a regular basis?

Anxious Munday Meme! / Accepting

Do random messages out of the blue upset you at all?

Nope, not at all! I am literally always down to have a conversation ooc. Bad day at work and you need to vent about the work snitch getting all up in your business? Hit me up. Saw a tiktok / youtube video that made you bust a gut and you have been meaning to say hello to me but haven't known how to approach me? Send me that shit. This also goes for messages pertaining to disclosing a crossed boundary, or constrictive criticism. I really want to implore to people that they can ALWAYS reach out to me the no matter the circumstance, because I really want to create an environment where everyone is having fun in those moments before we all gradually leave the platform permanently.

How scared are you of people, compared to how scared they should be of you?

I wish I could say that I was fearless in the face of conversing with muns, but that would be a total lie. In actuality, I probably message only two of them on a regular basis and then a few stagger behind in the occasional message from me. Then there are muns and myself who have followed one another for nearly a decade that I still communicate so little with because I don't know how to befriend them lmao. I can also admit that, as a quick to jump in Gemini, I can come off very strongly to signs with less of an energetic footprint. I'm, uh, also kind of a bitch when crossed with LMAO like I'll give you many chances to be considerate and friendly to Muu, but I make my presence nonexistent the minute I come to learn you be talking about me. please don't be afraid of me though LOL, my son wants to be friends with your children and I want to allow him the experiences.

How much anxious internal screaming goes on with you on a regular basis?

Pretty much none to be honest? I'm maybe a little bit too chill? Which, I guess, actually comes in handy in offsetting the amount of uncertainty and anxiousness that lives inside of Muu every day. It is also for this reason that I really don't have any sort of filtering or triggers in place when it comes to conversing with me. Anything and everything are on the table all day, every day, on account of the fact that I probably just burned all my fucks dealing with people at work. The absolute dickery I face working in a store that sells firearms can not be matched by anything anyone wishes to share with me in confidence, or even as a joke. Go ham, my friends. Be your wild ass selves right of the gate, I'm telling you.

[baesketballers]

✿ and ■ for Aomine, Kise and momoi?

TBH I was expecting more requests for quirks/hobbies hc but there are so many NSFW lol but it’s okay

✿ - Sex headcanon

AOMINE

I forgot if I mentioned this before, but I believe he’s not a sex god, okay. He’s a high school brat. If it’s his first time, he’s going to be awkward, slightly apologetic or worrying, before he gets so into it that he forgets all of those. It’s going to be vanilla as heck with a lot of preparations to make sure he doesn’t fuck up. BUT the first time sex serves as something akin to a video game tutorial in his brain: now that he’s gone through it and knows the basic, he’s going to explore the heck out of you. So he’s going to learn how to do things, and it might be commonly accepted to say that he learns fast about physical things…

He used to jack off to Horikita Mai, right? If he has you, welp, not so much. The magazines and videos are merely secondary resources that he utilizes only when you’re not around for some time. He feels scared because he isn’t as aroused by any of those things anymore compared to before he met you, and instead his mind replaces them with you. 

KISE

LOUD AF but we’re talking about Anime!Kise of course. He’ll pant, groan, moan, whine, sigh, you name it—and he takes pleasure in doing it with his lips right next to your ear so you can hear whatever sound he’s emitting over the loud repeated slaps of skin against skin. If somehow you did something to awaken the beast (wrong fandom oops), and by beast I mean Manga!Kise, he won’t make as many noises, but he will dirty talk. His mouth is absolutely filthy.

His mind is absolutely filthy as well, as he has so many things he wants to try out with you. Considering his busy schedule, he’ll spend most of his week apart from you (unless you are staying together), and he needs something to masturbate to so that when he comes back to you, it’s not always senseless fucking. Kise wants to film the two of you doing it for his alone time material, but can’t because of his public reputation. The two of you settle on phone sex. He’ll probably ask you to record your voice while you touch yourself until you cum.

MOMOI

Okay but imagine like university student Momoi with a female best friend and Momoi thinks she’s straight but got confused at one point, so this best friend helps her explore her sexuality and body? I’m trying to say that at one point in her life Momoi probably will fuck at least one girl lmao They spend their weekends unwinding from their busy studies and sometimes things get hot and it turns into a sexcapade. At this point, whether or not Momoi is sure about her sexual orientation is up to you to imagine, really.

She gets picked up a lot at bars and clubs and stuff obviously because of her assets, but having experienced that a lot she knows how to see through people. Approach her with friendly intent, keep the sexual part toned down, engage her in intelligent conversation and let her shine. After she gets comfortable with a drink or two, slowly amp your charm up and create that tension. Watch her as she presses her thighs together at your witty comebacks and your meaningful smile. You can try to touch her in non-sexual places and see her reaction—if she’s feeling it, she will touch back. When you feel like the time is right, go in for a kiss and ask her with your eyes. She’ll look back at you with half-lidded, very inviting eyes. 

■ -  Bedroom/house/living quarters headcanon

AOMINE

He’s messy, who are you kidding, but at least his room is still habitable. Has that one chair with all the clothes. Don’t worry, he puts all his laundry in the hamper, but who knows when he’s gonna do them. I’m not saying that he’s living inadequately; Aomine knows how to take care of himself, it’s just that things can get quite hectic without someone Satsuki lmao reminding him to “please just clean up you room, Daiki”.

Totally has a blue-themed bedroom!! With like NBA posters and basketball related decorations. At one point when he was younger he probably had a basketball hoop hung somewhere and would practice making shots from different sides of the room hahaha hides his gravure mags among the pile of Playstation games

Actually likes rearranging the stuff in his room when he’s extra bored

KISE

He’s somewhere in between Aomine and, say, Midorima: not the neatest, but nowhere near a near-slob. He probably leaves stationery and bobby pins all over the place, which is sometimes a bother to tidy up, but Kise’s most-hated house chore is probably dusting. Nobody likes dust, but he hates it so much. It makes him sneeze, it dirties his skin, ugh. Because it’s also a hassle to always wash his face after dusting, he puts on special gear like idk a motorcycle helmet and a mask or something. 

His bathroom is THE BOmBbBbB

Probably goes overboard with room decoration. His sisters are no help, they’re extra like him too lmao so picture some glow in the dark elements, a very instagrammable wall with a collage of pictures/things he likes, a nice and super organized vanity with the O-ring light… it’s gorgeous.

MOMOI

You ever heard someone say how your house/room looks like reflects how your life is like? E.g. messy rooms equals to messy life? Well Momoi is someone who fits that saying perfectly. You can totally tell how she’s feeling through the condition of her house. Every time she goes through a break-up or a fight, it would be neglected, though luckily for her it doesn’t reach a disaster level. When it’s super neat, it’s either she’s trying to distract herself from stress or she’s in a really good mood.

The kitchen is always slightly haphazard.

Loves pastel colors and applies them in her bedroom! It’s amazing to feel that you are always color-coordinated with your room thanks to your pink hair. Momoi owns several plushies that she likes to keep near her when she sleeps. Also lots of fluffy stuff—pillows, blankets, dolls, you name it. There are plants here and there that she takes care of occasionally.

Probably super jealous of Kise’s room bc of the O-ring vanity haha 

[thislovelylady]

@fiircbird I told you I’d do it. I changed some of the roles we discussed to make it fit characters better. Also any song titles labeled with * are subject to change depending on the content. I will rewrite the songs...tomorrow. lmao.

Phoenix Wright has everything going for him: Born into a wealthy upper-class family in Los Angeles, he was given plenty of opportunities to succeed in life. Presently, he is a double Art & Theatre Major, President of the prestigious Alpha Pi fraternity, and dating the love of his life -- Dahlia "Dollie" Hawthorne.

ACT 1

Our story begins with some of Phoenix's fraternity brothers, Larry, Ronnie, and Wocky excitedly discussing their President's plan to propose to Dahlia ("Oh my god you guys"). They go to surprise him with good luck booze, only to find his room empty. Larry then recalls that Phoenix was getting a tailored suit for the occasion, and the three rush over to go and support him.

The scene cuts to Phoenix in a dressing room, still unsure about the suit. As he contemplates, Larry and the others show up and they go on about their excitement.

Off to the side, a sales associate Frank Sawhit muses to himself that rich boys are stupid and attempts to make a quick commission charge. Phoenix, however, proves he isn't as gullible as he may look. Another associate rushes in and takes over, apologizing and offering him the perfect blue suit instead. Armed with this, Phoenix feels confident enough to pop the question to Dahlia tonight.

Dahlia arrives at his fraternity house later that evening, and with his brothers giving him encouraging gestures, he whisks her away to a romantic restaurant. There, Dahlia starts talking about the future ("Serious") and Phoenix gets himself hyped up to get out the ring. Before he can, however, she says they should break up. He tries to get her to change her mind, even bringing out the ring -- but that only makes her leave immediately.

Phoenix is devastated and sulks for days, and his brothers and other friends attempt to console him ("Hey Ace Of Alpha Pi"). They finally get him out of his room and into the main room, where they have some girls over (including Mia, Maya, and Ema). They hang for a bit and Phoenix seems to be doing well until a show comes on interviewing Diego Armando, a famous lawyer known for both his charm and skill in the courtroom. Seeing how the reporter fawns over him, Phoenix has an epiphany: Become an attractive, successful lawyer to win Dahlia back ("What You Want)!

With guidance from Mia and a lot of hard work, Phoenix forksakes his senior spring break and studies enough to pass the LSAT with qualifying scores to get into Harvard Law. Instead of writing a personal essay, he leads a bunch of his friends into a musical performance into the Harvard admission offices to inspire the department (consisting of its lead, Grossberg, and two aides Penny and Richard Wellington) into accepting him. Eventually, they do, once he reveals he is motivated by love.

Phoenix arrives on campus, clueless but optimistic as he tries to find Dahlia. His classmates (including Edgeworth) brag about their accomplishments and refuse to help him as he seems out of place, but he manages to get help from Lenora, the law teaching assistant ("The Harvard Variations"). While heading to class, he bumps briefly into Dahlia, who's shocked to see him there. Later, they end up in the class of the infamous Kristoph, whom Lenora consequently aides for ("Blood In The Water"). Kristoph kicks Phoenix out at the suggestion of Matt, a classmate who turns out to be Dahlia's new boyfriend. This tragedy summons the images of Larry, Mia, and Maya -- his three closest friends -- to act as his inner 'Greek Chorus'. They tell Phoenix to persist against this new development ("Positive"), but he can't seem to get over it. He decides to go to the local bar, the Borscht Bowl Club, to drown his sorrows and figure out what to do.

While there, Phoenix spills his heart to Gumshoe, the ex-cop-turned-bartender who tries to give him some encouragement. He tells about this dream he's always had about Ireland and how what he thought was the love of his life turned out to be a huge mistake ("Ireland*"). But if he could get through that, why can't he? While they're chatting, Matt walks in with a few of his friends and heads over to the pool table. He sees Phoenix and, in an attempt to smooth things over, invites him to a pool party happening this weekend. Phoenix accepts, eager to get another chance to talk to Dahlia, and runs off knowing exactly what to do. Gumshoe affirms that he'll be all right ("Ireland (Reprise)*").

Phoenix arrives at the party the next night, only to see that he had been lied to -- it isn't a pool party at all, but  a classy get-together. He's humiliated for a moment as everyone looks at him like he's an idiot, but then he totally owns it and goes up to Dahlia. She humors him for a minute before dismissing him again ("Serious (Reprise)") and he leaves the party, dejected.

Lenora finds him looking sad in a speedo on a park bench and cannot help but inquire what happened, and he explains. Despite this, she can't really sympathize with him, explaining her own circumstances ("Chip On Your Shoulder"). Still, she agrees to help Phoenix study and get back on track and the two of them develop a friendship over time and gets him to realize that his desire to please Dahlia is what's getting in his way. After impressing Kristoph, he submits his application for the prestigious internship everyone is fighting for. Later, Phoenix and Lenora help Gumshoe get his dog Missile back from his ex-girlfriend, April May. Seeing their work pay off gets him even more excited about what he's studying! They chat more on their way back to campus, only to stop when they realize a group of classmates is crowding around Kristoph's office door.

Edgeworth is already walking away from the board, sounding excited and pleased with himself, telling whoever is on the other line that he received the internship. Lenora wonders why Kristoph posted it early -- and Phoenix runs to go check for his own name. He stops, however, upon hearing Dahlia and Matt celebrate they both earned the internship, too. In a spontaneous burst of excitement, Matt proposes to Dahlia. She's shocked, but seeing Phoenix there snaps her out of it -- and she accepts. Phoenix goes back to sulking, devastated again -- until Lenora points out his name's on the internship list, too. ("So Much Better").

ACT 2

Max Galactica is a famous magician known for his stunning performances ("Whipped Into Shape"*/). Kristoph reviews a video of Max's latest filmed performance with his team -- Lenora, Phoenix, Dahlia, Matt, and Edgeworth -- and presents him as their defendant, who unfortunately has been accused of killing his wife, Regina Berry. Sadly, he refuses to provide an alibi as to his whereabouts on the day of the murder. Nobody can get the alibi out of Max, up until he speaks privately with Phoenix, who recognizes him as a previous ALPHA PI brother. Max explains he was getting liposuction the day of the murder, but is terrified his fans will hate him as a result. Because of Phoenix's loyalty to his client and refusal to state the alibi, he and Lenora are shunned by the group. To cheer Lenora up, and to increase her chances of impressing Kristoph, Phoenix takes her to the mall to get a proper makeover ("Take It Like A Man").

Back at the Borsct Bowl, Phoenix is chatting with Gumshoe when a cute night security guard, Maggey, walks in briefly -- and then walks out, realizing she has the wrong place. Apparently she does this a lot. Gumshoe pines for her, but doesn't think he can get her attention. Together with the help of the Greek Chorus -- specifically Larry -- , Phoenix teaches him a surefire flirting technique that works on all straight women! Sadly, in the process of attempting the move, Gumshoe knocks Maggey out ("Bend and Snap"*).

In the courtroom we see Adrian Andrews, a witness who has allegedly had an affair with Max while working as the maid in his home. Max denies this vehemently. Phoenix gets a hunch that Adrian is gay, seeing as how she remains unaffected by his infamous smouldering look, but the group debates whether this is a legitimate line of questioning or not ("There! Right There!"). Eventually, Lenora gets her to crack by causing her to slip and mention she has a girlfriend -- Franziska, who is present in the courtroom at the time. Adrian takes it all back and the ladies leave together.

Later that night, the group celebrates their victory. Kristoph takes Phoenix aside and attempts to make a move on him, which he refuses -- and, upon doing so, he is fired. Edgeworth witnesses all of this from outside. A defeated Phoenix prepares to go home, even though Lenora asks him to stay, finally realizing that she is in love with him ("Legally Blonde*").

Phoenix drops by the Borscht Bowl to say goodbye to Gumshoe, but is stopped by Edgeworth, who convinces him otherwise. Edgeworth admits that although he found him obnoxious at first, Phoenix has proven himself worth to be a lawyer -- which rejuvenates his desire to return to the courtroom. Donning his blue suit, Phoenix leads a parade back to the courtroom. Along the way, Gumshoe and Maggey meet up and confess to one another, and his friends from college (Larry, Mia, Maya, Ronnie, Wocky) and even his parents have shown up to see the final trial day ("Legally Blonde Remix"*). Back at the trial, Max fires Kristoph and hires Phoenix, who is able to serve as the defense attorney so long as a licensed one oversees -- which Lenora gladly does.

The trial proceeds, calling the witness Ken Dingling to testify. Phoenix is able to find a contradiction in his testimony and unravel his lies, revealing that the witness purposely framed Max for the murder, as he had a grudge against Regina from years prior. Ken is arrested and Max is set free. Everyone celebrates together. Lenora turns to Phoenix, ready to tell him how she feels -- up until she sees Dahlia shyly standing in the background. Resigned, she leaves them to talk. Dahlia apologizes and tells Phoenix she wants to marry him, but he realizes that she never wanted to marry Matt in the first place. She was just looking for an 'upgrade'. He tells her it's over, but thanks her for breaking up with him as it helped him discover what he could really do ("Find My Way"). Dahlia is offended by the rejection and runs off.

Three years later, Edgeworth introduces Phoenix as the valedictorian of his class. Gumshoe jumps in to explain where everyone else is presently: Edgeworth practices family law, Matt dropped out to become an actor, and Dahlia found a wealthy husband in some other country. Kristoph ran for governor and was defeated, and Lenora completed a few trials that allowed her to get her mother and sister a nice house to stay in. And, of course, Gumshoe and Maggey are married with two kids and a third on the way. At the end of his speech, Phoenix proposes to Lenora, and she accepts ("Finale").