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nomoregoldfish · 5 years ago

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Imagine Pacho Sends You as a Gift to (Spy on) Amado 2/3

This is getting out of hand again, smh. (Not really) Warning: everyone loves Pacho. Un-betaed, I’ll post the entire thing on AO3 later. For now, you can find part 1 here.

Amado is occupied with all sorts of business affairs after you land in DF, leaving you to his younger brother Vicente. You quickly learn Vicente is in charge of security of all cartel business, that's something, you assume.

When asked why you don't go to Juárez directly, Vicente tells you Amado has several meetings with some important figures in DF. You have to figure out a way to infiltrate the plaza to learn more about Amado, staying at a luxury apartment owned by the narcos won't get you anything useful.

"She's crazy!" Vicente's whining when Amado finally shows up late that night, "She woke up at 5 in the morning for a fucking jog and dragged my ass to a wet market before it even opened. And that's not the end of it, she bought so much fish and my car still smells like a stinky fish tank right now."

Vicente is a bit exaggerating but you do have a fruitful trip to the local market.

"Yet you finished everything she cooked." Amado points at the empty plates on the dining table, not annoyed at all.

"Do you have some leftovers?" The tall Mexican turns to you. Vicente interrupts, "No, we ate all salmon sashimi because Ryoko said salmon has to be served as fresh as possible, and I ate all wasabi. Oh man, that shit is hotter than serrano peppers. But don't worry, we have a lot of more fish in the jacuzzi." Right, it comes handy to have more than one bathtub in the luxury apartment.

Finally Amado sends away his bratty little brother. Then it's just the two of you.

"I've got something for you." You remember to smile, which seems to work fine as Amado approaches. "All done?" He asks, you haven't figured it out what he's asking about, the dishes? Yes. Then the Mexican lowers your ponytail, running his fingers through your hair.

"You don't wanna hair in your grilled pacific saury." You joke, bringing him another set of hot meal you specifically make for him.

"Tell me more about it." Amado takes a large bite, looking satisfied and more relaxed.

You two are chatting over some mezcal and a plate of edamame afterwards. Amado asks about your day, and trades some anecdotes about Vicente when you tentatively ask about his. The fucker is smart and vigilant.

"I have to tell you something," Okay, you get his full attention, "The bluefin tuna you ate three days ago wasn't served in the best condition. Pacho wanted a show, everything grand and pretty, so I had to cut the red part of the fish and make a bright-colored akami plate right away. It's meaty and chewy, which should have been aged for three days in the fridge to allow the texture to soften and release more flavor," You opens the fridge, showing Amado several chunks of tuna you already cut out, "You can have friends over in three days, I bought enough for a full table."

"What about the pink ones?" He seems genuinely interested. You continue to explain that different parts of tuna offer variable tastes from super fatty pink otoro around the head and collar to chutoro, mixture of fat and meat from the back and belly.

To your surprise, Amado asks for a slice of the fat part, "You said it's the most expensive one. I shouldn't waste your hard-earned money, right?" Both of you laugh.

You take a really fat cut. When you're looking for a plate and the soy sauce, Amado just eats it from your hand. Your fingers are freezing from the tuna and when he swallows them with the slice, the hot and soft sensation around fucking turns you on like nothing else. The sashimi-hater even licks your fingers a few more times, "to clean the fat."

As he claimed, "It's better."

"Now you're gonna show me how you destroy my jacuzzi on day one."

You feel great sitting by the edge of the jacuzzi a.k.a. your temporary fish tank and checking out all the aquatic animals you bought earlier.

"It could've been us in it." What a tease. You laugh then get up, "I don't think it's a good idea to get naked with lobsters and octopuses."

"Wait," Amado turns you around, still sitting by the edge, "Let me make it up for you."

When Amado decides to give you a head, you simply don't say no. It's like sitting on his face because you can barely stand still. He notices then pulls you closer. The lips used to wrap around your fingers now make you feel like in heaven, and God bless his fucking tongue. The Mexican is driving you mad.

"Shh, you wake up the octopus." You're at the tipping point and the fucker pauses. You open your eyes, an octopus is on the move, two tentacles approaching the edge of the jacuzzi, sucker rings very close to your bare legs.

Then imagine Amado gets up and pushes you up against the tiles in the shower, silencing you with a rough kiss. You taste yourself, and something raw, could be the tuna or the cigarettes he smokes. You get even more aroused by that.

You're desperate for more of his touch. So you grab his big hand and put it between your thighs, and he's willing to comply.

This is too much. You cum just after a few rubs against him.

"I'm sorry for the other night. You're a genius." Amado's playing dirty, sweet-talking while he continues to rub against your oversensitive part, "Would you do me favor? I'm thinking about hosting a few guests, somewhere private, the tuna will be ready by Friday, right?"

You can't believe he falls for the trick. This could be an important business meeting and you're gonna be there.

"Sure. Can I ask something in return?" You already come to your senses while giving Amado a painfully slow handjob.

"Anything you want. Flowers? Jewelry? Cars? I have some better collections than Pacho's Corvette C4. Too flashy." Amado offers generously.

You can't help laughing, "Gosh, how could men make everything a dick comparison contest?"

"You saw his dick?" Amado bites your lower lips. He's rock hard, throbbing.

"I thought you did, too. You two seem very close. I mean, Pacho is a gorgeous man." You keep going, and teasing. You enjoy the fact that you just plant something really dirty in Amado's head. You bet he's having an imaginary threesome with you and Pacho. Not a bad idea though.

By the time you make him come, the Mexican almost forgets what you're asking.

"I ask 'Do you have some dumbbells?' I need my daily training and I don't have time to find a new gym here. What? How do you think I'm able to handle a 150lbs tuna in a line of work mostly for men?" You give Amado a little squeeze before licking it off.

You have a dream that night, being penetrated by Amado in some warm water while a giant octopus sucks you off. You wake up with wetness down there.

You visit several Japanese restaurants in town, unsurprisingly boring. You get the idea that local middle-class see Japanese cuisine as an exotic and cultural novelty.

You even invite Amado to have lunch at one of those restaurants during his break. He frowns at the food after the first bite, "You can't do this to me."

What? "Asking me to eat this crap is inhumane. I'm spoiled." Amado makes it sound like you're the bad guy, but these smiling eyes give him away. He looks at you the way that makes you feel wanted.

You two end up eating cheap Mexican street food and that's where you find some early blossoms of jacarandas with excitement.

"You want those?" Amado asks, picking up some dried petals from the street. All you can think of is jacarandas flower could be an interesting alternative to sakura, which adds a domestic touch to the food you're gonna prepare for Friday.

"Yes, please." Amado must find it weird but he just nods.

Once being brought to the outskirt location of the private meeting, you spend more time making rearrangement of the decor, trying to create an authentic Japanese ryotei experience.

You call Amado once for extra resources. It's tricky because you don't know if you're in a position to ask anything when he's away, busy.

"I'm glad you called. I may not be an Asian culture fanatic like Pacho but I promise you will have anything you want. Whatever rare shit he's bought you, just name it. I'll have an entire Boeing 727 team ready to fly it in from every fucking corner of the world." Yeah, the dick measuring thing is still going on.

What you don't mention is that you're also glad to hear his voice. "Will you come over?" You almost let it slip, "I mean, to see if you like everything."

"No. I trust you," Amado pauses, "I'll be an hour early."

"Mind the traffic." Bright laughter breaks from the other end of the line.

And thanks to the highly efficient Carrillo Air Express, stuff you request is brought to you the next day including a whole box of violet jacarandas petals.

You ask for a guest list before starting to set the table. "Just set tables for eight people." Vicente clearly has no idea of being a host. You explain that it's part of your job to make sure no one is allergic to seafood. "How the fuck do I know that?" The young man is still complaining.

"Don't worry. Give me a list. I'll look for their office numbers, call their secretaries and find out."

Vicente is easily convinced. You get what you want, a list of high-up politicians and business executives. Not sure how this is relevant but you memorize the names and companies anyway.

Amado makes his arrival almost cinematic. With a chopper still swirling outside, the man in black steps out from the driving seat on the right and waves to you like a king.

"You're early." You can hide your smile this time.

"Because someone suggested I should 'mind the traffic.' It happens I've owned a few choppers." The fucker looks like a dashing pilot out Hollywood movies.

You joke that he's nothing like what Pacho used to say, "Low-profile my ass."

"Oh, Pacho talks about me?"

"Stop. I'm really not interested in which one of you has a bigger dick."

Later Amado hands you a wrapped frame. "I heard you're looking for some Japanese art for decoration. I don't know anything about art but..."

You can't believe he brings you a shunga, tradition Japanese erotic painting, depicting a giant octopus performing oral on a woman with pink tentacles all over her naked body. "You're ridiculous." You frown, it's too explicit you're not sure if it's appropriate for such an occasion.

"I saw something similar at Pacho's house. Well, minus the woman. Just boys." The cheeky bastard winks at you, "You're also serving octopus sashimi tonight? It's a fit then." That's how a print of the famous Octopus and Girl Diver ends up in the main room.

Dinner starts at 8 and everything is ready. You're asked to briefly introduce each dish to the guests when one's presented. Guests praise everything from the chopstick rest made of porcelain with traditional Mexican patterns, to the floral-shaped bream sashimi slices. The tuna sushi is a hit, everyone loves it. You give Amado a knowing smirk when you catch him taking a few himself. The octopus sashimi is a bit tricky but the guests are so "polite", they still pretend to enjoy the exotic food.

The rest of the time you stay outside the room. You hear things but not in a coherent manner. Amado mentions NAFTA, export-oriented furniture and auto parts factories in Juárez, and two of them are head of the biggest tequila exporters of the country. Nothing makes sense for the drug business. Is the most successful Mexican drug trafficker gonna shift to other legitimate businesses? That might have an impact on Pacho's business.

When dessert is brought to the table, everyone wows — the improvised jacarandas mochi with dried petals is a nice surprise to end the dinner. You tell them the story that instead of the much-anticipated sakura which wasn't well-adjusted to the Mexican weather, how jacarandas was introduced to Mexico City by a Japanese gardener in the 1930s. All the guests finish their plates while giving you a few nods.

Amado seems very pleased with everything you've done. He lowers his voice to ask you to wait for him afterwards.

"Where are we going?" You ask through the headphones. Seems Amado is flying you back to downtown DF.

The Mexican smirks, "To the sky."

You finally land atop the roof of a skyscraper, "This is the tallest building in Mexico." Amado holds you tight when you exit the chopper. The wind at night in early January is insane, let alone you're 700ft above the ground.

It must be some five-star hotel but turns out it's an office building of Pemex, Mexico's state-owned oil company. WTAF? "Put it this way, the biggest exporters of the country hang out sometimes." Amado's sense of humor is something you didn't expect, "Well, I'm not saying they bring as many unattached US dollars as I do, not even close."

When you let the fact sink in — that the Juárez cartel probably earns twice as much as the biggest oil company in the country through exporting "goods," having access to a secret suite on the top floor of the Pemex Tower is not surprising at all.

"You bring people here often?" You ask when Amado pops a bottle of wine. The city view from the 54th floor is stunning.

"I didn't know you're the jealous type." He brings you a glass. You two stand in front the giant window, raising your glasses like you're celebrating.

"You haven't asked what we're celebrating." Amado takes a step closer.

You put index finger on his lips, which are incredibly soft. Immediately remind you last time you kissed, "I don't want to get myself killed in a foreign country."

"Did Pacho teach you that? Not asking questions, just do your thing." Amado starts kissing your hand.

"Oh, my God. You're so obsessed with him, and it's kinda cute."

"Nonsense." The Mexican disagrees, and turns to the window.

You sets both of your glasses aside, then leads Amado to the bed. You get undressed first, lying on the bed, waiting.

"You're sure this is something you want?" You ask, completely stripped. Amado stares at your flat-chested body like the first time he found out who you are.

"You make it sound like I haven't sleep with supermodels. That funny?" The fucker tickles you, "You have no idea..."

Imagine Amado makes you feel adored, marking every inch of your body with his big hands and soft lips. He takes time, mapping your body till he finds the most sensitive spots and makes you moan, shivering.

"Let me warm you up." Amado probably thinks you're cold, so he spoons you. The long limbs of his are like tentacles wrapped around you, fuck, you can feel his erection grinding against you.

You're so wet for Amado. When he finally pushes in from behind, neither of you can resist the sensation.

"Wanted to do this to you the whole week. You're such a fucking tease, aren't you? Dropped at my door in that kimono robe then left without letting me even touch you." Amado pounds into you, with hand reaching your little bean from behind, making you a total mess.

"Why didn't you make me stay then?" You're nearly breathless, "Is it...because it's within Pacho's territory?" You obviously cross some line with that. The thrusts become harder, feels like Amado is gonna fuck you senseless.

You're not sure if Pacho wants to know you are talking about him when you reach orgasm.

You decide to leave it out before you pass out.

#narcos mexico #narcos imagine #amado carrillo fuentes #pacho herrera #amado x reader

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charpaige · 5 years ago

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my canon chenry fantasy

Here’s how I would’ve made Chenry canon. This is a little bit over 2,300 words to compensate for the slow burn they should’ve got.

For starters, I would’ve started their relationship in Season 3. I know, I know, what about starting it in Season 1? We’ll let Henry enjoy all of his little love trysts in the first two seasons since those were actually pretty important to his character growth. It also allowed Charlotte and Henry to really bond and have some really important conversations. So, we keep those.

But, one of my favorite tropes is when someone close to a superhero gets kidnapped and they realize how important that kidnapped person is to them.

I would’ve had Charlotte get kidnapped by a new villain. A female villain too, since we barely had any of those. She’d be like Rick Twittler in a way. Since she shows up unexpected and adds a level of seriousness that the show hadn’t possessed yet. Let’s call her Miss H.

And of course, Charlotte being kidnapped drives Henry crazy because hey, one of his best friends are missing and it seems like Schwoz and Ray aren’t doing enough to bring her back.

So, Henry decides to take matters into his own hands. And predictably, he fails miserably in his rescue attempt and ends up captured with Charlotte.

While waiting for Ray and Schwoz to rescue them, the two of them have some serious bonding for a few days. They talk about missing Oreo milkshakes, wonder about what happened to Jasper’s bucket collection, and dramatically fantasize about their youth like they’re knocking on death’s door.

When Captain Man finally makes it to where Charlotte and Henry are captured, they’re moved to a room by Miss H’s goons with a two-way mirror so they could see the showdown between Ray and Miss H. There’s a countdown for ten minutes in the room, but they have no idea what it does.

However, it seems like Captain Man does. Because he looks towards the mirror with concern while Miss H. gives her monologue about her villainous ways.

Henry and Charlotte watch the fight and look back and forth between that and the timer while freaking out together, and not knowing what to do. Once the timer hits the half-way mark, they unexpectedly reach for each other’s hand, squeezing a little too tight.

And then, in typical Captain Man fashion and for television like suspense, he manages to stop Miss H. and stop the timer with one second left to spare. Henry and Charlotte respond by immediately hugging each other and jumping for joy with huge smiles on their faces.

Unexpectedly, their faces are inches apart from all the excitement, they’re out of breath in a good way, and their hearts are racing from anxiety and jubilation. But their eyes meet like they’ve never met before and lean into a kiss.

But they don’t get to kiss since Captain Man barges in and makes them jump apart like they were doing something illegal.

From there, Henry and Charlotte have a hard time talking about the almost kissing incident. It’s a little awkward and they can’t even share a bowl of popcorn without fear of their hands touching.

But they eventually talk it out. It was all in the moment they say. It just felt right at the time they say. It doesn’t mean anything and they’re still best friends they convince themselves.

Everything is cool till Charlotte gets a boyfriend. Which, completely throws Henry for a loop because what the heck, who is this guy, and why does he think he’s good enough for Charlotte.

But Henry sees how happy he makes Charlotte, how well he treats her, and how annoyingly cute they look working on LIMP projects together. So, he lets them be and keeps his jealously to himself. But they still remain pretty close and everything is seemingly normal.

Until normalcy starts to go down the drain. Because Henry and Charlotte are closer than ever now that she has a boyfriend, which is weird. But knowing that Henry doesn’t have to deal with his feelings for his best friend makes their interactions a little better. And every time Charlotte shows up to work with her boyfriend with their hands laced together, Henry gets used to the small uneasiness in his stomach and smiles a little bigger because his bestie is happy.

But happiness might as well be a pair of black jeans since it fades over time. Suddenly, Henry gets a little frustrated that he has to watch Charlotte so happy while being a sidekick to a superhero is taking a toll on his mental health, school grades, and his ability to be a teenager.

But Henry keeps it to himself since he doesn’t want to feel like a bother with his problems. Until the Christmas episode that is.

I’d keep it the same as Season 5’s episode with Ray and Henry saving Christmas trees. Except Charlotte is throwing a small Christmas party at her place with some of her class friends and Henry was supposed to be there to take a breather from being Kid Danger.

But he’s Henry with a good heart. So, he has to save Christmas even though he’s kind of sick of saving everything and not being able to hang out with his friends.

Henry arrives late to the Christmas party after everyone’s left except Jasper’s passed out on the couch from drinking too much eggnog with gingerbread crumbs all over his face.

Charlotte gives Henry a cup of hot chocolate and they sit by the fireplace where Charlotte makes him spill the beans on how he’s been doing since they barely get to talk anymore.

He makes her go first since he knows Charlotte gets an ear full of talking men since she works in the Man Cave. She fills him on accelerated testing, joining the newspaper committee, and some crime tracking system she and Schwoz had been working on in the Man Cave.

However, he’s caught off guard when she reveals that she and her boyfriend broke up a while ago. Henry had been so busy and sleep-deprived he didn’t even notice them not eating lunch together, holding hands, and at the library together.

He wants to be nosey and ask a whole bunch of questions, but her answer to them wanting to be just friends sufficed enough.

So, Henry finally got to rant and rave about how tired he is of being Kid Danger sometimes, how much his grades are suffering, and how much he misses being the Three Musketeers with Jasper and Charlotte. He manages to leave out the fact he has a massive crush on her.

Which is hard since she looks really pretty in her forest green sweater, a Santa hat headband, and her hair straightened for her yearly layered haircut.

Charlotte puts her hand over his and does what she does best, makes him feel better while telling him how to go about his next moves to get his life back. After the serious talk is over, they vibe and catch up and Jasper wakes up to join them like it’s old times.

Jasper says his goodbyes to Henry and Charlotte and dashes home to do a weird Christmas ritual with his mother. This leaves Henry and Charlotte awkwardly standing in the doorway and saying their goodbyes with a hug. They smile a little sheepish after they separate, but Charlotte’s eyes briefly glance upwards and slightly widen.

Henry follows her line of sight and notices the culprit of her gaze, mistletoe above the doorframe that had been forgotten.

Henry coughs awkwardly and quickly says goodnight in an attempt to get out of there as soon as possible. Except Charlotte reaches for him and stops him in his tracks.

She’s looking up at him like the last almost kissing incident and Henry just thickly swallows waiting for her next move.

“You know how much I hate breaking holiday traditions.” And Charlotte leans into him and kisses him on the cheek.

Henry knows he’s embarrassingly flushed and his mouth his probably slightly agape, because who is this version Charlotte and why was mistletoe only around on Christmas?

But he’s Henry, so he’s cool and suave (yeah, right), and he smiles and wishes her a good night.

He somehow floats his way home and doesn’t stop thinking about the kiss till he falls asleep.

But the cheek kiss suddenly freaks him out while he’s eating breakfast, because what the heck does it even mean??? Does she like him? Are they on the path to being more than friends? Or does Charlotte really just love holiday traditions and he’s a victim of circumstance?

All the thinking drives him crazy, so he finally turns to Jasper to ask about what any of it means. From the beginning when they almost kissed to now. And unsurprisingly, Jasper just shrugs and says, “I dunno.”

So, Henry remains really conscious about his crush on Charlotte and unsure if their best friendship is in danger (ha, get it? ‘cuz he’s Henry/Kid Danger, yeah okay it’s not funny) or worthy of something more.

It’s up in the air till they kiss in I Dream of Danger and become official. Instead of Charlotte being freaked out by the dreams because of her inability to see Henry in a romantic way, she’s freaked out because she’s afraid of their relationship changing.

They’ve been Henry and Charlotte. The best friends for the longest amount of time. A friend turned romantic relationships usually turn out well, but she’s worried about theirs going down in flames and losing her best friend for the rest of her life.

But Henry reassures her that everything between them is going to be fine whatever path their relationship takes. And they can talk about it later when she’s not feet away from a hungry lion.

So, he rescues her and they don’t kiss, but instead, she hugs him really tight for basically saving her life.

Later on, Henry walks her home since he’s afraid to let her out of his sight now. And they talk a little bit more about their feelings for each other and admit that their relationship has been on its ups and downs.

When they’re at Charlotte’s doorstep, they get awkward since they both got a lot off of their chests in a short amount of time.

Henry has his hands in his pockets. “So, yeah…” he trails off.

She anxiously laughed. “Yeah, so what now?”

“I don’t know. Should we try the whole boyfriend and girlfriend thing?” He’s looking at the ground when he says it since this is the most nervous he’s ever been in his whole life.

“Well, I like you and you like me, so I guess it makes sense?”

“You guess?” Henry laughs.

Charlotte playfully rolls her eyes at him. “You know what I mean.”

They smile really big at each other and banter a little more till the air gets serious again. The conversation truly feels like it’s at its end now, so Henry goes in for the final blow.

“Can I kiss you?” Henry has to ask because hey, we love consent.

Charlotte nods frantically while saying yes.

And then they kiss. It’s terse but sweet and they’re both in astonishment afterward, since wow, I just kissed my best friend and it was actually kind of great.

They awkwardly part ways after that but then we get separate scenes of how happy they are. We get to see Charlotte run upstairs to her bedroom to scream into her pillow in glee. And we get to see Henry jumping up and down in excitement and punching the air. And yeah, Chenry is canon at that point.

Chenry dates officially in front of the audience from the beginning of Season 4. The first episode from that season is Sick & Wired, so we open with Charlotte taking care of a sick Henry and her remaining by his side. Ray thinks they’re lying to hang out together since they’re dating, so he still convinces Jasper to wear a wire and blah blah blah, you’ve probably seen the episode.

And yeah, so imagine official Chenry for all of Season 4 and 5. They’re not super-duper romantic and always engaging in PDA since it’s a self-proclaimed ‘kid’s show’ and I want kids to know that you don’t have to always be kissing and all over each other to be in love or in a relationship.

So, we’d just occasionally see Henry and Charlotte holding hands while sitting on the couch, Henry’s arm around Charlotte’s shoulder, the two of them sharing food and drink, them smiling super big at each other in the background when other characters are talking.

The occasional kiss could involve forehead kisses, cheek kisses, and even hand kisses because those are so wholesome and underrated. Plus, I’d want there to be a running gag that Jasper never gets to see Henry and Charlotte kiss. Since, The Bucket Trap he really wanted to see them kiss, so what’s better than to not have them kiss. It’d also be for Jace and Riele’s sake too not gonna lie. Since I’m sure that’s awkward and people ship them enough in real life.

But yeah, Jasper only sees Chenry holding hands, long hugs, and other romantic shit. And in the last episode, they offer to kiss in front of him to appease him, but there’s a power outage as soon as they go in for it and Jasper misses the whole thing with a dramatic “Noooooo!”

Canon Chenry also means we get a prom episode where they look awesome in a matching tuxedo and dress. We get a Valentine’s episode that lets them go on a date. We’d get graduation day Chenry in their caps and gowns.

Matching costume Chenry for Halloween. Like, imagine the two of them wearing a peanut butter and jelly costume where they’re each a slice of smeared bread. And Jasper gets to be a milk carton and maybe his significant other could be a chocolate chip cookie. Idk, I’m just rambling at this point.

So, yeah, that’s all I got.

#henry danger #chenry #henlotte #henry hart #charlotte page

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instigare · 5 years ago

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Event Report: Wake Up, Girls! FINAL TOUR -HOME- ~PART III KADODE~ Kumamoto

This is an event report from 5th Jan 2019 archived from my Wordpress blog. You’ve probably already read it. I’ll add photos later.

Writing this on the plane back to Tokyo from what I would consider a treasure-filled three days in Kumamoto. I will never forget this weekend and I genuinely dread having to go to school tomorrow.

My flight to Kumamoto was on the day of the live itself, a 0710 flight from Haneda Airport bound to arrive in Kumamoto Airport at 0910. My plan was to head straight to bed as soon as I got home since I’d have to wake up at 3 AM to get to the airport in time. Much to my dismay, the blend of excitement over finally being able to go see Yoppi at Kumamoto, and the anxiety over the fact that if I’m unable to wake up in time I won’t be able to go see that, had me awake all night and I ultimately gave up trying to go to sleep at around 2 AM. Made myself some fried eggs (Yoppi’s favourite food her mom would make her, from her song Watashi no Ki), got ready, and headed to the airport without a second of sleep. Unsurprisingly, I was already dying when I got to the airport but for some reason I just couldn’t close my eyes. Afraid I wouldn’t be able to get any sleep in-flight, I asked some friends over what to do in order to die in the flight immediately.

The answer was simple: down a can of Strong Zero.

Thus, I grabbed a 500ml can of Apple flavoured Strong Zero (青りんご for 青山) at the nearest convenience store, and downed it in one go right before boarding the plane. Little did I know, turns out that was the same amount of alcohol as three cans of beer. I was so dizzy I bumped into people while boarding the flight, and while I did die when I got to my seat, I felt so nauseated and needed to go to the bathroom so often I basically only got 45 minutes of sleep.

I only recovered after arriving at the venue. What a terrible experience. Never doing that again.

In order to fully enjoy Kumamoto, I decided my only option was to go the ultimate TO route and buy 48 tickets in order to maximise my chance of getting front row. I was completely expecting to not be able to sell the extras, but I did! Thank god. Had to go around turning those tickets into money as soon as I got to the venue. I was still a bit tipsy, and one of the buyers even asked me if I was ok and was genuinely worried. WUGners sure are nice.

Thanks to Surname and Dalmo, I didn’t have to worry about buppan either. They helped me get what I want earlier on. God bless.

Finally, it was time to enter the venue.

Since most of the songs were the same, I’m not gunna write both separately, but I will mention when something is Afternoon or Night exclusive.

My seats were:

Floor 1, Row 3, Seat 31 for Afternoon

Floor 1, Row 6, Seat 19 for Night

Since there was no Row 1, afternoon was basically second row. It was two seats away from the aisle which kinda sucked, but at least I was super close. As for Night, it was right next to the left aisle, which turns out to be the best thing to ever happen, which I will talk about later on.

The live started with a message from Katayama Minami and Nanase Yoshino, both talking to each other about Kumamoto. Nanase offers to give Katayama recommendations for places to eat at. Katayama, surprised at how much Nanase knows about Kumamoto, asks where she got all this info from. Turns out Nanase knows someone from Kumamoto, who goes by “Aoyama Yoshino”. The conversation cuts into a phone call between Nanase and Aoyama, but for some reason Aoyama sounded more like Guri than herself… talking with her mouth full, and being completely uncaring of the conversation. They then continue on talking about how they should visit historical places in Kumamoto and how it’s important for everyone to visit Kurokawa Onsen and Hitoyoshi Onsen (LOL). Nanase then talks about how since this is the first WUG live in Kumamoto, she wished more people could come and see Kumamoto earlier. Katayama then ensures Nanase that it’s not too late, and since it’s KADODE, they still have plenty of chances to show everyone how great of a place it is. “KADODE is not a harbinger of end times, but rather a gate that leads to a new path.” Suddenly, they get another voice message from Aoyama, telling them to shower themselves in Kumamoto cuisine, breathe Kumamoto’s freshest air, and to not forget a single second they spend there, and to definitely come visit again, in the sleepiest, most uncaring Guri voice possible. Katayama then asks Nanase if they could come visit Kumamoto one more time even after the live is over. Nanase agrees, to not visit just as friends, but as family.

“Ikuzo, Ganbappe, Wake Up, Girls!”

All of a sudden, Oota-san’s voice appears out of nowhere, screaming his otaku screams, to which everyone laughs their arse off. He shills how Yoppi is back in Kumamoto and how happy she is over it. He asks if we got ready for the live by eating Yoppi’s favourite Kumamoto foods. He does a spot check on us, and he shills some goods, mentioning how “that specific WUGner” wearing the tour T-shirt, parka, and the windbreaker is wearing the perfect armour. Finally, he asks us if we brought with us our love for WUG, to which the crowd screams as loud as possible.

We then hear random rambling from WUG backstage. I don’t particularly remember what they were saying, but it was pretty random. They do the “Ikuzo, Ganbappe, Wake Up, Girls!” ritual real quick, after which Oota-san comes back to scream at us about how WUG-chan is all fired up. We start chanting “Wake Up, Girls! Wake Up, Girls! Wake Up, Girls!”

They show up in sillhouettes behind the stage curtains. The curtains fall with a bang, and we’re greeted with WUG themselves, wearing the 暴君 outfit, ready to perform their first song.

M01. 少女交響曲

That was so unexpected. Now it makes sense why they ended all of the Part II Lives with this song. They were trying to connect it together with Part III. Pretty cool if you think about it. Also, Yoppi was holding back tears with the biggest smile on her face. People in the back probably didn’t notice but being so up close it was really obvious how teary eyed she was. It must be so overwhelming for her. Kumamoto Shimin Kaikan. The biggest hall in all of Kumamoto. A place she has so many memories at. She’s finally standing there as WUG, looking at a sold out venue. It’s so amazing and I’m so thankful and happy for her. I almost cried looking at her.

M02. 素顔でKISS ME

Source: 初！熊本！あいり (2019 01 08)

Is it just me or did I never notice how people mix during the first instrumental? It was so loud and it was amazing and I wish I knew about it before lmfao.

MC1. Introductions

They introduce themselves and talk about how they’re all glad that they’re performing in Kumamoto. Mayushii tells everyone how if you start your year by screaming UWAAAAH, good things will happen this year, to which everyone screams, and then tells us that she made it up on the spot. BAMBOOZLED. Kayatan talks about how tasty dagojiru is during both sessions, and Yoppi talks about how we were all turned into vegetables during the start of Afternoon because of how nevous she was. She then tells us about how recently she had a dream where she was at Kumamoto stop and they were doing their introductions and when she welcomed everyone to Kumamoto, she was greeted with booing. She knows that it would never happen, but it got her even more nervous, and it made her feel like she was in hell. The audience was filled with laughter it was so funny. We then scream that we love her, to which Yoppi responds with how there will never be another chance again so everyone should boo at her. Wihtout hesitation, the entire audience starts booing at her. I will never forget this moment. I boo’d Yoppi at a WUG live in her hometown.

M03. 7 Girls War

HOLY SHIT. I didn’t think it would actually happen but everyone screamed 「熊本おかえり！よっぴー」 for Yoppi’s part, and the way Yoppi’s face brightened up hearing it, it was beautiful. God bless. I furicopied my heart out for this song as I always do.

M04. 言の葉青葉

Beautiful. Is there anything more to say about this song? All I can do is just stand there and watch how gorgeous they are and how wonderful their singing is, while furicopying, of course.

M03. 7 Senses

Not many people did 「熊本おかえり！よっぴー」 for Yoppi’s part for this song, but when everyone screamed 「まゆしぃ！」 after Mayushii’s 「よ！」, Mayushii’s face brightened up too because there was never a Mayushii call in either 7GW or 7 Senses, but WUGners actually made it happen. WUGners truly are awesome, and it’s wonderful how obvious the girls make it when showing how happy they are. Oh yeah, Yoppi and Aichan did the USA dance in between too.

M04. 雫の冠

Beautiful. Is there anything more to say about this song? All I can do is just stand there and watch how gorgeous they are and how wonderful their singing is, while furicopying, of course.

TIE-UP CORNER

Only at Night, after 雫の冠, does Mayushii quickly mention that it’s now time for the Tie-up corner. Did she probably forget to in the afternoon?

M05. 僕らのフロンティア

I have been waiting for this song for so long. It’s one of my favourite WUG songs and it gives me the motivation to do pretty much anything. I furicopied so hard to this. One thing I don’t like about the live version is how everyone screams HAI during the instrumental before the chorus. I really appreciate the serene feel of the song and that call is really irritating. A movement against it is building up on Twitter though, which gives me hope for the future.

M06. One In A Billion

The calls for this song are so much fun because of how short but impactful they are. Screaming ONE IN A BILLION with WUG is always fun. This song is so good.

M05. One In A Billion

I actually didn’t even notice they skipped 僕らのフロンティア when they opened with this song! I was way too immersed into how good this song is.

M06. 恋？で愛？で暴君です！

Finally! I get to see this song again. It’s the song that got me into WUG and I love it so much. Fun fact, during Yoppi solo event, a certain something happened and it became a normality for Yoppi oshis to scream よしのー instead of オレモー for this song, and it made me really happy that a lot of people finally got the memo and did it too, or maybe my renban and I were just really loud with the よしのー calls. I was also really confused as to why they wore this outfit during Afternoon but never properly performed it, but at least we still got it at Night. Still wish I could see it twice...

MC2. Outfit Talk

They talk about how long it’s been since they last wore the Renai Boukun outfit and take their time to appreciate how cute of an outfit it is. In the Afternoon, they actually forget they last wore it in Shanghai and say Los Angeles multiple times and then correct themselves later. After this little exchange, everyone but Yoppi gets ready to leave but she quickly stops Mayushii and Nanamin, asking them to stay. With that, we enter the Kumamoto special corner.

SPECIAL CORNER

They start by asking asking everyone if anything comes to mind seeing these three specific people. That’s simple. If you’ve watched that Yonayona stream you’d know that these three are WUG’s チーム西日本. Yoppi being from Kumamoto, Mayushii from Osaka, and Nanamin from Tokushima. According to Yoppi, they’re also known as 飛行機組. Ever since before they debuted, until even after all their training camps and the Wonfes introduction, for those two years, these three were be the ones that would have to take the plane to Tokyo for events and training. At Night, Mayushii mentions that she still has the purikura they took together, which Nanamin remembered, but Yoppi, unsurprisingly didn’t, but later screamed “YES YES YES I REMEMBER”, in fact it was supposedly Yoppi’s idea to take it as チーム西日本. But these three aren’t the only ones that had to finally leave their homes behind for their dreams. Their kouhais had to as well. And since there might never be a chance again for them to do so, they perform their next song.

M07. カケル×カケル（チーム西日本）

Source: 7日だけどあけおめ@まゆ

The HAIs and claps were INSANE. Everyone was SO HYPED. RGR’s best song… performed by WUG? Unheard of! Some people even yettaiga’d! It was awesome. Yoppi did Mocchi, Mayushii did Hayamari, and Nanamin did Acchan. It was pretty well thought out, leader did leader, centre did centre, and Nanami did Nanami lmao. At Night, some people did some gachikoi call during the opening instrumental which I couldn’t quite catch, but it was fucking awesome as well. Furicopied so hard, screamed so loud, and clapped excessively. I was dead by the end of it, and I’m sure everyone else was too.

"I'm no longer afraid."

After that energetic performance, Mayushii talks about how they always end up having to follow along with Yoppi’s antics, and sarcastically mentions how she’s everyone’s beloved leader. Yoppi butts in with an “of course I am”. They ask if we saw カケル×カケル coming and if we were surprised. No fucking shit we were god fuck that was amazing. Yoppi talks about how the lyrics of the song has elements that really speak to her and that she’s been wanting to perform it herself, so she took her chance and did so. They then cut into the reading live section, mentioning how this song talks about “home” a lot.

Yoppi: Everyone, welcome to Kumamoto! How did all of you get here? By plane? By train? By walking? Thank you all for coming, whether near or far. The story we are about to tell you is about three girls with hometowns, just like all of you.

Nanamin: Yoppi, who are you talking to?

Mayushii: Talking to yourself?

Nanamin: You’re always like that.

Yoppi: No I’m not. Anyway, the three of us, standing here like this, feels really nostalgic doesn’t it. Here in Haneda Airport.

Nanamin: I wonder if that restaurant is still there! The one we always went to!

Mayushii: That bibimbap place?

Nanamin: Yeah!

Mayushii: If I recall correctly, it was upstairs. I know the way without even looking at the map.

Nanamin: I know right?

Yoppi: We sure did go there often.

Nanamin: We’re here!

Mayushii: That was fast.

Yoppi: My favourite bibimbap is gone!

Mayushii: You’re right!

Nanamin: Eh? I wanted to eat that too…

Yoppi: That nostalgic taste… not being able to eat it again...

Mayushii: But that smaller sized regular bibimbap is still there.

Mayushii: I can’t believe it’s been this five years since then.

Nanamin: It feels like it was just the other day.

Yoppi: During our training camps, we would regularly do airport rushes!

Mayushii: We would often run down staircases carrying up our luggage.

Yoppi: Yeah! That really stressed my body out!

Nanamin: Running while screaming over how we won’t make it.

Yoppi: And didn’t we often study for our tests?

Mayushii: Yeah!

Nanamin: Yeah!

Mayushii: If you think about it, we were at that age when entrance exams were right around the corner. Our centre exams were at the exact same time too.

Yoppi: I’d read out questions to you too.

Mayushii: Yeah, you didn’t understand the questions but you’d read them out regardless.

Yoppi: Yeah. We’d even talk about our school teachers.

Mayushii: And often hearing complaints about teachers I don’t even know!

Yoppi: Yeah! Nanamin and Mayushii did this a lot.

Nanamin: Yoppi, you’d do it too! You’d often talk about your choir teacher!

Yoppi: No I didn’t! (Shut up, she’s here today)

Mayushii: She did.

Yoppi: And Mayushii, didn’t you often study in the plane too?

Mayushii: Yeah I did. I’d listen to music while doing so though.

Nanamin: Music?

Mayushii: Yeah, in-flight radio. The anisong section had a personality I really liked! Not to mention, i☆Ris songs would play sometimes too.

Yoppi: I used to listen to §Rainbow so much! I’m getting flashbacks from back then all of a sudden… YUU-CHAAAAN!

Mayushii: What about you Nanamin? Did you listen to anything while on the plane?

Nanamin: Hmm.. let me think…

Yoppi: It was quite a while ago.

Mayushii: She was probably asleep.

Yoppi: You’re right, this is Nanamin we’re talking about.

Nanamin: Oh yeah! Yuzu!

Mayushii: Oh, you were awake.

Nanamin: Is that so strange?!

Yoppi: Speaking of, who was it that-

Mayushii: Ah! The last flight to Kumamoto is leaving soon!

Yoppi: Eh?!

Nanamin: It’s already this late?

Mayushii: Yoshino, dash! Speaking of, I need to leave soon too.

Nanamin: Me too.

Mayushii: Let’s go.

Nanamin: Yeah.

Mayushii: Alright, see you next week!

Nanamin: See you Yoppi!

Yoppi: You guys too! Bye!

Yoppi: I separate with them at baggage checking. The sounds of the airplanes echoed quietly. I headed to the gate. Five years ago, the feelings I felt in this place, were happiness and confusion around finally being able to go home. What I feel in this place now, are happiness and loneliness. But strangely, despite that loneliness, I find myself smiling, and that’s probably because I realised I have a place to call home. Kumamoto, the place I was born and raised, the place my friends and family built for my heart to call home. While it feels like a far away place, under this vast blue sky that these airplanes fly, it’s in a very close place. I’m no longer afraid.

Nanamin and Mayushii leaves the stage, and Yoppi gets into position.

Yoshino's Letter

After that energetic performance, Yoppi talks about how in the Afternoon they did a reading live, but for Night, she wrote a letter to everyone, which she wrote at 3AM the night before. She’s super awkward before starting to read the letter and it’s so cute, you could tell she was really nervous.

With a slow, piano-only version of the Polaris instrumental playing in the background, Yoppi begins reciting her letter.

Everyone, how are you? I’m fine. The Kumamoto stop is finally here. My first gaisen (凱旋). Are you all enjoying it? Did you eat all the delicious food? Have you fallen in love with Kumamoto? This city that you all came to love, this city where I was born and raised...

I used to hate it.

I’m sure there are plenty of people that know about this. All the frustration that built up ever since I started these activities, all the way until I moved to Tokyo, I can still remember vividly. An everyday life of succumbing to unfairness, and most of it was because I lived in Kumamoto. I was always extremely busy back then, and I never noticed just how many people were working hard for me. The resentment just kept building up, and before I knew it, everytime I’d come back to Kumamoto Airport after work, “I’m back… again…” was all that would come to mind.

In front of WUGners, I always wanted to remain cheerful and fun. So, I would throw all my pointless frustrations at my mother, and made her shed plenty of tears. All that she would do for me, from driving me around, to the bento she would ready for me every morning. I would never thank her, and all that would come out of my mouth were curses. I caused her so much trouble.

I’m so sorry.

Present day, four years have passed since I moved to Tokyo. I can’t get used to it at all. I don’t know any good restaurants. The train system is extremely difficult. For that, I am so thankful for Kumamoto that not only do most train stations only have one platform, but that I know where to get the best monja, which I told everyone about, and I know where to get the best pasta too, but I’ll keep this one a secret. I think to myself that these things exist in Kumamoto, and it makes me glad.

The pointless feelings I held, the frustrations, disappeared as the pointless feelings they were. That was my move to Tokyo.

What should have been obvious was never obvious to me. I terribly regret having ever hated this place that was always by my side. I have a place to come back to, a HOME. I will never, ever forget that.

But that’s not all, I have another HOME that I hold dear to me, and that’s Wake Up, Girls! Nanase Yoshino, who helped fulfill the dream I’ve had since primary school. The members, who are not only my greatest rivals, but my greatest companions. The pleasant staff, who supported us to where we are today. And the greatest family one could ever wish for, WUGners. Thank you all for showing me sceneries I would have never been able to see on my own. Thank you for showing me so many different HOMEs. Thank you for raising me up to where I am now.

Thank you, so, so much.

I don't want to regret a single second until March. I want to show as much gratitude as my heart can handle. I hope that every moment we spend together can be like treasure to you.

If I write any further, I won’t have anything to say in the final MC.

Finally, thank you all for coming all the way to my beloved Kumamoto.

5th of January, 2019. Aoyama Yoshino.

Pin drop silence. Not a single light could be seen. Yoppi’s eyes were glistering with the tears she was holding back. Faint sobs could be heard from around the audience area, mine included.

After reading the letter, Yoppi tells us about how you should never hate your own home, and that we should hold dear everything that brought us to where we are now. She then introduces the next song, while expressing her gratitude.

I cried so much while she read the letter. While she writes about Kumamoto, it’s extremely similar to my hometown of Kagoshima, which is incidentally right next to Kumamoto, and it echoed in my heart so vibrantly. Every single word she said, I could relate to. Being able to stand in front of so many people, and even her own friends and family who were there as guests, and recite this letter, she really is a strong person. I respect her so much.

M08. わたしの樹

Source: お正月明けはよぴの日@かやたん (2019 01 06)

Yoppi sings alone in front of her mic. Visuals of Kumamoto play in the background. Rivers, birds, trees, temples, occassionally pictures of Yoppi herself. I couldn’t take it. People normally talk about how something “made them cry”, but they don’t actually cry, they teared up, or their heart felt heavy, feelings like that. But I actually cried. I don’t know how many years it’s been since I cried like this. I’m asthmatic, and I was actually having trouble breathing. Just thinking about how Yoppi is finally getting to sing Watashi no Ki, a song that she poured her love for Kumamoto and her childhood into, in Shimin Kaikan, a venue in Kumamoto where she holds so many memories, it must be overwhelming for her. She was tearing up as she sang it, and in the night session, she actually choked on her own words and started sobbing. It was actually so painful. I couldn’t hold back my tears at all. The screams from the crowd… 「頑張れ！」「よっぴー！」... everyone started waving their penlights blue as well. She quickly got a hold of herself, and continued singing, but stronger than any song I have ever heard her sing in my life. It was Yoppi at her maximum potential. I’m sobbing just typing this. The images are so vivid in my head. Blurry, but vivid. What I saw in that moment was an angel. An angel named Aoyama Yoshino, and it was at that moment that I realised, I am so glad to be born a Yoppi oshi. The clapping after that god tier performance only got louder and louder. That was the second longest applause at any WUG venue I’ve been to, only topped by Morioka’s special corner.

V01. INTERLUDE

A slower, lighter version of the TUNAGO instrumental played while they showed pictures of Yoppi. From her childhood, all the way to her time in WUG. Pictures of her as a baby, pictures of her school life, pictures of her performances from when she was younger, off shots of pictures she’s posted on her blog, off shots from WUG events, all pictures we have never ever seen before. After that, handwritten messages from each member to Yoppi were shown. I don’t remember the details, but they were from heart to heart and it was beautiful.

The screen goes blank, and they come back on stage wearing the new Memorial outfit.

M09. HIGAWARI PRINCESS (PRINCESS Yoshino ver.)

They changed up this song completely! They use umbrellas instead, with the princess umbrella being pink with a golden rod while everyone else’s were white. The dance was changed as well to match this. Parts where they would pass the stick around turned into them passing the umbrella around while the princess walked under it with the current holder. It felt so fresh, and I’m so glad I got to see Princess Yoshino one last time. Also, at Night, she shouts “みんな、笑って！” to get everyone to smile because everyone was soaked in tears after that special corner. I thought that was really nice of her. God bless her.

M10. 16歳のアガペー

THE SCREAMS WHEN THIS SONG CAME OUT. This is one of my favourite WUG songs. Holy shit, screaming YOPPPPIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII at Kumamoto felt SO BLOODY GOOD. What’s cool was that a lot of people read between the lines and screamed Yoppi too even if she weren’t their oshi, which was extremely thoughtful. I can’t say this enough but god bless WUGners. I furicopied like there was no tomorrow and even did all the spins. At Night, there was an Aichanfag that screamed AICHAAAAN during her solo, but we’re used to that at this point.

MC4. New Outfit, New Song

They talk about their outfit and how while we’ve seen it before but this is the first time they’re showing it to everyone. Everyone screams for them to spin. In the Afternoon, Myu takes one for the team and does her ballet spin for us. She then mentions how she is the princess for the day to which Yoppi gets angry and calls her names, to which Myu responds with “I don’t want my princess status stolen by anyone else” in the most ojousama voice she can put out. After that exchange, Mayushii starts shilling some other event goods, and then starts explaining the outfit and MEMORIAL. She talks about how there are four new songs each by a different composer from MONACA and that they will be performing one of those for us today. Yoppi then tells us to try and guess who the composer is.

And the name of the song is...

M11. 言葉の結晶

Source: お正月明けはよぴの日@かやたん

In the Afternoon, there was a group of Monaca oshis sitting by us, and as soon as the first beat dropped, one of them screamed “恵一！！！” which was fucking hilarious. How the hell did they know with that little information? Regardless, this song, the entire performance was amazing. It was so different from anything WUG has ever done before. The song had so many elements that just make you go holy shit, and the dance seemed so sophisticated it’s surprising how they managed to pull off dancing the entire thing while singing. It really felt like this was the product of six years of their hard work, and to think this is the first song they unveil. How mind blowing will the next three be?! I’m not going to explain anything else about the song in case people don’t want to be spoilt. The one complaint I have is that during the instrumental part everyone at the back starts clapping which was pretty annoying when I’m trying to enjoy the new song. A lot of other people feel the same way, including Minyami.

MC5. Last Spurt

They ask us how the new song is, to which everyone responds with loud screams of approval. They talk about how difficult the song is, and how it’s much much harder than any other song they’ve ever done. They then tell us that this song was composed by Hirokawa Keiichi, and the group of Monaca oshis sat near us screamed because they were right lmao.

Mayushii then tells us that it’s now time for the last spurt, and that it’s going to be a hell of a ride.

M12. Beyond the Bottom

I’m sure you all know this but this is my favourite WUG song. The lyrics strike my heart so hard and everytime I see this song live I just can’t wave my penlight. I can’t help but stand there and gaze at them, appreciating their powerful voices and goddess tier performance. Also, I never had the chance to talk about this so I’ll talk about it now. The dance for this song has a lot of elements of them “pulling each other up”. I don’t really know how to explain because I’m not very familiar with storytelling through dance, but the biggest example is when they sing “change your mind, my friend”, the six members singing behind the one singing that line stand diagonally two by two and pull each other to each others positions. I feel like the diagonality expresses vertical positioning, one being on top of the other, and them pulling each other to each others position symbolises how they sacrifice each other to pull the other up. I think it’s really cool, and I’ll think about talking about the song lyrics and dance in more detail some other time.

M13. タチアガレ！

It’s tachiagare. It’s been performed so much and everyone and their mom has seen it there’s nothing to talk about, other than the fact that Yoppi’s solo felt a lot more powerful than usual.

M14. TUNAGO

You wouldn’t think that a slow song like this would be performed after the likes of Beyond the Bottom and タチアガレ. But believe me when I tell you that this song is just as powerful, at least from the context of a WUGner. Although TUNAGO was the theme for 4th Live Tour and the Solo Event Tour, I think it was extremely fitting for today too. In this Final Tour, we’re connecting each member’s roots together, and carving the path to SSA. It was extremely apt for them to perform this song at Kumamoto, which serves as an important point for this tour, being the first stop of Part III, as well as Yoppi herself, as the path she’s walked for the past six years has finally connected and materialised itself to her first performance in her hometown as WUG, and that while it may be the final tour, it’s only the beginning of her story.

Also, I can’t believe I remembered the steps of the「手を繋ごう」part. I haven’t seen this song since… WUG 4th Omiya I think, which was the first proper WUG live I’ve been to. Memories from those times flashed in my head and it just felt really emotional.

After they performed TUNAGO, they said their thanks, and left the stage. Wait! I didn’t get my moneys worth yet! WAKE UP, GIRLS! WAKE UP, GIRLS! WAKE UP, GIRLS!

ENCORE

After what feels like hours of chanting “WAKE UP, GIRLS!”, they finally come back on stage. This time wearing the awesome KADODE shirts with the lovely SHIFT skirts.

E01. Polaris

I was wondering why they didn’t perform this. So glad they it happened in the encore. Sitting so close to the stage, I could clearly see Mayushii’s face light up like the stars of Polaris when everyone switches their penlight to red during her solo. Yoppi also gave my renban and I a LOT of responses during this song in both afternoon and night.

E02. 地下鉄ラビリンス

FINALLY. THIS SONG IS SOOOOO FUN. WE SCREAMED SOOOO HARD. THE UH HAIS WERE INSANE. Fun fact, during the 「ぜん��んぜん　乗りこめないよ」 part, a lot of people screamed 「オレモー！」 because it was a running meme that day over how many people missed their flights and a couple of people actually spent upwards of 70k yen just to get flights on day to make it to the live. In the middle of the song, Aichan, Myu, and Mayushii legit RUN to the second floor, while the remaining four stay on stage and do call and response for the “rap” part. They said the line, and we repeat the line. It was super fun! After that, the remaining four also walk past the aisles. This is where I got what is probably one of my best responses ever. I was sixth row aisle seat for Night, and thanks to whatever stroke of luck, Yoppi passed by that aisle. She spotted me, waved towards me from the fourth row, kept waving at me, and at sixth row she waved at me from literally 5 cm away, and kept waving at me until the seventh row, after which she gave other people waves. I got the longest wave ever, holy shit. My renban was so frustrated he wanted to switch places with me for when they walk back. Yoppi didn’t even look at him! GET FUCKED IDIOT. Yappari Yoppi loves me.

MC5. Final Messages (Afternoon)

Source: 夢だね(虎>ω<)美海 (2019 01 09)

They talked about 地下鉄ラビリンス and then shilled some announcements, and continued on to their final messages one by one.

Myu talks about how it was her first time on the second floor during this tour, and how even people not her oshis changed their penlight colour to orange for her, and that made her really happy. While she talks about how the entire year of 2018 she spent thinking about WUG and WUGners, someone from the audience screams オレモー！ to which she responds wiith オレモ and continues to talk about how she’s so glad that she was able to come to Kumamoto.

Nanamin talks about how the little things that make her realise she’s in Kumamoto, like the changes in dialect, help her enjoy Kumamoto a lot. She talks about how performing songs like Kotonoha Aoba, TUNAGO, and HIGAWARI PRINCESS in Kumamoto made her happy considering the fact that those were songs that were mainly based in Tohoku but they were able to connect (繋ぐ) those songs together all the way to Kumamoto, and make tons of new memories.

Minyami talks about how she can’t believe it’s already 2019, and how during the new years vacation they didn’t do any practice and instead everyone (almost) went back to their hometowns, and Yoppi bothered her at her home, and how when they thought about how WUGners will be going all the way to Kumamoto while thinking about WUG in their respective homes made them feel really glad. She then casually mentions how the number of people in blue were a lot more than usual (you’re damn right they were), to which Yoppi responds with “you don’t know that, maybe they’re wearing the 継続して欲しいにゃん shirts” (which was actually true). She then finishes with how it’s their first time in Kumamoto and how warm Yoppi’s home is.

Mayushii talks about how Part III has finally begun, and that the theme of the live is to get people to feel what HOME is like, and especially Kumamoto, where the corners were thought up by Yoppi and you can feel Yoppi’s love towards her home a lot. She then talks about how WUG might be based in Sendai, each part of the FINAL TOUR is in various different places, and they want these places to all feel like they’re our homes as we go to each stop.

Aichan talks about how it’s her first time in Kumamoto, and that while she lived in Sendai, she always thought of Kumamoto as an extremely far away place. Now that she’s finally here, she feels like it’s a lot closer than she thought and that she was able to understand that there’s lots of things that she can do for the place, and even though she’s physically far away, everyone’s hearts are still connected. She finishes by expressing how glad she is that her first experience in Kumamoto was with WUGners.

Kayatan talks about how Yoppi was originally the one to bring up the idea of going to everyone’s hometowns for a tour. In response, Yoppi tilts her head, making Kaya go “right?”. Yoppi then finally remembers and mentions how long of a time ago that was. Kayatan then talks about how when Yoppi came to Iwate for the Morioka live, she was really happy over how Yoppi experienced Iwate a lot, and because of that she was determined to experience Kumamoto to its fullest when she’s finally here. She then talks about the reason that she’s able to work so hard today was not only thanks to WUGners, but thanks to Yoppi as well.

Yoppi talks about how everyone says such nice things and how happy she is over that. She talks about how the moment she joined WUG she’s wanted to perform with everyone at Kumamoto, and how the earthquake that happened two years ago made her feel even stronger about this. She wants the context of WUG to not be exclusive to Tohoku, but rather it should be spread to all sorts of different places, and so being able to perform so many different WUG songs in Kumamoto makes her extremely happy, and how glad she is that one of her biggest dreams have finally been fulfilled. She then expresses her surprise that she is standing in 市民会館. She talks about how this was the place she performed a really mundane role in some random music concour during her primary school. She talks about how surprised she is over it and how when she was told that they were gunna perform at Kumamoto she imagined it would be a much smaller venue and had all these different halls in mind that she would love to go to but when she was told it would be 市民会館 her jaws literally dropped. She believed that there was no way that it would be full but WUGners proved her wrong. She expressed her thanks, and then mentions how there is still one more wish she wanted granted. What brought her to where she is today, is choir, and that she wants to perform a choir with everyone. She throws a tantrum over it and everyone responds with “really? Do we really have to?” and casually gets into formation. They then perform that one song they didn’t perform despite having worn the outfit, in acapella.

E03. 恋？で愛？で暴君です！（合唱）

It was BEAUTIFUL. It was only the chorus part that was performed, but it was so mindblowingly amazing I wish they performed it in full. I really wish I had the linguistic ability to describe it to you but it’s impossible to put into words. They really are talented.

Yoppi then talks about how happy she is that her dream was finally fulfilled and it gave her a huge smile on her face. Wait, smile? SMILE?! IT’S HERE.

MC5. Final Messages (Night)

They talked about 地下鉄ラビリンス and then shilled some announcements. They announce the title of their Final live, 「想い出のパレード」, and talk about how they thought of the title together during their uchiage and it really made them think about how difficult of a language Japanese is, and how they looked up all sorts of different kanjis and turned into chuunis. After this, they continued on to their final messages one by one.

Myu talks about how this Kumamoto live ended up a huge success thanks to Yoppi’s hard work. How Yoppi can honestly express herself from the bottom of her heart really made her believe that Yoppi truly is the leader of WUG. She then talks about how difficult the new song is to perform but be prepared for there are three more new songs and they fully convey how much WUG has grown as a unit.

Nanamin talks about how she cried listening to Yoppi recite her letter, and during わたしの樹 when all seven of them sing at the end, she cried so much that she lost her sight (I was too focused on Yoppi to even notice this orz). Listening to Yoppi talk about her mother, she remembered how much she wants to see her own mother and talk to her about today. While Yoppi might be the leader of 底辺ズ, if Yoppi were really 底辺 she wouldn’t be a part of 底辺ズ, and that they aren’t really 底辺ズ! (This made so little sense we were all laughing so hard). Myu then mentions how Nanamin called Yoppi haphazard (行き当たりばったり) in her message during the interlude, to which Nanamin added that if anything that’s Yoppi’s strong point. Finally, she says that thanks to today she was reminded of how much she loves Yoppi.

Minyami starts by talking about how she wants to talk about Yoppi but if she did she’d end up in tears. In fact, she was already about to bawl as she said that. Yoppi also makes a crying face at her, and they both start crying while looking at each other. Minyami says she really wants to talk about her, to which Yoppi responds with a go ahead. According to Minyami, people that can speak their weaknesses are really strong, which is why she thinks that Yoppi is really strong. Being able to recite that letter and even going as far as to telling everyone about her nightmare where she gets boo’d by everyone, Yoppi just blurts out all of that. But if it were Minyami, she would never do it. Yoppi being able to speak her heart like that really makes Minyami glad that she’s the leader. She then talks about how Minyami’s mother is in the audience right now and she’s probably crying as well. Her mother always said that she wanted to go to a live outside of Kanto after seeing everyone elses mothers come from all over Japan to see their daughters perform in Kanto, so she went out of her way to come to Kumamoto. She talks about how being able to feel family ties like that is all thanks to Yoppi, and the fact that so many people came all the way to Kumamoto to see them perform is thanks to Yoppi as well.

Mayushii talks about how after hearing everyone else talk about Yoppi, it made her want to talk about her too, but she won’t, because it would end up really long. Yoppi sarcastically mentions to her that there’s time, so she does anyway. She talks about how Yoppi has troubled her quite a lot, but it’s only because Yoppi trusts her a lot. She talks about how Yoppi always talks about how much she doesn’t understand herself, but she’s probably the one that understands herself the best. She’s able to turn all her weaknesses into weapons, but she does it all unconciously, and how unfair that is. She talks about how close to a miracle it is that she’s able to do these things and get people to follow along with her, and that their trusts and bonds were built thanks to Yoppi in a way as well. So while everyone makes fun of her by calling her a klutz, she;s still the leader. She then says she’ll talk about her more later. Finally, she says that the 門 (gate) of 門出 (kadode) is not a gateway to the end, but rather a doorway to new beginnings.

Aichan talks about how she’s glad that her first live, and first job of 2019 was at Kumamoto. She talks how she learnt a lot from Yoppi today, that you only realise the good things about your hometown after you leave. She also talks about how when Yoppi was talking about her negatives, Aichan thought about how she would never say it like she did. She talks about how it’s difficult for anyone to talk about their weaknesses, and that Yoppi is really strong for being able to do that and that everyone is following her as a leader because of this. (I’m going to be honest, it really felt like Aichan was pulling this shit out of her ass, I felt no love in it and I have no idea why. For one though, Aichan didn’t look at Yoppi once while she was talking about her. It’s just so weird…)

Kayatan starts puzzled as to what about Yoppi she should talk about, and that there’s so much she wants to talk about and she wants to talk about it with Yoppi herself. She then talks to Yoppi about how back then she would often share hotel rooms but recently because they’re all in single rooms now they haven’t really had deep conversations much. She talks about how she was able to feel Yoppi a lot today, and how because Yoppi was the leader, she never had to work as much (sarcastically). Minyami then reminds her that during the first couple of days as WUG, for a very short period of time Kaya was made the interim leader, after which Kaya adds that that position was taken away by Yoppi (sarcastically). She makes fun of Yoppi a lot like this, and then talked about all of the good qualities Yoppi has that makes her a great leader.

Finally, Yoppi. Thanks to Animate Times, the (partial) transcription of Yoppis final MC is documented, so I’ll just translate that while adding the extra undocumented stuff in. Before she started talking though, Mayushii forcefully brought Yoppi to the centre of the stage.

Did you all have fun at my hometown of Kumamoto? Your’re all so loud! Everyone’s so wonderful, they say so much nice stuff about me, but it’s not true. I just can’t hide anything! Whatever it may be about, I want everyone to hear it. But, despite that, there’s still a feeling behind my head of not wanting to say anything (laughs). There hasn’t been any recently, but during watashikais and stuff the more you oshi me the colder my behaviour will be towards you (which explains EVERYTHING, Yoppi never hated me feelsgoodman). Everyone was being tested!

But today, I wanted to properly convey my feelings, which is why I wrote that letter. During the first 2~3 years as WUG, I would always think to myself that I will never come back to Kumamoto. I always regretted being born here, and I would even attack my mother asking her why she would birth me here, and thinking about it now I regret it a lot. But, after leaving Kumamoto did I realise how warm everyone was, and how pointless of a thing I’ve done. I want all of you to feel the warmth of Kumamoto, and impart it to future generations.

I’m! So glad to have met all of you! (audience screams オレモー) You all say such nice stuff to me but I too have something I want to say (言いたいことがあるんだよ)! 好き好き大好きめっちゃ好き! (Yeah, she said めっちゃ instead of やっぱ lol)

Standing here, I am reminded of my childhood when I was chasing my dreams, and finally having my dreams fulfilled, standing here with the members that I love, and the staff that are sobbing at the back there, turn the audience lights on! I can’t see everyone’s faces! (apparently according to some people on twitter the staff were laughing their ass off when this happened) Being surrounded by so many people and having my dreams fulfilled, I am extremely extremely happy!

Part III has finally begun, and we’ll be going at it with all our hearts, so everyone! Please live!!! Thank you all so much for today!

She then remembers that she forgot to talk about something, and starts talking about how this hall is a 聖地 to her, and that if this place didn’t exist she would never have been able to become a seiyuu, which is why she wants to fulfill her final dream of doing a choir with everyone here. They repeat the Afternoon process of exchanging words of unmotivation but ultimately get into position and start singing.

E03. 言の葉青葉（合唱）

This brought back memories of the special corner at Morioka. It was so beautiful. I’m glad they picked this song, as it means so much as a WUGner, and it means so much to them as WUG too. As they said during their MC, being able to take all these songs that were originally written with Tohoku in mind, and bring it to such far away places and still be able to increase its sentimental value is an extremely wonderful thing. Thank you, WUG.

After this Yoppi talks about how glad she is that she could finally sing this song, as a choir, at Kumamoto, and it put a huge smile on her face. Wait… smile? Masaka...

E04. 笑顔！極上！スマイル！

NANDAKA CHIGAU

SHAAAAASHIIIIN

TEEEE MITAAAAAAA

SHIMAUUUUUUU

NATTAYOOOOOO

TAIGA FAIYA SAIBA FAIBA DAIBA BAIBA JAAAA JAAA

HOUSAKU HOUSAKU

HIIIIIROI

SUUUUGOOOI

NIII KITEEEE

KITE NEEEE

TORA HI JINZOU SENI AMA SHINDOU KASEEEEEN

*fast claps*

They say their thanks, Nanamin waves at me in the Afternoon, and they leave the stage. At Night, before leaving, Mayushii says that Osaka’s next, and asks if everyone is ready. As someone not going to Osaka, I remained quiet as everyone around me screamed. FeelsBadMan.

V02. Post-Live Video Message

With a music box version of Kotoba no Kesshou playing in the background, a small video message from WUG played. In Afternoon, it was them saying how their gunna put in their all for Night, and at Night it was them thanking everyone for coming to Kumamoto, and since Osaka is next, everyone should get ready.

After the live was over and everyone was getting their stuff ready, I screamed with all my heart.

「公式さん！WUG熊本公演！開催してくれて！ありがとう！」

「よっぴー推しに生まれて良かった！」

Everyone screamed, and a lot of people screamed back 「オレモー！」which was awesome. A lot of people screamed 「WUG最高！」 afterwards too and every time someone screamed the crowd roared. We found our way out of the hall, back into reality.

And that was the end. Thank you WUG. Thank you Yoppi. Thank you for showing me what is most likely the most beautiful stage I will ever see in my life. I will never forget this day. 5th of January 2019 will forever be marked on my calendar as the turning point of my life. I’m so glad to be born a Yoppi oshi. I have been saying since the end of November that now is the best time to be a Yoppi oshi, and this live only further strengthened my opinion. I can’t wait to be back in Kumamoto, and I hope the next time I’m back it’s for Yoppi Solo Live. I will always, always support you Yoppi. You’re the only one that matters. Ganbappe!

POST-LIVE BLOGS

Nanami

Firstly, I want to say my thanks for Kumamoto ☆

Yoppi, Mayushii, and me, the three of us Team Nishi Nihon performed Kakeru x Kakeru!

Ranga-chaaaan...!

Our debut felt exactly like the lyrics of this song…

But honestly, this song reminds me less of our past time, but makes us think about the present and what’s to come

It makes me feel sympathy, that’s the kind of lyrics they are （´-`）.｡oO

I wonder if Ranga-chan feels the same way??

Everytime I listen to this song I feel like hugging Ranga-chan with all my heart!

That’s the kind of song Kakeru x Kakeru is to me (*^^*)

The reading live written by Mayushii is our story from 5, 6 years ago.

We would go to Tokyo every week by plane, and we would always head to Haneda Airport together on our way back.

Since we’ve all moved to Tokyo now, it felt really nostalgic and that made me happy! ◎

WUG based in Tohoku, and the three of us from West Japan ^^

Kumamoto, Tokushima, and Osaka tomorrow as well

With the three of us, I’m sure we can bring WUG to West Japan with all our hearts!!

And that makes me really proud （＾ν＾）

Source: 大阪行き新幹線Nanaminn

Kaya

And the first event of 2019 was, WUG Tour Kumamoto!

It’s been a while since we last wore the Boukun outfit!

Also, we wore the new outfit that is being used in the cover art of our Best album that comes out on the 23rd of January for the first time ♪

How was it?

It uses a lot of lace and it’s so cute 💕

Patches and chokers too 💕

With that said, Kumamoto is our leader Aoyama Yoshino’s hometown ☆

She would always talk about how much she wants to go to Kumamoto with everyone! ♪

Her feeling of wanting to make it a success really echoed within us, and made me want to be as supportive as possible.

Everytime I sing the「祈り捧げるよ」part of BTB, what I’m thinking at that moment is different, but today, I prayed for Yoppi, who moved to Tokyo all the way from Kumamoto and is working hard everyday, to have all her future dreams come true ☆

There are people that are already working despite it being right after New Year’s, but came today instead of resting a little bit more!

Everyone, thank you so much!

Yoppi, otsukaresama! ☆

Source: お正月明けはよぴの日@かやたん

Yoshino

Ohayoppi---! It’s me, Aoyama Yoshino. How are you all? Tokyo’s really cold today!

This time, there only one thing I want to talk about! Den! HOME Tour Part 3 KAKODE has finally started!! Den! And the first stop, Kumamoto is finally done~~!!! Including the preparation period, I was sooooo nervous. Thanks to that, I see such weird first dreams. Lmao. But thanks to all of you! It was a success!!! Yay!!! 🎉🎉🎉

It’s finally calmed down a bit so I can write down my thoughts, but just the thought of everyone walking the streets of Kumamoto has me all excited! It makes me want to boast about everything I saw, and I’m sure Kumamoto WUGners feel the same way! ☺️☺️

Things I never would have guessed leaving an impression on people, makes me so glad 🙆‍♀

Something as normal as the taste of dagojiru, which is as normal as that feeling of entering your bed when you’re sleepy. It made me so surprised.

And this! Everyone was wondering what this was at the conbini and it made me so surprised. Is this only sold in Kumamoto? They show that Rakunou Mothers commercial so often on TV!

(Sorry for the sudden selfie)

And with that came the Kumamoto live! 🐻 Since the setlist is a secret for now, I’ll talk about the special corner.

In Kumamoto, Yoppi, Nanamin, and Mayushii formed チーム西日本 (Team West Japan) and covered カケル×カケル by our kouhai unit, Run Girls, Run! Ever since I head this song for the first time, I’ve been wanting to sing it in West Japan. I did the Mocchi part, since we’re both the leader~~◎ There’s a uniqueness to her singing and I love it. Fufu.

We might not be able to meet for some time

I hold my empty hands tight saying

Wait for me, don’t forget me

These lyrics pierced straight into my heart.

After that, in the afternoon we did a チーム西日本 reading live written by Mayushii, and at night I read everyone a letter.

After which, I sang my solo song わたしの樹, which was written with my hometown in mind.

I am glad to have been able to sing this song at Kumamoto.

I am so glad to have been able to sing it as all seven of us.

WUG-chan all talked about how I’m so strong, but in reality I am so weak, but being able to turn these weaknesses into a weapon was all thanks to WUG. On the other hand, everyone being able to hide their weaknesses is stronger! It’s wonderful!!

I am always of no help to anyone, I really am haphazard, I leave my actions to my emotions, and whatever I can’t do I immediately pass to someone else.

But, I was able to grow stronger thanks to WUG! Thank you for making me stronger.

はーーー好き。好き大好きやっぱ好き。

まじでわたしが生まれた理��みんなに出会うためなんだよなあ…？

俺と一緒に人生歩…んでるんだよなあ…？はぁ運命。

(Yoppi doing gachikoi, talking about how she loves everyone and the reason she was born was to meet everyone, and that she wants to walk her life with every- wait, she already is, and it’s fate.)

All of our feelings will be conveyed during this tour! Get ready!

And then, our new song 「言葉の結晶」

P-Professor Hirokawa~~~ Explosion~~~~!!!! The deeper you read into Tadano-sensei’s lyrics, the more complex it gets, but it’s the truth. It was the first time in my life having to erase my feelings and record and perform like this. This song has a lot of messages, and I want to do my best and improve the performance for this song until I’m happy with it.

There is a short version uploaded right now, but please listen to the full version! Although, currently you can only hear the full version at a live!!!!! ◎

Also, this time, I called all my elementary, middle, and high school friends. What all these friends have in common, is that they supported me in fulfilling my dream, and I’m so glad I was able to finally show them that my dream was fulfilled! This was how I showed my gratitude.

The person that wrote the final message in the background video for わたしの樹 came too! 😭✨ I cried so much… I layed down and cried lol.

Kumamoto ended with the staff, and me, crying our hearts out. A lot of things that could only have been done in Kumamoto have been fulfilled, and it was all thanks to everyone!!! Thank you so much!!!

After that, we did an uchiage with all the staff and the members. Everyone kept saying: basashi is great, karashi renkon is great, taipien is great, amakusa daio is great, akagyu is great… they kept saying how tasty all of Kumamoto’s cuisine were and seeing that made me sooooo happy!! I had a huge smile on my face that screamed “Right? Right? Eat more!”, and I probably said that out loud too lol.

Seeing WUG-chan eat like this after so long made me so happy!

Did you all get to eat good food too? Did you all have fun?

I’m so proud, to have been born here, and be able to meet all of you. I’m glad.

Source: 今週の総括・*・:≡( ε:)よぴ237。

#wug #wake up girls #wake up girls!#aoyama yoshino #yoshino aoyama #yoppi #yopipi #yopichan #yoshino ni sasageru yoppaiga #yoppai #wug final #why am I still depressed #wug loss

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The seventh part of my story uwu

Not much happens, but some stuff happens and is bound to happen. Either way, I hope this is good

@grotesquegabby Because some of yours are briefly in this

Part Six /// Part Eight

“So tell me, how did you do it?”

“Do what?”

“How did you get inside Ula?”

Through town drove a car containing two riders that, to their own surprise, held a casual conversation, let alone a conversation. However, there proved to be a sense of awkwardness in the atmosphere inside, the two not being able to look each other in the pink eye.

“You remember the time you opened her back?” Cantarella asked before lifting on of ‘her’ hands, picking at the long nails. “I used that.”

“Hm? How so?”

“When I met her I checked her up and saw that she had a few bits of your blood, or James’ technically. Your hand must have been cut so when you dug it into her back, the blood went into her. I first used that to my advantage to give her the weird dreams with James.”

“Dreams? As in, nightmares?”

“No, no nightmares. Ula has longed to have a biological father and well, I gave her just that in dreamland. But then one day I took James down and extracted a healthy amount of his blood, and there was a night where Ula was all alone, so I took the chance to rip open her back and give her James’ blood. So basically, she’s finally a daddy’s little girl. She now has more physical features like his.” Cantarella shrugged before finally turning to Ryder as the car stopped, and he finally turned to look at her. “It was easy to go into her because of the blood link all four of us share. You and James share blood like brothers, so me and her share blood like cousins.”

“That is a rather interesting method.” Ryder gave a nod as he felt some impress, then turning back to the front. “Anyways, we’re here.”

“Here?” Cantarella also looked to the front, raising an eyebrow as she spotted the woods in front of the car. “Why are we back?”

“There’s somebody else Missy wants.” Ryder explained as he and the girl got out of the car to walk and stand in the space in between it and the array of trees. “Should be near the area where you got me and Missy, I remember the spot. It’s almost like it happened yesterday, isn’t that right Jamie?”

…

“Looks like he finally shut his mouth.” Ryder fixed his tie before he began walking. “Let’s go.”

His eyes now had swirls in them as his entire figure turned a dark blue, horns and other sharp shapes protruded from his body as he grew and turned into his shadow form.

Cantarella followed suit, then watching as Ryder dashed away. She ran right behind him, both crawling through the woods as quickly as possible until the smaller shadow skidded to a stop so that she would not crash into her father who had stopped abruptly.

“Is this it?”

“Yes.” Ryder felt the soil with his claws before dragging a single one that he then plunged into the ground. He retracted the claw soon after as his daughter intently watched the scene unfold.

“Is this other one, dead?”

“Yes.”

“I thought you couldn’t bring people back.”

“I can’t, but Risus temporarily granted me the ability to do so.” Ryder explained as he backed away from the spot he originally stood on, Cantarella following again before from the ground burst a hand that made her slightly jump back.

“Oh, I see who it is now.” the smaller shadow watched as another arm followed, both limbs pulling up a body as the next thing that popped out was a mask over a face. “Why her?”

“Ask Missy, I don’t give a shit about this one.”

Both of the shadows crouched down as their palms touched the ground, watching the sight that was another clown who emerged from beneath the ground. The clown now stood above it, scanning the area behind the mask she wore until her sight was on the shadows.

“Ryder?”

“Evie.”

The two stared at each other for a moment before the woman launched herself onto Ryder, hands clasped around his throat as she squeezed.

“You motherfucker! You let that coward James kill me! I’ll kill you, you bastard!”

“Let, go!” Ryder choked out before he grabbed Evie, pulling her away in a swift movement as she attempted to claw at him. “I never-”

“Can do the of you quit the quarreling and let us get down to business?” Cantarella interrupted the bickering before the two turned to her.

“Who is that, exactly?” Evie grabbed Ryder’s claws and pulled them away so that she would be dropped down. “I thought you had killed the rest of your kind and that you were the only one that remains.”

“I did but...I made this one.” Ryder muttered out before shifting back into James, Evie looking the other shadow over.

“You fucked the fish?”

“He wishes he had.” Cantarella rolled her eyes before shifting back into Ula, making Evie tense up at the sight. “I’m your half sister.”

“I don’t remember Missy having made Ula.”

“Because I’m not Ula, my name is Cantarella and I’ve taken over her body like Ryder with James.” the girl explained before turning to Ryder. “Not only is Ryder my father, but Missy my mother.”

“Did you fuck my mom!?” Evie exclaimed at Ryder who grit his teeth and clenched his fists.

“I’d rather not talk about it.”

“With James and Ula’s bodies here, where are they?”

“James is still here, aren’t you Mr. Mendax?” Cantarella turned to look at Ryder with a smirk. “Ula is off in dreamland. If I get out, she’ll wake up and we’ll be screwed.”

“And the fish?”

“The fish?”

“Jelly. Where is she.” Evie repeated before Ryder gave a bit of a chuckle.

“Well…”

_____________

“Unsurprisingly, I’m fucking tired.”

“I can tell.” Lennie chuckled to himself as he sat on his and Jelly’s bed, the latter removing her high heels which were thrown into the closet.

“How are you feeling though?” Jelly then sat at the end of the bed as she ran her hands through her hair.

“A little tired.” Lennie shrugged as he also slipped off his shoes, then feeling the bed sink near him as Jelly crawled towards him.

“Just a little?”

“I guess.” he replied, feeling as Jelly removed his bowtie to then unbutton the top of his shirt since he had already removed his coat, vest and gloves. “Why?”

“I dunno.” Jelly now shrugged, leaning in to press her lips onto Lennie’s. “Despite being tired, I don’t want to go to sleep just yet.”

“Oh?”

“Everything is ready for me to go to the airport.” Jelly mumbled as she kissed Lennie’s jaw, trailing down to his neck. “Lennie.”

“Y-yeah?”

“Do you want to play a game?~” Jelly whispered against Lennie’s neck, making his cheeks heat up as he felt her lips on his neck again, just as one of her hands squeezed his thigh. “The kids are asleep and Ula’s not getting here until much later.”

“You-you’re not-”

Lennie then stopped himself from letting out anymore sounds by biting his lip, Jelly’s hand now having gone somewhere else. However, before the couple could go any further, they heard soft knocking on their door which made Jelly remove herself and lay down next to Lennie who had to pant for a bit.

“Yes?”

“Where’s Ula?” Davey’s voice came as the bedroom door opened, revealing him and an equally as exhausted Cordelia.

“She’s with Schrader right now.” Jelly told them as she got off the bed, approaching the siblings who looked up at her. “And you two should be in bed now.”

“We were just wondering where Ula had gone off to.” Cordelia rubbed her eyes.

“Well, now you know. Say goodnight to your dad, I’ll tuck you into bed now.” Jelly ushered the two after they had said their goodnights to Lennie.

“Okay Cordie, you first.” the three walked into Cordelia’s room where she climbed into bed, Jelly tucking her in before placing a kiss on her forehead. “Good night my little mermaid.”

“Good night mom.”

“Come on Davey.” Jelly lead her son out, Cordelia watching as her door shut before turning in bed to look towards the side where her window was.

Never noticing the pink eyes that immediately disappeared.

“Do you have any idea where Ula and Schrader may have gone off to?” Jelly asked as she fixed Davey’s blankets, then bringing a plush shark to him which he hugged.

“I suppose to get her gift from him.” Davey answered as Jelly sat beside him, stroking his hair that was then moved away from his face. “If so, they would have gone to the garage.”

“Garage?” Jelly furrowed her eyebrows. “It wouldn’t happen to be a…”

Davey then gave a shrug, a soft smile on his features as his mother leaned down to kiss his forehead.

“Well, whatever it is, I hope Ula likes it.”

“ think she will.” Davey commented, feeling as his mother fluffed up his pillow before turning off his light. “Good night mom.”

“Good night Davey.” Jelly whispered before closing his door and walking back to her room where Lennie lay in bed with a book.

“How are they?”

“Pretty sure once I closed each of their doors, went out like a light.” Jelly sat next to Lennie as she messed up her already messy hair. “Can you unzip me please?”

“Sure thing.” Lennie set down his book before going behind Jelly, bringing down her zipper before helping her lower her gown. “Are you going to shower?”

“Yes, especially with this blood on me.” Jelly gave a chuckle as she stood up to let the dress fall, but she soon gave a frown. “Speaking of blood, I am still so angry about the bucket thing. That wasn’t planned.”

“I know, but Ula seemed to have really enjoyed it.” Lennie shrugged, watching as Jelly walked towards the bathroom but not before she turned to give him a look. “Jelly-Bean.”

“I know.” Jelly stuck out her tongue before closing the door behind her. “ I’ll be out in a bit, then maybe I'll leave in an hour.

“Okay.”

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An hour later, Jelly was in bed as she was on top of Lennie. The latter slightly chuckled to himself as kisses were being peppered all over him.

“I’m sorry Lennie, but we won’t be seeing each other for a while.” Jelly giggled as she continued kissing him, then rubbing her nose on his. “I’m going to miss you and the kids.”

“We’re going to miss you too.” Lennie kissed one of her hands. “But we’ll see you again on Tuesday.”

“That’s true, just don’t make a mess while I’m gone.” Jelly kissed Lennie’s nose. “I’m gonna be so tired when I come back.”

“Don’t worry about it.”

“Okay, if you say so.” Jelly placed one last kiss on Lennie’s lips, remaining that way for a while before finally pulling away. “I’ll be going now.

“Okay.” Lennie watched his wife grabbed her things after having slipped on a jacket. “Be safe.”

“You too. I’ll try to call you when I get there, and I’ll call Ula too to explain why I left before she got back.” Jelly smiled before she and Lennie waved at each other. “Good night.”

“Good night.”

“Sweet dreams.” she finally spoke before shutting the bedroom door behind her, then going back to give Davey and Cordelia their own quick kisses as well. She made her way through the house to then leave and lock the door, heading towards the car waiting for her right in front.

“Hello Mrs. D’Vitt.” the driver greeted as she boarded the car, setting her things inside to then close the door and relax in her seat.

“Hey, good night. Sorry you had to pick me up at such an hour. The meeting starts early in the morning.” Jelly yawned before the driver chuckled to himself.

“It’s no problem, Mrs. D’Vitt.”

Once done yawning, Jelly made a bit of a face at the sound of the voice before she looked back to the front.

“You know it’s always a pleasure serving you.” he grinned before lifting his head, Jelly being able to see his features through the mirror. “Always.”

“J-James?” Jelly asked, right before her eyes widened at the sight that was James who turned in his seat to give her a sinister smirk as his eyes flashed pink.

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“And then, I locked her up in the same dimension that Cantarella here created. In there happens to be my other daughter, as well as old Stripes’ long lost sister.”

“I thought his siblings-” Evie started before Ryder spoke again.

“They all were except for that one. Who knows how, but she just managed to survive.” Ryder scoffed before looking down at Cantarella who’s new height he was still not accustomed to. “If it weren’t for this tiny one, we would have had to deal with Velvet as well. She’s a powerful one.”

“Do you really think it’s a good idea having Jelly locked up with Velvet and the siblings? Especially Basil?” Cantarella blinked before squinting her eyes. “After all, Jelly is-”

“Jelly hasn’t reached her full potential and she never will, just as she’ll never know that she is Mecor.” Ryder shook his head. “The only other person that knows this doesn’t remember that or even who they are, so we don’t have anything to worry about.”

“Well, are those all the nuisances we should be worrying about?” Evie asked before the other turned to look at each other.

“Well, Schrader was also dealt with so we don’t have to worry about him either. Beat the shit out of me earlier.” Cantarella huffed before Ryder turned to her in disappointment. “But I mean, I smashed his head to bits with his own mallet, so he’s out.”

“Considering how the D’Vitts are, don’t you think they’ll be out looking for him if not concerned if they find him dead?” Ryder made a face before Cantarella turned to him with a face of her own.

“I made it seem like he left back to Australia. I overheard him talking to Ula and well, that just fit perfectly into my plan.” she gave a shrug before reaching into her pocket to reveal two cellphones. “I have Schrader and Ula’s phones, and I can easily mimic their voices.”

“That’s some daughter you have there.” Evie commented. “But anyways, I’ll be making my way out now.”

“Where to?” Cantarella asked before Evie turned to the side.

“There’s a special somebody I have to visit.” she answered. “Is our dear brother still around or at least alive?”

“He’s alive and well, a father.”

“You’re telling me he managed to fuck somebody?”

“Yes. In fact, his mate is pregnant once again, and they have a set of triplets already.” Cantarella explained before Ryder and Evie looked at her in shock, even with Evie’s lack of a face covered by a mask it was clear what she was thinking. “Of course, they’re not the only ones with kids. The only one who’s alone and miserable is James really.”

“Of course he would be.” Evie shook her head. “Anyways, this time I will be off. I plan on getting my old job back, and more.”

“If you’re going where I think you’re going,” Cantarella stopped her. “You’re not going to like what you find.”

“Trust me Itsy Bitsy, I’ve seen it and hate it. But I plan on getting rid of it.”

“Even with Sionis there?”

“I’m sure somebody else will deal with that for me.” Evie tilted her head before giving a slight bow, turning on her heel to then walk off and disappear into a portal she created.

“So, why did we bring her back again?” the short clown glanced at her father who shook his head with a shrug.

“All I can say is that we do our own thing, and stay out of Missy’s way for now.”

“You’re still her bitch I see.”

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It never came to Evie’s attention that, as she made her way through the woods, a series of blinking eyes all watched her figure travel down a path she was familiar with.

Their owner practically giggled to themselves, this being what finally caught Evie’s attention.

The clown finally ceased her walking, now standing in place before she turned around in a swift motion to scan her location. There was nothing nor nobody in sight, save for the skunk that had now casually made its way out of the bushes it had been hiding in.

“Hm. Cute.” she gave a sarcastic scoff as she crossed her arms, slowly approaching the creature who now stood in place. “This isn’t one of Missy’s tricks, now is it?”

“That whore is far too busy tending to her own business.” Evie heard come from the skunk, making her stare at it in some surprise. “Just as you should be.”

“And who exactly am I talking to?” Evie watched as the skunk sat on its hind legs, staring up at her with eyes that now glimmered a bright yet rare color.

“A friend.” the skunk replied before its body basically exploded, but this was to reveal the much larger figure that had shifted into that creature. “But more specifically, a friend who’ll grant you a favor.”

“A favor?” Evie tilted her head. “You’re an elder, I suppose? Which one?”

“The one who’s going to bring everybody down; including the other elders.” the figure leaned in close to Evie’s mask. “But especially the D’Vitt dynasty.”

“Go on.” Evie nodded before feeling a claw touch her mask, making her lean her head back. “What’s your name?”

“Risus, at your service my dear.~” the figure chuckled as it ruffled Evie’s hair, practically examining all it could of her. “But, it would be a pleasure if I could use of your services as well.”

“Why?”

“You don’t think Ryder was the one who brought you back, do you?”

“No, he’s an incompetent fool and all he knows how to do is harass Jelly.”

“I gave him the ability to bring you back, but Missy was the one who requested you.”

“Missy?” Evie now turned to Risus who had been circling around her, their head now nodding as Evie emitted a surprised emotion. “Why me?”

“She trusts you can help with what we plan on doing.” Risus hovered behind Evie, holding onto her shoulders from behind to whisper into her ear. “And I agree that you are one of the most valuable assets.~”

“If that’s so, why is that little brat with Ryder around? Is she actually their kid?”

“She is theirs, but the problem is that she is not as powerful as you. Even with the lack of another Elder of Chaos, you are marvelous at what you do, and I bring you a gift to help you.”

“A gift? What kind of gift?”

Evie now watched as Risus appeared before her, placing a claw beneath her chin to lift up so that she looked up at them. She felt as their entire palm was placed on her mask, digging right into it before they were felt on the remains of her “face”. That was when Evie felt a pain course through that area, making her grip onto Risus’ arm which she found impossible, for it was like swiping at the air.

“What are you doing!?” she yelled out, now attempting to back away until Risus eventually retrieved their hand and Evie fell backwards. “What did you do to me!?”

“Beauty comes with a price, little spider.” Risus gave a dark chuckle as they now shifted their body to have legs that they used to crouch close to Evie. “Stand and come.”

“What did you do to me?” Evie repeated before she felt herself be forced up onto her feet, catching herself as Risus waved a hand in the air. “What-”

“Shut up and look.”Risus commanded as the clown now kept quiet, seeing as Risus conjured up a cloud of smoke that swirled until forming a mirror in its center. “Remove your mask.”

“No.”

“Remove it.”

“I can’t.”

“Remove it before I put you back underground!”Risus yelled at Evie who then reached up to grab her mask, hesitating before she lifted it up which result in Risus laughing to themselves. “There, see?”

“You...you...my face…”

“An adorable, button nose. Eyes so beautiful yet vicious. Brown locks flowing like a stream of fall.” Risus stood behind Evie who raised her hands, touching the soft cheeks she could see in the mirror. “I never understood why Missy compared you to Jelly. You always were far more beautiful than she. Jelly is a mere, dumb blonde who cheats her way into beauty, but you….look at you.”

“My face.” Evie breathed out as she looked into purple eyes that she blinked at as they blinked back at her. “I have my face back...this isn’t some sort of illusion, is it?”

“Why would I do that to an ally of mine?” Risus grabbed Evie’s chin in a soft manner before making her turn to them. “You see? It’s not all bad my little spider.”

Risus ran a claw over Evie’s face, slightly grazing her cheek before she gave a look of content.

“And you know what the best part of it is?”

“Not only are you beautiful, but you have,” Risus chuckled before making Evie turn to the side where she and Risus saw the sight that was a circus tent. “A seductive voice that’ll lure any of your desire, and more.~”

At this, Evie blinked at the tent before watching as performers walked out into the picnic area, right behind them a tall woman who stood beside a ringleader, that last one bringing a smile to Evie’s face.

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morethanithoughtofficialblog · 5 years ago

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Chapter 7: As useless as a broken mirror

In which you realize your life is crap...

for now

*Your POV*

Talking with someone yesterday was good, I guess. I normally talk about work topics only, so it feels weird to have a casual conversation about... anything. And it was weirder, considering Sans was the one talking.

It would be today, though, the day where we would see each other again in order to discuss... more terms. They all deserve to know and I also need a few papers for them in order to get them into society. I just need the basics, though- report cards, previous jobs on the Underground, and I will put them some tests in order to see which educational level fits better each of them. But that will be later.

So there I was, waking up and trying to french kiss the morning as Bon Jovi does. And failing miserably, just as always.

I tried my best to keep a smile on my face. It didn't work out, either. I groaned loudly, realizing that it was four in the morning. So yeah, I just can't french kiss the morning when it isn't morning, you know. And so I felt stupid and went back to sleep...

...

Except I didn't.

No matter how many positions I tried or how many different pillows I took, I just couldn't get my head together. I was thinking about everything and, at the same time, about nothing at all. I felt numb yet desperate to be a normal person and fall sleep immediately, considering how freaking tired I actually was.

I sat on my bed silently and put on the lights. Bad idea, but I still do it every night like this.

I frowned remarkably and stood there until my eyes got accustomed to the light. And then I started to question what the hell was I doing, as usual.

I looked at my annoying digital clock again: 4:11 am.

Great, guess I'll stay like this until the day officially starts... or until I pass out, that is.

Maybe a good drink would have been great to forget it all. Then I remembered that I had work and that, besides, I don't drink. I groaned again.

I felt like crying, like screaming or like to go outside and let a fucking weirdo kill me or make me disappear forever...

That's the worst idea I've ever had.

I wanted to punch something; maybe a mirror, maybe that elegant flower vase with a dead daisy on it, or the TV. All of those were great options, honestly. But I wasn't up to clean the mess or to deal with angry neighbors, so I didn't move.

I shoot a glance at one of my bureaus, that only had an old book on its top. Maybe I could read. I tried to stretch my hand and get it, but I ended up falling out of the bed, making my head hurt like hell. Ouch. Maybe I couldn't, after all.

I, unsurprisingly, groaned again. If I had a cent for every time I have groaned in my life, I could probably have a car instead of taking that goddamn subway. Or I could get a house. Or a life...

Nah. That's way too expensive.

I eventually got up and stared at my drawer. Then, without thinking, I opened it. My heart sank when it did.

Medicines here, medicines there. Medicines FUCKING EVERYWHERE! There was barely any space left for even a fricking pill. This is not the first time I have seen this, though, but it still hurts to see how pathetic I am. This is just a small proof. There's more, that's for sure.

I stood there silently, anxiety consuming me over. I could even make a fucking drug store out of this drawer...

Actually, that doesn't sound like a bad idea.

I shook my head, resisting the urge to be sarcastic to myself... again.

But, yes, I had such a huge variety I could make a store out of it. Do you have anxiety? Well, Zoloft for you, that is! Are you depressed like me? Well here, took a Prozac pill! Come here and get your problems away...

And contribute to mine.

Oh my god, just end my suffering.

Thanks to my wonderful boss and work partners (including college and the monsters' case, of course), I forgot that I had emotional problems as well. And that means that I haven't been following my treatment. For months.

Shit.

Then I started to wonder when I had to see my psychiatrist again. I probably missed the date he gave me. Just wonderful, right?

I sighed and closed the drawer, feeling worse than before. I went to the bathroom to see my wound but there wasn't anything there. Thank God.

I ended up looking at my face, slightly frowning. People have said that I'm pretty, yes, but I think that's just out of sympathy. Therefore, I haven't been comfortable with my looks since... a long time ago.

My (e/c) eyes looked paler than when I was a kiddo. Ah, childhood. It was wonderful in its own way. No problems, no low self-esteem, no nothing. Just laughs and friends, videogames and nights playing Dungeons and Dragons with my dorky dad and my aunt. Those were good days.

I remember that I received a lot of comments, telling me that I would have a brilliant future. Hard to believe in that now, looking at what was happening.

I work in Congress and I am finishing my studies to finally become a biochemist. Being a scientist has been my dream, and I'm just a few steps before I can call myself "Dr. (Y/N)". And I'm just twenty.

When I was little, my dad took me to a neurologist in order to see my IQ. She said, in a few words, that I was super smart and super talented. I believed it but never used it as an excuse to think of me better than anyone else. Right then, I thought everyone had talents and intelligence. Now... I'm seriously doubting all those encouraging words were true. Because, even if I was a nerd, that never meant my future would be brighter.

A lot of my school partners and friends are being way happier than I am, having a perfect balance between emotions, college, and work. Me, who 'has it all' to become an important person, somehow has three mental breakdowns (at least) in one day, and it's struggling between having or not new friends, afraid of screwing up.

Is this what my parents would have wanted? For me to be a coward?

Well, surprise surprise. Your daughter is such a disappointment of a kid.

I'm a genius. That's what experts told me. They also said that this high IQ thingy may include problems socializing and, well, even mental illnesses. To be honest, I prefer being normal and not having these things than being a Leonardo Da Vinci and die internally every five seconds.

Then I noticed a warm feeling on my cheeks.

Oh crap.

I snapped back to reality and saw myself in front of the mirror, crying as if my life depended on it. Well, it kinda does, but that's not the point.

I tried to wipe them as quickly as possible, trying to banish that feeling instantly. But instead, I cried harder. And harder. And I felt more miserable than before, if that was possible.

My legs felt like jello and my eyes turned all red and puffy. My mouth was shaking, trying to transform itself into a smile. Why was I crying, again? Oh yeah, because I hate myself so much. I look awful, I'm just full of myself, lonely, and easily replaceable. There's nothing I can do about it.

I will finish my dream career, but all for what? To be more stressed? I don't know if I can quit at the Congress since I kind of accepted to be the ambassador of the monsters. Wow. I should have left someone more capable than I am to do the job. Now I'm going to disappoint them as well, whenever they see how weak I am. I mean, I'm crying while I'm looking at myself in the night... again. This is isn't new. But it just feels worst every time.

I gasped for air, almost forgetting how to breathe thanks to all that crying. I blinked a couple of times and took long breaths until I calmed down. When my vision wasn't blurry anymore, I saw my face again. All red and uglier than before. I looked like a baby losing its toy, like a child whining, or like a teenager who has an impossible crush.

I frowned, knowing I wasn't any of them. I was an adult, for God's sake.

Can this get more frustrating?

Can I be more pathetic?

I closed my fist and punched the mirror until my fingers went numb and my blood painted my whole hand...

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*Frisk's POV*

I woke up later than usual, rubbing my eyes at the incoming sunlight. I groaned at the clock, seeing it was 10 am. But deep down I knew that Toriel would come for me, and so I got up.

I took a quick shower and put into more presentable clothes. I colocated a cute ribbon on my brown hair, feeling quite silly yet pretty. I stared at the mirror and saw my look with satisfaction. I was looking great! I even made some silly faces and giggled a little before coming out, interrupted by an angry skeleton who wanted to take a shower.

"kid, just fucking get out of there! what're you doin'? takin' a trip to narnia?"

"Sans, behave yourself!!!"

"...sorry ari-mom..."

I contained my laughter, knowing that Sans would be really angry if he heard me, and I walked out of the bathroom. Just a second passed before a quick flash of white ran into the room and locked the door. Oh, Sans, since when are you this desperate to take a shower?

The ones who hadn't showered groaned impatiently. I would have too since Sans lasts a long time in the shower. One time I swear I heard him singing a popular rock song (so popular I don't remember its name) and then eventually creating a song of how much he loved ketchup...

...I must admit I feel worried about his future...

Eh... let's just hope for the best.

After a bunch of complainings towards him and more people showering, we could finally take breakfast together. Thank God they were pancakes, or else Undyne or Papyrus would be trying to find out the best egg combination (which, according to them, hasn't been found yet). At first, it is fun to hear their crazy ideas, but then it turns into a competition that I get somehow dragged into it. Most of the time voluntarily, though.

However, I was too excited to let all my energy be drowned into an egg fight. Today we will be seeing (Y/N) again, and honestly, I was looking for it! She's nice, and I've been waiting to be friends with her all this time. So now that everything was, well, settled, this was my chance!

We all ate rather quickly and head out of the house. However, Asgore stopped us before we could go running to... anywhere, actually.

"Let's wait here a moment, ok?" he smiled eagerly, making me suspicious.

So we waited there for five minutes or so until a simple-looking taxi made its way towards the house. Then a 5'5 feet tall woman got out of there, who I recognized immediately.

"(Y/N)!!!!!" Papyrus screamed unearthly loud, hugging (Y/N) immediately. She looked a little bit startled by such a sudden move but hugged back shortly after him.

"Hello, Papyrus. It is good to see you again...!" she tried her best to sound enthusiastic, but she felt somehow... different. Why, though?

"Oh, (Y/N) sweetie, I'm so glad you could make it!" Goat mom added with a smile, which (Y/N) returned it kindly. Maybe I was just imagining things, after all "But, hey, come in! We want you to see where we have been living all this time!"

Sans looked a bit tense but quickly relaxed. He must have forgotten for a second that Papyrus was his roommate. Therefore, there was NO WAY his room could be dirty. Since when he cares about that, though?

And so we gave (Y/N) a small tour through the small house. She behaved as always; shy, anxious, not wanting to intrude or sound rude, making small compliments and comments in amusement. She was just super nice! I think she's one of my favorite humans.

After making her laugh a bit and answer some of her own doubts about the Underground, we all headed off to the Congress, talking about the simplest of topics.

"Oh! I remember hearing a song called 'Imagine' one day!" I told (Y/N), keeping up with the musical topic (at Sans's petition).

"You have? Well, I mean... which artist are you talking about?"

"I think it was Marshmello"

"...then no, I haven't heard that one"

"Is there another song called 'Imagine'?" Alphys asked, curious about our conversation.

"well, there's john lennon's, y' know..." Sans added, smiling lazily.

(Y/N) seemed perplexed for a second, then smiled widely.

"Yep, John Lennon's 'Imagine' is my kind of... 'Imagine', you know"

Throughout all the way we all were talking about music. (Y/N) turns out to be a Rock N' Roll and Indie listener, similar to Sans's taste. She is kind of a music nerd, actually. She would give a casual comment of something history-related to music. I think Sans felt like he was on his own mind, opening up strangely. Then I realized he was just another music nerd, and that both of them were never given the chance to talk about this with others so freely.

However, I noticed an unusual expression on Sans's face. Not a good one, I must say. He wasn't suspicious or anything- by any chance, I think he was worried...

but of what?

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*Sans's POV*

It feels good to have someone to talk about these things. I mean, someone that at least can say who Slash is.

While I was talking to (Y/N), however, I noticed a wound on her right fist. Not to be rude, but she is a bit taller than I am, and I didn't want to look at a... private part of her body. Therefore, I ended up noticing a serious-looking injury on her fingers.

Should I ask?

I saw how happy she looked, talking about when she started to hear Rock N' Roll and watch concerts on TV.

Eh, I'll do it later...

Still, my mind wandered about that topic the rest of the road. And so, I didn't talk anymore, focusing on other things. Well, can you blame me? That looked like some serious shit happened.

When we arrived at the Congress, I noticed different looks from her work partners. I recognized one of the feelings on their looks: shame. They probably felt ashamed after hearing that we succeed. My smile grew wider, at least a bit, after thinking that.

We discussed a few things in her office like it was any day. Except it wasn't.

The human president made a public announcement on TV, radio, and social media, saying that monsters would be finally released and be accepted as legal citizens. Despite everything, I felt a bit uneasy. He might have been nice, but the others are clearly not like him. I just don't want to put Papy's security on risk.

We ended up leaving sooner than I thought, and for the first time in our lives, we used public transport. We received some glances, but in between, there were also kind smiles. Just like (Y/N)'s, just less dorky...

Did I just call the ambassador a dork?

I mentally groaned and took a seat, never erasing my apparently permanent smile. I felt like I was forgetting something, so I made a quick rewind on my head. But what would I have forgo- oh.

Oh.

You forgot to ask her, you idiot.

#sans x reader #more than i thought fanfiction #more than i thought #chapter 7 #sans #x reader #undertale

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gamearamamegathons · 5 years ago

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Dragon Quest VI: Got Destiny On Me Again

Circe here! We're done with Dragon Quest V, so we're starting off today with the next game. This one starts off a bit differently than the previous ones. We wake up at a campfire with two companions, already camped out near the demon lord's castle. The characters talk amongst themselves about their mission to defeat the demon lord, and then set off, riding off on a dragon to the foot of the castle. The visuals for this sequence are actually pretty impressive; while DQV mostly resembled a more detailed NES Dragon Quest, this one has a lot more visual detail and bigger character sprites. It looks like it's taking some inspiration from other SNES RPGs of the time, like Chrono Trigger and Final Fantasy VI. It's a good sign, although it must be said that the game still has stuff like 'talk' and 'search' in the menu. There is a shortcut button for interacting with stuff though...I'm pretty sure that was there in earlier games, but I probably, uh, forgot about it. Oh well.

When we enter the castle, it seems pretty empty. So we just head on in to the throne room of the demon lord, Mudo. When we confront him he...uh, kinda wrecks us. He lifts up the three characters with some sort of telekinetic power, and then fucking explodes them. And that's that. Gotta admit, pretty short game, not much gameplay, kind of a downer ending...

Okay, okay. What really happens next is that the protagonist wakes up in his bed, as if it had all been a dream. Now it seems that we're going to be living the life of a simple villager, with no particular epic destiny. There's a festival coming up, and to help with the preparations, we need to take some goods from the village to sell in a nearby town, in order to buy a special crown from the crown maker who lives there. Seems like it'd be hard to make a sustainable business just making decorative crowns, but, I assume he probably makes other things too.

Naturally, this being a Dragon Quest game, we start out hilariously weak. After a bit of grinding and learning the Heal spell, I'm able to reliably take the local wildlife, so I head down the mountain to the other town. There's a big open market, and I find someone who will buy my goods, but it seems that the crown maker has headed to the west a few days ago and didn't return. I spend all the money on equipment, on the assumption that either the plot will derail the need to pay for the crown, or else I can just grind it back up. Weird that we need to worry about selling our goods when random animals carry so much gold.

Yeah, I know, these are cheap shots. The important thing is, we need to head west to find this guy. When we go exploring to the west, we find some big hole in the ground that appears to have some other terrain visible underneath it. So that's interesting. Closer investigation of this hole reveals that a guy is dangling from the edge of it. I guess this is the crown maker. Unfortunately, after we pull him up, we end up falling in ourselves, instead. Good job, I guess. We land safely on the ground below, uh, somehow, and now we're in some different land. Except that we appear to be a ghost or something? There's a nearby town, but nobody can see us. Via a bit of eavesdropping, we hear something about a "well of dreams" to the north. There's not much we can do here, so I head north and find this well. When we interact with it, it teleports us to another well, back up above again. So that's weird. But now we can head back to the town and get ourselves a crown. Unsurprisingly, after saving the crown maker's life, he decides to give us the crown for free. So I guess spending money that wasn't technically mine didn't come back to bite me after all.

Back home, the village elder comes to meet me and asks if I ran into any trouble. I decided to say no because, well, he probably wouldn't believe it anyway. With the crown, the festival can go on. That night, our sister Tania leads the procession wearing the crown, which is all glowy and stuff. That's pretty fancy. Everyone gathers in the church, and Tania puts the crown on a statue of, uh, a mountain spirit I think? Some sorta goddess-looking type person. All seems to be going as normal, until Tania walks up to us and the mountain spirit speaks through her, telling us that we must journey out to fulfill our destiny, or something.

Aw, fuck. Got me again. I guess I have an epic destiny now. After all this, the elder wants me to go talk to the king of Reidock, so he gives me a pass to go there. So, I guess that's where I'm headed next.

Overall, I have high hopes for this game, although there are a few weird things that stuck out to me. For one thing, you run at like double speed in towns and dungeons. I was wondering if this was some sort of bug or something, but it seems like it's just a convenience feature, so that's fine. Doors now open automatically, so I never again have to go into a menu to manually open a door. On the other hand, there appears to be no equip menu. I have to equip items through my item menu, and I can't compare their stats or even see what they are until I equip the item. So that's, uh, baffling. I also can't see where my gold total is unless I go into a shop, and it's kind of difficult to find my max HP and MP, as opposed to DQV which had a convenient screen showing my current and max values for direct comparison. It's very weird that they would take out these quality of life features, but I guess I can manage without them. Also, monsters have animations now, which looks very nice. Even with a few oddities, it definitely feels more like it's taking advantage of the capabilities of the SNES more than DQV. And I know I enjoyed the remake, so it can't possibly be that bad.

#circe #marathon #dragon quest #dragon quest vi

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jujywrites · 6 years ago

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WIP Challenge

I got tagged by @kikithedeceiver to do this!

Challenge: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous.

Here’s the thing. I don’t have many separate WIP files; most of them are in one huge doc. and most of the separate wip files are... pretty dead? but ok whatevs. under a read more since it’s long...... and my ego won’t let me skip snippets hjkhkhk thanks for the idea Kiki

From my main miscellaneous folder:

50 Grades of Steele. 1 and a half chaps of a role-flipped 50 Shades of Grey rewrite (i haven’t read the books so I extra don’t care about the characters lol). why do i still have it i’ve lost interest.... *side eyes her entire wip ecosystem* ...Then I see my interview subject, seated at her desk.

"Mr. Grey. I'm pleased to meet you."

And I stop breathing. [end CH1]

[open CH2) I forgot to mention something: I exaggerate occasionally. But I'm not now. I literally stop breathing for a few seconds. A thousand thoughts are racing through my mind, which doesn't help my chest stop seizing, but the main problem here is that Anastasia Steele is quite possibly the most beautiful woman I've ever seen.

Fanfic idea masterlist. my most active file and where I keep most of my WIPS, unless they get too “large”. Organized by fandom. lotta stuff i keep passing by & may as well be dead but don’t wanna delete. here’s a zero-draft snippet of probably the next chapter of my G-rated yukyoru fic collection

He grabbed a pillow and placed it to his chest, grabbed her arm, and yanked her to him, praying his idea would work.

Seconds passed and he didn't transform. He put his arms around her gingerly. Should he try to immobilize her or would that make it worse?

She made the decision for him. "Mom," she sobbed, clutching him with an iron grip. "N-Need to help...!"

His stomach dropped to his shoes.

Thudding footsteps announced Yuki's arrival. "What's wrong?! Honda-san--"

He didn't say "What did you do?" The thought raced by and Kyo said, "Grab a pillow and help me!"

As Yuki positioned the pillow and himself without having to ask, Kyo said, "She won't wake up. I don't know what to do!"

"Night terror," Yuki said tightly. He was too close but it almost didn't matter. "Not much you can do besides wait."

MayxWard BDSM fic agents of SHIELD. mix of notes and actual writing. kind of a half AU. Melinda climbed into the driver's side and buckled in, then started up the car. "If you've not ridden on the left before you might have motion sickness. It's normal. Just close your eyes until—" She paused as she looked at him; his hands shook so much he couldn't manage the seatbelt. "Here, let me."

"Thanks," he muttered with a sigh, looking rueful.

Modern AU Zelink. What it says on the tin~ Teenage-ish Zelink, with a mash of supporting characters from other games. another mix of notes and fic. Link wasn't sleeping tonight. Tonight was the night he'd been planning for and awaiting for weeks. He was going on a quest: the quest to meet Princess Zelda.

She wasn't really a princess, of course. That was just her nickname. Zelda Nohansen was Hyrule's sweetheart, the most sought-after young actress in the movie business. And Link had fallen in love with her the first time he'd seen her, two years ago in a tiny theater in Kakariko.

PMMMfic homumado. Madoka Magica. AU, been around since about an hour after I finished the series (5 years yikes, still gotta watch Rebellion). Homura's time power still somewhat involved, but Mami's an adult, everyone's at a boarding school (I think?) where ~things aren't as they first seem~ and Madoka has mysterious powers and night terrors. just notes at the moment.

SoubixHitomi. Loveless. 3 unfinished/dead first-person Shinonome-senseixSoubi snippets, all of ‘em spicy.

yvy abo. Yuri On Ice. Yuri (Katsuki!!)/Victor/Yuko(!!?!), my attempt at. well. omegaverse(!!!!!!!). orignally started as part of a “bad YOI fic” bigbang and now I’m taking it seriously dgdgfg. Alpha Yuko. “Please, please stop,” she whispered, like saying it aloud would make any difference. But the pressure in her head kept building. Her limbs had begun to itch restlessly.

And Victor wouldn’t let go of her hand.

With the last scrap of her control, she straddled him quickly and kissed him awake.

Even in half-sleep he arched to meet her, and when he opened his eyes sapphire blue had already turned stormy with lust.

yvy canonfuturefic. Yuko-focused following of canon, or: how canon can I keep YOI while still rareship OT3ing it. She and Yuri fall in and out of love, in between falling for Victor. Victuri is still my life I swear

“You have got to watch this,” she tells Yuri. She watches Yuri’s face instead of the video, having seen it at least forty times by now.

Yuri’s eyes transform into beacons of awe, and Yuko swallows around her rapid heartbeat, breaths coming too short. She sees everything she’s feeling and more on his face. She remembers that she loves him, that he’s real and here and more important than the beautiful boy on her phone who’s trying to pull her under to a scary new world.

ZnT ot3 bdsm AU. Zankyou no Terror, 9/12/Lisa. mix of notes and fic, not just PWP. in heavy need of editing bc a lot was inspired by a non-spicy book.

“But it’s not just me. It’s everyone. You need everyone because you have no idea how to need yourself. Or even how to be yourself.”

“You’re wrong.” The force and volume of her voice shocked her and pushed her onward. “You and Touji. I don’t need anyone except you and Touji! Because you both taught me how to be myself-- no, how to find that on my own. I know exactly who I am, and that me isn’t complete without both of you!” She could feel the tears streaming down her face, yet somehow her voice didn’t waver. She felt so full of conviction she could burst into flames. “Don’t you understand, Arata? We’re all meant to be together.”

From my SnK folder:

Cave of the Crystal Maiden (working title). Aruani. Modern AU. MMORPG shenanigans with a dollop of magical realism/supernatural. Just notes. @portraitofa-girl suggested “meeting online” and it’s been there literally for years oh lord im sorry. no fic yet, just notes.

Falling Anthem (working title) Modern AU Levihan, art student Hange and young professor Levi. just notes. fic one in a planned series. also has been years ;_;

Raindrops and Soft Steps. Jearmin. unsurprisingly, modern AU. One morning, when Jean looks out of his bedroom window, he sees a boy dancing across the street. In the street, to be exact. There wouldn't be anything unusual about that, Jean supposes, except it's raining cats and dogs outside.

In my IAMXfic folder (fff i almost skipped this):

2ndPOVCalberto (DO NOT CORRUPT WITH HET) ChrisxAlberto? not much to say?? yes i know they’re real people??? which applies to everything after this oh my god *crawls under desk* Of course she knows; she is annoyingly perceptive when it comes to romance. The only thing preventing you from asking her (like a fucking lovestruck teenager) if Alberto likes you back is emptying that beer bottle. By then the only thing on your mind is ordering another.

CalbertImmi. i can’t even keep my poly shit outta RPF ahaha omhg Imogen has a conversation with her lover's lover. (AlbertImmi, sequel to...) Imogen finds herself in an unenviable position. (emerging CalbertImmi)

Alternate summaries (CC POV, first fic?): Chris loves two people. He doesn't want to choose. Chris has fallen in love a few times in his life. But he's never fallen for two people at once. (Chris also isn't good at choosing.)

ChrisxJ. several self-insert fics bc CC is just that powerful, apparently. haven’t looked at the file in a long time,,,,,

He started calling people to the stage with him, and one by one, my row emptied.

"Come on, yeah, come on," he was saying, waving his hand in an inviting gesture and grinning like a little kid. "Hey, you want to?" I did a double take.

"Me?" I mouthed, pointing at myself just to be sure. He nodded, smiling wider.

So it was that I walked unsteadily down the ramp and waited in line, feeling like I didn’t belong there. Soon I was next in line. What would I say? What would I do? I was sure if I opened my mouth I’d either burst into tears or faint.

Genderswapped IAMX sci-fi. The sci-fi was inspired by a word prompt, genderswapping by my own brain. (play spot the Immi lmao) Across the aisle, Sam rolled his eyes. “Leave Chris alone; she’s nervous.”

“And put on your own seatbelt, Johann,” shouted Jess, two seats back and in Sam’s aisle.

Patrick turned to look at Chris. “Subspace travel is a bitch,” he said simply, and turned back to his book.

“Oh, I feel much less nervous now,” Chris said with a sardonic grin. “How do you know that, anyway?”

"I'm not exactly what I seem to be." He didn’t look up.

Chriimmi (While I Was Gone inspired). Chris/Imogen, inspired by scenes from Sue Miller’s While I Was Gone.

"You really ought not to do that, you know," he said softly.

"Do what?"

"Sneak up on me."

My eyes slid from his face. "I didn't mean to. It just... happened."

"Mm." I glanced back at him; he wore a lopsided smile. "Not that I minded." The tension was so strong the air nearly vibrated with it, yet I held my tongue, terrified that I was the only one feeling it. He took a breath, deep, nearly rising on his toes. "No. I didn't mind at all." He took my hand, circled his thumb over the back. My breath caught as I felt it, as I watched him looking down at our hands.

Chriimmi bathtub dream. dream inspired Chris/Immi smut.

Chriimmi twitter. twitfic plus some, inspired from an actual tweet iamx made that i’m still not over.

@ imogenheap Come sing your lovely lyrics with us in London. @ IAMX misses you. CCx

ChrisxImmi main. grab bag of Chriimmi I was too lazy to put into separate docs.

“What do you think?” She grinned, twirling.

He cleared his throat. “Ah, I-Imogen, what are you wearing?”

“Well, I didn’t want to clash with your theme… Janine helped me. Does it work?”

Scandalously short skirt, midriff-baring top, knee-high boots.

“You’re trying to kill me, aren’t you? You’re trying to fucking kill me.”

Her grin only widened, even though a blush had started.

Fic edit chriimmi ver. yeah. editing someone else’s original fic to be chrimmi. either never posting or editing the frick out of. ~_~

He kissed her neck, whispered into it, “I love you.”

Imogen laughed. “Bollocks,” she said lazily.

”I do!” Chris protested. She looked down at him, nestled on her shoulder. He looked back, open, a little adoring. “I fell in love with you halfway through the show; I sang every note just for you.”

”Oh, please. You couldn’t have seen me.”

”No,” he said. “But I knew you were out there… I knew it had been you the minute I saw you backstage.”

Hospital Chriimmi. In which my guilty feeling over RPF are even worse bc of the inspiration ^_^U “Ms. Heap. What a pleasant surprise.” It’s surprising, how well she remembers his voice.

“Mr. Corner, what have you got yourself into?”

“Oh, just a bit of lingering insomnia. You know how it is.”

She takes a seat in the chair near his bed, crossing her legs. “Well, I’ve certainly had a sleepless night here and there, but I’ve never ended up in hospital from it. So no, I don’t suppose I do know.” Her tone is light, but her smile has begun to crack.

ImmixChris genderbend smut. the my secret friend video is... fertile material. have not actually written the smut yet.

...he saw us as characters– we put on those clothes and become separate from ourselves, removed. Whereas I simply felt like myself in men’s clothes, and instead of feeling what He felt for Her, I just kept right on feeling what I felt for Chris, amplified to a distracting level.

ReluctantdommeImmixSubCC. ...shrug emoji? notes and uh. visualizing.

Vampire Chriimmi. based on a dream. smutty. inspired by True Blood so wow that’s old.

From my Markipairings folder:

demon dream. markiplier self insert...... ughhhhhhhh o///o

"You can have me," I tell the creature. "But this one," I jerk my head toward Mark, "comes with me. He's mine, you see." A bold proclamation to make, but in the moment I know that the truth in those words surpasses everything I've ever said. He is mine, and saying the thought out loud fills me with courage. He squeezes my hand, two short and a long one so strong I think he might break it.

I know we’ll win.

DommeJujY. same as above, same as the next four. smutty.

Fight team AU. i forget where i got this one from. vaguely inspired by loveless i guess. The first clear thought I had was, He shouldn't have gone ahead of me. The second one was, I should have been able to protect him. But these came later, after the rage went away, after I hugged him and apologized, after I bandaged him…

Gaming meetcute. i win some contest or whatever to secretly tagteam w/ Mark. stuff happens and yeah......

The adrenaline surges through my veins as I take in the scene. Mark's avatar is flailing around, backed into a corner by some Eldritch Abomination and holy shit, the graphics in this game are amazing.

"This is not good, I can't move, I can't move…"

There's a voice in the back of my head screaming to shut the game down, to get that horrible thing off the screen. I ignore it.

Markinpanties. .......smut.

shifter-slight sci-fi AU. shrug emoji.

I looked up from the ground and saw I was heading straight for a brick wall. There was no time to slow down. I braced for impact...

It didn't happen. I opened my eyes and found myself in a café.

What.

Looking behind me, I saw a door. On impulse I walked over and opened it; the tree-lined street I could see through the glass was indeed there. No brick wall to smack my face into. Bewildered, I turned around and looked for a seat, choosing one near a window.

Gouldiplier~. master doc of ficbits of my cracky mccrackship, MarkiplierxEllie Goulding.

I check my phone during break time again. My selfie has been liked and retweeted thousands of times, and I shake my head in disbelief; I don't think that will ever stop surprising me, deep down. To make things even better, Mark's liked it! I'm in the middle of a happy jig when I realize there's a text from him and a squeak of joy slips from me.

hellooo gorgeous

looks like you're having fun. Hope the shoot's going great! <3

I quickly send a reply. it has been. Be glad when it's done tho. Missin u lots xo

Markipicbunnies. fanart of Mark for Gouldiplier insipration. photographer au.

"Ms. Goulding, I'm really not sure about this…"

"I produce pictures that are intimate because I'm an intimate being, Mark." Ellie looked at him directly, a hint of a smile shaping her lips. "Deep down, I think you are too. We just need to draw you out a bit."

showersexgouldiplier. WELP. IT’S SMUT.

Also I have folders for my 2010/11 nanowrimo novel that are kinda still WIPs but also kinda not

i’m gonna tag.... @kippielovesyou @kiridork and @mistergrass and anyone else who wants to do this can too :3

#JujYwrites #Mintyblather #i have too much stuuuffffff

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thatonecurlygirl · 7 years ago

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You Never Smile at Me Like That {Pt. 5}

Steve x Reader

Word Count: 2.1k

You suddenly shoot up from your laying position, heart pounding in your chest as you wake up in a cold sweat. You rub the sleep from your eyes as you become painfully aware of the burning sensation in your lungs and the fact that your room is so cold, freezing actually and you can feel your nose running. This wouldn’t be the first time you accidentally left your window open but you rarely even open it in the winter. After the nightmare you just had you aren’t too worried about why you left it open -- you just want it closed -- you want to feel safe and warm behind your locked windows and doors. You bring your hands back up to your face, rubbing your eyes with the heel of your hand allowing your eyes to finally adjust the darkness surrounding you. You are not home, you are laying in the security office at the outside gate entrance of Hawkins Lab.

You clamor on to your feet and feel around for the switch and when you flip it, the small room is flooded with light. All you can think about is why you are here at the place that has always creeped you out and how you got there without your car. Pulling the phone from where it hangs on the wall,, you dial the number of the first person that comes to mind.

“Hello?” The raspy voice of the sleep-interrupted boy on the other side of the phone answers.

“Steve, can you come get me?” You ask softly, trying to keep your cool -- the small amount of ‘cool’ remaining deep in your reserve.

“(y/n), are you okay?” He asks with concern evident in his voice and completely awake at this point.

“I had a nightmare and woke up outside Hawkins Lab.” You shiver not only at the freezing winter breeze but the sight of the eerie building in front of you. “I’m cold and this place is scaring me a little bit.”

“I’m on my way. I will be there in just a few minutes.” He says and hangs up, wasting no time to get to you.

The wind whistles as the snow continues to fall and accumulate on the ground outside, covering up the single set of footsteps that belonged to you. The tracks seem almost eerie or surreal seeing as came in nearly a straight line down the street for as far as you can see. Somehow for some reason you slept walked straight here in the middle of the night -- to a place you avoid in the daylight.

Not even ten minutes after calling, you see Steve’s car pull up and he jumps out. He runs up to you and wraps a big quilt around your shaking body and guides you out to the passenger seat of his car and running to the other side, slipping in.

“Are you okay? It’s freezing out there?” Steve cranks up the heat and pulls away.

“Yeah, I’m not hurt, just a little freaked out and confused.” You pull the thick blanket around you tighter.

“So tell me exactly what happened.” He says, eyes focused on the slick and snowy roads ahead.

“I had a nightmare someone broke into the house. In the dream, I snuck out the window and hurt my ankle and I was running toward Billy’s house. Then I woke up outside the lab. I’ve never slept walked before and it’s just weird that the first time I do I walk out in the cold for miles to Hawkins Lab.” You look back in the mirror as you watch the lab disappear in the distance. “It’s stupid, I’m sorry for waking you up.”

“Hey, it’s not stupid,” Steve assures you, his mind going a mile a minute as he worries about how and why you ended up at Hawkins Lab, the place that has caused nothing but nightmares for him and the little group he had become close with over the past year. “You can call me whenever, no matter the time.”

“Thanks for this, Steve.” You stare out the window at your house coming into view.

“Looks like your parents are gone.” He comments as he pulls up behind your car in the driveway.

“Guess so,” you sigh. “I really don’t feel like being alone. Would you stay with me tonight? I know with… everything between us right now it’s a little awkward but-”

“Of course, let’s get you inside.” He turns the car off and gets out, running over to your side and helping you up the slick driveway and to your front porch, reaching under the porch swing where you kept the spare key taped.

You cross the threshold of your house, anxious to see if your dream was, in fact, a dream. You were surprised and relieved to see your house untouched -- left exactly how it was before you went to bed. Steve insisted on you going to lay back in your bed while he slept on the couch. He made sure you were tucked in, warm, and safe as he sat in the room with you until you fell asleep. This is one of the reasons you fell for Steve, he's always trying his hardest to take care of you.

The familiar sound of your phone ringing on your bedside table breaks your sleep as your sleepy limbs stretch into the air before you pull the phone to your ear. Taking a few seconds before you can find your voice to yawn out a “Hello?”

“Hey honey, it’s mom. I went to pick Dad up from the airport but the weather got bad and they closed down the roads. It looks like we are stuck…” The rest of whatever your mom says turns into mumbles in your ear as the deja vu surfaces to the front of your mind and the sound of rustling downstairs catches your attention.

“(y/n)? (y/n) can you hear me?” You mom asks over the phone.

“Yeah mom, sorry I just zoned out for a minute.” You answer her but receive no reply in return. “Hello? Mom are you there?” You ask but the only thing that you get in reply is silence, not even the sound of the electricity buzzing through the phone.

You place the phone back down and sit there in awe and confusion. You slide off the bed, wrapping the blanket around you are you walk to the window. Flipping the lock, you try to push it open and unsurprisingly it catches. With another firm push the window jolts open, slamming against the top with a loud thud. Frantic sounds of footsteps ascending the stairs and toward your bedroom has you frozen in your place, even after the door flies open.

“My dream… this is what happened in my dream.” You say to Steve as he walks up behind you.

“What? What happened in your dream?” He asks, reaching past you and closing the window back.

“The call from my Mom saying they are stuck in Indy, the phone going out, me opening the door, you running up the steps.” You shake your head, walking back to your bed. “The only difference is I knew what was going on and I knew it was you coming up the stairs. God, it’s a crazy case of Deja vu.” You groan and turn, walking back to the bed.

“You okay? Like do you feel okay?” Steve asks worried, things keep getting weirder and weirder and knowing what he knows, that’s only trouble.

“Yeah, I feel fine.”

“Come here,” Steve says walking over and sitting next to you. He places the back of his hand against your forehead, feeling an abnormal amount of heat radiating from your skin. “You’re hot.” He sighs.

“You’re not too bad yourself.” You wink playfully as you pull the blankets closer to you. “I actually am freezing.” You groan.

“I’m going to get you some more blankets and make you some hot chocolate.” Steve stands up, heading to walk out of your bedroom door.

“Actually, could you just get the fireplace started? I’m going to bring blankets down and lay in front of the fire to warm up.” You stand up, grabbing an armful of your blankets and pillows.

Steve wasn’t going to let it show that he was nervous and scared for your sake and he absolutely wasn’t going to say anything to you about it. He doesn’t want to drag you into the mess that he stumbled across when dating Nancy Wheeler. He felt better than you asked him to stay with you, he liked being able to keep an eye on you. He also always liked taking care of you and was never afraid to be around you when you were sick and you appreciated that.

You lay in the pile of your blankets on the floor in front of the fireplace, surrounded by used up tissues, packs of crackers and a bottle of sprite. Your nose stuffy, head congested, and the medicine that Steve found in the closet making you drowsy. All those combined along with you crying while watching E.T. made it hard for you to hear the knocking on the door or even Steve getting up to answer it.

“What the hell are you doing here, Steve?” A muffled sounding voice asks, bringing your attention to where Steve stands at the door.

“Who’s that?” You ask, shuffling over to the door and peeking around Steve to see Dustin, one of the kids Steve’s had hanging around who happens to live a few houses down. “Oh hi, Dustin.” You smile.

“Oh, did I interrupt something?” Dustin smirks, pointing out the clothing that sloppily hangs off your body. You have to admit, it looks like you threw them on in a hurry.

“No, she’s just sick. I’m taking care of her.” Steve looks at you with a small smile “(y/n), I need to talk to this little shit real quick. Are you okay by yourself for a few minutes?”

“I’m not dying. I promise I can take care of myself.” You laugh, “Nice seeing you Dustin.” You say with a little wave and turn around, going to make yourself comfortable in your nest of blankets.

Steve had his suspicions about what really happened last night. He was afraid that somehow for some reason you were dragged into the mess that him and the other’s now call their twisted life. To be honest he didn’t want to even freak the kids out about what was happening but he needed to let someone know what was possibly happening so they could be prepared.

When Steve walks back into the house you notice he looks stressed before he smiles wide at you. You can tell there’s something going on in that mind of his. He walks over and sits on the couch, motioning you over.

“How ya feeling?” He asks, wrapping his arm around you and pulling you into his chest.

“Sleepy but other than that I’m actually starting to feel a little better.” You breathe in the scent of Steve, the scent you’ve missed smelling. “Thank you got all this Steve… but you’re making this ‘taking it slow… friends for now’ thing a little difficult.” You confess looking up into his eyes.

“Is that right?” He chuckles, looking down into your eyes as lovingly as he used to.

“If I wasn’t sick I would so kiss you right now.” You say softly and lean your head back against his shoulder.

“I don’t mind.” His voice as smooth as your favorite soft serve at Dairy Queen. He uses one hand to lift your face to look back up at him, your faces only inches from each other. “I’d be more than happy to catch a cold from kissing you.”

He leans down and places his lips against yours ever so slightly in the softest kiss you’ve ever had. The kiss was slow and his lips moved with a passionate devotion. It was honestly the best kiss you ever had. When you pull away from Steve smiles and caresses your face.

“I’ve missed doing that.” He admits.

“Me too.” You smile looking down at your hands. You open your mouth to say something else but you are interrupted by a knock on the door. “I’ll get it.” You pat his chest as you stand up to walk to the door.

“I’m going to heat up some soup,” Steve says, standing up and walking to the kitchen.

You pull the front door open to come face-to-face with someone you never expected to be standing on your front porch. “Nancy?”

Tags: @yuukiahim @bilesxbilinskixlahey @the-ghostgirl-blog @vanitysfairr @yannii04 @alonewolfsblog @thgleslie @hushyourlies

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #stranger things #stranger things x reader #stranger things fandom #harrington x reader #steve harrington fic

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amethystina · 7 years ago

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Cougar/Jensen for 6 &22!

Alrighty then! Let’s see what I can come up with ;)

THE TROPES:6. Bookshop AU22. Space AU

Again, below the cut because I don’t want to swamp your dashes with my over-excited writing. Someone seriously needs to stop me.

Jake’s gig at the bookshop is pretty nice, all things considered, be it a career path he had never quite expected. He’s always been more fond of technology than books, but the money is surprisingly good and it’s not like he’s got anything better to do after deciding not to continue his career within the Army. He got the job as store manager at the small, obscure second-hand bookshop through a series of unlikely events involving kind, elderly neighbours, their children, and a fair share of luck.

Overall, Jake likes it. The books in the store are so old and weird that the only patrons are either obscenely rich collectors or obscenely eccentric enthusiasts.

Jake gets along better with the latter than the former, unsurprisingly, but that might just be because of his experience of growing up in a poor neighbourhood and the innate dislike he has for rich people.

Either way, he enjoys his job. He gets to spend most of his time playing games on his phone or reading through the insane amount of weird books in stock, which has taught him even more useless knowledge than his Googling. It’s a cushy job that allows him to spend the majority of his time as he likes, and most of his evenings with Jess and Beth. All in all, Jake is quite comfortable with his life.

That changes, however, when a stranger steps into the shop.

That in itself is pretty unusual since most of the patrons are regulars aside from the occasional hipster who wanders in looking for first editions of some book they love. And, to make matters worse, Jake can tell straight away that this is not a man he should take lightly.

Jake can’t put his finger on what it is about the man that unsettles him, but he seems off, somehow. Perhaps it’s the fact that his clothes have a weird cut, or maybe it’s the smooth, almost predatory way he moves. He’s clearly a fighter of some sort — Jake knows that walk from his years in the Army — which doesn’t calm him at all.

He tells himself it must be his imagination when the stranger’s eyes seem to flash gold for the briefest of seconds.

The man’s eyes are brown. A beautiful, dark, rich brown for sure, but brown, not gold.

To Jake’s infinite surprise, the man doesn’t seem to be there to rob the store. Instead, he smiles politely and asks for a book. It’s one they have — one of the old sci-fi novels about a prophecy and magic and lost princesses and whatnot. It is, admittedly, one of Jake’s favourites because of how utterly fantastic it is, and he’s very excited to find another person who is interested in it — be it someone who might also be a serial killer.

Jake fetches the book, talking all the while, but stop short when he notices the way the stranger is looking at him. There’s too much intensity in his dark gaze, as if he’s cataloging every inch of Jake with disturbing interest.

Jake is understandably uncomfortable and hands over the book, careful not to let their hands brush as he does so. The stranger looks down at the book, clearly amused, but says nothing more before he pays and leaves. Jake isn’t sure what that was about, but he knows for a fact that he doesn’t like it. He pushes it from his mind, however, writing it down as yet another weird customer and continues with his day.

Except, on his way home after closing up the shop, he sees the man again.

Jake is far too cautious not to notice someone following him and he is both unnerved and pissed at the man’s audacity. Before Jake has time to confront him, however, he is attacked by… well, Jake isn’t entirely sure.

They don’t look like anything he’s ever seen — black, insect-like things, except they’re the size of dogs and have far too many teeth for Jake’s liking. It’s like something out of a horror movie and the only thing that saves him from an early death are his reflexes, honed from years of training.

Well, that and the creepy stranger.

The man is suddenly there, cutting through the nightmare creatures with something that looks suspiciously like a lightsaber yet not at all, and Jake gives up on trying to follow the situation. He doesn’t even struggle when the man grabs his hand and drags him off down a narrow street, clearly intent on getting them away from whatever they’re now running from. As far as Jake’s concerned, he’ll take a creepy stranger over certain death.

It takes a while, but they eventually manage to shake the creatures. Before Jake has time to ask what the FUCK is going on and why THE HELL this stranger suddenly does have golden eyes after all — slitted like a cat’s and distractingly bright — the man mumbles a soft, “Sorry,” followed by a jolt of electricity that makes everything go black.

Jake wakes up in a foreign bed and has no idea where he is, but the man who apparently had the nerve to taze him is sitting calmly on a chair at the opposite side of the room, arms crossed over his chest and eyes keen. For a split second, Jake debates grabbing the weird-looking clock on the bedside table and throwing it at the man, but then his gaze happens to land on the window.

There are stars outside. Only stars. Just a wide expanse of stars, stretching out into what Jake knows is almost literal infinity.

“I have been kidnapped by aliens,” is what he blurts out, rather than the angry accusations he had intended.

The stranger tips his head as if to say “fair enough” but says nothing else. Jake has no idea what to do with that. He has no idea what to do with ANYTHING in his current surroundings. He’s in a room that is grey and bland and there’s soft humming of engines in the background and some kind of control panel on the wall and he is undeniably on a spaceship of some kind. And the man in front of him is some kind of alien because those eyes are not natural and Jake has to be dreaming.

Except he knows he’s not.

When he asks why he’s there — what the stranger wants from him — he’s told it’s for his protection. That makes no sense at all to Jake because he lives a dull, uneventful life since he left the Army and he certainly hasn’t done anything that warrants getting kidnapped by aliens.

When he keeps pushing, he gets an eye-roll for his troubles and the stranger reaches into his pocket and tosses something across the room. The book the stranger bought from the store lands in Jake’s lap and he looks down at it in confusion.

“It’s all real,” the stranger says, as if that’s enough of an explanation.

It isn’t.

When Jake points this out, the man sighs and tells him to read the book. Jake tells him that he already has — it’s one of his favourites. The man smiles at this, as if he finds that funny, but Jake doesn’t.

The book is about a rich, beautiful planet on the other side of the galaxy on which a civil war breaks out when the king is betrayed and assassinated. His five sons all battle for the throne, almost tearing their planet apart in the process, and they end up plotting and murdering each other as the story goes along. There are twists and turns and, eventually, the youngest brother is the only one who remains standing. But only after it has been revealed that he was the one who murdered their father, corrupted by the old, forbidden magic that runs through their planet.

Out of all the other children of the king, only the daughter survives. The princess flees from her planet in desperation and fear of her brother’s wrath, but the story ends with the prophecy of her return — how she will come back and take the throne from her brother and cleanse their planet of the foul magic once and for all.

Jake has always been disappointed that there’s wasn’t a sequel somewhere, where the princess does all the things the prophecy says that she will. Jake has looked far and wide, but there are no records of it anywhere and, since the book was written at the end of the last century, Jake knows the author isn’t likely to take requests, what with being dead and all.

“It’s all real,” the man repeats, nodding towards the book. “The lost princess. The prophecy.”

As much as Jake likes that thought, he’s still not pleased.

“And what does that have to do with me?” he asks.

Liking the story is hardly enough grounds to get kidnapped. He receives a flat look in return, followed by a shake of the man’s head.

“It is time,” he says, which isn’t foreboding at all. “For her return.”

Jake gets frustrated. “Again, what does that have to do with me?”

And then comes the words that completely rearranges Jake’s grasp on the world, himself, and the galaxy as a whole.

“Everything, Your Highness,” the man says. “Everything.”

I really need to stop here or else I’ll end up writing the whole thing and I don’t have time. But yeah! JAKE IS A SPACE PRINCESS! Because I say so.

So, like, the actual story would be about reclaiming the planet and falling in love with Cougar and all that lovely shit. Because I can’t think of short space AUs?

ANYWAY. I hope you enjoyed that ;)

#Amethystina Does Memes #Fanfiction Trope Mash-Up Meme #The Losers #Jake Jensen #Carlos 'Cougar' Alvarez #Anonymous

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Tomlinshaw Exchange 2017 Fic List

Thank you to everyone who participated: writers, pinch hitters, betas, britpickers, and readers!

Here’s the full collection on AO3.

Do You Smile To Tempt a Lover by allwaswell16 Nick Grimshaw is entranced by Louis, his very beautiful, very cheeky new coworker at The National Portrait Gallery. He watches him day after day, wondering what he’s furiously typing on his laptop over lunch. With a little help from the very bored barista in the gallery cafe, Nick finds himself growing closer to Louis than he ever dreamed possible.

Now that you’re here, I never want you to leave by wearetheluckyones “You like him,” He sing-songs, tugging off the pasta container’s lid. “Go fuck yourself.” Nick tells him as he finds plates, no actual bite behind his words. “Did you get the extra garlic bread? You ate it all last time.” “You gonna ask him out?” Harry asks, taking the two foil wrapped garlic breads from the bag and putting them on the counter. “I’m gonna give you the same answer I gave you last time you asked me that.” “You’re into him, he’s into you, what’s the big deal?” Harry asks, frowning, accepting the plate Nick hands him and dumping half the container of bacon and feta gnocchi onto it, and half the container of penne arrabbiata next to it. “You should just ask him out. There’s no harm in trying.” -*-*- Or, the one where Louis’s a drummer, Nick’s a radio DJ, and Louis’s dogs are menaces.

some velvet morning, years too late by tintedglasses A better adult probably would have changed their emergency contact information once they had convinced said contact that they wanted nothing to do with them, but Louis had never been very good at proper adult things. Besides, it’s not like he thought he’d ever need it. Or: Louis wakes up in the hospital with unfinished business at his bedside. Turns out Nick has some unfinished business, too.

(no such thing as) ordinary, love by dizzy Nick is an Uber driver in London and Louis ends up passed out in the back seat of his car.

The Sky At Night by sunsetmog There’s a little piece of paper on his bedside table, torn from the bottom of a notepad. Insomnia Alliance, it says, in Louis’s chicken scratch handwriting. 9pm-7am, then the telephone number. Or: Louis can’t sleep, and Nick’s the one who answers the phone in the middle of the night.

you can’t take the sky from me by mrsenjolras “Alright,” Nick says eventually. “You can stay till our next stop. But it’s not gonna come free.” Louis stiffens. He’s got money, sure, but he’s worried that that’s not the kind of payment Nick is looking for. “Oh, don’t look so scared,” Nick says, though. “We’re not stopping till we’re in the next system. Can you work?” “Oh,” Louis says, relieved. “Yeah, I can do pretty much anything.” “Great, well, welcome aboard the Pig Dog,” Nick says, extending a hand out for Louis to shake. Louis takes it, decidedly not thinking about how it’s larger than his own and also very warm and quite soft, and instead cocks his head. “Wait, your ship is called the Pig Dog?” [Or: the one where Louis stows away and gets more than he bargained for.]

Cigarette in my left hand, whole world in my right hand by wearetheluckyones Harry’s had some really bad ideas before, starting with the time he got pissed and jumped into the Thames stark naked, but this might take the fucking cake. Offering up Louis as a viable option for a model for Nick’s last photography project is ludicrous at best and a disaster waiting to happen at worst.

Know You Know You Got It Bad by taggiecb “I heard you on the radio.” Louis says. Okay, definitely not what he expected to hear. “Yes, I am on five days a week, sometimes more.” Nick replies. Seriously, what is up with this kid? “No no. That’s not what I meant.” Louis shakes his head and sighs heavily, as though Nick is the one being cryptic. “I heard what you said. To Fifi.” Louis pauses, but Nick takes a cue and stays quiet. He has a feeling that the more he talks, the longer this thing is going to draw out. Suddenly Louis is getting close, really close. Like, so close that Nick is wondering if Louis is about to kiss him. He doesn’t of course, he’s moving to talk into Nick’s ear. Which, Nick isn’t going to lie, affects him almost as much as a kiss might. The boy is fit. “About the chains and whips.” Now it’s Nick’s turn to blush and fumble Or Where a glib comment on the radio leads to one very interesting few weeks for Nick.

Those Summer Nights by YesIsAWorld Nick’s whirlwind summer romance ended when he left his dad’s beach house. Now it’s the first day of senior year, and Nick needs to avoid both the most popular boy at school and his friends’ probing questions.

Give Me One More Night With You by EmmyLouWho Louis turns up at Nick’s door on Saturday night, carrying a bottle of wine that he’d picked out at random at a Sainsburys on the way there. He’d spent ages trying to figure out what you were supposed to wear when you’re going over to somebody’s house so they can thank you for looking after their dog but really you were effectively keeping their dog hostage and you also think that that person is really cute and you’re trying not to be weird about it. His Google search had been, perhaps unsurprisingly, not very helpful. Or, the one where Pig turns up on Louis’ doorstep one day, and Louis has a crush.

Somebody Hurt You (I Know A Place) by writcraft An unexpected encounter brings Nick and Louis together but before they can tell anyone about their relationship an attack on Louis tears them both apart. Nick struggles to deal with the fact Louis no longer remembers their time together as Louis struggles with his injuries and nightmares in the aftermath of the attack. Together they help one another to heal and learn how to love all over again.

There Now, Steady Love by Jiksa Nick’s just had his heart broken, Louis is surprisingly careful with it. Or, the one where Nick’s a small time radio DJ & Louis’s a single dad trying to make it as a musician.

Go On, I Dare You by pwoperninjaelf Nick and Louis are camp counsellors that have spent their past few summers working at an American summer camp, eager for the paid trip abroad, but far less keen on one another. On the final day of camp last summer though, they ended up drunkenly hooking up, but never spoke about it again. Nick’s still not entirely sure what went down and why Louis bailed on him, but it’s okay. He’s just going to ignore it. Ignore Louis, which shouldn’t be too hard considering that’s what he’s been doing for the past few years already anyway. This summer is going to be just like all the others, honestly, nothing’s changed… An American summer camp AU, featuring two stupid boys who keep getting their wires crossed, a host of other familiar faces, all the old school band t-shirts and a camp that should probably keep a better check on their counsellors.

your crooked sleep beside me by nicalyse Louis Tomlinson is unexpected. In which Louis comes on the Breakfast Show and Nick starts to fall for him.

not that good of a person (but i might be for you) by neonmoonlight “Do you fucking mind?” Louis asked tensely, glaring at Nick. “You know, I thought naming your old ship after a greek goddess was some quirk of yours,” Nick started then gestured towards the book that Louis placed on his shelf. “But clearly, you have a thing.” “You make one more comment I will abandon you on a dying planet,” Louis said, turning back to his bag of things. He heard Nick scoff behind him before he left and let the door slide shut. Louis closed his eyes and took a deep breath to calm himself down before he went back to fix up his space. The one thing Louis wanted was for Nick to leave him alone, but that clearly wasn’t going to happen. or the one where nick and louis hate each other until they don’t and there’s a spaceship.

If This Is To End In Fire by Jiksa Apocalypse makes it sound a lot more glamorous than it actually is.

What about us? by octoberrose11 Ducking his head he mumbles out, “One of them might have passed out but her friend caught her before anything bad could have happened. Anyways! Don’t change the subject!” “What subject?” Anton drops himself gracefully into Liam’s lap, holding onto his shoulder to steady himself. “Who kicked Harry’s puppy?” “He’s mad that Tommo and Grim are practically fucking on the dance floor.” “They are not! They’re friends, barely friends. They only can stand each other because of me.” Twin unimpressed looks came across the other two’s faces. “I’m going to pretend that it’s the drinks that are making you act like that, Styles, because the man I know wouldn’t say such a thing about one of our best friends.” Liam waved Harry off when he opened his mouth to protest. “You dated both of them, Harry. You broke both of their hearts.”

It’s Like I’m Shootin’ With Broken Arrows by Saori Road trips are fun if you’re going with someone you can connect with. Riding on the highway with the radio on, eating junk food, taking selfies and making meaningless conversations, bantering about directions… That’s not exactly the case with Nick and Louis. There might be less connecting and more bickering. or, Nick and Louis miss the last plane, and they have two days to get to France. Traveling together might be the worst and best decision in their lives.

It couldn’t get better they say by happilylouie When Louis Tomlinson releases his new single “Miss you” he is set to appear on Nick Grimshaw’s morning show. Nick has a long time crush on Louis and maybe, just maybe, Nick can gather the courage to say something this time. What if Louis song is inspired not about a general situation, but maybe about a certain radio show host that he himself has had a crush on for a while. or Should be laughing, but there’s something wrong - How about we’ll make it right?!

I’ll Be Your Pride by YesIsAWorld Louis needled Nick into riding the Ferris wheel with him so he wouldn’t have to ride alone. Of course, they get stuck at the top and Louis has to help Nick through his paralyzing fear of heights.

This is different than in the movies! by definitelynotafan In which Nick’s new flat is haunted and the ghost has a weird thing about shoes.

All the Silver Moons by YesIsAWorld Nick wakes up in a strange hotel room and is apparently visiting Louis on tour. Which is really weird, because Louis doesn’t like him and they’ve never hung out without Harry as a buffer. And clearly Louis thinks they’re *together* together and Nick hasn’t the faintest idea what’s going on.

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Tied Together | 01

The last thing you needed when you had a demanding daughter and job was a divorce made difficult by your husband. Luckily for you, Min Yoongi—Seoul’s top divorce lawyer—stepped in to save the day. Well, more or less.

▸ PAIRING: Min Yoongi x Reader

▸ RATING & GENRE: PG-15 ; Angst, Fluff, Divorce Lawyer AU, Marriage AU

▸ WORD COUNT: 9,744 words

▸ A/N: Planned this fic a long time ago but it’s finally done alkwejrkwlejr second part where all the Real Action happens will be out soon!! I hope you like this :’) ALSO huge disclaimer I know nothing about law so I apologize for any inaccuracies!

Part One | Part Two

Divorces were rarely ever a clean slate. You’ve learned that through attending the trials and tribunals of family members, seen how much of a struggle and how costly everything was that plenty of the people you knew chose to stay in a miserable standstill with their partners.

For a little while, you figured that if you had the right resources and helping hands you would be able to sign a few documents and free yourself from all restraints, from the supposedly sacred bond that you and your once-loved one held together.

But things were never so black and white — not when he would never be happy unless you went through enough inconveniences to please him.

When you had married Sungjae years ago, it seemed as if things were finally falling into place. Sungjae was meant to be your happily ever after, your finalized end game to give you that everlasting affection. He had been everything you ever wanted — handsome, intelligent, charming. On top of his academics and extracurriculars that he excelled in, he had effortlessly swept you off your feet.

When the two of you finally got together in college, the label power couple had instantly been stuck on your backs and added weight upon your shoulders. You never thought of it that way before though. Both your competitiveness had driven you two forward, to the success you two so desperately craved. Graduating with honors and having scored a high-paying job in Seoul, you had hoped that you had your future set in stone. Add his proposal in to the mix and you were well on your way to the ideal life you had imagined for yourself ever since your childish mind conjured up a good fantasy of what your existence was supposed to be.

This was supposed to be the dream of all dreamers, a materialization of your imagination constructed from capitalized Disney movies and overdramatic television shows. You wanted what everyone else wanted.

Happiness.

It was a little cheesy to say aloud, but your successes had never been equated to your happiness. Seeing the despair that your family had been through, those who had tasted the highest forms of victory on their tongues, was clear enough evidence that materialistic possessions never lasted very long. Lifetime desolation buried in empty bottles of liquor and ringing screams across cold households seemed to be all that was left. Bars were raised high for people who had achieved what they had, the public’s eyes trained to catch their minutest mistakes to send their worlds crumbling down.

Perhaps you should’ve seen your own downfall coming too. Well, for your marriage at least. While your career skyrocketed and placed you on the position of a parter in your corporation, the love you shared with Sungjae had diminished and scattered like ashes, leaving only anger and impatience in its wake. An early marriage had been a warning from your friends, a warning you chose to ignore. The two of you had been too young, too ambitious. While at the time it had been a logical idea, what with Sungjae and you having been together for six years, held steady jobs, it was clear that that rationalization was not enough.

Then Sungjae lost everything. Economic instability had more than a handful of people, both low-ranking employees and higher-ups, scrambling to maintain their positions, to avoid adding onto the ever-growing unemployment line. It was a shameful place to be for those who had always had silver spoons in their mouths, just like Sungjae.

One thing led to another and, before you knew it, Sungjae had reached to alcohol to cope. The man who had once been so alive, so alight with joy and devotion, fell from his throne.

A divorce had never been on your agenda, not even through all the troublesome nights dealing with his intoxication, nor through the red and pink stains on the collars of his shirts. There were too many attachments, too many memories you clung onto. There was also that last string of hope you held onto, the one that gullibly believed that he would turn around and get his life back on track.

The final straw had been the one night Sungjae unsurprisingly returned with one too many drinks in his system, screaming about the lack of whiskey in the cabinet. You’ve dealt with it before, have a million times. But remember what you said about happiness?

You had found that in your daughter. If there was any saving grace to salvage your marriage and faith, it would be her.

However, Sungjae had jeopardized all that when he had resorted to violence, flinging ceramic plates against walls, shattering its pieces down the walls that fell too close to her. Your daughter had wept and ran with you in tow to console her.

Divorce papers were filed the following day.

Of course, his fierce character never faded. Thinking that Sungjae would go quietly had been an amateur’s mistake. He needed to have the last word each and every time. You should’ve known better than to let him slip through your fingers with flimsy documents prepared overnight. He began to claim too many things, collateral and investments written in contract in both your names, objects he didn’t even care for. But he would be damned if he went down without dragging you with him. So he pushed and pulled, demanded more than he actually wanted to lengthen the process. It wasn’t as if you could just surrender everything to him, you still had your dignity to hold onto. When even your lawyer began to grow frustrated with Sungjae’s antics, you had to call your final recourse.

“You’re getting a divorce?” Namjoon’s voice rang through the speaker and you quickly pulled away the receiver with a wince. His bewilderment was justified considering how close the three of you had been throughout your years of education, admittedly more to you than Sungjae.

After his undergrad years, Namjoon had traded in his custom frat varsities and stroll team (but not his brotherhood obviously, “Beta Tau for life!” he would say) for crisp suits in the courtroom, dick jokes dumped for legal jargon. The two of you had stayed in contact, catching up over coffee from time to time to complain over your respective occupational hazards, which included balding at a young age with how much stress you two put up with.

“Yeah,” you sighed, pressing your fingers to your temple, praying the goddamn headache that was your husband would magically disappear. The papers your first lawyer had prepared sat futilely in front of you, taunting you. After Sungjae had figuratively ripped his plan to shreds, your lawyer nearly resigned with the shit Sungjae put him through. “Long story short, Sungjae is an insufferable asshole I want to be rid of. I need your help.”

“I would,” he started, hesitance in his voice, “but divorce isn’t exactly my forte.”

“Do you know anyone who can help?” you pleaded, “it’ll really save my ass. I just want this to be over and done with, but my lawyer isn’t exactly an expert on handling problematic relationships.”

“Might I suggest a couples’ counselor?”

You drawled, “You’re funny.”

Namjoon chuckled, voice crackling with the static, “There is someone I know that might be able to help. He’s a bit of a hard ass but he’s a good guy, even better at his job. I went to law school with him so hopefully I can call in a favor.”

The relief that flooded your entire body was almost immediate. You sighed, “That’ll be fantastic. I’m really sorry that this is the first thing I’m hitting you up about. It’s a pretty bad way to reconnect when we haven’t spoken in nearly two months.”

“Don’t sweat it, sweetheart,” he scoffed, “we’re friends. I’ve got your back. I always knew Sungjae was a douchebag.” You snorted at that because Namjoon had been one of many that rooted heavily for your relationship, always shoving you in Sungjae’s direction until you tied the knot. “Anyhow, I will give him a ring. Only problem is that he’s a masochist and would usually turn down easy cases. Yours is a cinch for him.”

“Honestly, I’ll take anyone at this point.”

Namjoon laughed again, the familiar sound putting your heart at ease. At least one of you were calm about this entire debacle. “Babe, I’m giving you the best divorce lawyer in Seoul, maybe all of Korea if he had a more refined public persona. He’ll make sure you get everything you want and more.”

“You’re amazing and I love you,” you grinned, “I owe you a drink, my friend.”

“Make that two and a lunch date,” he corrected teasingly, “I’ve got an appointment in a few minutes so I have to run. I’ll call him and fax you his details. In addition to that, I will personally ensure that he agrees to see you.”

This other lawyer already sounded like a fantastic time (note the sarcasm). “How are you such an angel?” Your secretary entered and handed over the checks to sign for the day. You quickly scribbled on them while keeping your phone pressed to your ear before handing them back to her. “Thank you so much again,” you breathed, “we definitely have to meet soon.”

“You got it. Stay solid, babe.”

Namjoon was a godsend. Now, all you had to do was wait for this supposedly qualified lawyer and hope to God that Sungjae wouldn’t fuck up anything else in the process.

Yoongi wanted to cry and die simultaneously. His head was pounding with the force of a million jackhammers as he clutched his phone in his hand. He growled at the man on the other side of the call, “If he can’t pull his shit together, I can’t get him what he needs. If he can’t work with me, then he shouldn’t have called me. Tell him I won’t finish the case — hell, I’ll make sure his wife gets everything he wanted in his papers — if he doesn’t stop harassing her through every possible social media platform. What is he, sixteen?”

He finally dropped the device back into the receiver, mumbling something about fucking millenials before he returned his attention to his computer screen. His emails were piling up and his secretary certainly wasn’t doing things fast enough to filter through the unnecessary spam that kept adding onto the growing list. So many requests, so many teary-eyed desperate pleas Yoongi wished he could fling out the window.

Sometimes, he wondered why people even got married if they were going to waste more money on their divorce than their wedding. His service was costly, he acknowledged that years ago when he priced his practice, but it was a worthwhile investment.

“Sir,” his secretary knocked, peeking his head in. Christ, what was it now? “Mr. Kim is here to see you.”

Guests? Without an appointment? People really did have a death wish, including his secretary. “What did I say about not booking meeting times, Heechul?”

Heechul seemed to falter for a second, fear igniting in his eyes. “I—um, the man insisted, I couldn’t—”

“Do you humor the insistence of every guest, Heechul?”

His patience was wearing thin with the deficiency of a good night’s sleep over the past few… months. All he wanted to do was swallow a few pills and knock the fuck out, enjoy one night of blissful ignorance towards all the couples drowning his email with the need to terminate whatever was left of their holy matrimony.

“Just this one.” Another voice interrupted, this time a familiar face appearing before him. Namjoon popped into the room, smiling unapologetically. Heechul quickly scampered out of the room in the window of opportunity. Chuckling, the younger man walked towards Yoongi’s desk. His eyes scanned over the amount of work that was visible on the table. “You should be nicer to him, he could poison your coffee.”

That would be a sweet escape from this death trap. Yoongi sighed, gesturing to the vacant seat across from him. If there was anything he could do without, it would be Namjoon’s criticism of his work ethic. So he wasn’t the best boss in the world, but he paid handsomely for people who offered him quality competence. “What brings you here, Namjoon?”

“You didn’t answer my calls,” Namjoon shrugged, waving his phone in the air.

That reminded him, where was his cellphone? He hadn’t touched it in ages. “I’ve been busy,” he replied simply.

“Too busy to answer a friend’s call?” Namjoon gasped, “how endearing of you.”

Yoongi’s jaw ticked. “What do you want?”

“I have a favor to ask.”

Now that was strange. The two had only advanced their acquaintanceship due to their somewhat similar fields and somewhat overlapping social circles, but Namjoon was always too prideful to ask people for favors. Yoongi was the same, he supposed. Owing others gratitude was never particularly favorable when they came to collect.

“What is it?”

“A friend’s getting divorced, she wants it clean.”

Lord help him. Was Namjoon pulling his leg? Breathe, Yoongi, breathe. “Alright,” he nodded curtly, returning his attention back to his inbox, “I’ll hook you up with someone from the firm. I’ll send the details to you tonight.” Another on his to-do list.

“Can you do it?” Namjoon added into Yoongi’s narrowing tolerance. “I know you’re busy, but I promise this one will be quick. Her husband’s a dick and, with you, she could be guaranteed everything.”

“So why are you asking me specifically? I told you I would get someone else to resolve it.”

“She’s a close friend, Yoongi.” Namjoon’s voice softened. “I don’t want want to leave her in the hands of someone incompetent who do things half-assed.”

Yoongi narrowed his eyes at him, taking offense in his words. “Are you saying that my firm does things half-assed?”

“No, no,” Namjoon quickly righted, clearing his throat, “I’m saying I trust you more than anyone else. You’re the best divorce lawyer I know. She’s a wonderful person and I really want things to work out well for her.” Don’t we all. “She’s got a daughter too, I’m concerned about that. Cute thing, not even finished with primary school but already so sassy with a sharp tongue. You’d like her.”

“Great,” he mumbled noncommittally.

“Yoongi, please,” the younger pressed again, “I wouldn’t be asking you if I didn’t have utter faith in your skills.”

A flatterer. Namjoon seemed to know just the way to his bloated ego. Yoongi finally huffed, tearing his eyes away from his screen to see Namjoon’s pleading eyes. They were practically screaming for help, a skill he had mastered in college whenever he wanted sympathy. “God, fine,” he grunted, “if it’ll get you to shut up and get out, then fine. I’ll look over her case. Tell her to send in an official request and the documents she has so far so I can go over them.”

“You, my dear comrade, are a lifesaver,” Namjoon beamed, dimples dipping in his cheeks, “thank you so much, Yoongi.”

Yoongi waved him off, “It’s fine. Is that all?”

“Oh,” he paused, “can you drop by her office too? She’s quite busy these days so I’m not sure if she can make the time to come down here—”

The elder’s threatening glare was enough to seal his lips. Yoongi loved his friend, but he was this close to lifting the man himself and kicking him out the door. “We may be close, Namjoon, but this woman is a stranger. If she needs the help, we can correspond through emails. I don’t have time to spare the next two months yet I’m making the time to do this. If she can’t accommodate my time then I can assign her to someone else, which at this point I’m very tempted to do.”

Namjoon pouted, his attempt at acting cute was not boding well with the already exhausted elder. “Should I call Jimin in to convince you?” That question had Yoongi scowling. Jimin was one of his closest friends, bordering on winning the title of his mother, and his puppy dog eyes were admittedly one of Yoongi’s few weaknesses. Jimin was also susceptible to sob stories, especially divorces. He always whined about how Yoongi was working against it instead of for it. The kid was an angel, but if he caught wind of Namjoon himself asking Yoongi for help for a divorce, it might just be his undoing.

“My office. If she has her documents by tonight, I can squeeze her in before my eleven o’clock.”

The other looked simply shameless as he stood up, flashing a dazzling smile he saved for moments of triumph. Obviously, he was all too pleased with himself. “Thank you very much, Yoongi. I owe you one.”

“You owe me ten, better break that checkbook, you’re buying my groceries for the next four years.”

Namjoon snorted, “Yeah, like you even cook. Do you even go home anymore? This place sort of smells.”

“You just asked me for help, you don’t have a right to complain. Now leave, I have work to do.”

“Aye, aye, captain.”

On your way home, Namjoon had called to deliver the good news. “He agreed to meet you at his office. Be careful, he bites.”

The forewarning was almost ominous and comical at the same time, you weren’t quite sure how to process that bit of information. You profusely thanked him for his help and promised to send him a bottle of champagne for his office. Parking your car in the driveway, you looked up to find the kitchen light on. A small part of you hoped that wasn’t Sungjae digging through your supplies for more drinks. You sighed and made your way inside, heels clicking on the cemented ground and then on your marble floor.

“Mom!” The squeal reached your ears first before you felt a heaviness around your legs. Your daughter, Mia, had wound her small arms to keep you trapped. “You’re back early today,” she grinned, front teeth missing.

“Yep,” you grinned, ruffling her hair. She scowled but giggled nevertheless, fixing up her hair. “Thought I’d cook dinner for you, little monster.”

Mia let a small groan bubble up her throat as she smoothed her dress and pouted up at you. “Does that mean we’re having pasta again?”

This kid. Such a demanding little thing. “Don’t complain,” you huffed right back, “your mother is doing this out of the kindness of her own heart. Where’s the babysitter?” It was strange. Bora was usually there to greet you when you returned, but it was suspicious that—

“I told her to go home,” Mia shrugged as if it was normal for a ten year old to instruct her babysitter to leave, as if it was normal that her babysitter complied.

“And she listened?” you stared at her incredulously.

“I gave her a little bit of encouragement,” Mia grinned, eyes crinkling innocently. Any other time, you would be happy over how adorable she looked, but this was another story altogether.

You cleared your throat, crouching down to her level, “And where did you get this ‘encouragement’ from?”

“I forgot,” she shrugged.

You squinted, “Mia.”

The little devil pursed her lips together, gaze darting everywhere except for you. “I may or may not have sold one of my Barbies to a classmate.”

“Mia, how did you even—actually,” you took a deep breath, looking up to the heavens for some semblance of assistance from a higher power, “do I want to know?” In return, she offered a toothy grin, confirming that she was on the far end of the innocence spectrum. Sometimes you wondered whether she really was ten when she was already exploiting her classmates for cash with toys.

Choosing to drop the matter for now and making a mental note to reprimand Bora later, you focused on preparing dinner. The two of you settled at the countered once the food was ready, Mia chattering animatedly about her day. It had been quite some time since you’ve had the hours to spare to talk to her. Work kept you away from home too often, too late in the day that when you returned home Mia would be fast asleep. A babysitter was usually enlisted to care for her during those days, other times your parents would arrive to help (and they loved spoiling her rotten). Sungjae? You never even attempted to count on him.

“What’s wrong?” Mia’s voice slipped through the cracks of your thoughts. Her big eyes peered at you curiously as if she already knew.

Guilt seeped into your pores, filling your veins and flooding your entire system with remorse. “Nothing, honey. Why?” You pushed your lips to curve into a smile, hoping to appease the concern dripping in her voice.

“You have wrinkles here,” she pointed to her own forehead, “that’s when you’re stressing out.”

You giggled, flicking her forehead playfully and earning a scowl. “Maybe I’m just getting old.”

She tilted her head from side to side, grinning, “I know you’re not that old. Not old enough for wrinkles anyway.”

Narrowing your eyes playfully at her, you leaned closer. “Are you calling me old?”

Mia opted to stuff her mouth with spaghetti instead. Good answer.

Min & Jung Law Firm was a surprisingly modest infrastructure just twenty minutes away from your own office. You arrived earlier than expected to the sleek glass building, sunlight reflecting rainbows off its window panes. The receptionist led you inside and instructed you to wait in an empty room. A man sitting nearby in front of a door paid you no mind, you were probably one of many in this busy place. You quickly typed out emails on your phone to clients to ensure that everyone was updated, as well as texting your secretary to man the fort in your absence.

The plan for your divorce had been kept on the down low—on the very down low—with the exception of Namjoon. The last thing you wanted was for rumors to release to the press and swaying your business prospects away. The industry was already difficult enough for a woman, throw in a divorce into the equation and you could already picture the labels stuck upon the company as if your romantic endeavors had anything to do with your professional career. You could imagine the headlines: “Divorces! No commitment, no business?” Sighing, you locked your phone when a door creaked open.

There were two voices that carried down the hallway before a man in a suit stepped out. His hair was a shocking shade of orange, almost blinding, but it flattered the man’s features. When the man spotted you to the side and turned to face you, you noticed how incredibly young he looked with the softest attributes and lips thick enough to make you jealous. He must be a great kisser. Blinking curiously at you, he approached you with a tilt of his head, “Are you Yoongi-hyung’s girlfriend?”

Yoongi—wasn’t that the name of your lawyer? You were dragged away from your admiration for the stranger to stare at him in confusion. “Uh, no?”

“Oh,” he deflated, lips turned down. “You’re really pretty and you’re earlier than most of his clients so I figured—anyway, sorry,” he grinned, “didn’t mean to assume, I got a little excited there. Hope you have a good meeting!” Without any further explanation or provision of context, he was jumping into the elevator and disappearing with the smile still on his face.

Before you could contemplate the oddity further, the man sitting by the door was already calling you and shuffling you towards the office. He paused to briefly introduce your presence, “Sir, your 9 AM is here.”

The second you stepped in, all your expectations flew out the window. Namjoon’s description of your lawyer being grumpy and temperamental had painted a somewhat more terrifying image in your mind than the actual man standing before you then. The first thing you noted was how the man looked younger than expected and, when he stood, he was definitely shorter than expected. Nothing like Namjoon’s ridiculous height. Yoongi still towered over you, especially with the stern look in his eyes that seemed as if it was shrinking you. Lawyer eyes, you supposed.

“His name’s Min Yoongi. He’s scary when you meet him for the first time—” No shit, Namjoon, thanks for the heads up “—but he’s a good guy and he’ll take good care of you. Let me know if you need anything else!”

You gulped down Namjoon’s words and shook the man’s outstretched hand. “Good morning, Yoongi-ssi. Thank you so much for taking the time to meet with me.” You accepted his offer to sit across from you as he went back to his own leather seat.

“Good morning,” he began, “with Namjoon on my ass about it, I didn’t really have a choice.” There was a bite to his words that startled you somewhat and it seemed to be evident when he quickly cleared his throat to clarify. “My apologies, that was uncalled for. The kid earlier seems to have gotten more to me than expected.” He must be referring to the orange-haired man. “I looked over your files last night,” he turned the conversation smoothly, “and it should be simple. I’ll guarantee that you get everything from the dirt underneath your house to the sky above it.”

There was a hint of an accent in his syllables, very slight, but it made you wonder where he was from. You pressed your lips together before adding, “Ah, about that, I appreciate that you can promise everything to me. But I would like to leave a few assets to him, just a few pieces of collateral that I think he could still benefit from.”

One of his eyebrows raised curiously. “You want to willingly give him some of your shared property?” He looked absolutely puzzled and understandably so.

You licked your lips, shifting in your seat. His gaze dropped to them for a fraction of a second before he caught himself and looked back at you. “He’s my husband,” you said softly, “he was my friend first. I can’t take everything from him.”

There was a twitch to his lips and you weren’t sure whether that was a good sign or not. “I understand your sympathy for him, but I’d like to bear warning to you now that going soft in a divorce is not the best option.”

“Going soft isn’t the same thing as being compassionate,” you retorted, “I’m not going to strip him clean of everything and leave him dry when I know his reasons. That would be rather cold, wouldn’t it?”

Yoongi remained silent for a beat then two. It was clear that he wasn’t a fan of your methods, but it was still your divorce so he couldn’t argue with you on those grounds—not unless it was needed. He simply nodded and jotted down notes on your documents in front of him. Your eyes roamed his office, a clean setting with a couple of bookshelves nestled to the side filled with volumes thick enough to be paperweight, figurines that were curiously colorful rather than elegant pieces. If you conjured up a stereotypical picture of a frigid lawyer’s office, this would be exactly it.

Meanwhile, Yoongi was keeping his mind occupied on both your case and you. You were admittedly younger than he had presumed—one of his youngest so far. And you already had a daughter. You were beautiful and you had momentarily taken his breath away when you first introduced yourself to him. However, you were just another woman, one of many, and another of his clients, one of many.

He might also be ignoring the strange nagging feeling at the back of his mind that might’ve indicated otherwise. A sign that he wasn’t quite used to having about a customer. The toughness that soaked your voice was a far cry from the damsel in distress image he had pinned on you when Namjoon brought you up.

Yoongi liked that—liked his clients tough, liked his women tougher.

Maybe he really was a masochist.

Shaking the useless thoughts out of his mind, he passed a few pieces of paper to you. “Contract. I make sure my clients understand that I will ensure my services until the end, and, should they choose to break the agreement, there would be penalty involved as I have invested my time and expertise into it. The same applies to me if I decide not to finish a case.”

You briefly skimmed over the paragraphs and bullet points before signing. “Done.”

Yoongi wanted to say that you were a bit reckless but kept his lips shut. “Since this is a personal favor, I will offer you one more opportunity to reconsider. You’re positive about this? The divorce?”

You blinked at him, perplexed, “I hardly find this outcome positive, but it is necessary. What do you mean?”

“I know couples tend to have cold feet to a commitment as great as this, especially since it involves their loved ones. I always make sure my clients are certain that this is exactly what they want.”

Were you certain? Memories in a stream of pictures came flowing through your mind. You and Sungjae throughout college. The nights you both spent curled up in bed, toasting glasses of wine, complaining about professors and assignments. Staying up late in the library and his bringing you warm drinks, a soft gesture that always reached into your heart. His kind smile. Then his proposal, the immense diamond and affection he had presented to you. The joy that had engulfed your heart. The wedding. White lace and roses scattered all over the ceremony hall. Family and friends all gathered for the wondrous ceremony.

The feelings you held for him were strong, you knew. But over the years, those feelings had been replaced by too many arguments, too many nights spent crying over him, worrying over what he was doing. His screaming at you that he was going to be fine, that he was going to take care of the family. False promises. His voice bouncing off the walls. Plates smashing on the ground and broken pieces of Johnny Walker bottles across the kitchen floor. Then Mia.

Mia.

She was what your world revolved around. This wasn’t the way you wanted it to end—Sungjae was no longer a man who held your heart, but a man who had shattered it to pieces. You couldn’t have his behavior influencing her future. Not if everything you’ve done thus far had proved fruitless. Not the counseling, not the group therapy, not your own misery.

Strengthening your resolve, you looked up at him with a determined flame in your gaze. The anger might have disappeared from you a long time ago, leaving a numbing sadness and disappointment that never dissipated. The life you had envisioned for the two of you was nothing more than a mirage in this finite period of romance. All you could do at that point was swallow the consequences of your actions.

“I’m sure,” you nodded.

“Alright, it’s set then. I look forward to working with you.”

Believing that Namjoon would keep your divorce a hush hush had obviously been blind faith. You thought that speaking to him about it and then proceeding privately with Yoongi had been a great idea to keep the spread of information low key and eschew complications and distractions while you tied up the last strings of this issue.

Only one problem.

Yoongi was going over the documents in the meeting room or your office, settled across from you. His sudden, unannounced arrival had caused a stir in your workplace. This was due to the fact that you never took in unscheduled meetings, but you did his. He had shown up out of the blue and told you that he couldn’t get in touch with you, this seeming to irritate him more than anything. It was most definitely your fault since you tended to abandon your phone whenever you immersed yourself in your tasks.

His presence had generated a sudden influx of fabricated stories flying across cubicles and passed over telephone calls, reaching all of your employees and inevitably you. Speculations about a new boyfriend or a secret rendezvous bounced off each person, producing a ridiculously painful headache for you. Most of the people who worked for and with you knew how strict you could be when dealing with unorganized assignments, but also knew that you were somewhat of a softie at heart—a fact they took advantage of from time to time. The thought of you having an affair was ultimately scandalous. Even your secretary abandoned the tight camaraderie to hop in on the fun, winking at you and mouthing something along the lines of he’s cute as she closed the door behind the room.

That had been a hectic morning and you could still see some of them peeking over the walls of their boxes to catch a glimpse of the mysterious man in the meeting room. They were going to get an earful later.

Yoongi was discussing your financial documents when you received a notification from Namjoon, prompting you to look at your screen for the text.

Namjoon [ 12:45 PM ]: I’m sorry

What the— your phone blasted a song that had Yoongi glaring at the deafening device as it cut through his speech and train of thought. After working with him for a week, you realized how particular of a man he was and apologized quietly before answering it. “Sorry, my mom,” you mumbled to him only to be greeted by a screech.

“You’re getting a divorce?!”

Fucking Namjoon.

“Mom—”

“You’re getting a divorce and I had to hear it from Namjoon? Your own mother had to hear about your divorce from Kim Namjoon?”

You squeezed your eyes shut, the pounding in your head seeming to crescendo with her every word. Parents were going to be the death of you if this divorce wasn’t. Why your mother was even speaking with Namjoon was a curious thing as well, it wasn’t as if they were best buddies who had afternoon tea every once in a while. “Mom, please keep it down, I think your neighbors can hear you.”

Your mother scoffed, “Oh, that girl can go screw herself. I can hear her and her boyfriend every night! It’s ridiculous how loud they get. I’ve had it with their thumping anyway.” Jesus Christ.

“Mom!” you chided. Yoongi perked up at your tone, raising an eyebrow in question. You were as confused about the call as he was. Offering an apologetic look, you grumbled into the phone again, “Look, I’m in a meeting right now so can we talk about—”

“This is your divorce!” she interrupted again.

“And I’m currently talking to my lawyer about it, so please—”

“When were you going to tell me?” she pressed again as if this was more important than your actual divorce, “when you’re eighty and I realize that Sungjae has been gone long enough?”

You sighed, “Don’t be so dramatic, Mother.” Then added quietly under your breath, “I was going to tell you once it was over.”

“I’m your mother.”

“And I’m getting death glares from my lawyer who’s very, very mean,” you argued. Yoongi looked insulted at the accusation, glaring at you, though they weren’t exactly death glares. He clearly wasn’t a fan of the name you had plastered on him. “Anyway, why were you even talking to Namjoon?”

“He was worried that we weren’t dealing well with something we didn’t even know was happening!”

You were going to slaughter Namjoon after this whole issue was settled. “I’ll call you back,” you huffed.

“Let me talk to that lawyer if he has any complaints.”

“Mother, I will call you back.” Before you could hear another round of arguments, the genetic stubbornness preventing her from ending the conversation unless she had won, you quickly hung up and set your phone to the side after putting it on silent. You weren’t going to hear the end of hanging up on her, but that was a matter for another time. “Sorry about that. Namjoon fucked up and told my mother.”

Yoongi looked partly amused and partly bemused. “You didn’t tell your parents?”

You shrugged, “They let me have free reign over my own life and choices, usually supporting me in whatever I decide on. They trust me so I tend to not mention details until whatever it is is done if it’s important, including college and all.”

“This is a divorce.”

“They were cool with Sungjae but never got too attached because they were busy with themselves too. It’s really no big deal.”

Yoongi looked surprised. And you weren’t sure why? Maybe you had come off too sentimental and sympathetic. He probably expected you to be the pampered type, always coddled by your loving parents.

“Should I be offended that you look shocked right now?”

“Not at all,” he coughed, “it’s not a bad thing really. I’m just genuinely surprised. I pictured you more of the tight family type.”

“Really?” That was interesting. Though, thinking about it now, you supposed it was justified how he could come to that conclusion. You could be a dead romantic, but you were also quite realistic. Your parents, what with their fitted and full schedules, had granted you independence from day one. The two of them were even still at their respective jobs until today instead of retiring like you had suggested. Although the three of you were close, keeping things from them to yourself wasn’t a rarity. “Intriguing,” you muttered, “what about you? Are you the ‘tight family’ type?”

He snorted, “Hardly. I haven’t talked to my mother since her messy divorce. She’s out there somewhere, hopefully, probably with one of her many boyfriends. My father’s back in Daegu, wood carver, though we don’t quite talk anymore.”

You winced, cursing yourself for touching what seemed to be a personal subject.

“Don’t say your sorry, there’s no need for sympathy,” he laughed, “it’s been a while. I don’t mind it that much anymore. I check in on my father from time to time, but he seems to be managing well on his own so I tend not to pry too much. He doesn’t seem to want the help, with my being a reminder of what he lost, so I’ve given up along time ago.”

“Even if you’ve given things, sometimes things stay painful if it reoccurs,” you murmured, “and that’s okay.”

Yoongi fidgeted slightly, pinching his lips together. “It just makes it more tolerable, I suppose.” The stiffness in his posture was noticeable and you decided that dropping the matter would probably be best. Yoongi followed your lead and returned to the main reason why he was there in the first place. “Your financials are great and it’ll be enough to assign Mia’s full custody to you. As for everything else…”

“I’m not sure what would be appropriate honestly,” you admitted, teeth catching your bottom lip in wary. “I know that if I ask you, you’d tell me to just take everything.” Yoongi hid his smirk and waited for you to continue. “But I only want to make sure he has enough to get by.”

“You’re all heart,” he said with a shake of his head. You almost felt slighted by the sentiment, but you stopped yourself when you saw the teasing smile on his lips. It was cute, small, and definitely softened his tougher facade if anything. He looked less intimidating. He should smile more often. “Well,” he started again, “how about your daughter?”

You nodded, feeling your heart bloom with warmth and joy at the same time. She was a bundle of sunshine neatly tied with a ribbon of sass. You never quite figured out where she inherited all her energy and wit from. “What about her?”

“Tell me about her,” he requested gently.

Mia. How did you even begin to describe Mia? “She’s great, she’s ten. Very smart, top of her class and always getting into trouble.” The thought drew a small laugh from your throat.

His own lips twitched again in amusement. Pride tugged at your ego for having elicited one and a half smile out of him. Score. This was probably your biggest accomplishment of the year. “She sounds like a real keeper.”

“She is,” you sighed, “I’m just not sure how to break the news to her. I’m scared how she’ll respond to all of it. She’s so young, yet so wise beyond her age. A divorce is still a divorce, and I know how much it can affect children. I’m terrified that it might affect her or her future views on anything remotely romantic. I’ve seen studies on that. As tough and intelligent she is, I don’t want her to end up a complete cynic.”

There was silence then.

You weren’t quite sure how Yoongi would react to your sudden spillage of emotions and your body reacted almost instantly, a flush decorating your face in embarrassment. “Sorry, didn’t mean to just do an instant heart-to-heart.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Yoongi chuckled, looking at you with amiability, “I usually avoid my clients’ stories to keep some distance—” you were ready to apologize “—but I appreciate you telling me. I think it’s kind of you to consider the long-term effects for such a permanent decision. I’m sure your daughter will appreciate it as well. She has a great mother after all.”

Speechless, you couldn’t do anything except bite down on your lip again. You cleared your throat, unsure of how to respond to his well meaning words.

Yoongi coughed, “But, since I’m a complete cynic, I take full offense in that.”

You opened your mouth again, apology gleaming in your eyes. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make it sound like a bad thing. Cynics are great too, I mean, you’re very pragmatic about the world and that’s very important to stay grounded.”

Your word vomit had him rolling his eyes but not without the threat of a grin on his lips. “I’m kidding,” he stressed, “it’s a joke. I made a joke. Get it? Ha ha. Tried to make you laugh.”

The words sounded so foreign leaving his mouth and, once what he said dawned upon his realization, his face colored a shade darker, the rosy hue giving his pale face an endearing glow. You could only manage a small “oh” in response, which proved to humiliate him further.

Clearing his throat, Yoongi chose to redirect the conversation back on route. “Anyway,” he coughed awkwardly, “what I meant to say was that it’s alright to give it time. You do have to explain things to her eventually, before things are finalized though. It will give her time to churn everything. She may be furious like any other child would be with a huge change in their life, but she will come to realize why you did what you did. Like you said, she is a smart one so I’m sure she’ll understand that you have her best intentions at heart.”

The burden in your heart seemed to lighten, floating the weight away with your worries. Yoongi could be blunt, could come off as a little standoffish, but you trusted his instincts to have faith in his wisdom. It was the sort of practical comfort that reassured you that maybe everything was going to be just fine. “Thanks, Yoongi,” you whispered.

He raised an eyebrow, “Dropping the honorifics already?”

You snorted, wiggling your finger at him, “You know everything about my personal life now—my marriage, my kid, my job. Hell, you even have my bank statements. We’re basically best friends.”

He rolled his eyes, turning his gaze back to the documents in his hands, but you didn’t miss the way his lips adorably quirked up on the corners. That counted for two smiles, right? You grinned right back at him.

That day, Yoongi had left your office in a flurry, realizing that he had been indulging too happily in the delicious coffee you had prepared for him that the meeting he had half an hour later slipped his mind. You hadn’t seen the man since. The two of you were caught in the whirlwind of your professions, seeing the workload begin to build on your desks as the days went by. While Yoongi shared bits and pieces of the ridiculous clients he was working with, you gave some insight into how tiring your own employees could be.

However, the divorce was a matter still at hand. With you both having been so swamped with work, it was near impossible to work over weekdays. This was why you decided to invite Yoongi over bright and early on Sunday morning. It was the only time he had off for the month that worked with your own schedule to finalize the last details of the agreement you were to bring to court. The week had gone by in a blur and, before you knew it, the end of the week had arrived, which meant that you had to face Yoongi, Mia, and your parents.

As your luck would provide, all of those affairs bumped into each other that fateful day.

The platinum-haired man was seated in your dining room, nursing a cup of black coffee you had brewed up as you got Mia ready for her playdate ( “it’s not a playdate, it’s actual serious business!” ).

Your parents had arrived around the same time Yoongi had, the two parties regarding each other with vague interest as they stood next to each other by your doorway.

Your mother’s first instinct was to greet you with a “I’m disowning you for having kept this a secret from me.”

Yoongi had choked a little at the statement but you casted his surprise aside, far from astounded by your mother’s renouncement of her motherhood. “Yes, mom,” you drawled, “alright. You’ve made the same threat since I was six, it doesn’t work anymore. Come in, come in. I made breakfast already so get settled.”

Introducing Yoongi to your parents as a single, successful lawyer was your first mistake. Key word: single. That seemed to be the only word that mattered to your mother who immediately began assessing the possibility of his being a future in-law, ignoring the obvious fact that you were still married. Your father, on the other hand, had taken a more protective stance as he seemed to square up the lad with a stern look.

God, could they be anymore embarrassing? You weren’t five.

“This girl, honestly,” your mother huffed to Yoongi who seemed to be straining to appear relaxed. “I cannot bring myself to believe Sungjae was such a man. I thought he was rather handsome at first, both in his character and looks, but now his attitude is completely unbecoming.”

“He was a good guy, Mom,” you defended, “shit happens, can’t help it.”

“That’s hardly an excuse for poor behavior,” she scoffed, turning to Yoongi and patting his shoulder. You could see Yoongi visibly stiffen further. “Look at this man here. A world of bitterness in his eyes but you don’t see him sulking like a child.”

“Mom!” you scolded, squeezing your eyes shut before turning to Yoongi with an apologetic glance. Your mother’s words seemed to humor rather than insult him. “I am so sorry, Yoongi. My mother here does not have a filter.”

“Quite alright,” he murmured thoughtfully, expression unreadable as he hid his emotion behind the steaming cup. He instead looked down to scan over his papers again.

Your mother harrumphed, pointing her nose to the air, “We’re more than happy to cover the costs of the legal obligations. I refuse to let my granddaughter be exposed to such a toxic environment where her father is nonexistent. I’ll put my absolute faith in you, Yoongi-ssi.”

You huffed, glaring at her, “I can afford to pay my own lawyer for his services, Mother.”

“We just want to be assured that you can wipe your hands clean of a man without balls.”

“Mother! Do not speak of his—oh my God, don’t, just don’t.”

“You’ve seen it first hand,” she grumbled, “you know it’s true.”

“Mother!”

Yoongi followed the exchange with mirth dancing in his eyes. However, that happiness was short-lived when your mom directed her attention towards him again, asking him an array of questions, some leaving the great Min Yoongi looking utterly mortified. You had to banish your parents into the living room where you could still hear their complaints.

“God,” you massaged your forehead, pressing the migraine away, “I’m so sorry, it’s been such a mess of a morning for me.” You were barely dressed, only clad in a loose t-shirt and a pair of shorts that were both wrinkled with sleep. “My parents will be out of ours hairs soon, hopefully,” you muttered under your breath, “and so will Mia.”

Luckily for you, Mia barely had the chance to examine Yoongi’s presence with her big, curious eyes. She was quickly strapped to the backseat of your parents’ car once she was dressed and ready to go. You swiftly placed a kiss on her forehead, telling her to behave for your parents before watching them disappear down the street.

“Sorry about the hassle, I must be intruding into too much of your time,” you offered a remorseful look.

“Don’t worry about it,” he waved it off. Funny, you figured that, by this point, he might’ve called the entire morning a waste of his resources and precious hours. Instead, the only thing you could find in his eyes was hilarity.

“What?” you asked.

He echoed in confusion, “What?”

“You’re smiling.”

“I’m not,” he rejected with a failed effort to suppress his grin.

“You are,” you insisted, squinting at him, “what’s so funny?”

The corners of his lips tugged up again. “Nothing, it’s just—you and your family are interesting.”

Groaning, you reached over to grab his cup and pour him another from the machine. “They’re terrible really, but I have to love them,” you joked with feigned exasperation.

“I can see now why you are the way you are,” Yoongi stated simply.

“What? Crazy?”

“I was going for affectionate but if the shoe fits.”

You rolled your eyes, shoving the mug his way. “You’re funny.”

“I’d like to think so.” Yoongi caught it easily in his hands and grinned, gums and teeth all out in the open.

Somehow, working with Yoongi turned out to be much easier than Namjoon had made it out to be. His exaggeration of Yoongi’s character had at least prepared you for the worst and allowed you to loosen up whenever he was around. For some time, you thought that, with Yoongi taking care of everything, it would be fine. But splitting assets and property seemed to be the one thing the two of you couldn’t agree on.

It was over a late weekday when Yoongi had shown up at your doorstep again. He looked drained from work and you could only offer consolation in the form of a homemade meal, which Mia had whined about earlier because it was the most you could do. Yoongi appreciated the gesture though as he thanked you for the meal and seemed to empty the plate in a blink of an eye. You wondered if the man was eating well with how much time he spent in the office.

However, the peacefulness never lasted very long. Yoongi was lecturing you for going too easy on what you were offering to Sungjae. “Listen to me,” he hissed, anger bubbling up in his tone, “you’re actually asking me to put down nearly half of your shared possessions to him. Half. That’s ridiculous.”

“But that’s not the point,” you argued, equally as frustrated with how much he was insisting on this.

“Then what is the point?” he spat out, letting the papers fall to the counter with a flutter. “Why do you even want a divorce when you can’t bring yourself to cut this connection you have with him? Sympathy isn’t going to get you anywhere.”

You gritted your teeth, hands clutching the edge of the marble, knuckles whitening. “This isn’t your choice to make, Yoongi. I understand you’re my lawyer but I get to decide the final settlement.”

“Why did you even need me in the first place?” he rolled his eyes, “You’re basically giving him everything he wanted. You might as well fire me now and save yourself the trouble of fighting with me on something I’m knowledgeable about.”

“You’re just being difficult. I understand you know best about these things, but I also need you to understand how I feel about this. You don’t understand the guilt okay,” you sighed, slamming your eyes shut. Your head had been throbbing for the past hour, but you wanted everything to finish clean.

Yoongi sighed, his face flickering with conflict at your admission. “I’m sorry you feel that way. But I’m speaking from your side here as your lawyer, I can’t sympathize with him when you’re my client.”

“Yes, I’m divorcing him because he’s a complete ass but I’ve just about—” you press your lips together, rambling again until you were interrupted by another presence.

“Divorce?”

Your heart stuttered, your words falling back down your throat. Your eyes flew to the doorway where Mia stood, pajamas creased, hair bedridden. Fuck, fuck. You were a fool. You couldn’t believe you forgot that your daughter was asleep upstairs. She was looking at you with wide eyes, gaze glazed over with the weight of slumber still hanging upon her eyelids.

“Mia—”

“You’re divorcing daddy?” Her voice was small, her eyes looking up at you with a small waver. She clutched onto her stuffed animal, tightening her grip on the flimsy thing.

Daddy. God. He didn’t even deserve the title. He hadn’t been home in weeks and Mia was still referring to him as her father. Your heart broke for her, she deserved better. “Sweetheart,” you started.

But Mia stomped her foot down, lips quivering, “Tell me!”

No, this wasn’t how it was supposed to happen. “Honey, look, let’s talk about this tomorrow, okay? You need sleep—”

“No!” she cried again, this time with a frustrated glare, “why didn’t you tell me?”

You sighed, blinking away your own tears and swallowing the thickness in your throat. “I’ve been busy and I didn’t have time, but we will talk about this tomorrow. I promise.”

“You could’ve told me!”

“Mia, that’s enough,” you growled. With all the stress that had piled atop your mind from work coupled with this entire mess, it was as if everything you’ve been bottling up was beginning to tumble over and spill all over your responsibilities. “I don’t want you raising your voice with me. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you but you still have school tomorrow and that should be your priority.”

Mia pinched her lips together defiantly. Any other time, you would applaud her for her tenacity, but you couldn’t put up with disobedience in that moment. “I would’ve understood,” she pushed again.

“No, Mia!” you snapped, “That is enough. You are still a child and this is an adult matter. I won’t have you speaking to me like this.”

That seemed to be the last straw. Her eyes had been glistening with waterworks before they finally broke, her lips trembling and her small body quaking with anger. Regret immediately flowed through your system and your fury ebbed away into a deep throbbing of your heart.

“Mia—”

“I hate you!” With that last declaration, she ran off up the stairs. You were left to follow the fading echoes of her footsteps disappearing up the stairs. In the silence of the room, it sounded thunderous, like lightning had crackled down upon the household and electrified the once warm home into a cold, uncomfortable quietness.

You could barely muster up the strength and will to chase after her, your body moving automatically and carrying you to the second floor where you rapped your knuckles against the door. “Mia, please, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to—”

“Go away!”

“Baby, please, can we talk?”

“Go away!”

Nothing in the world could’ve compared to the pain of your own daughter refusing you. You couldn’t press further, you knew, because it was in her character to be this stubborn, perhaps taking after your own trait. You leaned your forehead against the door, hoping to hear some sign, any at all to indicate that she was okay.

“Mia,” you whispered again, quieter this time.

For a few seconds, you stood in the utter hush of the house. The hallway unnatural without the cheerful shrieks of your little one. It wasn’t until you felt weight on your shoulders that you pulled away. Yoongi stood there, face void of any emotion that you could name. He steered you back to the kitchen and sat you down, and you could do nothing but comply. “Stay here okay, drink this,” he offered you a small cup, the brownish liquid puffing up curling smoke.

You did as he told almost robotically. Your mind was numb, actions paralyzed with fear. This was the one thing you hoped wouldn’t happen, the one thing you wanted to shield from your daughter from because of this exact risk. Postponing the acknowledgement of your divorce to your daughter perhaps had been one way of coping with that trepidation, but it had happened all the same.

“Would you mind if I went and speak with her?” Yoongi asked quietly, his hand on your shoulder almost like a comforting presence if you weren’t still shaking with fright.

You shook your head, wiping away your tears again and clearing your throat. It suddenly felt so dry, as if all the air had been sucked out of your body. “No, but she—she’s a little stubborn so I don’t know if that’ll help.”

“I’ll take my chances, I’ve dealt with you before after all,” Yoongi said, his voice with a light lilt that did little to pacify your dread. So you only respond with a small nod and the man left you in the overwhelming silence of the dining room.

#bts #yoongi #bangtan bookclub #bts scenarios #bts angst #bts fluff #yoongi scenarios #yoongi angst #yoongi fluff #i binge wrote the two parts in 3 days #i feel like dEath

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anxioustealnotebook-blog · 7 years ago

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{A Night You’ll Never Remember} Steve Harrington||Soulmate AU

Pairing: Steve Harrington/Reader

Summary: Soulmate AU where you can't see colour until you kiss your soulmate for the first time. Reader wakes up the morning after a party and realizes she can see colour. The only problem is she can't seem to remember who she kissed. Oops.

Warning: None except some swearing.

A/N: Finally finished my first one shot for Tumblr. It took longer than expected.

Needless to say, you had heard the story of how your parents had found each other a million times.

They had both just turned eighteen and were at their local dance hall. They both went to the same school, but neither of them had ever talked to one another. But on that night, your father was feeling brave and decided to tap your mother on the shoulder and ask her to dance. Your mother, also feeling brave, said yes and they stayed together for the rest of the night. Both of them knew they were meant for each other. At the end of the night your father finally worked up enough courage and kissed your mother. According to your mother, she felt a tingling feeling on her lips that she still remembers to this day. After the kiss, they pulled away and saw the world light up with colour.

"It's the most amazing feeling in the world, kissing you soulmate for your first time," your mother would always finish.

Unsurprisingly, your brother and sister lapped up the story every time, and so did you, in the beginning.

It was a simple, romantic story and you were happy for your parents. But you knew about fifteen other kids your age who's parents had the exact same story. You wanted something more exciting.

When you could finally see colour, it had to be special.

* * *

"Why...?" You groaned into your pillow. You had only been awake for a few moments and you hadn't even taken taken your head off the pillow yet, but you could already feel a headache coming on.

It wasn't surprising really, you had a tendency to go a tiny bit overboard with the alcohol at parties. You would think only being able to see in black, grey and white would help the situation, but you were certain that your curtains were probably wide open. Drunk-you never gave any real thought to small unimportant things like that. With your luck it would probably be a 'lovely' sunny day that would cause your head to hurt even more.

You groaned again and rolled onto your side, as 'trying to get back to sleep with face engulfed by pillow' was not the way to go. You pulled the duvet to eye level in the hope of falling asleep again.

This was the plan for about a second, until you opened your eyes to check the time and you realized something was very off about your duvet. There was no way you were seeing what you thought you were seeing. You had to be dreaming. You blinked a few time, but it was still there. The duvet wasn't it's usual dull grey! It took a minute of just staring at the new exciting colour for your brain to wake up and catch on to what was actually going on.

"Blue!" You gasped, reading the small word sewn into the top right corner of the duvet. Sitting upright, you did your best to ignore the dizziness and blinding bright sunshine coming from your window. Instead you focused on the room around you. You felt like a kid in a candy store as you stared in awe at the strange but beautiful new colours surrounding you.

Despite the fuzz clouding your thoughts, you recalled the colours your parents had described to you and you whispered each of them.

After that, you got out of bed and ventured over to the window. A shriek of excitement escaped your lips. The view from your bedroom window looked so much more special. You gripped the windowsill tightly, silently hoping it wouldn't melt away with the rest of the colour and you wouldn't end up waking up to find it was all a dream.

Thankfully, it didn't.

Next, you ran back across your room to pick up the phone and immediately dial your best friend's number. She was definitely still asleep and probably hungover too, but whatever.

"Grace! You won't believe what just happened!" You exclaimed excitedly.

"W...what?" Grace asked groggily. You didn't miss the annoyance in her voice either.

"I can see COLOUR! Actual colour. Like not black or grey or whatever-" you were beginning to ramble. Thankfully Grace had the good grace to cut you off.

"Wow...that's cool. Are they as amazing as people say?"

"Yes!" you seemed to have forgotten about the hangover. I think blue is my favourite, or maybe green. Oh you should see red. Blue and pink look so pretty together-"

"No! I mean how was the kiss? Who's the lucky guy? I seem to remember you disappearing halfway through the party and you didn't show up till the end. I definitely don't remember you meeting your soulmate..." Grace was going off into her own tangent.

Meanwhile you felt yourself sinking back into reality. You recalled dancing with Grace and some of your other friends and bright flashing lights and alcohol (lots of alcohol). You briefly remembered a tingly feeling on your lips (which must have been the kiss). But no soulmate.

"Oh fuck, I don't know," realization dawned on you like a brick wall.

* * *

It was Monday afternoon and you were sitting in history with Grace by your side.

The whole day had just dragged by mercilessly. Every damn moment was spent analyzing everything you could piece together from the party and looking from left to right in search of someone who stood out. Or someone who might be staring at you from the corner of their eye.

No luck so far.

It didn't help that you were still getting used to the colours around you. They were distracting and you felt they were beginning to taunt you, the way they could make anyone stand out or hide in the crowd.

Someone else who was not helping was Grace. She had made it her mission to find your soulmate. In fact you were convinced she was a pen and paper away from putting up a 'missing person's sign' up on the notice board asking anyone with information to come forward.

All day she was pointing at people and asking if you felt any attraction towards them. The answer was always no.

"Are you sure you don't remember anything else?" She leaned over and whispered in your ear when the teacher's back was turned.

"Yes!" You whisper shouted.

"Oh what if its Billy Hargrove? He was at the party, wasn't he? Plus he's kind of cute."

"You're not serious are you? I wouldn't go near Billy with a steel pole," you hissed at Grace who was trying her best to bite back a laugh.

"I was joking."

"Seriously, the day that Billy is my soulmate is the day that the universe has truly given up," you rolled your eyes, "did you even see what he did to Steve Harrington the other day? He is not a good guy."

You went back to trying to concentrate on what the teacher was saying, before glancing one more time at Grace who looked like she had just gotten an idea. You wanted to ask her what it was but it would have to wait because the teacher was glaring at the both of you.

* * *

You sighed loudly from the safety of the school door. Of course Grace had to bring her little brother to soccer practice on the other side of Hawkins. She was your ride home that evening as your car was non-existent. She just drove off. All of your other friends were nowhere to be found.

You honestly wouldn't mind as much as you did if it wasn't pouring rain. After kicking the school wall for good luck (definitely not out of spite), you set off down the road as fast as you could.

The horrible weather seemed to drag up feelings of hopelessness within you. You would never find your soulmate at this rate. Whatever you had drunk had drowned your chances of ever finding your soulmate. And while you did believe that a person could lead a perfectly happy and fulfilling life without a soulmate or a partner of any kind, you did feel pretty bad about the whole situation. There would be no great exciting story to tell. Just a wistful tale of what could have been.

Lost in thought, you barely noticed the rumble of a car pulling up next to you. However, the loud beep of a car horn did catch your attention. Startled, you turned and peered through the fogged up car window. Steve Harrington of all people stared back at you.

"You want a ride home?" He smiled sheepishly as he rolled down the window. Not giving it a second thought you nodded enthusiastically and jumped in. The instant warmth was more than welcoming.

"Uh...hey Steve," you gave him a small smile, which he returned.

Now settled, you realized you hadn't actually talked to Steve in a very long time. You used to be good friends when you were younger and you even had a small crush on him. But didn't everyone?

These days you didn't have much to do with him, which was fine. But while the minutes ticked by you really wished you could find something to say that would break the awkward silence.

"Do you know where I live?" you questioned him

"Yeah Grace told me-" you quickly looked at him, confused. When had he been talking to Grace? Had you heard that right?

Now that you were facing him, you realized how nervous he looked. His eyes were glued to the road in front of him and his hands were clamped tightly to the steering wheel.

"Are...you alright Steve?" You asked, slightly worried.

"Um...yeah, kind of. I need to talk to you about something important."

"Okay?" In response he pulled the car over to the side of the road. You were more confused than ever. He was still staring at the road, not saying anything.

"Steve this is weird. I'm grateful for the ride home, but-?" You stared at him expectantly and he finally turned to face you. You gasped as you realized his eyes were brown and not grey. People who had found their soulmate didn't have grey eyes. You were sure Grace had told you that Nancy wasn't Steve's soulmate though. And to your knowledge, he wasn't with anyone at the moment.

"Oh...I forgot about the eye thing. Yours are really pretty by the way. This probably gives the game away, huh?"

"What game?"

Steve was the one looking expectantly at you now. You were obviously missing something huge. But the way Steve was staring at you and when had his face gotten so close to yours? What were you missing?

"I'm you soulmate," the sheepish smile was back.

Your jaw dropped at your own stupidity. It was all very painfully obvious.

"Oh, wow," you muttered, at a loss for words, "um...are you sure?"

"Yes Y/N I'm very sure," he finally relaxed and gave you a much more Steve-like grin, "I was going to talk to you today about it but then I overheard someone say that you couldn't remember who your soulmate was and I got worried that maybe you just didn't want me to be your soulmate."

"What no," you shook your head, "of course not. I honestly couldn't remember half of what happened at that party."

"Oh I know because later Grace, your friend, came running up to me and told me everything. And I mean everything. She set this up and all."

"Of course she did," you rolled your eyes. No wonder she had that look on her face during history.

"Do you remember anything now?" "No, sorry, but I don't think that matters now anyway. But...I do need you to prove to me you're not lying to me."

"How-" You cut him off by closing the gap between the two of you. You kissed him softly. And he kissed back. The sound of the rain hitting the car was drowned out by the familiar warm electric feeling you were beginning to feel on your lips.

After a minute you pulled back and grinned.

"So does that prove I'm not lying to you?" Steve grinned knowingly.

"Yes Steve Harrington. I think I can safely say you are my soulmate."

"Finally," he rolled his eyes and kissed you again.

#steve harrington #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington x reader #stranger things #stranger things imagine #stranger things x reader

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megatraven · 7 years ago

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the stars that touch the earth

Summary: Marinette and Alya go on a spontaneous road trip out of the city to see the stars that don't appear in Paris' sky.

A/N: Finally getting around to posting my Alyanette piece I wrote for PML’s Sky Zine! I forgot about it and I could’ve posted like a week ago, woops.

AO3

Blankets lay scattered across the balcony-turned-garden. Fairy lights were draped across the latticework, a few wrapped around the branches of a small tree that grew there. A couple of plates sat on the edges of the blankets, crumb-covered and forgotten as the hands that had used them just moments before intertwined with each other instead.

Alya and Marinette had their backs on the blankets and their eyes on the sky as they gazed upon the false stars in the horizon made by the city. Their breathing came in tandem as they drank in the night, moonlight illuminating the hope they clung to as they learned more and more about the world they lived in.

Sounds of the nearby river and passing cars filled the air, just barely quiet enough for the radio's static-ridden music to play over it. All of it was almost too loud for Alya to hear Marinette when she whispered, "Hey, Peaches... if you could change one thing about Paris, what would it be?"

Taking a moment to consider her answer, Alya shifted to prop herself up, and stared out across the city she and Marinette both defended. "I think... I think I would love to see the stars again, so, less pollution... more care for the environment. That would be nice."

Marinette hummed in agreement. "I think I'd like the same."

Their conversation petered out after that, they simply laid there, basking in the presence of each other just long enough for Alya to fall into a light slumber. Marinette's gaze moved from the landscape and settled on her partner, her best friend. She watched her during a couple of songs before she grabbed her phone and started to text a certain superhero and model friend of theirs.

[From: Mar You Ready]

[To: Camembert Boy]

hey i need a favor

please

think of it is a way to make up for the day of dead flowers

[From: Camembert Boy]

[To: Mar You Ready]

I've apologized for that like 100 times

it wasnt my fault nino spooked me :(

who puts flowrs that close to the edge anyways

what do yoy need though, my lady? ;3c

[From: Mar You Ready]

[To: Camembert Boy]

can als and i borrow one of your dad's cars tmrrow?

[From: Camembert Boy]

[To: Mar You Ready]

ummm i dont think i can get a car for you :/

but!! the van i use to help nino lug his equipment around should be free

want me to drop it off tomorrow morning??

[From: Mar You Ready]

[To: Camembert Boy]

please!!!! btw dont tell als

and also thanks love u, goin to bed now so i wont msg back :*

sweet dreams, purrfect boy

Dropping her phone beside her, she curled into Alya's side, dragging a blanket over Alya and herself and falling asleep.

When morning came, Marinette woke to a bright-eyed Adrien staring down at her, shaking from silent laughter.

"You guys are the most irresponsible responsible people I know," he whispered with a chuckle. "C'mon, get up." Holding his hand out to her, she took it and was pulled to her feet, careful so as not to wake Alya.

The two went inside and talked quietly about Marinette's plans. Adrien, as supportive of her spontaneity as ever, smiled and nodded along with everything she said.

"...and I was thinking we'd stay out most of the night and bring the van back tomorrow. Is that fine?"

"Yeah, that totally works. Nino won't need it for a couple of days anyways- we're going on a couple dates," he said, waggling his eyebrows.

Marinette snorted and playfully pushed him. "Where're you planning on going?" she asked, getting up to start prepping for the trip.

"I dunno, Nino wouldn't tell me… It's all a big mystpurry," he joked, laughing a little too loudly when she threw a pillow at his face. "C'mon, you have to admit that was a good one. If you do, the keys are yours." He took them from his pocket and held them above her head in a teasing way.

"Alright, fine. That was a purrty good one," she admitted, smiling ear-to-ear.

"I've taught you so well," he said, miming the wiping away of a tear.

"Ha ha, very funny." She rolled her eyes. "Anyways, I hope your dates go well."

"Thanks, I hope yours does too," he replied, stepping forward for a hug before handing her the keys. "Drive safe, alright?"

"Will do, Chaton. Ask Maman and Papa for something on your way out."

He gave a nod, another quick hug, and bid her farewell. Marinette tossed the keys into the air and caught them, glad that Adrien had been so receptive to her plan, and rushed to get ready before Alya would wake.

Thirty minutes went by, and Marinette had managed to shower, throw a few blankets in the backseat of the van, pack some snacks and beverages, and program the GPS to bring them outside the city. She ran inside to her parents, and explained to them her plan. They, unsurprisingly, supported her wholeheartedly, even going so far as to insist she take the fresh batch of pastries they'd just set out to cool. Marinette, thankful, agreed and gave them each a quick hug before going back to her balcony to jostle Alya awake.

"Sweets, time to get up, love," she murmured, sinking to her knees to press a kiss on Alya's cheek.

Alya's dark lashes fluttered at the contact, and soon hazel eyes met blue, one pair sleepy and curious, the other alight with excitement. Marinette shook the keys and smiled widely.

"Get up and shower so we can get this thing started!"

"Get what thing started? And what if I didn't wanna shower?"

"I'll still love you," Marinette promised. "And our road trip, of course!"

"Our.... our what? When did we plan this?"

"Road trip. And not we, I. You said you'd love to see the stars again, so I thought we could do that. How's about it?"

Alya hummed. "Let's just cuddle here for a few more minutes, then I'll get up, 'kay?" Without waiting for a response, she moved so her arms wrapped around Marinette and nestled into her legs.

Marinette let out an airy laugh and set the keys down so she could play with Alya's hair. Alya sighed contentedly and Marinette relaxed further, falling into the soothing motions and losing track of time. Only when her mother called up from her room's entrance did both of them break out of their trance-like state.

"Guess I should get up now, huh?" Alya breathed, holding Marinette tighter even as she knew she'd have to let go.

"That would probably be best," Marinette smiled.

Groaning, Alya started to get up, and Marinette helped her to her feet. "So, you go shower, and I'll double check that everything's ready! Meet you in the car in 35?"

"Sounds good," Alya replied with a yawn as she stretched her arms and climbed down the hatch into Marinette's room.

Marinette grinned and followed after, snorting when she sees a ladybug clinging to Alya's shirt. She brushed it off and made sure it got outside before going through her list of things needed once more.

By the time night fell, the couple had gotten lost or went the wrong way no less than eight times, not that they cared. Each time the GPS had to reroute, they broke into loud guffaws, tears forming in the corners of their eyes. They also needed to stop for gas once, and they were lucky to be heroes, because the vehicle had ran out of fuel before they could reach the station. Needless to say, the employees were somewhat shocked to see the famed Ladybug pushing the van into the lot with a cackling civilian in the driver's seat. Still, even with all of that, they made it to their destination on time, and Ladybug, who had promptly hopped into the driver's seat and forgotten to detransform as she drove off, pulled off of the road a ways and came to a halt.

"So, Mademoiselle Ladybug, have any time to answer a few questions for your biggest fan?" Alya teased, poking Ladybug's shoulder.

"I dunno," she answered, "are you sure you're my biggest fan?"

"Oh, absolutely, without a doubt."

"Well, if you say so, I'd love to answer some questions for you."

"Great!" Alya unclicked her seatbelt and leaned into Ladybug's side. "Question one... do you love me?"

Rather than answering with her words, Ladybug turned towards her and pressed a kiss to the corner of her lips.

"Second question: if you could be anywhere in the world, where would you be?"

"New York," she said without hesitating, laughing when Alya punched her in the shoulder. "Okay, okay, you're right. I wouldn't want to be anywhere you're not, so right here is perfect."

"Aw, you do love me."

"Well, of course."

They exchanged a small smile.

"Question three. If I asked to kiss you, would you let me?"

"Not until you ask question four."

"You know me so well. Okay, we'll hold off on kissing. The final question I have for you is: will you detransform and reveal to me your secret identity right now, where no one else will see?"

Pink light flooded the van for a short moment, and when it faded, Marinette sat in Ladybug's place, smiling from one ear to the other. "I would do it without an ounce of hesitation, every time," she admitted, so honest that Alya flushed just the tiniest bit.

Not knowing how to go on from there, Marinette leaned in so their foreheads touched. "How about that kiss now, Mademoiselle Reporter?"

"On the record?" she asked, inching closer, leaving just enough space between their lips that Marinette's inevitable response might close it.

"On the record," Marinette confirmed, closing the space without a second thought.

Their kiss was soft and sweet, but in no way did it lack passion, even as it drew to an end as quickly as it began. Marinette pulled back.

"We can continue this interview later, if you'd like, Peaches. But for now, I think we should check out the stars in all their glory."

"Probably a good call," Alya said with a chuckle. "If we don't stop now, I think we'd miss the entire night."

"Probably," Marinette agreed, unbuckling herself and getting out. From the back, she took out multiple blankets, all old projects of hers. It took only a few minutes for her and alya to spread them out on the van's top, and an extra couple of minutes to turn the radio on as well as bring up the food and drinks.

The two settled in, laying down with their shoulders touching and their pinky fingers holding onto each other in an unspoken promise. The stars shone brightly in the sky, twinkling and dancing in the reflections of their eyes, closer just then than they could ever be otherwise.

If Marinette had to pick one word to describe the moment, the only one worthy would be 'perfect.' There was truly no other place she wanted to be, and there was no one she would rather be with.

As if reading her thoughts, Alya rolled her head enough to leave a kiss on Marinette's shoulder and whispered, "I love you, Mari."

"I love you too, Als," Marinette murmured back, pressing closer into Alya and burying her nose in her hair. One thing she had come to appreciate over time was the constant of how Alya smelled. At first, it was peaches and cinnamon. But, as time went on, it became the smell of home, of comfort, of not being alone. Marinette loved how she smelled. She voiced it, and felt Alya's hand cover hers completely and squeeze, putting forth all the words she wished to say but couldn't convey through words alone.

"Als?"

"Yeah?"

"I hope tonight never ends. The stars. You. Us. I don't want any of it to end."

"It won't end."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

"Thanks, Alya," Marinette said, relaxing fully into her side. Her head lay in the space between Alya's own head and her shoulder.

"No, Mari. Thank you," she replied. "You helped me see the stars again, after mentioning how I missed them just once. And you made sure I wasn't alone by coming along. This is one of the greatest things anyone's ever done for me, and I'm so, so impossibly grateful for it. Again, thank you Mari. I hope I can do something similar for you one day."

"You already have, just by being here with me." She gave a warm smile and turned to face the sky again.

A streak of light flew overhead, and instead of making a wish, both thanked the star for their wishes coming true on the first day they met. Their wishes, which had asked for happiness.

The night went on.

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