#chillen😎 | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

erensnubs · 3 years ago

Note

Hi babe, I'm finally doing your little event it's fucking cool You know who I am so I don't gotta tell you much😎

Anyways I'd like to go to King Midas Castle if you will madam😉 let's go with the Ballroom because I'm extra and love cliches vehicle 5 seems pretty snazzy so let's go with that then. gonna go with food 8😳

About me??? Well most of my interests are the same as my 5 year old brothers sooo (sharks, dinosaurs, dressing up for fun) I'm really just all over the place one minute and then I'm just chillen the next so that's a thing. I like making people laugh and I've grown to realize I'm kind of a touchy person. I like people who make me laugh and laugh with me, people who share the same values and just nice people overall, but I can't stand people who just roll over and take it when I'm teasing them. It ruins the flow and I hate it, anyways that's about it really see ya😌

thank you my seggsy moot for joining

𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝑪𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝑽𝒆𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒍𝒆 𝑭𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝒊𝒔 𝑭𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔

𝑰 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑻𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒐 𝑺𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒊

Your carriage hits a bump in the road and you are suddenly thrown next to your closest friend, notorious douchebag of a nobleman Tendo Satori.

"Woah there man, I know you're obsessed with me but that doesn't mean you need to jump all over me," he says jokingly.

You attempt to slide of Tendo's lap but he quickly stops you, his arm sliding over your torso and pulling you a little too close.

You slap his arm, quite harshly, "Bruh what the hell are you doing? Let me sit down before another bump passes?"

Tendo rolls his eyes, no intention of letting you go.

"As soon as we step out of this carriage, I can and I will push you so you'll fall face flat if you don't let me go now," you sneer at him.

Tendo does nothing, whistling absentmindedly and toying with the various medals on his military suit.

You struggle a bit, pushing out and wriggling from his grasp until-

Thump.....

THUMP THUMP THUMP

"OH MY GODDESS!" You scream.

Tendo holds on to you tighter and pathetically whimpers, "Didn't think that the pot holes on the road would be that bad..."

He lets you go and you quickly slide of his lap and onto the cushioned seat next to him.

You slowly turn to him in anger, "You're telling me... You've been on this road before?! You know how much I hate, HATE potholes! Or anything that could damage this carriage-"

Tendo throws his hands up, "I know, trust me! All I hear is 'these vehicles are my babies, and my father would kill me if they were damaged blah blah blah bullshit'"

Tendo copies your mannerisms in a way you would deem, disrespectful but you find yourself to be tolerable tonight.

You slump down and put your head in your hands, "Why did you even pick this route to go to?"

Tendo shrugs, twirling around the tassels on his cuff with his fingers, "It's faster to get to the ball this way. Thought a shortcut would prove useful for us."

He throws you a wonky smile and you hate to admit that it made your heart do a flip. If you were anyone else you would smile back, and possibly laugh because you know it was a joke. But you're not just anybody. You've known this notorious jokester almost your whole life, and are practically immune to all his antics.

Still doesn't help that you're half in love with him though. Seems as if the antics made their way through the crevices and cracks you built around your self proclaimed "guarded" heart.

But not all hope is lost, instead of laughing and smiling at Tendo's sweet pathetic comfort, you gag and groan.

"You know how much I hate balls. Especially this one. I actually have to be present, have to be alert and act like nobility. And now you're telling me we're going to get there faster?"

You pout your lips and slump against the seat, furlined coat crinkled under the motion.

Tendo sighs in mock forlorn, his long fingers still twiddling with the tassels of his clothing, "I know you hate balls, but after it's over you're going to thank me. If we get there the fast route, we also get back home the fast route."

He stops his twiddling and point his fingers to you, "You'll be able to escape the party and we can get back home safely."

Your eyes drift over to the window and glance at the forest leaves, turning from green to gold. Anyone in the Five Kingdoms knows that when the forest turns from green to gold, it isn't fall. It means you're in the lush, green land of King Midas, where his castle is made of the finest jewels and gold and wherever the sun shone, everything looked as if it were crafted from gold.

Your fingers mindlessly tap the window, and watch the golden hues sway before your eyes.

"We're almost here," you say, your voice barely above a whisper.

You don't know why your voice came out like that, or why your mouth chose to utter the words but it felt like a reverence. A calm before the storm.

Though your back was facing Tendo, the man still looked at you in question. He was expecting a retort, not this calm [Name] he knew all his life. His face tilted, bright red eyes shaded by the shadow of your figure. How he wished to reach out and touch you, but it felt like you drew a veil between the two of you and out of respect for your boundaries, Tendo decided to hold himself back.

The weight of the carriage got lighter, wheels travelling on what you assumed was the gold tiled pathways and bridges that travel up to the castle.

The blurs of gold slow down and your eyes are now trained on the golden fountain, outside your window.

You have arrived at the palace.

The footguard opens up your door and you step out rather slowly, as if your feet were hanging with dread.

You turn around the carriage and see Tendo hop out all smiling and gleaming, toes jumping on the ground.

Red eyes trained and hyper on the big golden stair case that you have to venture, before the already dreaded ball. Tendo's eyes danced from the stairs, to you, back to the stairs again.

Seeing the reluctance in your body language, Tendo settles down and brings his hand out toward you. He gives you a wink, a tilt of his head and that signature smirk that has all of court in a chokehold.

You roll your eyes but allow yourself a little smile and place your hand in his. Tendo leans down, lips puckered to kiss your hand but you immediately shakes his head.

He shrugs his head, and you wish your small rejection could have done more than just that.

"You ready for this to party?"

You roll your shoulders back and straighten out your posture.

"Ready as I'll ever be."

You're currently in the ballroom of the golden castle, back leaned against a pillar and a drink in one hand. You've already entertained nobility and royalty alike since you came and you feel like you deserve a little rest.

You let your glass meet your lips, and watch Tendo from behind the rim.

Tendo is animatedly teasing other statesmen, mainly Lord Semi Eita, Lord Shirabu Kenjirou and Duke Ushijima Wakatoshi. The former give Tendo annoyed looks and the latter, indifferent looks, devoid of interest or concern.

Tendo's bright red hair flops around and you could see the sweat laced within the strands and you stifle a laugh. Was he moving around so much that he was sweating?

You watch Tendo as he wraps his arms around Lord Semi and Lord Shirabu and the two look like they want to die. Tendo starts to pull them out of the pillars and near the orchestra. Tendo waves his hand and gestures something to the musicians and suddenly the room is filled with violins playing a lively jig. Tendo grabs both of the lords hands and leads them around in a circle.

Soon more lords and nobles clap and join in, sucked into this vortex of dance and happiness. You watched from the sidelines as royalty left their posts near the pillars and led their lovers and friends to the middle of the room. Tendo leads this seemingly mad dance and some part of you is worried that you lost him in the crowd, but you see that vibrant red hair, dampened by sweat and possibly drinks and crimson eyes staring back at you.

You breathe out a sense of relief, you don't know what for but you do, and give a wave of acknowledgement back.

Tendo slows down his dancing and mouths out the words, "Come join me in here!"

You shake your head and mouth back, "It's okay."

He pouts for a little but then immediately bounces back into the crowd, like he never left.

How does this man have boundless energy? You wonder half the time if you're in love with the man or just admire his bravado?

You back up a little to stray away from the ever growing tornado of this crowd, but your eyes catch onto Tendo again.

His eyes were closed but you could tell he was in the moment, lips lifted up to a smile, wrinkles around the corner of his eyes. His hair that was too long for a nobleman gathered in soft clumps around the base of his neck and curls were dampened on his forehead. So lost in the music, the moment, arms outstretched and wide.

No, you were for sure in love with this man.

A thought settled into you though, something that you always tried to ignore, but arose in times like these. When you were alone, with no nobility to bore you with talk of affairs and no Tendo with his sarcastic remarks to pull you out of it. It usually went along the lines of If Tendo found out I loved him, how would he react? Would he hate me? Ignore me? What if it ruined our lifelong friendship?

Do I even deserve him?

That last thought rings true to your mind, more than it needs to be. Tendo, confident, charming, boisterous. One with the people, friendly. You, distant, unapproachable, reserved. Always from the outside looking in.

The sudden clapping and cheers from people broke you from your thoughts. The dancers dispersed and found their way back to their little groups after Tendo's impromptu dance session was over. You see him saunter over to you, chest heaving and mouth open.

"Close your mouth, you look like a dog with that tongue hanging out," you say with a punch to his arm.

Again, Tendo shrugs it off and adjusts his attire.

He layers his medals properly on his chest, "Why are you so worried anyway? Nobody is going to notice."

Suddenly a harsh silence fell over the room. You look around and your eyes catch on the someone who made the room silent.

You speak through your teeth, "Because the King just walked in."

Tendo looks up from his meddling, "Oh shit." He quickly pushes his hair back, attempting to use the sweat to achieve a "slick-backed look."

The King descends down from the winding staircase, long golden hued robes touched with rubies and diamonds drag ever so slowly, that you have to stifle your yawn.

It's only when you see the figure behind him, that you start paying attention.

Tendo looks at your, now, sour face, "Hm you have a distaste for the King's right hand man. He looks just like your type."

No dumbass, my type is you, you mutter internally. Not that stupid, haughty peacock of a man.

You counter back, "You think I would stoop so low for him? I might be stupid but I have standards, Tendo."

Tendo's voice comes out in a low whisper, "Sounds to me like you know him."

You reply with a mysterious tone, "Maybe I do."

The two men finally arrive at the elevated area of the ball and every person's head in the room is lowered in bows and curtsies.

The king outstretches his right hand and speaks in that annoyingly "kingly" voice.

"Welcome to our annual ball of the Celebration of the Five Kingdoms!" The king starts out and the attendees erupt into applause.

You clap your hands lightly and lean over to Tendo, eyes still trained forward to his majesty, "That could have been much better worded couldn't it?"

Tendo sighs, "Yes but that's what it is officially called. Can't change it."

"Well I guess you're going to have to marry the one of the King's children and convince them to change the name of this celebration," you suggest as the King starts talking.

"Your vision isn't wide as mine, [Name], I could seduce the King and change the name like that," Tendo says with a smile.

"-The Celebration of the Five Kingdoms is one of our most important events. We celebrate and commemorate how our forefathers of these kingdoms were able to come together and build up what are great nations are today!"

Again, the attendants applause, some raise their glasses in approval and take a drink.

Tendo leans over and drinks a bit from your glass.

"Remind me how you know him again?"

You try to act dumb, "Who?"

Tendo's lower lip juts out with a pout, "You know who I'm talking about. Him. The right hand man of the King. He looks about our age yeah?"

You nod and spoke in a more hushed tone, "Do you remember that one ball about a year or two ago,when we just graduated from the academy?"

Tendo nods, "How could I forget? We felt like we were on top of the world."

Tendo gives you a small smile, and maybe its the alcohol or the sudden low lighting in the room but you sink into yourself and allow yourself to indulge in his company with your guard down, just this once.

"Yeah, well do you remember me crying?" You say, smiling at the bittersweet memory.

"Well yes... that's what led us to destroy the fountain in one of the gardens..." Tendo says sheepishly.

You take a long swig of your drink now, "Well that was because my date to that dance, was late and refused to dance with me the whole time. Left early as well."

You stop your talking and point to the right hand man, "My date was that man. God, he promised he'd be there. Promised me lots of things but none of them were fulfilled."

You sigh, "Of course I was upset but now I just get annoyed looking back on it because I did spent a while, moping around because some dude didn't give me the time of day to pay attention to me."

You face Tendo and are met with a face you've never seen before, his face is one of revelation, but you don't pay it mind. He was probably surprised at the story you were telling.

"That's why I always got jealous when you and all our other friends talked about our graduation dance," you confess, walls already building back up again.

You turn and face the King again, but you feel Tendo's gaze linger on you for more than necessary. It was true, you were jealous. You regret crying over that piece of shit, and complaining to your parents about it. You regret comparing your experience with Tendo's. That graduation dance was supposed to be the time of your lives, before all of you had to be thrust into the reality of becoming adults and for you and Tendo? Before you had to be noblemen and represent your family and their status.

You didn't like how you were already introduced to reality, when it was a time for dreamers. This was probably why, despite your best efforts, you clung onto Tendo. He was a joy in your life, someone you've grown to love and you were going to hold onto him, your piece of sunshine, for as long as possible.

"-This is why we have noblemen and royalty from all over the nations to celebrate! Now we will have our first dance!"

You are broken out of your thoughts and snap back to the King. The audience titters in excitement.

"The first dance is always proceeded as such. The orchestra will play their song, and one couple, one couple only will dance for a few moments, then joined in with another couple. One by one."

Ooohs and aahhs, travel across the crowd. This dance, for traditional reasons, was supposed to represent how the citizens of different nations banded together to create the Five Kingdoms. But this dance was also another way to state your status, not only to the King, but to other nobility around.

Usually people of higher statuses, like Duke Wakatoshi or Prince Regent Oikawa who is chatting up Lord Iwaizumi would be the ones who'd go first with their partners. They were leaders and have to show their loyalty to the Five Kingdoms, but you wonder how a dance was supposed to do that.

"Now let the festivities begin!"

The King raises his hand and gestures to the orchestra, and a soft hum fills the room.

The music starts out slow, the piano playing softly and no one has set foot in the middle of the floor. Couples are nervously, teetering back and forth from the toes of their feet to their heels.

You settle into your stance, you know no one would ask you for a dance because you were practically nameless compared to some of the royalty here. You could spot princes and princesses from the other kingdoms that you thought for sure were going to dance.

That is until, familiar slender fingers, snatch the glass from your hand and set it on a servant's tray and wraps their hands around their wrist.

"Tendo! What are you doing?!" You say in a harsh whisper.

Tendo doesn't say a word, gently leading you or more like dragging you to the middle of the floor.

You try to protest again, but you notice that people heard the commotion and are starting to clear the path for you and Tendo.

You close your eyes shut and stand upright as you let Tendo lead you to the middle of the floor.

Tendo laughs softly at your expression and taps you on the shoulder.

"We're in the middle of the floor now," he says sing songily.

You open your eyes, but look down, "Yeah, I know. You can stop torturing me now."

He smiles again and bends down to meet your eyes. You quickly turn away.

Tendo's lips fall into a frown, "Why aren't you looking at me?"

He searches your face earnestly for an answer and you let out a huff, still facing away.

"Didn't you just hear me? It's because you're trying to embarrass me. You're always like this Tendo."

You say that last part a little too seriously, it was too close to the truth. But it seemed for Tendo, exactly what he wanted to hear.

Suddenly, you feel warmth on your cheek. Tendo's hand. He turns his head and slides his fingers under your jaw and tenderly strokes your face. He moves your face slowly and tilts your face up.

You've swear you've never felt more vulnerable, than right now with Tendo looking straight at you, straight through you.

"Hey look at me," he says softly.

"What do you think I'm doing?" you mutter softly.

You both laugh in somewhat relief, that the tension didn't totally kill of your banter.

"Okay, so we're going to dance the first dance. And you're going to enjoy it with me."

"Pfft I'm not."

Tendo casually slides his hand to your waist, like this was force of habit.

"You like dancing though. Says it keeps you distracted," he says.

You hesitantly place a hand on his shoulder, "Well yes I do. But not when we're the center of attention and supposed to be on the sidelines."

You lower your voice at that, and feel the eyes of people watching you and Tendo.

Tendo chuckles, "Well there isn't any rule that you have to be born of higher status to dance first. It's for everybody."

Tendo pulls you in by your waist, and softly grips the small of your back and you thought you couldn't get any closer.

"So just relax, and let me lead you okay?"

Where did teasing Tendo go? Where was the playful eyes, the wink, the smirk of joking?

Because right now there wasn't any of that. It was just Tendo staring at you, with the most concerned eyes. All harsh edges, or hidden meanings beneath those eyes were erased, gone.

Did he really care?

You nod and Tendo starts doing a simple waltz, and your feet follow.

The crowd applauses the both of you, and out of the corner of your eye you see the King raise his glass in approval.

Good, at least no one was going to drag you off the dance floor or ridicule you for being on there in the first place.

"See, you're doing great," Tendo smiles cheekily.

You give a smile back, "I think they're all just being polite."

You expected the musicians, to play a little more loudly, something more lively so you could focus on the steps and movements of the song. A song distracting enough that it would stop you from forever falling into this rabbit hole of Tendo Satori.

It didn't help that the string instruments were barely playing, it didn't help that the piano was the main star. That the song was so simple, that it seemed like it wanted you to pay attention to the person in front of you. Really the last thing you wanted to do.

You trip a little but Tendo steadies your body and the both of you laugh, a much needed release from tension.

"Are you nervous, [Name]?" Tendo teases.

"Anyone in their right mind would be nervous if they were in my position. Especially since their best friend didn't give them an explanation as to why they dragged them out here," You counter back.

You raise your eyebrow to wait for Tendo to talk.

Tendo, now, seems like the more flustered one. Your eyes widen at the way his cheeks turn red, and how fast his head whips around to avoid your gaze.

He murmurs through barely-open lips, "Maybe I was trying to give you the dance that you weren't able to get that night."

You furrow your eyebrows, "Tendo. Speak up-"

Tendo's voice comes out louder than expected, easily startling you, "MAYBE-"

He clears his throat awkwardly, and you had to chuckle at his aura of boyish charm instead of that suave facade he seems to put on in public.

"I said, 'Maybe I was trying to give you the dance that you weren't able to get that night'. You know, graduation night?"

You laugh, a little bit dryly, "Oh please Tendo, don't pity me like that."

This was beyond embarrassing, you think.

Tendo still looks at you with great concern, and you reiterate.

"I'm serious Tendo, if you're only doing this to make you feel better, it isn't going to work," you say seriously.

"Why would you think I'm doing this for pity?" he asks in your same tone.

You look bewildered, "Because that's what you do? You play around, joke around to make things seem better? Comedic relief? Things of that sort."

Tendo doesn't say a word, so it seemed like a good cue to continue, "And I'm forever grateful, for the way you help me with your lightheatedness. Your "nonchalancy." But that's not what I need right now. I don't entirely appreciate you torturing me with this first dance."

Tendo opens his mouth, then closes it in contemplation.

"Have you ever thought that this time... I'm not joking?"

Your eyes widen again, "Whatever do you mean, 'you're not joking'?"

You continue to spill out in more suprise, "Unless-"

You pause and look at Tendo's hopeful expression, and falter your accusation.

You whisper, "If it's not a joke then why-"

"I hated that night to you know? I wanted to dance with you, hang out with you, talk to you and only you. But I was stupid."

Tendo confesses and looks away. It was true, that Tendo favored an easy friendship with you, and only in the recent time you spent together in preparation for this ball did he realize that you wanted him as much as he wanted you.

At least that's what he hopes to find out soon. He can never really tell when you push and pull away from him every time he tries to do something.

Tendo looked at you earnestly, "And [Name], I'm going to be honest I regret everything I did that night because contrary to what you believe, I did not have the time of my life. I hated every second of it. I hated that I didn't help you, hated that I got mad at you for getting a date."

Your dancing seemed to slow down a little bit, and you take a look around and realize that other couples have already joined you. Off into their little worlds, personal planets revolving around each other.

"Hated myself for not taking the leap, when you needed someone there."

Tendo swallows and looks up at you, and you don't have it in you to look away.

"And I'm mad at myself right now, because I'm pretty sure I fucked it up. That I can't do anything now because I missed my chance, I'm too late."

Is it possible for a silence to exist when you can clearly hear the clicks of shoes on smooth floor? When tailcoats and layers of gowns are whipping through the air all around you? When single notes on a piano were plucked and played ever so quietly? Softly?

Or was it only possible when you were here, with your best friend, the only person you could ever say you loved deeply, unconditionally, sanely insane? Was it only possible when you were wrapped around his arms and held close? Was this silence only possible for this moment?

No, it doesn't have to be. You were not going to make this another night at the ball, a night that you were going to forget.

"Tendo-"

Tendo immediately perks up at your voice and you had to try really hard to downplay your stupid, oncoming grin.

"You're not late. You were never late."

It takes a while for the words to sink in, but god was it worth it.

You've never seen Tendo smile like this before,

"Wait so does this mean that- That you- That me! That we- us- Us? You and me-"

He's stuttering all over himself and you were the one who had to laugh.

"Yes Tendo. Yeah, exactly. That's what it means."

You beam up at Tendo and he smiles right back. Tendo looks at you for a second and pulls you close to him.

His arms wrap around you and he's still swaying, both of you laughing for a little. Tendo presses a kiss to your shoulder and at the base of your neck and breathes deeply.

"I feel like we could have figured this out a lot sooner than all these years don't you think?" He offers jokingly.

You chuckle and pull back, "Well yes, but-"

You bring your lips to Tendo's nose and give him a peck, which Tendo received with a dust of pink surrounding his face.

"But all that matters is that we figured it out in the end."

Tendo quickly presses his lips to yours, just a quick peck that leaves you stunned.

"Yeah, I'm glad that we figured it out too. I am though, for sure, going to love teasing you with kisses I mean-"

Your fingers pinch Tendo's ear and he yelps.

"Don't kiss me just to make me shut up. Just because we confessed to each other doesn't mean I'm going all lovey-dovey. Got it?"

Tendo grins and falls back into your embrace.

"Yes, yes of course my love."

AN: Oh god, so I finally did this? Was way more than expected? Am I tired ? Yes? No? And bestie I really do hope you enjoy this sorta long drabble. And hopefully all of you will like this too.

21 notes · View notes