#feel free to elaborate though if you’d like im very open to convincing

[real-hws-confessions]

(note: this devolves into gerita rambling)

i like to force characters into stories that make 0 sense for them precisely because of how absolutely impossible it is for them to fit the roles properly. half the fun is seeing how much i can make them bend until they inevitably break the role that's been arbitrarily assigned to them

my current pet project is trying to place the hetalia characters as the cast of heathers the musical, without the plot. even that is a challenge in and of itself because the entire cast may be stupid but why in the blazing hells would they ever get stupid enough to engage in high school murder bullshit

i've gotten as far as a gerita scenario of italy veneziano being martha dunnstock and germany being ram sweeney, because i'm interested in how ram is uncomfy at how martha is treated in some depictions even though he goes along with the bullying too

ngl though most of my thoughts regarding it right now is 'germany wouldn't fucking do that' and 'this guy wouldn't do any of the bullshit that any of the characters do in heathers, period' and 'by that logic, he wouldn't end up with ram sweeney's fate because he Wouldn't Fucking Do That, and because he is a Good Person and loves veneziano lots he would make sure feli Won't Do Something Unfortunate'

so this may be too extreme even for me. i think i was just fascinated with the implications behind martha and ram's implied dynamic but felt tempted to bang my head into a wall every time i thought about the person ram decided to be anyway

i have two other, more long-lasting ideas but i'n kicking this one into your inbox because while i'm sure i can probably figure something out it is Probably Not Worth It, because i'd just end up with a slightly tweaked Gakuen Hetalia au that'll probably end with ludwig, feli and kiku in a club room again anyway

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though that could also be an interesting thought experiment. unstereotypical smart stoic jock decides his childhood friend/kindergarten crush is too helpless to be left alone after all only to have to contend with...

... oh god. is kiku, like. the veronica in this hypothetical. he's the launcher of a thousand ships on the jp side of the fandom so maybe????? who's his heathers, then. who's his jd.

this musical relies a lot on gender roles too, though, so is this even possible???? i'm planning to take just its premise and throw away the plot anyway, what do i care??????? this would probably be easier if i just genderbent the relevant characters for the stereotype roles (but not their nyotalia counterparts) but at the same time i feel like the impact of feli's silliness making him off-putting to others is reduced if he's made a girl, because. stereotypical gender roles

so maybe i just make my veronica and heathers into girls and feli can be the strangely out-of-touch guy that kiku is friends with for some reason

so kiku, alfred, england and a secret third person (i am picking the heathers arbitrarily) get to be girls to retain the initial stereotype premise of heathers, i think

and when kiku is brought into the 'heathers' fold feli gets a bit neglected, and then up to a certain point it's kind of heathers-ish until ludwig decides he desperately needs to make sure feli doesn't accidentally wander off into a ditch in a surprise break-off from the jock pigeonholing that was thrusted upon him

and then kiku also backtracks from the heathers because (s)he is suspicious of this jock that kiku isn't nearly as familiar with possibly pretending to be feli's friend

one thing leads to another, they all chill, and then end up in a clubroom together for shenanigans that are Decidedly More Chill than the original plot of heathers; and kiku gets to sip tea and watch ludwig flail around his airheaded friend - who apparently had a prince charming waiting for him in the wings after all

or something. something something. my apologies for puzzling this out in your inbox

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[vintagedolan]

forgetful (egd)

it’s not like Ethan to forget things, so there’s no way he forgot your birthday... right?

word count: 4.2k

requested by: anon (thank you beeb!) 

warnings/tags: sad!ethan, forgetting of a birthday, panic attack, mentions of sean, angst (but it’s resolved cause im a weak fluffy bitch oops)

feel free to send in requests! i’ll write most things! hope you enjoy :)

This was one elaborate plan, you’d give him that. And he was hiding everything so well that you were ridiculously impressed. You went along with it, not wanting him to think that you were suspicious of anything.

“You all packed?” You asked, pouting a bit as he zipped up his bag and stood it up on its wheels. 

“Yep. It’s just for a few days, I’ll be back on Thursday. Need some family time with Mom,” he reassured you. 

Thursday. Your birthday. 

You never really made a big deal out of birthdays but after you had gotten Ethan two new custom longboards for his, he had promised you an epic celebration for your big day. And he hadn’t let you in on the secret at all. It took all your self control not to pry and ask questions as you followed him out to the car where Grayson was waiting. Was he even going to Jersey? Or was this all some big ploy? You wouldn’t put it past him. Either way, you knew you weren’t going to see him for a few days, which pulled at your heart strings a bit.

“Okay, well fly safe, and let me know when you all get there,” you wrapped your arms around his torso, squeezing tight. He nuzzled into your hair for a moment, squeezing you even tighter than he usually did. Between the way he was talking and that, you could tell something was definitely going on. 

“I will. I love you,” he said, leaning down to kiss you goodbye. It was quicker than usual. It only convinced you more.

“Love you too,” you smiled at him, letting go and moving to hug Grayson goodbye. You waved until they were out of sight before going inside, with a million thoughts of what he could be up to running through your head. 

He text you a quick made it safe about 6 hours later, right on time for a landing in New Jersey. You sent back some hearts and a response. 

Have fun hanging with your mom, I know you’ve missed her. I’ll talk to you tomorrow. I love you! It was a subtle way of trying to assure him that he didn’t need to be talking to you when he should be visiting with his family. 

He sent back a I will baby, I love you too and you left it at that. 

The next day went by fairly slow for a Monday. You piddled around the house, getting some work done and generally just relaxing. Ethan FaceTimed you around noon, and was acting even weirder than before. Something was definitely up, and you couldn’t help but get a little bit excited. He must be planning something big if he was this nervous about it. 

Tuesday was even weirder. He sent you a good morning text, but you didn’t hear from him again until that evening, and when he called you could tell that he was exhausted and wasn’t much in the mood for talking. It puzzled you some, but worried you more than anything. 

“Are you okay baby? You seem a bit off,” you asked.

“Yeah, I’m just tired. I need to go to bed. I love you.”

“I love you too, get some rest.” 

By Wednesday, you were actually starting to get concerned. You considered texting Grayson - if Ethan was actually upset about something, his brother would probably tell you. But you felt bad at the idea of going behind Ethan’s back so you waited. 

It was 9pm your time, which was midnight back in Jersey, when he finally facetimed you. He was in a bit higher spirits, which made you smile. His day was much more interesting than yours had been, so you listened to him talk about anything and everything, just content to hear his voice. When he finally got through all the events, he asked all about yours. There wasn’t much to tell, but you walked him through.

“I’m sure tomorrow will be more eventful,” you teased, rolling your eyes a bit.

“Yeah, about that. Cam is coming to surprise mom tomorrow, and Gray and I are gonna stay an extra day so we can see her. It’s been ages since we’ve all been home,” he explained. You balked. Was he kidding? You watched him closely, trying to see if he was joking or not. You noticed that he was fidgeting a little bit, one of his nervous habits. Something else was up. 

It clicked for you then - he was probably setting up the surprise, wanting you to think that he wasn’t even going to be in the state. Sneaky.

“Okay, that’s fine,” you responded, secretly looking around the screen to see if you could spot a camera. He would be filming this for sure if there was a video, and you didn’t want to ruin it.

“I was wondering if you could do me a favor tomorrow though. Louis Vuitton is getting a shipment of new stuff in for me and Gray, and we’re supposed to pick specific stuff by Saturday, do you think you could go get it and bring it home so we have more time to decide once we get back?” 

There it was. 

The weird get-you-to-a-certain-place excuse that was customary with any Ethan surprise. You breathed out a sigh - for a second there you really thought that he had forgotten. This was one of his less creative ideas, but you rolled with it anyways. 

“Yeah, I can get it. What time am I supposed to go?”

“Whenever is fine! Thank you baby,” he offered you a soft smile.

Weird. Usually he would be specific on a time. Oh well. He definitely just needed you out of the house so he could set up whatever it was. 

“You’re welcome. Isn’t it like 1am there now? You should be asleep,” you reminded him.

“Yeah, we’ve gotta get Cam pretty early in the morning so you’re probably right. Well, I love you, I’ll check on you tomorrow. Goodnight!”

“I love you too, goodnight baby.”

It was hard to sleep that night. Your mind was racing with a million different things, trying to think of what he would be planning. He was probably on a plane already. You woke up throughout the night, convinced you were hearing him sneaking in. But eventually you fell asleep with no dreams.

And when you woke up the next morning around 9am the house was empty and quiet. You didn’t feel any older, and to be honest it didn’t feel much different from your past few birthdays - you usually spent them alone. You walked around the house cautiously, peeking around corners to see if someone was there to jump out and surprise you. No one showed, so you simply went to the kitchen and made yourself a quick breakfast. 

Once that was done, you went back to Ethan’s bathroom and started getting ready. It had been awhile since you’d done a full face of makeup, and you put on one of your favorite outfits as well just to make you feel nice.

As you were putting your shoes on, you felt your phone buzz. 

Morning baby! what’re you up to? was the text from Ethan that came across your screen. 

morning! I’m headed to louis to get your alls clothes

You felt the butterflies starting to mount as you headed out to the car. Who knew what was gonna be there when you got back. Deciding to make the most of it, you stopped by your favorite coffee shop and got a drink on your way to the store. The workers were nice as always, even helping you to get all the garment bags into your car before waving as you drove off. 

The excitement mounted with each minute that passed on the way home. You were practically bouncing by the time you got to the driveway, opening the gate and pulling in. Nothing looked different - of course, he would have hidden the cars somewhere. 

You gathered all the garment bags, holding them high above you so they didn’t drag the ground, hoping you wouldn’t drop them if someone jumped out. 

Opening the door slowly, you braced yourself.

And nothing. 

Nothing happened. 

You kept walking, placing the bags down over the couch. 

“Hello?” You said, listening to the echo. There was no response. And then it hit you like a ton of bricks. 

No one was here. 

No one was coming.

You’d been forgotten. 

The tears came quickly, hot and angry down your cheeks. It took a moment for you to realize that you were actually embarrassed. You’d made up a whole scenario in your head that your boyfriend was planning some major surprise for you, when in reality he was actually across the country with no idea what day it even was. It stung much more than you thought it would. 

And so, you sat on the floor and cried, leaving tear stains on your outfit and throwing a full on pity party. You felt stupid, and childish, and unloved all at the same time. A tiny sliver of hope remained, but when you got a snapchat from Grayson of them in the car with Cam, it faded too. 

After about an hour you managed to get yourself up off the floor, going through the motions. You hung the boys clothes up in their closets, cleaned up your makeup; it was still your birthday. You were going to try to have a good day if you could. So you went back out to the grocery and bought yourself a cake. A whole ass cake in your favorite flavor, and you had the bakers write “happy birthday to me” on top of it in white icing. 

As you drove back to the house, your sadness started to turn into anger. You didn’t deserve this shit. You deserved to be celebrated on the one fucking day of the year that was about you. And you were happy that Ethan was getting to see his sister - you really were. If he had told you about it and been apologetic that he couldn’t be there for your birthday, you would have understood. But it was so very obvious that he’d completely forgotten, and that was what bothered you the most out of anything. 

When your phone rang with a facetime from him, you knew better than to answer it. You would say something that you really, really regretted. You let it ring through as you pulled in the driveway, carrying your cake inside and sitting it on the counter. Your phone rang again, and you ignored it. 

He seemed to give up, and sent you a text instead.

Hey baby, we ended up needing to get a flight tonight so I should be home around 11 or so your time. didn’t want you to get scared if you heard me. can’t wait to see you, I missed you!

You closed your phone. You didn’t trust yourself to not be an asshole. You knew that as soon as Ethan realized what was going on he was going to feel absolutely terrible. So you didn’t want to be a complete asshole. But... that didn’t mean you couldn’t be a little bit petty. 

So you decided to stay up until he got home. And by stay up, that meant waiting in the kitchen for him with your cake on the counter so he could realize exactly what had happened. Petty. But justified. 

The wait was long, but worth it when you finally heard them coming down the driveway. You started eating the cake, making sure to just get the corners because you wanted the words to stay visible.

The door clicked open and shut, and you heard the rustling of the boys coming in.

“Tell Y/N I said hey if she’s up, I’m going the fuck to sleep,” you heard Grayson explain, not even coming into the kitchen.

Good. You didn’t want him in the middle of all this anyways. 

Ethan almost passed you on his way to his room, but you caught his eye. His entire face lit up when he saw you, and you felt your resolve to be petty crack a little. He was so damn cute, it was hard to stay mad at him. 

“Baby you didn’t need to stay up! I figured you’d gone to sleep early since you didn’t answer earlier,” he grinned, coming over to you. 

“I’m awake.” Your tone stopped him in his tracks - he was on his way to kiss you, no doubt. You were even surprised at how mad you sounded. It wasn’t like you to pick a fight. 

“I can see that. Are you okay?” He was more cautious now, looking around to see if he could figure out what was happening. You gave him a minute before you took another bite of cake to give him a clue.

He looked down at the icing, and you watched him mouth the words as he read it. 

“Did you buy a clearance cake or something? What’s going on? I’m confused.”

“I can wait until you figure it out.” 

You watched the gears turn in his head. When he looked up from the pastry, his eyes were wide. 

“What’s today’s date?” He asked, his voice meek.

“I’ll give you one guess,” you murmured, taking another bite.

“Oh no. Oh no no no no,” he said, hands coming up to his hair. He held his head for a moment, and you noticed that his chest was rising and falling too fast. He stumbled a bit, reaching back to catch himself on the counter. His hand slipped slightly - was he sweating?

You pieced it together immediately. 

Panic attack.

Any anger, any pettiness you had flew out the window. You dropped your fork, running over to him and grabbing his hand. 

“C’mon, come with me Ethan it’s okay,” you said, guiding him as quickly as you could to the room you shared. They always resolved quicker if he was in his most comforting place, so when you got him in the room you immediately guided him to sit on the bed. 

You knelt in front of him, holding his hands in yours. 

“Breathe in while I squeeze, out when I let go, okay? Just like we always do, and it’ll stop. I’m right here,” you reassured him, squeezing his hands. To your relief he was able to take a deep breath in with you, but he exhaled immediately, panic still overriding. 

“You’re. You’re gonna - leave.” He was gasping through the words.

“Ethan I’m right here. I’m right here, I’m not leaving, no matter what. Just breathe baby, just breathe.” 

It took almost 15 minutes to get him fully calmed down, and you only knew it was over when he opened up his arms for you. You climbed onto his lap, no hesitation, wrapping your arms around him. 

It didn’t matter how angry you were - nothing was worse than seeing the man you loved in pain. You couldn’t stand it. 

“I am actually the biggest piece of shit to walk the face of the earth,” he mumbled into your shoulder a few moments later. You shook your head, pressing a kiss to his hair. 

“No you aren’t, I’m -”

“If you apologize, I swear to god,” he cut you off and you fell silent as he sat up and looked at you. “Please, please do not try to make me feel better right now.”

“Then what am I supposed to do?” You asked honestly. You felt guilty that your pettiness had caused him to panic so quickly. 

“Yell at me, scream at me, be fucking pissed off that I literally forgot the most important day of the fucking year,” he said, exasperated. 

“I’m not gonna do that.” You couldn’t do that was the correct answer. “Besides, I already had my fun. With the cake.” 

Ethan looked like he was going to explode.

“So I forget that today is your birthday. Not only do I not have a whole party and surprise for you, but I don’t even say happy birthday. And you spend the entire day alone, while I’m just fucking around on the other side of the country.”

“You were with your family, that’s not fucking around.” 

“While I’m just fucking around on the other side of the United States-” he repeated. “And your revenge on me was to buy yourself a cake...”

“And be petty about it,” you shrugged. He looked at you in disbelief. And honestly, you were surprised at yourself too. You’d been so hurt and mad earlier, but all that anger had left you somehow. Something about being with Ethan put you at peace, even in the most unsettling of situations.

“That wasn’t even being petty! What do you even mean!? How are you not screaming at me right now!?” He practically yelled. 

“I mean yeah, I was sad, but I pretty much hurt my own feelings.”

His face was actually red with frustration.

“Please explain what ridiculous way you’ve convinced yourself of that.”

You hesitated.

“It’s gonna make you sad.” 

He didn’t say anything, and you sighed, knowing he was gonna make you tell him. You looked down, toying with the hem of his shirt as you explained.

“Well, I thought it was kinda weird that you were going home so close to my birthday, so I kinda convinced myself that maybe you were surprising me or something. Like pretending to be gone, but actually you were gonna be here. And you seemed off while you were home, so I thought maybe you were just planning stuff, or maybe you were nervous about pulling it off. And I thought you asked me to go to Louis to get the clothes so you had time to set stuff up. But then when I got back I realized you were still in Jersey. So really it was only bad because I thought something was happening.”

“I am a piece of shit,” he repeated after a moment. 

“What was going on in Jersey that had you acting so weird?” You poised, trying to change the subject. He was going to continue beating himself up over forgetting, and there wasn’t much you could do to stop him, but you were genuinely curious as to what had been going on. You knew him well enough that you were sure that it was something - you’d just assumed wrong when guessing it was about you. 

His arms tightened around you slightly, pulling you to his chest while his cheek rested on your shoulder. Sometimes, he found it easier to talk about things when he wasn’t looking right at you. 

“It was Mom and Dad’s anniversary last week. It’s always really hard for her, and Grayson and I wanted to go see her to make sure she was alright, but we couldn’t get out there on the actual day. But we went to his grave on Tuesday, and I realized I hadn’t been back out there since the funeral. It stirred up a lot of emotions for everybody, but it was really nice being home with my family, even just for a little while. We facetimed with Cam while we were there, and she got upset too and wanted to see everybody so we got her a flight to come up for the day.”

You took a minute to process everything, and then you leaned back so that you could look at Ethan.

“Baby why didn’t you tell me? If I’d known all that I would have told you to stay longer.”

“I just... I didn’t want it to be a big deal. It shouldn’t be a big deal.” 

“Yes it should. Your family is the most important thing to you, it always has been and it always will be. That comes before anything,” you reassured him. “If your mom was having a hard time, you did the right thing by going to see her when you could.”

“My dad always handled everything so well. Always had a million things going on at once and never dropped anything. And I can’t even remember two fucking things.” His voice was getting rougher, and you could tell his throat was tight. You put a hand behind his neck, running your fingers through the hairs at the nape of it.

“I just wish I could be more like him. I always fuck everything up.” 

“You don’t Ethan. You’re more like your dad than you’ll ever know, he raised you to be an amazing man. I see parts of him in you everyday.” 

And for some reason those words broke him down, and he began to sob. You hadn’t seen him cry like that in a while, but when you had, no words could comfort him. So you just held him tightly and let him cry his way through it, running your fingers along his back gently and occasionally pressing a kiss to his temple. 

When he had finally cried himself out he just melted into your shoulder and let you hold him for a while. It was a few more minutes before he spoke.

“This must be a wonderful birthday for you. Your asshole boyfriend forgets about it, then comes home and spends the last hour of it in a panic attack and then bawling like a baby over his dead dad. I sure do know how to bring the party huh.” 

You leaned back to meet his eyes, and he had been so monotone through the whole thing that you couldn’t help but laugh. Your giggle caused him to start to crack, and before you knew it you were both cackling so hard you were crying.

“We’re quite the duo,” you teased, taking his face in your hands and wiping his tears away.

“I really am so sorry baby. I feel terrible.” 

“It’s alright Ethan. You had a reason, and to be honest it was kinda fun being petty for a minute. I don’t get to do it often,” you said. He was already forgiven. To your surprise, instead of arguing, he took your wrist in his hand, turning it to look at the time on your watch. 

11:58

“It’s still your birthday. Can I give you your present?”

“You got me a present?” You perked up.

“Of course I did, I’m not that shitty.”

“Gimme,” you smiled, holding out your hands. He smiled at that, putting his hands on your hips and lifting you off his lap. You watched him as he went to his closet, reaching behind one of his shoe boxes to pull out a small blue wrapped box, followed by an envelope. You made a grabby hand at it, making him chuckle as he handed them over.

“Which one should I open first?” 

“You’re the birthday girl, you decide,” he grinned.

You opted for the envelope, pulling it open and looking inside. There were a few pieces of paper, but you chose the one with Ethan’s handwriting on it first. In his messy scrawl you read:

plus a shopping spree for anything you want to take with us :) 

“Take with us? Where are we going?!” You exclaimed.

“Open the rest of it,” he urged. 

You reached in and found two plane tickets to Maui. 

“Holy shit! We’re going to Hawaii!?” 

“We leave in two weeks. I figured it was about time we went there by ourselves. I got us a nice little villa to stay at, and we’re gonna go clothes shopping for whatever you want. Though, I do request you pick out many, many bikinis.”

You smacked his chest before you kissed him.

“This is too much. Way too much.”

“Not possible. Here, open this one. It’s not as exciting, but I think you’ll still like it.” He passed you the box and ripped off the paper. What else could he have possibly gotten you?

When you pulled open the box, you gasped. It was a beautiful ring, with a raw black crystal on it that had a tiny blue stone nestled in it. It was obviously hand crafted, and it was just your style.

“Ethan this is beautiful,” you said, picking it up and admiring it. “What kind of crystal is this?”

“It’s black tourmaline, and the little stone is zircon, which is my birthstone. Black tourmaline is for protection, so it’s my promise to you that I’m always going to keep you safe.” He took the ring from your hand and slid it onto your finger. 

“I love you,” was the only response you could form as you crawled forward and settled yourself back in his lap. You kissed him hard, trying to say what you wanted without the words. No one had ever gotten you a gift so meaningful. He kissed you back, responding to each move you made, reciprocating as you lead, hands wandering. 

He took you by surprise when he stood up, hands moving to your ass as he lifted you and carried you towards the door.

“Where are we going?” In all honesty, you didn’t care. 

“I’m declaring it birthday week, and we’re celebrating every day. So we’re starting day two with cake.”

“I have sad news.”

His feet stopped and he looked at you, quirking an eyebrow.

“It’s not dairy free.”

He gasped a bit in mock hurt, but it turned into a smile that you kissed off his lips a moment later.

“Well then, I’ll just watch you eat cake and think of all the ways I’m going to spoil you until your next birthday to make up for this one.”

“Sounds like a plan to me.” 

[kpopchangedme]

L’Opéra: The Vicomte

Have you met our new patron? They say he’s beautiful beyond words and a romantic at that! A doomed lover of the art with a strong distaste for aristocracy, a lost boy on the verge of adulthood. This is his prologue.

Protagonists: Park Jinyoung - You - (Im Jaebum)

Genre: Romance - Drama - Love Triangle - Childhood Friends - 1880s!AU

Words: 1.7k

Moodboard: By yours truly.

L’Opéra [Mini Masterlist]

Blah blah blah. How annoying. Jinyoung taps his finger on the edge of the wooden desk, barely listening to the conversation in front of him. He’s very excited about the project, that’s not it. It’s just boring listening to the two businessmen talk about opera like it’s something they understand. They’re all about the number of asses in the seats and money. They know nothing about Art.

Still, Jinyoung said yes. Of course, he did! Ever since his childhood he always dreamt of becoming mécène of an artist. He just never expected to become the patron of a big Opera House. Those can be quite lucrative, but they need funds to build decors, sew costumes and feed the crew before opening night. That’s when Jinyoung comes of use to these men.

So now he’s their new sponsor, a benefactor. He smirks, he always liked that term. His father would have stopped him, though. He would have told him to find a less costing hobby. He, for example, loved violinists and pianists. He sponsored one straight to the Conservatoire de Paris, he always talked about that. He never cared for singers; never understood his son’s fascination with them.

For Jinyoung, there’s nothing quite like hearing a new unique voice, nothing like a talented vocalist, even if he’s simply practicing his arpeggios. He sighs; he’s not that bad at singing himself. He had to practice for hours a day in his youth, because of his speech disorder. He’d receive a lot of compliments about his abilities at boarding school and also at church. Jinyoung would have loved to become an actor, a poet. He wouldn’t mind sleeping in a different bed every night, never knowing what that night would look like. He doesn’t fear the unknown or the unexpected; he always loved it, ever since that particular summer… Besides, it’s not like growing up in a higher society is any fun. He envies the life of actors and performers, full of drama, lovers and-

“Hannibal?” Jinyoung interrupts Mr. Firmin and Mr. André, his attention caught up by a word he just heard.

“Yes, Vicomte” Firmin nods, convincing. “We’re taking over now, but the staffs were already working on Hannibal, the Première is already set in two days!”

“Who’s the female lead singer?”

“La Carlotta, monsieur.” Jinyoung nods, satisfied, Carlotta is quite a big household name. It’s pleasing to know she’ll be part of his Opéra. “You should come, what a great honour it would be for the workers to meet you there!”

“I wouldn’t miss it, I've never heard of a lead Soprano with as much experience as her.” André claps his hands happy, and the Vicomte tilts his head. “But I also heard she is a lot of work... Quite the diva reputation even eclipsing her amazing technique sometimes.” Firmin wiggles from one foot to the other, glancing nervously at his business partner.

“Hum, yes.” André licks the roof of his mouth, thinking. “To tell the truth, she really has been a challenge to please. Always asking for m-”

“Lovely lovely voice’s technique, a nightingale!” Firmin interrupts him and André winces. “Her face is as lovely, monsieur, and she’s unmarried.” Jinyoung eyes flutter in annoyance at the impudence and he bites his cheek.

“Monsieur Firmin! I’m sure our dear Vicomte has already a lady somewhere in the countryside!” André nods apologetically his way, but already, Jinyoung’s mind is far. “His fiancée is probably an accomplished lady!”

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“My hand?” You throw your head back laughing and he wants to tell you to keep your voice down, but he’s frozen still. Instead, he glances behind his shoulder worried that someone might find you. “Why would you want it?” Jinyoung's gaze widens, he imagined many scenarios, but this wasn’t one of them. He thought you’d get it right away, but then again, maybe you are just teasing him.

“Hum, I-I…” He curses himself for being unable to control his stuttering, he wishes he’d be so much more than who he is right now. Able to speak like his father would want him to; like a man. You lean against a big tree and wait for him to go on; eyeing the young man’s tormented expression with an amused half-smile. “I’m just asking f-f-for…” He sighs in frustration.

“Do you want to sing it?” Your crystal laugh echoes when he shakes his head with irritation. “Or should we play charades?” He watches as you lick your lips, pensively. How could you still not know how he feels, even after all this time. “We used to do this younger... When you didn’t want to talk…”

At that he frowns, Jinyoung always wants to talk with you; it’s just that his words don’t come out. It’s an infuriating thing that leaves him powerless. To be honest, he’d talk to you all the time if he didn’t have to stop to hear the sweet sound of your voice back.

“You want my hand… For?” You run your tongue on your lower lip again and for a second there, he wonders what the pink skin tastes like but looks away. He feels his cheeks burn like fire and his hands sweat at the thought. “Are you alright, Jinyoung-ie?” Your eyes are suddenly big in fake concern. “It doesn’t matter you know. You can ask me later…” But it does matter though. Nothing, nobody, ever mattered as much to him. He wants to ask you now, promise, before going back to school.

“You know I am leaving tomorrow.” He breathes out without halting, he’s relieved and you proudly grin.

“See?” The white light of the day is shining through the branches above and illuminating your tied hair, forming a halo around your head. “It’s better now; you don’t have to be nervous.”

“We both are f-f-fi-fifteen now” He hates words that start with that letter the most. You blink, waiting for him to elaborate with a knowing smile. “I want to tell you how I f-feel-”

“Y/N!” Somewhere, your maid calls for you. She’d disapprove of finding you alone with a man, so you both hide. You grab Jinyoung’s hand and he lets you guide him through the trees, bewildered by the warmth of your fingers intertwined with his. After a few minutes you turn around to face him, not very far away, she still calls your name.

“We don’t have time, I’m sorry I teased you.” Jinyoung twitches in surprise as you release his hand to reach for your hair bun. You should’ve been wearing an outdoor hat, but you were never one to bother with conventions. You set your hair free from the tight bun and he watches in awe. He hasn’t seen it undone in years. Jinyoung reaches for a lock, but you grab his fingers before he can touch it.

“I’m giving you this.” He notices what you are doing without realizing much. Your fingers work around his wrist, tying your sky blue ribbon until both of your hands are held together. He raises his eyes to meet yours, heart beating fast, it’s the ribbon he got back for you the first summer. What you did looks like something familiar; handfast. He blushes heavily, realizing that you understood what he meant to ask earlier.

“Jinyoung, I-I tied us...” You sigh and smile; trying to find the words he would never be able to master. “I can’t give you much, but know that my heart is yours. It has been for years now and I love you... too.” It feels like his chest is going to burst. “Even when you are far, I only see you, I only think of you. Father and I, we’ll always be… obliged to your family…”

“Don’t say that.” Jinyoung wrinkles his nose, looking at your hands fastened together in wonder again. “I don’t want you to say it’s because of that.”

“I’m not.” You giggle. “But I also know who you are and where you stand. We’re not the same.”

“Do not talk like him!” Jinyoung grimaces and lowers his voice, worried that the maid might find you. “It doesn’t matter what they think. We’ll be together; if you just say yes then we’ll be together.” Your lips curl, encouraging him to continue. “Hell, we can even run away!” He laughs, his confession coming easily. “Nothing else matters if you are with me, we can leave the old country if you want to! If you wish, I’ll ask your father after boarding school, he likes me. I’ll find a way to convince mine. I’ll-”

“Jinyoung” He stops to stare into your eyes again, a bit scared of what you’ll reply.

“What?”

“You haven’t stuttered in over a minute.”

“… Oh!” His gaze widens and without waiting, you lean in slowly, delicately brushing your lips against his. The touch is so soft, sweet and pure that it simply stops the world.

Jinyoung shakes his head. After that, you weren’t there anymore. In a short year, everything you both were was destroyed.

“No fiancée.”  He waves his hand to André and Firmin, letting them know he’s not offended. “I’d be honoured to meet with the lead actress for supper after the performance if you want. I’m curious as to what all the fuss around her is about.”

Both gentlemen’s eyes open in shock, but they nod, approving. Jinyoung doesn’t care for conventions; he doesn’t deny himself the simple joy of eating with a beautiful lady he’s curious about. It doesn’t matter from what society she is, he’ll probably lose interest after five minutes of conversation, like with all the other women he met so far. Many tried to catch his eye, but he’s impossible to hold on to. Strangely, they all want him for that exact same reason; he yearns for much more than them. They’re never enough, but they all wish they could be.

Jinyoung smirks, he already lost his heart once; the prospect of it happening again isn’t particularly appealing.

“Right, perfect. I’m sure La Carlotta will be honoured to share a meal with you, Vicomte.”

L’Opéra [Mini Masterlist]

[hayjeon]

Memory Lane ft. Yoongi

Drabble game #100: “I adore you.” 

→ grumpy husband yoongi au aka lots of fluff (mentions of sex) → 1.7k words, part 2

A/N: I recently had a realization that the way my blog is structured doesn’t really give me a great leeway to express my creativity and feels for the members at random. So this is the start to a really short series of drabbles for all of the members in super short (less than 2k) drabbles! To be continued! :) Hope you guys like it. 

more from this au: here, more drabbles: here

“You’ve got a wonderful wife there, son.”

Yoongi gives the elderly man a small smile and nods in agreement, clinking his beer can against his and tipping back the cold liquor into his throats with his eyes trained on you, a feat that happens quite often.

Often Yoongi finds himself just staring at you, in awe of how someone like you ended up with someone like him.

Your friends would describe you as sweet, bubbly, kind, selfless, and bright. His friends would describe you as “the light that shined in Min Yoongi’s horribly dreadful bitch ass life.” And although he always gives them a glare or just brushes their comments off with an eye roll it’s moments like these when he feels like the six dickwads’ words can never be any more accurate.

You’re kindly helping an elderly couple go down the steps, an arm around the grandmas back and your hand wrapped in hers. It’s like a hundred fucking degrees out here and he just wants to die and go curl up in bed and maybe fuck but you’re laughing with the other people on the tour with a wide smile and twinkling laughter gracing your lips.

He doesn’t really remember where exactly you guys are, some specific part of this terribly hot place called Bora bora, an overpriced area for a honeymoon but a place for him to spend his money on you nonetheless. And he’d originally convinced the wedding planner to give you two some time alone, rejecting the tour guide offers and group sightseeing options in exchange for what he expected to be a week laying in bed, maybe naked, waking up to the sound of ocean waters in his ear and the smell of your perfume in his nose. But all it took was a look of begging from your big ass beautiful eyes and he’d caved like a little pussy for you, grumpily agreeing to your wishes to take a look around this dreaded place with a group of other people he didn’t know.

And of course they had no idea who he was thankfully, cause he was not down to deal with people who were trying to make small chat about his music or his past as a boy band. But you warmed up to them in seconds, and all these couples ranging from young barely-twenty-somethings to elderly couples enjoying their fiftieth anniversaries are fawning over you like no other. And you have this stupid ass flower pinned to your hair and a skirt wrapped around your waist and all he wants to do is get out of this dumb ass sun and sleep after a nice bath most likely with you in it.

But then you smile at him and give him a laugh and he can’t help but smile back at you and take his hands out of his pockets and lift the camera around his neck to snap a few pictures of you. And as he skips through the pictures he’d already taken of you he’s again in awe at how karma has somehow skipped over his life. He’s the kind of guy to secretly implant viruses into Namjoon’s computer to get him back for the dirty dishes he always left in the sink before Yoongi finally moved out. He likes to sleep in his free time while goody-goodies like Jimin and Taehyung often are photographed volunteering at orphanages in their free time. He always points and laughs whenever Jin and Hobi get shit drunk and always pretends not to know then whenever they get in trouble and he rejects any of Jeongguk’s offers to go to the gym together. He’s a very specific kind of guy and his members always tell him that “karma’s a bitch” whenever he does something horrible. (Which is quite often by the way, because he’s sometimes bored out of his mind and usually takes out his wicked fantasy pranks on his members).

But somehow the bitch named karma never visited him cause he’s staring right at the biggest blessing of his life: you.

You, who dropped the fuck out of nowhere to grace his otherwise uneventful life after his band members and he decided to go their separate ways on good terms. He remembers the moment he met you, how irritated he was at his stupid ass dog who wouldn’t stop running no matter how much he called. Holly ran towards you and wrapped his leash around your legs while you were playing with your own puppy, Gracie. And even though it was entirely his dumb fucking fault for agreeing to babysit the fluffy menace in the first place, and his fault for running straight into your hand that was holding a venti americano (his favorite) he was in awe at how profusely you apologized and offered to dry clean his shirt and fretted the fuck out with a cute crease between your eyebrows.

And he remembers how for the following few weeks he’d held your business card in his hand, running his fingers over the formal, stiff material that directed him to the veterinarian with the instructions to “ask the awesome receptionists for Y/N if you ever want to get that shirt cleaned or have this cute little puppy get a check up!” His mother had been so surprised when her son suddenly called again and offered to take care of Holly for once, instead of her trying to bribe him with Lamb skewers to do the chore. You’d been so fucking delighted to have his lanky figure walk into your homey little vet shop with a grimace on his face and a cute little barking puppy in his arms.

He decided that Holly had a reoccurring cold right then and there and used that excuse to visit your office twice a week, something that the receptionists and nurses noticed but didn’t mention before always directing him over to your office whenever he opened that door. And he didn’t say anything either and just grumpily sat and watched you fawn over Holly before telling him over and over, “Yoongi, Im telling you Holly is perfectly fine.” with this twitch of your hip and a knowing smile on your face that drove him crazy.

Offers for coffee, meals, movies that you directed at him in apology for the events earlier that month somehow morphed into events that he insisted on paying for, insisted on picking you up for and dropping you off after. Then August bled into September and into November soon and somehow he was shyly curling his fingers around your own as your dogs played on the fields together and telling you, “So um, do you like maybe…wanna go out with me?”

And he remembers after you said, “Min Yoongi isn’t that what we’ve been doing for the past three months?” with a glinting smile on your pretty little lips, he’d leaned down and kissed the fuck out of them, sucking and biting until your lips were red and puffy and open, panting in short breaths and your cheeks blushing a fierce red. He knew right then and there that he wanted to make you his and then December was turning into another December and then another and after 2 years 4 months 6 days of meeting you he goes out to buy the prettiest damn ring there is and keeps it in his pocket and then secretly goes to the countryside to go meet your parents. He remembers his hands being so clammy and he was stuttering and making an absolute fool out of himself as he sits on that couch in your parents’ living room facing your father.

He feels so relieved at your fathers warm smile, the same smile you have, and a clap on his shoulder that makes him jump and he’s so happy he needs to pee. And then he asks Hoseok and Namjoon to help him plan an elaborate proposal that’s actually a big mistake because they don’t know how to plan if their lives depended on it. But it doesn’t matter anyway cause one night he’s watching you rummage around your kitchen to find the right ingredients to make him some dinner because he’d been looking “too thin lately!” when he pops the question, leaning against your counter.

“Y/N, marry me.”

You turn around, a pink frilly apron on and a spatula in your hand, as you face him with wide eyes. “W-what?”

He remembers with a start. “Oh shit, I’m supposed to do this, my bad,” he gets down on one knee, dressed in a comfortable t shirt and sweats, instead of the nice suit he’d prepared a while ago for the perfect moment. But right here, right now, he feels as if it’s the moment he’s been waiting for. “We’ve been dating for 2 and a half years today and I can’t wait until it’s three cause I’m desperate to make you my wife. I adore you.”

And then you’re crying and burning your finger on the hot pan and he’s yelling and jumping up to run your hand under water and you’re ignoring him and throwing your arms around him and crying “Yes yes yes!” while peppering his face with kisses and he’s laughing and then you’re both yelling because he fumbles with the ring and then drops it into the sink disposal. Three hours and a call to the plumbing company later, you’re nestled in his arms, his ring on your finger and he realizes with a start that he would never give up anything for you.

Which is why he’s standing here in the hot weather in a foreign country he never wanted to come to in the first place surrounded by people, the things he hates the most.

But he knows it’s all worth it as he snaps another few pictures of you laughing and smiling as some dancers grab your hand and lead you into the center of the circle of the show they’re hosting. You’re waving at him, jumping around with an elderly lady, a dancer, and a random guy he can't recognize.

“You caught a good one there.”

Usually when strangers talk to him, Yoongi tries his best to avoid further conversation. But as he gazes down at the pictures he has and the real life version of you, he smiles and clinks beers with the man next to him and takes another sip.

“Yeah, I think I did.”

The next Tae version of this is out here! :) 

[jugxbets]

Archie's Little Sister: Chapter Ten

[the-evolving-falcon]

PLOTTING CHEAT-SHEET

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Mun name: Elly, though I don’t identify that strongly with this nickname, meaning I am always open to suggestions on what’d you’d rather call me lol

OOC Contact: IM on any of my blogs, Skype, potentially Discord

Who the heck is my muse anyway:

Shun Kurosaki ~ The sole survivor of the Heartland invasion still opposing Academia and Akaba Leo; a war hardened soldier driven by his determination and deep hatred alone after losing everything he held dear.  Forced into a set of circumstances detrimental to his nature of a far-sighted strategist, he had no choice but adapt by pursuing one suboptimal solution after another, a fact he is painfully aware of, but with no time to prepare, no reliable access to information, and almost no resources at his hand, he rather quickly recognized the act of sticking to one elaborate strategy to be a futile endeavor posing a risk to his survival on top of it.  Having traveled to Standard to continue his onslaught, he has formed an alliance with Akaba Reiji, ultimately becoming his right-hand man and equal in rank.

Ruri Kurosaki~ One of the four girls representing the will of Nature itself, thus becoming Akaba Leo’s target as her existence and the workings of her bracelet prevent the four dimensions from merging. After the invasion of her home, she, too, picked up arms and fought, though her personal rebellion was cut short by Akaba Leo’s most trusted agent capturing her after having been enabled to do so by a spy infiltrating the Resistance’s ranks and getting close to Ruri. From the very first day of her captivity, she’s been plotting to break free lowering the guard of Akaba Leo and her watchdogs in an elaborate scheme ultimately failing as a result of an unlucky coincidence alone. Upon being freed by Shun, she’s been working towards the improvement of Leo Corp.’s image and public relations.

Serena~ Another of Nature’s four girls, born in the Fusion Dimension and raised as an Academia warrior, but never deployed to an actual battlefield due to her role in Akaba Leo’s plans, a weapon gone berserk as a result of disuse and a lack of guidance. In an act of rebellion, she escaped to Standard, aiming to prove her worth by slaying the final Xyz survivor. Having learned about Academia’s true colors from Yuzu Hiiragi, Shun Kurosaki, and Reiji Akaba, she changed loyalties and became a Lancer. Her flawed perception of her surroundings and herself brought upon by years of being exposed to Academia’s propaganda, however, are causing her to still strive for the idealized image of a proud and honorable Academia warrior without her being aware of it, making her particularly susceptible to manipulation and deceit.

Points of interest:

Shun Kurosaki

Highly intelligent

Cynical misanthrope and pessimist-realist

An interior almost equally harsh and cold as his exterior

Worst Civilian your muse will probably meet

Skilled at making delicious meals from scraps

Exhibits an adorable blinking tic when perplexed and/or flustered

His ‘Nii-san game’ is incredibly strong, though your muse’ll have to first get on his good side for him to treat them as an older sibling would - a task about as difficult as to move a mountain

Ruri Kurosaki

Manipulative and cunning

Sharpened silver tongue

Deep love for myths and tales

Tends to conceal her true self behind a variety of masks, only removing them once a strong bond has been formed

Her interior is colder than what some of her masks suggest

Carries a crushing amount of guilt within her

Desires to temporarily escape the harsh reality without denying it

Serena

Child soldier desperate to prove her worth on the battlefield

Severe lack of social skills

Easily angered

Likes to see herself as an independent thinker when she’s anything but

Prone to idealization and oversimplification

Stubborn and strong willed; capable duelist

Unconsciously seeking to be guided by someone making use of her skills in an effective fashion

What they’ve been up to recently:

Shun Kurosaki

Preparing for the impending war with Fusion alongside Akaba Reiji and working towards his goal of freeing Ruri

Gradually reconnecting with his nature of a thorough planner, becoming slightly less pessimistic in the process

Dating Akaba Reiji

Semi-grudgingly putting up with his boyfriend attempting to teach him the ways of a civilian

Freeing Ruri

Ruri Kurosaki

Working towards her escape

Gently bullying Reiji into liking her

Contributing to Standard’s war effort by strengthening Leo Corp.’s public image

Gradually developing a crush on Fuuma Tsukikage

Serena

Running into high-ranking Academia soldiers

Trying to respond to Yuzu’s attempts at improving her social skills

Getting used to the life of a civilian

Throwing around baseless accusations

Where to find them:

Shun Kurosaki

Ruins of Heartland

LDS

Darker alleys of Maiami City

Potentially Synchro

Ruri Kurosaki

Ruins of Heartland

Academia quarters serving as her first ‘Golden Cage’ prior to her complete isolation in the Western Tower

LDS

Potentially Synchro

Serena

Academia quarters serving as her ‘Golden Cage’

Rest of Academia’s grounds, together with her watchdogs 

LDS

Potentially Synchro

Current plans:

Shun Kurosaki

Training an improved second generation of Lancers, as well as Standard’s general army

Learning the truth about Akaba Leo’s plans, as well as his sister’s and best friend’s role in it

Planning Standard’s assault on Fusion alongside Reiji

Ruri Kurosaki

Recovering from the aftereffects of months of solitary confinement and complete isolation

Supporting Shun and Reiji in their plans

Contributing to Standard’s war effort

Serena

Honing her combat skills

Fighting on a real battlefield

Finding meaning in her newly-acquired freedom

Desired interactions:

Shun Kurosaki

Non-familial sibling interactions with the bracelet girls other than Ruri, Masumi, and maaaybe one of the Fuuma ninjas or Reira

Reluctant allies (potentially developing into something genuine)

Mentor-disciple bonds

Coincidental encounters

Ruri Kurosaki

Romantic relationships

Platonic relationships

Reluctant allies

Enemy interactions

Serena

Romantic relationships - particularly of an unhealthy nature

Platonic relationships

Allies

Manipulator - manipulated interactions

Offered interactions:

Shun Kurosaki

If your bracelet girl character plays her cards right, she can gently bully Shun into liking and accepting her as his younger sister

As the one responsible for forging Standard’s inhabitants into capable soldiers, Shun can supervise your character’s training

Academia characters can be captured and interrogated by him, with the possibility of a memory wipe turning them into a soldier fighting for Standard’s cause

Various AU scenarios

Ruri Kurosaki

Fighting alongside Ruri in the Heartland war

Ruri can be visited in her imprisonment and either taunted, befriended or, under very specific circumstances, freed

In Standard, Ruri can be accompanied to or encountered at various social gatherings hosted by important people

Interactions with brainwashed!Ruri (with the brainwashing being far more thorough and permanent, and a direct modification of her memories, rather than the result of a parasite controlling her)

Various AU scenarios

Serena

Interactions with the purpose of either convincing her of Academia’s true colors or making her become loyal to the Professor again

Helping her see through her flawed thought patterns or shamelessly exploiting them to your character’s advantage

Visiting her in her ‘Golden Cage’

Interactions between fellow Lancers

Gaining her trust and loyalty by effectively using her skills

Various AU scenarios

Current open post/s:

None at the moment. May make one or more upon request.

Anything else?:

I strongly dislike what has become of Arc-V after season one, meaning my muses’ characterization and backstory is almost solely based on season one as well, and I’d like for my RP partners to play along with my alternate worldbuilding and timeline created for a war story, rather than a Sakaki worshipping fest.

All of my muses are free of the egao-plague, and my Kurosaki muses in particular are completely immune to childish ideals and oversimplification, none of which will work to resolve their personal issues.

Shun is season one Reiji’s equal in every way and war veteran on top of it, so I ask you, the other mun, to treat him accordingly.  

Zarc and Ray don’t exist in my muses’ verses, meaning if you RP as one of them, careful plotting and lots of tweaking will be required to make a particular thread idea work.

Threads with a combination of my muses are perfectly possible, just ask :)

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