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wincore · 4 years ago

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field day | jung sungchan

pairing: sungchan x fem!reader

synopsis: when you, as cheer captain, are best friends with the pride and joy of the soccer team, rumors are bound to fly around.

genre: high school au, soccer au, bff2l, fluff

words: 7.5k

warnings: language, jung “the risk i took was calculated but man am i bad at math” sungchan

request: sungchan + ball + “ everyone is looking at us. is that a good or a bad thing? ” (from the first option) ^__^

song recs: after school - weeekly / pleaser - wallows / some - bol4 / sweet talk - saint motel / love so sweet - cherry bullet

a/n: i tried recalling some hs memories for this and im hoping i wasnt the only one that went through the “shipped with a random dude” ordeal LOL. i haven’t written shorter fics in a while so i’m glad i got to. tq for requesting, lovepie <33

In high school, peer pressure tends to come in different forms. For you, it’s taken the shape of this.

“Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!”

You look around your classmates, scanning each and every face chanting with glee like you’re a star player scoring the winning point. The tall figure shifts beside you, glancing at you like a blinking idiot. You’re not even on the losing team but it feels just as frustrating.

You glare at the boy beside you. The trouble is Jung Sungchan. The trouble has always been Jung Sungchan.

“Come on!” Chenle calls with a teasing grin from the buzzing crowd. The little shit. It’s getting hotter with each minute you spend by the green soccer field and its dusty chalked lines, just at the tip of the bleachers. You didn’t even get enough time to breathe before you were surrounded, the soccer team pushing a stumbling Sungchan onto you. It’s too sunny for this today.

“The star soccer player gets a kiss from the lead cheerleader after a winning game! That’s the rule.” Chenle announces.

Sungchan looks at you and you turn to him, the both of you looking at each other like fish out of water. Even though you’ve clarified at least a hundred times that you’re just friends, your peers don’t seem to be satisfied. (“Famous last words,” they say.)

“No,” you say, firmly.

“No,” Sungchan agrees, nodding his head wisely.

“Don’t copy me,” you say, smacking his chest, and a quiet ‘oof’ escapes his mouth.

The fact that you’ve been best friends since Sungchan offered you a light green crayon in elementary school just fuels the idea that you have to date. There’s this difference between elementary school kids teasing and high school kids teasing—it was so much easier back when boys were afraid of cooties from girls. It was innocent too. Now, it’s more of nudges and sly grins, teasing with unnecessary innuendo. (What else do you expect from teenagers experiencing puberty?) It doesn’t stop you from being best friends though. Sungchan still visits on Fridays to get on your mom’s nerves and help you with homework (or try to). You still have all the little trinkets he’s gifted you over the years and the lock to his phone is still your birthday. You’re best friends and strictly that.

When you got into the same middle school though is when it started going downhill. Holding his hand was awkward, touching him in any way was awkward and god forbid you compliment him on something. The kids around you would run across the halls saying “(name) likes Sungchan!” or the other way around sometimes. Heathens, the lot of them. But at the very least, he wasn’t too fazed and you wonder how he could be that even-tempered. If it was just you feeling that way, then maybe you did like him more than he did you.

You shake it off.

Sungchan’s much more grown now and at least a foot taller since his awkward adolescent years; he looks handsomer too but you wouldn’t be caught dead saying it out loud. After all, it’s only going to spark another debate on the anonymous school forum. (“(name) finds Jung Sungchan attractive, they’re totally dating.” “I knew it. A boy and a girl can’t be friends, especially if they’re both good looking.”) If you’re being honest, you hate the rumours so much—it’s one of the reasons, apart from puberty, stopping you from being as close as before. However, you do understand that this is how the passage of time works. You’re not going to be spending all of your time with each other, yes, but you still regard him as important. Your life is too busy now, with exams and practice—and you’d think a busy bee would get some honey as reward.

Sungchan’s curls stick to his forehead, unruly after he wiped at them with a towel. The sunlight plays with his eyes when he looks at you intently and you shrug. The smell of sweat is starting to make you nauseous. You remember that you too need to take a shower.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” you mumble.

“Not today?” He asks.

You shake your head. “The girls have a plan.”

It’s not just the sweat. Or the crowds. You don’t like being here at all. There’s one more problem with this place.

You hate soccer.

And by hate, you mean you despise it. Like you’ll throw up at the sight of it. What’s so riveting about a bunch of smelly, sweaty guys excited about chasing a patterned ball? You’ve tried to understand it but every time your dad explains the rules, you find yourself zoning out of whatever alien language he speaks.

Sungchan has been the closest to getting you to understand the game and even then, you refused to learn. It’s not like you’re society’s definition of girly—but you’re not a tomboy either. The school has granted you the “ice queen with a warm interior” stereotype so you’ll just go with that. To be honest, you’re just a little more awkward at open affection than your friends. (And Sungchan has the “friendly beagle” stereotype which you’ll agree is partly true. He’s more of a retriever though, with that size.) It’s just funny how you can never seem to know who you are but other people see so clearly.

You hurry up to the locker rooms and hope for a better evening than this afternoon.

The sky burns blue and you wipe the sweat off your brow once you step out of the changing room. Cooling off from your shower has gone to waste. Adjusting your school skirt, you take your usual strides to the school gates.

Ryujin seems to be showing Yuna a very flamboyant dance move while the latter hypes her up. Ryujin is in her gym uniform because she has no care for her reputation apparently, but she makes it work. Yuna’s about to show her own move when she notices you and waves at you vigorously enough to make you jog towards her and stop embarrassing herself in front of the after school crowd. But then again, she’s too cute for that.

“We got bored waiting for you,” Yuna explains, voice hoarse from her cold. Poor thing wasn’t let into performing because of it. “Do you wanna see our cool new move? Ryujin came up with it!”

Ryujin rolls her eyes. “You’re trying to advertise me to (name) so she can recruit me into cheerleading, aren’t you?”

You smile and cross your arms, facing Yuna who’s been caught mid-act. She smiles sheepishly and pats your shoulder like she just said a funny joke.

“Actually…” You begin and Ryujin holds up her arms in a cross.

“No. Never. I’m already part of the hip-hop dance club.”

“I was going to say that I’ll join you instead.”

Yuna gasps in betrayal, big eyes widening, and Ryujin grins before sticking her tongue out and potentially ruining her image with that expression. She doesn’t care, however.

“Anyway, I can’t wait to get to college and join a dance club.” Ryujin looks at the two of you excitedly. “I keep getting snaps from Yeji and feel so jealous.”

Yuna pouts. “Don’t be so happy about leaving me.”

“Aw, is the baby afraid of not getting any more sisterly doting?” Ryujin teases and you laugh at the disgruntled expression on Yuna’s face.

“Don’t worry,” Ryujin continues with a sly grin. “Taehyun’s here to keep you company for another year.”

Yuna turns red in the face, a high pitched complaint emitting from her throat. “I told you to keep quiet about that!”

“Oh, what’s this?” You wiggle your eyebrows. “We’re starting boy talk early today.”

Yuna huffs. “At least, mine’s just a crush. I don’t know what relationship status: complicated you have going on with Mr. Soccer Captain.”

You flush hotly. “There’s no relationship status to be complicated about! Seriously, why does everyone think we’re a thing?”

“You’re cheer captain and he’s soccer captain,” Ryujin answers logically. “Plus, you’re best friends.”

“You have a lot of sexual tension,” Yuna answers honestly.

You make a face, slipping your arms into theirs and pulling them along the sidewalk. You better get something to drink before the sky starts to turn purple from pink tinged blue.

“Ooh, another desperate attempt from (name) to not get teased,” Ryujin leans back to whisper to Yuna.

You stop walking. “Wait. Where are we going?”

Yuna shakes her head. “I’ll lead the way.”

Skipping over the concrete sidewalk, you laugh at your friends and their stories (read: Ryujin gushing over Yeji’s college dance club and Yuna’s newfound crush on Taehyun). The blue sky has tinged orange by now but it’s the sort of colour that sits in between more significant timeframes, like night and evening. Passing by a city square, you eye the people with wonder. A girl in a pink skirt skateboards smoothly over the concrete, her boyfriend filming her with a loving smile.

“We’re here!” Yuna announces.

You look around the large open plaza, with people of all ages and in different attires trying out skateboarding and rollerblading over the grey concrete. It’s been getting popular lately, with idol pop stars taking to it too but you never knew there was this big a community. There seems to be a few stalls renting out skateboards too. The wind caresses your hair, evening cool settling in nicely on your skin. The sky is purple but it’s lit up with the city buildings and street lamps flickering on. It’s not a bad day at all.

Someone catches your attention. A boy that sticks out like a sore thumb everywhere he goes.

“Sungchan?!”

Your eyes somehow always settle on his figure, tall and standing out in the crowd of teenagers. He clutches his blue bag, the one he’s had since third grade, close to his chest and looks more like a tourist in this place than a frequent visitor. He’s not the only one in school uniform now that you’re here.

“(name)!”

You hate how you love the way his face lights up when he sees you. You’re not actually into him. It’s your friends brainwashing you.

“I was going to invite you,” Sungchan says, a sorry smile on his face.

Ryujin and Yuna frown at each other but you can’t exactly ask the reason for it.

“Isn’t it great we had the same plans?” he beams at the three of you.

Yuna suppresses a smile and you wonder why. It’s not like your friends would know he’d be here—you’d know first as best friend.

"How did you guys come across this place?" He asks, eyes round with curiosity.

"Somi's Tiktok," Yuna answers, smiling. "We thought she works here but if she really was, guys would be swarming this place."

Ryujin raises her eyebrows. "Speaking of which, I can clearly see why there are so many girls here."

Sungchan beams, turning to you for affirmation and when you don't give him any, he drops his grin to a more polite smile.

“I don’t work at the stalls though,” he answers. “I’ve just been here a few times.”

“You’re trying to learn, aren’t you?” Ryujin asks, raising an eyebrow.

He nods. However, you furrow your eyebrows at her. How does she know? Eyes widening, you realize it must be the school forum. You remember reading a post about a student wanting to learn skateboarding and the wording felt familiar but you didn’t think much. How they figured it out, you will never know.

“Oh! Oh, I think my nose is bleeding. Oh god.” Yuna sniffs vehemently, her finger at her nose. “I think I’m going to need Ryujin to get me to a clinic.”

Linking her arm through Ryujin’s, Yuna makes an apologetic expression and runs off into a particularly crowded area.

You blink. The realization dawns.

"They just left me," you tell him, exasperated. "How could they just leave me?"

He shrugs. "My team left me at a rival school's field once."

Great. Your last outing before midterms and your friends have abandoned you. If this is the case, you wonder why they complain about you spending so much time with Sungchan and allegedly ignoring them.

You regain a sense of your surroundings and turn to him. "Wait. They really left you?"

He nods diligently, eyes trained upwards as he tries to recall the memory. "I told you, didn’t I? On the plus side though, I made friends with the opposite team."

"That's so… cute."

Your cheeks heat up at saying it out loud. If Sungchan is affected by it in any way, he doesn't show it. Instead, he has his usual smile on.

“Do you wanna try?” he asks. “Skateboarding. Or rollerblading but I personally don’t recommend that.”

He curls his lips, shaking his head slightly. You laugh. Of course this beanpole has trouble balancing on skates.

"I- I figured you'd be good at skateboarding. Since, you know, you're so balanced and all."

You raise an eyebrow. "You wanna add skateboarding to your resume or something?"

"Yeah, that and the ability to imitate dog sounds. Wanna see?"

"No, thanks. I’ll pray this weekend to cure your furry behaviour."

Before he can respond, you’re interrupted by a whirlwind of colours and excited calls. A few girls run up to the two of you, younger and probably in middle school, flocking to Sungchan like bees to honey. Never in your life have you felt so ignored as in this singular moment.

You blink, turning to Sungchan who looks like a rather helpless, flustered eye of the hurricane. The winds don't seem to be stopping any time soon.

You clear your throat trying to get their attention.

"Wow, you brought your girlfriend?" One of the girls exclaims, sounding disappointed.

The other girls make similar whines of disappointment and you have half the heart to whack them over the head and tell them to focus on their academics instead of boys.

"You're so lucky to have him as your boyfriend," a girl comments, round eyes brimming with jealousy.

“He’s not my boyfriend,” you declare sharply.

Sungchan looks at you with his doe eyes, blinking cartoonishly. You nudge him with your elbow.

“Yeah!” He agrees, with far too much gusto to be believable. “I’m not (name)’s boyfriend. I have no idea why everyone keeps saying that.”

“Let’s go, babe,” you say, resisting the urge to stick your tongue out at the girls. They’re younger than you and you have high school dignity, you remind yourself.

Slipping your hand into his, you take a few long strides away from them before you realize what you said.

“I- I did- I didn’t mean to call you babe,” you sputter, pulling your hand from his to look at him with wide eyes.

“It’s okay though?”

Sungchan raises an eyebrow and slips his hand back into yours, smiling.

“I don’t mind the rumours, you know?” He says honestly but his smile feels all too teasing. “Maybe we should go out for real.”

You huff, separating yourself from him again. “Maybe you just love attention. Disgusting.”

You point an accusatory finger at him and he bites at it playfully.

“While you're here, wanna see a cool trick I learned?" He straightens only having to tilt his head to look at you.

"If it's you falling on your face, then yes."

"I mean, hey, I could totally do that. Done that several times actually."

You smile despite trying your hardest not to. You like this about him—that he’s easygoing enough to make you look at life less seriously. If it’s with him, you could quit everything that makes you unhappy and start everything you love.

“So where is your skateboard?” you ask, walking side by side with him, who has finally learned to match your pace.

“It’s with one of my friends,” he answers, and points to a tall girl with long brown hair, wearing a pair of tomboyish shorts and T-shirt. Another girl with short hair and a bucket hat accompanies her, wearing a long hoodie and shorts, but she leaves before you reach them. They must be from a different school because you’ve never seen them before. The first thing that pops into your head is that they’d be good replacements for your cheerleading position if you were ever to leave. You shake your head. Now is not the time.

“That’s Jimin!” he introduces, and you wonder how he’s this way—how he makes friends so easily.

Jimin waves at Sungchan and then proceeds to ask if you’re his girlfriend with a big smile, like a script being followed everywhere you go.

She seems a little disappointed at the answer. “Well, I was going to suggest one of the couples skateboards.”

You flash her an awkward smile.

“But those are pretty difficult! I’ve been here for a month and my idea of skateboarding is still sitting on it while Soeun pushes me around. That’s my friend, by the way.”

“Ah.” You nod. “This is my first time skateboarding, actually. The only ‘sport’ I’ve ever done is cheerleading.”

Jimin furrows her eyebrows before her eyes widen. “Wait a minute. You’re the cheerleader best friend that Sungchan wouldn’t shut up about!”

Sungchan flusters, in the subtle way he usually does, and waves his hands robotically trying to explain. “I was just saying- that- that you’d be good at skateboarding. Because of the cheerleading.”

A boxy grin accompanies his explanation.

“Right.” Jimin covers her face and sends an obvious wink your way. “Anyway, you can have my skateboard for the day.”

She hands over a smooth black skateboard with white wheels, but on closer inspection you find that they’re light-up wheels instead. It’s oddly fitting for someone like Jimin even if you’ve known her the entirety of ten minutes. Sungchan is good at finding friends, rather. Soon enough, she runs off after making Sungchan promise he’ll deliver the skateboard home.

The trick Sungchan wanted to show you was a failed kickflip. At the very least, it made you laugh so hard you almost spit out the strawberry milk he’d bought you. Sipping his own banana milk, he sulked for a moment or two, telling you to try it out and see how difficult it is.

On the contrary, Sungchan was right. You are good at balancing on skateboards. But that’s where it ends. You don’t think you’ll be naturally good at kickflips, though being able to glide through the plaza while Sungchan runs after you with the drinks puts a big smile on your face. It’s the most fun you’ve had in a while.

Accompanied by Sungchan’s panicked “oh no”s and “oh we messed up”s, the two of you try the couple skateboarding move too; no one’s watching you here. It’s fun to see him stress over a skateboard because frankly, you’ve never met anyone as easy-going as Sungchan. (“I’ll figure it out along the way,” he says when you ask if he’s studying for finals, and proceeds to get a decent enough score). Suddenly the wandering gap is closed again. You’re not going to worry about stupid rumours from now on.

But for some reason, ‘you like him as a friend’ doesn’t sound right either. Despite having said it so many times, you might not believe in it. You shake off the thought. This evening, at least, you’re going to enjoy with Sungchan without thinking of teenage drama and hormones.

"You still don't think you and Sungchan make the perfect pair?" Yuna pouts.

You narrow your eyes. "I don't take opinions from traitors."

Chaeryoung leans back on her chair, and whispers to you asking if you’re okay. At least someone is concerned about you.

“It hurts to be left by my own friends but—”

“No, I meant, are you okay? Why aren’t you dating Sungchan already? You’re so cute together! And you’re best friends—Netflix writers literally daydream of this.”

You groan, throwing up your hands in defeat.

“And,” Yuna adds, knocking her chair closer. “Who’s really the traitor here? Us who ditched you with the love of your life—or you, who runs off every time she gets a call from her boyfriend?”

“Sungchan is not my boyfriend.” You cross your arms.

“She even shares her lunch with him more,” Ryujin complains from the side. “And they’re not even in the same class. Unlike me, by the way. Class 1 Shin Ryujin. Same class as you, (name).”

You slump, resting your forehead against the desk. At this point, you wish the teacher would walk in and start the class already. Unfortunately, lunch break isn’t over for another ten minutes and lady luck clearly isn’t smiling upon you.

“Speak of the devil!” Ryujin announces monotonously, leaning against her desk.

Sungchan and a few of his friends from the soccer team wave at you and the girls from the classroom door. Noticing Taehyun, Yuna quickly fixes her hair and you would tease her if Sungchan hadn’t casually strolled up to your desk and sat down on the chair in front of you. Long legs barely contained in the space, he adjusts himself by resting his arm on the headrest and his chin upon it. It’s all normal. However, when he leans down to match your eye level, you hear the sudden pit-a-pat of your pulse in your ear. At this proximity, you can even see the mole on his lip that he’s pointed out before. The sunlight from the open windows is pulling golden strings over his eyelashes and his lips aren’t dry as a desert like you expected. You know he uses the watermelon flavoured lip balm.

“Too close,” you croak. Embarrassed at your own voice, you rise sharply and glare at him.

“Is your heart fluttering?” Sungchan asks, smiling as he looks up at you.

You roll your eyes.

You can hear Yuna’s giggling and before you can shoot her a glare, Sungchan calls.

"Do you have any bandaids?"

He points to a rough scratch at the base of his palm, fingers slender and less calloused than what you'd pictured. Then again, soccer players don't use their hands much, do they?

You blink. "You came all the way here for bandaids?"

"Well… I remembered you keep band-aids in your phone case. And the nurse hates me."

You giggle.

Yujin mouths from behind Sungchan, “He just wanted to see her.”

You would feel flattered if you didn't know these people and their shenanigans. They'd do anything for some drama (and to get two innocent people into the dating trap).

“Why would I waste my cute band aids on you?” you mutter under your breath. “They’re limited edition, you know?”

No way are you sticking Ice Bear on your urban hazard of a best friend. A tall, cute, surprisingly polite hazard but he still annoys you nonetheless.

However, Sungchan's pleading smile has grown on you.

You reluctantly take the band-aid out of your clear phone case, the pink panda doll attached to it swaying with the movement. Proceeding, you take Sungchan's hand and lay it on your desk. With careful focus, you place the band-aid, admiring the size difference of your hands before snapping to reality.

Enough with the pink cloud of thoughts, you scold yourself.

When you look up, the proximity makes your heart skip a beat despite the logical part of you saying you shouldn't. Your faces are too close and this time, you don't even have the energy to croak it out.

"Thanks, (name)," Sungchan smiles at you.

Right then, the sound of a chair sliding harshly against the floor makes the two of you jolt away from each other. All of your friends and his friends seem to be sporting Cheshire cat grins and you don't like it one bit. You don't like not being in on the gag.

"Anybody up for gaming after this? My treat." Chenle looks around. “Sungchan is banned from the arcade soccer game though.”

"'Ey," Sungchan complains.

"Hey, Jisung and Ryujin are banned from DDR too but that's because they almost broke the handles off last time."

The memory makes you smile. Sungchan was there too, and you don’t know why you’re only just recalling all the memories with him in it, carefully and in detail. Every one of them seems to have been amplified, the little interactions suddenly coming to mind.

“(name)? You’re coming?”

You take one look at Sungchan and give up. Even if this is another childish ploy by your peers, you don't mind spending some more time at the arcade with infuriatingly addictive games. A tiny part of you is even willing to go along with them and see if it turns out the way they want it to.

“I’ll go,” you mumble, and the rest of the group cheers.

“But I have cleaning duty today.”

The group groans.

“Just get someone else to do it. Like a junior.”

“Isn’t that bullying?” You ask, frowning.

“Ask nicely. Anyone would be willing to do your bidding, (name).”

“Chenle, will you do it?” You give him a sickly sweet smile. “You’re class president after all.”

Chenle wrinkles his nose. “You’re getting stupider every day, (name).”

You sigh. “Fine. I’ll ask one of Yuna’s classmates then.”

“By the way,” Chenle announces. “Only twelfth graders are invited—”

A bunch of groans interrupt him.

“Quit whining.” He crosses his arms, glaring at them. “What do you even have to worry about? We’re preparing for the exam of our lives. Oh, and Jisung is an exception.”

“We’re only two years apart,” Yuna mutters under her breath.

“Oh, and from class 5, only Sungchan is invited.”

Another round of complaints pass and Chenle breaks into laughter. “Just kidding.”

Your friends are and will always be an odd bunch. Sungchan has previously proved to be the weirdest (several times) and it makes him the most lovable too. But then again, you don’t have free space in your timetable to put in teenage crushes, much less falling for your best friend. What you do have time for this afternoon, however, is relaxing at the arcade.

“Let’s go! I am so good at this. Think I’d impress your Steve Curry?” Ryujun gloats, after having scored three hoops in a row at the arcade basketball game.

“It’s Stephen Curry,” Chenle corrects. “And no, let’s focus here. Our goals are—”

He points to the two figures by the DDR machine, looking like a real couple. He’s been acting as damage control for the rumours and making sure you don’t drift apart because of it. They really don’t make guys like him anymore, Chenle sighs. He should get a friendship award or something.

“—those two.”

Really, Sungchan better be thanking him by the end of this. He’s never met anyone quite like Jung Sungchan, especially because Chenle cannot picture himself liking the same person since elementary school.

“Man, now I wish I had a girlfriend,” Chenle mutters.

Ryujin snorts. “Who’s going to date you?”

“You don’t have a boyfriend either,” Chenle reminds and gets a basketball to the shoulder.

“Why are you playing that when you don’t even know how to use it?” Your voice rings through to them.

“I said I’ll figure it out!” Sungchan reasons.

Chenle and Ryujin stare at the two of you blankly, as you bicker over a claw machine game and they share a look.

“Do they need our help?” Ryujin whispers.

Chenle shakes his head. “I think they’ll figure it out from here.”

Soon enough, you were laughing at Sungchan’s failed attempts and trying to outplay him. Your friends have already given you the shove. Chenle and Ryujin share a high five and that’s where the new story begins.

You finally know the thrill of a teenage crush. It makes you so damn infuriated that it had to be Jung Sungchan.

Now every time he waves at you from the field or hands you a bottle of strawberry milk or explains the calc notes you missed or does the bare minimum, you need to deal with the quickening of your pulse and a few butterflies loose from their cage in your stomach. It doesn’t help that you’re almost always together.

The two of you currently sit by the school field, Sungchan tying his shoelaces while you cool off with the water bottle he offered you. Practice ended a while ago for you and the girls have receded into the air conditioned indoor gym. The indoor gym is apparently occupied by the gymnast club and you couldn’t be more disappointed that you didn’t join them instead.

If anything, however, you’d rather leave this whole thing and focus on your academics. Hobbies shouldn’t be draining you—they should feel like skateboarding on a lilac evening with the wind in your hair.

With a friend you like very, very much.

“Sungchan,” you call quietly.

“Hm?”

When he looks up, you can’t hold in the urge to fix the hair out of his eyes. You’ve never been very physically affectionate so it might have come off strange. Sungchan looks at you quietly, stars in his eyes and you clear your throat.

“How long have you been playing soccer? It was before we met, right?”

He hums, eyes traveling up and then back to you when he remembers. “Since I was six. You were there at my first soccer match actually.”

“I was? Oh my god, was it the one you lost horribly and the whole team started crying?”

“Yes. Yes, it was.”

You giggle. “Six year old you would be so in awe now.”

Sungchan beams at that.

“Who knows?” he smiles, looking into your eyes with firm determination. “Maybe I’ll be the next Son Heungmin.”

“Even I know who that is so… no.”

Sungchan pouts and you make a face in disgust. “Don’t act cute, it gives me hives.”

“Okay, maybe not Son Heungmin. I could definitely be the next Park Jisung—and I don’t mean him.”

Sungchan points to a boy passed out on the benches, his exhaustion typical of any high schooler while another boy sits beside him, fanning him with a bunch of assignment papers. Jisung and Chenle really are more entertaining than any game on this field.

You turn to look at Sungchan, who’s moving his head around trying to catch their attention. When he finally does, he waves at them and gets big grins in response. He’s not all that bad, you think. In fact, he’s quite possibly the most amiable boy in senior year.

“Just be Jung Sungchan,” you mutter. “Not Son Heungmin or Park Jisung.”

Sungchan turns to you, smiling wide. “Advice taken.”

You scoff. “Whatever.”

Maybe it’s just you but Sungchan has been glancing at your lips very frequently today and mentally thank Chaeryoung for letting you borrow her lip tint. You didn’t know something so subtle could get you this giddy.

“Are you… going to give the CSAT?” You ask, glancing at him nervously. Part of you is sad you only developed your first high school crush in the very last semester. Or if it’s comforting, you could believe you’ve liked him all this time.

“Nah. Sports scholarship,” he says nonchalantly. “I was going to tell you but… I’ve been scouted already.”

You gasp. “That’s… great. Your future’s all settled.”

Sungchan seems to dislike the idea, lips pursing. “I don’t think anything’s settled except for the next step.”

You nod, somewhat understanding.

“What about you?” He asks. “Any university in mind? SKY? I’ve seen you study extra hours at the library.”

You look away, not feeling ready for the conversation.

“I don’t know,” you say quietly. “I don’t know what I like and what I want. I don’t even like cheer anymore.”

Sungchan gazes at you wordlessly but it’s the most comfortable you’ve felt talking about this.

“Maybe I should quit,” you mumble.

You don’t want to commit to something you no longer have passion for. But then again, you’ve spent so much time on it that it’s hard to leave.

“You should,” he responds, honest.

You scoff, shaking yourself from that moment of vulnerability. “But why would I quit something I’m good at?”

“If you don’t like it. If it hurts to leave but isn’t any better when you stay, you should leave.”

You roll your eyes. “You’re quite the philosopher.”

“I’m smart, right?”

You smile.

“Oy, you two!” Chenle calls, making his way to you two with Jisung trailing behind. “I don’t mean to interrupt your flirting but you got a spare water bottle?”

“Are you two going out now?” Jisung asks as a follow-up, and you feel a hot flush for some reason, unlike the previous times you’ve been asked this question.

“No,” you answer. You don’t mind the idea though now.

“Don’t lie,” Chenle complains. “I saw that picture of Sungchan teaching you how to kick a ball. You? And soccer? Something’s up.”

You throw up your hands in exasperation. “Seriously, who keeps up posting to the school page? And where do they get the time?”

"Two people with this much compatibility will always be a hot topic."

"We're not compatible," you retort quickly.

"Wait," Jisung says. "I know how to resolve this."

You raise an eyebrow.

"How do you have your cereal?" He asks, looking from you to Sungchan.

"Cereal first, obviously," you answer.

Sungchan looks up, finger below his chin as he thinks. "I drink the milk first, then eat the cereal and then breakdance to mix it all together."

You pinch your nose. "I swear I question your sanity all the time."

"Hah! That means you're thinking about me all the time."

You look away, rolling your eyes. He responds with an open-mouthed smile and finger guns.

"See?" Jisung grins. "Compatible."

The gruff voice of Coach Lee startles the four of you and Sungchan leaves with a sigh and a promise of meeting after practice. Jisung leaves with Sungchan and Chenle gives you one last teasing smirk before sitting down and going through the assignment papers he was using as a fan previously. You will never understand his miraculous ways of performing his presidential duties.

You don’t have a good feeling about the next match. The only reason you’re even sticking around anymore—as embarrassing as it—is to spend more time with Sungchan. Being with him puts you at ease, even if the school tries to wrap the two of you in a rope of uneasiness. This is your very last practice, for the next match is the final one of this year and then you’ll be back to spending even longer hours at the library with a stack of textbooks. It’s supposed to be a carefree age. At least, adults say that. Your high school life seems to be riddled with worries, and with that thought, you head into the air conditioned room to take a breather off your anxieties.

Only one more match, you remind yourself.

The pre-match buzz is driving you to the edge.

Your form is off, you can feel it already and Coach Kim isn’t as sunshine-as-rainbows as she usually is, courtesy to it being the last match of your life. She’ll never know though, how much you don’t want to do this.

Sungchan waves at you as he usually does before a match, disappointing a third of his fangirls, but it helps you ease. One last time, (name).

Watching the crowd of people, parents and siblings and friends, all excited and talking makes you take a deep breath. You practiced but it wasn’t good enough. You can never do well at something you don’t like anymore. This time, you feel guilty for committing to things half-heartedly. You want to start that fresh new college chapter already, with all of this behind.

There’s ten minutes left. You go back to the empty hall outside the lockers only to pace. This isn’t helping.

“(name)!”

You turn around abruptly to find Sungchan’s tall figure, and you must be looking miserable because his smile falls.

He doesn’t even ask what’s wrong, only takes careful steps towards you. “Do you need water? Medicine?”

His hands hover over your shoulder but he doesn’t burden you with them. You put your face in your palms and sigh, sinking down to the floor in a crouch.

“I want to quit,” you whisper. Your voice comes off more brittle than you’d like, and you realize that Sungchan hasn’t seen you cry since seventh grade when you failed a math test. You didn’t tell him then but you appreciated him studying extra hours for math just to teach you.

“You don’t have to go out there if you don’t want to,” he says quietly, dropping to the floor beside you. “I’ll stay with you.”

You stare at him dumbfounded. “Don’t be ridiculous! They’ll lose without you—you’re the ace, Sungchan!”

“There will always be an ace,” he retorts. “Maybe Jisung will finally get to shine. Or anyone else. I don’t mind spending an hour with you alone.”

You feel a hot flush spread over your cheeks. Looking away to the side, you mumble an ‘alright’ and only glance from the corner of your eye to see him smiling. Jung Sungchan is the most unreasonable boy you’ve ever met. Perhaps it makes him somewhat loveable too.

“It’s your last match,” you whisper helplessly.

“I’ll join the college soccer club and get to play more matches.”

You sigh, giving in. If he’s so adamant, you think that perhaps there is something in you worth sacrificing his game over. It makes an oddly warm feeling bloom in your chest. Sungchan is so damn convincing with his words. You wonder if it’s really okay.

With shoulders touching, an awkward silence takes over in the next second. You turn to him and open your mouth, watch him do the same and close it at the same time he does.

“You know,” he begins, “I was kind of lying about not worrying because I get the feeling coach will evaporate me tomorrow but—I can handle it. Mostly.”

You stare at him with wide, worried eyes. “You don’t have to do this, Sungchan. I’m the one running away.”

You slouch, pulling your knees closer to your chest and burying your face in them. The urge to scream is boiling within you but you can’t get caught. Not now.

“Sometimes to run is the brave thing,” he responds, insightful. “If you’re not up for it, it’s better to quit early than to regret it in the long run.”

You don’t know if it’s the fact that he just quoted Taylor Swift or spoke like your old school counselor—but you find yourself laughing. He makes sense. Sungchan, in his weird, oddball ways, always makes sense. And in that same way, he feels like home.

“You’re so good to me,” you say, looking up at him and at a proximity you’ve never been before.

It’s his turn to fluster, though he doesn’t do so as visibly as you do. He clears his throat, shifting his eyes around before meeting yours. “I- This is bad timing but… I like you. I really do. Since third grade when you drew that birthday card for me. I have it in my bedside drawer, by the way.”

He looks away and makes a face, probably wondering why he said that out loud.

You press your lips tight to prevent the smile that tugs at them. He looks at you with a wobbly smile, trying his hardest to resume his usual dignity—but he’s just a boy, after all.

“My type is dumb and pretty, though?” You tease, the smile escaping. “You said it yourself.”

He blinks. “Well, I am pretty but if you want me to be stu—”

You shake your head. “I like you too. You don’t have to act cute.”

He pauses, thinking. “I have never acted cute in my life ever. I was born cu—”

You hold his face between your thumb and forefinger. “You do that again and you die.”

He breaks into a smile.

“I’ve never met someone quite like you,” you whisper, embarrassed of your own feelings bubbling up from the bottle you had kept them in.

He laughs, open-mouthed and pretty.

“Actually, hey, I didn’t like you all this time from fifth. I liked you and then I didn’t like you and then I liked you again—”

“Okay, I get it.”

His shoulders relax and he smiles at you. You look up at the clock on the wall by the entrance to the field and bite your lip. You don’t love performing anymore but you know all the girls do, even the stand-bys. Jisung might not have to take over Sungchan’s position but you bet one of those tenth graders would love to take yours, the same way you did back then. They’ve practiced harder than you too and it’s only a matter of deserving.

You take a deep breath and get up, pulling up Sungchan by the hand. He raises an eyebrow, inquisitive eyes scanning over your face and you smile at him, strengthening your resolve. You should have done this way sooner.

Sungchan plays. You don’t let him sit it out with you.

Halfway through, you cheer the hardest you ever have, plastic decorative gemstones stuck by your eyes borrowed from the other girls cheering. It’s much more fun, you think. You’ve never experienced soccer like this. You’d love to sit at stadiums and join in victory chants. There’s enough weight off your chest to yell your lungs out.

Sungchan scores a goal almost immediately after and sends a thumbs up over to you. You laugh. This is the best break you’ve ever taken from cheerleading.

“Ooh, is this perhaps the (name) effect?” Chenle’s voice rings through the speakers and you feel yourself shrink slightly under the eyes. Out of the corner of your eye, you can see your homeroom teacher signal very angrily to the commentator box. You shake yourself off it. So what if everyone’s looking?

Sungchan places his hands on his hips, chest heaving and sends another signal to you before beelining for a straight goal. You whoop and the girl with a notebook beside you is visibly annoyed at this point but you don’t care.

Without doubt, your school wins and you watch as Sungchan runs to his team, a big smile on his face. The second he’s done getting pet by the team, however, he rushes to the bleachers, skipping over the steps to you, panting when he stops. The risk he took was definitely not calculated. He holds up one finger while he heaves.

“My cheering worked best this time, it seems,” you say to him, laughing.

His face is flushed from the exertion but he laughs heartily. “You could be yelling profanity at me and it’d still encourage me.”

You shake your head at the cheesy line. He takes a step forward, well inside your space but you don’t mind. He leans in.

“Everyone is looking at us,” he says under his breath. “Is that a good or a bad thing?”

You look behind him to find the whole team, along with your girls sharing furtive glances and giggling at the sight of the two of you. A few of the junior girls slap each other’s arms, bouncing on the balls of their feet in excitement. You’re not a celebrity. But everyone wants to cheer things on once in a while, don’t they?

“Good,” you answer, before pulling him by the shirt into a chaste kiss. When you pull apart, Sungchan’s face is so struck with awe that you want to look away but instead you bite back an obvious smile. It’s about damn time, someone from the soccer team yells.

“Woah. I think I scored a goal either way,” he says, an offbeat smile on his face.

“Oh come on, we didn’t even get to chant ‘Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!’ yet—oh shit, the mic’s on.”

Chenle is definitely getting an earful from your teacher after this. The two of you wave at him at the box and end up laughing at him trying to hide behind the desk.

As expected, the whole crowd surrounds the two of you in less than a minute’s worth of time, with several congratulations and “good score” offered to the two of you. The boys mess up Sungchan’s hair while the girls compliment you on how cute a couple you are. There’s also the question of when you started dating that pauses the buzz and makes everyone look to the two of you for an answer. Sungchan turns to you and you turn to him, and there’s no way you’ll tell half the school that your confession came in a private hallway outside the field—teenage imaginations run wild.

Instead, you slip your hand into Sungchan’s and run down the bleachers and towards the exit, laughter spilling from your lips. There’s only one place you can think of going to spend a cool blue late afternoon with.

“Skate plaza?” He asks.

“Skate plaza,” you answer.

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crab-in-a-pocket · 4 years ago

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Hello!! I love your ideas a lot! Can you perhaps to the bachelor/ettes reactions to seeing the farmer dressed up really nicely after being used to seeing them in constant dirty farm clothes? Maybe like just after they realize they have feelings for farmer, or before they’ve realized it at all. Thank you!

cute af idea, sorry i didn't get to this sooner :(

im currently cramming 8 weeks worth of hw bc i procrastinated and i am such a fucking fool. dont be like me. also, sorry to the maru n penny stans but i dont rlly like them and writing them is so hard so theyre not here but i will try to write more for them eventually

HAPPY LATE VALENTINES GUYS

alex:

the kind that chokes on his drink upon seeing you. he probably didn't dress up as well as he should've and you're dressed better than everyone's expected. his eyes keep drifting to you and his cheeks are all warm. he's unsure if it's from the alcohol or the sight of you. he approaches you quickly and you two drink the night away.

sam:

cheeks go cherry red upon seeing you. abigail's the one who notices first-- she points you out, grinning about how well you've dressed up, so much so she can hardly recognize you. sam turns and all sense and breath leaves his chest. sebastian pokes him with a pool stick and sam stutters out a hello, but it's no good, he's speechless.

sebastian:

you're the one to sidle uo next to him while he bends low over the billiard table, aiming for a ball. he greets you but doesn't look up and he only properly sees you when he stands straight again. the shock on his face as clear as day. you'd think he would be the type to stammer, but instead, his mouth curves into a grin and he tells you you clean up nicely. your faint blush completes the look, he thinks.

shane:

like alex, he chokes on his drink. he never bothers to dress up for any occasion and he'd always thought you the same until now. there's a tiny hint of betrayal hiding underneath that mix of embarrasment and fluttery stuff in his stomach. says some self-deprecating remark but compliments you, albeit grudgingly. he hides his smile behind his drink, but it doesn't work much-- you can still see how soft it is.

elliott:

"oh my yoba, the farmer's here, leah. act natural!1!1!1" kinda guy. jaw drops at the sight of you. you were already so charming, even in your admittedly grubby work outfit, but the sight of you in genuinely nice clothes that compliment your body type and your complexion is enough to make him go crazy. suddenly so blushy at the sight of you that he gapes a bit like a fish at first. then it's all smooth flirting from there-- he presses a kiss to your knuckles, probably because it's clean for once.

harvey:

blushy, surprised, but surprisingly enough, a bit more talkative than usual. it's probably because you were intimidatingly cool in your hardcore Farmer Suit and seeing you in normal clothes reminds him that you are, in fact, not a Farming RPG Terminator, sights locked on the dangerous mines, but totally normal, like right now. it's refreshing for him, even if his heart beats a little faster and pounds a little harder than usual at the sight of you.

abigail:

"hey, you look awesome!" is the first thing that falls from her lips. it's true, you do look awesome even in the surprisingly normal garb you're wearing. it's a little weird to see you clean of dirt smudges and hay in your hair, but it's super cool nonetheless. abigail's the one who's got you blushing the whole time.

haley:

math lady meme. trying to find a connection between the Farmer Hottie and the Dressed Up Hottie, and then when you see her, she realizes it really is you, the same radiant smile on your less dirt-smudged face that you give her whenever you see her per the usual, dirt-smudged and all. makes some weird comment about your outfit and you know it's a compliment. after a couple moments of awkward silence, haley's curiosity peaks. she finally bursts out with: where did you get that shirt it's so nice

leah:

surprised and blushy. she stomps on elliott's foot and he loudly complains, drawing your attention. conpliments your outfit and tells you you look great. she gets her bearings and she becomes more subtle in her flirting. elliott leaves because a. He's too Drunk to watch you and leah make goo-goo eyes at each other and b. he needs Another Drink to better ruminate his loneliness. you and leah flirt the night away and it ends with a light kiss to your cheek, butterflies in your stomach and a blush on her cheeks.

emily:

like her sister, she asks you about your clothes. she tells you look absolutely fantastic, your outfit on Point. the two of you chat about clothes but she's mostly thinking about which other kinds of clothes look good on you. she takes this surprise really well and she's cheerful at the sight of you looking comfortable in your dressy clothes.

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kaunis-sielu · 3 years ago

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You decide to go to the hotel. You’d just come from work and would rather clean up a bit before going back into public. You also have a feeling that he’s going to take you somewhere nice so you’d really rather shower and change.

Of course you pull up to this absolutely stunning hotel in the middle of the city. You follow Steve in and do your best to keep from gawking at everything. He hands over his card at the front desk and is greeted with a extremely friendly smile from the woman at the front desk.

“Welcome Mr. Rogers. Mr. Stark wanted to make sure your stay here was perfect so if there’s anything you need please don’t hesitate to ask.” She says sliding him back his card and an envelope with a hotel key in it.

“I’m going to need a second card.”

“It’s customary to give a guest one key.”

“Yes, which is why I’ll need another key.” He says passing you the envelope.

“Oh, I didn’t realize you were together.” She says eyeing you and Steve frowns.

“I’d also like you to get us a reservation for dinner at, what to you think Doll? Seven?” He asks you and you glance down at your watch. That gives you almost an hour and a half to get ready.

“That should be fine.”

“At Gamora’s.”

“That might be a tall order sir, Gamora’s is extremely popular.”

“It’s never been an issue before.” Steve says coolly and you can tell that he’s not pleased with how she’s treating you.

“I’m going to head up to the room and take a shower if that’s okay.” You tell him softly and he nods before pressing a quick kiss to your lips. “Happy can I have my bag please?”

“I can come up with you.”

“Don’t be silly. You need to get settled too, I’m a big girl I got it.” He hands you your bag and you pretend to nearly drop the bag. Earning yourself a bark of laughter from Steve and a scowl from Happy. You shoot Steve a wink over your shoulder then glance down at the room number on the inside of the envelope.

You’re in the shower when you hear Steve come into the room, you change and wrap a towel around your head before going into the massive room.

“I am so sorry Doll.” Steve says glancing up at you.

“For what?”

“How rude that woman was at the front desk. I’ve already contacted Tony about it.”

“Tony?”

“Stark. He owns the hotel.”

“Oh don’t get her in too much trouble. I’m fine. She’s just jealous.”

“Jealous? Of what?”

“I can’t tell if you’re fishing for compliments or if you honestly don’t know how attractive you are.” He laughs softly and when his ears turn pink you know he honestly doesn’t know. “You’re one of the absolute most handsome men I have ever seen in my life.” You tell him making your way to him and slipping into his lap.

“One of huh?” He asks and Bucky flits into your mind.

“Tied for first probably. I mean that actor, Thor, oof.” Steve laughs then and you grin down at him. He kisses you softly and oh god, you could stay here all night.

“You’re too sweet Doll, I think I’m gonna shower too before we have to go. Do you wanna grab the blowdryer?”

“Yea, just can we stay one more minute.” You ask him, he’s so handsome and you’re so content here on his lap with one of his arms resting across your legs.

“Yea Doll.” He says softly, tilting his head up toward yours and you press your lips to his. After a minute he pulls away with a soft sigh, “Gotta shower.”

“Fine.” You grumble and he laughs softly, “let me grab the blowdryer.”

It doesn’t take him long to shower, but your hair is dry by the time he’s done and you’ve put on a little make up.

“So, um how fancy do I need to be?” You ask glancing over at him in his black pants and blue button up.

“Do you have a dress by chance?”

“Yea,” you’d packed a little black dress, just in case. “One second.” You tell him slipping back into the bathroom to change. You slip your dress and the heels you’d brought on and go back into the room.

“Damn Doll.”

“It’s okay?”

“Now I don’t know if you’re fishing for compliments or if you honestly don’t know how stunning you look.” He says and you laugh before grabbing your purse from the couch.

“Thank you. Shall we?”

Dinner is amazing, of course. Gamora’s isn’t what you’d expected, it’s got like five different types of food but is somehow it all blends. The conversation flows easily which shouldn’t be a surprise and after an amazing dessert you and Steve decide to walk the two blocks back to the hotel. His hand is warm in yours, it feels natural being with him.

“I have a little work to do when we get back.”

“That’s totally fine. I should check in with Hope.”

“Check in?”

“Yea, I promised to keep her in the loop so if you murdered me she’d know who was responsible.”

“Ah, smart.” He says and you know he’s not offended like some guys might be. He pushes the elevator button and as you wait you rest your head on his arm. “Tired?”

“A little. I had to be up early at the shop.” You tell him as the doors slide open.

“Feel free to go to bed whenever you want.”

“Thanks.” You tell him with a smile and he presses a quick kiss to the side of your head. When you get back to the room you slip out onto the balcony to check your phone and call Hope when you see a text from Bucky.

Hey, one of the girls at the shop told me you were out of town. Do we need to reschedule our date for tomorrow night? No worries if you need to.

Oh. Oh shit. You completely forgot about your date with Bucky. You’re having such a wonderful time with Steve but you made plans with Bucky. You’re so annoyed with yourself, you’re usually so organized that you’re shocked you’ve messed up like this. You bite your lower lip while you think, what are you going to do?

So, what are you going to do? Stay or go?

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ichorai · 4 years ago

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cellmates ; three ; j.wy

parts ; one. two. three. four. five. masterlist. six coming soon.

pairing ; jung wooyoung x reader

summary ; stuck in jail after stealing a necklace off the princess, what happens when your new cellmate with an impossible escape plan comes along?

words ; 4.7k

warnings / includes ; medieval fantasy au, blood and grime and death and everything in between, some curse words, future ateez cameos, future suggestive / mature content, cellmates to (future) lovers !!

a/n ; all i have to say is ...... im sorry ,,, ,,, , it’ll get better i swearr

cellmates masterlist.

The gentle hum of chirping crickets filled your ears as you pushed open the circular window in Yunho’s room. A breezy gust of the night’s crisp air billowed in, blowing pleasantly over your flushed skin.

“You can sleep here for the night,” Yunho had said while shoving rumpled clothes off the bed and stuffing them into a rucksack. “I’ll take the couch.”

“I haven’t slept in a real bed in a long time,” You murmured, dropping yourself onto the thick blanket with a contented sigh slipping past your lips. “Thank you, Yunho.”

The pink-haired man flashed you a sweet smile, and padded out the room with a soft good night. It seemed as if he had given up trying to convince the two of you to stay, reluctantly accepting that you would be leaving in the morning. After he left, you cracked an eye open to see Wooyoung standing awkwardly by the doorway.

“Good night,” He said. It was the first time he’d really seen you at ease; your face void of dirt and hair unmatted and a rather pretty smile teasing your lips upwards. Back when the two of you were in the prison cells, he never really had the chance to look at you properly. But now, as he watched you happily lounge star-fished atop Yunho’s bed, Wooyoung couldn’t help but realize just how attractive you were. The light from the oil lamp casted long shadows over your face, only illuminating your features all the more so.

“It’s not too late yet,” You whispered, and Wooyoung sat down on the foot of the bed when you gestured him closer. “I’m afraid if I fall asleep, I’ll wake up back in the cell. And you wouldn’t be there… like all you were was a dream.”

Wooyoung had little else to say than, “I’m not a dream.” And he reached out to take your hand once more, trying his best to comfort you, but clearly to no avail judging by your skeptical expression.

The both of you could tell the other didn’t want to leave. Wooyoung got up nonetheless, scratching the back of his neck rather bashfully. You wanted so badly to tell him to stay. To ask him to hold you longer. To have him tell you that it was going to be okay.

Instead, you bit your tongue and watched as he left the room, blowing out the oil lamp on the way. The room lapsed into darkness. You shut your eyes, shifting to crawl under the blankets with heavy limbs. The weight of what had happened earlier that day was suddenly crashing back onto you, and you shuddered at the thought of escaping the hands of death just a hair's breadth away. And then you prayed to whichever being out there that would listen.

Please, don’t let this be a dream. Please let him be real.

Wooyoung couldn’t sleep. No matter how hard he tried, and no matter how ridiculously comfortable the bed was, he just couldn’t seem to succumb into the alluring realm of unconsciousness.

So, he did the only sensible thing he knew. He threw the woolen blankets off his legs and made a bee-line straight for your room. It must’ve been hours since he left you, wide eyed and scared on Yunho’s bed. It was probably just the guilt gnawing away at him.

He really hoped this attraction he felt to you was purely physical. That would most definitely cause some problems later on if he didn’t sort it out soon. But Wooyoung wasn’t one to confront his internalized emotions head on, and decided to put it off for some other night of existential dread. For now, he was content with just knocking on your door at an ungodly hour of the night.

“Come in,” Your voice was muffled through the wooden barrier, and it creaked lowly as he pushed it open. “Can’t sleep?” You asked softly, propping yourself up with your elbow.

His dark hair flew into his eyes as he shook his head.

“You can say no if you want,” Wooyoung started tentatively. You could barely make out his figure in the dark, squinting at him through slotted, tired eyes. “Can I sleep here tonight? I can sleep on the floor, I just… I think I got used to you being there.”

Even in the dingy room, Wooyoung could sense your surprise.

“The bed’s big enough for both of us,” You croaked out.

Wooyoung wondered if you were thinking straight.

“Are you sure?”

“I couldn’t sleep, either. Kept thinking about you.”

“I’m flattered,” Wooyoung said, trying to suppress a grin as you shuffled to one side of the bed to make space for him. It was strangely natural, how he laid in the spot next to you, the bed dipping under his weight. Your back instantly molding into his front, a barely-there hum of content released from your closed lips. His nose was in your hair, arms hesitantly laying over your midriff. When you didn’t give him any sign to stop, Wooyoung tugged you closer and whispered like a love-sick fool, “You smell good.”

He could feel your stomach contract as you laughed heartily, “We smell the same. We smell like Yunho.”

“Just take the compliment.” He grumbled.

And then suddenly, you turned in his arms, your face alarmingly close to his. His eyes widened comically, heart just about ricocheting out of his ribcage. Balled-up fists rested against his chest; he wondered if you could feel the thundering of his pulse. Alright, so maybe this attraction wasn’t purely physical.

“Tell me you’re real,” Your voice was a mere wisp of a thing. His ears strained to hear you properly.

He replied in a gentle tone that just about had you melting into him with a relieved exhale, “I’m real.”

“So, Virelis, huh?” The words were whispered, a hint of amusement dancing at the open-ended question. Wooyoung’s eyes flicked down to your lips. His vision had adjusted to the dark so he could see you just fine, but now he was starting to wish he wasn’t able to see you. He didn’t really fancy the idea of you kicking him out of bed for being inappropriate.

“Do you have another place in mind?”

“No, just… it was unexpected. Yunho certainly seemed unsure.”

“He’ll come around.”

A pregnant silence laid over the two of you.

“You don’t have to come with me, you know,” Wooyoung spoke in a muted tone, unsure. “I don’t want you to have to feel like you owe me some sort of debt.”

Pulling back slightly, you shook your head vehemently, “No! I’ll come with you because I want to. Besides, Virelis is probably the smartest option for us. Considering the possibility they won’t shoot us down the moment they see us. We might look Cerulean, but we can’t change that.” At Wooyoung’s doubtful look, you repeated once more, “I want to come with you.”

Before Wooyoung could think twice about his words, he blurted out, “Now that’s a sentence I’d never thought I’d hear from you.”

It took a second for you to piece together the connotations of his words. You scowled deeply, hitting him square on the chest, “Oh, don’t be a child. I’m going to sleep. We have a long day tomorrow.”

“Don’t go to sleep angry at me,” Wooyoung pleaded with a playful smile on his face. You tried to shift back to your original position, but he kept a firm hold on you, leaning down closer. The previous wavering tension that hung over the pair of you dissipated, leaving Wooyoung in a spur-of-the-moment confidence.

“Then make it up to me,” You said quite breathlessly, eyebrows raised at him with a teasing lilt.

Perhaps Yunho spiked the apple cider, or maybe the two of you were just desperate to have some sort of physical comfort, or it was the fact that you somehow managed to look absolutely ethereal beneath the moonlight. Up this close, he could see the small details; the fading scar across the bridge of your nose, the hint of charcoal still smudged under your jawline, and your enticing lips, slightly parted as you stared up at him.

“And how should I do that?”

“Promise me you won’t snore, and I’ll die happy.”

Wooyoung pulled a funny face, which had you reeling in laughter, “I was hoping you’d propose something else.”

“Oh? Like what?”

Instead of answering, he lifted a hand from your waist to your chin, bringing your face upwards towards his ever so slowly. Your lips met in the middle, warm and tasting faintly of mint paste. Dark hair was threaded in between your fingers as you raised your arms to loop around his neck. Somehow Wooyoung managed to tug you even closer, sealing any remaining distance the two of you had between each other. The kiss started out slow and delicate, but was quick to become frantic and rushed. His hand slipped under the large shirt that you borrowed from Yunho, his cold fingers a stark contrast to your burning warmth.

“We should be sleeping,” You muttered once he broke away for breath, gently leaning his forehead against yours.

Smiling, Wooyoung said with a cocked eyebrow, “Am I really that bad of a kisser?”

“Quite the opposite, in fact. If we keep going, I don’t think we’d be able to stop.” Suddenly, your words become more serious. “I don’t think now is the right time for… this. Whatever this is.”

Wooyoung ran his tongue over the back of his teeth in thought, then nodded slowly. “You’re right… we need to rest up for tomorrow.”

Arms unwound from around his neck, and he let you go back to your original position, the curve of your back resting against his chest and his hand precariously placed on your hip.

“Y/N,” He breathed out, sneaking one last kiss against your shoulder blade. “Tell me you’re real.”

“I’m real, Wooyoung,” You said through a yawn. “Good night.”

The glare of the early rising sun filtering in through the circular window hit you square in the face. You groaned sleepily, burying your face into the cotton pillow but to no avail; the room was light and you were already awake, despite your tired muscles pleading for more rest.

The spot beside you was cold from absence, and you sat up whilst rubbing your knuckles into your droopy eyes. Wooyoung wasn’t there next to you, and you couldn’t help but wonder if last night was nothing but a mere figment of your imagination.

The blanket slipped off of you as you clambered from the bed and onto the colder floor and padded out the room to go downstairs. It was then that you heard the faint chattering of Wooyoung and Yunho’s light-hearted banter, the aroma of honeyed banana oatcakes and hot coffee making your stomach growl. Yunho was the first to spot you, waving you over to the table, where Wooyoung was already helping himself to his third serving.

“Sorry we didn’t wake you up earlier,” Yunho said while pouring you a cup of dark coffee mellowed out with almond milk. “Wooyoung said you deserved the rest.”

Your eyes flickered to said man in the seat across from you, who averted his gaze as a faint red blush settled across his cheekbones. Doubt started to cloud your mind; had you really imagined last night? It had all felt so real.

“I hope you two didn’t get up to anything weird last night. It’s my bed, after all.” Wooyoung hit Yunho on the shoulder with a half-hearted glare.

Oh. So last night had happened. You weren’t sure if that made you feel better or worse.

Clearly flustered, you raised the steaming cup to your lips and took a generous sip. The plate of honeyed oatcakes was pushed across the table to you, Wooyoung sending you an awkward grin.

“I packed you guys everything you’d need,” Yunho said in a tone that was much less cheery, sadness flooding his expression. He gestured to bulky packs that were slumped against the table legs, “Food, bottles, extra clothes, medical supplies, some weapons, matches, maps, a coffers’ worth of gold and silver coins, but I doubt those would be worth much in Virelis - ”

You cut off the pink haired man’s rambling by gently placing your hand over his, “Yunho… we can’t take all this. It’s too much.”

“If I’m not going with you, then this is the least I can do. You guys need this stuff more than I do.”

Although reluctant, you nodded gratefully, finishing off the rest of your breakfast.

“Well, it’s time to go,” Wooyoung said uneasily once the food was all cleared away, heaving one of the packs onto his shoulder. Tears glossed over both of their eyes as they embraced each other warmly. “We’ll send letters when we can, bud.”

That seemed to make Yunho brighten up considerably as he swiped away the tears. He turned to you, engulfing you in a tight hug.

“While you two were asleep, I ‘borrowed’ a boat from the fishermen. It’s waiting for you by the river.” He mumbled while you gripped him back.

“Oh, Yunho,” You said in awe, almost tearing up yourself. “I really can’t thank you enough.”

“Just… look after him, will you?” He jerked his chin to the dark haired man who watched the exchange with fond eyes.

You planted a solid kiss on Yunho’s cheek, watching his features morph in surprise, “I will. I promise.”

The river was loud. It just about drowned out Wooyoung’s voice, but you didn’t have the heart to tell him that you hadn’t heard a single bit of what he’d been talking about for the past five minutes. With a strained smile, you nodded at him feverishly. He seemed to be somewhat satisfied at your response.

Just as Yunho had promised, there was a small boat tied to a wooden stake, half in the water and half laying on the rocky riverbank. The two of you heaved the surprisingly heavy raft fully into the water, panting while dropping your packs in.

“Are we going to talk about what happened last night?” Wooyoung suddenly asked, face an alarming shade of red, though you couldn’t tell whether it was from embarrassment or from pushing the boat. You almost tripped and face planted into the waters at the unexpected question.

“Well… what is there to talk about, really? We didn’t have sex.”

“Does it have to be sex to mean something?”

You went quiet at that. Wooyoung swung his legs over into the boat, and you followed suit as he helped you in.

“I don’t know, Wooyoung. Of course it meant something to me. I just don’t think it’s the best time.”

Thankfully, he didn’t seem to be upset, “Yeah, I understand. We can talk when you’re ready, then.”

The two of you lapsed into a comfortable silence as you picked up the damp oars hanging off the sides. Meanwhile, Wooyoung went digging through his pack to look for a map and a compass. Inside the boat, it felt much smaller than it looked from the outside; your knees kept bumping into Wooyoungs’ with every minuscule rock of the boat.

“We’ll be sailing for a couple days. Should be nice weather around this time. Might get a little sunburnt, but that’s not much to worry about. You aren’t afraid of sharks, are you?” Without awaiting your response, he continued to droll on. “When we get to Virelis, we need to immediately state who we are. They’ll take us in once they realize that we’re on their side.”

“What if they don’t believe us?” You said while maneuvering the oars to keep the boat steady.

“They have to,” Wooyoung muttered firmly. “Why would a pair of Ceruleans willingly walk into Virelis? That’d be suicide.”

“We could be spies.”

“Well, are we spies?”

“You know that’s not what I meant - ”

The boat suddenly jolted as the two of you broke out of the river and spun into the ocean. You struggled to keep hold of the slippery wooden oar shafts, sending a withering glare to Wooyoung, who seemed unperturbed by the disturbance.

“You don’t have to keep rowing, you know. The wind’s taking us in the right direction. At this rate, we’ll be there in three or four days max.”

Hesitant, you lowered the oars and folded your hands in your lap awkwardly. Were you to spend four days uncomfortably staring at Wooyoung? What were you going to do to pass the time?

As if he could hear your thoughts, Wooyoung said without raising his head from the map, “Yunho packed in a book for you. Thought one of us’d get bored eventually, the idiot.”

“Wooyoung…” you fiddled with your fingers in uncertainty. “Do you think we’ll ever go back to Cerulea?”

Finally he tore his gaze away from the map, raising a quizzical eyebrow, “Why would you ever want to go back?”

“I don’t! It’s just… it’s all I’ve ever known.”

Wooyoung’s eyes softened. He gently reached out to take your hand in his, “It won’t be for long. Virelis will be great for you, trust me.”

“Have you ever been?”

A sad smile crossed his face, “Not officially, no. I’ve seen it on the horizon while sailing to another country, though.” You thought he’d elaborate more, but Wooyoung opted to stay silent for once. The more he seemed to talk about his life, the more adventurous and exciting it seemed. You wondered why he threw it all away to be a measly squire for some lord.

The quiet between the two of you stretched out for quite some time. It was a comfortable silence, one that you spent studying Wooyoung’s side profile. He knew you were staring, so he took the opportunity to murmur, “I don’t regret it. Kissing you, that is. I’m sorry if I was weird about it before.”

You struggled to hold off a flattered smile, “You don’t have to apologize, Wooyoung. I think I was just scared. It’d been so long since I’ve touched anybody, and then… you came along. It was just so sudden and I felt as if I wasn’t allowed to touch anyone because I’m a filthy, disgusting commoner. Like… I don’t deserve you.” You gestured vaguely towards him, and he captured your hand swiftly.

“You deserve more than me,” Wooyoung wound your fingers together, pressing a feather-light kiss to your knuckles. Then, more hesitantly, he added on, “Not to sound creepy or anything, but while you were showering… I heard you crying. And it just hurt so much to hear you in pain. Even more so when I knew that I couldn’t do anything to help.”

A small scoff escaped you, “Wooyoung, you broke me out of prison.”

“Oh, right.”

Those were the last words either of you said for a long time. The sun was quick to set hours later, the sky a warm blend of pinks streaking against orange and blending into darker royal purple. You had fallen asleep while reading the little adventure book Yunho had packed, face sticking onto one of the pages. Wooyoung thought you were cute, what with your cheeks smushed against the paper and a subtle pout tugging at your bottom lip. Since he kissed you last night, his thoughts consisted of little else than Virelis and, much to his dismay, your lips.

By the time you had groggily peeled yourself off the book, blinking blearily, it was already dark. The moon was frighteningly bright, casting a hazy pearl-hued glow onto the waters.

“Had enough beauty sleep?” Wooyoung teased, nudging your knee against his.

“It’s your turn,” You drawled out through a yawn. “I’ll make sure we stay on course.”

He nodded gratefully, handing you the map and curling into a little ball on his side of the boat. He must’ve been exhausted, falling asleep just about immediately, deep breaths raising his chest up and down in rhythmic motions.

Being alone with your thoughts now had you thinking. First, you thought of Virelis, and the several promises it held. Just one wrong step, and everything would come crashing back down on you. What were you doing, really? Did you actually plan on spending the rest of your life with Wooyoung, running away from Cerulean guards? What other choices did you have? There was always the option of running away by yourself. But you knew you couldn’t do that; you’d gone and gotten yourself attached to the sleeping man on the other end of the boat.

Besides, Wooyoung was the closest thing you could call family now. You couldn’t just let someone like that go.

He’d been asleep for only an hour or so when you spotted something amongst the horizon. The sky was still heavily laden with darkness save for the glowing moon, sun showing no signs of rising any time soon. Because of this, you took quite some time squinting into the dark waters to see what was there.

At first, you were keen on brushing it off as a jagged rock sticking out of the water, and turned back to the map unfurled across your lap. But something didn’t sit well with you, a queer gut feeling told you that something felt wrong. So you looked back up and stared some more.

“Wooyoung,” You hissed underneath your breath while prodding the man across from you. “Woo, wake up.”

He stirred and mumbled irritably before pushing himself up. His hair was sticking up every which way, eyes tired and droopy.

“What is it?” He asked, voice groggy. “The sharks won’t hurt you, just leave them be.”

“It’s not sharks, Wooyoung. Look,” You lifted a shaky hand to point behind him.

There, floating starkly against the harsh glare of the moonlight, was the silhouette of a large pirate ship. And it was turning straight towards you.

“Shit. Shit, shit, shit! Stay quiet, maybe they’ll just pass right by us.” Wooyoung, now completely awake, muttered curses under his breath as he seized the oars, quietly dragging them through the water to carefully push your much smaller boat out of the pirate ship’s pathway.

It was hard to stay positive, especially considering the fact that the ship was practically barreling towards you at an alarming rate, as if it was gliding just above the waters. As it grew closer, it seemed to multiply in size, causing both you and Wooyoung to suck in a large breath.

Despite the darkness, you could clearly make out a large flag hung proudly off the main mast, a banner of crimson and gold depicting a gleaming skull sitting in a pool of blood and swords. Wooyoung squinted at the flag, a variety of colorful swears tumbling past his lips. Blindly, he let go of one of the oars to grapple for your hand. His fingers wrapped around your wrist and you let him hold you as your pulse rang through your ears.

You wanted so bad to just close your eyes and pretend like the ship wasn’t there. But of course, that was far too much to ask for. For the first time in a long time, Wooyoung looked to be scared. His grip on your hand tightened and that had you faintly wondering if this was the end.

“Whatever happens, we won’t be going down without a fight,” Despite telling you to be quiet, Wooyoung supposed it didn’t matter now; they were coming whether you liked it or not. You had nothing to say in reply, so you nodded slightly, heart racing.

Water stirred around the boat restlessly when the pirate ship skidded to an abrupt halt beside your smaller vessel. Several men looked over the side of their ship with dark, glinting eyes reflecting the orb in the sky, stared down at the two of you greedily, whooping and leering. As if they’d done this a thousand times, they threw over several claw hooks attached to ropes, the jagged metal digging into the rickety wood of your boat. You and Wooyoung desperately attempted to paddle away whilst simultaneously trying to unhook the sharp metal from the boat.

The pirates were much quicker. They hollered as they slid down the hookline with exhilarated whoops, grabbing both you and Wooyoung with calloused hands and rough ropes that cut into your flesh. Struggling, the two of you yelled and shouted and fought against them but, alas, they were used to this. One of them struck you against the back of the head. The world went spinning and you came tumbling down with a mangled yelp, the boat rocking dangerously.

Spots of black and purple and green dotted your vision. Everything seemed to blur together. You faintly recalled Wooyoung bellowing your name in panic, and then someone binding your limbs together none-too-gently before hoisting you up onto the ship’s deck as if you weighed little more than a feather.

The ship smelled strongly of alcohol and salt and something else foul that you couldn’t quite decipher. You only realized that you were crying when the stingingly hot tears pricked your cheeks as you wailed for Wooyoung, who had also been bounded and tossed onto the deck. His head hit the planks particularly hard, a fresh cut dripping a dark crimson blossoming across his forehead. The rest of the pirate crew seemed to be enjoying this, egging the fighting pirates on as if you and Wooyoung were part of an entertaining theatrical play.

He was putting up much more of a fight than you did, growling and thrashing and biting into the pirate’s arms until they yelped and pulled away with teeth marks embedded into their skin. He even managed to loosen one of his arms from his binds and reached out towards you, but a pirate stomped on his hand and dragged him back by the boot, showcasing his crooked teeth with a grin.

“Stop!” You sobbed. “Please, stop!”

Either they didn’t hear, or they just didn’t care. One of them hoisted you up to your feet and you frantically kicked at his ankles but he merely laughed and tightened the knots on your binds to secure you against the main mast. You watched in horror as they rounded on Wooyoung, throwing punches and kicks and spitting at him.

“Wait, no! Please, no, let me go! Wooyoung!” You screamed until your voice grew hoarse and struggled against your bonds so hard that your skin was raw and bloodied.

Eventually, they pulled Wooyoung up to his feet. The sight of him, broken and anguished, bloodied and bruised and exhausted, shattered your heart into a million pieces. You were sure they had broken several of his bones, noting the way he wheezed and shuddered.

“Wooyoung!” There was a deafening roar of applause as the pirates jeered and taunted. Wooyoung locked eyes with you, despair clouding his features. Your head was pounding heavily and you were crying so hard that you could barely see much of anything. And yet, through all the tears and dirty pirates, you saw his face starkly against the chaos, and his forlorn, defeated expression was what drove the dagger right through your ribs. It looked like he was about to say something, but it was too painful to speak. You knew that if he could, he would probably say, ‘I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you.’

Hiccuping, you cracked open your mouth to weakly croak out his name once more.

No. No, no, no. I can’t… I can’t lose him.

Their laughs echoed into the night, a looped song of victory playing broken and distorted in your numbed mind. And just like that, they picked him up as if he was a rag doll… the man that you grew to love and care for… and they tossed his limp, broken body overboard. The resonating splash of the ocean was loud and clear, mimicking the feeling of your stomach plummeting to the ground.

It’s funny, isn’t it? How you realize how much you loved someone just when they’re gone…

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Studio AU! FluffyNightKiller x Studio AU! XpressoLight

The magic of acting never ceased to amaze Ccino. How actors can so fully take on a persona and effortlessly bring things of fiction to life has always been amazing to Ccino, but especially now. He was preparing the coffee of the big four actors, Nightmare, Killer, Dream, and Cross, making each one perfect by second nature. His hands worked without thought, freeing his mind up to think about other things.

Like the fact that he had to come clean soon.

Ccino groans under his breath at the thought, closing his eye sockets.

When Nightmare and Killer began coming to the cafe during lunch, Ccino was hesitant, but excited. After all, two famous actors had focused their lunchtime on him! At first, it was like a dream. Gradually, he discovered things about them. Killer is infatuated with cats, and Nightmare needs no less than half the cup of creamer and milk in order to drink coffee without gagging.

Ccino became steadily happy to see them, excited and prepared every time. It was a few months of this when something else changed.

Ccino was cleaning up, ready to close up shop, when one hand rapped on the door.

“Hey, can we get something real quick?” The soft voice covered the space within and Ccino let the two visitors in, whom he quickly noted to be Dream, brother of Nightmare, and Cross.

They became something new in his routine.

Nightmare and Killer visited during lunch, and then Dream and Cross would stop by just before closing and walk Ccino home.

Just as had happened with Nightmare and Killer, Ccino gradually felt something for Dream and Cross.

It was only recently that Ccino finally put a word to the feelings he felt around the four actors.

Love.

He loved all four actors with all his heart.

And that led to this situation.

Where he needs to come clean to both pairs.

“Ccino, great work as always.” Came a compliment from the quieter of the two, Nightmare. Killer, meanwhile, was chugging the entire coffee order Ccino had made.

“I don’t know if I can ever make my own coffee again after getting used to you making it, Cc.” Ccino blushes slightly at the nickname Killer gave, freezing as he sees the other pair walking over.

I’d like a hole right now.

Ccino pales, chuckling nervously as Dream and Cross meet up with Nightmare, Killer, and Ccino.

“Hey, Ccino. Have you had a good day?” Ccino nods slightly, Dream frowning gently.

“If you’re having issues with your neighbors, you can always stay at our place.” Ccino shakes his head, trying to hide in his sweater as Nightmare responds.

“Dream? You know Ccino as well?” Dream nods.

“Cross and I have the time in the evenings, so we visit him and walk him home, you?”

“Kills and I can go during lunch, and we just hang out with him.” The two continue talking, leaving Killer and Cross to study Ccino, who is currently trying to melt into the floor.

“Hey, Night, Dream, I think Cc needs a break.” The two focus on Ccino, Nightmare frowning and gently rubbing Ccino’s pink cheeks.

“You’re heating up. Have you gotten enough sleep?” Ccino gives a small nod, not trusting his voice right now, silently thankful that neither pair has picked up on his feelings.

“We’ll be visiting during lunch, in the meantime, Dream, why don’t you take him to the nurse anyways, to make sure he’s okay.” Dream and Cross nod, leading Ccino away. Once they are around the corner, Dream smiles at Cross.

“You can head back, I think Ccino will be fine with just me.” Cross nods, placing a gentle kiss on Dream’s cheek, Ccino turning away from the affection.

I wish that could be me.

“Ccino, I’m not accusing you or anything, but based on the way you reacted, I get the feeling you are hiding something.” Ccino sighs, a little upset he can’t hide his feelings from Dream.

“I...I am...It’s nothing bad! I swear! Well...probably not. I’m…” Ccino stumbles over his words, Dream just smiling patiently. Ccino takes a deep breath, calming down slightly (he can never be truly calm when his blood might as well be coffee at this point).

“Promise you won’t judge me?”

“Promise.”

“Okay...I met Nightmare and Killer a few months before you and Cross...that isn’t the problem. The problem is…” Ccino can feel his cheeks heating up again at the thought.

The problem is I like all of you, and can’t decide which pair I like more.

“Is that all?” Ccino blinks.

“D-did...I say that out loud?”

“Yeap. And if you’re worried about picking a pair, then think about who you click with better.” Ccino releases a noise similar to a whine and a huff.

“If I could decide who I click with better, I would have picked already.” Dream hums softly, smiling.

“Then I suppose there really is a problem here.” Dream chuckles.

“Cause Cross and I fell for you too Coffee Boy. And I can already tell, Nightmare and Killer love you dearly as well.” Ccino slouches.

“Don’t remind me.”

“If you can’t pick, and all of us love you, then the solution is simple.” Dream smiles.

“Go back to your job, I’ll make sure Killer and Nightmare come with Cross and I at closing, okay?” Ccino slowly nods, heading back to his job with Dream, who then heads back to filming.

~~~~~

Ccino prepared their drinks about five minutes before they were due to arrive, cleaning excessively due to nerves mostly. Ever since his conversation, he’s been running different ideas for Dream’s solution in his head.

But there isn’t a solution here! Especially not a simple one.

“-Well, I’m glad we were able to clear that up!” Comes Dream’s voice from outside, laughter buried under the chipper tone.

“Agreed, and thank you for the suggestion.” Nightmare’s reply, in his cool yet soft voice.

“I’m amazed Ccino felt that way about us for so long and didn’t pop like a balloon.” Killer’s statement, with the undertones of excitement.

“Well, Ccino isn’t near as flirty as you.” Cross’s voice and laughter mixed with Killer’s laughter.

“True!” Killer replies, the excitement still there.

Finally, they reach the door, Dream raising his hand to knock.

“I-it’s open.” Dream smiles, pushing the door open, the other three filing in. Ccino is quick to hand them each their drink, making sure he got the order right.

The first several minutes are spent in utter silence as the four drink their coffees while Ccino vibrates between nervousness and wired on coffee. Even after they finish their drinks, none of them speak, only sending respective smiles toward Ccino.

What are they trying to do?

Ccino shudders, taking a deep breath and nervously wringing a nearby towel.

“I-i’m fairly certain Dream told you how I felt. I-i understand if you all are disgusted with me and don’t want to see me anymore. I-i can talk to my boss, get reassigned, never have to see you again,-” A soft hand rubs his tears away. Ccino blinks, staring at Dream, who tilts his head, smiling gently.

“Ccino, don’t cry, please. None of us want you reassigned, and none of us are disgusted with you. In fact...” Dream turns, Nightmare having stood up and crossed the cafe to stand beside Dream.

“We all want to try out Dream’s suggestion.”

“W-which is?” Dream and Nightmare smile, but it’s Killer, who is cuddling a cat, who responds.

“Well, we are all interested in polyamory. So the solution is simply for you to not choose at all.” Ccino tilts his head and Cross pipes up.

“You’ll get both Dream and I as well as Nightmare and Killer. All in one super deluxe package. We’re all in agreement that we are interested in you, and since you can’t make the choice, we figured this would be best, just to see.” Ccino sags against Nightmare, slightly catching the other off-guard.

“So...none of you hate me...for loving you both?” Dream chuckles softly and all the skeletons shake their heads.

“And you don’t hate me for hiding your visits from each other?”

“One, Ccino, we talk to each other at work. It was bound to come out. And two, you have a life outside of us. If we tried to micromanage your life so we were the only ones in it, we’d be toxic.” Ccino sighs, relaxing.

“Great, cause I’m tired, and don’t want to deal with my neighbors today.”

“Sounds great. Come stay at my place for the night.” Nightmare states, looking at the others.

“And no reason not to invite the rest of you over.” Everyone smiles and Ccino just rests on Nightmare. Slowly, Nightmare picks up Ccino, hugging the skeleton close to his chest, Killer and Cross rushing ahead to open the door, Dream smiling.

“Thank you...all...really…” Ccino mumbles as he slowly dozes off on Nightmare’s shoulder. The four look at each other, before grinning down at Ccino, whispering soft ‘goodnights’ to the tired skeleton.

Studio AU Concept and Headcanons courtesy of @zu-is-here, @help-im-a-gay-fish, @kotikaleo, and @yuriyuruandyuraart Nightmare and Dream belong to @jokublog Cross belongs to @jakei95 Killer belongs to @rahofy-sketch / @rahafwabas Ccino belongs to @black-nyanko

Honestly, I had so much fun writing this! This is probably my fluffiest oneshot ever.

#Ccillermare/FluffyNightKiller #XpressoLight #studio au #undertale #undertale aus #dream #nightmare #ccino #cross #killer #Hope You Enjoyed My Floofy Writing!#Have A Great Day/Night!

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pichitinha · 3 years ago

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Fic Writer Questions!

I was tagged by @peter-covinskys, thank you!! 🥰

1) How many works do you have on AO3?

eighty-five !!!!!!!!!!! if only i remembered how to write so i could reach one hundred rip

2) What’s your total AO3 word count?

exactly 337,220. not much but it's honest work

3) How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

in total 6-ish

harry potter, percy jackson, doctor who (kinda), young justice/dcu, rpdr, to all the boys

4) What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

747: It's what friends do - Young Justice (Birdflash)

626: Possibly, Maybe - RPDR (Trixya)

434: Searching, Waiting, Looking - RPDR (Trixya)

428: It only takes a taste - RPDR (Trixya)

338: When no one else was looking - To All The Boys (Covinsky)

5) Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

always!!! responding to comments is one of my favorite parts of the fic process!!!

6) What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

i am a fluffy/happy ending person through and through so i was inclined to say "none" when i remembered i have this one sad (alternate)ten/rose fic that i just reread and while my english was atrocious back then and i truly intend on going back and fixing it, it's pretty poetic and angsty i think

So far we are... so close - Doctor Who

7) What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?

literally all of them except for the one above and "gone tonight" which is sort of open ended lmao. but i'm gonna go with SWL bc it's a multichapter and i wrote a whole epilogue of fluffy so

8) Do you write crossovers? If so what is the craziest one you’ve written?

i don't and i don't think i ever will but i do think about my favorite characters interacting a LOT. my most constant scenario is a hospital au with all of my main ships, i have everyone's specialties in my mind and i revisit scenes often, it's wonderful

9) Have you ever received hate on a fic?

full on hate, never, but there were two instances that were kind of funny:

- i was partaking in a fic forum contest with the theme "meta" so i wrote a meta fic (fics that mention the existence of that universe fanfic within it) and i tagged it and all and someone left me a lengthy comment about how much they hate meta fics and i was like??? ok???

- i have this cute little piece called glasses where percy "steals" jason's glasses and goes to the canoe lake and annabeth tries to retrieve them and they get all cute and kiss once (1) and someone left me a comment asking how dare i post such explicit content in a fic rated K? ASDFHDJSHSH

10) Do you write smut? If so what kind?

sometimes! it's difficult for me and not something that i find fits most of my stories, but sometimes it does and it flows well. i've written some, but it's in the lowest percentage of my writing

11) Have you ever had a fic stolen?

oh boy, have i. a few times. last two times were separate occasions, months apart, but by the same fucking person. wattpad is fucking hell. they changed the names and just posted it to another fandom.

12) Have you ever had a fic translated?

once but it fits better into the previous question: one time i was searching the percabeth tag (that was like years and years and years ago) and there was this little drabble in portuguese (my mother tongue) and i started reading it and it was SO familiar and i was like wait a minute this is mine??? so like i wrote it in portuguese, then translated it into english myself, and someone without asking for permission or crediting me translated it back into portuguese and posted it as if it was theirs. it was a ride

13) Have you ever co-written a fic before?

no and i think im too controlling to ever do that

14) What’s your all time favorite ship?

that would be mister perseus jackson and miss annabeth chase aka literally the best otp that has ever existed they love each other so much and they will live a full life of happiness and that's all i have to say

15) What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

omg so many... im still in the hopeful stages for all the ones for my current fandom (tatb) so let's skip that and go to previous fandoms:

the trixya jealously one. i have like 8k of it and i liked it so much. it's so far from done. i wish i could finish it.

the hinny spy au. i loved when i had that idea. god that was such a long time ago rip

and the fake death yj au. god i wish.

16) What are your writing strengths?

right now i feel like it's nothing tbh, and i'm doing this to be dramatic or fishing for compliment, it's just been such a long period of writer's block that everything in writing seems weak to me right now. i am however much better at scenes with only two characters, the more people you throw in there the more likely i am to screw it up

17) What are your writing weaknesses?

as mentioned, any scenes with lots of people, but also may i say: ENDINGS. ending a fic is literally the hardest thing on the planet i don't understand how people do it smh

18) What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

i like it if it fits the characters/story but i absolutely hate not knowing what they're saying or having to wait for the author's note, so i'm a fan of putting the translation immediately after if you're gonna do that

19) What was the first fandom you wrote for?

harry potter.......... we've been there folks

20) What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

how can a person even choose this....... i'm proud of so many of mine. if i had to pick one right now i'd say "Just fall into place (you'll fall into me)" bc i wrote the type of fic that i love finding in my other fandoms and it felt like such an accomplishment. but im proud of many of them

i'm tagging @promiseofthepremise @scarletenvy @xgoldendays @byima and whoever else writes fic i totally lost sight of that in here sorry folks!!!

#tag game #fanfiction #writing is hard #thank you so much!!! i love these #god i miss wr*ting 🤧

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Oh. Hi. Hello there. Ms. Calypso.

Ma’am, we…we need to talk. Like sit down for a second and woman to woman, have a good chat.

Let me start off by saying, WOW. Just fucking WOW!!!

Your writing. My goodness!! The world building. The character personality, development and relationships. The dialogue. The scene setting. The emotions.

I am so in awe of you. Like i literally spent a full 48 hours of my life reading, processing, trying to understand the characters that you’ve created, trying to rationalise their actions, their words. Trying to connect the dots from the different points in their life and the people that was in that part of their life. The moments of introspection that i had to pause my reading to ask myself the questions that the characters were48 hours that i cannot get back and yet, 48 hours AND MORE that i would gladly give up again to reread the story from beginning until whenever you decide to end the story.

🤯🤯🤯

I will end with this. Thank you. Thank you for writing. Thank you for sharing your…art, your thoughts, your imagination and taking us on this amazing journey.

Please, unless if it is your own accord and just THAT kind of season in your life, do NOT stop writing. Definitely no pressure at all because I’m so fucking impressed and kept losing my words cause i keep redoing this ask probably 5 times over now because i do not want to sound silly and ridiculous with someone that i admire.

So yeah. Keep on keeping on. I hope that the inspiration keeps coming to you and that YOU know that as a writer, but most importantly, a person, you have a lot of people rooting for you. You’re always so kind and friendly and open with your readers and it brings me so much joy to witness the interactions. And i want to take this opportunity to tell you that you’re more than welcome to send me an inbox if ever you need a listening ear, or spazz buddy because Hongjoong be a beautiful, talented and awkward turtle of a hooman and just…🥺🥺🥺🥺😍😍😍😍

Ok. Love you!!! Bye!!!

For the record, I’m kinda high when i sent it that first ask. But i was referring to MOC and if i notice any…unclear or a point i need to explain further, I’d probably send another ask later. So yeah. 😬😬😬

hello hi this is so wholesome and cute pls 😭😭 im more than happy to have a lovely cute lil woman to woman chat here you're so sweet ;-;

you've really got me ultra speechless here to be honest words are leaving my mind as im trying to type them, but.... man brain just won't find the proper words here. the barest minimum i can say is thank you. it's always a joy and precious to me when someone says they enjoy my writing, and that's something that never goes away so this is meaningful to me. and it's still incredibly.... mind blowing that i have been given a gift really, that's what i see it as, i've been given the gift of being able to write, being able to visualize these fantastical things and create a universe out of nothing, and to be able to both do that and to more importantly share that story - that's truly something i take great pride in and i place a lot of value in it as well, so it means so incredibly much to have this really, have these conversations, and talk like this with people about things i've been able to share. there was a point in my life where i wasn't sure where i would be or if i'd even be here to do something as 'menial' as writing. i never imagined that i would be able to create this world that so many can escape to, and it's so precious to me that so many are sharing that journey with me, because it's just as much a journey and a world to escape to to me as well.

thinking about things like,,,, the end of both this story and my time writing scare me a lot, and they intimidate me, and they make me sad. writing has been with me as part of my life for over half my life now. frankly, i think my brain is too full of ideas to ever lose that love i have for writing. where sometimes inspiration and motivation are hard to come by, i think i never want to reach a point where i stop altogether.

i can't really put to words how meaningful it is to hear that i have people rooting for me both as a writer and a person, that's something still so incredible to me, and some people might see that as 'fishing' for compliments or 'humble bragging', but genuinely, as someone who spent most as her school life as someone rather 'invisible' and who felt very unimportant for a while, this community has helped teach me how to love myself, and i say that with genuine honesty. just thank you so much, and thank you for being friendly and sweet and kind too that's very precious and special to me as well and i appreciate it so much 😭💖💕💖💕💖💕

#cried a lil ngl 😭#thank you so much :((

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beep beep bitch , you better get those tissues because we’re about to get emotional . (lets never talk about that again.) i cannot BELIEVE that i have only had you for literally less than six months , like how the fuck is that even possible ? remember at the beginning when we were all weird and cool like lol yeah so im bad at replying here so soz ... and then we like ... didn’t go a day without speaking to one another . like you’re such a standard part of my life now but in the best way , it’s like get up , sort my shit , message harmoknee. you have honestly just become so important to me in such a short time , not just here but like out in the dreaded realms of the real world . you are genuinely one of my favourite people to talk to and i know there’s nothing i can’t say to you and that whatever we’re talking about is in such a safe space . you are the salt to my pepper , the fish to my chips , the compare to my meerkat. (why can i not do this without being a fucking weirdo today?) and now lets actually talk about your blog, your writing ??? you are just so talented and you write such a wide range of characters that i’ve literally never heard of and yet am obsessed with them just because of how well you present each of them . i am especially obsessed with your ability to write villains complexly without woobifying them (i hate that word) or excusing actions. i also love how you have added characters for me , but also that you understand and appreciate the importance of platonic relationships bc ughhhh me fucking too mate. and i love that you have given me the opportunity to give nell a happy ending with a ship i have to say “bear with me here” when i explain it to people hahahah , but throwing her in that world was a choice we made and i have never looked back . your writing just flows so beautifully with so much depth and complexity and i regularly stalk your threads just to give my brain the pleasure of reading how you present the worlds of your characters. i literally think i could go on so much longer than this but loads of people want compliments and i need to write some other things today as well . anyway i love you i love you i love you . 10 ed davies’s out of 10.

@godles , send me a 🍓 and i shall compliment you!

#& godles #THESE HANDS OF MINE LOOK NOTHING LIKE MY MOTHERS // ans

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PRESENTING … FONDUE FOR TWO, EVERY TUESDAY, HOSTED BY JOEY HUMMEL-ANDERSON.

featuring… this week’s guests, @ivystjamess & @lincolnonline

fondue for two is a weekly internet talk show hosted by joey hummel-anderson. fondue for two, joey, and the muckraker team strive to get all the steaming gossip while he interviews guests of his choice over a steaming pot of cheese.

[Joey's room - once again, Joey sits across from his guests, but this time it's Ivy St. James and Lincoln Clarington-Smythe; Gil the Fish is in the same spot]

JOEY: Hi everyone! Today's guests are very special, since I have here with me McKinley's biggest bitches, Ivy St. James and the new kid that is already more popular than Fiona Beckett, Lincoln Clarington-Smythe! Do you guys feel honored to be here, on what is the greatest internet show of all time?

LINK: A title I am more than proud to share. I can also say with complete confidence that the bar for internet shows is so low that I can't dispute that this one may just be the best.

IVY: okay, winnie is totally a bigger bitch than me but i'm like happy to be here before her anyway. even if it's with the new boy.

JOEY: Okay, you guys could smile a little more though, this is the internet after all. Moving on to the first question, a fan actually sent this one and it's for Ivy! Ivy, is it true that you got Danny Zuko because, just like your mom, you have what people call "man hands"?

IVY: oh my god that's like so. . . mean? i dont have man hands and neither does my mom! but if the people like really wanna know, i have my dad's hands. mine look like the exact same as his, even when we used to do jazz hands in our family dance routines they were the exact same down to like every flutter of the finger.

JOEY: I wasn't the one who sent this in, so you can blame someone named LucyQ99, because she was the one who sent it. Moving on from the story about Ivy's hands that no one asked for, the next question is for Link! Is it true that you got kicked out of Dalton because you were caught having sex with someone on the stairs and not because of a list?

LINK: Unfortunately, no, there's been a mix up in stories. I was actually caught having sex with someone on the stairs last year and I lied and said I was helping him check for STD's because 'he was too scared to see the nurse.' The list thing was totes the reason and it was unjust so please email and call your local council and accuse Dalton of homophobia, that would mean a lot to me.

JOEY: You heard it here first, I will leave the phone number and email down below because Dalton is homophobic... Anyways, next question is for both of you, who is the second hottest guy at McKinley? I'm number one, obviously.

IVY: ugh that's like so totally easy, Joey! Everyone knows it's--

IVY: actually you know what? i bet link is like SO totally unbiased from personal experience with these guys.

IVY: link, who do you like think is hottest?

LINK: Uh...okay, well, in all honesty, the bar in on the fucking floor. And as much as I know you hate to admit it, I'm gonna say Leo because he gives me big Jack Skellington vibes if Halloweentown had a film school and I'm really into that, ya'know. Also maybe Theo but only when I admire him from afar, I don't need to hear him talk, it ruins it for me.

IVY: oh my god.

IVY: PLEASE say you're joking like right now.

IVY: leo? like? mccarthy?

LINK: Yeah, and? I like the angst of it all!

JOEY: Wait, Ivy you didn't answer, and I'm not even going to comment on that, Link... This is the last time you'll be on my show.

IVY: i dated leo for like eight months! so not cool! the angst like totally isn't worth it. and from personal experience? you're like definitely better off with theo.

IVY: joey i didn't answer because there's like. . . not even a second behind you. maybe a close fifth though. . . yeah!

LINK: Listen, I'm not gonna try anything with Leo, I respect his heterosexuality! I'm allowed to admire from my bubble of him being my manic pixie dream film bro! And stop avoiding Joey's questions, you're dodging and weaving that shit. You may be McKinley's lil' actress ingenue, but you're not a good liar.

IVY: i am like . . . an incredible liar!

JOEY: Okay, that's enough talking about Leo in my room, you guys are bumming out my whole area... I liked Ivy's answer, moving on! How do you guys feel about the musical?

IVY: thank you! anyhow, i'm gonna like totally make everyone forget who john travolta even is. duh. ever thought you could cry to a rendition of sandy? no? well just like wait until you hear mine.

LINK: I'm hype. I really don't care about musicals but I was born to play Rizzo, it just makes sense. I'm gonna steal the show and Ivy and....uh...no, no, I'll get it....Jonathan? Jason?......Anyways, Ivy and the Schuester guy playing Sandy, well I'm sure they'll be great too. I've never been too pure to be pink, that's for sure.

IVY: Julien.

IVY: but yea like im sure you'll make a good Rizzo. that's a compliment I don't give lightly.

JOEY: Good! I can't wait until everyone else in rehearsal to not fit in the room because of your giant egos. And I do know what ego means, I learned that word recently. Okay, between you two, who's more talented? The people want to know.

LINK: Yeah, him. Big hair. I'll get to know him when I have to bully him on stage. And let's look at the facts; I can sing, I can act, I can dance, I can write and direct, I can and have arranged multiple Cupcakke songs into acapella versions, I can work industry standard special effects equipment, I can give you splits and dips and I dress like Sharpay Evans. Make your own conclusions on who's more talented.

IVY: Listen, everyone thinks I'm like kind of a bitch, but the fact of the matter is I'm not just a bitch. I'm a talented bitch. And if acknowledging my ability makes me a bitch then like . . . whatever! Link's stuff is impressive but at the end of the day, I managed to be successful in the arts and like a totally hot and popular cheerio at Mckinley. It's no easy feat juggling both. So like . . . the proof is in the pudding or whatever.

JOEY: There's pudding? I want pudding... Well, I guess it's up to everyone else to decide, please leave a comment and say who you think is more talented! Right, next question is a serious one - do you guys think Gil looks okay? He looks tired, right?

LINK: I mean, yeah, why lie, this fish is probably moments away from the sweet, salty grips of a literal watery grave. But, hey, I'm no fish expert maybe he just needs to pop a Zoloft.

IVY: Ew, morbid. Maybe he just needs to like nap!

JOEY: I think he'll be fine. He hasn't been the same since I found out he's a secret slumlord... [turns to the bowl] The way you treat those families is really mean and they don't deserve that, but I think there's still good in you... Right, since I like to end it on a positive note, the two of you have to say something nice about each other!

IVY: Even though he's kind of delusional about who's gonna be the Grease show stopper, for someone who came from like a private school, Link does dress nice!

LINK: Why, thank you. You are very pretty and I get what the hype is about. You have a nice face and from what I can tell you have talent and when I get famous and if you weren't straight, I'd totally consider you for a part as the Final Girl in one of my movies. I try not to work with hets, it's not personal, I promise.

IVY: i see

IVY: but just so you know, i have like two gay grandpas and i'm jewish so like when I'm inevitably the best and only option you can pull that info for the sake of being diverse

JOEY: Right, that was kind of nice! Last question of the show, did you guys have fun here? And if you say no, you're not allowed in my house anymore.

IVY: i'd never be banned from your house but yea this was like super fun!

LINK: It was a blast. I should point out though that this fondue cheese kinda tastes like, um....pure garbage. But I can look past that.

JOEY: Anyways, thanks for watching everyone and I'll see you next week for another Fondue for Two!

[The End]

#fondue for two #fft: episode ii #joey hummel-anderson #lincoln clarington-smythe #ivy st.james

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taexual · 5 years ago

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HOLIC - 36 | jb x reader

pairing: Im Jaebum x Reader

genre: enemies to lovers au | roommate au

warnings: fluff + some suggestive themes

words: 3.7k

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It looked like most rooms at the motel were vacant when you arrived and the middle-aged clerk seemed almost excited to see you – even though it was obvious what you and Jaebum had gotten up to. Not even the remaining hour drive to the motel could erase the undeniable atmosphere of sex around the two of you; and it wasn’t like you were trying to hide it anyway, with Jaebum’s hand settling down on your waist as soon as you two stepped out of the car.

The lady at the front desk, after greeting you in an overly enthusiastic way, informed you that all rooms of the motel were designed the same way, so you could pick whichever one you wanted. All of them included a bathroom, a TV set, a mini-fridge, and two single beds. She sounded apologetic when she said that last part as if you’d turn around and leave, not even stopping to consider sleeping in separate beds.

“It’s alright, we know,” Jaebum said. “We’d called before to get a room reservation but were told not to worry about it.”

“That’s right, we don’t get many guests. It’s a small town,” the clerk told him, fishing a key off the hook on the wall next to her. “How many nights will you be staying with us?”

“Just this one,” he replied, releasing your waist when the lady passed him a form to sign. “We’ll be gone tomorrow.”

She nodded knowingly – although you weren’t sure what was there to know; but, then again, you and Jaebum probably weren’t the first couple that showed up here out of the blue, stayed for one night, and then disappeared in the morning – and then, after making sure your stay was documented and paid for, she finally passed you two the key to your room.

“Have a good night!” she said, her eyes shimmering in a way that suggested she knew you two would.

After thanking her and saying a quick goodbye, you and Jaebum retreated to the room. Contrary to what you’d expected from a motel that not a lot of people frequented, the room wasn’t awful at all. Just like advertised, it had two single beds separated by something that looked like a broken nightstand, a TV set – even if it must have been one of the few leftover relics from the early 90s in this room – a mini-fridge that buzzed so loudly, you thought you’d stumbled upon someone snoring when you’d first entered, and a tiny bathroom. The sight of the latter excited you the most.

“Will you be alright here?” you asked, throwing your phone on the bed closer to the bathroom, never having enjoyed sleeping next to a window – especially not when you were on the first floor – and turning to look at the only other person in the room. “I’m dying to take a shower.”

“Oh. Well, if you’re so concerned about my entertainment,” Jaebum, initially surprised that you were worried about leaving him alone for however long it’d take for you to finish your shower, was now smirking as he finished, “then you can just invite me to come with you.”

You gave him a blank look. “I have an important meeting tomorrow and it would certainly help if my legs could actually work.”

He laughed at that – obviously, taking it as a compliment – and then tried again, “I can be gentle.”

“Of all the things you’ve told me since we’ve met,” you replied, “that is the one I find the hardest to believe.”

“I can prove it.”

“Hmm,” you shook your head, merely blinking and then noticing that Jaebum had taken a step closer to you, his grinning face was now centimeters away from yours. “I’ll keep that in mind. Not tonight, though.”

He shrugged his shoulders, stepping away from you and plopping down on the bed next to the window with a deep sigh. “Fine. Your loss. Leave me here, bored and completely alone.”

His exaggerated dramaticism made you snicker. “There’s a TV. Knock yourself out.”

“I can turn your hot water off for more entertainment,” he teased.

“I know you can,” you said. “But I’m not playing games anymore. I’m strict now – you do that, I’ll kill you.”

“You’ll kill me anyway, one way or another,” he waved his hand dismissively. “I might as well have fun while I wait for you to do that.”

You shook your head again, throwing your shoes off by the door and finally heading for the bathroom. After inspecting it – the shower seemed decent enough and the drain didn’t look like it was going to swallow you whole as soon as you stepped into the booth, either – and then turning around to face the room one last time.

“Yell if you need me,” you told Jaebum.

“I need you!” he yelled immediately, earning a surprised – but amused nevertheless – look from you as you stopped halfway out of the bathroom.

“You’re in an unusually great mood,” you observed, smiling to yourself when you realized that this – happy – was your favorite version of him. “Stay that way until I come back.”

When you got out of the shower less than twenty minutes later, however, Jaebum was nearly asleep. Traces of his smile from before still lingered on his face, but his soft breaths indicated that, although still obviously happy, he was now more exhausted than anything else. You didn’t blame him. He’d endured a full day of work and then drove for more than six hours for you.

Smiling appreciatively, you hovered over his sleeping frame, considering leaning down and wiping the stray strands of hair from his forehead but not risking it in case that would wake him up. A second later, you jumped back because he suddenly opened his eyes anyway.

“You’re awake,” you pointed out the obvious. “I thought you’d fallen asleep.”

“No,” he replied in a husky voice and then yawned right after. “I need to shower, too.”

“Sorry,” you bit your lip. “You can go ahead.”

With a tired blink of his eyes, he sat up and reached for his phone – that he’d already placed on the nightstand in-between the two beds – and sighed after checking the time. Aware of his exhaustion, you offered him a smile.

“Need help with your shower?” you asked, earning a small chuckle from him.

“It’s alright. You should go to sleep,” he told you, climbing off the bed and stretching. “Busy day tomorrow.”

You nodded, inhaling deeply. For the majority of the day today, your mind was occupied with the trip here, but now that you’d actually made it into town, the nerves about the interview that awaited you tomorrow have started to poke at your mind, replacing the previous anxiety with slightly more prominent one. While the trip over here was stressful, it was still something that you could, more or less, plan out. The interview tomorrow, on the other hand, was completely out of your control.

“Nervous?” Jaebum asked, noticing the change in your expression. But he continued before you could reply, “don’t be. They will love you.”

“Normally, I’d say no and let my insecurities get the best of me,” you admitted, “but, God, I really hope you’re right.”

He smiled hearing this. “I am. You’ll see.”

“I probably won’t be able to sleep the whole night tonight, to be honest.”

“Well, if that’s the case,” Jaebum said, sitting down on the edge of his bed as you sat down on yours, “then wait until I come back from my shower and I can tell you a bedtime story. Something that will take your mind off of tomorrow.”

Another thing he was willing to do for you. Your stomach had suddenly clenched so hard, you could barely breathe.

“No,” you said softly. “You need to rest. You’ve already gone out of your way to—”

“I haven’t done anything you haven’t done for me,” he replied. “Although, I’m not doing this because I owe you. I’m a simple man – when I offer to do something, it’s because I genuinely want to do it.”

As your chest swelled with even more adoration, you shook your head.

“Stop being so nice to me,” you said. “Or I’ll start to think aliens had abducted you and replaced you with a very well-made copy.”

“When would they even do that?” Jaebum laughed. “I’ve been with you the whole day.”

“Well, I was just in the shower for half an hour, lots of things could have—”

Taking you completely off guard, he cut you off mid-sentence by reaching over and pressing his lips to yours in a gentle kiss. You could feel him smile into the kiss when he heard your breath hitch in surprise.

“Did that feel like me?” he asked after pulling away a moment later, his classic grin back on his face.

“Yeah,” you exhaled. “That felt like you alright.”

Chuckling again, Jaebum nodded his head in the direction of the bathroom, indicating that he was really going this time.

“Wait for me,” he reminded you, standing up.

“Hmm,” you nodded, mumbling under your breath so he wouldn’t hear (although you had a feeling that he still did), “wouldn’t be able to do anything other than that anyway.”

You lied down on your bed while you waited. The sound of the water running in the bathroom, just a few meters away from you, was soothing and, for a few quick moments, you actually thought you might end up falling asleep, after all. Just as you felt yourself sigh in content, however, the first hints of slumber fogging up your mind, you heard a gentle melody coming from the bathroom. You thought you’d imagined – or dreamt – it at first but when you opened your tired eyes, you could still hear it.

And, after sitting up and turning your head towards the bathroom door, you realized that this was Jaebum, singing in the shower.

With your heart bursting, you smiled to yourself and tried to listen better – harder – so you’d make out the words of the song but you didn’t seem to recognize the melody at all. Perhaps you just didn’t know the song or… perhaps this was an original piece that he’d created, maybe even the one he’d mentioned working on in the car on the way here.

Knowing very well that this was, technically, a form of eavesdropping, you still flipped onto your back so you could hear better but the running water inside of the bathroom made it difficult to discern the words. You couldn’t help but want desperately to ask him about this new song he was writing – if this was indeed a new song – but you knew he wouldn’t tell you much, not until he had the song all done and ready, which, based on previous experiences, could take ages.

Among the bits and pieces of separate words you’d managed to catch him sing, the only full phrase you were certain you heard was, “I want to be with you” but that was more than enough for you to understand that Jaebum had moved on from writing songs about his ex-girlfriend and was now working on a piece that was entirely different.

He’d told you once that he could never write songs about abstract concepts and instead preferred to write lyrics about his own personal experiences. He’d said he wrote the words that described the strongest emotion he was feeling at the given moment and you felt yourself smile at this memory. The sound of his voice behind the wall separating this room from the bathroom – and the words that passed his lips as he continued to sing – could have only meant that the strongest emotion he was feeling right now was not anger. Not anymore.

Holding your breath, you listened more and managed to overhear him curse silently every now and then – when he messed the melody up, most likely – which supported your hypothesis even more. Jaebum was right there, behind the wall, singing a new song that he had written himself.

And then the water stopped abruptly.

Gasping quietly, you turned to your side, your back facing the bathroom door, and closed your eyes. You’d very much prefer him thinking that you’d fallen asleep than have him catch you eavesdropping on him – in your defense, he was not being subtle about his singing at all; he had to suspect that the walls were thin.

Another moment later, you heard the door of the bathroom open. You still kept your eyes closed, your heart beating rapidly, the emotions caused by overhearing him sing still fresh in your mind.

You didn’t hear anything else for a good few minutes and debated opening your eyes so you could check what was it that he was doing without making any noise, but another second later, you were forced to find out what he was doing when he wrapped his arms – still dripping wet – around you, startling you.

“Shit, Jaebum!” you jumped up, turning your head as much as his body – now on the bed next to you, his damp skin soaking the sheets – allowed you to. “You’re wet—what are you doing?!”

“I thought you fell asleep,” he said, grinning mischievously. “So, I had to check.”

“Clearly, I’m awake!” you shot back – earning a very pleased look and a quick kiss on your cheek from him – but Jaebum was already standing up. “Did you suddenly forget how to use words?!”

“Using words is not nearly as much fun,” he said and instead of helping you find a proper response, your mind suddenly shut the function of your lungs completely off.

The sight of Jaebum standing in the dimly lit motel room in only his boxers, his hair falling on his face haphazardly as water dripped from the strands of his hair and landed on the smooth skin of his cheeks and chest, didn’t just make you do a double-take after you first laid your eyes on him. It made you battle your own mind so you could muster up enough strength to look away.

“Well,” you sat up on the bed, clearing your throat and feeling the sheets around you, “now my bed is wet because you can’t use a towel properly, either. Thank you.”

“Oh, hey look at that,” he said nonchalantly, reaching for his travel bag to find something to wear to bed, “looks like now you have to use my bed.”

You raised your eyebrows at this and shook your head, realizing that this might have been his plan all along. The previous exhaustion he had been feeling was seemingly gone now.

“You could have just told me you wanted to sleep with me instead of this,” you said, checking your shirt and shaking your head at the soaked material. “Now I’m considering sleeping here out of spite.”

“Oh, but you can’t. What if you catch a cold?” he asked, mock-concern evident on his face as soon as he pulled his shirt over his head, the material immediately clinging to the droplets of water still glistening everywhere on his skin.

“You are intolerable,” you told him matter-of-factly but Jaebum could see right through you. You weren’t nearly as annoyed as you were pretending to be.

“Come on,” he said, throwing the quilt that covered his bed to a side and patting the mattress. “Get in.”

“Not while you’re wet.”

“We can use body heat so I would dry faster.”

“I prefer sleeping in a dry bed,” you fought, resisting the pull of his eyes.

Jaebum enjoyed the challenge you were throwing at him, however, as he never ceased to smirk.

“After all that I’ve done for you,” he started and you were already able to guess where he was going to go with this, “after I’ve spent my precious time driving you over here and then making sure you really remembered this trip before you even got to the gallery,” he paused, reading your face as if to check if you understood which moment of your trip he was hinting at. You did. “And now you won’t even—”

“Okay, fine!” you stood up in a huff, took one step towards him and climbed into his bed instead, all while glaring at him as if he was making you participate in the most unpleasant activity of your life. “I knew you’d use that against me. It’s never “just a favor” with you. You always want something in return.”

He didn’t bother to deny any of that as he got into bed after you, throwing the quilt over your bodies and wrapping one arm – his skin still damp – over your body as he held you in a spooning position, nuzzling his head into your neck in an attempt to get more comfortable.

“I believe you promised me a story,” you reminded him, ignoring your suddenly accelerated heartbeat and the goosebumps that were woken up by the feeling of his breath on your neck, “and now I think you’ll have to keep talking until you’re completely dry and it no longer feels like I’m laying in a swamp.”

“In—in a swamp,” he chortled, the comparison amusing him. “Okay, alright, let me think of something to tell you. Something that would make you feel like you’re laying in a beautiful meadow full of daisies, since that’s what you’d prefer, yeah?”

“Jaebum, I’m in a very convenient position to kick you out of the bed,” you warned, bringing your foot over his shins to prove your point.

He laughed again, gently kissing your neck as an apology. “Okay, okay. Let me tell you about the time I left Mark to babysit my cats for me when we were back in college.”

And then he did. He got into explicit detail about the depth of the wounds his cats had inflicted on Mark and about how long it took him to convince Mark to come over again after that. Then, he told you about each cat he used to have individually, describing them so vividly, it was almost starting to feel like you’ve met his cats yourself.

He told you about how he had to give them away so he could get a job and stop worrying about leaving the poor animals home alone for the whole day every day. He told you about how his mom always cooked him food when he started his job at the radio station and how, whenever he opened the plastic containers she’d packed the food in, crowds of other producers would swarm to his studio to have a taste, too. He didn’t talk about his family much, focusing solely on his mother and, thus, answering the question he’d ducked out of answering in the car earlier today. He was indeed close to his mom.

By the time his throat got hoarse from all the talking, you had already turned to your other side and lied facing him instead. He had told you so much and, even though none of his stories involved the song you’d heard before, listening to his voice as he talked about his favorite moments from his life felt a little like hearing him sing and that was enough.

You weren’t sure when you began to feel drowsy and stopped focusing so much on the way his hair tickled your cheek or the way his minty breath washed off on your face every time he chuckled at the memory of the event he was telling you about.

Jaebum had succeeded in making you forget about the potentially life-changing interview you’d have to endure tomorrow because, as your mind floated between consciousness and slumber, you were thinking about something else entirely. In fact, the one thing that would not leave your mind was the realization that this didn’t feel that much different from home.

You were lying next to Jaebum here, too, his arms around you. You could hear his soft breaths, feel his heart beating against your chest, smell the soap on his skin. And when you opened your eyes, you could see that he was watching you, his gaze tender and full of vulnerability – your hand, sneaking up to rest on his chest, could have held the sharpest blade and he wouldn’t have cared. You could tell that this scared him, but not getting to hold you scared him even more.

As you thought back on all the times the two of you had wished to find yourselves in this exact position – hands and legs entangled together until one could no longer tell where your limbs ended and his began – you were even more inclined to believe that this here felt just like home. You’d spent so much time resisting the magnetic pull between your bodies until you finally gave in to it because fighting the inevitable was pointless. It just took you both some time to realize and accept this.

And now, even though your bodies were pressed close to one another, occupying only a tiny part in the corner of an otherwise enormous room – proof of how little physical life meant in comparison to all that was hidden in the universe – it felt like your souls, intertwined irreversibly, were so much bigger than this whole room. Bigger, even, than this world.

And just like Jaebum at the gas station hours before, you gasped quietly, a startling realization settling inside of your mind: his arms wrapped around you wasn’t just a reminder of an apartment somewhere far away from here. His embrace wasn’t just a mirror of all that had happened inside of his bedroom back at home.

Jaebum wasn’t just a piece of your home that you’d brought here with you.

He was your home.

“What is it?” he whispered, pulling away slightly, your gasp taking him by surprise.

“Nothing,” you replied breathlessly. “Thank you for telling me about all of that.”

“It’s okay,” he said, “are you tired?”

You nodded weakly. “I am. But I—”

“Sleep,” he told you, cutting you off before you could explain the epiphany you’d just had. “I’m here.”

He may not have heard the specific words from you – because you weren’t sure if it was possible to explain how a decidedly simple person, with nothing at all extraordinary about them, could ever discover what the true purpose of life was – but he felt them. He felt them in the tender touch of your fingertips on his chest. He felt them in your eyes when you thought he couldn’t feel you watching him. He felt them in your lips when you leaned in slowly, pressing a delicate kiss to his cheek.

Jaebum had figured out what the purpose of life was, too. It filled the otherwise empty space of the motel room, pulsating soundlessly all around you and him. It filled the vacant cavities of his chest, bringing life to his exhausted heart. It filled his mind, giving his thoughts and dreams the meaning they’d always lacked.

And, in truth, this purpose had never been hidden from him – it was right there in front of his face the whole time. He’d just been too stubborn to open his eyes and notice it.

But he saw it now. He held it in his arms, whispering a gentle “goodnight” and promising wordlessly to never let go.

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clayfaced · 5 years ago

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POSITIVE 20 QUESTIONS TAG GAME

ily @hopeisthewholepoint i was doing this a while ago and then the draft didn’t save so this is about 30 years late by now whopps. ily thanks for tagging me tho. ❤

1. Name 4 fictional characters who showcase your personality the best, with explanations if you want.

My girl Edrisa Tanaka from Prodigal Son bc we’re both socially awkward but at least she’s unapologetic about it. I want to say I have Sam Wilson’s humor and I too do what everyone else does just slower. Raymond Holt because I love fluffy bois and I’m down to fight anyone who says anything bad about my pets. Ben Wyatt because we’re both human disasters and I like making dumb stuff when I’m bored.

2. Aesthetic

Playing pool terribly with friends, peanut butter and banana sandwiches, colorful rain jackets. Balloons, music playing from car radios, collecting movie ticket stubs. Painted nails, open windows, and fish stamps on postcards. The smell of fresh basil.

3. Favorite musical/play? (If you’ve never seen a musical or play, one you’d be interested in seeing?)

Come from Away. Hands down. Though I will say I saw recordings of the National Theater’s Frankensteins recently and both are very good but the Miller-as-the-creature version is especially good.

4. What is the best compliment you’ve ever received?

Okay this is a bit of an unfair question bc I die at any and all compliments. But one that I thought of today /a couple days ago/ a long time ago when i started writing this that made me happy again was when someone I'm in a club with let me borrow his camera to take pictures during a performance. I hadn't taken pictures in a while and I had so much fun and I don't really contribute to the club so I finally felt like I had purpose. It was hard to see how they came out on the camera but the next time I saw him he said they came out really well and someone else said that he's normally picky when it comes to photos but he liked mine so that made me feel even better and it was overall a very nice time. It wasn't even really the compliment (I mean, it still was but) it was also just the gesture to offer a camera when he heard I liked taking pictures. I didn't have my camera with me until after this and it really made me remember how much I liked it. Anyways he graduated and hasn't been in the club since last semester so I never see him but it made me v happy.

5. How many times have you been in love?

Miss me with that romantic love but I fall in love with friends and people and every little thing everyday.

6. Embarrassing story or fact about yourself that makes you laugh now?

Bold of you to assume I've recovered from anything embarrassing ever.

This is a bit of a cheat bc it was always funny but my middle school PE uniforms had words and definitions on the back of the shirts (no i don’t know why) and mine said “final: adj. last in place” or something like that and you know what? it was RIGHT.

7. Favorite Disney/Pixar movie?

Probably Up. Idk I don’t really have one.

8. Favorite flower or plant?

Probably triostar plants because they’re cute and pink.

9. What’s your favorite holiday?

Halloween 🎃! I love the idea that kids are going bonkers and getting candy and having a good time. And I love that it gives not-children people a chance to dress up and have fun and take themselves less seriously for a day.

EDIT: NO ONE TOLD ME I MISSED QUESTIONS 10-14. NO ONE LOOK AT THIS .LOOK AWAY. IM FIXING IT. HOW DID I MISS FIVE WHOLE ENTIRE QUESTIONS. SMH.

10. Name three things that made you laugh or smile this past week.

This meme dee just sent me a minute ago. I had a socially-distant dinner with a couple of my friends whomst I love a lot on Saturday and it was very nice to see their beautiful faces in person again and I love them a lot. Time isn’t real I don’t know what happened this week. I set up the Xbox again and I’ve played a little little bit of Assassins Creed (which Im very bad at) and Skyrim (which im only a little bad at) and that’s been fun. Bonus answer of dee, nina, and I have been watching 911: Lone Star together and it’s v v fun.

11. What song would you play to introduce yourself to someone?

That is way too hard of a question to definitively answer. My music taste varies so wildly and my favorite song is usually the one I've obsessively listened to the last. Using that logic: Bang! by AJR or Wake Me by Bleachers. Or Chris Martin’s cover of Shelter from the Storm by Bob Dylan. Yeah. The last one.

12. Name something that truly makes you feel peaceful even at your most stressed moments.

Being a passenger in a car with music playing though that doesn’t really happen when I’m stressed. I wouldn’t say peaceful because when I’m not good at that when I’m stressed and most of the time when I’m stressed I have too much stress inside of me so I would rather get it out than be peaceful. So I just put earbuds in and listen to music too loudly so I don’t have to hear anything around me and I can just sort of release all pent up energy with the music and calm down.

13. What do you, did you, or would you study at college?

I’m studying film! I’m technically undeclared but I’m hoping to declare soon. :-). Yes I’m going to be unemployed and leech off of dee for the rest of our lives thanks for asking.

14. This is kind of a weird one, but which outfit of yours makes you feel most like yourself?

Um. Definitely sneakers (by default my white ones because I only have one pair) because I like being able to Move. Same reason for my black pants bc they’re not restricting at all and comfy. And then probably my gray sweatshirt which dee will murder me for saying bc it means I have zero (0) colors in my outfit but it comfy. I like having colors but I feel more comfortable in more neutral colors.

15. What is a quote you live by?

Oof oof I don’t know. I think there are a lot of quotes I want to live by and then I forget about them so if I am living by a specific quote, it’s not consciously. I reblog a lot I like to my words tag or text tag, and this one:

“‘Do you fall in love often?’ Yes often. With a view, with a book, with a dog, a cat, with numbers, with friends, with complete strangers, with nothing at all.” (Jeanette Winterson)

explains me very well. I don’t know that it’s something I live by because it’s just a state of my existence but it me.

16. Name the funniest playlist name you have.

I wish I had funnier playlist names. One of them is living room couch alone for a very specific mood when it's after 10 o'clock and everyone else is asleep and I'm in the living room alone on the couch and I'm not tired and time doesn't feel real. It's a good mood. I also have one called new york times which isn't funny I just like it.

17. Make a reference to an inside joke you have with someone you love with zero context.

“you know why we do this?" *snap with one hand* "because we can’t always get our arms free to do this” *dramatic arching snap with both hands*

But that one’s not with dee ( @mrrmiracle ) so give me one sec to think of something else too. Ok here we go:

"that Andrew Garfield movie"

18. What is a message you would give your younger self if given the chance?

Stop overthinking and start doing. You can’t sit at home sad your friends aren’t hanging out with you if you never ask them to hang out. Initiate things. Its not as scary as it seems. Also for the love of all things holy please form good habits now. Form all the good habits I have none and I’m tired.

19. Who is your favorite family member? (If you have no good blood family members, feel free to mention someone in your found family)

um my cats :// im just kidding it’s @mrrmiracle obviously.

20. What’s a secret dream of yours?

Um lol to not be alone. To be employed doing something I enjoy and make enough money to support myself. If I put lol will this sound less sad.

I’m tagging @mrrmiracle, @grayson-dick @valleydean and @daredeviil and if anyone else wants to do it just say i tagged you and i’ll edit it to include you 👀. i just get anxious tagging people bc i don’t want to annoy people and i never know who wants to be tagged or not.

#thanks for tagging me!!#ilu nina #tag game #you dont have to do it if i tag you obviously i just didn't know who to tag #uhh lemme know if you do or dont like being tagged and i'll continue or stop tagging you #not fandom

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shingansoul · 6 years ago

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Pleasantly Surprising Company

Pleasantly surprising would be the best way to describe how the others felt seeing this sudden display before them. Wild wasn’t the best with sudden contact or speaking with others, especially those with more energy or presence than him. It made sense, he spent most of his time alone surviving and fighting or merely listening and taking orders whenever he was around others. Not that he didn't have friends, but they were far spread and Wild tended to prefer his time alone more than not. Yet here he was, going far and beyond out of their way to speak with and introduce just such a type of person.

The group had found themselves once again in Wild’s Hyrule, always a sudden shift from the liveliness of most of the others’ worlds. Lots of open plains, untamed animals, and few and far spread villages within various biome extremes. Yet even still, where they were now felt even more unfamiliar than the vast open lands they often traveled.

The place they now found themselves now was a vast, seeming to never end mountain path. Around them however, were many puddles and small pools to be seen in the distance further down the way and some of the shrubbery seemed almost aquatic in appearance. There also seemed glowing blue markers to signify a path as they traveled down the beaten path. It was very damp, as if it had just rained but a moment ago despite the clear open skies.

Most the group had made their complaints of the constant dampness of the place, but Wild simply lead on. Being the only one familiar with the area and being their only guide, they resigned themselves to trudge on.

“This place seems kinda dreary dontcha think?”

It was Warriors who broke the almost silent march, a couple resoundings agreement was heard, but Wild merely shook his head with vigor.

“This place always makes me happy when I visit. The people here are some of the kindest. Trust me, this visit will be worth it once you meet him.”

Wild’s spoke with almost reverence and excitement. The others merely gave him puzzled looks aside from Twilight and Time who only smiled knowingly; they had their suspicions what Wild could be referring to, though they held their tongues of course.

“People?” Questioned Legend, looking around briefly at all the water around them as if to exaggerate a point.”What kinda people would wanna live here? There’s water everywhere, wood housing would rot and stone housing would sink over time as the foundation wouldn't be stable.”

The eldest of them spoke up,”The Zora are a water loving race, they’re amphibious. Wild, by any chance are we visiting the Zora Domain?”

The boy in question smiled, nodding once again.

Ahead of the group was a sudden break from the wet grassy path and instead the beginnings of a long stone and marble walkway leading into the outer areas and winding paths of a quite fanciful city. At the walkways mouth were two tall towers that up their spires emitted the blue light as the path markers before. Taking in the sight, many of the band of heroes gawked in awe at the sheer intricacy and size of the city. However it wasn't for too long as a sudden boisterous voice yelled down to them from atop one of the towers.

“Ho there Hylian travelers! Please wait before entering the ci-,” the voice cut itself off with a dramatic gasp followed by a hearty and deep chuckle.

The heroes backed away at the sudden large form jumping down to stand among. In a few seconds of blurred bright red colliding with familiar bright blue, those closest to Wild a moment ago found themselves next to empty air. Twilight was the first to look around in concern and on high alert, his head swiveled side to side before resting on the surprising sight of their new company and his cub.

Wild was so small compared to the large Zora, especially so when being hugged and held like a child would their favorite doll or toy. The Zoran man’s arms wrapped tightly around the hylian, his head nuzzling against the smaller neck as he spoke in a stream of excited words stopping every few moments for Wild to add in a short one or two word response.

“Ah Link! My greatest most wonderful friend! It has been so long since last we met!”

“ 3 months.”

“Precisely, 3 months! An eternity it has truly been! It is so good to see you little one!”

“You too.”

Another gasp of excitement. “You must simply tell me everything you’ve seen and heard in these past months! We can hold a feast in your honor! Or would you like a small personal lunch instead? You must be famished from your travels, are you famished?”

“Not terribly.”

“Hmm, peckish then. A small brunch would be best then.”

The Zoran seemed to speak aloud half to link and half to himself about possible plans, giving enough slack for Wild to turn himself around in his grip to have his chest against the amphibian’s arms and his own two arms folded atop the others triceps. He smiled warmly, oddly comfortable with the gentle yet forceful contact from the sudden companion. He looked to his fellow heroes, lazily waving a hand as he spoke, loud enough to be heard but soft enough not to disturb the still planning Zora.

“So...are you gonna introduce us to your friend there or what?” Four questioned, his tone somewhat annoyed though his smirk and chuckle before speaking showed otherwise his true feelings of the circumstance.

“This is-”

“Ah how terribly rude of me!” The zoran in question shifted his hold on Wild, quickly but carefully placing him on the ground again before taking a low sweeping bow, his large tail-esque fin swishing to and fro excitedly like a dogs tail.

“I am Prince Sidon, Prince of the Zoran people and this before you is the Zoran domain. Welcome! Will you all also be visiting and staying while our dearest Link is?” The Zoran seemed to smile, his golden eyes almost willing the others to say yes.

Wild looked at the others with a similar though far toned down expression. The others quickly looked amongst themselves before turning their own gazes to Time. The eldest glanced at everyone before sighing in faux exasperation and nodding.

“It’d be rude to turn down such hospitality. Plus, im sure we’d love to get acquainted with your friend here, Link.”

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As mentioned earlier, Sidon had gone ahead with the more private brunch idea, the dishes all being light fruit and fish served to the group in the Prince’s personal studies after a few extra chairs had been retrieved from empty guest rooms in the palace living quarters. As they all ate, the Zoran prince seemed to speak in an almost endless stream of questions and compliments towards Wild, changing to address one of the others on occasion to make sure all was well with their food. The sight of Wild so comfortable and friendly with another warmed Twilight’s heart, he felt a bit relieved in earnest.

He knew Wild’s journey in his mission had been a lonely one, so knowing he did actually have friends was a pleasant surprise for sure. Though Sidon was certainly not the kind of friend Twilight had expected. Sidon was loud but not obnoxious, he was boisterous and flagrant with his words, a strange mix of formal and polite yet excitable and hyperactive like a child. He seemed to care for Wild quite a bit, though the circumstances between their relationship were unknown. Wild was a wild boy and hero, Sidon was the heir to a kingdom and a prince, Wild was quiet and spoke with his actions before his words unless he felt it necessary, Sidon seemed to have words to share in the thousands, yet they seemed to pair off quite well and fit into each other's company seamlessly.

“Ah I've failed once again in my manners to you all, forgive me.” Sidon suddenly addressed all the other Links now. “I have yet to ask you all hardly anything, how terribly rude of me. How berated I would be if she saw..Now if i may ask, friends of Link, how exactly do you all know one another? Our dear Link has yet to bring other Hylian’s aside from Princess Zelda herself to our domain.”

The room grew awkwardly silent, the group thinking over how exactly to respond. How much should they tell? Should they even say anything, what lie would they give instead? However, all their struggled thoughts and side glances were for nothing as Wild spoke.

“They’re versions of me from the past, sorta. Something weird going on recently connected our times and versions of hyrule and now we’re travelling together…” He looked to Time as if to ask for confirmation that he spoke correctly. He eldest nodded slowly, adding on, “That’s an...oversimplified version of the situation i suppose, yes…”.

The group was torn between staring in shock and exasperation towards Wild and curious and concerned glances to Sidon, trying to gauge his reaction.

The prince hummed softly to himself, taking the information in. Seemingly far too quickly given the weight of what was just said so simply. He then smiled, sweeping his gaze over the group before him.

“Well, any Link is welcome here with my blessing then. I wish you all the luck on your travels and quest, whatever exactly it may be this time. Remember,” he turned his attention back to Wild,” If things weigh on you too heavily, or should you ever feel you’re unable, it is no weakness to ask for help. You’ve me and all my people can offer, and now you’ve other allies too! So do great, but don’t let the world make you feel like you’ve no choice in your path. You may be a hero, but you’re also my dearest greatest and most important friend i’ve ever had.”

Wild smiled, leaning into Sidons side and nodding. He made sure he had the Prince’s attention before ghosting his fingers against his chin and moving his hand forward and out from there.

‘Thank you.’

Sidon grinned, his sharp rows of teeth somehow showing more warmth than ferocity as he nodded. The Zoran raised his own hands, first pointing at himself, then crossing his arms wrist over wrist and finally pointing back at Wild. Then he made a motion laying one one thumb and wrist on the other, two fingers extended only on each hand and he pumped his arms moving his hands in a half circle away from him and then back.

‘I love you. Take care.’

‘Yes,” thought Twilight to himself watching the sign language “spoken” between the two, ‘pleasantly surprising indeed.’

Okay so first of all, i adore the @linkeduniverse AU so much, its brought me so much joy the past few days since i stumbled upon it. The art, the story so far, the characterization, it’s all so wonderful and brought me a lot of comfort and joy recently. So i just HAD to give some kind of fan work for it to show appreciation. I can’t wait to see where it goes, thank you so much @jojo56830 for sharing your ideas and talents with the world.

#legend of zelda #linkeduniverse #prince sidon #link #botw #twilight princess #skyward sword #au

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Why did you last feel like crying? This past weekend I was just extra moody and on the verge of tears.

How long ago and why did you last feel infuriated? I get easily irritated and frustrated, but it’s been awhile since I’ve felt infuriated.

Do emotions control you or do you control your emotions? My emotions got control over me a few years ago and I haven’t been able to gain it back. :/

Do you keep your friends secrets/private information to yourself? Yes.

What negative quality do your friends bring up the most? I wouldn’t want friends who did that. I do that enough myself as it is, I don’t need anyone else pointing out all my negative qualities all the time.

What quality do you think you have that others don’t think you do? I don’t know. I feel like people in my life overestimate my abilities rather than the other way around. I feel a lot of pressure to maintain that illusion. <<< Same in regards to feeling like people overestimate my abilities. Although, in terms of the long list of negative qualities I believe I have, my loved ones would disagree on a lot of them.

Do you often “jump” to conclusions? Yeppp. Always the worst ones, too.

Do you find being alone with strangers scary, interesting or indifferent? It could be scary depending on the situation, but I’d definitely feel anxious and uncomfortable.

Do you think you know a lot about the world? There’s a lot more I don’t know.

Do you know first aid? No.

Does the sight of blood make you feel sick? Y Yes. It makes me feel weak. I can’t even look when having blood drawn and getting it done makes me sweaty and weak.

Does your first name have an L in it? Nope.

Middle name have a C in it? Nope.

Last name have a R in it? Yes.

Do your initials spell a legitimate word? If so, what? Nope. The word above, does it have any connection to you at all?

Do you prefer classic rock or nope alternative? Nope alternative?

Do you like Kings of Leon? Yeah. I loved when Sex on Fire first came out.

How about The Script? Yes.

Does crying make you feel better? Sometimes.

Do you know a girl called Becca? Nope.

How about a guy called Gregory? No.

Does someones background effect whether you’ll be friends with them or not Uh, well yeah. Like if they have a sketchy background or have done things I’m not comfortable with.

How about their religious background? I’d have a problem with a satanist or if they were involved in a cult.

If someone admitted cheating in a past relationship of theirs, would you trust them? That would likely make things complicated, but I guess it would depend on the situation. Although, you’re likely just getting their side of it and it may not be accurate or they’re leaving things out that paint them in a better light than their ex. It would just really, really depend on the situation and it’d take a lot of communication.

Do you drink tea and/or coffee every day? Coffee, yes.

Did you ever want to be a cook as a kid? No.

How about a fashion designer? No.

Do you wish that magic was real? I mean sure it’d be dope to make something you want appear or happen whenever you want. It could also be tricky, though, and used for the wrong reasons.

What food would you love to wipe off the face of the earth? I’m picky, so there’s a lot of foods I don’t like, but plenty of other people enjoy them so I’m not going to wipe it off the earth just cause I don’t like it.

Can you use a bottle opener? Yeah...

Do you own a cheese grater? Nope.

What time will it be in 38 minutes time? 4:26AM.

What day/date will it be in 11 days time? May 25th. Damn.

Have you ever owned a pet fish? Y Yep. I had a fish tank full of fish as a kid.

Do you prefer fire or ice? Fire in terms of bonfires and in a fireplace for the comfy, coziness of it and I love the smell of it during the fall. I don’t use ice in my drinks, so, not a big fan.

Do you rap along with rap songs? Ha, well my attempt to rap along.

When happy, do you become more talkative? Yeah.

Bowling or sailing? Why? Bowling I guess if I had to pick out of the two. Have no interest in either one, though.

What colour is your kettle? I don’t have one.

How about your microwave? Black.

Do you prefer sitting in the front or back of a car? Front.

How about in a train? On the bus? I’ve always had to sit in the middle on buses cause that’s where the wheelchair spots are.

Do you care about politics? I admit that I really haven’t been following closely these past few years. I used to pay more attention, but I just... can’t. It’s too much.

Obama or Bush?

Blair or Brown?

When did you last cook something from scratch? I don’t cook from scratch. The only cooking I do is packaged ramen.

What things make you jealous? Im rarely jealous. <<< Same. I feel envy more than jealousy.

Do you think the censors/fcc go a bit too far or are just right? I am confused as to why it’s okay certain curse words but not others. And I really don’t get why in “asshole” just the “hole” part is bleeped out lol. Do you feel hungry, thirsty, sleepy or none of the above? Right now I’m just sleepy.

What’s your Mum’s Mum called? How about your Dad’s Dad? Lupe/Charles.

Do you prefer crepes, pancakes or waffles? Waffles and crepes.

Do you have ice-cream in your fridge right now? I think we have some.

How about chicken nuggets? Not chicken nuggets, but my brother has a bag of chicken wings.

Do you eat fish often? Never. I hate seafood. <<<< Saaaame.

Have you ever taken a martial art? Which one{s}? Nope.

Do you know anyone who is scared of you? I can’t imagine anyone being afraid of me, a stick thin, super shy, and awkward af girl. haha.

What person who has died would you bring back and why? I wouldn’t mess around with bring people back from the dead. I believe I’ll see them again one day.

Do you like watermelon? Yeah. I couldn’t tell you the last time I had any, though.

Can you remember the month of your first kiss? October. I remember that because it happened at my high school drama department’s haunted house.

Do you make friends easily? No. I also don’t try to to be honest.

What makes you different from everyone else? DNA <<< Hahaha welp that most certainly does.

I give you a piece of paper. What do you draw/write on it? I’d do random doodles and write random words in cursive cause that’s what I do when I doodle.

What pictures or photos are up in your lounge? Is that like the living room? If so, we have a few framed photos on the shelves we have.

Do you like purple and white patterned things? Sure.

Do you know anyone called Pipa? No.

I say purple, you think… It’s my mom’s favorite color.

What do you think is the most interesting thing about you? Nothing.

Do you like being complimented or does it make you uncomfortable? They’re nice, I’m just super awkward.

Does the description of your starsign correspond with your personality? Nope. I’m so opposite of how a Leo is described.

Do you have a photo album? Yeah, several old photo albums (physical ones) and several on Facebook and my phone.

What artists paintings do you find the most beautiful? I don’t necessarily go for beauty in art. My favourite painters are Dali, Kandinsky, and Klimt. Weird over beauty for me. <<< That’s how I am. One of my favorites is The Scream by Edvard Munch. I like the melting clocks one by Dali, too.

What about the most disturbing? Hmm. There’s definitely paintings I’ve seen that I thought were disturbing, but of course I can’t think of a specific one at the moment.

Have you ever gone to a camp or summer school? I’ve been to two camps: science camp and Girl Scout camp. I also had to do summer school once in the 6th grade cause I missed a lot of school due to spending months in the hospital and at home after having surgery. I voluntarily took a few summer classes in college.

What was your favourite cartoon as a child? A lot of the stuff that was on Nickelodeon, Disney Channel, PBS, WB Kids, and Saturday morning cartoons on ABC.

What was your biggest fear as a child? Bugs.

Would you rather be able to fly or breathe underwater? Fly.

What about invisibility or mindreading? Invisibility.

Do you like what you see in the mirror? Nopeee.

Can you remember all your past teachers names? Not all of them, but a lot of them.

Do you like talent shows? Which ones? I enjoyed when we had talent show assemblies in elementary school. Those were fun.

Have you ever failed an important exam? In what? Yes, in math.

Do you find people taller than you intimidating? Just about everyone is taller than me.

Do you think you are better than people of a different country/background? Wow, absolutely not. I don’t think I’m better than anyone.

What’s your favourite thing about your country? We have our issues and I know other countries make fun of us, but we have a lot of good qualities and I like where I’m from.

Who is your favourite bzoinker? I don’t go on there.

What websites do you have bookmarked? The ones on the toolbar are Google, Facebook, Twitter, Tumblr, YouTube, Pinterest, and a couple PDFs from Bible studies.

Do you use bows and ribbons to decorate your gifts? Yeah. I love wrapping presents and making them look all nice and pretty.

Do you listen to the same type of music as your parents? What type is that? We like a lot of the same, yeah. Especially my mom and I.

What TV show scared you as a kid? Are You Afraid of the Dark haha but I also loved to watch it. That intro is what really got me. Oh, and Unsolved Mysteries. That was a show about real life mysteries and murders and such.

Family Guy, The Simpsons or South Park? Why? Out of the three I’d pick Family Guy, but I’m not into any of them. My family loves Family Guy so I see parts of episodes here and there all the time and I’m familiar with it. Sometimes it’ll give me a little chuckle.

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