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babbushka · 4 years ago

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Some of those prompts are so funny! Can you please write this one for Flip or a Kylo AU? It’s hilarious!

“I may be loves bitch but at least I’m man enough to admit it.”

A/N: This silly little something is completely inspired by chatting with my dear friend @safarigirlsp !

2k, Flip chugging his respect women juice aka being his wife's #1 fan (he's a lil confused but he's got the spirit) cw: lowkey 1970s misogyny

Flip’s about ready to bang his head on the fucking desk in front of him from frustration, when he hears it. Those magic words that somehow get him through the day, each and every day, when the hours drone on and on and on at the station, when he feels like he’s been there for six years instead of only six hours.

In the habit that he and Ron have built up ever since being desk neighbors in the narcotics unit’s special glass office, Ron has finally come around and saved him from sudden death by boredom, by slapping a hand on Flip’s shoulder and happily announcing, “Present for you in the lobby.”

“Shit it’s already lunch?” Perking up at once, Flip shoves himself away from his desk, sparing a glance to his watch and seeing that it was in fact noon. He doesn’t even bother to push his chair in as he weaves through the other desks in the office on his way to the door, stopping himself before practically bolting to ask, “Thanks Ron, you stickin’ around? She said she was bringing stuff over for us.”

Ron only nods, knowing that Flip wants to get to you as quickly as possible, and so he spares him the conversation so that the detective can do just that.

You’re beautiful, as you always are, in the lobby of the CSPD. Currently chatting away with one of the secretaries at the front desk, you’re dressed in that new outfit Flip likes so much, your hair done up all pretty and fashionable. Instantly, his day is made better just by your being here -- something that he’s grateful for, because his day had been pretty fucking trying up until this point.

“Hi honey!” You catch sight of him, face lighting up, and Flip can’t resist a smile when you’re so happy to see him like this.

His cowboy boots take him across the lobby and into your arms, and he’s immediately taking the weight of the basket that you’re carrying out of your hands, placing it gently on the floor so he can squeeze you tight with a hug and a kiss.

“Hey ketsl, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes.” He pats your ass lovingly, before picking up the basket and leading you through the lobby back towards the rec room.

“Right back at you handsome, I hope you’re hungry, I brought you the biggest roast beef sandwich I could possibly make.” You wink at him, and like clockwork, his stomach growls, making him chuckle a little.

“You’re a fuckin’ miracle and a half, I’m starvin’ -- ”

Suddenly, you stop with a frown, looking through the little window of the door to the conference room as you pass by it.

“What’s going on in there?” You ask, pointing your thumb in the room’s direction, and Flip doesn’t know what you mean.

“Huh?”

“Is there a meeting that you’re missing?” You ask, and Flip frowns then, because he doesn’t think so anyway.

But save for Jimmy and Ron, it looks like the entire narcotics unit is crammed into the conference room, along with a handful of rookie cops, homicide detectives, janitors, and even some of the press. They’re all watching someone draw a big graph on the black board, the unmistakable sound of chalk squeaking punctuating the speaker’s passionate presentation.

“No, Chief would’ve said something...oh for fuck’s sake.” It takes Flip two seconds to recognize what’s on the chart, and immediately he’s shaking his head.

It’s a line graph, the Hot-Crazy Matrix, this new thing that’s got all the men in the country thinking they know everything about women. The gist is the hotter a woman is, the crazier she gets, and everything about it rubs Flip the wrong fuckin’ way, especially when he presses his ear against the door and listens in on what they’re actually saying.

“...If you find yourself in the Fun Zone, your main goal is to move out of the Fun Zone to a more permanent location.” “Now above the ‘crazy’ line, we have the Danger Zone. This is your redheads, your strippers, uh, anyone named Tiffany -- ”

“Hairdressers!” One of the men from the back of the room shouts.

“Yes, hairdressers, this is where your car gets keyed, your tires get slashed, and you wind up in jail. At this point you have to understand that this is not a static environment. This is a situation where you have got to use this matrix over time to develop some relatable data. At any moment in time, any woman that you have previously located on this chart can vanish, and reappear anywhere else on the chart.”

“Let me break this up really quick -- ” Flip reaches for the door with a dark scowl on his face, but you put a hand on his arm to stop him.

“No.” You look at him with wide, playful eyes, “No I think we should sit in on it, see what they say. Cause a little trouble.”

Flip loves the way you think, and with a sigh, he makes sure you stay behind him as you both slip through the door, unnoticed with how quiet you are. All eyes are on the blackboard as the speaker -- a greasy looking beat cop -- draws a line on the chart.

“Now, above an eight ‘hot’ and between a seven and a five ‘crazy’, this is your Wife Zone. When you meet this girl, you should consider a long term relationship. And if you find a woman who is below a five crazy, and above an eight hot, this is your Unicorn. We call them that because they do not exist. If you happen to find one, please uh let us know, we’d like to study it and try if we can, to replicate it.”

There’s a round of laughter from the crowd, and Flip can feel your hand tense in his own. He’s practically unable to hold himself back, when the cop finally sets down the chalk, dusts off his hands, and regards the room as someone else turns the lights back on.

“Anyone have any questions?” The cop asks, and Flip’s clearing his throat before he knows what he’s even doing.

“Yeah, hi.” Drawing all attention to him, Flip puts his hands on his hips, towers tall above all the other men in the room by at least three inches, and deadpans, “Have any of you actually spoken to a woman before? I mean, for longer than the two minutes it takes for them to reject you.”

That’s clearly not what the men in front of him were expecting, because they just blink, slackjawed like the morons they are.

“What?” The speaker asks, caught off guard.

Flip sighs, lights up a cigarette and crosses his arms over his chest, puffing out a big intimidating cloud of smoke.

“Show of hands, who here is married?” He waits, and predictably, no one comes forward. He knows this, because he knows all the married couples at the station. You make it a point to know them, anyway. “Okay then, well, who here has a girlfriend? Who here has ever had a girlfriend?”

Still no hands, and maybe Flip shouldn’t be surprised, the kind of men that believe this shit are the kind of men that either wind up alone or abusing poor women that they can manipulate into staying with them, and Flip doesn’t have the time or energy for it much longer.

“Interesting.” He muses, having made his point while the room murmurs amongst themselves.

One particularly stupid cop makes the mistake of trying to be a tough guy, some pipsqueak five-foot-four wannabe wrestler speaks up from near the front of the room, “We don’t need your condescending bullshit, okay, Zimmerman -- ”

“And women don’t need your bullshit charts splitting them into categories of fuckable or not, and yet here you are.” Flip cuts him off, and you feel a sense of pride blooming in your chest. Flip is a good boy, it’s why you married him after all.

“You’re only saying that because your wife is standing right next to you.” The cop tries to push his buttons, and maybe it’s because Flip hasn’t eaten yet, but anger itches up his spine, and soon the crowd is parting like the Red Sea, for Flip who is gunning straight for him.

“Oh yeah? How’d you think I got my wife you piece of shit? Because I promise it wasn’t by treating her like some shiny object to win.” Flip grabs the cop by the front of his uniform, and hoists him clean off the floor so that he can pull him up to eye level.

“Well then maybe you got lucky and married the only woman in Colorado Springs who isn’t a huge bitch.” The cop doesn’t know when to quit, does he?

“That’s not fucking true, my wife is a bitch and I love her for it.” Flip’s temper flares, and he’s about to raise his fist to punch this guy in the face, when he hears your voice from across the conference room where you’ve been watching with an amused smile.

“Flip, come on let’s go eat, lunch is getting cold.” You say, even though technically the sub sandwiches were supposed to be cold anyway. They don’t need to know that though.

Flip drops the schmuck, lets him fall to the floor with a thud, and walks towards your outstretched hand. Apparently that’s funny to the guy, because he slaps his knee and scoffs with a dry laugh.

“See? You’ve gone soft from love. Maybe we’re better off without it.” He tries to get the other guys to chime in, but they at least know what’s good for them, and instead just scratch the back of their necks, averting Flip’s gaze.

“I may be love’s bitch but at least I’m man enough to admit it.” Flip places his hand in yours, and you give his palm a tight reassuring squeeze. Looking down at you sweetly, he flicks the ash of his cigarette onto the floor and holds the door open for you leaving the conference room with a patronizing, “And at least I have a damn good woman to come home to. You losers enjoy your pity party.”

Finally in the rec room, you and Flip relax with Ron and Jimmy, your CSPD boys enjoying the big sub sandwiches you made and brought over. The little excursion in the conference room ate up only about fifteen minutes of Flip’s lunch hour, something that you and your husband are happy about. He’d be pissed off if he wasted any more time than that.

Everyone enjoyed the sandwiches and bottles of pop, most especially your Flip, who happily sat you down on his lap and wound his arms around you, feeling extra possessive.

“Out of curiosity, where in that chart would you put me?” You ask Flip, expecting him to take a couple moments to mentally weigh his options.

To your unamused surprise, Flip, Ron, and Jimmy all unanimously answer just about as soon as you’ve finished asking the damn question, not one of them even bothering to swallow their sandwich first before replying, “Danger Zone.”

“Hey!” You smack Flip’s chest with a scoff, and Ron and Jimmy immediately break out into laughter.

“You asked.” Jimmy points out with a shrug, just lucky that he’s out of your reach, lest he get smacked too. Ron also dips out of the way, but it’s only a moment later that Flip’s got his hold on you tighter, preventing you from swatting at your friends.

Flip holds you and kisses all over your cheek, his goatee tickling you as he presses his face against yours, nuzzling his nose against yours sweetly even though he’s basically just called you crazy.

“I married you anyway, didn’t I?” Flip’s big brown eyes try to sweeten the deal, and as much as you want to give him a hard time for being such a dork, you have to admit that it works.

“Thin ice, Zimmerman, thin ice.” You shake your head playfully, relaxing into Flip’s embrace a little as he settles you properly onto his lap again from where you were a wiggle worm, squirming away.

“You love me.” Flip smiles.

And despite it all you have to roll your eyes and grin because, “Yeah, I really do.”

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mistymark · 6 years ago

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the boyfriend one. [jeno]

full masterlist // part of the nct boyfriend series // 1.0k

Sweet Boi

really just loves you a lot

ur really living the life if ur dating him

athletic, handsome, musically talented, intelligent, funny, sweet, the boy is the Whole Package

and not just the tiny package people use to build someone’s self confidence

he's the Whole Package but like all twenty packages you could possibly get

he really is That Guy

perfection

and hes ur boyfriend (lucky hoe)

overall adorable boyfriend

lowkey shy lowkey treats you like one of the guys

definitely have one of those ‘We were best friends and now we’re dating’ kinda relationships

you were probably friends for a while beforehand

and his confession consisted of him holding your hand for the whole day before you even noticed

and then asking you out in the cutest manner

made you stop walking so he could stand in front of you and tell you how he felt

you melted it was so cute

mostly because ho’s so cute

loves to joke around w you

used to claim he “didnt know how to flirt” yet would flirt with you Constantly

the boys would always make fun of him poor boy lmao

and it was that really Obvious flirting as well

but you never really thought he meant it

he did tho lol

sometimes would hit u with classic dad jokes which would make you wanna DIE from laughing but are also So Terrible

“jeno im tired :((” “hi tired im jeno”

jhjhkjshcjhs

but you gotta like his jokes if ur dating jeno

and he would love that u understand and appreciate his sense of humour

even if u roast him for his lame jokes sometimes,,, you still get them and sometimes think theyre actually funny

he's also probably lowkey the showoff type but like, accidentally

like you'd be hanging out with ur friends and he'd arrive and be like ‘oh babe sorry im late’ and hand u flowers and all their significant others just seem less significant, inferior, not jeno

loves treating you though

loves to see you smile

really just wants to see u happy

when it comes to him, your smile is infectious

always cackling around you at the dumbest shit

like you’re never serious when you’re together

you’re both just so happy all the time it’s so pure

needless to say whenever he needs to do anything seriously you’re immediately banned from being anywhere near him

“no babe I have to study” “I can help you jeno :((” “no you won't, trust me”

your contact in his phone is “the distraction” but he insists it’s just your name

you didn’t find out until jaemin told you

his password is 100% ‘000000′ and you’re the only one that knows

youre honestly surprised no one else has figured that out

his background is something subtly you, like a random sunset pic you sent him once or a cute doodle you did one time when you were studying together

always there to help you destress because boy is Chill

suggests athletic dates

like indoor trampolining or walks along the beach or something where you’re doing something

doesnt understand what sitting down is

randomly shows up on your doorstep when he’s hungry

even tho he lives like a fifteen minute walk away

he knows you’re always up for a lunch date or a coffee run

when you won't stop working he drags your chair out of the room and closes the door

holds it closed until you promise him you’ll take a break

lets you back in with the softest smile

lowkey wears outfits he knows you’ll like around you just to see if he gets a reaction

tells you he’s gonna change his appearance just to make u have a breakdown

“babe im gonna go bald” “JENO YOURE W H A T ?!”

thinks hes so fucking funny istg this kid

favourite pda is

just fuckin

lying on each other

or forehead kisses

if its just the boys around hes constantly lying on you

and youve got 60kg of teenage boy weighing you down

but if youre out in public you just look like really good friends

sometimes holds your hands if hes in a mood

like stressed or kinda bummed

just needs to know youre there you know

forehead kisses he presses to your head whenever he has the opportunity

walking in the city and gotta stop to wait to cross the road? hes got his arm wrapped around ur shoulder and is tugging you into his chest to press a kiss to your forehead

stares at you sometimes without meaning to

gets embarrassed when you tease him about it

boy is just really in awe of you tbh

asks you to be his date for any event ever

it was like that when you guys were just friends too

everyone thought you were a couple way before he officially asked you out

he pretended it annoyed him the lil jackass

but his crush was so obvious lmao

like jeno seriously boy

falls on you whenever you make him laugh

so all the time lol

boy needs to get it together

because you were so close beforehand you’re so used to teasing each other

so if he does compliment you he either stutters as he says it or compliments something so random

one time you were sick and your voice dropped like two octaves and he thought it was so hot lol

but he wasnt going to tell you that

“you should get sick more often”

- jeno 2k19

sweetie that aint how you do it but ok

okay maybe I lied sometimes when hes really shocked by how beautiful you are he just blurts out his compliment

its really quite precious

I mean its jeno

what else is new

anyway

take care of this precious boy he is my son I love him sm

peace out babies

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is0gild · 4 years ago

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Ice Cream and Fire Oven Pizza - Chapter 10

Pairing: Elsa x Lea/Axel || Side Pairing: Riku x OC

Summary: Modern AU. She's an introvert ball of nerves who works at Ice Palace, a mall food court ice cream shop. He's the outgoing, sassy goofball who works at the Pizza Planet across the way. Hilarity, snark, and fluffy romcom hijinks ensue.

Word Count: 7,783

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Credit for super friggin’ cute and super friggin’ amazing cover art goes to the super friggin’ talented ky-jane here on tumblr!

It’s times like these that I really do wonder which is more nerve-racking: being thrust into a social interaction unwillingly with a whole bunch of people? Or unwittingly with just one single, solitary person?

With the large group, it was definitely and without a doubt overwhelming. Just finding the strength alone to speak up and join in the conversation was a skill that still escaped me. And even if you did manage to get so much as two words out, that meant all eyes were suddenly on you. What if you talked too much? Or too little? What if you forgot what you were saying at all? Or worse, what if you said something stupid? What if you embarrassed yourself so bad that there’d be no showing your face ever again in the light of day, much less to another human being?

Which, if I’m being totally honest, I would probably find kind of amazing.

Hermit for life, yo.

But then, there were also advantages to the crowd. The biggest one being that an antisocial, cave-dwelling troll like me? More often than not could get away with saying nothing at all. Everyone else could handle all the chit-chat while I simply faded into the background and soaked up the ambiance. That way, I could just make an appearance and give the illusion of being socially active without actually being socially active.

One-on-one exchanges, on the other hand? Now those were a whole other beast. No, make that whole other species.

There was no fading into the background here. There wasn’t even a background to fade into. All there was was you and the other person. A person you were expected to carry half of the conversation with. When put on the spot like that with someone I barely knew, forget having a back-and-forth dialogue like a normal and well-adjusted friggin’ adult, I was lucky if I got anything out of my mouth more sophisticated than “uh” or “um.” Then there were the awkward silences where I’d frantically try to come up with something, anything to say only to have my useless lump of a brain play possum and draw a total blank. I died a thousand and one deaths in those damn silences.

And okay, sure, this was Lea we were talking about. An individual who by now I’d shockingly, and on more than one occasion no less, made reasonably successful small talk with. But a few minutes of a lunch break here or some brief, friendly banter while I was taking his order as my customer there was completely different than now finding myself alone with him in a booth at some random pub on a Friday night.

And besides, it was Lea. Lea, who I’d seen shirtless and slathered in ice cream. Lea, whose lips my lips had thrown themselves at within the first five minutes of meeting him. Lea, who-

Damn it, brain, really? Was now really the best time to be playing the highlight reel of Elsa’s Greatest Embarrassing Hits?

Needless to say?

Was.

Terrified.

Anna Fryse, if you could please report to the table in the back right corner, your older sister is waiting for you and is in desperate need of someone to hide behind right about now.

Also, Anna, if you were ever planning on developing the ability to psychically read thoughts, particularly mine, now would be the time to do it.

...of course, for her to hear that message, she’d need to already be psychic.

And if she was, that meant she was ignoring me.

Which she totally would do.

Brat.

Checking back into reality momentarily, it was in this second that it came to my attention that I was staring at Lea without realizing it. Well now I realized it. Particularly because he was looking back at me with a smile. My heart flatlined, my face paled and my eyes darted away.

Oh god, I had been staring. Did he know I’d been staring? ...of course he did, Elsa you dope! That’s generally what two people do when they're sitting together at a table talking.

Talking. Right. That was a thing I should be doing.

Alright, brain, I know you’re doing your best impersonation of the sound of a mime convention in there right now, but I’m going to need you to work with me here. Think of a word. Any word. Just something to get the conversation rolling. Oh yes. I can feel it. Here it comes. And that word is…

Flamingo.

...seriously, brain? Hadn’t we already said all that there was to say on the subject of flamingos earlier during the little palm notes debacle? Need we bring that back up again? I mean, I do see where you’re coming from - once you ask a man what he does in his flamingo, what else more is there to discuss with him, really? Might as well just-

“Fabracadabra?”

Lea’s voice broke through my thoughts, drawing my eyes back to him.

Wow. Now that was a really good word.

Way better than my lame word. Pssh, flamingo? What was that even about?

Wait… his word was also the name of another one of our ice cream flavors.

He took a swig from his ale as he studied me for a second, cocking his head before at last shaking it. “Nope. Too fruity sweet. You’re the type o’ gal who likes something with a lil more...” he clicked his teeth together with a smirk, “...bite to it.”

I blinked, some of my tension relaxing. Then my lips were doing something strange. Was it that crazy thing all the kids were doing nowadays, what’s it called? I believe the term was… grinning? “You’re… still trying to guess which one is my favorite?”

“Just you wait and see,” he scooched around the booth to sit closer to me, sliding the Ifrit bottle along the table with him, “I’m gonna get it. Mark my word.”

Turning my head slightly, I gave him some side-eye. “...you seem pretty sure of yourself.”

“With good reason! I’m twelve-and-oh, baby. Haven’t been wrong yet. Trust me, your top pick off the Ice Palace menu is as good as called.”

“Who ever said it was an Ice Palace signature flavor?”

His head rocked back at that, then he narrowed his eyes, “You play dirty.”

I hid a smile behind my fingers. “Want a hint?”

“Nah,” he leaned back, propping his elbows on the high back rim of the booth and stretching his long legs out under the table, crossed at the ankles. “Hints are for game show contestants and lame-os who lack self-confidence.”

“And you certainly have no shortage of confidence.”

He beamed, closing his eyes. “Nope! Who has two thumbs and is one cocky ass mofo?” Said two thumbs pointed at himself. “This guy.”

A soft snort escaped me and I shook my head. “No doubt about that,” I murmured as I looked away.

You know what? Maybe this wasn’t going to be so bad afterall. Actually, it was turning out kind of... nice.

My gaze settled on Anna and Kristoff out there. It was all the poor boy could do to keep up with my sister on the dance floor. She even tossed him out into a spin at one point, much to his surprise if the face he made was any clue. But he seemed to be coming around to the whole experience. It even looked like he might be, dare I say it, having fun. They both did. Watching the two of them had me feeling an upward tug at one corner of my lips.

“So how ‘bout it?” I heard Lea ask.

I looked back at him, quirking an eyebrow. “How about what?”

His eyes crinkled as he nodded towards an open spot out in the middle of the pub. “Wanna dance?”

Cue sound of shattering glass.

“Ack! My drink!” Rayne yelped from the booth behind me. “Sorry, I’ll pay to replace the cup!”

As for me? I’d choked. On what? My heart launching itself up into my throat would be my guess.

“W-with you?” my mouth blurted out without consulting me first.

“No, with Grand High King Fuddy-Duddy over there sporting the scar,” he tapped a finger to the bridge of his nose, rolling his eyes. “Yeah, with me.”

Why? Why would he ask-? What could he possibly be- Oh! Oh I get it now! He was just being nice! Yeah, that had to be it. He just wanted to make sure I had fun tonight. That I felt included. He was being a good friend. He really was a very sweet guy.

But me? Dance with Lea? Me? Who cowered and fled at the first sign of any form of human contact? Nope. Couldn’t do it. Quite simply no way, no how. Dancing with Lea meant I’d have to get close to him. That I’d have to touch him. Er… not to say that there was anything wrong with touching him! I mean, it actually might be quite pleasant to-

Wait, what?

Uh… let’s just put a pin in that wayward thought there and come back to it later, like say, oh I don’t know… never. In the meantime, Lea was still waiting on my answer.

I opened my mouth to give it.

All that came out was a squeak.

...let’s try that again, shall we?

Clearing my throat and snatching a wisp of my hair to tangle around my fingers, I at last got out a hasty, “No, I don’t think so.”

Was that harsh? It sounded harsh. Ugh, this is why I don’t do people!

He tsked and sighed. “It’s cuz I’m ugly, isn’t it?”

“What?!” I blanched before quickly shaking my head. “No! No, no, no! That’s not it! Not because you’re ugly! I mean, you’re not! Ugly, that is! Not at all! Far from it, you’re very-” I slapped both hands over my mouth, face roasting.

Shut up. Shut up right now.

I watched him bend forward, planting one elbow on the table and chin in his palm as he now eyed me with a wide, cheshire grin. “Do go on, I’m all ears. I’m very…?”

Oh this smug, son of a…

My eyelids drooped and I lowered my hands. “...very manipulative in fishing for compliments.”

“Guilty,” he snerked, leaning back once more and slouching a bit into the cushions. His grin twitched wider, “So, that’s a hard no then?”

I couldn’t help a tiny smile of my own. “Sorry. I... just don’t dance.”

“No worries. Figured you might say something like that. But couldn’t pass up the chance to ask either,” he winked, taking another sip of his drink. Then he paused, pursing his lips to one side and rubbing the nape of his neck. “...so what is your story anyway?”

Brow furrowing, I asked, “My story?”

He struck up a finger, “You’re twenty-two. Fresh outta college. Guessing Ivy League no less just by the look of you, but total shot in the dark there. And you just got your first job… in a mall food court. Which, ya know, absolutely nothing wrong with that, but it’s the type of gig that only teens, university students, and college dropouts go for. Take it from me, a dropout twice over now, but back at it again for round three hoping it sticks this time,” up the hand went again, now with index and middle digits crossed.

“Why didn’t it the first couple times?” my head tipped to one side.

Who, me? Trying to take focus off myself? Deflecting? Psssh, I would never!

He splayed a hand out over his chest, “Believe it or not, I wasn’t always the well-adjusted, level-headed and responsible individual that you see before you today.”

“Really?” I snorted, squinting at him. “Is that what I’m seeing before me? I hadn’t realized.”

“Shush, you. Trust me, six, seven years ago? I was a real punkass troublemaker. The kind of boy you don’t bring home to your parents, all about the sex, drugs and rock-n-roll scene, ya know? That whole college thing sounded lame to me, but all my friends were doing it, so figured hell,” he shrugged, “why not give it a shot? But me and college didn’t really play well together. I didn’t take it seriously, not really. So eventually decided it wasn’t for me and kicked it to the curb. Few years later? Thought myself older, wiser, ready to give the big ol’ four years and a diploma deal a second chance. But I was just fooling myself, I hadn’t changed one bit. Wasn’t long before we were parting ways once again.”

I folded my arms on the table, “So what’s changed? Why is try number three going to be different?”

Lea frowned up at the ceiling. “I guess you just hit a point in your life when you realize you don’t want to be slinging pizza dough at minimum wage forever. Even a screwup like me’s got dreams. Nothing too fancy... just maybe something like owning and operating my own place. Maybe a lil ice cream parlour by the beach, a real mom and pop kind of store.

“Ah, it’s silly,” he chuckled, shaking his head, “but either way, I know jackshit about running a business. And that’s why I’m back to hitting those books once again and this time I’m doing my damnedest to hammer some knowledge into this thick skull of mine,” he pointed to his temple. “I’ve really buckled down and, uh…” his eyes darted away, “...shall we say, kicked some old habits.”

“You sound like you really want to make it work this time.” I propped one elbow next to the Shiva, leaning my cheek into my hand. “I haven’t known you that long, but based on what I do know about you, I’m guessing there isn’t much you can’t do once you’ve really set your mind to it.”

“Thanks!” he laughed. Then his smile turned a shade wry, “Don’t think I didn’t notice you trying to change the subject on me.”

...fudge.

He went on, “You got my story, now I’d love to hear yours.”

“I told you already,” I frowned, my hands reaching for a napkin to start twisting between them. “My, er… my major didn’t work out. This job… it’s temporary and-”

Lea cut me off with a wave of his hand, “Yeah, yeah, I know what ya said. I’m more interested in what wasn’t said.”

I grimaced, my fingers strangling the poor paper napkin harder. “It’s… a long story.”

“I got time. Loads of it. Only if you want to talk about it though. No pressure, it just looks like you need it.”

Did I? What was that supposed to mean anyway? “...It’s kind of personal. I’m not even sure if it’s something I really should be talking about.”

His forehead wrinkled. “What, like it’s a secret?” Then his face brightened. “I love a good secret! Okay, how about this. Let’s do a trade. I’ll give you one of my secrets, you give me one of yours. Could be anything, big or small, just whatever you want.”

I blinked at him.

Apparently, he took that as a yes, for now he was hunching forward, bringing his face closer to mine and whispering, “So here’s one that only one other person knows and only cuz he’s known me since he and I were in diapers. Not even the kiddos are in on it. Okay, so, my first name?” He gave one more quick glance around to make sure the coast was clear before lowering his voice even further, “Not actually Lea.”

My eyebrows knit together. “It’s not?”

“Nope,” he shook his head. “Middle name. Go by it cuz I hate my first name.”

“Which is?”

His face pinched. “Axel.”

“...Axel,” I repeated flatly, one eyebrow arching.

“Yup. Apparently, my folks were total diehards for Guns n’ Roses. But the real kicker? The couple o’ useless junkies that gave me life were apparently too high off whatever drug o’ the week they were on to even make sure the name was spelled right on the birth certificate. So instead of having a rockstar singer for a namesake, I’m named after a goddamn skateboard trick all thanks to one stupid E that wasn’t s’posed to be there,” he grumbled, throwing himself back into his seat and slumping down, crossing his arms.

I just stared at him for a second, silence stretching. Then I spluttered and burst out in laughter, trying to smother it behind my hands.

“Wow, rude much?” he deadpanned.

“I’m sorry, I really am! It’s just, with the name and that whole story and your pout…” Oh gosh, that pout! I thought he was supposed to be twenty-five, not five. Still giggling but sobering somewhat, I continued, “I just couldn’t help myself. I really am sorry though, I know I shouldn’t have found it funny.”

“Bah, it’s fine,” he brushed off with a grin. “I’ve had my whole life to get over it and yeah, it’s a lil funny. But now it’s your turn, Missy. Gimme a secret. Anything’ll do. And don’t worry, I’ll be a lot nicer about it than some insensitive clods at the table,” he gave me a pointed look, smirk still in place to show he was only teasing.

Oh. Right. That. I’d almost forgotten. Though technically, I’d never agreed to anything. Then again, he did just kind of bare his soul to me. And I did just kind of ridicule him when he did. So maybe… in a way, I sort of owed it to him?

“I…” My voice wavered as I hesitated, hands mangling the napkin again. I gnawed my lower lip, looking down, hearing the thudding in my ribcage get louder. Finally, I squeezed my eyes shut and opened my mouth, not fully sure what was going to come out. “My parents… have no idea where I am right now. They haven’t for a while.”

His eyes widened slightly at that. Whatever he’d be expecting, apparently it hadn’t been that.

Hey, same boat here, buddy.

“Oh… I see,” was all he said at first, taking another slow pull from his drink now as he turned this new little tidbit over in his head.

And that wasn’t even the half of it. I hadn’t mentioned the type of family I was from. Or that’d I’d been in a relationship, no, engaged with a fiancé. Or that’d I’d left him at the altar on my wedding day. Or that when I had, I’d made the split second decision to abandon the only existence I’d ever known and was now stumbling through life with absolutely zero clue as to what the frick I was actually doing.

...yeah, that would have been a lot. Perhaps a bit too much for sharing time. I think I’d made the right call with dropping only this one tiny piece of the puzzle. At least for now. And who knows? He seemed pretty perceptive, maybe it’d be enough for him to read between the lines and answer some of his questions about me. Then again, maybe not.

At last he leaned forwarded onto his elbows, one arm tucked behind the other, and said, “Alright, I’m gonna take a crack at this and you can let me know if I’m right. Or not. You don’t even have to say jackshit, you can just let me blather on like the big lunkhead that I am who likes the sound of his own voice too much, which I’m used to so no worries, totally your call.” He paused, steepling his fingers to his lips as he seemingly gathered his thoughts. Then, “Up ‘til now, I’m guessing you’ve probably led a pretty sheltered life. One where you were maybe used to having all the decisions made for you. But then, for whatever reason or other, you recently decided to cut the cord. So now you find yourself out in the big, bad world that no one really prepared you for, scrambling to find a foothold, scared shitless and just trying to figure out what the hell to do with yourself, let alone with your future.”

Holy… how on earth did he��?

Swallowing hard, I fiddled with the straw in my cocktail and mumbled, “Wow, you are good. Ever consider becoming one of those windup psychics in a box that spits out fortunes on little cards?”

He snorted. “Sure did, but was too dang tall to fit into the glass case. Too bad, those lil dudes have it made.” Then he tilted his head. “...want some unsolicited advice?”

I shrugged, now absently stirring the blue liquid of my drink. “Sure, why not.”

“Get out there. Explore. Try new things. Right now, I’m guessing your worldview is very small, so you need to expand it. It’s the only way you’ll figure out what to make of your life. Cuz as glamorous as it is, I suspect you’re like me and don’t exactly want to be working the food court all the way up into your golden years.”

Now I looked up at him, a crease forming between my eyebrows. “...are you telling me to get out of my comfort zone?”

Lea chuckled, scratching his cheek, “Sure, I guess that’d be one of way of putting it.”

“That’s actually something I’ve been hearing a lot lately,” I sighed, sinking further down into my seat. Sure, it sounded good in theory. But in practice? Easier said than done. “...any suggestions on where to start?”

He gave a low hum, rubbing a curled knuckle to his chin. Then his eyes lit up and he snapped his fingers. “Got just the thing! Be back in a jiff!” Then he sprung up to his feet, one hand on top the table to catapult himself over it and out the booth. As soon as his shoes hit the floor, he raced off, disappearing into the bar crowd.

...okay?

Should I be afraid? Yes, I think I should be afraid. Very, very afraid.

My eyes squinted, scanning the crush of soberly-challenged people out there, searching for that distinctive fiery head of hair. Should have been easy given Lea was a living embodiment of Mount Fuji, but even so, I was having trouble spotting him.

A sudden blur darted out of the throng and landed hard on the cushion beside me, crashing into my side and distracting me from my hunt.

Said blur was Anna. Surprise, surprise.

“Whew!” she puffed out happily, sweating and fanning herself with one hand while the other crammed fries into her mouth. “That boy… Kristoff, was it? Man oh man, would he be in trouble if I didn’t already have a boyfriend!”

Both eyebrows shot up my forehead. “Boyfriend?” That was news to me. “Since when?”

She froze mid-bite, shoulders stiffening and eyes going round. Then she snatched up her drink, slurping it down as her eyes shifted rapidly about. Then with a loud gulp, she at last let out a weak laugh, “It, uh… it’s new! Yeah, we… met… at the wedding! Sorry I didn’t tell you, I just didn’t want to say anything because I, er… felt bad! With, ya know, your love life all in the toilet and the bombed engagement and whatnot, so… heh…”

“Oh,” I averted my gaze with a tiny frown. At the wedding, huh? Was it someone from his side of the family? Or maybe a friend of his? Regardless, it didn’t really matter I supposed. I directed a soft smile her way, “I’m fine, really. There was no need for you to hold back. You know you can always tell me anything.”

“I know that!” she laughed, flicking one hand dismissively. “But please, it’s me. I have a new beau like every other week, so it’s hardly anything to stop the presses over! No, the real scoop here is what’s the deal with you and Lea? I wanna know everything!”

“Lea?” I creased my brow, making another quick visual sweep for the guy in question. Still no dice, but I did see Yuffie across the way playing a game of Darts with Meg and Terra. Though… could it still really be called Darts when the projectiles being used were more of those little ninja stars? Either way, it came as little to no shock when next a scowling Leon could be glimpsed making a beeline for the trio. “What about Lea?”

“Don’t play coy! I saw you two getting all cozy-like in this booth here all by yourselves just a minute ago!” her eyebrows waggled.

I scoffed. “There was nothing cozy about it. We were just talking.”

“And smiling. Like, a lot.”

“So? People smile when they talk.”

Anna rolled her eyes. “Yeah, people. You don’t. Except for with me and Ray-Ray. Plus,” and here she got in my face, jabbed a finger into my collarbone and paused with all the drama of Sherlock Holmes about to reveal the key piece of evidence at the climax of an epic murder mystery. “...you laughed.”

Eyelids drooping, I grumbled, “I laugh all the time.”

“Nu-uh! And not like this, you don’t! Gawd, it’s been… I don’t even know how long since I heard a noise like that out of you. You can’t fool me, there’s definitely something between you two. A… a spark!”

A half groan, half huff escaped me. Anna was always like this. She’d binged one too many romantic comedies in her as of yet short existence on this earth. I’d been considering telling her about the Kissident, but now? Bad idea. Like, in all the history of bad ideas, it would just be the absolute worst. She’d have a field day with that one. Better to keep it on the hush-hush for the time being. “There is no spark! There’s not even a… a flicker! Or a glimmer! Or a glint! Not even a fizzle, okay? We’re just friends. Besides, I just broke up with a fiancé not even a month ago, so alleged sparks are the furthest thing from my mind, understand?

“Methinks the lady doth protest too much,” she slyly brought the Golden Chocobo back up to her lips.

Eyes narrowing dangerously, I cracked my knuckles, “Methinks if the little sister doth enjoy breathing, she’ll knoweth when to zip it.”

“Methinks the little sister is zipping it forthwith!” Anna chirped with a two finger salute. There was a lull as she plucked another fry to give it a nibble. Then, “Sis, can I just tell you how amazing this is?”

My head dipped to one side. “What is?”

“This!” Her arms spread out wide before bringing both hands in to gesture at me, “You! Being out in the real world! Making it on your own! Meeting new people! Having a job! All of it! You’re different! It’s a good different! And this is just the start too, I can already see it, you’re gonna do great things. I’m so proud of you,” she cooed, pinching my cheek.

I swat her hand away, “Great things? Please, Anna… I scoop ice cream at a mall.”

“Yeah, for now! But that alone was a huge step for you. I mean, c’mon, if someone had told you a year ago that you’d be out from under Mom and Dad’s tyrannical thumbs and doing the whole independent thing, you’d probably would’ve just thought that person was spouting crazy talk.”

“I suppose that’s true,” I murmured, feeling the hint of a grin pulling at one side of my mouth. “I guess… I never knew what I was really capable of.”

“Well, now you’ve had just the kick in the rear you needed to find out!” Her smirk then slowly faded into a tiny grimace. “Listen… I’m so sorry about what happened. If I’d known how unhappy you were, I never would’ve let you get all the way up to the day of wedding bells before-”

“No, it’s okay. You don’t have to apologize,” I shook my head, putting my hand on top of hers. “It wasn’t your job to save me, it was mine. I just… should have done something about it sooner. Then maybe things wouldn’t be the disaster zone I imagine they are now back at home,” I puffed out a heavy sigh.

Anna laughed, “You got that right! Mom and Dad? Still hella pissed! So any thoughts on when you’re gonna talk to them?” I winced, looking away. She hastily tacked on, “No rush or anything! And you don’t have to worry about me spilling the beans to them either about where you’re laying low! Take all the time you need. I just think-”

“Sorry to interrupt ladies!” We both jumped slightly in our seats as Lea made a sudden reappearance, skidding to a stop beside our table, eyes bright and ear-to-ear grin splitting his face in two. “But I’m gonna need to borrow El here for a minute!”

“Of course!” Anna giggled, standing up from the booth to clear a path out for me. “She’s all yours!”

Um… excuse me?

Don’t I get a say in this?

“Thank you!” he singsonged before snatching my hands in his and yanking me up out of the booth and onto my feet. “Come on, we’re up next!”

Up? Up where?

He started to turn but stopped, tapping a finger to his pursed lips. Then the smile was back with a vengeance as he picked up the Shiva and shoved it into my hand. “Lil liquid courage never hurt!” he gave a firm nod before taking my other hand in his once again and sprinting off, me doing my best not to spill the drink as I stumbled and tripped after him.

I had a bad feeling about this.

“Where are we going?” I called out as we weaved a path through the crush of people, ignoring the soft, weird buzz I was feeling where my fingers were interlaced with his.

Not breaking stride, he turned his head just enough to glance at me out of the corner of his gaze, eyes crinkled. “You’ll see.”

My bad feeling now had an added side of gut-wrenching dread thrown in on the house.

Particularly because I was pretty sure we were heading straight for the-

“Next up on the karaoke stage,” a female voice suddenly rang out over the speakers high above while the music coming from the jukebox faded away, “we have Elsa and Lea here to sing a duet for us! Please welcome them with a round of applause, everyone!”

The room erupted in cheers and clapping as we at last broke out of the dense crowd to find ourselves directly in front of the stage.

Aka my worst nightmare.

Well… at least at the moment.

My nightmares had a tendency to pass around the highly coveted and sought after “Worst” title, depending on which one was most pressing at any given second of the day.

There wasn’t that much to it. The stage was made of dark, polished hardwood with maroon, heavy velvet curtains hanging behind it to decorate the back wall. There were a couple of stands for the cordless mics accompanied by a lone barstool between them. And of course, the karaoke machine itself, front and center with a large screen on top of it for displaying the lyrics. As a whole, it was almost deceptively innocent looking in its simplicity.

But I knew better.

I’m on to you, you miniature torture chamber cleverly disguised as fun for the whole family.

“Surprise!” Lea beamed down at me. Then another tug at my arm and I was staggering to keep up once more as he brought me around to one side of the stage and up its stairs. I tried to put on the brakes, but my legs had turned to jelly, rendering them useless. Instead, it was all I could to stammer and splutter as he chipperly explained, “So as far as available songs go, it was slim pickings when it came to duets, nothing but cheesy love songs. But I think I picked the best one of the bunch, super energetic, should be loads of fun and-”

“No!” I at last managed to get out, jerking my hand free, whirling on my heel and marching back down those steps at warp speed.

He was quick to follow, grab me by my shoulders, spin me back around and guide me up again, still with that stupid grin in place. “Aw, c’mon! You asked me for ideas on new things for you to try! So here you go!”

“Who says I haven’t done this before?” I hissed, feet now scraping across the stage as he slid me along it.

Lea snerked through his nose. “I took a wild guess.”

“That was awfully presumptuous of you.”

“So what, you telling me you’ve sung karaoke?”

“No, but that doesn’t make you any less presumptuous!”

We came to a stop now next to the mics. He stepped in front of me and bent down to my eye level, his hands still firmly gripping my upper arms to keep me from bolting. “Come on, El! Do it for me! As a favor to a friend!”

I shot him a deadpan look. “Fun fact: we’re no longer friends.”

“Since when?”

“Since ten seconds ago when you dragged me up here against my will.”

“Pfft, you don’t mean that,” he finally released me, ruffling my bangs and rolling his eyes before stepping over to the mics, unblocking my field of vision. That’s when I saw it.

All.

Those.

People.

Watching. Murmuring. Waiting. I’d already known the bar was packed, but now, up here, sensing every single last one of those eyes on me, the place seemed to be all but bursting. There were just… just so many! I-

Wait, was the crowd shrinking? And not as is thinning out, but were the people actually getting... smaller?

“Oof!” I wheezed out a surprised grunt as my back collided with something.

Oh.

That’d explain it.

Apparently without me even realizing it, my feet had taken it upon themselves to back me away from the edge of the stage, away from the people and straight into the curtained wall behind me. My hand started groping about, looking for the edge of said curtain, latching on when I found it and sweeping it out for me to hide behind. Everything went dark.

I am stealth.

A ghost.

A ninja.

Sneakiness personified.

Unseeable, unknowable, and-

The curtain whipped away and I winced as light returned, revealing Lea standing before me. He laughed, “There you are!”

I squeaked, grabbed the curtains and yanked them in front of me once more.

Now where was I? Ah, that’s right… ahem! Unseeable, un-

The velvet curtain flew to the side once more and Lea hooked his hand in my elbow, pulling me out and back towards the karaoke machine. “Trust me, you’ll be fine! You got nothing to worry about! I’ll be there the whole time, hamming it up and just in general making a big idiot outta myself, so no one's even gonna be looking at you. All you gotta do is stand there and sing your parts when they come up, 'kay? Song’s super short too, so it’ll be over before ya know it!”

My lips parted to tell him exactly where he could take his “super short song” and stick it, but was interrupted by the spotlights suddenly flicking on. One zeroed in on Lea, the other blasted me like a paralyzing ray and I just stood there, eyes wide and unblinking, mouth hanging open and alcoholic beverage still in hand.

Another wave of applause went up for us as Lea tossed me a mic. Frozen stiff, I made no move to catch it, instead just watching it dumbly as it arced up through the air before streaking straight down in front of me to clatter against the stage. He snorted, bent down to pick it up and put it in my free hand, pressing my numb fingers to close around it before he moved to stand in front of the other mic.

My breathing was shallow, my heart was a jackhammer and my feet no longer seemed to work, now just glued to this spot.

Oh god, was this really happening?

That’s when the music started.

Apparently, yes. Yes it was.

The tune was led in by a quirky, rubbery bassline and a playful piano. Wait… I knew this song. Yeah, it was from a musical. The one full of leather jackets, summer lovin’ and grease lightning. Musicals were a good thing. Musicals were a thing I knew. Kind of a guilty pleasure of mine. Used to sing along with them all when I was little. It could actually be considered kind of pathetic, the sheer percentage of my brain that was still to this day crammed full of all the words to famous Broadway hits.

All that said though… it did absolute friggin’ zilch to calm me down.

“I got chills, they’re multiplying,” Lea started off, dipping his mic stand dangerously low and giving it a wide sweep around before straightening back up and removing the mic from the base. He was no Travolta, but his voice actually wasn’t half bad. “And I’m losing control,” he sang on, spinning on one foot once, twice, three times before abruptly stopping to point at me with a smirk, working some hip action. “Cuz the power you’re supplying… it’s electrifying!” His whole body spasmed from head to toe as he fell to his knees then full on faceplanted at my feet, causing me to jolt back a step.

...hamming it up? Please, more like going whole hog! Jeez!

My part was coming up in about five seconds. I could hardly hear the music anymore over the thundering of my heart or the hiss of breath hyperventilating in and out of my nose. That’s when it happened again.

Everyone and everything around me was suddenly in slo-mo.

Man, I really needed to get a handle over my powers of time control!

It was in this uncanny second of my wildly burgeoning mutant ability (ha, if only) that I spotted them. Rayne and Anna, in the front row of the crowd with big smiles to root me on. As I locked eyes with one then the other, my sister gave me an excited nod of encouragement while my roommate was mouthing something to me. Couldn’t be sure, but it looked suspiciously like the words ‘comfort zone.’

Then I looked down at my hand holding the Shiva.

...liquid courage, huh?

...fine. Let’s do this.

Nostrils flaring, I raised the drink to my mouth, knocking back several gulps before slamming the glass down on top of the barstool. Still shaking, I jerked the mic up to my lips, knuckles white around the handle. Like a dam bursting, the words started flooding out before I could even think them. “You better shape up,” oh gosh, was that a quiver I heard in my voice? My free hand down by my hip clenched tightly. “Cuz I need a man, and my heart is set on you.”

Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Lea still flat on the floor but now propped up on his elbows and gawking at me. I looked away, heat flooding my face. Come on now, I know it’d been a while since I last sang so I was rusty, but I couldn’t be that bad. Stubbornness flaring, I took a deep breath and continued, words stronger now, “You better shape up! You better understand to my heart I must be true…”

“Nothing left, nothing left for me to do,” Lea came back in with a fierce grin as he scrambled up onto his feet. “You’re the one that I want!” we both sang the chorus as he landed to my right, doing the iconic dance from the scene in the movie, with a thumb hooked in the waist of his pants and swinging his hips to and fro. “Oo-oo-oo, honey, the one that I want!” In a shuffling side-gallop, he passed by in front of me to my other side and repeated the move. “Oo-oo-oo, honey, the one that I want!” Again with the side-gallop, this time behind me, and again with the little jig. I was biting back a smile. Well, at least he was true to his word… he really was making a big idiot out of himself. It was getting harder to stay mad at him. Harder… but not impossible. “Oo-oo-oo, the one I need, oh yes indeed!”

Lea now moved several steps over to his side of the stage, giving me room as the song shifted in preparation for the second verse that I was going to be starting off. I tensed, spine ramrod straight as I recalled what the next lines out of my mouth were going to be. Feeling my blush creeping all the way down to my toes, I wrung the mic in both my hands now as I stiffly brought it back up and squeezed my eyes shut. “If you’re feeling affection,” I wasn’t here, I wasn’t me, “you’re too shy to convey.” No, I was Olivia Newton-John at the school carnival, oozing confidence in a smoking, skin-tight outfit showing off her killer bod. “Meditate in my direction.” Oof, the next part. How did Olivia pull off that breathy purr? Maybe something like, “Feel your way.”

Harsh feedback screeched through the speakers, making my eyes snap back open. Apparently it had come from Lea’s mic, which he was clumsily fumbling to keep from dropping it. Now having it firmly back in grip, he brought it back up in time to croak out, “I better shape up!” He cleared his throat, banging a fist to his chest and now looking a little red in the face. I guess all that prancing around must have been catching up to him. “Cuz you need a man…”

“I need a man who can keep me satisfied,” I sang back, quirking an eyebrow at him.

Whatever his malfunction had been, he was now bouncing back, face brightening as he ran into a knee-slide, stretching a hand up towards me, “I better shape up if I’m gonna prove-”

“You better prove,” I rolled my eyes and shook my head at his antics, “that my faith is justified.”

“Are you sure?” he asked, hopping back up before my voice joined with his, “Yes, I’m sure deep down inside! You’re the one that I want!” The chorus started again and Lea grabbed my hand, catching me off guard and twirling me into a spin. “Oo-oo-oo, honey, the one that I want!” Now he pulled me up against him, flashing me a cheeky grin as one hand wrapped around my waist and the other took hold of mine, mic sandwiched between them. “Oo-oo-oo, honey, the one that I want!” Unable to resist any longer, a laugh bubbled out of me as he swept us around in circles in time with the upbeat music, bringing his mic up between our lips whenever we needed to sing the next line. “Oo-oo-oo, the one I need, oh yes indeed!”

The chorus repeated a couple more times, Lea continuing to dance us about the stage the whole time. Once when I was able to catch a glimpse out into the audience, I even spotted Rayne and Anna busting a move themselves on top of one of the tables, Riku on the ground frantically gesturing for his wife to get down. When the song finally started to fade, the room erupted in applause and whistles. Lea released my waist, but didn’t let go of my hand, instead tugging me towards the edge of the stage. There he raised my arm up high before he bent into a flourishing bow for the adoring fans, pulling me down into one as well. As we both straightened back up, a smile tugged at my lips and I breathed a sigh of relief as my heart rate finally began to calm down.

I’d done it. I’d actually sung in front of all those people and lived to tell the tale. And oddly, I was even... almost kind of giddy about it? It couldn’t be that I’d actually enjoyed that? No. No way. That was just the adrenaline talking as it still coursed through my body which was finally getting to relax now that the danger had passed. I was just happy it was over with! Yeah, that’s all it was. It had to be.

As the bar quieted down once more, Lea returned the mics to their holders before jumping down off the front of the stage and pivoting around to smirk up at me, “Damn, El, why didn’t you tell me you were packing a gorgeous set o’ pipes on you?”

There that blush was again, creeping back up my neck. I gave a soft harrumph, “Stop, I do n-”

I was startled into silence as he picked me up by the waist, my hands hastily going to his shoulders as he lowered me down off the stage and deposited me on the floor beside him.

Okay… so that happened.

“I’m serious!” he pulled his hands back, planting them on his own hips as he hunched forward slightly. “You’re trying to figure out what to do with your life, right? Well, I think we hit a ringer here! Ever consider being a singer?”

I turned my back on him with a snort and walked away, heading towards our booth. “Oh, sure. I’ll just have to hire professional wranglers to drag me kicking and screaming up to the mic for every performance.”

“Oh, c’mon, it wasn’t that bad, was it?” he caught up and fell into step beside me. “You had fun and really got into it, I could tell!”

Only because Lea had been distracting me the whole time. “It doesn’t matter either way, only fools try to make a career out of singing. Do you know how hard it is for most people to make it big in the music industry?”

“Yeah, but most people don’t have a voice like yours.”

I groaned, “Please, can we just drop it?”

“Fine, fine, dropping it,” he raised his hands in surrender. Then, “So… are we friends again?”

I side-eyed him, wrinkling my nose. “...probationally.”

One corner of his mouth twitched upward and he slipped his hands into his pockets. “I’ll take it! And hey, at least something good came outta our lil musical adventure.”

I gave him a questioning look, to which he grinned wider.

“I got to dance with you after all.”

Author's Note: For those who don't know it, the song they sang is called "You're the One That I Want" from the musical "Grease" - a rather problematic musical at that (as I discovered from rewatching the movie while writing this chapter after not having seen the movie in over a decade) but I still love this song and you can pry it from my cold, dead hands xD Also I may or may not have watched 50 (thousand) youtube videos of couples singing this song at karaoke for IMPORTANT RESEARCH reasons before writing up this chapter. I must say, just simply writing the karaoke scene felt almost as mortifying as if I'd actually had to go up on stage and physically sing the damn song myself! I don't normally write songs lyric for lyric in my stories, but I just figured with what an anxious bundle of nerves Elsa is in this story, it was kind of important not to just gloss over and hand-wavy the karaoke. So yeah, I don't usually write singing scenes, but hopefully this one turned out halfway okay? Anyhoo, on another note, Elsa is a lot better at this whole holding-a-conversation thing than she gives herself credit for… once she gets over her crippling anxiety at the very idea of stringing more than two words together! And lastly, I found a way to give Lea both his names in this fic, woooooooo!

Next chapter, this thrilling night out continues! What further adventures in Friday night drinks await our hermit heroine? Is a career in singing ACTUALLY on the table for consideration or will it forever remain a pipe dream? Will Elsa ever perfect her ninja skills, which seriously leave something to be desired currently? Stay tuned!

Thanks for reading, I super duper appreciate it! And an extra BIG thank you to those of you hit that like button last chapter, seeing that always brings the biggest, goofiest smile to my face!

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snkcrackpolls · 6 years ago

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SnK Crack Poll Results [Ch. 110]

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WHATS GOOD GUYS WE GOT A COUPLE HOURS TILL SPOILERS SO LET’S GO OVER THE POLL RESULTS. THANKS TO THE 297 OF YOU THAT CHOSE TO WASTE YOUR TIME ON THIS!

As it should be, Eren’s lack of a shirt managed to beat the rest with 72 votes, snagging that epic victory royale.

Okay this one is a basic question so I don’t really need to talk about this I assume. cool? cool.

The only pledge everyone agrees to stand up for has won with 121 votes.

"CAN SOMEONE PLEASE GIVE EREN A SHIRT AND SHOES, THANKS"

That seagull meme

Sans undertale

BOI IF YOU DONT GET-

Dang Dave, I gotta admit. Having no nose is kinda hot.

A roasting session seems to be what people are headed towards. Who knows? Maybe Eren and Floch will get involved next chapter.

Zeke’s Bigass tree forest Great Escape

who said they will talk ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Zeke will reveal his original plan for getting captured was so he could play Pokemon Go on Paradis

Zeke will tell more lies and half- truths and shit and it will be up to the fandom to decipher what percentage is shit

Yelena’s height seems to be compensating for her lack of grabbing skills.

Not Armin

Certainly not floch

You, op

n-no its not. no its not

She's a 'Liar'. Ha! Get it! Because its...the name.....of the chapter........get it?

thanks for getting the joke guys.

It was a close tie between whether or not Eren wants to look cool or is sleeping in a destroyed house.

They're going to start an emo band.

Bc it reflects well their mental state

#edgelords

yep, I love this completely unedited image of the love Yelena gives everyone. so pure. so loving.

They were so blessed they couldn't handle it and died

Me next please

Honestly I just kinda want to try whatever Levi would give me if I asked him for pig p*ss? is that weird? probably.

( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Yeah I don’t really see a difference between them. Guess the crystal really is like cryogenics.

Wait... This isn't how I remember this panel...

It's not the nose which got bigger, it's her face who shrinked

knowbody nose for sure.

bikuuen

Sounds like something off from Bakugan.

it is an Armin thing you probably wouldnt understand

Okay Time To Get Serious, Let’s Offer Respect For The Beautiful Fallen.

R.I.P Zackely. You truly were the greatest artist of our generation. May you feed people their own shit in heaven, you funky lil psychopath.

Goodbye Darius Zackley. 10/10 would yeet out of a building again.

Shit really hit the fan there lmao rip

Dear Zackley-sensei. We promise to you that we will keep your legacy by recreating the art you have taugh us, the SNK fandom. Our shrine will be you legacy. Rest in piece soldier.

My dear Zackley, I loved nearly as much as I love Zeke. You deserved so much more time with your beloved art, but I hope Kiyomi will take care of shitmachine to the best of her abilities. Floch did that from his undying love for you, my dear. I hope Isayama will give us proper memorial just like he did after serum bowl.

Bip bip letuce

Shirts and Shoes don’t matter to a god like Ellen Yeger. 10000/1 would let him eat food again. Still wondering why he doesn’t eat the chocolate bars he has for abs.

I would put some of the other comments here, but most of them aren’t suitable around a 75ft radius from children.

Zackley and His Custom Chair appeared to be the shining stars of this chapter, going out in a blaze of glory.

Armin/Mikasa

Armin/Crystal

Armin/Hitch

Eren/Sh*tmachine

Any Additional Thoughts On This Chapter?

I'm mourning the lack of Jean and Connie.

Without the shit machine I think we can safely say all hope for Eldia is gone. A strong nation defines itself not by military might, but by its contribution to art.

I do apologise but my last brain cells and ovaries were obliterated by half naked Eren...again...

Disappointed. I wanted to see my horse-face love, but he didn't even appear once.

WHEN FLOCH WILL BE ON A COVER? I NEED TO KNOW IF HE'S GINGER IN THE MANGOO!!

Eren grows 2 abdominal packs every 20 chapters

Poor mikasa tbh

NOICE

4-Chan, everybody’s favorite website

Any Predictions For ONLY The Next Chapter?

Jean and Connie will do something relevant.

Someone will transform into a Titan and people will die. Back to basics y'know?

Floch and Eren bonding! I hope Gabi and Falco show up too, want to see if Nicolo reports them if they go to his restaurant or if they can keep the lie going, my sweet baby fugitives. Also Eren and Floch will have sex.

Kiyomi abducts Mikasa back to Hizuru.

Eren still won't have a shirt

Eren STILL won't have shoes on

We will go back and see what gabi and falco are doing.

Mikasa gets taken off to the other clan place right after she and armin see agsnty-Eren, chat on the field,more like shoutings and wrens face goes to Titan-ish like before with hange, then dun dun dun, Marley fight, lmao. Also MAYBE we will get jean Connie gabi and Falco

The battle of the orphans vs the dwarf

#attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #snk #snk crack poll results #snk 110

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sofhyuck · 6 years ago

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Terrace House!AU Mark

Genre: fluff, bullet point scenario

Word Count: 1.69k exactly ayyy

A/N please read the introduction before reading!

so same deal with Yuta’s scenario

you found out on the way to the house that ‘holy shit a member of nct 127 is going to be in the house with me wHaT dO I DO

you get to the house and settle in, meeting the other cast members

and it’s getting,,,really late,,,and everyone else is in the house except for nct boi

you and the other members are getting pretty concerned,,,but also really tired so one by one they all go to bed

except for you because you’re not tired yet plus,,,you’re so nervous to see who the member is you’re not sure you’d be able to go to sleep anyways

but it’s running on 2 in the morning and while you don’t have any work tomorrow,,,you know you should go to bed

and just as you’re shuffling past the front door the doorbell rings

you almost tripped and concussed yourself with how fast you ran to open the door

you opened the door to face a very exhausted looking mark lee

and you’re both so high key sleep deprived you can’t even really say anything

he gave you a soft smile and a little ‘hi’ and boi looked so soft and sle e py

so instead of trying to start a conversation you show him to his room and then,,,go to bed

well at least try to bc your heart is racing bc omfg your bias is literally two doors away from you

the next morning you wake up early bc someone is being hella loud in the kitchen

so you rub your eyes and make yourself a little more presentable before shuffling into the kitchen

and there is mark lee and oh no he found the eggs fuck

he looks up and recognizes you fro the night before and he smiles, which you return,,,but then you smell burning and you’re like “sHiT mARk the EggS”

and he doESn’T kNOw wHaT tO DO

so you rush over and grab the pan from him while he just kind of looks at you,,,in awe,,,bc

a) you know his name so are you a fan??? find out next week

and b) you look really cute in your pajamas while trying to salvage the burning frying pan

once you dispose of the disaster egg you turn to him with an exasperated sigh and low key scold him

“you know you can’t make eggs w h y would you d o that???”

but then you realize you just e x pose d yourself as a fan so you shut up real quick

but he just laughs and is like ‘glad to see we have a fan in the house’ while you blush so m u ch

feeling a little bad for scolding him you decide to help teach him how to cook eggs lol and together you make a pretty simple breakfast for the other members

soon enough everyone is awake and sitting at the table praising you guys for your hard work while you and mark just look at each other and silently agree to not talk about the earlier egg catastrophe

the other cast members already knew each other from the day before so now all eyes are on mark

you feel bad for the dude bc he looks a lil uncomfy but he slowly warms up to everyone

every time someone asks about the difficulties of being an idol he just brushes it off like ‘eh I get to do what I love while making people happy so it’s all worth it’

eventually conversation lulls and people begin to clean up and now’s your chance to ask the question you’ve been dying to know the answer to

“ok,,,so like,,,despite being a trainee and an idol forever,,,did you ever have time to watch vines?”

and boy just lights up like ‘hELl YEA’ and you’re so relieved like thank god sm didn’t keep him from witnessing a cultural phenomenon

i’m sorry idk what i’m writing lol

and miraculously boy doesn’t have any practices to go to bc all the units just ended promotions so now they have some time to chill and that’s the only reason he’s even allowed on the show

so the rest of the day goes by watching vine compilations and quoting your faves

you and mark get real close bc you guys are the only ones on the show your age,,,the rest are all in their thirties and like yea that’s not that old but you guys are kids y would you hang out with old people ew gross no offense this is for the purpose of the plot line soz

but then mark’s practices start to stack up again and you’re sad bc a) your closest friend on the show is barely there anymore and b) he left you with all the old people which you’re low key salty about cmon sm :(

but you guys still hang out as much as possible when he’s not at practice and you’re not at work

he tells you about all the shit the dreamies were pulling on kun the poor man and you tell him about funny incidents at work

but behind all the laughter you can see he’s tired but you don’t want to pry, especially since your every move is being recorded

so you try your best to make him happy and smile,,,like real smiles, not the fake ones he gives to other members sometimes

he thinks they can’t tell, but you can

sometimes you even go out to restaurants or even like arcades!

he’s even brought the dreamies a few times but that ended real quick after you almost got a black eye from renjun while playing laser tag don’t ask

so yea now you’re tight with dream (except renjun still feels bad about the laser tag incident)

(also he’s scared mark will skin him alive if he gets within a foot of you, he almost died the night of the incident by mark’s own smol hands)

one night the older guys left for some overnight bonding trip idek they were hella secretive about it you and the announcers are convinced they’re in love with each other but you’re in no place to out them

it’s really late like 3 in the morning but you’ve been struggling to go to sleep bc you’re waiting for mark bc he always tells you goodnight after getting home from practice

you’re just about to fall asleep when you hear the door open and you know it’s mark so you wait,,,but he never comes in

he just shuffles past your door to his room

and you’re really concerned bc he’s been looking extra beat lately and this is just the icing on the cake

so you go to the boy’s room and knock on the door but no response

so you push the door open and don’t see him

assuming he’s in the bathroom you’re about to leave but then you hear sniffling,,,coming from the bathroom

and you’re just like ‘oh hell no my boy is crying’

the bathroom is the only place without cameras so you know he wants privacy

making sure you don’t have your mic with you, you go over to the bathroom door and knock, softly whispering his name

the sniffling stops and you hear him moving around before moving to the door

barely giving him a chance to open it you slip and close the door behind you, making sure the cameras can’t see him

and there he is, tired as hell, eyes red, cheeks puffy

you both look at each other before he starts sobbing

and you immediately pull him into you, holding him and swaying side from side, letting him get it out of his system before talking to him

when he finally calms down you slowly pull away and he won’t look up to meet your eyes,,,he’s a lil embarrassed shy bub

so you lift his head up to meet your eyes and you just softly scold him

“I’m your friend mark,,,you don’t have to be worried about being embarrassed in front i mean,,,I saw your eggs and those were horrible”

cue mark laughing a little and your heart sOaRinG

“you can tell me anything, i know you don’t want to make me worry but I worry more about finding you her like this,,,so please,,,rant to me,,,relieve your stress”

and, well, without cameras and mics, mark goes off

telling you about all the stress he’s accumulated from being in all the units an being one of the faces of the group, always having to be on different programs ad make the group look good

you guys are sitting on the floor, him leaning against you while you rub his back and listen, sometimes interjecting with your own thoughts on sm treat your idols better i stg smh

eventually he slows down and now you’re both sitting on the bathroom floor, about to fall asleep at any moment

you move to face him and he does the same

you’re about to tell him you two should go to bed

but you can’t stop looking at him bc he is so so f t and he just poured his hear out to you

and he can’t stop staring at you bc you always look so beautiful but also you’re so kind to him but also won’t hesitate to roast him

so he just,,,starts to lean in,,,and you do too,,,

and then your lips meet and wo w his lips are so soft he’s thinking the same thing askjdh

when you both pull away you smile at each other, resting your foreheads together

mark stands up, pulling you with him to his bed, and you sleep in each others arms :’)

the next morning the girls wake up to find you missing and are about to call 119 but then they go into the boys room and are just like ajhkhfflsd this is too soft and pure and you guys are now tHe power couple of the show

also renjun is even more terrified he can’t even look at you mark is ScARy poor baby

Masterlist

#me: i only see mark in a platonic way and want to be his friEnD #also me: writes this fluffy ass bullshit bYe #i did this in like an hour also #so #yea not too hot #nct imagine #nct au #nct scenario #mark lee #mark lee imagine #mark lee scenario #mark lee au #mark imagine #mark scenario #mark au

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generousqueen21 · 7 years ago

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Batfamily Hidden Talents (Headcanons)

Bruce:

Bruce’s best-hidden talent would be his knack for staying hidden. But y’all already knew that.

His second hidden talent is trick shots. After years of throwing batarangs and aiming grappling hooks, throwing ping pong balls into red cups is done naturally.

Probably realized that people actually make a living off of the hobby after Dick or Jason showed him Youtube videos on Dude Perfect's channel

Bruce just shrugged and said, "I can do that."

While he doesn't make Youtube videos or a living off of the talent, whenever he's feeling a little bit bored in the Batcave, he'll probably toss a crumpled piece of paper or two across the cave.

When everyone gives him the I'm-shook look, Bruce will most definitely shrug.

Dick

As the first Robin, Dick was under a lot of pressure to know all sorts of trivia on the American Robin.

”Tweet, Tweet, on the street.”

So he ends up just learning about all sorts of birds. Dick probably had an entire book full of facts and pictures about each bird.

Try’s to get one of his brothers to go bird watching with him.

Eventually coaxes Damian by convincing him he’ll take him to the zoo afterwards.

"Hey, that’s an Eastern Goldfinch! Did you know that they eat seeds from dandelions, sunflowers, and -”

“Tt. Shut up, Grayson.”

DAMIAN DID NOT SIGN UP FOR THIS AND WANTS OUT

Also knows just about every bird sound there is

Becomes really excited when he sees an American Robin and try to “chirp” back

Jason

Jason like’s music a lot, but what he really loves is rap music.

For Jason, it’s a great way to let it all out.

Is one of those people who will sing (or rap) at the top of their lungs if they think they are alone.

Turns out Jason is a fantastic freestyle rapper

Once at school, before he was killed, he was challenged to a rap battle by a big jock

Everyone thought that little Jason would get crushed. After all, that was kinda why they had asked Jason of all people.

Jason proved them all wrong and SLAYED - This boy does not take L’s

You need to stop it yeah

You need to quit it yeah

You need to stop it yeah

Yeah you need to quit it yeah

Next time you roast me, make sure it's lowkey

Cause if I ever find out you're gonna be salty

That big jock? He went home and cried that night.

Once, when Jason got really mad at Tim, he just starting hardcore roasting him - rap style.

Tim was so confused, especially when Jason started yelling at him.

“You’re supposed to rap back! It’s a rap battle!”

Everyone is too scared to challenge Jason anyways.

Tim

Everyone knows Tim's addiction to coffee. It's no secret.

What everyone wants to know but too afraid to ask is how far Tim's love of coffee is willing to go,

The answer: Far. Very, very far.

Once Tim really needed to stay up to work on a case. This poor lil bean was already super sleep deprived.

Before he knew it, Tim had drunk 12 cups of coffee straight.

The only way the Batfamily figured it out was because the next morning when everyone woke up, Tim was throwing up in the Bathroom.

Alfred found a bunch of coffee pods littered all over Tim's study and immediately called 911.

Everyone mostly blamed the caffeine poisoning on Tim's lack of sleep instead of stupidity, as this guy is one of the smartest detectives alive.

To this day, Tim still hasn't lived it down. That and the chubby bunny challenge, which is another long story for another day.

Damian

Damian is a very introverted guy, and enjoyed doing things by himself.

He also has major anger management issues.

Drawing and painting help him cope with calming down and getting away from his crazy brothers.

Once Alfred notices Damian’s drawings, he started buying blank canvases and paint brushes for him.

When Damian is having a young day, or just really wants some alone time, he will usually paint a picture of Titus or Batcow.

Damian once even painted Bruce for his birthday. It hangs in Bruce’s office to this day.

Sometimes Damian will allow Bruce to sell his paintings, or put it up on display around the Manor or the Gotham Art Gallery. Otherwise, Damian keeps them in a special room in the Manor that only Alfred and him know about.

#dick grayson x reader #batboys imagine #batfam headcanons #jason todd x reader #jason todd #tim drake x reader #tim drake #damian wayne #damian wayne imagine #dick grayson #bruce wayne x reader #bruce wayne #batboys headcanons #batman fandom #batboys #batfam imagine

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gradientsir · 7 years ago

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Why We Can’t Have Nice Things

((Yes. I do have regrets))

It wasn’t chaos per se, but, with the multitude of bright pastel pigments and equally numerous bodies flitting about -- of course the small being was a little lost.

Plus the park was loud as well, there was no denying that.

Currently the kid was searching for her dear nerd-friend, checking different little groups and other clusters of children gathered around. Jordie had to be here somewhere and -- while her sense of smell was always on point, the smell of paint and other living beings wasn't helping. That kid normally had a distinct mix of shea butter and plastic, but, there were a number of people that had traces of said items on them.

No help.

Still, Forest tried to search for her darker-skinned friend. Couldn't be too hard to spot his scrawny ass seated somewhere with his DS. Or maybe a basket? It was the Day of Thieves after all.

Or Easter. However you look at it, whatever.

At this point she just let her bare feet travel anywhere they pleased, ignoring the stares from parents and the bigger kids alike. It...wasn't easy being two-feet tall or incredibly pale with spots here and there. Or the fact no one wanted to see the snark of the street stepping around on a holiday. It only meant bad things would ensue; it always did.

When the sun danced around the grass at her feet, she became vaguely aware of how nearly deserted the area had become. Forest supposed the other children had gone off to an event of some sort, that weird...hunt-thing they had going on.

Humans were interesting creatures, she'd admit. And yet...where was hers? Jordan was a strange boy but, equally lovable and accepting of others. Somehow he had befriended the hybrid child, leaving behind his former group of pals to show her all that he knew, despite her being in two grades below him and also...three years his senior.

Forest clicked her tongue, irritated he hadn't been found yet. It was past eleven and he was always excited for something better to do than walk around or play pretend. Her nose twitched when a small breeze made its way around her, carrying with it a familiar scent. For at least the twelfth time, but, she might as well humor it.

A bench swam into her view as she continued her measured walk, not in any hurry but curious. Almost anxious. But if she moved quick she may end up surprising whoever it was sitting near. Once she was within three feet of the object in question, she could pick out a single figure dangling their feet and...sniffling? Oh, no. She'd heard that particular sound many times before and, of course, it happened to belong to exactly whom she was looking for. Of course. Because the universe loves yet hates cliches, but...

"Why y'cryin'?" the smaller child heaved herself up onto the seat next to her friend.

He jumped, facing her and rubbing at an eye from under his glasses. Which were slightly bent in their frames.

"H-hey, 'Ana. Did you, uh...jus' get here or--"

"Jordan." the burning stare from her two-toned irises stopped him. He knew her well enough to practically kick himself -- his friend hated formalities and greetings that danced around the point.

"....Ellie sorta...t-took some things."

"What kinda 'things'?"

"What kind y'think?" "Mm."

Ah. He meant the little decorative objects lying around here or there. Either that or perhaps his DS or whatever. Why everyone wanted it was beyond her comprehension, but, again -- humans were interesting creatures.

"I was gonna give one t'you but, well...I figured maybe y-you could help me find s'more." he offered a shaky little grin, but the girl beside him only frowned. Simply glaring at him, yet the glare was not meant for this boy. Rather for the thief as previously mentioned. "Y'know, you got that nose'n'all..."

"Nah uh -- we ain't 'bout that. 'f'it was yours first, we gettin' that back. N'then some." she rose from the bench, hopping down and staring at him expectantly. "Elias' a pain in th'ass, n' I ain't lettin' him get no further t'day. He c'n get his own painted-whatevers, n' anythin' else he took -- boy's askin' f'trouble t'day."

When the other child did not get up, she moved to grab at his sleeves. Forest was in no playing mood today, apparently. Well, in all honesty, the only playing she ever did was with her friend on any mellow day, and sometimes her little brothers rough-housed a bit, but... She wasn't keen on letting this slide. In a way it was admirable, but then Jordie remembered how violent his little friend could get. Two-feet in height wouldn't stop her from trying to fight some poor sap.

So much anger contained within such a small figure.

"C'mon." a scarred hand was offered up. This was not much of a request -- she needed him to go with her. Close friends, and in order to fully be avenged this needed to be a public matter as well. Or just have Jordie be a witness, that too. Increased the fun with lots more eyes and ears, though.

Not much convincing was even needed for the boy, however once standing she released his hand. He was too tall to hold hands with, well, at her height anyway. Didn't stop them from walking side by side towards the center of the park, the place closer to the street than anything but both figures knew parents liked to keep their kids in that area at least.

"...y'ain't gon' hurt anybody, are you?" Jordie piped up after a minute or two. They were almost there and he was a little concerned. Very concerned, actually. "Dunno yet." came the reply. Looking down he could see the neutral expression on his friend's face, but he didn't have to ask to know she was no doubt glaring ahead. Hard to see when she had that beanie on and kept her head down so much.

That was as far as the conversation went, and besides, the smaller girl was half-deaf anyway so with all the noise it wouldn't have made much of a difference whether they spoke or not. Damn but she could practically hear their target, too. Target? Well technically speaking. It was that or call him a thief but all the gremlins running around were thieves.

Said 'thief' clearly hadn't noticed their presence yet, what with joking and making noise with his own squad for now. That was soon to change, not soon enough but, it wouldn't last long.

"Ma-a-n, I may be deaf, but, s'like stupid folk's th'loudest, ain't they?" Forest let her own volume cut into whatever conversation or game they played, much to Jordie's mortification. He would rather they not start a scene but...was asking a lot there. The other boy, and his friends, turned to face the pair. "Oh. Sorry, Ellie, din't see y'there."

The grin was evident in her voice.

"Aww, Spots joined us t'day. Is that...a stripe on your nose or-?"

"Wull, see, my spots is naturally dark. But I s'pose it takes a brown-noser t'know another, don't it? Y'got a lil' somethin' there," she gestured to her own nose.

Funnily enough, Elias discovered he did have some dirt on the tip of his own nose. The laughter of the other older children further confirmed that, bringing a reddish hue to his face. He only frowned and settled for staring down the narrowed eyes and big grin currently displayed by the girl, though.

"If tha's all it takes f'r you t'shut up, I gotta wonder how th'rest'a this' gon' go." Forest began to limp closer, hands in her hoodie's pockets again.

Jordan watched on. It wasn't his call to follow after her.

"Now...I heard from'a good friend'a mine, over there, that you's been stickin' hands where they don't b'long. See, he's missin' some stuff n' I figured, y'know, maybe you'd know how that happened." The grin was mostly gone by then.

Elias hadn't moved from his spot, but wasn't planning on hearing this spiel from her. This was a thug, through and through. She may not have guns or chains to rattle, but in the realm of kids, she might as well have just gotten out of prison on good behavior -- with a grudge to boot. A dangerous child at only two feet tall.

"Depends. I might'a done a few things earlier, what's it to you? Anybody else could've done this sort of thing, n' you come after me instead."

The smaller child only narrowed her eyes, frowning as well. "I c'n smell liars out real well, y'know. S'a pretty day out," he could see the threat in her two-toned irises. "We all know fools push they luck whenever there's a crowd. N'on such nice days, too. You know I don't like it when that happens, what'd'you expect? Me t'ignore it?" there was a little chuckle from her, but it wasn't anything friendly.

"You don't like anything, so, m'not real surprised I was the go-to."

Forest could practically feel Jordie brace for her next response. That kid was always anticipating something extreme to come from her mouth. Might as well let him have it.

"Aww, that ain't true. I's a person'a simple taste," the other children quieted down further to hear what she had to say, "I like t'play games. Not all, but some, n' if I get a lil' somethin' out of it. I's a cripple -- runnin' ain't f'me. I guess y'could say I also like t'gamble. I like when s'hot outside, when there's no dogs. I's not too diff'rent from most men in tha'I like good pussy, n' when I don't get in trouble for stupid shit. Though...I'll say, I like not havin' t'deal with jackasses when I don't gotta."

The crowd went wild. Kids looked on in incredulity, amazed she'd even said such words. Not the ones that knew her, though. The rather poorer crowd only laughed and cheered in their own way. Mostly 'ooOOOH's but, still.

Forest only shrugged lightly, offering a little smirk at the boy, now. As if telling him to retaliate in however way he pleased. Nothing would be as good as anything she just said.

"..." Elias couldn't even formulate a response for a bit, causing the crowd to laugh louder when they realized this. "Oh, that's cute, Imp." The grin on her face only widened. Insults didn't matter to her, too much.

"Don't see how that's gon' help you get anything back, though."

"Kid, th'fact I jus' owned your ass in a lil' roast sorta speaks f'r itself." She rolled her shoulders in a bored manner. This was getting to be a stale roast session, and she wasn't up for much more. "But, if you'd like t'try a diff'rent way'a makin' me turn back, g'head." The smaller child even went so far as to pop her knuckles for emphasis.

If there was a fight, which the other children from her side of the coin begged for, no doubt it would end badly.

Elias frowned silently for a moment or two. In his entire being, he knew that if he swung first she would kick his sorry ass further. Verbally was one thing, but physically? He'd gotten decked to the nose a few times by the little imp, and had no desire to have it happen again. At least, not much of a want for it. Kind of a dream to win instead, but...not all dreams come true.

"Tick-tock." the half lidded eyes of the other only aggravated him more.

Thank God the saving grace that separated the children from each other arrived. Unfortunately in the form of one of the parents. Definitely not anyone Forest recognized, what with the nice clothes of the woman and the soccer-mom haircut.

"You ought to be ashamed of yourself, young man!" At first, both kids thought Elias was the one receiving the reprimand. They were wrong.

Much to her chagrin, it was actually the smaller child the woman was chastising. 'Young man...?'

"Using language like that! How would your parents feel, knowing this is how you talk?" Everyone else fell silent, knowing this was not a line that needed crossing. The mother didn't understand, and continued despite the tension. "Picking on someone bigger than you, too. You could get yourself hurt, and then he'd," she gestured to the taller child, "Be in trouble!"

Up until then, Forest had kept her mouth shut in a thin line, two toned irises watching blankly. The older woman stared but could not see any sign of life in those eyes. They were...empty. Unnervingly so, but it hardly stopped her. The only thing that did put a pause in her tirade was laughter, coming from the empty child herself.

"Ma'am, I mean no disr'spect when I ask this, but, he y'boy?" She could feel Jordie not wanting a second scene. "...no, but-" "Then this ain't y'problem. I hate t'break it t'you, but he stole from me. Or, well, a friend, but pretty much me. Let's add I's not from your part'a town. We from West Side, ain't we?" the other children behind her stood a little straighter. She had some form of a backup at least. "I ain't ever seen you b'fore. You ain't my mama n' I thank you f'r tryna break up this lil' spat, but maybe y'should consider lookin' both ways, huh?"

In her own way, saying not to immediately jump on the dirtier kids.

"I ain't done nothin' yet. N' you wanna peg me as th'villain," a low whistle slid out from between her shark-like teeth. "But if tha's how we play, I'll run with it. Not like me'n'him go t'th'same school're nothin'." A rather lazy grin was offered before she moved to step away.

The imp had no wish to hear the adult out, or make things right. This could all be solved later, and with a better offer of payment.

Jordan moved to walk at her side, seeing as the crisis was gone, and they could leave. The adult was in near shock at the flow of language from the little hybrid's mouth. It did not take long before she scuttled elsewhere to distract from the quick loss of power. Like she had been dethroned, almost. After all, kids knew they were supposed to listen to adults, and yet...this child tore her down in an instant. She couldn't interrupt, it was too..unreal.

Elias hadn't moved from his spot, neither. Watching the pair calmly walk away. Calmly...it was irritating. "That's all it takes? Aw, so the 'Great Beast of West Side' is scared off by jus'an adult, huh?" All the other bystanders froze, watching to see how the call out would be received. This could go one of two ways: either a fight would ensue, or the child would keep walking. Thus making his words speak of truth.

However, the small girl stopped. Carefully she turned, staring him dead-on. "Ellie...y'look hungry. Downright starvin' f'r a knuckle-buster sandwich. How'd y'like it done?" she grinned slightly, walking closer. Round Two it would seem. "S'a pretty day out, as I says. There's lotsa colorful stuff, n' flowers. Sun's all warm, too. On days like these, kids like you," the grin widened, and despite the emptiness of Forest's eyes the other children sensed an obvious threat. "Shouldn't play games they cain't win at. If'n you gon' be petty as a five year old then go join'em in th'sandbox."

Vaguely, the boy noticed how her red hoodie had disappeared. Now she was just standing there, staring. Waiting for some form of move to be made. Honestly, he was a little afraid. No one would step in to help him out, he'd already dug himself into a hole. "Aren't you five?"

"D'I really sound like I am?"

Fair point, he'd admit. "So what'll it be t'day, boy?" That lazy grin didn't appear but, Ellie could practically hear it in her voice. "If not t'day, then some other time, 'cause y'ain't fuckin'round with my folk n' get away wit'it."

The boy couldn't formulate a response. Really, he was struggling. The little hybrid had surely caught him so far off guard he wasn't even playing the same game. She was playing in the NFL and he was just selling muffins outside the stadium, at this point.

"I'mm' start countin' cents if y'don't gimme'n'answer soon. We's at...five," Great. "Ten," This was a dilemma.

"Fifteen, kinda weird seein' that big gear turn," and that was all it took, really.

Elias was tired of the insults that seemed to spill from the smaller child's mouth.

Under his feet, sharp bits of gravel and larger pebbles dug into his sandals, giving him an idea. There was a quick scuff sound, and a handful of the rocks were launched straight for his opponent's face.

They landed a little farther south than he would've liked, kind of between her throat and collarbone.

What he got in response was a surprised sort of squawk, and an incredulous look. As if Forest were asking him what the fuck? She seemed almost confused.

"Geez...not even sure I feel like throwin' no hands after whatever that mess was." The grin returned, but he, and the rest of the children knew full well the smaller one kept her promises. In this case, any move at harm warranted retaliation; even if it was just a pathetic pebble-kick.

It didn't even start off rough, Forest moving at a slow pace towards him. Limp present, as if to make her appear weaker. Ellie knew how much of a lie that was. The disability, her leg being so short and crooked, was true but the weakness was not. Once again that fear returned: of her beating him near senseless. To where he might not even remember his own name or what exactly happened. The closer she got, the more the urge to flee increased. The tiny child seemed to be in no rush. It infuriated him.

The others standing around had fallen silent or at least, whispering among themselves. Jordie, in particular, stood back in his spot. Though his friend could fight for herself, he still worried. Especially when Elias, dumb as he was, took a swing at the spotted creature. It was only out of an adrenaline rush, or was it anxiety? Either way, Jordan knew the other kid was regretting that decision as quick as he'd made it.

There was a loud crack! as disfigured knuckles met with the angle of Ellie's jaw.

In the time it took for his hand to complete its arc, Forest had landed her own blow before said hand even dropped. Elias cried out in both pain and surprise, free hand flying up to cradle the side of his face.

The little beast could almost smell the tears welling up in his wide eyes.

"Told ya we ain't finna play no games, Ellie." It was only one hit. Only the one. The kids around them had seen enough of these fights to know she was waiting for the chance at an execution of sorts. A way to make a message heard, even if it was through overkill. In all honesty, Forest could walk away and let this off as a warning. The boy seemed remorseful, well, more regret than actual remorse. Still. It was something.

Normally the tiny tyrant would've continued, only thing to stop her now was the return of the hand. It managed to graze her nose this time but that was the only contact needed for Elias to know: he'd goofed. Big time. The smoldering look in the smaller child's eyes told him as much. And, well, the gasps from the other kids did too.

"Ready t'fuckin' die?" Forest gave him no time once again, quickly catching him to the jaw and pulling her arm back for another punch. Elias whimpered and moved to run, feet barely taking a step before a rough hand grabbed for his collar. Forest had the strength to yank him down at least, which was still a surprising feat for one so small. Less surprising was the knee to the nose, then the rough shove so he faced the sky. His back embraced by the dirt.

His attacker ignored any sudden gasps or coughs. "Wh-where do they make folks like you?"

"Oh, they'on't make folk like me. We ain't made."

It wasn't that Forest was heavy, despite now sitting on his ribs, but knowing his impending doom lay in her hands...well. He was shaking. The smaller child couldn't help but grin, seeing the taller one shut his eyes. Shut tight, too. "I want y't'know from th'bottom'a my heart, tha'you's lucky this was so short," the imp felt grim satisfaction at the flinch when she raised her fist. The shadow stretched across his face, almost like one of Forest's spots. Almost.

There was a shift in the crowd, noticeable enough to make her pause. Something was coming, but it didn’t sound like any adult she’d ever heard.

Elias even opened his eyes, not daring enough to move past that.

“Wha-? Crikey, wha’s all this goin’ on ‘ere?!” Whoever it was, they sounded shocked, slightly confused, most certainly angry. “I ought’a send ya slinkin’ yer folks if ya think I’m gonna allow fighting on my day!”

What the fuck?

((credit to the weeb ( @winterfrostguardian ) for writing in an accent i don’t hear v. often))

#heyo sir writes a thing #this is gon be trash #another short #holy moly this is late #a year and a day late #i blame winterfrostguardian #u know what u did #u know exactly what u did #TW: language

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yong-yong-ma-boi · 7 years ago

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bf!haechan

lmao so originally i was supposed to post some svt requested fics that are long overdue but its donghyuck’s birthday so

i’ll post the svt requests laturrrr im so sorry for those who requested it

HAPPPPPPPPPPYYYYYYYYYYYY BIRTHDAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY LEE DONGHYUCK

so how would it be to date this savage meme boi?

lee donghyuck is vvv playful, he likes teasing people

mark, jaehyun, taeyong, mark, let’s just say all nct members

and mark especially

and you aren’t an exception my dear reader

bc lee donghyuck is a relentless little shit, so expect to be hit with savageness

with no amount of mercy whatsoever

your relationship is based on slander tbh jUST KIDDING

he teases the crap out of you, and sometimes he may go over the line between playful and hurtful,

but this boy still loves you

but he really doesn’t show it when you’re around other people

he feels like the hyungs would think he’s going soft when they see him with you being lovey dovey

so when you’re with mark or the others, he keeps the loving to a minimum and just roasts you or anyone

sometimes it doesn’t seem like you guys are a couple, because he doesn’t show much skinship in public and he always roasts you HARD

you’re not a pushover tho reader don’t worry

you’ll give this lil shit a run for his money

“babe, jagiya, baby, sweetie, baobei, tianxin, mi amor, my love, my life, Y/N. why are you so stupid?”

“stop making fun of me for falling down the stairs, hyuck. you should speak for yourself. you’re the reason the sm building had to have double doors”

“i am not.”

“you may as well be”

you guys sometimes team up to roast mark instead when you’re tired of roasting each other poor mark

donghyuck is a lil bit of a cocky shit sometimes

does “im cute and all of you are ugly” ring a bell?

no?

like he’s cute and he knows it, i know it, the fans know it, everyone knows it

but he likes hearing it from you

he likes-no loves hearing you compliment him

even tho compliments are very very rare in your relationship

but that’s what makes it more special

like we all have insecurities buried in the backs of our minds and well, sometimes his resurfaces and it makes him feel bad about himself

and it affects him so much

when that happens he��s quiet and he’s emotionless and doesn’t reply

and his insecurities make him feel like he’s not good enough to do what he wants to do, to be who he wants to be

that’s why he keeps to himself, because he feels unworthy of the things he has

but you always reassure him that he’s worth it

that he’s so special, so talented, so handsome, and he deserves everything coming his way

and he shouldn’t feel apologetic about that

and that he shouldn’t listen to anyone who thinks otherwise

soooooo i mentioned before that he really doesn’t show much skinship in public

and i think that’s because he’s a lil shyyyyy

because for sure, his members would make fun him

and well, because strangers can see

when it’s just the two of you though

he’s very cuddly

like, sometimes y’all are on the couch with your legs on top of his and both of you sitting on each ends, and he never lets you move your legs because he likes the feeling of them against his

sometimes you’re lying down on his chest, with his left arm around your waist and his right one holding the phone up to his face

lets just say that everytime y’all are together a part of him has to be attached to any part of you

imagine cuddling with him tho

doing those things i said ^^

huhuhuhuhuhu be my boyfriend donghyuck pls

what about kisses tho

omg

i imagine your first kiss with donghyuck to be a light peck

and it was so so sudden

like you were just so cute and your face was so close he couldn’t help himself

and you’re both a blushing mess after you realize what just happened 0_0

anddd it’s cute because he likes pecking you

he just does it impulsively

not that it’s a bad thing

but it’s a bad thing for your health because everytime he does it you swear you lose at least 5 years of your life

and it honestly happens during moments when you least expect him to do it

like you’re in the middle of a daily roasting session and he suddenly leans in and pecks your lips and goes back to insulting you like it never happened

or when you’re trying to take the frying pan from him because he should rest and you really want to cook

or that time when you were putting on blush and was asking him if it was even on both sides

its not always on the lips though

like you were studying once and he walked by and suddenly pecked you on the cheek and went out without saying anything

only to return with pizza

or that time when you were carrying your groceries inside your apartment and you didn’t know he came over and he says hello by pecking your nose when you’re trying to put your keys on the table beside the door

moving on

dates with donghyuck vary

you have your fair share of fancy restaurant dates, amusement park dates, movie dates, cafe dates, shopping dates, pokemon go dates, ice skating dates, laser tag dates, picnic dates, study dates

you know what i mean

but you’re favorite kind of date when you’re at home with him and pigging out and ranting about how the character is an idiot and just wearing your pjs smelling like utter crap bc none of you care

because it’s laid back and you both don’t have to worry about being seen and don’t need to worry about how you look because you couldn’t care less if he looks like he doesn’t know what the hell a shower is

and he doesn’t give two shits if you smell like you don’t know what a shower is or maybe he does. he loves you, just pls, stop being stinky

another thing is i can see that he’s thoughtful but not that often

and it makes it more endearing

and his way is a bit unconventional, but still sweet if you think about it

like, he borrowed your phone and set an alarm

but the alarm was him pterodactyl screaming

so, all in all, it was sweet of him to help you wake up for your 8am exam but you still want to have functioning ear drums

“did you make it in time?”

“yes i did. thank you, but next time, don’t scream at me pls”

“you’re welcome”

and you don’t notice it a lot, but he really listens to what you have to say he just makes it seem like he doesn’t know

but on the inside he’s listing everything that comes out of your mouth

‘so she hates pineapples on her pizza’

‘oh okay her science teacher is giving her a hard time. i’ll ask jaemin if he can help her with science’

‘she likes yeri noona’s hair color imma ask where she had it dyed’

‘she likes taeyong hyung’s highlighter, imma ask the stylist what shade it is’

and then you’ll be surprised the next day or week after, he’s gonna bring up what you said

and it’s honestly so sweet

he’s caring too

like he makes sure you eat well and on time

he even texts you to make sure because he’s killing himself with worry

and when you’re sick he brings soup over and tries to take care of you without catching whatever you have

and when he’s away he always texts you goodnight and tells you to text him if you’re on your way to school or if you’re heading home

or if you’re going out

actually even if he’s in korea or not, he always hast to be notified that you’re safe and sound in whatever place you went to

he even has your friends’ numbers saved on his phone so he can check on you when he’s far away

he even makes them promise to take care of you for him

you shouldn’t know that tho, so keep it a secret

and he always brings you stuff from abroad

sometimes its cute sometimes its random and just plain weird

sometimes its weird but very useful

and he won’t admit that he got them because he thought of you when he saw it

how can something so evil be so fluffy

so all in all, he may be an evil, cocky, thoughtful, talented,caring, lowkey clingy guy

he’s still a wonderful boyfriend

and dating him?

it’s a damn wonderful long ass ride

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lovelylunarwriting · 8 years ago

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Gryffindor!Mingyu & Slytherin!Minghao

Gryffindor!Mingyu

Has a yearly tradition of buying one of every single snack when the lady with the cart of goodies passes him on the train

He's not wizard born, both his parents are muggles, so his first year he was like "weird looking/moving food? Sign me tf up"

It's been tradition ever since

Let's be real it's the main reason that Soonyoung and DK sit with him on the train rides

Once during the prank war between Gryffindors and Slytherins (see Hufflepuff!Joshua and Slytherin!Jihoon post to understand), Chan slipped him what he thought was a shrinking potion. •But in actuality it was a growing potion.

So 6 foot tall Mingyu became 9 foot tall Mingyu

The effects of the potion latest a week and Mingyu had to be excused from quidditch practice because he couldn't fit on the broom...

Was peer pressured by Seungcheol to join the quidditch team and is like "mehhh" about it until you get the the quidditch game

Then he's competitive and determined af

The reason Seungcheol wanted him on the team is because he saw Mingyu sprint across the castle from the dining hall to divination because he lost track of the time and was gonna be late, and Seungcheol was like "if he can run that fast for that long, how fast do you think he could fly??"

The answer to that is pretty damn fast as they both found out at tryouts

He ends up becoming one of the chasers for the Gryffindor team

The only thing Mingyu had to practice a lot to get good at was catching the freaking quaffle because he's a clumsy giant and kept dropping it accidentally

Mingyu: *drops quaffle from 100ft in the air*

Seungcheol: "gOd dAMn iT, go get it!!"

Is dorm roomies with Seungcheol and very happy about it

Just came here to have a good time and learn magic n stuff but Seungcheol and Vernon are always dragging him into their messes

Seungcheol and Vernon are always tryna prank the Slytherins but Mingyu just wants to live in peace and not be targeted for revenge

It's hard for him to stay inconspicuous when it comes to pranking because he's really freaking tall (he literally stands out of a crowd) and has like the worst poker face. Precious tol bean

Mingyu: *walks into the dining hall with a really awkward/uncomfortable smile*

Chan: *blows whistle* "TAKE COVER"

All the Slytherins duck under their tables and then the cakes that were on those tables explode

Seungcheol and Vernon just look at Mingyu with the most disappointed look

They learn to stop including Mingyu if they want to be successful

Anyway moving on

Every year, the new first years are kid of wary/cautious around him because he seems like a tall, intimidating guy

But then he runs into a pillar or almost falls off the moving stairs and they're like "oh. he's fine"

Generally a tall innocent meme who just wants to live peacefully but... naw lol his clumsiness and friends liven up things

He enjoys it and appreciates them but he won't say it directly

He'll bake Seungcheol and Vernon cookies or some shit and they're just so skeptical about it

Vernon: "did you poison these? Have we personally wronged you somehow? Idk what it was but I'm sorry please don't kill me with these"

Seungcheol: "no no I don't think that's it, he would have nowhere to hide our bodies. I think he did something wrong and we're gonna lose house points or something so he's trying to get on our good side before it comes to light"

Mingyu: "wow I literally just made you cookies and I've been personally attacked. I'm gonna eat all three dozen of these with the Hufflepuffs, they're way nicer than you guys"

Seungcheol: "Mingyu we're sorry come bACK"

And Mingyu does come back and the positive vibe is restored via eating cookies and goofing off, what these three do best

Slytherin!Minghao

Was really psyched to go to a wizarding school because he didn't have any wizard/witch friends growing up

Until he got on the train and saw Vernon try to snort smarties because Soonyoung told him "it's a thing the muggle kids do"

Minghao was freaking out on the inside like "dear god... They're idiots... I thought wizards would be more mindful people like me..."

So he decided to keep observing the people on the train before actually initiating a conversation with anyone

He sat down in an empty seat and started 'reading', but he was actually listening to everyone interact and figuring out who he might be able to tolerate for the next seven years

The thing that got him to finally decide someone was okay to talk to was when Seungcheol accidentally elbowed Jun in the face as they were passing each other in the narrow hall of the train, and Jun started swearing in Chinese because ow

Minghao looked up from his book so fast he got whiplash but was like "HIM. IT HAS TO BE HIM"

Minghao's thinking "we can talk shit about people right in front of them and they won't know what we're saying" (honestly, friendship goals)

And he's also thinking "if I have a friend that speaks my native language, maybe I won't feel so homesick" but he doesn't acknowledge that feeling because he's tryna be tough

So Minghao walks over to Jun and is like "you okay?" in Chinese and Jun is just like !!! New Chinese buddy??

They sit together and by the end of this train ride they're close friends and have talked a lot of shit. About eVeRyOnE except that one kid Joshua because like they tried to find something bad to say about him and literally couldn't?? Like why is an angel on this train??

They gossip lightheartedly, obviously they're not really hating on everyone

They're just being like "how many times do you thing Vernon will silently stare at Seungkwan until he stops talking and pays attention to him"

Casually blunt observers

Turns out Jun and Minghao both planned to try out for the quidditch team even before they got to Hogwarts

The Slytherins captain at the time was like "listen all you people wanting to try out, it's not gonna be easy"

The people who really wanted a position on the team were the ones who stuck through all the tough drills and training

And the only two left in the end for the two open spots were Jun and Minghao

Minghao earned the position of beater (not even a little surprised) and Jun was made a Chaser

The literal definition of resting bitch face. He does not look approachable by any means if he's by himself

He also looks really stylish in his robes by adding accessories and doing his make up real nice, etc. But to some people that can be a little off-putting because wow?? This person has their shit together enough to accessorize?? I sure don't.

So that adds to the 'unapproachable' vibe.

But when Minghao is talking to one of his friends, he has the cutest happy expression on his face

The kind of loving look that everyone wants someone to look at them like that

At first everyone thought that Minghao and Jun were dating because they spent so much time together

When someone nosy *COUGH CouGH s e u n g k w a n* asked them about it, it ended up a lil something like this

Jun: "you think I'm dating Minghao? I have standards, don't kid yourself"

Minghao: "why would I date the moron who's probably backhugged every other boy in this school. Do I look like the kind of person to settle for an idiot like that"

Jun & Minghao: *shrug at each other, fist bump, and walk away together*

Seungkwan: "????? the fuck"

So yeah they're not dating, just besties that enjoy roasting not only other people, but each other

Because let's be real if you can't roast your friends, are you really even friends???

When it comes to the prank war... You do nOT want to go up against Jun and Minghao

Because they only prank together and they have no mercy

Like you thought Monsta X's No Mercy would make you cry?? Jun and Minghao's wrath is worse

Y'all thought getting hexed by Jihoon was bad... At least that only lasts like 15 minutes, max. (Except for that one time... poor Seokin... but that's a whole other story)

These assholes will prank you until you break and beg them to stop

They will not stop until you admit that they win

If you tell them they've won, they'll never bother you again.

They don't do any really harsh pranks, they just keep bothering you incessantly until you give up

Jun is mainly the execution of these pranks, and Minghao is the brains behind it

Moral of the story, don't try to fuck with them

Minghao's favorite class is Care of Magical creatures and I will fight anyone who disagrees with me

He tries to be cool, like "hmm I'm a Slytherin, I don't care too much for this" but homeboy skips his classes sometimes just to go pet and feed the hippogriffs (catch me sobbing, what a soft cutie)

If you ask him nonchalantly a question about a creature he'll pull up a projector and show you a PowerPoint full of fun facts about whatever creature you asked about, full of adorable pictures of said creature

Even if it's a visually... challenged... deadass ugly creature, Minghao will describe it like it is the most precious thing and will convince you that it is precious. Because no one has the heart to disagree with this boy who's so excited about these creatures??

He is accidentally very cute

Just wants to be seen as independent and manly but is a spacey and cute boy

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