#i wanna yell the most obvious secret to the heavens

[weekend-whip]

Also can we get more info on Aurora? She's really pretty btw 👀

Haha, I know this was your second ask, but I'm gonna answer it first to make things easier for myself X3

Anyway, her information comes in two parts:

Young Aurora:

Aurora Alice works as the seamstress/tailor for the Fifth Generation of the Elemental Alliance. She patches up tears in robes, makes sure all gear is fitted for each individual, and even does custom work for her friends (which is mainly Lilly and Garmadon, given their flair for the dramatics).

She is the daughter of the Fourth Generation's Master of Ice, but bizarrely, only inherited a portion of his Elemental Power. While her father maintains control of the element itself, she only inherited the elemental ability: which in the case of Ice is the ability to foresee glimpses of the future. This is reflected in her gray pupils, as opposed to either black (no elemental power) vs white (all elemental power), an exception to the Eye Color Rules.

She can call up glimpses of the future at will, but as the future is always changing, there's always a chance that vision won't be accurate. The farther in time she tries to see, the less likely the vision will come true (as opposed to getting visions at random that will always come true). However, this doesn't stop the other EMs from having her look a few minutes into the future to get a very small advantage on strategies, battle advice, or to win a game of cards.

Her father has her reluctantly join the Alliance despite the lack of powers due to having no one else to watch out for her. She becomes fast-friends with Lilly, who is in something of a similar situation (being the youngest members of the Fifth Gen, having their dads around still, and struggling with their powers; Lilly was just a late bloomer, though). She also befriends Garmadon, helping keep calm on days when the venom was at its worst. When working on new clothing pieces, Garmadon would just sit in the room while she worked because it was away from the rest of the chaos.

When the Serpentine War begins, and Lilly's father betrays them all in Birchwood, Aurora's father panics and tries to get her to safety. With the Devil's Luck, he happens upon the abode of a budding inventor living out in the woods, and begs him for safe refuge for his daughter...

...the rest of this is very close to being spoilerly, thus it goes under the cut. Tread with some caution if you're reading along with the series, because as of writing this the relevant Chapter(s) are not up yet ;P

Older Aurora:

Upon being forced into the home of Dr. Julien, a budding tinkerer, obviously Aurora has some reservations about being "protected" by a random stranger. But the war outside prevents them both from leaving safely, and wind up bonding regardless. She takes a fascination with the little robotic toys Julien creates, and eventually encourages Julien to go bigger and bolder with his inventions.

Even several years after the Serpentine War ends, Aurora stays with Julien, as she believes in a future she has seen with him. She claims she had a vision of a son, but shortly after this discovers that she cannot conceive...which means the bloodline for the Element of Ice is cut off. She urges her father to give up his powers to someone worthy (as he is one of the oldest members of the Alliance still out there fighting, and his body is starting to give up on him), but her father stubbornly insists he's fine, and will only give his power up to the perfect candidate. Frustrated, and not wanting to be the reason of ending a legacy, Aurora plans to take matters into her own hands...

After the Skeleton War wraps up and Ninjago City is founded, Julien begins to get some funding from an upstart company known as Borg Industries, paying him for patent ideas for the company to expand upon in order to help modernize the city. This money is then funneled into Julien's research towards an unlimited power source: a super-capacitor that runs on eternal energy. A small, round, circular piece that he just so happens to call the Aurora Unit. (In fact, he even made two of them, although the second one is a bit faulty...) Aurora becomes so fascinated (and flattered) by the gadget's prototype that she starts wearing it around her neck. Like a fashion accessory!

Zane considers her to be a good mother—and why wouldn't he, when she's raised him so well? He even takes after her in looks, as opposed to his father. His memories of her are fuzzy for whatever reason, but what he can remember, he's fond of regardless. She even made him his favorite snowflake sweater vest! It's been...quite some time since he's actually seen her, however. Will there be time for a visit sometime in the future?

(Also, ahem, two reasons I gave Zane a mom for this specific universe: one, Zane makes an off-handed joke about having a mom in the movie and my brain spiraled into the possibilities to build on it from there, and two, in one of the old, old promotional stories centered around Zane, there's a part where Garmadon's lying to Zane about his family, and he mentions that Zane has a mother who is a seamstress. I just kinda thought it'd be neat if that was actually true *shrugs*)

[enhyupn]

⧉ enhypen as your classmate that has a crush on you! ᝢ ∷

pairings: ot7 enhypen members x gn!reader

warnings: swearing, mentions of violence in jay’s one

genre: pure fluff + high school!au

a/n this also. Was in my drafts 💭 i was contemplating if i should post this or not but here i am 😫 i Post too much sorry everyone iJust have no life outside of school 🙋‍♀️🙋‍♀️

⌗ heeseung

heeseung is definitely the type of person that tries to talk to the person he sits beside all the time

he nudges you all the time and whispers your name whenever he wants your attention

and the fact he had a huge crush on you also added to it

enhypen always have to listen to him since he never ever stops talking about you. like ever.

“oh my god you will never know what y/n told me when i—” and suddenly he’s cut off by the rest of them yelling “we know!”

you never snap at him because you kinda... enjoy the attention

maybe thats how you knew you kinda liked him too, since you could never let sunoo get away with this if he ever called for your name in class

your relationship only stopped there for a while, since the two of you lowkey scared of each other

“no i feel like y/n’s gonna snap at you one day, like completely just punch you in the face” jay once told him and ever since, he’s never looked at you the same

you think heeseung’s just intimidating, the amount of times you’ve jumped in your seat whenever he’s called your name is numerous

although, one day you fell asleep in class due to the fact you left your english essay last minute the night before

heeseung, noticing you drooling on the table, wrote down the notes for you

he handed them to you after class and you were so touched that you couldn’t stop telling sunoo about it

“his hand writing’s so neat and—” “i get it, you can shut up now!”

you even told heeseung his hand writing was the prettiest thing you’ve ever seen for a week straight

he was happy of course, but honestly unsure how he was supposed to reply to the compliment

he figured out by himself that all he needed to do was ask you if you wanted him to write your name

“heeseung, i mean it! i can’t get over how you write ‘the’, it’s just so— so neat!” “oh really? let me write your name out”

being the smooth guy that he was, wrote down his number instead of your name

and you being the oblivious person you were, ended up being utterly confused

“heeseung i think—” “I WROTE MY NUMBER ON PURPOSE”

you never really got over the shock, nonetheless still took his number and texted him that night

you ended that night by kicking your feet in the air with your face feeling like it was on fire

oh, you also ended up planning a date with heeseung on saturday, not a big deal

it was actually the biggest deal ever

the rest of the head canons are under the cut!

⌗ jay

jay was 100% the type to tease someone when he had a crush to get their attention

he wanted all your attention and the way he got that was through telling you your portrait of a dog looked stupid

well yeah, it did but he didn’t need to point it out

everyone in your art class knew jay had a raging crush on you

he just didn’t know how to express it

his friend jake told him the way into your heart was talking about a mutual interest

jake was, sort of, right about his advice. well, until you and jay started bickering about a character you loved but he oh so hated

“mabel in gravity falls was annoying and weird” “jay if you say that one more time i will shove this paint brush down your throat”

jake, who was trying to play cupid, could not understand why he was so bad at this

i mean jay had no problem getting girls to like him but you? did you genuinely hate jay or something?

“no jake i don’t hate jay” well that answered his question

“he’s just weird” “weird? i’m weird?” “yeah do i need to repeat it again? park jay is weird” you two were a match made in heaven

jay didn’t know when but he had a revelation, maybe this wasn’t the approach he should take to get your attention

after that, he started to be extremely nice to you

it definitely scared you

“d-did i do anything?” “what no? i’m just saying your painting looks beautiful y/n” “oh no something’s definitely going to happen”

he was finally tired of trying so hard while ending up with nothing achieved

jake, being the one out of the two who had the most realistic ideas, decided to give him one more tip

“do you think it’ll work?” “it’s fool proof”

the tip was simply him asking you out to the movies, something that was a little too forward for jay

“no i don’t think it’ll work jake” “jay i swear to god you are going to end up single For the Rest of your Life”

it took... many attempts... and many insults towards you for him to even get the first line out

“Y/NPLEASEGOTOTHEMOVIESWITHME” “the movies? sure” “wait, really? i meant it in a romantic way by the way” “oh? sure i’m free on friday”

turns out you were into him too i mean it was kinda obvious from the way you dealt with those insults

even when you started dating after that date, the insults never stopped

it just now targeted jake, who really is just asking for it at this point from the amount of times he’s asked for credit for ‘getting both of you together’

he was never getting that credit

⌗ jake

jake would leave secret love letters in your locker every time he walked past it

i mean the action wasn’t as secret as he thought it was due to the fact you knew he was the one leaving those letters

for god’s sake the boy was literally in almost all your classes, you were walking the same way as him when he slipped those letters in???

you still were very grateful for them

without them, i think you would of not coped with school

they were all incredibly detailed and even had little doodles drawn around them

you once had remembered he mentioned that he wrote these in the morning before school started during first period

he also told you he was really really shy you found it incredibly cute

the only way he could speak to you without melting was through these letters

somehow you decided that the best thing to do was put replies in his lockers too

his first reaction was complete embarrassment, the fact you knew who he was had his face heating up like nothing else

but he soon realised you didn’t think it was weird or creepy, you actually looked forward to his letters every school day

he mustered up so much courage after that to talk to you in person, to personally thank you

“THANK YOU Y/N!” “NO IT’S FINE JAKE YOU DON’T HAVE TO BOW”

he sheepishly rubs the back of his neck before pulling something out from his back pocket

the final letter in his series of love letters showing up in his hands

“open it” his shy smile making your brain Melt in endearment

the letter contained the usual, the hello y/n! and the usual chatter about his day

what you didn’t expect was the fact he had asked you out at the bottom of the letter

“y/n i’ve liked you for a while now, will you go out with me?” you read out loud before realising what you had just read. “OH MY GOD YOU ASKED ME OUT?”

you pull him into a tight hug, something that jake heated up at

“is this a yes?” “are you seriously asking that right now? of course we are”

you two became the most sickly sweet couple ever

plus the fact you still placed letters in each other’s lockers made enhypen gag (in an affectionate way)

they were just jealous nobody was putting letters in their lockers

⌗ sunghoon

sunghoon always seemed to be there whenever you needed help

especially since you two helped out at the library together every wednesday

he looked forward to it every week, you could tell from the fact ever tuesday he’d remind his friends that the next day he was seeing you again

“tomorrow’s wednesday you know what that means” “yes sunghoon we know, you’re seeing y/n tomorrow”

whenever he’s finished his work (which he does at an incredibly fast pace) he always seems to end up trailing you

constantly asking if you need help, desperate to do something

you find it endearing, always ending up chuckling at his whiney words

“y/n! do you need any help i’m finished” “not at the moment but if you wanna chat i can!”

out of all the enhypen members i feel like sunghoon would have the softest feelings for his crush

like even outside of your assigned library work, he’d constantly check up on you during lunch

“here y/n! it’s a packet of those gummies you like” “how sweet that you remembered! thanks for them”

you, even with sunghoon’s constant affection, couldn’t realise he had a crush on you

you thought that he was like that with everyone, you didn’t think that you were particularly special to get any type of unique treatment from park sunghoon

it wasn’t until your classmate asked you if you and sunghoon were dating

“hey are you and sunghoon dating?” “ummmm no why” “oh my friend wanted to know, they like him that’s why”

that didn’t sit well with you.

you thought long and hard about it but there was literally no reason for you to be bothered about it

i mean? you didn’t like him like that right

wrong

you decided to ask his dearest friend heeseung for help

“heeseung what do i do why do i feel like this” “i don’t know ask sunghoon” “...you aren’t helping”

heeseung being the big blabber mouth he is, told sunghoon all of this

“y/n won’t shut up about you” “really? you’re telling me the truth right? please don’t lie to me”

from many many uplifting comments from his friends, sunghoon was able to talk to you without mentioning the library

“so... what did you do in art class today?” “oh? i don’t do art” i mean at least he tried

after a few attempts he finally hit the nail on the head, securing his place as one of your friend... not the position he was aiming for but at least it was something

that’s when he prepared himself for the final boss (that’s what heeseung called the plan)

interrupting the conversation you both had on what disney show was the best, he popped the big question

“no but mulan was pretty good too also do you wanna go on a date with me” “oh sure! that was really random though”

i mean his timing was incredibly terrible but you were over the moon

even with the calm messages the both of you had sent, the two of you were screaming at your screen, unable to contain any composure

i mean it’s sunghoon... even if he handed you a piece of trash to as his way of asking you out you’d still say yes

⌗ sunoo

no but sunoo definitely asks your friend what your favourite song is and puts it on his story so you can slide up and be like “omg!! i love this song”

OH he also texts you randomly at 11:11 and 22:22 so you think it’s a sign

he so so so desperately wants your attention all the time

he goes up to you at lunch even when you’re with all your friends and makes conversation with you making you forget all about your friends

he sits in front of you in maths! so he knows how bad you are at the subject, he can hear your muttering about how you got a question wrong every morning but don’t Worry! he finds it adorable for some reason

at first he started to pretend he wouldn’t understand a question so he could find a way to talk to you

“hey y/n! what’s six times five again” “are you serious?”

he’s actually kinda good at maths so you’re always confused on how he doesn’t understand basic multiplication but can get 90% on the algebra test

he loves, and i mean loves, talking to you during class

even if the teacher scolds him he doesn’t care, it’s simply the highlight of his day

he gets so pouty and jealous when you excuse him in the middle of a conversation to talk to someone else

he gets jealous especially whenever you talk to his friends instead of him

“hey ni-ki! what did you get for number five?” “oh i got—” “I GOT TWELVE FOR THAT ONE Y/N!”

you kinda adore it not gonna lie

at one point your teacher got incredibly fed up with you two talking class

so! sunoo resorted to passing notes to you

‘y/n did you hear? oh my god, jihan from the maths class beside us told me that yeojin from the year above us got suspended because she started fighting the teacher over her phone. can you believe that? i mean i would of done the same thing’

it was quite clear sunoo talked a lot even through notes too

i mean as if you didn’t reply with the same energy

‘I HEARD THAT TOO!! gowon from her class told me, plus! intak said he saw the whole thing too... omg honestly i think yeojin’s so cool for doing that. maybe i should fight our maths teacher if they try and yell at us for talking again?’

they were one of the many things sunoo loves you for <3

one day ni-ki, being the number one shipper of you two, decides to play Cupid on the two of you

he drew out a note that looked too similarly to a middle school confession text and placed it on sunoo’s desk

“do you like me y/n... tick one. yes. no.” “do you like it?” “what the fuck is this”

i mean sunoo Took it anyways, he knew you’d find it funny too

as usual, you prepared yourself for a long class of sliding notes to each other

you looked forward to it, you found it as a source of entertainment and you liked talking to sunoo anyways

“pssst, y/n!” “thanks— wait did you give me the right one?”

after many whisper shouts and glares from your teacher, he finally convinced you that they were the real deal

obviously. You chose yes

that’s how you landed a date with sunoo to a picnic at han river

sunoo and you were. Kinda.... thankful for ni-ki

you two just never wanted to admit his stupid cupid-ry worked

⌗ jungwon

definitely the type to ask you “what homework did we get?” so he can start a conversation with you

replies to your private story with like “omg that’s so funny” or like “PLSSSSS me too”

you do exactly the same with his ps honestly

he always talks to you before class and you have heated discussions about the homework the night before

YOU ALWAYS ALWAYS end up sitting beside him in every class you have together

like it’s not even on purpose anymore (it’s actually fate)

always lends you pens and pencils when you forget them

he also never Asks for them back so you Have like a stash of them at home beside your bed because you always forget to give them back to him

you and jungwon are the kids in pe class that walk around the track gossiping

“jake told me that half of the soccer team aren’t getting along these days because they all like the same person” “no way really? what about their team work, isn’t there some sort of huge match next week?”

the gossip only stays between you two but only ever during pe

you two talk about more, interesting things outside of pe

since you two are in basically every class together, you walk with him everywhere

once when you were about to trip over, jungwon caught you and when you realised you were in his arms, you just blankly stared at him for a good five seconds

once you got off of him your face started to heat up so fast jungwon’s too

every time you have homework due and you didn’t do it he lends you his word

“y/n take this! it’s the french homework from last class” “thanks so much jungwon!”

the real story starts with when you and him were practicing speaking french in the library

you, being terrible at french, needed some sort of help with this

jungwon decided that, even though he completely sucks at french, he should tutor you!

and there you were, ten reasons why i hate you style, in the library struggling on how to pronounce beaucoup

“bow-cewp” “good job y/n!” “jungwon i know for a fact that you don’t know if i’m saying this right”

you stuck up with it because, well because he’s jungwon

“je t'aime you”

i mean you were Terrible. at french but even the stupidest person in the world could figure that out

“i like you too jungwon, now help me with question six” “YOU COULD UNDERSTAND THAT?” “i had a paris phase when i was younger of course i did”

turns out the Parisian style bakery across the street is the perfect date on an afternoon after school

what was even more perfect was that you got 85% on your test with the help of your boyfriend

⌗ ni-ki

he was your partner in cookery class, the both of you had no cooking skills in your bones but you still made it work

you were in the class since your family constantly nagged at you for being terrible in the kitchen

while ni-ki enrolled because he needed the something to show his friends after school

ni-ki thinks he fell for you at first sight

you were baking cookies as your first task and you basically saved him by reminding him to put on oven gloves before getting the cookies out

“that’s the bare minimum” jay tells him. “i don’t care... you wouldn’t know what love feels like”

he looks forward to cooking class because if you every week

he even has it scheduled on his calendar

honestly it’s kind of a miracle the food you two make is some sort of eatable

he always asks you for help even if it’s the simplest thing ever

“y/n? which one is a cup?” “the one that literally says one cup?”

you don’t care though since you think it’s cute

you always end up doing most of the cooking and chopping whil ni-ki just washes the dishes and watches the pot boil which eagerly waits for the food to finish

you’ve met all of enhypen before since ni-ki likes them to gather around your creations and take pictures of them together

when enhypen first collected him from cookery class, they asked him which one of your classmates were you

he literally shyly pointed at you as he hid his face with his hair

“them” “huh? ni-ki who are you pointing at” “them, beside the fridge”

your final exam was to decorate and bake a cake

it’s safe to say from the many burnt cakes you and ni-ki have done, you two were in trouble

you both wanted that passing grade so you practiced almost everyday after classes the week before

he was in charge of the icing, apparently according to him it was his specialty

“look y/n!” “how cute! a little unreadable but very cute”

finally. the Day of the exam came

you both had to prepare and bake the cake together under two hours

you were lucky that you both weighed the ingredients before you arrived

it was definitely. The most stressful two hours you two had ever felt

it also didn’t help that ni-ki shooed you away when he was icing the cake

by the end of it, your face was Dusted with flour while ni-ki’s apron had butter and frosting stains all over it

you were instructed by ni-ki and even your teacher, to stand where the fridge was, out of your sight to see what he was doing to the cake

you were hazily scrolling through your phone when jungwon snapped you back into reality

turns out jungwon was outside the room the whole exam because ni-ki told him he needed support and having him there comforted him

almost instantly after your jungwon interaction, ni-ki called you from your table, excitedly waving his arms in the air

“y/n! y/n! i’m finished!” “perfect! let me—”

your eyes widened realising his cake didn’t say anything like ‘happy birthday’ like you two had planned

instead the icing spelt out a prettily written out ‘y/n, will you go on a date with me?’

your eyes seemed to water at the gesture, unsure why you got so emotional at icing

“n-ni-ki... that’s so c-cute” “why are you crying? oh my god you hate me don’t you?”

it took you ten minutes to stop sobbing (happy tears) and you gladly accepted his proposal

so now you got a Good grade and an amazing boyfriend that can... sort of! Cook

while eating the cake you were reminded with something, remembering some words from earlier

wait did mr lee know about this?

[mrs-hollandstan]

hello! could you do an angsty fic based on the song yes to heaven by lana del rey where reader is pining after peter but he just doesn’t realize please?

This is actually really cute and I kinda dreaded writing it at first haha

If you dance, I'll dance

Peter was your best friend. Since kindergarten. You were there always, and you, like Ned (and now MJ) knew his deepest secret. And even though he knew you like the back of his hand, he didn't know your deepest secret. 

Tonight was Prom. The biggest night of your life, or what was supposed to be and maybe it would be, but you knew that you hadn't been asked to Prom by anyone which meant going "alone" even though you had a group of friends you'd be with, but you knew that he had asked her and that was somehow worse than not having a date yourself. 

You'd watched him go for Liz, and you supported him, and you were glad when she went away. You thought he'd remain your little, single, best friend, but then his attraction shifted to MJ and it was like a punch through your heart. You had been heart-eyes for him for so long and he never noticed and you knew that even if he did, it would never come to fruition because he was your best friend. You were his and that was a big no no. You could dream though right. 

And if you don't, I'll dance anyway

You had a beautiful dress and pretty heels and your hair and makeup were done to the best of your cousin's ability. You knew that you weren't ugly (you weren't the prettiest in school but who wants that, they're bitches anyways) and you knew that at least a few pairs of eyes would be on you. Even if those weren't Peter's, it'd be okay. You could fill that void with… Flash Thompson or something. 

You found the group near the back, Peter and MJ facing each other as they danced together, but not touching, and Ned makes a noise, drawing your eyes to him. Betty leans against him, 

"Wow Y/N, you look…"

"Killer." Betty finishes for him, admiring you just as much as her on-again, off-again boyfriend had. Damn, everyone really had someone huh?

"Oh yeah, you look nice Y/N." Peter speaks up in that overly innocent voice of his, eyes never leaving your face before he diverts his attention back to MJ who doesn't even give you a glance. When had he ever not called you by a nickname? Was that something he started doing when she showed up, calling you by your formal first name? 

Give peace a chance

You fall into the routine. Distracting yourself with the less obsessed with each other couples and the singles in your group, dancing and mingling, sipping punch and snacking on crackers and chips and dip. It was nice. For once you didn't feel like you had to distract yourself from them. It was natural. Grooving along as a few slow songs replace the upbeat ones you were grooving to and joining the loners on the benches brought back that overwhelming dull feeling you had whenever you watched Peter with his girlfriend. The way he swayed, arms wrapped around her waist, forehead pressed to hers. What it's like to be Ned and Betty, unphased by the fact that your best friend is so helplessly in love with someone else while all you can do is suffer in silence being in love with them. You swallow back the tears and the lump in your throat at the thought of Peter marrying her, having kids with her, and you being alone forever. You have to look away. Downing a few more glasses of punch, Betty and Ned strike up a conversation, letting you forget about the searing jealousy within you. And it's back to the dancing soon enough. 

Peter and MJ are comfortable enough that her back presses to his chest and he wraps his arms around her and they sway, singing together. Her smile is bright and so is his and it kills you. 

Let the fear you have fall away

She turns to him, a faint squeak sounding along the polished floor since she's worn tennis shoes and his smile widens when she says something to him. 

You've been in love with Peter since Kindergarten, you're pretty sure. He's always been adorable and of course you've always tried to chalk it down to him just being like a brother to you, but it's so much more. You've never realized how much you really do love him. He's been by your side, he's helped you through personal and work related issues, he's confided in you when it came down to Spider-Man and the emotional toll it was taking on him. He leaned on you and you let him, and you held back the tears until he couldn't hurt you or comfort you. He was oblivious and you seemed fine with it but if he knew, you knew he'd hate himself and he'd beg for your forgiveness, but he surely would never make you what she is to him. Their relationship is too powerful and he doesn't like you like that. It would never happen. Maybe it's because he's never had to save you. You've never put yourself in harm's way. 

I've got my eye on you

As you watch, with his strong arms wrapped around her, he leans in the same way she does and they kiss, so softly you can practically see how in love they are. You've never seen them kiss and you could really have gone without it. 

You glance away but the heartbreak is already setting in. Your breaths are short, chest tight, eyes stinging as you fight the tears. 

What hurts the most is that you'll never be her for him. He has someone he loves while you obsess over him. You have no one now, and he has everything he's ever wanted. Sure, you're happy for him, but it still kills you. 

Turning, Betty reaches out to hold your wrist, eyebrows knitting together at the look on your face, 

"Hey, what's the matter?" You shake your head,

"N-nothing. I need… I need fresh air." 

"I'll go with-"

"No!" The outburst draws all kinds of eyes to you including MJ's and Peter's, his eyebrows knitting together. Betty jumps as if she's been stung and her eyes widen just a little, Peter straightening up as a tear slides down the side of your nose, "I just… I need to be alone." 

I've got my eye on you

You dart away from the group, your heels clicking along the polished wood floor until you're pushing into the halls. The music is muffled behind the closed doors, allowing you to drop down to the floor and sob. The cracking in your chest is so damn painful. It feels like any moment, your heart will disconnect itself and leave your body to avoid the pain. 

The tears splash off the floor and you'd hate to see how your makeup looks but you don't think you're going back in there. You can't will yourself to convince people you're fine. Especially not your group of friends. As you're picking yourself up from the floor, the doors behind you burst open and Peter emerges, reaching out for your arm. He doesn't realize it when you pull it out of his reach, 

"What happened? Are you hurt?" You shake your head, brushing your tears from under your eyes, 

"I'm fine." 

"You don't really expect me to believe that do you? You're crying at prom, in the middle of the hallway." He states like its the most obvious thing. You swallow, 

"I just need air." 

"Okay… I'll go with you." 

"No, I need to be alone." 

"I've known you my whole life and I know you hate being alone." If he thinks he knows you so well, why doesn't he realize he's the one causing you so much pain? 

"There's a lot I don't like Peter." 

"What do you mean? Y/N, what's going on with you?" He asks. 

Say yes to heaven

Turning to him, you stare into those cool brown eyes, eyes that have always calmed you and you can't help it. Your lip quivers, 

"You don't always have to understand what's going on with Peter. I can handle myself." 

"You know I believe you, but you don't have to hide it. You can tell me anything. I'm your best friend and I would kill for you." If only that were true. I mean… you'd never wish death on her but… it'd be easier. It'd lessen your panic. You shake your head, 

"It's fine Peter. Just… go back inside." You turn to start away from him but he has so much that tells him your every move. Not only, as a normal human, can he read you like an open book, but with this new superhuman power thing, he senses when something is wrong. His face shows it, 

"I'm not leaving you. Especially with all that… suicide, drunk driving crazy crap going on that surrounds prom. You're storming out of there for no reason, crying and I… you shouldn't be alone." 

"Peter-" 

"No, talk to me! I'm your best friend and I am not going to let you die and have to tell your parents, your family, our friends that I didn't do anything to protect you." He yells. He really thinks this is a call for help, and it is, but not that way. You scoff, wondering how boys are so oblivious, glancing at him as you lean against the handrail behind you.

Say yes to me

"You really wanna know?" You ask him softly. He nods, moving in closer, 

"Of course. I hate seeing you in so much pain." He tells you. Your smile is sinister because he's so damn stupid. Closing your eyes and rubbing a hand across your face, you sigh, 

"I like you." Is all you state at first. He frowns, eyes glancing down at the floor. He's confused because he likes you too but he would never think you like him that way unless it was directly stated, "I've liked you since we were kids. And yeah, I'm so, so, so happy for you for having a girlfriend that loves you and you love her, but that doesn't mean it doesn't hurt for me. You'll never love me like that and that's fine but… I can't just watch you guys be in love. It fucking kills me." You explain to him. His mouth hangs open in shock and you cross your arms, 

"I can't pretend to be fine around you guys. You and Ned got girlfriends and all and yeah, maybe I could get a boyfriend and it would hurt less but you know I love your personality and I always have and I don't know that anyone will ever come close to that. So now I'm alone and I'm not going to take you from her to pity me so I don't really… have a best friend anymore. If I want to be around you I guess I can just come find you and be a third wheel." You tell him. 

Say yes to heaven

You watch his eyes change. He's panicking a little, 

"Are you saying… you don't wanna be friends anymore?" 

"It's not that we can't, it's that I… I don't know if I have it in me to put up this facade. I'm not telling you to give her up, I'm just saying… I think… now that we're about to split up for college… maybe it's time to start doing it now. I- it hurts too bad and I just… I can't." 

"Y/N, please don't do this. You've been my best friend for decades. Why can't we just… I mean… I can figure out how to split my time between the two of you." 

"No you can't. That's not fair to her and I'm not going to do that to you two. It's just better if I move on. I'll probably go to California for college anyways. It's for the best to separate ourselves now." You conclude. You don't know what will hurt worse, but after a while, you'll hurt less moving on without him. He takes another step forward, 

"Y/N, c'mon, you can't do this." 

"I won't ruin your life and I won't hurt myself because I have a selfish little crush on you I would've never acted on." You tell him. You stand and stare at each other before you stand and brush your tears from beneath your eyes, sighing,

"You're destined for greatness Peter Parker and it would've happened eventually. Now just gives me a reason to start." You tell him, voice shaky. His face softens, 

"I don't wanna lose you." He says, his voice just as shaky. You shrug, crossing your arms and preparing yourself to walk away from your best friend for the last time. You sigh, 

"I'm not going back in there. This is kinda… it. I have to go home."

"At least let me take you." 

Say yes to me

"No! You have a girlfriend in there and I'm not going to let you! Goddammit Peter, I have to get away from you, don't you get that? I can't be what I need to and it hurts too much. Just… fuck off." The look on his face is pure pain. He hates that you're abandoning him. And maybe you should be forced to settle as just his friend, but you can't. You can't sit back and watch them be happy together. The pain is unbearable. They're better off without you and your selfish jealousy. He's better off without you, 

"Y/N, don't do this. You're just as important as MJ, I can't go without talking to you. Please." You hold up a hand as he nears you again. You stare into each other's eyes, tears in both sets. You shake your head, 

"I'll never be more to you than her. Maybe when we were kids but… we're different now." 

"Y/N-" You shake your head again, swallowing the lump. You know he feels the same way you do. The pure dread of giving up your best friend because the love you feel for him is just too strong, "please." He whispers. It breaks your heart further as you meet his eyes again and sniffle, 

"Goodbye Peter." You say. And you turn your back, and walk away from your ex-best friend. And it stings. But hopefully it will keep your heart in your body staying away from him. God you hope so.

[lawslessons]

So I read your rules and saw your requests were open 😊 can I ask for Sanji X Reader oneshot/HC where they are having one sided feelings for that cook from a long time but this person doesn't even notice. Angst with happy ending please. Im a sucker for angst and happy endings. Please ignore this if you are not interested. 💜 take care!

Sanji x Reader: Just a Glance

Yes! I am so happy you requested this! I had an amazing time writing this and I hope you enjoyed this!

Warnings: Minor Angst

Synopsis: Thrown away looks and sympathetic smiles, that was all the chef wad able to offer them for the longest time. The longer they were forgotten by the chef, the more desperate and fearful they became and the harder they seemed to fall for the oblivious, love sick man. But through a twist of fate and a simple glance, will their destiny being to not look so bleak?

They sat across the table from him and watched as he doted on the women that were there. The hearts in his eyes thumped rhythmically as he served the women who didn’t even acknowledge the chef’s existence. Nami and Robin didn’t seem to notice the chef’s affections, but they did. And god, they wished that were them. If Sanji were to approach them like that, they knew that would melt, combust, explode. Their heart would swell up and they knew they would be no better than the chef in front of them. But that wasn’t how things worked now, was it? The chef turned over his shoulder and shared a small glance at the person who was staring at him from across the room. They sighed dreamily and watched as the chef turned away, he seemed to not notice their affliction. Or was it because he didn’t care? If that was the case, they didn’t blame him. After all, he was a powerful man, someone who could get whatever he wanted very easily, and that was something that upset them sometimes. Why would he want to settle for someone like them when he could have any other woman or person in the world? This had been going on for quite some time. They would always try and do their best to get Sanji to look over at them, acknowledge them in the same way he did the girls. Were they so different from them?

They remembered their first encounter with the chef. When they were recruited by the boisterous captain, a party was held in their honor. While everyone was talking and playing games, they had noticed that someone was missing from the group, yet all this food was appearing constantly. After putting two and two together, they decided to venture away from the party and over to the second floor of the ship where they saw the chef preparing food for everyone. They lingered at the door and took in the breathtaking sight. The blonde chef took in a deep breathe of his cigarette and looked down at the pans in front of him. While there was a lot there, nothing seemed to be messy. His swift and dexterous hands moved efficiently around the stove and mixed, stirred, flipped and turned the food. There was a small bead of sweat that dripped down the side of his forehead and onto his cheek but he was quick to wipe it away. He didn’t seem to notice the wide, impressed stare he was being given across the room. The chef rolled his sleeves up and used a hand to brush part of his hair up before he continued with his cooking, he was focused, nothing seemed to be distracting him and he looked like the type of man who would get disturbed by any disruption. So out of respect for his craft, they left the kitchen with a red face. They leaned back against the kitchen door and felt their heart beginning to thump rather sporadically against their chest. When they placed their hand on their chest and felt the poor organ struggling to relax, they smiled. This was the start of something wonderful, wasn’t it?

Wrong. Completely wrong.

The look Sanji was giving the other women who were there was making that painfully obvious for them. It took all inside of them to resist saying anything, doing anything. What would it take for him to finally notice them? The women seemed to notice their friend’s affliction quite some time ago and had a plan for it in place. The women saw it as a perfect plan which could get the love-sick cook off their back and give their friend the attention they so craved from their crush.

“Oi, Luffy? Sanji? Why don’t we all play a game?” Nami suggested as she gently traced her finger along the lip of her glass. Sanji grinned and bounced over to Nami’s side before he clasped his hand into one of her’s.

“Yes! Anything for you,” Sanji said with a large grin on their face. Perfect. Nami smirked over at Robin who looked over at their confused friend. What were they all plotting? No matter what it was, they had to admit that they were curious and wanted to be a part of it. So they reluctantly moved over to the table and watched as Nami clapped her friends when the group all gathered.

“These are the rules, we all have to sit in a circle and we will spin a bottle. Whoever the bottle lands on has to go into the closet and read off a question assigned to them by the group,” Nami explained.

“Isn’t that just seven minutes in heaven without the heaven?” Franky asked, Robin kicked his leg under the table with a small smile on her face. “Yow! Why did you do that?” Franky frowned to which Robin chuckled and gently brushed her dark hair over her tan shoulder.

“Anyways, like I was saying, that’s the game we’re playing and if any of you have a problem with that, I don’t wanna hear it,” Nami stated before she went to lead the way over to the main deck so they could all sit in a comfortable circle. Once everyone was situated, Sanji brought out an empty sake bottle and placed it in the middle of the circle before he went ti sit next to Franky. Excited about getting this started, Franky grabbed the bottle and spun it. Much to his surprise, it landed on Zoro. Zoro looked at the bottle in some concern but stood up and went to go into the cramped closet with Franky. Some yelling was heard, but when both of the men came out they didn’t look angry at one another, in fact they both looked rather pleased with each other.

“We are never talking about that again though, ok?” Franky frowned at the swordsman who just rolled his eyes with a small smirk on his face. The whole crew was left wondering what had happened in the closet. The other rounds were uneventful. Robin went with Usopp and Chopper went with Nami while Brook went with their captain. All that seemed to be left was them and Sanji. And Robin knew this. The cunning woman watched as the spun the bottle and used his devil fruit abilities to make the bottle stop on the chef. She watched with a pleased expression on her face as her friend looked shocked and then terrified.

“Look’s like you two are up,” Nami grinned as she watched the confused chef and their friend stand up and slowly make their way to the closet. When they were both inside, they both finally realized just how cramped the space was, neither of them knew how Zoro and Franky were even able to sit in here.

“What’s the question?” They asked Sanji. The chef looked down into his suit’s pocket and pulled out a small slip of paper before he began to read over it.

“What’s your biggest fear?” Sanji asked with a small frown, “How are we supposed to answer this in seven minutes?” He asked, they couldn’t help but smile a bit at that. He never understood, did he? Perhaps that was their biggest fear.

“I know mine,” They shared as they rested their back against the wall and sighed. Sanji lit a cigarette and watched them in some curiosity, “But I want to hear yours first,” They said with a small grin.

“You drive a hard bargain,” Sanji dryly laughed as he blew out the toxic smoke into the communal air and sighed. “Never being good enough for someone,” he shared, that came as a surprise to them for sure.

“What do you mean?” They found themselves asking him.

“Relationships and stuff I suppose, I guess I always go around to other women and people because I guess I never expect myself to be good enough for one single person. Sound’s pretty shitty, doesn’t it?” Sanji asked them.

“It kinda does,” They admitted which made the chef laugh. They smiled when they heard the sweet music of Sanji’s voice reach their ears. “Now I guess I should say mine, right?” They asked Sanji to which the chef nodded. He seemed to be a lot more relaxed now that his secret was out of the way. “Having the person I love never loving me back,” they explained with a sad smile on their face. Sanji once again looked confused, it shocked them how dense he actually could be in moments like this.

“Love? You love someone?” Sanji asked just as the door was being opened by Robin’s hand.

“It doesn’t matter I suppose, I know he’ll never love me back,” They said before they left the closet and looked at all of their friends sitting in the circle still. “I’m feeling tired, I think I’m going to sleep early,” They announced as they went to leave. And unbeknownst to them, Sanji looked over at them with a concerned look. 

He was up for the rest of the night, pacing round the kitchen and saying goodnight to the rest of the crew. It was quiet for the whole night, but there was one thing that broke the silence. He heard a door opening somewhere on the ship, and when he poked his head out of the kitchen, he caught sight of them standing by the railing of the ship and looking out into the night sky with a small smile on their face. Sanji was now the one who found himself staring at them and taking in their features. He supposed the thing that surprised him the most, made him the most worried was the sad look in their eyes. Those bright, beautiful eyes were illuminated by the stream of tears that flowed onto equally beautiful cheeks. The chef couldn’t bear to watch them stand out in the cold air with such a despairing look on their face. He stepped out of the kitchen and removed his suit jacket and went up behind them. He blew out some of the smoke in his mouth as he dropped the fabric over their shoulders and watched as they turned to face him.

“I can’t sleep because of you,” Sanji shared, he watched as their face suddenly pinked and Sanji slowly began to put the pieces together. But he needed to be sure about this before he did anything. “I guess you’re awake for the same reason too, right?“ Sanji asked as he crossed his arms over his chest to keep himself warm for as long as possible. They hugged the jacket closer to themself and looked away from the chef. Sanji reached his hand forward and gently touched their chin with his finger and led their face to look him in his exposed eye. “You can be honest with me,” He assured them.

“Yes,” They found themselves saying without even realizing what was coming out of their mouth.

“Yes?” Sanji asked as his hand moved to cup their cheek. He felt his heart skip when they relaxed under his touch. Was this happening? He just talked about his fear with them a couple of hours ago, and now here they were, so close to dissipating their fears. “I’m scared of you, what you’re doing to me,” Sanji admitted as he pulled his hand away and stuffed his hands rather ungracefully in his dress pant’s pockets.

“What am I doing to you?” They asked with a sudden frown. They removed the jacket from their shoulders and shoved it back into Sanji’s arms. “You’re acting as if this is all my fault, do you realize what all you’ve done to me? How much I’ve suffered because of you?” They asked as they stepped back, their hands and feet practically hugging onto the rail. “You’re so blind, Sanji! You are everything I want and everything I’m scared of at the same time! I can’t take it!” They snapped as they dug their nails into the wood and looked up at Sanji with pitiful eyes. Sanji was in shock, his cigarette fell against the deck as he watched them cry and break down in front of him. Sanji didn’t know how to handle this, them. He never had to deal with something like this and it caught him off guard, he was shocked and felt as if he was punched when he finally came to a serious realization.

“I’m your fear?” Sanji suddenly asked.

“Yes! You Id—“ They were quickly cut off when Sanji pulled them into a hug and held them close and tight to himself. They stopped talking and looked at the chef with wide eyes as they were suddenly being kissed. Sparks flew and they both knew that what they were feeling was real and raw and powerful.

“I don’t want you to have to fear me,” Sanji said as he pulled them closer and hid his face against their hair and sighed. “You don’t need to fear me anymore, I’m yours, I want to be yours. I was so blind until now,” Sanji confessed as he looked down at the person in front of him. They wiped their tears away and felt their jaw drop just a bit, Sanji confessed to them, was this a dream?

“Me?”

“Yes! You, only you,” Sanji assured them with a small smile. “Only you…”

“Only me.” They mumbled, “What changed your mind?” They asked, they were genuinely confused, they didn’t understand how he could be so certain about all of this.

“I just had to open my eyes and look at what was in front of me… it took a glance.” Sanji smiled. They found themselves smiling at what the chef had said and dryly laughed at the irony of the situation, that was how they knew they liked Sanji. Loved him. Fell for him. And god, they were falling even harder now. As the sea breeze blew Sanji’s hair out of his face, they instantly knew that what they were feeling was safe and good. They no longer had to worry about their biggest fear, they had someone to protect their heart, and all it took was a glance.

[lvanter]

note: lmao good to see y’all as promised (i didn’t actually promise lol) here a more detailed version also this is like a mix of past tense and present sdfgjskafghs

warning: usual 7mih stuff, which means suggestive stuff, swearing, i call jisung a bitch but that’s a given, and call you a bitch but yk that’s also a given JUST KIDDING I LOVE YOU i also call seungmin a bitch

wc: 2.4 (almost 5)k sdgshsjshhshsjjahhss

“ seven minutes in heaven ”

chan

okay i have something to say chan is a shy boy and would not know how to talk to his crush without stuttering and having red cheeks okay let’s proceed.

chan would be a nervous wreck—almost tripping when he stood up to follow you into changbins way-too-big closet.

and this is chan so if he was like in love with you he would most definitely be too shy to start anything, and if you were shy too: the two of you would stand in silence until the seven minutes was up

but like if you’re a confident bub, or just knew he liked you; you were like why not have some fun yk??

and by fun i mean taking small steps towards him; like so small he doesn’t notice you’re getting closer until he can feel your breath on his skin.

you put your hand on his chest; it was lowkey innocent but chan went feral

his breath hitched and his cheeks went RED, because what the fuck why the fuck are you so fucking close (name) please i have a family you can’t kill me like this i only want to die being suffocated by your thighs

“channie? is this okay?” you whispered to him, your mouth Right By His Ear

“....y-yes……” he managed after like a minute of silence.

he could feel you draw figures and move your fingers up and down on his chest, praying you couldn’t feel how fast his heart was beating.

while it was fun seeing him trying to speak and it only coming out as a weak stutter, you did kind of feel bad for the guy

because like he’s in love with you and you’re teasing him like this

you took a step back just as jisungs voice came “SEVEN MINUTES ARE UP!”

you walked out first, leaving chan standing alone in the closet with a raging boner a fast beating heart and you on his mind

minho

minho is somehow a cocky little fucker and babie at the same time.

when the bottle landed on you after he spun it, a smile spread across his face.

he (LiSten) he took your hand, making everyone else holler and scream as he led you into the closet.

but like he’s a respectful boi and doesn’t wanna make you uncomfortable so he keeps his distance.

but yk it's kind of cold in the closet and your shirt is fortunately unfortunately thin.

you run your hands up and down your arms to get some warmth, and minho is immediately like “are you cold? we could hug so you get warmer? should we hug? i just don’t want you to get cold,”

“minho,” you giggled, and minho's heart just fucking stopped working because your giggle is a godsend sound and he wants to hear it everyday from now on and till he dies, “we can hug,”

minho just gently wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close. your arms automatically went around him and not saying you had never felt safer but you had never felt safer.

(minho decided he wants to hold you like this everyday)

when the “THE SEVEN MINUTES ARE UP!” yell came, minho kissed you softly on your forehead and walked out with your hand in his. (++ his heart in your hands) (gross romance)

changbin

binnie ?? did you mean a babie ?? yes !! binnie babie !! binnie shy babie ?? yes !! binnie shy babie !!

when the bottle landed on him he went :o

you’re the love of his life ??? he’s gonna be in a closet with you ???? you’re lowkey meant to kiss ????? ma’am ???? what the fuck ????????????

he’s a easy-to-fluster boy so if he even can smell your perfume (or deodorant) he's gonna get a boner go feral

maybe he knows you have a crush on him too and maybe he wants to have the upper hand for once so maybe he leans closer to you so you get flustered

and maybe his eyes fall on your lips and god they look so kissable and he wants to know how they feel he bit his lip as he looks at yours

he doesn’t even register you’re looking at him until…. “changbin? why’re you staring at me?”

he goes red like tomatoes from my grandmother's garden red (which is pretty fucking red)

oh god he’s stuttering trying to come up with an excuse “y-you…you..you have… have something on your face,” he blurted out very quickly—you almost couldn’t understand what he was saying

“how do you know? you can barely see anything in here,” you giggle (why giggle SDGSSJ) and changbin feels his soul leave his body

next thing you fucking know seo changbin is kissing you he honestly tried to hold himself back but when you giggled he went ‘fuck it’

“THE SEVEN MINUTES ARE UP! IF Y’ALL AREN’T DATING YET WE AREN'T LETTING YOU OUT!”

hyunjin

mother fucking hwang hyunjin okay

hyunjin is a confident flirt until you flirt with him if you flirt with him while he’s flirting with you he will combust

when the closet door closed he honestly felt confident and made you flustered by making suggestive comments and standing just a biiiiiiit too close to you and oh god his hand is on your arm

he kept going making you flustered and feel like you were gonna explode like your mind went blank

but then you get some brain back and you’re like wait a minute i should flirt with him and then he’ll get a boner die! great!

wait no!!!!!!!!

you run your fingers softly over his arm, just slightly so he can feel your fingers are there and he goes red

hyunjin: flirts with you

you: flirts back

hyunjin: (=･□･=)

you’re being mean to him!!!! he’s supposed to mean to you!!!!!! what is this!!!!!?????? a fanfiction??????

“you okay there, hyunnie?” you smile teasingly, resting your palm on his face, feeling how hot it is (rly fucn hot)

you moved closer to him, your lips now really close to his neck h e c a n f e e l y o u r b r e a t h i n g o n h i s n e c k w h a t t h e f u c k r i c h a r d

just as you’re about to put your lips on his neck— “THE SEVEN MINUTES ARE UP!”

you pulled away with a teasing chuckle, kissing his cheek “that was nice we should do that again sometime,”

jisung

ah yes han jisung; a confident hot mess

so like he’s a cocky bastard but he’s also a babie who will die if you catch him off guard

the entire night he’s been hoping the bottle would land on you and he could get a chance to kiss you in the dark like he’s dreamt of doing for like the past 7 months

when he spun the bottle and it did land on you he deadass threw his fist in the air in victory (you went: °＿° )

jisung made sure to wink at you when you walked into the closest. (to like clarify: it wasn’t making you uncomfortable or anything you’re very good friends and joke like that all the time SDGHSJ)

the door close and jisung goes “just you and me, baby,” because he’s a little bitch who wants to kill you like that

(jisung; “we have all the time in the world”

you: “we only have seven minutes?????”)

he was being a little bitch and teased you so much just standing a little too close, touching you lightly, he's probably flirting with you but like whispering the words directly into your ear (it’s lowkey gross but jisungs hot so you don’t say anything sdghJkssgjss)

by this point (which is 5 minutes in) you’re a m e s s; face: hot ears: hot heart: beating way faster than what is considered healthy and jisung is just proud he made you this flustered

his hand is caressing your cheek so he can feel how hot it is that bitch

but like then felix yells “THERES 2 MINUTES LEFT!” and you’re like “haha what if i,,,,,teased the fuck out of this bitch boy,,,,,???? yeah i’m gonna do it

so you slowly take his hand from your face and intertwine your fingers and jisung is like haha???? what???? but you’re also a bitch so you don’t care

you run your fingers all over his biceps and telling him stuff like “jisungie, you’re so strong,” because you know what it does to him jisung has a praise kink

so obviously jisung flushes red but before he can get anymore flustered felix becomes his savior with his way too loud yell “THE SEVEN MINUTES ARE UP!”

felix

felix……….felix lee…….lee yongbok……. i lowkey think minho calls him yongbok because he finds it too difficult to pronounce felix lol

felix….. babie…………..felix…..shy..babie …….felix…..best boy……………….felix… owner of my heart……..

like i said in the other thingy felix is kinda hard to place because like yeah he’s babie but he’s also from down there where being called a cunt is a compliment

but most importantly he’s babie and a shy babie that is

okay when the bottle lands on you felix is already sweating bullets and he’s so so so so so scared you can smell it sdghsjs

he tries to keep distance in the closet and make space between the two of you (more for his sanity than yours)

he probably makes small talk (felix is definitely the type of person to talk about the weather with a stranger at a bus stop) asking you stuff like “how are you?” “anything interesting happen lately?” “do you know about my giant crush on you?” “yes”

you make the first move you move closer to him until he can feel you. you run your fingers through his hair to get him worked up

“your hair is so soft, lix,”

“t-th-thank-thank you, i s-stole the shampoo from hyunji-hyunjin”

you laugh slightly at that because can he get more adorable yes

you brush some hair out of his face with a teasing smile and felix is just like ready to die

you know about his crush on you seeing as he isn’t very good at keeping it a secret — the way he looks at you for a bit too long than everybody else and the way his cheeks turn red whenever you talk to him

he’s very obvious lol

you brushed your lips against his, hearing how his breath hitches. your arms around his neck playing with his hair because you’re mean ://

you keep brushing your lips against his and he is just ready to see the light if you don’t fucking press your lips against his completely- oh fuck are you actually gonna do it??!?!!!!!?????!!?????

your lips are so close to his. they’re touching but not pressed together now. oh my god oh my god oh my go-“THE SEVEN MINUTES ARE UP!”

seungmin

the dandiest boy yes

seungmin is a playful person even more so with his crush (aka u)

he’s always teasing you n calling you an idiot

now seungmin is a meanie and knows you have a crush on him and trust me babe he uses it to his full advantage (HE DOESNT TAKE ADVANTAGE OF YOU SCHFGJJDKS I MEAN LIKE HE TEASES YOU A LOT BECAUSE HE KNOWS IT MAKES YOU DIE SFSHSJS)

and trust me bois it’s even worse in a small closet

he closes the closet door after asking u if you’re ready for the dark because his mother raised him to be a gentleman

he makes sure to stand close beside you, his hand brushing against yours all the time it makes you want to hold his hand goddamnit seungmin !! let me hold your hand!!!!!!!!!

your breath get shaky when he moves you so you’re facing him instead of the inside of the door. he fucking Listen this bitch kim seungmin fucking begins running his fingers slowly and softly over your lipsssssjsjhsHhshwhaajHSHAHSHAJJAWJ

and you’re over here like (=･0･=) seungmin you bitch

he’s teasing you the entire time leaning close to you to see how flustered you look actually finally takes your hand holding it tightly in his making your heart go boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom what no i didn’t copy paste the lyrics

“you okay there, angel?”

t h a t b i t c h

“wh-what? y-y-ye-yeah im...im..im fine…. haha why- why wouldn’t -why wouldn’t i be…? haha…” no don’t make me flustered your so sexy aha

god he’s embarrassing you

he actually fucking actually peaks your lips to which you let out a small sqeak to which he fucking laughed at you that bitch

“THE SEVEN MINUTES ARE UP!”

jeongin

jeongin is the actual devil don’t be fooled by his cute face

aright so my boy jeongin is in love with you and have been for like 9 months

why doesn’t he confess you may ask and i’m gonna reply it’s because he’s a coward

he knows jisung hyunjin felix n seungmin planned for him to end up in the closet with u even before it happened

they were all up in his business before they left the dorm all like “make sure your lips aren’t chapped you may have to kiss someone wink wink” yes jisung did say wink wink out loud and shit like that

so when the bottle landed on you he couldn’t say he was surprised lol he did give the middle finger to the four as he walked into the closet

“so….what should we do for the next seven minutes?” he asked you, surprisingly calm he was surprised at how calm he sounded sfghdkshdk

i said surprised too much

despite how calm he sounded he wasn’t calm at all; his hands were sweatier than they had ever been and his heart was beating far to fast

he can barely look at you for too long without turning red as a tomato so imagine how he feels when he’s locked in a closet with you

“well we could do what they expect us to,”

oh you bitch

jeongin flushed red, ears and cheeks heating up to an alarming warmth like earth

“y-you me-mea-mean k-kiss-kiss?”

“hmm,” you confirmed, cupping his face making him go feral because of fuck oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck you’re so close to him oh fuck oh fuck

you do actually kiss lol — you slowly lean close to him giving him a chance to back away. you stop just before your lips touch

“we don’t have to,” you whisper.

H E C A N F E E L Y O U R B R E A T H O N H I S L I P S HELLO POLICE???

“i-i want...i want to…” and with that your lips are on his and his heart just goes AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

“THE SEVEN MINUTES ARE UP! YALL BETTER BE DATING!”

[dukevividwriting]

The1 and The 2

''They're coming."

He looked down at the woman in his arms, her raven hair on his chest and panther black eyes meeting his chocolate gaze. "Think they'll listen to reason?"

Her grin was apologetic.

Pressing her lips to his before climbing out of his hold and their bed. Her brown skin shone in the greenish moonlight that entered their small cottage as she stretched, putting both her muscles and scars on display before reaching to get a pair of shorts and flowing robe top.

-Smack-

"Hey, handsy." She turned to her companion with a smirk, enjoying the hit on their bottom, "you do realize. I'm most likely going to get into a fight, right?"

"Oh! Most definitely." He grinned, rubbing his whiskered chin, "and if you do and get hurt. I get to treat your wounds, number 2."

She shook her head with a sigh at his chuckle. Grabbing her crimson star hilt blade and a silver circle locket, she turned to give him another kiss. "I'll be back. Hopefully not bloody...or at least not with my blood."

"You know I can go out instead, right? You can sit and watch me do my thing."

"Hhhm~mmm." Her purring had the intended effect of eliciting excitement, "I would love to but..." She nodded to his shield and the golden heart-shaped locket resting upon it.

"You are the strongest on the planet- the number 1 with the golden heart and, you know, the legend, the rules. Only the number 2 can challenge the number 1."

"Then wouldn't you be the true number 1? Since you stole my heart?" 1 licked their lips as 2 crawled on their bed and straddled their waist.

"I think you just like submitting to a strong woman." she smiled carnally, feeling him tremble under her.

"Do love a woman who can kick my ass, and you always have me on my back."

"True, but you love it." She gave 1 a peck, "They're a number of them."

She was better at sensing danger than he was. " You think it's all them from earlier?"

"From the black market, maybe." She shrugged. "They were looking at your locket pretty hard, shouldn't be a long bout, though." She grinned dangerously, "enough for a midnight workout..."She bit her lips, looking at the number 1, "get that nice blood flowing."

He looked at her as she climbed off his body. A little annoyed and aroused at 2's tone and demeanor.

"You can't be all flirty and carnal before fighting and causing carnage!" 1 complained, a light blush across his face. "That just gonna make me wanna keep you with me."

She chuckled, and as she was about to respond...

"Bearer of the golden locket! We know you are in there! Come out!"

2 placed her hand over her face, indicating that their enemies were wearing facemasks.

"Guess they aren't used to the smog-less air." 1 whispered, getting an affirmative point from 2.

“Makes this soo~oo. Much easier, if a bit less exciting though.” 2 snickered, “I’ll be back. You stay pretty.”

1 watched her walk out of their room and listen as her feet glided down the corridor. His ears twitched to the sound of the sugar cane flap lifting. The summer night air crept in immediately.

“Good evening, ladies, gentlemen, and...others. What can I do for you tonight?”

1 listened as 2's charming voice called across the field, already imagining her leaning upon her blade bent forward.

“Not here for you, woman.” an older husky voice spoke.

“That much is obvious….”

“Woman, do you know who you are bedding? The importance of his locket?”

It took 1 everything he had not to laugh at the question. If anyone on this smog-filled, savage planet knew the importance of his locket, it was 2.

“It's just a locket, sir."

"...Don't patronize us. We know what we saw. That is old-world metal. Pure, pre-planetary calamity."

Well, he wasn't wrong. Their lockets were made from elements predating the end and restart of earth's civilization. Before the eco-systemic calamity that gave birth to atmospheric pressure, none changing climates, shorter planetary revolutions, natural smog areas, the advent of animalistic human hybrids, and legends.

Legends like the two lockets.

“Sir, I implore you, his locket is the same material as your Antium mask-”

The next thing 1 heard was something crashing against the outer wall of their hideaway, whirling and digging its way through before still silence.

“That was uncalled for, SIR.”

1 trembled at the cold sharpness of 2’s pitch. He could already see her face, stone and steady, left index lingering at her sword hilt.

“We might seem to be a little brash, but I don’t know if you are aware of the legend surrounding the lockets of power.”

“The lockets of power? Oh, you're referring to the heart of heaven and the circle of earth lockets, correct?”

1 chuckled, hearing the slight mockery on her tongue. He grinned, getting from their bed to peek at the confrontation from one of the corridor windows.

In his sights, upon the stone path leading to their getaway surrounded by the black grass plains, stood four would-be challengers adorned with beastly respirators of yellow, with aluminum like armor of green, known as Antium. The same material their mask was made of.

Their weapons were primarily clubs of steelix, and their leader had a six-chamber pistol that shot scorching pellets of the same metal. That alone told them they were bandits from a bandit area. Maybe a troupe of mercs or treasure hunters if they are looking for legends.

“You. You know about them?” The supposed leader spoke, shock in his throat.

“I’m quite aware of the legend.” 2 began with soft velvet, “The golden heart of Heaven. Legends say the one who bears this locket is the strongest. Chosen by the gods of our savage existence, the bearer will be fated to be prosperous for all time, the world secrets laid bare...When the time of their return arrives."

"You are familiar with it."

"Quite, everyone knows of the gold heart, but ignore the silver circle. Despite its immense importance to the legend."

"Gold...Silver…?"

"Yes. The respective metals of the locket." 2 grinned cheekily at the confusion. "You know, challenging the heart without the circle is paramount to sin."

"I heard of it...No one even knows if that part of the legend is true, and if it is, it's best to avoid looking for such a cursed item." The masked man admonished, "always being hunted, always on guard. The role of the circle...The second, is a curse."

"And because of that fear, you chose to hunt who you believe to be, the first...The strongest, unlawfully? Without proof of your strength? Of right?" 2 arched her left brow.

"It's not fear...It's opportunity." The masked man argued, "The first is right in front of us; why shouldn't we take their head? Their place? Who would turn away from such a chance?"

"A...chance?" 2 inquired, "you see this as a chance." 2 stood still before laughing out loud, mockingly.

"Sir, please turn back...live your life...Forget the legend."

The quadrant of bandits felt a chill down their spines at 2's warning.

"You do not have the ability to be number one, nor the right to challenge them."

"Which means I was right my assum-"

"Your greed isn't worth your life." 2 interrupted, "leave until you live the life of the second...Then come back and challenge the first."

"The second doesn't exist!" The man explained, "and even if it did. Who knows where on this horrid planet they are or who bears the circle?!"

"So much fright on your tongue...Could you have met the second before?"

2's face was nearly split by her smile. Seeing the bandits glare as they aim their pistol at her, trembling slightly.

"Woman, move out of our way. We're not here for you, just the one. We have no quarrel, no aggression against you."

"But...You do...You're trying to challenge the number 1; the heart, without right..."

"Assassinate…" the man corrected.

"Without walking the path of the circle...The Silver...The monster." 2 reached into her robe.

"No…" The man stepped back, fear in his eyes as they locked to the pure silver locket reflecting the moonlight in 2's hand. " You're...the second?"

"That I am…"2 smirked, placing the chain of locket over her head, letting the circle lay between her breasts. "I have been for ten years," she walked forward, a maniacal grin on her face, "and for three of those years...I've laid with and lived with the first."

"Why haven't you killed the first...take their place?" The bandit yelled, "Take their life...Like you did my family?!"

-Bang!-

The pistol fired another pellet. A whirling red hot sphere flew past the second harmlessly.

"Because I am not a believer of fate, of destiny, and legacy."

-Bang!-Bang!-Bang!-Bang!-

Four more shots.

"ARRGH! MY SHOULDER!"

One hit.

"Davion!" 2 yelled, concerned, turning around.

The wrong target, a wasted shot.

The bandits took the chance to attack, each taking a swing with their clubs from behind.

Maybe it was the change in air pressure, the feel of their clubs swinging, or the slight sound of their steps, but it didn't matter.

2's ear twitched. Her left hand moved. Her cutlass was unleashed.

Eight wrists flew, and four lives ended.

All in the time, a cloud passed over the moonlight.

The leader watched in anger as 2 wiped her face and complained about the bloodstains on their robe, already forgetting about him and his team; walking back to her cottage waving, where the first, a man of the same tone greeted her with a kiss—a heart locket around his neck.

Their happiness...One of a monster and a god… At the top of this savage world was the last thing he saw.

[bgn846]

The Niflheim Experiment Chapter 15

 Winning the fight against Ardyn was a major turning point in the brewing tensions between Lucis and Niflheim. The empire with all of its bravado and fancy tech seemed to have imploded overnight. It wasn’t until a few things had come to light regarding how magitek actually worked, did things begin to make sense. Someone in Niflheim had figured out how to use the scourge as a power source.

 Gladio assumed that was why he’d been so heavily tested upon when he’d been captured. They were trying to turn him into one of their own weapons. That experience still gave him nightmares from time to time, but he always managed. His family and friends plus his therapist were instrumental in moving forward.

 The liberation of Tenebrae and the other provinces Niflheim had subdued hadn’t been easy, but after a few weeks of fevered fighting, the empire’s forces withdrew. It was clear the tides had turned. The empire had lost its might.  No longer able to wield the power of the scourge they were nothing more than a nuisance run by a lunatic dictator. Gladio assumed they’d face their own internal revolution soon; the citizens couldn’t have been happy living under that kind of ruler.

 Luna and Ravus had surprised everyone and stayed in Insomnia after Tenebrae had been officially freed. Ignis so aptly pointed out one night that Ravus probably had too many bad memories to contend with there, and Luna wanted to be near Noct.

 Aranea was working for the citadel as a consultant. She didn’t exactly stay behind a desk though, she preferred going out in the field. She liked being in the thick of it when the glaives went to help push back the few remaining Niflheim forces. Loqi usually went with her and had commented several times about being interested in becoming an ambassador for Niflheim. His family was high up in the military so he had lots of connections. One's he could still use even standing against the current emperor.

 The strangest bit of intel he'd received after Ardyn’s demise was regarding his friend Prompto. A large fire had erupted in one of Niflheim's science facilities right after the last of their forces had been pushed back. Turns out the building was the one where Gladio had been held. The one where he’d sworn he’d seen Prompto in a glass tube.

 After the fire, Lucis sent a team to investigate the burnt-out shell. They were after evidence of war crimes even though the chances were slim. However, what they did uncover added some weight to what Gladio thought he’d seen when he’d been captured. It was obvious that some sort of cloning operation had been taking place. One piece of damning evidence had been a series of coded numbers left on some equipment.

 Equipment meant to hold people.

 Wondering what Prompto knew of his own existence Gladio decided he’d have to wait and let the blond tell them in his own time. Gladio had never mentioned his vivid memories featuring his friend to anyone. Gladio knew Prompto wasn’t any kind of threat, and he preferred to help keep his friends secret. Whatever it was.

 --

 Staring out the window Gladio sighed softly. He was tired but he also wanted to go out, it was a weird feeling. He must have lingered longer than he intended because Ignis was by his side a moment later looking concerned.

 “Is everything alright? I can call and cancel if you’d like.”

 “Nah, don’t do that,” Gladio replied. “I’m tired is all, but I still want to see them.”

 Smiling Ignis nodded in agreement. “I know the feeling, but we'll have fun. I believe Noct may try and pop the question this evening.”

 “No way!” Gladio spluttered. “Doesn’t he want to wait until he’s alone?”

 “I think in his own way, he’s attempting to include Ravus so the man doesn’t feel left out.”

 “Noct figured this out on his own?” Gladio questioned with a raised eyebrow. “You didn’t help him?”

 “Heaven’s no, he arrived on that decision by himself.”

 “He’s growing up, that’s nuts.”

 “Well, a lot has happened over the past six months. Niflheim has fallen, the wall has been dissolved, the oracle is free, and our prince has been saved from certain death.”

 “I still can’t believe we did that.”

 “We couldn’t have done it without you, don’t forget that,” Ignis supplied.

 “I’m thinking Luna was the big player in that battle, not me.”

 “Without your immunity to the scourge, Luna would never have been given the chance to get close enough to heal Ardyn. We were at the apex of the perfect storm.”

 “True, though she did heal me in the first place when I was being rescued. So she still gets all the credit in my book,” Gladio announced truthfully.

 “Fair enough, but don’t sell yourself short either.”

 “I won’t, we made history and I’m sorta still shocked we survived it all.”

 “Well then, I suggest we get a move on so we can see another moment in history in the making. Care to wager a bet on whether he’ll cry or not?”

 “Who, Noct or Ravus?” Gladio spit out with a laugh.

 “Oh, I’d not considered that! Let’s get going so I can find out,” Ignis huffed, but he was smiling.

 Gladio felt better and went to grab his coat. They’d started a little tradition of getting together every few weeks for dinner. It was a nice private affair that let them all relax and grow as friends, some more than others in the case of Noct and Luna. Ravus was still adjusting but he was getting more comfortable with everything as the weeks went by. Ignis was even convinced the former commander was trying to find a girlfriend.

 Maybe their quiet little dinners would gain another plus one soon. Who knew? Smiling at the thought of life going on as normal, Gladio pulled Ignis over to give him a quick kiss. “Love you,” he offered kindly. “I still can’t believe we won.”

 Ignis melted into his embrace and kissed him back, “Believe it, dear, now we only have to make sure Noct grows up to be a great king.”

 “I think I can handle that.”

 “Good I can’t keep an eye on him all by myself,” Ignis laughed.

 “Come on, let’s go.  I wanna see Noct cry.”

 “Oh, so you think he’ll get teary-eyed huh?”

 “Sure, once Luna starts bawling he won’t be able to hold it back. Ravus I’m not so sure about, I’m thinking at most his eyes will water.”

 Ignis snorted and shook his head. Opting to shove him towards the door they made their way over to the royal suites where Luna and Ravus were living now. Gladio was proud of Noct and knew he’d take the throne someday as a kind and good king. With a calming breath, Gladio grabbed Ignis’ hand as they walked together. There were so many new adventures to look forward to; Gladio could hardly wait to share them all with his friends and family.  

 EPILOGUE:

 Gladio heard Ravus shout first before his figure appeared stomping down the hallway with Noct tucked under his arm.  Well, Noct’s dummy at least.

 “Does he think it’s funny to leave this thing around when he doesn’t want to attend a meeting?” Ravus huffed when he saw Gladio and walked over.

 “My guess is he’s hanging out with Luna instead.”

 Ravus was about to say more when he sighed and adjusted the dummy in his hold, “Well, he shouldn’t be surprised when he starts getting more work done, with this thing taking his place.”

 Gladio couldn’t help but bark out a laugh. Ravus had calmed down significantly since he’d come to Insomnia. With the threat to his sisters’ life gone, he was now relaxing into his new role as Luna’s political advisor and bodyguard.  Though Loqi still kept trying to get that position, neither Ravus nor Noct would ever agree to it. Both men seemed to understand that Loqi would simply flirt non-stop with the oracle and that would be a very big distraction.

 “Where you gonna leave it now?” Gladio asked smiling.

 “I’m thinking either his training locker or in his shower, but that would require Ignis’ help. I’m not sure how he feels about that kind of thing.”

 “What? Scaring the living daylights out of his prince and best friend? I’m not sure, but it’s worth asking,” Gladio laughed. “I do think the locker idea is a good one. I think he’d freak out and probably yell.”

 Ravus’ eyes lit up at that admission, “I may have to do that then.  I know the little punk will try and prank me back.”

 “I have a feeling you’ll get it figured out,” Gladio offered as they parted ways. Ravus simply scoffed and continued on his way. That damn dummy had taken on a life of its own ever since they’d returned from fighting Ardyn. So far it’d been left in the king’s office, Cor’s car, the garden fountain, the window cleaner rig for the citadel, and now Ravus’ office. Apparently, that thing had a lot of life for a mannequin.

 Chuckling to himself at where it would end up next, Gladio continued on his way to meet Ignis for lunch. Life was finally starting to feel normal again. They’d vanquished the threat from Niflheim and won out over a two-thousand-year-old prophecy. Against all odds, they’d made it out unscathed. Now their only task was to ensure Noct would make a good king when he took over.

 How hard could that be? They had the backup dummy after all.  

THE END

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[vino-and-doggos]

Cheers to the New Year

Read on AO3  |  Written for @lilbreadbun

Rated: G

Words: 2201

Summary: Just returned from active duty, Roy Mustang is bartending his Aunt Chris's karaoke holiday party at the bar. A beautiful blonde takes the stage and her voice puts Roy under a spell. If only it weren't too good to be true.

Happy holidays, @lilbreadbun, from your Secret Santa!! This is something that I’ve wanted to write for a very long time, so thank you for giving me the opportunity to write it! I hope you enjoy <3

~

Bah humbug, Roy thought to himself. Half his mind was joking, but the other half was dead serious. 

It wasn’t that he hated Christmas — he used to love the holiday, in fact. It was more that he couldn’t enjoy the holiday anymore. Fake trees and pre-packaged holiday sweets reminded him too much of Maes, a man for whom even Ebenezer Scrooge would have emptied his coffers in pursuit of the perfect Christmas present. He sighed and put down another dry glass on the rubber mat behind the bar.

Roy looked at the dark wooden interior surrounding him and had to stop himself just short of rolling his eyes at the tacky — yet festive, his sisters assured him — decorations that littered the bar. Tinsel trees shoved into corners and ornaments hung from the ceiling left remnants of glitter on every flat surface. Lights were strung everywhere, casting the bar in an odd, multicolored glow.

Because of course, a bar called Christmas Cheers had to go out for the holiday of its namesake, right?

The biggest problem was, in Roy’s opinion, that it attracted the now-college age people that he went to high school with who were home on winter break. It was cute and kitschy and Instagrammable or Snapchattable. Life was not designed to be lived through the screen of a smartphone or viewed through filters. And those that desired to do so did nothing but grate on Roy’s last nerve. 

There was a reason Roy lost contact with his friends from high school when he joined the military, and frankly, he had no interest in trying to reconnect. He would take the group chat with the friends he made while deployed over the flesh and blood frenemies who dropped him for enlisting any day.

Glancing at the clock, he let out a groan. Only half an hour until they opened.

“I don’t wanna hear that, Roy-Boy,” he heard a gravelly voice say from around the corner. 

Roy really did roll his eyes this time, but now it was a gesture in quasi prayer to Someone-he-wasn’t-even-sure-existed to grant him patience. Because if he was given strength, he surely was going to hurt someone before the night was over.

“I’m sorry, Aunt Chris. I’m just really not looking forward to this. I can usually handle normal nights, but karaoke? It’s going to bring in every screeching college girl in the tri-county area. You’re lucky that you’re friends with the DA and that the cops don’t police this place for underage drinking, because this stunt is going to -”

“Cut it out, Roy,” Chris said exasperatedly. “Your melodrama isn’t going to help you get through the night. Yes, there will most likely be underage college kids here trying to drink tonight. Luckily, though, I have a really good bartender,” she emphasized while motioning to him, “who knows how to properly check IDs.”

He grumbled, “That doesn’t stop their of-age friends from buying drinks for them.”

“Seriously. If you’re going to be like this all night, go and wallow in your room, Roy. I understand you’re grieving, and you’re working through your tour overseas. I want to support you the best I can, but this is also my business. If you’re not going to be full of Christmas Cheer tonight -” Roy rolled his eyes again - “then I’ll ask one of your sisters to bartend.”

“No,” he replied, a tone of longing edging into his voice, almost as though he wanted her to do just that. “I’ll be on my best behavior.”

He turned back to the bar and began prepping lemons, limes, and oranges, but he couldn’t help but smile when he heard his aunt mumble, “Who knows. Maybe you’ll meet someone tonight.”

Roy had to admire her optimism, if nothing else.

~

“Hey man, can I get two beers?” a kid with jet-black hair pulled back into a ponytail shouted over the music. Behind him stood a short blond with long hair who had a smug grin on his face. 

“Just need to see some ID first,” Roy said back over the dulcet tones of a curvy brunette with pouty red lips murdering “Total Eclipse of the Heart.”

Who the hell sings this at karaoke? Roy pondered.

“Aww, come on, we’re legal,” the blond said, his voice lilting with the cadence of someone trying to convince another of what they’re saying. And failing, miserably.

“I’m sure you are,” smiled Roy, “but I’m sorry, I have to see some ID for anyone who looks younger than 40.” He hesitated for a moment. “For both of you.”

“Oh, well, Ed. We tried!” the first kid laughed.

“Ling! You just busted us!” the one apparently named Ed yelled, smacking his friend on the shoulder. 

“Listen,” Roy started, “I’m feeling especially festive tonight, so I’ll let you stay and drink any non-alcoholic drink you want for free.”

The boys weighed their options by silently exchanging looks before Ling turned back to Roy.

“We’ll take two cokes — but can you put them in lowball glasses with drink stirrers?” Ling asked with an air of conspiracy.

“Sure thing, kid,” he chuckled, pulling out the soda gun. 

Right before he handed the drinks over, he stuck a lime on the rim of the glass. As he handed them over, the boys nodded in solidarity and thanks. Roy just smiled in return.

He turned to the far end of the bar, the end closest to the stage, to check on the patrons seated there. A few indicated refills, so Roy pulled out new glasses and started pouring. As he was pouring the perfect mug of beer, he heard the tell-tale clicks of a song with an a capella opening.

“Shot through the heart, and you’re to blame, darlin’ you give love a bad name!”

Huh. This chick wasn’t bad.

Roy walked the beer to the end of the bar, taking a moment to catch a glimpse of the small stage through the crowd. What he saw caused his jaw to drop.

A stunning blonde in a deliciously tight, yet simple, black t-shirt and a pair of jeans that looked as though they were painted on danced about the stage. Her loose hair fell just past her shoulders and swung around her rhythmically as she whirled around. She danced in a way that made it obvious that alcohol flowed through her system, but Roy didn’t remember serving her. The impressive part is that she actually was on-key and hitting the marks without staring at the screen. Bon Jovi’s melody blasted through the speakers, and the audience was eating it up.

“Ohhh, you’re a loaded gun…”

Damn. Roy shook his head and went back to refilling drinks. She was a siren, and he was not immune to her call. Over everything else, he continued hearing her voice singing the upbeat rock tune. He had to ask another patron what their order was three times before he finally understood what they were asking for.

The song ended with raucous applause and cheering. Mostly male, Roy noted, but many females sounding out their appreciation, as well. The DJ had to shout the name of the next singer repeatedly through the system before they approached the booth to grab the microphone. It was the wildest the bar had gotten all night.

However, the excitement was short-lived. The next singer (Roy thinks he heard the DJ call him Alex?) decided to sing Eric Clapton’s “Tears in Heaven.” Why can’t this crowd — with the exception of one — pick karaoke songs that are worth a damn?

Despite the current song filling the bar, Roy couldn’t get her out of his head. Her song rattled around in his brain, her voice continuing to envelop him in strains of familiar melody. Just then, he heard a female voice from behind him.

“Hey!” it exclaimed brightly.

He knew that voice.

Roy turned on his heel to meet the amber eyes of the best Bon Jovi impersonator he’d ever seen or heard waving at him with a sweet smile on her face. Her beautiful blonde hair was now tied back in a low ponytail, bangs still draped across her forehead; it was darker than he originally thought it was, more of a honeyed blonde. He decided to play it cool and nodded his head in acknowledgment.

“What can I get for you?” he asked, trying to make sure he was heard over the music, but also making sure his voice sounded smooth and rich.

“Just a water, please,” she responded, eyes shining in the incandescent holiday lights.

Roy chuckled deeply as he reached for a glass. “Singing take it out of you?”

“It always does,” she nodded, laughing in return.

“Always?” Roy questioned, barely registering that he had even spoken it aloud. “I’m sorry,” he started, waving his left hand and placing her water glass down with his right. “Is there anything else I can get you?”

“Nah, thanks though,” she winked.

He followed the head of blonde hair through the sea of people and sighed. 

She was so out of his league.

~

Hours later, the crowd was winding down. Only a few were left, and hardly anyone left was singing. The DJ announced last call for songs and the bar, wishing all a happy holiday season.

Roy had already started to clean as best he could behind the bar — bottles in their proper place, the beginnings of labels for the cooler — when he heard that voice again.

“Hey!” that same exclamation; that same intonation. He smiled as he faced her.

“I’m surprised I didn’t see you again,” he said, smirking.

“I had someone grab me water when they came up for their drinks,” she explained.

Huh. So that’s why he didn’t see her for the rest of the night. Wait a minute.

“You got up there and sang and danced like that completely sober?” he questioned.

His tone was light and teasing but with an underlying tone of awe and surprise.She laughed in response. Roy could have sworn that she made the room brighter. 

“Yup. My mother used to say that I’m a natural-born performer.”

“She was right,” he affirmed. “I’m Roy, by the way.”

“Riza,” she offered, extending her hand across the bar.

He took her hand, so soft and warm in his cold, calloused palm, and shook.

“I just wanted to say thanks for the fantastic service tonight. Many lesser bartenders would have lost their cool with the number of people in here, but we never waited long for drinks.” Riza smirked as she pulled a $20 bill out of her back pocket and slid it into the fishbowl that was acting as a tip jar.

“That’s way too generous; I can’t accept that,” Roy protested weakly. “You said just had water all night -”

“Don’t worry about it,” Riza interrupted, waving him off.

“Listen…” Roy started. “We have an event here on New Year’s Eve, too… Same kind of stuff as tonight, karaoke and drinks, but there’s also going to be a buffet with food… If you’re interested?” he trailed off hopefully.

“Oh, that sounds fun! I think I’ll still be in town then, but I’ll have to double-check. Will you be working?”

This was it. Take the chance, Roy.

“I was scheduled to, but I’m thinking about taking the evening off to enjoy the party.” Do it, Roy. Shoot your shot. “Would you be interested in coming with me?”

“Oh!” Riza said, a blush dusting across the bridge of her nose. “I - well, I’m - not really - um -”

The shot missed the target completely.

It was Roy’s turn to turn red. 

“Forget I said anything, I was just thinking that maybe we could... Oh my god, please, I’m sorry, just -” 

“Roy, stop, it’s fine,” Riza cut off his rambling. “I just didn’t quite know how to say…” She paused and inhaled. “I’m in a relationship.”

“I’m so sorry,” he said, and this much was true, in more ways than one. “I didn’t know.” Roy hoped that the earth would open up and swallow him. Right then.

“How could you?” she chuckled. “We just met.”

“Babe? Are you ready to go?” a voice sounded to Roy’s right. A decidedly feminine voice. 

He whipped around to see another blonde with waist-length hair the color of cornsilk. She stood by the door with a group of four or five others.

“Riza?” she prompted.

“Sorry, Liv, I’ll be right there,” Riza smiled before turning back to Roy. She extended her hand to him once more. “Friends?”

Smiling, he agreed. “Friends.”

Riza walked to the door and grabbed her coat from Liv. As she was walking out the door, she shouted over her shoulder, “See you on New Year’s Eve, Roy!”

Friends. He could do friends.

He smiled and started humming. He was almost to the chorus before he realized the tune was “Auld Lang Syne.”

He might have been shot down, but at least he wasn’t shot through the heart as Riza’s song might have suggested. There was an odd sense of hopefulness about him, though; a new year was coming. Sparing the whole “new year, new me” nonsense, Roy truly felt like the next year would bring about healing, hope, and friendship.

Bring it on.

[mrneighbourlove]

Monsters: Ch 5. A Horrifying End

The Catacombs. Klinge had selected his weaponry carefully. He had chosen his plan with the upmost care. And if Bonegrinder really was immortal, then he had a contingency. Klinge went to the entrance of the labyrinth, taking low breaths. He would not fail himself, but more importantly, he would not fail his friends.

Kelly was getting increasingly bored, but also worried. "Tulilad. Hey..."

"Hrmmm... hey, sexy mama..." Tulilad was still feeling the effects of the drug that Morowa used to make him pass out cold. He looked over at Kelly, eyes still glazed over slightly. That lopsided grin was on his face as he winked at her. "You're absolutely beautiful... do you have a boyfriend?"

"Yeah... I do. It's you dummy." Kelly hated this. She told them not to touch him, yet the drug still lasted. "Can you just wake up fully? Please?"

"Really?" Tulilad looked surprised and then whistled. "Hot damn, I hit the jackpot. Have I... have I asked you to marry me yet? If I haven't, then I need to do that."

"Oh goddess, this is pure comedy gold, sister, are you listening?"

"Aw, I think it's rather sweet."

"That drug of yours really is something."

"I designed it to make someone pass out, I think I might have used a little too much."

“You did. And I told you I wanted time together to think about it. Tulilad. I don’t know.... When we make it out of here, I want us to get married. I love you.”

"I love you too, you sexy lady you... urgh... why am I tied up? I wanna kiss you and hug you and lick you all over---"

"Pfffttt, well he's not a shy thing anymore now, is he?"

"Maybe you can make more straightforward drugs with aphrodisiacs now."

“If I was closer I’d kiss you. If I wasn’t in chains I’d rock your five foot world.” Kelly ignored the chatty sisters. She had no clue if she’d die here. The Captain wanted every moment with Tulilad she could.

"You rock my world every single day, what are you talking about?" Tulilad mumbled in his drugged haze. "I mean just last night we did it... 3, 4... 7 times!"

"Whoa, now that's a man that can keep up with a woman." Morowa giggled. "7 times in one night?"

"It's how they use that dick, not necessarily how big it is... but size doesn't hurt." Negasi started laughing. "What do you think, Red?"

"Darling, darling, incubus like myself do everything, you know that." Red Lover took out his fan and waved air at his face like he was an innocent. "I'll never reveal my secrets."

"We're going to get out of here. I promise." Kelly smiled, but her mind was racing. Despite the 'care' these 'people' provided, the Captain was certain that their fate would be sealed soon enough.

Miranda herself was about to lose it, her mind playing tricks on her in the dark, the real monsters only amplifying her fear. "Monsters. Monsters everywhere. The catacombs have to be destroyed."

"Are you tormenting the captives, my pretty ladies?" Bonegrinder's voice asked from the dark, only the tip of his tail visible. "You know we need this safe and sound to bring the undead filth."

"Now why would I ever do that?" Red Lover played innocent. "I have no idea of what you speak of, Master."

"We all know you'd keep the man as a pet and the woman as a lover given the chance." Morowa rolled her eyes at Red Lover's attempt. "You're the worst of us all when it comes to that."

"I can't help it if they love me, it's in my nature." Red Lover shrugged his shoulders.

"You don't keep pets, Red, you know that's against Bonegrinder's rules. Too much attachment." Bonegrinder flicked his tail, not yet totally visible. "Do you intend to challenge this old snake over it?"

"Heavens, no... but can't a man fantasize?"

Miranda yelled out, gripping a piece of stone to hit anyone that got too close. Bonegrinder's appearance immediately made her hysterical. "GO AWAY YOU SERPENT! GO AWAY!"

Kelly struggled against her chains. This wasn't good. "Miranda! Calm down! I need you to calm down!"

"I don't think this one appreciates snakes, Master." Sterling Silver gestured to the hysterical elf. "Then again, no one really likes monsters."

"That and he threatened to eat her if she didn't behave." Red Lover reminded the blacksmith. "I don't think she liked that too much."

"Don't worry, sweetie, he's not going to eat you." Morowa patted Miranda's blanket covered form.

"Well, at least not right now." Negasi shrugged. "You've been good. Don't spoil it."

"Quit antagonizing the girl." Black Shadow ordered gruffly. "Master's here. He'll decide what he wants to do with her."

"You all are children," Bonegrinder finally slithered out of the shadows. What little light there was, reflected off his massive form. He dwarfed all the other monsters in the room by size. Though there was no mistaking it; the maliciousness rolled off the monster in waves. The insanity was obvious, as was the cruelty. "Though that is why Bonegrinder is here; to keep you all safe and well... but the ones who disobey, yes, yes... are such good snacks."

Miranda lashed out at Morowa, smashing her hand with the rock she had sneaked. Even in her state of lunacy, her skills to thief items for herself was masterful. "DIE YOU MONSTER!!!"

As soon as Miranda hit Morowa with the rock, Bonegrinder's movement was lightning fast. He had the elf hanging upside down by one leg, bringing her up to his leering face.

"That was very, very... naughty."

Miranda stared deep into his unnatural eyes. Gods. He was a demon. A literal demon torn from her night terrors. As these teeth gleamed, she started to whimper, hyperventilating. "N-no. N-not like this."

As Kelly was about to give up all hope, and the Dark Elf let her tears of agonizing terror stream down, a moblin staggered into the room, holding his severed hand close to his chest as blood leaked on the floor. "M-master! H-he's here! The undead is making his way through the catacombs! He's cutting down anyone who can't get out of his way in time."

"Naughty children will be eaten by the snake if they don't behave." Bonegrinder hissed at Miranda, very irate at the fact that she hit Morowa. "Didn't my precious children explain this to you?" When the moblin announced Klinge in the catacombs, the Anagari set Miranda down on the floor. "Very well... this old snake will deal with the undead. Make sure all the other entrances are sealed off and keep him from advancing onto those who are innocents and cannot fight."

"We're on it." Sterling Silver hopped up from his place.

"Do you need us with you?" Black Shadow asked. "We will fight for you."

"No... Bonegrinder can handle this."

Kelly thanked the goddesses for this change of news. "Tulilad. We're getting out of here. Just hold on a little longer."

~

Klinge had cut down one or two men, but most others had scattered. They were simply drones for Bonegrinder, either fleeing the best they could or leading him into a trap. Regardless, Klinge knew he'd face that monster soon. Perhaps more. Steadily, he continued deeper into the catacombs.

Bonegrinder waited in a section of the catacombs he knew Klinge would cross. It had an advantage for the snake monster with high ceilings and plenty of exits if needed be. Yet, another reason he chose this spot was because of the very weak floor. Underneath, there were only a few stable columns. He could easily squeeze through a hole and escape. The undead commander might not be so lucky. So, he waited...

Klinge took a few steps into the room. It was large, with many pillars to hide around. The darkness closed in, the air feeling more cold. The undead silently popped a single green magic motion into his mouth. A few breathes of the air, he relaxed his breathing. Who would make the first strike. Klinge felt the blade in his sheath. He didn't often have a need for sheath's, but for this special case, a weapon that was dangerous to Bonegrinder was also dangerous to him. He took another step, on guard the whole way. Another step, he felt the ground beneath him had an echo. There was a hollowness below him. Another step, he felt the grip of his sword...

"You know this snake is very old, but he still has decent hearing." Bonegrinder's taunting voice echoed from the open room. "If you're worried about the humans, don't be. They're still alive. Though it is high time that you and Bonegrinder talk and arrive to an understanding."

Klinge started to zero in on where the sound was coming from. "I'm old too. And you should know I truly only find respect for others in one way. So come out. And face me monster to monster."

"Hehehehe... did Bonegrinder give you the impression he is not here?" The Anagari was on the ceiling, the many coils resting on ledges. "Now, Commander... Klinge... yes, that is what my loyal Lynel called you. Shall we discuss?"

Klinge's eyes rested with a silent fury. "We shall."

Wiping around, Klinge took out his bow and fired his secret weapon towards Bonegrinder's location. Silver arrows. Hopefully Bonegrinder's ego would have him tank the first double shot. Silver always held an advantage over the forces of darkness when light was unavailable. Using light would kill Klinge outright, but silver could be safely contained. All he had to do was endure its poison and not have it be used against him.

Bonegrinder's coils were able to spread out quick enough to avoid the arrows.

"Tsk, arrows against a snake? Want to pin this snake down and chop off his head? No, no, that's too easy for a creature like you." The Anagari did not like the fact that the arrows were so deep into the foundation. "Are you going to bargain for your humans or not?"

“Here’s my first bargain. Release my people. Leave Hyrule. And I will allow all of you to live.”

"Not so much as a bargain as an order, commander." Bonegrinder chuckled darkly. "You could barely defeat my good and loyal Lynel. What makes you think you could get rid of all of us?"

Technically speaking, Klinge didn't defeat the Lynel. He was grateful that Bonegrinder, for all his horror, fought him alone. "Cut off the head of the snake, the body dies." Klinge ducked low and zipped around, firing two more arrows.

"Oh, you're really naive to believe that." Bonegrinder actually laughed, amused by the commander's harshness. "Whether the snake has its head or not, the body still moves. My precious children will still be here, still have their resources, still be a scourge upon the above world..." The Anagari decided enough was enough and wanted to get to the point. His tail slithered out of the darkness, catching Klinge's leg and lifted him upward. "If you don't want that to happen, then you better rethink your plan, commander. The only reason these criminals are not raiding the above world right now is simply because they fear this snake. So here's a bargain for you," He jerked Klinge so fast, so his coils were wrapped around his legs and arms. "Heheheh... the pretty prince was once in this position and bargained. Yet, this time, Bonegrinder offers you this... keep your people out of the way, and Bonegrinder will keep providing information to the pretty prince... can you behave, undead filth?"

Klinge smirked behind his helmet. He laid out his trap and Bonegrinder took it. Using the extra boost of magic from the potion, he transformed from his regular suit of armour to a specialized silver Iron Knuckle suit. He could endure in a silver suit for perhaps four, maybe five minutes. It held ancient Gerudo inscriptions of light, enchanting the outside of the armour to ward of darkness. With his coil wrapped around Klinge, it started to burn like the sun. "I reject your offer."

"...? Oh? It's burning." Bonegrinder could see the smoke from his scales, and the faint scent of burnt flesh. "Impressive tactic... but you see, there is one thing that you, commander, do not know." The Anagari waved his hand over the commander's helmet, the dark magic in his hand suddenly changing to light. It cracked and sparked in his hand wildly until the entire room was lit with white light. "We Echidnans have a certain... flexibility. Should Bonegrinder test it out on you?"

Damn it. Klinge was not prepared for this. Channeling upon his rage, he pushed against the coils enough to pry one hand free. He hoped for some sort of advantage by stabbing his silver short sword into Bonegrinder's face.

"Didn't you already try something like this?" Bonegrinder simply grinned at Klinge, not minding the sword lodged into his eye socket. "This proves you know very little of your opponent. Tsk, tsk, commander, what a blunder on your part. This old snake thought you were smarter than that."

"How about this?" Klinge let his final trick loose. His magic for teleporting weaponry was handy. It also stopped objects in motion in time until called upon again. Say for instance a stream of water moving, a fire flickering... or a bomb detonating. Klinge knew it was most likely suicide, but with the snap of his finger, he dropped a Goron Powder Keg bomb below the snake as he was lifted into the air. Klinge closed his one finger. "Zero."

With a massive explosion, the blast engulfed the two, the Kingpin taking most of the brunt. Klinge's silver armour saved him from catastrophic harm, especially from the fall the floor came undone beneath them. Debree came down around the undead as he coughed up blood. Klinge felt all his senses burn. How much time had passed in his haze? Did he fall unconscious? He honestly couldn’t tell. That had to do something. That had to ruin Bonegrinder's healing factor. The commander struggled to have his own pick him back up.

Klinge looked up at the at the floor he fell through. He had to find a way out. He had to go find where Kelly, Tulilad, and Miranda were. They needed him. No matter if that blast killed Bonegrinder or not, Klinge had to make sure he used the time to save his comrades. Slowly through all the pain, the Commander picked himself after he felt his muscle tissue connect in his legs, and started to climb out of the pit.

"And where..." Bonegrinder was damaged from the blast, yet not dead. His body was kept together by ancient shaman magic from the land of Omisha. There was no pain, no blood, not even a scratch on his unearthly form as the pieces simply stitched back together as if there was an invisible thread. Half of the monster's head was missing and he was still moving! Bonegrinder was in every sense a monster. How could one defeat a creature that could not be killed? What way was there to win? It seemed only Bonegrinder knew such a secret. "Do you think you're going so soon? How rude! Leaving in the middle of a conversation."

Klinge looked in awe and disbelief. Bonegrinder truly was immortal against Klinge. Snapping his arm back into place, Klinge stopped running from this. Boldly, he faced the monster that rose above him. "I can't kill you...." The undead removed the remainder of his helmet, as it was already blown off down the middle, missing its left side. His undead features were ugly compared to the snake, but it was clear here who was the real monster.

"You fool yourself thinking your dark magic makes you beyond redemption, undead commander, but this old snake... eheheheheheh... has done far worse with the deadly strings of dark and light." Bonegrinder was laughing more like a maniac as his long body slithered closer and closer to Klinge. "Don't you see, commander? Bonegrinder was been around for so long, he remembers, yes, he remembers, he remembers it all, through lifetimes of bloodshed, over and over and over, these pathetic humans can never get along for long!" The rumors preceded the monster's reputation of not only being fearsome, but also insane. "Voices and faces and the noise, the screaming never stops. You think 700 years is a lifetime of horror? Woe is you, commander, who has seen only one of Bonegrinder's. Shall he show you what all he remembers?"

With a single black nail, the Anagari dug it into Klinge's forehead. The flashbacks started. The fighting where he lost Cipher. Ganondorf as Xanatos, the two of them as kids playing innocently. The lifetimes before that, where Ganondorf and Zelda were at constant war. There was so much death, fire, and blood. The faces and bodies piled up higher and higher as the years flooded the commander's mine. In one lifetime, there was Link, approaching the snake, having just defeated Ganondorf. He was weakened, covered in blood, and a sad, desolate look was in his eyes.

"Tell me, the snake who sees all... does it ever end? I'm so tired... so tired of fighting. I just want to sleep and forget."

Once the visions finished tormenting the commander, Bonegrinder was there, raised on his coils, his laughter unable to stop as his clawed hands hid his face partly, those red eyes looking wild. "We are the Anagari, we live forever until the end of the world, for time has no meaning to us! No meaning, no meaning, it's all one big blur! One big red smear of blood and death... don't you see now, commander? Time has no effect on Bonegrinder... he will be here long, so long after you waste away! HA HA HA! Monsters, they call us monsters... hehehehe..."

Klinge’s yellow tainted eyes locked with Bonegrinder's red eyes. For a moment of terrifying union ship, Klinge found a sickening companionship. It was nothing but death and carnage. It never ended. Never grew old like they did. For a single moment, Klinge almost let himself go into the insanity....

With a light smile though, he saw how he could make it out of this void of madness alive. "I understand you Bonegrinder.... if this were any other time, if you had found me years ago.... I'd have accepted the escape of death from this never ending cycle. This psychotic cycle of misery of death. Only you had the misfortune of finding me now. I can't kill something like you, not with my power, but I can make you bargain with me fairly, because I can do one thing." Klinge's pupils widened as he looked insanity in the eyes. "I can take away your family all over again."

"Hehehehe, you are a hellspawn who rebuilds its flesh over and over until time eventually takes you, burns you all away." Bonegrinder traced a single claw down the side of Klinge's cheek. "Though Bonegrinder knows they all will die and he will be here. Their deaths does not concern him, but while they are here, yes, yes, his precious children, they will be cared for... but who's to say that Bonegrinder will not go after the ones you care for, commander?" He chuckled. "The tiny queen, the children of the king and queen, the two captains, the little elf, and... perhaps that sweet babe. What was she called again? Right, right... 'Unruly Ukuri'."

"Because, like me, you would not be able to stomach their loss. Those you hold close. Make a home for. Your mind would snap and the last of your soul would truly be gone. You know this. And if you threatened them... forces far grander than I would end you..." Klinge could think of three woman capable of doing the task. Not to mention Ganon's true fury. "Listen to my terms, or with my final breath, I destroy all their lives... all the monsters and freaks you gather to call a family... and everything you created to find meaning in your life."

"Hehehe, you think they won't fight? Ooooh, that's right, you haven't seen my precious children, have you?" Bonegrinder flicked his tail in delight. "An introduction then! They're always listening... aren't you, sneaky White Fog?"

"As if we were going to let you take on this brat by yourself." The spider lady hung upside down from the ceiling, her frame as large as the Anagari's, but was still too small compared to him. "He boasts like a kid."

"And my beautiful Blue Haze?"

"I told you he'd sense we were here." The scorpion-lady appeared next from a tunnel, her multiple legs skittering across the floor.

"Rather him know than be in need of help, sweet thing." Red Lover simply walked out into the light beside of Hades. "Isn't that right, pussy cat?"

"I still vote you should off them all just to send a message to that palace brat." Sterling Silver huffed as he crossed his arms, standing beside the Lynel. "It wouldn't even be a fight, it'd be a glorious slaughter."

"You're too eager for bloodshed, Silver. We do as our master commands." Black Shadow appeared beside of Blue Haze. "We take care of each other."

Sheer-Khan watched the fight intently from start to finish. More so, he listened to the spirit and philosophy of Bonegrinder and Klinge. He had his own thoughts on the matter, his eyes glowing in the dark. His glow held a similar aura and shine to his Master and the Darknut. So in a sense, he felt a kinship with both. The other lackeys words insulted his ears, his growl indicating his frustration. "You insult Bonegrinder with your words, as well as Klinge."

Klinge tilted his head over, blinking in surprise at the monster... standing up for him? His silver armour vanished, leaving the undead in light chainmail, as his body couldn't take the poison the silver gave him.

"Whatever, pussy cat, you have your thoughts, we have our own." Red Lover fanned himself once more. "And it was their idea, not mine."

"You see, what Hyrule lacks, and what we have, commander... is unity." Bonegrinder slithered over to his brood. "The Hylians hate your Gerudo king and despise his Lorleidian queen. Without a unity... it will easily collapse. Now, Klinge, as you can see... the answer is very obvious here."

"Yeah, you can do shit about us. The only reason Beongrinder hasn't obliterated you---"

"Hush, Silver."

"... grr... fine, Black, fine."

"Bonegrinder and his precious ones are not going anywhere. He will gladly keep supplying the pretty prince with information that has plots against the crown. However, you and yours will need to leave the catacombs."

"I want to hear his bargain." Sheer-Khan crossed his arms.

"As you wish, my loyal friend... commander? Be so kind to repeat your words."

Klinge nodded. "In return for me not immediately not blowing land above our heads and crushing us all, and having no retaliation from those chosen by the gods, I will end my campaign against you. I can't... stop this." Klinge felt some of his spirit leave him by admitting defeat, but he had to swallow his pride in order to protect those close to him. "In exchange, you follow a few 'guidelines'. Free my companions. The damage you've done to them might be irreversible, but you can free them now. Second. Cease your whispers so loudly in my castle. I will not have you spread more nightmares to the children and staff. I can't stop you from speaking with Ralnor, but you have to do so more discreetly. Third, take your business outside of the capital. If there is to be unity, there must be peace and safety for all in the heart of Hyrule. Castle town has to be off limits. There are plenty of other towns and settlements to set up business. Kakariko Village, Hateno Village, Tarrey Town, and Lurelin Village. That last one is a tropical port for the love of Din. Do this, and I will make sure better security is put in place so that unwanted trespasser never enter the catacombs again." Klinge heaved up some blood, looking back up at Bonegrinder with his eyes growing more and more bloodshot.

Sheer-Khan nodded to his master. "He held far more honour by coming alone to fight you. As well as creativity." Turning to his companions, he growled. "A war with Hyrule, would be apocalyptic for us. Our society will survive and prosper for eons if we remain in the shadows. And you dishonour his warrior pride with throwing petty insults like children."

"Your threats don't scare us, commander, we've been through hell and back. The likes of one filthy undead will never frighten us." Silver snorted. "You'll never be able to stop us."

"Hush, you're making pussycat mad." Red whacked Silver with his fan. "Behave."

"You want to protect your little pets, understandable." Bonegrinder thought over Klinge's words. The commander wanted his friends back, he could do that. He wanted him to stop slithering around the castle, but he would not do that. Whispering more so quietly was doable, but it was so much fun seeing the maids jump. The third, however, was not within his power. "You want us gone, commander, yet as you know, there are no catacombs in those cities. Just here, where my precious ones can live safely. We will stay, yet our business as you put it will cause no harm to the citizens here. They will never know we are present. We live in the darkness and we stay in the darkness."

Sheer-Khan growled and grabbed Silver by the neck, squeezing enough to shut him up for the rest of the groups mercy. "Your tongue has disgusted our ears long enough for today. One undead can't stop us. It is everyone else who can."

Klinge barely nodded to Bonegrinder. "Just... as long.... as I don't hear anyone complain about a terror whispering in my town or my castle... I promise that I will keep those from coming down on you, if you stay away from us..."

"Very well... do you wish to collect your pets now?" Bonegrinder gestured for Klinge to follow him. "Blue might have drugged the short male a little too much, so do not be surprised if he's a little... loose tongued."

Silver was a dirty fighter and slammed his metal clad fist into the side of Sheer-Khan's fist, growling at the Lynel.

"You don't tell me what to do... 'pussycat'." Silver shoved at the Lynel to get out of his way and followed after the huge snake with the rest of the Echidnans.

Sheer-Khan smacked Silver like an older sibling upside the head as he walked by for acting like a brat. The monsters let Klinge drag himself bloody to find the three by himself, but not too far behind. "I-I'm here."

Miranda didn't sense the monsters, but was terrified to see Klinge's face. "NO! Not any more! I can't take this anymore!"

Realizing her terror at his features, Klinge placed a helmet to hide his head. "Miranda. Calm down. I'm going to take you to safety."

Kelly let relief wash over her. "You did it. I knew you'd do it."

Walking over to her, Klinge released her and Tulilad from their chains. "Can both of you walk?"

"See? Your precious pets are unharmed, like Bonegrinder said. Though that one..." The snake gestured to Miranda with a frown. "Will be a problem. Ralnor warned her not to pursue the catacombs and she did listen. If she talks, it will cause trouble for us all."

Klinge held Miranda close enough so she didn't hear Bonegrinder. The commander simply nodded in bitter sadness. Would he have to kill her? She was only 18 years of age...

Kelly slapped Tulilad awake. Her fear was getting to her more deeply now. Klinge didn't kill Bonegrinder. So why were they allowed to leave? "Come on you handsome man, we're leaving."

"Oooh, why did you slap me?" Tulilad sulked at Kelly, and then wriggled his eyebrows at her. It was obvious he was still a little goofy from the drug. "Rough and dirty... I like it, I can do that."

"Blue and White will show you out of the catacombs," Bonegrinder motioned for Morowa and Negasi to show their captives and the undead commander the quickest way to the surface. "Though, you will find a way to keep her quiet, commander."

Klinge looked to Bonegrinder, his eyes burning with a silent anger. Cradling Miranda, he held her close enough to keep her sight and hearing closed off. "I hope to never see you again."

"Oh, commander, you will not see Bonegrinder, but he will see you." The old snake laughed as the scorpion and spider sisters led him down the dark tunnel with his subordinates in tow. "He has eyes everywhere."

As Morowa and Negasi escorted Klinge, Tulilad, Kelly, and Miranda through the catacombs, the two massive Echidnans halted at a ladder leading up to a busy street.

"Ta, ta, sharky lady." Negasi giggled as she patted Kelly's head and then scuttled back into the shadows.

"Give him a day and he'll be back to normal, but he'll have a raging headache." Morowa told the half breed with a chuckle. "Farewell for now."

Then the sisters were gone.

At the castle, Kelly kept a very good poker face as men approached and asked where in the blazes she and Tulilad had been. She wanted nothing more than to sleep and think about her life choices.

Klinge saw Ralnor, Zarazu, and Covarog start to approach from the end of the hall when Miranda started to freak out. She held Klinge by the arms, shaking in panic. "Klinge! We have to tell them! We have to tell everyone. About Bonegrinder, about Ralnor, about all the monsters. The horrible, terrible monsters! They're in the dark Klinge! We have to stop them! W-w-we can find a way! We can find some sort of spell or or or, bring the land mass down on top of them! We can help find justice against those fiends! Yes, yes, yes we can! You and me!"

"Miranda... I couldn't kill them all. And you aren't well."

"What? No. No I'm just scared."

Klinge felt something in his heart actually break. Physically, he cared little about himself. He didn't care if he died or lived. But this emotional connection he was about to sever was something he cherished. This poor girl he thought he could mold, turned mad because he taught her to do the right thing, and to follow him into darkness. "Miranda. The Prince isn't evil."

"YES! YES HE IS! He allied himself with monsters! He was ok with letting me die! Klinge, there are monsters! MONSTERS IN THE WALLS! W-WE HAVE TO DO SOMETHING ABOUT THAT!"

"Good gracious, Klinge, what is wrong with her?" Covarog was the first to speak. The small elf's shrieking about monsters and his brother the king feel uneasy. He glanced at Klinge and then to the two captain guards. "What is going on?"

"It seems the girl is obviously mentally disturbed." Ralnor said bluntly, his stoic face not even batting an eye. "She is either hallucinating or having delusions due to trauma of some sort."

"Is everyone unharmed at least? Do you need to see a doctor?" Zarazu asked them with worry on her features. "You were gone for so long, we were all concerned."

"I'm the doctor of love!!!" Tulilad proclaimed as he leaned against Kelly.

"... has he been drinking?" Covarog asked Klinge, never having seen Tulilad act like so.

"I think he's bee drugged, I do not smell alcohol." Ralnor stated plainly.

Kelly placed her hand over Tulilad's face. She kept up the lie for Klinge, never realizing until now just how bad a man Ralnor grew up into. And to think he was such a good kid. "A crime syndicate wanted to blackmail you my monarchs by sending assassins to kidnap myself and the King of Love here. They took Miranda and... did things to her. I can't imagine why anyone would want to bring ill light on her. I'm sorry for our failure, but Klinge was able to rescue us after a major struggle."

Miranda started to break down further, tears streaming down her face and she pounded her fists on Klinge's chest. "You have to believe me. W-why are you defending him? There are monsters, there are. I-I'm n-not crazy. I'm just scared. I want to go h-home."

Klinge held Miranda like she was his child, slowly petting her back. "I'm so sorry Miranda. I'm going to make sure you get help. Everything will be ok."

"I'll take Tulilad to the medical bay to get treatment." Zarazu offered and then looked at Kelly. "Will you help me get him there?"

"I expect a full report on this criminal gang you have here, Klinge." Covarog was none the wiser about what was happening. Evidently Ralnor kept him in the dark about the entire operation with Bonegrinder. He trusted his brother, despite knowing that sometimes Ralnor could be a bit cruel. "I don't want anything like this happening again. From now on, guards, captains, anyone of military rank will always be in pairs and reporting their stationed location. We will have a complete registry of who is stationed where every day."

"Good idea, brother." Ralnor then added. "And as far as orders go?"

"Orders will be followed without question. We do not want to get anyone mixed up in a mess like this again."

Kelly smiled, shaking her head. "I can take him just fine your highness. I think Commander Klinge needs your help more than I do."

Klinge felt the sting in Ralnor's words. The Prince wanted his brothers approval to hold complete order over the commander. All the undead could do was nod. "Of course Covarog."

"It's for the safety of all our soldiers and guards, Klinge." Covarog sighed heavily at the thought of having to impose this on the commander. "I am sorry, but I won't risk losing you or our best captains. I hope you understand."

"Perhaps it is time for Klinge to shift his focus more on protection rather than eroding away at the pests outside the castle, brother." Ralnor suggested as he placed a hand on Zarazu's shoulder. His aim was to keep Klinge near the palace as much as possible so he would not be interfering in the prince's dealings with lesser evils. The best way to do that was to plant an idea in his elder brother's head. "Your wife will need a constant protector once pregnant and you are not able to be with her at all hours of the day. It will be good for her to have someone watching her back, just in case."

"That... actually is not a bad idea." Covarog liked the sound of his wife having a guardian when he could not be there. "Klinge could still be commander of the soldiers, yet he does not have to deal with matters that our law enforcers can take care of outside the castle. It will be less stressful for him, and certainly take a great deal of worry off my shoulders as well."

"You and Zarazu are trying for a child," Ralnor just had to place the icing on the cake. "You and I both know, as well as Klinge does, that some of our... nobility... do not fancy a mixed heir on throne."

"Whoa, whoa, Klinge protecting me?" Zarazu had to interject. "I cannot ask him to do that, he has too much to do already! Besides, I can manage, I have all this time."

"We will lessen his duties then." Covarog was adamant about this. "Ralnor has a point, my love. Will you please consent to this? For me?"

"I..." Zarazu glanced at Klinge. "... all right. As long as Klinge agrees."

Klinge saw Ralnor's game, feeling his heart sink further now that his nephew was manipulating him, manipulating his family to hold advantage over the commander. Klinge's voice held a malice at first, "Ralnor. You-" The commander reeled in his hurt, taking a breath to calm himself. There was a distinct pain that the prince could pick up. Klinge had suffered so many personal kinds of defeat this day. And his nephew's actions was the straw that broke his spirit. "…I will. Zarazu will have my full attention. But first..." He looked down to Miranda, the girl having stopped talking, only able to cry quietly from exhaustion. "I'm getting her the help she needs. For if anything happens to her...I'll make sure I find any more collaborators of the syndicate that harmed her. And I will end them... Zarazu, will you help me take her to the Tarrey Hospital?" It was a far away asylum in Tarrey Town, a couple miles walk from the ocean, with beautiful scenery around. More so, it would take her far away from Bonegrinder and Ralnor.

"Of course." Zarazu then asked. "Would you like Ba'puu to fly us there? Or would it be better to take a horse? I don't want to startle the poor dear further."

"Yes, Tarrey Hospital has an excellent program there to help the girl get back to normal." Ralnor then spun on his heel. "Come, brother. We have a meeting with the Zoran royalty about a new shipping route to avoid damage to coral near the shore."

"Oh, shit, that's right." Covarog groaned in annoyance. "I'm sorry, love, we'll eat lunch after the meeting?"

"I'll wait on you." Zarazu smiled at her king. "But keep me waiting too long, and I'll eat all your dessert."

"You better not!" Covarog called as he chased after his brother.

Giggling quietly, the queen then turned to Klinge.

Klinge clearly was not well, his spirit needing its pieces to be picked back up. He shouted one last quip to Ralnor. "Prince... perhaps its best you get your office soundproofed. Wouldn't want your wordplay to continue to frighten the staff."

"Do not worry, commander... I'll frighten the poor maids no more." Ralnor chuckled with a sly smirk as he continued walking beside of his brother.

Klinge drooped his head, mumming under his breathe silently. "Did I make you this way? How did I fail you...”

"Hm? I didn't catch that, Klinge?" Zarazu thought he was saying something to her. "Did you say horses or Ba'puu?"

"Horses. I don't want to scare Miranda anymore then she needs to be. Can you take her? I need a moment to catch my breath."

"Yes, I can." Zarazu took the tiny elf from Klinge for a moment, absolutely shocked when the girl held onto her like she was a lifeline. "Shh, shh, it's okay. There's no monsters here, nothing will hurt you now." It would be good to distract her. "Let's talk about nice things now, perhaps a good story. There was once a cute, baby dragon who was so chubby, he had to waddle instead of walk when he followed his human..." She proceeded to tell the elf amusing tales of Ba'puu when he was a hatchling to keep her mind off any potential nightmares.

Klinge held himself against the wall, holding his hands to his head. The undead's breathing grew ragged as he felt his spirit decompose. His body couldn't make him cry. He would never feel tears again. But he knew the emotions. He knew the pain. He had lost outright against Bonegrinder. Had his mind toyed with. Miranda had been turned into a husk of her innocent self. Ralnor, the boy he thought he had been protecting, was just a different breed of monster. Klinge had truly and utterly failed.

~

Later in the evening, Ralnor was finishing a few documents for the Zoran royal family when he heard a familiar voice.

"Pretty prince, pretty prince, that commander of yours is rather infuriating... but does he keep his word?"

"Yes, he does, Bonegrinder," Ralnor placed the documents into a neat stack on the corner of his desk for tomorrow. "He shall not be troubling you anymore."

"Good, good..." The snake then asked the prince. "And what if the little elf talks?"

"She's at Tarrey Hospital if you want to sneak in there and eat her then." Ralnor frowned, not wishing to give the elf another thought. "She disobeyed my orders. Usually my spies are met with death if they think to disobey me or worse if I feel like it. Though if you wish to take care of the problem, I won't object."

"Cold and cruel as ever, pretty prince. Bonegrinder is curious as to what made you this way..."

"A monster told me long ago that it was absolutely vital to do whatever was necessary to ensure the future of the Gerudo, of Hyrule, and my family," Ralnor chuckled darkly as he leaned back in his chair. "I didn't understand then... but I do now." He closed his eyes as a crocodile smile spread its way across his feature. "Simply put, anyone who gets in my way, and I do mean anyone... has to die."

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Best Of Both Worlds

who?: Wanna One’s Park Woojin

genre: 🌸

type: scenario

word count: 4.3K

TW: coarse language

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“Excuse me? What the hell did you just say? I dare you to repeat that shit again!” Your steely glare bore into the sarcastic hazel orbs of Park Woojin’s.

Aka the most annoying person, you had ever encountered.

Woojin sighed and casually repeated his sentence. “I really like your, yes, your best friend, Clara and yes, you should help us get together.”

The words took your brain too much time to process, too much time functioning around Park Woojin.

“Wow,” you drawled. “I lost brain cells trying to comprehend your words so bye, time for me to leave.”

The most, you managed to amble two steps away from him before e caught your elbow.

“Let me go you idiot! Or I’m going to yell to this whole neighbourhood that you bullied me!” You threatened, beyond angered.

Reluctantly, Woojin released his grip on your arm.

“Why should I even help you? Clara has a heart of a puppy! She can’t even harm a damn fly! Why her?” you groaned, picturing a harmful image of Park Woojin and Clara together.

He was the embodiment of the devil while she was the angel who was in charge of the choir in heaven. As a couple, it would be awful.

Disgusting.

Woojin beamed happily. “Because you love your best friend and you want her to be happy,” he explained like he was stating the obvious.

Giving him a once over - just in case he changed in 0.5 seconds, you decided that he was definitely not cut out to be boyfriend material, let alone Clara’s sort of boyfriend material.

You snorted. “She’ll be miserable with you! What kind of guy pours his milk into a bowl before the cereal. Uncultured! Strike one!”

Woojin frowned, teeth gritted. “That was one! time when we were 8 years old!”

Then, as if a light bulb flickered on inside his rather dull head, he smirked. “Don’t you remember when we were 8? And you had this massive crush on Lee Daehwi?”

A hot red seared your cheeks at the mention of that day. The day Park Woojin embarrassed you in front of all your neighbours at the monthly barbecue. Back then, he was the only one who knew you had a crush on Daehwi.

How? Woojin stole your diary in kindergarten, deciphered your illegible handwriting during nap time and discovered your secret crush.

What a gentleman.

“You better shut your mouth before I rip out your vocal cords, sew them back then slowly snip the seams one by one!” You growled threateningly. At least, you hoped to seem more collected than you actually were.

The imagery is really starting to take its toll on me.

“Do you always have to be so graphic?” Woojin rolled his eyes. “All I’m asking is for you to put in a good word for me. What have I done to you?”

Done to me?

A perfectly cut nail jabbed its way into Woojin’s chest accusingly. “You? What have you done to me?”

“I mean, you invaded my privacy when we were kids. Told the whole neighbourhood and the Lee family that I had a crush on their son! Then everyone spent two years thinking I was a slut because you claimed I kissed two people in an hour!”

Woojin took one look at your finger on his chest and flicked it away. “Talk about harassment now.”

You wanted to scream in his face and perhaps tie him upside down to a tree.

Woojin was such a jerk! Helpful next-door neighbour my ass!

You stormed ahead of him, eager to arrive home. Just breathing the same air made your head spin. Slamming the door in his face seemed perfect.

“That was when we were kids! I’ve apologised!” He yelled from behind you before stretching his long legs and catching up with you.

“Sure.”

A sigh left Woojin’s lips as he dramatically pinched the bridge of his nose in mock despair. “Fine. I have a proposition anyway.”

“I’m not interested,” you shot back, boredom filling your tone.

“It involves Lee Daehwi,” he hummed casually.

Those three words. Someone’s name. Those were enough to make you freeze, and cause your heart to pound.

You cleared your throat and tried to appear nonchalant in front of Woojin, hoping he would not notice.

“Okay,” you groaned reluctantly. “I’m listening now.”

If only your complete infatuation allowed you to tune out to whatever Woojin would propose.

Hell, who would make a deal with the devil?

“How fickle of you. I’m wondering if Daehwi even deserves someone like you,” Woojin commented, a teasing smirk on his lips.

Annoyed, you kicked an innocent stray pebble on the sidewalk, wishing it was Woojin’s face.

“Get on with the deal or I’m backing out.”

The boy put his hands up in mock surrender, faking shock. “Woah, okay.”

Surprisingly, he obeyed.

“I’ll set you up with Daehwi, if you help me get into Clara’s good books.”

“You make it sound like-“

“You don’t even have to help me until your ship is sailing,” he cut in hurriedly. “Who else would you go to? I’m Daehwi’s best friend and your next door neighbour, so perfect !”

It sounded like the most perfect proposal in the world. But Woojin wasn’t from this world. Far from it. Down under.

However, because of my stupid adoration for Lee Daehwi, I’m going to give Woojin a chance.

And Clara sleep paralysis.

But how bad could it be? It’ll be a win-win situation at the end.

Hopefully.

Clara’s a strong woman, she can handle herself. Like this, I can also regulate Woojin’s behaviour around her, maybe even sabotage it.

Thoughts like those filled your mind as you weighed out the pros and cons.

You chuckled quietly to yourself and offered Woojin an outstretched hand.

“I believe you’ve got yourself a deal.”

~

It was way past visiting hours at your house, after dinner and the time when the whole family was doing their own thing.

For example, you were holed up in your room, watching the latest drama on your laptop and grinning like an idiot.

That was when your father knocked on your door and announced that someone was here to see you.

Eyes narrowed in suspicion, you padded out to the living room to meet your uninvited guest.

“You!”

Your jaw fell open in disbelief and shock, a finger instinctively pointed accusingly at the person sitting on your sofa.

“What are you doing here?” you hissed, clearly frustrated, mildly annoyed Woojin had to see you in your lazing around outfit.

“Well, hello to you too. I feel so welcome here,” Woojin replied sarcastically.

While you were in your comfiest t-shirt and shorts, Woojin was clearly dressed up for a night out. That fact alone made you worried.

Plopping yourself into space next to him, you asked once more, “What are you doing here?”.

Woojin grinned like the Cheshire cat, wide and proud. “Someone I know is throwing a party tonight and...Daehwi will be there. Facts only.”

“And if you’re lying?”

In all honesty, you wouldn’t put it past him for lying.

He scoffed. “Why would I be? Our pact starts today. The faster I get you and Daehwi together, the faster I can get Clara.”

Woojin stretched out a hand, eyes almost challenging you to grab it. “So, party or no?”

Taking his hand, you shook it. “Give me a while, I need to change and tell my parents. Drinks or whatever are in the fridge.”

Daehwi. Daehwi. Daehwi. He’ll be there.

~

“Impossible,” you muttered under your breath, scanning the crowd frantically for any sign of Woojin or Daehwi.

Half an hour after losing Woojin, he was still nowhere to be found. Sure, he had instructed you to wait in the kitchen while he fetched Daehwi but he was taking way too long.

Plus, the kitchen began filling up with hungry drunkards and you figured it was time to scram.

Even though this party could be considered ‘small’, you weren’t exactly familiar with any of the faces. 

Who even threw this party? Their snack selection sucked.

“Y/N!”

Finally!

Pushing through the crowd, you reached the other side of the house, from where Woojin was calling.

“Damnit! Don’t you know how to pick up a phone?” He flashed his phone screen in your face, the device was calling yours.

“Sorry. But you, you took way too much time to fetch him,” you fired back. “And, I called you twice as well!”

Luckily, Daehwi noticed your presence and decided to break the ice.

“Hey y/n, good to see you. Woojin never mentioned you would be here tonight,” he said with a smile.

“Hi!” You glared in Woojin’s direction to ask for help. “Uh, I love giving surprises so, here I am!”

You swore he facepalmed.

“Uh, I love parties and all!” You added much to Woojin’s horror.

To your relief, Daehwi only chuckled in amusement.

“Oh my god! Guys, it’s MY song! This is MY jam and...it’s time to dance! Come along,” Woojin shouted, dragging you and Daehwi to dance without waiting for replies.

“Oh, I didn’t know you listened to Taylor Swift,” Daehwi murmured. Woojin paid no mind to his accurate comment.

Woojin didn’t. As his next-door neighbour, all you had heard for the past few nights were pop and rap songs with the occasional ballad thrown in.

“Guess he’s trying out something new,” you added, trying to seem casual and composed.

In reality, your heart was going to leap out of your chest.

Quite a graphic scene.

Suddenly, Woojin announced that he needed a drink, or saw someone he knew, whichever excuse came first. He left you and Daehwi in the centre of the dance floor with a wink.

Shit! That prick knows I can’t dance!

Act composed. Breathe in, breathe out. Breathe in, breathe out.

“I love this song,” you said, attempting to groove but ended up stepping on someone’s toes.

“Um, looks like you and Woojin have similar tastes, haha! Y’all must spend a lot of time together,” Daehwi responded, somewhat unsure of how to react.

Crap!

“Oh, nah.” You quickly tried to brush off the assumption. “We’re just neighbours. You know that. You’re my neighbour too. Wait, why am I telling you this. You already know this. I-“

Ahh, the rambling.

Inhaling deeply, you calmed down and gathered your words properly.

���Sorry for my rambling. I think the party has me a little woozy,” you explained sheepishly.

People began to jostled you around, so you ended up finding your spot on the sidelines. Daehwi trailed after you.

He shook his head in, disagreeing. “Don’t be.”

Then, his thick brows furrowed with concern, eyes searching for any signs of distress. “Are you okay? Do you want me to call Woojin? You should be heading home if you’re feeling unwell.”

This is why he’s so perfect. He is THE sweetest man on this planet and no one can change my opinion.

“No!” The yell was a little too loud, causing a couple of odd looks to be thrown your way. You hastily made up a believable excuse, trying to smile flirtatiously, “Uh, I just got here. Besides, we just met!”

“I’ll be taking that away from you.”

In one swift motion, Woojin had swooped your cup of ‘whatever it was from the kitchen bar’ and throwing it into the trash.

You blinked twice at him, almost unable to believe what had just happened. “Woojin! Wha-“

Daehwi looked relieved to find Woojin. “Thank god you’re here! Uh, I...oh! Youngmin hyung!”

He looked to you, then to Woojin and back to you. “If you don’t mind...”

Woojin nodded in ‘Youngmin’s’ direction, grabbing a hold of your elbow. “Go ahead.”

Your mutter was incomprehensible.

“I guess, I’ll see you guys around! Nice meeting you here! Drive safely!” Daehwi bid the two of you goodbye with a wave. He disappeared pretty quickly into the crowd.

“Do you want to stay?” Woojin gestured to the most happening place of the party. Sighing, you rubbed your temples and shook your head, kicking the trash bin on the way out.

When you were seated in Woojin’s car and definitely out of earshot, did you begin to spill the short encounter to your friend.

“He asked me if I was okay!”

“He does that all the time.” Was his muted reply. “...But good job, I saw you guys talking.”

Woojin took a left down the lane.

A scoff left your lips. “Of course, until you interrupted us and threw my drink in the trash.”

He remained nonchalant with his answer. “Okay. Whatever that was had reached your brain and you were acting like a malfunctioning Ken doll. I saved your ass from embarrassing yourself in front of Daehwi.”

Reclining into the plush leather seat, you nodded playfully. “Whatever helps you sleep at night.”

With another turn, Woojin cleared his throat. “So, about our deal...”

“Yeah, yeah, Clara and all.”

Honestly, no bones in your body were excited to introduce Woojin to Clara. Even though she had witnessed your ‘banter’ with him, she never knew who he was. Plus, she was the nicest type of friend who thought of everyone in the best possible light.

Most people.

Woojin? Definitely.

Settling on her contact, your finger hovered directly above the illuminated blue button.

Text or call?

“How about next Saturday, a double date, bbq place next to the library?” You suggested.

“Double date?” Woojin questioned, brow quirked.

“Yeah, you, me, Daehwi, Clara. She loves barbecue by the way. I’ll say you suggested the idea,” you said, throwing in ideas as they came.

A smile broke out on Woojin’s face, so wide it made your heart flutter. You reached over and pinched one of his cheeks.

“You’re blushing,” you sang with delight.

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?” Woojin admitted without hesitation. “Barbecue?”

“Text sent!” You confirmed happily, nearly tossing your phone to the back seat.

“Let’s get it.”

~

You: hey Clara, caught a fever, not coming to school so help me tell everyone, okay?

Clara: omg :((( i hope you get better soon and I’ll drop by later. Get some rest now💖

Right after you received her reply, you sent a heart back and threw your phone across your room.

The fever had really gotten you all worked up. It was incredibly annoying that your immune system picked and chose the times to malfunction.

Such as a fever two days before you were scheduled for a double date!

Wonderful.

The thought of cancelling the date mad you blush hotly with anger and frustration. Maybe you cried once or twice thinking about how the ‘breaking the news’ scenario would play out.

All you could do was to wait for the fever to subside then sweet talk your way into your parent’s approval. They would feel uneasy.

You hissed, retracting a hand away from your forehead that burned like hot coals.

Well, nothing could materialise unless the fever broke.

Sulkily, you slipped under the blankets again and hoped for rest to come.

Somehow, you wondered if Woojin had noticed your absence from school, or whether he noticed you hadn’t left your house that morning.

The fever must have severe impacts on your prefrontal cortex. Who would think of him? Why do I want him to notice? Do I want him to care?

At least, you managed to quietly slip into a serene dream.

~

“Rise and shine, brat .” A voice rang, echoing off the walls of your brain.

“Get up! You need to wake up! Your forehead’s burning, you have to take your pills!”

Mum? But,,,mum doesn’t swear and she’s meant to be at work. Clara? Clara never swears! Besides, she has tuition today. Neither of them have deep voices...Dad is at work too...

Woojin?

Wait, it could be Daehwi?

Trying to guess the person from voice alone was a seemingly easy task for a person whose brain wasn’t being eaten up by a fire.

Strange, it placed Woojin on the list too.

“What,” you whispered, unamused.

Claps sounded through the atmosphere, and a sarcastic voice followed suit. “Fantastic! Sleeping beauty has awoken! Though, I must say you look much more like the beast when asleep.”

At that comment, your eyes flew open and you leapt up to confront the intruder.

“Park Woojin! What are you doing here?”

Isn’t this the second time in two weeks that he has adventured into my house? First my living room and now my bedroom?

“Woojin! Now, I have to disinfect my whole house because of your germs!”

With a gentle push on your shoulder, you fell back onto your bed. “Relax,” Woojin said. “I come in peace.”

He gestured to his mysterious metal tureen, a teddy bear and a balloon. “The notes are from your friends. Clara got you the balloon and, I bought you the bear.”

Weirdly enough, you felt paper wings of tiny butterflies flap in your stomach and heart begin to thud.

“Oh,” you muttered wordlessly, accepting his teddy bear.

Woojin then proceeded to offer you the container of chicken broth stew, saying how he spent hours broiling it. He also managed to brag about his excellent chef skills.

After which, he presented a folder of all the work you had missed, with a sticky note of instructions. It was neatly organised and even had colourful sticky tabs.

“Clara collected the work and asked me to deliver it,” he clarified.

Clara’s handwriting was a whole lot neater and more cursive than his boxy letters.

Still, you played along, not wanting to put him in a spot.

“Why are you doing all this for me? You really didn’t have to.”

A part of you was reluctant to hear the truth because Park Woojin came up with the most ridiculous reasons ever. But the other half wanted to know if this meant something, at least platonically.

For a minute, Woojin distracted himself by looking anywhere but in your direction.

“You idiot,” he finally snickered. “I still need my favourite wingman for Saturday. Can’t have you bailing on me.”

You sort of knew he was joking and truthfully, it made a whole lot of sense. Yet, why did it somehow hurt?

Sensing the shift in your mood, Woojin grew anxious. He gave your shoulder a pat. “Hey, all that aside. I came here as your next door neighbour and your friend. You can call me anytime.”

Reassuring.

His words were so reassuring.

Friends.

We were friends now.

Maybe you were sick and ignoring his usual stupid, goofy side and tapping into the soppy, emotional perspective but you appreciated this unseen side of your new friend.

“Thank you for caring,” you expressed with gratitude.

He gave a charming boyish nod before enveloping you in a bone-crushing hug.

Woojin looks like the kind of guy to give good hugs

~

A glance at the clock told you that you were five minutes late to the barbecue place.

The main reason: the cool, calm, playful Park Woojin was having a total breakdown in his bedroom

First, it was about the colour of his shirt. Then, how he did his hair and how many earrings he should wear.

The past hour or so was spent on you trying to encourage and reassure him.

“Cheer up! You always look amazing in everything and you’ll look even better when you show off your cooking skills! I know you can make a mean fried rice!”

“But, what if-“

“No buts! You can do this! You’re Park Woojin! And, you have me! The best wingman in the world!”

Your energetic pep talk seemed to have calmed his nerves for the time being.

Meanwhile, you received text updates of food Daehwi and Clara had ordered.

It seemed like the two of them hit it off well in the short time they had been sitting at the same table. Their casual banter got on your nerves more than it should have.

Yet, your mind was more preoccupied thinking about Woojin.

He had barely uttered a word to Clara.

Deciding that enough was enough, you kicked him in the shin under the table.

“Ouch!” He exclaimed. “What the hell?”

“That’s...not...how you grill meat, Woojin! Let me teach you how. I think food is an essential part of a conversation starter, don’t ruin it,” you warned through gritted teeth.

“Hey! It's not like you do any better in cooking,” Woojin shot back, clearly not getting the message.

Clara smiled sweetly and awed. “These two argue like a married couple! How cute!”

You picked up the scissors and gave a little ‘snip-snip’. “I’ll chop off my ring finger before he ever proposes!”

Clara motioned for you to calm down before whining about your dramatic ways.

“I think they’re funny,” Woojin suddenly defended. “I-I mean...it’s fun to challenge someone.”

Daehwi and Clara exchanged not-so-subtle looks.

Oh no.

They think that this ‘double date’ is for them to wingman us! Plus, they do look like they enjoy each other’s company.

Woojin would be so crushed! I need to warn him.

“Woojin,” you coughed. “I think I left my...wallet in the car. Could you come with me to get it?”

Wordlessly and with shaky hands, he passed you the car keys. You swore you saw him suck in a deep breath when your fingers brushed.

You felt sparks too, you were just better at concealing them, for the sake of Clara and Daehwi.

Woojin couldn’t stay here alone. What if they get the wrong idea and interrogate him until he is forced to reveal our pact? That’ll end his chances with Clara forever!

This pact was so stupid!

But it did give me some of the best moments of my life. Woojin bringing soup over, going to parties together...

“Uh, I forgot where we parked the car.”

Groaning, Woojin got up from his seat, back to his usual self. “Seriously? I suppose it comes with age. Your skin looks a lot more wrinkly than before.”

Yes, he was back to his usual self.

“You’re insufferable! I can’t believe it,” you grumbled, quickly steering both of you out of the shop.

Out of sight, you filled him in on how the current, dire situation. But that didn’t faze him one bit.

“Hello? Woojin! You have to talk to Clara okay? Giving her a yoghurt smoothie every day isn’t going to suffice!”

You continued to talk once the car came into sight.

“Besides, you were so nervous about meeting her! Chill, calm down. Now’s the perfect time to use all your charm on her!”

“I like you.”

You stopped dead in your tracks, jaw dropping open as you locked eyes with Woojin. Surely, he’s kidding.

Right?

It has to be his confession for Clara. That’s what he’s so nervous about! He just needed to rehearse with me.

A half-hearted laugh let your lips. “Woojin, don’t play with my feelings.  At least give me a warning before you practice your confession on me.”

He glanced away then looked straight into your eyes.

“Hey, Clara,” he began confidently.

You offered a thumbs up for encouragement.

“Don’t get me wrong, I think you’re an amazing person but, it isn’t working out between us-“

A frowned etched into your face and you reminded that it was love confession, not a breakup scene.

“I like your friend, y/n. So, please help me tell them to stop being so dense!”

I. Like. You.

What the hell.

“You don’t have to tell me anything now, or ever. I just wanted you to know,” he said. “Come on, let’s go back before they finish lunch.”

“Why do you like me?” you blurted out. “I mean, we hated each other from day one, remember?”

He shrugged, his cute shrug. “You are a lot different from the version that I ‘hated’. I think getting to know and understand you made me realise how much I enjoyed being together.”

“As for Clara, I was infatuated, we talked about it on one of our many yogurt smoothie encounters. She...likes someone else anyway, but I’m not hurt or anything.”

Even though your face burned and your head hung low, every single bone in your body was bursting with joy.

“I don’t know what to say,” you finally admitted.

Truthfully, your whole Daehwi crush had died down the more time you spent with Woojin. Daehwi was a good friend and Woojin? Well, you had to work that out.

“Can I get back to you on it? We live next door, we can talk any time,” you suggested shyly.

Woojin burst out laughing. “Woah. You gon’ break my heart just like that? Bold. I like it.”

Ahhh, my favourite side of Park Woojin is back.

Snickering, you fought back. “Can’t wait till I set your hair on fire and you’ll feel what it’s like to be...roasted.”

“Oops, forgot you feel that all the time whenever I’m around.”

Woojin rolled his eyes and smirked, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Funny, but you’re the one always getting clowned. Remember that time I threw slime into your hair, you never realised and your crush had to point it out to you? History can repeat itself today.”

Damn, now I’m going to lie awake tonight thinking about that incident.

“You better take that back before give you all the burnt meat today!” you declared. “God, I can’t stand you!”

Chortling, Woojin wrapped an arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer. “Watch out for cars. Your blind ass is going to get run over one day.”

He leaned down to whisper in your ear, leaving a shiver running down your spine.

“You know you love me.”

Two fingers gently pinched his cheek in response.

“Please. I love barbecued meat more than you. Don’t get ahead of yourself.”

But secretly, once he was looking away, you grinned, stretching from ear to ear and your heart never felt warmer.

[delightfulmiraclecrusade-blog]

Manipulate My Decisions

"Hello New York!"

The crowd went wild of the sight of the raven haired beauty up there on stage. Bandages covering his eyes, a miracle that he could see where he was taking a step. Weird. That was the thought that he first seen that God on stage. The corners of his lips curled up into a small smirk as he gazed up at Rivalle. The name of the performer on stage. Most likely a stage name and nothing else. The male was short, it was the most noticeable feature that he. Still is actually. A blond with a bowl hair cut was jumping beside him, jumping with most of his clothing the same as his own it seemed. Everyone looked overall, proud and happy that they'd been able to catch the Japanese beauty up in stage with his pale fingers wrapped around the black microphone.

"Rivalle!"

The male's name was called over the quiet music. It wasn't going to be quiet for long. After all, this was a concert. Nothing was ever quiet during a concert. Even communicating a simple 'I Have To Get Closer!' Or 'I Need To Go To The Bathroom.' Was harder to say if you were with a group. Like Eren was currently. Mikasa, who was beside him jumping up and down with the others. In all honesty, the brunette had surprised most people in their group. Since in the past, Mikasa had practically dragged the young punk to his first ever concert that Eren had ever gone to of this man. Back then, there was an entire group. 'No Name' or something similar. But, since the demand for 'Rivalle' was so high. They seemed to do a full album with just his songs. No 'Hanji' or the other male in the band. Seemed that they all supported the tour. Yes, Tour. This wasn't the only concert. The male would be traveling around the globe sadly. And away from his home town.

"Let's Get This Concert Started!"

That was all it took for the lights to dim and the screaming to get louder then anything in the world for a moment before it quieted down. Only the extreme fangirls yelling out, chanting the young star's name. His friends that had tagged along, were the infamous Freckled Horse Couple. Jean and Marco. Even with a broken arm, the most freckled and kindest in the group had came along to this concert. Showed the dedication he had for 'Rivalle's Songs' It Seemed. Next, Was Mikasa and Armin. The bowl-cut haired boy beside him that was previously jumping like a rabbit in so much excitement. Another die-hard fan of 'No Name' in general. Another couple that had decided to come along with them, forming a seven-person group. It was the Bald Pringles couple. As the others liked to tease them. But, they never complained about the nickname for them. If anything, they fueled the fire for the name to be used more and more. For more laughs of course.

"I Wanna Follow Where He Goes, I Think About Him And He Knows It."

The smirk playing on his lips only widened at those words. Bringing back the memories of after the last show. One moment by one moment.

"I Wanna Let Him Take Control,  'Cause Everytime He Gets Close Yeah.."

It was about a year ago, the fifth 'No Name' Concert. Fueling their careers on faster and farther then they'd ever expected. It had to be the melodic tune of Levi Ackerman's Voice that made it happen. Who couldn't just sit there beside the god for hours, just listening to him even list off the ingredients off of a grocery list would be enough for Girls to start attacking the young pop star in less then five seconds. Gay guys would probably say the same thing. Men would kill to have that voice. And Chicks would kill to wake up to that voice each morning. Well, Eren wasn't even exaggerating at that point. That year, He was also taken to that concert. Dragged to it by none other then Mikasa, his step-sister. Who, he'd admit, had a bit of an obsession with 'No Name'  just from one glance at her bedroom, would be easy to see.

"He Pulls Me In Enough To Keep Me Guessin', And Maybe I Should Stop And Start Confessin'"

A day or two before the concert, Eren had actually went to one of the nearby Internet cafés in the area where his university was in. Shingeki University, if he remembered it correctly. It was an English-Japanese university. Where a lot of students where. It wasn't too hard or too easy passing the classes. Just right for people like himself. Who got, overall decent grades. Bs and Cs mostly. A rare A once in a while. Well, that was in high school, but the point was already made. A male was seated in the corner of the café, A cafe something along the lines of Wings. Or Freedom. He couldn't refer the full name.

"Confessin' Yeah.."

Eren had gotten his latte, asking the male if the seat parallel to him was open. Since, The Café was apparently a beehive with every single bee inside. Hiding from the rain that would've been pelleting down. Then again, there might've been a test coming soon for another major. Making everyone there most likely cramming for a test that was coming up. Then again, The male normally didn't pay much attention to the dates that tests were set on. The raven haired male that had a light gray scarf pulled up to his nose was probably cramming too, was what Eren had assumed. Not so far fetched.

"Oh! I've been shakin, I love it when you go crazy!"

The brunette couldn't remember what in the heavens inspired him to strike up a normal conversation with the male. Who, overall, looked like he was freezing with the along of layers it seemed he had on. It was just muscle. But, he couldn't have known at that time. Who would've? A Five-Foot Three tall male wouldn't even look scary or someone that could work out for as long as an athlete. Then again, it was simply his own opinion. His opinions were never good anyways. The two males had began chatting with one another, long enough for the shorter of the two to soon close his laptop. Getting a better view of this emerald orbed beauty before him. Two strangers talking as if they've known each other for years and just reunited was something possibly unthinkable. But, it was possible. Even if it was unthinkable.

"You take all my inhibitions, Baby there's nothin' holding me back!"

The next day or so, the concert had began. With all three of the members of 'No Name' were on that big stage. Preforming to their heart's content. The melodic voice of the main singer bowing most of the audience away. Eren, being the male that wasn't extremely interested in pop. Wasn't one of those die-hard hands. Yet. So, finding something for him to do during the time filled with screeching, woman's ovaries exploding and the music that group produced. The raven hair styled into an undercut that the young-looking main singer had gave him a small pang of déjà vu in the back of his head. But, the male couldn't connect the obvious. Who could in the first place?

"You take me places that tear up my reputation.."

The two had met up in that coffee shop the morning after the show. Fate possibly? Neither believed that word. Or the meaning behind it. A fact they both learned on their seemingly second meeting. When, it was actually their third meeting. The raven haired male seemed a bit relaxed, the amount of people in the crowd that was in the venue that they had rented seemed to cover up the taller of the two. Making it seem like Eren hadn't actually  been there. Which meant that the secret of his pop star life stays a secret for the moment. Levi Ackerman not being 'Rivalle' the pop star that was currently still in the spotlight. Loving that Levi Ackerman actually had someone to talk to that wasn't a therapist that knew of his pop star life. Of course, there was Hanji and Mike. But, there was so much comfort that those two could give the young pop star.

"Manipulate my decisions, Baby there's nothin' holdin' me back."

Soon enough, Eren's Punk persona was found out and took up a bit of their conversations in that cafe. Where they almost always meet up when their schedules fit it. Between classes, studio sessions and friends, it wasn't that easy. But, neither of them new of each other's lives. To Levi, Eren was A simple collage student. An 'Art Major'. Eren's own words. And, To Eren, Levi was a simple Collage student aswell. From a different collage then his own. A 'Music' Major. Nothing more was said, nothing less. By their fourth month of knowing each other. The two were practically inseparable. How a simple meeting at an Internet café could go into such a good friendship.

"There's nothin' holding me back, There's nothin' holding me back!"

Yet, there was one thing that they haven't exactly thought about during their friendship was still developing each and everyday. Their friends. Somehow, they had gotten weird the last few days. Eren saying a subtle 'No' To graffiti? The thing he was almost always recommending they would do. Levi, saying 'No' to cleaning their penthouse and simply leaving it? The raven would usually clean the house three, four times a day before even thinking about leaving it. But, those two didn't care it seemed. Both were struck by Cupid's arrow easily.

"'Cause if we lost our minds and we took it way too far, I know we'd be alright, I know we would be alright.."

One day, Eren had decided to get out of that café and go somewhere else with Levi. A friend that was now closer to him then Mikasa and Armin put together. Dragging the older of the two along with hm, his tanned fingers wrapped around Levi's wrist. Weaving through the crowds of people easily, one of them having laughter bubble past his lips while his shorter friend was rolling his eyes but smiling still a bit. Feeling overall content with following after the younger male, dressed in black along with multiple piercings. But, personally, those eyes were the most interesting of all.

"If you were by my side and we stumbled in the dark, I know we'd be alright.."

The twos feet took them to a club. Letting them party there for a bit. A bit meaning about two hours. Until eleven at night. Both had gotten drunk that night. And, learned that one liked wine more while the other enjoyed beer more. You can only guess who liked what more at the bar. Both of them had also been more of the touchy feely kind of drunks on the dance floor, chuckling and letting loose. Both of them having the best night of their lives together. Though, they didn't go much farther then that. Not yet at least.

"'Cause if we lost our minds and we took it way too far, But I know we'd be alright, I know we would be alright.."

They both stumbled around the alleyways. Giggling and chuckling with one another as they made their way back to Levi's shared penthouse with the other's. Somehow, Hanji was Held back by Mike and didn't go off attacking their star singer. But, they had also gotten the wrong image after the two had stumbled on top of the L-couch. Eren had fallen down first before Levi followed. Both of the. Passing out a couple moments later, both sleeping silently without a single worry in the world.

"If You Were By My side and we stumbled in the dark, I know we'd be alright, I know we would be alright."

And the rest? Is history.

"Oh, I've been shakin' I love it when you go crazy You take all my inhibitions Baby, there's nothin' holding me back You take me places that tear up my reputation Manipulate my decisions Baby, there's nothin' holding me back There's nothin' holding me back I feel so free when you're with me, baby Baby, there's nothin' holding me back!"

And with that last verse. The ravenette's hand pointed out wards me, a faint smile appearing on his lips as he gazed at me. Even with those bandages wrapped around his eyes. Their love definitely shown more then the bug star on stage. At least, in Eren's mind.

[theneedforluv]

Home pt.2

part 3 of Fan meeting << previous part (M)

Jungkook x Male Reader (0,7k fluff)

Summary (anons request):  tooth-rotting fluff. maybe like jungkook and the reader are having a movie night and the other members just barge in and tease the reader

A/N: Ahh finally! sorry it took so long ~ hope you still here and enjoy! ♥

You like both, day and night. However, recently you grew to like nights more. Why? Because of Jungkook, who was your boyfriend now. Nights were the only time you two were alone, in your room. The fact nobody except Namjoon knew was a bit bothering, but you managed. You thought of telling other members for long now, but neither of you two got the courage just yet. Not like you were scared of others not accepting you, but rather too shy.

Once something had to pop the bubble of pretending though.

It’s one evening when your members decided to go eat outside, but you with Jungkook stayed at the dorms, wanting some more time alone. But this time not for sex. You just thought it would be nice to just relax, make a movie night together without being scared of getting caught cuddling together.

So here you are, laying on the couch together cuddled up, a bowl of popcorn laying on your thighs, a gay romantic comedy playing on TV. It feels nice, in fact, more than nice, your fingers interlaced with his, love in the air, occasional laughing at the dumb scenes in the movie, soft kisses every now and then, soft smiles for each other when you looked at yourselves. It felt too good to be with the person you love, your and yours only, you tell yourself, at moments like these forgetting you two were public people with very little personal life. Now he is all yours and you are all his. You can feel the love is mutual. Precious. Secret. Lovely. Pleasing. Delicate.

You take a piece of popcorn and put it in front of Jungkook’s lips, so he opens mouth but you dodge it, eating it yourself instead. You burst in fit of giggles as he starts tickling you.

“H-hey, stop!” you laugh your tears out, hardly managing the popcorn keep in one place. “P-popcorn!” You say and he stops, both of you lightly laughing like there is no single thing to worry about in this world. You try to collect all the pieces of popcorn that is now spilled all over your blanket, Jungkook peppering your head with kisses, making it a bit hard for you to comply your task.

When you finish, you start returning the kisses. It turns out be one of many makeouts you two always somehow end up with. And yet again it feels like a heaven, his silky hair curling under your grip, your soft hair under his, you completely forget about the film. Or the fact others can return any minute now.

And ofcourse they do. Hoseok is first who starts yelling the moment he sees you two. It’s already too late because other members heads pop out behind Hoseok. “Yaaah you two!!” he points at you. “Finally!”

You and Jungkook tear apart, too shocked of the new situation you weren’t expecting. “What?” You ask.

Hoseok laughs as he enters the room, followed by others who also smile. “You two were so obvious, you really thought we didn’t know?”

“Um..” You sigh.

“Yah! Our maknaes ~ So cute ~” Jimin briefly hugs you and Jungkook from behind. “Just wanna you to know we are totally okay with it!” He smiles and stands up again.

“Yeah, you didn’t have to hide it so long.” Jin says, leaning on the door.

At this point you and Jungkook are so red, you can feel it without looking into mirror. You look at Namjoon.

“I didn’t say anything.” Namjoon raises his hands and shakes his head.

Taehyung laughs. “You two should see yourselves at dance practices. Can’t get your eyes from each other every time, its gross!”

“Or most of the public events, can’t even put your phone away, like the last fan meeting!” Hoseok continues in teasing you.  

“Or-” Taehyung starts again but Jungkook cuts his words off.

“Alright, alright okay!” Your boyfriend all red like you stops your embarrassment.

You are just speechless. All the times you tried to hide yourselves were useless? Damn, you hope they didn’t hear you in the nights because that would be super embarrassing. Well if so, they didn’t manage to say anything more, because Jungkook luckily stopped them.

The whole situation made you feel a bit (a lot) awkward, but you were glad it ended how it ended. A few teasing comments from others were only expectable, but what’s important is, that they didn’t have problem with it. You really wouldn’t know what to do. The feeling that you feel is love and that's the most important.

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hit ♥ if you liked ~

[pinkrocketimagines]

Carousel: Part 2 (COLE X READER)

CAROUSEL: PART 2

 SUMMARY: Your second day in the set of Riverdale. How your friendship with the cast escalates, even more so- your crush on Cole. 

Playful and funny- with a surprise ending.

 A/N: I’ve decided to make 5 parts out of this storY, so I apologize if it’s too slow for your liking :( It’s my first fanfic so I thought I might as well take it slow and make it a good one. Requests are open if you would like to read something else <3 Thanks for reading, here’s a cup of tea !!!!

-

 Today you have an introductory scene with Cole. The last time you met, which was the day before, he was really friendly and although you didn’t have much of a conversation with him, you could easily tell how cordial and nice he was.

 You arrive really early on set since it’s only your second day ( and also because you were really excited to work with Cole). Mark tells you to rehearse your lines since Cole might take some time to come. You sit there in the hair and makeup room and go through your lines over and over again. It’s a really small scene but you don’t wanna mess it up- for obvious reasons. Lili and Camila soon join you and you guys have a long and easy chat as you get your hair done.

 “So, (y/n)” Lili gives you a cheeky grin “ second day, huh? How’s it going for ya’?”

“Okay, I guess. I have a scene with Cole today” you give her a small smile.

“Ah! Good luck working with that one! He’ll probably arrive late” Lili groans

You snicker at her comment.

“Speak of the devil” Camila remarks as a handsome and sleepy Cole enters the room like he owns the place!

“Was that for me? Aw Cam, you really know how to crush a poor guy’s spirit early morning” Cole makes a puppy face. AND YOU SWEAR YOU COULD’VE JUST DIED RIGHT THEN AND THERE.

You try to keep you cool and stay quiet. “ (y/n), was it?” Cole walks towards you “we have a scene today”

 “Yeah” you quietly answer and give him a small smile. Lili and Cam snicker at how shy you get around other people. “Be nice to her okay, Cole!” Lili warns

Cole rolls his eyes, “You guys make me sound like I’m such a bad boy” he places his hand on his chest dramatically. He looks up at you and clears his throat,”So my lady, may I escort you to our precious set?” he extends his hand. 

You chuckle and take his hand.

Lili and Cam laugh in the background, “ (Y/N)! You really need to break out of your shell” Cam exclaims

 “Nah, I like her this way. Shy and cute” Cole remarks, and then he looks at Lil and Cam, “ Not like you two crazy ass loud hyperactive oompa loompas” he blurts abruptly and runs out of the room before Lil and Cam gets a chance to hit him- all the while still holding your hand.

 Did he just call you cute?

 -

It has been three weeks since you joined the cast of Riverdale. Everything has been great so far. Your crush on Cole has only gotten bigger, and suprisingly you’ve done a pretty great job in keeping it a secret. I mean, you’re really close with Lili and Cam now, they’re your girls but you still see them as huge tv actresses you take pride in calling them your friends. I guess you happen to feel that way because the show hasn’t gone out yet, so no one really knows who you are.

 Today’s just like any other day. Nothing out of the ordinary. You haven’t seen Cole all day because you had several shots to take care of. You were in the set, practicing your lines when-

“Hey kiddo” you hear a voice from the back.

You turn around to find a certain red-haired guy, “ C’mon KJ! Stop calling me that” you groan. He taps your head like you’re a 5 year old boy and sits next to you.

“Yeah, KJ. She’s an infant. How dare you call her a kiddo?” Cole teases as he makes his way. Ah! As handsome as ever.

“Whatever” you grunt and pretend to be mad.

“Aw, hit a nerve there, did I ?” Cole comes closer to you, making your heart flutter, ”infant” he whispers.

“COLE!” you start hitting him with your transcripts as he and KJ laugh horrendously.

“(Y/N)!” Mark yells

“Okay, guys. That’s my cue. Don’t miss me too much”

Both of them scoffs, “I won’t. I don’t know about KJ though” Cole jokes

KJ pretends to wipe a tear, “I can barely hold it in”

You roll your eyes, “Whatever,” and wave them a temporary goodbye.

-

What an exhausting day. You’ve had 6 scenes altogether- you’ve never been this tired in set before. Exhausted, sleepy and hungry, you groan and fall on the sofa placed near the stage.

 You decide to take a quick nap before packing. So tired.

You’re awakened, some 10 minutes later, by a very unfamiliar snort and the sound of someone breathing heavily, close to your face.

You yell in fright as you open your eyes to find a hideous face staring back at you.

Damn it, Cole.

He had just beaten all the records of funny faces with this scary one, he had his eyes so big and his mouth of enormous, it scared the living daylights out of you.

This boy, I swear. As much as you adore him, he is also the most annoying person you’ve met! 

“What is wrong with you, Cole!,” you yell, “What is wrong with you,” you hit his arm.

He couldn’t help but laugh out loud, he apparently found it so funny he even had tears form in his eyes, “ HAHA, I knew that would scare you. But not that much. You should’ve seen your face!!”

“Whatever,” you give him an angry face and fix your hair, “ you’re annoying!!!” you make your way out.

“C’mon, don’t be like that!” he runs over to you, “Fine, I’m sorry!” he tries to sound apologetic but he still can’t stop himself from laughing.

 “You’re still laughing, oh my god.”

 “No, No.” he controls his laughter,” Let me make it up to you,” he says.

 Interesting. “How?” you try to sound angry.

“Dinner?” he suggests.

 Dinner with Cole Sprouse? Am I in heaven?