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lilies & lilacs pt. i

SUMMARY: A dilemma with his grand charity gala brings Todoroki Shouto, CEO of Todoroki Enterprises, at your humble flower shop’s doorstep.

pairing: ceo!todoroki shouto x florist!reader

genre: eventual smut. fluff. slow burn. no quirks au.

word count: 5.6k+

warnings: none in this part, but expect sexual content in the future.

author’s note: this has been rotting in my wips for a couple of months now, but i finally decided to post it with the decision of progressing the story into parts. thank you to the lovely rosie aka @shoutogepi for initially betareading this and keeping the hype up for the fic in our chats together (love you <333)! feedback is welcomed and before you ask, im opening a taglist for the next 2 parts so just ask if you wish to be included

The uneasy padding of her boss’ dress shoes across the floor of his office made the secretary restless. She knew the bad news she delivered would cause some displeasure to stir within him, but never would she expect his tough bearings to falter, his troubles conveyed in hasty steps and frayed skin skewing those handsome features.

During the past two years she’s worked for him, she always thought his expression was nearly unreadable. When it came to his high position, her boss was forward and direct at conducting business—calm, stoic, and a perfect representation of efficiency and strong work ethic in his field. So while she witnessed the man’s uncharacteristic distress before her eyes, she wasn’t sure how this could end well for her.

Sweat began beading her forehead at the tension creeping between each tap of his feet against the hardwood below, coming to an unnerving halt behind his desk. When her eyes found his, all she could gather in those gray and turquoise clouds was annoyance toward their current predicament.

“What do you mean we don’t have a florist booked yet?” he repeated the dilemma she relayed to him merely moments ago. Hearing the agitation in his voice caused a nervous gulp to drop in her throat. She clutched her clipboard firmly in her arms to keep herself anchored in the wake of her boss’ growing frustration. However, she was still unsure how to continue as the words remained sealed in her mouth.

“Well?” Noticing his secretary’s lack of response, he pushed forward, hands leaning against the edge of his mahogany desk. The woman urged herself to endure the obstacles by first breathing through her nose before swallowing the lump in her throat, responding quickly.

“Um, Mr. Todoroki, sir, it seems all the florists on our list have all been booked for other events for the rest of the month,” she said, but mentally scolded herself when she heard herself sputter in such an unprofessional manner. Despite that, she prayed the explanation was enough to sate even a fraction of her boss’ inner turmoil.

Shouto approached her answer with silence before that foreseeable sigh left his lips, spilling with exasperation. He turned, his back facing the secretary, gaze lined to the windows gracing him with sunlight behind his desk. Stuck in contemplation, he pinched the bridge of his nose, mouth pursed in a firm line.

Where am I going to find a florist in time for this damn charity gala? He internally griped, closing his eyes as if that would help him uncover the solution to this untimely mess.

His esteemed company, Todoroki Enterprises, had arranged a plan to hold a widely anticipated charity gala by the end of this month. The event was conducted to raise funds for all manners of different charities that would vary in the level of grandeur on display. And given that the organizing for the event would be under his very name, Shouto had the critical responsibility of ensuring nothing but peak quality to those that would attend.

His staff had long procured the venue and were managing the layout of the gala. They sought out some suitable entertainment, booked catering, and scheduled for the charity auctions and raffles to take place throughout the night. What was still needed were the decorations, and right now that was where they hit their deadend with no florist currently reserved.

And here’s the real kicker: the gala was two weeks away.

Two. Weeks.

How he allowed for such errors to occur was beyond him at this point. All that really mattered was that he found a way to correct those mistakes and fast.

As much as Shouto figured he could skip past the flowers and substitute them with some other kind of flashy decorations, he already had a clear idea of how he wanted the gala to look. The floral arrangements would compliment the theme of the event exceedingly well. Turning back on the plan would be an insult to everyone’s prepared attire for the evening, with the dress code already sent out to all the distinguished guests invited to this grandiose ball. No doubt in his mind, he needed that florist, and needed them stat.

Sure on his resolution, he finally shifted to face his secretary. The anxious expression plastered on her face greeted him, and at that, Shouto bit his lip. His guilt surfaced for allowing his emotions to affect his workspace. He knew better than to take out his frivolous thoughts on his staff, who very well had no control over the situation. So he eased the atmosphere, attempting to lift the tension surrounding his office in the dreary gray of his temper.

“Nishiyama, I’m sorry for my behavior just now,” he apologized. The secretary, in turn, was taken aback, eyes widened. Her anxiety slowly whittled away as she scampered to return his kind gesture.

“Oh no, sir, it’s fine! I’m sure you were just feeling stressed hearing the news. I surely would be if I were in your shoes.”

“No, it’s not. I was acting childish despite how much you and everyone have done so far for the event,” Shouto said, “I should be thankful for your time, considering you also have a family to take care of at home.”

While the woman stared at him, abashed by his sincerity, Shouto swiveled his chair around to take a seat. A much-needed seat to be entirely honest. His secretary was not kidding about how the bad news seemed to harrow some stress in his body. But, being accustomed to having this weight pushed on his shoulders from the very moment he was announced the head of the company many years ago, he more than anticipated the stress to come with the job.

Shouto spared his secretary one last glance before his eyes darted down between the important papers sprawled on his desk. “If that’s all the news we needed to address today then you’re dismissed, Nishiyama. Carry on with the rest of the organizing as planned,” he ordered. Nishiyama lowered her clipboard to her hip.

“R-Right. Thank you, sir.” She parted his presence with a curt bow. Shouto picked up on her heels clicking toward his office door until they suddenly stopped altogether, looking back at the man midway. “What about the florist, sir?” she asked, concerned at the unresolved predicament lingering in the air. Her question wasn’t met with an immediate reply, but Shouto eventually gave her an answer he deemed adequate of a response. His words were coated with as much reassurance as he could muster in this situation.

“Don’t worry, I’ll handle it myself.”

The task was easier said than done.

Usually, when it came to booking a florist for special occasions like this, you’d want to contact them months ahead of the scheduled date to ensure maximum efficiency and work out any problems that should arise. But there were only two weeks left until the awaited charity gala.

Shouto was certainly pushing his luck at this point and to a dangerous degree. If he didn’t find someone to arrange the flowers for the ball soon, the venue might be absent of all life and mood, essentially flopping from missing such a key element. Shouto could not allow for that to happen.

Given his word, he took it in his hands to rectify this mistake. For the entirety of the day, he sifted through the aforementioned list of florists his secretary had provided him—extended thanks to his team’s desperate search for more options.

All he had to do was narrow down the lineup. Unfortunately, those efforts may as well have been all for naught.

“Hello, is this Himawari’s Garden? I’d like to speak with the head florist there about arranging the flowers for a gala my company has been planning—”

“I’m terribly sorry, sir, but we’re currently busy preparing for a big wedding coming up next week. If you’d like, I can try and book our services for you toward the next month or so when we’ll be available?”

Shouto’s brows tightened during the exchange—a gesture he’d been repeating as of late while he dwindled the line of florists. If he kept it up, those wrinkles might be embedded into his skin permanently. He was at least grateful he managed to thwart the heavy breath of air that threatened to leave his lips and reveal his frustration to the woman on the phone.

“No, that’s fine. Thank you for your time.” With that, he hung up.

Shouto leaned back in his seat in exasperation, his weight pressed into the cushions as his eyes situated themselves toward the ceiling. The consistent taps of his fingers on his mahogany desk were all he heard amidst his deep contemplation. His eyes lidded shut in an attempt to seek a moment of refuge from the stress, but his conscience began eating at him.

Of course, what was he thinking? The beginnings of spring to late autumns were the mark of wedding season—the time where florists and other businesses specializing in decorative arrangements thrived and busied themselves with eager clients. Not only that, but it was also the month of June. The sixth month of the year was undoubtedly the most popular month among couples to hold their weddings, and he had witnessed this fact firsthand through his myriad of fruitless phone calls.

Shouto had thoroughly wrung through his rope and teetered on the edge of complete defeat. He sealed down his most recent loss at the hand of another busy floral business by striking a line across Himawari’s Garden on his list. At that, the total tallied to thirty whole flower shops. Thirty unsuccessful attempts.

That sigh he contained during the phone call found its way out of his throat in dramatic waves of displeasure

“You alright, sir?”

His administrative assistant, Midoriya Izuku, heard his huffs when he entered the threshold of Shouto’s office. He noted his boss’ hunched posture and the rare crease crinkled between his nose bridge, pressed against his hands that were clenched together above his desk.

“I’m guessing the new list of florists was also a no-go?”

Shouto didn’t offer any words, instead sliding said list—now fully crossed out—toward his assistant as his reply. Craning his head for a better look, Midoriya feigned a smile, not wanting to let the man’s defeat consume the mood entirely.

“Well... I suppose we shouldn’t be surprised… Wedding season is upon us after all.”

Oh yes, Midoriya. Shouto knew that very well. So much so that he sunk further into his desk at the reminder, head practically drooped with a gloomy rain cloud hovering atop him. The green-haired assistant fervently shook his head back-and-forth upon realizing his remark had thrown salt into his wound. “Oh, I-I mean... Don’t worry, sir! I’m sure we’ll still be able to sort out this problem in time before the gala!” he sputtered to help alleviate the despair that crept in, but it came to no avail according to his boss’ silent sulky demeanor. That was when Midoriya remembered the two cups of hot coffee held in each of his hands.

“Ah, right, I made you some coffee! I figured you could use one considering you’ve been cooped up in your office all day.” Setting one in front of him, Shouto perked up at the nutty aroma that slowly slipped into his senses. He eyed the fresh cup of coffee tentatively, the steam flitting above it in wisps.

Lifting the cup, the rich smell wafted further into his nostrils, imbuing him with that familiar peace he usually reveled in. On any ordinary day, he’d be accompanied by his classic roasted blend perched on his desk, with no problems threatening to disturb his peaceful routine. Not anything like today. Not anything like this dilemma of a desperate time crunch for a florist.

Perhaps that was what he needed. A filter of caffeine to wash away the ordeal like it was a bad morning plaguing him with baggy under-eyes and fatigue from a previous day of hard work. Though he’s sure not even caffeine could erase the headaches he developed throughout his day so far. If anything, indulgence would just make those headaches worse.

Nonetheless, he welcomed the smooth blend of flavors that ebbed down his throat through modest sips, rejuvenation quickly oozing in his veins. Headaches or not, the stimulation from the caffeine was essential if he wanted to combat the rest of the day with some drive.

“Thanks, Midoriya. I needed that,” Shouto acknowledged. He nodded at his assistant, who rubbed the back of his head modestly, saying how it was no problem at all, but the way his boss suddenly got up from his seat interrupted his words.

Shouto already felt the strong coffee going to work as his steps picked up in long strides around his desk that had the assistant’s brows knitting together, confused. “Where are you going, sir?” Midoriya asked, his voice sounding more distant to Shouto, who continued his way past him and toward the door.

“A quick drive,” was the blatant answer he gave. He downed the last of the cup before tossing it in the trash bin near the exit of his office. “Something to clear my head a bit. I’ll be back soon, but until then, keep reaching out to any businesses that could potentially be available to help us.”

“Yes, of course, sir! You can count on me!” Midoriya was prompt in replying. As expected, being Shouto’s right-hand man at the company.

With that, Shouto took to the parking lot below his building, twirling his keys over his index finger before hopping into his Mercedes and driving off.

The withering sunlight cast its glare over his car during his ride through the city. By now, the skies splayed vibrant red as the sun gandered above the horizon. He drove down the narrow and busy streets that kept the place bustling at these hours. It was likely the time when people finished up their workday and were eager to arrive home for much-needed rest.

During a particularly long wait at a red traffic light, he pondered over his predicament again. His thumb rapped against the steering wheel while he bit his bottom lip, that ugly feeling of regret seeping into his thoughts.

Maybe he placed too much faith in these flowers after all. Sure, he mentioned the vital role they played in aligning with the theme and complimenting the guests’ attires. But was it worth all the trouble he put his team through, searching through a throng of businesses already busy with their own events to organize? In a way, this could’ve been sorted out had he recognized the current times and planned accordingly to avoid the mess. But now they were trapped in this bind, crunching for anyone that could help them within only fourteen short days.

Just as he weighed the idea of calling Midoriya over the bluetooth in his car to drop the floral arrangements altogether, something caught his eye at the last second.

Shouto peered through his window, squinting at the corner, where he spotted a cart of flowers in front of a shop of some sort. His grip tightened around the leather of his steering wheel as he leaned in for a better look. Some kind of spark in him roused his anticipation the more he shifted forward in his seat, like the hope that was slowly fading inside was igniting once again.

Another inch further and he attained a better look of the shop. Its sign came into view just below the small boundary of his window—letters brushed in calligraphy on a long board of canvas with lilies painted on the edges that seamed together into a bouquet.

N… Neigh… Neighborhood Lily.

He deciphered the words, but didn’t give them much thought. All that enveloped his mind afterward was the fact the name wasn’t any of the list of thirty shops he phoned today. So the very moment the light overhead flickered to green, Shouto’s hold on the wheel tightened. His foot gradually stepped on the pedal with much more purpose.

He decided to take a brief detour from this casual little drive of his.

It was about six o’clock when you waved off your latest customer, who was leaving the shop with a basket of vibrant tulips swinging on their arm. The smile on their face was an adamant indication they were more than happy with their time here, something you always delighted in, being very passionate about your job as a florist.

“Thank you, and please come again!” The bell overhead gave a gracious chime at the customer’s departure.

With them gone, you drew your attention back to the flowers laid out on the small wooden table in the corner of the shop. Before the customer came in, you were at work arranging and crafting the blossoms you purchased from the flower market that morning into bouquets.

You’d be closing in about an hour and thirty minutes or so, but for now, you basked in the silence and the calming aroma of the flowers that surrounded you while you continued your work. A modest hum naturally sang past your lips and soothed its way into the shop that was devoid of all souls except yourself.

“Hm, you’re a pretty thing, aren’t you?” You made some small talk with the rose in your hand. It was a habit of yours to spill a few words out within your own little world, imagining the flowers were keeping you company whenever you were alone.

“And there, now you all look even prettier.” An adoring smile embellished your lips as you finished off another bouquet by tying it with a silk ribbon. Looking over the bundle one more time, you thoroughly admired the shades of pinks and reds that complimented each other in the ensemble.

Then two more bouquets down, and you already made a good amount of progress. You figured that if you kept up the pace, you’d likely finish the rest of the batch and have them ready for display tomorrow. But just as you clasped three more flowers in your hand, the bell atop the door chimed, alerting you to a new patron.

You nicked off a thorn from one of the stems before turning around and giving your attention to the visitor. When your eyes found their way to the shop’s entrance, you were surprised to meet a man of slicked white and red hair. The few strands that found their way out of the gel must have been tussled from a long day of work considering the fatigue plain on his handsome face.

Despite the few wrinkles here and there, his attire was still surprisingly pristine. He wore a simple yet compelling suit, the fit seeming tailored to the contours of his body that rendered you a tad speechless at how good he looked just standing there. The sight almost made you feel underdressed.

You hadn’t realized you were staring for longer than you deemed appropriate. You couldn’t help it, being that the stranger was a stark contrast to the regular customers you were used to. The fanciest you’ve encountered since you opened your shop were the young boys that rushed in with nicely fitted tops and jeans, frantically inquiring about what kinds of flowers were right to give to a girl for a date they had later that day. Not anything like attractive businessmen in immaculate suits and shining silver wristwatches that surely cost more than all the flowers you tended here.

Noticing you were gawking, you blinked thrice to knock yourself out of your trance and properly greet the man.

“H-Hello, welcome to Neighborhood Lily,” you said, mustering the politest tone you could give to make up for the awkward moment of wordless eye contact. You must have kept your eyes on him for what felt like a good five minutes at least. The man, in turn, acknowledged you with a small grin, much to your relief.

“How may I help you this evening?”

“I’m…” he hesitated, seeming wary of how he wanted to go about his next choice of words, “just looking for now,” he decided.

Not paying much mind to his hesitation, you nodded. “Oh, well, if you have any questions or need any help on anything, please let me know. I’ll just be around the corner!”

Allowing him to go about his business, you returned to your table of flowers and oversaw the blossoms again. However, it was difficult for you to busy yourself with the task at hand. The mere thought of the other presence in the shop was enough to hammer you out of your concentration.

He was already a compelling figure on his own, what with his good-looks accompanied by his classy ensemble that felt more than out of place here. But what you were especially curious about was what business he had at a humble flower shop like yours during this hour.

That curiosity led your eyes straying to the side, where you peeped the man walking through the small aisle of flowers. He examined the bouquets and vases on display, even showing interest in the more decorative pieces hung in pots from the ceiling.

You tried to determine what his motives were. He was showing some considerable intrigue at your arrangements, though perhaps it was pure admiration for your work, and you were letting your self-consciousness get to you.

Well, spying would just get you nowhere, you thought. One way or another, he’d answer your curiosity by either coming to you directly or leave the shop altogether. You had to admit you hoped more for the former.

Until then, you tore your gaze away and resumed gathering flowers in your hands. You assessed their compatibility with one another while you fiddled around with their placement in the bouquet. The white lilies and the blue lilacs went very well, along with another set of light violet lilacs you couldn’t help but string into the bundle. As a result, the beautiful balance of cool tones made for an exceptional well-made bouquet. You finished the piece with a matching white satin ribbon and then let the arranged flowers thrive inside a glass vase.

“Those are very pretty.”

Startled at the voice, you whipped your head around, hands braced behind you against the edge of the wooden table. Your untimely lack of words were a result from realizing the owner of the voice was closer than you anticipated.

The businessman went from lingering around the aisle of flowers in the middle of the shop, to appearing in your proximity.

“E-Excuse me?” you asked, wondering if you heard correctly to which he pointed at the bouquets laid finished on the table. “In fact, all the flowers here are exceptionally beautiful.” He gestured to the entirety of the shop. His eyes quickly roamed across all the decorative flourishes before they came back to you.

“You do excellent work here in your shop.”

Words coming from a man like him made you bashful. You subconsciously played with the hem of your apron, eyes drifting to anywhere but his face at the compliment. However, the sliver of heat fluttering to your cheeks didn’t go unnoticed by him.

“Oh, um, thank you. It’s nothing really, I’ve been arranging flowers for quite some time while at the last floristry I worked for so I have a fair amount of experience.”

After another second of fiddling with the fabric, your hands ended up falling to your sides. You sauntered toward one of the flower vases that were already set on display, dawdling around the conversation. His eyes followed you, watching you nurture the blossoms. “I opened this flower shop of mine just recently actually. Been getting a decent amount of business here and there, but I’m just glad that the people who’ve visited so far like my work,” you told him, twirling a strand of your hair. The pads of your other hand brushed against the soft, abundant petals of a yellow chrysanthemum.

The man observed your actions, analyzing your face. He distinguished the devotion hidden in your eyes as you looked upon the flower with a luster. Despite your humble character, it was more than clear to him you were very passionate about what you did, relishing in the ambiance and admiring the modest appearance of this little shop of yours, covered in the wonderful aroma of flowers.

You didn’t detect that deep breath of air he earnestly drew in as he stepped closer. So close that his proximity broke your stupor to meet his rigid expression.

“How would you feel about an… opportunity to let more of your work be known?”

“An opportunity?” you echoed. “Wait… do you maybe have a wed—”

“No,” he interjected, so abruptly that you couldn’t help but quirk a brow. Catching himself, he took a moment to clear his throat, mindful of his behavior. “I mean, it’s not a wedding. Rather, a charity gala that my company has been planning for some time.”

“A gala?” Your mouth worked faster than your mind, accidentally blurting out your thoughts. The astonishment was evident in your tone; it made the man question your reaction by leaning in.

“Yes, a gala,” he said again like you didn’t just hear his words from a foot away, without even realizing the lengths behind his baffling offer. “Is there something wrong about that?”

“N-No. It just wasn’t the kind of opportunity I expected it to be is all… A gala…” Your voice hushed around the utter of “gala”.

What the man presented so blatantly was unexpected to your ears. Galas meant a pompous party full of people decked in lavish attires, drinking quality champagne from tulip glasses. Sizing up the man again, you could only imagine this gala would only include the most important and wealthiest people in attendance.

You had to ask something, “Um, about this gala... How many people will be there?”

“Maybe about... five hundred or so? I’ll have to check in with my assistant to confirm the full count again.” He shrugged nonchalantly and yet on your end, hearing the number almost reduced your head to a dizzy mess.

Five hundred guests? It was a number you couldn’t fathom. You hadn’t even been booked for an occasion as ordinary as a baby shower, but this man wanted you to arrange flowers for his big charity gala?

As oddly enticing of a job it was to you, there had to be anyone else more experienced and capable for this.

“Sir, I’m not su—”

“The pay, of course, will be more than generous, and I’ll even provide you funding for any necessary materials for this project,” he chimed in before you could voice your protest. It was then that you began to distinguish something laced in his voice and exhibited on his face.

Desperation.

This man seemed desperate for some reason.

“May I ask when the event will take place?” Your arms crossed against your chest. A gulp formed in his throat at the question, unsure if he wanted to unveil the news or risk scaring you off. Either way, if you were working for him, you’d learn eventually. A sigh came out.

“Two weeks,” he answered.

Oh yeah, that explained it. It also answered any questions you had over the tension rigid in his shoulders. At this point, you were bound to join him in his stress because, goddamn, organizing a whole assembly of flowers for a grand ball within fourteen days? The idea was beyond daunting.

While you reflected on the intimidating pieces of information, he was gauging your reaction. Would you say yes? No? Laugh at the idea that he thought he could find a florist to work for him at such late notice? There were a slew of uncertainties twisting in his head—an act unbecoming of him, but you were his last hope. Whatever you responded with next would either be the nail in his coffin or the wings that made him soar.

You would be treading on uncharted waters at a chance like this, having never sailed anywhere beyond your little island of floristry where people came and went with your humble little arrangements. But you also thought of this as a daring opportunity to find new land. See what the world had in store for you outside of selling the general bouquets and vases you had on display. Plus, when would a chance like this ever come up again?

Though it meant encountering difficulties along the way, taking on such a big challenge right off the bat, you figured you’d be able to keep your boat afloat. You were also sure the journey toward bigger regions would be worth the struggle in the end.

“So do you have your answer?” he pressed forward when your silence became unbearable to his nerves. He thanked the fact that his voice managed to sound steady enough not to give himself away. Your arms remained crossed in front of you, your hand coming beneath your chin the only sign that you were taking his offer to heart. It kept the flickering flames of hope blazing inside him.

“I just want to ask you something,” you replied. He nodded, allowing you to continue.

“I know you’re under pressure with this gala coming up in only two weeks,” you began. Your arms unraveled, and your fingers ran to your apron again. You formed the next bit of words with uncertainty, “but are you sure I’m the right person for this job? I mean, I don’t have much to offer you in terms of skill other than what I have here.” You nudged at the range of your shop, plain as can be though with a generous amount of flourishes on display. Yet nothing you thought special enough to be graced by him and his grand proposal that evening.

“I just don’t want you to regret your decision.”

There was a pause of silence after that. The man seemed to give your words some thought—a quick reflection on the situation. You couldn’t decipher much in his face, but you happened to take some time to admire how pretty his eyes were. The individual blue and gray shades were mesmerizing to you, resembling glaciers glittering beneath the moon high in the north. Another detail you jotted in his long list of attractive features. Before you could marvel at them any further, he whisked your thoughts back to earth with his response.

“It’s true that I’m coming to you because I’m in need,” he admitted, hands slowly closing into fists like he was reluctant to confess this, “but from what I can see, I genuinely think you’re more than capable for this job. So yes, I’m very sure I won’t regret this decision.”

It was clear to you that he was sure on his stance. But to reinforce his statement, he bent his head low into a bow, weight added to his next words.

“Please be the florist for our gala.”

The gesture briefly overwhelmed you, not something you were expecting, but you managed to acknowledge it by returning the bow.

“I’ll be in your care then.”

With all things said, you were soon tidying up the exchange and trading business cards. Yours was a standard card with your number, name, and business attached with a picture of a lily printed across the paper. His, a premium slip of stainless steel engraved with his information and then some, the fancy card reflecting off the lights hanging from the ceiling. You read the name etched in ebony black over the gray material.

Todoroki Shouto — CEO

“You’ll likely receive a call from either one of my assistants or me within the next day or so about when to meet up to plan for the arrangements.” Shouto’s voice brought your head up from the card, where you watched him glide toward the door.

“R-Right, I’ll leave my cell on,” you stuttered. The fact that this whole exchange had just transpired was still kicking in for you.

Shouto nodded, extending a wave out that you mirrored while he opened the door to the shop, the bell chiming above him.

“I’ll see you then.”

After that, the resonating tinkles of the bell were the last you heard.

You stared at the entrance aimlessly, mouth gradually gaping open at the mere prospect that you were really about to arrange your flowers for a grand charity gala in two weeks!

A mixture of elation and jitters erupted in your body all at once, uncontained as you whipped your head around and strode across your shop in giddy steps. Your eyes lit up at the steel card gripped between your fingers, clenched so tightly like you were worried the card would turn to dust when you woke up from this dream. But at the wide smile that bloomed on your lips, you knew that this was reality. This man, Todoroki Shouto, was giving you the opportunity to have your true potential shown at this big gala.

Meanwhile, on his way back to his Mercedes, Shouto was clicking open his phone. The screen beamed at him in the low light of the evening turning to night while he punched a number from his contacts list. It took only the cusp of the second ring for the person on the other line to pick up his call.

“Midoriya, call off the search,” Shouto commanded into his phone. He rested his back on the door of his car, leaning against it with his phone still attached to his ear. His gaze found its way back to the flower shop he had just departed, eyeing the light emitting from the windows to the sign hanging above them. Grinning, he took in the sight of the flowers dancing in the wind around the shop’s vicinity before finding your silhouette standing in the benevolent light inside.

“We have our florist.”

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wind0wg0blin · 5 years ago

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[Raffle prize for Wthtorke. Request of their OC Damien X My Oc Frost]

Damien was never really the type of person to venture out for public events. The crowded venues and ensuing chaos of those who over indulged themselves in the wine was enough to give anyone a headache. Though when it was announced that this event was going to be a gala it certainly piqued his interest. At work that afternoon Damien asked around with some of his more sociable co-workers and found out that the gala was being held in honor of the stations 20th anniversary. While he wasn’t quite sure how those two thing held any correlation he was interested none the less.

Damien wasn’t about to lie and say that it didn’t sound like fun. Being a professional dancer, you would think he would want his free time to consist of anything but the sport yet he was entirely too excited for this event. Especially now when he caught word that his brother Soulell would be attending, meaning he wouldn’t be dancing alone for most of the night. Or at least he hoped that wouldn’t be the case.

As soon as the bell chimed for his shift to be over Damien practically ran home from the studio to prepare for the gala. He had even picked up a new vest for the event wanting to look his absolute best. Soulell was waiting at his door when he arrived at his home looking utterly unconvinced about the approaching night. Damien could only smile as he let them both in quickly getting to work at making them both look presentable.

Things had run a little over time due to Soulell’s constant stream of complainants. Damien refusing to be late all but ran to the top deck where the gala was being held. The massive arching glass doors of the Garden Center where the event was taking place soon came into view as Damien all but dragged Soulell along behind him. The two guards at the door smiled understandingly at them as they ushered them inside finding the place already a whirl of activity and dancing figures as vaguely familiar songs played in the background.

“Wow.” Damien muttered aloud as he took it all in. Massive crystal chandeliers hung from the glass ceiling that looked out at the endless expanse of space. The sweet scent of the blooming fruit trees in the surrounding greenhouses filled the room only increasing the excitement. Damien was practically buzzing as he took a deep breath letting everything settle within him as he looked about at the many faces around him. All lost in their own little worlds, genuinely enjoying themselves.

Soulell had quickly disappeared from his side and was swept away into the sea of people leaving Damien to his own accord. Despite his former fears Damien didn’t see this as much of a problem as Damien felt himself being instinctively drawn to the dance floor where he quickly fell into rhythm with the people around him.

Damien chuckled happily as he let his long hair bounce around as he jumped along to the bass of the song bobbing along with a girl beside him who was laughing happily. So, caught up in his own little fantasy Damien didn’t notice the eyes on his till he glanced up and felt his face flush seeing a large intimidating figure watching him from across the dance floor. They were very clearly a Yautja from their mandibles to the dreads and those talon-like nails that tapped steadily on the side of a champagne glass. Damien had just barely glanced at the man before they disappeared in a sudden wave of dancers flooding the area in front of the band.

Damien shook it off as just a coincidence refusing to let some weirdo ruin his night. Finding the girl from before they hit it off and dance together for a time letting themselves simply enjoy their time as they jumped to the heavy bass of the song. Damien was truly enjoying himself as he partied along side this new friend of his. Though that was until a slow song came on and the girl politely excused herself to dance with her boyfriend who had just arrived.

Damien smiled at her and excused himself as well about to make his way off of the dance floor considering to call the night in early seeing as he had no one else to talk to. Stepping to turn Damien let out a quick gasp of surprise as he bumped right into the chest of a large man who hadn’t notice walk up behind him.

“Oh! Im’ so sorry-“Damien said quickly as he glanced up and felt his tongue become caught in his mouth. It was the same yautja from before though now much closer and much larger. Though any worry Damien may have had vanished as he looked up into the large playful eyes that stared back down at him. Damien laughed softly to himself as a rumbling laugh sounded out from the yautja.

“No need to apologize it was just as much my fault.” They spoke inclining their head slightly in apology. Damien could only smile and nod suddenly flushed by their demeanor. He couldn’t point it out but something bout this yautja made his heart speed up and his face flush. Maybe it was those eyes that seemed to just look right through him as they scanned over him. Damien felt his blush only deepen as those around the two looked at them impatiently as it was clear they were waiting for them to start the next song. Damien was just about to rush off when the yautja stepped towards him chuckling softly.

“It seems that fate would have it that we share this dance.” The Yautja teased as his mandibles flared into what Damien could only assume was their equivalence of a smile.

“May I have this dance?” They asked holding out their hand as they bowed slightly playfully imitating something a prince from a movie would do. Damien could only laugh as he took his hand.

“You might as well, everyone else got taken.” Damien teased and was happy that it was received well as the yautja laughed boisterously pulling him closer as they began to sway gently to the tune.

A few moments were spent simply watching the other dancers and listening to the chime of the music. Damien quickly found himself entranced to the small world they were creating between themselves. His heart fluttered when he felt the yautja’s beating just as heavily under the palm of his hand which now rested carefully on the alien’s large chest. The aliens two toned eyes watching his every move with such piercing intensity it made him feel a way he had never felt before.

“My name’s Frost by the way.” The yautja explained leaning down in an attempt to talk privately seeing as the dance floor was now crowded with many curious people watching the two dance. Before he could manage a reply Damien felt himself be ever so carefully dipped to the lull in the song. This yautja clearly knew a bit about dancing which was a definite plus in Damien’s book but judging by the way he was constantly stepping backwards he wasn’t very practiced at it.

“I’m Damien. Its nice to meet you.” Damien finally introduced himself as he was swept in close to the larger male momentarily resting his head on the yautja’s chest. Damien smiled sweetly up at frost earning him a toothy grin just before he was spun suddenly to the side being lifted clearly off his feet. Damiens eyes widened as frost lurched slightly as a large man crashed into him before dropping to the floor clearly intoxicated.

“Sorry about that didn’t want you taking a spill from that guy.” Frost explained ushering them aside as a group of on lookers rushed over to check on the drunk who was now struggling to stand.

“Maybe we should move this conversation to somewhere less crowded.” Damien offered as the band stopped completely seeing as the dance floor was now flooded with worried by standers all flocking the drunken fool crawling about.

“Lead the way.” Frost motioned towards a remotely clear pathway leading off the dance floor. Damien took hold of the cuff of the yautja’s jacket and took the lead. He was able to find a clear path that lead them out of the main room into the actual gardens which were scare of any people thankfully. Well, shy of a few workers that were going about and spraying down the many hanging baskets.

Damien released Frost as they wandered further into the garden, Damien craning his neck to look out the massive arching windows. The stars outside twinkled brightly as the two came to sit down together on a clean bench near a small collection of apple trees that were heavy with fruit. The smell was delightfully sweet and mixing with the heavier musk of the yautja beside him it doing wonders for Damien’s senses.

“How come we’ve never met before; it seems like it would be hard to miss someone as handsome as yourself passing by.” Frost offered smiling softly as his hand brushed against Damien’s. Shyly Damien rested his fingers over the yautja’s much larger ones not brave enough to hold hands.

“I don’t go out often, never see much interest in the little parties that are thrown.” Damien admitted looking away a bit embarrassed by the fact he just indirectly admitted he’s a shut in. Frost just laughed happily as he scooted closer butting his shoulder into Damien’s.

“No worries I’m the same way. Only here to support a friend of mine. Though had I known I would’ve met you tonight I would’ve dressed my best.” Damien’s felt his brow raise instinctively as he glanced at Frost’s attire. If this was him not trying what’s his best look like? Damien pondered before both Frost and himself were screaming in surprise.

The two shot up in surprise as they were sprayed with a stream of ice water. The worker who hadn’t over heard their conversation due to their overly loud headpohones, apologized profusely as the hurried over offering a small hand towel in condolence.

The two were literally dripping from their unprecedented showers and making small puddles beneath themselves. Despite this very apparent wrench in any plans they might have had frost still managed to laugh at the absolutely crazy situation they were in.

“Well it looks like we best go our ways for the time being. Though if you’re up to it we can continue this conversation another time.” Frost offered as he wrung out a large amount of water from his jacket as he pealed it off revealing a lot as his white button up clung to his chest and sides.

“Yeah, I can give you my number and you can just text me if you want.” Damien chuckled nervously as he made his move, genuinely wanting to know more about this alien.

The two quickly exchange numbers before frost excused himself leaving a trail of water behind him. Damien, despite this night turning out unlike anything he had predicted, was quite happy with the outcome.

Smiling to himself Damien made his was home uncaring of the puddles he left in his wake or the mess he was bound to leave in his house as he made his way into the bathroom stripping off the now cold and soggy suit for some nice warm and fluffy pjs. Curled up snuggly in bed happy to retire for an early night Damien noticed his phone dimly glowing on his nightstand. His smile only brightened as he read the words scrolling across his screen.

‘Date this Saturday? I promise no one will get wet this time.’

[This is a gift for @wthtorke and its also their prize for the raffle I did some time ago. I of course had to add more to it as I wanted to find a way to repay them for being such an understanding a great friend. I only wish I could do more cause even though i spent idk how long on these things I still feel its not enough to properly repay them for being them.]

#yeet #raffle prize #gift #goblinart #mywriting #yautja x human #yautja boyfriend #yautja #interspecies romance #But like seriously torke is the best person ive ever met and ive never been happier then when im hanging out with them so hopefully they #like this lmao

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blue-likethebird · 5 years ago

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*lays 3 buttons and a feather down* can i have a gooey fluffy tsuchako fic? Im thirsty in the barren waste land of tsuchako.

Oh hell yeah!Read this fic on AO3| Request a fic

You, Me, And This Giant Fish Tank

“Ooh, would you look at that octopus! It looks so goopy!” Mina crowed as she pressed her face up to a tank where a cranky-looking octopus scuttled to a tiny cave.

“An octopus is technically soft-bodied, not goopy,” Momo said, “Though this one does look sort of goopy,”

“Whatever it is, can we please move on? He’s creeping me out,” Uraraka complained.

“You said that about the lobsters, parrot fish, eels and starfish too Ochako,” Jirou muttered dryly

“Yeah, Ochako, lighten up! It’s my birthday and I wanted to come here!” Mina whined. “You got to pick last time! We’ve only got a couple more things left to look at.”

“Might I suggest the reef event? It’s only five minutes long and should start soon,” Momo said, leaning over Jirou’s shoulder to look at the map of the aquarium.

“Sounds fun!” Mina chirped.

“Uh, I’ll be there in a minute,” Uraraka said, the octopus had emerged from his cave to glare at her. “I think I wanna get a few pictures of this guy,”

The others shrugged and left, “Meet us by the Carribean tank once you’re done!” Momo called as she made her way down the ramp. Uraraka whipped out her camera and got as close to the glass as her nerves would permit. Before she could take the photo, the octopus shot a jet of ink into the water. She yelped and scurried away to the upper viewing level of the giant Carribean exhibit.

She was not a fish person, but she had to admit the tank looked incredibly relaxing. Swirling stalks of seaweed floated calmly in the cylindrical tank as colourful fish darted between the plants and corals that dotted the bottom. A turtle swam in front of her towards the lower level where the host of the reef talk was explaining something to the assembled group. The guide turned to greet the turtle and Uraraka’s heart stuttered in her chest.

The girl’s face was distorted by the glass and water, but she was cute. She had long green hair gathered in a bow and a finger raised to her chin as she pointed to various coral and fish. Uraraka hurried down the ramp to where Mina, Momo and Jirou were watching the host show an anemone to the crowd. They gasped appreciatively at the sight of its long tentacles swaying in the current.

Then the show was over and the host was gone. The people gathered around the exhibit began walking towards the larger galleries or back up to the gift shop and coffee shop. Uraraka stayed rooted in place, staring at the spot where the girl with the long green hair had stood a moment before. Jirou tapped her shoulder.

“Earth to ‘raka,” she said, “We’re going to the shark tunnels now. Or are you too busy fantasising about the invitations for your wedding to Tsuyu?”

Uraraka snapped out of her trance. “Her name is Tsuyu? Oh, that’s such a pretty name!”

“She’s lost it,” Jirou whispered to the other two. Mina grabbed Uraraka’s hand and led them down the hall towards the large gallery containing several smaller touch tanks and the gigantic shark exhibit. Uraraka let out a small shriek of alarm at the sight.

“Nope, no sharks for me thank you! I’ll just stay out here with the touch pools,”

“Ooh!” Mina gushed, “There’s a touch tank, I wanna see it!”

Uraraka still didn’t like fish, yet there she was, back at the aquarium again a month later, watching Tsuyu lead a turtle feeding show to the amusement of several small children.

She’d tried to get a friend to come, but Mina, Momo and Jirou had a date planned, Todoroki and Midoriya were looking for apartments, Tooru was in Shanghai for a family reunion, Iida was visiting his brother, and Mei was competing in a robotics competition. It looked like she was alone in her quest to talk to Tsuyu.

“The average leatherback sea turtle can live to be up to thirty years old,” Tsuyu stated, “the oldest turtle in our exhibit is only twenty, however,”

“What’s she eating?” cried a small girl near the front.

“If you look closely, it’s a jellyfish. When sea turtles eat them, the venom the jellyfish makes won’t sting them,” she explained as the children oohed and ahhed over the fact.

After “Turtle Talk” as the brochure called it, was over, Uraraka sat on a bench next to one of the touch pools with a carton of water in her hand. The gallery was mostly empty, with only a few children and their parents in sight. So she decided to take a look into Starfish Cove, the least slimy-looking touch tank.

Tentatively, she reached in to tap a sea star on the arm. To her surprise, it didn’t feel slimy at all, instead, it felt spiky. She tried another starfish, the same result. That actually wasn’t terrible, she thought as she leaned further in to look at the crab touch tank. Once again, it wasn’t slimy. The crab’s shell was smooth and solid instead. She got to her feet and gathered up her stuff to go home for the night.

“Excuse me, miss,” someone called to her. Uraraka whipped her head around to see who had been speaking to her. It was Tsuyu.

“Oh, hello! Is something the matter?”

“Sorry if I’m being too forward, but your shirt’s been soaked all the way through.”

Uraraka looked down at her chest. Sure enough, there was a water stain on her blouse that had made her undershirt completely visible. She groaned.

“Well that’s just great, now what am I supposed to wear home?” she cried.

“Well I have a spare set of clothes in my locker, they might fit you,” Tsuyu offered. “I can go get them and bring them out here for you to try on,”

“You would do that? Thank you, Tsuyu, you’re a lifesaver!”

“No problem, just head to the bathroom and I’ll be right back,”

Tsuyu’s clothes were a little snug, but they’d do just fine for the train ride home. She stepped out of the bathroom with her wet shirt tucked into her purse.

“Thank you so much! Is there anything I can do to repay you?”

“Oh, that’s not necessary-”

“I insist! You wanna meet up for coffee this weekend or something?”

“Well, I suppose it won’t hurt. Thank you for the offer…” Tsuyu trailed off, oh yeah, Tsuyu didn’t know her name.

“Uraraka!” she chirped brightly. “Is it alright if I give you my number?”

Their coffee date had gone swimmingly, so had the lunch date, and dinner date, and steady relationship after that. Uraraka was on cloud nine, just not at the moment.

She’d won a dinner for two at Le Rossignol during a work raffle and so far it was capital b Boring. The food was way fancier than anything they usually ate, the atmosphere was far too snobbish to be enjoyable, and there were at least three forks she didn’t know the purpose of. If she wanted an enjoyable date and to pull off her grand plans for the evening, then Le Rossignol was not the place to be.

Tsuyu pushed a steamed frog leg away from her chicken. Her face had an uneasy smile that didn’t match the furrow of her brow or the dullness of her eyes. Uraraka discreetly ordered a car, called over a waiter and slipped him her voucher.

“Come on Tsuyu! I have a better place in mind,” she said as she held out a hand to help her girlfriend to her feet. Their picked-at plates were left behind them as they hurried off into the night.

She covered Tsuyu’s eyes once they started to approach their destination. Anticipation fizzed in her stomach as they stepped through the doors, Uraraka uncovered Tsuyu’s eyes to reveal…

“The aquarium?” Tsuyu sounded puzzled as she took in the sight.

“It’s where we had our first date and where we met! Plus I know you’d rather hang out with the fish than sit in a stuffy restaurant for an hour,”

“That’s true,” Tsuyu said as she led the way through the bottom dwellers gallery, stopping briefly to fake scold the crab she called Aizawa for snapping at her that morning. ( “We have to wear gloves when we feed him,” Tsuyu had told Uraraka on their first date, “He tries to pinch everyone who gets near his hiding spot,” )

The two made their way through the halls in silence except for when Tsuyu would stop to gaze at the various creatures hanging out in the tanks around them. The aquarium was completely deserted, with only the soft glow of tank lights for company.

The shark gallery was quiet, the only sound was the whir of the automated walkway that wound its way through the shark tank. This was her moment, Uraraka slowly trailed to a stop right by the tunnel’s entrance.

“Ochako? Is something wrong?”

“Do you remember our first real date?” Ochako began, “How I wanted to see the sharks but I got scared and had to hold your hand?”

“Yeah, and how wide your eyes got when you finally opened them and saw that stingray swimming by. You looked so cute Ochako,”

Ochako started rambling on, about their plans, goals, cat, everything.

“Ochako, breathe,” Tsuyu said.

“Will you marry me?” Uraraka blurted.

“Will I, will I what?”

“Will you marry me?” Uraraka clasped her girlfriend’s hands in her own for a moment before reaching into her pocket to fumble for the ring she’d been carrying. She pulled it out and opened the box to reveal a little silver band decorated with a blue-green stone.

“Ochako I- yes!” Tsuyu cried. Ochako grinned like a lovesick fool as she slid the ring onto Tsuyu’s finger. They stepped onto the walkway and Ochako grabbed Tsuyu’s hand.

“Oh no Tsuyu this is scary,” she said with a grin, “Will you hold my hand?”

Tsuyu leaned her head on Ochako’s shoulder, “Yes,” she sighed.

#bluebird writes #tsuchako #writing requests #bluebird.txt #bnha #tsuyu asui #uraraka ochako

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scribble-fics · 6 years ago

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Flirting with the theif (Raffle winner writing)

For @juneart2-0 uwu they wanted their oc marble x rottmnt donnie.

New York. Lots of people, lots of places, and lots of trouble. The city had a knack for pickpockets, burglaries, robberies, and just good old snatching stuff.

Marble was hardly any different from the city criminals. She snatched something because she wanted it. Took what belonged to her. From food, to shiny watches and such that were so easily captured.

Only difference was she was a mutant jerboa.

That only added to the fun, being filled with raw powerful energy she just couldn't sit still half the time. She felt primal, untamed, unstoppable.

That is until four freaky turtles were hot on her trail one night. Yet it was all too easy to stay ahead of them. That is until they cornered her. Chasing her to a rooftop with no nearby buildings to leap to.

"Can you just hold still you kangaroo thief!" The little yellow speckled one shouted, throwing out a chain to capture her. Marble just leant out of the way and snickered. Clearly not worried about being stuck on top a roof with no where to go.

"Kangaroo hm? Good guess."

"Technically mikey we're dealing with a jerboa, you can tell due to the fur texture and lack of pouch"

Marble looked over at the purple one and smiled wider, "ding ding ding. So~ you're the brains of the bunch hm?" She walked closer to the turtle who had puffed his plastron out a bit and took a noble stance, "well i mean, i wouldn't want to toot my own horn or anything~"

All the other turtles jaws dropped slightly at the sight. The mutant was now circling donnie like a hungry lion, inspecting him up and down, "aren't you modest, and a cute one at that."

She ran her fingertips down one of his arms, feeling the turtle shiver a bit and drop his defensive stance, " heh..yeah you know i uh..you're not half bad i mean..heheh.." He sounded like an idiot. Hardly mumbling out responces, a love struck look slapped on his facial features.

"Uhh. Donnie? Want to get back to catching the theif and not flirting?"

Marble's ears perked up a bit when she heard the bigger one speak and she now stood in front of the turtle, holding his shoulders for support as she leaned up to his face, "so, your names donnie? Hm. It fits~"

Donnie could only nod with the goofiest grin. His eyes glazed over with a certain daze to them, "y-yeahhhehhh"

"Well, Donnie. If you ever want to..hangout together, all you got to do is find me~"

With that she unclipped the battleshell that donnie was wearing and snatched it off. Running to the edge and taking a giant leap.

"WAIT NO"

"Wait huh?"

all the turtles ran to the edge. Soon after the jerboa ascended into the air with the fans of the jetpack giving off a gentle buzzing sounds.

"Later turtles! And donnie, don't forget about my offer~"

All turtles turned to their purple clad brothef with a huff. Donnie could only look down at his feet with a face of regret.

"So..just as a confirmation you guys heard her call me cute right?"

"DONNIE!!"

(This took forever to do im sorry for the delay. Its also really short because I've had a brainfart lately with ideas. Idk im sorry. If there is anything you want me to tweak or change ill be happy to and i hope you enjoy))

#tmnt #tmnt oc #tmnt x oc #raffle winner writing #rottmnt

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kitty-bandit · 6 years ago

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I love hearing about you delinquent au! Can’t wait to read it

How about a sneak peek, Anon? (ﾉ^ヮ^)ﾉ*:・ﾟ✧

Lavi shoved his hands into the front pocket of his sweatshirt. The late September days were still warm, but nights turned surprising cold. He wished he’d brought his favorite scarf as he stood next to the raffle table. Excited shouting came from the packed bleachers, and he looked up just in time to see a few players celebrating in the endzone. He sighed, sitting next to Lenalee in one of the empty folding chairs behind the table. “I should’ve listened to Yuu. This is kinda boring.”

“That’s why I bribed you with food.” Lenalee smiled and greeted another group who stopped at the table. After taking their money and handing them tickets, she turned back to Lavi. “It’s been almost two hours and I am ready to leave.”

“Where is your partner, anyway?” Lavi asked, peeking into the bucket with the ticket stubs.

“Please do not call him that,” Lenalee said, rubbing her temple under the dark purple knit hat she had worn for the night. Her hair was plaited into two pigtail that hung over each shoulder. “He went to get another roll of tickets from the supply closet. We’re almost out.”

With a chuckle, Lavi leaned back in the chair, the metal scraping against the cement sidewalk underfoot. The table was set up near the entrance, close to the ticket booth—specifically placed so no one could miss it as they entered the field. “What is the raffle even for?”

“I thought you could read?” Lenalee teased, pointing the the sign on the table. “We’re giving away a mini fridge. One of the student’s parents donated it.” As another group of students passed the table, Lenalee smiled and waved.

Lavi’s good eye widened in surprise. “That’s actually not an awful prize.” He leaned forward peering at the sign. “Maybe I should buy a ticket…”

“Five bucks gets you one ticket, twenty gets you five,” Lenalee recited, as she had been all night.

Lavi winced at the prices. “Too rich for my blood.”

“Suit yourself.”

“Speaking of rich, I could go for some of that overpriced food you promised me.” He wiggled his eyebrows at Lenalee, grinning wide.

“And here I was hoping you’d forget.” She shook her head before something caught her eye. “You’re in luck. Link’s back.”

Lavi looked up and spotted the Lenalee’s number two, as it were. The vice president of the student council looked more the part than Lenalee did, and that was an accomplishment. Link’s blond hair was plaited tight and neat, the long braid swinging as he strode towards the table. He looked completely out of place in his dress shirt and sweater combo, especially as he passed another group of students decked out in sweatshirts and jeans. His khakis looked stiffer than his personality.

“This is the last of the tickets,” Link announced, setting the bright red roll to the side. He looked at Lavi, who had stolen his seat, disapproval in his russet eyes.

“That’s fine—there’s barely an hour left in the game and sales have slowed a bit.” Lenalee stood, straightening out her light coat and grabbing her purse from under her chair. “I’m going to take a break. I’ll be back in ten minutes.”

“Fine,” Link replied, taking back his seat as soon as Lavi had vacated it. “Don’t linger. The table really should have two people working it at all times.”

Lena smiled as she bit back a comment. “Of course.” She grabbed Lavi by the elbow and dragged him off towards the bleachers. As soon as they were out of earshot, she sighed, the noise sounding more angry than any breath had the right to be. “He sure has some nerve saying that after he left me there for nearly thirty minutes.”

Lavi didn’t fight her pull, stumbling along next to her as they headed up the steps. “He should really see a doctor about that stick lodged up his ass.”

She managed a quick laugh, her fake smile turning into a genuine one. “If only it wasn’t permanently stuck.” She spotted Kanda and Alma at the top of the bleachers huddled close to each other. When Alma spotted them, they waved, grinning widely.

“You managed to escape!” they said, making room for Lavi and Lenalee on the bench.

“I told Link I would be gone for ten minutes, but I’ll stretch that to thirty.” Lena wrapped her arm around Alma as she sat down, sitting as close as she could to keep warm. “Lavi and I are going to the concession stand. Did you two want anything?”

“Yes. I want to leave,” Kanda grumbled, tucking his chin into the folds of his jacket.

Alma rolled their eyes. “Don’t listen to him. We’re having fun.” They rested their head against Kanda’s shoulder, pink painted lips stretching wide over their face. “Something warm would be nice. It’s colder than I thought it would be tonight.”

“I think we can manage that.” She nudged Lavi, elbowing him in the side. “Ready to get some sub-par, overpriced food?”

“Always.”

They walked back down the metal bleachers, avoiding the crowded walkway and headed to the nearby concession stand. As they stood in line, Lavi checked the menu tacked on the wall next to the small order window and balked at the prices. “Yeesh. Are you sure you can buy stuff for everyone? This is more expensive than I thought.”

She pulled her wallet from her purse and held it up as if she was brandishing a sword. “Komui gave me his credit card for tonight, so we’re living large on chili cheese fries and king sized nachos.”

Lavi grinned, rubbing his hands together as he studied the menu board again. “Now that’s what I like to hear.”

When they reached the order window, Lenalee listed off their choices—hotdogs, chili cheese fries, nachos, and a hot chocolate for each of them. By the time their order was ready, they had their arms full as they precariously balanced each item. Lavi winced as he juggled four hot chocolates in his hands.

“This is the definition of hubris, isn’t it?” he asked, carefully following Lenalee back up the bleachers. Every step was a challenge to keep the chocolate in the too-thin paper cups and off his fingers.

“Don’t talk. You’ll lose your concentration and spill,” Lenalee replied, carefully balancing all of the food in her hands. Her stacking technique was impressive, and Lavi would have congratulated her if he didn’t have to worry about spilling hot cocoa all over himself.

When Alma noticed their burdened states, they hurried down to help with the final leg of the journey. “Ah, careful!” they said, taking two of the cups from Lavi’s hands before heading back up the stairs.

“Why did we pick the highest seats on the bleachers again?” Lavi asked, setting the last two cups on the bench to help Lena distribute the food.

“Because Yuu doesn’t like people sitting behind him,” Alma reminded them, grabbing one of the hotdogs and settling in next to Kanda again.

“So, it’s my fault?” Kanda asked, frowning as he grabbed his hot chocolate from Lenalee and sipped it angrily.

“Hush and eat your nachos,” Lenalee said, pushing the flimsy paper container into his hands. Once the food had been distributed, she sat down, only to sigh again. “I forgot napkins.”

“I’ll get them,” Lavi said, setting his food down on the cool bench and heading down the bleacher stairs. He heard Lenalee’s faint call of ‘thank you’ mixed in with a sudden cheer from the crowd. He looked up at the field again, having missed whatever play had happened to cause the ruckus. He hopped down off the last couple of steps and turned to walk towards the concession stand when something under the bleachers caught his eye.

Just under the bleachers was Allen, reaching into the back pocket of someone’s pants. Lavi watched as Allen slipped their wallet out with ease, pocketing the cash inside, and then returning it as if nothing had happened. He did it again and again, systematically grabbing any wallet or purse within reach and cleaning the money from the billfolds. Lavi stared in awe, watching Allen’s swift, nimble fingers steal hundreds of dollars in cash from the unsuspecting parents watching the football game. That same feeling bubbled up in Lavi’s stomach—the one he’d felt when he’d witnessed Allen pinching those candy bars from the convenience store weeks ago. Nervousness mixed with admiration, and a healthy dose of concern. Lavi had never stolen anything in his life, but watching Allen do it almost felt as if he was an accomplice—too dumbstruck to say anything or try to stop the crime in progress.

As Allen pocketed the last of the cash, he looked up and met Lavi’s frozen gaze. He stiffened for a brief moment before that same smug smile pulled at the corners of his lips. Lavi felt his heart rattle against his chest, cheeks flushed against the cold breeze blowing against them. He didn’t know what to do, and as much as he wanted to run away and forget what he’d seen, his feet were glued to ground, like a deer in the headlights of an oncoming semi.

Then, before Lavi could move or say anything, Allen approached him.

Lavi swallowed, throat tight as he watched Allen close the distance between them. He was wearing that same oversized sweatshirt Lavi had first seen him in, and a black knit stocking cap to hide his shock white hair. Lavi didn’t doubt he’d come to the game for this exact reason—to steal from the crowd. And from what Lavi had seen, it was easy pickings.

Allen stopped just in front of Lavi, looking up at the redhead with a calm smile. He reached up and pressed a finger to Lavi’s lips, his skin cold and chapped from the wind. “This is our little secret, right?”

“I, uh—” Lavi began, lips moving against Allen’s finger. With his stomach tied in knots, Lavi nodded, his heart flipping in his chest and nearly jumping right out of his mouth. “Sure.”

Allen pulled his finger back, his smile softening. He tilted his head, looking Lavi up and down, as if he was assessing something—though the redhead wasn’t sure what. “You’re Lavi, right?”

“Y-Yeah.”

“Thanks.” He winked, brushing past Lavi and merging into a large group of students heading towards the exit. “See you later.”

As Allen disappeared into the crowd, Lavi’s heart continued to beat like a drum in his ribcage. He let out a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding.

What the fuck was that about?

#dgm #dgrayman #lavi #allen walker #lenalee lee #kanda yuu #alma karma #kitty bandit writes fanfiction #Delinquent AU #personal #reply #anon

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soulcrushingstrider · 6 years ago

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Every number divisible by 3

tbh im bad at math so i assume that’s the same as every multiple of 3? YEAH I KNOW IM A STEM MAJOR THAT DOESNT MEAN ANYTHING. ok here you go

3. Have you taken someones virginity?

No, almost did one time though. We made plans but he backed out literally at the last second. I can’t blame him, i dont think it would have been very enjoyable.

Soon though ;)

6. What are you excited for?

I’m going to Canada to visit my boyfriend literally on monday!! I’m so hype that it literally goes all the way back around to nervousness, we shall see.

9. Is confidence cute?

Hmm, complicated. I would say yes but overconfidence is just annoying/frustrating.

12. Do you own a pair of skinny jeans?

Yes. Ironically, they no longer fit

15. Are you going out with the last person you kissed?

Nope! I haven’t kissed anyone in literally like 10 years, next week however this will no longer be true!

18. The last time you felt broken?

uhh hehe. probably like 2 weeks ago? I feel like this at night all the time.

21. Are you in a good mood?

Yeah! This last week has been really good actually and like I said in number 6 I’m very excited for an upcoming trip!

24. What do you want right this second?

The depressing answer is my boyfriend, the materialist/consumerist answer is a nintendo switch.

27. Would you be able to date someone who doesn’t make you laugh?

Hmmm. I’m not sure! Probably not though :c

30. Does everyone deserve a second chance?

That is a really deep philosophical question, although I would say yes! That is, if the person is actually willing to put in the work to do better the next time, then yes, of course I would give them another chance.

33. Are you one of those people who never drinks soda?

me: *looking at the 10 empty cans of dr pepper in my bedroom* haha y-yeah

36. Do you know where the last person you kissed is?

in canada somewhere lmao. honestly it was literally pre highschool.

39. Who was the last person you danced with?

Now, my memory isn’t that great, but I’m not sure I’ve ever actually danced with anyone. Unless you count that one person who like, danced against my back during my grade 8 trip? if you do, then that person.

42. Did you hug/kiss one of your parents today?

Nah, I probably would have except that I don’t live with them anymore ^^’

45. If you could, would you take back your last kiss?

Probably not! I really don’t remember it.

48. Do you sing in the shower?

Hell yeah! Not too loudly unless I’m home alone, then I sing as loud as i want.

51. Last time you got a portrait taken by a photographer?

Fuck, probably when I started college here, getting my student card... so 2016?

54. Ever eat a pierogi?

Nope!

57. Do you believe in ghosts?

Yea :

60. Wear slippers?

I’m too lazy to put on shit like that. Plus Wearing footwear in the house feels Wrong.

63. First concert?

I have like 3 different answers to this. My first EVER concert was probably like a michael jackson impersonater at the CNE, whereas the first concert i VOLUNTARILY went to was one of The Next Star finales, and the first REAL concert i VOLUNTARILY went to was mumford and sons!

66. Cheetos Or Fritos?

Cheetos.

69. Ever take dance lessons?

I took exactly one hip hop class one time, I was so anxious about it though that i didnt continue

72. Ever won a spelling bee?

No, but I probably could have when i was little.

75. Do you study better with or without music?

With. I can’t do anything in silence

78. Who would you like to see in concert?

Panic! at the Disco.

81. Tea or coffee?

Tea.

84. Can you hold your breath without holding your nose?

Yes but I don’t trust myself to underwater.

87. Ever won a contest?

I won a raffle for a signet ring in highschool B) does that count?

90. Opinions on sex before marriage?

You do you boo. Ask me this again next week and we’ll see what I have to say about it LMAO

#ask meme #about me #generalherasyndulla

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westportroleplay · 7 years ago

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WESTPORT ROLEPLAY PRESENTS…

The Park family cordially invites you to celebrate another year of community involvement and accomplishments at the TENTH ANNUAL SPRING CHARITY GALA! In an effort to enhance the educational experience of local students, money raised from this year’s gala will directly support Westport College of Art and Design’s desire to provide underprivileged students a quality art education. Proceeds will go towards scholarships, supplying students with tools to succeed along with general campus and student life improvements. All donations made the night of the gala are tax deductible. Scheduled for the second Saturday in April. SATURDAY, APRIL 14TH at 7PM the festivities will be held outdoors at the beautiful WESTPORT BOTANICAL GARDENS.

Previous years found Mayor Park and his lovely wife planning and hosting the gala, but they’ve passed the torch this year to their very capable children, Sherie and Spencer Park, who’ve managed to breathe a breath of fresh air into the decade long town tradition. Including a change of location, broadening the guest list to involve more members of the Westport community, and a vivacious NIGHT TO REMEMBER PROM THEME. The night’s expected to be a huge success with live entertainment, food and beverages, silent auctions, and a spacious dance floor. Including fun activities for guests such as photo-booths, palm readings, drawings from a caricature artist, and so much more!

Members, please read the event post in its entirety to ensure you’ve gotten all the information provided. We know it’s quite a read but it’ll be worth it in the end! Like this post once you’ve read over everything!

FURTHER INFORMATION –

Spring is in the air! Revamped, recharged, and ready to torture. We figured we waited long enough for everyone to familiarize themselves with the group and our first event is finally here! Inspired by the new wave of promposals hitting the interwebs, the citizens of Westport are now holding their own prom. Themed ‘A Night To Remember’ it’ll surely be an event that all attendees won’t soon forget. GROUP-WIDE PLOT DROPS will be posted throughout the course of the event. Along with a few individual plots drops for our A-TEAM MEMBERS and MUSES WE’LL BE INVOLVING IN PLOT DROPS. If you’re okay with the admin team using your muse(s) for plot drops, please, please, please, SHOOT US A MESSAGE VIA TUMBLR’S IM SYSTEM so that we may compile a list. Not everyone will be used this event but we’ll recycle characters not used in this one for the next event!

In-game everything is happening SATURDAY, APRIL 14TH from 7PM to 1AM. Out of character, however, everything will happen in a span of FOUR DAYS. From FRIDAY, APRIL 13TH at 8PM EST to TUESDAY, APRIL 17TH. We may extend the event a day or two if we see fit but for now we ask event related paras come to a close around that Tuesday and following Wednesday.

PROM COURT DETAILS –

There’s no prom without a prom court. In an effort to show a united front, the Park family asked the other families who are a part of the investigation: Hawthorne, Moretti, Callahan, and Abernathy, to elect one member for the prom court. The remaining nine spots on the Court will be raffled IN CHARACTER. Raffle tickets will be sold by Park siblings Sherie and Spencer for twelve dollars a piece. OUT OF CHARACTER we’ll be entering all the names of interested parties into a randomizer that will pick for us.

For members to ENTER THEIR MUSES INTO THE RAFFLE, they must post Spring Gala outfit pictures and/or edits in the wrp.prom court tag. Everyone has until FRIDAY, APRIL 13TH at 4PM EST to post in the tag. The nine winners will be announced FRIDAY, APRIL 13TH at 6PM EST via the WESTPORT HERALD!

Voting for Spring Gala Prom King & Queen won’t begin until SUNDAY, APRIL 15TH. A poll will be posted through the ooc blog. Everyone is allowed to vote TWICE AT MOST. We don’t mind if you vote for your own muse the first time but please vote for someone else if you’re going to vote twice! The poll will be open for TWENTY-FOUR HOURS. The Prom King & Queen will be announced through a plot drop toward the end of the event!

MISCELLANEOUS INFORMATION –

Our last acceptance before the event will be held on FRIDAY, APRIL 13TH. There will only be one round of acceptances instead of our usual until midnight policy. We won’t hold another acceptance again until WEDNESDAY, APRIL 18TH the day after Westport’s Spring Gala event comes to a close. Any previous threads not pertaining to the event will be asked to be put on hold. Just to keep the dash organized, though they may be resumed once the event ends. Most importantly, we hope you guys enjoy every moment! It’s our first event since the revamp and we want it to be a fun one for you!

EVENT RELATED TAGS –

wrp.spring gala

wrp.prom court

wrp.plot drop

wrp.instagram

#wrp.event #wrp.spring gala

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idolplanet-300 · 3 years ago

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could you give an example of what youre expecting for the introduction section of the application? im not sure if i should include just dialogue or dialogue and actions mainly

Gonna go ahead and answer these two together!

For the introductions, feel free to do pure dialogue or dialogue and actions! We'll allow time for intro adjustments after roster drop and before the game officially starts just in case anyone wants to touch theirs up.

I'm including the mod intros as our examples but don't worry about characters being too similar to our mod OCs! In terms of cast balancing, the mod OCs won't be taken into account so if a character is similar to a mod OC, that won't be held against you.

- mod Georgie

Jii:

“Hello, everyone.” Jii greets as an easy, cool smile spreads on his face. First, he bows politely. Then he waves with both hands, holding his gaze on the camera with certain allure that can keep any onlooker staring and blushing. The smile fades, however he looks just as cool as ever. “I’m Jii, leader of BANG BANG. It’s really nice to be here. I can’t wait to meet everyone. My fans know I’ve got no patience.” He chuckles softly. “Anyway, I’ll be leading the coolest contestants. As someone who’s got the most experience giving directions and advice, you’ll absolutely want my guidance. I believe everyone’s got what it takes to be an idol. Maybe even an idol as famous as me. Who knows?” A more subtle smile appears on Jii’s lips. “See you soon.”

Mar:

Though their manner of dress portrays an aura of something akin to punk rebelliousness, Mar carries herself with anything but. Wearing an welcoming smile and standing with perfect posture, the vocalist bows politely. “Greetings, my dears. I am Mar Kirigoe, and I will be leading our most elegant of competitors to victory.” They rest a hand over their heart, their smile not faltering once. “I truly look forward to meeting each and every one of you when the time comes. Oh, how it pains me to think I must work against so many of our beloved guests… But we do what we must to win, do we not? I will be seeing you soon, dears.” With that, she raises the hand over her heart to give a small, trained wave at the camera.

Darling:

"Wow~ Betcha missed me." Darling fingerguns towards the camera with a playful and confident smile. "I'm your one an' only Darling~♡! An' don't forget it. Super excited to, like, lead only the cutest of ya' to your bright futures an' all that mushy stuff!" She holds her hand in front of her mouth as she laughs. "After all," Darling stands just a bit taller, putting her hands on her waist, "I'm really your best bet at winning~! Feel free to tell the others I said that." Darling blows a kiss to the camera. "So let's get this party started!! I'm, like, shaking in my boots just thinkin' of how y'all are gonna impress us!! Better not let me down, 'kay~♡?" She winks again as she excitedly waves to the camera.

Lucifer:

“Salutations, my devoted followers! And to those who had not seen true perfection before, I am LUCIFER! You may refer to me as Your Majesty, Your Highness, Emperor, King, Lord LUCIFER! That is optional, of course, it wouldn’t be fun if you had to memorize my several well-deserved titles. For years, I’ve been perfecting my craft and I’m thankful to be chosen to guide all of you towards idoldom~! ♡” He makes a heart-shaped symbol at the camera, giving it a wink. Ugh. “You watching this - you are obligated to buy my newest album for a chance to be placed into a one-time only RAFFLE and acquire an authentic LUCIFER-signed merchandise of your own! You are so, SO welcome! I cannot wait to see you all, my Little Cherubs! ♡♡♡”

#answered

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gretehart · 7 years ago

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Buncho Random Updates

Just a journal with a bunch of updates of whats going on, since I havent done that a lot. Some are semi important so ye ;u;

Commission Sale Still Going

Mostly just a reminder that I have a commission sale going on. 25% discount on commission prices, and all the funds earned through these commissions will be going to my best friend @staticmegabyte to help them out with bills and other things Check out all the info here Sale Ends May 10th!

Laptop's Starting to Crash

It's not as bad as it sounds LOL my hard drive is failing so @noxpox and I bought a new drive to install this week. However, since the laptop is 4+ years, it's only a matter of time before other things start to crash, so I will be slowly-but-surely saving up for a new PC. Because of that there may be a time when I'm unable to draw. If that does happen I will be sure to let you guys know ahead of time <3

100 followers on Twitter! Raffle!

That's right! I just reached 100+ followers on Twitter, and am holding a raffle for it! If you're a twitterer and want a chance to get some free art from me, be sure to follow + retweet this status! I'll be randomly choosing 5 winners, and the raffle will end on May 4th Thank you all and good luck

Almost 1,000 DeviantArt Watchers ?!?

I just recently found out that I am less than 10 watchers away from reaching the big 1k on DA and im- cant believe it??? Holy crap So I am currently working on what I should do to celebrate having so many beautiful people interested in my stuff, and will be posting soon! I want to thank you guys ahead of time however, because holy crap thats a big thing for me and I still cant believe it Be on the lookout for the big 1k announcement!

Streaming Issues

These past couple of days I've been streaming, it's been freezing and not loading the screen at all, andit was freezing on OBS too. Now I'm not sure if this is due to my older laptop, a connection issue, a combination of the two, or something else entirely. I'll be doing some test runs tonight/this week to try to figure out what the issue is, However there may be a chance I wont be able to stream for a little while. Will keep you guys updated!

Otherwise that's it as far as updates go! If other things happen, I will be sure to let you know whats up c:Thanks so much!

#greteh #gretehart #update #post #announcement

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jintheawkward · 8 years ago

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one, two, three, jump

pairing: 2seok (Seokjin | Hoseok) words: 3745 summary: Hoseok found himself trapped on the top of a 70m tall platform and it was all Jeon Jungkook’s fault.

ao3

All the screeching and creaking of the cabin sounded much more horrifying than the special effects that had echoed through the walls of the haunted house Jungkook had once dragged him into. Hoseok had almost passed out from screaming his lungs out that time before a very flustered ghoul had had to escort him out. So it wasn’t an exaggeration by any means to say that he currently felt like he was about to die from a panic attack. And then he would actually die for real because that’s what happens when you jump from seventy meters, attached to a cord or not.

As the old shaky lift, which had definitely seen better days, was slowly squeaking its way up the jumping platform, Hoseok prayed to all the saints to either make it out alive, or to let his end be quick since his pain tolerance was even lower than his drinking stamina which on the scale from one to ten was already a poor 3.

Honestly, he should have known better than making any bets with Jungkook whose existence was solely based on winning and making the rest of the world suffer. However, forcing Hoseok to use his bungee jumping voucher he had won in the dance fest raffle last month (and had sworn to never use) was a whole new level of cruelty. If there was any justice in the world, Jungkook would at least wake up with a giant zit on his forehead the next day.

“You okay?”

Being at his wits end, Hoseok nearly forgot about the other man, who was taking a ride up with him up to relieve his colleague from his shift. Yoongi, as the nametag on his black staff T-shirt read, had wearily slumped down in the corner with a furrow between his brows as soon as they had entered the lift. There was something unsettling about the fact that this person was supposed to be in charge of his safety later.

Since Hoseok didn’t trust his voice enough, he just nodded in response.

Yoongi glanced at him briefly, obviously not buying it at all. “There’s no need to be nervous.” He looked like he was about to add something more, but opted for silence instead.

Soon enough, the lift came to a grinding halt, reaching its final destination and Hoseok’s first stop to hell. The loud thumping in his ears got even louder, while he stood rooted to the spot with his eyes shut close and hands clutching at the door, his legs refusing to make a single move and step out of the cage just as his instinct of self-preservation kicked in.

“Hello, and welcome to BH Top!” Someone called out friendly, but Hoseok’s current state of mind didn’t allow him to even lift his head, not talking about reciprocating the greeting with the same amount of cheerfulness. The tone of their voice, however, altered with the following words. “Thank God you’re here, Yoongi, I’m starving.”

Launching himself off the wall and leaving Hoseok behind, Yoongi let out a scoff. “When are you not, hyung.”

“Well, I’m sorry my body isn’t able to survive only on litres of black coffee and sarcastic comments like someone else’s.”

“Is that why you are always broke? One day, hyung, you will have to sell your kidney on the black market to satisfy your bottomless stomach.”

“Luckily enough, I will still have the other one. And possibly another pair in reserve if you keep annoying me,” said Yoongi’s co-worker, not going down without a fight and letting the younger man had his final word. “Okay, I’m going for lunch now. I will send Namjoon up in a bit, since Taehyung is going to be done for today soon too.”

“And where is he now?”

“Napping like a baby.”

“Taehyung? Napping?

“I refused to give him any sweets since he always gets even more jittery.”

“Being trapped with him in close space up in the air, I’m not quite sure which one of these is worse – Taehyung high on sugar, or on the contrary, Taehyung deprived of it.” A pause followed. “Tell Namjoon to hurry up.”

“Hopefully he won’t hurt himself in the process of doing so,” sighed the other man.

There was a sound of footsteps coming in Hoseok’s direction, and when Hoseok dared to crack his eyes open, a pair of sneakers with rosy shoelaces came into a view.

“Is everything alright? Do you need any help?”

Knowing that having a conversation with someone else’s laces was just plainly rude, Hoseok looked up at the stranger and if he wasn’t already holding on to something, he would flop down right on his butt. The man in front of him was breathtaking with his soft black hair falling into his shiny eyes, and a mouth straight from lip gloss commercials.

“Huh, no, I’m fine. Totally fine. Super fine. Super-duper totally fine,” Hoseok faltered a reply, suddenly remembering again where he was.

“Doesn’t seem so. Are you scared?”

“A little.” What a big fat lie.

“It would be okay even if you were scared a lot,” the guy offered him a faint smile, and be it any other day, Hoseok wouldn’t hesitate to come up with a time-proven pick-up line.

He drew in another shaky breath, realizing that the weird wheezing is actually coming out of him.

“Okay, I might be terrified to the extent where I think about my parents, the trip to Hawaii that I’ve never had enough money to realize, and about how embarrassing it would be to start crying now,” he laughed, even though there was nothing funny about the whole situation.

“You wouldn’t be the first or last one, so don’t worry about spilling some manly tears. Like, it’s completely normal to feel this way, to be afraid. Afterall, we’re having this conversation more than two hundred feet above the ground, which is quite overwhelming.” A pat of encouragement landed on his back when he groaned at the number. “But I can assure you that it’s completely safe and nothing will happen to you. Dozens of people per day jump at our place, and we have quite a lot of regulars. Moreover, all of us here are properly trained and licensed…”

The handsome instructor was going into more details about some statistics, safety locks, equipment and more numbers, which Hoseok tuned out because he was too busy going through all the possible scenarios of how this could go wrong. He was too young to leave this place for good, he hadn’t achieved anything yet, and now he was supposed to just painfully die?

“Look, I can’t force you to jump, because in the end it’s solely up to you. If you don’t feel like doing it, just don’t. There’s no shame in that,” the man said, his voice reflecting the perfect amount of affability, comfort and professionalism that probably coaxed people into trusting him with their lives. Hoseok would prefer for this warm angel to send him to death rather than the sardonic grim reaper who was resembling a snake the way he was yawning now. “I’m going down right now, so you can join me - it wouldn’t mean you’re less of a man or anything like that.”

“N-no, no, I have to stay and get done and over with this. You know, I’ve lost a bet and if I chicken out in the last minute, I won’t stop hearing the end of it.”

A look of sympathy and understanding flashed over the instructor’s face. Maybe he too had to deal with stupid friends on a daily basis. “Would it help if I jumped with you?”

“WHAT?” Hoseok exclaimed, his voice going at least an octave higher. “Is that even possible?”

“Sure, couple bungee jumping is quite trendy these days. We’re not a couple, of course, but you know… I could jump with you. That’s if you want me to.”

This time, Hoseok tried to keep his calm, swallowing the squeal tickling his throat. “And you would really do that?!”

“Well, my shift is over and I can’t wait to get something to eat. Actually, it’s the quickiest way down, so…” The instructor simply shrugged like he just had been asked to simply raise his hand.

“Okay, okay, cool.” There was nothing cool about Hoseok not only committing a suicide, but also sealing the fate of an innocent man who would otherwise have beautiful babies in the future. Or he may have already had a cute family? Jesus Christ, was Hoseok about to kill someone’s father?

A cough interrupted the train of his thoughts, the instructor clearing his throat and watching him with slight amusement. He motioned to the lift cage where Hoseok had decided to spend the rest of his life. “How about trying to get off first?”

“Give me a minute, maybe two?” Hoseok laughed in a way that should have been nonchalant but even to his ears, it sounded strangled and nervous. “Aaah, I don’t think I can do this.”

“Hey, hey, it’s okay. Take as much time as you need. You have a whole day.”

“Actually, …”

“Yoongi, shut up.” When the instructor snapped at his colleague, there was a warning attached to his words.

“Yeah,” Yoongi nodded and Hoseok found his forcefully penitent face funny. “Look, you made it all the way up here in that tremendous lift, which is already an accomplishment since that crappy thing is the real adrenalin adventure here. Like, the way down in that box is much worse.”

“What Yoongi is trying to say is that you’ve already come so far that it would be a pity to give up now.”

All of sudden, an echo of shouting cut through the air.

“HOBI HYUNG! ARE YOU UP THERE? IF YOU DON’T FEEL LIKE JUMPING, JUST FORGET IT AND COME DOWN. BUT HURRY UP! IM GETTING HUNGRY”

“SHUT UP, JEON JUNGKOOK!” Hoseok screamed in reply because what terrible person could think about his own stomach when his hyung was about to do the dumbest thing in his life and land flat on his face after a fatal fall.

Only Jeon Jungkook, that’s who.

“HYUNG, ARE YOU OKAY?!” This time, it was Jimin, the ever so sweet Jimin who unlike Jungkook at least had the decency to sound worried.

“NO!”

“Your friends?” Mr Angels-carved-my-face leaned over the railing.

“Not anymore,” Hoseok huffed, steeling himself for that one step forward. “Okay, I’ll just… Ah, no, it’s shaking.”

“It’s not, that’s fear messing with you. Here, hold my hand. I’m Seokjin, by the way.”

Despite his initial hesitation, Hoseok reached out, gingerly taking the offered hand in his and before he could make any sound, he was pulled out by a lean but strong arm. Then, a soft smile with crinkled eyes and a little hand squeeze soothed his trembling heart for a brief moment but it started to act crazy again once Hoseok focused on the man in front of him, drinking in all the beauty one can possibly possess.

“See, you made it. It wasn’t so bad right?”

Don’t look down.

That’s the golden rule for everyone with acrophobia. And everyone with a common sense would follow it.

Nevertheless, Hoseok was always a creature of emotion rather than of reason which is probably why he completely forgot about his fear of heights and did the most stupid thing he could possibly do.

He looked down.

And decided to lose the last piece of his dignity because, screw it, who cares about pride when coming face to face with Death?

“GODDAMMIT, IT’S SO HIGH, I HATE IT, I HATE IT, I HATE YOU JEON JUNGKOOK!”

“Calm down,” said Seokjin in a way that was both firm and comforting, not wincing a bit even though Hoseok was probably crushing all 27 bones in his hand while bursting into tears. Rubbing little circles on his back, Seokjin nudged him slightly to wear the prepared body harness that was currently lying at his feet. “Whenever you feel like stopping and not jumping, speak up.”

“Except for when you’re already hanging in the air – then you will have to suck it up.”

Seokjin, skillfully putting on the other harness, didn’t even bother to open his mouth this time, however, his silent frown probably carried the same amount of authority as his voice did since Yoongi licked his lips in what seemed like a regret.

“Right, ‘shut up, Yoongi’, I know.”

When Seokjin looked away from Yoongi back to Hoseok, he sighed as if ready to take care of another baby.

“Stop crying,” he said and wiped the tears on Hoseok’s face with his thumbs. He proceeded to tighten all the straps and buckles, pulling and checking on each one of them. “Now, do you know what colors are burgers?”

“W-what?” Hoseok stuttered, glancing up at Seokjin through his glassy eyes. Okay, he might be the one having a panic attack right now but Seokjin actually might have been losing his mind. Was it the result of the thinner air up there?

“What color are burgers?” Seokjin repeated, fighting back the laugh and falling silent for effect afterwards. “Burgundy.”

Somewhere behind them, Yoongi grunted disdainfully, most likely rolling his eyes too. “Oh my god, hyung, you will make that poor guy cry even more.”

Truthfully, the joke was atrocious.

Even Hoseok’s father would rather cut his tongue out than being caught telling a terrible Dad joke like that one. And that already said something since his old man’s sense of humour was painfully bad and corny.

Nevertheless, lame or not, Seokjin sacrificed his image to put him at ease, for which Hoseok was grateful. So he smiled politely because that was the least he could do.

“Here, all set up,” Seokjin said and patted the harness. He looked up at Hoseok. “I realize I didn’t even ask for your name.”

“Hoseok. But Hobi is fine.”

“Nice to meet you, But Hobi. Now, see that spot over there? The red zone?”

There was no need for Hoseok to check where Seokjin was pointing – afterall, he had been avoiding even glancing in that particular direction this whole time on purpose.

“You mean the one that kind of juts out and has no railing at the end,” he peeped.

“Yeah, exactly. How about we try to slowly reach it. You know, to get used to the view.”

A nervous laugh escaped his mouth. “I quite like it here.”

But once again, slender fingers were already wrapping around his wrist, pulling ever so slightly at his arm. Hoseok started to believe that it must have been some kind of magic that made him go pliant under Seokjin’s touch, following him blindly like a sheep.

“See? Pretty right?” Seokjin asked with a smile dancing on his lips as they came up to the edge. “The view is the most beautiful early in the morning, when everything is calm and silent.”

Hoseok didn’t really share the same excitement. “I can’t look there. I feel like throwing up everytime I realize how high it is.”

“You don’t have to look if you don’t want to. You can have your eyes closed the whole time.”

“Okay,” replied Hoseok with resignation, trying to calm down the jitters.

“What do you call a group of killer whales playing instruments?”

“I have no idea.”

“An Orca-stra.”

“That was really bad.”

Hoseok didn’t try to hide anymore how embarrassing and awful Seokjin’s old man jokes were since the instructor didn’t seem to really care, enjoying them sincerely on his own.

Once he stopped making the weird squeaky sound which Hoseok with amusement realized was the other man’s laughter, Seokjin fixed his eyes on him.

“Now, are you ready?”

“Aaah, just a moment, please,” Hoseok whined, breathing so rapidly it became hard to tell when an inhale ended and an exhale began. “Uhu, why am I even doing this. Mooom!”

“Come here. Right there. Fine, now, put your arms around my waist,” Seokjin said patiently, while stepping forward and carefully drawing Hoseok closer, which left the latter one speechless and staring wide eyed at him like an idiot.

Seokjin’s s hands were warm and calloused, yet soft and gentle. Everything about Seokjin was very soft and gentle to the extent that Hoseok only wished to burrow himself in all of that and die blissfully in peace.

“Great. Okay, I’m going to hug you, if that’s okay with you.” There was a little stammer in Seokjin’s voice as he cleared his throat. An odd feeling settled in Hoseok’s stomach and it spread a little when he noticed the red coloring Seokjin’s neck. “Um, you can lean on me. In case you feel like it.”

He chanted a quick series of yes yes yes in his head before embracing Seokjin more tightly, burying his nose in the cotton T-shirt which smelled faintly of sweat, deodorant and jasmine.

What kind of guy smells like a freaking jasmine?

When Seokjin raised his arms and put them around him, Hoseok couldn’t help but noticed how perfectly they fit together.

“Oh god, thank you for doing this. Like, if we survive this I’m going to pay for both your lunch and dinner,” Hoseok murmured into Seokjin’s shoulder, his words coming out a bit muffled.

Seokjin chuckled at that, the bubbly sound vibrating against his rib cage and directly blessing Hoseok’s ears. “I’ll take you up on that offer. Though, you have no idea what you’ve gotten yourself into.”

“Alright, people,” Yoongi grumbled to catch their attention. “Since it seems like you’re all ready, I’m going to count to three, and then on the jump part you’ll, well, you’ll jump. Any questions?”

“No,” Hoseok offered a quick but meek answer in fear he would change his mind. With his eyes shut, he firmly pressed his face against Seokjin’s chest and locked him in a more suffocating hug.

“One…” Yoongi gave off the impression of a sloth-like person, but damn, even his counting was frustratingly slow, each vowel drawn out like a sticky chewing gum. “… two… th-“

“Ah, wait, wait!” A voice cried out with a hint of hysteria creeping in. Wait. His voice.

“Whenever you’re ready,” Seokjin hummed and he began to rub his back soothingly when Hoseok mustered the courage to peek over the edge of the platform, the remaining confidence vanishing into thin air when met with the wide lake stretching underneath them, the clear water sparkling in the noon sun.

“What did the late tomato say to the early tomato? ... I’ll ketch up.”

“Jesus,” Hoseok sighed in surrender. “Fine, uh, fine. Start counting.”

“One.”

Jungkook was a dead man for sure. Large doe eyes or not, for the sake of his own health and sanity Hoseok wouldn’t spare that demon seed.

“Two.”

It’s not like this is the perfect timing to have this kind of thoughts, but while Seokjin was unbelievably broad in the shoulders, the man had a slender, wasp waist - the finding of this adorable yet sexy contrast had Hoseok short of breath and his head spinning.

“Three.”

Dad, Mom, noona, Mickey, I love you.

“JUMP!”

He let out a murderous shriek when he lost the ground under his feet as Seokjin squeezed him and took the leap, both of them diving in the air as if going into a tailspin. His scream died in his throat, the strong pressure silencing him and the wind swallowing all the sounds around.

As soon as the first wave of shock had subsided, a strange mixture of sensation and fear washed over Hoseok as they were flying down, falling headfirst. However, before he could marvel in the feeling more, they were launched in the air by the spring force as the cord pulled back on them.

As if the abrupt yank unscrewed an invisible cap, all the emotions that had been bottled up inside him made their way out in the form of inconsolable and never-ending yells and shouts of fear and hysteria. Dangling like a rag doll in the wind, he screamed and screamed until his voice gave out.

A hand came up to his head, gently stroking his hair. Not stopping with the caressing, Seokjin rested his chin on top of his head. “Hey, it’s okay now. It’s okay.”

Hoseok was aware of the wet traces left on his cheeks, as well as of more tears pricking at the corners of his eyes and his runny nose. Nonetheless, he leaned against Seokjin and breathed in the delicate flowery smell that seemed so familiar and calming now. He didn’t think Seokjin would care about the disgusting evidence of Hoseok’s mental breakdown staining his T-shirt that much, but Hoseok knew a perfect dry cleaner’s if the other man eventually did mind.

“The last thing I think about now is food, but I guess, I owe you a lunch, if you still feel like eating. I definitely am not,” Hoseok croaked once he found his voice and the rope stilled enough for him not to go mad again. If he put his imagination into work, it was almost like swinging on the tyre back at his parents’ house.

“Meet me few times more and you will realize that words like ‘lost appetite’ aren’t in my vocabulary,” Seokjin said meaningfully, while getting childishly excited. ”Moreover, there’s nothing better than fresh air and exercise for a starving stomach.”

“If I knew there would be a hot instructor to jump with me, I would voluntarily replace Hobi hyung,” said Jimin, his mouth unconsciously forming a little sulky pout as he eyed the couple fooling around few steps in front of him.

Seokjin, as the instructor introduced himself, was now telling one of his too many cheesy but in a certain way funny jokes while furiously flapping his arms. It only resulted in Hoseok playfully nudging his hip, the wave of their laughter immediately filling the air.

Life wasn’t fair and Hoseok was a lucky bastard who’d just scored a sort of lunch date with a gorgeous human being that was way out of his league, no offense. Jimin couldn’t help it but kicked a pebble on the pavement.

Meanwhile, Jungkook shrugged and took a loud slurp of his tea, the ice already melted thus the drink getting too warm and disgusting for his liking. A mischievous grin tugged at his lips which released the straw in a seemingly lazy manner. “There might be another stunning dude up there. Wanna bet and jump, hyung?”

“Screw you, Jungkook.”

#bts #2seok #jin #seokjin #hoseok #j-hope #2seok fics #bts fics #kim seokjin #jung hoseok #writings #my fics #felt like writing 2seok since there isn't much works dedicated to this ship

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nf-pia · 8 years ago

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#TurbulenceinMIA fanaccount

So to anyone who cares to read about my experience please continue on reading. This will be a showcase of my roller coaster emotions so I apologize in advance if my thoughts are all over the place.

Anyways, I got to the venue around 12pm to get my p2/hitouch wristband. I think this fanmeet is more organized than it was for FlyinATL. Most probably because I went to the venue a day before and saw the signs on the doors on where to get the wristbands. Tbh the line was sorta organized, but towards the opening of the doors people that just arrived cut in front of the people who were there since morning. That kinda angered me a bit, but I wasn’t gonna let it ruin my day since I’ll be seeing my boys again for the 2nd time.

So I stood in the GA standing section on the right side and because I’m short (5′2), I can’t barely see shit HAHA. I had to tiptoe and jump just to see the stage. There was chairs on the stage before Got7 came in, so I immediately knew the first song would be Let Me… and your girl was right. But I wasn’t prepared for the next song which was Prove It. LORDT I WAS GONE. In my fancam, I said “oh my god, Prove It YAAAS” so loud the girl behind me laughed at me XD I don’t blame her though. She could tell I was JB trash.

So they did their introductions and i was cheering for every member then when it was JB’s turn my screams went from volume 10 to 50 right quick LMAO .I will post the fancam of it soon. During the Parkson and Young & Rich game Jackbum kept hugging each other and 2jae had a moment where jb held youngjae’s head against his… i was gone… my 2jae and Jackbum feels were alive.

Then came the fan x got7 game… I legit was about to get called by JB, but i was a number away from the raffle ticket he said. I was about to have a heart attack lmao. I hated his partner so much, but we ain’t gonna talk about how rude she was to JB because it just angers me so much cause jb deserves better treatment. If I was his partner instead, I would’ve treated him like a king and made him feel loved. Also, during one of the opening songs Yugyeom looked in my direction then I smiled at him then he had the audacity to wink + smile at me. Like ok boo, I know you fine as hell, but I ain’t tryna ruin my bias list, i still love u though. Then during the same song JB went to my side then the light shone on the fans where I was then I sent JB a finger heart then our eyes met then he smiled at me. OK I WAS SHOOK.. RIGHT AFTER I SHOOK MY MOM BY HER SHOULDERS CAUSE I COULDNT BELIEVE PIABUM WAS REAL FOR ONE SECOND.

Skipping to Home Run encore. There was a line barrier letting us know we can’t stand outside of that line, but your girl was like YOLO I didn’t run towards the stage during encore last time so I’m gonna do it now IDGAF. So i went there and Youngjae was literally two handspans a way from me. I was screaming YOUNGJAE!!!! like bloody murder so he looked my way for a second and we made eye contact. I didn’t know he stared at me until I was trying to screenshot every second of my fancam. Then Jackson came out of no where then started hugging Youngjae! In my head I was like ME TOO JACKSON ME TOO. Then he walked towards me. I started screaming “JACKSEN JACKSEN” then JACKSON LOOKS AT ME AND SMILES… LIKE LEGIT SMILES AT ME /DED/ RIP PIA THEN I WAS REACHING MY HAND OUT TO HIM AND HE HELD IT DBGWYEUEISAJDBSAYDUAHNIJDM GSTYEUHIJDSADASDBUINSDSDTRWYDUSN I AM SO BLESSED??? THEN TO THINK I WAS JUST TRYING TO RECOVER FROM THAT INTERACTION I HAD WITH JACKSON.. BAMBAM COMES AND STANDS IN FRONT OF US HE TOOK THE PHONE OF THE GIRL NEXT TO ME THEN I SAW THE PHONE WENT BLANK SO HE HAD TO RETURN THE PHONE TO THE FAN. SO HE HAD TO GO BACK TO THE CENTER OF THE STAGE THEN HE SENDS US A KISS!!!!! AGAIN RIP PIA!!! then i went back to my original spot cause the security finally saw me outside the line barrier. So I made a run for it LOL i wasn’t tryna get kicked out before hi touch happens.

So for the highlight of my night. The Hi-touch. After the fanmeet, they asked p2 ticket holders to sit on the seats behind the GA area. So photo op came first and the boys came back out to take pictures with the fans. I was literally singing “that should be me holding your hand” whenever a fan holds jb’s hand for the photo. I was jealous af. In our seats my mom and I were devising a plan on how were are gonna record our experience without getting caught. We ended up not recording anything cause we’re afraid my phone would be confiscated. Anyways so it was time for hi touch. As i was in line, I kept practicing what I was going to say to each one of them… so Jinyoung was first, I just said Hi, Jinyoung then he smiled at me, Yugyeom was next so I said HIT THE STAGE then he smiled at me. THEN IT WAS JB’S TURN. I WAS TRYING NOT TO CREEP HIM OUT BY GIVING HIM A DEATH STARE LIKE I DID FOR ATLANTA SO I POINTED AT MY DEFSOUL HAT AND SAID “JB LOOK!” SO HE LOOKED AT MY HAT THEN HE WAS SHOCKED LIKE THIS GIF

THEN HE SAID “OHHHHH!!!!” THEN HE SUDDENLY SMILES LIKE THIS

LIKE YOU KNOW JB IS HAPPY WHEN HIS EYES DISAPPEAR AND HIS EYES DISAPPEARED WHEN I SHOWED HIM MY HAT!!!!! THEN I WAS PROBABLY CHEESING HELLA BRIGHTLY BECAUSE WTF IM JAE FUCKING BUM SMILED AT ME????? WHAT THE FUCK???? THE LOVE OF MY LIFE NOTICED MY FUCKING EXISTENCE??? I WANNA CRY???? LIKE ASDFGHJKUDVFYEWFDQUWBHKWHVGYQWDWQBDW ;_; AS I WAS POINTING AT MY HAT JB’S HAND STILL LINGERS AGAINST MINE AND BRUH I WANTED TO COMBUST THEN AND THERE BUT I HAVE TO GET MYSELF TOGETHER BECAUSE THERE WERE STILL 4 MEMBERS AFTER HIM… BUT ANYWAYS PIABUM IS REAL JB CONFIRMED IT HIMSELF. I HAVE MY MOM AS A WITNESS OF OUR LOVE… OK LET ME STOP:)))) Markeu was next i just said hi, then I said hi youngjae but then i got myself together (sorta but not really) then before i passed by yj i said “you’re so handsome” :) idk if he heard me because I already passed by him when i said it, but atleast i wouldn’t have to regret not telling him how handsome he truly is. Then Bambam was next, then i just heard him shout and point at me and said, “DEFSOUL!!!!” then i made a weird “you know it boo” gesture to Bambam then he just kept smiling and so did I. I felt like I was Kenny or JRE because Bambam made me feel like I was a star/famous person for the amount of time i was on stage. Then last was Jackson, I said Hi Jackson then he shook my hand. I wanted to tell him to go to Brazil like i originally planned on saying, but I was really just way too shook that Piabum rose on January 21st 2017 to remember to say anything. As I was going off stage I literally held my hand to my face in shock because I couldn’t believe it was real. Im Jaebum noticed my existence. He knows i’m his fan. He knows that I love him. I AM SO FUCKING HAPPY YALL DONT EVEN KNOW. I HAVEN’T STOPPED SMILING SINCE IT HAPPENED LIKE THE SMILE ON MY FACE NEVER FADED. I LOVE GOT7 I LOVE IM JAEBUM I LOVE LIFE I LOVE EVERYTHING I’M STILL ON CLOUD NINE.

#TURBULENCEINMIA #PIAINMIAMI #FAN ACOOUNT #PERSONAL #PIABUM #PIABUM2017 #012117

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random-yeet021 · 5 years ago

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The turning point

While being awake at 3 in the morning I wrote something that I just needed to get out of my chest, but I didn’t know what it would later make me do. What I wrote was “ok so, i’ve spent nights trying to come up with a way to say this but U wasn’t able to come up with anything so i’m just going to say it as I go with it. And that is the fact that I really like you, you know. And I’ve been meaning to ask you out for some time now but I haven’t brought myself to do so because I am scared. I’m scared that and yet intrigued as to what your answer may be, ad I wouldn’t be asking this but there’s 24 hours in a day and only 364 days in a year and I only see you half of those days trough school and it’s making me feel like I am running out of time because I can’t stop wondering. I...I know this could turn out to be a big mistake but sometimes you know you’re making a mistake but you also know that by not making that mistake, you’d be making an even bigger mistake. And I don’t want to regret not asking you this because I know that is I don’t, the doubt, the “what ifs?” are going to kill me in the future. I’ve never hoped that I am wrong before, but since I have a pretty good idea of what your answer is going to be, I am really hoping hoping I am wrong. God do I hope I’m wrong. I am hoping that I am as wrong as a human being can ever be. And what I want to say, or better phrased, ASK YOU is “would you like to go out with me?”

Some days later I am in 2nd period when my crush mentions

-”I actually want to go to the dance, but none of my friends are going”

So I responded with a “just go alone Penny”

My friend Mehdi which was a foreign exchange student interrupted me “look who's talking, you never go anywhere.”

I saw this as an opportunity and said “If you’re going im going, fuck it. Penny now you have someone to go with.”

That happened on a tuesday. I got pretty excited and that night I started planning what I was going to say and how. I stayed up all night thinking about the dance, about the opportunity I had taken there.

Wednesday after 2nd period while walking with her to her next class I realized something and I asked her - “Hey I never officially asked you this, but would you like to go to the homecoming dance with me?”

-”Are you officially asking me to the dance? Yeah, I would love to.”

So even more excited I went home and started thinking about the dance, about how I had actually asked her to the dance and she said yes. That night I stayed up most of it thinking and planning for the dance. The next day penny had told the group of friends from 2nd period that she was selling tickets to a raffle for a fundraiser which she was in due to the fact that she is in flag. So I texted her -”hey, can I buy some tickets from you to help you out”

-”yeah, of course. I’ll give the tickets to Jordan, he says he knows you from 5th period, you can give him the money and he’ll give it to me.”

At the time I didn't think much of it, maybe they’re just friends, or family. I have nothing to worry about.

Thursday after school I went shopping in the hopes of finding a good outfit for that night since I had nothing to wear. After 3 hours in the store I found it, A black long-sleeve shirt, with dark grey jeans, with light grey shoes, with a watch. Needless to say, I was pretty excited to go to this dance with her.

So friday night comes around, I get ready, meet up with our friend Gus who was also going with us and we are waiting for Penny to arrive. And man when I tell you she looked radiant as soon as I saw her step out of the car. I was already heading towards her when this other guy named Caleb shows up out of nowhere, and literally steals her from me and we head inside the gym to find a table. A few minutes in and I ak her if she wants anything to drink.

-”I don’t have any money”

-”don’t worry about it, i got you”

So I go and buy 2 lemonades and we’re drinking the lemonades when some songs start playing, and Caleb grabs her and takes her to dance, at seeing this all the excitement, all the hype, all the thoughts I had, all the sleepless nights I spent planning, went down the drain and I stayed at the table because I didn’t feel like dancing, everything was hitting me really hard. So I text my best friend maggie about the situation and one of her replies were -”Im sorry” and as soon as I read that, it took everything I had not to start crying right there and then. So I go outside for some air and I see a really good friend of mine called Amaya and after a few minutes I text her

-”hey can I talk to you”

-”of course, meet me by the entrance”

And so we meet by the entrance and we go outside and I tell her h=everything while trying not to cry. And she keeps telling me to go back in there and steal her back and dance with her. She stood up, and just as she was about to head back inside she said

-”come on, you have 30 minutes until the dance is over, you’re running out of time.” that was the turning point of my night, where it went from the worst one ever, into one of the best ones of my life so far.

And those words had a huge impact on me. So I head back inside as well, and I see my friend Gus and he tells me that Mehdi is here and was looking for me. Upon hearing this I start looking for him and I find him in the dance floor. So I start dancing too, pretty soon Penny and Caleb join in with us and we’re all dancing. After a couple of songs they go somewhere, and I find Amaya again and we start dancing. And I swear when that song ended the DJ started playing “Perfect” by Ed Sheeran. Amaya just turns to me and says “look for her, find her, and dance with her.” and without missing a heart beat I find myself running to the entrance looking for her, Where is she?, where is she? She is nowhere to be found, so I ask Mehdi if he;s seen them, and he points me to where Penny and Caleb were and without thinking, I wasn’t scared or nervous I walked up behind her and tapped Caleb on the shoulder and say -”May I please”

And within the second i find myself holding her hand and slow dancing. And I knew right there that i had to do something -”hey remember this morning when I said you look good on anything?”

-”yeah”

-”well, im sorry but I lied. Because tonight you look fucking stunning Penny.”

She just smiles and laughs and I decide to tell a little inside joke we have between us two -” hey, so can I text you sometime?”

-”yeah, you can”

-”I just don't know what to text you about”

-”You can text me about whatever”

-”What do you like? Make me a list of things you like’

-”umm I like popcorn, music…” and I didn’t hear the rest because I found myself lost in her eyes.

After that song we went to sit down and I asked her

-”hey, so do you want to hang out tomorrow after the parade and go to the carnival?”

-I don't know, because Jordan asked me to hang out as well.”

-Is jordan like your cousin or something?”

-”no, he is my… well I don't know what he is, I don't know what WE are. We are talking but i don’t completely know.”

In that moment you could hear my heart shatter a little bit. And without thinking about it I just threw it out there because i am sure that by then it was pretty obvious.

-”So do you think I have a chance with you Penny?”

-I don’t know, its not that I dont like you like that its just that, I don’t know what thing i have with Jordan, and I don’t want to start a thing while I already have one going on with someone else you know”.

Then...you could hear my heart shattering just a little tiny bit more right there, and without knowing what to say I just responded with a -“thats a smart move.”

The dance had ended and we decided to go outside to take some pictures. Some memories to remember my best night so far. The night where I slowed dance for the first time to the perfect song, at the perfect dance, with the perfect girl. Too bad I was just a little bit too late, Jordan is already talking to her. And you can’t blame her, he got the looks, the money, the confidence, and the popularity. But only time will tell. I mean, after all, she didn't say “no.”

#homecoming #slow dancing #perfect #late night #like a movie #best night

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