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hazel-light · 3 years ago

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CATCH UP ON CHAPTER ONE HERE

Chapter Two Word Count: ~8,500

Genre: (Wedding) Fake Dating, Friends to Lovers, lots of bed sharing and every self indulgent fluffy trope possible.

Warnings: None? Lots of fluff? Occasional cussing? Some suggestive themes, moments, and jokes I guess. No smut or anything!

Disclaimer: I am not Daniel Sharman, and I do not pretend to know how he would act, speak, etc. This is fiction okay, there’s a lot of creative license, and potential to be OOC. Ricky isn't mentioned because I started writing this before we knew he existed, so apologies for that. Also, if you’re DShar himself, please do us both a favor and don’t read this, okay???? Same if you know him 🙈

Title taken from the song Yellow Lights by Harry Hudson which suits this story quite a bit!

A/N: Thank you to everyone who sent me feedback on the first part! I really appreciate it :) Things pick up quite a bit here.... I hope you all enjoy! The third part will be up tomorrow, as promised. <3

It was finally time to fly back to Massachusetts. I had changed my flight so that Daniel and I could be on the same one and seated together.

It’s ridiculously early when I arrive at his apartment to pick him up in our shared Uber, since we have to account for the time difference on the East Coast. He opens the door to his apartment, looking super cozy and ready for travel, one suitcase behind him and a backpack by the door.

“Today’s the day,” I grin at him.

“Oh shit, is it really?” He feigns, rolling his eyes. “Good thing I packed early, then.”

“You’re a professional traveler by this point, I bet you have it down pat.”

“You would think that, wouldn’t you? I actually put a bit more thought into this trip than I usually do.... I need to make a good impression, and I’m making a lot of first impressions.”

I can’t keep my face from forming an endeared expression. “That’s really cute.”

He puts his hands up bashfully. “I take my roles very seriously, Lauren.”

I shake my head. “Well, it means a lot to me; not only that you’re doing this, but that you’re taking it seriously.”

He shrugs, softening his playful demeanor. “Even if we weren’t together in their eyes, I would care what your family thinks. They’re important to you, so it’s important to me.”

“Dannnnielllll,” I whine, “Please don't make me cry this early in the day.”

He laughs, picking up his luggage. “At this rate you’re not going to survive the weekend. I haven’t even turned on my boyfriend charm yet.”

God help me then, I think, making my way back to the car.

Getting through LAX is fairly easy, and remarkably Daniel successfully flies under the radar. He offers to let me have the window seat, but I let him take it, figuring the farther out of sight from the aisle he is, the better.

Like all flights, I fall asleep as soon as we hit cruising altitude; Daniel has his headphones in and spends the time working on something in a notebook. In what seems like minutes, I’m being gently shaken awake by a smiling Daniel.

“Lovely girlfriend of mine, it’s time to rise and shine. Our relationship starts,” he pretends to check the time, “now.”

“Oh thank you, handsome boyfriend. I’m ready.”

Daniel laughs as we stand and wait to exit the plane. Once we step off and onto the ramp, Daniel offers me his hand. “Ready?”

I lace my fingers through his and try to ignore the flutter in my stomach. “Ready.”

Getting our luggage from baggage claim is fairly painless, which leads us to looking for Ryan and Katharine, his longtime girlfriend, in the airport. They’re picking us up on their way to the hotel on the Cape, where the wedding reception is going to be held, and also where we’re going to be staying.

We walk through the airport hand in hand, as I check my phone yet again to see if Ryan has texted. Nothing. We stop for a moment, and peripherally I hear a girl’s voice from behind us,

“Um excuse me, are you Daniel Sharman? Can I get a photo?”

I glance at Daniel, whose face has gone blank. I move to let go of his hand instinctively but he tightens his grip as we turn around. I laugh when I realize the voice belongs to Katharine, who’s standing in front of Ryan, who is trying his best not to laugh.

“Not funny, you guys,” I say, biting back a grin. “We haven’t been recognized so far.”

I turn back to Daniel, who’s looking at me slightly confused. “Daniel, please meet Ryan and his girlfriend Katharine.”

“Oh,” he laughs, reaching out to shake their hands. “That was good. It’s nice to meet you both.”

Katharine knocks into Ryan, who’s still grinning. “It was this loser’s idea. He said he couldn't do it because you’d recognize his voice too soon.”

“A fair point,” I add, teasing. “Besides, women tend to be Daniel’s main demographic, so.”

Daniel scoffs and rolls his eyes.

“What?” I laugh, “It’s true.”

“I wanted to see if you’d drop her hand in front of a fan,” Ryan challenges. “You passed the test.”

“That’s a stupid test, Ry. I wouldn’t have been offended if he did, since this is our first public outing as a couple.”

Daniel looks at me like I’ve somehow insulted him. “I would never do that to you, Laur. That’s crazy; I wouldn’t try to hide you.”

“Okay, well, I’m just saying.” I look at Ryan expectantly. “Still trying to figure out why you haven’t hugged me yet.”

“It takes two hands to hug, I think,” he taunts, nodding towards where Daniel and I are still holding hands.

I blush. “Can you not be this annoying? We literally just arrived.” I let go of Daniel’s hand and step toward Ryan. Katharine and Daniel watch amusedly as Ryan and I hug, trying to see who can crush the other the most. “I missed you, dummy.”

“I missed you, too. You can let go now. Really.”

I let go of Ryan and narrow my eyes at him. “You’re a brat.”

“Whatever, let’s go.”

I grab the handle of my suitcase, smiling at Daniel, who smiles softly back at me. I glance at his hand and then back at him, and he chuckles softly as he meets me halfway in my attempt to hold his hand again. I blush and look away, turning my attention back to Ryan and Katharine, who are leading us out of the airport to where they’d parked.

---

The car ride to the hotel on the Cape is filled with small talk, mainly questions for Daniel, who takes them in stride. I watch him and smile as he is able to keep up with Ryan’s antics and provide thoughtful answers. He is anything but flustered, and I feel a sense of pride trickle through me. At some point, Daniel catches me watching up with a smile on my face and he just smiles back, continuing his easy conversation with Ryan and Katharine. I jump in where I’m needed, or when I can provide something interesting, but for the most part I bask in how well things seem to be going.

Once we arrive and park at the hotel, the four of us get our luggage and head inside to check in. Ryan gives our name to the woman at the desk and she looks us up.

“Got it. I see the mother of the bride reserved two king rooms on the wedding family floor, which is 3.” I see Ryan glance at us, but I just don’t look at him, I just squeeze Daniel’s hand.

“That sounds right to me.”

Daniel nods next to me. The woman nods and hands us each two key cards. We thank her and head to the elevator for our floor.

Katharine checks her phone. “Do you guys want to get settled and meet back up for dinner? The hotel restaurant has seating out by the beach.”

I look at Daniel who looks at me before shrugging. “Yeah, that sounds great. You want to meet in like 45 minutes?”

The elevator dings and we exit to our floor. Our room is farther down the hall than Ryan and Katharine’s.

“Sure, we’ll head over to your room then.” Ryan smiles before ducking into his room with Katharine.

Once I hear their door click shut, I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding.

Daniel huffs a laugh at me, stopping to unlock our door.

“You alright?”

“Great. How’re you doing with all this?”

“Good; they’re nice— Ryan is literally exactly what I expected.”

I laugh at that and follow Daniel into the room. I look around and admire the quaint decor. The bed takes up most of the room but there’s a closet and a bureau on the opposite wall, and tall windows that don’t open but overlook the beach below and the sea beyond. Opposite the windows is a wall covered in different paintings and signs— very boho beachy.

I sit on the bed and look at Daniel, who’s already unzipping his luggage to hang up his suit.

“This is cute,” I comment.

“Yeah, it’s nice.”

I bite my nail and watch as he turns around to face the closet.

“I uh, forgot that we’d be sharing a bed. Just didn’t think of it— sorry.”

Daniel laughs and gives me an incredulous look over his shoulder.

“You thought your aunt would book us two beds even though as far as she knows we’re super in love?”

I blush. “Well, no. I just— I don’t know, I didn’t even think about it is all I meant.”

Daniel rolls his eyes. “It doesn’t bother me. I quite appreciate a good cuddle, if I’m honest. Haven’t had one in a while.”

I raise my eyebrows. “Oh?”

“Why— do you hate that? Are you one of those women who like their space?”

I snort. “No, no, we can cuddle. You just surprise me, is all.”

“Surprise you, huh?”

Daniel turns around with a mischievous sparkle in his eye. He takes two strides so he’s standing in front of me, and puts his hands on either side of my face. He leans down so we’re eye to eye and I can’t help but glance briefly at his lips, wondering if he’s going to kiss me again.

“You know,” he says softly, “You should really unpack your dress so it doesn’t wrinkle.” He winks and pulls back, kissing my forehead.

I shake my head even though he’s facing away from me now, hopping off the bed to follow his advice.

“You’re trouble, Sharman. Such a tease.”’

“Sorry?” He looks at me innocently, batting his eyelashes dramatically. “Oh, were you expecting a kiss?”

I feel myself blush as I pull my dress out and walk around him to hang it up.

“I wasn’t expecting anything. Like I said, you’re full of surprises.”

He lowers his voice. “So, you don’t want a kiss?”

I turn around to face him, eyes narrowed, thoughts rushing, but before I can retort there’s a knock on the door.

I turn away promptly to answer the door, grateful for the exit. I hear Daniel chuckle behind me as I open the door to reveal Ryan, who clears his throat.

“Hope I’m not interrupting.” He peers past me, presumably at Daniel. “Katharine called the restaurant to make a reservation and they only had a 6:45, so she said we’d take it. I tried to text you but you didn’t answer.”

“Sorry,” I apologize. “My phone's still in my bag. We were unpacking.”

“That’s fine. Are you guys good to head to dinner, or...?”

I feel an arm wrap around my waist. “Yeah, we’re good. I grabbed your purse, Laur, and I have my wallet and the room key.”

I can feel Ryan watching me so I lean back against Daniel’s chest and look up at him. “Thank you,” I say sweetly, taking my bag from him before turning back to Ryan. “Let’s go.”

—-

Dinner on the beach is lovely. There’s a subtle warm breeze and the food is delicious. The conversation is easy and I can’t help but feel an unusual sense of peace of bringing two of my favorite men together and having them get along so well.

I’m in a reverie when I feel Daniel’s hand lightly squeeze my thigh, bringing me back to reality. I blink, looking across the table at Ryan and Katharine, and try to ignore Daniel smirking next to me.

“Hmm? Sorry, I dazed out there for a minute.”

Katharine laughs. “Totally fine, I was asking how it’s been dating someone who's in the spotlight.”

“Oh, um.” I pause, taking a sip of water. “It’s been fine, you know, since we’ve been so low key about it. The public doesn’t know about us. I imagine it’d be different then.”

Daniel nods. “I think for the most part, the fans would be welcoming, but there are always going to be people who… aren’t.”

Ryan leans on his hand, looking between the two of us. “Isn’t it weird, though? The thought that there are so many girls thinking about getting with your boyfriend constantly?”

“I—” I look at Daniel, who looks mortified, but also curious at how I’ll respond. “I guess I’ve never really thought about it like that.”

Ryan makes a noise of indignation. “You watch his movies and shows and stuff, don’t you?”

I narrow my eyes at him. “Of course I do.”

“And it isn’t weird watching him make out with people on screen? Doesn’t it make you jealous?”

I open and close my mouth. I can tell behind his hand Daniel’s smirking, and even Katharine’s looking at me curiously.

“Well, of course I don’t love it— but I mean— it’s his job. There’s nothing I can do about it.”

I look at Daniel, who’s looking at me curiously.

“You never said it made you jealous.”

“I mean—” I shrug, at a loss for words.

He looks at me for a moment before looking away, clearing his throat as we’re interrupted by the waiter bringing our check.

Ryan goes to grab it, but Daniel beats him to it.

“I got it. I said I’d owe you a hundred bucks if you came with a real date, so,” Ryan teases.

I cross my arms. “Oh, and you believe me now?”

“After seeing how jealous you got in that conversation? Yeah.”

I scoff and Daniel and Katharine laugh while Ryan rolls his eyes.

“I’m just playing around, Laur.”

Daniel intervenes, sticking his card in the check holder and placing it at the edge of the table.

“I’ve got it, bro. First meeting and all that; but thank you.”

I look at Daniel. “You don’t have to do that, we all have our own jobs.”

Daniel shrugs. “I know, I just want to.” He places his hand on my thigh again, and leans in to kiss my temple. He whispers against my head. “Let me do this, please?”

“Okay,” I sigh. “Well, thank you.”

“Yes, thank you,” Katharine echoes, smiling.

“My pleasure.”

—-

We’re back in our room, just finished brushing our teeth, when I bring it up again.

“You really didn’t have to pay for dinner you know.”

“I know,” he says. “But I don’t want him giving you money like me coming here was something that had to be bribed, or bought. I came because I wanted to— the details of which Ryan doesn’t need to know.”

I hum in thought.

“Besides, apparently I’m causing you bouts of jealousy, so really it’s the least I can do,” he teases.

I scoff, “Comes with the territory I guess…. along with apparently fighting off swarms of girls who want to jump your bones.”

It’s his turn to roll his eyes, folding down the bed covers, “Do people even use that expression anymore?”

“Doesn’t matter, you know what I mean.”

“And yet, you’re the woman in my bed tonight.”

I laugh, folding down the other side of the bed, “How scandalous.”

“Very. Cuddling is serious business, you know.”

Daniel settles into bed, looking at me where I’m still sat on the edge.

“You coming in?”

“Yeah,” I flush, hesitating.

He extends an arm, and I take the invitation, cuddling up against his chest.

“See, this is nice.”

“I never said it wouldn’t be.”

“I know." He pauses, "Try to relax, I promise this weekend is going to go smoothly, if I have any say in it. Not to sound too cocky, but I’m good at my job.”

I laugh at that, before sighing, “I know you are.”

“Good. Sweet dreams, then.”

“Sweet dreams," I echo, snuggling a little bit closer to him.

—-

When I wake up in the morning, my chest is pressed against Daniel’s shirt, and I feel his fingertips lightly tracing up and down my back.

“Morning,” he hums.

“Good morning,” I answer, shifting slightly. “How long have you been awake?”

Daniel makes a noncommittal noise. “Not sure, didn’t want to risk waking you up to check my phone.”

I look up at him as best I can from my position. “You’ve just been staring at the ceiling this whole time?”

“It hasn’t been that long. Plus I’m resting, and enjoying our cuddle.”

I turn away blushing and snuggle back into him. “You are very warm; makes me not want to get up.”

“Our alarm hasn’t gone off yet—” He’s cut off by the alarm on his phone doing just that. “Nevermind.”

I make no effort to move from my cozy position.

“Come on,” He urges, pulling my hair lightly. “We have to get up and brush our teeth. I have a feeling there’s some kissing in our future, so.”

“Oh? Is there someone you have your eye on?” I tease.

“Just my fake girlfriend. I think I’ll probably need to demonstrate to her family how in love I am.”

“Demonstrate, huh? I’ll tell the children to shield their eyes.”

I feel Daniel’s laugh rumble through his chest, and I grin.

“Come on, we have to get ready and we have to make a good impression!”

I groan, rolling off and away from him. “I’m going to complain the whole time.”

“I’d expect nothing less.”

I don’t have to turn around to know he’s smirking.

Daniel showers first so I can use the bathroom to style my hair and do my makeup once I’m done with mine.

When I’m done, I find Daniel suited and sitting on the edge of the bed, scrolling on his phone. I walk up to him, standing in between his legs, and he looks up at me, taking in my appearance.

“You look beautiful.”

I reach my hand up to smooth his collar. “And you look very handsome; it might be a hard sell for anyone to believe you’re here with me,” I joke.

He shakes his head, smiling softly. He reaches up to take my hand, pulling my wrist up to his lips where he leaves a gentle kiss.

“I don’t think anyone will have any trouble believing that, actually.”

My heart stutters in my chest, and I swallow.

“Are you ready to meet everyone?”

“I am. Are you nervous?”

I look at him for a minute and really think about it.

“No,” I say, shaking my head. “With you, I’m not nervous.”

He smiles. “Good; let’s get going.”

—

As we exit the hotel, we take a right before descending down the stairs to the beach ceremony hand in hand. The sun feels warm on our skin, but the soft breeze keeps it from feeling overbearing. I can feel some family members’ eyes on me as I smile and wave with my free hand, sure I’ll have plenty of time to talk to them after. We pick our seats and I look up at Daniel, who is already smiling down at me. I smile back as he places our clasped hands in my lap, his thumb gently brushing back and forth over my skin.

“It’s a beautiful day to get married,” he states, looking around.

I hum in agreement, wrapping my free hand around his bicep.

“I always wondered about summer weddings— I’d worry that I’d sweat off all my makeup if I was the bride.”

Daniel huffs a laugh. “Yeah. I assume most grooms are sweating buckets before they even reach the reception.”

My eyes wander down to where he has the first few buttons of his shirt undone to accommodate the heat.

“My eyes are up here.”

My eyes flash back up to his, and he smirks. I shake my head and try not to blush at getting caught. He leans down to kiss my temple.

“You’re cute when you blush,” he murmurs against my hair, squeezing my hand.

I turn to him and raise my eyebrow. “Diving right in are we?”

He shrugs and diverts his attention back to the altar.

“Ryan looks so much older in his tux.”

I look to where Ryan stands next to Nick, Rachel’s soon-to-be husband, as one of the groomsmen.

“Sometimes I forget he’s only 18, but then he’s still a baby to me in some ways.”

Daniel shakes his head. “Just imagine, one day we’ll be sitting at his wedding.”

“I can’t even think about that— though, to be fair, he may beat me to getting married. He and Katharine have been dating since they were 13.”

He lets out a low whistle. “True high school sweethearts. Do you think they’ll stay together through college?”

I sigh, looking over at Katharine a few rows ahead with my Aunt Judith. “I hope so, I think they’re a good fit. She’s already part of the family.”

It’s quiet for a moment before something hits me.

“You said we’ll be sitting at Ryan’s wedding.” I tug on Daniel’s arm. “Plan on sticking around?”

“Well, I—” He opens and closes his mouth a few times, not sure of the right response.

I giggle and lean up to kiss his cheek before pulling back just enough to whisper, “You know, you’re really cute when you blush.”

He turns to me before I can pull away entirely, placing a quick kiss on my lips, leaving me blinking up at him.

He smirks. “Touché.”

———

There’s something to be said for attending a wedding with someone.

I’m not sure if I’m emotional because it’s Rachel, my cousin who I’ve grown up with, or the fact that when something particularly romantic happens, I look at Daniel, who will smile and squeeze my hand in solidarity.

We’re both a little teary eyed by the time the ceremony ends. I reach my free hand up to wipe a stray tear from his face. He laughs, embarrassed.

“It’s okay, I’m feeling it too. Easy to feel a little sappy on a day like today.”

“Mmm. Really sets the mood for the start of our relationship.”

I roll my eyes good-naturedly.

“Speaking of…” I trail off, eyeing a few family members approaching over his shoulder.

“Get ready, because introductions start now.”

—-

The members of my family that are introduced seem to welcome Daniel with no hesitations— and far fewer questions than I anticipated. He handles them all smoothly and I’m thankful we discussed some things beforehand. Eventually, we part ways, excusing ourselves with promises to catch up more later.

We don’t get too far before a little girl runs up to us. She can’t be older than 4 or 5.

“Hi,” she giggles. “I’m Marnie.”

Daniel and I share a smile, and I bend down a bit. “Hi Marnie, I’m Lauren, and this is Daniel.” He waves. “Are you here for the wedding too?”

She nods bashfully. “Nick kissed her! Now he’s a husband.”

Daniel laughs. “He is.”

“How do you know Nick?” I ask.

“He’s my cousin,” she says, kicking some sand with her sandals.

“Ahh, the girl he kissed is my cousin Rachel. Now she’s a wife!” I exclaim.

She looks at me curiously. “Is a wife like a mom?”

Before I can answer, we hear someone call her name, and we look up to see a couple around our age standing on the patio about 10 feet away.

“Is that your mom and dad?” Daniel asks.

“Yeah, I gotta go— see you later!”

She dashes off, and we wave at the couple who wave back, calling out an apology.

“It’s fine— she’s super cute!” I smile.

We watch as they head back toward the hotel, and presumably the reception.

We walk along the stone wall lining the patio, watching from a distance as bridal party photos are taken.

I look at him. “Should we take our own photo to celebrate the occasion, and how nice we look?”

Daniel laughs, pulling his phone out of his pocket. “Sure.”

He bends down so we can take a selfie, before shaking his head.

“Wait.” He sits on the wall, and pulls me so I’m sitting on his lap. I try to mask my blush as he looks at the phone screen. “Better. More natural angle.”

We take one selfie smiling and another with silly faces.

“Do you two want me to take a photo for you?” A woman passing by asks.

I hesitate, but Daniel’s already handing over his phone. “That would be great, thanks.”

We stay seated with his arm around my waist. And I turn to lean into him, putting my hand on his chest.

We grin and the woman takes a photo.

“Boooo, boring,” Ryan heckles, walking up behind the woman out of nowhere. “Give us something good.”

I roll my eyes, and feel Daniel chuckle.

“Aren’t you supposed to be taking formal photos?” I query.

“I finished.” He shrugs, taking the camera from the woman, who excuses herself. “Now give me something good.”

“Alright Ryan, since you asked so nicely,” Daniel drawls. I feel his hand on my neck tilting my head up. “Give the man what he wants.” He smirks, eyes sparkling, leaning in to kiss me.

I can’t help but grin into the kiss as I hear Ryan quickly change his tune. “Okay gross, this is excessive. I got it, you can stop.”

Eventually we pull away, and I turn to Ryan innocently. “Sorry, were you saying something?”

“I’m starting to regret pushing the whole plus one agenda.” He frowns, handing Daniel back his phone.

“No you aren’t,” I tease.

“I’m going to go find my girlfriend,” he rebuts, stalking off.

Daniel shakes his head. “He’s funny.” Lowering his voice, he says into my ear, “One kiss down, many to go.”

I shove him playfully and slide off his lap, turning back towards the hotel to hide my blush. “If any of those pictures came out good, send them to me, please.”

“Okay, but wait.” He stands and pulls my elbow gently, and as I turn back to him his lips meet mine.

“What was that for?” I ask as we finally pull away.

“Just making sure we found our rhythm.” He shrugs. “Besides, as your boyfriend, I technically don’t need a reason.”

I bite my lip. “Is that so?”

He looks at me innocently. “It goes both ways, you know, these lips are yours for the day.”

I bark a laugh. “That sounds so weird, but, okay, noted.”

He grins, lacing our fingers together and pulling me back toward the hotel and the reception.

—-

Inside the reception, each table seats 6; we’re seated at one of the family tables with Ryan, Katharine, and my Aunt Judith. Aunt Judith is my late grandmother’s sister. She has a sharp tongue and rarely minces words when she speaks, a trait that suited her long career as a lawyer in the city. She’s one of the family members who I’ve been most nervous for Daniel to meet, as I know she’ll be critical and her eagle eye will be looking for weaknesses between us. I’ve seen her do it to Rachel’s boyfriends over the years, and even to Katharine when she and Ryan started dating.

“So, Daniel…” Aunt Judith begins. “Ryan here tells me you had… concerns, about Lauren telling us about you.”

Here comes the interrogation. I glare at Ryan, who shrugs, before looking at Daniel who appears unusually calm.

“Not concerns, really,” he starts, “We were friends for a long time, as you know, and I think we were both just nervous—“ he looks at me, “and trying to take our time in figuring out the transition into being together romantically.”

I nod, “And it was only like a month before I told Ryan. You guys know I tell you everything.”

Aunt Judith watches as the others laugh knowingly, and Daniel grins at me.

“Are you planning to keep your relationship private from the press?” She pushes.

“Well,” Ryan interjects, “At the airport they were holding hands, even when Katharine approached him pretending to be a fangirl.”

I roll my eyes, “That was so unnecessary, you guys. Daniel and I both like our privacy so I wouldn’t say we’re hiding it, but we aren’t flaunting it all over either.”

“I’m definitely not ashamed or trying to hide Lauren, if that’s what you mean.” Daniel jests lightly.

“I should hope not,” she says, looking at him over her glass, as she takes a sip.

Katherine turns to Daniel, “What is it about Lauren that drew you in?”

Ryan snorts, “Yeah, how’d she escape the friendzone?”

I put a hand over my face, embarrassed, which Aunt Judith seems to interpret to mean something else entirely.

“Please tell me you did nothing scandalous, so help me, Lauren….”

“What,” I look at her, “No, of course not, why would you assume that?”

She shrugs and Daniel intervenes, “It wasn’t something sudden… I always knew she was beautiful, and obviously as we became friends I saw how kind and thoughtful she was. Funny too,” he says smirking at me.

“Hmm,” she says taking a sip from her drink again, but I can tell she’s secretly pleased with his answer.

—-

Once dinner is finished I excuse Daniel and I from the table, so I can introduce him to Rachel, her new husband, Nick, and of course my Auntie Kim.

I feel Daniel’s hand squeeze mine and I turn back to look at him, smiling.

“Getting tired of all these introductions yet?” I ask.

He shakes his head. “No, I’m fine.”

“Such a good sport,” I tease, and he rolls his eyes.

We wait for the last people currently talking to Rachel and Nick to clear, and when Rachel sees me she squeals.

“Lauren!”

I laugh, “Hi Rach, congratulations!”

“Thank you,” she beams, looking over at Nick briefly.

“And welcome to the family, officially, Nick.”

He grins and motions behind me, “Who’s this guy you’re towing around?”

“Right,” I blush. “Rachel, Nick, this is my boyfriend Daniel.”

“It’s a pleasure,” Daniel greets, sticking out his hand to shake theirs. Neither Nick or Rachel do a great job of hiding their surprise.

“No offense, Laur, but when Ryan told me you were bringing a boyfriend I thought he was messing with us.” Nick interjects.

I force a grin on my face, feeling Daniel’s hand comfortingly move to my back.

“I’m all too real, I’m afraid.” Daniel interjects. “Sorry to disappoint.”

I lean back into him, and watch as Rachel smacks Nick on the arm.

“No, no, we’re very glad you’re real Daniel. Just surprised is all. Don’t mind Nick.”

Auntie Kim approaches saving us from the awkward encounter.

“This must be the infamous Daniel, who has won our Lauren’s heart.”

I blush, as she moves to hug him.

He smirks, “Well, she’s won mine as well.”

“You two are so cute. We are so thrilled you could come today, Daniel.”

“I was too, it is really great to meet you all after hearing this one talk about you all nonstop.”

The group laughs.

“We are very much looking forward to getting to know you better, hopefully this will be the first of many visits.”

He smiles, “Definitely.”

—

At some point much later in the evening, I lose Daniel. He steps away to use the restroom and I get pulled into conversation with a family friend. I keep my eyes peeled for him but somehow I don’t seem to see him anywhere.

I’m standing by the bar waiting for a drink when I feel a pair of arms wrap around my waist.

“Hi, darling.”

My stomach flutters at the pet name.

“Oh hello, I was wondering where you ran off to.”

His arms tighten around my waist. “I was having a riveting conversation with one of your aunts, actually.”

I turn my head to look at him curiously. “Which one?”

“Aunt Judith,” he smirks, waving the bartender over to order a drink of his own.

“Oh boy,” I laugh. “What did you guys talk about?”

Once he places his order he leans down to whisper in my ear, “She wanted to know if we were using protection, and after that, we went over the unexpected costs of raising children.”

I turn around in his arms, horrified. “No! —She didn’t.”

“Oh yes,” he laughs, grinning. “She did.”

“What did you even say?”

He pretended to think. “I told her, diaper prices are definitely outrageous, and I agree, college costs are inflated beyond belief—” I glare at him. “Oh, and that it was very important to me that we practice safe sex, but, if anything ever did happen, I would be there for you every step of the way.”

“Oh God.” I bury my face into his chest, and he laughs, affectionately stroking my hair. “I’m so sorry, that’s mortifying….”

“I’ve been asked weirder things, just being an actor in LA.”

“Still.” I look up at him. “Your answer was very sweet, though.”

“Well, it’s the truth. I’ll always be there for you— fake pregnancies and all.”

We’re staring at each other now, his fingers still running through my hair, his other hand on my lower back. Time seems to slow down and my eyes flicker to his mouth, his words from earlier echoing in my head. It goes both ways. Before I can talk myself out of it, I reach up to kiss him, because it feels right.

“You’re the best fake boyfriend, you know that?” I murmur against his mouth.

He pulls me closer to him, brushing his nose against mine. “I might need another kiss to convince me.”

The bartender behind us clears his throat. “Excuse me, sir, ma’am? Your drinks?”

We break apart, and as our moment ends I try to quell the butterflies in my tummy.

Daniel smiles politely at the bartender, passing me my drink before taking his glass in one hand and my hand in the other.

We make our way back to our now vacant table. He lets go of my hand to pull his chair closer to mine as we sit down, draping his arm over the back of my chair. I lean into him as we sip our drinks, people-watching the other tables and the crowd on the dance floor. I feel his fingers start drawing shapes on my shoulder, causing me to look up at him.

“Are you having a good time?” he asks.

“I am, largely thanks to you. Are you having a good time?”

“I am; everyone has been really welcoming. It’s nice to meet the people you’ve told me about, and hear the stories everyone has to tell me about you. There have been some good ones, I have to say…”

I roll my eyes, smiling. “I’m sure.”

“The only way it could be better would be if they had baby pictures.”

“Listen, I’ll be the first to say I peaked in preschool. I was much cuter then, I peaked—” Daniel laughs. “I’ll get some and show you. You’ll be so disappointed this is how I’ve turned out.”

“No, I don’t think so. I mean I bet you were cute but, I couldn’t be disappointed.”

I shake my head, blushing. “Don’t be so sure— you haven’t seen them yet.”

“I am sure…. I’m looking at you right now.”

I start to smile despite myself. “Oooooh, that was smooth, Sharman.”

“No, no, no," he protests, smirking, "it’s easy when you tell the truth.”

“Have you always been this cheesy, or is this a boyfriend exclusive privilege I’ve unlocked?”

“You know—” He’s interrupted as the little girl from earlier runs up to us.

“Hi,” she says bashfully.

I smile, “Hi Marnie,”

She turns to Daniel and taps twice on his knee. “Can I sit?”

Daniel looks at me, and then around the room. Marnie’s parents are nowhere in sight.

“Sure, angel. Where are your mom and dad?”

She shrugs before he lifts her into his lap. The three of us smile at each other as Marnie gets shy. She leans up to whisper in Daniel’s ear, cupping both of her tiny hands around his ear. I can’t hear what she’s saying but I watch as Daniel’s eyes twinkle in amusement.

“Not yet,” he answers to whatever she asked, and she giggles before whispering again, and he laughs. “Mhm, I do.”

Marnie pulls back and looks at him with amazement, whispering even more excitedly. This time he pauses before smiling at me, before turning back to her.

“What do you think?” She looks at me quickly before back at him, nodding shyly. He nods along with her, before leaning in and whispering in her head with his hands cupped secretly like hers had been. Marnie is absolutely beaming now. It’s easy to see how smitten she is with him.

Curiosity gets the best of me. “Do I get to know a secret, too?” I ask, teasingly.

She looks unsure before Daniel swoops in playfully. “Nope, these secrets are for me and Marnie only.”

“Darn it.” I sigh dramatically.

The music changes to something Marnie clearly recognizes as her face lights up, as she tugs on Daniel’s sleeve. “Can we dance? Me and you?”

Daniel looks at me. “Will you be okay here?”

“Absolutely, I’ll be watching.”

He puts his drink on the table as I pick mine up to take a sip, watching as her tiny hand fits in his and she drags him out to dance. The two of them are so cute and my heart feels like it’s going to burst.

Ryan slides into Daniel’s seat a minute later.

“You know, if you and Daniel had a daughter, she’d probably look just like Marnie.”

I glance at him, realizing he’s right. Dark brown curls and bright blue eyes, with a toothy smile and a loud laugh.

“Don’t let my ovaries hear you. I’m not having any children until I have two rings on this finger,” I say, waggling my left hand at him.

Ryan laughs and we watch as Daniel is so good with Marnie, letting her swing his arms around and move them to the beat.

“I like him,” Ryan says definitively.

I look at him, surprised. “Wow, I mean I obviously like him too, I just thought you’d be more skeptical.”

“I did too until I saw you guys together. I just…” He looks emotional all of a sudden. “Shit.”

I laugh softly. “It’s okay, Ry, it’s an emotional day.” I rub his shoulder as he pinches his eyes.

I see Daniel glance over, concerned, but I give him a thumbs up. He nods and goes back to spinning Marnie around.

“I just...” I turn back to Ryan as he speaks, giving him my full attention. “I can see that he loves you— really loves you. It’s all I ever wanted for you.”

I feel my heart squish uncomfortably in my chest. I feel guilty that my cousin is so happy for me, so proud and vulnerable over a relationship that’s just for show. I swallow.

“Me too, I— thank you, Ryan. I love you, so much.”

The song changes again into something slow and I watch Marnie shriek, horrified, before running off into the crowd. Daniel looks after her, humored, before looking at me, gesturing with his head that I come join him. Ryan must see it too because he kisses my temple.

“I love you, too. Go get your man; I should find Katharine.”

Like I’m in a trance, I don’t take my eyes off Daniel as I approach. He smiles and reaches his hands out for me, lacing our fingers together.

“May I have this dance?”

“You may, I was getting a little jealous over there.”

He drops one of my hands to wrap it around my waist, and I bring mine around his neck as we begin to sway, staying close together.

He chuckles. “Well, don’t be, I think everyone here knows who I’m going home with.”

“Yeah, you’re stuck with me.”

He smiles softly but doesn’t answer. I feel my eyes flutter shut as he moves closer pressing his lips to mine gently, tenderly. I kiss him back and for a second I swear I feel it— that all-encompassing love Ryan says he sees between us. When we pull apart, he keeps his head dipped down, pressing his cheek to mine for the remainder of the song. I close my eyes and nuzzle into him, letting myself pretend this is real, just for another moment.

Eventually I break our silence.

“Hey, what did Marnie ask you?”

“Hmm?” He murmurs, the sound vibrating against my cheek.

“During your super secret whisper time.”

“Oh,” he laughs breathily. “She wanted to know if we were married.”

“Ahhh,” I chuckle. “I see. What else did she want to know?”

He pauses as the song starts to fade out and our swaying slows down. “I don’t know if I can tell you that. Some secrets need to stay secret, after all.”

While it was clearly meant to be a joke, he says it a bit too seriously, so I drop it and smile tightly as we pull apart.

“Okay.”

He tugs my hand playfully. “Nothing bad, I promise.”

I make a face at him. “Well, I guess I’ll never know.”

He laughs. “You’ll just have to take my word for it.”

—-

A little while later, we’re watching Rachel and Nick leave for their honeymoon as the wedding party begins to disperse.

“I suppose we should say our goodbyes,” I say, tearing my eyes away as their car drives off.

I hug my Auntie Kim goodbye and tell her I’ll see her at Christmas. She fawns over Daniel, telling him to watch over me, and how happy she is to have gotten to meet him. It makes me smile to see how well he gets on with her. It’s hardest to say goodbye to Ryan. I hug him fiercely, and he returns the hug just as vigorously.

“I wish I could take you back with me.”

“I know.”

“We need to FaceTime more.”

“We will.”

When I step back, Ryan and Daniel go to shake hands, and I see Aunt Judith sitting at the bar by herself. I excuse myself as they chat and take the seat next to her.

“Aunt Judith, I’m afraid I leave again tomorrow.”

She turns toward me, swirling the scotch in her glass. She disregards what I’ve said and instead looks past me into the crowd.

“Where’s that man of yours?”

“He’s saying goodbye to Ryan at the moment.”

She hums.

“What?” I ask.

“He’s a looker.”

I chuckle. “So I’ve been told.”

“I think he could be husband material though. Not as dense as men usually are.”

I suppress a smile. “Huh, I’ll keep that in mind. Thank you.” I give her a kiss on the cheek goodbye, walking over to rejoin Daniel who seems to be finishing a serious chat with Ryan as I approach. As I join his side, Ryan shakes his hand one last time before walking away. Daniel glances at me, placing a hand on my back, looking back towards Aunt Judith at the bar.

“Should I go say goodbye to her?”

“I think you’re alright.”

Aunt Judith waves at us, and Daniel waves back.

”Was everything okay with Ryan?”

“Oh, yeah, yeah; just talking.” He shifts, interlacing our hands. “Ready to go back to our room?”

I nod and we head towards the elevators, hands swinging between us. While we wait, I subconsciously start swaying to the soft music playing from the hallway speakers. Daniel glances at me smirking, and I look up at him giggling, “What?”

“Nothing. You want to spin, like Marnie?” He teases, lifting our joined hands. I spin twice before bumping into his chest, giggling more. “Ooops.”

He shakes his head at me as the elevator doors open. He wraps both his arms around me, walking me backward into the elevator and I laugh into his tie. I turn around so we’re both facing the doors as he reaches around me to press the button for our floor. The mirrored doors slide closed and I meet his eyes in the reflection. We’re both grinning.

“You’re absolutely ridiculous,” he taunts, and I stick my tongue out in the reflection. His arms tighten around me and I press backwards into his chest.

—-

Back at the room, we start to get ready for bed. We share the bathroom to brush our teeth and do our nighttime routines, playfully brushing and bumping into each other. I drag my feet, trying to make the evening last as long as possible, trying to stretch out this daydream I’m living in before we have to go home tomorrow.

I get into bed first, lying on my back and watching as Daniel pads across the room to his side of the bed. He shuts off the overhead light as he passes, leaving only the soft blue moonlight from the window covering us.

He climbs into bed next to me but stays propped up on his elbow. I look at him and he begins tracing my face with his other hand. I crinkle my nose at him, and laugh softly.

“What’re you doing?”

“Waiting.”

“For what?”

He gestures behind me to a decorative sign on the wall.

I turn my head to look at it. “I can’t read that without my contacts.”

His fingers trace over my lips, and I hold my breath at the intimate gesture.

His voice drops even softer. “It says always kiss me goodnight. So I’m waiting.”

I look back at him, expecting him to crack a joke, but he doesn’t; his eyes are sincere. I run the arm closest to him up behind his neck, catching my fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck. He takes the hint, letting my touch guide him as he leans down and kisses me.

The kiss is sleepy, soft, lips tenderly pressed together, moving slowly against each other. It ends with a few gentle kisses that drift from my mouth to my cheek, up to my forehead. His gaze is already fixed on me when my eyes flutter back open.

I start to think about how final that kiss felt, how this is the end of our weekend of pretend; how it doesn’t make any sense that we’re kissing when no one’s here to see us, but maybe we’re both lonely and already missing the comfort, the closeness of this façade. I run my hand up from the nape of his neck to scratch gently at his scalp and his eyes flutter shut, finally breaking our eye contact.

“That feels nice,” he whispers. Wordlessly, we shift so his head is on my chest, his arm around my waist, my nails still soothingly sifting through his hair, quietly lulling him to sleep.

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dutchdread · 4 years ago

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"The promised land, I think I can meet her there".

This article argues that it's unreasonable to see the line as a romantic gesture from Cloud, and that an alternative interpretation of the line as a comment concerning the impending doom is more likely. __________________________________________________

People try to use this to prove that Cloud wants Aerith ever since 1997. Now lets be clear here, this interpretation is patently absurd as soon as you think about it for more than 2 seconds. Do you really think for a second that Square would end the game with Cloud randomly telling Tifa as they're about to die, "you know what I want to tell you before we die? I don't love you and I'm glad I'm dying so I can be with another woman in the afterlife"? They wouldn't, this is the most unreasonable story interpretation I've ever heard, whatever that line is meant to mean, it wouldn't be that. Let's be clear here, the only people who think that this line is a genuine argument in favor of Clerith, are people who are already Cleriths. They see the line, and find it to be in line with their beliefs, and it is. The problem is that that's not how science is done. The question isn't whether or not a piece of evidence is in line with your point of view, it's whether it disproves the opposite point of view, which in this case it doesn't. (Also see: "The Wittgenstein test") It should be noted that arguments like these do not do Cleriths any favors, because in addition to proving nothing, they show something fundamentally problematic about the Clerith view of the story. In order to believe that this line in incompatible with a Cloti interpretation of the story, there are a number of tangentially related positions that you'd have to defend. 1: It's impossible to want to be reunited with anyone except if you love them romantically. 2: Cloud is an absolute asshole who would dump a woman he just had sex with, just as they're about to die. 3: Tifa is the worlds biggest simp. 4: This is how SE wants you to see their characters. In one fell swoop of a bad story interpretation you've undermined the importance of all other forms of love, you've undermined the importance of Clouds character arc concerning guilt. You've basically trampled on those who suffer from mental health issues by simplifying their issues into love cliches, you've made a villain of Clouds character, made a mockery of Tifas character, and revealed that you don't understand basic storytelling.

This is the fundamental problem with these arguments that cause many of us to develop a distinct distaste for Clerith as a ship, because when Cleriths attempt to argue in favor of it, it often comes in the form insults towards all characters and stories involved. You could have a story about Cloud loving Aerith, but if defending said story requires you to argue that Cloud would leave a girl with two children, one of which is dying, for no other reason besides being lovesick, then that does a disservice to the characters, the story, and the franchise in general. In a sense, by trying to defend Clerith like this you're insulting the entirety of Final Fantasy. Are there people who are assholes? Yes, are there people who get straight up "pumped and dumped"? Yes. Is that the sort of hero that SE is trying to show us? Obviously not. (for more information regarding this I advise you read: Insane hobbits article where he touches on the differences between clean and messy narratives) If SE wanted to end the game with Cloud proclaiming his love to Aerith in some way, they wouldn't have Tifa hanging on his side while he's doing it, and she wouldn't respond with "yeah, lets go meet her" like the universe biggest simp. So what is actually said? Well, I am not a translator, but as far as I can tell Japanese doesn't have pronouns and the line generally refers to meeting people in the promised land, which includes Tifa in the people going, and it's not specifically about Aerith. Is Aerith included? Of course, she's probably even the main person to meet there, she's certainly singled out as the person talked about by certain supplementary materials, but it's not a romantic sentiment, it's a tragic "we're about to die" sentiment, meant to convey a more generally positive message about being "reunited" with those who have died. The more likely paraphrasing for this scene is: "Cloud asks for an answer from the planet, the planet reveals the lifestream, Cloud and Tifa realize they're about to die. Cloud muses that he thinks he gets it now, they're all going to die and be reunited in the lifestream, both with each other, as well as those who have died, with Aerith being the most obvious and recent example." So is there any evidence for this? Well, for one there is the storyboard for the scene:

c「帰るぞティファ」 t「え？」 c「俺達も帰ってからやることがあった。まだ…あの山の向こうを見てない」 t「うん…帰ろう」

Cloud: "I'm going home Tifa" Tifa: "What?" Cloud "We had something to do after we got home. We haven't seen the other side of the mountain yet ..." Tifa: "Yeah ... let's go home"

"the other side of the mountain" is a reference to the mountains of Nibleheim, where Tifa believed the dead went. In other words, this is either a reference to them going home because they have stuff to do, which ties into the general idea that Cloud and Co had to live in order for their sins to be forgiven, as is evidenced by:

“I’m going to live. I think that’s the only way I can be forgiven. All sorts of things… happened.” ~Cloud in case of Tifa.

Or more likely it's be a reference to how they're about to die. Neither interpretation says anything about this scene being intended to be a romantic sign towards Aerith. Now, of course, the line was changed, and intentions can change during development. But if we're unsure on what the meaning of a line is, then going back to the storyboard is a pretty good way to get context.

Page 27 of the FFVII Ultimania omega:

"They're talking about", confirming that this is a mutual discussion, and not Cloud in isolation.

Page 203 of the FFVII Ultimania omega:

Provides context for the intended ideas the line is meant to convey. It calls back to earlier concepts concerning death not being the end, and is something Cloud and Tifa talk about together.

From: Final Fantasy Art Museum movie card ( https://twitter.com/dorobbongie )

These are not prescriptive canon, but descriptively they can give us some indication of how we're supposed to interpret the line.

Also reinforces the idea that the final line is meant as a more inclusive statement concerning reunions after death. Taking these points into consideration it becomes unreasonable to take the "I think I can meet her there" as a shipping line between Cloud and Aerith. If it were:

SE wouldn't have hung Tifa from Clouds hips.

Wouldn't have had Tifa agree with the idea.

Wouldn't have done it as the two were about to die.

Wouldn't have the storyboard refer to a shared journey beyond the mountains.

And most importantly, SE wouldn't have followed it up with Cloud commenting moments later that he's going to live in order to atone for his sins, and that things would be different now that he has Tifa. Clearly meeting again in the afterlife was more of an immediate danger rather than an immediate goal:

As Tifa looked away from the sky towards the ground, she was fearful of the future. However, Cloud beside her chose to smile gently. It was a smile that she hadn’t seen before during their journey. Cloud noticed her gaze and asked, “What’s wrong?” “Cloud, you’re smiling.” “I am?” “Yeah.” “It all starts now. A new…” Cloud looked for the right words. “A new life.” “I’m going to live. I think that’s the only way I can be forgiven. All sorts of things… happened.” “That’s right…” “But when I think about how many times I’ve thought about how I was going to start a new life, it’s funny.” “Why?” “Because I’ve always failed everything.” “That’s not funny.” “After this … I think I’ll be okay.” Cloud was silent for a long time before he spoke again. “Because I have you this time.” “You’ve always had me.” “What I mean is kind of different,” Cloud answered with another smile. -Case of Tifa; revised; released with ACC.

__________________________________________ thank you "thelifestream.net" for some of this information, as well as Kagesakura (https://otp-oasis-heavenxearth.tumblr.com).

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pit-and-the-pen · 4 years ago

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25 and 54 from the prompt list you posted with Neville Longbottom please? If you don't write for Neville, could I get Ron maybe? Thankyou!!

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “I don’t trust myself around you”

“I’m sorry but it’s very hard to focus when you’re dressed like this

A/n I tried to make this longer as a sorry of this taking so long to get out. Hope you like it, lovely!

Also, I know I write the whole “I don’t think I’m enough” troupe with Slytherin! Readers. It’s mostly because I want to remind yall that no matter what people think you are all wonderful people and I’m sorry if it doesn’t come off like that. But that’s what I was trying to do. I promise

-Queen of taking should be suggestive lines and making them anything but.

Taglist:@thoseofgreatambition @ickle-ronniekins @summer-writes @obsessedwithrandomthings @harrysweasleys

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You’re Too Sweet- Neville x Reader

To say this year sucked would be the biggest understatement in all of history. Hogwarts resembled a prison more than a school and every time you walked under the “educational decrees”, you felt yourself wanting to scream.

The one highlight was that Harry had started to teach some people and you were actually learning a lot from him. Plus you got to see your friends without that miserable toad looming over you. Speaking of which, you definitely had some homework you needed to do for defense.

Packing up your bag, you decided to head over to the library. Hoping that will give you any motivation to do your work.

Walking in, it seems like every single other student had the same idea as you. All the tables are filled. You groan and start scanning the room, looking for anyone you knew and could sit with.

That's when your eyes spot Neville sitting all by himself. The two of you had started hanging out at DA meetings and he was really sweet, and when he wasn’t stumbling over his words, as adorable as that was on its own, he was really funny. Turns out the two of you both really like herbology and find that a common topic to always talk about. He seemed to have every book on plants memorized and it was always really interesting to hear what he has to say.

“Hey. Care if I join you.” You whisper and he jumps before looking up. “Sorry” You say trying to hold back laughter.

“Uh. Hi y/n..Ye..Yeah. Of course.” He stammers and closes a couple books to make room for you. You smile at him as a silent thank you and set all of your stuff down.

The two of you sit in silence, the only sound is papers shuffling and quills scratching on parchment. Finally, you finish the essay you’ve been working on and you deflate in your chair. Neville looks up at you, raises an eyebrow before he looks back down at whatever he’s working on with a slight smile. You give his foot a gentle little tap underneath the table and he looks up at you again.

“It’s getting late. Maybe it’s time we called it a night?” You say noticing how it’s just the two of you in the library. “At the very least, I’m going to leave.”

“Wow. Didn’t realize I’ve been in here for that long.” His eyes are a little hazy and you reach over and close the book he was reading. The front has a picture of a very intricately carved tree. It’s not one you’ve seen before.

“Yeah. It’s definitely time to wrap up.” You say with a laugh at his dazed expression. The two of you pack up as quickly as possible, both not wanting to get caught around this late at night.

“Do you want me to walk you back to..?” He asks trailing off at the end. Every now and then he seems to remember that you’re a Slytherin and trips over himself when he does remember.

“That's sweet, but I think I’ll be good. Have a good night Neville.” You say softly. He just smiles and waves as you walk away. It might be the long night but you swear you hear him mumble “I guess there are good ones after all.”

You decide to brush it off and try to keep the tiny out the tiny skip those words threaten to add to your step.

You knew you were in deep trouble. The smile that you couldn’t wipe off your face evident of that. But was it really that bad if you were falling for Neville?

Tension just seemed to keep rising throughout the castle as Umbridge kept cracking down and O.W.Ls fastly approaching. The only thing that made it any bit bearable was DA. It’s not because you get to see Neville

You kept trying to say to yourself.

A few of your friends started to notice you two sitting in the library all the time now and how you were always waving at him, blushing like crazy when he looked away.

“Of all the people. Really?” One of them commented which you just responded with “piss off”. You knew it was probably useless anyways. The odds of him, basically the poster boy for a perfect Gryffindor would never see you that way. That feeling would always hang around in your gut but you tried so hard to ignore it.

You finally reached your breaking point one day, in DA you all were practicing simple disarming spells. After Neville finally seemed to be getting the hang of it, Harry decided to pair you two up to work on it a little more.

“Expelliarmus” He tried again, voice shaky. Nothing happened. You tried not to focus on how his voice sounded. You were used to nervous Neville, but he sounded

That probably hurt more than anything he could ever do with a wand. You fire the spell back at him and his wand goes soaring backwards.

“Maybe I just need a new partner?” Neville says to Harry as he comes up to see what the issue is.

That was it. You’ve had it.

“Damnnit, Neville. Why won't you duel with me?” You all but scream. “If this is because I’m a sl..”

“I don’t trust myself around you” Neville shouts over you, effectively stopping whatever you were going to say. The whole room goes silent. Neville never raised his voice, they all seemed just as shocked as you were. He obviously meant it in the most innocent way possible but your cheeks still redden. “I’m miserable at all of this and I don’t want to hurt you if I do it wrong.” He continues.

Your eyes flicker over to Harry and he tries to redirect the group's attention as you walk over to Neville.

“You’re not miserable. You just don’t trust yourself. Plus, if something happens, I heal.” You say, trying to hide the fact that you’re just happy it’s not because he thinks you're going to hurt him. In fact it’s the exact opposite.

“You’re actually doing really well. Up until you got paired with me, you were nailing it every time.” You say grabbing his arm lightly. “Just pretend I’m like everyone else.” Winking as you say this, you catch a glimpse of his ears getting pink.

“I really don’t think I can do that.” There's no way he just said that. Your whole face heats up and you're thinking of something witty to respond with when Harry dismisses everyone.

“That’s all for today. Good work today.” He says and starts to walk over to where the two of you are both still frozen.

“Everything okay?” He says, looking to Neville. When neither of you respond, he looks at you and all you can do is nod. Sensing there’s something going on, Harry crosses his arms.

“Neville?” He says, a little more serious. You look at him and he just has this mortified look on his face and something in you breaks a little. Snapping you out of whatever fantasy you thought you were living in.

“Yeah. Harry, everything is fine.” Even you can hear the iciness of your voice. “Don’t worry. I know you didn’t mean it like that.” The tears are burning in your eyes and you have to get out of there before you start crying.

“y/n!” Neville calls out as you grab your bag to get the hell out of that room. You pick up your speed as you feel the first tear drip down your face.

“Y/n! Please!” He calls one more time. You freeze and turn around to see him running after you.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you upset.” He says, panting as he catches up with you. That makes you let out a mix between a sob and a laugh.

“You didn’t make me upset. No. I did. For thinking this could be a thing.” The tears were falling faster than you could wipe them away.

“What do you mean?” His voice is small, smaller than you’ve heard before.

“I don’t know. I just got my hopes up for a second that maybe you felt the same way about me.”

“Yo...You. Like. Me?” Every word punctuated.

“Would I be sitting here crying like this if I didn’t.” You take a deep breath and try to calm yourself down. “Don’t worry about it. It’s not your fault. You were just being kind like you always are.” A laugh slips out and it’s a genuine one. Realizing just how crazy it had been to think something would come of this.

You turn to walk away when you feel him grab your hand.

“Please tell me you're serious. Like you’re not just messing with me?” His voice is shaky, like earlier. You only shake your head to let him know you were, in fact, far from messing with him.

He lets out a deep breath and you see him visibly relax, he lets go of your arm.

“When I let that slip out earlier, you just froze. I thought I had read the whole situation so wrong and felt awful. Then you snapped at Harry and I just didn’t know what to think.” He starts to ramble.

“OKay now you have to be messing with me.” You interrupt him.

“Y/n/ I’ve liked you since I first saw you. I just never thought you would notice me.” You can tell he’s serious. “You started talking to me in club and I knew it was only a matter of time until you saw how utterly pathetic I was.” You decide to just go for and leave a soft kiss on his lips to stop that sentence. It was short and sweet but it made you both smile.

“Let me take you to hogsmeade this weekend to make up for all of this. For making you cry.” He says after a few seconds of you two just staring at each other. The only thing you trust yourself to do is nod and the smile you get in return could knock you off of your feet.

You feel so stupid. Somehow your friends were actually really excited for you and spent most of the day playing dress up with you. Settling on a too-low-cut for your liking sweater dress with some tights underneath. It was winter afterall. Your friends refuse to let you walk by yourself and the whole time you just feel the nervous butterflies in your stomach and you are starting to regret the whole thing. You’re just waiting for the moment when you wake up and realize this whole thing was going to be a cruel dream.

When you get to the door of the three broomsticks, you freeze. Your friend shooting you a concerned look.

“You can always turn back around.” Your best friend chimes.

“No. No. I want to, just..Do I look okay?” You can't keep the nervousness out of your voice.

They all just laugh and open the door as you walk into the warm crowded bar.

Neville is sitting with someone, talking. You catch his eyes and you see him freeze.

You shoot him a smile and the guy he was sitting with, who you vaguely think is Dean Thomas, nudges him on the shoulder before getting up to go sit with whoever he came with.

Your friends giggle behind you and go grab a table somewhere else.

“Hi.” You giggle at his still shocked expression.

“Hi.” He says back, standing up. You unbutton your coat and he asks you what you want to drink. Responding back with butterbeer, he smiles and you sit down. Looking for your friends, they all shoot you a double thumbs up and you laugh again.

He comes back with two tankards of butterbeer. He looks up at you and suddenly seems to trip over nothing. Spilling both of them onto the floor. You laugh before going over to him and offering a hand to help him up.

“I’m sorry but it’s very hard to focus when you’re dressed like that.” He exclaims and you blush. As he stands up, you give him a quick peck on the cheek.

“You’re two sweet.” He gives you a big dopey smile and you laugh, nudging him with your shoulder.

“I’ll grab the butterbeers this time.” He laughs and you go up to grab a replacement for the two glasses. When you look back at him, you notice him watching you.

You could definitely get used to this.

#neville longbottom #neville #syltherin reader #dialogue prompt #request #neville requested

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d-c-it · 5 years ago

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Meet me in the middle.

Summary: The borderline, is a thin, multicolored forcefield like wall that divides the imagination.

The dark and light sides don't know each other. Neither can they cross the borderline.

Patton gets a new friend, soon he turns into his crush. Too bad they can't even touch, as they live in opposite sides of the borderline.

Chapters: 1 of 2

W/C: 1,529

Ships: romantic moceit.

A/N: In the imagination, the sides don't look like Thomas, they can look like they want but the shape they initially take is their *true* form.

The other sides are mentioned but they're never really there. Angst with Happy Ending.

The borderline between Roman and Remus' kingdoms was usually invisible to the eye. However, when you got too close it seemed to shine with a multicolored halo.

It caught Patton's attention several times, and due to his curious nature, he always got closer than he should. He never went so far as to touch it. He would just stop a few meters from it. As he got braver and a little bolder, he got closer and closer.

Later, Patton would realize, that the rainbowish colors were a warning. Like those things in some animals Logan told him about. The more colorful and flamboyant, the more dangerous and deadly they would be.

Patton knew it, but it always felt like the colors were calling him. He could never really find the words to explain the feeling. Like a siren's song, Roman would say. Since he had never heard a siren sing, Patton would have to take the prince's word for it.

Roman never told him what would happen if he touched it, or crossed it, or even if he could, really. Patton wasn't sure he knew.

One day, as he got closer to a lake that started right at the borderline,probably thinking of sirens (were there sirens on lakes?) the sight of someone took him by surprise.

They were sitting at the dock. Right at the end of it. As he got closer, Patton realized the borderline wouldn't let him reach the person.

"Hello?" he said, a few steps away. From what he could see, the person was looking into the lake with suspicion. "uh... He-"

"Do you think I can put my feet in the water?" Patton jumped at the sudden question.

"I don't see why not?" he answered, he'd done it plenty of times, not in this particular lake though...

"I don't know, something might bite my feet of, knowing Creativity."

"Roman would never do such thing!" Patton was quick to defend, crossing his arms and stomping his foot on the wooden dock.

The stranger finally turned, Patton drew a breath in. His hair was pitch black, and his skin sickly pale. What called most of Patton's attention was that half of his face was covered in scales. The stranger stood up and got closer to Patton, he stopped, right before the border.

"I don't think we're talking about the same creativity."

His scales gleamed, with the lights the wall emanated. It made it seem like they were also multicolored.

Patton had never seen someone so beautiful.

To Patton's disappointment, the stranger refused to tell him his name.

"On this side, names have power." he had said.

He told him other things. He was a side too, like Patton. There were others. He was self preservation, but Patton could call him Dee.

"Dee?"

"Yes."

It was an unspoken agreement, they would meet in this same dock every three days. They would sit for hours. More often than not Patton would tell Dee a funny story or something that had happened that day. Dee, however, would not share his own stories. He would just comment or make a joke. Patton was sure he was hiding something, but as much as he wanted to know, he was sure that pressing Dee to tell him would only drive him away.

Some days they would just sit quietly. Dee would still look at the lake suspiciously, still not deciding to put his feet there. Patton sometimes would make fun of him, in a joking manner. Dee would laugh and tell him that if he knew his creativity, he wouldn't be saying that.

One day, Patton took some cookies to the dock. Not knowing if he could even eat them.

The discovery that they could touch the wall had been unintentional. Patton had been curious about Dee's hat and tried to grab it. It was like punching a wall.

Before that, the wall had been a subject they avoided. But that day they agreed to make "experiments", Logan would be proud of them.

Neither of them had been able to cross the wall, or do so much as touched it.

"I brought cookies" Patton said, sitting on the dock.

"Oh?" Dee left this routine inspection of the lake to take a look at the cookies. "Did creativity make them appear for you?" he asked, two gloved hands on the wall, looking at Patton's basket.

"Oh! No, I made them."

"You can appear things too?"

"No, I mean, I baked them. On our kitchen. Roman is kind enough to provide the ingredients. Your creativity doesn't?"

"Heh, I'm sure he would if I asked, I'm just not sure if they would be edible."

It sounded like a joke, but it left Patton feeling worried. That day they realized they could pass things through the wall, as long as any part of them tried to sneak through. Patton felt giddy as Dee made sounds of surprise and enjoyment. Congratulating his baking abilities.

The next time they saw each other Patton gave him a few ingredients for different meals, and a book full of recipes. Dee looked at him funny but took them. Patton wasn't sure, it might have been the lights of the wall, but he swore he was blushing.

"Thanks."

Patton blushed even harder when the next time they saw each other, Dee gave him some cupcakes with badly drawn glasses on them.

"What's that?" asked Patton, on a mostly quiet day.

"What's what?" answered Dee, laying down on the dock. Apparently giving up for the day on his lake investigation.

"On your hair?"

Dee reached for the left side of his head. With his hat off, his hair was exposed. Allowing Patton to notice the single stripe of white in the others hair.

"You look like Rogue, from X-men!" exclaimed Patton excitedly.

"Huh, I guess. It just appeared there a couple of days ago."

"Oh, You didn't do it on purpose?"

"Nope"

"I think it looks neat." Patton reassured, in case Dee felt self-conscious about it.

It was the right thing to say, because Dee gave him a small smile.

"I think yours is really pretty, it looks soft." Patton looked down, feeling giddy and blushing hard. Unconsciously he put a hair behind his ear.

When he looked up Dee had an ungloved hand in the wall. Patton put his own on the same spot, hoping to feel the heat of Dee's hand though the wall. The only thing he felt was the cold sensation of the borderline. He saw Dee looking at their hands with a sad face.

Suddenly he wasn't feeling so giddy.

"Hey." Patton greeted. But Dee didn't turn around. "Dee?" he said, alarmed by the hectic breaths the other was letting out.

Dee was crying. Dee was crying and Patton couldn't comfort him because he couldn't cross the wall. He was starting to tear up himself but he shook his head. It wasn't the time to cry. He started to talk.

After what seemed ages, Patton's words seemed to reach Dee. He got as close to Patton as he could, and Patton tried too, but there was no comfort from the cold wall.

"What's wrong, sweetie?" he asked. His hand petting the wall where Dee's hair touched it.

"I'm so tired." answered Dee, having calmed down somehow.

Weirdly enough, Patton knew what he meant. With Thomas in high school, things had been more than a little harder on everyone.

He saw Dee take one of his gloves off, he had started to do that recently, everytime he spoke to Patton.

"I told you… I told you I was self preservation." Patton nodded. "But that's… not all I am…"

Patton had figured as much.

"It's ok, Dee…"

"It's not that I don't… Like what I represent, but there's a reason I'm on this side, and you're there, Morality." Patton drew a breath in, Dee had never called him Morality, actually… He had never called him anything, not even by his name. "I'm just scared you won't like me once I tell you who I am… but with everything that's going on… I can't, alone."

"It's ok…"

"I… You know how Thomas keeps worrying about that right?"

Did Patton know.

"Everyone has so many different opinions on the matter" he sniffed, and Patton felt guilty. He had been having lots of trouble accepting Thomas' sexuality. Mostly because of the catholic nurture Thomas was given. Was that hurting Dee, somehow? Was he hurting Dee? "I know how you feel about it." De said.

"Oh."

"I also know that our creativities agree there's nothing wrong with it, mine is even, sort of delighted." that made Patton smile. "I know Logic doesn't really care. But over here there's also… several opinions."

"How do you feel about it?" Patton asked.

"It doesn't really matter how I feel." the moral side was going to protest when the other continued. "I have to decide what to do, based on how you all feel, what you decide. So far none of you had agreed on anything."

"I'm sorry…"

"It's ok. It's just, tiring to keep it hidden from him." Patton frowned.

"Hidden?" Dee sighed.

"Patton… I'm...I'm Deceit."

#sanders sides #patton sanders #deceit sanders #moceit #sanders sides fic #deceit sanders fic #future name reveal #it gets worse before it gets better #my writting #this chapter is settled before MTI #angst with happy ending #the others will only be mentioned #ts patton #ts deceit

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incorrect-pokespe-quotes · 7 years ago

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Pokespe Fanfic AU Contest, Modern AU

December 24th, sixteen years old.

The winter invaded Pallet Town, nonetheless in those times of the year, certain redhead always wished for a snowfall in his birthday.

“Silver, we’re only sixteen, we still have plenty birthdays to wait for snow…” he whispered for himself with a neutral manner. Then he directed his gaze to the two girls

“Y’know, Yellow” the brunette said calmly, not like her cold queen voice but with a caring warm tone that could only be compared to the orange rays that crowned the sunset in that bridge.

“What is it, Blue? Why you told Silver to leave us alone” the minor said glazing with the corner of her eyes the youth waiting for the two girls.

“I love you, like I love Silver, you are the little sister I always wanted in my life…” she said while playing with her hair. “That’s why I’m breaking up with Red next week, after New Year…” the one with sky like eyes only put her hair in the back of her ear and tienes toda see the smaller while the blond one just stared at her showing a mix of emotions in her face.

“I… why? But…” Yellow tried to say but she was defeated by her own feelings while being betrayed by her chords.

“You… you like him, right?” this time there were no movements for Blue’s part, only a question in the air. “Red?”

The thunder orbs were startled for a second, but then she realized the person she was talking, beautiful and graceful as a doll in the outside but an analytical cold minded computer in the inside, a woman only warm around those she loved.

“Yes.” she said with no hesitation, knowing that her secret was none to the major. “Red and I are…” she couldn’t finish before the taller one interrupted her.

“So… I just hope you don't…” Blue’s gaze fly away from Yellow to saw how Silver was patiently waiting for them. “Just don’t hurt… him, please. I could not bear watching the treasure I’ve been protecting all my life being hurt by you, Yellow.” with a loving smile she just fell her hand in the blond shoulder. “We shouldn’t keep the birthday boy, now we? Let us proceed.” always calm, always graceful but in her mind she could only pray for Silver’s happiness.

December 16th, nine years old.

The park wasn’t the man’s favorite place to spend time in his day off, but his son begged him to go to the park nearby. He sighed while taking out a cigarette but he stopped himself noticing the judging glances of the other parents, he thought how those people haven’t drove themselves into madness in a place filled with screaming children.

“Blue, Silver, don’t go too far, stay in the playground where I can see you!” yelled a man in trench coat to the two kids playing.

The two didn’t mind the adult and keep playing with Blue’s action figures.

“When I grow up, I want to be a white gloved thief, like one of those that Uncle Giovanni has in his books.” said happily the girl pretending that her doll was said criminal. “And my name will be… Jiggly!”

“I just want to be like Father…” the minor said shyly not really thinking about his answer, after all, he was watching a boy with a big hat in the swings.

The refreshing and almost cold breeze of the winter contrasted with the almost sunny day, but Silver hasn’t been paying attention to that details beside that boy who stood out in that setting. He was alone, he didn’t seem very happy, but Silver really was amazed how pretty the boy was and he remained curious about the big hat with the two feathers.

“Hey, pay attention to me, Silv.” the brunette girl said with an angry tone.

It felt funny, thought Silver, that boy was alone while playing sadly in the swings, he actually felt a little weird seeing that boy with a hat.

“What are you watching, Silv?” The girl said while looking at the swings. “The boy with the hat? That’s what you are seeing?” Blue questioned the smaller one. Silver only nodded. The girl took the boy’s hand and dragged him where to the swings, his metallic orbs were left with an startled look while following Blue understanding that he was weaker than the girl but when he realized where they were going he blushed fiercely.

“Hey, the one with the hat!” Blue said with her practiced joyful girl tone. That really startled Silver, the bravery of his friend to do anything with anyone always amaze him.

The boy saw them, he gave them a look Made by a mix of shock and curiosity,like being scared of something cute.

“My name is Blue!”a big bright smile and lending a hand in gesture of greeting, all of them planned just seconds ago in the girl’s mind.

The boy froze trying to think what to do, he was obviously nervous and the aggressive way of approach was quite intimidating for him.

“And I am…” the redhead tried to introduce himself, but he still felt the embarrassment trapped him like a blanket that suffocated all of his being. The one in the swings only stared shyly which only made the situation worse. The one of metalic eyes took a deep breath trying to calm himself. “I a-am… Silver… a pleasure to meet you.” he said fast and almost inaudible, but the boy with the hat was given a bit of courage thanks to the awkward ways of Silver.

“I’m Yellow, nice to meet you.” he said taking Blue’s hand.

March 3rd, seventeen years old.

“Birthdays are worse as time goes on.” He said sitting that dock at the river where his companion loved to fish.

“Why do you think that? I’m happy with you right now, Silver…” the words felt like a whisper for anyone, but for the boy, they felt like everything and that made him feel guilty.

“Gold and Crystal are having some relationship time, Sapphire is in Ruby’s fashion contest and Blue, Green and…” he hesitated “Red are in college.” he thought how the two men seek veterinary and how his best friend biology.

The silence reign for a while between the youths, just watching the stream of the water.

“But they are happy… and I’m happy thanks to that…” the blonde got up as she ended her sentence. She started walking out of the dock.

“Lies…” the redhead whispered copying Yellow. “You are not happy.” he grabbed her by her sleeve, he didn’t want to face her so Silver stayed watching the river while Yellow still faced the exit of the dock. They were facing opposite sides only being connected to that hand.

November 21th, twelve years old.

Quite strange, thought Silver, Blue’s room was always organized, it was almost shocking but this time it was a mess of clothes and accessories.

“So, what do you think?” said the brunette teen only wearing a bra in the top. “This one?” said putting in front of her a white blouse. “Or maybe this one?” now putting a black dress.

“The blouse.” answered Silver without hesitation just imagining the looks on his friend with that dress. “Why are you so worried about your looks, in any case?” the boy asked knowing how beautiful his companion was.

“Tomorrow is Green’s birthday party, one of my classmates, and he invited that guy I’ve talking about, Red.” the teen said happily.

“Red…” the red haired repeated almost hating the guy before knowing him, but he was just being protective.

June 1st, twenty years old.

“Are you ready?!” the crowd exploded as the singer shouted.

People jumping and trying to dance at the spinning multicolor strobe lights, Silver didn’t like that, but he was there for Blue.

“Yeah!” the brunette shouted while sitting the shoulders of the one with red eyes. “Come on, Red, higher!

“Blue you are hea…” the black haired youth tried to say, but was stopped by a kiss provided by the other brunette.

“Blue, you are tiring my boyfriend.” Green said but almost shouted by the screams of the people.

“It was my boyfriend first, I have right of seniority!” shouts mixed with laughs, as the whole concert was reflected in Blue, radiant and noisy. Red only blushed by the comments of the two.

Then, that song started.

A melancholic tone sounded, a reminiscence of a love that never happened, a voice that was quite but still full of emotion, slow instruments but still harsh, Yellow’s favorite song.

He couldn’t blame Blue or himself, he thought about the memories that triggered that band. After all, that band was Yellow’s favorite thanks to Blue.

Then, Silver smiled, look up and just let it all go in a sigh.

January 27th, thirteen years old.

“Hey, Silver…” the blonde teen asked to her companion.

“Yeah, Yellow.” he didn’t even bothered opening his eyes, he was comfortable just being recumbent like that in the roof of the house of his friend.

“You aren’t scared about… y'know, being alone?” Silver opened his eyes just at the hint of Yellow being troubled by something like that, she was far stronger than him, he thought.

“Not really.” he answered fast and simple. “The thought of being alone doesn’t really bothers me, but, it isn’t a big deal, after all I got you.” he added. He was already remembering his crush in Yellow when they were kids, he thought that the one with thunder in her eyes was pretty even when he was in the mistake that Yellow was a guy, he blushed just thinking about that.

Yellow looked at him with a dazzling smile that was decorated by the orange rays of the twilight.

“You’re right.” the youth laid down next to the youth of metallic eyes. “Maybe we don’t have the answers, but that’s okay…

August 28th, fifteen years old.

“Blue is late, again…” Silver said while changing Ferraligatr for Weavile seeing how Yellow choose Pikachu.

“She is with Red, isn’t it?” the teen said with a trembling noise in her voice.

She left the console and laid down in Silver’s bed, much to Silver’s disgust but he was losing, after all.

“Silver, what am I for you?” Yellow asked while the youth sit right next to her.

The thought mix his head, but the, the started thinking about the question.

She wasn’t asking him why he liked her or why did he harbor a crush for her. But Silver couldn’t really answer that, she was his friend, obviously, but there was something more he thought. Of course she was his first love, even when he thought she was a boy.

For Blue she was the little sister she always wanted.

For Red she was that strange friend who acted weird but always caring.

For Green she was some kind of apprentice.

But what was Yellow for him? Not only some love interest, a friend was rejected thanks to his feelings, he haven’t really expected a wonderful future with her, he really liked her, she was smart, caring, strong, beautiful, nice but at the end those words were not more than adjectives and he was digressing.

Yellow wasn’t a sibling like figure for Silver, nonetheless an apprentice, if she had a liking for him as she has for Red he knew, he knows her.

Still, just words, none of them could really wrap around what was that person, a dazzling smile and laughter but still delicate, a caring but strong willed gale which razed in him, but and most of all, she made him feel like he was everything and the thought of her liking Red made him feel like nothing.

“You are ev…” then he laid down keeping almost a perfect parallel, after all he wasn’t much taller than Yellow, he damned waiting for a growth spurt. He putted his arms in the pillow above him. Yellow mimicked the gesture letting her arm rest atop Silver’s connecting them by the wrists.

“You are my really dumb friend.” everything for me, he wanted to say.

Then she laughed.

March 3rd, seventeen years old.

“Silver, let me go.” a harsh tone, void of emotion.

“No.” an icy response, like he was convinced of what he was saying. “I want to be egoist.”

“Then be egoist with someone else…” she was done, Yellow knew that she made mistakes but she hoped that at least Silver let her he wrong.

“You confessed to Red, and nothing happened. Are you going to cling to that?” even more attacks, he didn’t want to do that, he didn’t want to be egoist but he was frustrated.

“What do you know about clinging into someone?!” she smacked his arm with her free hand and looked straight to her friend.

“More than you, that’s for sure…” he said while touching the sleeve of that red and black jacket Yellow gifted him.

“Yeah, because seeing your best friend being the girlfriend of the guy you like is compared to anything you could have, Silver!” those eyes, electric and menacing, almost threatening.

“Blue broke up with Red for you, and you know it, Yellow!” he yelled, the monotone voice broke, he broke. “And he ended being Green’s boyfriend!” silence.

They crossed looks, no one knew that, only he and Blue. They decided to not tell Yellow.

Then, the blonde ran away.

December 24th, fourteen years old.

Alone, he thought. Changing channels mindlessly of the television wasn’t helping, just the blank noise of the device didn’t help the loneliness accented by the monochromatic living room.

Blue was in Sevii Islands traveling with her parents and his father was busy with his work.

Silver was quite comfortable being alone, at least most of the time, but in holidays and in his birthday was another case, back alone like when he was just a child and Giovanni worked all day and haven’t met Blue.

The door knocked and snapped out him from his thoughts.

He ran toward the door to find Yellow behind it.

21th May, seventeen years old.

“Silv…” the brunette said quietly.

“I know, Blue…” he said in a false monotone voice. While making him comfortable in his bed.

“You know Yellow’s leaving today, still you choose to stay here!” the young adult snapped at seeing her friend not doing anything.

“It’s not a big big deal…”

“Your friend is leaving without you saying goodbye!” now she was screaming.

“We fought, she doesn’t want to see me…”

“That’s it?”

December 24th, fourteen years old.

“Hey, I brought you some food!” the teen claimed happily while entering the house. “Uncle Wilton let me spend the night with you, since I told him that you were alone” she explained while showing a bag full of tupperwares with food while managing to something with her free hand.

“Oh, that’s very thoughtful, thanks.” he answered quietly while taking the bag and closing the door.

“So, what’s better than seeing trash movies alone, in the dark, in your scary house?” the blonde commented while still keeping something from Silver in her back.

“All of that with you?” he asked mildly curious about his friend antics.

21th May, seventeen years old.

“That was cruel of you, Silver” the brunette confessed harshly.

“I was very full of myself in that moment, and since then we haven’t talked.” he admitted.

“Full of yourself? Dude, you were mean with her, even I admit that knowing that my ex-boyfriend and best friend are dating is harsh, in any case, yeah, you were mean while confessing your six years old crush on her.” the teen was confused, he didn’t had a crush for that long, he thought that he was Blue’s best friend and…

“I never confessed to her…” he said quietly.

“What?”

“I never said anything to Yellow about how I feel for her…” he came to that realization, he didn’t confessed.

“So you are just letting Yellow go, might not seeing her in years, without her knowing why you did all of that?” Blue scolded her friend.

“No…” he got up from the bed and grabbed that jacket Yellow gifted him. “Got your motorcycle, sis?”

“I thought you’d never ask, bro!

24th December, fourteen years old.

“Merry christmas!” Yellow said while handing Silver the present she kept hiding from him.

“Very funny, thanks, anyway.” he opened the present to see a black and red jacket.

“When I saw it I thought that it was made for you, Silver.” the blonde said happily while the red haired one try the cloth.

“It’s too big for me…” the teen said looking how it didn’t fit at all.

“You’ll grow, I mean, your father is quite tall… so… it was the last one, you know…” she lost herself as she give his friend a hug. “Happy birthday!”

Silver reciprocated the hug, but, it esa strange.

Yellow was always for him in that ways, weirdly quirky she showed while not knowing how to answer stuff that embarrassed her, caring like he was thinking of him about that jacket that he loved, strong how every time she saw Blue with Red she wanted to think that she was happy for their relationship, but and most of all, she cared. She didn’t thought that Silver’s antics were a mask, she was happy to see him being as he liked.

That’s when it hitted Silver.

He always thought of Yellow like a messiah or someone celestial, and that wasn’t farfetched she was a wonderful person, and that line fall of, he also thought that Yellow was awful pretty but that wasn’t the real point.

He liked Yellow for caring about him and the others.

He liked Yellow for being strong to keep him and the others.

He liked Yellow for being a good person who always tried her best.

He liked Yellow for being fun, weird, innocent, intelligent, caring and the best person he met.

He liked Yellow because she accepted him and likes him anyway.

He liked Yellow.

“Thanks for the gift…” I like you, he wanted to say.

21th May, seventeen years old.

“Yellow!” he yelled while entering the airport, he knew it was wrong, even knowing how big it was he didn’t care anymore, he needed this.

He ran off the way Blue told him she was going, still yelling her name. Then, he saw that hat and the beautiful long blond hair sticking out.

“Yellow!” feelings, all of his emotions, they were bare in that moment. Yellow look up to him, her eyes watered by seeing her friend.

“Silver…” she didn’t know what to do, just stay there watching and wanting to say something but nothing was there to say.

“I like you, I always liked you, you are smart, brave, funny, strong, amazing, caring, thoughtful… there aren’t enough words or time to say everything, but know that I like you, and I wanted you to know that” she ran to him and ended everything with a hug.

July 2nd, twenty years old.

A moonlit black starless night in that bridge, Silver laughed at himself for being that sentimental.

“You are late…” the youth said to his arriving companion.

“Sorry, Lance and I lost track of the time.” the blonde answered heartily.

“Lance the “not a serious deal” guy, Yellow?” he questioned her mockingly.

“You goof… where’s Blue anyway?” grabbed the taller one’s arm.

“She had to buy some books, you know, biology and evolution stuff, but she said we could met at my house…” the red haired started walking not minding how the one with yellow orbs hanged from his arm.

“Yeah, I get it, medicine school is quite hard to me…

“That’s because you are dumb, Yellow…” they laughed.

A strong wind rushed in their area, leaves flown, everything felt like it moved by their own, then, Yellow’s hat flow away from her head, Silver tried to grab it. The weight shifted into the side were the smaller one was hanging, his leg gave up and let the two of them landing in the floor, fast enough Silver put Yellow in a position to let her being above him

They looked at each other, and laughed. And Silver was happy with that.

#muy bonito!!!!#pokespe AU fanfic contest #not a quote #trainer silver #trainer yellow #trainer blue #viridianshipping #submission

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kingsofchaos · 8 years ago

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What do you think it would be like of the fakes got arrested (probably at different times cause they are better than that) and got psych evaluations. The police would probably get even more of an realization that they are freakin monsters. (If you could somehow maybe put freewood in that would make me very happy, but you don't have to if you don't want) ALSO I LOVE YOUR BLOG!!!!

THANKS FRIEND! That makes me feel way worse for what i’m about to do but apologies i’m not super comfortable playing around with psychological evaluations, sorry to disappoint! In lieu i offer you a bit of a more generic, though infinitely more melodramatic, insight into that one time the cops got their hands on Ryan and Gavin then instantly wished they hadn’t.

To get the Vagabond and Free in custody, to not only pin them down but catch them without killing them in the process, is more or less a goddamn miracle and everybody knew it. There’s a weird energy amongst the LSPD officers, half smug pride at the triumph, half quiet terror at what comes next.The entire journey back to the station is fraught with tension, the completely legitimate fear that the Fake AH Crew may come for their own keeping everyone on high alert. It doesn’t help that despite the fact that there’s no way it could be possible Free and the Vagabond are acting like getting arrested was their intention, like everything is going according to plan. As relaxed as two handcuffed men surrounded by armed officers can possibly be they’ve ignored all demands to shut their mouths in favour of critiquing how well they think everything has been going so far.Ryan asks for the time any chance he gets, responding to each update with a pleased grin so unsettling that officers begin to refuse to answer. In response Ryan has taken to humming a quiet tick tock tick tock tick tock under his breath while he stares them down.The less said about the transfer between van and station the better. Six officers swarm around the Vagabond while only one moves to escort Free, a choice that leaves Ryan shaking his head in utter disbelief and Gavin smirking away like the cat who caught the canary. He leers all over his increasingly uncomfortable guard while Ryan is yanked roughly to his feet and pushed out of the van, followed moments later by a grunt and a scream as Ryan is tazed without provocation and Gavin’s new friend loses a chunk of his arm to that sharp grin. It’s a traumatising experience across the board.By the time Ryan’s head clears they’ve already dragged him into the station, frogmarching him towards an intake room, with Gavin somewhere behind him making lewd comments about the muzzle he’s apparently been threatened with. Shifting to take his own weight has all the officers around Ryan stiffening, but all he does is ask for the time, chortling to himself at the way it makes them flinch.The weapons pat-down is rough. Even the cops know Gavin’s not really in the hands-on half of the crew, aren’t expecting much more than maybe a knife or two, certainly aren’t expecting the arsenal they uncover. Gavin has knives in his pant pockets and shirt pockets and jacket pockets, he has knives in his belt, tucked into his shoe, sewn into linings. There’s so many knives the officers quickly roll from smug superiority into increasing alarm; it borders on comical, on intentional, and Free’s careless grin only grows. Ryan though, god. On Ryan they find nothing, not a gun, not a knife, not even wire or nail-file; absolutely nothing. It should be a relief but it isn’t, how can it be when there’s no way the Vagabond is actually unarmed? When history has taught them that they surely must have missed something. Ryan bears the increasingly frustrated search with exaggerated compliancy, lips twitching in amusement as Gavin sniggers beside him, the mercenary entirely unresisting yet still exuding an insufferable degree of cheerful insolence.When one man tries to get a rise out of him by sneering out some less than savoury comments about Gavin and his prison prospects the whole room holds its breath, bracing for a sudden act of unstoppable violence, but it doesn’t come. Instead, after a long tense moment of Ryan staring the man directly in the eye, it’s Gavin who breaks the silence, shaking his head and looking far too pleased as he shrugs and sends chills down spines with a cavalier ‘Well that was rude. I do hope your affairs are in order, this one’s really rather overprotective.’ The extended weapons frisk is declared over rather quickly after that.The pair are placed in cells on opposite ends of the station’s holding bay; with walls and doors between them there is absolutely no way legible sound could possible travel between the two. To the disturbed awe of an increasing crowd of officers watching and listening over the cctv the pair proceeded to have a complete conversation at normal talking volume anyway; speaking and responding as though they can hear one another, with appropriate pauses and logical replies, never acknowledging that anything is out of the ordinary. It’s alarming enough that they are frisked again on their way to separate interrogation rooms but no hidden transmitters are found and no one has any idea how on earth they were doing it.You don’t go into an interrogation room armed, that’s just police policy 101, but particular precautions are certainly made for members of the FAHC. Ryan is just about as chained as he could be, handcuffs locked to the table, leg cuffs chained to the floor, and still, as long as there are detectives in the room with him two heavily armed guards will wait just outside the door for the first sign of trouble. On the flipside Gavin, whose teeth are still stained red, bears only handcuffs and a delighted grin. There are no armed guards, the detectives have no fear about leaning into his space, but after the first few are left shell-shocked with their personal secrets dragged into the light there is a serious discussion about getting the LSPD’s in-house psychologist on standby.For the first half of Ryan’s interrogation he says nothing at all. The detectives, all over the moon about finally nabbing the Vagabond, all desperate to show they’re the one who can crack him, throw just about every interrogation trick in the book at him and Ryan just watches on calm as you please, only moving to look up at the clock on the wall. When at last he does open his mouth the relief is short-lived; carefully meandering around confessions Ryan talks in hypotheticals and television plotlines, discussing supposedly fictional violence in such vivid detail his interviewers start looking a little green. It’s quite a talent, to balance technical innocence with an undercurrent of undeniably remorseless responsibility, all while casually discussing the fascinating sounds humans make when they are pulled apart. In another room Gavin slouches in his metal chair like it’s a throne, like the worst kind of entitled, like the grown-up version of the trust-fund baby sneering at the principle’s threat of discipline, utterly untouchable and he knows it. All grinning swagger Gavin asks the detectives if they’ve thought this through, if they know what they’re doing, how they think it’s going to end. He asks if they haven’t heard all those terrible rumours people have spread about his family, shares a few of his favourites, the darkest and most deplorable things people have said about the Vagabond. Isn’t it funny? Could you even imagine if the stories were true? If that was the kind of man you’d captured? Can you picture what he would do to you when he got free? And that’s saying nothing of Ramsey, have you heard what they say he’s done for his family? What he’d do for his son? Chilling stuff that, terrifying. Especially for someone like you, with kids at home. Someone who’d just gotten married, who has reliant parents, who’s sister’s about to have that baby. Wouldn’t it be awful huh? Aren’t you glad they’re only stories.It’s late by the time the detectives give up for the night, but there is an undeniable sense of relief in locking those two away again, in washing hands of those horrors for a couple of hours, going home to hug loved ones close and stave off technicolour nightmares. To kick things off at midnight is appallingly cliché, but things kick off a midnight. The station is never empty, particularly not when it’s housing criminals this high profile, but at midnight everything goes quiet. Still. Just long enough for every officer’s well-honed instincts to start blaring in alarm. And then the screaming starts.When the bigwigs try to piece it all together later even frantic reviews of security footage won’t reveal what happened. They see Gavin’s cell suddenly go dark, and when the light returns he’s gone. Changing angles there’s a flash of him wandering down the hall, utterly unhurried and blowing a winking kiss at the camera before it flickers out. When they find him again it’s on the camera outside the Vagabond’s cell, leaning through the bars and chattering away to the Mercenary looming on the other side as calmly as you please, like they’re playing instead of launching an escape.Free’s in no rush, waiting for his crew-mate to grab his collar and yank him into the bars before he laughs and shakes his way free, finally trotting over to unlock the door, unleashing the Vagabond into the hall. As Gavin turns to answer the phone he shouldn’t have the Vagabond looks up, directly at the lens, shaking his head as he points to an imaginary watch before flipping off the camera just before it, too, goes dark.From there the LSPD have only witness accounts to work with, tales from those who survived and those who came in after; the ones who saw the cavalcade of big black cars pulling up in front of the station just before everything went to hell, who didn’t have the chance to raise the alarm before the FAHC were raining bullets down on them. Those who had to clean blood from linoleum, tape up shattered windows, carry bodies to the morgue. Those who can no long bear the sound of clocks ticking, who swear they can still hear the echoes of that monstrous laughter. The ones who witnessed death slinking through the station in a leather jacket and designer jeans, who observed the birth of Los Santos’ newest horrifying rumour firsthand.

#FAHC #I'm really sorry #i know i have really bizarre undefined discomfort zones #100% know this ask is all in good criminal fun #but i'd hate to unintentionally make someone feel shitty #plus police evals are already shady as fuck tbh #(heyo law degree)#Sorry i didn't even really manage to swing freewood for you #hopefully some part of this farce tickled your fancy anyway #Anonymous #Ask #Loaded Guns and Sharp Teeth #There is No Order in This Lawless Town #Chaos Reigns

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May I request a match-up, please? My name is Astoria and I am an ISFP type Libra. I'm autistic, really shy and I stress a lot. I'm also a HUGE cry baby. I'm scared of the dark and I have a fear of being locked in. I'm creative and I like to express myself using my style, which is fairy kei, mainly. I actually don't own anything that's not pastel.

MATCH UPS ARE CLOSED

(∩｡･ｏ･｡)っ.ﾟ☆｡’` I match you with Prompto Argentum!

(I had to look up fairy kei because I wasn’t sure what it was exactly, and I LOVE IT, now!)

Prompto would be drawn to creative ways specially all the cute things that involved with fairy kei. He would really love it if you came up with ways to involve that with Chocobos. Like imagine pastel chocobo print outfits? So cute. Prompto would just turn a bright red seeing that. He is understanding of your fears and wouldn’t ever laugh at them or make you feel like you are pathetic about it, he would do his best to comfort you. Power went out? This boy would find all things that could make all light for you to make sure you would be feeling fine until he got the lights working. Surrounding you in candles, flashlights, phones with their flashlights on and his stuffed chocobo to hug. Prompto is good at relieving stress (in more ways than one) from massages to playing video games he knows how to destress someone. Being autistic doesn’t phase him, he might have questions on how to better help you if you are having a bad day because he truly wants to make sure you are safe and happy. He knows all about being shy he knows it is hard to break out of that and he help you out of it if you wanted and if not well he’s okay with that!

Little Drabble:

Prompto was truly love struck, when he met Astoria he knew there was something unique about her that was just something he couldn’t get out of his head. Meeting her in the market place in Insomnia a bright gem amongst the see of blacks and grey caught his attention first. The way her hair shined in the light was so pretty to the soft pastel colors she wore made him curious the style was so cute on her. He wanted to talk to her and tell her she looked so picture perfect but he still wasn’t super confident in himself, still a bit shy around the opposite sex.

What broke the ice? Chocobos, he noticed a pastel pink chocobo plush hanging from her purse and he just had to comment. Then the rest is history.

He really enjoyed his time with Astoria, Prompto enjoyed hanging out with her specially just relaxing at her house and watching movies, playing games. She was so fun to talk to, just to be around her made him happy. When he realized he loved her was year after meeting her she had told him she had a present for him. Prompto wasn’t use to gifts just because he didn’t have many friends, specially ones that were girls who thought about those things. Noctis was a great friend but he wasn’t great at thinking about presents. When Astoria had come over to his house for a night of King Knight and movies carrying a yellow bag a cute smile on her face making him blush. She had found clothes for his favorite chocobo plushie that he kept around. It made him so happy to see she had thought about him that way, the close matched his black chocobo perfectly. The cheerful pastel colors on the plush was just so cute, he couldn’t help but realize how beautiful she looked as she put the clothes on the plush. The overall happiness he felt in his heart made him stare dumbfounded for a few moments at the realization. He loved Astoria for her and everything she was.

But how does tell her? It was killing him! He had to tell her it’s been weeks now and he couldn’t think of the perfect way to tell her. Prompto wanted it to be something epic that would just make her so excited about it and never forget that day but no matter what he thought about just didn’t seem right. Not romantic enough not special enough.

Astoria was just so sweet, so kind, so adorable he couldn’t help himself to want to make it special.

One night he had gone over to her house, she had bought take out and called him over to share she had accidentally ordered too much. It was perfect for him he hadn’t ordered dinner yet so he made his way to her apartment bringing some chocobo shaped cookies that he bought at the store earlier for a treat later. He felt rude for not bringing at least something with him.

“Hey Prom!” Astoria called out sweetly from her table that she was setting up with a bunch of take out Chinese food.

The room smelled heavenly from the fresh food but what was best for Prompto was the way she smiled over at him as she placed a fortune cookie beside the plate he would be using. It was such a pure and sweet smile he couldn’t help but feel his love for her grow and smile in return.

“Hey Astoria, thanks for calling me over for dinner I was about to get food before you called.” Prompto said cheerfully, so happy she thought about sharing with him.

“Well come and sit and enjoy!”

As they started to eat, chatting about their day it started to rain Prompto knew it was going to rain soon but the forecast had called for a light shower. This was not a light shower you could hear the rain pound down on the roof like mad just making such a ruckus that they had to raise their voices to be heard. He could tell she was getting nervous about it, specially when the thunder and lightning started each time the loud crashing noise hit she jumped a little. .

Prompto moved to sit closer to her, wrapping a arm around her shoulder pulling her closer to him, reassuring her that he was there. Astoria gripped on his vest rubbing the textured fabric, trying to calm down some as her anxiety was getting the better of her.

“It’s okay, I’m here it will pass soon okay?” Prompto soothed her a soft smile on his face, as he tried to reassure her.

A loud crack of thunder hit making Astoria drop her chopsticks, food tumbling to the floor, the power went out plummeting them into darkness. Prompto was on it in seconds,he knew she was afraid of the dark he was too in fact he didn’t like how it made him feel closed in. Being in the light felt very open and spacious but the darkness felt so crowding and closed in.

He squashed his fears, knowing she was more terrified of it for his love for her he took action. Grabbing his phone he turned on the flash light app, shining it on the table taking her phone he did the same thing. Prompto surround the phones in front of her, as she sat down on the chair again shaking and crying some. Prompto took the flashlight button he had with him always it came to him with his Crownsguard training handing it to her letting her have her own personal light.

“Here have that - should help a little, I’m going to take my phone to the kitchen to get those candles you have the ones we bought the other day you know? In that time I’ll go to the website of the electric company and see what’s going on.”

“Don’t leave me Prompto.” Astoria cried, scared and trembling.

“I’m going to be right over there okay? Talk to me the whole time okay?”

“Okay…” She said softly nodding her head.

As Prompto went to the website and get the candles she spoke about a dream she had last night, a random dream she had about a chocobo it was sweet. The more she talked the calmer she sounded, about how he was in the dream fawning over the chocobo and teaching her how to ride one. Had she known he had a dream about her too last night she would have blush most likely as he had a dream about kissing her.

She laughed, a nervous chuckle sounding in her voice as Prompto searched for matches.The website telling him a power line went down and they would have to wait at least a hour.

“What so funny Astoria?”

“In my dream Prom…well after you taught me how to ride the chocobo you…ah, you kissed me rewarding me for doing so well.”

Prompto blushed a thousand shades of red at hearing that confession. And here he was thinking about the dream he had.

“So funny thinking about kissing me?” He questioned nervously, as he came back into the room placing the candles on the table around her he starting lighting the candles.

“Not funny ‘hah - hah’…but…”

BOOM! Another strike of thunder and lightning making her jump in her seat, Astoria leaping into Prompto’s arms scared. She buried her face into the crook of his neck, wrapping arms around him terrified. Prompto hugged her tightly placing a soft kiss to her temple rubbing soft patterns into her back, trying to be reassuring and calming her down.

“It’s okay I’m here…you want to hear something cute?”

“What?” She asked shakily.

“I had a dream about kissing you too.”

“You did?” She was sounding calmer, a curious tone in her voice as the candle lights flickered around them striking a rather romantic glow around them.

It was romantic in a way…was this the perfect time? He really couldn’t think of a reason why it wasn’t, he was comforting her from something she fear, she was in his arms they were talking about kissing. Even if it was only a dream. He did want to make it real.

“Yeah, because I love you and that is the purest way to express you love someone by a kiss.”

“You love me?” She asked looking up at him, eyes wide as she stared into his bright blues that were reflecting the flames of the candles.

“Yes, Astoria I love you.”

#jin responds #match up #ff15 match up #prompto argentum #ff15

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fluffi · 4 years ago

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so should i reply in tiny font or just regular font?

hybe should do better in spreading out the comebacks of the groups under them :/ they're already at a huge advantage, might as well use it strategically. AHA streaming mvs is so convenient for a multi. the filler vids i could use in between could be mvs from the other groups that i stan. also you know what, i still haven't watched a single final performance bc im waiting for a friend to watch with me :D

i have a chinese movie recommendation in case you want something to cry over. i still love its ost and it's been months since i watched it. i'm not sure if you watched it already but more than blue. i've never cried over a movie as much as i cried for that one. the angst *chef's kiss*. i'd do anything to wipe my memory of it and watch it again for the first time.

also sungchan is mc-ing in inkigayo every sunday! and honestly, what the hell is nct hollywood :D but a part of me thinks it's just going to be a bunch of asians living in america like johnny that'll be a part of it. just a hunch tho. imagine having all 4 units coming back in a year with like 1 unit per quarter of the year. i'm not sure if sm even has the money to do this, especially when they filed bankruptcy recently.

and i've seen a lot of twitter memes saying taro's ghosted stans T_T alexa play ghosting by txt T_T sm come on give him smth to do, you're wasting talent.

the mall didn't burn down entirely (like from the outside it looked fine). the ventilation system caught fire so it was more internal—ceilings and all that. covered things with soot(?) and ashes so the entire mall was closed for nearly 2 years. and hey, i've experienced a school fire too back when i was younger. i, too, thought it was nothing but a fire drill until i saw the charred remains of the buildings behind our school : D thankfully, no one died.

the new nct track is for a samsung commercial AHAHA it's funny because nearly everyone uses apple TT_TT and the mv screams neo culture tech tho (well as it should lmao). yes, i was talking about that part in hot sauce but yes, it grew on me too.

ateez really know how to do a performance. they put the standard so high for me when it came to performing. their facial expressions and overall stage presence just impresses me. it's been a while since i've seen idols draw me to them by those standards.

ah, the long stan list! good luck in getting through it and i hope you do have fun as you go :] (also you can check out aurora by ateez and whiplash by tbz. the songs popped up in my head as i was typing this reply, you might like them)

ohhhh, what was the pd48 scandal? i don't watch survival shows so i don't know any of the stuff going on. would you care to elaborate? about their disbandment :(( i hope you're okay now tho! are the other girls still debuting in new groups? anyone eyeing an acting career instead of being an idol?

YES, A PATTERN IN THE BIASES (if you count an analysis of two ppl as a pattern, that is.) because it's the same pattern i have for my biaswreckers :D jake & seungmin, not only do they have the same animal to represent them, they have the same 'golden retriever' type of personality that just makes you go all soft. ygwim ;n; i wish i could elaborate but both boys just devastate me in the same level and my friends pointed out that they were quite similar in some aspects.

jaemin used to send really long bbl messages :< like if there was anything he loved most it was nctzens and it was obv in his messages. speaking of dream, album repackage news today! idk what to feel bc my hot sauce albums haven't even arrived yet :D + i'm dead br0ke.

how do you even manage to read 30k TT__TT i cant handle long fics bc of my attention span :D also, yes, i found the user now, i'll check if i'll like their works soon. <33

YES YOU SHOULDVE BEEN THERE T_T what a day that was. i think seungmin is still sweet and active in bbl. not a single cent goes to waste with him. also i think i'll post the drabble some time this month.

and oml seungmin vs jake :o let's see how that goes O.O XDD

clickity-clackity AHAH do you have a mechanical keyboard? :c i wanted one too but i haven't got around to saving up for one. but yes indeed, typing asmr v relaxing \m/

sunny hyuck day, fullsun sunday, fullsunday T_T feels were very strong that day. i kept seeing edits on my twt tl and i would just s o b : D i've only stanned nct for a year but i've seen him grow so much i just wanted to crie i love him sm :') yk my mom didn't cook spaghetti for my birthday, but she cooked for hyuck's? : D

and i checked ur recs blog and indeed, full of nct T_T

also have i mentioned that your desktop thing amuses me so much HAHAH i got confused for a sec if i had twt opened or tumblr. plus, i've been wanting to mention that i noticed that our mobile themes are opposites. black and red, white and blue. it's cute XDD <3

help, people have been telling me that our asks are long but i highkey love it. i added a ‘keep reading�� for the mobile users though, sorry in advance hh.

honestly, both works. tiny font saves space but regular font does more justice for my poor eyes haha. its your call!

hybe comebacks :( yeah enhypen got lucky because they came back right before cb season so they got three wins (yay)! on the bright side, txt just got their first win and bts has six wins, so it all works out i guess. omg yes, the streaming thing is perfect. i stan like 20 groups so i have a never-ending cycle of filler mvs and its always so helpful. ooh for the final performances - you wont regret watching any of them! literally wild, kingdom's budget and talent are wild.

ooh, I don't watch any cdramas lmao. i want to but i can barely finish kdramas. if its a movie ill watch it! ive never heard of more than blue but ill check it out <3 where can i watch it?

yes yes i have just realized that sungchan is yujin's co-mc! i watched their special stage (which is literally adorable) and was today years old when i realized that the dude is sungchan pls. nct hollywood was so unexpected and i still have mixed feelings about it now. LMAO JUST ASIANS LIVING IN AMERICA...help. that would be interesting (?) but the concept reminds me of those horrendous awesomeness tv shows. lets hope sm pulls this off well and proves me wrong. lmao all 4 units coming back would probably happen, but i hope none of them get overworked :( i constantly feel like mork lee has four clones :'( also...sm filed bankcruptcy??? dang, what happened?

ugh omg yeah shotaros talent is seriously being wasted in the basement right now. as for fires, scary T-T i wasnt that fazed by them until the australia wildfires happened, and i learned about the consequences of fire and got really scared. its good that the entire mall didnt burn down though! although its weird that no one is opening it :( schools really need to tell us the difference between drills though, it might be dangerous for those rebellious kids.

yeah i just realized that the nct track is an endorsement which partly explains why i cant listen to it. the mv's visuals are stunning!! the set and people are so gorgeous aa i cant

oh yeah im not an atiny but i have acknowledged since 2020 that they have one of the best, if not the best stage presence and expressions on stage for 4th gen. i think their only worthy competitor would be stray kids actually. theyre truly one of a kind and all of them are cute especially that yeosang guy. i will definitely check out your song recommendations though!

oof the pd48 scandal is extremely complicated. to condense it in a few statements: all of the girls' rankings have been rigged since the very beginning and it was rumored that they already had their end group before the show even started. it was like this for pf48 and pdx101 (group x1) which was why x1 disbanded within a month of debuting, and izone were on hiatus for like 4 months. im not the best at explaining stuff like this haha, but i think you get it. you can check out yt or search up 'pd48 scandal', a ton of articles and videos. as for new groups, nothing has been made clear yet. theyve only made instagram handles for now and appeared on variety shows haha. as for acting career, hyewon was supposed to do acting but was forced to join pd48 so maybe she'll continue acting afterwards? nothing is confirmed yet!

lmao two similarities, its okay it counts. ah, true, i can see their similarities now that youve mentioned it, as well as how jeno is kind of like that. however, i am currently attached to jaemin so we'll see what happens from there hehe. i swerve easily.

jaemin on bubble grr, that would be a whole experience. from the bare minimum of vidoes ive seen for him wbk jaemin is so whipped for czennies. ah yes repackage! i saw the post on instagram and went to the comments to see everything screaming ‘iM bROke!’ and it was lowkey hilarious lmao. kpop is really trying to suck our money T-T.

ope the longest fic ive read is like...40k words i think? and it was by jeonginks. ill read anything eiko produces lmao, theres always so much substance in her work. ooh, tell me what you think of luvdsc’s stuff, i just finished binging their entire masterlist lmao.

seungmin vs jake yeah, i havent been catching up on skz enha content because im still obsessing over the dreamies but when that saga is over then im going to focus on my ults lmao (which might include dream soon, hehe).

yes yes i have a mechanical bluetooth keyboard that i use to connect to my computer! it literally sounds amazing lmao, its only 10am here but i feel like im going to doze off from the clickity clackitys already. i cant wait for you to get one! tell me when you do, we can match hehe.

hyuck is an aodrable brat please. hes like the best comedian of nct at this point, so hilarious and filled with variety i love him. he rose up my bias list pretty fast too. LMAO YOUR MOM IS SO COOL I LOVE HER ALREADY. if only my mom would cook for my ults’ borndays.

yes my rec blog is a mess right now, ill organize it soon haha.

omg thank you and yes my website theme is one-of-a-kind. even i get confused when i open it or edit it, and i constantly get comments about it. also i just realized our opposing theme colors and i love it! its adorable.

#long post #also im listening to love song right now haha i love it so much #also sorry for not answering yesterday hhh i got busy last night #「 asks 」#moots — [♡] ;#toffee — [♡] ;#neo-shitty

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