#just in case I don’t end getting tickets or being able to go …

[groovycreatormughoagie]

K-Pop Demon Hunters X Reader 5:

'Earthy and Herby'? Smells like bull-- WOAH!

To paint a picture, Reader will be a head taller than Mira. Can literally rest your chin on her head, but you got the job mostly because of your (forged) records. You’re literally built like a wall (legs especially <3 that’s why you’re so fast, you trained legs for decades— and let’s give the reader some abs too. Not toned like Abby, but it’s definitely there.) Reader is female, okay? You can imagine her what you like, but for me, she'll be more leaning on the masculine scale or style, etc.

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Warning: Explicit Language, Violence, just (Y/N) being (Y/N) AKA guard dog

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Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4

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Last Time on KPDH-X-R: "Meet your new personal guard! She's here to protect you almost 24/7!" "WHAT?!" "EXCUSE ME?!" "HUH?!" Now Continued:

Inside the Huntr/x Penthouse (AHEM— Avengers Tower).

“A personal bodyguard?!”

“Bobby, you can’t be serious!”

“Yeah, we already have a whole team of security!”

Bobby raised his hands to calm the girls down,

“Alright, alright. Everyone relax, this is just an extra precaution.” He sighs as he types on his phone with a frown, “With how the concert ended so abruptly, thousands of fans are upset— rightfully so, but we’re still handling the backlash of it. We’re only refunding half the ticket’s cost, unfortunately, and with all the chaos outside, I’m worried about all of your well-being.”

He shows the screen to the three and watches as their faces falter with concern at the amount of disappointed fans talking about the cancellation of the ‘Golden’ premiere, but a few are defending Huntrix, who stated how they just ended a world tour and that they could use a break.

“I hope you can see where I’m coming from, girls. I don’t want you three getting jumped by angry fans when you go out in public in disguise. There’s still a chance that people will recognize you all under normal civilian clothes.”

Bobby’s voice was soft yet firm on his decision before grinning bright once more and motioning to you, “Besides, she’s the best there is! Standing like a brick wall with loads of experience that involves safety!”

He gives your arm two gentle knocks with his fist while smiling at the girls. You just looked at Bobby with a very elated smile at the praise that the three didn’t miss.

“Golden Retriever…” the three mused before shaking their heads, Rumi being the first one to speak up.

“We understand, Bobby. Thank you for looking out for us.” The manager giddily waves it off with a gleeful smile. “Great! (Y/N) Here will stick with you three starting today, reporting any incidents and such regarding you girls.”

He turns to you and starts handing you stuff you didn’t even know he had with him. “Here’s your taser, gloves, emergency card, portable radio, and another taser just in case. You can get the rest of your provided security items downstairs to your room.”

The last sentence caught everyone’s attention: “I’m staying here?” ”She’s staying here?” ”Downstairs?” ”Can I have the other taser?”

“She’ll be a few floors below. She has to be on the call, ready to fight and protect if anything happens! Like a fire, she can guide you all out safely without problems, right?”

He turned to you with pride like you just lifted several tons of weight from his worrying shoulders.

‘Ah, I forgot I added that in my records…’

“Uh- yes. I’m a former firefighter, though not enough to reach high ranks like a chief.” You stuttered out awkwardly from being put on the spot so suddenly.

“I’m experienced in multiple occasions of safety, trained to help in many situations— even unexpected or mundane ones.”

“See, isn’t she great? This way you can be safe and still be able to go out in public!” Bobby claps his hands in delight before typing on his phone as he walks back to the elevator, “Now, I’ll be busy with our team doing crowd control. See you girls soon!”

“Bye, Bobby!” He waved as the elevator doors closed before it carried him down the floors of the penthouse.

A few awkward moments later, the trio turned to you.

“So you’re just going to follow us around?”

You shrug with a nonchalant smile, “That’s my job, but I won’t always be following you three like in a bathroom or something. That’s just an invasion of privacy.”

Mira squints and whispers at the two, “What do we do? We can’t let anyone know about Rumi’s voice. Especially someone whose job requires them to report what’s going on with us.” Zoey tries to think of a plan while they eye you suspiciously.

“By the way, are you okay now?” You motion to Rumi while gearing yourself up with the stuff Bobby gave you.

“You were quite a mess when I saw—“ Rumi tried stopping you quietly behind Mira and Zoey, making aggressive motions at you to shut up. “—you… last.. night…”

Mira and Zoey looked between you two, “You two know each other?”

“HA-HA! I think Bobby forgot to give you your ID pass, (Y/N)!” She speed walked over to you, grabbing your arm with surprising strength and dragging you to the elevator. “Let’s go get that for you so it won’t be a hassle later! Give us a minute, you guys!”

The two just stared lost and dumbfounded by Rumi’s odd behavior with the new bodyguard as the elevator doors closed.

“…well, she seems nice though.” Zoey broke the silence, looking at Mira’s reaction.

“More like suspicious. We’re definitely interrogating them once they come back.” She crossed her arms as she glared at the elevator you two left in.

“Right… did you see the tiny shark in her hoodie’s chest pocket?”

========= In The Elevator =========

“What the hell was that?” You blurt out, blinking to bring yourself back to reality, and look down at Rumi beside you in the elevator.

“They don’t know, okay?” She groaned, rubbing her temple, “The markings, I mean, they just know my voice is in trouble that night, and we’re planning on fixing it today. They don’t even know about you.”

You gasped with dramatic offense, hand on your chest clutching your pearls, “You’re gatekeeping me from your friends?!”

“I can’t exactly tell them that you— some sort of hybrid demon—tried killing me on the rooftop last night!” She threw back with the same sass that left you pouting and crossing your arms.

“…fair enough,” you grumbled before shaking it off, “but seriously? Couldn’t you just- make up a story? They already know we know each other from last night, might as well make up a story about that.”

“That’s because you couldn’t keep your mouth shut. I was practically miming you to stop.”

“That’s bad on my part, but I didn’t know that you told them nothing about last night. Can you blame me for that?” You let out a curt huff before your gaze softens at Rumi, “Are you okay though? Better than last night?”

She sighs, hand touching her throat, “The marks are...messing with my voice.”

“It’s not just the marks, but yeah let’s go with that.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing… workaholic..” you coughed under your breath, looking away to avoid Rumi’s glare.

The ride was quiet, but you couldn’t stand much of it with the awkward tension in the lift.

“Ooookay, so let’s get our story straight before your friends jump us with questions.” Letting out a breath, you pat Bubby on your front pocket and begin thinking of a valid story.

Rumi stared curiously at you, more so the toy in your shirt pocket peeking out and staring at her. Her hand finds the bell in her pocket and begins fidgeting with it while you build a story in your head.

Ding~

You two exit the elevator to grab the ID from Bobby, so you weren’t technically lying to Mira and Zoey when Rumi said you’re missing a required ID access card to bypass heavy security.

“Alright, Twilight Sparkle, here’s the plan.” Rumi gave you an incredulous look. “Twilight, what?”

You wave her off with a sigh, “Aaissshh, I’ll tell you some other time. I know you’re strictly taught by Celine to be demon hunters, but no cartoons? Seriously? Not even your cute Mak-nae told you about this? Didn’t she grow up in America?”

Your barrage of questions made her dumbfounded, speechless as you let loose before backtracking and going back to the topic.

“Ah, wait, back to the topic. AHEM— just tell them I helped you fight off a few demons when you ran out of the venue that night.”

“And if they asked questions about how you can see demons?”

“You let me handle that.” A grin plastered on your face as you gave her a thumbs-up.

“Fine, but I have questions too. Just don’t tell them about my marks or else—“ her threat was cut off. “Of course I won’t, that’s your choice to say or keep.”

The two of you reached Bobby, who quickly assisted you to be registered in the system and handed you the ID you came for, waving at the manager before leaving back to the elevator and back up to her bandmates.

“So how old are you really? Being a demon and all, were you also born like that?” Rumi questioned as she leaned close, circling you as if to catch any demon features out in the open.

“Human, I think I’m a tad older than you. Demon, on the other hand, uhhh…” You squint at the ceiling, trying to recall the memory of your existence, “…a thousand or something? I don’t remember when exactly I was ‘born’, just- POOF!” You gave a cheeky smile and did jazz hands. “A tiny wisp wandering around aimlessly in limbo.”

“So you’re… not born human?” The hunter was definitely confused.

“I am human, just not fully human. I’m like a quarter human, and I’m guessing you’re half demon?” Rumi’s face soured at that, “I’m a hunter, not a demon.”

“There’s nothing wrong with what you are.” You pat her head, then pinched her cheek like a doting grandma in a teasing way, to which she grunted and smacked your hand away. “Stop that.”

“Sorry. Let’s just get through the questions your friends are gonna ask us— the majority of it is going to be aimed at me anyway.”

The elevator rings, and before you could step out, the two hunters snatched both you and Rumi before tossing your asses on the white couch. Already sitting across the two of you with seriousness on their faces.

“Alright, spill. Who are you, and what are you two hiding from us?” Mira started, glaring at you before turning to Rumi with the same stern expression.

“Woah, never sat on something so soft in forever.” You muttered under your breath, eyes sparkling as you ran your palm on the soft cushion of the couch you’re thrown onto.

“Hey! No distractions. You have to answer our questions.” Zoey exclaimed as she pointed a pencil at your face, “Like, how do you know Rumi? And why is there a little guy in your shirt pocket?”

“Zoey, focus,” Mira whispered, gently nudging the younger.

Ah, good cop, bad cop. Got it.

You sit up straight on the sofa you wish you could melt into, “Like I said, we met last night,” giving Rumi a glance to which she took the hint and spoke her part of the story.

“After what happened, I couldn’t come back and face the fact that my voice was in trouble. So I ran to get some air… but then saw some demons lurking around—“ she gulped, trying to weave this fake story perfectly, “she got there before me. I caught her when she tried to run away, and then we talked. I couldn’t wrap my head around it and was stressed out about… everything, that I forgot to tell you guys… I’m sorry.”

The duo listened, reaching over to rest their hands on her shoulder. Giving it a reassuring squeeze before smiling at her.

“Don’t worry, we get it. We’re just worried.” “Yeah, we forgive you, Rumi.”

They then turn to you, “So you can see demons?”

“Yes, I know for a fact those weren’t magicians crawling out of walls or floors.”

“So you’re a demon hunter?”

“Oh! I’m half, but thank you for the compliment.”

The two looked with confused disbelief, Rumi playing along to avoid suspicion. “‘Half’?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Rumi looked tense and stressed out, thinking you’re going to reveal yourself to her friends as a demon.

“Well, I’m not that trained at slaying demons efficiently like you three. I just pick up the messy pieces you hunters left behind, mending the ruined parts of the Honmoon, even making sure your plane didn’t cause any damage, which by the way, I feel like I should be paid for taking care of that whole mess.” You gave them an unamused look and gave them a scolding look. The three had enough decency to grimace with guilt at that incident.

“Sorry…” they all murmured.

“Wait, so you ‘fix’ the Honmoon? How?”

“I tie it up, like sewing each rip from the demons that come out.” You pinch both of your index and thumbs close together, pulling them apart to reveal a sparkling thread manifested between your fingers.

“My family helped the hunters on the sidelines, keeping under the radar and cleaning up the seams while every trio focused on their goal, sealing the Honmoon gold.”

Three pairs of eyes watched in amazement as the thread gently flowed like smoke before it dispersed into tiny particles.

“Hold on, if you’re part hunter, how come Celine never mentioned anything about it?” The question made you tense for a moment before controlling your nerves and hiding behind your crafted persona of being nonchalantly chill.

“My mom was the Sunlight Sisters’ bodyguard back when the trio were still together. She and Celine had a falling out apparently— or at least that’s what my mom always told me.” An awkward chuckle left your lips, adding to the whole ‘tense-about-my-family-history’ bit quite well.

“Do you know why?” Zoey asked softly, the three were already sympathizing with you. Rumi has a different reason for it.

You shook your head, “nah, not really. The media said my mom retired— how her contract with them ended, but all of that wasn’t true. Mom said she tried staying by their side to protect them, but the rift between her and the last hunters was too big that even she couldn’t stitch back up. An argument happened and she just left for everyone’s sake.”

Everything was silent which prompted you to look up and see the three staring at you with shock and empathy at the reveal of your connected destiny. You held up your hands and chuckled to ease the solemn atmosphere, “b-but that’s all in the past now. Mom lived somewhere more peaceful, had me, and lived happily and fulfilled even at the end! And now I’m just fulfilling my role like the rest of my family did for generations, helping you girls.”

“This is a lot to take in.”

“Yeah, can’t believe Celine never mentioned this before.”

“Maybe it’s for the best,” you interjected, “my mother always states just how nasty their falling out was. Harsh words were said and feelings were hurt deeply.”

Everyone murmured and nodded in agreement.

“Well anyway, I look forward to protecting and supporting you three. Let’s hope it’s going to be better than the previous generation’s history.”

The joke received soft laughs and giggles as everyone stood up.

“So, I heard something about you three going out today?”

“Yup, Zoey’s got an idea on how to help with Rumi’s voice,” Mira smirks, looking at the bouncing Mak-nae.

“It’s our best bet. Let’s go change and head out already! The sooner we get there, the sooner we can heal Rumi’s voice!” Zoey squeals as she skips over to the elevator with the rest in tow.

========== Outdoors ==========

“He’s got these special tonics!” Zoey beamed, eyes glued on her phone to track the direction for this ‘clinic’, “Apparently, it can heal anything from sore throats and relationship problems.”

You’re behind the group, practically towering over the three like a brick wall. Sunglasses on your face and hands in your pockets, not really concealing your identity since you’re not known to the public like the three idols.

“That doesn’t sound— augh!” Mira cut you off with an unexpected elbow to your side, making you hunch over and give her a look of pained betrayal, while she just gave you a reprimanding side eye. The act didn’t hurt, but you gotta act soft to pull off being human.

“Shh! Quietly, Zoey,” Rumi whispered, blocking her own face with her hand in an attempt to conceal more of her identity.

“Why are there so many people today?” Mira comments, looking at the crowd gathered in public.

“Maybe a sale is happening to one of the stores or something, I’d be attending if it were food sales.” You quipped with a shrug, smiling to yourself at the thought of discounted foods.

“Of course you would.” Rumi sighed and threw a smirk back at you.

“Ooh! It’s down that alleyway.” Zoey chirped, already skipping ahead while the rest of you followed.

Your ears caught a few civilians curious about a ‘free concert at noon’ and ‘who are the Saja Boys?’ before you shook your head and continued walking.

The trio stood in front of a small clinic, Mira deadpanning at the ad on the front entrance. “Yep, about as legit as I expected.”

“‘Earthy and herby’… Smells legit yo me.” Rumi shrugged with a chuckle, Zoey beamed with excitement, and clapped her hands before swooping Rumi into a big hug.

“Yay! That’s the spirit! Gajagajagaja(가자)!”

“Hurry, before someone sees us.”

You scowled at the clinic sign, your disdain for the establishment clear even with your sunglasses, and Mira took notice and pulled you in by the sleeve of your hoodie.

“Come on, you’re like a dog being sent to a vet.” She points out with a smirk to which you just scoffed, “This is obviously a scam…”

The tall girl raises her brow at you, throwing a thumb behind her where Zoey is bouncing with joy. “You gonna tell her that?” She asked with a challenging smirk.

You look past her and to Zoey before deflating into a sulk. You couldn’t burst the young girl’s bubble, so you kept your mouth shut.

The girls sat waiting in the clinic office. They tried giving you a seat, but you stubbornly refused and leaned on the wall with your arms crossed next to Mira. Your eyes caught the framed pictures on the wall just as Rumi’s did, turning to Zoey, where the Mak-nae just gave her two thumbs up and a beaming smile. Rumi returned the gesture with her own forced grin.

“Please tell me you three have more ideas on how to help with Rumi’s voice than this…” You leaned down to whisper to the hunter reading the magazine she got somewhere.

“It’s Zoey’s idea. Besides, it’s not the worst option out of the 57 options.”

“57?! An actual doctor would have been a greater option!” Your whisper turned into a hiss of disbelief, actually dragging a hand down your face at their way of handling medical issues with a clear quack!

“(Y/N)? Are you okay? You sound odd. Do you want the doctor to check on your voice, too?” Zoey turned with worry that you just cleared your throat, gently waved off her offer with a smile while you stood upright against the wall again.

“No thanks, Zoey. I’m okay, this is normal for me. I appreciate the concern.”

She shrugged and brushed it off with a ‘okay, suit yourself.’ before going back to her phone to watch… turtles?

Both Rumi and Mira gave you a knowing smirk that teased how even you didn’t have the heart to call out their third member of this ridiculous idea. Your face flushed red and you just gave them a motion to cut it out, the silent teasing getting cut off with the doctor coming in.

“Rumi Nim.” He called as we bowed when he entered, “Sit, sit. You need no introduction.” The three sat back down, but while you leaned against the wall, your eyes glared at the man behind your sunglasses.

“So, a problem with your voice.”

“Yes! So we need one of your awesome tonics. Something that will work super fast.” Zoey spoke with so much admiration for this man’s supposed ‘miracle’ tonics.

“Okay, let me see…” he lowers his glasses and looks at Rumi. The girl opens her mouth so he can check her throat.

“Ahhhh.”

“Uh-uh-uh.” He stopped her with a hand raised, “In order to heal a part, we must understand the whole.” Rumi just stared at him with confusion while her mouth was still open.

He took a deep breath before grunting out an odd noise and intensely stared at the pop star, who leaned back with a bewildered expression. Eyes so wide you would’ve jumped the man if it wasn’t for Mira holding you by your belt and a warning glare.

Okay- you were definitely traumatized with your years of protecting generations of hunters, maybe a tad too overprotective ever since your long hiatus of being their shield.

“Uhh…”

“I see…” he points, leaning closer with his intense eyes.

“I seeeee….” Rumi just kept leaning back, quite scared at this very unusual medical practice.

“No. Actually, I don’t see.” He spoke with interest and confusion, pushing his glasses back up, then leaning back away from her, “Very strange. You have lots of walls up.”

“Woah! He’s so good, right?” Zoey fawned at the man’s analysis of their leader. You just rolled your eyes behind the shades and stood quietly with your arms crossed over your chest, Bubby firmly squished behind your biceps. Sorry, Bubby.

“So many walls.” The doctor repeated as if in disbelief at how closed off Rumi is.

“Walls?” Rumi scoffs with a confidence only you could wish to have when people point out your weird tendencies, talking to the air. “I don’t have walls.”

“Uh, yeah, you do.” Mira peeks at the magazine before whispering to Zoey, “he is kind of good…”

You’re now busying yourself by peeking into the magazine the tall girl is reading, interested by the contents of branded products the trio are seen advertising on a page.

‘Wonder if I have enough money for earrings…’

“I’m just trying to stay focused.” Rumi defended with her hands out. “Hmm…” She stiffened when the doctor got close again.

“Focus is good,” he nods before standing back upright, “but focusing on one part leads to ignoring other parts, making you separate, isolated.”

“Ooh, ooh! Emotionally closed off?” Zoey pitched in with her hand raised like she’s in a classroom recitation.

“Yes! Yes!” He chuckles at her enthusiasm,

“She’s also a workaholic, doesn’t know how to relax,” Mira added, putting the magazine down. Rumi’s forehead subtly creased in disbelief that her team is literally exposing her to the doctor.

You opened your mouth to say something, but a glare from the idol made your jaw snap shut.

“I know how to relax!” She pouts, “I bet she refuses to go to the bathhouse with you.” The doctor teased with a smirk beside Rumi as he pointed at the three of you.

“Oh my gosh, yes!” Zoey exclaimed with elation.

“How did you even—“

“Dude, we’ve been trying to take her to the bathhouse— Forever!” Zoey, Mira, and the doctor laugh lightheartedly while Rumi’s face flushed with embarrassment at the harmless jab of the bathhouse situation.

You thankfully noticed her suffering and helped out of the amusing situation, “Okay, enough teasing. How is this helpful?”

“It’s helping me a lot,” Mira responded with a delighted smirk.

“Woah, I can’t believe you got all that wisdom just from looking at her.” With naively placed admiration, Zoey spoke like the doctor was a miracle himself.

The doctor squints his eyes at the Mak-nae before walking close and surveying her with the same intense eyes he did with Rumi. It bristled you, though you just sank further into your crossed arms, desperately trying so hard not to lunge at the man like a feral guard dog.

“I see….”

“Wait, why are you looking at me?” She nervously asked while her eyes darted between the three of you before smiling awkwardly at the doctor.

“Eagerness to please.” He read the girl like an open book, “maybe a little too eager.”

“What?” She squeaked before letting out an airy giggle, brushing it off with a wave of her hand, “I’m not like that. You guys would tell me if I was really like that, right?!” Her behavior immediately turned anxious and panicked, turning to you guys, where Mira and Rumi gave each other a look. “Um…”

“Hmmm….” He turns to Mira, and she’s immediately straight-faced at the unsolicited scanning, “I see…”

“Hrrmg..”

“Hmm…”

“HRGMMH…”

“HMMM!!”

“…RAH!”

The doctor gasped, flinching back with a whimper of a bitten puppy.

“Yeah, that’s right.” She smugly said as she won the ‘battle’.

The doctor regained his composure when his gaze turned to you, about to do the same analysis.

“Try and I’ll have you analyzing pieces of your glasses up your a—“ “WOAH! Okay! Calm down.” Rumi stood up, already blocking your path as she faced him.

“How does this help me get my voice back?”

“As I said, to treat the part, we must understand the wholeeee…” he drawls out all ‘namaste’ that got you already done with his bullshit, but he did have a decent wisdom about understanding the whole picture thing to fix he problem.

Rumi slumps with a groan, “That’s great and all, but I thought we were just here for your tonics?” Her patience was already wearing thin, but not close enough, she’d have you go for the guy.

“Just give us the voice juice.” Mira demands, also done with his whole shenanigans.

“Mm… I know just the tonics you need.” He smiled, escorting you four out of his office and to the front desk.

Zoey and Mira went to wait outside, saying it was too cold in the clinic. You nodded and stayed behind with Rumi, still keeping an eye on the two through the glass.

“Don’t you want to sit? You’ve been standing since we got here.” Rumi asked, patting the bench she’s relaxed on.

“Nope. I hate it here.” You scowled, almost pouting as you kept being stubborn about not wanting to touch anything in the building.

“What, scared of clinics?” She snickered, finding it amusing how a large person like you could be scared of something so… average.

You scratched your cheek and glanced at the man behind the reception before huffing at her. “Sure, we’ll go with that.”

“If it helps, you don’t need to act all professional with us. Just call us by our names like we’re friends. You did say you’re in our age range.” It gave you time to think, nodding at the idol and mumbling, “I’ll keep that in mind.”

You two wait, and her eyes land on another set of photos hung up on the wall. This time, it was a recognizable picture as it was their photo. A Huntr/x promotional ad for drinks.

“Is that… us?” She observes the photo closely, not recalling ever meeting this man at any event, much less a sponsorship.

The photo was clearly cut out from promotional magazines. The falling sticker of the doctor was proof enough that this was fake.

You snort, pressing a hand up your face to cover your amusement while Rumi groans, pressing a finger on her brow, “Zoey…”

The doctor came back holding a box, “Your tonics are readyyy!” He grins brightly as he places it on the counter, calculating the cost behind the computer.

Before you could speak, Rumi paid and took the box in her arms. You just stood there frozen, the corner of your lip twitching before you gave the pop star a tense smile.

“You can go ahead. I have questions to ask the doctor if he has tonics to cure my headache.” Your tense and weird behavior didn’t get caught by her, so she just nodded, “Okay, we’ll wait for you outside. Be quick.”

The moment she’s out the door, you drop your ‘nicer’ bodyguard act and turn to the quack doctor like a shark who smelled blood. He flinched and gave a nervous smile, “s-so.. headache..?”

“Definitely a headache. Let’s chat.”

=== With Huntr/x ===

“We got the tonics!” “—wooh!”

“We got the tonics!”

Mira and Zoey chant as Rumi walks out, Zoey jumping with joy with her hands up, “Yay! Once your voice is fixed, we can get back to the important stuff, like the fans.”

“Where’s our new bodyguard?”

“She said something about a headache and that she’s going to get some tonics for that.”

Mira’s face falls in disbelief that you, of all people, fell for this quack doctor’s scam. Especially not after your display of displeasure towards the doctor. “What?”

“We can wait for a minute or so. Barely anyone is walking this way anyway.”

Just as she said that, they noticed shadows ahead of them signaled people coming in their direction.

“Fans!” Zoey yelps, the three panicking like cartoon squirrels as they looked for a place to hide.

“We can’t let them see us!”

“Our bodyguard would’ve been a real helpful wall to hide behind right now!”

Zoey jumps behind Rumi, Mira following in suit and pulling the leader’s hood up before pushing her head down behind the box of tonics she’s carrying. “Be cool. Look normal.”

===( Cue Music lol )===

===(Now playing: Love me right - EXO)===

Four vastly attractive males walked around the corner, all wearing colorful attire as they conversed with each other.

Zoey and Mira peeked out behind Rumi with curiosity, just in time to see the group do a synchronized hair flick. Both girls were now standing beside their leader, eyes turned into hearts, while Rumi looked weirded out.

The muscular one of the group stretched his arms out over his head. His shirt was just barely flying upwards that exposing his taut muscles underneath, which immediately caught Zoey’s gaze, her eyes comically turning into… abs?

His shirt button strained as he stretched his arms to the sides. Zoey drooled while her eyes turned to… corn? Girl, what is happening with you—

One button gave out and shot at the Mak-nae. Apparently, it's equivalent to adding butter to her corn eyes while her face heated up as she bit her bottom lip.

The man’s shirt finally gave out, shirt flying open for his toned body to be revealed to the world— or in this case, the girls.

“B— AHHHH!!!”

Zoey screams, all flustered as her eyes produce popcorn into her bucket hat serving as a bowl. Mira also produces popcorn out of her eyes through her glasses, snacking on them with Zoey’s bucket hat as they gawk at the group of men.

“So…. *munch* hot… *munch*”

Rumi rolls her eyes with a scoff, “You guys are so gro….” The words died on her lips when her gaze met the male behind the four.

The music faded from the playful beat to a soft piano romance scale.

===( Cue Music 2 )===

===(Now playing: Love, Maybe - MeloMance)===

The sunlight brightened, and the wind blew abruptly at her face like the start of a K-Drama meeting, making her squint.

The pretty boy walked past Rumi while her eyes were glued to his face, his shoulder bumping into her, and everything went into slow motion. Their eyes met when he swiveled around from impact, the pop star already falling back. She accidentally tossed the box of tonics in the air, which opened quite concerningly easy, then fell with her hands up and an absurd expression on her face. The tonics rained down onto the ground just as Rumi hit the ground, the bell in her pocket slipping out and ringing on the asphalt.  

The man was holding his hand out as if to help her up, Rumi reaching to grab his hand with sparkling eyes as the music seemed to get louder…

The music slid off track when he took his hand and just brushed his shoulder.

== (Music slides off the track) ==

The hunter furrowed her brows with a perplexed expression, still with her hand out.

He gives an annoyed hiss and glares at the girl, “Watch yourself.” Arrogantly as he came, he began walking away, leaving the trio flabbergasted at their attitude.

Before he could walk away, a heavy arm latched over his shoulders and pulled him back to a solid form. “And where do you think you’re going, pretty boy?”

He grunts, hand gripping the arm trapping him around his neck, and looks up to see you tensely grinning down at him with a pissed off expression.

“You’re going to apologize for that disrespectful manner, buddy. Didn’t your mom teach you respect?” Condescendingly patting his cheek, his friends were about to jump in before you held your hand out to them.

“Uh-uh. You four stay there.” The warning left your lips as your head slowly turned towards them, “I’m sure your leader here can do a simple apology himself.”

You shove the man towards the girls and follow behind, grabbing his nape and forcing him to bow. “What do we say?”

He looked humiliated and sputtered out a meek— “I- I-I’m sorry.”

“Good. Wasn’t that so hard?” You cooed like you’re praising a baby before tossing him back to his group. The baby face and Casanova catching him as he stumbled back, the big man glaring at you.

You just pulled your sunglasses down and looked at him blankly, sizing him up before a scoff left your lips. “Watch yourself, big guy. I can bench all five of you and can absolutely out-squat you with those toothpick ass legs.”

The group gave baffled, timid, and irritated reactions as they collected themselves and strolled out of the alleyway.

You turned around, face instantly slipping to a soft, welcoming expression as you crouched in front of Rumi with your hand out to help her up.

“Everything okay? Nothing broken?” You asked with a radiant smile, the girls could only visualize you as a dog with its tail wagging, like it's waiting for treats.

‘…the duality of this woman.’ The three thought synchronously before shaking their heads, Rumi being thankful that you assisted her up.

“Nothing broken. Just a small fall. Look at this mess.” She brushes her clothes off dust, already crouched down to pick up the tonic pouches scattered on the floor, the rest of you helping clean up the mess.

“Yeah! They’re not even that cute.”

“They’re so…blerg!”

“They’re so.. ug-ough-argh!”

“No, they’re…U-uwoorgh-!” “Blaah!” “Blerghh!”

The trio began to pretend to gag, burying their attractions deep down. You just watched like they’re possessed or something.

“I’m gonna throw up…” Mira mumbled that you took seriously and already handed her a bag to throw up into.

“What- no. I was being sarcastic.” She pushes it back to you, “Where did you even get this?”

“Like I said before, I’m prepared most of the time. No one’s dying on my watch! Unless they already died, you know?”

“Oh! How’d you even know we’re in trouble? Well, not ‘trouble’ trouble, but like dignity trouble.”

“Uhh….” The trio stared at you.

=+++={ Flashback }=+++=

You were staring Dr. Han down with a heavy glare as he prescribed you a list for your ‘headache’, though it’s actually an ingredients list for sore throats.

“If those expensive tonics are not what you claim to be, I’m coming back here, and you don’t want that. I’ll make sure authorities take a closer eye on those ‘degrees’ on your wall.” The threat leaves your mouth with a firm warning, the intern and doctor nodding in fear. Dr. Han was sweating bullets at the thought.

“A-actually, let me grab you a free box— TWO for the inconvenience!” He ushered his intern, who ran off to fetch the promised goods. The guy returns and hands the boxes to you like it was a peace offering, to which you just huffed and snatched the list and boxes, being decent enough to respectfully pay a decent sum for the products.

“Don’t even think about scamming other—“ Your ears caught the ring of your bell that made you leave just in time to see Rumi on the ground and a male who disrespected her with humiliation.

=+++={ End of Flashback }=+++=

“Uhhh…. Coincidence. I was already out the door.” You lied smoothly with an innocent grin.

The three gave you suspicious looks before shrugging it off, until Mira found something interesting near the tonics.

“What is this? Like a lost bell, the guy packed in here?” She asked as she held up the bell you gave to Rumi. She rang it twice, which made your eye twitch at the noise from this close proximity.

“That’s mine!” Rumi yelped, snatching the bell and shoving it in her pockets, “Um, (Y/N) gave it to me that night. Helped me calm down, is all!”

You, Mira, and Zoey all stared at the frantic girl with wide eyes at her reaction.

“Oookay… we’re not trying to take it.” Zoey held her hands up.

“Why a bell?” Mira inquired, turning to face you. You pull out Bubby from your chest pocket and hold him up in front of you.

“It came from Bubby! Always helped me when I’m freaking out.” You smiled, moving Bubby’s fins to have him wave ‘hello’. Zoey awwed and greeted the shark with coos and baby talk about how cute he is, despite being dirty, she could tell Bubby is very loved.

The four of you stood up after cleaning the whole mess and walked out of the alleyway,

“Wait, what is that?” Rumi questioned, as all of you hear faint music.

'I have a bad feeling...' The thought lingered in your mind as the four of you left the alleyway. Rumi insists she carries the box of tonics because you already have two in your hands.

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Hoorayy! It's here! I apologize for the wait. My ancient laptop is clinging to dear life and couldn't handle 10k words of work. I hope you guys enjoy the chapter and bear with the side stories I'll continue to put out if the main series is taking me longer than it should. For the record, I write the stories while I watch the movie again and again. (Just saying it again because my friend found me here lol) As always, feel free to let me know any mistakes and need corrections, comments are open for anything but bad intentions. The comments often make my day, thank you <3

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[moonlight-fawn]

the way I lowkey wish I never heard about mitski’s tour with Ethel Cain and Laufey because it truly has the possibility of changing my future

[whatifitis]

♡ The Story of Tonight - LH 44 ♡

Summary: Your whole life, you lived in complete darkness. No sign of hope or light or love. Everything was just black and white. But after meeting your soulmate, what happens?

Author's note: this is based off this request! i hope i did it justice and im so sorry for the long wait. this is not proofread and feedback is always appreciated <3

WC: 2418

CW: fluff, essentially my ramblings after having no sleep

The paddock was abuzz with thrill and anticipation for the events that may occur today. The Monaco Grand Prix is today and there are three drivers who are in the lead to be this year's World Champion: Max Verstappen, Lando Norris, and none other than Sir Lewis Hamilton. 

It is your first time attending a Grand Prix after having followed the sport for basically your whole life. After saving money for years and fighting tooth and nail for a decent ticket, you were officially set to attend one of the most anticipated races out of the calendar year. 

You were practically born a Ferrari fan, it was in your blood to support your team through thick and thin. You grew up watching your favorites become drivers for Ferrari, I mean, everyone is a Ferrari fan at the end of the day. Although, it was often difficult at times to appreciate certain aspects. Everyone always raved about Ferrari and its color scheme, mainly being red. Talk about how the color matched the spirit of Ferrari with passion and fiery. But you never understood it. 

To this day, you still see black and white. There was no color, no life, just you drowning in a world of nothing. Growing up, most of your friends and family were lucky enough to meet their soulmate young, allowing them to finally see everything the world really had to offer. They were lucky enough to appreciate colors with their person. But here you were, almost halfway through your life and you still lived in black and white. 

For so long of your life, you were angry. You just wanted to be like everyone else. You wanted to see what everyone saw. You wanted to meet your person. You wanted to know how it felt. How it felt being in love and knowing that the person in front of you was it for you. You wanted to know how it felt to be secure, happy. But now you’ve learned that maybe it’s just not for you. Not everyone is meant to fall in love and be loved. So, it’s okay. You’ve learned how to live without it and how to be content with the life you have now. 

Now, you know better. You spend your days working and appreciating the moments you get with your friends and family. And today, you were ecstatic because you were able to pay for a trip to Monaco to watch the Grand Prix, not just for you, but for your best friend as well. It was the least you could do considering she’s been there for you for every waking moment that you may have needed her. 

The two of you were getting ready in the hotel, probably overthinking every little aspect but atleast neither of you were alone. 

“Okay, I still don’t know if I wanna wear a dress or if I wanna go with pants. Like, how hot is it going to be? I know the weather app can tell me but Monaco heat could be different from London heat. Also, which one won’t make me seem out of place? I don’t wanna look like I don’t know what I’m doing even though that is the case.” you started rambling, panicking because you were about to be surrounded by people who are famous and, not to be rude, but probably snobby. 

“Hmm, maybe those jeans with a white t-shirt? And you can layer that red jacket on top so if it gets too hot, you can just take it off.” your friend, Faith, says. 

Walking over to the mirror, you place the shirt and pants in front of you to see how it would come together, “I could use the black purse, right? And maybe some jewelry?”

“Yes, babe. You’re gonna look fit. You know, I bet you that you will pull today. Someone is gonna ask for your number and I’m willing to bet so much money that it’ll be one of the drivers. Who knows, maybe it’ll be Lance Stroll? Or or… a retired driver… like someone who’s name starts with a ‘J’ and is also British.” your friend jokingly states, pursing her lips are you. 

“First of all, I think Jenson Button is married… with children. Second of all, I’m not pulling anyone or anything. The only thing I’ll probably pull is a muscle or a door that says it needs to be pushed.” 

“Right… Well, put your clothes on so we can get going. I wanna get there before the race actually starts. Come on, chop chop.” Faith claps her hands at you, trying to get you to actually hurry up. 

-=+=-

The paddock seemed to be a lot calmer than what you thought it would actually be like. For so long, you assumed that people were constantly running around and that things were always being moved. In reality, it’s quite calm. Everyone just walks and talks throughout the day, no sense of urgency at all. 

You and Faith were sitting on a bench and talking while you waited for the race to start. 

“No, what I’m saying is that I would’ve been sick as a character on Glee.” 

Raising an eyebrow at your friend, you entertain her “Yeah? How so?”

“Well, first of all, I wouldn’t be the worst or the best singer. I’d be about average. I’m also a mid dancer. But, I have some pretty good jokes. I also think I could’ve had some sick lore with Jessie. Like I could’ve been his baby mama.”

With a hand running down your face, “Faith… what the fuck?” you laugh. 

“What? Did I lie? No, and here’s why. Honestly, my castmates, especially Lea Michele, would absolu-” Faith was explaining until she was interrupted by shouts and hollers from fans and cameramen. 

The both of you turned to look at what all the commotion was when all of a sudden THE Lewis Hamilton was sprinting past. As per usual, the man was wearing his headphones and just trying to get from one place to another without much interruption or distraction. However, he looked up from the ground and locked eyes with you. 

Colors. 

You saw colors? How could that be possible? One second everything was normal and black and white. Now everything is golden. Okay, not exactly golden but pretty damn close. It’s so beautiful. You almost cried from the overwhelming emotion of finally understanding what people were talking about. But, how can this be? People are only able to see color when they meet their soulmate. So was… Lewis Hamilton was your soulmate?

“Fuck.” you said. 

“Huh?” Faith turned to you. 

Lewis had already disappeared into a garage by the time you came to your realization. He was gone. 

“He’s my- Lewis- He’s- No, it’s not possible.”

“Babe, spit it out. Yes, that was Lewis Hamilton and you missed the opportunity to take a pic of him for you dad because you were too busy drooling over him.” 

“No. Faith. He’s- I can see colors.”

“Holy shit! No way. That’s amazing, babes. Congra- WAIT. NO.”

“Yes!” 

“Oh my fucking god. But… Lewis?”

“Everything was normal until we locked eyes. When we locked eyes, everything just… changed. I can see every color. Green. Blue. Purple. Red. He was wearing red. A really nice red…” 

“Yeah, no shit. We have to get a hold of him. He’s your soulmate.” 

“No. I’m probably wrong. It’s probably someone else that was in that crowd.”

“Did you make eye contact with any of them?”

“No”

“Right, so, you’re a dumb bitch and Lewis Hamilton is your soulmate. Let’s go find him.” Faith states, jumping from her seat on the bench. 

“Faith, no. Sit back down. We are no-”

You were reaching for Faith’s hand, pulling her back to sit down next to you when a blonde woman in red came out racing towards you. 

“Hi. I’m so sorry to bother you. But I’m gonna need you to come with me, please. At the request of Lewis Hamilton. He wishes to speak with you as soon as possible. Preferably before he has to get in the car.”

You and Faith stood there in shock. Complete silence swallowed you whole and the only way you were brought out of your empty mind was for Faith to physically pull you off the bench and towards a hallway which only allowed drivers and crew members. 

The two of you followed the blonde woman down a few corridors before she turned to face you again and began introducing herself, “Hello. I’m so sorry but I probably should have introduced myself. Can’t imagine how strange it was for me to come up and demand you come with me. I’m Angela and I’m Lewis’ personal trainer. Lewis said that as he was walking to the garage, he saw you and that’s when it happened.”

“Yeah. She saw color and oh my god. I’m so excited for this. I’m sorry for speaking for her but she needs a moment before she’s able to talk again. It’s quite overwhelming for her, I think.” Faith rambles. You appreciate her doing so. 

You simply nod and watch as Angela turns her back to you and continues leading you. After passing a few more corners, you found yourself in the Ferrari garage. You watched as all the engineers raced around and made a few final inspections on the car. Some of the guys were already strategizing and discussing possibilities of certain things happening in the race. 

From the corner of the room, everything moved in slow motion in front of you. You could feel your breathing as it quickened in pace. A strange feeling, you must admit. Every single person in this room had a job to do. Lewis counted on all these people to help him win races. It’s hard to imagine the weight on his shoulders. 

Before you could fold into yourself and escape into a space in your head, Faith poked your rib and pointed to a wall in the room. Well, to be specific, it was Angela walking towards Lewis and letting him know of your arrival. Lewis looked up at you again and it was like a second wave of liveliness. The first time he looked at you, the world came to life and surrounded you with color and warmth. Now, when he looks at you, it’s like you’ve just come to life. After years of just surviving, now you get to live… and possibly even feel things you haven’t before. 

In the blink of an eye, Lewis was standing right in front of you. 

“Hey, I’m Lewis.” he states, holding his hand out for you to shake. 

You softly place your hand in his, trying to hide the nervousness coursing through your body, “Hi, I’m Y/n.”

“Y/n. That’s a beautiful name.” he smiles and you completely melt. His eyes crinkle in the corners as sparkles lace his brown eyes. What a beautiful sight. You could definitely get used to this. 

“Thank you.”

“I’m so sorry about all the chaos, by the way. It’s been a hectic day and the race is about to start. But when I saw you, and I saw everything. Like my world came to life. When it happened, I guess I was in quite a bit of shock. It also didn’t help being separated by so many people. Once I got the chance, I immediately called Angela and asked her to find you for me. I really want to talk to you and get to know you. Possibly after the race? We could go somewhere quiet. Preferably somewhere where there won’t be many people.” 

“Yeah. Yeah, no, that’d be great. I’d love to talk. I’d really like to get to know you.”

“I’m glad the feeling is mutual then. And I guess it’s a good thing you look good in red. You’ll be surrounded by a lot of Ferrari in the future. That is, if you’re okay with that.”

Barely one conversation in and he already had you blushing and melting, “I’d love that. Now that I can finally see it, I think I can safely say that red is indeed my color.” you let out a soft laugh. And to your surprise, he laughs too. 

“Agreed. I gotta get back to work now. But feel free to watch the race down here. We can get you and your friend some headphones so you can hear everything and you’ll be able to watch the race through those monitors.” Lewis explains, pointing to where the monitors can be found, “Oh and I’m so sorry. It’s quite rude of me to not introduce myself to your friend. Hi, I’m Lewis.”

Faith and Lewis exchange greetings and chat for a moment before Lewis ends up going back to work again. 

“I’ll find you after the race, yeah?”

“Yeah. I’ll be here. Although I might pass out once all the adrenaline wears off. I did not expect to be in the Ferrari garage today, let alone meeting you and finding out you’re…”

“A pleasant surprise. It’s made my day, honestly. This may be better than a podium or race win. Okay, talk later, darling.” With a kiss on the cheek, Lewis walks off to his car and begins his pre-race routine. 

Everything today was so unexpected. You had saved for this trip for months and now that you’re finally here, you meet your soulmate? It’s all so terrifying and new. You don’t know how this will go. For all you now, you could completely fumble everything and end up back where you started, alone and void of so many things. But for now, you’ll appreciate this special moment. You’ll appreciate the feeling today has brought you and take everything one step at a time. If everything works out, this will be the person you’ll be running home to, and that is something you honestly can’t wait for. 

-=+=-

“And the story of tonight? Sir Lewis Hamilton seems to have found his soulmate. He’s been going around the paddock and just looking at and observing just about anything. Just admiring random objects and the colors they are. Just a few minutes ago, he was observing a potted plant very closely, inspecting the colors it had to offer him. Now, who do we think the lucky girl is? The one who gets to take Sir Lewis Hamilton home. The one who will get to comb through the complicated braids of life with the legend himself.”

[trashland-llamas]

Fork in the Road

x gn reader

Plot bunny/ramble based off the one Cells! At Work episode where the rbc tries to navigate the circulatory system & wbc follows her, making sure it goes well. Instead it’s the batfam w/ their vigilante identities and Reader.

Reader who tends to be easily taken advantage of by Gotham locals, what with being a transplant to the area. But one day they decide they want to learn how to navigate the city, as in go through all the train and subways lines. And then at the end, figure their way back home. It starts with Dick in Bludhaven, riding on top of the train in his Nightwing attire with a clear view of Reader sitting in an aisle seat. Showing their ticket to the conductor, smooth sailing ahead. He’s noticed by a few Gothamites who just hope that his presence doesn’t make them late to work.

‘You’re being a creep. I don’t know how Reader hasn’t spotted you.’ Jason tells him, coming to take the next shift as they had started to encroach on Jason’s patrol territory. ‘I just want to keep them safe.’ Once again, everything goes well as the ghost that was the Red Hood lurking close by. No one dared bother Reader with their scary guard dog privilege equipped. They get spun around a few times and Jason has to stop himself from helping or comforting them. Dick strictly said they only could if it was life or death. So he instead watches from the shadows as Reader pulls out their phone and successfully corrects course. ‘Tag, you’re it.’ Is all he says to Damian after exiting the subway.

Damian helps them get to the edges of the city so Tim can then do the dutiful job of supervising them on their way back to the center. Damian isn't nearly as watchful as Jason or Dick. Oddly defending their choice. Getting into an argument over the phone with the others, 'You all told them to be more self-sufficient. That's why we taught them self defense. For fucks sake, have a little more faith in them.' Hanging up, he places a tracker on their backpack. A last ditch effort in case they did end up lost and unable to find their way back. At the very least to keep his brothers from breathing down his neck.

Tim has the easiest job as Reader's able to apply everything they've learned up to that point. He's not even dressed in his usual Robin attire when he walks straight up to them. The weekly family dinner taking place at the manor and Bruce told them to invite Reader. An invitation that they had agreed to, dressing casual. It wasn't a gala, they reasoned. The duo is two stops away from their destination. Making light conversation, 'heading to the manor?'

'Oh, hey Tim.' While it wasn't out of the norm for him to take public transport, he was a known figure. Wouldn't it be better to travel via Bruce's private car? 'Having a good day so far?' Reader lets out a long 'eh' sound, exhausted by their travels. But ends up yapping all about their adventure into the city. Tim perfectly acts as if he hadn't been following them for the past few hours. By the time they finish, they're at the manor's door with Alfred to greet them. They happily sigh at the thought of a nice, hot meal surrounded by familiar company.

[coichii]

LIGHTS ON ✭

—(🎧)—> the first flight went smooth, landing swiftly in Melbourne on a layover to Sydney to visit your wonderful long distance boyfriend. when the cold, wintery weather freezes up, turns out it’ll be a while before you see him again.

pairing - longdistance!bf!felix x fem!reader

genre - fluff & comfort (what a shocker)

word count - 1.8k (yk how I said it was gonna be rlly short..nvm! I was thinking like..barely 1k☠️)

warnings - cursing & that’s it!

series note : hello !! welcome to part six of my winter series, “winter records of love” where there will be 8 individual short stories for each member :) these stories are based off of songs I deem “winter” feeling ! this story is based off of “lights on” by Tyler, the creator. enjoy <3

Seeing your long distance boyfriend after what felt like years despite it only being months was blissful.

You always missed him. Missed his warm smile, adorable freckles, kind & loving words, and everything more. Missing him was all you did at this point.

So when you got a text from your boyfriend last month saying he’ll pay for your ticket to come visit him and his family, you couldn’t have been more happy. Ecstatic even.

You’re not surprised when you find yourself smiling at nothing on the flight to Melbourne, looking out the window at the beautiful, vast ocean of waves.

The excitement bubbled in your stomach. It’s always so nice to visit him and his family. His mother is always so caring, his father is funny and kind, and his sisters are entertaining and hilarious.

You loved seeing him most of all though. His warm kisses that you missed resonated on your cheek as you thought about him, warmth rising on rosy red cheeks.

You always visited him around this time, when the rain froze into snow. You remembered how he would always wrap his warm scarf around your neck, pulling you into his warm side.

“Plane is now descending into Melbourne. Please at this time, fasten your seatbelts and put up your food trays.” A voice over the intercom sounded, filling your heart with even more excitement.

It would be only a matter of time before you see him again.

◂—♥︎—▸

“What! What do you mean our flight is delayed!” A voice, angry bellowed from beside you. Delayed? What do you mean the flights delayed?

“Sir, calm down. As soon as the blizzard passes, we will board and take off for Sydney.” An attendee ushered, going back to talk with other worried staff.

Now that you think about it, you haven’t picked up your head from your phone much since you arrived, nor have you taken in your surroundings really.

You spare a glance to the side with a huge window and your eyes widen in shock.

The sky, runway, honestly everything, is completely white. All you see is snow absolutely overrunning the airport.

Yeah, there’s no flying in this.

Beep beep! Your phone sounds as you process everything. Looking down at it, you see an incoming call from felix and pick it up.

“Hey baby! How’s everything going!” You hear his voice on the other end of the phone. “You’re about to start boarding, right?”

“Ha.” You dryly chuckle. “It just got delayed. There’s a horrible blizzard...” You explain, voice trickling off at the end.

You play with your hands nervously as the people besides you get nervous, calling their families and telling them they won’t be able to make it intime for Christmas.

It’s hard to not let it get to you, causing you your own form of anxiety. If you can’t see him this holiday, you’re not sure what you’re going to do.

“Oh, that sucks, baby. I hope it clears up soon.” He pouts. You can’t see it of course, but you can hear it in his voice.

“Yeah I know. Sorry about it though.” You mumble, guilt sinking in. It’s been forever since you’ve seen him and he’s the one who payed for your ticket. This is the worst case scenario at this point.

“Hey, no no. Don’t apologize for something that isn’t your fault.” His voice was soft and reassuring, comforting you from your mind, which was slowly drowning you in guilt.

“Okay, ba-“ you were cut off by the sound of a speaker. You look around to find an atendee standing with a mic in her hand, an uneasy look on her face.

“Unfortunately, it is loooking like this plane won’t be taking off until tomorrow.” A collective groaning was heard. “Please come check in and we will offer our complimentary rooms to stay in.”

You were in complete shock, and so was everyone else. Until tomorrow? Could the weather actually be that bad?

“Hey, love? What’s going on?” He asked, weirded out by the sudden cut off of your voice. “Everything okay?”

“Uhm, no.” You replied, voice quivering slightly. “We have to stay overnight, I’m going to be so late.”

He notices the shiver in your voice, heart breaking at the sound of a slight sniffle. He knows you hate disappointing him, and he wants you to know that you’re not.

“Hey, angel. Don’t you worry about it, it can’t be helped. We’ll still be waiting for you, okay?” His warm voice felt like a comforting blanket being placed over your shoulders, comforting you in a secure and safe hold.

“Yeah, okay. I’ll call you tomorrow, baby. I’m sorry, I love you.” You respond as your cheeks turn red. You try to convince yourself it’s the bitter cold rushing in from the outside, but you know better.

“Don’t apologize, y/n. I love you too, good night, sweet girl.”

You hang up and make your way to your room, slamming your luggage that you had received onto the wall before plopping down on the bed.

Man, you can’t wait until this plane can take off.

◂—♥︎—▸

Turns out, you’re going to have to suck up those wishes.

You woke up this morning to absolute pandemonium. Angry people shouting at any staff member they saw, spewing their anger for something you couldn’t quite put your finger on.

“How are we supposed to go home if the flight is cancelled?” A young woman’s voice screamed, and your heart dropped to your stomach.

Cancelled?? Wait wait wait… that can’t be?

“We apologize for the inconvenience.” A robotic voice started over the speakers. “All flights departing have been cancelled until further notice. Please prepare to leave within the next twelve hours.”

You can’t believe it. You need to leave within twelve hours. Not only are you not going to be able to visit, but your stranded in a foreign country for who knows long just because of some stupid snow.

You can feel the tears swelling up in your eyes, them beginning to slowly tip over your bottom eyelid.

You go to the only sense of comfort you have left; Felix.

“Hey, baby!” He chirps, the phone only having to ring twice. “On your way?”

“I wish I could say that.” You dryly chuckle, and he can immediately tell that it holds no humor behind it.

“Baby? What wrong, is everything okay?” He asked, voice soft and comforting.

“It’s cancelled. I don’t know what to do or where to go, Lix.” You voice cracked, tears rolling down harder as your breathing unevened.

“Hey, listen. Everything is going to be okay. You can get a hotel and get the closest flight out of there, but don’t cry please. It’s all going to be okay.” He tried to comfort, but it mostly ricocheted off of you and fell on deaf ears.

“I’ll try the hotel, but the first flight to Melbourne is sold out, I heard about it before I called you. I’m stuck here.” Your voice trembles, the feeling of hopelessness creeping its way up your spine.

It feels like being in a forest at dark, owning a compass but it not spinning around the way it does. It feels like nothing is going to save you.

“My love, I need you to listen to me.”

Your ears lock on to his voice, paying the upmost attention to the soft yet firm tone of his words.

“Everything is going to be okay. You’re going to get yourself a hotel, and I’m going to figure something out for you soon, okay? You’ll be fine, I promise you.”

You can feel his words warming up your stomach like a pot of hot soup; comforting and home like.

And that’s what he always felt like to you.

◂—♥︎—▸

Knock knock knock! The loud sound echos off the hollow wooden door of the room.

You had booked a room at a nearby hotel, noticing multiple familiar faces from the airport staying there as well. It was a little tricky, but you eventually got settled at a room on the 3rd floor and hoisted all your luggage up there.

You must have fallen asleep there, because the time all of a sudden jumped from 11am to 5pm from when you had layed your head down.

Cautious, you make your way to the door, not forgetting to peer through the peephole first.

And then, you saw him.

“Felix!! Is that really fucking you?!” You shouted, heart blasting with joy and love after you opened the door. You practically shoved your body into him, laughing at a slight ‘oof’ sound he made when he hit the back wall.

“Yes it’s me, darling.” He coos at your incoming tears before quickly moving to wipe them away.

“H-how’d you come here so fast?” You whimpered, checking and touching his face as if to check if he was real and not a made up figment of imagination.

“I came just as soon as you hung up, i told you I’d figure something out, didn’t I?” He explained. You observed the love sick look in his eyes, wondering how somebody could be such an angel.

Wondering how you got so lucky with him.

“I’m so happy baby, I seriously love you so fucking much.” You said, finally letting go of him and ushering him into your cramped room.

“I love you too, princess. It was no problem.”

“No problem? The drive is eight hours!” You chucked, cuddling into him from where he had taken a seat on the small couch.

“Well, yeah. But it’s worth it for you.” He whispered, stating this as if was just some small thing he had did hold the door open for you.

But it was so much more. No one had ever shown you that they cared for you like this.

Ever.

“Let’s take a rest here for the night then we can go back to Sydney, yeah.” He suggested, and you jumped.

“Wait wait, you’re still taking me to Sydney? You don’t think that’s too much for you, babe?” You asked, eyebrows furrowing in slight concern.

“No, silly. You came here to see me and my family and that’s what you will do.” He giggled, pressing kisses over your cheeks and smiling at your reddening face.

All you could do was look at him, the most fond, loving look in your eyes.

Wow, this is definitely the man you’re going to marry.

[kikyoupdates]

Love Bite ⭑˚🩸⭑ 𝑟𝑢𝑑𝑒 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑟𝑢𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛

yandere!vampires x f!reader

yandere, reverse harem, original characters, vampire!ocs x fem!reader

Desperate for money to pay off your debts, you sign up for a program that allows you to sell your blood to vampires. At first, everything is fine, and you’re finally able to make ends meet. But they soon begin craving more than just your blood.

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Life really is ironic.

Just a few days ago, you were the one who needed to be brought to the hospital, but now, Caleb has taken your place. You’ve swapped from being the patient to being the chaperone, and frankly, you’re not sure if you want to laugh or cry.

“Ugh,” Caleb groans. He’s just stepped out of the doctor’s office and is hobbling weakly. There’s gauze taped to his nose, and his voice sounds vaguely stuffy when he talks. “That sucked. I sure as hell never want to do it again.”

You offer him a sympathetic smile. “I’m guessing it hurt a lot when he set your bone back in place. I can only imagine how uncomfortable that must have been.”

“It is what it is,” he sighs. “At least I didn’t need to have surgery to fix it. It’s a good thing it wasn’t a really bad fracture.”

You bite down on your lip. No part of this situation is good, and it’s ridiculous that he was attacked out of nowhere, meanwhile, the guy who injured him gets off scot-free.

Vampires face active discrimination every day. You know that for a fact. There are vampires like Elliot who don’t even feel comfortable going to a coffee shop because they worry they’ll scare people, and it’s true that humans say all sorts of cruel things about them, without even giving them a chance.

Not all vampires are bad. But of course, not all of them are good either.

You used to think Felix was the perfect example of this rule. Up until you met that bastard, Kai. He’s even worse than Felix. At least in Felix’s case, he’s simply an asshole who doesn’t know how to hold back. He’s greedy and childish, but you could tell that he wasn’t trying to cause you any discomfort. He was simply too caught up in the taste of your blood to bother restraining himself.

But in Kai’s case, he was very much trying to hurt Caleb. He did it just for the hell of it. Just to blow off some steam.

Vampire or human, it makes no difference.

Pricks like him are the fucking worst.

“If I ever see that douchebag again, I’m going to kick his ass,” you grimace, shaking your fist in frustration.

Caleb chuckles weakly. “No offense, but I doubt even I stand a chance against him, and I’m bigger than you. Their bodies are completely different from ours. They’re just way stronger.”

True. An ordinary human can’t possibly put up a fight against a vampire. Perhaps a skilled fighter, like a wrestler or a professional boxer, but between Kai, and you and Caleb, it’s obvious who would lose that fight.

That’s what sucks the most. The fact that he’s got so much strength and chooses to hurt others with it. Worse yet, he’s in a position of power thanks to his dad and doesn’t hesitate to abuse his authority. He knows he can get away with all kinds of fucked up shit. God, some people are just given the golden ticket in life.

“It’s okay, [Name].” He smiles, despite the fact that it probably hurts, and pats your shoulder. “I appreciate you getting angry on my behalf. But I’ll be fine. Sometimes unlucky stuff like that just happens. To be safe, I should probably start going to a different arcade, though. I’d rather not get my nose broken a second time.”

He laughs good-naturedly, and you briefly wonder if you would’ve been able to act the same way, had you been in his position.

...no, definitely not.

Perhaps that’s the difference between you and Caleb. When life beats you down, you sulk about it and let it damper your spirits. You keep trying to push through day by day, but it eats away at your soul and saps your hope. You become more bitter every time it happens, and in doing so, the joy of life slips further from your grasp.

But when life beats Caleb down, he endures it with a smile. He doesn’t lose the shine in his eyes and faces forward with no regrets.

You have to admit, you admire him for it. Even if he might not have suffered as much as you have in your lifetime, it takes a certain type of person to be able to stay optimistic in the face of adversity.

Caleb blinks. “What is it? Is there something on my face? Uh... I mean, other than all the gauze covering my nose.”

“No. It’s nothing.” You smile brightly. “I was just thinking you’re really cool. I like how you’re always so positive, no matter what. It might be hard for me to pull off, but I’m going to try to be more like you from now on.”

“Huh...?”

It takes a few seconds for your words to sink in, but once they do, Caleb’s cheeks practically burst into flames.

“Y-You’re giving me way too much credit,” he chuckles bashfully. Even the tips of his ears are getting red. You wonder if he’s not used to being complimented so earnestly. “It’s no big deal. I just don’t want to waste too much energy being upset about things. But... I’m glad you think I’m cool. I have to admit, it makes me feel pretty good about myself.”

You smile again. Going to the hospital is hardly a festive occasion, but with Caleb by your side, somehow, it’s actually kind of fun.

“...I’m not being a bother, am I? B-Because if you’re not comfortable doing this, I completely understand,” Elliot stammers.

You chuckle softly. He’s as neurotic as always, it seems. You think it’s rather cute how much he fusses over things, but at the same time, you’d rather he didn’t get so worked up for no reason.

“I wouldn’t have agreed to spend time with you if I wasn’t comfortable,” you reassure, setting your apron aside. Your shift is just about to be over, and you're closing again, so the coffee store is empty apart from the two of you.

Elliot blushes. “Oh. I-I guess that’s true. Sorry. I just really don’t want you to feel like I pressured you into doing this...”

“Of course not. I like being with you. You’re my favorite customer, remember?”

You playfully pinch his cheek to emphasize your statement, and his blush deepens tenfold. He even shrinks in on himself, awkwardly fiddling with his thumbs. To think that a vampire with strength and senses far superior to yours would be so timid... it just goes to show there’s all kinds of people in the world.

Before long, you’ve cleaned up and closed shop for the night, and then you step out into the dark of night, filling your lungs with fresh air.

“It’s kind of chilly,” you remark. “It’s getting colder and colder these days.”

“Really? I think it feels quite pleasant. It’s a lot better like this than when it’s warm.”

Well, that answers your question from before. It looks like vampires are much more comfortable at lower temperatures. You briefly wonder exactly how hot is too hot for them, but ultimately, you decide not to ask.

You flash Elliot a smile. “Okay, well, we’re here now, so what did you feel like doing? We could maybe grab a drink someplace nearby, if you’re up for it.”

“A drink? Oh, um... I guess we could. But truthfully, I’ve never worked up the nerve to try alcohol before,” he admits. “I heard the taste can be pretty strong, and I’m not sure if I have the stomach for it.”

“Well, not to peer-pressure you or anything, but sometimes it’s nice to try new things,” you grin. “And I guess part of me is secretly wondering how you’ll act if you get drunk.”

“That... probably won’t happen.”

“What?”

“Um, nothing. But sure, let’s try having some drinks. Like you said, new experiences can be fun. Especially with the right company,” he adds shyly.

He really is adorable. So much so that you can’t help the warmth that inevitably rises to your cheeks.

Shortly thereafter, though, your face is warm for an entirely different reason.

“These cocktails are so good,” you sigh happily, tilting your head back and letting the sugary alcoholic beverage stream down your throat.

Elliot’s brows knit together. “Are you okay, [Name]? I feel like you’ve been drinking a little too much. I don’t want you to get sick.”

“I’m fiiiine,” you dismiss. You stretch out the word, slurring your speech a bit. You’re getting pretty tipsy, but since no drunk person ever admits they’re drunk, you’re convinced that you’re perfectly fine.

“If you say so,” Elliot chuckles. “Don’t worry. I’ll be here to make sure nothing bad happens. But still... maybe try pacing yourself a bit more.”

You groan and flatten your cheek against the table, feeling a sudden head rush. The room is starting to spin a bit, and your body’s getting hotter by the second. If not for how intoxicated you are right now, the heat would have probably made you start sweating like crazy.

Actually, come to think of it...

“You’ve had more to drink than me,” you protest, pointing to several of the empty glasses sitting next to Elliot. “So why should I be the one to pace myself? Don’t you think that’s a bit hippo-hippo, uh-hypocritical of you?”

“I guess so,” he laughs. “Sorry. It turns out that I don’t actually mind the taste of alcohol as much as I thought I would.”

You purse your lips, and like every drunkard, you have the sudden urge to not be outdone.

“Let’s do shots,” you blurt. “First to get blackout drunk loses.”

Elliot’s brows jump. “Huh? I-I don’t think that’s such a good idea. More like, it’s almost guaranteed that you’ll be the one to lose...”

“Excuse me?” you gasp, visibly offended. “You only just started drinking today! There’s no way I’ll lose to a newbie!”

“Uh, no, you don’t understand. Vampires can’t actually—”

“Shots! We’re doing shots!”

Despite his best attempts to dissuade you, you’ve already made up your mind, and you’re not listening to any of his protests either.

In hindsight, you really wish you had.

“What’s... happening?” you mumble weakly. “You’ve been drinking so much more than me... and you still look... completely fine.”

Elliot’s expression is riddled with concern as he watches your head slump onto the table for the umpteenth time.

“This is why I said it wasn’t a good idea,” he frets, pressing his hand against your forehead. Just like Xavier, his fingers are ice cold, and they feel amazing atop your flushed skin.

“’M’not... drunk,” you babble semi-incoherently. “You’re the drunk one.”

“[Name], vampires can’t get drunk. That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you for the past thirty minutes.”

It’s probably not the first time he’s uttered those words, but you’ve only just now registered them.

Suddenly, you jolt upright and jab your index finger towards him, accusingly. “So, you were cheating this entire time!”

“Does it really count as cheating if my body doesn’t circulate blood the way yours does?” he chuckles weakly. “The alcohol in my blood doesn’t affect me since it never actually reaches my brain. Which is why I can just keep drinking as much as I want. It mainly sits in my stomach.”

“Cheater,” you mumble, and it feels like your eyelids are getting heavier by the second. “If not for that... I would have won.”

You pass out in your chair scarcely a few moments later, and needless to say, Elliot spirals into a panic. Normally, you’re a bit better at holding your liquor, but your body must have been especially tired recently. You also can’t remember the last time you drank like this. Perhaps you pushed yourself too hard.

Since you’re out cold, you aren’t aware of how much trouble you end up causing Elliot. In fact, you aren’t aware of anything at all, not until you come to with a gasp and realize that you’re lying in the backseat of a cab.

“Oh, good.” Elliot heaves a sigh of relief and gently pats your back. “You’re up again. I was really scared. I swear you stopped breathing for a few seconds.”

“How did I get here?” you gape.

“I called a cab, and thankfully, I managed to get you conscious long enough for you to tell me your address. I’m not sure if you remember. And I sure hope it’s the right address, otherwise we’re probably headed to the middle of nowhere.”

“Hey, you’re still paying me,” the cab driver snaps. “It’s not my fault if you got the address wrong.”

“O-Of course I will, sir.” Elliot smiles weakly, then glances back towards you. “More importantly, how are you feeling? Drinking is dangerous. I never realized how sick it could make people.”

“It’s only dangerous when the person drinking is an idiot,” you groan. You rub your temples, which are throbbing like no tomorrow. “The address you gave him seems fine. We’re going the right way. Anyways, how did you get me out of the bar?”

“I carried you,” Elliot replies, as if it’s obvious.

Right. Well, he is strong, after all. Unconscious bodies usually weigh a ton, but for a vampire, it probably wasn’t much of a problem.

It’s still pretty embarrassing, though. Having to be carried because you passed out drunk at your age.

“I’m sorry,” you apologize. “I ended up being a major pain in the ass. I let my guard down a lot, probably because I feel so comfortable around you.”

Elliot’s eyes widen. “R-Really? You feel... comfortable with me?”

“Of course. You’re super nice, and it puts me at ease. Even though we don’t know each other all that well yet, I really like having you around.”

He swallows thickly, then hastily averts his gaze, too embarrassed to look you in the eye. You can still feel the aftereffects of all the alcohol you drank, and you’re far from being completely sober, but at the very least, the words you just spoke are completely genuine.

“...and you’re not just saying that because you’re drunk?” Elliot asks hesitantly.

“Whether I’m drunk or not, I wouldn’t make something like that up,” you reassure.

Unless the alcohol is seriously hindering your vision, you swear that Elliot’s blushing again.

“Okay, we’re here,” the cab driver blurts. He reels to a halt, and you nearly whack your head against the window because of how suddenly he hit the brakes.

The last thing I need is whiplash on top of everything else...

“Here you go,” Elliot says, handing the driver his fee. He smiles kindly, as always, but all he gets in return is a derisive sneer.

“Hurry up and get out. I’ve got a long night ahead of me.”

Elliot’s shoulders droop. You wonder if that was yet another instance of discrimination because he’s a vampire, or if that cab driver just happened to be a massive dick.

You suppose you’ll never find out.

“Is that your apartment?” Elliot asks, pointing towards the shoddy building that you have the misfortune of calling home.

You nod grimly. “Yeah. As you can see, I’m not exactly living in luxury, but then again, most people who work as baristas don’t have mansions.”

“It looks nice,” Elliot says, clearly making an effort to be polite.

“Elliot, please. It’s a dumpster fire. And even that is giving it too much credit.”

He shamefully lowers his head, not knowing what else to say. You take a few steps forward, but soon realize that your legs feel like jelly after the car ride, and your head is still spinning from all the alcohol earlier.

“H-Here,” Elliot blushes, offering you his arm. “You can hold on to me if it makes it easier to walk.”

Even though it just makes you feel more self-conscious about how much of a mess you are, you gratefully accept, then cling to his arm in order to avoid stumbling.

His lean frame is rather deceptive, because you can feel how sturdy his muscles are underneath the fabric of his clothes. You’re not sure if that’s because he’s a vampire, or if he actually invests a lot more time and effort into his physique than one might assume.

Whatever the case, he feels nice to hold onto.

“I hope you’ll be alright by yourself,” Elliot mumbles. He glances at you, shyly, out of the corner of his eye. “I’m worried that you might get sick overnight. Do you happen to have any family who can watch over you?”

Your expression darkens without you even realizing it.

“No,” you scowl. “I don’t have any family.”

“Oh. I-I see.”

Elliot awkwardly clears his throat. He must have realized that he said something to get under your skin, even though he couldn’t possibly have known any better.

You try to muster up a smile. “Anyways, thanks so much for tonight. I had a lot of fun. Even if some parts of the evening are kind of fuzzy. I know I caused you a lot of trouble, but I hope it was somewhat enjoyable. Up until I blacked out, at least.”

“I had a great time,” Elliot reassures. “And please don’t worry. It didn’t bother me at all. I’m just glad you’re feeling a bit better now. That’s what’s most important.”

Your fingers tighten around his arm, and he blushes again, visibly conscious of your touch. For a brief, fleeting moment, you wonder if it’s just because he’s shy, or if there’s any chance he thought of tonight as a date.

Right as you’re about to ponder whether you consider it a date or not, someone brings you back to cold, unforgiving reality.

“Well, well, well,” a familiar, disgusting voice chuckles. A man emerges from behind one of the trees, and he shamelessly waltzes right up to the two of you.

There he is. The bane of your fucking existence. That absolute shithead, Johnny.

“It looks like my cute, impoverished [Name]’s bagged herself a man,” he muses. “Who would’ve thought?”

Elliot blinks in confusion. He clearly doesn’t know what to say, and he can’t seem to understand why you seem so apprehensive all of a sudden.

Just like that, you’ve instantly sobered up.

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I recommend anons start saving for Taylor now! I think the soonest she tours is 2027, though I’m more confident in 2028. Consider the price of tickets, potential flights, hotels, food/drink, merch, other transportation for when you arrive, and any special outfits.

Touring takes an immense amount of planning and rehearsing, and I don’t think Taylor will do a show shorter than 2 hrs and 45 minutes. I knew either Taylor or Beyonce was coming to my city in late November of 2021 (for spring/summer 2023) because my uncle knows a guy. So I sort of assume venues are booked 8-18 months in advance. Not only does she have to book the venue, she has to be in compliance with the law (some songs are censored in places), make sure the infrastructure to accommodate the show, and have event insurance. Then she has to pick and organize the setlist, build the stage, and then rehearse the show.

Separately, I think she’ll go to Seoul and Manila when she tours (both places didn’t have a venue ready for her stage). I would love to see her go to India. I also see less Europe dates, or Europe dates allocated differently. She seemed to love the Italian, Spanish, Portuguese crowds (based on surprise song selection and loudness) and was less enthused by Amsterdam and Zurich. I’m American and will make it a priority to see a show in Europe when she tours next.

I recommend joining Swiftie groups on Facebook and finding ways to make IRL Swiftie friends, as that is the best way to get face value tickets.

I started a savings account with automatic withdrawals from my chequing account earmarked specifically for her next tour just as Eras was coming to a close 😂 Selfishly I hope she takes several years before her next tour so my account has time to grow lol.

But yes, it’s pretty industry standard for tours to be planned close to two years ahead of time given the logistics of booking venues etc.

Also realize that it’s going to be a shit show getting tickets no matter the city. That’s the unfortunate reality and the only salve of sorts is to be flexible about your location and dates if you’re able to be. I wouldn’t be surprised if I never get another chance to go to a Taylor concert and that Eras was my last shot tbh and I’ve long accepted that, which is why I made the most of it. That being said, the city I ended up getting tickets to was never on my radar as a destination, and I ended up building a trip of a lifetime around it, so silver lining?

(And yes I realize this is privileged, and I don’t take it for granted. And I also feel the frustration of locals who have to fight to get tickets to their city/country with foreigners and it’s just a shitty situation all around, especially for areas that don’t often get big names. I never even made the waitlist let alone get tickets for her shows in my country. And I think the reality of Taylor touring now is that there aren’t really any “local” shows anymore— it’s going to be a bloodbath of getting a code to whatever city you get off the waitlist for sadly. It’s a post-Covid reality for most big names it seems because I’ve missed out on or had to buy resale for several artists in the last two years in my area, which was never the case before.)

Also a reminder, if Eras was any indication, that there are no bad seats at a Taylor show. I saw my first show from the pit and (mostly) had a blast. Then the last-minute surprise show I got to go to later on was from the nosebleeds just a few rows from the very back of the stadium, and it was also incredible and a completely different perspective. The set design is sublime.

I’m not in the business of predicting where she’ll go next tour! I imagine as always some cities that performed less well (relatively speaking because every show was sold out) or were more of a hassle logistically will get cut, and some new destinations will be added of logistics allow. (I would expect more dates in Asia/Oceania personally.)

[bicokun]

It’s such a relief hearing about Biden dropping out of the race. His domestic policy has been pretty decent, despite the clear capitulations to Republicans and conservative Democrats he made early on in his term. His support for Israel honestly doomed his electoral chances, though, as there are some evils many people just aren’t going to be able to bring themselves to vote for, no matter how much greater the evil the other viable alternative is. It’s like asking people to vote for being shot in the face or being drowned, even if you can argue one mode of death would be worse, some people just aren’t going to be too excited to vote for either option. His debate performance was honestly just icing on the cake, making it clear even to the Vote Blue No Matter Who diehards that even if they thought his genocide support would fade out of the public’s consciousness by November, he just wouldn’t be able to pull off a successful campaign regardless.

It’s very probably Harris will replace him given she’s officially on the same ticket and is literally there to replace him in the case of him not being able to fulfill his duties. She can continue the same campaign with the same people and treasury with no drawbacks due to having to create a new organization from scratch or having to use that campaign money indirectly through a SuperPAC. And as many issues as she also had as a candidate, I can actually justify to myself voting for her, while I was having a very hard time coming to terms with voting for somebody like Biden. Yes, she was part of the administration, but she signaled early on that she did not want to support Israel’s genocide like Biden does, and actually empathized with Palestinians and anti-genocide protestors that we just never saw Biden do. And for domestic policy, I just don’t see her being less progressive than Biden. Biden’s palatability to conservatives has always been a bit of a delusion, too. This isn’t the late 1900s anymore, and Biden’s insistence on rolling out the gate with conservative compromises doesn’t get him anything but conservatives deciding to paint his moderate position as the extreme left so they can get moderates on board with what would have otherwise been an extreme right proposal. Harris has always been a lot more shrewd and—fittingly—prosecutorial about her fight against Republicans which I think will fit better. If VP Harris ends up just taking over the nomination for president, I have no doubt that the outcome will at least be better than what we would have gotten from the Biden nomination.

[theme-park-concepts]

I know this blog has been pretty quiet lately, and reflecting on it there’s a lot of reasons for it.

One is that this whole account started as a place to chart my journey from being obsessed fan to actually doing theme park design as a career…a journey that has for the most part run it’s course for now and has led to interesting unexpected places, and - mostly a good thing - quite a bit too busy to consistently post things.

But also during that journey, partially as a consequence of it, and even more so a consequence of how the industry has changed since I fell in love with it, and maybe just a bit of how things change over time…I find myself a bit less interested with theme parks, certainly as compared to my relationship with them most of my life.

I’m not uninterested, I still follow all the news, still actively planning to visit new ones, still think it would be fun to participate in designing one…but I just feel less invested. I think partially this is because I’ve had the platform to be able to say a lot of the things I’ve wanted to say, and now having said them, I simply have less on my mind. And maybe realized how few people in the field wanted to hear them.

Having had the chance to go to school for themed design, meet and get to know many of the people involved in it…it’s satisfied my curiosity and questions in many cases, and frankly been a bit dispiriting and disillusioning in others. Meeting your heroes is a very mixed bag.

I think ultimately though one of the reasons I find myself less interested in them, is they keep getting less interesting. It’s not just that I’m not thinking about them as much as I once did, I’m not going to them either, or even wanting to go. I’m finding myself much more interested in theatre, independent immersive events, traveling, exploring local hideaways etc.

The world of themed entertainment, at least in theme parks, has just been getting less and less interesting overall. There’s some really great stuff every now and then, but so many new attractions, parks, coasters seem interchangeable, formulaic, paint by numbers, more product-like than anything anyone actually cared about or had an opinion on. And I don’t say this to diminish the work the creatives, engineers, project managers, etc are doing…the work they do continues to be stellar…just in service of or stifled by strategies, philosophies, visions that I largely don’t find inspiring. Tbh a lot of the industry very much operates that way….you get a recycled master plan, and you get a recycled masterplan, you’re all getting the same masterplan!

And the stuff that genuinely is interesting and different ends up being placed behind enormous paywalls or placed in countries that aren’t safe for me to visit largely for the glorification of a couple investors…and that’s not particularly interesting either. Meanwhile touring musical theatre shows these days you can get great tickets for like $40. And most of those shows, despite being big business enterprises, still manage to say something worth saying.

There’s a whole ass brand new theme park being built by the 2nd biggest player in the industry and I can’t be bothered to do much other than glance at construction photos…and despite knowing many people who’ve been a part of it, I can’t say any of them seem particularly excited either. Though I can’t decide if it’s the fact the park is uninteresting, or that it’s just hard to care about when the governor of the state is banning ap psychology because kids might learn about gay people.

Suffice to say, this blog isn’t going away, I’ll be on tumblr until it literally stops functioning, but I just have less to say these days.

[shiningwonderland]

Ren Jinguji (Repeat)

Translator: Mimi (Twitter: _mimisaurora)

QA: Rei (Twitter: wolfe_raine)

December — A Fickle Score

It's now December, and I still haven't been able to talk much with Jinguji-san.

To study abroad... It's without a doubt an amazing opportunity, but... It's such a significant decision to make.

Besides...

I catch a glimpse of Jinguji-san. He looks to be having a fun chat with the girls about the dance party.

Haruka Nanami: It’s already that time of year, huh…

A dance party will be held on Christmas Day at the academy's party hall.

The party hall... The place Jinguji-san took me to during summer break. I would like to go to the dance with him too...

Should I try asking him...? 

Select the Phrase!

声をかける. Talk to him. (+20 Love, +0 Music)

Haruka Nanami: U-Um… Jinguji-san.

I muster up my courage and try to approach him, but he just stares at me silently. I can tell without him having to tell me.

His gaze clearly shows that he did not want me getting any closer or speaking to him.

Haruka Nanami: Nevermind…

I give up and back away.

I will try to talk to him another time.

I couldn't bring myself to talk to him at another point during the day, and now, it was after school.

Haruka Nanami: Sigh… Looks like there’s no one I can talk to about this…

Ryuya Hyuga: Hey, Nanami. You’re here at the right time. I thought someone might still be sticking around, and you're the right person for the job.

Ryuya Hyuga: Do you have any plans after this? If not, I'd like you to help me... Can you transcribe this song onto some sheet music?

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まかせてくださいっ! Leave it to me! (+0 Love, +15 Music)

Ryuya Hyuga: Great. I can count on you then.

And so, while listening to the song he'd given me, I transcribe it onto sheet music.

Haruka Nanami: Let's see... This part is…

Ryuya Hyuga: By the way, Nanami. Have you gotten the chance to talk to Jinguji about you studying abroad?

At the abrupt question, I pause for a moment.

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話しづらくて. It’s been difficult talking to him about it. (+20 Love, +0 Music)

Ryuya Hyuga: If you’re struggling to talk about it, does that mean you’re seriously considering the offer?

Haruka Nanami: …No, I’m still undecided… I just don’t know how to bring it up to him…

I came to this academy because I want to become a composer. I’ve been working hard to write songs for idols.

All I had to say is, "I'm going to study abroad." Those words are the golden ticket for my dream come true. It will come true, but...

Why does my heart hurt so much?

Ryuya Hyuga: Are you having second thoughts?

Haruka Nanami: Yes. I think it’s a wonderful opportunity. I honestly am undeserving of it.

Haruka Nanami: I'm also well aware that it would be rude to turn it down. But…

Ryuya Hyuga: It’s Jinguji, isn’t it? You’re worried about him. Well, he is your partner, so it’s only natural to be concerned.

Haruka Nanami: …You’re right. I am helplessly captivated by Jinguji's voice and his very presence.

Haruka Nanami: I can't allow this to end with that voice, that incredible presence, that brilliant aura… going to waste.

Haruka Nanami: I want to write him a song that is second to none. It’s what I’ve been working so hard toward this entire time. 

Haruka Nanami: My dream is no longer merely just about becoming a composer. I want to debut with Jinguji-san.

Ryuya Hyuga: I see. It sounds like you're pretty devoted to Jinguji... In that case, it would be all the more reason to go now and decline the offer to study abroad. Why are you hesitating?

Haruka Nanami: ...It's exactly because I'm so obsessive over Jinguji-san that I'm having second thoughts. I wonder if he really needs me.

Haruka Nanami: I guess you could say our enthusiasm towards all this is so vastly different. Jinguji-san is not as interested in singing or being an idol as I thought he was.

Haruka Nanami: I'm the only one devoted to this debut, and it's pushing me to get desperate. I see how I might actually be more of a nuisance than anything else.

Ryuya Hyuga: Well, that may be true. But it’s useless mulling it over without confirming the details without confirming with the guy himself.

Haruka Nanami: I know…

What he’s saying is right. It’d be faster to just ask, than worry about it. But…

Ryuya Hyuga: What? Are you scared?

Haruka Nanami: …

I suppose… I am afraid. If he were to tell me he didn’t need me…

“I have no desire to have you by my side.”

Those words he said to me last month. Every time I remember them, it feels like my heart is being torn to pieces.

Ryuya Hyuga: Looks like I’m right. Well, supposing he does say he doesn't need you as a partner, I'm sure that would sting like hell…

Ryuya Hyuga: But you've known for a long while that he couldn't care less about being an Idol, haven't you? And yet, you've been working hard all this time.

Ryuya Hyuga: Am I wrong?

Haruka Nanami: …

He's absolutely right. Despite Jinguji-san not showing up for practice or even letting me hear his voice, I still pushed on.

But now... If Jinguji-san were to say he doesn't need me, I might break.

Ryuya Hyuga: So why are you losing that drive now?

Haruka Nanami: …

I think it is because I am in love with Jinguji-san.

A one-sided romance is not a violation of school rules. So it doesn't necessarily mean that I have to give up my feelings for him.

But I can't imagine I'll be able to stop loving him now, and even if we can't be together, at the very least, I don't want him to hate me.

Ryuya Hyuga: Well, you’re probably going through all this trouble because you don’t understand it yourself. Sorry about that. I’m not criticizing you or anything. Don’t take it to heart.

After that, he gently pats my head.

Haruka Nanami: Sensei…

He’s worried about me… Oh, I’m eternally grateful!

Ryuya Hyuga: Anyway, no matter how scared you are, you shouldn't avoid him. Just talk to him straight.

Haruka Nanami: I will!

I’ve made up my mind that I can’t make a decision on this without telling Jinguji-san first.

I need to face him properly sooner rather than later!

I’m ready.

The next day, I sent Jinguji-san a message.

I didn’t want anyone else to know about my studying abroad, and I figured no one would hear about it if I told him here...

But honestly, whether he would come or not was a gamble.

He still hadn't been talking to me much lately, which made it all the more uncertain...

Ren Jinguji: Hey, Lady. Inviting me to a place like this is rather intense.

Jinguji-san glances around, amused.

Haruka Nanami: Jinguji-san!! I’m… glad you’re here!

Ren Jinguji: It's something important, right? Ah, I also want to apologize about the other day. I took it a little too far, saying you were unneeded. I'm really sorry about that.

Haruka Nanami: No, you’re fine… I’m the one who overstepped your boundaries…

Ren Jinguji: …You kind of scared me a little. You were suddenly so straightforward and earnest…

His eyes, unlike last time, look at me kindly. But his gaze is a bit sad.

Haruka Nanami: Jinguji-san…?

I didn't sense any of his usual enthusiasm. Instead, he sighs and looks down.

Ren Jinguji: I was just glad to hear how you felt. I appreciate your kindness. So, what can I do for you?

I wanted to talk to him about studying abroad… But…

Haruka Nanami: Um, before that, can I ask you something?

I want to find out if he needs me as a composer, if what I'm doing is helping him.

Ren Jinguji: Go ahead.

Haruka Nanami: Jinguji-san… What am I to you… Is my music…

…wanted? I can’t bring myself to say that word.

Haruka Nanami: …Would you miss me a little if I were to be gone?

I realized exactly what I was muttering. 

Ah... Wait.  Why did I ask that? I didn't mean to…

Ren Jinguji: No, not at all. We don’t have that kind of relationship.

He averts his gaze and mutters back under his breath.

Whenever I try to bridge the distance, I am confronted with merciless rejection... He will never allow me to be by his side.

How much does he need me? What can I do?

Haruka Nanami: I see… I guess you’re right.

Ren Jinguji: …Please don’t… make that face. It troubles me when you do… You look best with a smile…

His hand, which rose for a brief moment, fell back down effortlessly, and Jinguji-san looks down again.

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神宮寺さん… Jinguji-san… (+20 Love, +0 Music)

I grab onto a corner of his clothes without thinking.

Ren Jinguji: Lady? What’s wrong?

Haruka Nanami: Ah, I-I’m so sorry. Uh! Everything’s alright. I’m fine!

I tried my best to manage a smile, not wanting him to worry, and Jinguji-san looked a bit worried.

He then gently brings me into a hug and softly pats me twice on the back. 

Ren Jinguji: It's nice to see you smile, but not when you have to force it.

He whispers in my ear and lets go of his embrace.

A fleeting touch. But that tenderness hurt, and it almost brought me to tears.

Haruka Nanami: It’s… about me studying abroad…

I somehow manage to get the words out.

Haruka Nanami: ...I've been recommended to study abroad in America…

"It was on your brother's recommendation." I kept that part to myself.

I feared that if I said that, it would only serve to cause Jinguji-san even more grief.

Haruka Nanami: After studying in America, I'll be able to debut as a composer…

Jinguji-san brows shoot up slightly and he brushes his hair out of his face.

Ren Jinguji: Oh, that’s great to hear. I assume it's the result of your abilities being duly judged.

Jinguji-san replies with a coy smile on his face without batting an eye.

I should be happy to hear his praise, but... It fills my heart with loneliness.

Haruka Nanami:  …I am very grateful for the opportunity to debut, but I...

I want to work hard with Jinguji-san… Is what I was about to say…

Ren Jinguji: Go wherever you want to go, even if it’s the States. I have no right to stop you.

He interrupts me and I'm left speechless.

What Jinguji-san said is valid. I have to make the decision because it is my life.

It's wrong to leave that choice to someone else.

But... There's something that still bothers me.

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神宮寺さんと... I want to do debut with Jinguji-san… (+20 Love, +0 Music)

Haruka Nanami: If I’m to debut, I want to… I’d like to do it together with you.

Ren Jinguji: Of course, as your partner, I'm delighted you feel that way. But your debut is not guaranteed if you try with me.

Ren Jinguji: Now, if you study abroad, your debut will be practically confirmed at that point. Did I get it right?

Haruka Nanami: …Yes.

Ren Jinguji: Say, Lady. What's your dream?

He places a hand on my shoulder and whispers in my ear.

Haruka Nanami: My dream is… to become a composer.

My voice shakes as I answer.

Then, grabbing both of my shoulders, he looks into my eyes with a serious expression.

Ren Jinguji: Exactly, you’re here to become a composer. And now, they’re rolling out the red carpet for you. So why are you hesitating?

Ren Jinguji: I’ve told you before, haven’t I? You’re destined for this. You should think about that.

With those words, he lets go of his grip.

Ren Jinguji: Is that all you wanted to talk about? Then I’ll get going now. I have somewhere I need to be after this.

Haruka Nanami: Yes… Thank you.

So… that was it? My absence didn't seem like a big deal to him.

Ren Jinguji: Well, I’ll see you around.

Flashing his usual smile, he raises a hand and walks away.

I wish Jinguji-san would have stopped me. It was a thought I had entertained somewhere in the back of my mind.

I was naive enough to think that I would give up the idea of studying abroad if he did so.

I had hoped Jinguji-san would make the decision for me, even though it was only for me to make.

This is my life after all. I've relied far too much on Jinguji-san just because he was my partner.

Let's rethink this. What is best for me and for Jinguji-san?

And above all. What do I want to do?

It’s been a few days since I last went over everything with Jinguji-san. I still couldn’t decide on an answer.

I definitely think that studying abroad would be better for me in the long run.

But I don't want to leave Jinguji-san's talent untapped.

By coming to this academy and meeting him, I have found a new dream.

I want him to sing with his heart. And I want to share that song with the world.

But... It's nothing more than my own selfish dream.

I'm just forcing him to become someone he's made clear he doesn't want to be...

Tokiya Ichinose: So, I heard the news, Nanami-kun. It sounds like you’re going to study abroad.

In the classroom, Ichinose-san approaches while I’m lost in my thoughts.

Haruka Nanami: Ah… Yeah. I was invited to study abroad and pursue a more advanced study of music.

The truth is, I haven't formally replied yet, but for some reason, the proposal is continuing to move forward, and it's hard to say no...

But then again... I wonder how he possibly could have heard about it, I've been trying to keep this a secret for as long as possible...

I guess I can't keep it to myself forever.

Syo Kurusu: Seriously?! How come I didn’t know about this? And Ren…? What do you think?

Ren Jinguji: It doesn’t matter to me… It’s her life. It's up to her what she wants to do, right? Who am I to interfere with that?

His cold words stung a bit.

Syo Kurusu: Oh, come on. You’re so mean! You should be trying to stop her!

Syo-kun retorts, looking annoyed.

Tokiya Ichinose: Syo… They are entitled to think what they want. It's not something for others to meddle in.

Ichinose-san calmly reminds him.

Syo Kurusu: Yeah, I guess I see your point… It’s just kind of sad. Let’s all at least throw her a huge going away party!

Haruka Nanami: Thank you.

It made me happy to know he’d miss me.

But... seeing as the offer has gone ahead and my classmates are even aware of it...

There is no turning back now. If they took my silence for confirmation, I can't refuse them at this point.

I will soon have to part ways with Jinguji-san... Then I have to at least finish the song before that.

This is my unrequited love. My final selfish act.

I'll write a song for the graduation audition, hand it to Jinguji-san, and then wish him farewell with a smile.

Then, in a matter of what seemed like seconds, things moved quickly, and it was decided I would leave the day after Christmas.

So that I could leave with no regrets. I poured my everything into this.

All of the love I carry... every single bit of it, I put it all into this song.

I weave a melody straight from the heart.

And then, I carefully arrange the melodies one by one.

And finally...

Haruka Nanami: …It’s done.

On the day before the dance party, I finally managed to end up with something I was happy with. I leave the day after tomorrow...

It came down to the wire, but... Even so, I'm thankful it's done.

Haruka Nanami: I hope he listens to it…

Preferably, I want him to listen to it right now, in front of me.

He's a busy guy, so it's unlikely he'll show up on such short notice.

Still...

I really wanted him to listen, so I sent him a message.

“The song is ready. Please give it a listen. I'll be waiting for you in the recording studio.”

Haruka Nanami: …I wonder… if he’s coming…

An hour has passed since I sent the message.

I just sat in the recording studio looking out over the booth, unable to motivate myself to do anything.

Ren Jinguji: Hey, Lady. I heard you finished the song?

Haruka Nanami: I did!

He really came… What should I do? I'm over the moon.

Haruka Nanami: Um… Thank you so much!

Ren Jinguji: You’re… thanking me? That should be my line. This is the song for the graduation audition, right?

Jinguji-san gives a genuine smile, looking really happy.

Up until July, he never really showed any interest in music or singing. If anything, it almost seemed more like a chore to him than anything.

But during summer break, little by little, he started to look more interested.

Whenever I composed a new song, he would enjoy listening to it, and even sometimes share some advice on how I could improve it.

Before the school festival, he was having a lot of fun with it, and I wish we could have kept writing music together like that.

But those fun times came to an end with the school festival.

I hurt him by going too far. I believed he hated me already.

But my songs... He didn’t hate it.

I could tell just by looking at his eyes. Jinguji-san still loves music even now!

Ren Jinguji: You've probably been swamped preparing to study abroad. Do you mind if I take a listen?

Haruka Nanami: O-Of course! I’ll play it now!

And so, I played the newly completed song.

I wonder what he thinks...

From the start until the end, Jinguji-san listens to the song intently.

I hope he likes it.

After the song ends, he parts his lips to speak.

Ren Jinguji: … I see. Not bad.

Haruka Nanami: So… d-does that mean you’ll sing it at the graduation audition?

Ren Jinguji: Naturally… I am the only person in this world who can perfectly handle performing this song.

He replies with a wink.

Haruka Nanami: Thank you!!!

He likes it… I’m so glad…

But, in the next moment, his face clouds over.

Ren Jinguji: …You’re leaving the day after tomorrow, right?

Haruka Nanami: …Yes.

We'll have to part ways in two days' time. Thinking about it makes my heart ache. We won't... be able to see each other anymore...

I will no longer be able to have him smile at me like this or listen to my songs.

Ren Jinguji: You don’t look too excited…

Jinguji-san walks up next to me and brushes my bangs aside.

Ren Jinguji: You were having doubts about studying abroad a little while ago, right? Is it because you were worried about not knowing the language? Or maybe you lack confidence in your own talent? Or perhaps...

He trails off, biting his bottom lip.

Ren Jinguji: No… Nevermind. Anyway, this is a huge opportunity for you. Do your best out there. I have high hopes for you.

Using the hand that had brushed back my bangs, he lightly caresses my cheek and flashes a kind smile.

Haruka Nanami: …I will.

Jinguji-san is sincerely cheering me on. I want to meet his expectations…

Ren Jinguji: Ah, right. The dance party is tomorrow, may I escort you to the dance?

Haruka Nanami: Oh! Are… Are you sure?! I-I’m really glad… but… Are you sure you want to go with me?

Ren Jinguji: Of course, tomorrow is the end…

The end… Those words pierce my heart.

Ringo Tsukimiya: Ah, there you are… Phew, I'm glad you're still here. Hurry back, everyone is waiting.

Ren Jinguji: Waiting…? Didn't we already wrap up the interview a while ago? I made sure to check with the director.

Ringo Tsukimiya: It seems there was one thing they missed, so it should only take a second. 

Ren Jinguji: I see, if that’s the case, then fine. Well then, Lady, I’ll be seeing you tomorrow.

With a wink, Jinguji-san leaves the recording studio.

Ringo Tsukimiya: Thank goodness… What a relief. Looks like everything will work out in the end. I got so worried about what I was going to do when my cell wasn't getting through.

Haruka Nanami: U-Um… About Jinguji-san’s interview…

Ringo Tsukimiya: Oh, it's for the Jinguji conglomerate. It happens from time to time. That kid is really liked among the bigwigs because of his good looks and great way with words. 

Ringo Tsukimiya: He's often sent out whenever there's a special feature on the wealthy. He's usually really good about standing by for a while after the interview is over...

Ringo Tsukimiya: This time, though, he wanted to finish early for some reason... He didn't even wait for them to check over the footage, he just asked the director if it was okay to go...

Haruka Nanami: Oh… I see…

Jinguji-san. Despite being so busy, he made sure to come…

Ringo Tsukimiya: But I’m glad to still see your face around campus. Well, I have to go now too. I’ll catch you later, Haru-chan.

Haruka Nanami: Of course. Thank you.

Haruka Nanami: What am I going to do with myself…? I'm so happy.

He came in spite of his busy schedule...

He didn't even look annoyed at me for sending a message on such short notice...

He hurried as soon as he was done to listen to my song...

Tomorrow will be the end. I poured all of my feelings into this song.

And even now, I feel my love for him about to overflow.

I didn't want to leave, my heart felt like it was going to weep.

And then, the next day.

Tomochika Shibuya: Alright! You’re perfect. I think I did pretty good if I do say so myself.

Tomo-chan helped me dress and apply my makeup before the dance party.

Haruka Nanami: T-Thank you. I’m sorry for leaving you with all the work. You’re still not even ready.

Tomochika Shibuya: Oh, I don't mind at all, I can get myself ready in 10 minutes. And besides, I actually enjoy doing makeup for others.

Tomochika Shibuya: It's fun to be able to see things objectively and, with my own hands, watch it all come together to form something pretty.

Tomochika Shibuya: It's practically a hobby, and I like doing it, so don't worry about it.

Haruka Nanami: …Thank you.

Tomochika Shibuya: Anyway, I’m glad to hear you’re going to be studying abroad.

Haruka Nanami: …Yeah. It’s a great opportunity…

Tomochika Shibuya: You don’t look too happy about it… Well, you can do whatever you want with your life but... If it gets tough, you know I'm always here for you.

Tomochika Shibuya: Just make sure you have no regrets!

Tomochika Shibuya: We're friends no matter where you go. You can talk to me anytime. And... I'll make sure to keep your space here ready for you if you ever decide to come back.

Speaking, she gestures to my bed.

Haruka Nanami: …Thank you.

Ren Jinguji: Lady, are you in?

Haruka Nanami: Ah, yes.

Tomochika Shibuya: Looks like your partner’s here… Perfect timing. I’ll be leaving soon too, so you go on ahead.

Haruka Nanami: …T-Thank you.

Ren Jinguji: You look absolutely beautiful in that dress. The lace stands out perfectly against your fair skin. You look like a princess straight out of a fairy tale.

Haruka Nanami: Uh… I… I don’t… T-Thank you.

Ren Jinguji: I'll be with you for the entire evening.

Haruka Nanami: Huh... With me? But, the other girls…

I thought he'd at least be dancing with the girls...

But Jinguji-san just grins and without another word, we start walking.

Huh…? Isn’t the party hall over there?

Haruka Nanami: W-Wait… The party hall…

Ren Jinguji: We’ll be here tonight.

Haruka Nanami: ???

And then, we arrive…

Ballroom music plays in an empty auditorium.

Haruka Nanami: There’s… no one here. I knew the party hall was in the other direction…

Ren Jinguji: No, this is the right place. I don't want anyone disturbing us, at least this one last time. Come on, let's dance.

Jinguji-san takes my hand and we start dancing.

Haruka Nanami: Um, y-you know, I’m not really… good at dancing…

Ren Jinguji: Then allow me just one song. Don’t worry, I’ll lead you along well.

He winks and begins to take steps forward.

He skillfully moves his arms and hips to lead the dance, not minding my clumsy gait.

Jinguji-san was so good at leading that although I was hardly moving on my own, I almost believed I was dancing magnificently.

...This is it. This is the final night I can call myself Jinguji-san's partner.

With a heavy heart, I still found myself able to be happy dancing together with him.

When the dance ends, Jinguji-san holds my hand and escorts me to the center of the stage.

A small table and two chairs were placed there with food, cake, and wine glasses arranged on the table.

Ren Jinguji: It's not much, but I prepared a cake and some drinks. No champagne, of course.

He speaks up with a soft smile.

Ren Jinguji: I thought about reserving a restaurant… or something like that… but I figured you wouldn’t be too happy with that… So…

Ren Jinguji: I put it all together myself. I didn't rely on using my family's wealth, but instead, I did everything from scratch.

Haruka Nanami: Um…

Ren Jinguji: It’s not really something I’m used to doing. The cake turned out looking a bit funny.

Haruka Nanami: You made all of this yourself!? That’s amazing… I don’t know what to say, that makes me so happy to hear…

What should I do? I feel like I'm going to cry…

Everything is handmade… I’m so overjoyed that Jinguji-san went through such lengths for me that I didn't know what to do with myself.

Ren Jinguji: I had watched the chef make it and thought it would be easy for me to do myself. Well, I ended up making a mess with the whipped cream flying all over the room. 

Ren Jinguji: I ended up just leaving it as it was, and I'm sure Hijirikawa will complain about it later. But, like I care.

Finishing that thought, he suddenly smiles.

Ren Jinguji: Now, the taste may not wow you… but since I followed the recipe, it should still be pretty good, don’t you think?

Haruka Nanami: I don't even know how I can possibly repay you for treating me so kindly. Ah, I should have also prepared something for you.

Ren Jinguji: Lady, you don't have to worry about a thing. We're celebrating you studying abroad tonight. Please, go on, have a seat.

He smoothly pulls out a chair and, with a practiced hand, helps me sit.

Haruka Nanami: Ah, s-sorry.

Ren Jinguji: There’s no need to be so nervous, I want you to relax.

Haruka Nanami: Ah, a-alright. I’ll do my best!

Ren Jinguji: Come on, relax, relax.

He lighty pats me on the shoulder and smiles.

As he gazes at me tenderly, I naturally begin to break out into a smile.

Ren Jinguji: Yes, there we go. That smile. I hope it remains that way always. Tonight's a special occasion, after all.

A glass of a richly hued grape juice is poured and a plate of cake and chicken is served.

Haruka Nanami: I-It’s alright, I can serve myself.

Feeling grateful, every time I try to do something...

Ren Jinguji: Not today… Allow me to do this for you.

Jinguji-san kindly assures me, and I end up leaving everything in his capable hands.

This is the first time in my life I've experienced something like this… I've never had someone handle everything for me this way before.

I wonder if… this is really okay?

It feels like a scene straight out of a drama, and my heart begins to race.

Ren Jinguji: Here’s to your new beginning… Cheers.

The sound of our clinking glasses resonates throughout the spacious hall.

Haruka Nanami: Thank you very much.

Ren Jinguji: Now, go ahead and eat…

Haruka Nanami: Alright.

Jinguji-san watches me with a smile on his face as I bring the food to my mouth.

Haruka Nanami: Ah… It’s delicious…

Ren Jinguji: That’s good to hear. I hardly ever cook, so I was a little worried how it’d turn out.

Haruka Nanami: No way, it's super tasty! I'm very grateful that you made this for me…

Ren Jinguji: It's worth all the hard work to hear you say that. It's very rewarding to know when someone is happy as a result of something you created yourself. Oh, and by the way...

Jinguji-san stands and comes up behind me. 

Ren Jinguji: Stay still for a moment…

He brushes my hair aside, brings his hands around my neck and places something on it. Is this… a necklace…?

Ren Jinguji: There, that’s better. You look lovely, my Lady.

He kisses the pendant at the end of the necklace and smiles.

Ren Jinguji: I actually also handmade this myself. I was looking through some jewelry during the school festival and thought maybe I could do it myself instead of buying something that already existed. 

Ren Jinguji: I gave it a try and it turned out to be surprisingly easy. That is the first piece I ever made... Do you like it?

Haruka Nanami: I-I do. I’ve never seen anything so wonderful!

Ren Jinguji: Then, will you cherish it forever?

Haruka Nanami: Uh… W-Well…

Ren Jinguji: It’s already yours. There’s no one better suited for it than you.

Haruka Nanami: Thank you so much!

Ren Jinguji: You’re very welcome… Ah, look, you’ve stopped eating. Go on, your food will get cold.

Haruka Nanami: R-Right.

Every time Jinguji-san flashes me a kind smile, tears threaten to well up in my eyes.

But if I cried now, surely I…

I don't want to leave, I want to stay by your side. I love you. ...Is what I'd like to say...

But I knew I couldn't do that. So, I held back my tears.

Ren Jinguji: …Oh, it’s gotten quite late… There’s actually one more gift I have for you.

Haruka Nanami: Please, I’ve already received plenty. This is too much. I already don’t know what to do…

Haruka Nanami: Just celebrating with you like this fills me with so much joy! I can't imagine anything better…

Ren Jinguji: My lady… Don’t hold back. Today, I want you to leave everything to me.

Haruka Nanami: Ah… Is that…

Ren Jinguji: Yes, this is your final gift!

Jinguji-san swiftly pulls out his saxophone from under the table, hiding behind the tablecloth.

He’s going to play… for me. …I’m so happy!

Ren Jinguji: I knew it... You love music better than any costly item. You look absolutely delighted right now.

Then, with the saxophone in his hands, Jinguji-san wears the most serene and tender smile I've ever seen.

Haruka Nanami: Ah… Yes. I love your saxophone playing, Jinguji-san, so I'm honored I get to be able to listen to it.

Haruka Nanami: I really don’t know what to say. This will become a very treasured memory. Thank you so much.

Ren Jinguji: Good. I dedicate this music to you!

With a determined look on his face, he breathes in, grins, and begins to play on his saxophone.

He was just as incredible the last time I heard him perform, but... His technical skills are in a completely different league.

I always considered Jinguji-san to have a superb ear for music, and his ability to draw people in was remarkable.

While gazing at him, transfixed, our eyes suddenly locked. Then, Jinguji-san smiles and winks at me.

Ah! He's so cool!

He now plays with an even greater range of expression, making his performance on par with that of professionals.

If music were to be compared to writing, technique would be language. If someone with a natural talent for writing learns many words, the number of ways in which they can express themselves will increase dramatically.

Even if they want to convey something as universal as "love", the more words available to them, the more impactful their message will be...

His performance is splendidly majestic. It is passionate, yet delicate in its delivery.

Just listening to it, my heart trembles, and tears well up in my eyes.

I was so absorbed in applauding that I forgot to wipe away the tears that were falling down my face.

As I continue to clap, Jinguji-san gives a wry smile, sets down his saxophone, and approaches me.

Ren Jinguji: Was it good enough to make you cry?

He gently wipes away my tears with his fingers.

Haruka Nanami: Yes… It was… very touching… I’m so happy…

My tears continue despite his best efforts to wipe them away.

Ren Jinguji: I didn’t mean to make you cry, but if they’re tears of joy, I can live with it…

Ren Jinguji: I guess all that practice paid off a little. Oh, and I also wrote some lyrics for your song, even though it's not quite finished yet.

Jinguji-san opens a notebook and hands it over to me.

The moment I see the words written on the page of the notebook, the melody of the song I composed comes to mind and Jinguji's voice plays in my head.

It's only an imagining, of course... But, it's so cool, and I want to hear the song as soon as possible.

Haruka Nanami: Um… Could I… listen to you singing this?

Ren Jinguji: I'm afraid I can't do that. The lyrics aren't even complete yet. I would like to work on it some more.

Ren Jinguji: Besides, I need more practice. I can't let you hear it when it's still incomplete.

Saying that, he takes the notebook from my hand.

Right... Of course. I also wouldn't want to show off a song that was unpolished…

But it’s really a shame…

Ren Jinguji: You really wanted to listen, huh?

Haruka Nanami: Yes… but I’ll deal with it. Oh… the graduation audition!

Haruka Nanami: I will make sure to return on the day of the graduation audition. So… please let me hear it then. Um… I’ll be looking forward to it…

I want to listen to it soon so badly. I want to create a song with him. But we are unable to stay together.

If I were to cancel my plans to study abroad now, it would only cause trouble for Jinguji-san's brother...

I never did end up telling him that his brother is the one who made this study abroad possible but...

Inconveniencing his brother would ultimately be the same as inconveniencing Jinguji-san...

I want to stay here. I want to remain by his side forever.

Biting back the words that nearly slipped from my mouth, I tightly clench my fists.

Haruka Nanami: I will continue to support you no matter how far away we are from each other.

Haruka Nanami: I truly believe that you will become a wonderful idol... I'm sorry I couldn't be with you until the end. 

Haruka Nanami: But with your talent, you'll be able to debut even without me around... Ah, but wait, that's right...

Haruka Nanami: You... don't even want to become an idol... You never need me to begin with…

Huh? That’s strange… I didn’t mean to say any of that… What should I do…

I can’t control myself… If I let myself continue like this, I might end up saying things I shouldn't…

Haruka Nanami: Uh… so that’s why… I’m sorry. I’ll be going now.

I find myself starting to run away. But...

His hand quickly shoots out and grabs onto my arm.

Ren Jinguji: Don’t go!

Haruka Nanami: What…?

Before I can react, he pulls me into an embrace.

Jinguji-san's fingers bury themselves in my hair as he hugs me, so tightly that it hurts.

Haruka Nanami: U-Um… I…

Ren Jinguji: Today is not over yet!

Jinguji-san raises his voice. As I tremble under the fierceness in his voice, he loosens his hold and gently strokes my hair.

Ren Jinguji: I give up. I wanted to see you off smoothly... but you... the look that you have on your face…

His voice quivers, hugging me tightly again.

Ren Jinguji: I don’t want to let you go…

Jinguji-san mutters in a voice so small I thought I’d imagine it.

Haruka Nanami: I… don’t want to go. I want to stay by your side forever. But I'll be causing problems if I don't leave, so…

Ren Jinguji: That’s not true. I need your song… Is that selfish of me?

Haruka Nanami: That… I'm so happy to hear you say that. But…

Now that the offer has gotten this far, I feel it would be rather disruptive to turn it down now.

Besides... Jinguji-san's brother is the one who recommended that I study abroad...

Haruka Nanami: ...Your brother recommended that I study abroad. To refuse now would be…

Jinguji-san's shapely eyebrows twitch.

Ren Jinguji: It was my brother…? If I had known that, I would have never supported this in the first place...

Ren Jinguji: He must be trying to use you for something absolutely idiotic. That man wouldn't have suggested you study abroad otherwise...

He tightly bites his bottom lip.

Haruka Nanami: But… studying abroad… Jinguji-san… You said it was fine.

Ren Jinguji: I won’t let you go!

He tightens his hold on me.

Ren Jinguji: This is your future we're talking about. I don't care if my brother is involved, as long as it's really for your benefit. But there's no way to be sure. Besides...

Haruka Nanami: Jinguji-san…

I murmur softly and glance up at his face.

He then places a kiss on my forehead before letting go of his embrace.

Ren Jinguji: Sorry… This isn't like me. It seems I got caught up in the spirit of Christmas Eve and got a little emotional...

Ren Jinguji: But... I still don't want to let you go. At first, I genuinely believed it would be better for you if you studied abroad. 

Ren Jinguji: I thought it would help you release the music I was so captivated by out into the world as quickly as possible... But it seems I was wrong. 

Ren Jinguji: It was a new chapter in your life, but you were on the verge of tears the entire time. I can't allow a woman with such a look on her face to leave. 

Ren Jinguji: You have something more important on your mind than making your debut. Tell me, what is your real dream...

My real dream…

Haruka Nanami: …I want to… I want to make a song with you. I want to…

Haruka Nanami: I want to properly get through the graduation audition. I want us to work hard together. I want to… aim for our victory…

Holding back tears, I finally confess my honest feelings.

Ren Jinguji: Alright lady, I'll make sure that dream of yours comes true. I swear on this night, I will.

Haruka Nanami: T-Thank you…

Ren Jinguji: I won't let you cry alone. If you're going to, do it in my arms... Okay?

Gently, he pulls me closer to him and guides my face to rest on his chest.

Haruka Nanami: …Okay.

And so, Jinguji-san gently caresses my back until I stop crying.

He told me not to go. He needed me. And that made me happy…

The very thought of ever leaving him completely vanishes.

The next day.

Haruka Nanami: Please accept my most sincere apology!!

I stand in the principal's office and bow my head.

Despite the fact I had never given them a formal reply, they had already started making arrangements for me to study abroad.

And they canceled it on the day of my departure. I can't think of anything more tremendously inconvenient than that.

Haruka Nanami: It was very last-minute… I caused trouble for so many people…

Ryuya Hyuga: To be fair, they had already made their moves before you even had a chance to give them a proper response…

Ryuya Hyuga: When it comes down to it, it’s better than getting on that plane only for you to have to come back later.

Shining Saotome: Hahaha!! Well, we somehow managed to salvage the situation! Shining’s political power is invincible!

Haruka Nanami: T-Thank you very much!

Sensei…

Shining Saotome: In return, give it your all and do your best!

Haruka Nanami: Absolutely! I will try my hardest!

Ryuya Hyuga: Oh, and I'll let them know, so you don't have to worry about it.

Haruka Nanami: Hyuga-sensei… Thank you so much!!!

And so, I canceled my study abroad.

I caused trouble in many different ways, but even so, I decided to take a stand and give it my all.

Haruka Nanami: Ah, Jinguji-san. Did you wait for me?

Ren Jinguji: Well, yeah. It seems like things went well from the looks of it. Now then, shall we go? I've reserved a recording studio for us.

Haruka Nanami: Thank you!

Starting today, I’ll work hard together with Jinguji-san!

And together, we will win the graduation audition. Without fail…

Mini Game

Ryuya Hyuga: Hey, Nanami. Sorry for calling you out here. But, here's the thing. I'd like to ask for your opinion as a composer. 

Ryuya Hyuga: There's an unfinished set of lyrics that a student of mine wrote, and he’s still struggling with a few parts. 

Ryuya Hyuga: When you think about putting a melody to it, as a composer, which phrases would you choose? I'd like you to choose from among these options. 

Ryuya Hyuga: Just think of it the same way you did the previous lyric test. But since the lyrics are not yet set in stone, it's not like there is a clear-cut right answer. 

Ryuya Hyuga: If I had to say, it would be about how well it might resonate with him… or something like that. You know what, nevermind. 

Ryuya Hyuga: Are you ready? We’re about to start.

S Rank

The next day, I show Jinguji-san the lyrics I had written.

Ren Jinguji: I knew I could create this with you. My own personal music. I'm sorry for stopping you. But I have no regrets. Let's debut together.

Haruka Nanami: Yes! I have no doubt in my mind that we will definitely debut!

I won’t be sparing any effort.

I will do whatever it takes.

Chapter End

[faraige]

ok so my two cents on what I'd like to see/my theories for Além do Guarda-Roupa (My Magic Closet/A Través del Espejo) season 2 in case it happens:

First of all, Carol explains the whole Fever Kiss Mistake asap and Kyung believes her (after the ending I don't think it would make sense for him not to). She wanted to fix that mess before they closed the portal and with her progress after they did I don't think she'd chicken out this time around.

Chul and Dieguinho’s relationship!! Dieguinho’s father grumpily learning to accept his son and Chul being a part of it as his boyfriend!! His father being hard on Chul at first until he sees how strong, fit and agile he is and ending up bonding over sports and how much they care about Dieguinho!!

Mok and Nayara being the absolutely amazing team they have proven to be before and just being the absolute MVPs in their job of helping the rest of the team in whatever the hell they do.

Onto more Plot Heavy things: Everyone gets an Emergency Meeting so Luisa doesn't sell tickets to Carol's room to pay for her mother's treatment. This could lead to an ultimatum to get her the money or else she's doing whatever it takes to save her mother. Here they could do parallel plans:

seeing how the guys can't simply send the money to Carol or Luisa directly without getting A LOT of eyes on them, maybe Mok and Chul work with Nayara to rally the fans somehow (make the cafeteria an event point for something without the band having to break the k-pop history of not going to Brazil? Idk enough about k-pop to know what could be believable, tbh).

Carol goes find her father to ask for the famed money. The way they wrapped up that storyline in the ending felt complete to me, seeing how she could let go of the guilt about what happened to her mother after her own father wrote to her that it wasn't her fault, nor the accident nor him leaving, and it could be closure enough for her. Still, they left the door open for her to go find him if she wanted or needed to, which could be a great way for her to reconnect with her South Korean heritage, visit Seoul and spending time with Kyung as her guide. Seeing that journey could also open the wound Kyung carries from his childhood about his mother abandoning him and start to heal it, although I don't feel that's necessary, even if it could be interesting. Plus, both Carol and Kyung being lovey-dovey around Seoul could stir some drama the same way sightings of ACT in Brazil did in S1.

Carol uses the money she wins on the competition, which should be for her to be able to dance without a worry in the world, but we know that’s not how this kind of stories usually go. She could get in a lot of trouble if she gave that money to Luisa, so either she gives her the money and has to make it back before the wrong people notice, but at least her aunt gets more time, or it’s a last resort plan that they save in case of it being necessary. Not very sure how this could thing could go because I don’t know anything about ballet or its world aside from it looking pretty, but I feel Carol’s dream when it comes to ballet mixing with the harsh reality paralleling the idols' carrer struggles could be very interesting. (Maybe the group “hires” her as a collaboration with the ballet institution that did the competition and ImpACTades? Idk!).

The Whole Dae Ho Thing. There's a lot to unpack there, because if the show had a villain at all (aside from the company that created ACT and their manager), Aunt Rebeca was it for most of the time, seeing how she was the Evil Stepmother in this Cinderella story, even if at times it felt like Dae Ho could toe the line if he wanted to, but firmly staying a "white swan". Still, by the end of the last episode one could argue that he did end up crossing that line, stealing Kyung's credit and following every single agency order, even if apparently he felt bad about it.

The same way Carol's arc in S1 followed themes of letting go and accepting and embracing herself fully through her friends, Dae Ho doesn't have that through the season at all. It's almost the contrary, almost accepting himself as a tool to others and losing himself in the process, so S2 could explore how broken and barely holding on he is and how he needs to break down the pieces to rebuild himself better and more loyal to himself and those he loves in a harsh, injust world.

Honestly, there's A LOT that could be said about Dae Ho and his development through the season and what it could mean for him going forward, but because the group has to stay together and working successfully in order for them not to get evicted and losing the portal, they have to resolve it internally and quietly (their manager is probably gonna make things incredibly more difficult). Therefore, I expect and lot of Mok and Chul hijinks to cover up whatever's going on.

Kyung doesn't care about being the leader or about recognition (his credit is his tho, even if he doesn't care as much as he would have once), but Dae Ho lost his trust even after they both closed the portal together. I'm very, very interested in seeing how they decide to explore their life-long friendship and their possible reconciliation.

I hope there's a conversation about how Chul and Mok weren't told about the closing of the portal, but I'm not holding my breath.

Ok! I honestly have a lot more thoughts that I initially believed, but I needed to get them out of my system!

[bulgariansumo]

Back at it again, editing Episode 1 of Galactiquest. Version 3.0 patch notes:

-Removed all unnecessary epithets (Hopefully. I found one instance of brunet that I thought I deleted the last time around)

-Toned down the amount of exclamation points

-I think I slightly pared down a scene in Chapter 4? But I added a new one over it, so that probably cancels out

-Gave other characters a little more dialogue, especially Leon

-Changed descriptions around to be more concise, less repetitive, and less verbose (For these being Leon's chapters, I got weirdly fancy with some of the prose)

-New scene 1: In Chapter 1, a girl talks to Leon while he's waiting in the spaceport, eventually leading to him realizing he's late. This finally gave me a chance to explain why the Interstellar Forces is called that and set up that it is struggling somewhat. I think this also the first time I've gotten to mention that the IF was banned from having weapons.

-New scene 2: In Chapter 4, Jun questions why the IF would let such an inexperienced group go to Neptune (in nicer wording, but still). It sets the tone for the trip in a way that was lacking before.

As much as it stung to realize those chapters were a little rougher than I thought, I'm glad I did this. It's not a complete overhaul, but it brought the quality a little closer to my current stuff. I'm grateful some people were still able enjoy them despite rough edges.

In the times that I've asked for feedback, a few people mentioned Chapters 3 and 4 being a bit of a slog. I... did not trim them down as much as I intended. Every time I tried, it went something like this:

Hopefully, adding that section to Chapter 4 will help it feel a little more worthwhile. That being said, if I'm compelled to edit again, I know there's a few scenes in Chapter 4 that probably should go.

For people who want to see the new scenes without reading the whole episode again, I'll post them down below. If you do want to read the full thing, here's a link.

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New Scene 1 [Bon Voyage, Celestion-5] Ch 1. Boarding for Takeoff

A monitor nearby played an informational video about Earth’s one and only moon colony: Lunaria, the city of his dreams. Though so far away, he felt like it lay within his grasp for the first time. What choice did he have but to be captivated by it?

“Are you heading to your first deployment?” The girl a few seats over might as well have appeared from thin air.

“Hm? How’d you know?” He shook his head out of a daze. Only now did he realize his mouth had been hanging open for who knew how long.

“You seemed pretty enthralled by that video for a star ranger.”

“Oh yeah. Some nights, I spent so long looking at the dome through my telescope, I’d dream about it.” He sighed. “Even now, I can almost breathe that artificial air.”

“I’ve heard it’s cool. My aunt’s paying my way. I bet you’re glad you don’t have to pay those ticket prices either, huh?” She had a pretty laugh.

“Gosh, I thought I’d have to spend my life savings just for a visit. Thank goodness for the IF.”

“You know,” she tilted her head, “I’ve always wondered, why’s it called the Interstellar Forces when we haven’t gone past Mars yet?”

“We’re supposed to dream big now and grow into it later. It worked for me, so…!” he ended with a shrug. “And who knows,” he knew, “we might be going past Mars soon.”

“That’s cute. Sorry about the budget cuts, though. No more weapons, I get, but you guys don’t even have your own ships anymore? They’re just deploying you with us civilians?”

“My ship’s kind of a special case.” Out of curiosity he decided to check his phone. “But I guess it wouldn’t hurt to che–”

His eyes widened in horror at what time it displayed. It was 25 minutes past when he should have boarded.

“Is something wrong?” asked the girl.

“Sorry, I gotta go.” He gathered his bags and hurried over to the receptionist. “Excuse me. This is the boarding area for the Celestion ships, right?” Maybe everyone else was just late. “I was supposed to be boarding a ship 25 minutes ago.”

“Oh, no sir. Are you with the Interstellar Forces? All military spacecraft are located on the opposite end.” The receptionist motioned directly behind him.

“Thank you, thank you so much,” He shook the receptionist’s hand vigorously. “Seriously, my career is in your hands. And yours too,” he sped past the girl, “have a nice trip, bye!”

New Scene 2 [Bon Voyage, Celestion-5] Ch 4. Tour's End

“Quick question.” The oddly familiar one smoothed dark, wavy bangs out of her face… or his face? Leon couldn’t tell at this angle. The androgynous voice didn’t help. “The Celestion crews were chosen by chance, yeah?”

“There’s a coupla exceptions as you’re no doubt aware,” Emil winked, “not to mention the captains, but yeah, most of us are random picks.”

“Right, cool. So, like, not to harsh the vibes, but I noticed that none of us except you and the captain are ranked higher than rangers.”

“I almost ascended to corporal~” Allen spoke up.

“I know, Rox.” The familiar one addressed Emil again. “I dunno, I kinda assumed we’d get stationed on each ship based on our experience and ability level.”

That did surprise Leon when he first heard about the opportunity. Described by his old warrant officer as ‘remarkably average in all abilities,’ he never dreamed he’d be offered the chance to go to Neptune. No one from his base deployed to space in years. He hadn’t even earned the star on his uniform yet. No way would he let such good luck pass him by.

“Huh,” Emil pinched one of his curls, “that does make sense.”

A click from the ceiling brought with it Captain Galhardo’s voice. “Randomized crews are a key element of the Celestion Project. Though each captain, including myself, went through a series of tests to ensure our capability.”

“Well, there you have it. Besides, as long as my brother’s piloting, we’ll make it back a-ok. Nothin’ to worry about.” In only a few strides, Emil made his way to the cooking area. “Over here we have a microwave, an oven, dishes, other kitchen-y stuff–Oooh, guys, I gotta show you something!”

He stuck his arm over the stove, to the confusion of Leon and most of the others, and to their horror, turned it on.

[apex-academy]

Chapter 6: The Decay of Our Lives (#12)

I make my rounds from task to task all evening, and Aidan has to remind me to sit down for a minute at some point. Even so, I’m pretty exhausted by the time 9:00 hits. At least the bedsheet “screen” seems to be holding up despite Ichiriki’s best efforts to not perform his task.

Despite our event being a movie, there’s no popcorn this time—trying not to think too hard about who made the last batches—just some fruit, veggies, and a nacho bar that no one with an appreciation of symmetry could stand if all the lights were still on. 

There were only so many matching containers in the kitchen, okay?

There’s also a big jug of hand sanitizer, in case anyone doesn’t want to take five more steps to go wash their hands in their dorm bathroom. Or someone else’s. Most of us are set up with chairs at our own doorways, but Kanagi’s apparently crashed Ichiriki’s to be a little closer to the screen. Tsunyasha’s room is even farther, but I think she’s more interested in watching the rest of us than the movie, anyway. Not sure what she’s got against the silver screen, but as long as she’s not stirring up trouble, I can’t complain.

Aidan and I ended up with front-row tickets, so he doesn’t have much issue getting people’s attention as he prepares to start the movie.

“It is now 9:00 PM, and our feature film will be beginning shortly!”

“First, I do want to thank everyone for coming, and for your cooperation in getting everything set up!”

“Should you need to take a break or start to nod off—well, your rooms are right there, nehe.”

“But, as far as what you can stand, I’m confident we can all enjoy this event if we only allow ourselves to.” 

“So, grab some food while we’ve still got it, and we’ll get this thing off the ground, shall we?”

Kanagi cheers, while Tsunyasha almost seems to consider a sporting and/or sarcastic clap before focusing on her food instead. Mahavir remains a few awkward paces back from his doorway, like he’s unsure if he’s supposed to have his door closed for this. Don’t think that’d be a great way to see the movie, though.

“Just allow ourselves to enjoy things, huh.”

I side-eye Ichiriki, but he’s busy... filing his nails? Sure, why not. Makes it easier on the rest of us if his concentration’s elsewhere.

At least, until he gets bored in a few minutes and starts complaining again.

Aidan whoops back, then makes sure he and his poof of hair are out of everyone’s way before hitting play. Despite a few ripples in the bedsheet Ichiriki put up, the picture and audio seem to be working just fine. Aidan’s chosen video opens with an airplane moving through the clouds.

How shocking.

I’m probably paying more attention to my food than the movie as it leads us into an airport. Not like things have gotten good yet. Just... a little weird.

We manage to make it a few jokes(?) in before Kanagi cackles loud enough to overcome the soundtrack.

“Did...”

“Did you actually get that pun? I wasn’t sure how well these would go with a Japanese audience.”

“Pff, nah, I totally don’t get it at all! I can just tell it’s funny, dude.”

“...Good enough!”

With that, we’re back to actually being able to hear the movie. It’s really not getting any less absurd. All right.

“........”

“This is SO unrealistic.”

Ah, there he goes. I check over my shoulder, but so far Ichiriki doesn’t seem to be up to any crimes besides eating nachos with a fork and knife.

We didn’t even bring silverware over? Why is...

I’m not gonna worry about it. It’s Ichiriki. If it fits whatever his thing is now, he’ll find a way.

“It most certainly is!"

“Like, why would you want it to be real crap? We already get that with, like...”

“...real crap.”

“But surely any departures from your sad, limited reality should be more glorious than this?”

“Tales of heroes, rather than...”

She shakes her head with an unenthusiastic gesture at the screen. I’m not sure what we missed there, but there sure are babies being thrown now. Amazing. This thing keeps oscillating between slapstick gags and extended-setup puns, and it’s hard to know what I should be paying attention to. Is there a plot?

“Not exactly as intellectual as I would have expected.”

“Hey now, some of those setups are quite clever!”

He makes a passing attempt to scoot towards me before deciding it’s too much effort. The gesture’s been made.

He lifts a hand near his mouth for his best stage whisper.

“And you know what? You’re allowed to laugh at stupid jokes, too.”

He mimes an elbow nudge that is both too far away and on the wrong side to actually reach me. Work with what he’s got, I guess.

“Thanks for the permission.”

“You’re very welcome! Use it well.”

“.........”

And back to the train wreck—plane wreck?—that is this movie. I guess it’s not terrible, just... Is there a plot yet?

We finally make it from the airport onto a plane when the camera focuses on some overhead service button labels. Simple enough English, just above something that is clearly not actual Spanish. The screen flicks back to the actual characters.

“Hey! HOW am I supposed to read a FOREIGN LANGUAGE that fast?!”

“Special training?”

“Oh no are we supposed to be reading.”

You... are at least reading the actual subtitles, right? Right?

“Well, we CERTAINLY aren’t if THAT’S all the time they’ll give us! UNBELIEVABLE!”

“Now, who’s this ‘they’ to whom you’re referring? Because...”

He pauses the movie—on a frame of a character looking even more nervous with the motion blur—and rewinds.

“...we have the technology to take as long as we need.”

He pauses on the text in question. The dorm hallway is infinitely quieter for a few moments.

“I STILL can’t read it! What GIVES?!”

“Yo, my name’s Ich, I’m 19 years old, and I never learned how to frickin’ read.”

“That fool is nineteen?”

“NO!!!”

Why is this happening.

“Er...”

A quiet but rough throat-clearing.

“If it’s of any assistance, I don’t believe that’s intended to be a faithful translation into... any existing language whatsoever.”

“So they MADE IT UP? Just for ONE movie? Who DOES that?!”

“That isn’t... precisely what I...”

“Oh, there’s a sequel, don’t worry!”

“I’m classifying that as a threat.”

“As you well should.”

Before this can devolve any further—I don’t know how it could, but with this team, anything is possible—he hits play again. Back to airplanes and flashbacks and whiplash every which way, with the whole bizarro tone being the only thing holding somewhat steady.

But none of us get up to leave. At least some people end up laughing from joke to joke—mostly Kanagi, but she’s been having a rough time of it. It’s nice to hear her back to normal.

Back to weird?

Anyway. It’s just a night of snorts and snickers, random interruptions that can’t take much away from a random movie, and general split attention between subtitles and congealing nacho cheese. I never burst out laughing, whether Aidan’s horribly disappointed in me or not, but a few moments catch me off-guard enough to get a good snort. 

By the time the movie ends, Aidan and Mahavir have already retreated into their dorms to various degrees in case they pass out, which they do. Ichiriki has successfully kicked Kanagi out of his own room by virtue of shutting the door behind him when she went to grab a refill. She just booed at him and went to try Tsunyasha’s instead. 

I wander back to the refreshments table and try not to pass out myself as the menu screen loops. I should probably turn that off, or something. Not sure I care enough.

“.....”

I’m tired. Not because it’s what-even-o-clock now, though that sure isn’t helping. There’s just too much to worry about. One bizarre lighthearted movie night isn’t going to fix that.

“But it wasn’t a bad break.”

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[followingforest]

Is there a role for fans more than just singing Mull of Kintyre?

For anyone who has started to watch Forest since 1996 you have never had it so good! Obviously Wembley was a massive high seeing Joe lift the play off final trophy but even the most optimistic of us would not have imagined us being 3rd at the end of January in our 3rd season back. This is the best of times for those fans brought up on years of disappointment in league one and the championship.

For people like me - first game in 67, first season ticket in 77/78, we have seen massive highs before. Promotion then win the league (and European Cups) immediately. Then again in the 90’s we go straight back up after relegation and finish 3rd in the Premier League immediately, playing some of the best football I’ve ever seen. If you haven’t seen it look up the videos of that 93/94 team.

The interest in our club, despite our incredible achievements in the glory years, has probably never been higher due to the worldwide impact of the Premier League and the growth of social media. You could spend all day listening to podcasts about our club!

There are some hard truths we have to face however. We can only get 27,500 home fans in the ground. An expanded ground can’t come quickly enough for those who can’t get tickets. As a result of this new season tickets/cards have not been available for a couple of seasons now, meaning increased prices via the membership scheme for fans who don’t have season cards. We need increased capacity at the city ground (not a new ground) asap. This would be difficult in the short term obviously whilst development took place but the longer we wait the more matches happen with fans locked out of the ground.

As fans it can feel frustrating waiting for the club to make these decisions and I fully recognise that these issues are complex and will take massive investment from the owner who has already put millions into squad development to get us here.

So what can fans do? For the vast majority it seems the best we can do is turn up at games and get behind the team. That’s the basic way we support the club, attend the matches, but the merch, sing Mull of Kintyre!

But the fans make any club & we deserve a say in running our club. We are obviously grateful to the owner for his investment but we know football is a precarious business and only a few years ago under the previous owner it felt the future of our club was at serious risk. So in 2016 two things happened which gave an outlet for fans to take back some control over our club.

The emergence of Forza Garibaldi from a meeting in a city centre pub and an impromptu march to the ground to what we see today with their incredible displays at games put the fun back into watching forest by building back the atmosphere in the ground & using the displays to showcase our history. Any fans who want to support them in a practical way are welcomed and I think they are unrivalled as a pro active fans group in this country.

However 2016 also saw the launch of Nottingham Forest Supporters Trust. I remember the rally at the Albert Hall where speakers including Jonny Owen set out why we needed the Trust. Many of us felt Fawaz was killing our club & we had seen other clubs in financial difficulties & how in some cases only a supporters trust was able to save them from going under.

The Trust is a membership organisation- costs £12 a year - has over 700 members. It is a democratic organisation with an AGM and regular meetings and a transparent committee which runs its affairs. It has a seat - alongside some other fan groups - on the clubs Fans Advisory Board. It’s is through this structure that fans concerns can be democratically raised. These concerns can range from the facilities inside the ground to ticket prices and everything in between. They were very vocal in representing fans views on the need to stay at the City Ground. I’d urge fans to join the Trust & have your say on how our club operates.

So to conclude it’s a brilliant time to be a Forest fan, we can read and listen to stuff about our club 24/7, are seeing an exciting team & some incredible players take on & compete with established PL clubs who have dominated the league here for years. We have the prospect of some sort of European football in the autumn for the first time since 1996 but even if we fall away and finish 8th we have seen our team win at Anfield & Old Trafford & shut up the ‘expert pundits’ who predicted we would go down!

Bring on the next 4 months!

Steve Battlemuch

Trent End now & always.

[hipsdofangirl]

hiii🎀

hope you’re doing good, you have been to a svt concert right? I just had a few questions regarding how to purchase the tickets… so I don’t really have any carat friends irl, which means I’ll have to go to a concert on my own (which is not the issue) the main issue is I’m not really a tech person so I have no idea on how to purchase the tickets and everything 😭 the last time svt came to my city I was a minor so I couldn’t attend any tour, now I can attend but I’m just so confused about everything… do you use apps like ticket master? Also do carats with membership get any special benefits (aside from being allowed to book the tickets early)

hii!!! yes i just went to my first svt concert last year and it was a bit wack especially cause kpop concert ticketing is SO MUCH MORE DIFFERENT than other concerts i have been to

i’m not totally sure about anywhere outside the US however, but i’ll still share my experiences if it can shed some help on anything!!

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the tickets were through ticketmaster ONLY (other websites will say but if they cannot redirect you it is a scam).

a couple days before the tickets went live i added both my credit and debit card (i recommend both just in the case the other one doesn’t work but obviously not required for good experience, but in general it is good to have two cards.)

also if you have more than one device or want to open as many tabs, you cannot use the same account on both. so i made two accounts and had one up on my phone (app/website) and computer (website). however, if there is more than one day, you can have the same account for both days on separate tabs. you could use the membership for any tickets.

when the website/app’s ticket sales start, try to refresh once! it can be a jumpscare when it comes up but my reflexes were terrible and i got a low place in line but i refreshed it and waited longer. this is just a possible forewarning though LOL.

so for the membership….in my opinion, it’s really only useful for concert tickets. the other benefits can be obtained via group orders & when people post the photos to social media apps. for ticketing, i had the membership and someone i knew didn’t, so when we ticketed, and i objectively got better seats. or if you don’t want to pay flat ~$20 you could always buy them off someone on instagram or ticketmaster (i recommend instagram cause they WILL give you face value or something most likely to be cheaper than resale sites).

also important for ALL CONCERTS!! please update your password and do not use generic ones!! someone bought tickets from me through the app and a random person stole them! however, if this does happen, it is not the end! call and pester ticketmaster service every morning! this is how we got them back (reddit lowkey gave good advice). if you are able to, add them to your wallet asap and take a video/photo just in case someone later tries to take them, you have evidence.

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this sounds and is a lot of information, but it is all that i found somewhat helpful and unique or something i learned/experienced. i hope some of these at least make you feel a bit more secure when hyping yourself for the ticketing process.

i believe in you!!! it does seem very scary and this feeling won’t go away till after ticketing especially if it’s your first time. however, remember that if you don’t get the tickets the first time (UNLIKELY) then you still have a big chance of acquiring some later!!

if anyone reading this and has any other opinions to add, please comment!

[dragonmasterhiccup]

“Mm, that’s good, and… completely understandable, she’s probably starting to lose her mind.”

Danny chuckled lightly. “Okay, you’re right, she is a pretty cute baby, but she looks more like Astrid, well her eyes at least,” she said, shrugging.

She burst out laughing. “Being a dad is literally a one way ticket to being called old! It’s over for you Hiccup! I’ll be preparing your send off boat and my speech to go with it; “Hiccup was pretty basic; an okay brother and a decent husband and father,” how does that sound?”

She smirked. “Don’t worry about it, I’ll get her to call you ‘old man.’”

“Hiccup, be so for real right now, she probably doesn’t even know that she’s alive, she hasn’t even gained her consciousness yet.”

“Um, it’s been pretty good, actually. As far as I know, everything’s going smoothly. Gobber did teach me how to make a saddle, and some other tools; swords, axes, all that. But yeah, it’s good. See? Just because you take some time off doesn’t mean everything is going to fall apart,” she teased.

Looking at Hiccup and Zephyr, she thought for a moment, debating on whether or not she should ask her question. In the end, she decided it’d be okay, the worst he could say was no, right? “Hey, so uh… do you think I might be able to hold her? I totally get it if you don’t want me to! I was just, I was just asking, is all,” she said, her voice a slight bit nervous.

While yes, the worst he could say was no, that ‘no’ could potentially mean that he didn’t trust her with his daughter, and that would be more than a little upsetting. Though it could also just mean that he didn’t want to let her go, which come on, why would he?

He nodded solemnly. "She was, I think today will help her a lot, especially since I have to get back to being Chief again soon."

Grinning, he looked down at Zephyr again. "She really does! Although, she does have my hair."

Hiccup laughed as well. "In that case, I guess it really is over for me, huh? Well, hopefully I have a few good years left in me, then, right?" Shaking his head, he sighed. "No, there won't be any send off for me anytime soon, not if I can help it."

Comically covering his daughter's ears, he playfully glared at Danny. "Ah, no, you will do no such thing!"

"Zeph is conscious enough to know who Astrid and I are, and that's enough for me."

Raising his eyebrows, he asked, "Wow, axes and swords? I'll have to stop by, see your handiwork. I have to thank you for your help these last couple months, with flying Toothless and helping Gobber. I really appreciate it."

Zephyr was perfectly content, watching Hiccup as he talked with Danny.

At Danny's question, a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, and he nodded, standing up and bringing Zephyr over.

"Just make sure to support her head."

Gently lowering his daughter into his sister's arms, he made sure Zeph was comfortable and Danny was okay before he sat back down.