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cupidcures · 5 months ago

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When Tulips Kiss | Hwang Hyunjin SMAU

CHAPTERS: 𝜗𝜚 ten | eleven | 𝜗𝜚 twelve

WORD COUNT: 2.1k (not proofread)

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“Are you sure this is a good idea…” You paused and laughed nervously as you near the place where they all lived, and that’s including the one and only, Hwang Hyunjin. “I don’t wanna intrude on you and your friends’ personal space.” You finished and fidgeted with the basket of fruits you made for them. Although they made it clear that you’re welcome any time, you can’t help but feel like you shouldn’t come, especially considering how things were before. But maybe it’s better to leave things in the past and forget about it? You felt a gentle pressure as you looked to the right of you and saw Minho squeezing your shoulder with a softened expression.

“You’ll be fine, I already told the boys and they’re fine with it. If you don’t want to then it’s totally okay and I could walk you back to your dorm, but if the only reason why you’re hesitating is because you’re nervous about my friends, they’re really nice I promise. They’ll love you, and you’ll love them too.” Minho reassured you gently to try to loosen you up a bit and ease you, and it worked, sorta.

“Okay, I’ll come. Sorry about that, just nervous that’s all. Now let’s go!” You lifted your head up to look more confident as the man beside held your hand and led you toward the front door. It doesn’t take very long until you get there, probably 10-20 seconds until Minho takes his keys out with a jingle and unlocks the door, opening wide for you to enter. You thank him, but the moment you enter, you could feel the confidence slowly seep out of your body. Looking back at Minho for confirmation, he nods at you to continue, and you sigh and take your shoes off, leaving them by the entrance. You shook off the nervous feeling you were experiencing the best you could, as the fragrant aroma came to your attention.

“What’s that smell?” You asked as your stomach grumbled, leaving you to chuckle shyly and Minho to laugh at you, in a lighthearted way of course.

“When I told the group chat that I was bringing you over, Felix wanted to make some ramen so you had something to eat while you were here. That means he cares about you, by the way.” He responded and took you to the dining room where you placed the fruit basket, then to the living room to meet his friends. In real life, this time. Chan was on his phone scrolling, Changbin and Jeongin were playing Super Smash Bros on the TV, and you assumed Felix was in the kitchen. Gosh, you can’t think of any other time when you were this nervous before, and you don’t understand why. You didn’t have trouble with socializing even if you were more on the quiet side. Maybe it’s because you guys didn’t have a good first impression?

“Hey guys I’m back, this is Y/N as you all already know.” Minho introduced and grinned proudly as they all turned their head to the both of you as you shyly waved.

“Hello!” You greeted them as they all said their responses.

“Hey Y/N, you look great!”

“Y/Nnieeeee hello!!~”

“Y/N HI!! SORRY, I’M ALMOST DONE, I’ll bring it over there as soon as it’s ready!!”

“Y/Nnie we’re so glad you’re here! Come watch us play!” Jeongin beamed and took you away from Minho before sitting you down on the couch, fist-bumping Changbin while you were at it. You watched as Jeongin won against Changbin in every single race and how Chan would cheer and pat him on the back, then go to comfort Changbin who stood up and threw a fit as a joke, prompting everyone in the room laughed at his childish behavior. Minho sat down next to you after coming back from… Well, you don’t really know, but somewhere in the house. Felix eventually came out from the kitchen, bringing out seven bowls of ramen for all of us to enjoy. Wait.. seven?

“Ramen is ready!!!!!” Felix exclaimed with a shit ton of energy before sitting down on the floor.

“Thank you for the meal, Felix! OH RIGHT! I brought the fruits that you guys wanted in a basket! I’ll get it!” You remembered and got up to the dining room table to transfer the fruits to the living room table instead. The boys erupted in cheers as you brought the fruits out, causing you to let out a light giggle at their excitement.

“See? You fit right in.” Minho whispered in your ear and then gave you a tender smile, which you returned to him. You then turned to Felix to ask him who that seventh bowl was for, that was until a certain someone appeared in your vision. Fuck. And of course, it was for Hyunjin. It totally slipped your mind that he was part of this group. You didn’t know it then, but your gaze on him lingered a little too long for it to be considered normal. His hair was disheveled and his cheeks were glowing bright red. You must’ve been staring for a while because Hyunjin ended up looking your way and made eye contact with you. He raised an eyebrow and you pried your eyes off of his, looking back down at the food.

“Yo Hyunjin! Come on and sit down, let’s all eat together!” Chan patted the space next to him and you sighed to yourself, as the empty space Chan told him to sit at happened to be right in front of you.

Jeongin waited for Hyunjin to sit down before clasping his hands together, “Alright! Thank you for the food! Let’s all eat well!” He cheered and picked up his chopsticks as we all waited for him to take the first bite, then proceeding to eat after he did. The atmosphere in the room was lively and so SO warm. You sat back and observed how everybody interacted with one another, and you smiled to yourself. If you were being honest, you caught yourself staring at Hyunjin more than you’d like to admit, but the way he joked around and messed around with his friends almost made you forget about what happened, and only remember all the good parts about him. Keyword: Almost. You snapped out of it and continued to eat your food, joining in the conversation here and there. You weren’t used to this particular group setting, and it was obvious. At least, to Jeongin, and the guy that you used to know. Almost everyone here was so nice to you and was always trying to include you in on the conversations so you don’t feel left out, and you’re grateful for it. You did your best to flow with the conversations, and for the most part, it worked. You felt your eyelids getting heavy and so you rested your head on Minho’s shoulder and you felt him stiffen up for a moment, before relaxing and wrapping his arm around your shoulder, pulling you in closer. You closed your eyes simply just to rest them, but you stayed listening to the conversations the boys held with each other. But in timely fashion, you felt a pair of eyes staring at you after you had closed your eyes. Everything in you told you to not open your eyes, as deep down you knew whose eyes you would meet when you opened yours, but you did it anyway. To your surprise, you made eye contact with Hyunjin once again, but that wasn’t what surprised you. It was the glossy sheen in his eyes that made them sparkle even more than they usually did.

Was he.. about to cry?

Concern and worry flashed through your mind, and you cursed at yourself for still caring for him after everything. You waited until he looked away first, but just like 4 years ago, his eyes stayed on you, and all you wanted at that moment was to be able to read his mind and see what he was thinking. You were sure that if the two of you stayed looking at each other for any longer, someone would notice, so you forced yourself to look away and lift your head off of Minho’s shoulder.

“Everything alright?” He patted your head as you giggled and nodded.

“Yeah, everything’s fine. Where’s your bathroom?” You questioned as he told you how to get there, so you thanked him with a kiss on the cheek as the boys around “ooooo’d” at the interaction teasingly. You use the couch as support to help you stand up as you walk your way to the bathroom, once again, feeling a pair of eyes burning the back of your head. You enter the bathroom and close the door just to stare at yourself in the mirror. You let out a conflicted sigh while you took this time to fix your hair and makeup.

“Why did he look like he was about to cry..?” You mumbled quietly to yourself, thinking of all the possible reasons, apparently all possible reasons BUT the most obvious one.

Once you finish putting chapstick on, you open the door to join the rest of the group, only to be pushed back inside by Hyunjin. A rush of emotions rushed over you in an instant as he closed the door behind him and locked the door.

“What are you doing?” Hyunjin crosses his arms, demanding an answer out of you, but all you can do is look at him with a disoriented look. He stares at you a little more longer before exhaling in frustration and brushing his hair back, one of his habits you remember from years ago.

“What’s your goal here Y/N? Why are you doing this to me??” He urged in a hushed manner to not attract any attention from outside.

“I’m doing nothing to you Hwang. Why are you so vague and yet you expect me to know what you’re talking about? I can’t read what’s on your mind so can you please, for ONCE, be forward with it??” You looked away from him, copying his body language and crossing your arms as well. He leaned his head and back against the wall and looked to the floor. He stayed silent for a while, and it was killing you. The silence between the two of you was deafening, the only noises you heard were the distant chatters of your friends in the next room.

“Stop calling me Hwang, please. You know me as Hyunjin and, as far as I know, we’ve passed the surname stage a long time ago…” Hyunjin took a breath in and you turned your attention back on the boy, waiting for him to continue. “You’re hurting me, again. And you don’t even know it. Or maybe you do, and you just don’t care. I hate seeing you around. I hate seeing you laugh and I hate seeing you happy.” Hyunjin takes a step towards you and looks into your eyes, desperately searching for something, but you didn’t know what it was that he was searching for. His words felt like a punch to the gut, and you could feel your lips start to quiver. You already knew he felt this way about you, so why are you so hurt over this?

“Tell me something I don’t know.” You spoke to him in a bitter tone, attempting to cover up the aching feeling in your chest.

God, just let this conversation end already.

“Tell you something you don’t know? Okay. I hate all of it because it hurts me. It fucking hurts seeing you so happy when I’m not even with you, when we hate each other. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. It was NEVER supposed to be like this, how could you be so happy?” Hyunjin bit his lip, cheeks flushed, partially because of the fact he was still drunk, but mostly because he was embarrassed.

“What do you mean? You hate me that much that you don’t wanna see me happy?” You furrowed your brows together and put your hand under his chin to make him look at you.

“…..Are you serious?” He stared into your eyes in disbelief, looking for any ounce of dishonesty, but there wasn’t any. There was just confusion. And so he laughed, leaving you only more confused.

“Nevermind. Forget this ever happened, I’m drunk anyway. I don’t know what I was thinking. I hate you so much. I hate you so fucking much for ruining us.” Hyunjin stepped back while shaking his head with tears welling up in his eyes, but before you could even open your mouth to say something, he opens the bathroom door and goes inside his room.

Hyunjin locks his bedroom door and throws himself on his bed, exasperated. He convinces himself that it hurts him to see you around and happy because of how much he hates you. But we all know that if you were around for him, if you were happy because of him, if it were him instead of Minho, he would finally realize that it’s not hate that he’s feeling. But it isn’t him, so he’ll never realize it.

a/n: sooo… hyunjin struggles with communication and y/n is painfully oblivious to everything! 🤗 also sorry… i didn’t expect for this part to be a written one ngl

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jessi4fanfics · 7 months ago

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TROLLS HOLIDAY OF HAVOC- A VALENTINES FANFIC: Part 1 (warning, rlly long)

only read this story if you are like REALLY bored and have nothing to do for the next bajillion minutes cuz ITS LONG

Its a mix of Broppy with a bit of Cliva!

I wrote this on Wattpad if you would rather read it there. 😘

"UGHHHHHHH," John Dory groaned as he and the rest of the BroZone brothers fell onto the couch the morning after one of their shows.

They were in Branch's bunker living room, where all of them except for Bruce lived now, though Bruce did live there when he was planning on staying in Pop Village for a while for shows, like this last week.

And there was only one way to describe what the brothers felt now: EXHAUSTED.

"I can't believe we did six shows in five days last week!" Clay groaned.

"I don't think I've slept since Monday," Branch sighed.

"At least we were all together," Floyd suggested. "It's better than when we were all apart, right?"

They all stared at him. It was obvious from their faces that they didn't really agree.

"I miss Brandy," Bruce sighed sadly, taking a picture of his wife and kids out of his hair.

"You always miss Brandy," John said, annoyed. "Why don't you enjoy hanging around us for a little while at least?"

"Because you guys never tell me how much you love me," Bruce shot back.

Floyd touched his shoulder. "Bruce, we love you a ton."

Bruce stared at him, then shrugged Floyd's hand off of his should. "Ehh, it's not the same."

"I'd be concerned if it was." Branch stood up. "Guys, we're all acting weird and mopey. You know why?"

"Because you didn't make us pancakes for breakfast like we asked?" John asked.

Branch frowned. "What? No. I told you; I don't have all the ingredients!"

"Well, I offered to go to the store for you, but nooooo you said--"

"It's because we all need a break!" Branch interrupted. "We've been working our butts off ever since we got back together, which is good, but we deserve a break sometime. Which is why--" He turned and grabbed the BroZone Planner book from off of the breakfast table, "--I completely emptied all of our activities this week." He placed it in front of Clay.

"What?! No way!" Clay opened the planner to the week that it was. It was true. The whole week had nothing written anywhere on it.

The brothers stared at it for a while.

"Omigosh, yes!! This is what I've been secretly wanting for the past two months!" John gave a sigh of relief.

"That means we can do whatever we want all week!" Floyd smiled. "This is gonna be so much fun!"

"Guys, we should totally go bowling!" Bruce suggested.

John gave Bruce a funny look. "Why?"

"Cuz I haven't been bowling in forever! Last time I went bowling with Brandy, I broke my left pinkie toe!" He lifted his foot to show his toe, which was hanging in a weird way.

"Eww, that is disgusting, put that down!" Branch shrieked, covering his eyes.

"Dude, it's just the way of nature. Things break. Including toes," Bruce explained.

"That doesn't mean we want to see it!" Floyd gagged.

"Okay, okay!! If you put that foot down, we'll go bowling!" John compromised.

"Okie!" Bruce put down his foot and gasped. "We can call it-- browling!!"

"Haha!! Yes! I love it!" John laughed, nudging him.

Clay had been quiet. His eyes were so wide they looked like saucers. Then he gave a relieved sigh. "Oh my gosh, it is so satisfying to open this planner to this week and see nothing in it."

"There's not nothing in it," Literal John pointed out. "It says 'Valentines Day' right there."

Clay gave him the bro, are you kidding me? look. "Thanks."

"You're welcome! 🤗" John answered.

"Ahhh, Valentines Day," Bruce gave another sigh, this time full of relaxation and enjoyment, as he sat back. "You know, Brandy and I met on Valentines Day."

His brother turned to him, annoyed.

"Yah, we know," John grunted. "You tell us every Saturd--"

"It was exactly ten years ago," Bruce began suddenly.

The rest of BroZone groaned.

"I was new to Vacay Island and the Islanders, and watched them party in the evening of Valentines Day, all partying like they were never gonna stop. I watched sadly, wishing that I had my own Valentine to party with."

"And then that's when you saw her," Branch predicted.

"By the snack stand," Clay continued.

"All alone," Floyd reminded.

"Looking kind of depressed," John finished. "Maybe a bit like us right no--"

"And then!" Bruce didn't wait for JD to finish. "I decided now was my chance. So I walked up to that beauty. Her eyes were shining like bits of heaven itself. Her skin as yellow as a really ripe banana. Her hair as stringy as the cheese in a cheese and spinach ravioli."

"Why do you always describe her like that?" Clay asked. "It absolutely disgust--"

Bruce ignored him. "And I walked up to her and said, 'Hey, you must be today's special cuz you're making me hungry!"

All the brothers winced, just as they always did whenever Bruce got to that part.

"I'm really surprised she didn't punch you after saying that," Branch remarked.

"Oh, she did," Bruce chuckled.

"Wait, what?!!" Clay gasped.

"Dude, how come you've never told us the one interesting part in this lame story?!!" John gaped.

"I don't know. It didn't really matter," Bruce shrugged.

"What is wrong with you?" Clay asked.

Floyd laughed.

"Well, anyways. After I said that, she--"

They all groaned again.

"BROOOOOZOOONNNEEEE!!!" came a high but sweet voice from the hallway.

Queen Poppy burst into the living room, her face full of excitement and joy. She waved a pink envelope in the air before twirling excitedly in the room. "I'm sorry that I just popped out of nowhere, but I had to tell you--!!"

She stopped, noticing Bruce's mouth open, mid-story. "Oop, am I interrupting something?"

"Nope, you just saved us," Clay said gratefully.

"Yes, please continue. Even your news may beat Bruce's story," John pleaded.

Branch smiled and rolled his eyes. He was completely grateful to Poppy for interrupting though. Hearing the same story every week wasn't very fun.

"What'd you want to tell us?" He asked, walking toward her.

"Well, you know how Valentines Day is in two days?" She sang in a happy voice.

"Ugh, don't start Bruce all over again!" John said, alarmed.

Bruce crossed his arms. "I don't get why you guys don't enjoy it. It's absolutely lovely."

"Sure, Bruce. If you say so." Floyd patted his shoulder.

"We were just talking about it," Branch informed Poppy, who looked a bit confuzzled.

"Oh. Well, good!" She grabbed his left arm. "I wanted to invite you all to--"

"Wait, invite us to?" Branch stopped her. "Poppy, I thought I told you, we were taking a break from parties and everything else all week!"

Poppy looked at him, remembered, then blushed. "Oh. Well, uhhh--" she scratched the back of her head. "It's not really a... party."

Branch sighed and took the pink envelope and opened it. Inside the card said:

YOU ARE CORDIALLY INVITED TO POP VILLAGE'S FIRST ANNUAL VALENTINE'S DAY DANCE!!

Formal Dress Required. Snacks Provided! 6pm to 9pm.

"Popppyyy," he gave long groan.

"I'm sorry, I didn't-- I forgot, you don't have to go!" Poppy's face flushed even more.

"Another party?!" John moaned, leaning back on the couch.

"But I was hoping to go back home that day!" Bruce said. He sighed. "Well, I guess..."

Clay also gave a sad sigh. "There goes our empty week." He grabbed a pencil and tried to bring himself to write in the planner Valentine Dance.

"For the second time, it's not empty! It already says 'Valentines Day', right there!" John pointed out again.

"DUDE HOW LITERAL CAN YOU BE?!!" Clay shrieked.

"Guys!" Poppy yelled.

They all turned to her.

She turned back to Branch. "Look. You're right. You told me not to invite you to a party. I thought the ball would be alright since it wasn't really a party, but I shouldn't have taken you so literally, and I'm sorry. You all don't have to go, no pressure." She gave him a kind smile and turned around and left.

They all stared after her.

"That was really sweet of her," Floyd said.

"Wow. Branch. She practically got on her knees, begging for forgiveness, and you just stand there like a doofus!" John said.

"Yeah, Brandy never would never have done that for me," Bruce said, impressed.

"Mostly because she doesn't have knees," Clay smarted.

The Clay and John snickered.

"I don't find that funny!" Bruce shouted.

Branch sat down next to Floyd.

"Penny for your thoughts," Floyd said gently.

"I think I'm gonna go to the dance," Branch said shortly.

"What?!" John turned to him. "What happened to browling?!!"

"We have all week to do that, it's just one day, guys." Branch shrugged. "Besides, I kinda want to make this Valentines Day perfect for Poppy. The past few haven't gone-- well, very well."

"What do you mean?" Floyd asked.

~~~ THREE YEARS AGO~~~

"Happy Valentines Day, Branch!!!" Poppy held out a Valentine's Day card to a grumpy Branch.

He took it with a plastered smile then stomped on it angrily.

"😱😱!!!" Everyone gasped.

~~~ TWO YEARS AGO~~~

"Happy Valentines Day, Branch!!" Poppy held out another Valentine's Day card for a grumpy Branch.

He took it and stomped on it.

"😱😱!!!" Everyone gasped.

~~~ONE YEAR AGO (Branch has his true colors now, y'all)~~~

"Happy Valentines Day, Branch!!" Poppy held out her annual Valentine's Day card to a now happy Branch, sure he wasn't going to stomp on it.

Glitter sprayed in his face.

"EEEWW, I GOT GLITTER IN MY MOUTH!!" Branch shrieked. "I THINK IMMA PUKE-" runs away gagging dangerously.

"😱😱!!!" Everyone gasped.

~~~BACK TO PRESENT TIME~~~

"Oof, yah, you do owe her a good Valentines Day," Floyd completely agreed.

"And maybe this is my way of doing it," Branch said. He got up. "I'm going to go tell Poppy. But none of you guys have to go."

"Oh, don't worry, we've got that in mind," John said, annoyed.

"Poppy!" Branch ran out of the living room smack into--

"Hiii!!" Poppy gave him a giddy smile.

"Poppy, were you standing there the whole time?" Branch asked, lifting an eyebrow.

She shifted uncomfortably. "Mayyybeee."

He couldn't help smiling.

"I was hoping you'd say you would still come! And you did!!" Poppy gave an excited squeal and jumped onto him, giving him a big hug.

"Okay, okay, but I don't think the rest of them are coming," Branch gently pushed her off of him.

"That's okay." She waved her hand carelessly. "As long as you're there."

He grinned.

"Viva and I are so excited, we're planning on decorating it all by ourselves and we're ordering the biggest cake you've ever seen and--" she gave an excited gasp. "Branch!! You'll have to come over tomorrow! I have so many ideas for your tuxedo!"

"Well, I-- uhh." Branch wasn't sure if he wanted to wear another tuxedo in his life. He had worn that all week so far.

"How about around 11am tomorrow?! Okay, good!" She kissed his cheek, not waiting for an answer. "I'll see you then!!!" And she danced toward the elevator.

Branch gave an exasperated sigh.

~~~ The Next Day~~~

"I'm off to Poppy's to see about tuxedos, guys," Branch said.

"Ouch, good luck with that." John lay on his back on the couch, covering the whole thing.

Branch rolled his eyes.

"Branch, do you have a mailbox?" Bruce asked from the breakfast nook. "I haven't had mail in forever!"

"Pfft, who'd send mail to you?" John asked. "You aren't a thrilling teenager anymore, Bruce."

"As a matter of fact, I get tons of fanmail, Mister I'm-Jealous-Cuz-I've-Never-Gotten-One-Fan-Letter-In-My-Entire-Life. But I was talking more about my family," Bruce said defensively.

"Mmm." John had no comeback.

"As an answer to your question," Branch finally managed to cut in, "No, Bruce, I do not. Poppy's working on that. I can go get your mail at the post office if you want."

"Ooh, and while you're there," Clay handed him a letter to mail.

"What's this?" Branch asked.

"Well, it's--" Clay began in his I'm-about-to-blab-about-serious-boring-and-important-stuff-for-about-fifteen-minutes voice.

"Ya know what, doesn't matter, I'll take it." Branch was not about to stand here for fifteen minutes. Not when he could be talking to Poppy. "Anything else?"

"Oh! I have a grocery list!" John got up and handed him a five-foot-long list.

"John, I'm going to Poppy's pod. I'm not going anywhere near the grocery store."

"Well, you asked 'anything else' and I told you!" John went back to the couch. "You're welcome."

Branch rolled his eyes.

"Here, Branch. I'll go do that stuff." Floyd got up from the breakfast table. "You can go on ahead to Poppy's pod."

"Oh. Thanks, Floyd." Branch gave him a smile.

"We're off!" Floyd announced.

"Hmm."

"They don't care, let's just go before they order us to go pick up something somewhere else," Branch whispered.

"Good idea," Floyd agreed.

They started off toward the direction of Poppy's pod (the post office was on the way).

"Soooo...." Floyd said in a singsong voice.

"Soooo?" Branch asked.

"What's your gameplan?"

"For what?"

Floyd laughed. "Asking Poppy to the dance!"

"What?" Branch gave him a funny look. "I have to ask her? She's not just gonna assume we're going together because we're dating?"

"Well, of course she does. But it's more fun for the girls when they get asked." Floyd grinned. "You know, you'd think you've never been in a famous boyband."

"Yeah, well, girls weren't always my first priority, you know."

"I can see that." Floyd's grin turned into a gentle smile. "Branch, I want you to do how proud I am of you."

Branch shifted uncomfortably. "For what?"

"Getting along. Without us. Even before you had your true colors back. You dealth with Grandma..." Floyd gulped. "Well, you dealt with that all alone. And you still went on."

"Barely." Branch shrugged. "If it wasn't for Poppy, I don't know where I'd be right now."

"Well, it wasn't just Poppy." Floyd looked straight into Branch's blue eyes. "Poppy isn't in control of you changing, Branch. That's almost all you. She may have changed you, but you let her. And that's why you're here now, dating the Queen of the Pop Trolls."

Branch flushed.

Floyd chuckled. "I remember the day you were born. Clay made ten lame jokes about you right away, laughing at them by himself, Bruce seemed to be grumpy because you had blue eyes when he had always wanted them, and John looked like he wanted to die because he now had four brothers instead of three. But I knew right away, you were something special, Branch."

"I'm not that special," Branch said. But he couldn't stop smiling. "Oh, there's Poppy and Viva!"

They were in front of Poppy's pod, doing backflips in the grass, giggling like crazy.

"Oh, man, they're gonna break their necks!" Branch rushed to them. "Poppy, wait, don't--!!"

Floyd laughed, watching. Then he looked at Viva. She was laughing at Branch as well, giving him a teasing push, and he turned on her and tweaked a blonde curl, grinning, something he had grown to do lately as he as now as close to her as his brothers.

Branch knew a lot about Viva already because he hung around Poppy so much. Floyd wondered if he was close enough to her to be able to jokingly tweak a curl.

No, definitely not. But it would be fun to have a friend like that. And he hadn't had very many since he went to Mount Rageous.

Suddenly, an idea popped in his head. It sounded alright. Would Viva think so?

He smiled and walked toward her calmly, on a mission.

...

#broppy #branch trolls #trolls 3 #brozone #trolls band together #dreamworks trolls #trolls poppy #trolls bruce #trolls clay #trolls cliva #this is so long im so sorry

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kaylinalexanderbooks · 7 months ago

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Character voice

Thanks to @elsie-writes here, @elizaellwrites here, @mk-writes-stuff here and here, and @willtheweaver here.

Rules: rewrite a given line in your OCs' voices!

Got long, under the cut :)

"I've got a headache."

Lexi: "Oh, man I got a headache. Well, that's what ibuprofen is for. Time to go out to a crowded bowling alley!"

Maddie: "I've felt worse. I'll be fine." (Is dizzy)

Ash: "I have felt worse before. Maybe I should use those probing devices :)" (bad idea)

Gwen: (if she has nothing to do) "I should probably go lie down. I don't feel good." (If she does) "I feel terrible, but I'll push through. For [person]."

Robbie: "Pfft I'll be fiiiine don't worry about it! I have braved through more before!" (Is later seen lying down)

Akash: "No need to worry about me. I'll take some Tylenol and be okay."

Jedi: "I will be alright. We have medication for a headache." *Injects himself with some over the counter drugs*

Carmen: "Everyone BE QUIET I have a headache!"

Everyone is so healthy here (:

Prompt: Uh oh, you forgot to do something very important!

Lexi: "Oh no! I forgot!?? How??" *flips frantically through her color-coded planner* "I couldn't have forgotten to write it down.... it's not possible...it has to be here somewhere..."

Maddie: "I did? Whoops."

Ash: "Oh. Sorry. Uh, guess I'll try and remember next time."

Gwen: "Oh my gosh I am so sorry I forgot!! I've been under so much stress lately... It won't happen again. What can I do for you to help?"

Robbie: "Oh SHITSHITSHITSHITSHIT--" *scrambles around trying to get it done in five seconds*

Akash: "WHAT?! Shit, there's no way I forgot... Guess I did, huh. What is wrong with me? This is why I write stuff down... Oh, um, sorry I forgot, man. Uhh hey is there any way I can make this up to you? Like now? Cause this may haunt me."

Jedi: "Oh, I am terribly sorry... It must be sleep deprivation... I apologize, I will go do that now."

Carmen: *borderline panic attack, likely kicks or punches something*

"Where are we? How did we get here?"

Perfect for TSP actually

Lexi: "Wait, what just happened? Everything just simultaneously changed. The temperature and humidity levels are different. I must be dreaming." (Anxious)

Maddie: "Woah that was super weird. Where do you think we are? (Excited and curious)

Ash: "What-- that isn't possible...but it clearly is... what happened?" (Is also genuinely curious)

Gwen: "Woah. How did we get here? It's... admittedly cool here. Beautiful even."

Robbie: "Holy shit, where are we?! Did I blackout? Or was I just walking and not paying attention so much I took a wrong turn?"

Akash: "Dude...what happened? Did we take a wrong turn? I don't think we did - I was paying attention."

Jedi: "Well... *looks around and pokes at the map on his tablet* it appears this map was not as straightforward as I assumed. I frankly have no idea how we got here. I suppose we are lost. Well, if we must be here, let us survey the area and collect data." (This is what I call the Star Trek Voyager method)

Carmen: "Who gave me wrong directions?! There is no way I possibly got lost. Who can tell me in precise detail how we got here?!"

"I don't have enough curse words for how much you pissed me off."

This one was harder than I thought because most of these guys don't get cold angry, but I'll try.

Lexi: "I have a pretty large vocabulary. I know all the synonyms for, like, every curse word. But I don't think that I know enough for you!"

Maddie: "Hm. I'm not sure I can think of enough curse words that can describe how I feel toward you. Like, none of them work."

Ash: "I would love to cuss you out, but nothing is accurately describing how mad I just got."

Gwen: "I'm not exactly one for swearing, and I'm really pissed that I can't use any cuss word in English, Spanish, or Italian because you're making me so angry."

Robbie: "Bro, I have the most creative swears I know, and even I can't think of one you deserve."

Akash: "Y'know you're pissing me off so much that I literally cannot think of a good enough swear for you."

Jedi: "I will have you know that I am not one for expletives, and I see that this is because I have never been able to find one that quite describes how I am feeling toward people like you."

Carmen: "I would love for you to see how angry I am, but unfortunately you're such an irritating idiot that I cannot find a single swear in my vocabulary that can accurately depict that fury!"

"You want me to eat that?"

Lexi: "Oh, you want me to eat this? Um, that's...fine, thank you.... Y'know I actually ate a lot earlier, and I don't think you want me to eat anything else...thanks though. Really thoughtful of you."

Maddie: "I don't want to eat that."

Ash: "No offense, but I'm not going to like this."

Gwen: "It was very sweet of you to think of me, but I don't actually like [ingredients]. Yeah...sorry. I feel bad, can I do anything for you?"

Robbie: *long exhale* "Look, man, I know you worked really hard on this. And...yeah it's awesome for you to uh....do this. But...I don't think you want me to eat that."

Akash: "That food looks interesting. Oh, you want me to eat that? Umm. Okay..."

Jedi: "It would...be my pleasure to eat this. However, I am afraid I don't quite like this meal."

Carmen: "Why would you want me to eat that? It's gross."

Alrighty that's finally done. Softly tagging @aziz-reads @atelierwriting @mysticstarlightduck @steh-lar-uh-nuhs @stesierra @rickie-the-storyteller @sam-glade @memoriethereaderandwriter-blog @ahordeofwasps @spitefulbull + anyone else who wants to

Your phrase is, "Who would leave milk on the counter?"

TSP intro

TSP tag list (ask to be +/-): @thepeculiarbird @illarian-rambling @televisionjester @finchwrites

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emojireviewpage · 2 years ago

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🤯 Mindblown (Exploding head) emoji review 🤯

Apple: The mushroom cloud is reminding me of an hydrogen bomb. The head bits are going around! Was the explosion too strong for them? I like the details and the crack textures. They had the most shocking moments of their life. 9/10 the expression is a bit fake though.

Google: What were they hiding on their head, marshmallows? The head is cut too sharp. I’d like it better if it had the crack details. I guess it is kinda cute and they look so surprised! 6/10 adorable surprise

Samsung: Omg this is so cute! I love the colors on the inside of the cloud. It’s like they merged apple and Google emoji. Must be a dorky guy and fun to be around. He even has a realistic mouth! 9/10 he had watched fnaf jump scares.

Microsoft: Cross-eyed. Reminds me of my club’s mate who is Asperger’s. I guess this is kinda cute, but looks like an exploding bowl with a face. 3/10 why does it have a purple mouth.

WhatsApp: Honestly, the explosion is so RED, it looks like it’s raining tomato sauce. Am I the only one who thinks this? 7/10 it’s cold that you can see the outside.

Twitter: No hope for twitter. 2/10 because I don’t think it’s that horrible.

Facebook: it has a shockwave! Must be strong. Sorry, were you so shocked your eyes froze? This might look so good if they animated this emoji for a reaction, or do they already have a reaction version of this emoji? 8/10 I don’t use Facebook.

Skype: If this was a cartoon character, its name would be Richard. Here we have, Mr Richard, who is mindblown because they saw a 1 min Clip of kingda ka. It is understandable since that ride is INSANE. Its parents would be Samsung and Google. 5/10 Yummy inside. Is it chocolate?

Twitter emoji stickers: Can we appreciate how detailed the explosion is. It even has blue sparks and lightnings. They probably got an entire concert on their head. The face reminds me of Toad of Mario bro. I don’t know why. Absolutely exquisite shading below the flying bits. Tilted mouth expressing how intense that was. 9.5/10 Cute eyes don’t really fit though.

Joypixels: I’m digging this. The mouth is nice. The shading, It looks like it is airbrushed with a procreate brush. It is like my drawings. I guess they watched a Tekken fight and got shocked. 7.5/10 btw Who mains Kazuya in smash.

TossFace: No rating because protect this adorable toddler before they die from a fatal injury.

Emojipedia: Ah👏Yes👏You👏Look👏Like👏A👏Chef👏Could👏You👏Please👏Cook👏A👏Tasty👏Rib-eye?👏Im👏Sure👏You👏Are👏A👏Michelin👏Star👏Mastermind👏Is👏The👏Explosion👏White👏Bread?👏 Chef/10

LG: Amber eyes. Posible gem treasure? I like the shockwave and the cracks are amazingly detailed. I like the little glints. 7/10

Thank you! 💗

oh my gosh!🤯

#Emojireview #Emoji #emojis #emojireviews #emojiratings #explosion #mindblown #Fyp #cute #Emojirates #fyp page #2023 #nice #Funny #post

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inkedrkives · 2 years ago

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A Fuckboy's Oath

“Oh my gosh, hi Jeongguk!” One of the girls mustered up the confidence to greet the jock. Jeongguk looks their way and only gives them a small smile.

Jimin clicks his tongue, shaking his head. Jeongguk carried Jimin’s bag and books and walked with him to the cafeteria.

“What? I only smiled at them.” Jeongguk says, putting the books on the table where the council usually sits. Jimin is the council president and Jeongguk’s one and only favorite nerd.

“Oppa, do you wanna have lunch with us? We have a free seat on our table.” Another girl approaches them. Jeongguk shakes his head in refusal, “No, thank you.” He respectfully declines.

Jimin sighs, giving Jeongguk a pat on the shoulders, “Stay strong.” He teases.

“Oh please, like she’d ever move me.” Jeongguk assures Jimin.

Let me tell you the story about how the two met. Jimin was a transferee a year ago, and when Jeongguk caught wind about the genius transferee, he looked forward to getting a good banter with the latest nerd in school. “Your standards are so low, there’s no way a nerd can be cute.” is what Jeongguk told his friends when they couldn’t stop talking about Jimin.

So, to prove his point, he walked to the next building and went straight to the nerd’s classroom.

“Alright, where is the nerd...everyone..is talking…about..” His voice trailed off when his world moved in slow motion. Jeongguk feels a ray of sunlight shining behind a gorgeous man, smiling with crescent moons as he laughed, hands shyly covering his face. Cherry blossoms float in Jeongguk’s mind when he watches his lips move as he talks, and that pout, that pretty little pout— “Hey bro, were you looking for me?” His thoughts get interrupted like a screeching record when his friend, Namjoon, approaches him.

“Ya, ya, ya–” He hits Joon’s chest lightly with the back of his hand. “What’s his name?”

“Oh? Him? Park Jimin. He’s the transferee everyone’s talking about. Apparently he got a perfect score on the entrance exam and got recommended by many professors.”

“He’s perfect, alright. I’m going to make him mine.”

But Jimin had standards, and he wasn’t easy. He’s determined to never date playboys like Jeongguk; besides, he always focused on his academics first. Dating someone with a fuckboy reputation would just do him more harm than good.

However, Jimin’s dedication to his academic affairs is just as how Jeongguk was relentless in pursuing him. He’d walk him to class everyday, drive him home on his motorbike, and would even dedicate his points to him, saying “This is for you, Jimin!” The jock would wink before landing a three-point shot in basketball tournaments.

So, Jimin decided to give him a chance—in one condition: Jeongguk proves that he can be faithful and mature.

Hence, the fuckboy’s oath.

After basketball practice the next day, Jeongguk immediately showered and went straight to the university fair to look for Jimin. It wasn’t difficult to spot the kissing booth, as a large group of students lined up for their spot.

“Oh my God it’s Jeongguk!” “Do you think he’s participating too? I don’t mind paying for both of them.” “Jeongguk is so hot.” The player could hear the murmurs, but he ignored them all. He walked past the people lining up and went behind the booth.

Taehyung spots Jeongguk, so he gives Jimin a little nudge, sporting a smirk on his lips, “Your Romeo is here.” He says. Jimin quickly turns to look for Jeongguk, and when their eyes meet, Jeongguk curses under his breath. “Did you really have to wear a lip balm?”

“Of course he has to, there’s looooot of lips to kiss today.” Taehyung answers for Jimin, who rolls his eyes at him before looking at Jeongguk. “You really came.”

Jeongguk leans on the doorframe. “Of course, I told you I’m proving my oath to you today.”

“Hm, sure.”

“I told you. You won’t see me flinch.”

“Mmkay.”

Hoseok enters the booth, “Hey, Pres. These are ready!” He says, hugging three large fish bowls in his chest and placing them on the table. Jeongguk walked towards them and stood beside Jimin. “What are these?” He asked, but before he could take one of the papers, Jimin took both bowls with him. “Come one, Tae, it’s time to open the booth.”

Jeongguk watched on the side as the girl first in line squeals in excitement. “I’ll take this bowl, please!” She tells Tae, who moderated everything. “That’s ₩5,000.” He says, and she drops the money in the box in front of the bowls he chose. Then, she fishes out a paper.

‘Knuckles.’ the paper read.

Jeongguk sees Jimin stand up and take her hand in his. He gives her a charming smile before he brings her hand close to his lips and kisses her knuckles. Her cheeks turn pink and she quickly covers them, shyly thanking Jimin as she leaves the line.

Jeongguk tapped his feet but aside from that, there was nothing to worry about. Jimin could never be interested in her anyway, Jimin liked men.

The next person was a girl as well, she paid for the same bowl.

“It says cheeks.” She excitedly shows Taehyung.

“Cheeks?!” Jeongguk whisper-yelled and Jimin sends him a glare. Jeongguk immediately regained composure, shoving his hands in his pockets.

“Ya, Romeo, you’re scaring our customers.” Tae snickered in a whisper. Jeongguk watched as Jimin dipped down a little to reach the girl’s cheek. “Remember your oath, loverboy.” He hears Taehyung tease before Jimin lands a kiss on the student’s cheek.

“Oh my God.” She covers her face, “Thank you very much, Jimin!!” She jumps.

Jeongguk let out a breath. This wasn’t Jeongguk, the heartthrob everyone knew was always calm and composed. “Get it together, keep your cool. It was just on the cheek.” Jeongguk tells himself.

“Neck.” He hears a guy’s voice and his eyes immediately dart back to Jimin’s direction. Apparently, while he was busy giving himself a pep talk, a guy paid for the bowl of choices worth ₩10,000.

Jimin’s hesitation was so quick that everybody else wouldn't notice it, but this was Jeongguk; he knew it made Jimin uncomfortable.

“So lucky!” “Damn, I'm definitely paying for that bowl too.” Jeongguk hears. He watched as Jimin pressed his palms on the table to support himself. He was about to stand on his tiptoes when the guy interrupted him. “Sorry, I–uh, Jimin, can I do it on you instead?” He bites his lip shyly. Jeongguk’s eyebrows narrowed upon hearing his request.

Jimin looks at him in surprise, “What?”

“Can I be the one to kiss you on your neck instead?” He smiles, dimples showing.

“Uhm—I—” Jimin stutters, but he doesn’t even dare finish his sentence when Jeongguk stands in the way and towering over Jimin.

“I’m sorry, Jimin, but this is where I draw the line.” Jeongguk said as he looked straight into Jimin’s eyes. “Fuck the oath, this is making you uneasy.” He says under his breath, loud enough for Jimin to hear.

Jimin was relieved, heart racing as he let out a breath. Frankly, Jimin was thankful for Jeongguk’s intervention.

The jock turns around to face the guy. “Sorry man, no one’s kissing his neck.”

“Why not? He’s not your boyfriend.” He raises his eyebrows at Jeongguk.

The athlete tilts his head, pissed, “Are you blind? Can’t you see he’s uncomfortable?”

“I don’t hear him complaining.”

Jeongguk clenched his jaw, using all his energy to resist the urge to punch the man. “Hwang Min Seok, Engineering department, right?” Jeongguk shoves his hands in his pockets.

“Yea and what about it?”

“I heard from my dad that your father is involved in money laundering. You’re not paying for this booth with that dirty money of yours.”

“How did you—”

“Your dad is being sued by my father’s client. My father’s a lawyer, you see. So might as well keep that ₩10,000. After all, it might be the last piece of change you’ll have in your pocket for a while.” Jeongguk smirks, maintaining eye contact with the guy that people around them were sure he was starting to shoot lasers from his eyes.

Embarrassed, the guy finally leaves. The person next in line stood there awkwardly, as if he was waiting for Jeongguk’s permission. The athlete raises one hand up before turning around to face Jimin, who was seated back down.

Jeongguk bends a little, resting his left hand on the table while the other is in his pocket. “Are you alright? Will you be okay?”

Jimin looks up to meet Jeongguk’s eyes; because of his sense of responsibility, he wanted to answer in the affirmative. However, he was a little shaken up by the man’s request earlier that all he could manage to do was subconsciously pout. Jeongguk gives him a comforting smile, touching Jimin’s chin with his pointing finger before whispering, “I got you.” He then turns around to face the crowd.

“Bad news, booth is closed.” He paused when he heard the crowd whisper and grunt, “Good news, everyone in this crowd is invited to my party. Tonight, 9 P.M. at the Jeon estate.” and the crowd cheers.

Of course, everyone would die to be invited to one of his parties. People who have been invited always boasted about being in the Jeon estate—it was a bragging right. Being invited meant being leveled up a status.

While the crowd was busy celebrating being invited to his party, Jeongguk took it as an opportunity to bring his attention back to Jimin.

“Let’s go?” He offers, dimple showing as he smiles.

---

“You know how to host my parties. I’ll leave it all to you.” Jeongguk was on the phone with one of his closest friends, Yoongi.

He and Jimin went out to eat dinner together after what happened in the booth. Jimin was still a little shaken up but he was feeling better than earlier.

“Yea yea yea, it was impulsive but I know you love me Yoongs. Bye.” Jeongguk says before ending the call.

“What do you mean the party was impulsive? Didn’t you plan your party beforehand?”

“Nope.” He pops the ‘P’ as he replies. “I couldn’t let them leave without anything. I don’t want them getting upset at the council, especially at you.”

Jimin almost chokes at the food he was about to swallow. No, it wasn’t because of what Jeongguk said; rather, it was because his heart skipped a beat. Jimin paused, wide-eyed and jaw shut tight, right hand clutching the glass.

His heart skipped a beat.

“Nerd, hey, hello?” Jeongguk’s voice jolts him back to reality. “You alright?” He waves.

Jimin swallows his food.

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Jeongguk took Jimin on a night ride on his motorbike. It always seemed to calm Jimin down—wind blowing through his face, the speed making the sounds of Seoul turn into white noise, arms tight around Jeongguk’s waist while he rested his head on— “What am I thinking?!” Jimin shakes his thoughts away.

“We’re here.” Jeongguk announces. Jimin realized that Jeongguk had driven him home. Jeongguk hops off the motorbike first and offers his hand to assist the smaller one down the bike.

“But I didn’t ask you to take me home.” Jimin replies, refusing to leave Jeongguk’s bike.

“It’s almost eleven in the evening, you must be tired.” The jock laughs, although he found Jimin really cute at the moment. Jimin shakes his head.

“Alright, sir. Anywhere you want to go?” Jeongguk asks.

Jimin shrugs, “Where do boys like you go?” He returns the question. Jeongguk lets out a soft chuckle before putting his helmet on and riding the bike.

Jimin’s arms move to hug Jeongguk’s waist like it was a reflex; his leather jacket still warm from Jimin’s previous hold on him.

“Alright then.” Jeongguk says before the bike roars back to life.

“Here we are.” Jeongguk said as he got off the bike. He takes his helmet off.

“Where are we?” Jimin looked around and it looked like they were in the middle of nowhere.

“You asked me where guys like me go. So, this is it.”

“In the middle of nowhere?! You’re not going to do something bad to me, are you?!”

Jeongguk laughs, rolling his eyes as he takes Jimin’s helmet off his head. “That’s my house over there. This entire estate is ours.” Jeongguk points to the far end, where you could see different colors of light coming out from the window.

When Jeongguk turned his attention back to Jimin, he almost melted at the sight of his surprised face. “You’re so pretty, I just want to put this helmet back on your head and hide you from everyone else.” the athlete smiles, offering his hand once again for Jimin to take.

Thump. Thump. Thump. Jimin’s heart races again.

The council president finally accepts the assistance. He takes Jeongguk’s hand and hops off the bike with ease. Jimin followed Jeongguk as they approached a small cottage. The smaller one watched as Jeongguk revealed his pendant. It was a key. He takes it off and unlocks the door.

“This is where I go when I want to be alone.” The athlete says as he opens the door. It was his hobby room, where he painted to his heart’s content.

“You painted all of these?” To say that Jimin was in awe is an understatement. He never expected Jeongguk to be the type to look for a ‘quiet time’ by himself. “May I?” He asks, and Jeongguk nods. “Of course, and yes, I painted all of these. Didn’t expect that from me, did you?” A proud grin finds its way to Jeongguk’s lips, earning a smile from Jimin.

Jimin let his fingers feel the canvas, his eyes observing each stroke Jeongguk made. He realized he judged Jeongguk too quickly, and there was a lot more behind the surface of the athlete, there was more to him than just being the university superstar and heartthrob.

There was so much more to Jeongguk; and Jimin wants to know all about it.

“Jimin that’s—” Jeongguk’s warning startled Jimin that his hands flew to his chest. “—wet paint.” the jock stifles a laugh. “Sorry I didn’t mean to startle you. You got a little–” Jeongguk points to his neck, and Jimin sees that his fingers had wet paint in them.

“I’ll get you a washcloth.” Jeongguk says. Jimin looks at the painting of the dog with eyes full of pity. He ruined Jeongguk’s work.

Jeongguk comes back with a damp cloth. “C’mere.” He motions, and Jimin follows. Jeongguk leaned down a little to get a better view of the paint on the smaller one’s neck, and Jimin prayed to the heavens that the athlete couldn’t hear his heart hammering against his chest.

“Don’t feel bad about my painting.” Jeongguk says softly. “I could always make something out of it.” He assures before standing upright, “There you go, clumsy. All clean.” Jeongguk’s dimples make an appearance again, and Jimin couldn’t take it anymore.

Jimin takes Jeongguk’s collar in his fists, pulling him into an eager kiss. Jeongguk drops the washcloth on the floor, hands automatically finding Jimin’s waist. The athlete smiles into the kiss, spinning them around and cornering Jimin onto the table.

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Paint was all over the floor, materials bathing in different colors. Jeongguk had pushed them all away as he lay Jimin on the table while Jimin’s legs hung off the edge. “Haa–” Jimin moaned out, taking Jeongguk’s cheeks between his palms, “Please, I’m r-ready.” They were just making out, but here they are, skin to skin desperate for each other’s touch.

Jeongguk basks in the sight before him, drinking in Jimin’s flushed cheeks and swollen lips before looking into his eyes, “Are you sure you want to do this?” He asks for the nth time. Jimin nods eagerly. “Jeongguk, I’m yours.”

He looks into Jimin’s eyes again before whispering, “Bear with me for a while.” Jeongguk dips down to capture Jimin’s lips, and slowly, he slides into Jimin.

The sudden pain caused Jimin to wrap his arms around Jeongguk’s shoulder, holding him close and tight. The latter winces when Jimin bites his lip. “Fuck, i’m sorry—”

Jeongguk softly ran his fingers through Jimin’s damp hair, “Ssshh, it’s okay, you’re doing great.” His voice gentle. “You can take me.” He says, leaving small kisses on Jimin’s cheek.

Jeongguk gently pushes forward and Jimin runs his nails along the athletes back, “Jeongguk.” Jimin pants.

Jeongguk kisses him again, and Jimin moans into it, both in pain and pleasure.

Breaking from the kiss, Jeongguk lifted his head a little to look at Jimin’s expression, his chest was heaving up and down and tears were slowly rolling to the side of his eye. Jeongguk kisses the tears away, tasting the saltiness in his tongue.

“Ssssh, you can do it, baby. Just a little more.” Jeongguk comforts, palm cupping Jimin’s left cheek while his other hand grips on Jimin’s leg. He moves forward slowly, eyes never leaving Jimin as he does; and when he finally bottom’s out, Jimin lets out a string of moans, lips parted, eyes closing and back arching.

Jeongguk dives in for a kiss, trying not to move his hips until Jimin is ready. “Are you okay?” He whispers into Jimin’s ears.

Jimin tangles his fingers in Jeongguk’s hair before nodding slowly. “Jeongguk.” his voice came out as a whisper. Jeongguk touches Jimin’s cheek with his nose, “Hm?” “I like you.” Jimin confessed. “Take me, take all of me. I’m yours.”

Bonus-- the painting, before and after Jimin accidentally touched it. Legend says Jeongguk proudly displays it in his bedroom to remind him of that night.

#short au #jikook #soft hours open #council president jimin #jock jeongguk #this was such a feel good kind of story to write #theyre both so adorable pls i want to protect them forever bye #also a lil canon cause who doesn't like a little canon right

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hulijingemperor2 · 2 years ago

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Rusong: *walking down the street with his entourage*

However, right around the bend, there was a huge crowd around a stall.

Rong: Dianxia, was that stall always there?

Rusong: I don't think so.

A distant voice: SPICY FRIED RICE!!! Coming right up!!

Rusong: wait! That voice sounds familiar.

Rong: yea, sounds like your friend who made a hotpot in the Jacuzzi.

Jingyi: *serving food with a couple of workers* Welcome to Jingyi's spicy rice! May I take your order?!

Two bowls of eggplant rice!

Jingyi: that will be 20 taels!

I want your chili fried rice!

Jingyi: of course madam! And write your name on a piece of paper and place it in the jar!

Why?

Jingyi: its for a friend. Him and an eligible fox spirit can win a free dinner together!

I don't want to go on a blind date!

Jingyi: at least you'll get free food.

Another customer: can I have your spicy Phoenix rice!

Jingyi: sure you can. Do you want it with pork ribs?

Yea!

Jingyi: that will be 250 taels. We're highly gourmet!

Ohh waw!!!

Jingyi: I'm gonna make some Omu rice for you fox spirits!

I know you love Dongying, just like your emperor.

But I don't blame you. Your emperor is hot. I mean Dongying is hot. WOMEN from Dongying are hot, I meant.

Rusong: Jingyi?

Customers: greetings Dianxia.

Jingyi: *flipping an egg in a pan.* hey bro!! What's your order?

Are you fed up of palace food?

Rusong: what's this, jingyi? *laughing* you opened a food stall. And in Jingjing too!

Jingyi: yea and I'm planning on making it into a restaurant.

Rusong: oh my! I love it! And your food smell good.

Jingyi: thank you, luv!

Rusong: what inspired you?

Jingyi: got to pay bills.

Rusong: but cultivators don't have bills. And you live in the cloud recesses.

Jingyi: ok you got me. I keep spending my money on Hanguang Jun merch. And I need more money.

I....I think I have an addiction.

Rusong: ahahhaha.

Jingyi: I hate being broke, but I love buying HGJ merch.

Rusong: who makes and sells them though?

Jingyi: some people who live around Gusu.

Rusong: ah.

Now how did you manage to open a stall here without a permit or approval.

Jingyi: I just told them that I'm friends with the prince.

Rusong: oh gosh.

Jingyi: see how much privileges I get with you. Your cousin Jinling will say, I don't know him. Lol.

Then soften up, if he feels like it.

Rusong: Ling gege is so cute when he's grumpy like that.

Jingyi: yea fairy is cute.

Rusong: lol you two.

Jingyi: Rusong. Can you tell Yao huangdi to adopt me? I have been sending requests to him, but his staff reads it instead. One person sent back a letter saying, "Stop harassing Huangdi!" Which was very rude.

Like I always see Zewu Jun as a dad. Why can't I have a second one, who's a hulijing emperor.

Rusong: *cracking up* I'll talk to him about it! Lol, did you sign your name on one of your requests?

Jingyi: yea. I put Lan Jingyi of GusuLan.

I stated my address and everything.

Rusong: I think that was uncle Su who send that. He's very savage when it comes to lans.

Jingyi: why is this sour guy so rude!

Rusong: *glaring*

Jingyi: I'm sorry.

Rusong: so Zewu Jun is like a dad to you? *giggle* I thought it was Hanguang Jun.

Jingyi: no Hanguang Jun is my God.

Rusong: makes sense.

Jingyi: I'm fed up of that cranky Lan Qiren and his long lectures! I want a relaxed life! Without punishment and class, and bland food!

I want to be a prince too!! But I still want to be an adventurous cultivator!

Rusong: don't worry, Jingyi! I'll talk to A-Die ok.

Jingyi: you're the best!

Jingyi: just imagine, the both of us living the life. Being the hottest and most powerful people in the Jianghu because of Huangdi diedie.

We'll be a team!

Rusong: yes!! I would love that, to be honest.

Jingyi: we'll both be mischievous. Yet we'll be opposites. You will keep things in order while I destroy!! As well as party with rich hulijing ladies, and gents too. I don't discriminate.

Rusong: *laughing*

Jingyi: I'll support you with everything! Gusu has the twin Jades. And the Huyao empire will have the Twin Foxes, even though I'm not a hulijing.

But I once cosplayed one, so that kinda counts.

Rusong: haha. Jingyi you're so fun.

~~~

Jing Manor 📍.

Yao: team dimple. I'm planning on giving Huan his own staff of attendants.

Su she: isn't he lazy enough.

Mo xuanyu: why Yao gege.

Xue yang: aren't you afraid that they die of boredom.

Su she: lol they would.

Yao: oh guys, I want to give it a try. As he's Lan guifei.

Xue yang: more like Lan gui gay.

Mo xuanyu: I'm offended. But it's Lan lips, so it's ok.

Yao: *laughing* anyways! I'm feeling rather generous. Do you guys want personal attendants too?

Xue yang: never! they're annoying af. I rather do things myself.

Mo xuanyu: we're good Yao gege.

Su she: we're your henchmen. And personally I don't want anything more.

Xue yang: ....than being a simp.

Mo xuanyu: we choose simp life.

Yao: ok ok. As you wish.

Now, with a further adieu.

*claps twice* time to fulfill my duties as a hubby.

Attendants Yuyan and Yanyu enters.

Both: *bows* Huangdi.

Xue yang: Jiggy, you're such a diva.

Mo xuanyu: but a very hot diva.

Yao: *smile*

Yanyu, Yuyan, you are assigned to assist Zewu Jun.

Both: will do, Huangdi.

Yao: please, make sure that he's comfortable.

Yanyu: certainly.

Mo xuanyu: if Lan lips stresses you out, feel free to file a complaint to team dimple.

Su she: we're Team Dimple by the way.

Yanyu: *laughing* sure, officials.

~~~~~

Huan Hall📍

Xichen: *meditating in his room*

Yanyu: greetings, your Excellency.

Xichen: *opens eyes* oh hey.

Do you need any help with anything?

Yuyan: actually we're here to assist you.

Xichen: ohhh.

Let me guess, your Huangdi sent you.

Yunyu: yes. He ordered us to assist you.

Xichen: *nods with a smile* oh A-Yao.

Even though I don't need attendants, I can't refuse my A-Yao.

Xichen: sure you can be my attendants, but please don't be formal with me.

Yuyan: yes your Excellency.

Xichen: oh my.

I said that you don't need to be formal.

Yanyu: shall we call you Lan gui fei instead?

Xichen: ok sure. I love that one.

Yanyu: Lan gui fei it is!!!

Xichen: yea!! *goes to make tea*

Both: standing in a corner, waiting for him.

Xichen: *looks over at them* um.....

Yanyu: oh, we forgot to tell you that we brought some food for you. Lan style.

Yuyan: *claps twice, then some other attendants came with food*

Xichen: thank you so much. But Lan style?

Yuyan: why are you disappointed? Was it appropriate?

Xichen: yea it's fine, but it's just that I got accustomed to Yunping style and Jingjing style food.

Yuyan: ohhhhh.

We'll note that down.

Yanyu: we'll make over your meal.

And in accordance to Huangdi's customs, we'll donate these Lan delicacies to someone in need.

Xichen: awwww. That's what A-Yao does?? So sweet.

Yanyu: yes. Food isn't wasted in Jing Manor. As it's given to people who need it most.

Every district owned by huangdi had adapted this and ended hunger problems within the empire.

Xichen: excellent strategy

A-Yao is so talented.

(After having lunch)

Yuyan: anything else you want us to do, your Excellency? I mean Lan gui fei..

Xichen: not right now. But I would like some company.

Yuyan: sure. We're here.

Xichen: great. How about I tell you about the lan rules and customs.

Yanyu: sounds interesting, Lan gui fei.

Xichen: ehem. Rule number one.........

A few hours after~

Yao: *strolling with team D*

Mo xuanyu: *shelters him with an umbrella while Su she carried some water~ as it's a hot day.

Xue yang: *chewing on candy*

Yanyu and Yuyan: *running towards them, while crying* Huangdi!!

Yuyan: save us, Huangdi!

Yao: what happened?

Yuyan: Lan gui fei started reciting Lan rules to us!!! It was so boring and terrifying!

Yanyu: we tried to stay awake! But couldn't!

At least he wasn't disappointed that we fell asleep.

Yuyan: *crying* why are there so much Lan rules, Huangdi!!!!

Both: save us from these atrocities Huangdi!

Mo xuanyu: I thought that we were dramatic.

Yao: guys, relax. Haha, Huangdi is here.

I'll talk to him ok

Yuyan: but what if he recites it to you! Huangdi, it's a crime for you to be bored.

Su she: guys, that's how the Lans are. Plain, boring, and love to force their customs and rules on others.

Yao: *laughing* A-Huan is also interesting when you get to know him.

Mo xuanyu: he's not Yao gege so I'm not interested.

Yanyu: yea, we also love Huangdi.

Yao: love you too, my hulijing attendants.

#the huli jing emperor #foxyao #dimpledlianfang #jin guangyao #jin zixuan #meng yao #part 2 #su she #the untamed #hulijing emperor 2 #rusong

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that-cheer-up-anon · 4 years ago

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Okay that video of that white lady pouring nacho cheese on her kitchen island countertop is still making me angry holy cannoli

#my thoughts #SHE NEEDS TO BE STOPPED #like bro USE A BOWL OH MY GOSH!!!!#I SWEAR SHE ONLY DID THAT SO SHE COULD USE THE METAL SPATULAS AFTER SHE WENT TO COLD ROCK CREAMERY OR SOMETHING #AND THE AAAAAAARGHHH!!!!#I'M SORRY! I'M SO MAD!

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absolutepokemontrash · 3 years ago

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I come bearing a request! The Brothers with an MC who's really good at cooking and baking? Like, the stuff food blogs dream of. Master-level instagram pastries. Could compete with the chocolate guy if they put their mind to it.

👀 ooooo, I do love me some pastries-

(I know you have an *ahem* distaste for Lucifer, dear moot, so enjoy Lucifer acting like a bit of a dingus in his section!)

Lucifer

Oh, the human can cook. *insert asshole eyeroll here*. Great. Wonderful. Groundbreaking. That’s what’s got all his brothers acting like- what was that word Levi used? Simps? This human has turned six of the seven rulers of hell into a bunch of simps.

Sure, the human has near godlike cooking prowess. Sure, everyone looks forward to their day for cooking. And sure, everyone thinks the human’s pretty great.

Tsk, not him though. He’s a refined demon. Some silly food isn’t going to make him a lovesick fool… did he smell eclairs..?

Lucifer peered into the kitchen to see MC carefully taking a tray of eclairs out of the oven and letting them cool off on the counter. His favourite dessert… right there in front of him…

Due to not being a total moron, MC notices Lucifer and asks him what the hell he’s doing just standing ominously in the doorway. Lucifer makes up some bullshit excuse about reminding MC to do their homework and just leaves. Okay, game plan, he needs those fucking eclairs or he will spontaneously combust.

As he snuck into the kitchen that night, Lucifer took a moment to briefly wonder why he was creeping around his own house. He was the Avatar of Pride for pity’s sake! He could eat whatever he damn well pleased! Oh shit was someone coming- no? Okay, back to sneaking.

Lucifer crept into the kitchen, saw the eclairs, and all logic was thrown out the window. Time to eat!

“BEEL NO! NOT THE- Lucifer..?” “…” “…” “…you’re very talented, MC, do you mind making more of these?”

SOMEONE SNAP A PICTURE! THIS IS THE CLOSEST LUCIFER HAS GOTTEN TO BEGGING IN THE LAST THOUSAND YEARS!

Mammon

Ugh, stuck babysittin’ some dumb human, how lame…

As Mammon was throwing a “I’m broke and I’m stuck in a pact with a dumb human” pity party, the most heavenly smell entered his nostrils. Cooking… good cooking… was Barbatos visiting or somethin’? Nah, Lucifer woulda made a big fuss about gettin’ ready for Lord Diavolo. Huh, so what was goin’ on in the kitchen?

Huh? The human? The human can cook? Well damn, maybe this whole deal wouldn’t be so bad. Oi! MC! As payment for babysittin’ ‘em, he got to have an extra big share of- OW!

Did- did the human just hit him with a spoon?! Th-they can’t do that!

Apparently they fucking can. Mammon gets told to sit the fuck down and wait for the food like everyone else. He grumbles on the way to the dining room, but he can’t fully hide his excitement to try the food.

The food even looked pretty! How did they do that?! Magic. It had to be!

After everyone’s tastebuds were blessed with the heavenly substance that is MC’s culinary exploits, Mammon decides he needs to get on this human’s good side in order to receive more food! Maybe even find some way to make a profit or somethin’!

After weeks go by of trying to suck up to the human without looking like too much of a chump, Mammon eventually realizes… hey, this human ain’t so bad. They’re nice, they make him feel good about himself, they give him headpats… he’s really hit the jackpot here!

He’ll offer to help MC bake or cook, but beware, he will try and sample the food before it’s done. Don’t let him lick the spoon!!!

Leviathan

First thought? This human ain’t shit. Thought after seeing their food? WOAAAAAAAH! JUST LIKE THAT ONE ANIME-

He was unceremoniously cut off by Beel asking demanding seconds. Humph, fine, he doesn’t actually care about this dumb normie food anyway.

…well at least until Levi saw a little something something on TV that he just had to ask MC to try and make. He shyly knocked on their door and when they answered, Levi shoved the screenshot in their face and stuttered out a dinner request.

On the day MC was supposed to make dinner, Levi poked his head into the kitchen and tried to make it look like he was just standing in the same room as MC and not checking to see if they were making his dinner request.

Not that he’d blame them for not doing that… who’d wanna make some anime dinner for a yucky Otaku- OMG JAHSHSHABA THEY’RE MAKING IT! *fangirl squeals*

As Levi continues to commit the SIN of being in the kitchen at the same time as someone else, MC eventually just asks him if he’d like to help out.

“Here! Just keep turning the takoyaki.” “R-really? You trust me?” “Yes, Levi. You watched how they made it on your show, right?” “Yes! I won’t mess up! I swear on my honour as an otaku!”

All in all, it was a very cute bonding experience for the two. Now it’s a regular thing. Levi requests something for dinner or dessert, MC makes it, Levi helps out.

Satan

So, the human can cook. That’s nice. At least someone in this literally god forsaken house can.

He makes sure to thank MC every time they cook, then he makes sure to thank whatever deity is watching over him that Solomon wasn’t the human staying with them.

As the months progress, Satan realizes, he should learn how to cook better. I mean, Levi and Mammon were somehow both improving in their cooking endeavours, and if MC could teach those two, then he would be a breeze.

Satan walked into the kitchen and simply asked if MC needed any assistance with what they were doing. MC just slid him some garlic to dice and that’s how this mentor/student relationship was formed.

Satan was a star pupil, but Mammon and Levi weren’t above trying to sabotage Satan’s progress to get him to leave.

Here’s the thing, the sabotage worked, but it only worked once, and the two idiots didn’t stop to think that maybe they shouldn’t sabotage the meal they were going to have to eat later.

Well, cooking lessons continued uninterrupted after the ghost pepper incident…

Even when he’s ‘graduated’ their little cooking class, Satan’s always willing to lend a hand if needed. He also will slyly hand over some recipe books and cute baking supplies that he finds. MC should be prepared for lots of cat related things to come their way.

Asmodeus

The human can cook? Oh frabcious day! He’s saved from a life of his brother’s mediocre cooking! And the human’s so cute too! What a bonus!

Not only is the human cute, but their food is just so… aesthetic??? Pretty???? Omigosh he just has to get a picture for Devilgram!

For the first few months, MC’s relationship with Asmo consists of Asmo not at all subtly asking to take pictures of their food and post it to his Devilgram. Listen MC, his followers would just love it!

Being the saint-sheep they are, MC lets Asmo sit in whenever they’re making anything in the kitchen. And Asmo slowly realizes “hey, this cute human with the awesome food is actually pretty cool too!”

New Mission: Make the human fall madly in love with him so they’ll want to hang out more.

Whether the mission succeeds is up to MC of course. (I mean, I’m already smitten with him sooooooooo-)

MC offers Asmo a lot of the pastries they make, but the Avatar of Lust almost always declines. Listen honey, he’s on a diet- wait, don’t make that sad face! He’ll eat it! Look! It’s- it’s delicious…

Diet cheat day is now every day MC makes dessert. The feeling of bliss Asmo gets when he takes a bite out of anything MC makes is only second of the treats is second only to the joy he feels at seeing MC happy that he likes their food. It’s just so wholesome I can’t-

MC’s food Devilgram has almost surpassed Asmo in terms of followers and honestly- he isn’t even mad.

Beelzebub

Gasp! Lucifer finally got him the pet personal chef he’d always wanted! Thanks big bro! :D he’ll be sure not to eat this human!

On the first night MC was supposed to make dinner, Lucifer needed to hold Beel back from breaking into the kitchen to see what was causing that heavenly smell. It was, difficult… especially because Lucifer hadn’t slept in three days.

When they all sat down to eat, Beel practically inhaled everything and held up his half bitten plate for seconds.

We here at Stupid Headcanons incorporated recommend that MC have as many bodyguards as possible stationed around the kitchen at all times to ward off a hungry Beel. We don’t want him eating the ingredients and half-tempered chocolate.

A cinnamon roll through and through, he’ll eat everything MC gives him with a big ol’ smile on his cute little face. He’s not the best person to go to if MC wants advice or critique because the best thing Beel can usually muster is “it was really good.”

As Luke said in Lesson 5, Beel would make an awful food reporter. But we love him.

Similar to Levi, he’ll give meal requests on what to make for dinner. (At this rate, MC’s going to have to make some kind of list).

He kind of just waits by the door like a sad puppy whenever MC is making anything because he can’t get into the kitchen :(

Belphegor

The smell of freshly made chocolate chip cookies wafting through the house did reach the attic and it only fuelled his rage more. How dare the human win everyone over with cookies?!

After the attic incident, Belphie was won over with cookies.

Belphie just stands creepily in the kitchen doorway whenever MC is making anything and just makes shit really uncomfortable. Why’s he doing that, you may be wondering, well, he’s trying to calculate the energy needed to swipe the bowl of cookie dough and sprint to safety.

He never succeeds, mainly because once he gets to the bowl, MC already has the wooden spoon ready to smack him, so he just freezes mid-theft and slowly puts the bowl down.

“Oh my gosh, it says let the bread dough rest overnight? Let’s get a headstart and go to sleep now.” “Belphie what-” “I made a pillow Fort, come in. Let’s sleep.” “In the kitchen????”

How’d he make the pillow Fort without MC noticing? Years of experience. He’s trained in the art of- MC? What do you mean you can’t sleep right now and you need to get a head start on shaping fondant?

…he may have eaten the fondant while MC wasn’t looking… whoops… Beel may have rubbed off on him a little…

#Obey me! Headcanons #Obey me Headcanons #obey me #obey me!#obey me! shall we date?#obey me shall we date #obey me mc #obey me mammon #Obey me Lucifer #Obey me Leviathan #Obey me Satan #Obey me Asmodeus #Obey me Beelzebub #Obey me Belphegor

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edupunkn00b · 3 years ago

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Revisions, Ch. 26: Truth or Dare

Prev - Truth or Dare - Next - Masterpost - [ AO3 ]

Tags: Human AU, Pining, Mutual Pining, Characters Writing Fanfiction, Slow Burn, Hanakahi Disease, Amneisa, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Tags May Change, Remus likes to swear- WC: 4025

“It’s so good to see you up and about, Logan!” Patton cheered as Logan sat down at the dinner table. “You look so much better than when we left for the ski lodge!”

Roman elbowed his brother but sent a bright smile Logan's way. “So apparently you can have a decent bedside manner. Have I ever told you all about the time Remus decided to get me to go to the doctor by dumping a cup of water on my head?”

“He wouldn’t get out of bed.” Remus winked at Logan. “It worked, by the way. You’re welcome!” he sang to his brother.

“Don’t you dare use Disney references against me.” Laughing, Roman gave his brother a playful shove, bumping him into Logan. Remus raised his hands over his head and fell over into his lap with a little groan.

“Man down! Man down!” He grinned up at Logan.

Logan simply shrugged, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Oh, well, I suppose you will just have to stay down there.” He laughed, whispering loudly down at Remus, “I’ll be sure to sneak you my slice of the apple cake Patton made. You shouldn't miss that.”

After a moment, though, of looking down at Remus smiling in his lap, Logan's eyes started to burn and he sipped at his water, fighting a growing lump in his throat.

Remus watched and sat up, a softer, sadder smile curling up his lips. “But if I take your slice, what will you have?” He met Logan’s eyes, eyebrows raised. The actual question in his eyes clear.

Logan nodded, briefly patting Remus’ hand. “I’m okay,” he said quietly as Roman passed over a wooden salad bowl.

Janus sat on the other side of the table, watching their exchange. Eyes still trained on Remus and Logan, he addressed Patton. “So how was your first time out on the slopes?” Finally turning to face him, he grinned. “Are you a certified ski bum now or still just a gaper?”

Virgil, Patton, and Roman exchanged a chagrined look. “Yeah, we actually only spent one day out on the slopes. It was—”

“It was fucking freezing!” Virgil interjected with a laugh.

Patton blushed, but shrugged. “Yeah… yeah it was.”

“We had some fun, though, didn’t we? When that group from Lodge B stopped by?”

Patton blushed again, giggling. “You could say that again.”

“Hey, I wanna know?” Remus looked from face to face. “I know that look, Ro Bro. Exactly how long did it take you all to get nekkid?”

“There was absolutely nothing untoward…” Roman insisting, a hand pressed flat against his heart.

Virgil raised an eyebrow at Patton. “Wellllll…” Patton began.

“Spill. Now.” Janus said, sipping his water with a smirk.

“Well,” Patton looked at Virgil and Roman, who both nodded with a little ‘go ahead’ motion. “Well when the group from Lodge B came by, we… we sorta all played Truth or Dare.”

“Oh, my…” Logan muttered in a spot-on, if unconscious imitation of George Takei, blushing.

“Not like that." Patton chugged his water, then finally looked around the table. “Well, not only like that.”

“Now we really need some details.” Janus’ smirk grew. “Patton, the floor is yours.”

“Gosh, that makes it sound so sordid.” Patton took a bit of his salad and his housemates waited for him to chew and explain. He patted his mouth with his napkin, finally looking up with a smile. “It was just one kiss.” Virgil and Roman exchanged a glance. “Each,” Patton finished.

Logan just managed to not spit out his water. Just. After he’d recovered, he rested his elbow on the table, already full after a few bites of his dinner. His appetitewas returning, slowly, and he’d been able to keep down solid food since breakfast that morning. He poked at the food remaining on his plate as he listened to Roman, Virgil, and Patton describe the raucous game they’d played.

“We should play.” Logan looked up, surprised, at the words that fell from his own mouth. He blushed as his housemates’ heads snapped over, mouths agape. “Well… not if everyone is opposed, of course.” He blinked, a sudden burst of courage powering his words. “I mean… I’ve always wanted to try it.”

“You’ve always wanted to try Truth or Dare with us?” Virgil drawled.

“Well…” Logan’s chest tightened, eyes flicking from face-to-face. Finally he caught Janus’ eye, who simply smiled. He took a deep breath. “I’ve always wanted to try the game. I… I’ve never actually played it.”

“C'mon, guys! We need to fix that right the fuck now,” Remus said with a laugh, flinging his arm around Logan’s shoulders and giving him a squeeze. “Wait—How about now?”

Logan shrugged, “We should play before it’s too late—” Janus narrowed his eyes at him across the table. “Too late to play tonight. Y—you know… with your flight tomorrow morning.”

Virgil, Roman, and Remus volunteered to handle the clean up while the others set out some drinks in the living room. Soon, the six housemates had settled into a rough circular shape around the coffee table. Logan sat in the center of the couch with Janus on his right. A moment later, Remus sat down on Logan’s left, handing him a cup of tea and setting a cold can of ginger ale in front of him on the coffee table.

“The tea’s lemon ginger… it should help settle your stomach.” Logan smiled and closed his eyes as he inhaled the steam coming from the cup. He looked up at Remus, his glasses slightly fogged and a dusting of pink on his cheeks. Remus’ grin grew. “And I put some leftovers in a glass container with your name on it to make it easier to warm up if you end up wanting more later.”

Logan let out a little sigh and smiled. “Thank you, Remus. This is… very thoughtful. You’re spoiling me.”

He shrugged. “You didn’t eat much tonight.” He exchanged a glance with Janus on Logan’s other side. “We want you strong. What’s the harm in spoiling you a little?” Remus sat back against the couch, stretching out his arm across the back rest behind Logan and Janus’ shoulders.

“Okay, so who gets to go first?” Patton asked with a bright grin, dancing his shoulders back and forth.

Roman leaned over, taking a soda and cracking it open over a napkin on his lap. He took a loud swig, then raised the can toward the couch. “It was Logan’s idea.” He grinned wickedly. “He should go first.”

“Ah…” He looked around the gathering, eyes wide. “I am uncertain what to do.”

Janus rested his hand on Logan’s knee for a brief second. “All you need to do is pick someone and ask ‘Truth or Dare.’”

“Yeah, if they choose Truth, you can ask anything you want and they have to tell you.” Patton giggled.

“Um, can we play house rules?” Virgil winced, looking around the room. “Everyone gets one pass if the question is just a little too much?”

“No way, Tall Dark and Stormy,” Roman said, gently bumping his shoulder against Virgil. “If you won’t answer, you must take a dare.”

Logan’s brow furrowed. “But nothing dangerous or illegal, right? Nothing that would get anyone hurt?”

“Definitely!” Remus said. “Hey, Virge, remember that time we—”

“Yes, I remember and you said you’d never mention it again.”

Logan’s eyes widened and he looked between Remus, Virgil, and Janus. None would meet his eyes. “Alright, so… who you gonna pick, Nerdy Wolverine?” Remus asked, gently linking their arms to give the nickname an affectionate tilt.

“I volunteer as tribute!” Patton shouted happily, waving his hand.

Logan laughed, “Very well… Patton.” His smile grew as he looked around the room and Remus shimmied his shoulders next to him. “Truth or dare?”

“Dare,” Patton said, biting his lip with a grin.

“Oh… I need to think of a dare, don’t I?” Logan murmured. He began to look around the room.

“Ooo, ooo, ooo! Lo Lo, I’ve got one!” Remus leaned in and cupped his hand around Logan’s ear and whispered. Logan’s face flushed as soon as Remus leaned in closer, calming only slightly as he processed Remus’ suggestion.

Nodding slowly, Logan smiled. “Alright. Patton, I dare you to take two bites of Remus’ kimchi from the back of the fridge.”

“Ugh, I hate kimchi.” Patton made a gagging face but still, he got up and everyone watched as he pulled open the utensil drawer and, with a flourish, took out a fork. He winked, then yanked open the refrigerator, giggling as the bottles in the door clanked together. He rooted around for a minute, then finally pulled out the jar, waving his hand over it in a Vanna White motion.

“Oh, get on with it!” Janus cried, laughing.

Still giggling, Patton unscrewed the jar and stabbed a large piece. “This counts as two bites, yeah?” He looked at Logan, waiting for confirmation.

“That would suffice,” he said, bowing his head but unable to hide his grin.

Patton squeezed his nose shut, then shoved the entire piece in his mouth, wincing and chewing rapidly, then swallowing. He raised his hands above his head, “I did it!” He made another face. “Can I drink something now?”

Snagging a soda from the coffee table, Logan rose and handed the soda to Patton as he returned. “You have more than earned a Sprite.”

Patton quickly opened the can and drank half of it. “Ooo, my turn!” He looked around the room, narrowing his eyes at Janus. “Truth or dare?”

“Truth,” Janus said quietly.

“Oh, I see… so that’s how you play. Alright.” Patton tapped at his chin then his face suddenly bloomed in a grin. “What’s your favorite movie, Janus?”

Logan blinked, tea cup raised to his lips. “That’s it? We all know it’s The Princess—”

“Legally Blonde,” Janus said between clenched teeth.

“Legally Blonde?” He turned to Patton. “How on earth did you know to ask that?” He looked again at Janus. “And why did you feel compelled to tell the truth?”

Janus blushed and raised his hand toward Patton. Giggling, Patton clapped his hands together. “I caught Janus down here a couple years ago, crying when Elle won the case.”

“She was brilliant and kind and worked her ass off and no-one took her seriously and—” Janus clamped his mouth shut and looked away, face bright red.

Logan put his cup back on the coffee table and turned to better face him. “I think that’s wonderful,” Logan said.

Remus reach across Logan and gently stroked Janus' thigh. “Told ya’ Jannie.”

“Would you like to know what my favorite movie is?” Logan asked in a low voice.

Janus tilted his head at Logan, eyebrow slightly raised. “It’s a three-way tie between The Matrix, Arrival, and The Martian, isn’t it?”

“Well… those are all excellent films and they were groundbreaking in each their own way. The Martian is astounding because the antagonist is the Second Law of Thermodynamics itself and…” Logan stopped himself. “You’ve heard all this before.”

Remus sat back, smiling as he watched Logan launch into his explanations for what made each of those movies extraordinary. “Why would that stop me from listening again? How many times have I seen Empire Strikes Back?”

“Twenty-seven,” Roman, Logan, and Janus said at the same time.

"And you're better than Empire." Remus bowed his head with a grin, his point made.

“Well…” Logan continued, clearing his throat and taking a long sip of his tea. “My actualfavorite movie is…” He set down his cup. “WALL-e.”

“Oh… WALL-e’s beautiful!” Patton cooed.

“Nice choice,” murmured Janus, tapping his soda can against Logan’s cup.

“Oh, here, Lo Lo…” Remus handed Logan his nearly empty tea cup. “Finish that and I’ll make you more while Janus picks the next victim.”

“Hmm…” Janus looked around the room as though he was completely undecided who he should select.

“C’mon, Jan…” Virgil chuckled. “You always pick me and—”

“Virgil!”he said, pointing across the room like Detective Poirot.

“Wow, what a surprise…” he drawled, rolling his eyes and laughing. “Okay… Dare.”

“Make him eat a bug!” Remus called as he returned from the kitchen. “Oh, sorry Lo Lo…” he frowned and made a rumbly motion near his stomach.

"It's quite alright." Logan adjusted his glasses. “Actually, many types of insects are quite nutritious and—”

“And, no offense, Professor, but we don’t have any bugs. It’s too cold outside for them, anyway.”

Janus grinned and leaned back against the couch. He stretched out one arm over the back rest, on top of Remus arm and he crossed his legs. “Do you need me to find you a cat you can stroke menacingly there, Jan?” Roman laughed.

He rolled his eyes but smiled. “I dare you to sing one verse of a Disney song.”

Virgil stood up, scoffing. “That’s easy, I—”

“And no villain songs.”

“Aw, come on!” Virgil whined. “That’s just not fair!”

Janus chuckled, exchanging a laughing glance with Remus. “Well… Let’s hear those pipes!”

Virgil rolled his eyes and stood up, eyes scanning their rack of Disney movies. Roman jumped up and whispered in his ear and Virgil started laughing and nodding. “Alright, alright… Go big or go home!” Roman laughed and ran into the kitchen, returning a moment later with a chair and a bottle of cooking spray.

Virgil leapt onto the chair, and gripping the spray like a microphone, belted out a verse to Lost in the Woods. Roman stood behind the chair and sang the back-up vocals.

But I’ll wait For a sign (for a sign) That I’m your path ‘Cause you are mine (you are mine) ‘Til then I’m lost in the wooooooooods

The friends erupted in cheers and applause as Virgil ended his performance with a swooping air guitar move and jumped down from the chair.

Logan raised an eyebrow, a crooked smile on his face. “That is going to be difficult to beat.” He reached for his tea again, quickly swiping at his face as he did so.

Remus watched him, brow furrowed. As Logan sat up again with his cup, he gave his knee a little squeeze, murmuring quietly enough that the others couldn’t hear as Virgil dared Roman to take a bite from an onion. “Hey, you all right, there, Lo Lo?”

Smiling back at him, Logan nodded. “Yes, of course.” His eyes flicked over to the kitchen where Roman was spitting loudly into the garbage can. “Roman, however, does not appear to be.”

“Nah, he’s fine.” Remus laughed quietly, looking up to meet Janus’ eye, as well. “Virgil dares him to do that every time they play. Watch.”

The trio watched from the couch as Roman loudly returned to the living room, making little gagging noises and wiping at his mouth. “Okay, Virge, you know the drill.”

“Ew, gross!” Virgil’s face didn’t match his words as he grinned and feigned trying to get away from Roman as he slowly stalked him, hands outstretched. “Grow up, Princey.” They both laughed as Roman grabbed Virgil and kissed him on the mouth.

“Ugh,” Virgil said, still laughing. “At least have a breath mint next time.”

“Alright, let’s seeeee…” Roman drew out his words, steepling his hands and thrumming his fingers together with a wicked grin.

“Who’s the James Bond villain now, Ro?” Janus laughed from the couch.

Waving a hand dismissively, Roman stared at his brother. “Remus…” Remus sat back and crossed his arms. “Truth or dare?”

Remus sighed heavily, his face split by a bright smile. “Whoever would have guessed you would pick me?” He glanced quickly at Logan and Janus, winking at them. “Truth.”

“What!?” Roman cried. “Truth?”He rolled his eyes. “I had a really good dare, too. Fine! Be an old man, see if I care.”

Patton leapt up, waving his hands. “I got it, I got it, I got it!” He stood on his tip-toes to whisper into Roman’s ear. His eyes flicked over to the trio on the couch.

“Uh… hm. Maybe…” Something dark flashed across his face but was quickly replaced with a smile. “Oh, I know.” Roman grinned at his brother. “What was your favorite Disney movie did you like when you were a kid?”

“Easy, Mulan.”

Roman crossed his arms, smiling broadly. “Are you sure about that, Brother?” Narrowing his eyes, Remus stared back for a few moments, then muttered something. “What was that, Re? Logan’s sitting right next to you and I don’t think even he heard you.”

Remus glared at his brother. “You realize I’m going to get you back for this, right?”

Roman shrugged and smiled. “It’ll be worth it.”

Sighing, “I really loved Beauty and the Beast.”

“Aaaand…” Roman prompted.

“And I cried at the end because I wanted the Beast to stay the Beast.”

“Oh, Remus,” Logan’s hand stuttered as he reached out to him, finally resting for a moment on his knee. “That’s so sweet.”

“You don’t think it’s all corny and Stockholm-Syndrome-y?” All traces of a smile were gone from Remus’ face.

“You wanted him to stay himself.” Logan smiled. “That’s genuinely admirable, Remus.”

A slow smile spread across Remus’ face and Janus winked at them, mimicking Remus’ earlier line. “Told you, Muse.”

“Ugh, enough with the fucking sap-fest.” Virgil groaned, opening another can of soda. “Let’s get back to eating bugs! Pick somebody, already, Re!”

Remus smiled softly at Logan. “Okay, Lo Lo. You’re up.” He twisted in his seat to face Logan completely. “Truth or dare?”

Logan gnawed at his lip before finally blurting out, “Dare.”

“Ooooh…” Remus rubbed his hands together, looking around the room. He met Janus’ gaze and he shook his head slightly. Remus nodded back and they seemed to have an entire conversation with their eyes. “I dare you…” Remus looked at Janus again, who was still subtly shaking his head. “I dare you to… open up the door and shout ‘I am the Lizard King!’”

Logan laughed, “Okay, I…” he looked around at his friends, two of whom were pulling out their phones and readying their cameras. “Oh, I see how it is… video evidence.” His smile stiffened for just a moment but he nodded and made his way to the door, followed by an entourage of his housemates, with Janus and Remus in the lead.

When he got to the door, he turned around one more time. Roman held up his phone, “Ready, Professor! Do it!”

Laughing, Logan opened the door and called out into the dark night, “I am the Lizard King! I can do anything!”

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The housemates played for another hour, the game slowly devolving into dueling—and giggling—renditions of Disney songs. Logan sat on the couch, knees pulled up to his chest, head tilted back against the back rest and smiling as he watched Remus and Roman sing “I Can’t Wait to Be King,” with Remus playing Zazu to Roman’s Simba. Janus sat next to Logan, watching him.

When the twins dissolved into bickering over who sang it better, Janus chuckled. His face grew serious when he looked closely at Logan's eyes and weak smile. “Are you getting tired, Lo?”

“Hm?” Logan tilted his head drowsily. He took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes. “Perhaps a bit.” He replaced the frames and laughed when Roman caught Remus gesticulating behind his back, miming the same mocking face as the characters in the film. “I know I should sleep. I just don’t want this to end.”

Janus rested his hand over Logan’s where he hugged his legs against himself. “There’s always another time for another game.”

Logan nodded. “Yeah,” he whispered.

“That’s it!” Roman called out in a huff. He winked at Logan and Janus, softening his sharp tone. “I am getting my beauty rest and you"—he pointed at his brother—"had better be ready for next time!”

Remus flopped onto the couch next to Logan, stretching out his arm over the backrest. Janus smiled when Logan tilted his head back slightly, just barely laying against Remus' arm. “You’re on, Ro Bro!”

“Good night!” Roman sang from the top of the stairs.

“Whaddya think, Lo Lo?” Remus checked his drink, wordlessly offering it to Logan. Logan waved him off with a little smile. “Are you getting tired, too?”

He sighed, pulling his legs a little closer to himself as his eyes flicked up toward the stairs. Finally, he nodded, “I suppose I am. I shouldn’t push it.”

Remus leaned his head against Logan’s for a moment. “Well, you know who’s here to catch you if you do.”

“Which doesn’t mean you should,” Janus quickly added, his stern face broken by a smile.

“Yes, sir!” Logan laughed, getting up and stretching. He helped Remus tidy the coffee table then the three made their way upstairs. Logan stopped in front of his door, calling back to Remus and Janus. “Good night. Tonight was quite enjoyable… Thank you. I’d always wanted to play.”

“Hey, Lo Lo, it was all your idea!” Remus laughed, opening his and Janus’ door. “Next time I won’t go so easy on you! I hope you like wasabi!”

Logan nodded, “Next time,” and watched them wave and disappear into their room, closing the door behind them. Logan’s smile slipped off his face. “Next time,” he whispered and opened his own door.

His room was dark. The last rays of the afternoon’s sun had still streamed in through the new window when he’d last been inside, so he hadn’t left on any lights, not even the manual nightlight. The only light in the room was a faint grey cast from the moon filtering through the cloudy night. Sighing, he went inside and closed his door.

Leaning against the door for a moment, Logan looked around his room. His desk was mostly clear and his bed was made, the covers drawn up and tucked under the pillows. He walked over and touched the comforter. It was cold. Logan got ready for bed.

After he was dressed, brushed, and scrubbed, he checked his calendar. He’d already been able to change the date with the law clinic to update his will. Fortunately, his temporary weakness hadn’t interfered with his tour of the memorial park, though. That would have been difficult to reschedule in time.

Soon, he would take another dose of the Doctor’s serum, but the faint and growing tickle in his throat had already told him that. His final dose. He pulled open the drawer and looked at the last blue vial. He then closed the drawer without touching it or the three empty vials next to it. Logan turned around and leaned against his desk, staring at his empty bed, then at his door.

He took off his glasses and wiped his eyes, then turned and left his room.

Logan stood in front of Janus and Remus’ door for a long time before he finally knocked. Janus opened the door almost immediately, head turned, stopping whatever he’d been saying to Remus mid-sentence when he saw Logan standing in front of him.

“Lo!” Janus said, stepping forward. There was a rustling and Remus soon joined him at the door, concern painting his features. “Are you alright?”

“I am fine. I…” Logan looked down at the floor, then back down the hallway toward his own room. It’s only a few more days. Surely they won’t mind me in their hair for just a few days, right?

They'll mind that it's only a few days, you utter dumbass.

He met their eyes. “I was wondering… I know you have your flight in the morning.—"

"Which isn't until 11:30," Janus reminded him. "And for which you have offered to drive me," he added, eyebrow raised. "What can we do for you, Lo? Anything you need… it's yours."

"May I—” Logan’s voice broke and he looked inside their room, then lowered his eyes.

Janus smiled and offered his hand. “Would you like to sleep in here tonight?”

Logan could only nod, watery eyes fixed on the floor in front of him.

“Come on in, Lo Lo!” Remus took his arm and brought him inside their room while Janus closed the door.

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1plus1kiyoomi · 4 years ago

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Chapter 6: Fan

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“And that’s how you cook rice,” Kita says as he puts the pot in the rice cooker. You nod, embarrassed. You settle back on the floor. hiding your face from the two boys as they talk about how their friends. Osamu’s phone starts ringing so he answers it and a loud voice speaks.

“Bro! (Y/N) really lives with Shinsuke?” The caller says in awe so you look at Osamu. He turns the camera to you and you wave your hands, mouthing a hi. “Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh!”

“Aran, calm down. You act like it’s your first time meeting a celebrity,” Osamu tells the person on the line.

“I can talk to him if he wants to,” you offer to Osamu which Aran hears loud and clear. You hear him shuffle around before Osamu gives you the phone. You greet him with a smile, forgetting about the rice incident. “Hello, Aran-san. Is that right?”

“Yes. I’m a big fan! Actually my whole team is! We watch your vlogs on our breaks,” Aran rambles, making you smile. Interacting with fans is something that helps you cope up with your stress, and knowing that you got a group of athletes as your fans, makes you feel overwhelmed, but in a good way.

“Really? It’s nice to hear that you enjoy my videos. I’ll upload more content soon,” you reply, the smile not leaving your face.

“Who are you talking to?” You hear someone ask from the background.

“(Y/N),” Aran replies excitedly.

“You might have gone crazy,” the other man replies.

“No! I’m serious! Look!” Aran flips his phone to who he’s with, revealing you on the screen. You awkwardly bow then wave.

“It is her! How did you-? Does she have a fan event or something! Hello, (Y/N). I just finished watching the vlog you uploaded yesterday,” the man tells you, coming in close to the camera. “I’m Gao!”

“Hi, Gao-san! It’s nice meeting you!” You greet him cheerfully and the three of you continue to talk.

Kita and Osamu just watch you talk to them. They feels like an online fan signing is happening in front of them. The two of them continue to talk on their own. Minutes later, Osamu hears the rice cooker’s alarm go off so he stands up and gets the rice, leaving you and Kita alone on the table.

You are still talking to the boys, which have now turned into a whole team. Kita observes you carefully. The way you smile on the phone as if they’re really in front you is making him feel weird inside. And you’re really listening to what they’re saying, which is making that already weird feeling even weirder.

‘Am I becoming a fan?’ Kita asks himself, unsure of what he’s feeling.

“The rice is here,” Osamu announces as he puts the pot at the side.

“I have to leave now,” you tell the men in front of you. “It was fun talking to all of you. And I promise to go to one of your games one day. Bye!” You wave at the phone. You hear a chorus of good byes before you end it. You give the phone back to Osamu, apologizing to him for using his phone.

“It’s okay. You seemed like you were enjoying talking to them,” he remarks, sitting across you.

“Yeah. I love talking to fans,” you say confidently, smiling at Osamu. And there is it again, the weird feeling Kita is new to.

‘Maybe I am becoming a fan,’ he tells himself, getting rice from the pot. “How much rice do you want?” Kita suddenly asks you. Your mind short circuits from his question. It’s not a big deal and even back home, someone does it for you but since Kita is the one doing it the rice feels extra special.

“I think that’s enough,” you answer as he shows you the bowl of rice. He hands it to you and you accept it with both of your hands.

The three of you eat and talk. You ask them questions about their friendship, and you learn that Kita used to play volleyball. You also find out that Kita stopped studying after high school so he can provide for his grandmother. The more you know about him, the more you start to like him despite being the complete opposite of your ideal type.

You see Osamu out while Kita offers to do the dishes. As Osamu’s car leaves, you hear a dog bark. You look around the parking area, searching for the source of sound. You spot white fur by the bushes so you slowly approach it. Suddenly, a small white dog jumps on you, making you yelp in surprise. After you’ve regained composure, you properly hold the dog.

“Hi, there, little...” You lift him up and check its genital. “Boy. You’re a little boy. Are you lost?” You nuzzle your nose on its nose, shaking the dogs body slowly. You take a better look at him.

He has a puffy long coat which is snowy white, but his ears are grey. He has amber eyes and a very smiley face. He looks like an extra tiny fox. He’s small so you assume that he’s a puppy. You look for a collar or any tag, but you don’t see any. You can’t say that it’s Kita’s neighbor’s dog, because he doesn’t have one. The closest house to his is at least a 5 minute drive.

You stare at him intently, wondering why he looks familiar. Then you finally know who he looks like.

“You look like, Kita,” you coo, bopping its nose. It licks your nose in return so you giggle. “Want to meet Kita?” He barks in response, which you take as a yes. You carry him inside excitedly, not taking in mind about Kita’s reaction to the strange furry animal.

You finally step in the kitchen where Kita is and you proudly show him your new found friend. Kita drops the fork he was washing, totally frozen on his spot. Why are you carrying a dog in his house? Where did you even get that dog?

“What’s that?” Kita asks you, picking up the fork he dropped.

“It’s a dog!” You answer with a proud smile. “Isn’t he cute?”

“Where did you get that thing?” He looks so horrified and grossed out. If anything, he’s ready to throw the dog out of his house.

“I saw him outside. He doesn’t have a collar or any tag on so I brought him inside,” you reply with an innocent tone so he takes a deep breath in.

“What makes you think you can just bring any animal in my house?” His voice is louder than a while ago so you frown. “Bring it back to wherever you found it.”

“No! Look at him! He’s so small! What if a car runs over it?” You gasp, hugging the dog even tighter. Kita looks at you in disgust.

“That’s his destiny,” he remarks but you ignore him. “This is my house, you know. And I don’t want animals in here.” You and the dog stare at him with puppy eyes but he just gags. “You take it out of my house now.”

“But-”

“No more buts. My house, my rules,” he tells you firmly, but you don’t back down.

“Can we let him stay inside just for tonight? I promise I’ll find him a home by tomorrow!” You beg him.

“Nope.”

“Please, Kita!”

“No.”

“Please. Please. Please. Pretty please.”

“Still no.”

“It’s just for tonight. Right, boy?” You ask the puppy and he barks. “See? He’s a good boy.” Kita groans, defeated. You’re even more persistent than the twins, and those two are tenacious as hell.

“Fine. As long as it doesn’t make a mess and noise, he can stay. Just for tonight. I’ll be the one bringing him to the compound tomorrow,” Kita finally agrees but you don’t like his idea.

“Compound? No! I’ll find him a good home myself,” you argue once again. Kita sharply looks at you, but you don’t seem moved or afraid by it. “I’m searching for a home now.” You put the dog on the ground and run to your room to post a picture of him online.

The furry animal and Kita stare at each other for a long time. “Why does he look like someone I know?” Kita questions, tilting his head to the side. The dog mirrors his action. “Osamu when he had grey hair? Or that guy from MSBY?”

“I’ve found a name for him!” You shout, sliding your feet back to the kitchen.

“You’re supposed to look for an owner, not a name,” Kita snaps at you. You ignore his words and pick the dog up and stretch your arms towards Kita’s direction, presenting him the dog.

“Rice. Let’s name him Rice,” you state and he turns around, completely in disagreement with your plans. You put Rice down and move closer to Kita. “It’s a cute name! It suits him. He even looks like you! Rice is just the most suitable name.” Kita grimaces at how you compared him to a dog.

“You’ve only been here for a few hours, and in that few hours you’ve made porridge and brought a strange dog in.” Kita faces you, the distance between the two of you small but safe.

“I’m sorry...” You lower your head, frowning. You hear him sigh so you look back up anxiously.

“I’ll go to the vet tomorrow and see if he’s chipped and has an owner. If he doesn’t, he can stay here. But you need to take care of him,” Kita tells you, giving in to your pleads. ‘Why do I feel like I have a child?’

Out of excitement, you wrap your arms around his waist, hugging him. Once you’ve realized what you’ve done, you pull away from him then run back to your room, Rice following you.

“Why did I do that?” You groan, your face buried on your pillow. Rice barks and you see him sit across you. You smile widely, a blush creeping on your cheeks as you remember the hug again. “He’s so warm!” You squeal like a teenage girl. You start rolling on the floor, muffling your squeals and shrieks on the pillow. “He smells even better up close.”

Meanwhile, Kita is back to washing the dishes, but is completely distracted. He can’t stop thinking about your hug. The thought of your hug turns into a smile. Then, it becomes your voice. After that, it’s your face. ‘She’s cute.’ He finds himself smiling while washing the dishes.

He finally realizes what the weird feeling is.

‘Do I like her?’

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Facts:

Dogs noses are wet to help absorb scent chemicals

Three dogs survived the Titanic sinking

Pomeranians weren’t always so little. They used to weigh as much as 20 to 30 pounds before being bred down in size by Queen Victoria of England.

Despite their small stature, they are famous for thinking they can take on big dogs with their little bark. This makes socializing a Pomeranian with other dogs important in order to avoid aggressive behavior.

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fandomgirlz01 · 4 years ago

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You Can't Just Up and Leave Me Like This! Pt. 4

Imagine on my fandom Instagram?: No

Prompt?: Yes {You can't just write me a letter like this then leave me.}

Request?: No

Requested prompt?: No

Edited: Yes

Word count: 2443

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Warnings Here

You can listen to the story be read out loud here.

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I listened to the song above while writing it, it in no way shape or form was written off of the song, it just goes along with this short story really well.

Colby's Pov:

I wake up and rub my sore eyes. I look to my wall again and my eyes well up with tears again. I hear a knock on my door and jump just a little, not expecting it.

"Come in," I say in a tired tone.

"Dude, when are you going over there?" Gage asks and I just look at him as I then yawn.

"Chill, I just woke up. I'll head over in a few hours," I say and he chuckles.

"Someone's been watching TikTok," he says as he snickers and I just give him a confused face.

"What? Don't tell me you haven't heard the Big Time Rush audio!?" He says as his eyes go wide.

"Nope, sorry. I have no clue what you mean," I say and shrug as I push past him.

"So you haven't heard the 'bro chill, I don't know why you're in such a big time rush' meme on TikTok?" He asks and I just shake my head at him.

"Dang! Why not, it's so funny!" He says and I just glare at him which makes him shut up right away.

"Would you just let me go pee in peace?" I say and he nods, then runs off.

I sigh and go to the bathroom. When I'm done I walk downstairs and to the kitchen. I look around for something to eat and settle on some cereal that's up in the cupboard. Just as I'm pouring milk in my bowl, my mom walks in.

"Morning. Sorry I couldn't get you last night sweetie. I have an outing planned today and I wanted to be up on time for it," she says as she kisses my cheek.

"It's ok, mom. Gage did just fine," I say and she smiles.

"It's good to have you home, but baby you need to fix this," she says and I sigh.

Of course she knew, our moms are the best of friends. Me and y/n can never visit home without one of our moms telling the other that the one that didn't come home gets backlash for not coming too.

"I know mom. I will," I say and she smiles at me again.

"Ok, well I'm going to go shower and get ready for my outing with y/m/n," she says and I give her a nod.

"Ok," I say as she walks out of the kitchen.

I eat my cereal and go to take a shower. By the time I'm done, it's around twelve o'clock. Now I'm getting dressed and ready to go over to her house.

I grab my wallet and phone, shoving them into my pockets and putting my rings back on, then I put my shoes on and run downstairs. I go outside and walk down the walkway, then past the few houses in between our houses.

Once I'm at her house, I stop in front of the driveway, seeing that her family's car is gone. I sigh and decide to go up to the door and try to see if she's home.

At the door, I knock and wait just a few minutes. Soon the door opens, and I see her beautiful face. She sees me and I look at her to see she has bloodshot red eyes.

She looks pale. I wonder if she's ok.....

I kick at the walkway as she just turns around and starts to hyperventilate. I walk in behind her, not that I've ever been welcomed into her house.

I always just walk in like it was my house as well. She stagers to the living room couch as she hyperventilates. It's only then that I realize she's having a panic attack.

Oh my gosh! She hasn't had one in forever, this must be really bad on her if she's having panic attacks.

I rush over and sit next to her, putting my arm around her like I always used to when she'd have them back in sophomore year.

She pushes me away and runs upstairs. I follow after her as she runs to the bathroom. She takes a couple pills, and at first I freaked out, thinking it was just random pills until I noticed the bottle.

They were the pills that were supposed to calm her down, but never worked. She leans against the counter and tries to catch her breath, but it doesn't work.

"Will you just let me help you?" I ask and it causes her to look up at me.

With tears brimming in her eyes, she lets out a hard sounding puff of air. She looks at me for a moment then takes a little step towards me.

"Colby-" she says, just as she falls forward towards me and I catch her. I slowly sink to the floor with her in my lap and I sit there for a moment in shock.

She hasn't hyperventilated to the point where she passes out for a few years.

I had no clue she was even having panic attacks again.

I sit there in a trance for a moment before realizing that she's on the floor. I pick her up and carry her to her room. A room that's full of memories of us, making me choke up for a moment, but then I remember what is going on.

I rush to the bathroom and pull a washcloth from the closet in the wall. I wet it with cold water and ring it out. I then rushed back to her room and put it on her forehead.

When that's done, I finally get a chance to breathe and see her in a peaceful state. I smile a small sad smile, then push some hair out of her face. I look around the room and see a lot of memories from practically growing up here.

I see the teddy bear I got her a few years back, and it's also only now that I realize she's wearing my old sweater, one I've looked for for quite some time. I sit there for a few minutes and just watch her sleep peacefully. I let out a few tears and a quiet sob, covering my mouth as not to wake her. I lay my head down by her and just kinda cry for a few minutes.

I've really messed up bad and I need to fix it......

A few minutes later, I feel a hand rubbing my head very slowly, making me look up at her. She has more color then before and has tears falling from her eyes too.

"Colby, what happened?" She asks and I just shake my head.

"You had a bad panic attack...." I said and she just lays there.

"You scared me half to death at first....." I say and she just gives me a light smile as she rubs some of my tears away.

"I'm sorry....." she says in a soft voice and I shake my head at her.

"Never be sorry for your panic attacks....." I say and she smiles.

"You said that exact same thing to me in this exact same spot about two years and a half ago....." she says and I'm stunned that she even remembers that.

"You remember that?" I say and she giggles.

"Of course I do. I remember every moment with you. Why do you think I started writing them down?" She asks and I just shake my head at her again.

"I wanted my memories with you in a book, I can't write very well, but I'm amazing at journaling so I journaled them," she says and looks away.

"It ended up becoming a book anyway....." I say and she snorts.

"Yeah, a book with a sad ending....." she says and tears up. It's as if when she says that, she finally comes back to reality of why she's home and I'm what's happened over the last two days.

"What are you doing here anyway? Here to say you don't feel the-" she says but I cut her off.

"Don't you dare finish that sentence, we promised when we were fifteen never to lie or hurt each other. Do you remember that time too?" I ask and she nods lightly.

"Now it's quite the opposite of what you we're going to say-" I say and cut myself off with a choked sob.

"But, Colby, you said you loved g/n?" She says confused.

"Would you shut up! And let me finish," I say and she nods.

"I never actually loved her. I was using her to forget you!" My voice starts to go higher as I try to emphasize my feelings for the girl in front of me.

"Colby-" she goes but I shut her up again.

"I love you damn it! A-a-and you can't just leave me a letter like that and disappear! Especially without knowing how I truly feel!" I say, finally just letting all my frustration out.

"I've loved you since I first met you, and everyone has pointed it out over the years! I have always always loved you and we're y/n and Colby! You can't just walk away from us-" I don't get to finish as she pulls my face right to the front of hers to shut me up now.

"Colby, why didn't you ever just talk to me about it?" She asks and I look her in the eyes.

"I was scared....." is all I say and she giggles a little bit.

"Scared of what?" She asks and I sigh.

"That I'd never be the guy you needed...." I say and look towards the ground.

She always always could get me to tell her my fears. That's one of the many reasons I love her.

She pulls my head back up and looks me in the eyes.

"You always were and are the guy I need...." she says and I smile at her.

She smiles back and we just sit there looking at each other for a few minutes, until she says something.

"Colby, if you love me so much, kiss me....." she says and I chuckle lightly then pull her up into a sitting position.

I then pull her face towards mine and kiss her lips softly, but I try to put as much passion as I can behind the kiss. Soon the kiss becomes a little more heated and it turns into a make out, but it's everything I dreamed it would be to kiss her, the girl of my dreams. Soon she's sitting in my lap as I crane my neck to keep up with the make out.

I can only hope she's happy with it too.

Soon we pull apart and she gives my lips a light peck as she lays her forehead against mine. We're both slightly out of breath, but we just sit here, her in my lap, foreheads touching and just basking in the happy moment.

"I love you," she whispers and I smile up at her.

"I love you too," I say and she giggles.

"To think we went through all this and we didn't have to at all," she says as she moves to lay down by me.

I lay on my side and prop my head up on my hand as I look down at her on the bed.

"You're right, I should have just told you, then we wouldn't have had to go through heartache," I say and she looks up at me with a pout.

"I put you through so much, didn't I?" She asks as she plays with the rings on my hand.

"Yeah, I was freaked out. Scared at first you were going into hiding," I say and she giggles.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to," she says and I shake my head.

"Don't be sorry angel...." I say and she closes her eyes at the nickname.

"I thought I'd never hear that name again," she says and smiles up at me.

"Well you're going to hear it everyday from now on. You know why?" I ask and she nods.

I grab her hand and give it a kiss on her palm right before I put it over my heart. She gives me a curious look but smiles.

"Why?" She asks me and I just give her a serious face.

"Because this heart beats for you and nobody else. That's why you'll hear anything you want me to say to you for the rest of our days......" I say and smile at her as she lets out a few tears.

She then gives me a peck on the lips and smiles a huge smile.

"Look at you, comin after me like it was the end of the world," she says and I chuckle.

"Well I couldn't just let you leave now, could I? I love you and I'd be crazy if I didn't go after the girl that's been on my mind since freshman year," I say and she just giggles.

"Thank you...." she says as the feeling of the room gets tense again.

"For what? Coming and getting my literal angel?" I say and she just cuddles into me.

"No. For making my dreams about us come true....." She says and I smile as I kiss her forehead.

"I'd go to the ends of the earth to get you back, babe. Always," I say and she smiles tiredly.

"Hey, you're tired. You've had a crazy day. Sleep," I tell her and she just pouts.

"I don't wanna sleep right now. I just wanna lay here with you," she says and I smile.

"I'm not leaving you, I'll be right here when you wake up, but you passed out. You're going to need energy for our date later....." I say and kiss her forehead again.

"Wait! You wanna take me out later?" She says as she jumps up from her laying down position, making me chuckle.

"Well of course! How else would I ask you to be my girlfriend?" I say and her eyes widen.

"Colby, I love you," I smile and push some hair out of her face.

"I love you too. Now sleep, you need it. I can tell you do," I say and she smiles as she sinks down into her bed and cozies up to my side.

Soon she's asleep and I smile as I kiss her cheek.

I kept my promise. My new promise to myself is to keep her happy and protected no matter what. I truly do love this girl with my every bone in my body.

Next thing I know, I'm drifting into a peaceful sleep with dreams of the girl that's now mine.

THE END...

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blackhakumen · 3 years ago

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Mini Fanfic #838: Meeting the Sisters (King of Fighters)

6:45 p.m. Outside of the Yabuki's Residence.......

K': (Looks Up at the House Along With Rock and Kula) This is the place?

Shingo: (Happily Nodded) Yep! My home sweet home. Might not be the best looking house in the world, but I still love it..

Rock: (Smiles Softly at the House) I dunno about that, Shingo. From all the houses we've seen so far, yours looks pretty good.

Kula: Ooh! (Turns to Shingo With an Excited Look on her Face) Is there gonna be ice cream in there?~

Shingo: (Happily Nodded) You bet. My sister picked up some groceries yesterday. So there's plenty of it to come around.

Kula: (Happily Cheers) Yay!~

Rock: (Eyes Widened a Bit) Wait. You have a sister?

Shingo: Yep. I have two of them actually. The oldest and the youngest. (Takes Out his Home Key From his Pocket) They can be handful sometimes, but trust me, they are just as amazing as you guys are right now.

Kula: (Touched by Shingo's Words) Aww~

Rock: (Chuckles Lightly) Well, if that's the case, I can't wait to meet them all ready.

K': (Starts Smirking at Shingo) I bet that they're as hyperactive as you are, Yabuki.

Shingo: (Smiles Sheepishly at the Gang) I.... wouldn't exactly say that both of them are that way. (Starts Using the Key to Unlock the Door) I mean, my little sister can be energetic at times, but big sis has always been the mature one in the family. She even takes of us whenever mom and dad aren't home.

Rock: Neat.

'Door Open'

Shingo: Guuuuys! I'm back home with gue-

?????: ONEE-CHAN!!!

Without warning, a girl with pigtails, hug tackles Shingo into the ground.

'THUD'

?????: (Smiles Brightly at Shingo) Welcome home, big bro!~

Shingo: (Sighs While Smiling a Bit Sheepishly) Nice to see you too, Naomi......

?????: Honestly, Naomi.....

The gang turns to see an older woman with glasses making her way towards her siblings while having her arms crossed.

?????: How many times do I have to tell you not to hug tackle our brother every time he comes home?

Naomi: ('UGGGH') Relax, Tsubaki! You gotta stop worrying about us all the time. We're fiiine!

Tsubaki: (Gives Naomi an Older Sisterly Glare) Well, maybe if you two quit being reckless, I wouldn't HAVE to get worried all the time! You're my younger siblings, and-

Naomi: (Starts Rolling her Eyes) We know....."Keeping us safe and healthy will always be your #1 properties above everything else" I'm sure we got the memo of that for as long as we can remember.

Tsubaki: (Stares Down at her Younger Sister For a Brief Second Before Sighing) Glad we're on the same page I suppose.... In the meantime.......(Smiles a little at Shingo) Welcome back home, little brother. (Turns to the Trio Standing Right Next to Him and Naomi) Are these the guests you told me about earlier?

Shingo: (Finally Gets Himself Back Up) Yep. These three are my buds: Rock, K', and Kula.

Kula: (Happily Waves at the Sisters) Hello!~

Rock: Hey.

K': 'Sup.

Shingo: (Starts Introducing his Friends to his Sisters) Guys, I like to introduce you to my sisters: Naomi and Tsubaki Yabuki.

Naomi: (Happily Waves Back) Hi!~

Tsubaki: (Bows at the Trio In a Polite Fashion) Please to finally meet you. Shingo told us quite a lot about you three as of late.

Rock: Cool. (Starts Smiling a Bit Sheepishly) He....... just told us about you guys a few minutes ago.

Naomi: (Immediately Pouts at Shingo) Shingo! You seriously haven't told them about us untill now? How could you!?

Shingo: (Immediately Put his Hands Up in Defense) I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to keep you two in the dark like that! I was gonna tell you about them sooner, but...It just never really crossed my mind beforehand, you know?

Tsubaki: ('Sigh') It can't be helped......At the very least, we have the chance to get to know more about one another. So we might as well savior every moment of it.

Rock: (Shrugs) Couldn't say it any better myself really. You two seem like good enough people to get to know more about.

Tsubaki: (Smiles Softly While Nodding in Agreement) Likewise.

Shingo: (Happily Nodded as Well) Okay! While you guys go ahead and do that, I'm gonna hit the showers right fast.

Rock: (Raised an Eyebrow in a Bit of Confusion) Already? We just got here.

Shingo: (Starts Stretching his Arms) Yeah, but I always do this whenever come back home in this kind of hour. It's kinda been my daily routine at this point, you know? (Rushes Himself Towards the Bathroom) BRB!

Tsubaki: Try not to take too long in there!

Shingo: (Already From a Distance) 'Kay! (Closes the Bathroom Door)

K': That kid is too optimistic for his own good.

Tsubaki: Yes, but that is one of the multiple reasons why we love him so. (Smiles Softly) I've always admired that mindset of his.

Few Minutes Later in the Kitchen......

Kula and Naomi starts eating their own bowl of ice cream while the others are having a conversation with one another.

Tsubaki: So you're saying that the two of met in the city?

Rock: Yep. Shingo was looking for the café at the time, so I helped find it for him. After that, we started hanging out a lot more ever since.

K': I met the kid we were in the 5th KOF tournament together. He's annoying, but....I still tolerate him.

Kula: (Smiles Brightly) I've met him in the 6th KOF tournament! He was really funny!~

K': Don't talk with your mouth full, Kula.....

Kula: 'Kay! (Continues Eating her Ice Cream)

Tsubaki: Ah. I see....(Starts Frown a Bit) The....King of Fighters Tournament.....

Rock: Is.... everything okay, Tsubaki?

Tsubaki: (Comes Back to Reality) Oh! Um... Yes. I'm fine. It's just that-

Naomi: Tsubaki been worried about Shingo joining the tournament since day one.

Tsubaki: (Immediately Glares at her Little Sister) I was going to tell them that thank you! And what did I say about talking with your mouth full!!?

Naomi: Okay. Okay. Fine. I'll keep eating. Sheesh..... (Continues Eating her Ice Cream)

Tsubaki: (Groans While Pinching her Nose) As I was trying to say, yes. (Starts Frowning Again) I am worried about Shingo participating in these types of tournaments. He keeps getting himself hurt in each one of them he joins. It even got to the point where he starts developing multiple scars on his arms, shoulders, back! ('Sigh Heavily') I'm really glad he has enjoyment in this kind of stuff......I just..... Don't want anything terrible to keep happening to him.....or worse....

Rock: (Takes a Couple Seconds to Think About Speaking Again) Tsubaki. I understand where you're coming from in all of this. Seeing someone close to you getting hurt can never be an easy feeling and I'm sorry you and your family had to go through all of that.....But I assure you that you have nothing to worry about here. Because the way I see it....(Smiles Softly) I think Shingo's the strongest person I know.

Tsubaki: (Eyes Widened in Genuine Surprise) "Strongest"?

K': (Simply Nodded) Howard's right. He might not have fire or any other crazy power in his disposal, but he can hold his own in a fight fairly well.

Kula: Yeah. I saw kick a robot's butt once.

Naomi: ('GASPS') He did!!?

Kula: (Happily Nodded) Mmhmm. It was a long time ago, but it was soooo cool!

Naomi: (Couldn't Believe What She's Hearing) Oh my gosh.....(Turns to Tsubaki With a Bright Smile on her Face) You hear that, sis? I TOLD you our bro is the coolest!~

Tsubaki: (Rolls her Eyes A Little) I never said he wasn't, Naomi....But still...(Turns Back to Rock) You really think he has what it takes out there.

Rock: (Simply Nodded) Definitely. The guy has a lot more heart on this than the three us here combined. You just need to have more faith in him, you know?

Shingo: (Walks into the Kitchen) I'm back! Did I missed anything while I was g-

Tsubaki: Shingo.

Shingo: (Immediately Turns to Tsubaki) Oh! Uh...Yeah, sis? What's wrong?

Tsubaki: (Takes a Deep Breath Before Speaking) These tournaments you've participated in....and all the training you've endured....have you been taking them seriously like you should?

Shingo: (Rapidly Nodded) O-Of course I have! I've always been giving it my all every time step into the ring. I mean, yeah, it was a really tough experience and all, but I still managed to pull through every once in a while.

Tsubaki: That is true....Even when you keep getting these injuries, you never insisted on giving up.

Shingo: Exactly! (Raised his Fist Up in the Air in a Determined like Fashion) Even in a impossible scenario, I never give up. That's the Shingo Yabuki way!!

Naomi/Kula: (Cheers in Rejoice) YEAHHHH!!!

Rock: (Chuckles Lightly) That's right.

K': ('Heh')

Tsubaki: ('Sighs Heavily') I figured you would say something like that......

Shingo: (Chuckles Lightly) Yeah. But.... seriously though, I'm really sorry for making you worry all this time, sis.

Tsubaki: (Smiles Softly) Don't be, Shingo. I'm your older sister. I'm always going to worry about you and little gremlin.

Naomi: (Pouts at Tsubaki) HEY! I am NOT a little gremlin!!

Tsubaki: (Starts Rolling her Eyes) You don't say? Could've fooled me really.

Naomi: (Starts Sticking her Tongue Out at her Older Sister While Kula Giggles at the Whole Thing)

Tsubaki: ('Sigh') Back on topic, and regardless of my worrisome nature, if you're really serious about all of this, then I won't stop you. I only ask is that you promise me to be more cautious in the future and that you won't take your training too seriously.

Shingo: (Happily Nodded in Agreement) I promise to do all of that x2! (Pulls Tsubaki into a Loving Hug) Thanks, big sis.

Tsubaki: (Smiles Softly While Hugging Her Little Brother Back) There's no need for you to thank me, little brother. No matter what happens, I'll always love and support you.

Naomi: (Happily Joins into the Hug Along With Kula and Rock) Us too!~

Shingo: (Sees K' Giving Him a Nod in Agreement While his Hearts Begins to Melt in Pure Happiness) Guys....I love all of you too. So much.

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janeyseymour · 4 years ago

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Secret Santa

My wonderful friend Ay had an idea to do a white elephant with this bunch? I don’t really understand white elephant, so I changed it a bit, and uh... this was born. I hope you enjoy!

Every year since being reincarnated, the queens did a secret santa gift exchange. This year, they added the entire diner crew. Fluff ensues.

Christmas was coming, and as usual, Jane was in the Christmas spirit as much as anybody else.

“Every year, we do a secret santa exchange between the queens and I know for a fact the others wouldn’t mind if you and your family joined in on the fun!” the queen explained to her waitress friend.

“It honestly might be better that way,” Aragon let out a laugh. “We all end up finding out who our secret santa is before we exchange gifts anyway.”

“We’d love to do that!”

“Sounds great! So, we normally draw names, well... tonight. And then, on Christmas Eve we usually exchange gifts. Although, I’m sure we could do another night if you would rather celebrate Christmas Eve with just Lulu and Jim. You’re more than welcome to hang out with us that day too though! And oh, Becky, Dawn and Ogie will surely be around too right? Maybe even Cal? We’d be more than happy to have you all. Although, again, it really wouldn’t be offensive to us if-”

“Jane, you’re rambling.”

“Oh, dammit. Sorry,” the silver queen apologized.

“There’s really nothing to apologize for. We’d love to celebrate Christmas Eve with you, and I’m sure everyone would love to participate in the secret santa exchange!”

The group of thirteen gathered at the diner one night, ready to pick names out of a hat.

“Okay, the rule is, if you pick yourself, you have to redraw. We don’t need another situation like last year,” Jane laughed, giving a pointed look at the fourth queen. The previous year, Anna had picked herself and bought herself a new car- one she crashed and totalled approximately a week later.

“Oh god, don’t remind me Seymour,” the red queen groaned in embarrassment.

“Who’s first?” When no one made a move, the blonde looked towards the youngest one there. “Well Lu?”

The girl in pigtails stuck her hand in the bowl with all of the names and picked. Thankfully, she was excelling in her reading and knew how to read each and every person’s name there. She opened it up, not letting anybody see who she had, and grinned.

“You didn’t get yourself, right love?”

“Nope! I got the perfect person!” Jane. She had gotten her Aunt Janey.

The group continued to pick until everyone had someone. Nobody had gotten themselves, and everybody had kept it a secret.

“So the other rule is it has to fit in a plastic bag from the diner. That way, when everyone brings their presents over, it isn’t given away who had who based on the bag everyone carries in. “And yes, we learned this from previous years.”

Cathy laughed, fondly remembering the time she had figured out who had who based on the bags they all carried in and who ended up with the gift bags before they had even started opening presents.

“And one final thing, keep the name of the person you have in your hand. That’s the tag we use so we can’t identify others by their writing.” Kat let out a laugh, remembering she knew in previous years who her secret santa was based on handwriting alone.

And so, there they were on Christmas Eve, having eaten more than they had on Thanksgiving and laughing more than they ever had.

“Lu, are you excited for Santa to come?” Anne bounced the little one in her lap.

“I am! I hope Santa brings you guys everything you want too!” The girl beamed, always thinking of others. “Can we start our secret santa present thingy so I can go to bed so Santa can come?”

“I think that’s a great idea miss Lu!” Jenna beamed at her daughter. It was becoming a hassle to get her daughter to go to bed these days, so her wanting to go to bed was a welcomed change.

“So, how do you guys run this thing?” Becky looked towards Jane for guidance.

“Well, we usually all sit on the floor in a circle,” Jane began and gestured for everyone to move before continuing. “And since we all put our bags under the tree, why don’t we just all pass the bags out? Lulu can start since she’s the youngest, and then whoever her secret santa is can go next and so on. Who wants to play Santa this year?”

“Me!” Lulu’s hand shot up, and she was out of the second queen’s lap in an instant.

The little one had passed out everyone’s presents, and

“Go ahead little Lu,” Anne beamed, hoping that her younger friend would like her gift.

The girl opened her present with no hesitation, her mouth agape once she saw what was in the bag: a new apron with all of the queens’ assigned colors in stripes with the addition of a purple stripe. “Woah! This is amazing! Thank you secret santa! I love it!”

“Who do you think gave you the gift?” Jim questioned.

“I don’t know, but whoever did, thank you!” Lulu exclaimed, already having put the apron on proudly.

“Hun, the point of the game is to guess who gave you the gift,” Becky told her gently.

“Oh!” the girl laughed, a bit confused but happy to go along with the game. “I think... Lina!”

“Wasn’t me mija,” the first queen shrugged. “Guess again?”

“Aunt Janey?”

“Good guess love, but it wasn’t me either. One more guess,” the silver queen laughed.

“Annie?”

“Bingo!” The green queen exclaimed. Lulu immediately launched herself at the woman with space buns.

“Oh my gosh Annie, thank you so much! I love it!”

“I’m glad you like it! I worked pretty hard on it!” Nobody but Jane knew the truth in that statement. The second queen had caved and asked- no. begged- Jane to teach her how to sew in order to make this present.

“I love it! It has all of your colors from the show! But, what’s this purple here for?”

“Well, I figured, you might like to have your own color!”

(Lulu would claim her favorite color was purple for the rest of her life.)

“Okay Annie, it's your turn to open your present!”

“Wheels for my heelies? Bro! This could be anyone!”

“Look a little closer,” Becky stifled a laugh.

“What? Wait, turtles? This could only be from Dawn!”

“You caught me,” the waitress with glasses blushed.

(The silly queen would always make sure to put these wheels in when Dawn was around.)

“A new turtle pin!” Dawn grinned and happily attached it to her shirt. “Thank you to uh,” the waitress glanced at it and remembered all of the queens’ respected colors. “Catherine!”

“I think it’s safe to say everyone here has earned the right to call me Catalina, or even Lina,” the first wife said genuinely.

“Thank you Lina.” Dawn smiled at the nickname.

(That pin became her second favorite- right under the turtle pin that Ogie gave her as a wedding present.)

“These are beautiful.” The golden queen admired the beautiful earrings that she had received.

“Any guesses?”

“Jane?”

“It wasn’t me, and I really don’t know who it’s from,” the blonde said earnestly.

“Cathy?”

“Not from me.”

“Jenna?” The head waitress shook her head no.

“What the-”

“It’s from me,” the usually gruff cook said shyly as he raised his hand quietly.

“Thank you Cal.” Catherine went about taking her Christmas earrings out and putting her new ones in. “They’re beautiful.”

“I hope you like them.”

(Catherine wore them to a press junket. Cal noticed and smiled to himself. He was glad she liked them enough to wear on a red carpet. When the gold queen was asked about the beautiful earrings, she was happy to tell the world a close friend named Cal gave them to her.)

“A new apron? And a new spatula?” Cal looked confused. In reality, this could be from anyone. “Jenna?” the brunette made a ‘no’ gesture. “Jim?”

“Nope.”

“Look a little closer at the spatula,” Cathy spoke up. “ Tis an ill cook that cannot lick his own fingers” was engraved into it.

“Shakespeare?” Cal looked a bit bewildered.

“It means that if a cook can’t bear to eat his own food, he isn’t a very good cook, and we all know you’re one of the best around,” Cathy explained, a tint of red shading her face. “And I’ve noticed that your apron is stapled to keep it together. Figured you might like a new one.”

“I- Thanks Cath.” The man smiled one of the most genuine smiles any of his coworkers had ever seen. Jenna would be sure to tell Cathy how much that present had meant to him, because the lord knew that Cal wasn’t very good at expressing his feelings.

(It didn’t go unnoticed that the spatula was used exactly once before it hung in a shadowbox that the cook would touch for good luck every time he walked into the diner for the rest of his time working.)

“Bookmarks? This could quite literally be from anyone,” the writer laughed. “Who do I have left to choose from?” She surveyed the room before noticing that a certain mother wouldn’t look her in the eye. “Jenna?”

“Yeah?”

“How did you know I needed new bookmarks?” She truly thought that only her fellow queens would pick up on the fact that she was using strange objects as bookmarks.

“I’ve seen the way you’ll use anything as a bookmark, but I’ve never seen you use a proper bookmark,” Jenna explained. “For crying out loud, I saw you use a soda can tab the other day.”

“I-” the sixth queen was truly stunned. And then, she got a closer look at the bookmarks. They were beautiful- all different shades of blue, but each had delicate details and accents with her fellow queens colors. “These are beautiful. Thank you.”

(She would go on to use these bookmarks for the rest of her days, alternating between the different bookmarks.)

“A new pie dish!” the baker exclaimed with glee. “Oh how wonderful! Thank you!”

“Who’s it from?” Jim questioned.

“It’s from-,” Jenna eyed up the pie dish for a long while before catching that on the side in small and crisp writing it read, “ all i wanna do is bake... all i do is sing... all i do is bake and sing” “-Thank you Kat.”

“You’re welcome,” the pink haired queen tried to say it casually. “Hope you like it.”

“I love it. And I love the reference to the musical.”

(Whenever she brought over pie to the queens from that day forward, she made sure to bake it in the pie dish that the fifth queen had gifted her.)

“A book on American history...?” Katherine grinned, knowing exactly who gave it to her. “Thank you Ogie.”

“I thought since you liked British history so much, you might like to read up on American history now that you live in the states,” Ogie offered. “If you don’t like it though, I can surely think of something else to get you.”

“That won’t be necessary. I love it. Thank you.”

(Kat would stay up late into the night reading about the fascinating history of the country she now resided in. Cathy would find her asleep the next morning with the book in her lap before leaving the room. She returned with the bookmark matched with her friend’s color and bookmark the page for her, but not before attaching a sticky note that read, “ I expect this to be returned to me when you wake up.” When Ogie was playing Paul Revere the next time, the fifth queen was in the front row watching her friend reenact her new favorite part of history.)

“Wow! This is beautiful! Almost an exact replica of the one the Paul Revere wears in my reenactments! Thank you!”

“Well, who do you think got it for you hun?” Dawn also admired the new coat her husband had just been given.

“I- I- I, Cleves?” he guessed. Surely, this was a rather expensive gift, and everyone knew that the red queen had money to spare.

“Nope, wasn’t me.”

“Becky?”

“You wish. I’m not going to encourage your-”

“That’s enough Becky. My daughter is in the room,” Jenna scolded her boisterous friend.

“She won’t encourage his what, Mama?” the little girl in the room stared up at her mother with wide eyes.

“Nothing to worry about hun. Just some adult stuff.” The baker hoped that would be enough. It seemed to work- the girl was back to asking Ogie who he thought gave him the coat.

“Jim?”

“I thought you might like to have it the next time you go on for Revere. That other guy’s coat is huge on you.”

“Thank you Jim!” The elf-man lunged to hug his friend.

“This tie is stunning Jane,” the lanky doctor said confidently.

“How’d you know it was me?” The silver queen was shocked. She didn’t think it was that obvious who she had. She certainly didn’t slip up and tell Jenna either.

“It’s silver.”

“Oh.” In all honesty, the blonde didn’t even realize she had bought a tie in the color that she had been assigned all those years ago. She was just drawn to it.

“Thank you.”

(Jim wore the tie to the second opening night for SiX on broadway many years later. Jane cried when she recognized the tie.)

“Aren’t you going to open your gift?” Cleves asked the third queen expectantly.

“Oh, I guess I just got so... wrapped up in watching everyone else open their gifts!” The punniest queen grinned.

“Just for that, you lose your turn. You go last,” Cleves retorted as she went to open her present.

“Well, I only know one woman who would buy me a designer athletic bag. Thank you Becky!” the red queen acknowledged the rowdy waitress.

“Yeah, yeah. Not a problem. I figured you might like to carry your things in it instead of that small little bag you have.”

“Thank you.”

(Anna of Cleves would use that bag until it ripped, and then she retired it so that she could keep it forever. Becky would be happy to buy her another bag when she needed it.)

“Cleves!” Becky gasped.

“What?”

“These shoes!”

“I’ve seen the shoes you guys wear while you’re waitressing. I read up on these shoes a lot. They’re supposedly really comfortable and they’re stunning. All leather.”

(Becky was more than happy to throw away the ratty pair of shoes she had been wearing since Jenna started working at Joe’s Diner all those years ago and replace them with the shoes Cleves had bought her. And when a new pair showed up at her house a few years later with a note that read: bitchin’ kicks! , well, Becky let out a full-on belly laugh.)

And that left Jane to open her present.

“Well, go on, open it hun,” Jenna encouraged her friend.

Jane was expecting some sort of artwork from the little girl who was no doubt her secret santa. What she wasn’t expecting was a handmade mug with the little girl’s thumbprints in the shape of a heart- under it reading “ Best Aunt”. At the sight of it, the blonde’s eyes welled with tears.

“Thank you Lulu,” she choked out.

“What is it?” Anne asked, curious as to what could elicit such a reaction from her costar.

“It’s a best aunt mug,” Jane whispered.

“Hey, I thought that was me! You little rascal!” both Anna and Becky exclaimed at the same time.

“D-do you like it Aunt Janey?” Lulu stood from her spot in her mother’s lap and resituated herself in the third queen’s, hugging her.

“I absolutely love it, and I love you. It’s perfect. Thank you so much honey.”

(Jane would never use another mug again, nor did she let anyone else in the house use it. It was her mug, and no one dared to touch it.)

After the gift exchange was over, the group settled in to watch a movie, more than happy to spend all of the time in the world together. The youngest member of the group hadn’t strayed from her surrogate aunt’s side, more than happy to snuggle into the warmth that the older woman radiated. It wasn’t long before she was snoring quietly in the arms of her favorite queen.

“You’re all more than welcome to stay the night if you want,” Catherine offered knowing how tired the bunch had become.

“As much as we’d love to,” Jim began before Jenna interrupted.

“It might be easier to have her just sleep here instead of trying to get her into the car and then into bed without her waking up.”

“That’s a fair point. But, all of the gifts are at our house babe.”

“Hey, it’s not a big deal if you guys stay, and it’s not a big deal if you don’t stay. We all know you’re all gonna end up here again in the morning anyway, so it’s totally up to you.” Anne waved a dismissive hand.

“We wouldn't want to impose,” Dawn muffled a yawn.

“We’ve got more than enough room between the living room and the basement, but it’s up to you,” Cathy mumbled, half asleep against Catherine.

“If you guys don’t mind,” Jenna smiled. The six queens all quickly reminded her that it was their idea. “Okay, so Santa’s presents are still at my house, so we’re gonna have to-”

“I’ll go with Jim and get it all together for you, don’t worry Jenna,” Ogie offered.

“I’ll go with them. They need a man to get this job done.” Cal stood and grabbed his coat, the other two men following suit.

“Alright girls, head to bed, Jenna and I can stay up for the boys.”

“You don’t have to tell me twice,” Becky grumbled, picking herself up and heading towards the basement, pulling a half-asleep Dawn with her.

“Goodnight Janey,” the queens all stood and kissed the mother figure of the house on the cheek before retreating to their rooms.

“I better take Lu down-”

“You guys can stay in my room. I’m sure Annie won’t mind a bedmate for the night.”

“I can’t take your room from you.”

“You can. I insist. Lu isn’t going to sleep on one of the couches!”

“But it’s your room.”

“Okay, I do have that pullout in my room. I can sleep on there, and the three of you can have my bed.”

“I’m not taking your bed from you!”

“Well Lu surely isn’t sleeping on that pullout! Not the night before Santa’s coming!”

“Lu can stay with you then. Jim and I will take the couch.”

“But, you’re going to wake up sore.”

“So would you if you slept on it.”

“But you’re my guests.”

“We’re hardly guests at this point.”

“You don’t live here.”

“We might as well.”

“Just take my offer.”

“You’re sleeping in your own bed Seymour. Lu can stay with you, and Jim and I can take the pullout. That’s final,” the brunette turned on her mom voice.

“Damn Hunterson. No need to pull out the mom voice on me!”

“There is a need!”

“Okay, okay!” Jane laughed putting her hands up in mock surrender. “I suppose you win this round. Let’s get her to bed before the Santas arrive.”

The men arrived a while later, promising the two women who had stayed up that they could take care of setting out all the presents.

“Dawn and Becky are downstairs. There’s more than enough room for all of you to stay down there comfortably,” Jane informed them.

“Jane’s been kind enough to share her room with us for the night,” Jenna told her husband. “Lu’s gonna stay with her and we’re gonna stay on the pull-out. Hope that’s alright.”

Jim nodded before instructing the other men on where to put Lulu’s presents.

Although the two women had been told they were more than welcome to go to bed once Jim, Ogie, and Cal arrived back, they stayed and watched them diligently. Satisfied with the display that had the queens’ presents to each other (because of course they all got each other presents on top of their secret santa exchange) as well as the additional presents from the diner gang, everyone set out to bed.

Christmas Day had arrived, and at exactly 5:03 am, Jane Seymour was woken by a small child poking her cheek incessantly.

“Aunt Janey!” she whispered. “It’s Christmas. Do you think Santa came? Do you think Santa knowed I stayed here instead of at my own house?”

“Lu, it’s 5 in the morning. I don’t know if Santa came yet. Why don’t we give him a couple more hours to make sure he knows you’re here and not home?”

“This is like my home!” the little one whisper-shouted, melting the blonde’s heart.

“That’s so sweet of you to say hun. Why don’t we go back to sleep for a little bit though? It’s very early, and you know how your girls like their sleep.”

“Hmm,” Lulu thought this over for a second. “I guess you’re right. Good night Aunt Janey. Merry Christmas, and love you.”

“I love you too little Lu,” the blonde sighed as her surrogate niece snuggled into her side for a few more hours.

Opening presents was about as chaotic as anyone could guess in the house with thirteen people in it. After presents were done, Cal set out to make breakfast for everyone, muttering that if he couldn’t do that, what kind of cook would he be? It didn’t go unnoticed by the writer that he used his new spatula and apron as opposed to one of the spatulas in the queens’ house, the first and only time he ever used the kitchen tool.

“Hey Jenna?” Jane called from her place on the couch. The baker looked over at her friend inquisitively. “I have one more present for you.”

“What? You didn’t have to get me anything.”

“Well, maybe it’s not for you, per se. It’s for the little one inside of you.” The third queen stood and walked towards the Christmas tree before almost magically producing one last present from under it.

Jenna opened the present with care and glanced at it before bursting into tears.

A simple onesie that said “ Heart of Gold, Green, Silver, Red, Pink, and Blue” .

“We thought it might be nice to give you for the new baby. We already love him or her so much.”

(When Olivia Pomatter arrived in the world, it was the first onesie the Hunterson-Pomatter duo put their new daughter in. Jane cried.)

#six the musical #six musical #waitress the musical #waitress musical #jane seymour #jenna hunterson #six fanfiction #six the musical fanfic #six the musical fanfiction #six fanfic #waitress the musical fanfiction #waitress the musical fanfic

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kyubbikyut · 3 years ago

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WATER | JURIC

mental illness, abuse, blood, murder mentioned

juric stans where yall at

obsessive relationship ¡

juyeon suffered from OCPD but he didn't knew it. Currently he's in relationship with eric, his 20 year-old boyfriend. He had been always controlling eric, if eric didn't obeyed him, he'd hit him. he had abused him several times, actually.

Eric woke up that morning. Juyeon approached him and kissed eric's lips softly. " morning, baby, " eric smiled softly and he hugged juyeon.

"now go, shower. then we can go out to get something for breakfast," juyeon said and eric pouted. "five more minutes, please,"

"i said now," juyeon raised his voice. eric was currently in the 2nd year of college, he graduated earlier but he decided to re-study and re-took the exams.

eric bit his lower lips, listening to the other, he quickly got up and went to get ready for college. as usual, juyeon brought some food, then sent him off to school and he went back home doing house chores.

"eric, hey, how are you?" sunwoo asked. "I'm still sleepy," eric rubbed his eyes and bomin came over them. "you should get rid off him, bro, before its late,"

he said and there sanha came, all of them walked together to the class. "what's today's plan," sunwoo asked bomin. bomin was trying to solving some problematic mathematics questions.

" uhh, I have to get my homie back then I'm free." bomin said and put up his head. " cool, we can go drink or partying later," sunwoo smiled. eric whose eating the sandwiches quietly looked at them.

" can I follow too?" he asked, making the other three of his friends looked at him in disbelief. " why? " bomin looked back at his work paper and lightly screamed. "ah, fuck! I forgot the formula again," he said and quickly scribble the other paper.

"you knew how juyeon acted, right?" sunwoo asked. eric nods and he looked at sanha. "bro, I'm 100.000 percent sure. you'll not make it alive if he found out," sanha said and took a sip of his caprisun juice.

eric pouted and he looked at the problematic bomin whose trying to solving the questions. "bomin-ah, let me see them," eric said, trying to get rid off the topic they're talking about.

he hated when people talked bad about juyeon. he knew that his lover suffered from a mental illness. but he loved him so he promised to himself to make things better for him and juyeon.

he stared at the question and he shrugged. "bruh, bomin this is so simple how can you not do it, oh my gosh," _ "you're a genius, that's easy for you," bomin pouted.

they continued class as usual and went back home except for sunwoo and sanha who had their part-time job together at a local restaurant. sunwoo and eric raised their eyebrow.

" it's okay, I understand you," sunwoo said and eric nods. "he got hotter than usual," sunwoo squinted his eyes as he looked at juyeon. "shut up," eric grinned and walked to juyeon.

juyeon put his phone back in the pocket and hugged the younger. "how's class today?" juyeon asked. "it's great," eric smiled and juyeon caresses his cheeks lightly.

"let's go home, i made some apple pie for you," eric smiled and they walked to the car, getting home as quick as possible. then he putted his bag beside the study table, he grab his towel and went to shower. while juyeon in other hand, he reheated the mushroom soup that he cooked earlier and went to toast some breads.

"juyeonnie, can I.. ask you something?" eric stopped munching on his food and look at juyeon. "sure, sweetheart. what is it?" juyeon looked at eric with his sharp eyes, making eric almost scared to ask.

"well, my friends always went to parties and they're together all the time until late night," he said and juyeon hummed, telling the younger to continue his words.

"well by any chance, can I go together with them? I never go to any party," eric pouted, but his eyes shaked as juyeon puts his cutlery down. he started to shivered lightly.

"I've told you before, it's a no. if you want party, you have to go with me." juyeon said. "b-but those boys are sunwoo, bomin and sanha! you know them well too,"

"eric, I said no, no is enough" _ "freak, you didn't let me do anything! you treated me like I am your pet or something!" eric raised his voice. he then realised what he just said and did. "what? eric, you just raised your voice," juyeon said.

' fuck ' eric cussed in his thoughts. he probably knew what's going to happened. juyeon gets up as eric stayed there. he went to take a glass of hot water and put it on the table.

he walked passed eric as the younger trembles. he took out a rope and tied his hands back he pulled eric's hair harshly back, making him screamed a bit. he took a small cloth and put it inside eric's mouth, preventing him from screaming.

juyeon poured the hot water on eric's neck, eric screamed in pain into the clothes. he began to cried and screamed.

"are you okay?" sanha asked and eric could hummed as a response. he was wearing a grey hoodie that sunwoo once gave him on his birthday. but something was off because he was wearing a turtle neck and a facial mask.

"hey, what's wrong?" sunwoo checked on eric, he didn't see any new bruises on his hands though. eric pulled off them and walked away from them.

"eat," sunwoo gave him a leftover sandwich he gets earlier. "just a bit, come on," sunwoo said but eric kept shaking his head. bro, what's wrong?" bomin pulled off eric's mask.

"holy- eric! what did that shit do to you," they saw the skin of eric's neck that redder, probably getting burnt from the water. sunwoo pulled off the turtle neck quickly, they saw the scars too.

"he's going overboard," sunwoo said. "I thought he just beat you or something. bitch, he poured hot water on you," sunwoo cursed and he looked away.

"listen, we'll get you out from that hell, we promised," bomin said. "I'll help too," hyunjin appeared from nowhere. he's used to be eric's ex-boyfriend back then before he met juyeon.

"hyunjin.." eric whispered lightly. "we'll text you tonight, is that okay?" hyunjin asked. "he hold my phone after 12," eric said. hyunjin hummed. "it's okay, we can still text you, right?" sunwoo asked and eric nods. "okay here's the plan.."

that night the both was together, hugging and cuddling each other like nothing happened. suddenly eric's phone rang. it was around 9pm so he still can communicate with the other.

he picked up the phone. "first, go to a nearest room," bomin whispered lightly. eric got into the bathroom because they don't have any other room. eric opened up the shower. "great, now just wait,"

juyeon heard a knock from the door and he went to reach it. there's hyunjin in a delivery man cosplay while wearing a mask. "delivery for eric sohn?" juyeon nods and took the packaging bag from him.

something cool happened from the other side, bomin and sanha just entered the house from the main window and they quickly ran to a closet, hiding in them. juyeon put the package on the table. he knocked the bathroom door and went back to the couch.

eric walked out and went to kitchen. juyeon glances at him and looked back at the tv. eric peeked back and saw bomin and sanha. they all nods together as eric putted a large bowl and the stove and let it opened, then he walked back to juyeon.

bomin tried to move as his sleeve stucked on a hanger, he fell off and juyeon looked at them. " bomin? sanha?" he said weirdly. "what are you guys doing here?" juyeon said and grab eric's arm harshly, pulling him closer.

"fucker, don't do that to him," bomin cursed. "do what?" juyeon asked. "bruh you abused your fucking boyfriend," sanha said. they get into a mouth fight while sunwoo and hyunjin outside were planning a plan B.

eric was wearing an airpods but juyeon didn't realise. "eric, find the most sharp things nearer you, stab him! quick!" hyunjin said. eric could see a pair of scissors nearby him. he managed to take it and hide it.

juyeon in other hand were punching sanha, both of them were in fight. "eric, quick!" sunwoo said and he grabbed the scissors, he firmly hold them and he closed his eyes, stabbing juyeon's back.

he dropped the scissors and he fell. what did he just do? did he killed him? many thoughts came across eric's mind that time. bomin picked up eric and brought him out as they realised the house is getting foggy due to gas pipe leakage eric did earlier,

sanha pushed juyeon aside and they gets out. "eric! gosh thank god you're okay" sunwoo smiled. eric couldn't say anything as he couldn't stop thinking about juyeon.

"I'm sorry guys," eric said as they were sitting together quietly. "what do you mean?" sanha asked and eric looked at the house, he began to cry. he gets up slowly before running back to the house, he gets into the house and closed the window.

the other started to running off to eric, they tried to open the window but eric locked it. they can't do anything other than watch both of them dying because of the gas.

#eric #juyeon #juric

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cosmiclatte28 · 4 years ago

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Bro-sis Quality Time (Ten, Hendery,you)

Hey this is like the second part of my Ten and Hendery brother scenarios. I hope you like this.

Enjoy!

"Hey, Hendery can you stop pulling that face," you stop in track when you see your brother once again showing his "creepy haunting customer service" smile. He is sitting with Louis, the cat, on the sofa when you enter the kitchen one fine morning. "What face?" he turns his head to face you and oh gosh if this is a horror movie, he makes a good doll role that can creep you out. You drink a glass of water before continuing "That... that smile, you don't have to put that big smile here. At least not while you're staring into the distant while patting Louis." "I am just smiling." he raises his voice, a bit challenged by your statement. You nod your head, "I know I know, but you just give off the impression that you know... you want to kill someone," your voice gets quieter as the sentence comes to an end. "Oh silly, I am the most harmless human okay. Now, I fixed you breakfast. Mom was called for an urgent labor call and Ten has not waken up yet. Your breakfast is on the kitchen counter." Hendery flips his hair, "I know its just a bowl of cereal. but that is the only things I cannot burn." You raise your brow, "Yup. Look at that... why would you soak my cereal with milk before I wake up?" you examine the cereal there, half of them are already super wet and soggy and oh you don't like it. Hendery scratches his head, "Yeah I just realized I fucked up after I pour it, so if you don't want it... I'll eat it." You sigh, "Fine. Let me eat this. Thank you." Ten comes in time, as you are eating the soggy cereal, your first brother waltz to the refrigerator. "Morning Ten," you say as you scoop in another spoonful, well you mixed in some fresh crispy cereal and it's not that worst. "Morning, do you want some toast?" he yawns as he bends to take out the ingredients. "Yes please! Hendery only feed me cereal." you take in the last spoonful and leave your seat to wash the bowl. "Okay, just wait here okay." Ten ruffles your hair and bends to kiss your forehead a good morning kiss. "I also want one hyung!" Hendery comes in the corner with his smile and Ten just nods his head. "Skipping out on work again?" both of you ask Ten when the clock strikes 9.

Ten smiles bashfully, "Actually this time, I am not skipping. I got a day off because my boss is having his daughter's birthday party. Odd, but I love day off." You smirk, well today your school is having a midterm holiday and Hendery is doing his entrepreneur business, so he is always at home. "Great then can we go to the park or the mall? We can have some bro-sis quality time!" you suggest this to your brothers. They hesitate for a moment but screw works, they quickly nod. "Yes we can go! I can drive us there." Ten calmly return to his activity, flipping eggs and breads. "I will leave a note to mom saying we're out for lunch." Hendery has already typed his fingers over the screen and maybe message mom about our plan. We finish the simple breakfast Ten cooked for us. Eating breakfast while talking with your brothers is exciting, you need more of this! "Okay change and we go," Ten commands after the three of you finish the chores mother left in a post it note on the fridge. You and Hendery are responsible for making the bedroom and doing laundry, while Ten takes care of the dishes. You return to the living room after a quick shower. You put on your short pants, a cute tee shirt and grab your bag. The first sentence that comes out from Ten's mouth when he sees you is "Any shorter and you'd probably fade out of existence." Ten glares and pushes you back to your room. "Change or we are not going. It's not the beach we're going to." You want to complain, but your mouth are shut. It's summer after all, nothing is wrong with wearing shorts right? You groan but follow his order. Ten won't let you leave the house if you don't change. After changing clothes, the three of you hit the road. It is a nice decision to go have a quality time with your brothers. The three of you sit down for lunch, shop some cute coupling shirts and fashion vibes, watch a new film, and even sit down for desert. All in all it is a good day and a nice short break. That night, after dinner the three of you are cuddled in the main room. Mother is staying over the hospital tonight since she has predicted three more labor. In the middle of the movie, Hendery managed to spill the bowl of popcorn when there is a jump scare. Ten and you send him a death glare, now we have to clean up after his mess. "Sorry..." he offers his smile again and the two of you just roll your eyes. "Somehow Hendery doesn't have to open his mouth to make my head hurts." You jokingly poke Ten. Ten laughs and nods his head, "Imagine me dealing with this since the day he walks." The three of you laugh and just continue the film, until midnight came and you fall asleep between the two men who love you with all their life. Father has been gone since you're eleven, and since then your brothers are making sure you receive a fatherly love from them, or at least make you feel less lonely. All in all, this family is the best and you cannot ask for more. Having Ten and Hendery as your big brothers is enough to make sure you are smiling everyday and sharing to them whatever you are facing.

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