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vagrantblvrd · 4 years ago

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In the vein of those Din and Luke meet on Tatooine before they live the Star Wars?

I propose that Din is the ~sweetheart from back home story Luke tells people if they ask about that kind of thing, you know?

Nineteen year-old Luke who gets tossed into the deep end whe he joins the Rebellion, right?

Farm boy from Tatooine in a starfighter squadron filled with people like Wedge and Janson.

And all the hurry up and wait that happens, and a card game that springs up between missions. Some late night somewhere - Hoth, maybe - and it was just a little too much to toss and turn all night in the bunks, maybe tale a stroll through base. Stop by the hangar because someone’s always there - weather lie this you can bet someone’s fixing something or adapting it to make it work in these conditons, and anyway, anyway.

Hell of a lot better than being stuck with your own thoughts you know backwards and front.

So anyway, one of those kind of card games, you know? The ones where people don’t ask why you look so damn tired or comment on how jumpy you are because they’ve all been there. (It’s a war, everyone loses sleep, everyone has nightmares. Everyone’s lost someone, or worry about losing someone and anyway. They get it.)

Janson’s just finished some story about a girl he knew from somewhere, before he joined the Rebellion and the trouble they both go up to and the fond memories he has due to all that.

Swings over to Wedge who sighs and gives Janson this look because he just won’t stop about it, and Luke only half hears the story because he catches a glimpse of Han stomping by, scowl on his face the way he gets sometimes.

(Another fight with Leia, probably, that Luke’s at that stage of things where the thought doesn’t sting so much anymore, thinks he actually likes this better anyway, because he’s seen the way Han looks at her and anyway.)

Luke goes over to where Han’s stomping around the Falcon, muttering and swearing and Chewie’s who knows where, maybe that still in one of the storage levels helping people who are totally not involved with it refine the end product or some such, Luke wouldn’t know.

Takes a while for Han to notice he’s there and when he does Luke almost rolls his eyes at the whole...Drama bit he does. Trying to get Luke on his side, paint himself as the innocent in the scenario - which, if he was? He wouldn’t be trying nearly this hard to convince Luke, so.

Luke lets him vent for a bit and when Han runs out of steam, starts to look a little lost like he has no idea how the hell whatever argument he and Leia had got so out of hand he stormed off the way he did -

“You up for a game of sabacc?”

Because Han tells anyone who’ll listen just how good at it he is, no one better for parsecs around, and anyway.

Better that that be left alone with his thoughts, right?

So Luke brings Han into the game, and Wedge and Janson give Luke this look because the whole Drama between him, Han, and Leia is the best entertainment they’ve had in a long, long time, and anyway.

“You got one?” Wedge asks, looking at Luke over his cards, like an absolute bastard, because of course that catches Han’s interest.

“Got what?”

Luke is like, oh, no, but Wedge is smirking at him and Janson’s no better and then there’s Han who is worse than all of them put together.

“Sweetheart from back home,” Wedge says,and he and Han share this look - it has to be a Corellian thing - and Luke.

“...I wouldn’t say he’s my sweetheart,” Luke says, and the way his face feels he has to be blushing. “But, uh. There was someone.”

And, okay.

He’s not so clueless he doesn’t know the reputation Mandalorians have with most people, has heard Han talking about this one in particular that pops up in his life every so often.

Mostly though, it’s kind of.

He just doesn’t want other people having this piece of his life, you know? Things are weird enough after Yavin and the Death Star and the Rebellion and Luke’s role in all that and he didn’t ask for any of that, could do without it, but he’s just the guy they ask to smile and post of pictures and...yeah.

SO.

He tells them this story about that time he was in Mos Eisley, right? He had this part-time job working in a hangar for someone named Peli when the farm wasn’t doing well.

Han looks at Luke as he mentions that, this slow realization on his face because look, okay, look.

Han’s met some nice girls - and maybe boys, who knows - like that, ones he had a good time with before moving on and Luke is steadfastly not looking at anyone at the table. (Cargo crate with an old tarp thrown over it to make it just that much more classy and all.)

Focused real intent on his cards and Han is both impressed and a little horrified because one, he never would have expected something like that from Luke - look at the kid, for crying out loud! - and two? That’s Luke. Like a kid brother and Han knows the kind of guys (and girls) who meet sweet kids like him in places like that - look at Han!

Anyway, Han keeps his mouth shut and lets Luke tell his story. Glances at Wedge and the others who all look the same mix of impressed and horrified because Luke, and almost gives himself away by laughing because yeah, the dumb kid gets to people like that, doesn’t he.

Luke, though He knows his friends, looks up and give them looks. “It wasn’t like that,” he says, because most of the time it really wasn’t like that.

He met a lot of interesting people back then, that’s all.

So anyway, back to Luke’s story about this guy he met working for Peli.

Drifter, you know? Not the chatty sort, but not rude about it. Just. Not much to say to anyone, which was fine Luke made up for it himself just fine.

Anyway.

This guy comes in with his ship all chewed up - literally, Luke finds out later when he pries a tooth jammed into one of the landing struts when the guy mentioned it didn’t fully retract - and this tired sigh.

Peli set Luke on the guy’s ship, told him that since he didn’t want droids near the damn thing he’d trust her to know what her people could do and that Luke would be just fine fixing his ship, so, you know.

That was a thing to watch.

And then Luke gets to work, has to call home to let them know he won’t be back that night because he’s got a big job in the works and the guy needs it done ASAP and there’s a couch in Peli’s office she lets him sleep on when stuff like this happens.

He’s still working when the guy gets back from...doing whatever it is he was doing, Luke knows better to ask, and Luke is like.

He knows ships, you know? Knows machines, a hell of a lot better than people sometimes, and they don’t make fun of him, don’t stick him with dumb nicknames.

So he’s working on the guy’s ship, maybe talking to it to, fond little pats when he’s done with a repair or comes across some old repair job someone did that’s coming apart. And it’s not like anyone told him not to take care of that while he’s there and all, you know?

Peli said get his ship fixed, and maybe she meant the newer stuff, but Luke is there and it’ll just take a second and really, the ship’s old, been through a lot. Fixing this one little thing with all the rest won’t hurt anyone and it’ll keep her flying a little longer, and just. No harm to it.

And then the guy is just kind of there?

Watching Luke being a weird guy, talking to his ship like it’s a person, finding small things wrong with it that haven’t set up an alarm anywhere yet, but Luke just knows. Like a splinter under your skin you don’t realize is there just yet but something’s not right, that kind of deal.

Gives Luke this look, right, but Luke shrugs and spins some nonsense about older ships like his and these common issues they share as part of the manufacturing process and might as well take care of it now before it becomes a problem, right? No extra charge, something on the house since the repairs that were asked for are so extensive.

Anyway.

Luke ends up chattering a bit when he realizes the guy doesn’t mind? Doesn’t always answer Luke but he doesn’t tell him to shut up or pull a blaster to intimidate him the way some of them do, and anyway.

Luke finishes the repairs around dawn, dead on his feet and wishes him luck before he goes off to catch some sleep on Peli’s couch before he heads home to the farm.

Doesn’t think much about the whole thing, but then a few months later the same ship ends up in Peli’s hangar. In better shape this time, just needs a once-over, make sure everything’s running fine and fuel.

And the guy, okay.

Gives Luke this little nod on his way off to do whatever, doesn’t stop to ask Peli if she’s sure Luke’s good at his job, and he gets this. Nothing warm and squishy, he barely knows the guy, but it’s a pleased feeling knowing that at the very least he trusts Luke’s work.

Luke’s done by the time the guy gets back, but it’s one of those days where he’s not keen on getting back to the farm - Uncle Owen asked him to stay behind a year to help out, just a little longer and he’s.

Upset at being left behind by the others, by being stuck on Tatooine for another year. Needs time to cool down before he says something he knows he’ll regret, and Peli’s good enough not to pry.

They end up playing sabacc, Peli cackling as she cheats her way to victory - Luke pauses his story to give the others this 0:D smile when he tells them she’s the one who taught him how to cheat at sabacc and not get caught at it, but anyway, they want to hear the rest of his story, right?

Peli gets a call from a supplier, something about a parts dleivery being delayed - Imperial interference or some such - and she leaves to go take care of it, annoyed because she was about to clean Luke out and leave him destitute when it comes to nuts and bolts, and then it’s Luke and the guy.

Who’s giving him this look right - well, Luke assumes, because helmet but he’s not telling Han and the others that bit, and anyway.

It’s still kind of early as these things go and Luke’s feeling a little more reckless than usual, and invites the guy for a hand or two if he doesn’t have anything else to do.

He’s not really expecting the guy to say yes, but he does and it’s not so bad, really? Guy must be in a good mood because he answers more of Luke’s questions or offers tidbits about himself without being asked. Doesn’t even glare at the pit droids when they creep a little closer.

Little guys love Luke, you know, but this guy obviously doesn’t like droids so they usual stay clear, but this this time their curiosity gets the better of them.

So they play a couple of hands of sabacc,and the guy knows, okay, clearly, obviously knows Luke is cheating the whole time. Hell, Luke’s not even trying all that hard to hide it, but he doesn’t say anything about it.

Gives Luke a look a few times, but they keep playing and they each win a hand.

Luke’s in a better mood by the time they decide that’s enough for the day, offers to buy the guy dinner, even.

(But becuase Din, and helmet, that’s a little awkward, y’know?)

Gets a no, because the guy has rations or whatever in his ship and Luke figures hey, okay, no problem and figures he’s good to go home now. Apologize to Uncle Owen and Aunt Beru and such because he does get it, just.

Yeah.

He doesn’t see the guy around for a few more months, and when he does -

“You need to see a doctor.”

Because the blood. So much blood?

Also a vibroknife, and it’s just.

Messy.

But the guy is like no, no doctor and Luke is like you are going to die if you don’t see one but still the no doctor thing, and Luke drags him to this place he knows. Sketchy part of Mos Eisley - sketchy-er part- and knocks on a door.

This lady he knows, used to be a doctor way before. Used to be with the Galactic Navy, served on a Venator-class star destroyer before things changed, she says.

Anyway, she has a soft spot for Luke after he helped haggle a shopkeeper down on some supplies she was trying to buy this one time.

(Patched him up once or twice too, accident at the hangar or taking the wrong shortcut, that kind of thing. Didn’t want to worry his family, and anyway, Mos Eisley, right? Things happen.)

She’s surprised to see him this late at night - or not, because, again, Mos Eisley - and freezes when she sees who he has with him.

It occurs to Luke, when he sees the look on her face that hey, maybe there’s a reason someone like her is living in a bad part of Mos Eisley, and maybe people like this guy who’s been bleeding on Luke for the last however long might be one of them, but.

She was a doctor and that meant somthing once upon a time, and also the look on Luke’s face, the way he swears nothing will happen to her even though they both kind of know there’s no way he could keep that promise if his...friend is determined, but anyway.

Doesn’t matter all that much since the guy passed out before Luke got to her place, and he stays under the whole time they’re working on him.

Luke helps her patch the guy up, another pair of steady hands and they manage to save his life, which is great!

Luke apologizes for not thinking when he went to her place, but the blood and worry and she was the only one he could think of, and anyway.

She tells him not to worry about it, someone would have found her sooner or later anyway, and hey, really, don’t worry about it.

Still, better safe than sorry and Luke gets the guy back to the hangar before he wakes up. Gets him into the bunk on his ship and then, because he’s covered in the guy’s blood and it’s late as hell, decides to call home to let them know he’s got another long night - last minute job that came in and he’ll be back to help with the farm in teh morning.

And then!

Peli’s out of town, off-planet, business or whatever, and Luke’s the only one at the hangar and wakes up to the guy standing over him.

No blaster in his hand but Luke gets the feeling he doesn’t need one, and anyway.

“I said no doctors.”

Which, okay.

Luke recognizes he’s in a dangerous situation, but also?

It’s early as hell, and he didn’t get a lot of sleep the night before what with saving the guy’s life and Luke’s pretty sure he didn’t get all of his blood out from under his nails.

“They’re not anymore,” he says, and puts his arm over his eyes to block out the light. Figures if the guy’s going not going to kill him for saving his life he might as well get more sleep.

He hear this little huff, annoyance? Something, but he’s tired and falls asleep before he can figure it out.

(And the part Luke doesn’t tell Han and the others who are all just. Staring at Luke because what the actual hell, Skywalker, they thought you were some dumb kid living on a moisture farm, not...whatever the hell this story is turning out to be, is that he tells the guy - they didn’t take his helmet off, that no one saw his face.)

Anyway, Luke doesn’t get murdered on Peli’s office couch, but he does get more sleep. When he wakes up the guy and his ship are gone, but one of the pit droids gives Luke a little stack of credits. Enough to cover the medical supplies Luke’s not-doctor friend used on him, and figures it’s as close to a thanks as he’s likely to get.

In present day hangar on Hoth everyone is still staring at Luke who is like what, none of you guys had experiences like that growing up where some guy bled all over you and then kind of threatened to kill you for helping him? Weird.

Han makes a mental note to have a talk with Leia - when she’s talking to Han again - about their idiot friend who is either the luckiest bastard in the galaxy or...hell if Han knows, but someone needs to keep an eye on the kid, okay?

But back to pre-Star Wars Luke and his ~sweetheart story.

He doesn’t see the guy again for a while, but this time he does the guy comes over to where Luke’s working on his speeder at the back of Peli’s hangar. It’s been acting up and he has this deal with her where she lets him use the hangar tools and equipment if he pays for any supplies he uses in the process.

Business has been slow, Imperial activity in the area for some reason and scaring their usual customers away for the time being, and anyway.

Nothing else to work on, so tinkering with the speeder when a shadow falls over him and he looks up to see the guy watching him.

Awkward about it too, and Luke watches him totally not fidgeting before he rolls his eyes and flaps a hand to the toolbox just out of reach.

“Hand me the hydrospanner, would you?”

He’s half expecting the guy to walk off in a huff, but is pleasantly surprised when he sets the hydrospanner in Luke’s waiting hand.

Luke thanks him and goes back to work, and realizes after a bit that the guy is still standing there??? Seems less awkard now, though, and Luke slides out from under the speeper - has it up on a lift or the whatnot - and looks at the guy.

Tells him it’s nice to see him, especially when he’s not bleeding - “Wait, you aren’t bleeding, right?” HArd to tell with the armor and such - which makes the guy sigh.

Luke grins, and the guy sits on one of the crates nearby as Luke goes back to fixing the speeder. Occasionally Luke will ask for a tool and the guy will hand it to him.

Luke chats with him while he’s working, gets some answers back and it’s just.

A nice time, you know?

And then when he’s done and the speeder is back up and running, well. Luke needs to take it for a test drive, little spin, and if the guy’s not doing anything it might be nice to have some company???

Wedge and the others are like OH? GOING FOR A DRIVE WITH YOUR SWEETHEART? TELL US MORE.

But, like. Nothing happens, okay? They go for that drive, Luke shows off a little because he was a dumb - dumber - kid back then and anyway, anyway.

It’s not until they’re back in Mos Eisley and Luke drops the guy off at his ship, parked in a hangar down the way, that anything happens, you know?

The suns are going down and it’s pretty out, hardly anyone on the street with them and, almost enough to make them forget about being in Mos Eisley.

Luke’s leaning against the speeder, right, and the guy’s watching Luke watch him, and he cocks his head a certain way and Luke follows him into the hangar and nothing happens, okay, really.

Just some talking, the guy getting ready to leave in the morning and some stuff he ordered got dropped off. Luke helps him load his ship, and when they’re done it’s starting to get dark out, and Luke really should head home -

But the guy stops him, and on his arm and some of that awkwardness is back, and Luke is just.

Doesn’t know what to expect, because usually this is where a kiss might happen, but - the armor the others don’t know about because shhhh, no talk of Mandalorians when Han’s around -

Luke is just standing there, not sure what to do, and then the guy leans down, presses his forehead against Luke’s and says, “Din,”

Luke is like !!! because this is clearly something important, something big, and he doesn’t want to ruin the moment, mess things up. Is about to ask, but the guy beats him to it.

“My name,” he says, like this is something he hasn’t told many people. “Din.”

No last name, but Luke figures even this much is a big, big deal, especially since they don’t even really know one another, and anyway, it doesn’t matter, so.

They stay like that a little longer - Luke doesn’t know what they’re doing, this thing with Din, but it’s nice and he likes it - and then one of the hangar mechanics comes stumbling in, drunk as hell and Luke and Din break apart, all awkward and flustered.

Luke says he has to get home, Din says he should get some sleep since he’s leaving early the next morning, and anyway, anyway, that’s Luke’s sweetheart from home story.

Because, you know, because.

Uncle Owen got a couple of droids the day after that and Luke’s life stopped being his for a long, long time.

Han and Wedge and the others look at Luke because what even was that story? Everyone else had the schoolyard crushes and the like. Luke gets the mysterious drifter who almost died, but then Luke saved him by taking him to a former doctor who was on the run and hiding out in Mos Eisley and almost got murderized for it -

“Guys, he wasn’t going to kill me,” Luke says, which while true is nowhere near the point, Skywalker, just shut up for a second, okay?

- and then he gets the scenic drive and romantic kiss goodbye to someone he never sees again???

(They all agree not to mention the part where Luke’s family was murdered and the whatnot because yikes, but still. What was that story?)

Luke is just, “Tatooine,” which is as good an explanation as anything else he could have given them really.

AND THEN.

Fast forward a few years to this distress call through the Force fro a tiny green gremlin kid that Luke answers.

Has to go through a platoon of Dark Troopers to do it, and when he does -

He doesn’t expect Din to remember him, not really, because what’s one dumb kid on some terrible desert planet to someone like him who probably stopped on a hundred other planets with other dumb kids like Luke around, so.

Still, knowing it’s Din and seeing what he’s willing to do for Grogu - what he has done, when Grogu shares his memories of his adventures with Din and what Din tells him himself - makes it easier to invite him to come with Luke and Grogu.

(Always the plan to do so because he doesn’t want to repeat the mistakes of the old Jedi order, but it being Din is so much better.)

Go back to Yavin or wherever he’s starting his school and Din is all awkward around Luke?

At first he thinks Din does remember him, and overall awkwardness of their past and present and anyway, he’s obviously not going to say anything and doesn’t want to? So just move on and such.

Only thing is, with Din living there with Luke and Grogu, Luke gets the chance to get to know him better? And Din is obiously trying, for Grogu’s sake, probably, Luke doesn’t know.

It’s still Din, though, awkward and a little stilted and just.

Adorable, really. Sweet about it.

Nothing really happens other than the awkwardness going away after a while, Din looking a little more comfortable around Luke and such.

And then the speeder they use to get to the small town a few miles away for food and supplies and the whatnot breaks down and Luke sets about fixing it, back of the little workshop area he as set up and it takes him a while to realize Din came out to see what he was doing, and then just never left?

Sitting there on some cargo crates, Grogu dozing in his arms because it’s early yet, but when Luke glances over at them Din shrugs, Smile in his voice as he tells Luke that Grogu woke up when Din was getting ready and refused to be left behind, and now here they are.

Luke snorts, and looks around for the hyrdospanner -

- and Din puts in his hand.

And where it should be a nice, normal little gesture, Din has to go and make it all meaningful, you know?

Hands Luke the hydrospanner, but their hands brush, touch lingering and Din is looking at him.

It’s been years, but Luke still remembers how to read Din’s body language, the tilt of his head, way he holds himself. Subtle things, an anyway.

Din watches Luke work, and Grogu wakes up somewhere in there taking over Din’s job of handing Luke tools and the whatnot, but that’s fine with Din because now he gets to watch the two of them, right?

Luke explaining what he’s doing, what’s wrong with the speeder and what he’s doing to fix it and such. Grogu follows maybe half of what he says, not all that interested, but he’s thrilled at the chance to help and that’s the important part.

And then when he’s done and the speeder is back up and running, well. Luke needs to take it for a test drive, little spin, and if Din’s not doing anything it might be nice to have some company???

(Not that Luke has called him by his name or anything since they met again on Gideon’s ship, didn’t think Din remembered him or that he was welcome to use it, and anyway, Yes)

There’s only the one sun this time, and it’s jungle rather than desert, but Luke still knows a nice little road they can take. Scenic, lovely, and Din gives him another one of those looks because he remembers this, okay.

Luke grins, because this is...it’s nice, really, and then Grogu pops up, super delighted because Luke is still kind of terrifying behind the wheel of a vehicle. Incredible driver/pilot and all? But still terrifying, because of those things.

They get back to the school, Luke pulling up in front of the school. Leans against the speeder watching Din and Grogu get out, Grogu thrilled out of his little mind because they went so fast and it was amazing and they watch as Grogu goes inside still chattering to himself becuase so cool.

Din looks at Luke, who’s still leaning against the speeder, soft little smile on his face because it’s been a good day.

And then Din cocks his head in a certain way and Luke follows him inside, because what else is he supposed to do?

They can hear Grogu somewhere in the little apartment Din shares with him, happy as anything and entertaining himself and anyway.

“Hey, hi,” Luke says, like an idiot, but that’s fine, it’s great.

Din’s kind of an idiot too, it works for them.

There’s some talking, and Grogu wanders in, clearly hungry and no choice but to make dinner and so on. Luke and Din moving around one another comfortably, don’t really think too much of it, and Grogu helps where he can, also snags little bits of food here and there and is all 0:D? when they shoot him looks, because clearly he’s done nothing wrong his whole life.

Grogu starts nodding off after dinner, and Luke cleans up while Din puts him to sleep, and then it’s finally Din’s turn to do the leaning.

Leans on the counter watching Luke who gives Din a look, like what are you doing, there are dishes to put away -

And then Din stops the whole leaning thing, at least for now, because he’s doing the thing where he presses his forehead against Luke’s, and it’s -

Luke knows what this is now, what it means to Mandalorians, to Din.

And if he still didn’t, there’s no misunderstanding the emotion in the way Din says Luke’s name, like hey, hello, and i’ve missed you so much, and there you are, i found you.

Which should be strange, right, because they barely even knew each other back then, but Luke says the same things to Din when he says his name, when Din hears Luke say his name for the first time, and anyway.

Luke’s not some dumb kid anymore (still dumb, according to Leia and Han and everyone else in Luke’s life, just not a kid), and Din’s not the same man he used to be.

And anyway, this is better isn’t it? All that time to find out who they were, live a lifetime of experiences with everything the galaxy threw at them only to meet once another again afterward? Learn who they’ve become since Tatooine, settled in their skins and anyway.

Not bad for a second date.

Han and Wedge absolutely lose their shit when they meet Din and realize why Luke’s story about his sweetheart from home was a little weird in places? Spots where Luke had to talk around the armor and fact Din’s Mandalorian and just.

Also the bit where Luke was all casual about the almost being murderized for saving Din’s life

“Guys, he wasn’t going to kill me, how many times do I have to tell you that?”

And Din is like. “...what? You thought I was going to kill you?”

“No!”

“Well we did!”

And anyway.

Yeah.

Leia, who has also heard Luke’s sweetheart from home story - it took them a long time to find Han after Cloud City, and there were nights where none of them could sleep and nightmares were plentiful and anyway, she’s heard the story - takes one look at Din and Luke and how happy her idiot of a brother is, and is just.

Finally, someone who makes her brother look like that.

(Happy. Din makes Luke happy.)

#star wars nonsense #dinluke #this really got away from me huh?#wow #technically not a fic #vagrant fic #long post #for reals though #/o\#sweethearts

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kitsun3imp0ster · 3 years ago

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MADNESS COMBAT INCORRECT QUOTES

Deimos: Ducks are better than rabbits. Tricky: What? Rabbits are adorable. Have you ever been in a fight with a duck? Ducks are jerks. Hank: Duck is delicious! Rabbit is all gamey. Tricky: We’re not talking about flavour, Hank! Hank: Flavour counts! Tricky: Who carries around a duck’s foot for good luck? Anyone? Sanford: You wrap yourself in a comforter stuffed with rabbit hair. I’ll wrap myself in a comforter stuffed with duck feathers! Who’s cozier? Tricky: Okay, but- Sanford: NO, NO, NO, NO. WHO’S COZIER? Hank: Then why don’t we take a rabbit, a duck, stick ‘em in a cardboard box and let them fight it out! Tricky: BECAUSE IT’S ILLEGAL, HANK! Hank: ONLY IF WE BET ON IT, TRICKY! Deimos: I- Jesus-

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2BDamned: I'd roast you, but my mom says you can't burn trash. 2BDamned: *slow-mo walks out of the room*

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2BDamned: Big day today, Deimos. *holds up two shirts* Mustard stain or ketchup stain? Deimos: Mustard– looks less like blood.

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Sanford: If you get in trouble, I'm gonna be like... a lawyer to you. Ok? Hank: Okay. *later* 2BDamned: Hank! Sit down on the chair, you're in trouble. Sanford, whispering: Deny everything. Hank, loudly: That isn't a chair.

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The Auditor: I'm not a morning person. I'm barely even a person.

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Tricky: I am not a whore, and, not that I’ve done the math, but, if I were, I’d be the super classy kind that gets flown to Dubai to stay in an underwater hotel.

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Sanford: You know my motto: carpe diem, carpe noctem, carpe coles. Hank: Seize the day, seize the night, what’s the last one? Sanford: Seize the dick.

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Tricky: If you don't stop talking, I'm going to jump out of that window. Jebus: ...We're on the ground floor. Tricky: I know but I want a dramatic exit.

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Hank: God has let me live another day and I'm going to make it everyone's problem.

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Deimos: Ah, Hello again. We really need to stop meeting like this. 2BDamned: Maybe we would, if you would sTOP BREAKING INTO MY FUCKING HOUSE!!!

#madness combat #madness combat tricky #sanford #deimos #hank j. wimbleton #2bdamned #the auditor #jebus #shitpost #incorrect quotes

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houseof-lamentation · 3 years ago

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dance lessons

pairing: asmodeus/male mc

word count: 1544

warnings: none! established mc.

(ps the songs i imagine they're dancing to are the second waltz op. 99a by dmitri shostakovich and then flightless bird, american mouth by iron & wine)

“Okay, put this hand here,” Asmodeus guided Matty’s to his shoulder, “I’m going to lead first, alright? And then once you get the hang of following, we’ll switch and I’ll teach you to lead.”

“Do you guys seriously waltz? Like, this is a real ball?” Matty asked, trying to stay still when Asmodeus put a hand on his hip. “That's old school.”

“It's classy,” Asmodeus corrected, giving Matty a teasing little smile. “Okay. Right now, you can look down at our feet, but once you really start waltzing, you have to look your partner in the eye. Don't worry, no one will make you do a travelling waltz.”

Matty nodded and was thankful to take his gaze off of Asmodeus, instead watching their feet as the demon both explained and demonstrated the steps to a waltz. He mumbled an apology every time he stepped on Asmo’s feet and he imagined he’d die of embarrassment if he had to look the demon in the eye. Asmodeus was surprisingly pleasant about it, laughing and brushing off Matty’s every mistake, encouraging him and, eventually, he managed to get Matty waltzing. It took a lot of effort, but Asmodeus had done it.

The music playing from his phone filled the room, upbeat and warm, urging on every step. Asmodeus had to keep reminding Matty to move with the tempo of the song since the human kept moving too quickly or too slowly. In his defense, having Asmodeus so close to him was distracting. The waltz that was playing was bright and twinkling, apparently from some Devildom composer, considering it had a quality about it that Matty only ever heard in demon music. It wasn't bad, it just sounded inhuman.

The song came to an end as they slowed down, or perhaps they slowed down because it came to an end; Matty couldn't tell. His head was spinning from being so close to Asmodeus, from dancing like that, from the music and the steps. Matty backed up to lean against the wall, his back to it and his hands on his knees to brace himself. Asmodeus trailed over to the dresser where his D.D.D. was, pausing the next song just a note or two in.

“What do you think?” Asmodeus asked. He didnt need a breather, like Matty did. He still looked so flawless and pristine, a small smile on his face as his eyes stuck to Matty.

“That's so much work. Why can't you just slow dance?” Matty asked, only partially joking.

“We do that, too,” Asmo nearly giggled, then paused as Matty stood up, “Look at your face, cutie. You don’t know how to slow dance either?”

“I’ve never danced at all before,” Matty admitted. He tore his eyes off of Asmodeus, instead brushing something that wasn't there off his pants, “Not with a partner, anyway. Not an actual dance.”

Asmodeus gingerly pulled Matty against him, arm around his waist, noses nearly touching. “That's okay,” he said softly, as though his voice might startle Matty, “I’ll be your partner now. We’ll dance every way we can until the moon disappears.”

Matty blinked, and then gave a small nod, eyes staring into Asmo's bright, warm eyes. He couldn't tell if Asmodeus was making an innuendo or not, but experience told him it was likely. How embarrassing. Matty chose to ignore it, as well as the pounding of his heart. “You can't get upset if I step on your foot again,” he mumbled. Asmodeus laughed brightly and started to sway back and forth gently, though he had paused the music.

“I don’t care, so long as you don't ruin my shoes,” Asmo hummed, “How should we do this, sweetie? How close do you want to be?”

“To you?” Matty made a noise between a scoff and a laugh and then shrugged, “Aren't I pretty close already?”

Asmodeus put one hand on the side of Matty’s face, rubbing his cheek, “You're so cute,” he murmured, “Put your head against my shoulder like you're listening to my heart, won't you?”

Matty looked at him for a moment. Asmodeus stepped away to pick up his D.D.D. and start another song, this one the type of cheesy slow song that Matty routinely avoided at dancing functions. Not that he didn't want to slow dance, of course he did. He really, truly did, but he refused to admit he wanted it, and he refused to swallow his pride and ask anyone to dance. And thus, the opportunity never arose.

“Do you want to?” Asmodeus asked, hands readily poised to step into the dance, to hold Matty just so. Matty looked away from Asmodeus and nodded. At least Asmo would lead. At least Asmo was forward. Everything Matty wanted Asmodeus would offer; all he had to do was say yes.

Matty let himself be wrapped in Asmo’s arms again. He rested his head against Asmo’s chest, like he was told to, and it felt right to close his eyes. He didn't, not for long, he didn't want to look stupid or cliche, as if there was anyone else in Asmodeus’s room that would judge him. The demon directed Matty on where to put his hands, how to hold Asmodeus, and just as the song picked up, they started to fall into a soothing rhythm of dance.

Swaying and rocking, back and forth, Asmo’s warmth and perfume enveloping Matty as he closed his eyes in bliss. He could hear the soft bumping of Asmo’s heart, which managed to thump in time with the music, with their steps and sways.

“You wanted this so badly,” Asmodeus whispered, soft and careful, the way one addresses an old wound that never healed. “For so long, you wanted this, with all of your heart.”

“Says who?” Matty swallowed, opening his eyes. He could feel the concern on his face, the way his brows knit together and his mouth turned down.

“Your heart,” Asmodeus said almost mournfully. Matty sighed. He wanted to stop. He wanted to break away and sit down and brush the situation off as awkward and simply refuse to dance at Diavolo’s stupid ball, but Asmodeus was so warm. He was so sweet. Matty didn't want to stop being held. If he left now, was there any guarantee he would ever have the chance to dance like this again?

And what was worse, Asmodeus was right. Slow dancing with him was a dream come true for Matty, and he wouldn’t admit it. He couldn't. He had spent so long telling himself that he didn't want it or didn't deserve it or that it would be stupid for him to want, he had spent so long denying it, it felt like a crime to actually have. That didn't mean he didn't want it still. That didn't mean that Matty didn’t desperately wish for it. That didn't mean he didn't fantasise about it and plan how it would go in his head, no matter how unrealistic it seemed.

Asmodeus continued, “I can see your every desire, hon. I can feel it. I can feel how badly you wanted this, at every wedding, at prom, at parties,” the demon sighed, as though they were his own painful choices, “It’s okay. I have you now, and you're mine, and I’ll give you whatever you want, sweetie, I’ll give you every dance.”

“Asmo,” Matty started, and then stopped, lifting his head off of the demon’s shoulder just to hide his face in it. “Stop. You’re making me sound pathetic.”

“It is not pathetic,” Asmodeus promised him, hand rubbing up and down his back to soothe him, “It’s human. You wanted this, you wanted it so, so badly, and I can give it to you now. Please let me give it to you.”

“I’m still dancing, aren't I?” Matty’s voice was muffled by Asmo’s sweater, and when the demon laughed, it shook through Matty, too. It was good to hear, since Matty felt like he’d cry after having his own soul bared to him.

“Right,” Asmo nodded. He nuzzled his face into Matty’s neck and whispered, “I’ll give it all to you. Everything. You deserve it.”

Matty took a deep, shaky breath and then gave his lover a small nod. “Just… Just dance with me. Just hold me and sway and that’s it. Just for now.”

“Of course,” Asmodeus kissed the side of Matty’s head and then reached to turn the music up. “Of course, my sweetie.”

They swayed. Asmodeus held his human. He pretended not to notice when he felt tears wet his shirt, or how Matty’s shoulders shook with every quiet sob. He stroked the human’s hair, toying with blond curls, shushing him and kissing the side of his head.

“It’s okay,” Asmodeus whispered, “I've got you now. I’ve got you, Matty. I’ll give you everything.”

Matty hated crying in front of people. He hated how nice Asmo was being. He hated how pathetic he was. He hated slow songs and he hated slow dancing, and yet there was nothing else he wanted that badly. He loved the dance. He loved the music. He loved being held, he loved the motion. All of it.

He loved Asmodeus. And he believed, for the first time, that Asmodeus loved him.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me asmodeus #asmodeus x male mc #obey me male mc #obey me mc #oc: matty #mc posting #mc x asmodeus #don't tell me if there are errors here i do not care enough to fix it #if you recognise the second song i mention don't say anything. don't you fucking dare #yes i know what movie it's in. i KNOW. don't make me think about it and don't alert other people #it's our embarrassing little secret now #house word salad

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tigre-edi-rawr · 3 years ago

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the too good to be true sol y viento experience

The adventure began with a simple tricycle ride. I recall stopping by a liquor store to get Alfonso Platinum since you wanted to drink that night. I knew that place; I was intrigued by it before because it appeared classy, and it was the first time I went inside. Then, we got back on the road. Things were a little awkward, but we shared waves of laughter and stories. It was okay until you said, "papatong ko kamay ko ha." You placed your hand on my thigh and then continued speaking to me. I'm not sure if I'm listening or drowning in my emotions at the time, kinikilig ako pota.

We arrived at Pansol, near Sol Y Viento. Parang titirik pa yung tricycle kasi sobrang taas noong kalsada kaya we decided to take a walk, mini trekking. Ramdam ko na inaalalayan mo ako noon habang naglalakad pataas. It was moving. Then we had to walk once more. The road was dark, but there was just enough light to see your face. I noticed our hands lightly touching as we walked. I was taken aback when you first took my hand in yours. Then I let go of your hands, but you didn't stop there and placed your arm over my shoulders. I was smiling and enjoying that moment until I saw kuya (the tricycle driver). Tanda ko, nagbibiro ka pa kung paanong iniilawan lang tayo at kinakawayan ni kuya eh hindi na nga tayo sinakay kahit hindi naman na masyadong matarik yung daan tapos natawa lang tayo.

They asked for our vaccination card in the lobby, the most awkward moment of the trip, but since I hadn't been vaccinated yet, we rehearsed beforehand that if they asked for my vax card, we'd tell them that I had forgotten to bring mine. That went smoothly until... they asked us to fill out some paperwork, and as I was writing, I realized I needed to put my relationship to you; I couldn't think of anything to write, so I softly laughed and handed it to you, and you wrote "girlfriend." Then, we went to our room upstairs.

I can't stop staring at you most of the time, even when you're doing random things or saying irrelevant things. I admired how you did the majority of the work. You took care of all of our belongings, arranging and relocating them to their proper locations. You even took care of my food, hindi ka pumayag na hindi mo ako ipaghihimay ng fried chicken kasi sabi mo nahihirapan ako at gusto mong ginagawa mo 'yon kasi baby mo ako. I can't find anything to contradict or argue with everything you said. I remember thinking, "Are you even real?" I can't even talk because I'm mesmerized. It's as if you're a figment of my imagination, and I'm making all of this up.

And can you believe it? Our first argument was just because you don't believe in "PASMA," because I told you to take off your socks so your feet could breathe. I can't fight for my point of view because there is no actual proof or study that it exists. Then, that ended, well... you winning, of course. I remember how happy you were to win that argument, and how you brag about it with all those silly smiles. That little drinking sesh with you was so mature that you can't stand me staring at you kasi kinikilig ka sabi mo. Diba? Super mature haha.

You asked me if I wanted to swim that night, I happily agreed. Before we went swimming, we stood up, there was some music, and I remember you walked near me and thought you wanted us to dance then I laughed as I told you that... that's when you took my hand, and we slowed dance. It was so romantic, as I lay my head in your chest, I forgot it was our first day of meeting. It's like I've known you my whole life... you felt like home.

The swimming was fun, we're playing a little, teasing, random conversations, you were all clingy. But I know you're looking at my boobs hahahahahaha duh!

After that, we're joking about taking a shower together. You agreed, but I thought we were just fooling around until... you joined my shower hahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha ikennat!!!! That was our first shower together. But of course, lights off!!!! Epic fail pa yung shower, sobrang hina for two persons. But yeah, it was intense. Lalo pa when you said "can I kiss you?" LIKE DAAAAAAAAAAAMN!!! THIS MAN!!!! But I gave you permission, and you were looking for my face because it was too dark. When you found my face, your hands was holding my cheeks then.... your lips touched mine, all I can say is "putangina ang lambot" we're laughing because you said "hindi ko maramdaman labi mo" then we kissed again and again. That was our first peck kiss. Speed? Yes, speed. But walang halong libog yung shower na yon, walang malalaswang hawak. It was funny and pure. It made me blush, I think. You let me wear your white t-shirt and boxer shorts, the most comfortable thing to wear ughhhhh. And we ate dinner.

A MOMENT OF SILENCE FOR THE SPG MOMENTS.....

After dinner, I thought we're going to drink again but you decided to rest na upstairs. I brushed my teeth, ehem, baka mag-kiss. We were talking all night, I can't recall all the conversations but I remember us laughing and being so clingy especially you. We were both tired that day but I can see in you that you don't want to sleep and waste the time we're together. We're so happy, I hope you remember that too. We're just happy and we said "para lang tayong mag-asawa na nagbabakasyon." Then you asked "sakin ka nalang kaya?" and I said "sige," it was just like that. First meet, we agreed to become girlfriend-boyfriend. You were so happy you can't help yourself, you hugged me so tight, you're smiling ears-to-ears. You didn't believe it at first, you asked me numerous times. We were just talking and I don't know what happened next.... it was fast, the next thing I know, we're making love. SOBRANG NAKAKAHIYA! Kasi maybe I was too excited, or idk, but I was too wet. I thought the condom leaked because I can feel it dripping, when we checked, it was me pala huhu so embarrassing!!!! Maybe yours is too big, or I was feeling it because you're so gentle, so pure that time. I've never had that before. I can feel the love, I can actually say it's making love because I felt it. Then it ended, second round no more because I was too ashamed. You're so worried that I didn't enjoy it, or if I want more or something. You want me to be vocal but I can't think, I'm not used to having my partner wanting to communicate about that kind of thing. Sanay akong kapag tapos na yung partner ko, tapos na. Like, walang communication or compromises para matapos rin ako every time. So, yeah. That was a disaster, on my part. Then we talked lang, and fell asleep after. I remember one time, I went downstairs to pee, and I saw you sleeping pag-akyat ko... at ewan ko ba, bigla nalang kitang tinalunan sa kama, niyakap kita ng mahigpit. We're laughing.

When I woke up the next morning, I saw you staring at me, my initial reaction was "what the fuck, weirdo" haha, so I moved and face the other side of the bed and went back to sleep. But you greeted me with good morning kisses and hugs. Maybe you remember me teasing you to do that when we wake up, but yeah, still feels nice. We had our breakfast, and I remember being astonished when you said "pwede bang sakaniya may yelo" because you remember I like iced coffee. That melted my heart!

After the breakfast, we went back to bed and we enjoyed the remaining time we have. Then, we went home, and I remember I'm crying. Unang beses sa buong buhay ko na hindi ko mapigilang umiyak sa sobrang saya ko, literal na natawa ako habang naiyak. That's how happy I am, that's how happy you made me feel. I can't thank you enough for that. I'll always be grateful.

compilation of all pictures you took because you wanted to capture our memories

#romance

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mortedeveles · 4 years ago

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Loving Gestures. [POC WEEK]

Summary: After a tiring and painfully long week, you're ready to stretch and relax for the weekend. But ending your week on a sour note puts you into a foul mood. Luckily, your loving and affectionate girlfriend Yaoyorozu is more than ready to brighten your mood with the few tricks she has up her sleeves.

Pairing: Momo Yaoyorozu x hispanic!gn!reader

Themes: slight angst, comfort, some smooching and cuddles. [ONE-SHOT] [POC WEEK]

TW: nothing? slight cursing

a/n: this is another of my additions to the writing event POC Week, which you can find HERE! please make sure to check out my friends and support their works <3

did some research, wanted to include a snack that’s inclusive with all hispanics. if the snack i included doesn’t apply to your country or you have a comment, please let me know.

i couldn’t find a way to keep momo’s original skin color, so i’m just going to roll with the banner like this. as always, please leave a like, reblog, follow and/or comment if you enjoyed! the feedback is greatly appreciated <3

(banner is made by ME, do NOT repost or use without my permission!)

''Good morning, class 1A!'' Iida announced as all the class sat down. Some of them responded cheerily, while others grumbled; trying to rub the sleep out of their eyes.

'''Morning, love,'' your loving girlfriend said. You forced a smile on your lips as she pressed a tender kiss on your cheek and took a seat next to you.

''Morning,'' you replied softly. Momo smiled and stared at you, seemingly in the mood to chat but frankly, you weren’t. Today wasn't your day so far; you had stayed up late studying for your upcoming tests, arrived late to your first class, and spilled coffee on your bed. But thankfully, it was Friday. You could make it to the weekend, just one more day and the tiring school week would be over. The words were repeated in your mind over and over, hoping to provide some relief. But the only thing they did was wear you down.

Momo frowned when she noticed your weary eyes and tense posture. She pressed a hand on your back and you flinched, eyes widening. While the two of you had been in a relationship for a couple of weeks, it was new and tender; the physical contact you shared with Momo was on rare occasions. The fact that she was initiating physical contact in public with you was… shocking.

''Mo-momo?!'' You nearly shrieked but managed to keep your voice low, fearing to catch the attention of others. She frowned and began to rub her soft palm across your tense back in circles. You didn't want to admit it, but you relaxed under her touch.

''You seem to be very distressed and tired, Y/N,'' she explained, her eyes focused on your back. ''I don't know why, but I hope this gesture will help you relax.''

''Um...'' You felt your face warm as a hearth but slowly nodded. ''Tha-thank you, Momo...''

She met your eyes with a kind smile and nodded; her smile was so warm and beautiful you might've well combusted.

''Of course, Y/N. Anything for you.'' Well, shit. There went your heart, which nearly burst with Momo's attention.

''Th-thanks...''

Her touch soothed you enough to focus on the first class, but your exhaustion and lack of sleep began to catch up on you as the day stretched forward. Your movements were slow and sluggish and you'd find yourself forcing your eyes open several times.

Yaoyorozu noticed your exhaustion throughout the day. During lunch, as she sat with you, an idea began to brew in her head.

''Love?'' She murmured. Your head was squished against the table and your lunch had been long forgotten. Momo softly tapped your shoulder and spoke again.

''Y/N...?'' She whispered in a hushed voice. Jirou and Tooru watched the scene and giggled quietly.

When she heard soft snores vibrate throughout your body, a soft smile spread across her lips.

''Mmmm...'' You groaned in your sleep. The three girls giggled quietly.

''She must be tired,'' the invisible girl commented. Momo nodded in agreement.

''Indeed,'' Momo murmured. ''Y/N should rest, so don’t wake her up.''

''What about her lunch?'' Jirou furrowed her eyebrows.

The ponytail girl sighed. She softly petted your back before noticing there were goosebumps on your skin and you were slightly shivering. You were cold. She quickly took off her blazer and draped it on your figure with a satisfied smile.

''...Yayorozu?'' Said girl nearly jumped out of the seat. She quickly met Jirou's gaze and smiled nervously.

''Yes?''

The short-haired girl snickered. ''You didn't answer my question. What about L/N's lunch?''

''Oh...'' She frowned. ''No worries, we don't have any physical training after lunch today. I'll give her some snacks and treat her to something after school since it's partially my fault for not waking her up.''

Jirou and Tooru giggled and Momo's face felt warm. ''My my,'' Jirou smirked. ''You're so considerate of L/N's health, though it's not surprising. After all, you are L/N's girlfriend.''

''How romantic!'' Tooru cooed.

Momo stammered for a couple of seconds before clearing her throat. ''Please don’t make a fuss out of this, Jirou. Helping Y/N out isn’t a problem for me.’’

The two girls giggled and murmured, but all Momo could focus on was your sleeping face; even though you were unconscious, your eyebrows were scrunched together and she could see the exhaustion displayed in your face. Momo would make sure to help you relax after school.

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After you had woken up, you opted to staying silent and nodding along with whatever Momo said. The half an hour that you slept had helped you greatly, but the sleepiness and weariness hadn't left your body just yet.

''Alright, class,'' Aizawa began to slide into his sleeping bag. ''You have this period to complete your mathematics homework-,'' the class groaned. ''-and no, I won't hear it. Yes, it's a difficult task, but you will only face harder in the future. The assignment is due next Monday, so get to work.''

Everyone murmured but eventually cooperated. Students pulled out notebooks, binders and seats screeched in the classroom as they shifted directions.

Your teacher groaned lowly and once he zipped himself up in the sleeping bag, fell to the ground. Your hooded eyes watched the movement in the class, too tired and weary to participate.

''-/N...? What do you think?'' Momo looked at you and frowned. All you could think about was taking a nap, again.

''I’m sorry,'' you murmured sleepily and rubbed your eyes. ''What did you say?''

''I was wondering if it was fine if I took you...somewhere after school?''

You hummed and furrowed your eyebrows. ''Will be there food?'' Momo laughed and a smile crept on your lips. She was beautiful; from how her eyes would gently flutter and when her lips curled into a smile and moments like these made you realize how lucky you were to be Momo’s partner.

''Of course, Y/N.'' You quietly cheered and leaned back into your seat.

''Then I'm all in.''

Momo smiled and your heart stuttered. ''Very well, Y/N. I promise you'll enjoy it.''

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Once the school bell rung, the two of you raced out of the school and awaited for Momo’s driver, The moment you had slipped into the luxurious car with your girlfriend, you had fallen asleep. Momo didn't mind, as the drive to the mall would take a while and she wanted you to rest as much as possible.

Your brief but pleasing slumber shortly came to an end when a soft voice lulled you awake and hands gently shook your shoulders.

''Y/N? Love? We're here.''

''Hm?'' You groaned and slowly sat up. ''What's happening?'' Your eyes slowly blinked as they adjusted to their surroundings.

Momo laughed and clasped her hand around yours. ''We arrived at the place I was telling you about. Come along, let's not waste any precious time.''

You smiled and followed her out of the car and noticed you were in an underground parking lot. ''Momo? Where are we?''

''Oh,'' she blushed. ''I wanted to bring you to my favorite mall so we could spend some time together and relax,'' her eyes quickly darted towards yours. ''If that's okay with you?''

Her gestures made your heart warm. With a loving smile, you leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss on her lips, hands sliding to her neck. Even though there was one uncomfortable looking chauffeur- not that you noticed- she immediately responded, her lips meeting yours as her arms wrapped around your waist.

''I'd love to,'' you stepped back and smoothed your uniform. ''You're so sweet, Momo. Thank you, I really appreciate it.''

She nearly squealed as her face grew warm. ''It-it's not a problem, Y/N! Anything for you,'' her face grew even warmer and you noticed with a giggle. To avoid her embarrassment to grow any further, you grabbed her hand and tugged her away from the car.

''Well then, lead the way.''

Between nervous giggles and quick exchanges of kisses, you found yourself staring in awe at the building in front of you. Classy people walked briskly past you and the decoration of the mall was the most glamorous thing you'd ever seen.

''Momo, I....'' You were breathless. You were aware that your girlfriend was well off but you didn't know to what extent. On the other hand, you came from a humble home and rarely knew this type of luxuries.

''It's beautiful here!'' You exclaimed. Momo's hand squeezed yours and she laughed nervously.

''Really? This is just the mall...'' She looked rather sheepish as she scratched the back of her neck.

''I've never been to a mall like this one,'' you admitted. Momo nodded in understanding before tugging you forward with a smile.

''Come along, there's much you have to see.''

Hours flew by and you slipped into every store you spotted and usually came out with a bag or two. You noticed that Mom was being very generous, splurging her money on any clothing piece or supply of your favorite hobby that you would spot. The clothing stores were your favorite because the two of you would slip into the dressing rooms to try on clothes- but mostly kiss.

''What do you think?'' You twirled and Momo giggled. She was sitting down a few feet away from you.

''You look absolutely lovely, Y/N.'' Her compliment made you smile.

''Thank you, Momo,'' your eyes drifted to the price tag that was attached to the clothing and your jaw nearly dropped to the floor.

''Twelve thousand yen?!'' You shrieked. ''Momo, I can't get this, it's too expensive and I don't want you to-,'' you were sharply interrupted by Momo's soft lips caressing against yours. All current activities and worries you had flew out the window as Momo's hands began to travel your back, the two of you moving backward until your back pressed against the wall.

When the two of you pulled away, the first thing you noticed was Momo's swollen lips and flushed cheeks and you were sure you didn't look any better.

''Y/N,'' she started gently, her hands squeezing your hips. ''Don't worry about the price, my love. I'm doing this because I love you and I want you to choose to your heart's content.''

''Momo...'' You were breathless. ''I appreciate the gesture, but I don't want you to empty your wallet because of me,'' your eyes averted to the floor.

Your girlfriend sighed and raised your chin with the tip of her finger, forcing you to meet her gaze. ''Love, buying this for you isn't a bother and besides,'' her eyes drifted to your body before quickly returning to your face with a slight flush on her cheeks. ''You look absolutely gorgeous in it, I...I would love if you wore it for me.''

It was your turn to feel flustered. You swallowed nervously as your face warmed up.

''O-Okay...if that's the case, then I suppose I don't mind.''

The two of you broke into quiet giggles, cutting through the peaceful silence that enveloped the dressing rooms.

‘’Shh!’’ Someone snapped from the next dressing room. Your eyes widened as you met Momo’s alarmed gaze, only to burst into laughter once again. It got to the point where you were nearly kicked out of the store, and Momo managed to buy the clothes you wanted before shooed out of the shop by the irritated-looking saleswoman.

''Thank you for doing this for me,'' you squeezed Momo's hand as the two of you walked forward, carrying dozens of bags. ''I was feeling pretty drained and negative today, but with my nap and this...it's perfect.''

Momo smiled. She pressed a chaste kiss on your lips. ''You're welcome, love. I did this because I noticed your behavior the moment you stepped into the classroom,'' you giggled.

''Oh!'' Momo's eyes widened as she stared off into a direction. You frowned and looked in the same direction.

''What is it, Momo?''

''Look!'' Her face brightened as she tugged you forward. ''It's a churro stand. I remember that you mentioned that they're a dessert in your home country, right?''

The brightest smile formed on your lips. She remembered...

''Yeah, it is!'' The two of you raced towards the churro stand. You nearly drooled at the sight; dozens of churros of different types and countries. Some were long and others were short, shaped into a circle or a straight line, and others shapes you couldn't identify. The majority of them had been covered in sugar and some of them had fillings.

''Mmmm...'' You both said subconsciously. When you spotted the churros of your country, you nearly squealed.

''Momo!'' You pointed at the churros. ''Those are just like the ones I used to have back home! Can I get them?!''

She smiled. ''Of course.''

After paying the seller and walking away with your respective churros, the two of you sat on a bench on the lowest floor of the mall, where there weren't any exterior doors and the wind blew inside the building. You swung your legs on the metal bench as you munched on the delicious dessert.

''These are very delicious, Y/N,'' your girlfriend commented. ''I've never eaten churros before.''

You shot Momo a smile. ''Well, now you've been blessed with their flavor.'' She giggled.

The two of you were huddled together, shoulders and warm bodies pressed against each other. An array of bags sat at your side and your feet. Most of the other civilians had left by now and you watched as some stores began to lock and close.

''Momo?'' You glanced at her.

''Yes, love?''

''Thank you for making me the happiest person in the world.''

She gave you that charming smile of yours and tucked her hair behind her ear.

''I should be saying that Y/N,'' Momo leaned forward, her lips brushing against yours. Your heart thumped and you smiled dopily. ''You've made me the happiest girl in the world.''

Your lips collided in a frenzy of warmth. After resting and eating, your body felt brand new and you had no intention of pulling away from Momo’s sweet and addicting mouth. After all, the night was still young; and you were ready to enjoy the last hours of moonlight with your girlfriend.

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Angels & Devils Part XV : It’s You

Tomorrow x Together Fanfiction

~ p a r t s : main post || prologue || part 1 || part 2 || part 3 || part 4 || part 5 || part 6 || part 7 || part 8 || part 9 || part 10 || part 11 || part 12 || part 13 || part 14 || part 15 || part 16 || part 17 ~ p a i r i n g : love triangle involving choi soobin and choi yeonjun ~ g e n r e : high school au | some social media au | some fluff & angst | childhood friends | love triangle ~ l a n g u a g e : English ~ w a r n i n g : contains swearing, alcohol, kissing (?) and may contain mature themes (angst, etc.) ~ a / n : This will be my first fanfic (go easy on me pls) and i’m just writing this as I go along, so bear with me juseyo The setting (place/country) of the story is up to the reader’s interpretation ~ s u m m a r y : What should she choose? Han Baby: the new girl with a troubled past MO Academy: her new high school Choi Soobin: student council president, member of the Ecosave club, volunteer at the Humane Treatment of Animals, member of the Honor Society, a vocalist in the Jazzed club, the school’s all around golden boy Choi Yeonjun: leader of the Dance club, star of the Jazzed club, the school’s it boy with a bad rep 5 best friends, 1 new girl, 1 childhood friendship, 1 epic love triangle? What will this school year bring?

Soobin’s breath catches in his throat as he absorbs the words on the screen.

Was Yeonjun really asking him to step in as B’s date? Suddenly, Soobin’s fantasies of having B as his date come flooding back to his mind, and he could hardly believe that most of it would be a reality. From him showing up at her apartment door to pick her up, to having their pictures taken together right as they enter the event hall, and maybe even up to how breathtakingly ethereal she’d look under the sparkling lights as they’d slow-dance in the middle of the dance floor.

The thought of his fantasies for the past few weeks becoming a reality made his cheeks heat up, and he takes a deep breath, quickly weighing the possible pros and cons of what could happen if he stepped in as B’s date in his mind, before he counts to three and sends his response.

Yeonjun’s request caught Soobin so off-guard that he wasn’t even able to mention why he messaged him in the first place. He sighs, tossing his phone down beside him on his bed, as he tries to get a grip on his thoughts, which were now swirling around with fantasies of B opening her apartment door and looking lavishly perfect in her dress, slow-dancing with B and taking pictures with her and sitting beside her at their table and—

Soobin shakes his head, trying to shake away such thoughts. B was his friend, and he would be there for her as a friend, only until Yeonjun arrives and takes his rightful place as her date.

He sighs again, his heart still pounding as he says “Alexa, lights off” before he’s enveloped in darkness.

•°•

B pouts, her whole lower lip sticking out as she looks up at her boyfriend with puppy-dog eyes.

Yeonjun frowns. “Baby, c’mon, please don’t do that. You’re too fucking cute, God. You’re breaking my heart.” he says, unable to stop himself from stepping forward and taking her face in his hands, his thumb gently rubbing on her lower lip as if he could erase her pout. “I wish I could skip it, trust me I do, but business is business, and you know how my father can get about things like this.”

B holds her pouty face for a moment longer before she sighs in defeat, realizing that she had no choice in the matter.

It was the morning of the Fall Ball, and when she heard someone ring the doorbell so early in the day, she was a tad annoyed that someone would dare bother her beauty sleep. Once she saw it was Yeonjun, she instantly felt her mood go from 0 to 100, happy to see him standing at her doorstep. But once he told her why he was there, her mood instantly went from 100 to 0 once again.

It wasn’t Yeonjun’s fault that his dad was a cold-hearted business-minded dick. She melts into Yeonjun’s touch, her eyes fluttering shut as his thumbs gently find their way to her jaw, lightly tracing patterns.

“Fine. I understand.” she finally says, opening her eyes to meet his. She lifts a hand up and cups it over one of his, entwining their fingers together. “But will I at least see you tonight? I’ve been looking forward to this for weeks, and I wanna see your jaw drop once you see me in my dress.”

Yeonjun raises a brow. “How are you so sure my jaw will be dropping?”

B smirks, her eyes alight with mischief. “Well, first of all, it got Ryujin’s stamp of approval on the slutty-and-classy factor. And second, no matter how pretty and sexy I’ll look in the dress, I know that all you’ll be thinking about is how you’ll be taking the dress off.” she says, watching Yeonjun’s mouth drop at what she was suggesting.

“T—taking the dress off?” Yeonjun stutters, and B stifles back a laugh. She had never seen Yeonjun stutter before. “Me? Taking the dre—taking your dress off?”

B nods, and Yeonjun’s eyes widen. She grins devilishly. “I mean, if you can’t make it to the dance, we can always have a little after party of our own.” she says teasingly.

Yeonjun just looks at her in wonder, before shaking his head and letting out a chuckle. “Damn, Baby, you’re really something else.” he says, and she can’t help but hold back her laughter. “I just—I fucking love you, you know?”

Now it was her turn to go slack-jawed. “What? Wait, you what?” she says, not sure if she heard him right.

He laughs at her reaction and shakes his head once again. “I fucking love you, Baby. I love you.” he says, and when she remains frozen in shock, he says “I just wanted to let you know, and I don’t want you to feel pressured to say it back, so you don’t have to.”

B nods, her tongue still caught in her throat as she tried to wrap her head around his words.

Yeonjun sneaks a quick peek at his phone. “Ah, I have to go, I have a video meeting with our Japan clients in 30 minutes.” When she remains silent in shock, he chuckles and bends down, planting a warm lingering kiss on her forehead. “My business thing will be starting at around 8PM, but I’ll try to ditch it early and if I’m lucky I can make it to the ball by 10PM, and I promise I’ll make it up to you. I’ll see you later, Baby. I love you.” he says, caressing her hair before turning away to leave.

As she watches him make his way down the stairs and get escorted into the car by his driver, she finally snaps out of her daze and feels herself smile.

“I love you too.” she quietly says into thin air, before she shakes her head, her cheeks hurting from smiling, before she closes the door behind her and prepares herself for a busy day.

•°•

That was 13 minutes ago.

Soobin sighs as he checks his phone one last time before he pockets it, his hands shaking as he does so. He holds his arms out as his sides and starts to flail them around vigorously, hoping to shake off the nerves. He takes a deep breath, stuffing both of his hands as deep as they could go in his coat pockets, and slowly counts to three before abruptly ringing the doorbell, holding his breath as he waits for a response.

“Soobin? Is that you?” B’s voice floats from inside the apartment.

Soobin forces himself to put on a smile, making sure to avoid tripping over his words as he says “Yeah, it’s me!”

“Hold on, I’ll be out in a bit!” she calls, and he hears some noises from inside the apartment, such as the sound of her running around and rushing to do whatever it was she was doing.

“Alright, take your time, I’ll be right here.” he says reassuringly, taking deep breaths, trying to calm his nerves. He was just a friend picking up another friend to go to the dance together…as friends. Why was he so nervous?

Wanting to appear as casual and calm as possible, he decides to take his phone out of his pocket and feign scrolling or typing, just so that he wouldn’t look pathetic when she opens the door.

Once he hears her footsteps approaching, he holds his breath, and when she finally opens the door, he tears his gaze away from his phone to greet her.

And he nearly drops his phone, his jaw nearly dropping along with it.

A petite goddess stood in front of him, illuminated by the light pouring out from her apartment. Her long hair was parted to the side and framed her face with loose waves. Her eye makeup was done with simple winged eyeliner and long curled lashes, her face glowed and shimmered with highlight and bronzer, but her lips were painted a loud and eye-catching red, accentuating the cute little cupid’s bow on her upper lip that made them look irresistible.

But what really made him nearly drop his phone was her dress and how good she looked in it. No, how good it looked on her. Her blue dress fell off her shoulders, the flowy fabric leaving her neck, back and shoulders bare, with delicate satin trimmings all over. Her gown had a modest empire waistline yet had a surprisingly daring slit that ran all the way up her thigh, with satin trimming once again added in to balance out the look. She paired the dress with a pair of strappy heels that crisscrossed around her legs until just below the knees.

“Okay, I’m ready, let’s go!” she says, not noticing how he was ogling her. “Sorry if I kept you waiting out here, I didn’t know it would be this cold.” she says, rubbing her arms with her hands.

It’s only when the freezing cold autumn breeze hits him when Soobin finally unfreezes, and he snaps into action, taking his coat off and offering it to her.

“Here, you can use this to keep yourself warm.” he says, and before she can refuse, he slowly drapes it over her bare shoulders, careful not to ruin her hair or makeup as he does so. “At least until we get to the car.” he adds, once he sees the hesitance on her face.

She nods her head and smiles up at him. “Thanks, Soobin. 5 minutes in and already I feel like the luckiest girl in the world to have you as my date.” she says, and he prays that it was dark enough so that she couldn’t see him blush. “Well, as my last minute date at least.”

Soobin coughs, trying to conceal his red cheeks. “Right, um, let’s get going then.” he says, leading the way to the car. He offers to hold the ends of her dress as they make their way down the stairs, making her giggle, and once he opens the passenger door to his car, he offers his hand to help her easily slide into the car. He closes her door and quickly makes his way to the driver seat. He hears her sighs in relief as he shuts the door behind him, the car heater kicking in as he starts the engine.

“Oh, that feels nice.” she says, putting her hands up towards the vents to defrost her cold fingers. “Again, I just wanted to thank you for doing this, Soobin. I know you didn’t really want a date to the ball and that you weren’t really interested in taking any girl from school to the dance this year, but I hope you’re not too bothered with having me as your last-minute date.”

You’re the only girl in the entire school I wanted to take to the ball. Having you as my date is the only thing I’ve been dreaming of these past few weeks. I wouldn’t trade having you as my date for anything else in the world.

As all these thoughts flood Soobin’s mind, he simply smiles back at her and says “No problem, B. I don’t mind it at all.”

Her eyes sparkle as she beams at him then, happy with what he said, and just like that his heart rate started to speed up once again. Tonight was gonna be a long night.

•°•

“Say cheese!”

“Sir, could you lean in closer, maybe put your arm around him?”

“Sir?”

Beomgyu hastily puts his arm around Taehyun’s waist, pulling him closer to his side as they posed for the photographers at the entrance of the event hall. “Tyun, are you okay?” he whispers, shaking him slightly.

“I…I’m, um, I think I’m feeling a bit shy.” Taehyun finally admits, his eyes darting around the area, which was quickly starting to fill up with students arriving with their dates, presenting their tickets and getting in line to have their pictures taken by the photographers before entering the event hall. Beomgyu had picked him up from his apartment, being the perfect gentleman, and they had arrived at the dance a little early so that they could do a few last minute checks around the venue before most of the guests start to arrive.

Whenever he and Beomgyu were together, he simply felt happy. It was just the two of them, talking and laughing as they always did, except now there was some handholding and kissing in between. And when Taehyun asked Beomgyu to be his date, he was simply happy about the thought of going to the Fall Ball together. But now that they were here, together, as dates, Taehyun was starting to realize that he hadn’t exactly thought the entire thing through.

He didn’t think about the stares they’d be getting, or the confused looks that would come their way when people saw them together, or about the excited whispers that would start whenever people spotted them walking hand in hand. And now that he was seeing it, he was starting to feel shy. He didn’t know what it was like to be in a relationship, and frankly he wasn’t used to the attention that came along with it, especially since his partner just happened to be one of his best friends, and his co-student council member. It shouldn’t have come as a surprise that the pair of them would receive so much attention, but Taehyun was surprised nonetheless.

Beomgyu chuckles. “You, Kang Taehyun, are nervous? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you nervous before.” he says, leaning in so close to whisper in his ear that Taehyun could feel his breath lightly tickling his neck. “Why are you nervous?”

“I guess I’m just not used to all the attention. I’ve never been in a relationship, so I don’t know how to act around you now when people are watching.” he says, his eyes catching random glimpses of stares aimed at them.

“Ah, of course it’ll come with a lot of attention, silly. Especially since you have me, the elusive and charismatic Choi Beomgyu by your side.” Beomgyu says teasingly, and that was enough to earn a small smile from Taehyun.

“You’re an idiot, you know that?” Taehyun says, feeling a bit more relaxed.

“And you’re adorable.” Beomgyu says, causing the younger boy’s cheeks to flush.

“Perfect! Hold that pose!” the photographer exclaims, seeing that Taehyun looked more relaxed and natural now. He quickly holds the camera up and points it towards them. “1,2,3, smile!”

As the flash goes off, Taehyun feels himself smile, and he feels Beomgyu’s arm around his waist tighten just a bit more before the photographer says “Excellent! Thank you, and enjoy your evening. Next!” signaling the end of their turn.

Taehyun lets a small sigh, feeling himself relax, as Beomgyu takes his hand and pulls him forward, finally stepping through the giant double door entrance and into the event hall.

“Wow, you guys really pulled out all the stops for this one.” Beomgyu comments as they take in the room. It was spectacularly designed with rows and rows of fairy lights hanging across the ceiling, with curtain lights lining the walls. The ceiling itself was barely visible as the entirety of it was shrouded with different fall flowers such as Dahlias and Begonias, with balls of autumn leaves hanging as well, some occasionally falling down and letting the room rain with autumn leaves.

“You mean we really pulled out all the stops?” Taehyun says, raising a brow. “Have you forgotten that you’re actually a part of the student council or do you really not pay attention during our meetings?”

Beomgyu laughs. “I do, trust me, but I didn’t know it would turn out looking like this! It’s amazing.” he says, still in awe.

Taehyun can’t stop himself from smiling, feeling a sense of pride. “I helped choose the flowers. Now let’s go find our table, the others might be waiting for us already.” he says, now leading them towards their assigned table, which was conveniently situated near the side of the event hall, closer to the stage and the side entrances so that they as student council members would have easy access to any backstage problems.

When they arrive at table 21, they’re surprised to see just 2 people sitting there. Soobin and a girl. The girl was sitting with her back to them, and all they could make out was that she had long dark hair that fell down her back in waves.

“Huh, is that Soobin? Who’s he sitting with?” Taehyun asks once they spot the table from 10 feet away.

“Maybe he caved and got himself a date at the last minute. I mean it’s not like it would be hard for him to find one on short notice.” Beomgyu muses. “I wonder who it is.”

Once they arrive at the table, Soobin’s face lights up as he sees them.

“Gyu! Tyun! You’re finally here.” Soobin says. “Take a seat, Kai and his date should be here soon too.”

Beomgyu raises a brow at Soobin’s smiley demeanor, but takes a seat nonetheless, but not before he pulls out a chair and offers it to Taehyun.

“Ah, you didn’t have to.” Taehyun says, though the pleased smile on his face betrays his words.

“Hush, shut up and let me be your perfect date. I mean, you’ve been dreaming of this for a year now, right?” Beomgyu says teasingly, laughing when Taehyun gives him an annoyed look.

“Soobin, seriously, I swear I’m gonna kill you for saying that.” Taehyun says, shooting daggers at the boy. But before Soobin could respond, his date turns in her seat to face the two boys, and their jaws drop as she does so.

“Yeah, remind me not to spill any of my secrets to Soobin either.” B says, coming face to face with Taehyun and Beomgyu.

“B?” Beomgyu asks, surprised. “Are you Soobin’s d—Where’s Yeonjun?” he stutters.

B laughs out loud at Taehyun and Beomgyu’s confused faces. “Oh, sorry, I guess we never got to tell you!” she giggles. “Um, Yeonjun’s dad forced him to go to this business party thing at the last minute, and I guess he sort of assigned Soobin to look after me. Until he gets here, at least, he said he’ll try to cut the party early so he can catch the end of the dance.”

Taehyun raises a brow. “Oh, what a shame.” he says, his words directed at Soobin. “How inconvenient is it that you’re stuck with Soobin as your date now.”

B nods “Luckily Soobinie’s very kind and he accepted, although I’m trying to be as less of a burden as possible.” she says, laughing as she rests a hand on Soobin’s arm.

“Very lucky.” Beomgyu says, smirking at Soobin behind B’s back. “I’m pretty sure Soobin won’t see you as a burden though, he is very lucky to have been blessed with the opportunity to have you as a date tonight.”

“Aw, thanks Gyu, you’re so sweet.” B says, looking at him in awe. “Tyun, is he always this sweet? You two are so lucky to have each other.” she says, looking between her 2 friends lovingly. When the guys told her the news, she was so happy she started to cry. After all those mornings she spent walking with Taehyun to school, she never would have imagined that he would have feelings for someone like Beomgyu. In the dynamic of their friend group, the 2 of them stood at opposite sides of the spectrum, yet they worked perfectly well together, like blue orangeade.

“I have to admit, the idiot has his moments.” Taehyun says rather lovingly in contrast to the nickname he had given him. “Speaking of idiots, where’s Kai? Shouldn’t he be here by now?”

And right on cue, Kai and Yuna come stumbling up to the table, both of them in a fit of giggles as they try to seat themselves, abruptly stopping once they noticed there was 1 empty chair.

“Hey guys, who’s not here ye—” Hueningkai starts, but once he sees B next to Soobin, his confusion further grows. “What’s going on here? Where’s Yeonjun?”

B and Soobin explain the situation once again, and Kai and Yuna nod understandingly.

“I never knew Yeonjun’s dad could be so harsh.” Yuna pouts. “I’m sorry about that, B. But hey, at least you’ve got another handsome guy to keep you company tonight.” she says, winking at Soobin. “Let’s try to enjoy it anyway, alright? And I’m sure Yeonjun will do anything to see you tonight.”

B nods in agreement, happy that she had her friends with her to keep her company. Maybe her night wouldn’t be a total bust.

Just then, Soobin holds her hand under the table, squeezing it comfortingly. She looks at him and sees him smiling at her. “Don’t worry, we’re right here for you.”

She beams at him and squeezes his hand under the table, entwining their fingers together. “Thanks, Soobin. Really. It means a lot to me.”

And just like that, she knew it was going to be a good night. With or without Yeonjun.

•°•

The night had kicked off with a bang. The council had hired a DJ and opened up song requests so that students could hear their desired songs along with personalized dedications all around the event hall, students from the Theatre club had been assigned by the student council to host the event. Designated different clubs within the school were tasked to present special numbers at hourly intervals throughout the night. The Theatre club had done a short improv scene, picking random students in the audience to participate, which earned many laughs from the crowd. The Photography club had been going around and taking polaroid pictures of the students. The Film club has been documenting the night on video and will be showing a short highlight reel by the end of the evening.

But now, it was the Jazzed club’s turn.

Soobin nervously walks across the stage, the spotlight trailing him as he makes his way to the center, adjusting the microphone stand higher to match his height before he starts.

“Hey guys, how’s everyone’s evening going so far? Is everyone having fun?” Soobin says, pleased with himself when the event hall booms with cheers from the crowd. “That’s good to know. On behalf of the student council, I’d like to acknowledge the participation of everyone here tonight and for everyone who couldn’t make it, without all of you, this event wouldn’t have been a success, so thank you.” he says, earning cheers from the crowd once again.

He flashes a charming smile as he continues. “I know that this evening has been a blast so far, but how about we slow things down a little bit…” he says, and right on cue the selected members from Jazzed club goes on stage and starts to prepare their instruments, which gets the crowd cheering again. ��Coming right up, we have a special performance by MO Academy’s very own Jazzed club!”

Soobin takes the mic in his hands and starts to walk around the stage, approaching each person one by one to introduce them to the crowd. “Here, we have our student body’s precious Public Relations Officer, Kai Kamal Huening, tickling the ivories!” he says, putting a hand on Kai’s shoulder as the younger boy plays a few keys on the piano, making the crowd cheer.

He moves on to the drum set. “On the drums, we have Yoon Dowoon! Drop us a beat, please!” he proclaims, and Dowoon follows suit, showing off his skills.

“Isn’t he amazing, folks?” Soobin asks the crowd, making them cheer in response. “Next up, we have Nam Donghyun playing the Bass!” he says, motioning to the bassist as he plucks a few strings.

“On guitar, we have our student council’s very own Treasurer, Choi Beomgyu! Show us what you’ve got, Gyu!” Soobin says, dramatically doing a very bad air guitar impression in contrast to Beomgyu’s slow acoustic guitar. Soobin laughs as Beomgyu shakes his head.

“And last but not the least, our vocalist for the evening, the one and only Kang—” Soobin begins, ready to introduce Taehyun, until Beomgyu grabs the back of his suit, tugging him to his side as he quickly whispers in his ear.

“Taehyun can’t do it, he’s dealing with a crisis with the security team.” Beomgyu explains hastily.

“What! Who’s gonna sing then? Can you sing and play the guitar at the same time?” Soobin asks, trying to keep a smile on his face even though he was panicking on the inside.

“I don’t memorize the song, just the notes.” Beomgyu says. “But why don’t you sing? It’s not like you haven’t sang in front of an audience before. And you have no excuse not to sing, because you wrote the song.” Soobin couldn’t think of an excuse to get himself out of it, because Beomgyu was right. Soobin had been working on the song for a couple of months now, but he never intended on singing it himself, especially not in front of a crowd, and especially not in front of her.

Before Soobin can protest, Beomgyu quickly takes the microphone. “Ladies and gentlemen, our vocalist for the evening, the one and only Student Council President, Mr. Choi Soobin!” he proclaims, making the crowd cheer as Soobin practically chokes on his own saliva, taking the microphone back from Beomgyu.

“I—uh, yes!” Soobin says, quickly gathering his thoughts, not wanting to look unprofessional in front of the whole school. “Our first song tonight is a special composition by the Jazzed club! Composed by Kang Taehyun, and lyrics by Choi Soobin.” he says, letting the cheers from the crown die down before giving the band the go signal.

The lights dim as the song starts with a slow intro from the drums and the piano, and the spotlight focuses on Soobin as he starts to sing.

(ORIGINAL SONG: Look After you by The Fray) [some lyrics changed by author for story purposes] “If I don’t say this now, I will surely break As I’m staring, your hands I want to take I look on breathlessly, my knees they start to shake My heart has started to separate”

As he sings, he remembers all the moments he caught himself staring at B, and all the times she made his heart speed up just by looking at him, and all the instances where simply seeing her took his breath away, like when he picked her up at her place for the dance that night.

“Oh oh, be my baby oh Oh oh, be my baby And I’ll look after you.”

He sees her in the crowd then, sitting by herself at their table, her chin resting on her hands as she watches the band play on. Her eyes meet his and she smiles, giving him a small wave. He’s unable to stop himself from smiling back, his heart pounding in his ears.

“If ever there was any doubt My love, she’s looking at me Her smile gives me security Her love rings with clarity”

He’s watching her watching him now, her head nodding along to the gentle beat of the song, her eyes bright as she claps with the crowd and cheers him on.

“Oh oh, be my baby oh Oh oh, be my baby Oh oh It’s always have and never hold You’ve begun to feel like home, yeah What’s mine is yours to leave or take What’s mine is yours to make your own”

He wrote these lines after the night of Yeonjun’s birthday, when he saw her a crying drunken mess on the closet floor and realized that he would do anything for her. It didn’t matter if she was his best friend’s girlfriend or if she was the girl he was in love with, it didn’t matter if she was drunk and crying or sober and laughing. To him, he was B, one of the few people in the world he held closest to his heart, and he knew he would do anything for her.

“Oh oh, be my baby oh Oh oh, be my baby Oh oh”

As he sings the last lines of the song, he feels his face start to heat up as the audience begins to cheer louder, a bit shy now that he had sung his song in front of the whole school. Singing a song he wrote in front of the person he wrote it for was something he never anticipated he’d do, but upon seeing her eyes, as bright as ever, focused on his face, he would’ve written a million more songs and sang them all to her if it meant she’d look at him like that every time he did.

When the audience starts to die down and the couples on the dance floor start to return to their seats, he spots Taehyun running to towards the stage, waving his arms at Soobin, signaling that he was there and that he could take over.

“Ladies and gentlemen, that song was called ‘Look After You’ written by yours truly, composed by Kang Taehyun, and performed by MO Academy’s Jazzed Club. Let’s give another round of applause!” Soobin proclaims breathlessly, his smile widening as the crowd starts to cheer. He quickly motions Taehyun to come on stage, relieved that the younger boy was there. Soobin didn’t think that he could sing the rest of the songs on the setlist without any practice.

“And now, here to take us away with a voice as cool as the Fall breeze and visuals as refreshing as Autumn leaves, let’s give it up for Kang Taehyun!” Soobin announces, arm outstretched towards the boy who was now making his way across the stage.

“Thank you, everyone.” Taehyun says, smiling as he catches his breath. “We’ve got a great set prepared for you tonight, so grab your partners and prepare to swoon as we start with a song called Autumn Leaves by Ed Sheeran.”

When the next song starts to play, Soobin makes his way off the stage, his body still humming with adrenaline from singing his song on such short notice. As he makes it off stage and finds his way back to his table, he receives a few compliments and pats on the back from his fellow students, telling him he did a great job on the Fall Ball and gushing over how beautiful his singing was. He acknowledges them bashfully, his face heating up more and more by the second, until he finally makes it to his table, which was occupied by no one but B.

She starts to clap as soon as she seems him approaching, shaking her head in approval, legs crossed casually. “Wow, Choi Soobin. I’ve been told that you were a bit of a songwriting genius, but I didn’t know just how much of a genius you were until now. You definitely live up to your hype. Well done.”

“Oh stop it, you’re only saying that cause I’m your friend.” He smiles shyly as he takes his seat next to her, mindful of the absence of their other table mates. “Why are you alone? Where are our fellow table 21s?”

“Gyu, Tyun, and Hyuka are all onstage and will remain onstage for at least 5 more songs, and I’m guessing Hyuka’s date is off somewhere with Ryujin.” she says, referring to Yuna. “They invited me to hang out with them while you were all onstage, but I didn’t really feel like taking shots of the Tequila that they smuggled in at one of the bathroom stalls.”

“Is that what they’re doing?” Soobin says, raising a brow. “You do remember that I’m the Student Council President, right? Doing something like that could get them suspended!” he exclaims.

B laughs lightly. “Oh, I don’t think I could ever forget, Mr. President.” she says, wiggling her eyebrows at him. “And yes, I am well aware of that, but I trust that you won’t bust them anyway because although you have responsibilities, you’re not a fun-sucker either so as long as you trust that they know their limits, you’ll just be keeping a stern eye out instead of busting them.”

Soobin sighs. “You’re right, I guess you know me too well.”

B nods. “Yes, and I happen to know that you haven’t had the chance to break out some moves on the dance floor all night.” she says, exasperated. “C’mon, Soobinie, you should dance! I know you don’t have a date and I’m just a sort of last minute engagement, but you could ask literally any girl here to dance with you and I just know that they’d practically pee themselves with glee as they drag you to the dance floor.”

Soobin laughs. “That’s absurd.” he simply says, and she shrugs. It’s quiet between them for a moment, they watch the couples on the dance floor until the song comes to an end and a few of them make their way back to their seats while the others stay on the dance floor and give a round of applause to the Jazzed club.

“Thank you, thank you.” Taehyun says, his voice reverberating through the event hall. “Now for our next song, no high school dance would be complete without one of the most iconic high school prom songs in the cinematic universe of Young Adult movie adaptations. As seen in the Twilight saga, this is Flightless Bird, American Mouth.”

“B?” Soobin says, turning to face her as Taehyun sings the first line of the familiar song.

“Yes?” B asks, her eyes focused on the couples dancing in front of them.

“I know that I’m just a stand in until your real date arrives and that Yeonjun will probably be here before the Fall Ball ends, but do you wanna dance with me?” Soobin says in one breath. “It’s okay if you don’t want to, but I think it would be a waste if you just sit here all night. I mean, I’m not saying that your night will be a waste or anything or that you’ll just be sitting—”

B silences him by standing up and grabbing his hand, forcing him to stand up. “Like I said, Binnie. You could ask literally any girl here to dance with you and they’d practically drag you to the dance floor.” she says, beaming as she drags him through the throng of people until she finds a vacant spot near the stage.

“Didn’t you mention something about peeing themselves with glee—?” Soobin begins, but she shuts him up by putting a finger up to his lips, which catches him by surprise. He remains frozen as she guides his hands to her waist and she reaches up to rest her hands on his shoulders, her neck outstretched as she looks up at him.

“Just shut up and dance with me, Choi Soobin.” she laughs, which causes him to unfreeze and sway along to the music.

“You know you have 4 different names for me?” Soobin says out of nowhere. “You’ve called me about 4 different names just now.”

“What?” B asks, curious. “No way! How can I possibly have 4 names for 1 person?” she says.

Soobin bites his bottom lip thoughtfully before answering. “Well, you call me Soobin on normal occasions, Soobinie when you wanna ask for a favor so you act all cute, Mr. President for when you’re teasing me about anything school or council related, Choi Soobin when you’re either impressed by me or annoyed by me, and sometimes you call me Binnie, though I’m not sure why just yet.” he says. “Oh, that’s 5 names!”

B looks at him, incredulous. “Wow, I’ve never really noticed.” she says, amazed. “Anything else I should know about myself?” she asks teasingly.

Soobin stays quiet in thought for a moment before the words come pouring out. “You fiddle with your pens when you’re bored. When there’s something on your mind, your eyes dart all over the place as if you can see your thoughts out in the open. You make this face when you’re tired and cranky.” he says, his eyebrows pulling down and his cheeks puffing out as he pouts, mimicking her expression.

B chokes out a laugh. “No, I don’t!”

Soobin smiles at her fondly. “Trust me, you do! Um, what else? When you’re excited about something, your eyes sort of just light up and you practically bounce in your seat. When you’re nervous, you have a tendency to tap the tips of your toes on the ground. When you’re shy, you usually end up hiding your face with your hands—”

“So do you!” B interrupts.

“I know I know, let me finish!” Soobin laughs, his breath shaky now. “You’re a straw-biter, so you hate metal and paper straws cause they’re no fun for you to bite on but you use them anyway cause you wanna save the sea turtles. Your usual order at Kang’s café is a large peppermint mocha iced latte which you usually don’t end up finishing so you have it packed in a paper coffee cup and give it to the homeless man who begs right across the street along with whatever change you have in your pocket. When you’re happy, you sing out loud and your voice when you sing is soft and sweet and if I could, I’d record it and play it as a lullaby on nights when it’s particularly hard to sleep.”

B laughs, in awe of everything she was hearing, not noticing the way he was looking at her now. “My voice as a lullaby? It’d be like being serenaded by a banshee!” she exclaims jokingly. “What nights do you find it particularly hard to sleep, then? What causes your sleepless nights? Is it school? Is it stress? Is it a girl? When do you have sleepless nights?”

‘On nights when all I can think about is you.’ Soobin thinks to himself, but he just smiles at her warmly.

Before he can respond, the song ends, and the couples on the dance floor break away from each other and focus on the stage to cheer on the Jazzed club.

“Alright, this one’s for all those friends-to-lovers out there who were able to let love bloom from friendship, or for those who are still friends but would rather be lovers, this is your opportunity to get out of the friend zone!” Taehyun says, pointedly glancing towards Soobin. When he realized that B was with him on the dance floor, his eyes widened and he gave Soobin a wink, causing the older boy to blush. “This song is called Sweet Night by V.”

As the next song starts with a smooth acoustic intro, B turns to Soobin once again, not noticing how flustered he seemed to be. “Hey Binnie, you down for round 2? Or we could go back to the table if you don’t feel like dancing, I know you don’t like crowds.” she says, referring to them being in the middle of the dance floor, surrounded by couples who were starting to get very close and intimate with each other.

Soobin looks at her and shrugs. “I wouldn’t mind dancing with you again.” he says, and her eyes instantly light up, causing his heart to flutter. He didn’t want to admit it, but slow dancing with her was a bit of a dream come true for him.

“On my pillow”

She smiles up at him, and he offers his hand with a flourish, causing her to laugh as she takes his hand in hers, once again positioning them on her hips before she reaches up to lay her hands on his shoulders as they start swaying to the music.

“Can’t get me tired”

B leans forward and closes the distance between them, burying her face in Soobin’s chest, and he could only pray that she couldn’t hear his heart pounding through his shirt. “Hey, Soobin?” she mumbles, her voice muffled.

“Hm?” Soobin responds, trying his best to control his breathing and regulate his heartbeat, afraid that she’d be able to hear it with her head pressed against his torso.

“Do you remember the night of Yeonjun’s birthday party? When I was crying on the floor and you saw me?” she asks.

“Sharing my fragile truth”

“Yes.” Soobin says. How could he forget? That night, he had let his walls down and let slip just a sliver of what felt like truckloads of emotions he felt for her. She had practically told him that she would have chosen him over Yeonjun if it were an option, and that the prospect of them being together wasn’t just a fantasy. “What about it?” he asks, as casually as he possibly could.

“That I still hope the door is open”

B sighs, keeping her face hidden from him. “It’s just, is there really nothing more that happened that night?” Soobin had to lean down to hear what she was saying. He didn’t know why, but she seemed to be hiding her face in his chest. “Ever since that night, I’ve been feeling a bit…different, I guess?”

“Cause the window opened one time with you and me”

Soobin gulps. “What do you mean? Different how?”

“Now my forever’s falling down wondering if you want me now”

“Well, I don’t exactly remember much to be honest.” B admits, her voice still muffled against his chest. “But I remember you and me sitting on the cold floor, I remember I was crying and that my heart hurt, I remember you being right beside me and leaning on your shoulder, I remember saying—”

“Saying what?” Soobin asks, wondering why she cut herself off so suddenly, and wondering where this conversation was going.

“How could I know one day I’d wake up feeling more”

‘Maybe it should’ve been you, Soobin.’ Her words echo again in her head. Ever since she had that dream, or rather that flashback, he had been feeling different. As if her heart and body remembered something that her mind didn’t about that night. “I remember saying that I felt hurt.” she says instead. “I dunno, I guess I just feel weird because I don’t remember everything. I’ve never been blackout drunk before, so it’s really strange for me.” she says, chuckling lamely at herself.

“But I had already reached the shore Guess we were ships in the night Night, night”

Soobin remains silent, not really knowing what to say. They simply sway to the music then, under the soft glow of fairy lights, with autumn leaves and flowers occasionally falling with every gust of the chilly autumn wind that blew into the venue.

“I'm wondering Are you my best friend?”

B did feel like she had been closer to Soobin lately. She didn’t know if it was because her childhood friend, Kai, had been busy with his relationship lately or if it was because Yeonjun was closest to Soobin. But she knew that ever since that night, she had been seeing him in a different light, as if she knew she could tell him anything and he’d bring her a sense of comfort no matter what the situation. She just didn’t know why.

“Feels like a river's rushing through my mind”

Soobin’s heart starts to race as he tries to figure out why she had suddenly brought up the topic of that night, and suddenly he feels guilty once again, remembering seeing Yeonjun’s lips crash against Rose’s. He felt his stomach lurch at the memory, but he knew he couldn’t tell B about it. It was Yeonjun’s responsibility.

“I wanna ask you If this is all just in my head”

B was starting to wonder if Soobin had felt a shift in their dynamic ever since that night as well. Did he see her in a different light after witnessing what a miserable drunken mess she was? Did he remember her telling him that maybe it should’ve been him, whatever ‘it’ was? Or has he always just been so caring and a good friend?

“My heart is pounding tonight I wonder if you are too good to be true”

Soobin looks down at B then, who still had her face buried in his chest, the fairy lights shining warmly above them giving her honey toned skin a gentle glow. As small flower petals continue to fall overhead, a few of them catch in her hair, making her look like some sort of ethereal goddess. She was too good for him, and too good for Yeonjun as well. He knew that.

“And would it be alright if I pulled you closer”

B’s hands fall from his shoulders and slip down to his chest. She finally looks up at him then and smiles sheepishly. “Sorry, it’s just that you’re so tall, and my arms were starting to get tired. Do you mind if I keep my hands here?”

“How could I know one day I'd wake up feeling more”

When her eyes meet his, Soobin could swear that his heart was leaping out of his chest and right into her hands, one of which was situated directly above his heart. He nods. “Yeah, it’s fine.”

They spend the rest of the song dancing in silence. She rests her head against his chest once again, her cheek squished against his necktie, and his hands slowly wrap themselves around her waist comfortingly.

“But I had already reached the shore”

Suddenly, Soobin feels a tap on his shoulder. He turns his head and nearly jumps out of B’s grasp once he sees Yeonjun standing there.

“Guess we were ships in the night night, night”

“Excuse me, but may I interrupt?” he says politely. Upon hearing his familiar voice, B’s head snaps up and her eyes widen as she sees him.

“Yeonjun!” she exclaims, jumping out of Soobin’s arms. “Y—you’re here.” she says, caught by surprise.

Yeonjun beams at her then. “Hey, Baby. I made it right on time.”

B looks between the 2 boys for a moment, hesitant, before she walks up to Yeonjun and gives him a hug.

“Glad you could make it.” Soobin says, patting the blue-haired boy on the back. “Cleaned up pretty nicely, too.”

“Are you flirting with me?” Yeonjun says teasingly, making Soobin roll his eyes. He gives Soobin a quick one-armed hug. “Thanks for taking care of my Baby for tonight, Soob.”

“Don’t mention it.” Soobin says, smiling at him. “You 2 enjoy the rest of the night, now. I’ll see you back at the table.”

Yeonjun nods at him, meanwhile B’s staring at him the whole time.

Before he turns away, she takes a step towards him and reaches for his arm.

“Soobin, wait.” she says, catching the sleeve of his suit.

He looks at her over his shoulder. “Yes, B?”

As his eyes meet hers, she feels her breath catch in her throat. She wanted to say something, but she didn’t know what. Her mouth opened to speak, but her brain couldn’t think of any words to say.

He tries to decipher the look in her eyes then, as if she was trying to tell him something.

After a moment, she releases his arm. “I just wanted to say, um, thank you. For tonight.” she finally says, smiling at him, though it didn’t seem to reach her eyes.

“No problem, B. The pleasure was all mine.” he says, smiling reassuringly at her before he turns and makes his way back to their table.

B feels a pair of arms wrap around her waist from behind, and Yeonjun rests his chin on her shoulder, whispering in her ear. “You wanna dance with me, Baby?”

She squeezes her eyes shut and takes a deep breath before turning to face him, painting a smile on her face. “I’d love to.”

As they start to dance to the next song on the setlist, Soobin sits alone at table 21 and watches.

And he didn’t know why, but that last lingering look she gave him was stuck in his mind.

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Author’s note: Here’s part 1 of the Fall Ball! But the real fun starts at part 2, next chapter. Just wanted to drop this before TXT’s comeback.

Watch out for MINISODE 1: BLUE HOUR coming out today at 6PM KST!

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sti1es · 4 years ago

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Killing Stalking.... but make it steo. I read this manga in early 2017 and since its becoming popular again, i had the inspiration to write this. I don’t agree with a lot of the gross, disturbing stuff in the story - it’s a horror, not a romance, and i definitely don’t ship sangwoo and yoon. that’s why i changed a lot of the details in this fic, but the relationship in later chapters is going to get very, very, unhealthy. The abusive, toxic behaviours portrayed here should NEVER be considered okay in real life. SO MAJOR TRIGGER WARNING FOR THAT!

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Stiles watches silently as Theo’s truck leaves the driveway. He emerges from his hiding place - a corner of the garden, cast in shadow by looming trees - and checks the time. Based on Theo’s usual routine, he should be gone for at least a couple hours. That gives Stiles abundant time to inspect the house. If the other boy is keeping anything secret, a thorough search should make it evident. Something about knowing Theo’s habits weirds Stiles out a little. He’s becoming quite the stalker. His intentions are good, though, and the police do it all the time, so he concludes that this is normal and not a result of incessant paranoia.

Casually, Stiles treads through neatly trimmed grass and stands in front of the door. It’s a decently sized home, the suburban dream for any nuclear family. Everything, down to the wooden planks of the porch and popcorn textured walls, is perfect - which is exactly why Stiles doesn’t trust it. Theo arrived like a miracle. A clever, charming, strong werewolf; the ideal pack mate. He’s buried his past deep underground, and Stiles is determined to uproot it.

He punches the security code into an electronic lock. 270804. At first, these were just meaningless numbers Stiles caught a glimpse of Theo entering, but after looking through medical records, researching family history, and overall obsessively indulging himself into this case, Stiles realised what it was. The date of Tara Raeken’s death.

Pushing aside whatever embarrassment would ensue if he were wrong about Theo, as well as the general fear of being caught, Stiles turns the door handle experimentally. The keypad chimes, a melodic buzz which enables Stiles to finally fucking breathe. He shoves the door open completely, a newfound rush of adrenaline and excitement clouding his mind, before entering the house.

It’s... normal. The entrance is decorated with antique furniature and various knickknacks. Picture frames line the walls, some depicting Theo and Tara, but none his whole family. The ones containing his parents look newer. Their smiles look strained, and Stiles could’ve sworn Ms. Raeken didn’t have dimples before. Him and Theo used to hang out after school a lot, and Ms. Raeken would always come pick her son up. The photos of her that adorn this interior just seem... different. Off. Before Stiles has the chance to contemplate any further, he’s distracted by a noise coming from downstairs. At the end of the hall, there’s a door - presumably leading to the basement - which has been left slightly ajar. A strange, muffled slapping sound travels through it.

Stiles’s heart beat spikes. He knew something was off about Theo, but to be presented something so obviously suspicious seems... well, suspicious. He quickly crosses the corridor and flicks on the light at the end of it. The basement is illuminated, which causes the slapping to increase. His stomach turns at the idea of something sentinent and scared being down there. Whatever shit Theo is hiding may be a lot more disturbing than he prepared for.

Swallowing nervously, Stiles decends the staircase and his worst fears are immediately confirmed. A girl lies on the cold floor, naked and tied up. Her wrists and ankles are bound, and a gag has been painfully jammed into her mouth. The source of the slapping was her legs beating against the concrete, most likely a frantic signal for a potential rescuer’s attention.

This has to be a joke. There’s no way Theo is this fucking sick. To kidnap someone is one thing, but to humilate them and leave them in this scared state was a level of cruelty Stiles finds difficult to imagine. He races downwards, and instantly recognises the terrified captive’s face. This is Tracy Stewart. Her photos have been plastered all over the news ever since she went missing a couple weeks ago. Stiles feels his gut twist in horror and disgust. There’s no goddamn way this is happening. It’s ironic, really, the fact that he was expecting to find something incriminating but can hardly believe it when he does.

Tracy’s struggles become even more desperate at this glimpse of salvation. Her eyes widen, and she starts shouting through the gag.

“Hey, hey, don’t worry... I-I’m gonna get you out of here. You’re safe,” Stiles begins to undo the ropes which restrain her hands, but the knot won’t give. Why the hell did Theo have to be so cautious? The thought of what he’s done to poor Tracy so far turns Stiles’s attempts to free her even more rapid. He picks at the rope with his nails, a fruitless attempt, really. As his frustration rises, he resorts to picking Tracy up in the state she’s in. He’d much rather get the hell out of here as fast as possible. Stiles places his hand under her knees, and goes to wrap his arm around her shoulders, when she starts to violently trash. He drops her instantly, worried that he provoked one of her potential injuries. But the thrashing continues, and she’s screaming around the cloth in her mouth. Stiles’s heart sinks as he realises her eyes aren’t focused on him.

They’re fixed behind his head.

He jerks around wildly, and sure enough, standing in the doorway is Theo Raeken. His eyes are narrowed in annoyance and his lips are quirked in a dark smirk. Fuck. Stiles feels like a caged animal, cornered by a predator that could easily overpower him.

“You’re smart, Stiles,” He chuckles, like this is all a twisted game. To Theo, it probably is. “You just aren’t smarter than me”.

Shit. Stiles’s mind is moving at a mile a minute, trying to think of any possible escape. There isn’t one. But he’s been through worse than a teenage werewolf. He can get through this. He has to.

Still, his heart is gripped by fear. He feels like there’s fingers at his neck, squeezing, constricting his oxygen until he’s gasping for breath. Breathe. Breathe. He stands no chance against Theo if he has a panic attack.

Then again, does he stand a chance in the first place?

Theo dawdles down the stairs, slowly dropping his feet in front of him, one step after another. Stiles’s lungs are on fire. His ribs are being crushed. Breathe. Breathe. You can trick him. Run past him. Just get a fucking grip.

“You really thought I wouldn’t notice-” Theo’s barely ten feet away, “That you’ve been following me?” He laughs humourlessly once again. “It’s funny how I considered stalking you, but you took it upon yourself to waltz right into the lion’s den with no help.”

Stiles barely register’s Theo’s words as the human lunges forward, past his legs. Caught off guard, Theo doesn’t have time to grab him as he practically scrambles up the stairs. But of-fucking-course Stiles has to look back, and when his eyes meet Tracy’s, he freezes to the spot. He can’t just leave her here.

That gives Theo’s reflexes ample time to set in. He makes a grab for Stiles’s hoodie sleeve and shoves him backwards. The brunet would’ve been grappling at the air if he had time to. Instead, he simply falls all the way down the stairs, back to the basement floor. Instead of everything occurring in the typical slow-mo montage they show in cliche movies, the moment passed so fast Stiles couldn’t even register it. One second he was almost free, the next he was lying on hard, cold stone, his head and legs throbbing. The human supposes he broke his legs. They’re mostly numb, but twisted grotesquely. He’s never been so thankful about nerve damage in his life. The real issue is his slowly blurring vision. He wants to throw up - from fear or pain, he doesn’t know.

“You’re the sheriff’s son,” Theo drawls, stupidly calm for a situation where Stiles feels as though he’s being drowned in anxiety. “So you surely understand why I can’t have any witnesses.”

“Why are you doing this?” He blurts out. “You’re killing her, and you’re gonna kill me too? At least have some sort of motive, serial murderers who ‘do it for the thrill’ are becoming pretty old.”

If there’s one thing Stiles learnt during his years of engtanglement with supernatural enemies, it’s that distraction buys you time. No matter how scared you are, a simple quip or provoking remark works wonders for stalling. All he has to do is snark Theo until the werewolf gets bored, or agitated, or anything else that buys him a bit of time. Stiles’s heart jumps against his ribcage as he glares at Theo as heatedly as possible, trying to conceal his trembling hands.

“You think I don’t have any motives?” Theo scoffs, clearly falling for Stiles’s blow to his ego. “Her father is a pretty powerful man. A lawyer who tried to get me thrown in fucking prison. This is his payback,” The werewolf shrugs, but Stiles doesn’t miss the edge of anger in his voice. He strides forward, then curls a hand around Stiles’s chin. The teen’s head is jerked upwards, so he’s forced to stare into cold, evil blue eyes. “And you’re going to rat me out to your daddy. Simple as that. There isn’t enough space in this basement for both of you.”

“So you’re a butthurt little boy who has to take his emotions out on defenesless humans?” Stiles grits out, and Theo’s grip on his chin tightens, “- real classy.”

That’s when Theo snaps. He backhands him across the faсe.

Stiles attempts to crawl away, his cheek stinging with what’s probably a fresh bruise. He pushes up against the ground, only to find that his knees buckle when he stands. So he was right about the broken legs. Normally, falling down the stairs wouldn’t injure someone this badly, but with the forceful thrust of a werewolf’s supernatural strength? Stiles doesn’t doubt it. Though his limbs are far too damaged to hurt, the mere pressure being put onto his bones makes him feel like he’s folding in on himself.

Stiles is helpless. He might as well be restrained like Tracy, it wouldn’t make a difference. Theo sighs in a way that conveys amusement, as though he’s watching a newborn deer struggle to walk. I’m gonna die.

What will his dad think when he doesn’t return home? What will his friends think? Scott, Malia, Lydia - Stiles will never see them again. His chest aches with the thought of Theo carrying through with whatever plans he has for the pack. All he can do is hope that his disappearance makes them suspicious enough not to trust the werewolf.

Theo hovers over him, face darkened by shadows in a threatening contrast against the blaring ceiling lights above. He crouches down, pressing his knees deliberately against Stiles’s legs in a way that makes the human cry out. He catches a glimpse of Tracy: she has tears running down her face, but looks somewhat resigned... as if Stiles is already dead. Theo clutches the brunet’s wrists and pins them to either side of his head. “If you’re planning on killing me, better do it quick. You wouldn’t want to be late for school,” the image of Theo’s charming smile, forever deceiving, lingers in his mind’s eye. A wave of annoyance washes over him, and he kicks upwards with the last of his rapidly draining perseverance. Theo doesn’t even budge.

The werewolf leans down, his breath ghosting over Stiles’s ear. “Kill you? Honestly, when this is over, you’ll be wishing I did.”

Everything goes black, but before he loses consciousness, Stiles is sure he caught a glimpse of a silver metal hammer.

#steo #idk i kinda feel uncomfy writing this kinda stuff bc im worried yall might have trauma similar to it #please tell me if you think its not okay!!#its meant to develop into something stockholme syndromy #since thats what happens in the original and it feels like it fits with both their characters #also #i refer to theo as a werewolf bc its from stiles’s perspective #and he hasnt found out about chimeras yet

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pocketfulofelviss · 4 years ago

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puppy-phum · 4 years ago

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🐰 🐇 TGIF from Classy Cultiva! It’s Fri so everything is dandy! How’s your weekend looking? In reply: I pin down scenes with songs bc it helps me deal with the feels. And/or if I specifically want to feel some angst or fluff haha | oh I was thinking of a long post with photos that tried to pin down which episode is wangxian’s First Time, it wasn’t music based but it was hilarious. Will save for post reveal bc it’s super long to explain ahaha | syriala @ AO3 writes xicheng! 1/2

I love lists! Will check out these artists, thank you! Never apologize for long posts! I would (and will) totally write pages and pages if I didn’t have a char limit! Q8: do you watch fanvids? Any recs? I LOVE THIS ONE: Bury My Love – <youtu DOT be SLASH zQASLXMZZsk> | and while I’m squeeing I really really want sbdy to vid Whatta Man for all lwj’s slo mo shots. Or even all the boys. Is there any song you think is begging to be vidded? Or any music a fanvid introduced you to? 2/2

sorry I haven’t had the time to answer yet ;; I just came to my parents for christmas and things have been hectic ^^’ but happy sunday! I hope you have managed to rest and enjoy your weekend :’)

ah am excited to see that post :o you got me curious now haha. and oh I know syriala (here and on ao3) and their fics are amazing! I am always in my jc feels bc of them ;; and they really made me think about mingxicheng too, it was such a soft concept! bc it always makes me ache how nmj praises the twin heroes of yunmeng when they first go to unclean realm and jc just look so pleased with it all (bc he rarely gets praised at home right? which is a shame)

I hope you enjoy all that art! it always makes me so happy while scrolling through my twt :’) and am glad you don’t mind me rambling then! excited for your essays in the future haha

yes, I watch fanvids! I tried to gather together some xicheng ones when I got into them (which is way too few, it’s so sad ;;) but I’ve also loved a couple of wangxian ones! I have some in my liked vids on youtube, so here:

these two by EarlHatter: saturn & mercury (bc I absolutely adore sleeping at last, I’ve always been very thankful for these two fmvs)

this one also by EarlHatter (I love this song, have loved it ever since I was in middle school and discovered red, and when I need to sob over wangxian, I just watch this vid)

this one by the amazing @fytheuntamed (I love the song choice (I actually discovered this song through this fmv) and the feeling of this whole vid and wow, I cry)

this one for wwx bc am a hoe for fmvs that put some badass/poppy songs for him and show all of his best sides hehe (also I love the coloring on this vid, it’s so nice to look at)

this one for the yunmeng siblings bc a) I adore the song no matter what type of version (this is slowed down I think?) and b) this makes me ache in all the best ways

and when it comes to songs I would like to see with some fmvs, I could say that there are quite a few :’D most of them are very painful bc I rarely think about all these fun or badass songs with the untamed (tho I adore that stuff! I can really see your suggestion coming alive wow and this is why I love crack vids too!) but I also enjoy these delicate type of fmvs the best so here’s a short list of some songs:

welcome to the darkness - the brilliance x (I can see this song mixing so well with wwx, especially during all the yiling patriarch angst. I recently gave in to it and made an edit)

anyone else - pvris x (just some very emotional and lovely wangxian for this bc they are soulmates and have true love)

walk through the fire - zayde wolf ft. ruelle x (for yunmeng bros, for all their angst and hate and sorrow)

repeat until death - novo amor x (this begs to be a wangxian song, especially during burial mounds and what follows... novo amor in general seems to be my the untamed theme music ^^’ I made an edit for this too a long time ago heh)

so here’s all of this ^^’ I hope you find something to enjoy? and sorry but I couldn’t find the fmv you linked here ;; try linking it after reveals ok? am curious to see what it is (is the song in it by any chance moondust by jaymes young?)

see you again ^^ ♥

#mdzsnetcc #this is so much fun #sorry i have so much to show you haha #am excited to let you give me stuff back!#have a nice day friend :')

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kovacissues · 6 years ago

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There’s No Way I’m Falling (Dejan fic) Chapter 3

A/N: Okay so I never write like this, but I hope the Last part of this chapter isn’t too cringe. I hope you enjoy. - You can find the rest of my writing on this page! Warning: Sexual language/Activities (Smut)

Chapter 3: Just go be with your boyfriend

*Noémie’s POV*

It had already been a week since she had last seen Dejan, but she didn’t really feel like that at all since she had have him visit her dreams almost every night. However, today she knew she would have to face him again. There was going to be a gala in town for the footballers and her boss had told her to be there, not to work, but to get an in with the players. Mimi, however, dreaded this as she knew she sucked at Smalltalk and honestly preferred having a couple of questions tailored to the person she was talking to.

“dress formal” her boss had told her before she left work that day. This had made her panic, she knew she had one formal outfit in her wardrobe. She wasn’t much of a girly girl. Sure, she loved dresses, but only if they were somewhat down to earth, and makeup was her worst enemy. She couldn’t do a winged liner even if her life depended on it.

Grabbing the only long dress she had in her closet, she sighed as she knew today was a braless night. Of course, she was all about freeing the nipples, but she felt somewhat uncomfortable about her own breasts. What if Dejan is there and he would think she was ugly, she thought to herself. Wait, no… fuck what he thinks. She put on the black tightfitting dress and a couple of sky high heels that she had worn when joining Sergi to some Barcelona gig once.

She did her makeup classy and simple, her take on a smoky eye and a devil red lipstick. When saying smoky eye, in reality she felt like it kinda made her look like a racoon, but who cares? She liked it that way. The only thing she actually knew how to put on was her highlighter and as always, it was on point. To top the entire look off she went with a Meghan Markle inspired messy bun. Mimi wasn’t the type of girl to spend long in front of a mirror, but damn she loved her look, and hopefully at least one guy would want to take her home… she was long overdue for some fun in the bed.

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“Come on Noé… you’ll love my buddies” Stephen, one of her coworkers, tried to persuade her to meet some footballers he knew very well from parties and press gigs. Stephen was actually one of the better-looking guys she had met in England. He was 10 years older than her but he was so handsome, with dark blonde hair and green eyes and a body to die for. She only liked him as a friend though, he was like her mentor.

She stopped dead in her tracks when she realized just who his friends were, Mo Salah and a couple of other Liverpool players stood there all in suits. “The journalist girl!” Salah exclaimed in an excited tone. “you look stunning, Naomi” he added with a grin. Oh my god! Had Dejan called her that on purpose!?

Stephen chuckled a little before he introduced her officially to his friends. “This is Noémie, you can probably call her Mimi or Noé if you want though” he began and all the guys said hi to her “She’s Spanish by the way, so bear with her if the communication isn’t going perfect”. After he had stated that she playfully hit his arm and all the guys laughed.

“Your girlfriend is very charming” one guy, who she later found out was Loris Karius, said, causing Mimi to almost choke on her wine. Before she or Stephen even got a word out to defend their friendship, she heard someone behind her say “oh” and she turned around and saw Dejan stand there looking like a lost puppy. Was he upset?

“Dejan! I haven’t gotten the chance to thank you for those flowers, how could you possibly know they were my favorite?” Mimi smiled at him, but realized that he was upset. “Wait, what’s wrong?” she then asked with a worried look on her face. It killed her seeing him like that, even though she hardly knew this man.

“Just go be with your boyfriend” he said sharply to her and chugged the glass of wine he was holding. Was he… jealous? All she wanted to do was to explain how it all was a misunderstanding, but she was to slow as he had already pushed past her and walked over to another group of people. It took all the power in the world not to go after him, she felt like her heart broke watching him walk away.

She turned to the group again, feeling the tears trying to escape her eyes. “We’re not together okay? We’re just good friends and coworkers” she explained to the men, and for some reason she kept her eyes locked with Salah’s. Deep down she probably knew that he was the easiest way to Dejan. She had to admit to herself that she wished Dejan was single and that she would have a shot. Wished that she would get to know him better.

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Some hours later Mimi had talked to virtually everyone and gotten the number of quite a few guys. However, none of those guys mattered. In her desperate search for food she had lost Stephen and she was all alone. There were hundreds of people around her so she realized finding him would be close to uncomfortable. Being short also didn’t help her a lot since it made her disappear in the crowd. She felt a couple of tears fall down her face and a panic attack coming, she hadn’t experienced that for years but it all crashed in her head. She was all alone far away from “Home” far away from Spain.

She was soon sitting in a corner by herself crying like a baby, hoping nobody saw her. All those hopes disappeared when she felt someone sit next to her and touch her shoulder. “Are you okay Noémie?” Her head shot up when she heard HIS voice.

“Dejan…” she barely managed to say through the tears, her eyes scanning the man sitting next to her. “I’m just.. cómo se dice… homesick” He sat closer and held around her after she said that. She leaned her head onto his chest and he started stroking her arm to calm her down.

“I know how you feel” he eventually confessed. “When I first left Croatia I would cry so much because I felt so small and alone.. but I had Anita, my wife. Not that she was the best help in the world, but at least I wasn’t alone… and you have Stephen, I am sure he must make you feel less alone”. By now he was just rambling, trying to make her feel better.

She laughed a little “Stephen? Do you really think? We’re not… he’s not my boyfriend”. At least her tears were gone now, because the look on Dejan’s face was all that she had wished to see in her life. He looked like a mix of worry, shock and… was that… happiness? “Are you smiling Lovren?” she asked and grinned a little bit at him.

“Maybe I am” He said and leaned in closer to her “My marriage… it’s bad… I mean… I am basically single… I promise” he stuttered, and she blushed a little. Their eyes met and the only thing Mimi could think was “Kiss me you idiot”. He was so close to her and they could feel each other’s breath on their mouths.

“WHOOO GO DEJAAAAAN!” their heads snapped away from each other as they looked up at Mo Salah.

“hijo de puta” Mimi said under her breath after the Egyptian ruined their chance of kissing. She looked over at Dejan who groaned and threw the first thing he could grab after his friend.

“By all means, go back to what you were doing... use a condom!” Salah advised before running away, scared of getting hit with something harder.

“Where were we?” Dejan asked when they finally were alone again, turning towards Mimi.

“Just kiss me already” Mimi answered, and he obliged. Oh my, those lips were so soft, he really knew what he was doing. When their lips parted she looked at his face and smiled before she suddenly stood up. “let’s get out of here” where did she get this confidence from?

Dejan followed her out of the venue and she turned to him exclaiming “I’m craving Nuggets!” when they got on the street. He chuckled and looked at her “That was not where I thought this was going”. Mimi just laughed and grabbed his hand. “well we need some calories to burn off later” she said with a wink as they walked into a McDonalds.

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While eating she had discovered that Dejan and her had a lot in common. For instance, they both preferred staying inside watching movies over going to parties. They both liked Disney movies too, she figured he must’ve seen most of them because of his kids, while she had seen them because she was younger. They also had an unhealthy relationship to junkfood, both having a weakness for McDonalds.

When they reached Mimi’s apartment they wasted no time in starting to undress each other while kissing passionately. When her dress fell down at the floor, Dejan stepped back and looked at her. She panicked a little at how quiet he suddenly became, was it her breasts? Did he regret his choice?

“You’re so damn beautiful” he eventually stated and she looked at him and saw a huge smile on his face. She didn’t know what to answer him, so she just took his hand and guided him to her bedroom. When they got there he pushed her to the bed before taking off his shirt and crawl ontop of her. He flipped them over so she was ontop before resuming to kissing her. Mimi didn’t even think, she craved the footballer so badly.

She grinded onto him and she could hear a small moan escape his mouth, she took this as a sign to continue as she moved her lips to his jaw and kissed slowly from the jaw down his neck. When getting to his chest she looked up at him as she started to take off his pants, and saw him meet her eyes with a huge smile. “I need to taste you” she said and bit her lip seductively. He helped her get the pants off and took of the boxers in a quick motion and Mimi’s eyes grew when she saw him.

He just grinned looking at her expression, but that grin quickly became a moan when she started stroking him slowly. She positioned herself and took the tip of his cock into her mouth while looking him straight into his eyes. Slowly she took more and more of him until she couldn’t fit more. Just then she felt one of his hands grabbing her hair as she picked up the pace.

“I’m… I’m.. so close” as soon as he said that she stopped and moved up to his face and kissed him. He looked so frustrated and she just grinned. “not yet” she said quietly in between kissing him. “You gotta please me first” she teased and laid down on the bed next to him, hinting for him to repay the favor.

He rolled over and cupped one of her boobs in his hand while slowly licking the nipple of the other. Noémie let out a moan but quickly bit her lip to quiet herself a little bit. Dejan noticed her trying to be quiet so he playfully bit her nipple to try making her be a little loud. “Oh my! Dejan!” she screamed as he grinned. He gave the same attention to the other boob before kissing down her body and took off her underwear. She had never wanted someone as much as she wanted Dejan right now, and seeing his smirk as he slowly rubbed her pussy giving extra attention to the clitoris just made her crave him so much more. She was breathing heavily when he suddenly stopped which made her look like a deer in headlights. “I bet I can make you cum using only my dick and fingers” he teased.

“I bet you can’t” she stated, knowing very well that she had not once had a man who knew how to satisfy her. “Oh well… loser makes breakfast” he shrugged and moved up to kiss her. “I like my eggs soft boiled” she said with a wink and he rolled his eyes. Without saying a word he put on a condom and kissed her before slowly entering her making them both moan.

After ten minutes of rough and fastpaced sex, he suddenly slowed down which made Mimi go insane. It felt so good and she wanted more, she wanted him to make her scream. He obviously must have seen her desperation as he slowly started rubbing her clit while slowly thrusting in and out of her. She did not want to admit it, but she was nearing a climax. It was as if he could read her mind because just then he went faster and harder, matching the movement with his fingers while starting to kiss her neck. Fuck… no… he could not win this! “OOHHH!” she couldn’t keep it in anymore and she came, hard. Just after he had mouthed “I win” to her he also came and his eyes widened and he looked at her “I think maybe the condom broke…”

Mimi’s heart stopped for a second before she pushed him off and ran towards the bathroom. She cleaned herself up and got back to the bed. “don’t worry, I’m on the pill” she reassured him before kissing his cheek. “You want to stay the night?” she then asked to which he laughed.

“You owe me a breakfast so I might as well” he answered and pulled her close. “Goodnight… Hermosa..?” he said and kissed her head. “Goodnight” she replied and closed her eyes, smiling wide.

#Dejan Lovren #Mo Salah #mohamed salah #football fanfiction #football fanfic #soccer fanfiction #soccer fanfic

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rockmywings · 6 years ago

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Korean Crime TV Series Review#2: VOICE (보이스)

THE MAIN CHARACTERS TRIO:

Lead Male (Moo Jinhyuk “Mad Dog”): A veteran detective from Serious Crime Unit, being demoted as a leader of Golden Time Team under Emergency Call Department.

Lead Female (Kang Kwonjoo “Kang Center”): A profiler who has super hearing ability, The chief of Emergency Call Department.

second lead male Main Antagonist (Mo Taegu “Mr. Mo”): CEO of Sungwun Express, an upper-classman. Psychopath.

PLOT:

Main: To catch the criminal who has murdered both Mad Dog’s wife and Kang Center’s dad and who also committed several crimes.

Sub: To save a life who is in crucial danger from their emergency call.

OFFICIAL ENGLISH TRAILER:

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REVIEW BY GENRES:

1) Various Crimes: There are Serial Killer, Kidnapping/Abduction, Child Abuse, Gangster, Illegal Immigrant, Stalker, Human Organ Trafficking, Corrupted Company, Corrupted Police--so complete. The series touches from individual crime to organizational crime, from marginal society to upper-class community. And the gruesome of crime scene places us in reality how horror the real crime is, why they are deserved to be censored in blur like News do on TV Channel (although it’s bothersome to me who use to see gore scenes in The Walking Dead and violence in any US Crime TV Series). I like how Golden Team looks so smart along with Kang Center herself as the profiler and with a hacking skilled officer to get any information. Though, there’s one staff whose multi-language ability is seriously wasted because what she did most times are similar to the hacker, as she also seeks information through internet. However, because our protagonists come from Emergency Call Center, we see how Serious Crime Unit are always outsmarted, making us wonder if they’re a bit competent in investigating while this one should be their expertise. For example, there’s no forensic or CCTV investigation ever shown here but somehow it makes sense because all of the victims who died here are under the main antagonist’s control who could ask to be covered while Golden Team successfully rescues all victims who made the emergency call.

2) Horror Elements: A part of the success of any popular scary movie is the perfect killer. There’s no other character more interesting in the show rather than the killer himself and I can guarantee Mo Taegu would steal your attention in every of his appearance. Let me explain it: A man wearing a black raincoat with face covered behind hoodie but his devilish grin is walking closer in calm steps, a sinister voice with a gravel-like quality of his jaw cracks then strikes the fear of a tormented fresh-faced woman before brutally murdering her--that’s your first impression of him. But, it wasn’t just a typical random unfortunate person whom a serial killer encounter in the dark street with certain modus operandi, nope!! More the killer is introduced, you realize he’s a type who could appear right in front of your door or behind the window creepily, making a hiss like a dinosaur to enter your room whether he decides to kill or just intentionally scare you--we’d find he did it at least 4-5 times in the series!!! (and my fave is when Kwonjoo met his eyes behind the lookout lens of her door) And behind the mask, there’s a rich, smart, and classy-typed businessman wearing an elegant suit with charming face who enchants everyone--so charismatic. Well, there is one episode that doesn’t really makes sense when he’s brutally murdering Madam Fantasia off-screen. The body is nowhere to be found in the building while he clearly didn’t have enough time to hid it in his car unnoticeable, laundry his suit (I mean, look at how much the blood he spread on floor and wall while he killed her not under his raincoat), peeking on Kang Center who has arrived 10 minutes after the phone call only to see her reaction finding his crime scene, then come back to meeting room he left before. But fuck off the logic, once again, this is horror show; let’s enjoy every killing scene of every bone he’s crushing using his kettlebell, or grotesque art of blood he painted on the wall citing Bible quote, or when he keeps the body wrapped in his house then doing bloodbath like Elizabeth Bathory, it’s all horrifyingly entertaining. Don’t forget that his victims also made a bad move tropes to meet him and give us a death flag. As if it wasn’t enough, Taegu also has some hallucination things, how creepy it is when he stared at the policeman in the car like a supernatural horror and when he’s being murdered on his mind like a zombie scene. Although those all aren’t enough to scare me, I’m sure there are some audiences who maintain to keep watching this show with eyes peeking behind their fingers but you can’t leave it yet to see who he’d murder next and who’d be survived. You’d be surprised when it reveals he commits more crimes through his company and more number of murders he had done for years with many different sizes of his weapon that will freak you out!! And with high status to work with gangster and a certain police to cover it all whom he could just eliminate as his next murdering target if he wanted, I’ll say “Welcome to Sungwun City, Mo Taegu’s World.” He is too complete to be a psychopath, an extremely powerful evil case with intellect brain to know what he does. He could be starring his own horror movie if Voice ever made a prequel. Maybe the only thing he hadn’t done yet (or ever shown) is cooking and eating the victims' meat LOL. But seriously, as the citing bible, doing bloodbath, and keeping body or organs, comes from nowhere (that is kinda different persona from the mysterious killer in eps 1-3); the writer even can add if he was ever cannibal too.

3) The high suspense in every episode: While the main villain is horror enough, the co-villains in some emergency cases also could raise the suspension that makes you hold your chair and grit your teeth. This was the most exciting thing because you could see desperate emotions of the victims transported through the call and how The Golden Team is rescuing them, battle in countdown timer minutes by minutes, second by second. Even after the first two cases that you become to feel every rescue is predictably success, you won’t lose the suspense. Voice is directed in plot-driven like a formula one’s car and once you’re seated there, you can’t stop ‘til finish line. My fave case is the child abuse, we feel so pity and hopeless because the one who makes a call is a little boy hiding in washing machine and bleeding. The least suspense is the rescue of bus passengers as the last rescue case in eps 15, probably I’ve been pretty surfeited of the repetitive rescue (but the case is important to show how crazy Mr. Mo runs his business).

4) Full Packed Action: Well, a premise of a lead male seeks revenge for the murder of the person he loves is cliche and standard in action movies; this how Mad Dog vs Mr. Mo’s confrontation has been lead since the series prolog, we know their final battle should happen. Jinhyuk himself wouldn’t be called “Mad Dog” without reason if this genre were absent. Look how his action is performed throughout the series, especially when he beat up all the gangsters in the meat house—so intense and brutal!! Don’t ever ask his nonstop energy, this is how action genre treats the main hero. Then, I expect a same intense hand in hand combat scene as to how action movie’s climax battle should be handled, main hero and main villain are equal although it’s predictable who’d be the winner in the end. Both Mad Dog and Mr. Mo are canonly brutal, you can see the same of them staring terrifyingly and intimidating when they talked to Nam Sang Tae in different scenes; you see how strong they are. Instead, we just get a short gunfighting?! I don’t complaint the gunfighting, but I mean, can they also make a duel with Jet Kun Do vs Tae Kwon Do as the two actors have the martial art skill for real? The director could make they ran out of bullet, then fight brutally, then the cops stop them to arrest him. It’s a wasted potential because the director even had given Mad Dog’s fight against a South East Asian assassin for two episodes! However, Taegu’s ending in the rooftop scene is still satisfying. Maybe the concept of Mad Dog vs Mr. Mo kinda like Batman and Joker. Despite being evil, of course Joker is powerless compared to Batman’s strength if he ever challenged him in combat. The purpose isn’t about which one is stronger. Same as Joker provokes Batman, Taegu also enjoys provoking Jinhyuk to kill himself even by telling him how he killed his wife, to prove he’s just another monster like him. And although we see how Jinhyuk doesn't hesitate to shoot Taegu four times in the rooftop brutally, he didn’t kill him at the end as he pities his enemy. But audiences would know later how it punishes Taegu in a very cruel way unexpectedly compared to what if he just died in Jinhyuk’s hand as he wishes. And of course, he deserves it.

5) The Drama is about The Victims: As well as how the credit title is presented, it tells us that this show is about the victim’s voice in asking help that used to be abandoned by slow police procedural--including our hero and heroine’s beloved one. But not only that, the profiler’s approach to seeking the Criminal’s motive then trying to calm them, making them tremble, and feeling sympathy really reminds me of Criminal Minds; criminals can be born because they were a victim too in the past--trust me, even you’d pity Taegu in the end!

6) Almost Zero Romance:

Tbh, I don’t like the cliche that the lead male and lead female eventually hook up in the end (although I’m okay with the possible idea) so I’m glad it doesn’t happen with Voice. Even though they start to work together as a team professionally, they didn’t have to fall into an affair like duo Mulder and Scully of The X-Files. Their relationship is amazingly platonic ‘til the end as you watch them developing trust, teamwork, bond, and care to each other.

If there’s any romance ever sparking, two Kwonjoo’s staffs in Emergency Call may be hinted. The woman is cool at first while the guy is cheerful and kind of a flirt. An obsessive fan of him is even jealous of her. But as I said, it was just hinted. Their occasional heartwarming interaction may be made for taking a break in all suspense and violent cases. It wasn’t out of place since it’s just a little and eps 9 could give you space to breathe.

Well, this one depends on interpretation, but Taegu seems to have special attraction/interest of Kwonjoo sexually (of course, in a sick mind only psychopath could describe), for example when he stalked her, caressed her bed, stared at her picture, gave her a gift, happy when she found him, claimed that both of them are different from common herd, and show a disappointment that she doesn’t like it. On her profiling, Kwonjoo said why he’s “soft” at her probably because she reminds him of his mother, the only person he genuinely loves. Their chemistry is something the audiences not expecting before, especially in the rooftop scene as their climax. But I'm sure no one complaints [laughs].

Nah, the only true romance no one can’t debate is Jinhyuk’s love for his deceased wife; how he’s broken, how’s he seeks revenge, and then how he finally let it go.

OTHER POSSIBLE FLAWS:

Voice is an easy story and predictable with those action, suspense, and horror elements (although there’s still a twist); the ending is also clear, not open. The main mystery isn’t something that makes you heavily think to guess who is the culprit or suspect someone. Well, it’s enough to thrill for half series because once Taegu’s character is introduced at eps 8, the focus itself actually isn’t about a conspiracy behind the police/prosecutor institution like TvN Signal or TvN Stranger since the mastermind is the person outside it. Some audience may be fooled or even disappointed about it but I’m not (once again, I said Taegu’s character as psychopath fits more in horror tropes). The procedural pace, the variety of crimes, and the plot-driven won’t make you bored that you probably forget to ask for character development and question the logic; though, sometimes the running clock is too long to make us question if the run really happened just in 5 minutes.

The lead female’s super hearing ability is the reason why all the emergency rescues success where the title “Voice” comes from, it’s full an entertaining fiction, we know real life isn’t like that. Still, it isn’t without flaw; for example, she could amazingly hear the boy’s slow tap behind the wall through communication but she failed to hear the hitting sound Taegu made when he’s smashing Daeshik’s head in the basement right when she’s entering his house. And her ability might be useless if the criminals were smart enough to make sure there's no cellphone being kept in their victim's pocket to be able to make contacts.

OVERALL THOUGHTS:

Voice is definitely my fave Korean TV Series so far. It isn’t perfect but somehow I don’t feel this is a Kdrama at all. Look at those three main characters:

The nuance I feel around the lead female’s department and how she handles the cases is almost like when I watch US TV Series of Police Procedural Dramas (many felt like Criminal Minds mixed with 9-1-1),

the lead male’s fighting scene is like The Raid, Bourne, or John Wick (also the Surim-dong case reminds me of NCIS: New Orleans’s case “Clearwater”),

the main killer’s approach is like Wes Craven’s SCREAM and his personality is like American Psycho’s Patrick Bateman.

With these references, I don’t recommend this series to those who can’t stand to watch gruesome violence. The age rating in Korea's Standard is 19+ and if it was measured to my country's rating standard (Indonesia), it'd be 21+.

I haven’t mentioned yet that the actors and the actresses, both leads and supporting, are amazing. I don’t watch much Korean entertainment (movie and show) so this is the first time I’m introduced to them all, and suddenly both Jinhyuk’s actor (Jang Hyuk) and Taegu’s actor (Kim Jae Wook) are added to my fave list for me interested to watch their other projects. I also like the veteran actress who plays a granny in Surim-dong incident; she could act as three different characters!

I’m looking forward to Season 2 aired on 11th August 2018. Now, without Jinhyuk and Taegu’s characters anymore as their confrontation story is over; I wonder if this time The Golden Team somehow ever fails to save a life like TvN Signal and have kind of a sociopath as main villain like OCN Tunnel. Who knows? I still can’t imagine someone more psycho and charismatic than Taegu yet haha. And with a different director, it’s probably not horror as season 1 anymore, but more thriller. But most importantly, I want to see and know more about the heroine, Kang Center, she’s at least need character development since she was the core of “voice”.

#ocn voice #kdrama #lee ha na #jang hyuk #kim jae wook #review #tv series

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trueloveistreacherous · 3 years ago

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Jake and Amy finally go to Paris for their 20th anniversary, spending a lot of time saying dorky lovey-dovey things to each other in bad French accents and making each other laugh

Yeah this is exactly what I imagine for them going to Paris! And maybe they'll also wear fancy clothes and try to look classy (maybe a slow mo of the two of them lmao)

#peraltiago-headcanons #treacherousquestions

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johnboothus · 4 years ago

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We Asked 15 Spirits Pros: What Will You Be Drinking on Election Night?

The countdown to the Nov. 3 election is on. As there’s no question that the days ahead will be filled with stress as the nation votes and awaits the outcome, VinePair is turning its attention toward the less serious but still pressing decision of what to drink on election night.

To find out what the pros have chosen to help take the edge off, VinePair asked bartenders and distillers around the country what they will be pouring and shaking up for this momentous event. From historic punches and classic cocktails, to American whiskey and an aptly named natural wine, keep reading below for some expert suggestions on picking the right election night tipple.

The Best Drinks for Election Night Recommended by Spirits Pros:

Martini

Westland’s Peated American Single Malt Whiskey

WhistlePig 10 Year

Grey Goose La Poire

Dark ‘n Stormy

Green Spot Irish Whiskey

2019 Strange Days by Lightwell Survey

Old Grand-Dad 114

Daiquiri with Cañada Cloud Forest Rum

Krug Champagne

Spring44 Vodka

Luna Bay Booch’s Ginger Lemon Hard Kombucha

Ward Eight Cocktail

2006 Clos Cazals Grand Cru Oger Blanc de Blanc

Masterson’s Rye Whiskey

Fords Gin Officers’ Reserve

Keep reading for details about all of the recommended bottles!

“On election day/night, I’m going to have a Martini or two. I’m going to go to bed before the election is called, and wake up to some damn good news and a better day. (And then I’m putting Benedictine in my morning coffee.) I can’t remember the last time 2020 gave me a good morning.” — Alex Negranza, Bar Manager, MARCH and Rosie Cannonball, Houston

“To reduce my anxiety on election night, I will be drinking a dram of Westland’s Peated American Single Malt Whiskey. This Americanized Scotch has [a] great balance of peat and malt while the influence from the barrel keeps both in check. This is my favorite peated American whiskey, except for mine, of course. Hopefully, I’ll feel as even-keeled as this whiskey as the election results roll in.” — Max Pfeffer, Master Distiller, Manatawny Still Works, Pottstown, Pa.

“On election night this year, I will be drinking a WhistlePig 10 Year on the rocks. On a night like the upcoming election, anything less than 100 proof would just be unsatisfactory.” — Henry Ottrix, Bartender, Curio Bar inside Denver Central Market, Denver

“This is going to be a very long and likely stressful night, especially for those of us in the LGBTQ+ community. I’ll want something strong, classy, and comforting. I’m planning on grabbing my bottle of Grey Goose La Poire for a strong and complex Martinez riff. I like a 50/50 ratio with Martini & Rossi Rubino sweet vermouth, with just a splash of Maraschino and classic Angostura bitters, stirred nice and cold and finished off with an orange twist studded with a clove. Better yet, I can make a whole pitcher of them ahead of time and keep them in the fridge to top off my partner and roommates’ glasses every time another state is declared. So go vote right now, and then hit the liquor store.” — Ash Haussermann, Bartender, Clover Club, Brooklyn

“I will be having a Dark ‘n Stormy to summon the rain gods in hopes of good rainfall to bring us back to life. It’s all figurative, of course, but that doesn’t negate the fact that our food chains are suffering, our labor force is weakened, and our economy is in need of massive repair.” — Alba Huerta, Owner, Julep, Houston

“For election night, I’ll be drinking something a little stronger. One of my favorite whiskies is Green Spot Irish Whiskey. I like it neat, and I’ll add rocks later on to exaggerate any changes the ice brings. I like that Green Spot is light, has slow legs, a round mouthfeel, and is sweet and balanced. I always use filtered water for the ice cubes and drink from a rocks glass.” — Chris Hanson, Distiller and Winemaker, Hanson of Sonoma, Sonoma, Calif.

“Without a doubt, I will be opening a tantalizing bottle of 2019 Strange Days natural wine by Lightwell Survey, which I recently purchased at Domestique Wine. I associate natural wines with rectitude and realness. I hope this year’s election is untainted by immorality, and every voice is counted. I hope this year’s election is carried out with the same integrity natural winemakers dedicate to the production of their wines. The American people need to hear the unadulterated truth about our candidates to make an informed vote. With that being said, this bottle represents an interesting, and definitely unique, untainted presidential election. No hidden documents, no sugar-coated lies. This year we taste the truth, not Kool-Aid wine.” — Chad Henry, Bar Manager, Bammy’s, Washington, D.C.

“Old Grand-Dad 114, because it’s got a lot of flavor for a good price in case I need a second bottle that night…” — Kyle Shelgren, Bartender, Roger’s Liquid Oasis, Edgewater, Colo.

“This election night, I’ll be drinking classic Daiquiris made with Cañada Cloud Forest rum from Mexico. The Daiquiri is sharp and fresh, and I think we’ll all need something light and bright on what promises to be a long night. This JFK favorite is on the low-alcohol side, but will do well with an extra shot when the Florida returns come in. And if the numbers aren’t looking so rosy late in the evening, the Cloud Forest rum is the perfect bottle to sip on while I plan my escape to Mexico.” — James Simpson, Manager, Espita Mezcaleria, Washington, D.C.

“If it’s a win, Krug Champagne to toast, and if it’s a loss, at least it was enjoyed while watching the results, and the loss won’t be too hard to take. I think it’s the most underrated Champagne out there and probably still my favorite over even the biggest name brands.” — Piero Procida, Food & Beverage Director, The London West Hollywood at Beverly Hills, West Hollywood, Calif.

“Inspired by election night, I came up with this cocktail: ‘The Orange Russian,’ with Spring44 Vodka, Midnight Espresso Liqueur, a splash of milk, and topped with a Clementine Izze.” — Eric Vanderveen, Bartender, The Empire Lounge & Restaurant, Louisville, Colo.

“On election night, I’ll be drinking Luna Bay Booch’s Ginger Lemon hard kombucha. With 6 percent ABV, it has the boozy bite I’ll need to calm my nerves. I love that Luna Bay uses real herbs, fruits, and Yerba Mate tea, so while I’m nervously drinking, I’ll feel better about what I’m putting into my body than many of the alternatives.” — Gareth Moore, Managing Partner and Bartender, Home & Away, San Diego

“On election night, I’ve gotta reach for the Ward Eight cocktail! Not only [is it] delicious, but the history is so much fun! It is said to have been created for a politician in the 1890s to celebrate Massachusetts’ Eighth Ward delivering him the election. It’s pretty simple to make — just rye whiskey, OJ, lemon juice, and grenadine. Historically [and] politically relevant, and enough kick to get you through watching the election results!” — Jenn Tosatto, Bar Manager, Mission Taco Joint, Kansas City, Mo.

“It depends on how the night goes. I’ll almost certainly start the evening with a bottle of Champagne to celebrate the work that has gone into the campaign by myself, my friends, and thousands of other people across the country. I’ve actually got a beautiful bottle of 2006 Clos Cazals Grand Cru Oger Blanc de Blancs that is really spectacular, and I can’t wait to enjoy [it]! With any luck, I’ll be drinking Champagne for the rest of the evening. Depending on how things go, I may end up with whiskey. Neat. Specifically some of my favorite Canadian rye — Masterson’s Rye Whiskey. It’s spicy, balanced, and just a delicious spirit that’s great for most occasions.” — Gavin Humes, Director of Food and Beverage, Scratch | Restaurants Group, Los Angeles

“As an expat, I’m not eligible to vote. Usually, I’m traveling and exploring cocktail bars around the world during election season. This year, I’m staying put in Nashville with my family as to keep those around me (and myself) safe and healthy. At home, I’ll be taking inspiration from the tropical cocktail movement and make my home a vacation paradise with drinks that will take my mind to far-flung places. Given my natural affinity towards gin (surprised?), I’ll begin with a Saturn and then the Quarterdeck from Shannon Mustipher’s TIKI with Fords Gin Officers’ Reserve. But, it won’t stop there. … Depending on the result, I think I will start with a punch, such as a Spiced Apple Gin Warmer, and then move on to the Fish House Punch (gin, brandy, peach brandy, Maraschino liqueur, green tea, lemon juice, simple syrup, and Champagne!) … Lastly, just days ahead of the election, I will make the forgotten classic cocktail from Patrick Gavin Duffy’s “Official Mixer’s Manual” (1934) that he named ‘Have a Heart Cocktail’ in the hopes that people vote with their hearts.”— Simon Ford, Founder, Fords Gin, London

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