#songs on 'This One's For The Dancer And This One's For The Dancer's Bouquet'. Fully love it. Like not just as songs I think it

[prolibytherium]

I never touched it but I feel like i only ever hear positive things said about song of achilles.. in (rough strokes at least) what makes it dogshit to you?

Okay it's been a while since I actually read it so some of this might not be spot on accurate. Sorry if at any point I say 'the book never does xyz' and it actually does once or twice but I think my underlying criticisms are accurate

-Patroclus is made into like this soft gentle tender quivering little yaoi boy. In the source text, he's shown as compassionate and moved by the suffering of his own men (and apparently having some medical skill, tending to the wounded in the camp), but very much invested n combat and very, very good at it (pages worth of descriptions of the guys he's killing left and right). In this, the arguably more complex character from this 8th century BC text is flattened into Being A Healer, he doesn't want to go to war he just wants to help people, he only goes because Achilles has to but he doesn't want to fight he's a HEALER he's a gentle lover NOT A FIGHTER who just wants to help he just wants to help everyone around him he HEALS while Achilles is a doomed warrior who is so good at fighting and KILLING its a DICHOTOMY GUYS!!!LIKE THE BEAUTIFUL SUN AND MOON DOOMED LOVERS SO SAD patocluse HEALER . (I Think he's specifically characterized as being BAD at fighting but might be misremembering)

-I don't remember much about Achilles' characterization I think it just makes him less of a jackass while not adding anything of interest and levels out into being mad boring.

-Not getting into the literal millenias old debate whether the mythological characters Achilles and Patroclus were being characterized as some type of lover by the original oral sources of the Iliad or its Homeric writers. We will never know. We don't even know what (if any) culturally accepted conventions of male homosexuality existed in bronze age Greece (we know much more about their descendants). But there are some interesting elements of their characterization in this direction, with how unconventional their relationship is WITHIN the text itself- Patroclus is described as cooking for Achilles and his guests (very specifically a woman/wife's job), Achilles chides Patroclus like a father, but there's also scene where Achilles' mourning of him directly echoes a passage of Hector's wife mourning her husband, Patroclus is explicitly stated to Achilles' elder, and is overall treated as his equal or near-equal, closest confidant and most beloved friend (to the point that pederastic classical Greeks would debate over who was erastes (older authority figure lover) and who was eromenos (adolescent 'beloved')- many took it as a given that this text depicted their present-day cultural norms of homosexual behavior but it existed so Outside of these norms that it had to be debated who was who). Their relationship is non-standard both within the text and to the descendants of the civilization that wrote them.

Basically what I'm saying is this book had opportunities to like, explore the unconventionality of the relationship (being presented here as explicitly lovers), explore the dynamics of why Patroclus wants to do 'women's work' (besides being a tenderhearted softboy), the weird dynamics where they take on paternal roles to each other but also roles of wives, how they feel about being this way, and just kind of Doesn't. Which I guess isn't an intrinsic fault (because it omits much of what I just talked about to begin with). it's just like.... Lame. This book takes jsut abandons everything interesting about the source text in favor of flattening it into bland Doomed Yaoi.

-The conflict that sets off the core story of the Iliad is Achilles and Agamemnon fighting over Briseis, an enslaved Trojan woman taken by Achilles as a war-trophy, Achilles spends most of the story moping because he was dishonored by his 'trophy' being taken. Achilles and Patroclus and everyone else are raping their captives, all the women in the story are either captured Trojans (or in the case of the free women within the walls of Troy, soon to be enslaved, and are slave owners themselves). Slavery as an institution and extreme patriarchal conventions are innate to the text and reflective of the context in which it was developed. You cannot avoid it.

But obviously you can't have your soft yaoi boys doing this, so the author has them capturing women to Protect Them from the other men. Their slaves are UNDER THEIR PROTECTION and VERY SAFE (and they might even Like And Befriend Them but I might be misremembering that. Briseis does though). Our heroes have apparently absorbed none of the ideals of the culture they exist in and the author seems to think "they're gay and aren't sexually attracted to their captives" would translate to them being outright benevolent (also as if wartime sexual violence is just about attraction and not part of a wider spectrum of violent acts to dehumanize and brutalize an accepted 'enemy')

In the source text, Briseis mourns Patroclus as being the kindest to her of her captors, who tried to get her a slightly better outcome by getting her married to Achilles (which probably would be the Least Bad of all possible outcomes for a woman in that situation, becoming a legal wife instead of a slave), and wonders what will happen to her now that he's gone. This is a really really sad, horrible, and compelling dynamic which could be fleshed out in very interesting ways but is instead is tossed entirely aside in favor of them being Besties. Like brother and sister.

All of the above pisses me off so much. If you don't want to engage in the icky parts of ancient/bronze age Greece then don't write a retelling of a story taking place in bronze age Greece. I'm not gonna get mad at children's adaptations of Greek myths or silly fun stories loosely based on them for omitting the rape and slavery but it is SO fundamental to the Iliad. If you're not willing to handle it, either fully omit it or better yet set your Iliad inspired yaoi in an invented swords-and-sandals setting where you can have all your heartbreaking tragic doomed lovers plot beats and not have to clumsily write around the women they're brutalizing.

-The author didn't seem to know what to do with Thetis and she made her just like, Achilles bitch mother who spends most of the story trying to separate our Yaoi Boys (iirc her disguising Achilles as a girl and hiding him on Scyros is made to be more about getting him away from Patroclus than trying to save her son from his prophesied doom in the Trojan War) until she sees how much they loooove each other and I think helps Patroclus' spirit get to the afterlife or something in the end?

-This is more of a personal taste gripe but it has that writing style I loathe where the prose feels less like a story and more like an attempt to string together Deep Beautiful Hard Hitting Poetic Lines that will look great as excerpts on booktok (might predate booktok but same vibe). It's all very Pretty and Haunting and Deep but feels devoid of real substance.

I really like The Iliad and The Odyssey in of themselves. They're fascinating historical texts that give a window into how 8th century BC Greeks told their stories, saw their world, interpreted their ancestors, etc. And genuinely I think these texts have 'good' characters, there's a lot of complexity and humanity to it.

WRT the Iliad- all of the main Achaeans are pretty fascinating, the one singular part where Briseis Gets To Talk and laments her situation is great, Achilles fantasizing that all of the Trojans AND the Achaeans die so he and Patroclus alone can have the glory of conquering Troy (wild), Achilles asking to embrace Patroclus' shade and reaching out for him but it's immaterial (and the shade being sucked back underground with a 'squeak' (the squeak kinda gets me it's disturbing and sad)), Hecuba talking about wanting to tear out Achilles' liver and eat it in a (taboo, exceptioally pointed) expression of rage and grief for his mutilation of her son's corpse, just one tiny line where the enslaved women performing ritual wailing for their dead captors are described as using it as an outlet to 'grieve for their own troubles' is heartrending, etc. A lot of grappling with anger and grief and the inevitability of death, a lot of groundwork laid for characters that could be very interesting when expanded upon in the framework of a conventional novel.

And Song Of Achilles really doesn't do much with all that. I know a lot of my gripes here are kind of just "It's different from the Iliad", I would have thought of it as mostly mediocre and forgettable rather than infuriating if it wasn't a retelling (and I DEFINITELY have strong biases here). But I think the ways in which it is different are less just a product of a retelling (of course there's going to be omissions and differences) and more a complete and utter disinterest in vast majority of its own subject matter, to the book's detriment. I think a retelling has a point when it EXPANDS on the source, or provides a NEW ANGLE to the source. This book doesn't Really do either, it just shaves off the complexity of its source material, renders the characters into a really boring archetype of a gay relationship, and gives very little else. Its content boils down to a middling tragic romance that has been inserted into the hollowed out defleshed skeleton of the Iliad.

Bottom line: I definitely would not be as mad about it if I wasn't familiar with the source material but I think it's fair to expect a retelling to Engage with/expand on its source, and I also think it's weak purely on its own merits. This book was set up to disappoint Me specifically.

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Wallter x very romantic/flirtious!reader

Basically; Reader is a very romantic and courteous gentleman (gender-netural) who lays the flirting thick and cheesy, and acts very suave, Literally indulges in all love languages like gifting, physical touch, etc. And will sing a whole entire love song with back up singers and do dances to prove their love-

Did I request this because I just remembered that Mark actually never gave flowers to Wallter? Yes.

Oof every now and then I remember that :((

.........

It didn't take long for Wallter to realize your affections for him.

From the moment you met him in the Flatgrass fields, in fact, you were falling head over heels, determined to woo the concrete man.

Your floor was dedicated to romantic things (plus in your universe, you were a celebrity of sorts), which he's seen before on his trips in the elevator, so he thought some of your flirtatious gestures and words were....a bit over-the-top and silly.

Surely that's how you acted with everyone, right?

Well..all of that changes when one evening, you show up to his home and surprise him with flowers, deciding to profess your love.

Even if you were rejected, you would be okay with it, knowing you at least got to express your honest feelings.

It was a simple bouquet of daises, but it was enough to stun him into silence for the longest time...which made you worry that you've come off too strongly.

Then he suddenly looked sad, and you fully expected a rejection there.

However, instead Wallter accepted the bouquet and invited you inside, where he opens up to you about his divorce.

At first you feel terrible, never knowing he and Mark had a relationship in the first place.

But he reassures you that it's his fault for not mentioning that, and he's since healed from it and is ready for someone new. Someone who made him feel special and won't stomp on his love for concrete.

Gifting him flowers was something Mark never did in the six years they've been married. And while a simple thing to anyone else, it meant so much to Wallter that they came from you.

He admits to liking you as well, and you couldn't be happier.

To make sure he felt extra special, you dialed your romantic gestures up to 11 and kept up the cheesy and suave remarks about how handsome he is, how you love reading his poetry (even writing some poems yourself), and spoiling him after a hard day's work.

Pretty soon everyone who visited the elevator knew you two were dating. Even the damn Fish.

Funny enough, Wallter doesn't feel like he depends on wet cement as much as he used to.

Of course he still enjoys it from time to time, but now it's not every day.

For your one-year anniversary, you bring him and the other occupants to your floor where there's a stage and put on a hell of a show, singing a song about love and even having your own backup singers and/or dancers performing alongside you.

That was the most beautiful thing Wallter bore witness to. So much so it brought tears to his eyes, knowing you were serious and fully committed to being his partner.

Folly sometimes taunts him about his heart getting broken again, knowing that he's afraid to repeat the past and still thinks of Mark in his dreams.

"Sometimes, you wish [y/n] was that mannequin instead. You haven't truly let go of him. You never will."

"Maybe not, but [y/n] knows my past with him. And they've accepted it regardless. They've made me feel ten times more loved and appreciated, and that's all I could ask for."

"...but it won't last forever."

"Maybe not, but until then I'll cherish every moment with them."

[hypocriticaltypwriter]

Hi! To be perfectly honest I can’t tell if you selfship or not but here’s these in case you do!! If not, you can use this ask as an opportunity to talk about your fav fictional characters!! :D

🕺 Do you and your F/O dance together?

👁 What's your favorite physical trait of your F/O? What's their favorite physical trait as yours?

🤹 What's some of your favorite personality traits of your F/O's? And their's of yours?

AAAA TYSM for the ask!!! Yes, I do selfship/self insert stuff and will happily answer with a few from the fandoms im in teehee~💜💜

The Lost Boys: Chrysta and David

🕺 Do you and your F/O dance together?

David is DEFINETLY not a big party dancer I feel (surprise surprise) so Chrysta would probably have to go find Marko and or Paul to dance with her.

But in the prequel script he does a little waltzing with the lovely princess Anastasia- even if he's a bit rusty at it.

He doesn't do a lot of waltzing with Chrysta... Given that, I think that was a rare genre to find in the late 80s era. But if a slow dance song comes on around the boardwalk or on Paul's boom box, he'll sway along to it with Chrysta held snugly in his arms or around her waist with his chin atop her head.🖤

Eddsworld: Kim and Tord

👁 What's your favorite physical trait of your F/O? What's their favorite physical trait as yours?

Im not sure if it really counts as a physical trait or not, but Kim just loves Tords accent. Especially when he purposefully says certain things in Norsk or makes sure his accent is very strong saying something in English. He just likes how she seems to melt at it. ❤️

As surprising as some would think, Tord likes the beauty marks on Kims cheeks. It's kind of like her own matching physical traight to his horn hair in some way. He also likes tracing them or poking her cheeks where they are.🧡

ROTTMNT: Tamsin and Donnie

🤹 What's some of your favorite personality traits of your F/O's? And their's of yours?

Tamsin loves how much of a hopeless romantic Donnie can be. When this turtle wants woo his girlfriend he commits to it fully and goes all in for her. She loves it greatly, given they both are aware how hard it is for him to have his lovey dovey moments when he's occupied with personal projects... Sometimes Tamsin does wish he wouldn't deliver like- six bouquets of roses to her front door when her parents are home and need an explanation...🧡

Donnie can't exactly pick one thing he loves about Tamsin. Her confidence in just being herself is truly something he respects and is proud to watch grow every day. Especially when she handles more social interactions or situations, or when she goes all protective girlfriend if he isn't in the mood to be bothered or interacted with. Or when she initiates physical affection or just any form of affection at all, he definetly feels more at ease when he doesn't need to explain or ask and she just knows.💜

TYSM for the ask~!!!

[victoria-daydreams]

The Night We Met

Chapter Two: Hold Me Closer, Tiny Dancer

AN: Winnie’s hidden superpower is unknowingly radicalizing Edward further lol. I’m sorry this took so long to post, I have been so busy with my job, I didn’t think it would take that long to get this posted. Once again, thank you, thank you, for the support this story is getting!

This chapter is a long one and my girl is going through it.

Word Count: 5.0k

Trigger Warnings: a complete lack of knowledge about ballet tbh, stalking, obsessive behavior, abduction

Chapter Three: Beauty & The Beast

Classical music blared through the sound system enveloping the large auditorium with its melodies. On the stage, lights shone down on a group of ballerinas, dancing with the enchanting music. The audience was completely mesmerized by the performance in front them, their attention fully devoted to the dancers as they gracefully moved across the stage. Their extravagant costumes sparkled as they twirled, leaped, and swayed.

Winnie followed her fellow ballerinas in a circle of  chasses while glancing at the audience periodically. She was searching for a certain someone in the sea of faces in front of her. Her surroundings began to spin as she twirled en pointe in the center of the stage. 

“Where is he?” she wondered.

He promised he'd be here. There were so many people in the crowd, how could she assure herself that Edward was here? Winnie’s gaze drifted from the audience and to the young girl mimicking her every move. Every turn and extension were precise and elegant, she was dancing her heart out. She felt pride course through her veins watching Leah.

The music reached its climax and Winnie preformed a powerful grand jete, her routine soon coming to an end. The next movements flowed from her body with ease. She didn't even have to think about them while dancing; She swung her foot around, landing in fourth position and struck her final pose as the song ended.

Applause and cheers broke out, it was well deserved after expressing a story with so much beauty and passion. Winnie and the other dancers stepped forward, curtsying daintily. Remaining bent down in a bow, Winnie took the opportunity to scan the audience with her dark brown eyes. Sitting in the third row was Louisa, Jane, and Lark; all of them on their feet just like everyone else. Of course, she was happy that they were there, but she wanted to share this moment with Edward as well. She knew he enjoyed opera, so hopefully this wasn’t too far off from his taste.

Winnie straightened herself up and glided off the stage with the other dancers as the curtain closed behind her. Once in the backstage area, Leah immediately threw herself into Winnie’s arms.

"How did I do? Did my pirouettes look right? I know I struggled with them and..."

Winnie pulled back, “Oh Leah, you were wonderful!” she exclaimed, beaming proudly. "You were the epitome of what a ballerina should be,” she added, embracing her again. “I’m very proud of you, all those nights of practicing hard paid off,”

Leah pulled away this time, her grin reflecting Winnie’s. "Really?"

"Really,"

She hugged Winnie one more time before running off to find her friends. A tired sigh pushed through Winnie’s lips, wanting nothing more than to rest her feet after a long night. She weaved in and out through the dancers, teachers, and photographers until she reached her small, dressing room. Gently, she pushed the door close and leaned against it briefly before walking to her vanity. Winnie froze mid-step when her eyes landed upon what was on top of the dresser. It was a bouquet of flowers, they were not there before her performance.

She moved forward, taking a closer look at the mysterious gift. The bouquet was comprised of red tulips, yellow irises, and parrot lilies, all complimented by the lavenders and whites of heather flowers. A note was snugly fit between the flower petals and Winnie carefully pulled it from its resting place. Sitting down on the stool, she flipped the note open.

This very thing you were born with pleases us all. It's even capable of making men fall, while only experienced by few it's treasured by all. What am I?

Before even the last word was read, a warm smile lit up Winnie’s face, giggles bubbling from her. Her concern vanished about the gift, she knew exactly who it was that left this for her.

“Beauty,” a voice answered, causing her to whirl around. “The answer is beauty,” he repeated, walking to her.

Winnie dropped the note on the dresser and rose from her seat. She was taken aback by Edward’s appearance, he had cleaned up quite well. His usual slightly baggy clothes he wore was replaced with a slick black suit that fit his body very nicely. His hair looked shorter, too. Like he actually got it cut and styled for tonight.

“Eddie, you made it,” she said happily. “I was so worried when I couldn’t find you in the audience,”

He smiled boyishly, “I promised you I would be here, didn’t I?” Edward replied, placing his hands on her hips.

“The bouquet is beautiful,”

“Not as beautiful as you were on that stage,” Edward stated, his arm sliding around the small of her back, “You were radiant tonight,” he added, slowly guiding her back to the vanity until her back ran into the ledge of it.

He pulled Winnie closer to him, her nose gently bumped against his. Edward kissed her, soft and fleeting.

“As you were dancing on stage,” he began, his lips grazing hers. “The lights created a halo around your emerald green cloaked body,” he said, tucking his face into neck.

Edward began to trail light kisses down her neck towards her collarbone, grinding his hips into hers. Winnie’s head fell back, ragged breaths coming from her in puffs.

Winne let herself sink down onto the table, “Eddie, we’re in public,” she reminded shakily, “A-Anyone could walk in,” she warned lamely, her legs wrapping around his waist.

“I locked the door behind me,”

Edward sought out her lips, initiating an open-mouthed kiss. Winnie’s hands slid over the muscles of his back, while his, hiked up her romantic style ballet skirt revealing the flesh colored tights covering her toned legs. Abruptly, Edward pulled away from her lips and knelt in front of Winnie, causing her to raise her eyebrows in confusion. Reverently, he untied one ballet slipper and then the other. He ran his hands up her calf, enjoying the smoothness of the tights.

“The only word that comes to my mind when I think of beauty and of perfection, is you,” Edward breathed, still staring at her as if the very ground she walked on was holy and divine.

Winnie moved her hands to the elastic band of her ballet tights, slightly raising up from the vanity just enough to shimmy them off of her half way. Carefully, Edward hooked his fingers underneath rolled up tights and gliding the delicate material down her legs. The sensation made her eyes flutter close. Suddenly, she felt the brush of his nose against the bare skin of her calf, his warm breath fanning across her. It made goosebumps erupt all down her arms.

“What is mine, but only you can have?” he asked, spreading her legs apart.

A strangled moan escaped from Winnie as hot kisses began to run along her inner thigh. She grabbed a fistful of his hair encouraging to go higher.

“My heart,”

~~~x~~~

Radio silence.

That’s as best as she could describe the sudden and baffling disappearance of Edward from her life. It had been two weeks since the ballet show and then it was like he fell off the face of the planet. He never returned her calls. Never responded to her texts. Just silence.

Winnie wondered had she done something wrong, but she couldn’t come up with a single thing. They had slept with each other twice and never actually went on a formal date, so she couldn’t say they were “official”. She guessed he felt no obligation to their relationship hence, his ghosting of her. Still, it hurt, she thought they were more than a one stand. Well, two really, but life had to go on there was no sense in moping about it. Besides, she could be in a worst predicament.

She could be the Mayor of Gotham.

The murder of the Mayor was shocking, but not surprising. Come on, it’s Gotham, elected officials being killed is the norm at this point. If there hasn’t been at least one attempt on your life, can you really call yourself a true Gotham government official? Joking aside, people die everyday and the Mayor just happened to be one of those people, not much she could do. However, she did start brainstorming on how she would be able to secure more money for the arts program from the next mayor.

Until then, it was back to serving heaps of plates to customers at the diner. The same, monotonous routine.

"Hi," Winnie would greet, smiling at a customer. Her notepad in one hand while pulling the pen from her apron. "Do you know what you'd like?"

Repeating that script every five minutes wouldn’t have been so terrible if she also got to see her new favorite customer, but she didn’t. Edward no longer came to the diner to have his usual, a latte and a slice of pumpkin pie. And it wasn’t a gradual process of him frequenting the diner less and less, he just stopped coming all together. Edward, for all intents and purposes was avoiding her. The diner staff, mainly Jane and Lark, were happy to see him go.

“There’s something unnerving about that guy. Honestly Winnie, you’re better off without him,”

“So that explains why you were trying to throw me at every guy in your line of vision at that Halloween party,”

Winnie was not surprised by her attitude, Jane never liked Edward to begin with. But for Winnie, his absence left her feeling strangely empty inside. Which is quite remarkable since she had only known him for a few weeks at best and yet it felt like a lifetime for her. If nothing else, she could always rely on Frankie to her cheer up. He was more than happy to reclaim his title as “Winnie’s favorite regular”. Slowly, Winnie’s life was returning back to normal as it could be living in a city like Gotham.

Only a day later, that normality was shattered instantly.

The morning shift was always chaotic and loud, but this day was different. Her eyes, they were glued to the small TV mounted to the ceiling of the diner, incapable of looking away from the screen just like everyone else there. The Riddler, that’s what he’s calling himself, footage of his live streams were playing on the news. Wonderful, another masked vigilante running around the city was just what everyone needed. At first, Winnie shrugged it off and went back to sweeping the floor behind the counter. There wasn’t anything she could do, plus she wasn’t some corrupt government official so she really didn’t have anything to worry about.

“What does he mean he wants to ‘cleanse’ Gotham?” a customer asked.

Every muscle within Winnie’s body froze, the broom in her hands stuck hovering over the floor. Slowly, she craned her neck back in the direction of the television, this time paying more attention to the maniac in the mask. Winnie felt something deep in her move. It was like she knew him, but that’s insane, right? She couldn’t possibly know this murderer, yet there was something so familiar about him. The mannerisms, those....glasses, that.....voice. When that little feeling of realization washed over Winnie, she felt like it hit her with full force causing her to clutch her stomach.

“Oh my God,” Winnie thought.

"I think I'm gonna be sick," she muttered.

Quickly, she moved towards the restroom, tossing the broom aside before pushing the door open. She only just made it to one of the sinks when she doubled over, her body trembling. Winnie dry heaved a couple of times, but nothing came out. She couldn’t tell if she was relieved or disappointed by that.

“Oh, I’m in such deep shit!” she breathed, her chest rapidly rising and falling.

Winnie couldn’t flat out prove that it was him, but if gut instincts were anything to go by then her gut was shouting at her through a megaphone. She also knew she couldn’t go to the police, they would be quick to implicate her in his crimes. The police needed a scapegoat at the moment and she would not be offering herself up on a silver platter.

“Maybe the police will do their job for once,” she rationalized, beginning to pace up and down the restroom. “Right?” she asked herself, now wringing her hands together.

Saying nothing was a death sentence for The Riddler’s next victim, while speaking up could condemn a potentially innocent man. In the end, Winnie decided on the worst decision she could think of in this situation. Pretending to be blissfully ignorant of everything around her.

~~~x~~

With every passing day the tension grew higher and higher in Gotham, it was like the city was in a pressure cooker. The symbol of The Riddler, a simple question mark, was everywhere. It was inescapable: news coverage, graffitied walls she had to walk pass, or the graffitied buses and subways she rode. The curved punctuation mark tormented her, mocking her for the vow of silence she selfishly took. Little did she know the true torment had merely just begun.

It started off with small, albeit strange things happening to her and her surroundings. In Winnie’s apartment, items were being mysteriously moved in places she didn’t recall originally putting them. That’s when she also noticed some of her clothes began disappearing and she knew for sure she had folded them and put them in the drawer. Just this week, her favorite shorts to dance in had up and vanished. Winnie began to wonder if her own paranoia was starting to mess with her head or if she should be legitimately concerned.

Her vindication came in the form of the soft and subtly elegant tune of Swan Lake emanating from her record player after a long night of ballet practice. That record player had been unplugged for weeks. Winnie’s key to her apartment remained stuck in the lock, her blood running cold. Only one person knew her undying love of Swan Lake and Tchaikovsky.

“Is...he behind this door?” she thought.

Winnie let out a shaking, heavy breath and slowly turned the key. She swung the door open, hoping to catch him off guard. Only, instead, it was her who was completely unprepared at what she was staring at.

Winnie was paralyzed in fear, to the point she felt like her feet were glued down to the floor. Her gym bag slid off her shoulder with a soft thud, the sound barely registering with her. Next to the record player was her sewing mannequin, dressed in the costume, she was supposed to wear in the next show. There was a message scrawled on her whiteboard calendar.

Can’t wait to see you in this for your performance. :)

“He’s….he’s been fucking watching me, stalking me,” Winnie whispered in horror.

Sleep did not come easy that night, if any came at all.

The next incident happened on a Saturday afternoon. Winnie finally had a day to herself, free to do whatever she wanted and it was the perfect day to run errands and do chores she had been putting off. Grocery shopping, check. Clean her apartment up, check. Laundry, done. It was a busy morning for Winnie and a well deserved nap was in store for her, so that’s what she did. With her feet up and earbuds in, she lounged on her couch listening to a playlist of Debussy. The last she heard before drifting off was the quiet melody of Clair de lune.

When she woke hours later, Winnie’s eyes fluttered open, her vision blurred with sleep. She blinked a few times to readjust her eyes and slowly gazed around the still sunny living room—this wasn’t the living room. Winnie was in her bedroom, tucked underneath the covers. She inhaled sharply, her gaze lowering to her hands now feeling a foreign object between them. It was a single rose, perfectly placed in between the fingers of her hands that were on top of each other.

Suddenly, the sound of violins playing sent Winnie scrambling to get out of the covers. She searched the room wildly, this tune, she recognized the song. ‘The Sleeping Beauty’. Winnie felt panic bubbling within, her chest heaving up and down. Pressing a fist in her mouth did nothing to suppress the screams that tore from her throat.

Winnie’s teary eyes flickering across the room, waiting for him, to come out his from his hiding place. That’s when her eyes zeroed in on her vanity, her mirror had been defaced. The glass was covered in red writing, Winnie lowered her gaze to the red lipstick that was uncapped and undeniably the culprit of the marks on the mirror. Her eyes bounced back to the message on her mirror.

Roses are red

Violets are blue

Please don’t think I’m not missing you

Another earsplitting screech erupted from Winnie that barely her fist could contain. Lightly sobbing, she crumpled to the floor, her body shaking from the crippling fear that was consuming her.

~~~x~~~

A few days had passed and things had quieted down in her apartment, something that should’ve brought her peace but instead freaked Winnie out more. Nothing was moved out of place, her clothes weren’t going missing, no more messages, and she remained untouched if she fell asleep on her couch. The sudden influx of activity in her apartment to abrupt stillness made her uneasy. Being terrorized in her own home was starting to take it’s toll on her.

“Winnie, you look like shit,” Jane said, sliding into the seat across from her.

 “Trust me, I know,” she replied, mindlessly playing with her lunch.

Bags had formed underneath her eyes, dark bags, which she didn’t even bother to hide with makeup. She was too tired to try.

“Are you alright?” Jane asked softly. “We’re all worried about you,” she added.

“I’m just tired and stressed. Really, really stressed,” Winnie explained, her eyes never reaching her coworker’s.

“Winnie,” Jane called, her voice taking on a serious tone. “You know you can tell me anything, right?”

Winnie opened mouth, almost ready to her spill guts about everything she’s been enduring, but changed her mind at the last minute.

“Yeah,” she replied. “I’m fine though, honestly,” she reassured, a half grin on her lips. “I just need rest,” she added.

“Then get some,” Jane stated. “Go, I’ll cover for you,”

That conversation kept replaying itself in her head, and how she was a hair’s breadth away from getting help, but didn’t; she didn’t want Jane to get in dragged into this. Grabbing a water bottle from the refrigerator, Winnie raised her head up from behind the door and closed the only source of light in the room. When she spun around she was greeted with a figure towering over her. The bottle fell from her grasp and a shriek almost escaped her lips, but the man quickly covered her mouth and nose with a cloth, muffling her screams. A strong whiff of chemicals went up Winnie’s nostrils as she clawed at the man’s hands, and the more she fought back the harder he pressed the cloth against her face.

She could feel her body her giving out, darkness creeping at the corner of her eyes. Winnie tried to scream at the top of her lungs, but that all came out was a weak grunt and the man quietly shushed her as she sank down into his arms. The last thing Winnie saw before everything slowly faded to black was the bespectacled eyes of a man wearing a leather mask.

~~~x~~~

With a quiet groan, Winnie slowly regained consciousness, struggling to lift her eyelids. She felt groggy and dizzy, as if she had a hangover. The dull sensation of numbness spread across her body, and her mouth felt dry and itchy, like there was a cotton ball lodged in her throat. Distress must've shown on her face as she suddenly felt fingers reach out and gently smooth some hair back from her face, tucking the hair behind her ear. Another groan escaped Winnie.

“Why does everything hurt? What happened?” Winnie thought, as she tried to piece together what was going on, but it was hard to focus with the loud pounding in her head.

“Shh, you’re okay,” a familiar voice soothed.

Winnie’s eyes snapped open, her vision still slightly blurred. Her breath hitched in her throat, while her stomach began to churn. In any other circumstance, she would’ve found his voice and his soft gestures endearing, but now it left her feeling sick. However, she couldn’t ignore that in some twisted way, her heart fluttered by the mere presence of him. The panic rising in Winnie effectively cleared her mind and helped the events of the last hour come rushing back to her.

Slowly, Winnie lifted her head up and there she was, eye to eye with a still masked Edward, or should she say, The Riddler. Fear gripped her and she goes to push him away from her, only to find that her hands refused to move. She was bound with hemp rope at her wrists and ankles. Frantically, she tried to break her restraints even letting out a desperate scream only for it to come out muffled.

The reason she felt cotton in her mouth was because there actually was.

“Winnie stop, or you’ll hurt yourself,” Edward said, his tone lecturing.

She shouted a muffled “fuck you” towards him, can’t believing the audacity of him to be chiding her in this situation. Edward sighed only shaking his head before bending down to be on the same eye level with her.

“I'm going to untie this gag from your mouth, but you can't scream if I do, okay?" he informed, leaning forward and positioning his face inches from hers. “Because if you scream then it has to go back on, and I don’t want to be forced to do that,”

Winnie glared at him, rage coursing through her veins. He’s framing this like’s it her fault somehow. She would be causing him pain if she didn’t remain quiet about her own abduction. Her hands began to shake in her restraints. Edward was the one that abducted her. He is the reason she is currently bound to a chair and gagged. She is the one who is in pain.

After a tense couple of seconds, she slowly nod her head in agreement, a glare still on her face. Edward reached his hands out untying the knot of the bandana and removing the cloth from her mouth.

“There, much better,” he muttered, and took a step away from her. "How is your head feeling?"

Her glare deepened, "Fucking fantastic Edward,” Winnie hissed bitterly. “Nothing feels better than being drugged," she added, watching him pull his mask off.

She wasn’t sure what reaction she was expecting from him, maybe shame or even guilt. Winnie was not expecting him to start smiling at her, it was almost like he was relieved.

“Oh, have I missed your sarcasm, Winnie,” Edward breathed, placing his mask on a nearby table. “And I have missed so many things about you,” he continued, approaching her again. “I missed the way your eyes crinkle when you laugh, how radiant you are when dancing, biting your bottom lip when I give you a riddle to solve.” he listed, circling around her as a predator would stalk its prey.

“I don’t see how since you’ve been watching me this whole time,” Winnie bit out.

“You’re right,” he admitted casually. “But watching through a camera and watching in person are two very different things,” he clarified, and shiver went down her spine at the statement. Out of nowhere, he stooped down to sniff her hair. “I also missed the way your hair smelt of honey or pomegranate,” Edward remarked, nuzzling his nose into her coils. “Today, it smells of honey,” he noted.

“I guess you would also know my hair products because you’ve broken into my apartment several fucking times!”

“A great deal more than that actually, Winnie Fiona O’Connor,” Edward corrected calmly, and her body tensed. “I know: your bra size, exact foundation shade you wear for summer and winter, ring size, social security number, passwords to your phone and laptop—which I should commend you for keeping your laptop camera covered not most people do-“

“Stop!” Winnie yelled, eyes clenched shut and her body trembling.

“And your kindness, how could I ever forget the very thing that drew me to you like a magnet,” he continued, softly running the back of his fingers along her jawline before she jerked away. “Everyone else saw me as a loner, a weirdo, but not you. You were different than them,”

“You-You disgust me-“

“Why haven’t you went to the police then?” Edward asked curiously, tilting his head. “You’re an intelligent woman, Winnie. I imagine you must’ve known it was me for quite some time,” he went on. “Maybe you’ve known from the very beginning,” he suggested. “And yet you remained silent this whole time,” he pointed out, pacing in front of her. “Maybe it was because you missed me. You did miss me, didn’t you?” he asked, coming to a stop to look at her.

Winnie had the feeling he wouldn't say anything else until she spoke it out loud, the truth. And that was she did miss Edward, but she couldn’t—no, wouldn’t admit that out loud to him. Instead, she let her silence be her answer, something he smirked at, because he knew she did miss him. Winnie merely stared at Edward, still frustrated and upset with herself for still having feelings for him.

“If I did go to the police,” she said, finally breaking the silence. “You would’ve end up murdering me on your next live stream,” she retorted.

“No!” Edward snapped, his features darkening. 

And for a brief moment, Winnie saw it. The anger that was always brimming at the surface; just like in the clips she saw online. He was a like a volcano, ready to erupt at any given time. Edward suddenly lunged towards her causing her to flinch and emit a startled whimper as he took a hold of her bound hands.

“I wouldn’t hurt you,” he stated, his hand squeezing hers more out of excitement than comfort. “I haven’t hurt you,” he said feverishly, his breath coming out in uneven, rapid bursts. “Remember, that night on your living room couch we agreed,” he continued, kissing her knuckles.

Winnie shook her head vigorously, “No,” she breathed.

“Yes, yes, we agreed that this city needed to be cleansed,” he recalled, and she refused to look at him. His fingers wrapped themselves around her chin, forcefully bringing her eyes to his again. “You said it yourself Winnie, ‘there’s not enough bleach in the world to get rid of the stain of corruption in Gotham’,” Edward repeated.

Winnie’s stomach dropped, hearing her words twisted to mean something completely else. Edward’s hands moved to cup her cheeks, his gaze piercing.

“You see Gotham like I do,” he said, nodding his head. “A city that needs to be purged of its sins,” he explained, softly stroking her skin.

Winnie shook her head again, “That’s not what I meant, and you-you know that,” she responded. “You will not use my words as license to murder and terrorize this city,”

“Winnie,” he began, dropping his thumb to her mouth and tracing her lips with the pad of his finger. “I’m trying to clean this city up so the little guys can stand a chance here,” Edward informed, dragging the plump flesh apart.

“You’re scaring people, that’s what you’re doing,”

“I also wanted to make the city safer for you,”

Winnie gasped, her breath getting involuntarily caught in her throat. Edward crouched down in front of her, beginning to untie the rope from her left ankle.

“It wasn’t originally in my plans, but them I met you and look at what this city has done to you, Winnie,” he said, tossing aside the rope and massaging the bone. “You become a victim of assault and an attempted robbery and what do the police do? Nothing,” he reminded, freeing her other ankle.

She flexed her feet, grateful for the circulation flowing to her toes again. This was it, this was her chance to escape. Once he undid the rope across her chest and the rope on her wrists.

“You and your colleagues are stretched thin when it comes to funding for the arts program and what does the Mayor do? Nothing,” Edward said, answering his own question again.

“Stop trying to make yourself seem noble from what you’re doing,” Winnie said, a scowl on her face before glancing down to her wrists and rubbed the angry, red skin.

“Do you think you’re being noble, defending Gotham, a city that is not worthy enough of your presence?” Edward questioned, gripping the chair on each side effectively keeping her trapped.

She turned her attention back to him and her heart skipped a beat as his penetrating green eyes looked right through her dark brown ones.

“I could run, one well placed kick to the groin or the shin would do it...” she thought. “So, why aren’t I doing it?”

Edward looked deep into her eyes, keeping the full force of his stare on her and Winnie knew, she knew that he saw the realization in her eyes at the validity of his point.

“Let me give you a city worth living in Winnie,” he whispered. “Worthy of someone like you,” he added, running his hand over her hair.

Edward rested his forehead against hers their noses brushing against each other. Unconsciously, she found herself leaning into the touch. She could hear every breath he took. How could she not hate him for terrorizing for weeks? Abducting her this very night from her home? Slowly, painfully slow, Winnie was beginning to wonder if she was losing her mind.

“This is wrong Eddie,” Winnie whispered back.

“What’s wrong is that you’re an angel living in Hell,”

Edward pressed a feather light kiss to her lips and went to pull away, but Winnie cupped his face with her hands, pulling him back to deepen the kiss.

“Tonight, you belong to me,” he murmured, smirking against her lips.

[pandoricpies]

A Withered Rose

(Spoilers ahead!!) Sad hours short story involving a very sad Avalon (based off of a drawing by @treeganart)

"They'll be fine"- his older brother's words rung like sharp bells in his head. Avalon gripped the handle of the cold mug in his hand, tears stinging the back of his eyes.

He was never much of a drinker. Had a few beers every now and then, but nothing worth noting. Now here he sat, chugging down his third with a pain in his chest. He never even liked the stuff.

The man sighed, examining the now empty mug. He was in a secluded bar, one that not many visited, except for the outcasts: witches, wizards, magic-wielding criminals, and now himself. A man who had done nothing but play by the rules. Nothing to deserve all of the destruction and death he had witnessed in his life.

“Another?” A deep voice erupted from above him. The bearded, heavy-set bartender asked, looking down at the man. Avalon gave a short nod of his head, resting his face in his hands. The one good thing about being down in this old wooden shack that smelled of old liquor and sick was that he didn't have to wear that blasted hood. He'd only done it in the first place on Fripp's orders for 'self-preservation'.

Fripp- just another thing that had gone wrong in his life.

"You know something Avalon? Never thought I'd see you down here. Your troublemaker brother on the other hand, he was one of my regulars back in his youth. Heh, still is." The older man chuckled, filling up the glass mug. He placed it back down in front of Avalon, leaning his arms against the bar top.

"I still remember Elizabeth bursting in that door one day you came with him, in a panic because she couldn't find either of-" The man stopped abruptly, swearing under his breath.

"I-I'm sorry. Your brother told me what happened. Ah- she was a good one that las." He sighed, lowering his head.

"Yeah. " Avalon mumbled, anger filling his voice. Grief, anger, grief, anger- he wished his emotions would sort themselves out.

"I know you two had a thing-"

“Can we please not talk?" Avalon interrupted him, looking the man dead in the eyes. The other nodded his head regretfully, moving along to another patron farther down the bar.

He'd never really learned how to deal with emotions. Often the people around him were affected when he did experience them. Elizabeth had always tried to get him to open up, express how he was feeling; and it always worked. But now that she was gone...

Just as he began to sink back down into his well of despair, the sound of a violin began to come from behind him. The wooden instrument sung out a beautiful tune, some of the patrons cheering the newcomer musicians on.

Avalon turned around, facing the small platform of wood that had been set aside to be used as a 'stage'. The three violinists bowed gratefully for the cheers after their opening tune, and began to start on another. He decided to give it a listen. Music had always been something he connected to.

The musicians began to play the tune. It was an old Scottish fiddle tune, 'Skye Boat Song'. Avalon recognized it. He suddenly felt his eyes well with tears once again. That song...

-

“Come on." The red-haired girl giggled, grabbing the boy's hand and pulling him up from his chair. The village was alive with music and dancing that night, a small annual festival taking place.

"Elizabeth, you know I don't-"

"Shh," she placed her finger up to his lips, "I'll teach you." She grabbed his hand, interlocking her fingers with his. Avalon blushed as her fingers grasped his hand. She pulled him into the middle of the dancers.

"Like this. " She whispered, the beautiful melody washing over them. The pair began to whirl around, Elizabeth pulling him this way and that. She laughed as he tried to find his feet. Oh, if he could only listen to that laugh forever.

Finally, the boy began to get the hang of it. He began leading their steps, twirling her this way and that. Avalon whirled her once again, this time pulling her back close to him. Elizabeth looked up at him. Her beautful ginger hair fell lazily over her freckled, now rosy cheeks. Overcome with joy, he kissed her- right on the lips. She didn't pull away.

"I-I'm sorry." Avalon swallowed, his palms becoming sweaty. What had come over him?

"Who ever said I needed an apology?" She smiled playfully, leaning her head back on his chest.

In that moment, the two twenty year-olds were able to be just that- young, carefree. No worries about demon squid monsters, or a light goddess.... just them.

Avalon leaned over quickly, not letting go of the girl. He plucked a small rose off of a bush next to them, careful to flick off any thorns. He tucked the rose into her hair, wrapping his arms fully around her.

"As beautiful as a rose. " He whispered, the two slow dancing to the changed tune.

A rose...

-

Avalon pulled himself back to reality, feeling warm tears stream down his cheeks. She was gone, she was really gone.

They'll be fine- those damned words ran through his mind once again. That's what his elder brother had said as the love of his life and that girl ran into the portal. The portal from which Elizabeth would never return. He gritted his teeth. He should've gone after them.

The bartender cleared his throat behind him. Avalon turned back around in his chair, knowing full well that his face was tear-stained.

“I wanted to give you this. It isn't much, but- well, a couple weeks ago, Elizabeth dropped a bouquet of roses off to me, said she'd grown them in her garden. Nicest thing someone's done for me in awhile. 'Fraid I don't have much of a green thumb, but it's the sentiment that counts. " The man smiled kindly, placing something in front of Avalon. He walked over to a man who was waving his empty mug in the air.

Avalon examined the flower. It was a red rose, but it was darkened... withered. Looking at the rose was the final straw. Small sobs escaped his throat as he turned the flower over in his fingers.

It was withered, just like her, just like his rose.

Withered.

[mattzerella-sticks]

Slide (1.3k, Dean/Cas, Sam/Eileen, post-canon fluff)

Suptober Day 9 - Electric (ao3)

           Halfway through the second chorus, between the shimmy-dip and the kick-turn, it hits Dean. Barrels him over like a runaway train that nearly makes him lose count and miss a step. He recovers, keeping time with the music. Not drawing any suspicion or undue attention. But Dean felt like all eyes should be on him, even though it wasn’t his day.

           It was his brother’s, and contemporaneously his new sister-in-law’s, too.

           Sam and Eileen wed hours ago. Near the Bunker, between two large trees with fairy lights strung on the branches. Dean stood by Sam’s side in their best suits as they both watched Mildred walk Eileen down the aisle, wearing a simple white lace dress that midway on her calves and holding a bouquet of Easter Lilies. His brother grinned wider than Dean ever saw, even though twin trails of tears ran across his face and his shoulders shook with the force of earthquakes. Continuing even when Eileen reached the make-shift pulpit, cheeks equally shiny. All throughout Bobby’s sermon Sam sobbed quietly. He warbled his vows, forgot simple phrases in sign, missed Eileen’s hand several times while putting her ring on – his emotions getting the better of him. Well inside never running dry. It made the entire affair beautiful, although the kiss was far wetter than Dean cared for.

           Thankfully Sam stopped crying during the walk back. Maybe because of how, the entire way, the newlyweds never let go of each other. Or perhaps the secret signing Eileen did the trick. Fingers pressed into the skin along the open vee of his button-down, calmed Sam enough that he could take one breath without shuttering. Whatever the case, Dean was grateful. Because Sam could sob all he wanted during the wedding, but there were no room for tears at the reception.

           Their guests gathered in the Bunker’s main room. Converted for such a special occasion. Map table blanketed by a huge, white tablecloth found in storage. It held all the food Dean and Jody spent preparing days before, as well as the three-layered wedding cake. It was surrounded by smaller tables, where groups could settle as they ate, conversed, and took breaks when their feet tired of dancing.

           Dean, despite his age, refused surrender.

           Charlie barely waited for Sam and Eileen to finish their first dance, switching the music for something upbeat. The makeshift dance floor crowded as everyone joined. Even those like Bobby and Claire overcame their gruff exterior and let the music flow through them. Weddings were a treat, especially in the hunter community. No one wasted moments like these. Where the outside world, its monsters and shadows, faded into the background. Forgotten, because nothing bad could happen during something so good.

           Dean whooped, he jumped. He krumped, sprinkled the lawn, and did the damn robot. Using a catalogue of moves better left in the past where he found them, Claire snorted into her drink. Dean heard her but didn’t care. He was enjoying himself.

           Cas was, too. Though not the best dancer, he egged Dean on. Telling him which moves he liked and laughing as Dean repeated them, exaggerating the movements. Dean tipsy on the atmosphere and the fourth glass of wine and more that he thought little of how much a fool he looked.

           Especially when the playlist changed, and an old standard came on.

           “Everyone!” he clapped, drawing attention, “Everyone, set yourselves up!”

           The few who recognized the song, like Dean, listened. Others stood around confused, mirroring their elders regardless. “What’s going on?” Patience asked, “What are we doing?”

           “The Electric Slide,” Jody said, nudging her, “it’s really easy. Just follow along!”

           Cas found Dean, tugging on his sleeve. “The Electric Slide?” he asked, “What’s that?”

           “It’s a sort of line dance,” he explained, helping Cas spread himself. Still clueless on matters of personal space. “We’re all gonna be doing the same dance, and it’s quick to pick up. Trust me.”

           He nodded, although Dean doubted he fully understood. Unfortunately, they ran out of time. The song truly started, and so did they.

           There was a learning curve. Dean noted Cas struggling in the beginning, watching Dean do the moves. Cas’s body horribly copying his. But as Dean said, it’s not that hard. With every turn, Cas gained confidence. Steps were faster, more assured, and Cas looked less thoughtful – fully present in the moment. He kept staring at Dean though, blue finding green. Cas danced with crinkled eyes and a mega-watt smile. Laughing along with everyone else, but different than the rest. In on a joke no one else knew. Beautiful. Dean wished he had his phone, to take a picture of Cas. Then, he wished this song would never end. That Cas could stay like that forever. It was the next wish, a simple prayer, that did it.

           The song fades, and the crowd breaks from the pattern. Back into the clusters they originally were in. Swaying with the slower rhythm.

           Dean stands there, frozen on the dancefloor. He couldn’t dance – couldn’t move – all other higher functions short-circuiting, systems crashing. Mind playing a constant loop of an unprompted desire, freely admitted.

           I wish he could look at me like that forever.

           He reboots, drawn back into reality by a hand on his shoulder. Cas’s expression shifted; brows drawn in worry and lips curled. “Dean?” he asks, “Are you okay? Tired?”

           Dean smiles, stepping closer. Looping his arms around Cas’s shoulders. It is a wedding, after all. “Nah,” he shrugs, “I can go all night. Dance with me?”

           Nodding, Cas slides his hands onto Dean’s waist, their weight a delightful pressure. They’re silent for a few moments, the music talking for them. Until Cas finally asks the question that marred his face with stress lines. “What were you thinking about?”

           “What was I thinking about?” he repeats, guiding Cas towards the fringes of the crowd. Voice low, his next words only for them to hear. “I was thinking how we should have the Electric Slide play during our wedding.”

           Risky, but Dean’s willing. When will he have a moment like this again? If not here, Dean would most likely confess it during a hunt while covered in monster guts, or over C-grade burgers at a highway diner surrounded by a bunch of nobodies. That’s not how he wants to tell Cas.

           What he wants is this. Cas in his arms and vice-versa, dancing. Smiling. A memory he can replay years into the future. That, when his day comes, will be waiting for him behind a white door with his and Cas’s names on it.

           Cas glances at their family, and then back to him. Blushing, lips twitching as he fights against the giddiness that bursts inside. Dean aware of it by how tight Cas’s grip on his waist became. “Oh?” he asks, feigning seriousness, “Don’t you think that’s a bit too forward?”

           “What do you mean?”

           “Talking about our wedding when we haven’t even been on a date yet.”

           “Then let me take you on a date,” Dean says, “after that we’ll go pick out matching rings. And, since everybody’s here we can do a quick little something and Electric Slide our way into marriage.”

           His composure cracks, Cas snorting at Dean’s response. He dips his head, temples pressed against each other. Mouths close enough Dean might steal a kiss, if he were inclined. Not yet. Dean waits for an answer from the other man.

           “We’re not having our anniversary be the day after your brother’s wedding,” Cas says, “I want a day that’s all our own.”

           Dean agrees. “When were you thinking?”

           “Perhaps in the fall…”

           “I like that. A fall wedding sounds wonderful.”

           “And we can have it all, the ceremony and the reception, at a barn.”

           “We could have it on a freakin’ plane for all I cared, as long as you’re standing across from me.”

           “I love you, Dean.”

           “Love you too, Cas.”

[etherealwaifgoddess]

One In A Million - Chpt.5

Summary: In the wake of Rose’s discovery, the trio figures out how to move on together. Rose’s growing feels throw a wrench in their plans however, making them reassess what they are, and what they want to be, to each other.

Word Count: 3.1k

Author’s Note: Hello lovelies! Did ya’ll like the twist last chapter? You didn’t really think I’d just *poof* her back to modern times, did you? She still has a long way to go with our boys and we’re just getting started. XOXO - Ash

Chapter Five

Neither Bucky or Steve seem to know where to start. Steve brewed some truly terrible coffee for the three of you and you’re thankful for the warm cup in your hands helping to steady your nerves. Bucky and Steve are seated on opposite ends of the sofa while you occupy the padded chair across from them. It’s divisive, you and them, and you hate it but don’t want to push boundaries for this conversation.

“I’m not going to tell anyone. You have to know that I would never do that to you guys.” you assure them. 

Steve lets out a shaky breath, “Thank you, Rose.” 

“You’re not nearly as sneaky as you think you are either. I’ve caught those sweet little looks you give each other when you think I’m not looking. You’re adorable, the both of you.” 

Bucky cringes slightly, “Told ya, punk.” he chastises Steve who just rolls his eyes.

“You’re just as guilty.” you point out.

“Yeah, but you see how pretty Stevie is. How’s a guy supposed to keep his head around him?” 

Steve’s whole face lights up at his words and he fidgets for a minute before gathering up the nerve to move seats to sit next to Bucky. Tucked under Bucky’s protective arm, Steve seems to fully relax for the first time since you all sat down. You dare to move over to the empty sofa seat next to him, hoping he doesn’t shy away from you. He doesn’t and you give him a grateful smile.

“So, how long have you been together?” you ask, curious. 

Bucky chuckles, “Since about the second this one turned those gorgeous blue eyes on me the first time. I didn’t know what to think about it then but as soon as I was old enough to know what it was to really want someone, I knew he was it for me.” 

“Buck.” Steve preens under Bucky’s affection, “I love you.” He huffs a laugh, “Never said that to you in front of anyone else before.” 

“I love you too.” Bucky presses a soft kiss to Steve’s temple and pulls him even closer. “Rose, I have to ask. Why are you so okay with this?”

The truth burns in your chest but know you can’t share it. “I just don’t see why someone’s gender should matter when it comes to love or attraction. We’re all just people.” 

“Do you… have you…? You don’t have to tell us, but do you like other girls?” 

“No, I like men. I tried being with a girl in college but it wasn’t for me.” 

“You really are one in a million.” 

“So, now that it’s out of the way, you two can stop asking me out dancing.” you tease.

Bucky and Steve share hesitant glances. “Uh, well, we don’t have to.” Steve says quietly.

“I’m fine on my own. I don’t need you two taking me out on a fake date.” 

“It helps though, being seen out with a pretty dame. People talk less. That’s why Bucky has earned such a reputation as a ladies man down at the docks.” 

“Oh! Of course. I’d be happy to go out and be seen with either of you then.” 

“I’d really like to take you. Bucky never has trouble finding a dance partner but it’s been a while for me.” 

“Well you just haven’t been asking the right girls. I would like nothing more than to go dancing with you, Steve.” 

“Tomorrow night?” 

“It’s a date.” 

You take extra time to do your hair and make up before your date with Steve on Saturday. It’s silly since you know he’s not attracted to you in that way, but you want to look your best for him. You’re thankful that he has Bucky who loves him so fiercely despite having to hide it from the world. Adjusting your lipstick one last time you hurry to the door to find Steve waiting patiently on the other side, bouquet in hand. It’s a handful of beautiful white daisies and you’re delighted he put in the effort to bring them for you despite it being a ruse. You thank him, letting him come inside while you hunt for a vase. Steve tugs on the lapel of his tan suit nervously while he waits. It’s the best one he owns and even still it hangs on his slight frame, unable to afford a tailor to adjust it for him. His hair is slicked back like Bucky wears his and it’s glossy in the light of your kitchen. How he has trouble finding dates is beyond you but the other women’s loss is your gain. You will happily be his fake date any night he needs you. 

Bucky is already at the Stork Club when you arrive, sipping a drink at the bar with a date of his own. You wonder how they can stand seeing each other out with another person but when it comes down to life or death, you suppose they don’t have much of a choice. 

Steve really is a terrible dancer. You had expected him to at least be competent but he’s a mess on the dance floor, having stepped on your toes several times before the first song is over. Embarrassed and blushing Steve leans forward to whisper in your ear, “Bucky usually leads when dance at home.” 

“Why didn’t you say so?” you whisper back, “I can lead, no one will be the wiser.” Having enjoyed dance classes at the rec center as a teenager you can just as easily lead as follow. You set the pace to the floating instrumentals that fill the dance hall. A trilling of French flows through the speakers and you recognize the song. La Vie En Rose. It’s impossibly romantic and you lose yourself in the dance. A quiet baritone interrupts your reverie and you realize Steve is singing softly. His voice is beautiful and you’re speechless listening to him as he sings. The song ends and you’re standing still on the dance floor. “The pain and bothers fade away. Happy, so happy I could die.” Steve translates softly, “When he takes me in his arms, he speaks softly to me, and I see life through rose colored glasses.” 

“Steve.” your voice is hushed, breathless with wanting what you can’t have. 

“You’re my rose colored glasses.” he whispers as he moves even closer in your arms. You’re the same height but the small wedge of your heel has him tilting his head up when he leans in and captures your lips with his own. 

It’s as close to perfect as a first kiss could ever get but you find yourself pushing him away. He’s in love with Bucky and you’re just their cover. It’s too much, too painful for your traitorous heart to bear. His name is a harsh admonishment on your lips. You flee the dance hall, stumbling out into the chilly December air, unsure of where to go. You take a minute in the entrance of an alleyway next to the dance hall to clear your head. The clattering of shoes on pavement skid to a halt as Bucky spots you leaning against the brick wall of the alley. 

“I’m sorry.” you sob as Bucky takes you into his strong arms, “I can’t do it. I just… I can’t. It’s not fair to Steve and I’m sorry. But I can’t.” 

“Shh.” Bucky soothes you, rubbing a hand along your back. “It’s alright, Rose. You don’t have to do this for us. Neither one of us will hold it against you.” 

“I’m sorry.” you apologize once again, “I know you’re together and I love that you two are so perfect for one another but Steve is… And I…” you sniffle, unable to piece together the words you need to explain your outburst to Bucky. 

He knows though. “He really is something, isn’t he? It’s impossible not to love him once he lets you really see him. But Rose, this doesn’t have to be a problem.” 

“How can it not be?” you snap, frustrated, “I can’t do this fake dating thing. Not when I’m fighting off very real feelings.” 

“Oh, sweet girl, who said Stevie was faking a thing back there?” 

You blink at him myopically. Your brain struggling to process his words. “But he loves you.” 

“He does. But he’s been smitten with you since the day you saved him in that alley.” 

“I don’t get it.” you shake your head, too stressed and upset to follow what Bucky’s telling you.

“Why not? You can handle two men being together just fine, but someone wanting to share that love with more than one person is too much?” Bucky’s tone is light, teasing, but the weight of his words hit you hard. 

“You want to… share?”

Bucky’s slow, easy smile is back and your knees are weak under its radiance. “Yeah, doll. Stevie and I share nicely. It hasn’t happened very often but when it does, well, we both like dames too. And we always come home to each other in the end. You’re the first we both wanted to pursue though.” 

The last admission has you swaying on your feet. “Both of you.” 

“Yeah, both of us. But you seemed so sweet on Steve, I didn’t push the issue. He deserves a little extra loving, if you ask me.” 

“But what if I wanted… both.” 

Bucky raises his eyebrows almost to his hair line in shock. “You were interested in us both? Before you knew about me and him.” 

“I couldn’t have picked if you held a gun to my head.” you admit with a shrug and a helpless chuckle. 

“Oh, doll, that changes everything.” he murmurs pulling you back into his arms.

You let yourself breathe in the comforting scent of him, basking in it until he pulls away again. “We need to go find Steve.” he tells you gruffly, “Then we can finish this conversation at home.” 

You let Bucky lead you by the hand back to the Stork Club where Steve is talking with Bucky’s date over a tumbler of whiskey. “I found your girl, Rogers.” Bucky calls out cheerfully. 

You smile nervously at Steve, unsure of what to do next.

Bucky pulls his date off to the side for a minute and you can hear him telling her that he’s going to have to call it a night. That his best pal is about to be dumped and he needs to be there for him afterwards. The girl nods sagely, telling him he’s a good man and that maybe she can find a friend for Steve the next time they go out. She hurries off, leaving Bucky, you and Steve staring at each other over the small club table. “Come on you two. We have a lot of talking to do.” Bucky announces, throwing back the rest of the whiskey in one gulp and heading for the door. Steve waits until you move to follow and then falls line a step behind you. 

The walk back to the guys’ apartment is quiet, tension thick in the air. You know of polyamory, it’s not a completely foregin concept in your time, but you never expected to be considering it yourself. If that’s even what Bucky was hinting at. Back inside the safe seclusion of their apartment Bucky heads for the kitchen, rustling around the cupboards until he comes back with a mostly full bottle of scotch and three low tumblers. He pours doubles for you and Steve but a single for himself. “You two need to catch up so we can talk about this.” he instructs, pushing the glasses at you. 

You drink yours down quickly, disliking the burn of cheap scotch now that you knew what the good kind could taste like. It helps though, after a few minutes of idle chit chat you can feel the loosening of your limbs as it takes effect. Bucky fills your glasses again before he finally speaks up. “First things first. Rose, please tell Steve why you ran off so he stops looking like you kicked his dog.” 

You force down your nerves, “I’m sorry for running off. I couldn’t keep pretending to like you when I really did. Like you, that is. I would never do anything to disrupt what you and Bucky have, I care about you both so much. But being out with you tonight was more than I could bear, thinking you were just pretending while I was falling for you for real.” 

“Steve,” Bucky resumes his role as moderator, “Please tell Rose that you weren’t pretending.” 

“Not for a minute.” Steve says earnestly. “Rose, I really do like you. And you wouldn’t be hurting what Bucky and I have at all. We’ve talked about this and it’s not the first time one of us has dated a girl since we’ve been together.” 

“Now for the reason we’re all sitting here. Steve, Rose can’t choose between us.” Bucky sits back with a smug smile as he watches Steve try to process what he’s telling him.

“She can’t choose?” he parrots back.

“She likes us both, pal. Equally.”

“We’ve always hoped we’d find a girl…” Steve trails off, stunned. 

“I know, I know. I never thought we’d get so lucky.” Bucky leans over Steve on the sofa, pulling your hand into his. “So what do ya say, Rose? You wanna give us a chance? You could still only date one us in public but we could all be together behind closed doors. We could still hang out in public as a group, just with one of us as a third wheel.” 

You hate that you’ll have to limit your affections to behind closed doors but it’s the times you’re living in. Steve and Bucky have been doing it their whole lives and yet they’re still happy together after all the years of hiding. You give yourself a minute to think if it’s worth it. Especially knowing the risk you’re running with the timelines. Looking at the two of them, wanting them more than anyone else you’ve ever been with, it seems your heart made up your decision long ago. You nod, your heart and brain aligned. “I want to try.” 

Both men’s faces light up like the sun, “But,” you warn, “the second I think the three of us being together is hurting what the two of you have, I’m out. Permanently. Your relationship comes first no matter what. As much as I want to be part of it, I won’t risk what you have.” 

Bucky and Steve both nod, glancing at each other nervously. 

“Can I…” Steve starts and stops, looking between you and Bucky hesitantly. “Can I have a do over of that kiss?” he asks finally. 

You fight back a laugh. Sweet reckless Steve, always jumping head first into things despite how nervous they make him. “Of course.” you tell him leaning in closer. 

Steve looks back at Bucky one last time before meeting you halfway. He’s less hesitant this time, eagerly slotting his lips with yours before deepening the kiss and slipping his tongue tentatively in your mouth. You’re breathless, dizzy from the kiss and intrusion of his tongue. He tastes like cheap scotch and something deeper, something undeniably Steve. When he pulls back and leans into Bucky’s waiting arms you can’t even think. “So this is happening.” you say lamely before your brain can catch up to your mouth.

Bucky laughs, “Yeah, doll, it is.” he shifts out of his seat and Steve moves into it, leaving the spot next to you open for Bucky to occupy. Bucky brushes a stray lock of hair away from your face, cupping your cheek gently in his hand. “My turn.” he murmurs before moving in to claim your lips for himself. Where Steve was all rush and excitement, Bucky is delicate and slow. He presses his lips to yours like a question, waiting for you to respond before continuing. You meet his kiss happily, lost in the tenderness he’s showing you. It’s impossible not to compare the two, but neither is better than the other, just different. You feel like you’re made of glass the way Bucky is so painfully careful with you, tasting your lips gently, letting you steer the kiss where you want it to go. He tastes like sugar and you giggle a little, it figures with the sweet tooth he’s got. There’s a rawness under the sweetness though, like a campfire and you want to lose yourself in him forever. Bucky pulls back at the sound of your giggle, studying you curiously. 

“You taste like sugar. I should have known with the giant sweet tooth you have.” you explain with a smirk.

Steve nods, knowingly, and Bucky just laughs it off seeing Steve’s agreement. “You’re both crazy.” he tells you. 

“Do you have the whole day free tomorrow?” Steve asks you.

“Yeah, I do. I don’t want to mess up whatever plans you guys have though.” you tell him. 

“Well, you’ve already seen what our day off plans normally are. Walked right in, in the middle as a matter of fact...” Steve grins, the feisty little shit that he is, “But we didn’t have any plans for tomorrow yet. We’re probably just going to stay around here and relax.” 

“Stay with us, darlin’.” Bucky pleads, pulling you into his arms. 

“How can a girl say no to that?” you concede, “But, I insist on taking my guys out properly. I have a spare dollar or two and I want to see that new Wolfman movie that just came out.” 

“You don’t have to do that.” Steve starts to protest.

“I know, but I want to. I would spoil the pair of you rotten if I had my way.” 

“You already do so much for us though.” Bucky chimes in looking concerned.

“I have old family money to fall back on.” you bluff easily, “It’s not a hardship on me and you two deserve a break for once. Let me do this for you.” 

“What d’ya say, Stevie? Want to go see a film tomorrow?” 

Steve nods, smiling, finally getting on board with the plan. “Do we get popcorn?” 

You return his smile, “Of course! And sodas. And red licorice. Maybe snow caps, too.” 

“Sounds perfect.”

[reeesea]

~Something Sweet: Part Ten

~cloud 9~

one ~ two ~ three ~ four ~ five ~ six ~ seven ~ eight ~ nine ~ ten

pairing: minsung, han jisung/lee minho

warning: mild language

words: 3.9k

summary:  Firsts dates always come with a bit of angst right?

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“JISUNG! OH MY GOD I PASSED!!!” Minho was currently screaming into his phone at the younger. Jisung smiled, getting to hear the excitement in the older's voice, even if he quite literally had no idea what he was referring to.

“I’m so happy for you Hyungie, but I literally have no idea what you're talking about.” Jisung could hear some stumbling from the older on the other end, wondering what on earth he must be doing. Jisung decided the older was probably doing a happy dance. Cute .  

“... Hmm, I guess I never did tell you about it. I was probably trying to be mysterious again, ugh I’m a fool.” Minho's dramatic side wasn’t exactly rare but seeing this side of him come out and full of energy was like a blast of serotonin for Jisung’s day.

“If you're a fool I don't even want to know what I am.” Minho laughed and his voice felt warm and comforting in Jisung’s ear.

“Okay fine then, quick recap on my entire reason for dancing and the only goal I’ve ever had since I was like 12.”

“Hyunggg,'' feigning impatience, Jisung was practically bubbling with happiness, hearing the silliness of the older.

Minho wasn’t one to share much about himself. But the last few weeks had made him feel hopeful for his future, maybe just a bit. Jisung brought out creativity Minho didn’t know had been in him, and he found himself becoming more passionate during their dance practices, and in his downtime. He was always choreographing something mentally when he heard a new song on the radio, or when he was scrolling through his “Liked Songs” on the way home from work.

“Yes okay I'll get on with it. SO Yellow Wood Dance Academy. Known for their most prestigious courses and instructors. Literally, any dancer who is anyone has gone there at some point. I, Lee Minho, have been dreaming about going there for literal decades.” the sounds of one of his roommates returning sounds on the other side of the line and there’s a brief pause before Minho continues his dramatics,

“Okay not actually, BUT this year is terrifyingly one of my last chances to get in since I’ve graduated university already.” the end of his sentence trails off quietly, probably out of nervousness.   

“So I sent in an audition tape this year like always. Always, as in I have been sending them for years and have been rejected every time, but It's fine I’m DEFINITELY not salty”

“No?”

“NO! BECAUSE I just passed the first stage of the audition! Now I just gotta fucking ace the second part and I can finally say I didn't waste the last ten years of my life on an occupation I have no guarantee in.” His enthusiasm was bright and excited, but even though the determined tone in his voice, Jisung could sense Minho's apprehensions and fears

“Its fine”

Jisung did his best to respond in the way Minho would have wanted, as in to NOT acknowledge the other’s fears, and instead attempt to be supportive, “Well....CONGRATULATIONS MINNIE HYUNGGGG.” Minho’s adorable laugh was enough to reaffirm Jisung. Damn he's so cute.

“Thank you Sungie. OKAY to my second matter of business”

“Second?”

“Yes listen up Han Jisung. A little birdie with a blatant unnecessary obsession with prada shoes, told me that you may have a free night tonight.” Minho’s depiction of Changbin was Jisung’s new

“And I was wondering if You would want to go out tonight, ya know finally have that date I promised”

“Yes I would love to… I’m just kinda worried I mean last time I left I got hounded by the press and Chan about smothered me when I got back”

“You see my sweet Sung. I have a plan that even single father bear Bang will approve of”

---

Jisung is sitting anxiously in their car, fidgeting his fingers. Unsurprisingly Minho was right and Chan had nodded approvingly when Jisung asked if he could go out that night. Sure, it took a bit of support and reassurance from Changbin of all people, but Chan’s trust in Minho and Changbin’s opinion was apparently enough to have him convinced.

Changbin vouching for the Sweet Lotus’ security did more than raise their eyebrows but the dark rapper was usering Jisung quickly into the bathroom to do his makeup before either of his members could further their questioning glances. Changbin, although largely inexperienced, took it upon himself to make sure the youngest was looking his best for his ~date~ (yes. he said “date” with the obligated teasing tone of an older brother, every single time. Much to Jisung’s embarrassment).

Changbin managed to brush up Jisung’s makeup with something their stylists wouldn’t have cringed at, and Chan even forced his way into the room to help guide the youngest into an outfit he was satisfied with. Jisung was thankful to that since his indecisive ass would probably have been debating for hours over a pair of shoes.  

The car pulled up to the back of the Sweet Lotus , and Jisung was led from the back entrance into a private room with the help of one of the uniformed staff. He was dressed up in a semi-formal fit, complete with his trusty black jeans and a button-up shirt he's pretty sure was actually Chan’s. With the addition of a small bouquet of flowers in hand, courtesy of an insisting Changbin, Jisung felt like he looked like the epitome of a boy on a nervous first date. He tried his best to appear casual and confident but even with his mask and sunglasses, he couldn't hide the red flush that overtook his face.

“This is you, sir. Please let us know when you are ready to be served.” The host gestured to a closed sliding door. The hallway he had been led too was lined with them, somewhat expected from a host club. The neon pink light of the club's main room shone from the other end of the hall from which he had entered. The familiar sweet scent of the place calmed any lingering nerves he may have had, or as much as they could be calmed at this point.  

--

Minho hadn’t been waiting long when Jisung opened up the door of their reserved private room. Minho was fiddling with the silky fabric that was tied around his neck. Hyunjin had practically forced the older to wear it, and with Felix holding him down doing his hair, there wasn't much opportunity for him to object. It was practically torture having his roommates dust his cheeks with powder and forcefully play dress up with him, but a part of him knew their enthusiasm was only out of goodwill. If Felix’s ever dramatic fond clinging was enough to go by. He could never say no to those two, even if he would quite literally never admit it to another breathing soul.

As Jisung entered the room, Minho’s smile started growing.

“I don't know if I’ve ever said this before, but you clean up good”  

“You haven't, but I thought that if you were gonna lie to my face you would have held off,” Jisung stated matter-a-factly but fully red in the face. Before Minho could object the younger was waving him off, offering up a small bouquet of dainty flowers. “These are for you by the way.”

“Oh? Who would've thought you would be such a gentleman.”

“I'm not, You can thank Changbin for the flowers as he practically forced me to take them. He’s the hopeless romantic not me... I mean I still wanted to bring them to you, and I thought that the little white flowers reminded me of you, but I didn't know what they were called so Changbin had to look it up and I guess he ordered them without me knowing an-”

“They’re lovely Jisung. You look lovely too~” The older man sent a wink his way. Jisung groaned loudly in embarrassment.

“It hasn't even been two minutes and I’m already flustered being here. Great…” The pout Jisung put on only made Minho’s smile grow. There's nothing quite like teasing Jisung one on one.

“You're cute when you're flustered I can't help it”

“Hmmm what is there to eat in this place” JIsung pulled up the menu to block the older’s prying eyes. Minho laughs

---

It isn't long until the two settle back into their comfortable bubble, talking back and forth like they always do. They order food all recommended by Minho and share a glass or two of a sweet bubbly drink Jisung forgot the name of again.

“Looks like I was right again when I called you a rap star when we first met then huh?”

“I wasn't then! We barely had a thousand listeners-”

“So you admit you are one now!?”

“Hyungggg”

“Don't play humble with me Han Jisung, you guys are huge now. You blew up almost everywhere, there’s no way you guys will go anywhere but up!” Minho was bubbly and warm and it only flooded Jisung’s chest every time the older man complimented him.

“Thanks, hyungie, It's just so unbelievable. We have an interview coming up for an international magazine, that shall remain nameless . And I literally can’t believe it.” Jisung’s drink got swirled around in its glass a few more times, as he tried to distract himself from being overwhelmed.

“Well I can, I'll never NOT be a 3RACHA fan. It's ingrained in me now.” Minho placed his hand on the other's fidgeting fingers and Jisung matched the smile blossoming on Minho's face. Crescent eyes. Cute.

Minho felt the younger slip momentarily into worry and fear and decided he couldn’t let that happen. Pulling out his phone he scrolled until he found the video he was looking for.

“What is this hyung?”

“Just watch it Sungie, it's for you.” Jisung looked up confused but pressed play obediently.

Immediately the sounds of a song being recorded played through the room. Soon footsteps and shoe scuffs added another layer of depth to the video’s sounds. Minho let the boy across from him watch the video in peace, having memorized it per millisecond already.

Heavy breathing and the music ended signified the end of the dance practice. Jisung was surprisingly silent, still staring at the screen. Minho’s instinct was to clearly fill the growing silence.

“It’s still in the early stages of being choreographed but I’ve been working on it for a while, and I realized I never sent you a dance video before, and I just thought tonight would be best. I mean, first date, passed the first audition, dance video, it all kinda comes to-”

“Hyung how are you so beautiful.” Jiung had interrupted Minho’s rambling for once, and looking up Minho found two swirling galaxies staring back at him. Jisung’s eyes were sparkling with wonder and something Minho wasn’t quite ready to name. He was looking at him with unrestricted awe. And Minho was speechless, and suddenly emotional.

A part of Minho felt choked up looking back at Jisung, and it was a feeling he realized had always been there. The wave of emotion had always been inside of his chest, slowly building momentum every time Jisung would laugh at his joke or hold his hand. Apparently, all it took was the sweet boy to call Minho “beautiful” for the floodgates to open.

Currently fighting the sudden rush of emotion and the threat of his watering eyes Minho looked away. Thankfully Jisung had returned to earth momentarily to break their brief silence.

“Just wow Hyung, you're phenomenal in everything you do. That was amazing. Thank you so much for showing me. How are you real, sometimes I can hardly believe you're actually standing in front of me or that you're actually holding my hand.” “Jisung please, you don't have to say that.” Minho was already fighting the waterworks and now had to battle Jisung’s onslaught of praise. No one had ever held him or praised him like Jisung does before.

“But I mean it. Every word so much You’ll never know how much I mean it when I say you're breathtaking. You dance with such passion, a-and to a piece you've created!” Jisung’s smile was hurting his face but he couldn't help it. The song was even one that Jisung had impulsively sent the older in the early morning. Minho danced to the song like it was meant for him. And Jisung was so infatuated with the other that he's pretty sure that every song in the whole world was meant for Minho to dance to.

“Hyung you have to perform that for your next audition. I may know literally zero details or requirements for your academy audition but Min, if you do something you choreograph like that, there is literally no way you won't get in.”

Minho knew Jisung’s words and promises were dangerous, but for once a part of him felt hopeful. Jisung’s enthusiasm was something he didn't realize he had been missing. Someone on his side, cheering him on, believing in him, that wasn't something Minho had the luxury of having. It's the risk of never opening yourself up, Minho has always done it to stay safe, but allowing the younger in has given Minho more life than he ever thought he could gain.

Minho never was one for words, he’ll leave that to Jisung, but his smile and the reach for the other’s hand are enough to say “thanks”, then Minho would ever be able to say. Minho was going to pursue his dreams and do it with Jisung’s hand in his.

Knock Knock.

The gentle knock at the door interrupted the two’s soft hand-holding session. The door opened to reveal their server for the night with a bottle and two glasses in hand.

“Sorry to interrupt gentlemen, the owner wanted to send her appreciation with a gift.”

The handsome host motioned to a bottle of expensive-looking champagne that had Minho rolling his eyes at his noona’s shenanigans. Jisung couldn’t help but laugh and nodded to accept the gift.

Before the server left he spoke up, “The Owner also wants to send her blessing for you both.” Even he sounded reluctant to relay the message, discreetly rolling his eyes to himself.

Minho joined him, “Be sure to let her know we appreciate her sentiment. I hope she's paying you extra for this though Mingi-ssi.” Their server, Mingi apparently, blushes slightly but smiles at the older host’s requests.

“Wait so you know him too?”

“He started right when I was wrapping up my shifts here, but I remember him being a young tall guy. I'm sure Momo-noona recruited him off of that alone.” picking up his glass he offered the other to Jisung.

“Noona does have a tendency to meddle with her employees' personal lives, so we all kinda relate. She means well though, plus she likes gifting free bottles of champagne so I can't complain.”

Jisung giggles. He can definitely see what Minho means, especially after she had personally pulled him aside that one night. Jisung tries to brush it off as not being that serious but he still has her warning properly burned in his brain.

“To having my Momo-noona’s blessing to drink with the world’s newest star boy.” Jisung blushed at the nickname because of course he did, and raised his glass to meet the older’s.

“And here's to the sweetest thing on the menu, Lee Minho.”

Clink.

“Han that was so cheesy, I have to call you out.”

“I’m trying my best here babe.”

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Jisung returned from the Sweet Lotus a smile plastered across his face. Unsurprisingly Chan had been texting him to make sure he had gotten to and from the Sweet Lotus alright. Knowing Chan’s tendency to worry over him, Jisung was almost expecting to find his older brother waiting for him in their living room when he got home.

“Hey Ji, how was your night?” Chan was doing his best to be casual and cover up his apprehension for the younger, but he wasn't doing a very good job at it. Jisung gently sighed at the older’s insistence but responded innocently.

“It was really nice hyung! Got to eat and talk to Minho in person for a whole night. What more could I ask for.” Jisung was enjoying his time on Cloud 9 for as long as he could.

“That’s g-great Ji, I uh am really glad.” Chan’s protective nature was on full display at this point and Jisung was starting to get anxious just listening to his hyung pretending to be casual about it.

“D-did you have any trouble? Do you think anyone saw you?”

Jisung pulled a heavy eye roll this time, his smile from earlier starting to pull down from his mouth. “No Hyung. I told you I would let you know if anything happened and it was all fine. No one saw me but our server and Minho. It was a really nice night, can I please enjoy it.”

Chan frowned slightly having been caught in his prodding, “I know, I’m sorry Ji. We’re really glad you finally got to have a nice night out and I know Minho would never do anything to threaten your safety. There are just a lot more dangers out there than heartbreak now. And we just want to prote-”

“Why can't you JUST trust me.”

“What do you mean? Of course we trust you.” The confused look on Chan’s face didn't keep Jisung from continuing with the full force of his emotions.

“You keep talking to me like a fragile teenager! I’m not Hyung, I'm an adult now. I learned my lesson about going out when there's press outside, so why can't you trust me to just be smart?”

“We know you aren’t! We trust you, we just want to protect you. The media can be insane and I know you aren’t the biggest fan of that attention. There is only so much the company can do if they run with a story about any of us. You know they aren't especially gentle with dating rumors. And definitely not same-sex couples, they would be relentless-”

“PLease stop Hyung. Okay, I get it. I’ve thought about all of this before, do you really think I don't know that! I will be safe okay. Just freaking trust me for ONCE.”

Jisung was tired of always being treated like 3RACHA’s stupid younger brother. Of course, he was thankful for all his hyungs had done for him, even Chan, but being TOLD constantly about how he should be careful and everything made him feel patronized at best.

“We trust you Ji… Just don't go out on your own without telling us, okay? I just don't want to see you get hurt.” It was more of an order than a suggestion and they both knew it.

“Fine, hyung.”

“I’m glad you had a nice date Ji.” Chan looked tired and sheepish at their argument, but he didn't regret it if it meant Jisung would be safer.

“Thanks hyung, goodnight.”

“Night.” Chan made his way up to his room, leaving Jisung to sulk on his own in the kitchen. Jisung was flooded with frustration, feeling like he couldn't enjoy anything without the consequences of being reminded that he wasn’t like every other “normal” twenty-year-old his age. What absolute bullshit .

---

Despite his promise to Chan to not sneak, that's exactly what Jisung found himself doing throughout the week. Of course, he does his best to be discreet and careful. Average clothes? Check. Face mask and hat? Check. Turning off his phone location? Check.

At this point Jisung felt almost like an average rebellious teen, disobeying their parents, except of course, Jisung was merely down dressing to avoid the eyes of the media and the disappointment of his hyung. Still, the ability to blend in with the crowd on the bus to Minho’s house was enough for him to feel like he could go back to being faceless and catch his breath.

JJP ent. had just debuted a new girl band group that was gaining a lot of media attention, and luckily for Jisung and the company, the media’s searching eyes seemed to be lifted from 3RACHA for the moment. Jisung’s small quests to his unofficial boyfriend's apartment across town had only become more frequent, as Jisung felt the gazes on them lift.

-

“Jisungie!”

“Hey Lixie!” Felix opened the door for Jisung for probably the fourth time that week. Both of Minho’s roommates didn't seem to mind his presence in their space, and in fact, always seemed to have their spirits lifted if they happened to intercept him.

“I’m glad you made it safely Sung.” Minho always greeted him with a hug that felt the weight of the day’s stress was taken off his shoulders. Escaping to the small apartment had become Jisung’s therapy almost. Trading the cold expansive space of the loft for the warm homey gentleness of Minho’s arms around him was the healing he couldn't get anywhere else.

-

The general business of 3RACHA’s schedule allowed for Jisung to sneak around without his hyungs noticing. Well, accept for one night when Changbin was returning from the gym as Jisung slipped out of their loft door. Jisung tried his best to hide his guilt but Changbin simply gave him a raised eyebrow and a well wish to be safe.

Jisung pushed away at the guilt of having been caught, but Changbin let him go without any questions. The older had the philosophy that Han would have to learn on his own, and his judgment wouldn’t have any more authority than what Chan had already told him. Also, there was such a thing as a healthy amount of secrets. An amount of personal information they keep to themselves. It is rare for them but permits a level of freedom necessary for the trio to remain the hard-working coordinated group that they have been for years. They all had their own demons and Changbin wasn’t one to judge his younger friend's. He knew that at the end of the day anything that hurt Jisung would, in turn, hurt him and Chan, but they would never falter from giving Jisung the support he might need.

-

Jisung found his way into Minho’s arms more nights than not. Minho’s “I'll always protect you Jisung” was a lullaby that he drifted off to sleep to. As much as he wished he could take the older out in public without fear of repercussion, that wasn't a realistic possibility. Not with the budding musician's career. Minho knew that the press would be relentless and the damage on 3RACHA’s career would be unredeemable if it got out to the press and out of hand. The privilege to have Jisung spend his free time with him was enough. Ramen and movie nights that went into the late mornings, if their schedules allowed, left Minho feeling more refreshed and content with every passing sunrise.

Minho’s hopefulness in himself had only grown since he had met the younger. And as he worked meticulously to prepare for his second audition for his Dream academy, Jisung was always there with encouraging words and smiles that pushed him to not give up just yet. The sun would rise shining through the bedroom window bathing the room with warm clear light. Minho would wake up to a heart-shaped smile to match his heart's own contentedness, and for a moment Jisung made him feel invincible.

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[ladyanaconda]

Irken of the Opera

After those doodles I made, i couldn’t help myself. I HAD to make this! 

Just so you know, though, this won’t be like my other fics following a linear plot. I’ll just be posting one-shots without any particular as they come without chronological order.

Enjoy!

                                                           -IZ-

Tenn poured her heart into her voice as she sang. Her song’s melodic tones echoed throughout the auditorium, captivating her audience. The glitter and satins in her dress’s lavender fabric almost seemed to glow under the white spotlight. Her hands delicately moved along with her singing in perfect synchrony, conveying more emotion into her performance. 

As the music reached an inevitable crescendo, Tenn knew the cue that the performance was near the end and followed it with her voice until it culminated with a powerful note. 

Tenn returned to the real world just in time to see her public clap their hands loudly and get to their feet in a standing ovation, all of them cheering as roses and exotic flowers landed at her feet. Tenn delicately lifted the gown of her dress and curtsied in gratitude before she elegantly made her way backstage, still hearing the echoes of her adoring public.

It didn't end there, though. All around her, the dancers, chorus girls and workers clapped their hands. Tenn strode through the corridor and towards her dressing room, proudly glancing at her carved name in the door before stepping inside and closing it behind her. 

Tenn’s dressing room was spacious and fancy, and as always, it was filled to the brin with flower bouquets, chocolates and many other lavish gifts from secret admirers. While Tenn accepted the gifts out of courtesy, she refused any advances anyone made. 

She had no time for silly romance, not now when her career is at its peak.

With a relieved huff, Tenn quickly removed the layers of makeup and changed into a more simple dress to relax. She loves to sing, but finds all the costume wearing and dressing up far too stressful. Letting herself fall into the couch, Tenn closed her eyes for a few moments to clear her head.

Bravo! You did spectacularly, my dear Tenn!

Tenn didn’t open her eyes. She merely smiled a bit as her unseen, maybe imaginary mentor praised her, just like after every performance. While she remembered her father’s tales of the Angel of Music quite fondly, she was far too old to believe in fairy tales.

”Miss Sakhak?” Tenn raised her lekku. That voice wasn't an hallucination. 

”Come in.” Tenn said, not moving from her spot even after the door opened and a tall Irken with crimson eyes stepped inside. 

”Exhausted?” he asked.

”What makes you think that? The fact that I am trying to nap?”

”No offense, but you are quite predictable.”

”What do you want, Red?” Tenn asked impatiently.

”I wanted to congratulate you on tonight’s performance. You blew them all away, as always!” Red said, smiling a bit. ”I don't know who your tutor is, but he certainly did a good job!”

Tenn sighed. She wasn't sure of who had provided her with singing lessons; all she remembered was an Irken dressed in a black cape in her dreams, but a figment of her imagination doesn’t exactly count. 

“Whoever he is, he is a great teacher.” she said simply. Red gave her an odd look, but said nothing on the matter. 

“Anyhow, if you need a break, Spork is willing to give you a free night tomorrow. Tak could perform the lead in Mausk.” 

“She’s back? Last time I heard, she threw another fit and left after a sandbag fell on top of her head.” 

Red shrugged. “You know Tak, she hates when the spotlight is on top of anyone that isn’t her.” 

Tenn chuckled. Tak is perhaps the only person she considered a worthy rival, but all her talent is wasted in her self-serving attitude and smeetish tantrums when things didn’t go her way. But in a way, Tenn was grateful; if it weren’t for her fits, she wouldn’t have had the lead in tonight’s performance. 

“Okay, then. I could use the free time for myself.” Red nodded.

“Very well, then. I shall inform Spork in a while. Meanwhile, you’re free to go home for the day. You deserve it.”  

Thanking Red again as he left her dressing room, Tenn shifted on her couch. She’d go home, alright, but first she’d take a small nap. She wouldn't like to fall asleep on the wheel. Better late than never, after all. Besides, it’s not like there was anybody waiting for her back home, anyway.

                                                           -IZ-

Once he delivered instructions and sent most of the dancers and workers home for the day, Red went to his usual spot in the rafters and lit up a small cigarette. It’s supposed to be forbidden, but everyone’s gone home, so it’s not like he’s bothering anyone right now. 

Besides, it’s not like Spork was roaming around like security; he’d rather lock himself inside his office and not come out. 

His lekku twitched when the metal planks behind him creaked. “You’re losing your edge, Pur.” 

The shadow behind him chuckled. 

“Ah, Red. You heard me because I wanted you to. Otherwise I’d already be next to you before you even blinked.” 

Red looked back at his companion. A tall Irken of his stature clad in a black vest and cloak; one might think he was his twin, except his eyes were a shade of purple instead of bright crimson. The defining feature, however, was the white half-mask his companion wore at all times, concealing the right side of his face from view. 

He’s got many names: The Phantom, Opera Ghost, murderer, Angel of Music, but Red knew his real name.

Purple. 

“How’s Miyuki?” 

“She’s coming back to work next week.” Red smiled a bit. “We had a little girl. Her name is Ilk.”

“One of these days, you should bring her. I’d like to meet her.”

“I will if you can spend the whole week without throwing the chandelier on top of the audience.”

“Hey, you should thank me for that! Thanks to that incident, Spork gave you your job back!” Purple countered. “Besides, the only person who got hurt was the guy who was supposed to replace you.” 

Red sighed. He kind of felt bad for that poor fella; it wasn’t his fault. Spork had gone against Purple’s will and fired Red, and Purple retaliated by frightening his replacement in an exaggerated manner. The guy didn’t die, but he quit as soon as he could speak again. 

Red didn’t hate Spork perse, but he’s been coveting his manager status for a good while now. Spork wasn’t fit for the job: he merely shouted orders without fully understanding them, all he cared about is to fill in his pockets. All the workers and performers feared him, but didn’t truly respect him. 

Red’s the one that takes charge and makes sure everything runs smoothly for each performance. He’s the one everybody looks up to for guidance when there’s a crisis or a clash between stars. 

“Miss Sakhak did a spectacular job tonight, didn’t she?” Purple said, tenderly caressing the petals of a blue rose. “She sings like a chorus of songuans from the Imperial Palace.” 

“Indeed. Not even Tak can hold a candle to her.” 

“That’s because I’m a great teacher!” Purple chimed. Red frowned.

“I thought we had talked about spying on people.” 

“Come on, nobody knows about that. Besides, you know there’s only one person I’m interested in.” Purple looked down at the rose. 

“Indeed. Anyhow, do you have any notes this time?” 

Purple looked inside his pocket and took out a black envelope, which he placed in Red’s open hand. “Make sure that he reads it tonight.” 

“Don’t worry, he’s learned to take any notes from you seriously.”

“Is Miss Sakhak in her dressing room?” 

Red turned to his companion.  “...What are you going to do?” 

Purple sighed and ran his hand over his head. “I think it’s time I actually introduce myself, Red. I’m taking her down to my lair.”

“Pur, are you sure you don’t want to just ask her out like normal people do? I mean, I’m not sure she’ll take it kindly that you just whisk her off underground and hold her there against her will.”

“It’ll only be for a few days until she gets to know me better.”

“She can do that on an actual date.” 

Purple tensed up, averting his gaze. “Right, and where do you suggest I take her? I mean, it’s not like I know my way around the city, and besides people would stare at my face…” 

“Pur, I still believe you’re being a bit too drastic. How do you think she’s going to react if you take her underground against her will?”

“I got it covered.” Purple said. 

Red had the feeling that he was lying, but shrugged it off. 

“Just a favor. At the very least make it look like she left home, otherwise Spork is going to have my head.” 

Purple tipped his hat and disappeared into the shadows, his long cape flowing behind him. 

Red sighed. Why do I have the feeling I’m going to regret this?

                                                             -IZ-

Tenn wasn’t sure of how much time she slept. When she woke up again, there was a long silence outside. Everyone must have gone home, even Red. Tenn looked up at her electric clock, which marked 01:19. Yup, it was very late. She better go home. 

As she grabbed her coat and headed for the door, she heard something. 

Tenn….

The irkenette looked around. Who said that? She warily reached out for the knob, but found her door locked. 

“What in Irk?” Tenn battled with the door's handle, trying to force it open. 

Don’t be frightened, my angel. I won’t hurt you. Come to me…

At some point, Tenn lost motion of her surroundings. The voice’s mysterious charm was captivating and familiar, calling her towards the mirror like a siren song she couldn’t resist, as hard as she tried.

I am your angel of music. Come to me, angel of music.

The lights in her dressing room suddenly became dimmer and the atmosphere turned colner. Tenn shivered at the sudden drop in temperature and rubbed her forearms. 

She soon found the reason why: she wasn’t in her dressing room, but she wasn’t in the  corridor either. Instead, Tenn found herself in a dark, dimly illuminated corridor. Tenn sneezed at the strong smell of musk and humidity.

And in front of her was a tall Irken clad in a black cape. She couldn’t see him clearly, except for the violet eyes glowing in the darkness

“Who are you?” She asked warily.

“As you can see, I’m no ghost or spirit.” the Irken said in a gentle voice, taking a step closer. “I am-”

“Stay away!” Tenn yelled, stepping back. 

“Hey, calm down, I’m just-”

Ignoring him, Tenn tried to go back the way she came, but the secret door had closed shut. She pounded on the door with all the strength she could muster. “Somebody!”

“Tenn-!” 

“HELP! REDDOK, TAK, ANYONE!”

Tenn panicked when she felt the stranger place a piece of cloth over her mouth. Desperate, she nailed at his arm, but soon her strength faded away as she saw black holes in her vision. 

The last thing she saw before slipping into unconsciousness was a white mask and those violet eyes looking down at her.

[honeylikewords]

Agent Whiskey being interested in a woman, how would he express it?

Aw, that’s so darn cute! Here I go!

(Note: I don’t really like the... uncomfortable, shall we say, and fully unnecessary sexual tone of the Kingsman series as a whole, so I’ve decided to remove it and tone down any overt or excessive attributes the weird writing sort of forced into Whiskey’s character. This is just my take on Jack, and one I prefer, since It’s My Cowboy And I Get To Pick The Canon!)

Jack Daniels is so many wonderful things; intelligent but grounded, confident but well-mannered, steadfast and true. And while his capable, efficient attitude and myriad talents make him a standout in his line of work and a truly remarkable conversationalist and negotiator both in and outside of his job, he’s got a bit of a secret.

He’s an absolutely abysmal flirt.

Now, let’s not be mistaken: he can woo with the best of them for a mission. But it’s not a part of his work he particularly enjoys, nor is all that comfortable with. He’s got a heart so big that he can barely carry it, and the manners and conscience to match, so he feels fairly ill at ease crossing the lines of good taste and treating a woman in any way he could imagine deeming less than ladylike. 

It makes flirting (and anything that might come after) very, very difficult for poor Jack, and though he often has to muscle through that gut feeling of wrongness for the sake of a mission, it leaves him with a sour taste in his mouth. And that’s just for a mission: when his heart really gets involved, he’s an utter mess.

Jack’s the sort of man who loves ardently, passionately, and emotionally. He loves with childlike devotion, with utmost adoration. Once he’s fallen in love, truly and fully, it consumes him; he’s a true Southern romantic, one who wants to treat his lady like a princess, like she’s the only woman in the world, and wants to dedicate himself body and soul to her and her happiness. As a result, as his feelings start to grow for the object of his affections, he’ll try his darndest to show her the candor and honesty of his heart, going out of his way to display his most gentlemanly, chivalrous attributes.

For example, he’ll rush to try and open doors for her, pull out chairs for her to sit in, stand up and take off his hat when she enters a room, flash her a big, warm smile if she ever looks in his direction, and refer to her only with the most respectful of terms. Now, that may not sound like bad flirting, but the issue isn’t that he’s corny, it’s that he can’t bring himself to actually, you know, flirt.

The thing that trips him up is that he is, in fact, just so concerned about treating her with respect and dignity and nothing but kindness, and he doesn’t want her to feel like he’s putting the moves on her, as if she’s just an object, an conquest, an assignment. He doesn’t want her to feel like he’s laying out all the stock tropes he lays out for the people he’s meant to momentarily charm for a mission: he wants her to feel how deep and genuine his affection for her is, and that it comes from a place of sincerity, of true desire to know her and be with her.

So he doesn’t ever actually flirt, per se, in the early stages of his investment in their relationship. He’s just painfully, achingly polite, almost to the point of being uncomfortably stiff and out of character. Everyone around him notices the abrupt shift in attitude the moment his beloved enters the room; he sits up straighter and taller, uses his best diction, swears less, and seems almost nervous, like a showdog. Tequila swears that Jack breaks out in hives, though Ginger says it’s just a bit of a flop-sweat. Both agree that he does get substantially redder in the face, especially around the cheeks and ears.

When the woman he’s enamored with leaves the room, he’ll sometimes slump low in his chair or rub at his eyes tiredly, sighing out in embarrassment; he knows he must have looked insane, babbling on about lord only knows what. He just can’t help being so tightly wound up around her; whenever she walks in the room, he can feel his stomach tie in knots, his hands sweat, his tongue lay heavy in his mouth.

As time goes on, though, and as his bond with his beloved strengthens, and they grow from just being coworkers to being friends with genuine closeness and familiarity, he learns to relax and be at ease in her presence. Yes, he still flop-sweats a little (the poor inner rim of his Stetson is always damp after a conversation with her), but he learns to talk to her more openly, more calmly, and lets himself feel less afraid of messing up in front of her. Instead, he focuses on just making her smile and reveling in the moment, enjoying being in her presence.

He still opens doors for her, still stands up and takes his hat off to greet her as she enters the room, and gives her all his gentlemanly attentions with even more enthusiasm, but he does so with less fear in his heart; the fear is replaced with simple, pure joy at seeing her, at being able to do at least some small thing to express that joy, that admiration he has for her.

Jack is also a little bit of a gift-giver, though he tries to do it in subtle ways so she won’t feel like he’s trying to buy her affection. 

It may sound odd, but Jack keeps a tiny Moleskine notebook in his back pocket and takes quick notes any time his lady love mentions wanting something, needing a new this or that, or any other details he wants to remember. He’d somewhere heard that Mister Rogers had kept notes on people he loved in order to remember details of their personal lives, and if it’s good enough for Mister Rogers, it’s good enough for Jack Daniels.

So every now and then, when he wants to give her a little nudge of his love, Jack will open up the notebook and look through the pages in order to pick something to give her; say she’d recently complained about how her work computer is too old to properly keep up with her needs: HR will, seemingly out of nowhere, have the resources to replace hers with a nice, shiny, brand new one. 

Perhaps she’d mentioned that she didn’t have a scarf suitable for the winter, and, out of the blue, a pretty white box will be on her desk with a prettier scarf inside, the gift only noted as one by a small card reading “To keep you warm. -An Admirer”. 

Flowers will be sent to her office, but never big, distinctly romantic bouquets. He prefers to send smaller, more simplified ones meant to brighten the room and her day, not distract her with gauche or gaudy proclamations of love. His favorite bouquet to send is a mixture of white lilies, white tulips, and a bright yellow pop of goldenrod: pure, sweet, and sincere, and close to his heart in their meanings. Yes, he learned flower languages specifically to make sure he was sending her thoughtful bouquets. Can you blame a man for being invested?

In the same notebook, he also jots down other things about her; moments when she looked especially lovely, things she’d said that he wants to remember (like jokes or sweet compliments), her allergies, her favorite movies: personal details. He remembers them well enough on his own, but he likes to have the physical notes to look over, too: they help him remember other details, too, forming webs and recalling details he’d thought he’d forgotten. It makes him feel ever-so-tender, and he loves taking the notes and poring over them again later whenever he needs a spark of her warmth in his chest.

In a different vein, Jack also tends to be a bit of a show-off whenever the situation permits. If there’s ever a chance to display how good he is with his whip or lasso in front of her, he’ll take it, gladly bringing out his splashiest techniques, hoping to get a smile out of her, always checking her expressions as he does his tricks to see if she’s responding as he’d hoped. Sometimes, if she’s watching him use his lasso and he does a particularly impressive trick, she’ll reward him with a round of dainty, polite applause, and his heart will swell (alongside his stroked ego) and Jack will be completely unable to suppress his gleeful, boyish smile.

Similarly, every so often, there’ll be an office party at the Statesman offices, and those are Jack’s opportunity to show off his dance moves. Dancing isn’t at all uncommon for the Statesmen-- they all love a good dance and pride themselves on being jovial people, often inclined to indulge in some good, old-fashioned fun-- but Jack stands out as one of the best dancers. While not as showy as Tequila, he’s got an undeniable grace and charm to his movements, one that issues an air of self-possession and aptitude for the art.

Thanks to the good fortune of his dancing ability and the providence of a social event like a dance, Jack’s been able to ask for his beloved’s hand on the dancefloor a few times. Something about knowing he’s a capable dancer instills Jack with the confidence he needs to approach her; it’s just a dance, after all, and plenty of their coworkers are dancing together platonically, so there’s no pressure on either of them to see the moment as more than just two friends having some harmless fun at a company event. Yet, still, in his heart of hearts, Jack knows that when he takes her hand and guides her onto the dancefloor, he’s not doing it out of mere companionship or camaraderie; his belly flutters with giddy excitement at her closeness to him, and at the intimacy of being able to share a dance together.

She’s not nearly so light of foot as he is, but he doesn’t mind in the slightest: in fact, he quite likes having to slow down and guide her, keeping his hands on her waist as he tells her where to put her feet. He adores the kittenish expression she’ll take on as she tries to follow his lead, staring down at their footwork, but he always relents and allows them to just sway or wiggle to the beat, depending on if it’s a slow song or a more exciting tempo. 

His favorites are the slow songs, the ones where he gets permission to put his hands on her hips and feel her arms around his neck, where he can, if only for a moment, gaze down into her eyes and smile at her the way lovers do. He has more than once wondered to himself if this would be the kind of dance they’d do at their wedding, then quickly tucked the thought away in a rush of chagrin. Still, the tendrils of the thought linger as they step side to side, whispering to each other in hushed, playful tones about the others dancing and the events of the night, placing bets on who among the others would be the most hungover come sunrise the next day.

Jack also is always quick to offer to drive her home or, at the very least, walk her to her car every chance he can. He’s a bit of a hopelessly overprotective soul; he doesn’t think he could stand to see her get hurt, so whenever he sees her packing up to go home, he asks if she needs a ride anywhere. If she doesn’t, he asks if she’d like to be walked to her vehicle, and always feels so comforted when she accepts: after all, he’s not just offering for her peace of mind. It’s for his, as well.

He’ll fall into stride by her side as they walk, his hands shifting position as he fidgets, part of him itching to reach out and interlace their fingers, part of him doing its best to keep him in line. Their hands hover dangerously close as they walk, and every now and then an uneven step will cause their knuckles to brush for the briefest microsecond, which kickstarts Jack’s poor, mooning heart, his head rushing with schoolboy glee at the touch of his crush.

When they reach her car, he always opens her door for her and, once she’s comfortably seated, he closes it for her as well. He’ll linger at her window and give her a confidentially lovesick smile, murmuring “Now, you get home safe, alright, darlin’?”

She always promises she will, and he’ll pat the door of her car, as if coaxing a horse into running, and watch her drive away with a forlorn look in his eye, wishing he had the courage to act on the ache in his heart.

Honestly, the car-walking isn’t even half of all the things he likes to do for her. He likes to pretend to be running out to get “everyone” lunch and just “happen” to ask her if he can get her anything, and when she insists she doesn’t want to be a bother, he’ll counter with all his Southern charm, protesting that a lady’s gotta eat, and that a gentleman ought to provide. 

Anytime he walks by her desk, he’ll ask if she needs anything, be it more staples or a drink or a break; Jack likes to feel helpful to her, like he’s showing her what a good provider he could be for her should they become a couple. 

If she comes in sick, he’ll fuss that she needs to go home and rest, and won’t get to work on any of his projects until he’s gently cooed at her to go home and sleep and drink lots of fluids, and he’s scolded whatever supervisor made her come in when she is so clearly ill. Once she’s home and safely ensconced in her bed, then he’ll resume work; not a moment before. If she comes in stressed or anxious, he’ll come to her side and speak to her quietly, asking if there’s anything he can do, or if she’d like to step outside and just talk for a moment. 

In short, Jack shows his care by being present: he lingers near her, listens to her needs, keeps a respectful distance until he knows it’s alright to draw closer. All he wants to do is treat her like the lovely lady she is and give her all his respect, reverence, and devotion. And then, maybe, someday, he’ll find the words to tell her just how much he cares about her, and, maybe, hear that she cares just as much for him. Until then, he’s willing to wait; she’s worth it.

[mithranqueersmusings]

Baby, You’re A Rich Man XIII

Chapter: 13/28

Rating: U

Summary: Ringo could never understand why that group of three boys made him feel so uncomfortable, or why the way George looked at him sent him into a panic. After a chance encounter Ringo discovers the truth and has no clue what to do with the information.

Tags: AU - Gangsters, Slow Burn, Smut, Eventual Romance, Violence, Angst

Pairings: George Harrison/Ringo Starr, John Lennon/Paul McCartney

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The four of them sat drinking and laughing for a while, Ringo very much enjoying the relaxed atmosphere around them. Every so often somebody would walk past the table and say hello to them, never forgetting to make Ringo feel welcome. Whenever they asked for his name, they almost always had the same reaction of thinking he was some musician, which made Ringo feel a little bit like a celebrity. A few girls had seemed interested in him, asking whether he would dance with them later or join them for a drink but he'd made it very clear that he was committed to George. At one point George had egged Ringo on, perhaps to let him know that he wouldn't really mind if he danced with a girl, but Ringo didn't even want to entertain the idea - George had his full attention. Some of the girls were gorgeous, and two months ago Ringo would've jumped at the chance just to speak to them, but no part of him felt interested.

After a couple more drinks, several for John, the ceremony began and Ringo desperately wished they'd taken a table further away from the arch. This was the first time he saw Tony, who looked normal enough, but he had a strange air about him. They looked happy together, Ringo thought, but he couldn't tell sometimes whether Stephanie was smiling or grinding her jaw. Something told Ringo that they weren't going to have the most flattering wedding photos. Despite how unwelcoming Stephanie had been, he still felt warm at the sight of the two of them exchanging their vows and rings. The whole crowd cheered when the bride and groom kissed, some whistles and shouts breaking above the noise. Stephanie showed off the ring to the group of girls who began crowding towards the front, it had a ridiculously large gem on it which Ringo wasn't the biggest fan of, but each to their own he supposed. Then came for the moment when the bride turned her back to the crowd, clutching a grand bouquet of flowers in preparation to throw it behind her; the girls were getting a little aggressive over it, many of them trying to elbow their way to their front and squealing as though they truly believed this ritual meant anything. The flowers flew backward, rather sloppily on account of Stephanie's intoxication, and what happened next Ringo hadn't prepared for.

The flowers landed in his lap and the whole world seemed to freeze for a moment. There they were, sitting almost perfectly on his knees like this was some kind of sick joke, and Ringo's face turned almost as red as the roses before him. His eyes widened and mouth dropped open as he looked over at George who had a massive grin on his face. The crowd was silent, Stephanie glaring at him - if looks could kill, Ringo thought he would've dropped dead at that moment - but a raucous shout burst out not too far away from him.

"Fuck yeah, Ringo!" It was John, standing up abruptly and pushing the table slightly as he did, clapping his hands together and cheering.

Almost immediately everyone else replicated this, cheering and clapping for Ringo who was only blushing harder. He turned his eyes to George once more who pulled him close for a tender kiss, only spurring on the celebration further and intensifying Stephanie's anger. Ringo felt George's hand running through his hair, the other cupping his cheek delicately as their lips met and Ringo's head was swimming; it felt like a dream. After what felt like an eternity, the band struck up a romantic song so that the couple could enjoy their first dance together. Ringo pulled away later than he felt he should've, but it was hard to deny himself the pleasure of kissing George. The crowd's attention was fully on the newly-weds now which was a relief to Ringo who's face was beginning to return to its natural shade. Paul had a very pleased look on his face as the two pulled away from each other which made Ringo smile.

Ringo struggled to avoid thinking about the connotations of the whole thing, trying to focus on the fact they were just flowers, but his mind began running away with ideas of commitment. Granted he hadn't really known George that long, but it really didn't feel that way, and there wasn't anybody Ringo had ever felt so strongly about before, especially not this quickly. He didn't know what to do with the thoughts, it was probably best to leave them right now in case he ruined the lovely moment, but he had a feeling they were going to keep returning to him throughout the day. After a few minutes the song ended and the crowd cheered once more, the couple sharing a sweet kiss before other couples began to step out into the open space to begin dancing. The band picked up the speed with their music slightly, but some couples were still slow-dancing.

George stood up then and held his hand out for Ringo "Care to join me?" He said with a smirk.

Ringo took his hand excitedly and was led towards the array of couples, John and Paul slowly followed behind him as Paul struggled to get John on his feet. They moved through the crowd towards the back, closer to the large expanse of the garden, then halted. George let go of Ringo's hand then and moved it down to his waist, the other taking Ringo's second hand confidently while Ringo stood there looking confused.  He'd never really danced like this before, the girl's he met in clubs were more interested in having fun than actually being romantic. He looked up at George slightly lost who just chuckled at him.

"Put your hand on my shoulder, you melon." George smiled down at him and Ringo did as he said.

The feeling of George's hand pressed against his hip, slipping underneath his jacket and caressing the clothed skin, shamelessly excited Ringo. Slowly they began to move their feet, Ringo trying his best to follow George. It didn't take long for Ringo to get the hang of it and before long they were moving across the space with at least some grace. Ringo wasn't sure he really saw the point of it though, and if anybody but George had offered it to him he certainly would've refused it, but being able to focus solely on the other man, looking into his dark eyes as he moved along with his body certainly had its benefits. George gently drew circles on Ringo's hip as they danced, a few times he began to move his hand lower but corrected himself almost immediately, but Ringo wasn't sure it needed correcting. After three or four songs, the band took a quick break, which gave Ringo a chance to catch his breath somewhat. When the music finished, George captured Ringo in a kiss, moving his hand to Ringo's back and pushing them close together; nobody was really looking at them, they'd purposefully kept as far away from people as was socially acceptable, but Ringo couldn't help feeling somewhat exposed. George's tongue pressed into Ringo's mouth with a happy hum, his other hand going to Ringo's neck to kiss his deeply. Ringo could stay like this forever, or at least he'd like to but when George began to plant kisses on his neck Ringo had to stop him otherwise there'd be no turning back.

"All in good time." Ringo chuckled, rubbing his thumb on George's cheek which was reddening.

"Don't wanna wait." George mumbled, planting a kiss on Ringo's jaw.

"I know... Neither do I." Ringo breathed, lifting up George's face lightly and kissing him softly but pulling away before he could deepen it "But it'll be worth the wait."

George smiled at him weakly, Ringo could see the lust in his eyes but he was clearly trying to fight it. His gaze on Ringo was heavy, and it made him feel like he was going to melt, but luckily the band began to play again and saved Ringo from what felt like damnation. It was faster music now, more of the rock and roll that Ringo loved so much and a smile grew on his face as he recognised the song. This was something he was used to, and he was instantly more relaxed now than he had been trying to ballroom dance with George. The two of them loosened up, shaking their heads and twisting their bodies as they laughed and smiled with one another. Eventually they found Paul and George dancing, John occasionally giving Paul a messy spin or attempted dip and while Paul protested, it was the happiest Ringo had ever seen him.

A few of the couples and elderly people had sat back down now as the younger party guests took over the dance floor. They danced for hours, jackets were gradually discarded and tossed to the side as the sun's heat continued to beat down upon the avid dancers. The smell from the garden was sweet, and as Ringo danced away with George and his friends he struggled to think of anything that would've made the situation better.

During one of the songs, George pulled Ringo close to him and danced with him this way, either their chests or backs pressing together. At first it was rather silly, both of them laughing away as they continued to finish off glasses of champagne whenever they could get a hold of one, but it gradually grew more animalistic. George began breathing heavily in Ringo's ear, running his hands over his body and Ringo would extend out his neck so that George could kiss him there. They began sweating, George undid a few of his shirt buttons and Ringo gazed lustily at the sharpness of the taller man's collarbones. Ringo wasn't sure how long they danced like this for, but luckily they were hidden away enough by groups and couples dancing that they could get away with it. They kissed desperately between songs, hands pawing all over the other's body, and Ringo felt his head swimming.

Eventually the music came to a halt and someone announced that it was time to eat, so the dance floor quickly emptied. Ringo pulled George away, linking their fingers loosely together and they made their way back to the table. George rushed to make himself look presentable again, straightening his tie and putting on his jacket. Paul and John were already sat down by the time they got there, and Ringo could see some hickies forming under Paul's collar; it was refreshing to know himself and George weren't the only randy ones.

"How's the bread plan going John?" Ringo asked as he sat down, still a little short of breath.

"Well... I've drank quite a few by now, and I'm not really feeling that drunk." John said drunkenly.

"How many is quite a few?" George chuckled.

"More than 10... Less than 100." John smiled proudly.

"I've even lost count, that should tell you something." Paul said, he was resting his head against Paul's.

"Maybe the food will sober him up." Ringo suggested as the waiters began bringing the plates out.

The starters were delivered after a few minutes, it was some kind of fancy salad. Ringo was a little nervous about the whole eating aspect of it all, as it was difficult to know for sure whether his allergies would act up sometimes. Another daunting obstacle was the cutlery, there was far too much of it. Ringo looked over at George how a child may look at their classmate to copy off their test, and just followed his actions.

"No need to look so terrified." George laughed as he began eating "You've dealt with scarier knives, after all."

Ringo scoffed at the comment but George's dry humour helped him to relax somewhat. They got through the first course, laughing and chatting between mouthfuls, before the plates were collected and the next course was brought out. It was an array of seafood and Ringo let out a heavy sigh.

"What's up?" George asked quietly.

"I'm allergic to seafood." Ringo chuckled awkwardly. "But I don't wanna be rude."

George just smiled, taking his fork and picking off a prawn from Ringo's plate and putting it into his mouth.

"Lads, clear some room on your plates." George mumbled as he continued to eat, picking up Ringo's plate and sharing the food in between the three of them.

"I won't say no to some more scallops." Paul smiled sweetly, John just nodding as he stuffed his mouth with food and drink.

"If you're hungry later we can go out for something." George explained, handing Ringo his almost empty plate back.

"Thanks." Ringo smiled, taking a sip of his drink.

"You can thank me later." George winked.

Ringo felt his stomach stir, he tried not to think about all the ways he wanted to thank him.

As the sun began to set, all the dessert plates long empty and everyone was happily chatting away, drinking copious amounts of champagne and smoking. While it was starting to get a little chilly, it was still fairly warm and Ringo didn't feel like moving. The newlyweds had driven off to start their honeymoon an hour or two ago but the festivities had continued. A few groups of people had left and the band were performing their final songs before they called it a night.

"Wanna get another dance in before they head off?" George asked, cigarette sitting between his teeth.

Ringo nodded eagerly and they headed off once again. John had continued on his mission to drink into oblivion and while Paul seemed mildly annoyed, his affection never wavered. John kept rambling about how beautiful Paul was, how lucky he was to have him, which made the other man blush. Ringo had asked if Paul wanted to dance too, but he shook his head with a smile and said he had to stay to look after John. When Ringo looked back at their table as George carried him off, Paul had scooted his chair closer to John's and was resting his legs on top of him, practically sitting in his lap as he comfortingly whispered in his ear; it made Ringo happy to see them so enamoured with one another.

There were a few stragglers on the dance floor, either happy couples or extremely intoxicated people trying their best to remain upright. This time, instead of putting his hand on Ringo's hip, George just put both of his hands on his back and pulled them together, pulling up Ringo's hands to lace behind his own neck. It was still an adjustment for Ringo to be the submissive one in all this, not to say that he minded, but it was still strange to have someone assuming the more typically 'masculine' role. George's hands adjusted themselves comfortably on Ringo's back as the two of them began to sway to the music. Looking into his eyes, with the world darkening around them, Ringo felt like he was in a trance. It felt entirely magical. He could really appreciate George's beauty like this, and there was a lot to appreciate , and no part of him wanted to break their intense stare.

"Have you had a good time?" George asked in a hushed tone.

"Almost perfect." Ringo smiled.

"Almost?"

"Well the day's not over yet."

"And what a finale it'll be." George smirked.

"I sure hope so."

"There's no need to be nervous, you're in safe hands." George punctuated his words by dipping one of his hands into Ringo's back pocket, which gave him a start.

"I've been looking forward to it, quite a lot actually." Ringo admitted, letting his fingers play with George's hair.

"Have you got work tomorrow?"

"No... Why?"

"Good." George smirked "Just thought you might need the rest."

"Well you did promise to fuck my brains out. Am I remembering that correctly?"

"Don't you worry, Ringo. I'm a man who keeps his promises." George purred.

Ringo looked deep into his eyes and saw no sign of hesitation in them. He gulped, that familiar stir in his stomach rising up. The way George said his name like that was unfair, it sounded too good, like Ringo's name was made to come out of George's mouth. He expected that wouldn't be the last time George would be calling his name that night.

[fairylynel]

Lapis Re:LiGHTS - Anime Review

I started watching this since the art style is so beautiful and cute. I have always had a weakness for Magical Girls anime, but this one has the Idol aspect mixed with it.

Contains Spoilers

The main character of this show is Tiara Victoria Lex Waleland (voiced by Yukari Anzai who also worked on Happy Sugar Life and Release the Spyce), an extremely long name that, as everyone can guess, means that this girl is actually royalty. She’s one of the princesses of the Waleland kingdom, along with her sister, Eliza (voiced by Kana Anazawa who also worked on Angel Beats! and Deadman Wonderland). Against her older sister wishes, Tiara runs away from her home and joins the Flora Girls' High School, a magical school where students work in groups. It has some similarities to, for example, Hogwarts when it comes the evaluation system. You earn points if you do well in classes and lose them when you do poorly - and of course, after you lose too many, you are expelled. It’s mandatory in this high school that the students work in groups and earn the points together, going up (or down) in the ranking system.

This show has, like all idol anime, several girl groups that the viewer can adore (seven groups to be precise). So, of course, Tiara joins a group where her childhood friend, Rosetta (voiced by Risa Kubota who has also worked on Konohana Kitan and Ongeki), an extremely clumsy and fiery tiny girl called Lavie (voiced by Live Mukai who has also worked on Hitoribocchi no Marumaru Seikatsu), a more stern girl called Ashley (voiced by Iori Saeki who has also worked on Nekopara and Uma Musume: Pretty Derby) and the bookworm Lynette (voiced by Mizuki Yamamoto).

All these girls have pretty standart and stereotypical personalities, but they are all extremely loveable, I absolutely enjoyed seeing Lavie and Ashley argue with each other, while Tiara and Rosetta bonded over their family backgrouds and memories, plus Lynette (even though she didn’t have a counterpart, per say) had enough interactions with everyone, while being important to the plot at the same time. I was afraid her character would be forgotten, but she was extremely charming since the beginning. Moreover, it was super refreshing to see the girls interact with the other groups and forming friendships with each other; it was genuinely refreshing to see, for example, Lynette become close to Ratura (voiced by Yukimi Hayase) and bond over their love for the group Ray.

Each group eventually becomes an Orchestra, a group that sings for the town’s people so a big quantity of mana can be stored in one of the biggest buildings of the school. It doesn’t hurt the people who are listening, despite my concerns in the first episodes, it is just a way to enjoy music.

Moving on to the groups then:

There are 7 in total:

LiGHTS - Tiara, Rosetta, Lavie, Ashley and Lynette. They become an Orchestra since they were in risk of being expelled due to having very little points among them. Their songs in the show have been 私たちのSTARTRAIL (in this particular song, all of the groups are present, but it’s mostly sung by LiGHTS) and Planetarium. It’s the pop style kind of group, their songs tend to appeal to everyone. These songs are, respectively, the Opening song for the anime and the Ending.

IV KLORE (and my favourite group so far) - Emilia, the daughter of a succubus, having the ability to drain the people who touch her of their energy (voiced by Hazuki Hoshino), Alpha, a magic doll that serves Emilia (voiced by Tomomi Mineuchi who has also worked on Slow Start and The Disastrous Life of Saiki K. 2), Salsa, a werewolf (voiced by Yuu Sasahara who has also worked on Ochikobore Fruit Tart and Tonari no Kyuuketsuki-san) and Garnet, a ghost (voiced by Youko Nakayama). This group shows up quite early in the show, having an episode dedicated to Garnet as she joins IV KLORE later on. This group has no human members, all of them either being half-human or fully mystical creatures. They’re music is really enjoyable, having a bit of a darker tone when compared to everyone else. In the show, they sing two songs - Midnight Sapphire and Forbidden Fairytale. 

KonoHana wa Otome - Kaede, the younger sister (voiced by Yuuko Oono who has also worked on Konohana Kitan and Ongaku Shoujo), Nadeshiko, the middle sister (voiced by Rina Honizumi who has also worked on Hug tto! Precure and Plunderer) and Tsubaki, the oldest (voiced by Arisa Suzuki who has also worked on New Game!! and Butlers: Chitose Momotose Monogatari). In the anime, they sing two songs -  Karakure＊Night Fever and Inochi Mijikashi, Ryouran Otome. This group mixes traditional japanese music with the rock concept, making this group my second favourite. Their songs are absolutely delicious. In the episode that is dedicated to this group, we see Kaede and Nadeshiko fighting over their musical concept, the middle sister wanting to mix rock music with the traditional. The viewer can see Nadeshiko struggling to keep the relationship with Kaede, while the youngest struggles with the fear of failure of not being able to perform both concepts well enough. It was a really cute episode and it was really fun to see the three of them, even though Tsubaki doesn’t seem to interact much with the other Orchestras, with the other girls and seeing them establish friendships with them.

Sugar Pockets - Ratura (voiced by Yukimi Hayase), Champe (voiced by Seika Hirose) and Maryberry (voiced by Hikaru Akao who has also worked on Assault Lily: Bouquet and Runway de Waratte). This is, in my opinion, the weakes group in terms of their songs. They do this cutesy, soft performances and when compared to the other groups, they lack individuality. Other than that, the characters are pretty loveable as well. Ratura is seen quite often as she and Lynette become close friends as the show goes on and Maryberry becomes less and less shy and more eager to perform with her friends. Champe is probably the most forgetful of them all, but still a very cute character. They perform two songs in the show - Wagama Caramelize and Chat Noir.

Sadistic★Candy - Angelica (voiced by Yuuka Amemiya) and Lucifer (voiced by Risae Matsuda who has also worked on Keijo!!!!!!!! and Love Live! Sunshine!! ).This group is the one that makes Sugar Pockets look boring, in my opinion. This Orchestra also has a happy, sweet kind of concept, but their chaotic personality and energy makes them stand out quite a lot. They performed two songs as well - Positive★Paradise and Are Many Chance!!! . Not only that, but when it comes to the plot, Angelica was also part of the popular group Ray, however her personality at that time now embarasses her and she is a more serious person, despite her childish self still coming out when arguing with Lucifer. 

supernova - Yue (voiced by Yuu Sakuragi who has also worked on), Millefeuille (voiced by Saeko Oku) and Fiona (voiced by Haruka Itou who has also worked on Omoi no Kakera).This is one of the most popular groups when Tiara joins the school. The members are all students in high ranks and they are used in several episodes to show how the hierarchy in this high school works. Their personalities and friendships aren’t shown as much as everyone else, what the viewer will learn the most about them is Yue’s hatred for Tiara and that Millefeuille works a bit like an older sister for both of them, often keeping Fiona in place. Their songs, despite being good, aren’t my favourites from all of them. They go for a more mature concept with their outfits and sounds, but it feels a bit “noisy” in the chorus. They perform two songs -  Ao no Shoudou and RISE.

Ray - Eliza, Chloe (voiced by Yoshino Nanjou who has also worked on Akuma no Riddle and Love Live! School Idol Project), Angers (voiced by Yuuka Amemiya) , Camilla (voiced by Sumire Uesaka who has also worked on Chuunibyou demo Koi ga Shitai! and Musaigen no Phantom World) and Yuzuriha (voiced by Ayane Sakura who has also worked on BanG Dream! and My Hero Academia). I really don’t have much of an opinion about this group as they aren’t really active anymore. I do enjoy their backstories quite a lot and I honestly hope that, if there is a second season, that these girls can get a little bit more screen time. Eliza, Tiara’s older sister, is now uncapable of singing, if she does, she might lose her voice. She was the one who asked Chloe, the now chair of the board at school despite her yound age, to put Tiara in a group that would be easily expelled. Angers became Angelica and changed her personality completely, going from a cute, soft and a bit ridiculous girl to a more serious one. Camilla was known as the Ray’s Immaculate Prince, but barely anything is shown about her besides the fact that she was a vampire that was extremely popular amongst her classmates. And then there is my favourite, Yuzuriha, a lesbian who loves to flirt with girls and spends her time in the school’s cabaret - which, by the way, the viewer can see that Champe works there as well (maybe Champe is a wlw as well?). Yuzuriha is the funniest of the group and I definitely enjoyed some representation even if a bit weird. The only issue I see with her in the anime is that her sexuality is used as a personality trait, but even so, so little is shown from the group itself that I didn’t really mind it. She was called the Graceful Dancing Princess as she was a great dancer.

The plot starts with LiGHTs struggling with the little points they have and trying to find ways to not be expelled, the viewer can see them in class and joining a group with all the other Orchestras (except Sadistic★Candy) to fight some supernatural monster that was lurking around in a forest close to the high school (it was actually Garnet, completely unaware that she was dead and didn’t know others saw her as a ghost). While they try their best to not have to leave the school, eventually they just aren’t able to have enough points and are forced to leave. From this moment forward, it’s revealed that several monsters are coming towards the high school and that all the Orchestras need to work together, so they can gather mana enough fromt he audience and protect the town. As this is going on, Ray’s backstory is revealed and LiGHTs still managed to save the day in the end.

I really enjoyed the show and the episode where Garnet joins IV KLORE was my favourite by far. The writers did a good job when it comes to allow the viewer to know the characters well, without feeling overwhelmed with so many of them. Truth be told, Champe, Camilla and even Lucifer don’t really have much screen time, but the writers still managed to make them interesting enough to not be completely forgotten. Other than that, I liked most of the songs and even those that weren’t my type were still fun to watch the Orchestras perform.

Rating: 7/10

[bananashemmo]

Will You Marry Me?

Pairing: Y/N/Calum

Rating: All

Request: No

Words: 2.000+

Summary: Inspired of a viral video, Calum proposes to Y/N at his friend’s wedding right after she catches the bridal bouquet 

“How did you convince me to do this?” You laughed into Calum’s shoulder, chin resting on top of it even though you almost weren’t tall enough.

“I have my skills.” He whispered into your ear, his warm hand embracing your small one.

“You always promise me to save me a dance for the night.”

You looked into his brown warm eyes, seeing your smile in his reflection. He was having a grin on his face and you shook your head slowly, only smiling wider.

Your eyes glanced towards the seats by your table, wishing to be back with a glass of white wine. You weren’t quite the dancer, you never really had been.

Calum wasn’t either but he just loved the feeling of getting to dance close and swing you around. He always said that a song kept magic and it was expressed through dancing close.

The tables were covered with lilies, glasses of wine and napkins with engraved names on the top of it printed with gold. Everything was either in white, light yellow or gold. It was a beautiful combination.

The jazz band playing in the background tuned up the music to the song they were playing. You could feel Calum’s hips rock back and forth, he almost wanted to snap his fingers to the beat.

Sometimes he just couldn’t contain it when there was a great bass line. Safe to say jazz was one of his favorite secret music genres. Especially because the bass really came to its peak.

You smiled carefully at him and looked towards the bride and groom dancing with each other. A close friend of yours and his now wife. They looked like they were smiling all over their face like they never wanted to forgive this moment.

You wouldn’t either.

Calum was gazing towards them as well, smiling and winking with his eyebrows when his friend looked towards them. An old one from high school whom he still kept in touch with.

“Have I told you how stunningly beautiful you look tonight?” He gazed back to you, smiling.

“A couple of times, yeah.” You grinned, closing your eyes when his lips found your forehead and gave you a small peck.

“That’s because I can’t tell you enough how beautiful you are.”

You smiled and leaned your head on his chest, feeling how your cheeks rose into a deep shade of red. Even to this day, years of relationship he still managed to make you blush like a teen.

He never grew tired of the compliments. He even was true to his words. You were becoming more and more beautiful for each day you were together.

You weren’t the only couple on the dance floor.

It was seconds after the bride and groom had their first dance that Calum grabbed your hand and said it was time to dance.

At first you had tried to protest. You preferred just sitting by the table and talk, you had never been the one to stand up when the music came up and give it all you got.

You’d rather see others do it.

That wasn’t a possibility when you were with Calum. Every shot he got to take you to the dance floor he did. He just loved the music, he loved enjoying it and with his favorite person in the whole world, he felt complete.

Just like he was doing right now.

The smile on his face was worth everything. Even if it meant you had to test your limits, but you’d do it every single day just to see him happy.

“You’ve learned some new moves, haven’t you?” You grinned and he was quick to nod.

It wasn’t something you had wanted to learn, but Calum had even agreed without your permission to take some dance lessons. For what you didn’t know, at first he was going on his own but you felt it was sad that you weren’t with him.

He always knew the way to make you convinced. He just needed to use a little bit of guilt and you were wrapped around his little finger.

It was an easy way to do it. Using the card that he would be standing there all alone and making a fool of himself. The way his puppy eyes were looking at you was just enough to tip you over the edge.

You couldn’t help but fume when he was being like this but then again you could just gain some self-control.

You had never asked him why he wanted to learn how to dance. It was just the way Calum lived, he did things spontaneously. You still remembered the summer where he spent days working at the local coffee shop down the street. Not because he loved coffee but because he just wanted to blend in between people and appearance something new.

Safe to say, the coffee shop earned a hell of a lot of money that summer. You doubted it was because of Calum’s coffee skills.

“It’s for moments like these I appreciate we take those dance classes.” He whispered in your ear, his hand soft against yours.

You looked at the tattooed fingers, seeing how they disappeared between yours. You noticed the small letter that was on his thumb. A new one, something you had said was a little bit stupid but Calum didn’t care.

He wanted the front letter of your name. And when he wanted something, it was hard trying to tell him about it.

“Why,” You giggled, “Because you’re afraid someone will judge you for your dancing?”

“No, no.” He laughed as well and shook his head.

He looked down at you lovingly and bit down on his bottom lip.

You looked at him waiting for an answer but he decided not to say anything. Instead, he just winked with his right eye and let go of you to clap at the band when the song was over.

You furrowed your eyebrows for a short second but still with a smile on your face. Deciding to let it go you clapped as well, the attention now towards the jazz band who had stopped playing.

“Now that was another song written by the band,” The man in the tuxedo explained, he was wearing black hair that was pulled back and looked a little bit young compared to the rest of his band.

He probably looked around your age. You leaned your back against Calum’s chest and he wrapped his arms around you to continue clapping.

“Now, I think it’s time for all the ladies to gather around.” The lead singer announced and for a second you looked confused.

Calum instantly took a step back and disappeared between the many ladies that were starting to gather up. That was when you realized what was going to happen as the bride grabbed the bouquet she had been using at the church.

“Cal-, where did you?” You looked just a little bit confused but replaced it with an awkward laugh.

The many women from the wedding party gathered around you, standing with excited faces. You looked over at the bride who was smiling over at her husband and she gave him a glimpse before she turned around to face her back.

“Oh, shit.” You mumbled when you could feel people start to push, some seemed rather desperate to be married. Why, you didn’t really understand, this always seemed like some sort of superstitious tradition.

“Are you ready?” The bride just glimpsed over her shoulder and everyone yelled yes in agreement.

You nodded your head also and prepared your hands. You were standing in the middle so if she made a perfect throw, you would be able to catch it.

God, you could already picture Calum’s face.

“One, Two, Three.” Your eyes widened trying to focus when the bouquet was thrown and you prepared that everyone would literally run into each other wanting to get the chance.

But that was when you felt the wind almost gush as they all stepped back and your face almost looked more confused than before when the bouquet landed in your hands.

“Oh my god,” You mumbled under your breath, looking between everyone who was clapping in their hands excited.

The bride turned around and clapped her hands, eyes just as excited as everyone else.

That was when you heard the sound of someone knocking on a microphone.

“How did that feel? That adrenaline of catching something that seems like a fairy tale.”

You furrowed your eyebrows confused, quickly recognizing Calum’s voice. But you couldn’t see where he was standing or where in the hell he had managed to get a microphone.

“You probably look confused right now. That just means you didn’t expect it. You usually always call me out on surprises. But this time, you’re the one left in wonder.”

You looked over your shoulder trying to find the source of his voice. It was impossible but everyone was looking at you with a smile. Like they all had known from the beginning.

“I know it takes a lot to steal the spot from the bride and the groom at the wedding. Luckily enough they are the ones I call my best friend. Just like you are and always have been. The best.”

Your cheeks flushed in a deep shade of red. You almost wanted to respond but you kept it in and waited for him to continue.

“The day we met I still remember. It’s just as special as it is today because it’s the same date. May, 23nd. Just four years ago we met and from that final moment, I always knew that you would be the one.”

He cleared his voice and suddenly everyone was looking towards the stairs that lead to the first floor. That was where he had been hiding and the spotlight that had been on you was suddenly on him instead.

“I’ve always told you that no matter what would happen, it would always be us. No matter how many tours we’ve been through, concerts, holidays, school, college and what else. We’ve kept each other hand in hand, showing that nothing should beat us out. I know it’s been four years since you said yes to me the first time, wanting to be my girlfriend. But here I am asking loud enough another time. Just to see if the answer is the same.��

That was when you realized what was suddenly happening. Everything made sense and when he walked down the stairs and headed towards you, your heart skipped a beat.

He fished something out from inside his blazer and you couldn’t help but feel your knees weaken.

“Oh my god,” You mouthed, not wanting to say it out loud.

He smiled widely by your reaction and stopped when he was right in front of you.

“Don’t be scared,” He whispered with a wink. He knew your reaction was fully in surprise, not in shock. He knew you were bobbling inside with all the excitement you possibly could have.

“So I’m asking you, Y/N Y/L/N.” He kneeled down in front of you and opened the red velvet box to reveal a ring. One, you had looked at almost a year ago but Calum had mentioned you needed to wait.

This was your moment.

“Will you marry me?”

It made the whole room holler even though you hadn’t answered yet. They had all been standing and waiting for Calum to ask, it was the reason why so many had been smiling at you tonight.

“Of course I will,” Your hand came up in front of your mouth almost to not suppress a hiccup, smiling so widely your cheeks were hurting.

This time people were almost shouting in excitement when Calum grabbed the ring and placed it on your finger.

You fell down to your knees and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him in for such a compassionate kiss he had to hold you around the waist to make sure that you wouldn’t fall to the floor.

“I love you so much I can’t believe this,” You mumbled into his ear, feeling your heart beat so loudly it was vibrating through your body.

“I love you too,” He whispered back, his hand coming up to touch your cheek and caress it.

“You and me, forever.”

[saeyoungsspaceprincess]

Wedding headcanons of RFA

Thank you so much for enjoying my writing! I did take a long time to get to actually write all of that, but I'll do the shorter requests first, it's kind of hard to find enough motivation to write at the moment, so I thought about taking a break, but that was literally what I did anyway. I hope you like this one as well! (what I wrote there is actually kinda old, hehe. But look at me doing requests again! I hope you all don't hate me for being so inactive, I'll try my best with getting back to writing💜💜)

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Yoosung

Both of you thought long about where you would marry

You guys just had too many ideas, but decided on marrying at the location of all the RFA partys

Why? You had the idea because of Rika, you thought that - for Yoosung - it would be like she was actually there

The wedding dress was a rosé colored off shoulder dress, you had open, curly hair with white roses as a topping

Both of you cried while speaking your vows

At the reception, the whole RFA held a speech about how you two practically saved each other's butts and fell in love with each other

They also showed a video of the speech Yoosung held at the day you first met

All in all, your wedding day was your dream come true, but the most important thing was still the two of you and your love to each other making you happy

For your honeymoon, the two of you decided to go camping into some beautiful woods

Zen

You two married at the stage he was working at when he was younger, where he used to stay the night and got the name "Zen the night"

You thought of it as a special place, the place where he started to be, the place where he started accepting himself and chasing after his dreams

Your wedding theme was white and red, everything was like a dream. You felt like a princess from a movie

You had a beautiful wedding dress, It was fully white and you had a bouquet of red roses

Zen started crying when he first saw you walk up the aisle and you had luck your make-up was waterproof

But the most surprising thing was that his family came. His brother, mother and father

During the reception Zen sang a lot of songs dedicated to you and you got to experience how amazing of a dancer he actually was

He actually talked to his family, although it was kind of very awkward

You two got tons of presents. From the RFA, the guests, even his family bought something, as well as tons of fanmail

You two later found out that Jaehee was recording the whole wedding and you - of course - got a DVD of your guys' wedding

Your honeymoon was at the beach, you guys had a lot of fun and collected many seashells

Jumin

To everyone's surprise, you actually had a pretty private wedding. No press, no business-partners, just you, him and your guys' family (which includes the RFA, of course)

You had your wedding near his wine farm at his house he owns there

It was beautiful there and all of you felt at peace because there wasn't anyone who could ruin that time

You had a white princess dress with a really loooong wedding veil, you felt beautiful, especially with the tiara (with sapphires) you had on top of all that

Jumin was wearing a blue suit, to fit the sapphires on your tiara

This was also the first time everyone saw Jumin crying

Fast forward to the reception

At first everything seemed to be going wrong and it you all nearly had a crysis because of that

Especially since Jumin left you alone the whole time to be able to fix everything

But at the end of the day, you all just settled and relaxed, being happy with what you got and it turned out to still be the perfect wedding

And your guys' cake survived (how can you not have a great time if there's cake)

For your honeymoon you went to an island he owns (a bit like twilight actually) and you had a lovely time there

Saeyoung (lo and behold I'm writing him last right now to keep myself excited for him, yaay)

Scratch what I wrote here I'm writing something new

Because Saeyoung got pretty rich due to being a hacker he actually could afford the space station wedding

Before your wedding you had to go through some training to be able to have a space wedding

You guys were excited

Your dress was a bit on the tighter side because there's no gravity but it had beautiful laces on your dress that flew around

And he had a white suit (me and white suits, really) and a necktie with galaxy pattern

You could only take two guests up there, so you took Saeran and your older brother who was allowed to stream the wedding to the rest of your actual guests

After the sixty minute flight you went to celebrate your wedding with everyone else

You had these cute planets on all the tables and had tasty food (mostly fast food because why not)

Your wedding was a dream come true

For your honeymoon, you went to a road-trip exploring around many places and camping on the side of the road with a comfortable small fire

Who can tell I'm pretty hyper and excited writing this?

Jihyun

The two of you had a beach wedding

The both of you wanted a change of scenery so you guys thought of a beach wedding. It's positive, sunny and warm

You had a beautiful, short dress and laces on the back of your skirt I want to leave the rest up to YOUR ideal looking dress your hair was made into a loose bun and you had a small flower crown on your head with a smile on your face

Jihyun was dressed in a suit, of course. A white suit actually, to match the bright and happy location

The day of your wedding was filled with only smiles and happiness

You heard a lot of speeches from everyone during the reception and you even had the chance to dance several times

Again, there were lots of smiles and at some point some of the guests even went to swim in the ocean, including you and Jihyun

For your honeymoon, you went to Canada and went hiking and did lots of different stuff

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College AU! Lee Felix

We’re finally on the home stretch, the end is near for this series!! thank you for the immense amount of support you guys are giving us it means the world xxx

-Major: Musical Theatre

-Minor: none, he has no time outside of rehearsals

-Sports: the same martial arts club as Woojin but he specialises in taekwondo, he’s the college’s star taekwondo player and even won them several medal in the nation championships he like a god on campus tbh,, also plays soccer but isn’t officially part of the team bc he has too many other commitments with his course though sometimes they do call him up if they’re in DIRE need of a player

-Clubs: film club, just bc he likes to watch films and listen to other people’s opinion of films tbh (and he can take naps if the film is boring lmao), is also the deputy of the musical theatre society so he has a lot of power of what musicals they covered

-Felix for the last time we’re NOT doing Wicked and if we ever did I point blank REFUSE to cast you as Glinda bc you are a “cute blonde”

-But pleeaaaaaaase I’ll do more vocal training!

-Felix NO, Glinda is a soprano and you struggle to hit even the alto notes most days

-ONE CHANCE

-NO

-Felix chose to do musical theatre bc it combines his love of singing and dancing and being completely over the top,, like have you ever seen a musical at least one character wasn’t kinda over the top

-When he was a kid his parents took him to see The Lion King and he was in awe of it that he decided that he wanted to be in musical theatre ever since then

-At first, he helped out backstage with props, makeup, costume etc. during his school years and it wasn’t until his first year of high school that the director encouraged him to actually audition

-Everyone was extremely shocked that the deep voiced backstage genius could actually sing extremely well,,, like who’d have thought that

-Whilst he wasn’t the best singer he still got cast in a supporting role and he had the time of his life,,, now he got to experience what the actors did when he put them through stuff and he even did his own damn makeup as well during rehearsals

-So yeah up until he graduated Felix went to star in other musicals put on by his school and by his last year he was finally made principal role and he was all big smiles when the cast list went up and he was beaming for days and went into rehearsals with a fully learned script that was all highlighted and sticky notes on the front with potential prop/costume/makeup ideas on he’s just a wholesome boy

-Tho nothing prepared him for the sheer STRESS of being the main character as well as helping out the younger kids, organising props and costumes AND choreographing (can confirm this is the worst and happened to me, it was HELL)

-So yeah, Felix loved musical theatre and was pretty much accepted straight away onto the college course bc of his bright personality and beautiful voice, not to mention he was pretty much an all rounder when it came to the industry so they were delighted to accept him

-However,,, felix missed the accommodation deadline so ended up messaging all the college facebook boards asking if anyone was looking for a flatmate or house share,,, it was chan who saw this and was like yes my son pls join me

-Chan and Felix have this weird father/son/best friend dynamic, like chan would always pack Felix with a lunchbox and water bc he knew that Felix would forget especially when he was rushing round bc he was nearly late for dance class but they also played video games and had wrestling matches in their dorm for ??? no reason ??

-One time Woojin walked in on them arm wrestling and he was like ??? is that how friendship is formed in Australia ??? how bizarre before helping himself to snacks as Felix lost and decided to flip Chan over taekwondo style and Woojin just watched as he munched on some Cheetos or something

-It was just a bit weird but they had come to accept it,,, besides Felix loved being looked after bc it meant he didn’t have to cook food or anything bc chan really enjoyed it lmao

-Felix’s favourite class by far was his dance class

-He was one of the star dancers of the group and loved to help out to choreograph routines for literally every dance number

-Like,, u need ballet for At The Ballet from A Chorus Line??? He’s got you covered. Jazz sequence for West Side Story? He got you COVERED

-He’s just a very talented boy,, though he admits that he may not be the best technically bc he hasn’t received formal dance training whilst at high school he just had the ability to pick up the dance quickly and wasn’t afraid to ask for help when he needed it

-Hell, he even dragged Minho after he finished class one day so he could get pointers on where  he could improve and Minho was like,,, fine but pls buy me coffee I’m DYING (yes Minho does have a coffee addiction,, it’s a problem tbh)

-Felix was an extremely talented kid but he got all shy whenever someone complimented his dancing, or his acting but ESPECIALLY his singing

-Bc even to this day,, he was still nervous about singing

-Like he knew he could sing,,, but in comparison to some of the other people on his course he wasn’t exactly the most confident in his singing ability

-He often went to the music practice rooms so he could practice his songs over and over again until his throat was sore and chan had to make him honey and lemon tea when he got back from practice

-Please protect this soft boy

-Also,,, you KNOW that the boys were his biggest fans whenever he was in shows

-His first project performance happened and he managed to get all of his friends tickets on the front row (how he did this was unknown to literally everyone bc it’s practically impossible)

-He was extremely nervous bc his friends had never seen him perform in a musical before and it was his FIRST college performance how could he not be nervous

-The project was a piece celebrating the different genres and songs from iconic musicals and Felix was the centre for the Rent portion

-(But can you just imagine Felix in Mark’s red and blue knitted sweater and wearing circle glasses whilst he dances to La Vie Boheme??? Okay it would be the best thing ever convince me otherwise)

-He needn’t have been worried bc as soon as he stood on stage and the music kicked in, he was Mark Cohen singing about the death of Bohemia and jumping around the stage like he was born to be there

-He doesn’t remember much of that performance bc he was whisked off stage to prepare for another song but he does remember how the audience (read: the boys) screamed his name as he ran off stage

-The rest of the show went incredibly well and as he came out for his bow, he saw Chan wiping a stray tear as Jeongin laughed at him and Felix had to stop himself from feeling the urge of crying bc his hyung was

-They waited for him as he collected all of his belongings from backstage, too lazy to wipe his makeup off figuring he could just do it home

-When he stepped into the auditorium, all 8 of them pulled him to a bone crushing hug for a good 5 minutes before he literally had to push them off him so he could BREATHE

-Chan pulled him for one more hug, mumbling into his neck about how proud he was of Felix and damn,,, Felix nearly started crying

-It wasn’t until Chan was prompted to let go off him so they could give him his flowers (Changbin claims he was coerced into it when he gave them to him but u know that he went and sought out the best flower shop the day before so they could get the flower bouquet ready for the next day uwu)

-Felix laughed when Changbin handed over the smile and just tapped his cheek, tilting it towards Changbin

-Changbin BLUSHED like hell before giving Felix a peck on the cheek

-Felix would like to go on record to say no he did not squeal happily when Seo Changbin kissed his cheek thank you that is a LIE

-Anyway all the other boys just hollered at them except Minho and Jeongin bc,,, affection??? No thank u

-After they had their little celebration, Chan and Woojin announced that they were taking them out for bbq bc of how well Felix performed and they all whooped in excitement, honestly thrilled that mum and dad were taking them out for food

-Jisung, walking to the bbq place: thank every deity under the sun I’ve not eaten a proper meal since I left home 4 months ago

-Minho: well, this might be your last

-Jisung: :O

-Minho: :)

-Legend has it that the 9 boys who entered the restaurant nearly fully cleared out the entire restaurant’s kitchen but it has yet to be confirmed, reports say, stay tuned in to see if it ever does (hint: it doesn’t)

-Your first meeting with Felix is very different and honestly, you wish to erase it from your memory

-You were part of the musical theatre department, focusing on the backstage aspect with particular focus on lighting and sound

-You knew of Felix, bc how could you not, but you never worked with him beyond getting prompts from the director as to when to light him or turn his mic on

-As much as Felix wanted to go and meet all the backstage crew when they were practicing all together it just wasn’t feasible bc he could not justify running to the sound box just to say hi right in the middle of practice

-And he didn’t have any time in between classes bc your classes were on at the same time as his

-The only time he got to at least have some form of greeting was when he waved at you so you could see what he looks like for your lighting cues

-Felix was sad bc he wanted to say hi and wish everyone good luck for the upcoming performance but he couldn’t as he was rushed off his feet with rehearsals and class bless his soul

-After the performance finished, some of the practical course students asked the backstage crew if they’d like to go to karaoke once they had tidied up

-Everyone agreed, tho u weren’t actually there bc you were in the lightbox above the stage but once you got there all your friends were like !!!!!! Y/N THEY INVITED US TO KARAOKE YOU HAVE TO COME

-You just rolled your eyes and let yourself be dragged towards the karaoke rooms

-At first, you were a bit awkward bc you had never hung out with the actual musical theatre kids as you mainly stuck with ur lighting crew buddies but you were willing to give them a chance

-The first few songs were a little bit serious and you were kinda bored so you went up to the machine and were like “let’s liven up the place a bit”

-Well it was at this point that Felix walked into the room, late bc he was going through some notes with the director, and saw you on top of the table screaming your lungs out to American Idiot whilst everyone screamed along with you

-Well Felix wasn’t one to ignore a party esp when Green Day was playing so he grabbed the other microphone from Jihyo’s hand and began to scream along with you

-You grinned, grabbing his hand and pulling him onto the table with you

-The two of you jammed out and nearly broke it but honestly,,, it was worth it bc you got to hear Felix’s beautiful laugh for yourself uwu

-When the song finished the two of you were just stood on the table panting and grinning wildly at each other before he hopped off and offered you his hand so you could get off the table my HEART

-Felix pulled you over to the sofa and introduced himself to you

-“I’m Felix, musical theatre student”

-“I’m Y/N, also a musical theatre student but not practical, I work backstage but you would probably find me in the lighting box or the sound booth”

-“OH I remember you, you did the lighting for the dance performance today right?” he asked excitedly

-“Yes I did” you couldn’t help but grin back at him,,, bc hello is smile is beautiful and contagious as hell!!!

-The two of you chatted as best as you could over the sound of Jihyo and Youngjae crooning another love song down the microphones

-You just shook your head, gesturing Felix over to the machine so he could pick a new song

-Well,,, he interrupted the love fest and the sound of Wonderwall bled through the speakers and you started crying in laughter as Felix introduced the song “so anyway here’s Wonderwall”

-The two of you did a very dramatic re-enactment of the song and Felix couldn’t help but smile when you were basically screaming down the microphone during the chorus

-Your friends just watched in part hate,,, bc hello its Wonderwall and part admiration bc how the hell could two people who have only just met do such an in-sync performance of a well hated song????

-Magic, Youngjae told Jaebum as they both watched in disgust as you threw yourselves across the room in some form of contemporary dance??? Youngjae definitely didn’t know what he was witnessing but he wasn’t sure he liked it

-So anyway the night ends with relatively few casualties, only one broken glass that Dowoon  managed to cut himself on and Jae somehow managed to lose his voice???? But other than that,,, it was a fun night

-As people parted ways, Felix noticed you walking the other way and he quickly ran after you throwing goodbyes to whoever was left

-“HEY Y/N WAIT UP!”

-You whipped around, not expecting Felix to be running after you

-Like,, wtf?

-You waited for Felix to catch up with you before you asked him why he ran after you

-“I just,,,, wanted to make sure you got home safely and besides I live this way too so I thought we could walk together!”

-You just smiled at his bright response and the two of you walked back to your accommodation talking about literally every topic under the sun

-He told you all about Australia and his flatmate Chan

-Don’t tell anyone but Chan is actually CB97 from 3RACHA

-You mean the underground rap group that is supposedly made up 3 college students

-The very same

-DUDE THAT’S SO COOL YOU HAVE TO SNEAK ME IN ONE DAY I’VE BEEN TRYING FOR MONTHS YOU KNOW

-Let me into the lighting box and consider it done

-You have a deal Felix pleasure doing business with you

-(felix pulls through a few weeks later and the two of jam just a little too hard and seungmin is extremely embarrassed to say that he knew the two of you)

-As it turns out, you live in the same apartment block as Felix and he actually walked you to your flat just so he could make sure you got home safely n u were like,,,, mate it’s a bit too much but okay

-Felix began to walk away as you unlocked your door before you heard footsteps approach you and you quickly turned around, brandishing your keys in the assailants’ face

-The assailant, however, was Felix who just looked at you in shock before laughing

-“Well, least I know you’re capable of defending yourself haha”

-“You asshole oh my god you scared me what do you want from me?”

-“Your number”

-O H

-Felix was very straightforward huh, you thought as he took his phone out of his pocket and handed it you

-You punched in your number and handed it back to him

-All the while, Felix was just smiling at you bc HECK he found you cute

-Ever since that night you and Felix became fast friends and yes, you did let him into the lighting box and teach him how to operate the basics bc Felix was hella interested in all aspects of musical theatre not just being on the stage

-You admired that quality about him bc many of the other students just took lighting and sound for granted and just tapped their foot impatiently as you configured the mic pack to the sound booth before handing it to them

-Not Felix though

-He would make conversation with you and even let you secure his microphone properly and you won’t lie that you felt yourself getting a little flustered as you hooked the mic round his ears and as you pulled back to see if it needed adjusting he was just smiling softly at you

-HECK

-Felix found you super cute when you were concentrating and he got distracted once as you were fixing the lights on stage than Jihyo had to literally smack the back of his head bc he was too focused on you lmao

-In his spare time he often begged you to let him see your notes for lighting and sound bc he was genuinely curious and wanted to see if he could figure out what all the codes were

-You just threw the script at him and told him to stop pestering you or else you would stop stocking up on timtams

-Felix never did pester you again, his love of timtams got the better of him

-So yeah,, you and Felix were hella close now

-You even found yourself going on “dates” (that’s what your friends called them, dismissing your protests claiming it was just a friends thing) with him

-And by dates, I mean the two of you went shopping together and had dinner afterwards, going to coffee shops and hell you even let Felix practice new makeup on you so he could improve his skills

-Felix,,, why the hell have you literally painted my whole damn face with cat features!

-We’re studying CATS okay let me LIVE

-I know for a fact you’re not bc literally yesterday you told me that your focus in class at the moment was Starlight Express and the last time I checked,,, that was about trains and people on roller skates not CATS

-You,,,, you’ve got me there I’m sorry

-Anyway,, before you knew it you found yourself falling hopelessly for Felix

-It didn’t help that you were preparing for the final musical of the year and you were practically assigned to work with Felix

-(You can bet your right sock that the rest of the lighting crew were in on this as they snickered whenever you were testing a new microphone with Felix and you began to blush, causing Felix to ask you if you were feeling okay and your crew were like GET IT Y/N)

-Little did you know that Felix was crushing on you as well bc well,,, everything you did was a distraction and he found himself thinking about you practically every day

-His class mates had noticed and told the lighting crew and they were like UGH FINALLY YOU NOTICED and they made a betting pool to see who would confess first

-Most bets were on Felix tbh, he was a loud outgoing kid so he probably had more guts do it than you

-Only a few lone members of the lighting crew stayed loyal to you bc they had a hunch you would confess at the end of the show

-Ah the show,,,

-It’s always stressful preparing for the show and Felix had ended up with the part of Enjolras in their production of Les Miserables

-The two of you were rushed off your feet bc the rehearsal process was actual HELL and it was hell both on stage and offstage

-Like Felix had to learn a whole new type of musical, with very little dance in it, and he was stressed bc he didn’t think he was doing a good job of portraying his character

-Whilst you,,, had the horrible task of designing lighting for an entire show (how you had ended up with that horrible task was beyond you but here you were, wishing for the show to be over so this hell would STOP)

-But alas,, the weeks running up the first performance were crazy and you barely had time to even text Felix bc half of your day was spent running through lighting with the crew and the other half was spent correcting your errors bc the director was a grouchy piece of work n nothing was perfect

-You missed spending time with Felix bc he could make you feel happy and relaxed with just a smile but every time you saw him offstage he seemed,,, a little off and distracted

-Just as you were about to go and ask if he was okay, you were whisked away by one of the sound people bc one of the mics weren’t working

-You never forgot the look on his face though

-Before you knew it, opening night was upon you and the theatre was in full work mode getting everything into position ready for when the audience came in

-Before the actors had arrived however, you snuck in backstage and dropped off a small bouquet of flowers onto Felix’s makeup station with a note that read “I’m sure you’ve got this Apollo”, a bottle of water and a timtam that had strict instructions to eat AFTER the show

-You giggled as you saw Felix wandering round with a small smile on his face, twiddling the note in his fingers unsure of who this was

-Throughout the performance your eyes were drawn to Felix almost like a magnet bc he was captivating as the leader of the revolution and tears actually started to trickle down your face as he sang Do You Hear the People Sing

-Like,,, you were so damn proud of how he was performing considering literally yesterday he was moping around

-As the show week progressed you left bigger bouquets of flowers with different encouraging notes and snacks on them and every day you saw Felix’s smile grow wider and his performance grow stronger

-As the final night rolled around you decided that today was the day

-You were going to confess your feelings to Felix

-You didn’t leave flowers this time, just a note that read

-If you want to know who I am, find me after the show. I’ll be the one with the bouquet of red roses love XXXX

-When Felix read this he was extremely nervous bc all week he had hoped for some sign as to who it was yet all of a sudden they were going to just reveal themselves?

-He didn’t know how he was going to react but secretly,,, he hoped it was you and if it wasn’t he wasn’t sure how he was going to react

-So anyway,, the show went on and by the end of it the whole audience was in tears

-When the actors came on for their individual bows you heard Felix’s friends literally roaring his name,, and was that Changbin holding a Felix banner and standing in his seat??

-When the bows for the technical team were happening you ended up locking eyes with Felix and he was just grinning at you, even as they moved around the theatre

-The final bow happened and you cracked your fingers, knowing it was time

-You bid the rest of your crew goodbye before picking up a bouquet of roses that were underneath the desk and they were like !!!!!! omg they’re going to do it?!?! And you just grinned, pressing a finger to your lips and sneaking out into the main auditorium

-You were slightly nervous bc heck,,, his best friends were here as well and they knew you and if they saw you they would not shut up

-They saw you anyway but Chan had literally choked Felix out to stop him from yelling at you and the rest of the boys were kinda scared so they just left you alone,, wondering if you were going to confess to Felix bc quite honestly,,,, they were sick of Felix’s pining over you lmao

-Before you knew it, the actors began spilling out into the auditorium and your heart began to beat rapidly, waiting for Felix to appear

-When he did you gasped a little bc honestly,, how dare he look so good with his blonde hair all curled and slight traces of makeup still around his eyes with a tired smile on his eyes

-You saw his eyes dart around the room, undoubtedly looking for the red roses you had told him about

-He eyes lit up and started to walk towards you so you decided to remove the flowers from your face

-Felix’s eyes literally widened and his pace picked up

-You just smiled before literally running to him and throwing yourself around his body and kissing him square on the lips

-W O W

-You didn’t plan on doing that but it worked I guess

-The whole auditorium burst into raucous applause, finally glad that the two of you had gotten together after literally almost a year of pining like wtf guys come on

-Chan wiped a tear before motioning to the other boys to go over to the two of you

-You had broken the kiss and were resting your heads together, giggling when the boys approached you uwu

-“So, Y/N you’re finally dating Felix hyung? Took you long enough” jeongin stated bluntly

-“JEONGIN YOU CANT JUST ASK THEM THAT JE-“

-“yes we are dating” Felix said, kissing your temple softly and wrapping an arm around your waist and the other one cradling the bouquet of roses you gave him

-DATING FELIX:

-Oh god it’s a whole MESS dating this boy istg

-Like where to even begin

-For a start, he’s even more smiley and insufferable during class bc he’s like yeah I’m dating the cute lighting technician whilst u Jackie are dating??? Who again exactly? I lost count after you dumped Jaebum bc you found Mark more attractive but then Mark refused to date you bc ??? I forgot tbh

-He literally runs his mouth too much that you literally had to fly from your class to his so you could slap a damn over his mouth so he would shut up

-He didn’t mean to be mean but honestly,,,, he was just saying what the whole class was thinking n you were like babe, I know Jackie is like that but pls keep your mouth shut otherwise if Jackie comes for you I refuse to help you

-B A B E

-Oh yeah, felix definitely calls you babe more than your actual name which makes seungmin fake vomit into his work every time he hears felix call you that

-You just stick your tongue out and call Felix baby and right that’s it Seungmin is transferring college bc he’s SICK of all the affection going round atm

-Date nights are mainly just movie nights bc you and felix are so damn tired all the time after class and there’s nothing better than cuddling him after a long day of class

-Whilst the film is playing you like to lay on half on top of him so you can see his face as he lazily tells you about the ballet workshop he went to that morning

-You just loved listening to him talk and you also liked to rest your head on his chest, feeling relaxed by the steady lull of his heartbeat and the way his chest moved up and down

-More often than not you would fall asleep like this and Chan would find you there at 2am when he went to get a glass of water and he would throw another blanket over you, tucking you in so you didn’t get cold during the night

-(You never did bc Felix is the literal embodiment of the sun in two ways,,, his personality and his damn body heat)

-Also hear me out,, you would take felix to the lighting box on weekends and teach him new lighting methods and you loved watching him being a giddy child when he got it right that you would reward him with kisses whenever he did bc it made the both of you giggle

-Honestly,,, kissing felix? A blessing you weren’t quite sure you deserved though he assured you everyday that you did bc he was always kissing ur forehead, nose, cheeks u name it

-One thing you loved doing was gently tracing the freckles on his face before lightly peppering them with kisses

-It made Felix blush like CRAZY but he loved it bc it was you and you were being cute as heck

-Other date nights included karaoke with the boys and the two of you confusing all of them when you yelled that your song was playing when Wonderwall came on

-Woojin,,, are they being serious right now?

-You know Chan, I really wish I knew

-Study dates weren’t really a thing the two of you did bc you were on such a practical course with not much studying,, but you still liked to go to coffee shops and rehearse lines with him when he had a show coming up or accompanying him to the dance studio when he had a dance project due in

-You being Felix’s biggest fan? Confirmed.

-Going along to every single one of Felix’s taekwondo matches and yelling alongside Changbin as Felix flipped his opponent over??? OF COURSE

-Though, people always wondered which one of you was actually dating Felix until Felix ran over to you and kissed you on the lips and not Changbin lmao

-You always greeted Felix with a bouquet of red roses at the end of each of his performances and he still blushed bc he still couldn’t believe you confessed before he did

-So he decided to reverse the situation and surprised you with flowers during the bows of the last night of one his shows

-Like,,, he called the lighting crew down under the pretence of giving them praise but the ulterior motive,,,, he gave you flowers on stage and then kissed your cheek UWU

-The two of you were the powerhouse couple of the theatre department that everyone was envious of bc you just understood each other so well???? Not to mention between the two of you, you could literally run an entire theatre by yourselves and still have sold out shows

-Just wow,,, you were THAT couple

hi i would like a lee felix pls he’s cute as HECK and i just wanna compliment his freckles till the end of my days goodbye x

[alien-ct]

{Idol Reader! / Mark}

By: Admin Zar 

Requested By: Anon 

You and Mark didn’t know each other personally, but knew of each other 

NCT was really popular worldwide 

And although you were apart of a 4-member rookie group, your group was gaining popularity everyday 

For your first debut mini album you had a summer concept much like Sistar’s I Swear     

Let’s just act like Sistar’s I Swear was the song your group was debuting with, as if it was your own just for the sake of me not having to think on extra stuff lol

Your position was the the main dancer and rapper (Basically you would have Bora’s posistion)

NCT was also coming back with a new unit  

You saw each other in between music shows, often awkwardly greeting each other and sending forms of good luck like a thumbs up  

Your members would often gush over the members of NCT, but keeping their composure when they were around 

Your groups were from completely different companies, but the CEO’s thought it would be a good idea for combine both groups for a performance at an upcoming music award show 

The beginning of the performance would be Mark’s harsher/rougher rapping skills in combination to your softer sounding rapping 

Due to the fact that the two of you were the opening part of the total performance the two of you would often practice alone together 

At first it started off awkward but once the two of you got comfortable together you became really close 

But one day when Mark came in to practice he was acting weird 

You were already inside the practice room, stretching 

You looked at him through the mirror as you talked to him, “Today I was thinking we should just work on the ending steps before everyone else comes together, since you seem to be having some trouble with that. Does that sound good?”  

He rubbed the back of his neck, “Y-yeah, that’s fine.” 

“We should go through it slowly without music first, yeah?”  

He nodded in reply while stretching 

He was being oddly quiet, kinda like how he was in the first few practices 

Mark finally stood next to you and you started the countdown to start on the final few moves 

But he seemed way out of it today 

He kept tripping over his own feet, forgetting moves he previously mastered 

Forgetting the words to his raps and occasionally bumping into you

Finally becoming frustrated he walked over to the other side of the room and slid slowly down the wall until he sat down 

Resting his head on the painted brick, he closed his eyes and let out a long exhale 

You stopped the music, and slowly made your way to sit next to him 

“Don’t be so hard on yourself, Mark. I know you people have high expectations of you- yourself included, but it’s okay if you’re having a rough day. You can go home and rest,” 

He opened his eyes and looked at you 

Sitting straight up, he sighed, “It’s not that I can’t get it, I know I can. It’s just...” 

“You can tell me anything, I’m not gonna judge you.” 

“Well there’s this person, and they kinda make me nervous, I guess you say-” 

“So you have a crush on this person?” 

“Yeah... and I can’t stop thinking about them. They’re distracting me, not in a bad way. I just cant get them out of my mind. And i’m afraid they won’t feel the same way.” 

“I think you should just confess, the worst that can happen is that they don’t feel the same way. But you’re the absolutely fully capable, Mark Lee! They’f me crazy not to feel the same way.” 

“Thank You. Y/N” 

You touched his hand andgave him a big grin, while a small blush crept on his cheeks 

By the day of the performance, Mark completely memorized the dance and did it even better than you 

He never let you know if he ever confessed, but it really wasn’t any of your business 

As you were about to get ready to perform, you were talking to the rest of your members 

“How could you have given him advice like that when you like him?” 

You shrugged, “It’s none of my business who he likes. The boy was having a bad day, what was I supposed to do? Say that whoever he likes will never feel the same, just so I could have the slightest chance?” 

“Absolutely.” 

You shook your head and turned around to find NCT pushing Mark towards you 

He was holding a bouquet of red roses in his hand as he quickly made his way towards you 

“Uhh, these are for you.” He spoke as he held out the bouquet for you to take  

You smiled at him and gave him a hug, “Thank you, you’re so sweet. How did it go with your crush.” 

“That’s what I wanted to talk to you about. See I had this speech planned out, but I honestly seem to have forgotten what I was gonna say. But I was talking about you, Y/N- that day in the dance studio.” 

Your eyebrows raised in surprise but remained silent, processing what he said 

“You know it’s fine if you don’t feel the same. It was kinda stupid to think-” 

You cut him off my planting a kiss on his cheek, “I do feel the same” 

All you two could do was smile at each other while the rest of your and his members went wild in the background  

The two of you started the performance with red cheeks and big, goofy grins 

Hey I hope you enjoyed it! Requests are open!