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deewithani · 4 years ago

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Raindrops in the Wind - Chapter 1

Chapter Rating: G

Work Rating: Explicit (18+)

Pairing: Jango Fett x F!Reader

Word count: Approx. 2k

Warnings: None. Jango being sneaky?

A/N: Not Canon or Legends friendly. AU from the very beginning. Bits and pieces from here and there, molded to fit my grand vision, muahahaha *coughs*. Anyway... Chapters will list their individual ratings, work is rated Explicit (18+) for eventual explicit content.

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4

'What have I done?'

The words rang hollow in his ear as he fought with the Jedi that had shown up at his door. He hated the man, truly. He hated that he showed up on Kamino. He hated that he started to ask questions. He hated that he was a Jedi.

He hated Jedi.

It was not supposed to be like this. He was supposed to provide his DNA to the long-necks whenever they needed it and help train their creation. In return he got an unaltered clone. A son. A safe place to raise him. Enough credits to live very comfortably for the rest of his days. And the knowledge that an army was being raised that would destroy the Jedi.

'I should have left well enough alone. I shouldn't have taken that bounty.'

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It was a good deal, he thought to himself, the offer that this 'Lord Tyranus' placed before him. He would be stupid to pass it up, and Jango Fett was anything but stupid. It would give him what he always wanted, a son, to carry on his lineage, and a hefty purse full of credits, no questions asked. No, he was not stupid. He knew very well who this 'Lord Tyranus' was that stood before him. It was the very same Jedi that helped bring the defeat of the True Mandalorians, Count Dooku. All Jango truly wanted from the exchange was an unaltered clone that he could raise as a son, and Tyranus quickly agreed.

At the time, Jango didn't know that he and Dooku shared the same end game, the destruction of the Jedi order. All Jango knew was that Dooku was no longer friendly with the order, having abandoned them, publicly declaring their corruption before the galaxy. He figured he could sus out the real reason behind Dooku's job easily enought once he was on Kamino and around others he could manipulate into revealing the truth.

In all honesty, it wasn't very hard at all to figure out much of what was going on. The Kaminoans were ecstatic about the new contract they had scored to provide the Galactic Republic with millions of perfect soldiers. They poked and proded at Jango daily for his DNA and openly discussed his own physical shortcomings like they were no matter at all, as if they were simply ink marks on a piece of flimsi, mistakes that could be erased and fixed with no bearing on the final product. They were open with this being a request from the Jedi Master Sifo-Dyas, which made no sense to Jango, as he had been hired by 'Tyranus', who most certaily wasn't Syfo-Dyas – whoever they were. He thought maybe this Jedi was also fed up with the Order, and was looking to make a strike back, but solid information on this Jedi was slim..

In any case, very little of the entire job was making sense to Jango. Why was a former Jedi Master, whether it was Dooku or Sifo-Dyas didn't matter at this point, paying for the creation of a clone army for the very Order and Republic that they abhored?

Jango continued on, day after day, providing DNA to the Kaminoans, gathering trusted allies to begin the training of the clones that were still growing in their tubes, and listening and obtaining information from any corner of Tipoca City he could. He set the Cuy'val Dar to the tasks of creating a sound, well-rounded training regiment, and on an information gathering mission, telling them to “Listen to everything anyone says. Every single word. Kaminoans, humans, anyone else. I don't care if they're talking about the next shipment of Jogan fruit. I want to know every word. Bring it to me.”

Jango spent hours every day, pouring over intelligence reports, but most of what was gathered was mundane. Lama Su had tea alone this afternoon, did you hear that we're supposed to have a break in the rain next week, the butcher is overcharging for nerf again. The every day gossip and gripes of a bored populace stuck on a perpetually wet and miserable planet. But Jango was nothing if not patient. The cloners told him that he should expect to be working with them for decades, so he decided to settle in and be patient. What he wanted to know would come to him. He would hear it directly from one of the longnecks themselves, or one of the Cuy'val Dar would hear it in passing and report it to him. He would know the true reason he was there. He would know the reason for the creation of the clones.

An unreal amount of credits has been pumped into this project, more than he thought was necessary, to be honest. Jango's bank account is overflowing with credits, and he hadn't had to touch a single one. He'd been provided with his own apartment, furnished with everything he requested. His Cuy'val Dar were paid directly by the client, the same as he was, and were paid a hefty premium too. Whispered word through the cloners was that this project was revitalizing their entire industry, allowing them the financial means to work on the perfection of not just his genetic material, but the genetics of hundreds of other species, not all of them sentient. Factories were starting up for the creation of armor and weaponry, the potable food industry was pushing out rations as quickly as they could be rolled down the assembly line, and tech companies were building holopads and coms as fast as they could get the chips and circuitry to do so. And it was all possible by the injection of credits from 'Lord Tyranus'.

He knew, also, that the Kaminoans were planning on “double-dipping” the Republic when the time came, and was nearly certain all the other industries that had already been paid hefty retainer fees would do the same. There was no shame in getting your due, but it was more of the pervasive corruption that Dooku saw that was eating away at the Galactic Republic, everyone had their hands out, pressing for more and more credits from any party they could. He heard the longnecks complaining that the Armorers had already been paid to purchase enough plastoid to manufacture 250,000 full sets of armor and had already received at least half of their full payment for the total manufacturing cost itself, but they had already began sending invoices to Kamino for the purchase of the armor at standard price, as if they were coming out of their own pocket on the project. Whether or not any of it was true was anyone's guess, but the single bit of information he heard from all corners was that the Kaminoans were not going to lose a single credit from this project, no matter who they had to charge for services. He could hardly blame them, their only true industry was cloning, and a project of this magnitude was going to take nearly their entire industry to support it. If anything went wrong, if anyone double charged them and they covered it with just a promise of later pay that never came through it could ruin their entire economy. So the decision was made to pass on the cost of everything to the Republic, in full for each batch ordered, because even with a hefty bankroll the bank could run dry very quickly. If everything went according to plan their cash flow would be enormous, but they were experts in searching out and fixing “problems” and they were not so naive to believe everything would go according to plan.

And so it went. Years passed, clones were trained, bounties were picked up, and Jango's unaltered clone, his son, began to grow into a fine young man - smart, capable, and hopefully well prepared for anything life would throw at him. Jango knew the galaxy was a rough place, and he was determined to make sure Boba had the tools he needed to survive – and survive easily. During his free time he trained him, harder than he trained the clones who would go off to war, running through close combat scenarios, teaching infiltration and stealth tactics, weapons proficiency, common language tutoring, sharpshooting, general maintenance on anything from blasters to air cooling units. Anything that he believed would give Boba a leg up on the competition – and anything to help him stay alive. He would take Boba with him on hunts too, giving him hands-on experience that he just wouldn't get sparring and running through drills.

The most important lesson Jango would gift to Boba was to trust no one but himself and his family, and to always keep his ears and eyes open for anything “strange”. Strange, of course, could have multiple meanings, but Jango trusted that Boba understood the complexities of all the things “strange” could include. Knowledge and information are as good as credits in hand, and in many cases could be much more valuable than beskar itself, buying the owner of said information freedom and power, if it was valuable enough, of course. And on one rather normal day, as normal as it goes on Kamino, anyway, Boba brought Jango some very valuable information.

While Jango tolerated the Kaminoans, as it was unfortunately necessary, Boba didn't really mind them one way or the other, having grown up around them for the entirety of his young life. So when it came time for Boba's yearly checkup during his 9th year, he didn't think twice to let the boy go on his own. The Kaminoans had always accepted his request for non-Kaminoan involvement in his son's healthcare, so they always ensured he was seen by a medical droid. He didn't suspect this year would be different. In any case, Boba knew to deflect any questions and leave if his request wasn't honored. Dislike them though he did, the longnecks never went back on their promises to him. This would make a good, safe, learning experience for Boba, and Jango instructed him to bring back as much as he could remember about everything, to train him in situational awareness and help him learn how to observe without being observed.

Later that day, after he had seen and cleared, Boba was eager to tell Jango about his checkup. He returned to their apartment, his adolescent energy barely contained, itching to run through the door and let his new secret loose, because something strange did happen at this appointment. He was prepared to give his report to Jango, and he was sure his dad would be proud of what he had learned.

“Dad!”, Boba called out, “I need to tell you about my checkup! It's important!” From his seat in the living area Jango raised an eyebrow, watching Boba try and fail to keep from bouncing on the balls of his feet. “C'mere, son, tell me about your checkup.” Boba walked forward, head held high and mischievous glint in his eyes. ”You told me to watch for anything strange. Something strange happened! There was a woman there today. A human woman! Told me she was training!”

“Good job, Boba. Go on then, clean up for dinner. You can tell me everything else then.” Jango watched as Boba's grin grew even wider, before he turned and ran to the 'fresher.

'Well, that is strange', Jango mused to himself, as he began to formulate his plan. It was time to see if he could gain some real information from this new player. Jango was nothing if not patient, and this may be the time for his patience to start paying off.

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jungshookz · 5 years ago

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no but like what if one day ballet!yn was being teased by some of the girls in the class during their pre-class stretch about how she thinks balletteacher!jm is a SMOKE n shes like gUYS SHUT UP but jimin is like >:))) oh oKAY

➺ pairing; park jimin x reader

➺ genre; balletteacher!jiminiverse!!! mr. park is back n hotter than ever!!! everyone seemed to miss him so he’s bACK i’m going to be honest with u there is some sexual tension here but we all saw that coming

➺ wordcount: 3k

➺ what to expect; “park jimin is a tall glass of water and we are all thirsty.”

➺ optional reading: not necessary but you can read this drabble before getting started on this one!

➺ note; this was sent in a whiLe ago!! better late than never >:-)i have no idea why i was suddenly inspired to write aLL of this tonight because i have to wake up at 8 and it is currently 2:15am and i haven’t showered yet but i had to do it for ballet teacher jimin because just like y/n i too am hot for teaCHER

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“surprise, surprise… look who’s late again!” seulgi smiles a little toO sweetly as you stumble into the classroom

“the bus was late, it’s not my fault-“ you grumble as you drop to the floor to join the other girls who are in the middle of warming up

“well, you should think about leaving campus a little earlier if it means coming here on time like the rest of us.” seulgi sighs as she turns side to side to check herself out in the mirror

“oh my god-“ you gasp in mock shock in the middle of pulling one of your leg warmers on

seulgi glances at you from the mirror “what?”

“…is that a pimple i spot?” you point up towards her forehead and her eyes widen in horror as she leans closer to the mirror

“what?!” she smooths her fingers over her forehead furiously and you can’t help but snort

that’ll keep her occupied for the next twenty minutes or so

you let out a grunt of relief as you focus on working the kinks out of your shoulders and your neck while rolling your ankles at the same time

pop crackle snAP

ever since the incident (aka you attempting a grand jeté and failing miserably leading to a very sprained ankle) you’ve been taking it easy buT you went to a check-up over the weekend and the doctor says your ankle seems to have healed veRy well and you can go back to doing what you were doing

as long as you knoW what it is you’re doing, of course

maybe stay away from the grand jetéing for now

“so, y/n, when are you going to tell us what went down between you and mr. park?” ailee nudges your thigh with her foot and you let out a light laugh before raising a brow

“what are you talking about?” you arch your back and hiss quietly when you feel a particularly loud crAck

goD that’s good

“you know, when he basically kicked us all out of the room just to help you and your ankle.”

“you weren’t even there when we got kicked out, ailee.” wendy snorts and ailee rolls her eyes

“i know, but still!!”

“i don’t know what stories you guys have concocted but he basically just patched up my ankle for me and that was it.” you shrug while rolling out your pointe shoes

“don’t play dumb, y/n!” lisa calls out from across the room and you twist slightly to look at her “park jimin is a tall glass of water and we are all thirsty-“

“oh my god, you guys!” you interrupt her before she can finish and a couple of the girls burst into giggles “he’s our teacher!”

“i don’t know about you but i’m veRy hot for teacher-“

“it’s unprofessional because we’re his students and we shouldn’t even be talking about him like this-“

“but you have to admit you’ve thought about kissing those lips-“

“do you guys remember that time he yawned and stretched and his shirt rode up a little bit because i definitely do-“

“oh god and he smells so fucking good all the time-“

“and that ass just does noT quit!”

“i would kill like ten people if it meant i could sit on his face.” seulgi mutters as she smooths some tinted chapstick over her bottom lip

“seulgi!” you laugh and peel your leg warmer off jusT to hurl it at her “it’s concerning that you have a set number of people to kill just to sit on someone’s face”

she catches it right before it hits her arm before throwing it right back at you “it’s more concerning that not once have yoU ever openly admitted to thinking that park jimin is insanely attractive-“

“first of all, we should be addressing him as mr. park because he told us to-“ you point out as you slip your leg warmer back on “and secondly, i’m here because i want to become a professional ballerina, not because i want to gawk at my teacher like the rest of you-“

“hey, we wanna be professional ballerinas just as much as you do, but who says we can’t have a little fun?” jisoo giggles before wiggling her eyebrows

“you know, there’s only one logical explanation i can come up with to explain why you don’t gush about mr. park the same way we do.” seulgi sighs as she takes a seat across from you and begins to stretch out her legs

“enlighten me, detective kang.” you can’t help but roll your eyes because wHY are you guys still talking about jimin when you should be talking about,,.,.,. like.,,.,. stretching? or somEthing else related to ballet and noT your teacher

also

on a slightly unrelated note

you and seulgi have kind of become friends? but not really

you guys have a best frenemy kind of relationship if that makes any sense

the two of you are still very much competitive with each other anD will not hesitate to take jabs at each other when the opportunity arises

but other than that you guys sort of get along

except when performances are around the corner because she gets super bitchy about getting whatever role it is she wants

anyways

back to it

“because you have a crush on him.”

you immediately freeze in the middle of tying the ribbons around your ankle

“i’m sorry, i what now?”

“you have a crush on him!” seulgi smirks veRy cockily “think about it! you don’t like it when we talk about him because you want him allllll to yourself and you can’t even fathom the thought of another girl lusting over him-“

and this would be one of those moments where seulgi likes to get under your skin just to get a reaction

you poke your tongue against the inside of your cheek as you take a second to consider the possibility

do you have a crush on your teacher?

he’s mr. park

you can’t have a crush on mr. park because he’s mr. pARK

he’s very strict and controlling and sometimes a little mean like that time he yelled at you in front of the class for being the only who missed a count

but also he can be really sweet and caring and surprisingly funny and you’ll never admit it to anyone for as long as you live but one class you started daydreaming (this was the class he yelled at you about missing the count lol) about what it’d be like to hold his hand and kiss his cheeks and dig your nails into his oh-so broad back as he-

your movements slow down slightly as you think about what happened on the night of the incident

“you really are something, you know that?” he laughs lightly as he smooths the bandaid over your cut

you can’t help but let out a little huff “…is that a good thing?”

he gives your knee a little pat before reaching over a tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear

“miss y/l/n - it’s a very good thing.”

“that is the most ridiculous theory i have ever heard in my entire life-“

“every single time we talk about how attractive jimin is, you get all quiet and blushy in the corner and you neVEr contribute to the conversation-“

“yeah, maybe because there’s a line of professionalism and respect that i need to stay behind unlike yoU guys-“

“oh, and now you’re getting all defensive because you know for a fact that every word coming out of my mouth is TRUE! just admit it, y/l/n, you have a crush on our teacher-“

“i mean, i think i have a crush on mr. park-“ jisoo chips in and you and seulgi immediately turn to glare at her as if to say stay ouT OF IT

“i- you know what, this is just ridiculous!” you scoff and get up off the ground “i’m going to go and get some water to cool off-“

“oh yeah, you’re gonna cool off? is thinking about jimin’s face in between your legs getting you all hot and bothe-“

“jesus ch- lalalaLALALALALA-“you immediately stick your fingers into your ears and start babbling loudly while seulgi starts speaking louder and louDER

“you loVE HIM!!! YOU WANNA KISS HIM ROMANTICALLY!!!” seulgi’s practically shrieking at this point and the other girls are having a hoOT

in fact some of them are chiming in to make fun of you as well

“oOoooh y/n do you wanna hold his hand-“

“do you think about him in class sometimes?? a couple of us have noticed that moony look in your eye from time to time-“

“maybe if you ask him nicely he’ll help you with stretching-“

“y/n, look, this is my demonstration of what you wanna do to mr. park-“ lisa turns around so that her back is facing you and she wraps her arms around herself before sliding them up and down sensually anD making kissy noises

“oh, real mature, lisa-“ you take your fingers out of your ears and wince because woW these girls are loud “okay, everyone shuT UP-“

everyone quiets down a little but they’re still giggling and whispering among each other

“what’s it gonna take for you people to drop this duMB theory??” you cross your arms and raise your brows as you tap your foot on the ground impatiently

“all you have to do is admit that you have a crush on our teacher and i’ll be satisfied.”

“but i don’t have a crush on him!”

“y/n, need i remind you that i’m, like, slightly psychic? because you are totaLLy lying through your teeth right now.” seulgi inspects her nails casually and you let out a quiet huff

okay

you know what

yEs

maybe you do have a crush on jimin

maybe it’s true that you don’t like it when the other girls talk about him because a part of you selfishly wants him all to yourself

maybe everything seulgi’s said is truE

and the whole class obviously knows that you like jimin because a) seulgi is the biggest gossip on the planet and b) even if seulgi said that the earth was flat, everyone would believe it regardless because she iS the top dog around here

and if you admit it then hopefully they’ll leave it alone forever

“alright, fine!” you clear your throat and stand up a little taller “i have a crush on park jimin.” you gasp dramatically and make little jazz hands

you know what

if you’re going to confess you should do it right

you should go aLL out

“in fact, i think mr. park is a complete smoke show. i think he’s the hottest person i’ve ever seen in my entire life, and yes, i have noticed his pillowy lips, and i did notice that time he stretched and revealed his glorious six pack to the world, and i am very much aware that he smells like he stepped straight out of a shampoo commercial, and yes, you’re right, he has a veRY nice ass - and you know what, seulgi? i’ll say this one just for you.” you narrow your eyes and lean forward a little bit “i would 100% love to sit on park jimin’s face because i, y/n y/l/n, am 110% attracted to him.”

seulgi nods slowly and presses her lips together

it almost seems as though she’s stifling a laugh

…which was not the reaction you were expecting

you were expecting her to get all gloaty and i-told-you-so about it

“wow. and now everyone’s gone quiet!” you point out the obvious before crossing your arms

her and the rest of the girls get up off the ground and immediately form a line before getting into first position

and you know exactly what that means

every single hair on your body prickles to life when you hear someone slurping up the last of their drink behind you

“good afternoon, ladies.”

god

“good afternoon, mr. park.” everyone (except for you because you are understandably moRTIFIED) responds politely

you feel like your feet are glued to the ground and you want nothing more than for a black hole to appear and swallow you entirely

“i said, good afternoon, ladies.”

it takes every fibre in your body to twist around slowly and you force yourself into first position

you’re a mere one and a half steps away from jimin and that’s making you more nervous than you already are

you swallow thickly

jimin offers you a sly smile as he runs a hand through his (newly dyed!!) ashy silver hair before taking his sunglasses off

“g-“ your throat closes up as soOn as you try to speak “good afternoon, mr. park.”

you feel like there’s a rock in your stomach

you also feel like you’re about to projectile vomit everywhere

why do bad things always happen to you

WHY

you just-

you just openly confessed that not oNLY are you romantically attracted to your teacher, you are also sexually attracted to your teacher!

great!

good one!

love that energy for you!

you know what

maybe it’s not as bad as you think

maYbe he didn’t hear anything

maybe you’re in the clear and you’re just overthinking it

“would you like to join your peers in line, miss y/l/n?” jimin asks and gestures towards the girls

“yes, sir.” you nod stiffly before quickly heading over to join lisa at the end of the line

the room is dead quiet as jimin sets his belongings down before taking his jacket off

oh god

he’s wearing that thin white shirt that gets a liTtle see through when he’s sweaty-

“how bad was it?” you lean over to whisper to lisa

her face is getting pink from how hard she’s trying to not completely burst into laughter right now

her cheeks are literally tremBLING

“he was here for the opening line and he was here for your final statement, which i think, pretty much summed up your entire speech.”

i would 100% love to sit on park jimin’s face because i, y/n y/l/n, am 110% attracted to him

yep

it’s official

you want to: die

you’re already sweating through your unitard and you guys haven’t done anything

“no talking please, ladies…” jimin hums as he plugs his phone charger into the outlet

maybe you can just pretend like you lost your voice so you won’t have to speak for the rest of eTERNITY

“okay!” jimin claps his hands together before crossing his arms “i’m gonna rock your world-” you’re verRy aware of the fact that he maintains strong eye contact with you the entire time he says that “with some grand jeté’s today. everyone ready?”

“yes, mr. park.” everyone responds simultaneously except for you agAIN

“-es mr. park.” you blurt out at the last second

you stop nervously picking at your chiffon skirt when you see jimin’s eyes flicker down to your hand

oops

surprisingly enough jimin doesn’t jump straIght into the grand jetés right away (he’s taking it easy just for u because he’s still worried about ur ankle)

he makes everyone practice balancing and standing in the final position which is basically just standing up straight on your pointes

also anoTher surprising thing that he’s doing

he said that today was more of a casual class so he’s letting everyone talk amongst themselves while practicing

of course you haven’t said a word because your lips still feel like they’re glued together

also you decided it’d be best if you hung out at the very baCK of the classroom just to attempt to avoid being spotted by jimin

“arms straight… chest out… very good…” jimin slowly makes his way down the back row and you curse quietly when you feel yourself wobble slightly

your eyes widen in surprise when you feel two hands place themselves on your hips from behind

“back straight, miss y/l/n.” jimin reminds you gently before sliding a finger from the small of your back up to the centre of your back “arch here. chest out.”

his other hand slides around so that it’s resting right on your stomach and you feel like your entire body is on fiRE “squeeze your core tight.” he mutters into your ear

you feel your cheeks heat up almost immediately because that should noT have been as hot as it was

christ almighty

get it toGETHER

“you seem a little distracted today, miss y/l/n.” jimin murmurs quietly as he moves to stand in front of you

he leans back a little to look at both your arms before reaching over to raise your left arm a bit “everything alright?”

“everything’s alright, mr. park.” you somehow manage to keep yourself composed even though jimin is basically staring two holes into your soul right now

“mhm.” jimin reaches over and places his pointer finger under your chin before raising your head a little

you lock gazes with him and you notice a little glimmer in his eyes “can’t have you sprain your other ankle because you were too busy thinking about sitting on my face now, can we?”

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prrplwtch · 5 years ago

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So, since we're on a roll with hickies, could we get Diavolo, Simeon, Barbados, and Solomon also not noticing they have hickies before for someone tells them?

Diavolo:

Diavolo’s a little bit perplexed by the strange glance Barbatos gives him, when he’s getting ready for the day. “Perhaps, it’s best you wear a different shirt today, my lord?” he says, and Diavolo wonders why he’d suggest that, until he glances in the mirror. Oh.

MC and he must have gotten carried away in the throes of passion the other night, because there are quite a few dark love bites on his neck.

While Diavolo himself doesn’t mind, he knows that it’s not quite befitting his position to carry on an affair with the human and that, while no one will openly say anything, flaunting such affairs would be quite unwise. So he follows Barbatos’s advice and wear the shirt that completely hides the marks.

He wants to talk to MC about showing more...restraint and not leaving as many marks, but in the end decides against it. After all, he can always wear a different shirt, and it would sadden him very much to stifle MC in the expression of her passion.

Besides, he just can’t handle when MC pouts and they will definitely do just that if he says that from now on he’s allowed to leave hickeys on them, but they are not allowed to leave hickeys on him.

Barbatos:

Barbatos does not know that anything’s amiss, until Diavolo looks at him during their morning meeting and says with a smirk, “Ah, good for you,” immediately making Barbatos wonder what he was referring to.

Finding the answer doesn’t take too long at all - as soon as Barbatos glances at his reflection, he notices that just above the collar of his shirt there is a deep red love bit. Oh.

He is not pleased with this discovery - while he has certainly enjoyed all the events that lead up to the emergence of this...love bite, he’d rather there would be no marks left on him. He views it as unprofessional, but also he does not really want the entire Devildom’s court talking about the fact that he’s sleeping with the human. He’s sure that some might know, but he’s much rather not put oil into the fire.

So when he next sees MC he tells them that they should try and not leave any love bites on his skin. MC’s not very happy of course, given that Barbatos himself quite enjoys leaving love bites on them. “But I’m discrete about it,” he points out to their argument.

When MC agrees in the end, Barbatos cannot help, but feel a little sad - there was something nice about having MC leave marks on his skin.

Simeon:

When Luke looks to Simeon one morning and asks if he’d been hurt, Simeon is a little bit surprised. “All is well with me,” he tells Luke with a soft smile, wondering why he’s worried. “Ah, good. There are bruises on your shoulders, so I thought you were hurt.”

Simeon wonders what Luke’s talking about, but when he looks in the mirror, the realization hits him. Oh.

Just under his collarbone is a dark red mark. A love bite. He didn’t know what those things were called before arriving to the Devildom.

Unfortunately for him, his outfit doesn’t lend too much coverage, and still he tries to move the cape a little higher to hide the evidence of the night of passion that he’d shared with MC. When he sees MC, he asks to speak to them and tells them that it would be best they don’t do this again, since Luke is unrelenting in his questions, worried that Simeon has been hurt by something. “What if it’s some kind of curse? Or if you were bitten by a spider here, or worse, a snake?”

Doesn’t really appreciate when MC laughs as he recounts Luke’s questions, but is happier when MC agrees to not do this again as to avoid causing another incident like that.

In the end MC lies to Luke - since angels aren’t supposed to lie - that they had dropped a book on Simeon, and hence the bruise. Simeon feels guilty about it, but then he cannot bear the thought of explaining what truly happened.

Solomon:

When Solomon runs into Asmo in the academy, and Asmo smirks at him and says, “Would you look at that,” Solomon can only sigh. He had his suspicions that MC’s love bites were sure to leave a mark on his skin, but now that suspicion have been confirmed.

Unfortunately for Solomon, he’d been running late for class, so he’d no time to check before leaving his dorm. Next time, he’ll know better than stay up all night engaging in certain activities when he has school the next morning.

He simply scoffs at Asmo - he knows too well that indifference is the best approach in this situations and that people - humans and demons alike - much prefer to gossip about someone that they can get a reaction out of.

Still, he cannot help but feel a little annoyed - both by the fact that there are marks on his skin and by the fact that someone noticed. To him, being someone who walks around with hickeys doesn’t quite fit his image.

So he’ll likely talk to MC and ask that they not leave love bites on his skin, at least in places where those can be easily visible to others.

This conversation will likely spark a sort of “competition” between the two, where they would leave love bites on each other’s skin, seeing who can get the closest to the “visible” areas without love bites actually ending up in those areas.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me simeon #obey me solomon

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lassieposting · 3 years ago

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Vile and Mevolent, for the romantic headcanons?

Who goes to bed late and who wakes up first?

Both Vile, because he very rarely sleeps through the night. He'll go to bed whenever Mevolent does, but he has nightmares and a hard time switching off the hypervigilance, so someone coughing three rooms away or walking by at the far end of the hall or laughing in the gardens will startle him awake and he'll struggle to resettle. A lot of the time he gets up multiple times during the night, then comes back to bed once he's confident there's no threat. The sunrise, the dawn chorus, the fire in the grate burning down to embers (less crackly noise, more cold), and increased footfall in the hallways will also wake him up, so he doesn't normally sleep past when the servants start their work.

Mev, on the other hand, sleeps like the dead, and only gets up at a reasonable hour because he's got shit to do - if he's got the time to lounge in bed till noon, he'll do it. He sleeps through most of Vile's nighttime activity, but when it does wake him, he can usually calm Vile down enough to coax him back to sleep.

Who sings during daily activities (shower, cooking, etc)?

Mevolent. Some of the Faceless hymns are catchy. He's got an okay voice, so Vile doesn't mind. It amuses him how upbeat some of the tunes are for songs that are mostly about the faceless ones laying waste to the planet, though.

Who takes care of the other on sick days?

Mevolent. Not that he has to do it often - they're both incredibly tough, and sorcerers are immune to most mortal illnesses, so the only thing likely to bench either of them for more than a few hours is a Serious Injury. And? Mevolent is a sensible, rational man. When he has a Serious Injury, he goes to Nye, because Nye is by far the most competent surgeon on Mevolent's staff, and Nye fixes him up.

Vile is not a sensible, rational man. Vile is a torture survivor. He won't let Nye get within thirty feet of him, because Nye was the one advising Serpine on how much more he could take before it killed him. He's wildly unpredictable when he's hurt, because he goes into self-preservation mode, and everyone around him becomes a threat. And to make everyone's lives even harder, he has a tendency to mask an injury and try to fix it himself, because he's surrounded by the same people who tortured him and he cannot afford to show weakness. So once Mev wins his trust, he's pretty much the only person Vile will let take care of him when he's hurt.

Who gives unprompted massages?

Vile. Mevolent spends a lot of time sat at a desk, and gets the stiff neck/shoulders/back accordingly. Vile will come up behind him to look over his shoulder at what he's doing, and absent-mindedly do Mev's shoulders while he's at it.

Mev will give massages too, usually to make Vile go all drowsy and relaxed after a few rough nights of little sleep, but he asks first.

What activity do they do together in sync?

Compensate for each other's weaknesses in battle. For Mevolent, this means keeping an eye on Vile's blind side: usually, his magic does this for him and gets him around just fine, but a battlefield is so chaotic that it's difficult for him to tell his fighters' life energy and the enemy's apart. For Vile, this means being fast enough to hit anything Mevolent can't. For all that he's "slender", Mev is a big, strong guy; he's the tank, and his equipment shows it: heavy armour, massive greatsword. But the tradeoff for that sword's powerful swing is slower speed. Vile is smaller, faster and his armour moves with him, so he'll take out anything that gets too close to Mev before he has time to swing. They're a highkey unstoppable team in battle.

Who gives nose/forehead/hand kisses?

Mevolent. Vile is more neck/shoulderblade/wrist kisses.

Who gets jealous?

Both of them, but Vile is the one you really don't want to cross; he's lost everything he cared about before and it completely broke him, so he absolutely will not tolerate competition. There's a rumour that the real reason Serpine tried to pull off a sloppy assassination - when he's always been so meticulous about his schemes - and then fled the city is because he found out that when Mevolent asked what gift would prove his love, Vile asked for Serpine's head. It's also a popular theory that Serafina's death, officially a "tragic accident", was in fact the deliberate removal of a rival (although, the court is divided on whether Nef or Vile arranged it).

Mev is a lot more chilled about his jealousy. It comes with having the power to grind your rival's entire bloodline to dust whenever you feel like it.

Soft kisses or passionate kisses?

Both.

Who brings the other food at work?

Vile will load up a plate of leftovers if Mevolent is balls deep in A Project and misses a meal, and take it up to his office so he'll still eat something. He actually has a better handle on When Mevolent Last Ate than Mev does.

Who made the first move?

Lowkey both of them. It was a blazing row during a post-battle debrief-slash-dressing-down that unexpectedly became an adrenaline-fuelled angry fuck. Neither is really sure who pounced first.

Who won’t dress in costume unless it’s a couple costume?

Mevolent won't dress up unless it's like, a super fancy, elegant masquerade ball costume. Vile is an introverted antisocial buzzkill and won't dress up at all.

How was their first date like?

They went riding. Vile was at the point of recovery where he was climbing the walls with cabin fever, and short walks in the palace gardens weren't cutting it anymore, so Mevolent took him outside the city to let off some steam.

Who writes love letters/notes to the other?

Both of them! The early years of their relationship were during the war, when they'd often find themselves leading the offensive on completely different continents. This being the 1800s, they'd communicate primarily by letter; incorporeal visitations were a thing, but still in the very experimental stage, and Teleporters were precious.

Originally, Vile would send field reports, and Mevolent would respond with written orders. Professional. Brief. Succinct. Then Vile has his injury. They get closer while he's recuperating, and when he goes back to the front, his orders arrive with a postscript, more or less saying, "How are you holding up?" He adds a postscript of his own to his next report - essentially, "I'm fine" - and then, after a bit of consideration, decides that sounds too brusque and adds a little funny story about something that happened with one of his soldiers recently.

The postscripts get longer. They share little anecdotes, celebrate each other's victories, comfort each other after defeats. Vile sends Mev three scrawly pages of absolute filth, which is delightedly received halfway across the world. Mevolent spells Vile's name differently on every single letter, and somehow never manages to spell it the same way twice (Veighle? Vyle? Veele? Véle? Vile is ready to end him and his medieval approach to spelling.) They even send each other little trophies or souvenirs, squeezed in at the very end of a crowded parchment.

"V - Saw this and thought of you. M"

"M - You'll probably laugh at this as much as I did. V"

Who firmly believed the other was their soulmate from early on?

They're too bitter and jaded and scarred to believe in soulmates. Vile was the one who immediately thought Mevolent Got Him, though - "finally, here is someone who shares my appetite for destruction."

How much do they touch each other (PDA)?

Rarely, in public. Once Mevolent is fully established as ruler of the world and he can be open about his relationship without risking his crusade, they might dance together occasionally, or touch one another's arm to get their attention, or murmur in one another's ear. But they were a secret for over a century, and they very rarely interact publicly in a way that would be out of character for a lord and his general. Vile still usually enters rooms behind/"guarding" Mevolent rather than on his arm (with a few exceptions, usually when Mev wants to make a point). The main "PDA" for them is that they use each other's names, rather than "my lord"/"general", and Vile will look Mevolent in the eye, which isn't really permitted for anyone else.

Do they have cute nicknames for each other?

Vile is "V" a lot of the time.

How do they feel about Valentine’s Day? Do they go on a date?

Valentine was a Christian saint, and Mevolent only endorses the Faceless religion, so while V-day might still exist in Leibniz, it would only be in the homes of those brave enough to flaunt the laws around false gods and banned faiths, and would probably not be openly celebrated.

Public marriage proposal or something private?

Private. The first anyone else hears about it is when someone notices that Mevolent's changed his family crest. It's normal for sorcerers to either impale their crest (split the shield down the middle, with half your crest on one side and your partner's on the other) with their new spouse's, or include a nod to their spouse's crest in their own, by adopting one of their tinctures or bearers or something. The gossip circuit goes wild trying to figure out what prompted the change - nobody recognises the impaled crest, and Mevolent's shown no interest in any young ladies of good family since Lady Serafina's tragic passing. Rumours abound. Changing your crest is something that happens after you get married, not before - so at some point, their lord and master got secretly married and didn't tell anyone.

Eventually, someone points out that Mevolent took Lord Vile off to one of his summer palaces for a few weeks several months ago, ostensibly to renovate. That summer palace is small as palaces go, and quiet, and that trip could...feasibly have been a honeymoon, a newly married couple wanting some privacy. But if that's true...they've been married almost a year, and nobody knew a damn thing.

After changing the crest, Mev announces a month of feasting and festivities to celebrate. He manages his public image carefully, and he knows that the commonfolk won't give a damn that he's gone and married his heathen lover, if it gives them an excuse to get drunk and stuff themselves on his dime.

Vile, being an intensely private person, took forever to okay the crest change, but since most of the court is terrified of him, he only really gets questioned by a few people.

How long into the relationship before they had sex?

Their relationship literally began with a post-battle adrenaline-fuelled angry fuck. They hooked up long before ever developing Feelings.

Who drops innuendos at random?

Neither of them are hugely inclined towards innuendoes, but it happens for both of them occasionally.

Who makes romantic surprises without a reason to?

They both will, but the definition of romantic varies wildly. "I've arranged a showing of an opera you like" and "I've kept this prisoner until you got back so we can interrogate him together" are both under the umbrella of "romantic surprise" for these two.

How likely are they to have sex in a non-bedroom location?

Very. Mevolent's throne is a popular pick. The carriage, the bathtub and every flat surface in Mev's rooms are also A-OK.

Who said “I love you” first and when?

Vile really struggles with the big three. Everyone he's ever said that to, he's lost, usually in horrible ways. He's lowkey convinced himself that if he doesn't say it, he won't ever lose Mevolent.

So it's Mev that says it first, and it's kind of in the middle of a religious crisis. He's fairly convinced the gods would overlook him fucking a heathen, given all the good he's done in their name, but then one night they're in bed together, Vile is dozing off on his chest, and he's got this warm fuzzy feeling like this is How Things Should Be, and he's not really been in love before but he's pretty sure that's a much more serious sin. Vile mumbles at him to ask what he's all fidgety about, and "I think I might be falling in love with you and that terrifies me" comes out during the resultant conversation.

Who will sing cheesy romantic songs when drunk?

Mevolent. The cheesy romantic songs are from like, the middle ages. It's a bit like your older boyfriend trying to seduce you with dad-rock - cringey, but in a funny, I-love-you-but-god-you-suck kinda way.

#skulduggery pleasant #violent #sp headcanons #long post

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cosmi-trashbin · 5 years ago

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Voxman Ship Meme (REPOST)

(Note: This is adapted and edited from a ship meme pulled off of a long-deactivated blog. The newer edits include my take on K.O. visiting Professor Venemous on weekends.

Big thanks to @enlightenedrobot for saving one of my personal favorites of the asks I received. I’m still in love with the idea of bite-sized speculative fiction about the hypothetical domestic lives of two dumbass mad scientists and their big adoptive family.)

Who snores?

When Lord Boxman snores, it sounds like a chorus of chainsaws chopping trees. It drives Professor Venemous crazy, but he can’t complain. Apparently, he grinds his teeth with the ferocity of ten cats dragging their claws down chalkboards. These two have to sleep in separate bedrooms or they’d murder each other.

It pains Boxman since he loves to-no, needs to-cuddle. Boxman will chug two energy drinks and screw up his sleep schedule for a week if it means getting to spoon with his sleeping husband for a few hours. He has ample competition, though. Fink, Raymond, Darell, and even K.O. take turns sleeping in Venemous’ room to assuage nightmares or just because Venemous is the warmer, more affectionate parent. Raymond, Darrell, and K.O. tend to accommodate Boxman and gladly include him. It takes Boxman awhile, but he eventually comes to enjoy the family huddle pile (even if this includes K.O., but he’d never openly admit it).

Fink is the exception. She’ll snarl and bark like a guard dog until Boxman reluctantly retreats back to his room.

Who takes out the trash?

At first, Venemous and Fink take turns taking out the trash. After a bitter argument about unfair chore schedules, Boxman was supposed to take over that chore. Instead, he delegates it to Darell, Shannon, and Raymond. Between the three bots, hope that Darell or Shannon lost the latest no-holds-barred tussle for who has to do it. If it’s Raymond, the trash just sits there and rots.

The headache stops entirely once K.O. starts visiting on weekends. He gladly picks up the chore, as well as many others, leaving Boxmore just a little cleaner than it normally is. K.O.’s cleanliness is almost enough to sell Boxman on the idea of eventually recruiting the little goody-goody full time.

Who hands out candy vs who takes the kid(s) trick or treating?

A week before Halloween, Boxman buys out all of the best candy. On Halloween night, Boxmore is a hotspot for trick or treaters because he hands out jumbo candy bars, homemade caramel apples, and even popcorn balls. He knows kids by name, takes requests, and has a waiting list of clients two miles long. His rationale? The bigger and flashier his Halloween offerings, the less foot traffic Gar’s Bodega gets. He’ll quash Gar by cutting his bottom line. (That’s Boxman’s cover story, but really, Halloween is just his favorite holiday).

As if this weren’t enough, Darell, Shannon, Raymond, and others ambush the Bodega all night with over-the-top Halloween related pranks or attacks. Gar usually works these shifts by himself since it’s an important family holiday for Enid, K.O. will probably go trick or treating with Carol, and Rad would find endless excuses to sneak over to Boxmore anyway.

Venemous is the trick or treat chaperone. He loves the holiday because it tends to be his best opportunity to bond with Fink. He lets her go nuts: She terrorizes unsuspecting citizens, steals kids’ candy, and threatens people at the door for their entire candy stash. While Fink brings home an ungodly large stash, Venemous refuses to let her eat all of it at once. He’s still supposed to be a responsible boss/parent in some capacity after all. K.O. tags along with Venemous and Fink on one Halloween after the big reveal. Apparently, Halloween is a good enough excuse for a truce between Fink and T.K.O. The results were so disastrous both Carol and Venemous agree that K.O. exclusively spends Halloween with her or his friends. No exceptions.

Who goes to parent/teacher conferences?

Venemous attends parent/teacher conferences more than he likes to. It usually boils down to: He nods and smiles for an hour, then bribes the principal to clear up Fink’s record. When he starts dating Boxman, he forces him to tag along to make the experience more bearable. Of course, Boxman acts as obnoxious as possible while Venemous pretends to be the embarrassed and utterly mortified “Excuse my buffoon partner” parent. After the fourth parent/teacher conference with Boxman, Fink’s boarding school just gives up.

Carol encourages Venemous to attend at least one of K.O.’s parent/teacher conferences in an attempt to “better include him in K.O.’s life.” It goes surprisingly well, despite some of Venemous’ catty comments; well enough that Carol, Venemous, and Mr. Gar can coordinate to go in each other’s stead if one or the other gets too busy. Venemous insists on getting a full report of K.O.’s progress every time, brags about his “smart little boy” for weeks, and makes Fink very jealous of her step-sibling.

Who packs a lunch for the other to take to work?

Boxman makes a point of preparing a lunch for his ‘gorgeous, successful’ partner everyday. He’s a terrible cook. A nightmarishly terrible cook. But, Venemous takes the heart-shaped boxes with burnt pot roast and limp greenbeans anyway because he appreciates the gesture.

Who leaves clothes all over the floor/in the laundry basket vs who puts them away?

Boxman has a giant “dirty clothes” pile in the corner of his room. The only clothes he’s very careful, even anal, about getting thoroughly cleaned and professionally pressed are his theatrical costumes. Costumes and presentation are actually a key bonding point between he and Raymond. Venemous encourages Boxman to go out once a week with Raymond clothes shopping and getting suits pressed or whatever else. Raymond is eternally grateful to Venemous for this, but he’s still trying to convince his more fashionable dad to join them. It’d be nice if Raymond had backup to get Boxman to back down on some of his more questionable fashion choices.

In contrast, Venemous is very careful about hanging his turtlenecks and lab coats, knows the best dry cleaning locations available, and gets the high-grade laundry detergent he can find. He doesn’t mind stains since he usually ends up with mud stains or crayon marks on his clothes after spending quality time with Fink. He just likes to make sure he’s presentable for clients and rivals alike.

Who organizes the DVDs and books?

Venemous has an extensive personal library he organizes alphabetically and according to how ‘evil’ the subject matter is. He’s particular about where he places books and DVDs in his private collection, but he lets everyone else keep ‘organized chaos.’ He only makes comments or asks them to clean up if the mess is in the main room or a tripping hazard.

The way he sees it, happy minions and families should be able to keep their private space and belongings arranged however they please.

Who has a million magazine subscriptions?

Boxman is notoriously bad about signing up for any flashy-looking magazine or service out there. There’s so many that come in every other week Venemous has to sort through them to pick out which are salvageable and which are garbage. Most ends up in the trash, but he does keep POINT gossip rags in the bathroom cupboard for grins.

Boxman is just barely trumped by how many teen-girl magazines Shannon orders. Every time a new magazine comes in, Venemous gets a death glare from Shannon until they figure out if it’s Boxman trash or her precious new Tigerbeat.

Who has a name for the stray neighborhood cat?

Venemous keeps tabs on the stray neighborhood cats to protect them from Fink. He’s been at it so long he named them to make it easier to keep track. At some point, Boxman joined in and started naming cats, too. He also turned their nightly antics into a needlessly complex and dramatic soap opera.

Venemous rolls his eyes every time Boxman ‘recaps’ the latest episode of Alley Cats to him at the breakfast table. And, every time, Boxman sneaks a look at Fink before winking slyly at Venemous. When Venemous does his Captain Picard facepalm, he feels like it’s a miracle Fink hasn’t found out about his watching out for the cats yet.

When K.O. discovers his dad’s soft spot for cats, he melts and goes on about how he knew Venemous had a heart somewhere. Every time, Venemous shuts him down with a cruel comment about handing over one of the cats to Fink. If K.O. pushes too much, he describes what Fink might do in horribly graphic, gruesome detail.

Who walks around naked at night and forgets the living room window is open?

Every Saturday evening, Boxman claims the living room to himself to watch his shows (a very melodramatic and sappy soap opera he doesn’t want anyone to know he watches). At exactly 8 pm, Boxman shuffles towards his kitchen for a snack stark naked. He always forgets that the living room curtains are wide open. Or, more accurately, he leaves them open because he ‘likes the breeze.’

Rad and Enid dread Saturday night shifts. They fight over who gets their 15-minute break at 8 pm to avoid the sight that’s the stuff of nightmares. Rad usually loses whatever game they picked to decide and no matter how hard he tries, he can’t look away when Boxman does his weekly snack shuffle.

The snack shuffle abruptly ends when Fink decides she wants the TV at that exact day and time to watch wrestling. Boxman gets out-voted and overpowered by everyone, including K.O., making a family night out of it. Sometimes, even Gar and Carol join in on the fun.

#ok ko #ok ko voxman #voxman #ship meme #ship ask #box family #ok ko boxmore #professor venemous x lord boxman #venemous x boxman

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alphabees-writes · 5 years ago

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Glee - S1 E1 (Pilot)

Is it a smart idea to rewatch glee again? No.

Am I going to do it anyway? You bet your sweet bippy I am!

Am I going to liveblog my garbage monkey brain thoughts along the way even though nobody asked for it? Hell yeah.

Here goes!

Wow. The first frame of this entire show is literally of a woman who looks like she’s about 10 years above the natural lifespan of a Cheerio. Then again, I’m sure Sue’s not above holding back her best recruits for multiple years because Ohio high schools are apparently just Like That™

I also never notice this opening song was a remix of Keep Me Hangin On, wow. That’s actually kind of interesting foreshadowing of sorts, like, kind of smart. I’m glad I’m watching the part of Glee that was kind of smart.

This scene also doesn’t feature any of the Unholy Trinity as far as I can see. Are they a JV squad? Am I putting too much thought into this?

Sign #1 That Mr Schuester Is An Asshole: Really, my guy? Driving around with your muffler dragging on the ground so bad it’s making sparks? That’s not very Road Safety of you. Fuck off.

Sign #2 That Mr Schuester Is An Asshole: Wow, there’s going to be a lot of these, huh? Anyway, anybody with working eyes would clearly see how scared Kurt is right now. “Making some new friends Kurt?” Fuck off.

KURT. FIRST SIGHTING OF THE BOY. What a delight. But also, not a delight, because he’s being bullied and he deserves better. Look at his outfit. Iconic from day fucking one.

Finn, you’re a himbo. What’re you doing with these assholes?

Puck’s first line in the whole series is “It’s hammer time!” What a fucking dork? Who made this boy popular.

DO MORE THAN TAKE HIS COAT, FINN. LET HIM GOOOOO!!!

I paused while they were tossing Kurt in the dumpster and, wow, got the most hilarious frame where the guy who isn’t Puck is getting a meticulously polished boot to the face. Netflix let me take screenshots, you coward.

The first shot of Quinn... My wlw bones are shaking.

Why would they use that photo for Lillian Adler...? WHO WAS BORN IN 1937, MIGHT I ADD. THAT’S NOT A REAL YEAR.

It’s weird to see Mr Schue actually speaking competent Spanish. Why did they veto that later? The ONE likeable thing about him was his competence as a school teacher, and they really threw it out the window huh?

WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO THE MEMBERS OF SANDY RYERSON’S GLEE CLUB??? This kid seems to really like singing. Also, welcome to the beginning of Ryerson being annoying as all hell.

Oh my gosh, the background choir stuff. This show really had style back in the day!!!

R A C H E L B E R R Y Y O U R M A K E U P ! ! !

Ken Tanaka walked so incels could run.

Jane Lynch you beauty. You absolutely impeccable beauty.

“Since when are cheerleaders performers?” Uh... Emma...? I get that Sue’s going ham on her budget but, like, be nice to the students? They perform their butts off!

Sue really just BRAGGED about having an iPhone. I was 9 when this came out. Why do I feel old...

Sign #3 That Mr Schuester Is An Asshole: He hears his coworker, presumably of several years, just got fired and doesn’t even ask why. He just jumps on the glee club like a frog on hot asphalt.

He really wants to Make The Glee Club Great Again, huh?

MySpace was really a thing, huh? And why does this grown-ass male teacher know so much about the students having them?

I know nothing about actual American schools, but I do know that they sure as shit don’t work like this. Why does a club have to win EVERY competition to be considered an asset?

Mr Shoe really lying awake at night half-naked next to his wife thinking about the glee club already? Yeah sounds about right. Also, of course you’d think up Nude Erections for a name, you asshole. Put some clothes on.

R E S P E C T MERCEDES YES!!!

Brad the piano player was really here from day ONE... Icon.

Cellophane, Mr Cellophane... Yes Kurt bby you killed it.

Chris Colfer looks so YOUNG here!!!

The hair fix... I C O N I C !

Tina really wrote her stutter down, huh? And nobody ever saw through it? Amazing.

The goth Tina look, too... Perfect... Never change...

Say what you want about Rachel Berry being generally insufferable, but I really fucking feel it when she sings On My Own. The monologue kind of kills The Drama of it, but they really solidly established her character by layering them. She really is a gold star right now.

The first-ever on-screen slushie!

The way she walks down that hall. My God you can just see how terrible she is to be around.

Never forget Rachel staring at photos of her with two men who turned out to not be her dads. Who are they? What are their stories? We’ll never know.

God, I love this stupid scene of Quinn, Santana, and a bunch of Cheerios cartoonishly typing hate comments on Rachel’s MySpace video and laughing like knock-off Disney villains.

I like watching season 1 Artie because season 1 Artie was a good character. Mostly. And he KILLED Sit Down, You’re Rocking The Boat. Rachel wasn’t asking for a male lead who could keep up with her vocally, she was being straight up ableist and that’s a fact. I love Cory, but Kevin McHale was always a better singer.

Mercedes picking up and spinning Rachel for this little routine is something I never really appreciated before, it’s cute even though they don’t like each other yet!

I really don’t get why Rachel says they suck. Yeah, sure, she’s gunning for a solo, but the vocals were solid there. The choreo was just a little janky, possibly because it’s their first EVER rehearsal?

“There is NOTHING ironic about show choir!” Incredible.

How long did it take Mr Shoe to find Rachel out on the bleachers? Did he search the whole school first?

ARTIE! CAN! KEEP! UP! WITH! YOU! VOCALLY!

I never understood Rachel quitting so soon. How long was she in the old glee club for? Surely they were never popular either?

Ah, the first “My hands are tied” for the series. Mr Figgins is a garbage principal.

Not going to advise the principal against referring to Artie as a cripple, William Shoestir? Alright.

How did the Schuester marriage last as long as it has? Do Will and Terri’s insufferable personalities just cancel one another out?

Sandy Ryerson really just openly brags about cheating the system for medical marijuana and dealing it?

Matt Morrison 100% has lip fillers. Nobody’s smile curls like that naturally.

“Terri and I are trying to get pregnant” What a weird way to phrase it. What is it, a race? Who’s going to get knocked up first!

A FIFTH OF BEETHOVEN, HOW I’VE MISSED YOU... The sound design of this show at this point is just... *Chef hand kiss*

“What you’re doing right now is called blurring the lines” Oh just wait until season 4, Sue... Just you wait.

WHY is Mr Schuester so ridiculously sweaty? I didn’t need to think about that?

EVERYONE on the football team is 30.

William Schuester you can’t just watCH TEENAGE STUDENTS SING IN THE SHOWER YOU ARE A TEACHER WHERE DID YOU GET YOUR LICENSE?!

Hearing Cory sing this always makes me emotional. What a talent!

Sign #4 That Mr Schuester Is An Asshole: I don’t think I need to say why using the weed to blackmail Finn is a shitty thing to do, do I?

“I’ll pee in a cup! ...I’ll pee...” I love Cory’s delivery.

PRIORITY #1: HELP THE KIDS Oh season 1... I love you so.

Mr Schue you WISH you were anything like Finn Hudson. You never will be.

Ah... Finn’s first monologue. He’s such a sweetheart. AND SO IS CAROLE. Carole is a queen I will stan forever. YOU THROW THAT MILK BB!!!

All Finn wants to do is make his mom proud. What a sweetheart. Mr Schue you do NOT deserve him.

These POV shots really enhance things, why the fuck did they stop using them?

Subtly having Kurt look at Finn in the same shot as Rachel was a nice touch indeed!

RACHEL WAS REALLY DOWN WITH ROLLING ARTIE RIGHT OFF THE STAGE HUH?

Terri’s a straight up hoarder, huh? Like a raccoon but instead of collecting edible garbage, it’s monogrammed garbage.

Surely you can’t just... BECOME an accountant, right? You need some serious qualifications for that right?

Also say what you want about how insufferable Terri is but her actress is ridiculously talented and absolutely steals every scene she’s in.

Now the background choir is doing Soul Bossa Nova and I am L I V I N G why didn’t they keep that motif!!! It was so ICONIC!

I don’t need my prostate removed. RIP Carole Hudson but I’m different :/

NO MEANS NO, KEN! TAKE THE L AND MOVE ON! Way to take out the fact that a girl won’t date you on everybody else around you! Toxic bastard. The absolute stench of melodrama on this bastard is noxious.

I was going to ask why Rachel didn’t know about Finn and Quinn if they’d already been together for 4 months, but then I remembered gossiping requires friends...

“Terri rides me. Hard. And I’ve always appreciated it!” Why don’t we talk about how this line sounds more. Why doesn’t Emma bat an eye at it oh my god

HERE COMES VOCAL ADRENALINE!!! And Jesse St. James is nowhere to be seen. How convenient. Also, they’re all 30. I’m sensing a pattern.

Sorry VA, all songs popularised my Amy Winehouse legally belong to Santana Lopez

Puck, if you were stupid enough to fall for the prostate excuse, that’s on you. Or maybe it’s on the education system...

You can do better that Mr Schue, kids. Don’t mourn him.

Ok, what the fuck is this scene where he’s filling out the job app to become an accountant? There’s a dude in the row in front off him just throwing crisps around? What is this place?? Why are you here sir???

“Accounting is sexy” shut up you horrible married man

The Cheerios sure did have straight ponytails for like, one episode, huh?

Finn is such a good boy. He doesn’t know it yet, but he is, and saving Artie from that portapotty is his first step to figuring it out.

This shot of Finn just wheeling Artie out of there... Ugh. My HEART.

KURT WHAT ARE THOSE LAYERS? SWEATER SHIRT SWEATER? HELLO???

Pee balloons. Nailing the lawn furniture to the roof. Finn, you’re better than that!!! Stop your dudebros.

They really had Artie be a guitar player, and a pretty good one at that, but they never mentioned it again? Artie had such potential SMH. (Also, Netflix subtitles are telling me it’s Arty, but I categorically refuse to spell it that way.)

Whyyyyy didn’t he go to KURT for the costumes as well? Look at his outfit, Finn. He clearly wants in on that job.

Will Schuester really is just desperately clinging to his glory days in high school. I’d feel bad for him if he wasn’t such a creep about it.

Emma, meaningfully: Do you know who that is? That’s you, Will... [FRANTIC DISCO MUSIC IN THE BACKGROUND]

I find it hilarious how the audio of Don’t Stop Believin’ just DOES NOT match the characters except for the solos... Also wow, autotune city. Am I awful for genuinely not liking this cover?

I like watching them perform it though. Kurt’s adorable little shimmy... Rachel and Tina smiling at each other like that... Everybody having a blast... I’m here for it

LOOK AT MY BABIES TILTING THOSE MIC STANDS...

Ok the way Rachel and Finn look at each other here is making me FEEL

I know Puck’s about to join anyway but WHY is he there watching... Just to have a mysterious bad boy moment? Lol you dramatic bastard

Please let them win nationals without you, Will.

So, yeah! There’s that! Those are my thoughts and feelings, basic though they may be. Episode one is fantastic, the kids are fantastic, and William Schuester can suck a toe.

#Glee #Glee seasson 1 #Rosie watches things and then says things about the thing

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charlielabouff · 6 years ago

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then i got high

TAGGING → Kai Waialiki & Charlie La Bouff ( @kaiofmotunui )

TIMELINE → The weekend after Charlie’s return™

SETTING → 4523 Spindle Street

SUMMARY → Charlie stops by Kai’s cottage on her sister’s behalf. An unlikely friendship blooms, with a little help from a certain kind of plant.

Charlie hated the fact that she’d do anything for her sister. Well, mostly anything. She hated that despite the fact that she was still trying to adjust to the different time’s and her now very different schedule, she was trudging through the streets wearing her basketball shorts and a tank top just because Tia asked for her to grab her things from Kai. Maybe it was because she felt bad for leaving on such short notice, or maybe it was because Tia was the one person she could never say no to. But that afternoon, she didn’t care. She really didn’t care. She just wanted to go back to sleep. She sighed, pulling her fingers through her short locks and she knocked on the door. She rubbed at her eyes under her glasses and she stifled a yawn.

Kai and this breakup were not sitting well together. As always, he was in a post-Tia funk and in turning down Lui's offers to cheer him up by talking shit about his ex, Kai was left with nothing but memories. Without feeling any kind of bad way toward Tia, Kai had nothing but positive feelings for her -- and that meant he missed her, which meant he'd been moping, because missing Tia while he was away was one thing, but missing her while they were still in town together was completely another. Sitting on his couch playing around with his sound equipment, Kai heard a knock at his door. He'd just been editing a version of the song he sang when he and Tia had broke up last year, and it showed on his face. Kai answered the door with a pout that he could not wipe off of his lips to find Charlie. He furrowed his brow, confused. "What are you doing here?" he asked, seeing Tia's younger sister sending him into an even sadder state somehow.

Charlie sighed as her eyes flicked around the area. She’d missed Walt; her friends mostly. Going back home was always fun, and it had been even more fun starting over. But being at Walt was different. It was her home away from home. She looked over when the door opened, pushing her glasses up her nose. “Tia sent me to grab her things,” she replied with a shrug, before her eyebrows pressed together when she saw the expression on his face. Sadness. Hurt. Despite any other previous feelings about him, she knew that face. That heart broken expression was far too familiar to her. “Hey, I thought you guys ended things on good terms. Why such the long face?” she asked, genuinely concerned expression on her face.

Kai grit his teeth. This was a break from their normal routine -- she would always bring him his stuff herself. He at least had that to look foward to when it came to fantasizing about clearing things up with her. But now she'd sent a messenger. He gave a nod, unable to hold in the disappointed sigh that tore through his chest. He shrugged at Charlie's question, a little exasperated. "To be quite honest, I don't even know what 'on good terms' means. It just feels like every other time," he sighed, before registering in his mind that Charlie seemed genuinely concerned for him. He furrowed his brow. "I'm....I dunno, disappointed. Sad. That it's over because I'm leaving....Why?" He couldn't help but let his confusion show on his face as to why Charlie was even pretending to care about him.

Charlie eyes searched his face, watching him carefully as he let out an almost defeated sigh. She reached up, pulling her fingers through her slightly tangled hair to stop herself from reaching out and laying a comforting hand on his arm. He’d been weird around her since she’s come back, and she didn’t wanna make things weirder. “I get it,” she sighed, pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose, “Breakups fucking suck no matter if they’re on good terms or not.” Charlie’s brow arched at his question, letting out a soft laugh and she shook her head. Before she could even stop herself, she reached out a laid a comforting hand on his arm, offering a slight smile. “Look, I may have — very openly not liked you, but I’m still human and I’ve been told that I’m slightly compassionate, whether I like someone or not,” she pushed her glasses up her nose once more and she removed her hand from his arm, “And you’re not — you’re not a bad guy, despite what I might have previously said about you. I’ve — changed.” She gave him a slight smile before she shifted slightly between her feet, folding her arms under her chest once more. “And — if you want, I’ve also been told I’m a pretty good shoulder to cry on.”

Kai couldn't help but curl at Charlie's touch on his shoulder. This was so weird. She was being so nice. Then, he remembered that she'd recently been going through a breakup of her own, so she got it. He relaxed a bit as she spoke, before nodding. "I'm not a bad guy," he agreed, though in his head he'd been wondering if that was actually untrue ever since he chose travel over Tia again. Charlie claimed that she had changed...And he was wondering why and how, but wasn't quick to ask questions. "I'm not crying!" Kai insisted, fighting off the urge to check his eyes for tears, and let himself smile half-heartedly back at Charlie. "But if you wanna come in and -- I dunno, rant about our relationship problems, we could blaze or something," he shrugged. It wasn't like him to so eagerly offer up his stash, but he figured both he and Charlie would be so much more comfortable using each other as shoulders to cry on if they were high.

Charlie eyebrows pressed together and almost immediately she pulled her hand away. It was weird, it was totally weird that she was suddenly being nice to him. She knew that. “I know you’re not.” At least, now she did. She understood where he was coming from. Choosing his career and something he wanted to do rather than being stuck at Walt. It was what she did. She laughed and she shook her head, wrinkling her nose. “No, you’re not. It’s just a figure of speech.” Her eyebrows rose at his invitation, and she could already feel the battle going on inside of her. She should’ve just grabbed Tia’s stuff and gone. But Charlie found herself nodding and giving him a smile. “Sounds good.”

Kai quirked an eyebrow at Charlie accepting his invite. He wasn't exactly expecting her to say yes, but he was kind of hoping she would. He'd been bottling all of this up since prom -- almost a month. It would be nice to just let loose...cleanse before he takes off into the unknown or whatever. "Cool!" Kai nodded, stepping aside to let Charlie in. "I'm not coming onto you, by the way -- because ew." He began to pull out his stash from one of the kitchen cabinets and started rolling the joint. "Like you said, you seem like a good shoulder to figuratively cry on, and like...you've been gone for a while, so we might as well catch up." Not wanting to search for his lighter, Kai lit the joint with the burner on his stove and offered Charlie the first hit. "Consider it a welcome home present."

Charlie knew that this whole thing was weird, but he seemed to be surprisingly cool about it. She stepped inside, her eyes flicking around the cottage and folding her arms under her chest before she wrinkled up her face. “God, no. Gross. Why’d you even think that I’d think you were coming onto me?” She followed him into the kitchen, pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose and she inhaled softly, snorting. “Catch up. Like we ever needed to catch up before,” she joked, a slight grin on her lips as she arched an eyebrow at him. She watched as he rolled the joint, her fingers tapping on the side of her arms as she felt the nervousness begin to settle in. She accidentally ate edibles once, and purposefully a couple times back home. But she’d never actually smoked anything. “Thanks.” She took the blunt from him, shifting slightly and bringing it to her lips to take a hit. Almost immediately she began coughing, the smoke burning her lungs and she held it out to him. “Now might be a good time to mention I’ve never smoked anything in my life.”

Kai gave a haphazard shrug. "Because! People are weird and think that way. You can't be too careful with the Drama Olympics in this town -- 'Waialiki Boy Hits on His Ex's Little Sister! More gossip coming soon!'" He mocked the town's gossiper as if it was perfect justification. Which, to him, it was. "Hey, we know what I'm doing when I leave. I travel. You're the one who just went on an adventure and are suddenly back, so you must have something to tell," he goaded. Kai could see that Charlie was nervous about the weed, and never even considered that maybe she hadn't smoked before. She was just generally a nervous person to him. It wasn't until she went sputtering on the joint did he realize. "Oh, shit!" Kai chuckled, taking it back from her with utmost care. "Watch me -- It's just gotta be as easy as breathing," he shrugged, before bringing it to his lips and effortlessly taking a drag. "See?" He puffed the smoke out with a sizable cough of his own, totally blowing his facade of being the Weed Conoisseur in the room.

Charlie couldn’t help but laugh, shaking her head and wrinkling her nose. “God, that’s so gross. I’d shoot down those rumors instantly. Uh — no offense,” she added, looking over at him and she wrinkled her nose. Maybe she should’ve realized how insulting that all could’ve sounded. She shrugged, ruffling up her short locks. “I missed Walt.” It was a simple enough answer, and she wasn’t gonna tell Kai of all people that she lost her scholarship. Who knew that her competitiveness, the reason why she got the scholarship in the first place, was going to end up being her downfall? Or maybe it was the anger problems. But that was an entirely different story. She offered a sheepish smile when he took the joint back from her, sinking her teeth into her cheek before she snorted and let out a laugh when he coughed his smoke out as well. “Mm, yep. The expert here,” she teased, taking it back from him before she brought it up to her lips. She took another drag from it, holding the smoke in for as long as she could before she coughed it back out, waving her free hand in front of her face and she held it out. “I think that’s enough.”

Kai laughed, shaking his head back. "Nope, none taken at all. You're not my type anyway," he shrugged. Anyone who knew him knew he didn't really have a type at all -- or maybe they just assumed that his type was Tiana Calliope La Bouff since she was the only girl he really ever showed more than casual interest in in his time in Walt. He nodded when Charlie answered, suspicious that it wasn't the full truth, but he wasn't going to press it. "I feel that. That's why I always come back," he nodded. It was like how his family traveled but always went back to Motunui as their home -- as much as he hated to admit it, he had two homes now. Kai choked back his cough with a laugh once Charlie called him out. "You sure?" he chuckled, bringing it to his lips once more before threatening to put it out and save the rest for later. "Lui's better at this than I am, I think."

Charlie let out a sigh, pushing her locks behind her ear and she raised an eyebrow. “Considering people confuse Tia and I for twins, I’d say I was your type. But good.” She licked her lips, letting out a soft laugh and setting her hands on her hips. Good, at least he believed her. Not that she needed him to. “See! I knew you’d get it. Most people think there’s some other reason. Like wanting to get Wes back or — I dunno.” She puffed out her cheeks, reaching up and pulling her fingers through her hair before she snorted. “Yeah, otherwise I’m just gonna end up passed out on your couch. And that’ll get guru gossip going,” she stated with a laugh. She stretched, her eyes flicking around the kitchen before she let out a soft hum. “You’ve gotta have a stash of snacks somewhere around here,” she stated, moving toward the cabinets and beginning to search for said snacks.

Kai shook his head quickly. "Nope, nope, nope, first of all -- you guys don't even look that much alike. Secondly, she's all girly and frilly and you're..." He gave Charlie a once-over with his eyes, before averting his attention back to the task at hand, "Not. At least, not all the time. Not that 'girly' is my type, but you guys are just wildly different." Kai wasn't the most in-tune with the town's gossip. He usually stayed away from that stuff, but still found it weird that Charlie listed getting Wes back as a reason people were saying why she came back. "Who said that? Didn't you break up with him?" he wondered with a smirk. "If you did pass out, I could always just say you were Baz's guest -- you hooking up with the WaltFest Wanker." He couldn't say it with a straight face as he let the effects of the drags he'd taken hit him. Kai gently put out the joint and dropped it back into the Ziploc baggie it came out of. Placing it back into the cabinet, in one swift movement, Kai also brought down every bag of chips, junk food, and otherwise munchies-worthy material and laid them out on the counter. "Take your pick -- but the Takis are mine," he said, opening the bag as he spoke.

Charlie laughed and she nodded, gesturing to him. "Thank you!" And she couldn't help the weird feeling that washed over her when Kai's eyes flicked over her, wrinkling her face and folding her arms self-consciously under her chest. "Well -- uh, thanks?" She hummed softly and she wrinkled her nose, looking over at him and she nodded. "People. And I did. I think people think that things are just magically gonna fix themselves." She knew that she had a lot of growing to do. They could barely even text without arguing or feeling awkward. She laughed loudly, beginning to feel the effects of the couple of hits she took before she shrugged. "I mean he's cute, so I wouldn't complain," she stated with a smirk and a shrug. Her eyes widened slightly, her eyes flicking over the various different junk foods that he'd pulled out and she let out a low whistle. "That's fine," she stated with a grin, grabbing the Cheetos and opening the bag. She hummed, shoving a handful of the chips in her mouth before she chewed -- making her way into the living room and plopping down onto the couch.

Kai cocked a brow at the way Charlie spoke of what people were saying. "I feel that," he nodded, "A lot of people seem to think I enjoy leaving and coming back to Tia like it's some sort of game. Like, -- 'how fast can I win her back this time?' And that's not the case at all. I leave and come back because I want to -- or cause I needed to finish school. The last thing I ever want to do is string her along," he shrugged, not really having expected himself to go on such a mini-rant, but it felt good to get off his chest. "Don't let anyone know you just called Wanky cute!" Kai exclaimed with a laugh, wrinkling his nose in disgust at the idea of Baz being "cute". This was how he knew he was 100% straight. Kai followed Charlie into the living room with his bag of chips, as well, and sat on the other side of the couch from her. "You're kinda cool, I guess," he mused out loud, not necessarily meaning anything by it, it was just a thought that popped into his head that he couldn't stop from coming out of his mouth, as well.

Charlie couldn’t help but grimace slightly at his words. Because she was guilty as charged for that one. She’d been blinded by seeing her sister hurt so many times. “I feel like I strings Wes along in a way,” she stated, a slight frown forming on her lips as she popped a Cheeto in her mouth, “I felt bad for leaving, y’know? And like I feel like maybe if I broke up with him before I left things wouldn’t be so...” she trailed off, wiggling her fingers and wrinkling her nose as if that would explain everything she was feeling. Things hadn’t been right since she got back, since they even broke up. They hadn’t talked in months — despite how she’d argue even longer than that due to his lack of communication. She puffed out her cheeks, another frown forming on her lips and she looked down at her bag of chips. “I miss him.” But that frown soon turned upside down when She laughed loudly. “It’s the truth! Despite his public wanking, Baz is not a bad looking guy!” She kicked off her converse, stretching her legs out on the sofa before she looked over at him, licking the Cheeto dust off of her finger and she snorted. “You guess?” she stated, nudging him slightly with her foot, “I’m pretty damned cool if I say so myself.” She flicked her hair off of her shoulder and she licked her lips, sighing slightly. “I guess you’re not too bad, either.”

Kai gave a shrug. "There's no shame in wanting long distance to work -- or thinking that they will," he sighed. Maybe that's what he should've done with Tia at least the first time, instead of letting the long distance thing scare them both into the break-up-make-up game they were so famous for, now. He popped a chip into his mouth as he thought of this. "Me and Tia just are just both 'out of sight, out of mind' people. You and Wes, though -- I mean, I believe that you guys could've made it work. So obviously you guys would think so, too." Kai pouted in response to Charlie's frown. It really sucked not being able to be with the person you are in love with. "Yeah, if you want my advice, you won't really stop missing him. It just stops hurting as much after a while." He didn't want to advise Charlie to be like him and Tia -- like, not at all. He wouldn't wish that kind of back-and-forth on any couple. But from his experience, moving on was so hard that he rarely ever did it. So he couldn't exactly say that she should move on. "Eugh, I think I'm too straight to get it. He looks like a doodle of a human," Kai shook his head laughing as he got comfortable on the couch. Charlie nudged him in jest in response to his claim, and Kai couldn't hold back the smirk that grew on his lips. "Well, what shitty timing -- we're cool with each other after your sister dumped me. No not-awkward double dates happening now," he chuckled.

Charlie let out a sigh that her sister would’ve been proud of. “Considering how insecure I really am? It wasn’t ever gonna work.” It was so unlike her to not to see some silver lining in things. She looked over at him and she nodded, her eyes skimming along his face. “I think everyone did.” She swallowed and she rubbed at her face, looking over at him and she nodded. “Wes and I were best friends first, and now we can barely even talk. It really fucking sucks.” And she wanted more than anything to fix it. But loud laughter fell past her lips at his description of Baz, her nose wrinkling and she nodded. “Now I’m just imagining a doodle-bob version of Baz and I’m dying,” she stated, wiping at her eyes with her knuckle as her gigglefit continued. She snorted, taking in a deep breath to try and calm herself down before she nodded. “Real shitty timing. But y’all’ll be back together in no time,” she stated, shaking her head, “And then whoever I end up dating can go on double dates again where they’re isn’t any awkward glaring from me.”

Kai furrowed his brow, admittedly a little taken aback by Charlie's claim. "You think other people aren't insecure? People just learn how to work through it, I guess. It's like, really weird to think of you guys being over For Good," he chuckled, because just the idea seemed preposterous. It was funny, though -- he'd never really noticed he'd formed any kind of opinion on #Weslie until now. He frowned, contemplating what it would be like to date and break up with a best friend. But in his high state, all his mind was doing was thinking of dating Lui and then he couldn't take the thought seriously anymore. "I bet. But I think at the very least you guys can get that back. For Tia's sake." He chuckled, thinking of Tia being caught in the middle of a Weslie crossfire for the rest of her life. And while the thought was funny, he didn't wish that on her. "Doodle-bob!" He exclaimed, "Oh that was the best episode...Gave me nightmares for like two years." He shook his head remembering that particular Spongebob episode and fell into a fit of laughter himself, before following Charlie's lead and taking in a few shaky breaths. "Well, I'll be gone for like, a year at least -- with travel and promo and post-production. And I don't want her to wait up, so maybe this really is it. Next year, though -- we'll have epic double dates where I don't feel like I'm invading New Orleans."

Charlie sighed, her teeth sinking into her lower lip before she let her eyes skim along his face. "Yeah, well, it's not as easy as you think," she breathed, shaking her head before she wrinkled her nose, "I don't know. Maybe we'll get back together, I mean -- soulmates are supposed to, right? Is it weird to call him a soulmate?" She hummed softly, shoving some Cheetos into her mouth once more and she slowly nodded. "Yeah, hopefully," she muttered with a mouth full of chips. She chewed slowly, looking over at him and she snorted loudly. "Same! If that shit didn't scare you when you were a kid, then you're obviously a psychopath." She inhaled sharply, trying to swallow back the giggles that kept falling past her lips. She clutched at her stomach as she took in another deep breath, looking up at him and she nodded. "That's good. And you were never invading, one of us just didn't know how to let loose," she gave him a beaming grin, "Until now." She licked off her fingers once more and she stretched her arms over her head, humming before she looked at him once more. "This is how Lui and I became friends, y'know that?"

Kai held his hands up in surrender. "I mean, you guys have been attached at the hip since like literal birth -- I wouldn't say that you guys being soulmates is so wild of a concept," he shrugged. He didn't necessarily believe in soulmates -- if they were a real thing, he and Tia would be able to make things work. At least, he liked to think so. He sat back, feeling his body sink into the couch even more. "What'd he say?" he giggled to himself, trying to recall the phrase that he'd seen in like, memes and such. "Uhhh...hoy minoy something something!" Kai exclaimed, doing his best DoodleBob impression. His best was pretty bad, but still his best. "And thank God for letting loose." Kai held his bag of chips up as if to toast with them before digging into the bag once more. "You and Lui are friends?" Kai mused, trying to recall if he already knew that or not. "....Well, that makes sense, Lui's friends with like everybody. Is this how he gets all his friends? Cause that would make so much sense as to how he's so popular," he chuckled.

Charlie sighed and she wrinkled her nose, reaching up and ruffling her locks once more. "No? Like, even being broken up it's not weird to say? Like I legitimately think that the universe is gonna some how bring us back together again, and that we're ultimately -- y'know, supposed to end up together," she stated, wiggling her fingers slightly before she snorted, "Wow, that was such a hippie thing for me to say." She cackled loudly, her nose wrinkling and she gripped even more onto her shirt, shaking her head before she waved her hand. "S-stop. I can't breathe," she managed through her laughter, shaking her head. She 'clinked' her bag against his before shoving more of the chips into her mouth. "Maybe. I mean, I don't go outta my way to talk t'him but he's chill. And you're really not bad either." She cleared her throat, holding her bag up once more. "To new friendships."

#( para: then i got high )#( feat. kai )#drug mention tw #drug use tw

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candidlytaron · 7 years ago

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Chapter Three: τρία

Play the lotto you might win it

It's like 25 for life so you bust out of prison

Something's in the air

It's like that feeling when you're just about to kill it,

Take your last shot you know you're gonna hit it

Something's in the air

— Shawn Mendes • Something Big

• • •

THE PROJECT

ISLA

Isla and George sits across each other on a café. George takes a sip of his coffee and Isla is telling a story about how her audition went. They haven't seen each other in quite a while because of their busy schedule. George offered they hang out here, instead of the flat, since he wanted to treat Isla for her favourite cheesecake and thick hot cocoa.

Georgios or George Alanis had been Isla's best friend since they were in middle school when Isla was still staying in Greece. They were both nearly an outcast because they were both new. George came from Sydney and Isla came from London, both are half-Greek. George was actually the one who got Isla hooked into acting, but Isla just couldn't abandon singing, so she began doing musical theater workshops in freshman year of high school. "At least I get to do both things that I love and have learned to love," she explained.

Ever since then, as opportunities rain down on George, he doesn't forget to share his blessings with Isla, and she does the same, therefore, they both rise to the top together like they promised to each other. And now, they've auditioned in the same upcoming production, and are looking forward to finally working with each other for the first time, after all these years.

And with their closeness, typically, people assume that they're a couple, as much as they try to explain a hundred times to interviewers that they're just best friends, with a statement even released in their social media. It's either that or they completely assume that they are eventually going to fall for each other. Their explanation was: if they'd eventually fall for each other, it could have happened a long time ago but it didn't. And none of them seem to hint out having feelings for each other anyway, so they're confident it's never happening.

"...Georgie, I'm extremely fucking desperate for this, you have no idea," Isla says, placing down her cup of coco down harsher than intended, it creats a small spill on the glass coffee table. So she wipes it with a napkin.

"So am I. Everyone's looking forward to seeing it, so imagine the exposure that's going to give you."

She laughs. "But what if it turns out to be suckish? How's that going to go?"

"We've won big awards two years ago, last year and this year, Isla. If it turns out to be suckish, it's kind of a part of life as an actor, isn't it?"

Isla rolls her eyes. "Taron doesn't have a shitty movie?"

"Oh, well, that's because in your eyes, he's perfect. Also, didn't you hate The Golden Circle?" He says, pressing his cup on his lips and taking another swig.

"Yeah," she says, chewing on the inside of her cheek. "I did hate the story line. However, Taron wasn't even terrible in his performance there at all. If anything, he deserves all the awards."

George shakes his head, smiling. "No, Isla, I was talking about the movie itself, not Egerton's performance. You thinking that it's perfect is already quite intrinsic. I was just thinking that that movie was definitely over-hyped for a shit story line."

Isla gasps and throws a napkin on George's chest jokingly. In shock that someone would actually talk shit about the film that even she hated. It's like criticising someone's parents. You're not allowed to do it because it's going to be very offensive, but their child can.

"What?"

"Don't even say that!"

Laughing, George takes the napkin off his chest and toss it back to Isla. "I thought you hated it! So do I. I can't believe you actually made me watch that shit."

"George, I'm the only one who can talk shit about that movie."

"And I don't?"

Isla nods, looking absolutely protective and determined. "Yeah." And George just responds to it by chuckling and taking another sip on his coffee, with a playful smirk that also screams 'You are unbelievable, Isla Constantinou.

• • •

A month has passed since the audition for what might seem to be their biggest production yet, and this, we get the results. This is a highly anticipated movie of the next year because the creators hyped up everybody with the release of its story line and concepts, including Isla. That's why it's going to be such a big deal if she ever gets accepted. But she knows in her heart that she's going to be good at executing the character. Like she's born to play it. She's insecure, yes, but this time, she feels really confident and even she can't tell why. She just have this gut feeling that she'll be succeeding if she gets this role. The exposure, the story line, everything's just perfect.

She sits on her bed, with her chin on her knees, her toes curling on the white duvet and her phone in her hand. Anytime now, they will contact her, and she's been really wanting this role because of the character's great backstory. She was taught way back to not expect so much after auditioning, but now, only once in this case, she's breaking the classic rule. She knows she did well, and she gave it her all.

Her phone rings, making her jump. She turns to the caller ID and it's the casting director. Her heart starts to race as she slides her thumb sideways to answer the call she desperately had been waiting for. "Hello?" She's trying to remain calm, but the pressure's already on. She just wants the result so she can get it over with, whatever it may be—a celebration or devastation and bitterness.

"Isla Constantinou," the director greets. "We might just be giving you this character. But I'm going to need you to be able to try with the other casts to see the compatibility. Is that all right?"

Her lips are quivering, as if she can't find the words to reply. She's just nodding and nearly in tears, but she keeps reminding herself that the pressure is still on. The results aren't final. She still has to be good at this next stage.

Finally, she responds. "Yes! Yes. Who are the other cast, if I may ask?"

"For your role or for the other characters?" Isla shakes her head as if she can be seen by the director. She doesn't even want to know who is also competing for her role. She just wants it hers without any more competitive demeanor nor insecurity.

"For the other characters."

"Well, there's Trent Grand, tentatively played by Georgios Alanis, Howell Ellis, played by Taron Egerton—"

Hold the fuck up, She thinks, her heart racing even faster and she isn't even paying attention anymore to the rest of what the director is saying. She's only focusing on one thing. Taron Egerton? She's going to possibly be working with the Taron Egerton? It's everything she's ever dreamt of ever since she got in to show business. Although, the pressure raises up to its core temperature. This is what she's been waiting for all her life, and it can finally happen. Here, she begins to wonder if she'll ever get along with him or she's just going to get ignored like she feared would happen. But they will both be playing the lead. They have to almost always agree with each other, or at least would just have to interact with each other.

She almost forgets that her best friend is also a tentative cast. So, the possibilities are:

1. She might stick on George's arm the entire time whilst she fights her anxiety over officially meeting sober Taron. At least, when he was drunk, he wouldn't remember anything embarrassing that Isla could have done. This is a completely different story now. And she doesn't even know if he's going to remember her.

2. If he does, it's going to be extremely awkward to hear Taron say 'Hey, did you became my instant best friend in the after-party whilst I was fucked?' She wouldn't know how she's going to respond to it. Hence, probably using George as a shield in case this scenario actually takes place.

2.1. If she'll be honest, Taron would be weirded out by her, surely. But she already has a defense in case he attempts to distance himself away from here because of what happened. 'I saved your ass from getting too drunk at the party. You should be thanking me.' Unfortunately, though, she didn't save him from getting videotaped getting pissed and dancing awkwardly to EDM.

2.2. If she lies, guaranteed Taron will find out about it. There were already a lot of eye-witnesses of Taron getting too drunk, let alone seeing the openly desperate celebrity obsessed with him, with him.

3. George will be encouraging her to talk to Taron and befriend him. But he might recognise her.

3.1. If he recognises her from all the gossip websites, it's going to be pretty awkward if she tries to befriend him. Everybody is going to think that she's trying to make her way on Taron.

3.2. If he recognises her from the award show, he will probably welcome her with open arms or he'll interact with her—what a dream.

3.3. If he doesn't recognise her at all, that's definitely going to be extremely embarrassing, at least for Isla's part. Taron possibly wouldn't even get to observe the mortifying moment but she will never forget it.

4. George might be the typical friend who pushes you to your crush and that's not going to end well. Isla shall speak to him as early as now, but first, she'd need to congratulate him. It isn't confirmed yet that they really got the part, but at least, finally, she will still be acting with George. It's everything she's been waiting for because it never happened. They got involved in different workshops because Isla's house is a little too far from George. He offered that he'd give her a ride to and from the drama school, but Isla's step-father just shook his head. He never liked the idea of Isla being friends with George because he thinks that it's just George's way to get into her pants, which George vehemently denied. Nevertheless, to this day, Isla's dad is still skeptical, but is starting to trust George bit by bit because nothing has happened to them in the past nine years.

The director stops mentioning the main characters and those who will portray them. "Is there any more questions?"

"When will this trial be and where will it be held?"

"Tomorrow morning at ten. I will be texting you the address."

"Okay," Isla says finally. Smiling from ear to ear. "Thank you very much."

After the phone call, Isla calls George right after. The phone rings, and George immediately picks up. "So, what's up?" He picks up, sounding like he's trying to contain his excitement and waiting for Isla to figure out. But Isla already knows the surprise, and she notices that her hand is actually shaking. She doesn't know if it's either from excitement, or from nervousness, or both—definitely both.

"Georgios, Γεία σας! we're cast in the same production! Although, tentative, but still!" She says, almost squealing from excitement. "Tomorrow morning, we work on the compatibility of the casts."

"Ah-huh? Is that the actual reason why you called me? Or is there still something else in your head?" George already knew way ahead. It appears that Isla's the last one to know, at least between the two of them.

"What?"

"Something tells me that there's something else you have in mind."

Isla rolls her eyes, as if he can see her. "Okay, okay, fine. Taron is playing the lead and my character—Heather's boyfriend."

"Ah-huh. That's what I've been waiting to hear," he says, laughing. "That's exactly what I have been waiting to hear." He sighs and shift quickly to another topic. "Anyway, what time do we wake up tomorrow?"

"Well, it starts at ten, so maybe seven. Well, depending on the travel time. Where is it, anyway? The casting director told me that he's going to text me the address but I haven't received anything yet."

Then her phone vibrates. He puts George on loud speaker and see who messaged. It's the casting director.

"Never mind. I just received it."

"Me too. I'm actually viewing it on this traffic at the moment. It's about one hour from our crib, but it's still depending on the horrid traffic. I guess I'll pick you up at seven."

Seven?! Isla thinks. She usually wakes up at quarter to eight and just adjusting a bit so she set up the time at first. But she forgets to mind the deadly London traffic.

She needs to make a good first impression. She has got to be there on time.

She can’t tell who she wants to impress though: The directors or Taron?

She swallows, and nervously say "seven it is."

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER FOUR

#taron egerton #taron egerton fanfiction #please help me #my head is literally throbbing right now oh my god

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Track 5. Soul So Cynical

There's a conundrum with gossip in that whichever way you approach it, it won't ever be right.

Some choose to ignore it -- just go about their business as usual and don't waste their time with explanations, as people only hear what they want to.

Some choose to address it -- confront the people who are gossiping, as they alert you to a certain perception, which can spread and grow out of proportion if you don’t take action.

That's why you had PR teams, and carefully orchestrated stunts and strategies to fix anything not in line with your image. Tennoko knew that very well from how his uncle battled the media machine ever since he'd made a successful debut on the football field.

But Tennoko always thought if you addressed gossip, if you engaged with that kind of hateful monologue trying to turn it into a dialogue, you justified its existence, and maybe even acknowledged that there was some point to what people said; that you were indeed the bad and ugly truth brewing in their minds. Because, sadly, hardly anyone ever gossiped about virtue.

But if you ignored it, life wasn't really much easier. There were only so many first impressions you could make.

What Ko thought of gossip and first impressions was pretty clear. He didn't give a single...

Fun fact -- with his arrival, Motoki needed to rethink his image again. Because the bad boy label had been inadvertently taken.

And was Ko the baddest of them all or what, according to the gossip.

Rumour had it his parents sent him to Tokyo to some distant relatives as a punishment for acting out and bad grades, so he had to transfer to a new school from God knows where. Tennoko actually had a pretty good idea where that might be but he didn't share it, not even with Hideo, trying not to add any fuel to the proverbial flame.

Besides, Tennoko didn't really believe the rumour true, especially since he actually noticed Ko's name on the entry exam results table when, out of curiosity, he browsed back through photos he'd snapped that day. Ko's was the third best result in math. Would he have taken exams if he had simply transferred? Not likely. Would he have been punished for results like that? Even less so.

It didn't take a genius to notice Ko was great at math, and Tennoko caught himself waiting for him to flash a smug smile he always did as he answered the teachers correctly. It almost made Tennoko jealous, the way he was confident in his skills.

He wasn't what you'd call a typical nerd, though. The smug smile graced his face in PE too when he got praised in individual competition, whenever effort and concentration was required. In group play, Ko was fair and respectful but a team player he was not. A tad too aggressive in basketball, his height the obvious advantage, and not cooperative enough in football, always pushing forward alone.

Teamwork was an entirely different thing with Ko. To Tennoko's surprise, they actually tied in highest test scores in English more than once, and since Mrs Ishikawa had a horrible habit of making top students her aid, they were paired to assist her with making lesson plans and checking homework. At first, it made Tennoko tense and painfully aware of every word he was uttering in his presence. But Ko never once complained about him or the amount of work she put on them both, and he always came prepared, which was new to Tennoko as he was rather used to people slacking off in group work. He even thought Ko's reading materials were a bit too ambitious for high schoolers' tastes.

And so nervousness turned to...anticipation, maybe? Tennoko couldn't quite place the feeling he had at the prospect of working with Ko. Man, but did he feel disappointed if either of them didn't manage to score well enough to be paired together.

For him, it was usually because of grammar, when stress got the better of him, and he slipped with the tenses or prepositions. For Ko, it was the writing assignments and speaking tasks. He was reserved when speaking English, so working in pairs with him was a challenge for most people.

Truth is, he was reserved when speaking in general. After a week, the class even had a bet running if Ko would ever say a sentence in Japanese longer than five words.

His silence and smugness alongside constant disappearance from view during breaks, instead of mingling with classmates, people mostly took for arrogance. One more rumour said he was older than the rest of them, and simply thought everyone too childish and too boring to speak to.

Someone even said, they had seen Ko push a stroller in a park near Nakameguro station in the company of a woman. Yes, a woman, not a girl. She was too young to be his mom so was she his girlfriend? Was this an affair? Was the kid his?

Add to it random band aids over the fingers, a scar inside his right palm, and a sullen gaze of his very dark eyes, you'd get a picture of what mothers usually called a very bad influence. Someone to have only a bad feeling about.

Tennoko felt it too, or rather he felt something. Never before had a guy elicited such a strange mixture of admiration and jealousy in his life.

Sure, Tennoko looked up to Hideo's patience and his fortitude, and quite frankly mooned over him for years now, and he always envied Tomomi his quick wit and charm.

But none of them made such a startling and gut prickling impact in such a short time. None of them were like that drumming inside his tightening chest.

Tennoko always thought of Hideo as the thoughtful leveled head, and Tomomi the unruly fiery heart. But Ko didn't feel like any of that. He felt like visceral instincts. Something untamed about him like an ocean beneath the cold surface. Very, very bad.

And he didn't even like bad guys! Yet here he was obsessing over Ko in his spare time. God, what a disaster.

And it was a problem because nice guys like Hideo might not mind if he's crushing on them hard. But bad guys like Ko… Man, Ko would probably kick his ass in front of the entire class, ha! the entire school for even thinking it. Ko would flip out knowing he...

Jesus, it wasn't a crush! Why did he even need to remind himself that?

And was Ko really a bad guy? Tennoko was having serious doubts.

It all started with the Himawari twins incident.

A senior was mercilessly teasing the two girls from class B one recess. Tennoko overheard it on his way to the library, something about them ever sharing a boyfriend, which was inappropriate in itself, but the guy was also implying they should consider him for a future threesome. He was loud and obnoxious, his mates cheered him on, and the girls tried to get back a phone he took from one of them, God knows why.

Hajima strode their way, ready to intervene as a class rep but at that moment the phone slid across the floor dropped by the senior student when one of the girls simply kicked him in the shin having had enough. It landed some distance away from the scuffle, right by Ko sitting on a bench in the corridor, reading, headphones on his head.

The guy dived for the phone but Ko picked it up first. And just as the senior tried to harass him to give it back, Ko simply stood up.

He was taller by more than a head than the guy, and that alone seemed to drive a message home because the guy took two steps back. As his mates jumped to his side, Ko gave them a look that even from the distance made Tennoko shiver.

He said, "Stop fucking about," making a deliberate pause between each word, as Tennoko learned from the twins later on, and so the seniors retreated.

With them gone, Ko silently handed the phone back to the girls, and then not waiting for any thank yous, disappeared from view and the commotion for the rest of the break.

Tennoko ran into him in the library right after.

The second time he found him in there was also a surprise.

It was lunchtime but before grabbing a bite with Hideo and Tomomi, Tennoko decided to drop by to return Howl's Moving Castle he'd just finished the previous night.

As he fumbled in the bag for the book in a hurry, he bumped into someone coming back from the checkout counter with an armful of titles. A steady grip held him so Tennoko didn't fall but the person dropped the books he was carrying.

"Jesus, I'm sorry, are you OK?" Tennoko asked, picking them up. It seemed a random bunch, really, math and social studies and prose, but he was most surprised to see a sound engineering handbook.

Only then he noticed he'd bumped into Ko.

"My fault," he said pointing to the headphones on, and grabbed the books back.

While leaving, Tennoko saw him sit in the reading corner devouring a book and a clearly home cooked bento.

So the closer Tennoko looked, the more the whole bad guy thing looked like a shtick. A cynical PR stunt almost, Ko letting the rumours run wild for a purpose. All a matter of perspective.

Because last time he checked, bad guys didn't really hang out in the library to avoid people. They didn't stand up to bullies. They didn't score well on English and math tests. They also didn't bring home cooked lunch or strolled with toddlers around a park.

And didn't smell of Mocha. Why on Earth did he smell of Mocha?

The only thing keeping Tennoko somewhat sane was that there was close to zero chance of them interacting outside of classes and cleaning duty altogether, and he was pretty sure the novelty effect would wear off in the coming weeks.

Luckily, the new Crimson Blade was coming out shortly, and he'd be spending a lot of his spare time playing with the guys instead of worrying about misplacing his silly feelings on someone like Ko.

Thank you, God, for video games. A perfect distraction with only pixel worlds and characters to swoon over.

In the meantime, others made the decision for him to avoid the newcomer. Two weeks into the school year, the gossiping didn't end. No one dared to taunt Ko openly but they weren't really subtle about giving him the silent treatment. He was left out from group activities outside school, not invited to their class group chat, and generally singled out as not to be hanged out with.

And it bothered Tennoko, it really did, so he refused to add anything to the conversation whenever it steered into name calling and speculation about Ko's life. It also made him want to check up on him to make sure he's alright. Because Tennoko didn't believe, even with all his aloofness, Ko was not at all affected by their class, well, not on their best behaviour, to put it mildly.

One Friday, as they settled into informal groups during lunch, Tennoko found himself in a mix of some old familiar faces and new classmates, all chatting about the newcomer again.

"I mean, he could at least try to say hi. We're all making friends here. Otherwise it's just rude. What do you think, Hikaru-kun?"

Why would he want to say hi, if you're treating him that way, Tennoko thought but bit his tongue. With a mouthful of onigiri, he just shrugged.

"Whatever, he's just like this sad loner type."

"You don't like guys like that, Suzuki-san?" Motoki made puppy eyes towards the girl, and her short bob swayed as she shook her head.

"I like smart and fun guys." She winked and Motoki beamed.

"He is kind of handsome," added another girl, and Tennoko caught himself stopping mid bite at her words.

"Aiko-chan, you just like foreigners," laughed Suzuki in turn, and Honda shrugged with an innocent smile.

"Is he really Korean though," wondered Hajima, "I mean, his Japanese is normal."

Tennoko opened his mouth for a brief second, then closed it, considering if he should say anything at all. Finally he thought, though a single fact wouldn't really set things straight for Ko, it was better than constant speculation.

"He's from Kansai. Most likely, Osaka."

All eyes in the group turned his way.

He took another bite from his bento, and shrugged. "What? I heard it in his accent."

"Hikaru, you and your perfect pitch, this is brilliant." Motoki laughed out loud and playfully slapped Tennoko over the back.

"You have absolute hearing?"

Tennoko blushed at the sudden excitement and attention around his person, though he was happy it at least drew them off gossiping about Ko.

"Could play anything he heard, even when we were still in elementary." Hajima gave Tennoko, then the rest of them a proud smile. "Too shy to brag about it, right?"

"That is so cool," cheered Honda, a big wide grin on her heart shaped face. "So can you really play anything?"

"Music without notes, yes. But not like any instrument, I'd have to learn to play piano like any of us, really," Tennoko replied, still feeling a bit of a flush in his ears. "I play guitar, used to play violin as a kid."

"So did I. Real tiger mom I have. She stopped nagging me when my teacher said I'm hopeless," she laughed. Tennoko smiled back hoping Aiko wouldn't poke her nose into his reason to quit.

"And the accent thing -- also perfect pitch?" Suzuki asked.

"It helps but I learned that from my mom. She teaches linguistics at Komaba," he replied, "I can tell you, though, that our school chime's in E major, and Lana sings comfortably in C3 to F3."

"So you'll be joining the music club for sure."

"Yup, just need to check if I'd have to take my guitar for practice or if they have a good one here."

"Very particular about his guitars, that guy," Motoki snickered.

Tennoko smiled. "You'd be surprised how different it plays when it's the right one."

"Anyone else joining clubs or teams?" Suzuki asked.

"Baseball team," Hajima made a swing with an invisible bat. "Tryouts are tomorrow."

"Same for the running team. Care to watch, ladies?" Motoki added, shooting a look at Suzuki who beamed at him back.

As the girls giggled and the guys laughed, they noticed Ko enter the classroom and sit in his place beside Tennoko.

Leaning back in the chair, he hid comfortably behind a book, trying to ignore the noise. The group stopped laughing at once. It was almost the end of lunchtime anyway, so Tennoko hoped they'd just return to their seats as usual.

But to his surprise, Suzuki got up from her place and moved to the newcomer, with the eyes of each classmate closely following.

"Hey, Ko-san," she asked, leaning over him with a curious and, much to Motoki's distress, flirty smile, "We were just talking with the guys here about clubs. Aiko-chan and I are joining the drama club. What about you?"

He didn't answer right away but smiled at her from behind the book. It seemed forced, mouth moving to a smile but eyes not reflecting the sentiment.

"Clubs? Not into it."

"And what are you into?" She smiled, not giving up.

Tennoko noticed Hajima step slightly towards Suzuki, just in case.

Ko closed the book and pulled up in his chair forward, not taking eyes of her. "Why don't you try and guess, since you've been making shit up about me anyway."

The whole class went dead silent.

Well, there they had it, more than a five word sentence, Tennoko thought, not without satisfaction.

Suzuki startled with his response first, but did not have to be asked twice to take up the dare.

"Oh, I think you like getting into trouble. I think you got into some real shit in your previous school. You didn't transfer, they expelled you. That's why you're stuck with juniors now, even if you're older than us."

"Suzuki, give it a rest," Hajima tried to ease the tension, but Ko didn't really react, just passed him a single side glance at the remark.

Then he smirked. Suzuki's posture tensed and her nostrils flared.

"Either that, or you're just a fucking nerd. What is this, physics?" she snatched his book, and started browsing frantically.

"You think you're so smart. You think you've got everything figured out about everyone," he smiled, again that forced smile.

Suzuki stomped in place like she needed to find her footing and glared at him, teeth almost gritting, and face red at the cheeks.

"He's into music, Suzuki."

Tennoko was sure he huffed loud enough for everyone to hear. And it worked. They turned around, all including Ko, and looked at him surprised.

"And he is definitely an Osakan," he concluded, putting his bento box neatly back in the bag.

Jesus, was it like dealing with bickering siblings or what? He almost felt a headache coming.

Ko gave him a last stunned, "What-t?" but luckily the bell ended further conversation before it could start.

Suzuki dropped the book back to Ko's desk with a loud slam, and as the others moved back to their seats, Tennoko sent the still puzzled Korean a cautious smile.

Saturday came sunny and almost too warm for April, so warm in fact Tennoko regretted putting on the sweatshirt of their school tracksuit today, but it was pleasant to finally ride the longboard for the first time after winter, even if to the school. He agreed to cheer the guys a bit as they tried to make it to the baseball and running teams respectively. Let's face it, everything was better than keeping company to an eleven year old sister all day, since mom was too busy working at home on some admin work for the uni, what with the influx of new students with the start of April. Hiroyuki would need to just play in the garden by herself.

Besides, Tennoko wanted to check out the music room at school, and Saturday was a good time to do it alone and unbothered. So after going between the race track and the baseball pitch, where he observed for a while how his friends took up the challenge in the spring sun, Tennoko moved back to the cool building and into the music room.

He didn't expect company, and most definitely didn't expect it to be him.

Ko sat on the floor, two guitar cases by his side. He wasn't wearing a uniform, nor the tracksuit but rather faded looking jeans and a black t-shirt that looked like some merchandise for a hipster coffee house.

He was busy around the guitar pegs with...an electric winder. Was he getting the strings off one of the guitars and restringing them onto the other?

"Well, Suzuki was kind of right, you like getting into trouble," Tennoko joked in the door, entirely surprised by his own boldness.

Ko startled and hissed as he pricked his finger on the pointy edge of a string on a peg. He turned to the door with a frown, pushing the winder away from sight, ready for confrontation. Seeing Tennoko, however, he relaxed his tight shoulders and forehead.

Both frozen in place, they eyed each other for a moment, and he realised Ko was waiting to see what he does. Tennoko rolled his eyes. He was self-proclaimed lawful good, but a snitch he was not.

"That one yours?" He pointed with his head towards the case closer to Ko. His face relaxed with visible relief.

"Strings are expensive," he shrugged, and grabbed the winder again.

Tennoko tilted the head and narrowed his eyes. They really weren't. How many sets a month did he need?

"These are a waste. No one uses school guitars," Ko added, as if that was a good excuse.

"Well, I was going to."

"You?" There was a tiny tint of amusement in his voice.

Tennoko drew in a breath and finally stepped inside the room. He set the helmet and the longboard on top of a closest desk, and gestured to Ko for the guitar he was holding. "May I?"

Instrument in hands, he settled himself on a chair opposite his classmate, and after thinking for a bit, played a tune.

Ko watched him closely, arms folded over the chest. With each chord played his eyes got clearly more excited.

"Nice solo," he said after Tennoko was done, "Even more so without the one string."

Here was another one more than five words, Tennoko thought amused. "That's from the Legend of Zelda," he replied, not quite sure if it was a jab on Ko's part.

But he simply shrugged and gestured to get the guitar back. Second string off, he proceeded to the next.

"They won't reach back to the tuning pegs." Tennoko crossed his arms and shook his head. "The scale length is different between your Gibson and this no-brand."

Ko looked up at him, eyebrows raised, then visually measured the fingerboards of both instruments. He scratched his head with a frustrated sigh. "Ah, shit."

"Haste makes waste," Tennoko mocked.

"Add ‘theft doesn't pay’, and I'm gonna fucking punch you." Ko shot him a deadly look but Tennoko didn't flinch, just made a face in reply.

Seeing him unfazed, Ko narrowed his eyes but then got to winding the missing strings back onto the school guitar.

All six in, he drummed fingers against the soundboard. "Guess you know your stuff, though it don't look like you play."

"What, because I'm not all smug and rude?"

Wait, was that a snicker? Tennoko startled with the sound. Did he just make the big bad guy laugh?

"You think you have everything figured out about everyone." The joke was just lying there, so Tennoko reached for it, echoing Ko's own words, and could see him silently laugh again.

Finally, Ko half-smiled, this time not trying to hide it. Then he took out his own guitar out of the red lined case.

When he struck the first chords, Tennoko grinned without even knowing it. Here was a flagship classic, he thought.

Well broken in medium strings gave it that rich full sound. The guitar looked new but they felt together like a pair of old friends.

The tune was quick as a pulse, loud and punchy, yet surprisingly warm. It was a well rounded draft -- verse, chorus, bridge -- if not yet complete a song.

"This your own, right?"

He nodded with a glint of pride in the eyes.

"What if you'd end it differently?" Tennoko bounced off from his chair and grabbed the no-brand again, tuned it, then replayed the song with a slight change at the end. His rendition felt less stressed, less rushed, at least in his mind.

Ko leaned in listening, then raised one eyebrow. "Perfect pitch, huh?" Tennoko nodded. "Wish I had it."

"You're good the way you play. It makes your music, yours. And believe me, this whole thing sucks when you go to karaoke. Off key singing sounds twice as bad."

Ko tilted his head. "Is that how you knew about Osaka?"

"That's just a geeky party trick with the accents," he cleared his throat, "You obviously been somewhere else lately, my guess is coastal. When did you get to Tokyo?"

"January."

"Well, no wonder you don't sound Tokyoite yet. Osaka-ben is hard to scrape off."

Ko snorted. "I wasn't even trying."

The Gibson still in his lap, he tapped the strings with a smile. "So how did you figure out the music thing?"

Tennoko shrugged. "You had a YG mag in your bag on the first day. The tapes," he wiggled his own fingers with a similar set of band aids, "I figured you play a lot too. The scar's probably from some weird snapped string, right?"

Ko looked into the right palm, then tightened it to a fist. "Yea, sure."

"Plus, that was a sound engineering book yesterday, the only one from our library. I saw you borrow it when I bumped--"

Ko furrowed his brow.

"Sorry about that," Tennoko noticed the sudden change in his face at the mention of yesterday's fight. "Suzuki is just curious, like everyone else, and you..."

"Stand out." There was sudden defiance in his voice.

"Yes." No point denying, Ko was already aware. "This leads to tension, if not...bullying." Tennoko knew he grimaced at the word but hoped Ko didn't notice. "Trust me, you don't want to go down that route."

"I've seen worse," Ko replied dryly.

"It would help if you hanged out with us together once in a while. Suzuki is the type of girl who likes attention, and all eyes are on you now, so..."

"I don't need advice," Ko stopped him, then sent him a tired but good-natured smile. "I also don't really need friends."

Tennoko smiled back cordially.

"Right," he composed himself and looked at the guitar Ko packed into his case, "You just need new strings," he added, a note to self.

Hideo's loud, "Ten-chan, you still here?" came as a relief, even though Tennoko was aware the affectionate nickname drew a light curl on Ko's lips. He decided to ignore it for now, maybe freak out about it in the safety of his own four walls.

"How did you do?"

Hajima raised a triumphant fist into the air. "Made it."

"Of course you have," a warm proud smile slid onto his face.

"Everything OK?" he asked, noticing the silence between them in the room.

Ko clicked his guitar case shut and put it on his back. "I was just leaving."

"Ko-kun," Hajima nodded as Ko passed him in the door.

"Class rep," he answered curtly.

"See you Monday," yelled Tennoko, placing the school guitar back in its own case.

The Korean just waved without turning around.

When cleaning duty was over for him Monday, Tennoko said goodbye to Takahashi he'd been partnered with, then made his way to the music room for an introductory music club meeting.

Hideo and Tomomi also had field practice, so they agreed to meet after outside the gate, grab some snacks, and head out to Motoki's to study.

As introductions go, thankfully, the meeting wasn't too stressful. It turned out one of the twins, Hinata, played guitar too, though her choice was classical. The music club consisted also of a second-year violinist, a 3 piece brass and reed section, and a very shy glockenspiel player. And of course there was also the club lead, senior student and professional pianist in the making, Koizumi Rui. Tennoko remembered him from their opening ceremony -- he was the student council president who welcomed the juniors in the auditorium alongside the principal.

Their main job would be to produce the music for the drama club's activities during the annual school festival and Christmas event, and during the opening and graduation ceremonies, he informed. They'd be mostly unsupervised, as Mrs Takayama, the music club supervisor, for years now offered the creative freedom to explore their own art direction, and if they needed support, Koizumi was actually their go to person.

It drew an excited chuckle from the group, and made Tennoko's heart skip a surprising hot beat. But that was for another reason entirely.

The way he said, "Feel free to reach out for anything you need," looking directly at him with that smile left Tennoko wondering if music club activities was all he meant.

Dusk was falling slowly over the school building when the music club parted but it was still warm with the windows open in the locker room. As Tennoko changed shoes and headed out towards the exit through the empty corridor, he heard someone call his name. It was Ko.

Within reach, he handed him a paper envelope. Tennoko recognized it instantly, and frowned.

"I can't accept it. It's too expensive," Ko said.

Tennoko rolled his eyes, "It's not a big deal, just a welcome gift."

"I'll have to repay, and I can't now" He was determined to give it back, hand outstretched firmly towards Tennoko with the small packet but voice oddly without power.

Who would have thought him so old fashioned and care about a thank you gift in return, Tennoko thought. He turned away and proceeded to the exit.

Ko startled at first, but then trailed behind him through the door. "I'm serious."

"You're being ridiculous," Tennoko turned around.

Ko outstretched the hand again but didn't face Tennoko at all. With a blank look he stared to the side. His mouth was turned down and so were his shoulders.

Tennoko felt sorry for him, after all, he was waiting all that time after class ended to confront him.

"Look, can we just, I don't know, play together instead?" he offered.

Ko shuffled in place and looked up at him.

"Or just hang out? We're getting some snacks with the guys and going to study. Which will probably just turn into a video game match anyway," Tennoko chuckled and gestured to Hajima and Motoki curiously observing them through the school gate in the distance. "You want to join?"

Ko exhaled loudly. "I can't." He seemed frustrated with his own words.

Tennoko sighed. "Right." Why did he bother at all.

"Not today. I'm busy. Working," he added, one foot tapping, hesitant for a reaction.

"Oh. Part time job?"

He nodded.

The Mocha, the t-shirt from Saturday, him not joining club activities after school. It all clicked into place -- he was working in a coffee house.

"That's cool," Tennoko smiled, "Let me know when you can. Music club's Mondays, and I've got cram school Thursdays but other than that my week's pretty empty. It's a deal, yeah?"

Ko adjusted the strap of his bag over the shoulder and wrinkled his forehead. Finally, he pushed hair out of his face and the envelope back into his bag.

"Yea."

"Catch you later then." With a grin Tennoko ran towards his friends.

"The hell was that about?" Tomomi gestured with arms and eyes wide open.

Tennoko grinned again. "We're going to play." He twirled to give Ko a small wave.

Hideo raised his eyebrows and shot him an incredulous look. "Guitars?"

"Do I look like I mean baseball?"

#original story #original writing #OC #fiction #dawntotheinkblacknight #love #music #bands #friendship #family #goals #dreams #identity #belonging #lgbt #coming of age #highschool #Japan-based #Tokyo

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theshatteredrose · 7 years ago

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Cute and funny idea: CtS and ALE fighting over who has the best lover.

Awwww~ They wouldn’t be so much arguing/fighting, but openly bragging about the things that their lovers have done for them or the talented things they’ve done. Not to mention the moments where they were so utterly adorable or badass. A cheeky bragging session or friendly competition. Like imagine the pairings dividing into two groups and just openly chatting about their dedicated boyfriends. Or just gossiping about them in general. Like Jhon complaining to Axel that he had to grab Tobyn after he pulls some random guy into a headlock and Axel just thinks it’s hysterical. That can totally happen with the CtS Boys ❤

The ALE/C boys would be a little more embarrassed, I suppose you could say. I mean Bryce/Varuna and Achyuta/Nitish are very affectionate with one another. Openly so. So the brothers would chat and gossip about their boyfriends to each other. But the other pairings are still either in the “courting” phase of their relationship or not entirely sure what kind of relationship they’re actually in. Though it is undeniably cute having one half of the pairings just idly chatting about the amazing/adorable/wonderful things their SO had done. Let’s not forget encouraging and supporting each other. Like Falkner musing about something Telem did and Durriken reassuring him that it’s a positive thing. That is something that is also very cute to think about~

Sorry, I just imagined the ALE/C guys getting into a somewhat heated discussion about their boyfriends and who is the best love of the lot and Zesiro just pushes his way in and is like “Well, obviously I’M the best one here~” And everyone just falls silent and gives him the stink eye while Roxbury blushes crimson~

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marizetta · 8 years ago

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About agent R because we need more of him in this fandom

Offscreen- Todd: bleeding Farah: having nervous breakedown Amanda: screeching street: burning So, you might rememeber this CIA and mystery squad living happily together at Ridgely AU that we russian side of dghda put together some time ago. Remeber? No? There is like three fics in russian already about this somewhere in the world. Doesn’t matter. Well, for a sake of good storytelling we invented this one character, agent R., he’s the one who fill out all reports about what’s happening with main characters there. It’s funny, because suddenly he got his own storyline and asked Dirk for a coffee. And he said ‘yes’. And now we have our totally imaginary OTP with this agent without actual name but a heart. You might have seen something about it around here anyway, so finally decided I need to write about him, just because everyone here need to appreciate him too. (Technically I just put together bits of our conversation with @princessparadoxical so you know it’s a good stuff)

‘One guy from SWAT team is a bit shy with Dirk because he nearly broke his hand in the past (it’s not stoping him from outplaying him in cards though. Poker is poker). ‘Just ask him out, Greg!’ everyone tells him. But Greg is still too shy to do anything, for now.’ That’s him! Only he’s not Greg, just R., because secrecy and all this stuff. So Dirk is like 'Whatever, I used to codenames’ and just calls him Richard, Reginald, Ronald - everytime it’s different. R. is quite fine with that. They go for a coffee together (well, ice cream for Dirk). And it’s nice, really nice. And, of course, a bit bizzare. Later they would have some more bizarre dates like this. Dirk can’t work out whether the universe wants him to get laid. Or whether the universe wants him to remain forever alone. It swings wildly between the two and it’s confusing. On multiple levels ;) Fortunately, R. knows Dirk (by reading CIA files on him and in person) good enough to be able to patiently deal with all this. More or less. Dirk is fine with this knowing him firstly from dry CIA reports by the way, so long as R is honest about it and not trying to be too intrusive. I mean, he knows that the CIA have a file on him. The only issue would be if Dirk thought that people were all reading his file and trying to treat him like some project after all this time. But it’s not happening now. So, most of the time Dirk is quite chill about it. Or he act like he’s chill until something really uncomfortable slips in when they talk. It’s like with his psychic powers. He really appretiate chances when he can be as normal with other people as possible, or at least, he can pretend for awhile. So R is very careful. And also he’s the nervous one (at first), because he was so shy to even ask Dirk for coffee and was pretty sure it won’t work. Because he’s realistic - Dirk and CIA had a bad past. While Dirk is surprisingly open, just… well, just amazed at this sudden and happy turn of events. And what fascinates R. in Dirk, I think - he’s so out of ordinary in every possible way and this is beautiful. 'Weird’ beautiful, but R deals with weird every day and it’s kinda boring for him in a way, it’s his job. But Dirk is so endearing in his weirdness that it’s feells fresh and new every time he see him. Of course he falls for it easily. Dirk’s kind of weirdness is exactly the kind of weirdness that R finds most charming. Because Dirk’s not being weird for the sake of being weird. No part of it is an act. It’s completely and utterly genuine and of course R’s going to respond with affection. It has nothing to do with this Will of the Universe and Leaf in a Stream of Creation businesses (R strongly reject idea that something might have power over someones privet life. But, as it was said, he’s usually patient and quiet about this matter). It’s about Dirk being unique as a person. Anyway, here is some things we know about R so far: - huge nerd (likes books, cat memes and extra sweet coffee) but always play it cool (takes his job VERY seriously) - actually very self conscious and nervous (maybe as much as Farah), just very good at hiding it - have a dark gold hair and most impressive jawline - don’t like when people fooling around (but have agents G and U as his buddies, and they like two biggest gossip girls at school. Except they are two grown sarcastic man who sleep with each other and love being sassy with everyone. They keep sleeping part hush but everyone just know. They act like shits when R is near but they just teasing him and he rolls with it) - sometimes think about how CIA affected Dirk’s past too much, sometimes even more than Dirk (who just realy want to leave it all behind and make this relationship as nice and natural as it possible) - just constantly amazed by Dirk in general - honestly think Todd is fine fella, only sometimes annoying and whinie as shit. Also they lowkey gealous of each other but in a smug friendly way - there was this joke that Friedkin slept with almost every CIA agent at some point (“What? They all so awesome!”). Sometimes I think that R might be one of them and it keeps me awake at night. I think it’s keep Dirk awake too. - he’s from some some old artistic circus family (he can play several music instruments well, he can ride unicycle like a pro. He managed to get an actual elephant at Valentine's day just to impress Dirk??). But he's so shy of it, because they are so eccentric and he is trying to be Serious Agent. - tiny bit mind reading (it's runs in the family, something genetic). He actually uses this at work (it's CIA devision wich deals with supernatural, of course they have telepatic surveillance). It's not so great, he can only catch some bits of people's internal monologues and predict theirs actions for a few moments into the future, that's all. It's often become a subject of quarreling with Dirk (R thinks his 'hunches' is something genetic too, Dirk's just have been brainwashed with Rigginses propaganda in his childhood. R just don't have a nerve to say his feelings on that matter more openly, because, yeah, it might hurt Dirk too much) - we fancast Jamie Parker for obvious reasons Also a list of nice things to consider: - Dirk sending R ridiculous cat memes while he’s on duty, making him giggle and blowing his cover. - R is the first in line who will crush you if you touch Dirk (he and Farah. They kind of buddies now) - CIA team and mystery squad team are having a secret competition on whos gonna make them kiss first. They leave it to themselves after R put a sign with colourful 'Eff off!’ (Dirk’s writing) in front of one of hidden cameras at R’s place - R. teaching Dirk how to dance. Because Dirk can’t dance even simple three steps waltz as much as he can’t properly drive a car. So R. is forced to put Dirk (without shoes but still in his socks) on his feet and move him around carefully while firmly holding him by a waist. And Dirk definitely wouldn’t be able to dance at first, the boy is like 70% leg but doesn’t know what to do with them. Bonus: R dipping Dirk and Dirk getting adorably flustered. He’s got Dirk dipped and he’s strong enough to hold him there for a second and.. :) - IMAGINE DIRK BORROWING DIFFERENT PEOPLE’S CLOTHES AND EVERYONE IS IN A TIZZY He borrows R’s clothes and R almost proposes then and there. He borrows Todd’s clothes and R sulks around the apartment all day. He borrows Friedkin’s clothes in an absolute emergency and both R and Todd are jealous and horrified. And Dirk is not stupid, he knows that his borrowing is making people nervous, so he don’t say that sometimes it’s not even that big emergency, sometimes he’s just like how other people smell. (Dirk stealing other people’s clothes when he’s sad or lonely or stressed. R and Todd are a lot less jealous when they find this out). Also imagine it’s the middle of winter and Dirk’s wearing TWO jumpers. So R and Todd are like… are you wearing… both of our jumpers…? Dirk’s like yes, I love both of you and I love both of your jumpers so this made perfect sense. - that one Valentine’s Day Special Episode! So basically all that day Dirk works as Ridgely’s one and only kissogram (he says it’s for a case but no one believe him). He’s just send kisses for everyone - all of CIA (ten kisses for R. obviously), most of mystery squad, Estevez, Ken and Bart (he do this quickly and then just run), Friedkin (on a cheek), even one of the Rowdy (with his eyes firmly shut), suspected in kidnapping, victim of kidnapping, pizza delivery guy… Todd looks more and more confused. And, for no one surprise, a bit jealous. At the end of a day Dirk finally kisses him rather passionately, twice. Because 'Best friends get best kisses!’. And Todd’s definitely not put his hands on Dirk’s waist when a second one happens. (Well, one of the kisses is from R. whos just being cheeky. He and Todd give each other middle fingers from opposite sides of a room with smug faces afterwards). All is well. The most fun thing - Dirk acting like he’s most oblivious man in the history of the world. 'Ahh, of course!! We should all date together, all three of us! You are my closest friends, this is only logical!’. R and Todd: NO…'friends’?? and R is like: Brozman, you must talk to him about what word 'friend’ means. Todd: Dude, I’m TRYING While Dirk is just - :) There is more for it, but that’s enough for now.

#hard life of a girl living in both native and english-speaking dghda fandoms #and both are utterly amazing #oh my #dirk gently #dghda fandom

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live-in-fury · 8 years ago

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AU where neither of them play hockey and are actors instead. really really good actors. inspired by this gifset and my tags on it, sorta. (also on AO3.)

Jonny successfully ignores his phone the first few times it vibrates on his night stand, but when it’s clear it won’t stop he begrudgingly reaches over and checks it.

The first thing he sees is a missed call from his brother. When he scrolls down, he sees multiple missed calls from his parents, agent, publicist, and friends.

He takes a minute to process this. These could be pity calls. ‘I can’t believe you were snubbed, you were so amazing’ calls. Or they could be congratulatory.

He hesitantly calls his agent back.

“Where the fuck are you?” Seabs shouts when he picks up.

“Home…”

“Why weren’t you picking up?”

“I was sleeping.”

“You were sleeping? You were sleep- they announced the Oscar nominations and you couldn’t be bothered because you were sleeping?” Seabs asks.

“Just tell me, did I get it or not?” Jonny says, his patience wearing thin.

“Yes, Jonny,” Seabs growls. “Of course you got it, did you even doubt it?”

Jonny lets out a sigh of relief. “You never know, man.”

Jonny was nominated for Best Actor in all of the awards shows leading up to the Oscars. He won a SAG and a People’s Choice, but Patrick Kane had managed to snag the Golden Globe. Patrick was admittedly great in his movie about being stranded in the Antarctic, but Jonny didn't think he was better than himself.

“Did Kane get a nomination too?” Jonny asks, purely curious.

“Yes, Jonathan,” Seabs huffs. “Lover boy got one too.”

“Fuck off,” Jonny groans.

Seabs is convinced Jonny has a thing for Patrick which, if the guy wasn’t such a dick, he probably would. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t fine him attractive, but that’s all there is to him. The media likes making a big deal out of the two of them because their openly gay and single.

“Congrats, man,” Seabs says. “Text me when you’re free, we have things to plan.”

“Thanks,” Jonny says before hanging up.

He holds off on calling his family back and decides to scroll through his Twitter feed instead. He’s humbled by all the nice things people are saying about him and the movie. He stops at one tweet in particular.

@88PKane: Honored for the nom. @jonathantoews better bring your A+ suit game

Jonny rolls his eyes and replies.

@jonathantoews: Worry about yourself first @88PKane

The replies, likes, and retweets to it are almost instantaneous. People think they’re joking, that they pretend to constantly hate each other to be funny. It’s no joke to Jonny.

Friday night finds Jonny in a packed house party thrown by one of his close friends. He very rarely goes to these because he hates overly socializing with people in the industry. They only ever gossip and talk about themselves.

Jonny attends the party only because Sharpy’s throwing it. Jonny worked with Sharpy a few years about on a movie about a dystopian future and they’d stayed close since.

“Lighten up, Toes,” Sharpy says, shoving a drink in his face. “Smile.”

Jonny rolls his eyes and takes the cup. “I hate these things.”

“I know. Thanks for coming anyway,” Sharpy says.

“Yeah, well,” he says, shrugging. He looks out into the crowd and catches a glimpse of curly blonde hair. “Why is he here?”

Sharpy follows his gaze, then smiles. “Thought you’d want him here.”

“Why would I want that?” Jonny says, defensively.

“Calm down,” Sharpy says. “You don’t have to keep up the charade around me.”

“What are you talking about?” Jonny asks, confused.

“It’s all a joke, right? You’re not actually mortal enemies…”

“We are,” Jonny says. “Why do people keep thinking the opposite?”

A grin slowly appears on Sharpy’s face. “Maybe because you two can’t stop talking about each other.”

“I don’t-” Jonny starts to say, but quickly realizes that it’s probably true. He spends too much of his free time thinking about, talking about, and googling Patrick Kane. But it’s all for work purposes, he needs to know what his competition is up to. “Whatever.”

Sharpy smirks. Something catches his eye behind Jonny.

“So you don’t think Patrick Kane is attractive?” Sharpy asks.

“Stop putting words in my mouth,” Jonny says, frustrated.

“Is that a no?”

“That’s a mind your own fucking business,” Jonny says.

Sharpy puts his hands up and backs away.

Jonny sighs in relief, he didn’t like where that conversation was heading.

“So yes or no?” someone asks from behind him.

Jonny spins around to come face to face with Patrick.

“What?” Jonny asks, frazzled.

“Do you find me attractive, Jonny?” Patrick asks, tongue poking out between his teeth and then slowly sliding over his bottom lip.

“Uh,” Jonny says, forgetting the question. “What?”

“I’ll take that as a yes?” Patrick says, taking a step closer so that they were practically chest to chest.

“What?” Jonny asks again. He’s trying desperately to get a hold on his thoughts, but it’s like they keep flying away from him when he gets close.

Patrick smiles wide and leans in even more. “For what it’s worth, I think you’re pretty hot too,” Patrick whispers in Jonny’s ear, wet lips catching on his earlobe.

Jonny can’t keep from shuddering at the feeling and the words. It only gets worse when Patrick places a lingering kiss on Jonny’s cheek.

Patrick steps back and winks.

Just like that, Jonny’s no longer at a loss for words. Anger starts seeping into him.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Jonny asks, shoving Patrick further away.

“I thought-I,” Patrick fumbles for words.

“Don’t fucking touch me,” Jonny says, frustrated. He doesn’t know why he stopped breathing when Patrick came so close to him. He doesn’t get why his stomach rolled and all of his blood rushed to his dick when Patrick’s lips touched his skin.

So Patrick heard Jonny finds him attractive and used it against him. Patrick’s a dick, what’s new?

Patrick looks shocked and a little bit annoyed. He searches Jonny’s face for something and whatever it is, he must find it because he puts his hands up like Sharpy did and backs away.

Good fucking riddance, Jonny thinks.

The Oscars are a few weeks later and Jonny’s spent the day with a pit in his stomach. He wants to get it over with.

“Hey, man!” Patrick shouts as he walks down the red carpet towards him.

Jonny’s sweltering in the L.A. heat. He’s had a fake smile on for a while, but now he has to kick it up a notch.

“Patrick!” he says, as the man approaches him. “How’ve you been?”

“Been okay, can’t complain too much, right?” Patrick says, grinning. “How about you?”

“Same, I guess,” Jonny says, aiming for polite but falling short. “I’ll see you inside, yeah?”

Patrick nods, smile still not leaving his face.

Jonny leans over for a curtesy hug and can’t help but whisper into Patrick’s ear, “Maybe you should win. This is some phenomenal acting you’re doing.”

“Acting?” Patrick asks, looking confused.

“Yeah, acting like we can stand each other,” Jonny says, pulling away. “Good luck,” he says, loudly for the cameras that might be watching.

He leaves Patrick standing there with his jaw unhinged.

“And the winner for Best Actor goes to…Jonathan Toews,” Brandon Saad announces.

Patrick’s in shock, he’s here with Seabs who pulls him into a hug and all but shoves him towards the stage.

Jonny has a little speech prepared, he’s not going to lie and say he didn’t think he’d win, it was possible. He doesn’t say anything too original, just the mundane thanks.

He looks out into the audience before he says his final words and sees Patrick Kane grinning up at him, as if he’s happy for him even though he just lost. Why is Jonny the only one who can see through his bullshit?

“And I’d like to thank my fellow nominees: Corey, Duncan, Joel, I look up to all of you and I’m honored to be included in a category with such phenomenal actors,” Jonny says before laughter and applause breaks out.

He’s glad that not only did people realize he left Patrick off the list of names, but that they actually found it funny. No one will think he was being rude, but Patrick will know.

Jonny glances back down at Patrick before he leaves the stage and sees his smile faltering before picking back up again as a camera man rushes over to get his reaction. Jonny squints in confusion. That’s his fake smile?

Jonny attends the after party hoping he can sneak out after making him presence known.

He’s talking to Seabs in a corner of the room when Patrick approaches him.

“Mind if I borrow him for a second?” Patrick asks.

Seabs shrugs. “He’s all yours, but try to keep your hands to yourself till you get home,” Seabs says, winking at them before walking away.

“He thinks we’re hooking up?” Patrick asks, looking disgusted by the idea.

The look makes Jonny feel uneasy for some reason.

“He’s joking, but you don’t have to act like just the idea is going to make you puke,” Jonny grumbles.

“It doesn’t!” Patrick says, defensively. “I just...didn’t think that was an option?”

“Well it’s not,” Jonny says, quickly before Patrick gets any ideas. “What did you want?”

“Why are you such an asshole?” Patrick asks.

Jonny rolls his eyes. “Like you’re not one too.”

“I’m not,” Patrick says. “I’m always joking when I’m mean to you on social media and stuff, but why do I get the feeling you mean the things you say about me?”

“You’re always joking?” Jonny repeats, mockingly.

“You don’t believe me?”

“You are a great actor,” Jonny says, smirking.

“Why do you hate me?” Patrick asks, quietly.

Jonny thinks about it for a second. “I don’t hate you, we just have this rivalry thing going on. Since we were teenagers we’ve always been auditioning for the same roles. We’ve always had this back and forth thing.”

“No, it’s more like you say some mean shit and then for the sake of keeping my dignity, I have to say shit back,” Patrick says, crossing his arms over his chest.

“You’re telling me you’ve never meant anything bad you’ve said about me or to me?” Jonny asks.

“Yes, that’s exactly what I’m saying.”

“Oh,” Jonny says.

“I always thought you were joking too until recently and after tonight it’s pretty obvious you meant everything you said,” Patrick says, sounding hurt.

“I didn’t-I’m sorry. I thought you were faking being happy for me, I just snapped. I think reacting rudely to you is a way to protect myself. You got your big break before me when we were younger and I was always jealous of that,” Jonny admits.

“But what about now? We’re both on the same playing field. I mean, fuck, Jonny, you just won an Oscar, there’s nothing I have to be jealous of,” Patrick says.

“I don’t know,” Jonny says, shrugging. “There just something about you that makes me want to put my guard up.”

Patrick cracks a smile. “Maybe it’s my devastatingly handsome looks.”

Jonny can’t help but smile back. “Or maybe it’s your modesty.”

“Yup, it’s that, definitely my modesty,” Patrick says, wiggling his eyebrows.

“You’re an idiot,” Jonny says, chuckling as gently shoves Patrick’s shoulder.

Patrick grins back at him and he’s finally seeing it at face value, no hidden meanings behind it.

It’s been weeks since the Oscars and in that time Patrick has quickly become one of Jonny’s good friends.

They talk a lot through text and hang out when they can get away from the paparazzi. But mainly they stick to flirting with each other on Twitter.

@jonathantoews: .@88PKane is such a hunk! Check out the latest issue of GQ for his spread and interview!

@88PKane: I didn’t even ask @jonathantoews to promote this. He’s just that sweet <3

@88PKane: when bae is on TV <33 @jonathantoews --- @julia329: @88PKane @jonathantoews are you guys dating? --- @88PKane: @julia329 I wish!!

@jonathantoews: wishing everyone a happy valentine’s day! Especially you, @88pkane ;)

@88PKane: oh and happy bday to @jonathantoews you old man --- @jonathantoews: @88PKane thanks dood.. Who is aging faster? --- @jonathantoews: Thx man, seriously though what’s with the no-follow ---@88PKane:@jonathantoews Sorry, didn’t think you would be interesting enough to follow. Here’s your follow sir

@jonathantoews:I guess I am an old man if I don’t know what a goat or a dad is on Twitter… @88PKane ur so cool what are these people talking about?

@jonathantoews: Ha thx guys.. happy to know I’m not getting chirped 100% of the time.. And yeah I read the tweets, fans you guys are the real GOATs.

@jonathantoews: @88PKane u are an actual GOAT.. Ok I’m done for the day

Flirting so blatantly is a terrible idea, the media and fans keep asking them questions about it , but since Patrick isn’t complaining, neither is Jonny.

At first Jonny couldn’t figure out if Patrick’s flirty tweets were genuine or not, but after receiving similar texts from him, it’s safe to say he means them.

Jonny’s getting into bed when Patrick calls him.

“Hey,” he says, instantly scolding himself for how fond he sounds.

“Hi,” Patrick says.

“What’s up?”

“So since you’re Canadian, you can skate, right? Or should I say ‘eh’?” Patrick replies.

“Yes, Patrick, I know how to ice skate.”

“Great, so you know Bowman right? He’s producing a movie and wants me to sign on as one of the main leads. He asked if I had a suggestion for the other one, and I was hoping maybe you could do it?”

Jonny bites back a grin. Acting with Patrick would be quite an experience.

“What’s it about?” Jonny asks.

“It’s about an NHL team that’s doing pretty badly. They haven’t made the playoffs in years and are losing their fan base, but then they draft two amazing players who help bring the franchise back from the dead and win a whole bunch of Cups, all while falling in love.”

Jonny’s mind goes blank at Patrick’s last few words. If he signs on, his and Patrick’s characters would be falling in love on screen. It’d probably include sappy moments and kisses.

“So yeah, that’s the premise. I can email you the script if you want, I was-“

“Yes,” Jonny says, without hesitation.

“Yes, I should email you the script?”

“No! I mean, yes please do that, but I also want in.”

“You haven’t even read it yet,” Patrick says, and Jonny thinks he can hear him smiling.

“We’d be the two players who turn things around, right?”

“Yeah…”

“Then I’m in.”

“Didn’t know you wanted to kiss me that badly.”

Jonny groans. “Patrick,” he scolds him.

“What?” Patrick answers, feigning innocence.

“Don’t say that when I’m not around to actually kiss you,” Jonny replies, blushing at his own words.

Patrick giggles in response and Jonny swears that sound will be the death of him.

Patrick’s over at Jonny’s place a few months later to practice some of their scenes. Things between them were good, but going a bit too slow for Jonny’s liking.

Neither of them has made a move yet because Patrick’s been busy promoting another movie around the world for the last month.

“We’re going to fill this place up,” Jonny says, confidently to Patrick.

Patrick’s supposed to nod along and look triumphantly at what would be the stands, but instead he stares at Jonny for a while before suddenly lunging at him, capturing his lips in a kiss. Despite the quick approach, the kiss is light and gentle.

Jonny wraps his arms around Patrick and kisses back. Heat soars through his blood and he thinks he can hear his heartbeat in his ears.

When they pull away, Jonny rests his forehead against Patrick’s. “That doesn’t happen until a few more scenes, Pat.”

“I can’t wait that long,” Patrick says, looking dazed.

“Good,” Jonny says, leaning back down for another kiss. “Why now?” he asks after pulling away again.

Patrick shrugs. “Dunno, something about the way you said that line. It’s like it triggered something in me.”

Jonny goes to kiss him again, but Patrick backs away.

“Where are you going?” Jonny asks, making grabby hands at him.

“Distancing myself a bit,” Patrick replies. “We have to get these lines down. We start shooting in a few days.”

Jonny grumbles in disapproval.

“I’ll make a deal with you,” Patrick says. “For every scene we get through, I’ll take off an article of clothing.”

Jonny grins. “A bit presumptuous are we now, Mr. Kane?”

Patrick quirks an eyebrow.

“Okay fine, but both socks count as one.”

“Alright,” Patrick agrees. “Probably a bad day not to wear underwear, huh?”

Jonny swallows and fumbles for his script, trying to ignore the mental image of what he thinks Patrick looks like shirtless and tugging his jeans down to reveal his dick.

Jonny scans the page for his line in the next scene and clears his throat before saying, “Pass me the fucking puck, asshole!”

#my fic #ao3 #when the stars align #1988 #otp: maybe he's taking care of his garden

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